"I know the good Wolf Lord is simply having a bit of fun," I put in quickly and reached out to lay my hand on the Wolf's arm. He raised an eyebrow at my forwardness. "I think we all need a good laugh in these dark times and I, personally, am grateful that our new friend provides us with one."
No one said anything for quite a while. Then, the Wolf's mouth curled into a cruel smile.
"This one should rule your kingdom for you, my dear King. She's the smartest one here. Smarter than you, smarter than me, smarter than all these butcher boys and farmhands combined. I've made my decision. After the battle, after I've delivered the head of Rowan MacPearse to you, I'll take this one for my bride."
My father nodded his head in assent. "As you wish."
Not quite knowing what to do, I performed another curtsey. The Wolf reached out and grabbed me by the hair. I yelped and squeezed my eyes shut. I heard the sound of swords being unsheathed all around.
"I'll be seeing you soon, my precious little one," he growled, and he leaned in, to plant a kiss on my lips.
And oh, gods, what a kiss! His mouth was rough and full of fangs, and I felt as though he were about to rip me apart right then and there as his mouth claimed--yes, claimed is the only word for it--claimed my lips, lips which till that point had never touched another man's. His hot breath filled me and warmed me in the cold night and as he let me go, I felt my cheeks burning.
“I will meet your armies at your keep early tomorrow morning. We’ll refuse them battle until night time, when I’m able to revert to my other form at will. Then, and only then, will I lead your armies into the fray. Is that understood?”
“It is,” my father confirmed.
“Excellent. Adieu, then. Until tomorrow.”
Battle
The Wolf routed the enemy army easily. I heard stories, terrible stories, the morning after: how our armies retreated for hours, drawing the enemy forces into the woods where the Wolf was strong, the most comfortable. He revealed his true form then and raced through the forest, slaughtering and killing, leading our men in an orgy of violence and death. They took no prisoners and scouts reported that only a handful of soldiers were able to escape with their lives.
I was to be married the next day and my hand maidens brought me ten or twenty dresses to choose from. The colors, the soft silks, the gorgeous frills, they made me dizzy. Even more than that, I was made dizzy by the prospect of being the Wolf’s woman. I lay awake nights in terror, imagining how he would take me, what he would do to me. It horrified me but it excited me too.
On some level, perhaps I was tired of the weak men I had grown up around. Weak? Yes, I don’t hesitate to call them weak. Compared to the Wolf, compared to Victor de Sanchez, wouldn’t anyone be weak?
It was late in the evening as I slid on the final gown, the one I had all but decided on conclusively.
“It’s very beautiful, my mistress,” whispered Diara, my most favorite handmaiden and my best friend.
“I suppose it is,” I said sadly. In another life, in another world, another time, I would have fallen in love with the gorgeous bright green gown. But now, it only sickened me to feel its fabric on my flesh, to see my reflection, clad in its loveliness, in the mirror. My red curls glowed—really, they glowed!—against the backdrop of the dress. My young breasts and curves stood out as the gown hugged me beautifully.
“I like it too,” a guttural voice came from across the room. I spun around and Diara shrieked. There, sitting on the balcony, was the Wolf, Victor de Sanchez. He was half-wolf, half-man and as he took a step off the balcony, he transformed, becoming all man, hairy still and clad in his armor.
“I’m not to see you till tomorrow,” I said defiantly, though I couldn’t keep a note of excitement out of my voice. “Diara, leave us.”
“My lady—“ she said, her mouth agape.
“You’d better do what she says,” the Wolf said with a fiendish grin. “I’m sure she just wants to protect you. What’s about to happen won’t be pretty.”
“I won’t allow you to dishonor my lady on the night before her wedding!” Diara declared, drawing herself up before the Wolf. Poor, poor, dear, stupid Diara!
“It’s all right, it’s all right,” I said softly. I reached out a hand and laid it on Diara’s arm. “Don’t worry about me. Speak not a word of this and leave. It matters not when the good Wolf takes me, as I am to be his.”
“Such a clever one you are!” the Wolf cackled. He produced a bottle of a strong smelling red liquid and plucked a small glass from a table in the corner, pouring out a small quantity.
“My lady… My thoughts will be with you.”
“That’s filthy,” the Wolf said with another cackle. “You may leave us!”
Diara was on the verge of tears but I nodded solemnly and she left, trembling. I turned to glower at the Wolf but he was already thrusting the small glass of red liquid.
“Does your father let you have port, my dear?”
“No, never. I’ve never had wine except for the holy communion.”
“Bah! Communion wine. This, this will bring you closer to God,” he said, pressing the wine under my nose.
“You shan’t blaspheme in my chambers,” I growled, but I took the port and drank it. It warmed my throat with its pleasant, biting sweetness. My eyes widened and I couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s like… It’s like candy and honey and berries,” I exclaimed.
“Good, isn’t it? Another glass?”
He didn’t wait for me to consent. He poured me another glass and then, digging out a larger mug for himself, poured himself a huge quantity.
“To our matrimony,” he said with a smile and we clinked glasses.
“And our wedding night,” I said quickly. “May it be chaste and unspoiled by premature indiscretions.”
The Wolf burst out laughing, port dribbling out of his mouth.
“You’re a cheeky one! I like you. I knew I picked the best sister. You’ve passed eighteen summers, correct?”
I bowed my head, my red curls shaking slightly as I trembled. “I have, my lord.”
“The perfect age. You ought to undress now. You don’t want to ruin that beautiful gown before your wedding.”
I paused and took a deep breath.
“A good suggestion, my lord.”
Before the Wolf
I began to undress, removing the gown and hanging it carefully in my closet. I was left before the Wolf in only my undergarments: a thin, cotton shift that barely left anything to the imagination.
“You ought to go further,” advised the Wolf. He settled down into a chair to watch me.
“I won’t touch you if you go further and show me what I’ve bought,” he said with a sly smile. A sly wolf’s smile, the smile of a beast that’s caught and cornered his prey and wants to play with it before he eats it.
“As you wish, my lord,” I said, trying to maintain a calm demeanor as best I could. I slid my cotton shift off my body and discarded it, standing before the Wolf totally naked. He could see everything: my small, pert breasts, the triangle of dark brown pubic hair between my legs, my milky chocolate dark skin, my brown nipples, hard in the cool night air…
“Acceptable,” the Wolf said, clearly unimpressed. My eyes widened.
“Acceptable?!” I shrieked. “That’s all I am to you?! Acceptable?!”
I realized, all too late, that he was laughing. Laughing at me, at my reaction.
“Why should you care?’ he roared. “You’re being forced into this, aren’t you? Why should you care what I think?”
“I… I… I care because… I don’t want you to go back on the deal,” I said lamely. “I don’t want you to take one of my little sisters instead.”
“Because you’d be jealous.”
“No!” I scowled but maybe he was right: maybe I would be jealous. I had already fantasized about this man, this man who was looking at my naked young body now. I had already given myself to him in my mind, in my dreams, a
nd the idea that he would take someone else, anyone else, but especially one of my little sisters…
I reached down to my sex and spread it for him with one hand.
“How about this, my lord?” I spat at him. “Is this acceptable?”
“I should hope so. I trust you’re a virgin.”
“To my knowledge.”
“To my knowledge? What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?”
I pressed a finger inside of myself, gasping as my warm wetness closed around it. Goodness, but I was getting quite wet. The Wolf’s hungry eyes saw to that.
“I’m tight enough,” I said huskily.
“Continue,” the Wolf said with another sly smile after a second.
I began to slide my finger in and out of my slit, murmuring softly in heated pleasure as my finger penetrated my pink tightness. One of my thumbs found its way up to my clit and massaged it gently, lightly touching it, barely touching it, teasing myself into more wetness as I played.
“My… My lord…” I murmured, throwing my head back in pleasure as I played for him. I heard the rustle of fabric and I saw him pulling out his cock, his massive tool and beginning to stroke it.
“That’s a good girl. Keep playing for me.”
I slid another finger into my hole and thrust my hips down onto my digits, fucking myself harder and harder onto my fingers.
“Oh god… Please…” I moaned.
“Please what?” asked the Wolf.
“Please…” I wasn’t even sure what I was asking. I just wanted him, wanted something from him.
“Bend over for me,” the Wolf ordered. I obeyed immediately, spreading my legs and bending over for him, letting him see my pinkness spread wide for him. I played my hands on either cheek and spread them, revealing my tight back hole as well.
“All this is yours,” I whispered.
“Will be mine, you mean,” the Wolf said in a teasing tone. Through my legs, while upside down, I could see him stroking his hard length, working the skin up and down over his huge, bulging cockhead. It was like how dogs have knots in their cocks, to prevent the bitch from pulling off their rods. What would happen once he got all that in me? Would I be paralyzed, bound to the Wolf until he was done with me? I’m sure that’s exactly what it meant and I was excited and scared at the same time to finally feel it.
“Right. Will be yours,” I breathed, dipping my fingers in and out of my hot hole, rubbing against the my tight inner walls, pressing against those inside centers of pleasure that only women seem to know about…
“Play with your bum too,” he ordered.
I hesitated.
“Now! I’m sure you do it in the bath, you slut.”
I blushed and blushed hard. It was true—a few times in the bath, I had spread my bum cheeks and worked a finger into my tight little puckered ass hole while I pleasured my little puss. I had cum so hard, my ass squeezing my finger hard, twitching around the digit buried in the ring of muscle.
And now, I obeyed him once again. I pressed a single finger against that tight little flower. It was already slicked with juices from my puss and I moaned as it invaded my tightness. I tried to relax, forced myself to relax, and after a few tense seconds, my finger slid in up to the knuckle. I worked it out, easing it back and forth, before forcing it back in, even deeper, all the way up to my knuckle.
“Like this, my lord?” I whispered but my whisper turned into a loud moan.
“Exactly like that. Continue. Degrade yourself for me, princess.”
I was only too eager to oblige, fingering my pussy for him and my ass simultaneously, my moans growing louder and louder with each passing second. My legs trembled and I felt like I was going to pitch forward any second. They were getting tired from standing in this position and as it was, my muscles were tired and twitching.
“Please, my lord. Am I pleasing you?”
“You are. But just barely.”
I let out a disdainful moan and drove another two fingers into my ass.
“Better,” he said with a laugh. “Let me see you fuck yourself like you think I will fuck you.”
Now there was a challenge. I slid another finger into my asshole and a few more into my pussy, starting to drive them in and out, in and out, faster and faster and harder and harder, thrusting my hands into my holes, pain and pleasure merging in one single blast of electric sensation.
“Oh, god, my lord… I’m going to cum... I’m going to cum…”
“Good girl. Cum for me, you pathetic little slut princess.”
His words pushed me over the edge. I shrieked and my body began to convulse, my muscles shaking and trembling as I was assault with the strongest orgasm of my entire life.
“My lord! Oh, god, my lord!” I moaned. I was sure everyone in the castle could hear me, even my poor, stupid old father. He would have to lay there in his bed, trying to rest his tired soul and all he would hear were the filthy moans from his daughter. And my sisters? Certainly, they could hear me. What must they think? They must think I was being raped, being assault, being torn limb from limb by the beast.
I knew everyone would be looking at me tomorrow, as I walked down the aisle in my wedding gown, imagining what I had already done with the Wolf, how I had already disgraced myself, and my family. But in that moment, as the tight muscles of my asshole squeezed my fingers, squeezed them so hard I thought my fingers would break off, I couldn’t be bothered to care about what anyone else thought. Anyone except maybe the Wolf himself.
As my orgasm subsided, I stood, my arms and legs shaking. I turned to find the Wolf smiling, obviously pleased.
“Not bad, my dear. Come here.”
He gestured towards his cock and I didn’t need any more encouragement. I knelt immediately between his legs.
“Is this what you want, my lord?”
“Of course. Do as you please.”
And I did. I first took his balls in my mouth, tasting his thick, hairy sack, rolling his testicles around between my lips, swirling my tongue across the wrinkled skin. Then, I began to kiss and lick my way up his shaft, moving north along his cock, towards the enormous head and the enormous knot.
Of course, the whole thing was enormous and now, here I was finally faced with it in all its glory, I had no idea how I could possibly fit the whole thing inside of me. But I would find a way. I was positive I would, even if it killed me.
I suckled my Wolf lord’s flesh, stroking his shaft with my lips and tongue, finally coming to the tip of his cock. I wrapped my lips around it and did my best to take the whole thing in my mouth, easing my way down onto his huge cock. He moaned softly, pleased and ran a hand through my curls.
“That’s my good little princess. Suck your lord’s cock. I’m sure your daddy is listening right now and fantasizing about how you would suck his cock. I bet your mother doesn’t touch it anymore. Maybe he’s even got some little servant girl bobbing her head on his prick as we speak. That’s what I’d do, if I were king.”
I have him a quick, sharp bite, eliciting an angry grunt from his mouth. That earned a rough, paw-like hand in my hair, gripping me tight and forcing my mouth down onto his prick, forcing his shaft into my tight, twitching throat.
I gagged right away but closed my eyes and forced myself to relax as he used my face, fucking his cock with my licks and my mouth as if I were his toy.
“You grow up in such a rarified environment, princess, but I want you to remember that you’re just meat like everyone else. In the end, we’re all meat, and we can be used like meat, devoured like meat, killed and discarded like rotten meat.”
I gagged and choked but refused to let him get to me. If anything, I only increased my pace, sucking him hard, pleasuring his massive shaft as he fucked it into my mouth. Suddenly, I felt his cock seize up, twitching.
He unleashed his load, his massive, spurting load, salty and sticky, into my formerly virgin mouth. Never could I have imagined that a man’s cum would shoot out like this, with this much force a
nd that it would fill my mouth like this, sliding down my throat.
I pulled off his cock, finally, gasping, his cum dripping out of my pink, sore lips, dribbling down my chin and onto my tits.
Suddenly, he was on top of me, vicious and animalistic, his long tongue lapping at the cum on my breasts. We didn’t say anything as he assaulted me, kissing and suckling my breasts and my neck. Before I knew it, my legs were spread wide and his long prick was invading my tight hole.
Even with my fingers having stretched me out, I was still a virgin, still tighter than anything else this Wolf had ever had and he let out a delighted howl as he penetrated me, the knot in his cock embedding itself in my womb. I squealed, pressing my hips up to his as he began to fuck me—yes, fuck me!—pounding my womb, pressing his long, hard, unyielding cock into my tight hole, making me scream and beg for him to stop and to keep going, all at the same time.
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