“No,” said Maryse, of course interested. “What do you mean?”
“He is...his power, he told you, yes? How it is so hard for it to be restrained. It’s because of his lineage. He descends from lycan rulers, somehow. He has a king’s blood inside of him.”
That was, after all, why Felicia had ordered her mother to seduce Caleb's father and marry him. Felicia needed to be close to Caleb so she could manipulate him. He was the central part of the Spell Suprema—the most integral and hard-to-find piece. All the others could be manifested—and had been.
“Whatever,” said Maryse, tossing back her beautiful hair. It was like light given solid form, shimmering through the room. “When does this enchantment take full effect?”
Felicia shrugged. “It should not be very long.”
“Great!” Maryse gave Felicia a peck on the cheek. “I'll catch you later, darling. Thanks for all the help. Deborah's waiting, though, so I've just got to go.”
And just like that, Maryse left.
Felicia approached her window and watched the car outside as Maryse approached the redhead—that must be Deborah.
Deborah had adopted a pose of sullen dejection while she waited, clearly thinking she was meant for better things. The sunlight in her hair only made it seem all the more red—almost golden—her beautifully freckled skin so pale and clean. She was clearly a virgin (clearly to someone like Felicia, at any rate), and also probably already more than a bit in love with Maryse.
So, when Deborah saw Maryse walking out of the house, her jaw dropped. She fell to her knees. Tears starting forming in her eyes. With a quick wave of her fingers, Felicia was able to hear their exchange easily.
“M-Maryse?”
“Yes, yes,” said Maryse. “I know. You’ve been waiting. Let’s go.”
“M-Maryse...” Deborah stammered. “I l-love you, and um, can we please, I mean, it’s my birthday, a-and...”
Maryse stopped, smiling predatorily at Deborah’s new composure. Her hands drifted down Deborah's neck.
“You love me, is that right?”
“Yes, Mistress. I adore you, Mistress. May I touch you, please?”
Maryse took her hand, guiding it toward the sumptuous curves of her body. “Go on, then.”
With a soft, aching moan, Deborah indulged, her mouth contorting and even beginning to drool a bit. Touching Maryse was a religious experience for her, it seemed like. Felicia was, she had to admit, more than a bit surprised. She expected Maryse to excel with the amulet, but this was even a bit extreme.
It was no matter. Let the beautiful babe have her fun. It would be delightful to watch her.
With a happy giggle, Maryse pulled Deborah into the car—taking the backseat, this time. Treating her like a chauffeur.
Felicia couldn’t help but smile. The power Maryse had wouldn’t last past the Solstice, of course...but it was fun to watch her use it. The girl had a flair for being in charge, that was certain.
* * * * *
It was eleven at night and the party at Danny Sanderson's house had grown to a nice, comfortable raging good time. Three games of beer pong were set up in the expansive basement, and only a few pieces of furniture had been broken—all of it easily replaceable. Stress levels were low. It was exactly what Caleb wanted.
Caleb was having a good time at the party so far. Three or four beers in, he was getting a bit of a buzz on, and just starting to think that it was all going to work out for the best. Felicia would fix the thing with Heather, Caleb would be able to find some new job, and he'd start hanging out with Maryse—who insisted that she was coming to the party, despite all appearances to the otherwise so far.
Somewhere, hanging out, were Lauren and Bryce. And by “hanging out,” Caleb meant “making out,” if not “fucking like rabbits.” Those two had quickly become inseparable.
It would be easy for Caleb to make a big deal about it—but he decided not to. Lauren and Bryce? Why the hell not? He was gonna be with Maryse, right?
Like at most parties, he spend his time in the corner by himself. It was a bit nuts to him, thinking about how he could own just any girl here if he really wanted, if he let the beast out...
Probably he needed to slow down his drinking, if he was thinking like that already. After his fifth beer, he made his way to the bathroom. The only one he could find without a line was far in the back of the big house.
After finishing up, he washed and dried his hands—and heard a melodious voice reverberating through the house.
“I want everyone who isn't Caleb to leave. Right now.”
To his incredible surprise...everyone did. Caleb walked out of the bathroom and saw couples stop in the middle of making out and more—Robert Peterson and Sandra Horowitz had apparently been right in the middle of fucking, from the state of their clothes and the looks on their faces. Everyone looked a bit blissed out—happy to obey.
Apprehensive, Caleb walked to the front of the house. Through the portal into the entryway, he watched Danny Sanderson trying to stumble out a protest from the wool of his mouth, his eyes open wide, protesting to someone out of Caleb's view.
“I j-just, y’know,” Danny said, “this is m-my house and...”
“No, it isn’t, sweetie.”
There was that voice again. Was that...was it...?
“It isn’t?” Danny squeaked.
“It’s my house.”
The woman's hand—and it was the most gorgeous hand Caleb had ever seen—stroked his face.
“Oh.” Relief passed through Danny's body, like a morphine shot.
“Run along, now. You're not welcome in my house.”
Danny nodded dumbly, running into the door, and then the wall, and then finally figuring out the door's use again—exited.
Then, Maryse appeared.
She wore a sheer white gown, white lacy lingerie underneath that. Tall pump white heels on her feet. She looked like a literal angel—there was some kind of glowing aura around her, almost like wings. Caleb stepped toward her—how could he not?—and didn’t know if his heart would ever slow down. It was impossible to look away from her beauty.
“You’re not wearing any clothes,” Caleb said, voice thick.
“Oh, the gown?” She smiled, and Caleb felt like writing poetry. “Yes. Well. I didn’t feel like it. Do you mind?”
Slowly, eyes taking in every marvelous inch of her beautiful body, he shook his head. She stepped right in front of him, and began to touch him. His cock was hard, right away.
“I didn’t think so. So,” she ran her hands across his chest. ““I’m really just...very disappointed with how things turned out earlier today. Couldn’t we spend a little time and talk about it?”
“Yes,” he said, “Anything you want.” For a moment, he struggled. “Um, talk about what?”
“About how badly I still want to suck your cock?”
Caleb melted against her. There was something strong inside of him—all that werewolf energy, keeping him strong against the nigh-unstoppable amount of her charm and beauty. But he had no idea how much longer it would last.
“Do you...do you really?” he asked her.
It was hard to believe. She was a goddess and he was...himself.
“Sure I do,” she tossed back her hair, throwing golden light on her gorgeous face. “I’m attracted to powerful men. And you are powerful, Caleb. Felicia told me as much.”
“Felicia...?”
“She let it slip. That the reason you’re so powerful is that you’re descended from a long line of super-powerful lycans. The kings of werewolves.”
“K-kings...”
It was so hard to concentrate when her lips were so incredibly full and so close to his own—and now she was dotting his neck and chest with all those soft, hot little kisses...
“You’re supposed to be a ruler,” she whispered up to him. “You’re supposed to be a king.”
Somehow, his pants had fallen to the ground. He couldn't remember how. All he knew were M
aryse's lips on his body.
Her hand slipped around his cock, giving him an urgent tug. “I think that’s really hot, baby. I think that’s amazingly sexy. And don’t all you kings need hot queens at your side?”
“Maryse...”
He tried to push her away. Instead, his hands landed firmly on her sweet, firm tits.
“Oh man.”
“That’s right...touch me like that. A King like you? You need a Queen like me...”
She began to stroke his cock with fervent glee, now.
“You need someone who understands the intricacies of power. I’ve spent my whole life knowing I’m better than everyone else. Knowing I deserve more power. Now, I have that power...” she kissed at his neck, stroking him so soft and sure. “...and I want to share it with you.”
“Maryse...”
“Think about it, Caleb. You could be fucking and enslaving anyone you wanted, and they’d serve us both. I could charm them, bring them in, and you would make it permanent. Isn’t that really hot?” Her strokes were fast, fevered. “Isn’t that really fucking hot, Caleb? Please say you want that. Please? I want it so bad. And I want you to want it with me.”
“I can’t...I’ll...I can’t make you a slave.”
She shook her head. “Oh, I’ve taken care of that, silly. Don’t worry about what’s going to happen to me.”
But...he could die, if he changed the way she wanted.
“If I turn,” he shook his head. “I put my life at risk, Maryse.”
“I don't think you will,” said Maryse. “I think that's a lie they told you to keep you in line. Trying to control you. I won't let you die, Caleb.” She leaned in, stroking him so fucking hard. “My King will never die.”
And yet still, somehow, he resisted. Everything she said...it sounded so right and so wrong all at once. She wanted...she wanted to enslave people for him...god, he had never been so repulsed and attracted all at once.
There was so much uncertainty. He couldn't follow through.
“I can see you need a little more convincing.” Her smile was knowing, even expectant—even wanting. “Hold on right here. I’ve got a special surprise, just for you.”
* * * * *
Lauren and Bryce had snuck out of the party early on, preferring to go into the backyard and lay under the stars together. The two didn't speak much, and Lauren felt it was wonderful how they didn't have to. Between them, growing all the time, was a deep understanding of the other.
So, as cars drove off suddenly, they were holding one another tight in the grass of the yard, staring into each other’s eyes, delivering soft little kisses to the other, doing quite a lot to fall in love.
“Where’s everyone going?”
Bryce shrugged. “I don’t know.” He kissed her again. “I don’t care.”
Lauren giggled—actually giggled! Like some careless schoolgirl.
“Me neither,” she said.
God, she wanted him. She had wanted him again all day—to have him fuck her, for real. To have him make love to her. And then, just as she found herself wanting that, his hands slipped down to her thighs, searching for her sex.
Lauren moaned, nodding. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want it. Please.”
His hands went first to his own pants, quickly taking them down. She loved that she got to watch his handsome form bend and contort in the darkness of the yard, all those muscles working just to get at her. Before long, he was back on her, slipping her shorts down. The night air was cool, but Bryce was warm.
She could see his cock—thick and ready. God. A soft moan exited her mouth, uncontrollable. Just as he was about to slide it forward, though, she put her hands up on his chest.
“Would you...”
“What?”
She turned downwards, shy.
“I’ll do anything,” he said, stroking her face. “I want you to be comfortable. We don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want.”
“No, I do want it, I just want...” she bit her lip. She had thought about this a lot—all day, in fact. “I want you to choke me while we fuck. I want you to hold me down.”
He raised an appreciative eyebrow. “That’s kinky.”
“I...fucked a werewolf last night. I think kinkiness is just part of me now.”
He smiled. “Fair point.”
More and more kinky thoughts had entered her mind over the course of the day. Lauren couldn't decide if it was because the magic in the air, or because of her recognition of her submissive side. Honestly, she didn't care—she just wanted to experiment with all of it with Bryce.
Finally, his hands began roamed over her body, squeezing her enormous breasts. He was clearly having a lot of fun warming her up, moaning as his breaths pushed against her naked thighs. His kisses were insistent, forceful, as they slid up to her pussy. He was going to lick her down there!
“Bryce,” Lauren moaned. “Oh Bryce, yes...please...do it...”
His face lifted up onto her belly, sliding down...
And then he saw something out of the corner of his eyes—transfixing him. Lauren turned—he was looking through the open window into the living room. His hot, perfect, warm cum shot out of his sterling hard rod. It splashed up against her thighs, and on top of her pussy—incredibly hot, but not exactly what Lauren wanted.
She tried to swallow her pride—this wasn’t about her. If she made him feel bad, he’d never want to touch her again.
“Oh fuck,” Bryce moaned, starting to jerk at his still-hard cock.
“It’s okay,” said Lauren, not understanding.
It took her a moment to get it—he wasn’t bemoaning the fact that he had cum already. He was making an exclamation of what he had seen inside the living room. She sat up to get a better look.
Inside, on top of a bed of overturned couch cushions, was Maryse in front of Caleb, who was fully transformed into a werewolf once more. Maryse looked more beautiful than ever—her tits bigger, her hair longer, her body actually glowing. And Caleb was in the middle of mounting a beautiful young redhead—Deborah, the birthday girl. Her freckled body was being completely dominated by the huge beast.
He was taking her virginity, Lauren realized. Taking hers just like he had taken Lauren’s. And Deborah had only turned eighteen today...
Bryce stood up, walking silently toward the house, jerking his cock all the while.
Lauren’s pussy started to feel completely soaked, watching the rut in action. God, he probably wasn’t using any protection, and she certainly wouldn’t be...he was going to put a baby inside of her pure, untouched virgin womb...
...why couldn’t Lauren stop being turned on by the most terribly naughty things? It was like her mind was some collection of spells of her own making—naughty kinks begetting more and more naughty kinks, each in a battle to outdo the next. Soon, she might need to be choking some other girl while someone choked her to really get off...
Fuck, that turned her on too.
She followed after Bryce, calling his name. They should get out of there—it was dangerous. Who knew what the werewolf would do?
Maryse turned with a gorgeous smile as Bryce slid the glass door to the living room open—as if she had been expecting him. Perhaps she had.
“Come in,” Maryse cooed, though Bryce took it as an order. Lauren too found herself inexorably drawn inside. They entered the room fully, without hesitation, closing the door behind them.
Lauren could see now that a series of mirrors had been set up in the living room—so that no matter the angle, someone could always get a view of Maryse in her beautiful white gown. Her blonde hair nearly went down to the floor, like a shimmering golden blanket.
Maryse's hands were on Caleb’s svelte, hairy hips, encouraging him to fuck Deborah even harder with his bare cock. Caleb looked back at Maryse with total adoration, total love, his beast form completely tamed by her beauty.
And then he would look downward at Deborah, the rate of his thrusts increasing, his face become almost f
ull of feral, breaking rage. Lauren watched, her arousal growing, cum leaking down from her pussy onto the floor. Orgasms seemed to tumble out of Deborah's beautiful, frail body like rocks from an avalanche, tumbling every which way into from every little movement of Caleb's.
“Master!” Deborah screamed with pleasure. “Master! Master, yes! Oh, Master, my Master!”
On her side was Caleb's mark—the glowing rune-filled bite that marked her as his property. Maryse smiled more broadly, and laughed—it was the most beautiful sound Lauren had ever heard. She stepped over to Bryce and Lauren.
“I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised to see you two still here.”
“I-I love you,” Bryce choked out, still jerking his cock. “Oh my god, Maryse. Maryse, Maryse, Maryse...”
“Thank you, dear. I appreciate that. And you, Lauren? Do you love your Mistress as well?”
Lauren whimpered. Maryse was so gorgeous, and completely in her element now.
Maryse seemed to sense her hesitation, and glided forward, taking Lauren by the throat. Suddenly, all the breath left Lauren, and her body was entirely ready to do anything Maryse wanted. Maryse was firmly, decidedly in charge of her now.
“I know what you need, slave,” Maryse growled in her ear. “I know what my slave really needs. I can sense it.”
Tightening and vibrating with need, Lauren’s pussy became even slicker, her juices intermingling freely with Bryce’s cum. Maryse slapped Lauren's face hard, and Lauren only moaned more, feeling only pleasure from the pain.
“Ohmygod,” Lauren moaned. “OhmygodMaryseMaryseMaryse...”
She was just babbling now. Maryse’s grip tightened on Lauren’s throat and she slapped her again.
“Say it,” Maryse demanded. “Call me Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“And you do love me?”
She did. How could she not? Maryse was so fucking gorgeous.
“Y-yes, Mistress!”
“Then show me. Touch yourself.” Letting go of Lauren’s throat, she addressed Bryce now as well. “Be good little pets. Cum as much as you want for me.”
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