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Authors: Francis Ashe

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I tugged on my end of his lace and she on hers. By the time the knot in his leather drawstring pulled tight and popped open, I could have burst I was so excited. The king’s monster twitched just a bit when my palm brushed him, his face softening just a bit.

“Pull it out. Look at what I will fill you with,” he whispered an inch from my ear.

Alix had a familiar expression on her face – the same one she had right before she touched her lips to my neck that first time. She dropped to her knees in front of the king and pulled me down with her. Either of us grabbed one side of his open trousers and tugged them down over his massive thighs.

His cock was so big, so long and so hard that it took a good deal of grunting and wrestling to pull his leathers down far enough to let his erection spring free.

“Oh!” I gasped.

“Ohhhh...” Alix said. “That auctioneer wasn’t lying.”

Towering above us, so high he might well have been a pine tree, Morzan bellowed with laughter so hearty that it shook the very hall where we sat. His root twitched, and he yanked my hand to him with a jerk that was hard enough to hurt.

I stumbled forward, losing my feet and crashed against Morzan’s muscle-lined torso with a yelp. His cock pushed along a thigh from my hip almost to my knee was both a promise and a boast. He seemed to relish my surprise, my shock, and my growing terror as he wrapped my hand as far around his shaft as it would go, and stroked himself with my hand.

“Tellok!” He called in his rocky, guttural voice. “You made good choices with these two. You have pleased your king.”

Praised, the ghostly eunuch slipped back into the shadows behind the throne. That seemed to be his station – to appear at opportune times, take some message or whisper in the king’s ear, and then glide back into the blackness behind the throne.

I couldn’t keep my mind on any one thing. As the king’s cock swelled somehow bigger, his breath became raspy and ragged. The coins and trinkets jingling in his beard rattled out a strange, almost unearthly hymn of lust and savagery. Up that close, I was able to see that also tied up in his braids were tiny bones, all sorts of them. Fingers, things that looked to be parts of jaws, and other assorted macabre trinkets hung heavy from his jaw. I tried to think back, to remember what Shingo’s had been like, but in the heat of the moment, it was impossible to recall.

It was impossible to think about anything aside from the man towering over Alix and me. It was impossible to drag my eyes from his chest that rose and fell with each mighty breath, or to stop letting myself gaze at the rippled muscles running down his stomach, or the deep-cut of torso tapering at the top of his legs.

“Why are you just standing there? Does something vex the little blonde girl? Is there some problem?”

“N-no, Wolf King, I was just-”

“You weren’t bought to speak!”

“Get
down here
!” Alix whispered and yanked me back down. “Help me with the great Morzan’s rod, help me please our lord!”

Again, her almost comical over-acting seemed to please him. When all four of our hands curled around his girth, he reached down and filled his meaty hands with our big clumps of our hair.

“Yes! You are pleasing the Wolf King!” He twisted his fist, sending shocks down my back that prickled the skin around my nipples.

“Does the king like our hands on him?” I asked, for an excuse to look up.

Wordlessly, Morzan relaxed his twist on our hair but kept his hand in place. He dragged his lip along the stubble on his upper lip and then sucked his bottom one between his teeth.
His teeth – they’re pointed. Sharp. What on earth is this creature?
He let out a groan that if a normal man had made would sound like pleasure. From him though, it almost made my teeth chatter.

“Can you believe this, Jo? Look at this thing!” Alix’s eyes were wide with a hungry look. “Help me.”

Alix stood up, making sure to drag her body along the underside of Morzan’s cock as she did. He opened his mouth in a sigh, and a little groan every time a latch or buckle or hook tugged at his skin. A long stare later, he finally let go of my hair after making sure I wasn’t going to stop pulling on him. With a grunt, he ripped a split down the middle of Alix’s gorgeous dress. Her body jerked back and forth with his power tug after tug. Finally, he split the thing all the way down to her waist.

“Suck,” he demanded. “Now.”

It took a second before I realized he was talking to me rather than Alix, which prompted him to grab my hair again and yank me forward. Where before when he tugged on me, it hurt, that time I felt pleasure crawl down my shoulders in a prickling cascade. I wanted him to do it again, to do it harder, but as soon as my lips touched the tip of his cock, he turned his attention back to Alix.

As I stroked his massive legs, letting my fingers bounce over the corded mountains of muscle above his knees, I felt something that gave me more than a moment of pause. Hair. Hair had begun to grow where before his skin was bare.
Was there none before? Or had I just no attention to it? What is happening?

A tug on my shoulder from Alix grabbed my attention as I clumsily slid my lips down Morzan’s cock. Right below the ridge around his head, he had a second bulge, like a slight ball, that fascinated me. When I slid my tongue around it, the king writhed a little, and I heard him draw a breath. It surprised me to hear him make any sound that wasn’t a demand, but as I did it again – rolled my tongue around the knot in his cock – he groaned again and almost shoved Alix to the floor.

“Yes!” He cried out, “yes! I can feel...I can feel something I haven’t felt in ages!”

The king reached down and clamped his hands around either side of my face. Grinding forward, he pushed his erection so far down my throat that I tasted him on the back of my tongue. Alix knelt beside me, twisting herself around and sucked part of his hair-covered sac into her mouth, groaning loud. 

A shudder wracked the Wolf King. His thighs flexed and released in time with the beating of my heart, and the breaths I was able to barely draw around his crested erection as I slid it further inside my mouth. Pearls of the king’s juice sliding down my tongue made me yearn for more of his love, more of his power, but when he slid his hand down my back and then scratched me deep and hard to the cheers of the warriors filling the hall, I felt my entire body cover in a hot, red flush.

At first I thought it was simple embarrassment at being exposed and deflowered in front of a room full of shouting men, but soon wet heat slipped out of me though, creeping down my legs and up my belly. Another hand – Alix’s free one – moved down one of my sides and she pushed a finger back inside me where she had been before.

“Just go with it. Go with it and think about that hero of yours. He’ll come. Just believe in him.” She said so softly that I barely heard.

I let out a muffled grunt to let her know I did. As her finger slid back inside, a whimper escaped my lips, barely squeezed out around the king’s cock. My hands running along his shaft from the base all the way to where my lips ringed him, I tugged in long, slow drags that forced him to breathe in ragged bursts and scratch me again.

“Ah!” I screamed as Morzan’s fingernails burned eight tracks up my back that quickly melted into sweet pleasure before I knew what was happening. He did it again, stinging my flesh with those mighty hands, and forcing my nipples to pucker and my sex to convulse slightly around Alix’s finger.

I heard a sound form deep inside Morzan’s chest, a sound of something like pain mixed with ecstasy and pulled away from his cock for a moment, to catch my breath and give him a few strokes.

“You – you’re getting bigger, Wolf King,” I said. “I feel you in my mouth getting bigger. How is that when you’re already so long and thick?”

Morzan looked down at me with a twitch in the corner of his left eye. I noticed then that his beard seemed to have crept further up his cheeks, almost to his eye.

“Your mighty beard seems to be growing too, great king. And you’re...Alix! Alix,” I whispered, “look on this! Look at him!”

“I am, mmm...” she mumbled with one of his globes in her mouth. Her tongue shot out and swept across his sac, which I also realized had grown hairier. “He’s so hot, so good...”

“Alix! He’s changing!”

Morzan was beyond words, beyond paying attention to us at all. His muscles convulsed, bulging out harder and swelling to a size almost unbelievable. In my hand, his erection grew as well, and as I stroked him, I felt slick, hard hair grow out all over him, from his base to his tip, which let my hand slide even easier up and down. The tip of his cock turned red and looked hungry to dip inside somewhere, drive deep inside...

With a terrible roar, Morzan swept Alix aside, making her crash to the floor with a thump. He brought an open hand down across my back, his slap thrilling me. The scratch afterwards burned more brightly and smoldered hotter than the ones before and when I saw his hands, I knew why – they’d become clawed. Long, curved, ivory fingernails grew out of the gnarled knuckles that his fingers gained.

He slapped his other hand hard against my skin and then shoved me backwards. I hit the ground with an “oof!” and both of my legs splayed out in front of me.

Looking around, I saw all the other men in the hall undergoing such horrible transformations. “Alix,” I called, “why isn’t anyone running? What’s going on?”

“Aren’t they gorgeous? Gods, I can’t believe this. I’d heard about them, but always thought it was ridiculous. But look! The muscles, the hair, the...” She drew a deep breath through her flared nostrils, “the smell. They smell like man and sex and sweat. Don’t you just want to be ravished?”

As I tried to decide exactly what to make of my feelings, Morzan threw back his arms and unleashed the most ferocious, jagged roar that ever I heard in my life from man, beast, or anything else. His chest flexed, convulsed, and the skin grew so tight around his muscles he looked to burst, but instead he just breathed in and out. Deep, lung-filling breaths, each of them made his ribcage flare and shrink. The wild blood pumped so hard in his veins that I swore I could see it moving up and down his body as it stretched, swelled and grew.

Involuntarily I pushed away, scooting myself backward along the stone floor. The scratches along my upper thighs were almost as thrilling as the thought of what was going to happen to me when the Wolf King got ahold of a leg, or an arm, or my hair. To my right, so close to the bonfire that singed fur seemed like a danger, the red-haired girl was pinned between two of them. They were both fully transformed, just like Morzan, both howling and scratching and clawing and pumping.

She screamed and writhed each time they pushed exactly in time with one another. One of them was so relaxed that his tongue hung out of his mouth to one side, his chest flexing beneath the slick black hair with each thrust of his hips. Smack, smack, I heard their flesh crash together over and over. Watching them, I couldn’t help but slip my finger inside my sex, right where Alix had hers, turning it just like she did and dragging it along the front wall of my sex.

I grabbed one of my breasts, squeezed my nipple between two fingers and looked back to Morzan who had begun lumbering toward me. I kicked again, skittering further across the floor but it had become more of a game than anything else. I’d push backwards, and the confused looking wolf king pursued. He seemed unable to avoid me, like he couldn’t take his eyes off my slender naked body, not even to look over at Alix, whom he seemed so interested in before his transformation.

“You’ll have to catch me, Wolf King,” I said, standing up and walking backwards slowly. I couldn’t believe the power I had over that huge monster, but there he was, just stalking after me, entranced.

Briefly I stole a glance to my left and saw one of the wolves driving inside the red-haired girl pull out and pulse his love onto her belly before she hungrily sucked him into her mouth and drained him. Every last drop, she licked from her lips, squeezing him as the other one kept right on slamming against her reddening flesh. She reached underneath herself and grabbed that one’s sack, and stroked it as the wolf inside her howled and both took their climax together. For a moment afterwards, the beast stayed deep inside her and for some reason I wondered if that bulge around Morzan’s tip was common to all of his wolves.

I wondered, too, if it would feel as good inside me as it did in my mouth.

“Ah!” I moaned when my back met a wall. “Well I suppose you’ve got me, don’t you?”

Morzan unleashed another throat-ripping roar and lunged forward, but I rolled to one side, and his claws clattered off the stone. I turned back to the center of the room to find many of his men howling in appreciation. Or maybe they were laughing. It was hard to tell. For each wolf who was watching the game that their king and I played, two or three more were taking their pleasure on a girl, and even a few with each other.

I darted back across the center of the room and helped Alix to her feet. She had her eye on a rather large, silver-haired wolf.

“They can’t think. They can’t reason or talk, they’re just hungry. Isn’t it wonderful?” She said. “Look, some of the beasts are so wild and frenzied that they’re taking one another. I admit it, I was wrong.”

“Wrong about what?”

“We are certainly not in the clutches of any fat lordlings here, Jo.”

I had time to give her a brief smile before the wolf-man returned her affections. He lunged into the air and pounced so hard that he slammed into her, knocking my friend to the floor and driving the air from her lungs. In one jerking, ripping motion, he rent the tattered remains of her beautiful dress and underclothes, sending them flying as he shredded. Alix put her hands on his chest, but the wolf grabbed her hair, yanked her to her feet.

Behind me, I heard a scratch of claws on stone and tried to dodge again, but I was too slow. A clawed hand grasped my shoulder, biting in my prickling skin and sending thrills all the way down my back and between my legs. Again, wet heat slipped out from between my folds and I sucked a breath through my nose that filled me with the hot, stinging scent of King Morzan, his sweat, his sex and mine, and of the debauchery of all the rest of them. Debauchery the likes of which I never imagined to exist and had found myself directly in the middle of.

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