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The King’s Dozen Daughters, escaped their rooms by night,

Then returned with shredded dresses, at early morning’s light.

Though extra guards were posted, they mostly fell asleep,

And morning’s shredded dresses were added to the heap.

But now the thirteenth daughter is about to come of age,

And fearful king and father, calls to him every sage.

Another call brings heroes and though they bet their life,

The reward’s a wily princess, whom he may call his wife.

But woe they all met failure and few survived the night,

Just like the shredded dresses, the men were left a fright.

And so the halls fell silent, the bounty left unclaimed,

And now the day approaches for the youngest to be named.

*****

“Please … don’t,” she begged, trembling with barely controlled terror. “Nearly every guard is killed upon the third night! I could not bear it if you were hurt because of me!”

Michael did not speak. Words sloshed right out of his brain as his princess squeezed him to her with all of her strength. Brown curls tickled the bottom of his chin and she wore the lavender perfume which he had labored to make for her. The strength of his arms was turned to grass by her soft touch and he felt wretchedly unclean while he held her. Crystalline tears slid down her face, touched the dirt of his tunic, and caused muddy smudges to mar her cherry cheeks.

“Princess Lydia?” The firm voice caused the pair to stiffen and reluctantly release their grips. Regal training straightened the young lady’s back and a mask of unshakable calm smoothed despair out of her face. Michael gave her a signal and she moved to one of the beautiful fountains and moistened her handkerchief and began to dab at her face. Moments later her governess swooped upon her like a bird of prey and cleaned her roughly, before spiriting her away.

The young gardener stood dumbly as he struggled to gather his wits. Heat and scent lingered on his skin, creating an outfit of pleasant distraction that he could not seem to fully recover from. Eventually he took enough deep breaths that for his brains to partially unscramble and he berated himself for being idle. There was still work to be done and physical labor would draw the burn away from forbidden places and out into his limbs where it belonged.

Turning back to his cart of supplies allowed him to focus on the world he was living in. Dirt crunched under his feet and his eyes scanned the hedge that he would need to trim next. Looking to his cart caused him to stop dead. Breath caught, he could not swallow, and tendrils of panic danced at the corners of his vision.

“Well, that was adorable!” The voice was high, amused, and always sounded as if the world was a magnificent joke that only she understood. “A pampered princess of noble birth, falls for one whom tends the Earth!” The shapely woman exploded into a fit of giggles which were far beneath her station but not out of character for her. The laughter caused her barely controlled mane of strawberry curls to dance and her bright blue eyes to sparkle.

“Princess Mina,” Michael said with a bow that he hoped would cover his blush.

“Oh, don’t be so formal,” Princess Mina said breathily. Vaulting to her feet, she bounced over to stand much too close. The youth leaned away but he was unable to avert his eyes from the incredible cleavage shelf that she thrust into his face. It often bothered Michael that he was so short, but Princess Mina seemed to take great delight in leaning forward and sniffing the gardener as if he was a flower.

A pleased moan rolled out of her throat as her healthy bosom expanded to fill his world. “Mmm … you smell like good things.” The normally bright blue eyes darkened with desire and something hungry seemed to peer into his soul. “Your princess needs you to win that challenge less she be eaten by the big bad wolf.”

“Will you tell me how your dresses are getting shredded?” The question came out unbidden but Michael focused hard on Lydia, in an effort to keep his perverse fantasies under control. He could imagine any number of terrible scenarios with the fiery Mina but Lydia was innocent, virginal, and allowed him to feel like a gentleman.

Mina’s eyes sparkled as if she knew his thoughts and her grin curled into a leer. “Nope,” she finally said in a teasing tone. “I cannot say and will not tell, but if you plan to stand watch, like the others, I recommend you bring some flowers.”

“For my grave?” Michael asked as he tried to be brave.

“Grave?” Mina blinked and then burst into another fit of giggles that did magical things to her chest. “Heavens no! I just love flowers! So does Lydia!”

“Lavender,” Michael muttered before the other could finish.

“Oooh,” Mina cooed, “you know your princess well.” Then she leaned forward once more, as if daring him to look down her blouse, and warm breath tickled his ear. “Better act before another claims her.” Then she pulled back, curtsied as if he was a lord, and then frolicked away like a fairy in a glen.

*****

Michael was pretty sure there were dumber things he could have gotten himself into but he could not recall any of them. The events of the day had been a blur. After announcing his desire to take the challenge of guarding the princesses, he had been stood before the king, dressed in a soldier’s mail, and told where to stand so that he could stare at the royal doors.

This might have worked out better if the youth had ever served in the army but he had not. There were pretty strict laws about owning any blade longer than one’s forearm and he was short enough to get laughed right off the muster fields. Though he was nearly nineteen the commanders still told him to come back when he was bigger, and that was becoming less and less likely.

The armor dug into him, thanks to his small size, and it was fairly heavy. The sword kept knocking into the wall and jerking his belt. The mostly wooden shield was so heavy he soon set it on the floor, picking it up quickly whenever someone went by him. His heart sank when the massive clock tower struck the midnight hour. It was still six hours until sunrise and we was not certain he would survive a normal night … much less one where most of the guards were torn to shreds on the third night.

The hall of the princesses was a luxurious one but it had been seen a lot of new construction over the past decade. The strange troubles had begun when the eldest sisters came of age and all of the realm’s suitors seemed to disappear before they could marry so none had moved away. A decade of daughters not being married off forced the king to build a whole new addition to the castle as it would not do to have his girls all living in the same room.

The click of a door caused Michael to jump and he took up his shield. He moved toward the noise and realized Princess Mina was leaning against the doorframe. To Michael’s horror, the princess was wearing so little that the only reason he could not see her nipples was that they were hidden behind crossed arms. The red-haired princess wore a vulpine smile which grew wider as his mouth opened and closed like a fish on dry-land.

“Thank you for the compliment, sir knight,” she spoke with regal flare. “Dost thou …”

Michael was certain there was more to that sentence but he could not hear anything above the pounding of his heart. The bile in his stomach tickled the back of his throat and he felt it would be potentially fatal manners to throw up on a princess, so he turned away from her and breathed heavily at the stone wall.

Princess Mina’s giggle was an infectious thing and it greeted Michael when he could hear again. He could not help but laugh along with her and he was glad to discover she had put on a robe when he turned around. “You’re just too much fun, Michael,” she told him as her laughter faded. “I hope you succeed and join our little family, soon.”

“I’m not worthy,” Michael said stoically but Mina’s grin seemed to ruin the effect.

“Oh don’t be silly,” Mina said dismissively. “One lance rises as well as another. But you’re not here because of greed or malice. You might be young, dumb, and full of cum but you have a good heart. Drink?”

The words had caused Michael’s face to burn but Mina’s offer of a mug confused him.

“I can’t drink on duty,” he said lamely but womanly curves moved into his personal space.

“Oh, it’s not alcohol,” she said as she took a drink from the tankard. It left a milk mustache on her upper lip which she licked away in a fascinating manner. “Normally I’d drink milk to help me sleep but this stuff has honey, spices, and some other things designed to keep you up at night. Care to not fall asleep on your guard shift?”

Princess Mina stared at Michael with the look of one about to pull a prank. Had she not taken a drink first, the youth would have turned down the offer but she had proven it was safe. He leaned his shield against the wall, thanked her politely, and accepted the mug. The drink was so sweet that he could barely recognize it as milk. It was a wonderful treat, though, and he had drained the mug much too quickly for his liking.

“Oh dear,” Mina said when he was finished, “I’ll have to make you a double batch for tomorrow.”

“Is it much trouble?” he asked politely but Mina shook her head.

“It does not take much time to prepare, but it has to sit for a few hours. I think it gets sweeter as it sits so I get mine made early so that I can stay up all night.”

“Why do you stay up all night?” Michael asked as his smile came easily.

“Oh well I’ve become a bit of an artist,” she told him. “Since the suitors all got scared away I started writing and painting. It all seems to come to me at night, though. Something about the sunlight makes me want to go right to sleep.”

“I see,” he said. “I would like to see your work sometime.”

“Well,” Mina said as she considered things, “I might let you see all of my things if you ask me nice.”

Michael’s cheeks flushed as she batted her lashes at him and then she retreated to her door.

“Goodnight sir knight,” she said teasingly. “Try not to get eaten by the morrow.”

*****

Michael survived the rest of the night without anything trying to rip his face off. Mina had been right about the milk drink and he did not begin to feel tired until the first fingers of sunlight crested the horizon and cast shadows on the stone walls. The debrief was obnoxious as Sir Peter made disparaging comments about how he only had two nights to live but Michael decided the man had seen too many good men killed to think he would fare any better.

The men who took this challenge were given luxurious quarters and Michael delighted in the good food and the hot bath. Restless energy sent him to the gardens that he had tended for so much of his life and an unsuccessful trip to see his princess. The soft mattress eventually carried him off to sleep and he did not wake until the sun had almost set. For some reason he felt himself growing excited about the shift he was about to undertake and he held the shield for at least an hour before leaning it against the wall.

“The potential hero returns,” Princess Mina declared as she handed him a steaming mug. “I made a double batch, for tonight, so I would not have to share.” She knocked her mug against his and took pull fit for a pub.

The drink warmed the Michael’s belly and it seemed to fill him with confident energy that allowed him to speak more boldly. “What are you working on?”

“Is that a straight line or are you asking about why I keep flirting with you?” She asked him with a lewd smirk.

“I … you have blue paint on your fingers,” Michael said with a blush. Mina’s laughter was rich, warm, and made him want to join her. “You’re really enjoying this.”

“Immensely,” she confessed. “All the other men are such sticks in the mud! None of them could laugh. Did you know you have a great smile?”

“I doubt it’s as good as yours,” he said honestly. “How’s Lydia doing? I went to see her earlier and the guard said she was unwell.”

“Oh, she’s fine,” Mina said with a dismissive waive of her hand. “She’s all worried about her birthday being on the night of the full moon. It’s going to be a marvelous party.”

Michael felt himself laughing at the way Princess Mina switched between high and low words. He had known her for several years and she was very skilled at being regal and formal one moment and sounding as if she were a wench at a tavern the next.

“She’s afraid of the troubles,” he eventually told Mina. “We still don’t know why your dresses are getting torn up and I don’t know how I’m supposed to find out by just standing here.”

“Oh, that’s nothing you need to worry about,” Mina said with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Care to set my mind at ease?”

“Nope,” she said as she took his empty mug. “Try to keep your lance up, Sir Knight.”

*****

Michael’s lance did in fact stay up for the rest of the night. It pressed painfully against his pants and he could not seem to make it go away. When his shift ended, he stepped into the privy and had to lean awkwardly in order to aim. The touch of his hand sent little shockwaves of pleasure through him and he felt himself sweating as his urine coursed through and out of him.

Normally, completing this task would have calmed things down but he was still stiff as a rod. Fingers moved along his shame and he tried to stay silent as he indulged himself. At first he tried to think of Lydia she was just too virginal and pure for a proper image to form. Princess Mina was much a much better masturbation image with her sly smirk, bouncing red curls, and a bosom a man could drown in.

Michael was absolutely certain Lydia had never seen a penis before but Mina acted as if she were no stranger to the beast with two backs. Michael’s fantasy quickly filled in with Mina’s thick lips wrapping shamelessly around his painfully erect manhood. Freckled cheeks dimpled, sucking all of him into her mouth … vulgar slurping sounds filled his ears … her head bobbing hungrily to plunge him down her throat again and again until she milked him for everything he had.

The whole world quivered in his hand and Michael had to press his palm firmly against the wall to keep from falling. With a guttural grunt, the young soldier sprayed the privy wall with an obscene amount of viscous seed. Abdominal muscles bulged and clenched much harder than he had ever experienced before as thick ropes of vital essence spouted out of him. For a time, Michael was certain he would pass out from ecstatic pleasure but when his vision cleared, he stared wide-eyed at what he had done.

While he had masturbated plenty of times before, he had never produced more than a simple rag could clean. This mess would need a team of experts and he momentarily considered fleeing and letting this be someone else’s problem. Michael had been raised to face his own troubles, though, so he took up the rags meant for wiping and set to the task of making the place less vile.

*****

Michael stood back at his post on the third night. While most of his worries should have been focused on his potentially being torn apart by something that went bump in the night, he was mostly thinking about his insane dreams. Sex may have been a natural part of life but he was pretty certain an erection lasting most of the night was something another man would have bragged about.

The smallclothes he had worn to bed were ridged from dried seed and he wondered if a succubus had somehow visited him in the night. Michael washed himself in the basin he had been given and then washed his own smallclothes so that no one else would see the horrid mess. Following that he donned a fresh outfit and headed off to break his fast.

While it was common for men to eat sparingly on their third day at guard, Michael ate like a man possessed. He ate everything they gave him and then pestered the servants for seconds and thirds. Michael was certain he would be unable to move after such a feast but a page helped him slide into his armor with minimal fuss.

Sir Daniel was waiting for him at the guard position and he gave Michael a critical look before clapping the youth on the shoulder. “See you on the other side, boy.” It was a phrase generally reserved for soldiers who were about to engage in a battle but Michael understood the implication.

“See you on the other side,” he replied, and then he was alone.

Michael was too distracted to realize he had not leaned his shield against the wall all night. Once again his erection was pressing against his pants and it was not going away. Every time he moved he felt like the damn thing might go off and he knew that would create an embarrassing mess that would not dry or be easily cleaned up by morning.

The door to Princess Mina’s bedchamber clicked open and Michael could not help but smile. This time when he looked at her there was something dark smoldering in her eyes. The pressure in his pants grew even stronger as she stared at him but then her eyes slid past to something else that was lurking in the hallway.

The scent of something thick and musky filled his nostrils. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he turned suddenly. Doing this caused his heavy shield to connect with a four legged creature and it let out a dog-like yelp of pain.

A curse tore out of Michael’s lips as he tried to draw his sword. A wolf that was almost the size of a horse got to its feet and growled at him but Michael’s sword struck against the wall and he could not free the blade. Gritting his teeth, the youth lunged forward and struck the huge wolf with the edge of his shield. The beast yelped again and snapped at him. Claws and teeth struck shield and armor but they did not cut through to his skin.

Giving up on and blades, Michael took the shield in both hands, and bashed it along the side of the creature’s head. He carried on in a series of overhead swings that did not allow the wolf-thing to rise. Each time the shield descended it cracked the wolf on the top of the skull. Each time Michael raised the shield into the air for another strike he swore he would not be able to lift it again but behind him were the smoldering eyes of Princess Mina and he would not fail her.

Snarling and yelling like an animal, Michael continued raining blows down on the creature’s head. The skull distended, as it fell to the ground, and eventually Michael was only pulping its brains into the carpet. The shield fell out of his hands and he collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath.

Taking off his helmet, Michael was appalled at how good he felt. He was alive. He had killed his enemy with his own hands. The Princess Mina had seen him defend her and she was still watching him. As his breathing returned to something manageable, he turned to face her and she leaned heavily against the doorframe.

“I knew you could do it!” Princess Mina shouted. Michael could not look away from her eyes as they promised to make all of his most primal fantasies come true. He knew this was not the way he should think but he decided a near-death experience would make any man think wild thoughts. “Come on! You need to come with me!”

Michael hesitated, motioning toward the body and briefly wondering if he should summon guards to help clean it up. But this was Princess Mina and she did not trouble herself with such trivialities. She prowled toward Michael with that twinkle of predatory mischief in her eyes and he believed whatever she told him to do would be immoral, inadvisable, and more than a little shameless. He also knew that he would do it … because this was Princess Mina and her ideas always led to an interesting time.

When Mina took his gloved hand, Michael felt a surge of raw lust tear through him. He had a feeling he would have lost most of his senses if she had touched his skin; but he was able to keep enough of his wits about him to feel a surge of wild panic as she pulled him into her bedchamber.

The threat of execution sobered his glands and he took his hand back from her. The room was blindingly pink and his suddenly alert senses were nearly overwhelmed by the scents of perfume, baked goods, and … woman.

No matter what else might happen in this room, the fact that it was inhabited by a passionate female was painfully apparent. Michael widened his stance in an effort to appear prepared but he was primarily trying to keep his pants from throttling him. Then the princess closed and locked her door … and Michael began to panic.

There was a terribly intimate quality to the silence in that room and he swallowed hard as he stared at her. Michael could see the nefarious scheming happening as the young woman gave him a calculating look. In response, Michael found himself holding his shield in front of him and wishing it was larger.

“Sir Knight,” Princess Mina spoke in the tone of a spider to a fly, “do you wish to know the mystery of the shredded dresses?”

“Oh … o-of course,” Michael managed to say after spending a few too many seconds cowering behind his shield like it was a child’s woobie. “It is my duty to find out.”

“I care not of my father’s orders,” Mina said as she stood much too close and breathed straight on into Michael’s nostrils. “You cannot tell another soul of what you find here. I’m certain you’ve already grasped the consequences of standing here in my bedchamber. What I want to know is … are you willing to become part of our secret?”

“What do you mean … become part of the secret?” Michael asked suspiciously.

“Unfortunately, that is part of it,” Mina said as she stepped away from him. “Anything I tell you might clue you in and it is a doozy. Lydia knows the secret, which is why she came to you the other day.”

“But … she asked me to stay away,” Michael said as confusion lowered his caution.

“Do you believe it is even remotely possible that you would have obeyed that request?” Princess Mina asked with a smirk that irked him. She put the back of one hand to her forehead and posed like an actor in a play. “Oh please, don’t go into danger for me! I’m just an innocent virgin princess with no one to protect her! Ooohhh, for shame! If only some young dumb man would rescue me from my troubles and then ravage me until I’m screaming his name!”

Michael’s face grew so red that he thought he might blackout from shame. Princess Mina stopped her posturing but instead of laughing at him she simply patted the side of his face with her hand.

“Michael,” she told him kindly, “you were lured here because we like you. Lydia spoke on your behalf and I backed her decision. You’re a good person and we want you to be part of our secret. I’m willing to initiate you, but you need to agree to it. If you’re unwilling …” Without saying another word, Princess Mina stepped around the stunned knight, unlocked and opened the door to her bedchamber, and then gave him an expectant look.

The two paths were clear to the young man. Michael had passed the test and would likely survive the night. What stretched out before him were the choices of boring safety or dangerous adventure. Most of his life had been spent in the shadows of greatness. Toiling away at tedious jobs he was safe from harm but waiting for life to get interesting. If he returned to that garden, Michael knew he would spend the rest of his life regretting the decision. If he did not want to hate himself for the rest of his life, there was only one path he could take.

With careful movements, Michael leaned his shield against the wall, gripped the side of the door that the princess was leaning against, and closed it firmly. The bolt was slid securely into place and he looked at the mischievous princess with all of the seriousness he could muster.

“Princess Mina,” Michael said, “all my life I’ve wanted to answer the call to adventure. If I quit this quest I’ll spend the rest of my days wondering what I turned away from. I may have been called by Princess Lydia, but I am here to protect all of you … and it’s time I did that. I want to know your secret. I cannot swear that I won’t tell your father … but I can swear that I’ll do what I believe to be right. If you make me a part of this secret I’ll do everything in my power to protect you. Please trust me … please trust that I’ll do the right thing.”

“I do,” the princess said, but when she moved in to hug the poor man, he had to grit his teeth not to do anything unwanted. Princess Mina’s body was unbearably hot and she smelled of life. Her curly red hair tickled his face and he wanted so much to lick or kiss her.

When she drew back she did not completely retreat. Michael became lost in her brilliant blue eyes and wondered what it might be like to start kissing her. Then, as if she had been wondering the same thing, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

A small eternity passed during that kiss. Mina’s lips were full of passion and sweet things, tasting of baked goods and strawberries. When she pressed Michael’s back against the wooden door, there was nothing he could do to resist her. Through armor, padding, and two sets of clothes, her body heat found him. When her tongue entered his mouth he felt like a maiden being penetrated in a romantic poem. Nothing in the world mattered. Nothing was as important as this moment.

“I trust you, Michael,” she whispered when the kiss ended.

“I’m yours,” Michael whispered back.

“I know,” she said as her mischievous grin returned. “Do you want to see our secret?”

“Y-yes,” he gasped, and then she drew away. As his wits slowly came back to him the princess walked over to a bookshelf and made a few adjustments. There was a solid click and a section of stone wall slid away to reveal stairs. “Well … shit.”

“How else did you think we were getting out?” the princess asked as if it was obvious.

Questions crept into Michael’s mind but he decided it would be wiser to say nothing and let fate lead the way. With shield in hand, he let himself be led into sections of the castle he did not recognize, to a place that was much deeper than he felt was possible. Acoustics bent sound to strange effect and he heard something that he swore was chanting. Then there was a scream.

Michael pushed past Princess Mina and held up his shield to protect her from harm. It took him a moment for him to realize he might be hearing a different type of distress but he did not yet have enough experience to tell the difference.

“Gods! Oh Gods! Yes! Yes! Oh-hoh-hoh! Y-yes!”

The words did not fully penetrate Michael’s brain until Mina pushed him forward and he stumbled into the room. Wide eyes took in the scene of a vast ritual chamber with twenty-two cloaked figures surrounding a large circle with plenty of mystic looking scribbles etched into it. At the center of the ritual circle was a beautiful young woman on all fours, naked, and gasping and panting like a bitch in heat. The man behind her was covered in the kind of muscles men fantasize about having and he rolled his hips forward, penetrating the young woman in a steady rhythm.

“Yes! Yes! Take me, you magnificent beast! Harder! Yes! Make me yours!”

Realization slowly dawned in the sludge that was Michael’s horrified brain. Thick brown curls and the pert breasts of unsuckled youth bounced forward and back. Virgin folds were roughly spread and torn by brutish entry. Blood and cum mixed together, dripping in a steadily expanding puddle of vulgar desires.

Michael recognized the last guard who had supposedly failed this guard trial. Now that man pushed forward and his abdominal muscles flexed. His growl became a bestial roar as his mate screamed in bliss, arched her back and pressed her bottom against the brute, pushing him as deeply into her as she could take. When their bodies slackened she pushed herself up off of the stone and pressed her back to his chest. When her dark hair fell back, Princess Lydia’s face shone in a contortion of primal ecstasy and raw lust.

Never in his lewdest dreams could Michael have imagined Princess Lydia like this. It would have been difficult enough to imagine her having sex at all, much less ordering a man to do such things to her. Now she licked a brutish man’s mouth as she pressed her bottom against him in an effort to keep his lust inside of her.

Half-lidded eyes opened and Michael could see they were no longer the deep blue he had always loved. Though she did not look at him, Michael could see a flash of amber. The male also shared this color and neither noticed any of the people around them.

“Look at her, Michael. Isn’t she beautiful?” Princess Mina pressed herself against Michael’s back, wrapped her arms around his chest, and leaned her chin on his armored shoulder. Hot breath tickled his neck in excited little gusts and her scent seemed to thicken. “Look at our little bitch. She’s in heat, you know. Desperate to be taken. Needing to be mounted. Her hunger is so great it’s driving her mad. If that male had not mounted her it could have been terrible.”

“But … she was mine,” Michael said though he was surprised at his own words. “I took this challenge for her.”

“I know,” Mina said as she turned the young man away from the delirious couple, pressed him against the wall, and forced him to look into her brilliant blue eyes. “I always liked you, Michael, but I could not resist the way you spoke of her. Your passion for thoughtless bravery … the secret desires that drive you forth. I know you see this as just another type of chivalry, but all of that bosting and bluster are just pretty ways to seek sex and death. Men mount powerful beasts, with lances held high, so that they might ram them into softer flesh. Ooohhh … it gets me every time.”

“But what’s-”

“Seeds have been sown in a mortal womb,” spoke a woman’s voice form one of the cloak clad figures who had stood there watching the couple. “Soon our sister will change. Soon we shall become like our celestial mother and rut to the call of her moon.”

“Soon we shall all remember,” spoke the rest of the cloak clad cultists as one.

“Miiichaaael,” Mina said but the word was drawn out oddly and he looked back into her brilliant blur eyes. “This is our secret. This ritual. We’ve become more than what we were. The power of Mother Luna fills our veins and we are her children. That’s what you’re feeling. Can’t you feel her call?”

The heat in Michael’s body had been growing as Princess Mina pressed against him. The armor had given him some protection but now he felt his insides straining. Every part of him wanted to tear off his armor and force the princess to submit to him. To make matters worse, he could feel Princess Mina tugging at the straps that held his armor to him and some of its pieces began to loosen.

“Luna’s Children are werewolves,” he managed to say. “Y-you want t-to-”

“Yeesss,” Mina hissed as she removed his breastplate and tossed it aside.

“In front of-”

“Yeesss,” she said again but this time there was much more snarl in her tone. “I want you … now … here, in front of everyone. Become my mate … fill my womb with your pups and stay with us! Staaayyy! Be mine!”

A few days before, Michael would have refused Mina outright, but now he was unable to look away. The pure bright blue of her eyes began to gain flecks of amber and they became a multi-faceted green. The tips of her canines had sharpened past normal and the tips of her ears were poking through her hairline.

“I’ve brought you here to be my mate,” Princess Mina told him. “Please … come with me. Breed me and be mine!”

The calling of Michael’s blood was powerful but he grit his teeth and tried to remain sane. Forcing his eyes away from Mina’s he looked back to a sight that became even more alien than before.

Princess Lydia and her consort had separated and were both rippling from within. Clean, smooth skin was sprouting tufts of fur and her naked body was slowly covered in its luxurious sheen. Stiff nipples seemed to twitch with need and a tail sprouted from her tailbone and elongated into something bushy and wagging. Michael could still see the delicious curve of her rump and she pushed it towards the male in a display of invitation.

Drooling on the floor with anticipation, Lydia had her face pressed against the cold stone, but her body was warmed by the fur of the male that was mounting her. His own transformation was progressing quickly and his manhood was sharpening into something red and tapered. A bulbous knot made lewd sounds against the soaked sex but it would eventually catch and prevent seed from escaping.

Under him, Princess Lydia whimpered and panted with delight as her delicately painted fingernails were replaced by razor sharp claws which gripped at the ground. Every part of her was fully engaged in her fate and she cried out for him to do more.

The male did not falter as his own tail burst out from the bottom of his back and wagged with delight. Fur rushed up his spine and he leaned forward, growling and grunting. Drool began to fall onto Princess Lydia’s back as his canines grew more pronounced and his face distorted into fangs. Clawed fingers gripped at her flank and her flesh quaked with each pounding of his hips to her rump.

The image of romantic perfection melted in Michael’s mind as he watched the woman he had loved mate with a beast of legend, whose hunger had infected her. Worse, was the erection it had inspired on his own body. He wanted to fight. He wanted to knock the other male off of the princess and take her for himself.

“What’s happening to me?” Michael asked as he fell to his knees and trembled with lustful energy. “This isn’t me! I’m not like this!”

“Ooohhh Michael,” Mina purred as her hands removed yet another layer of armor and cloth. “You should know better. Part of this has always been inside of you.”

“Not like this!” he cried out as the codpiece was pulled off and flung away.

Princess Lydia was barely recognizable. Fangs and fur had moved into place and six breasts bounced freely as she was jostled. Cries of pleasure had become yips and growls. The hearty male pounded his hips into her haunches, thrusting into her with passion and speed.

Michael could easily see his cock slipping inside of her on each pass. Weighty orbs slapped wetly against a pristine sex. Each impact created an ecstatic yip. The thick, bulbous knot pushed forward, squeezing inside of Princess Lydia, followed by a jettisoned streak of excess cum spilling down from her spread, stretched entrance. The frenzied couple filled the air with their howl … and then the rest of the onlookers began to change.

One by one, black cloaks fell to the floor and Michael recognized the rest of the royal sisters. Each princess had a stunningly muscular male escort and they all began to move together. Lords and ladies tangled together as bodies began to change. Lips were penetrated as nails dragged along muscular backs.

Lords and ladies bent onto their hands and knees. Females arched their backs, begging the males to take them. Proper princesses panted with lust as need dripped from each sex. Manly swords plunged into royal sheaths. Naked flesh was scored by fearsome claws but the wounds healed themselves before much blood could fall. Breasts swelled, then were joined by two additional pairs. Animal madness filled amber eyes as all engaged in carnal orgy.

Princess Mina’s hands caressed Michael’s body and went lower until she was gripping is painfully hard manhood. There was a pleased sound from behind him as she played but he was unable to look away from the frenzied orgy of princess and sire.

“Ooohhh … I love this,” Princess Mina purred. “It’s just as I remembered. Now … give me your seed.” With impossible strength, the princess lifted her knight into the air and pressed him against the wall once more. Her lips wrapped around his length and drew him into a moist heat unlike anything his virgin body had ever experienced. The world seemed to crumble into that moment and there was no resisting the call.

An enormous amount of his cum burst out of him and filled Princess Mina’s mouth. An impossible hunger eagerly swallowed each spurt and after several unimaginable moments she had swallowed the entire load. There was an undignified pop and Michael fell backwards onto the stone. The pain of the impact barely seemed to register and he was vaguely aware of the frenzied matting going on all around.

The ceiling of the chamber was all the young man could see for several seconds and then a very satisfied looking Princess Mina crawled over him. Her bright blue eyes were not fully amber and her canines were pressing through her lips. An overly long tongue licked the last traces of his cum and she panted happily.

“What’s … happening to me?” Michael asked as his manhood puled with inhuman vigor.

“You are becoming one of us,” Mina told him as she unfastened her blouse and allowed her royal breasts to dangle so close to his face. “You drank the breastmilk of my sister and the lust of our mother has corrupted your blood. Soon you will be like us. Soon you will be free.”

“I … I … yesss,” Michael snarled, lunging forward to take one dangling breast into his mouth. Touching breasts for the first time in his life had predictable results and soon he was worshiping her with his attention. Pink flesh tasted of noble perfection as her large nipple stood erect between his lips. Mina made pleased sounds as he indulged in the soft heat of her body and she began running her fabric covered sex along the agony of his erection.

Michael pulled and strained. He was pinned by her weight, drowning in her pheromones, and lost to the lust which she inspired. Unholy images burned along his mind’s eye as he dreamed of taking her like a beast.

Tear off these clothes! Flip her onto all fours! Grab her hips and press inside! Secure my knot and tie her! Fill her with seed until her stomach bulges with squirming pups! Mate! Rut! BREED!

Michael struggled against her weight. Fingers tugged at her garments but he was still helpless beneath her. Eventually she grabbed his wrists and pinned his hands to the ground above his head. When he strained, he could barely lick the tips of her nipples. When he thrust up at her, he could feel the lubrication gushing out of her sex and soaking him. Sweat beaded on his skin and muscles flexed, but he was powerless.

Mina ground her sex along his in a rhythm that pleased her. The heat from her breath grew more intense as she closed her eyes. Heavy breasts swayed forward and back as she pleasured herself with his body. A heightened whimper emitted from her as she shivered and twitched. Another gush of hot liquid spread among the fabric of her smallclothes and soon he too was quivering and adding to the sticky heat.

Mina lowered herself to rest atop Michael. Releasing his hands, she began to taste the inside of his mouth with deliberate slowness. Wrapping his trembling arms around her made Michael feel safe and content. Tears filled his eyes and soon he was at the edge of weeping with joy.

“Are you ready to join with me and become my husband?” Mina asked in a whisper that contained a vulnerable bit of fear along with oceans of desire.

“Yes,” Michael managed to answer, as his emotions began to settle. That answer caused Mina to get to her feet and Michael accepted her hand. The unimaginable strength in her body drew him to his feet.

Princess Mina began pulling at the fabric of her dress. Most of it came undone and she stood bare in the ambient light. As Michael began to unconsciously count her freckles, Mina worked at the straps that held the rest of his armor onto him. Together, they stripped him completely bare and soon, both of them were wearing nothing but a light sheen of sweat.

“I … might need a moment before I can go again,” Michael confessed as he gestured to his flaccid little soldier.

“It’s alright,” Mina said with an amused little smirk. “Once you are un the altar, you will be so full of primal lust there will be impossible for you not to impregnate me.”

“Im-impregnate?” Michael gasped, feeling a little thick.

“Plow my fertile field, plant your seeds, claim my womb in the name of your liege,” Mina said with a smirk that eventually burst into laughter that caused her breasts to bounce in fascinating ways. The sound filled the hall and soon the cacophony of rutting paused as two dozen pairs of amber eyes stared at them. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Michael said as the intensity of predatorial attention galvanized his spirit.

“I have brought my mate!” Mina shouted to the circle.

Knots popped free of sopping vessels and the circle of werewolves made space for the newcomers. Michael forced himself to walk with Mina as he tried not to look at their audience. When they reached the edge of the altar, Mina cleaned her face with her handkerchief and then kissed from tenderly on the lips.

“It is time,” she said. “Lay yourself upon the altar and I shall baptize you with my body. You will then fill me with your progeny and we shall become husband and wife.”

“As you wish, my matron,” Michael said, then he climbed onto the altar and lay upon his back. In that moment, he could smell Lydia and her mate. The energy of their coupling surrounded his body and he felt his manhood returning to usefulness. Mina crawled over him on her hands and kneed. Startling him, she sat her sex upon his. Already, the moist lubricant of her body was drawing his into absolute hardness. He wanted desperately to plunge into her but she held him firmly and did not even rock her hips.

“Sisters!” Mina announced in the form of ritual. “I have finally lured my mate to the altar!” Lupine laughter sounded dangerous but somehow, Michael felt a sense of comradery surrounding him. “Now you shall all witness our ascension as thirteen mates come together in primal harmony!”

With that, Mina leaned forward and pinned Michael’s arms to the altar. This time he did not resist, staring up at her as her body began to sprout red fur. Fearsome claws held him steady as her sex oozed onto him. The scent of her was overwhelming as his mouth watered with the desire to taste more of her.

Her belly grew taught around rippling muscles as more red hairs spread along her freckled skin. Pale flesh became flush with blood as sweat poured off of her and dripped onto him. Michael snarled as Mina moved, instincts forcing him to strain against her grip as she refused to let him inside.

They went on this way for some time as Mina grew heavier with muscle and thicker of bone. Two more pairs of breasts grew from her body and soon she had enough breasts to nurse an entire litter without needing to switch teats. Thick lower lips bulged around his thickness, and her fangs grew into something truly menacing. Her mouth opened into a maw of unending terror which she then brought down upon his throat. A long moan of terror and delight was drawn out of him as carnivorous fangs sank into his meat. Then she drew back and gave him matching bite-marks on the other side.

Wounds burned, and that fire traveled through his bloodstream with relentless ambition. Michael’s heartbeat became a tangible thing that seemed to echo through his bones and out through his toes. Fangs grew in his mouth and his long tongue bled when he explored them. Fur sprouted around his testicles and grew up until a sheath formed. The entirety of his manhood swelled with blood, causing him to grow into a red canine shape. The bulging of an engorged knot made him want to cum on the spot but his matron shifted, staring in through his eyes to stare directly into his soul.

All struggle ceased. The prone male was completely at the mercy of his bitch. Though every inch of him pulsed and swelled to the rhythm of his heartbeat, he did not thrust up at her or nip at her dangling teats.

Claws released the male’s wrists and dragged a bloody trail along his arms, down his chest, all the way to the base of his abs. A sucking sensation occurred when she leaned forward and there was a gush of fluid that released out of her, marking him as her property in this pack. When she lowered herself, the angle was perfect and he was inside of her.

The world fell away. Nothing else existed but the heat of their connection and the energy that crackled all around them. The bitch moved slowly, enjoying his body as he pressed into her like a puppet on strings. Though both of them were sprouting lupine features, neither seemed to notice.

The female pressed firmly against his base, hilting all of him into her. When she drew back, the knot tugged for a moment before letting go. When she returned, the knot was a little larger … larger … larger. Eventually, she drew back, paused, and then rested on top of his knot. The feral grin grew with desire and menace. The she-wolf rocked her hips forward and back, working the swollen knot into her body until it was tied so firmly in place that it would take a monumental effort to separate them again.

Movements came more easily to the two of them as pleasure became their primary desire. The stud-wolf wrapped his arms around his mate and held her firmly. Six nipples pressed against his front. Sweat saturated fur and flesh as they moved as one. Tongues tasted and fangs flashed, scoring playful wounds that drew tiny rivers of blood.

Two souls merged together. Primordial pools of passion poured forth. Vitality mingled and mixed, forging the essence of six new souls from the fires of creation. Screams of savage passion filled the hallowed halls.

The trance that held the world at bay crumbled and the gathering of restrained mates rutted together with howls of unrestrained longing. Michael and Mina barely noticed. All around them, the world erupted into chaotic passion, but none of that was important. Luna’s passion filled their souls and they all struggled together as the pack howled under blessed moonlight.