Ave Lupinotuum

As if being captured and having his virginity taken shortly after wasn't enough, this evening had managed to give yet another surprise. It felt as if God himself were testing him. Because in front of him, before his very eyes, was a beast he had only heard about in stories. He had met knights who claimed to have encountered werewolves and read various descriptions of them in manuscripts, but he never expected to personally meet one. Yet, that legend was staring down at him.

"I had hoped you would not see this." She said, her voice now somewhat deeper.

"Wait...you're still sane?" He was shocked she could still speak.

"I wasn't when I was first infected, but I learned to control it after a few years."

"I never would've guessed..." his fear subsided somewhat when he realized she could still communicate normally, but he was still frightened by the situation. For a man who had been sheltered most of his life, this was a lot to take in. "Do the other bandits know?"

"Do they know..." she thought on the question and chuckled "did you ever hear about a group of bandits in the northern woods led by a werewolf?"

"Wait a moment..." he suddenly recalled a rumor he'd heard from one of the knights back home "That was you?!"

"Indeed, my abilities have won us many riches. I wasn't lying before, when I said your ransom might be the last thing we need for retirement." She smiled, showing off her sharp teeth.

"I see..." it felt strange having this whole conversation while they were both naked and he was tied up. Unbeknownst to him, that strange feeling wouldn't last much longer.

Rather abruptly, she got back down and knelt above him. "But I'm done talking, I really want more of you." It was little surprise she wanted to continue, since she hadn't climaxed yet when she realized the time. But this whole situation was just too strange for words.

She was certainly handsome in her human form, but for some reason, her wolf form did not negate his attraction. She was certainly larger and furrier, but her body was still proportionally the same and she was still sentient. He could even feel his dick starting to rise again, and press against her furry body.

"Then take me." He said, not even believing the words coming out of his mouth.

Her paws grabbed his rock-hard cock, then she brought her hips back down. She took in all of him at once, her crotch slamming against his. An immense weight crushed down on him, and he could feel her soft fur against him.

She kept rocking her hips, making it feel like his pelvis was being crushed underneath her. As expected, it felt different than before. It seemed everything grew with her, including her privates. She didn't feel as tight, and he could no longer reach her womb.

The incredible sensation of her insides contrasted with the sight of the werewolf before him. Her monstrous form loomed high above him, filling his vision. Those same predatorial eyes looked down on him, making him feel like a helpless lamb. While his body was breaking, her second mouth was devouring every inch of him.

She leaned over him, pressing her hands on either side of his head and looking right into his eyes. He could hardly focus on her gaze, for her mouth was opening. Lined with sharp teeth, she was beginning to pant and drool over him. This only added to the feeling that he was her prey, it looked like she could take his whole head in her mouth and crush it like a melon. If she was acting like an animal before, her transformation merely gave physical form to her true self.

"You feel just as good as before." She growled. "It'll be a damned shame when we have to part ways, but I'll enjoy you plenty before then."

Her hips grinded against her undersized mount, letting his huge cock stir around inside her while her clit rubbed against his crotch. Shaking her hips as if she were in heat, she let him hit all her sweet spots. Rarely did a man catch her fancy, and rarer still did she find one who was willing to let her go to town on him while she was in wolf form. She'd truly hit the jackpot.

Francis was delirious, the pleasure almost overwhelming. To go his whole life sexually repressed, only to have it released by a beast of a woman, it was an ecstasy unlike any he had experienced. He clenched his bound fists, and his toes curled up, feeling his most sensitive part being repeatedly plunged deep inside her. For reasons he couldn't quite understand, his virginity being broken in such a forceful manner was turning him on even more. He could already feel semen starting to rise in his long shaft.

"I'm going to..."

"I'm getting close too." She said.

She pulled out, that last bit of stimulation being enough to push them both over the edge. Even more of his seed was spilled out of his torso and up to his neck, meanwhile, she sat back let out a sigh as she climaxed. He could see her big, hairy pussy twitching wildly as she hung her head back.

"That was...amazing..." He said, laying in the afterglow.

"Good to know I've already spoiled your innocence." She said, raising herself back to her full height. "I've made up my mind: so long as you're at this camp, you will be my personal pleasure thing. None of the other bandits can enjoy themselves with you, but that also means you'll be attending to my needs. And trust me: a wolf's hunger is ravenous."

"Thank you..." breathing heavily, he looked up at the looming beast above him. He wondered if werewolves had hypnotic powers like vampires or if her wiles had simply enraptured him. But his sinful desires hadn't completely overtaken his mind. He knew that he needed to flee before the bandits found out about his lie. Perhaps being her gigolo put him in a better position since he wasn't disposable, but that wasn't a suspicion he was willing to stake his life on.

After cleaning him up with a rag, she got out a huge bear pelt which she had apparently reserved for when she needed to sleep in wolf form. Still tied up, he had to be dragged over to her. She held him from behind, her big furry body against his back and her strong arms wrapping around him. He felt like a stuffed animal.

Laying there as she drifted off to sleep, the ecstasy wore off and he thought about the situation he'd gotten into. Through no fault of his own, he had managed to be taken from his realm of comfort, taken in by bandits, and was now a werewolf's captive. He began to think of possible escape methods, but that trail of thought wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He was tied up, she was spooning him, and it was late; there was nothing to be done at that moment. Closing his eyes, he started to succumb to his fatigue and drifted off to sleep.

He woke up to hear the singing of birds and the bustling of the camp. He wasn't sure what time it was, but he could see the morning sun peeking in through the tent flap. It seemed she had morphed back into human form while they were asleep, for the arms wrapped around him were noticeably smaller and less hairy. He could feel her bare skin pressing on his back and her soft chest on his head, reminding him that they were both naked. He felt a slight chill from the autumn morning, although the fur pelt helped to offset the cold.

Morgana rose from her slumber, yawning and stretching. "Already awake?" He heard her ask, before being turned over to his back. Looking up at her as she kneeled above him, he further confirmed that she had indeed returned to human form. It was strange, thinking that the woman and the beast were one and the same. It would take some getting used to.

"Yes, I just woke up a moment ago." He answered, doing his best to maintain eye contact when her boobs were hanging out.

"Great. I was worried you'd be one of those types that slept till noon and had wine with your breakfast." She playfully smacked him on the side of the head, then got up.

"What's wrong with drinking wine with breakfast? Is that not common practice for the lower classes?"

She gave him a peculiar look as she put on a grey doublet. "No?"

"Oh."

"Well, whatever." Tying a loincloth to her hip, she then pulled up black trousers. "Regardless, we'll be sending a message to your father today. I want to make sure he understands the situation, and that his son is alive and unharmed."

"Sending a message?" His heart started to beat faster and his palms got sweaty, realizing he might just get caught out in his lie.

"Yes, we didn't get one off during the raid yesterday." She pulled him to his feet and started undoing the ropes. "If we want a deal, this is the best way to go about it. We're in a good position to be making demands, after all."

"Wait a moment," he stopped, realizing something "you have someone among your ranks who is literate?"

"Oh yeah, forgot to mention that!" She smiled. "Faidh, the guy who carried you in here, was born into a Gaelic clan. English conquests left him and his family outlawed, but he learned to read and write before all of that. He doesn't like to talk about it, mind you, so don't bring it up." With that last warning, she ducked out of the tent.

After getting his clothes back on, Francis left the tent himself and had to take a moment to admire the autumn morning. That moment of serene appreciation was interrupted by someone approaching him.

"Have a good time last night?"

He looked over to see it was Faidh "You again?" He asked, annoyed at the sight of him.

"Yes, it is I!" he snickered. "But that doesn't answer my question!"

"It went fine..." he returned his gaze to the trees and started twiddling his fingers.

"I'm sure it did."

"Don't you have a letter to write?"

He looked at him for a brief moment, that same look of mild amusement on his face. "Just making conversation." He then spun around and walked over to the center of the camp.

Francis shook his head, before joining Morgana's side next to the campfire. The flame was barely visible at that point, with only glowing embers amid ashy wood. He found himself staring at the dying fire, spacing out as he tried to plan his next move. He snapped out of his haze when he heard her voice again.

"Are you just gonna follow me around like a lost puppy?" She asked, munching on a piece of stale bread.

"No!" He answered back, flustered by the comparison. "It's just that I don't know anyone else here, and Faidh keeps saying weird things!"

"He's always saying weird things." She said, taking another bite of the loaf. "But you have nothing to fear from him or anyone else here. We need you alive, and even if we didn't, I already said you're under my protection."

He sighed, then clasped his hands behind his back. "Right..."

"Or maybe," she locked her arm around his neck and pressed him against her side "there's another reason you want to stay by my side? Could it be that you have feelings for me already?"

"Nothing of the sort!" He cried.

"Your rosy cheeks indicate otherwise." She chuckled.

"It's cold!"

Her teasing was cut short when Faidh walked up to them. "The pen and parchment are ready." He announced.

"Right!" Morgana let go of Francis, and he had to stumble back to his feet. "Let's not waste any more time then."

After quickly scarfing down the rest of the loaf, she joined Faidh's side as he sat down at a wooden table.

"Ready when you are." He announced, dipping his quill in ink.

"Good." She paced behind him and started dictating the letter. "To the Duke of York, loon of the English Pale and fool of Westminster,"

"Ahem." He stopped writing as soon as the insults began and looked back at her "I agree with the sentiment, but insulting him is not in our best interest."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist." She cleared her throat. "To the Duke of York, it is my pleasure to inform you that your son, Francis, has not gone missing in the woods near the border with Scotland. We, a band of outlaws, have captured him and now hold him hostage in our secret camp. If you so wish to see him again, you will have to pay us a fair sum. No less than 100 ducats will be accepted in this exchange. If you agree, we will meet you on the 18th day of October, just past nightfall. It will be along the very road where he disappeared. Signed, Captain Morgana, She-Wolf of Northumbria."

After signing it, he laid his quill down. "Done." He stood up and stretched as he waited for the ink to dry. "Pardon me for asking, but what do you suppose they'll do once we hand him over? How do you know they won't just kill us once they have what they want?"

"I'll ensure the deal takes place at night for that very reason. I've yet to meet a man who can stand against me when I'm in wolf form." She winked. "But in case they do decide to come after us after the fact, it will be too late and we'll have already dispersed. I told you this would be enough to retire, and once that wealth is spread amongst us, we'll be able to abandon thievery for good. I can't tell everyone where to go once that happens, but I do recommend we cross the border to Scotland specifically."

"Makes sense, we should be safe from the English up there. I don't suppose King James will be any kinder to us than King Henry?"

"James doesn't need to know about what we did, and even if he is aware, we raided outside his lands and managed to swindle his enemies. I doubt he'll care."

As this whole conversation went on, Francis began to rationalize things more. Perhaps they were mere excuses, but he began to follow a train of thought which eased his tension.

"Let's suppose they do send off a message to the actual Duke of York." He thought. "Perhaps he'll simply ignore it, assuming it was written in jest. After all, his actual son is probably with him or otherwise accounted for. I doubt he would take action and that this would amount to anything. I'll still have to figure a way out of this, but perhaps this message ordeal won't be so bad."

Even as the parchment was rolled and tied before being handed off to a runner, his nervousness could not be suppressed. He had a gut feeling that not correcting his lie would prove disastrous, but equally so, owning up to it felt dangerous. It was as though there was no viable option left available to him. Cursing his own indecisiveness, he silently prayed.