Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (74 page)

Eyes closed, just drawing into myself all the smells and
sounds of passion and smoke and sex that dripped off the walls around us,
slightly guilty tingles crept up my back. The vaguest since of shame threatened
me, but it didn’t last long. I happened to glance back to the great Wolf King
who had leaned back in his chair and let his hands fall into his lap. I
couldn’t help but notice that his leather leggings had grown tighter since Alix
began pleasuring me.

“Does the great King like what he sees?” I moaned to him in
a whisper. I don’t know what had come over me, but whatever it was seemed to be
working on him. “Does the great Morzan like how he is being entertained? Oh it
seems as though he does. Mmm...”

I was able to reach out just far enough to rub my hand
halfway up his massive thigh. Alix tugged down the top of my underclothes and
kissed me lower, right above my little tuft of hair. For a moment, I lost
myself in her breath and her tongue. The only thing that brought me back was a
tremendous grunt from one of the warriors near the bonfire as he grabbed a
handful of blonde hair and wrenched a girl’s head backward so hard she
shrieked. In the next breath he reached underneath her body, crushing both of her
swinging breasts in his hands, mauling her nipples and sending her into a
convulsion.

Squeezing both Morzan’s knee and Alix’s shoulder, I let out
a whimper of my own when her tongue slipped further down my body and she purred
into my sex. The Wolf King watched silently, but let a smile creep across his
face as he reached for my hand.

The warrior pulled his cock out of the girl, held it steady
in his hand and rammed his hips forward until they slapped against her thighs.
He unleashed a roar, held his breath and clenched his teeth. All the cords in
his neck tensed up, a moment later, he groaned and I saw his juice fill the
girl and drip down her legs as she convulsed, grunted and lost control.

Alix’s tongue slipped between my folds. One of her gentle,
delicate fingers traced a circle all the way around my sex, barely tickling in
the creases where my legs and body meet. I felt her push me open, her tongue
slip deeper.

“Enough!” The Wolf King roared, “I’ve had enough!”

All the writhing, groaning and sucking stopped.

He stood. His heft was so great that when he stepped
forward, the boards of the floor creaked.

“Free me.” He said, and yanked me to his side with an iron
grip on my wrist. “You do know how to untie a lace, yes?’

I gulped, hard. When my hand brushed against the front of
his tented-up leggings, I immediately thought back to the grotesque auctioneer
telling me about King Morzan’s huge cock, and laughing about it with Alix. She
moved closer, eager to see what sort of thing was hiding in his trousers. I
felt warmth pool up in my core and drip down my walls. Not for the first time
since arriving in Zor, or even in that one night, I surprised myself with
exactly
how
curious I had become.

“You grab one end and let’s pull them at the same time.”
Alix made sure her voice was extra breathy and seductive when she spoke within
earshot of the king. “I’ve heard about this. I can’t wait.”

“Mmm...” I stroked my hand part of the way down the rod that
ran down Morzan’s leg. “How big can this possibly be?”

“Why don’t you find out?” Morzan said.

“What do you say, Jo?” Alix said. “Shall we see the great
king?”

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.