Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters

by Aya Fukunishi, Linda Barlow, Elixa Everett, Virginia Wade, Savannah Reardon, Skye Eagleday, Giselle Renarde, Jessi Bond, Natalie Deschain, Audrey Grace, Francis Ashe, J. E.

  “Why have you not yet undressed?” King Morzan put his fingers back under my collar and gave a tug that split the fabric around the collar hook on my tunic. “I would see you now.”

  “Yes,” I gulped, “yes, your majesty.”

  “Stop. No more majesty. Zor is not your western kingdom; Zor is not your home. Call me what I am. Call me Wolf King.”

  “O-okay, Wolf King.” I reached up to finish what he started with my beautiful tunic. No reason to try and fight him. These people seem very used to naked bodies, so I’ll try my best not to be afraid. Remember Jo that you have to be strong. For Alix, too.

  I had no reason to think that Shingo was ever going to come. His note could well have just been a cruel joke. Then again, there were the fine clothes and the private house that Alix and I shared. My thoughts swam in looping circles inside my head. I had to be strong. I had to take a hard swallow and grit my teeth. I didn’t know whether to trust Shingo or the version of the tale the king’s eunuch told.

  My stomach sank as my third hook fell open.

  What if, what if this is all there is? What if Alix was right and he uses us and then kills us, and that’s it? He certainly looks cruel enough to do something like that.

  My hands visibly shook when I reached up to touch him. I remembered that Shingo was flattered when I was impressed with his beard.

  “Forgive me sire,” I said, “but your whiskers, your braids, are beautiful. How long have you been growing them?”

  “Hum,” he grunted. “Since I started growing whiskers at all. I have never been defeated. Not in a battle, not in a duel. When I was born, the gods of our people stopped coming down from the mountains. They didn’t need to. I am here in their stead.”

  Alix elbowed me hard in the ribs when I accidentally cocked an eyebrow.

  “The son of the Wolf is mighty, tiny girls. He has great appetites and great thirsts.”

  I decided to try my luck.

  “Wolf King, I’ve heard that you are different from other men.” Beside me, Alix sighed impatiently.

  “Oh yes,” he said. “No one is like me. Do you see my equal anywhere in this hall?”

  “That’s not what I meant. I heard that...different blood flows through your veins, that you change sometimes when the moon is full.”

  Alix hissed beside me, trying to shut me up.

  Morzan chuckled and then his chuckle gained an edge.

  “You’ll find out soon enough. For now, you will do what I say, or you’ll learn about my other sides sooner than you’d like.”

  The message was clear enough. I didn’t need to be menaced more than once.

  I fumbled a little with my hook as my hands were trembling so hard I could barely grab anything.

  “No, you will undress the other one and she will undress you.”

  Alix and I shared a long look into each other’s eyes as we began to do what he said. I tugged the loop of cloth that belted her dress. She pursed her lips, telling me to shush, telling me that everything was fine. Her fine fingers slipped inside my top and undid the hook, letting it fall open to reveal most of my breasts, and then she did the next.

  Just like before, when I felt her hands on my skin, the world went away. My fear of the Wolf King got pushed to the back of my mind when Alix’s fingertips brushed against the skin near my nipples. She took a step closer. Her heat caressed my flesh. I drew a quick breath and her hands slid around the sides.

  “If it pleases the Wolf King,” she said, “we’d like to give him something to watch.”

  Morzan’s furrowed, angry brow smoothed. His threatening scowl relaxed for a moment and he nodded.

  The fabric fell away from my shoulders with a brush of Alix’s hands. She kissed one of my shoulders, and then dragged her tongue in a line to that little spot behind my ear. When she sucked a kiss, I let out a moan and a grinning gasp. She whispered something that I couldn’t understand when she took my earlobe in her mouth and pinched it between her teeth, then dragged them down until they clicked together.

  I slid my hands around her shoulders and to the back of her dress where I found a loop of string and tugged. The knot gave way and almost immediately, her body pushed itself free of her binding underclothes and gorgeous silk gown.

  “Take it slow. The longer we do this, the quicker it’ll be when he decides to step in and have his way with us.” She sucked my earlobe back between her lips, kissed my neck. Down, down, down she went in a slow, gentle line to my collarbone and then she followed that to where it met the other one.

  Her lips lit a fire as they trailed down my prickling skin and between my breasts where she pushed the last of the fabric away. With a little tug, the laces of my underclothes relaxed, and I took a deep breath as the air in the hall caressed my body, sending shivers up my spine and warm fingers back down.

  All around us, the chaos resumed. Each time I looked in a different direction and let my eyes open for a moment, I saw some new debauchery being enjoyed by the huge, savage, Zoran warriors upon the small women who existed only to please them. A man wearing leather horse-riding chaps drove himself deep inside a tiny black-haired girl whose tits bounced every time he punched himself into her, and she screamed like she was about to break. But then she let out a long, warm, sticky moan, the pleasured sound dripping from her lips like her lover’s honey.

  Alix’s tongue and lips trickled down the middle of my chest to just above my waist. With a touch so gentle I hardly noticed, she slipped her hands up the back of my tunic, loosened my skirts and let them drop. My hands found their way to either side of her face. As she kissed, I stroked her hair and her cheeks. I felt her giggle when I brushed my fingers under her jaw, and purr softly when I gently scratched her scalp in a long, slow motion.

  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, t
he 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.