I tried hard not to laugh. Really, that was the best they could do? An eternal sleep until some ragtag stranger comes along to somehow figure out why everyone’s asleep and lift the curse? Very well, I had other plans anyway. “And technically,” the last faerie, who also worked as a lawyer for the king, said, “she’s a kid until she turns 18, so nothing shall happen before her 18th birthday.” I shrugged. I didn’t care about her age so much as long as I got to keep her.
3
As the girl grew up, people started calling her “Beauty”. Not so much because she was an outstandingly beautiful girl, but mainly because her parents had named her Hultrond, and nobody really liked that name, so it was lost to history. Don’t get me wrong, she looked alright and was pretty for the standards at the time – which basically meant her teeth weren’t too rotten and she had no bad skin diseases. Other than that, she was chubby, like her mother, with a cute, round face that loved to smile and laugh, the curly, blonde hair and light brown eyes of her father. The gifts of the faeries worked well on her, and she moved about with a natural grace and was always polite, well behaved and a delight to everyone around. In short, she had the happiest childhood, just as I had promised her.
As she got closer to her 18th birthday, her parents became increasingly nervous and began preparing. The king ordered all needles, and to be safe, all other sharp and pointy objects, like knifes and swords, to be removed from the castle and hidden in a secret location until her birthday was over. Also, the princess spent more and more time in her room, hidden away from everyone else, and guarded by the king’s most loyal guards and her parents themselves.
The night before her birthday they locked the door to her room, which lay up in a high tower of the castle, and hid the key, forbidding anyone to try to approach her. Food was pulled up to her through a rope from her window and for the next days she was to be alone and by herself there.
Now, the kingdom held all manner of strange beings, and many of them weren’t even my doing, but it happened that during that time, a particular wolf had come to the area. He was fleeing hunters from another realm, where he allegedly ate someone’s grandmother and was preying on travellers in the forest. The thing about him was that he was no ordinary wolf, but a man, changing into wolf shape during the nights of a full moon. That way, he managed to remain hidden from the townsfolk and his pursuers, living a secret existence that nobody knew about. Nobody except me.
I won’t say how much of all this was due to my influence, but the moon was full and red on the night before the princess’ birthday, and the man awoke at night with an unnatural craving. Soon, he was running through the shadows, a large, black, furry shade himself, hunting, searching, looking for prey. I followed him, making sure to guide him where I wanted him to go.
Guards in the castle that night, had they looked up at the princess’ tower, would have been able to see a large black animal climb the tower wall, its sharp claws clinging to the rough rock, quiet and catlike, but ferocious in its appetite and hunger. And maybe, if they would’ve looked very close, they could’ve seen a faint dark shape, in flowing gowns and long curly hair hovering behind him, watching his every move, making sure he was doing just as she intended him to do. But really, nobody ever looks up to see what happens above them, do they?
And so, when the clock struck midnight, and the princess’ 18th birthday began, the wolf landed softly in her room, through the open window, eyeing her for a moment as she lay sleeping. The princess stirred and moaned in her bed, one hand inadvertently running across her breasts as she had her legs wrapped around her sheets, rubbing them tight against her crotch. I could see the dream she was having and knew she was getting into the right mind for what was to come. The wolf stood still, his forelegs on the bed, watching her quietly as she squirmed more and more, until she woke up with a sharp breath, gasping for air as she came.
In the dark, she could see the animal as a dark shadow, looming in front of the window by her bedside, but she was not afraid. “Mmmh, you have come,” she said, greeting him. “The many times I had dreamt of you, and now you’re finally here.” The wolf didn’t quite know what to make of this, but became curious as the princess threw the sheets aside, revealing her naked body, white and pale in the moonlight. As she crawled over to him, her large breasts, a gift from her mother, were bobbing and swinging underneath her.
She caressed him, running her fingers through his fur, ruffling it behind his ears and around his neck as she held him. The wolf began to breathe faster, his tongue sticking out as a hunger of a different sort began building up inside him. “Mmmh, you must be thirsty,” she said, leaning back slightly. “I bet you want to taste me first.” And with that, she spread her legs in front of him. Her pussy was glistening wet in the moonlight, still dripping a little from the dream she had, her labia swollen and pink, and crowned by a large patch of curly, blonde pubic hair all around.
He sniffed her, slowly, going from her slit to her pubes, down along her legs and back up to her pelvis. Then, suddenly, he took a quick lick. She gasped immediately as his big tongue slid across the whole length of her pussy. “Mmmmh, yes. Good doggie,” she purred. “Go on, lick it all up.” Her hands began to play with her breasts again and she moaned softly as the wolf licked faster and harder on her soppy little twat, drinking it like it was a bowl of water.
After a while she got so aroused that she couldn’t hold back anymore. She sat up, her pussy now all wet from the tongue, and motioned the wolf to get higher up on the bed as she tried to reach down between his legs, feeling for his cock in the moonlight. It wasn’t hard to find, having long grown hard and erect, and unnaturally large, even for a wolf of his size. She could barely close her fingers around it as she began to stroke, slouching down to kiss its red, thin head with her lips.
The wolf stood still, only his tail wagging fast as she began to suck him. Inexperienced, but full of fervour and desire she tightened her lips around his shaft as she moved her head further down, taking it as deep into her mouth as possible. She held it there for a moment, until she needed to breathe again and pulled back, gasping for air. Flicking her tongue quickly around the massive cock, she felt it pulse in her hand as she wrapped her lips around it again, moving it in and out of her mouth a few times. The wolf began to growl and pace, growing hotly aroused and impatient.
“Do you want me, my love?” she asked, looking up at the large beast. “Do you want to take me as yours and make me a woman, yes?” She got on all fours and turned around, her wide white ass in position for him. Immediately, the wolf began to mount her, his forelegs positioned on both sides of her as he moved his pelvis up to her butt. The long, thick red cock was slightly hanging down, finding its way between her legs, but missing the mark a few times, until she reached down beneath herself and guided it into her damp, musty 18-year old cunt.
Instantly, the wolf rammed his prick deep up her bowels, fucking her mercilessly and hard, so hard she didn’t even notice as he ruptured her hymen and took her virginity, her cunt getting filled to the extremes by his dog-boner. She clenched the sheets and bit her pillow as he ploughed inside her, yelling muffled screams as he took her violently, thrusting her down against her bed, her fuck hole getting used deep and wild by his animalistic rod. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought he raped her like I heard about in the stories from that other realm he came from. But she seemed to enjoy it, welcome it, push back and make him go ever deeper as she became his willing fuck whore, serving only as a receptacle for his cock.
Finally, he came. His cock swelled beyond her imagination, and a fountain of hot cum shot high up into her belly. He held her in position for a moment, unable to get his swollen member out just yet, and when he finally did, she had fallen asleep. Just then, he turned back into a man, the curse finally lifted off him, and fell to the floor as sleep overcame him as well.
4
And I was late, of course, when I came into her room, having watched the scenery from outside. I landed at the foot of her bed, watching her bent across the sheets, sleeping peacefully, a young, dark-haired man at her feet. I took off my gown and threw it on her bed, unlocking the door to her room as I walked out through the castle. Wherever I went, people slept, right in the places they were just in.
No longer feeling the need for clothes, I stripped them off, my garments, undergarments, corset and boots, until I walked all naked through the castle, the cool night air caressing my skin, making my nipples grow hard and my labia get moist as I felt it on my pubes. The time for revenge, the time to take the child as mine, had come.
I found the king in his chambers, asleep in a chair. Taking off his gown, I made him levitate behind me as I walked out towards the guards barracks. As we arrived, all the soldiers were asleep, either in their beds or at their posts. I positioned the king in the middle, and placed his most favourite guards at his sides with their heads close to his exposed cock, letting one of them nibble on it in his sleep.
The queen was next. She had nervously been waiting outside the princess’ chambers and was still sitting there, asleep in a chair. I opened her gown and stripped it off, letting her big, heavy tits fall freely out. I remembered the night when she came to me, those many years ago, as my hands ran across her naked skin, caressing her softly. When she was all naked, I levitated her too, bringing her outside into the courtyard. Rumours had it that she, rejected by her husband, would take to anyone to satisfy her, and so I brought her to the pig’s wallow. She landed in the dirt with a “splosh”, sleeping pigs all around her, and I arranged it so she would be coddling a pig’s cock in her hands as she slept.
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