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[Talin]

Olivia stood in front to the mirror looking herself over, the round curve of her ass and breast. He called her undesirable, Uncle Rufus, what did he know. However, sadly, the only one that seemed to take a liking to her was Gustav and he had been sent packing years ago.

He’d taken her virginity in a matter of seconds and retreated to his room. She felt only pain no pleasure as she was promised by the young man, perhaps he grew scared at the rustling he heard in the stall next to them. It was a new stallion, he was skittish and constantly shuffled about, though she figured, Gustav would have known this already.

Sighing she shifted her form entirely to the one she liked, the grey fur sprouting up all over her pale skin. The only thing that stayed the same were her shape, the black curls on her head and the bright blue eyes. The rest was a rabbit, all the way down to the soft tuft of hair above her rounded backside. Turning in the mirror, she giggled as she made the little tuft wiggle and dance about. A sharp rap to the door had her scrambling to slide into her robe as the door was flung back.

“Olivia,” the nasally voice stated giving her a sour expression to go with the look of utter disapproval. “Why must you insist on being in that ridiculous form? The hare is hunted and docile, in need of constant protection, weak and very tasty in stew.” A chuckle left his lips after this.

“I understand Uncle Rufus…. but this is how I was born. My mother...”

His skin and bones hand snaked out and slapped her cheek, “You’ll not speak of that whore! She left my brother… and you.” His grey eyes softened, “I did not come here to argue or fight. I came to let you know that your present will be delivered to your room tonight.” His eyes lingered on her a little while longer before retreating to the door. “Goodnight, sleep… well.”

The door closed and she scowled at the door. Stepping in the tub, she began to wash slowly. Her human skin was back replacing the fur that had covered her flesh just moments before. She thought of her birthday the next day and how her uncle dawdled on finding her a suitable mate. As the princess of Colviere, she needed a man at her side to take over the throne, a strong leader of the shifters.

Sighing she opened her legs to wash , like always the rough surface drug over her little nub and sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Blushing she closed her legs and slid the rag over her full breasts, her nipples ached at the touch and she quivered. Pausing for only a moment she opened her legs and moved the rag between her legs repeatedly, letting the pleasure course through her small body like blood.

Leaning her head back on the edge, she moaned and lifted her hips. The rag floated away as her fingers played over her soft nether lips. She pushed a small slim finger into her tight channel and began to vigorously rub her clit while caressing her inner walls with the digit. The water splashed around her as she moved her finger faster and faster, pistoning her chasm with it as her hips thrust up almost out of the water entirely before she cried out in pleasure.

Panting she lay still in the cooling water for a moment longer, eager to see what was left for her. She didn’t bother with a towel as she rose on shaky legs, the thin door separating her bathroom from her chambers was pushed open and her gift was before her. Her jaw went slack, her mouth open in surprise as she rushed to cover herself.

 

[Scyle]

Scythe groaned, his head throbbing as he opened his eyes. The room was dark and he felt oddly cold like he was... He was naked? He shook off the conscious rendering effects of his knockout, inspecting the room to understand his situation. He attempted to stand but soon realized his massive body was left in shackles to prevent any form of escape or struggle. Scythe was strong, massive, but every attempt he made to break his restraints were left in vain. They were coated in magic. He sighed, holding his head down to contemplate his plan of escape.

He was left naked, his exuberantly ripped frame hidden in the darkness. Due to his pale skin and enormous height, noticing him wasn't overly difficult. Especially the piercing blue eyes that literally shined through the shadows. He shook his body, hoping to knock the shackles loose around his wrists but the magic made sure they stayed put. He furrowed a thin black brow, the light blue eye examining any possible form of release. Scythe sadly wasn't a magic user. Hell he barely knew of it outside of his own shifting. Proud knight of Colviere, lycanthrope, hostage. He huffed, the white braids of his hair shifting slightly. He heard talking, unknowing of whom the two were. The voices sounded familiar, but dampened he could not make them out.

One left, hearing the foot steps patter out of the door after a mildly heated conversation. He sat and waited, knowing full and well he was helpless to his situation. Curious, it sounded like the one who remained drew a bath. He was left curious as to his situation, playing the moments before through his head.

'Yeah,' he said. 'I can look after the princess.' Next thing he knew, right here he was. Was this related to the princess? A curiosity peaked in him, hearing the delicate moan through the door. Had his situation not be potentially dire, this might just be enjoyable. He was truly lost on his situation, curiously going over the various possible explanations to why he was here. A gasp.

His eyes swept up just in time to see a nude body, though whom exactly he did not know. He sat solemn, stoic. The woman indicated she did not know he were there, which lead him to be even more curious to the situation. Finally someone who could answer him.

"Well normally I hate to show up unannounced but could you please enlighten me as to why I am here, tied up, and naked? I mean I appreciate how arousing this should be but it's much too informal." His voice, mildly sarcastic, but calm and very deep, very mellow, very cold. It could be best described as nothing, holding no care, no hate, just a voice he put emotion to whenever he desired.​

 

[Talin]

Olivia darted quick as could be back into the bathroom. She peered out at the male shackled to the foot of her bed. Bright blue eyes took in his large form; she swallowed and looked him over again. Turning she placed her back against the wood door and panted a moment, her sex which had just been toyed with pulsed at seeing his nude form. She heard him talking and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her form she stepped back into her room.

She closed the bath room door and dropped the wooden lock in place. She lit another lantern and stepped forward. “I think you are my present,” Her blue eyes met his. “I turn nineteen tomorrow.” Biting her lip, she sat the lantern down and moved to the table at her bed side. A single sheet of parchment lay there sealed, her name scrawled on one side.

My Dearest Olivia,

I wish for you to experience all life has to offer. I have gifted you one of my prized knights to spend your birthday with. Please use him. He is meant for your pleasure. Enjoy all he has to offer until tomorrow night.

Love,

Uncle Rufus

“You are meant for my pleasure…” She turned her gaze from the paper to him. “I don’t believe you knew that you were meant to please the princess for you are as shocked as I.” Laughing she tossed the paper to the stand and moved to face him. “What my uncle doesn’t know is that I am a woman already, his gift will be wasted.” Shaking her head, she smiled at him. “I guess since you are vulnerable to my eyes I could at least return the favor.” Letting the cloth fall she stood before him bare and blushing. “I’ve already been told I am undesirable so I won’t take offense to your lack of arousal.”

She sat across from him on the bed, her eyes wandering over him, desire in her blue eyes. He was massive and she was petite, his member alone her small hand wouldn’t fit around. She sat debating on what to do, she wasn’t a bold girl perhaps she could fake it. “Are you a gentle lover or do you take women powerfully in the way you please… because you are shackled to my bed I would assume the latter. Is a lesson needed on the gentleness a woman requires?”


She didn’t wait for him to reply. Instead, she crawled forward, her rounded ass swinging behind her. Her hands lifted and stroked over his chest, she looked up at him through her dark lashes. Her blue eyes questioning him, “You may speak I asked you a question.” Her hand snaked down his chest stroking the pale hard flesh as she lifted onto her knees. Her dark hair covering her breasts before she pushed it back to give him a good view as her thin fingers began tracing the shaft with her soft fingertips.

 

[Scyle]

His brows raised as she disappeared back into the room she came from, wondering if it was the shock that there was a man nude in her room or the way he casually approached the situation, or the fact that she just bore her entire body for him to see. He furrowed a brow, wondering exactly what the hell was going on. Somewhat to his relief, she came back albeit wrapped in a towel. Pity, she was actually rather cute. She lit a latern and his bright blue eyes went alive with awe.

"Princess?!" He exclaimed, knowing full and well whom it was. He also had the largest crush on her for the longest time. Ever since the escort mission a time ago. She picked up the note, skimming over it before tossing her eyes upon him.

'Meant for her pleasure?' He thought to himself. He was tasked for something with the Princess but this was far beyond anything he had ever imagined. He smiled at the foiled attempt though, wondering who would be lucky enough to take the Princess's innocence though. It would seem she was devoid of her innocence however, her words sensual as her towel dropped. With the towel came his jaw. His massive girth immediately stood, knowing the naughty air of the situation including the oh so desirable body. This was the Princess. It seemed so surreal. Such a gorgeous girl, about to take him? Wait...

'SHIT,' he thought to himself, reminded of his shackles. He was at her mercy so when he was going to get pleasure, he would be at her mercy. He bit his lip almost bashfully as she looked him up and down. She questioned, how did he take his women? He knew only one way~

He wasn't able to answer however, her small hands of delicacy passing over his massive body of destruction. It had been a second since he had been touched so curiously, so interested. He attempted to answer her once again, he after she permitted his speech, but had to instead focus on stifling a moan as she played with the massive tower standing on his waist. Double this with the view of her welcome chest, his words took a second to form... But form they did.

"How they should be taken Princess. Whether they beg me for the rough style, some light petting, minor play, or full out moment. I take my women how they should be taken and I don't stop until they finish."​

 

[Talin]

His answer caused her cheeks to deepen in color as she tried to keep up her naughty image. It was harder than she thought; figuring the whores in town had an easy job. Perhaps she was too good to be considered a whore or loose. Her eyes stayed trained on his as she stopped to feel him pulse in her hand. “So you know who I am yet I haven’t a clue whom you are…” She did but it was best not to give the man the upper hand here. She knew he’d been in the group of men that had escorted her to a neighboring kingdom, the queen there a friend since birth. Typically, she didn’t take notice, but his sheer size had piqued her curiosity.

Now having him here before her made it easier, she had wanted to seduce him then but with so many others about it was hard. Though she had made sure, he was the one that helped her out of the carriage and kept her hand in his a bit longer than necessary, blaming the mud and cold weather. If she released him and ordered him to take her, it wouldn’t be the same if he wanted to. Yes his length was long and hard, but an old toothless woman’s touch could feel the same. She wanted something more from him, something she didn’t feel she had a right to take.

“I have been with many, and I know where my preferences lie.” She eyed him cautiously, lies spilling from her tongue. “You are a very nice present but I am unsure of your worthiness to pleasure me. I cannot just allow everyone to have a taste,” She smiled at him batting her lashes, flirting as she had seen the ladies of the court do many times. “If I were to unlock you tell me what you would do to me.” She scooted back, a devious gleam in her eyes as she watched him prepare to talk. Removing her hand from his length, she dipped her head and ran her tongue up his length. She wanted to see how he’d react to this. Her tongue continued to flick over his shaft and the tip of his cock.

 

[Scyle]

Scythe felt something amiss within the princess’s words… In her actions. Absolutely she was a beautiful girl, one whom had the envy of so many in the kingdom. One whom had hundreds of swooning men just breathing down her neck. Not a one could touch her however. No man was allowed near the princess except for a lucky one or few. Her words boasted her actions, boasted experience, boasted many a man conquered. He knew better though, both in word and sense. Her body for one matched not her description, the delicacy between her thighs was much too innocent. Much too tight to have tasted the bodies of too many men. He didn’t smell the hymen, but he knew she was far more inexperienced than what she tempted. Next, he knew through word of men. If there was a man to have been with the princess, he would have known. He wasn’t just some knight standing outside of the gates to ward drunks and idiots. He was quite the rank, only a few steps down from general. His role was much more vital than his position however for the general had amassed a secret force of few. The kingdom housed a vast popularity of shifters, but not lycanthropes. These were special cases, special abilities. The general gathered the kingdom’s only lycans and assembled a covert team for only the most tasking missions. This means his sources were far too many for a shear number to escape his ears. She indeed was a woman, but not the one she told of. Then of course, arrived the last notion that gave away her lies. The princess was quite deceitful, Scythe’s eyebrow drawing upwards. Her heart beat irregularly, an acute hearing having picked upon the range of a liar’s heart beat. Pity.

Her actions spoke the same. Her performance didn’t have her heart, or more closely, her body in it. The way she bat her eye lashes. After the countless interrogations, he learned to tell when one pushed their bodies out of comfort. He knew she lied in almost every way. However, she was still bold. He didn’t know the thinnest line between genuine and fraud, but this certainly had him lost. This being, her gaze.

It was, for lack of better words, evil. There was intention in her blue gaze, one that caused Scythe to swallow somewhat nervously. He hadn’t forgotten she was still on his body, her actions seeming much more flirtatious and taunting than he’d figure. She talked a big game, talked quite a few lies, but her intimacy didn’t lie. She stroked him fearlessly before and now her actions grew even bolder. He waited to speak, watching her as she moved. Down, down, down she went. Where she stopped? A lick tingled his member, causing a rich moan from his gut. The princess, perhaps the most beautiful woman in all the kingdom, behaving so lewd. It excited him so much.

“I…” He struggled to speak, even that small letter. Her tongue distracted him, a knight who had been in dozens of torture scenarios and this simple girl had him beat.

“Would take you as we needed, but importantly as would get your fulfillment. I would not allow failure princess; I haven’t up to this point. No matter my duty, I Scythe would be sure to serve my kingdom faithfully. This including, providing the princess with a full cock for her to enjoy. A full cock, and a man hungry for her body.” ​

 

[Talin]

Olivia did everything she could to hold back a soft laugh as the knight struggled to speak. She liked the taste of power and though she was small, she knew she could have him. She stroked him, her saliva coating it making him easier to stroke. Her rounded ass perched on her feet as she came up on her knees to face him again as he spoke. A slim dark eye brow rose in curiosity. “Scythe… hmmm.” She listened to him pretending to seem bored with his answer. She brought her legs in front of her and draped them over either side of him exposing her small sex to his scrutiny not that she was showing it off she had a point. At least she did when she first thought about it.

“Uncle Rufus says I am undesirable as a lover. My hips are to round and my body is too small. I won’t even mention my rotundness of my rear. But you stated hungry for her body, referring to me. Does this mean that you, Scythe desire me?” She smiled up at him her hand still stroking him, but now as she waited for an answer she rubbed the head of his member against her velvety nether lips. A moan falling from her lips as his hardness stroked over her sensitive nub. She couldn’t wait for a moment longer. Olivia slid forward, her small hand pushing his length up between them as she sat in his lap. Lifting she let the head of his member press into her tight entrance as a bit of pain washed through her as his head slipped into her.

Gripping onto his shoulders she forced her body to take him, it had been at least a year since her virginity had been relinquished but the sheer size of his compared to the other, well there was no comparison. She pressed her hips down and cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain. Her face was red and already she had barely exerted herself. Getting all of him in her would be a task, one she wasn’t sure she could do without his help. He said he would take her as needed and she would get her fulfillment. She shifted moving her hips up to come back down the short way on him that she could manage. “Help me…,” she said softly. Her hand flicking out and the shackles released clattering to the floor. Her eyes were closed, embarrassed by how she had forced herself upon this man.