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Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

Isobel thought for sure she was going to reach death. As the wolf-like creature moved her further and further into the forest she could feel her heartbeat begin to rise even more out of severe fright. She watched the trees and shrubbery move by them in a fast blur, and she knew she was far beyond the help of any soldiers, at least for a few hours. She just hoped that her death wasn't painful and that the after life would treat her well.

When she was laid down and she saw a quick paw coming toward her she thought that was it, and she let out a sharp, short scream along with closing her eyes. She waited for the pain, but when she didn't feel any she opened her eyes, letting out another shrill yelp to seeing the monster still above her.

She watched as it smelled her night gown, and realizing she was completely exposed she quickly grabbed the cut sides and pulled them together, tears starting to stream down her face from her fear that continued to grow. She didn't know what she could do to help herself survive: she couldn't talk with it and try to reason, nor did she know how to fight. The only thing she knew how to do was escape, but with this beast she wasn't sure if it would be possible.

As the creature snapped it's jaws she saw the lust within it, heared it talk, and that caused another whimper to run through her, clutching onto her night gown with all the strength she had left.
She thought of Brand, and how he had left in the woods, so she hoped he was somewhere close and he would hear her scream for him. "Bra-and!" She screamed out, the sobs wrecking through her body causing it to break in the middle. She wanted him to come and save her like he always did.
 
The beast heard her scream and deep in his mind part of Brand howled. The grey-furred werewolf flexed its clawed hands and drew back at her tears. When Isobel cried out with his name, the creature flinched visibly, ears folding back as it looked away. The monster seemed almost cowed for a moment, but then it looked at her again, dropping to all fours and moving closer, laying its furred head upon her shoulder and breathing in that familiar scent once more.
"Urrr...." The canine mouth struggled to form words. "Isss...ohhh...bell..." Brand managed, mangling her name.

Its cold nose touched her throat, hot breath gusting on her skin, and one furred arm wrapped around her almost protectively, then released her as it crouched down to place their faces on the same level.
"Burrr... burr-and. Iss-ohh-bell. Burr-and! Am burr-and!" the rumbling sound of its voice was low. "Mmmmy Iss-ohh-bell."

Nuzzling at her arms, Brand pushed her hands aside and licked her once, from her belly button to her throat. The werewolf's tongue was hot, wet and rough on her soft skin. Looking up at her, the creature lowered his head and nuzzled her arms. She could feel it trembling, the tension in its body like coiled springs, but the monster was trying to be gentle.

Isobel could see the werewolf's claws dig into the ground, tearing furrows in the turf as it tried to resist its animal urges. Brand's blood sang with lust, an all-consuming desire to take this woman he knew was his mate. Just staying still was almost impossible, it was taking an inhuman effort to leash the need to move, to fight... and to rut.
 
Isobel wanted to scream again, to get herself away from this creature, do anything but all she could do was stare. She thought the creature was beautiful and as it flinched she wondered why it would care that she was afraid: she thought it only wanted food. To her it was an oddity but so was the way it seemed to nudge and coddle her. The fur was so soft and she looked up at it.

When it crouched down to her level and she looked it in the eyes she couldn't help but notice that something looked so human inside it. The way the creature was built almost reminded her of a human, but she wanted to deny what her mind was starting to wrap itself around.

Her body ran cold with chill bumps and fright when he tried to talk. The first few words were blurred in her head by the rushing of her blood in her ears, but the last ones replayed over and over in her mind after they were said. Even after the monster got close to her and licked her she whimpered, trying to close her ripped gown without angering it.

When realization hit her a tear slid down her cheek from fright, and one slow word came from her lips. "Brand?" It was barely a whisper, but she knew it could hear her. She was shivering, but not from the cold as she stare at the creature that was only supposed to exist in myths and stories.
 
Brand fought with himself and his lips skinned back from sharp ivory teeth at the effort. Then Isobel spoke his name and their eyes met. The beast nodded its head, tail wagging once, and nuzzled at her.
"Ye-uss. Burr-and!" The syllables were warped and guttural, but he forced them out all the same, and then strong arms gathered her in and his hot, wet tongue was dragging over her skin.

Pulling her down to the soft turf, laying her on the dew-kissed grass, Brand straddled his bride and his great furry form hovered over her. One hand gently drew her arms away, not letting her cover herself as his pointed muzzle parted and he lapped at her breasts. The feel of his tongue was rough against her tender nipples, but the werewolf was finished with fighting. Isobel's tears awoke a need to comfort, and Brand did so in the only way he knew, wrapping her in his furred arms and teasing her body eagerly.

His own passion and need for her was obvious. Isobel could feel the iron hardness of the werewolf's cock rub against her legs. As a man, Brand's member was long and thick, but as this monster it was so much greater, a frightening size more suited to his bestial stature. It was slick with his precum, and as it pressed against her she could feel it jump with his heartbeat. While he kissed and licked at her breasts, Brand's hips began to move, little jerky motions as though he was already pressing into her.

Then one hand grasped her thigh and pulled Isobel's legs wide. Crouching down between her legs, looking up at her, her husband panted hungrily.
"Llllloooo-uuuffff. Luuu-vvvve! My Luuuu-vvve!" The words were scarcely past his muzzle when his pointed head dipped down and she felt his furred muzzle rub up and down her inner thigh, just as he so often teased her with his beard. In spite of his size and the sharpness of his claws his hold on her was gentle, but Isobel felt his muscles trembling.

And then, with a rising growl rumbling like thunder, Brand began to lap at the sweet lips of her sex. His tongue was long and nimble, and the werewolf knew her body, knew its weaknesses. She felt his hot tongue rasp over her skin, force her lips to part, thrust into her secret channel. Growling and looking up with eyes that glowed blue-white in the moonlight, Brand's jaws parted and he feasted on her pussy.
 
Even as Isobel felt the creature go with her and be gentle, she could not get herself to calm and accept entirely that it was Brand. She had married a man, and wanted to only be with that man, not this monster. The thought of it's huge cock going into her almost made her want to scream and run, but she didn't want to scare him, cause him to attack her.

She laid on the grass and she could feel each blade of grass tickle her overly sensitive skin. She felt more exposed than she ever did in their bedroom, even though there was more of a chance of someone walking in in their bedroom rather than in the middle of a very secluded forest. Her fingers dug into the earth to try and cease some of the trembling that was wrecking through her, half from arousal and half from fear of her husband.

With her eyes closed tightly she tried to let herself focus on the sensations inside of her body, rather than out. She could feel how he lowered himself above her, right between her legs. The part of her that knew it was Brand was enjoying the attention it was wanting to give her body and for the most part she allowed it, without fighting herself like she wanted.

Taking deep breaths she let herself relax, though it was hard, and when his tongue found her lips she moaned, her legs squeezing in on the beast's massive shoulders. She knew she was wet, a curse from this beast knowing what to do, and when his tongue actually went inside of her she cried loudly out in ecstasy.
 
The taste of Isobel's body was so intense, the beast in Brand exulted at her softness and vulnerability. His tongue rasped against her sex and then thrust into her and Isobel could feel as well as hear the animal snarl of lust that rolled through him.

But then Brand stopped. Part of him, the human part of him, could feel how she tensed beneath his attentions. Her fear and tension stopped him mid-lick, and the shaggy wolf's head drew away from her with a soft whimper.
"Nnnnno." He growled and shook that furry head, but the scent of her had his tongue lolling out, greedy to taste her again.

"No!" Leaping back, Brand tore a tree up by the roots and threw it away in his anger. Shoulders heaving, the werewolf stared at her and then looked away. "Nnnnot thissz way! Nnnooo!!!" Isobel could see his muscles and sinews flex and tense beneath his fur as he moved. First he turned towards her, took two steps back to where she lay, and then he stopped and simply crouched there, fighting with himself.

He wanted her. Oh how he wanted to throw her back on the turf and rut with her. The feel of her heart beating next to his, the sweet surrender of her body as he touched her. Brand wanted it more than anything, but the scent of her fear held him back. This was his woman, his wife, and she deserved better of him than this.

But the beast raged, and beneath the full moon it was hard to resist. Slowly, Brand crept on all fours towards Isobel. This time his touch was gentle, but she could feel his flanks rumble as he growled low. Laying down beside her, one arm curled about her body and drew her against his furry chest. His body trembled at the feel of her skin, at her proximity, but somehow he remained still.
 
Isobel had her eyes shut as her husband's monster tongue touched her, but when he stopped an unintentional sigh of relief left her. She had never been so scared and wasn't sure how she had remained so still and so calm. When her husband threw himself off of her she opened her eyes and watched him.

She could easily see the tremors running through his massive body as he tried to hold himself back. When he grabbed the tree like it was a simple weed and threw it she screamed out. It really showed her how much power he held and she knew it would be so easy for him to snap her in half, or worse to take what she could easily see he wanted.

As he stepped closer to her she whimpered and scooted back slightly. She didn't want to be afraid of him, she wanted to love him but now that she knew his secret she wondered if it would be harder.
Grabbing both sides of her ripped chemise she pulled it together as he came closer to her.

She still wanted to run, wondered if she could ever look at him the same way, love the same way. Either amazement or being frightened kept her still as Brand came to lay beside of her. Her body was tense but she allowed herself to relax next to him. She ran her fingers through his hair on his chest slowly, watching the sun slowly start to come up behind the trees.
The night's events had exhausted her and on the verge of going back to sleep a small whisper left her. "I forgive you."
 
Closing his eyes, listening to the sound of Isobel's breathing and her heartbeat, Brand clenched his paws into fists and shuddered. When Isobel began to relax and her fingers stroked his furry chest Brand made a soft, almost plaintive, growling sound. His powerful limbs wrapped around her but his fists remained closed, keeping his claws from touching her delicate skin. The first hint of sunrise began as Brand felt Isobel falling asleep, but her three words gave him hope. Closing his eyes, Brand followed Isobel into sleep.

When he woke again, the sun was high above them, the trees overhead leaving dappled shadows falling across the two sleeping figures. Brand had reverted to human form in his sleep, and he curled his arms protectively about Isobel as memories of the night before filtered back through his muzzy thoughts. He could not remember much, except the taste of her body, the scent of her skin. As the wolf his senses had been so sharp and Isobel had glowed like a bonfire to his expanded perception.

She had whispered to him, forgiven him. Had he raped her?

His face tensed and his teeth ground together in impotent rage as he fingered the tatters of her gown. He had never wanted her to learn about his curse this way. Isobel should never have had to face his darker half.
"Oh love," he murmured, kissing her hair. "I am so sorry. I never meant for this. I would have spared you my curse, if I could."
 
After Isobel told him she forgave him it took a few seconds for her to actually sleep. She focused on her husband sleeping next to her, the way his breathing was so much slower while being this monster. She breathed deeply and after that slept most of the time through. She didn't move much, save for the rare stretching and flexing. Whenever she did she could feel Brand's arms around her, so protective. She wondered if she he was wanted to save her from himself or something else.

She awoke soon after Brand had and she was glad to see that he was back in his human form. Though everything she knew she already knew in the back of her mind was proved at that moment. To have him here meant that the beast from the night before had truly been him and there was no more denying it, even if she had wanted to.
Moving slightly she moved her head to look up to him after he had kissed her on the top of her head.

"Brand. Just as I said last night I forgive you." She moved one hand up and placed it on his cheek, slightly rubbing her finger over his cheek bone. She could clearly feel his tense jaw. "You didn't hurt me at all, I was scared. Please don't be so harsh on yourself." There was clear love showing in her eyes and she gazed up to him.
 
"You are so much better than I, Isobel," Brand couldn't help but smile as she reassured him and rubbed her finger over his cheek. "I had hoped to shield you from my curse, until we came to a place where I could show you safely. The blood of the wolf in my veins reaches back to the earliest kings of Nyord, it taints my whole line but most of us have only a touch of it. A hint of savagery, a hunger for battle, that is all that most who carry the mark of Fenris show of it. We are called Ulfhethnar, wolfskins, for the cloaks we wear. Only once or twice in a generation is the blood strong enough to..." her northman husband let his voice drift off, he was looking at his hand, turning it over and over, remembering when it had been a paw.

"Most of the time, I rule the wolf." He spoke the words like a promise. "I can keep him at bay, or even call him up at need, but I hold the leash. Except during the nights of the full moon. For three nights each month, the wolf runs wild. I thought if I went deep enough into the forest that I would hunt and be satisfied." His face hardened and he held Isobel tight, face tensing again. "Tonight I will have myself bound with anchor chains."

Stretching, Brand looked at the state of her clothing, and his own nudity, and in spite of his shame and his anger he couldn't help but chuckle.
"It will be a long walk back for you with bare feet. If you... If you trust me, Isobel, I can show you the difference, when I call the wolf for myself. Riding on my back would be far more comfortable than walking." He was anxious, worried at her reaction but also eager to show her that he was not merely an unreasoning beast.

Though if he were honest with himself, he rarely called up the wolf blood without need for it. In the heat of battle, or when he had need to hunt but rarely did he will the change for anything less. Was this a wise offer he made? Brand remembered his lust for her, the sudden memory of her taste on his lips sent a thrill through him.

He was playing a dangerous game with his beloved.
 
Isobel watched her husband as he examined himself, her and the situation that he had caused to happen. She listened to him, understood that it was not his fault this had happened and that he probably felt badly for everything. After they had stretched she found that she didn't care that he had this secret, after all it would always weigh down on him; she had no right to make it harder. She could feel his muscles move next to her and her mind found images from the night before, when everything had been covered in hair and had looked entirely different.

She turned her head and looked at him, knew that his question was sincere and she knew she would give him a try; let him show her his side of his own beast.
"Brand, I believe you and I trust in you. Indeed it would be easier for me to ride on your back, and I am not scared of you when I know that I should be. You turned into a monster, but on the inside you were still my Brand and even in that form you knew that, you didn't hurt me when I know you very well could have." She leaned up and kissed him, wondering just how it would work, this go around, but she knew that she wanted to try.

"There will be no need for you to be bound by anchor chains tonight, you can control it, I have seen you do it." She swallowed in nervousness, her mind telling her that what she was about to suggest was something that could get her killed. "I will go back out with you in the woods. I trust you, you won't hurt me, and deep down your monster even knows that. If you are okay with it, I mean."

Moving away from him, she stood up and reached a hand down to him showing him that she really did trust him, wanted him to do the same, no matter what might come of their adventures back to the camp.
 
Her words touched him, but he didn't entirely believe them. Long ago memories of his first change, and of the taste of blood and the screams of his victims, swam up behind his eyes. The thought of letting that happen to Isobel...

No. Never.

"You are a brave woman, Princess Isobel, and I love you for that as much as anything else." His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her once before letting her slip from his embrace with a rueful smile. Brand drew a deep breath then, and another, his muscled chest rising and falling as he filled his lungs. Those bright eyes closed and he growled deep in his chest, and Isobel saw him begin to change.

It was subtle at first, the hair on his chest and arms thickening, his long leonine made growing even longer as he turned his head side to side. Then he groaned with pain and his body began to swell and stretch. Muscles and bones extended, expanded, their shape changing as he fell to his knees. hair turned to fur, sprouting from his skin and turning to a rich silver colour touched with black. A shout of pain turned to a low yowling as his face stretched into a snout, lips skinning back from teeth as they grew into fangs.

As Brand changed, Isobel saw him become the monster who had carried her off last night, but this time the change continued and his form grew more bestial until a great grey wolf the size of a pony clawed at the turf and whined. When it looked up, the eyes were that same bright, icy blue and they glowed with intelligence.
"Urrrrr... Yauurrrff!" Giving a yipping back, Brand padded towards her, tail wagging and pink tongue lolling out. Stopping in front of her, he touched his cold nose to her belly button, then turned and lay down. Looking up at her, the wolf nodded its head and drew in her scent as he waited anxiously for her reaction. The sight of her made his tail thump on the ground.
 
Isobel knew that she loved this man and that nothing he could ever do would change that. He was brought into her life for a reason and while she didn't know the reason she knew she didn't care. She knew that he had probably done things he wished he hadn't but they were starting over and she wanted him to put all that behind him. When he leaned down and kissed her it was like the nervous feeling would never leave; she still felt giddy around him and it made her bite her lip when he pulled away.

When he started to change she was mesmerized with him. She hated that he was in pain while he did it but he seemed to know how and what he was doing. It made her look at her arms when his changed and hers were covered in goosebumps. She wondered how it felt, if anything felt different on the inside when he was changed. The way he stretched and popped made her think that he was doing to die and it worried her, but as soon as it began it was over and she was looking at a giant wolf in clear admiration.

She wondered if he could always choose whether he wanted to look like this, or like the other way. The other one was more like a monster to her but this one just seemed friendlier in general and when he moved to touch her belly button she smiled when goosebumps appeared even there.
She tried to hide her smile as she moved in closer to him, but only succeeded in biting her lip more. Slowly she sat down on her knees in front of him, reaching out a cautious hand. "You are almost adorable this way." She told him and her voice was light as she scratched between his ears. Before she could stop herself she leaned in and with his wolf head on her shoulders she hugged him.
 
The great silver wolf looked up at her, tail wagging slightly as he breathed in her scent and felt her nearness. When Isobel knelt and reached out towards him, Brand tilted his head and pressed against her palm, sitting down and making a soft "Uuuurrr..." sound deep in his chest. Those bright blue eyes closed and his tail thumped against the ground as she scratched between his ears, his muzzle parting and tongue lolling out at the feel of her nails digging into his fur.

Her words didn't really reach him, not with the beast in ascendance, but Brand understood her manner and her touch as Isobel's soft, warm body pressed against him. Moving into her embrace, Brand nuzzled into the curve of her neck, rubbing his muzzle against her there.

But something drew him back from her embrace, and Brand rose up on all fours and walked around her slowly, his fur brushing against her skin. Then the wolf turned and bounded towards the edge of the small clearing, only to turn and come back, yipping sharply. He bounced back to her side, nodding towards the woods, and then lay on his belly and waited for her to climb onto his back.

When she had her arms wrapped around his neck, Brand rose again and began to trot silently into the forest. As he went he gathered speed, muscles bunching and stretching beneath Isobel as he began to run. His tongue lolled out and he bounded through the trees, silent as a wraith, his heart beating like a drum in his chest. His body was hot as a furnace and he panted as he ran, but in a very little while they were reaching the edge of the woods. Brand's men could be heard, then seen milling about through the trees.

Her wolf-husband never hesitated though. Leaping from the woods and startling several horses, the great grey beast carried her swiftly through the camp to their tent. The rent in its side had been swiftly repaired and Brand bounded through the front, skidding to a stop. The guards outside leapt in, weapons half-drawn, but when they saw the silver wolf standing over Isobel they stopped and turned away. A growl from Brand sent them outside again, and the wolf turned and licked her face affectionately, then turned to paw at one of her chests of clothes.
 
Isobel knew that just holding him like this, in this form, that she could never even think about hurting him. Tonight, whether he wanted her to or not, she was going back out with him in to the woods. He was so much more prepared for everything when it was just him and her, it seemed to her that he felt like he could take on anything and everything when he was around her. If it was his curse, she told herself, then it would also be hers and they would bare it together.
The way he nuzzled her when they were so close made him adorable and she couldn't stop the giggle that came from her. When they were like this she felt so important to him and that was a feeling she was determined not to lose, not now and not ever.

She watched him as he pulled away and walked around her, she wondered what he was doing and why it had been so sudden. She figured that since night was over and it was probably well past noon that they would have to return soon, and that was why he had done it. Her suspicions were confirmed when he ran and then came back to her, laying on his stomach.

As she got onto him she was secretly excited. He was so large but as she settled onto him she was comfortable and she smiled when they took off. As they went faster and faster she laid her head on the back of his neck, looking as the world blurred around them. He could be so deadly, she realized, as she tried to listen for any signs he was moving; not even a bird signaled their leave.

As they started getting closer and closer to the camp site she saw his men in spots and moved her arms in to hide her breasts, her leaning against his fur was hiding everything else. She was relieved when they made it to their tent and when the guards jumped in she blushed from her naked state, thankful when Brand growled and they quickly left. The kissing on her face made her yelp in surprise and happiness, sighing when he left to trot over to the trunk of her clothing. She guessed that because they were back and there men everywhere he would want her to dress, so she got up and joined him by the chests.

Inside she found one of her simplest gowns and quickly pulled it on, thankful now for the way she was covered. Looking down at Brand, she knelt next to him and leaned in to kiss him between the eyes before pulling back and looking at him. "Can you change back now?" Her voice was sweet and she lightly bit her lip.
 
When Isobel embraced him and kissed the wolf's brow, Brand flicked his ears and licked her face once, then stepped back. The change back to human form seemed just as exhausting, his fur fading away as his body twisted and shifted, morphing back to the man she knew. Laying on the floor of their tent, panting with the physical strain of shifting, Brand looked up at Isobel and smiled.

"Aye, love, I can. Though it will be a while before I'm fit to move again." He rolled onto his back, nude, his body dewed with sweat from the effort of changing as much as from the run through the forest. Struggling to sit up, Brand cursed the weakness that changing during the day so often brought. His legs felt like rubber, but he forced himself up onto his feet, hanging on to the centerpole of the tent. A waterskin hung from it, and he drained it, letting the water pour over his head, trickle down his bare chest. Droplets gleamed in the soft nest of hair like diamonds.

Looking at Isobel, his eyes softened as they always did when he saw her.
"Come here, pet," he murmured, reaching out and when she came into reach he wrapped his arm about her and pulled her to him, clinging to her as he swayed. "You've seen me now, at my worst and at my best. I'm laid bare to you, Princess. No secrets left to hide. I may be a monster, but I am your loyal hound." He grinned, bent to kiss her tenderly, growling as he did. The growl turned to soft laughter and he closed his eyes and simply held Isobel. She could feel his heart pounding, hammering at his ribs like a blacksmith's hammer.

"Go and find Halfstan," he bid her, "bring him back here with you. I would have words with him." Closing his eyes, he drew deep breaths and tried his best to calm his pounding heart. "I'll send my men on ahead, remain here alone and tonight and tomorrow I'll hunt and feed. Catch up with the company in two day's time, when I'm fit company again." Brand stepped back from her, kissing her hands, and then turned and took three steps before he collapsed on the pile of furs that was their bed. "You can live without me for two days and two nights, hey?" He was laughing ruefully at himself as he struggled back into a sitting position. "The poets say that absence and love are like wind to fire: it snuffs the small and breathes new life into the great."

Brand let himself fall again, exhausted. His plan was good, though. It would protect her from him when he was... not himself. It would give him time to hunt, to feed. His belly rumbled, reminding him again just how hungry he was from all his foolishness.
 
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