Ave Lupinotuum Ch. 07

A couple traversed over the hills and through forests, carrying heavy packs along with them. Other travelers might have presumed them to be a husband and wife, albeit a rather unusual marriage. The woman wore armor and looked rather rugged compared to her partner, who was obviously unaccustomed to traveling on foot. He walked slower and was noticeably winded despite carrying a lighter load than she was.

"How much further must we go?" Francis asked, growing weary of carrying a heavy bag full of coin and loot. It was only the first day of traveling, but he could already tell he wasn't going to enjoy this journey. "Couldn't we have gotten a carriage on our way out of England?"

"Quit your whining." Morgana said back, hardly a sign of fatigue in her voice. "The horses would just get spooked by my wolf form and run off into the night, then what? Would I draw the bloody carriage myself?"

"You certainly have the strength of a horse..."

"You have some horse-like qualities yourself." She said back, before looking at the sky. It was a cloudy day, the sky mostly appearing white with some twinges of grey, but she was able to figure out the sun's position. "Besides, you'll get your rest soon. It won't be too much longer before the sun sets."

"I grow weary of sleeping in a tent..." he sighed "I miss warm beds and eating fresh meals regularly... is there an inn coming up?"

"I got my hands on a map, but it doesn't list such things. Just rivers, mountains and cities." Stopping for a brief moment, she pulled out the map in question and looked at it again. "This road should connect us with several towns and cities. I had considered running all the way to the Highlands, but we'd be lucky if we even made it to Glasgow if I'm dragging your useless arse the whole time. We may have to settle for a smaller place in the Lowlands, maybe..." she squinted at the map "what does that say, anyway?"

"Perhaps the literate person should be holding the map." He said, taking it from her and looking at it himself. "I'd also feel safer if we were further from the border, but I can already tell this journey is going to make me quite miserable." The map was not nearly as detailed as he would have preferred, but it was better than trying to map things out in his head or working off memory. "Perhaps Dumfries is a safe bet." He announced, placing his finger on the location. "It's closer, but it still has some distance from the border."

"Ah, good. Dumfries it is, then." She picked up her things again. "Now let's hurry and make some headway. The quicker we move, the sooner this will be over."

"Fine." He rolled the map and put it in his pack, before resuming their long trudge.

After traveling a little longer, they finally did come up on a roadside inn. The sight of the wooden building with little stacks of smoke coming out its chimneys was like seeing a vision of angels in the dawn.

"Ah, see?" Francis smiled. "There is an inn! Why don't we stop there?"

"Hm..." Morgana didn't want to admit it, but the idea of having a bed and a hot meal sounded nice. Although, there was something of a glaring problem. "Perhaps, but aren't we forgetting my wolf form? An inn feels risky to me."

"You can just stay in our room after dark, I'll cover for you."

"I suppose. Well, might as well take the chance. No use in having stolen coin if we can't spend it sometimes."

He nodded. "And of course we'll need a cover story. We'll convince everyone we're a husband and wife, and I'll say you're not feeling well if anyone asks about why you disappeared into our room. I'd play the part of a delightful husband, don't you think my wild wolf?"

"You're hopeless..."

The inn proved to be a fine enough spot, with fresh food, drink and some available rooms. It appeared it was mostly a spot for travelers, as they saw merchants and what looked to be a wandering minstrel chatting beside the crackling fireplace.

"A bed for one night, please." Morgana announced, setting her coin on the counter.

"Very well." The innkeeper said, before retrieving a room key. "Will that be shared between you and the gentlemen beside you, then?"

"Yes." Francis spoke up, before reaching out to hold Morgana by the arm. "We're a recently married couple, visiting some relations in Dumfries."

"Ah, congratulations!" He said, smiling as he handed the key to a thoroughly unamused Morgana. "Your room will be upstairs, third door on the right. Let me know if there's anything else you need."

After dumping all their stuff in their room and having a nice dinner of meat pies and light beer, the two began to wind down and rest. After retiring to their room, Morgana took off her armor. Now in just a plain undershirt and trousers, she stretched. It was a relief to have that weight off her.

"Ah~" Francis collapsed on the bed, feeling the soft blanket against his skin "this is so much nicer than sleeping on pelts. Oh, how I missed this. The only thing that would make this better would be a nice custard. I wonder if dessert is the same up here."

"You are a spoiled princeling till the end." She said, observing his relief at getting to experience such warm comforts again. "Well, perhaps not spoiled, your father was a feckless bastard. But nonetheless," she sat on the bed next to him "I'll admit this is new to me. I got so used to camping in the wilds as an outlaw, I almost forgot what sleeping in a bed was like. Even the beds we had on the farm weren't this comfortable." She ran her hand along the sheets and, realizing he was in a vulnerable state, got a devilish smile.

She shifted over to him and straddled his lap. "You know, I've managed to hold myself back, but you've been looking tasty ever since we got back from the raid."

"I've been dreaming that we'd be able to do it again." He said, looking up at her as his cheeks started to turn red.

"Dreaming of me? To think you were bound for the monastery originally." She grabbed his wrists and kept him pinned to the mattress, looking down on him with that same predatory gaze she'd given him on the first night they met. "But I've marked you and dragged you down to my level, haven't I? What say you? You commit yourself to me, right?"

He nodded, his mind becoming foggy as a whirlwind of true love and lust whipped about in his mind. His whole body was getting hot and his breath got heavier. It felt as if all his blood was leaving his brain and rushing right to his groin. Though he previously had trouble understanding his own feelings, he understood for certain now that he had fallen for this woman. He had fully accepted that fact and gave into his sinful feelings.

"I do." He said in a breathy voice. "Both in mind and body, I commit myself to you."

"Good..." She chuckled, before bringing herself down on him. She gripped his scalp and turned his head to face her. Their foreheads touching, she looked into his eyes while hers were wide with passion. "Very good." Leaning in, she kissed him. Their lips pressed against each other and her tongue stuck itself into his mouth as if to further mark him. After stealing his virginity, now she had finally stolen his first kiss. Though they were not bound in marriage, there was no doubt that he belonged to her.

She pulled out of the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. "Now... we'll have some fun." She slid down his hose and his hard cock bounced out. She then lifted his cotehardie over his head and tossed it aside. Getting off his lap, she took off her own shirt and slid down her trousers. Watching her naked body being unveiled only excited him more. Knowing that such a strong and busty woman had taken him for herself excited him like nothing else. And it was impossible to hide his excitement, because his cock was getting even bigger as he watched.

Seeing his naked body splayed out for her on the bed, she had to take a brief moment to admire the sight. Previously she had felt shame that their time together would be temporary, but now he was all hers. It was an exciting sentiment, and one that almost made her forget something.

"I had meant to use something sooner, but it never wound up happening." She said, before opening her pack and searching around. From it, she produced a glass bottle filled with a dark green liquid. "Olive oil. We got this from a previous raid, exported from Castile I believe."

He tilted his head. "Olive oil? What would we do with that?"

"It seems there's still more things you're innocent about then." She smiled. "I guess you haven't had someone stick something in your arse, then?"

"No, that's sodomy!"

She scoffed. "Why draw the line there? Ours is already a sinful relationship, and besides, the temptation to sin wouldn't exist if it didn't feel good. Allow me to show you."

Joining him in bed again, she set the olive oil on the bedside table before kneeling over his head. He found himself so distracted by the sight of her pussy and ass, that he hardly noticed that she had opened the bottle. Grabbing him by the ankles, she forcefully upturned his lower half so that his ass and dick was both easily accessible to her.

"Don't worry, my lamb." She said, a perverted smile creeping across her face. "I will be gentle with you."

"You don't do anything gently!" He cried.

"Come now. I might be rough, but I know when to take it easy." She said, before shoving her privates into his face. "Get to work down there. You still need more experience if you want to be a good pleasure thing."

She bit her lip when she felt his mouth and tongue against her wet pussy. She doused her hand in oil, before pouring some over his ass. Spreading his cheeks out, her slippery fingers glided down his oily skin and started to press against his hole. It was tight, as to be expected from a good Christian boy, but she intended to change that. A single finger pushed its way into him, the oil letting her slide into his hot insides.

He let out a muffled cry when she did that, this being a first-time experience for him. A feeling unlike anything he'd ever experienced washed over him, akin to his first time with her. His cock twitched and grew even more, while a strange, pleasurable feeling came from inside him.

"Ahh, the boy likes it." She said, breathing heavily. The joy of deflowering him further was strengthened by the fact that he was eating her out at the same time. Sticking his tongue out as far as he could, he lapped at her soft flesh while his finger started to rub against her clitoris. It made her want to get more aggressive.

"I'll be moving to two fingers then." Sticking her middle and index fingers together, she gave them another splash of olive oil. She watched his tight hole opening for her, and she could feel his body react to the greater stimulation. She then used her free hand to stroke his throbbing cock, and before long it too was shiny with oil. Her hand freely glided along his desperately swollen shaft while her fingers kept moving around inside him.

Pressed beneath her weight and trying to pleasure her while he was being fingered for the first time, Francis felt like he was going to pass out. He felt suffocated by her thick scent and it felt as though his whole body was being laid bare for her. There was nothing to hide and shame began to drain from his soul as he gave into sin. It was humiliating, yet at the same time it somehow felt freeing.

Before long, semen started dribbling out from his dick. "That was quick." She observed. "But I guess that's expected." She started pumping him even more intensely, her palm running all the way up to his sensitive tip. He was unable to contain his voice, and he let out a muffled whine as white liquid shot out of him. She could feel his breath against her, while his juice splattered over her breasts and abs.

She let go of his body and let his lower half collapse on the mattress. "Bad boy, you made a mess." She growled, before turning around to face him. "Lick it clean."

"Yes, ma'am." Raising himself, he started to lap up his own semen like a dog. She gripped his head, while his arms tenderly embraced her. He didn't much like the strange, salty flavor but it felt worth it. Sticking his head into her big, soft chest only reinvigorated his lower half. Already it started to rise again, and brush against her thigh. Once her breasts were clean, he brought his head down and licked at her belly. They weren't well-defined, but her abs were solid and strong. There was no doubt that even in human form she was formidable.

"You did well." She commended, before pushing him down on his back. "But now it's time you satisfied my hunger." Feeling like an animal in heat, she could barely hold herself back. Getting above him, she grabbed his shaft and lowered herself onto him. The oil that covered his huge cock, combined with how wet she was, meant that he slid in with ease. She let out a breathy laugh, seeing his dreamy expression as he looked up at her. All the while she could feel it going deep in that initial push. It was little wonder since he could satisfy her even when she was in wolf form, but she'd almost forgotten how big he felt when she was human. That feeling contrasted sharply with his cute face and feeling his soft hands on her hips; hands which had hardly seen a full day's work. For some reason, that mishmash turned her on even more.

She repeatedly raised her hips and slammed down against his crotch, while he bucked his hips from below. Rubbing her clit with one hand and fondling her own boobs with the other, she was thoroughly enjoying herself on him.

He rested his head back and closed his eyes, when he started to feel something different. He started to notice more hair on his hands and against his torso. While she was rather hairy, he found it strange that he was only just now noticing. Of course, it was only when he opened his eyes and looked to the side that he realized what was happening. The pale light of a full moon was starting to peak from behind the curtains.

"Wait, right here?!" He thought, starting to panic yet so overwhelmed by the pleasure and intimacy that he didn't know what to do. "She'll crush me for sure!"

Her form kept changing, and sure enough the weight that was pressing him down only increased. Even as she transformed, she didn't pull out but simply sat on his crotch. Every inch of him was buried inside while his fat balls pressed against her labia. Her privates changing along with her size, he could feel her walls loosening around him and he couldn't feel her cervix anymore. Before long, he was staring up at his werewolf lover again.

"Damn, time got away from me again." She said. "No matter."

Hardly saying another word, she went back to riding him. It was so intense, feeling his cock repeatedly sliding into her while his crotch was crushed beneath her weight. Staring into her yellow eyes, as she fucked him was hypnotic and broke through his defenses. Sometimes he wondered if it was always going to end up like this. If he was destined to be captivated by her from the moment they met. Perhaps it was the Lord's will. Or maybe, just maybe, it was something else entirely.

She grabbed him by the ankle and raised his lower half again. Sticking two fingers into her mouth, she got them all slobbery before she started fingering him again. His body wrestled into such an embarrassing position, while his ass was fingered and his dick was being devoured, it was all too much. To make things worse, her fingers were bigger in wolf form. Being stretched added to his pain, yet that same pain intermingled with near-orgasmic pleasure.

She grinded against him, letting his twitching member stir around inside her while she used a free hand to rub her clit. She secretly cursed herself for not trying this sort of thing sooner, but there was no sense in dwelling on that. Her affection for him reignited by his good deeds, she planned to make up for lost time.

Morgana could feel herself getting closer, and judging by how Francis's body was reacting, he was probably on the edge as well. Pulling her fingers out, she raised her hips and hovered above him. Her legs growing weak, she knelt down and braced her clawed hands against the mattress as she climaxed. Liquid spurted from her twitching pussy, and her legs shook a little. Looking down, she saw he was coming too.

"How much did you save up?" She asked, noticing just how much semen he had let out even on his second climax.

"I don't know..." he said, laying in the afterglow as he tried to catch his breath.

Seeing he was still hard, she grabbed his dick again and licked her lips. "I'll be finding out before the night's end." She said, mounting him again. "Brace yourself."

In the end he wasn't sure how long they went on for. It was certainly their longest session thus far, but it was quite difficult to gauge. Towards the end he started to feverishly pray in Latin, as he thought he saw visions of the next life. A vision he was pulled out of when she bit him on the shoulder and he climaxed again.

By the time she was satisfied, everything hurt. His dick and balls, ass, head, pelvis, legs, everything. His naked body was covered in claw marks, and there was a rather large bite mark on his left shoulder. He felt as though the world was spinning as he stared at the wooden ceiling, hiding beneath the covers while he could feel his lover against his head and back. She'd managed to exhaust herself and laid down, and he wound up laying on top of her. Only now, she was asleep and he couldn't move for fear of waking her. How he hadn't passed out himself was a mystery.

The rest of the journey still lay before them, but it wouldn't be much longer. Soon they would start a new life together, and he couldn't have been happier for it.