Werewolf Knight 5, page 25
“We’ll see you tonight,” I shouted just as Casanova started to race across the fields.
As the sun started to rise in the sky, I caught the last small sliver of the moon. It wasn’t as vibrant as a full moon, sure, but that tiny crescent meant that the Moon Goddess was definitely back, and as the cycles of the moon continued, she would grow in power.
And that meant Lupercalia would be safe.
The gates of the manor were open, and I was surprised to find that even though it was the crack of dawn, all of the servants and farmers had gathered around with white, yellow, and blue Lupercalian flags.
“To King Henry!” they all shouted, and they bowed their heads as Casanova made his way through the crowd.
“Thank you,” I laughed, and the girls waved at them from atop the direwolf.
We made our way through the sweet-smelling moon bean fields and over to the front door of my estate house. It was hard to believe that I could possibly upgrade from this, but I guess that’s just what happened when you killed the foulest beast in the land.
“King Henry,” Jacob said as he ran around the corner of the house.
He rubbed his eyes and then seemed to remember who he was addressing, and he nearly fell over as he tried to bow.
“No need for that,” I said, and I ruffled his sandy hair. “Just make sure that Casanova is well-attended to. He’s been a very good fighter.”
“Sure thing, King Henry,” he said, and he looked just as surprised as I felt as the words left his mouth.
The girls and I slid off of Casanova and tumbled inside the house, which was lit with the milky light of early morning. I heard the birds start to sing as we made our way up the stairs, and the smell of moon bean brew drifted our way from the kitchen.
“So what’s your first royal decree, King Henry?” Tabitha’s smoky voice purred as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I’m not sure,” I said, but my body was telling me differently.
After such a fierce battle and all the celebrating that ensued, I didn’t want the party to stop just yet.
I swung around and picked Tabitha up off the stairs as the other girls chased me into our bedroom. The morning light would’ve been a signal to get ready to head out on any other day, but right now, I felt like I had all the time in the world to do exactly as I pleased.
Imelda slammed the door behind us while I swung Tabitha around. The noblewoman clung onto me and licked my ear before giggling.
“My King,” she moaned, and the sound of her voice sent shockwaves down my body.
“My Queen,” I said, and the other girls came and wrapped their arms around me while Tabitha plopped back down on the bed.
“Our King,” Sybil corrected, and she swirled around before planting a kiss on my lips.
The feeling of her soft, fleshy lips on mine was heavenly, and I couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Well, if it isn’t the first ever Princess-Witch,” I said as I stared into her eyes, and I pushed her down onto the bed.
“I’ve never been with a King before,” she laughed as she bit her lip and raised an eyebrow at me.
“Well, I certainly hope not,” Tabitha muttered. “That’d be disgusting!”
“Ewww, stop it Tabitha!” Sybil laughed, and she rolled over and started play-wrestling Tabitha on the bed.
The ebony-haired witch started to kiss Tabitha’s pink, plump cheeks and then her soft lips. Man, the sight of them together made my cock swell in my pants.
I felt Imelda trace her hand around my face, and a shiver read down my spine. When I looked down, Imelda batted her light-blonde eyelashes at me, and her blue eyes scorched into the back of my brain.
Not only was I the King, but I had the sexiest women to boot.
“Come here,” the Priestess said. “My King…”
“My Priestess,” I smiled, and the glowing blonde smiled in return.
When she did so, her pointy fangs protruded from her mouth, and I felt a smirk creep across my face.
“You want to know something?” I asked as I peeled her white robe from her perfectly pale body. “I bet I’m the only King who’s ever fucked a vampire.”
“Ex-vampire,” she giggled, but an icy fire seemed to burn behind her blue eyes.
Her lily-white skin glowed in the dark, and her nipples were pert and light pink. She started to trace circles around her right nipple and trailed her left hand down between her legs, where I found that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“So you weren’t wearing underwear at the coronation?” I smirked, and she bit her lip with her vampire teeth.
“I was in such a rush to get to the castle,” she giggled. “I guess I just forgot.”
“Well, I wish I’d known,” I said, and I went to kiss her neck.
“Oh,” I heard her moan as she started to fondle my cock through my pants.
“Mmm, you’re so sexy, my King,” Tabitha giggled from the other side of the bed as she and Sybil started to playfully rip each other’s clothes off.
I traced my tongue down to Imelda’s collarbone and then her nipples, and she grabbed my hair and gasped. I could feel reams of hot pleasure from the tip of my head all the way down my spine, and I felt like I was floating.
“Oh, Hank,” the Priestess mumbled.
I could feel the ex-vampire’s nails claw down my back, and it felt so right. I was so hard that I just wanted to taste my women, and I growled as I looked at the perfect body beneath me.
“Such a wonderful wolf,” Imelda said with a grin.
I smirked before I lowered myself down on her wet, pink folds. I loved the view of her from under her breasts, and I reached up and played with her nipples as I started to kiss and lick her folds.
“Hank!” she moaned, and I took in all her sweet juices.
My cock was getting even harder from feeling how wet I made her. I knew just how much she wanted me, I could taste it on her skin.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and I heard Sybil gasp from my side.
“Make her moan, Hank,” the witch murmured.
I felt my member get even harder, and I knew if I didn’t have her soon, I was going to explode.
“Mmmmmm, yessss,” she squealed. “Oh, by the Goddess, that’s so good!”
She started to rub herself against my face, and I lapped her up until she started to shake under me. I tasted her sweet cum as she writhed in my arms, and I pressed my fingers into her soft, inviting flesh.
“Oh, oh…” she shook, and I lifted my head and towered over her.
“Do you want to feel me inside you?” I asked as I ripped off my shirt and flung it to the far corner of the room. I kicked off my pants and lunged over my priestess, who was biting her lip again.
“Yes, Hank, yes,” she squealed, and she reached for my cock.
The feeling of her skin against mine sent a rush through my body, and I couldn’t wait to feel her.
“You look so beautiful, Imelda,” I declared.
I smiled down at her and decided that I really was the luckiest guy in the world.
As I leaned over her and came face to face with her gorgeous blue eyes, I started to guide my cock between her warm, wet folds. As I touched her sex her mouth parted slightly to reveal her vampire teeth, and I was so turned on by how sharp they were that I plunged myself deep inside her.
“Oh,” I murmured into her ear as I continued to push into her tight, wet pussy.
She felt incredible under my touch, and I felt like we were molding into a single creature forged of heat and fire.
“You feel so good,” she gasped into my ear, and the sound of her whispers sent shivers down my spine.
I felt like I was bathing in pure light as I continued to pump inside her. She grabbed my back and pulled my hair, and I dug my face into her neck and grabbed her ass to push myself even deeper inside her.
“Hank,” she moaned, and she started to shake underneath me as I pumped deep into her.
“Yeah?” I breathed. “You like that?”
“Hank, I think I’m going to come,” she moaned, and I started moving quicker inside her as she tightened around my hard cock.
“I want you to come for me,” I murmured into her ear as she started to shake.
I could feel all the pleasure in my body forming together, and I could barely take it anymore. As she started to moan, I pumped a few more times before emptying everything I had into her.
“Haaaaank,” she moaned as she played with my hair. “Hank… oh…”
I exhaled a few times as I started to lay down on top of her soft, tight body. I only started to become aware of myself, of how sweaty and hot I was.
“I love feeling you come inside me,” she whispered into my ear. “You’re so good at that.”
“He is,” Sybil whispered in my ear.
When I looked up, both the witch and the noblewoman were naked on the other side of the bed.
Oh, man. I’d just come, but one of my favorite parts about my werewolf strength was that I seemed to be able to just go forever.
“What do you want us to do, Hank?” Tabitha asked, and she put her hands on her shapely hips and lifted an eyebrow. “Go on… you’re the King now. Tell us.”
“I couldn’t,” I said, and the aristocrat and Sybil exchanged a glance before looking back at me.
“Nonsense,” Sybil said. “You’re the King now. Your wish is our command, King Hank…”
After a day of being referred to as King Henry, there was something endearing and incredibly sexy about being called King Hank. I couldn’t help but feel turned on, and I knew exactly what I wanted.
“Sybil,” I said. “I want you to pleasure Tabitha while I take you.”
“Good,” she said without a beat. “I want that, too.”
I lifted an eyebrow, and Tabitha batted her eyelashes and smiled.
“Your desire is ours, King Henry,” she murmured, and she and the Princess Witch kissed before Sybil launched herself into my arms.
She bit my ear and licked my torso before turning back around and grabbing Tabitha by the hand.
“Mmmm,” she said, and she started to kiss Tabitha’s lips and neck. Then, she trailed down to Tabitha’s nipples, and I watched as the blonde tilted her head back and moaned.
“Oh,” she murmured. “Yesss…”
I took hold of Sybil’s black hair and pushed it over her shoulder as I started to kiss her neck and her back. Her limbs were so slender and soft.
I put my finger in her mouth and felt as she swirled it around her wet tongue. Then, she bit down on it ever so slightly, and I pulled it back out.
I reached down and started to massage her clit as she continued to pleasure Tabitha. Fuck, the sound of their moans rattling of the walls was so hot that I was even harder than before.
I reached down and massaged her wet folds with my cock. She was dripping for me, and I could feel her press against me as if she was asking me to enter her.
“Mmmm,” both of the girls moaned.
I pressed myself into Sybil’s slit. She was so warm and inviting that I felt high. I pulled her in closer to me and pumped into her as she and Tabitha shuddered with pleasure.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
“You two look amazing,” I sighed and then bit my lip.
God, they were so hot. I pumped deeper inside the witch, and she pressed her fleshy ass against me.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and I could tell how much she loved how I felt inside her from the way she pushed herself against me.
“Oh, Hank,” Tabitha moaned. “You’re the King now…”
Fuck, it was so hot being called a King, though not nearly as cool as being one.
“Mmm,” Sybil moaned as she started to shake.
I pressed deeper inside her as her pussy squeezed against me. I could tell that she was about to come as she shook with pleasure.
“Hank,” Tabitha moaned.
“I’m coming in you,” I growled as I felt everything empty into her. The release made me feel like I was on fire, and I pumped deeper and deeper into her until I had nothing left. I cradled her soft waist in my hands as all of us plopped onto the bed.
By now the sun had fully risen, and light flooded the room. But I was still tired as fuck, and my body was actually screaming out for a chance to rest.
“We love you, King Hank,” Tabitha mumbled as she and Imelda laid their heads on my chest.
“Hmm-hmm,” I smirked as my eyes fell sleepily. “I love you too, girls.”
And I did. I loved every minute of my life in Lupercalia, and I sure as hell couldn’t wait to see what it was like to be a King.
Epilogue
“Prince Charles Baker, get in here this instant,” Sebastian shrieked as the boys rushed down the hallway with their stick swords in hand.
“Surrender, Michael!” Little Charles yelled at his brother and then took off.
I looked down at Sebastian and tried not to laugh at the little man’s frustrated expression.
“Where are their mothers?” I asked as he fixed the last belt tassel on my robes.
I heard him say something, but for a second I couldn’t focus. My reflection was just too damn good.
Sure, I had a little salt and pepper in my hair, but I thought that I looked pretty handsome, like an old-fashioned movie star. And though Sybil had taken a little while to come around to the beard, I knew that she now thought it was hot and had even commented that I should have grown one earlier. My eyes twinkled as blue as ever, even though I had a few wrinkles here and there now, and sometimes when I looked in the mirror, I caught a little glimpse of my dad, and that was worth every wrinkle in the world.
Sebastian had fixed my blue velvet robes in preparation for the feast at Lake Perig. I loved this time of year with the family, even though the chatter from the five kids did drive me somewhat insane.
“Boys,” I boomed out into the hallway, and Sebastian took a few steps back at the volume of my voice. “Sorry about that, Seb.”
“Don’t worry, my King,” Sebastian said, and as he stepped out of the way, three very naughty-looking boys came to the golden door and stood there.
Damn. Even though they looked guilty as hell, they were so cute. Charles, at nine, was the oldest, and he had a mop of blonde hair that came down to his shoulders and my blue eyes. As Tabitha’s child, he was, of course, the ringleader of all the troublemaking.
“Hello, Daddy,” he smiled and batted his eyelashes. “Michael challenged me to a duel over the last custard cake. Isn’t that horrible?”
“He’s lying!” Little Michael stamped his foot and balled his fists, and his emerald-green eyes glowed with anger. “He’s the one who challenged me!”
“Oh, don’t worry, Michael, I know,” I said as I raised my eyebrow at Charles. “And what does Ollie have to do with it?”
Oliver stepped out and grinned. He had brown ringlets and brown hazel eyes, and he produced a sticky custard tart that had been crumpled in his hand.
“Oh, Ollie!” Charles scowled.
“I howd the pwize,” three-year-old Ollie explained as well as he could.
“Gross,” Michael murmured, and he swept his black hair out of his face.
“Charles, Oliver!” I heard Tabitha yell, and the fair aristocrat stomped straight into our room and put her hands on her hips.
She was wearing loose, suede trousers with a loose, suede tunic and had tied her blonde hair out of her face with a piece of twine. The only way you would’ve known she was the Queen was because of the glittering gold jewelry that she decorated herself with.
“Hello, darling,” I laughed. “Is the carriage loaded for the trip?”
“Oh, as if I know,” she laughed. “I went for a ride this morning, so I’m just now getting the kids dressed. Well, mine, at least. Come on, I need to comb your hair.”
“But I hate the comb,” Charles wailed as he braced himself for the struggle.
In one impressive move, the Queen picked Charles up and slung him over her shoulder before he could protest anymore.
“Fine, fine!” he said as Oliver followed with the custard tart in hand.
“Where are the girls?” I asked as I went over to Michael.
“Mummy said we didn’t have to look smart,” he said about Sybil. “She said it’s a perfect time for me and Seraphina to get in touch with nature.”
“Well, that’s true,” I shrugged.
“Anyway, Mummy and Seraphina already went to breakfast, and I’m hungry,” he said.
“Fine, fine,” I laughed. “I’m ready.”
Sebastian opened the bookcase in my room to reveal a door, and Michael and I started down the squire tunnel that would get us straight to the dining hall. It was lit with torches, and thick red carpets muffled our footsteps. We made our way down the familiar route until we arrived at the tapestry behind the throne.
“Alright, son,” I said as I pressed my hand on his back. “Get ready.”
When we entered the dining hall, which was the same as always, the nobles all stood up and saluted.
“Greetings,” I said and waved them into their seats.
“I hate when they do that,” Michael groaned.
“Well, luckily your brothers have enough charisma for the whole Kingdom,” I laughed at shy Michael, who preferred to sit in nature and play his lute. “Sybil!”
Sybil waved me over to the royal table, and I noticed that the Princess-Witch was wearing her usual velvet green robes with jeweled flowers sewn across the bodice.
“Hank,” she said. “I’ve got the girls.”
Seraphina and Joscelin smiled and waved at me. As Michael’s twin, Seraphina looked exactly like him, with wavy dark hair and green eyes. Naturally, they were wearing the same blue tunics that they usually sported for Lake Perig.
Joscelin, however, was Tabitha’s kid, but she and Seraphina were as thick as thieves. Joscelin looked almost exactly like Shirley Temple, and unlike Tabitha, she’d grown into the girliest eight-year-old that one could imagine, complete with pink flowers in her braided hair.
“I was braiding the girls’ hair,” Sybil said, and she took a sip of moon bean brew. “Oh, Hank, this batch is good. Is this ours?”
