Werewolf Knight 4, page 8
The direwolf wagged his tail when he saw us, and I tried not to laugh when I spotted the tiny piglet fast asleep behind his ear. It seemed my fierce pup had a new best friend.
“Oh, sweet baby,” Imelda cooed as she gently picked up the pig. “We still haven’t thought of a name for him.”
“What about bacon?” Tabitha suggested as we climbed onto Casanova’s back. “I’m looking for a midnight snack.”
“We are absolutely not naming him bacon,” I said as the noblewoman wrapped her arms around my waist. “And that’s that.”
“Fine, fine,” she relented with a sigh.
“What about Gulliver?” Sybil asked. “That’s cute.”
“What about Prometheus?” I asked. “I think that’s a pretty good name for a pig.”
“I’ve never heard that name before,” Tabitha replied. “But it sounds very noble, and I like that. A noble pig indeed.”
“It’s a myth back in the world where I grew up,” I said with a laugh. “Prometheus is the god of fire, and he’s the one that gave fire to mortals. But he’s also famous for being a good thinker and a master craftsman.”
“Remember that this is a pig we’re talking about, Hank,” Tabitha laughed.
“I think it’s a noble name for a pig,” Sybil said. “They’re very sensitive and intelligent creatures, actually.”
“Fine,” Tabitha replied. “Prometheus it is. Though I think the name is bigger than the pig.”
“It’s beautiful,” Imelda said. “Prometheus the little pig. I already like it. The name has a certain ring to it.”
“Alright team,” I said. “Let’s go home.”
“Yes, please,” Tabitha replied. “Before I fall asleep and end up in a mud puddle or something.”
“Thanks for everything Charles, and I’ll let you know when we’ve got our plans together,” I called out as I turned Casanova toward the gate.
“Just let us know if there’s anything we can do to help,” he replied.
I waved over my shoulder and then let Casanova trot through the gate. The cranberry wine had definitely left me feeling tired, but I trusted my direwolf to get us home safely.
“We’re going home, buddy,” I whispered in the direwolf’s ear.
Casanova took off at a gallop as soon as I nudged him, but his training had gone so well that it was more like riding on a train than a giant animal. His movements were so fast, so fluid, and so smooth, that it felt like we were just gliding through the air.
As much as I enjoyed riding my direwolf, it was a relief when I began to see small lanterns glowing in the distance, and I knew that we were almost home. I’d felt my eyes nearly close a couple of times, and if I’d been in a car back home, I probably would have pulled over and gotten an Uber.
“Yayyy,” Sybil cheered as we passed through the gate. “Home sweet home.”
I slowed Casanova down to a trot as we approached the house. The lights in the windows were glimmering, and it felt like everything was good in the world.
Jacob ran out and waved at us when he heard Casanova bark happily. The young boy had shot up a few inches as kids are bound to do, and his face was slightly leaner. His dark hair flopped into his face in a kind of bowl cut, and for a moment, he reminded me of a rock singer in the seventies.
“Good to see you, Jacob,” I said. “How’s everyone doing after the snake infestation?”
“Oh, it was the most entertaining thing to happen all week,” Jacob laughed. “Here, let me take Casanova.”
Jacob took the reins while we dismounted, and then Imelda handed the little piglet to the young boy as well.
“Who’s this then?” the youngster asked with a grin.
“This is Casanova’s new best friend, Prometheus,” Imelda replied. “He was a gift from the Foremans of Stock so he’ll learn to be friends with the pigs. Do you think you can help take care of him?”
“Of course!” Jacob declared as the pig snorted and wriggled a few times before curling up to sleep in his arms. “Oh, sorry, little fellow. I didn’t mean to wake you. But I’d love to take care of him. Pigs are very smart, you know.”
“I know,” Sybil said and shot a glance at Tabitha.
“We’ll let you see to your charges,” I said as we started to walk toward the door.
But before I could get more than a few steps, Casanova licked my arm with his big pink tongue.
“Casanova,” the boy sighed.
“It’s fine,” I laughed as I scratched the pup behind the ears.
Jacob nodded, tugged on the reins, and then led the way back to the barn where Casanova usually spent the night. He reprimanded Casanova for the licking, but the boy burst into laughter when the pup licked him behind the ear.
“Good thing he didn’t lick my face,” I said as we walked up the steps. “I’m not sure I’m awake enough to clean it after all that wine.”
“I could do it instead,” Sybil said as she snaked her hand around my waist and then stood on her tiptoes to lick my cheek with gusto.
Even though it was a silly gesture, the feeling of her warm, wet tongue against my skin really turned me on. I felt my cock twitch in my pants, and a flush of heat came over me.
“Oooh, I want a taste,” Tabitha purred, and she came over and gave me a lick on the other cheek.
“Ladies, ladies,” I said, even though I fucking loved the attention. “This is too much. I’m not a popsicle, you know.”
“Oh, you’re much tastier than a popsicle,” Tabitha murmured with a wink.
I had a feeling that this evening wasn’t going to end for a while yet.
Imelda came over and practically glowed at me. She looked like a Christmas ornament in Tabitha’s red suede suit, and she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I know I’m not a vampire anymore,” she whispered. “But I’d still like a taste.”
Instead of licking my cheek as the other girls had done, she opened her mouth and revealed her pearly-white, glimmering fangs. She traced the tips of her sharp teeth against my lips ever so slightly, and I gasped as I felt the small burn that came with them
Fuck. I wanted all of them so much.
“Let’s go inside,” I told the girls, and I held Tabitha and Sybil’s hands as we bounded up the stairs.
We pushed through the front door, and Tabitha and Imelda started going for the stairs. But I pulled Sybil back by her dress, and before she knew it, I’d whisked her up into my arms.
“Hank,” she giggled. “That scared me.”
“I’m practicing,” I said. “For when I have to carry you over the threshold.”
“Well, it’s not very good practice,” Tabitha called from the top of the stairs. “Because you’ll have to carry the both of us.”
“Three of them, technically,” Imelda added with a dreamy sigh in reference to the child that Tabitha was carrying.
I knew that having multiple girlfriends was dope, but the logistics of the wedding were starting to feel a little frightening with more than one woman. My only consolation, aside from having two wonderful women as wives, was that the girls seemed more than happy to deal with it all.
“Let’s see if he can catch us,” Tabitha called out as she raced up the stairs with Imelda.
I started to run up the stairs after the pair, but instead of heading for my bedroom, Tabitha and Imelda ran past my door and into one of the other rooms further down the hallway. The servants hadn’t bothered to light any of the lamps that far along, so I wasn’t sure which room they went into. All we heard was a door creaking followed by a hushed giggle.
“Hey,” I protested. “Where do you guys think you’re going?”
“I think they went into Tabitha’s map room,” Sybil said as I set her down. “Or maybe the closet.”
“This is one of those times I miss electricity,” I sighed.
“I think I hear them,” Sybil whispered and then darted into the darkness.
“Sybil?” I murmured. “Oh, come on. Not you, too.”
I closed my eyes and heard murmuring coming from Tabitha’s map room. But part of me wanted to stay in the dark, so to speak. There was something super hot about knowing that I could chase my women around my giant estate.
“Girls?” I called out with a laugh. “Girls, where did you go?”
I heard the girls shuffling around a little more, and then the door creaked again. I could sense that there were people around me, but I didn’t know who was who. I growled happily as my cock twitched again. My pulse quickened as I heard the girls giggle in response.
“You can’t fool me, ladies,” I murmured. “I have super hearing, and super smell. I want you to show yourselves, or I’m going to have to catch you.”
I could sense a heartbeat to my left. Judging by the speed and the size of the creature, it must’ve been Imelda. She was by far the smallest of the girls, and she always had a field of energy about her since the Moon Goddess had changed her back into a human. It wasn’t something an ordinary person would probably notice, but my werewolf senses were tuned to her.
I felt her lift her arms in the air as if she was about to pounce. When her heartbeat reached an absolute peak, I dove to the left and grabbed her by the waist.
She squealed and then laughed as she squirmed in my arms, but then two more sets of hands pushed me against the wall.
“And that’s how Sir Henry Baker of New Jersey died,” Tabitha purred in the dark. “He was attacked by a band of vicious nymphs in the night.”
“Take me,” I said as a pair of long, elegant hands started to play with my hair. I knew that they were Sybil’s, but I liked playing along with the girls’ game.
The hands continued to crawl over me, and I took a deep breath as warm pleasure raced down my spine. I couldn’t get enough of these girls, and they couldn’t get enough of me, either.
I felt a pair of hands start to fondle my cock over my pants, and I took a deep breath. Another pair of hands started to snake around underneath my chainmail and slowly untucked my shirt from my pants.
I’d never felt pleasure like this before. I couldn’t see a damn thing, but I didn’t care.
I let one pair of hands pull my pants down as the others drew small circles up and down my chest with their delicate fingertips. I leaned back against the wall and heard my breath echo through the halls as the girls touched me all over.
I felt hot breath on my cock over my boxers, and a jolt of arousal raced up my spine. My cock was so hard that I thought I was going to explode.
“Mmmmm,” I heard a girl purr.
I started to feel around for their heads, and when I felt hair under my fingertips, I grabbed one mop of hair in one hand and one in the other. I could tell from the textures that the thick, curly hair in my right hand was Tabitha’s and the smooth, straight hair in my left belonged to Imelda.
“Fuck,” I murmured as the girls started to pull down my boxers. My member was as hard as a rock, and I needed satisfaction.
I felt Sybil’s elegant hands fasten around the base of my cock as she rubbed my member to the tip. My body felt like it was on fire, and I leaned back and took it all in.
“Do you like how that feels?” Sybil asked.
I felt like it was just some disembodied voice coming out of the dark. It was like I was in some kind of sensory deprivation tank, and it was hot as fuck.
“I love how you stroke my cock,” I breathed.
I felt hot breath against the tip of my member again, and then Sybil started to lick it.
“Fuck,” I murmured and took a sharp breath in.
The other two started to lick at my cock from either side, and I could barely hold myself up. The feeling of their warm, wet tongues against my hard cock was insane.
“That feels so good,” I told them, and I pulled the two girls whose hair I had in closer.
They continued to run their tongues from the base of my cock to the tip until I couldn’t take it any longer. I found Sybil’s head in the middle of the three girls and started to press her in deeper over my cock.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, and the vibrations from her throat massaged my member. Fuck. She felt so good.
She slid my cock deeper into her throat and sucked on it so hard that I felt like I was going to explode. Her warm, inviting mouth was so soft inside that I kept pushing deeper and deeper into it.
Sybil pulled back, but another mouth seemed to emerge out of nowhere and took me in instead.
“Mmmm,” I heard Tabitha moan, and a hand grabbed my cock. “I love how you taste,” she murmured, and she fastened her lips back around me and kept moving me in and out of her mouth.
I stared into the darkness and felt like all the blood in my body raced down into my cock. Imelda ran her hands over my back and stomach, and it was like I was being trapped in pure ecstasy.
If this was how Henry Baker met his end, then I was fucking loving every moment.
Tabitha continued to run my cock deeper and deeper into her throat until another voice popped up in the darkness.
“Mmmm, I want Henry,” I heard Imelda say. But instead of taking me in her mouth, she shuffled to stand.
I felt a pair of hands on my hip bones and heard her breathing get closer and closer to my ear.
“Hank,” she murmured, and just the feeling of her breath against the side of my neck made me shiver with pleasure.
“Yes, Imelda?” I asked.
“I want you to feel how wet I am,” she hissed, and she guided my hand to her perfect, hairless pussy.
Her skin was so soft and delicate that she reminded me of a rose petal. When my fingers reached her folds, she was practically dripping with juices.
“Oh,” I breathed, and I felt her lean in closer to me.
“I want you,” she murmured, and she started to trace her sharp fangs alongside my neck. Not hard enough to graze, but with enough pressure that it tickled in the hottest way possible.
“Yeah?” I said, and I swung her around and pressed her against the wall.
I tried to undo her shirt, but it was too dark, so I took it by the seam and ripped it open.
The fabric practically screamed, and I heard buttons clatter to the floor. But I wanted to fuck her right now, and I didn’t care if I made a hole in the wall.
The other girls giggled, and the sound of their voices echoed through the hallway. It was like I was in my own personal pleasure dome, and I fucking loved it.
I breathed down Imelda’s neck and felt her squirm under me as I kissed her neck, her collarbones, and her hard nipples.
“Oh, Hank,” she moaned, and she pressed me down to suck on her breasts.
I licked at her nipples as I fingered her wet, warm folds.
“Mmmmm,” she murmured, and she ran her hands through my hair and tightened her grip. “That feels so good.”
“You feel so good,” I said, and I pulled myself back up and reached for my cock.
I touched the tip of my cock against her slit and started to rub it around her clit.
“Oh,” she murmured into my ear.
The feeling of her wetness against my member was amazing. I felt a rush of heat race up and down my spine, and I finally pressed into her tight hole.
“Fuck,” I murmured into her neck, and I pumped into her warm, tight tunnel.
She was so soft and wet for me. I felt the walls of her tunnel tighten around my cock and pull me in even deeper.
“Hank,” she cried, and I grabbed underneath her legs and balanced her knees up so that I was holding her against the wall.
I felt a pair of hands snake around my back, and I loved that the other girls were there in the shadows.
“I love hearing you fuck Imelda,” Sybil said, and she bit at the back of my neck.
I shivered with pleasure as I continued to pump deeper and deeper into Imelda. She felt fucking amazing, I couldn’t get enough of her soft body.
“Hank,” she whispered into my ear as I pressed deeper inside her warm, ridged tunnel. I could begin to feel a warm ball of pleasure form a knot in my stomach as her tight pussy pulled me in deeper and deeper.
“You feel so good, Imelda,” I growled and squeezed her ass cheeks tight in my hands. Her soft skin was like dough in my hands, and I fucked her harder and harder until I felt like I was going to burst.
“Hank,” she breathed into my ear. “Hank, I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “Would you like that?”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Yes, yes.”
I could feel the inside of her pussy contract even tighter around my member until I felt like I was about to explode. It was complete ecstasy, and I felt like I was radiating with pleasure.
“I’m going to come inside you, Imelda,” I growled into her ear, and I pumped deeper and deeper inside her.
I could feel her pussy tighten around me even more until I finally came in her warm, wet tunnel. The warm knot of pleasure released, and for a moment I felt like I was glowing in pure bliss as Imelda shuddered underneath me.
“Hank,” she breathed, and I felt her perfect, naked body heave underneath me as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
For a moment we just stood there in total darkness until I felt a pair of hands along my back.
“We want you now, too,” Sybil purred into my ear, and she pulled me back into the dark void of the hallway.
I felt another pair of hands pull me down to the floor of the hallway. I knew that it was my house, but fucking in the middle of the hallway made me feel like I was doing something really really bad.
And I fucking loved it.
The girls pressed me onto my back as Tabitha started to claw her way up to my cock.
“I want you in my mouth again,” she said. “I want to taste Imelda on you.”
Fuck, that was hot as hell.
Tabitha fastened her mouth around my cock again and started to push me into the back of her throat. Even though I’d just fucked Imelda, I was already hard enough to go again. I didn’t know if it was my werewolf stamina or if my girls were just hot as hell, but I didn’t care.
I felt Sybil shuffle around over me until she whispered into my ear.
“I want you to taste me,” the witch said, and she moved around in the dark.
