The Prince(ss)'s Night Out






            I stirred suddenly from my sleep, kicking away my bedsheets as I heard a strange noice from my room's balcony. I had just enough time to swing my feet down to the floor before the doors to my balcony swung open, revealing perhaps the largest wolf I'd ever seen. He was dressed partly in armor, though his best was opened to bare a toned and chiseled chest, muscle visible through his chest fluff. Had my heart not been beating fast at the sight of a strange man breaking into my room in the dead of the night, it might have been stirring in my breast for much less fearful reasons.


              "You have five seconds to leave before I call my Kingsguard and he skewers you like the dog you are." I say calmly to the intruder, careful not to show my fear. He tilts his head a little at the remark, giving a rather, well, wolfish smile before speaking in a gruff voice. "I don't think I will. After all, I've climbed quite a ways to get to the bedchambers of the fairest maiden in the land." Arceus, were I not in danger, I'd definitely be appreciating this man's smooth charm.


               As I opened my mouth to scream for Sol, the large wolf snapped his fingers, and I drew in breath and……..


               Wait….. I was….. what was I doing? My eyes refocused, looking at the man. I was…… I was listening to this big wolf, that's what I was doing! I'm sure he'd say something now, something that would clear away this strange fog from my thoughts and help me feel nice…..


               "Hello, Princess." he said, and I struggled not to melt. "You're going to go on a date with me." Of course I was, how could I not? Such a handsome, chiseled form, massive and powerful, but so gentle as he approached, tilting my chin up and kissing my forehead with a gentleness at odds with his titanic stature. I nodded meekly as he started to pull something purple and pink. "But first….."




20 Minutes Later




                 I clung to my date's arm as we walked down the road towards town, the warm light of oil lanterns flickering in the distance as we got closer. "I hope you're excited, Princess. You're in for quite the evening. Even got you a dress, special for the occasion." He had, and it was beautiful. Pink silk that hugged my arms and legs, showing of my slender limbs, and a beautiful dress with a collar of such warm and soft fur, the purple satin of the dress displaying my feminine curves and just barely keeping my decency. Which was good, as my date had not given me underwear, and I shivered as a cool breeze blew up my skirt, chilling my most sensitive areas.


                  "Yes, sir. I am in for quite the evening." I answered, and the big wolf frowned. Oh no! Had I said something to offend my date? Was he displeased with me? Maybe I-


                 He snapped his fingers, the crisp sound echoing through my head, and…… oh, dear Arceus, I was clinging to the arm of my kidnapper! I backed away, glaring at him. "What the hell was that?"


                 "A geas, Princess. My apologies, but I needed you out of the castle without a fuss. I do swear on my honor I will see you home before sunrise, and you'll enjoy your time." I stared daggers at him. "I am not a princess, I am a prince and rightful heir to the-" He interrupted me, lifting the front of my dress, revealing my bits to the world. "Ah, my mistake. Such princely pride and power makes it clear what a strong and potent ruler you are." He says with a shit-eating grin. "Truly, the one inch scepter of a man of great stature." 


                 My face went crimsom as I tugged my dress down, covering my shame as he released it, his point made. "It's cold out….." I mutter in defense. "….and it gets bigger….." "I'm sure it does, Princess." He says with a chuckle. "Now, you have two choices. I can take you back to your stuffy tower where you'll be bored out of your mind, or…… I can take you to my favorite tavern, and show you the best time of your life."


                 My face still burned with embarrassment as he made this ultimatum, and I opened my mouth to demand he return me at once, before closing it again. Would it really be so bad? It wasn't like he was going to harm me, or he would have already. The dress and makeup he'd had me put on suggested that he did not wish for me to be recognized. And he was right, all that awaited me at the castle was boring matters of state. It couldn't hurt to indulge in this strange man's whims for one night, could it?


                "You're a mercenary?" I asked the wolf. Though he towered over me, his presence never felt threatening as he answered. "A few weeks ago, you would have been right. Very perceptive of you. But I've recently found more stable, honest, and more importantly, honorable work." I nodded. I could tell in the way he carried himself, and the armor he wore, that he had been a sellsword. Many people looked down on them, but for every disreputable cutthroat doing whatever got them a few silver, there were just as many honorable men doing what they could to survive in a rough world that often forced them to throw aside their better principles. I had a feeling this wolf was the latter rather than the former.


                 I gave a sigh. "What is your name?" He gave me a small smile before answering. "Fenris. Fenris Hrodvitr." Hrodvitr. A somewhat common name among some of the peasantry. It made his previous career as a mercenary much more impressive, being low born. He'd had to have taught himself how to fight, and been good enough at it to not just survive, but garner attention and therefore business.


                 I held out my arm to him. "Very well, hedge knight. But I warn you, you've already done enough that a word from me would have all of my father's wrath upon you. There would be no cave or crevasse deep enough to hide you, no rock which you could hide under where he would not find you. And the things he would do to you would make beheading you and displaying your corpse at the gates until the birds pick it clean look like a mercy." He didn't flinch at this, not that I expected him to. " Then I suppose I'll have to make sure you have a pleasant time, Princess." He answered swauvely as he took my arm, and we continued our journey.


                  "Where are we going, Fenris?" I asked. "Call me Fen. And we're going to the Withered Sceptile." 


                  Dear Arceus, he was taking me to a mercenary bar.




5 Minutes Later




                   As Fen entered, with me still on his arm, there were many cheers through the racous, warmly lit tavern, along with waves, and the odd remark on the 'comely lass' on his arm that made my face go red. I clung tightly to Fen as I felt their lecherous gazes on me. Fen took it all in stride, raising an arm before escorting me to a table. "No touching Princess, you scoundrels!" He called out in a cheerful voice. "She's worth more than you could ever hope to afford!" 
                   Did he just tell this entire bar I was a courtesan? I… yes. He had. And I was pretty much forced to go along with it, even as my cheeks burned with embarrassment, lest my identity be discovered.


                     "Ah, you've been acting all high and mighty since you landed that cushy guard job!" one patron called out. "She looks like the prince!" Another shouted, making my heart stop beating. Had I already been found out?


                    "Why do you think she's so expensive?" Fenris called back to him. "She's a favorite among the nobles for a reason!" Arceus, I couldn't help but admire how smoothly he said that, and to my relief it seems the entire bar bought the lie. "Why ain't ye in yer chambers fooking 'er brains out, 'en?" asked a particularly charming fellow who was missing several teeth, to the nods and approval of the bar. "Classless bastards, all a ya'!" Fen said in a jovial shout as he sat me on his lap, signaling for two tankards, which were quickly put in front of us. "A lass this fine isn't some five copper whore giving you a quick tug in an alley! She's a treasure, she is, and she deserves a night out! Isn't that right, Princess?" he asked, and I nodded meekly as he lifted a tankard to my lips, tilting it as I obediently opened my lips.


                     I expected to hate the taste, being nothing like the carefully made and aged wines I was used to, and though it was very different, and burned almost all the way down, it had a surprisingly rich and earthy flavor, with quite a bit of sweetness. Also, it was absurdly strong. Just a few swallows made my head feel quite fuzzy, and Fen held it up to my lips for a few more seconds, making me down almost half of it in one go, before he removed the tankard, downing the rest himself. I steadied myself with my hands on the table as the room spun. "Fairies, never can hold their mead." I heard a patron chuckle before Fen slammed the empty tankard down amid cheers.


                 "I bet you're not impaling her right now cuz your sword bent. Am I right?" a rather smug voice called out from the bar. Fen's eyes narrowed at that before he spoke. "You're a bastard, Tom, and I've run men through for less." he said, some of that easygoing cheer gone for a moment before he chuckled. "You're lucky I love you like a brother, or you'd be getting a gut full of steel rather than Princess getting a bellyful." Wait, what?


                 I had barely any time to register what had been said before I was pushed up onto the table, my legs hanging off as I bent at the waist, before my feet found the floor. There was a momentary sound of leather sliding along leather, before something hot, heavy, and absolutely massive flopped down on my back, reaching almost to up between my shoulder blades, the entire bar going silent. "You know this blade never fails, and it always finds its mark." He adjusted me quickly, placing me with my legs pressed together, arms braced against the table, before he leaned over my back, whispering in my ear. "Hold tight, Princess. Daddy's about to make a proper lass out of you."


                   The silence was broken with cheers and whoops as what could only be Fen's manhood sledged my cheeks open like a battering ram plowing through my helpless gates. I still wasn't quite sure what was happening, only just realizing that I now had an almost complete stranger's huge cock splitting me in half, and stood at this angle, the entire bar could see my exposed groin, the dress doing nothing to cover my bits.


                 "He made it halfway on the first go!" A patron cheered, though it sounded strangely distant as Fen slowly pulled back. Ha….. halfway? No, it couldn't be possible that all that meat inside me was only….. 


                 I gave a decidedly undignified squeal as he sunk even more inside me on his second thrust, and I felt so impossibly full. I wanted to reach down, to see if I could feel his manhood flexing through my belly, but my arms felt like lead, only able to brace for the next earth-shattering thrust as he placed a hand on the table to my right, making another deep, powerful push forward.


                I realized suddenly that I had pushed back to meet him, desperate to receive more of his breeding rod, much to the delight of the patrons, who I heard only dimly through the sound of blood pumping through my head, and the lewd noises of Fen laying claim to my body. "She takes it like a champ!" Fen cheers, bringing a blush to my cheeks as my eyes stare blankly ahead, unable to focus. Every last bit of my senses I had left were focused on that heated rod, and I could probably identify it blindfolded with ow clear of an impression it was leaving on my insides. Time seemed to almost slow down, keeping pace with the movement of his hips.


               My world shrank down to the in and out movements as he sawed away at my backdoor, soon fitting that entire cock inside me despite the size mismatch, much to the delight of those distant bar patrons. My eyes focus enough to see gold being laid out one table over, bets being made. 'How long would the little lass last under the not so tender affections of the big bad wolf?' seemed to be the thing being bet on the most, although they'd seemed to have set up another category as well, 'Will she take the knot?' I observed all this with almost detachment, all my senses stolen away by the pounding of my backside, though my brain hitched as I read the word 'knot' written on their crudely made sign. Sweet Arceus, would be try to knot me? Could I even fit that? Just his cock was larger around then both my fists, he would probably be trying to shove a bulb as wide around as my head inside me.


               I felt my body jerk, my pleasure speaking as my mouth hung open, panting for air as an orgasm tore through me, my cute little dick leaking as I shuddered and rode through Fen's passionate thrusts, squeezing around him as he grunted behind me, eliciting some very feminine moans from me. Money changed hands as he continued to lay pipe in me, some cursing their luck while others celebrating their winnings. Fen lifted a tankard to my lips, and I gulped the mead down as he continued to ram me like a maiden on her wedding night. And then I felt it.


             His knot. It had barely started to inflate, and yet I feared there was no way it could possibly fit, yet Fen's hips seemed to have no questions of my capacity as they rammed at my tender flesh, working what felt like at least two feet of hot male density in and out of me at a rapid pace, pushing more insistently each time he lunged inward, grinding my poor hole into open, stretched compliance with his bitch breaking bulb. It pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until finally-


             My vision went white, head ringing as his widest point slipped past my rim, and the rest popped inside. That was it. I was this wolf's bitch now, literally stuck to his groin until he was finished with me. The thought was accompanied by a screaming orgasm, my high pitch surprising even me as I gave an imploring cry to Arceus above. I suppose I got an answer as Fen ground himself into me a few more times before a thick, powerful jet erupted inside me, a powerful spray of potent male seed coating my insides, slowly starting to round out my belly as my senses started to return. 


              There was joyous laughter and cheers through the bar as every man celebrated Fen's conquest of my most sacred depths, and though it brought heat to my cheeks, I was both too drunk and too well fucked to care that several dozen men had watch me be defiled in public and cum like a woman twice. Fen, now that he was emptying the contents of what felt like two small cannonballs in my gut, sat me down in his lap and began to tenderly stroke my hair. "Good girl, Princess." He said, making my heart flutter, even as a little drool ran from the corner of my mouth, which he politely wiped away. The rest of the night was a drunken blur, more mead, dancing with numerous strange men, many compliments and gropes, but the only man to put his cock in me was Fen. And Arceus above, did that man put his cock in me. He claimed me in every conceivable manner, and many of them twice, never seeming to run out of stamina or seed. The last thing I remembered was kneeling with my lips kissing his knot and his shaft filling my throat, his gentle hand on the back of my head.




Several Hours Later




             I awoke in my bed, completely naked and rather sore. That was nothing, though, compared to the pounding in my head, and I flinched as the light filtering through the windows struck my eyes like a lance. Dear Arceus, how much had I drank? And… how much had I…… 'drank'? Looking down, I noticed my normally flat and toned belly was gently rounded out, and I quickly realized there was something hard occupying my rear as well. Shuffling to my bathroom, I stood in my tub, reaching between my cheeks and tugging out a sizeable plug. I may not have been a courtesan, but I felt like a cheap whore as Fen's cream poured from my backside and down my inner thighs, and I took a quick bath, cleaning myself of the evidence of my rather enjoyable night, as well as tenderly inspecting the damage, which was not nearly as bad as I had feared, the soreness was minimal for having repeatedly accepted something so large up there, and I was already tightening back up. I stiffly donned some clothes before there was a knock on the door, the loud noise making me cringe in pain.


                "Come in, but please… keep your voice down……" I called out, and Sol stepped in, giving a dutiful bow. "Yes, my prince. Your father has said he has no need of you for the day-" "Excellent." I interrupted. "Then I am going back to bed." "But he does request one thing, my Prince." Sol continued. "He has determined you need another Kingsguard, serving under myself, and has made a selection. He wishes you to evaluate his choice." Sol gestured to someone out of view, and in stepped….. Fen? But… how? He was….. 


                  He wore that trademark rakish grin, and as stoic as Sol was, he had a small smile as well. Bastard. Though I couldn't be too angry, as, as Fen had promised, I had had an incredible time last night, even if it hadn't been a…… 'standard' date, per say. I gave them both a little smile in return. 


                  "Very well. Instruct the servants that I will have no need of them for the rest of the day, they may return home with full pay for the day. And return quickly, I will need your assistance in evaluating this candidate, and I fear it may take all day, mayhaps even all night." The pair of idiots' grins grew wider. "Yes, my Prince." Sol said as he all but bolted out of the room as Fen approached. "Nice to make your acquaintance, Princess Aren…." Fen said as he tilted my head up, meeting my lips with a kiss.












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