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I put one leg up on my bed, spread my hips and thrusting them forward, so they could all see my delicate little flower—the one that Lysander had decreed was indeed virginal.

“What about this?” I asked breathlessly. “Are you satisfied with this?”

I spread my lips so that they could see how my skin went from dark and tawny on the outside to pink inside. I had had my handmaidens shave my fully the night before and so I must have looked like a girl child to them—but a girl child with all the desirable aspects of a woman to offer and more.

“Very much so,” Lysander grunted, starting to look a little uncomfortable. I smiled. For all his swagger and confidence, he also wasn’t used to having a girl offer herself up so willingly. Maybe this would still be fun…

I ran a finger from the base of my pussy up to my clit, gasping a little as it shot rhythms of electricity and pleasure through my entire body, causing my muscles to tighten delightfully and shake.

“Just like that?” I asked, not really sure what I was referring to.

“Yes,” Lysander grunted.  “More.” He began to undo his loincloth. It dropped to the floor, revealing his massive cock and gods, I didn’t even want to think about how I would be taking that. It was huge—as long as a small dog, and almost as thick, with a big, cruel knot at the base, as if it really dig belong to a hound or a wolf. And the others would be almost as big, I was sure…

Placing my hands on the bend, I turned around and bent over, so they could admire my shapely butt. I spread my cheeks, revealing both of my tight holes from behind to them. I was sure they would bugger me—they probably did that to boys they took prisoner, as most soldiers did, so why wouldn’t they do it to me? My mother had warned me that my husband might someday expect me to do that, to accept his cock wherever he wanted, acting like a submissive sheath which would coat and pleasure his meat in any way demanded. She had advised me to start preparing for it and occasionally, when bathing, I would press my fingers into my back hole, imagining what it would feel like to have a giant cock pressed inside of me. But, nothing as big as this…

I slid my finger over my pussy and then over my tight asshole, imagining what they could be thinking. Were they imagining piling on top of me, bending me in every way possible, driving their rods into my body: into my mouth, my pussy, between my breasts? I couldn’t help but get wet at the thought. In fact, I realized that my pussy was leaking down my legs. I blushed a little but of course, I was turned around, so they couldn’t see me…

Then, I felt it. Lysander’s cock, pressed against my tight pussy, the tip just barely starting to slide in.

“It’s quite noble, what you’re willing to do for your city,” he growled. The head was inside. I gasped, my fingers tightening on the bed. Instinctively, my hips pressed back into his. I would have to control that. I couldn’t have him thinking that I wanted this. Even though, honestly, I did. Somehow, I much preferred these men to my father. They were respectful and powerful and confident and honest. They were loyal and, I sensed, perhaps even kind, beneath their fierce, warrior exteriors. Maybe they didn’t rape and pillage after a battle—maybe they were uncomfortable because they could never find any girl who wanted them because what girl wouldn’t be terrified of them?

“Thank you, your majesty,” I whimpered, feeling him slide himself deeper and deeper in. Oh, god, but it was good, even if it hurt. I was so tight and he was stretching me out, spreading my pussy apart, all but tearing it apart. I groaned and gasped, whimpering and not even bothering to control my hips, pressing back into his cock.

“This city does not deserve you. And certainly, that lout of a man, your father, does not deserve you for a daughter or a princess,” Lysander growled, gripping me tightly around the hips, so tight that it hurt, so tightly that it would bruise, as he drove his rod into me, penetrating me, impaling me, impaling me like a I was a big on a spit or a skewer held over fire and the men around me were watching hungry, waiting to feast on my tender flesh…

I could only moan in response to Lysander’s observation. He stopped pressing in and began to slowly remove his length before driving it in again, starting to pump me, each time stretching my sopping cunt wider, working my muscles.

“Oooooh… gods…” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut, tears dribbling down my cheeks. My pussy squeezed him so tightly that he began to fuck me harder, as if trying to make up for the increased resistance. I felt like he was tearing me apart and I wanted more, more, more! I pressed my hips back further, groaning, and I hit a rhythm with him, his cock driving into me and sliding in deeper and deeper with each thrust.

I allowed myself to open my eyes for a second and I gasped: all the wolves were standing around me and the bed, their cocks out. Yet they weren’t touching their dicks: they were just watching, enjoying the sight, cruel smiles on the faces, waiting for their chance. As rough as this fucking was, what would happen when Lysander literally threw me to the wolves…

“Wine and refreshments,” came a voice from outside. The door opened and through my tears, I recognized one of my hand maidens bringing in a platter of roasted lamb and another bringing a great vat of wine. Their mouths fell open wide as they saw me, their mistress, bent over like a common whore, receiving a giant cock into her tightest, most sacred of place. Lysander winked at them and slapped my ass, eliciting a quick screech from my lips.

The girls darted out of the room, either unable to watch or, more likely, afraid that they would be co-opted into fun.

Lysander was pounding me now, but despite how hard and rough his strokes were, I could tell that he was exercising restraint, not fucking me as hard as he could. I whimpered, squeezed the sheets again as Lysander gripped my tits, squeezing them hard. I yelped and pressed my chest into his big, warm hands.

“Harder!” I demanded. “Harder! I am your princess, and I demand that you take me like a man, not a dog!”

Lysander let out a roaring laugh and slammed me hard… So hard that it sent the knot of his cock into my tightness. I screamed and bit down on the sheets, my pussy muscles squeezing his flesh. I knew there was no chance of me getting away now… He had claimed me. I was his until he came.

I only knew vaguely what that entailed. I knew that a man planted his seed in a woman, much like a farmer sows his seeds in his field, but beyond that metaphor, there was little that I knew. But, I supposed, I was about to find out firsthand what it really meant…

“Is this hard enough for you, little princess?” growled the wolf warrior. “Is this what you wanted? Did you want to be torn apart?!”

“Yes!” I screamed through my tears. “Yes, make me yours! I’m a slave to your wolf pack.”

The other wolves chuckled with delight. They had begun to tuck into the meat and wine and I was glad for it—I felt less awkward with them eating and drinking instead of just watching me. One of them grabbed me by the hair and tilted my head up. He emptied a glass of wine down my throat and I gargled it appreciatively, for my throat was sore from screaming and I knew the wine would dull the pain a bit.

Still, Lysander kept up his assault on my pussy, driving his rod into me over and over, his knot pulsing in my hole, making me scream through the wine. His fingernails dug into my skin, all but drawing blood, but I didn’t care. This big, beautiful Spartan werewolf was claiming me and I wasn’t about to disappoint him.

And then I felt it: what I had been waiting for this entire time. His cock exploded inside of me, spilling his seed into me, spilling his seed as if I were a field that he was sowing. I groaned with each spurt of his fertile cum, groaned as it filled me up. If I survived this… Would I give birth to Lysander’s child? I couldn’t think about this right now but there was no way I would survive the night and no be pregnant, my belly swelling with a little werewolf child, just waiting to tear his way into existence…

Lysander’s growls turned into a howl that let the entire palace know what was happening. It let the entire palace know that their princess was being used, that her insides were being stretched and filled with hot cum. Could they tell what it meant? Could they hear my screams and sighs over Lysander’s?

Finally, he pulled his cock out of me. It flopped out, having grown somewhat flaccid post-fucking. I was exhausted from that pounding. I wanted to collapse but I knew I couldn’t. I knew I had to keep serving these insatiable wolves, if only for the benefit of my people.

Immediately, I forced myself to my feet. I got on my knees in front of Lysander, face to face with his slick, messy cock. Even soft, I couldn’t imagine that I had taken that huge thing inside of my tightness. It was a magnificent specimen of flesh, long and veined, with an angry red, swollen cockhead. I grasped it with trembling fingers, as if I were holding a holy relic. I ran my soft, pink tongue along his shaft, eliciting pleased sighs from his mouth as I used my own to pleasure his length. My tongue gloried in the powerful veins and the flesh along his meaty rod. I would slide from the base of his cock up to the swollen cockhead, finally taking it in my mouth, swirling my hungry tongue around him as I eased his cock down my throat.

I began to bob my head as the servant girls had imitated one another doing. Of course, I had never attempted anything like this before. I had never even kissed a man and, I couldn’t help but remember, I still hadn’t, because neither Lysander, nor any of these beasts had deigned to kiss me yet. Or perhaps they didn’t feel it within their right? Regardless, this was a subject about which I was totally ignorant. I was determined to give it my all, however, and I bobbed my head, letting his cock slide as far back down my throat as I could manage, gurgling as it gagged my ever so slightly.

Lysander groaned in delight, running his fingers through my hair, thrusting his hips ever so slightly into my throat. His fingers tightened in my hair and I whimpered onto his cock, before suddenly, he forced me off his cock and back onto the bed.

He pushed my legs back and leaned into me, pressing his cock this time against my asshole. Well, this was it—what my mother had warned me about. I squeezed my eyes shut and there it was, his cockhead sliding into my tight, puckered hole, spreading me open as if gutting me, his length claiming the tightest, most vulnerable spot on my body. I let out a strangled cry as my muscles gave up their resistance and his dick invaded me, breaking through my flesh and impaling me. My heart was pounding and it beat a tattoo in my skull as if I had the drums of war leading troops into battle right there, inside my skull. Lysander leaned forward and his lips claimed mine in a soul-searing kiss.

So. This. This is what they were talking about, when girls and poets speak of love and kissing. This is what people fight about. This is why Paris stole Helen and why Agamemnon and Ajax and all those heroes raised hell across the sea to get her back.

It was like hot, spicy honey was being poured directly down my throat as he kissed me, his tongue digging into my lips, suckling at my lower lip and drinking in my mouth, drinking in my essence. I’m sure he could taste his own cock on my lips, and by extension, his cum and my juices. It was enough to distract me from the searing pain that spread from my ass as his cock invaded me, driving into my narrow chamber, my tight hole stretched lewdly around his thick shaft.

Lysander pulled his hot lips off mine.

“The little wench needs more wine,” he announced. Laughing, one of the other wolves brought the cup back over and emptied it into my mouth. I glugged it down as best I could, swallow the sweet, vaguely acrid liquid as Lysander’s cock plunged into me, plumping my tight depths, driving into me, shredding my innards in the most pleasing, most delicious way possible. His lips began to suckle and assault my nipples, teasing them and sliding across them, his tongue swirling around them as his cock pumped me. He dropped a hand down and slid a few fingers into my pussy, which were then followed by a few more and before I knew what was happening, he had his entire hand up to his wrist inside my pussy. My ass and my pussy were being violated by this Spartan werewolf and I was totally helpless! Not there I wanted to do anything about it… The things I do for my people, after all.

I groaned as Lysander made a fist inside my pussy, pounding and punishing my tight channels. His hand inside my pussy almost certainly made my ass tighter for him and I groaned, my body accepting his length and his fist without question, my eyes squeezed shut.

Then, I felt his cock begin to pulse inside of me. He was cumming again! I groaned as I felt his cock, sticky cum invade my ass, burning and sticking to the walls of my ass. I sighed and thrashed from side to side, groaning as he came.