The Beast’s Prey – Chapter 12: Prelude To War

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Abigail could hardly believe the prince’s words. She felt as if she was lost in a dream. The ape, adorned in silver armor, moved to the side of an enormous war table. The prince motioned Abigail to the side opposite the creature. Atop the display were wooden blocks of different sizes and shapes.The prince spread his hand over the pieces. “Before you is the situation we currently find ourselves in.”He met Abigail’s confused gaze with a comforting smile.”Not to worry, I am not one to lose. You have nothing to worry about. These are nothing more than minor annoyances.” The prince emphasized his point by picking up a small grey block. He rolled the piece around aimlessly in his hand before returning it to the table.”If only we all shared your optimism, sire.”The voice startled Abigail. She was surprised she had not noticed him before. As the creature approached the table, Abigail took note of its features. Standing on two legs was a beast that looked half man, half wolf. He sported a bushy tail that swished back and forth. His silver fur ran with streaks of black and grey. The creature had powerful muscular arms and a thick chest with pectorals that tightly filled his shirt. The wolf’s feet were bare. His black claws clicked on the floor as he drew near.Abigail found it difficult to tear her eyes away from the creature’s bulging sheath. The wolf wore a modest pouch that strained low from the heavy member wrapped inside. Abigail thought she could even make out the outlines of the creature’s large round balls bulging from within the material’s confines.”Ah, Desmond, good of you to join us.” The prince motioned the creature closer to the war table. “And how would YOU suggest dealing with our little annoyances?”Desmond picked up a grey block from the table. The tiny piece was swallowed by the creature’s massive hand. Abigail could hear the wood splinter into smaller fragments as the beast’s enormous fist snapped shut.”We deal with this as we would with any inferior creature. We must strike now, strike hard, and strike fast. It is the only way to show these Atlantians that we won’t be pushed around.””The Atlantians?” Abigail shot a confused look at the prince.Prince Reynauld paced around the war table as his hand Bolu Escort glided along the smooth wooden frame. He stared intently at the pieces before him, white and grey wooden blocks sprawled on the surface.”I’m told you encountered some of their kind at the lake. I believe you have some experience firsthand with these creatures.”Abigail froze, recalling the events of that horrible night. It was the last time she had laid eyes on Hunter and Zafael. She recalled the savage beauty of the mer-creatures, their nude bodies unashamedly on display.Abigail relived the night as if it was happening in slow motion. The wild, animalistic matings. The siren’s scream of pleasure as Hunter entered her. The merman’s erect rod, with its massive bulge that forced its way mercilessly into Zafael’s eager mound. She remembered the creatures drawing her two companions into the cold misty waters.”It would seem the memory has elicited some powerful feeling from you.”In an instant, Abigail was back in the throne room. She could feel the wolf’s breath on her neck as he chided her.Abigail was surprised to discover the creature was right. Her lower lips were glistening with the wetness of sex. She gasped as he deftly reached under her short dress, sliding an eager long finger into her love tunnel. She could feel herself become even more excited, electrified at the sudden presence of the beast’s finger molesting her opening. He withdrew slowly, causing Abigail to let out a small moan as she drenched his finger in relief and ecstasy.Desmond brought the hand to his snout, fangs opening wide as his tongue lapped the wetness from his finger. He flashed a wicked grin at Abigail, clearly pleased with her taste.”Your body is eager, no?””Please stay on track, Desmond,” the prince scolded the wolf. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”Abigail blushed, feeling vulnerable and exposed in the sexy low-cut dress amongst the lascivious attention of the male creatures. Did the prince also guess at the wetness between her folds?The sudden thought caused Abigail to feel even more turned on, thinking about what it would be like to command the prince’s attention. Or to take the wolf and the prince at once, filling all her Bolu Escort Bayan holes in an orgy of lust and sex.Abigail again directed her attention to the prince, “What do the Atlantians want from you?”The prince looked toward Abigail, his eyes not seeing her but rather seeing something she could not. Perhaps a memory? His face changed to an expression that was hard for Abigail to read. She wasn’t sure if it was sadness, guilt, or regret. When the prince spoke again, his voice was soft, sullen, almost whispering.”They want what they cannot have, what isn’t theirs. Not anymore.”The rest of the day was a blur to Abigail. The creatures in the throne room argued off and on with the prince on the proper course of action in the upcoming conflict. It was all too much for Abigail to make sense of. Before she knew it, night had once again descended.Abigail stared out into the evening darkness through the large window of the castle throne room. She could see the well-manicured gardens of the castle yard. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves. They swirled in a lazy dance under the moonlight. The bushes and trees cast long shadows amongst the dirt and stone paths.Abigail sighed. The darkness was pleasant, calm, and alluring. She wondered what had indeed happened to Zafael and Hunter. Would she ever see them again? Were they now involved in the Atlantian conflict with the prince and the creatures here in the castle?A sudden howl outside caught her attention. Abigail perked up at the noise. It was all the excuse she needed to escape from the throne room and the endless prattling of politics and strategy.”If you all will excuse me, I think I need some fresh air.”Abigail excused herself, though the prince and his citizens were too involved in their discussions to pay her any mind. Before she knew it, Abigail had successfully navigated the castle walls, finding the grand entrance to the outdoor gardens.Tall bushes and rows of flowers dotted the many paths. Abigail once again heard the howl, this time seeming much closer. It didn’t sound dangerous, but exotic. She could hear yearning and desire fused together in the wail. It spurred Abigail on. She quickened her pace, moving curtly around bushes, through Escort Bolu stone paths, and over small wooden bridges that connected the gardens. It wasn’t long before she found herself hopelessly lost.Abigail searched desperately, hoping to find the exit or the source of the howls. Every turn in the maze was a new opportunity and a new disappointment. Abigail was beginning to get tired, her feet aching from the white heels. What’s worse, she felt a familiar fullness in her bladder.A light breeze picked up, reminding Abigail again of her thin white dress and how little it covered. She shifted uncomfortably in the material. She knew she didn’t have time to return to the castle, so she settled on doing her business there. Crouching down at the corner of some large bushes, she squatted, legs opened wide as she balanced precariously on four-inch heels.Abigail moaned as her release felt almost like sexual relief. A stream of yellow gushed out from her parted lower lips, puddling up on the ground in front of her. She felt a sexual thrill at being exposed outside. Her legs splayed open, her lips spread, baring the mysteries of her inner sex. She felt the stream slow to a trickle, and all too soon she was done. Abigail stood up quickly, rearranging her dress to cover her exposed mound. As she did so, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the grass behind her.Spinning around, Abigail spotted a pair of feral, dangerous-looking wolves. They walked on two legs, like Desmond. However, they were more hunched over, lurching as they approached. Their furs were dark brown, matted with mud, and god knows what else. Drool dripped from their partially opened snouts, fangs exposed, threatening with a low growl as they eyed their prey. The red-pink tips emerged as their sexes were becoming aroused. The large girthy members sprouted slowly, slick pre-cum wetting the appendages as they grew to an enormous meaty size.Abigail’s breath caught in her throat, frozen at the site of the beasts. They moved almost like the creatures of the castle. Yet they seemed wilder, overtaken by animalistic instinct. Abigail didn’t have to wonder at their intentions. Their tools were on full display, twitching and pulsing, filled with the heat of wild lust. Abigail swallowed hard, eyeing the enormous knots at the base of the male’s sex. The round lumps were easily the size of her fist. Abigail could feel her lower mound become aroused. Was it even possible for her to take something that big?

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