Chapter 2

Esmerelda gazed out her hut windows at her sleeping flock with a frown. Her flock's vulnerability had been laid bare earlier that week when the youngest lamb was taken. She cared for all her sheep, but when that lamb was slaughtered, she could barely sleep. Her past days had been spent keeping a vigilant watch over the flock to ensure no more met its fate. It weighed heavy on her mind and heavier still on her eyes. She bowed her head to pray for the bastard's success in slaying the vile predator.

*knock knock knock*

The shepherdess's head turned to the knocking on her door. “One moment!” she called as she got up from her chair and walked to the door. Opening it, she found a familiar visage staring back at her, eyes glimmering in the moonlight.

“Good evening, fair shepherdess,” Lawrence said with a smile as he gazed over the beauty before him. Her form was petite and pleasant to the eyes. She lacked the curves of his mate earlier in the night, but she had a charming face, which was framed nicely by her snowy hair, whose color and texture competed with her flock for inviting softness. She dressed in a woman's common dress and frock, which added to her natural charm.

However, such charm was tempered by a stoic attitude. The sun necklace around her neck showed devotion to The'oth in mind, body, and spirit. Even the most charming knight would be hard-pressed to bed her, but Lawrence radiated confidence that night.

“May I come in?” Lawrence requested, still beaming a charming smile, as he subtly started secreting pheromones from his pores meant to wear down a potential mate's defenses.

Esmerelda shook her head. “I'm sorry, Sir Lawrence, but it would be unbecoming of a lady to allow a man into her home at this hour. The'oth does not bless those who invite temptation. May I ask how your quest has gone?” She asked as she subtly fanned herself. The night air seemed peculiarly warm to her.

“Of course, my lady,” Lawrence replied politely as he leaned into the woman's doorframe while the pheromones did their work. “You will be glad to hear that your flock is now safe. It took much effort from me, but you need not worry any longer.”

Esmerelda clapped her hands together. “Oh, happy night. I will finally be able to sleep soundly again,” she exclaimed with a giggle as a layer of fog slowly took root in her head. “Though I suppose a valiant knight such as yourself had little trouble hunting the foul beast.”

Lawrence tried to stop himself from smiling too widely as he watched the shepherdess's mannerisms change. His pheromones were making quick work of his prey, and her reserved nature had melted away. 

“Well, to describe it would be to boast,” Lawrence replied with a sigh. “However, it has left me quite drained, and I have another two miles of walking to return to the castle town, and so I must be off.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Esmerelda purred before she could think about the words coming from her mouth. “Perhaps I was a bit cruel denying my brave knight a respite before he journeys forth. Please forgive my prior transgression and come in. I shall bring some refreshments.”

Lawrence grinned as he watched his powers take hold over the innocent shepherdess. “Thank you, dear lady,” he said as he strolled into the quaint hut following Esmerelda. He admired her arse as it swayed teasingly, her restrained gait having given way to an exaggerated sashay. “It's not common for me to receive such kindness, especially from one as lovely as yourself.”

Esmerelda didn't try to stifle her giggle; a rosy blush spread across her normally pale cheeks. “Well, others may not appreciate the company of a charming, handsome knight, but I certainly will,” she said as she pulled a chair out from her kitchen table.

Lawrence sat back in the small wooden chair. “You are quite the charmer yourself and a caring host, from what I see. I imagine your sheep rarely are tempted to leave the flock with such an attentive caretaker keeping watch over them.”

Esmerelda giggled again. “I haven't had a sheep wander from the flock yet,” she boasted as she opened a cabinet and pulled a bottle of mead from the top shelf. The warmth she felt concentrating within her breasts and nethers tickled her senses playfully. Her nipples had become erect while thoughts of seeing Lawrence naked entered her head. She blushed hard as she retrieved two glasses from her cupboard. 

Lawrence tried not to grin too much as he watched Esmerelda reach up and grab her glasses. Her movement was loose and flirty, contrasting with her earlier reserved and cautious character. The pheromones had methodically stripped away her inhibitions, and she arrived back to the table with a sultry smirk and half-lidded eyes.

“Were I a barkeep, I would cut you off before we started, " he joked as he held out a glass for Esmerelda, which she filled with a grin. “What is such a pious girl like yourself doing with mead anyway?”

Esmerelda gave a naughty grin as she filled her own glass. She delicately took a swig before answering with a naughty grin. “Even a good girl has her indulgences.”

“Well, I question how much of a good girl you are,” Lawrence replied with a predatory smile before taking his own swig. His eyes drifted down to the visible nipples poking through the thin fabric of his prey's dress. 

“Well, we can make tonight a change of routine for both of us, Lawrence,” she said as she finished her first glass.

For the next several hours, the two spoke and flirted. Lawrence regaled Esmerelda with his successful hunts. The fog in Esmerelda's mind soon overtook her completely. The normally reserved and meek shepherdess found herself groping Lawrence's muscles and biting her lip as they drank, laughed, and bonded. Hours passed, and Lawrence watched as the night grew darker outside. Finishing his last glass, he stood up from the table.

“It's been quite a delight, Esmerelda, but I must make leave for the castle. My family will question my absence if I do not return by noon tomorrow,” Lawrence said with a sigh. “Thank you for your hospitality. I would much enjoy your company again in the future.”

“Wait!” Esmerelda pouted, rising to her feet and grabbing Lawrence's hand. “The roads must be dangerous at this hour. Surely you would prefer to stay!”

Lawrence chuckled. “Stay the night? Miss, I feel as if we were to stay together any longer, that we would soon commit sin together.”

Esmerelda paused, her mind racing. The knight was right, she had intended to bed the bastard that night. Almost as if sensing her reservation, the fog in her head poured into every wrinkle of her mind. Her prior guarded and reserved nature was but a flickering wisp next to a burning flame of desire. She gazed lovingly at the handsome specimen before her, her vagina aching and growing moist as she stared. “Has he always been so handsome?” she wondered as she stared into his yellow eyes. Her mouth again began moving on its own.

“I don't care, just fuck me,” she whispered, trying not to let Lawrence hear her desperation as her eyes sank to the floor.

“What was that, miss?” Lawrence teased with a smirk. “I would certainly not make a woman commit sin before The'oth who could not voice their desires above a whisper.”

Esmerelda glared at Lawrence and spoke louder. “I want to bed you tonight,” she said plainly toward the grinning bastard.

“Miss, you still seem to be holding back,” he said in the same teasing voice. “I couldn't possibly…” he started before Esmerelda lunged at him and pressed her lips hungrily to his. He laughed into her mouth and returned the kiss passionately as he held the fair woman close. After a few moments where only the sounds of their lips filled the room, Esmerelda pulled away with a pleading expression.

“Sir Lawrence, my utmost desire is to lay with you tonight. I want you to make passionate love to me until I can no longer walk. I want my voice to be so hoarse from screaming your name in pleasure that The'oth himself will know of our lovingmaking. I want you to rut me like my rams rut our fertile sheep,” she pleaded to him.

Lawrence smiled and responded with a simple answer. “Where's the bed?”

Esmerelda threw herself back into Lawrence's arms and kissed him again. Lawrence ran his hands up her back as they locked lips, finding the strings that held her simple dress together and undid them delicately. Esmerelda pulled away from the kiss, allowing her dress to fall as she did, revealing her body to him. 

Her nipples stood erect on cute, small breasts which tapered down her small and muscular waist, hardened by the diligent work of watching her flock. Her hips flowed out from there, her buttocks supple and soft in appearance, which pleased Lawrence greatly.

“This way, sir knight,” she cooed as she led Lawrence to her bed. The small structure was made of straw, and Lawrence briefly worried that it would not be able to hold his weight. Such thoughts were quickly forced from his mind as the white haired beauty bent over the bed and raised her buttocks as high in the air as she could manage, the moonlight through the windows glistening off her wet sex.

Lawrence quickly undid his armor and approached the little woman like a predator as his clothing fell to the floor and his penis became exposed to the cool night air, hot and painfully erect. Carefully, he lined himself up to Esmerelda and began to rub his penis up and down her lower lips, causing Esmerelda to squeak a little.

“Are you ready to be ravaged, little lamb?” he growled huskily, putting his free hand on top of hers as he crawled over top of the small, beautiful woman.

“It…It feels so big,” she stammered. “I feel like it will tear me apart, but I need it inside me so badly!”

Lawrence grinned and pushed his glans into the trembling woman's sex, causing a lurid moan to escape her lips. Satisfied, he stood and grabbed the woman's hips and slowly thrust forward, pulling her back, carefully entering her centimeter by centimeter.

“Ohhhhhhhh yessssssssss,” Esmerelda moaned as she felt herself being stretched wide by the muscular knight. Every centimeter brought a new wave of pleasure that sent shivers through her body. She squealed as her ass met Lawrence's groin for the first time. She blushed uncontrollably as she let out a noisy moan of desire.

She barely had a moment to catch her breath before Lawrence began to thrust. The methodical back and forth of his thrusts electrified her brain, sending shocks of pleasure reverberating through her body. The experience was rapturous, and all she wished for was that the night would never end.

Lawrence whispered in her ear. “The poor little lamb has been led astray from her faith tonight, I'm afraid. Now she finds herself at the mercy of her hunter. Do you regret leaving the flock of The'oth behind?”

Esmerelda moaned. “Fu…fuck no,” she stammered out between moans. “I just want to feel like this forever.”

Lawrence grinned. “It seems the innocent woman I met this morning has succumbed to her baser instincts then. Well, little lamb, this pleasure can continue if you join my flock,” he said as he began to thrust faster into her. Her pussy gripped tightly around him, the slick wetness granting easy access as he continued his assault on her senses. 

“I will be your lord, and you will become my first of many beautiful, loyal pets worshipping a new god of nature and pleasure,” Lawrence said with a snarl as he thrust deep into Esmerelda, her squeals and moans filling the room like a beautiful symphony.

“Anything you want, lord,” Esmerelda gasped out deliriously. “Just keep hitting that spot.”

Lawrence grinned and thrust deeply into the woman beneath him, and pulled her back onto his dick as hard as he could. Esmerelda cried out in pleasured anguish as she climaxed, her pussy spasming wildly on Lawrence's penis. In that moment, the fog that seemed to cover her brain sank into it, worming its way into the very fiber of her being. Her body shook with rapturous pleasure, and her transformation began.

Her toes and feet compressed into each other until they were no more than dainty hooves. Plush wool covered her back and sides. Her previously straight hair grew plush curls to match the wool she produced. Her torso remained bare, but for wisps of wool that framed her growing, bountiful breasts. Several rows of additional nipples adorned her chest as she let out a soft bleat. Her face extended, forming an adorable snout, and cute horns sprouted that spun in tight circles, mimicking the rams of her flock. Her ears grew long and poked out from her hair. A small tail grew from the small of her back, which wagged playfully. Finally, her necklace of The'oth dangling around her neck turned to a tightly wrapped ribbon, adorned with a shiny silver bell. The newly formed lamb woman slid from Lawrence’s penis with a lurid pop, falling onto the bed on her back.

Lawrence grinned as the beautiful sheep woman panted beneath him, bared his fangs, and let his own bestial self free from its human confinement.

“Welcome to my flock, little lamb,” Lawrence whispered into Esmerelda’s ears.

Esmerelda's thoughts swirled as she began to comprehend her new reality. She now recognized Lawrence as not only a handsome knight but the alpha of the kingdom and an instrument of their god.

“Wow,” she said as she gazed up at the wolf man towering above her head, awash in pleasure. “I didn't think it was possible to feel this good. Thank you, my lord, for opening my eyes to what my life should have been all along.”

“I'm happy to guide you towards the light. The god Var'un desires us to be fruitful and multiply, unshackled by the desire for self-control. You are the first of many that will be freed from The'oth's chains.”

Esmerelda laughed. “Freedom feels amazing, my lord. My body is still tingling with the rapturous sensations you blessed me with. I feel overwhelmed, and yet…” she began.

“Yes, my little lamb? What is it you wish to share with me?” Lawrence asked.

Esmerelda smirked, gazing into the caring eyes of the direwolf man hovering over top of her, his gaze that of a loving partner and hungry predator. “I still feel like I need you to rut me, until I no longer possess the strength to speak.”

Lawrence gave a predatory smile, his penis again painfully erect and throbbing with desire to reenter the lamb. 

“Very well, little lamb. Let me give you bliss until the sun intrudes on our lovemaking.”

Lawrence began kissing down the lamb's torso, sliding down the bed until his face hovered over Esmerelda's pussy.

With his rough tongue, he lapped into the beautiful lips, dragging his tongue roughly over the inner walls of Esmerelda, causing her to let out a sultry moan and quiver. He lapped at the cum that was filling her insides, enjoying the exquisite flavor.

Esmerelda squealed as Lawrence licked her insides roughly. “By the gods,” she said, voice barely able to carry above a whisper, “you are blessed with the most marvelous tongue.”

Lawrence continued his assault on the lamb's nethers, his wolf snout filling her hungry love tunnel. He breathed her scent deeply, implanting it in his memory should he need to seek her out again. 

Esmerelda panted and moaned as she ran her hands through Lawrence's mane. “Please don't stop, I'm so close.”

The instant he heard his prey cry out, Lawrence removed himself from the lamb's folds and turned his attention towards the erect clitoris the lamb presented to him. He lapped at it sloppily, stimulating the lamb into quaking beneath his gentle affection.

“OOOOOHHH FUCK,” Esmerelda squealed as she climaxed for the second time that night, her body seizing as her lord consumed her. Her body tingled with delighted arousal as her many nipples stood tall while the edges of her vision went blurry. Her strength then gave out, and her head fell onto her pillow as she let out a delighted sigh.

Lawrence lifted his head from Esmerelda's clitoris with a predatory smile. “Your taste is as delectable as the best of your flock, and a wolf craves the taste of lamb more than any prey,” he stated as he crawled back atop her to bless a kiss onto the panting lamb's forehead.

Lawrence grabbed his penis and lined it with Esmerlda's sopping mess. “Ready for more little lamb?” the direwolf huffed into his prey's ear.

“Please,” the lamb begged as she tried to catch her breath. “I don't want to live without feeling you inside me again.”

“Very well,” Lawrence replied as he reared his hips back, happy that his first time shepherding the lost souls of Patenia was successful. Breathing in deeply the lamb's scent, he thrust forward.