Lawrence awoke to the feeling of his penis enveloped in pleasant wetness, which he had grown quite accustomed to over the night. He grinned at the sight of Esmerelda in her sheep form, frantically bouncing up and down on his crotch, moaning softly.

“Good morning, master,” she cooed as she bounced. Lawrence grinned, gazing as her large set of primary breasts bounced hypnotically in front of his face. With a powerful hand, he gripped the sheep's neck, gently but authoritatively.

“My sheep interrupts her master's slumber,” he snarled.

“I'm sorry, my lord, I could not resist temptation. Your scent is just too intoxicating to bear,” Esmerelda whined as she slammed her hips down, enveloping Lawrence's knot in warm wetness. The lamb quivered and squealed with delight as she climaxed.

Lawrence let out a loud groan as he came as well, pumping the lamb full of his seed as she lost the strength to hold herself aloft and fell gently onto the broad chest of her lover. Lawrence lovingly wrapped her in his arms as they caught their breath together.

“Must you leave, lord?” Esmerelda whined softly. “I haven't had such joy in my life before now. It sorrows my heart to part with it.”

Lawrence petted the lamb's hair lovingly as he held her close. “I'm sorry, my lovely lamb. We have been blessed by Va'run and are tasked with spreading its blessing. We may not retire until we have freed the rest of the kingdom from the shackles you were freed from.”

Esmerelda lifted her head from the wolf's chest and stared at him with a somber expression, but one that had heard the truth in his words. “So it must be, my lord. I shall prepare you a hearty meal before you venture forth back to the castle.”

***

Lawrence stood confidently as the castle gates appeared on the horizon. He had grown quite displeased to have trekked back home in his human form, finding it constraining and uncomfortable compared to the effortless strength he had as a wolfman. The freeing of the kingdom then could not come quickly enough.

His final farewell to Esmerelda also left him melancholic. Her sweet eyes pleaded with him not to go, and even in her human form, she radiated new beauty. The increased size of her bust and the inviting texture of her hair remained, allowing her the ability to tempt her own flock. A task which she was quite eager to do, given her insatiable appetite. Lawrence would be sure to visit her again soon to check on her progress. 

Lawrence grimaced as he grew closer to the castle gate. The wonderful smells of nature and wood were rapidly being replaced with the unpleasant musk of civilization. Horse excrement odor filled his nostrils unpleasantly, and he made a note to consider returning to a more nomadic life when his quest was completed.

“Well, well, the king's bastard approaches,” a voice suddenly called from the castle gates. “Took you long enough to return. I had presumed the lamb killer had outsmarted you, dense as you are.”

Lawrence growled and barred his fangs involuntarily, though thankfully far enough away that no one could see. Sir Patrick was on gate duty today. The oaf had taken much delight in Lawrence's suffering as a child, taking to it like a fish in water. When Patrick went too far, his rations were cut. Instead of teaching the young knight to be respectful as intended, this action just reinforced his displeasure for the bastard. “Raise the gates, Patrick, the king's work is done,” Lawrence bellowed to the distant portly figure upon the wall that surrounded the castle town.

“The king's work is pest control, which means no mutts in his majesty's castle town. Do his majesty a favor and be gone, mongrel!” Patrick taunted back.

Lawrence's hand balled into a fist, as he imagined himself assuming his bestial form and throwing the foul knight from his perch. Alas, such action would quickly thwart his mission.

“His majesty may not hold love in his heart for me, Sir Patrick,” Lawrence shouted, choosing the more diplomatic solution to his problem. “But his majesty does hold love for the kingdom and desires to know if it is running efficiently. If you prevent me from reporting to him in a timely manner, I'm sure he would not look kindly upon you for doing so. Surely, you of all Knights know the pain of hunger that comes from the king suspending your rations.”

Patrick leered at Lawrence with a frown. “Ay, he does. So do your duty posthaste and then return yourself to the bloody forest where you belong, mutt,” Patrick yelled while beckoning for the gate to be opened.

Lawrence sighed as the large and heavy wooden gate began to rise, and he solemnly trudged into the town. A fresh wave of foul smell and decay washed over him as the muddy road guided him through the commoners' quarters. Several glares and foul looks were shot his way as he trudged forward. Mothers averted their children's gaze as he passed their homes, and men uttered insults under their breath, too fearful to speak them within striking distance.

It would be next to impossible to convert these souls himself. The'oth controlled their minds and thoughts to ever open up to a simple mutt. He would need a vessel to start softening them to him. His mind thought of his sister, Rebekah. The beautiful and much-loved princess of the kingdom held much sway amongst Patenia. Her birth was celebrated, and her upcoming marriage was all anyone in the kingdom could speak of. The only challenge was that the love of her by the people was only matched by her fierce disdain for himself.

Lawrence marched stoically toward the castle at the heart of the settlement, the guards wordlessly making way for him, professional enough not to make their disdain apparent. Soon, he arrived at the fine wooden door to the castle that led directly to the throne room, where his father was no doubt waiting. Lawrence took a deep breath as the massive doors were pulled open and entered.

The large cavernous room stretched forward before him. The walls were ornately decorated with tapestries detailing the many triumphs of King Robert, each complete with a bright shining sun symbolizing his god. A large regal carpet lined the center of the room, leading directly to a large stone throne. There his father sat.

Lawrence approached with the professional reverence he was conditioned to show his father. The king's regal golden locks had grown gray in age, but he commanded the room just the same as when Lawrence was a child.

“Son,” he said without an ounce of affection. “I trust you bring good news?”

Lawrence kneeled and bowed his head. “My king, the threat to his majesty's flock has been vanquished.”

“As expected,” Robert replied joylessly as he stared down his son. “An uneventful kingdom is what is needed in this moment. The prince your sister was betrothed to has finally arrived, and The'oth demands a happy wedding to unite our kingdoms.”

The king gestured to the table reserved for the legitimate heirs to the throne. There her sister sat, looking radiant as usual. Her golden locks, inherited from Robert, glistened in the sunlight pouring from the windows. Her gown hugged tightly to her curvaceous body, highlighting the generous breasts that every knight in the kingdom fantasized about. She sat in her seat, giggling as a handsome man whispered in her ear. 

“It will be a most wonderful time, half-brother, though sadly dogs such as yourself will not be invited,” Rebekah teased, eliciting a chortle from her husband to be. “Thankfully, in spite of your status, you are still fit enough to be somewhat useful in preparations. Who better to get dirty than the mutt of the kingdom?”

“May The'oths will be done,” Lawrence said, careful not to show an ounce of disdain. Thankfully, his upbringing instilled in him an unmatched discipline. His sister's cruel words had long since lost any sting of venom they once possessed.

“Your next duty will be to assist your sister's wedding preparations,” the king ordered plainly. “She shall direct you on what needs to be done to ensure a happy wedding day, and you should follow her orders without question.”

Lawrence bowed his head reverently. “As the King and The'oth wills. Are my services needed now, or may I tend to the ailments of my lord's last quest?”

Robert shifted in his chair, turning to Rebekah. “Do you have any tasks for him at present?”

The princess shook her head. “No, father, the things I need this mutt to fetch will not be ready until morning. He may rest his weary legs for now. Their strength will be tested tomorrow.”

Robert turned back to Lawrence. “You may take your leave, Lawrence. Be ready for your work tomorrow.”

Lawrence kneeled. “Thank you, my King,” he said before getting up to leave the throne room.

“Ah, before my mind escapes me, Lawrence, I must ask you something,” Robert called back almost the instant Robert's back was turned. Lawrence turned back to face the king just as quickly. “While out questing, did you notice anything unusual?” Robert questioned, his voice growing gravely serious.

Lawrence remained stoic, but his heart began to beat faster. “Unusual, my lord?”

Robert nodded solemnly. “Unfortunately, there is no better description. While you were away, the shining sword of The'oth lost its luster but for a moment. Such an omen is concerning, and I have your brothers searching for the cause.”

Lawrence maintained his composure, though his father's gaze seemed to pierce into his very soul. “I did not witness anything that would cause The'oths blessing to wane in such a manner. There was a wolf, and I slaughtered it. That is all I observed that was out of the ordinary. Should I find a possible source of this problem, your majesty will be the first to know.”

Robert sank back in his chair. “Very well. You may be off then.”

Lawrence resumed leaving the throne room, passing by the table his sister sat at. Furtively, he let a small amount of his pheromones out in that moment as he passed by the giggling princess and her husband without glancing in their direction. He scanned the throne room to see if there was any reaction, but his father continued to sit with his hand propping up his head, clearly deep in thought. He then turned his gaze to his sister, who broke viewing of her fiancé to give a queer look toward her half-brother, her cheeks growing rosy. Unexpectedly, the man followed suit, raising a furtive eyebrow at Lawrence as the two made eye contact. Lawrence stared a moment, puzzled as the man bit his lip at him like Esmeralda did that evening. Lawrence turned away and blushed, trying to hide his embarrassment. Regaining composure, he continued his exit to the servants' quarters.

The quarters bustled with activity as Lawrence walked into the cavernous common rooms, chamber maids and servants toiling away at their various duties. A gaggle of pretty chambermaids greeted Lawrence with smiles, and he could see Marie, the local gossipmonger, attempting to eavesdrop on any small conversations he had. He much preferred the company he received here than in the throne room. He slowly plodded through the crowds to his dormitory, a small room bequeathed to him as a child, which only grew smaller as he grew older.

Entering the cozy room, Lawrence closed the door behind him and made his way to a small wash basin. The clear water was crisp and clean, with a fresh rag to wipe himself down with. Lawrence stared at his visage reflected in the water, noting that he looked subtly more handsome than he had before, his features sharper since his transformation.

“Admiring yourself?” Cooed a familiar voice from behind the knight. Lawrence turned to find Vivian lounging seductively on the bed, giggling. “Hello, Lawrence.” 

“Vivian! I had wondered if I would see you again,” Lawrence said as he approached the half-wolf woman and embraced her when she stood up to meet him. The two kissed passionately, wrestling each other's tongues. Vivian pulled away with half-lidded eyes and a playful smirk.

“You are already carrying yourself more confidently. You make quite a fine alpha,” she cooed. “I hope you were not left lonely from my absence. My corporeal form can only be maintained in brief moments.

Lawrence stared into the wolf woman's eyes lovingly. “To what do I owe your presence now?”

Vivian sighed, and the smile was wiped from her face. 

“I do wish I arrived with better news. Alas, your sister's wedding poses a problem.”

Lawrence raised an eyebrow.

“You see,” Vivian continued, “ you are able to move undetected in the kingdom due to The'oths waning influence. In his prime and with The’oth’s blessings, your father would have seen your true form the moment you stepped before him.”

“And what does this have to do with my sister's wedding?” Lawrence asked.

“The wedding acts as a holy ritual,” Vivian explained. “ The'oth would gain a surge of worship and influence as the kingdom celebrates a union in his light. It would be a reaffirmation of the kingdom’s faith.”

Lawrence frowned, holding his chin in his hand. “Which means I would be discovered.”

Vivian nodded solemnly.

Lawrence scratched his chin. “It would be difficult to complete my quest with the wedding, regardless of this new conundrum. However, this does not offer me much time to formulate a plan to convert her.”

Vivian caressed Lawrence's face. “You are a cunning and wily predator, Lawrence. I believe that you shall be successful, and I will aid you in any manner I can.”

The two kissed again, Vivian moaning into Lawrence's mouth. While they embraced, her gaze shifted to the door. She pulled away suddenly.

“I must make my leave, Lawrence,” she whispered with a glare. “You have a guest.”

Lawrence gazed back to the door and saw a shadow creeping beneath the gap of the door. His gaze turned to a glare. “I'll handle it,” he growled as Vivian's form faded from Lawrence's room.

When he was sure Vivian was no longer present, Lawrence marched to the door and pulled it open violently.

“Epp!” Marie, the chambermaid, yelped as she fell into Lawrence's room. The wolf man grinned as he shut the door behind her and emitted pheromones from every pore in his body.

“I'm sorry, Sir Lawrence,” Marie squeaked out as she picked herself up and dusted herself off. “I heard your muttering, and I just got curious.”

Lawrence glared and smirked as he stared at the blushing maid. The cute girl was slightly younger than him and much shorter. Lawrence towered over the beauty, her pleading, large eyes staring up into his. Her face was soft with small features and a cute button nose. She had lovely locks of blond hair, held neatly in a bun. Despite her small stature, her bust was quite impressive and curved into a stomach with a slight bit of pudge from working in the kitchen. Her buttocks were generous peaches and filled out nicely in her skirt. 

“What is so interesting about myself that you are pressing against my door?” Lawrence inquired, noting the sweat appearing as Marie's blush intensified. Feeling confident, he caressed the small woman's head with his hand.

“Well, you uh just got back from adventuring and I uh was hoping to hear about your journey,” she sputtered nervously, feeling immense heat build up within her, fear, embarrassment, and arousal mixing in her in a delicate blend.

Lawrence grinned predatorily as he gazed at the woman’s face, which was now glowing as red as a tomato. “You wish to hear of my adventures?” he said, breathing in the familiar scent of arousal forming underneath her undergarments.

“Y-yes, please,” Marie whispered, barely audible.

“Take a seat then, little girl. I was just about to tend to my wounds. I am certain the story is more exciting if you see the markers of my adventuring yourself,” Lawrence commanded, pushing the girl back onto his modest straw bed with a surprised eep from the mousey woman. Lawrence grinned with half-lidded eyes as he stepped to his wash basin and began to remove his armor.

Marie tried not to stare directly at Lawrence as he stripped, peeking at his muscled form and gazing at the door, wondering if she should just leave, but her legs remained frozen in place as her arousal grew.

“Hunting a wolf is a common duty, but one that contains great dangers, “ Lawrence lectured as he took his washcloth and ran it over his muscles, leaving them glistening in the sunset from his lone window. He flexed performatively when he was sure a wavering eyeball was watching, enjoying watching Marie turn away, embarrassed. “This is a claw mark from my latest hunt,” he said with a seductive grin, pointing at a surface injury he had acquired from his lovemaking with Vivian.

“Oh my,” Marie squeaked as she looked, trying to hide her blush with her arm. By now, her sex had grown moist enough that she could tell something was unusual. “I didn’t realize it was so fraught a task.”

“Oh, it's very dangerous,” Lawrence continued with a dose of performative swagger in his voice. “This wolf caught me by surprise. I was left defenseless and had to wrestle the beast into submission.”

“That’s so exciting,” Marie whispered, unaware her free hand had begun to rub herself over her clothes while she focused on Lawrence and his muscled, scarred body.

“Thankfully, with quick thinking, I was able to find my sword and thrust it into the beast,” Lawrence growled, emphasizing thrust, gazing cockily into the eyes of his audience with a smirk.

“Wow,” Marie muttered with her mouth left open in awe. “That’s more exciting than anything that happened in the castle this month.”

Lawrence closed his eyes and nodded. “Yes, the life of a knight is full of excitement,” he said as he strolled confidently to Marie and sat beside her on the bed. His room was now filled with pheromones, and the woman next to him was soaking wet if the scent was any indication. “Do you want to know the most exciting part of this adventure?” he cooed as he slipped an arm behind Marie and pulled her close.

“Wh-what,” Marie muttered in a quivering voice, staring into Lawrence’s sharp eyes.

“Having a beautiful woman to tell my story to when I came back,” he said lovingly, pulling the meek woman to him and kissing her passionately. Marie offered no resistance and instead embraced Lawrence and pulled him closer. Her mind raced with rational thoughts of how wrong this was, how the bastard son of the king was unworthy of love and affection. And yet in that moment, it had all felt so right. She craved his touch and quivered with delight as he explored her mouth with his tongue.

Suddenly, her dress fell to her lap, exposing her breasts to the cool evening air. Maire gasped at the sensation, but her cries were silenced by continued kisses. Lawrence gently pushed her onto her back and crawled over her with a smile.

“You are so beautiful, Marie,” he cooed. “Do you want me to stop now or keep going?” 

Marie stared at him with pleading eyes, biting her lip. “K-keep going,” she whispered into Lawrence’s ear.

Lawrence nodded with a smile and smoothly stood up, dropping his pants with a faint thud, revealing himself to Marie in all his glory. The small woman’s blush, which had faded, returned with a vengeance as she covered her mouth with both hands. 

“We will have to be quiet, Marie,” he cooed softly as he pulled her dress past her waist and off her legs, joining his clothes on the floor. “We don’t want any other servants knowing what we are up to in here.”

Marie nodded as Lawrence resumed his dominant position over her, his penis lewdly hanging low over her sex. Lawrence grinned and gripped himself, and began to rub it rhythmically up and down the small woman's sex, enjoying the sight of her quivering. His penis grew warmer and wetter as he assaulted Marie’s senses, which were further enhanced by the pheromones his nude form coated the bed in.

“Please,” Marie whined quietly. “Just fill me. This is unbearable.”

Lawrence nodded and pressed his shaft against the blooming flower Marie had between her legs. “Remember, my dear, you must be as quiet as a mouse.” 

With that statement, he thrust into the delicate beauty beneath him as far as her form could take him. Marie opened her mouth to cry out in pleasure, but Lawrence quickly covered her mouth with his hand, muzzling her. Her moan barely escaped the confines of his hand, and she quickly apologized in a whisper with an embarrassed expression

Lawrence nodded, understanding, and began to thrust in and out of the small woman. He was so much taller than Marie, who could only stare at his chiseled chest as he pistoned in her. When she needed to moan, she pulled herself into his chest and moaned into it, which made Lawrence smile.

The sensation of Marie’s pussy was incredible. While he couldn’t bottom out in that moment, the size difference had led to a delectable tightness. Marie’s pussy hugged his penis lovingly, coating him with her fluids while her suppressed moans grew ever louder against his chest.

Lawrence stared lovingly at Marie and stopped thrusting for a moment, enjoying the sight of her panting.

“Marie, if we keep going, you will commit sin before the eyes of The’oth. Are you sure you want to keep going?”

Marie nodded silently, eyes begging Lawrence to continue.

“Would you renounce his faith to join me in passion all night?” Lawrence whispered.

“Yes. Please, Lawrence, just keep going. I do not care if I forsake the faith in this moment. I just want to keep feeling this way forever.”

Lawrence grinned and thrust into the diminutive woman underneath him, attempting to drive himself as deep as her body would allow him to go. Her face contorted into a wordless scream as her body quaked on his penis, climaxing in that moment. The transformation was swift. Plush white fur covered her body, but for her hands and feet, which grew intimidating claws. Her face stretched into a cute muzzle, her two front teeth growing to dwarf the others. Her ears expanded to large circles, and her eye color shifted to a stunning red. In an instant, Marie, the meek human chambermaid, was replaced with Marie, the beautiful mouse servant of Va’run.

Marie attempted to speak words, but none came. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let the sweet embrace of sleep take her. Lawrence wordlessly slid next to her, embracing her tightly and allowing her to rest, while his body shifted to its dire wolf form. He would enjoy waking her soon, but for now enjoyed the sensation of embracing a lover in his own bed for the first time.