Get away from there so she can think

As the waves of the orgasm subside, Adella feels her self control begin to return, and as it does, a feeling of guilt and incredulity over her conduct starts to take over.

She turns and looks at Horace, who is clearly unburdened by guilt. He is smiling contentedly and looking like he just bagged the prize stag in a hunting competition.

“Horace... I do not know what came over me,” she says, truthfully.

He turns and looks at her. “It was amazing, Your Highness! I had no idea you even noticed me in that way. It was unbelievable!”

Adella realizes the young man has no idea what she is talking about. She also realizes she has probably tapped into the extent of his ability to comprehend anything other than horses and screwing. His gorgeous features cannot disguise the fact that his brain is much smaller than his genitals.

She gets up and hurriedly reaches for her clothing and attempts to make herself as proper as possible.

“Are you leaving?” asks Horace, in confusion. “The night is young, Your Highness. Why don’t you stay the night here with me? We can ... you know... a few more times.”

Adella is actually considering Horace’s offer when she stops herself with a silent rebuke. “What is happening to me?” she asks herself. “Clearly this is something to do with the encounter with the werewolf, but its power took me completely by surprise! I need some help if I am going to prevent this sort of thing from happening again.”

Horace stands, naked, and puts his strong hands on Adella’s shoulders. “What is wrong, Your Highness? You look very distressed. Is there anything I can do?”

Adella looks at the young man’s gorgeous body and allows herself to relive the memory of the intense pleasure that thing between his legs gave her. She feels an urge to reach down and grasp it and stroke it back to its amazing full length.

Fighting that urge, she directs her eyes to his and shakes her head. “I will be quite alright, Horace. Thank you for your kind offer. I am sorry to have disturbed your evening. I must go.”

His eyes are wide with confusion. “Go? So soon? When will I see you again?”

She heads to the door and is about to leave, but she stops and looks over her shoulder again at the naked Adonis. She knows it is not good for her to see him again, but she doesn’t know if she has the willpower or desire to tell him that.