He’s sure he saw naked women

Admittedly, Duncan has been through so many strange experiences in the past few days that he could be forgiven if his mind was playing tricks with him. The more he thinks about it, however, the more he realizes that he could not have been imagining things. After all, he may not be much of an authority about the Felechon, flesh-eating nymphomaniacs, or mate-killing spider women, but there is one subject on which he prides himself on being an expert: naked women. He reviews his memories of those first few moments after waking up and comes to a conclusion.

“You know, I’m positive about what I saw,” he declares, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “When I woke up, there were two naked women beside me, and there was no one else in that cave except us. Now, unless there is some secret back entrance you haven’t told me about, there’s only one inescapable explanation, isn’t there?”

For the first time Duncan sees wavering in Lupina’s golden eyes. She looks back and forth between the prince and her daughters, blinks a few times, and lets out a sigh of resignation.

“You are correct, Your Highness. There is only one explanation.”

As she speaks, Duncan takes in a sharp breath of surprise as her black fur seems to be sucked into the pores of her skin, revealing smooth, pink flesh. Her back legs lengthen, and the knees seem to fold in on themselves, reversing their angle. She rises up on those legs, even as they reshape themselves from canine to human.

Duncan’s eyes travel up her transforming body, watching the change take place in the span on a handful of seconds. Her breasts seem to pop out of her chest like rapidly-inflated balloons, only to be quickly covered by long, flowing black hair that replaces the dark fur on her head. The transformation is complete as Lupina’s wolfish snout is absorbed into her features, leaving in its place the face of a 40-ish woman. Her yellow eyes, which seem to be capable of seeing much more than what is readily apparent, the lustrous black hair, and the no-nonsense voice are the only remaining attributes that would give anyone a hint that the beautiful MILF in front of Duncan is the same wolf that had been speaking to him.

Duncan’s eyes sweep over Lupina from head to toe. His pulse is rapid from what he had just witnessed, but the fact that Lupina is knock-down sexy as anything isn’t exactly calming his heart, either.

“You’re — you’re a werewolf?” he asks, incredulously. He had pretty much concluded that the two younger wolves had to have somehow been the women who slept beside him, but his brain had not totally made the leap as to how that might have been accomplished. Seeing Lupina change before his eyes brought to mind all of the horror stories he had heard all his life about the savage lycanthropes who terrorized the forests of the outer provinces.

“A werewolf?” scoffs Lupina. “Please.... Do not confuse us with that lot! We are Lupucites — shapeshifters who happen to take the form of wolves.”

Duncan is mesmerized by the woman. As he talks, he realizes he has scarcely glanced at her face. The way her hair just barely covers her breasts is so teasing and evocative. The manner in which she stands, so casually, despite her nudity, conveys a powerful sense of self-confidence that Duncan finds almost as attractive as the black patch of hair that is visible between her legs.

Forcing his eyes away from its erotic travels over her body, he attempts to maintain contact with her golden eyes. Again, he feels their power, and even though she has the body of a healthy, athletic woman of his mother’s age, those eyes suggest they are owned by an old soul, with wisdom and experience far beyond her body’s years.

Lupina’s eyes briefly break away from Duncan’s face and dart downward for a moment. “You will probably want to get some clothing. We have much traveling to do today. You can make use of the blanket in the cave, if you wish. We can talk further over breakfast.”

Lupina’s darting glance calls Duncan’s attention to the fact that he is semi-hard. Part of that is typical morning wood. Part of it comes from the first sight of the day being a couple of gorgeous, naked beauties. On top of that, without any prompting, the always-active part of his brain had already started concocting a number of scenes he would like to play out in his fantasies — or in real life — with the sexy, exotic woman who stood before him.

Suddenly self-conscious again, he folds his hands awkwardly in front of his crotch and walks back into the cave, taking in all that he has seen and heard about his travel companions.

He picks up the blanket, and after a bit of effort, succeeds in ripping a hole in its center, allowing him to stick his head through it and use the blanket as a makeshift pancho. It certainly is not fashionable or dignfied, but it will at least keep him warm, protect his body from the sharp branches of the flora, and restore a semblance of modesty he has been lacking ever since leaving his clothes behind in Madam Banntrach’s barn.

As finishes the brief task of getting dressed, he hears someone approaching. Turning, he sees the two younger wolves, accompanied by Lupina, who has returned to her canine form. Luxia is carrying a dead squirrel in her mouth. Katania is carrying an apple. They each set their items on the floor in front of Duncan before settling next to the fire’s embers.