Use her necklace and sword

Despite her friend’s noble intentions, Adella cannot merely flee and leave Courtney to be devoured by the savage creature. She applies all of her strength to the horse’s reins and pulls back, eventually coaxing the animal to a stop. She swiftly dismounts and ties the horse to a nearby tree. Sword in hand, she rushes back to where she last saw her friend.

As she hurries to Courtney’s rescue, her blood grows cold at the sounds that reach her ears. They are a mixture of inhuman growls from the werewolf and plaintive cries and sobbing from Courtney. Adella redoubles her efforts to reach them.

Moments later the scene comes into view. Not knowing what to expect and fearing the worst, Adella is not prepared for the scene that meets her eyes.

Courtney’s clothing lies in shreds, strewn over the ground. Her friend, completely naked, is in the clutches of the werewolf. Her legs are wrapped around the beast’s waist, and it snarls, open-mouthed, as it fucks her relentlessly.

Adella stops in her tracks, unable to comprehend the scene. The massive creature easily hoists Courtney in its powerful forearms and guides her up and down over its long pistoning shaft. Courtney’s head hangs back, eyes closed, and the sound escaping her lips is either pain, ecstasy, or both.

The wolf drops her on the ground and growls threateningly. At this, Courtney opens her eyes, looks directly into the creature’s face, and says, “Do you want more? I can give you all you want!” She turns over onto her hands and knees, presenting her backside to the wolf in a seductive manner. The wolf stops its growling, and Adella sees its cock rising once again, protruding visibily from between its powerful legs. The beast bounds forward and mounts Courtney as if she were a fellow wolf, and drives its penis into her offered pussy. Again she cries out, but Adella can tell she is intentionally thrusting her hips back, meeting the wolf’s forward thrusts, and encouraging him with seductive looks over her shoulder.

Adella shakes her head to bring herself back to reality. She must do something to save her friend. Obviously she is trying to buy time by appealing to the beast’s lust, but she cannot possibly keep this up all night — nor should she have to.

Adella glances at her sword. Is it really true that it will have little effect against a creature such as this? If only she had silver.... With a gasp, she reaches to her neck and clutches her necklace. Perhaps its silver holds the key that will awaken them from this nightmare.

Wrapping the necklace tightly around the tip of her sword, Adella steels herself and then runs toward the wolf. He is mad with lust and does not see her approach until she is no more than a few feet away.

When he notices her approach, the creature abruptly pulls out of Courtney and spins toward Adella. His still-hard cock shoots a semi-circle of lupine semen from Courtney to Adella as he does so. He lunges toward the princess, meeting her silver-wrapped blade in midair. He lets loose a hellish howl as the sword penetrates his muscular chest, piercing his heart, and exiting through his back.

The **** of the beast’s momentum propels it against Adella, throwing her backward. Adella closes her eyes as the beast lands on her, and she is overcome by the sensation of its hot, heavy, blood-soaked, hairy form weighing her down, and the fading sound of its final howl, soon replaced by Courtney’s cries of alarm.

When Adella opens her eyes, the weight on top of her is already diminishing. As she watches, the massive, hairy form of the wolf begins to shrink, lose its hair, and transform into the smaller, naked, lifeless body of Tegan. She pushes him off of her with revulsion and crawls to her feet. Courtney rushes over, and the two women embrace and dissolve into tears.

“Your Highness, you shouldn’t have come back!” Courtney says through her sobs. “You are covered with blood! Are you hurt?”

“I do not think so. This is his blood, I think. And how could I not come back for you? I don’t know whether to love you for your selflessness or be outraged at your rashness! Offering yourself to a werewolf for me! What were you thinking?”

Adella retrieves her sword from Tegan’s chest and looks at him with revulsion. When they saw him transform into the hideous beast, the last part of his body to change was his penis. Now he is human in all respects except his penis. If not for the horror they had just experienced, the women might laugh at the sight of this small, slight man and the obscenely-disproportionate wolffish cock between his legs. Still half-erect, It dripped with white fluid that turned pink when it mixed with the growing puddle of blood on the ground.

Adella gasped at a thought. “Courtney! Did that creature cum inside you?” Involuntarily she looked between her friend’s legs, and shuddered at the sight. It was no small stream of semen that was evident; her inner thighs were literally soaked from the steady flow of lupine sperm that overflowed from her cunt.

Courtney’s eyes communicated that she knew exactly what her friend was thinking. “He did. Many times. I have never experienced such emissions from any lover. I can only hope I can wash it away before —“ She is I able to finish the thought.

The women look around and soon find a well directly behind the house. They draw some water and begin to wash themselves thoroughly. Adella helps her friend pour bucket after bucket of cold water into her swollen vagina, as Courtney uses her fingers to reach inside and attempt to scrub away every last remnant of the wolf’s seed.

Once Adella has helped her friend as best as she can, she tends to herself, removing her blood-soaked clothing so she can scrub the caked blood and hair from her body. She is thankful they have the change of clothing awaiting them in the house; she wishes to have nothing to do with the bloody garments that now lay on the ground.

“I have done all I can do,” says Courtney, “but I fear it may not be enough. It would be a true miracle if I was able to remove all of the wolf’s seed.”

“It will be alright,” says Adella. “There must be something we can do to make sure you do not have to bear the child of that evil thing. We will find help for you.”

She looks at her friend, who is wide-eyed and open-mouthed. “Courtney! Did you not hear me? I said we will find help for you. I give you my word!”

Courtney looks at the princess, her wide eyes filling with tears. “I am not concerned about myself, Your Highness. It is you who needs help. Look!”

Courtney reaches over to her friend’s shoulder. Adella follows her hand and sees what has caused Courtney such distress. There, on Adella’s shoulder, are four small-but-definite puncture wounds — the unmistakable evidence of a bite.

“The wolf has bitten you!” Courtney exclaims.

Adella runs her hands gingerly over the wound. In her haste to help her friend, and in the surrealness of the whole experience, she had not noticed, but there is no denying it.

“We must return to the palace at once,” says Courtney. “You need the best of medical attention immediately.”

Adella shudders at the thought of telling her parents that their daughter may be a werewolf. What would happen to her? She would be locked up, or banished, or perhaps killed for her own good and the safety of everyone.

“I’m not sure the palace is where we should go,” she says. “I think we need to see if there are other options.”