Tell him to come and visit

Adella realizes that if she sticks around much longer, the feeling of lust will again rise to uncontrollable levels. She knows she needs to get away from Horace and his desire-inducing pheremones.

“Come by my chambers later today,” she says to him, hoping that the light of the day and an opportunity to regain her senses will allow her more control around the handsome, young stableboy. “Again, I am sorry for ....” She is unable to finish her sentence — less because of a lack of words than for the shocking realization that she is not nearly as sorry about what happened as she knows she should be.

With one more glance between Horace’s legs, she forces herself to turn away and leave his quarters before she succumbs to the drive that pulls her toward the limp-but-still-massive appendage that dangles so invitingly between his muscular thighs.

Adella hurries from the stables, feeling the chill of the night air. Her thin nightgown offers scant protection against the falling temperature. The coldness combines with her lingering desire to cause her nipples to pebble and make their presence clearly visible through the soft fabric.

“I need to talk to someone and find out what is going on,” she says to herself. She knows that her erratic behavior is clearly tied to being bitten and possibly impregnated by Tegan. “Am I doomed to descending into madness and depravity?” she wonders. “Is this what life has in store for me — endless nights of uncontrolled compulsion to throw myself at any available man? What will happen when the wolf’s curse takes full hold of me and I begin to transform, as well? Will these insane romps of passion end with me doing as Tegan did to Courtney?”

She shudders at the thought and wraps her arms around herself — partly in an attempt at self-comfort, and partly to ward off the cold. She stands in the courtyard of the palace, shivering and sobbing.

“Here now,” says a commanding voice behind her. “What business do you have out here at this time of night?”

Adella turns toward the voice and sees Dathan, Captain of the Royal Guard. He also happens to be Courtney’s brother. A fresh wave of sorrow flows over her at this new reminder of her best friend’s fate.

“Your Highness!” exclaims Dathan, upon seeing her face. “Forgive me! I did not recognize you at first! Whatever are you doing out here at this hour? You look like you are freezing.”

He pulls off the ceremonial cape that identifies his rank and wraps it over Adella’s shoulders.

Ignoring his questions, Adella looks mournfully at the soldier. “Captain, I am so sorry about Courtney! I loved her dearly, and I cannot believe she is gone. I cannot imagaine the grief you must be feeling. Why are you even on duty at a time like this?”

Dathan rubs his strong hands over Adella’s arms, attempting to restore warmth to the chilly princess. His face is a picture of sorrowful strength. “Your father graciously offered me leave to mourn my sister, but until her body is actually found, I cannot rest or afford myself the luxury of tears. At first light I will lead a regiment to the forest to search for her. In the meantime, we must get you inside before you catch your ****.”

Adella allows the soldier to escort her inside the Palace and back to her room. She marvels at the discipline and composure of this young man, who can put his duty to his king and his family ahead of his own feelings of despair. She wishes that she had even a fraction of that discipline. If she did, she never would have agreed to Courtney’s plan to sneak away in the first place, and Courtney would still be here in the Palace. “In fact,” thinks Adella, wryly, “if I had just stood my ground about her scheme, it would probably be Courtney who just got stretched by Horace’s manhood, instead of me.”

Even as she remonstrates herself, she cannot help but notice the throb of pleasure between her legs at the memory of riding on that gigantic pole of hard flesh. She glances quickly at the soldier at her side and again rebukes herself for such lustful thoughts at a time of profound grief and mourning.

“Here we are,” says Dathan, as they arrive at her quarters.

“Thank you, Captain,” says Adella. She opens the door to enter and then pauses. She remembers the locket she purchased some weeks ago, intending to give to Courtney for her upcoming birthday. Turning to the captain, she says, “Thank you for your kind attention. I have something of Courtney’s that I believe she would want you to have. Would you like to come in?”

Dathan looks uncomfortable at Adella’s invitation. “That is very kind, Your Highness. Perhaps another time, when there might be someone else present. I would not want to impinge on Your Highness’s reputation by entering your quarters unaccompanied.”

Adella keeps a neutral face as she thinks about the irony of his words. His view of her as a pure, virginal princess would be significantly different if he had come across her just a few minutes sooner and saw her lustfully commanding Horace to fuck her for all that he was worth.

Adella looks into the room, remembering that she left her mother there, asleep in a chair. If Dathan knew the queen was in the room, he would have no hesitation about accepting Adella’s invitation. At the same time, Adella realizes that having a guest at this hour could wake her mother up at a time that she would so benefit from some deep sleep.

On top of all of that, Adella is not entirely sure of her own motivations for wanting to have Dathan come into her bedchambers.