Go see Tegan

Adella realizes she will not be getting any sleep tonight. Her thoughts increasingly turn toward the unwilling guest locked away in the dungeons beneath the castle.

Tegan.

The monster — literally — who, with one savage act, ripped away her innocence, her best friend, and possibly her life.

Quietly, so as to not awaken her mother, Adella pulls on a robe over her silk nightgown, dons a pair of slippers, and exits her room. The palace is quiet at this hour of the night, and she makes her way toward the part of the building she has only seen a couple of times.

Descending a long, menacing flight of stairs, she arrives at the entrance to the dungeons. The guard on duty snaps to attention, surprised at seeing anyone — particularly the Princess Royal — at that hour.

“Your Highness,” he says. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“I’ve come to see the prisoner,” she says, still unsure of why or what she will say when she sees him.

The guard looks uncertain, but he knows better than to deny a request from a member of the royal family. He retrieves a key from his pocket, unlocks a door, and leads the princess down a row of mostly-empty cells. Upon arriving at the last one, he stops, and allows her to pass him and approach the iron bars. There, she looks and sees Tegan.

He is not the same as he was when she last saw him. Then, he was a savage werewolf, transformed, and violently raping her and filling her womb with his accursed lupine seed. Neither is he the calm young man she and Courtney first encountered. Instead, he appears to be in pain, and his face is flushed and sweaty, as if he is wrapped in the throes of a fever.

His eyes are beyond dark. No evidence of white can be seen anywhere in his wide-eyed expression. It is impossible to tell whether he is looking at her or is staring blindly at nothing.

Adella looks at the guard. “You may leave us.”

The guard is clearly troubled at these words. “Are you certain, Ma’am?”

Adella looks again at Tegan. In addition to being behind strong bars, he looks quite unable to do anything threatening at the moment. She nods and gives the guard a dismissive wave of her hand. With one last uncertain look at the prisoner, the guard retreats to his station.

Adella stands there for some moments, still uncertain about what to do or say. She has half made up her mind to leave, when Tegan speaks.

“I did not know you were a princess,” he says, in a raspy voice.

Adella is startled at his words. She tries to assess his meaning. Did he say that by way of apology, or was he simply stating a fact?

He speaks again. “I did not know you were a princess.”

“And what difference would that have made?” Adella snaps back, impatient with his vague words. “Is it only with commoners that you feel the freedom to lure unsuspecting travelers into your home? Is nobility exempt from your murderous sport? Am I to feel better about being raped by you, now that I know you thought I was common trash?”

His fevered expression remains unchanged.

“Your friend.... I can still taste her blood. It calls to me....” He extends his tongue and licks his lips. Adella shudders in horror at the sight.

“Her cunt was so warm and inviting. She offered it to me willingly, and the wolf took her. She spread her legs for the wolf, and the wolf was pleased.”

A movement catches Adella’s eyes, and she glances down to see what it is. She had thought Tegan was wearing a cloak, but now she sees that he merely has a blanket draped over him. As he speaks, the blanket falls away, exposing his nakedness, and she can see his cock is fully erect. It bobs up and down slightly as he recounts his memory of violating Courtney.

“So luscious... So wet... So tight.... The wolf would have continued to rut with her, filling her belly with its sperm....”

To Adella’s horror — and fascination — small, shiny drops of liquid form at the tip of Tegan’s cock, threatening to drip onto the cold, stone floor.

Abruptly, he turns his head to face Adella directly. His black eyes suddenly seem to be able to see right into her.

“And your pretty cunt.... I can still feel it on the wolf’s cock. I can smell the wolf’s seed between your legs. If I had known you were a princess, the wolf would have fucked you first and filled your belly with his juices until the moon set.”

Horrified at the sadistic speech, Adella turns to leave, but stops herself, unwilling to show any further weakness this night. She forces herself to look at the despised creature.