The Lady's Werewolf - 1 -

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#1 of The Lady's Werewolf

The respected Lady Alaine of House Tainen, the righteous ruler and guardian of Redfallow, was on her way to a meeting with a young lordling who had just recently returned from his expeditions out into the country, when a strange display in the Market Square had caught her eye. Werewolves. Tame werewolves! Shocking and horrifying at first, but the more she studies the specimens on display, the more her curiosity is piqued...

Another little multi-part story I'm working on, a delicious idea that's been bouncing around in my head for a while. Focus on Master/Pet, Human/Anthro, and various little kinks here and there.


Lady Alaine of House Tainen walked down the streets of Redfallow in some of her finest silks, at least for such casual occasions such as this. She wore a blue and white silk dress that came to just above her ankles, it was frilly around the ends and embroidered in gold around the hem as well on the chest with her house insignia. Her long and voluminous black hair spilled over her shoulder and down her back of creamy, ebony skin. In her hands, gloved in silk blue, she carried a black and gold embroidered parasol that shaded her from the noonday sun.

She strode down the street of the Market Square, the many citizens of varying social classes moving out of her way out of either fear or respect. They knew better than to get between her and anything she wanted to see. Even though there had been no official announcement yet from Lord Kiran, everyone knew by now that he had returned to Redfallow after several months of traveling through the surrounding lands. He'd been on this errand and that, and he quite a popular figure amongst the nobility. Alaine thought he was only popular because of his extravagant parties, all nobles were extravagant in their gatherings to some extent, but Kiran truly lived for the party.

It was for that reason she was in town, though she'd chosen to take the long, scenic route instead of a carriage straight to the young lord's manor. It gave her time to admire all the sights and sounds of the bustling marketplace while being able to walk freely and see things up close. She did not often make time to appreciate the city she ruled, and it spurred on her deeper curiosity.

A short while into her walk through the Market Square, she heard a most alarming sound; the loud howling of a wolf nearby. Her head whipped around to a large, wooden stage some merchants would use to show off their wares. On it, at least twelve large metal cages, six lined in a row with six resting on top. Pacing in front of those, a high elven male with long blonde hair and simple clothes of greens and whites with brown slacks.

The elf gestured to his left, and as Alaine pushed through the crowd to get a better look, she saw an absolutely throat-catching sight. A massive wolf beast stood on two legs next to him, almost a full foot taller than him, with bulging muscles hidden beneath a thick hide of grays and whites. Its amber eyes turned and locked with hers, and fear seized her heart with icy fingers.

"Wh-what is the meaning of this? You bring these beasts into my city?" Alaine shouted, struggling to tear her gaze from the beast's to face the elvish man. "Explain yourself at once!"

Without missing a beat, the elf grinned his best and bowed deeply, "Aha! The wonderful and respected high lady, the defender of Redfallow herself, I suspect!" He laughed loudly, but Alaine could tell there was little humor behind it. "My lady, come closer, do not be afraid, for I have something that surely will interest you."

Alaine stepped forward, taking care to stay far away from the gigantic creature. She couldn't stop herself from looking from side to side, hoping that city guards were readily available. Showing fear to others was not her style, especially when someone else showed none in return.

"Behold, my lady, for what you see before you is a werewolf!" The elf said as though it were not the most ludicrous thing he could have announced at that moment. She expected the crowd to run in a mad frenzy at such an admission, but they just remained watching him intently, though some feet did shuffle and some did take a small step back. "Great beasts of the night that roam, hunt, and kill... ah, but not these, my lady! These are tame ones, trained by myself and my team of skilled handlers! We train them to be docile and obedient servants, great guard dogs even, if it pleases you. Observe, my lady."

The high elf turned to face the werewolf with a stern face, "Here, boy," he commanded, pointing to a spot in front of him. The werewolf turned and walked over to the man, coming to a crouch to sit on his haunches with his forehands resting on the floor. "Good, now, roll over."

At the command, the werewolf obeyed immediately, rolling onto its back to its right back before ending back on its haunches, looking readily at the elf who turned to face Alaine with a smile. He then turned back and held his arms up. "Good, now pick me up and set me on your shoulder!"

The werewolf stood up, gently took the elf man by his hips, and picked him up to set him down on its shoulder. The man sat on the werewolf's shoulder like it was a finely carved chair, one arm resting on top of its head. The werewolf itself was at peace, standing almost perfectly still, looking as docile as a mastiff.

Alaine's wandered over the admittedly well-built werewolf, and got an eyeful of the large sheath planted between its muscular thighs, a sack like a pouch with two apples dangling below it. She blushed deeply and tore her eyes from it, licking her suddenly dry lips.

"A powerful monster of the night; ferocious as a wolf, tame as a dog, my lady." He said.

Alaine cleared her throat and raised her chin haughtily. "Even dogs may turn on their masters, if driven to it."

The man never lost his smile as he shook his head, "Ah, so they may, but not these expertly trained werewolves, my lady. Dangerous, they are, but not to you. Not only have they been expertly trained with the most skilled trainers, but their collars are enchanted to make them harmless to their owners. Isn't that right, Atlas?" Atlas, she presumed, nodded his head twice as if to answer the man's question.

One of the members of the crowd, a minor noble by his fine clothes, asked another question. "A fine pet to have, but how does one care for a werewolf?"

"Like you would with your own dogs," the man said, hopping down from Atlas's shoulder, "only werewolves are bigger, Atlas here could eat a whole cow in a week! They need love and care, and plenty of food and exercise, like any good dog."

"Cut to the chase, man," another said, a merchant he seemed to Alaine, "how much are you trying to peddle these monsters for?"

Alaine was quite curious herself to the price of a beast such as this. A strong and sturdy horse in its prime would go for almost fifty crowns in this part of the country, and a dragon hatchling in the hands of an experienced trainer would easily fetch over five thousand. She'd never pondered what a healthy, tamed werewolf would go for, but what he said was nowhere even close as she was thinking.

"Bids begin at a hundred gold pieces," the elf said, seeming satisfied by the shocked faces in the crowd. Alaine was sure her own was no different from theirs. "Of course, for my two best, bids begin at two hundred."

"I want to see them," Alaine suddenly blurted, startled by her own boldness. She forced herself not to look at the faces she knew turned to stare at her. Her jaw clenched with the effort of containing her interest in the beasts.

The man only smiled, "Of course, my lady, a moment if you please. Orion? Eris? Out of your cages." He turned, and two werewolves on the bottom row pushed their fingers through the front and unlocked the doors before crawling out on their own.

Alaine gasped with widened eyes. They could do that the whole time? This mad man is so confident in them being tame that he allowed them to be caged so loosely? Mad the man surely was, but as the werewolves left their cages, she couldn't help the desire in her to look and study every inch of each of those creatures.

The first, Eris she assumed, was a female that was as big as Atlas, her breasts were shapely like large teardrops that fit her feminine frame well. She was just as muscular, shaped to fit a female, who looked as though she was a gentle as she was dangerous. The female werewolf came to sit by the high elf, nuzzling up under his chin with a slight wag of her tail. He only smiled and tussled the fur between her ears.

The second, who must have been Orion, made her mouth dry to dust and her throat catch with a stifled gasp. A deep shudder rolled over her as she took in the massive male stepping up beside the high elf and Atlas. If Atlas and Eris were muscular, Orion was just plain massive, with thick muscles hidden beneath his black hide tinged with white around his belly. It appeared as though he had been built for war, with bulging arms and shoulders, but he looked just as docile as the others.

Unlike the other two, his eyes were a bright green rather than amber. He stood just inches taller than Atlas, and nearly towering over the high elf. Alaine herself was tall for a human, but she thought that even he would make her seem like a halfling by comparison. The last thing she noticed about him was a large cock sheath, similar to Atlas's, but thicker. Again she tore her eyes away from looking at how well the male was endowed with a blush.

She quickly glanced to her side to see how many people watched her, and found all the merchants watching her curiously or openly. Their expressions ranged from interest to disgust, but she paid it little heed. All she was focused on now was the possibilities of owning one of these great beasts.

A guardian, possible, she thought to herself as her mind raced with ideas. That would be such a waste, though, a companion is more like it. Oh yes, the large one would make for a wonderful companion, one to make the other ladies simmer in their stew. She might just get a breeding pair to have as symbols of the power of House Tainen. That's about when a horribly lewd thought crossed her mind. Can you breed werewolves together? Could... I breed with a werewolf?

Alaine's cheeks heated in embarrassment, and she tried to force it away, but her lustful curiosity could not be contained.

"Two-hundred-fifty gold for the big one!" A voice shouted.

Alaine was forcibly snapped out of her trance and she realized that they were already bidding. When it became clear they were bidding for Orion, Alaine shouted with determined heat in her voice, "Five-hundred!"

The high elf turned with elated surprise and looked to the crowd, "Five-hundred! Do I hear six-hundred?"

A middle-aged man called from across the way, "Six-hundred!"

The high elf turned to face him, "Very well! Six-hundred! Any more bid--"

"One thousand," Alaine called with a hard set to her jaw, glaring at the man for only a moment before turning to face the high elf again. She was determined to have this terrifying, yet mesmerizing creature in her possession.

He bowed deeply to her, "My lady, you have my deepest thanks for the generous price. Anyone else?" The high elf asked, looking among the others expectantly. When the other bidders shook their heads and crossed their arms, he grinned again. "No? That's it then, Orion goes to you, my lady Tainen."

Things seemed to happen so fast in her lust-hazed mind, the payment and the leashing, Orion being lead to his cage. She remembered stopping them from re-caging the werewolf, and demanded his leash then and there. The man behind her looked confused and the others in the crowd did too, but he did not protest and gave his leash over to her. The rest of the transaction went smoothly enough, and she collected Orion's collar and leash before making her way through the market again.

What a better place, she thought, to show off my new pet, than at the young lord's manor?

"Now, Orion, carry me, my feet grow weary~," With a giddy yelp of excitement, she was swept off her feet and held in the werewolf's arms, and she directed him straight to Lord Kiran's home. As he carried her, she let herself drift in her thoughts, absorbed by his excellent muscles and deliciously masculine scent. Commonfolk and guards alike made way for them with much greater respect and alacrity than they did for her alone. Some reached for swords and the like, but seeing her, the Lady Alaine of House Tainen, they halted in their tracks and simply watched her pass. "Oh yes, I could get used to this..." she whispered to herself, losing herself in the huge male's gentle stride.