The Spoils of War

"Whether I have the stamina or not shouldn't be your concern, should it?" Krypt asked, looking down at the woman. "Though if you're simply asking for curiosity, then I'll say that it's easy enough to kill a hundred men - so what's it to me to do the opposite with a few women?"

"There are few things I care for in life. I have all this gold, but no way to spend it! I don't want fancy estates, titles, land or useless trinkets. I want a good sword, a few women on my cock and directions to my next battle. Directions are free, and I already have a sword."

Ralf was oblivious to the goings-on of Kinzokan Krypt , instead completely focused on Alais Volknir and Reyanna Fletcher . With both girls in tow he led them to one of the rooms. "Shy? No. I just want you all to myself," he would say, laughing on the way. The constant whistling and drunken jeering of his Varan comrades drowned all other sounds in the establishment.

The White Wolf urged the two women on the bed, shutting the door as they entered. He removed his armor and weapons, tossing carelessly tossing them to a corner. He began to undress the two beauties slowly, caressing every inch of their body as he did so.  He had an unexpected gentle and patient approach that seemed to favor the women's desires more than his own.

One thing was certain, as with all first-timers, he would not last long. But he wasn't here to please himself. He wanted to please the women, using other, more specific parts of his body. He may have been the White Wolf, but he would not hound the two ladies like the other men. As soon as he felt both women were satisfied, taking all the time he needed to do so, he would sate his own desires. Once finished he would lay between them, on his back, hands behind his head.

Rey smirked as Alais took control. Ralf was very gentle and sweet. Alais however was very dominating. He didn't know it but this was going to be a fun and enlightening evening.

Rey showed now hesitation as she was guided down. She eagerly gobbled him up.

[Fade to black]

The girls would notice Ralf's hair turning white. And then it started to grow. Within an instant his entire body was covered in white fur. His muscles began to bulge, and his face underwent a grotesque morphing process. His legs and arms grew in an instant. His bones cracked and popped as some unnatural occurrence took hold of him, becoming longer and stronger. Using his superior strength the morphed Ralf would attempt to grab and throw both women off of him. His face now resembled that of a wolf. The White Wolf.

Scrambling out of bed the monstrosity attempted to control itself, growling lightly. His fierce blue eyes gazed at both women alternatively and his claws flashed in the dim light of the room. He seemed to... hesitate. Something in him wanted to rip flesh and gorge himself on meat and blood. But another part wanted to protect these women from harm. It was a conflict of interests, an internal struggle in his mind.

Alais jumped back as soon as she saw the sharp teeth, crossing an arm across her chest in the hopes that the wolf wouldn't immediately go for the soft targets. She grabbed Ralf's blade from where it laid on the ground, backing up quickly towards the armored women. She could hear the shouts of annoyance from the men who'd been left hanging, but had more important matters on her hands at the moments. They'd have to be satisfied with a discount later.

"What is it with men going crazy on me today? The last one went berserk and decided to make a meal out of my bosom, this one turned into a wolf...I've got the worst luck today."

The White Wolf's confusion was at first directed to attack the women as 'hostiles' entered the room. It was instinct: these armored figures wielding weapons were opponents.

But then Alais picked up Ralf's sword and everything changed. The steel blade was... familiar to the beast. Something about it itched a spot in the beast's primitive mind.

Unsure of how to proceed or what to do, and fighting its own instinct, the White Wolf backed into a corner. He dropped to all fours, tail between his legs. Still, he bared his fearsome fangs and claws in anticipation in case he needed to defend himself.

The cold, blue eyes of the creature gazed at Alais, shifting its gaze only temporarily to check the intentions of the other girls. Perhaps it was Ralf's sword that prompted the beast to back down. Maybe there were other things the girls could use or do that might smother the primitive intellect of the White Wolf and revive Ralf's own consciousness.

Meanwhile, outside, the Varan were cheering once again, believing their future jarl asked for more women.

Alais Volknir Reyanna Fletcher

Alais glanced over at Reyanna, snickering at her comment. Clutching the sword tightly, she watched the beast nervously. Something seemed to be keeping it at bay. Was it the sword? Perhaps it was the fact that it was outnumbered? She wasn't sure, but knew that she didn't like the situation one bit. She was unarmored and exposed. Did the beast smell the blood from her injury? Would it revert to its primal instincts and attack?

"You hush, Rey. I know that's not the worst thing you've had in that mouth of yours. We'll have to knock it down and throw it out, let his crew deal with it. Come on, there's six of us. Can't be that hard, can it?"

She lunged for the beast, bringing the pommel of the sword down towards its head. A rather rash and hasty attack, but she was confident that she'd be able to handle the beast. After all, she'd handled wolves before. Surely this couldn't be all that much different?