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Mercedes marched toward Dimitri’s room with a tray of tea and freshly baked cookies, smiling cheerily at allies and colleagues as she passed them in the halls.
Ever since the war broke out, Dimitri had been different, but especially in the past couple of weeks, he’d been… Alarmingly different. When he was not locking himself away in his quarters, he was downright aggressive and cold. This was not the Dimitri they once knew… But no one knew what happened to him. There were rumors. Kidnapping. Strange magic. A beast in the woods that resembled him. Of course, people loved to talk, and anything scandalous to do with the future King was a good enough one to create chatter. Mercedes wasn’t sure what to believe, so… She decided to find out for herself.
She knew Dimitri could be helped. He could be redeemed, saved. Everyone could, by the love of the Goddess, their friends, their family. Dimitri was surrounded by that love, and it never seemed to get through to him, but it didn’t mean she would stop trying.
More than that, he had now been in his room for days without any sight of him around campus, and Mercedes was worried. It was just in her nature to worry, to fear the worst… To care. Maybe too much.
She knocked at his door, balancing the tray carefully.
“Your Highness? It’s me, Mercedes! I’ve brought you some tea.”
No answer. Odd shuffling noises inside.
“Oh, and cookies! Chocolate chip! I just baked them, you should eat them while they’re still warm. Can you smell them?” She giggled slightly, hoping it doesn’t sound as forced as it feels.
Still no answer. The bed inside creaked loudly. She sighed, waiting a few more moments for any kind of response. She lowered her voice, her lips close to the door.
“Dimitri… You can’t hide forever. We all love you and want to help you. All you have to do is… Open the door and let it in.”
Nothing. Nothing whatsoever.
The sound of silence never made her so angry. How could he just give up on himself like this? How could he ignore all of them so wilfully, when they offered him nothing but kindness and care? How could he abandon his Kingdom when they needed him the most?
Without command from her mind, Mercedes’ hands placed the tea tray on the ground with more force than necessary, and moved to grasp the doorknob aggressively and throw the door open. Storming into the room, what she saw drew a gasp from her chest. She froze for a moment, then scrambled to close the door behind her. She blinked a few times, taking in the sight.
A large, wolven creature with thick white fur, curled up in Dimitri’s bed. One piercing blue eye stared at her, the other scarred white, sharp white-yellow fangs bared in a low growl.
“D-... Dimitri? Is that… You?” Mercedes was breathless, still frozen near the door. Goddess, this couldn’t be real! The rumors couldn’t have actually been true! Dimitri wasn’t a beast, he was just… Misunderstood…
When the wolf made no response other than his sustained growl, she took a small step toward him, her hand outstretched gently in front of her.
“Are you alright…?” Her eyes were full of concern. How long had he been like this? The whole time he was hiding? Had he eaten? Oh dear, why was she walking toward a hungry wolf in an enclosed space? Had she lost her mind?
And yet, her desire to help him still overpowered everything else, even her own safety, as she closed the space between them. His growl grew louder, but then abruptly stopped. As he sniffed her hand, she felt his hot breath create a slight condensation on her fingers.
“See…? It’s me, Mercie… I’m your friend, do you remember?”
The blue eye seemed to turn from defensive to scared… Or sad. He whimpered, his soft muzzle prodding her hand ever so slightly.
“There you are… You know me…” She cooed, petting his head gently, hesitantly. “Oh, you poor thing…”
While an incredibly strange and unbelievable situation, Mercedes realized this was the first time Dimitri had shown any kind of vulnerability in weeks, maybe months. She knelt beside the bed, petting him with both hands, feeling his triangular ears. So soft.
“You must be hungry, are you?”
He whined again in response, a little louder.
“Oh, you are… But I can’t imagine you would want cookies…? You must need… Some kind of meat…?”
Another whimper, and a small lick to her fingers.
“Okay. Um… Stay here, alright? I’ll see what I can find in the dining hall for you!”
She hurried out of the room and down the halls, no longer smiling at colleagues. Now a fixed stare occupied her features as she tried to process what was happening.
Something terrible must have happened… Perhaps he was kidnapped, and someone used a terrible kind of magic, or curse, to turn him into this form… Perhaps his crest was corrupted? Or he held a relic that was not his and it took him over?
Whatever it was, he was surely a victim of some unfortunate happening, and she became all the more determined to help. She snuck into the kitchen and pulled some raw beast meat from the fridge. She held it for a moment, debating whether to cook it or not, before deciding against it. Wolves eat it raw, don’t they? Besides, cooking it would allow time for her to be caught and asked too many questions about what she was cooking and why. She looked around until she found a cloth to wrap it in, then shoved it awkwardly against her side underneath her cardigan. She probably looked awfully suspicious hurrying through the halls like that, and she could tell she was catching more eyes than usual.
Finally, she entered his quarters again and knelt beside him. He looked despondent, but his eyes perked up when he saw her. She pulled the meat carefully out of her cardigan, unwrapped it and placed it near his nose. He gave it one and a half sniffs before sinking his teeth into it with a satisfied growl. The meat was devoured in under a minute.
“You were so hungry! Oh, Dimitri, you can’t stay locked in here to starve! I’ll have to start bringing you meat… Do you know when this might wear off?”
He pouted with a small whine.
“No? Well, then, let’s get you comfortable.”
He looked so sad… She set about getting him a large bowl of water and another piece of meat. Once he’d eaten that, he seemed in better spirits, and no longer so scared or defensive.
“Why don’t I keep you company for a while? Would you like that?” She asked. He nudged his face closer to her.
Mercedes climbed up on the bed and sat against the wall with her legs out.
“Put your head in my lap,” she murmured. He obeyed; his large, square head warm against her plush thighs. She began to pet him more generously, her small hands massaging into his fur around his neck and ears. He released a sigh that seemed relaxed, closing his eyes. She smiled faintly and started to work on his ears more, which earned a pleased sounding low growl from his throat, almost like a purr.
Soon enough, Dimitri fell asleep. He must have been kept up by his hunger, the poor creature. Mercedes nodded off too.
She kept at this whenever Dimitri would lock himself away. A daily visit for food, water, and quiet companionship. She read to him and told him stories, since he seemed fully able to understand her despite being unable to speak.
One day, as Mercedes slipped into his room, she immediately noticed something was off. Firstly, a strange scent hung in the air… And Dimitri was back to being defensive, growling at her.
“Dimitri… What’s wrong?”
He was restless, pacing back and forth, whining. She watched him for a few moments, putting aside the food and water. Then she approached him slowly and laid her hand on his shoulder.
As if her hand had pressed a trigger switch, Dimitri leapt at her, tackling her to the floor with a growl far too loud for these quarters, with so many potentially adjacent ears. Mercedes gasped almost as loudly, looking up in shock at the large white wolf now atop her, his blue eye piercing into her, continuing to growl, a low undulating sound. It was different from his usual growl, more… Smooth and deep. Her breathing came shakily, her heart racing as she wondered what he was going to do to her. Had he finally snapped into a rage that would cause him to kill anyone near, which just so happened to be her?
The growl began to mix with whining, deep and throaty noises of… Pain? Mercedes wasn’t sure what emotion they were communicating, as they sounded so unlike the other sounds he tended to make in this form. But she was an empathetic soul, and these noises were obviously… Desperate. Yearning. Pained and… Begging, perhaps.
Then, Dimitri lowered himself down, bending his front legs to rest on the ground above her shoulders. She felt the heat radiating off his chest and into hers, could hear every rasp of his breathing and his whines. And then she felt something press into her thighs.
Between them.
She closed them reflexively, and Dimitri began to rut against her, the feeling of his large… Appendage rubbing against her thighs through the several layers of her dress.
“Oh, Dimitri…” Her tone was both sympathetic and… Disturbed. This was… This was wrong, wasn’t it?
His giant body was so warm against hers, his growls becoming impossibly low, rumbling through his own chest and hers. It sounded now more like a purr of a cat, a sound of pleasure.
Dimitri… Must be in heat, like the campus dogs and cats sometimes were… Calling out and acting strange because they needed a mate. He was clearly in desperate need if he would do something like this… She felt bad for him, but… She wasn’t sure about this.
Still, something in her made her bring her arms up around his broad, warm shoulders and neck, burying her hands in his thick white fur. He began to rut into her harder, but he also bowed his head down to bury his face in the crook of her neck and lick her there with little whines.
As though apologizing.
“Dimitri… You need help with this, don’t you? You’re suffering?”
Another whine, more licks. The sound resonated through his huge, square head, so loud now that he’s so close to her.
“Okay… Alright…”
She sighed, flustered and slightly resigned.
“I’ll help you.”
This permission was met with one more lick and a deep groan, and then Dimitri was off of her, maneuvering down to her feet and sticking his snout under the hem of her dress. He lifted her skirt with it, his nose sniffing between her thighs. The feeling of his breath there ran a violent shiver up her spine, and the groan that left the wolf in response to her scent gave her goosebumps. He seemed to want her badly, and while Mercedes had imagined herself with Dimitri in a few different ways, she never imagined something like this.
He pulled down on her underwear with his teeth, then licked her. Between her thighs, his large warm tongue lapped at her sex. She gasped, her legs instinctively clenching together, then falling open after a moment, allowing him access. He dragged his tongue loosely from her bottom all the way up against her folds, and she couldn’t help exhaling a soft sound, surprised by how nice it felt. She laid her hands atop his soft head, relaxing a little. This was strange, but… It wasn’t just a wolf. It was Dimitri. That fact helped…
She absently rubbed at his ears, and he gave another quiet, low whine. He continued to lick, which seemed to indicate he cared for her pleasure, since licking certainly wasn’t the main thing Dimitri’s instincts were telling him to do. She closed her eyes, unable to stop herself from moaning quietly at the mounting pleasure.
Oh, it must be wrong, but it felt so good…
The whine got a little louder, then stopped abruptly as Dimitri moved atop her again. It seemed his patience had worn thin, and he positioned himself over her, lowering his haunches down. Mercedes lifted her knees and began to breathe more heavily in nervous anticipation for how much this would hurt. It wasn’t her first time having sex, but this was something different entirely. Goddess grant her strength…
He pushed in, and it felt like she was being ripped apart. She scrunched up her face, squeezing her eyes shut and grabbing tightly at Dimitri’s fur to bear through the pain. She vaguely heard him whine, perhaps at her pain, perhaps wanting to stop but unable to resist his instinct to keep burying himself into her. She began to feel an intense fullness, both pain and pleasure at once, the size of him bulging her lower belly. She pressed her face against his furry chest and whimpered, trying her best to breathe deeply and evenly.
He must have gone in as far as he could, because he stopped moving, and she could hear his panting breath. Another low whine was emitted from his chest. He sounded pained, somehow. Then, seemingly unable to contain himself any longer, he began to move. She felt every ridge of his girthy cock against her tight insides. A combination of hot, burning pain and deep, aching pleasure.
“Aah!!”
She cried out, her head throwing back and her eyes closing with the overwhelm of the feeling. Her body was certainly near its capacity, but not quite over it. A low growl rumbled in Dimitri’s chest where she clung to him tightly, and his speed increased rapidly. The heat and intense pleasure increased with it, and the pain eased a little as her muscles relaxed with it. Her cry grew louder, an open-mouthed moan. She wrapped her arms around his heaving chest. Her body was moved and pushed with each of his strong thrusts, lower and louder growls vibrating and undulating under her hands.
She knew the urgent way he used her was an animalistic instinct, a need he had to satisfy, and she was willing to offer herself. What she didn’t expect was to enjoy it so immensely. Her back arched and further screams were ripped from her chest.
“AAH! Dimitri!”
Her high, breathy pitch filled the air, and surely others in the dormitory could hear. If they walked past the room, they could likely even smell the pungent scent of hormones and sex and beast sweat.
But Mercedes couldn’t think about any of that. Heat filled her body, waves of euphoria rolling through her, and the pleasure and pain overloaded her brain entirely. Her own chest heaved desperately, her whimpers and whines sounding in harmony with Dimitri’s.
With every thrust, there was no nook of her insides left untouched, and his cock pressed against a sweet spot each time. She was soon sent into a blinding, violent orgasm, her body shaking against his, her cunt clenching around him. He didn’t stop. His thrusts only got deeper and stronger, needier, hitting her cervix and causing more of that deep ache. But she wanted more, still. She hung onto him for dear life as a final, long whine erupted from his throat and he buried himself deep inside her. She felt herself fill impossibly more with warm liquid, so much of it that it began to spill out and onto the fabric of her dress beneath her.
“Oh, Dimitri…”
She briefly wondered if she could possibly get pregnant from this. Surely not…?
Dimitri finally stilled, both of them panting to catch their breath. He stayed inside her, his cock still pulsing with heat. She hummed into his fur, coming down but still holding herself against him. He radiated warmth all around her, and she felt him move to lick her sweat-sticky forehead.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, until she ventured to ask:
“Do you feel better?”
He made a short, low grunt that sounded affirmative and satisfied. Then he pulled out from her, and she gasped, feeling suddenly empty and wet. There was a soreness and an aching between her thighs, but she closed them anyway. Dimitri moved next to her, poking his snout gently under her hands, encouraging her to hold onto him. She grabbed onto his head, and he lifted her with it, enough to deposit her onto the bed. She curled up on her side, and then he climbed up onto it as well, circling her with his body before laying down. His warm side wrapped around her back and his tail laid over her, as though protecting her with his own flesh. She sighed and stroked the paw closest to her face.
This was certainly not how she had planned to help Dimitri, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. Things were now fundamentally different between them, but maybe that wasn’t entirely a bad thing.
In the cocoon of his warm white fur, she drifted toward sleep.