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"And what then? If you speak the truth, what would me remembering change? We won’t be transported back in time, back to Barovia. It is not time travel; it is just my memories." His bony fingers curled around the vial in his hand.
"What matters is that it is the true, and if you remember, it will at least in some small part, undo the feeling of unfairness I cannot shake." She said firmly
"If it is the case, all you will have done is pulled me into your misery and heartbreak with you."
"Mason." She pleaded. "Do this for me. For the us that we did not get to be."
He sighed deeply, the exercise causing him to cough deeply for a moment. "It won’t undo what has been done, but since you came all this way, and you did try to do the right thing, with my memories..." He unfurled his fingers and clumsily uncorked the glass vial. He swirled the silver liquid inside around.
"Thank you." She said, running her fingers through her long raven hair in almost a nervous fashion.
The old man held the vial up to his nose, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The shimmering vapors disappeared up his nose as tiny wisps. For a long, still moment, Mason’s eyes remained closed, his face falling. The vial remained clutched in his hand. When he finally opened his eyes, they were glassy with emotion and it took him a few moments, blinking rapidly, to compose himself.
"Alleria." He whispered. "How could I have ever forgotten what we had?" he dropped the vial, his hands moving to cover his face. "I was so horrible to you."
"It is in the past, Mason." She said softly, trying to contain herself. She moved to his bedside and placed a hand on his arm. Pulling his hands back from his face, she said, "The only thing that matters is where we go from here." Close to him now, she could see just how old and frail he had become.
Her managed a laugh, wheezing again as he did. "Easy for you to say, my sweet Elf maid. You still have centuries ahead of you without me." He took her delicate, perfect hand in his aged ones, squeezing it as hard as he could.
"If you were serious earlier, we could still run." She said, trying not to sound overly optimistic. "Leave this broken old shell behind for a while?"
He smiled. "Of course. I would love nothing more." His old eyes sparkled, "Well, there is something I would love much more." Even though his face was wrinkled and worn, his smile was unchanged and transported her back in time.
She mustered a lopsided smile of her own, an expression borrowed from his younger days.
"I do not think you could handle that in your current state." She said, cupping his weathered cheek in her hand. "And if you try to mount me again, while we are shapeshifted, I will leave your feeble body stranded in the woods."
"Aye, my sweet captain, I remember my vow. Like it was only yesterday. You cannot blame me for thinking it though."
"I would be shocked otherwise. But, would you really think an Archdruid would not know how to cope with such...issues." She replied, passing her other hand over his body. A murmured word in a magical tongue and Mason’s aging form was once again transformed into an impressive dark brown dire wolf.
With his memories returned, so was their bond and she found his voice once again in her mind. ’That was a different spell?’ he asked as he gave the new four legged form a good stretch. He stepped over the bed, he now dwarfed and stood beside her, leaning in against her.
"Yes. Had I used the other, you would have been no more than a grizzled lame old wolf."
As he now filled most of the small cottage bedroom, Alleria waited to change as well. In an uncharacteristic act, she reached up to Mason’s now lupine face and lightly clapped her hand against his furry cheek a few times in an affectionate manner.
"Oy now. I am not some pet you can manhandle.’ He said in mix of amusement and mock-indignation.
A derisive snort was her only response as she made to leave the cottage. As she cleared the threshold, she too assumed the shape of a large dire wolf, signature white with her ritual scars pronounced against the pristine fur.
Mason bounded out of the cottage with the energy of a new pup. Now clear of the confines of four walls, he was free to caper and romp around. His energetic movements translated into what would have been jumps, jugs or a victory cheer into the more lupine movements of a bow, trail wag and full body shake. He even went so far as to drop on his back in front of her, pawing up at her head with his fore legs.
"You cannot imagine what it feels like to be able to move again! I feel like a young buck again. No more aches and pains, no more stiff limbs that refuse to move.’
"Good, then you will have no excuse when I beat you.’ She said whimsically, and then sprinted off.
Still rolling around in the grass on his back, he asked, confused, "Beat me? I don’t recall you ever trying to beat me. Though you did bite me aplenty.’ After a couple of violent sneezes, he hopped to his feet, looking in Alleria’s direction just in time to see a white blur of fur disappear into the tree line.
"No fair! You distracted me with sexual notions. Do you know how long it’s been since I even romanced my own hand?’ He called out to her mind, his humor carrying along with his words as he bounded off into the woods after her.
The two ran for hours without tiring. They followed the Delimbiyr river before exploring the Misty Forest further. They did their best to avoid its inhabitants, especially the other Elves and Druids that lived there. Mason was enthralled by the experience. Enjoying every moment, the enhanced senses the spell-shape provided him.
"I've been old for far too long.’ Mason said to Alleria as they paused to take a drink at a small stream.
She woofed in response, shaking excess water from the whiskers on her muzzle. "Not feeling so old tonight, I hope?’
He padded over to her, rubbing the top of his furry head against her neck. "No, but it still breaks my heart that so much time has passed.’ His ears flattened expressively.
"Please, Mason, do not dwell on it.’ She nudged his body with her nose, while swatting him with her tail. "We have now.’
"You can’t keep turning me into creatures that aren’t on the verge of death. Sooner or later, Lady Death finds us all.’
She nipped the side of his muzzle. "Stop.’
"If only I was also an Elf.’ He sank down by the side of the stream.
To hear him so remorseful, that finally broke her heart in two. She ended the spell-shape on herself at day down by the large brown wolf. Running her fingers through his thick fur, she talked softly to him, "I have a surprise for you."
"Oh?’ he asked, one droopy ear cocked to life as he lifted his head to look up at her. "Let me guess, you've developed an appetite for feeble old grey haired sailors? I realize satisfying you might be the death of me, but I’m willing to risk it.’ His toothy maw cracked a smile, his long tongue lolling out the side comically.
Alleria rolled her eyes, and then tapped his ruddy nose with a finger. "Only if the decrepit old fool is my favorite Half-Elf. Whom, I might add, may be old, but has aged like a fine Barovian wine. I do not think a bout of gentle love making would kill you, but, I would not want to risk it."
His ear drooped again. "I think being able to finally make love to my fair princess would lessen the heartbreak of all that has happened and ease the thoughts of my impending passing.’
She unshouldered her pack and laid down beside him. "Do not despair, my dearest. While you may have hung up your shield, I still had many more adventures."
He whined, "Don’t rub it in.’
"Not that kind, you foolish pup."
"Did you...?’ his question trailed off.
"Did I stay true to you?" She asked and the paused for a moment, before continuing. "Yes, but to be honest, I was very busy and the opportunity – a worthwhile opportunity – never presented itself."
"Too busy for sex?’ Even in his current form he managed to look aghast.
She drew a deep breath. "Mason, stop distracting me. I am trying to give you a small piece of good news."
"I'm sorry. It’s just since you changed back your scent has been filling my head with thoughts my body cannot act on.’
"This is what I am trying to tell you. I am afraid, like my magic, it is only another temporary solution."
He lifted his head, bringing it closer to hers, licking her face with his oversized tongue. "My apologies my fair maiden, do continue. But don’t scold me for continuing this disgusting, yet innocent, show of affection.’
"My handsome fool." She said with a chuckle, not bothering to even try avoiding his slobbery kisses. "About forty years ago I fell in with a company of Elven treasure hunters who planned a thorough sack of Saharelgard."
He ceased his licks a after a few well-placed swipes of his tongue across her cheek and rolled onto his side. Squirming playfully, he made room for her beside him.
She understood the invitation and shifted her body around, moving closer to fill the gap. "So, we were lucky enough to find a part that was untouched. An underground vault that was may have even belonged to Lady Saharel."
He curled his much larger body around hers prospectively. Though his legs didn’t bend that way, he did his best to try to hold her close.
In her mind, she could almost see him beside her, young and full of life like the first day they met. "When we brought all our findings together, I knew right away which item I had to have. It took most of my share, but that hardly mattered. I was still living of our spoils from Barovia at that time."
With his head resting against hers, he pressed his damp nose to her skin, "Don’t stop there, what was it?’
Without turning her head to look, she reached into her pack. A moment later she was holding up a small iron bound box. Shifting slightly, she freed up her other arm from under one of his forelegs. Taking a key from around her neck she unlocked the box.
"It does not look like much, but even then, I had a feeling it might be of use." She held up a tiny square bottle with an ornate stopper.
Mason sniffed at it. "You've got me. What is it?" he turned his muzzle from the bottle to her cheek, licking her again.
"A potion, based on a very powerful wizard spell. I had tried to learn the spell myself, but I lack the aptitude." She admitted weakly.
"But what does it do, woman?" he sounded as if he was losing his patience, or, at the very least letting his curiosity get the better of him.
She placed the bottle back in its box for safekeeping and placing it down between their bodies. She continued, "It is a more powerful version of the spell shape magic I know. My magics can only turn you into beasts. This one can turn you into almost anything, beast or being."
His lupine face lit up, dark brown eyes going wide. "For how long?’
"The spell lasts for an hour, I would assume the potion would as well." She replied, scratching his coarse fur under his chin lazily.
"So you could turn into a dragon or giant or troll?’
That drew a laugh from Alleria, patting his furry cheek lightly. "I am amazed, Mason, my dear. For once you are not thinking with your cock."
"You could turn into something with a cock?’ Now he was truly confused. Perhaps the feel of her fingers running through his fur was distracting him, making him dopey.
"You fool. The potion is for you."
"But I already have a cock, my love, you know that all too well.’ His eyelids were drooping lazily, contentedly.
She drew a long, suffering sigh that finally wound up a good-natured sound. "Must I spell it out for you, my fool? You will drink the potion, become a strong, young, Elf and for at least one hour, we will rut like a couple of farm animals."
"An Elf?’ he asked.
"A small favour. You could choose to be anything, Human, Dwarf, Elf..."
"But, you would prefer I was an Elf?’
"Yes, but not because I do not love you for who you are. But, as we are dropping my vow..." she rubbed his cheek again lightly. "We would only have an hour, and who knows how long together, after that. I would ask that something good, other than our own pleasure come from this magic."
"You want a child.’ He guessed.
"I want your child, but one that will not leave me before..."
"I know, my love. I understand. I always did.’ He said, leaning into her hand. "So, an Elf. A dark Elf, like...what was his name?’
Her eyes went wide at the thought of it, "You would not dare!"
He chuckled, "No, I wouldn’t dare. But, I would poke fun.’
"You can be a wicked, wicked man when you try."
Taking a slightly more serious tone, she said. "Your spell-shape will wear off soon. I will leave it to you what we do next."
Nosing at her cheek, he asked, "What are my choices?’
"I am not completely certain, but I think, with this spell..." she motioned to the lupine body, "I could keep death at bay for quite some time. Or, we could accept the inevitable and use the potion soon."
"Spend the rest of my life as a wolf, or horse, or some other creature? Or, share an hour of pure bliss with my princess and die happy?’
She did her best to keep the tears back. Only nodding in affirmation as a lump formed in her throat.
Those brown animal eyes looked thoughtful for a long moment, as he mulled over the choices she had set before him. When he finally spoke, his voice in her mind was soft and regretful. "As much as I would love nothing more than to spend decades more with you, Alleria, I think we both know it wouldn’t be much of an existence, living as your pet.’
"You would hardly be a pet." She argued weakly.
"Either way, we are using that potion.’ He winked up at her.
She moved the box to the side and pushed herself up into a seated potion, her fingers once again stroking his fur. "That went without saying." She said with a smile, the lump in her through dissolving a little.
"Perhaps once you have indulged me, my mind will be clear enough to decide on what comes next.’ He teased.
As the next steps, had apparently been decided, Alleria began to undo the laces of her leather tunic.
Mason lifted his head to watch, "You’re not suggesting...?’
"What? No. I would rather not waste any precious Elf time with removing all of my armor, or your bed clothes." She explained.
"A wise plan, wise indeed. I would like to savor this moment for as long as I can. So please, take as much time as you wish.’
Her laugh was soft and full of genuine amusement. "You call me your princess, yet you wish me to act as a tavern wench."
"Princess in the streets, wench in the sheets. Can you blame me?’ he asked, moving into a sitting position on his haunches. His bushy tail slapped against the leafy ground happily.
"No, My love. I would never fault you for being yourself." She continued to unlace the bindings that ran down the front of her tunic, between her beasts. Once complete, she shrugged it off, revealing only a sheer muslin shirt underneath.
Mason licked his chops unconsciously, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he watched raptly.
Pulling her shirt up over her head, Mason was finally treated with his first sight of flesh. Her breasts were just as he had remembered, perfect in shape and size. He whined pitiably and moved to all fours. "Your nipples are like...’ he was at a loss for words. "Change me back now, I need to wrap my lips around them!’
"Patience, Mason. I will not have your heart giving out before it is time." She stood as well, bending to pull off her boots before moving to unlace her pants.
The brown dire wolf began to pace, his hungry eyes locked on his lover. On one pass, as she was stepping out of her leather trousers, he dared to place a long lick along her exposed skin. "You can’t bite me now, for touching you.’ He teased.
He was right, but she did swat him on the nose playfully with her underwear. He grabbed them from her hand, in his teeth and pranced away from her playfully. He dropped them to the ground, pawing and sniffing at them. With his current senses, the scent of her was intoxicating. Lust was starting to cloud his mind.

"And what then? If you speak the truth, what would me remembering change? We won’t be transported back in time, back to Barovia. It is not time travel; it is just my memories." His bony fingers curled around the vial in his hand.

"What matters is that it is the true, and if you remember, it will at least in some small part, undo the feeling of unfairness I cannot shake." She said firmly

"If it is the case, all you will have done is pulled me into your misery and heartbreak with you."

"Mason." She pleaded. "Do this for me. For the us that we did not get to be."

He sighed deeply, the exercise causing him to cough deeply for a moment. "It won’t undo what has been done, but since you came all this way, and you did try to do the right thing, with my memories..." He unfurled his fingers and clumsily uncorked the glass vial. He swirled the silver liquid inside around.

"Thank you." She said, running her fingers through her long raven hair in almost a nervous fashion.

The old man held the vial up to his nose, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The shimmering vapors disappeared up his nose as tiny wisps. For a long, still moment, Mason’s eyes remained closed, his face falling. The vial remained clutched in his hand. When he finally opened his eyes, they were glassy with emotion and it took him a few moments, blinking rapidly, to compose himself.

"Alleria." He whispered. "How could I have ever forgotten what we had?" he dropped the vial, his hands moving to cover his face. "I was so horrible to you."

"It is in the past, Mason." She said softly, trying to contain herself. She moved to his bedside and placed a hand on his arm. Pulling his hands back from his face, she said, "The only thing that matters is where we go from here." Close to him now, she could see just how old and frail he had become.

Her managed a laugh, wheezing again as he did. "Easy for you to say, my sweet Elf maid. You still have centuries ahead of you without me." He took her delicate, perfect hand in his aged ones, squeezing it as hard as he could.

"If you were serious earlier, we could still run." She said, trying not to sound overly optimistic. "Leave this broken old shell behind for a while?"

He smiled. "Of course. I would love nothing more." His old eyes sparkled, "Well, there is something I would love much more." Even though his face was wrinkled and worn, his smile was unchanged and transported her back in time.

She mustered a lopsided smile of her own, an expression borrowed from his younger days.

"I do not think you could handle that in your current state." She said, cupping his weathered cheek in her hand. "And if you try to mount me again, while we are shapeshifted, I will leave your feeble body stranded in the woods."

"Aye, my sweet captain, I remember my vow. Like it was only yesterday. You cannot blame me for thinking it though."

"I would be shocked otherwise. But, would you really think an Archdruid would not know how to cope with such...issues." She replied, passing her other hand over his body. A murmured word in a magical tongue and Mason’s aging form was once again transformed into an impressive dark brown dire wolf.

With his memories returned, so was their bond and she found his voice once again in her mind. ’That was a different spell?’ he asked as he gave the new four legged form a good stretch. He stepped over the bed, he now dwarfed and stood beside her, leaning in against her.

"Yes. Had I used the other, you would have been no more than a grizzled lame old wolf."

As he now filled most of the small cottage bedroom, Alleria waited to change as well. In an uncharacteristic act, she reached up to Mason’s now lupine face and lightly clapped her hand against his furry cheek a few times in an affectionate manner.

"Oy now. I am not some pet you can manhandle.’ He said in mix of amusement and mock-indignation.

A derisive snort was her only response as she made to leave the cottage. As she cleared the threshold, she too assumed the shape of a large dire wolf, signature white with her ritual scars pronounced against the pristine fur.

Mason bounded out of the cottage with the energy of a new pup. Now clear of the confines of four walls, he was free to caper and romp around. His energetic movements translated into what would have been jumps, jugs or a victory cheer into the more lupine movements of a bow, trail wag and full body shake. He even went so far as to drop on his back in front of her, pawing up at her head with his fore legs.

"You cannot imagine what it feels like to be able to move again! I feel like a young buck again. No more aches and pains, no more stiff limbs that refuse to move.’

"Good, then you will have no excuse when I beat you.’ She said whimsically, and then sprinted off.

Still rolling around in the grass on his back, he asked, confused, "Beat me? I don’t recall you ever trying to beat me. Though you did bite me aplenty.’ After a couple of violent sneezes, he hopped to his feet, looking in Alleria’s direction just in time to see a white blur of fur disappear into the tree line.

"No fair! You distracted me with sexual notions. Do you know how long it’s been since I even romanced my own hand?’ He called out to her mind, his humor carrying along with his words as he bounded off into the woods after her.

The two ran for hours without tiring. They followed the Delimbiyr river before exploring the Misty Forest further. They did their best to avoid its inhabitants, especially the other Elves and Druids that lived there. Mason was enthralled by the experience. Enjoying every moment, the enhanced senses the spell-shape provided him.

"I've been old for far too long.’ Mason said to Alleria as they paused to take a drink at a small stream.

She woofed in response, shaking excess water from the whiskers on her muzzle. "Not feeling so old tonight, I hope?’

He padded over to her, rubbing the top of his furry head against her neck. "No, but it still breaks my heart that so much time has passed.’ His ears flattened expressively.

"Please, Mason, do not dwell on it.’ She nudged his body with her nose, while swatting him with her tail. "We have now.’

"You can’t keep turning me into creatures that aren’t on the verge of death. Sooner or later, Lady Death finds us all.’

She nipped the side of his muzzle. "Stop.’

"If only I was also an Elf.’ He sank down by the side of the stream.

To hear him so remorseful, that finally broke her heart in two. She ended the spell-shape on herself at day down by the large brown wolf. Running her fingers through his thick fur, she talked softly to him, "I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?’ he asked, one droopy ear cocked to life as he lifted his head to look up at her. "Let me guess, you've developed an appetite for feeble old grey haired sailors? I realize satisfying you might be the death of me, but I’m willing to risk it.’ His toothy maw cracked a smile, his long tongue lolling out the side comically.

Alleria rolled her eyes, and then tapped his ruddy nose with a finger. "Only if the decrepit old fool is my favorite Half-Elf. Whom, I might add, may be old, but has aged like a fine Barovian wine. I do not think a bout of gentle love making would kill you, but, I would not want to risk it."

His ear drooped again. "I think being able to finally make love to my fair princess would lessen the heartbreak of all that has happened and ease the thoughts of my impending passing.’

She unshouldered her pack and laid down beside him. "Do not despair, my dearest. While you may have hung up your shield, I still had many more adventures."

He whined, "Don’t rub it in.’

"Not that kind, you foolish pup."

"Did you...?’ his question trailed off.

"Did I stay true to you?" She asked and the paused for a moment, before continuing. "Yes, but to be honest, I was very busy and the opportunity – a worthwhile opportunity – never presented itself."

"Too busy for sex?’ Even in his current form he managed to look aghast.

She drew a deep breath. "Mason, stop distracting me. I am trying to give you a small piece of good news."

"I'm sorry. It’s just since you changed back your scent has been filling my head with thoughts my body cannot act on.’

"This is what I am trying to tell you. I am afraid, like my magic, it is only another temporary solution."

He lifted his head, bringing it closer to hers, licking her face with his oversized tongue. "My apologies my fair maiden, do continue. But don’t scold me for continuing this disgusting, yet innocent, show of affection.’

"My handsome fool." She said with a chuckle, not bothering to even try avoiding his slobbery kisses. "About forty years ago I fell in with a company of Elven treasure hunters who planned a thorough sack of Saharelgard."

He ceased his licks a after a few well-placed swipes of his tongue across her cheek and rolled onto his side. Squirming playfully, he made room for her beside him.

She understood the invitation and shifted her body around, moving closer to fill the gap. "So, we were lucky enough to find a part that was untouched. An underground vault that was may have even belonged to Lady Saharel."

He curled his much larger body around hers prospectively. Though his legs didn’t bend that way, he did his best to try to hold her close.

In her mind, she could almost see him beside her, young and full of life like the first day they met. "When we brought all our findings together, I knew right away which item I had to have. It took most of my share, but that hardly mattered. I was still living of our spoils from Barovia at that time."

With his head resting against hers, he pressed his damp nose to her skin, "Don’t stop there, what was it?’

Without turning her head to look, she reached into her pack. A moment later she was holding up a small iron bound box. Shifting slightly, she freed up her other arm from under one of his forelegs. Taking a key from around her neck she unlocked the box.

"It does not look like much, but even then, I had a feeling it might be of use." She held up a tiny square bottle with an ornate stopper.

Mason sniffed at it. "You've got me. What is it?" he turned his muzzle from the bottle to her cheek, licking her again.

"A potion, based on a very powerful wizard spell. I had tried to learn the spell myself, but I lack the aptitude." She admitted weakly.

"But what does it do, woman?" he sounded as if he was losing his patience, or, at the very least letting his curiosity get the better of him.

She placed the bottle back in its box for safekeeping and placing it down between their bodies. She continued, "It is a more powerful version of the spell shape magic I know. My magics can only turn you into beasts. This one can turn you into almost anything, beast or being."

His lupine face lit up, dark brown eyes going wide. "For how long?’

"The spell lasts for an hour, I would assume the potion would as well." She replied, scratching his coarse fur under his chin lazily.

"So you could turn into a dragon or giant or troll?’

That drew a laugh from Alleria, patting his furry cheek lightly. "I am amazed, Mason, my dear. For once you are not thinking with your cock."

"You could turn into something with a cock?’ Now he was truly confused. Perhaps the feel of her fingers running through his fur was distracting him, making him dopey.

"You fool. The potion is for you."

"But I already have a cock, my love, you know that all too well.’ His eyelids were drooping lazily, contentedly.

She drew a long, suffering sigh that finally wound up a good-natured sound. "Must I spell it out for you, my fool? You will drink the potion, become a strong, young, Elf and for at least one hour, we will rut like a couple of farm animals."

"An Elf?’ he asked.

"A small favour. You could choose to be anything, Human, Dwarf, Elf..."

"But, you would prefer I was an Elf?’

"Yes, but not because I do not love you for who you are. But, as we are dropping my vow..." she rubbed his cheek again lightly. "We would only have an hour, and who knows how long together, after that. I would ask that something good, other than our own pleasure come from this magic."

"You want a child.’ He guessed.

"I want your child, but one that will not leave me before..."

"I know, my love. I understand. I always did.’ He said, leaning into her hand. "So, an Elf. A dark Elf, like...what was his name?’

Her eyes went wide at the thought of it, "You would not dare!"

He chuckled, "No, I wouldn’t dare. But, I would poke fun.’

"You can be a wicked, wicked man when you try."

Taking a slightly more serious tone, she said. "Your spell-shape will wear off soon. I will leave it to you what we do next."

Nosing at her cheek, he asked, "What are my choices?’

"I am not completely certain, but I think, with this spell..." she motioned to the lupine body, "I could keep death at bay for quite some time. Or, we could accept the inevitable and use the potion soon."

"Spend the rest of my life as a wolf, or horse, or some other creature? Or, share an hour of pure bliss with my princess and die happy?’

She did her best to keep the tears back. Only nodding in affirmation as a lump formed in her throat.

Those brown animal eyes looked thoughtful for a long moment, as he mulled over the choices she had set before him. When he finally spoke, his voice in her mind was soft and regretful. "As much as I would love nothing more than to spend decades more with you, Alleria, I think we both know it wouldn’t be much of an existence, living as your pet.’

"You would hardly be a pet." She argued weakly.

"Either way, we are using that potion.’ He winked up at her.

She moved the box to the side and pushed herself up into a seated potion, her fingers once again stroking his fur. "That went without saying." She said with a smile, the lump in her through dissolving a little.

"Perhaps once you have indulged me, my mind will be clear enough to decide on what comes next.’ He teased.

As the next steps, had apparently been decided, Alleria began to undo the laces of her leather tunic.

Mason lifted his head to watch, "You’re not suggesting...?’

"What? No. I would rather not waste any precious Elf time with removing all of my armor, or your bed clothes." She explained.

"A wise plan, wise indeed. I would like to savor this moment for as long as I can. So please, take as much time as you wish.’

Her laugh was soft and full of genuine amusement. "You call me your princess, yet you wish me to act as a tavern wench."

"Princess in the streets, wench in the sheets. Can you blame me?’ he asked, moving into a sitting position on his haunches. His bushy tail slapped against the leafy ground happily.

"No, My love. I would never fault you for being yourself." She continued to unlace the bindings that ran down the front of her tunic, between her beasts. Once complete, she shrugged it off, revealing only a sheer muslin shirt underneath.

Mason licked his chops unconsciously, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he watched raptly.

Pulling her shirt up over her head, Mason was finally treated with his first sight of flesh. Her breasts were just as he had remembered, perfect in shape and size. He whined pitiably and moved to all fours. "Your nipples are like...’ he was at a loss for words. "Change me back now, I need to wrap my lips around them!’

"Patience, Mason. I will not have your heart giving out before it is time." She stood as well, bending to pull off her boots before moving to unlace her pants.

The brown dire wolf began to pace, his hungry eyes locked on his lover. On one pass, as she was stepping out of her leather trousers, he dared to place a long lick along her exposed skin. "You can’t bite me now, for touching you.’ He teased.

He was right, but she did swat him on the nose playfully with her underwear. He grabbed them from her hand, in his teeth and pranced away from her playfully. He dropped them to the ground, pawing and sniffing at them. With his current senses, the scent of her was intoxicating. Lust was starting to cloud his mind.