The Pure Princess

Storm is striking to see at first glance; she's striking to see at any glance. Standing at a mere 5"2, she's surrounded by an aura of power that doesn't quite match her small, feminine frame. She has stormy gray eyes, of which her parents named her after, and long jet white hair to her waist. Although she looks of a perfect, feminine physique, small and fragile, Stormy is anything but that. As she sits alone, on the bank of a pond, she eyes angrily at the scene in front of her. The entire pack of mating age wolves are all cooling down in the pond just before dusk to shift and run like savages through the woods with heat and passion in a predator and prey hunt of s****l tension. While she sits in her white silk ceremonial gown across from them, she too feels the primal need of physical contact. The wolves shifting for the first time since they turned eighteen may even find their mates, which could only happen if both parties are in their wolf form. Her entire life, she has been told she is the next in the prophecy to die. She was conceived only to watch her twin brother, Rage, ascend the throne as the next Alpha Red King, then she would die a tragic but expected death. Like every pure princess before her. Pure... She's not allowed to take a lover. It's said she doesn't even desire, which isn't true. She must be a submissive, perfect princess that keeps the face of this centuries old "tradition" alive. It's felt like a prison that she didn't ask for and didn't want. She felt jaded. The worst feeling she'd had? Watching all the wolves grow around her and shift for the first time when they were 16... Because no Pure Princess has ever had a wolf. She had to smile and nod and paint the facade that she's happy and proud of the wolves around her celebrating and enjoying cooling off their steamy bits in the cold water in front of her. No, she's pissed. Especially at her i***t brother, standing at the other end of the pond, tossing shewolves into the water one by one, laughing, as they giggle and literally throw themselves at him. He was the exact opposite of her, though they share the same birthday as each other in 2 months, when he will turn 21, and she will die, as prophecy will repeat itself again. Rage is 6"8, 320 pounds of pure muscle. His neck is the size of Storm's thigh. He's the largest male, aside from her father, in the pack. His hair, like every Alpha Red King before him, is firey red, and as it moves in the sun or moonlight, it looks as if it's a live flame. He will take many shewolves tonight, as he has done every full moon, and the shewolves will bend over in submission to please their unmated Alpha. The rest of the pack joins in the clearing in a field just behind Storm. The pack slowly moved aside respectfully as the Alpha Red King and the Luna Queen walk to the center of the clearing behind Storm. Everyone will shift and run tonight, for this is the last full moon before her father steps down as King, and Rage will ascend. Traditionally, while a pure princess lives, she performs duties as a blessing before big Clan events. The King's final run as King and the King's first run as King will be the last two she ever has to do because shortly after, she will die. Storm has dreaded her duties as a princess, so at least these will be her last, but she's never refused or spoken out about these duties out of respect to her parents, who have always been loving and caring. Just as the dawn approaches, Storm rises. She walks slowly to her father and lays her right hand on his head. The forest is completely silent. The commotion in the water is still, and each member is holding their breath. The father and daughter stay that way for several moments, and Storm feels her eyes watering. Although her father was stern, she knew he always had a hard time looking her in the eye. She knew it pained him that he was going to lose her. Or maybe it was because Storm looked identical to his sister, who died in his arms the night he became Alpha Red King. She knew he loved her very much. Her father tried to lock himself away on the Hybrid Solar Eclipse, chained to a cave away from his mate to break the cycle. But the pull was unearthly and too strong for him. Both father and daughter were engrossed in their feelings, knowing this will be the last time she laid her hand on him for ceremony. Once every century, a mated Alpha Red King will change to their wolf from unwillingly in the middle of the day, during a rare occurrence of the Hybrid Solar Eclipse. The need to mate will overtake him, and many Alphas in the past have almost killed their Luna Queens in the process. Then, the next set of twins are born. Storm takes a deep breath, a single tear running down her cheek and looks into her father's eyes, "Long live the King." She yelled. The King kissed his daughter's cheek where the tear fell and jumped over her transitioning to his giant wolf form to let out a long, powerful howl that could be heard for miles. His coat matched his Firey red hair like his sons, sprinkled with gray and white hairs from age. The Luna shifted into her soft gray wolf, then Rage. After mother and son howled in unison, the rest of the pack shifted as well. The Luna Queen took her place on the left side of the King, and Rage ran from the other side of the pond to take the other side of his Mother, flanking her. The Queen Luna looks like a small ash pile in the middle of two roaring flames of fur, shifting in the wind. For Wolves, you protect the Luna at all costs. They will flank her until she grows tired and wants to spend alone time with her Alpha. Then the entire pack will finally give into their lustful rage and s*x games, and not be back until Dusk. The Luna Queen looked back at her daughter with sad eyes and then nestled the neck of her Alpha, a gesture he affectionately returned. When their moment was over, the Luna Queen sprung forward with an entire pack of thousands of wolves behind her, rushing past Storm like little balls of fur. When the commotion was no longer in her advanced hearing range and the rest of the forest went silent, Storm was finally alone. She could no longer hear, smell, or sense anyone around for miles. She slipped the skinny straps of the silk white dress off her slinder shoulders and shimmed out of it as she walked towards the now empty pond. Once she was knee deep in the cool still water, she sighed in relief. Part of being the Pure Princess is to never be touched... but no one said she couldn't touch herself. Storm needed to relieve some of the pain she felt by the full moon, making her core throb and ache with need like every other shewolf. It would physically hurt her to ignore it much longer. Storm kept walking, slowing in anticipation, her eyes fixated on her naked silhouette reflecting in the moonlight. Her long, straight hair dangling down her breasts, slowing bouncing with every step. Her lips parted as she ran her tongue sensually around her lips and imagined it was someone else...