Medieval Beast Shifters

By CS Sax

Three shapeshifting warriors—a unicorn, a phoenix and a griffin—court their human maidens while battling ancient prophecies and powerful enemies.
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They are dominant and determined, masters of their medieval kingdoms and beings of legend. These magical knights of old are destined to love their ladies until the end of time. They will do anything for their fated mates, will battle for the right to hold them, touch them, make them theirs.

The Unicorn And The Virgin (The Unicorn Prince) – ‘Beware the virgin. Chastity brings death.’ That is the prophecy Reiter, the prince of the unicorns, has spent his life evading. Unbeknownst to him, his mate, the daring and brave Princess Lizbeth, is more innocent than she seems.

Return Of The Phoenix (The Phoenix) – Phoenix’s child bride is all grown up and demanding to be released from her wedding vows. Lord Phoenix has other plans for his fire sorceress mate. He hopes to be reborn in her flames.

Griffin’s Vow (The Griffin) – Lord Griffin tried to woo his mate using the principles of courtly love. She accepted his passion but not his proposals. Now, the rough, gruff warrior seeks to win her his way...while warding off a powerful and deadly rival.

.Escape into a medieval fantasy world with these three lunch-hour-length romances

• Language: English
• Publisher: CS Sax
• Release date: Mar 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781987971422

CS Sax

C.S. Sax is the not-so-secret identity of a USA Today Bestselling Author. Under this identity, she writes fun and steamy short stories.Every story is a romance with the expected romance ending and can be read on their own. These lunch-hour-length reads are bundled by their shared worlds into collections

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The Unicorn And The Virgin

Chapter One

For years, in her dreams, Lizbeth had encountered the fantastical being she referred to as her unicorn prince. He would come to her in equine form. She would touch him, pet him, spend time with him.

Once they established trust between them, he allowed her to ride him…and do other things, wonderful, naughty things.

This night, Lizbeth clutched her mount’s flowing black mane as he galloped along the surf. His hooves, soundless against the terrain, kicked up sand and salt water.

Waves rolled in from the darkness to crash silently around them. The tangy coast air teased her nostrils. Droplets beaded on her bare legs. Her eyes widened with wonder as she gazed around them.

She had never seen the sea. This experience was beyond the limits of her imagination. But, before she had met him, she had also never ridden a unicorn.

Yet there was no doubt she was riding one now. Moonlight reflected off his ebony horn. It protruded straight and proud from his forelock. His head was held high, a stance one would expect from the prince of all unicorns.

Lizbeth glanced behind them. He led his herd. Unicorns of every color followed them. They were paired with ladies as varied as they were.

The women weren’t wearing any garments.

Lizbeth was also naked.

Although she was raised to be a lady, was taught to be prim and proper, she no longer felt any shame over her lack of clothing. That mortification had passed months ago. Now, she experienced only freedom and a building desire.

She crouched low over her unicorn prince’s neck. His form was reassuringly solid under her ass. His coat was as soft as silk between her naked thighs.

His shoulders rubbed against her pussy as he moved, his muscles rippling in a relentless caress, stimulating her all over. Each surge forward teased her clit more and more, escalating her passion, her need.

She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him against her body. His mane blew across her face. Her nipples had tightened in the cool night air. Her pussy was massaged, coaxing more wetness from her core. She throbbed. She ached. She needed more. Release was close, within arm’s length, a brush of the fingers away from her. She hunched lower on her mount, seeking to increase the pressure.

Her unicorn rolled and she squeaked, the sound unheard. She was falling, falling, and then she was caught in strong human arms. Her prince grinned at her, his white teeth flashing in his dark face, his black eyes gleaming.

She reached out and touched his cheek. His skin was warm, smooth.

He turned his head and nipped at the heal of her hand. She sucked in her breath, the slight pain spiking her anticipation. He placed her palm on his bare chest. His heart pounded under her fingertips.

Her prince was as excited as she was. Her gaze met his. Passion burned in the depths of his eyes.

His lips captured hers. She opened to him and he immediately claimed that offered territory, stroking into her mouth with his tongue. Their flesh tangled and twined.

He lowered over her, flattening her curves with his muscular form. She sank, not into sand, but into a substance as soft as the lushest mattress. Her prince’s chest heaved. His skin shone with the sheen of sweat.

She breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of horse and aroused male. His cock, hard and long and thick, pressed against her stomach. Her fingers splayed over his pecs. She wanted him…badly.

Desire flared in her dream warrior’s eyes. He maneuvered her onto her front, hooked one arm around her waist, drew her upward until her naked ass was in the air. Wedging his knees between her legs, he widened her stance.

Her prince now had a view of all of her—her pussy lips, her needy entrance, her wetness. Lizbeth’s face heated with shame and excitement.

He was not the only being who could see her aroused state. Her gaze lifted.

Two arm lengths away from her, a bearded warrior kneeled between the open legs of a buxom brunette. He feasted on the lady’s pussy as she thrashed, her beautiful face twisted in ecstasy.

A gorgeous lady with ebony skin vigorously rode a young warrior. Her pert ass smacked against his thighs. Her firm breasts jiggled enticingly.

More warriors and ladies cavorted with an almost drunken passion upon the sand, their naked forms writhing, their desire feeding Lizbeth’s.

Her prince was never alone with her in their dreams. The other participants didn’t touch her. Her unicorn shifter was possessive. But he enjoyed putting her on display.

And that stimulated her. She wiggled her ass.

He obligingly smacked the part of her and she twitched, heat radiating from that point of contact, fusing with her lust. Her prince squeezed her ass and released, squeezed and released. She moaned softly, silently.

Large rough hands slid between her ass cheeks. She became still, freezing in place. He spread her, exposing her forbidden hole.

She breathed harder as he skimmed one of his fingers down that crevice, circled her puckered opening round and round. Her prince pushed gently, relaying the message—he owned her. He could breach that part of her if he wanted to do that and she wouldn’t stop him.

Lizbeth didn’t protest that because…he was right. He did own her, had owned her since the first dream. All of her was his and she embraced that, loved that.

Her warrior lowered his fingers, continuing his torment, fanning the intimate folds of her pussy, teasing her clit. She trembled with yearning, arching her back.

He invaded her tight entrance with one thick finger, the pressure against her inner walls divine, the fullness making her ache for more. Her pussy was pumped once, twice, three times, and she panted, veering closer and closer to satisfaction.

Then he withdrew and she bit back a scream, frustrating, needy.

He shook against her. The cursed warrior was laughing at her.

His shaft slid along her wet pussy lips, his form folded over hers, and her irritation dissipated, replaced by the wanting he had taught her to crave.

He reached for her right hand, placed it on his hard cock. That pressed him with more vigor against her, increasing the decadent sensations flowing through her. He pulsed under her palm, along her pussy folds, her clit. She felt everything and it was glorious and torturous at the same time.

Her prince moved slowly at first, allowing her to become accustomed to the motion. She branded his shaft with her scent, her wetness, her pussy juices slicking the erotic slide.

Their pace quickened. His thrusts forward grew harder, faster. His hips slapped against her ass. Her body swayed with the impact.

She was completely at his mercy, and he rode her hard. Her warrior reached around her form with his right hand, cupped one of her full breasts, gripping her with a heart-pounding harshness. He planted his left arm like a pillar beside her, stabilizing them.

They fucked without entry. It was rough and savage. Emotion and connection swirled around them, binding her tighter to her prince.

After a lifetime of solitude, being the only child of a wealthy noble couple, isolated and protected from the rest of the world, the link with him, the public joining, the scenes of shared debauchery were answers to her most secret wishes.

At the edges of her blurred vision, the bearded warrior and the brunette fucked like wild things. His clenched ass pumped, his cock swallowed up by the woman’s pink pussy lips.

Lizbeth stroked her prince’s shaft, as she imagined him taking her like that. A thrilling rumble rolled up his form.

Her warrior was large. She’d stretch snugly around his cock, too snugly. There would be a hint of pain, decadent and divine.

Her breath turned ragged. That was what she needed, some agony and then she’d come. She was so close, so—

Her prince bit her, hard on the shoulder, breaking the skin. That sublime hurt shattered her. She screamed soundlessly as waves of ecstasy rushed up to claim her, dragging her under, under, under, until she was drowning in feeling.

Seeking to hold onto something, someone, him, she clenched his cock with her fingers, pressing him more savagely against her beleaguered pussy. He jerked, all his muscles flexing against her.

Lizbeth didn’t hear her prince roar. She felt that primitive sound. Her skin vibrated with the impact. Hot cum splattered in intense spurts against her stomach.

He bathed her in his essence, soaked her with his scent as bliss swept over them again and again. The pleasure was almost unbearable. She shook, her arms and legs quivering. Tears of rapture dripped down her cheeks, off her chin.

Weakness gripped her, all her energy absorbed by her euphoria. She couldn’t maintain her pose on her own.

Only her warrior’s arm, strapped around her waist, held her upright. Tremors rocked his big form but he didn’t fall, didn’t collapse. He protected her from his own release.

Lizbeth’s lips lifted into a small smile. She was safe with her unicorn prince.

He would never hurt her.

Chapter Two

Lizbeth woke at sunrise.

Her nose twitched. The scent of sex clung to the air. She wiggled, could barely move. The bedsheets were twisted around her body in a tight embrace.

That body was naked. She untangled herself. Her night clothes seemed to have been discarded during her slumber. She frowned. Her shoulder was also sore and her stomach was sticky.

She felt as though she had been thoroughly ravished.

Mercy. She sat abruptly upright. That wasn’t good.

She rolled out of bed and rushed to the basin, washed away the substance on her skin. It couldn’t be his cum. The nocturnal fucking had been a dream.

Her unicorn prince and her lustful reaction to him were figments of her sinful thoughts, her secret desires. They were desires no proper lady should have.

Lizbeth scrubbed her stomach more vigorously, trying to remove the proof from her form and the need for him from her mind.

The water was cool against her heated skin but it didn’t douse her yearnings.

You be an early bird now, milady. The tart voice made Lizbeth jump. Her maid stood at the bedchamber threshold. She carried a freshly pressed gown in her arms. Not since you were a wee tyke have you met the morn sun.

Lizbeth pulled on a clean shift. Does the siege continue? Embarrassed by her musings, she attempted to change the subject.

The siege was unlike any other she had heard of. The unicorn prince’s forces had surrounded their walls for months. No one could enter or leave the castle but food and other essential supplies were allowed through the barricade.

Her papa thought the deliveries were due to strategic errors made by the prince. He crowed to others about the ineptitude of his most hated foe.

Lizbeth knew better. She touched the fruit on her dressing table. It was a special orange, grown only in the south, in the land of the unicorn prince.

The free flow of supplies was intentional. Her warrior had sent the orange for her, had ensured she wouldn’t be directly harmed by his unusual wooing.

He protected her even as he waged war.

Aye, the siege continues. Her maid frowned. Never have I seen our lord in such a state. Your momma is worried and rightly so.

The woman slipped the gown over Lizbeth’s head.

A tinge of guilt struck her. She was to blame for the siege. The prince came for her. He hadn’t declared her to be the reason for the attack, but in her heart, she knew that truth.

She sucked in her stomach as her maid laced her up. Many brave men are dying.

Aye. Her maid sniffled. And many more will die before this be done. War be a nasty business, milady.

The older woman pulled a comb through Lizbeth’s locks.

Many more men would die. Lizbeth released a heavy breath. She couldn’t allow that to happen. They had already lost too many warriors.

She was scared of the future, of the unknown, of what her papa, her mama, others would think of her if she embraced her fate.

But her unicorn prince wouldn’t hurt her. She knew that. And he wouldn’t leave until he had obtained her.

Other warriors’ lives were worth more than her freedom.

Lizbeth squared her shoulders. She had to stop the siege. Leave my hair down, please.

Her unicorn prince liked it down. In the past, his eyes had glimmered with admiration when she wore it like that.

I have to go. She moved toward the doorway.

No walking the wall this day, milady. Her maid relayed that advice, calling after her. Our lord does not like it.

Her papa would like what she was considering doing even less. He hated the prince, disliked everything he stood for, everything he’d heard about the warrior.

Lizbeth hurried down the stairs. As she descended, the sounds of war amplified. Arrows pinged off stone. Metal clanged against metal. Men cried out in pain.

Stop fighting. A deep voice shouted that command.

The order was repeated multiple times, spreading like ripples on a pond. The noise of battle quieted.

Lizbeth quivered. It was eerie how her warrior sensed she was near.

It was equally uncanny how she knew when he was on the battlefield. Awareness shimmered through her as she reached the top of the walls.

She exited the darkness of the castle, striding into the light. For a heartbeat, she could see nothing.

When her eyes adjusted to the morning sun, she looked down. Her gaze found his form with no pause, as though she had been drawn to him.

Her unicorn prince sat upon a black destrier, his back straight, his posture proud. His dark face was tilted upward, his male beauty stealing her breath.

Their gazes met, locking. The moment stretched into forever.

They didn’t speak. Words weren’t required. In his eyes, she saw his determination. He wanted her, would stop at nothing to capture her.

When he had secured her, he would have her…in all ways. She’d heard the stories. Her papa’s knights, when they thought she wasn’t near, spoke of all night orgies, the sharing of women, and other sexual deviations.

Her unicorn prince wouldn’t share her, her heart assured her of that, but he wouldn’t hide her away either. Her skin pebbled with anticipation.

She should be horrified,