“Running Wild” by Sarah McCarty

A ballad of three wolven brothers by Troubaudor Lola and Minstrel Sheridan - Part III (Wyatt’s Story)

I

Now twere the tale of the third wolven brethren
A tale we have saved for laste
For Wyatt the alpha of the werewolves,
Will break his lover’s sexual faste
Looking e’er at his cousins, his loyal lieutenants at his side
Having founde luve both of them, he could not help but sigh
“O where is my lady love, wherefore doth she tarry,
When I long to hold her in mine arms, and in a feather bed be merry.”

II

But fear thee not O sexye Wyatt, let thy heart not blister
For this book features a third sister
Of faire Lisa and bonny Robin true
Sweet Heather her name, a practical maiden through and through
And so ’twas her nature to disbelieve
That her sisters to wolven brothers cleave
Thinking that Knights Donovan and Kelon must surely be resorting to tricks
And that her faire sisters must love di*ks
For werewolves surely do not exist
She quoth, until Wyatt his lips she doth kiss

III

Where when King Wyatt her virtues heard,
And this fair lady seen,
But with nay consent of all his court
He made his wife and queen
Wyatt in a fight for his kingdom doth struggle,
Though nonetheless he finds time to cuddle
O’ lucky be sweet Heather, to be held in yonder arms so brawny
And this gallant knight doth admire, even though her ass be scrawny
They spent their passione in a night most wilde
Heather’s screams heardst through the night
Ne’er knowing that comst the morrow, for Wyatt’s kingdom he doth fight

IV

Awakn’d sweetly Heather, aching and most tendere
And whatever scraps of virtue, art at Wyatt’s hand surrendered
Hastened quickly to her sisters’ abode she did
And disappointed twere two sisters dear, that the eldest had not been bit
They examin’d her swan like neck with the greatest of concern
But not a single mark, did their eagle eyes discern
Twas only when Heather cradled grevious wounded Wyatt so he could rest,
That she realized in the night before, he had in passion, bit her breast!
As a result of such a bite, poor ladye Heather her body did react
And only Wyatt’s manly lance did it wish to attract

V

Sensitive and sore’d did she feel
Unless Wyatt took the time to make her squeal
But as their passions took hold like monkeys in a barrell
Wyatt’s life was was in peril
For as Alpha rising his crown was not secure
And rounds of beating didst his body doth endure
Sav’d finally by his old man who gave him his own pack
Wyatt took his lady love and never looked back
With Donovan and Kelon and their lady wives
Wyatt and Heather lived without strife
Thus this endeth the ballad of the wolven brothers three
And now we bidst thee adieu as Lola, Sheridan and Mimi doth flee
To findst ourselves our own Alpha werewolf mates
Ensuring that happy bliss shall always be their fates
Happily we wouldst our necks and breasts bare
For to be mark’d by a wolf, O nothing wouldst compare!