While it slid into my mouth and down my throat, I managed to trace the pulsing veins of his dick with my agile tongue. He growled and grunted in delight, feeling the way I worked over his cock.
“That’s it… That’s it, my little princess whore… Suck your Lord’s cock… Suck your husband’s cock…”
God, but it felt delicious to be a whore, to be a slut for my husband! So, there was something fun about marriage—no one could say a word against us for this, for it was blessed by Othon! I began to bob my head, emboldened by the knowledge that the gods were smiling favorably, ever so favorably on the way I pleasured my husband.
“Ugh, faster!” roared my Wolf Lord, his voice veritably dripping with wolfish, bestial desire. Tears came to my eyes and then flooded them, sliding down my cheeks as I gasped for breath through my nose, but I wasn’t about to disappoint him. His pleasure was my only goal.
I was submitting to him. Submitting to my Wolf Lord. Submitting to his power, to his hunger, to his desire. That was all I wanted—to please him, and to serve him.
I reached down to play with his balls, teasing and stroking them, just like he liked before but seemed unwilling to admit, as I sucked him faster and faster. I made noises that were unmentionable, horrific, so disgusting and naughty… but I did not care. These were the things that the courtesans, who were tasked with teaching my sisters and me about the arts of love, never told us, never taught us—that you will make noises you never thought yourself, reared in the most rarified of settings, capable of making.
Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, sucking for all I was worth, sucking just like I knew my Wolf Lord wanted it. His cock invading my throat, much as he had invaded our lands, invaded our court, invaded my life…
Invaded my heart.
“Ugh, goddamn it all to hell…” the Wolf murmured. I felt him getting closer and closer, felt his desire upon me. I knew it wouldn’t be long, wouldn’t be long until his cock burst in my mouth, filled it with his salty, sweet cum. I looked forward to tasting it, looked forward to slurping it down as hungrily as I could, gobbling it and devouring it, savoring it…
Savoring it as a token, as a symbol of my submission and devotion to him.
“You’ve improved from last night, methinks…” the Wolf Lord grunted and then groaned, letting out a bestial howl. My eyes widened as I felt it—felt his cock pumping and pulsing in my mouth, felt it expanding and then the seed, the hot cum, pouring out of his cock, pouring into my mouth and down my throat. I tried to keep jacking him with my lips but I gagged, my gag only slurping his cum down more efficiently.
“That’s it… Swallow your Lord’s cum…” the Wolf Lord grunted. “Drink it down. Drink it down. This is your husband now.”
And he was right. I was slurping down my husband’s hot, sticky cum, and gods, but I felt glorious doing that.
Finally, I was finished—I had suckled him dry and swallowed every drop deposited in my throat. A few drops had escaped and fallen onto my full breasts. I reached down, running my fingers through the cum decorating my teats, rubbing the seed into my flesh, making it glow and glisten in the torchlight.
“My Lord was quite backed up…” I whispered. “I hope there’s enough left for… Elsewhere.”
“Oh, there will be,” he growled, picking me up and tossing me onto our luxurious bed. I yelped as I landed and he followed me, straddling me, his handsome face pressing itself to mine as he kissed me, tasting the cum still on my lips, teasing and tugging at my lips as our tongues dueled.
“Thank goodness…” I whispered through the kiss as he slid his hands down to my nether regions again.
He kissed his way down my neck, showing no mercy the entire way. He suckled and bit and slurped at my flesh, letting me know, without a doubt, that I was his, that I was his to command and desire and discipline and… Destroy, if need be.
He tugged at my hungry flesh with his equally hungry mouth, leaving what I was sure would be love marks, bruises for all to see, for all polite society to point a finger at the next morning… But I didn’t care. I was married now, after all—it was all blessed in the eyes of the gods.
They smiled on me, they smiled on us, on the way I pleasured my Lord Husband and the way his hungry mouth dug into my dark skin, dug into my flesh, teasing and tugging as he slid my dress off my trembling body.
Now, he set his hungry sights on my heaving breasts. I gasped as I felt his teeth press into my hot flesh, pressing my chest forward and into his mouth. I ran my fingers through his coarse wolfman’s hair, almost more like fur than a man’s hair.
“Please, my Lord…” I whimpered, closing my eyes in desperate bliss. “Please… It’s ever so good…”
“That’s it,” he growled. “Become a slut for your Lord. You like this.”
Oh, and I did—I loved the way his teeth cut into my flesh as he bit me, as he suckled me, the way he teased and tugged at my nipples… I loved the way his hot, hungry tongue swirled around my nub, teasing and disciplining it into hardness.
“Oh, gods!” I cried out, arching my back and pressing my chest forward. It was so good—so delicious! I needed more of it, needed more of him—more of this exquisite pleasure and torture.
“Please, my Wolf Lord…” I gasped as he lashed my nipples harder and faster with his hot, hungry tongue. “Please, please, please…”
He dug his fangs into one of my nipples and tugged, pulling it from my chest, almost ripping it from my flesh. I felt like I was his prey and he was devouring me.
It had never been this good. God, but it was good.
I gripped his hair tight as his knee pressed into the wet juncture of heat and juices between my leg. There was no finesse here. After all, he could be very quick, very sophisticated with his touches… Or he could be brutal, pounding his bones, his body, into mine, making me his, making me cum whether or not I wanted to. This, I realized, might be one of those times…
There was no delicacy in the way he ground himself into my pussy, and I gasped as that alone brought me closer and closer. Hell, had he only licked and tortured my nipples, I might have reached my end before long—never had I experienced such delicious pleasure…
When I was a girl and had first started to get breasts—I realized now that I was a woman, having had a man inside of me, in every way a woman can… And what a man he was!—I found myself entranced by the exquisite pleasure I could derive from stroking and teasing them. I would work myself up into an ecstasy when I found myself alone in the bath, learning about my young, pubescent body, exploring and playing with my nipples.
This reminded me of those times but gods, it was so much more intense. The attention my Wolf Lord lavished on my poor, needy nipples far outweighed anything my clumsy thirteen-year-old fingers had managed when I was but a girl.
Now, it was a woman’s breasts of eighteen years that my Lord teased and suckled.
“Please, more!” I gasped, pressing my hips up to him, grinding myself harder and faster into him, wanting it and wanting it ever so badly.
“Please more of what?” he asked hungrily, breathlessly, his cock growing again and pressing into my soft belly.
“Please, make me… Make me reach my… My climax once more, my Lord…”
“You sound like an old maid talking like that… Tell your husband, tell your Lord what it is you want…”
“My Lord, make me cum!” I gasped, pressing my hips into his knee again as his hungry mouth once more assaulted my sore, tending nipples.
“That’s it. Admit what you want. Knowing what you want—truly knowing it—that’s the first step to getting it. Always remember that,” he growled.
I had only moments to reflect on this truth before I was cumming. I gasped and let out a pained, half-choked scream of pleasure and delight as my pussy spasmed, followed by the rest of my body as I contorted in the most cruel, the most powerful passion and pleasure I had yet experienced…
I would have looked like a crazy woman to anyone watching, f
or I shrieked and shook like a madwoman. I trembled beneath my Lord as he brought me to orgasm and finally, gasping, I let my head fall back, my eyes closed…
But he was not done with me. Not yet. I heard his armor clatter to the floor as I admired the tasteful molding of the ceiling, along with the rather nice chandelier, done in a style which I recognized as coming from the northern provinces, much like our talented chef. I knew my Lord would be on top of me once more, and I did what I could to catch my breath…
After all, it was my duty as a good wife to pleasure him and be for him everything that he wanted…
He spread my legs and I expected to feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my tight hole. Instead, however, he must have decided he wanted something different and he pulled me onto my hands and knees, my ass up in the air, flushed, like a wild bitch waiting to be taken in the woods…
“You like it like this, don’t you?” he growled. “Ass up in the air. Bitch in heat. I can smell you from miles away. All my men can. Every wolf, every dog in the kingdom can smell you. We all know what it is you want.”
“But you’re the only one who can give it to me, my Lord…” I murmured, wiggling my ass for him, pressing it back to him.
“That’s right,” he growled, spreading my legs from behind and then my ass cheeks.
I gasped as I felt his tongue on my pussy now, digging deep into me, tasting my sex, slurping away at my fluids and tasting the product of my two orgasms that evening. He slurped hungrily, desperately, digging his tongue into my wet, red and swollen hole. I screamed, hanging my head and shrieking like a whore as he licked me.
“Yes, my Lord!” I squealed. “Just like that, please, my Lord!”
Faster and faster he slurped at my pussy, his long tongue running the gamut from my swollen, pulsating clit up my slit to my asshole. I whimpered in disgust and delight as I felt his tongue tease and tickle my back hole.
“Oh, gods, that’s so… So wrong!” I shrieked, trying to pull away. I could only imagine what everyone else in the castle must have thought was happening right now—I could only imagine what they must have thought was happening to me. The walls did little to block out sound, as I knew from my childhood, when I overheard every conversation the servants had, every noise from the neighboring chambers that work me in my bedroom late at night… There was no privacy in this castle and I had grown to accept that as a young adult, learned to whisper.
But the Wolf, he was no fan of whispering. He was no fan of privacy and he would not allow me to be silent. He slurped deeper and deeper, working his fingers now inside of me—into my ass, into my pussy, making me shriek and tremble around his digits.
“My… My Lord!” I gasped.
And then, suddenly, it stopped. I glanced behind me to me see him reared up on his legs and pressing his thick, bulbous wolf’s cock into me from behind.
I squealed as he impaled me, filling my tight pussy once more with his thickness.
“Oh… Oh gods!” I squealed, whimpering and hanging my head as he began to pound me.
“That’s right… Cry out to your gods,” my Wolf Lord growled. He gripped me hard by the hair and pulled my head back as he pounded me, making me whimper all the more as I shrieked for him. “They can’t help you now. No one can save you from me.”
“I…” I whimpered. “I don’t want to be saved. Do your worst! I’m all yours!”
“That’s right,” he growled, pulling me close to him by my hair, so hard I thought he might rip it out. He was so big and his knot was embedded into my tightness now, spreading me wide… Gods, it was good.
He gripped my tits as his hips pistoned into me, driving his thickness deeper and deeper into my wet depths. I squealed into his mouth as he kissed me hard, our tongues dueling deliciously as we kissed…
Faster and faster his hips pounded me. I whimpered as his fingers teased and gripped my tits and I knew, I knew beyond a doubt that I could not get away from him, that I never wanted to get away from him… I wanted to be his, his werewolf’s bride, nothing more, and nothing less…
I gasped as I felt his cock spasm deliciously inside of me. Was he already close?
“You can’t be cumming yet,” I grunted. “There’s so much more for you to do to me…”
“Don’t you worry, Princess…” my Wolf Lord growled. “If I cum, you can ready my weapon once more…”
The imagery—the idea of his cock as a weapon—made me even wetter, made me want him even more and I pressed my hips back into him, impaling myself up to the hilt on his sword, savoring the way it invaded and spread open my tight, wet depths.
“Please, my Lord!” I groaned. “Put a baby in me—put your werewolf’s child in me…”
He cackled. “Did I not already do that last night? I’ll make you my little breeding whore, my most beloved bitch… You’re going to squeeze out many sons for me.”
The idea of him breeding me—keeping me pregnant, using me for his pleasure—gods, but it was sick… And it turned me on even more. It made me want him all the more, want his cock, want his desire and his hunger inside of me…
“Please, harder! Finish me!” I squealed. “Make me pregnant, my Lord! Let’s make an heir…”
He ran his hand over my tight, sweaty belly as he pounded his hips deeper and deeper into me.
“That’s right. It’s time for you to grow a baby in here,” he growled. I gasped as I felt his cock start to spasm faster and faster and pulse and then… Just like that, he was cumming.
I threw my head back, gasping as I felt his cum flood me, as I felt it fill me up—the virile cum which would ensure the continuation of our kingdom, which would make me a mother and tie us together—me to my Wolf Lord—the father of my baby…
For his part, my Lord howled like a beast, cumming wildly, his cock spraying his seed deep into me, filling me up. I could feel its heat inside of me, sticking to the walls of my pussy, taking root, filling me with a new life… Yes, I wanted this.
I wanted to bear my Lord and my kingdom a child. And I wanted to see him become a father.
Finally, I felt his cock soften inside of me and he pulled out, the knot of his wolf’s cock softening too and releasing me from its cruel, thick embrace. I gasped as I collapsed on the bed and my Lord next to me, his chest rising and falling.
“Amazing,” he whispered with a playful grin still on his face.
The Coup
Drunk on pleasure, we lay there for I don’t know how long—though I suppose it was not all that long because I felt my Wolf stir next to me.
“Don’t nod off,” he growled. “I hear someone outside.”
He stood and I covered my nakedness, pulling at the luxurious sheets.
“Don’t worry yourself,” I said with a laugh. “It’s probably just servants, bringing us more wine. They heard you finish and figured we might need some sustenance for the night ahead…”
“No, I heard the clang of armor and swords… And…” He smelled the air. “I smell metal. Damn them.”
My Lord went for his sword but it was too late. The door to the chambers burst open and a dozen or so armed knights poured in.
“What the hell is this?” my Lord demanded, standing naked before them, a look of rage on his face.
“Get out! Get out!” I shrieked but it was too late.
“We won’t have your wolf spawn ruining the kingdom!” one of the knights cried out, his sword drawn. He raised it and moved to cleave my husband in too but he was too slow. My Lord was on him in a moment and hurled him to the ground with such force that it produced a sickening crunch—the sound of his armor collapsing in on him as my Lord drove his naked foot through the young knight’s helmet.
Grasping the dead knight’s sword, my Lord pivoted and easily cleaved the head off the knight closest to him. But there were too many and before long, he disappeared from my sight, surrounded by metal, my writhing bodies…
“No!” I screamed as knights too surrounded me in my bed. Armed with cros
sbows, they raised them and took aim. “I am your princess!”
“And we will not allow the Wolf’s line to seize our kingdom…” one of the knights said. I recognized his voice—the voice of a nobleman I had grown up with. “Kill the Wolf’s whore—wipe out his line!”
And the next thing I knew, the crossbows went off. I shrieked as the bolts pierced my flesh, pinning me to the bed.
The next few moments happened very fast. I heard a roar and then bodies, clad in armor, gushing blood were flying across the room. I heard my cheers and I saw Timofey and our cook rushing in, holding pots and pans, beating desperately at the knights. I saw other ones of our servants, arming themselves with whatever they had—butter knives, kitchen cleavers, brooms—beating back the other knights trying to storm the room.
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