Princess' Pet [ Bear & Rook10 ]

It wasn't but a moment longer before he finished, and what a grand finale it was. His cock gushed fun, his tip in her enough that it filled her with his seed and also covered her in an impressive amount, her eyes widening in mild shock. "Yes, I understand. I will instruct Ulven." She lowered herself down onto him, letting his cock rest between her thighs as she lay on his stomach. "You were so full of seed, my pet. It's a wonder you didn't explode." she made herself slide off of him, reluctant for that. "I enjoyed pleasuring you. Perhaps tonight you will be less afraid of hurting me." She leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek before rushing to clean the semen off of herself and redress, her body tingling and sex still trembling from excitement. "Stay here and rest, they will come for you in time." She said before heading to the throne room

Ulven did as instructed and just lay there. A few minutes after Elle was gone a familiar scent entered his snout and his eyes opened to see Nyla standing there in Elle's room. "Well well well, looks like a little doggy has forgotten his place in the palace." She chided as she looked down at his limp cock and the mess of the sheets. "I hope you're going to clean that up, the servants like to talk."

Ulven scrambled and tore the sheets of the bed, balling them up and throwing them into an empty chest. "How long have you been out there, Nyla?" He asked with a hint of fear in his voice. "Long enough to know." She said as she winked at him. It was painfully clear what it was that she knew. "Now the question is why oh why would I not tell my gracious king who I am eternally loyal to that his daughter's anthro pet is using her like an animal?" She grinned and examined one of her paws skeptically.

"That's not what happened and you know it!" Ulven took a step forward menacingly. "Do I though? More importantly does the King? Does it even matter who is on top and who is on bottom when you'll be crow food either way?" She was right, it really didn't matter either way. Ulven hung his head. "What do you want?" she walked over to him "Isn't it obvious?" She twirled and rubbed her behind against his sex. "I want you and not that little stroke show you just put on, I want every inch of you inside of me or as the humans say, the cat is out of the bag." She giggled and stepped away from him. Ulven stood there, not for the first time this morning he was trapped. "Just one thing. You know about the prince right?" She nodded and smiled. "I need you to occupy him tonight." Ulven looked at her making it clear that she would get nothing without her first doing that for him.

"You want me to mount a rich and powerful human for a night while you have your way with the Princess?" She scoffed. "And I thought you were gonna ask me for a favor." She then hopped off the balcony and disappeared into the garden.

While her poor pet was left alone to be blackmailed, the princess was in a world that she had come to hate, one of niceties and fake smiles. She was rushed to the great dinner hall by her servant, the woman stopping so that she could announce her arrival. "I am pleased to present Princess Elle, daughter of King Alec, and future queen of the land."

She was escorted to the throne by her servants, soft music playing for her. A seat had been placed next to hers thers that remained empty and she noted that the table had been set and good served but not touched. Today was the day, then. It was only moments after Elle had been seated that their guest of honor was announced, Prince Gunter, the valiant and brave. He was a handsome enough man, with whiskers that covered his jaw and dark eyes in contrast to his feathery white hair. His entourage was a gang of poorly dressed anthro, all luscious females.

"My lady Elle, such a pleasure to meet you at last. You are every bit as lovely as your paintings." His voice was like honey, but she wasn't enticed. Honestly, her mind was still in her bedchambers, wishing that She had been able to curl up on her pet's side to feel his warmth post sex.

Her father spoke for her, "The princess is eager to meet you, good sir. She is bashful, it seems. Don't let it worry you, it is insurance that she will know her place in marriage." After all, a good wife was a quiet wife. Elle offered only a grim smile, almost pulling away as The Prince took her hand, "Is she as promised, Your Majesty?" The prince's eyes were quite notably staring down the front of her dress, where her nipples pressed to the fabric still.

"Yes, as promised. She had her first blood years ago but her flower has not been touched by any man. Our healer will assure you of her virginity. He stated that her cunt was still so tight that even checking was difficult." Elle flushed, staring at her plate instead of the thing they called a Prince. "But, for now, let us eat. And celebrate! Today we celebrate a joyous union!"

Some time later in the meal Ulven was brought to the table by a servant. He was led to sit on the floor next to Elle as was his normal spot. He was intentionally placed on the far side away from the prince and his own anthros. A side of beef was priced for Ulven to chew on during the meal as any substantial eating would be unsightly in front of guests. Like he was taught, Ulven kept his head down as he nibbled at his food and avoided looking any of the royal family or their guests in the eye. He did take note of Prince Grunter's ridiculous whiskers and his many female anthros. A peculiar human, Ulven thought him to be but remained quiet as the meal continued. Any misbehavior on his part was not likely to be forgiven, especially with such an important guest.

Not long after the royal family was given permission to eat, Ulven was brought to the table and given a meager slice of beef. It was enough to sustain him and his physique. They had only just started their meal when she felt something strange beneath the table cloth. It was a hand, slowly pulling the edge of her skirt up and over her thighs. It wasn't Ulven, though that she would have welcomed. The hand was human, the fingers just as soft as hers, which spoke of royalty and status from not having to lift a finger for himself. Elle stiffened, feeling the hand force itself between her thighs. "What a lovely dress you are wearing, Princess. Tell me, are you fond of it?" The Prince was speaking to her, but she was fighting against crying out for help.

"I, um," She stumbled for words, "I am fond of my dress." She said finally, gripping her spoon so hard that her knuckles turned white as the man's fingers slid down her slit, rubbing at her clit slowly. "Wonderful. I'll purchase you one in every color... Is something wrong, Princess?" His question sounded more like a taunt, as she had quit eating rather abruptly and had become as stiff as a board.

Ulven could hear the tension in Elle's voice and sensed something was wrong though he couldn't see it. He couldn't get away with much but years of doing this taught him how to 'play the room' as humans sometimes said. Years ago there had been a servant boy who was quite fond of Elle as a child. One day he had gotten too close to Elle while serving her and Ulven snapped at him. The boy meant no harm but Ulven often used him as an excuse to get aggressive around the dinner table and make people a little uncomfortable. The boy didn't know this was part of a game so his reactions were always genuine, Ulven made it up to him by asking Elle to give the boy some extra coins here and there. It was a clever ruse. The young man entering the dinning hall carrying a platter of....something...Ulven wasn't sure what since humans insisted on mixing their foods in ridiculous ways. Ulven started with a low growl as he got closer and then whipped around Elle's chair and snapped his jaws, barking and snarling at him while coming up slightly on his hind legs. This put Ulven's eyes conveniently in line with Grunter's for less than two seconds as that was all Ulven could risk. The prince's anthros were quite distressed and backed away from Ulven immediately while the poor servant boy nearly dropped the plate of food in his fright.

As the boy backed away slowly Ulven lowered himself to the floor and moved in between Elle's chair and Grunter's. He couldn't explain himself and was hoping Elle could think quickly and do the talking for him. After all he just wanted to keep her safe from the evil servant boy. Ulven had to bite down hard on one of the ribs in his beef to keep from laughing.

The moment that Ulven jumped from his chair, Elle knew what was going on. She made all of the appropriate movements of someone who was just as terrified of everyone else, but she really was not. She cowered at her table and acted appalled at Ulven's behavior, but she knew him well enough that he wouldn't dare to harm anyone at the table, or the servant boy that had been serving food to the guests. For a moment, she let the room grow silent and let people watch him as he gnawed on a rib before she reached out and softly stroked his heat in a calming motion, "Oh dear," She gently stroked down his jaw, reaching over and wrapping him in a hug, "I believe that your companions must be approaching their heat. My poor Ulven gets so upset around that time. Don't you, pet?" She fed him the line that he was supposed to answer, setting a large hunk of meat onto his plate.

"Prince, my apologies. Ulven has protected me since I was a young girl. He doesn't quite understand that the servant boy is not a threat. Silly pup." Elle scratched behind his ears affectionately, motioning to another servant, "Please, bring him more sustenance. It will help to calm his nerves if he is occupied."

Ulven licked at her hand affectionately as she petted him. Putting on the good dog show was necessary to keep him from being viewed as a threat to Elle herself. In response to her query he answered, "Their scent is strong, Princess." he glared at the female anthros. He actually had no issue with them but he could tell Elle was not a fan. The King cleared his throat, "That Nyla is due for her heat in the next few days now that I think of it. I'll be sure to have her put away tonight."

Ulven's ears flicked at that and he snorted. If Nyla was locked away then she couldn't occupy the prince during his stay. How to keep the King from doing that though? It was beyond Ulven's control, there was no hope! Just as he was thinking that Prince Gunter spoke up, "Perhaps you should let the old dog mate. Might do him some good to get it out of his system." He looked over at the King who responded, "We don't need any runt anthros running around the palace, besides there is a chance it could turn out like Nyla and if there is anything we don't need its more of her." Then the king spat a bit of fat on the floor in disgust. This seemed to catch the prince's attention though, "Oh? Is she a troublesome pet?"

Ulven licked Elle's hand roughly, trying to get her to feed the subject of Nyla that had sprung up at the dinner table. Ulven knew that she had no inkling of the deal made earlier but perhaps he would get lucky and things would steer in his favor.

Elle showered him in compliments and praises on how good of a protector he was, using a fake high-pitched voice that one would use if talking to something either extremely small or extremely cute. Ulven had passed the years of the baby talk voice, but she used it on occasions like this, when she needed to get him out of trouble for acting out. For whatever reason, reminding her father how much she doted on the pup made him go softer on him when it came to punishments and made him slower to anger.

The hand that was softly stroking Ulven came to a dead stop at the mention of permitting her pet to mate, her lips pressing tight together. "We try not to let our pets mate. We find it is better for their health if they do not produce bastards. If we wanted a breeding pup, I would have bought him a bitch." She said, making herself ease up on him and return to stroking his soft fur. "Ulven is not a breeding sire. He is my companion." The subject of Nyla was continuing without further comment on Ulven being her mate, and Elle was quick to give her two cents.

"Prince, I would advise you stay away from our dear Nyla. She is a fiery soul and does not learn her lesson well from the many times she had been punished for the crime of fraternizing with humans. Nyla is a bit of an embarrassment, truth be told, as she seems to believe she was bought for breeding." Gunter's eyebrows rose only slightly, interest in his face, "That must be... Awful. To have such a spirited pet, that is."

Ulven just sat there, quite pleased with how the conversation was going if not a little concerned with Elle's annoyance when the subject touched on him mating. As he gnawed on a bone one of Gunter's anthros came sniffing around. A small female canine, barely more than a pup really, who must of thought being of the same type would help her case crawled along the floor under Gunter's chair and eyed Ulven's meat. It wasn't until then that Ulven realized nobody had brought any food to the Prince's anthros. Still he had an image to maintain here and now so he gave a slow growl and then snapped the rib between his teeth loudly, showing his fangs. He hoped that maybe someone would bring the poor thing some food so that she didn't get hurt by the princess's over protective pet. Humans always dramatized everything.

Elle watched the exchange between Ulven and the small pup, watching him bare his teeth and growl through his ribs. Her lips formed into a small frown, knowing full well that Ulven would give the food off his plate to anyone that was hungry. "Ulven, really, so rude." She took the plate she had been nibbling things on and set it down to where the pup could reach it. She caught the attention of her servants, glancing at Gunter, "Do you permit your pets to eat or did you plan on starving them?" She asked the prince, who scowled deeply. The king was the one who answered, "Elle, let me remind you that pets do not ordinarily eat at the table. We have made an exception for your pet, but pets eat in the kitchen." She stared at her plate instead of commenting, letting the conversation return to normal around her.

The meal ended with no further drama from her father, and she did her best to remain compliant with the rules. As it came to a close, her father smiled at her, "Elle, please be a dear and show the prince around the castle." She was left with no other option but to obey, her hands in front of her stomach, "Yes, father. Ulven, come." She pat her leg, as was what she was supposed to do, but she smiled coyly, thinking of the last time she'd told him to come. "Prince Gunter, would you please come with us? I would be delighted to show you my lovely home."

The prince was eager to come, suddenly talkative now that they weren't ruled by the laws of table decorum, "So, Princess, do tell me about this... Spirited house pet. Or should I ask your pet? Dog, have you fucked her? Was her pussy sweet as a fresh plum?"

Ulven was careful to hide the snarl on his face. 'Dog' had to be his least favorite word to be called and his fur bristled slightly at the sound of it. Still he knew better to ignore the prince as the walked along side the two on all fours. "I cannot say that I have, your highness." He gave no more than that since he wasn't asked his opinion of Nyla, only if he had mated with her. He sorely wished he didn't have to listen to this human drivel but he supposed it was better than Elle being alone with Gunter. He doubted the prince would try anything forceful after the display Ulven had made at the table. As long as he was near Elle she was safe. This was an absolute.

Gunter wrinkled his nose as the answer, not liking it in the least bit. Rather than turning his attentions back on Ulven for another line of questioning, his attention moved to Elle, who had tried to change the subject by politely explaining the history of the room they had entered, which was lined with portraits of all the royal families dating back centuries. Gunter wasn't paying her words any attention, his eyes set again on her breasts, then moving down the curve of her side. "And what about you, Princess? Is it true you've never fucked? Not even once?" He asked, licking his lips.

"I... I have not." It wasn't a lie, but it had come close to being one this morning. Elle kept her head turned away from the man, doing her best to keep him from pursing the line of questioning. He was a single-minded man and he was on a mission, "Have you ever sucked a cock before? Or pleasured yourself? I bet you pleasure yourself late at night, what with being forced to stay so pure..." He was watching her with intent, trying to read her face for any bit of desire that might occur. Gunter glanced at Ulven, then back to Elle, closing the space between them and pressing her to a wall, "Have you ever thought of how it would be when a man takes you? How it feels to have his cock inside you? Filling you with his hot seed and making you suck him clean?" He practically growled the words, grinding his hips into her.

"I've been thinking about it all day, you know. They told me before i came that you were virgin still... And all I could think of was bending you over and fucking you until you bleed..." He smirked, pulling away from her, his cock visibly hard through his pants, "But we'll wait until tonight. No need in spoiling your after dinner treat."

Ulven gagged loudly as if he were about to vomit on fancy rug that covered most of the stone floor. The prince had moved too quickly for him to step in and had disengaged before it would be appropriate for Ulven to get protective. That didn't mean he couldn't ruin the fucking mood though. He got served bad meat all the time, had to get rid of it somehow right? After all he was just a dog! Right?! Ulven gagged loudly again making what was quite possibly one of the most unpleasant sounds any human had ever heard before. It killed him to be so limited in what he could do but he was a pet. Not even an official guard. So he did what he had to do in spite of his pride. He would be sure to catch Nyla before nightfall and give her special instructions about the mighty Prince Gunter.

Elle had to cover her mouth to stop the laughter that she was fighting so hard against, instead opting for a gentle cough that racked her shoulders and made her cheeks red. "I apologize, Prince. I feel that my pet isn't doing so well," She said once she could finally stifle herself enough to speak, "My servants insist on feeding him sub-par meats though he is a pet of royalty." Elle did her best to 'comfort' Ulven, rubbing his back gently. "Gunter, perhaps you would like for Nyla to give you the tour? You seem quite interested in her." She offered, keeping her arm around Ulven, "I could have my pet go and seek her out for you."

Prince Gunter recoiled from the sound Ulven was making. This animal may have been a pet of royalty but it's behavior left something to be desired. He tolerated it as the creature seemed to be dear to Princess Elle's heart though he was confident that he would claim that spot soon enough. The mention of this Nyla yet again sparked his interest. "Perhaps that isn't such a bad idea, Princess. I may be able to teach the creature something along the lines of proper manners." He had more than one training method for that.

Ulven's ears twitched again. He was certain Nyla was up for any sexual challenge but he didn't want to see her get hurt. Still Elle's saftey was his priority, not Nyla's. She was matured, she could take care of herself. "Please wait here, Sire." Ulven cleared his throat. "I will find her with due hast. Princess, if you would? You know how your father hates to see me roaming about the palace unattended." Ulven began to walk towards the doorway, making an excuse, and a valid one at that, for Elle to accompany him and get away from this disgusting human.

The Prince was at first reluctant with the idea of the two leaving together, but it seemed he didn't want to push the issue. He was more interested in the prize that they would be bringing back to him, a young female anthro that was well known for being a trouble maker. He was intrigued by just what type of trouble he could get into with the girl, especially since she was so close to her heat. He heard that the anthro were insatiable when close to heat... Or in heat.

Elle did as was proper and lead the way down the hallway, glad to put her back to the man though she could feel her skin crawl as he stared at her, for sure watching her bum as she moved. The moment they turned the corner, Elle quickened her pace, wanting to put as much distance between herself and Gunter as quickly as possible. "He is worse than the servants said... He is absolutely dreadful..." She commented, shuddering at the thought of him coming anywhere near her bedchambers. "I don't even know if I can pretend interest... He is... Outright handsy. I've never been grasped like that before."

Ulven returned to walking on two legs as the turned the corner as well. It helped him keep pace and did wonder for his back. "He is certainly brave to be so forward with you while I was near." He snorted. "Brave or stupid." They made their way back towards Elle's bedchamber. Just before making the turn Ulven stopped. "Stay in your chambers Elle, he doesn't yet know where those are so you should be fine unless someone else shows him. I need to go find Nyla."

Elle snickered at his comment, "My vote is that he is stupid. And rather obvious. His pets are no more than an excuse to keep an anthro harem." She said, shaking her head at how obvious the man had been. When Ulven returned her to her bedchambers, she gave him a small smile. "You will come back to me, won't you? You won't form a sudden desire for a ripe plum?"

"If I were meant to eat plums then I would have been born an ape." Ulven retorted as he walked off. He had some idea where Nyla might be. He made his way down to the lower levels careful to avoid the busier parts of the castle lest he be seen roaming alone. Eventually he came to the servant's wing where all the help stayed. He followed his nose to the male wing and eventually came to one door in particular that some very heavy breathing was emanating from. Ulven knocked on the door rather harshly, prompting a curse and and then a silence soon followed by a giggle as the the door opened to reveal Nyla standing there naked while one of the male servants lay in his bed looking quite worn out. Ulven tried to to be at all phased by her heavy breasts or swollen sex. She wasn't quite in heat yet but then again Nyla didn't need to be. "Come to make good on our deal already?" She purred and reached out to stroke Ulven's chest.

"No, Prince Gunter would like for you to give him a tour of the palace. He's in the heritage chamber. See to it that he does not learn when Princess Elle sleeps." Ulven growled in hushed tones, not sure he could trust the servant. Nyla pouted and stretched in the door way, making extra effort to show off her curves. "I thought that was supposed to be tonight?" she asked looking very disappointed that her first guess was not the reason Ulven was there. "It still is but the prince heard about you and thinks he can 'teach you something about proper manners' as he put it." Nyla grinned, "Oh does he now? Well we'll see who teaches who." she said as she sashayed down the hall, still stark naked. Unvel couldn't figure out how she managed to sneak around the castle and never get caught. Speaking of getting caught, he needed to check in on Elle and see how she was doing.

In Ulven' absence, Elle was able to have a few moments of peace, though she was troubled. In all of her years of being prepped for becoming queen, she had never been told how to handle other royalty when it came to extremely inappropriate behavior. In fact, it was such a non issue in her kingdom that they never had to squash a Prince that was a little too handsy. She was flying in the dark on it and it was a frightening thought. She was also the first to refuse a suitor.

When her door first opened again, she was terrified that it was the Prince, Elle drawing herself up as if she would flee. Instead, it was someone she hadn't expected -- her father.

The man was grim faced and resigned. "Elle," He closed the door behind himself, glancing at her stripped bed with a cocked brow, "I need to speak with you about Gunter. I know that your handmaidens brought whispers of what I want. I have come to tell you direct. I have promised Gunter your virginity. It is the most valuable thing you have. Tonight, you will be our show of good faith in the alliance of our kingdoms. I want you to bring him to your bedchambers and let him bed you. If things go well, God's willing, his seed will take and secure you a marriage. If not, then we at least Have a bargaining chip." he glanced at her bed again, wrinkling her nose, "I will send a handmaiden in to finish dressing your bed..."

Ulven was standing outside the door, listening to the conversation so far and then knocking before sitting on all fours just as the King expected of him. What would the king do if he found the prince no longer had a taste for Elle but instead spent the night with Nyla?

Speaking of Nyla she strutted along the corridor on her hind legs, still naked, until she reached the door to the heritage chamber when Princer Gunter was waiting. Cracking the door and slipping inside she purred as her emerald green eyes examined the man. That's all he was really, just another man who had the good fortune to be born to a certain human bitch. He was handsome by human standards but lacked the physical power that attracted her to Ulven. Still when it came to humans it was their status above anthros that really have Nyla pleasure in mounting them. She would take great pleasure in bringing this prince to his knees begging for her pussy. "My dear Prince Grunter!" She squealed excitedly and pranced over to him. "I was so excited when I heard you would be visiting today! I've heard so much about your power, your victories, your....skill." The last word dripped with innuendo. Squaring on all fours in front of him she looked up with her large eyes as her tan fur bristled across her curves with excitement. "I do hope you'll find pleasure in my escorting you around the palace. I know every hallway, every nook, and every hidden spot like the back of my paw." She sounded so pleased with herself. "I even know where the servants go to fuck." She giggled at how naughty she was being in front of such an important human. She didn't appear threatening at all, just careless.

As the King left the room, he spied Ulven just outside the door, leaning over to pat the beast's head. "You will have some entertainment tonight, boy. Perhaps I should have a service girl to keep you occupied... What do you think, boy?" The king spoke to him in a manner that wasn't exactly disrespectful but was still condescending, using the same tone he spoke to the family dog in. "And remember, at least act like a normal pet today."


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Gunter had grown impatient with waiting, heavily considering summoning a servant to service his cock, which craved attention so bad that his balls ached dully. His face lot up when Nyla approached, eyes hungry on her body, moving from her ample breasts to her swollen sex. "My my, you must be so close to your heat. Your cunt looks like it's aching for a good fucking." He said, circling her like the vulture he was. Gunter bent down onto one knew, ignoring her words and all decorum. "They say you are quite a disobedient bitch. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in just where your place is, hm?" He purred the words but his eyes were glittering with dark intent.

He glanced at the open doorway, checking to make sure no servants were within earshot. The coast was clear for now. "Say a word, slut, and I'll have you hanged." he growled the words, sliding a finger up her slit slowly before shoving two fingers inside, fucking her with them harshly. "Your pussy feels fucking delicious." He commented, leaning forward to tease her clit with his tongue.

His cock was throbbing in his pants, painfully erect now. "Just as I hoped." He grinned, returning to his feet and pulling his cock out, revealing he was rather well endowed for a human. "Get up and spread your legs, whore."

It was difficult for Ulven to contain himself, the King was so infuriating at times, but saw this as an opportunity. Bowing low, with his chin almost on the floor he spoke. "My Lordship, I would not want to intrude on such an important night for the Princess. May I be permitted to patrol the palace wall instead? So that I may ensure the safety of you and your guests." Ulven knew it would be a stretch, anthros were rarely given any task without direct supervision but having a human stumbling around in the dark with him would defeat the purpose and the King would see that. This would also give Ulven an alibi should questions be raised.

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Gunter did not fool Nyla with his tone. Like all humans he was easy to read for her. She purred happily when he began to finger her, straight to the point just like she was. She was not in the habit of taking orders during sex though. Seeing his manhood, well sized for his species, she got a naughty idea, she wanted to see if it got any bigger. She crawled towards him on all fours. "Have you ever had yourself sucked by an anthro? I doubt it. Most of us have trouble with our teeth and human cocks are too tender for our rough tongues. But you are no simple human and I am well practiced. "She leaned forward and took him into her mouth before he could protest. Her tongue skillfully danced around his cock and flicked at it's tip while her lips wrapped around it tightly. She did indeed do a very good job of keeping her teeth far away from his member. Then she began to purr, the vibrations far more stimulating that any human humming. She bobbed her head as she purred, feeling his cock grow even more in her throat. Delicious!

The King took a moment to think over Ulven's offer, scratching at his chin as if he had whiskers like Prince Gunter. "I suppose that would be permissible. Should anyone question you, inform them that you have been given authority to patrol without a human escort." He stated, motioning to the door, "Your main area to patrol shall be this hallway. No handmaidens, no servants, no anthro. The only person in or out is to be Gunter... And report it back to me once she has been deflowered. Once he has taken her, I will press his father to seal the contract." Yes, it was already sounding so good to him now. The army of Ithyr would be large enough for them to overcome the neighboring kingdom that had been a thorn in his side for a decade, and it would be a wonderful dowry.

"You may enter. Perhaps it would she would listen to you better than I on her planned bedroom affairs." With that, he left, heading towards his own bedchamber, where a multitude of contracts were awaiting his review, the scribe most likely putting the fine print on Elle's wedding proposal.

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He had to admit, he was quite pleased with the prize he was given, a smirk coming to his lips as the slut purred while he fingered her deliciously hot hole, enjoying the way her sex clenched around him. And while she was quite a catch when it came to being pleasured, she had a thing or two to learn about manners. Rather than obeying him, she crawled towards him, talking about oral pleasures by the anthro. Yes, he'd been pleasured by them before but it had rarely been an amazing experience. Mostly because the girls were too easy to gag on him, but also because he was rather rough. He let out a soft groan as she took his heavily swollen cock in her mouth, his hand reaching down to grasp her head gently. "What a fuckin' mouth on you, bitch," That was as close to a compliment as he could muster, his hands digging into her head now, "Let me teach you a lesson in pleasing a man." He growled the words, slamming her head forward onto his cock roughly, forcing himself down into her throat.

It was then that he was truly enjoying it, tilting his head back as he forced her head down onto his cock again and again, his pace fast and hard. He wanted her to gag on him, to physically struggle for air around his member. He wanted her to suffer.