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Again, humans never failed to bewilder Ulven. Destroying a bed was an example of Ulven's prowess? What did the King think of him before? It didn't matter. "Nyla has already found her way out of the dungeon cell, I suspect the guards didn't have her heat room prepared yet and I don't know where she might be. We will have to see how dinner goes and plan quickly from their. I am no diplomat so I assume your father just wants me there as a threat more than anything else." The King had done this once or twice before during dinners where sometimes Ulven and other anthros were brought just to make guests uneasy. This was different though, Ulven couldn't imagine what the king was thinking and without Nyla it would be hard to pull off his original plan.

Nyla no longer had any reason to find Gunter tonight, she had what she wanted, he was sure. Then again he never could properly read the feline, she was a wildcard through and through. "Once you retire here for the night lock your door and do not open it. If I need inside then I will use the balcony." He would have to figure something out if and when Gunter came knocking.
 
"Yes, you're a threat. The servants have been talking about the damage done to the wood. They say it looked like a bear had ravaged my room." She didn't like to talk about it, but the whispers had been going around the castle since it had happened, and stories were even being made of it. It wasn't often that a pet was found to be fornicating in the bed of his master. Elle gave Ulven another squeeze before she released him, though she didn't put space between them again.

She reached out and grasped his hand, sliding hers into one that was so much bigger than her own, "Tonight after dinner, there will be a ceremony. Healer Admond will request my presence in his chambers, where he will inspect me again to verify I am still unsullied. After that, my father plans to make his offer to Gunter."
 
Ulven remember Admond, he was an old man who everyone was well acquainted with, not a threat. Still he doubted the could convince him to lie about Elle's virginity or if that would even matter to Gunter all things considered. Ulven thought on the damage done to the bed though, perhaps he had splintered the wood in a few spots with his vigor. Humans loved to tell such high tales about things they hadn't ever seen...now there's an idea. "Elle, has everyone just assumed that I attacked Nyla because she was in heat?" He needed to know what was already spreading around the castle. If enough people told the same lie then it would eventually become a truth. Maybe they could use that to their advantage.
 
Elle nodded, "Yes, we all knew that she was nearing her heat, but none suspected it was so close. Her keeper is being punished for not locking her up prior to her ever giving off a scent. But there are rumors on him as well, people believe that he has gotten too familiar with her." She lifted his paw and kissed it, not making eye contact with him now.

"Ulven, if I fail the inspection, my father won't have the leverage he wants. He'll likely make another deal... I'm not valuable with my virginity gone..." She let her words trail, her eyes still on his paw.
 
Ulven could already tell where she was going with this and it would not end well. "Have you completely blocked what happened earlier from your memory?" Ulven took her hand in both of his. "Nyla is made to stretch that far, you are not. It'll be more than your maiden head that will break, it will be your entire body!" He kept his voice low so that none outside would hear. This obsession of self impalement wasn't healthy, perhaps there was a way but Ulven knew of none and they had limited time. He sighed, not wanting to start another argument. "Elle, we will find a way to be together but right now there is no time! Listen, the everyone is right to think that Nyla's heat played a large role in what happened but it would be good for them to also think that I attacked her first because she was in your room without permission and that the mating happened after. this may scare Gunter off and if not...it may give me an excuse."

He didn't want to elaborate on that anymore, Gunter was a clear threat and no deal could be allowed. If he could be lured into a vulnerable position though then maybe would finally have his hunt.
 
"I haven't forgotten your size. You don't need to mate me completely in order for me to be sullied." She laid her cheek on his hands and closed her eyes, feeling the stab of jealousy that was now becoming common place for her. She let go of his hands and drew close to him again, "I will spread whatever story you'd like. I can say that I saw the whole thing... The word should spread easily enough, though I can't say if it will reach the person you want without being changed." Elle tilted her head towards him and kissed his chest, nuzzling him softly
 
Ulven lowered his head and inhaled her scent. So sweet and calming was it that his entire body seemed to relax. "Still, I don't want to hurt you." They stood like that for a moment so innocent yet so devious were they. A knock came at the door and a servant called out. "My Princess, dinner is prepared! The King would like for you to meet him just outside the dining hall and requests that you bring Ulven on a leash."

Ulven's ears fell. The royal family had fashioned him a long leather leash with a heavy collar some years ago. It gave some guests peace of mind to know that a member of the royal family was 'holding' Ulven and that he didn't have the option to just roam about freely. Even though it was ridiculous to think that Elle could somehow hold Ulven back. He supposed it could carry a dual meaning though, to show the world who was in control of Ulven, that even the pretty Princess had her own weapon should she see fit to use it. None of that changed the fact that Ulven HATED the leash!
 
He was such a sweet thing, still wanting to protect her when she was the one that was urging them towards something that would be extremely painful for her. Still, she wanted him. Wanted it to be him that was able to take her. He had been the only male that she'd ever loved, and she wanted to be with for as long as she lived, even if it was a forbidden romance. "Don't worry about the pain. It's only temporary." She'd just started to slide her hand down his chest when a servant knocked on the door, calling through it to announce that dinner was ready.

Her father, as per his usual, wanted to make a show of things and requested the one thing that Ulven and Elle both hated - the leash. It was a dreadfully heavy thing and gave the illusion that she controlled him, making him look even more like a pet. "We will join father at the table in a moment! I have to gather the leash!" She called back, keeping her hand on his chest.

She closed the space between them more firmly, getting on the very tips of her toes to place a kiss on his lips, passionate and lusty. Dinner could wait just a bit.
 
Ulven returned her kiss even though he found the action to be a bit awkward. Anthros really had no use for it as it did little to help the mating process. Though he imagine Nyla probably knew something about it since she was so experienced with humans. He held Elle close, finding comfort in her soft body pressed against his hard torso. Every moment away from her today seemed to be riddled with chances for disaster. Unlike earlier though the King wanted Ulven to make a spectacle of himself, Gunter would not so easily find the courage to molest the Princess this time. He continued to hold here there, unaware that he was actually lifting her off the ground, she was so light that he never knew.
 
Ulven's embrace was more comfort to her than anything else, though he sometimes forgot his own strength. She kept her arms around him as she lifted her legs, wrapping them around Ulven's hips. "I've always loved when you held me, you know." Elle whispered, nuzzling to his cheek softly as she rubbed her body against him, attempting to stimulate his sheath. She let go of him with one arm, sliding her dress up so that her sex was exposed, rubbing against him gently. "Don't think about hurting me. You won't hurt me." She promised, kissing along his jaw line.
 
His fur bristled at her touch, he hadn't planned for this but it seemed Elle was intent on having what she wanted. His cock did indeed begin to grow and push his loin cloth out of the way. It became hard and broad enough to actually help support Elle as along as she didn't sway to one side too much, his hard sheath rubbing against her wet slit as she moved herself. They would have to be careful and quiet or risk alerting the servants outside.

Ulven shifted his hands lower and gripped Elle's soft backside, lifting her up slightly so that his member could also rise. He held her just above his swollen tip.
 
It didn't take long, but his cock did finally slide free of his sheath, rubbing hot and wet against her slit as his hands grasped her rear, lifting her up so that her opening was just at the end of his tip. Elle kept her kisses moving up to his ear as she loosened her legs just a bit, giving the slack needed for his tip to just barely penetrate her. She put her lips to his ear so that no one else would hear them, "I love you, Ulven."

She whispered the words as she let her legs relax further, his cock sinking into her hot sex slowly, stretching her until the point of where she felt herself split, pain mixing with pleasure at her hymen being broken. Elle let out a soft gasp at it, feeling everything throb slowly with her own heart beat. Her hands grasped him gently as she rocked her hips, moving his cock slowly in and out of her as she whispered it to him again, each time that she took him into her. "I love you."
 
It was terrible. Ulven had to fight incredibly hard not to let instinct take over again lest he literally destroy Elle as she moved herself atop him. Still this is what she wanted. He could smell the blood of her maidenhead breaking and her soft whispers only urged him further. He nipped lightly at her neck, careful not to leave marks or draw blood. It was terrible though, the tease of it all. All in service to her, he thought, all to keep her safe. "I love you, Elle." He was able to whisper. "For as long as I live and after."
 
The pain of it was great as she kept the pace up, feeling his length stretch her beyond what her body was supposed to go, almost to the point of her tearing. But she didn't stop, because even with the pain there was great pleasure, so sweet and delightful that she had to press her lips against his skin to stop her moans. Her sex was trembling and clenching around him, her body pressing against him so that she could feel all of him.

She worked through the pain, rocking her hips faster as she started to come closer to her climax, her sex so painfully tight around him as it squeezed and clenched, her face pressing hard against his neck to muffle her cries of pleasure. When she finally did cum, her legs tightened around him hard, her sex spasming wildly around him, body going lax and sinking him deeper into her cunt as she gasped, small jolts of pleasure still rippling through her body
 
Ulven's breath grew labored as he fought his own instincts. His knot had already formed as Elle had quickened her pace and he was worried that in her excitement she would hurt herself. He could tell she was close though while he intentionally held back, afraid of what his forceful orgasm might do if released inside of her. He caught her in his hands as she sunk down on him, preventing her from sinking too far and hurting herself. She was limp in his hands as they stood there, his cock still pulsing and red. "There, little one. It's all over now." He whispered in her ear as she laid her head against him. She would have to recover quickly if they were to avoid another intrusion.
 
It took a good minute for her breathing to return to normal, her gasps muffled by his fur. He was supporting her now so that she didn't slip much further down on his cock, her body still clenching sporadically around him every few seconds. Elle let all the sensation get back into her body before she dared to move, lifting her head to kiss him again. Very slowly, she lifted herself off his cock, letting a small noise slip from her at the sudden emptiness to her sex. She was sore still, her opening throbbing from being stretched so wide. "I am yours, Ulven." She murmured, unwrapping her legs from around him slowly and setting them on the ground.
 
He helped her got off his cock and back on the ground, keeping an arm around her to make sure she didn't fall. "No, Elle. I am the one who belongs to you." He was still her pet and always would be no matter what. It was all he knew. "Come, we must prepare for dinner, your father does not like to be kept waiting." Ulven turned to look at the chest where the leash and collar were kept. He turned his head and stretched his neck, knowing it would be limited for the next few hours. He hoped it still fit, there would be no time to have it re sized and a tight collar was akin to a noose around his neck.
 
Elle steadied herself and smoothed out her dress, her legs a bit shaky at first but gaining her strength back quickly. "We belong to each other, then." She said, stroking his cheek softly as she selected the collar from the chest. Elle held the bulky thing in her hands, hating the cold feel of the leather. "I'm sorry, my love." She murmured as she slid it around his neck and secured it on the loosest setting, frowning softly still. Elle scratched his cheek gently, taking his leash in hand. "To dinner, then." She said, forcing a smile onto her lips as she left the room, her body easing back into its normal way of walking.
 
Ulven walked alongside her on his hind legs, he remained slightly hunched over to give himself a more menacing look. His fur bristled slightly as he set himself into a more aggressive mindset. He wondered if anyone was going to bother bringing up the earlier situation or if it would just be left to rumor. He was sure the King would decide which.
 
This time when entering the Great Hall, there was a hush that fell among the people, each of them staring at the two of them as they passed the tables to the seat of royalty, some looking at Elle but most staring at Ulven. Word had gotten around quickly that the princess' pet had lost control and mated in her room, even worse had destroyed her bed. His hunched figure was frightening to most, though they did their best to fake disinterest. A few stirred in their seats as they passed, suddenly feeling quite uncomfortable from his proximity.

"My daughter, so pleased you would finally grace us with your presence." The king greeted finally as she took her place next to him, "And so wonderful to see your dog in proper restraints, heh heh." He smirked over at Ulven, taking a slight delight in the fact that the beast had been somewhat quelled. Gunter wasn't long after them, escorted by a lesser handmaiden to the queen, an older but still quite busty woman that looked quite flustered, to say the very least. Her plump cheeks were red and she was laughing about something or other that Gunter must have whispered just before entering the room.

The King turned his attention to him, grinning slyly, "Ah, good prince. Please, please. Take your seat. I have an announcement to make." He gestured grandly, smiling down at the others in the room as he took a large gulp of his wine.
 
Ulven kept quiet as he entered the room slightly behind Elle. He let his piercing yellow eyes rest on each of the guests as they stared at him as if he were sizing them up. When they arrived at their places he made sure to seat himself between Elle and the remaining empty chair. Though he could hear and smell Gunter before he made his entrance Ulven jerked forward slightly just for show but was careful not to disturb the table or pull the leash out of Elle's hands. A low growl rumbled in his throat as the Prince made his way around the table.

This would be a careful game of intimidation now. Ulven could get away with even less in front of such a large audience but then again he was here to be seen after all. He eyed Gunter as he approached, the man looked quite pleased with himself as usual, perhaps he hadn't yet heard what had happened? No he must have, rumors spread through the staff like wild fire and Gunter wasn't the kind to leave the staff alone.
 
Gunter did his best not to jump when Ulven made his show of intimidation, stiffening just a bit in his chair. Truth be told, a bit of urine spotted the inside of his trousers now, his hands covering the small wet spot. He grasped his wine glass and chugged the entirety of it, sighing contentedly now that his stress was partially drowned in alcohol.

The King watched everything carefully, smiling as the last of the table was seated properly and served their drinks (in Gunter's case, served his second wine glass and water). He stood after a moment, smiling down at the congregation. "Today, my people, I am joyous to announce what we have waited such a long time for." He turned his head and smiled at Elle, "My daughter has been pledged to marry Prince Gunter. Their union will be on the morrow, and our kingdoms will form a treaty of the ages." He reached down and grasped his wine glass, raising it up, "I propose a toast... To our soon to be wedded couple."

With a smirk, he downed his wine, Elle doing quite the same though truth be told she didn't drink much. Gunter's hands didn't wander again, but the smile on his face was smug, looking her up and down with anticipation. The rest of dinner was mostly small talk, though as dessert was being served, the conversation turned towards what Elle didn't wish to speak about. Gunter, several glasses of wine in, leaned across the table, "Dog," He barked the word, "Tell us about you fucking the cat! Heh! The cat. You must have fucked her good... I saw... Heh.... The bed..."
 
Ulven had not been given any food and he was fine with that. Too much meat on the stomach made one slow. He kept his gaze on Gunter throughout the meal. He had made no reaction to the King's announcement other than keeping himself close to Elle. Gunter's question made his blood boil, more so just because Gunter was talking to him. It gave Ulven an opportunity though now that Gunter had spoken to him he could now speak.

"The cat wished harm upon Princess Elle. I served my purpose and taught her a lesson." He looked Gunter directly in the eyes the entire time. Between his words and his look there could be no mistaking that Ulven knew what Gunter had told Nyla. Nyla had escaped so it was of no consequence of Ulven accused her publicly, she would suffer no consequences. Ulven scrapped the stone floor with his nails lightly, it wasn't an unpleasant sound, truthfully only this adjacent seats would really be able to hear it. But that included Gunters and Ulven knew the sound would remind him and anyone else who heard it of who had caused the damage to the bed. It certainly hadn't been Nyla.
 
Gunter was far too intoxicated for Ulven's threats to mean anything to him, his hand tipping another glass to his lips as he chuckled at the thought of Nyla doing something so awful that Ulven would fuck her. "Oh, she was a bad, bad kitty. Heh. I know that for sure." He chuckled, a bit of his wine spilling down his shirt. Elle had grown silent, pushing her dessert around on her plate, which was unusual for her since it was her favorite delicacy.

"Prince, perhaps you had best not let the spirits get to talking." She offered the prince a chance to fall silent, but he didn't take it. Instead, he took it as precisely what it was -- a polite way for her to say shut up. "The hell are you trying to say?" He demanded, slamming his cup down on the table. His eyes were bloodshot, the wine having gone to his head. Before the situation could get worse, the king intervened, "Prince," He was more intimidating than Elle, his voice stern, "I think the servants had best take you back to your quarters." He practically growled the words.

His eyes moved to Ulven, "Ulven, take Elle to the Maester. He is expecting her."
 
When Gunter slammed his wine class down Ulven rose to all fours and bared his teeth, growling. The knowledge that Gunter wished harm upon Elle was too firmly engraved in his head for him to take any minor act of aggression lightly. He called himself when the King spoke though. It would not do to anger him now. He turned to look at Elle who still had not moved. She was clearly still upset about Gunter's antics and was having difficulty keeping her composure.

Ulven nuzzled and kicked her hand, reassuring her that he was here and everything would be alright. It was in now way sexual, in fact it was very dog like. He whined softly and tugged on the leash. They needed to go ahead and leave before Gunter escalated things beyond Ulven's limits of restraint. He would take her to the Master and then he would discover that Elle was no longer a virgin, then the marriage would be called off and they could move on with their lives...hopefully.
 
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