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Royal Secrets [ Bear & Ren Olvry ]

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he princess was a pampered soul from the day she was born, a sweet creature that had been born into the lap of luxury and truly belonged there. As a child, she had been blessed with everything she could ever want. But money could not purchase a friend for the lonely child.

At least not until she was seven. On that birthday, she was gifted her closest friend, a young anthro pup that was to be her pet. The creature was older and taller than her even at that age, but was still pampered enough that there was play left in his heart. The princess had found what true happiness was at last. The first few years were the best, with days full of play and laughter. As she grew older, the play turned to hours of talking. He was her closest friend and only confidant.

After a while, the two had become inseparable and it seemed only natural that the anthro be permitted to sleep in her bedchambers -- first, on a padded bed on the floor, then later at the foot of her bed. It wasn't long before the two were found nestled together in innocent embrace, the epitome of close friendship.

Even with the years of play behind them, she found it impossible to let her friend go. She had blossomed into a woman, and he from pup to full canine. The years had changed them but had not separated them. At the age of eighteen, she still refused to have her pet sleep anywhere besides her bed.

The cuddling had remained innocent. For a while.

In the quiet of the night, Elle slid her hand over to find him, her fingers brushing softly through the fur on his chest. He leaned in to her touch, their bodies so close she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck. He nipped at her gently, bringing soft little gasps from her lips, her body arching up into him. His hand moved on her body, first grasping her breast, fondling her through her silk nightdress. It moved then, following the curve of her side until his fingers found the edge of her dress.

Her breathing was ragged, electricity thrumming through every inch of her skin. His hand formed a trail of static, moving from her outer to inner thigh then finally cupping her sex gently. Elle blushed. She hadn't been aware she didn't wear panties. He pushed up her night dress to her stomach, sliding his hand away from her just enough to tease at her clit, making her press up to him in eager anticipation. Her breathing had grown heavier, body absolutely aching for him now.

His tongue was on her neck, followed by another nip. He worked his way down her body in slow motions, finally stopping between her legs. His tongue brushed her slow, teasing before he began. It wasn't long before her hands were on his head, her teeth biting into her lower lip to stifle her sounds of pleasure. He stopped just as she was on the verge of orgasm, grinning from between her legs. As he leaned up, she glanced down at him. His cock was erect, the tip almost dripping with precum.

"I'm ready." She whispered, watching as he leaned over her, slowly letting his tip rub against her virginal opening. Her arms wrapped around him, enjoying the heat from his body as she anticipated her virginity being broken. His muscles tensed, his tip entered, she gasped and -- and woke up.

Elle awoke feeling an odd mix of excitement and embarrassment. Her sex was alive with need over her dreamed fantasy of sex, her legs clamping together to try and stop the electricity. Her pet, her /real/ pet, lay next to her still. Her cheeks were hot and her body cold with a light sweat. The dream had come before, but never so intense. And as always, it was so hard to shake.

She propped herself up on her elbow, steadying her breathing as she touched his shoulder. "Hey... Are you awake?"
 
For a while, things were good for the arctic fox pup. Arguably even very good. He wasn't exactly dropped into the lap of luxury -- more like dropped near it -- at least at the start, but there was the Princess, to whom he belonged. He was nervous at first, as could have been called natural, but she was kind to him, it turned out. Far more so than those that had watched over him before, better still for the fact that he wasn't being watched over; not that much.

Naturally, he grew over the years, filling out to a reasonably athletic form with his snowy white fur still covering every inch of him. As the playing turned to talking, and he moved eventually from a little padded bed to cuddled up right with the Princess, however, Jace started getting a little more nervous again. He tried his best to hide it, but touches were shortened just a little more, he wasn't cuddling up quite as closely or freely at nights. He wasn't certain if she'd noticed, at least yet... but he found himself a bit more and more worried when she might.

So when he felt her touch on his shoulder start to wake him up, he gave everything he had to keep from jolting in surprise, and felt he did a rather good job of that. Sleepily allowing himself a small yawn, he shifted himself a little to prop himself up on an elbow equally to her, his head tilting curiously as he tried to read any hints of her expression to see if there might be any sort of issue.

"Yeah, I'm awake. Is everything alright? You're usually not waking up at this time of night, so if there's anything you need, you know you can always ask me. I'll even slip by any guards and the like to get it if so desired," Jace offered with a little grin, a slight hint of discomfort tugging at it all the same. He hoped it wasn't anything to do with how he'd been changing a little toward her recently, that it was... anything else. At the very least, he'd just have to hear it from her.
 
It wasn't hard for her to tell that he had been sleeping, his body jerking awake at her touch and his movements slower than normal. His voice was thick as he replied, but cleared easy enough. Even in the quiet of the room, she could hear the tenacity of his voice in which a servant's life had taught him, the eerie "ready to serve" tone something that bothered her deeply even in private. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spook you awake," She murmured, leaning back down on her pillow as her eyes adjusted more and more to the dim lighting in the room.

His face was as familiar to her as anyone's, the thick fur perhaps her favorite feature of it, as it was the softest thing she had ever touched. "I am fine, Jace, I just... Couldn't sleep." She said, feeling a bit childish for the fact that she had woken him in the first place. Her dream had been nothing more than that - a dream. It was a fantasy that would never come true and was something so terribly forbidden that she shouldn't even think of it. But still, it played again and again in her mind, from the way his paws caressed over her bare breasts to his hot breath in between her legs.

Mindful of her own body again, she squeezed her legs shut a bit and instead turned her thoughts towards something that perhaps had been the catalyst of all of her dreams. Jace had always snuggled close to her, always held her. But lately, he had been... Well, not distant, but he didn't get as close as he used to. He watched every move he made and was more careful than ever. It had been noticed at first when her breasts had started to bud and fill, then more so when her female figure became apparent. Was it that she was no longer a child in his eyes and therefore not appropriate to touch? She couldn't tell. Her body had been late to bloom but she had blossomed well into a curvy enough woman, taking after her mother in body and face but father in eyes and hair.

"There is..." She started, "There is something I want to ask." She said finally, somewhat stuttering over her words. She pulled the blanket up and over her body to the shoulder so that her curves were hidden, though still outlined beneath the down-stuffed comforter. "You do not treat me like you used to... Have I done something to upset you?"
 
'Couldn't sleep', she said. Considering how long he knew her, the fox quite doubted that it was just as simple as a 'couldn't sleep'. There was something there, he was sure of it, but... right now, somehow, he didn't want to pry. It might have been a good idea, even, but... what if it was the thing he was secretly so worried about? What could he possibly do, how could he possibly answer in his somewhat sleepy state then? No, he didn't trust himself right now not to possibly let something slip...

Still, he showed a look of concern when the girl seemed to pause; or at least, that was what he was perceiving. For the moment, then, he made no moves, but when she started to speak again, he blinked in curiosity, his pointed ears perking a bit further up atop his head to intently take in every word. And when he heard the blanket start to move, by her doing, well... he couldn't help it, how his eyes momentarily drifted in that direction. To some of her body, to the curves now hidden behind that extra cover such that he couldn't make out near as much of their real definition whether he wanted to or not. He hoped her vision in the dark wasn't quite such that she'd notice even that small look...

"No... no, no. True, we've occasionally had our minor disagreements -- that's just natural for anyone -- but..." Jace began, before exhaling a small sigh. If anything, that had certainly woken him up, enough at least to get his mind moving just a little. An excuse, any excuse... he just needed something to fall back on, right now. "People talk, sometimes. I'm not sure if we were ever supposed to get as close to each other as we are, and... I just don't want to lose that because of something someone else can say..." he concluded, his ears falling a little; not just because of the worry, which was very real, but because he wasn't strictly telling the truth. Since it was her, he had a feeling she might pick up on something, but he at least had to try.
 
There was something about him that was off even though she couldn't quite place what it was - maybe perhaps he was still groggy from sleep and wasn't able to really concentrate on the conversation at hand, or perhaps he was just acting a bit different because there was something about him that just seemed to be... Different. Elle chewed her lip and tried to think over everything, though she was distracted still by the lingering throb between her legs and the tenacious urge to close the space between the two of them.

There was definitely something off about him when he was trying to think of an answer to her question, but it was understandable that he was nervous of people making assumptions about a relationship between the two of them. After all, Elle had become quite a lovely young woman and was the prize of the kingdom considering that she was the only offspring of the royal family. Even though she was not of age to rule yet, the kingdom had been given offers for marriage that would give them valuable allies and people were whispering about which suitor would be best for her when she came of age.

"I understand," She said after a moment, though there was still something nagging her, "But you know that no one can see us in here, right?" She said finally, feeling heat in her cheeks as she stared down at the blanket instead of looking at her face. "Even though there are guards all around the castle... You know that you are the only one permitted into my quarters after dark." And that much was true, unless in cases of great danger. The handmaidens were permitted in once the sun had risen and the princess gave permission. Beyond that, it was the single room in the castle in which she was permitted true alone time with her friend.

Elle thought for a moment before she spoke again, feeling a bit ashamed in the fact that she was pursuing such a silly dream. She didn't even know if he felt similar about it. "Do you think that perhaps it would be alright to close the space between us again?" She asked, pushing the blanket back down tentatively, "I have missed being close to you..." She said, reaching out again and touching his chest softly, "I miss... Touching you." That didn't quite come out right, but the words were out there and there was no taking them back.
 
From that first comment... did she believe him? Maybe, maybe not... he couldn't be certain from just that, and so his ears retained their position angled forward a little in that worry, even that doubt. It was true, though; especially as he started to grow, as he naturally got stronger over the years, Jace himself was the only one to be here at such times, in confidence in his loyalty, his strength, and his senses to possibly pick up on any would-be intruders.

"I'm sorry... you're right, in here, nothing else matters," Jace spoke with a slight grin and a small nod. Saying it like that... he didn't necessarily want to, but it was just what came out, without much thought. Spurred on a bit by that hand that had come to his chest, he didn't doubt. "Here... let's just lay down and start to get some rest again, I'm sure both of us are still tired..." he suggested, even then shifting himself closer again, until very little distance remained between them.

Why. That thought lingered in his mind every moment from there. From moving closer again, to wrapping his arms carefully around the female's lower back, his hands coming to rest there. Even more so, to where he decided to place his muzzle. Nuzzling slightly against her chin, he let it come to rest there, vaguely aware that she'd thus be able to feel his warm, light breaths right against the front of her neck. Internally, Jace was blaming his lingering sleepiness for his actions, but yet he couldn't deny that it was one step closer to what he wanted. "To be honest, I've missed it as well..." he softly spoke, vaguely aware of one of his hands starting to move, if just slightly, along Elle's spine.
 
Her request didn't seem to put him off as she had thought it would, had even expected it would. Hell, she had been surprised that he even shared a bed with her still considering how he felt about people thinking ill of it. But for all the castle knew, he slept at the foot like a house dog would, not beneath her sheets and at her side like a husband. It was a closely guarded secret among the few that knew, and her father had gotten rid of the previous staff member to let it slip even in passing. Should it be found out the true nature of their relationship, it would be an embarrassment to the kingdom. A princess should be trained to be of higher status, even in sleep, than her pet.

There was nothing but relief as he closed space between them, leaving just inches in which their bodies weren't touching. She could feel electricity between them, whether real or imagined she couldn't tell. The heat from his body was enough to make her warm without the blanket, the soft tickle of his fur against her exposed lower legs something familiar and pleasurable. "Rest, yes," She agreed, though she was having trouble again paying attention with her heart pounding in her chest. Though she had fixed the problem of him being distant, but was now faced with the issue of her undeniable attraction towards him.

His breath tickled at her neck with each exhale and she could feel his hands slide up and down her spine in slow motions, perhaps from sleepiness but perhaps something else. Her mind was racing though she lay still, her eyes closing and enjoying the moment. Elle didn't fight the gentle shiver of pleasure as his fingers tickled just a bit, goosebumps rising swiftly to chase the shiver away and bringing her nipples to brisk points beneath her gown.

The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them, the ever nagging thought finally vocalized - "Do you... Desire me?"
 
As much as he said they should get some rest... now that he was cuddled closer to her again like this, very distinctly feeling her warmth, catching her pleasant scent, Jace could tell that there was no way rest was going to come. Moments of sleep, perhaps, but for the most part, he was certain he'd be up for the better part of the night, agonizing over their proximity before having to make it through the day however he could manage on such little sleep. It was not something he looked forward to, but worse still would be if he backed away again now, made her even more suspicious and likely creating a real gap between them.

He was almost convinced Elle would be satisfied with this much, that she'd drift back off to sleep now that they were closer again. But at the first sound of her voice, his ears perked up again in alert. For a few moments, the fox was silent, biting slightly at his lip as he struggled to think of a way to answer that. Yet, he was aware enough even that struggle, that pause would do more than well to answer such a question: if he was hesitating to come out with an answer, then that answer was probably 'yes'.

"Do you, me?" he finally, calmly asked after a few short moments had passed. So he posed the question, but he'd started to come this far already; even for fear of harsh rejection, he started to go even further. Tilting his head up a little, he placed a soft, brief kiss upon the Princess' chin. Then another slightly further up, and another still very near her lower lip. He should wait, he told himself... but desire was starting to burn, just as he'd worried, now that they were so close again. He needed to stop, but he didn't want to.
 
He didn't immediately deny it, and didn't seem to want to answer her question at all. Her eyes searched his face for the answer, but didn't get it in words. His eyes said what his mouth wouldn't, and it was obvious that he didn't know how to say it to her. It would be more than just taboo for him to desire her. It was less so for her to desire him. It wouldn't be acceptable, but it would be more acceptable for the princess to take him as a consort than for him to approach her.

Jace turned her question back to her, his soft words making her feel as if she didn't need to speak. There were no words needed, as his lips were already pressing against her chin, then again just above it, moving slowly towards her lips. His kisses were traveling ever north, and she made the final leap to bring their lips together, her lips pressing against his with passion and desire that she had not dared to speak.

There was no definitive answer from her, only movement as her body moved by instinct, closing the final space between their bodies so that she could feel every inch of him pressed against her, her hands in his fur as she felt the now familiar stirring between her legs of desire.
 
No response... at least, not a vocal one. But what was a vocal response to a question like that, compared to action? And just as he had responded with just such, Jace could very much appreciate the fact that Elle was responding in turn. Both by not denying him these little kisses... and by taking the next logical step. Both of them, he supposed, had their answer.

So the fox eagerly returned the kiss the very moment it came, some of the softness in his earlier kisses making way for a need to hold and lavish that touch and not let it go. Moving closer in turn, he slid his hands steadily further up the female's back, even serving to drag her nightdress up a little. Seeking still further from their touch, their kiss, he slipped his tongue onward. Not even waiting for an invitation, he pressed it between the Princess' soft, sweet lips to meet her own tongue. A bit of eagerness plainly showed as it rubbed against it, but more so, he seemed to be taking in every bit of the taste and texture, even trying to entice her to further passion. That this was taboo, that he'd be looked down upon greatly and perhaps even separated from her if this was found out, wasn't lost on him; but rather than stop him, he found it making him want to go further, now, while he yet had the chance.

To that end, he slid one hand slowly back down along her side, gliding gently over the curves of her hip and, further, her thigh. There it slipped beneath her nightdress, the soft fur sliding along the front of her bare thigh and upward to cup that precious space between her legs. He sought all of her, and this, more than some simple words, was the best way to show it, he felt.
 
It wasn't hard to get swept up in the emotions, in the raw feeling of just being with him. Cuddling had quickly turned into something more, something so much more that she didn't know if, or when, she would draw the line. It would be extremely improper of her to lose herself to him, namely because her hefty price came from being an unsoiled maiden, but also because it would sully the family line as far as "breeding" would go. Her parents had been cautious to shelter her, hence why they didn't seem bothered by her relationship with her pet. He, at least, was a male that wouldn't be able to impregnate her should something happen.

His tongue slid against her lips before seeking entrance into her mouth, her lips parting for him eagerly, the taste of his mouth something more intoxicating than she could ever have imagined. There was something about him that made her want more, from the way his lips moved against her own and the way his tongue brushed upon hers. Her body pressed to him, eager to feel his touch as his hands slid up her thighs. The kiss wasn't broken until she felt his fingers slowly come to cup her sex, a jolt of pleasure cutting up into her insides. She pulled back from him and bit her lip, knowing that this was the most intimate touch she'd ever felt.

And yet still, her body craved more. Her hands moved slowly on him, nervous for the fact that while she had been touched before by a doctor, she had never touched a man before, much less an anthro man. Her fingers moved down his chest, slow as they moved over his stomach and finally came to a rest just above his sheath. Her body was nervous, but she was already too far gone to think of the consequences of her possible actions. She looked up at him for a moment before her hand made the final leap, cupping his sheath in a gentle grip and stroking him in very slow movements.

Her lips sought his out again and she was the one to slide her tongue into his mouth, her body eager to feel his touch and have her need quelled. Her sex was so painfully aware of every touch that it was almost pain, hips arching to press against his hand, begging without words for more.
 
As soon as she started to pull back, Jace paused in every action, but for one: his tongue licking slightly along his lips, eagerly recalling the taste of her own. To say that it was 'pleasing' would be rather an understatement; he wasn't even certain himself how long he'd wanted this, how long he'd desired her maturing form. On reflection, he supposed 'a good while' was a sufficient answer, but... now, if she was backing away... he'd overstepped, he was almost certain of it.

That was, until her hands started to move over him again. As Elle's hands started to move downward over his stomach, the fox still made no move just yet as his breath started to catch in his throat. And as the hand moved further down, it wasn't long before she started to get the reaction he was certain she sought. A small, low groan from the vulpine, and something most certainly starting to stir and emerge beneath the gentle touch that his hips couldn't help but push slightly further into.

As the next kiss came, Jace eagerly returned it with just as much passion as before, his eyes drifting right back closed in content. At the slightest touch of her tongue, his lips wasted no time in parting slightly to invite it onward, his own tongue coming up to meet it. Shifting his lips a little further over her tongue and lips, he started to suckle hungrily at that tongue even as his own slid over it, seemingly intent on making sure not a single inch went untouched or untasted for long. Neither did he keep her waiting elsewhere, his fingers curling a little to cup even further between her legs. Slowly and somewhat firmly, he rubbed his palm and thumb over her sex, intent on taking in every slight definition of it.

"Let me see, Elle. All of you," he eventually, softly spoke. In spite of breaking the kiss, his body still seemed to demand all the contact it could achieve, to which end he started to kiss and ever so gently nibble along the Princess' neck... all the while, his light blue eyes pointed downward, eagerly awaiting what he felt had to be a vision of beauty subtly hidden beneath that nightdress of hers.
 
She had anticipated a lot of the way it would feel, but she had never expected she would be so aroused by feeling him, her hand moving from timid to eager in a matter of moments. His body felt so hot against her own that it seemed to mimic the rising tension between them, her body so eager and aching for his touch that she was almost ready to beg verbally for him. His thumb and palm were driving her wild, her body pressing enthusiastically into his touch as her hand stroked him steadily faster, gaining in pressure as her thumb rubbed over the tip of him.

Their tongues danced and entwined with each other, his mouth sucking hers into his even still as she felt him take her against him. There was only one description for his mouth, and it tasted of something completely forbidden, exotic, but absolutely undeniable. He was sweeter than any fruit her table had been graced with, but with darker hints of spice, his body attractive in every way that she felt intoxicated by him. There was nothing else existing except for his hands on her and their mouths together, and for a moment it wasn't thought of that this was wrong, that they had their status to think about.

It was so deliciously right.

He broke away from the kiss to murmur to her, his maw moving along her neck in tantalizing, tickling motions. Goosebumps rose on her skin again and she felt the same shiver of pleasure, her lips curling softly into a smile. Elle pulled away, but only so she could leverage herself into a better position. Her leg swung over his hip and pushed until she was able to straddle him onto his back, her sex just above his sheath. She moved slowly, tugging the night gown up over her thighs slowly. She had not worn her underlinens to bed, her body exposed to him as she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it to the floor.

Her breasts were perky on her chest, her nipples stiff peaks on the soft mounds. Goosebumps were still visible along her ribs, her lithe form shaped by the rigorous schedule and strict diet she was kept on.

Elle let her weight settle down slowly on him, her sex rubbing against his sheath in slow, grinding motions as she gauged his reaction carefully.
 
This time as Elle pulled away, Jace once again paused in his actions... but not for nervousness, nor worry. Not this time. Instead, it was pure anticipation that brought Jace pause, his eyes clearly watching and waiting for what they so desperately desired to see. A small smirk, even, crossed his lips as she moved over him, his hands coming gently to her hips to steady the female above him. Never mind the stirring and growing between his legs, and the fact that her sitting right there was only serving to slowly make it worse, make his pants still more uncomfortable.

"You're beautiful, Elle... more than I thought..." the fox softly spoke, a light shudder coursing through his body as he felt her hips start to move against him, and his own instinctively tried to shift and rise up a little, adding a bit more pressure to the slow grinding. Moving himself a little more after a short time, he placed his hands in a careful grip on the Princess' hips, before starting to move them both. Carefully and gently, he reversed their positions, placing the female on her back while he now knelt over her, hovering just above. Moving one of his hands down, he worked to undo his pants from just above his tail before dragging them down, a small, relieved sigh escaping him as the pressure was removed and his hardening, dark length between his legs could dangle freely.

"Tell me when we should stop... if not, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself..." he warned, his warm breath washing gently over her neck and shoulder as he leaned back down over them. Carefully and ever so gently, he started to nibble along where her neck and shoulder met, just to start traveling slowly, inexorably downward. With his eyes fixated on the soft curves of one of her breasts, he made it no secret where he was planning to go first... a fact he was well aware of. More so, he wanted her to know.
 
If her cheeks had been pink before then surely now they had turned red, her teeth biting her lip again tenderly. "I hoped you would think so," She murmured, letting her hands travel on his body and explore the furry wonderland that covered his well muscled physique. He was naturally more athletic than any human man could hope to be, built more vulpine than human.

The slow and gentle bump and grind of their bodies against one another was almost enough to make her inexperienced body climax, but not quite. She was left trembling when he lifted her and slowly changed their positions. Try as she might to not stare, her eyes were drawn to him as his pants were removed. His cock was impressive, larger and thicker than even her sleeping mind had imagined.

He said something about telling him when to stop and at first she felt fear - fear that he wanted to stop. But he continued on, kissing her softly and eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her as her body arched into his touch. "I don't... I don't want you to stop," She panted, her hands sliding between them to slowly stroke his slick cock.

There was no reason to keep her desire silent then - "I want you to take me... My maidenhood, I mean "
 
"Nor do I... want to stop..."

So he simply spoke, almost struggling with just that thanks to how his breath hitched and his body shuddered lightly from her touch. Gentle, careful... much as he'd been expecting, in a way, but was it ever so much better than his own occasional, weak attempts. Her delicate fingers, her soft skin... yet again, especially at her next words, his ears drooped slightly. Could he really do this? Was he even allowed? Already he'd gone further than he should dare, seeing, touching the Princess' bare, lovely form...

...yet ultimately, he supposed his own body held the end answer: he couldn't stop now even if he wanted to, a desire evident even in his eyes.

After a short time, with his length growing a bit further to reach its full size, complete with the somewhat thicker, canine knot at the base, Jace finally reached down to claim Elle's hands in his own. Slowly removing them from that length, even to the point of feeling his hips jerk slightly when there was nothing else there. Moving one of those hands up to his lips to kiss softly at the back of, before he started to lower his hips. Another light shudder coursed through him as his tip brushed against part of her upper thigh, one hand gripping into the sheets as he fought to hold back his immediate instincts. Instead, he shifted himself up a little further, and as soon as he could feel his tip rubbing against her moist sex, started to lower his hips again. A low groan escaped him as his length started to sink slowly into the female he so desired, his teeth brushing lightly near her collarbone as he struggled even to not get much rougher with his Princess now they were reaching a point of no return.
 
She couldn’t believe the words out of her own mouth, but she had said them and there was no going back. They had already long passed the point of no return, she was sure, when the relationship had moved between owner and pet to lovers. It was a bridge that they were never meant to have crossed, one that was not even supposed to have been thought of… But yet here she was, writhing in her own desire for him and feeling the deepest need for him to have her. She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t stand the thought of holding out any longer just to give herself away to a person she didn’t care about, or a man she didn’t want.

There was no stopping or slowing what happened next. She could feel his desire for her between her hands, his cock throbbing in tune with his heart beat and his knot growing slowly with each stroke. She could feel her own heart beat between her legs and knew that they desired each other enough for there to be no hesitation. And he didn’t. Jace took control and moved her hands away from his cock, the thick slab of meat rubbing against her thigh and making her sex clench in expectation as his tip raised and moved towards her entrance. He was gentle as he kissed the back of her hands, her eyes meeting his with sweet adoration.

It happened for her in slow motion, the tip of his cock sliding down her wet slit towards her virginal hole, her stomach growing taut with anxiety. She let out a soft gasp as his tapered tip entered her slowly, her body tight around him as she grasped his fur. “Jace,” She sighed out his name, her sex stretching slowly to accommodate him, though she could feel the pain as his thick length tore her hymen. She let out a soft noise in surprise, the pain small but every bit as arousing as everything else. There was nothing left but instinct, her hips rolling up to meet his as his teeth brushed her collar bone, her eyes closing as she gripped him, “Oh, gods,” She let out a shaky sigh and grasped fistfuls of his fur, feeling her body tremble, “You feel amazing,”
 
As soon as that broke, even the fox could feel it and tell, in the back of his mind, what he'd just done. Now especially, he would always be her first... and, vaguely, he worried about that. When might someone find out that the Princess who was supposed to be clean and pure had been claimed? How quickly would they turn to him, the one creature by far allowed most freely into her quarters? All of that, he felt, was a legitimate worry... and all at the very back of his mind. For the moment, his focus was entirely on the beauty beneath him.

"Elle... as do you, perhaps even more so..." Jace managed to breathe out. A bit harder, a bit faster... now that he was certain the pain of losing her virginity had likely subsided for the Princess, he seemed perfectly ready to really do this. Shifting himself slightly, he reached one hand down to her rear while the other still helped prop him just over her, his soft-furred chest brushing against the female's full chest with each motion of his body and thrust of his hips. Gripping a little into her rear, he occasionally gave it a small squeeze, coaxing the female beneath him to match his increasing pace and even aiding her in doing so.

"Just... a bit more..." he muttered as he felt his knot start to bump against the female's sex, his teeth meanwhile moving back over to the side of his neck, interchanging with occasional licks against that soft skin he was certain would be getting more sensitive from the nibbling. They'd be stuck together for some time after if he dared go so far as to tie with her, the fox knew it... but he wanted everything. He wasn't going to stop, and he made that perfectly clear with the somewhat more forceful thrusts that started to come, trying his best to push in at least part of his canine knot.
 
With her hymen broken, she was truly able to enjoy the experience, her body relaxing around him slowly to make herself feel like she wasn’t being split in half by his cock. Her body was so unused to the attentions it was receiving that every move felt amplified, her legs wrapping around his hips slowly as he started to thrust himself into her. His pace was increasing and her hips moved to match him, her body dying for every touch. She could feel him deep inside her, his tapered tip rubbing against the deepest reaches of her walls.

She did her best to muffle her sounds of pleasure into his neck, the sound filtered better by his fur so that the guards outside of the room couldn’t hear her moans. With each lick onto her chest she could feel her skin tingling, the flesh turning pink from attention on the same spot. Her sex, likewise, was sensitive, her hands gripping and releasing him in rhythm as she did her best to stay quiet.

“I’m so close,” She panted against him, feeling his knot start to press against her already swollen sex, her hips bucking up into him with his increased rhythm. His cock had already filled her to what she was sure was her fullest extent, but she could feel that he wanted more - he wanted to tie with her. The thought was exciting, to know that he would be forcing himself in and having them committed to being tied together for an unknown amount of time. It was more delicious a thought even than the taboo of him taking her virginity, her sex happily aiding in lubrication from her increased arousal.

With his increased thrusts it wasn’t long before she felt that swollen knot force itself painfully past her entrance, her walls squeezing tight around it. Her hands clenched tight into fists as she cried out into his neck, having to force herself to bite her lip to muffle the sound. His knot pushed her over the edge, her hips jerking up against him as her walls spasmed around him. Her climax was so intense that she was sure she was heard, her mind off the guards and consequences, completely consumed by the stretching, filling, thrusting of his cock inside of her.
 
"As... am I..." Jace muttered, finding himself struggling even to get so few, so simple words out right now. She was so tight around him, her smooth, damp walls helping him thrust in even deeper in spite of that. Especially for his first time, he was holding out as well as he could, but he doubted he could do that for much longer as Elle gripped against him, offering him no direct resistance. He was certain of it; she wanted everything just as well, and he was more than happy to give it.

Quietly grunting a little as he finally pushed his hips more forcefully downward, gripping a bit harder at her rear and inevitably pushing her down further into the bed, Jace couldn't help the small, lustful growl that rumbled through him when his knot finished pushing its way in. As soon as that was done, his own climax hit, the fox accidentally biting a bit further into the Princess' shoulder, just enough to not quite draw blood, as his seed filled her, his knot trapping most of it in just as well as binding them fully together. In alert, his ears perked up to any sounds he might catch outside, but there was nothing out of the ordinary that he could tell. They were safe... he hoped.

"I love you, Elle..." he muttered, breathing out heavily and already feeling his eyes start to dim as exhaustion and a desire for sleep slowly crept in. "I think... we're safe... though we may have to worry about this..." he suggested, granting her shoulder a soft lick where little marks from his teeth still lingered behind.
 
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