A new dawn

Isabelle and I had sex all night, trying different positions. She rode me so I could see her large tits bounce, and the same again, but this time facing away from me so I could see her luscious ass cheeks. Another where she laid on her front, and I laid prone on top of her as I fed her my length.

She used her huge ass to sit on my face as I licked her sensitive parts, and after she climaxed from this, she couldn’t help but lean forward to take my shaft in her mouth.

I had her legs high in the air as I pounded into her from a higher angle, delving my cock deep inside of her. I pinned her against the wall as I fucked her hard against it, even trying standing sex whist I held her weight with my impressive muscles, making her glide up and down on my cock.

We laid on or sides as I hoisted one of her legs up and thrusted into her from behind. She used her large tits to envelop my phallus and stoked it with her flesh. I painted her face and tits, my jism splashing on her flesh and beautiful features, then she would scoop up my seed and swallow it like an insatiable treat.

And of course, doggy-style, our favourite position.

Each time she would dutifully clean me like a good bitch, which would soon ignite another erection from me, and we would start fucking all over again.

It was morning, the suns rays pierced through the window and bathed us with its warm glow.

Isabelle was on her back, her legs splayed wide, and I was hunched over her, fucking her.

Her body was dripping with sweat, making her body slick and moist, emphasising her enticing curves. We hadn’t slept at all, only filling the night with relentless rutting. The room had a heavy musk of sex in the air, mingled with the scent of her intoxicating pussy and my semen.

I supported myself with placing my hands at her sides, I looked down to watch my large red shaft enter her again and again. Isabelle moaned with every plunge I made, her eyes sparkled with worship and pure love. It was a slow pace, a way to somewhat recover some stamina from the previous nights events.

My knot would hit her entrance, demanding entry into her again, I leaned forward to kiss her passionately, and Isabelle held my furred maw as she fell into the embrace of my lips with hers. Our tongues danced with each other, each of us tasting one another.

Her wet twat was hot and tight, gripping me with a form hold. My hips and thighs were sore and aching from all the thrusting I had been doing, but the ecstatic feeling I would receive from fucking Isabelle would help me forget that pain. I had cum in her several times within the night and the very early hours of the morning, I was surprised how much I had given her already.

“I love you, Fen.” She whimpered. I felt a sense of dominance at her confession to me, and every time she told me she loved me, it would spur me to fuck her harder. I took pride and joy in at having Isabelle as my bitch and queen, I knew that she would serve me well.

I felt her pussy contract around me again, signalling another upcoming orgasm. I picked up my pace so that I could join her at the same time to cum inside her.

Her legs wrapped around me as I pushed hard to knot myself inside her from this position. She moaned out hard at the insertion of my knot and her body convulsed as she experienced another orgasm. I then snarled at my own release and flooded her womb with my wolvir sperm.

We stayed like this, kissing and fondling each other, until my knot subsided and I could dislodge myself from Isabelle’s pussy. My thick and white cum began to ooze out of her, in which Isabelle shifted onto all fours and bent down to envelop my cock in her mouth. She dutifully cleaned my shaft of her juices and my cum, her huge fat ass high in the air. I fondled her giant globes when I heard a knock on my door.

They loved disturbing me in the morning when I am in the middle of something, I thought to myself.

Isabelle kept with her ministrations on my cock, not caring for the disturbance at my door.

“What is it!” I growled. Isabelle flicked my slanted tip with her tongue, her eyes looking up at me hungrily.

“My king!” Boomed the voice of my most trusted warrior, Zandor. His words pierced through the wooden oak door. “You are needed to settle a dispute!”

Isabelle’s warm, wet mouth never faltered, her tongue swirling around the end of my shaft, as if daring me to lose focus. I snarled again, torn between irritation at the intrusion and the pleasure of her devoted attention. Her lips then tightened around me in a slow, deliberate suck, her fingers kneading the base of my balls as if to remind me where my priorities lay.

“Surely it can wait!” I shouted across the room to my chamber door.

“I’m not sure it can, my king.”

With much **** on both our parts, Isabelle and I ceased our intimate time together. She pulled on the robe from last night, whilst I wrapped a towel around my waist, my erection still half hard.

I opened the door to see the concerned face of Zandor.

“King Fen.” He respectfully addressed me. “The dispute I speak of is between that of one of our warriors, and a nobleman of the king from Frens.”

“Give me a moment.” I told him and shit the door. I proceeded to get dressed, and Isabelle asked what the incident was about.

“I’m about to find out, my queen.” I kissed her on her plump lips, regretting the decision I made to settle the matters outside of my chambers. But I am a king, and a king must do his duty.

“I’ll send for some maids to assist you, my queen.” She nodded.

As I left, I told a guard down the hall to fetch the maids to aid my queen in getting ready, he understood and made way to complete the task given to him.

I entered the throne room, and was met with an angry stare from a Frens nobleman. The stomp sphere was heavy with tension, as if a wrong choice of word could start a conflict.

King Pierre stood to the side, looking stoic, his arms crossed. He did not look as furious as the nobleman, but held a calm stature of himself.

I seated myself at my throne, the nobleman was chomping at the bit to jump in and start an argument it seemed.

I addressed the king first, incurring the nobleman to become red faced with anger.

“What is the issue here, king Pierre?” I asked him calmly.

The king cleared his throat before continuing, glancing at the nobleman once more before answering me.

“It would seem a member of my retinue has been insulted, king Fen.” Pierre told me.

“Insulted how?” I wonder, did one of my warriors mock him?

“It seems a wolvir…had intercourse with his wife.”

I had to quickly suppress a laugh, one of my warriors cuckholded this nobleman. She must have preferred going feral instead of sticking with her husband.

“I see.” I said as I recovered my composure. “What happened?”

The nobleman finally spoke, unable to hold his tongue any longer.

“Your mutt of a warrior seduced my wife!” He shouted at me.

“Please, sir. Control yourself. I am remaining calm, show the same courtesy. Is that not a pillar of your culture? Showing grace and decorum, a grand showing of etiquette?” I questioned.

He pursed his lips together, doing his best to keep them shut and refrain from another outburst.

“As I said, what happened? I need details.”

“As he said, but crudely put, king Fen.” Began Pierre. “A wolvir, one of your warriors seduced his wife. He offered her drink and conversation, and it is said that they went to a dark corner where she fellated him. The warrior then took her to a spare room, and on this morning, she was found being rutted by your warrior in this spare room. Apparently they had been having intercourse for most of the night.”

This must be the same wolvir I spotted previously, how amusing.

The nobleman's face twisted in impotent rage as I stroked my furred chin.

“And where is this warrior now?” I asked, searching for the accused wolvir.

“Being detained in the courtyard, though not without difficulty. He claims the lady was a willing participant.” Said Pierre.

“Send him in.” I commanded.

Without further ado, my guard sent for the wolvir to be in everyone’s presence.

The accused stepped into the throne room, he was a well built wolvir, with large muscles and dark brown fur covering his body. He stopped a few meters from my throne, and knelt in respect for me.

“My king.” He said.

“You have been accused of taking advantage of this nobleman’s wife.” I gesture towards the nobleman. “What is your defence?”

“She was willing, my king. I took no advantage over her. She wanted those things to happen. She said so herself.”

“Preposterous!” Yelled the nobleman.

I was curious to know the full details of this predicament, and to get that, I needed someone else to relay the information.

“I want to hear the accounts from the wife.” I ordered, my voice carrying the weight of command.

The nobleman’s face darkened further, his jaw tightening as if he might protest, but King Pierre gave him a sharp look that silenced him before he could speak.

A guard was summoned, and within moments, the nobleman’s wife was escorted into the throne room. She was a striking woman, her hair slightly disheveled, her dress hastily adjusted, evidence of the night’s activities. Yet despite her disarray, she held herself with a quiet dignity, her chin lifted as she met my gaze without shame.

Her lips parted as if to speak, but the nobleman lurched forward with a strangled noise. “You will not humiliate me further by forcing my wife to recount-.”

King Pierre’s hand snapped up, silencing him mid-sentence. The woman’s eyes flickered toward her husband, a flicker of defiance in them before she turned back to me.

“I will speak.” She said, her voice unwavering. The nobleman made a sound like a wounded animal as she stepped forward, the hem of her dress whispering against the stone floor. A faint scent of musk and sweat still clung to her—wolvir seed, unmistakable.

The naughty bitch has been marked as his territory!

Her cheeks flushed, not with shame, but with the lingering heat of the night before. She inhaled, her chest rising slowly, and when she spoke, her words were deliberate, each syllable weighted with confidence.

“He was charming, and attentive, unlike my husband.” She said, her gaze locked onto mine. “I asked him to take me.”

A muscle in the nobleman’s jaw jumped. His knuckles whitened, but he said nothing, could say nothing, not with Pierre’s warning glare pinning him in place.

Pierre cleared his throat. “You asked him?”

She didn’t flinch. “Yes. I’ve heard stories of a wolvir’s size. So we conversed, and flirted. And then we found a quiet corner, and I told him I wanted to suck his cock.”

The nobleman winced at her confession, willing himself for it not to be true.

“And then?” I said.

“And then that is exactly what happened. We found a quiet corner, and I sucked his cock.” She eyed the accused wolvir, giving him a sultry look. “And then we found a room, where he fucked me like I had never been before.”

A rouse of rabbling went through the throne room, whispered words from women to their neighbour. And gruff voices reached over the crowds as they said about the coupling of a wolvir and human.

At that moment, my new queen entered through the door that I came through earlier. She wore a simple looking grey dress, but her curves and beauty made it look regal.

She stood closely at the side of me, leaning on my throne as I sat upon it, Isabelle would caress her hand onto my chest, running her fingers through my fur.

This scene displayed by Isabelle and caused everyone to watch her movements, until I spoke up again.

“It sounds to me that this was all consensual.” I told the nobleman.

“I do not-.” He started but his wife quickly jumped in.

“Shut up you oaf!” Everyone e in the throne room was taken aback by her sudden outburst, and to her husband no less. “You do not own me, this marriage was arranged for the prestige of our families. I never wanted to be married to you. And I have never been satisfied in the bedroom by you. Not until I met this wolvir.” She motioned to the wolvir she had lain with.

“What are you-.”

“Listen! I do not wish to continue with this marriage. I have found more excitement and satisfaction in one night with a wolvir than I ever have with you. And also, his cock is much bigger than yours, and he made me orgasm, which you never have.”

My queen then spoke out, a smug look on her face.

“This woman has experienced and understood the superiority of wolvir sex. Do you wish to divorce your husband, and properly become this wolvir’s bitch?” She asked the noblewoman.

“I do your queen.” She then looked the accused wolvir. “If he would have me.”

The wolvir grinned. “I would have you as my bitch. Divorce this pathetic man, and spend your days being satisfied by me.”

She smiled widely and looked at him lustfully.

“I will make the arrangements.” She said.

“King Pierre, you cannot let this happen.” Said the nobleman.

Pierre looked at me and his daughter, the way he watched us put his final words into action.

“Your wife is unhappy with you, even my court knows of this. This woman was **** into a marriage she did not want, and the result was her misery. I would never wish to see my own daughter in that position, and that is why I listens to her when she asked me to arrange a proposal of marriage to king Fen. I support the divorce, let the women choose if they want to be with a wolvir.”

The murmurs increased in volume to loud talkings of wolvir-human relationships and marriage.

“What day you, king Fen?” Asked Pierre.

“Let her become this wolvir’s bitch, she’ll be much happier.”

And with that, the incident was settled. The noblewoman decided to stay with the wolvir and divorce her soon to be ex-husband.

A new age of wolvir might and supremacy had risen, one where human women saw the benefits and fulfilment at being a wolvir’s bitch.