A trickster god...

The young queen lay there, breathing heavily under the weight of her lust. Her heart raced like a wild stallion, her loins yearning for release. She had been dreaming of feeling the hard cock of her beloved husband deep inside her, filling her up completely. Something he had never truly been able to do, yet that didn't stop her from dreaming. They didn't even sleep in the same bed anymore, the old frail King slept in his own bed a few rooms away.

Isolde heard the soft creak of her bed chamber door opening, and firm swift foot steps approaching her bed. Her breath hitched in anticipation as she felt the cool air of the room brush against her heated skin. Then, suddenly, she felt warm hands cup her face gently, pulling her towards them. A low, familiar voice whispered sweet nothings into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"My love…" The voice continued, its tone heavy with desire. As the hands moved lower, caressing her neck and shoulders, she couldn't help but let out a small moan. Her nipples hardened instantly beneath her silken gown, as wrinkled old hands stripped her grown away.

Then, without warning, she felt something large and hard press against her entrance. "Oho Eadric… yes!" She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as realization dawned upon her. But before she could react further, the intruder thrust deeply into her, claiming her fully.

She cried out in pleasure and pain, her walls clenching around the invader as it stretched her wide open. Every inch of him filled her completely, making her feel both overwhelmed and ecstatic at once. She arched her back, pushing herself onto him, craving even more.

He pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. She gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control over her body. Her breasts bounced enticingly with each movement, her nipples standing proudly erect.

As the night wore on, the tempo increased, becoming faster, rougher more animal like in its nature. He grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he plunged deeper still. The air seemed to fill with a powerful feral musk, alone with the scent of wild flowers. Their bodies slapped together wetly, the sound echoing through the silent chamber. Along with their grunts and moans of pleasure, this wasn't mere love making… it was rough heat filled mating.

As unbeknownst to her or the sleeping King, the lustful trickster God Renard filled her womb with his seed dozens of times. Ensuring that the eggs inside of her were inseminated by his seed, her body already bulging from all the cum he had filled her with. Each time he came, he thrust in as deep as possible, allowing another flood of hot sticky liquid to spill inside of her.

Finally, exhausted and spent, Isolde collapsed beneath him, panting heavily. He remained buried within her, resting his full weight on top of her. His breath was ragged, his heart beating rapidly against her chest. For a moment, they simply laid there, lost in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

But then, as quickly as it began, reality flash before her eyes. As the image of her frail ancient husband vanished, as the furry grinning form of the smirking Fox god looked down at her. "There my dear... your prayers have been answered your belly is filled with my offspring." Panic flooded her mind as she realized what had just happened, she had been fooled by the wicked trickster god of the forest.

How could she have been so foolish? She looked up into the eyes of her ravisher, seeing nothing but dark amusement and animal lust reflected back at her. And with those lascivious eyes boring into hers, she knew that she would pay dearly for her folly.