Mating night with Isabelle

We went to my chambers, Isabelle was in front of me as she strutted, her big ass cheeks bounced with each step and shake of her hips. She knew I was watching her, as she looked over her shoulder to give me a naughty smile.

We reached the door and she fumbled with the handle, I took the hem of her cloak and threw it up to catch a glimpse of her luscious behind. She gasped at the unexpected action from myself, but seemed to enjoy it.

Once the door opened, I slapped her rear end to feel her, and to hurry her inside. When we entered, we immediately started kissing each other, our tongues wrestling for control.

I felt her body, even encased in her cloak, I could still feel the softness of her curves.

“I am so happy, Fen.” She whimpered, her eyes filled with lust. “This is a dream come true.”

“You’re so beautiful, I am glad I agreed to this mating.” I cupped her chin and lifted her head, our lips met again before I settled myself on the edge of the bed, and disrobed myself completely naked.

Isabelle began a strip tease for me, but there wasn’t much clothing to dispose of. She opened the cloak slowly so I could see her majestic and elegant body once more. Her huge tits with her erect nipples made my mouth water, her bush of pubic hair looked enticing as it framed her wet and tight pussy. She dropped the cloak and continued dancing, turning around so I could see her amazing ass. With each away of her hips, it made her cheeks jiggle, and when she made small bounces on the tips of her toes, her ass cheeks clapped together, with a crescendo of eroticism. My cock engorged out of its sheath as I could no longer hold off from my erection. It was large and red, my slanted tip oozed a small droplet of pre-cum.

“Get that fat ass over here.” I ordered.

She shimmed over to me, her eyes transfixed on my dick, and hungry look etched on her face.

“This is where I belong.” She said as she went down to my crotch. “On my knees, worshipping this tremendous wolvir cock.”

Isabelle then enveloped my length with her warm and wet mouth, bobbing up and down on it, making it slick with her saliva. I grabbed her by her dark and curly locks, and controlled the pace of how she took my shaft in her mouth. She audibly gagged as I pushed head down to deep-throat her, her eyes filled with tears as she let me guide her.

Her throat constricted around me as I held her head down, the heat of her mouth almost unbearable. A thick strand of saliva dripped from her lips as I finally allowed her to pull back, her breath ragged. She coughed once, eyes glistening, but her smirk never faded.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growled, tightening my grip in her hair. “Sucking my cock.”

“I do.” She said, her eyes staring at me with adoration.

She dragged her tongue along the underside of my cock, swirling around the slanted tip before taking me deep again. Her hands massaged my furry balls, and hollowing her cheeks to suck harder. I could feel the vibration of her muffled moans against my flesh.

I felt my balls tense and then I quickly released a load of my wolvir cum in her eager mouth. Isabelle groaned around my shaft as she swallowed all that I had to give her.

She dislodged herself from my phallus, taking a moment to catch her breath.

“You taste divine, my king.” Isabelle said then started kissing up my length, her plump lips making smacking sounds as she made contact.

We rose to standing and I brought her in close to passionately kiss her, the taste of saltiness on her tongue. I squeezed her massive globes, the softness of it made me growl.

“Do you like my arse, my king?” She asked almost innocently.

I nodded.

“Good. I made sure to work on my body to fit your preferences. Eating and working out so I could get a fat arse, and I was lucky with genetics of having large breasts. My mother is a curvy woman too. And I grew out my pubic hair for you.” She explained.

“You have the perfect body.” I said whilst giving her butt a spanking. “Everything is what I want in a woman.”

“And so do you.” Isabelle said. Her hands ran up my defined abdominals, her fingers tracing every hard ridge. Her hands then went up to massage my broad and muscular chest, she even felt up my biceps, cooing at every muscle she touched. “Your body is undeniably impressive, as though sculpted by the gods. I love your muscles, I feel so safe…and aroused by them.” Her eyes flickered up at me, craving more of me.

I decided to return the favour and threw her onto the bed, her curves jiggling in the process.

I stalked up to her on the bed, prying her thick thighs to open wide. The strong scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, enticing me further. I stared at her perfect pussy, the plump lips quivering and opening slightly for an invitation. Her neatly trimmed black bush above it looked soft as it drew attention to her crotch.

“Fen.” She whimpered. I saw her looking at me through her spread legs, her body squirming with need and a **** plea on her face,

“I’m gonna eat this cunt.” I told her. All she could do was suck in quick sharp breaths.

I buried my snout between her legs, extending my tongue to lap at her already moist labia lips. Her bush of pubic hair tickled my nose as I paid attention to her vulva, eating her out with expert precision. Isabelle’s hand gripped at the fur on my head as she moaned loudly from her first oral performed on her.

“Oh! By the gods, Fen! It feels so good!” She elated. “If this is what life will be like with you. Then I am the luckiest woman in the world!”

Her thighs trembled as my tongue worked deeper, tracing slow circles around her swollen clit before flicking it mercilessly. Isabelle arched off the bed, her back forming a perfect curve as she cried out, her fingers gripping my fur. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet, musky, and dripping with need.

Her hips bucked against my snout as I devoured her, my tongue plunging deeper before curling upward to tease the tight, fluttering entrance of her cunt. A gush of her slick arousal coated my chin as she let out a keening whimper, her thighs clamping around my ears.

“Fen! Don’t stop—ah!—I’m so close!” She begged, her voice breaking as my tongue flicked faster over her clit, relentlessly.

I growled against her, the vibration sending a visible shudder through her body. She kept her back arched off the bed, her hands fisting my fur as her moans pitched higher.

Her body tensed, and her thighs clamped around my head. She pushed her groin into my snout, as if trying to have her pussy consumed even more by me. Mu tongue worked mercilessly against her swollen clit, and a strangled cry tore from her throat as her hips jerked off the bed, her slick heat pulsing against my mouth. She climaxed.

Loud screams of pleasure reverberated inside my chambers, no doubtably alerting anyone outside of what was happening to Isabelle.

“Fen! You’re amazing!” She squealed.

After she came down from her orgasm, she tried her best to recover. I lifted my dripping furred maw, her eyes still filled with adoration. I leaned forward so we could kiss, swapping the taste of her onto her tongue, as my shaft rubbed against her sensitive vagina.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that.” She sobbed with satisfaction.

“That’s how a wolvir takes care of his bitch.” I told her.

“I’m glad.” She sighed. “Fuck me, my king.”

She took hold of my length, I teased her slick labia lips with my slanted tip before pushing forward and filling her completely. She whimpered out at being stuffed with nine inches of thick wolvir meat.

“Yes!”

I pumped my shaft into her, without missing a beat with my metronome like thrusts. As I hunched over her, she grabbed me by the neck and looked at me lovingly.

“I love you, Fen.” She whispered. “I have for so long, I know this is destiny, my fate to be your mate. Please tell me you love me too.”

I do! I love this pussy, these tits and that ass!

“I love you too, Isabelle.” I told her. Her eyes shone brighter, and her mouth turned to a gleaming smile.

I picked up my pace, fucking her harder, watching her huge tits bounce hypnotically in time with my brutal thrusts. A light sheen of moisture had perspired onto her, making her look so erotic, and it made me want to fuck her even harder.

“Oh my!” She yelled. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”

Her wet and tight pussy made squelching sounds as I pounded my phallus into her, and I felt that all too familiar constriction of her vagina walls around me, she was about to cum again.

“I’m cumming, Fen!”

I felt her body convulse again as she experienced another orgasm of the night. I pulled my length out of her, Isabelle’s pussy was refusing to give me up. With a forceful yank and loud groan, I was free of her.

“Turn around.” I ordered. “Show me that ass.”

She shifted herself from her back onto all fours, presenting her huge fat ass to me. She gave it a wiggle and I gave it a playful spank, the loud smack on her chubby cheeks echoed out and around my chambers. This was almost perfect, but not quite. I told her to remain on all fours, but to face the fire.

“As the gods intended.” I said.

“Let them consecrate our rutting, my king. They must witness us.” Said Isabelle. It seemed my new queen had a vast and impressive knowledge of wolvir culture, religion and traditions, this pleased me.

My hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into the soft and supple flesh as I pulled her back against me. The head of my cock dragged through her slick folds, teasing her entrance before pushing in with one rough thrust. Isabelle gasped, her back arching as she took every inch, her inner walls fluttering around me.

I didn’t give her time to adjust, I set a punishing pace from the start, each snap of my hips making her ass ripple, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the chamber. Her moans grew louder, broken by sharp gasps as I angled deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside her.

“Whose pussy is this!” I growled.

“Yours my king!” She screamed. “Only yours.”

Her hair flew wildly around as I kept up with sinking my length into her, again and again.

I felt so powerful right now, at being allied with a great and prestigious kingdom, and having a beautiful and submissive bitch, with a perfect body as my new queen.

“Fen! Please, don’t stop!” She whimpered in a broken voice, her head bent low. I grabbed her locks and yanked, making her arch her back, and push her hips back to meet mine.

I obliged, driving into her with enough **** to make her tits sway violently, her nipples stiff and flushed. The wet slap of our joining grew louder, her pussy sucking me in greedily each time I bottomed out inside her.

“Look at the fire, Isabelle.” I commanded her, she gazed into the hearth, where the flames danced. “The gods are watching us, Lupe is watching us.”

I could feel her tightening around me, her walls fluttering in rhythmic pulses as I drove into her with relentless, possessive strokes.

Isabelle’s breath hitched as the flames twisted into a lupine silhouette, along with that of a curvy human woman.

“I see them.” She said in a whispered moan. “I see Lupe, and a woman, it’s Artella. Lupe mounts his bitch, just as you mount me, my king! His cock…! He makes her…! Oh gods!” She screams.

In the flames, Lupe’s molten eyes burn blue, his ember-wreathed cock thrusting rhythmically alongside mine in some divine, mirrored frenzy. Artella is writhing in pleasure at being filled by her master’s wolf cock.

Breed her!

Isabelle’s cunt clenched like a vice, her inner walls squeezing as if trying to milk me, to pull my seed as deep as the gods demanded. I give her one final thrust, a loud wet pop fills our ears as I lodge my knot inside her, locking us together. She climaxes, her face buried into the furs on the bed, her feet elevate and her toes curls, and her body vibrates.

I snarl as I release a heavy load of my cum, my body shakes as I feel ecstasy wash over me, and my seed floods her womb.

“Yes!” She manages to croak out.

Our bodies are sock with sweat from this passionate and intense rutting. Isabelle’s hair is a mess, her eyes are glazed with wanton satisfaction.

I stare into the flames once more, and I see the approval of the gods, with my knot deep in my new queen, my new bitch.