Ellanor’s birthday gift

It was the next day. My birthday. I am now nineteen years old, the day of my birth marks the beginning of winter.

I started the morning on the bed lying on my back. Fen had his snout burrowed between my legs giving me oral sex. His rough and wet tongue hungrily lapped at my pussy, he growled whilst licking up my juices. His expert tongue was touching me in all the right places, making my cunt burn with desire. I gripped roughly onto his furry ears as he continued eating me out, I started to grind my crotch into his face.

“Ah Fen! Right there. You’re gonna make me cum.” I told him, Fen kept the same pace. I came hard from his tongue. He climbed up to me, his muzzle damp from my juices. We kissed deeply and passionately.

“Happy birthday, Elle.”

He gave me a present, wrapped in red paper. I opened it to see a choker necklace. It had a wolf’s head broach. I had read that women would wear these to show that they had wolvir mates. It was the same gesture as an engagement ring with humans. It showed to anyone trying to woo them that they took wolvir cock and loved it. I stared at Fen in admiration.

“Does this mean what I think it does?”

“It does. It’s the same as me proposing marriage in your culture.” He said to me. “Do you accept it?”

“Of course Fen. I love you, and nothing would make me happier than to be your mate.”

I hurriedly fastened the choker around my neck, the wolf head at the front for anyone to easily see it. To make our union official, we needed to fuck in front of the great fire at Luna Peak. I couldn’t wait to get there. The time to get to Fen’s home would take a few months. I studied my gift in the mirror, I loved the way it signified I was Fen’s woman.

We went downstairs to the bar to celebrate our soon to be united in wolvir custom marriage. I would be his mate, which means I would have his pups. I got horny at the thought of it.

A human man noticed the choker I wore and insulted me. He called me a dog slut and I should burn for letting a wolvir inside me. And that he could correct me by fucking him. Fen heard this and grabbed the patron by the throat, lifting him in the air. The man was **** from Fen’s grasp. I marvelled at his strength and unwavering and instinctual response to defend my honour.

“Apologise to my bitch.” He demanded. All the man did was splutter as he shook his head. Fen squeezed tighter.

“I said, apologise.” He growled.

The man did his best to say sorry to me through his constricted windpipe. Fen dropped him as he coughed and cried. He looked pathetic. Fen was showing this pitiful person the superiority of wolvir over human men. How much stronger they are, how much loyal they are, how much better they fuck their women. All women should worship wolvir, I thought.

After the man left in terror, I dragged Fen into the storage room of the tavern. I bent over a barrel and lifted my skirt. He understood what I wanted. Closing the distance, he ripped off my lacy panties and rammed his fat wolf cock in me. He grabbed me by the hips and violently pounded me from behind.

“You deserve this pussy! You fucking own me!” I lauded him. “You’re a fucking god to me! I want everyone to know how much I love your fat wolf cock!”

Fen snarled in my ear, gripping my hips possessively. He dug his claws into my flesh and made me bleed a little. I didn’t care, I was going to be exclusively his, he could do whatever he wanted to me.

I decided there. When we get to Luna Peak, and mate in front of the great fire. I will stop taking my womb potion, and carry his pups.