The royal mating ceremony

Word had spread like wildfire throughout Luna Peak, that their king was to take another mate, and a new queen for the kingdom, and this one was royalty. The buzz generated into the only subject that seemed to be talked about among the wolvir and Frens people.

I arranged for Isabelle to meet me, she was dressed in warm clothing, covering her curvy figure. I was disappointed at this, but knew I would see her naked on the coming full moon.

“My king.” She curtseyed, showing submission and respect. “I am so happy that you have accepted the marriage proposal.” Her smile couldn’t be wider as she looked at me with the same adoring eyes.

“I look forward to you being my mate, and queen.” I told her. “But as is tradition within my culture. I must give you something before the ceremony.”

I went to a small box I had lying on the table, opening the lid I withdrew a black choker with a wolf head broach made of silver attached to it.

“This is for you, to prove that you will be my mate.” I showed her the choker.

Isabelle looked over it with excitement and gratitude.

“I love it, my king.” Her eyes teared up slightly. “Don’t worry, these are happy tears.”

“May I?” I offered to put it on her.

“Yes, please do, my king.” She turned around, facing away from me, and she pulled her hair over one shoulder to expose the back of her neck.

I closed the distance between us, I could smell the divine fragrances that she used on herself, she smelt exquisite. My cock began to strain against my pants, aching for release.

I threaded a hand through to reach at the front of her neck, she gasped in what I swore to be a small moan. I fastened the choker around her neck, it was a good fit.

Isabelle twirled to face me again, the silver of the wolf head broach glistened in the light of the room. She looked down at it, and her slender fingers lightly ran across it. She looked up at me and smiled a beaming smile at me.

* * *

There was to be a large festival in honour of taking a new mate, and this was to be a royal mating ceremony, as now that I was king, it followed the prestige with it.

Many talk composed of the woman I was to marry being the beautiful daughter of the king from the Frens. And almost everyone universally agreed that it was a good match.

Elle, even though she had accepted that I was to marry Isabelle, was still a little cold towards me. That was nothing my cock couldn’t fix, as she soon succumbed to me thrusting my length inside her.

“Yes, Fen!” Elle squealed out, as she was on all fours and naked. I pounded my shaft into her eager pussy, loud clapping noises filled the room when my hips collided with her ass.

I couldn’t help but imagine what Isabelle would look like in this position, with me thrusting my huge wolvir cock into her. I would know that feeling soon.

The night of the mating ceremony had arrived, I was prepared with a bath, cleaning me completely. I was then adorned with the traditional markings made of lambs blood on my fur. I chose not to wear the loin cloth this time, opting to be fully naked.

Once I was prepared I went to great fire in the centre of Luna Peak, and I saw what looked like the entire population of wolvir and new human residents had attended this royal mating ceremony. I saw Elle dressed in a regal dress, she looked beautiful but concerned. She had been willing to share me before, perhaps with some ****, the difference here now though was that I was gaining another mate and queen. For now, I let those thoughts wash away, I could deal with this another time.

The full moon in the sky shone like a marvellous idol in the sky, the moons rays beaming down on this procession. Rhythmic drumming echoed throughout Luna Peak, signalling the excitement to happen. The great fire roared even brighter than I had seen it, perhaps it was the anticipation of what was to come.

That was when I saw Isabelle. She was led by the hallowed, and directed towards me. She approached me in a furred cloak that swaddled her body, only her face could be seen. And she looked beautiful, wearing a light application of makeup that ascentuated her beauty. She bowed her head low in respect.

The shaman called out from the side of us.

“We are gathered here tonight to witness the mating of our king and his new queen. May they perform this ceremony, in front of the great fire, and be blessed by the gods!”

A choir of chanting rang out in the crowd, all eyes were on us, Isabelle was smiling at me. She then briefly looked down at herself, then grabbed the cloak and unveiled herself for me.

She was stunning! Her body was perfect, I could find no fault nor could I think of anything that needed improving, at least with this frontal view. Her breast were large, bigger than Elle’s and had an enticing round and full shape to them, her nipples were pink and erect, either from the cold, or something else…

She bestowed an hourglass figure, with thick thighs and wide hips that would be ideal to carry my pups. And between her legs was a thick bush, but also neatly trimmed black pubic hair. I could also see her chubby labia lips that glistened with arousal, she wanted this.

She was completely naked, except for the wolf head choker I had given her, to cement our coming union. The silver glinted from the glowing light emirates from the great fire.

Just from the sight of her made it so I couldn’t control myself. My erection engorged out of my sheath, growing to its massive size, it pulsed with need, the red colour of it glimmered due to its slickness from the flames of the great fire. My swollen knot was ready to be lodged inside her, to stretch her open like she had never been before.

Isabelle was transfixed on my cock, her eyes wide and taking in every detail of it’s shape and size. I saw her struggle to catch her breath, as if the sight of my shaft caused her to become breathless.

After we ceased our gazing of each other, we strode towards each other to meet. The first thing Isabelle did was reach up to kiss me, and I reciprocated. After our lips parted, she stared adoringly into my eyes.

“I’ve waited so long to do that.” She whispered.

Isabelle ran her hands over my defined muscles, feeling every ridge and the results of the hard work I put into them. She almost swooned as she caressed my body, fingers coursing through my fur. From here I could smell her arousal, it was strong and heady, it was a scent I could smell forever.

“You’re so masculine, my king. I find your body very attractive.” She whispered. “I’m ready.”

She looked me in the eyes as she descended onto her knees, and was then facing my dick. She looked it over again, giving another breathless gasp at being so close to it.

“It’s wonderful, my king. Your cock is truly a marvel, worthy of a mighty king like yourself.” She praised,

It bounced and pulsed, demanding to be touched by her. With a slow and tentative touch, she lightly gripped it in her small and soft hand. I groaned in a low tone at the gratifying sensation she was giving me. Even more when she started to stroke it, she bit her lip in wanton need as she stared at my shaft. With one last glance up at me, she opened her mouth to envelop my cock.

I groaned out a little louder, the warmth of Isabelle’s mouth was sending waves of pleasure through me. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, lapping at the slit at the end of my dick. She moaned softly around me, the vibration making my thighs tense. Her hands-one still wrapped around the base of my shaft, the other cupping my heavy balls-worked in tandem with her lips, stroking and sucking with eager devotion.

Her dark lashes fluttered as she took me deeper, her throat fluttering in a valiant effort to accommodate my girth. I had to admit, she knew what she was doing, I was surprised at how well she could perform a blowjob, considering she has had no sexual experience.

She pushed forward, and the feeling of her tight throat constricting around me was overwhelming, her eager whimpers vibrating against my phallus as she struggled to take more of me made me feel dominant. When she pulled back slightly, her tongue dragged along the underside of my throbbing shaft. A string of saliva dripped from her plump lips, connecting us together still.

“You taste divine, my king.” She gasped, her breath hot against me before diving back down, her fingers and hands tightening around my knot and balls, as if claiming them. The pressure built mercilessly, every flick of her tongue, every sinful suck bringing me closer to the edge.

My hips jerked forward instinctively as Isabelle’s lips tightened around me, her throat convulsing in resistance. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I watched her hollow out her cheeks, sucking harder as her free hand kneaded my balls with possessive urgency.

Slobber glistened on her chin as she pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the swollen head, her bright eyes flickering up to mine, half-lidded and drunk with submission.

The pressure coiled tight in my core, her worshipful mouth pushing me toward release. With a guttural snarl, my fingers tangled in Isabelle’s hair, holding her firmly as my hips stuttered forward. Her gasp was muffled around me when the first hot pulse spilled down her throat, her lashes fluttered wildly as she swallowed.

I pulled my length out of her throat, and ropes of thick jism painted her tongue, her lips, and face, some even getting in her hair. I grabbed the end of my penis and smeared the last streaks across her flushed cheeks. Her breath came in ragged pants, pearly streaks glistening on her skin as she gazed up at me through smudged lashes.

“Thank you, my king.” She whimpered. Her eyes still held the same adoration as before.

“You’re mine.” I growled. “I have marked you with my seed to show everyone who you belong to.”

“I belong to you, my king. And only you.”

“Turn around, bitch. Present to yourself to me.” I ordered her.

Without hesitation, she shuffled on her knees to be facing away from me, and then bent her body forward obediently onto all fours. I was amazed at what I saw. Isabelle had a huge ass, bigger than any of my other bitches.

I came up behind her, my cock was still hard and erect, her aroused scent filled my nostrils. I rubbed my slanted tip at her moist entrance, and she moaned in anticipation.

I grabbed her by her wide and shapely hips and pushed forward, but was met with resistance. Her hymen. She was a virgin.

I pushed even harder, until I tore her hymen, causing her to scream in momentary pain. I kept going forward, until my entire nine inches was deep in her pussy, my knot resting at her opening.

“My king!” She managed to cry out. “You’re so big! I feel completely full with you inside me!”

I could feel her pussy leaking, and realised it was blood from when I broke her hymen. I have her some time to adjust to the monstrous size of my shaft, her panting was heavy as she did her best to accommodate me.

I could no longer contain my list for her, and began to move. I started slow, then sped up to a hood ruthenium of thrusting. Isabelle moaned from pleasure now, having conquered the pain, and now succumbing to the ecstasy I was giving her.

I looked down at her huge and fat ass, fuck! She was so sexy! I couldn’t deny that this was the best body I had claimed, and the best pussy I had even been inside of.

I gave her harder thrusts, my hips crashing into her and making her fat cheeks bounce in time. Her moans had elevated to new heights, her head bent low in submission.

“How does this big wolvir cock feel, bitch!” I growled.

“Incredible, my king!” She groaned. “It’s the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.”

I reached my hand down to grope one of her huge tits, feeling the pillowy softness of them. Isabelle groaned at being touched like this.

“Let everyone witness, my complete submission to you, my king!” She shouted. “My body belongs to you, you own me, my king!”

I kept fucking her like this for some time, and Isabelle had cum multiple times during this. I finally felt my second release approaching.

“Time for my seed, bitch!” I growled.

“Yes! My king!” She squealed. “Cum inside me! I want your pup!”

“Then you will have it, my bitch!”

We climaxed at the same time, Isabelle moaned loudly as I snarled as I spurted a torrent of wolvir sperm inside her wet cunt. I managed to lodge my knot into her, and made Isabelle scream from the swollen intruder stretching her wider than she had ever been before. My semen flooded her womb, and raced to impregnate her. I kept a firm hold onto her hips until my pleasure subsided, and all of my cum was dispensed in her.

This was only the beginning of a fun night ahead.