Royal celebrations

After the mating ceremony was completed, Isabelle and I dressed ourselves. We were congratulated by multiple wolvir, their rough palms clapping against my shoulders as they murmured blessings to us. The scent of smoke and the heat of the great fire’s flames basked is in its glory. Isabelle’s fingers trembled slightly as she fastened the last clasp of her cloak, her cheeks still flushed from the ceremony. She gave me a dazzling smile, then fell into my body to kiss me passionately, which I returned.

The celebrations of our mating began, with wolvir and humans drinking and eating, and even fucking together. This was a much larger and grander celebration to the one from when Elle and I became mated.

I sat at the king’s table, Isabelle by my side as I drank ale and she wine.

“I must praise you for your skills with your mouth.” I told her. “How did you learn that?”

She leaned in close, her warm breath tickled my ear.

“I’ve been studying the art of fellatio, thanks to my maids. And I’ve also practiced with a replica wolvir penis, knot and all.”

“You’ve intrigued me. I am surprised and impressed that you would go to such lengths. How did you replicate it?” I asked of her.

“I ordered for an artisan to study and fashion a wolvir’s member. I’ve practiced with it, and still have it now. It has brought me sexual gratification at night, and I imagined it to be yours that was filling my most private parts.” She explained. “But I must say, my king, my replica pales in comparison to the real thing of your cock.”

“I had no idea a woman such as yourself would do this. I like it.” I told her.

She smiled wickedly at me. “I’ve been preparing for this for so long now. As I told you, I have admired and adored you from afar from the moment I heard of you.”

“Is that so?” I asked, a small grin etching on my lips.

“Indeed. I believe my purpose in life, my whole being of existence, the reason for my birth, was to be your mate and queen. I promise you, that I will be a loyal and submissive bitch for you. You will want for nothing, my king. I will fulfil every need of yours.”

I could feel myself getting hard again, my erection pushing against my breeches.

I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her in to kiss her. She accepted my rough handling of her, and her lips eagerly reciprocated, our tongues dancing and tasting each other.

Her hand reached down at my bulge, she gently rubbed at it for a few moments before fishing my cock out and began to stroke it, I growled in satisfaction.

“I can not wait for it to just be the two of us tonight.” She purred.

Isabelle kept up her actions on my dick, even when we both engaged in conversation with other wolvir who came to congratulate us.

“You’re a very naughty girl.” I growled in her ear.

“You’ll just have to punish me. Give me a hard fuck from behind, and spank my big fat arse.” She whispered. My cock twitched in her hand.

“I love it when you say that.”

“Arse?” She questioned. “Does my accent and choice of words turn you on?”

“Very much.” I said. “It makes me want to fuck you now.”

“Then take me to your chambers, my king. I yearn for you to be inside me again.”

We fumbled to hide my shaft back inside my pants, and I grabbed Isabelle by the hand to lead her to my quarters, leaving the community to their revelling.