The new queen and dress

I couldn’t believe my luck, I was queen to Fen, the mighty and ruggedly handsome wolvir king. I was in absolute bliss, and I couldn’t be happier. I would make sure to be the perfect mate to him, and a fitting queen as he rules with me at my side. The only obstacle I could see now, was gaining favour with the other queen, Ellanor.

But first, I needed to get dressed. I called in the maids, some were female wolvir and one was a human woman. I instructed them to aid me to get dressed, and they helped me into a dress that showed my cleavage.

I looked myself in the mirror, somewhat unsatisfied with my state of attire. It was missing something.

“I need alterations made to this dress.” I said to one of the maids

“How so, my queen?”

“The king enjoys looking at my body, I want to give him a view that will leave him desiring me the moment he sees me.” I tell them.

A seamstress is sent to the chambers, with her kit in hand, ready for what I wanted to be altered.

“How can I help, my queen?” She asks whilst bowing low to me.

“This dress. In fact, all of my dress and clothes will need altering. I am apart of the wolvir culture, and I need to make sure my mate is happy and satisfied, that is my duty.” I explain. “I need to ensure that when my mate and king sees me, he will be ready to have sex with me, just by how I look. And then my duty, as a good bitch will to sexually satisfy him. So with that, I need my clothes to look more…appealing for a wolvir.”

The seamstress takes a moment to take in what I said, and I relay more information on how I want my clothes to look.

“They must show plenty of skin, and accentuate my assets, and have them teasingly on display for the eye of my king.”

After going through the design ideas, the seamstress got to work. I stood on a small stool acting as her mannequin, as she worked over the fabrics to fit my physique.

It took around an hour to complete, and as I wore it, I went to the mirror once again to look myself over.

The intricate design was exquisite, the silk fabric used felt soft and smooth on my skin. It was an egg-shell white colour, that hugged my figure tightly, emphasising my large curves. The hem of the dress flowed to my ankles, and the materials cut off to make it showed plenty of skin. My wide hips were bare and some of my thick thighs were on show, and the strings of fabric covered my hip bones and navel. There were thin golden rope fastenings weaves into the dress so it wouldn’t fall down. My huge breasts were just covered by the fabric, and fastened up and around the back of my neck. If I ran or jumped too much, my tits would fall out of the dress. Ruffled cuffs that would normally fit around the wrists were now around my delicate arms, and had been seemed into the dress.

I fingered my choker wrapped around my neck, the silver wolf head pendant glistened from the fire’s glow in the chambers. It was a declaration of Fen’s love for me, and to show everyone that I belonged to him. I was his mate, his bitch, his property to do with as he chose fit. And would make sure to satisfy him, as was expected of me, and would give him many pups, and tend to his needs whenever he wished. I rubbed at my stomachs, imagining it swollen with a pup inside, and my heart fluttered at the thought. I would make sure that we were to continue having sex until I was given the news that I was pregnant.

“You have incredible curves, my queen. Perfect for bearing wolvir pups.” The seamstress flattered me.

“Thank you. I intend to give my king many pups.” I told her.

I turned in the mirror, pulling my long raven hair over my front, and looked over my shoulder to see my reflection. And I was pleased with what I saw. My back was naked, the curvature of my spine was on display, and for the pièce de résistance. The woven material was hugging my huge arse, but to tease my king I instructed that the ‘cleft’, or crack of my arse was to be shown. I forgo to wear any underwear, as this would ruin the look that I had going for the dress. All in all, it was perfect.

“Amazing work seamstress.” I praised the woman.

“Thank you, my queen.” She bowed deeply.

I hopped off the stool and made my way to the throne room, where my mate and king was. I knew in my heart that he would appreciate the new dress.