Add Keyphrase: Perfect-Mate-Viewer's Wedding Collar / Exit: A Beast Queen's 'Wedding' The Beast-Queen's Wedding

[AN: Openart did not want to do any notable changes to Arma, and so I swapped to Novelai for the exit image.]

Just to cap things off and give myself a bit more leeway I decide to finish what I've started and add one last phrase. Cover my bases, add a bit of spice, and the phrase 'perfect-mate-(james') wedding collar' is written into being.

Arma's armor gains a little bit more thin leather to form a corset that stops completely short of her breasts and merely wraps around her mid-section, while the leopard-pattern shoulder-rings of her detached sleeves gain some golden bands and a red ruby sets itself into her tiara. Her blush intensifies, and a thin black thong stretches itself to the breaking point into the crack of her ass with a small hole cut into it to allow her tail through. Her happy smile gains a bit of edge, excitement, and... desire as her hands slide back up to her hips and her tail lengthens before drooping to accentuate her posterior.

I don't see any sign of her collar, but she's bent so far forward that I can barely see beneath her hair. It is, after all, a 'thick and wild mane.'

Exit Begins here.

Arma's butt wobbles in front of my face and I'm left staring at her. I blink and then blink again. I can't believe it's real, even with the app open and recording in my face. That's a butt. And there. That's her pussy, and I'm staring at both. I try to speak but only manage to croak.

"Hello, master~ James," Arma purrs, golden eyes narrow with mischief as she wiggles her ass. "Are you not pleased? Do I not arouse you? If you would like to inspect my pussy, I'd happily spread it for you."

I'm stunned. She's not angry, not at all. Instead she's... well, she's acting like we're married. Like we're lovers, or at the least that we've been together long enough to be casually intimate with one another. I did specify the collar was from her 'perfect mate' - myself - and that it's a wedding collar so that... does track.

Arma bends at her hip, sticking her butt out and resting a hand on the windowsill. She glances over at me and raises an eyebrow. "Do you need help removing your clothing, James? Does my poor~ gentle~ mate~ need his big~" she breathes huskily, tail flicking, "strong~ queen to undress him?" Her voice returns to a more casual, if sultry, tone as she continues to speak. "You're not usually this shy, you know. It's strange. I hope nothing's happened to you."

"Are you... certain this is what you want, Arma?" I ask, carefully.

Arma snorts, her nose crinkling up cutely as she laughs. "What a foolish question to ask. Do you think I'd be in such a compromising position if it wasn't?" Her tail swishes and her ass wobbles in the light of the fire. "I can see your arousal and hear your desire. You should know that by now. Do you think me a little kitten, so **** for cock she would bend for the first man she sees?" Her tail whips me in the face. It doesn't hurt, but there's enough momentum to lightly turn my head regardless as the woman chastens me, "I let you collar me already, James, so come on. Fuck me!" She commands imperiously, tail lifting as she wiggles her thong-clad ass. "Remove my leathers and take me like the man I know you are!"

I'm surprised at how forceful and vulgar she is. It's almost intimidating to me, especially since I'm new to this. I'd be more nervous, but... I'm so damn hard I can feel it in my chest. I take a deep breath. I can't help but wonder if she'd normally be this vulgar. With her lover, that is. The original Princess Arma certainly didn't seem the sort, but she wasn't a beastwoman then either. And we weren't in bed.

"I'm waiting, James," Arma insists, tickling my nose with her tail. "Is there some ailment i must tear from your body? A foe I must slay who has made you timid and slothful? You are free to take me, 'Master.' This ass is yours, this cunt is yours. This heart is yours." She purrs, her ears flattening and her eyes narrowing as her blush deepens, "Kindness is a virtue of the strong... and I know you can be strong for me, 'Master.' Do it. Finish inside. Wed me!"

I'm taken aback. There's no other way to describe it. I can tell she means it, but more than that she wants me to take the lead. She wants me to make her submit. It's clear that this isn't just about my pleasure or her pleasure. It's about her desire for me to claim her. To possess her, even, if she can be 'possessed' by anyone. And the wording implies... she doesn't consider us married until I take her?

I can do it, but it's... more than a little daunting.

Still. I came all this way. I might as well go all in, huh? What's the worst that can happen?

"I..." My throat closes and I clear it, swallowing nervously, "Alright." My hand trembles a little as I reach forward. Arma's expression grows sultry, but there's a flash of relief and satisfaction to it. "Is there a specific... technique you want me to use?" I ask as I unfasten my pants.

"Hmph." Arma snorts wryly, "do your worst. I ask only you make me yours, 'Master.' A daunting task for a human, I know," she flexes, causing muscles to firm and swell beneath her otherwise soft-seeming ass for just a moment, "...but one the man I have chosen can certainly fulfill, if only with the help of his big, human brain."

She sounds so smug and condescending. Is this how the original Princess Arma spoke to the men of the Armelia? If it is, then no wonder she was unmarried... but based off the small interaction we had, I really doubt it.

"I don't suppose I can have any hints?" I ask.

"I am sure you are capable of figuring out how to breed your own mate. You are quite smart, are you not?" Arma asks, "And I've already exposed myself to you. If you need any more help than that, I must be a terrible Queen for choosing so feeble-minded a mate."

"Feebleminded!" I laugh at the thought, and at the insult. If this is how the Leopard-Folk court one another then it's a wonder they can ever make their marriages work. "Fine then. You asked for it. I'm going to do whatever I want whether you enjoy it or not."

Arma smirks and rolls her eyes, but the way her cheeks glow and her eyes soften makes her satisfaction and approval obvious.

"Alright, first of all," I say as I push my pants down around my ankles and then step out of them. With either hand, I reach forward and grab her ass. It feels soft and plump, almost doughy, but I know that beneath it is the body of an Amazonian warrior, so my grip quickly grows firmer as I massage the flesh and knead it with the heels of my hands. I can't believe it. It feels... real.

"Oh-ho," she breaths softly, "you can be forward!" The 'Beast Queen' approves, purring once more as her own hands slide about her hips to grasp mine and drive them harder into her ass. Her tone is both playful and condescending as she encourages me and uses my own hands to grope herself, "How bold! Are you trying to impress me?"

"Well," I say, smirking, "it seems to be working. How many hands does it take to please the Beast-Queen of the Forest, then?" ...of the forest? Of course, there's a verdant alpine forest all around us.

Arma's purring becomes louder. I'm a bit amazed at the sound. She doesn't have the anatomy of an actual cat, but she is still half-leopard... so maybe it's possible for her. "I could teach you. I expect you to keep up," her tail flicks, slapping my chest, "so don't disappoint me, 'Master.' And I like that tone. Keep it up. You sound more confident."

I squeeze her cheeks, enjoying how they stretch in my hands as I pull and push on her ass, "Oh? You like it when I'm cocky, huh?"

"Perhaps." She answers coyly, her voice teasing as I slide one hand between her thighs and begin rubbing at the crotch of her thong, feeling the heat and wetness through it, "but do you think you have any right to act like that when your cock hasn't even entered me? What a mouthy, little man. Go on then: show me how 'cocky' you can be, 'Master.'"

The fact that this woman - who when I first met her eight years ago (years?) is talking so vulgarly and so crudely when she was so sweet and innocent earlier is... intensely arousing. I did this. I'm getting harder by the second, my hands - beneath her own - sliding back and squeezing the meat of her ass cheeks, kneading them and pulling them apart to get a good look at her hole. Her thong's in the way though.

"You want cocky? Then take this!" I growl, pressing myself against her backside, grinding myself into the groove of her butt, using her own body to stimulate myself through the fabric. My hands, still guided by her own, grasp at her breasts as she guides them over the leather. "Fuck. That feels good..." I can't help but breathe.

"Mn," Arma moans, her voice a low rumble in the back of her throat as her ears flick back and forth, her eyes closed as she pushes her hips back. The soft globes of her butt press back and into me, making my grinding motions that much easier to accomplish, "So impatient... You really can't wait to be inside, can you? That's my 'Master,'" She says the last part with an almost reverent tone of voice, "always so eager. But... surely you won't be satisfied with this much?"

"Nngh," I moan. It feels great but it's just not enough. She's right, and she's clearly trying to get me to act. To push things further, "No, you're right. I won't be. But... damn, this is nice." My hands sink into her flesh, squeezing her ass-cheeks as she purrs, "You have a gorgeous set of buns, Arma."

"Then... why not taste them, 'Master?' I know how to make a man act." Her voice grows deeper, more sensual and husky as her ass presses into my hands. My crotch. "Show me how much you want my pussy." She commands. "If you won't act like a man and take me, perhaps you need to be led like a beast, 'Master.' Go ahead and sniff my tail. You want to sniff me, don't you, you naughty pervert? Lick me. Eat my ass, or plow my pussy. Either way, I'm yours." Arma's voice is both condescending and... almost loving. Like she's coaxing me into being her partner.

And I want to. I really do, and she knows it.

"You...!" My cheeks flush red with shame and excitement. She's really pushing for it now. "Alright, alright, you win!" I insist, my cheeks burning hot, "But you asked for it! I'm not going to be gentle!"

"Hmph. I don't need gentle." She retorts. "Give me rough. Give me wild. I'm not some little princess who needs a hero. I'm the hero. Give me the villain I need. You can do that, can't you?" Her words are both challenging and enticing. She's playing to my ego and I love it. "I want it hard. I need it rough. 'Master,' make me your wife. Your pet. Yours."

"Alright! Fine! Then...!" I grab her thong and pull it aside, the material stretching until the strap holding it around her waist breaks as my hands grip her ass tightly and pull the cheeks apart. "You asked for it! You want me to be the bad guy, Arma? Fine! Then get ready to have your brains fucked out!"

With those words, I pull her knees to either side, expanding her hole as I dive in, her tail whipping away as I shove my erection into her pussy from behind.

She gasps and her back arches. Her ears flick back as her hands reach down to support herself against the wooden table, her claws digging in. She's panting, her face flushed and her body trembling, "Nnn~ Yes! Yes, 'Master!'" She moans. Her voice is thick and her tongue lolls from the side of her mouth as her hips buck backward, "Yes, more! You can do more, better, faster...!"

I thrust again and she cries out in ecstasy. I feel her body shudder beneath me, her walls squeezing and pulling, urging me on as she pushes herself back to meet each thrust. It's a contest of wills as I feel less like I'm taking a woman from behind and more like I'm riding an electric bull while my manhood is caught in a tenuous position. I know this is exactly how she wants it, though, so I'm not about to slow down.

I reach out as I go in again and grab her naked breasts from behind, using the fatty and sensitive things to pull her closer to me. "Fuck!" I hiss, as I drive into her harder and harder. She's tight and wet, her walls clamping down around my shaft as if she was trying to suck the soul from my body. Her thighs are strong, her ass is soft and round but this close, this intimate... I can feel the muscles working beneath the plump flesh.

"Aaahn! Y-yes...! Take them...!" She moans, her tail flicking back and forth as her body rocks back and forth with each thrust. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated. "Fuck! Nnh! Yessss...!!" Her voice is husky, her breath heavy as I pound her harder. Her nipples grow hard within my grip as I continue hefting her up and down from the windowsil.

"I'm not sure..." I gasp as I continue thrusting into her. "I can last... as long... as you... can!"

"Don't you dare stop... 'Master.'" Arma pants, her voice low and husky as she grinds her hips back against my own, the table rocking back and forth beneath her. Her ass jiggles, rippling each time I slam into it.

"I won't!" I growl, pulling her up by her breasts, making her back arch as my cock throbs and swells within her pussy. "But I can't keep this up forever!"

"Aaaah...!" Arma moans. Her tail wraps around my thigh and squeezes as I drive myself up into her, driving my shaft in deep.

"Do you want... my babies...?" I gasp. It's a crude question but it seems to fit. She's not exactly a normal person.

"Nnnh!" Arma groans. She doesn't answer me with words. Instead, she grinds herself against my hips as her insides tighten around my cock and squeeze it. It feels like her entire lower half is milking my dick for all its worth, as her hips rock and her ass bounces.

"Say it!" I 'threaten,' "or I'll... I'll stop. Pull out!"

"Do it... 'Master,' make me pregnant." Arma hisses as I slam my cock home, driving myself in to the hilt. "Breed me...! Fill my womb. Knock me up...!" She purrs, "I'll have your cubs. Your... children...!"

That's the answer I was hoping for.

"Guh...!" I moan. "You want... my seed? Inside you?"

"Yes! Give me it, 'Master.' Give me your cum! Put your babies in me! I'll have them...! Make me a mommy. Make me... your wife!"

It's a powerful image. It's overwhelming. I don't know how she's able to speak so eloquently in this state but her voice alone is driving me crazy. I feel my balls clench and my cock swell. The first bursts of semen have long started to escape my control, but not all of it. "Then... drop... the act... and beg!"

"Wh-What?" She moans, "Nnnh...! 'Master!' Yes...! Yesss~!!"

"Not good enough," I hiss. "You want it...? You beg for it!"

"Please!" She begs. "Please, fill me. I want to have your children!"

"Desperately!" I insist.

"Yes! Yes, please!" Her tail flaps up and down, slapping against her back as it writhes, "Please... 'Master'! Give it all...! To me! Make me your mate, make me your wife! Fill me with your seed and give me children...! Please!"

I feel my cock pulse as a fresh stream of semen rushes out of my balls and into her depths, flooding her womb with sperm. I can't help myself. "Goddamn it, Arma!" I growl, pulling her close and driving myself as deeply into her as possible. Her pussy squeezes me tightly as I continue to pump her full.

I feel like my balls are about to burst when she suddenly squeezes down on me again, and I cry out in ecstasy as another load is ripped from my body. My knees go weak, but I hold myself up with sheer determination as I feel Arma's insides clench down around me.

I'm exhausted. I can't keep going. My cock is throbbing and pulsing inside her as my hips slow down.

Arma, meanwhile, is panting and moaning, her eyes wide as her body trembles beneath me. I can see her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she breathes hard. Her tail twitches erratically. Her hands are gripping tightly to the windowsil in front of her as she gasps for air, her tongue lolling from the corner of her mouth. I can't help but notice that she looks quite beautiful when she's in ecstasy like this.

"Fuck." I gasp.

"You did." Arma agrees, "Very well." Her voice is breathy, but also still very smug.

"Did we..." I'm not sure how to say this. Did we really...? Did we... breed? "...can you actually... my kids?"

Arma snorts and laughs. It's a bit rude but she seems like the sort who'd do that anyway. "I could, 'Master.'" Her tail flicks my chest, "If we were on a proper cycle."

"So we...?"

Her tail flicks again the opposite way. "...What do you think, 'Master?'" She asks coyly, already having caught her breath. "Am I in heat? Am I puddy in your hands? Do I really, really, really need your... cock?"

"Y-yeah." I agree.

Her tail flicks. "...and why's that?" Her tone turns teasing, and she shifts a little so she's resting her arms on the window ledge. I'm still buried to the hilt within her, but I can't move anymore.

"I'm your mate." I manage. My voice is breathy, my heart pounding. "And you chose... today... to... make it 'official.'"

Her eyes open, the gold slivers narrowing as she smirks at me over her shoulder, "Oh? And how did I choose that, 'Master?'" Her tone is mocking, but also playful, as she rolls her hips against mine, grinding her pelvis against my own, "...when it's you who's the brains of this relationship?"

"Ah..." The audacity. After that entire performance earlier, demanding me to man up and take her... "Fuck. You. For being... a little brat, that's how!"

She raises an eyebrow. Her tail flicks again. "Oh?" Her ears flick back and forth, "Do you want to try, 'Master?'" She asks, "I could use another go now that we're married." Her eyes gleam as her lips curve up, and she winks. She then rolls her hips again, grinding against me in such a way that I feel like I'm going to lose control.

I'm still inside of her. She's still wet and hot, but she's not squeezing down on me. It feels... good, and I want to go on forever, but my body is still exhausted from the previous orgasm. I can't cum again... but I've caught my breath now. Mostly. So I can do... other things.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself and my breathing. I look her right in the eyes as I lean down and grab her ass again. My fingers dig in and I squeeze hard. "Yes. Yes, I do want to fuck you, Arma. You asked for it, and I'm going to give it to you. Hard. Rough. Soft. Gentle. However I like."

She snorts and then rolls her hips again. "Ooh, 'Master...' I don't know that I believe that." Her tail flicks again. "What makes you think you can handle me, when I could take you in one hand? When you couldn't even take my thong off without encouragement?"

I squeeze harder, pulling her hips closer to me, and making her gasp. "You like this?" I ask. I don't know where this sudden burst of confidence is coming from but... I don't really care. "You like it when I squeeze your ass? You like it when I touch it?" I squeeze again, this time on the underside, and I hear her breath catch. "Or when I..." I shift, my cock still inside her. I move my hands up and around her thighs, and then my fingers dig into the flesh of her hips and I squeeze again, "...hold you here?" Her tail flicks.

"Hah... hah..." Her breathing comes in shorter bursts, "Hah...! Yes, yes... that's what... I want. That's... good. Do that again."

I smile, and I do it again.

"Ahh~" Her tail whips back and forth as she moans and grinds against my hips. "Nnnh... Yes... more. Do that more. Harder. Faster. Make me scream. Fuck me." She demands. "Make me... yours."

"You are mine." I insist. "There's the proof you wanted."

Her hands grip the window sill tightly. She's leaning over the table, her body pressed against it, and I can feel her breasts pushing into my palms as she leans against my hands.

"Yeah." She agrees, her tone softer. Her tail swishes again. "Nnh... I'm yours, 'Master.'" Her tone turns mischevious once more as she glances back at me, "Clever man."

I pull out, last dregs of my semen spurting away as I do. "Then, since you're mine..." I breath in, then out. "...my groin hurts. It's your turn, Arma. Make it feel... better."

Her tail flicks again, her ears perking. She turns, pulling herself out from between me and the windowsil and shifting on her knees so that she's facing me. She smiles, and it's a gentle smile, but there's still something predatory in those golden eyes of hers, like she might just eat me alive. Her tongue flicks out as she looks at my cock, which is still half-hard.

"Alright," she says. She moves closer to me and kneels, then wraps her hand around my dick. She doesn't seem intimidated at all, despite being on her knees in front of me. "I'll make you feel better. You deserve it for being such a brave man." She purrs, "Now let me taste your blood." Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips and I flinch. "Hahaha, I'm kidding."

I relax, relieved. Her fingers are soft and warm. She gives my cock a few strokes before bringing her mouth closer to it, and I feel my heartbeat speeding up as she leans forward and kisses the head. Her lips part slightly, and I feel the heat of her breath against my shaft. Her tongue flicks out again and licks the head of my cock, making it twitch. Her tongue is... rough. Like a cat's. 'Something' pours into me with her every breath, and I feel my ache subside.

"Mn... you taste good." She breathes. Her nose twitches and her ears flick as she looks up at me with those golden eyes, "You taste good... 'Master.'" Her tongue flicks out again as her hand squeezes and strokes, "I could eat you right here, but... you wanted me to suck it, right?" Her expression grows sultry. "Are you sure about that~?" Punctuating her statement, she licks me again, and I near-instinctively recoil. "Hahaha." She giggles again, her voice resonating with more **** than her frame would suggest. "Don't worry Master, I can be gentle for you, if you can be strong for me~"

I don't know what to say to that, and she's already gotten to work, so I simply stand there as she works her magic. She licks my cock again, and I can feel her tongue brushing along its length. Her tongue is rough and her breath hot against my skin, but it doesn't hurt - quite the opposite actually. I can feel myself hardening under her attentions, and it doesn't take long before I'm completely erect.

"Ahaha," Arma chuckles as she leans back a bit, "there's my big boy." Her tail flicks against my thigh, "It's nice to finally see him... 'Master.'" She smirks as she says this, and her eyes gleam playfully.

"Fuck you," I groan.

She licks the tip of my dick and then pulls away from me, her lips closing around it for just a moment before she pulls off with a pop, "Yes," She says, smirking. She stands up and her breasts jiggle as she does so, and then she struts over to the bed. "You're getting bolder, I like it. But first... you need some relief. Come," She orders, "Lie with me. Let me make it better." Her voice has turned from playful to husky, and as I step towards the bed.

Surprisingly... she does as she said. She takes me in her arms - her grip firm enough to feel impossible to escape, but loose enough I could if I wanted to. Or at least, feel like I could. Then, with a playful lick to my cheek, she rolls such that I'm atop of her and just.. holds me.

"Let me take care of you." She cooes. "Your body must ache. I can help you... just relax." She begins massaging me with her fingers. It feels amazing, especially after the roughness of our earlier fucking, and I moan in pleasure as I sink further into her embrace. "Relax, Master. I've got you." She says gently, again and again, in many ways. "Let your mate tend to you~ Hmmm..." She hums happily, and then I feel her hands move down and cup my buttocks. I don't know what she's doing at first but I do not stop her - I want this too much.

From top to bottom, the Queen massages me into oblivion.

Arma holds me close and nuzzles against me. Her breathing is steady and soothing as she continues stroking my back. I feel safe and protected, and soon drift off to sleep...