Royal Addition

Abigail had quickly grown to dislike the waning hours of sunlight in her royal career, as it always meant a batch of last minute correspondence and end of the day reports being dumped on her lap right before her time to relax in bed, leaving her very little time to enjoy the beautiful sunsets. Thankfully for the curvy polar bear, she was an expert at making even the most tiresome and tedious of activities fun, especially with a little help from her infant son. Preparing for the usual chore, the Queen stepped into her personal bedchambers with Edmond in her arms, setting the nude cub down on the bed for a moment as she likewise got dressed in her usual sleepwear: nothing but her fluffy fur. Stripping from her robes and sighing in relief as she laid her clothes down for her servants to collect and hang up later, the chubby woman heard a knock at her door, barely even glancing in its direction as she scooped up the little toddler again, holding Edmond against her chest and gently petting his cheek, 
"You may enter."
A slightly flustered message runner opened the door, giving the naked lady a quick bow before stepping inside, trying not to blush nor let his eyes linger around her bosom or gentle pink pussy lips as he pulled out a stack of papers from his rucksack,
"H… here are tonight's reports, m… my lady!" 
Paying no attention to the servant's sheepish look, Abigail kept softly rocking her baby as she grabbed the papers from the man, dismissing him with a nod. Sitting down in front of her writing desk, the plump ursine cradled Edmond in one arm while thumbing through the notes with her free hand, spreading them out and quickly scanning each, trying to not let herself be bored by mundane reports of grain supplies and merchant logs. While perusing through the papers, Abigail casually nudged open her son's legs, gingerly pinching his sheath with her index- and middle fingers, slowly stroking the toddler as his breathing grew heavier, his face going nearly as red as that of the message runner's just moments ago. With the tiny cub slowly getting hard in her hands, the Queen reclined in her seat, humming a quiet tune while stroking the length of the baby's stiff cocklet. 

Keeping herself busy with fondling her son, Abigail went through one report after another, finally landing on one that managed to catch her eye. The note was about some of the notable individuals who were visiting the town that week, and among the list of rich merchants and local politicians was the name of a rather renowned animal tamer. The man was known to be able to hunt, capture, and train just about any animal requested of him, at least if given enough time and money. He had become famous after gifting a trained elephant to a King, and had visited just about every court on the continent to sell and take requests for exotic animals for all sorts of purposes. He'd even visited Abigail's court once a few years ago, helping the polar bear acquire and break in a few Eastern horses for her personal stables, the hot-blooded breed being quite a bit different from the more sturdy breeds native to her kingdom. Intrigued at what the tamer might have to offer her this time around, the Queen set the paper aside and made a mental note to invite him to her castle the following day. Glancing down at the baby cradled in her arm, Abigail grinned at the blissful look on the boy's face, his legs stretched out and his arms tucked against his chest as he stared up, dazed from the constant groping that'd kept him on the edge for almost half an hour straight, 
"I'm sorry, my love. I guess I have been teasing you for a little bit longer than I thought."
Giggling, she brushed aside the papers and sat the toddler down on her writing desk, leaning down and nuzzling her muzzle against his belly to give him a kiss, feeling his stiff shaft rubbing on her neck, 
"Don't worry, mommy will take good care of you~" 
Opening her maw, Abigail took the baby's rod in her mouth, suckling on it like a teat as Edmond gasped and hugged her face, clinging to her ears and moaning as she nursed on him, returning the favour for all the times his maw on her nipple had gotten her off. With just a few agile flicks of her tongue and some suction, the chubby bear felt her son's chest rising before the first spurt of cum sprayed down her waiting maw, her tongue cupped under his quivering length to catch his seed as Edmond grunted with a blush. 

Trying her best not to spill a drop of the precious and royal cum, Abigail drank down her son's load like she was sipping from a straw, her plump lips pressed all the way down to Edmond's base as the little boy squealed softly, his eyes rolling back as he wrenched on his mother's ears, hugging her muzzle like he was holding on for life. The Queen let the cub empty his balls in peace, waiting until his frantic bucking and gasping mellowed down and turned to some light squirming, popping her lips free from the small shaft with a huff and a warm smile, licking her chops clean, 
"Oh my, you were a little bit more pent up than usual, did I forget to tend to your needs this morning~?" 
Still resting against his mother's muzzle, the toddler barely even reacted as she nudged him off, catching his back and lifting the young Prince off of her desk, carrying him to bed, 
"Well, don't you fret, little Prince. We've still got plenty of candlelight left for the evening~" 
Setting Edmond down before likewise slipping into her extravagant bed, the polar bear sighed and pulled the tiny cub against her belly, laying on her side as she pet his chin. The baby was simultaneously exhausted and excited for more of his mother's love, his eyes just barely staying open after the thorough draining she'd given him while his cock was still pointing straight up. Abigail dipped two fingers between her thighs, smirking slightly as she bit her lip and watched the tips of her fingers disappearing into her pink folds, letting the digits soak in her juices for just a moment while she used her thumb to rub her clit, trying to get herself as wet as she could. With the Queen's fingers slick with her sweet nectar, she pulled them out and offered them up to her son, smiling as he almost immediately opened wide and latched onto the digits, licking them clean while moaning, his dick spurting a few strands of precum onto his own thighs,
"Does your Queen taste good~?" 
The woman repeated the process a few more times, letting the toddler lap up her juices from her hand as she fingered herself, petting and kissing the cub in between. 

Sensing that her son was getting hungry for more than just her pussy juice, Abigail dipped her fingers into her mound one last time, using her fingertips like a paintbrush as she coated one of her nipples with her honey, her tongue poking out of her muzzle as she felt the warm and slick slime quickly starting to cool down. Grabbing the toddler before turning onto her back, the bear brought his maw over to her wet nipple while simultaneously cupping his ass, nudging his crotch against hers. Though the little Prince rarely needed any sort of encouragement to latch onto his mother's breasts, he certainly didn't mind the extra treat either, wrapping his lips around the nipple soaked in the woman's fragrance as she moaned, his tip tickling her entrance. With a few pillows stacked under her back to sit up against, Abigail pushed her son inside of her with just a little nudge, slotting him balls deep as he whimpered against her chest, with his maw full of milk. Sighing contently, the Queen just let the boy stay hilted in her pussy, letting his slight squirming and trembling work them both off as she laid back and relaxed, petting the cub's back while he drank from her nipple. As much as Abigail loved to really let the tiny ursine breed her until she was weak in the legs and barely able to breathe, she was just as big of a fan of just relaxing and cuddling with him while his cock was buried in her slit, some of their sessions lasting for hours until either one of them finally came. While clenching her pussy around the toddler's shaft, the curvy bear fondled his flank, slowly rubbing a finger up and down his ass crack, teasing his hole. Licking her finger for some lubrication, the Queen pushed inside of Edmund's tailhole, his writhing intensifying as he began bucking against her cunt, his hands grabbing tufts of her fur as she slowly buried her finger all the way up to the knuckle, feeling his tight hole flexing around her digit as he came from the added pleasure. Another load of cum rushed inside of Abigail, this one filling her pussy rather than her mouth, a healthy blush colouring her white fur as she panted, her free hand kneading at the tit her son wasn't nursing on. Grunting while still trying to drink his belly full, Edmund trembled against his mother's belly, finally pulling his muzzle away from her nipple, collapsing on top of her, still buried up to his sack. Letting the young royal stay in her, the Queen simply hugged her as she laid her head down on her pillow, pulling a blanket over them both, happy to fall asleep with his twitching shaft keeping her dreams interesting. 

Waking up bright and early in the morning, Abigail called in her servant to deliver her breakfast while she let her son lick her pussy clean, enjoying her toast and eggs all the while Edmond lapped up the several loads he'd shot inside of his mother during all of their squirming and wriggling during the night, chasing his own seed down with a drink from her teat. After the two polar bears had both finished work their breakfasts, the Queen took a deep soak in a bath to wash her fur and anything that the cub's tongue couldn't reach, letting her coat dry as she chose what to wear that day, finally landing on a royal blue dress thin enough to be almost see through, her bare form underneath quite easily revealed by just a closer inspection. The pudgy ursine loved the outfit due to the element of surprise it lended her when addressing people unfamiliar with her sordid tastes, letting her seem completely modest at first glance but quickly exposing her lewdness to others at just the right moment. She often used it to great effect when negotiating to knock the opposite side off balance, but likewise loved to wear it when welcoming people to her court. Setting a lit candle onto a small table behind her before stepping in front of a mirror, Abigail smirked as her figure immediately appeared from under the dress with the help of the backlighting, the long and flowing fabric going all the way down to her ankles while simultaneously keeping nothing hidden from view. The Queen also dressed her little Prince in her absolute favourite outfit of his: absolutely nothing, letting the fuzzy cub's sheath and family jewels hang out for all to admire, giving his sack a playful cup as she grinned, 
"It'd be downright criminal to hide you away under some stuffy clothes, you're so adorable I could just eat you up~!" 
The polar bear ravished her son with kisses, blanketing his cheeks and belly with smooches before finishing off with gently pressing her lips against his tiny sheath, watching with a giggle as the kiss made his tip poke out, his legs kicking into the air as he babbled happily, 
"Now, let's go welcome our guests for the day~" 
The woman picked up the toddler into her arms, walking out of her bedchambers and into the hallway, smirking at the glances she and her cub received as she marched past guards and servants. 

Sitting on her throne with the nude Edmond lounging on her lap the whole time, Abigail dealt with one visitor after the other, welcoming in delegates and other important if not quite so interesting visitors, patient but eager to get to the one guest she was particularly interested in meeting. She was sure to keep herself busy the best way she knew how to, fondling and caressing the baby as he squirmed around on her lap, letting his precum stain her dress as the panting boy humped her hands. After throngs of dry talk about diplomacy and trade routes, only spiced up by the occasional gawk from the few who hadn't heard or previously witnessed the Queen's peculiar tastes, the crier at the doors to her court finally announced the name the polar bear had been waiting all day for, 
"Odalric Alscher, Trader and Handler of Beasts!" 
Walking through the grand doors was a haggard old crow, his feathers always slightly crooked, a few spots almost completely bare from the amount of scars he had underneath, one of the long claw marks going right over his left eye, an eyepatch hiding the results of the swipe. The man walked with a slight limp, occasionally leaning on a cane made of polished dark wood, a fur coat draped over his shoulders as he walked with his head held high, giving the Queen a smile as he bowed in front of her and the small Prince,
"Your highness. I thank you humbly for inviting me to your court once more. And may I say, it is also an honour to finally see your handsome Prince in person, you were not even pregnant with the lad the last time we met."
Abigail nodded, 
"But of course, you were so very helpful to me once before, I simply had to see what you had on offer this time around." 
"Ah, yes. You didn't have any wishes for any specific beasts, but I still believe I might have something that might very well be of some interest for yourself."
The avian turned back towards the door, tapping his cane on the hard floor a few times, the clicks reverberating around the entire hall for a few seconds before a few of Odalric's workers appeared at the gates. Walking in, the dozen or so apprentices pulled in several iron cages of varying sizes inside of the court, lining them up behind their boss as the old crow stood at attention with a proud smile on his beak, both of his hands resting on his cane. 

The crates were all covered by thick blankets, with the apprentices pulling them all off at another tap of Odalric's cane, revealing a handful of wild, or not so wild, beasts. The crates housed a young bear, a large grey wolf, a few skittish minks, and a beautiful swan nestled on top of a couple of her tiny hatchlings. The crow motioned towards the batch of animals as the Queen inspected them from her throne, 
"Each one hand trained by yours truly, I can guarantee that each is more tame than any hound or cat in your town!" 
Deciding to get a closer look, Abigail set her son down on her throne before stepping off, walking past the cages as she circled each a few times, exchanging curious gazes with the beasts housed within, while the old avian cleared his throat, 
"If nothing is to your tastes, I can certainly acquire something more exotic, anything you might wish. Perhaps you'd enjoy a luxurious lynx at your side, or a hunting hawk, or perhaps even a f-" 
The polar bear stopped in front of the large wolf and held up her hand, first to stop the man's sales pitch before then lowering it down slightly, offering her fingers for the feral canine to sniff,
"This one may be of interest."
"Ah, yes. A great beast from my lands, I call her Frida. That denmother has given birth to a whole slew of healthy pups. I've had to dodge her offspring's fangs many a time during my hunting trips, even hers a few times. Finally managed to catch and tame the fierce lady herself."
Sitting on her haunches, the wolf offered the Queen a bored glance before finally giving the woman's hand a sniff, only paying greater attention to the plump bear as Abigail's hand grabbed hold of the lock. Deciding she trusted the old crow's taming skills enough, the royal opened the door, stepping back to let the feral come further as Frida's head popped out, the wolf's ears up at attention. Some of the other members of Abigail's court weren't quite as interested in testing the tamer's skills, a few of the ones not armed with shield and sword taking a careful look at their nearest exits as Frida licked her lips, giving the court a good look at her mighty fangs, her head hung low as she stepped out of her metal cage, her long and sharp claws clicking against the cold stone floor. 

Frida looked around for a moment before turning back to the woman who had freed her, turning her nose up slightly at the polar bear, aloof and cold as if she was the Queen and not the smirking lady in front of her. Though she'd already been told that Frida was a she, Abigail couldn't help but to give it a look herself as well, giving the wolf's back a quick pet before grabbing the tip of the feral's tail, lifting it up and peeking underneath. Though not necessarily excited at the intrusion, Frida was used to people poking around at her, almost rolling her eyes as the woman ogled at her black spade, a light wetness keeping her plump lips glistening throughout the entire day. Seeing that the denmother was both proud and not shy in the least, recognising a slight bit of herself in the giant canine, Abigail decided that it was high time that she buy herself a loyal guard dog, turning to Odalric with Frida's tail still pinched between two fingers, half-accidentally flashing her entire court with the animal's rear end, 
"I'll take her, I can already tell that she'll be a wonderful companion."
"Oh, yes, she will guard you and your young as if you were her own brood, you will not regret this!" 
The Queen waved her hand towards the crow, glancing at one of her servants, 
"Give the man his coin."
As her previous master was being handed a bag of jingling gold coins, Frida followed behind the polar bear, her eyes trained on the little toddler crawling around on the throne, her fierce eyes immediately softening the moment she had spotted him. Grabbing her son in her arms, Abigail sat down and held Edmond out towards her new hound, carefully letting the wolf sniff him as he giggled at the canine's wet and cold tongue poking at his bare belly, petting the big feral's snout. The animal's nose trailed up and down the baby's body, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the cub, quickly ending up with her nose stuffed between the little boy's legs as she inspected his sheath, catching the scent of a young manhood. Already very used to women sniffing around near his privates, both his mother as well as many others, Edmond only recoiled slightly, wriggling around in the other ursine's arms as he huffed, closing one eye as his giggles turned slightly more flustered. The Queen could see a flash of motherly instinct on Frida's face, knowing she had made the right decision on which of the animals to pick as her family's pet. 

With the wolf by her side, Abigail quickly got through the rest of her visitors, smirking as the feral occasionally nosed her or the cub on her lap. With the final few envoys slowly trickling out of her court, the Queen likewise took her leave, holding Edmond against her chest and patting her hip to call the wolf to follow her. Trotting a few steps behind the polar bear, Frida got a quick tour of the castle, taking in the scents and the sights as she explored her new territory, slightly overwhelmed from just how busy it all was when compared to her last little burrow dug underneath a few boulders. When the tour eventually arrived at the royal bedroom, the slightly tense canine was more than happy to relax for a moment, enjoying the privacy of the roomy bedchambers, darting from one end of the room to the other as she sniffed around her new den, seeking out all of the cozy hiding spots and nooks that she could huddle up in. While exploring her territory, hopping up onto the bed and stuffing her nose into the soft bedding, the beast could pick up the lewd notes of the mother and son-pair's nighttime activities, the unexpected but titillating scent getting her tail to raise up towards the ceiling as she roamed the bed from side to side. Though she didn't walk on two legs, Frida could still easily recognise what the source of the wonderful smells was, letting her cold exterior melt a little bit as she shoved her face against the bedsheets, bowed down with her hind up in the air, drooling from both ends. Watching her new guard dog licking at a few inconspicuous stains on her bedsheets on the spot where she and her boy had been sleeping at the night before, Abigail flashed the feral a grin, hiking up her dress slightly while cradling Edmond in her other hand, letting the baby cling to her neck, 
"If you wanna sniff something a little more potent, you can just come straight to the source~" 
Catching her attention, Frida's head popped up from the bed, her eyes staring at the polar bear's sly smile for a moment before she hopped down and walked over to the Queen, pushing her head underneath the woman's outfit. The ursine watched the canine's tail swinging around while holding back a moan as Frida's cold and inquisitive nose poked at her pussy lips, making her squirm almost as hard as Edmond while she kept on fondling the toddler's sheath, quickly working him up to a full erection as her new feral servant explored between her thighs. 

With half of the wolf disappearing underneath her dress, the feral's wide tongue cupping around her slit in long licks, Abigail let out a drawn out moan as she set her son down onto the bed, pulling her outfit completely off as soon as she had her hands free. Frida's muzzle was snuggled right between her legs, the canine's tongue digging just a little bit deeper into her folds with every lap, accidentally bumping up against her clit and making the Queen shudder lightly as she pet the steely-eyed hound,
"I think you'll fit in quite well around here~" 
Getting slightly lost in the feel of the feral's sloppy efforts at eating her out, Abigail didn't notice the little Prince getting a bit fussy, wriggling from side to side in an effort to roll onto his belly, giving annoyed grunts and groans at the royal reception having taken longer than usual, which had led him to go past his naptime. The toddler wasn't receiving the attention he wanted, so he stepped up his efforts and began crying out, thumping his feet and fists against the bedding as both of the females finally turned their eyes to him. Abigail was just about to go and comfort her son when she noticed Frida getting interested as well, standing back out of curiosity to let the feral try to handle the situation first. Frida lifted her haunches off of the floor, leaving a small wet spot on the carpet from where her spade had been pressing against it, licking her lips as she quickly trotted over and hopped up onto the bed, circling Edmond a few times and sniffing the boy to see if she could figure out why he was having a tantrum. With her motherly instincts kicking in once more, the wolf landed on the answer being the same thing that'd left her own pups feeling cranky so many times in the past: hunger. She flopped down onto her side, crawling closer to the polar bear until her belly was pressed right against him, her tail curling around his tiny body to blanket him, trying to offer up her rows of teats to the whining Edmond, not caring much about how he wasn't even the same species as her. 

Though Edmond calmed down somewhat with the large canine cuddling against him, he still wasn't entirely settled down, whimpering and pouting as Frida tried to offer him her nipples. Since the cub only knew his mother's breasts, and the feral's teats weren't quite as big and generous as the Queen's set, the young bear didn't realise what she was trying to do, continuing his tantrum no matter how hard she tried to get him to latch on. With her first attempt bearing no fruit, Frida decided to try a different method to calm down the odd pup, thinking he was after some grooming, huddling around the boy and wrapping her warm body around him as she licked at his face and chest, slowly working down towards his legs as she used her tongue to clean him, brushing his fur one lick at a time. Though her gentle grooming didn't seem to work at first, Edmond quickly quieted down as soon as her wet tongue reached his crotch, gliding over his shaft after still being half erect from his mother's squeezing and groping, one hand balling into a fist and the other clinging to the wolf's thick fur as the baby's displeased wail trailed off into a soft moan. Having finally found just the right spot to seemingly calm down the cub she'd taken under her care, Frida continued her licking, gently pinning Edmond down with a paw on his belly to stop the polar bear from squirming around so much as she lapped at his cock, letting it grow in length and girth as her tongue wrapped around it. Abigail watched her flustered son whimpering against the feral's soft coat, grinning as she sat down next to the pair, petting the newest member of her family while simultaneously stroking her own clit with the other hand, cooing as she smeared around the slobber left by the wolf, 
"I can see you're a natural at parenting, you've already found out the perfect way to keep my handsome boy happy~" 
Unwilling to stop her tonguing no matter how hard Edmond writhed around or groaned, Frida kept up her lickjob now that she'd discovered that he was happier with her doing the suckling rather than the other way around, occasionally taking the entire rod into her maw and letting it soak in her muzzle, cupping her tongue around the boy's shaft while panting. In just a few minutes, she'd managed to transform the bear's temper tantrum into a fit of squeals and grunts as the cub exploded in her mouth, shooting sticky strings down the back of her throat, a few globs of his seed streaming down the sides of her mouth as she tried to swallow up as much as she could, not wanting the boy to make a big mess all over the fur she'd just cleaned up. 

Rubbing her clit as she giggled, Abigail rescued her dazed son from under the relentless hound's tongue, cupping Frida's chin and pulling the feral's muzzle away from the gasping toddler, 
"I think he's had enough for now, Frida~" 
Going limp the moment the canine's maw was nudged away and he could stop trying to dodge Frida's tongue, Edmond panted as both ladies nuzzled up against him, his dick lying on his belly and drizzling the last few squirts of his cum onto his coat. Though her son might've been quite spent already, the Queen was far from satisfied, eager to see what all her new family member could do, tickling the boy's chin as she glared at the wolf's tail-end with a lecherous look on her face, 
"What do you say that we return the favour, and really welcome Frida to our fold~" 
Abigail grabbed the feral's tail and lifted it up, exposing her sopping wet spade, softly caressing and squeezing her plump lips to get her further worked up as she was still cleaning the baby's cum from her snout. Her tail unfurled as the polar bear's probing fingers circled her mound before finally sliding into her wet depths, a few tiny huffs and snorts coming from her nostrils as the Queen's hand became more soaked with every slow thrust. The grey wolf finally got the idea as Abigail pulled her fingers out, swabbing her son's muzzle with them, marking Edmond with the feral's scent as she smiled and patted the boy's chest, inviting the canine for a ride. 

Still quite tired from the enthusiastic licking he'd received from his new pet, Edmond didn't notice his mom and the wolf exchanging a few sly glances with one another as Frida rose up to her feet, stepping over the cub so that her back end was hovering directly over him. Only the strong whiff of feminine lust finally clued him in to what was about to happen, though he only opened his eyes just in time to see the beast's tail raised high above her flank, her glistening spade staring down at him as a few drops of her sap added to the smears the Queen had already painted on his snout. Before he could even think about getting out of the way, Frida had already sat down right on his face, his entire head disappeared underneath the giant wolf's haunches as she gave a pleased sigh, wriggling her ass from side to side slightly to get into a comfortable position and make sure her pussy was nestled against the toddler's muzzle. Though slightly taken back by the surprise facesitting, Edmond had dined on his own mother's mound almost as many times as on the woman's teats, immediately getting a handle on things as his arms wrapped around Frida's rear, hugging her as he began lapping at her delicate folds. The canine gave a sharp bark as the cub's little tongue first glanced her swollen lips, quickly huddling down against his maw even harder, her paws tapping on the bed as she tried to push the boy's muzzle deeper and deeper, panting while the bigger polar bear grinned next to her, petting and fondling her the entire time. The baby drank straight from the wolf's tap, taking in the slight differences in taste and texture when compared to his mother's slit, his cock quickly bouncing straight back up as he ate out the increasingly desperate animal. Abigail got on her knees in front of Frida, pushing the hound's head between her thighs and thrusting her cunt onto the feral's tongue as she watched her son digging into the spade, reaching under Frida's tail and playing with the wolf's tailhole as she listened to the slurping and suckling, grinding her pussy against the beast's muzzle as she moaned. 

From the growing intensity of the wolf's licking and growling, Abigail could feel that Frida was getting anxious to take more than just some tongue in her cunt, pulling away from her now-soaked muzzle and getting down on all fours between Edmond's legs, squeezing the Prince's cock between two fingers, 
"If you're looking for a good breeding, I'm sure my handsome little man would be ready to lend a hand~" 
Lost in the bliss of the young bear's licking, her tongue lolling down as she looked down at his cock, Frida brought her haunches up, letting Edmond finally get a good gasp of air again, most of his face covered in the four-legged lady's sticky honey, a web of her juices still connecting his muzzle to her soft lips for a few seconds further before she scootched forwards, aligning her spade with his crotch rather than his maw. She didn't question the suggestion for even a moment, blessed with her nonchalant feral nature, knowing full well that many beasts in the wild would rut as soon as possible, with little care about age or even familial ties. She did however have some issues with getting the boy to mount her, trying to bend over and present her pussy, but a helping hand from Abigail eventually got her to sit over the cub's shaft, the polar bear's hand guiding her down onto his tip. Hugging the wolf's fluffy tail, Edmond thrust up into her with feverish passion, getting a small whimper from her as she simultaneously slammed her ass down onto his lap, taking the ursine balls deep in her inviting mound. Abigail sat back to watch Frida bouncing up and down on the toddler's cock, the hound's juices running down her son's legs as she fingered herself, panting just as hard as the wild beast as she goaded the wolf, 
"Yes, keep going, just like that~! Let my son's seed flow into your depths~!" 
Getting off on watching her baby being taken by an animal, the Queen felt herself teetering right on the edge just as Frida came down on the boy's girth one last time, Edmond's squeals overpowering both of the females' moaning as he curled up, embracing the canine from behind as he emptied his balls. With cum slowly seeping out from her pussy, painting her spade white as she panted, Frida laid down on top of the cub, keeping him deep inside as if he was knotted to her, licking Abigail's hand as the woman pet both her and Edmond, 
"I believe you'll be a wonderful guard dog for my castle. But the captain of the guard certainly won't be getting his hands on you like the other hounds, you'll always be by my side from now on~"