She sat back, enjoying his reaction, one that never got old. “Do you like them?”

He blinked and finally made eye contact. He nearly forgot they were attached to a woman, or rather, that there was a woman attached to them. “Ah… Yes I do, Your-” Largeness “-Majesty. I see why You are the mother of everyone fortunate to live in this empire. You have the breasts to make even the most productive wet nurse envious. Surely it is a symbol of your infinite kindness and philanthropy.” His eyes came back down, as it would keep doing so as long as Her chest remained bare. He focused on Her nipple and felt his mouth water.

She adjusted herself, making Her bombastic breasts sway and jiggle dangerously. “It certainly is. I’d like to extend my care to you, Jeremiah. Won’t you come here?”

He gulped. “Yes, Your Highness.” He stepped closer.

She rubbed Her hands down Her thigh. “Have a seat.”

He looked into Her lap. Her dress bulged around the outline of her powerful thighs. It seemed inappropriate to sit on it, expensive as must have been. He would hate to ruin it, but he had his orders and had to follow them. He came up to Her and sat on Her knee, perpendicular to Her body. Her leg was like a firm cushion. The muscle beneath him was strong enough to throw him into the air if she had the mind to. He sat upright like a child in class, unsure how comfortable he was allowed to get. He kept his face forward, but his eyes cut towards Her and Her gargantuan breasts, now leering so close to his shoulder.

“Please, make yourself comfortable. I won’t have you looking so stiff” She reached around him and grabbed his shoulder. He leaned him back and pulled him deeper into Her lap. Her arm sat across his back, cushioning him from the hard, marble armrest. Her other hand crept into the space between his legs, rubbing his left inner-thigh. Her breasts hung above him, seemingly ready to crush him at any moment. She smiled down at him sweetly. “How do you feel?”

He spoke the truth. “Intimidated, Your Beloved. I hardly feel worthy to enjoy the comfort of your lap and the presence of your magnificent chest.”

	“I understand, but make no mistake, if I did not think you were worthy of sitting here, I would not have invited you.”

He smiled weakly. “I suppose not, Your Splendor.”

“You may touch my breast. I see it has your attention. I’d be cruel not to allow you to enjoy it.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” He lifted one paw and pressed it to the underside of Her breast. A shudder of excitement went through his palm and into his arm. The Queen’s bosom… Unbelievable! Though he could feel the segmentation of Her scales, She was pleasantly smooth to the touch. He sank his paw into it, admiring its gentle firmness and incredible weight. He slid his paw up, down, and around those magnificent slopes. His paw brushed the outskirts of Her nipple which was tough like leather.

She watched him with a patient smile. He looked like a child in her arms. “I see you’ve taken a liking.”

“I have, Your Beloved.” He licked his lips. His penis throbbed excitedly. “Your bosom is a treasure fit to make the world a richer place. The people would feel safe knowing their Empress possesses such a motherly bounty. Of course, I would be remiss not to express how it adds to your already copious beauty. You are a woman most astounding for it.”

“You’re too sweet, wolf. I see the way you slaver looking at it. I reckon you would like a taste?”

His paw stopped. He looked up at Her with an expression most unsure. “I would adore nothing else in the world if I would be so lucky.”

“Then I am pleased to inform you that you are.” She straightened  her back, presenting her charcoal nipple to his face. “Please, do us both the pleasure.”

He went cross-eyed looking at that succulent mammary in front of him. It was the size of a ducat, peaked at its center by a thick nub cratered by her duct. The areola surrounding it was toughened by a series of tiny bumps, irregularly patterned. He opened his maw, but did not move. He looked up at Her, confirming his permission. She raised an eyebrow at him. Are you going to, or not? I think you would enjoy it. He agreed, and planted his lips on Her.

“There we are,” she cooed. “Suckle as you please.” He obeyed. His lips latched around her dense areola while his tongue lapped at Her bead. He swirled his tongue in circles. Every other rotation he would suck softly, the sound of which smacked quietly. His paw continued massaging around Her other breast, eventually finding itself gently locked around her nipple which he fingered..

The Queen sighed happily. She relaxed in Her seat, bringing Her hand to the back of his head and holding it there. “That’s it. That’s my sweet wolf.”

He closed his eyes and scowled with focus as he made sure to pleasure the Queen. His suckles were slow but firm, he applied his tongue liberally, his finger swam around her other nipple to make sure it received the attention it deserved just as well. Quite suddenly, Her milk came. A single splash of it bled into his mouth, instantly washing across his mouth and settling into his taste buds. His eyes shot open, and he made to pull away, purely by reflex, but the back of his head met the resolute grip of Her hand.

“Ah, ah… It’s fine. I want you to taste it.” She stroked her fingers through his hair. “Drink to your heart's content~”

He kept his eyes locked with Hers, still unsure if he could accept such a luxurious gift. Her alabaster eyes looked down at him softly, however, and convinced him finally that he could. He closed his eyes again and suckled deeply, drawing more of that precious nectar. He swallowed it gulp by gulp, feeling its divine warmth flush down his gullet and settle into his tummy. The taste was nectarine, the texture heavy and thick. This was a treat far more lovely than any other he’d ever had the joy of tasting. He murmured quietly as the sound of his suckling lips rang through the throne room. “Mmm… Mmm… Mmm… Mmmmmm… Mmmm~” 

The Queen’s jaw fell open as Her own pleasure resonated. Her tail wriggled behind Her. She sighed longingly and brought Her hand to his cock. She grabbed His shaft firmly and stroked his whole length at a tempo synchronized with his suckling. Jeremiah’s cock was nothing small, yet it was totally dwarfed by her giant mitt. His face contorted as a more desperate moan sounded through his nose. “Shhhhhhhhhh, I know it.” Her fingers danced across his pillar, drawing out a thick, glassy bead of precum. “Don’t hold back.”

He hardly could if he tried. He came close to a feeding frenzy. Even as he felt his gut swell with Her milk, he could not bring himself to stop. Her loving grasp on his manhood made him squirm. Pleasure rang across his loins, stabbing through his penis and settling as a heavy ache in his balls. He forced himself off of her nipple. A streak of alabaster honey dribbled down Her breast and from the corner of his mouth. He gasped loudly, eyes still closed and twisted with delight. “Huhhh… Huhhh… Huhhh… Muh… Moh… Momma…”

She caressed his head and pressed his face to her enormous cushion, still leaking steadily. Her other hand slid down his cock and fondled his scrotum. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Ah… hahhh… Yes, Your Majesty… Oh gods… I feel intoxicated.” He held onto Her chest like his life depended on it. His whole body trembled. “I’ve never been graced by a delight so decadent and luscious. It is a nectar far too precious to be wasted.” He licked his lips and lapped away what was still coming out of her. It was true that none of it should’ve gone to waste, but it was more of a personal excuse to taste more.

Her Majesty chuckled. “I’m glad you could savor it that well.” She took Her hand off his balls and slid Her arm under his legs. His eyes went wide as She stood up, lifting him as effortlessly as She would a pillow. She put him down on his feet. Her milk still sloshed around his gut heavily. It was so rich, he prayed he wouldn’t puke it back up. That would not go down well. She held his face and wiped away the moisture from around his lips and whiskers with her thumbs. “There. Now you look more proper. All things considered, of course,” She said, glancing down at his emboldened penis.

He blushed. “My greatest appreciation, Your Mercifulness. I will take that to my grave as a token of Your boundless generosity.”

“So you should, but that is not all I have to show you, nor the last thing you would do for Me.”

He straightened up. “Absolutely, my Queen.”

“Splendid as they are, my breasts aren’t the only facet of My beauty,” Mhe said with a dainty few bats of Her eye lashes.

“No! I would not be so foolish to forget.” Although they are very distracting.

“Of course not.” She turned around. Her dress was pulled half-way down Her back. “Help Me out of this dreaded thing. I fear at this stage it’s being a nuisance far more than anything else.”

“Yes, Your Genius, I agree.” He grabbed the top of the dress and pulled it upwards. She was so tall that he had to grab and pull several times. She lifted her arms up for him so that it slid off more easily. The bottom swished over Her head, finally, rendering Her fully nude alongside him. Jeremiah stood back to take in what was in front of him, truly a display of feminine beauty and power. Queen Corunda was a strongly built woman from head to toe. Every curve of Her body inflated around a core of dense, well-chiseled muscle. Still, Her form remained that of a woman’s, there was no mistaking that. Her voluptuous figure was maintained precisely because of Her incredible athleticism, not in spite of it.

Naturally, his gaze fell to Her posterior, partly blocked off by Her dragon tail. Sensing his gaze, She did him the privilege of moving it aside. Her rump was as ostentatious as Her bosom, blowing out from the top of Her broad thighs and swerving into Her back. It was a Wagnerian burst of impossibly strong flesh that embodied Her Majesty’s bold spirit. Jeremiah’s cock throbbed. A bit of precum plipped to the floor. It was his everything not to fall to his knees and bury his face in it.

She looked over Her shoulder and caught him staring. “Tell me, are you going to touch it or just stand there and sightsee?”

He blinked and shook his head. “Ah, yes! Forgive me, Your Kindness.”

She giggled. He wasn’t the first to react this way. “Nothing to worry about.”

He dropped to his knees and came face-to-face with that magnificent rump. It seemed to stare back at him, goading him to touch, if he dared. He did, in fact, and slid his paws up each of Her thighs and finally had the honor of touching Her ass. His paws swam in massive circles, covering every inch. He parted them and let go, amused by how drastically they wobbled and wiggled when coming back into place.

The Queen closed Her eyes and enjoyed Her massage. “Tell Me what you like about My behind.”

“Ah, I fear words will fail me. I am struck by its sheer rotundity and charm. A woman of Your stature is more than fit to possess an ass so Jovian. No man alive is fit to please it as properly as it ought to be. It is a spectacle of such divine elegance that I dread that I am insulting it by even trying to describe it.”

Her Majesty laughed. “You say words fail you, yet you said all of that.”

He laughed too. “I’d write a poem if I could, a song for the ages to tell the people of Her Majesty’s noble butt.”

Her buttocks bounced and jiggled as Her head threw back with booming laughter. “And I would be sure to listen to it. I’d be its greatest patron.”

“As You are for all of the finest arts, Your Bountifulness.” He leaned forward and smooched Her haunch. She murred with delight, so he blessed Her with more. His puckered lips kissed their way across that endless mound of flesh until his snout caught the canyon of Her buttocks. He wriggled it between Her haunches and doused his face with Her heat. His face disappeared up to his eyebrows, held there by the firm clutch of Her cushiony buttocks. He rolled his head around, murring softly and wagging his tail. Her tailhole loomed close to his nose, radiating an intense warmth directly across his snout.

The Queen hummed and swayed Her hip, dragging his head with them. She jutted Her ass out, pressing his face deeper into Her luxurious crevice. She rolled and grinded on him, a coy smile on Her face. “Enjoying yourself back there?”

“Mmmmmm…”

“You're quite infatuated with My ass, aren’t you?”

“Mmmhmmm~”

“You’d stay there forever if you could, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmhmm…”

She chuckled. “Stay as long as you’d like, then.”

“Mmmm, Thnkymmm~” He stayed there for some time, rolling his face around that heavenly softness until he thought She might have been growing tired of him. She wasn’t, although She was ready for him to make the next step. He pulled his face out and took a deep breath. Sweat had accumulated around his face and glistened along Her scales. “That was an honor, Your Majesty. Your behind is truly something to behold.”

“And I’m pleased you feel that way, but it’s not My ass I’ve been wanting to show you the most.”

Jeremiah’s smile faltered. He knew what came next. “No, I did not think it was.”

She turned and faced him. Her hand came to her hip. She grinned down at him. “What do you think?”

Jeremiah, the poor soul, couldn’t think much of anything, his brain was so blown away by what he saw. The past several weeks of descriptions had prepared him, but not to the level that was required. Hanging from Queen Corunda’s loins was Her cock, a barbarously long and dangerously thick tool of flesh that came just inches from reaching her knees. The skin was smooth from the hilt to Her foreskin which currently encapsulated the head. It was a deep, dark shade of red. A monstrous vein slithered along one side like a meandering river. It pulsed maliciously before his very eyes. More impressive even than that leviathan sex organ were the pair of balls lurking behind it. Heavier and more masculine than any man’s, her scrotum carried them together snugly.

This, more than any other physical feature of Hers, was Her greatest pride. Stories and legends of Her Majesty’s phallus rang throughout the continent. She had rode bare into battle with it exposed to Her enemies’ horror and dismay. She’d grafted Her bloodline into many royal families with it. Its unimaginable size and talent for pleasing Her conquests drew great admiration and envy. The fact that a woman possessed it was a great ire to any man who considered himself hung. It was not some terrible secret of Hers that needed keeping, but a godlike endowment worth every bit of celebration and awe it received.

Jeremiah gave it plenty, kneeling there in its presence. He was truly speechless this time. What could he say about it that She had not already heard or thought of Herself? She crossed Her arms and smiled smugly. Watching men grovel to Her cock never got old. “What do you think?”

Jeremiah shook his head dumbly. “There are no words.”

“Please, you’re the poet. Try and give Me something to listen to. Bring yourself closer and touch Me. Let that be your inspiration.”

He almost refused Her. No sane man would bring himself anywhere near that reproductive beast. He watched as it began to lurch upward. Her foreskin peeled back slightly, revealing Her black cock-helmet and fat slit. He swallowed what little saliva there was in his mouth as it began to go dry. He scooted forward, close enough to feel that incredible heat waft against his fur. The smell alone was something to fear. Her musk, earthy and heavy, was a punch to the senses with each inhale.

He reached out and cupped the underside of Her shaft. He could feel Her heartbeat as clearly as he would if his head were plastered to Her chest. He felt the blood pumping into it in droves, further driving it up, up, and up. It lengthened itself out at him, forcing him to lean his head back out of the way. He scooted back and rubbed Her length until finally She reached full stiffness. Her cock jutted at him with the arrogance and flash of a general returning to his people, triumphant. Jeremiah believed the tales of enemy armies fleeing at the sight of it. He felt the intense urge to run away right then and there. But of course, that would’ve been a terrible insult to his Queen, as well as a dishonor to him and his family. Any man could have a giant phallus, but it takes a hero to please one.

He grasped one paw around Her shaft, just being able to meet his thumb with his index finger around Her girth. He slid it down to the hilt, mapping Her cock’s unique and hard texture. His other paw cupped Her scrotum, between Her two giant orbs. Large as his paws were, they could not fit both of them in his palm. He lifted them and rolled them around, amazed by how heavy they were. He could only imagine how much seed was stored inside, waiting for his reception. His paw stroking Her cock pulled Her foreskin back over her glans, fully exposing the head. A fat droplet of precum seeped from Her slit and hit the floor between his knees with an audible pip. The smell was rancorous as well as sweet, driving his penis into a frenzy of its own.

He looked up at her. She looked impatient, as if there was something important he hadn’t done. He remembered. He was there to worship her, not just to have fun. “Forgive me, Your Highness. I am so confounded by the magnitude of Your cock that it renders me speechless. Willing as my body may be to please it, I don’t have the words to properly convey its immeasurable magnificence.”

“No, you do not.” She said sternly. “But you will try. Speak, wolf. What about My cock amazes you so that it robs you of your words?”

“A better question, Your Splendor, is where to start?” He stared down the barrel of that fleshy cannon. “You have the raw scale which surpasses anything the strongest of men can dream of. The energy required to make it hard must be incredible. I respect not just You for having it, but the few men who have seen it and not fled with panic. The stories I’ve heard are many, Your Enormity. You’ve emasculated men and impregnated as many women. The world should thank the gods every night that such a wonder of the flesh belongs to someone as merciful as You.” He took his hand off Her balls and stroked Her with two paws. “Beyond being so huge, You wield a cock most unique. I fear its size distracts from its beauty. The skin around Your pillar is smooth yet sturdy. The flesh is firm like a knight’s sword and just as powerful. The veins swimming around it are like Medusa’s loyal snakes, rendering it dangerous. Of course, such a bodily opus is sure to turn any man to stone.” He reached down and squeezed his erect penis. That managed to get a snicker out of Her. 

He grabbed Her testicles, one in each paw. He lifted them up. They were heavy enough to make the muscles in his arms strain. “And of course, I cannot forget nor ignore the mighty chambers of your seed.” He kneaded Her scrotum gently, rolling those enormous orbs around Her fleshy purse. “These are the fruit that bear the seed of the Empire. How many children have had the great fortune of being produced from them? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands?”

“2,389, as of now,” She said immodestly. “41 more women are with My child, as of now.”

“May there be 2,389 more, and another 2,389 after that.”

Her majesty laughed, pulsing Her scrotum in his grasp. “I fear I may be dead by the time I have the chance to breed that many women.”

“No matter the number, any child of yours makes the empire, and the entire world, better for being in it. May they all live long, healthy lives.”

She smiled and caressed the side of his face. “Your well wishes are heard and adored, My kind wolf. You say you have no words for My cock, yet once again you prove yourself a talented lyricist. Did Mernin know you spoke like this?”

“He told me to shower you in praise as best I can. I’ve been practicing what to say. I’m very pleased to find that many of my descriptions are either accurate or fall woefully short.”

“Regardless, you’ve done well.” She patted his cheek. “There is another thing I’d like you to do with that sweet mouth of yours, but it doesn’t involve words~”

He smiled brightly. His tail wagged behind him. “At once, Your Majesty~” He let go of Her balls and gripped the hilt of Her shaft. He tilted it towards his lips. Excited as he was, he couldn’t help but feel the return of trembling anticipation. How the hell am I supposed to take that in my mouth? Even if the size was more manageable, there was that exigent aroma that burned in his nose and sizzled his eyes. It was pleasant to breathe, but he was unsure if taking more than an entire maw load of it to the throat would be possible.

She sensed his fear and sifted Her claws through his hair. “Go as easy as you need, wolf. I’m a patient woman. Do not fret, you’ll be tasting my seed by the end of tonight, one way or another~”

He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to relax him or not, but the soft scritching across his scalp did. “Thank you, Your Beauty.” He took a quick breath, then closed the gap between his lips and the tip. He met Her juicy slit which was hot like cinder. The slime of Her precum dabbed into the fur around his mouth and onto his whiskers. He kissed Her sweetly, receiving the first taste of Her masculine product. It was as strong as he thought, instantly spilling across his taste buds the moment it entered his mouth. He cringed reflexively and his ears folded backwards. He did not stop, though. He kissed again and again until finally he learned to savor the sweet, if raunchy, flavor of Her precum. The smack of his lips was loud as he grew bold. He stuck his tongue out into her slit and looked up at her. She smiled at him through the gap between Her tits. She played with his hair, encouraging more of his tongue work.

He delivered, bringing his lips back to her cock and suckling on it in full. He balanced his two paws on the floor. His tail continued to wag, if more reserved now. The touch of that monstrous column to his formerly innocent mouth filled him with a joy so sharp that it made his muscles shiver. A chill billowed down his chest and tummy, hardening his nipples and tightening his scrotum. More precum dribbled from his cock in an amount far inferior to what he was currently dining on.

He gaped his maw further and enveloped her head entirely. The Queen sighed with delight. “Ahhh… That’s it, My sweet, sweet wolf~”

“Mmmmm~” He lathered his tongue along the underside of Her glans. The texture of Her cock’s skin was a joy to touch, but a downright sin to taste. Her girth fit in his mouth perfectly. It sat on his tongue with a warmth and heat that made his throat shudder and relax, begging for more. He indulged himself, furthering himself down that decadent pillar and gliding it along the length of his tongue. “Mmf… Mmm… Mmm… Mmmmm… Mmmmmmm~”

The Queen scratched behind his ears. Once again he had Her breathing through Her mouth. “Ohh… Now there’s a proper way for a wolf to use his mouth. Ahh… That feels good… You’ll be blessed by my seed in no time. Ohh~”

He could tell she wasn’t lying. The further his mouth came down on her, the more intense Her throbbing became. He moved his paws back to Her balls and massaged them. Down and down his mouth came until finally She struck the entrance to his throat. “Ulk!” Nope. He wasn’t going any farther than that, and his nose hadn’t even come close to touching Her pubis. He retreated until just Her tip was inside, then slid back. He started a steady bob back and forth, suckling and murring as he went. His eyes rolled into his head and closed as he surrendered himself to the supreme decadence of her masculine taste and supremacy. He had never felt so small, nor had he ever enjoyed it until now. Gliding that burdensome shaft up and down his tongue, milking more and more of that precious delight, he had never felt so safe. He wanted Her to cum so, so badly. The soft whimpers coming through his nose indicated that. “Mmm… Mmm… Mmmmmmm… Mmmmmmmm…”

The Queen was enjoying it just as well. Her pleasure surpassed his once she felt a great pressure build in her loins and lurch towards Her cock. “Hahhh… Wolf… Huhhh… I like that very much… Your mouth is like velvet… Huhhh… Do not stop.” He wouldn’t dare, not until She came. That moment was coming fast. The two of them felt it growing. His eagerness made him quicken. His tongue danced around Her column, wrapping, slurping, and whipping as it pleased. She throbbed in his mouth, then again, and then again. She was close. She made sure to tell him that. “Ahhh… Yes! Here it is… I’m cumming… Huhhh! Yes! Hah! Huuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!!”

The Queen’s hand slid to the back of his head and held on tight. The tendons in Her forearm bulged as She gripped his hair for dear life. He wasn’t going anywhere. Her cock burst in his mouth with a massive shot of cum. The thick muscle lining the underside of her shaft sunk and then inflated with each colossal pump. Titanic ropes of seed splurged directly into his throat, filling his maw to the absolute within only a few pumps.

Jeremiah’s eyes almost shot out of their sockets. He resisted the urge to pull away, but it wasn’t easy. The assault of Her orgasm was like a wallop to the chin, nearly knocking him flat. Her cum was thick and heavy, a far cry from the watery precum he had adjusted to. There was no chance to do so here as he was subjected to an absolute deluge of a nectar so strong it made his eyes water. He swallowed every bit he could, but not enough to match even a fraction of the amount She unleashed on him. His cheeks bowed out, and he was forced to come off.

Mercifully, She let him go, too weak to hold him back as an ecstasy most brilliant tore through Her. Her cock popped from his mouth with a wet schlop! He closed his mouth to swallow what was left, but Her Majesty was far from done. Her cock continued throbbing and pumping seed, smacking his cheek, neck, and face with more and more creamy love. He winced and turned his face away, but managed to grab her member and stroke out every bit that he could. Soon the thick ropes devolved into a turgid drip, and Queen Corunda’s orgasm was finally finished.

Her penis softened in his hold. He let it go so that it would slowly droop down. Though he watched it return to hang, he knew very well it wasn’t done with him. It was down, but certainly not out. He swallowed the last bit of cum that was in his maw and opened it to breathe. He gasped loudly, only to breathe in an atmosphere utterly saturated with the aura of Her climax. His cheek was heavy with a fat wad of splooge that clung to it warmly. More pearls of love were plotted across his neck and collar. An outright catastrophe of liquid ivory had made itself home on his chest and tummy. He felt like the most blessed man in the world.

The Queen wasn’t much better. She bowed forward slightly, hand on Her hip, huffing and puffing loudly. Her entire musculature ached with pleasure, most severely around Her loins, thighs, and buttocks. If the wolf was a virgin, as he should have been, then he had a very bright future ahead of him. That was a blowjob far superior than any of the other first-timers She had been with. She nearly dreaded to think what he would be capable of in just a few years with more experience.

Nearly.