“Ah, well done, wolf. That was something to admire. Whoooo.” She saw how defiled he was. If he was a good boy, there was more where that came from. “I pray you enjoyed that a fraction as well as I did. You are certainly more talented with your mouth than just spouting words.”

He licked his lips clean and flashed Her a smile even whiter than the cum drooling down his cheek. “Our pleasures may have been equal, Your Splendor. I’ve never felt so honored before I made you finish.”

“Consider it a happy exchange, then.” She held her hand out for him. He accepted it, and up. “I must say, though, you look dreadful.”

He looked down at himself. He was kind of nasty. “It’s nothing, Your Highness. The feel of Your seed is something I could revel in.”

“I don’t doubt it, but you’d rather not let it stick to your fur. It’s a clamor to get rid of, so My touchmen have told Me.”

“Ah, it certainly is. Is there a place where I may bathe?”

“There is, but you won’t be going there now.” She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer. She leaned forward and opened Her maw, revealing a terrifying array of needle sharp teeth sprouting out of black gums. Her tongue, a muscly serpent of dark blue that faded into black towards its forked tip, slithered out and lapped across his cheek. It swirled and flicked leisurely, taking its sweet time to clean up what She had left behind.

Jeremiah giggled. “Haha! Ahh… Thank you, Your Mercifulness. Hehe… Heh…”

She laughed with him. His face got clean, and She kissed his cheek, making it blush. Her tongue came to his neck and collar to continue cleaning. He held his head back, trustfully exposing the cords and vessels of his soft neck to Her hellacious maw. When She was done, She kissed around where Her cum had been, replacing one symbol of Her love with another. She surprised him when She fell to her knees and cleaned up his chest and belly. He was conscious of how close his penis was to her bosom. Her body pressed into him with each lick of her tongue, brushing her breast up against the underside of his cock. He blushed hard, hoping he wouldn’t cum and ruin Her immaculate chest.

The Queen finished cleaning him, leaving his fur spiky and shiny where She had licked. She kissed around his abs and chest before She stood back up. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged, pulling his head into the embrace of Her chest. His face poked up from Her cleavage, smiling from ear-to-ear. She smiled back and kissed his lips. “I think we should take this somewhere else. The throne room isn’t the best place for coitus.”

“Ah, I agree. Where will we go?”

“My chambers, of course. Won’t you join me?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She placed a hand on his back and on his chest. She leaned him back until he was ready to fall. Her hand on his chest slid to beneath his knees, and the next thing he knew he was being lifted into the air. She cradled him between Her bosom and the iron bars of her arms. He felt as light as a feather in her arms. “Let’s go, shall we~?” She waltzed down the throne room to the chamber doors, wolf in arms. He remained silent, unable to talk as both his face and his cock were firmly planted against the soft flesh of Her tits. She stopped before the giant double doors. “Open the doors!” She boomed, making him flinch. Her commanding voice was very unlike the gentle one he was used to. He understood how She was able to lead a battle.

The doors swung open, and the two nude lovers entered the hallway. Jeremiah caught the eyes of the guards who didn’t seem the least perturbed by Her Majesty’s nudity. It was just another Thursday for them. The doors slammed behind them, and they made their way to Her chambers. The Queen looked ahead with a casual smile on Her face, as if Her titanic cock, still wet at the tip with cum, weren’t swinging between Her thighs pendulously.

Mernin was there. He’d been listening in on their antics the entire time. He was grinning from ear to ear, and gave a very approving nod Jeremiah’s way. Jeremiah, face still smitten with Her Majesty’s boob, smiled back. They walked through those golden curtains of light, speckled by a gentle flock of dust motes. Jeremiah watched as Her brilliant red scales flashed spectacularly, before fading back into shadow. He was mesmerized, unable to bring his gaze anywhere else, both out of focus on Her beauty and that half of his head was glued to Her melon.

They came to the double doors leading to Her chambers. They were much smaller and guarded by a single armored kobold. He opened the door for them, and She stepped inside. The Queen’s bedroom was surprisingly ergonomic when compared to the extravagance of the rest of the palace. There were no windows. The only sources of light were the torches lining the walls. Every other one was lit, the ones between remained dark. Her colossal bed was concealed behind red curtains that hung from mahogany columns which rose up to the ceiling. The room was dark, but he could just make out an elaborate, concentric design of gold leaves and jewels on the ceiling.

She carried him over to the side of the bed where the curtains were parted and tied to the banisters. She laid him down on his back where he sank into the wondrously soft comforter. “Get in the middle,” She told him. He wiggled his way over to the center of the mattress. It was so large that he felt like he was on a deserted island. The Queen pulled the ties on the curtains, allowing them to fall down straight and cutting him off from the rest of the world. Everything went silent. He felt totally alone. Very little torchlight was able to seep through the nebulous curtains.  He heard footsteps as She stepped away from the bed. For a moment he wondered if She would ever come back. Perhaps he’d be stuck there for all eternity. He’d known Her for less than an hour, but already Her lack of company made him feel vulnerable.

She returned eventually, sneaking Her hands between the curtains and parting them like a show announcer making an entrance. She climbed onto the bed on Her knees. She was tall enough to not require Her arms for added balance. Her diamond headpiece was gone. Her cock had been wiped clean and was on its way to being erect again. It arched upwards slowly, towards him. She wasn’t anywhere near done with him. Not yet.

The curtains swung close behind Her. She knelt there, smiling at him. She flexed her cock, bouncing it upwards to signal Her readiness. Jeremiah’s sphincter tightened. He bit his tongue giddily. “Did you miss me?” She asked.

“Every moment without Your presence is a misery, Your Highness.”

“Rejoice, then. I am here.” She got on all fours and crawled over to him. Her tail swerved and swayed behind Her fluidly. She stood up on Her knees. “On your belly.” He obeyed, flipping himself over and cocking his tail to the side so that She could see his plump tush. She came around behind him, at his feet. His toes curled as he sensed the ominous loom of Her cock.

“I’m ready for You, Your Grace~” he purred.

“I know you are, but let’s make you even readier~” She grabbed his thighs and parted them. She laid down between them, depressing the mattress with Her incredible weight. She planted a pair of kisses on his butt, one for each haunch, then spread them open with Her thumbs. He blushed hard as he felt the combined wisp of air and stab of Her eyes upon his precious pink star. He tensed for what he knew came next. Even so, he still wasn’t ready.

The Queen’s forked tongue slid from Her lips and coiled its way down into his fleshy valley. It tickled his pucker. He jerked and gasped loudly, nearly pulling a muscle in his thigh. “Ah! Uhh…” Round and round Her tongue went, wetting his sweet tailhole and making it twitch. His penis swelled beneath him, letting loose another fat wad of precum. She opened Her maw and creeped Her tongue inside of him, eliciting another loud inhale. “Huuuuhhhhh~! Ahhhh!” A series of tremors rumbled his thighs as he felt Her tongue creep deeper and deeper. Her hot breath washed across his buttocks. The sensation was like a tickle so fierce that it seemed to shred his insides with pure delight. He buried his red-hot face into the comforter and groaned pitifully. His feet flexed and his legs writhed. He grabbed a fistful of the comforter and squeezed harder for every inch Her Majesty invaded.

The Queen was grinning deviously as he whimpered and squirmed beneath hHr. Her tongue winded, twisted, and jabbed erratically, hoping to return the favor his had done on Her cock. Her jaws chomped down on him at the same time Her tongue made its final plunge. That got a rise out of him, throwing his head back and out of the comforter so that the resulting moan which belted out of him went unmuffled.

“Huhhhhhhh~! Your Majesty! That feels… Ohh… That feels divine… Huhhh… Every fiber of me feels it… Your tongue is like a hot brand of delight… Ohhh… Yes~”

She chuckled, more than happy to hear him squeal. She chewed on his taut tailhole while Her claws sunk into his furry buttocks. She had Her fun for several more moments before hHer tongue retracted like a tape measure. Thwwwwip! Jeremiah squeaked like a girl and dug his face back into the bed. She chuckled and massaged his glutes. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Nnnnnnn…”

“I thought so. Just you wait~” She got up on Her knees. Her cpenis was erect, driveling a serious froth of thickish precum like some rabid monster. She grabbed his hips and lifted his ass into the air. “On your fours.”

His whole body vibrated. He yearned for what She planned to deliver, but the instinctual core of his brain kept him locked in place. He struggled to all-fours, positioning and presenting himself for Her. His tail lifted and drooped over to the side. He was all for Her.

“Good wolf~” She grabbed Her member and his hip, aiming at his tailhole. She pulled him closer so the two met. A fierce shudder shook him; his fur stood on ends. Her viscous precum sloshed and squished around his pucker as She teased and prodded her tip along his hole, affording him time to physically and mentally prepare. “Do you think you can take it?” She asked.

“I pray to the gods I can,” he huffed. “My soul craves it terribly, but my body may not be worthy.” He backed up on Her, mushing their intimates. “But I’ll die before I refuse to try~”

“I thought as much.” She rested her cock along his crack and slid it back and forth slowly. The thud of Her heartbeat rumbled against him. “Tell me how badly you want it. Let me hear those sweet words of yours. Beg for it, slut.”

“Ahhhh…” His body shook so badly he felt ready to faint. “I want it more than anything in the world, Your Highness. Yes, I’ve never starved for anything more desperately. You would make me the most joyous man that ever lived if You would bless my insides with your cock. Please… I am but a humble wolf…” He looked back at her with begging eyes. “Fuck me.”

“Of course. Here I come~” She lurched back, bringing Her cock off of his behind, and pressed it to his tail hole firmly. She gripped his midriff; he could sense the potential to crush his bones to dust. Her hips moved forward. A terrible pressure grew around his star until it began to distend.

“Ahh…” He bowed his head and gritted his teeth.

The Queen went slowly, but did not stop. The head of Her penis vanished into the grip of his ring which grew larger and larger. The pain was intense enough to make him hiss and gasp, but the hot buzz of Her pillar beating into his innards drove his desire for more. His sphincter dilated more and more until finally it met Her girth and swallowed the head with a sharp pop.

“Haaahhhh! Uhhhhhh…”

She rubbed around his lower back and up to his shoulders. “Ahhh, so good, my little wolf~” She went forward resolutely, burying that valorant column of throbbing meat inch by glorious inch. She closed her eyes and sighed through Her nose. The grasp of his flesh was lovely. His lower belly fattened around Her cock which reached up towards and past His navel. She squeezed His prostate mercilessly, triggering a steady flow of clearish precum from his cock. He moaned out loudly and scratched at the sheets. “Yes, sing for me~” She cooed. The hilt reached his ass, finally. Her scrotum pressed against the back of his thighs. She leaned Her head back and aimed Her face to the ceiling. Two jets of gray smoke burst through Her nostrils, filling the air with an oddly aromatic brimstone. The smoke cooled and suffused with the atmosphere, dousing them both in an arid fog.

It had begun.

She pulled Her hips back, retracting Her cock out of him before sending it back with a decisive thrust. He cried out with joy. She repeated again and again, hitting a mechanically precise tempo. Her entire length vanished. Her balls crashed into his backside with loud, meaty thwaps. The flesh of his ass and thighs had entire waves roll through them. His voice, so bombastic with turmoil, hiccuped on impact. Her mighty buttocks clenched and unclenched, driving Her cock like a piston.

Jeremiah’s feelings were clear as the bedroom reverberated with his shouts and moans. “Ohhhhhhhh gooooooods! Huuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yeeessssss! Please~! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” 

The Queen’s breath beat through Her nose, flaring Her nostrils. “Ohh, yes~ Sing for Me, little wolf. Mmf… Hahhh… Your sweet hole feels so good~ Oof…”

“Hahhhhhhhhhhh, my Queeeeeeeeeeeeeen… I…. Huhhhhhh… It’s so good… Ohhhhhhhhh!” Small spurts of precum came out of his dick every time Hers struck across his prostate. The euphoria was something so intense that he thought he’d died already. Nothing so mind-destructive could be possible in any mortal realm.

But it was, and Jeremiah received the full brunt of it. His cries turned into squeals as his climax approached. He tried announcing it, but the poor wolf’s vocabulary had been smashed to bits by his Queen’s godly fuckstick. His voice hit a feminine pitch when he came. His penis spat out a single rope of cum that shot far past his head and splatted on the sheets. More followed, albeit in a pattern far more chaotic. His knot burst painfully, although that was more than whited out by the crippling vice of ecstasy.

The Queen kept thrusting, a proud smile on Her face. She slowed down, but did not stop until he was finished. She wanted to drag it out for as long as She could. Jeremiah eventually slumped his face to the comforter, signaling the end of his climax. She relented, finally. She hummed a comforting tune to him as Her elegant hands swam around his twitching back. “That’s a good little wolf~ I like it when men cum for Me~”

	Jeremiah was hardly cognizant. The orgasm had ended, but the residual pleasure and Her still embedded penis kept him delirious. He groaned throatily for some time, collecting himself. Her Majesty was patient. “I- I- I… Hohhhhh gods… F-f-f-fuck… That was incredible… I’m in shock…”

“I noticed. You took Me quite well.”

“Yes…” He managed a proud smile. “It was so good… So good… So good…”

She patted his rump. “Good boy, but we’re not finished.” She pulled out of him slowly, just as erect as She had gone in. Her head came out with a meaty puhp, leaving his tailhole a gnarly O of pink. He collapsed onto his belly. He reached back and fingered his newly stretched cavity. The Queen’s cock was a grimy mess, smeared in a discordant mix of her precum and his mucous. She stroked it at mid-length, letting out a few more droplets that fell on his butt. Her second load had been on the brink of erupting when he came. This time She would not be cut so short. She pried Her fingers beneath his ribs and flipped him over onto his back. Splats of his own seed were stuck to his tummy and chest from where he’d fallen into it. Her Majesty chuckled. “Quite the mess we made, isn’t it?”

He looked down at himself and frowned. “I fear it is.”

“Don’t fret. There’s more on the way~” In one sudden movement She grabbed his ankles and tore them up into the air. She dragged him towards Her in one draconian yank. Her cock slid on top of his, smothering it totally. He felt its weight settle down on him like a sleeping bear. Though it remained dormant, he still felt those throbs and pulses of urgency. He’d had it inside of him already, but seeing how far it would reach inside still made him tense with anxiety.

He touched a single finger to her leaking slit. “Will you cum inside me, Your Highness?” He swiped away some precum and suckled his finger clean, his eyes still locked with Hers.

She gave him a toothy grin. “I shall, and will so again and again for as long as I will have you, and judging by how you’ve done so far, it would appear that will be a very, very long time.” She grabbed Her tool and lurched back. She pressed it to his hole again. She did not waste any time. With one curt nudge She was inside of him. She grabbed his ankles and thrusted forward until Her heavenly pillar made itself home in his ass. His face contorted as a sweet howl bellowed out of him. She laid down on top of him. His legs were as open as they could go, ankles held high in the air above and behind Her giant red ass. Her bosom sat on his neck, just beneath his chin. She completely blanketed him. She fucked him deep and hard, throwing every appropriate muscle to work. Her buttocks clenched, Her abs crunched, Her thighs bucked, and Her cock swelled. Her iron balls swung out in a majestic arc, crashing hard with each return. Second to Jeremiah, the bed was Her greatest victim, creaking and moaning beneath their combined weight.

It went unnoticed thanks to his screaming. He said Her name, cried to the gods, pleaded for more, squealed his approval. It sounded as though the entire empire would know just how spectacular Her cock felt. He didn’t care if they did. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. He wanted them to know. He came again, and again, and again, until it didn’t feel like one was separated from the next. She milked him like a prize cow, drilling out every last drop of cum as it accumulated between their bellies.

She remained quiet through most of it, content to close Her eyes and simply listen to his beautiful melody. That was until She felt Her own climax on the approach, thundering forward like a runaway locomotive. Her face tightened into a scrunch. Another burst of smoke rocketed from Her nostrils. “Hohhhh… Yes… I’m going to cum… Huhhh! Yes… I’m going to cum~!”

“OHHHHH YES PLEASE GODS YOUR MAJESTY CUM INSIDE OF ME. YES! YES!”

A few more thrusts followed, and Queen Corunda of House Silicaea, Empress of Altrea, obeyed the servant. Her hips crashed forward, plunging his into the mattress. Her head whipped back as a victorious shout rang out of her. “GAAAHHHHHHH~~~!!!” The titanic muscles lining Her buttocks and thighs flexed with all of their might, bulging Her scales. They twitched and shook while her scrotum swelled and contracted.

Squirsh. Squirsh. Squirsh

She unloaded everything Hhe had on him, a treasure that outweighed even the one before it. Her nectar flooded his insides until it squelched and bubbled out violently from between his ass and Her shaft. Naturally, he came too. He had hardly anything left, but he let it go zealously. The orgasm alone was amazing, but the sensation of Her thick and rich seed billowing through his insides was something else entirely. With his head still poking out from the top of Her breasts, he cried out with Her, his little wolf face turning as red as it would go.

The Queen stayed there for a few moments, huffing and puffing thin, white poofs of smoke from Her maw. She pushed herself up to a kneeling position and pulled out of him. She slapped Her cock on his belly as the last few globs of white crudeness belched from her slit, puddling onto his fur. A flood of it came gushing out of him, splooging across the comforter between his ass and Her knees. Jeremiah was gone. She’d fucked every last bit of sense out of him. He laid there as limp as a wet noodle, arms splayed out, head cocked to the side. Incoherent nonsense muttered through his lips. “Muh… Fuh… Uhh… Guh… Mmmm… Shi…”

The Queen wasn’t in much better shape. Her entire pelvic region was numb with pleasant shock. She couldn’t halt the occasional throb of her member which began its gradual descent back into a hang. It’s job was complete. It had done well. She sighed contently and laid down next to him on Her back. She held his paw and looked at him. “How was that, my sweet wolfy?”

His eyes fluttered open to meet Hers. He remembered where he was and laughed weakly. “Otherworldly, Your Talent. My ancestors spending their eternity in paradise have not known such delight. I am the most blessed man there is, I can attest to that. Ohh…” He rubbed around his lower belly where there burned the aftermath of her penetration. Now that the ecstacy was fading, it wasn’t going to be easy walking or sitting down. “As great as that was, I may not be as built for it as I would hope… Ah…”

“Relax, then. I’d rather not kill you. You’re too valuable to me~” She reached over him and grabbed his opposite arm. She pulled him on top of Her, settling his head between her boobs; his furry little face popped out through the top. His cheeks were mushed up by her flanking mounds. He held onto Her like a bear climbing a tree. With as much energy as he could muster, he wagged his tail. She rubbed his upper back soothingly and kissed his lips. He was so light, but also so warm and fluffy. If he was just a few sizes bigger She could’ve used him as a blanket. I’m glad Mernin chose you.” She said. She wasn’t lying.

“As am I, Your Beauty. I owe him a great debt. I think I’ll thank him next time I see him.”

“Why not now?” She asked. He raised an eyebrow. “Did you hear that, Mernin?” She called out. “He gives you his thanks.” Jeremiah wondered why She bothered calling out considering it wasn’t loud enough to be heard through the doors. He wondered up until he heard a quick shuffle of feet outside the curtains followed by an opening and slamming of the door. The Queen chuckled. “He does that sometimes. He was my first, so I let him.”

Jeremiah laughed nervously. It would be a while before he would grow used to an audience. “I suppose being the first touchman has its benefits.”

“It does, ones that you will have as well~” She kissed his nose and patted his butt. “You’re free for now. I’ll have someone fetch your tunic from the throne room and run you a bath.”

“Thank you, Your Grace. What will You do?”

“Me? I’m exhausted. You’re quite the broodmare. You drained Me of all my energy. There aren’t any pressing matters to attend to. I think I’ll have Myself a nap.”

“Oh.” He stayed quiet for a few moments. He looked off into the distance, thinking.

She read his mind. “Would you like to sleep with Me?”

He smiled, embarrassed. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

She smiled too, and kissed his forehead. “Sleep, then. You’ve more than earned it.”

He closed his eyes. “Thank you, Your Beauty,” he murmured, then quickly fell asleep.

She played with his hair as he snoozed within the sweet embrace of Her bosom. He looked so young, so innocent. He was not the first touchman, and he would not be the last, gods willing, but more than all of them, she found him unfailingly adorable. She laid Her head back and closed Her eyes, ending the first day of what would be a very long and successful career for a very blessed wolf.

THE END