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Sovereign's Secrets: Coming Full Circle

By Mantrid Brizon

(04/06/2019)

Gasping and panting for breath, Claricia opens her eyes and turns her head. The short and soft coat of fur covering her body is still damp and matted from her sweat. Her musk fills the room as she lay back. Kneeling beside her, Coralus watches on, his eyes aglow. He could not hide his pride no matter how much he tried. His hand, resting upon the mare queen's flat belly, strokes her moist fur so tenderly as he looks to her with a smile. Kneeling beside him, Rosamund aids Sybilla, holding up Avelina's legs as they help the midwife with the birth of her child. By chance, on the morning of September fourth, both of Koralus' lovers went into labor.

On the second of the month, Koralus was freed by Claricia, who'd finished nine months of slavery; Avelina is free by default with the birth of her child. Standing and watching amidst the crowd of Black-Mane were twelve horse Voeldahn women, Marota and the other eleven that Koralus had been forced to breed with during his slavery. All of them placed hands beneath their engorged bellies, cheering for him as he was freed before the tribe. Every Black-Mane expected the infatuated Claricia to release him, but even many of the women that Koralus had been ordered to impregnate did not expect the following.

Claricia proclaimed him to not only be free, but an official member of the Black-Mane. Further shocking her citizens, the mare queen immediately revealed both her and Avelina's intention to become his wives. And so it was that on the third day, Koralus married Claricia before the tribe. Wedding plans were immediately drafted; Koralus and Avelina will say their vows before the idol after her recovery. Though only a day after the mare queen's wedding, and two since the announcement, word is spreading like a wildfire. Being the first human Black-Mane is one thing, as is being married to their elected queen, but the first to have two wives in over a century is another entirely.

Lying on her back as she recovers from her ordeal, a teenage servant girl hands Claricia a vial of potion. The mare queen sips the bitter-sweet remedy that with rejuvenate her strength. Looking to the servant as she hands her the empty vial, she only wants to see her baby. She'd birthed a healthy son only two hours before Avelina, who is nearly done herself.

“We'll bring your son in as soon as Avelina has finished." The teenager softly replies.

Claricia nods. Turning her head once again, she watches Avelina who clutches tightly to two sticks and grits her teeth, biting down on a piece of leather.

“Almost there." Sybilla says, her hands outstretched toward Avelina's pelvis.

“You're doing so well!" Rosamund cheers her on.

With a loud groan, Avelina falls limp, her mouth hanging open as the leather bit falls from her maw. Her fingers release the sticks and she slumps back against a series of pillows, her head turning under the weight of her horse-like muzzle. A faint crying opens her tired eyes, turning to see the tiny being that Sybilla carries away from her. Rosamund finishes the final steps as Avelina completes the last phases of her pregnancy, while Sybilla cleans the child's body. Claricia watches with a little smile as Sybilla peeks outside and motions for someone to approach. How eagerly she's awaited this moment.

Entering the room, a young servant girl holds Claricia's son in her arms, while Rosamund approaches Sybilla. Claiming the bundle from her, the mink girl returns to present Avelina with her own child. Koralus stops them to look over each infant for a moment, softly stroking the cheeks of his children. Their faint sounds soften at his touch, a fact that warms both women's hearts. Gently presenting the bundles to the women who've birthed them, they lay on their backs and within arm's reach of each other. Claricia is handed her son first, but Avelina is still in the dark. What has she given her new husband?

“Well?!" She weakly but excitedly asks.

“It's a healthy baby boy." Rosamund replies with a wide grin.

“Oh, thank the gods." Avelina tears up.

Taking the bundle, Avelina cradles the baby, unwrapping her son to get a better look. Rosamund offers her the same strengthening tonic that Claricia had consumed, but Avelina is far too distracted to care; she sets it aside for later use. The women's eyes scan their sons, while Koralus sits between them, on the floor, planted near their hips. Claricia glances over to Avelina, who lovingly cradles her son, as she does herself.

“How does it feel to be free?" The mare queen asks.

“Almost as good as seeing and holding him." Avelina coos, her gaze fixated upon her child.

A grinning Claricia returns her eyes to her son; the women marvel at their forms. Both children are horse Voeldahn, as they should be; if Koralus were a horse Voeldahn and they were humans, their babies would be human. Their fur doesn't match their mothers, however. Claricia has a brownish coat that looks like tanned skin, with hair and a tail of sandy blonde. Avelina has an even more conventional appearance, with equally brown fur on her body, flesh colored fur on her chest, belly and breasts, and white fur masking her face and covering her hands and hooves. Her platinum blonde hair is naturally dreadlocked and decorated with colorful feathers and light blue bindings.

Their sons, however, a product of breeding with the human, are starkly different. The horse Voeldahn boys have a faint but visible coat of bright gold fur, colored like expensive champagne. It's the color of Koralus' hair, which he has continued to dye a bluish-black in order to show his loyalty to his former owner and now wife, the mare queen. Though they're far too young to have discernable hair on their heads, their horse-like tails are platinum blonde. Hooves are a light brown, as are their flesh throughout their bodies. Sliding closer together, the two mare Voeldahn press themselves against Koralus as they compare their offspring; the boys have two mothers and the same father, but could easily be mistaken for twins!

The infants open their big, emerald eyes, looking up at the odd family of which they belong; they're Koralus' eyes. Rosamund watches in the background, a tinge of jealousy stinging her chest as the human sits between the two horse women, holding and speaking sweet words to his newborn sons. Sybilla departs the manor, placing the slave, Rosamund, in charge of the women's care; she's had the proper training in preparation for this moment. While this would otherwise be frowned upon, Rosamund has proven her loyalties. She wears a leather collar merely for show, but her door isn't even locked, nor is she guarded; the mink princess from the small kingdom of the eastern marshlands has no desire to leave.

“What do you wish to name him?" Claricia suddenly asks her husband.

“I-I get to name him?!" Koralus asks, his grin as wide as can be.

“You are their father. It's your right; one of the few we give the males." Avelina teases.

Koralus pauses for a moment, clearly taking the time to think of names for the two boys. He looks back and forth between them while his lover's wait in silence. Finally, his lips curl into a little grin; Koralus seems quite pleased with his thoughts.

“Drogo..." He says, looking at Claricia's baby. “And Günther." He looks to the other.

“Those are... Interesting choices." Claricia remarks.

“You don't like them?" Koralus sounds hurt.

“It's not that I don't, it's just..." Claricia hesitates.

“What she means is, they might sound better if we understood why you chose them." Avelina quickly interjects.

“They were the two guards in my family's castle, who allowed me to escape after my father condemned me to death... When Stella came for me, they witnessed my release and said nothing. If not for Drogo and Günther, these little ones wouldn't be alive today." He says, his eyes glossy with tears.

With a son in each arm Koralus kisses their foreheads, softly nuzzling each one with great care. Claricia and Avelina are touched, their eyes welling up. The mares glance toward each other, nodding silently in agreement.

“In that case, it's an honor to name them after such fine, moral warriors." Claricia says, resting a hand on her husband's shoulder.

“I agree. You couldn't have chosen better." Avelina adds, resting her hand on his other shoulder.

“Thank you. This means a lot to me." He speaks softly.

After sharing a moment with his family, Koralus hands Drogo back to Claricia, then passes Günther to his mother, Avelina. Rosamund stands in awe, watching as Koralus leans back and makes himself comfortable between the two horse Voeldahn women. She'd heard the rumors that Koralus was not only of nobility but actual royalty. Some say that he is a son of the great kingdom in the west. This makes him only more appealing to her; she was once a princess, and that would've made him an ideal fit, especially considering how many marriages are political.

Lying back and with his exhausted females, Koralus aids them with his sons, but as Rosamund prepares the feast she notices something troubling. They're nearly out of spices! Cooking the lavish meals for her owner and the others, she quietly serves their food.

“Thank you, Rosamund." Claricia speaks softly.

“You're welcome, my queen... Begging the queen's pardon, but may I bring something to your attention?"

“You may."

“We're nearly out of spices, my queen. What would you like me to do?"

“Which spices?" Claricia asks.

“All of them." Rosamund answers.

After a silent stare, Claricia nods her head once and waves her mink slave girl out of the room.

“Where did you even buy those spices?" Koralus asks, cutting into a well-seasoned steak.

“The spice merchant... He travels with the slavers, whom I bought you from." Claricia answers.

Koralus' knife stops in place. He turns his eyes toward his first wife, then shifts his head, looking at Avelina, who will soon be his second. Avelina and Koralus share a gaze, their mutual displeasure with the slaver's evident.

“I suppose I'll have to send you!" Claricia chirps, a little grin on her face. “Eager for your first quest as a freed man, my husband?"

“If I have too." He feigns a disappointed sigh.

“Take Rosamund and the usual trade convoy and head south. They use the same places, changing every month. This month, they're a three-day ride toward the river of snakes." Claricia explains.

“You don't want to wait until you're well enough to travel?" Koralus asks.

“No. Honestly, I would send you even if I was; I don't like that area, and I trust you to do well. You're a smart man, Koralus." She coos, stroking his cheek.

Leaning in, they share a few tender kisses. Their tongues briefly caress, and so Avelina tugs at his hide vest, a traditional garment of Black-Mane males. Turning around, Koralus and Avelina share just as many loving kisses.

“Oh, and be careful with Rosamund." Claricia comments.

“She won't escape." Koralus assures her.

“I know she won't. I just meant be careful, because she wants you." Claricia casually remarks.

“Yes, I've noticed that too." Avelina interjects.

“I'm sure she regrets not letting you take her when she had the chance." Claricia chuckles.

“Yes... I know." Koralus sighs.

“What's wrong?" Avelina cocks her head.

“I admit I recognized the signs a long time ago, but I didn't want to lead her on or make either of you jealous." He begins.

“How sweet." Claricia coos.

“Though it sometimes bothers me that so many women desire my body. It's a blow to my self-worth." He explains.

“Poor Koralus." Avelina cutely protrudes her lower lip.

“I don't believe she only wants your body; I think she's in love with you. I can tell from her gaze." Claricia retorts.

“Oh..."

“Does she please you?" Claricia presses.

"I like having her around; she's easy to talk too, and we share a similar background." He answers honestly.

“Understandable, but does she please you?" Claricia asks again, her tone shifting.

“Oh! ... She's certainly very attractive." Koralus admits, a little smile forming across his lips. “B-but I have a hard-enough time with two wives."

"Slaves aren't wives, and I never intended to free her." Claricia explains.

"But a pregnant slave won't be a slave for very long." Avelina interjects.

"He can cross that bridge when he comes to it." Claricia remarks.

"Are you trying to talk me into having sex with Rosamund?" Koralus asks, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"I'm reminding you that you're a Black-Mane and my husband. My slave is now your slave, and you haven't been able to properly release in over a month, given our conditions. While I appreciate your loyalty, I understand that you have needs too, and I feel badly that we couldn't meet them." Claricia begins.

“Likewise." Avelina nods.

“You'll both be ready in days, and we still have a second child to work on." Koralus reminds Claricia.

“But you're going to be gone fetching us spices!" Claricia chirps.

“I'm still doing that?"

“... I've grown used to Rosamund's cooking Koralus... Don't ask me to eat charred meat and boiled potatoes again." Claricia sternly replies, resting a hand firmly on the back of his head.

“At least she'll be willing, and we like her!" Avelina adds.

A flabbergasted Koralus sits there in silence, looking between the two mares. One is already a wife and the other soon-to-be, but he's surprised that either would accept yet another addition, even if a temporary one. He'd be lying if he hadn't considered Rosamund. As they'd said, with the advanced state of his women's pregnancy, he's gone a long time without any attention.

“Yeah, alright." Koralus sighs.

“Alright, what?" They ask.

“Alright, I'll fetch your precious spices." He says, rising to his feet. “But when I come back, I want to see a clean manor and dinner on the table." He teases.

“Shut up and pack." Claricia giggles.

Heading for the door of the room, an eavesdropping Rosamund hears his footsteps and quietly darts into the next. Passing her by without notice, the mink girl can hardly contain her grin at the thought. Even as loyal as he is, can a man so pent-up resist the wiles of a slender, large breasted, virginal mink princess? Her loins moisten at the mere thought, and she bites her bottom lip. Rosamund's mind is made up to test him the first chance she gets. Moving from room to room, Koralus packs several bags and instructs the guards, who obey him as if he where the chieftain.

As Claricia's husband, he's automatically become the second in command, even above every female general. It's the most power a male has had in the Black-Mane for generations. Finding Rosamund in the kitchen, he instructs her to pack a bag and join him in the main hall. No sooner than she approaches, he clips a leash onto her leather collar, quietly apologizing to her. She looks back with an innocent smile, nodding her head in a silent request for him to lead the way. Though it's well into the afternoon, they opt to leave anyway. They'll ride well into the night, just to make up time. Using a map to plan the route, Koralus is certain that by dawn of the third day, they'll arrive.

Rosamund leans against the railing of the chariot, several hours into their ride. She stretches the muscles in her back, shifting her buttocks and jutting it out for Koralus to gaze upon. He doesn't disappoint, drinking in her form with each look. Standing tall, she leans closer to the human as he drives the chariot, a detachment of guards on horseback and a caravan of carts following behind. Though most are empty, one bears their supplies and tents. Koralus looks to Rosamund, who leans in as if expecting a kiss. She blinks, staring in silence.

“Yes?" He finally asks.

“May I ask you something, master?"

“Koralus." He corrects her.

“Apologies. I was keeping appearances... I've heard a rumor among the Black-Mane that you're actually the heir to the throne of the great western kingdom. Is that true?"

“... It is." He answers after a pause.

“Really?!" She gasps, coving her gaping maw with a clawed hand.

“Yes. I am the son of Kranton."

“I'm so sorry, prince!" She rests a hand gently on his bicep.

“Why?" He raises a brow.

“You're the heir to the great western kingdom, yet you spent nearly a year as a slave! Don't you miss your kingdom and the chance to sit upon the throne?!"

“Not really."

A dumbfounded Rosamund stares with wide eyes, her sapphire orbs burning a hole into him. Glancing at her repeatedly, Koralus realizes that she doesn't fully understand his position.

“I hated my family. They were... Cruel people, to say the least. I never wanted the throne to begin with; I'm one of the few nobles who can honestly make that claim. I only ever wanted a peaceful life. Maybe it's hard for you to understand, but I love Claricia and Avelina and I'm grateful for my life here. I'm glad that I was sold, otherwise I might still be suffering; I'm not anymore." He explains.

“But what about all of those women?" Rosamund asks.

“Claricia made a claim and she had to follow through, but she regretted it. I'll admit that being forced to mate with and impregnate some dozen mares made me feel less than valuable, but it ended as soon as it was within Claricia's power."

“And for all that, you're not angry? You don't resent her?"

“What good would it do?" He shrugs.

“Sometime I still resent her..." Rosamund admits.

“When I was first bought by Claricia, I prayed for many nights to a god that I believed abandoned me. At first, I didn't see any change, but now I have everything I've ever asked for. I'm married to a good woman, soon-to-be two, I have two healthy sons and I'm a freed man in a tribe where I actually hold some respect among my peers. It's honestly more than I ever wanted, and it's a good life." Koralus continues, his lips curled into a little smile.

“Is all of that really better than ruling a kingdom?" Rosamund asks.

“Anything is better than ruling a kingdom, but having a loving family especially, and from the way those two act, I don't doubt that they love me."

“Neither do I." She murmurs.

Rosamund rests a hand on his shoulder, giving him a little hug. With her cheek resting upon his shoulder, she turns her big blue eyes up to him.

"You're a good man, Koralus. I've never met one like you before."

"I'm just a man..." He turns his eyes toward her. “But thank you for the kind words."

Riding until late at night, they find a suitable place to camp. With the edge of Black-Mane territory close, and heading in the opposite direction of the now allied land of the Red Paws, the experienced soldiers caution Koralus. Though he could order them to press on, he concedes to their knowledge and they make camp. Using torches for light, the caravan unpacks, setting up their tents. Many of the caravanners are quite tired from the long day, as they'd awoken in the morning. Koralus, however, seems energized. His first week as a freed man has him invigorated.

Though the husband of their queen and not expected to work, Koralus surprises the Black-Mane tribesmen and women by assisting in the camp's construction and overseeing the placement of their tents. With a keen eye, he establishes as strong a defense as the camp could hope for, and soon, everyone is off to bed, save for the first watch. Leading Rosamund into a tent by her leash, he drops the leather cord and sets up her cot. She watches as her owner prepares a place for her to sleep, as if she were a good friend spending the night at his home. He was always a kind and considerate man, but he now goes above and beyond what she would've ever expected.

Without saying a word, Koralus looks at her for a moment. Rosamund steps closer, gazing up at him with longing. She can see the dichotomy within him as his eyes swiftly scan her voluptuous form. Clenching a fist, he rests a hand on her shoulder, wishing her goodnight before stepping out of her tent and returning to his own, just beside hers. He doesn't bother to tether her leash to the cot; she's free to roam. After sitting on the cot for some time, deep in thought, she rises to her feet. What would he do if she simply confronted him? Could and would he resist her then?

Stepping outside of her tent very carefully and quietly, the barefoot Rosamund looks around. A few guards walk in circles in the distance, taking the first shift. However, she's confident that they cannot see her. Tiptoeing to the nearest tent, she extends a hand. A faint groaning comes from within, causing her to pause. It's Koralus. Is he not alone?! Now more curious than ever, Rosamund carefully spreads the flap and pokes her head inside, peering into the tent. To her surprise, she sees that Koralus is alone; he's masturbating. Lying back on his cot and with his eyes closed, he strokes his large cock in full view of the mink girl, his boots and pants entirely removed.

Intrigued and aroused by the sight, she stands bent over, her head poking inside and her body outside. After a moment, she cannot control herself. Rosamund's right hand reaches down, slowly worming its way beneath her dress. She bites her lower lip and holds her breath as she begins to rub her loins. She softly strokes her clitoris, feeling the slick fluids as she coats her fingertips. Her body is eager for the experience, and she's more than ready. Working her aching pussy, her eyes suddenly bulge at a horrifying realization; her entire body is visible to any passing guards, masturbating in front of them should they be looking. Rosamund steps inside of his tent.

Hearing the flap shifting somewhat loudly, his eyes open and Koralus stares at Rosamund, who stands just within his tent. With a hand underneath her dress, her eyes are narrowed with lust. She shifts her hand beneath her dress, using the other to lift it. The silver furred mink girl reveals her vagina and auburn pubic fur to her master, who lay back with a hand gripping his eight-inch-cock. His eyes immediately gaze upon her dark, supple flesh, his breath shaking with desire. He cannot deny his urges. Her charcoal colored flesh, her nipples, lips and loins, glisten in the soft light of Koralus' oil lamp.

“May I serve you, master?" She sweetly and innocently asks.

Reaching out to her, his arm outstretched, she happily steps closer. Her pawlike feet shuffle in the grass that carpets his tent, her long, bushy tail swaying with delight. As soon as she's close enough, Koralus takes her into his arms, his hand releasing his girthy phallus. He rests his nose against the soft, silver fur of her belly, smelling her before he kisses her flat stomach. His hands run down her back and reaches beneath her dress, caressing her thighs as he works his way up to her perfect ass. She trembles at his touch, slowly opening her dress before allowing it to fall into a heap at her feet.

Lowering his head, the human sniffs her pubic fur, which is as soft as the rest of her. While one hand grips her plump behind, the other runs around her hips before sliding down her front and gliding over her pubic fur. The inner blade of his hand brushes her nether lips as he rests it on her inner thigh, right between her legs. Stroking his head with her clawed fingers, Rosamund moans and leans forward. An outstretched hand feels around his pelvic area and she soon finds the large organ she so desires. Gripping firmly but not tightly, she carefully strokes his cock, feeling the heat from his rock-hard phallus.

“I think about that night often, master." She speaks in a hushed voice. “The night I should've let you take me but didn't... I regret being too afraid to let allow you inside of me."

Though Koralus hears her, he doesn't say anything. He's far too enthralled with her body to answer. With his neck craned as she stands at the edge of his cot, bent over and massaging his penis, he buries his nose in her auburn pubic fur and softly licks her clitoris.

“Mmm!" She subdues a moan, closing her sapphire eyes tightly.

Hands suddenly grab her hips. A switch has been flipped, and he cannot stop now even if he wanted too. Standing up, he steps around her and they trade places. Koralus guides Rosamund onto the cot, lying her flat on her back on the make-shift bed, which is surprisingly wide. Was it built for two, or do the horse Voeldahn simply require a cot this size? Kneeling on the cot and between her legs, Koralus rests his hands behind her knees and lifts her legs. Spreading them apart, he uses a hand to carefully open her nether lips. There, at a glance, he discovers her hymen is still intact; Rosamund is still a virgin.

Leaning forward, he rests his meaty organ against her groin, his large and heavy balls pressing against her nether lips. The soft hairs on his scrotum tickle her pussy and the weight and size of his member begins to intimidate her. How will she fit such a large package into her taut body? Koralus rests his face between her ample, D-cup breasts, smelling her natural feminine scent. He kisses each breast, working his way outward before licking the flesh of her nipples. She cannot help but moan as her human master begins gently suckling on her nipples, a hand massaging her plump mounds.

Pulling away from her, he takes his member into his hands and rubs the head against her nether lips, teasing her vagina, which has long since become soaking wet. Her fluids run from her body and toward her tail, so Koralus presses the tip against her anus, dragging it upward as if scooping up her juices. With the tip of his flesh glistening like a bar of gold in the sunlight, Rosamund watches with glee, her mouth agape as she awaits the most important and desired moment of her adult female life. Pushing his flesh against hers, the stiff member spreads her loins.

The mink girl bites her bottom lip as her master's big cock spreads her. Before the head is even half-way inserted, he breaks the flesh of her hymen, stealing her virginity from her. She gasps, her eyes wide and her body shaking. Why does it hurt? She's felt pleasure, but this isn't it. Somehow, though, she doesn't want him to stop. Seeing her expression, Koralus remembers his youth, which wasn't all that long ago. The virginal Stella and Izvanya both felt him as their first. He leans in and nuzzles her cheek, kissing her softly and wrapping his arms around her body. Her breasts press against his chest as he hugs her, ceasing his penetration.

“I'm sorry." He whispers into her ear. “It'll pass."

“O-okay." She replies, her arms pulling tightly against him.

After giving her a minute, Koralus continues his work, driving his organ slowly deeper and deeper into her body. Her fingers coil and her black claws scratch him, some of them cutting rather deeply. He grits his teeth but tries not to groan or cry out. He doesn't want to startle her or ruin her first experience. Even now, the human is considerate of the slave with whom he's having sex with. It almost makes him chuckle; how different he is from his family, who'd have sexually tortured this poor girl in so many awful ways. Moving his head over hers, Rosamund finds herself surprised as Koralus first gazes into her eyes, as if he loved her, before giving her a passionate kiss.

It's not the kiss of a brutish thug, an animal consumed by lust. He's gentle and compassionate, his lips caressing her before he ever considers exploring her mouth with his tongue. Even then, it's gradual and comforting. She's kissed men before in her youth, and Koralus is a cut above them all, even the older ones who should've had more experience. With his arms embracing her, his lips against hers and his member very slowly inching its way deeper into her body, stretching her vaginal canal to its limits, she feels something happening; the mink girl begins to melt, her pain turning into pleasure and her lust turning into something more substantial.

Feeling her body's subtle response, Koralus realizes that she's now ready, and he's more than eager to please. This is the first vagina that he's felt in nearly fifty days, and it's absolutely wonderful. To his recollection, she feels as good if not better than Petrona, the panda girl who'd molested him the night before he was sold to Claricia. With a firm push, Rosamund's pussy expels a little puff of air, and she feels herself flushing with embarrassment. She almost apologizes, but before she can speak, Koralus pulls back and shoves in even harder. Gasping with pleasure, he kisses her with more fervor than the last time.

With every passing second, his lust consumes him and he becomes more and more carnal. This, however, matches Rosamund's pace; their desire and pleasure evolve together, and she never feels as though he's too forceful or not forceful enough; he's perpetually perfect. As her body succumbs to his skillful manipulations, it's almost unbelievable that a man this good even exists. With firm, regulated thrusts he drives his big cock into and out of her stretched pussy, and Rosamund feels the pleasure in full. She moans into his shoulder and even bites him to try and control herself.

“Nngf. Don't, baby." He grunts. “You're, nngf, my slave, nngf, remember? I can, nngf, use, nngf, my slave."

“Ahhh!" She cries out, her head flying back.

The whole camp surely heard this, but Koralus doesn't care and now neither does Rosamund. With her master's assurance that it isn't a problem, she gasps, groans and squeals as he pummels her little pussy at his leisure. Plop, plop, plop; his full balls slap against her butt, just beneath her tail as he drives himself into and out of her body. Her black claws rake his flesh, leaving red trails everywhere as she lay back, enjoying the bliss of her master's body. He grunts louder and thrusts a little harder. Rosamund's toes spread apart and curl, her legs drawing in and bending at the knees. Her tail sways to and fro, dancing with joy.

Her legs squeeze his hips and her arms grip tightly to his sweaty body. Rosamund's own silver fur begins to matt from her sweat, the tent filling with the musk of a Voeldahn woman being thoroughly pleasured. She coils into a subtle crescent as he pounds himself into her. Plop, plop, plop. She can hardly stand it.

“Ahh. Ahh. AHH. AHH! NNNGGAAAAHHHH!!!" She squeals.

A grunting Koralus' lips curl into a pleased grin as he feels the mink orgasming with great ferocity. To his surprise, however, Rosamund's body reacts somewhat differently. Though her vaginal canal clamps down like a mountain lion biting the neck of its prey, her loins don't expel the usual, creamy white ooze. Instead, a geyser of fluid erupts from her quivering pussy, splashing him with the steaming hot, clear liquid. So startling is this reaction that he shoves himself into her, pauses, and looks down between her large breasts to watch. With her hips slightly canted and facing upward, it's easy to see. Rosamund is even more surprised, having never cum so hard or ever squirted before.

Her soft brow appears embarrassed as she turns her big blue eyes up to her master. Does he think that she's relieved herself? She certainly didn't need too. Looking up at Rosamund, her worried expression is endearing, even adorable. He's seen several of the mares squirt from his pleasure, but he simply didn't expect it from the formerly virginal Rosamund. Leaning in, he kisses her passionately.

“I-I'm sorry. I-"

“Shh. It's alright. I know what it is." He assures her.

“Oh."

Her lips curl into a little grin, though she still looks quite embarrassed.

“Let's see if we can get another one before I finish." He says.

Kissing her again and again, Koralus keeps working. In and out, he thrusts over and over again. Soon, he buries his member completely within her and rocks his hips, shifting his penis within her body and driving her wild. Again, Rosamund gasps, groans, squeals and screams as he pleasures her beyond what she could've possibly imagined. Somehow, even with the time he's gone without a proper release, he manages to last until her second eruption. No sooner than she finishes, however, he feels the pressure building.

“Nngf. Nngf! I'm, nngf, about... NNGF! GGGRRRAAA-SHIT!"

“AHHHGAAHD!" Rosamund squeals.

Jet after harsh and powerful jet flows into her body. She's never felt a man's seed before. Do all men have so much?! The rush of hot, sticky ooze floods her. Five blasts, then a sixth; the volume doesn't decrease. Her eyes roll back into her head and she tremors with delight, her hands and feet losing all control. She can't speak words due to the pleasure. An eighth jet feels smaller, and a final ninth is but a spirt. Gasping and panting, Koralus is thoroughly exhausted and relieved.

“Damn... Hhff, I've, hhff, never cum, hhff, so hard, hhff, in my life! That was, hhff, amazing."

Lying back, Rosamund's brain is flooded with endorphins, as her uterus is flooded with his fertile sperm. Both make short work of her, seeding her body and also her mind. Her heart skips a beat as he speaks. His compliment brings her great joy, more than she thought it would. Opening her eyes and looking at the human, he immediately kisses her with considerable passion; his exhaustion hasn't made him any less sweet or romantic. Her chest burns and her arms pull at him. She feels a fondness for the human developing beyond the mere desire for sex. Has her lust transformed? Has Koralus evolved it?

He takes some time before he has the strength or desire to pull himself away. Rosamund watches in awe at the sheer size of his member as he withdraws himself, finding herself even more impressed by what her loins look like after enjoying him. The first and most likely last man to ever have her body pulls out his large, throbbing cock, and no sooner than the head is removed, a huge wad of cum oozes out. Sitting partially upright, resting on her forearms, Rosamund flexes her pelvic muscles on impulse, pushing out even more of Koralus' fertile seed. Their eyes grow wide; even Koralus is stunned.

In short order, Rosamund pushes out over two handfuls of cum from her pussy, which runs down her buttocks and sticks into her tail. Every last drop is thick as can be and white as fresh snow; he hasn't ever been more potent. Rosamund turns her head up to him, her face aglow.

“And I still feel so much within me!" She chirps.

Her excitement is startlingly cute, and he quietly chuckles. Stroking her cheek with one hand, he reaches out with another. The human slowly closes the mink girl's legs, leaning in and lying down beside her. With his sperm oozing out of her thoroughly used body, he takes her into his arms and spoons with her. Rosamund grins from cheek to cheek as her master holds her as if she was his wife, his nose resting against the nape of her neck. She closes her eyes, feeling quite peaceful. Koralus' hot seed somehow quenched the fires of her lust, satiating her thirst. It takes her only seconds to fall asleep.

Awakening the next morning, she opens her eyes to find that she still lay on her side, her back against Koralus' chest. The odor of their sex still floods the tent, even as the sunlight beams in through the naturally colored canvas. Lifting her head, she shifts and feels a strange sensation. A thick crust flakes from her tail and buttocks, with a somewhat unpleasant stickiness remaining. Leaning over and awakening Koralus, she spreads a leg and peers down at herself, seeing that his cum has caked into her fur; the auburn portions bear very obvious stains.

Flushing with embarrassment, she rises from the cot, taking a bucket of water and a rag to wash herself. Turning back to look, she soaks the rag only to pause at the sight of the cot. Her virginal blood has stained it without sheets to protect it; it's a permanent blemish on the humble bed. Koralus sees her gaze and looks down, stroking the stain. Turning his head up to her, he smiles warmly. Somehow, this eases Rosamund's embarrassment. She takes the wet rag from the bucket and dampens her fur before scrubbing her loins, buttocks and the underside of her tail.

Dropping the rag into the bucket, she stands tall only to gasp. Koralus has silently emerged from the cot and stands naked before her. Wrapping his arms around her, he gives her a little kiss and holds her tightly. His embrace is warm, even loving. Rosamund closes her eyes, basking in it.

“That was wonderful." She coos.

“It was."

“Master?"

“Koralus."

“Sorry. Koralus?"

“Yes, Rosamund?"

“Will this happen again?"

Koralus nuzzles her neck and cheek, kissing her softly.

“We can't turn back now." He quips.

“Good. I love pleasing my master."

“And I suspect it's an enjoyable job." He winks.

“The most I could hope for." She coos before kissing him passionately.

After dressing, Koralus takes hold of Rosamund's leash, which had dangled alongside her the entire night. Leading her from the tent, the camp is still barely awake, but the few who are immediate look to the pair. The mares of the Black-Mane look with little smirks, eyeing Rosamund with a mixture of pride and jealousy. It's as if they're silently congratulating her for bedding the “elf", but also wishing they could've taken her place. The few males seem to roll their eyes at yet another conquest for the human. However, none can act on or even voice these thoughts, consider who Koralus is to their tribe.

After helping Rosamund prepare a breakfast for the caravan, they seem to forget all about last night's activities. One taste of Rosamund's stew erases everything; she's possibly the finest chef in either of their kingdoms. Once the caravanners have had their breakfast, they pack up the camp as quick as they can and continue on. Rosamund rides beside Koralus in the chariot, positively beaming from their night together. She cannot hide her growing infatuation, even occasionally requesting hugs from her master with her innocent and needy gazes. They ride onward for the nomadic merchant village.

Stopping only briefly to rest their beasts of burden, they don't cease until late in the night once again. As before, Koralus helps establish their campsite before retiring to his tent. Unlike before, however, he takes Rosamund with him immediately. Having already enjoyed her once, the floodgates have opened. That night, she enjoys her master a second time, but now she can better experiment with him. After struggling to fellate such a large penis, she lay back and enjoys his oral ministrations, briefly feeling guilty that she wasn't better able to please him with her mouth.

Koralus, however, was unconcerned. He prefers her loins anyway. Lying over her and driving himself back into Rosamund's taut pussy, this time there is no pain; Rosamund enjoys the pleasure of his impressive member from start to finish. After squirting once, he allows her time to rest before granting her a single request. Trading places, he lay on his back while Rosamund straddles him. Her pawlike feet sit firmly on the earth of his tent as she grinds her loins against his pelvis, speared on his endowment. It's more difficult than she'd hoped, but the pleasure is equally enhanced.

Squatting over him with her hands on his sweaty chest, her toes curl and her claws dig into the dirt as she bounces atop him with considerable fervor. Plop, plop, plop as his large and heavy balls smack against her plump buttocks with each motion. Soon, she's hardly able to continue as her pleasure builds. Koralus, as always, knows exactly what to do. He sits upright, taking her body into his arms. The musky odor of her sweaty fur floods his nostrils as he stares deeply into her sapphire eyes, his grip near her waist and holding her against him.

Kiss after passionate kiss, their tongues entwine. She rocks her hips, grinding against him and working her master's girthy penis with her whole body. It's a position that hastens his end, as she soon discovers.

“Ahh! Ahh! AHH! NnnnnNNNGGGAAHHHH!!!" She squeals.

Cumming hard, Rosamund squirts all over his big cock and scrotum, her body trembling as her vaginal canal crushes his penis.

“Nngf! Rrr-fuck! GGRRAAAHHH!"

He roars as he orgasms, shooting his copious and fertile load deep into her equally fertile body. It splashes her cervix and floods her uterus, drawing out her own pleasure in ways she couldn't have ever dreamed. Again, her brain is flooded with even more endorphins as she straddles her lover. His wash of sperm is so much that her body can't contain it. Rocking slightly to ease the pressure within her, a spurting of his seed escapes from her loins and runs down and over his scrotum. On impulse, Rosamund reaches back, grabbing hold of his balls.

First, she seems to search for the stream, as though she were trying to stop it. Soon, though, she begins to massage his testicles. Taking her hand away from his scrotum, she sees it's coated in his fluids. After a pause, she opens wide and licks her fingers clean, tasting him as he watches. Koralus smirks, his brow raised. He seems surprised by how fast Rosamund's sexuality is evolving. No sooner than she's tasted his seed does she quickly kiss him, her tongue gliding over his. Though he doesn't taste anything unfamiliar, the fact that she's done it is enough. He gives her ass a firm smack.

“Ooh! Mmm, master." She coos.

“Koralus."

“Please, let me call you 'master'." She nuzzles his face.

Holding her close, he subtly nods and kisses the nape of her neck. Rosamund, the silver mink girl, now clings to him in a way identical to Avelina or Claricia, after he's finished with them. He strokes her back softly, and her affection only seems to grow.

“I love you, master." She almost whimpers.

“I love you, too." He says softly.

Koralus can't help but feel ashamed; he isn't lying. How can he care for so many women so thoroughly? Thinking back on his own family, he frightens himself. He can't be like them; he won't be like them. Even if Rosamund eventually joins his wives, he must make an effort to break his family's mold.

“I've never felt so full, master. You have so much seed!" She chirps.

“I do. It isn't often this much, but given the circumstances."

“How many times do you think it will take before? ..." She pauses.

“Honestly, once is usually enough." He answers before kissing her cheek.

“Really?!"

“Yes." He nods.

“You know, sometimes I suspect my queen wants to see us mate together." Rosamund suddenly says.

“What?" Koralus chuckles in surprise.

“She asked me in confidence if I still wanted to have sex with you. I admitted that I did, as I saw no reason to lie. 'That would be a lovely sight' she said to me."

“Huh... I can believe that. Claricia is a very unique woman." He replies.

Sharing a few more kisses, Koralus spins them around atop the cot and carefully lays her on her back. After withdrawing himself from her loins, she takes a moment to gaze at the aftermath, a proud little smile on her face. Once again taking her into his arms, the human and mink fall asleep together. The next morning is not dissimilar to the previous, and soon the camp is packed away and the caravan presses onward. After moving along the established trail for only a few hours, the nomadic merchant's village comes into view, and it isn't even mid-day; the caravan has made excellent time.

Rosamund looks to her master, her pleased expression shifting to that of worry as she sees the tension in his eyes. Gazing upon the yurts, Koralus flashes back to his first day and night there. He briefly wonders if Pepin is still in the slave trading business. Whatever happened to Yusef? Does Petrona even remember him? The thoughts collide in his brain, and it takes him a moment to even realize that Rosamund is staring at him. Snapping out of his daze, he turns his emerald eyes toward her, flashing a little smile.

“Are you alright, master?" She asks with genuine concern.

“I'm alright. Just... Thinking." He answers in a subdued voice.

She drapes an arm over his shoulders, giving him a comforting hug and nuzzling his face. Her charcoal colored nose rubs his skin and her matching lips give his pale flesh a little kiss. Swiftly reaching the village, the caravan stops and dismounts. Koralus issues the currency required to the Black-Mane's various traders, taking the crescents from a well-guarded lockbox. Leaving the strongest male warriors to protect the lockbox, Koralus offers to lead Rosamund himself, taking only a few female guards as their escorts.

“How much do you think the spices will cost?" He asks.

“Two or three hundred crescents." Rosamund replies.

“That much?! ... Here's five hundred. I'd hate for you to use them all up too quickly; I don't like this place, and I don't want to come back anytime soon."

Handing over the crescents in their own purse, Koralus suddenly pauses. Rosamund holds out her hand, waiting expectantly for him to release the purse, but he stands frozen. His brow furls and his eyes narrow.

“Yusef?!"

Rosamund turns around, seeing another human standing idly by a yurt. Finally releasing the coin purse, it drops into the mink's hands and distracts her. Koralus swiftly walks around and away from her, only for the mink girl and the mare warriors to race to catch up to him. The Egyptian human turns, seeing the European human and looking quite afraid.

“Yusef! Do you remember me?!" Koralus asks.

“No. Should I?" Yusef raises a brow.

“We were sold on the same day! I was in the stall beside you."

“Oh... You... I remember you now, Krozin."

Yusef's tone is harsh, even disparaging. It startles Koralus, who wasn't expecting that from the human, almost as much as the fact that he recalled the false name he'd given him nearly ten months earlier.

“You're looking well." Koralus remarks.

“Pfft." Yusef snickers.

“Habibi! Where's my Habibi?!" A woman's voice exclaims.

Yusef's posture suddenly and dramatically changes. Emerging from a yurt a short distance away, Koralus recognizes Mrs. Farhad, the wife of the man who'd bought Yusef. A hand rests beneath her belly, which is visibly swollen from pregnancy. Yusef dashes to her side with a mere gesture, behaving like a trained dog. He even keeps his head down near her. Slipping an arm around the woman, he seems to both guard and guide her as she walks carefully through the town.

“That's a good Habibi! Help your mistress find her useless husband." Mrs. Farhad chirps.

The pregnant jackal Voeldahn pets his head in a strange, half-loving and half-dominating fashion; she acts as though he is nothing but a humble animal, and Yusef doesn't resist. Instead, he basks in her attention in the most pathetic of ways.

“I'm right here, woman!" Mr. Farhad grumbles, emerging from another yurt.

“There you are! We found him, my Habibi! So... Visiting another all-male bathhouse?" She snarls at her husband.

“Don't start." He waves his hand dismissively.

“I wouldn't need to if you were more attentive! My little Habibi has been working overtime, and we both know whose baby this is. Praise Allah you found me a slave who's far more of a man than you."

“I'm warning you!" Mr. Farhad growls.

“Or you'll what? Strike me? Fight me over who gets to play with Habibi? Because you seem to like visiting him even more than I do, and we both know how often I have... Cravings." Mrs. Farhad mockingly winks at her husband.

Koralus is flabbergasted as he watches from the background. Mr. Farhad grabs Yusef's bicep, causing the Arabic human to shy away as if he's preparing to be struck. It's abundantly clear that he's spent his slavery being brutalized and raped by both of his owners. Mr. Farhad stares down his wife, but soon concedes. He bows his head in shame and lets go of Yusef's bicep. She reaches out, taking hold of the human and pulling him closer. It's as though she's trying to show compassion, but is only doing it to act out and enrage her husband, who seems to also be submissive to her.

“That's what I thought!" Mrs. Farhad snarls. “... Just for that, I should make you watch my Habibi give me my next child!" She snickers.

“Yes, wife..." Mr. Farhad grumbles.

With a little tug, Mrs. Farhad brings Yusef with her. The pregnant canine woman waddles away from her husband, with her slave in tow.

“I'm nearly do, my Habibi. As soon as I birth our baby, I want you to give me another. Ignore my useless husband; you're all mine from now on."

“Yes, my Goddess." Yusef loyally replies.

“What about me?!" Mr. Farhad gasps.

“Take some crescents and buy a new boy for yourself. Habibi is mine, but you can enjoy watching him give me more babies." Mrs. Farhad giggles sadistically. “Understood?!"

“Yes, my Goddess." Yusef replies.

“Yes, wife." Mr. Farhad replies.

“Aww, such a loyal pet you are. You answer even when I'm not speaking to you. For that, I'm going to want your attention tonight." She coos, stroking Yusef's face.

“Yes, my Goddess." He replies.

Yusef is so visibly broken; he reacts as if he's only known the life of a sex slave. It's startling, heartbreaking, and enraging to Koralus all at the same time. He used to be optimistic, hopeful, but now? Rosamund and the mares watch with curiosity, only showing concern when they see the devastation on Koralus' face. As Yusef is lead away by the Farhads, Koralus slowly turns, a hand covering his gaping maw. Shifting his eyes, his hand drops and Koralus' attention is once against stolen. He darts toward another yurt, somehow not yet opened for business so late in the day.

Before it stands a panda Voeldahn, his burly arms untying a cord as he grumbles angrily, seemingly to himself. Hearing the footsteps of the stranger rushing him, he turns his head, his eyes scanning the out of place human.

“Pepin?!" Koralus exclaims.

“Do I know you?" Pepin asks.

Though Koralus doesn't answer, he sees the mares who very obviously belong to the Black-Mane. Seeing the man's face, Pepin squints and leans closer. They suddenly bulge in shock.

“YOU!"

Grabbing Koralus by the biceps, he snarls and bears his omnivorous teeth. The mares rush him, knocking Pepin to the ground and freeing Koralus in a millisecond.

“Let me go, you fucking whores!"

“Calm. Down." A mare coldly demands, placing her hoof against his throat.

“I'm cahl-" He chokes.

“I don't think you are..." The mare grins, methodically drawing a short sword.

“Stop."

Turning back, the mare appears shocked as she looks down at the shorter human.

“Let him go."

“As you wish." The mare nods.

Taking her hoof from his throat, the guards sheath their swords and step back. They place themselves on either side of Koralus and Rosamund, acting as a buffer for Koralus and the visibly enraged Pepin. Clutching his throat, the elder panda Voeldahn rises to his feet, briefly stumbling.

“I was hoping I'd never see you again... Then again, I was also hoping that I would. If only so that I could kill you myself." Pepin growls.

“What did I do to you?"

“What did you do?!" Pepin laughs. “What did he do, he asks!" He shouts to the sky. “I'll show you what you did..."

Opening the yurt, Pepin grumbles to himself in an almost insane rage.

“Making me open late... I didn't want to open late... I almost couldn't open at all. How could I after all these years? Fucking hell. Should've never sold the humans... Knew this might happen one day."

Koralus, Rosamund and even the icy mares share worried glances. The warriors slowly and quietly draw their short swords again, just in case. Fumbling with the knot that holds the flap closed and signifies his business hours, Pepin roars and draws a dagger, slashing at the rope and severing it. His arm shakes with rage. Sheathing the weapon, he violently forces the flap open and storms inside. Koralus and the others cautiously follow. The human stops and stares in horror, his jaw hanging open. Once again, he stands in the very yurt where he was sold many months earlier.

There, before him on the short wooden platform sits the carved log sex chair where he was first tested by Petrona, and seating in this chair is Pepin's nude daughter. Petrona struggles with ropes on her ankles, wrists and forearms, which are all bent back and fused to the chair. She whimpers and cries into a leather ball gag tied into her snout, which is also tied shut. She's as beautiful as she ever was, all things considered. Glancing at the human, Petrona's eyes show immediate recognition. Her pained whimpering morphs into muffled pleas for help. Stepping closer, Koralus passes Pepin, only to see that the man obscures another object from his view.

Several feet away from Petrona is a little basket. At first, Koralus has no idea why this basket sits on the floor, until he notices what appears to be a price tag pinned onto it. A faint crying shatters his facade of strength. He dashes up to the basket, Rosamund and the mares following behind. Koralus stops, looking over at Petrona, who looks deeply into his eyes. They seem to speak with only gazes, and the panda girl nods her head. With mouth agape, he drops to a knee and peers inside, moving a blanket away from a newborn baby, only a few days old. It's a male panda Voeldahn, but unlike his mother, who has brown hair on her head, his appears to be much lighter, possibly even gold.

“... Is this?" He chokes, turning to Pepin.

“Your son?! Yes, it is! Congratulations!" Pepin mockingly claps his hands together. “Because of you, you've tainted my daughter! This is all your fault, you fucking human!" The Panda snarls.

The baby stirs from his volume. Koralus shushes him, only for one of the Black-Mane warriors to consider this an order. Grabbing the panda by the throat, she clenches hard and shoves him down into the dirt with a loud thud. With a hand gesture, Koralus has the other mare and Rosamund cut Petrona free. After hacking away at her ropes, she's released from the uncomfortable chair, dashing for Koralus and her child. Taking the human into her arms, she sobs for a moment, struggling to collect herself. Soon, however, she's stable enough and reclaims her baby. The mare choking Pepin rises to her feet.

“Oops! He's unconscious." She giggles sinisterly.

“What's going on here? Why were you in that chair?" Koralus asks, draping a nearby cloak over Petrona's shoulders.

“He was going to sell me... To the lowest bidder." She sniffles.

“What?! Why?!" He asks, trying to control his volume for the sake of the child.

“After I saw you that first night... I became pregnant. I had never been pregnant before, even after being with several men." Petrona begins.

“But Pepin said... I thought..."

“I had an 'accident' by allowing a human slave to cum inside of me; it's the reason I couldn't test you further that day. I didn't become pregnant or take Mandrake root, even though he told me too. I didn't think I was able to have children, as the priestess said I couldn't. She read the tea leaves and told me I was barren from birth. When I took sick in the mornings, I didn't know it was a sign, until I failed to see my cycle and I began gaining weight. When father found out, he demanded to know who I was with. My only answer was you; I prefer humans, so I've only had slaves. He suspected, and ordered me to use Mandrake root, but the priestess said I was infertile, and you gave me a child. I was not going to kill it with Mandrake root! I wanted children and I thought this might be my only chance! ... Father was furious, but he didn't want me to be defiled; free women cannot breed with slaves without bringing great shame... He demanded I claim another male as the father, but I wouldn't lie; you're Petralus' father."

“Petralus?"

“I'm sorry if you don't approve. I combined our names to make his." She sheepishly explains, bowing her head.

“It's fine. It's a very good name! Please, continue."

“Thank you. I refused and refused, even until Petralus was born. He insisted I claim another man before I was well enough to travel. He warned me that if I didn't that 'I'd be sorry', but how was I to know he was angry enough to sell me?! He even said that Petralus was to be sold to the first couple to show interest... I know what happens to most of the women who are sold, and the men sometimes have it even worse than that... But babies? I never realized how cruel this business was until it was my turn to experience it... I'm so sorry Koralus." She sobs.

“It's alright. You're safe now." He replies, holding her warmly and comforting her.

“You seem well, though, considering your status. You're looking better than most."

“I am. I'm very well now, and I'm so sorry for what he's done." Koralus says, giving her a tender kiss on the cheek.

“It's nice to see you again." Petrona says with a little sniffle, gently nuzzling his face with her snout.

Rosamund watches with a little smile, seeing the pain in Koralus' eyes. His guilt for Petrona's fate is impossible to hide.

“Are you well enough to travel?" He suddenly asks.

“I am... Why?" Petrona looks into his eyes.

“He was selling you to the lowest bidder?"

“Yes."

Koralus steps away from Petrona and baby Petralus.

“I'm not a slave anymore, Petrona. I'm a free man, and the husband of Claricia; I'm second in command of the Black-Mane." Koralus says, approaching the table and the familiar little tome.

Petrona's eyes bulge in shock as he speaks. Taking a coin purse, he digs out fifty crescents and sets them on a table, placing five coins that are worth ten crescents each. Picking up a nearby quill and inkwell, he carefully scrolls a simple bill of sale in the little tome before returning the quill.

“There. 'Petrona and Petralus: sold to Koralus of the Black-Mane for fifty crescents.' Enjoy them, you son of a bitch." He growls at the still unconscious Pepin. “Fetch your clothes and anything you can't part with. You're both coming home with me."

An elated Petrona darts off, pausing only to approach Rosamund and hand over her son. The panda girl sheepishly asks the mink slave to watch him for a moment. Rosamund nods her head and takes the baby into her arms. Glancing at Koralus, Rosamund's heart burns warmly at his kindness, generosity and sympathy; he's truly a man deserving of her love. Rosamund looks down at the newborn and is struck by a realization. After a few minutes, Petrona emerges from an attached room with several satchels stuffed to overflowing.

“When was Petralus born?" Rosamund asks the panda girl.

“September fourth, around mid-day."

Rosamund and Koralus are stunned. This makes three blonde-haired, green eyed sons, conceived three days apart, and all birthed within hours of each other on the same morning. Petrona looks between the human and the mink. Even the mares share surprise.

“What?"

An apologetic Koralus clips a leather slave collar and leash around her neck, checking with her to make sure that it's comfortable. Continuing on with their mission, Petrona and her baby follow Koralus, Rosamund and the mare guards as they make their purchases of spices. Along the way, Koralus debriefs Petrona with a summary of his time with the Black-Mane, ending his story with the birth of his two sons to Claricia and Avelina, who will become his second wife once they return. Petrona listens in awe, his story enthralling her as if it were a legend of old. Upon dealing with the spice merchants, every time Rosamund makes a deal, Koralus doubles the purchase.

For each and every spice, he buys two-fold. Rosamund doesn't ask why; she's certain that Koralus simply doesn't want to return to the nomadic village again, and extra spices will last much longer. After spending a staggering six hundred crescents on only spices, they return to the caravan, where other traders are gathering their own supplies. Passing the slave trading tent, Pepin stands outside, ushering new customers inside. Pepin glares at his daughter and the little bundle in her arms, only to turn his rage upon Koralus. He dares not act, however. The mare warriors will destroy him without hesitation or even a second though.

“Enjoy your filthy whore and your bastard... Fucking human." Pepin grumbles.

Koralus stops in his tracks. Petrona looks to Koralus, her fretful eyes pleading with him not to react. She reaches out a hand, her fingers wrapping around his forearm. The panda girl gives him a squeeze, assuring him that he doesn't need to say or do anything in her defense.

“Or did you want to buy the rest of my family? Would you like to defile my wife too? It's a shame I don't have another whore to sell you for forty-nine crescents." Pepin finally adds.

“That's your daughter! How the hell can you sell her like that?!" Koralus explodes in anger.

“I made her, and I can sell her." Pepin smirks.

“Don't you love her?!" Koralus gasps.

“I'll miss her... But you killed her roughly nine months ago. I've recovered since then... You bought your forty-nine-crescent whore... Go away."

“... Forty-nine?" A perplexed Koralus raises a brow.

“Forty-nine for the whore, and one for the bastard." Pepin chuckles.

Overcome with rage, Koralus startles Pepin with a left-hook, choosing it specifically because it's the least expected first punch. Knocking out a tooth, Pepin twirls and falls to the ground. He spits up blood as Koralus steps closer. The guards draw their short swords, but Petralus begins to cry. Hearing his son's frightened wails, Koralus stops and looks back. With a hand gesture, the guards stand down. Koralus approaches Pepin, claiming the canine tooth that lay in the dirt, pocketing it as a souvenir.

“Have a nice day..." Koralus coldly murmurs.

Returning to Petrona and his son, he strokes Petralus' cheek, calming the boy in a matter of seconds. Petrona looks to the human with gratitude and even admiration. Continuing on their way, the caravan regroups and by evening, the other traders and guards have returned. Petrona rides beside Koralus in the chariot, with baby Petralus in her arms. She stands across from Rosamund, routinely glancing over to the blue-eyed mink who seems to perpetually smile at her. Though she looks friendly, she can sense a mild hostility in her gaze. It's clear that the mink is quite fond of her owner and master.

After riding beyond darkness, they set up their camp for the night. Petrona is surprised to see the high-status Koralus aiding in the construction and checking on many of the traders. He even borrows a basket and lines it with blankets for Petralus, so that his life won't be risked by sleeping beside his mother. Koralus leads Petrona to the tent that was once reserved for Rosamund, holding both women's leashes. Stopping before his own tent, which is directly beside it, he looks to Rosamund, drops her leash and motions with a hand, sending her into his tent. With her face aglow, she happily obeys.

With a little swish of the leash, enough to barely tug at Petrona's collar, he directs her to follow, bringing her and her son into their tent. Taking Petralus from her arms, he cradles the child for a moment, speaking sweetly to the boy as he places the sleeping panda Voeldahn into his new basket. Quietly draping a blanket over her cot, Koralus waves Petrona over.

“You and Petralus will stay in this tent. I'm not tethering your leash, but for appearances, I cannot take it off. I'm sorry." He whispers.

Petrona's vibrant green eyes gloss over as she looks to him. With her lips curled into a little grin, she steps closer, suddenly throwing her arms around his trunk and resting her chin atop his shoulder. He can feel her trembling, as if standing in a cold breeze. Koralus wraps his arms around her, burying his nose in the soft, sweet smelling fur near the nape of her neck, his hands gently petting her back.

“Thank you so much, master. You're a great man. I couldn't have asked the gods or the great goddess for a better person to purchase me." She begins, sniffling through joyous tears.

“Just call me Koralus, and I'm just doing the right thing. If you need anything during the night, my tent is right next door; you may wake up myself and Rosamund if you need too."

“May I... May I serve you?" She asks, nuzzling his cheek.

Koralus' eyes open wide, staring at the fabric wall just behind her. Only twenty or so feet away, Rosamund waits for him in his tent. He slowly pulls away.

“That's alright. I don't want that." He replies.

“Why not?" A perplexed Petrona inquires.

“I... I don't want to take advantage."

“But I'm your property." She cocks her head. “And I want to. I want to please you." She says with a sincere grin. “It's such fun." She coos, before softly kissing his cheek.

Looking down at the sleeping child, Koralus simply can't bring himself to do it, though he certainly has the desire. Backing away, he shakes his head, giving her a stern look.

“I'm sorry, master." Petrona bows her head, a disappointed look on her face.

“Next time." He replies.

Petrona's eyes light up and she looks to him with a pleasant grin. She nods once, confirming his command. Koralus is dumbstruck. That wasn't what he wanted to say, but recalling how much pleasure he felt when mating with her, those are the words that came out of his mouth. With his face flushing, he nods back, says goodnight, and leaves the tent. Entering his own, he briefly pauses. Rosamund stares with narrowed eyes at the ground as she sits atop the cot, a vaguely jealous scowl on her face. Hearing the flap, she swiftly turns her head, smiling warmly at him.

She leaps from the cot and greets him with hugs, nuzzling his face. He's now forced to walk her backward towards the cot. All he wants to do is sit down and absorb all that's happened in the last twelve hours. Slipping his arms around her slender waist, she suddenly kisses his neck, her black nose sniffing his skin. Rosamund gives Koralus a seductive lick, her perfectly formed body pressing firmly against his own. He softly gasps from the sensation, freezing in place. A hand reaches down and rests upon her plump buttocks, impulsively giving her ass a little squeeze.

Why can he not control his impulses around these women? Why is it so hard? It takes all of his strength to merely formulate his words, let alone control his hands. Rosamund becomes increasingly forceful, kissing and licking him with more and more lust. It's as if she's seducing herself, but with his body. Regaining the use of his limbs, he pushes her gently away, just long enough to sit atop the cot. Rosamund quickly sits beside him. She looks innocently up at him, her lips curled around her snout in a faint grin before she suddenly leans in and plants a passionate kiss upon his lips. Her hands undo his belt.

“I just need to recover from today." He says to her between kisses.

“Let me help you, master." She coos.

Though that wasn't what he meant, he no longer has the will to resist. Had Petrona persisted, he'd probably already be inside of her once again. Instead, however, he sits atop his cot as Rosamund peels off his clothes, and then her own. No sooner are they naked does she take his member into her hands. Leaning over and opening wide, she stuffs his phallus into her mouth, licking and sucking on his large cock. Koralus can't help but groan, his body relaxing. Rosamund tends to her master with great care and considerable vigor, shifting her body with his, allowing him to lie back. She massages her clitoris and fingers her pussy in preparation.

Sitting atop her cot, Petrona looks at the sleeping Petralus. How happy she is that the boy's father is now in their lives. Even if she is but his slave, being owned by a decent man, who's shown no abusive tendencies or the typical brutish behavior, is beyond ideal. The fact that he is well endowed and skilled makes her situation all the more appealing; she's spent months remembering their one night together, hoping that one day she'd have just one more. Petralus growing up with his kindhearted, human father in his life is merely the icing on the cake. For the first night out of many, she's genuinely content.

A sudden, strange noise catches her attention. With a furled brow, Petrona slowly rises to her feet. Another noise is even louder, but is swiftly muffled. It was a moan, and it sounded like Koralus'. A quick glance at the basket reveals her son sleeping soundly. Petrona walks softly on her pawlike feet, tiptoeing as best as a Voeldahn can with their digitigrade structure. Slipping out of the tent, she glances from left to right, knowing that a guard might question her; a slave with an unattended leash is bound to bring attention. Creeping toward Koralus' tent, she hears more noises. Rosamund moans and Koralus grunts.

Peeking her head inside their tent, which is lit with a bright oil lamp, Petrona's green eyes grow wide. The panda girl's mouth hangs open in a toothy smile. She stares at the top of Koralus' head as he lay back on his cot. His hands rest upon Rosamund's broad hips as she kneels over him, straddling his pelvis. Petrona's eyes scan the silver furred mink with her long and wavy auburn hair and tail. Her large, D-cup breasts bounce and jiggle as she rides Koralus' thick cock. He reaches his hands up, grasping her orbs and pinching the charcoal colored flesh of her nipples, causing her to squeal.

She watches in awe as the mink vigorously rides their master. It's as if her very life depends on it. The sight of the pale human's darker phallus driving into the mink's loins as she bounces atop his lap is both hypnotizing and arousing. Petrona cannot help but reach a hand down, slipping it between her legs and gently rubbing herself. Rosamund sits down hard and violently rocks her hips, really working him. She suddenly leans forward, blocking Petrona's view. The panda's emerald eyes had been glued to the sight of the human's large penis burrowing into the mink's taut loins, stretching her black nether lips in ways that Petrona can only vaguely remember, and so desperately desires.

Snapped out of her daze, her peripheral vision returns and her heart sinks. Rosamund's sapphire eyes stare directly at her, yet her face and snout point down at their master. He is far too distracted by their furious and impassioned mating to notice the mink's gaze or the panda's intrusion. Resting on her forearms and knees, Rosamund seems to grin rather smugly at the panda as she sways back and forth atop their master. Her big breasts press into and grind against his chest and his hands grip her firm ass cheeks as she works his body. At first, Petrona merely assumes that Rosamund is showing off, teasing the new girl with her seniority and pleasure; Koralus is such a joy to mate with.

Petrona would be more upset and jealous if their master hadn't already promised to mate with her next, whenever that may be. Perhaps he's already promised his time to the silver mink with auburn hair and tail? Considering how thoughtful he's been with her, Petrona wouldn't being at all surprised if he schedules the use of his slaves, so that they all receive his wonderful attention. Standing there and watching the couple, Rosamund finally turns her eyes away. Leaning in, the mink kisses the human deeply and with tongue, becoming more assertive and territorial. Was Petrona assumption mistaken?

The mink slams her buttocks down atop him and his grunts grow ever louder. She pulls her head back and their lips part. Petrona can see how their tongues wrestle for dominance. Rosamund squeals and cums, squirting all over his phallus to Petrona's shock. The panda slips a clawed finger inside of her soaking wet loins. Now trembling atop their master, Rosamund can barely move.

“My turn." He says softly.

His tone is soft, even romantic. Rosamund smiles and nods her head. Koralus rests his hands on the mink's thighs, guiding her legs as they slowly sit up. She wraps them around his waist and her arms around his upper back, while he cradles her in kind. Their bodies entwine as he sits upright, his back toward Petrona, who he's yet to notice. Rosamund's soft eyes turn toward the panda girl as she rests her chin atop his shoulder. With a hand gliding down her back and toward her ass, her bushy tail sways. It dances with glee, moving to and fro as he rests his hand atop her butt.

“Are you ready?" He asks sweetly.

“Mhm... I'm ready, master." Rosamund coos.

Giving her buttocks a little squeeze, he begins to direct her motions. With minimal effort, the mink girl rocks and swivels her hips as she sits atop his lap, working his member with her body. Her vaginal canal, stretched to the limit by his big cock, rubs him in all of the right ways, as his member does the same for her. Each motion brings them closer to a shared orgasm. Leaning back, Rosamund kisses him with such passion. Perhaps there's more to the pair than mere master and slave? The panda girl now feels less like a slave watching her master enjoy another one of his concubines and more like an intruder watching two lovers on their wedding night.

The more passion they share, the less carnal and animalistic it becomes, and the more awkward she feels. Opting to give them what little privacy the canvas tent can afford, Petrona removes her hand from her dripping loins and quietly slips away. For now, she'll remain inside of her own tent, listening to their passion, masturbating, and reminiscing one last time of her night with Koralus. She'll have her own night soon enough. Only minutes after sneaking undetected back into her own tent, she lay atop the cot, three of her clawed fingers stretching her loins wide. Koralus' girth is not quite four, but thicker than three.

“Ahh. Ahh. Master! Ahh, so, ahh, big!" Rosamund gasps.

“Nngf-yeah. Soo, nngf, fucking, nngf, tight. NNGF!" Koralus grunts.

“Ahh, master, I'm, ahh. Ahh. AHH!"

“NNGF! NNGGRRAAAHH!"

The panda girl's pussy clamps down on her fingers and she winces, cumming hard as she hears the human and mink sharing an orgasm in the nearby tent. Petrona's breath shakes and she whimpers as she wiggles her fingers, teasing her own loins. Surely, the human filled his beautiful mink slave with his fertile seed. If he has, she's surely pregnant, if she isn't already from a previous time; it only took Petrona one time with the human to plant his seed in the seemingly infertile girl. On the day she gave birth, the midwives were surprised by how healthy and strong Petralus was; he's a cut above most children they'd brought into the world.

With her breasts heaving, Petrona opens her eyes, turning them down and peering between her mountainous orbs at her hand. She slowly pulls her fingers from her loins, listening to Koralus and Rosamund kissing and moaning next door. They sound quite pleased with themselves. Petrona examines her own fluids and creamy, white cum coating her fingers. She uses a nearby rag to wipe her fingers clean, silently chuckling as she's forced to dig her cum from her claws. She collects her clothes, slowly slipping them back on as she listens to the pair in the neighboring tent. They're shifting atop the cot.

“Master?" Rosamund suddenly asks.

“No. Stay like this... I want to hold you." He replies.

“Yes, master." Rosamund coos.

Rosamund coos, sighing contentedly as she snuggles with their master. It's something that Petrona wishes she was doing, even without the pleasure of having sex with him. Lying back, Petrona's mind wanders. For some reason, though Rosamund very clearly saw her, watching her watch them, she never said anything. Did she not wish to embarrass her, or did she want her to witness it? Eventually, everyone falls asleep, waking bright and early the next day. After a long day of riding back toward the village, they once against stop at night, now within the safety of Black-Mane territory.

On this night, however, Koralus doesn't visit Petrona, to her disappointment, though the panda woman doesn't hear him enjoying his other slave either. On the afternoon of the third day, the large village comes into view, as does the wooden manor housing the mare queen, Claricia, and Koralus' future second wife, Avelina. Grasping the leashes of Rosamund and Petrona, while Petrona cradles her sleeping son in her arms, Koralus leads them into the manor as guards descend upon the caravan to help unpack the wagons laden with goods. A certain group have specific orders; they're going to bring in the spices that Rosamund had purchased and stock the shelves for her.

“I'm home!" Koralus calls out as he steps over the threshold.

“We're in here, my love!" Claricia replies.

Unhooking Rosamund's leash, Koralus smiles warmly at her as he nods his head. Her bushy, auburn tail swishes as she smiles back. The voluptuous mink girl darts off, to monitor the guards who're bringing in and stocking the spices in the manor's kitchen. With a little tug, he gains Petrona's undivided attention, leading her further into the manor. He takes her to an unused guest room, bringing her inside.

“You and Petralus will stay here. I'll be back, as soon as I speak with my wives and let them know about you. I promise." He says in a warm, gentle voice.

“I will wait for you, master." Petrona replies.

Unhooking her leash, he leaves her alone in the room, returning to the hall and walking toward the master bedroom, where Claricia's voice was heard. Both Claricia and Avelina gave birth in a different room, lying on specially made beds of hay on the wooden floorboards, as is customary for the horse-like Voeldahn tribals. Many of the breeds have their own customs; the Voeldahn with fleshy hands, feet and tails seem to prefer giving birth while squatting, while feline and canine Voeldahn give birth on all fours, their hindquarters bent back and tilted toward the ground.

Entering the master bedroom, he sees both Claricia and Avelina arranging the decorations. They've already changed much of the furniture, and the bed has been drastically modified, with a much wider frame.

“What's all this?" Koralus asks.

“My love! You're home!" Claricia exclaims.

“It's so good to see you again, husband!" Avelina chirps.

Their hooves clop on the wooden floorboards as the taller, sturdily built horse women approach with glee. They each throw their arms around him, hugging him. His chin just reaches to their shoulders, their chins near the top of his head. Their large, milk-filled breasts press against him as he slips an arm around each woman.

“We've missed you so much, husband!" Avelina coos.

“We're not married yet." Koralus chuckles.

“You're marrying her tomorrow." Claricia remarks.

“Thanks for warning me." Koralus quips.

“We didn't think you'd want to wait." Avelina speaks softly, sweetly nuzzling his cheek with her muzzle.

“True. What did you do in here?" He asks.

“Prepared the room for our future relations." Claricia coos, seductively smooshing her breasts into him.

“I see... There's something I should tell you two." He sighs.

“Did you fuck Rosamund yet?!" Claricia asks.

Her tone startles the human. She sounds almost eager to hear whether or not he has.

“... Did you want me too?"

“Well... Maybe..." Claricia innocently shifts her eyes in various directions.

“You must admit, she's beautiful, and any children would be just as stunning... ... We get tired of seeing so many horse men and women!" Avelina insists.

“You two..." He sighs.

“So?! ... Did you?!" Claricia inquires again.

“Well, yes."

“Good. I'd like to watch you enjoy her sometime." Claricia remarks, interjecting before he can finish.

“But there's something else as well."

“Oh! We have news too!" Avelina chirps.

Both women back away, heading for the massive bed. Each of them take a seat, patting the space between them. Koralus sits between his females, growing somewhat concerned. Taking a special bell from a nightstand, Claricia rings it loudly. It's the same bell used by the women when they were in the very final stages of pregnancy and could hardly move on their own without assistance; they'd call Koralus or any nearby female guards to aid them during those final few weeks. Hooves clop from the hallway, growing louder and louder as they approach. Soon, two female guards open the doors to the master bedroom, leading in another person.

To Koralus' shock, it's Basina, the black and grey furred cat princess and the sister of Rathar, the Red Paws chieftain. She'd failed to buy him at auction, losing him to Claricia who had a few more crescents. Several months after this, he met her again, and spent the next few days entertaining her with his body. So many times they mated, and so many times he'd filled her uterus with his potent seed. Now, nearly six months since he'd last seen her, she enters the room under guard, her belly swollen; she's very obviously pregnant. Around her neck is a collar, and a female guard holds the leash. Immediately upon seeing Koralus, Basina shies away. She appears quite embarrassed by her situation.

“Does she please you, husband?" Claricia asks.

“Uh... What?! How?!" He stammers.

“Rathar brought her a few days ago. Apparently, she's disgraced their tribe, so he offered her to me, and so I bought her for you." Claricia begins, a visible smirk on her face. “Besides, I've known her for years, and Basina is the closest thing I've ever had to a sister. I'd hate for her to be somewhere where I can no longer compete with her; I enjoy winning."

“I see. She wouldn't claim another father for her child; she claimed me..." He sighs.

“Yes... How did you know?" Claricia raises a brow.

Standing to his feet, Koralus looks back at the mare queen and Avelina. With a wave of his hand, he brings his current wife and soon-to-be second wife, leading them with an invisible tether as he takes hold of Basina's. Leading them from the master bedroom, he takes them to the room where Petrona resides, revealing her presence to the women. All are stunned to find the panda girl there.

“Wow! She's so beautiful!" Claricia exclaims, her eyes gleaming.

“Where'd you come across her?" Avelina asks.

“How I'd love to watch you two..." Claricia coos, glancing between Koralus and Petrona.

Koralus approaches the somewhat embarrassed Petrona, introducing her to Basina and his two mares. He further introduces Petralus, revealing the timing of his birth. Now giving Koralus their undivided attention, Koralus explains everything to the women. They stand frozen, enthralled by his story. Basina now knows who it was who enjoyed him the night before she tried to buy him. Claricia is stunned that Petrona was the first to conceive a baby by Koralus, and that it's also a blonde male. Avelina is further shocked that Petrona even remembers him after one night, until she reflects on her first time with Koralus; how unforgettable the human is, it's undeniable.

As he explains what occurred that day, sparing them no details, the women snicker at Mr. Farhad and his quasi-clandestine homosexuality, remarking that Mrs. Farhad should enjoy Yusef often and breed with him regularly. Clearly, they're all fond of interracial relationships. Upon learning of Pepin's cruelty and malice in selling his daughter, however, they're left speechless. It's as much by his evil as by the heart that the human has shown in rescuing Petrona. Even Claricia is touched by his compassion, wiping away a little tear as he regales them of how he found and saved her from the auction.

Furthermore, Koralus makes it perfectly clear that he has every intention of freeing her after the required nine months of service, as he will also do with Basina; he has no desires to own slaves. Basina smiles, her lips curling around her short, feline snout. Glancing toward her, Claricia is certain she knows the reasons. Basina already knows that Claricia wouldn't keep her as a slave forever, as Claricia and Basina are actually quite fond of each other, and share a rather intense but mutually enjoyed rivalry; she never understood what kind of man Koralus really was, but now she does.

“This must be divined by the gods, or perhaps even the great goddess; three births from three women, all with the same father and all on the same day, within hours of each other... It can't be coincidence." Avelina remarks, gazing into Petralus' basket.

“Divine or not, I couldn't simply allow them to be sold to God-knows-who. At least with us, they'll be safe and protected." Koralus remarks.

Claricia approaches her husband, taking him into her arms.

“You are such a fine man, Koralus." She says with a little sniffle. “This is why I love you so much." She coos, nuzzling his face.

“I just did the right thing." He retorts, nuzzling her back and kissing her cheek.

“That's what makes you so great; no one does the right thing anymore." Avelina interjects.

“We'll treat her well and make her and your son feel welcome." Claricia insists.

“Thank you." Petrona bows her head respectfully.

“I hope Drogo, Günther and Petralus will all get along well!" Avelina chirps.

“So... Have you fucked her too?" Claricia suddenly asks.

“Claricia!"

“What?! It's a valid question..."

“No, but he said he'd see me next. He was already mating with Rosamund." Petrona answers honestly.

Koralus' face flushes.

“Really now?! Well, I guess she won't be a slave for much longer, as potent as you are." Claricia remarks, slowly caressing her husband's crotch. “I hope when she's freed after giving birth, she'll still want to cook for us."

“Rosamund likes us. I don't see why she wouldn't." Avelina remarks.

“True. Come, Basina! Let me show you to your room!" Claricia chirps.

“Alright!" Basina grins.

Claricia leads Basina from the room without even holding her leash; the black and grey and woman follows her willingly. Even at a glance, Basina's demeanor is more akin to a close friend than a slave. Koralus can't help but chuckle. Avelina looks back toward the door, then turns her head to face Koralus, Petrona and her their son. She approaches the baby, reaching into the basket and very carefully picking him up.

“You know, we've turned a room into a nursery. I could place him with his brothers, Drogo and Günther; they have day and night care and protection." She says to Petrona.

“That'd be wonderful." Petrona nods.

A wide grin forms on the panda girl's face, her vibrant green eyes peering into Avelina's sapphires. After a short gaze, Avelina looks down at the bundle in her arms, before turning her eyes toward her soon-to-be husband and his most recent acquisition.

“Well... I'll leave you two, then. I'll see you tonight, husband." Avelina bows her head to Koralus.

He bows his head back. Her hooves clop as she walks out of the room, closing the door behind her as she takes Petralus away, to place him in the nursery with Drogo and Günther.

“That's quite a family you have." Petrona remarks.

“Yes, it's... Unconventional, and very taxing, but I truly love and care for them." Koralus replies, a little smile on his face.

“Will you care for our son that much?" She asks, resting a hand on his shoulder.

Koralus turns around, facing her. His head shifts as his eyes scan the pleasing form of Petrona's body; he doesn't even attempt to hide it. Her grin grows wider. He slips an arm around her slender waist, pulling her in. Her arm slides over his shoulder and down his arm, tucking beneath them in a subtle sign of submission as her wraps his arms around her.

“I'll care for you and Petralus; you're family too." He assures her.

Petrona is delighted by his answer, her heart skipping a beat. If she must be a slave, even if for a limited time, he's clearly the best option she could've ever had. Impulsively, the panda girl nuzzles his cheek and neck with her snout, sniffing him and his naturally masculine scent, which radiates from his pale skin. Nuzzling her back with his nose, he enjoys her own feminine musk, feeling her soft fur against his face and arms as he holds onto her. Petrona suddenly kisses his neck, ever so softly. It awakens something within him. He's desired her for some time, even comparing the vaginas of his other lovers to hers.

Turning his head, he kisses her cheek in turn, before leaning in and kissing her neck. Petrona's breath shakes as she feels his lips buried in her fur and just over her jugular. Her fingers coil and her loins burn; she feels the desire growing. With her mouth agape and eyes narrowed from her lust, she extends her tongue, licking Koralus' neck. Pulling back, he stares into her eyes. They share a gaze, looking over the other's face for a moment. Suddenly, he leans in and steals a kiss, inserting his tongue into her mouth. Her hands grip his vest and she pulls at him as his tongue wrestles hers into submission.

His hands slide around her slender waist and over her back, moving down toward her plump buttocks. He gives her perfect ass a firm squeeze with both hands, before slowly walking her backward, leading her toward the bed. Her calves bump against the frame and he suddenly stops. Taking a step back, he pulls off his vest, removes his sash and pushes down his trousers, stepping out of his hide shoes as he disrobes in an instant. Petrona is quick to follow his lead, dropping her top and skirt to her ankles and revealing her exquisite body to him.

He leans in, grabbing her breasts and giving them a careful squeeze as he licks and sucks on her nipples. Inadvertently, he tastes her milk. He immediately notices, having already forgotten that she's recently borne his child. Lying her back, she lifts her legs into the air for him, a hand reaching down and spreading her loins; she's advertising her body to him. The large, throbbing cock between his legs seems even larger than she remembers, and the panda girl is briefly intimidated by his size. Her nether lips are already glossy with her fluids as he climbs atop the bed.

Dropping his cock against her flat belly, he grinds his meat against her fur. She reaches a hand down, resting it atop his penis. She gasps as he's nearly four of her fingers in width. A shifting in her wrist reveals that he's also just over three fingers in height. Combined with his length, he truly rivals the stallion Voeldahn, some of whom she's seen emerging undressed from bathhouses. Taking hold of her ankles, he bends her body into a subtle crescent, canting her hips and pointing her loins toward the corner where the wall meets the ceiling. He grinds the underside of his big cock against her pussy lips.

Petrona's pawlike feet sway as his arms move with his body, her toes loose and swaying. If she had a tail longer than her little stub, it'd be wagging quite vigorously. Without saying a word, he pulls back, takes aim, and quite roughly pushes the head of his cock into her burning hot, soaking wet loins.

“Ahhhh!"

“NNNGGFF!"

It pops into place and she squeals, while he grunts quite loudly. Her body is just as amazing as he remembers it. Her pussy is perhaps the best he's ever had; only Rosamund truly rivals her. Koralus pushes his girth deeper and deeper, driving his organ into her body. Petrona leans her head over, eager to watch the splendid sight. He responds to her shifting by spreading her legs wide, giving her a perfect view. She gazes between her mountainous orbs, peering down at his huge cock invading her little pussy. The panda girl squeals as the human forces more and more of his length into her, his body shivering with delight as he takes his slave.

She has no complaints as she lay back, enjoying him. Even if she were not technically his property, this is exactly where she wants to be. She's desired him for so long. Koralus looks over, seeing her toes spread apart and curling in a strange fashion; it's as if they're seizing from her pleasure. Releasing her ankles, he leans forward. Resting upon his forearms, Koralus slides them beneath Petrona's body, his palms on her shoulder blades and fingers coiling around her shoulders. She's startled by a sudden but passionate kiss. Kiss after kiss, and her heart melts, as does her body.

These aren't thuggish, forceful kisses of a man enjoying his property. No, these are drastically different. It's as if she's with a long-time lover, and they're sharing a heartfelt moment. Her arms wrap around his trunk as he looms over her, her claws raking against his back. Deeper and deeper he goes, pushing his cock into her aching pussy as their tongues entwine with such passion. Their lips part and Petrona's head flies back as she gasps.

“Ahgh! ... By the gods!" She squeals.

Koralus has sheathed his entire length; she can feel his full, heavy balls pressed against her buttocks. Now as full as she's ever been, she feels nothing but intense and indescribable pleasure from her human lover. Stretching her loins to their limit, he begins pumping, working her little vagina with his girthy member to the best of his ability, which is considerable, given all of his practice. As he works, they continue to kiss, over and over again. Plop, plop, plop. Her body shivers and her fur begins to matt with sweat as her temperature rises; she isn't even the one moving!

Listening to the pale skinned human's scrotum subtly slapping against her furry buttocks, she loses herself in the moment. Petrona's mind races. Kiss after kiss, thrust after thrust, she feels the human taking her body in ways that her tribe often frowns upon, but that only makes it more enjoyable. How she loves humans, or more specifically, this exact human. However, as her thoughts race, she returns to a few in particular. Petrona feels such joy, not just from the wonderful pleasure of their sex, but for how everything turned out for her and her son. She's back with the man she's desired for nearly a year, back in his arms and now under his care.

Knowing her story and having been told bits and pieces of the other's, she comes to a similar conclusion as Koralus' other women; this is too coincidental to be coincidence. She belongs here. She belongs with Koralus. This is what the gods and the great goddess have decided, and thankfully, she's already quite fond of the human. As she ponders these thoughts, she gasps and groans, feeling Koralus' large penis stretching her vaginal canal in the most wonderful ways. Raking her claws against her lover's back, she nibbles at his shoulders and neck. Their sweaty bodies entwine as her fur matts and the room fills with her musk. Her life couldn't possibly be better than it is right now.