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Preview - Serving Your Herm Wolftaur Queen by Zmeydros

Thalassayah's chambers look like someone mashed together an observatory and a library. The bookshelf towering over the ornate globe to your right is particularly spectacular. Each book on it twinkles more like something you'd expect to see through the telescope in the center of the room than something that had a home beneath the sky.

Despite the fact that it would take you a lifetime to fully understand the contents of this room, none of it interests you nearly as much as its master, your wolftaur queen.

Thalassayah stands six feet ten inches tall. The white streaks in her grey and tan fur travel from the top of her muzzle, up over her head, all the way down her back, and across the flank of her feral lower body. Her four paws are planted on the floor so firmly that a meteor strike couldn't sway her. You can't even imagine the sort of calamity it would take to get her to drop the thick tome she's holding in her paw-padded hands.

Looking up from the tome, her piercing yellow eyes meet yours. "Do you know why you were chosen?"

You shake your head, fearing that answering her, without permission to speak, would invoke her wrath.

An ache in your knees reminds you that you've been kneeling for twenty minutes without moving. Being a Queen, Thalassayah has no reason to worry about wasting your time. Hers is worth so much more than yours, after all.

"It should be obvious." She sets the book aside on a tall narrow table made out of gorgeous cuts of marble. She looks you over very slowly, letting the silence linger as if to tempt you to speak so she can punish you after all.

At first, you avoid looking at her since she's not wearing her normal blue and gold royal attire. Instead, your eyes drift to the telescope which dominates the center of her chambers: a marvel of fine filigreed craftsmanship and engineering. Surrounding the telescope and, seemingly randomly placed in concentric circles, are foot-wide mirrors on posts that go up to about chest height. Beyond the telescope, at the far end of the room, is Thalassayah's spacious pillow-covered bed.

The draw of her large-breasted upper half proves too distracting and your eyes are now back on her. You try to keep your gaze above her neck line, but your eyes soon wander down her chest and belly until you're staring at the heavy balls and large sheath hanging from her feral half.

Blood rushes to your groin as her unique hermaphroditic taur body fills you with desire once again.

While you struggle to keep from becoming erect in front of your queen, she explains, "You were caught touching yourself during my coronation. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Prostrating yourself before her, you wordlessly beg for her forgiveness.

"Your reverence pleases us," she coos.

Your heart soars at her compliment, but you keep prostrating knowing you must do so for as long as she pleases.

You hear her pad across the floor and flip through her tome. Fifteen long minutes later, she approaches you and says, "Rise."

Even though it pains your legs, you go back to your kneeling position.

She motions toward you, "Approach us."

Getting to your feet, you stumble, your lanky human body nothing compared to the splendor of her form.

Once you reach her, she puts one of her paw-like hands on your shoulder. As she moves, her cleavage bounces under the sheer gold-embroidered maroon fabric of her lingerie-like top.

You flinch and nearly fall over. How is it that she is honoring you when you are here because you were being indecent at her coronation?

"Don't be afraid, vassal, we don't fault you for your perversion. It is not inappropriate to adore one's queen." She takes her hand off your shoulder and puts her muzzle an inch from your nose. "Though, I am fascinated that you would lust for your queen in public."

Trembling, you take a step back. For the queen to be this close to a commoner like you is blasphemy!

"My my, aren't we tightly wound." She sniffs your hair close enough that you feel her wet canine nose touch your scalp. Then she grabs hold of your shoulders and puts her muzzle so close to your nose that you can feel her hot breaths.

Thalassayah whispers musical ancient words and gestures toward the tome on the marble table. It thrums and flips through pages until it reaches the right passage. A soft cyan glow envelops her, like a halo encircling the moon.

"Be still, peasant." With one long lap from your chin to your forehead, she licks across your face.

Even though you continue to tremble, you stay planted in place, not moving even one millimeter. Her breath smells like roses, and her tongue is long and warm. It leaves behind an electric sting, like wool drawn across your skin in the dead of winter.

Looking into your eyes, she says, "Now that I have anointed you, you are my servant, bound to me until the day you die. Are you prepared to serve me in all things, no matter how bizarre or profound?"

You never expected that this day would come. From your meager existence of odd jobs to a servant to the queen? There is no higher calling. With your heart swelling with pride, you nod.

"Good, now take off your clothes," she says simply.

You look at her with wide eyes. Is this a test of some sort? Surely baring yourself to her would be a form of disrespect.

"You've come this far only to hesitate? How disappointing." With her claws, she rends your tattered shirt to ribbons and pulls it off you.

You cower. Does she intend to eat you? No one has said she eats her subjects, but people often joked that the previous queen did and jokes often hold a bit of truth.

She pulls you against her front, cradling your head in her cleavage. Her warm, full breasts caressing you through the thin fabric. "Shh, still your fear and relax."

Your deep breaths are filled with her rosy scent. Her hands drift across your back, easing your tension. When you are finally relaxed against her, she says, "Do you trust your queen?"

You nod.

"Then shed your clothes. We wish to bestow an honor upon you so great that you will never question our good nature again." She lets you go and steps back, a toothy grin on her face.

Taking off your pants and underwear, you drop them off to the side and cover your nakedness with your hands. What gift could she possibly have for you that would require you to expose yourself? Does this even have anything to do with the gift?

"There is no need to hide your nakedness, we have seen it all before," Thalassayah says.

As you put your hands at your sides, Thalassayah walks over to her telescope and points it at the moon, the observatory dome shifting along with it. To your surprise, the moonlight comes out of the eyepiece in a stream brighter than the amber magic lamps of her chambers. She arranges the mirrors to bounce the light in a twisted spiral that uses seven of the mirrors surrounding the telescope. The last mirror reflects the moonlight at the tome she put on the high table. It starts twinkling like the books on the shelf beside you.

Thalassaya touches the tome while it's being fed moonlight. "Tell us, do you tire of your frail human form?"

You nod. No one has ever put it that way, but it's exactly how you feel.

She makes strange symbols in the air that look like half-melted letters. The book glows brighter. "Do you willingly give your body to your queen to do with as she pleases?"

You nod again having no idea what this strange ritual is for. Didn't she already anoint you as her servant?

The tome hums and lifts off the table, floating in midair. You gape in awe as a beam of moonlight erupts from the tome and hits you in the chest. It stings, like a razor is being drawn across your skin.

Thalassayah speaks harshly as she gives her most forceful order yet. "You must answer this next question truthfully. If you lie to me, you will turn to ash." She clears her throat to give you a moment for her words to sink in. "If your queen offered her body to you, would you gladly mate with her?"

You stare at her, wondering if you heard her correctly, but the sting from the light reminds you that you must answer. Convinced she cannot be serious, but afraid to answer untruthfully, you nod while blushing profusely.

Tales of the wolftaurs have always been surreal and dream-like. It is said that the purest magic in the land runs through their veins. A kiss from them is said to cure any disease, a lingering embrace from them is said to empower mages to do the impossible, and you can only imagine what the result of mating with one would be.

The tome thrums so loudly that you can feel the floor vibrating under your feet. A second beam of light hits Thalassaya in the center of her taur half. She moans and gasps as you stare in utter amazement. Seconds later, the bright red tip of her canine member is poking out of her sheath!

As her shaft emerges, so does yours. The light is now pleasant, filling you with magic energy until your skin has taken on a slight moonlight glow.

The temptation to cover yourself as you approach full mast is powerful, but you heed her words and don't try to cover yourself. She's angled herself so that you have a side view of her shaft and you've been staring just as intently at it as she's been staring at yours. Wanting to protect your queen's decency, you turn away, observing the gorgeous stone inlays on the globe next to you.

"Do not look away, vassal. Otherwise your queen will think you are displeased by her form."

Heaven forbid you would give your queen such an idea! You watch as she groans and fondles her breasts. Both your erections surge to full hardness. Her feral canine length is huge and tapered. Yours is tiny by comparison, but hard as forged steel.

"Yes! Look upon us. Take joy in our divine form." As she tugs on her nipples through the thin fabric of her top, she lets out a low murr that vibrates your chest. A bead of pre drips from the tip of her prick onto the floor.

While she tugs on her nipples and pinches them, your nipples get more sensitive and stick out farther from your chest than ever before. A bead of pre forms at the head your own prick, your body shuddering from the pleasure and arousal reverberating within you.

As the beam from the tome fades away, the light suffusing you takes on a vibration.

Walking gracefully on four legs, Thalassayah makes her way to her posh bed with rose-colored satin sheets. Her tail is raised, revealing her aroused glistening three-lobed canine pussy. She climbs onto the bed and then lays on her back.

With her massive two-foot-long canine cock sticking up in the air, she says, "Come, join us."

You can't take your eyes off her length as you approach her. About half way down the taper, it's as big around as your arm! The closer you get, the more you can smell her. Hints of lemon, rose, and citrus in a combination so enticing that you are desperate to taste her sex. To even get to her pussy, you'd have to lift her gigantic balls out of the way. They're larger than your fists and you imagine the knot at the base of her prick is similarly huge when fully engorged.

As you climb onto her bed, you find it both firmer and softer than you were expecting. It gives just the right amount to be comfortable without allowing one to sink into it.

"Drink from our royal scepter and receive our good will," she says in a calm but insistent voice.

At first, you're not sure what she's talking about, but then you spot a bead of pre at the tip of her prick. It is so clear, so pure that it holds an upside-down image of the room beyond. The citrus part of her scent is much stronger than before and there's something bestial to it, a beacon for your instincts. Crawling toward her resplendent red phallus, you cannot fathom being in this situation. Your queen, the general who earned the throne by arming the nine Kingdoms with the magic that brought down the Frost-Cap Empire, is giving you, a peasant, the honor of drinking her royal jelly.

You look into her eyes for any indication that this is somehow a trick or a test of your character.

As you gaze upon her, she undoes the delicate vestment that is covering her bosom and bares herself to you. Squeezing her voluptuous furry mounds in her paw-like hands, she says, "Mmm! Such a wonderful pervert, you are. To watch your queen undress without averting your gaze...I sense jealousy."

You blink and then your eyes go wide. How can she know? How can she possibly know that you feel so wrong covered by skin, that you wish breasts hung from your chest, and a pussy hidden behind your balls, just like her? It is blasphemy for you to covet a divine form such as hers. If she truly knows this about you, she should be seeing to your execution, not offering you the honor of mating her.

She chuckles. "Don't look so horrified, that jealousy is why I picked you."

Your mouth falls open and then you nearly demand an explanation only to realize she hasn't given you permission to speak.

She tilts her lower half just slightly bringing the tip of her cock within six inches of your right shoulder. "Save your breath, and wrap your questioning lips around my scepter. If you please me, the answers you seek will be made manifest."

Her scent is so strong that it draws you to the bead of pre on her shaft. Reaching out with your tongue, you lick it off. She shivers and gasps as a numbing shock travels through your tongue and permeates your jaw. The sensation is strange, but it doesn't deter you. Her pre tastes like delicious honey-infused rosewater and her gaze holds the expectation that you continue.

Taking the tip of her length into your mouth, you find that most of her shaft is so thick that you can't encircle it with your fingers. Using two hands to stroke her and bobbing on the end of her prick, you get Thalassayah to fidget and moan.

Your nose goes numb and then tingly along with your jaws, cheeks, chin, lips, and teeth. Her scent deepens as your nose pushes out from your face obscuring part of your vision. You pull off her shaft in surprise, having no idea how to process what's happening. Instead of seeing the pointy pink flesh of your nose, you see a shiny black canine nose. Whining in panic, you bring your hands to your face to find it has an unfamiliar conical shape.

She laughs at you. "Don't try to pretend this isn't what you wanted, pervert. Surely you have come in contact with magic before."

You look at her, wondering how and why while knowing you shouldn't speak. The only magic you've seen was performed at festivals for entertainment, or little cantrips like starting a fire without flint: nothing near this level.

Her right forepaw grabs your cock and tugs making you cry out in surprise and pleasure. "If you truly didn't want a canine muzzle, you wouldn't be this hard. Save us the melodrama and get back to work!" She lets go of your dick and digs her claws into your shoulder pushing you back toward her erection. "Just think, with a wolf muzzle you'll be better at tending to my needs."

You can't deny her logic, you can't fit much of her in your puny human mouth. And becoming more like her can't truly be blasphemy if she is the one instigating it, right? Humans who use magic to steal the wolftaur's likeness are evil, but humans who are gifted it for being truly good servants...that has to be a loophole. Assuring yourself that sucking the queen's prick to gain her traits is an act of devotion, you begin pleasuring her once more.

"That's it! Trust in your queen." Thalassayah bucks her hips, testing your ability to handle her massive length.

As the pressure in your jaws and cheek bones increases, your muzzle gains inches. Tan and grey fur grows in, feeling like a firm brush being drawn across your skin. Your heart soars at the sight as you drink down spurt after spurt of her pre. Once you have eight inches of her shoved down your throat and are forcing your gag reflex to shut up, you stroke the underside of her prick with one hand while grabbing one of her pomegranate-sized balls with the other. It's heavy, firm, and is incredibly satisfying to play with. Lifting it up, you take a peak at her glistening three-lobed canine pussy and wince as your cock aches with need.

"Hmm, we think you desire more than simply being our servant. No, you want to be our bitch as well." She forces more of her length into your muzzle and sends a thick stream of pre down your throat.

A spike of ecstasy centers on your nipples as they expand. The flesh below them swells as your new breasts hang heavier and heavier on your chest. Tan and grey fur spreads over them as your curiosity overpowers your good sense and you grab them with your hands. Your big nipples dig into your palms as you moan around her shaft and nearly cum on the spot. They're so girly, so full, and so sensitive: the perfect mixture of firm and supple.

"Hey! We didn't say you could touch yourself. Stop this instant," she says.

Remembering your purpose, you grab at her knot with one hand while fondling her balls with the other. She growls and claws at your back as her knot grows larger.

"Do not spill one drop!" she says before losing herself to pleasure. Her shaft lurches in your grasp, her knot swells larger than both your fists combined, and then she shoots so much cum that...

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