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Honorable Maid Victoria

When I first laid my eyes on him, he was such a sweet, cherubic little boy. Smooth cheeks, soft brown hair, and wide brown eyes. I remember... I remember him clutching to his mother's skirt, looking for her protection as he was introduced to me. I was to be his new maid, who would wait on his every need. I would feed him, clothe him, even bathe him if necessary. Young Master Ulrich... even now, I imagine that little boy, and even now, thinking about him warms my heart.

But now that little boy... no... he's no boy anymore. This young man... he...

Click... clack... click...

“Hmm..."

Pooouuuuuurrrrr...!

“Mmmfff..."

Tap... tap...

“Okay..."

An elegant teapot. A golden tray. An opulent cup. Bit by bit, she filled this cup with coffee, watching as the brown liquid pooled up to the surface, with steam billowing into the air. Her movements, her hand, her fingers; all of it was trained and expertly done. She didn't even flinch when the fluttering steam nearly fogged the glasses that sat upon her face. Instead she...

“Aaaah..."

Within the Kingdom known as Dudral, beastkin are seen as second-class citizens to their human counterparts. The rulers of the land – the dukes and duchesses – are all human themselves, and they've been so since Dudral's birth. Centuries ago, the Dudral Kingdom – then an empire – were known for their brutal conquest of the countrysides, shaping history as we know it.

And none were as impressive, none were as storied, none were as revered nor as reviled as House Invictus.

Some would say that their name was more synonymous with Dudral than Dudral itself. One of the founding families of the kingdom, they have been here since the empire's inception, and have watched many other families rise to prominence, and fade away into existence. All the while, it stands tall and firm; unshakable, untouchable... unstoppable.

Even now with their war days behind them, House Invictus remains a beacon of strength within the community, and a powerful one at that. So... who is she to deny him his...?

Ah... yes... who is... she? Who is this woman who stands so tall? Well... she is a wolf. Her fur is a tan color, which turns white the closer you come to her chest. Her hair however was blonde like gold, long too. However, instead of being allowed to freely fall, her long locks were tied into a French braid, and further held in place by the bonnet on her head. Meanwhile the front bangs were parted, allowing everyone to gaze upon her soft features.

Yes, soft features. Unlike her species known for their stout, powerful appearances, she was more... round. Her chin was pointed, but her cheeks were soft and curvy, and her gaze even lacked that sharp glare most canids were known for. Instead those blue eyes were just as soft as her appearance, even as they sat behind rounded glasses.

And that curvy face, it extended to her body. So round... so plump... so thick in all of the right places, yet still shapely in all others. Her shoulders were smooth, her bust curvy and large, her hips rounded and wide, and her waist... rather thin, really. And all of this was covered behind the veil of a black and white maid uniform. A Victorian maid uniform, of course.

It clung close to her body, where it exuded a sense of professionalism and majesty, especially as she walked with that golden tray in hand. No movement was too strong, yet none were too slow, showing a very practiced and skilled way of walking. For everything she did was without flaw, knowing far too well what failure may bring.

And yet...

All around her laid the halls of opulence. A home with many arches, many hallways, many furniture pieces dripping with decadence. Portraits of days passed even lined the walls, from the likes of Hilda Invictus, to Kronhein Invictus, and yes, even the mightiest of them all – the Rose of War herself – Nadia Inivictus! But for her, these were all portraits she's seen many, many times, for she had spent so much time in these halls, this estate may as well be her second home. But of course, she was not foolish enough to actually think this, for this was not her home, but his home.

His... home... his...

Stopping before his door, she paced herself briefly, knowing what to expect. The smile, the voice; those were the same. But the eyes? Those eyes were new to her. When he looked at her with those eyes, she found herself quivering. The once soft and cute boy whom she dotted on, whom she helped raised, now looked at her with... those eyes.

Those... eyes...

And this morning like all mornings, she'd take a deep breath, thinking she was strong enough to face him and those eyes. Yet also today, like usual, she knew deep down inside that she'd fail. Still, she had a job to do, and she'd do it; those eyes be damned. So she opened up the door.

“Good morning, Master."

What she saw staring back at her was the flutter of indigo-colored robes. They were fine and elegant, embroidered with the design of a flower, and made from materials far too expensive and extravagant to go over. Not to mention the fact that they were so soft.

But the robes were worn by someone, its sash tied tightly around his waist. A young man, a young human man, who barely came up to her chest. He was standing at the window of this massive bedroom, his hands behind his back, his eyes leering out towards the vast land outside. Seeing him there, so erect, so quiet, the maid briefly stole herself, needing a few moments to swallow her spit. And once she did, she called again, saying,

“Master?"

And he turned to face her.

“Victoria! Good morning!"

He was young. He was so damn young. He was thirteen years her junior, and it showed on his face. Such a youthful man, still with the clear eyes and soft features one would expect of a young adult. His hair was short and brown, flowing over his head like an umbrella, though parted around his face so that all could see his expressions. And such an expression; he was smiling.

And that smile could light up a room.

Still dressed in his nighttime robes, the young man slowly walked over towards his maid, beckoning her forward with his cheery smile and kind expressions. But she was hesitant, and even wanted to avert her gaze. Why?

Because of those eyes.

They were wide and brown, kind and young. But when those eyes traveled upon her form, she saw them take a unique glint. The young man who once looked up at her like a child would gaze upon his sibling, or even his mother, now looked at her with those eyes. Those eyes that a man would give a woman. Those eyes that a male would give a female. Those eyes that a lover would give.

Those eyes of lust.

“G-good morning, Master Ulrich," the maid – Victoria – said as she bowed before him, “I see you are already awake."

“I may not be studying as frequently as I once did, but my body says otherwise," he claimed with a hapless smile and sheepish chuckle, “Apologies for having you wake up so early, Victoria. I know you'd much rather be asleep over the summer days."

“Nonsense, Master," the wolfess replied with a shake of her head, “I am your obedient servant. I will always be ready to hear your beck and call."

“Hmm! And I am so thankful to be under your ever watchful eye, Victoria," he turned, his eyes falling on his desk in the distance, “I don't think I'd be half the man I am today if not for your guidance. At times, you were more of a mother to me than my own mother!"

“Oh... hm... so flattering, Master, but don't say such untrue words about Mistress Elza," Victoria replied as she followed him to his desk, where she placed down his tray and drink, “I am nothing more than your humble servant. Now please... your morning coffee, Master Ulrich."

He nodded as he grabbed his cup by its handle, watching as Victoria poured in the perfect amount of cream and sugar. As usual, her movements were practiced, even in how she swiveled a spoon around his coffee, mixing the drink up until that once dark brown liquid now had a brightness to it. Silently her young Master thanked her, while his eyes trailed up towards her face.

That face. That beaming face. So young and cute and cherubic; even now after ten years. But those eyes. Those sensual, lewd, lustful eyes. When they crossed her form, the wolfess found herself tensing up like a thief caught by searchlights. And though shameful, she had to look away, breaking the gaze before her body got too hot.

Had it not been for that ring around her finger, would she be so shaken by his gaze?

“So what are your plans for the day, Master?" Victoria asked as she watched Ulrich take a sip of his coffee.

“The same as usual, Victoria. I write," he replied with a cheery smile, “I have a letter I wish to send to my friend, Duke Vaila. I hear his brother has recently returned from his missions, so I wish to give him my acknowledgment. But I also have more pertinent... more political reasons for this letter."

“I see... well... it makes my heart soar knowing you are taking your duties as future duke seriously," Victoria claimed as she gained a smile on her face.

“Heh heh... among other things..." he replied, causing her to stiffen up.

And once again, those eyes had to ruin the moment. They trailed over her body, taking particular note of her bust. She was also more... how you say? Endowed in certain areas when compared to her fellow beastkin, and her chest was certainly one of those areas. So large, and round and full; it had on more than one occasion drew some unwanted attention. Typically, her husband was there to fan away any promiscuous eyes.

But her husband was not here in this chamber, was he? It was just Victoria and her Master. She should tell him to stop but... the way he trailed his gaze along her form and figure, it sent these bolts straight to her brain. The wolfess felt... good.

As stated before, this was not the first time she had been longed for by someone else. But these were not lecherous perverts at a bar, or passing men on a street; this was Master Ulrich. The young man whom she pampered since he was a child, now was looking at her less like a servant, less as a maid, not even as a beastkin, but as a woman. And that gaze, it left her feeling... feeling... feeling...

“Your morning baths!" Victoria suddenly exclaimed before calming down, “I should draw your water for your morning bath."

It left Victoria feeling ashamed.

“Ah... yes! Yes you should!" Ulrich said as he looked away to take another sip of his coffee, “When I write my letter, I'll need to send it to the post office. I cannot go there looking anything less than my best, of course!"

“Of course... of course! Yes... of course," Victoria said as she gave her Master a bow, “Then I... shall be on my way."

Bowing yet again, Victoria began making her leave of his bedroom, her hands resting upon her stomach. But as she stepped for the doorway, her head tipped so that she could look over her shoulder. Staring upon Ulrich in the distance, the wolfess' hands came together, while her expression grew longing.

And her fingers fiddled with that ring on her finger...

…

I started noticing his shifting gazes around his seventeenth birthday. As he became a young man, his world view also began changing. While he was still occupied with replacing his father as head of House Invictus, Ulrich began longing for the things all young men desire at some point in life. He had money, he had power, he had respect, but what he did not have was love.

Or, more accurately, he did have love... love for me.

I tried ignoring it at first, blaming it on my own innate desires. My husband and I have tried for years to have a child, but to no avail. And now that my young Master was growing into a young man, I thought my own inhibitions were toying with my senses. I felt ashamed... but Ulrich's eyes never changed. In fact, they grew lewder. At times, I could feel him undressing me with his gaze alone.

And I feared that if he were to order me to do something obscene... I wouldn't be capable of telling him 'no'...

Sometimes, Victoria wondered if she had failed at being a maid. She should have squashed these wayward feelings in her Master when she first saw those eyes. Now they've only blossomed, making her feel ashamed of herself. Beastkin-Human relationships were already seen as a crime against the gods as it were, despite the number of dukes and duchesses who do more than just gain 'service' from their servants.

Was that to be her fate then? Nothing more than Ulrich's sexual conquest? His concubine? His slut? No... even with those lewd, lustful eyes, she knew he'd never treat her like that. He was far too kind a young man to be like that. Still, the fact that at least one part of her seemed to reciprocate these feelings, spoke a thousand words in its own right.

It all made her feel even worse.

Up and up and up, the waters of the bathtub were steadily filled, with Victoria standing idly by, watching. Her hand did not touch the knob until it was at its perfect height and perfect heat. Steam steadily arose from the opulent white tub, shimmering in the light that gleamed through the windows. When she stepped back, the wolfess nodded in a pleased manner, while her head drifted elsewhere yet again.

Only the dukes and duchesses of Dudral have such amenities, with their poorer peons forced to use the public bathes if they wish to clean themselves. Running water like this was a privilege offered to very few. But if she and her Master were indeed to enter a relationship with one another, would she too be allowed to bathe in these tubs? She used to wash with him when he was a child, but of course, those days were long since gone.

Still... she wouldn't mind pressing a clothe to his face once again, perhaps stroking down and--

“Victoria? Is the water ready?" a voice called from the doorway.

She turned to face it, her eyes befalling her Master yet again. Ulrich's face was as bright and wide as usual, giving her that beaming smile upon his face. But his robes...

His robes...

His robes had parted open in the middle, revealing his body beneath. And despite his tendency to stay cooped up in his room all day right, her Master was tone, lean too; certainly not the body one would expect of a writer. Ulrich was as spry as many nobles despite his lithe figure and features, having been quite the active busybody: riding horseback, practicing his sword play, among various other athletic activities. And while she was always there, standing by on the sidelines watching him perform, it was not until now in his bathroom did Victoria take a moment to just...

Stare...

“Victoria?"

“Ah! Yes! Yes! Your water is ready, Master Ulrich!" she said, flustered by his appearance.

He didn't respond however, instead chuckling as he walked up behind his maid. Their he placed his hand upon her back... where his hand stroked down to gently slide along the curvature of her buttocks. The briefest touches to her posterior caused Victoria to straighten up, as she swore she felt his hands sink in momentarily.

Had her Master... groped her?

This... wouldn't be shocking. In fact, tales of dukes and duchesses groping, touching, and outright raping their beastkin servants, were a dime a dozen in Dudral. It happened all the time when the rich and powerful were outright blatant with their antics. But Ulrich was different; he was such a kind boy; he'd never grope anyone!

Is what she was telling herself... because as much as Victoria hated to admit it, that touch felt good.

But it was as brief as her thoughts, with his hand falling away before anyone could really comment on it. He certainly didn't as he shifted his eyes towards the tub, walking towards it as he began fiddling with the sash of his bathrobes. Was he... about to remove it? With her standing right here!?

“I-I'll take my leave now!" Victoria exclaimed, jolting her young master.

He turned to face her from over his shoulder, at first bewildered, but then smiling in that typical, beaming fashion of his.

“What's wrong, Victoria? You've seen me naked before! You used to bathe with me, remember?" he stated, to which she shook her head.

“But you were... much, much younger then than you are now!" she stated as her eyes drifted towards the walls, a blush of embarrassment adorning her tan cheeks, “And I'm quite surprised that you even remember such things... I..." she shook her head and turned, “I'll just leave now so that you may clean yourself."

“Well... would you be so kind as to set out my clothes, Victoria? I will be out shortly," Ulrich asked, making her smile and nod, thankful for a reasonable and simple request.

“But of course, Master Ulrich," she said with a bow as she headed towards the door, “I will set out nothing but the best for you."

“Heh... I would expect nothing left."

She was quick with her movements, heading towards the door in order to squash these feelings which kept rising up from her throat. But once again, Victoria found her wondering eyes leering over her shoulder towards her young master as he began fiddling with his garbs. It was brief, then the sash was undone, allowing his indigo robes to slowly pull away from his body. He removed them just as slowly, dropping the garbs to the floor in a pool of material, and unveiling his body beneath.

When had her Master become so... so... so...

Beautiful...? Victoria... she...

Oh no! Not again!

Stepping through the door, she closed it behind her with an audible--

Thunk!

Ulrich's head turned, gazing at her phantom presence... and a smile spread out upon his lips.

…

I'm not sure what is scarier; Ulrich's attraction to me, or my own reactions to it. It's as if my mind yearns for one thing, and my heart – my body – yearns for something else entirely. I keep telling myself that he is my Master, and a boy who – at times – I viewed as my own son. I even remember slips of the young in his youth when he'd call me 'Momma', and how my heart fluttered every time I heard it. But this boy who I have watched mature into a young man, I now find attractive in his own right. His charming smile, his lovely voice, his kind mannerisms; if he were not my Master and I were not married, I would have thrown myself at him without a second thought.

But my duties to both him and my husband conflict, and my desires as a woman conflict with them as well. This thrilling sensation that gnaws at me, and this desperate attachment to my responsibilities... it leaves me conflicted, and I do not know what to do.

What has Ulrich done to me?

“Vicky!"

“Mmm?"

His was a voice that boomed in her ears, first making her melt, then shoot up. That conflicting feeling once again stole her heart, making her wonder briefly where she was. Her eyes even wheeled around, not stopping until they settled upon the paltry kitchen before her.

Paltry...

It was small and timid, with barely enough room to walk around in before one arrives at the dining hall. The seams were rattly, the wood chips of the shelf were clipping, and their was that one cabinet with the loose joints that needed to be slammed shut, otherwise it would smack someone in the face. Maneuvering around this place would be a bit difficult, unless you lived here.

Like she did.

This was not the kitchen of her Master, not the grand kitchen of the Invictus Estate, but instead the small kitchen belonging to her, for this was the home of Victoria Mason. Meaning the voice that called out to her belonged to...

“Vicky?"

His powerful hand fell on her shoulder, gently kneading her in a soothing, loving carress. It was joined by his other hand on her other shoulder, both working in tandem to relax the wolfess. She swooned from his touch, her eyes closing and her lips smiling as she let her imagination drift. These powerful hands... these loving, powerful hands...

What if they were smaller? What if they belonged to a human? Would she...?

Oh no...

“Vicky?"

“Marius! I... hoh..."

Marius Mason. Oh, you know the name Marius Mason. What? You don't? Then go down to the mountains surrounding Python Ridge, and you'll hear a lot about Marius Mason. His prowess as a steel-driver – a man tasked with hammering a steel drill into rock in order to make holes for explosives, usually in the construction of railroad tunnels – is so great, people would say he's legendary if not outright mythical in status! Just the mere utterance of his name is enough to command respect from all: human and beastkin alike.

And he certainly had the height and build to match. A tall, gray wolf of such great proportions, strong and tight and mighty in all faucets. From his broad chest, to his large arms, to his great snout, and his keen eyes, he was a man among men, a demigod come to earth. His hair was wavy and brown, his eyes beautiful and green, and his face...

His face...

So damn kind.

He could move mountains, could bend metal, could part the sky if he howled loud enough... and yet he didn't need to, not with Victoria. For it was not his strength she fell in love with all those years ago. No, if she had to pinpoint what she loved most about him.

“Vicky... is everything okay?"

It would have to be his voice.

“Apologies, dear," the wolfess said as she straightened up in place, “I was just... starting to cook dinner. You must be tired after your long walk back home."

“Har! A little tired, but once I saw you standing here," he gently stroked his hand along her face, “I felt myself perk back up again mighty fast!"

She smiled at him, his boisterous and charming voice bringing a sense of calm to her. But those hands didn't remain still on her shoulders, and soon came sliding down her body. Victoria tensed up as the powerful hands of her husband stroked along her form, marveling at it, admiring it, worshiping it... up until his hands came to her butt where--

It happened again. Victoria imagined if those hands were smaller, more human. Like what happened earlier that morning.

“Yaah~~!"

“Oh... har... heh... is everything okay?"

Victoria's hands clamped over her mouth, her cheeks a furious blush as she let out such a lewd sound. It was entirely by accident, but for some reason, the way her husband's hand stroked upon her buttocks left her feeling flustered. The wolfess' eyes even swelled as she looked away, trying to avert her gaze in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Not like Marius minded.

“Normally, we save such sounds for the bedroom, dear," he remarked, bringing an even deeper blush to her face, “Though... I don't mind hearing them like this."

“Mariuuuuusss..." she groaned whilst bringing up her hand to fan herself, “It's... haaaah... it's just been so long, I suppose I've felt a bit...?" she shook her head, “No... a woman shouldn't bring up dealings in the bedroom."

“Don't say that," Marius replied as he shook his head, “Me to though... I've also... ya'know... heh... longed for your touch, dear. But with work at the mines..."

“I know, Marius, I know," she said as she stroked hair from her face, “I just... I..."

Closing her eyes, she tried settling her nerves. In truth, she knew what was going on here. This had nothing to do with his work at the pit, their distance apart, or the lack of intimacy at night.. though that last one certainly helped things. No, like so much going wrong in Victoria's life, she found her mind drifting to thoughts about Ulrich. She could just perfectly feel his eyes stroking upon her form, and equally could feel his hands touch her body, even from the massive distance.

These imaginative images were enough to make Victoria bite into her bottom lip, and even rub her legs together. By the time she realized what had happened, her eyes snapped open to look up at her husband. And Marius... was giving her those bedroom eyes back.

“Do you want to skip dinner, dear?" he asked.

He must have... thought she was making these faces for him. She... aaahh...

“First dinner... then we try again," she replied.

…

Whenever I slept with my husband, I felt ashamed of myself. Since meeting Marius, he had treated me with nothing but the utmost respect. I've never felt scared of him, never felt intimidated, never felt belittled by him or anything. Whenever he says he loves me, whenever he showers me with praise, I feel it. So when we're making love at night, I feel as if his praise is wasted on the likes of me.

Maybe if he had a better, more honorable wife, he wouldn't... wouldn't...

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“Hoooohh...! Mmmhmmm...! Vicky!"

“Nnnghhhaaa...! Mariiuuuuussss...!"

So big. So large. Filling every inch of her pussy and leaving nothing left. The space was tight, the juices slick, the penis throbbing, all mixing together for the heights of pleasure. When that dick pushed inside of her, it slid in straight towards her deep, tight core.

And yet...

Victoria couldn't feel any of it. Or... perhaps that's a bit of a lie; she could feel it... she just couldn't... feel it. The action of being penetrated by a cock and having it stroke along her insides was felt, the feeling of pleasure, of joy, of ecstasy... just wasn't there. It's like being punched, but feeling no pain in it.

No pain... no pleasure...

Within the dark film of their bedroom, Marius mounted his wife from behind. Sweat percolated upon his broad, muscular form, while his thick and veiny penis slid in and out of his wife's ever gripping pussy. His eyes were closed and his drive was focused, his hands keeping her pinned to the bed below as Victoria took his cock in, pound for pound.

Her pliable and soft buttocks slapped and clapped up against his waist, while she kept her head close to the pillows below. Her husband had this powerful drive and this flawless strength in his hips, as if he was using a mere ounce of his steel-driving strength to fuck her senseless.

But...

Victoria retained those senses, even as she felt her husband's penis make a mess of her pussy. There was... there was just this void there that couldn't be dealt with, this absence that couldn't be explained. Nothing was out of the ordinary with Marius – he was doing the same things that once had her screaming out in pleasure only the previous year. But for some reason, what once was the heights of ecstasy, was now as dulled as a butter knife to her.

Victoria felt nothing. So when she felt his knot bound against her with those audible--

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

She grunted and groaned, tensing up slightly as his canine knot began slapping her pussy. Biting into her bottom lip, Victoria knew it was best to just relax and let it happen. Perhaps now – of all times – she'd finally be given that which they both tried so very hard to accomplish.

Maybe this will be the night she finally conceives. Hopefully that would... fill this void she feels. Ah....

“Harrr!"

“Huaaaahhh~~~!"

At least she felt that.

Marius' bulbous knot slipped into her pussy, widening her out to the point that she felt a slight twinge of discomfort. Had her husband gotten bigger, or had it just been that long since they last slept together? Regardless of why, his knot quickly filled up, expanding inside of Victoria to the point that her pussy could barely seal back in over herself. Instead it clinched around his member, holding him tight until they both stopped moving. And after a few moments passed.

“Ooohhhh..."

“Hmmphhh~~!"

The wolfess gripped her pillow tight again, squeezing a hold of it as Marius unleashed the full contents of his balls within her pussy. And with his knot in the way, none could escape, so every bit of seed came flooding inside of her. It coated her walls with spunk and heat, and was even enough to make her swoon as her eyes closed shut. Moans leaving her lips, Victoria rested in their bed, and like usual, Marias laid his chest to her back to cover her in his protective form.

She usually loved this moment of sex; the cuddling. But now, all she felt was...

“Haah... hmm... you were amazing, Vicky," Marius whispered into her ear, making her shudder.

All she felt was shame.

…

I hate myself. Sleeping with Marius had become vacant and dull, no matter his attempts to please me. And as a further insult to him, I've started to fake my climaxes in order to please him. I don't want to hurt his heart, but I'm not sure what else I can do. He's done nothing wrong; this is all me. Everything is all me. If I knew he was longing for another female, I know I'd be livid and hurt... so what does that mean of me to do the same to him?

Today I must return to my Master as I do every morning. I make the trek from my home to his estate, of which I live close by. I can only wonder what he has planned for me now...

It was gray today, misty too. The lands outside of House Invictus had a bit of fog laying over it, and droplets of rain were coming from above. Fortunately, she had enough wherewithal to take her umbrella with her, protecting her beneath the wills of weather. Her boots clicked against the stone path below, though there was some slight mud scuffs on the rim of her shoes. She'll need to clean them when she got into the estate, less Mistress Elza scold her.

Truth be told, she'd prefer such berating. Anything so she could hide from Master Ulrich's eyes.

Victoria's body ached. Sex with Marius last night only served to fan the flames within, not douse them. And though she cleaned herself furiously before coming to the estate, the wolfess could still smell this... scent on her body. She thought it was arousal, but her arousal didn't usually smell like this. Whatever the case may be, she knew it was slight enough that a human nose wouldn't notice it.

Hopefully...

Walking through the back door of the estate, Victoria closed her umbrella and stuffed it aside, before dragging her boots against the rug. She'd spend five minutes using a napkin to clean the rest of the dirt and mud from off her shoes, before leaving the back atrium to head into the direction of the kitchen.

It was all the same, always. Ready the coffee, ready the cream, ready the sugar, then pour the coffee into a tea pot. But as she did this – this practiced song and dance she has performed since she was fifteen – Victoria gazed around the massive, grand kitchen before her.

The pristine white walls and floors, the opulent shelves and cabinets, the cleaned stove top and oven; things that were far beyond her head in terms of affluence. She's worked in kitchens belonging to dukes and duchesses all the time, and yet it never stopped amazing her.

In her youth, Victoria used to think of – used to dream of – a world where she owned a kitchen like this, as oppose to the pathetic one at her home. To have all this space to create whatever fantastical meals she adored, and the freedom to actually do so. That's what her mind was filled with; thoughts of a lofty life in a lofty estate much like this, with children clinging and dotting on her. As a young girl, these fantasies were enough to keep her striving, keep her pushing to do nothing but her best. And when she married Marius, never had she felt so closer to that goal.

But it all petered out. She just kept working and he kept working... but nothing ever changed. Sure, their once pathetic hut became a paltry house, and their once shabby clothes became something respectable... but she was still so far from her dreams. And with their seeming inability to make children, Victoria wondered...

Would she ever see that day?

“Victoria?"

Perhaps not with Marius... but maybe with--

“Master Ulrich?"

Turning, her bespectacled eyes fell upon the young man at the kitchen's doorway. Already it would seem he had awoken and freshened up, wearing nice clothes with glowing skin, and those lovely brown eyes. When his gaze met her gaze, Victoria felt her heart throb, while her young Master praised her with that ever beaming smile of his.

“Good morning, Victoria."

“Master Ulrich, you are already awake? Apologies if I am late."

“No... you're just as early as ever! I just ended up waking up early myself," he explained as he walked forward, “But I am happy you are here."

“Do not worry, Master. Your morning coffee will be finished soon."

“No, no, no," he said with a shake of his head, “Not for that... although..." he rubbed his stomach, “I could never say 'no' to your coffee, nor could I say 'no' to your eggs and bacon. Heh... but instead, for a moment," he extended his hand her way, “Victoria... could you come with me? I desire to show you something."

“Wh... what...?"

Her eyes wide and mouth agape, she wondered what it was Ulrich could possibly have for her. So much so, she was hesitant to actually follow, and even pulled away in some defensive pose. But her Master remained at the kitchen's doorway, his hand reaching out to still beckon her in close, and his mouth still in that warm, charming smile. And his eyes...

Those eyes...

No... not those eyes. For once, those eyes had been placed aside for something more warmhearted, something softer, something like... like... something like the way his eyes used to look as a growing child. So with these eyes that reminded her of a simpler time, Victoria swallowed her spit and reached out for Ulrich, taking his hand into hers.

His touch... was gentle, even the way he clinched on her hand was tender. The wolfess gasped softly, before following along as her Master brought her out of the kitchen. His footsteps were all so practiced as he led her through the quiet halls of the Invictus Estate, with Victoria's eyes locked squarely upon his back. She was lost, but wondering what it was he had in mind... where her imagination began running rampart.

Was this it? Was this finally the moment where he imposed his Masterly powers over her? She didn't think so at first due to the eyes he had before, but now she couldn't think of anything else! If Ulrich did order her to do something... compromising, well... she would... she would...

Hrrgh... Victoria was shuddering at the thought of it...

But instead of being led to his bedroom, or the lounge, or the parlor, or some other chamber meant for pleasure, Ulrich instead brought her...

“Here... finally..."

Yes, 'here', to the rec room. He pushed open the doors to said rec room, with Victoria hesitating to step through with him. But once she did, she saw...

Clothes. Racks, upon racks of clothes, of dresses. Some were simple sundresses meant for a casual stroll through the park or in the city. Others were more elegant affairs meant for parties and balls. They all came in a variety of colors as well: some where white, some were pink, some where red, some were yellow! And... and they were so beautiful made as well. They had unique designs, and were made from such expensive materials too. They were the kind of dresses she'd marvel at when walking down a street... but no. The clothes in the windows of a beastkin's tailor shop were always just poor imitations of the things humans would wear. Wonderfully made yes, but always poor in material and often times, far inferior in design.

But alas, all of them were dresses meant for a woman... a tall woman. A curvaceous woman. A beastkin. A wolf.

These dresses were meant for...

“Well... do you like them?"

Victoria said nothing as she walked up towards the rack of clothes, her glasses slightly skewed, forcing her to correct them. Or maybe, she was just in utter disbelief that all these wonderful, amazing, beautiful, elegant clothes... were made for her. She just needed to touch them, thinking this was some cruel joke, and that the clothes would fly straight out of the window before her. But no, they remained, and as she traveled her hands gently down their surface, she confirmed just how expensive they were.

Amazing...

And then her eyes grew wide.

“Master," Victoria said as she faced Ulrich, “This... what is the meaning of this...?"

“Well... heh... isn't it obvious?" the young man asked back as he sheepishly scratched his cheek, “Victoria, this is for you," his gaze cut away, “Since I was young... you've always been there for me... been here with me. I wanted to pay you back for it all. And since I've only ever seen you wear your uniform, even in the middle of summer, I thought I should pay you back for all of your hard work, and buy you some clothes. I know Mother and Father pay you well – as they should – but I wanted to pay you in my own, special way. So..." he stroked his hand along her hand, “This is my gift to you, Victoria..."

His tone in that last bit... held a bit of weight behind it. So much so, that the the wolfess shook as her Master's hand tugged at her own. She tugged back while her gaze fell upon his face, and his own gaze looked back to meet hers.

And she saw those eyes again.

But unlike usual when Victoria attempted to avert her eyes, this time she retained her gaze. His every look, his every stare, caused her body to heat up by an indescribable amount. The wolfess let out a gasp she didn't know she was hiding, while she twisted herself left and right, before... before...

Victoria began pushing out her chest.

Her cheeks rosy red as she gently stroked her thumb upon her Master's hand, the wolfess looked away towards the distance. But her other hand came over towards her bust, resting atop it as she continued to flaunt and show off the curvature of her busty and round breasts. Why she was doing such a thing, not even Victoria could tell you. A part of her even thought this was some out of body experience, but no, she was flaunting her chest towards her young Master.

“Ulrich..." Victoria said, her hips softly swaying left and right, “This is... you are far too kind to me..."

He didn't respond, instead moving in to gently press his body against hers, his arms wrapping around her waist to clinch upon her back. He was embracing her, but the differences in height meant his head pressed up against her chest. At first she was hesitant, but after a few moments, Victoria held him back, her hands clutching the back of his head she further hugged him to her bust.

It reminded her of the days when she was far younger, and Ulrich too was a boy. The times he'd call out to her, before bum rushing her in his childish glee, only to be scolded by one of his parents, or – most of the time – scolded by herself in specifically.

But this time, there was this different connotation to their embrace. This time when they hugged one another, Victoria felt that heat rushing through her body. This time when they hugged, the wolfess felt her Master's hand drift towards her hips and butt. And she... pushed her butt out, allowing Ulrich to palm it as he saw fit.

And he did it; he squeeeeezzeeed his fingers around her posterior. Fingers sank into the curvature of her buttocks, letting her feel his digits. How skinny and how deft they were... and how so different they were from Marius and his thick digits. When they fanned out upon her butt, Victoria shuddered and shivered, her hips wiggling softly as if to further present her buttocks to her Master. And in return, he grew more courageous, seeing how far he could push this. So he reached his hands down, curling them around Victoria's rotund butt, and then...

Clinch!

“Aaaaooouu!?"

He squeezed her butt, his fingers sinking in as far as they could go with that skirt covering her. And it wasn't until that squeeze, wasn't until her own inadvertent cry, that Victoria realized what was going on. So she pulled away, defensively bringing her arms up to her face in an attempt to hide herself behind them.

But it was too late. The both of them knew what happened, and it was Victoria who was mostly shaken. She even turned around fully, once again facing the clothes in front of her as her mind spiraled with a multitude of questions and doubts.

“No, I shouldn't have..." she whimpered whilst cutting herself off.

“Victoria...?" he called back.

“No... no... this is wrong... this is... this is very, very wrong," the wolfess continued on as she began fidgeting in place, her fingers prying at the ring around her finger, “I shouldn't... no... I shouldn't have... no what is...?"

“Victoria..."

“I'm married... you are my Master.... I'm older... you're younger... haaah..." she tugged at the apron, “You're human... I'm beastkin... no... this is wrong... this is very, very wrong... this is...?" Grab... “Oh...?"

Victoria's eyes grew wide.

Ulrich's hands.

Were resting...

On her butt.

Both of his lithe, gentle fingers were now holding upon her round, plump ass. And even with the veil of her skirt hanging in the way, she could feel his fingers as they danced upon her curvature. This wasn't just the heat of a moment squeeze like before, no... Ulrich was outright groping her ass.

His fingers pressed in and lifted, drawing a groan from her lips as she felt her butt being moved around like dough. His kneading fingers even massaged her posterior, sending shivers and bolts of pleasure rushing through her spine. Victoria's mouth split open and she let out a gasp, but her young Master did not hesitate. Instead, he spoke.

“I've always loved your big butt, Victoria."

His tone, his words... these were not the things a Master should say. These was not how a man of his caliber should act.

“Master Ulrich... please... b-behave yourself..." she asked, her tone desperate, though her spirit was waning, “You shouldn't... you shouldn't do this... please stop."

“No..."

Her eyes grew wide.

Before Victoria could speak again, she felt Ulrich's head rest upon her thick ass. Like her buttocks was a pillow, he groaned against her, pressing his cheek up against her pliable posterior. Not only were his words wrong, but his actions were so lewd. Her kind, young, refined Master, had been replaced with someone so... lustful.

Those eyes... this was the outcome of those eyes.

“Mmm... you smell so nice..." Ulrich whispered as he rubbed his face and cheek against her backside, moving up and down as he did so, “Mmmm... just as I dreamed..."

“Please don't... don't say such... d-dirty things..."

Victoria's request fell upon deaf ears, and not just for Ulrich, but for herself as well. Hearing her young Master – her young, cute, cherubic Master – say such dirty and filthy things, was a thrill she didn't know existed within her. This side of him, this side which rubbed her butt and smelled her odor, caused Victoria to stiffen up. Her legs came together and her thighs rubbed against one another, while her hands curled beneath her lips. She was panting softly, wanting him to stop, but desiring something else entirely.

Ulrich's hands continued rubbing along her supple backside, groping her through the uniform she had on. She could feel the creases of her panties as they softly riddled up her waist, clinching her body and making her bite her bottom lip. In her head, she kept saying 'no', but her actions spoke far, far louder than the words she wasn't saying. Her tail rose up, presenting more of her body to her Master, and she even started pushing her buttocks out more as well. Nearly bending over fully, the wolfess clutched upon the rack of clothes in front of her, needing its support less her suddenly jelly-like legs give way.

“Hooooohhhoooh~~~" her voice quivered, filling the air with her deeper, baser moans, “Why...? Why are you doing this, Master Ulrich? Nooooo... you shouldn't... we shouldn't... I... I am your maid... I am a beastkin... you... you'll bring shame to your family by doing such... such things with me!"

“Will I?" Ulrich asked as he continued groping and massaging her buttocks, “Don't you know your history, Victoria? For as much as Dudral loves to lavish and glamorize our history as brutal conquerors of the old beastkin tribes from centuries ago, House Invictus has also always been a progenitor in the rights of beastkin. Certain members of our past have even shared more than just a... passing fancy to fetching beastkin such as yourself."

“Noooo... but..." Victoria replied, trying and failing to come up with some sort of retort where she eventually settled upon, “I'm old."

“Not old for me."

“But... you're suppose... to find a nice, young girl. Not a hag like... like me..."

“But I don't want a 'nice, young girl'... I want you, Victoria."

“But I'm... I'm..." she started fidgeting with her ring again, “I'm married, Ulrich. You can't... I can't..."

“I don't care about something like that," he replied, “If I were to be honest... may I be honest with you, Victoria?"

She bit into her bottom lip.

“Yes... be honest with me..." she whimpered, desperation lacing her voice.

“I want you, Victoria. I want every bit of you. I've wanted you for sooooo long too. Hmmm..." he pressed his face into her butt again, “I've lusted after you for so long. I've loved you for much longer. And now that I have you..."

Finally he rose up, freeing her from his raunchy grasp... but only for a moment. Being led along by his had on her hand, Victoria hesitantly turned around to face her young master. And she saw that the once cute, young, cherubic boy had vanished. His hair was the same, his face too, but it all came down to those eyes. Those wicked, lustful, lewd, hungry, eyes. How they longed for her, desired her, with their sharp, piercing gazes, and their lustful glint. Victoria tensed up as she came to face with those eyes, now unable to simply ignore them like she had done before. They were blatant, they were obvious, and they were locked squarely upon her.

“But... but Marius..." Victoria said as she tugged again at the ring on her finger. Was she trying to remove it, or keep it there? Not even she knew anymore.

“Well... I'll just take you from him, then."

It was so... straight forward. So blunt. So brash. So callous. Victoria gasped, astonished that Ulrich could even say such words, let alone with such conviction behind them. He was going to 'take' her from her husband? Take her from Marius?

It was... how could he refer to her in such a way? Ulrich spoke of her like she was an item, not a beastkin, not a wolf, not a woman. He could just reach over and 'take' her, like a thief swiping some gold. Her entire state of being was being reduced to nothing more than some object one can 'own'.

And yet Victoria shivered. This belittling way Ulrich spoke down upon her, sent these shivers down her spine. She... liked it. To be longed for, to be desired so much that her Master would do something so dangerous as to 'take' her from her husband. And when his hand stroked upon her hand, guiding it out towards her like some charming prince wooing a princess, Victoria further felt any inhibitions she had at play, melt away.

“I could give you so much more than he could..." Ulrich stated as his lustful brown eyes gazed up into her face, “All these clothes are yours. You can spend as much time in the kitchen as you'd like. You could enjoy ever faucet of the Invictus Estate at your leisure. And..." he pressed in closer, “I could give you what you want most of all. I could give you..."

He let his voice trail off, but she knew what he was hinting at. And just the taste of it, just the reference, made Victoria's legs clinch in, and a lustful groan slipped out of her lips. She bit into her bottom lip to try and stifle this groan, but the damage was done. Even her womanhood throbbed with need, with desire.

She wanted this sooooo bad... she... she...

She...

“May I... use your phone, Master Ulrich?"

He smiled.

“But of course."

…

I've never felt so ashamed in my entire life. I've never hated myself more now, than I have in my entire life. And yet, that didn't stop me from putting in the numbers in that rotary dial. It didn't stop my body from roaring like a volcano. It did not stop me from desiring this.

Nothing could stop me from...

RING! RING! RING! RING!

“'Ey Boss! The phone's ringin'!"

“Where's it comin' from?"

“Can't tell ya! It's just ringin'!"

“Then answer the damn thing! It could be important!"

Cavern #12. Quite the 'exotic' name, isn't it? No flowery descriptor, no elegant title, no nothing. Cavern #12 was a place of business. Owned by family Orwell, it was one of many caverns dotting Python ridge, with many a beastkin toiling away within to do one thing and one thing only.

Mine.

Doesn't matter the ore, doesn't matter the size, doesn't matter the shape; if you find gold, or silver, or diamond, or amethyst or... anything, it could be found in these caverns. Legends say the goddess of metal working herself once stayed in Python, which is why so many valuable metals could be found within its sediment. It just takes a lot man power – and a lot of courage – to actually mine the stuff.

Outside there were various huts, tents and buildings, all built with the same rigid architecture of strength over style. These looming towers and structures overlooked the majority of the land, with mine carts and their tracks traveling all around like the splintering webs of a spider. And on this one specific tower, resting near an open window and lit candle, a phone was starting to ring.

“I swear... I ain't never gonna get used to these damn things," muttered the warthog who came marching up to the device, “And ain't it your job to answer things like this?"

“C'mon, boss!" said the lanky rat beside it, “You know I don't mess with these things, no how! All this human technology..." he shivered, “Besides, it could be comin' from the main branch, and I definitely don't wanna mess with them!"

“Yeeeaaaah..." the warthog muttered with a roll of his eyes, before slamming his hand down on the phone itself, removing it with an audible--

Click!

“Yerp! This here be Cavern #12, and I'm Supervisor Wesson. Who is it I'm talkin' too?"

“This is... Victoria. Victoria Mason. Hello, Charles..." a voice answered through the phone.

“Huh? Whazzat? Vicky? Vicky, that you? 'Ey! Vicky! It's been a while! Har har! Is somethin' the matter? You callin' for Marius?" said the warthog.

“Yes... I would like to talk to him..."

Shivers traveled down Victoria's spine.

Miles away, safely tucked into the mainland of Dudral, she stood here within her Master's bedroom. She was shaking from toes to ears, her grip on the phone threatening to release it... or crush it in her paw. Sweat was even starting to breach her fur, leaving her panting softly.

But then hands fell upon her shoulders, gently massaging her in a calming, quelling manner. Victoria let out a deep breath, her blue eyes looking over her shoulder briefly as her gaze met Ulrich's. He was smiling with those eyes...

“Hm? Vicky? Is that you?" came a familiar voice through her phone, causing her to stiffen up.

“Marius..." she said, only for her voice to get caught in her throat.

“Is something wrong, Vicky?" her husband asked.

When he heard his voice, Ulrich clinched his hands in upon her shoulders, squeezing her tenderly. The harsher touch and kneading drew a gasp from Victoria, something Marius heard.

“Vicky? What's... what's wrong?" he asked, to which she shook her head.

“Nothing... n... nothing," she answered, her voice panting softly, “It's just that... Master Ulrich has... come down with a sickness. I'm afraid... haaaah... I'm afraid I won't be coming home tonight. I'll need to take care of him."

“Oh... is that all? Phew... and for a moment there, I was worried something was wrong," Marius said, a relaxed sigh leaving his lips.

“I... I apologize for this, Marius..."

“Heeeeyyy, no need to apologize for something like that!" he claimed, “Heh! Truthfully, you're probably making more money than I am. So please, dear, don't apologize, okay?"

“I..."

She stopped herself, for the hands of her Master once again began caressing her shoulders. Stiffening under his hold, after a few more moments of silent massaging and groping, Victoria found herself calming down and relaxing. Her eyes closed and she pursed her lips, briefly questioning if she should do this. She could stop this now, she knew he could, she believed she could... but...

She didn't want to stop it... so...

“Thank you for... for understanding, dear... and... and..." her eyes grew lidded, “I'm sorry..."

“It's okay, Vicky, honestly," Marius said in a reaffirming manner, “Do what you need to do."

“Yes, I--"

Chu... chu...

Softly, Ulrich's lips pressed to Victoria's neck in kiss... after kisss... after kisss... Each one sent a shiver down her spine, before causing her to melt and grow slack. The wolfess' eyes even rocked gently, desire starting to swell once again within her. She bit her bottom lip.

“I have to go now, Vicky. I love you," Marius said, but...

“Mm-hmm... I love you, too..."

It was hard to tell exactly who she was talking too.

Click!

But in the end, it no longer mattered.

Placing the phone upon its receiver, Victoria shivered as she turned to face her Master. His bright brown eyes, his soft features, his beaming face; it was all directed towards her. Now that the call was out of the way, his hand grabbed upon hers, leading her back towards the rim of his bed. The wolfess was hesitant, but the moment he sat upon his mattress, she found herself being brought along with him until--

Pat...

She was sitting in his lap.

Legs spread by Ulrich's body, Victoria gazed down upon her Master, while his hands wrapped around her waist to hold her close. His chin rested perfectly upon her busty chest, while his brown eyes stared up towards her blue ones. Even here while seated in his lap, the wolfess was blushing and hesitant, her blue eyes even looking away.

Until Ulrich reached up with a hand, placing it upon her cheek and guiding her gaze back towards him. Staring upon one another, all the two heard were their breathing; Victoria's being quick, and Ulrich's being so calm and collected. Reaching down, the wolfess placed her hands upon her Master's slender shoulders, squeezing and kneading them while her glasses slowly slid down her face.

“I cannot believe..." she whispered, her voice trailing off.

“Me neither..." Ulrich replied, “I've dreamed of this..."

Such a sinful declaration. Had his mind really been filled with thoughts of her at night? Of the two of them snuggling in bed like a pair of lovers? They've slept together before, but in a far, far more chaste manner. The once rambunctious young boy resting in her lap after tiring himself out, and sleeping against her on a chair, or on a couch, but never anything beyond that. Now however, resting in his lap, Victoria felt like the one being guided along.

Even through the skirt of her uniform, the wolfess felt her Master's fingers as they curled and gripped upon her rotund ass. He squeezed in, taking control over her form as her body arched from the pleasure. His touches were different from Marius; not as strong due to the smaller size, but still dripping in lust and desire. It's not in the strength of his squeezes, its how he squeezed her. How every inch of his finite strength took hold of her, exploring the round curvature of her body. How those digits squirmed and stroked, feeling her up and sliding around. If not for her skirt and for her panties, she knew her Master would manipulate her juicy, plump ass like it was a fine slab of gelatin.

Victoria tried and tried to hide herself, but the more he touched her, the more her voice started seeping through her lips. Stifled moans broke out into groans, while she fitted herself closer against her Master's body. Down there between her spread legs, she felt this heat, this lump, starting to grind up against her womanhood.

It was his...

“Chu... chu... chu... Mmmm... Chu... chu... chu..."

Ulrich's kisses to her neck drew Victoria from her thoughts, instead focusing on the ever heightening pleasure. His lips hungrily lapped at her, his tongue stroked against flesh and fur, while teeth gave nibbles every now and then. Every kiss felt better than the last, reducing the wolfess to nothing but a quivering mess as she leaned against him fully for support. But her Master was not pleased with just kissing her neck; he needed all of her.

So as one hand stroked around to her face, he angled it with his own. Those kisses stopped, and so too did Victoria's moans. For a moment, the two just looked at one another; blue eyes meeting brown. A part of the wolfess remained lost, as if unsure of what was still happening. But the other side was guided along by her Master, leaning in when their eyes closed shut, and their lips met one another.

“Mmm..."

“Mmmfff..."

It was... explosive. Yes, explosive. Victoria's never seen dynamite explode, but she's had Marius explain it to her multiple times. Like... how when a stick of dynamite detonates, its as if the thunder goddess herself struck the ground with one of her mighty bolts of lightning. The world shakes, the skies are blanketed in darkness, and ground erupts to toss rocks and dirty sky-high.

That's exactly what this kiss felt like.

Victoria's lips pressed against Ulrich's, their tongues slicking and sliding against one another. It was slow, but it was so strong, so... loud. The sound of their tongues lapping and their lips smacking, bounced off the wide walls of Ulrich's massive bedroom. Softly, the wolfess moaned into her Master, the pleasure surging through her form to make that heat once again balloon within her. She could even feel her womanhood starting to moisten, but with her legs parted by his body, she could not rub her thighs together in order to stimulate herself. Instead all she had was Ulrich's... penis...

The lump rubbed and bucked and ground against her crotch, making her groan to the point that their makeout finally came to a halt. A bridge of spit hung between the two however, snapping off once she pulled away too far.

Her plump lips were so pouty, glistening with saliva as her cheeks turned a rosy red. And Ulrich sat there beneath her, his lips too glowing with spit, though he had a far more cheeky grin on his face. There were words the both of them wanted to say, but neither side spoke them. Instead, her young Master's hands once again began kneading at her posterior, drawing a sharp 'Yaaaah~!' from Victoria's lips. She looked over her shoulder towards those grabby, lustful hands, before looking back towards the smirk on his face.

And finally, Ulrich spoke.

“Show it to me..."

His voice shook her, being so domineering and controlling and... and commanding. Ulrich never ordered her to do anything. Even when he was young, the most he'd ask for is something to drink or eat, and he was always so polite when he did so. But this order? He was fully using his power as his Master to command her.

And Victoria smiled.

“Yes... Master Ulrich..."

Standing up from off of his lap, the bespectacled wolfess took to her shaky legs where she nearly tumbled over. Once she stood up straight, she turned herself around, facing the full-body mirror within Ulrich's bedroom. What she saw staring back was a wolfess on the heights of slutty enjoyment. She couldn't believe she was doing this, nor the fact that she wasn't stopping herself.

She just kept pushing on...

Grabbing her skirt, Victoria pulled it open and lifted it up, all as Ulrich watched with his unflinching eyes. The ass he had been marveling at for so long now, the one he fantasized about, the one he dreamed to touch and grope...!

Was now sitting before him. And... the wait was well worth it.

This perfectly plump, pliable posterior. So round, so juicy, so thick. This shapeliness, this curvature, this size; all of it wonderfully fixed to Victoria's rubenesque body. Her tail was even raised, flaunting the full extend to her round, tan-furred ass. And with her white panties clinging up close, and her elegant garter belt and straps framing it, Victoria's buttocks looked like the most glorious of portraits ever put to frame.

“Mmmmm..."

But... the orders weren't done.

“Shake it..." Ulrich commanded, making his maid shiver as she bit into her bottom lip.

“Yes..."

Still keeping her skirt up, Victoria began slowly swaying her hips left and right in a taunting display. It wasn't much – she wasn't practiced in this sort of act – but that did not matter to her Master. The movements of her buttocks was hypnotic all the same, tantalizing and magnetizing his brown eyes as he watched her cheeks sway. He could feel his pants tightening from the show, watching her rotund ass taunt him, tease him, all whilst begging to be touched, to be groped, to be kissed, to be licked... and to have so much more done to it.

“Is... is this to your liking, Master?" Victoria asked.

“Hmph... yes... yes it is," he answered, sending a shudder through her body.

Gazing over her shoulders towards him, the wolfess saw the look of desire dripping on his face. His sharp brown eyes and sensual smirk were pointed towards her and her alone, making it hard to discern the young adult she knew him as, and the lustful man he was now. All of that came to a halt when he stood up, walking over towards her where his hands reached out for her buttocks.

“Aaahh~"

Just the slightest touch had Victoria shaking; his hand was touching her flesh and fur directly. Fingers curled around her buttocks, groping her without any garment or skirt or anything in the way. She could feel those human fingers squeezing a hold of her butt like he was cradling a ball. At first it was delicate, just touching and grooving through fur... but as time went on, he grew more courageous and firm with his groping. They clinched in, squeezing into fur and flesh, whilst lifting her glorious rump up. Victoria cooed as her Master touched her, wondering if Marius had ever done something like this.

Perhaps in their youth... but not now... not when... aaahhh...

Ulrich was graceful and skilled, exploring her like a sculptor carves out his magnum opus. Her physique which was so plump and pliable, yet still curvy and straight. Her buttocks which was so large and plump, and still so shapely. Her thighs which were so sumptuous and thick, but also lovely and smooth. And when it shook a bit more – further taunting her Master – he framed that buttocks with his hands just to leer at her crack.

Then Ulrich moved his face in, and...

“Sniiiffff...!"

“Hmmfff...! So dirty...!" Victoria remarked as her Master smelled the odor dripping off her form.

She was sweatier now since this all had begun, causing her natural musk to percolate upon her buttocks. But even the sound of his smell paled in comparison to the simple, affection touch of--

“Chu... chu..."

“Ohoohoho~~~!"

Just those kisses to his butt had her melting.

Victoria fell over, her hands falling on her knees to keep her propped up as best she could. But with her no longer holding up her skirt, it fell over Ulrich, covering him in shadows beneath her gown... but its not like he mattered. Her smell now was all encompassing, drawing him to kiss her butt more and more and more. Every kiss drew a groan from Victoria, who couldn't stop him, nor did she want to stop him. She just kept letting him kiss her buttocks, all whilst shaking and waving her hips about.

Ulrich reached up, his fingers hooking into her panties as he slowly began pulling them down her body. Moaning, Victoria felt as her panties were pealed off her body, leaving her moist cunt where strands of her juices clung to her frilly garment. Those panties came to a halt at her thighs, with Ulrich stopping in order to marvel at her pussy through the darkness of her skirt.

The smell was orgasmic now... intoxicating. It flowed and wafted straight into his nose, drowning him in the heat and pleasure of his maid's body, with the young Master taking in more and more of that delicious odor. Every smell was like a hit of a drug, and he gleefully indulged in said drug again...

Sniifff!

And again.

Sniiiffff...!

And again...

SNIFFFFIIFFFFF!!!

“Mmmphh ~~~! Masterrrrr~~~!" Victoria groaned, while her Master's nose stuck up close to her moist womanhood.

To be smelled so deeply, so close; her juices were coating his nose completely! But Ulrich didn't care; he just kept smelling it! Drinking in her odor deeper, harder, harder, more! More! And when just smelling her wasn't enough, Ulrich brought up his mouth, and he--

“Slick! Slurrrk! Slirrrp!"

“MMMFPHGH~? OOOOOHHHOOOH!?"

Squiirrrttt!!!

WHAT!?

Victoria shuddered, a thick, clear rush of feminine juices coating her Master's face and tongue. Just a few licks and slurps, and he had her climaxing like she was a virgin. It came rushing upon him, showering him in her taste, her odor, her everything. And all the while, the wolfess whimpered and moaned, her tail fluttering as she wiggled her hips, further coating him in the delicious taste of her spicy orgasm.

It felt like forever, but it couldn't have been any longer than a few moments at most. Regardless, Victoria nearly stumbled over, her legs parting to keep hold, though she leaned up against his mirror for support. And when she looked over her shoulder, she watched as Ulrich rose up from beneath her skirt, his face clear with fluids, his eyes close, and his tongue dancing upon his lips to catch whatever residing juices were there.

“Haaaah... amazing..." he whispered as he tasted her nectar, “Heh heh... were you... trying to drown me, Victoria?"

“No... don't say... never..." she moaned as she rubbed her hip, “Haahahahahahaaaa... I've never... hooooooh... it's been a while since..."

She didn't finish her words, fearful of the implications they may bring. Still, what she was implying was understood enough; Marius wasn't handling his husbandry duties in the bedroom, was he? Was it his fault, or the fault of someone else? Hmm...

Oh well...

Standing up behind Victoria, Ulrich began unbuttoning the shirt on his chest with his maid watching him. It grew loose, unveiling his toned, lithe, young body of the human man beneath. It was in start contrast to the towering, furry form of Marius... but Victoria was finding herself more attracted to the former than the latter. And when her blue eyes trailed down his body towards his legs, she noticed the ever present lump in his pants.

So big and large and... waiting to be touched, to be explored, to be played with... to be worshiped. Ah...

Where did that come from?

Ulrich made his way back to his bed, sitting on the edge of it with his legs spread so that his swelling manhood could breath. And like a moth drawn towards a flame, Victoria's eyes were locked squarely on the length between him. Spit began pooling in her mouth as her Master drew his shirt from his form, tossing it aside before extending his hand out to her. And with softly curling movements, he called Victoria closer.

And she followed without hesitation...

Falling upon her knees before Ulrich, Victoria placed her hands upon his thighs, feeling him up through his slacks. Her touch drew a grunt from Ulrich, though his lips curled out into a smile shortly after. She was suddenly less apprehensive; her climax having unleashed the lusts she was hiding within. And with her eyes locked upon the ever growing lump within his pants, there was only one thing Victoria wanted at this very moment.

So she asked...

“Can I?"

And Ulrich nodded.

“Of course."

Fiddling briefly with the belt of his slacks, Victoria freed him from his pants, followed by her hands hooking into the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down where--

Flick!

“Aah~!?"

She thought it would be big... but this was surprising.

The healthy, long, girthy length of a virile and young human man. She's... she's never seen something of this caliber before. Outside of Marius in fact, Victoria can't say she's ever seen another penis. But of course, that's not completely true. Those years bathing Ulrich in his youth, she's seen him naked before. But that was a cute child, and this was a man.

A very strong man.

By human standards, his penis must be on the upper end of things. And even by beastkin standards, his was impressive in its length, shape, and width. The pink glands, the veins on the size, the glowing pearl of precum. Naturally, she compared his penis to that of Marius'. Was it as long? No. Was it as wide? No. It also lacked the knot, but that was to be expected.

But one thing it had on her husband's penis?

“Sniiiiiifffff!!! Oh no... that's... hoaaah... sniiiffffff!!!"

This smell was perfect!

Pressing her sensitive nose up to the side of his cock, Victoria took whiff after whiff his penis, feeling it throb after every flair of her nostrils. She couldn't believe something this... snniiffff... musky and something this... sniirrrkk! good could exist... ahahaahahahah...

Pulling back, Victoria's eyes leered down towards the head of his penis, watching a glint of precum streak from its slit and down its side. Blushing furiously, she couldn't believe she was actually entertaining the idea of... well... you know... putting it in her mouth. At the risk of coming off like some sort of chaste prude, the wolfess couldn't actually say if she's ever performed fellatio before on her husband.

But now as she looked at Ulrich's cock, she found her mouth watering. And then from watering, her jaw actually opened up. And from opened jaw to actually moving forward. Closer... closer... closer...

“Mmmfffff..."

“Hooohh... Victoriaaaaa..."

The wolfess' head sank down on his cock, sliding down inch by inch as she took him into her mouth. The lovely, girthy penis of her Master was inside of her mouth, her drool oozing upon its every inch, its ever crease. And she kept sliding down in deeper, moaning around him with this hunger, this need, this desire!

His cock perfecty traveled down the highway of her mouth, her tongue guiding him along towards the entrance of her throat. And their she sat, Sucking on his cock, lapping at it with her rough tongue as she swallowed down all of the spit and precum that oozed within.

Fuck, it tasted amazing. She couldn't believe something like this something this... hmmph! Something this good could have existed, and it was right here between her Master's legs! Now she understood why fellatio was such a desired act, no matter how disgusting it may seem. The pure act of sucking on his cock, indulging in this taste, this heat, this flavor, this size!

This... size?

“Mmmfphhh!?"

Victoria's eyes grew wide as her jaw began widening out. Was... was Ulrich's penis growing? It suddenly wasn't as small as it once was, and now it pushed against her throat. Not only that but, mmphh! It also felt more rigid, more stern, and thus harder to bend.

But Victoria would not be deterred. If anything, the newly gained shape and size of his penis drew her to suck on him harder. Her cheeks puffed and she gripped tightly upon his hips, guiding her head back and forth at a steady pace. Back, forth, up, down, groaning with this heady, randy desire as her mind was slowly dominated by his taste, his heat, his feel, his smell, his everything.

“Mmmff! Mmmm! Mmmmfff! Mmmmm! Sluurrrrkkk! Mmmmphh!"

And Ulrich?

Ulrich...

“Haaah... Haaaah... hoooh... haaaah... Victoriaaaaaa...!"

His groans filled the air while he relaxed upon his bed, staring down upon her with those brown eyes of his. They had a glint to it; possessive, controlling, and wishing to own, to dominate. Even while he moaned out cutely, and even when his voice occasionally hit a high pitch, it was all done with this swelling need to have the wolfess between his legs.

And with what she was doing... aaah... Victoria must have already been 'gotten'...

His hand fell on her head, gently patting her down as she sucked his cock. Spreading out his legs further, he offered her more space to move around in, with Victoria taking it in stride. Her hands came around the shaft of his dick, her blue eyes opening up as she stared up towards him and his moaning face, and lustful eyes. And in return, the wolfess looked almost pleading. It was as if her face was saying, 'Is this good? Is this good enough? Please tell me it's good enough!'

And in return, her answer came in the form of--

“Hmmmffauaaaaaahhh~~~!!!"

“HRRGKHH!?"

Victoria's eyes doubled in size; an eruption roared inside of her.

Hot, thick, gooey, syrupy cum came flooding into the wolfess' mouth, completely covering her from her teeth to her gums to her tongue and... everything! Sperm flowed like a river, always coming, always sinking, tanking in this thick load that... haaah... it just kept coming!

“Oooohhh.."

“Hrrmmmgphhh...? Mmmmmm..."

And as it finally started relaxing – as his seed tapered from a river and instead into a dribble – Victoria found herself relaxing. His cum, his young, virile, hot cum, tasted soooooo gooooood. It was hot, it was spicy, it was bitter, and it was salty; not a taste everyone would like, but dammit, did she love it.

This much seed inside of a female... he'd impregnate them. She knew he would impregnate them, he could impregnate them. If it went inside of her, and if she made him feel good enough to climax, would she finally...?

Oooooh...

The hot and randy taste of a virile young man, seemingly activated some aspect of her brain that screamed one thing and one thing alone: breed. Victoria's pussy throbbed and ached, desiring him above all else. She rubbed her thigh in response, desperate to stimulate herself more and finally experience something Marius could never give her.

And with that mindset, Victoria slowly pulled away from Ulrich's cock. It was left glistening in spit with not one bit of his thick seed left. No, all of his spunk was in her mouth, and the wolfess swallowed it down. But there was so much spunk, it took a couple of moments to...

“Gulp... glp... guulp... glrk... mmff... gulp!"

Goodness... even the way it slid down her throat was pure ecstasy...

“Aaaahhh..."

Victoria stroked her cheek with her curled finger, in disbelief that this was happening, and in further disbelief by how much her body ached. Never before had the flames of arousal been so strong within her. From the tips of her toes to the points of her ears, every faucet of the wolfess' being beat with the rush of arousal. And perhaps was this nowhere more prevalent than with her leaking cunt, and her hardening nipples. Suddenly the clothes she wore felt like the heat of a desert, choking her to the point that she felt like she couldn't breathe. She just needed to... to!

“Aaaahhh...!"

“Calm down, Victoria, it's okay," Ulrich said in a soothing manner, relaxing his maid, “I'm still here..."

“Master Ulrich..." she cried, her fingers raising up to her lips as tears began breaking from her eyes, “I can't... this has gone on for too long! I can't believe we did something like this! This is horrible! I'm a terrible maid!"

“Victoria..." he whispered as he grasped her hand.

Pulling it towards him, Ulrich stared down towards her fingers, specifically the ring around her finger. It was... by far the worse ring he had ever seen in his entire life. It appeared to be gold, but upon closer inspection, it was nothing more than metal colored gold. The age of it was even showing through, with it chipping and wearing in various place.

And the 'diamond' in the center of the band, was nothing more than a poor imitation of what a diamond should be. It would glimmer when the light struck it, but not like how a pearl would glow, or a jewel, or a real diamond. It was like nothing more than hardened glass, and after little more than five years, it was already chipping in various places. Give it another year, and the 'diamond' would be nothing more than shards on the ground.

The 'ring' was perfectly fixed to Victoria's finger thanks to years of wearing it, but Ulrich... Ulrich was not pleased with this. Locking his eyes in on the 'band', he gripped it and began prying. Victoria gasped... but she didn't do anything to stop him. She merely watched like a statue as Ulrich twisted, then pulled, twisted again, then pulled, twisted one last time, and pulled one last time, untillll...

“Haaah..."

“Huff... there..."

In his palm laid her wedding ring, making her realize just how... pathetic it was. The worn band, the chipped 'diamond', its faded hue; everything about it screamed poor. Never once had she questioned the beauty of her ring. Sure, she knew it wasn't the greatest, but it was something bought and made with love. It held sentimental value because of that fact alone; no one could replicate the feeling of owning this ring, no matter how opulent any other ring may be.

But...

Ulrich loved her too. He'd said so himself, and in a manner she hadn't experienced in a long, long time, he explored her body. The mere touches to her butt was greater than anything Marius had ever done, and it left Victoria wanting more. She wanted her Master to touch her hips and legs, to stroke her stomach and sides, to knead her breasts and shoulders, and to take her to the heights of pleasure she knew he could.

How Ulrich became so skilled in this adult game under her watchful eye, was completely irrelevant to the here and now. Victoria just wanted to experience everything he could give her, and then some.

So when Ulrich closed his hand over her ring, she didn't even flinch. And when he tossed it over his shoulder into the distance where it left her view, she let out a sigh of relief. It was like a weight had been pulled off of the wolfess' shoulders.

What happened next was like a blur for Victoria, for she was swimming in a dreamlike state. Ulrich led her over towards his full body mirror, allowing her to stand in front of it like a statue while he moved around. Sweet nothings left his lips like 'I love you' or 'You're so beautiful' and 'You'll never have to work again'. Though Victoria would have to say his statement of 'We'll have so many children', had her shuddering most above all else.

But as he spoke to her, he moved around her body again and again. First the tied knot of her apron was undone, allowing it to drop off of her body. Next he grabbed her maid uniform, pulling it up and up and up her body, unveiling her half-naked form beneath. Victoria's eyes befell the thick, rubenesque form of a middle-aged wolfess, framed in the elegant lingerie of her garter belt, straps, her bra, and her corset. All were white in color, and all had this floral pattern to it.

Coming around to her back, Ulrich began undoing the strands of her corset, loosening them one by one like he was untying shoe laces. Each undone string released the grip the corset had on her body... but it also released its grip on her breasts, allowing her succulent chest to breath and--

“Haaaaahh...!"

Shuddering, Victoria watched as her corset released her, her plump lips curling into a smile as it was pulled down her frame so that she could step out. All that was left were her garter belt and bra, still fixed to her body in that elegant lingerie. The wolfess remained trapped on her reflection, watching as the lovely hands of Ulrich began to stroke and appraise her form.

They came around from his back; one hand stroking along her stomach, the other hand coming to her chest. Both worked in tandem to bring pleasure to her voluptuous form, stroking and pleasing and kneading. These soft hands were skilled and fine, unlike the more powerful and brutish hands belonging to Marius. When Ulrich's left hand came to the bottom of her chest, she groaned when he squeezed in and lifted up, marveling at her sensual form.

Victoria hadn't felt so desired in a long, long time. Ulrich wasn't just touching her, or pleasing her, or even appraising her. No... he was worshiping her. Every touch, every stroke, every squeeze, every tease, was like he was beholding the beauty of a goddess. And though none of his touches were too great, Victoria felt her eyes close shut and her arms raising up, moaning lustfully ash er young Master showered her with praise.

She wasn't just a wolf, or a maid, or a woman, she was his idol.

She was his...

Kisses began showering upon Victoria's neck, while Ulrich's guiding hands lead her back to the bed. Her mind cleansed of thoughts, all the wolfess could feel was the pleasure gifted to her by her paramour.

Her bonnet was pulled off her head, revealing the golden locks within which were tied into that French braid. But soon, those knots too were undone, allowing her hair to fall like a gilded fleece.

She fell upon the bed, laying beside Ulrich who pressed his lips to hers. Eyes closed, Victoria kissed back, humming against her lover as their tongues danced and spit was traded. He continued stroking his hand along her body, not just to please her form, but to remove the grasp of her bra. Once those clips were undone, the cups fell from her chest, unveiling the soft tan fur of her bosom, and the hard pink nipples within.

Kissing away from her lips, Ulrich traveled down to her chest, his hands squeezed in from the side in order to press her breasts together. She groaned from his frolicking hands, feeling them squeeze, and grope, and knead, with fingers that pushed in, pulled out, pushed in, pulled out; again and again and again and again and again.

Victoria's hands laid beside her head, her eyes closed and mouth wide as she moaned from his touches. But what felt the most exhilarating was that mouth! Ulrich leaned in, capturing her nipples between her lips, with teeth biting softly upon her rigid nubs, and his tongue lashing at the same power. Groaning lustfully, the maid pushed her chest out against her Master more, relishing in his tasting of her body, and indulging in his every lick, kiss, suck and slurp, and, and--

“Aauuuughhhnnnn...!"

Even while he sucked on her tits, Ulrich's hands never stopped moving. And how could they? There was so much body here to touch, so much woman here to please, and he had the time and energy to do all of it. His hands curling around her hips, he lifted her leg up to lay it against her waist, with Victoria clenching upon him in response. Dropping down her arms, she hugged Ulrich as well, wanting to keep her Master as close as he could.

And he responded in kind, grinding and humping up against her where she felt the head of his cock bump against her pussy. It was already so hard again; how much time had passed since he came in her mouth? Gods... she still had the taste in her mouth. It was so... so thick... aaahhnn...

“Mmm... you taste so good," Ulrich whispered as he kissed up to her chin, “I'll keep you forever..."

“Keep me...? Aaaahhh..."

Their it was again; that possessive tone. And just like the last time, it had Victoria melting, her eyes rolling back. Yes, she would be 'his', all his. Aaaaalllllll hissssss...

“Aaahhhh... hooohhh... yesss... all youurrrss... aaaalll yooouurrrrssssss... aaahh... chu... mmmff... chuu... mfuaaah... chu... mmmfuaah... chuuu... mmm..."

Lips met lips, kissing and kissing as the pleasure swelled around them like heat in a sauna. And with how hot the air around them was... such a comparison was true. Amid their kiss, Ulrich ground his cock more against the soft, moist, plump pinkness of her pussy, reading to slide it inside of her. He was chanting her again, teasing her, making her melt as she realized it would soon go inside of her. And with how her womanhood throbbed with need, with desire, Victoria was ready for it.

Ulrich pulled away, smiling upon her with those possessive and lewd eyes, while his hand fell upon her shoulder. Squeezing her, he pushed and moved Victoria over until she was resting on her chest, her eyes looking up to the elegant bedpost of his mattress. When she stared over her shoulder, her gaze befell his face as he gawked and drank in the image of her body beneath him.

This endless, beautiful, wolfess' body... tan and milky-white fur, voluptuous figure, golden-blonde hair sprawled upon her endless back, and all of it framed within the elegant strapping's of her undergarments. And even if they weren't there, she'd be relentless in her beauty. How could he not desire all of this?

Ulrich's gaze traveled down towards Victoria's buttocks, noticing how her tail was raised as if to further present her body to him. He could see her puckering anus, but more importantly, he saw the tightness of her pussy. Its lovely shape, its glistening lips, the lovely pink color, and once again, all of it was for him. He was half ready to place his lips to her pussy again and taste from her, but Victoria...

“Please, Master... I cannot take it anymore... stop teasing me. I... haauhh..." she stopped momentarily, her hips shaking to further offer herself up to her Master, “Please... take me..."

Well... that certainly revved his engines.

Both hands came down, planting upon Victoria's pliable ass, which had her whimpering in trepidation. But she said not a word, and even continued softly swaying her hips left and right in preparation. Moving forward, Ulrich placed his cock up to her pussy, triggering a shudder which roared through her body. The head of his penis continued smearing along her folds, getting itself wet in her nectar, and also drawing moans from her lips. But, right, Victoria asked him to stop teasing her, right? Well...

“Hmmmmmmmmmpppp~~~! Maaastterrrrrrrrrrr!"

His cock spread apart her pussy, penetrating and pushing in deeper and deeper with every inch. Arching her back as he slid inside, Victoria moaned out to the bedroom around as her hands squeezed upon his bed sheets and pillows.

Why?

Why, why, why?

WHY!?

Why did this feel so good!?

Just last night, Marius was thrusting into her in the same position, and yet – despite his shape and size, and the fact that they've made love many times in life – Victoria was forced to fake an orgasm as he knotted her. But Ulrich with his human penis – no knot, no tapered shape – had her pussy twitching like she was about to climax. The way it stroked upon her walls sent bolts roaring through her, and when the head of his cock kissed up to her womb, Victoria shuddered and froze like a block of eyes.

There... he and she were one... the wolfess couldn't believe it. If what they had done up to this moment could be considered forgivable, this certainly wasn't. Victoria was cheating on Marius with Ulrich.

Victoria was... cheating and... aah... she couldn't... she didn't care. Haaaoh... how could she care when... when...?

“Haaah... you're so beautiful, Victoria..."

How could she care when Ulrich was there, whispering into her ear like that? Those honeyed words of his had its desired effect on Victoria, who started smiling as he began moving. Drawing back with his hips, his cock started sliding in and out of her pussy, bouncing up into her body as his movements grew easier. She was looser now than before, the sweet nectar her pussy produced allowing him to glide in easily. He also kept his grip firm on her wist, holding her in place as he fucked her.

Yeah, that's it; he fucked her. He fucked her sooooo goooooood!

Victoria was groaning, her eyes rolling back as her pussy took penetration after penetration. The glands of his dick winded her out far deeper than she could ever have expected, and she swore the slit of his cock kissed her womb again and again. Sex had never felt this good before, and if it did, it had been a long, looonng time. She couldn't even remember it...

She didn't want to remember it...

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

The sounds beat away any residing inhibitions Victoria may have had; this was exactly where she wanted to be. Stuck to this bed, being pilled into, being fucked, being made love to; all of it. Every thrust had her flesh quivering and hair bouncing, with the wolfess squeezing tighter upon the pillows beneath her. She no longer cared about anything anymore; she just wanted to experience this for as long as he could.

For as long as...

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“HOOOOOHHHH~~~!!! MAAASSTERRRRR!!!"

Every thrust had her ass clapping against his waist, the hypnotic sight attracting his hands back. Gripping upon her plush posterior, he squeezed her cheeks hard as he continued pounding away into her pussy. Drool hung from Ulrich's lips, and his mind drove with thoughts of all the things he could do to her, and with her.

ALL OF IT!

“You'll never get a day off!" Ulrich shouted, making her ears twitch.

“Y-yes!!!" she shouted back, accepting his terms.

“I'll sleep with you every night!" he continued, to which she responded with--

“Yesss!!!"

“You'll cook for me every morning and every night!"

“Yeeessss!!!"

“You'll wear the finest clothes!"

“Yessss! Yes! Yes!"

“We'll go on vacations together! Just you and I!"

“Yeesssss! Yeeeeeessss!!!"

“We'll have many, many, many kids!"

“YES! GODS, YES!!!"

“You'll be mine forever!"

“YES! ALL YOURS!!!"

“And ever!"

“YES! FOREVER AND EVER AND EVERRR!!!"

“And..."

“ULRIIIIICCHHHH!!!"

“Forever..."

“OH!?"

Victoria's eyes snapped wide open, and she looked up as as a heated rush came flooding into her cunt. Ulrich had came in her mouth earlier with a bounty of unequal size. But now, she was tanking her other mouth with a new load that seemed to be more virile than the last. It floated inside of her, coating her walls and drowning her womb, completely covering every inch of her womanhood with cum.

It soaked and it caked her, making Victoria moan and groan and shiver... before...

“AH!?"

Ulrich flicked her ear. For some reason...

“HOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"

Victoria's howl shook the bedroom... while her pussy flooded it. It came flowing out of her pussy; clear juices which coated her Master's dick and balls, and did more than just stain the blankets beneath them. Squeezing the pillow before her close to her chest, the wolfess continued milking Ulrich's cock for all the seed it could give her, while her pussy showered him in her own affectionate juices.

It all kept coming, though it slowly and steadily dribbled down to a halt, leaving her head dizzy. She saw stars, and felt... warm. She didn't feel the growth of a knot though, meaning when Ulrich pulled away...

“Aaahhh... n-nooooo..."

Victoria felt lost, her pussy gaping slightly as seed came pouring out of her pussy like a sinful waterfall.

Defiantly, the wolfess shook her head, wanting all of that cum inside of her. If she didn't, then she wouldn't... she wouldn't...

“Calm down, Victoria," Ulrich said as he gently rubbed her back, before leaning in to kiss upon her neck and shoulder, “There's plenty more of that in the future..."

“Please, just... hold and keep me," she whispered, her thighs closing in to trap as much seed as she could, “I can't... I don't want..."

“Shhhhh... heh... don't worry... you're mine, Victoria... forever..."

“Yeesss..." a smile spread out over her lips, “Please let me stay with you... forever..."

…

“Hmmmm... mmmmmfff... chu... mmmmmm... slick... hmmmm..."

“Heh heh... Victoria... heh... that tickles... ah..."

One thing she hadn't taken note of amid their passionate lovemaking? Just how unique human flesh is to beastkin. Their was no fur here on his chest, and Ulrich was a rather hairless young man. So when her paw stroked upon him, she could feel everything. She... liked this unique texture, and preferred it to fur.

Yes... she preferred it...

Was it... the next morning? Yes, it had to be. She remembered it getting dark eventually... at least... she thinks she saw it get dark. She wasn't sure; time had escaped her. Hell, it could be the same day still, and she'd need to make dinner for him. She's... not sure...

Sunlight came gleaming through the windows, softly piercing his curtains in order to illuminate the sordid sight upon his bed. Ulrich, naked and bare, half covered in his bedsheets, while Victoria laid atop him, her head to his chest. Her eyes were closed as she kissed her Master, exploring his body slowly.

She remembered sex. A lot of sex. Their tryst didn't end just because they climaxed at the same time. Once they regained their breaths, they continued exploring one another for hours upon hours on end. That's why she thinks it must be the next morning; with all the sex, and her passing out at least twice, Victoria was convinced more than just a little time had passed.

She should get up and cook for him and herself, really. They'd need to eat, right? But... if no one was going to bother them – no other servant, nor his parents – then why bother? She could relax here, and stay with her Master, her... lover...

Looking up, Victoria's eyes met Ulrich's as he smiled upon her. With a curl of his finger, he guided her towards his face, their lips meeting in soft, chaste kiss, after kiss, after kiss. Then he pulled away, laying back upon his pillow, while she once again laid her head upon his chest. And there they laid together, neither side saying a word.

Until Ulrich's hand fell upon her head. Gently he stroked it. Gently he scratched it. Gently he patted it. Was he... petting her? Was he...? Yes... yes he was. He was petting her; she was getting petted. It was belittling and demoralizing, and yet... it felt so good. Victoria was melting beneath his touches all over again. And Ulrich spoke.

“Do you know... how dogs were made, Victoria?" he asked, to which she shook her head.

“No..." the wolfess answered.

“Humans domesticated wolves... by breeding dependency in them."