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Mallory squirmed forward to get more of that morning sun on her soft fur. Never before had the throne room been bathed in this much warm sunlight, but the intricate stained glass that had filtered it for so many years was now shattered like the weapons of the royal guard. Without anything to stop the wind from blowing through it felt almost chilly, especially when she was naked and knelt on the cold marble tile.

Canine seed poured from her slit as she shifted, dripping onto her inner thigh with a sickening thickness. She should be happy that it wasn't going towards filling her womb and knocking her up, but that was small comfort when her belly still stung from the tattoo of lupine ownership tattooed onto it. There had been so much of it forced inside of her that no amount dripping down would save her now anyway.

Every little move she made reminded her ever more of just how complete their control, HIS control over her now was. The dull ache of her fresh tattoo, the jab of the intricate metalwork of her former crown into her neck, or even the soft brush of her old throne's leather against her cheek, all of it only solidified the helplessness she felt against him.

The same helplessness that had made her cum so hard on his shaft that he'd spared her in the first place. The same helplessness she tried to hide with a snarl through her gag that he only answered with a knowing smirk.

"Thought you'd be different, little princess?" He asked. The invocation of her old title mocking now. "I've broken dozens of cats on this knot. A little royal blood was never going to save you." The wolf tugged her closer, Mallory yelping as the gold of her crown dug into her neck. "But the more you struggle, the more sure I am that you'll make me an excellent heir."