{"sf1_id":5488,"sf2_id":"rm8xkZvm","title":"My Royal Property 2","author":"ANO","words":3063,"posted_at":"2005-04-19T08:04:00.000Z","tags":["Human","M/F","Romance","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/5488-my-royal-property-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rm8xkZvm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f3/33/f3330992-a994-48b5-8034-2c8979d1ea85","description":"","content":"Damn. It felt so good.  \nIt felt so naughty, so wrong  \nBut damn it was good.  \nLeslie thought over in her head.  \nShe dreamed on, tears drying  \nAs her nether regions became cold  \nSweat and cum, drool and juices  \nStill sitting on her body, remnants of the night  \n  \nPain and ecstasy, how could he do it?  \nWith no introduction, and no formality  \nHe took it without permission.  \nShe cried and cried  \nOutwardly sad,  \nInside she longed for him to do it again.  \nTo bring her to that threshold and push her over the edge  \nAnd take his property again  \n  \nShe loved it. Him inside  \nPulsing her walls  \nRubbing his hot fur against her ass  \nAnd making her beg,  \nLike a commoner.  \nStretching her pussy lips and forcing himself into  \nEvery soaking crevice of her warmth.  \n  \nNot knowing what to truly think,  \nShe had been left, karma was a bitch  \nAt least he promised to be gentle next time.  \nOH God, there was a next time.  \nShe fell to her side and curled into herself.  \nSemen still swashing around inside of her.  \n  \n  \nTrey smiled to himself. Her body loved it.  \nShe was cute, lying on the floor sleep,  \nShe could not be comfortable, the floor was not fitting  \nShe would enjoy next time.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He used a warm towel to clean her and then the floor.  \nScooping her into his arms  \nshe nestled deep into his chest fur  \nher body's quivering stopped  \nher hair fell to the side and  \nthe redness of her cheeks fading  \n  \nhe carried her through the door  \nLocated at the back of the cave.  \nThe wall pulled up and reveled a  \nSimple room with a simple theme  \nRed satin sheets on square frame  \nMade of the darkest oak and finest wood  \n  \nHe laid her gently on the bed covering her  \nWith the soft sheets  \nHe planted a loving kiss on her cheek  \nwhispering sweetly into her ear  \n\"I Love You...  \nyou will see the difference\"  \n  \nFeeling the smooth sheets sink  \nUnder her weight, the blanket wrap  \nAround her body like  \nLoving arms of warmth and affection  \nComfort and exhaustion taking its toll  \nShe dipped into the darkness  \nShe could still, faintly, hear his breathing  \nIt coming closer, and the words spoken  \nEqual only to the heat of his breath  \nShook her to the core as sleep again overtook her  \n  \nTrey went from the bed  \nOut of the cave and into the forest  \nHe grabbed up several stones and dark berries  \nTwigs and branches, petrified by time  \nHe walked to the river only a mile, uphill, away  \nFrom there he could see the kingdom lights  \nThe gasoline candles burning bright over the night watch  \nThe same watch that he so cleverly evaded and dupped.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Walking into the river he let the cool water  \nFlow trough his fur, pulling loose hairs  \nAnd smoothing it down till  \nHis fine muscle tone could be seen shimmering  \nLike diamonds in moonlight.  \nHis bath was brief and cold but worthwhile  \nHe crawled out of the water using the branches as a comb,  \nHe pulled any left over fur away.  \nHe grabbed the berries and rubbed them over his fur  \nSlowly massaging the sweet smell into his skin  \nIt also gave his fur a slight red on black tint.  \nIt gave him the look of a finely woven silk blanket.  \n  \nLooking around he was sure the berry smell would attract his prey.  \nMoving the rest of the black berries that he collected to the side  \nAnd the unused branches into a pile bound by vines  \nHe threw the remaining red berries into the water  \nHe sat, silent, still, waiting,  \nPeering into the night  \n.....his quarry soon showed its presence  \nthe berries slowly disappearing  \na hard, moonlight patterned shell  \nmoved across the water.  \n  \nWith a noise tempting movement  \nThe wind shimmered and the water rippled  \nA loud SPLASH and wet paw gripping a turtle  \nRose from the air-born droplets.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gathering all his materials he packed and headed home  \nTo his love, his woman, his mate  \nThe walk home was calm  \nAnd the stony visage of the cave was a welcome site  \nHe pulled the wooden, makeshift, door closed  \nAnd stored his supplies in a corner.  \nHe wanted so badly to sleep-  \nSleep in the bed with her, hold her through the night  \nBut he needed to guard the cave  \nAnimal instincts demanded it.  \n  \nHe pulled a blanket from the back of the cave  \nAnd curled up against the hidden wall  \nSleeping the night away...guarding.  \n  \nThe morning sun rose like an egg in the pan  \nTrey was up, cooking some breakfast  \nThe Veal steaks and eggs aroma  \nWoke a vision of a girl from a deep sleep  \nThe smells kissed her like prince charming  \nTo a sleeping beauty  \nAnd her eyes opened to the world,  \nThe dim lighting of the room fading  \nInto a kitchen.  \n  \nHe was in there, standing over a stove  \nNude.  \nThe firmness of his body barely showing  \nThrough his auburn and black fur.  \nThe cut of his calf muscles prime  \nAnd rising through firmness to  \nA butt that while relaxed seemed to hold power  \nThe fur on his back rose up and over  \ncovering most of his definition to her eyes.  \nHe must have felt her stare  \ncause he looked over his shoulder  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; into her eyes and she felt a chill  \nnot fear but a quiver of danger.  \nHe shook his head and spoke in his deep voice  \nSimilar to royalty but without the heavy formality she was used to.  \n\"Come to the table, breakfast is ready\"  \nWithout hesitation her stomach pulled her to go  \nDragging the red blanket to hide her body  \n  \nTrey smiled at her shyness,  \nhe could see he eyes wondering over his body  \nstopping at his sheath, admiring it.  \nThe deep pink tip beginning to show,  \nHe sat the plates on the table  \nAnd finally after the long night  \nGrabbed her in his arms and held her close  \nAt first she resisted from fear  \nSoon she melted into his fur  \nThe smell of berries filling her nose  \nHis warmth forcing through the sheets  \nMaking her nipples erect  \nShe could feel his heart beat and taste his odor  \nFilling the air around her  \nHer legs quivered as his  \nCock inched out of its sheath  \nPressing against her lower lips  \n  \nThey broke the hug slowly,  \nNot knowing what to say,  \nTrey putting forth all effort to not take her there.  \nTo snatch the sheet away and prove his maleness  \nMake her shake and quake against his power  \nAnd feel her cum around his dick, moaning the whole time  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; After a moment of silent holding  \nTrey spoke up \"Let's eat and I'll explain\"  \nHe grabbed the edge of the sheet,  \nGetting a snout-full of her scent  \nHe tied it off so she felt comfortable.  \nPulling out a chair, and her  \nHappily sitting down.  \n  \n\"I love you\" he said over bites of steak.  \n\"truly, but not by choice.\" He spoke earnestly.  \n\"The moon of my change cast a spell  \non me and the first women worthy of the gift. This person was you\"  \n  \nHe looked at her and saw the partial confusion in her face  \nBut he asked anyway \"do you understand?\"  \nShe nodded and asked \"Why me?\"  \n\"I don't know. I know that in order to finish the spell  \nI had to mate with you. The large amount of semen I  \nPut into you last night triggered the completion of the first spell.  \nYou now mentally and physically love me.\"  \nHe paused and began eating again.  \n  \nLesile could not believe it. She was forced into this!  \nHow dare he, how dare this spell. Yet she wanted his love  \nAnd wanted to return it,  \nIn her smooth, angel light, voice  \nHer words surprised him, they surprised her.  \n\"I think, I-I think I can be...ok with that.\"  \nHis ears perked up as he finished the steak  \nMaybe the night would be interesting.  \nCould she take the gift, willingly  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; They ate the rest, steak and eggs  \nFilled to bursting with flavor  \nThe spice between them heating  \nEach to the bone.  \n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_  \n  \nHe took the plates and sat them on the counter  \nTo full of veil to wash them now  \nHe would attend to them later  \nOr maybe she would  \nWearing only a petty apron...  \nHmm the thought was tasty  \nFlavored spicy like steak  \n  \nShe looked at him, quietly  \nHe was lost in thought  \nAnd she knew not what to say  \nWhat would befall her  \nWhat was next?  \n  \n  \nHe turned to Leslie  \nhoping his thoughts could be hidden  \nhe was mildly successful his erection was  \nonly half showing and he covered it by walking into the table  \nand hoping it would hide it enough.  \n  \n\"So uuhhh do you have any questions?\"  \nhe said glaring into her eyes,  \n\"What's next?\" she spoke shyly.  \nHe wanted to tell her the truth  \nThat what was next could be it.  \nInstead he bowed his head  \nSpeaking with monotony  \n\"You will become my wife,  \nMy cubs mother, and my partner  \nFor life.\"  \n  \nThe thought was not a bad one  \nShe could stand to bury herself  \nNestle deep in him.  \nHe seemed loving,  \nCaring and kind  \nMost girls weren't lucky enough  \nTo get a husband who cared,  \nExcept about their body, bah!! Looks are  \nthings that love disregards.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well do you love me, truly? Do you think  \nwe could have loved without this \"spell\"?\"  \nShe looked him confidently in the eyes,  \nalmost defiant of the spell.  \n\"Yes, and no. The full moon brings out the full potential of the animal in me,  \nIt's not always the same. Sometimes it's love, anger, sadness, hunger, humor even, or all. Once that happens ...I can do very little. That poses a danger to you. So while I love you as a person and the spell enhances that, the animal can terminate that anytime.\"  \nHe paused a moment to let it sink in, before continuing.  \n\"That's why I can say that I truly love you but not by choice. I don't want to put you in any danger.\"  \nHe broke down and told her the danger. He was afraid of this moment. She would yell  \nAnd run into the night, never to be seen again. He risked it all and he anticipated the outcome. He hung his head and already le the emptiness of her loss fill him.  \n  \n\"Then that's enough for me.\" She spoke softly.  \nShe could feel the sadness in the air  \nRead it in his eyes. He wanted so badly to let go  \nTo attach to her but he was afraid.  \nShe was compelled to love him  \nand she decided that she would risk it.  \nShe would be the one to bond with.  \nHe was a kind soul and deeply wanted  \nsomeone to be with. It seemed a small request,  \nBut somehow they would manage.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She stood up from the table  \nSlowly walking towards him  \nShe wanted to make him understand  \nShe was willing to try  \nTry and succeed to be his and  \nMake him hers  \nHe could not see it, his eyes were content  \non staring at the ground  \nthe knot in the sheet that held it up  \nbecoming undone by her hand  \nand the velvet red fabric hit the ground  \nwith a silent flutter of wind.  \n  \nLeslie now nude wrapped her arms around  \nTrey. Burying her face in his fur  \nSmelling the sweet berries feeling the warmth  \nFrom his body again.  \nThis time she did not pull away  \nShe held tighter, moving her arms around his head and  \nLetting him feel her heart beat.  \nHer nipples rubbed against his chest  \nBecoming hard and sensuous  \nHis arms rubbed her back, making the hair  \nOn the back of her neck rise.  \n  \nTrey thought, as he reached down  \nTo kiss her \"She loves me, she really love me\"  \nHis muzzle meeting her lips in passion  \nHer small soft tongue slid past his teeth  \nAnd he massaged it with his  \nHer body pressed against his, her erect  \nNipples on him, his cock  \nBegan to rise out of his furry sheath.  \nShe reached down cupping it in her hand  \nGently massaging the ruffled fur  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Trey leaned into the kiss  \nPushing his larger tongue into her mouth and rolling it around  \nHe wanted to taste her, he lowed it across her teeth and  \nGently pushed into her cheek. Finally as he was reaching a semi full erection  \nHe pushed it to the back of her throat. He felt her gag, and just as quickly relax  \n  \nShe felt the wet and warm organ  \nPushing to the back of her throat  \nShe gagged at first but she accepted it  \nIt would make him happy, and it felt good  \nLike drinking warm tea and having it sloshed  \nWith sugar and mixed inside your mouth  \nHe tasted as good as the breakfast he just made  \n  \nHe groped her buttocks sliding the tip of his claw  \nUp to her sex letting his animal instincts take over he lifted  \nHer off her feet into his arms. Holding their kiss until they both needed air to breath  \nHe carried her to the bed, now sheet-less it was white cloth  \nHe placed her on the bed, gasping for breath.  \nHis tongue hung out his mouth as he looked down on her  \nLust clearly engraved on his face  \nHe watched her sink into the bed, her body the only thing with color  \nOn a planet of white. Her pink blushing skin and red sex calling him.  \nHe kissed her feet. Licking between the toes, to tickle her.  \nAnd oh, her laughter was exquisite it hardened his erection,  \nAnd he licked faster. Up her smooth legs that tasted  \nOf nectar, to her moist sex.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He slowly, painfully and agonizingly slowly,  \nMade his way from the bottom of her sex to the tip of her  \nClit. Using the rough texture of his tongue and the pressure from his lips  \nTo make her rise from the sheets. She could see the brown in his eyes  \nWatching her every reaction  \nAfter minutes of steady quickening he finally stopped,  \nFor only a second as he rubbed his fingers over her breast and down her stomach  \nHe dug the tip of his finger into her sex  \nTo feel her heat  \nHe slide his tongue back to her sex,  \nThe taste making him want more and more  \nAs he reached his wet tongue in deep,  \nShe must have been surprised  \nAs soon as he hit her clit with his nose,  \nHis tongue buried as deep as it would go  \nShe came. He could feel her inner muscles  \nSqueeze his tongue and her juice was channeled down his tongue  \nTo his throat and finally he had his fill.  \n  \nShe was shaking as the waves of pleasure hit her,  \nShe felt the familiar tingle and her body glow as the  \nOrgasm ht her, the aftershocks causing her to shake as  \nHe rose over her. She saw him adjust his self before slowly inserting  \nThe tip into her sex. It felt so good,  \nAll she could do was nod her head as scoot forward to  \nAccept him.  \nHis girth stretched her a little, and he pushed inch after inch into her  \nStopping where he felt her contract on him.  \nShe saw on his face that he wanted to take control but was holding back  \nShe pulled herself, weakly, to hold her arms around his neck,  \nThe thick fur preventing her from feeling his skin through it.  \nShe whisper into his ear, a words that floated like butterflies  \nOn the wind. \"Take me, I'm yours. Just do it.\" Sexy and slow  \nWas how she said it. It sunk in and he looked into her eyes before  \nRelinquishing control to his instincts. He jammed his girth into her  \nAnd she arched her back, in both pleasure and pain.  \nHer juices making it easier for him to slide in.  \nHe pulled back and slammed home again, roughly banging against her clit  \nShe was loving every second. Faster and faster he pounded against her  \nTill he slammed hard, shoving the air out of her, and held it.  \nShe came around his cock, wetting him  \nto the pulled back fur of his sheath  \nas his knot entered her sex. Pulling he lips away from each other  \nIt was intense heat as he finally slipped in, a small inhaled heard form both off them.  \nHe held himself inside her. Enjoying the small tremors for her sex  \nHe was feeling it come on, but he wanted to wait and enjoy the feeling  \nAs long as possible. He thrust hard, leaning down over her shoulder.  \nShe could hear the grunting noises and smell his breath as he made  \nSmall rammings into her. 8,9,10 and on the last  \nHeld with all his force, pulling her onto his cock as best he could  \nHe came with all his force. Sending spurt after spurt into her.  \nAs soo as the first hot burst entered her she shiver and came  \nThe feeling seemed to never subside.  \nHe was filling her with his cum till she could hold no more.  \nMaking her, his and she making him hers.  \nThey rode the wave for several minutes before their orgasm stopped.  \nEnjoying holding each other and slow, soft kisses. Occasionally  \nhe would pull a little and give her a jolt of pleasure.  \nThey wade heavily into each other until a sloppy pop was heard  \nAnd a copious amount of juices hit the bed. He kissed her again  \nRelinquishing his hold on her, regrettably he fetched towels to clean and  \nSheets for the bed.  \nHe grabbed her limp body and placed her on a blanket  \nThat he spread on the floor. He cleaned the bed and placed  \nA layered cheesecloth and fur sheet on the bed. He grabbed  \nA matching blue blanket from a box under the bed and lifted his new  \nWife into the covers. He laid next to her covering them both with the blanket  \nAnd whispered \"Thank you\" into her ear.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She replied by scooting against him. Softly speaking in a voice filled with exhaustion  \n\"What is your name?\" The thought occurred to her.  \nShe had loved him and did not know his name only his face and body.  \nHe said \"Trey, but you can call me yours, love, you can call me yours\"  \nAnd now they were each others property.  \n  \n  \n\n"}