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I Greet you, my dear readers. After weeks of absence, I finally have a story polished up and ready for release. I apologize for the long wait, and I can only hope this story will make up for the delay. Grab your tea, your biscuits or whatever munchies you have at your disposal, and read away!

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"That's enough. Out," Kari commanded.

The dusty swaths of cloth froze on her desk, on the armoire, and a tray filled with empty vases rattled as the servant that carried it rushed to the door. Unlike him, the cloth maids shared a look. Always the same. Bewilderment, and a sliver of defiance.

"Are my words unclear?"

"No, my lady," one of them rushed her words. "It's just that--"

"It is what I want it to be,and I want you out. All of you."

With great difficulty, they bowed their stiff heads, bundled the dusty cloths into a ball, and scuttled away without even glancing at her. Kari rolled her eyes. They clung to their duty as if it was a lover. A dirty, tattered, wrinkled lover that filled their hands, head, and who knows what else.

Once the hallway swallowed their frail bodies and the door was slammed back into its place, Kari sighed. "Lousy lot, this. The rags they carry hold more meaning than my words do."

She switched to a more pleasant sight. She lay among a pile of pillows, her head rested on her paws, her tail still stiff from the servant's visit.

"I can kick them onto the streets if you want. A word, and they'll have enough things to clean for the rest of their pitiful lives. So what do you want?"

A sigh escaped through the wolf's twitching nostrils. Lady's eyes rose from her bushy tail, the emerald beads sparkling in the morning sun. Her sleek ebony fur trapped the light, creating a blazing aura that engulfed the wolf's lanky body. The dazzling sight drew a gasp from carry, and a whimper from Lady. She looked radiant today.

Then she whimpered. Her paws grappled the silken sheets, and Lady's muzzle fell between them as she sniffed at a damp patch. She licked it twice before assuming the same position.

No, not the same. One of her hind legs must have shifted, for her ladyparts left a trail of translucent liquid right up to her exposed lips.

Kari's heart fluttered. She cupped her hands, rubbed them together, and swallowed. So that's what she wanted.

With each step Kari took towards the bed, Lady's whimpers sharpened to a shrill. Kari knew it well. She had known it since the king's death, since the first time Lady was allowed in her bed. Curled in a ball, still, her head high, her breath rough, her tail inches from covering her meaty nether lips. A lot had changed. But not this. Not Lady, nor the tingle within Kari's groin.

A proper lady would have scratched it away, or allow her husband to quench that passion. That's what the oafs would have of her. Kari scoffed at the thought. Proper lady. The court had no need of her. They already had a proper lady, and it stood in front of Kari, her head tilted to the side, her ebony muzzle glistening. Moist. And warm. So moist.

Kari staggered as lust turned to a blazing ember within her groin. Her breath caught in her throat at the thought of Lady's wet, cold muzzle down there, between Kari's legs. She rushed forward, to the side of the bed, where she crashed in a heap of cloth and blanket and silk and fur and yelps.

"Curses," the queen muttered under her breath. Cloth was everywhere; around her, strangling her body. Inside her, where Lady's muzzle ought be. The wolf jumped from the bed at the ruckus, staring at Kari.

Not to her. It wasn't meant as-- But when Kari prepared to slap her hand against the mattress, to command Lady to get back into bed, the sleeve stopped her motion mid swing. Curse woven cloth!

Kari's nails bit into it, tearing and slashing and ripping at the obnoxious fabric. First came the collar. Kari threw the damnable thing across the room. Her corset followed shortly after, along with the relief felt upon naked breast. Lady joined in for the rest of the dress, tugging and biting at the strands of silk and satin. Kari's skin prickled. Swaths of cloth fell off, allowing the crisp air of the morning to caress her nakedness, until only one remained. The lady's cloth, right there between Lady's muzzle and Kari's crevice. Kari swallowed hard to wet her parched throat, glanced at Lady, then rolled down the fluid sodden material.

Lady licked her muzzle, then darted forward. Kari's eyes widened. No, too soon. The blanked wasn't even...

"Do--don't, aw--way, curled, something," Kari mumbled before a flinch washed away her words. Lady's rough paws fell against her thighs, and her tongue followed. Kari bit her tongue at the moist heat against her skin

"Stay put," Kari tried again, to no avail. Lady's slimy muzzle connected with her thighs and slid inward, deeper, and deeper.

"nottt ye-ee--gaaaah," was all that Kari managed. Her breath stuck in her throat, and she dug her nails into the mattress as her back stiffened. With bleary eyes, Kari changed a glance at Lady, at her pink tongue sliding against her crevice, in and out of it. And with the sight, came an onrush of pleasure that Kari let out through a stifled gasp.

Lady lapped at her fire, once, twice, her touch inflaming it with every stroke. Kari bit her lip against the surge of delight to keep it from overwhelming her. No pain accompanied the metallic taste of blood upon tongue. Only pleasure. Immeasurable pleasure. So intense it crushed and burned her nether regions.

All what Kari could do was moan, and watch through hazy eyes at the wolf's pink tongue delving in and out of her lips. It brushed against them, past them, each moist stroke adding more sheen to its surface. The more Kari's lips glistened with climax, the more intense Lady's licking became.

Kari threw her head back. It was coming. The surge. Her skin prickled, and her sporadic breath stopped abruptly. The blaze within her crotch. It flared. And those tongue strokes...So fast, so smooth, so...so...

"ghaaaaa, nghaaaah haaaaaa," Kari bellowed when it came. Kari surrendered to the waves of swirling bliss as they crashed upon her. Nails dug hard into the mattress, as if to find purchase against the tide that threatened to carry her away to---

It was gone. Kari exhaled her pent-up breath as Lady's muzzle emerged from between her legs. Translucent ooze clung to her nose and whiskers like an ephemeral blanket. Two tongue strokes, and it was gone.

Kari forced her numb lips into a smile. She spread her legs to allow Lady inside to lick off the remnants of her climax. Tongue fell again upon puckered lips, yet this time, no surge of pleasure came. Only a faint itch, a poor reminded of the blaze that engulfed Kari moments ago.

It vanished too quickly. It always did. Today, even more so.

"Enough," Kari said. The words came out harsher than intended, but the wolf perceived them no differently. Lady merely perked her ears without interrupting her thorough cleaning.

"Enough. Lady, obey."

Her ears twitched and turned slightly. No other reaction.

Kari rolled her eyes and whistled. The shrill pierced through the empty chamber, bounced off the iron vases and tray, and brought Lady into Kari's waiting arms.

"Lay down dear," Kari whispered. She pushed hard on Lady's back until she reluctantly dropped on her belly. "Hard of ear still. Have to work on that."

But not today, Kari thought as she snuck her fingers between Lady's legs. Soft fur, then the rough, coarse one of her tail. Then skin. Warm, and slick with juices. Kari traced her index finger around Lady's nub before sinking into the silken depths. The wolf's paws twitched at the motion, and so did her muscles around Kari's finger. The deeper she delved, the more fierce Lady's embrace became.

Did she feel it? The same fire that consumed Kari moments ago? The tide that rocked her very being, that tempest of bliss in which Kari always wanted to lose herself into? If she did, she didn't show it. Lady's insides pressed hard against her index, then relaxed, then pressed again. Kari retreated her finger, pushed back in, then retreated, then pushed back in. Past Lady's quivering lips, down her crevice, and stopped only to brush her sensitive walls.

Lady shivered and whimpered. Her paws jolted as a jolt ran through her body. Kari gasped at its intensity, and Lady yowled. Her muscles tightened hard around Kari's finger, squeezing and releasing. Lady's hind leg shot into the air brusquely, and her muzzle followed.

"You trickled with desire today," Kari said. She didn't get her finger back yet. Lady's insides still craved for her touch, and so did her tongue. "Would that I could bring you the same pleasure you bring me."

Maybe she did. Lady's crevice always yearned for a touch, be it wolf or human. And yet, the wolf seemed more preoccupied with cleaning her fluids rather than laying on her back, enjoying the afterglow.

Kari smiled wryly. She pulled her finger from between Lady's lips, so fast that no tongue but hers washed away the translucent climax. Smooth, a bit salty, like always. If only she could...

Kari shook her head. No. Lady enjoyed it too. Besides, her tongue would barely fit inside her. Or will it?

The thought brought a tingle and an itch to Kari's groin. She cupped the Lady's hind paws into a hand while the other tried to push her muzzle away to no avail. A more persistent push earned her half a whimper.

Kari sighed. "Later then." She crashed a short distance away from Lady, whose eyes never turned from her. "When you'll be moist again," she added. A quick glance at Lady's clit revealed parched, puckered lips. Her breath too was strained, and heavy.

No wonder she huffed like a mongrel. Her tongue lapped with purpose today. Too fast, and too hard. Two things the late King had no notion of.

"He had nothing, and everything, my Lady," Kari said. She crept closer to the wolf, wrapping her arm around her sun bathed fur, pushing her muzzle between her breasts, where her tongue washed away the beads of cold sweat. "The oaf had a kingdom he couldn't manage, a crowd he couldn't appease, a wife that knew not how hot a fire can burn." Kari giggled at the irony, then kissed Lady's neck. "Until you showed me," she whispered in her fur. "Until you..."

Words froze upon Kari's parched, exhausted lips. Why even bother? Lady's breath already steadied. She needed only hear Kari's voice, just as Kari needed Lady's warmth upon her breasts. Kari closed her eyes.

And woke up to a rasp on the door. Bang bang bang.

"My Lady, the sun's at its zenith. It's well past time--"

The pounding of her temples. It's all what Kari felt, and heard. A cracked eyelid revealed Lady's agitated form. She paced back and forth along the door, whining, scratching, woofing.

"The council is already assembled. Your presence is all that's holding..."

One thing at a time. Kari rubbed her sore eyes to clear the haze from them, pushed the blanket away...

And froze as the door burst open. So did Gardras. His eyes became as wide as his gaping mouth, and his fingers didn't even twitch under Lady's licking.

"Am I ill dressed for it?"

The reply was a door banged shut. Kari smiled. How Gardras fled like a scared hound from exposed bosoms and bare thighs. Maybe he did favor men. The court certainly favored him in their topics.

If only--

"Ugh!" was all Kari managed as a storm of fur and tongue and paws fell upon her. She wrestled the wolf down, pinned her paws, yet her tongue still found a way to fall upon her skin.

A giggle escaped her as the wolf's wet tongue slid across her ear.

"I'm clean now too, thanks to you." She tried to buy more time to no avail. All of her face was damp before the onslaught stopped.

Lady tilted her head towards her tail, emerald eyes focused on the fingers running along her belly. She froze, like she always did, and licked her muzzle in anticipation. Kari held her breath to steady the beats of her racing heart and closed her eyes. Her focus lay entirely on the warm lips under her fingertip.

She moved across their length, then back, taking only the slightest of breaths. She was about to plunge in when Lady jumped from the bed to rest at its side. A second knock came.

Kari bit her lip in frustration. "I required silence. Knocking is anything but silent. And don't come in," she said when the door jerked in its frame.

"My queen--" A softer voice. Servants.

"Is frustrated enough with your presence. Linger, and you will know the extent of it."

"B-but the king--"

"I'll join those oafs shortly. Now leave."

The servant whose name eluded her pulsing temples left. Lady's growl dimmed with each footstep, until her lips fell upon glistening fangs.

Kari help up her hand. "No, don't."

Lady still jumped onto the bed.

"Don't!"

She whimpered and rolled on her belly, her ears flat against her head.

"Can't deal with you and fools both. One at a time."

Kari rolled out of the sheets and reached for a dress sprawled across a rack, a gaudy ball of silk. It would do for a council meeting. She donned it, peeking at Lady whenever she moved across the room for a shawl, clasps to keep the rebellious curls away from her eyes, and a handkerchief. The wolf busied herself with her clit, her pink tongue running along the glistening lips. Each stroke quickened Kari's blood. Each stroke sent shivers through her, and each stroke angered her to the point where her fists tightened so hard her nails bit flesh.

Her fingers were supposed to be there! And Lady's tongue inside--

Kari took a deep breath. Her crotch began to tingle, and the meeting would only make it worse. Don't think of it. Not yet.

She left in a trail of fluttering cloth, away from Lady's whimpers, away from the door's creak against her claws, away from that terrible howling. Like Kari, she was alone now.

The queen didn't bother with gaudy garments. Subjects were meant to bow and scrape and admire her wrinkles for all she cared. Pah, deportment. A word as useless as those trifles called brooches everyone wore. If only her court didn't have the wits of a duck. On the hallways, nobles gaped at her wide eyes, and gasps were drawn. In the council room, the common "It is not proper for royalty to roam the palace in a nightgown" from Uncle came, before the door even rested back in its place. He said it again as Kari seated at the front of the table.

"What would the suitors think?" he went on.

Kari fluttered the silken shawl, seeing it for the first time. Golden embroidery. A fine blind choice. "That's why I brought this. To flaunt my wealth, my stature, and pretend I'm as good a ruler as my late husband."

"Clothes do not make a man. Randor said it. More times than I care to count."

"The same can't be said about women."

One of the councilors huffed under his palm, his face red from the effort it took to contain it. Godess' tits, if laughing hurt, that's how it must have looked.

"...door?"

Kari jolted back to her senses. "Hm?"

"Have you brought more than japes to this table?" Uncle said.

Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, but that's why you sit here, uncle, dear councilors. To rule in my stead, chide me for my taste in silk and japes, and invite all manner of repulsive nobles to stare and babble pleasantries."

She had them. Their expressions changed from puzzlement to that look they reserved for her only, the queen whose wits now rested with her husband. One remained unconvinced, his face hard.

"There is no way out of this Katarina," Uncle said. He even used her long name! "Prince Wilaram from Demacia arrived at court this morning. He's a most--"

"I'll make acquaintance." Kari shrugged. "Anything else.?"

"Some papers to sign." Vaultmaster Harn pushed a stack of parchments in her direction, under Uncle's resolute stare. "Mostly concerning kingdom affairs. "A smile etched on his chubby face. "No hidden peace treaties."

Kari smiled wryly at the mention, grabbed a quill and began her work on them. She scribbled her name and barely lifted her hand when he interrupted. "S-slower if possible. That's the crown's wealth. At least glance--"

"I do," Kari lied. She picked another document. "Anything else?"

"We need to expand our farmable land," Landmaster Vos said. "Last meeting you didn't agree with cutting down the Royal Forest."

"I still don't. It provides a boon to our defense in case of an attack from the rear. Buy food from our allies if needed."

"The ones that left us, or the ones who turned their cloak?" Warmaster Haron said gravely. "Only Demacia stands an ally. Every other kingdom nibbles at our land or snarls with the promise of more elaborate conflict."

"Elaborate," Kari said, testing the word upon her lip. It felt raw and crisp. "Then make a writ that allows me to wed every foreign noble. Wouldn't that solve everything." Kari dropped the last signed paper on the table, pushed her chair away, and curtsied. "Do your utmost."

She turned her back to their shocked faces and strolled towards her bedchamber. Once inside, she locked the door and turned around just in time to raise her arms against Lady's hug.

"Daagh, down Lady," Kari said through a giggle. She grabbed the squirming wolf by her front paws while her head snaked around her neck to apply two deft licks on her ear. How it tickled! Kari's grip faltered for a moment, enough for Lady to slip from her hands and tackle Kari again. With all her weight.

The queen staggered, scrambling for purchase. But there was none for her tight slippers. She slammed against the door hard. The clutch on the handle was all that kept her buckled legs from collapsing. Blessed relief mixed with pain washed over Kari when Lady let go of her thighs. Her back throbbed, her legs trembled, and her head spun. Kari used the moment of respite to straighten her back and breath deeply. At least Lady--

"Gahh," Kari cried as cold dampness connected with her thighs. Lady. Her head. Swallowed by the dress. Cold turned hot in an instant, and Kari's balance wavered as Lady's tongue brushed against her nether walls, forcing her legs to part unwillingly. One lick. Two licks. Too much.

Pleasure overwhelmed Kari's senses. Her legs gave in like iron bathed in seething flames. Moans exploded from past her tight sealed lips, forcing them open. With every stroke, the floor became less hard. With every stroke, her skin wept sweat.

The dress became a sweltering prison, a burden that clung to Kari like a disease. She tore into it, ripping, tearing and moaning as her climax approached. First came off the corset, then the sleeves, then everything else. When the cloth felt loose enough, Kari crawled out of it, with Lady quick to follow her pink, swollen mound.

"Do not--not stop dear. Almost--almost there," Kari stammered. If only the tongue stayed there! Kari's muscles tightened as it slid along her crevice, then trembled in its absence. Such a tormenting cycle. If only Lady was a male. To lap at her folds while his member dangled in front of her, his climax spilling from the hardened tip.

Kari licked her lips and closed her eyes. First came the slow, tantalizing strokes. Then the terse ones. Then--

Kari's jaws slammed against one another as pleasure erupted from her groin. Through tear drenched eyes, she spent her moment of pleasure watching Lady lap at her climax with gentle tongue strokes.

"Can stop now. It's done."

Lady had no notion of done, however. She was still at it, oblivious to Kari's words and shivers as her tongue delved in and out. Kari had to push her away with a foot to stop her. Only she didn't. Lady only traded her thighs for a toe.

Kari gathered her ruined dress around her. With her fire spent, the air turned cold and crisp. Lady's tongue offered no warmth. Not anymore. Only a damp chill that persisted after her touch.

"Get on the bed."

The wolf yawned. She trotted next to Kari, giving her arm a comforting nuzzle.

"There's time for that under the sheets," Kari said, patting her muscular shoulder. "Now go."

A whimper rumbled in her throat as she walked to the side of the bed, where she curled into a ball. Finally, somebody who obeyed her. All Kari had to do was shuffle towards the bed and slither among her sheets. No unnecessary wrestling, no foreplay. It was just as easy. If only the council had Lady's insight...

Kari rummaged through her thoughts until her mind turned numb and her groin itched for a touch. Lady? No. A quick glance revealed a curled bundle of fur and paws. No need to disturb her. Yet when Kari's finger parted her lips with a squelch, it wasn't the thought of Lady that made her gasp. It was a male wolf's member, hard and red. It was rock hard, unlike Lady's soft tongue. Big, but thin enough to pierce through her lips. Not like Lady's oversized muzzle. And it filled her. Oh, how good it felt.

Kari gritted her teeth to contain her climax. Her muscles clenched hard against her fingers, hugging them in a tight embrace before shuddering as they wept. Kari rubbed away the last of her climax, moaning silently. Warm Fluids coated her hand and fingers. Her fluids, thin and weak, lacking the consistency of a male's seed. The more Kari flexed her damp fingers, the more pressing a certain thought became.

It involved a male wolf.

The next day found Lady in high spirits. She panted in anticipation, her tail raised as she circled the bed.

"On it," Kari commanded. Her blood quickened as she watched the wolf bury herself under the furs. All what remained of her sleek dark fur was a squirming lump.

Morning light spilled through two side windows, its warm touch making her skin prickle. She allowed her dress to fall from her shoulders. The shawl followed, a rippling swath in crimson sea. Once her underclothes joined the pile on the carpeted floor, Kari strolled towards the bed, her steps slow, almost methodical.

She buried one tentative leg under the furs. Then the other.

She shivered when Lady's fur fell across her thigh. From the bulge in the furs, Kari knew she was close. She pulled them across her exposed breasts and spread her legs. She began to pant. The damp, cold muzzle. It slithered across her right thigh, the warm tongue passing in its wake. Lady almost reached it. She almost--

Kari gasped. Her legs spread further to welcome the wolf's elongated muzzle. Her insides prickled at its touch, then shivered as a moist, warm caress followed.

The room suddenly sweltered. Kari pulled the furs away with a trembling hand and moaned. Lady lapped at her lips with a passion no lover could match, and she didn't stop until bliss engulfed Kari in its moist embrace. This time was no different. Kari strangled the pillow as Lady shove her muzzle inside her trembling, pleading muscles. Elation made her teeth clench so hard her jaw hurt once Lady cleaned her up.

"I love you Lady," the queen murmured. "Your release is what kept my wits here," she put a hand across her sweat drenched forehead, "once my mate died."

She kicked the pillow away and maneuvered her body to face Lady. She hugged the wolf's neck, then kissed her damp muzzle. Lady's tongue darted out, running across Kari's nose.

"I wish you had a mate. A real mate. Not just a finger to fill you up."

Lady licked her nose and whined softly.

Kari smiled. "So you'd like one?"

The wolf buried her head between Kari's breasts, licking with abandon. A more than appropriate answer! Kari beamed, more at the thought than at the pleasant treatment she received. She shared everything with Lady. Surely she ought to do the same in return.

Kari rested her head against Lady's chest, her lips spread in a gleeful smirk. One hand scratched her chin, while the other ran the length of her silken belly. Her fingers stopped upon a warm, furless surface. Lady perked up, and Kari stared into her eyes as she slid a finger down her smooth, slippery tunnel. Her muscles quivered in response, and Lady licked her muzzle in approval. At the second thrust, the wolf raised one hind paw while the other tensed.

Kari too shuddered when silken moisture coated her daring finger. She smiled and retreated her hand to allow Lady to clean herself.

"I should do the same." Kari's stiff body protested as she got to her feet. Lady did the same, and offered to help Kari with quick tongue strokes across her puckered lips.

The queen laughed. "You know me well," she said before her legs buckled under a jolt of pleasure. She fell to her knees, panting. "But not well enough."

The next week, Kari allowed her maidservants to help her into a flowing ebony dress. Lady stood on her haunches, staring, probably wondering why it took three people to latch the cursed thing onto her temporary human mate. A skinny maid with coppery hair approached with a sapphire pendant.

"To match your eyes." She proffered it, then smiled. "The golden dress already resembles your hair."

Kari rolled her eyes and picked it. The sooner the ordeal ended the better. Only it didn't. Something had to come up every time Kari took a step forward.

"But we've only combed your hair, my lady," one of the exasperated maidservants said. "And your tiara--"

"I'll go like this. Curls never suited me anyway." She whistled at Lady and strode out before they clogged her passage.

This time, it was the royal guards. Kari almost bumped into an armored lad with short cropped hair and brutish features. Eight men? For a stroll to the marketplace?

"Hard times, m'lady," one of them read her face. "One can never be too cautious."

"That's why archers swarm the roofs." She sighed and moved forward.

"Already there's a handful of them," the same man responded. Was he the captain? "Beast fairs attract unwanted attention from unwanted people. Not that the same goes for your ladyship. Your grace hasn't left the palace since--

"Now you know why, Lady. Men are bothersome creatures."

The guards exchanged glanced and they yapped no further.

The marketplace bore no semblance to what Kari remembered of it. The colorful stalls and the cheerful din was replaced by a row of iron cages and a shouting contest. Even Lady sought to make herself unnoticeable by adopting a prowling stance. Kari's royal guard cut through the rows of boisterous people. Some blessed her, others spat curses. A few even made it past the guards and into her tiny circle before an arrow took them down.

Kari scoffed. Silly peasants.

"She's not even a wee bit shaken," a guard whispered to another. When Kari met their gaze, they turned away from her, shouting and shoving at the tide of peasants.

Kari maintained her poise, despite the raucous gathering. Lady, however, fared worse. Her muzzle would scrape the dust if she lowered it more.

"Hasten pace," Kari commanded. The captain grunted his command to the others, who reluctantly switched their shuffle to a brisk walk.

They passed the caged animals too fast for Kari to admire them. Some beasts grazed and hunted in the Royal Forest, like the wooly buffalo or the snow prowlers, a cat with a pristine white coat. Others drew a gasp from her, a snarl from Lady, and a warning from the guards as they passed by them. For most beasts, a glance sufficed. For others, like the great cats, Kari lingered. Until Lady's whimpers caught her ear.

"Hush dear," Kari cooed. But the wolf had none of it. She snarled and snapped back at a growling Spotted Nightcoat. The great cat towered above her, spitting its spite past rust coated bars. Kari sighed and moved on. Left alone, Lady's courage faltered. She trotted through the crowd to whimper and nuzzle Kari's hand.

"It's unworthy of your attention," she said. "Great cats are cowards. Striking from the shadows, fleeing at the sight of wolf." Lady whined and dipped her head.

They stopped in front of a wolf's cage. Already he was crazed with desire for Lady, pacing and whimpering, his pink stick dandling between his hind legs. Lady rose her head, nostrils twitching with his scent. Did it please her? This shaggy male with a grey-brown coat? Mud flecked on his haunches, and his eyes bore a feral green color.

Kari licked her lips. "Fetch the trapper for this one. I will break words."

She then knelt by Lady to hug her neck. The wolf licked her ear in response, the tongue strokes brisk, wet, and filled with tension. Kari had to hold her muzzle to restrain her.

"My queen," a rich, husky voice came. Kari got to her feed and dusted her dress while the man crouched to pet Lady. "Ah, what a fine lady." Strange mirth coated his words as he ran his sausages through Lady's coat. "Dark ones such as her are very rare. She is also swollen down there."

"The reason we're here." Kari motioned him to stand up. When his hand moved to Lady's hindquarters, she caught it. "You met my wolf. Can't say the same about yours."

Lady dropped on her belly, hackles raised as her lips wrinkled into a soft snarl. The caged male reciprocated her uneasiness for one moment, only to whine and roam around his cage the next.

"He's from Larda. That's the only place where they live. Large mountains, good prey. It's also half a continent away, and with these wars..."

"Lady too. My husband--that's irrelevant," she said with a dismissive gesture. "Lady craves for company. Will he do?"

A hoarse chuckle rumbled from the man's throat. "Loiter, and he'll spend his seed just by staring at her. See how--"

"Will he do?" Kari repeated, her tone grave.

The trapper fingered the stubbles of his angular jaw. "Hard to say. Your female. How tame is she?"

Blood surged through Kari's cheeks. She suddenly felt trapped between walls of intimate moments she shared with Lady. Her muzzle, deep inside Kari. Her finger, all the way down inside Lady's tight hole. The wolf's member, bobbing up and down, throbbing with lust. More of it came out, a red sausage webbed with thin veins.

Her dress became a sweltering prison. The longer she stared, the more her skin acquired the same ruddy shade. "Castle raised. Never jumped people. Snarls at strangers only. Doesn't hunt. A puppy, really." She rushed the words under her breath and inhaled only when it was over.

The trapper regarded her for a moment, his stark emerald eyes jumping between her and Lady. Kari was about to end this affair before a smile crept on his lips. "It will do. But only the mating. More, and he'll assume dominance over your wolf."

"It will do," Kari repeated. She didn't like man one bit, with that smirk and dirty coat. The wolf though...Her lips quivered by simply staring at the pulsing, blood engorged member. "We'll use one of the palace chambers."

The trapper raised his eyebrows. "They mate in the open. To run, to--"

"Like you said, it's just mating." Kari's tone broached no argument. The trapper had no choice but to bow and do her bidding.

"I'll follow as soon as his desire shrivels," he said with the hint of laughter.

Kari hoped it didn't, but she didn't look back. The thought of that oversized sausage ramming her instead of Lady made her stomach flutter. The bothering sensation persisted, along with the insatiable itch of her groin.

Only a while longer, Kari thought. But that while turned to an agonizing walk back to the palace where nobles crowded around her to share pleasantries. When they didn't stop, Lady made them through growls and yelps.

But when she found herself in her chambers, with only Lady to share the bed, the wolf curled into a ball without the slightest intent to quench Kari's fire. No amount of foreplay eased the tightness of her lips, or the wrinkles along her muzzle as she revealed fangs.

"Peasant's shriveled cock." Kari dropped on the bed, twiddling her fingers in annoyance. She had one mate. One stubborn, selfish mate that forgot what pleasure fingers offered once her lips had swollen. That happened more than a fortnight ago, and nothing changed. Lady still slept among pillows, and Kari still glared at her.

And did the bloody sun forgot how to set? Kari didn't even glance to a window. If the sun shafts were still at the corner of her vision, the sun was still up, and the trapper had yet to bring his wolf. Her wolf now.

Kari moaned. Her crotch tingled and tightened at the mere thought of the male, trapped among bars, with his lengthy lust displayed for all to see.

To feel. To have it inside--

Kari bit her lip in time to dispel the reverie. Her fingers froze. Just above her dripping thighs.

"No," she said. "Desire must give way to patience, which in turn leads to greater pleasure." The late king's quote. A good way to murder lust and think about that corpse instead. His philosophic quotes already made Kari's eyes drowsy, and the mere thought of their nights--

Kari fell asleep before she got through the memory of her wedding.

When she woke up to Lady's whimpers, the only light came from the everburning candles. Good. It was time. Kari grabbed a surcoat, a cape, and strode out of her chamber with Lady hot on her heels.

"Is this the chamber?" Kari asked the spear of a youth that led her to the West Wing of the palace.

"It is the proper room that you requested for this venture." His words came in a rush through those meaty lips. They made little sense on such bony features, just like his words.

"Very well. We'll wait inside."

Once there, Kari fondled with a coin purse and fingered a dagger's leather hilt with the other hand. The guess room in which they sat was bare, save for a few torches on each wall. For the fifth time, she let go of the dagger dangling at her waist and reached for Lady's swell, but she snapped before she even reached it.

Still reluctant. Years spent together. Countless days and nights with fingers and tongue inside one another. And this was her reward. This! An insubordinate wolf who cowered from friendly touch. She ought have never brought Lady to the market, to that wolf.

"He'll have you first. It will be rough. It may hurt." Kari bit her upper lip. "But it's still me you will come after."

Words fell on deaf ears. Lady continued to lick herself down there, oblivious to the needs and pain of her mate. That's the only thing she did during the past week. Food, water, clit. No play, no Kari, no licking Kari. Her finger was a better mate than Lady.

Kari massaged her pulsing temples. She made the right call then. She knew it. But that didn't stop her fists from tightening. If Lady mated...

Kari got to her feet and began to pace. The memory of the previous days still lingered, along with the crave of warm moisture between her thighs. Yet every attempt to soothe Lady's swell was met with snarls.

A bang on the door broke her reverie. Kari took a deep breath to steel her nerves.

"Come in."

The wolf bolted through the door and went straight for Lady. She jumped on her feet and arched her neck, a fierce snarl upon her muzzle as she added distance between them. She didn't crouch. She didn't whimper softly, pleadingly, like she ought to.

The trapper uttered something, but Kari had no ears for him. Lady growled, snarled and yowled at the circling wolf. His tail was erect, just like his member. Every time he snaked his muzzle for Lady's swollen cunt, she fended him off with unsuccessful bites.

Kari's grip hardened on the dagger. She didn't want this, and neither did Lady. Then the male jumped on Lady's exposed back. No amount of wriggling shook him off. A soft whimper vibrated in her throat as the male's member attempted to poke through her stiff tail.

Kari unsheathed the blade and threw it against a wall. "Enough!"

The wolves scattered at the sound of metal against rock. Lady bolted for the door, while the male chose a corner to defend with growls and snarls.

"Let her through, and go with her," she told the youth. "Not you. Close the door."

The trapper nodded and shut the door. His hands trembled on its frame.

"It w-wasn'ttt m'fault. The male. He--"

Kari removed the coin pouch from her belt and shook it. "Will this bring sense to your words?"

Wonder replaced disbelief on the trapper's contorted face. "But they haven't even mated. You pay me--"

"For the expenses it will take to dull the wildness in my wolf."

"Ah." An uncertain smile etched on his wind bitten face. "That I can do, given time. Something that your Lady doesn't have if she is to bear pups."

"She isn't ready. I am..." Kari paused to remove a curl from her eyes. "More than willing to..."

Her tongue tangled inside her mouth. A glance at the wolf only made it worse. Her heart raced at the sight of his erect member, and perspiration started to ooze from every part of her body. She waited with thought of that member inside her. No more.

"Yes, my queen?"

"I want the male..."

"Ah," a smile stretched the trapper's scarred lips. "Willing to make a purchase?"

Kari drew in a breath. The air tickled her throat, and she coughed. "That."

"Coin well spent, yet," the man paused. "He is a wild one. It will take time and patience to tame such a beast." The coin purse rattled suggestively.

Kari's jaw tightened. It was too hard to say it. Hard...like that member prodding between her thighs.

"I will have that wolf inside me, no matter the cost."

The trapper frowned, but only for a moment. In a heartbeat, the largest smile brightened his features. "That requires a sizable purse. Not a beggar pouch, such as this one you gave me."

Kari's face reddened. "So it is possible?"

"Ladies have traveled far lengthier roads in search of pleasure."

"The little wenches!" the queen exclaimed. "How...with who did they...?"

"Things of small concern. The wolf awaits."

Kari bit her lip. She could hardly contain her excitement.

"However," came the trapper's harsh voice. Kari shuddered. The motion shook out every trace of anticipation from her. "The palace is hardly a place for..."

His words came to an abrupt stop as his eyebrows arched in unison with his mouth. He must've noticed Kari's frown, the barely concealed anger within her eyes. His voice dropped to a whisper.

"Walls have ears."

"We'll go somewhere where they're deaf," Kari said.

The trapper smiled, and stretched his hand. "Better wrap that shawl tight around yerself then. It's cold outside."

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