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Waiting wasn't his strong suit. More of an impulsive man, something like this had taken time, and waiting. The idea hadn't been made truly present until they'd been playing with the kids in the kennels, and one of the softer bitches had gone into heat. The look on Princess’ sweet red face as male after male had claimed the girl -- Bell, to make pups, had put the wheels in Ramsay's head turning.

Which had led him to waiting in his (their) bedroom, jar of peanut butter in one hand and a towel on the floor. Princess was changing in the adjoining bathroom.

“How do I look, daddy?”

Princess looked.. perfect.

Long hair -- longer than his, swept down to the small of her back. Curled to hide some of the facial scars covering part of that lovely face. Arms curled around her otherwise naked form, nervous and lovely. She toyed with her lip between her teeth, slowly closing the distance between the two.

G o d -- if he hadn't been set on this, he'd go love on her until the shyness was gone. Beautiful and h i s in the way that made his pants tighten, and fingers grip the plastic container of peanut butter all the tighter.

It would be worth it to see his sweetling writhe on a flat tongue, and maybe bounce on a knot if he was lucky.

“Perfect,” It’s near breathed instead of spoken, and Princess relaxes visibly at the pure want he couldn’t keep out of his voice. His empty hand ghosted over her hip as she steps closer, leaning up to meet for a kiss. Soft, sweet; holding back on the impulsive fire that sang in his veins to pull the sweet thing close and properly claim that mouth. Instead, Ramsay settles for pushing some of the hair from her face to see those beautiful marks. “How are you feeling? Still want to do this?”

Her cheeks burned a little hotter, but nuzzled into his touch instead of try to hide her face once more. “I’m.. nervous.” She finally admitted as she cozied up to his chest, relaxing as the hand on her bare waist slid around to hold her close.

“Enough to change your mind?” The voice near rumbled beneath Princess’ cheek, thumb gently stroking across the small of her back that pulled a shiver straight up her spine.

Shaking her head, Princess leaned back -- that same, shy smile back on her face. “No, I-- I still want to do this. I just.. don’t know what to expect.” Her fingers played with his shirt, picking at a hair that could’ve belonged to either of them.

“Princess, look at me.” Thick fingers gently nudged her side, until those soft blues shyly met his duller, near ice ones. It was a softer look, one that helped to ease those lingering doubts more then his words did. “If it gets to be too much, you can back out whenever. No pressure, it's just to make you feel good.. You remember that word, kitten?”

“Yes, daddy.” Fire. Safe, easy. Simple.

Ramsay groaned, pushing forward in a less gentler kiss. His princess would be the death of him, surely. Trapped against his arm, kitten mewled, mouth opening to accept him in. Her legs spread, wrapping a thigh gently around one of Ramsay's and delicate hips bucking as he pressed against her bare sex. He pulled away, light eyes dark with lust and it was all he could do to gently untangle himself and not fuck her into the floor like he wanted. But the sight of Princess, flushed and breathing a bit harder was damn tempting. “Lay down on the towel, sweetling. On your back.”

Princess had flashed him a smile -- ever the happy thing once more, and did as she was told. Gently laying herself down on the large towel like she would to sunbathe, nipples perked from the cooler air.

Ramsay knelt down next to her, jar abandoned but now sans lid for the moment as he fixed her hair and took a moment to gently rearrange her legs. Knees bent up, feet flat on the floor -- and spread just a bit to show that rosy center.

Fingers gently skimmed up the inside of her thigh, gentle enough to make her shiver. A soft touch, skimming up her hip and nails gently dragging across her belly as Ram leaned up to claim her lips in a kiss. Soft and sweet as the calluses brought goosebumps across that tanned flesh. Helping any strands of nerves to let go under careful hands that made her engine purr. Finally, those work roughed pads skimmed over Princess’ outer lips, pulling the softest sounds and making Ramsay smirk.

It was all soft and slow, his other hand stilling her hips when kitten tried to grind against the fingers slowly spreading her open. Already wet from just a strong kiss (and the anticipation for what they were building up to), the slow touch was near torture. Princess’ knees spread wider, giving more room as his finger brushed against her clit.

The w h I n e it had pulled was beyond worth it, kitten surging into his mouth for m o r e. He obliged, slipping a finger into her well loved sex up to the knuckle and swallowing down the desperate sounds. It slipped in and out with ease, with his kitten soaked and too easy to slip in a second finger. The gasp it pulled from Princess was more like a squeak, and he rumbled in appreciation before pulling back his coated fingers all together.

Her protests were gently kissed away while he swiped a good bit of peanut butter on his fingers before returning to his ministrations. Her reaction was.. humorous, squirming against his fingers, her face shifting from pleasure to disgusted. “You okay, Princess?”

She scowled at the humor in his voice. “That's w e i r d.”

His hand stilled. “Weird enough to stop?”

Princess whimpered, rolling her hips against his still fingers. “I never said that. You try having peanut butter shoved into you, it's w e i r d.”

Above her, Ramsay snickered, finishing up. He made a show of sneaking a lick of the peanut butter mixed with her slick, near rumbling at the taste before offering her a lick. “Last chance, sweetling. You're sure you want this?”

Despite her previous irritation, she smiles at him, nodding. “I'm ready.” Leaning up, she near catches a bit of the peanut butter on her tongue but some ends up smearing on a soft lip.

He leaves the room, walking into the kitchen where they'd left Princess’ cute pit mix affectionately named Domino for his black and white mottling. A young thing who rarely left Princess’ side since they'd gotten him, he paced back and forth on bigger paws. Roughly a year old, it was a guess whether he'd have a bit more to grow of would be done. But for some kind of mix, he was a tall boy, and strong -- and all too eager to lap up the remaining mix on his fingers.

“Good boy, gonna make your mama feel g o o d, right?” If the pink peeking between those dark thighs said anything, hopefully so.

Ramsay opens the gate once Domino is done, hot on the dog's heels as they bound towards their mama -- straight to lick at Princess’ face. A mild disappointment, until Princess’ giggles of happiness turn into those soft wufts of submission. The dog had turned his efforts from licking in greeting to lapping up the stray bits of mix off her face -- and tongue. Her mouth widened, letting the kiss happen and looking all too happy to do so and if his dick wasn't hard before, her soft mewls into those deep puppy kisses did the trick.

The pup wasn't too, t o o interested in it, not when he could still smell a snack. He sniffed along her tanned body, making Princess squirm and huff out the softest sounds of laughter at the gentle nose kisses. But he followed that scent to its - and Princess’ - core, wasting no time in diving right in and paying no mind to the shout his owner gave when that tongue ate like it was his first meal in days.

Ramsay's hand had cupped himself when Princess had a tongue down her throat, but now he was shucking his pants and pulling himself from his boxers. Unashamedly, his hand gently stroked himself, moving to get a better view. Princess was quickly unraveling under that bigger, flatter tongue. Her whimpers only rivaled by the wet slurping to fill the room. Hips could barely keep still, yet Domino was relentless and near determined to get every last bit -- moving with her as she squirmed under that determined tongue.

“F- Ff--u c k, mngh -- daddy, fffuck, I'm close--” Princess broke off, a high whine escaping her as her hips snapped hard, unable to escape from their torment. “I want -- haa, please, want you..”

The growl that escaped Ramsay was near as animalistic as the beast between his princess’ thighs. “Let him bring you over, sweetling. He's a good boy, let him taste how s w e e e t you are -- and then we'll get you the dick you've wanted.” He squeezes himself, hips rolling hard into his fist at the thought. Their eyes meet, though with how blown wide hers are, and barely able to keep them from rolling back with each powerful lick, she wouldn't last long at all. “Having a belly f u l l of puppy batter…”

Between the driving tongue -- long since eaten the peanut butter and staying for the drenched nectar -- and her Daddy's words, Princess keened. Her back arched hard, crying out as her body shuddered with release. Domino lapped up dutifully until her outcry became soft, over sensitized whimpers. He finally pulled away, licking his face where her release had squirted him. Oh, Ramsay knew they'd found a winner in this pup. The erection between his legs was poking out more, and occasionally his hips thrusted the air. Good, eager boy.

“Easy, Princess. You okay?” Ramsay moved forward, catching Domino around the collar just in case. Best to touch base, and make sure his kitten was even okay to keep playing.

“That--” Her breathing came in soft pants, pushing the wild hair from her face. Beautiful. “That was amazing, Daddy.” She grinned up at him in her post sex haze, dark eyes nice and bright that made his stomach flutter in more then just lust.

A smile barely tugged at his lips, unable to help the small sense of pride. “You think you might want a load of puppy batter?” Princess’ eyes shot down, looking between the pup’s thighs appraisingly. There was only a bit of nerves, but otherwise…

“Y-yeah,” She paused, clearing her throat -- face an adorable flush of red in embarrassment. “I want to.. be bred, like Bell.”

The look on his face must've betrayed j u s t how much those words did to him, as Princess gasped softly, biting her lip. “O h, like Bell in due time, Princess..” He chuckles, twirling the fingers of his hand that isn't holding back a horny pup. “Have to start at one, though. You should get on your hands and knees -- it'll be easier on him.”

She does so quickly, eagerly; staying on the towel, shoulders down slightly, hips up, knees spread. A natural. He wonders for a moment how often Princess had thought about this since they'd watched Bell be bred. Nudging Domino, he leads the pup back to her gleaming sex before releasing the collar -- but staying close. Just in case. The pup sniffs, licking a few times at what his mouth had already claimed before instinct seemed to finally take over. He hops up, paws on the small of her back as his thrusts get a bit more wild, searching for her entrance.

The dog slides forward, paws snuggling around thick hips as his cock slides against her skin wetly. Princess is cooing softly, something that vaguely sounds like ‘good boy’, yet his focus is on watching the tip of that cock poke and prod blindly. It wouldn't do if he got frustrated and backed off. But one powerful thrust sends a sharp nudge against Princess’ clit, making her jump, back arching from the moment, low moan near punched out of her.

The next thrust slides home. The strangled noise Princess makes rises as Domino's instinct kicks in, each thrust pushing into her gleaming pussy, his cock near springing free of its sheath to disappear more and more into her. Words seemed to fail his sweetling, the only noise moans that rose in tone as he finally bottomed out. Paws gripping tight, the pup seemed hell bent on his mission, each slam making the whimpers pulled from Princess stutter and pulling each delicious cry out of her.

Ramsay moves around, kneeling in front of Princess. His hands gently lifts her head up, able to meet her eyes despite how often they flutter. But there was n o hesitation, no fear or pain. Just utterly loving her baby boy thrusting away into her greedy cunt. She swallowed thick, glancing down at his erection being stroked leisurely at the sight. His kitten, good as always, bent to sink her mouth down over the tip and work herself over his length. A hand cupped the back of her head, fingers weaving in dark hair as she worked herself over his cock. Cheeks hollowing as she pulled back, suckling as she pushed forward, his own eyes fluttering as he tried not to slide into her warmth.

Domino fidgeted on top of his mama, thrusts getting more erratic. Ramsay's cock slipped from his sweetling’s mouth as her jaw dropped open, moving back against his thrusts. Oh, o h -- he could see her eyes roll back as the pup's knot inflated, his hand picking up where she left off. Princess keened, near sliding off her hands as she came hard around Domino's knot. Ramsay's hand shot out, holding the pup still as he finally settled against her hips.

Princess mewled weakly, grinding back against the cock busy filling her up as she finally opened her eyes, smiling tired at Ramsay. That was the last straw, a low growl rumbling out of his chest as he came all over her face, near purring as Princess opened her mouth to catch any stray sprays. His hand fell to her face, panting to catch his breath and gently pushing the hair away from her face. The nuzzle she gave his hand, despite looking utterly debauched and bent over for a dog, looking as trusting and loving and ever, quelled any lingering doubt in his head.