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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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In the days after Falstaff had caught the Princess sneaking back into the castle, their relationship had taken an unexpected turn. The arctic vixen began to appreciate and even enjoy her new station and her responsibilities in looking after the Princess, especially after the deal she had struck. Not only was Pandora much more obedient and easier to control, but Falstaff was able to provide a few unique lessons of her own. Surprisingly, it turned out that Pandora was quite the astute student and quick learner, when she was properly motivated, of course.

Pandora's huffs and groans were currently being muffled by the thick pink length in her bobbing maw, her hips sat astride her protector's muzzle as she ground down against Falstaff's unwavering tongue. No matter how many times she took up the challenge, she simply could not best the vixen and once again, she was brought to climax long before the seasoned knight. “Looks like I win again, Princess" the white furred vixen teased with a smug grin on her soaked muzzle.

“Only because you cheated, you know how sensitive I am back there" Pandora pouted, raising her fluffy tail with a suggestive flick, which caused it to lightly brush against Falstaff's face.

“I did no such thing, and you know it, you lost fair and square" Falstaff calmly admonished the Princess, who apparently did still have some childish tendencies. Though in this context, the vixen was more than happy to put up with her pouting as a result of losing.

“I wish I could take you here…" Pandora idly mused as she crawled down along Falstaff's form beneath herself. The needy feline reached down to gently grasp the vixen's turgid shaft and press it up against her slick little slit with a playful and very tempting grind.

“As do I, Princess" the vixen huffed in response, her teeth gritted as she tried not to cry out from the slick heat caressing her achingly hard flesh. “But your father would have my hide if I deflowered you before your wedding day."

“It's just as well I enjoy the alternative so much" Pandora replied rather diplomatically as she crawled further down along her large bed. Her chest pressed to the covers as her shapely posterior was presented, with her regal fluffy tail held aloft like her peoples hopes and dreams for their future under her rule.

“For a Princess, you're a heck of a lot of fun and such a deviant too…" Falstaff grinned at the tempting sight before her, it never failed to get her loins stirring. It didn't take long before the vixen was kneeling behind the young feline with her snout buried beneath her fluffy tail. She just could not resist an opportunity to make Pandora groan and writhe for her.

“Now you're definitely cheating!" Pandora gasped as Falstaff firmly gripped and parted the full globes of her buttocks to reveal her naughty little pink star. The vixen wasted no time in showing off her oral talents again, this time on an opening she was going to fuck, good and hard too. By the time her tongue had managed to worm past the tightly clenched little opening, Pandora had already buried her face into her pillow and was groaning loudly. Even her hands had clutched at the soft duvet beneath her as her luxurious tail flit and flicked above the vixen's muzzle with every masterful stroke of her tongue.

Falstaff was a warrior; she knew how to spot her enemies weakness and exploit it to insure her victory over any battlefield. Such was the case with Pandora, the beautiful Princess had proven to be exceptionally vulnerable to having her behind played with, even more so if that play involved a skilled tongue or an eager cock. Both of which were in the vixen's arsenal, both of which she was equally skilled at using for maximum devastation. This time however, that devastation came in the form of a squealing and panting Princess, all sense of decorum quickly evaporated when Falstaff got her tongue under Pandora's tail. The once stroppy and immature royal feline quickly turned into an obedient pet that would even beg for the lowborn knight to take her.

After only a mere few moments, Falstaff was satisfied she had proven her point and sufficiently cowed the Princess with her oral talents. Pandora's rear was presented and vulnerable, the perfect opportunity for a rear attack. With skill and precision, the vixen claimed her prize once again and fully sheathed herself within the snug confines of the feline's tail hole in one smooth stroke. Falstaff couldn't help but grin at the sounds Pandora made when she was hilted once again, a mixture of a pained grunt, mixed in with a lusty groan that would make the most seasoned employee of the Gilded Rose blush.

The vixen was harsh, but not too harsh, she made sure Pandora knew her place whenever they fucked. Despite her royal lineage, the Princess did spend most of her time on her knees before or beneath Falstaff. Tonight, just like most other nights, the vixen had a firm grip on the felines tail as she steadily worked herself in and out of the royal posterior before her. Her other hand almost lovingly caressed along Pandora's back and sides, even occasionally reaching up to grasp into her long silver hair so she could manipulate the young woman around and watch the facial expressions she made. Pandora was naturally beautiful even without makeup, but seeing her face twisted into the mask of pleasure as she was fucked just amplified that natural beauty. It just made Falstaff want to fuck her even harder, which she did, at least until the Princess turned into a twitching and blubbering mess when she came so hard that she lost control of her mental faculties. It wasn't long after that the vixen would spill her seed within her lover once again, a little present for when she finally woke up later. She knew how the naughty feline enjoyed the feeling of cum dripping out from her well fucked behind.

After cleaning herself up and getting dressed in her heavy armour again, Falstaff gently moved the passed-out Pandora around and into her bed properly, so she could cover the Princess and let her rest. With a gentle kiss to her cheek, the vixen bid her charge sweet dreams and headed out of the royal bed chambers and back to her own room. With Pandora being so cooperative as of late, there was luckily no need to station guards outside her door any longer, which worked well for their evening activities. Falstaff was feeling rather happy and relaxed after another evening spent with Pandora, things were starting to finally go her way.

“Knight Falstaff, a word…if you will" A deep rumbling voice called from the shadows, where piercing glowing golden eyes glared harshly at the white furred vixen.

“Castellan Tamberlane!" Falstaff swallowed hard as she turned to look back at the glowing eyes in the darkness, barely able to make out his large form in the shadows. “I didn't see you there…"

“That is evident…come" the large crocodile snorted derisively down at her as he turned and began to walk away, his thick muscled arms folded behind his back. Tamberlane was in charge of the castle guards, which included Falstaff now, as she was the Princess's personal guard. The white furred vixen knew better than to argue with the crocodile, unlike most other Castellan's, Tamberlane was a skilled and experienced fighter. She had heard tales of his battle prowess and strategic mind, so it was no surprise that the King himself had coopted the large reptile into his employ in order to protect himself and his family.

Falstaff was not sure what Tamberlane wanted with her as she was not currently performing any official duties in his name, most of her orders came direct from the King. Even more troubling was the fact that the large crocodile seemed to be leading her to a relatively unused part of the castle, the rooms in this wing were usually only put to use when other royals from far off nations visited, they were permitted the use of these chambers. It had been a few moments since Falstaff last saw anyone in the halls even, guard or servant, before Tamberlane finally stopped at a seemingly random door.

The large crocodile looked around to make sure they were alone before knocking in a rather peculiar pattern, obviously meant to let whoever was inside the room know who was about to enter. Of all the people Falstaff expected to be in the room, the Queen, Pandora's mother, was not on her list. The arctic vixen immediately dropped to her knees and bowed before the mature Birman feline, who looked almost identical to her daughter, just a little but more curvy, thanks to her age.

“Queen Eleanor! It is an honour to be in your presence" Falstaff stammered, not daring to raise her gaze to the Queen and instead she chose to keep her eyes downcast.

“So, you're Falstaff…" The Queen spoke, her tone a mixture of anger and curiosity. Something that made the vixens ears twitch and her cheeks start to warm. “I have heard a lot about you" Eleanor continued as she began to slowly circle the kneeling knight and inspect her. The frilly ruffled dress she wore made a continual hiss with every movement, almost sounding like a light rain against a stone roof. “A brave warrior who fended off the rabid hordes, a faithful servant to the crown, a devoted follower…yes?" the feline asked. The tone in her voice was anything but friendly however, there was a definite hostile edge to the Queen's words and Falstaff couldn't help but feel she was being led into a trap.

“Yes, your majesty" Falstaff agreed with a frown, her nerves strung taut as she tried to figure out what this was all about.

“If you are so loyal and devoted, then pray tell, why are you fucking my daughter?" The mature feline growled down at Falstaff, she once again stood before the kneeling vixen after completing a full circle around her.

“I…I…" Falstaff balked; she couldn't think of an answer. How did she know? They had been so careful, no one could have found out, not even the master spies.

“Did you deflower my daughter, before her wedding day?" Eleanor continued; her gaze so hard Falstaff swore she could feel it drilling into the top of her head. “Did you alleviate her of her purity, before she could serve this great kingdom?"

“No, your majesty…I would never!" the vixen almost shouted as she finally looked up to meet the Queen's gaze.

“Then what have you been doing with Pandora, if not fucking?" Eleanor asked with a raised questioning brow at the stunned vixen. Falstaff swallowed hard, she was going to have to explain to the Queen what she had been doing with the Princess, there was no way around it.

“We…engaged in sodomy, your Majesty" the vixen finally answered, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

“I see" Eleanor replied evenly, though Falstaff couldn't help but think she saw a twinge of a smirk on the mature feline's lips. “Did the Princess approve of this immoral act?" the Queen asked next, though not to the still kneeling vixen this time.

“Vehemently so, your Majesty" Tamberlane replied evenly and without emotion.

“Well then, it sounds to me as though you did not force yourself upon my daughter at least" Queen Eleanor began, sounding as though she were about to pass judgment. “I shall permit you to continue your dalliances with Pandora, if and only if, you ensure she remains pure until the date of her marriage to whomever we deem worthy" the mature feline continued, which caused Falstaff to perk her ears and stare in wonderment at the queen.

She had just been ordered by the Queen herself to continue her physical relationship with the Princess, in order to ensure she did not stray before her wedding day. This was not something she ever could have guessed would happen, in a sick and twisted way, it did make sense though. This was just another service she would perform to ensure Princess Pandora's safety, until such time as she was married off to some random noble.

“However…" Queen Eleanor continued ominously. “You did perform acts beyond your station, without permission…so a punishment is in order" the beautiful feline added, her tone suddenly shifting to something more playful, if not predatory. “Don't you think, Tamberlane?"

“Tamberlane, why is the Queen on a first name basis with the Castellan?" Falstaff wondered, even just being alone in the same room with him was highly irregular come to think of it. Suddenly a frightening realization began to dawn on her, the vixen's ears lowered and her blood ran cold.

“Strip" Eleanor stated simply, while smiling impishly at the white furred vixen kneeling before her.

“Your Majesty?" Falstaff swallowed hard again, hoping she had misheard the Queen.

“I have heard things about you, Falstaff. I wish to confirm their legitimacy with my own two eyes" The mature Birman feline replied simply and with a shrug of her shoulders.

“But the Castellan…" she tried to argue but was cut short.

“The Castellan will bear witness and assist me in verifying these rumours surrounding the 'White Hero'…that is what they call you, yes?" her royal majesty continued, her deep blue eyes already wandering along Falstaff's kneeling form. No doubt the Queen had heard rumours of her unique physiology and was curious to see just how true it was.

“Your Queen gave you an order, will you deny it?" Castellan Tamberlane leaned down close to growl into Falstaff's ear, the deep rumbling of which felt like thunder against her back even from a foot or two away.

Falstaff had no choice; she had to do as ordered or undoubtedly, she would be branded as a treasonous traitor to the crown. With her jaw clenched, the arctic vixen got to her feet and began removing her armour, with practiced skill. Never before had she felt so exposed, even before she had undone the first binding and let the heavy metal spaulders clatter noisily to the stone floor. The Queen's smile continued to grow with each new piece of armour the knight removed, it would have been a very pretty smile, if the intent behind it weren't so foul.

Finally, her armour was scattered around her on the floor, Falstaff had removed everything, right down to her final cloth gown, but her fingers trembled when she reached down for the hem to remove it. She must have paused a moment too long for their liking, as Tamberlane simply reached down and ripped it apart with ease, leaving the white furred vixen standing in the nude before her Queen. Eleanor wore a look of shock, horror and even a little disgust as she spotted the vixen's plump sheath and soft furred orbs below. Though that was not all, that look quickly gave away to one of curiosity and most notably, lust. Falstaff winced when the mature feline reached out and roughly grasped her sheath, giving it a firm squeeze as she inspected the strange appendage which probably would have appeared more adequate on a larger male.

“It is real…" Queen Eleanor mumbled as she roughly handled the vixen's crotch, she would even nearly take Falstaff to her knees with an errant and careless squeeze to her testicles soon after. Despite herself and once the Queen had stopped being so rough with her privates, Falstaff felt a new wave of panic descend when her thick pink length began to poke from the tip of her sheath. That seemed to capture the Queen's attention and soon she was actively stroking and pleasuring the vixen. Falstaff could do nothing but stand motionless as her Queen stroked her to fullness, unable to hide the blush the Queen's gasp of surprise caused when she saw just how gifted the lowly knight was.

“She stuck all this under my precious daughters' tail!?" Queen Eleanor exclaimed with a note of shock, amazement and horror, while also stroking her fingers along the thick length presented before her.

“That is correct, your Majesty…that and more" Tamberlane corrected with a little nod down at Falstaff's decently sized knot. The vixen winced again when the Queen roughly gripped and squeezed about her knot, when she tugged painfully at it.

“Such a brutish act, I never would have thought my daughter would agree to, much less enjoy such a thing…" Queen Eleanor commented while roughly squeezing and tugging at the vixen's knot. “You must have some skill with your 'weapon' in that case. I shall like to test this out for myself" the mature feline stated bluntly.

“Your Majesty?" Falstaff balked once again, her eyes going wide as she stared down at her Queen. Surely, she had not just asked to the vixen to fuck her?

“Lay down on the bed" came the Queen's next order, while she began to escape from the mountain of ruffles that was her dress. By the time Falstaff had climbed onto the large soft bed, the Queen was dressed in nothing but her thigh high stockings and a brassiere, the fact she was not wearing underwear was not lost on Falstaff, however. The arctic vixen lay back and watched as her Queen climbed up onto the bed beside her, then crawled over to straddle her waist. For a noblewoman, Falstaff couldn't help but admire how sensual and graceful her movements were. If not for such undesirable circumstances, she might even have enjoyed such a show.

“Fuck me…" the vixen winced, in pleasure this time, as the Queen gripped and guided the vixen's turgid length up between her thighs. Somehow, she was more hot and even tighter than Falstaff had expected, which made her briefly wonder how glorious Pandora's untouched little cunt would feel.

“Oh, I intend to" Eleanor almost purred down at Falstaff, her soft hand caressing the vixen's knot as she raised and lowered herself just a little onto the fleshy spear beneath her. The vixen could feel the inviting heat teasing at her tip, just lightly squeezing down on her before lifting off, it was starting to drive her wild. It seemed the Queen enjoyed being in control, she was staring directly at Falstaff as she watched her expression while she tortured the vixen, letting her hope that the next stroke would be the one to finally sink home between her majesty's majestic thighs. But it was not to be, again and again she was denied, until Falstaff couldn't stop herself from whining and panting in frustration.

The vixen couldn't stand it any longer and tried to reach up and grab about the feline's waist, fully intending to sink her down onto the waiting cock below, consequences be damned! But Eleanor simply leaned forward and caught her by the wrists, and with surprising strength, the Queen managed to pin Falstaff's arms above her head while she continued to torture her captive. It didn't take long before the vixen was wishing she were on the front lines again, facing down the hordes of rabid Northerner's instead of at her Queen's seemingly non-existent mercy. The pleasure was starting to become a keen edge, much worse than the pain of claws and blades piercing her flesh, it felt like her mind was about to shatter into a million pieces if it kept on much longer.

Whether through calculation or just mere chance, the Queen finally relented and began to sink down onto the writhing vixen's waiting member. Falstaff's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she gave a strangled gasp of pleasure from feeling the incredible tight, slick heat swallowing her whole, it truly felt heaven sent. The Queen seemed surprised too, with how she gasped when she felt the vixen's member just ever so slightly brush against her inner barrier on the inside, while on the outside, her stretched and pouting folds were kissing down firmly against the knight's thick knot below. “It is a marvellous weapon, that much is true…" Falstaff faintly heard the Queen mumble, though it was hard to make out her words with how hard her own blood was pumping through her ears right then.

“Time for your punishment, pet" Queen Eleanor leaned down to whisper softly to Falstaff, their lips just lightly brushing together before the feline nipped painfully at her bottom lip. Just as she did so, the vixen felt a heavy weight climb up onto the bed behind the Queen. Strong hands gripped painfully behind and beneath her knees to lift them up and out, leaving the vixen vulnerable and exposed. Over Eleanor's shoulder, Falstaff could see the grinning countenance of now very naked Tamberlane staring back at her, soon she understood why. Something hot, hard and heavy was brushing up along the underside of her fluffy tail, slowly inching closer to her bare behind.

“Wait, no…I don't…" Falstaff tried to warn the Castellan, but her words were cut short by a fierce kiss from the Queen. Eleanor pressed her soft, sweet tongue between the vixen's fangs and into her maw, silencing her complaints and warnings while the large crocodile behind her doled out her punishment. Her eyes screwed shut tight as she growled against the Queen's lips, the crocodile's thick member found its target and began its assault without warning or pause. Tamberlane would not be denied as he worked himself slowly and firmly into the vixen knight beneath him, his claws digging into the backs of her knees to keep her legs spread and unable to stop his forward momentum.

Castellan Tamberlane grinned as he watched Falstaff's toes spread wide while his ridged cock slowly popped ridge after thicker ridge into her untouched little asshole. He had broken in many a hole in his time, so he knew the vixen had not been deflowered yet, she preferred to do the deflowering it seemed. That just made it even better for the old crocodile, he got to put the bitch in her rightful place. His only regret was that it wasn't him who got to do the same to the Princess, but Falstaff would make a suitable replacement. “It is done, your Majesty, I have sheathed my sword fully. She is no longer pure" Tamberlane growled out in pure bliss to the feline currently riding the vixen's cock. His own hips were pressed flush against their captive's rear, with her fluffy tail angrily lashing about and twitching between his thighs. It did feel nice and soft against his balls as he ground roughly against Falstaff's nice tight behind, he noticed.

As she lay beneath the Queen and Castellan, Falstaff reflected on how quickly things had turned around that night. From the high of making Pandora squeal as she fucked the Princess up the ass, to now her being the one being reamed by a large crocodile. At least after tonight, she could continue to use the Princess with impunity, she now had the Queen's permission. All she had to do was make it through the rest of this evening, the Castellan had already robbed her of her purity, now she just had to endure him until he finished. With how full she felt and the ache beneath her tail, Falstaff had a new appreciation for just how well the Princess handled their late-night tryst's. Perhaps Pandora was tougher than she looked…

The large crocodile began to slowly stir his hips, appearing as if someone were somehow moving a mountain. His obsidian scales shimmered under the flickering light of the sconces along the wall with every little motion. His gaze remained firmly locked on where he was currently embedded in the Princess's protector, the view of the vixen's pristine little pink hole gripping so tightly about the thick ebony shaft of his cock was mesmerizing indeed.

“He has a magnificent cock, does he not?" Queen Eleanor almost purred affectionately down at Falstaff, a rather dreamy look in her eyes as she worked her hips up and down along the trapped vixen's length. “I even let him do to me what he's doing to you now; I guess Pandora really does take after her mother!" the feline laughed. Falstaff just simply tried not to grunt or cry out, she had a feeling that would only entice them to abuse her more. Every firm clap of the Castellan's broad hips against her behind jarred her to the core, there was so much power and strength behind each thrust, it felt like he truly intended on breaking her. “What's the matter, Knight Falstaff? Don't like being on the receiving end of a butt fucking?" Eleanor asked after a moment and finally noticing the vixen's apparent displeasure at what was being done to her.

“She's more of a giver than a taker" Tamberlane interjected with a heavy rumbling laugh and an extra vicious buck of his hips, to force as much of his ridged ebony length into the white furred vixen as possible.

“Well, if it's good enough for my daughter, it's good enough for you" Queen Eleanor said with a mocking tone while lightly tapping a finger against the vixen's nose. “I suggest you learn to enjoy it, brave knight. For as long as you're my daughters personal guard, I have given Tamberlane explicit permission to use you as he sees fit."

It felt like Falstaff's world had just crumbled, it would be at least another year or two before Pandora was married off. That meant she would be beside the Princess for at least that long, which in turn meant she was Tamberlane's plaything to use as he saw fit for just as long as well. For some reason, Falstaff had a feeling the Queen would also avail herself of her daughter's guard's services as well. Fucking the naive Princess was one thing, but being tortured and abused by the Queen and her secret lover? That was something else entirely.

“Make her fuck me" Eleanor suddenly exclaimed as she dismounted the vixen without warning. Falstaff watched as the Queen rolled onto her back and parted her thighs expectantly, just before Tamberlane withdrew himself from under her tail in order to manoeuvre the vixen about. Falstaff found her legs felt too weak to resist and was soon placed between the mature feline's thighs, her achingly hard cock once again guided in deep into her royal passage. Even though her hips and legs felt too weak to move, Falstaff knew it didn't matter, as soon the Castellan loomed over her. With a pained cry, the bastard crocodile sheathed himself back under her fluffy white tail to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Soon Falstaff found herself being bucked and shifted between the two lovers, as if she were their living plaything. The more the Queen moaned and writhed, the harder the crocodile fucked her in order to drive her hips and cock down into the feline below. The only difference now was that Tamberlane's ridged cock was mashing her prostate into oblivion, if he didn't stop and soon, Falstaff knew she would unwittingly spill her load deep within the Queen. There was no telling what the consequences of such an action would entail, but Falstaff desperately did not want to find out and fought as hard as she could to withstand the mounting pleasure.

She might have succeeded too, if not for Queen Eleanor hitting her own climax so unexpectedly. The way the royal feline's cunt gripped down so tightly on Falstaff's member; the vixen was afraid she might rip the skin right off it. The Queen's intense climax managed to halt Falstaff's backward and forward movements for a moment, but that did not stop Tamberlane from continuing to hammer his own thick length deep inside the vixen. Falstaff's nails dug into the goose down comforter either side of Eleanor's head as she grit her teeth, trying desperately not to cum, but it was too late. With a low growling groan, the vixen's hips bucked and jerked as she fired off rope after messy rope of her seed into her Queen.

“This wretch just came inside me" Queen Eleanor huffed and growled, glaring up at Falstaff as if she were excrement on her shoe. Without warning, Tamberlane reached down and grabbed a handful of her long white hair and pulled her up off the feline. Falstaff cried out as her hair was painfully used as a handle, while the crocodile so easily lifted her off the ground in one hand. At least he'd removed himself from her aching behind, that was at least one small mercy.

Falstaff watched as the Queen scooted up higher on the bed, resting her back against the lush pillows before she parted her thighs and stared expectantly at the vixen. She even went so far as to reach a hand down between her thighs to part the delicate folds of her pussy, which let a little of the knight's white mess trickle out. “Clean me…" Queen Eleanor ordered, not that Falstaff had much choice in the matter.

Tamberlane manhandled her across the bed and down between the feline's thighs, where he rubbed her face against Eleanor's pussy as if he were admonishing a feral feline who made a mess on the carpet. Reluctantly, Falstaff turned her head and reached her tongue out to begin lapping the Queen clean. Despite it being her own seed, she still did not like the taste, though that was soon to be of little consequence. Again, she felt a heavy weight on the bed behind her, this time it hovered over her behind for a moment, just before a large hand gripped and lifted her tail.

“Fuck!" Falstaff cried out as the Castellan once more speared her with his turgid flesh, somehow, he had not climaxed or even gone somewhat soft yet. His stamina truly was the stuff of legend, unfortunately for her. With the large crocodile now looming over her behind, he was at the perfect angle to drop his hips down heavily against her. Soon he was hammering his entire length home under the vixen's held aloft tail and beginning to pick up the pace. Falstaff wasn't sure which she enjoyed less, the taste of her own cum in the Queen's pussy, or the thick crocodile cock abusing her aching asshole again. It didn't take long before Tamberlane had reached his proper fucking pace, his hips began to clap against her backside at a steady pace, just while his large heavy balls slapped against her own smaller pair below from behind.

When the vixen looked up into her Queen's eyes, she shuddered at the cold and sadistic glee she saw there. She had thought Eleanor to be a kind and caring woman, but now she knew that to be nothing but a façade. Would Pandora turn out like this one day, or was she maybe already like this and just hiding it from her? Whatever the case may be, Falstaff knew she had to tread extra carefully from then on. If Pandora was not like her mother yet, perhaps she could still be saved.

“I'm done with her; she's boring me now" Queen Eleanor said with an almost yawn and an errant wave of her hand at the vixen currently with her tongue buried in the feline's pussy. That must have been what Tamberlane had been waiting for, again he pulled her up by her hair painfully, before wrapping an arm about her throat to pin her against his chest.

“Let's see you cum for us again, you little cunt" Tamberlane growled and winked playfully at the Queen as he climbed down off the bed to get better leverage. Falstaff's claws scratched at the scaled forearm about her neck which was making it hard for her to breath, while his other reached down to grasp and roughly stroke at her bouncing cock. His hips began to quickly jackhammer under her tail at the same time, which made her cry out shamefully. Even though she had cum not too long ago, already she could feel her balls churning as they tried to produce another load.

As much as she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of making her climax again, the lack of adequate oxygen combined with Tamberlane's relentless assault on her prostate would not let her retain even a shred of her dignity. Falstaff could feel her toes curl down below as that red hot fire burned its way from just behind her jerking and jumping balls, all the way to the tip of her pulsating cock, right up until she began to let loose her climax. Queen Eleanor watched with glee as the white warrior's cock danced and jumped with every useless shot of her seed to the bed before her, while Tamberlane seemed to be racing towards his own climax not long after. With the intensity of her climax and the lack of air, the vixen started to pass out, the last thing she remembered was hearing their cruel laughter and feeling the crocodile seeding her with what felt like a gallon of hot, slimy mess.

Thankfully when she awoke a while later, she was alone in the chambers and lying face down, naked upon the bed. It was still dark out, so not all that much time could have passed since her encounter with the Queen and the Castellan, unfortunately that meant her body still ached in new and very uncomfortable ways. Falstaff ached all over, especially under her tail, but her cock as well thanks to his rough scaled hand abusing it near the end. The vixen stumbled over to collect her clothing and armour in order to get dressed, the last thing she needed now was to be discovered by some chambermaid with loose lips. She would have to try act normal as she made her way back to her room and hopefully get a chance to recover before the world threw the next curveball at her.