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Grimhild had never been around any place long enough to know much of anyone. She’d been a nomad for much of her early life, even when she lived in Chalaco, which had less of a burn at the stake kind of interest in witches. She’d moved a lot, taking her hut with her wherever she went. So, it was strange to stay in Julonesia for longer than usual. Part of her knew why she was staying in the land. Their soon to be king was an interesting man to say the least. He was the kind of man who kings often claimed they were; kind, benevolent, loved his people dearly, but looks could be deceiving, but not for Dimitri. He seemed to be what he talked about. She remembered what he said in his dreams when he was out due to her giving him that serum.

His mind was an open book by then. She asked him many questions in his sleep, and he answered every one of them. And she was impressed. He was a kindhearted soul, and she liked that about him. So much so she’d formulated a plan to make sure he stayed with her. So, she was glad for her plan that the prince, and soon to be king, had asked her to stay for his coronation as his special guest. As she stood in her room, she began to work; she had little time to secure her place next to him. This plan was not slow acting, but it was not a quick one, but part of one had been accomplished a little ahead of schedule. Their tryst in the wilds was not planned by her, but it was a welcome point, and she would be lying if she didn’t like being with him like that. She could still feel his fingers inside her and around her breasts, and at night she would sometimes touch herself to the idea of him fucking her. Putting that thought aside, she had work to do. Leaving her room, she walked through the halls of castle Silverhorn, getting a few… interesting looks from the servants, most knew her as a witch, someone that their religion told them to fear, kill or convert, but they also knew her as the one who saved their land and while she couldn’t save their king, she did what amounted to a miracle in their eyes. It was an interesting cognitive dissonance. She paid the servants no mind as she walked towards the prince who was talking to one of the many councilors.

The prince had been absolutely inundated by them, they’d been asking him questions about his coronation left and right from things that made sense like what priest he wanted to be there to things that seemed more pedestrian for lack of a better term such as colors of various decorations it was quite the sight to see how much planning went into a coronation. Though the thing that interested her most was the fact that the councilors were already trying to paw their beloved prince off to some foreign born princess, it seems to be common in Julonesia, since from the research she did in the castle’s extensive library (something she would love to get her hands on, such knowledge,) Julonesia Royalty usually married other royal members to boost their prestige, but that would not do, Grimhild would not be outdone by some princess nor would she settle for becoming a mistress.

“Excuse me Councilor Grant, may I borrow the prince for a time.” Grimhild asked the man, who gave her a dirty look, Grant was one of the many councilors who was against sending for a witch to cure the nations problems, but he’d been overruled by the vast majority of them who saw it as a necessary evil and he was especially against Grimhild ‘Overstaying her welcome,’ as he so plainly put it when Dimitri had told them she would be staying for his coronation.

“Fine, we’ll discuss these matters later my lord.” Councilor Grant said as he left Dimitri and Grimhild alone. Dimitri let out a sigh of relief.

“I thought I’d never be rid of him,” Dimitri said happily as he turned to Grimhild, who gave him a smile, “So shall we go to the courtyard. I heard it’s quite beautiful this time of day.” Dimitri said. Grimhild obliged and followed him. The sun was shining brightly in the blue sky today, birds singing as they flew around. It was picturesque in its beauty.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about Grimhild?” Dimitri asked as he took in the sights and beauties of the courtyard, his hand was touching hers’ she was not sure if he was conscious of it, but she didn’t stop him.

“Oh, I just wanted to talk about our night together while we were on the road.” The she-wolf said, and she felt his hand grip hers, not tightly, but it was apparent. Did he find that topic offensive? Did she strike a chord she was not supposed to?

“R-really?” Dimitri stammered out, he didn’t look Grimhild in the eyes, probably afraid that he’d show just how nervous he actually was about that incident, she could see it on the part of his face that she could see, his face was red like a tomato, and it was adorable in a way, “I still feel your hands on my body you know. Every night I still sometimes imagine in my mind if things went farther.” He was embarrassed to admit such lewd things to the subject of such lewd thoughts, and in turn, it was Grimhild’s turn to be embarrassed as well. The ulv was glad that her fur hid how much she blushed at the admission.

“My, my young prince,” Grimhild said as she moved her hand up the young prince’s arm, feeling him still clam up no doubt still not used to the touch of a woman, “I would love to go further with you.” She said happily. She saw him swallow, and she knew she’d said the right words.

“T-that’s mighty kind of you Grimhild but you d-" Dimitri’s words were stopped when Grimhild brought his lips into hers much like she did when they first were intimate, she didn’t care if there were others around to see this display, all she cared for was that she had him in her clutches to be hers. Dimitri was taken by surprise at first. He was so unused to kissing, but he soon took to it like a thirsty man to a goblet of water, kissing her hungrily. When they parted, a smile was plastered across the young prince’s face.

“I’ll see you tonight my dear prince.” Grimhild whispered into Dimitri’s ears, leaving a still somewhat dazed prince behind. It took a moment for Dmitri to regain his composure and not look like a lovesick puppy he looked around him and saw a few of the castle’s many workers looking at the prince with a mixture of looks he shot them dirty glances and they went back to what they were doing prior to that sordid display. The day passed without much incident, and Dmitri managed to keep his mind off what was to happen that night. To say Dmitri was nervous would be a vast understatement. He was more nervous than he’d been for anything in his life. Dimitri had been in battles, was involved in the Second Dragon Conquest, and this somehow was making him even more nervous. Taking a moment to steady his nerves, Dimitri snuck out of his bedchamber, taking a moment to make sure none of the staff of the castle were near his bed chamber. He made his way to Grimhild’s room. Knocking on the door, he was let in by an invisible force. Sitting on a chair brushing her fur was the object of his affection. Grimhild turned to Dmitri and smiled at him. Rising from her seat, she had the look of radiance that only someone like her could give off. Her body was flanked by the golden glow of her candle, which gave off a silhouette of her body. She was wearing a translucent gown that clung to her body in such a way to accentuate her ample bosom and her wide hips. A lump formed in Dimitri’s throat as she sauntered her way over to him, her hips swayed showing even more of her body.

“Hello young prince,” Grimhild whispered as she placed her hands upon Dimitri’s chest, she moved her fingers through his shirt, pulling the buttons free and resting upon the small showings of skin that poked out from his open shirt, his skin felt warm to her touch and she could feel his heart beating fast, “I’m so glad to see you.” The she-wolf said as she brought her lips to his. The distance between them was so small that it would take a simple movement for their lips to touch. He wanted so desperately to take her lips into his.

“M-me too, Grimhild.” Dimitri said as he brought Grimhild’s lips into his. Their kiss was just as intense as the first and last one they had. Filled to the brim with passion and wanting, he could feel the ulv bite his lower lips, wanting more of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close as they deepened their kiss. Grimhild began to move her hands around the young prince’s body, first around his chest admiring the feel of it, how well toned it was, soon she moved her hands to his crotch, feeling the hardness of his cock through the simple cloth pants he wore to bed. She then let out a gasp of pleasure when she felt him thrust into her lower body, his still cloth covered cock rubbing up against her nearly naked pussy. Their frenzied kissing and touching soon found the two on Grimhild’s bed, where the witch was straddling the prince as they continued to kiss and feel all over one another.

Grimhild took the initiative, removing her sleeping gown and revealing her naked form to Dimitri. She could feel his cock twitch beneath her, and she moved her naked crotch across his, eliciting a moan from both of them. He clutched at her hips and bucked into her, making the she-wolf close her eyes in eustacy at the sensation, again she was surprised that he was inexperienced but at the same time she was going to enjoy finding every single way to turn on her lover. She moved to take off his shirt, removing it quickly and admiring his bare chest. His body had the look of someone who had, from a young age, trained and trained to become a gallant fighter. Scars littered his chest from the battles he’d waged in the name of his kingdom. She traced a clawed finger down his chest, stopping at his pecks. She then swirled around his chest as she kissed him again.

“Such a nice body.” the witch swooned as she moved further down his body, her face stopping at his crotch. She undid the drawstring of his pants and pulled them down, allowing his cock to spring free from its confines. She’d seen his cock before during their first little tryst together, but not up close, the way it twitched and throbbed with want-no need for her. She placed her lips gently upon his member, kissing it a few times, admiring with each kiss how she heard soft murmurs from the young prince as she continued to play with is cock. Not finished playing with her new toy, Grimhild rolled out her long canine tongue and wrapped it around his member, licking it up and down savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum, she could see the prince grip the sheets of her bed as she did so. Licking his member up and down she felt him buck his hips a few times as she did, the soft moans of Dimitri making her wetter and wetter as she played with his cock, she moved her fingers down below her and began to play with herself. Plunging her fingers in and out of her snatch as she continued to suck and play with Dimitri’s cock. With a groan, Dmitri came hard and fast into Grimhild’s mouth. She felt the thick ropes of his cum coat her mouth, her face, and a few other places before his cock went flaccid. Licking his seed off her face, Grimhild noted it was not a pleasant taste, but she could bear with it. She then laid on her back and spread her legs and, as if by instinct, Dmitri seemed to know what to do, placing his face in between his lover’s legs.

The heat resonating off of Grimhild’s snatch was something new to Dimitri, he’d never really experienced anything with sex before, he’d once seen one of the scullery maids pleasure herself and that was his first true sexual awakening, but this was all alien to him. Swallowing, he plunged his face into her waiting cunt. Kissing and playing with her snatch. Grimhild let out a moan as she held Dimitri’s head, playing with his hair as he continued to lick and prod at his lover’s cunt, rocking her hips and moaning along the way. With each lick of his tongue or play of her clit it was bringing Grimhild closer to her own climax. She could feel it creeping upon her like the snow creeps upon her homeland. With a long moan and howl mixed into one, Grimhild came. Laying her head down upon the bed, Grimhild's breathing became ragged; it'd been quite a while since she’d come this hard. She could see stars in her eyes, and she needed to rein her breathing in. Taking a moment, she gathered herself and went to her nightstand and took a swig of a concoction. She then handed it to Dimitri.

“What is this?” Dimitri asked as he sniffed the bottle. It smelled of elderberry and cinnamon. He knew the witch had a penchant for weird concoctions (one of them knocked him right on his ass when he drank it.)

“Stamina potion, I want this to last a very long time,’ Grimhild said as she watched Dimitris take a swig of it, he didn’t gag like last time so that was a plus, he then felt his energy double, and his libido go into overdrive. He wanted to bed Grimhild now! Pushing the ulv on her back, Dimitri lined his cock up with her snatch, “Good, good prince claim me, make me yours.” The witch said as she felt Dmitri’s cock enter her. She let out a gasp as she felt him hilt inside her. Moving his hips back, he then thrusted deep inside her, making her moan again, then another, then another. Each thrust of his cock drawing from her gasps and moans of pleasure as he plunged in and out of her with a deepness she’d never felt from any former lovers she might have had in her thirty years of life. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper and harder into her, and he did. Grimhild moaned louder and louder as she was fucked fast and hard by her lover. The potion she gave him might have been a bit too potent, but she wasn’t complaining he was fucking her like nothing ever fucked her before and she was not about to stop him from doing so.

“Y-Yes! Fuck me! Harder Dimitri!” Grimhild begged and Dimitri did so, pinning her arms to the bed as he rocked inside her with reckless abandon, the hard slap, slap, slap of their skin bodies touching being mixed with the sound of her moans. Dimitri could feel himself nearing his edge, about to cum inside Grimhild,

“Take my seed!” The young prince grunted as he filled her up to the brim with his seed. Spurt after wonderful spurt of his searing hot cum flooded the wolf’s cunt and womb, coating it. She let out a guttural moan as she came from the sensation. The potion they took was also a fertility potion and just based on this, she would be pregnant for sure, but she wanted more of him. She could feel his cock begin to grow hard again, and she pushed him on his back and began to ride him.

“We’re not done prince.” Grimhild moaned as she began to bounce her hips up and down against his member. She kept him pinned to the bed. She could feel his hands grip her hips, wanting to fuck her faster and harder. She was riding him so fast and hard that he wondered how sore the two of them would be by morning. The wet slaps of her cunt and body against his again echoing through the rooms, Dimitri’s lust clouded mind didn’t care that anyone else might hear them making love, the more the better to hear him claim her, this witch was his and his alone. He was going to make Grimhild his wife, his queen, and the mother of every single pup she could bear. With each bounce, he could see in his mind's eye the images of her, her belly fecund with a baby growing inside, his baby. He pulled her down to his level as he thrusted inside her, kissing her as his seed flooded into her again. She moaned into the kiss as she gripped at her human love, collapsing to the side of him she felt the prince wrap his arms around her, stroking her furred back with the love and care of someone who didn’t just savagely fuck her a few minutes ago.

“I want you to be my queen Grimhild,” Dmitri said, his body was tired, but he could feel it coming back but slowly, “I want you to be the one who I have by my side as I rule Julonesia and to be the one to bare my children.” Dimitri said. she could feel his heart beating fast just saying this. She wondered how nervous he was compared to just sleeping with her.

“I’ll gladly become your queen.” She said, kissing him deep and hard. The two could feel their energy return. And after breaking the kiss, they found a new position to make love in, then another, making love well into the morning hours.

Several Months Later…

Grimhild looked at herself in the stainless mirror that was her dressing room. She was being attended to by several handmaidens who were making her look the part of a soon to be queen. Her fiancé, Dmitri, and her wedding/ coronation were today. The day the two become husband and wife, king, and queen. Though they’d been together far longer after that fateful night Dimitri and her were inseparable and she’d fallen hard for the man, his charm, his kindness and his want to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves all had won her over and the fruit of that was evident by the belly she had, she was several months along with their first child and while many would balk at the sight of a queen walking to be coronated heavy with child, she saw it as a mark of pride. Raising to her feet to greet her new subjects she could see standing at the fair end of the courtyard that held so much importance to her, she could see the man who she’d grown to love standing waiting for her. The Wolf Queen had found her love and she would never let him go.