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At the sound of voices and soft footsteps, Galen lifted his head and looked over the side of the dark sofa, seeing Ailah enter the boudoir. She was surrounded by her handmaidens, smiling pleasantly as the five women chattered at her, their hands moving in excited little motions as they inspected her appearance for who knew which time.

Galen did not see the need nor could not really see why the bath had been necessary in the first place, because Ailah looked much the same as she had before the bath. Her dark red hair fell in perfect curls around her face and her dress wrapped her upper body in flatteringly tight red silk that became ruffling waves that fell from her waist.

After a few moments, Ailah held up a hand and in the immediate quiet that gave her, she said: "Thank you, dears. I am as always most pleased and thankful for your company. But you may go now. I shall have no need for your services before the day after tomorrow."

The women smiled warmly, curtsied deeply and obeyed, waving at Galen as they left the room. Galen lazily lifted a paw in return and smiled without teeth. The new one, Camille, giggled behind her hand and Galen tilted his head as the door closed behind her.

Ailah stepped forward and locked the door with a click of metal. Then she let out a heavy sigh and made a beeline for the sofa Galen was lying in. Her shoulders ached, her head felt heavy and sluggish and her eyes felt oddly dry, but closing the door on her retainers and the world seemed to lift an immense weight from her shoulders.

"I don't think I want to be queen after all," she lamented halfheartedly, throwing herself into the plush comfort of the sofa as if all strength had finally left her. She let her head fall back against the pillows and lazily studied the elaborate painting on the ceiling, depicting a hunt that supposedly symbolized a couple of centuries of the country's history. As her eyes settled on the wolves that loped along the hunters, Galen said: "It wasn't that bad, was it?"

She turned her head so she could look at him and pointedly raised an eyebrow. His ears fell back little before he tilted his head in acknowledgment and added: "Then again, I wasn't expected to participate like you were."

That was the honest truth. Galen had just had to sit there, keeping a wary eye out. He'd bared his teeth a few times but that and polite nods had been the extent of his participation. At least he could have let his thoughts wander while Ailah had had to pay close attention the entire time. She let out an explosive sigh and looked back up at the ceiling. "I can't believe someone related to Cynthia can be such a complete and utter bore."

That thought made her frown. She missed Cynthia, though she didn't begrudge her for her absence. They all wanted her father to recover quickly.

She felt the sofa dip as Galen crawled up beside her. He leaned in to nuzzle her before saying: “The duchess isn't from around here. They make them special here."

Ailah made a little appreciative sound and raised her hand to scratch behind Galen's right ear. As he rumbled in pleasure and leaned his warm weight into her side, she thought back to the meeting, where Duchess Lucille had come gliding into the room, drawing every eye to her exquisite dress and the voluptuous body that it marvelously and sparingly covered.

"Well, I guess it is a little fascinating how the duchess can be so alluring at the same time that she is so utterly dull. At least there was something pleasant to look at when you started nodding off."

Galen was sure Ailah could feel the little tension that crept into his frame as his stomach twinged guiltily. Admitting his love and lust for Ailah seemed to have changed how he looked at the beautiful women at court and he couldn't deny that some of them sparked a bit more than aesthetic appreciation. The duchess had indeed been as intensely captivating as she was boring to listen to and he had stared more than he should, especially at her sensually swaying hips as she entered and left. After what felt like an incriminatingly long pause, he got his thoughts into order, thought of what else he'd been watching and said warmly: "There always is. I'd be failing in my duty if I let you out of my sight."

Galen's heart jumped with relief and warmth when Ailah giggled and pressed a kiss to the top of his muzzle. "Good answer," she said, smirking as she looked into his eyes. "But I won't mind. Isn't it strange she knows how to draw every eye in the room, but can't for the life of her say something interesting?"

"You have a small army of tutors and advisers to instruct you on anything," Galen answered, glad for the slight change in topic. "The duchess has a handful and we both know instruction only goes so far. I'm guessing it's harder to teach her to be interesting than to instruct her on scandalously sensual fashion."

"That makes sense," Ailah admitted. She lifted her legs, holding her feet out straight from the sofa and with a little effort, pried her slippers off with her toes. She let out a sigh of relief as the footwear fell to the soft carpet and continued: "I suppose there is one good thing about being royalty: I set the fashion and can avoid those torturous heels, no matter how hypnotically they make your ass move."

Galen choked out a laugh. "Can't deny that she is to some extent following your example," he said. He leaned his head against Ailah's cheek and looked down her body. Feeling a little bold, he rolled out his tongue and licked over her exposed cleavage to emphasize his point.

Ailah let out a little pleased breath as she felt the hot tongue slip over the top of her breasts, dipping between them briefly and was a little disappointed when he withdrew it. Getting her thoughts back on track, she realized that Galen was right. Lucille's dress had been a little more risque but similar to her style and she had actually never truly appreciated the fact that people imitated her.

She ran a hand down over Galen's neck and he rubbed his head against hers. When another thought struck her, she let out a surprised laugh. Galen pulled his head back so he could look at her in question and it took a moment to compose herself. She pecked his lips and said: "Maybe I'll make it fashionable for people to bed their pets."

He didn't laugh, however. Instead, his ears drooped and his eyes seemed to dull a little. A sudden guilt immediately twisted her stomach at her thoughtless wording and as she urgently searched her mind for some less thoughtless words, she pulled him in for a few fervent kisses.

Just as Galen was beginning to respond, drawing back his lips so she could lick along his teeth, she pulled back and said, more confidently: "Or maybe I'll teach them to couple with their best friends. That would be an achievement. There are too many loveless unions."

"I do love you very much, Princess," Galen said softly.

Ailah nodded and leaned her forehead against his muzzle. "I love you," she said, just as softly. "I didn't mean anything with it. This is just something many of them won't have and it seemed funny that they should try to badly imitate it."

She felt a movement in his jaw before he said: "It is a little funny. I'm just... Having to be so careful makes me doubt. You know how I can be. And this is earth, sky and forest to me."

Ailah knew exactly how nervous he could get, though he sounded far more worried than he usually did. Then again, this was a far more serious matter to both of them than what they usually got up to. The first two days they had had trouble just remembering how physical they had been before they had become lovers and they had been mildly terrified at messing up. Thankfully, they had remembered that they had always been very free with hugs and affectionate touches, though there had still been a few moments where Galen had reacted a little too obviously to her.

Galen felt all tension melt out of him when Ailah turned and pulled him into the tightest hug she could manage. Her body was soft and warm against him and her smell was sweet in his nose as she tucked her head underneath his. Very sweet and thick, he noticed a moment later and just as he realized when he had properly smelled that before, he felt himself react, his cock growing and pressing against her belly.

He felt a flash of embarrassment, which immediately made him feel stupid, because he could smell Ailah's arousal as clearly as she could feel his own. Ailah made a thoughtful sound and trailed her hands up and down the fur on his back. She moved her midsection a little, sliding the silk of her dress against his sensitive skin and making his cock grow warmer and harder in response.

"It has been a long week, hasn't it," she said and Galen could hear the smile in her voice.

And then, because she was an evil, evil woman, she slid away from him and took a step away from the couch, leaving him feeling cold and exposed. He looked at her and despite her slight flush and gently teasing expression, he couldn't keep his features from showing his disappointment. For a moment, they just looked at each other before Ailah's expression softened. Then she turned toward her bedroom and said brightly: "But I can't neglect my studies. It'll have to wait."

Galen felt his mouth drop open as Ailah walked away from him. He could still smell her and despite her quick steps, there was a definite, sensual sway in her hips. A little growl stirred in his throat, too subtle for Ailah to hear and he jumped down after her. In a few short quick lopes he overtook her, picking up her scent again as he passed her, and made his way to the ornate desk in her bedroom.

He stopped at one corner of it, feeling his paws sink into the soft, beautiful rug it stood on, and turned to look at Ailah. Her expression was innocent as she turned from the closed door and walked toward him, too innocent to be believable, even if her body hadn't belied the expression. He donned an annoyed expression, looked her straight in the eye and calmly pushed one of the stacks of books onto the floor.

That put a satisfying little stutter in her step. She frowned and her steps became brisk and quick. "No reason to take it out on the books," she said, a note of genuine admonishment in her voice.

Galen met her gaze calmly as she approached and only when she reached him and bent down to pick up the half-dozen volumes did he allow his smile to appear on his face.

He slipped around Ailah and stood on his hind legs to give her a push and she gave a little surprised yelp as his weight overbalanced her. As she caught herself on her hands, Galen quickly lowered himself to all fours again and slipped his muzzle beneath her dress. The scent of her arousal was stronger and undeniable beneath the silk and grew more so as he dragged his tongue up her leg, drawing a wet line along her stocking and up her bare, inner thigh.

Doing his best to ignore his nervousness, he pushed her dress up further with his right paw and with a mostly confident rumble said: "I've wanted to do this the entire week."

Ailah inhaled sharply as the heat of Galen's breath was followed by his hot, warm tongue, soaking her thin undergarments. His claws dug softly into her buttocks through the silken undergarments and she could even feel the roughness of his pads through the fabric.

"Hmm?" She managed, bending over further, resting on one elbow and reaching back to help drag her dress up over her back.

"Every time you bent over, I've wanted to push you down," Galen answered, muzzle against her, before rolling out his tongue again. The slight growl in his voice vibrated against her pussy, sending a warm flutter up through her belly and it wasn't just Galen's tongue that wet her panties anymore.

Her arousal only grew when Galen put a paw on her ass and gently pulled at the border of her panties, the claws digging softly into her skin. Pressing her arm down on the dress to hold it up, she slipped her fingers under her panties and pulled on them so Galen could get his claws under it.

"That's funny," she said breathily, as Galen tongued her again. "I wished we were alone so you could have a few times."

Soaked from Galen's drool and her own arousal, her panties clung to her as Galen slid them down and exposed her pussy. She felt a brief chill before Galen pressed in close to her, his hot breath tickling her before his tongue dove in between her folds, warm and wet and wonderful.

"That's a good boy," she said roughly. Her position wasn't the most comfortable, but the rug was soft beneath her and something excited her about her position, clothed but exposed, on all fours on the floor.

Galen returned a paw to her rear, pushing lightly down on her so she had to push back against him and his claws dug slightly into her skin. She felt his teeth slide over her as he yawned over her buttocks, leaving trails of drool and sparking heat beneath her skin. His tongue dipped deeper, sliding lazily between her lips before sending a warm wave up her body when he lapped at her clit.

She let out something between a moan and a hum and more, rapid little waves flowed up her body as Galen began to lap at her clit rapidly, his motions becoming less hesitant.

"Don't forget," she said, her breathing growing faster, "what your bitch likes."

Galen rumbled against her and his tongue slipped up between her lips and further up. It drew a sloppy line of drool between her legs and ringed her asshole and she felt a ticklish thrill, which only became stronger when he pressed the tip into her rear. Her lowered his tongue again and she gasped when his tongue pushed between her lips and into her, swirling inside her pussy. Her hand slipped from her dress and the skirt fell the wrong way, down over her torso and partially over her head.

Galen didn't seem to notice, happily licking her, slathering her with drool, so her surprised giggle was breathy with pleasure as she fumbled for her dress.

“Wait, Galen," she said, voice going a little higher at the last syllable because of another flick at her clit and only then did he stop. The reprieve lasted only for a moment, because he hadn't moved his head at all and his husky laugh tickled her again.

“Stop," Ailah managed after a moment, though she couldn't keep her own laugh down. “Stop-" She finally got hold of the hem of the dress and with a testy motion, tossed it back, “-laughing."

Galen made a surprised sound, drawing his jaw from her and when she looked back, Ailah saw that Galen's head and shoulders were now under her skirt.

“I can work in the dark," he mused, and she yelped when he pressed his moist, cold nose against her pussy and inhaled, making her cheeks grow warmer. He pawed at her dress. “But I miss the view."

Before she could answer, he removed his nose and his tongue returned and for a little while, she let herself relax, feeling the warm tension build beneath Galen's tongue. Then he paused however, and Ailah's lower lip slipped from beneath her teeth in a little burst of frustration.

“Galen," she grumbled, shaking her ass at him a little. She couldn't see his face, but she could still feel his humid breath teasing her pussy.

“I want to see you," Galen said. But then again, the scent of Ailah's arousal was trapped within her skirt, thick and warm and every inhale sent thrills right down his spine to his almost painfully throbbing cock. He lapped at her ass once more and added: “Help yourself too, Princess."

He pressed his nose up between her buttocks, again getting a satisfying little yelp from her, while sliding his tongue down between her wonderfully warm lips and further down, covering her clit with it. He rolled his tongue over it several times, only withdrawing when he felt Ailah shift her weight. He opened his mouth wide again, yawning over her again, letting his teeth rest on her buttocks and pushed his tongue into her again, delighting in her strong taste. He could feel her move more now than before and he felt jolt of fresh arousal when he felt a subtle, rhythmic motion in her hips and when he licked down to her clit again, his tongue trailed over her busily circling fingers.

As he licked, he panted heavily, moving his hips as much as he could while keeping his position, sliding his cock against the soft carpet. Ailah's breathing was also coming harder and he could faintly feel her pulse against him.

“Yes, Boy," she panted, “make your bitch cum. Don't stop."

Galen had no such intentions. He inched his jaws tighter around her, biting tenderly down on her wonderfully soft ass. His nose was full of her scent, his ears alert for every little sound of pleasure she made, but both were distant compared to the taste of her as his tongue roamed her pussy. His own urging for her to cum became an inarticulate growl low in his throat and sensing the reaction that got, he kept rumbling at her.

“Yes, Boy," Ailah panted and Galen could feel her fingers become frantic, while he thrust more urgently and awkwardly against the carpet. Just moments passed before he her felt her tense, her pussy clenching around his tongue and again, pride and lust filled him in equal measure as he felt her climax. He kept swirling his tongue, pushing against her and when she suddenly fell limp, she slid half a foot forward on the carpet, pushed by his open jaws.

“Easy, Boy," Ailah managed through unsteady breaths.

Galen pulled his head out from under her skirt, breathing easier, though not by much, his tongue and snout still covered with her wetness.

Ailah lay in a heap, her ass still in the air, her arms beneath her, breathing heavily. Her face was turned toward him, but the eye not concealed beneath her black-red hair was still closed in pleasure. Unthinkingly, he thrust against the soft carpet, eyes intent on her. The carpet was not much compared to the pleasure she had given him a week ago, but she looked too content to disturb and too seductive for him to stop, even when her eye fluttered open again.

She watched him for several thrusts before her gaze turned sly and with what looked like great effort, she rolled over onto her back.

“Aaw, Boy, you don't need to do that," she mock-chided. Now that Galen had begun, it was hard to stop, but he managed with what he felt was admirable restraint.

“Come closer," Ailah prompted and with more effort, he rose. His cock left droplets in the thick carpet as he padded over to stand over Ailah, cock aimed between her legs.

“No, Boy, closer," Ailah said and as Galen looked down, he saw her pull down her dress, exposing her pert breasts and her hard nipples. Seeing one more sign of Ailah's continued arousal made him obediently walk up her body, though not without lowering his hips so his cock trailed up her dress. He left little spots on it and Ailah shivered, biting her lip. His cock jerked when he reached her breasts, the heat of her velvet skin a shock against him and without thinking, he lowered himself, feeling his balls come down just beneath Ailah's breasts while his cock and knot came to rest between the modest mounds.

He felt another pulse in his cock and when he looked down, he saw a small pool of pale white on Ailah's collarbone.

“Eager, aren't we," Ailah said, smirking through her blush. One hand rose to brush through the fur on his stomach while she ran her pink tongue up the palm of her other hand before wrapping the hand around his cock. He gave an involuntary jerk against her hand and she gave him a mock-scowl.

“Relax," she said, moving her slick hand slowly back and forth, her other hand absently sliding over his nipples. “Lean back and let your princess take care of you."

Galen did as instructed, his eyes slipping half-closed as she stroked him. He only just remembered to keep some of his weight off her, his attention almost entirely focused on the warm hands, Ailah's tits and her beautiful face. She was smiling, with lips slightly parted and her eyes were dark and intense. Her breaths came in heavy puffs that teased the tip of his cock and her strokes became more eager. The hot tightness quickly grew low in Galen's body and he knew he wouldn't last long.

“Princess," he gasped, half in time with his racing heart.

“About to cum, Boy?" she asked happily. Her hold became a little tighter and he inched a little up her body. “Are you gonna cum on your princess?"

Those words, in that voice, sent a shock of heat straight down his spine and he moved forward a little further. “Ailah, I'm-"

“We can't have that," Ailah said, lazy teasing mixing with eagerness in her voice. She pulled on him again and added: “Come a little closer. You remember my little rule, don't you, Boy?"

Galen's thoughts felt sluggish, his mind almost entirely focused now on the feeling between his legs, but he managed to obey.

“Your bitch wants your cum and you can only reach one hole now, can't you, Boy?" Ailah asked, running nails down the middle of his belly while beginning to rub her thumb over the tip of his cock on every stroke.

That made sense to Galen and he pushed forward, pressing his hips down toward Ailah. Her hand ran down his length, wrapping around his knot while her soft, wonderful lips closed around the tip of his cock. He slid into her drool-filled mouth, though only half of his length came into her mouth before he trembled with warm shocks. He distantly felt his balls slide over her skin as he spurted his cum into her mouth, her pleased hum adding an edge to the pleasure. His hips continued the forward motion, and he just barely remembered to catch himself on his front legs as he slid fully into her mouth, her lips coming to rest against his knot.

The pleasure faded quickly, though Ailah's swallowing motions and her lazily swirling tongue made it surge several times.

Finally, he felt fully spent and he reluctantly pulled back and looked down to see his cock slip out of Ailah's mouth, glistening and briefly linked by a strand of drool to her mouth. She took a deep breath, licked her lips and asked: “Was that good, Boy?"

Galen scooted back a bit and with some satisfaction, let his cock fall between Ailah's tits again. That made her giggle a little, an interesting feeling against his member.

“Incredibly," he answered breathily. Pulling in a deep breath, he smelled her arousal again and looking down at her breasts, he saw that her nipples were indeed as erect as before.

“Do you like to drink my cum, princess?" he asked, mostly succeeding at making it a low, teasing rumble.

“Always," Ailah said, sliding her hand down the top of his cock in a motion that was more petting than anything else.

“I'm glad we each others' tastes," Galen continued. He took an exaggerated sniff. “Would you like me to have another?"

Ailah made a show of humming in thought, absently gathering the spot of cum on her chest with a finger and putting it in her mouth. She wasn't sure she would ever get completely used to sinking the gooey cum, but Galen obviously liked it when she did and she had to admit, she found it exciting as well. Her own arousal had grown achingly strong again and she felt intensely wet and warm, her pussy eager for more attention, so she nodded at Galen.

He scooted back over her, sliding his slowly shrinking cock down her dress with obvious satisfaction, but before he could position himself in any way, she pulled her legs out from under him and rose. Galen cocked his head in question, but Ailah didn't answer, instead sauntering, hips swaying, over to her bed, seating herself primly on the edge of it.

Galen followed, mouth open in a happy, grin, seeming to get the idea when she spread her legs, feeling the soft silk of her dress slide up over her stockings.

"Sit, Boy," she said, smiling indulgently.

Galen did and Ailah felt a little burst of excited joy when he stopped halfway through putting a paw in front of his fiercely erect cock. Instead, he placed his paws on either side of the member and righted his back with something that almost looked like pride.

Galen felt a throb in his cock as he looked at Ailah. Her disheveled hair and blushing cheeks were a joy to look at, while her bare breasts and indecently spread legs gave her a slovenly, sensual air that fit the heavy scent in the air.

"You are so very charming when you are at attention like that," Ailah said appreciatively, her eyes sparkling with mirth and desire. With frustrating slowness, she reached down to the hem of her dress, folding slender fingers around it before lifting it up to once again reveal her pussy, swollen and a shade darker than the surrounding skin. "Here, Boy," she said, "take care of your princess."

Galen had already stooped at 'Boy', so Ailah's voice rose a bit at the last word. He pushed his tongue eagerly into her wet opening, sliding it further in than he had before and she gasped at the invasion, falling back on her elbows. He leaned on the bed, putting his paws on the back her thighs and pushed her back so she displayed herself further and she felt a warm thrill as she lay exposed beneath him.

He pulled his tongue back out of her with a suddenness that made her inhale again and open her eyes to look at him. His golden eyes met hers, dark with lust and love and when he looked down at her pussy and ass, his expression turned almost hungry, slaver dripping from his lips to soak her lower body.

“You are the prettiest, most arousing thing I've ever seen," he half-growled, licking her at every other word and heat rose both in her cheeks and in her lower body. “Your beautiful eyes, your soft mouth, your hair."

He pulled back from her pussy and put a paw down to press claws against her left breast.“I love your lovely, soft tits," he said, and dragged the claws over her belly, scratching through the fabric.

“I love your- your warm, wet cunt," he added, ducking, seemingly in embarrassment, to lick at her clit while he dragged his claw between her lower lips. Ailah felt an almost fearful thrill as she felt the hard claw slide down her most sensitive spot and then further and she clenched up when she felt the now wet claw press against her asshole.

“And I love your ass," he murmured, lips returning to her engorged lips. There was a nervous note in his voice and he pressed very slowly against her asshole as he continued: “This tight little hole."

"Careful, Boy" she breathed, finally finding the words she'd lacked as he touched her pussy.

"That one's blunt. Faye did think it a weird request." Despite his words, he did hesitate.

“Go on," Ailah breathed unsteadily, reaching down a hand, burying it in Galen's unruly mane and trying to pull him closer to her pussy.

He obeyed, pressing his claw harder against her ass. The claws around the blunt one dug into her buttocks, little stinging points, but once again, Ailah was almost surprised by the thrill they garnered and she felt herself unclenching, letting the blunt claw enter her. It was a slight struggle to keep herself propped up so she could look down at Galen as he began slowly sliding the claw in and out, but she wanted to see. The expression on his face was nervous, his eyes hyper-alert and his ears half-laid back over his head as he spoke again: “My princess. My bitch."

Ailah bit her lip, feeling a smirk through the pleasured grimace as Galen ducked his head, ears flicking back again while his tongue dove into her pussy, tickling and thick and warm. His claw kept pressing in and out of her asshole, making it spread strangely, but wonderfully and the entire area between her legs felt almost aflame with pleasure. The heat was flooding, curling into familiar hot tightness and her thighs began closing around Galen's head, the silk of her stockings sliding against his thick fur in a subtle counterpoint to the other places he touched her. Her breathing sped further and her eyes closed as small twitches grew to shudders, but still the climax surprised her.

“Ye- Galen," she gasped before her legs closed around his head and her breath came out in in a series of little gasps as the tension unwound in her. Her back arched and her pussy tightened rhythmically against the long length of tongue Galen had slid into her while her ass clenched around his claw, the feeling odd but pleasant. In response, Galen rolled his tongue eagerly and gave his claw a little wiggle, making the shudders gain a little more strength and drawing out the pleasure.

Eventually, the warm waves faded and as Ailah's waist fell back onto the mattress and she opened her eyes to look at Galen, who's head was resting on her mound, heavy and hot. All of his earlier hesitance was gone and a pleased expression was on his wet snout.

“I love those little sounds of yours too, Princess."

For a few moments, Ailah just basked in the glow and the feeling of Galen's warm gaze, but when Galen still didn't remove his claw from her ass, she said: “I'm beginning to love those claws of yours."

“I hoped," Galen said, ears perking.

“Your bitch wants something else now though," she said, letting her eyes fall half-closed, dragging herself further up onto the bed and making Galen's claw slip out of her. “A good boy deserves the treat, I think."

Galen felt his mouth drop into a grin and he quickly followed Ailah, eyes trailing down her body. She was a mess. Her cheeks were red, her lips dark and moist and her hair was a jumble of dark-red curls. Her bodice was pulled down to slovenly display her breasts, dark nipples still peaked, and one stocking had been pulled halfway down her leg. Finally, her rumpled dress was dragged up over he belly, revealing her thoroughly soaked, naked lower body and her gorgeous pussy, pink and ready for him, as well as her fascinating little asshole.

He hurried forward, placing himself above her and catching her dark gaze, still heady with lust. He let out half of a whimper, even before she caught his cock and the sound became a groan as she guided him into her. Once again, he sank into wonderful, wet heat, sliding deep with a single stroke as Ailah trailed her hands up his chest. Galen lowered his body more, molding himself as much as he could against Ailah and she in turn wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, burying her face in his chest. She was a hot, soft heat between his limbs, even hotter around his hard cock and her rapid breaths puffed against his chest, tickling it.

“You are wonderful," he said, in time with the thrusts. “Ravishing."

Ailah hummed against his chest and both her limbs and pussy clenched around him. “You are a gorgeous animal too," she answered against his chest, nails digging into his neck like little hot needles. His movements quickened and Ailah's shaky breathing made another pulse flow up his spine. His senses were filled with her warmth and scent and softness and he felt the pressure begin to mount. Naturally, that was when Ailah said: “Wait. I want to try something."

Remembering the last times, Galen put in an excruciating amount of effort and slowly came to a stop. He raised his upper body from Ailah and couldn't help the incredulous, pouting look he gave Ailah.

Ailah actually felt a little bad when she saw Galen's expression, and she felt somewhat frustrated herself, but the anticipation and the mirth she also felt made those emotions easy to ignore. She did move quickly though, dragging herself up the mattress, feeling almost bereft when Galen slipped out of her with a moist sound. Her pussy still ached with need and her nipples were hard little nubs, visible even through her dress, so she hurriedly rolled over, laying her head down in the soft mattress and reaching back to pull up the folds of her dress with one hand, while sliding the other up beneath her body. Again, the slight chill hit her, but the exposure and anticipation grew a different heat in her lower body. "Come, Boy, mount your bitch," she said sultrily, waving her ass back and forth.

When nothing happened, she glanced back between her legs. The slight irritation at Galen's inaction vanished as she saw the look of almost awe on Galen's face, his golden eyes huge and dark with lust, his mouth wide open and glistening with drool. Before she had to ask him again, he moved. The mattress dipped below him as he hurried forward, his cock bobbing beneath him and as his limbs encircled her, heavy with muscle and soft with fur, her anticipation grew so hot that she couldn't help but rub at her clit herself. He missed in his eagerness, his cock sliding up between her buttocks at first, leaving a pleasing wet trail and his second thrust went lower, brushing against the hand she had against her clit before she grabbed him and placed him against the right hole.

His heat was again almost shocking and it almost felt like her pulse matched his, beating warm pleasure out through her body. Her hand dropped to eagerly rub at her clit again, the sensation just slightly more exciting now that her fingers were wet with his and her juices.

As he resumed thrusting, his body enveloped her, dense muscle and soft fur melding against her. His body was a heavy, forceful weight on her and his cock pounded hot and hard into her pussy with a soft slapping sound. His breaths were rough and growly and she could feel the mounting tension and his rapid heartbeat all around her, as well as his strong male scent.

She rubbed her clit desperately and struggled to keep her ass raised against his thrusts, biting her lip as her. Her face rested on her arm and her breath hitched when she felt him push just a little further, slapping his knot against her pussy.

“Push, I want all of you," she said, voice unsteady through her rapid breaths. “Breed your princess properly. Fuck me."

She struggled to take a deep breath through her mounting pleasure and managed to relax herself a bit just before Galen pushed. Again, there was a sting of pain, but it merged with the pulsing pleasure and the rhythmic tingles from her clit into something wonderful. Her pussy spread wide and wrapped around him and she gasped as he began pulling and pushing, evidently not quite there yet.

Quickly, she moved her hand back to touch him, running her fingers over his balls and the back of his knot as he rolled his hips, sending little strange surges up her spine.

“Cum," she pleaded, though her words were almost directed toward herself as well. “Cum, Boy, cum."

“Ailah," he groaned. “Ai- My princess."

Her pussy burning with a mix of need and faint pain, Ailah slipped her other hand beneath her and found her clit while still teasing Galen with her other hand. Fingers circling desperately, she let out an actual whimper when she was suddenly surprised by her tightness coming undone. Her body arched against Galen's chest and slow, strong pleasure rolled through her in tense throbs.

On the third of those, Galen let out a growly gasp, and a fresh burst of pleasure rushed through Ailah when she felt his first spurt while his limbs went rigid and his lower body pressed firmly against her ass. Her own limbs were going weak, so she simply let herself slump and soon, he slumped over her too, still cumming. She lay there, with his weight pressing down on her, enjoying the messy feeling as he pulsed and spurted inside her, her pussy hot and clenching, unwilling to let him go, even if his knot hadn't prevented it.

Wonderfully filled, wet and warm, with more of Galen's weight on her than was strictly comfortable, she let the orgasm fade, breathing deeply of air that smelled heavily of Galen. His chest moved against her back in heavy, happy breaths as well and she could feel his rapid pulse gradually slow inside her. After a few moments, a random thought occurred to her and she asked: “Aren't you going to turn around?"

Galen made an a questioning noise, sounding utterly content as he rumbled against her back.

“Like dogs do?" She felt an instant of worry that she had hurt him when he didn't answer, but then he made a sound of understanding before chuckling.

“I think I like this more," he answered, shifting and laying his cheek against hers. Carefully, he curled one forelimb around her midsection and rolled, pulling her with him. She came to lie against his chest, facing the door, with all his limbs around her in a tight embrace, one that felt tighter from the pull of his cock on her pussy. A spark of renewed lust hit her at that pull and the realization of how her messy clothes exposed her to, making her answer come a little slower. She rubbed her cheek against his. “You've got a point. This is pleasant."

They lay there for a few moments before she added: “That was good."

“Yes," Galen said with emphasis. He rolled his hips and Ailah made a pleased sound at the tug she felt. Affecting a thoughtful tone, he said: “We should do it again."

“Alrea-" Ailah began, only to get interrupted by Galen bouncing his hips. Sighing exaggeratedly, she said: “We've got time. We're alone the next day and half."

“I know," Galen said, cheek against hers. “We'd better use it properly.

Ailah smirked and looked significantly down between her half-covered legs. “I think we'll have better use of it if we let you slip out."

Galen tilted his head from side to side in thought. “Maybe." The hesitant tone in his voice made her look at him and his expression matched his tone, a bit of nervous grin on his muzzle and his ears angled back just a bit.

“Out with it, Galen," Ailah said, smiling.

Galen hesitated for a moment and ducked in to kiss her, a deep kiss where his tongue wrestled hers back into her mouth and filled her satisfyingly. When he drew back, a little breathless, it seemed he had found his confidence. “I'd like to you to touch yourself while we are like this."

A small spike of desire ran through her at the suggestion and Ailah felt her cheeks heat. The reaction didn't go unnoticed and Galen's expression became an odd mix between aroused and puppy-like excitement.

“You like that suggestion?" he asked, mostly failing at sounding suave.

Ailah could tell she hid her own, silly self-consciousness far better than he did when she smiled sweetly and let her hand slide down her body.

“Whatever my boy wants."