Conquest
Hello, everyone! I'm sorry I go so long between posts. I figured I'd tie in a bit of an update here, so if you just want the smut, skip to the story below. I haven't forgotten about the people who have commissioned me, and I'm happy to say that I am getting back into a place where I can more reliably write. Most importantly, I'm in the mood for writing again. My own libido (which, admittedly, is important in driving my writing) has been at an all-time low in the past year or so, due to some stress and other factors, but it is starting to come back. I hope to be putting out more stories soon.
This was a very quick, fast, and horny write-up and I apologize if the quality is lower than the other works I have put out. I had just had the craving the write this scene out for a while, and it culminated in this.
I am not, however, open for commissions nor will I be taking any for the foreseeable future. Please leave a comment if you enjoy the story!
Jalle hopped forward, landing in a plush, silky bed that was about four times larger than any normal person needed. Large, soft pillows lined the top of the bed, a blushing lioness curled up next to them. The many-tailed kitsune had yet to fully adjust to the lavish lifestyle of royalty, but it was certainly getting easier to get used to. He reached forward, trailing fingers down against the queen's thigh, claws parting yellow fur.
He grins, sharp vulpine teeth glinting. "No need to be shy. You and your king knew the risks! You- and your kingdom- are mine by right of conquest." Her ears splay out, and heer muzzle dips, reminded of their failure. "But I'll make a deal with you. He's not gone yet. If you let make take you, and you manage not to cum once... I'll turn him back and leave." It was a simple offer, but one that was dripping with malicious intentions.
Still- for a woman with no other options, it was easy to latch on to a glimmer of hope She looked to the blue-furred kitsune for the first time, trembling as her eyes ran down his trim, feminine chest, towards the pink spire of hooded meat that stood achingly from his loins. Jalle grabbed her hand and led it to that throbbing length, wrapping her fingers around it, just under his tip, guiding her to pull down his soft, wrinkled foreskin to expose the vestiges of a leonine face.
Bumps resembling half-cups of lion ears were on either side of the tip, a slight triangular indentation just above the wet, leaking cumslit. Bumps and barbs that ever-so-slightly resembled a mane ringed the otherwise human-looking tip. Her husband, barely recognizable, had been fading more and more over the last week. But she had her chance to save him, and her kingdom, if she could just make it through some sex.
"I... I accept your terms," she stated, as evenly and calmly as she could. With her consent gained, Jalle had little reason to hold himself back. He could have simply forced himself upon her, but taking his time and getting her to agree brought about more satisfying results in the end. The fox was short, shorter even than the girl his hands reached for, but the lioness rolled over with ease as he put her on her back.
His sharp, pointed muzzle sniffed above her naked body, taking in her breasts, which rolled towards either side of her body, nipples soft. They grew firmer as his thumbs ran over them, Jalle's muzzle dipping towards her neck to nip at the fur there, while grinding his erection against her thighs, the soft slip of her sex running against his shaft.
The king rose above her belly, getting pulled back by the fox's hips while he touched and explored her, the lioness slowly warming to his advances. The folds of her sex gre damp as the moments passedd, leaving slight streaks of wetness along the fox's cock, and son, Jalle was ready to move to the next step. He rose on his knees, grasped her legs, and lifted them up to squish her thighs together, creating a nice visual of her plump pussy, sticking out from her thighs. He bended those legs forward, and lifted his hips, prick preparing for entry!
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The king felt like he was boiling. Heat radiated out from his core, and his face was constantly smothered in a sticky, clammy chokehold. The times where the pink veil was pulled back and he could feel the wash of cool air on his head were few and far between. Every second or so he throbbed, jerking in place, unable to move as his body reacted against his will.
Anger simmered in the background of his thoughts and feelings, constantly threatening to run over, but the tactile pleasures were usually enough to break him from his thoughts. The fox had barely let him rest in what felt like weeks of stroking and tweaking. He had lost his legs and arms, Jalle whittling down his defensives and sense or action he could call his own, until all that remained was the fox's cock.
He had lost his sense of smell, his sight, his hearing, each of them fading away as his soft, white fur turned into hard flesh, only for each of them to return in their own twisted way. He could smell again, but the only scent was fox sweat and musk. He could see, but only went taken out of pants, and the foreskin that gripped his tip was pulled back. He could hear, but most words were mumbles from his point of view.
In the past few minutes, he had felt the fox grow aroused again, the burning desire to orgasm rising up in his gut. He saw his wife's worried face once more, for a brief moment, and then her luxurious fur against his sensitive skin. He knew what was coming, but he couldn't bear it. The fox was going to fuck his woman- with him.
Even when standing tall and strong, the foreskin of the fox didn't pull all the way back from his head, so he was forced to experience the curves and feel of his queen's body purely by touch, as the fox touched her. His rage at someone else on his queen was kept in check by the feeling of the fox's heavy sack squeezing, churning, sending a fresh load of pre running up his body and forcefully out of his mouth, the salty taste prominent as wet fluids ran out of the sticky foreskin. The king was soon pull back, body dangling free in the air, as a helpful pair of fingers came to tug down his sides.
His queen's succulent, prized cunt was inches away from him, lips wet and exposed, dripping with her arousal. Fond memories of playing with her, and filling that with his own member came to him, but it only made the situation worse. He knew he was only being shown this because Jalle wanted him to see it.
It came closer and closer, until his chin met her warm flesh, and a spike of arousal rushed through his body. Clear, sparkling pre jetted out from him to taint her with the fox's essence and scent. His senses tried to shiver in pleasure as the fox slid him further, until his leaky lips were kissing her soaked bead, but he wasn't in his own body any more.
He dipped down further, and stared down the pink tunnel, her lips gripping at the very tip of his rounded head. The foreskin was released, and bunched around his neck, but couldn't yet reclaim his dome. The pressure mounted as her tight hole resisted the pushing vulpine, the king's head squishing back against his firm center.
Suddenly, everything was dark and tight, slick walls gripping around his sensitive tip. He could feel the first couple of inches of himself were stuck inside her, the clenching walls squeezing in on him from all sides, with more and more of himself disappearing in by the moment.
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Jalle knew this would be easy as soon as his tip popped in. The way she mewled, hand briefly gripping at the back of his head before pulling away, ashamed. She couldn't help it. The lioness's cunt was tight around his shaft, the fox surely larger than her husband had been. She was wet, and it made sliding further in easy, though he wanted to relish the feeling
He had to show the king his new place, after all. Nothing more than a foot-long stick of fuckmeat, to be used to bring pleasure to the fox and whichever partner he was banging at the time. It was with great satisfaction that he bottomed out in her, bell-end tip smushing right against her cervix walls while his white nuts rested upon her cheeks. His shaft clenched and squeezed, letting loose a nice, wet splurt of his pre in her, and the lioness gasped.
He pulled back his soaked shaft slowly, until her squeezing canal quivered in fear or letting his tip leave, and smashed his way back in with a grunt. Wet plaps filled the air as he screwed, fluids dripping down and out of his conquest's snatch to stain the bed below. He set a quick pace, using about half of his length to quickly pummel any resistance out of her.
It was a losing battle for the queen- the fox had more than enough stamina to outlast her, and soon enough, both of them were nearing their peaks.
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The king, however, had known nothing but his wife's cunt for minutes, the ribbed flesh bringing him to pleasure he had never known. The desire to cum was hard to resist, with how it grew each time his steely body plunged into her. At first, she seemed to grow looser, easier to to go in and out of, but as time dragged on and the king was consumed with the thought of orgasm, her tunnel was clenching him tight each time he withdrew.
The fox above had swapped to quick, short thrusts, repeatedly ramming him in and he could feel the walls around him squeeze rhythmically, until the fleshed gripped him tighter than ever. He could feel the orgasm coming, the hot cum of the fox rushing up his body. Something deep inside told him that if this finished, he'd never return to what he was before.
He tried to hold the tide back, the rush contained in his throat, but the grinding and rubbing of the bodies moving around him, slick inner walls rubbing against his sensitive head, removing any final bump or hint that he was anything but cock, won over in the end. As his queen squeezed around him in orgasm, his body pulsed, letting loose a deluge of fertile fox spunk, filling her with the seed of another man.
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Jalle rode his orgasm out, giving a few final thrusts as cum poured out from him. The lioness's hand was tangled in his hair, her moan echoing in his ears as Jalle finished inside her. Sweaty and exhausted, he pulled himself out, his pink shaft stained white with his thick, bubbling cum. A rounded and plain tip popped free, weakly shooting out the last of it's load as more pearly-white cum ran from her stretched slit, kits surely taking root within. With a happy sigh, he turned and laid on his back, tugging his queen's head to his chest so they could rest.