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Regalia's status as noble mostly went unnoticed by his equals, not from lack of wealth or status, but his reluctance in flaunting any of it. His estate, short of being a palace but well beyond what the common folk could be expected to afford, was well removed from those who made sure to carve out the most expansive lawns so that their tremendous mansions could look all the more resplendent. His, meanwhile, was shrouded in forest. The trail leading into his property was without cobblestone, a departure from the neatly laid streets that wove through the rest of the landowners' countryside. His home was very rarely regarded by passersby, and that's how he liked it.

The quaint three story building, while modest by standards of his class, could still reflect some of the sway in his pocket. It was immense enough to give home to a small army of servants who served him as well as the many folk he shared his abode with. Uninterested in the frivolities of marriage, he was a staunch bachelor, and would remain so for as long as he lived. The insistence of his family to maintain the bloodline went unheeded. The responsibility to uphold the pride's lineage would fall on his brothers instead.

That's not to say his seed went unspread. Not even close. Those who shared his estate were women plucked from the far countryside, beautiful creatures of every class and species who would fit Regalia's great standards for beauty. Such an opportunity to live in leisure was seldom turned down. To be the concubine of a wealthy aristocrat was an honor reserved for daughters of powerful statesmen, not lowly farmgirls. Without a potential graft into political power, what did they have to offer him?

Quite simply, it was their wombs. Buried deep in the core of Regalia's brain was an unnaturally powerful desire to breed. He could fuck a woman stupid and ensure a child with the certainty of the sunset. His drives came sporadically and dramatically, never with warning. His gentlemanly countenance would turn agitated, then sour, then something short of furious as the great bounty of hormones in his loins would flush into overdrive. The comfort of a harlot would not satiate that ingrained need to sire a child. The woman would have to be fertile, able to bear his seed. That rabid drive would not ebb until the woman showed signs of pregnancy. He would go into a period of calm until the next inevitable swing into concupiscence.

Those heavy with child could find relief in the fact that he would not chuck them back into the dirt once the deed was done. They would stay with him and give birth, though that meant they were vulnerable to his next rampage. His concubines, of which there were seven, had a rotation to prevent excessive births. One woman would become pregnant and he would move up the line to the seventh. By the end of the rotation the first woman would have long ago given birth and become ready for his seed.

Such treatment, no matter how satisfying for his and their bodily needs, filled Regalia with a certain sense of guilt. He truly cared for these women and did not mean to pin their value squarely on their ability to bear children. Worse was his inability to be a present father to all of his children, a growing impossibility given their yearly increase in number. They were not the breeds acceptable by his family, not when they expected purebred lions to carry on the family lineage. The one lioness he did breed was not accepted given her lowly background.

Matters were growing worse with the deterioration of Regalia's condition. Periods of calm were growing shorter and his urges were growing more intense. It was not enough to fuck one woman and wait to see if her belly would grow. He would move on to the next and impregnate her too, before there was enough time for the soonest pregnant woman to be ready in time. Before long all seven women were carrying his offspring, and no matter how much he laid with them his urges would not cede. There had to be an eighth concubine.

Jezzine was the daughter of a farmer not far from where Regalia lived. She and her family, a proud pack of wolves, valued hard work and ensured that everyone did their fair share of it. Nobody on her farm went a day without adding a layer of callous to their paws. A life of luxury was foreign to them all, though they never went hungry thanks to such an ardent work ethic.

Then one of Regalia's servants came to their property. He'd seen the wolf and thought her pretty. A knock on the door and a polite introduction later, Jezzine was on her way to Regalia's estate. Such an unexpected but welcome elevation into high society could not be turned down. With a promise that she could visit her family any time she set off, eager to meet and serve this Regalia fellow.

Putting a quick damper on her excitement was the sight of so many pregnant women at the estate. Though they all lived in luxury, they were also in various stages of gestation; there were those with hardly any bump to their bellies to those ready to pop. They sang Regalia's praises, assuring Jezzine with a friendly pat on her paw that he was a real gentleman. They complemented her looks and figure. Regalia liked his women plump and robust, qualities Jezzine displayed with tremendous bosom and hips. Surely he would treat such a fetching woman as her kindly.

Jezzine had mixed feelings. She could surely appreciate the man's charity, but was bearing the brunt of his sexual urges and carrying his children worth it? She spent the first few days in the home without even meeting the man, he was so reclusive. Portraits of his handsome visage could be seen in the hallways, but she dwelled on how much he had aged since they were painted. There was the image of a crotchety old man, his whiskers and mane unkempt, a wrinkly face with milky eyes that twitched. From what her fellow concubines had described he was nothing like that, but every day she didn't see him her imagination would roam into territory much unkind to her anxiety.

At last she received word that Regalia was ready for her. An afternoon was spent prepping her for their evening together. A squad of maids dunked her in a steamy bubble bath to make her fur immaculate. Her nails were trimmed to perfection and her auburn hair was brushed into a flaxen cascade. At last she was put in a white silk nightgown. Given the activities she would partake in that night, it wouldn't have made sense to put her in anything too restrictive or expensive. Nevertheless, a matching corset was added to help blossom her breasts into an even greater shelf of soft fluff.

She was led to the Master chamber where Regalia slept and made love. Leading into it were mahogany double-doors intricately crafted with his family crest. Jezzine strode towards it down the hall, her ghostly nightgown floating about her ankles while her wild, reddish-brown wolf tail trailed behind her. The tip flicked anxiously. The corset was suffocating. Every twist of the hip brought an irritating scrape against the skin. Her breasts were spilling over the bust, and that was the biggest size they had. Far beneath that the nightgown clung to the matronly contours of her hips. The flanks of her haunches went beyond the breadth of her shoulders, something she usually kept hidden with the modest dress of a farmgirl. Here she felt practically naked, the breeze chilling her skin.

Beatrix, a cheetah and fellow concubine, was guiding her down the hallway. She appeared much calmer than her novice counterpart, there being a year of experience on her shoulders. She was in the second trimester of her pregnancy, a small bump having appeared over her tummy. "You'll be fine," she assured Jezzine for perhaps the dozenth time that day alone. "Just do as he asks and he'll treat you like a queen. You've got a pretty face. I'm sure he'll do everything to make sure you're comfortable."

Said pretty face reflected a deep uncertainty. "I know. You've told me. I'm just... hoping that I'll perform."

Beatrix scoffed. "Darling, please. The most you'll have to do is go in there and take your clothes off for him. He'll do the rest."

That's exactly what I'm afraid of. Years of working on the farm had hopefully hardened Jezzine for the task ahead. She'd laid with men before. How different could this be? "OK," she said finally. "I'll go."

"Good to hear." Beatrix grabbed her shoulders and spun her towards the door. "Now go make us proud."

Jezzine was launched forward with a curt shove. The doors grew giant in front of her once she stopped, consuming all of her vision. She did a long exhale and pulled at her nightgown. Here we go. She placed her paws on the doors then gave them a mighty push. They swung open with a macabre groan. Before Jezzine was a dimly lit bedchamber. The windows were curtained off; softly crackling torches substituted the absent sunlight. A massive bed was on the wall opposite of her. From the canopy hung nebulous white curtains she could barely see through. A massive rug bearing the family crest embroidered in gold thread sprawled beneath her feet. She heard the doors creak and then slam shut behind her. She half expected to hear the dooming ker-clunk of a cast iron lock being shut.

Jezzine looked around, impressed by the room, but without seeing Regalia. He startled her with the sudden appearance of his voice, deep and sure. "Jezzine? Is that you?"

He asked like he knew her. She snapped upright, pointed ears going to attention. Her eyes darted around and still she did not see him. "Yes sir. I am Jezzine. I'm here to... service you."

There was the sound of furniture readjusting. She saw movement on the bed, behind the curtains. He was standing up from the edge of the mattress where he had been sitting, behind a bed column where she couldn't see him. He took one step forward and turned towards her. The two of them laid eyes on each other officially for the first time.

There was good news: he wasn't the mad codger she feared he would be. He wasn't much older than the portraits she had seen in the halls. The majesty she would expect in a noble lion such as himself was present in an impressive height and sturdy conduct. His coat of fur was a royal purple, lost somewhere in the region between violet and blue. In the relative dark of the bedroom his fur looked mysterious, its true hue not coming to life until one of the nearby torches would flare and illuminate him properly. His mane was full and long, though slightly disheveled. Amidst a heavy, chiseled face were tired eyes the color of sharp amber. On a canvas of such dark color they appeared like embers at night.

He looked her up and down, betraying neither approval nor disdain for what he saw. Jezzine was used to the scrutiny of men, but in such strange and personal circumstances she could not stop the nervous flick of her tail. She didn't realize it but her paws were in front of her tummy, her recently trimmed claws fidgeting slowly. Her overview of him was just as astute, noting the masculine jut of his chest as well as the intimidating, white glare of his claws. Jezzine was a wolf. She was not to show cowardice in the face of trepidation. She lowered her arms to her side and kept her chin upright.

"Sir Regalia," she said stoically. "I hope I'm to your liking. Your other ladies said I would be."

He was struck by her speech, if only because it came so suddenly. "Ah, absolutely. I do. You're gorgeous. I..." His eyes fell to her bosom. The front of his teeth sank into his lip. His claws kneaded into his paw pads. "I'm very pleased with what I see." His gaze returned to her. "Are you?"

She didn't expect to have much say in the matter, not when it was her job to please him. Fortunately she didn't need to dig for compliments. "You are very handsome. I've heard rumors of lions with your social status. I'm pleased to find out they are met and exceeded."

To her surprise, he smiled bashfully. "You're too kind. My only regret is having met you under such circumstances."

"What better could they be?"

A remorseful sigh. "I care not for these urges, these... demons that possess my loins." He placed his paws over his crotch. "I feel it burning now, the need to fuck. No, not just to fuck, but to breed. That primitive part of my mind drives me to burden women with my children until I am certain they are carrying it. Recently it has gotten worse, as you may have heard."

All too well. "I have."

"So forgive me that I must unleash it upon you. That is, if you're willing."

"I am. I was not forced here. I came on my own volition."

That seemed to comfort him. "Good, good. So did the others, or so they tell me."

"They tell me the same."

"Good, good. Ah..." He fidgeted his thumb against the back of his paw before he gestured to the bed. "Won't you join me?"

A knot formed in Jezzine's gut. "I will."

Regalia nodded. "Alright."

He turned back towards the bed and climbed on. Jezzine came after him, that weight of anticipation settling on her insides with greater and greater unease. She saw his leg vanish into the bed curtains, his fuzzied image sitting behind it like a mirage. He was looking at her, waiting to join him, his face censored by the wall of silk that separated them. She climbed onto the bed through the gap in the curtain, her knee sinking into the velvety red comforter that sat atop it. She found his expression as nervous as hers. His fists were balled atop his thighs, thumbs rolling subtly. His bright red pajamas matched the pillowy sheets they both knelt atop. It felt more like a consummation of two virgin newly weds than a pair of animals ready to mash sexes together.

Shattering that illusion was the sight of his erection grating against his pants, saddled across his hip like a weapon. The velveteen fabric of his pajamas clung to it tightly, offering Jezzine an accurate estimation of its size. It was impressive, fitting for the hunky man that wielded it. She could tell it was fully hard already, there being no slack or curve in its shape. Now she was balling her fists on her thighs too. Heat budded in her quim. A void formed with it, needing to be filled.

Regalia saw her looking at it. "Let me see you in your nature."

Her eyes snapped up at him. "Pardon?"

"Your nightgown," he said patiently but firmly. "Take it off."

"Right. Sorry."

"No need to apologize."

Jezzine pulled the bell of the nightgown out from beneath her knees and rolled it up her torso then off her head. Her heart thudded with the sensation of cool bedroom air breezing across her bare buttocks and loins. All that remained was her corset, something she eagerly reached behind to untie so that she could finally breathe unhindered. She pulled one string and the bindings unwound. Her breasts shoved the bust outward, throwing the flesh into a tremendous wobble. Before she took the corset off she took a deep inhale, happy to finally have some breathing room. It was removed finally, then set aside atop the nightgown.

She'd been naked with a man she intended to have carnal knowledge with before, but never in quarters so spacious. In front of Regalia she couldn't help but fold her arms in front of her tummy, just below her tremendous breasts. She could not bring herself to look at him directly, instead staring off into the distance where the pillows sat. Her expression remained calm, though her pulse was in a fury and her tail flicked behind her.

Regalia was just as excited, his penis performing an involuntary flex within his pajama pants. The tendons in his fists cracked when he clenched them. From the depths of his throat rumbled a barely-audible growl. Jezzine's ears picked up on it, causing them to flick backwards defensively. She was so beautiful, so robust, and there was so much of her. That primal core of his brain was alight, clawing its way out to the surface in the form of a raging erection and an added weight to his balls.

"You're beautiful," he grumbled, a true compliment made intimidating by the choke of his voice.

Jezzine's tail thumped on the mattress behind her. Heat flushed her cheeks. "Thank you." She met his gaze again and saw how intense it had become. Those fiery eyes of his could not linger on a single part of her for too long before finding another feature to ogle. Meanwhile, she was solely focused on the contour of his flared cock helmet as it tented his pants. "You're very handsome."

"Thank you." The words came automatically, more so from ingrained habit than a genuine expression of appreciation. The urge was building, heat having settled on his cheeks like they were in an oven. His paws came to his collar and he started unbuttoning his top. They went one by one, parting the red velvet to reveal a heavyset. Once the last button had fallen away he peeled the top down his arms, revealing the burly musculature that defined his torso.

Jezzine's tail was thumping behind her. That heat between her thighs was now an inferno. A mist of liquid arousal had bled from her flower, moistening the fine underbelly furs that surrounded it. Her mouth parted so that she could pant softly. Regalia knelt upright to sink his thumbs into the beltline of his pants and start taking them off. A buzz of excitement ran through her, fluffing out the fur on her tail and perking her nipples.

His manhood swung out in front of him with the pass of his waistband. Hard and heavy, it swayed several times before coming to a stop, aiming at her with all its arrogance and bravado. The shaft was choked with veins, each one looking as though it were on the verge of throbbing before her very eyes. Beneath it all hung an impressive purse, its leathery skin bowed to the shape of his o. His pecker resumed a teasing wobble to and fro as Regalia peeled his pants the rest of the way down his shins. Once off they were chucked backwards, far away from the bed. He knelt before her, legs wide open, the entirety of his potent masculinity on display.

He could spot her arousal as well as he could smell it. Her knees came together modestly while her paws continued to clench and knead in front of her belly. From her lap wafted the familiar scent of womanly heat, another catalyst to his escalating need to fuck her. His mane bristled and so did his whiskers. The tendons in his forearm bulged out with the balling of his fists, an attempt to contain himself. It was becoming more difficult with each passing second.

"Open your legs," he commanded.

The depth of his voice cut through her like a scythe. Trembling, she obeyed. At the center of her chalice were her womanly lips. Though mostly hidden underneath her, he saw enough of a glisten to know how wet she was. There was the drift of her scent across his nostrils. He was on the brink of a rampage, heart hammering, blood roaring in his ears. Something like fury made his jaws grit. His cock continued to rage, urging him to close the distance and breed her.

But he was still a gentleman. Before he would pounce, he asked her, "You can leave now, if you want. You don't have to do this."

It caught her off guard. "Why wouldn't I want to do this?"

"I don't want to make you do this." She could hear the strain in his voice.

Jezzine shook her head. "You're not making me do anything. I already told you that I came here because I wanted to."

He looked at her reluctantly. "You're sure?"

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I am."

He was quiet for a few seconds too. "Good."

Then he came after her. It was slow at first, like she would expect any man to approach. He crawled over on his fours, eyes fixed on her bosom, seemingly ready to reach out and fondle a breast. His paw came towards her, but he did not go for her tit. Instead it went past her head, to the back where he grabbed a fistful of her hair.

He pulled hard, yanking her head to the side and whipping her body towards the pillows. She felt her vertebrae bend inside her neck. The room blurred around her as she felt the world go light. She flew for only a few feet, landing on her side with a soft bounce on the mattress. It felt like she had been launched several yards. She scrambled onto her back, legs kicking wildly. Fear clawed at her chest, holding the breath in her lungs. He was coming after her, on his fours, jaws slack. Everything gentlemanly that had been in his demeanor was shattered by something much, much scarier.

He crawled over, paws grabbing her knees. He ripped them apart for full access to her cunt, now a humid swamp. Those pink petals of delicate girlflesh glistened at him, sighing an aroma that made his nostrils twitch and his mouth salivate. There was the demand to dive his cock or his snout into it, but his attention was drawn elsewhere. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly with the excited pants that almost had her hyperventilating. Her tits, sliding apart down the slopes of her curves, stared back at him with irises of rosy pink. The soft brown pool of underbelly fur they floated in invited him to dive into and cool his face.

Jezzine watched his lightning fast appraisal of her body, not knowing what he would do next. A wonderful mix of excitement and terror kept her throat in a vice and her quim alight. His paws sat atop her knees, forcing the legs apart. His penis hovered mere inches in front of her cavity, ready to plunge and make quick work of her fertility. Instead Regalia's face fell into her bosom, right between the double cushion of her breasts.

She could not stop from yelping her surprise. She'd thought he was going for her throat, so it came as both a great relief and a boon to her arousal when she felt him gnawing on her cleavage. A choked gasp blew through her mouth. He was so heavy, so forceful. That rack of iron-tight abs sat atop her tummy, crunching and flexing as he began squirming. Just the bottom of his stomach was on her crotch. The heat of their organs mingled for the first time, close, but still so far.

Regalia clamped his paws to her tits and closed them around his head. Lips snarled, he huffed and chewed at the solid plate of sternum he mushed his nose against. Hot breath flushed through her cleavage, blowing across her collar and neck. His bony fingers and their hellacious clawtips sank into her soft jugs. He kneaded and rolled them around, feeling their inner furs tickling the flanks of his snout. Saliva accumulated where he chewed on her, wetting both her fur and his chin.

Jezzine dared to watch, seeing his face mostly eclipsed by her tits, the top of his snout crinkled by his ferocious snarl. The sound of hungry growls and horny huffs rang out from her chest. His grip on her was so firm. Her nipples radiated joy at the scrape of his paw pads. She panted hard. Her face felt like it was in an oven. Clawing at the sheets she closed her eyes, craned her head back, and moaned towards the headboard.

"Huhhhhh... Oh God..." The heels of her feet scraped and squirmed against the comforter. Between the soft mattress below and the dense, haughty man above she felt trapped in a canyon of pure excitement and delight.

Suddenly his face came out from her bosom with a sharp gasp like a man out of water. His jaw was hung open with a terrible scowl that wrinkled his face. His muscular cat tail snaked in the air above his buttocks, careening one way and then the other. "Fuck," he growled. He scooted up on his knees, waggling that fat fuckstick over her crotch. Jezzine wasn't sure, but she thought it looked bigger than when he'd first exposed it to her. If not, it certainly looked bigger now that it leered towards her womanhood so threateningly.

He wasted no time. The first thrust sent his pole down into her, missing the broad trench of pink that desperately awaited his arrival. He growled, then cocked his hips back for another blind attempt. He glanced off the bottom corner of her vulva, sliding his tip dangerously close to her tail hole. Upon the third pull of his hips she wisely took hold of his pole. It filled her grasp perfectly, hot and stiff like stone left in the sun. She successfully aimed it at her womanhood and for the first time their intimates united in full.

He rocketed up her tunnel in one swift movement, down to the balls. His hips struck her with a meaty plap! Both of them threw their heads back and gasped. Jezzine's grip was draconian, white hot, complete from head to hilt. That void that had needed filling was now overflowing. There was a great spasm of her muscles, tiny and minute, yet felt by them both in stark detail.

She grabbed at his back, feeling the sturdy structure that powered his strength. "Oh God... Huhhh... Huhhh... Huhhh... Yes..."

A snort blew through his nose, followed by a growl. It was time to get things started. His ass reeled backwards, retracting his pillar from her stretched orifice until the lips swelled around the flare of his glans. From there a mighty clench of his buttocks rocketed him back forward. PLAP! The great reserve of womanly juices she'd produced leading to this moment squirted out from around his piston with a rude thhhp! Her grip around his back tightened. Another moan erupted from her jaws, now agape at their widest. She melted beneath him, all anxiety hammered out by that singular thrust.

There was a whole lot more coming.

He pulled back again to deliver another plunge, utilizing the entirety of his length and making her feel every epic inch of it. His rump would swing back and then return with the squeeze of his glutes. The flesh of their thighs rippled with each impact, Jezzine's more dramatically. Her legs, scissored over his back, bounced with the backwards throw of his ass. Her claws were out on his upper back, raking and pulling at the thick purple mane that enshrouded his head and neck. It bothered him none, not when the loving grip of her cunt superseded everything else.

Already she screamed. "HUHHHHH! OH YES! FUCK! HOHHHHHH! HUHHHHH! OH GOD! FUCK ME! YES! YES!"

His face was buried into her shoulder, his every grunt and snarl muffled by soft fur. Her singing was added encouragement, each bellow and wail fueling the speed and ferocity with which he fucked her. Beneath the bright passion that had burst into a forest fire and blinded him to everything else, he was able to appreciate the sound of her voice and the comfort of her body beyond the blissful grip of her pussy around his fuckstick.

Jezzine was able to appreciate him too, and much better than any other man she'd laid with. It came to a head with the arrival of her first orgasm, something never given to her by a man so quickly and so completely. That pleasure making her scream sailed into an explosion of colors and spasms so powerful that they could be seen making her bounce even underneath the assault of his loins. The many muscles lining her quim contracted and quivered, radiating through the fluff of her ass and thighs so that they jiggled. Lining the blur of Regalia's cock, still thrusting through her climax, was a sheen of milky cream, particles of which flew off his shaft and the balls slapping on the orgasmic aftermath now trailing down her taint.

The caterwaul he triggered brought about a steep rise in his own pleasure, now careening towards the finish. He sped up his thrusts, creating a storm of girl cum that flew off him in tiny flecks that landed on the sheets. THHHP! THHHP! THHHP! THHHP! THHHP! To the moment he came his thrusts came faster until the last slammed into her full depth.

"HRRRRRNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" His head rocketed back from her shoulder, teeth bared in a terrific grit. The floodgates burst with a single throb. The first rope slammed into the gate of her womb full tilt, flooding it with a clot of his seed. The rest of his load came in a steady beat of hearty throbs, spitting that molten love to her greater depths.

She was not finished recuperating from her orgasm when she felt his love beating into her. "Huhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She clawed and pulled at his mane, wordlessly begging for every drop that he could spare her. She was given every bit that singular climax had to offer. From between the seal of her lips around his throbbing cock muscle came ribbons of ivory that could not stay inside her once she was full to the brim.

Jezzine was out of it. Her head slumped back on the mattress, panting hard. Twitches and trembles continued to shake her inner thigh muscles as they fell from around his trunk lazily. Regalia was not so exhausted. Though his penis was going soft inside of her he began kissing and gnawing at the soft of her neck. Sharp whiffs sucked through his nostrils as he continued dining on her scent. He humped her a few times in an attempt to revive his dying erection.

Jezzine, once her cognizance was back, patted his back. "Hahhh... Easy now. Let things come back first."

He pulled off and knelt upright. He grabbed his limp pecker and unsheathed it from her, pulling the skin of her pussy lips with it before they fell together. In its wake was a slug of cum, raunchy and thickish. It glided down her taint, past her sensitive pink pucker. The smell hit Regalia like a punch to the nose, crinkling it. His jaw clenched harder. A growl rumbled out of him. He impatiently started rubbing his cock, squeezing out the last drip of ejaculate onto her battered pussy.

Jezzine noticed how bigger his cock looked now. It drooped under its weight much further than she thought it would when she first saw it. The purple tint of the shaft, smeared over with cum, was much darker. More veins had sprung to the surface. She reached out to hold curiously. Yes, it had gotten bigger. Its weight sat on her paw pad with its wet, turgid texture. His pulse hammered away, powering the next erection.

He grabbed her wrist and ripped it away from his crotch. She let out a surprised gasp as she was pulled by her arm and forced to roll over onto her stomach. Wobbling into place in front of him was her ass, giant and round. Each haunch jostled and bounced off each other as they came into place. The soft brown underbelly fur that covered her inner thighs ran up her crack. Flanking it and carpeting most of her haunches was that prettier auburn. Regalia yearned to see it closer. He grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her rump into the air. His paws sank into the doughy fluff so that he could pull them apart and see her two holes. One, clotted donut of pink just an inch above the slavering catastrophe of gnarled womanhood.

Her tailhole clenched as she felt his eyes drilling into it. She thought she felt exposed before. This was an entirely different monster. Her fingers closed around a hunk of sheet. Her whole body trembled. She wanted him to fuck her so badly. She backed up on him, smushing his rubberized cock between her cheeks. It fell down her crack, pressed up against her tailhole which she felt clench on contact. Her fluffy wolf tail was curled back into a womanly arch, the tan underfurs spiked outwards gaily. She grinded back on him, her hips twisting and gyrating so that his pole rolled with her crack. Swaddling him was a cushiony coffin of warmth and comfort that made his cock ache. Both of them wanted his cock to grow hard just as badly as one another.

He let out another growl as he took hold of her hips and started humping, urging his penis to get hard. It wasn't much longer until it was grating into her trench, held downward by the repeated grind of her ass. He pushed her off so that his cock could aim forward at the ready. He struggled with the fatigue of his previous orgasm, but it could be ignored for the passion now burning at its absolute hottest. He took hold of his erection and piled it onto her quim, splitting the gates with a squish and falling inside with a curt push.

Jezzine shuddered. "Huhhhh! Uhhhhhh..." She pushed back on him, drilling it as deep as it could go. Her buttocks flattened on his hips while she resumed rolling and twisting so that would knock into all her sweetspots. "Ohhhh... Mmmmm~"

Regalia appreciated it, but she was not in control. To be fair, neither was he. His grip on her waist tightened before he pulled back and slammed home the first thrust. A moan belted from her. His head lurched backwards to let out a groan towards the bed canopy. It came down with a huff and a snarl, the kickstart to another session of ardent fucking. He pushed on her body and threw his hips back to slam into her again. He repeated and repeated, pummeling her backside with a jackhammer that threatened to accordion her spine into itself.

Her back was in a nubile arc, neck bent so that her shiny hair spilled down her back. Guttural moans, hiccuped by his repeated impacts, bellowed from her open jaws. "Uhhhh-Uhhhh-Uhhh-Uhhh-Uhhh-" That blinding delight sapped her energy. Her arms folded out from beneath her until the side of her face was flat on the mattress. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, darkening the red sheet with her drool as she hollered across the bed.

BAP. BAP. BAP. BAP. BAP. BAP. BAP. BAP.

Through the chorus of wails and the percussive slam on her cheeks were the huffs and puffs that beat through Regalia's clenched teeth. There were deep, angry growls. Slobber drooped and flew from his snarled lips. He watched the blur of his cock shuttling in and out of her pussy which bowed out with every retreat. The sounds, both from her mouth and her cunt, drove him into a fury. He let out a brief roar, one that crackled across the bedroom like the boom of thunder.

Jezzine joined him with her own voice. "HUUUUHHHHHHHHHH YES! OH FUCK! HUHHH! OH GOD! HUHHH! HUHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHH-!" Another climax collided inside of her, letting loose another serving of cream along his cock. Her wails turned into a caterwaul, but even as her voice trailed off her orgasm was not complete. The continuous slam of his loins prolonged the bliss. Her quivering body could not stop as he transitioned her into a plateau of ecstasy so drunkening that her feminine screams turned deep and throaty.

And he wasn't even close to finishing. While her fluids whipped and slapped off his careening nuts he reached for her shoulders and grabbed onto them. His strokes became shorter, more rapid. BAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAP! Her voice trilled like a bird's. Her body rattled violently. She thought her face would sink into the mattress he was shoving her into it with so much power.

Another growl. "Haaaahhhhhhhh!" His second load was thundering forward, finally blowing out of him with a triumphant roar he directed at the ceiling. The thrusting came to a sudden stop, his hips once again gluing themselves to her ass, dimpling his butt cheeks. The hips bucked with each spurt of cum that he doused her with. Those hefty orbs dangling between his thighs contracted in their bag, giving almost all they had. Another round of swelling bloated his cock inside of her, intensifying the already Draconian grip with which she held him.

She came right alongside him, never having fully fallen off the one that preceded it. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. The entirety of her lower body quaked around him. That bounty of seed unloaded from his balls squelched out of her in bubbling tendrils, each one drooling to the soaked mattress beneath them.

The last spurt exited him, and he pulled out with a sigh. His cock, now monstrous in size and completely smothered in veins, fell out from her cunt limply. More of that precious white batter belched from her slit, adding to the sexual smorgasbord that had ruined the sheets. Her ass still twitched and quivered. She could sense nothing beyond the great afterglow that buzzed in her loins, rendering her stupid.

Jezzine slumped over on to her side. One paw slithered down her tummy, dipping her fingers into the hideous slop of glazed cunt between her thighs. She could feel his seed sliding out of her, past the buzzers he had triggered so brutishly. More trembles echoed through her leg muscles, something she didn't think would stop for some time.

"My God..." she muttered. "Incredible..."

Suddenly she felt his paw on her hips. She was shoved onto her back. He was kneeling between her legs again, that epic pole already hard, ready to lay siege to her womb again. The fur of his mane was flared out dramatically. His nostrils were flaring with each exhale. Everything gentlemanly about his veneer had been shattered. The beast was here, and he still wasn't done with her.

Jezzine couldn't have been happier. She traced her finger above her cunny and looked up at him saucily through the bangs that had fallen down her face. "You want more, big boy? Well, come and get it~"

So he did, for many more times that night. More of his cum was unloaded on her womb, even after the first had done the job. Of course, neither of them knew that, least of all the sex-crazy part of Regalia's mind. He fucked her every way he could, repeating a few of their previous positions. Amidst it all Jezzine suffered through a barrage of climaxes, each one adding another round of sloppy wetness to her crotch and the poor sheets below.

Regalia stopped eventually, but only when his ejaculations could no longer yield anything. From his lower stomach to the midpoint of his thighs his fur was flattened with cum, both his and hers. Jezzine was in a similar condition, her flower now gaped to its absolute, the muscles too weak to close completely. The entirety of his fecundity had been levied on her, and was currently working to create a child for them both.

The exhausted Regalia, doused in sweat and panting hard, passed out next to her. He fell flat on his face, out like a light. Jezzine was on her back, still lost in the cloud of dopamine courtesy of the latest climax. She sat up woozily and saw him blacked out next to her, snoring softly already. The bed reeked of their activities. She looked down and saw the atrocity that was her crotch. She laid a paw over her womb, no doubt in the process of fostering her first child.

Next she looked back at him. With the passion burned out of him she was reminded how handsome he was. With his lip flapping along the rattle of his snores he looked awfully cute. No, she wouldn't mind carrying this fellow's child at all. She laid down and cuddled up to him, touching her nose to his. A few moments later she was asleep, a smile on her face.

THE END