If there was one thing Prince Silverthorn loved doing, it was wandering the halls of the palace at night. In the heart of the desert, the interior of the normally scorching wondrous palace was cold and dark, and the chill made him feel alive. He liked to walk the halls where the vast majority of the guards had slipped away to slumber in the servant's quarters, giving him some much-needed privacy; the daytime was often wrought with their presence and the weight of royal responsibility. It was nice to have some peace and quiet time to himself.

Or, well, he should have had that.

His quiet wandering in the halls was normally one of the few points of solace he had, but as he rounded the corner from the wing that he and his mother, the Queen of the kingdom, normally stayed in, he found himself face to face with the ruler in question. He was naturally stunned, but didn't have much of an opportunity to say anything before she spoke.

"My Prince...what are you doing out of your room so late at night?" She sounded concerned, her arms crossed over her front, barely covering her ample, heavy bosom. "You know your rest is good for you, especially at your age."

"I know..." The boy shifted on the spot, trying to avoid trailing his gaze down her front. The Queen had a habit of wearing very little even in front of her subjects, and that night was no different; she had on a see-through top of some description that hung from her shoulders via exquisitely thin silken cord, and around her waist sat a pinched band of cord holding a similar see-through fabric over her front, but he could so easily see just about everything beneath in the dim light. She had her jewellery on, of course, but she might as well have been naked.

"What's the matter, dear?" She asked him as she approached, and he shifted on the spot, trying to find the words as the overpowering scent of lavender and wildflowers hung in the air. He wasn't like her; he was only part skunk, though he might as well just be full wolf, for he didn't have the same scents around him as she did, nor did he have the physiology for it-- he was just a wolf with skunk markings.

"I just find the night time quiet and comforting," He admitted, unable to truly hide anything from her scrutinous gaze. "I feel as though I have so little time to myself, what with all the guards protecting my every limb..."

"I understand. It's for the good of your health and protection...but it can be stifling." She empathised, reaching out to cup his cheek, and the pre-teen, 12-year-old leant into her hand, appreciating her comfort. She dragged her hand upwards to brush through his hair, which was light and framed the sides of his face in a pompous bob of sorts, that curled at the ends. His pointed ears folded down on instinct when she rubbed between them, messing up his hair a little before smoothing it out.

"Do the stresses of the kingdom weigh on you so heavy?" She asked him, and he shook his head, watching as she trailed her hand down towards his chest, stroking somewhere between his lithe pecs. It was an odd touch, but not entirely uncommon from her...especially considering their previous escapades.

"Not entirely," He admitted. "There are stressors of their own, but...you handle the weight of the kingdom on your own shoulders, mother."

"That I do," She smiled at him. "And as ruler, and your mother...perhaps there are ways I can help to ease your burden."

It was clear what she was suggesting, and it wouldn't have been the first time-- despite that, the prince grew shy. He was used to her advances, and her nakedness, but that didn't mean he wasn't still sheepish about it. She sensed that in him, and it seemed to amuse her.

"Come." She invited him with a guiding hand, moving it down to snake it into his own hand when he raised it on instinct. He was a good deal shorter than her, around 4 feet in height, but that didn't seem to bother her. He nervously watched as she turned on the spot, having to lean back to avoid her white-haired ponytail from slapping him in the face by accident, before he allowed himself to be led down the hall, their movements accentuated by the gentle pad of their feet against sleek sandstone. They headed backwards into the wing where they normally slept, and young Prince Silverthorn knew exactly where they were going.

It didn't take long for them to get to her chamber, found at the end of the wing. She led him towards it with a gentle, guiding hand and he was receptive, if not a little resigned to what was going to happen. When they entered her bedchamber, which he'd seen many times before, both recently and in his youth, she quietly closed the door behind them. They'd have complete and utter privacy; there wasn't even a guard posted at the door, likely her own doing.

In the quiet confines of her room, the young prince began to understand her eagerness to coax him into her bedchambers; the heavy scent of wildflowers hung in the air and permeated through his senses, making him feel just a little bit foggy, all things considered. She must be in heat, and that became all the more obvious when she slowly turned to him, her hand holding his, and approached. She pressed the malleable softness of her breasts up towards his face, where he seemed to be the perfect height to be completely encapsulated within them, and with a light push she easily coaxed him towards the wall, where he was pinned between the sandstone and her body.

Lavendula didn't say a word to him initially, and instead lifted a hand to cup his face, forcing him to look up at her. In that moment he was drawn to her piercing emerald eyes and the same shaded lipstick that covered her puckering lips, and surprise crossed his features as she suddenly pressed her lips to his muzzle. He squirmed, though not defiantly, as she pressed a kiss to him and tilted her head to the side, briefly retracting her lips to kiss again. The pre-teen didn't do that well with kissing and was mostly inexperienced in the art of it, but that didn't mean he didn't try; he opened his muzzle to accept her and quivered when she pushed her tongue into his mouth, pressing it to his own.

A whimper escaped him, one of definitive apprehension but barely restrained desire, as she rolled her tongue around his and moaned against his lips, pressing herself closer to him. They parted her lips from his again to change the angle and once again swapped spit with his tongue, sending dizzying sparks and tingles up the boy's spine, his loins already growing turned on from a kiss alone. He hummed against her lips and she inevitably parted, a string hanging between them, and she bit her bottom lip as the prince lowered his head, pushing his face down between her breasts, shy and embarrassed from such a penetrating kiss. He moved his head to the side and nuzzled against her bosom, his hands moving to awkwardly hold around her slightly chubby stomach, where the flesh pinched beneath the tight loincloth bound around her waist. She withdrew one hand to grab at the see-through covering against her tits and a light pull was all it took to lift it up to allow him access to the flesh and fur beneath. Between her breasts, her deep lavender aroma was more potent than before, and he found himself drowning in it as she slipped her hands down her son's sides, tugging at the strings of his own pants, that cupped so perfectly around his young crotch and wrapped around to his behind.

With a simple pull, it came loose and dropped, and Prince Silverthorn's erection became clear; after all, how could he not get aroused with his mother's naked body pressed right in front of him? A tremble rippled through his young body as she brushed her digits to his rigid canine cock, sucking in a breath when her digits glided from base to tip. He was as big as ever; even at his young age, his knotted dick was a solid 8 inches or so, give or take. It twitched and throbbed from even just a subtle touch, and the boy trembled on the spot, doing his best to restrain the quiet groan that threatened to escape his muzzle.

Lavendula didn't have any intention of teasing him, at least not for long; her hands skirted down his slender form, touching across his chest and down to his hips as her body slowly but surely lowered, her head bowing inwards. Prince Silverthorn caught a flash of her bright green lipstick, matching her dazzling emerald eyes, before she passed over his cheek and down to his neck, where she kissed against his collarbone, giving him worship befitting royalty. The wolf hybrid clamped his mouth shut and turned rigid on the spot as she descended, his eyes lidding over with her doughy breasts brushed and pressed up against his crotch, snugly catching his cock between them. She descended just a little bit further, inevitably ending up on her knees, and the prince looked down just in time to see her bowing her head towards his rigid cock, her hands gliding down the length to hold it at the base.

The boy sucked in a breath, scrunching up his face as Lavendula deliberately breathed hot air against the tapering end of his cock, before she inevitably let him have what his body so desperately craved. She pursed her lips to the end of his member, rolling her tongue deliberately around that narrow tip before, with a quiet groan, she plunged her mouth down, the slick sound of her moistened lips gliding down his length bouncing around the air. It took everything within the pre-teen cub not to thrust up against her mouth, and he was too shy to even reach out to touch her whilst she had her way with him. His member throbbed wildly in her mouth, desperate and eager for more, and Prince Silverthorn's legs turned to jelly when she began to roll her tongue around, exploring every aching inch of his young length. 

She was so good at worshipping his cock, and it wasn't the first time she had done it either; these private sessions between them occurred every other week or so, and he had grown accustomed to her advances, though they often occurred during the day as opposed to at night. She had become a natural at tasting and exploring his twitching, knotted cock, coating every available inch of his length in spit so that her steadily growing movements of rising and falling upon his cock grew slick and easy, and she dutifully bowed to blow him. He sighed, closing his eyes and quietly relishing the sensations and feelings it brought, and he inevitably cast his gaze down to watch her, briefly stunned when he found she was looking right back. She slowly withdrew from his member, pulling all the way back until her lips popped free from the throbbing head, and with a smirk she danced her lips to the side, peppering kisses down his cock.

"Does this please you, my prince?" She asked him, and he opened his mouth for a moment before quickly closing it, his throat dry with the mere sight of his mother so eagerly exploring his length. He fervently nodded, nudging his hips against her awaiting lips, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and mischief. He didn't know what she had planned, but he was about to find out.

Slowly, Lavendula retreated, but not because she was changing her mind; instead, she slipped backwards and rose from her kneeling position, turning on the spot and daintily making her way towards her large, circular bed, draped in the finest silk with an expansive balcony to the side that offered a view of the kingdom below, a delightful breeze fluttering in through silken sheets. She slipped onto the bed, gliding with ease along the covers until her feet lifted from the floor. Just like she had with the prince, she deftly undid the loincloth clad around her body and adjusted briefly to release it from around her waist, tossing it to the floor without a second thought. For a moment the pre-teen hybrid just stood there and watched her, his cock bobbing up and down with his arousal, his knot keeping it all firm and ready for her. It wasn't that he was stunned, more that he was shy, and wanted some kind of direction. Thankfully, his mother was more than happy to oblige.

With a coaxing finger she encouraged him closer, her eyes lidding over as he shuffled across the room and approached, nervously brushing his hair down into the smooth, curved form it normally had, whilst his ears drooped to further emphasise his submissive nature. He watched as his mother laid on her side and grasped one of her cheeks, spreading her voluptuous ass in such a way that exposed her delicate, often used hole for him to stare at-- which he did, and with barely restrained earnest. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten to taste it for himself...and speaking of that, he could tell from her gaze what she wanted, and he followed his mother's silent demands willingly.

Prince Silverthorn quickly dropped to his knees, shuffling forward and closing the distance between them quickly as she lifted her legs to keep them out of the way, exposing herself even more along with that puffy, moist pussy that glistened in the light, something he so very much wanted to bury himself into-- all in good time, was probably what she was thinking. His hands reached out to cup around her malleable cheeks, one slipping around the bottom cheek as the other aided her hand on spreading her ass, just for a moment, before it slipped to the side and squeezed around the back of her thigh. He bowed his head, parting his muzzle, and buried himself into the crease between her ass cheeks without hesitation, the end of his muzzle and by extension his tongue immediately meeting with the sensitive flesh of her hole.

He could tell from the way she sucked in a breath and groaned with pleasure that it was what she'd wanted all along, and Prince Silverthorn had certainly been a willing recipient in serving his queen before; unlike her guards, he was a little inexperienced but made up for it in his passion. His tongue immediately went to work, circling around the clenching muscles of her hole as he darted and flicked, quickly slathering the flesh in spittle until it was slick and the sounds of his borderline-greedy rimming became audible, intermingled with his quiet huffs and moans that were muffled by that large, welcoming behind.

"That's it, my prince..." She mumbled feverishly, his chest rising and falling as Prince Silverthorn dutifully slathered and pursed at her asshole, trying to slide his tongue inside as best he could. He managed to squirm past the quivering spasming of her ring and his tongue delved, managing to only sink in an inch before he flicked it around and explored every inch of sensitive flesh within her, trying his best to both lube her up and please her. Lavendula couldn't help but push her ass back against his mouth, eager for him to get deeper, even if she knew he couldn't do much more than what he already was. He kept at it for some time, his tail wagging fervently to the sounds of her groans of delight and approval, until his jaw ached from the exertion of it all. His eyes were firmly closed as he tasted her, her thick heavy aroma clouding his senses and enveloping him completely.

Inevitably, however, he pulled back, if only because he didn't know how much longer he could last without getting to fuck her; pre-cum had dripped like a leaky faucet from the end of his tapering canine dick, and his balls ached with the need to cum. He raised himself into a standing position, his young frame somehow the perfect height to line himself up with her laid on the bed, and Lavendula's gaze seemed to indicate she was all four it, especially since she didn't make a complaint-- rather, she reached out, leaning up ever so slightly so that she could grab the length of his larger-than-average cock, stroking her fingers across the sensitive flesh for just a few seconds before guiding the length down towards her entrance, tugging to force the prince to push his hips forward until the tapering tip of his cock smeared around her spit-slickened behind, spreading pre-cum across the flesh. The pre-teen groaned, scrunching up his face as his cock throbbed in her grip before, without much encouragement from her, he started to push. He shuffled his feet forward, reaching out to curl a hand around the base of her bushy tail whilst the other hooked around the top of her thigh, and her guiding hand helped to steady his slick, slow entry.

Lavendula rolled her head back and sighed, a smile dancing across her lips as Prince Silverthorn made his way into her. He could feel the rhythmic squeezing of her canal gripping around every invading inch of his length, and he had to bite his lower muzzle to quieten the moans of pleasure that tried to claw their way out of his young muzzle; there was no denying the incredible pleasure he felt from her tight ass gripping around his cock, and despite his tired body, he yearned to lean over and just pump into her, but he was cautious, careful and shy. He slowly eased, sinking in inch by inch until his thick, bulbous knot pulsed greedily against her entrance, kissing with the taut muscle of her ring, yearning to slip inside. His thick, amply-sized cock did wonders on his mother's insides; there was only a thin barrier between her ass and her pussy, but the sheer girth of his cock was enough to stimulate her pussy as well as her ass at the same time. A shudder rolled through her and she returned a hand to her ass to spread her cheeks some more, allowing him closer access to her body whilst all the while the young prince was driven to lust by a combination of her intoxicating lavender aroma and the warm tightness of her behind.

He paused for a moment within her, nudging his hips forwards to knead his knot into her entrance before, with a sharp hiss, he pulled back and withdrew slightly, pulling back a handful of inches, before he pushed forwards again, grunting under his breath from the pleasure. He started in on a rhythm of thrusts, slow and measured, with his breathing lower and heavy. It didn't take long for the sounds of their sex to grow audible, for the pre-cum that oozed from the pre-teen's cock easily slickened up his thrusts along with the spit around his length, and it inevitably reached his knot, causing his full-length thrusts to slap against her ass. Each pump of his hips made his pleasure rise, but it was his mother's efforts to clench her muscles and wriggle against his thrusts that really heightened everything-- she knew just how to please him, what made him tick, and he was like putty in her hands, so easily guided into having sex with her. 

The more he thrust, the better it was for her; each pump of his hips brought her closer to her own release, her innards clamping down and milking his invading cock with every plunge of the prince's hips, which in turn stimulated the pre-teen boy even more. He rocked back and forth furiously, his fingers curling around her thigh, his hand tugging albeit gently on the base of her thick, curvy tail. He knew he was going to bust at any moment, and it was difficult to hold on; much as he wanted to bury within her, he had to inevitably slow down, if only a little, to ride out the pleasure and not finish too soon. It didn't matter how fast he went, however, for his mother loved it all the same, to the point where she started to huff and gasp with greater intensity, her chest rising and falling as her breathing quickened.

"Oh yes, that's...ooh, my prince...!" She bowed her head and groaned out with delight as her innards gripped down and squeezed in time with the flexing of her pussy, her lips quivering and winking in the air, slick with moisture, as she climaxed purely from anal stimulation. Prince Silverthorn didn't even know that was a thing, though he recalled he'd made it happen to her once or twice before. She gripped the bedsheets, huffing quietly under her breath as she rode out the ecstasy of her orgasm, but she was far from done; she shifted and rolled, swinging her leg up and over as Prince Silverthorn retracted his hands, unsure where to place them thereafter. The voluptuous female turned until she was spread-eagled on her back, showing herself off almost entirely for her son to ogle at, and she licked her lips as she watched his gaze rake up and down, looking from her breasts that sagged on either side, down to her spread legs and pussy, and his own cock fully embedded in her ass.

Slowly, the young pre-teen tried to work himself back into his thrusts with the new angle, his hands slipping around her thighs and cupping against her upper legs, but he realised pretty quickly that it just didn't feel the same as before; his passionate thrusts hit the mark, but his senses weren't as heightened, though perhaps they were dulled thanks to the slight edging of his member. Unbeknownst to his mother, he was already having plans for something else.

Lavendula rolled her head back and let him continue as he liked, her hands moving from the others to her chest, so that she could grope her own breasts and pinch at her perky nipples, stimulating herself further-- unlike the young prince, she had a lot more in her than just one orgasm, and if he kept up the way he did, she was sure she'd cum again, at least. However, something occurred that neither of them were expecting.

As the boy pulled back and thrust again, he slid just a little too far; the tip of his canine dick slipped past the lip of her clenching ring and bounced briefly in the air for barely a moment, and in that short span of time it twitched upwards, throbbing with desire and a need to cum. Prince Silverthorn hadn't even registered he had pulled out as he moved to thrust forward again, and both parties were met with surprise when the tip of his tapering cock somehow speared her pussy rather than her ass. Lavendula arched her back and let out a groan, but it wasn't one of discomfort nor annoyance, but of welcome delight. Even the young wolf/skunk hybrid couldn't help but to shudder from the slick, intoxicating warmth of her cunt.

He didn't need to apologise; they both knew it was what they truly wanted. He pushed into her and immediately began to speed up with renewed vigour, his breath coming out in sharp, heavy pants as his knot mashed against her moist entrance, sending the lewd sounds of their sex, the slaps and squishing 'plaps', bouncing around the room in a cacophonous rapture of intermingling carnal grunts and pleasured huffs. His aching need intensified quickly and the coiling pressure in his stomach grew heavier and heavier with each passing moment, and he could tell his mother was getting close to a second one almost immediately too.

The young boy let out a gasp and a sharp exhale as he felt himself pass the point of no return, and nothing could stop him from shoving forward, hissing through his gritted teeth as he plunged. His knot pressed dangerously to her entrance, pressing with as much force as his young body could manage, before he suddenly felt her clenching lips relax to greet him. Lavendula arched her body forward as she hooked her legs around her son's body, just in time for the sickening, wet pop to all but indicate the act of his knot slipping inside of her. He arched his back and lowered his gaze down to her as he felt the first spurt of cum shoot from the end of his member, followed by the sweet, ecstatic relief of his release.

With it quickly came clarity. He yanked back, another pop signifying his withdrawal, and he groaned with a mixture of dissatisfaction and pleasure as he rubbed the underside of his cock to her pussy, pushing himself upwards as his knot swelled. Another thick strand of cum shot out and splattered across her stomach, followed by another that arced much higher and up towards her breasts. The rest oozed and pooled around her body, trickling down between her tits of slipping off the sides of her slightly chubby stomach until her front was a mess of his virile pre-teen load. His pulling out held merit; he didn't want to cum too much inside her, or at all, at risk of getting another brother or sister...though part of him was curious to know just how potent that first spurt was.

Lavendula flopped down, sighing with satisfaction; sad as it was that her son had pulled out, she had gotten to enjoy and experience a second climax all of her own. Her son wriggled out from her clenching ankles and flopped down beside her, panting tiredly from the exertion of sex. Lavendula reached out to stroke his hair for a moment, smiling to herself.

"Thank you for indulging me, darling." She murmured, and her son merely huffed, rolling his head to the side. She could tell he was tired. Honestly, so was she.

The two of them fell asleep right there, though there was no doubt they'd end up moving in their slumber and lie coupled in the bed until morning. This wouldn't be the last of their late-night rendezvous, though Prince Silverthorn may hot realise how soon the next may come.