Being a member of the Royal Guard was no easy task; the job was difficult without discrimination.

Serif was able to handle the role better than most, and especially impressive to his comrades was the fact that he appeared to be, on the surface, an average human: though his strength and speed were of great renown for a common mortal, it didn’t change the fact that most people didn’t see past the surface of his skin and the kindness in his eyes.

“Turning in for the night already, Serif?”

An evening of drinks, mostly on the house, was a perk that the member of the Royal Guard partook in more often than they should have…but they tipped well, and they made sure to help keep the taverns quiet in the process of sharing a few pints of ale after a hard day’s work.

“Morning comes early,” Serif answered. “And there’s no sympathy for those who drink too much of the creature when the creatures come to have a drink of you.”

His wisdom around alcohol was just as much a point of renown, but legends existed of just how much he could consume without getting ill: the stories around how many pints of ale they’d seen him consume at once were the kind of thing that peasants regarded as fallacy, and fellow officers were constantly challenging him to a game of drink.

Many of those who claimed to have gone toe to toe with him and pint for pint couldn’t recall the details when the next day came, but somehow, Serif was always awake and ready when his next shift began…and the bartenders were afraid to ask where he was putting all the beer he drank.

That part, he’d claim was the same as anyone else, and his stomach and bladder were loaded by the time he decided to head for the barracks and call it a night.

**

Going to sleep on a stomach full of meat and wine was a pleasure that Serif didn’t take for granted, but there was something else to be said about the pain that came with waking up in the middle of the night and desperately needing to answer the call of nature.

“I get it…I g-get it,” he grumbled, rolling over in his cot and whispering to his own groin. “I should have taken care of you before I settled in…just gimme a minute, would you?”

Hopping down from his cot should have been a sign enough that something wasn’t quite right: his feet reached the floor so quickly that his height had to have dramatically increased from when he got in, but his mind was hazy and his only thought was on the relief he’d find down the hallway.

In the communal bathrooms of the guard’s barracks, officers could relieve themselves in rapid fashion and get back to their post, but in the middle of the night, they were dimly lit spaces, and the subtle reflection that Serif captured of himself in the sink wasn’t enough for him to glimpse what was going on.

It wasn’t until he was standing in front of the mirror, rinsing his paws and wiping the sleep from his eyes that he realized what the problem was…though the shape of his cock would have just as easily given it away, if he was paying any attention while he peed.

His stream was ending up far above the trough that he was aiming for, but he hadn’t been watching; sleepy as he was, he just assumed everything was normal, but looking into the mirror didn’t reveal a normal pair of eyes looking back at him.

He had to look down just to see himself, and only the broad, fluffy muscles of his chest were visible when his eyes adjusted to the darkness once more.

“Oh…f-fuck…not again!”

The ease with which Serif performed his duties as a member of the Royal Guard couldn’t be attributed to diligence and training alone: though he was a human in his ordinary form, he was born with the ability to transform into a werewolf, and the latent potential he was granted by that hiding transformation carried over into his mortal coil.

Even when there wasn’t a scrap of fur on him, he still had some of the superhuman strength and speed that made him so impressive in his other form, and even a sample of his fullest abilities were enough to put him beyond the reach of other human beings…but now that he was in a form that properly reflected what he could become, he was trying his best to return to a normal state.

“Calm down…g-gotta relax…focus, you idiot!”

He still wasn’t sure why he was so prone to transforming in his sleep, but it wouldn’t have been such a big deal, if his secret was out: because that part of his nature was still effectively hidden, letting other members of the Royal Guard know about his true identity would have been an utter disaster.

Humorous as it might have seemed from an outside perspective, the massive beast was trembling with genuine fear at the possibility of being caught, and no amount of self-discipline was enough to help him relax in such a tense moment.

If he didn’t contain himself, however, he’d never be able to change back…and knowing what the stakes were, he realized that standing in a public area was only hampering his chances of getting out of the situation unscathed.

His heightened senses were already making that feel like less of a possibility, when his ears twitched and turned to the sound of someone else stepping into the communal restroom.

Don’t say a word. Duck into the shadows and make a run for it.

The darkness of his fur was the only thing giving him a fighting chance at escaping unseen, but there were other members of the Royal Guard that wouldn’t have much, if any trouble seeing him in the darkness.

He didn’t bother stopping and waiting to see who had entered the restroom when he ducked behind the trough and ran past the other side on all fours, keeping his body low and his tail close.

“…Is someone there?”

It wasn’t close enough, but he wasn’t going to hesitate at the sound of anyone’s voice: if he could make it back to his cot before anyone rang out an alarm, he’d have the chance to get his body under control and act as though he’d been asleep the entire time, and that seemed a safer gamble than any other alternative…

…Until the person who saw him stepped out the entry of the restroom and started sprinting after him.

“Hey! Get back here!”

He bolted through the darkness in a sprint, moving faster on all fours than any other member of the guard could hope to move on just two legs. Dirt kicked up from his toes as he turned a sharp corner, leaving him in front of the guest quarters: these rooms were small, but the walls were thick and the beds were comfortable enough for him to rest upon, even for an hour or two.

How he could pull a door shut behind him without making a massive racket was beyond his understanding, and the fact that he’d picked one of the empty rooms was pure, dumb luck, but he made sure the front knob was locked before he slumped against the wall at the back of the cramped, stone room and sucked in a series of panting breaths.

The musty stench of the straw on the floor immediately filled his lungs and a sneeze sent everything back out; his pursuer wouldn’t have any trouble finding him, after that.

“I’m going to give you a chance to admit that you’re in there,” a voice declared, before a hefty thunk thunk rattled against the wood of the door. “And come out peacefully.”

Serif recognized the voice right away: a tall, righteous orc by the name of Leona, another member of the Royal Guard, was the one who had seen him on the way around the corner.

He knew he could trust her with a most of his secrets, but this one was more pressing than anything else they’d ever talked about before…and he’d just run away from her, prompting suspicions to creep into her usually kindly voice.

“Oh, I…u-uhm…sorry ma’am, I just woke up…what hour is it?” he put on his best, sleepy voice and hoped that there was any chance that Leona might buy the act.

She knocked that much harder on hearing a voice. “You’re a terrible faker. Whoever you are, I saw you run into this room…and you sure didn’t look like you’d have that kind of voice.”

“It’s, uh…it’s just this weird, new ale I was drinking at the tavern,” Serif built further and further on the lie, wrongfully thinking that he still had a way to talk himself to safety. “It does funny things to your voice!”

“How would you explain the tail that I saw going in through the door, then?”

Serif’s throat ran dry.

“You, uh…y-you must have thought of the blanket that you saw wrapped around my ankles,” he mentioned. “Probably looks a lot like a tail; it’s made with only the finest, natural furs!”

“So were you sleeping in here, or were you just running back from the tavern, wrapped up in a blanket…?”

He’d talked himself in a circle and jumped right down the hole that it formed in the process.

“Look, stranger…lying isn’t going to do you any good here. Just open the door and perhaps we can talk about a fate other than just throwing you in the dungeon?”

She banged on the door again, and when Serif didn’t come to open it for her, she started doing one of the things that orcs did best: she gave the handle of the door a firm, powerful twist, showing that she could rend it from the frame, if she were so inclined.

When she felt a massive thud against the other side, she pushed that much harder, but she found that she couldn’t budge the oak a single inch.

Whoever was hiding within the room was her equal at the very least, if not a good deal stronger…and she didn’t relish the idea of dealing with such a dangerous criminal on her own.

Sorry about this, Leona. I really don’t know if you’d understand…

WHUMP! Serif bucked against the door so forcefully that it threw the orc back to her rump, but she ignored the pain that seared up the middle of her spine.

She was pissed, and she made it known with another ram against the other side of the door, but not being able to budge it was making her that much angrier.

“Just give it a rest, will you? People are trying to sleep, and you’re gonna draw some seriously unwanted attention!”

Serif’s plea was his last hope: if Leona decided to go and send for other help, he’d never be able to explain himself.

“I am the unwanted attention, pal! Open the door now and I won’t have them beat your sorry arse while you’re hanging from the shackles!”

“…Okay.”

“What?”

“Okay, Leona. You can come in.”

The orc cocked a brow. “How the hell do you know my name? Is this some sort of joke?”

She stepped back slightly from the door as it started to creak open, her palm hovering over the handle of her blade…but as she stepped through, she lost the courage and will to draw it, in the face of her potential opponent.

Standing over six feet tall, addled with the muscle she built in her line of work and the scars that she’d earned in her time of employ, Leona was an intimidating character to anyone, and especially to those who knew her.

To see a werewolf standing another two feet taller than she was, riddled with so much muscle that she felt closer to a dwarf than an orc…that was enough to take the wind out of almost anyone’s sails.

“Don’t…d-don’t freak out, okay?” he asked, knowing that it would prove a difficult task for the orc. The thick, full shade of green in her flesh was turning slightly pale; he needed to act faster than he was. “You can’t tell anyone about this, but…it’s me, Leona…it’s Serif.”

They weren’t such common names that Leona thought someone could have picked them up in passing and thrown them around with such practiced pronunciation.

“You are…y-you are not Serif,” she countered, though she was already struggling to question the mannerisms in his voice. The pitch was different; that much was to be expected, but there was something in the presentation of his statement that felt very akin to the way her brother-in-arms would have talked. “If you truly are, come into the light and let me get a better look at you!”

He hadn’t seen anyone else standing around the guest quarters when he ran in. As far as he was concerned, it was safe enough to come through the doorway and reveal a bit more of himself to her, but in doing so, he had to squat down just so he could fit through the doorway.

Shoulders still had to come in a little tighter as he pushed through, taking great care not to step on Leona in the process…but with just a little light flooding into the courtyard that evening, she could see the massive creature standing above her with no look of bloodlust in its eyes.

If anything, there was confusion and fear about him, as if being seen in this manner was more dangerous to him than it was to anyone else.

“It just can’t be,” she whispered, having to cock her head back to look up and capture the golden weight of his stare. “You…y-you’re really who you say you are?”

Serif nodded. “I’d be glad to offer you more proof, had I anymore to give, but…short of waiting for you to go check my cot so you can confirm I’m not ther-

“No, no…I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Leona mentioned, letting her eyes drift from Serif’s own. “Whether in skin or in fur, you…you really are quite the specimen, aren’t you?”

The tone of her voice was such that Serif wasn’t sure what she was commenting on, but he did his best just to smile in response, tough as that could be with a muzzle. “What, uh…”

“What do I mean?”

“That.”

“I’ve fought alongside plenty of werewolves before, Serif, and none of them were as large as you are,” Leona explained, but she wasn’t looking him in the eye any longer. “Honestly, as…well, shall we say…endowed as you appear to be, you could be an alpha.”

“Huh…I’d always figured that this was the kinda size that all werewolves are,” Serif confessed. “But then, I’ve never really been around any others, if I’m being honest…”

“So you weren’t bitten?”

“Nope. I’ve been dealing with this my whole life, far as I can remember…”

“You’ve done a great job of hiding it, then.”

Serif managed a chuckle, despite the nerves he felt. “When you’ve been living with it for such a long time, you learn who you can share the secret with, but…y-yeah. I’ve learned to hide it from just about everyone; people tend to freak out when they see me like this.”

A small pause took the air, and as Leona gazed back up at Serif, he blinked a confused, hollow blink.

“Speaking of, you…y-you don’t seem to freaking out about this. Like…at all.”

“Well, of course not! Now that I know that it’s you, I don’t have anything to worry about,” she explained. “And even if I didn’t know who you were, well…I’m a member of the Royal Guard for a reason. I’ve fought alongside all manner of creatures before: big, small, thick, thin, freaky, and everything between.”

“Hopefully I don’t fit all of those descriptors for you,” Serif cut in, concerned with how Leona might have felt about his appearance…but she hadn’t stopped grinning since she caught sight of him.

“No, you…you’re actually quite the handsome looking beast, Serif.”

That, however, was beyond his expectations.

“Not that you weren’t stacked when you weren’t covered in fur, but you were never packing this kind of muscle before,” Leona mentioned, stepping right past the side of the beast and brushing her fingertips through the plentiful fluff along his arm. “It’s every bit as firm and thick as the armor we wear…these muscles would prove a genuine asset in battle, and yet, your fur…it’s so delicate to the touch that it’s soothing.”

As she moved around his backside, she noticed his tail reflecting his nerves and flattening toward his bare rump, but a tender, petting stroke down his spine brought a fresh lift, and even the tiniest of wags to his tail, encouraging him to relax.

“Just let me know if something I do ends up hurting you,” she continued. “Not that I think anything could hurt you in this state, but…having fought alongside a few werewolves before, I’ve never had the chance to actually look at one up close, like this.”

Coming around his other side, Leona was surprised to watch Serif whirl around the other way, his body swishing right past her in the darkness and leaving her to face his back once more.

“…What gives?”

“Oh, I thought…I thought you were still inspecting me,” Serif explained. “I’m sure there was something you missed back there!”

For the love of all that’s holy, please…calm down, body. Now is not the time for this!

All the training in the world wouldn’t have made a difference: his body couldn’t help the natural reaction to such gentle, soothing touches.

He was, after all, a canine…and when someone found just the right spot on his body, his reactions were beyond his control, so long as he remained in that form.

“Pretty sure I noticed everything back here that was worth noticing,” Leona claimed, though her fingertips never took a proper appreciation for his backside…and even a single, cupping touch against those bare cheeks was enough to make Serif leap forward. “Other than that, of course…and I’m glad you decided to bring it to my attention, but I’m sure there’s more to be seen on the other side.”

Serif knew he was done for if she managed to see what had happened, but from the end of his sheath, the warmth and weight of his cock was making an obvious appearance.

He went for the corner, but before he could actually pin himself to the wall, Leona slipped around him, stopping him from covering up the source of his shame.

“Leona, you…y-you need to stop this!” he warned her, and as she took the corner, he whipped around again, gently brushing her with his tail, inadvertently giving himself another silent thrill. “I dunno if I can…t-take much more of it!”

He was hoping to convey a greater sense of threat, but Leona was feeling too playful and curious to be put off.

Her smaller, nimble form was able to go right between his legs, and as she popped up on the other side, the tip of his full, throbbing cock bounced off her forehead.

“…Oh. So that’s why you didn’t want me touching you anymore…”

“It’s not my fault!” Serif argued right away, opting to cover his cheeks with his paws instead of the impressive weight of his manhood. “I tried to get you to stop, but you just kept going…and it…”

She picked him up right as he trailed off. “Felt really good?” she asked, though she had a silent answer that she’d take more sincerely than his spoken word. “It’s okay, Serif. I…I didn’t mean to rile you up this much, but I guess it is my fault…being a wolf, you can’t really help enjoying yourself when someone shows you a little affection.”

It helped to know that she was willing to take some of that blame on herself, but Serif was still flustered to have his full, dripping cock exposed to her that way, even when she stood up and respectfully looked him in the eye, rather than ogling it.

“If it’s okay with you, though…I…I’d really like to see it.”

There was no way for Serif to cover himself; in as much, he was grateful to Leona for having any sense of restraint, but if she were only to dip her gaze toward his thighs, she’d be able to gorge herself on the visual feast she was after.

“Trust me, you…y-you don’t want to see it,” Serif argued. “I know you probably think it’s fascinating or something, but you’re not missing anything.”

“You sure? I’ve been a sister in arms with plenty of werewolves, but…in all of those battles, I’ve never had a chance to actually sit and explore one of them like this,” Leona mentioned. “I don’t really want to miss my chance, but if you’re sure, I won’t pry any further.”

There was no denying the amorous aura that draped around Leona: she wore it about herself with all the pride and arrogance that she’d donned her armor before, but she stopped just short of flaunting it at Serif, leaving him to believe that she might be genuinely curious.

“…I…f-fine. Just don’t take forever looking it over, okay?”

Leona grinned, and the flash of her teeth was such that Serif already knew that she was going to take things a step too far; her eyes left his own and immediately drank in the warm, pinkish-red treat of his canine member, and with a closer look, she noticed he was only partially emerging from the end of his sheath.

“I don’t plan on taking forever, but I don’t plan on just looking it over, either,” Leona confessed. “If it’s too sensitive, I’ll stop, but…something tells me you’re gonna love this, Serif.”

When his paws came down from the edges of his bashful muzzle, he drank in the sight of his fellow guard wrapping her fingertips around the very tip of his member, exploring the curious, canine taper to the head and tracing her digits along the expanding, rounded flesh of the shaft.

For all the strength he’d ever shown in battle, all the presence he’d ever held over his enemies, and all the rumors of how indomitable he was…Serif felt as though he’d been defeated with a single pass of her palms, and on the stroke back toward herself, she was rewarded with a full, messy gush of precum, soaking her wrists.

“Okay, t-that…that’s enough for now, don’t you think?” Serif asked, but his efforts to reach for her hands were easily deflected.

Why do I feel like I can’t muster any effort? I know I’m stronger than she is right now, so why can’t I stop her?

He was nervous, and bashful to boot, but his body knew how badly he needed the attention, and it wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, even if his mind was too shy to accept Leona’s advances.

She couldn’t have guessed that such a tall, handsome werewolf would have any trouble finding partners to bed, but as she pushed down the shaft of his length once more and reached the weight of his sack, she was bewildered.

“Clearly, it isn’t,” she argued. “Do you…d-do you have any idea how heavy these are? I mean, you must, seeing how they’re attached to you, but…they feel so heavy, Serif…when was the last time you actually had a good, proper rut?”

Her palm cupped just one of his balls, and the mass of it was such that she could clutch it with all the same fullness that he would have been able to grip one of her breasts. Fondling the other revealed a similar weight and heft, and as she worked, she could hear a quiet, soothed growl escaping the very back of Serif’s throat.

The delightfully thick, canine sound was replaced by a needy groan as her fingertips clutched around the orb, exploring it more intimately and revealing just how long it had been since anyone had shown his most sensitive bodice any kind of attention.

“That’s…n-none of your…business…”

He was panting heavily before she turned her attention back to the shaft, but her exploration was yielding incredible results: the full flesh of his length was properly emerged from his sheath, and down the side of Leona’s cheek, a healthy dribble of precum was tickling her flesh.

“Feels like your cock disagrees with you,” she teased. She was giggling as she leaned herself back and watched a strand of precum pull away from her cheek, keeping her attached to the very tip of his member, even when she’d given it a momentary break. “Thing has a mind of its own, it seems…certainly large enough to, anyway.”

She had nothing but good things to say about his new form, but her greater appreciation for his manhood left Serif a bit too bashful to argue, and the pleasure granted by her touch was too great for him to combat, much less to ignore.

“This is…t-this is really magnificent, Serif,” she continued her verbal praise, but it was the physical treatment that kept Serif struggling to stay upright. Fingertips moved down the shaft again with the collected lubricant of his precum coating her skin, but when she reached the base again, she felt the impressive, intimidating thickness of his knot; the response to her touch was such a healthy gush of clear, eager fluid that it was starting to pool on the floor before her. “I’ve heard all kinds of rumors about canine bodies, but this is my first time actually seeing a knot…this…t-this would probably feel heavenly inside of me…”

They wouldn’t be the first comrades in the Royal Guard to fraternize in such an intimate way, but Serif wasn’t the kind to get into such an amorous situation without thinking it through.

Leona, on the other hand, wasn’t giving him a chance to think his decisions over…while giving his body just enough of a tease to keep it moving on its own accord.

“What if-

“What if what?” she interrupted, refusing to stay in front of his member any longer without cutting a full, happy trail through the precum on the end of his tool. Her tongue, even with a momentary glance, produced such bliss that she couldn’t keep up with the natural lubricant he produced…but she found it a proper delicacy to taste. “It’ll be a tight squeeze, but I’m sure I can handle this wonderful cock of yours, Serif…and frankly, you need to cum.”

“But what if s-someone hears?” he finally gave a voice to a very logical concern, but even admitting that, Leona kept her confident grin. “You’d have to answer for any noise complaints, and I…I’m not sure I can keep myself quiet like this!”

Her eyes shifted, just for a moment, to the sturdy door. “Well, the door is locked, so no one is gonna come barging in on us, and there’s no one in the rooms on either side of us…so if you’re really that loud, the whole courtyard is gonna have to deal with it…and frankly, they can do exactly that.”

Without a greater excuse than the sound of his own voice, Serif was running out of legs to stand on.

“You’re really intent on doing this, aren’t you?” he asked, the sound of resignation mingling with the pleasure in his voice. “You’re absolutely sure you can handle it?”

“Orcs don’t have a reputation for being sturdy for nothing.”

Leona’s confidence would have been arousing in any situation; Serif wished that they’d been able to come together under different circumstances, but now that she’d riled him up, he didn’t see the point in pretending to be chaste any longer.

He was bashful about his change, and he didn’t want to hurt her, but he had a feeling that she could back up her blustering talk just fine.

“And since you seem a little slow on the uptake,” she continued, “I’m saying you can go as hard on me as you want, Serif…you’re polite, but I can smell something predatory about you, too…”

The small bed in the room would be useless for Serif at his current size, but it made for a good place for Leona to step back and strip away the first layer of her armor: she didn’t want to drop it directly on the floor, but as she bent over the edge of it and shrugged away her breastplate and padding leather, she could see a fresh trickle of precum leaking from the canine’s member.

“I don’t want to lay with such an impressive beast if he isn’t going to act like one.”

That she was willing to make herself as vulnerable as he was came not just as a point of arousal, but a point of respect, to Serif. There was no secret transformation for Leona to share, but the full, supple curve of her breast coming free from the clutch of tight leathers and the firm, athletic shape of her rump being revealed were the closest thing that she could offer.

“You’re leaking so much…when was the last time you actually shared the company of a naked woman, Serif?”

She was still stepping out of her boots and coming closer as she spoke, but by the time she reached the twitching end of his length again, there wasn’t a scrap of clothing about her…and there was nothing Serif could do to pretend he wasn’t enjoying himself.

“I don’t really keep track of such things,” he confessed. “But memory would fail me right now, regardless…I’m not sure there’s enough blood flowing my brain to recall.”

He wanted to speak with greater passion than that: to tell her that she looked like a goddess among mortals, balancing such incredible strength and such beauty in a mortal coil.

Instead, that was the best he could offer, but it was enough to bring a quiet giggle from Leona’s lips.

“Whatever amount of time it’s been, then…it’s been much too long,” she theorized. “And your duties as a member of the Royal Guard are surely in jeopardy of being compromised if you can’t focus properly.”

“And what would you suggest we do about that?”

The temptation was strong, but Leona was able to resist a moment longer.

Licking her lips and taking a step back from his cock, instead, she took a seat on the edge of the bed and properly returned the favor to Serif’s nudity, allowing a subtle glisten of her arousal to catch his attention.

For everything she’d revealed to him thus far, he worried that he might achieve climax just at the glorious sight of her womanhood…but swallowing back his delight and prying his legs out of their ethereal shackles brought him a step closer, even before she gave the command.

“We pick up where we left off,” Leona recommended. “Bring that fucking cock over here…I’m not done kissing it yet.”

His next target was already revealed to him, but Serif wasn’t going to look the other way at Leona’s offer: he’d known only a single lash of her tongue to bring such bliss that he couldn’t help his curiosity, and when it lined up with her desires, he closed the gap with nervous excitement.

The dripping tip of his cock was settled right before her when he came to a stop; much as Leona would have been content to sit there and gaze upon it while it bathed her with a lazy stream of precum, she didn’t want to be completely self-indulgent.

For all of his troubles, Leona thought the least she could do was prove her skills in the bedroom to be on par with her skills on the battlefield.

“Such a magnificent secret you’ve been keeping from me,” Leona praise it once more, her lips moving with her words and tickling the end of his flesh with the warmth of her breath. “Do me a favor, Serif…and try not to keep anymore secrets from me, okay?”

Serif nodded, already trembling in anticipation of her touch. “O-okay, Leona…it’s a deal.”

“Good. Let’s kiss on it.”

Her lips widened around the trademark taper of his canine flesh, and a grin spread across them as she made herself familiar with his exotic flavor anew.

A full body shudder ran through Serif as he tried to keep his palms at his sides, but Leona wasn’t shocked at all when those massive paws flew to her shoulders and gripped her. His strength was such that she couldn’t hope to move from that spot, but there was nowhere else she wanted to be, right then.

“That’s one…w-way to kiss on it,” he answered, his mind so far taken out of the equation that he couldn’t come up with a better response. “Never would have fathomed you such a wonderful kisser, Leona, but…your lips are the gates of the heavens…”

Though there was literal royalty in their names, the members of the Royal Guard weren’t always so pleasant to each other, and they rarely spoke with such a sense of romanticism.

To hear such praise was finally enough to bring bashful warmth to the surface of Leona’s cheeks, but rather than finding words to answer her lover for the evening, she pushed on, past the tip of his already soaking member.

Every inch that she took stole another breath from the werewolf, but she found herself struggling for air all the same as she neared the midpoint of his shaft: widening, canine flesh was already a struggle for her to take, and her jaw ached from the adjustment, but she was determined to take things as far as she could.

With a trained throat, she held back her gag and bobbed her head slowly, moving slivers at a time, further and further down the already quivering tool.

“Leona…y-you…you’re so amazing at this…s-so skilled…”

He was trying to warn her about what might happen if she kept going, but she was the kind who took pleasure not just in being made love to, but in the process of making others happy: feeling his impressive cock throbbing against her tongue, the tremors in his digits as they clutched her shoulders over and over again…and that naughty little whimper of canine bliss that escaped his lips…

…She was utterly soaking the bed with her own arousal by the time Serif actually found the words to slow her down.

“Not yet, p-please,” Serif growled low and pushed his palms against her shoulders, forcing her to ease back with a long, dangling string of his mess dripping over her neck and into her cleavage. “If you’re going to go to such trouble for me, I…I don’t want to waste this moment.”

Shocked at how resilient he could be, but delighted with the experience all the same, Leona wiped some of the mess on the back of her hand and shook her head. “It’s no trouble at all if you want to pour some of that seed down my throat, Serif; goodness knows you’ve got enough saved up in there…and I was in desperate need of a midnight snack after my patrol.”

“I’m not sure you’d find that kind of snack to your liking, Leona.”

“Won’t know until I try, will I?”

Serif was distracted just long enough for her to grab the base of his shaft and hold it steady: he watched, locked in place with the onset of his orgasm as her mouth engulfed the tip once more and bucked rapidly on the shaft, spilling her spittle across the floor and even leaving his orbs with a hint of the excess juices.

The first touch was all it took to push him over the edge, but when he couldn’t find the words to warn her about the same, she just kept going…grinning with brimming confidence around her mouthful and swallowing reflexively when she felt that first, massive gush of cum splash against the back of her mouth.

“Wait, Leona…w-wait…I can’t…c-can’t stop it!” he growled, trying to mind the volume of his pleasures…but he couldn’t balance that with the stillness in his hips.

Trying to juggle those responsibilities left him holding none.

“Fuck…ah…ooohfuck…ahhhn!” his tone continued to shift through every passionate gasp, until something canine took hold and turned his voice closer to a howl of bliss.

Leona’s eyes widened twice: first for the volume of the seed that she was forced to contest with, and then again for the sound that echoed off the walls of the small, private quarters. The first one, she could manage with an impressive amount of skill, bucking her head slowly and swallowing with every moment that she could, but the latter, she couldn’t escape from…and even the subtle vibrations of his impassioned growl were able to tease her in such a tight enclosure.

It left a familiar buzzing in the pit of her womanhood as she worked her way through the ending of his orgasm, collecting mouthful after mouthful without letting a drop escape her lips.

“W-woah…you…y-you really managed to keep it all in?” Serif asked, unable to help his disbelief from escaping when his lungs found air once more. “That’s incredible…y-you’re so…s-so fucking good, Leona…”

Finally believing in the evidence he’d seen, he decided to trust Leona with the burden of his lust…and on the waning moments of his climax, he leaned over her skull and pumped at her mouth, stretching her lips a little wider and fucking her throat with only a sample of what he’d really be capable of if he embraced his canine strength.

If he put that much force into Leona’s neck, even she might find herself outmatched, but she’d done a masterful job of wearing Serif down; there was pride in her stare when she finally moved her head back, her tongue still painted white with his mess and her stomach just slightly distended by what she’d been forced to chug.

“Never gonna s-starve with y-you around me,” Leona teased. Her open palm patted her stomach, at first to tease him…but as she rubbed it, she could actually tell where she’d been slightly bloated by his mess. “Didn’t know you’d taste so wonderful, either…weren’t were just talking about how you wouldn’t keep anymore secrets from me, Serif?”

“That one was part of the original package,” Serif argued, but he still giggled when the orc let out a thick belch from her swallowing effort. “But after that one, I don’t think there will be any other secrets to uncover.”

“I certainly hope not,” Leona said. “And thanks to your time in the Royal Guard, your stamina is no secret…and I couldn’t be happier about that.”

“And why’s that?”

The orc was taking the lead with every step of the act, but now that she’d had a sample of the werewolf, she was intent on knowing more of him; she’d be glad to go back and suck him off again anytime, but her womanhood ached with need after such an arousing feat.

Standing up from the edge of the bed with a visible trickle of arousal easing down her thighs, she turned right around, spread her thighs apart, and offered up both of her entrances to the werewolf, pressing her face right into the covers and keeping her palms on the cheeks of her rump.

Despite everything she’d already done, there was still some disbelief in Serif as the orc pushed her ass back toward the underside of his shaft and eased the cheeks around either side of it.

“I’m still hungry,” Leona finally explained. “But I’m afraid my appetites have shifted…so get to it.”

The very last dribbling of his mess was pouring down the bottom of his cock as it rubbed between Leona’s full, thick cheeks, but she’d already called him out for one of his most admirable qualities.

Just as she expected, his cock continued to throb, and his momentary exhaustion was exactly that, leaving him ready to explore whichever passage he preferred.

“…And what about my hunger?”

Leona gazed back over her shoulder, disappointed to feel the pulsing weight of his flesh removed from her body…but a grip around the back of her thighs and the pressure of something warm, thick and wet against her womanhood erased that disappointment in a single pass.

His tongue was a perfect representation of his canine nature, dripping with spittle and settling wide enough to glide back and forth over the entirety of her womanhood.

“Never thought you could b-be so literal,” Leona teased, but her words were stifled as his tongue moved up, drenching the back of her thighs on the way to the full, curvy cheeks of her rump. As he clutched each one in his capable paws, she gripped the bedsheets with mirrored force and held on tight, wondering how many times she might be lucky enough to climax during their lengthy foreplay. “But if you’re so inclined, t-then…by all means, Serif…make a proper feast out of me…”

His tongue was slipping back and forth over the flesh of her rump with what seemed a lack of skill, at first, but the indirect spread of that warmth was building, and a trickle of his saliva was easing back down, teasing the pucker of her asshole without his ever actually touching it.

She quivered with delight to know that dripping heat, but her entire body locked up when his paws squeezed her ass and spread it a little wider; she was left to guess where his tongue would explore next, but he wasn’t going to keep her in the dark about such important details.

Just as she hoped, the tip of his tongue pushed against her soaking, pouted womanhood and eased right past her labia, slipping into the comfort of her vaginal walls with a simply greedy approach.

“That’s…t-that’s the way, Serif…show me where you want to bury that f-fucking bone of yours…let your tongue do the talking!”