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Afterwards Sophie and her father have a heart to heart before she retires to her room. Though there is little relief or relaxation to be found there.", "writing": "The sun was high in the sky and warm on their bodies as the two girls strolled into the garden. Thankfully, they were not late as Sophie and Kresta spotted their respective families. Krenin was standing next to Magnus while Orema stood with her arm wrapped through her husband’s. Felnor and Theia were absent as was Elam, as he, like Inge, was required to participate in his own final preparations for the wedding. Prince Felnor and his wife Theia, were with Heidi and Andrei as the two couples supervised playtime between their children. Elana had taken the afternoon to rest while both wolf and dragon royal physicians examined both her and her unborn child’s health. The dragons were known to be expert healers, and the family was going to make as much use of their expertise as possible during their visit. \nThe two kings were joined by delegations of both humans and equines from the far eastern steppes; the tall bulky horse lords were imposing figures, especially dressed in their brightly colored robes. Sophie had never met one of them before, and her heart began to beat heavier and heavier within her chest as she approached, her father reaching out with his arm to gesture for her to come to him. The human delegation also wore long robes similar to the horsemen, though theirs were darker earth tones and maroon and focused more on intricate embroidery than flashy colors, many of them also wore a small cloak or overcoat. \n\n\n“Ah, let me present my youngest daughter, Sophie.” Her father said with a smile as her and Kresta approached. \n\n\n“And that would be MY youngest, Kresta.” Krenin piped up from behind his friend. \n\n\nMagnus continued speaking as he introduced his daughter to the two groups, gesturing first to one of the humans.\n\n\n “Sophie, this is Lord Emmet of the court of King Raymond III, his majesty's most senior advisor.” \n\n\nThe man was on the older side, with noticeable age lines upon his face, though he still possessed a full head of nut brown hair that was accompanied by a long bushy beard and a full mustache. \n\n\n “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your highness. Much has been said of your skill and intellect.” The old man said with a rich voice and a courtly accent, making a complete bow as he spoke to the young princess. \n\n\n Quickly, Sophie pushed the images of her prior adventure to the back of her head as she switched into a more proper and politically appropriate mindset before speaking her reply.\n\n\n “And I yours, I have no doubt that the young king will greatly benefit from your wisdom and experience as you guide him.” She said with a calm demeanor and a practiced smile, dipping her head in deference to the man.\n\n\n Emmet returned the smile, dipping his head in acknowledgement of the compliment before he turned to speak with Kresta as her father introduced her. Sophie knew that the man she had just spoken to was the de-facto ruler of the human kingdom, their king was a boy of no more than twelve, his father having succumbed to an infection he received in battle during the orc invasion. The loss had affected Magnus a great deal, as he and the boy’s father, Arnold IV, had been good friends since they were boys. Since his death, Lord Emmet had been seeing to matters while educating and preparing the boy for when he will eventually take power. Sophie remembered how there had been some talk briefly about her being married to him, as wolves and humans are capable of bearing children together. But the notion was quickly rendered moot as a human girl, closer to his age from a noble family was chosen instead, though the two were not to be married officially until they came of age.\n\n\n“And here Sophie, I’d like to present Kahl Bukha, leader of The Kahlmat Tribe, the most powerful of the Equine nations.” The large horseman lowered his head toward Sophie as Magnus spoke. \n\n\nThe Khal wore a black velvet robe with patches of gold embroidery adorning it with a bright orange sash tied around his waist. His pelt was jet black except for a spot of white on his forehead between his eyes. He was tall and broad shouldered, though the robes hid the full extent of his bulk. \n\n\n“It is an honor to finally meet one of your esteemed race,” Sophie spoke, continuing her political and polite tone. “I have heard of your efforts to finally reunite your peoples, after many years of hardship.” \n\n\n“Yes my lady,” The tribesman spoke in a deeply accented voice. “It has been a challenging path to take, but one which we gratefully undertake.” \n\n\n“Might I present my son, Nekum,” The Kahl said as he stood to one side, gesturing his arm as a noticeably younger male stepped forward, his robes were dark blue with silver trim around the neck and arm holes. He wore a black sash around his waist and a silver amulet hung from his neck bearing a symbol or rune of some kind, though Sophie didn’t recognize it.\n\n\nNekum was the same white and black as his father, only he possessed far more white upon his body than his father, with the contrasting black presenting in random patches over the parts of him that were visible outside of his robes. \n\n\n“It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Sophie. Your father speaks very highly of you.” The young man spoke in a delicate and kind tone. As the two made eye contact, Sophie noticed a soft gentleness in his features that took her off guard for a moment. \n\n\nWith a gentle motion, Nekum held out his hand in front of Sophie, as she placed her considerably smaller hand in his, the equine lifted it to his lips. With his velvety lips, the equine prince planted a soft and brief kiss upon the top of Sophie’s hand, looking the princess in the eye as he did so, before lowering his arm and letting it go. Sophie felt her heart flutter a bit as she noticed some of the other horsemen exchanging looks and winks with each other as the two continued to interact. \n\n\n“Would you care to walk with me after we eat? I’d much enjoy a tour of these magnificent gardens.” He continued, his eye contact never breaking. \n\n\nSophie nearly fumbled her words before she rapidly corrected her composure. \n\n\n“I’d like that very much, there certainly is much to see, a-and discuss.” the young wolf replied with a smile that was immediately returned. She hoped that neither he nor the party behind him had picked up on the slight flutter in her voice. \n\n\n“Ah! Here they come.” Krenin’s voice was interrupted as the small crowd turned to see the group of nobles advancing on the luncheon grounds. \n\n\n“I’ll come find you.” Nekum spoke one final time to Sophie as the royals and dignitaries prepared themselves for the onslaught. \n\n\nThe tables were covered in silver trays bearing light fare and refreshments, sandwiches and fruit, small cakes, cheese, crackers and cured meats. Sparkling wine was served by the diligent staff while gentle music played over the sounds of schmoozing between the highest end of the combined societies in attendance. The equine delegation proved to be exceedingly popular as nobles of the various other races sought their attention. While they ate and conversed, Sophie and Nekum exchanged glances and smiles whenever they could, as both of them looked forward to the time when they could escape into the labyrinthine pathways of the gardens. Sophie fielded endless questions regarding her sister and her feelings about the wedding. From their questions, she got the distinct impression that many of the nobles had assumed that the marriage was arranged by her father and Krenin, and that Inge was somehow opposed to the pairing. Sophie did her best to squash such thoughts as gently as possible, speaking with clear definition about her sister's deep, and true love for Elam, about how they met and shared correspondence for years before deciding to go along with Magnus’s idea of the two finally marrying.\n Most of the others just wanted to know if she was seeing anyone, and if she planned on getting married anytime soon. Some were even so bold as to drop not-so-subtle hints about males her age that they knew of, nephews, cousins, and even a couple of sons were all put up on offer for her. In her heart, Sophie wanted to just tell them off, that she’d find a partner when she felt like it, and that only true love would suffice. But of course, to say such things was out of the question, and so she answered with grace, telling them how she’d consider their generous offer and directed them to speak to her father about arranging a meeting. She knew full well that her father seldom took one on one meetings with nobles. The constant talking, fronting her emotions, and faking politeness eventually began to wear down the young wolf, and no number of the delicious little cakes or delicate sips of sparkling wine were going to improve things. \n\n\n“You’re doing great,” Her father whispered in her ear as she snuck one of the little sandwiches off the table. “That was well handled with the Kahl and his son, you made a good impression.” He continued. \n\n\n“I didn’t say anything that probably hasn’t been said to him before.” Sophie replied, her exhaustion evident in her voice. \n\n\n“No, but it meant a lot to him, coming from you, like I said, you made a good impression with him.” \n\n\n“Sophie, you noticed the way they looked at each other when you two spoke, they know that your hand is open, if the two of you get along, well…it doesn’t take a genius to figure out the next part.” \n\n\nThe young she-wolf looked at her father with a stunned look, her mind struggling to wrap itself around what her father was suggesting. \n\n\n“Are you trying to marry me off to the horse tribes!?” She hissed through clenched teeth loud enough for her father to hear her displeasure, but quiet enough to not alarm the guests. \n\n\nMagnus sighed and shook his head, putting his right hand up to signal his daughter to calm herself before he spoke again. \n\n\n“No, of course not. But it's no secret that Bukha has been looking for a suitable wife for Nekum, and we have been pursuing a closer relationship with the Kahlmat, just…keep that in mind in your dealings with him.” He said in a serious tone, his eyes lowered to meet his daughters, his expression firm.\n\n\nSophie knew that her father had been attempting to open up relations with the horses for some time, but differences in their two cultures and customs had slowed progress as the two sides gradually came to understand one another better. A marriage between Nekum and Sophie would permanently cement the two powers’ relationship.\n\n\n“If you wanted, the nobles are all distracted, now would be a good time.” Magnus continued in a lighter tone, pointing with his nose over at the young equine prince as he politely set an empty wine glass down upon the serving tray of one of the palace staff. \n\n\n“What do you want me to say to him?” Sophie asked as she faced her father. \n\n\n“Nothing in particular, just talk to him, show him around and try to make friends with him, see what he's about.” \n\n\nSophie could tell that her father wanted to say more, that there was something right on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t quite bring himself to say.\n\n\n“And that's all?” she pushed a little further. \n\n\nMagnus sighed, squinting his eyes.\n\n\n“Don’t take this the wrong way Sophie, but…the equine tribes have a, let's just say…different attitude towards the relations of men and women, and what is acceptable between them.” He said, looking away from his daughter. \n\n\n“What are you saying?” she asked, pressuring her father further. \n\n\n“Well…much like the dragons, the horses have a more…open attitude towards…intimacy… than we do. The way I understand it, equines view intimacy not only as normal, but as a sacred act between men and women, they celebrate it even.” \n\n\n“Are you asking me to have sex with-” \n\n\n“No no! Not like that!” Magnus said, cutting her off. “It's just that…if things go that way, which they might, be ready for it. We’ve told them that wolf women usually aren’t as…agreeable to such things as theirs, but like I said, he seems to like you and…” He trailed off. \n\n\n“So what should I do if things…go that way?” Sophie asked as Magnus let his sentence fade out. \n\n\nHer father pondered for a minute, sneaking glances over at Nekum before he replied. \n\n\n“Sophie, you’re 19, you’re old enough now to make your own decisions about this, but…” \n\n\n“But what?” \n\n\n“Well,” her father continued, clearly pained by what he was saying. \n\n\n“When it comes to the equines, a little romance might go a long way towards establishing a good political relationship. So if he makes a gentlemanly gesture, and you feel agreeable to it, it wouldn’t be a bad idea…just…be careful, don’t agree to anything or make any promises, just like you would with any other diplomat.” \n\n\nButterflies churned in Sophie’s belly, her face flushing pink at her father’s words, words she never thought she’d hear him say. \n\n\n“I see…well, in that case-” \n\n\nMagnus cut her off again. \n\n\n“I didn’t say you had to.” \n\n\n“I know, if he asks, and if I feel like it.” \n\n\n“Right.” \n\n\n“Right.” \n\n\nThere was an awkward silence between the two wolves as they stood next to the table. \n\n\n“Well, he’s alone.” Magnus said, gesturing at Nekum. \n\n\nSophie took a deep breath as her father quickly extracted himself into the company of the human ambassador who happened to be passing by with his wife at that moment. Quickly, Sophie centered herself, pushing her nerves down as she approached the tall horse. He was considerably smaller than his father on account of his teen age, but was still at least one head taller than Sophie. He wore a kind looking smile on his long face as Sophie approached, holding out his arm to allow the princess to loop hers through it as he escorted her away from the function and into the depths of the gardens. The gardens hummed with activity in the afternoon sun, bugs flew in between the endless mix of plants, and bees buzzed as they collected their nectar and spread pollen. Various sweet smells from blooming flowers filled both of their noses as they walked.\n\n\n“So, it looks like you ended up finding me.” Nekum said as he placed his hand gently atop Sophie’s arm. “I'm glad to finally be able to speak to you in private.” he continued, the dense shrubbery and tall trees surrounding them blocking out all sounds so that his voice was the only thing in Sophie’s ears. \n\n\n“Oh? I wasn't aware that you had taken that much notice of me.” Sophie replied, her arm still wrapped through his. \n\n\n“You sell yourself short, your highness,” the equine continued. “Your diplomat to our court told us a bit about each member of your family so that we may be better prepared upon our arrival.” \n\n\n“And what about me stood out to you? And please, just call me Sophie while we’re alone, I can’t stand pomp and circumstance at the best of times.” The young princess said with a gentle laugh as she prodded and set a casual mood simultaneously.\n\n\n“Well then, Sophie, you were described as intelligent and witty, with a well mannered demeanor and an independent attitude. I must admit, I find these attributes attractive in a woman.” Nekum looked down at the wolf with a confident smile. He was clearly no stranger to chatting up girls, and didn't show a hint of nerves while giving the princess these compliments. \n\n\n‘Doesn’t waste time this one’ Sophie mused as she found herself being flirted with.\n\n\n“The entire journey from our home to here, I looked forward to meeting you. You are quite captivating after all, I’d heard that most of your females are sticklers for protocol and decorum, especially with foreigners.”\n\n\nThe young wolf couldn’t help but smile to herself as he heard Nekum’s compliment\n\n\n“And what do you think now that you have laid your eyes upon me?” Sophie asked, bracing for the inevitable compliment followed by an embarrassed ‘but…’. \n\n\nNekum chuckled to himself for a moment as he skillfully planned out his next move in the verbal game of chess he found himself playing. The diplomats were correct when describing Sophie’s wit and intellect. In his experience, most women would already be flustered by now, but she was matching him step for step. \n\n\n‘She’d make a formidable queen this one…’ He thought to himself as he remembered his father’s instructions to get as close as he could to the unwed princess. \n\n\n“I think that my mind was not generous enough when it imagined your beauty,” he spoke, his words causing Sophie’s heart rate to immediately increase. \n\n\n“While it is of course true that you do not possess the same stature as your fellow wolves, that in no way detracts from your allure.”\n\n\nSophie felt a slight shiver run up her spine at his words. Never before had a man spoken to her in such a manner and meant it. \n\n\n“If only my own folks had the same attitude.” She replied, a note of sadness present in her voice as she continued. “Thank you for that Nekum, I rarely get to receive such sentiment.” \n\n\nThe prince remained silent for a moment as the pair continued to walk, his ears flicking and his nose twitching as he failed to contain his emotions, something that Sophie had picked up on. She moved to speak, but was cut off by Nekum’s words as he finally finished planning what he wanted to say. \n\n\n“Such insults towards a woman of your status would not be tolerated in our lands. How does your father allow such a thing?” Again, his attitude was not fully in check as the disgust and surprise was evident in his voice. \n\n\n“Oh, well he doesn’t, not really, in fact not long ago he nearly cut off a courtesan’s head for suggesting that I be wed to Elam instead of Inge since I was a ‘runt’ or some other nonsense” Sophie replied with a chuckle, eager to redeem the image of her father in Nekum’s eyes. \n\n\n“Hmm” he snorted, “An apt reaction to such vile words, but let’s not ruin our moods with talk of such things.” \n\n\n“Agreed.” Sophie said in a cheery tone, eager for the horse lord to remain in a good mood. \n\n\nBy now, the duo were deep within the maze of plants and shrubbery as their steps carried them towards a lovely area dominated by broad-leaved grape vines. Clumps of the delicious purple fruit hung all around them, and a bench sat nestled under an arbor, the leaves and hanging grapes providing ample shade in the dominant sun. The gentle burbling of a fountain joined the soft chorus of noise in the little grove as the two sat down on the bench, enjoying the shade provided by the grape leaves. \n\n\n“These gardens of yours are magnificent…” The young prince said in a low voice, more to himself than to Sophie, as he looked all around him at the verdant greenery. \n\n\n“Thank you, we’ve been cultivating them here for many years.” \n\n\n“You know, we have nothing like this where I come from. Our people were nomadic for most of our history, and even now that we’ve started to settle down, our lands are mostly grass and wildflowers.” Nekum reached above him for one of the many clusters of purple grapes that hung from the mature vines. \n\n\n“Are these…edible?” He asked as the bunch fell into his hand with the slightest tug. \n\n\n“Of course! This variety is quite delicious too, we make our own wine from them.” Sophie responded, her face beaming with pride as Nekum beheld the succulent fruit that now rested in his hands. \n\n\nSophie reached across her lap, plucking one of the grapes from the bundle, placing it in her mouth as she made eye contact with Nekum, closing them when she felt the juice of the bursting grape coat her tongue in its sweetness. As she chewed, she reopened her eyes, gazing back at the stout horse as he tried one for himself. There was a hint of trepidation as he ate the small fruit, though it immediately vanished upon tasting the ripe grape. Quickl,y another disappeared into his mouth, followed by a third. \n\n\n“My people have been missing out…” He said between mouthfuls with a laugh as he sarcastically lamented his culture’s lack of natural fruits. \n\n\n“Well, perhaps our head botanist wouldn’t mind parting with some seeds for you to take back.” \n\n\n“Heh, perhaps…They’ll have to instruct me on how to care for these strange plants…” Once more Nekum’s gaze wandered around as he continued to marvel at the dense, broad leaves. \n\n\nSophie opened her mouth to speak, intent on telling the horse prince that their head botanist would love nothing more than to teach him how to care for the grapes. Though before she could, Nekum spoke up, his voice changing to suit the intent behind what he was about to say. \n\n\n“Sophie, I…I must be honest with you…” \n\n\n‘Oh here it comes.’ she thought to herself, her body tensing with anticipation. \n\n\n“When I said that I found things about your character attractive, I did mean it, and when I said that you were beautiful far beyond what you or your people give you credit for, I meant that too.” \n\n\nSophie was paralyzed with nerves, she had known that their private moment might turn this way, but her naive and inexperienced mind still had not accepted it as a near inevitability. \n\n\n“I’m sure that you’ve heard about us and how we deal with such feelings…If you were a mare of my species, then well…we’d probably not have had such a lovely conversation today.” \n\n\nThe young wolf was puzzled by his statement, nearly blurting out a question as to why the conversation would not have been good when the true meaning of what he’d said had finally dawned on her. \n\n\n‘OH! He means that it would have been short because they’d already be…oh my…’ her mind raced as she pictured the scene in her head. \n\n\nNekum could see the realization spring into her mind by the change in facial expression. \n\n\n‘My, you really can read these wolves like a book.’ He mused to himself, noting the canine tendency to heavily express their emotions on their faces. \n\n\n“As it is, I’ve been told that wolven females are not as…agreeable to such things, and that it would be unwise to make such an approach; still, I feel that it would be a terrible shame not to offer myself to you.” The equine bowed his head as he finished speaking, clearly expecting to be rebuked by the girl. \n\n\n“Nekum, that might be true with other wolves, but…as our diplomats told you…I’m rather unique.” Sophie wore a gentle smile as she spoke, her face exuding a comforting expression. \n\n\n“Then…you aren’t offended?”. \n\n\n“Of course not, I know how our cultures differ here. But…understand that this would be no trivial thing for me, as it might be for you.” Sophie said with a hint of trepidation creeping into her voice as she realized the gravity of what she might be agreeing to.\n\n\nThe large equine paused, surprised at the way this conversation had gone, though he understood the subtle meaning in Sophie’s words. He knew that there was more to this than just a romp in the gardens, given the politics playing out between their families. \n\n\n“Sophie, I understand that there is more at play in our relationship than whatever emotions we may be feeling towards each other. But I want you to view this now as I do, as nothing more than a show of trust and good faith. In my culture, men and women share intimacy the way we do because we believe that our bodies are blessed with our differences so that we may better connect and bond with each other. To us, it is considered impossible for a male and female to share any kind of proper relationship without some form of intimacy. I want nothing more than for our peoples to grow closer, to share more of our cultures. I believe that could happen here, right now.” \n\n\nNekum delivered his monologue with a gentle smile and a warm expression. He held one of Sophie’s hands gently in his own as he spoke, making eye contact with the she-wolf to ensure she felt his honesty. \n\n\nSophie's anxiety melted away, her father’s words ringing in her ears as she cast off the last of her society’s imposed shackles and made the decision for herself. She leaned into the prince’s ear, her bottom coming off the bench as she strained to reach his height. \n\n\n“Then I’ll have you.” She whispered right into the cup of his ear. \n\n\n‘Perfect.’ Nekum thought to himself as relief flooded over him. \n\n\n“Here, just start slow…” He spoke in a low but confident voice that up until then Sophie had not heard, guiding her hand over towards his dark blue robes. \n\n\nNekum’s confidence rushed back into him, his heaps of prior experience working in his favor now that he’d gotten through her culture’s strict defenses. Wrapping his arm around the wolf’s waist, he brought her closer to him. His grip upon her wrist was not heavy, she could pull away if she desired, but it would have to be a deliberate action to break it. Sophie felt the gentle softness of the fabric and the warmth of his body heat as he slid her hand under the fold of his robes. \n\n\n“What do you think?” He asked with a smirk as he felt the wolf’s smaller hand grip his girthy manhood. \n\n\n“Woah…” Sophie’s voice let slip as she beheld the horse’s endowment, she’d witnessed the feral horse's mate, but didn’t think such size would translate over.\n\n\nWhile he wasn’t a one to one for a feral horse, his proportions to his body size were similar, and Sophie knew that there was no way that she could take such a thing. He wasn’t even erect, and it was already impressive. As she felt it twitch and start to grow in her grasp, the young woman’s trepidation began to return as her mind tried to work out a solution. \n\n\n“It's so big…I don’t know if I can…” Sophie’s voice was apologetic as she looked up at her new partner. \n\n\n“Don’t worry, you don’t have to have me there, crouch down in front of me, and you can use your mouth.”\n\n\nThough Nekum’s words were calm and collected, deep down a feeling of dread suddenly sank over him. He knew that Sophie was right, if he tried to fit himself inside her, then he’d surely hurt the girl. The taller, full size she-wolves he was confident could fit a man of his endowment, but Sophie would have extreme difficulty. As she lowered herself between his knees, he pondered if she’d be able to take a male of her own species. \n\n\n‘I know that I could get enough of myself in to get the job done, but that's not real love… And our foals are born big too, so even if I mated with her…giving birth might be too much for her body…and I know I could never forgive myself if that happened. Again, a full size she-wolf like her older sister could do it…But I couldn’t ask that of Sophie, and Heidi is heir to the throne and already wed with children of her own.’ \n\n\nSophie couldn’t read the equine’s internal troubles as she did what was told, sliding off the bench as Nekum spread his legs apart. His blue and silver robe fell between them as it worked to obscure his manhood. With her face between his knees, Nekum put his mind at rest and refocused on the moment, parting his robes to reveal his naked body beneath them. Sophie gulped at the sight, a sense of intimidation mounting as she beheld him. The rest of him lay against the back side of his robe as he sat on it. They were nearly the size of oranges and jet black in accordance with the large black patch on his groin. She could see that the bottom half of his penis, which was flopped against his thigh, was also black, though the top half was a gentle pink, the border of the two colors being wavy and uneven.\n\n\n“You, uh, might want to strip for this, there’s going to be a lot and I don’t want your clothes to get soiled.”\n\n\n“Oh, r-right…” Sophie stood back up, wasting no time in stripping out of her clothes, her eagerness to get going causing her to forget to show off at all to her new horse lover. \n\n\n“Just use your mouth on the tip and gently stroke with your hands.” Nekum softly commanded, observing and taking in any details of the wolf’s naked body that he could as she knelt back down. \n\n\nSophie took a deep sigh, steadying herself for what she was about to do when Nekum spoke up again, in a gentle and encouraging tone this time. \n\n\n“You’ll do fine.” \n\n\nSophie returned a brief smile before leaning her snout in, flipping the horse’s cock off his thigh, and lining it up with her mouth. \n\n\n‘Here goes…’ she thought as she opened her maw.\n\n\nThe moment the tip of Nekum’s penis touched the tip of her tongue was anticlimactic for the young wolf. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but it just tasted like skin tinged with a hint of sweat. \n\n\n‘This isn’t so bad…’ she mused in a relieved interior monologue as she wrapped her lips over the tip. \n\n\n“There you go, just suck on it as you move up and down, don’t be worried about shoving the whole thing down your throat, just take as much as you can manage.” \n\n\nNekum held Sophie’s face gently as she held the tip of his cock in her mouth, her tongue sliding along the bottom of it as she tried her best to work it. She could feel his erection building as she grasped his girth in her hands and gingerly stroked, her face moving farther and farther back as his arousal built. Following his guidance, she started to suck, drawing her snout back until his penis was almost out of her mouth before sinking back down again, taking more of his length each time. But as she gained more confidenc,e she soon discovered her limits as she felt the tip of his dick press against the back of her throat, her gag reflex forcing her to back off as the horse’s erection tried to make the turn down her throat. \n\n\n“Haha, that comes with experience.” He mused as he felt her try to force it down. \n\n\n“Hey…look at me.” He whispered in a sultry tone. \n\n\nAgain, Sophie obeyed, flicking her eyes up while her mouth continued to work. With her face forced down and her eyes looking up, the sight made Nekum’s heart flutter, the feeling of her soft mouth on his cock working him up and down caused him to melt into the bench. He’d had plenty of women perform oral on him before, women who could take him all the way down to the balls with ease, performing tricks with their tongue while they did so. But there was something about this encounter, the simple innocence of it all that worked for him. \n\n\n“See…I told you that you’d do fine…” He said through shaking breath as feelings of pleasure began to well up. \n\n\nSophie didn’t stop to respond, the sounds emanating from her mouth already signalled her response as she gulped and loudly sucked on his length. A stream of saliva ran down from her chin while she braced her hands on Nekum’s thighs for stability as her head bobbed up and down at a steady pace. Nekum leaned his head back, breaking eye contact as he enjoyed the sensations and sounds of Sophie’s first blowjob. Her smaller mouth was tight around his soft skin, the texture of her tongue and the inside of her jaws made for a wonderful experience that he knew he would miss upon the return to his homeland. \n\n\n‘I pray that trade routes open up because I need more of this…’ the equine mused to himself, giddy at the thought of easier access to wolf women. \n\n\nSophie had no time for such thoughts as her mind was singularly focused on the task at hand. She still wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, but the salty taste of precum coating her tongue told her that whatever it was, it was working. Though by now a soreness had begun to form in her jaws from the exertion of stuffing such a large cock in them, the constant suction didn’t help matters as the princess’s stamina began to drain. Her pace slowed as a result, until she just barely shifted her head up and down, gently sliding the slick horse cock against her tongue, pressing it to the roof of her mouth. Nekum could sense the fatigue in her, this was still her first time, and as such he was aware that he needed to temper his expectations. \n\n\n“You can take a break if you need to, and I can show you something else you can do.” \n\n\nThe words rang in Sophie’s ears as she was praying that he’d notice. With an audible pop, she released the tip of his cock, the erect member still hovered in front of her face, thoroughly coated and dripping in saliva. Sophie’s mouth hung open, her breathing heavy and her snout thoroughly soaked while the taste of his precum lingered. \n\n\n“Easy, easy, don’t wear yourself out.” He chuckled as he brushed her hair out of her eyes and cupped her cheek. \n\n\n“You did really well, but here, lean in some more.” \n\n\nSophie leaned her snout in. Nekum’s hand shifted to the back of her head as he guided her. \n\n\n“If you ever want a break, or just something else to do when giving a man pleasure like this, just play with these for a little bit.” \n\n\nShe was now face-to-face with those massive equine orbs, the shiny black skin glistening in the light filtering down from above. By now, she was unafraid, shooting the horse a glance before she leaned in the extra few inches and placed her nose in the middle of his hefty sack. The inhale was full of masculine scents, musky and virile, it sent a deep shiver up her spine as the scent hit her brain. It was heady and dominating, the wolf’s legs instinctively spreading, her tail wagging as a wetness soon began to spread across her groin. \n\n\n“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Nekum spoke in a sarcastic but sultry voice as he noticed Sophie’s reaction. He rather enjoyed the way her tail wagged, and she seemed to squat down lower as her legs opened with the experienced stallion knowing full well what was happening between them. \n\n\n‘I love the way their tails wag…I really need to marry one of them.’ His thoughts hummed as he basked in the pleasurable sensations.\n\n\nSophie merely nodded as she looked up at him, her nose still buried in the warmth of his balls. She took another deep inhale, closing her eyes as she held it in for a moment and let it back out against his soft skin. Once more, the horse leaned his head back, placing both of his hands behind his head as he felt her tongue flick out and grab a quick taste. \n\n\n“There you go…” he muttered as the rapid lick soon evolved into full-on lapping as she slathered his balls with her tongue. \n\n\nThey were too big for her to suck on, but it didn’t stop her from worshiping them as she coated the heavy orbs in her saliva, occasionally suckling on a bit of the loose skin. Her soreness was quickly forgotten as she drowned in his musk, her tail wagging so heavily that her rump wagged with it, all the while Nekum’s cock lay slapped against her face, signaling her submittance to the powerful equine lord. \n\n\n“Whenever you’re ready, you can go back.” There was no urgency in his voice, he was content to let her worship his balls, but he also knew that she’d be there all day if he let her. \n\n\n“Yeah…” It was the first words that Sophie had spoken since she began, though they sounded distant as her eyes remained focused on the bicolored penis in front of her. \n\n\nSliding her face along its length, she eventually came back to the head, the princess wasting no time in stuffing it to the back of her throat as she resumed bobbing up and down on it. The wolf’s jowls gripped with a pleasant tightness as Sophie pulled her snout back up, the flaps on either side of her snout providing an excellent seal for the suction that she was providing. With her returning to his cock, Nekum leaned his head back forward, filling his vision with the sultry sight of the she-wolf sucking his cock. The princess side-eyed him as she slid up and down his shaft; she could only fit about a third of it in her mouth, but her motions were enough to send bolts of pleasure shooting up the horse’s spine. Once more, the unapologetic sounds of a sloppy and passionate blowjob filled their ears as Sophie dropped her hands to the ground, her eyes rolling back as her throat relaxed. She still couldn’t take all of him, but as Nekum felt his dick bend in her throat, he knew it was over for him. \n\n\n“Oh! Oh fuuuuuu-” His face scrunched and his back arched as his ass lifted just barely off the seat. \n\n\nSophie’s eyes went wide, her mind snapping back to sanity as she felt the horse penis flare in her neck, blocking off air flow. In a slight panic, she tried to pull back as the first flood of semen poured into her. The hot jet shot down her throat with some of it flying back up to fill her mouth, spilling out from wherever her lips weren’t sealed around it. After the first heavy pulse, she was successful in withdrawing the cumming cock back into her mouth, though the ongoing flood of horse sperm did little to help her breathing situation. Nekum’s penis pulsed and jerked up and down as it sprayed wildly, the fat ropes of hot, sticky cum coating every surface in Sophie’s mouth until it spilled out, thoroughly coating her chest and belly in the process. She could feel it running between her legs, the slit of her cunt acting as a channel for the semen to run down as it eventually pooled underneath her. \nThe princess’s throat gulped and swallowed loudly as she tried to cope with the flow. Nekum’s body tensed, his face contorted as his orgasm hit its peak. His balls flexed in his sack as they emptied their contents into the young she-wolf’s mouth. Finally, the flow ebbed into gentle ropes that Sophie could manage. Her entire front was soaked, shining white with pearlescent horse jizz, the potent baby batter glazing her pussy as she knelt there in front of him, her throat working what it could down her gullet. As the last little spurt landed on her tongue, Sophie let the spent penis go, gulping down the last of his hot cum as she licked her lips clean. Her breathing was heavy as her mind worked to recenter itself and take in what she had just done. \n\n\n“N-not…not bad…for your first time.” Nekum chuckled as he leaned back against the bench, his dick shiny with wolf spit, a single strand of cum dangling from the sensitive tip.\n\n\n“Ugggh, it's EVERYWHERE!” Sophie exclaimed as she came back down to Earth. \n\n\n“You could have WARNED me!” She laughed as she spoke, looking down at her sperm soaked body in amazement. \n\n\n“Well, I did say it was going to be a lot.” Nekum chuckled in return, \n\n\n“I guess your women are used to it huh.” Sophie replied sarcastically..\n\n\n“Anyway, I gotta wash this off…” \n\n\n“Yeah…Sure” The spent equine remained where he was, his heart still racing from the powerful orgasm. \n\n\nNormally, the garden fountains were just for decoration, but Sophie saw no reason why they couldn’t serve two purposes. She’d gotten in trouble as a child for bathing in them before, but today there was little chance of being caught. The fountain itself was nestled into the shrubbery, almost totally concealed so that Sophie had to part some branches to gain access to it. The fixture was made up of a pool roughly eight feet across, on the far side of which was a statue of a naked she-wolf pouring a vase into the water. The excess spilled out of little divots in the sides of the pool and ran into the hedge row of plants to serve as a watering source. Sophie knew that somewhere there was a large switchboard of valves that controlled the water flow to these fountains that the gardeners could switch on or off depending on which area of the grounds needed watering. It was an ingenious way to make sure the plants were cared for while also providing additional beauty. \nBut today it was Sophie who needed watering as she stepped into the cold steam flowing from the sculpture. She had to get down on her knees to get all the way under it, but as her body adjusted to the chill, she got to work scrubbing herself clean of Nekum’s blessing. It was tough work as the thick ejaculate soaked its way deep into her fur. Thankfully, her summer coat was thinner than her winter one, which made things a fair bit easier. \n\n\n‘I can’t believe I just did that…’ she mused, her mind still pondering and processing things. \n\n\n‘I mean, father did give me his blessing but still…I can’t help but feel like I’m breaking the rules…again.’ \n\n\n“Sophie? Is everything alright?” Nekum’s voice sounded from the outside. \n\n\n“Uh, yeah, I’m fine!” She replied, turning her head to see his face poking through the leaves. \n\n\nIt was his first time getting a proper look at her naked form as she squatted in the water, her cheeks resting and slightly squishing against her heels, the sight revealed by her tail lifting at the sound of his voice. As she turned to face him, her nipples became visible, the tiny pink buds sat atop their modestly sized mounds.\n\n\n‘Heh, cute…’ Nekum thought to himself as he backed off, the sight etched into his mind forever. \n\n\n“You know that pose you’re doing would make for an excellent painting.” He declared the equine prince, only half jokingly. \n\n\n“Oh? Perhaps you should commission one then, while you’re here, our court has some excellent artists.” Sophie replied as she turned her attention back to her cum soaked fur. \n\n\n‘Is she joking? I can’t tell.’ The horse pondered, rubbing his mane as he continued observing her. \n\n\n“Seriously, ask your butler to put you in contact with one of the palace artists, tell him you want me in this fountain, and then later I’ll model the pose you want and he’ll send it to you with one of our couriers when it's finished.” The princess said in a casual but ultimately serious tone as she stood up out of the cascading water.\n\n\nNekum started to explain that he had only been joking, but as his eyes beheld the petite she-wolf’s wet tush as she stood up, he silenced himself and thanked her and promised to follow through with her offer. \n\n\n“Why don’t we walk around a bit while I dry off?” Sophie asked with a smile as she stepped out of the fountain, the she-wolf silently looked forward to seeing the blush on the artist's face as she posed for his brush.\n\n\n“Naked?” Nekum replied, his head cocked to one side in query and surprise. \n\n\n‘Feed her a bit of cock and now she’s all bold!’ He mused to himself, shaking his head slightly as he stepped off with the girl at his side. \n\n\nThe afternoon sun on her wet fur felt heavenly as Sophie stepped into the light, the soft grass under her paws, and the fresh air on her naked body worked to lift her spirits. A full body sunning, unobstructed by clothes, was a rare treat. \n\n\n‘You certainly are a unique woman Sophie.’ The horse lord thought to himself with a healthy smile on his face. \n\n\n The pair strolled through the winding paths, enjoying the lavish gardens and the warmth of the afternoon sun as Sophie’s fur gradually began to cool. Nekum held onto her clothes, his own robes once more tied around his waist as he took in the many sights, sounds, smells, and tastes the verdant gardens had to offer. He tried not to stare or wander behind the princess for too long lest he look untoward, but Nekum would have been lying if he’d said that he hadn’t been looking. But as the pair rounded one of the many corners in the snaking network of paths, each of their sets of sensitive ears began to pick up a series of unmistakable sounds. Sophie’s dark fur worked to obscure her blush as she heard the telltale sounds of sex coming from the trail ahead. Nekum chuckled to himself as he picked it up too. \n\n\n“Looks like someone else had the same idea.” Sophie joked under her breath as she peeked around the dense foliage of a bush. \n\n\n“Perhaps diplomacy between our peoples is progressing better than we thought.” Nekum replied with humor of his own. \n\n\nAs two sets of eyes peeked around the corner, their owners beheld the sight of a member of the equine delegation and two of the palace’s servant girls. \n\n\n‘Oh my…Vika and Leona!’ Sophie’s thoughts shouted as she observed the sight of the servants who had aided her and Kresta in the bath earlier. \n\n\n‘Damnit Bisra…’ Nekum cursed to himself as he recognized one of his father’s advisors.\n\n\nThe bay stallion had Leona bent over in front of a lush pear tree. The ripe fruit hung all around them and was scattered all over the ground at their feet. Vika crouched underneath Leona, her light colored snout tucked between the black furred she-wolf’s legs as she was pounded from behind. Bisra had his right hand on the girl’s hip and his other gripping the base of her tail as it was lifted like a flag. The combination of horse dick and her friend's tongue was having an obvious effect as her head was thrown back with desperate, feminine moans flying carelessly from her maw. \n\n\n“Why don’t we uh…give them some space…” Sophie whispered as she backed herself up, a sharp spank following her back as Bisra landed a heavy slap on Leona’s ass. \n\n\n“See, whoever said horses and wolves can’t get along?” Nekum joked once the pair had retreated out of earshot. \n\n\n“Pff, you should have brought some mares along to see if it goes both ways.” Sophie playfully retorted with a gentle shoulder nudge. \n\n\n“Heh, I’m sure our women would jump at the chance. I hope your wolf boys are up for it!” \n\n\n“Perhaps we’ll see someday soon.” Sophie replied in a hopeful voice as she felt that her fur was finally dry enough to slip back into her clothes. \n\n\nAs the pair emerged fully clothed from the labyrinthine gardens, the party had wound down to just the core members of the royal delegations. Sophie had her arm once more wrapped through Nekums as she allowed the stallion to escort her back to her father. Once more, each of them donned their political masks as they saw their respective fathers approaching. \n\n\n“Ah, Prince Nekum, I hope you found our gardens here to your liking.” Magnus said in a polite tone as Bukha stepped up next to the wolf King. \n\n\n“Indeed Your Majesty, they’ve exceeded my grandest expectations.” The young stallion replied in a similar tone as he rested his free left hand against Sophie’s arm still wrapped through his right. \n\n\n“And I hope the princess found my son’s company to be agreeable.” The imposing Kahl asked, the layers in his statement plain and obvious to the she-wolf. \n\n\n“Indeed, Kahl Bukha, your son is quite the gentleman.” \n\n\nThe pair of young royals turned their heads to look at each other, both of them sharing the same silent memory as they played this political game with their parents. The quiet moment was almost immediately interrupted by a hearty belly laugh from the older stallion, who slapped his palm down on his son’s shoulder. \n\n\n“Don’t I know it! He’s a good lad, this one! Any female would be lucky to have him. Now, Magnus, I think you are correct, perhaps a more formal visit is in order after all!” Sophie could smell the wine on the stallion's breath as he spoke, but his jovial attitude and apparent newfound openness made the wolf’s heart swell with pride. \n\n\nHer father gave her a knowing look of “I told you so” as the Khal led his son away by the shoulder. Sophie and Nekum shared one last knowing look before turning back to their respective parents for their debriefs.\n\n\n“So, that went well did it?” Magnus asked as he and Sophie began to slowly walk while the servants began to clear away the tables. \n\n\n“Evidently so, he is a fine man, that's for sure, I believe that we can deal with him. He doesn’t seem as…intense as his father.” \n\n\n“Well, that's good, all the more reason to keep him close.” The older wolf replied as he put his arm around his daughter’s shoulder. \n\n\n“What are you saying? That I should marry him?” Sophie said, looking up at her dad as he stepped alongside, the wine clearly having affected him too. \n\n\n“Well, you said so yourself that he’s a gentleman and a fine man. I uh, won’t ask you about the details of what happened during your walk but…I think it would be smart.” There was a warmth in Magnus’ voice as he spoke, a fatherly tone partially brought on by the alcohol but genuine in his caring for his girl. \n\n\nSophie understood where her father was coming from, if she had been tall and well built like her sister, then it would have been an easy decision. But as it was, with her smaller frame, she knew as well as Nekum did that it was a dangerous proposition for her to bear his child, which was something Sophie knew all too well would be expected of her. She hated to crush her father’s excitement, but it had to be said. The long sigh she let out clued the older wolf into the fact that his daughter had something else to say. \n\n\n“What's the matter? Look, you wouldn’t have to move out of the palace, you could stay here with him once you’re married.” \n\n\n“No Dad, I-it's not that… it's… It's a bit embarrassing actually.” Sophie replied timidly as her father let his arm fall off her shoulder as he turned to face her. \n\n\n“Look, I’m your father, I made you, I helped your mother give birth to you, I changed your diapers as a baby, there’s nothing too embarrassing that you can’t tell me.” \n\n\nSophie grunted and crossed her arms, grinding her paw into the grass as she tried to force herself to spit it out. \n\n\n“He’s…he’s too big for me, okay!” Sophie admitted as her tail flicked with bashful motions behind her, her eyes turned to the side to break contact with her father’s. \n\n\n“Wel,l he is tall and perhaps a bit heavy, but-” \n\n\n“No Dad, too big” She repeated, this time holding her hands out in front of her to simulate the stallion’s length.\n\n\n“Oh…I see…too big…” This time it was his snout flushed red with embarrassment as his drunk brain finally grasped what she meant. \n\n\n“And there’s no way I could safely bear children from him, I’m just…too small.” \n\n\nThe petite canine pouted, admitting that her size and stature were a hindrance that damaged her already fragile psyche. Sophie already suffered with her self-image, the jeering, gossiping nobles had given her a low view of herself. And now to find a male that she could relate to and get along with, only for her size to be prohibitive, was a substantial gut check to the princess. Noticing his daughter’s ears and tail slumping, Magnus once again embraced her as the two continued to walk. \n\n\n“Look Sophie, I don’t want you beating yourself up over this, you did great tonight. Getting the Kahl to agree to a formal visit was something I’ve been trying to do for a couple of years now, and you pulled it off in one afternoon.” He said in a cheery voice as he patted her on the shoulder. \n\n\n“I want you to keep up your relationship with Nekum, though, even if the two of you aren’t wed, it's clear that you two get along. Maybe I can find some nobleman’s daughter for him to marry so we can keep him close.” \n\n\nSophie blinked away a tear, the thought of having the stallion so close was comforting. Even if their relationship couldn’t be intimate, having him around would be a breath of fresh air. \n\n\n“What about my cousin Marie? She’s the same age as me and tall like Heidi” She piped up, life returning to her voice as her mind schemed up plans. \n\n\n“Heh, I wonder if ‘Duchess’ would be a high enough title for them to bite on…” Magnus pondered, his mind playing out scenarios of how such a suggestion might go over.\n\n\n“Well, during their visit, you could float the idea to Bukha, I mean, she’s Aunt Margot’s daughter, so it's not like they’d be that far removed from you. You could even give them a suite in the palace. Plus, it keeps them out of our direct bloodline, so they couldn’t easily make a play for our throne.” \n\n\n“Goodness, look at you, a real schemer…You’d make a formidable queen, Sophie. Heidi had better stay on your good side.” Magnus joked as he pulled his daughter close to him, the move eliciting a smile from her. \n\n\n“That's a good idea though, I’m not sure if my sister will be too thrilled to marry her daughter to a horse lord, but that's a good plan. And Marie is smart and sharp like you so hopefully they’d get along.” The King continued as he led the pair of them back inside.\n\n\n“Alright, I’ve got more business to attend to with all these foreign delegations, you’re free to go for the rest of the day until dinner, we’re having a family dinner tonight, no banquets. Your mother wanted one last proper family dinner before your sister goes off.” \n\n\nSophie nodded and smiled at her father. She could hear the barely concealed pain in his voice as he spoke. While he accepted that his daughter’s marriage to the young dragon was ultimately a good thing, the thought of her leaving his side at the palace still stung. As they parted ways, the corridors of the grand palace hummed with activity as the various people sought an audience with Magnus. The simmering chaos allowed Sophie to slip away and retreat back to her room. But as she opened the door, her hopes of a relaxing nap on her bed were dashed as she was greeted by the sight of an easel and its owner, Sir Reiner, the most senior of the royal painters. Sophie’s grandfather had bestowed the title “Sir” on him after his extensive work painting not only the family, but many of the grand artworks adorning the palace as well. He was an immensely skilled artist, but a stickler for punctuality and got snippy whenever a subject moved too much during a sitting. Sophie remembered having to sit for hours as a child on an uncomfortable stool whilst having her formal portrait painted by him. \n\n\n‘He didn’t waste any time did he…’ Sophie lamented as she remembered how she’d instructed Nekum to get in touch with her family’s artists. \n\n\n‘Of all of them, why’d it have to be him…’ She continued in her mental anguish as the aged wolf peered from behind his canvas. \n\n\n“Ah, Princess Sophie, right on time.” He spoke in his characteristic accent as he motioned for her to approach. \n\n\n“I don’t suppose you’ve already spoken to Prince Nekum, have you?” Sophie asked as she stepped in front of the easel. \n\n\nSir Reiner had his supplies set up against the back wall of Sophie’s bedroom to use the free space in front of her bed for the pose. \n\n\n“Not as such, but his butler did speak to me. I was told you have a pose in mind for the young man.” The old wolf spoke properly, but with his raised eyebrows, Sophie could tell that he had figured out that this wasn’t going to be just another portrait. \n\n\n‘Oh he’s gonna freak out when I tell him’ She groaned mentally as she struggled to find the right words to describe the painting she had in mind. \n\n\n“Yes, it's fairly um…intimate, you might say…” The princess said timidly, her tail flicking behind her. \n\n\n“Ah yes, a gift for the young prince? Something for him to remember you by?” He said in a teasing voice with an unusual tone of humor about his face.\n\n\n“S-something like that.” \n\n\n“There is no need for that young lady, I have painted scenes like this before, just assume the pose you wish and I shall assist.” He said in an almost disinterested tone as he reached for a brush. \n‘Huh, perhaps you’re not as bad as I thought…’ Sophie thought as she slipped out of her clothes. \n\n\n“Now, since this is more complex than just a simple portrait, what I am painting today will only be a reference for the larger piece. I understand that you wish to be depicted kneeling in one of the fountains, yes?” \n\n\n“Yeah, the us, the one by the grape vines. The nude woman pouring water from a vase.” Sophie said as she tossed the last of her clothes onto her bed, her earlier comfort in her nudity now having vanished as the eyes of the older man beheld her. \n\n\n“I see, that would make a fine piece, perhaps we shall put up a copy here somewhere…” The old painter mused aloud to himself. \n\n\nSophie let the comment go as she knelt on her knees, as she had done in the fountain when Nekum had called out to her. Sitting on her heels, she lifted her tail and turned to face the easel, exposing her left breast as she did so. \n\n\n“He must be some lad to warrant a pose like that!” Sir Reiner teased as he observed. \n\n\n“Lower your nose just a little, and twist, I want to view you from an angle, don’t point your rump directly at the viewer, there, like that. And I want a soft expression from you, sensual, feminine.” \n\n\nSophie did as she was instructed, shifting her pose to the left so that she sat at an angle to the viewer. Her cheeks burned as she lifted her tail in front of the old man, though he seemed unbothered by the sight of her naked tush. \n\n\n“Hmm, needs something…needs something…Ah! Yes!” The wolf exclaimed, pointing his finger skyward as he rose from his stool. \n\n\n“A sheet.” He said simply as he stripped the white linen from the top of the Princess’s bed, pushing her clothes off the side as he did so. \n\n\n“Here, cover your chest with this and tuck it between your legs so it sticks out behind you.” He said with growing enthusiasm. \n\n\nSophie sighed, but once again did as she was instructed, only to be met with a firm instruction to stop moaning. \n\n\n“There, now with your right hand hold the sheet up to your breast, and with your left hold it to your stomach so that it falls away from you.” Sir Rainer commanded as he took his seat again. \n“See, how the cloth falls away and exposes your left breast, as if by accident, yes, this is perfect now…”\n\n\n‘I think he’s getting a little too into this…’ Sophie mused as the older man began his work. \n\n\nWith her tail lifted and chest half exposed, Sir Reiner set about crafting the scene. He grumbled and stuck out his tongue as he worked with his brush, peeking out once every few seconds to get a fix on his subject. As he painted, he wore a gold monocle against his eye to aid in capturing the fine details of his subject. \n\n\n“Keep that tail up! I have to get your ass correct, girl, or this whole painting is a waste!” he scolded her at one point as the constant strain of holding it upwards began to take its toll. \n\n\nTime seemed to crawl by as the old painter performed his work, Sophie’s body cried out for her to assume any position other than the one she was in. Her knees and feet screamed and her bottom had long since grown sore, then numb, then sore again. But just as her mind began to enter into a trance she heard the sound of the small door to the private passages gently open. \n\n\n‘Shit!’ Sophie cursed as a wave of bashfulness washed over her, as whoever opened that door was someone she knew. \n\n\n“Oh! Princess Kresta, hello.” Sir Reiner said with faux enthusiasm as he took his eyes off his work. \n\n\nSophie wanted to move and shout at her friend to get out, though she dared not disturb Sir Reiner this far into the sitting. She couldn’t see the dragon as she entered the room, instead only hearing the girl’s snickering as she sat herself down on the bed. \n\n\n“My my Sophie, this is quite the pose, isn’t it?” Kresta taunted as Sophie detected the flicking of her tail out of the corner of her eye. \n\n\n“She has a nice butt, doesn’t she?” The young dragon said as she turned her attention to the old man. \n\n\n“If you wish to observe, I ask that you do so in silence!” Reiner hissed. \n\n\nKresta snorted and lay down on her stomach, her head held in her hands and a smug smile on her face as she watched with glee as her shy friend posed nude for the painting. Sophie couldn’t see it, but deep down she knew that she was getting one of those “I’m never letting you forget this” stares from her friend. \n\n\n“Mmm, yes, I believe that should do it for this afternoon…when the work is complete on the full piece, I will send for you, when you approve, I shall have it packed and delivered to Prince Nekum.” Sir. Reiner declared as he rose once more from his easel and returned his monocle to his pocket. \n\n\nSophie let out a deep sigh as her body relaxed. Her bones seemed to creak as she stood up, the sheet still clenched to her chest. Her tail ached as she lowered it, and she could still feel two tingly spots on her butt from where her heels had been pressing into her cheeks. \n\n\n“Say, do you think you could do one for me?” Kresta piped up as Sir. Reiner began to pack up his things. \n\n\n“Perhaps, but not tonight. I shall inform your staff when I am available for a sitting. Until then, ladies, good afternoon, and don’t touch the canvas, the paint is still wet. I shall return for it the day after the wedding.” \n\n\n“Thank you, Sir Reiner. I look forward to seeing the finished piece.” Sophie said in her practiced princess voice as the old wolf shuffled his way out of her room. \n\n\nAs the door closed behind him, Sophie flopped down on her bed next to Kresta, her head sinking deep into her pillow. \n\n\n“Prince Nekum huh? I guess you two did more than just go for a little stroll today huh?” The dragon pestered, poking her friend’s exposed belly as she prodded her for details. \n\n\nSophie huffed. She knew there was no bluffing her way out of this, especially with Kresta. \n\n\n“Yeah…we uh…we did stuff.” She sighed reluctantly. \n\n\n“Oh? What kind of stuff? I didn’t know this thing could fit that much!” Kresta teased, poking Sophie’s mound just above the slit of her womanhood. \n\n\n“Hey!” The wolf swatted the offending hand away. “It can’t, I took him in my mouth.”\n\n\nKresta’s face shifted immediately from one of mischief to one of amazement. \n\n\n“I’m so proud of you!” She exclaimed, pouncing on the petite wolf and straddling her in one motion. \n\n\n“Did he taste good? How big was it? How much did he cum?” The questions flew from the eager dragon as her hands pressed into the mattress on either side of Sophie’s face. \n\n\n“Jeez Kresta, yeah he tasted fine, just…like skin, and yeah, it was big.” The she-wolf replied with a chuckle as she looked up at her fellow princess. \n\n\n“And how much did he cum? I tried to get with one of them today, but they were all too busy trying to hook up with wolf girls.” \n\n\n“Why do you think I was in the fountain?” Sophie said sarcastically as Kresta leaned back and sat herself down on her belly. \n\n\n“Good point, yeah, but say…while I’m here…and you’re there, and naked, can I ask you something?” \n\n\n‘Oh God,s what now…’ Sophie lamented as she felt the dragon’s weight pressing on her. \n\n\n“Sure, what?”\n\n\n“Can I touch ‘em?” \n\n\nSophie rolled her eyes and let out another tired sigh. \n\n\n“Touch what?” She said somewhat indignantly. \n\n\n“Duh, your tits! I’ve always wanted to…please?” Kresta’s muscular tail slowly waved behind her as the dragon’s body leaned forward again, as if to emphasise her desire. \n\n\n“Uggh…go ahead.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The sun was high in the sky and warm on their bodies as the two girls strolled into the garden. Thankfully, they were not late as Sophie and Kresta spotted their respective families. Krenin was standing next to Magnus while Orema stood with her arm wrapped through her husband’s. Felnor and Theia were absent as was Elam, as he, like Inge, was required to participate in his own final preparations for the wedding. Prince Felnor and his wife Theia, were with Heidi and Andrei as the two couples supervised playtime between their children. Elana had taken the afternoon to rest while both wolf and dragon royal physicians examined both her and her unborn child’s health. The dragons were known to be expert healers, and the family was going to make as much use of their expertise as possible during their visit.
The two kings were joined by delegations of both humans and equines from the far eastern steppes; the tall bulky horse lords were imposing figures, especially dressed in their brightly colored robes. Sophie had never met one of them before, and her heart began to beat heavier and heavier within her chest as she approached, her father reaching out with his arm to gesture for her to come to him. The human delegation also wore long robes similar to the horsemen, though theirs were darker earth tones and maroon and focused more on intricate embroidery than flashy colors, many of them also wore a small cloak or overcoat.


“Ah, let me present my youngest daughter, Sophie.” Her father said with a smile as her and Kresta approached.


“And that would be MY youngest, Kresta.” Krenin piped up from behind his friend.


Magnus continued speaking as he introduced his daughter to the two groups, gesturing first to one of the humans.


        “Sophie, this is Lord Emmet of the court of King Raymond III, his majesty's most senior advisor.”


The man was on the older side, with noticeable age lines upon his face, though he still possessed a full head of nut brown hair that was accompanied by a long bushy beard and a full mustache.


        “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your highness. Much has been said of your skill and intellect.” The old man said with a rich voice and a courtly accent, making a complete bow as he spoke to the young princess.


        Quickly, Sophie pushed the images of her prior adventure to the back of her head as she switched into a more proper and politically appropriate mindset before speaking her reply.


        “And I yours, I have no doubt that the young king will greatly benefit from your wisdom and experience as you guide him.” She said with a calm demeanor and a practiced smile, dipping her head in deference to the man.


        Emmet returned the smile, dipping his head in acknowledgement of the compliment before he turned to speak with Kresta as her father introduced her. Sophie knew that the man she had just spoken to was the de-facto ruler of the human kingdom, their king was a boy of no more than twelve, his father having succumbed to an infection he received in battle during the orc invasion. The loss had affected Magnus a great deal, as he and the boy’s father, Arnold IV, had been good friends since they were boys. Since his death, Lord Emmet had been seeing to matters while educating and preparing the boy for when he will eventually take power. Sophie remembered how there had been some talk briefly about her being married to him, as wolves and humans are capable of bearing children together. But the notion was quickly rendered moot as a human girl, closer to his age from a noble family was chosen instead, though the two were not to be married officially until they came of age.


“And here Sophie, I’d like to present Kahl Bukha, leader of The Kahlmat Tribe, the most powerful of the Equine nations.” The large horseman lowered his head toward Sophie as Magnus spoke.


The Khal wore a black velvet robe with patches of gold embroidery adorning it with a bright orange sash tied around his waist. His pelt was jet black except for a spot of white on his forehead between his eyes. He was tall and broad shouldered, though the robes hid the full extent of his bulk.  


“It is an honor to finally meet one of your esteemed race,” Sophie spoke, continuing her political and polite tone. “I have heard of your efforts to finally reunite your peoples, after many years of hardship.”


“Yes my lady,” The tribesman spoke in a deeply accented voice. “It has been a challenging path to take, but one which we gratefully undertake.”


“Might I present my son, Nekum,” The Kahl said as he stood to one side, gesturing his arm as a noticeably younger male stepped forward, his robes were dark blue with silver trim around the neck and arm holes. He wore a black sash around his waist and a silver amulet hung from his neck bearing a symbol or rune of some kind, though Sophie didn’t recognize it.


Nekum was the same white and black as his father, only he possessed far more white upon his body than his father, with the contrasting black presenting in random patches over the parts of him that were visible outside of his robes.


“It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Sophie. Your father speaks very highly of you.” The young man spoke in a delicate and kind tone. As the two made eye contact, Sophie noticed a soft gentleness in his features that took her off guard for a moment.


With a gentle motion, Nekum held out his hand in front of Sophie, as she placed her considerably smaller hand in his, the equine lifted it to his lips. With his velvety lips, the equine prince planted a soft and brief kiss upon the top of Sophie’s hand, looking the princess in the eye as he did so, before lowering his arm and letting it go. Sophie felt her heart flutter a bit as she noticed some of the other horsemen exchanging looks and winks with each other as the two continued to interact.


“Would you care to walk with me after we eat? I’d much enjoy a tour of these magnificent gardens.” He continued, his eye contact never breaking.


Sophie nearly fumbled her words before she rapidly corrected her composure.


“I’d like that very much, there certainly is much to see, a-and discuss.” the young wolf replied with a smile that was immediately returned. She hoped that neither he nor the party behind him had picked up on the slight flutter in her voice.


“Ah! Here they come.” Krenin’s voice was interrupted as the small crowd turned to see the group of nobles advancing on the luncheon grounds.


“I’ll come find you.” Nekum spoke one final time to Sophie as the royals and dignitaries prepared themselves for the onslaught.


The tables were covered in silver trays bearing light fare and refreshments, sandwiches and fruit, small cakes, cheese, crackers and cured meats. Sparkling wine was served by the diligent staff while gentle music played over the sounds of schmoozing between the highest end of the combined societies in attendance. The equine delegation proved to be exceedingly popular as nobles of the various other races sought their attention. While they ate and conversed, Sophie and Nekum exchanged glances and smiles whenever they could, as both of them looked forward to the time when they could escape into the labyrinthine pathways of the gardens. Sophie fielded endless questions regarding her sister and her feelings about the wedding. From their questions, she got the distinct impression that many of the nobles had assumed that the marriage was arranged by her father and Krenin, and that Inge was somehow opposed to the pairing. Sophie did her best to squash such thoughts as gently as possible, speaking with clear definition about her sister's deep, and true love for Elam, about how they met and shared correspondence for years before deciding to go along with Magnus’s idea of the two finally marrying.
 Most of the others just wanted to know if she was seeing anyone, and if she planned on getting married anytime soon. Some were even so bold as to drop not-so-subtle hints about males her age that they knew of, nephews, cousins, and even a couple of sons were all put up on offer for her. In her heart, Sophie wanted to just tell them off, that she’d find a partner when she felt like it, and that only true love would suffice. But of course, to say such things was out of the question, and so she answered with grace, telling them how she’d consider their generous offer and directed them to speak to her father about arranging a meeting. She knew full well that her father seldom took one on one meetings with nobles. The constant talking, fronting her emotions, and faking politeness eventually began to wear down the young wolf, and no number of the delicious little cakes or delicate sips of sparkling wine were going to improve things.


“You’re doing great,” Her father whispered in her ear as she snuck one of the little sandwiches off the table. “That was well handled with the Kahl and his son, you made a good impression.” He continued.


“I didn’t say anything that probably hasn’t been said to him before.” Sophie replied, her exhaustion evident in her voice.


“No, but it meant a lot to him, coming from you, like I said, you made a good impression with him.”


“Sophie, you noticed the way they looked at each other when you two spoke, they know that your hand is open, if the two of you get along, well…it doesn’t take a genius to figure out the next part.”


The young she-wolf looked at her father with a stunned look, her mind struggling to wrap itself around what her father was suggesting.


“Are you trying to marry me off to the horse tribes!?” She hissed through clenched teeth loud enough for her father to hear her displeasure, but quiet enough to not alarm the guests.


Magnus sighed and shook his head, putting his right hand up to signal his daughter to calm herself before he spoke again.


“No, of course not. But it's no secret that Bukha has been looking for a suitable wife for Nekum, and we have been pursuing a closer relationship with the Kahlmat, just…keep that in mind in your dealings with him.” He said in a serious tone, his eyes lowered to meet his daughters, his expression firm.


Sophie knew that her father had been attempting to open up relations with the horses for some time, but differences in their two cultures and customs had slowed progress as the two sides gradually came to understand one another better. A marriage between Nekum and Sophie would permanently cement the two powers’ relationship.


“If you wanted, the nobles are all distracted, now would be a good time.” Magnus continued in a lighter tone, pointing with his nose over at the young equine prince as he politely set an empty wine glass down upon the serving tray of one of the palace staff.


“What do you want me to say to him?” Sophie asked as she faced her father.


“Nothing in particular, just talk to him, show him around and try to make friends with him, see what he's about.”


Sophie could tell that her father wanted to say more, that there was something right on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t quite bring himself to say.


“And that's all?” she pushed a little further.


Magnus sighed, squinting his eyes.


“Don’t take this the wrong way Sophie, but…the equine tribes have a, let's just say…different attitude towards the relations of men and women, and what is acceptable between them.” He said, looking away from his daughter.


“What are you saying?” she asked, pressuring her father further.


“Well…much like the dragons, the horses have a more…open attitude towards…intimacy… than we do. The way I understand it, equines view intimacy not only as normal, but as a sacred act between men and women, they celebrate it even.”


“Are you asking me to have sex with-”


“No no! Not like that!” Magnus said, cutting her off. “It's just that…if things go that way, which they might, be ready for it. We’ve told them that wolf women usually aren’t as…agreeable to such things as theirs, but like I said, he seems to like you and…” He trailed off.


“So what should I do if things…go that way?” Sophie asked as Magnus let his sentence fade out.


Her father pondered for a minute, sneaking glances over at Nekum before he replied.


“Sophie, you’re 19, you’re old enough now to make your own decisions about this, but…”


“But what?”


“Well,” her father continued, clearly pained by what he was saying.


“When it comes to the equines, a little romance might go a long way towards establishing a good political relationship. So if he makes a gentlemanly gesture, and you feel agreeable to it, it wouldn’t be a bad idea…just…be careful, don’t agree to anything or make any promises, just like you would with any other diplomat.”


Butterflies churned in Sophie’s belly, her face flushing pink at her father’s words, words she never thought she’d hear him say.


“I see…well, in that case-”


Magnus cut her off again.


“I didn’t say you had to.”


“I know, if he asks, and if I feel like it.”


“Right.”


“Right.”


There was an awkward silence between the two wolves as they stood next to the table.


“Well, he’s alone.” Magnus said, gesturing at Nekum.


Sophie took a deep breath as her father quickly extracted himself into the company of the human ambassador who happened to be passing by with his wife at that moment. Quickly, Sophie centered herself, pushing her nerves down as she approached the tall horse. He was considerably smaller than his father on account of his teen age, but was still at least one head taller than Sophie. He wore a kind looking smile on his long face as Sophie approached, holding out his arm to allow the princess to loop hers through it as he escorted her away from the function and into the depths of the gardens. The gardens hummed with activity in the afternoon sun, bugs flew in between the endless mix of plants, and bees buzzed as they collected their nectar and spread pollen. Various sweet smells from blooming flowers filled both of their noses as they walked.


“So, it looks like you ended up finding me.” Nekum said as he placed his hand gently atop Sophie’s arm. “I'm glad to finally be able to speak to you in private.” he continued, the dense shrubbery and tall trees surrounding them blocking out all sounds so that his voice was the only thing in Sophie’s ears.


“Oh? I wasn't aware that you had taken that much notice of me.” Sophie replied, her arm still wrapped through his.


“You sell yourself short, your highness,” the equine continued. “Your diplomat to our court told us a bit about each member of your family so that we may be better prepared upon our arrival.”


“And what about me stood out to you? And please, just call me Sophie while we’re alone, I can’t stand pomp and circumstance at the best of times.” The young princess said with a gentle laugh as she prodded and set a casual mood simultaneously.


“Well then, Sophie, you were described as intelligent and witty, with a well mannered demeanor and an independent attitude. I must admit, I find these attributes attractive in a woman.” Nekum looked down at the wolf with a confident smile. He was clearly no stranger to chatting up girls, and didn't show a hint of nerves while giving the princess these compliments.


‘Doesn’t waste time this one’ Sophie mused as she found herself being flirted with.


“The entire journey from our home to here, I looked forward to meeting you. You are quite captivating after all, I’d heard that most of your females are sticklers for protocol and decorum, especially with foreigners.”


The young wolf couldn’t help but smile to herself as he heard Nekum’s compliment


“And what do you think now that you have laid your eyes upon me?” Sophie asked, bracing for the inevitable compliment followed by an embarrassed ‘but…’.


Nekum chuckled to himself for a moment as he skillfully planned out his next move in the verbal game of chess he found himself playing. The diplomats were correct when describing Sophie’s wit and intellect. In his experience, most women would already be flustered by now, but she was matching him step for step.


‘She’d make a formidable queen this one…’ He thought to himself as he remembered his father’s instructions to get as close as he could to the unwed princess.


“I think that my mind was not generous enough when it imagined your beauty,” he spoke, his words causing Sophie’s heart rate to immediately increase.


“While it is of course true that you do not possess the same stature as your fellow wolves, that in no way detracts from your allure.”


Sophie felt a slight shiver run up her spine at his words. Never before had a man spoken to her in such a manner and meant it.


“If only my own folks had the same attitude.” She replied, a note of sadness present in her voice as she continued. “Thank you for that Nekum, I rarely get to receive such sentiment.”


The prince remained silent for a moment as the pair continued to walk, his ears flicking and his nose twitching as he failed to contain his emotions, something that Sophie had picked up on. She moved to speak, but was cut off by Nekum’s words as he finally finished planning what he wanted to say.


“Such insults towards a woman of your status would not be tolerated in our lands. How does your father allow such a thing?” Again, his attitude was not fully in check as the disgust and surprise was evident in his voice.


“Oh, well he doesn’t, not really, in fact not long ago he nearly cut off a courtesan’s head for suggesting that I be wed to Elam instead of Inge since I was a ‘runt’ or some other nonsense” Sophie replied with a chuckle, eager to redeem the image of her father in Nekum’s eyes.


“Hmm” he snorted, “An apt reaction to such vile words, but let’s not ruin our moods with talk of such things.”


“Agreed.” Sophie said in a cheery tone, eager for the horse lord to remain in a good mood.


By now, the duo were deep within the maze of plants and shrubbery as their steps carried them towards a lovely area dominated by broad-leaved grape vines. Clumps of the delicious purple fruit hung all around them, and a bench sat nestled under an arbor, the leaves and hanging grapes providing ample shade in the dominant sun. The gentle burbling of a fountain joined the soft chorus of noise in the little grove as the two sat down on the bench, enjoying the shade provided by the grape leaves.


“These gardens of yours are magnificent…” The young prince said in a low voice, more to himself than to Sophie, as he looked all around him at the verdant greenery.


“Thank you, we’ve been cultivating them here for many years.”


“You know, we have nothing like this where I come from. Our people were nomadic for most of our history, and even now that we’ve started to settle down, our lands are mostly grass and wildflowers.” Nekum reached above him for one of the many clusters of purple grapes that hung from the mature vines.  


“Are these…edible?” He asked as the bunch fell into his hand with the slightest tug.


“Of course! This variety is quite delicious too, we make our own wine from them.” Sophie responded, her face beaming with pride as Nekum beheld the succulent fruit that now rested in his hands.


Sophie reached across her lap, plucking one of the grapes from the bundle, placing it in her mouth as she made eye contact with Nekum, closing them when she felt the juice of the bursting grape coat her tongue in its sweetness. As she chewed, she reopened her eyes, gazing back at the stout horse as he tried one for himself. There was a hint of trepidation as he ate the small fruit, though it immediately vanished upon tasting the ripe grape. Quickl,y another disappeared into his mouth, followed by a third.


“My people have been missing out…” He said between mouthfuls with a laugh as he sarcastically lamented his culture’s lack of natural fruits.


“Well, perhaps our head botanist wouldn’t mind parting with some seeds for you to take back.”  


“Heh, perhaps…They’ll have to instruct me on how to care for these strange plants…” Once more Nekum’s gaze wandered around as he continued to marvel at the dense, broad leaves.


Sophie opened her mouth to speak, intent on telling the horse prince that their head botanist would love nothing more than to teach him how to care for the grapes. Though before she could, Nekum spoke up, his voice changing to suit the intent behind what he was about to say.


“Sophie, I…I must be honest with you…”


‘Oh here it comes.’ she thought to herself, her body tensing with anticipation.


“When I said that I found things about your character attractive, I did mean it, and when I said that you were beautiful far beyond what you or your people give you credit for, I meant that too.”


Sophie was paralyzed with nerves, she had known that their private moment might turn this way, but her naive and inexperienced mind still had not accepted it as a near inevitability.


“I’m sure that you’ve heard about us and how we deal with such feelings…If you were a mare of my species, then well…we’d probably not have had such a lovely conversation today.”


The young wolf was puzzled by his statement, nearly blurting out a question as to why the conversation would not have been good when the true meaning of what he’d said had finally dawned on her.


‘OH! He means that it would have been short because they’d already be…oh my…’ her mind raced as she pictured the scene in her head.


Nekum could see the realization spring into her mind by the change in facial expression.


‘My, you really can read these wolves like a book.’ He mused to himself, noting the canine tendency to heavily express their emotions on their faces.


“As it is, I’ve been told that wolven females are not as…agreeable to such things, and that it would be unwise to make such an approach; still, I feel that it would be a terrible shame not to offer myself to you.” The equine bowed his head as he finished speaking, clearly expecting to be rebuked by the girl.


“Nekum, that might be true with other wolves, but…as our diplomats told you…I’m rather unique.” Sophie wore a gentle smile as she spoke, her face exuding a comforting expression.


“Then…you aren’t offended?”.


“Of course not, I know how our cultures differ here. But…understand that this would be no trivial thing for me, as it might be for you.” Sophie said with a hint of trepidation creeping into her voice as she realized the gravity of what she might be agreeing to.


The large equine paused, surprised at the way this conversation had gone, though he understood the subtle meaning in Sophie’s words. He knew that there was more to this than just a romp in the gardens, given the politics playing out between their families.  


“Sophie, I understand that there is more at play in our relationship than whatever emotions we may be feeling towards each other. But I want you to view this now as I do, as nothing more than a show of trust and good faith. In my culture, men and women share intimacy the way we do because we believe that our bodies are blessed with our differences so that we may better connect and bond with each other. To us, it is considered impossible for a male and female to share any kind of proper relationship without some form of intimacy. I want nothing more than for our peoples to grow closer, to share more of our cultures. I believe that could happen here, right now.”


Nekum delivered his monologue with a gentle smile and a warm expression. He held one of Sophie’s hands gently in his own as he spoke, making eye contact with the she-wolf to ensure she felt his honesty.


Sophie's anxiety melted away, her father’s words ringing in her ears as she cast off the last of her society’s imposed shackles and made the decision for herself. She leaned into the prince’s ear, her bottom coming off the bench as she strained to reach his height.


“Then I’ll have you.” She whispered right into the cup of his ear.


‘Perfect.’ Nekum thought to himself as relief flooded over him.


“Here, just start slow…” He spoke in a low but confident voice that up until then Sophie had not heard, guiding her hand over towards his dark blue robes.


Nekum’s confidence rushed back into him, his heaps of prior experience working in his favor now that he’d gotten through her culture’s strict defenses. Wrapping his arm around the wolf’s waist, he brought her closer to him. His grip upon her wrist was not heavy, she could pull away if she desired, but it would have to be a deliberate action to break it. Sophie felt the gentle softness of the fabric and the warmth of his body heat as he slid her hand under the fold of his robes.


“What do you think?” He asked with a smirk as he felt the wolf’s smaller hand grip his girthy manhood.


“Woah…” Sophie’s voice let slip as she beheld the horse’s endowment, she’d witnessed the feral horse's mate, but didn’t think such size would translate over.


While he wasn’t a one to one for a feral horse, his proportions to his body size were similar, and Sophie knew that there was no way that she could take such a thing. He wasn’t even erect, and it was already impressive. As she felt it twitch and start to grow in her grasp, the young woman’s trepidation began to return as her mind tried to work out a solution.


“It's so big…I don’t know if I can…” Sophie’s voice was apologetic as she looked up at her new partner.


“Don’t worry, you don’t have to have me there, crouch down in front of me, and you can use your mouth.”


Though Nekum’s words were calm and collected, deep down a feeling of dread suddenly sank over him. He knew that Sophie was right, if he tried to fit himself inside her, then he’d surely hurt the girl. The taller, full size she-wolves he was confident could fit a man of his endowment, but Sophie would have extreme difficulty. As she lowered herself between his knees, he pondered if she’d be able to take a male of her own species.


‘I know that I could get enough of myself in to get the job done, but that's not real love… And our foals are born big too, so even if I mated with her…giving birth might be too much for her body…and I know I could never forgive myself if that happened. Again, a full size she-wolf like her older sister could do it…But I couldn’t ask that of Sophie, and Heidi is heir to the throne and already wed with children of her own.’


Sophie couldn’t read the equine’s internal troubles as she did what was told, sliding off the bench as Nekum spread his legs apart. His blue and silver robe fell between them as it worked to obscure his manhood. With her face between his knees, Nekum put his mind at rest and refocused on the moment, parting his robes to reveal his naked body beneath them. Sophie gulped at the sight, a sense of intimidation mounting as she beheld him. The rest of him lay against the back side of his robe as he sat on it. They were nearly the size of oranges and jet black in accordance with the large black patch on his groin. She could see that the bottom half of his penis, which was flopped against his thigh, was also black, though the top half was a gentle pink, the border of the two colors being wavy and uneven.


“You, uh, might want to strip for this, there’s going to be a lot and I don’t want your clothes to get soiled.”


“Oh, r-right…” Sophie stood back up, wasting no time in stripping out of her clothes, her eagerness to get going causing her to forget to show off at all to her new horse lover.  


“Just use your mouth on the tip and gently stroke with your hands.” Nekum softly commanded, observing and taking in any details of the wolf’s naked body that he could as she knelt back down.  


Sophie took a deep sigh, steadying herself for what she was about to do when Nekum spoke up again, in a gentle and encouraging tone this time.


“You’ll do fine.”


Sophie returned a brief smile before leaning her snout in, flipping the horse’s cock off his thigh, and lining it up with her mouth.


‘Here goes…’ she thought as she opened her maw.


The moment the tip of Nekum’s penis touched the tip of her tongue was anticlimactic for the young wolf. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but it just tasted like skin tinged with a hint of sweat.


‘This isn’t so bad…’ she mused in a relieved interior monologue as she wrapped her lips over the tip.


“There you go, just suck on it as you move up and down, don’t be worried about shoving the whole thing down your throat, just take as much as you can manage.”


Nekum held Sophie’s face gently as she held the tip of his cock in her mouth, her tongue sliding along the bottom of it as she tried her best to work it. She could feel his erection building as she grasped his girth in her hands and gingerly stroked, her face moving farther and farther back as his arousal built. Following his guidance, she started to suck, drawing her snout back until his penis was almost out of her mouth before sinking back down again, taking more of his length each time. But as she gained more confidenc,e she soon discovered her limits as she felt the tip of his dick press against the back of her throat, her gag reflex forcing her to back off as the horse’s erection tried to make the turn down her throat.


“Haha, that comes with experience.” He mused as he felt her try to force it down.


“Hey…look at me.” He whispered in a sultry tone.


Again, Sophie obeyed, flicking her eyes up while her mouth continued to work. With her face forced down and her eyes looking up, the sight made Nekum’s heart flutter, the feeling of her soft mouth on his cock working him up and down caused him to melt into the bench. He’d had plenty of women perform oral on him before, women who could take him all the way down to the balls with ease, performing tricks with their tongue while they did so. But there was something about this encounter, the simple innocence of it all that worked for him.


“See…I told you that you’d do fine…” He said through shaking breath as feelings of pleasure began to well up.


Sophie didn’t stop to respond, the sounds emanating from her mouth already signalled her response as she gulped and loudly sucked on his length. A stream of saliva ran down from her chin while she braced her hands on Nekum’s thighs for stability as her head bobbed up and down at a steady pace. Nekum leaned his head back, breaking eye contact as he enjoyed the sensations and sounds of Sophie’s first blowjob. Her smaller mouth was tight around his soft skin, the texture of her tongue and the inside of her jaws made for a wonderful experience that he knew he would miss upon the return to his homeland.


‘I pray that trade routes open up because I need more of this…’ the equine mused to himself, giddy at the thought of easier access to wolf women.


Sophie had no time for such thoughts as her mind was singularly focused on the task at hand. She still wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, but the salty taste of precum coating her tongue told her that whatever it was, it was working. Though by now a soreness had begun to form in her jaws from the exertion of stuffing such a large cock in them, the constant suction didn’t help matters as the princess’s stamina began to drain. Her pace slowed as a result, until she just barely shifted her head up and down, gently sliding the slick horse cock against her tongue, pressing it to the roof of her mouth. Nekum could sense the fatigue in her, this was still her first time, and as such he was aware that he needed to temper his expectations.


“You can take a break if you need to, and I can show you something else you can do.”


The words rang in Sophie’s ears as she was praying that he’d notice. With an audible pop, she released the tip of his cock, the erect member still hovered in front of her face, thoroughly coated and dripping in saliva. Sophie’s mouth hung open, her breathing heavy and her snout thoroughly soaked while the taste of his precum lingered.


“Easy, easy, don’t wear yourself out.” He chuckled as he brushed her hair out of her eyes and cupped her cheek.


“You did really well, but here, lean in some more.”


Sophie leaned her snout in. Nekum’s hand shifted to the back of her head as he guided her.


“If you ever want a break, or just something else to do when giving a man pleasure like this, just play with these for a little bit.”


She was now face-to-face with those massive equine orbs, the shiny black skin glistening in the light filtering down from above. By now, she was unafraid, shooting the horse a glance before she leaned in the extra few inches and placed her nose in the middle of his hefty sack. The inhale was full of masculine scents, musky and virile, it sent a deep shiver up her spine as the scent hit her brain. It was heady and dominating, the wolf’s legs instinctively spreading, her tail wagging as a wetness soon began to spread across her groin.


“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Nekum spoke in a sarcastic but sultry voice as he noticed Sophie’s reaction. He rather enjoyed the way her tail wagged, and she seemed to squat down lower as her legs opened with the experienced stallion knowing full well what was happening between them.


‘I love the way their tails wag…I really need to marry one of them.’ His thoughts hummed as he basked in the pleasurable sensations.


Sophie merely nodded as she looked up at him, her nose still buried in the warmth of his balls. She took another deep inhale, closing her eyes as she held it in for a moment and let it back out against his soft skin. Once more, the horse leaned his head back, placing both of his hands behind his head as he felt her tongue flick out and grab a quick taste.


“There you go…” he muttered as the rapid lick soon evolved into full-on lapping as she slathered his balls with her tongue.  


They were too big for her to suck on, but it didn’t stop her from worshiping them as she coated the heavy orbs in her saliva, occasionally suckling on a bit of the loose skin. Her soreness was quickly forgotten as she drowned in his musk, her tail wagging so heavily that her rump wagged with it, all the while Nekum’s cock lay slapped against her face, signaling her submittance to the powerful equine lord.


“Whenever you’re ready, you can go back.” There was no urgency in his voice, he was content to let her worship his balls, but he also knew that she’d be there all day if he let her.


“Yeah…” It was the first words that Sophie had spoken since she began, though they sounded distant as her eyes remained focused on the bicolored penis in front of her.


Sliding her face along its length, she eventually came back to the head, the princess wasting no time in stuffing it to the back of her throat as she resumed bobbing up and down on it. The wolf’s jowls gripped with a pleasant tightness as Sophie pulled her snout back up, the flaps on either side of her snout providing an excellent seal for the suction that she was providing. With her returning to his cock, Nekum leaned his head back forward, filling his vision with the sultry sight of the she-wolf sucking his cock. The princess side-eyed him as she slid up and down his shaft; she could only fit about a third of it in her mouth, but her motions were enough to send bolts of pleasure shooting up the horse’s spine.  Once more, the unapologetic sounds of a sloppy and passionate blowjob filled their ears as Sophie dropped her hands to the ground, her eyes rolling back as her throat relaxed. She still couldn’t take all of him, but as Nekum felt his dick bend in her throat, he knew it was over for him.


“Oh! Oh fuuuuuu-” His face scrunched and his back arched as his ass lifted just barely off the seat.


Sophie’s eyes went wide, her mind snapping back to sanity as she felt the horse penis flare in her neck, blocking off air flow. In a slight panic, she tried to pull back as the first flood of semen poured into her. The hot jet shot down her throat with some of it flying back up to fill her mouth, spilling out from wherever her lips weren’t sealed around it. After the first heavy pulse, she was successful in withdrawing the cumming cock back into her mouth, though the ongoing flood of horse sperm did little to help her breathing situation. Nekum’s penis pulsed and jerked up and down as it sprayed wildly, the fat ropes of hot, sticky cum coating every surface in Sophie’s mouth until it spilled out, thoroughly coating her chest and belly in the process. She could feel it running between her legs, the slit of her cunt acting as a channel for the semen to run down as it eventually pooled underneath her.
The princess’s throat gulped and swallowed loudly as she tried to cope with the flow. Nekum’s body tensed, his face contorted as his orgasm hit its peak. His balls flexed in his sack as they emptied their contents into the young she-wolf’s mouth. Finally, the flow ebbed into gentle ropes that Sophie could manage. Her entire front was soaked, shining white with pearlescent horse jizz, the potent baby batter glazing her pussy as she knelt there in front of him, her throat working what it could down her gullet. As the last little spurt landed on her tongue, Sophie let the spent penis go, gulping down the last of his hot cum as she licked her lips clean. Her breathing was heavy as her mind worked to recenter itself and take in what she had just done.


“N-not…not bad…for your first time.” Nekum chuckled as he leaned back against the bench, his dick shiny with wolf spit, a single strand of cum dangling from the sensitive tip.


“Ugggh, it's EVERYWHERE!” Sophie exclaimed as she came back down to Earth.


“You could have WARNED me!” She laughed as she spoke, looking down at her sperm soaked body in amazement.


“Well, I did say it was going to be a lot.” Nekum chuckled in return,


“I guess your women are used to it huh.” Sophie replied sarcastically..


“Anyway, I gotta wash this off…”


“Yeah…Sure” The spent equine remained where he was, his heart still racing from the powerful orgasm.


Normally, the garden fountains were just for decoration, but Sophie saw no reason why they couldn’t serve two purposes. She’d gotten in trouble as a child for bathing in them before, but today there was little chance of being caught. The fountain itself was nestled into the shrubbery, almost totally concealed so that Sophie had to part some branches to gain access to it. The fixture was made up of a pool roughly eight feet across, on the far side of which was a statue of a naked she-wolf pouring a vase into the water. The excess spilled out of little divots in the sides of the pool and ran into the hedge row of plants to serve as a watering source. Sophie knew that somewhere there was a large switchboard of valves that controlled the water flow to these fountains that the gardeners could switch on or off depending on which area of the grounds needed watering. It was an ingenious way to make sure the plants were cared for while also providing additional beauty.
But today it was Sophie who needed watering as she stepped into the cold steam flowing from the sculpture. She had to get down on her knees to get all the way under it, but as her body adjusted to the chill, she got to work scrubbing herself clean of Nekum’s blessing. It was tough work as the thick ejaculate soaked its way deep into her fur. Thankfully, her summer coat was thinner than her winter one, which made things a fair bit easier.


‘I can’t believe I just did that…’ she mused, her mind still pondering and processing things.


‘I mean, father did give me his blessing but still…I can’t help but feel like I’m breaking the rules…again.’


“Sophie? Is everything alright?” Nekum’s voice sounded from the outside.


“Uh, yeah, I’m fine!” She replied, turning her head to see his face poking through the leaves.


It was his first time getting a proper look at her naked form as she squatted in the water, her cheeks resting and slightly squishing against her heels, the sight revealed by her tail lifting at the sound of his voice. As she turned to face him, her nipples became visible, the tiny pink buds sat atop their modestly sized mounds.


‘Heh, cute…’ Nekum thought to himself as he backed off, the sight etched into his mind forever.    


“You know that pose you’re doing would make for an excellent painting.” He declared the equine prince, only half jokingly.


“Oh? Perhaps you should commission one then, while you’re here, our court has some excellent artists.” Sophie replied as she turned her attention back to her cum soaked fur.


‘Is she joking? I can’t tell.’ The horse pondered, rubbing his mane as he continued observing her.


“Seriously, ask your butler to put you in contact with one of the palace artists, tell him you want me in this fountain, and then later I’ll model the pose you want and he’ll send it to you with one of our couriers when it's finished.” The princess said in a casual but ultimately serious tone as she stood up out of the cascading water.


Nekum started to explain that he had only been joking, but as his eyes beheld the petite she-wolf’s wet tush as she stood up, he silenced himself and thanked her and promised to follow through with her offer.


“Why don’t we walk around a bit while I dry off?” Sophie asked with a smile as she stepped out of the fountain, the she-wolf silently looked forward to seeing the blush on the artist's face as she posed for his brush.


“Naked?” Nekum replied, his head cocked to one side in query and surprise.


‘Feed her a bit of cock and now she’s all bold!’ He mused to himself, shaking his head slightly as he stepped off with the girl at his side.


The afternoon sun on her wet fur felt heavenly as Sophie stepped into the light, the soft grass under her paws, and the fresh air on her naked body worked to lift her spirits. A full body sunning, unobstructed by clothes, was a rare treat.


‘You certainly are a unique woman Sophie.’ The horse lord thought to himself with a healthy smile on his face.  


 The pair strolled through the winding paths, enjoying the lavish gardens and the warmth of the afternoon sun as Sophie’s fur gradually began to cool. Nekum held onto her clothes, his own robes once more tied around his waist as he took in the many sights, sounds, smells, and tastes the verdant gardens had to offer. He tried not to stare or wander behind the princess for too long lest he look untoward, but Nekum would have been lying if he’d said that he hadn’t been looking. But as the pair rounded one of the many corners in the snaking network of paths, each of their sets of sensitive ears began to pick up a series of unmistakable sounds. Sophie’s dark fur worked to obscure her blush as she heard the telltale sounds of sex coming from the trail ahead. Nekum chuckled to himself as he picked it up too.


“Looks like someone else had the same idea.” Sophie joked under her breath as she peeked around the dense foliage of a bush.


“Perhaps diplomacy between our peoples is progressing better than we thought.” Nekum replied with humor of his own.


As two sets of eyes peeked around the corner, their owners beheld the sight of a member of the equine delegation and two of the palace’s servant girls.


‘Oh my…Vika and Leona!’ Sophie’s thoughts shouted as she observed the sight of the servants who had aided her and Kresta in the bath earlier.


‘Damnit Bisra…’ Nekum cursed to himself as he recognized one of his father’s advisors.


The bay stallion had Leona bent over in front of a lush pear tree. The ripe fruit hung all around them and was scattered all over the ground at their feet. Vika crouched underneath Leona, her light colored snout tucked between the black furred she-wolf’s legs as she was pounded from behind. Bisra had his right hand on the girl’s hip and his other gripping the base of her tail as it was lifted like a flag. The combination of horse dick and her friend's tongue was having an obvious effect as her head was thrown back with desperate, feminine moans flying carelessly from her maw.


“Why don’t we uh…give them some space…” Sophie whispered as she backed herself up, a sharp spank following her back as Bisra landed a heavy slap on Leona’s ass.


“See, whoever said horses and wolves can’t get along?” Nekum joked once the pair had retreated out of earshot.


“Pff, you should have brought some mares along to see if it goes both ways.” Sophie playfully retorted with a gentle shoulder nudge.


“Heh, I’m sure our women would jump at the chance. I hope your wolf boys are up for it!”


“Perhaps we’ll see someday soon.” Sophie replied in a hopeful voice as she felt that her fur was finally dry enough to slip back into her clothes.


As the pair emerged fully clothed from the labyrinthine gardens, the party had wound down to just the core members of the royal delegations. Sophie had her arm once more wrapped through Nekums as she allowed the stallion to escort her back to her father. Once more, each of them donned their political masks as they saw their respective fathers approaching.


“Ah, Prince Nekum, I hope you found our gardens here to your liking.” Magnus said in a polite tone as Bukha stepped up next to the wolf King.


“Indeed Your Majesty, they’ve exceeded my grandest expectations.” The young stallion replied in a similar tone as he rested his free left  hand against Sophie’s arm still wrapped through his right.  


“And I hope the princess found my son’s company to be agreeable.” The imposing Kahl asked, the layers in his statement plain and obvious to the she-wolf.


“Indeed, Kahl Bukha, your son is quite the gentleman.”


The pair of young royals turned their heads to look at each other, both of them sharing the same silent memory as they played this political game with their parents. The quiet moment was almost immediately interrupted by a hearty belly laugh from the older stallion, who slapped his palm down on his son’s shoulder.


“Don’t I know it! He’s a good lad, this one! Any female would be lucky to have him. Now, Magnus, I think you are correct, perhaps a more formal visit is in order after all!” Sophie could smell the wine on the stallion's breath as he spoke, but his jovial attitude and apparent newfound openness made the wolf’s heart swell with pride.


Her father gave her a knowing look of “I told you so” as the Khal led his son away by the shoulder. Sophie and Nekum shared one last knowing look before turning back to their respective parents for their debriefs.


“So, that went well did it?” Magnus asked as he and Sophie began to slowly walk while the servants began to clear away the tables.


“Evidently so, he is a fine man, that's for sure, I believe that we can deal with him. He doesn’t seem as…intense as his father.”


“Well, that's good, all the more reason to keep him close.” The older wolf replied as he put his arm around his daughter’s shoulder.


“What are you saying? That I should marry him?” Sophie said, looking up at her dad as he stepped alongside, the wine clearly having affected him too.


“Well, you said so yourself that he’s a gentleman and a fine man. I uh, won’t ask you about the details of what happened during your walk but…I think it would be smart.” There was a warmth in Magnus’ voice as he spoke, a fatherly tone partially brought on by the alcohol but genuine in his caring for his girl.


Sophie understood where her father was coming from, if she had been tall and well built like her sister, then it would have been an easy decision. But as it was, with her smaller frame, she knew as well as Nekum did that it was a dangerous proposition for her to bear his child, which was something Sophie knew all too well would be expected of her. She hated to crush her father’s excitement, but it had to be said. The long sigh she let out clued the older wolf into the fact that his daughter had something else to say.


“What's the matter? Look, you wouldn’t have to move out of the palace, you could stay here with him once you’re married.”


“No Dad, I-it's not that… it's… It's a bit embarrassing actually.” Sophie replied timidly as her father let his arm fall off her shoulder as he turned to face her.


“Look, I’m your father, I made you, I helped your mother give birth to you, I changed your diapers as a baby, there’s nothing too embarrassing that you can’t tell me.”


Sophie grunted and crossed her arms, grinding her paw into the grass as she tried to force herself to spit it out.


“He’s…he’s too big for me, okay!” Sophie admitted as her tail flicked with bashful motions behind her, her eyes turned to the side to break contact with her father’s.


“Wel,l he is tall and perhaps a bit heavy, but-”


“No Dad, too big” She repeated, this time holding her hands out in front of her to simulate the stallion’s length.


“Oh…I see…too big…” This time it was his snout flushed red with embarrassment as his drunk brain finally grasped what she meant.


“And there’s no way I could safely bear children from him, I’m just…too small.”


The petite canine pouted, admitting that her size and stature were a hindrance that damaged her already fragile psyche. Sophie already suffered with her self-image, the jeering, gossiping nobles had given her a low view of herself. And now to find a male that she could relate to and get along with, only for her size to be prohibitive, was a substantial gut check to the princess. Noticing his daughter’s ears and tail slumping, Magnus once again embraced her as the two continued to walk.


“Look Sophie, I don’t want you beating yourself up over this, you did great tonight. Getting the Kahl to agree to a formal visit was something I’ve been trying to do for a couple of years now, and you pulled it off in one afternoon.” He said in a cheery voice as he patted her on the shoulder.


“I want you to keep up your relationship with Nekum, though, even if the two of you aren’t wed, it's clear that you two get along. Maybe I can find some nobleman’s daughter for him to marry so we can keep him close.”


Sophie blinked away a tear, the thought of having the stallion so close was comforting. Even if their relationship couldn’t be intimate, having him around would be a breath of fresh air.


“What about my cousin Marie? She’s the same age as me and tall like Heidi” She piped up, life returning to her voice as her mind schemed up plans.


“Heh, I wonder if ‘Duchess’ would be a high enough title for them to bite on…” Magnus pondered, his mind playing out scenarios of how such a suggestion might go over.


“Well, during their visit, you could float the idea to Bukha, I mean, she’s Aunt Margot’s daughter, so it's not like they’d be that far removed from you. You could even give them a suite in the palace. Plus, it keeps them out of our direct bloodline, so they couldn’t easily make a play for our throne.”


“Goodness, look at you, a real schemer…You’d make a formidable queen, Sophie. Heidi had better stay on your good side.” Magnus joked as he pulled his daughter close to him, the move eliciting a smile from her.


“That's a good idea though, I’m not sure if my sister will be too thrilled to marry her daughter to a horse lord, but that's a good plan. And Marie is smart and sharp like you so hopefully they’d get along.” The King continued as he led the pair of them back inside.


“Alright, I’ve got more business to attend to with all these foreign delegations, you’re free to go for the rest of the day until dinner, we’re having a family dinner tonight, no banquets. Your mother wanted one last proper family dinner before your sister goes off.”


Sophie nodded and smiled at her father. She could hear the barely concealed pain in his voice as he spoke. While he accepted that his daughter’s marriage to the young dragon was ultimately a good thing, the thought of her leaving his side at the palace still stung. As they parted ways, the corridors of the grand palace hummed with activity as the various people sought an audience with Magnus. The simmering chaos allowed Sophie to slip away and retreat back to her room. But as she opened the door, her hopes of a relaxing nap on her bed were dashed as she was greeted by the sight of an easel and its owner, Sir Reiner, the most senior of the royal painters. Sophie’s grandfather had bestowed the title “Sir” on him after his extensive work painting not only the family, but many of the grand artworks adorning the palace as well. He was an immensely skilled artist, but a stickler for punctuality and got snippy whenever a subject moved too much during a sitting. Sophie remembered having to sit for hours as a child on an uncomfortable stool whilst having her formal portrait painted by him.


‘He didn’t waste any time did he…’ Sophie lamented as she remembered how she’d instructed Nekum to get in touch with her family’s artists.


‘Of all of them, why’d it have to be him…’ She continued in her mental anguish as the aged wolf peered from behind his canvas.


“Ah, Princess Sophie, right on time.” He spoke in his characteristic accent as he motioned for her to approach.


“I don’t suppose you’ve already spoken to Prince Nekum, have you?” Sophie asked as she stepped in front of the easel.


Sir Reiner had his supplies set up against the back wall of Sophie’s bedroom to use the free space in front of her bed for the pose.


“Not as such, but his butler did speak to me. I was told you have a pose in mind for the young man.” The old wolf spoke properly, but with his raised eyebrows, Sophie could tell that he had figured out that this wasn’t going to be just another portrait.


‘Oh he’s gonna freak out when I tell him’ She groaned mentally as she struggled to find the right words to describe the painting she had in mind.  


“Yes, it's fairly um…intimate, you might say…” The princess said timidly, her tail flicking behind her.


“Ah yes, a gift for the young prince? Something for him to remember you by?” He said in a teasing voice with an unusual tone of humor about his face.


“S-something like that.”


“There is no need for that young lady, I have painted scenes like this before, just assume the pose you wish and I shall assist.” He said in an almost disinterested tone as he reached for a brush.
‘Huh, perhaps you’re not as bad as I thought…’ Sophie thought as she slipped out of her clothes.


“Now, since this is more complex than just a simple portrait, what I am painting today will only be a reference for the larger piece. I understand that you wish to be depicted kneeling in one of the fountains, yes?”


“Yeah, the us, the one by the grape vines. The nude woman pouring water from a vase.” Sophie said as she tossed the last of her clothes onto her bed, her earlier comfort in her nudity now having vanished as the eyes of the older man beheld her.


“I see, that would make a fine piece, perhaps we shall put up a copy here somewhere…” The old painter mused aloud to himself.


Sophie let the comment go as she knelt on her knees, as she had done in the fountain when Nekum had called out to her. Sitting on her heels, she lifted her tail and turned to face the easel, exposing her left breast as she did so.


“He must be some lad to warrant a pose like that!” Sir Reiner teased as he observed.


“Lower your nose just a little, and twist, I want to view you from an angle, don’t point your rump directly at the viewer, there, like that. And I want a soft expression from you, sensual, feminine.”


Sophie did as she was instructed, shifting her pose to the left so that she sat at an angle to the viewer. Her cheeks burned as she lifted her tail in front of the old man, though he seemed unbothered by the sight of her naked tush.


“Hmm, needs something…needs something…Ah! Yes!” The wolf exclaimed, pointing his finger skyward as he rose from his stool.


“A sheet.” He said simply as he stripped the white linen from the top of the Princess’s bed, pushing her clothes off the side as he did so.


“Here, cover your chest with this and tuck it between your legs so it sticks out behind you.” He said with growing enthusiasm.


Sophie sighed, but once again did as she was instructed, only to be met with a firm instruction to stop moaning.


“There, now with your right hand hold the sheet up to your breast, and with your left hold it to your stomach so that it falls away from you.” Sir Rainer commanded as he took his seat again.
“See, how the cloth falls away and exposes your left breast, as if by accident, yes, this is perfect now…”


‘I think he’s getting a little too into this…’ Sophie mused as the older man began his work.


With her tail lifted and chest half exposed, Sir Reiner set about crafting the scene. He grumbled and stuck out his tongue as he worked with his brush, peeking out once every few seconds to get a fix on his subject. As he painted, he wore a gold monocle against his eye to aid in capturing the fine details of his subject.


“Keep that tail up! I have to get your ass correct, girl, or this whole painting is a waste!” he scolded her at one point as the constant strain of holding it upwards began to take its toll.


Time seemed to crawl by as the old painter performed his work, Sophie’s body cried out for her to assume any position other than the one she was in. Her knees and feet screamed and her bottom had long since grown sore, then numb, then sore again. But just as her mind began to enter into a trance she heard the sound of the small door to the private passages gently open.


‘Shit!’ Sophie cursed as a wave of bashfulness washed over her, as whoever opened that door was someone she knew.


“Oh! Princess Kresta, hello.” Sir Reiner said with faux enthusiasm as he took his eyes off his work.


Sophie wanted to move and shout at her friend to get out, though she dared not disturb Sir Reiner this far into the sitting. She couldn’t see the dragon as she entered the room, instead only hearing the girl’s snickering as she sat herself down on the bed.


“My my Sophie, this is quite the pose, isn’t it?” Kresta taunted as Sophie detected the flicking of her tail out of the corner of her eye.


“She has a nice butt, doesn’t she?” The young dragon said as she turned her attention to the old man.


“If you wish to observe, I ask that you do so in silence!” Reiner hissed.


Kresta snorted and lay down on her stomach, her head held in her hands and a smug smile on her face as she watched with glee as her shy friend posed nude for the painting. Sophie couldn’t see it, but deep down she knew that she was getting one of those “I’m never letting you forget this” stares from her friend.


“Mmm, yes, I believe that should do it for this afternoon…when the work is complete on the full piece, I will send for you, when you approve, I shall have it packed and delivered to Prince Nekum.” Sir. Reiner declared as he rose once more from his easel and returned his monocle to his pocket.


Sophie let out a deep sigh as her body relaxed. Her bones seemed to creak as she stood up, the sheet still clenched to her chest. Her tail ached as she lowered it, and she could still feel two tingly spots on her butt from where her heels had been pressing into her cheeks.


“Say, do you think you could do one for me?” Kresta piped up as Sir. Reiner began to pack up his things.


“Perhaps, but not tonight. I shall inform your staff when I am available for a sitting. Until then, ladies, good afternoon, and don’t touch the canvas, the paint is still wet. I shall return for it the day after the wedding.”


“Thank you, Sir Reiner. I look forward to seeing the finished piece.” Sophie said in her practiced princess voice as the old wolf shuffled his way out of her room.


As the door closed behind him, Sophie flopped down on her bed next to Kresta, her head sinking deep into her pillow.


“Prince Nekum huh? I guess you two did more than just go for a little stroll today huh?” The dragon pestered, poking her friend’s exposed belly as she prodded her for details.


Sophie huffed. She knew there was no bluffing her way out of this, especially with Kresta.


“Yeah…we uh…we did stuff.” She sighed reluctantly.


“Oh? What kind of stuff? I didn’t know this thing could fit that much!” Kresta teased, poking Sophie’s mound just above the slit of her womanhood.


“Hey!” The wolf swatted the offending hand away. “It can’t, I took him in my mouth.”


Kresta’s face shifted immediately from one of mischief to one of amazement.


“I’m so proud of you!” She exclaimed, pouncing on the petite wolf and straddling her in one motion.


“Did he taste good? How big was it? How much did he cum?” The questions flew from the eager dragon as her hands pressed into the mattress on either side of Sophie’s face.


“Jeez Kresta, yeah he tasted fine, just…like skin, and yeah, it was big.” The she-wolf replied with a chuckle as she looked up at her fellow princess.


“And how much did he cum? I tried to get with one of them today, but they were all too busy trying to hook up with wolf girls.”


“Why do you think I was in the fountain?” Sophie said sarcastically as Kresta leaned back and sat herself down on her belly.


“Good point, yeah, but say…while I’m here…and you’re there, and naked, can I ask you something?”


‘Oh God,s what now…’ Sophie lamented as she felt the dragon’s weight pressing on her.


“Sure, what?”


“Can I touch ‘em?”  


Sophie rolled her eyes and let out another tired sigh.


“Touch what?” She said somewhat indignantly.


“Duh, your tits! I’ve always wanted to…please?” Kresta’s muscular tail slowly waved behind her as the dragon’s body leaned forward again, as if to emphasise her desire.


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