She dropped onto my bed and to her knees, shaking her bottom at me. Her long, bushy tail lifted to reveal her two holes. It was an invitation, like she wanted me to choose which one to use, but I knew better.
After wetting her tailhole once more with my mouth, she was ready. And thanks to her scent, so was I.
Her figure was too big for me to just stand over because of how she was settling herself, and so I had to climb up onto her. Positioning myself, I finally went in.
Slowly, my endowment pushed forward, but I could already easily hear her; not even bothering to stifle her moans. I pulled back but had trouble since her hole was closing. She was doing this on purpose, she wanted me to go harder. I was unsure at first, but was worried she would be impatient with me. After a moment, I did as she wanted.
Her tailhole was more than a little tight around my tool, it was a challenge to push back in, and out, and in agian; all the while I could hear her cries of pleasure. It was always like this whenever someone used that hole.
It wasn't the first time I had done this myself, but every time, I was reminded how much she loved this. She was an entirely different person when this happens.
I heard she was trained to love it when my father, the former king, was alive; the way she was made so sensitive, anything but the way that hole was intended would reduce her to a babbling mess, only trying to get the words out that she wanted more and more. It was more than just size; even though I was told how "gifted" I was, even I paled in comparison to some of the guards or other servants.
No... It was the mere concept of anal sex that made her the way she was. She was... is... a strong queen, not afraid to admit her weakness. Her cries were a sign that tells the world of the woman she truly was, whatever that meant. Because of her admission, everyone she ruled over respected her even more.
A sense of pride welled up inside me and, just like that, I decided to cast aside my hesitation and no longer hold back. My crotch slapped at her wide backside and I unabatedly used her back hole like some toy. She simply cried and screamed in loving pleasure. I wanted to hear her screams of joy and lust as I continued. I needed to. It meant I was doing a great job. It meant that her feelings from my actions were genuine. No one could ever fake those reaction.
Eventually, I was at my limit. My seed flooded her to the point where it flowed out. It was more than I had ever let out before. I couldn't even recognize my own voice as I cried out in pleasure. My hips continued to move on their own, my penis still hard even as my flow was tapering.
Mother was still groaning in what might have been from coming down from her peak. I could see her happy, smiling as I refused to stop with the strength I never thought I had.
But it had to end sometime.... right?
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