The summer sun shone brightly outside the window, and its radiance was nearly matched by that of the beauty of Ardesant, Queen Bellona, whose golden hair, looped in a long braid that dipped below her shoulders, illuminated every room she was in. The royal lady was the center of attention wherever she went. Her piercing blue eyes saw through deceit and corruption, and her body, though yet without children, was so perfectly matronly in form that everyone who saw her knew that she deserved the title of “Mother of the Kingdom.”
That fine summer day, Bellona was relaxing in her garden, letting one of the maids play some sweet music on her guitar as the queen let the soft scent of the blooming flowers surround her. Even with the fountain giving off a cooling spray nearby, Bellona was sweating, her skin-tight purple leotard growing damp and darkening in color in places. She needed the relaxation, still coming down from the trek she’d taken into the Greatwood to treat with the witch Strixis.
It had been a long, difficult quest, and Bellona had been pushed to the limits of her strength, endurance, and decency during it. She had passed through spider-infested glades hung with egg-bloated maidens, spent a night being fingered into a mess by a rough female hunter, and then forced to watch Strixis as the lewd witch had ridden an orcish servant, squealing as she was filled with the monster’s foul seed. She had convinced the witch not to attack, but it had meant an obscene dinner that still left the prideful queen shaken when she thought about it.
Shaken, and not a little aroused. As the memories flashed in Bellona’s mind, sounds of moaning voices, the smell of hot cum, the feel of a spray of juices from a webbed body forcing out egg after leathery egg on her face, the rough fingers pinching at her clitoris while lips nibbled at her ear and whispered lewd words, the queen felt her thighs tremble. The crotch of her suit rubbed against her pussy too tightly, each breath she took made her nipples scrape against the protective garment. Bellona felt her hands tremble, desperately wishing to slide down between her legs like they’d been doing every night since she’d returned.
“Are you alright, Your Majesty?” the maid asked, dissolving the image of the handsome female hunter and bringing Bellona back to the present moment. She had stopped playing her instrument, smiling anxiously. “I hope my poor playing did not offend-”
“No, no,” Bellona cut her off. She sat up on the little couch, wiping at her forehead. “I’m fine, Delia, of course. The weather just has me in a poor state.” She looked around the little space, defined by the ivy-covered trellises, and fanned herself a little. “I think I need a breeze in this heat. Please, feel free to stay here and play what you will, I would love to hear your music over the walls.”
Delia nodded, and began picking at her strings a little as Bellona got to her feet and left the small area. The garden of the queens of Ardesant was a lovely place, the perfect combination of artful management and natural growth that had been nurtured for centuries. Marble benches provided seats to contemplate the many fine statues, and more fountains misted the air to provide respite from the heat of summer. But Bellona’s strange restlessness meant she couldn’t sit down and appreciate the artisans’ craftsmanship as she’d done so many times over the years.
She was Queen of Ardesant! Light of Chivalry! Men from a hundred foreign lands came to the capital to see her in the distance and fight for her favor. They dreamed of her notice, sang of her love, and, as she knew too well now, many years into her reign as she was, jerked off to her body. She had to stay above the lust, and maintain the vision of glory that was the sun of Ardesant. That glory couldn’t be sullied by base desires, base lusts, like begging to have her belly stuffed with monstrous babies.
Bellona’s fingers played with the hem of her leotard at the inside of her hip. She licked her lips, thinking of those slaves Strixis had bound in chains, kept pregnant with all manner of monsters, birthing them constantly like it was a human farm. Strixis had offered Bellona a space of her own, and it had taken all her will not to give into it. But the impression lingered in her heart, and she knew it was coloring her senses even now. She looked at the garden, where she’d held plenty of elegant parties and dances, and all she could see were monsters borne of her own womb ravishing her servants.
Shaking her head, managing to dispel the vision, but not the sounds echoing in her ears. Over Delia’s plucking, Bellona thought she could hear the moaning that had been omnipresent in Strixis’ lair. Her brow wrinkling in thought, Bellona wondered if her imagination would ever be free of the lusty atmosphere of that witch’s dwelling, until she heard a faint growl on the breeze. That wasn’t entirely in her head, was it?
Following the direction of the breeze, Bellona went down narrow paths surrounded by hedgerows, her bare feet cooled by the lush grass underneath. She heard another moan, in a familiar voice, and her heart did a little flip in her heart. She had been alone with Strixis, without any of her subjects able to see her moments of weakness, right?
Bellona knew she was getting to the edge of the garden, for she knew the grounds of the castle like the back of her hand. Next to it was the kennel, where the noble hunting hounds were kept. It couldn’t be an intruder, the hounds would have gone mad with their barking. She rounded a corner, and saw the waist-high hedge that marked the boundary of the garden, and the red-tile-roofed kennel just beyond. As Delia’s guitar grew more and more distant, Bellona could hear the moaning more clearly, spilling out of an open window in the side of the great building.
There were no illusions in the queen’s mind – people were people, and had needs of the body that could only be filled with sex. And this woman was at least doing it inside a building, and not out in the open. But couldn’t she think about how loud she was being? Didn’t she know that there was a virtue in being discreet at times?
Bellona crept to the window, her heart thumping in her chest. Her intentions debated within her mind. She should look in to see who was being so lewd in order to reprimand them later, one part of her said. She should look in and ask to join in if it’s hot enough, another part said.
Peeking into the window, Bellona was struck dumb at the sight that met her.
Hilda, one of her most dependable, loyal, and trust-worthy servants, having been with Bellona since they were both children, was on her hands and knees, her black dress hiked up around her waist as she got fucked from behind. That was enough on its own to shock Bellona, for Hilda had always been a stern woman, cold and dismissive of flighty romance, no matter if it came from a man of rank or a crush-struck young maid, and had turned down plenty of agreeable marriages to stay close to her queen in service. Bellona had placed her in charge of the kennel the year before, after the last mistress of the hounds had failed to train them to Bellona’s liking. To see her lost in lust, her long red hair spilling out of her frilled cap in scattered strands, her eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of her, her mouth open and panting in irregular rhythms of lust – Bellona was blindsided by it.
Her choice of partner was so unbelievable that Bellona almost couldn’t trust her senses. It was too obscene. On top of Hilda’s back, grasping her waist with his forelegs, slapping into her pussy in rapid, jerky movements, was one of the giant, shaggy-furred wolfhounds that were one of the prized breeds of the kingdom.
Bellona watched in amazement as Hilda let the dog fuck her. One of the maid’s hands held onto the hound’s leg, holding him close to her, while her other hand was kept planted on the sandy floor of the kennel. “ Hnnnhhhhh ,” the maid noised, her lusty sounds punctuated by the wet slurping of dog cock sliding in and out of her pussy. When the hound pulled back far enough, Bellona could catch a glimpse of the animal’s organ, pink and red, covered by a web of darker red veins. Even in the dimmer light of the kennel, it was shiny with juices.
The queen’s mouth dropped open in complete surprise and disbelief. Her mind stopped, unable to process what she was seeing, what she was hearing, and even what she was smelling, as the wet scent of mixed arousal hit her nostrils. She stared, unable to tear her eyes away from the depravity. It hit her harder than anything in Strixis’ lair had, for the simple fact that it was so undramatic. Hilda wasn’t making debauched speeches about birthing monsters, she wasn’t saying how much she loved dog cock – in short, she wasn’t playing to an audience.
“Oh Goddess,” Hilda mumbled, her body stiffening before she trembled, her soft, plump thighs shivering in her tight garters. Her head dropped and a low, ragged groan escaped her throat without any effort by her tongue or lips to shape it into anything resembling a syllable. The hound kept hammering his hips into the maid’s ass cheeks, a back leg rising and scratching at Hilda’s thigh several times.
No, there was no Strixis here, trying her best to corrupt Bellona’s mind with immorality and filth with moments that Bellona could tell herself were staged to entice her. There was just Hilda, a solid, dependable woman, being fucked by a hunting hound, not for others’ enjoyment or critique, but only because of some lust inside her, some desire that could find no outlet except with the dog. Looking at the puddle of slime pooling beneath their rutting crotches, Bellona saw no blood. Either Hilda had lost her virginity some time in the past, or she’d fucked the dog before, and this was just the latest of their rendezvous. Bellona was unsure what was more unbalancing for her – to think that Hilda had been extremely good at hiding this side of herself for years, or she’d decided enough was enough and started fucking dogs since she’d come to the kennel.
Had Bellona been responsible for this? Had she set the fuse of this vulgarity by her own actions?
“Yes, don’t stop, Atal,” Hilda muttered, “I want… I want your knot…”
The queen was torn between her conflicting responses. She wanted to quietly slink away. She wanted to go in and join Hilda on her hands and knees. She wanted to go in with her pride flying high and show the dog slut to the rest of the kingdom, force her to fuck the hound in public as her punishment, so that everyone would know what a shameless bitch she was.
Unable to decide on a course of action, she stared at the mating, all the sensations of the scene burning themselves onto Bellona’s mind – the furry body on top of Hilda, the squirting of the juices onto the floor, the sound of Atal’s rapid panting, the smell of sweat and wet dog.
The hound shoved something big into Hilda’s cunt, and Bellona saw the maid’s eyes spring open and her mouth fall open as a loud, lusty groan left her lips. Bellona knew that noise too well, and hearing it from Hilda’s mouth made her mouth dry and her stomach do flips. Without an audience, Bellona knew that the lewd groan was from Hilda’s heart, that if she was playing to anyone, it was to Atal the dog, treating him like any other young, energetic lover.
But he was a dog!
“ Well, duh, of course it’s a dog, fucking an animal’s hot as fuck,” spoke a voice in Bellona’s mind that sounded suspiciously like her own voice imitating the overly-casual witch.
Bellona squeezed her thighs tightly together, the juices flowing from her pussy beginning to soak the purple of her suit’s crotch into an even darker shade. Her hands rested on top of her mound, fingertips brushing the blonde hairs that were just barely peeking out from underneath, not consciously rubbing, but on the very edge of intentional masturbation.
Hilda lost her grip on Atal’s leg, dropping her elbow to the ground for more needed support, and Atal flipped himself around, so the taboo couple were now ass to ass. Bellona’s eyes widened as she watched Hilda moan wetly through the drool dripping off her tongue, so lost in ecstasy that she couldn’t even form words. “Nggaaaaahhhh…” the maid groaned, “gyyyaaaah!”
Frozen in place, Bellona watched as the two remained tied together. Hilda occasionally shuddered and shivered, letting out squeals and moans that were evidence enough of how she felt about what was happening to her. But after a few minutes, Atal started pulling, and Hilda let out panicked squeaks and yelps, grabbing a heavy stone nearby to stop from being pulled around the kennel. Bellona was shocked at the foresight. No, this was no one-time dalliance, this was just the latest lovers’ encounter between the two she was seeing.
Atal pulled and pulled, his movements leaving Hilda in orgasmic bliss, until finally the woman’s muscles relaxed enough that the canine was able to free himself from her insides. The stiff pink-red cock slipped free, swinging heavily between the hound’s legs. A stream of frothy cum bubbled out from between Hilda’s legs, spattering on the rammed earth floor below Hilda’s hips. The maid was left a shivering mess, her dress stuck to her skin by sweat, panting raggedly as the hound laid down and began cleaning himself. He snapped his head to the window at a noise, but it was only a bird landing on a branch.
Bellona had run off just as the knot came out of Hilda. But she’d seen enough, heard enough, smelled enough. She spent the whole night in bed with her thin silk nightgown pulled up so she could finger herself into a sweaty puddle. Everything about the intimate moment had impressed itself on her, to the smallest detail. The way the dog had panted in Hilda’s ear, the way she’d thrust her hips back at him, the sound of the knotted cock plopping in and out of Hilda’s hole, everything remained fresh in the monarch’s mind, her fingers digging deep into her pussy.
“ If I masturbate enough tonight, I’ll tire myself of this obscene imagery, and fall back to more normal desires!” she told herself, knuckles deep in her snatch as she imagined the furry body on top of her.
And yet after waking late the next day, Bellona still felt her stomach tied up and chest tight as she went through her duties. At her earliest chance, she made an excuse to go to the kennels.
Hilda greeted her at the door with all the formality that Bellona associated with her loyal servant. Even in the summer, she wore her full black maid dress, the white coverings smudged here and there with dirt or slobber. “A maid in a perfectly clean dress isn’t doing her job, Your Majesty,” she’d told Bellona before.
Hilda bowed, and smiled serenely at her queen as a cacophony of barks rang out in the halls and open spaces of the kennel behind her. “It is a pleasure to have you visit the kennel today, as always. How may I serve you, Your Highness? Are you interested in taking the hounds out sometime soon?”
Bellona was almost at a loss for words. How could this woman be the same as the one she’d seen yesterday? Bellona couldn’t see her legs through her dress or smell anything distinctly semen-like around her; yet Bellona knew what she’d seen the day before had been real.
“I really just… I wanted to speak with you, Hilda,” Bellona admitted. The maid blushed, unsuccessfully hiding her smile.
“Oh! That’s… extremely kind of you, Your Highness!” she said. “Please, come in! There’s a room I use for meals that’s a little quieter.” Hilda guided Bellona through the kennel, and glancing around Bellona could see that it was working much more smoothly than it had before, the female trainers with squads of hounds from a half-dozen hunting breeds sitting in front of them attentively. It was a far cry from the directionless chaos it had been before Hilda’s management.
The little room had a small window that looked south, towards the deep forests of Ardesant and the Greatwood that lay beyond the horizon in that direction. For centuries the queens of Ardesant had hunted in those woods, with the forebears of the dogs that were barking in the distance. Had the queens of old known servants who’d lain with them? Had they done it themselves?
“ I bet one or two tried it, it’s easy enough to explain a hunting dog in the palace, or even in your bed, if you really have to…” the lewd voice chimed in.
“ Quiet, you!” Bellona shot back at her inner voice’s chuckling. She tried to ignore it with a sip of cool tea.
“I am so pleased with what you’ve done here, Hilda, really,” Bellona said, honestly. “Even from the little I see here, I can only imagine how many sleepless nights you must have had.” Bellona suppressed her wince.
“ Don’t bring it up!” she told herself.
Hilda shook her head. “No, no, Your Highness! You shouldn’t praise me yet. It’s easy enough to make dogs that sit and stare at your hand, but you have to go past that to make them effective hunters. It took some getting used to, that’s for sure.”
“I haven’t seen you in the main palace for some time. They must keep you quite tied up.” Bellona kicked herself again.
“ Stop it!”
A tired smile grew on Hilda’s face. “That’s true. Sometimes the dogs, especially the young ones… they get very attached to me, and I have to spend a lot of time training them to grow up. They need to follow your orders, or any one else’s, not just mine.”
Bellona nodded. “It’s a very knotty problem,” the words came out of her mouth before she even realized what she’d said, and she coughed into her hand, “but I have always had the utmost faith in you, Hilda. If anyone can turn these dogs around, it’s you.”
With her hands unconsciously rubbing at the hem of her apron, Hilda bowed her head to try and hide her genuine smile. “Your… Your Highness is very kind,” she mumbled, looking cuter than usual.
“Really, Hilda,” Bellona started, chewing her lip as she tried to think of how exactly to word her thoughts, “have you been… satisfied ? Do you want to stay here? Have you thought about marrying yet?”
Hilda took a deep breath at Bellona’s question. “Your Majesty is kind to think of my well-being.” She smiled at Bellona. “I admit I was worried at first, but the dogs… they’re really sweet when you get to know them. We have a strong relationship. They’re very honest about what they want, unlike other men. I worry that men might try to marry me just for my access to you, Your Highness. If I’m surrounded by the hounds though, there’s no risk.”
Bellona’s stomach twisted. Had concern for her made Hilda turn to animals for comfort? She felt like an awful friend.
The timbre of the barking changed slightly, and Hilda’s expression immediately changed into the dutiful servant as she listened for something in particular. Bellona only heard the many animal voices, but Hilda apparently could hear something more. “I’m very sorry, Your Majesty,” she said as she got up, “but I have to help one of the trainers, I can tell she’s having trouble. I’m not sure how long it will take, but I am truly happy you came to see me if you must leave soon.”
“What’s the problem?” Bellona asked. “Are they violent at times?” She sipped at her tea again.
Hilda shook her head. “Oh no, that’s the first thing we teach them not to do. I fuck the hounds unless they bite, and they learn quickly enough that they like how my cunt feels more than being overly aggressive. But they can get horny with the other trainers, and if the girl decides to fuck one, they soon all want to fuck her, and not all of them can handle a training pack at once.”
“ SPPPFFFTTT , ” Bellona spat out her tea as the maid nonchalantly bowed and left.
Bellona panted, wiping at her mouth with as much dignity as she could muster. “You can’t just drop a bomb on me like that!” she complained at the empty doorway. The queen suddenly felt extremely flushed, the desire between her legs even more intense than it had been the day before. She was surrounded by the panting, the barking, the smells of the hounds, even muffled as they were by the heavy mud brick walls. She tapped her foot anxiously.
Hilda had just admitted that she fucked the dogs! There hadn’t even been any hesitation in her voice! The way she’d said it, it had been like she knew that Bellona would understand her reasoning behind it, no matter how outrageous it was on the surface. But where did that leave Bellona? If she let Hilda keep doing this, turning her kennel into a canine orgy, what would happen if news got out? Clearly the maid had turned the kennel around from its previous mismanagement, but at what cost?
It didn’t take long for the monarch to leave the office and follow the turn she’d seen Hilda take. She went past an empty training courtyard, filled with obstacles, and heard panting and moaning mixed with excited yelps coming from a nearby room.
Creeping up to the door, Bellona put her eye to the crack between the door and frame. She knew what she was going to see, but it still shocked her to see the reality.
Hilda rode on top of a lithe, muscled courser with short brown fur, his legs bent down and occasionally kicking into the air. She rode the hound with expert precision, her hips gliding up and down, her snatch devouring his long canine cock easily. To the left and right of her, multiple dogs of different breeds stood, their forelegs on bars, their cocks standing straight out and twitching, already drooling precum. The maid did not leave them unattended, and dipped her head left and then right, fellating two dog cocks at the same time. Beyond her, another maid sat in a chair, her cunt drooling dog cum that one of the hounds licked at, leaving her shaking.
“I’m… I’m sorry Hilda,” the maid muttered, “I know you said…”
A wet pop accompanied Hilda pulling her mouth off a dog cock. “It’s fine, Beth. But these boys are all young, once they know one of them’s going to get some, they all want some. You have to be ready to service the whole group then.” Hilda dove beneath one cock and suckled on a pair of fat, furry balls, her tongue running over them lasciviously. The grateful recipient pounded the ground with one foot, his tongue lolling out as he barked twice.
Fingers pulled aside the crotch of her leotard, and Bellona found herself rubbing at her clitoris before she’d even realized it. The smell! It was even more intense than the whiffs she’d gotten the day before. Eight dogs, crammed into the small, sweltering space, with two eager dog sluts. How many times had this scene played out during Hilda’s tenure here so far? Were all the trainers dog sluts?
“ Goddess, she really does love dog cock, doesn’t she?” Bellona wondered. With how the maid was slurping over a half-dozen of them, her tongue leaving them slimy, their precum pooling on her tongue, and how she curled her tongue back to swallow the clearish ooze, what other way was there to interpret it? The first dog came, his balls pulsing and cock twitching, and Hilda got a face full of canine cum before she got her lips onto the tip and swallowed the rest. When the dog was done with his first blast, Hilda pulled away from him, and Bellona could see the long, slimy strands of spit and cum connecting her lips to his cock.
Truth be told, Bellona had never seen Hilda be so beautiful before. The queen’s fingers pinched at her clitoris, electric sparks flying up and down her body through her womb and stomach.
One by one, Hilda took care of the horny hounds. Each time they came, a little more cum splattered on her face or her busty chest. What did the cum taste like? Bellona wanted to know. But how could she do it without being seen? Without being noticed? She had to uphold her noble reputation.
Catching the scent of a lusty female, a passing young bloodhound, barely more than a puppy, raced over to Bellona. The queen didn’t notice him until he began humping her leg eagerly. Surprise nearly made her cry out until she realized what exactly was on her leg, and she saw the floppy-eared, heavy-jowled young dog, his legs wrapped around her calf, his dick beginning to slide out of his sheath.
Suddenly aware of where she was in the kennel, Bellona felt panic surge through her. She tried shaking the bloodhound off, but the movements of her leg only meant she caressed his cock with her smooth skin. His erection grew more and more stiff, his furry sheath rubbing up and down just above her ankle. The queen grit her teeth, biting back a command to the dog to cease his foolishness. She needed to be quiet, lest the dog-fuckers in the room hear her. Though from what she could see, with Hilda now riding another dog, and a short, long dog clinging to her back as he fucked her ass, the head dog-trainer was well-occupied.
The queen bit her lip. She could leave the dog there. He wasn’t harming her. He was young and horny. She knew what he could smell, and as she finger-fucked herself she found herself sympathizing with the recent pup. Hooking her fingers up to reach her g-spot, the queen muffled her moans with her free hand. She watched as Hilda jerked two dog dicks to cum into her open mouth, each rope splashing against her tongue, and the queen orgasmed.
When the orgasm was finished, the queen was left shaking, her legs weak and trembling. She leaned against the wall to help keep herself standing. She looked at the dog humping her leg, and pulled out her fingers, coated in her juices and, as she knew, her deep, feminine scent. In a moment of mercy, she lowered her fingers to the young dog, letting him lick at her lips and sniff them, getting the full scent of the queen.
The effect was instant. His erection grew rock hard, his knot popping out of the sheath, and the bloodhound came. Not only did he cum, but it was a torrent of canine cum that erupted from his young testes. Sticky, cloudy slime splattered against Bellona’s leg, staining her skin with the stench of dog cum that dribbled down into her shoe. The poor dog came with such force that more than one rope splattered against Bellona’s other leg, and one shot from the right angle got a blast that splashed against Bellona’s crotch.
“No! No, not like that!” Bellona hissed as quietly as she could. “You were supposed to calm down after you smelled that! Let go!” The queen, seeing some of the dogs inside the room lay down, clearly drained of all cum by Hilda, and the maid herself milking the short sausage dog’s cock in her asshole, knew she didn’t have too much time.
Until the other maid got up from her chair. “I’ll get some water for everyone!” she said cheerfully. Then there was no time left for Bellona.
The queen raced away from the door, the hound stuck to her leg, constantly jumping up to lick at her fingers more, or shove his nose against her crotch. Getting to a dead end, noticing the small water faucet and bucket that she knew the maid was coming for, Bellona did the only thing she could think of to escape without being seen, and dove out the window.
Lying on the grass, staring at the blue sky above, Bellona heard the maid just inside turn the faucet and begin to fill the bucket. “Phew, I hope I can take dog cock like Miss Hilda someday,” she mumbled to herself, “she’s a real pro.”
Bellona kept as quiet as she could. She was not helped by the bloodhound slopping away at her cunt with his nose and tongue. The sensation was so unusual, so different from her partners in the past, that the queen was torn between keeping her thighs wrapped around his head to keep him from going deeper and to keep him from escaping. The soft leather feeling of his nose on her clitoris made her gasp.
The noise made the dog trainer come to the window, and she looked outside, but not down. Shrugging, she turned back and turned off the faucet, grabbing the bucket for the thirsty knotters. Bellona let out a sigh of relief, then shot an angry glance at the eager young hound, his jowls making him look much older. “You could have gotten me found out!” she hissed. He replied by licking at her pussy, and she let out an involuntary “ooohh!” in response.
Outside the kennel, Bellona tried to get the bloodhound to leave her alone, but nothing worked. Orders, pleading, stern voices, soft petitions, the dog loved humping her leg, and each time he came, he came so much that Bellona’s legs were soaked in dog jizz. “How do you have so much cum in your balls!” she almost cried out. But try as she might, she couldn’t make him go back to the kennel.
“ Maybe I shouldn’t have let him smell my juices…” she wondered.
But what was done was done. Sighing, resolving to let Hilda know that she’d taken one of the dogs as a guard hound, Bellona looked at his collar. “Hermoso, huh?” she said. She looked the dog up and down. He was young, but already he was getting big. His coat was a beautiful sheen of brown that almost looked red in places. “I suppose you are pretty handsome already!” she laughed.
The queen snuck back into the palace, leaving a trail of dog cum dripping from her legs. The maids could deal with it, she told herself. They didn’t know what it was, anyway.
In her apartments, Bellona finally peeled the dog from her leg, and he immediately began exploring every inch of the space, sniffing at every corner, every piece of clothing, every inch of bedding he could. Hermoso rolled himself on her bed back and forth, stopping for a moment to catch his breath before throwing himself back into his furious activity.
“… Cute…” Bellona admitted to herself. “But he’s just a guard dog!”
Not wanting to spend the rest of the day with dog cum drying on the legs of the noblest queen in the world, Bellona asked some maids to draw a bath for her. She peeled off her sweaty leotard, the purple cloth stained with dog cum and her own juices at the crotch, and sweat elsewhere. When she dropped it on the floor, Hermoso made a beeline for it, running into it so quickly he tripped himself grabbing it with his mouth.
“Hermoso!” Bellona ran to the leotard-covered dog, only to find the dog totally unharmed, his nostrils emerging from under her garment, flaring a few times before he dove back under to explore the deep smells. For how long that leotard had been the garment of state for the queens, Bellona could only imagine how many different womanly scents impregnated the bodysuit. For a dog with such a strong sense of smell, it had to be exciting to have something like that at hand to explore.
That night, Bellona made sure to keep Hermoso outside of her bedroom. She wasn’t interested in him exploring between her legs while she slept, no matter the puppy eyes that he gave her. But when she was in bed, her own hands between her legs, thinking about Hilda’s canine orgy, Bellona slipped one finger into her hole when she heard a scratch at her door.
She ignored it.
Then when she started rubbing her outer lips, thinking of how Hilda’s uniform had gotten stained with dog cum and clung to her huge breasts, she heard more scratching.
She ignored that too.
The queen tried to think about Hilda’s lips wrapped around a fat dog cock, but then her door made a gentle bumping noise in its frame.
That was enough!
Bellona harrumphed as she jumped out of her bed, and flung her door open to look down at Hermoso, staring straight back at her. “No! There’s a nice bed right there!” she yelled, pointing to the soft pile of old blankets not two feet away from the door. But Hermoso didn’t move. “What, do you want it closer?” The queen leaned down and grabbed the bottom layer of the bed, dragging it a little nearer the doorway.
The moment of distraction was all Hermoso needed, shoving his mouth forward and licking at Bellona’s face. The queen got a mouthful of canine kiss, his tongue running against hers. “Ackth!” the queen sputtered, getting a few more tongue lashings from the tail-wagging dog before she could successfully push him away. “OK! That’s enough for tonight! Goodnight, Hermoso!” she declared, slamming the door on Hermoso’s face and throwing herself into her bed.
For the following week, a curious back and forth went on. Every time Bellona tried to masturbate in her bed, or anywhere else she had some privacy for that matter, Hermoso would try to get into the room with her. The queen tried to ignore it, but the dog was totally insistent. He seemed to know when her fingers were anywhere close to her crotch, no matter how far he was when she started. If she tried to ignore him, he scratched and bumped and finally began barking loudly enough that the queen couldn’t possibly ignore him.
The queen found it amusing at first, but her mood began to sour after the third night. She wanted to take up Hilda’s offer to show her how to best train Hermoso for guard duties, but other concerns kept the queen too busy to see her friend (and maybe watch her suck another dog cock). By the end of the week, she was such a ball of repressed masturbation that she found it hard to sit still.
That she was in the middle of a meeting of the Lords’ Assembly did not help matters. On her throne in the chamber, she barely listened to the various lords thank her for her efforts to deal with Strixis and curb immorality that could destroy the kingdom. All she could think about was what Hilda was almost certainly doing, and how badly she wanted to suck a dog cock. Once the lords were done, Bellona stood up, looking as regal as always.
“Lords, We appreciate your thanks, for the thanks of Our subjects are the only praise We desire. I will not say much besides that.”
The lords smiled and nodded. They knew she didn’t like long speeches. They shuffled in their seats, ready to stand for Bellona’s exit.
“…But!” the queen added. “Immorality… many of you know the rumor of the lascivious darkness that Strixis offered. And surely, lewd behavior is unbecoming of us.” The queen panted a little, tugging at her collar. “But not all boundaries are… inviolate. Some are convention. And convention is good! It ensures that all people know what is expected of them. But sometimes we blend convention with immutable truth. Experimentation can be fine, in moderation like all things, and is not necessarily an evil, if it is contained.” Bellona paused for a moment, realizing everyone was staring at her quizzically.
“Sometimes it can be fine to experiment, not every difference from usual behavior is bad!” she cried out as quickly as she could, then jumped to her feet.
The lords scrambled to stand for her as she rushed out of the hall, clapping vigorously at her wisdom. Surely there was meat for them to chew on there! Their beautiful queen had seen the possibility of a backbiting campaign against any whisper of “corruption” in the wake of Strixis’ attempt on the kingdom, and had seen fit to cut it off at the head. Such perspicacity! They were all once again amazed at the shrewdness of their queen, and as they broke into small groups, they marveled at how lucky they were to be her subjects.
When Bellona got back to her palace after the assembly, she immediately took Hermoso out on a walk in the garden. The young hound jumped up and down in excitement, his ears and jowls flopping around heavily as he let out yips of joy. There was no way Bellona could get a leash on him, giving up after several failed attempts.
Bellona tried to keep Hermoso in sight, but the hound’s energy was nearly boundless, and he zipped and zoomed around the hedges, under benches, and over bushes. Bellona chased after him as best she could, her heavy breasts jogging up and down, pressed tight by her leotard as they were, but after twenty minutes she was a panting, sweaty mess.
That was when Hermoso jumped over the fence that separated the garden from the forest. “Oh no!” Bellona cried out. “Hermoso!” The queen chased after the excitable canine, going under the trees, ancient and venerable.
Hermoso himself was having the time of his life. Everything was new and exciting, every scent seemed to hold the promise of an entirely different world. He chased after squirrels, a few rabbits, and even tried to go into a badger’s sett. The last risk-taking almost got Hermoso bitten by an angry male, but Bellona was quick enough to yank the dog out of the tunnel entrance before it happened. But the close call didn’t deter Hermoso, and the bloodhound wriggled out of Bellona’s grasp and ran off some more.
After an hour of chasing Hermoso, Bellona was exhausted, covered in leaves, twigs, and minor scratches. Seeing the dog laying down at the base of a tall tree with wild, jagged roots that swung over and below the ground, sleeping the sleep of the innocent, the queen’s eyes narrowed.
She dove for the beast, and her hands came up short inches from her prey. She was stuck beneath a root, her hips just too wide to glide through the opening. Bellona’s hands opened and closed a few times, but the dog was just barely out of her reach.
Waking up with a yawn, Hermoso dove in front of Bellona. He started sniffing, especially at Bellona’s armpits. Sweaty as she was, she knew there was a scent there, but this was the first time the canine had gone after her pits. His nose rubbed against her salty skin, making her giggle and gasp as he licked at the sensitive area. “S-stop! You pervert! It’s my armpit!” But her admonishments did nothing, and even bringing her arms in tight to try and close her armpits only made the bloodhound try and use his nose to force a way in between her arms and torso. She could only imagine the sweat and smell of her body was driving him crazy. But it made her realize that he was in arm’s reach!
But before the queen could seize him in her arms, he kissed her again. It was no innocent puppy licking, either. His tongue went deep into the monarch’s mouth, the taste of his spit covering her tongue. She sputtered, leaning back to try to get away from his affections, but it was impossible. Hermoso lickes at Bellona’s face until every inch was slippery with his spit, and she even started kissing him back.
“ It’s fine…” she told herself. “It’s just us here, no one else can see this…”
When she relaxed into the kissing, Hermoso’s enthusiasm went up even higher, and he pushed the queen around so she was on her back. Her arms snaked up around his neck and heavy jowls, and held him as they made out together, their tongues lapping against each other, breaths mingling. It had been many years since Bellona had kissed any man so passionately, let alone a beast. But she found herself warming up more and more to Hermoso’s own passion, his heated blood warming her insides, making her womb twitch with need.
“Hermoso…” she muttered between kisses, “do you… do you love me?” The canine responded with more kissing.
Bellona closed her eyes. She was ready, she knew. In her heart, she knew what was going to happen. She knew it was going to happen the moment she’d seen Hilda on her hands and knees. It was natural, really, for a bitch like her to be mounted by a dog. Her heart was ready for it. Her hands reached over the branch to start fingering her hole, preparing it for the knot that was going to invariably fill her in just a few moments.
Hermoso broke the kiss, and Bellona opened her mouth, ready to have a canine cock pressed against her tongue. She needed to know the taste and the sensation of the red organ pressed on her tongue. But after a few seconds, there was nothing. Was something wrong?
Bellona opened her eyes just in time to see Hermoso standing above her, leg raised. From his sheath, a stream of urine began to pour out, directly onto Bellona’s face. The yellow piss rained over her, drenching her tongue, her nose, her whole head from her chin to her hair. The sour liquid made her cough and gag, but her fingers couldn’t stop moving. She didn’t want to admit it, but her pussy sucked on her fingers even more greedily while Hermoso pissed all over her royal head. The hot liquid filled her mouth, until her tongue was a wriggling pink island surrounded by dog urine.
Eventually, Hermoso stopped, and the only sound was Bellona’s charged breathing through her nose, the dripping of piss from her hair and cheeks onto the damp ground below her, and the sloshing of her tongue in her mouth. The queen slowly, deliberately, closed her mouth around the liquid and, with monarchical dignity, swallowed the piss in a great gulp that made her throat work. When it was swallowed, and she felt the liquid coat her throat down to her stomach, she opened her mouth, a sour steam emerging from her maw, matched only by the steam of arousal coming out of her crotch.
Bellona stared at Hermoso. “Naughty dog,” she grumbled weakly. Her angry tirade was cut short before it began though, as the canine took the time to shove his head between Bellona’s legs and lick at her pussy to his heart’s content. Bellona’s harangues and threats and demands became more and more incoherent as he licked at her drooling hole.
“Nnhhoo! Stop! Not there! Eeek! It’s sensitive! Shtop! Shttoooop! Nnnggghhhooooo! Cuummmmiiinnnnggg!”
By the time the queen trudged back to the palace, she looked like a wreck. Her hair was a piss-stained and dripping mess, her cleavage had leaves and mud stuck in it, and the crotch of her leotard dug so tightly into her pussy that her arousal-engorged lips spilled out the sides and her stiff clitoris poked out from under the fabric.
The maids said nothing about it though. Their queen went through many ordeals they couldn’t understand completely. However, it did mean that Bellona had to have dinner with a centauress diplomat while stinking of dog piss.
That night, after a long soak in the bath, the queen entered her bedroom, utterly nude. Hermoso stopped his rolling on the bed and stared at her from his back, his ears and jowls hanging upside down. It was a vision of female beauty that met his eyes, the queen’s curves enough to arouse any male. Hermoso was no exception, and he panted heavily as his erection started slipping out of his sheath.
“You naughty dog…!” Bellona breathed as she sauntered up to the animal. “Making your queen so dirty! I have to… I have to punish you!” Her eyes refused to leave Hermoso’s cock and balls. Hermoso leaped up to kiss Bellona again, but the queen was ready this time. The canine found himself grabbed, spun around the blonde monarch, and then pinned onto the bed on his back, Bellona’s face between his back legs. “You need to learn to respect your queen!” she groaned.
Hermoso wriggled under Bellona’s grip, his movements shaking his cock in front of her. She couldn’t look away. Well, if he wasn’t going to mate with her of his own animal volition, forcing her to be his bitch, she’d have to do it the hard way. As the red cock shook left and right, inches away from her face, Bellona licked her lips. She took the cock in one hand, her other on Hermoso’s chest, and ran her fingers up and down the length a few times, feeling the heat radiating from the organ.
“ It’s not being a dog slut, it’s training Hermoso to obey me!” she told herself. That was a good enough excuse for her.
The queen aimed the pointed tip towards herself, opened her mouth, and dove down on the cock.
“ SSSHHLLRRPP, ” the noise of the royal slut’s dick sucking filled the bedroom. The first taste of dog cock on Bellona’s tongue sent the queen into a fellatio frenzy, her blonde head bobbing up and down the fat organ, already, at Hermoso’s young age, bigger than the ones she’d seen Hilda take. The queen shoved the tip deep into her throat every time, her lips going further and further on the vein-webbed organ with each and every bob.
Hermoso let out an appreciative howl for his queen’s oral service. Bellona’s mouth felt so much better than even her leg had, tight and warm and wet, her tongue writhing around his cock to put even more pressure on it. He had no idea what he was in for.
“ GLLK. KKHHHLLGGG. KKMMHHHK, ” Bellona continued throating Hermoso’s cock for long minutes. Her free hand massaged his heavy, furry balls gently, running over the short hairs, feeling the strong testes beneath the skin. Her hand moved around, squeezing the sheath, then his stiffening knot, and then back down again, in a lazy loop. Hermoso loved the attention, his legs kicking up in the air.
The queen pushed herself as far as she could on the cock from that angle, and her lips kissed Hermoso’s knot. Those lips, which knights around the world knew from poems, massaged the hound’s knot, back and forth like she was a suckling babe. Hermoso whined happily in response, and came without any fanfare.
The first splash of hot dog cum in her throat almost caught Bellona off-guard, but the monarch quickly began swallowing, her throat working as quickly as it could to drain the prodigious amounts of semen the canine was pouring into Bellona’s mouth. The taste, salty and slimy and a little watery, made Bellona cum without even having to touch her pussy.
It took three minutes of continuous pumping for Hermoso to finish, long enough that Bellona was surprised when he did, coughing once at the end and ruining her perfect-scoring manner as little trails of cum leaked out of her nostrils. But she had loved the sensation. The knot had felt amazing against her lips. The taste of Hermoso’s cock in its canine particularity, its heat radiating into her mouth, the fur rubbing her chin and cheeks, the little noises Hermoso made as she sucked him off, it had all been so exciting for Bellona.
“ No wonder Hilda likes dog cock so much!” Bellona thought as her tongue wormed against the still-leaking pisshole.
Hermoso tried getting out of Bellona’s clutches then, but the queen’s grip was still too strong. With a wet pop, she pulled her mouth off his cock and licked her lips slowly and purposefully. “Oh no you don’t, boy. You’ve got a lot to answer for, and your queen isn’t done punishing you yet!”
The bloodhound’s whines and yips flipped between worried and horny as Bellona assaulted the sensitive tip of his cock with her tongue over and over, drooling down his length, massaging the tip with her hot and heavy kisses. It took him less than a third of the first time for him to cum again, and Bellona drank his seed like it was water.
A pair of maids outside the door heard a howl from the queen’s apartments, a long sound punctuated with pauses like a stone skipping on water.
“You’ve still got more in you!” the queen’s voice responded, muffled by the heavy door.
“They must be getting along very well,” one said the other, who nodded in agreement before both pressed their ears to the door.
Bellona thoroughly drained Hermoso’s herculean cum tanks that night directly into her stomach. She fell asleep utterly satisfied that her stomach felt like a filled water balloon of jizz. Poor Hermoso, though, was left utterly exhausted – even his youthful vigor couldn’t stand up to Bellona’s concentrated womanly experience.
“ It’s fine, it’s all training, it’s all about showing Hermoso who’s the boss around here…” Bellona thought as she drifted to sleep, hugging Hermoso tight to her chest, her breasts surrounding his head.
For two weeks, Bellona kept Hermoso mostly in check with judicious use of fellatio. She sucked his balls to stop him from humping the legs of visiting dignitaries, she wrapped her tits around his cock so he didn’t run off too far during walks, she fingered his asshole while throating his rod so that he didn’t interrupt her masturbation sessions.
But contrary to her expectations, Hermoso refused to be tamed so easily, and Bellona found herself face-first between Hermoso’s legs for more and more hours of the day and night. Making out with him left her almost as drained. As he grew larger and larger, Bellona knew she’d have to go further and further to take care of him, especially as his balls seemingly got heavier by the day.
Things came to a head when Bellona was being dressed for a formal reception of visiting royals from the kingdom of Adelheim. As maids tried to set the blonde’s hair just right, Hermoso refused to let go of her leg, humping wildly, making all the other girls besides the queen slightly embarrassed. Bellona, in a giant white dress with a skirt that stretched out almost two meters, sighed and ordered the maids out of the room.
After the girls were out, Bellona grabbed Hermoso by his jowls and stared right in his eyes. “Just lick me quick, alright?” she said, kissing the dog passionately. Hiking the dress up as best she could, the queen spread her thick thighs and revealed her white panties to the dog, whose tail started whapping at the floor in excitement. Then she went a step further, and pulled her panties aside.
Bellona had expected Hermoso to shove his tongue into her pussy like he’d been getting used to. Instead, the canine hopped up onto her, and shoved his cock into the monarch’s hole. “Hey waaiiihhhh!” Bellona squealed before she slapped her hand over her mouth. Hermoso’s cock slipped into her wet hole without any problem, the queen’s muscles immediately clamping down on the invader and beginning to milk him for the slimy loads her body knew were coming soon.
Hermoso swung his hips back and forth with more energy than skill, hammering the outside of Bellona’s snatch with his growing knot over and over again with a rapidity that left the queen breathless. The strokes were short, but so fast that Bellona couldn’t come down from the previous blow before the next one slammed her clitoris with Hermoso’s knot.
“Haah! Hannhh! Nngghhh! Hermoso…!” Bellona groaned as she grabbed the dog by his loose skin and found that instead of throwing him off, she held him closer. Her legs wrapped around the dog’s back, and she leaned back in her chair to give the dog a better angle of attack on her cervix. The pointed tip struck the entrance to her womb, and every time it did so the queen moaned into her palm, her eyes rolling up in her head as her whole body shuddered in sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
“Ohhhh fuck, don’t stop boy!” Bellona groaned out. “Keep fucking me! Ruin me with your dog dick!” As she spoke, Hermoso’s thrusts grew stronger. “Yes, that’s right, just like that! I’m already a bitch! Use meeee!”
Hermoso made the queen cum 6 times in 15 minutes. When he finally shoved his knot into her, the thick, irregular shape popped into her hole and then grew even larger, making the queen squirt as her legs kicked in the air. The tip of his cock pressed directly against her cervix, like a key entering a lock. As she wordlessly babbled, her fists balling on his back, Hermoso pumped a gallon of canine sperm directly into her womb, bathing her innermost places with steaming hot liquid.
Bellona knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. She couldn’t blame Hilda for loving her job and her dogs. But just as Bellona was coming down from her orgasmic high, feeling the cum slosh around inside her, sealed in by Hermoso’s knot, a few knocks landed on the door, making the queen jump.
“Your Majesty, is everything alright? It’s getting close to the official reception time,” a guard’s voice came through the door. “May we come in and finish your hair?” a maid followed up. The doorknob turned slowly.
The queen’s eyes widened, and she froze, trying to figure something out. At the last second, she threw her huge dress over Hermoso, covering him in the frilly white fabric, so stiff that he couldn’t be seen underneath it, as far as Bellona imagined. As the maids came back in, bowing, Bellona put on the most regal and dignified smile she could muster, trying to ignore the sweat pouring down her face and into her cleavage, and her messed-up hair.
Hermoso stayed knotted to Bellona all while the maids fixed her hair back up, and soon they declared her ready to meet the other royals. Bellona stood up, and Hermoso’s knot pulled on her pussy from the inside. But even with gravity pulling the beast, the knot was too tightly stuck in the queen. With delicate steps, panting, sweating, cumming from every movement she made, Bellona left the boudoir and made her way to the major throne room, Hermoso walking himself between her legs on his front paws.
When others saw the queen, with beads of sweat pouring down her brow under her coronet, panting like she was in the middle of a marathon, they knew she was working hard for their benefit, and loved her all the more.
The audience in the throne room went well, with Bellona’s distant cousins happy to see her. They figured her panting and heaving breaths and shuddering were due to the summer heat, and sympathized with her greatly, foregoing the usual long speeches of lineage and family connections in the past to allow the famed queen to get out of the stifling throne room and into the gardens, where the reception dinner was being held.
Bellona couldn’t even see the faces of her cousins, her orgasms were so strong.
“How long is this knot supposed to last?!” she shouted in her mind. But during the dinner, as she mumbled as if she were listening to some foreign dignity, she felt Hermoso’s knot slip the barest fraction of an inch inside of her, and warning bells went off in her mind.
“I’m very sorry, but it’s getting late and I’m feeling somewhat faint,” Bellona excused herself, waving off all the honest and dishonest offers of assistance back to her apartments, and fled from the party as quickly as she could without letting out the lusty moans threatening to burst out of her throat. She avoided pairs and individuals wandering the grounds as best she could. Cum began leaking out of the seal, leaving a slimy trail on the grass where she walked.
Without meaning to, she ended up at the kennel. There were still a few lights coming from the windows, and Bellona knew there was one woman who wouldn’t judge her for what was about to happen.
Running in, Hermoso’s knot finally pulled free. “Gghhhhooooohhhh!” Bellona bellowed in sheer animal reaction as she came, falling against the wall and sliding down it, her legs unable to keep her standing.
Feet clapped on the flooring, and Bellona was confronted by Hilda as the maid turned the corner, dressed in what could only be described as wedding lingerie. White and frilly, it dove down and surrounded her heavy breasts without covering them, letting her huge nipples and dark areolae free. The panties were crotchless, and Bellona could see that her pubic hairs were as dark red as her mane.
“Bell!” Hilda gasped, reverting to her childhood name for her queen. “Are you alright?!” She was instantly by Bellona’s side, wiping at her sovereign’s hot forehead. “You’re too hot!”
Bellona shook her head as she took deep, gulping breaths. “I’m… I’m fine…” she gasped. “It’s… it’s his fault…” she groaned, pointing to a part of her skirt that was moving on its own. After a moment, a dark brown snout emerged from Bellona’s dress, followed by the rest of the culprit. Hilda only needed to see the red cock, utterly covered with cum, and to see the puddle of it seeping out from the queen’s dress, to know exactly what had happened.
“Let’s get you out of that dress, Bell,” Hilda said, helping Bellona up and into her bedroom. Out of the dress, the blonde queen could breathe easier, and she quickly regained her balance, sitting up after a few minutes, letting the cool night air blow over her nude body as Hermoso’s cum continued to leak out of her winking tunnel entrance.
Hilda, sitting on a stool next to Bellona, finally broke the silence. “I was a bit surprised you wanted Hermoso for a guard dog, honestly. He’s too energetic to sit still. But if you wanted a dog specifically for fucking, Your Highness, I think you chose one of the best I have!”
Both women started giggling, then chuckling, then their laughter grew and grew until they were bent over howling, holding onto each other to keep from falling over.
Bellona wiped at her eyes. “Ohh, Hilda. I see why you like the knot so much now. But…” the queen looked up and down and noticed the collar with a ring on it, shining in the candlelight, wrapped around her maid’s neck. “Did I interrupt something?”
Hilda blushed bright red. “Well, Your Majesty’s talk about marriage got me thinking. I don’t want a man who only wants me because I’m close to you. It’s not fair to you or to me. I might only be a maid but I know what I deserve, and I deserve men who love me for who I am.” Hilda smiled and whistled, and every dog in the kennel came rushing in, so many that they filled the bedroom, the room beyond it, and further still, leaving only a small circle of distance. “So I decided I’m going to marry all the handsome hounds in the kennel! I’ve taught most of them how to fuck, and they can make me shriek when they put their backs into it. They’ll fuck other women, I know, but they’ll always come back to me, I know for sure.”
Bellona’s breath caught in her throat at Hilda’s explanation.
Hilda brushed the wolfhound Atal’s head, before leaning in and giving him a sensual, mature kiss, sucking on his tongue for a moment before breaking the kiss. Her eyes shone. “I know I should have told you sooner. I was scared though, until I knew you’d seen me fucking Atal here. But once I saw you watching me I knew I had to go through with it.” Bellona shifted her thighs, a little embarrassed at not being as stealthy as she’d wanted to be.
“I got myself a potion as well.” She pointed to it on the table behind her – a small glass cylinder, filled with a blue tincture. “It’ll make me able to give birth to puppies. So Your Majesty will be able to know for sure where her hunting dogs come from!” The pride in her voice was totally genuine.
The queen was floored by Hilda’s determination. The determination to make happiness where she could, no matter what others might think of her. The trust she showed in telling her everything made Bellona’s heart ache with love for her old friend. But just as much, the idea of Hilda becoming the bride of the kennel made her womb ache with shared need.
Hilda took Bellona’s hands in her own. “Bell, would you marry me to the dogs? I was going to say the vows myself, but I think it’d be even better knowing you tied me with the boys here.”
Bellona was so moved she found it hard to speak. With tears forming at the corners of her eyes, she nodded, her smile wavy and weak. “I’d love to, Hilda…!” she croaked out, before her friend threw her arms around her and hugged her tight.
Hilda had set up a little altar in the main courtyard, complete with an effigy of the Goddess In Coitus, fitting for a marriage rite. The maid kneeled in front of Bellona, her outstretched hand covered by the paws of three hounds, one of which was Atal, representing the whole kennel she would be wife to.
Hilda took a deep breath. “From the moment I came to this kennel, my heart was yours. I didn’t know it at first, and even when I knew I had fallen for you all, I resented it. I resented not being in control of myself, of being under a power that wasn’t mine or my friend Bell’s. But in time I realized that it wasn’t a bad thing. I realized that love was letting go of control over everything…” Hilda’s voice began to choke up. “When I think of the future… the only future I want is one where I’m surrounded by the hounds who love me…!” She closed her eyes and shuddered as she breathed out. The hounds howled in response in unison.
Bellona took her cue. “In the name of the Goddess, I, Bellona, Queen of Ardesant, invoke the blessings of the divine upon this marriage.” The queen intoned in a solemn, dignified voice, or as much as she could in the nude. “Let Hilda Teilbach, maiden, take these mighty hounds as her husbands. Let their joys be shared and grown, their sorrows spread and lessened. Let all walls fall between their hearts, and let love cement them together as one flesh, tied forever together.” She had to adjust the words a little bit for the circumstances, but Hilda didn’t say anything, happily staring into the eyes of the dogs around her, and the hounds didn’t make a complaint. “Please say your vows,” she enjoined.
Hilda wiped at her eyes. “I, Hilda Teilbach, do swear before the Goddess and all the world that you are my husbands, and I am your wife. In sickness and in health, for better or worse, I am yours. I swear to bear your pups, and to raise them with love.” She produced the tincture, opened the stopper, and drank the liquid, far less viscous than Belllona had imagined it to be. Hilda drank half of it, and shook as magic took hold of her body. She moaned lasciviously, and every dog’s cock sprang to attention. After a few moments, she opened her eyes. “I shall bear pups until I die now. My devotion is unwavering,” she said seriously, but smiling with pure love.
Bellona nodded, and the dogs howled again in response. Hilda slipped rings onto the three dogs’ collars, matching her own. When Bellona saw Hilda’s genuine, unvarnished smile of pure, emotional, joy, her heart ached in love for her friend.
“You may now knot the bride!” Bellona exclaimed. In an instant, Hilda disappeared, utterly overwhelmed by the physical presence of her husbands, as eager to seal the deal with their new bride as they had ever been to catch a rabbit or flush a fox or deer out of hiding in the forest.
Hilda was an expert in making the dogs cum, but there were a lot of them. One by one, Bellona could see dogs shiver and shake before withdrawing from the center of the orgy. Through the furry mass, she caught glimpses of her friend. She had her face buried against one husband’s asshole, then she was wrapping her tits around another stiff dog cock, then she was using her soft belly to coax an eager pup to blow his load all over her stomach and crotch, drenching her pubic hair in dog cum.
With every vignette Bellona saw, her pussy grew more and more excited. Before long, the queen was on her hands and knees, spreading her ass cheeks so Hermoso could lick at her pussy and asshole while she pinched at her nipples. She came as she watched Hilda grind on two cocks at once. But she wanted more as well. The queen grabbed Hermoso by the collar and dragged him in front of her, and began slurping on his balls. Her tongue lashed his furry sheath, then went back to his balls. She sucked them into her mouth, swirling them around, coating them with her spit.
But the queen was still on her hands and knees, and there were a lot of horny dogs around. Those who had already blown their load once smelled the queen’s strong scent, and wanted more mature pussy. Bellona felt Atal jump on top of her, and her squeal was muffled by the dog balls in her mouth.
Atal started rutting with Bellona, and the queen soon found herself as much part of the wedding orgy as Hilda, though without as much experience in being buffeted by a dozen sheaths and dog cocks at once as her maid. The queen didn’t know what to prioritize. She went from sucking balls to kissing sheaths to having three tongues shoved into her mouth all at once, dog drool spilling over her lips and down her chin. Dogs shoved their dicks into whatever hole was available, or just on her body if they had to. Cocks slipped between her arms and breasts, her sweat and dog cum acting as lubricant for the dogs to fuck her armpits, cumming all over her bountiful breasts.
Bellona let herself go with the flow. It was a happy occasion! She was just so honored that Hilda let her be part of the ceremony. She knew others wouldn’t understand, but Bellona would understand. The flow of dogs moved the two women around beyond their will, and eventually the two ended up next to each other. Bellona gasped at seeing Hilda, almost unrecognizable from the quantity of dog cum coating her from head to toe. But beneath the cloudy slime was the smile of a happy new bride, and that was all Bellona needed to see.
Hilda was also excited to see Bellona, covered in dog cum just like her, and reached out for her queen. Grabbing her arm, the bride pulled Bellona close and kissed her, their jizz-coated tongues wrestling with each other as yet another dog ejaculated onto their faces, the hot liquid coating them as more was poured into their wombs.
Hilda grabbed Bellona’s hand and pressed it against her pubic mound, just above her womb. The queen felt an unearthly warmth there, and knew that the magic tincture was doing its job, forming a pale pink image of a paw print on Hilda’s skin, and that there was no way Hilda was going to come out of her wedding night anything but pregnant with a proper litter of puppies. The two broke the kiss, and words weren’t even needed to know that the two were closer than ever before now, and Hilda could already start imagining being the one helping the queen marry five dozen dogs at once in the future.
Could Bellona do it? A secret ceremony in the kennel was one thing, but what if she did it in the Goddess’ Temple? Hilda blew another kiss, and the press of dogs pulled her away.
That was when Hermoso jumped over the two, tincture vial in his mouth. He tripped over another dog, and the vial fell out, landing in Bellona’s mouth. The smooth liquid slipped into Bellona’s mouth and down her throat before she’d even realized what had happened. By the time she spat the vial out, it was empty of the magical potion.
Bellona’s thoughts stopped as she scrambled unsuccessfully to escape the orgy. She needed to know if there was an antidote, or something to reverse the effects, or something! But every time she opened her mouth, another dog cock or pair of balls landed on her face and muffled her cries for Hilda’s help. As the newlywed enjoyed ruttings that tended more towards the sensual, Bellona was having two knots shoved into her pussy at the same time. She felt the boiling heat in her womb after only an hour.
By the time the wedding night was over, the sun was beginning to climb over the horizon. The ground was muddy with dog cum and the squirting of the two bitches.
Hilda slowly sat up as Atal finished nutting between her tits, her lips pulling off his asshole with a wet pop. She looked over, to see Hermoso pissing all over Bellona’s head, and she was amazed she’d never thought of her husbands using her as a urinal, no matter how horny she’d gotten. She’d need to try that soon.
Then she noticed the empty tincture, and the pink glow from Bellona’s womb tattoo. “Uh oh,” she moaned.
*****
The two kennel brides kissed each other as Atal and Hermoso fucked their assholes. Behind them, the maids had put out soft blankets, and were ready with buckets of clean, warm water. On their hands and knees, the bellies of the bestial lovers reached the marble floor under them.
The pregnancy of Queen Bellona had been celebrated far and wide, and her repeal of laws against bestiality had been heralded as mercy staying the hand of justice. Then her sudden wedding engagement was announced, and everyone rejoiced.
The bitch queen groaned into her friend’s mouth, and birthing fluid spurted from her dilated hole. Holding hands, they gripped tightly, grunting and panting for breath. “I… Queen Bellona…” she moaned, “am a dog slut! I love dog cocks! I love dogs shoving their knots into me! I swear… I swear that until the day I die, I’ll let any dog who wants to fuck me, and I’ll give birth to puppies forever!”
The High Priestess gave an embarrassed smile at the collared queen. “W-wonderful, Your Majesty…” She blessed the monarch. “May you have many… litters… with your… many… many… husbands…” She drew in a deep breath, and quickly recited a prayer. “Let the Goddess keep this mother and her children, let her be fruitful and blessed.”
“Ohhh! They’re coming! My puppies!” Hilda gasped. Bellona joined in and groaned toward the ceiling of the temple.
“The puppies! Our puppies!” she squealed, and soon little snouts began to emerge from their tunnels.
One by one, puppies slipped out of the two women, and the maids went to work, washing them and wrapping them in little blankets, before nursing them from their own milk-leaking breasts. Every woman in the kennel had joined Bellona and Hilda in becoming dog breeders, and a good number of the maids in the main palace were considering it as well now.
With the last puppy sliding out of her, Bellona felt strange. Hermoso pulled his knot out of her asshole, nearly pulling her rectum out with it, and she was helped to turn around to address the mighty crowd who’d come to see her marriage, not expecting a hundred dogs, or rather, canines in general, to be her husband of choice.
But the queen was happy. She held four pups in her arms, letting them suckle on her huge nipples, while Hilda did the same with her own babies. “I hope everyone will support the crown princes!” she announced with a smile.