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“But are you sure you want to do this?” Amicus inquired nervously, placing the collar and leash loosely around your neck, looking to you for the go ahead to lock it.
“I’m sure.” You respond, moving the hand that you were using to stroke his chest to rest reassuringly upon his paw. “But if you don’t want to, we can throw this stuff away and do what we normally do.” You bring your free hand to his crotch and with a reassuring grope feel the outline of your husband's cock and balls through the fabric of his robe. “We have plenty of fun as is.”
“I don’t doubt that.” Amicus responds with an amused huff, clearly flattered as his chest and shoulders rise at the compliment. “It’s just… I’m worried about how this may hurt you.”
“Ami, we’ve had sex plenty of times and you’ve never hurt me then. Ever since our first time you’ve been nothing but gentle and accommodating. I trust you with my life. ” You tilt your head towards your hand, bringing his gaze to your wiggling ring finger, adorned with the shimmering blue proof of your love towards your wolf. He sniggers at the silly display, accompanied with a pleased wag of his tail.
“Hearing you say that makes me happy, my love.” Amicus responds, turning his head back to you, a conflicted smile on his face. “But I don’t mean physical injury.. You know better than anyone the pain that I caused you. I promised you that I would do better- listen to you, and treat you not as a pet or human, but as my partner and equal. This collar and leash, and the names you wish to be called… are anathema to that, are they not?”
That… does make sense, you think to yourself. The collar itself is an exact replica of the one Alexios wears, which is a given, being a product of the Adastran practice of “pet ownership.” Despite its unfortunate origins, it’s a beautiful and lavish piece of metalwork. A hook juts out from the side, and a downward arrow symbolic of Adastran royalty etched into the design. The attached leash is a matching golden chain, also a product of pet ownership, although one that was sparingly- The sight of one on a pet reflected badly on the emperor as it implied he was incapable of training, so most elected to go without.
“Ami…” You whisper, bringing the hand that was caressing his bulge to stroke his muzzle. You raise your eyes to meet his. When you first brought this- dominance and submission, a collar- up a week ago, he seemed surprised, but excitedly agreed to participate after having what his role as the dominant would be explained. You thought that that would be all, and excitedly anticipated today. If anything, he seemed more excited than you! And reassured you that he found the idea intriguing. But having a week to mull over the implications of this has since left your wolf feeling conflicted and guilty. These worries didn’t even occur to yourself, as you have been together for so long that any issues regarding them are simply distant memories.
“This is different. Being a pet in the eyes of Adastran law is different to being your “pet” in the bedroom. You aren’t treating me as lesser, because this is something I asked for. And I’m asking you because I know that you respect me. At any point if I, or you, feel uncomfortable or aren’t into it, then we can just back out. No hard feelings.”
Amicus opens his mouth as if to raise an objection, but stops himself, looking away with a droop of his ears. He takes a moment to process your words. You see the moment he is convinced, as his ears perk up and he turns back to look you in the eyes.. He plants a quick kiss on your lips, and fastens the golden collar around your neck with a satisfying click. The cold metal caresses and kisses your neck, sending a gleeful shiver down your spine. It’s a perfect fit.
“So, pet.” These words bring you out of your head and to look at Amicus, who is looking down upon you with a confident grin. “Your emperor is tired after a difficult day, and wishes to relax.” He says, running his paws down your back and ending on your ass cheeks, giving them a possessive squeeze, pulling your smaller frame towards him with ease. “You will help me.”
“Y-yes, my emperor!” You eke out, albeit muffled by the sound of your head being engulfed by his enormous furred grey pecs, each adorned with a beautifully perky black nipple and areolae. You notice that he is using a sultry variant of his “Emperor voice”- the voice he uses when he is fulfilling his usual duties. Your cock already begins to stir at the demanding treatment.
This doesn’t go unnoticed by the wolf, moving one of his paws to grope at the growing bulge through your robes. “Oh? I’ve only just started, and you’re already hard? Such an eager little pet!”
You can only respond to his verbal teasing with an eager moan as he continues to grope you, kneading his paws against your hardening shaft and buttocks. All the while, your face is squished between pecs the size of your head, which push your collar against your neck. This sudden switch from reluctance to enthusiastic initiator has taken you for surprise, but you welcome it. You had thought that perhaps his reluctance might be partly caused by performance anxiety, but he’s clearly in his element like this.
Turning your focus back to what’s happening to you, you quickly ponder what you shall do while being manhandled. “Oh right, his tits!” You think to yourself, bringing your hands up to rub and squeeze the pillow-sized breasts. Your fingers sink into the ample tit-flesh, admiring the craftsmanship and effort that went into creating such divine specimens. And of course, you can’t forget the crowning glories! You move your mouth over one of his nipples, licking the perky nub and glazing it with your saliva.
Just as your cock reaches full mast, Amicus ceases his groping and, bringing a finger to hook upon your collar, pulls you away from him, a line of spittle forming and breaking as you are pulled away from his teat.
Pulling upon your leash, you follow Amicus as he makes his way to the foot of your shared bed, and crosses his arms across his chest in a calculated move to squeeze his pecs- something he knows you adore- and speaks:
“I can tell you enjoyed that, Pet.” He glances down to your dick as he says that, your arousal evident. “But licking my tit isn’t going to get me off. It’s time you showed your emperor some more intimate attention.” Licking his jowls, he grasps the bulge that has made a tent of his robe, creating a clear outline of his fully stiffened cock. “Strip. And then remove my robes for me.”
“Yes, Sir!” You obediently respond. Forgoing any sort of strip tease, you quickly throw your robes off to the side, where they land in an ungraceful pile upon the sofa.
“Not wasting any time, are you?” Amicus chides playfully. You would normally feel embarrassed to be in such a rush, but the chastising in this scenario only serves you turn you on even more. Returning your gaze to Amicus, you see him looking at your now mostly nude figure, the collar and leash being the only thing separating you from being completely bare. His eyes greedily roam your body, making their way down and appreciating every curve and muscle he lays his eyes on. His eyes linger on your crotch, standing at full attention, glistening with a layer of moisture around the tip. He eagerly rubs his paws together and his tail swishes behind him, satisfied with what he’s seen, before pointing down at his crotch.
Having his fill of eye-fucking he reaches for your leash, the chains jingling as he wraps his paw around it and pulls you towards him. Moving to fulfil his second order, you bring your arms up to his shoulders and unclip his usual red cape, folding it and leaving it neatly folded on the side. You must treat your emperor with respect, after all, and that extends to his clothes. Despite it being just a cloth draped around his shoulders, now that it’s gone you’re able to appreciate the sheer size and muscle difference between you two. He dwarfs you in both height and width, the 7 foot tall giant towering over you. He can manhandle you with ease, which you have experienced many times whenever you play wrestle, although he’s always sure to hold back to avoid hurting you. You let your mind swim, imagining all the orders this humongous man may give you, his weight bearing down on you, making you serve him as his obedient pet…
Snapping yourself out of your lust-induced fantasies, you turn your eyes towards your objective: His robe. The first thing that catches your eye is his clear excitement, his cock threatening to burst out and remove the robe all on its own. You move your hands to his waist and hook your fingers beneath his robe, and just before giving the releasing tug, Amicus pulls on your leash again, your collar rising from the motion and bringing you to a halt. You look to him, confused.
“Get on your knees.” Amicus sternly commands. You do as your emperor says and quickly begin moving yourself onto your knees. Planting your hands on his abdomen and bringing your lips to Amicus’ stomach, you take in your lovers’ iconic lavender scent. You massage his body and plant kisses as you make your way down, earning a content moan. Reaching the end, your head now centimetres away from his bulging crotch, your eyes glued to the sight. Your knees now rest against the carpeted floor, your collar now rising to meet your chin. Your cock and ballsack are pushed up by your thighs, your cock now laying against your stomach.
Amicus lays one of his paws atop your head, and with a tug of your leash, brings your face between his legs, pressing you up against the strained fabric of his robe. “Breathe it in.” He orders. Your cock twitches. You do as instructed, taking in the scent of his fabric wrapped bulge. While the familiar scent of lavender remains, the primary scent you smell a sweaty, masculine musk that Amicus knows you adore. You exhale and bury yourself deeper, feeling the heat of his pulsing cock and balls, and take another whiff.
Amicus peels you off of his bulge with a pull of your leash, looking down at you with a self-satisfied smirk.
“Now you can remove my robe.” Remembering your original purpose, you bring your hands to feel Amicus’ thick, muscly calves, travelling up similarly thick, meaty thighs, and making the journey to where his robe is tied to his waist. Not wanting to wait a moment longer, you pull down the robe in a single practised, fluid motion. This rewards you with the glorious view of Amicus’ stunning black cock bobbing up and down from the motion, finally freed from its fabric prison. It’s thick, and running from the base to the side is a singular, large vein. The sight of his beautiful black cock is only made better by the rotund grey furred ballsack it is attached to, the contrasting colours serving to make both look more tantalising.
“Good boy.” Amicus coos at you, giving your cheek a light petting, unsubtly sliding the removed robe under the bed with his feet. Basking in his cock’s newfound freedom he wiggles his hips, causing his cock and balls to sway back and forth with them, and hitting his meaty thighs with equally meaty slaps. The leash shakes with him, the chains jangling as your emperor and owner puts on a show for you. Hypnotised by the metronomic display, you examine his cock and notice a bead of pre-cum beginning to peek out of his cockslit. All the while your cock has also produced significant amounts of pre, leaving sticky patches on your lower abdomen, and trails travelling down your length and resting on your balls.
Satisfied with your reaction Amicus, with a strong tug of your leash, pulls you towards his dick. He rests his cock on your face, his ballsack tickling your chin while the tip reaches your forehead. He rubs his cock on your face, guiding it along your forehead and over to your cheek, where he gently slaps it against you, rubbing his cum along your cheek and bringing a trail all the way to your lips, marking his pet with his seed and scent. You wiggle in anticipation and bite your lip as your eyes flitter between his imposing figure and cock standing before you.
“Taste your emperor, pet.”
“About time.” You think to yourself. You bring your hands up to grasp the base and middle of the large cock presented to you, and opening your mouth, bring your tongue to his tip. You taste his salty pre on your tongue, enjoying the taste of your emperor as you swirl your tongue along his tip and slowly pump his length with your hands. You stare into his beautiful blue eyes while he stares down at you from his domineering position above. You appreciate the small twitches and movements of his face as your tongue pleasures his tip as assurances you’re doing a good job.
Your eyes travel down his body, regarding his mountainous pecs adorned with his beautiful black nipples, to his soft yet firm muscle gut that you adore so much. It’s a canvas you’re used to seeing, yet manages to always bring about these feelings of love, admiration… and obviously, arousal.
The new addition to this sight though is the leash wrapped around his paw. The lights of the bedroom reflect off the flawless gold, and the chains travelling from his paw down to your neck reminding you of the collar around your neck, reminding you of your role right now: Your emperor's pet, your only purpose is to serve his needs, and be happy to.
“A wonderful start, pet.” Amicus praises before tugging your leash and edging his hips forward to place his dick inside your mouth, laying it firmly on your tongue. What he desires is obvious, and you’re more than happy to fulfil your role. You swallow him greedily, bathing in the feeling of having your mouth be used and serving your emperor. Your cock throbs and bounces as your head bobs, pre leaks down your length and onto your balls. With your hands now free, you move them up the back of his thighs, grabbing a hold of his rotund ass cheeks and pulling him deeper into your mouth, polishing whatever enters your mouth with your tongue.
“There’s a good pet” is amongst the phrases Amicus uses to praise your performance as you baptise his cock with your tongue, bobbing your head backwards and forwards so that you can bless every nook and cranny, the chains jingling with the motions of your cock sucking. With a focused effort, you push your head forward and manage to fit his entire cock in your mouth, your nose pressing up against his stomach and being met with his balls hanging beneath your chin. You’ve sucked his cock more times than you can count, but the act of going down to the base always makes you feel like an accomplished slut. “V-vita, fuck, you’re a thirsty slut” Amicus struggles to get out. You can feel his cock throb in your mouth, clearly enjoying the tongue bath it’s receiving.
Peeling his cock from your mouth, you glide your tongue along its base and make your way to his neglected ballsack. While you lick at his testicles, you bring one of your hands over to pump his now slippery cock, the other hand occupied by kneading his plump ass cheek. Opening your mouth, you take one of his testicles within your mouth and suck it, savouring the taste of your emperor’s ballsack and do the same for his other testicle, not wanting to leave it hanging.
Once satisfied that you’ve given his ballsack enough attention you begin to make your way back up to his cock, sliding your tongue back to the tip by tracing the path his dick vein provides you, before swallowing his dick down to the base in a single go. His tip tickles your throat, the intrusion expanding your throat and causing your collar to tighten around your neck.
Amicus pulls your head back up to the tip of his cock, and you take the opportunity to catch your breath. As soon as Amicus is satisfied that you’re ready to go again, he slaps his cock down onto your tongue, and grabbing the back of your head, lowers it back down to his base. He repeats this motion slowly half a dozen times to prepare you before picking up the pace, thrusting his hips forward while he pushes you down on his cock. While he uses your mouth as his fuck hole, you cling harder to his ass cheeks, squeezing the bountiful ass as it spills out between your fingers, your toes flexing and curling at the rough treatment.
After few minutes of repeating this routine, Amicus brings your head back to his tip, and you gasp for air as your head spins. Amicus grabs your leash and pulls up, indicating for you to stand. You do so, your legs grateful for the reprieve, marked with a noticeable imprint of the carpet pattern from their time atop it.
Amicus shoots you an apologetic grimace as he notices the marking, but you smile and dismiss it with a flippant wave of your hand, knowing that it’ll fade within the hour. Amicus smiles, and takes this as his cue to get back in character. He pulls you toward him by your leash, and as you close the distance his cock presses up against your stomach, leaving an arc of spit and cum marking your torso, your own hanging in between his thighs. He grabs a fistful of your ass and spins you both around, leaving you at the foot of the bed. He growls into your ear:
“On your back and spread your legs.” He pushes you, causing you to fall back onto the bed, your cock slapping against your stomach. The push was with a calculated strength- not enough to be painful, but just enough to get the message across: He’s in control here, and you’re going to do what he says. You do as he commands and move further up the bed to make room for him as he slides on as well, following you as you reach the pillows at the head.
You adjust the pillows to support your back, and once comfortable, you bring your hands to your thighs and pull your legs back towards your head, giving your dominant clear access to your ass. Your cock tingles as it rubs against your stomach again, your mind racing at the thought of the incoming fucking. You reach one of your hands down to play with your cock, but Amicus intercepts your hand with his before you are able to make contact.
“No-no-no! I didn’t say you could touch your cock, did I?” Amicus chastises, wagging his finger disapprovingly. “I’m going to make you cum for me, my pet.” He says assuredly. This had been something Amicus had wanted to achieve for a while- making you cum hands free. While you had almost managed it a few times, you always ended up needing a hand, so to speak, to push you over the edge. While you weren’t sure whether he would be successful, it’s something you’re willing to try again for his sake. That, and you find it so fucking hot that he’s not letting you touch your own dick.
Moving your hand back to your thigh, Amicus utters a “good boy” before lowering his head to inspect your hole. It’s built up sweat from your activities, and Amicus provides it with some extra moisture when he begins to lap at your hole. The warmth of his long tongue slides against your hole causing you to gasp and contract against him, which only increases his enthusiasm as he laps with increased fervour.
Satiating his want to eat your ass, he reaches over to the drawer to the left of you, reaching in and pulling out a half-full lavender-coloured bottle of lubricant. Twisting the bottle upside -down and bringing his free paw to hover below the lid, he squeezes the bottle, only to receive a pathetic puff of air as a response. Examining the position of the contents in the bottle, and realising it has pooled towards the bottom of the bottle. He tuts, and starts to shake the bottle so that the contents fall towards the lid. He squeezes once again, and licks his lips as he watches the slippery liquid pool in his paw. Closing the lid and placing the bottle atop the drawer he retrieved it, he rubs his paws together before bringing one of his paws to his still-rigid cock and lathering it in the concoction, using the other to lather your hole.
He presses a digit of his paw into you, sliding in as your hole welcomes the intrusion without much resistance. You’re well used to penetration at this point, the issues regarding his size being an amusing memory to recall at a time like this. Still, it makes you proud that your relationship and love has persisted for so long, hardships be damned. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and despite your year’s long separation, you’re glad to be here now. With your beloved wolf… and about to be pounded into your bedsheets.
Amicus balances himself on his knees in front of you as you lay bare before him. He lines his tip up to your hole, and brings it so that the tip kisses your entrance. He nudges forward slightly, gauging your resistance by lightly pushing his tip against your hole. Content with the result, he pushes the tip of his cock in, relishing in the sight and sensations of your hole wrapping around the tip of his manhood. You moan as he enters you, and closing your eyes, anticipate that he will push further in any moment now…
But he doesn’t. You open your eyes and look towards your lover, still planted inside of you, who is now wearing a domineering grin on his face. Using one of his paws to balance himself on the bed, he brings his other paw forward to cup your chin, making you look him in the eyes.
“Beg.”
“W-what?” you respond.
“Beg me to fuck you. Tell me you want your emperor to pound you, like the slut you are.”
You gulp. Your heart races. Your dick twitches. Your ass tightens. Looking him in the eyes, you nervously respond “Fuck me…”
“Louder, pet.” Amicus demands, raising his voice in a way a parent may scold an impetuous child.
Taking a moment to steel yourself, you take a deep breath to calm your furiously beating heart, feeling the air enter your lungs and watching your chest expand and deflate with the breath. You look Amicus in the eyes again, a determination rising within you. He opens his mouth, probably to ask whether you’re still on board with this, but before a syllable is able to leave his lips, you cry:
“Please fuck me, sir! I want you to pound me! Fuck me like the bitch I am!”
…God, this is embarrassing. You had imagined saying those things to Amicus in your fantasies, but you never thought it would feel so bizarre to say it to him in real life. Still, you can’t deny that despite feeling a bit embarrassed, you’re also happy that you managed to say them- your cock clearly agreeing.
Amicus wears a surprised expression with his mouth agape, although his throbbing cock betrays his bemusement. His face quickly morphs into a look of coy satisfaction, and a lusty growl escapes his jaws.
“As you wish.”
Sparing no time, he pushes the rest of his length into your hole, both of you moaning in unison as you feel the other embrace you, and begins to rock his hips.
Amicus leans his body over you, his back arched upwards. He rests his elbows by your sides, and moving to balance his legs on his calves, which now lay flat along the bed. This new position has him completely covering you, his hulking stature eclipsing your smaller frame and blanketing you in his shadow.
Adjusting to this new position you wrap your legs around his back and arms around his shoulders. He thrusts downward, his cock reaching its base as his balls slap your ass cheeks, the rest of his weight bears down upon you. He fucks you into the bedsheets and while your rigid cock brushes against his furred abdomen. The leash currently trails from your neck to uselessly dangling off the bedside, while your collar grips at your neck and presses into the pillows supporting your upper back. The bed creaks from the motion, but you’re confident that the bed will hold. It’s used to this by now.
While Amicus fucks your ass he leans his muzzle down to kiss you. Mouth open and eliciting moans from the pounding he’s giving you, it’s easy for his tongue to slide into your mouth, and your tongues find each other. Your lips lock and your tongues dance as his cock thrusts in and out of your ass, each thrust stimulating your g-spot as your cock rubs against his stomach, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His musculature pins you to the bed, and you are left no recourse but to helplessly moan in pleasure as your emperor breeds you.
You lose yourself in the rough fucking, breaking your kiss to catch your breath. ”Ami, fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck!” you cry as he hits deep, your toes curling and uncurling as he batters your hole. Amicus licks and kisses your neck while you do this, guiding his tongue along your Adams apple and into the cranny between your neck and your collar. He then guides his tongue back up across your chin and back into your mouth. You respond with your tongue, locking lips with him once again.
You lose track of the time as you both become completely consumed by your lust, focused only on the other as you frantically embrace. Amicus unlocks your lips from each other, a connecting trail of saliva connecting your tongues. The results of your lovemaking are clear, as you are both covered in a layer of sweat, breathing heavily. He pants as he continues to thrust into you, and after gathering his breath, speaks.
“I’m getting close. You want your emperors cum in your ass?”
“Yes, cum in me Ami! Cum in your bitch!” You eagerly respond, feeling yourself grow closer to climax as the simultaneous pleasures you’re experiencing bring you to the precipice of climax.
“Good boy.” Amicus praises, before locking lips with you again and thrusting his hips even faster. The bed creaks match the new speed, as do your moans and the slap of his thighs and balls against you.
With one final thrust, Amicus slams his cock as deep into you as he can into you with a concentrated grunt, launching his pent up cum as deeply inside of you. At the same time his stomach squeezes your cock again, the sensation of him cumming inside you and the stimulation caused by the force of his final thrust make your head go blank as you climax. You lock your legs and arms around him, your fingernails digging into his back as your legs shake and toes curl and unfurling as you cum, launching a trail up both your stomachs.
Exhausted by your lovemaking, you both take the opportunity to take your breath and bathe in the afterglow of what you just did. Amicus lowers his head and rests it upon your shoulder, while you use one hand to rub your lover's sturdy back as you use the other to pet the back of his head, planting kisses on the side of his head and the arrow of his forehead.
You unwrap yourself from him, and taking the opening, Amicus flops down beside you on the bed, stomach facing the air and arms splayed to his sides. You lay on your side and turn to face him. You’re too tired to worry about the cum leaking out of your ass, leaving a trail from your ass and onto the bed sheet.
“That… was amazing, Ami.” You say, nudging closer to him and resting your head upon his bicep.
“Yeah.” He pants out, facing the ceiling. “We’re definitely doing that again, aren’t we?”
“Of course.” You respond. You don’t think it’s necessary to ask whether he enjoyed the experience- the fact he’s asking that says it all. You run your hand along his chest and stomach, a familiar movement that is now accompanied by evidence of your lovemaking that you left. Amicus closes his eyes and enjoys the chest massage, signalling his comfort with a bassy rumbling of his chest… until he realises what the cum on his chest means.
“See, I told you I would make you cum hands-free!” he proudly proclaims, his eyes flying open and darting towards you, a smug smile now plastered across his face, his eyes brimming with pride in himself.
You laugh at his realisation, snuggling in closer to your wolf and snaking your arm across his stomach so that it now reaches the other side. You lay your head on his pillow-like chest, while he now uses his free paw to stroke your arm and back, drawing circles with his index finger.
Faking an alarmed look and tone, you give your wolfs stomach a gentle double slap to get his attention, “Oh shit, Amicus, I forgot to tell you something…”
“Yeah? What is it?” Amicus queries, the sudden shift in the tone of your voice making him somewhat worried, his maw drawn in a straight line.
“I forgot to take my birth control. I… I think I might be pregnant.” You manage to squeeze out the last word without letting the laughter building in your throat interfere. Amicus stares at you quizzically as you barely manage to contain yourself, his confused eyes flittering between yours and your quivering lips. Processing what you just said, his lips begin to curl upwards as yours follow suit. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you let your laugh out into his chest as he laughs alongside you.
“Don’t worry love. We’ll get you checked out tomorrow.” He jokingly reassures, composing himself. As your laughter dies down, Amicus asks Com to turn on the air conditioning, and you lay there with your wolf for some time in comfortable silence. Your hands exploring the others body as the cold air kisses your bare, sweaty skin. You’re probably going to be sore tomorrow, but you know that this was worth it.
Amicus’ paw brushes up against your collar. “Do you want to take it off?” he asks, bringing your attention to the fact it’s still there. Less tight, now that you’re no longer having your guts rearranged, the cold air entering the room soothing your neck.
“Take the leash off, but would you mind if I kept the collar on? At least until morning. Obviously I’m not going to wear it in public, but just between us…” you trail off.
“Of course. It looks good on you.” Amicus confirms. He reaches over and unhooks the leash from the collar, letting the leash fall to the floor as he returns to his original position. “We’ll deal with the mess tomorrow,” you both wordlessly agree.
You let out a tired yawn, your eyelids finding it difficult to remain open. It’s midnight, in Adastran time. Your yawn is contagious, as Amicus soon lets out his own, both of you too tired to go freshen yourselves up before you sleep.
“Good night, Amicus. I love you.” You whisper to your wolf.
“Good night, love. I love you too.” Your wolf whispers back, leaning down and planting a sweet kiss on your forehead, before asking Com to turn off the lights. You both close your eyes, still snuggled up to one another. Amicus falls asleep first, his chest rising and falling with his rhythmic breathing. Your ear pressed up to his chest, you listen to this, and hear the soothing beat of your lovers’ heart, the sound of which lulls you to sleep.