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Beautiful Savagery

The bedroom was silent as Prince Aaron stripped off his clothing. His light linen tunic and pale green cloth britches. The rings upon his hands, and the jewelled strands of golden thread hanging from the stag's proud antlers.

He shrugged off the last of his garments. Standing nude, eyes closed, enjoying the peace and quiet after a long day spent in the company of the great wolf clans with whom he was negotiating peace on his father's behalf.

Suddenly, out of the candle-lit dimness to his left, the stag saw movement. He heard a low snarl, and before he could do more than turn and lift his hands to guard himself, a grey bolt of fur and teeth and claws was launching itself at him.

Stag and wolf hit the floor hard, rolling several times as they struggled, before finally coming to rest with the lupine assailant straddling the Prince's naked form.

"Great Prince..."

She snarled wildly, her heavy accent perfectly suited to her deep, gravelly voice.

"...I come with answer from my Queen. My mother."

Her clawed fingertips dug into the flesh of the stag's chest, and he grunted with pain. Aaron did not react though; did not try to strike the wolf or in any way harm her. The truce his people had held with the wolf clans had served them well for centuries, and the recent skirmishes between groups of their two peoples would only escalate to all out war if members of their leading families began to kill one another too.

"She say... yes. There be peace between our families. But only if we join. Only if we unite. Blood-kin."

The Prince's eyes widened. He knew what that term meant, and now it made sense that this wolf was the one pinning him to the ground. Not some assassin. Not a warrior, but a Princess. Her body draped in see through silk of deep red and lavender. Clad in thin, leaf like gold chains and with long black hair tied into a ponytail with jewelled ribbons.

A wolf Princess, in full bridal garb.

Aaron stared up at the wolf, grimacing as her claws dug deeper into his flesh; tempting him, daring him to cry out and beg for her to stop. To show weakness.

He snorted, and with a bellow of might flung himself forward; knocking the wolf off his chest and sending her sprawling to the ground, poised on all fours as he leapt to his feet. Again she pounced at him, but this time he was ready He grabbed her mid-leap, swung around, and threw her with all the force he could muster towards the fine, feather stuffed bed with which he had been provided by his hosts.

The wolf hit the mattress and bounced, but before she could roll off the bed again, Aaron was upon her. Pressing one knee into her crotch, using it to pin her down as one of his arms snapped forward and closed its hand around her neck. Not enough to choke her, but firmly enough to pin her in place, and leave his chest out of range of her smaller, shorter arms. She thrashed, roared and howled at him in rage, but the Prince did not relent. Didn't move until she stopped flailing and fell silent and limp in his grasp.

"I know the ways of your people, Princess. There is a reason my father chose me to lead this venture. I am both warrior and diplomat... and I make sure to know those I am to deal with inside out before I meet them. Combat, negotiation table, or even in the bedroom."

The wolf snarled, turning her head and spitting in disgust.

"Words. Always words with your kind. Do not say. Show. You are warrior? You are Prince?! You are believed worthy of me? Show me you worthy."

Aaron nodded, and spoke the last words he would utter that night as a Prince of his kingdom. The last words of a civilised man, before turning away from his culture and his upbringing, and relying instead upon all he knew of the beautiful savagery of the wolf tribe's culture.

"So be it."

With his free hand, the stag reached down and clutched at the length of cloth covering the wolf's breasts. He tore it loose, grunting with passionate excitement as he saw her chest; small, pert breasts heaving, pale pink nipples standing out proud and firm through her grey fur. No sooner had he started to disrobe her, the wolf began to fight him once again. To kick and strain and thrash, however futile it might have been beneath the weight of the eight foot tall deer; almost twice her size and more than double her weight. Her grunts and snarls of effort rang out through the bedchamber, echoing louder and louder until a deafening, bellowing roar escaped the stag's own muzzle.

He leaned down close, and bellowed into the wolf's snarling face as long and loud as he could. Sure enough, she fell silent; her ears momentarily drooping and folding back, overwhelmed by the intensity and ferocity of his cry. Taking advantage of her momentary lull, Aaron reached up to his chest, free hand trembling with unease at the knowledge of what he was about to do. He took a deep breath, and plunged his fingers into the deep claw-wounds that the lupine female had opened up with her initial assault.

Seconds later, his fingers smeared with his own blood and his eyes prickling with tears of pain, the stag withdrew his digits and pressed them down into the wolf's face. She turned away, huffing and growling, but he released her neck and instead used that hand to grab her muzzle and prise it open. Aaron stuffed his blood-stained fingers into her maw, and watched as she ruefully but obediently began to lick them. Tasting his blood. Sampling the consequence of her own violence.

"Mir Veinu. Ta Veinu."

It amused the Prince to see the look of shock on the wolf Princess' face when he spoke to her in her tongue. No doubt as they addressed one another in the negotiations, the wolves had thought that they were free to talk as they pleased in their native language. After all, what arrogant, ignorant stag would lower themselves to learn such a tongue as that of the wolf tribe!

She whimpered softly, nodding in understanding and closing her eyes; readying herself as she replied.

"Ta Veinu. Mir Veinu."

It went against everything in the stag's upbringing to do what he did next, but he knew he had no choice. They both knew it.

He leaned down close to the wolf, who had fallen deathly still beneath him. He pressed his face up against her shoulder, smelling the rich, musky odour of her fur and the heady aromatic spices that their kind used in ritual prayer.

The stag opened his mouth, closed it around a portion of the wolf's flesh, and bit down.

His teeth weren't sharp. Stags were not after all made for eating meat. But they did their job; tearing through the wolf's skin and drawing blood. Aaron heard the Princess yelp in pain, and after suckling at the wound for a few seconds, drinking in the coppery tang of her blood, planted a soft kiss upon the wound before drawing back.

Staring down at the panting, trembling wolf, he grunted in the tribal tongue once again.

"Veinu Chai. Aemiras."

The wolf whined, her cheeks flushing as she inclined her head in both a nod and a gesture of submission. She reached out, wrapping her arms around the stag's powerful body, and was just beginning to close her legs around his waist when he pulled away sharply.

"Kai."

Her eyes widened at his refusal of her advance, and suddenly her meek, tender demeanour was replaced by the same fiery anger that he had seen before. With all her strength she tucked her legs underneath the stag's midsection, and pushed him off of her with a heaving growl of effort. She rolled away, off the edge of the bed, only to re-appear seconds later; scrambling up onto the soft mattress and using it as a platform from which to launch yet another leaping strike.

The wolf's renewed assault caught Aaron off balance, but not for long. He reeled back, yet by the time the Princess flung herself at him again he was ready, and in no mood to continue this spate of violence. It may well have been little more than foreplay to the wolf tribe, but to his mind foreplay wasn't supposed to be anything like as painful as this.

"_ Kai _!"

Again he commandingly told the wolf no, reinforcing his words with a backhanded slap across her face, knocking her away as she rushed to attack him once more. His size advantage made the blow strong enough to bring her to her knees, and before the wolf could recover from the dizzying strike, she felt a strong, huge hand clutching at her hair.

Shrieking and howling, the wolf scratched and clawed at the stag as he tugged at her hair, half leading, half dragging her across the bedroom to the door through which he had entered. He pulled it open, and with an expression of pure determination set upon his face dragged the flailing, shrieking wolf out into the linen draped corridors of the tribal palace.

There were two burly lupine guards bearing spears and shields outside the door, but they did not react in the slightest as Aaron dragged the princess past them by her hair. They just watched as the Princess fought and clawed at the foreign Prince, and once they were out of sight shared a knowing glance, smirking at one another.

Less than a minute later, Prince Aaron burst through the doors of the tribal council chamber. There, sitting on a pile of silken cushions across the room, was the Wolf Queen. Leader of the tribal council, ruler of the great wolf tribes, and mother of the bitch which the stag was still pulling along by the hair.

At last, he released the Princess; tossing her down onto the ground before him with a grunt of dissatisfaction.

"Hal Veinu. Mis Veinu."

The Queen looked just as surprised as her daughter to hear the stag speaking her language. Unlike her daughter however, that surprise was tempered by respect and disappointment in herself for not even considering that possibility.

"Mir Aemira. Hal Aemira. Unalesi. Veso, ca Compras."

Without waiting for a response from the Queen, Aaron dropped to his knees and shuffled towards the Princess. She was lying still, trembling and gazing between the stag and her mother, as though expecting the Queen to order her guards to kill the foreigner at any moment.

She looked back at her mother one last time, and her whole body sagged as the Queen shook her head, smiling comfortingly.

Turning her gaze back towards Aaron, the Princess' eyes weren't what the stag expected. They weren't filled with fear or resignation. They weren't wide with horror or anxiety over what they both knew was about to happen.

She was relieved.

Genuinely, honestly relieved.

She smiled. Ragged, tousled hair, half nude and bloodied, the Princess smiled at the stag as he knelt before her; still towering over her much smaller body.

"You... not just talk. I tell my mother this. I ask her to let you prove self. And now, you do. You prove your family strong. Worthy of wolf tribe kinship."

Reaching up, the wolf gently stroked the stag's chest; running her hands over his still damp, fresh wounds.

"I... I sorry. For hurt you. Our way. Our tradition. You know this, yes?"

The stag smiled, and nodded. He didn't answer in his own language though, but rather in that of the Princess, and of her mother; still watching their tender exchange.

"Merret lis Totarra. Mis Presa."

A soft whimper escaped the Princess, and without another word she lay down upon the stone floor of the council chamber. Resting on her forearms, gazing up at Aaron, spreading her legs out before him and granting him easy access to the final scraps of silky cloth which covered her loins.

The stag tugged the last of the wolf's clothing aside, and with a domineering grunt grabbed her by the hips, dragging her body close to his.

His cock was hard. It had been since Aaron realised what this was. What the wolf had been doing to him. Not an attempted murder, but a mating ritual.

It pressed against the wolf's crotch. Between her legs, so thick and so very much longer than anything he imagined she had ever seen from her own kind. Wolves did not mate outside their tribe frequently, and while her position as a Princess may have permitted her to have seen and even experienced firsthand the arousal of other species... bridal virginity not being a concern in this society... the tensions between their two nations made the likelihood of any large, hoof bearing species roaming freely around these part in the last few years highly unlikely.

In his own land, in his own time, Aaron would have taken things slow. He would have eased the wolf into it, knowing full well that a four foot something lupine would be physically incapable of handling his body's foot long arousal. But here, under the gaze of the wolf Queen herself, he had no alternative but to show his strength and prowess. To show his manhood in all its glory, and consummate their union in a manner that none could deny.

With one hand still gripping tightly at the Princess' midsection, holding her against him, Aaron began to fuck the wolf. He bucked his hips hard, driving himself deep into her; not all the way, he didn't want to hurt his new mate, but as deep as his cock would go before it met with firm resistence. At the same time though, as his cock began to throb and strain within the female's body, his other hand reached down between her legs. Subtly, but firmly pressing his thumb to the wolf's visible, stiffened clitoris, and proceeding to grind it firmly against his flesh, ensuring that any discomfort the wolf might feel would be overwhelmed a hundred-fold by pleasure.

Sure enough, the Princess' eyes bulged as she felt the male rubbing feverishly at her clit, and her initial grunts of pleasured discomfort; fighting to grow accustomed to the stag's girth and sheer size splitting her open, blossomed into haggard yelps and howls of bliss.

Now certain that she was enjoying herself, the stag was able to let loose a little more of the dominance he knew would please the Queen and Princess alike. He grunted in hungry satisfaction, grabbing the Princess around the waist and spinning her, still impaled upon his cock, so that she could kneel on all fours while he fucked her from behind. Aaron heard his lover squeak in bashful delight as she met her mother's gaze just as he began to rub at her clitoris once again, and saw her head drop as her tail shot upward, wagging wildly and thumping against the side of the stag's thigh as he pounded her in classic canid fashion.

"Chea-la..."

A short while later, with the Princess' head now resting against the cool stone floor, her tongue hanging out and her rear end bucking back against Aaron's every stroke, she uttered a word that the stag had never heard before. Her clawed fingertips scraped and scrabbled at the ground beside her, and Aaron could see the Princess' mother blushing from where she was seated close by. Obviously what her daughter had said was something sexual. Something provocative and exciting. Indeed, as she repeated it again and again, with increasing urgency and volume, Aaron began to realise what it probably meant. What she was saying. What she was announcing to him, as its arrival became increasingly imminent.

"Chea-la! Chea sa Mis, A-Aemira!"

For the first time since he'd started mating with the wolf, Aaron removed his hand from upon her clitoris. He gripped her hindquarters with both hands, and began to work himself harder than ever; pushing into her with such speed and passion that he could feel his heavy, swollen balls slapping against the un-used, uncovered base of his own cock.

"_Chea-la. Chea-la! Ch-... che... a- ahhhhh _!"

The Princess wailed in ecstasy as she came, her pussy clamping down tightly around the stag's own imminently throbbing, aching erection. His bellowing cries soon joined hers, wordless but every bit as clear in their meaning. Hot gouts of Aaron's cum poured into the wolf as her own juices flooded around him, a rich cocktail of their combined lust dripping out from between their two bodies and running down the insides of the wolf's legs, her depths unprepared to deal with the sheer volume of a potent cervine ejaculation.

In the wake of their shared bliss, there was no time for Aaron to stop and enjoy the moment. He had to capitalise on the gains he'd already made, and truly impress the Queen... not to mention his new mate.

He drew back, pulling his still mostly rigid cock free from the Princess in a way that made certain the Queen could see it. It took barely the slightest prod against his lover's side to make her roll over, and her legs were so jelly-like with satisfaction that it took just seconds to spread them apart and bury his face between them. The Princess yelped in surprise, kicking and flailing as a rough tongue suddenly dragged itself across the entire length of her well-worked, stretched out pussy. Aaron wouldn't let her move though. Wouldn't let her close her legs or in any way hamper his progress as he cleaned her up with his tongue; swallowing both his and her glistening fluids alike.

It was only when she was clean, and had started to whimper and pant in arousal all over again at the liberal attention the stag's tongue had been paying to her, that the Prince crawled up the length of her body. He leaned down and nipped her on the shoulder; though not the one he'd bitten into earlier His neck fond love-bite found its mark on her neck. Only then did he kiss her, a brief but savage lip-lock that ended with a giddy scream from the Princess as she suddenly felt two long, powerful fingers pressing their way in between her legs.

She whimpered, and looked with giddy, almost greedy amazement into the stag's eyes.

"M-more?"

Her murmur was filled with wonder and excitement, and when she saw Aaron nod at her in earnest, she glanced towards her mother. A nervous giggle escaped the Princess lips, and she called out to the wolf Queen.

The Prince laughed, and so did the Queen herself.

Roughly translated, what the Princess said came out as...

"If I had known this was the price of peace, I would have had you draw up the treaty on the day of my eighteenth birthday."

Less than thirty seconds later, the wolf was whimpering in giddy excitement as the Prince rose up onto his feet before her, and took hold of her hair in a tight fist once more. She followed him close to heel, panting and leaving a trail of droplets from their last encounter upon the stone floor as they exited the council chamber without another word to the Queen.

Though, that was far from the last the wolf Queen and the rest of the tribal council heard of the Princess and her new mate that night.

They were kept up to date by every scream, every bellowing grunt and every howl of ecstasy that escaped the Prince's bedchamber. Each cry, each beautifully savage shriek of pleasure adding another brick to the foundation of peace between their two peoples.

By Jeeves