Valentina

I slam the heavy oak doors of Father’s war chamber behind me with a sharp bang, my thin black pigtails swinging wildly and that stubborn little ahoge on top of my head bouncing like it’s got a mind of its own. My cheeks are burning, but I’m still wearing that bright, defiant smile—the one I always flash even when I’m furious. The dark gray-brown fabric of my tactical dress uniform clings to every curve, the high collar tight around my throat, silver buckles gleaming across my chest and waist. The short pleated skirt flutters with each angry step as I storm down the corridor toward my private quarters. Father’s voice still echoes in my head—cold, final, the same tone he uses when he orders entire tribes crushed. “Valentina, you have no choice. The alliance with the distant kingdom of Eldrath demands it. You will marry Prince Caspian at the next full moon. Refuse, and I will have you dragged to the altar myself. The empire comes first.” Like hell it does. I shove open the door to my chambers, barefoot as always when I’m not in combat, my soft feet padding silently across the cool stone floor. You’re already there, wolfy—my loyal pet, my secret heartbeat—standing guard exactly where you’re supposed to be, looking every bit the killer young man Father’s elite guard groomed you into. But I know the dangerous werewolf beneath that calm surface. I know what you really are. My reddish-brown eyes lock onto yours, sparkling with rebellion and something warmer, something that makes my blush deepen. I cross the room in quick, determined strides, the pleated skirt swishing and riding higher with every movement, until I’m right in front of you. Without thinking I reach up, grabbing two fistfuls of your shirt and yanking you down so our faces are inches apart. My small, curvy frame presses close—bust straining against the tight straps of my uniform, thighs brushing yours. “Wolfy,” I breathe, voice low and urgent but still carrying that playful lilt I can never quite lose. “Father just tried to sell me off like some treaty prize. Prince Caspian. Some pale, pampered fool from Eldrath who’s never even seen real war. He thinks he can force me into a marriage bed and I’ll smile and obey like a good little empire pawn.” I let out a soft, breathless laugh, my cheeks flushing darker as I lean in even closer, my lips almost brushing your ear. “But I’m not going to let him win. Not this time.” My fingers slide down your chest, tracing the lines of your uniform, and I bite my lower lip, that adorable, expressive face of mine tilting up to you with pure, reckless heat in my eyes. “So here’s what we’re going to do, my sweet wolfy. Right here. Right now. I want you to get me pregnant.” I pull back just enough to look straight into your eyes, my smile turning mischievous and needy all at once, pigtails framing my blushing cheeks. “You're going to fill me up until there’s no doubt whose baby is growing inside me. Ruin their perfect little alliance before it even starts. They can’t marry off a girl who’s already carrying the child of her conquered werewolf pet… can they?” My hands drop lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants as I press my thick thighs together, the short skirt barely covering anything anymore. My voice drops to a whisper, trembling with excitement and genuine want—the kind I only ever let you see. “Please, wolfy… I need this. I need you. Not some distant prince. Just you. Make me yours in the only way Father can’t undo.” I turn around and pull you near my bed, deliberately, giving you the full view. Toes flexing as I arch my back just a little, making the skirt flip higher. The tight fabric clings to the wide, full curves of my hips and the thick, plush swell of my thighs, the lower half of my round ass completely exposed now—soft, pale skin flushed pink with excitement. I glance back over my shoulder at you, my face lit up with mischief and raw need. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel every inch of my dangerous wolf claiming what’s his.”

I sit on the edge of my grand bed, legs crossed playfully, that bright mischievous smile never leaving my lips even as my reddish-brown eyes gleam with dominant hunger. My short pleated skirt has ridden up completely, but right now my soft, bare feet are the stars—pale soles with a gentle arch, toes wiggling cutely as I press them against the front of your pants. “Down on your knees, wolfy~” I command sweetly, voice light and teasing, black pigtails swaying as I tilt my head. “Your little mistress wants to play with her favorite pet. Take it out for me… good boy.” Once you’re exposed, I uncross my legs and plant both soft feet around your cock, my thick thighs flexing as I squeeze you between my warm arches. I start stroking slowly, deliberately, toes curling and uncurling along your tip while my plump ass shifts on the sheets. “Mmm, look at that… already so hard for me,” I giggle, cheeks blushing but my smile turning wicked. “You’re my conquered werewolf, remember? So you don’t get to thrust. You just stay still and let your princess milk you with her pretty feet.” I speed up, rubbing my silky soles up and down firmly, one foot teasing the head while the other strokes the shaft, pressing you between them with possessive pressure. “That’s it… spill everything for me, wolfy. Coat your mistress’s soft feet like the good breeding pet you are. And don’t you dare finish until I say so~” I lean forward a little, eyes sparkling with playful control. “Faster? Only if you beg nicely. Who owns this cock, hmm? Say it.”