“And I won’t. Just shut up and fuck that pussy.”
Max smiled at her. Would he ever get used to the idea that Avelyn was not the submissive type? Sure, she sometimes played her role, but for no more than a couple of minutes. When she reached the point right before an orgasm, she became demanding and controlling. “That’s what you get when you marry a little vixen,” he thought.
“So close. So close, baby. God, I love your cock!”
Her moans had become screams, and he was sure the entire castle could hear them. He pounded harder, burying himself as deep as he could, loving how her hungry pussy clenched around him. His fingers worked her clit fast and firmly.
“Oh, yes! Max!” A powerful, overwhelming orgasm took over her senses, and Avelyn held onto the mirror frame for dear life. She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind focused on the waves of pleasure that started in her clit and deep inside her pussy and washed over her entire body, almost turning her knees to jelly. She heard Max grunt his own release, and she felt his cock twitch inside her. He coated her walls with his hot, sticky seed, filling her up, making her feel complete. She struggled to stay upright, and was thankful when she felt his arms sneaking around her waist to support her tired body. He kissed her shoulder and she shivered under the tender touch.
“So,” he said. “Are you feeling more relaxed now?”
“Definitely.” She met his gaze in the mirror and gave him a smile.
“Good, because we need to take a quick shower and get dressed.”
“Help me choose my dress?”
“Sure, sweetie.”
“I’ll match my panties to your tie.”
“Wasn’t I supposed to match my tie to your dress?”
“Screw that. I’m changing the rules.”
Max laughed and helped her straighten her body. He pulled his softening cock out, and the smell of his cum mixed with her juices assaulted his sensitive nose. Avelyn wiggled her hips, letting his seed run down her legs. The feeling was sexy and strangely comforting. She turned to face him, and Max immediately caught her lips into a bruising kiss. His tongue engaged hers in a fierce battle, and his hands went to cup her ass. He lifted her up, and Avelyn hooked her legs around his hips. He tried to take the few steps that separated them from the bathroom, but realized he couldn’t move with his trousers around his ankles.
“Oops, wait. Not a good idea,” he said against her lips. He almost lost his footing, and Avelyn laughed at his clumsiness. She let her feet fall back to the floor, and watched him as he bent down to get rid of the stupid pants. When he was done with that, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to catch his lips in another kiss. His fingers started working on the buttons of his shirt.
“My panties will have the same color as your tie, and every time you’ll see my eyes fixing on your tie, you’ll think of my tight pussy, okay?”
“Mmm… yes, ma’am.”
***
“How do you like the Schloss?”
“I love it!” Avelyn tried to return Karl’s smile and sound enthusiastic. “It’s more than I could have ever imagined.”
“Not surprisingly,” intervened Jocelyn while motioning for a young maid to pour her more wine. “As a fox-bride, where would you have lived? In a cottage?”
Avelyn struggled to keep the smile on her face. Leave it to Jocelyn to be unpleasant. “As far as I know, werefoxes live in small communities…”
“Villages,” the she-wolf interrupted her.
“… and have nice, comfortable houses.”
“They’ve always settled for less.”
It was impossible to carry a normal conversation with Jocelyn. Avelyn had the impression that all the she-wolf wanted to do was criticize others.
“Well,” said Karl. “I’m glad to hear that you like it. Still, you should come visit London when you have time. Max doesn’t even have to accompany you. Just steal two of his she-wolves and come have a girls’ weekend.”
Avelyn’s ears perked in curiosity. Was that allowed? She sent Max a questioning glance, but he didn’t look her way. He was busy cutting his steak.
“I… I’ll think about it.”
She took a bite of her own food, and chewed slowly, enjoying the heavenly taste. She was sitting between Max and Christine. Karl sat opposite Max, at the other end of the table, and Jocelyn was right across from Avelyn. Every time Avelyn raised her eyes from her plate, she saw the she-wolf’s sarcastic smirk. It could almost cut her appetite, so Avelyn tried to look more at Karl, who was dressed in an elegant suit. The expensive material stretched on his strong, large muscles, outlining each and every part of his impressive body. He was a tad taller than Max, had black hair just as his brother and sister, and his jaw was perfectly shaved. Avelyn had liked him from the first moment she met him and he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. He was the perfect gentleman. Despite Jocelyn’s persistence, he had insisted that their Betas would have dinner with them. Halfheartedly, he had promised they wouldn’t talk business at dinner, but it was quite clear that he had no intention of keeping his promise.