Arcadia Resurgence by Vague Vermillion (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .TXT) 📕

"KEEP IT THERE!" Midna ordered the wolf. "KEEP HITTING THERE!"

Wolf Link didn't need to be told twice. He rubbed his massive cock against her fornix, the deepest part of her pussy. Wolf Link was heavily stimulating her uterus with his fucking.

Many heated emotions ran through Midna's mind, unable to think clearly. She never wanted this moment to end, and it looked like it would never end because Wolf Link fucked with such primordial passion. She felt like she was going to become unconscious from all this fucking that the wolf was doing to her. The pleasure was way too much for Midna but her orgasm had yet to arrive.

Continuing his bestial panting he tightened his grip on her groin he spread his hind legs and placed them beside Midna's, deepening himself even farther.

"OH FUCK!" Midna screamed desperately in ecstasy. "GOOD BOY WOLF LINK! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Wolf Link's claws almost piercing Midna's grey skin he pushed his canine pelvis against her ass even harder, actually pinning her between him and the bed. Whining loudly as continued pumping his throbbing dick aggressively into the Twili's drenched pussy.

Reaching behind her and grabbing Wolf Link's hind legs Midna held him firmly in place, screaming out loud in pleasure. Slobber leaked freely from the wolf's mouth as he whined in pleasure, Wolf Link could feel the muscles in his powerful forearms flex from pulling on her groin so hard.

"OH GODDESSES!" Midna screamed. "AAHHH!"

Panting in exhaustion and elation tears of ecstasy fell from Midna's eyes, her damp hair matted to her head; she could feel Wolf Link's pre-cum leaking from his cock. Wolf Link suppressed his orgasm from coming as he wanted to last as long as he could.

Abruptly the door to the bedroom chamber open, and in walked Casca, the messenger of Parliament.

"Sire," he said. "Parliament wanted to…" then he saw what was happening in the room, and it was a complete shock.

When Midna saw him, a look of anger came across her face. "GO AWAY!" she roared. Wolf Link seemed unfazed by his presence.

"But the king is needed-"

"I DON'T CARE!" Midna cut him off. "TELL THEM THE KING IS BUSY!"

Frighten by the queen's rage he immediately closed the door and ran down the hall.

At that moment Midna felt her release finally come. Her muscles tensed tightly climaxing very hard onto Wolf Link's dick, screaming his name. The feeling made Wolf Link lose all of his orgasm control, and howling at the ceiling he released all the stress, ejaculating his wolf semen into her womb, the fluids feeling so warm inside her. Wolf Link slowed his thrusts down and eventually stopped. He remained mounted on her for a few minutes before unlocking his knot and climbing off her. Midna fell to her side, completely worn out. Wolf Link went over to her front and licked her face gently.

"Link…that…was…" she panted heavily. "…" Midna couldn't even find the word to describe it.

"Well, I do what I can." Wolf Link said slyly. "And thank you Midna. I do feel much better now."

The thick odor of sex filled the whole room, Wolf Link waited for his huge erection to go back into its sheath before he lay down beside her, keeping her body warm on the cold stone floor. Wolf Link wondered what Parliament would say to him tomorrow during the briefing after Casca saw them. But he would deal with that when the time came. Link rolled on his side, his back facing Midna. She wrapped her arm around his chest and pulled him closer, smelling the thick spikes of green fur. She slowly but eventually fell asleep, the blue-eyed beast by her side.

Samantha walked in the front door and gracelessly dropped her bag to the floor. She let out a groan and set her keys on the table, kicking off her shoes and walking into the warmth of the kitchen. Pulling her cell phone out of her back pocket, Sam scrolled through the conversation from just before she'd left for home:

M: how is the day going?

S: incredibly frustrating 

M: tell me

S: it's a long story 

M: call me

And she had, explaining the frustrations and pressures, sharing the feeling of being overwhelmed while he listened patiently and sympathetically. He offered his love, and when they hung up, he sent one more message:

M: message me when you arrive home

Samantha typed "home safe," and hit send. She sat at the table and played back through the day, losing herself in her daydreams and reliving the moments that made her tense. She wondered if she should have handled things differently. A familiar tension rose up between her shoulder blades, and she was startled out of her thoughts by the message alert on her phone. Glancing at the screen without touching it, she read,

M: Good girl. Now stop.

With a puzzled thought, she typed quickly.

S: Stop what?

M: Thinking so hard. 

S: Lol, get out of my head.

M: Stop, sweetheart. It's time to let it go for the day. You're done. You're mine now.

The corners of Samantha's mouth turned up in a small smile. She loved when he said that to her. As if she didn't belong to him just as entirely for the rest of the day. But he knew her well, and knew she'd be fixating on all the things she couldn't change. She curled up in her chair, tucking her feet against the edge of the table while being grateful he wasn't there to see it. Smiling to herself, she wrote back:

S: I'm always yours.

M: Yes you are. And I would like you to do some things for me tonight.

S: What kind of things?

M: First, you will go to your spot and kneel. You will close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing and nothing else for five minutes. Do you understand?

S: Yes, Sir.

M: Good. Next I would like you to do your chores. Tonight you will do your laundry, and decide what you'd like for dinner, then start it...keeping in mind that chocolate is not an option. I expect something with nutritional value. Tidy up our bedroom, as well, please. When I arrive home, I expect to find you waiting in your place in our playroom, ready for me. 

She read the message over and over. She knew what he was doing, and it was already working. He was refocusing her. Giving her a purpose and allowing her to let go, to stop being Samantha and start being His. It was as easy as breathing now, and she felt the eager anticipation begin to build within her.

S: Yes, Master.

M: Good girl. Get started now.

S: Ok, Sir.

Samantha stood and started for the bedroom, feeling the sense of calm that only her Sir could create spreading through her. Pulling her shirt over her head, she tossed it in the laundry basket, and followed it with the rest of her clothes. When she knelt, she was to be naked. It was a rule. She pulled one of Sir's t-shirts out of the closet and a pair of shorts out of her own, then headed back toward the living room. Pausing at the doorway, Sam took in the chair her Sir preferred to sit in, and her spot on the floor at its side. There was a small, soft pillow and blanket there, put in place one day by her Sir, and left for her comfort. She dropped the clothes on the chair before picking up and folding the blanket until it formed a small pad, and set it down. Letting her knees fall on top of it, she settled into position. 

She loved this. Admittedly, she loved it more when her Sir was in the chair, but this would do for now. She let her breathing take on a calm, deep rhythm and tried to focus on it, but her mind kept wandering to how she might please her Sir later. 

Focus, Sam told herself. Just breath

In.

Out.

In. 

Out.

Every time her thoughts would stray, Samantha forced them back. The tension eased out of her body, until her muscles felt loose and pliant. She slowly became aware of how much time had passed, and opened her eyes to glance at the clock. 

Well, shit. She'd spent more time than the required five minutes lost in kneeling. She needed to get her ass in gear if she was going to be ready and in place before Sir got home. 

Sam tossed Sir's t-shirt over her head, and pulled on her shorts, not bothering with underwear - She wouldn't be wearing them for very long anyway - and dashed off to get her chores accomplished. 

Laundry in, dinner set to warm, and fresh from a shower, Samantha had minutes to spare before Sir arrived. Finishing up some last-minute tidying, she heard his truck pull into the driveway, and let her grin spread across her face. It was time.

She tossed her clothes into a pile on the now-clean bedroom floor, and bolted for the playroom, making a bee-line past the St. Andrew's cross and horse, and heading for the large bed against the far wall. This was her spot for waiting unless specifically instructed otherwise. 

Her Sir called her default position "Show me", and she climbed onto the bed and settled into it as her heart began to pound. On her knees, face down, with the upper half of her body on the bed. Legs wide. Her ass and pussy exposed and accessible.

And already, she was wet. Again, Samantha focused on her breathing, straining to hear the soft click as the front door closed. He was home. Her Sir was here. 

And she waited. Knowing he was drawing it out; letting her feel the anticipation. Her thoughts drifted, wondering what was to come this evening. How would her Sir use her tonight? It didn't matter. She was his. She wanted to be his.

Finally, she heard him coming down the hall. He entered the room and brushed a hand over her upturned ass as he passed her. He stopped at the head of the bed, looking her over.

"Hello, sweetheart," He said, his voice sending shivers down Samantha's spine.

"Hi, Sir," she whispered back.

He crouched beside her and she turned her face to meet his gaze. 

"You had a hard day today," he murmured, brushing his hand over her long, dark hair.

"Yeah. It kinda sucked."

Her Sir chuckled softly before saying, "It's over now. I'm here."

She smiled at him, "yes, Sir."

"Would you like me to make it better?"

"Yes, please, Sir"

"Ok, sweetheart." he said, and slid his hand through her hair, and down her back. Every inch of skin he touched becoming sensitized for him. 

Sam sighed deeply. This was freedom to her. No more struggling. Now, her job was simply to feel, and obey, and cum for her Sir.

He moved behind her, running his hands over her ass, kneading and stroking. She knew what was coming. She couldn't help but tense, and sure enough... SMACK.

Where his hand struck stung sharply, and he rubbed over the spot for a moment before striking again, SMACK. He switched to the other cheek, and repeated the process. Samantha couldn't help but flinch, jumping slightly. 

Again, his hand connected. And again. After