A King Needs A Queen - Princess Kasheeri (Patreon)

And here we have part three of this little saga! Anyone not interested in more furry style content may want to give this a pass. Everyone else should read on and hopefully enjoy!

Prologue - Chieftain Ursha - Princess Kasheeri - Eldawen - Lady Amoura - Epilogue 

Princess Kasheeri arrived at exactly noon, a host of disembodied instruments heralding her arrival as she appeared from the depths of a glowing portal. Following in her wake was a host of soldiers, courtiers, and animals alike. All were dressed in flowing silks and adorned in lavish jewelry but of course none looked more resplendent than the bride to be. Sitting upon an intricately tailored flying carpet surrounded by incense and plates of exotic foods she demanded the attention of anyone and everyone who laid eyes upon her. And few could resist the allure of her beautifully alien features as she passed through the castle and towards the throne room. Though possessed of a humanoid silhouette and a fair few traits similar to Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs she was a Jiat-shi, a magically powerful hybrid between the aforementioned races and the many natural creatures of the world. In her case she resembled a fierce lioness as much as she did the awestruck citizens around her, her in particular being near identical to that of the famed desert dwelling huntresses save for ethereally intelligent green eyes and a subtle accentuation of her more humanoid aspects. From head to toe her body was covered in a silky layer of rich brown fur yet despite that fact she still wore flowing silk robes in both a show of modesty and a flaunting of her wealth. While her hands resembled the five fingers appendages shared by the more mundane species her feet were feline paws completely with razor sharp claws and the more 'unusual' anatomy common to her progenitor race. Yet at the same time she was gifted with widely set hips and voluptuous curves befitting the furless races. Though much of her shapely form was hidden away beneath her garb the small, perky sculpt of her breasts and natural plumpness of her waist and everything below it couldn't be more plain. They were as clear as the knowing smile spreading across her face as she floated into the throne room to be greeted by King Latharyn and his council.

“Welcome Princess Kasheeri!” He said in her native tongue, his inflection and cadence only the tiniest bit off, “We're honored to house you and your entourage. Your presence here graces us all with the light of Gilgahan!”

“Well said.” Princess Kasheeri replied in the common tongue. Rising to her paws and stepping down from her carpet she approached King Latharyn and fell into a bow. Her traveling companions followed suit, even the animals, and when she straightened they did the same a moment later. “Your flattery does you justice and we are honored to share in the bounty of your lands.”

“And share in them you shall. But I must confess, we may not have enough room for all the guests you've brought with you. We're unused to housing guests of such magnitude.”

“Your honesty is refreshing King Latharyn but you needn't worry. My entourage will return to the palaces of Gilgahan before long. Only a few servants and pets will remain with me.”

“Wonderful, then allow us to feed and water all your companions while they remain. Though I'm sure your journey wasn't long it seems foolish to waste an opportunity for a feast!”

“It would be very foolish indeed.” Princess Kasheeri smiled at him. An opening door near the throne caught her eye and as Chieftain Ursha entered both women looked at one another. “Forgive my impudence King Latharyn, but have you already decided which bride you intend to take?”

“I have not.” He replied, casting a quick glance at his friend, “I would never dream of turning a guest away from my kingdom. Only once all of you have arrived will I make the choice. If nothing else I owe each and every one of you my hospitality and my gratitude for the part you played in freeing my people and seating me upon the throne.”

“And you can't fuck all of us if we don't show up.” Chieftain Ursha quipped to herself.

Although the words were spoken under her breath in little more than a whisper Princess Kasheeri's ears still perked up and a faint smile still spread across her lips as she heard them clear as day. But she said nothing about the remark, instead turning towards her entourage and proclaiming, “Prepare the wine and make ready the food!”

Not the least bit surprised by their contributions King Latharyn nodded to his own people, “Ready the courtyard and fetch the bards!”

Within the hour merriment had swept through the castle grounds. The gates were thrown open for all to attend as the peoples of Gilgahan shared their seemingly endless bounty as freely as they partook of the food and drink shared with them. Music filled the air when the chatter of eager voices, the laughter of many a celebrating guest, and the calls of countless exotic animals didn't. Minutes blended into hours as customs were honored and gifts were given in equal measure. King Latharyn did his best to spend as much time with Princess Kasheeri as he could but their obligations rarely saw them sharing the same places within the celebration. Whenever they crossed paths he spoke to her of her homeland and made good on every chance he could to impress her with his knowledge of both her peoples and her language. Among his many allies the Sultan of Gilgahan remained the most unknowable and without a doubt the most intimidating. Despite a decade long campaign against the Mad Emperor he'd never actually met the leader of the desert lands in person and only spoken to him without the aid of letters and enjoys a single time, the night he'd slain his predecessor in single combat. Beyond that his most enduring ally was little more than a complete mystery and he couldn't help but feel extraordinarily nervous as he interacted with the Sultan's daughter. If she noticed his fears she was tactful enough to pretend otherwise and she humored his attempts at impressing her far more than he could've expected, far more than she had any reason to. It wasn't until the sun was disappearing behind the horizon and the whole of Wyndelle was bathed in a beautiful amber glow that she finally dispensed with the pleasantries altogether. Approaching him as he spoke with several nobles urging him to marry her and secure trade routes immediately Princess Kasheeri pulled the King away and spoke her mind the instant they were 'alone'.

“Do you intend to bed me before you decide which bride you'll take?”

Sputtering and choking on the poorly time sip of wine he'd taken King Latharyn could only cough out a bleary eyed, “What?”

“Chieftain Ursha made a comment in the throne room. I doubt she knew I could hear it and it seemed to imply you intend to bed each of us before deciding.”

He immediately looked back at his drunken, green skinned companion with equal amounts of annoyance and amusement. “That was not my intention when I first agreed to consider the proposals and meet with each of my allies.”

“But now?”

“Now I definitely won't be picking Chieftain Ursha!” He laughed.

“Is that so? I wouldn't imagine her to be an unpleasant lover. Was she too loud? She very much strikes me as a woman who might deafen her partners.”

“I-I wasn't—that's not why I-I said that!” His face turned a furious shade of crimson and he gulped down the last of his wine, “I was making a joke.”

“I'm aware. And I was teasing you back.”

She looked at him with a stoic expression and he couldn't help but shake his head as he laughed, “Well you've done an admirable job.”

“Thank you. I always do an admirable job in everything I attempt.”

The subtle tone in her voice and the context of her statement sent another wave of heat through his face and King Latharyn came to a stop as he looked at her, “Are suggesting what I think you're suggesting?”

“That we have sex? Yes I am.”

“Then . . . Then you're amenable to my choosing a bride through such a . . . strange criteria?”

“Of course.” Meeting his eyes directly as she stood face to face with him Princess Kasheeri cracked a smile as she said, “I fully intended to test your capabilities myself before deciding. So in truth your methods are rather fortuitous.”

“You intended to bed me?” Feeling both elated and flattered by the remark he couldn't help but ask, “If I don't pass your test what will you do? Return home to Gilgahan?”

“Perhaps if you're truly awful. An ironclad alliance between our lands benefits us both greatly but I have little desire to spent my days beside a husband who cannot satisfy me.”

“That's a fair expectation to have.”

“If nothing else I would take other lovers and uphold the alliance while finding my pleasure in their company. And you'd be welcome to do the same.”

“Is that common in Gilgahan?”

“Of course. It's common in a great many places. Humans are among the few who think it necessary to marry a single partner and remain sexually faithful to them.”

Although he'd heard such a thing many times from his allies over the years King Latharyn had always found the concept so strange he simply couldn't wrap his mind around it. And he had little chance of doing so now. “I see . . . then I suppose there's no reason to be embarrassed about my own, not so strange methods of choosing.”

“Not at all. Assuming the other brides arrive in a timely manner you can likely dispense with the nervousness and speak to them directly about it.”

“I'll do my best.” He chuckled. “This is hardly something I ever imagined myself doing.”

Princess Kasheeri chuckled at his remark and looked around for a moment. When her eyes returned to his there was a certain sparkle in their warm depths. It filled his stomach with butterflies and sent adrenaline coursing through his body. “Unless you have any objections I should like to test your skills out tonight.”

“Oh . . .” Feeling a little giddy and more than a little adventurous as he stood before yet another beautiful woman more than willing to spend a night with him he glanced around as well and replied in a quiet voice, “I might know a quiet spot in the gardens.”

“Take me there.”

Without an ounce of grace or subtlety King Latharyn and Princess Kasheeri hurried away from the courtyard and all the prying eyes within it. Countless people watched them disappear into the castle and there wasn't a soul among them who didn't know why they were departing. If there had been Chieftain Ursha's bawdy comments would've surely explained it all in quite vivid detail. Fortunately for the pair she was speaking of they were long out of earshot by the time she started talking. Indeed within a minute they'd reached the gardens and within another they'd found the quiet little bench he'd spoken of and visited many times throughout the year. Although they were far from the only visitors inside the expansive grounds, and far from the only ones visiting for lascivious purposes the spot King Latharyn frequented was hidden away from everyone and everything else. Tucked away behind a tall hedge with only a single place to enter from and the king of serenity a weary lord rarely found it was the perfect spot to gather one's thoughts. And the perfect spot to enjoy a little debauchery with the Princess of Gilgahan. Indeed the moment she saw the stone bench and realized just how isolated they truly were Kasheeri wasted no time shoving her partner down onto the seat and slipping out of her silky gown in two quick movements. He landed hard against the less than comfortable bench but the slight twinge of discomfort he felt paled in comparison to the excitement of seeing her impossibly voluptuous body laid bare before his wide eyes. Like many a Human he'd often wondered what a Jiat-shi looked like beneath their clothes and he was delighted to see just how similar they truly were.

Though covered in fur her breasts looked every bit as lovely as any others he'd seen, the hair around them not quite as thick as it was around much of the rest of her body, revealing both her small brown areola and the nicely pert nipples that might've otherwise been hidden. Yet as much as he enjoyed the sight of her breasts heaving with every labored breath she took he couldn't help staring at the rest of her gorgeously plump body at the same time. Everything from her face to her arms to her belly had a certain chubbiness that enhanced her natural curves and gave her an amazingly shapely silhouette. While it was so often used as an insult among many people when King Latharyn thought the word 'fat' upon looking at Kasheeri he meant it as nothing but a sincere compliment. As much as he loved Ursha's muscles he loved her soft, jiggling belly and thick, soft thighs. If he hadn't already been aching to touch and caress her before seeing what she looked like beneath her silks the moment he glimpsed how buxom she really was any thoughts or desires beyond that urge vanished entirely. Being able to see the full, mouth watering shape of her rump even as she stood facing him was nothing short of spectacular and the rest of her body more than matched that beauty. Especially as his eyes trailed downward to the incredibly plump outer folds of her sex. Covered in the same downy fuzz as her breasts her vulva perfectly matched the rest of her body and he simply couldn't wait to do more than stare. His excitement was so great he plunged a hand into his breeches and freed his manhood without a second thought. In the time it took him to do so Kasheeri sauntered towards him and mounted the bench.

As her knees slid across the stone and her sex hovered above his member he felt the heat radiating from her sex. It was almost unbearably hot even before he'd entered her and that fact alone sent a shiver throughout his body. When her hands found his shoulders his leapt to her waist. Latharyn resisted the urge to slam her down on his cock and start thrusting with wild abandon. There'd be more than enough time for such a thing after he knew what she enjoyed and what she wanted from a lover. Until he could make her scream as reliably as he could make Ursha cry out he had to restrain himself and think about her. Thankfully she had no such restrictions and the very moment she was poised above his throbbing shaft she did exactly what he wanted and slammed herself down onto his prick. In the span of a single heartbeat his length vanished into her pussy, every last inch swallowed up by the hottest, wettest sex he'd ever felt in his life. Her inner walls clamped down around him in an absolutely frenzy as the rest of her body tightened and her fingers dug into his shoulders. Both of them cried out in pleasure and she clumsily pulled her feet up and underneath her to squat above him. Her warmth spread across his waist and soaked into his clothes while she held herself against his manhood, her slit quivering almost as hard as the rest of her as she slowly leaned forward. For a moment he almost thought she was about to kiss him but before he could purse his lips or do much of anything she buried her face in his shoulder and moaned for several unbroken seconds.

“Are you all right?” He asked, his arms wrapping around her in a soft hug just in case she wasn't.

“Of course . . .” Kasheeri slowly lifted her head to look at him, “I've never felt a smooth cock before, it has an unexpected pleasure to it . . .”

“Oh, I-I'm glad to hear it!”

She smirked at his awkwardness and let out a long breath. “I trust you'll be able to keep up when I start moving?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good.”

Needing no further reassurance than that and wholly unwilling to wait a moment longer Kasheeri gave him a quick nod before rising up his cock far, far faster than he expected. Between the incredible heat and amazing tightness of her sex Latharyn truly didn't anticipate how good his prick would feel as it slid free of her cunt. The deluge of warmth that soaked him as she rose to the tip of his manhood was a wonderfully little surprise on top of everything else and the ferocious impact of her hips against his when she slammed herself back down complete the cycle in the most fantastic way. A loud groan erupted from his lips and he scarcely had time to finish it before she was retreating once more, her own pleasure etched into the rather intimidating snarl lighting up her face. Were it not for the gleam in her eyes and the sheer tightness of her convulsing sex he might've thought she wasn't actually enjoying herself as she glided up and down his prick faster and faster with every rhythmic movement. Luckily he didn't have enough to really think about something that clearly. Not when a plump, beautiful Jiat-shi was slamming herself down upon him with such force he wasn't sure if his body or the bench beneath him would break first.  Because in spite of what he'd said and in spite of what he'd believed when he said it Latharyn wasn't at all ready for the onslaught of pleasure that was Kasheeri straddling his member. Her pace alone was incredible and the faster she went the more overwhelmed he was by everything else he adored about her physical appearance.

Watching her breasts bounce and her belly jiggle from each impact had a strangely hypnotic quality and the intensity of her stare as she looked into his soul was endlessly exhilarating. Before long she was plunging down onto his prick so hard each and every impact sent her fluids splashing across both their bodies. More and more of her fur was matted and sticky with her arousal and much of his once regal attire was stained with her pungent arousal. Never in his life had he smelled anything so intoxicating. Despite knowing how a Jiat-shi's scent affected a Human body he couldn't help but drown a little in her feminine musk. His already aching member swelled even more inside her as he drank in the stench of her loins and the first time it throbbed with animalistic desire she actually faltered just a little bit. As her hips rammed against his she came to a sudden, trembling stop for just a moment. Just long enough to suck in a breath and feel how hard his member was as it strained against her inner walls and sent precum flooding into her body. Just long enough for his hands to slid down her back and grab hold of her fat, jiggling ass and squeeze hard enough to keep her frozen against his cock just a moment longer. But when he buried his face between her breasts and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples Kasheeri couldn't stay still for a moment longer. In much the same way he was utterly overwhelmed by the tightness of her madly quivering sex she was overcome by the ferocity of his ferociously throbbing cock.

She couldn't bear to feel it pulsing away inside her for another moment and the only thing she could do was fly up his length once more as fast as possible. She slammed down onto his prick as hard as she could a split second later and their pleasure rang out across the gardens in an echoing bellow. Whatever pretense and hesitation that'd been present before was well and truly gone as she rode him like it was the last joy she'd ever know in her life. Gliding up and down his cock with all the speed and ferocity she could muster the Princess of Gilgahan lost herself in the pleasure and forgot about the rest of the world as she straddled his dick and smothered his face with her breasts. Feeling him grope and fondle his ass as she bounced on his shaft was far more exciting than she could've expected but feeling him slamming her down onto him soon after, adding just a little bit more force to her already rapacious efforts was something else entirely. Her eyes shut tight before they could roll backwards and she let out a bestial growl as she bared her teeth at him. Her warmth sprayed across them both in messy showers and the wet smack of their colliding bodies joined their passionate cries before eventually overtaking it entirely. To anyone listening she sounded less like the brilliant, cultured woman she was and more like the feral lioness many an ignorant fool assumed her to be. All semblance of composure and rationality had faded, overshadowed by baser instincts and baser pleasures as she was slammed down and slammed herself down onto his dick over and over again.

But that was far from the end of the pleasure she could experience and certainly not the last card Latharyn had left to play. Waiting just long enough for her to adjust to his efforts and find some kind of rhythm among the crashing waves assaulting her senses he did the last thing he could think of: thrusting upwards in time with her rapid descent. His cock plunged into her depths faster than ever before, faster than either of them could truly comprehend and fast enough to send her back arching and her eyes flying open in surprise. The twisted, almost angry snarl vanished from her feline countenance, instantly replaced with wide eyed shock as the impact of his sudden movement reverberated throughout her body. When she rose back up his prick again it wasn't a conscious choice or even an instinctive need, it was an insatiable inevitability. Something she had to do in response to the pleasure echoing to the very tips of her fingers and paws, she needed to feel him thrust inside her again more than she needed her next breath. He was more than happy to oblige the moment she reached the tip of his prick and reversed her course like she had so many times before. Once again his dick vanished inside her sex but Kasheeri didn't make a sound. She simply couldn't. No noise could truly fit how she felt. Her mind was completely empty and her body was a raging firestorm of desire. Though she faltered each and every time he buried his prick inside her she couldn't help but fly back up his length and repeat the amazing cycle over again.

Not even her own ecstasy and the furious convulsions that accompanied it could stand in the way of her riding her dick and encouraging him to shove it balls deep into her cunt over and over and over again without end. While pleasure swirled through her like a raging storm and she soaked them both in a deluge of warm fluids  While her limbs failed and her body trembled so violently she nearly collapsed to the ground entirely. While her head tilted back and she roared at the heavens in a wild, defiant scream. Through it all her fat ass bounced up and down his cock and her tight cunt spasmed around his throbbing dick. Minutes stretched on into what felt like hours as she prolonged her already incredible pleasure through sheer, thoughtless determination and the same insatiable need so many other members of her race felt when enjoying the company of furless lovers for the first time. Even if she'd wanted to Kasheeri simply couldn't stop. Not as long as her partner's length continued to plunge into her sex as ferociously as it did. Fortunately for her waning sanity and his sore bones Latharyn couldn't help but slow his thrusts as she continued to convulse and spasm atop his member. He certainly didn't want to but the sheer strength required to keep going was a bit more than he could handle after a taxing day of ruling and many a wild night spent in Ursha's bed. The best he was able to manage was slowly lessening his pace as gently as possible and letting her come down from the euphoria of her climax at a less abrupt speed. She continued to ride his twitching length for a good while longer than he expected even after he'd stopped thrusting entirely and even when she finally fell still her hips kept grinding and gyrating against him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight.

“That was adequately done.” She murmured into his ear.

“Thank you.” He replied with a laugh.

“I'm quite certain your anatomy gave you an advantage.”

“Then why don't we keep going? Now that you're aware of my advantage I'm sure it won't affect you as much.”

Pulling back to smile at him Kasheeri licked her lips and remarked, “I can only hope that isn't true.”

“I doubt it will be. But we should be certain. Before we agree to any terms.”

“I agree.”

They grinned at one another for a moment and he gave her ass a nice little squeeze, “Maybe this time you can make me finish.”

“Oh I intend to.” Squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath Kasheeri looked at him with a wild eyed smile, “I can't be certain of anything until I do.”

“Of course not.”