The fine characters you see spending an intimate moment together in this beautiful artwork belong to:
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/historicalyincorrect/
and
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/abeletflint/ who also wrote the story!

At the Paw of Her Throne

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. The gentle sound of steps pushed out from between paw and crimson carpet. The covering was soft to touch but the white-polished marble beneath gave a sense of strength in the Queen's stride and, for the warlord behind her, a sense of urgency to follow closely; if he didn't, then the leash attached to his collar would tense and pull him along with force anyway. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Such gentle sounds and, yet, they may as well have been a drumbeat as they consumed the room with echoes. They were the only thing to be heard this late at night when the servants and attendants of the court were all asleep.

The Queen stopped and it came as a wordless order to the warlord at her back to stop as well. She looked around the darkness of the room, at pillars on either side and the beautifully decorated, now indistinguished, overarching ceiling. Without people to fill it, the court seemed larger than it normally was and, though the limits of the throne room were still visible, in the darkness it seemed to span on into infinity. The Queen and the warlord had it all to themselves tonight. She looked back slightly over her shoulder at him, the corner of her mouth curling into a smirk he found subversive to their usual dynamic. When did he become her willing pet? She let out a quivering sigh. That cheeky wolf! Was she acting bored or did her eagerness spill over because they stopped for too long? Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. She didn't give him long enough to decide the answer before she faced forward again and walked on, bidding him to follow.

They came to the edge of the only lighting in the room. Candles sat on candelabra, a few short tables and even on the marble floor around the throne, slowly burning away with a sweet scent and illuminating the stage on which they would have their play. The Queen's throne, well cushioned with soft pillow and gilded with gold armrests, was the centerpiece of the arrangement. The one who sat in its place would be the focus of a hypothetical audience... and any other actor to take part in the play. Here, the crimson carpet leading up to the throne lit up with lust, slipping extra arousal into their blood streams just from viewing it. And there, before the throne, was a large and comfortable green cushion perfect for kneeling on for long... very long... periods of time.

As the Queen and warlord came into the light, the details of their bodies were put on display. She was clothed... sort of. No nipple, nor tailhole, nor womanhood was exposed but she was hardly fit to be seen by anyone. Long white and silky stockings covered her paws and ran all the way up her legs to her thighs. She only wore these on 'special' occasions, as she claimed, and, though there was nothing special to be celebrated, this told him that tonight would be a memorable one. Red fabric wrapped around her hips and dived into the crack between her cheeks. He wanted to reach out and grab one, to feel how soft and full it was... but she wasn't giving him a chance with her pace. Further up, red fabric wrapped around her back and over her shoulders, tied together to hold it in place over her large breasts and complete her set of lingerie. He recalled seeing her erect nipples and the ring piercings impressed against the bra just a few minutes earlier and wished to see again. In fact, the most decent thing she wore was a hat, a kolpak, much like the one the warlord always wore but with a white wrapping instead of brown.

As for the warlord? He was already completely naked with the exception of the collar wrapped around his neck. She recently joked about getting him a pink one and expected to wear it tonight but, to his relief, found himself wearing the usual brown, red-stained, leather collar. He'd stopped to admire her for a moment too long and the lead attached to it tugged on his neck and brought him forward again. His scars were highlighted in his nudity. He thought nothing of them, if anything he thought the marks detracted from his looks, but, for some reason he could not fathom, the woman leading him always called him handsome; and the scars never seemed to change her mind. He had no choice but to believe her in the end.

Finally they arrived at their destination. The Queen stopped and turned around, now standing taller than the warlord from her elevated position and smiled down at him with satisfaction on her face; not that he noticed. He was distracted by the granting of his wish to see her erect nipples and their piercings against her tight bra. She reached out a hand and held his chin, one finger firmly pressing into his jaw as she lifted it until his amber eyes gazed into her emeralds, framed by her red hair and shining in the warm light of the candles. She had his sight trapped in them now and, as much as he wanted to watch as her other hand reached behind her back and undid the tie, he couldn't look down. It was only in his peripheral vision that he saw the reveal of her nipples and the adorning rings and connecting chain as her bra fell to the ground between them. She kept his eyes trapped for a while longer and then... she finally released him with a nod of approval.

The warlord's gaze immediately drifted down and fixated on her large breasts, drinking them in with no end to enthusiasm. Her pink nipples were as hard as diamonds and their beauty was only enhanced by the golden rings that shone with candlelight. The chain between them also glittered at the slightest motion. This piece of jewellery drew his attention to the rest that adorned her. A pretty red light pierced his eyes, refracted from the ruby teardrop earings that dangled from her ears. On the wrist of her hand that carressed his jaw, he saw her golden bracelets. The light from the candles made them glow and now he couldn't understand why he was able to see past them as they filled all his vision with a gold tint. The turquoise gemstone embedded on one shone beautifully too but... not like her eyes. He looked back up into those emeralds for a moment before dragging his vision to her neck. He did his best to hide a smile but couldn't do away with it completely. Even as she treated him like a pet she still wore her own collar, embedded with a philosopher stone. It seemed to shimmer and change with every second... truly an anomaly in the world and, yet, she had managed to tame it. It didn't surprise him; afterall, she had also tamed him... at least for tonight.

The Queen lowered herself, never taking her eyes off him, and sat in her throne where she eased back into the cushions with a soft sigh. She was not sitting here in an official capacity so she could finally afford to lounge around and fully enjoy its comfort... and in any amount of decency she pleased. She pulled her panties down, off her legs and casually flung them onto her bra. Her pink nub seemed rigid with anticipation. She had taken her place on the stage and was just as highlighted by the surroundings as the warlord imagined she would be. The enormous room seemed to fade away and all of his focus trained on her until she was all that existed. Such majesty brought him to his knees, down to the pillow that she so graciously provided him with, and she seemed to grow in size because of it. All her natural beauty and all that which she bought melded together and created something above him in that throne... a goddess. She was a goddess to be worshipped and he... he was at the paw of her throne.

The patting sounds had ceased and left them in total silence. The Queen smiled as she continued to admire his naked form. She crossed one leg over the other and gently cocked her head, resting her cheek in a hand that was supported by her elbow on the armrest. Her other hand seemed to dance in the air as it aimed to captivate, subtly approaching her nipple chain. She gave it a tug and let out a playful gasp as her breasts heavily bounced. The warlord patiently watched, knowing that none of this was idle activity or performed with indecisiveness. No... she knew exactly what she wanted. She was teasing him and probing for signs of weakness. They played this game all the time, back and forth, so they both knew that putting up resistance for the one who was doing the teasing made it so much more fun. That's why he fought so hard not to show his arousal even though she was showing off her body; even though her paws were so close to his face he could just lean forward and lick them if not for her stockings in the way. Despite his effort, the Queen knew how he was feeling. He was too focused and that was what gave him away in the end.

Abelet's smile was joined by the satisfied expression of half-lidded eyes as she finally spoke to him. "I can't imagine what's going through your head right now that you can possibly stay soft. How much willpower does it take?" She added a soft giggle. "Oh, don't think I don't appreciate it, Jerzy. You're such a good, obedient pet..." As she spoke her next words she angled the underside of her paw at his face and strongly pulled his leash so that his cheek was pressed against her silky stocking. "... remembering that I like to watch you get hard."

Jerzy's lips curled into a smile hidden from her view as she firmly rubbed his cheek and caused her anklets to ding together. The smooth touch of silk removed all built tension from his bones and the blessing of the goddess' paw pumped blood through his veins with carnal intent. Her eyes were almost constantly glued to his flaccid cock the moment she sat down and now they bore witness to the beginning of an erection. Blood soaked into the sponge and made it swell until it pointed directly at her. A pure goddess would take offence at such a sight but Abelet was no pure goddess. Instead of chastising him she bit her lip with excitement.

The Queen stopped pulling on his leash and took her paw beneath his chin to raise it so that he once again looked into her eyes. "There... I knew you couldn't resist me..." And with that, she slouched in the throne as she took both paws and placed one on each of his cheeks. She gently squished them together and giggled. "... my plushy warlord."

Jerzy felt his heart racing to be blessed with both paws on his face. It was pure ecstasy! In fact, it was such ecstasy that he didn't even register what she'd called him, let alone have the strength to protest it. His tongue poked out his mouth through a cheerful expression on his face and made her giggle.

"I'm so comfortable," said Abelet. "I think I should thank the man who put me on this throne somehow but what reward is suitable?"

"This is enough, my Queen," answered Jerzy.

Abelet smirked at him. Enough, was it? She was half tempted to just stop right here and tease him a while longer. She knew very well that he wanted more and that he knew she was going to give it. "Cheeky, pet..." she warned. With one paw kept on his cheek, the other drifted down to his chest and grazed it as it continued reaching lower. Her motion was so slow. Seduction built anticipation in his chest that felt like it could burst at any moment and, when she finally touched her stocking to his shaft, it did. She was taking special care not to touch his glans just yet... afterall, this was a highly sensitive area and a reward such as that should not be rushed.

"I love the feeling of these stockings," said Abelet. She stroked down... and up. "They're so soft and cool. Have you noticed? I don't imagine you feel it often so it must be thrilling to experience; especially here." She firmly pressed her paw forward into his shaft and then released the pressure, allowing herself to be pushed back while she stroked. Her other paw moved from his cheek to in front of his face. "You may take this one off." Spoken as more of an order than permission.

Jerzy didn't waste a second. As amazing as the silk felt on his cheek and his manhood, the stockings were a veil to the goddess' true majesty. His hands shot up from his sides, one to grip her leg while the other dared to reach towards her throne and carefully pull the stocking down. It peeled away bit by bit, revealing inches upon inches of leg down to her knee and further still until, finally, he pulled it down past her loose anklets and off her paw. She smiled and flexed her toes as he hesitated for a moment. This was it... the unadulterated form of the goddess that he truly desired to worship. The underside was so pleasing to gaze upon; pink like cherry blossoms from the far east and maybe even softer than the stocking. As he leaned forward and took her paw in his hands, he half expected her to pull it away but it stayed right where it was. His thumbs reveled in their new-found positions on her pads, starting to massage as his tongue extended and roughly dragged across.

Abelet quivered with delight. She didn't know her paws were sensitive until she'd met him and, since then, their sensitivity had only increased. It was almost impossible to keep a straight face but... she had to! She was the one in control tonight. Oh, but she didn't care if he heard her making sounds. In fact, she wanted him to; he'd only be encouraged to work harder. Soft sighs and gasps escaped her mouth as she tried to focus on keeping a rythm with her strokes. Every now and then she could feel his shaft twitch under the pleasure. Every lick of his rough tongue worked to break down a layer of protection on her paw and, consequently made each lick that much more stimulating. She'd made them nice and clean for him tonight and, yet, he licked like he still needed to clean every inch. She obliged when he moved onto her toes, spreading them for him to make his quest more accessible.

Jerzy was a thorough man. He didn't half-ass as a warlord and that thoroughness now translated into being a lover. He used long drags of his tongue to make sure this was a job done well. Afterall, a goddess deserved no less than the best. The throne room was empty. It was filled with darkness, save for the stage on which they were playing, and all the focus was set on his performance right now. There was no one to watch them but he felt compelled to give an imagined audience a proper show. They needed to know how to serve this goddess like she deserved. He needed to show them what diligence was required of them. She softly moaned as he wet each toe and teased them as sensitive as the rest of her paw. This was art performed on her, for her and hearing her moans was a great compliment... but an artist should see his own work. He gently nibbled her paw pad after a final lick and retreated for a view. It glowed in the candlelight, stripped of protective layers, as a darker pink that was certainly much more sensitive than it was a few minutes ago. Oh, but this wouldn't do... now the art was asymmetrical! Her other paw required attendance and, so, he reached down and gently grabbed her stocking-clad leg. "My Queen..."

Abelet stopped stroking his shaft, slowly beginning to realise that the sensory overload of his licking had ended. "W-what?" A moment later she realised what he wanted. Well, who was she to deny him when he was asking to serve? She allowed him to lift her paw and lowered the other to take its place against his shaft. She shook with pleasure when it touched, burning hot with sensitivity after his affections. But she didn't stroke yet... instead, she patiently waited for her pet to pull her stocking off, like he had the other, and begin bestowing his affections on her paw. She didn't have to wait long. He took his first lick so she slid her paw down his shaft. Physically, it went down easily now that it was lubricated with his saliva but mentally? It was difficult to focus when this paw was so sensitive and he was replicating the process that made it this way on her other paw.

But Jerzy found himself in the same situation. He could feel his saliva wetting his shaft as she stroked. It made it slippery and more sensitive; more like he was thrusting into her slit. And, of course, instead of the silky touch of her stocking he was feeling her divine paw now. With her paw free from the confine of its veil, the goddess deemed it an appropriate time to bless him with more than simple strokes of his shaft. She rubbed his barbs, wherever she found them, which sent sharp pricks of pleasure straight through his nervous system and made him lick with increased vigour. But she wasn't doing it blindly... she knew where each one was. She purposely targeted them and made sure they each got attention; like he was doing for her toes. His barbs were meant to tease her... not the other way around! But if the goddess wished for it to be this way then it was not wrong. He moaned with every little rub and stroke but kept it quiet enough that she could only hear it over his licking every now and then. And perhaps this quietness was what drove her to her next action. She finally touched his glans! All this time it had been neglected and growing increasingly sensitive. The sensation exploded through him and drew out a moan that echoed through the court. She smiled at him with a satisfied look on her face and rolled her toes all around the tip, making sure to wet it all with saliva... and his precum that steadily began to leak a while ago. Then she began to spread it around his shaft, coating his entire cock in warmth and slick stickiness.

Abelet continued to drown in the delight of his tongue and struggled not to switch over to idle ministrations. Such a dedicated pet deserved only the best treatment in return for his service, afterall. She moaned, unsure of which paw's sensitivity was causing it most. At this point? It may as well have been both of them! She was glad to feel his precum on her paw as it was soothing after the rough tonguing, and the warmth fit in perfectly with the surrounding candles. She continued the pawjob with an inconsistent rythm of rolling her toes over his glans, stroking his shaft and rubbing his barbs but, soon, she felt a throb. She'd felt him throbbing already but this one was stronger than before. It was followed by another and another, at which point Jerzy stopped licking her paw and gripped a bit harder as he moaned. And then he exploded. Despite this, Abelet continued to stroke. Cum as white and pearly as the polished marble floor of the throne room shot out of his cock in long ropes and landed first on her stomach, then her breasts, then her thigh and, finally, the last few weak spurts fell over her paw.

As the orgasm died down, Jerzy put his tongue back to work at stripping away the last few layers of protection on the paw he held and she moaned in response. "Good pet..." she whispered. As he did this she reached around behind her throne. "I have a treat for you... do you want it?" She didn't let him answer with words, instead slipping the front of her paw into his mouth and moving it up and down to force a nod. Force was the wrong word for someone so willing but she enjoyed the thrill of power. Her hand returned to view, holding a vial filled with some liquid that he recognised. She wanted round two. He smiled as she opened the vial and began to pour it down from her knee. Plenty of it spilled but enough flowed along her leg and paw directly into his mouth for it to work well enough. He greedily sucked it up and the effects soon kicked in. His balls churned as they refilled and a new erection began to grow.

Abelet smiled at the sight and decided to tease him a little. "Have you ever thought about wearing any jewellery yourself? I think you'd look good! Maybe we could get you a cock ring to keep you hard for me... and I could attach a leash to it and have it replace your collar!" She winked and pulled her paw out of his mouth, lowering it to join her other one against his manhood. In doing this she repositioned herself in the throne a bit and spread her upper legs, revealing that her sex was completely drenched. "Ah... look at what you've done to me."

Jerzy did look. His goddess was dripping just from using her paws and his cum shone on her body in the candlelight. Yes, she was very far from being a pure goddess. And feeling both her paws wrapped around his shaft made him realise that the blessings of a lewd goddess felt far greater than anything he could receive from a pure goddess anyway. They were so soft and puffy, engulfing him in their flesh. One had a decent helping of cum on it and spread it around to make this a slippery experience. Her motions were efficient and each stroke seemed to result in another spot on his cock being properly coated. His barbs were still hyper-sensitive from the previous orgasm and he knew he wouldn't last very long under this assault but, for now, he was holding strong. The slit she formed with her paws was so tight and urged him to buck his hips; both hastening the inevitable.

"Uh uh." Abelet took one paw away and lowered it to his balls. "Don't take more than I give."

Jerzy did his best to keep himself from anymore humps. It was made easier now that only one paw was stroking him again. He'd have been disappointed but her other paw now played with his balls, rolling them along with her toes and working them up even more. She wasn't gentle but it wasn't too rough either; providing him the maximum pleasure before this turned into something painful. His breathing was uneven and it had been this way for a while now; hell if he knew when it started or if he even cared. All he wanted was more of his goddess... so he moaned for her. She half smirked and took her paw back up to his shaft, forming the slit once more. Clearly she wanted him to finish in this position herself. That was easily achieved but it was so hard not to start thrusting. This slit was as tight as a virgin and he naturally wanted to break her in. But he mustered just enough resistance to let her bring him to the edge by herself. He throbbed, feeling his churning balls sending their heavy load up his shaft in a surge of pleasure.

Abelet sensed what was coming and put a paw above his tip to capture the blast while her other paw continued to milk him. Hot cum shot out with enough force to provide her sensitive paw with pleasure as it was coated by rope after rope. There was so much that is simply started to fall back down over his cock and her other paw, making a mess of both of them. As his ejaculation began to weaken, she brought her paw back down and formed the slit one last time as she tightly milked what remained. The last of his cum squeezed out with a few good strokes and dribbled down his shaft and onto her bathing paws.

The Queen finally took her paws away from him and crossed one leg over the other as she had done earlier, sitting up with a proper posture now. She smiled down at him, very pleased by his worship. He didn't know it but while he was totally hypnotised with licking her paws she'd orgasmed a few times. That was why she was so drenched. She didn't plan on telling him; why give him the satisfaction when she could let him think he still needed to please her for next time?

The warlord sunk for a moment after his ecstasy passed. Did he not make her cum? But then he thought back to seeing between her legs. She was unbelievably wet! In fact, she had to have orgasmed to get like that... Oh, so this was her game; a white lie to gain a little bit of extra power over him. His mind raced with ideas on what to do to her the next time he was in control. His goddess deserved a little punishing.

And so their game would continue... as it always did!