A long-awaited picture that was well worth the wait and then some! It came out beautifully!

A short story by the picture's owners:

The night was crisp as the calm after newfallen snow, letting one see as far as the horizon permits, and aided by the full moon's glow that bathed the city of Tel'Infe in a radiant blanket of silver, catching the golden filigree of the marble palace in a splendor of sparkling and shimmering.
The quiet evening was interrupted by a thrumming hum of activity coming from the illuminated interior of the palace, signifying the celebration of someone or something.

In this particular case, a banquet was being held as the aftermath of a melee tournament for the knights and honored soldiers of the Queendom, in an effort to display each fighter's prowess and strength. The winner had been none other than Prince Vaxis' personal guard and Harbinger, Dasa, who had remained undefeated throughout the competition, and had earned to become the guest of honor during the banquet.

He sat on the Prince's right(Although the Prince had voted for his female form this fine evening), eating and talking with the nobles interested in hearing more about his skills and where he learned them.
The formalities lasted for hours, until after desert, when everyone had had their fill and had retreated to different corners of the palace to frolic in the extraordinary luxury and to discuss more delicate matters of state among themselves. Similarly, the Princess and ruling monarch had exited onto the balcony, overlooking the darkened banks of the desert that lies in the outskirts of her expansive capital. Behind her, the tell tale thump of heavy footsteps announce the arrival of the guest of honor.
"Lovely." He said in his usual gruff, but charming tone, provoking a smile from the sovereign. "Indeed it is." She says, "It is times like these tha-" She stops when Dasa interjects with a soft cough. "Pardon me, your majesty, but I was not talking about the evening. I was talking about you."
She rolls her eyes, laughing that angelic, honey-sweet laugh of hers whilst turning to lean against the balcony's thick marble guard rail. "Oh, I should have most definitely seen that coming..." She says, still laughing, instigating a laughter from Dasa himself. "It is but true, your majesty. But...." The large demonic wolf approaches her slowly, that coy grin of his telling her everything she needs to know without another word from his lips. "But, you think I'd be even more lovely without this dress?" She inquires, whilst doing a little sexy-pose, prompting an approving and affirming nod from the large canine. "Definitely, your majesty."
The Princess maintains the lusty grin adorning her pristine features while pulling the silken cloth aside to display her large, full bust, the cool, dry desert air making swift work of her nipples, turning them hard like pebbles in seconds. Meanwhile, Dasa had made equally swift work of his loincloth and britches, tossing the battered and scratched combat mail aside to stand at proper attention for his monarch, sporting a rock hard cock of such girth that it'd make any common girl second-guess her choice of fuck buddy.
Not the princess, however! She grins at Dasa while eyeing his massive cock, fit for a queen, while lapping her feline muzzle in eager anticipation. "Well, then, my esteemed champion. Why don't you take the true prize we agreed on for putting all those other combatants to shame in my name~?"
Dasa needed no more incentive than that. Before she could take another unlabored breath, he was upon her, tugging her legs up to splay her spread eagle across the top of the balcony's edge, his long, forked tongue extending in a lusty snarl. He feverishly tugged Vaxi's gown aside to reveal a sweltering hot, soaking wet royal cunt, ready for him to use like his personal high-class cock sleeve. "Don't mind if I do!" He growls with barely restrained need, before he sets his aim and rams his cock in with reckless abandon, impaling the cock-addled princess on his cock.
The Princess exclaims with a heated groan when that dull pain mixes with overwhelming pleasure, blanketing her mind and causing her eyes to roll up into her head, and her tongue to lol out of her maw.
The sound of raw, carnal sex radiates from the balcony; the wet, slurping sound of wet flesh grinding into wet flesh, garnished by the satisfying 'plap plap plap!' of Dasa's firm pelvis colliding with Vaxi's inner thighs and plump, lower ass, causing her to rock back and forth across the marble surface. Dasas death grip on her thighs keeps her firmly in place, allowing him to treat her like the mindless slut that she now is, that she always is, in private with her consorts.

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