Marcella Gale being her slutty self and luring knot toting wolves into her chambers.
A rendition of Horndog D’s Devlin, present at a currently empty bar and preparing for his musical appearance.
The expelled tribal wolf Amand, with both of his spears freely on display and jutting outward.
Marcella bends over under a balcony arch and presents you that which she believes you should be looking at.
The vixen’s soft feet slid to and fro across the wolf’s spent length, seed ejaculated glistening on her luxurious fur.
Marcella teases her lover Amand on a daily basis, but when she is in her heat cycle, just the simple swaying of her tail is enough to turn the otherwise civil wolf man into an uncontrollable hunk of growls and spears.
Kaliendra is a ruler fully aware of her sexuality, not afraid to involve her body in aplenty diplomatic impasses, if the situation and participants allow for it.
An accompanying image to a story I made during a long winter eve, a second person reading experience where Marcella Gale offers you her services.
It all began with a simple fantasy: where could the ever horny vixen Marcella Gale spend her vacation?
A series of images showcasing exactly how such a scenario plays out.
You cannot let a promiscuous vixen wander a stronghold and expect her to keep decorum once facing a rare instance of a bulky dragon guard.