The Kennel Maids Secret

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The whole castle knew her as the dog girl. It was an obvious name, as she became a kennelmaid at eighteen, but there were ten other kennel maids living in the castle. There was only one dog girl. Her mother had named her Elizabeth, after one of the saints, but by the time Elizabeth had been found snuggling with one of the king’s fiercest war dogs by a pair of dumbfounded knights, the entire village where Elizabeth grew up stopped calling her Elizabeth and started calling her the Dog Girl.

She loved dogs, and they loved her. She didn’t talk much to people, preferring to spend her time with the animals on her father’s little farm, especially the dogs. At the dinner table she hardly said a word. But the moment she got around the dogs again, she would break out in a gleeful outburst of coos and barks and yips, speaking to the hounds in their own language. She always smelled like a kennel, and rumor had it she had even tamed a wolf in her teenage years. Dogs simply spoke a language that she understood.

“Oi, Dog Girl!” called one of the squires, pointing and jeering as she walked though the castle square. “You reek! Why don’t you let someone give you a bath?”

The Dog Girl walked past the drunk squire, and gave him a brief look. It was not a malevolent look, despite the insult. It was the same wide-eyed look that she gave everybody with her wide brown eyes, slightly further set apart than most people in this part of England. She did not smile, but her lips curled in a sign of acknowledgement that was not unintelligent. The squire’s shoulders slumped. The tow-headed, lanky boy scrambled to form an apology, but the Dog Girl was already walking away, and his friends were already slapping his back and taking his wine away from him.

The other squires looked at her skinny frame with a curious respect. The Dog Girl’s shoulders were thin, but sinewy, from years of farm work and lifting bags of feed. Her hips moved quietly, with the ease of someone who has run with wild beasts and can take off like the wind at a moment’s notice. The Dog Girl’s hair was a long, messy trail down her shoulders. It was as brown as her eyes. It did not shine or sparkle like the hair of the princess and the rich ladies who doted on her. It was not even as well-groomed as the fur of the mastiffs she brushed with care every day. But strangely, nobody had ever thought to tell her to comb it or cut it. Nobody ever thought to tell her to do much of anything.

The Dog Girl turned around and waved before entering the royal kennels. The squires smiled and waved back. She was always so innocent and kind. Yes, like a dog, but strangely, no one could find it in themselves to scorn her for that. It was refreshing to see that kind of purity.

The good-natured stink of hounds filled the girl’s nose, and she smiled as she entered. She knew the king’s dogs better than anybody, and even the kennelmaster trusted her to do the right thing when the mastiffs got into a fight or one of them got sick. The Dog Girl had even been known to spend the night in the kennels, either to keep a sick dog company, or simply to keep warm when it got cold at night. She had gone hunting with the dogs, she had caught thieves with the dogs, she had fed the dogs, she had exercised them, she had buried them, and she had connected with them in a way that the king secretly envied. The only thing she wouldn’t do was help breed them. Whenever it was time to breed one of the studs with a bitch, she got a curious look in her eye and asked to have the day off.

The kennel erupted with friendly barks as the mastiffs smelled their favorite human. The Dog Girl finally smiled, a broad toothy grin, and started babbling in half-English, half-incomprehensible sighs and gibberish. She petted every single dog behind the ears as she came through. It was twenty minutes before she got to the end of the aisle, where an especially large kennel awaited. The Dog Girl looked behind her inquisitively, and listened. Satisfied that she was alone, and the castle was falling asleep, she entered the kennel.

This was the kennel of the king’s favorite dog– Caesar, the largest mastiff anybody had even seen. He had saved the king in battle five times, and he was the dog that the two knights had found the Dog Girl cuddled with, in days gone by. The hound was older now, but he was no less fierce-looking, and strong. He could pull down a stag like a fox seizing a rabbit. He slept in the corner of his kennel, where it was darkest.

The Dog Girl could see well in the dark, and saw his huge frame curled up on top of his blankets, which reeked of his scent and needed to changed. The slim young woman shed her clothes and crawled on all fours to the sleeping dog. His nose twitched and his legs kicked. The Dog Girl nestled against his belly, and curled up, savoring his warmth. Recognizing her scent, the mastiff licked his jowls contently and slipped a giant paw over her shoulders. His sheath bumped against her leg, and she blushed.

It had never seemed transgressive to the Dog Girl that she had surrendered her virginity to Caesar, not long after she became a kennel maid. She spent so much time around dogs that she inwardly considered herself to be one of them in spirit, if not in body. The rules that governed other humans did not govern her. She had heard the castle priest proclaim, “Thou shalt not copulate with any beast, neither shalt thou be defiled with it. A woman shall not lie down to a beast, nor copulate with it: because it is a heinous crime.”

That was the law in one world, she supposed– the world of men. But in the forest, where the knights had found her, shortly after Caesar had claimed her as his mate– that was a different world altogether. Caesar had smelled how wet and fertile she was. When his nose had traveled between the Dog Girl’s legs, in a moment of truth, she had done the only thing that seemed to come naturally– embrace the heady scent of the aroused male, and present herself for mating like she had seen countless female dogs do.

The Dog Girl stirred restlessly. The memory of that first mating, and countless others since, flashed through her memory like lightning in a stormy sky. Her little heart pumped with need. Sweat trailed down her little breasts. Unconsciously, she undulated her lithe body, rubbing against Caesar’s massive furry body, hoping he would rise soon and smell his bitch’s need. She didn’t want to startle him. She didn’t want to wake the guards. But a little whimper escaped her mouth as Caesar’s musk filled her senses and started to make her thighs slick with excitement.

*****

It was quiet, but it was unmistakable. The Dog Girl felt Caesar shift, before his thick head leaned over and licked her face, leaving a thick trail of drool from her chin to her tangled hair. The girl blushed again. She liked being licked. It made her feel like she was owned. Even before she had learned to associate a large male dog with sex, or even the commanding power of a male dog’s pheromones, she had always felt a sense of being possessed when she was physically close to a dog. When they pinned her to the ground. When they licked her face. When they humped her leg, which she had never minded like the other girls of the village. Even back then, it had felt flattering. As Caesar licked her a second time, a shiver passed through the Dog Girl’s spine. The slobbery mastiff left the side of her face dripping with drool, and the sharp odor of his breath put butterflies in her stomach. She could feel the dog’s giant heart beating faster and faster behind her.

Caesar suddenly stood up, softly woofing again. The Dog Girl’s breath caught. After spending most of her life with dogs, she was still awestruck by how beautifully a mastiff’s powerful body rose from slumber. Every lean muscle strained under the fur like powerful ocean waves. She felt a feeling most closely described as a desire to worship. She rose slowly, and felt the mastiff bathe her again in wet kisses. This time, her own quivering little tongue darted out to meet them. A little more sweat joined the spit as she scratched her stud happily behind his ears. The dog woofed again, smart enough to know that waking up his masters would be most unwise. He started to walk around his tiny pale bitch, wagging his tail and letting his fat sheath hang loose. The Dog Girl watched Caesar show off for her, knowing how much he loved to run and jump through the forest when they were alone together, a pageant of pure masculine ability and strength. Not for the first time, she wished she could run away with Caesar, and beg some pagan god to let her have his puppies.

Caesar risked a quiet and deep growl. None of the guards would hear it. The other dogs might hear, but they knew better than to bark in response, and risk the discovery of the alpha and his secret bitch. The Dog Girl’s neck tingled as every hair stood on end. Her mouth went dry as she saw the mastiff’s cock emerge. It wiggled and reveled in the moonlight, fierce and red. The ache that had been steadily building in the womb of the frail human woman, throughout the day and especially in the last hour, intensified until her brown eyes burned with desire.

“Come, Caesar,” she whispered, stroking her stud’s broad back, and working her way down to the source of his maleness.

The cock sprang out a little further when she touched it. She gently caressed the sheath, letting even more of the monstrous puppymaker poke out. Then she spat on her hands, and built up a quiet slick rhythm on the red veiny prick, filling the kennel with the sounds of wet naked flesh squishing and squeezing against each other. Caesar began to pant, and kiss the Dog Girl. The dog’s panting was a bellows, emitting puffs of smoke and canine testosterone. As the Dog Girl skilfully fondled the heavy balls that she knew so well, she felt the overpowering stench of a male dog releasing hormones and preparing for mating. All for her. The Dog Girl smiled and whispered soothing words as she bent down and planted her lips firmly on Caesar’s impressive testicles.

The mastiff stopped moving and let the Dog Girl suck on him. His tongue hung out of his mouth, and his hindquarters shook, and the girl’s lips slipped and slid over his balls until his cock had fully slid out from its sheath, hanging in the air. The dog whined. The Dog Girl closed her eyes and let her tongue slide all over the scrotum, tasting the musky tang of her stud’s flesh. She could practically taste the sperm inside. She did not mind the taste of dog cum at all, and she cherished every load she had ever taken in her little cunt, keeping it in heart as a gift from the powerful male to whom she had practically given her life. It wasn’t possible for her to be around when the kennelmaster bred him with other dogs. Even when she left the castle on those days, the tears of jealousy would not leave her face. She loved Caesar and his cock and his cum. She could smell the ripe scent of his precum, starting to drip from his tip, and she shivered with delight. If only her mother knew what pleasure she found at the end of a dog’s penis. Her poor mother wanted her to marry a man, a normal man! The Dog Girl had never felt a single spasm of desire for a human male; as she slurped a little louder on Caesar’s dangling balls, lost in lust, she briefly recalled that no man had ever even tried to proposition her, and that when Caesar had taken her, it was the first time she had ever felt her pussy wetten with need.

Caesar whined again. The Dog Girl released his balls with a loud ‘pop’ of her lips. She spoke so much more clearly with her body than her words. Caressing Caesar’s strong flanks with her nimble fingers, she positioned herself more comfortably under his strong body, and licked his penis slowly, closing her eyes with delight. Caesar’s panting got even louder. The guards had sometimes asked the Dog Girl if she knew that Caesar sometimes got excited during the night. She had always shrugged, looked at them silently and inquisitvely with her brown eyes, and walked away. They had no right to know the delights of mating with such a beautiful creature. The Dog Girl greedily took more of the mastiff’s prick into her mouth, gently sucking and licking. The dog’s tail wagged furiously. The human girl’s lips moved with a practiced, loving style that was almost a ritual. A ritual to coax out the fierce war dog’s potent seed, in an act of wordless surrender and joy.

Gushes of precum entered the Dog Girl’s mouth. It was thin and salty, and she drank it down happily. The stink of cum was filling the room, and it made the thin girl sweat with desire. Her vagina felt emptier than ever, practically shrieking for something to touch it. Her right hand jumped from Caesar’s flank to her aching cunny. She sunk her fingers in deep, and she let out a stifled squeak, mouth still full of cock. She felt the blood rushing through the fat cock, pulsing against her soft lips, and she knew that she had pleased her mate, that it was time.

The Dog Girl released Caesar’s cock, and the stud sprang to life like a bull. His penis flapped proudly in the air as he raced around the girl several times before bowling her over and licking her face and neck affectionately. The girl quickly removed her robes, face dripping, and eyes beaming. Little specks of drool clung to her hair, and Caesar’s breath was thick in her nose. She was so happy. Her long locks spilled over her shoulder and down her breasts as she prepared herself for mating, Caesar snorting and prancing around, licking and nudging and nibbling her shoulders and breasts, almost like a wolf tormenting its prey, were it not for the unmistakable, overwhelming scent of a male dog in a rut, and a slick, wet human cunt begging for relief.

The moment the Dog Girl bent over, Caesar mounted her as he had mounted her so many times before. First it had been in the forest, and he had pulled out and licked his new bitch’s messy thighs clean before those two knights found them cuddled innocently in the sunlight. The next time it had been out in the fields. The Dog Girl had wondered whether the male would accept her again, until he knocked her over and inseminated her, hidden by a thousand stalks of wheat. The third time had been in his kennel, and he had mounted her in the stables, in the kitchens, next to the pig sty, up against the castle wall, and almost every other secluded spot in the castle, each time knotting her and filling up her womb with his strong mastiff seed. It did not take Caesar long to do what he did best. The Dog Girl held her thin, but muscled buttocks in the air, waiting like a proper bitch. Her whole face turned crimson as the heavy hound landed on those buttocks, and held her hips firmly with his front legs. She barely had time to swallow the last of his precum still in her mouth before she felt his penis slide between her labia and drive deep in her cunt.

The cock expanded as it felt a cunt to hold it. The Dog Girl could not keep silent. She keened and moaned as Caesar thrust frenziedly inside her, making obscene music in her wet squishing cunt, blood rushing to his magnificient penis and making it larger and stronger. The Dog Girl bit her lips and felt her head spin with pleasure and fear. She could hear every growl and pant of effort. She held out for half a minute, and then her upper body slumped the floor, overcome by a shattering orgasm that made her clit sing like a nightingale. The dog kept pounding her tirelessly, urged on by thousands of years of instinct. The Dog Girl felt her ovaries sing, singing in a language she understood even better than the language of dogs. They sang with want, begging the massive prick thrashing in her cunt to be knotted and flood them with seed, wonderful seed, that they might fulfill their purpose and at least try to make offspring for such a worthy conqueror.

*****

Caesar, like most dogs, was an efficient creature when it came to mating. Even after hundreds of times burying himself in his human bitch’s innards, he still moved with rough and fast strokes, driven by wordless need to bury himself in her hole as quickly and firmly as possible, as if he was still a wolf in the wild, waiting for any challengers from the pack to interrupt his rightful breeding. The Dog Girl squealed under his onslaught. Drops of musky fluid hit the ground. The girl’s breath came in uneven, hoarse gasps. Caesar’s bristly fur ran up and down her smooth thighs as he rutted her hard. The Dog Girl inwardly beamed. He was being gentle for a dog. His canine instincts, dull but receptive to human suggestion, had taught him how deliciously a human pussy would squeeze, fondle, and respond to a cock that took a little more time, even a little, with each stroke. Caesar had learned to be a gentler lover since his first mating with his kennel maid in the forest.

Only a little.

His fat red cock splashed in and out of her like a salmon thrashing in deep water. The helpless maid’s pussy was so wet that it was mostly her fluids wetting the blankets beneath her. The musty smell of mastiff made her heart flutter as Caesar’s cock slapped against her cervix and her clitoris, over and over. She struggled to keep her head off the floor. A deep whine from deep in her throat made the kennel walls hum. The Dog Girl never sounded more like a dog than when she was being mated by one. Caesar snorted next to her ear, and let his tongue hang out as his knot began to form. The Dog Girl’s little tongue, still tingling with the taste of his balls, hung out of her mouth as the mastiff’s fleshy knob battered against her slick labia.

“Ah-ahhhhh.”

“Woof.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

The knot was in. It was as if it was the first time. Just like every time. The girl’s eyes rolled up towards her sweaty brown hair, and the dark kennel seemed full of light and warmth. Her mastiff stud drooled on her shoulder, making keening rumbling sounds in his throat as his arsehole contracted, his balls tightened, and a flood of dog sperm filled her pussy and claimed it as his own, once again. His chest pushed into her curving upper back, forcing her against the blankets as he inseminated her. The Dog Girl’s hands shook hard as they gripped the blankets. Tears came to her eyes. A few drops of milky fluid escaped their union and slid down her wet legs, inch by inch.

The Dog Girl suddenly released the blankets, and looked around with fear. She hadn’t meant to scream. She really hadn’t. Had anyone heard her? Just last month, the head kitchen maid had asked her why she heard screaming in the kennel. She had even made a joke, but the Dog Girl had known she didn’t mean it. But if anyone heard her now…

Several seconds passed, and Caesar thrusted his cock hard as a second rush of sperm filled the Dog Girl’s belly. She went light in the head, and slumped into the blankets again, content to lie still as the huge dog came inside her and filled his kennel with the strong, rich scent of fertile seed. The maid’s womb felt like it was glowing. Another canine whimper passed her human lips.

This one meant, “I hope this time, I get puppies.”

*****

Caesar huffed and puffed, leg muscles tensing as another round of sperm rushed out of his balls and deep inside his little human bitch’s womb. The dog had a thick, firm knot and it kept almost everything inside. The mastiff’s tail, which, only a few minutes ago, had been wagging furiously, was now low and limp as the dog lost himself in his ejaculation. As his cock continued to spurt, Caesar turned around. His hind paw carefully swung over the tanned skin of the Dog Girl’s small back, careful not to nudge or scrape, and landed delicately on the floor. Caesar stood proudly, tied butt-to-butt. His tail began to wag again as he unloaded inside his mate.

Being a dog, of course, he had very little to think about besides how wonderful his bitch’s cunt felt. The fact that it was a human cunt meant very little to him. All dogs knew that it was possible for different species to have sex. It was not exactly instinctual knowledge, but it happened often enough for it to be a common understanding among dog kind. Caesar had only been a pup when he first saw one of the stable boys sneak into the kennel of one of the mastiff bitches, and leave furtively after ten minutes. Usually it was men who indulged themselves, especially when on the march for war on a restless lonely night. But not always men. Not long after siring his first litter, he had seen a visiting nobleman’s daughter sneak out of his litter mate’s kennel, blushing furiously and dripping dog cum from between her legs. He had even seen a peasant girl tied with a greyhound in the woods, but he had never thought to try mating a human himself until he had met the Dog Girl. Now that he had, he loved the way her cunt molded around his prick and made it feel at home. He had no intentions of stopping anytime soon.

The Dog Girl’s eye rolled up into her head as her rump quivered with another orgasm. Caesar’s cock was stuck inside her, deep as a spear, and her cheeks were soaked with tears from being filled so completely and wonderfully. The red flesh erupted with more dog semen, and the kennel maid’s bare toes wriggled with delight. This was what she had been waiting for, all day, ever since the royal hunt had been cancelled– a chance to be alone with her mate and become one with him, and do what all creatures do. She had been sent ahead with two of the smaller mastiffs to scout out the forest. Long ago she had proved her worth as a tracker. It wasn’t until she returned at noon when she was told that the archbishop was making a surprise visit, and that a royal feast was being planned instead. Shrugging, she had returned to her quarters, and sunk her fingers deep between her legs, anticipating the very moment that she was enjoying now– on her hands and knees, fucked by the biggest dog the kingdom had ever seen.

For thirty blissful minutes, dog and girl were united. Caesar’s balls were heavy, and had not had release in several days. The stink of his fresh cum, fermenting in her used pussy, was the Dog Girl’s favorite scent, even more dear to her than the scent of his thick neck fur when she embraced him. All the other kennel maids knew the scent of Caesar’s fur intimately from a thousand baths and feedings and other interactions. They even knew the scent of his cum from matings. Only the Dog Girl knew what Caesar’s cum smelled like inside her womb, and there was no better scent on heaven or earth. The kennel maid’s sweaty body rested like a queen as her eggs trembled from the assault of thousands of relentless mastiff sperm.

Her eyes closed and she dreamed for a minute, her stud’s heavy panting lulling her to light sleep. She dreamed of a deep cave. Moss covered the floor, and she lay against the moss, eyes twinkling as six healthy mastiff puppies drank from eight tits lined up and down her belly. Caesar stood over her naked body proudly, watching his sons and daughter drink and be strong. His head held high with pride for his bitch. After the nursing was done, the mastiff reached down and nuzzled his glowing mate on his cheek, spread wide with such a happy smile.

The Dog Girl giggled as she woke up and felt Caesar licking her cheek with his dripping tongue. The mastiff tugged gently and released his wet cock from her gaping pussy. Wet trails of his seed spilled out. The Dog Girl let her ass collapse. Caesar licked his face and hair until she was sticky with slobber, and with beaming eyes, she licked his massive tongue with her own little tongue (how inferior!) and felt his cum seep onto the blanket beneath her thighs. Ten minutes went by as the girl tirelessly licked and tasted her alpha.

At last, the mastiff butted her with his head, and cooing quietly, the Dog Girl made room for him on the blanket, rolling onto her own wet spot and sniffing it with satisfaction. Caesar slumped down, cock still out, and the kennel maid repositioned herself so she could lick it clean. That was one of the first things she had taught her canine lover– as his mate, she insisted on cleaning him. Caesar’s wet nose prodded her cummy thighs while she gingerly licked his fat prick, feeling his sweat and seed spiced by her own fluids. Closing her eyes, she suckled on his tip and greedily fellated him. Caesar whined with delight, and let her continue. Her kisses, and hungry licks made their way down to his steaming balls, which she wetted with her spit and devoured even more needfully than before the mating. It did not take her long. Caesar growled in his chest. The Dog Girl hurriedly popped her lips on his flared end, and her cheeks bulged as she swallowed spurt after spurt of mastiff spunk. She caressed his ass cheeks lovingly as she ingested him.

She fell asleep, lips stained with seed, with Caesar’s body to keep her warm. Just before dawn, the mastiff woke her up again to fuck her, and this time he fucked her three times, until the girl could hear the castle beginning to stir to life. For the first time, her face curled into a frown. Whispering frantically, she arched her back until her lusty mastiff relinquished his hold on her pussy. His cock slid out lewdly, bringing another rush of juices. The Dog Girl grabbed Caesar by the neck, and kissed him fiercely on the cheek. Then she rushed out of the kennel with the dirty blankets, and out to the river to bathe before her own duties began.

The sun had only just poked over the horizon. The Dog Girl’s entire body was a stinky mess of dog hair, dog spit, and dog seed. She paused hesitantly at the river, closing her eyes to enjoy the odor a little longer. It was her true breath of life. It was the way she always wanted to smell, the way she always wanted to live. Then she opened her eyes and entered the water, her secret safe for another day.

The End.

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3 comments

  • Hawk

    two parter please!!!

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  • Golden_Finger67

    make a part two. please!!!!!!!!!

    Reply
  • Wannawatch

    Wow, cool! Moe, you can really write. DG was hot! More of same, please.

    Reply

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