Mamui/Velour smut

"Kamui, you simply must tell the queen the bathe herself! It isn't proper for someone of her standing to look and act as she does!"

That had been what Azura had told him. Kamui's wife, the queen of the Invisible Kingdom, was a rather eccentric woman, constantly searching through the dirt for 'treasure' to hoard. She claimed these treasures were precious to her and Kamui was fine with her hobby so long as it made her happy. It was a refreshing change from dealing with stuffy ambassadors and princes of neighboring countries and empires.

Still, Kamui's adviser had insisted that he at least convince Velour to bathe more often. Kamui's attempt to do so had been less-than-successful and so, fed-up with Azura's complaints, he had thrown his queen over his shoulder and taken her straight to the bathing area.

It must've made for a funny image - the king walking down the hallways, his beloved queen over his shoulder beating on his back in a less-than enthusiastic manner. Nonetheless, he wouldn't be refused - the complaints would keep piling up until they gave him a headache.

Entering their own private bathing area, Kamui deposited his pouting wife on the floor and locked the door to prevent anyone from interrupting.

"Now, am I going to have to throw you into the baths?" Kamui asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Ugh, fine," Velour grumbled. She shucked off her dirty clothing, leaving her only in an underwear and bra. Kamui chuckled to himself as the garou tested the water with her toes before sinking in.

Kamui followed her example and entered the bath clad only in his shorts. He sighed as the warmth sunk deep into his bones, easing aches that he didn't even know he had.

"Well? Aren't you going to bathe me?" his wife asked, sounding quite haughty. She was glaring at him, obviously irritated that he had forced her away from her treasure-hunting.

"But of course," Kamui replied. Grabbing a nearby bucket of soap, he lathered his hands up before scooting closer to his wife. Velour's back was to him, hair splayed out in the steaming waters. Gently moving her hair out of the way, Kamui began to knead her shoulders. His wife basked in his touch, letting out low moans as her husband worked his magic.

Kamui prodded and pushed, working out the knots in his werewolf's shoulders and back. His fingers glided across her smooth flesh, dancing over the straps of her bra. Fiddling with the latch, the half-dragon unhooked the bra, granting him better access to the rest of the porcelain skin of her back.

"My, my," he said in a low voice, "you certainly are stressed. Do you want me to do anything?"

"No- ah!- ...maybe," Velour replied, arching her back as Kamui undid a particularly stubborn knot in her back muscles.

"Personally, I think you're beautiful no matter what the servants say," Kamui said, sliding his finger tips down to Velour's lower back.

Velour squirmed in his arms, her ears quivering. "But... but I don't act like a queen should. Maybe I'm too childish, piddling around in the dirt like that," she muttered. She stiffened as her husband's arms encircled her stomach, pressing her flush against his chest.

"No," he firmly said, resting his chin on the top of her head. "If anything, I'd want that part of you to stay. It's why I fell in love with you, after all."

Velour huffed. "Would they stop talking if we had a child? That's what nobility does, right? Pop out children?"

Kamui laughed. "If you want a child, I would be more than happy to give you one. I'm sure we could make these baths more fun while doing so, too."

The werewolf snorted and elbowed her husband in the stomach. "I've wanted a child for a while, one we could raise together, without the threat of war or the faceless," she murmured.

The half-dragon hummed to himself, slowly raising his arms and rubbing the soft underside of his wife's breasts. She shuddered at his touch, her breath coming in short pants. Velour let out a low moan as her husband's fingers trailed over her pink nipples.

"C-Could you wait a- ah!" The garou arched her back and let out a squeal as Kamui's fingers brushed over her sensitive clitoris and rubbed the lips of her vagina.

The inside of her pussy was hot, hotter than the surrounding water. Kamui inserted a second, and then a third finger, each successive entry causing Velour to shake more and more. As the walls of her vagina tightened, Kamui abruptly pulled his fingers away, causing Velour to let out a low whine of need.

"That's not fair..." she said, grinding her shapely ass into Kamui's crotch. "Come on, give it to me..."

The king smirked and removed his shorts. The garou turned her body to face her husband, removing her own underwear and spreading her pussy-lips as an invitation. "Please... give me a child, Kamui..." Velour cooed, locking hooded eyes with the half-dragon.

Kamui lined his cock up with Velour's pussy and slowly entered. Velour let out a prolonged moan as her husband sheathed himself in her. Then, he drew back until only the tip of his penis remained inside before surging forward, bottoming out yet again. His wife let out another erotic moan, prompting Kamui to repeat the action. The bath waters around them began to churn, light splashes filling the air as Kamui continued to pump into his beloved werewolf.

Velour wrapped her legs around Kamui's midsection and whispered, "Please kiss me, my love."

The half-dragon was happy to oblige, leaning forward and pressing his lips against hers. Their tongues met and battled for dominance before he managed to subjugate hers, slithering his tongue into her mouth and exploring her wet cavern. A muffled, lewd moan escaped her lips, and Kamui began to feel a slow ache from his balls.

"Velour, I'm about to-"

"Give it to me, Kamui!" Velour cried, holding onto her husband tightly. The couple cried out in ecstasy as they came, Kamui's essence filling Velour's womb.

The werewolf sagged against her partner, panting slightly as the two came down from their respective orgasmic highs. "That... that was fun," Velour slurred, sounding drowsy.

"Yeah," Kamui agreed, sounding just as tired. He stifled a yawn. "We should get out of the water. There's no need to have wrinkled skin."

With some effort, the two dragged themselves out of the baths, grabbing some towels from a nearby rack to dry themselves off. "Kamui, are you sure I can take care of a child?" The garou sounded dubious of her own abilities.

"Of course," Kamui remarked. He threw his wife a smile and pecked her on the cheek. "I'll be there to help you every step of the way. Besides, you're not the only one who doesn't know how to take care of a child. We can learn together. Our child will be our personal treasure."

Velour laughed and returned her husband's kiss.