The True Endgame

Book 9: Chapter 6:

Getting Nell’s permission was easy. All Fenrir had to do was explain his plan to her and then she was fully supportive of it without even the tiniest bit of hesitation or questioning. Of course, it helped that she loved Fenrir and knew that he had far more experience with such things, so she had no issue allowing him to do whatever he believed needed to be done to protect everybody.

There was, however, something else that she had an issue with.

Something that caused her to pout and huff until Fenrir asked her what was wrong since he was about to leave her new, queenly chambers to get started on his plan.

Speaking of said chambers, they might have been the “queen’s,” but they weren’t exactly impressive. It was basically just a normal room like any other made of wood with a large chair and table in front of it. The table was covered in papers that made it look like it was a desk covered in important documents, but the truth couldn’t be any farther from that. They were simply blank papers that Nell demanded were put there for the aesthetic of it. A blank table wasn’t impressive in the slightest, but a table covered in papers made her look busy like a queen should!

Fenrir thought it was a waste of paper, but they were in a game, so he wasn’t too concerned about being wasteful in that regard.

“What’s wrong?” Fenrir asked. He didn’t sound too concerned, but that was because he knew she wouldn’t be acting so obviously upset if something was really wrong.

“My hero,” Nell whined, “I am the queen now… but we have hardly done any play with that! One of my main reasons for accepting this responsibility was that it would give us justification for an endless amount of knight and queen roleplay! Or servant and queen! Or barbarian conqueror and queen! Or demonic monster and queen! Yet, all you have done is call me, ‘my queen,’ a couple of times!” Nell stomped her feet from her chair while puffing her cheeks out. “I demand to be pampered and given queen roleplay!”

Fenrir was right to assume it wasn’t serious. Then again, he knew that she was serious about what she wanted, so didn’t that make it serious anyways? After all, it was the need of one of his girlfriends. How could he treat that as anything other than serious?

“I apologize, my queen,” Fenrir said, getting down on one knee as he bowed his head to her. “Please forgive this humble servant of yours for not satisfying you.”

Nell went from pouting and whining to squirming and smiling in an instant. “Ah… I suppose that I shall forgive you for your transgressions against the crown. Whatever am I to do with you? If I did not know any better, I would say that you deserve a strike! A very rough one at that!”

Fenrir blinked a couple of times. “And thrown to the floor?”

“Oh, yes, and thrown to the floor! Now, you feline rapscallion—”

“I’m not a feline, I’m a canine.”

“A feline?”

“No, no, a canine.”

“Ah. So, your father was a canine. Who was he?”

“He was a centurion at the Spike Port garrison.”

“Really? What was his name?”

“Biggus Dickus. Wait, that comes later. Crap, I forget which name I’m supposed to say.”

Fenrir might have ruined the play, but Nell still smiled and laughed. “Naughtius Maximus, my hero. Apparently, I have not yet forced you to watch the pinnacle of humor with me enough times.”

“We’ve already watched it four times.”

“And we shall watch it until you have the entire script memorized!”

“Such a needy queen, but if that’s what your decree is, I will have to obey it.”

“Good boy. Now, because you are part canine, prove it. Come over here.”

Fenrir wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but he was happy to obey her demand and walked over to her makeshift throne. “Now what?”

“Sit.”

“Wh-where?”

“On your knees. Next to my legs.”

It was actually a little embarrassing now, but he still obeyed her order and got onto his knees next to her legs.

“Now, here,” she said, patting the top of her lap. “Place your head here.”

If giving him a lap pillow was all that she wanted, Fenrir was more than happy to let her satisfy her “selfish” desire. That was why he placed his head on her lap with the back of it facing her.

Only, that wasn’t good enough. “No, my hero. Look at me. Turn your head.”

Of all the times Fenrir received lap pillows, his face always faced away from the girls. Now… this was the first time he turned his head and actually face the one giving him a lap pillow.

His cheeks turned a minor shade of red against his will as there was something surprisingly embarrassing about the situation. There he was, on his knees next to Nell, acting submissive, as he looked up at her with blushing cheeks.

Nell couldn’t have looked more pleased. So, to reward him for his good beavior, she reached one hand down to brush his hair away from his face and forehead. That only embarrassed him even more. “What a precious hero of mine you are,” she said, her voice gentle and warm. “I know my fantasies may be rather extreme at times, but do not think that I do not also dream of situations such as this.”

“Situations where you order me around and make me feel weird?”

“Precisely. To have the hero who is often in control and dominant around everybody else, obeying me and serving as my lap dog… what is there not to love about this? Besides, you are going to be busy with your plans once you leave this room. Would it not be best to give up your independence for a short time to depend entirely on me?”

“That makes it sound like you’re doing this for me.”

“Because I am. Well, I am doing it for both of us. You know, my hero, it is often those in high stress situations and leadership positions who find the most relief from playing the role of submissive servants in private. They are so tired of telling everybody else what to do that they wish to be the ones dominated for a change. Does that sound relatable at all?”

“We-well… I will say I don’t think that this is bad. It’s just… embarrassing.”

“Then that means I must pamper you until you no longer find it embarrassing. You should be thoroughly relaxed once we reach that point. More importantly, it should make you eager to submit to me like this more often in the future.”

“You just want to make me more submissive, don’t you?”

“No, I want to bring out the submissive side you already have.”

“What… what evidence do you have of that existing?”

“Because, my hero. You love dogs. You did not choose to give yourself canid features because you are trying to be some cool ‘alpha’ wolf or some other silly thing. You gave yourself canid features to express your loyalty, playfulness, and your desire to be treated like a loving pet.”

Fenrir tried turning his head away from Nell, but she grabbed him and stopped him from doing so. “At least let me look away if you’re going to call me out like that.”

“Nope,” Nell cooed.

“You’re so sadistic.”

“I know, I am.” And it just so happened that Nell’s form of sadism was delivered via the method of gently running her hands through Fenrir’s hair, stroking her fingers against his scalp as her other hand rested on the side of his head. “I love you, my hero.”

As embarrassed as Fenrir might have felt, that didn’t stop his tail from happily wagging behind him to express his true emotion. “I… love you too, my queen.”

Nell had to force herself to stay still in her throne so as to not interrupt her affectionate hands, but the desire to squirm around in happiness was there and nearly overwhelming. “I can see that Serra did not lie when she told us about your submissive side. Ah… I have been waiting to do this for so long.”

“You’re really good at making me feel even more embarrassed.”

“I am sorry, my hero, but how could I resist? She told us about this side of you quite some time ago, yet she has maintained a monopoly over it even so. It is time for that monopoly to end.”

Fenrir mumbled something, but Nell couldn’t hear what it was. Truthfully, Fenrir didn’t even know what he mumbled. He just wanted to whine but had nothing to actually say.

“Oh, this reminds me! So many of my favorite hentais showed scenes where a king or conqueror sat on his throne surrounded by the women he has claimed. Usually with metal collars and chains around their necks as they were turned into his slave harem members, but that is beside the point! Now, sitting in my chair with you resting your head on my lap like this… I know how powerful being in such a situation feels. I always fantasized about being on my knees next to you while you sit in a throne instead, or while Serra sits in a throne because I can picture her doing so very clearly, but this is also wonderful! There is only one thing that could make it better.”

“What?”

“If you acted needy.”

“You… you want me to act needy? Isn’t this embarrassing enough?”

“Do not act like you do not secretly desire to be clingier with us. I know that you are afraid of acting clingy because it might push us away, even though we have implied multiple times before that we would love to see your clingy and possessive side. So, this one time, give yourself permission to be as clingy and needy as you wish! It is alright as long as you do not always act that way, right?”

Fenrir averted his eyes by looking to the side, looked back at her, looked down, blushed even more, and then said, “I… guess I could act that way. Just this one time.”

Nell shivered from excitement before nodding a couple of times with a wide smile on her face.

“Pet… pet me more. Please?”

The next thing Fenrir knew, Nell grabbed onto his arms and pulled him up onto her. She then pressed his head against the top of her breasts, dedicated one hand to petting his head, and used her other hand for rubbing his back. Watching his tail wag even faster behind him let her know that she was doing a good job. “There we go,” Nell cooed. “Who’s my good boy?”

“I… I am.”

“And good boys give their masters lots of kisses, do they not?”

Fenrir whined a little before leaning up against her, tilting his head back so that he could reach her neck and jawline to cover them in plenty of soft, small kisses that made Nell giggle in delight.

“Such a good boy you are. Now, tell me how much you love me.”

“I… love you with all my heart. I never want to be apart from you, my queen. I wish I could spend every single moment of the day at your side with everybody else. I love you so much that… I still feel jealous sometimes when I see others look at you. I wish I could keep you and the others to myself, even though I know that’s selfish and not right.”

“Good boy, good boy,” Nell whispered as she stroked the back of his head. “Let all of your feelings out. Your master and queen is here to listen to them.”

“I wish I could stay like this forever.”

“Oh my, what a spoiled puppy you are.”

“I can’t help it. I want you to spoil me and pamper me all the time… but I still always feel like I have to be cool around all of you, and I don’t feel like I’m being cool by acting this way…”

“It might not be ‘cool,’ but it is still absolutely precious and every bit as wonderful as the usual.”

“But I want to be cool…”

“And I want you to be my needy little puppy who is cute and adorable.”

Fenrir grumbled and whined, but all that did was make him even cuter in Nell’s eyes. “I don’t deserve a girlfriend as good as you. Or any of the others.”

“You deserve us and more, my hero.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so and my rule is law. That is how things work now.”

“Is… it really that simple?”

“Of course.”

“Then… I guess I can’t really argue. I’m always afraid of what there really is to it and worried I might not live up to everybody’s expectations. I… really want it to be that simple.”

“It is, my hero. We love you. So long as you love us, that will never change. It is no more complicated than that.”

“Is this… really alright? To lean on you and be pampered like this?”

“Of course. I am the one who has ordered you to do so, am I not?”

Fenrir lowered himself again so that he could rest his head against the top of her breasts once more.

“You always have loved those, haven’t you?”

“I can’t deny it. I love boobs.”

“There, there. Enjoy them to your heart’s content.”

“I wish I could surround myself with all of your boobs. I’ve seen it in hentai a few times. A harem of girls surround a guy and press their chests all against his head.”

“Oh my… what a debaucherous request. I suppose I will have to get the others to help me do that for you! Perhaps for your birthday?”

“Yes, please.”

“Very well. You will be thoroughly surrounded by breasts for your birthday. Do you have any other birthday requests?”

“Yeah… one that’s way more important.”

“Oh?”

“I want to spend every birthday for the rest of my life with all of you.”

Nell couldn’t take it after that. It was impossible for her to not grab him by his cheeks, pull him up, and press her lips against his. “It should be illegal to be this overwhelmingly precious, my hero.”

“It’s not like I’m trying to be or anything. I’m… just being honest.”

“Perhaps it is a good thing you are not normally like this. If you were, I would never want to do anything other than keep you on a leash within kissing distance at all times.”

“Are… you trying to tempt me to be like this more?”

“Perhaps I am.”

“It might work if that’s what you’re trying.”

“Also… I have felt something pressing against me for some time now. Something from your lower body that is acting as if it has a life of its own.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Then… do you promise to obey me?”

“I do.”

“Say you promise.”

“I… I promise.”

“Good boy. Go lock the door and then come back.”

Not hesitating, Fenrir did exactly as she ordered. He locked the main door to the room and returned.

“Now, stand in front of me.”

“Like… this?” Fenrir asked, standing straight up directly in front of where she sat.

“A little closer.”

He stepped closer.

“Perfect. Now, take it out.”

“Take what out?”

“Do not play shy, my hero. We both know what it is that I am talking about.”

With red on his cheeks once again, Fenrir followed orders and pulled his throbbing length free from his pants. It was already fully erect and throbbing, perhaps even moreso than usual, with a hint of his pre decorating the tip.

Nell smiled and reached a single finger out to trace along his length from the base of his underside to the tip. “Now, be selfish. Tell me what you want me to do with this.”

“I… want you to make me cum.”

“But how would you like me to? Perhaps…” Nell brought a hand to her chest, tugging down on the front of her dress just enough to show him more of her cleavage. “With these? After all, you did tell me just a moment ago that you love breasts.”

“I… would like that.”

“But do you want it?”

Fenrir nodded.

“Then tell me.”

“I want you to make me cum with your breasts.”

“Good boy. Come closer.”

Fenrir followed orders once more.

With a sly smile, Nell leaned forward and placed a soft, gentle kiss on the tip of Fenrir’s throbbing length. “At least this part of you feels no shame. He boldly presents himself and begs for what he wants. You could learn a thing or two from him,” she teased.

“Please make me cum with your tits.”

“Oh my, such vulgar language all of a sudden.”

“I really want to cum. I need to cum.”

“Ah… this is music to my ears. Very well.”

In a teasingly slow manner, Nell put on a little show for Fenrir as she ran her hands over her breasts, occasionally acting like she was about to pull her dress down enough for them to pop out from it, only to stop and watch his cock throb in desperate need as she grinned. Eventually, though, she did give him what he wanted as he panted while watching her, pulling her breasts out and holding them in front of him by placing her hands underneath them.

“Are these good enough for you?” Nell asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyways.

“They’re perfect,” Fenrir answered.

“Then shall I envelope you within them?”

“Please.”

Nell wanted to tease him some more, but she couldn’t resist giving in and giving him what he so desired. She wanted to pleasure him as much as she wanted to see him squirm, and the former desire won out. That was why she leaned forward enough to bring her breasts to his cock, spreading them apart for a moment only to push them right back together once his cock was between them. “There. That should be enough to satisfy you, no?”

“I’ve… I have to admit that it’s really hard not to take control right now.”

“No, no. You are to be my pet until I am done with you or else we will stop right here. Is that clear?”

Fenrir gulped and sighed. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Good boy. I will give you a reward for behaving.” With that, Nell slid her breasts up along his shaft until the very tip was covered between them before sliding them back down, leaving the tip of his cock in front of her chin. With it being so close, all she had to do was tilt her head a little in order to kiss the tip before looking back up at him. “You should be thankful I am doing this. I was tempted to order you to masturbate to competition in front of me, and I was going to let you finish on any part of me you wanted without ever touching you. But alas… I could not resist working you myself. Next time, though, prepare to do it yourself for me while I watch.”

“Yes, my queen.”

“Oh? You have grown awfully obedient. I would have thought that you would say that might be too embarrassing or some such thing.”

“It would be… but I like the idea of jacking off onto you, too.”

“Ah, I see. Tell me, where would you finish if given the choice to paint me wherever you desire?” While waiting for his answer, Nell continued to pump his shaft with her breasts, alternating between slow and steady strokes, and fast and intense bursts. Every few times his tip was exposed in front of her chin, she’d either give it a quick kiss or lick before burying it between her breasts once more.

“On your face,” Fenrir answered. His length would have been throbbing far more at that point were it not for the fact that it was held so firmly between her breasts. But, while it might not have been throbbing, it was still leaking precum and making a sticky mess between ber tits.

“Oh? I am surprised. I expected you to say on my chest.”

“I would have… if I probably wasn’t going to finish there this time.”

“Ah, I see. That makes sense. You fully intend to paint my chest with your seed this time, so you would rather paint my face with it the next time?”

Fenrir nodded just as a pleasured groan escaped his lips.

Hearing that groan caused Nell to let out a soft moan of her own as she arched her back against his cock. “More, Fenrir.”

“M-more?”

“Let me hear more. I want to hear you moan out in desire and need. Let me hear the song of your pleasure.”

Fenrir smiled from how cheesy that sounded, but that didn’t stop him from letting her hear even more of his noises as he let his moans and groans freely escape without shame.

“After all, I am giving you this special treatment. I will take your noises as payment. Oh, and do feel free to continue being more vocal for me—all of us, in the future. We all love hearing your voice and wish you would make even more noises for us.”

“I,” Fenrir paused to let out another groan, “will keep that in mind.”

“Such a good boy you are.”

“I’ll do my best to be good, so… would you please make me cum?”

“Make you what?”

“Cum. Please let me cum. Please make me cum.”

“Hmm. I think I might have misheard you. What was that? One more time.”

“Please, Nell, make me cum.” Every other word was laced with hints of moaning. “I need to. Please.”

Nell shivered once again in response to his words prior to letting out a blissful sigh. “Very well. Since you have been such a good boy, I will let you feel that ultimate pleasure you are so desperate for.”

No longer teasing him, Nell focused all of her attention on stroking his cock with her breasts in her best efforts at making him cum. She wanted to be painted with his seed as much as he wished to paint her, and hearing him need it so desperately was enough to inspire her to do her best at milking it out of him.

Up and down, over and over, her breasts squeezed and wrapped around his pulsating shaft as it neared its finish. More and more of his pre leaked out, causing the skin of her cleavage to glisten from him marking her.

While they might not have said much more during it, Nell was delighted to hear Fenrir’s frequent moans, groans, and grunts as he did his best to let her hear his pleasure.

He only spoke up again when it was time to warn her. “I—I’m about to cum,” he said.

“Thank you for informing me,” Nell said with a teasing tone as she pressed her breasts around his cock even tighter. She wanted to squeeze it as much as she possibly could, going for strength rather than speed with her strokes.

And that was all that it took.

“Nell, I’m—”

Fenrir’s cock finished before his sentence did. Nell was greeted by a shot of his cum splashing against her cheek as the rest ended up landing atop her breasts, painting them white just as he wanted.

Nell got a final few strokes in, making sure that he was emptied, before giving her breasts a break and letting them separate around his length to reveal the sticky mess he made within her valley.

“Goodness, you made such a mess of your queen,” Nell said. “Whatever am I to do with you?”

“Pamper me even more?” Fenrir answered between heavy breaths.

“I see that you have grown used to the role of being spoiled.”

“If this is how it goes… I’d be happy to be your lap dog any time.”

Nell smiled as she used a single finger to wipe up the cum on her cheek, bringing it to her mouth to suck it off from her finger and swallow. “Thank you for the delicious treat, my hero.”

“Is… is it really delicious?”

“Of course not, but every man wishes to hear that it is, does he not?”

Fenrir sighed. “Figured as much. Sorry, you don’t have to—”

“I wanted to. Besides, you were not supposed to paint my face until the next time. If I left it there, you might get the satisfaction of painting both my breasts and face this time.”

“Such a thoughtful queen.”

“I know. Now, take your shirt off.”

Fenrir didn’t know what she planned on doing, which was true for much of his time spent with her this time, but he did as ordered yet again.

Nell then patted the top of her lap again. “Bring your head back to here. As nice as it was to have my loyal knight, dog, servant, hero, and lover at my knees before, it would be even better if he was shirtless while at my knees. And worry not, for there shall be no short amount of head pats to reward you for your shirtless endeavor.”

“Well, can’t say no to that.”

And so, Fenrir found himself back on his knees with his head resting on her lap. He made sure to face her from the start this time, too.

“I love you, my hero,” Nell said.

“I love you too, my queen,” Fenrir replied.

“Now, tell me. Do you feel better at all? Less stressed? Ready to take on the role of leadership once more?”

“I still wish I could stay like this forever, but I think my leadership battery has recharged thanks to you.”

“Good. Though, I would like for you to keep in mind that you are welcome to come and recharge it at any time, even if it is nowhere near empty yet.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. I… wouldn’t mind acting like this around you again. But… there’s one more thing I want to request, even if… even if it’s—never mind.”

“Queen’s order. Tell me.”

Fenrir mumbled and whined before giving in. “Next time… I… think it wouldn’t be all that bad… if you… I don’t know… used… a collar.”

Nell’s eyes lit up as they widened with excitement. “You wish for me to collar you?!”

“I—I don’t know if I’d put it that way. But if you gave me a collar… I’d wear it.”

“Yes! I will have our best leatherworker work on one right away! Ah, but I will need your neck measurement to make sure that it is the perfect size. Do you have a preference for what type of leather it is made out of? What about color? Would you like a loose or a tight one? Ah… so many possibilities.”

Fenrir might have felt embarrassed enough to die, but… he was excited, too.

More importantly, despite acting so submissive and subservient to Nell, he felt ready to tackle all challenges ahead of him.

He may have submitted to Nell, but he felt more than ready to dominate those who posed a threat to him and his friends.

After receiving some more head pats, of course.