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Flame Princess and Finn - Page 2 - CB's dog - By ColdStrike - Overview
She smirks, "... To someone much better than you." With that she tugs him up to his feet, the hero gasping,

"What!? What do you mean!?" The flaming royal simply remains silent as she grins, dragging the struggling human along behind her as strolls to the door. She swings it open, taking a peek outside encase there was anyone important, before strolling out naked with her prisoner. She gradually makes her way down her corridors, Finn wiggling in her grip all the while, trying to break free without hurting her.

He eventually gives up, finding no way to escape as he follows her pathetically, head down in shame… But eyes on her huge, jiggly butt as the orbs shake with her movements. The royal doesn't notice, simply grinning as she finally reaches her destination, and opens the massive doors to none other than the fire wolf holding grounds. She yanks Finn inside, then closes the door behind him, smirking at her human hostage as he stares at all the wolves in worry.

She pushes him forward, walking behind him as he submissively does as she wants, the royal grabbing both of his hands and holding them together behind his back. She guides him towards her target, Flame Princess rubbing her legs together in anticipation for what she is about to see as she brings them both before a massive wolf.

Finn looks up in awe, even sitting it had to at least three times his size! It's slightly open maw as it pants was definitely big enough for him to fit in, and their arrival makes it brings its gaze unto the duo. Finn gulps before, "Please… no…"

The royal laughs, wearing a humongous smile at Finn's plead, "Like him!? He's CB's pet wolf, all grown up now!" She continues to hold his hands behind his back as she pushes him towards the curious dog, Finn struggling as best as he can as his feet bite into the dirt, desperately trying to stop their advancement towards the canine.
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