Harem Booty for Sale
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Harem Booty for Sale For MorrisWolf By Draconicon
Being a bandit meant that money was always very high or very low. As soon as one managed to pull in a good haul, one had to fight hard to keep it long enough to spend it. As soon as it was gone, you were back to living a crappy life, waiting for the next big haul to come in so you could spend it in an afternoon and get right back to where you started.
Lorica refused to go back to that. She might not have a lot to offer the world, but she had more brains than the majority of the bandits in her former gang. So, when she managed to take down a snooty, feminine wolf boy in the last raid, the hyena decided that she didn't want to just use him as fuck-meat around the campfire. Instead, she cashed in the rest of her share of the loot, went off and bought the cheapest harem-wear that she could find, and hit the road with the wolf on a leash and a stern reminder that he wasn't going to try and escape. Not if he liked having legs, that was.
The hyena knew it would piss the other bandits off, and she was right. Three dead bodies lay at her feet, the scouts that the band had sent after her to try and bring her back to the fold. They wouldn't send anymore, she was pretty sure.
As she chewed on some of the jerky that she'd brought along for the trip, the wolf glared at her from the roadpost she'd tied him to. His hips were topped with a gold-leafed iron chain that held up a mostly-transparent pink loincloth, one that didn't really hide his sheath or his ass no matter how he stood. He glared at her, his arms crossed over his bare chest, and Lorica chuckled.
"What's the matter? Cold feet?"
"Cold feet, as well as cold hands, and cold chest...You could at least allow me the comfort of the furs on your back."
"Keep dreaming, whore."
Shrugging her shoulders to pull said furs a bit more fully over her, she looked down the road. There were supposed to be wagons going from the outlands to the capital passing through all the time, or so she'd heard from some of the other bandits that claimed this territory. Then again, considering there weren't any guards, they might have all been full of shit.
She stretched one leg out from the rock she sat on, shaking her head. If one of them didn't come by soon, then she'd have to move on. There were auction blocks for good sluts in all the cities closer to the capital, though she'd get less for the wolf there than she would from a private buyer.
That's if the ass doesn't get the stick out of his butt and behave...
The hyena narrowed her eyes at him, a half-glare that didn't leave any effect of the stuck-up canine. He had been so full of himself ever since he'd been yanked from his carriage. Not even real nobility - something about being the son of a knight - he had nevertheless thrown himself around with all the sensuality of a courtesan and all the annoying pride of a knight of the realm.
None of which kept him from getting locked into the outfit he was in now, of course. The hyena finished the latest strip of jerky, ripping the gristle of it out and throwing it on the ground. Lorica was just about to start another one when she caught sight of a pennant on the breeze.
"Speak of the fucking devil..."
She spat out the jerky, getting to her feet and grabbing the wolf's leash. She yanked it off the signpost, pulling him along to stand by her, and waited for the approach of the local lord.
And it was damn well a lord. Not enough stuff on his banners to make him a duke, but he was at least a baron, if not a count. That meant money, particularly with the number of men that he had following him and guarding his person.
The wolf tugged on the leash, the white-furred, long-haired canine growling under his breath. She cuffed him along the back of his head, pulling him close.
"Shut up. If you want to get out of here, you want to impress this guy."
"I want to go home."
"Fuck home. You're gonna make a choice. Me, or this rich fuck."
"..."
"Thought so. Now, unless you're gonna work that silver tongue to get him to buy you, shut the hell up and let me work."
Her wolf boy was quiet as the carriage came to a halt about thirty paces off. The door opened, and a bull poked his head out.
"What are you doing, blocking the road?"
"The road's free, Lord, but I got a proposal to any bored soul passing by."
"A proposal, you say? Does it have something to do with the...poor soul leashed to you?"
"Heh, indeed. Come out, and I'll show you what he can do."
The bull weighed her suggestion for a moment or two, then stepped out of the carriage properly. His guards were immediately at his side, but he didn't seem to be too bothered as the foxes rushed forward with spears and swords at the ready.
Lorica wasn't too surprised at the lord's portly build. None of them did much in the way of real exercise, and the overcoat he wore looked like it had been let out at least three times already, adding more and more to the flowing nature of the fabric to disguise the bull's true weight.
But he was rich. The hyena could see the coins weighing him down, and that was all she needed to know.
He came to a stop a few paces away, looking the wolf up and down. Not surprisingly, she saw the bull's crotch begin to bulge. The bandit smirked, slapping the white wolf across the ass.
"This boy's been a problem to me for a while, and I thought that it was high time that he started earning his keep. I'm whoring him out to anyone with the money to rent him, but if there's an urge for companionship, I could be willing to sell him, too."
"You won't make much money out here. The crossroads have been mostly abandoned by the nobility."
That explains why there's been fuck-all for the last few days...
Nevertheless, the hyena gripped the wolf's ass cheeks through his harem loincloth. The little slut growled under his breath, but it faded as soon as she spanked him.
"See, he's still a little wild, but he's got a good ass. Bet you that you'll never miss your lady as long as you have him under you."
"That I can back up," the wolf muttered under his breath.
"He claims a rump that fine?" the bull asked.
"Heh, he's got a damn good one." Lorica had seen that, too. That was why they'd been able to sneak up on the carriage in the first place, back then. The wolf had been getting fucked hard by a gray wolf, and the distraction had been key to them getting what they wanted. "He'll make you forget everything else."
"...I would be greatly surprised if he was that good. Or if he could take what I have to offer."
"You'd be surprised..." Lorica chuckled. "Shall I demonstrate?"
"Here?"
"Why not?"
"...I suppose no reason, if you and your protégé do not mind an audience."
"Proto-what?"
"...Proceed."
"Apprentice, dunce," the wolf muttered as she turned to him. "Do you know nothing?"
"I know enough to keep you alive instead of passed around the fire like fuck-meat," she muttered back. "Now shut up and do what you're told. Get on all fours while I get it ready."
As her boy toy got on the ground, pulling the back of his loincloth up, she reached for her pack. Carefully pushing her weapons out of the way so that the lord and his bodyguards didn't think she was trying anything, she pulled out her own toy.
It was a strap-on, perhaps seven inches long, and it was rooted at the bottom so that it would pop into her like a knotted dick and fix to her pussy. No need for a strap that way, and she could feel it a lot better, too.
She pulled up her leather skirt in the front, rubbed herself a few times, then jammed it in. It ached a bit, but hey, it did the job.
As soon as she turned around, the caravan of guards hissed and winced, while the lord himself raised an eyebrow. She smirked, walking forward with it swaying from side to side between her legs.
"What's the matter? Ain't seen a lady rocking a dick before?"
"It's...something new."
"Well, how much you got in those trousers of yours?"
"...About that much, give or take an inch."
Knowing the species, there was probably about that much more, but that told her enough. She grabbed her white wolf by the tail, kneeling behind him before she slapped the wooden dildo against his ass. He arched his back immediately, giving good form, and he pushed his hole backwards towards her dildo.
Alright, here's hoping he can take it...
She leaned back, then spat right on his hole. The wolf stiffened, and she could tell that he wanted to rear back and let her have it with an insult, and she headed him off with a cracked spank across his ass.
He yelped, but didn't say anything else. Instead, he lifted his tail further, showing off his hole for the audience. She grabbed his tail, held him still, and slooooowly pushed forward.
The bull, Lorica, and everyone else had a perfect view of that wooden dildo sliding past his rim, going further, further, and further until it was completely hilted. Through it all, the white wolf didn't even murmur. He just kept staring straight ahead, occasionally tapping his claws in the earth as if he were bored.
"Well...he can certainly take the size...but can he take everything else?" the bull asked.
"Why don't we find out?"
The End