Keyane, Chapter One
#1 of Keyane
"Menuctis alachmore..." I said, my eyes focusing on my hands as I guided them through the arcane gestures.
"Wrong! Men-uk-tes akal-ch-morae!" Barked my instructor, thumping the table with his closed fist. He wore a long gray robe, a long white beard descending from his chin. He was human, as was a great much of the city of Izzet. I was one of the minority, however. I was an Vulpes, a race of anthropomorphic foxes. I wore robes as well, gray like my instructor's, but with a blue band around the waist to signify my apprenticeship.
"Menuktes akalchmorae..." I tried again, gesturing to the candle before me. It suddenly roared to life, a flickering blue flame dancing along its exposed wick.
"Excellent! There may be hope for you yet." My instructor sat back in his chair behind his desk, smiling widely as he packed some pipeweed into his pipe. "Now, do you know why the gestures are important, Stakkus?"
"To gather and direct the energy required, sir." I responded, knowing that part by heart. He nodded, lighting his pipe with a flick of his finger.
"Right. You're on the path, boy. One day, you might even surpass the archmage Alaech!" He laughed heartily, a puff of smoke escaping his lips. I hated it when he referred to himself in the third person; it creeped me out. "One more question before I send you off to bed; where's my staff?" I blinked at that question.
"Your staff?" I looked around the room. It was his library, books lining the walls save for two opposite areas, where a window allowed the cold night air and moonlight inside. It was lit by small orbs that hung from the walls, giving off bright sunlight. "I don't know, master."
"Pity...I'm sure I left it up here. To bed with you." He gestured dismissively, and I headed up the staircase to my room. It was tucked away in a corner of the square tower, fairly cramped but warm during the winter and cool during the summer. Not that it really got very warm in the Northern Forests, but the 'staying warm in the winter' part was very welcome. I shut the heavy wooden door, flopping down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. With the command word the sunglobe on the wall flared to life, revealing a small bookcase, writing desk, and single wardrobe. My eyes ached from hours of poring over the Tome Of Beginning Majick, its tiny print burned into my retinas. With a sigh I opened my robe, hanging it on the hook next to the door. I wore only a small loincloth under it, and I removed this too.
Alaech had warned against masturbation, saying that it 'dulled the mind and senses against anything but pleasure'. I didn't believe that, not one bit. My hands drew along my fur, along my chest and my sides, then back down to my thighs. I restrained a moan as my sensitive flesh trembled, but let it free as my hand reached my sheath. My canine member slid free quickly after beginning my stroking, throbbing hard and standing out against my gray fur. It throbbed harder as I took it, slowly stroking its length. It had been far too long since I had pleasured myself, always busy with Alaech's errands or lessons. Images came to mind as I stroked myself, a voluptuous female astride my cock, my thrusts burying myself deeper and deeper into her hot flesh, her cries and moans filling the chamber and mixing with my own. My free hand slid along my thigh, just as hers would, reaching my balls and gently fondling them as I moaned louder, the furred orbs sensitive to even the lightest touch. After a few moments of this my hand slid further down, down under my balls, along my tail until it prodded the intensely sensitive ring under it. I tensed, my member jetting a bit of precum as my finger traced my tailhole, coming back to my maw only for a moment before venturing back down, slipping inside the wonderfully tight ring of my tailhole with a flare of pleasure. I thrust gently with it, the shallow penetration flooding me with wave after wave of sheer, narcotic pleasure. I couldn't last long, not with the torrent of pleasure tailhole play always brought me. My member throbbed hard, my knot swelling before I erupted in orgasm, my hot seed arcing through the air in a high trajectory, spattering across my belly and chest. I panted as my member dripped more seed, forming a small pool on my belly.
I cleaned myself up with a rag after a while of laying there, sleep overtaking me soon after that. I slept for quite a while, until a sudden banging woke me up. I sat bolt upright as my door exploded inwards, showering me with splinters as a muscular, green humanoid stepped in. His body was covered with thick, black hair in places, and off his head hung a tangled mess of the same color. I immediately recognized him as an orc, but before I could reach for my dagger he rushed forward, grabbing me by the throat and throwing me to the bed while grunting something in a language I did not understand. As I struck the sheets I realized a trio of things in quick succession; he carried an axe smeared with blood, he was naked, and that he was erect. I cursed as he pinned me to the bed, spreading my legs with his own powerful version, his musky member stiff and already dripping pre.
"D-Don't...please..." I begged, but he did not seem to understand. A powerful arm pinned me as he dropped his axe, lifting my legs with his now free hand. Almost instantly I felt his cock pressing against my tailhole, and I began to fruitlessly struggle. With a frustrated sound he thrust forward, and immediately I screamed. The pain was unbearable as he began to thrust, grunting with each inch of it. Suddenly another orc dashed in, axe raised. This one was naked too, with shorter hair and longer tusks. With a fiendish grin he laid his axe across my desk, coming to straddle my chest as his friend ravaged my tailhole. His girth penetrated deeper than I thought possible, spreading pain as it went. The orc on my chest tapped his half-erect member against my mouth, grumbling something. His member stank of sweat, unwashed bodies, and semen. I shied away from it, eyes streaming from the pain I could not ignore. He grabbed my head angrily, opening my mouth with his powerful hands and stuffing his member into my maw. It tasted as vile as it smelled, but I had little choice other than to suck as he thrust. The pain began to lessen as the orc at my hind increased his thrusting, grunting something loudly. The orc at my maw shifted slightly, thrusting downward into my maw. Suddenly both roared, disgusting seed flooding my maw as something hot filled my tailhole. I choked and coughed around the member in my maw, finally swallowing the disgusting fluid to spare myself from choking on it. As the orc at my hind withdrew I was flooded with agony, screaming out once again. The orc at my maw spat something, reaching under my bed and producing a dagger. With a vicious movement he struck me, but no pain flared. They both grunted and departed, gathering their axes.
I laid there for a moment, before feeling something wet on my chest. I brought my hand to it, and felt the cold steel of my dagger's hilt at my throat. I tried to scream, but found I could not; nor could I move. I laid there, crying silently as the night cold washed over me.