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Feran was sitting in the castle courtyard flipping through various maps of enemy countries, a golden, morning sun falling onto the old papers. He had been over the maps time and time again, but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't develop a good plan of attack on those enemy countries. It was like all of his confidence and military expertise had flown out the window with the morning breeze. The wind seemed to almost want lead him somewhere as he looked up from the maps. The bull could swear that it even carried a scent. It was soft, subtle, but all the more intoxicating. Feran walked through the corridors and passed room after room until he found himself at his chambers, the doors opening on their own to reveal a beautiful black and white canine. She was magnificent. She looked over at the bull with a soft smile and motioned the bull to come over to where she stood. She leaned against the bedpost, revealing her breasts, both large and round. "You're late my lord. It's not polite to keep a lady waiting. Especially when the lady is in need of her Emperor," the husky crooned as she climbed over onto the bull's luxurious bed.

As if his body were acting of its own free will, Feran chuckled, "And what kind of gentleman would I be if I were to keep a Lady waiting?" In a flash, the bull's clothes were thrown across the room and the bull was on top of the female husky, kissing her deeply and caressing her firm breasts. He groaned loudly as his cock slipped within her moist confines, his body shaking with pleasure. It was nearly ten minutes before Feran could feel himself rapidly approaching his climax. "Think you're woman enough to bear my children, my dear?" Feran groaned softly.

The canine moaned out, her body feeling completely filled with the bull's thick cock. "Please, my Lord, I wish to be the mother of your children!" she practically screamed out.

Feran rammed himself hard into her and came hard within her, splattering her insides with his potent seed. He continued to fuck her slowly, a squelching sound coming from her nethers as he fucked his cum into her, eventually pulling out and unleashing a stream of cum from her filled pussy. Feran flopped back onto the bed and sighed contentedly. "Haven't had a fuck that good in a long while," he smiled. "Forgive me, but I never got your name."

Jordan laid there, coated in cum. "I believe we are already acquainted, my Lord."

Feran shot out of bed screaming, throwing himself to the floor and rising swiftly to his hooved feet in a battle-ready position. Jordan looked over at the bull, sipping a cup of tea at a nearby table. "Oh, you're awake my Lord. How do you feel?" the clothed husky asked.

Feran had an incredibly confused look on his face as he slowly lowered his fists from the combat stance. "I...actually, I feel pretty good," the bull said, sounding surprised as a rejuvenating feeling washed over him. The bull eyed the Raven suspiciously, and said with a hint of anger in his voice, "I do NOT have dreams like that. Did you do something to me, Raven?"

"Yes, I placed the female husky in your dream so you could relax, but the moment I put that into your dream, I woke up to keep watch," Jordan said calmly as he sipped his tea. "So it's not as if I saw anything."

The bull looked like he was about to explode with anger, but something in him flipped, and he had to turn around and walk to his walk-in wardrobe to hide a sudden blush of embarrassment. Feran's voice almost cracked as he yelled, "Well...don't do it again. I have much more important things to worry about than pleasures of the flesh, especially now that I have to plan out a defense of the Empire since we'll probably be getting attacked from all sides..." he said as he came back into view and rested his head on the pillar of a bedpost. "I'm easily the greatest Emperor this Empire has ever had, but I don't think even I can pull this off...it's gonna be tough to say the least."

Jordan looked over at the bull and simply shrugged. "Why not consult with your generals on the issues?"

"That's not a terrible idea I suppose..." Feran thought for a moment. "They won't be happy to have their attention taken away from the invasion, but this can't wait another minute. Go deliver a summons to Generals Anderval, Garn, Kranos, and Czeska. Have them in the Great Hall no later than sunset this evening. No exceptions, or else their ranks are forfeit as punishment." Feran walked to a massive black desk in the corner and grabbed four sheets of parchment, scribbling the summons on each one, putting the parchments in individual envelopes, and sealing the envelopes with melted wax imprinted with the royal symbol, a sword and axe clashing behind the silhouette of a bull's head.

Jordan walked over to receive the envelopes. He then bowed, saying, "Yes, my lord." Jordan's voice turned into whisper, as his body evaporated into black smoke. Leaving the bull alone to his thoughts.

As the last wisps of the husky's body dispersed, Feran dressed in loose-fitting garments, left the room, and headed down to the guard barracks. Even though it was early morning and most of the guards were already on duty around the city, the barracks was still a beehive of activity; soldiers practicing their swordsmanship against each other or against wooden dummies, soldiers polishing armor and maintaining the massive armory which was stocked to the brim with weapons and armor, and, once Feran entered the barracks, many made a point of continuing whatever they were doing with much more enthusiasm than before. It was not uncommon for Feran to make random appearances amongst his troops, which more often than not intimidated the soldiers, but at the same time it made them respect him even more because he wasn't just an Emperor who sat on his throne all day and he actually cared about his soldiers.

The bull grabbed a nearby longsword and, walking up to a ram who was attacking a wooden dummy rather vigorously, said, "Not bad form, but you won't get any better by attacking a dummy. It's much better practice when sparring someone else." The ram swung his sword, missing the dummy by a mile, as his brain registered the voice behind him, and he jumped in surprise.

"M'lord! Forgive me, I had not seen you!" the ram kneeled down, his sword plunged point-down in the dirt. "I would normally practice with my friends, but they have been stationed with the troops invading Soringrad."

"Rise, soldier. Your friends are off fighting bravely, I assure you, and that's a reason to stop doing useless training, because you'll never join them otherwise. A dummy can't move to parry or counter you. I, however, can," Feran said with a cocky smirk, settling into a fighting stance, and raising his sword. "Shall we begin?"

The ram stood on his feet, raised his sword in a ready stance, and nodded, looking torn at the thought of dueling his Emperor with a real weapon. It was all over the soldier's face that he was scared at the thought of accidentally hurting his Emperor during the exercise, but he ran towards Feran anyway, not daring to turn down the training. The bull easily blocked the blade and countered with his own. Both he and the ram were showed great skill when it came to swordplay, but the ram was doing his best to attack Feran without going all-out. Feran, a master swordsman, could easily tell that the ram wasn't giving it his all, and he decided to make the soldier pay for it.

The ram made a thrust towards Feran's chest, but the bull smacked it away, whirled into a sidestepping motion which put him behind the ram, and he slapped the ram hard on the ass with the flat of his blade, the soldier yelping in pain.

The ram, not wanting to come off as a fool with his comrades slowly gathering around to watch, quickly pulled out a short practice dagger; a dull, little chunk of wood shaped to resemble a dagger, and he charged at Feran again. However, the ram had made the mistake to do so as Jordan rounded a corner into the courtyard.

The husky saw the incoming attack aimed at Feran and swiftly charged into the ram's side, tackling him to the ground. The ram cried out and looked up to see the shadow of the Raven's massive, black hammer raised above his attacker's head. The canine howled out as he swung the hammer as hard as he could in a downward strike. "Die, assassin!!!"

"STOP!" Feran bellowed as he charged at and tackled the Raven in a similar fashion.

Jordan's hammer fell to the ground with a loud thud, the weapon narrowly missing the ram's head, as nearly four-hundred pounds of muscle slammed into the dog, sending both Emperor and Raven crashing to the ground. Feran nearly had Jordan pinned, but the canine rolled out of it and Feran toppled backwards on his ass as the dog did so. The Emperor found himself in a sitting position with his legs in front of him and a Raven crawling into his lap.

"My lord! Are you alright? I'm sorry I left you for so long!" Jordan clutched onto the bull, his body shivering as he sat in the bull's lap. Feran started trying to stand up awkwardly, shoving Jordan off of him.

Feran, unbeknownst to the Raven, was growing a violent red as his rage grew before he finally roared, "WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS IS WRONG WITH YOU, RAVEN?!" he screamed, picking the dog up violently by the front of his tunic.

"What...what's wrong with ME!?" the Raven questioned as he gripped Feran's wrist and began to squeeze it, trying to break the bull's hold on him. "We are in the midst of a war! There are people in your Senate that you can barely trust, and you decide to go and play soldier while I'm gone!?" Jordan's grip was tightening. "It's plain to see I've made a mistake in thinking you were sensible, because how are we to know HE'S not some assassin?" he growled, pointing at the dumbstruck ram who was scared out of his mind. "You could have been DEAD if I were not HERE TO KEEP YOU SAFE!!!" Jordan snarled in the bull's face.

Feran snarled right back in Jordan's face in a low voice. "It seems you've forgotten who your master is, Raven. I hired you to protect me from danger, but I was in no danger from a GODDAMN WOODEN DAGGER. And to make matters worse, you've just made a fool of me in front of this entire garrison with this stunt of yours! " Feran's voice dropped so that only the husky could hear him. "I don't care how much I paid for your hide, Raven. Anything less than a standard punishment would be seen as weakness on my part, and I can't afford to look weak, especially not now, so let this punishment be a lesson to you."

"Guards!" Feran roared. "Prepare the whipping posts, and tie him spread eagle between them," he ordered. The guards watching the scene were hesitant at first, but then they decided it best to immediately obey their emperor, lest they get tied to the posts next. Hands grabbed Jordan and tied him between two thick posts driven into the ground, his limbs spread in a giant X shape. Feran pointed towards the ram he had sparred with who had begun to regain his composure by this time. "Centurion! Grab a whip and administer twenty lashes."

The soldier looked at his Emperor with some confusion. "My Lord, I am but a simple legionnaire. I am no centurion."

Without even looking at the ram, Feran spoke, "You've been promoted to centurion for your skill in combat and for sparring with your Emperor without question, congratulations," he stated flatly.

The ram almost smiled with joy, but decided against it due to the serious situation. He picked himself up,walked off, and came back with a menacing looking whip which split into six separate whips, each woven around what looked like shards of steel sticking out from the leather. "Sire?" he asked almost timidly, waiting for the order to begin the assault on the husky who was now stripped down to a simple loincloth.

"Begin," Feran ordered without emotion.

The cracked loudly, the leather snapping across the husky's back, Jordan remaining completely silent. The gathered crowd was rather confused as to whether or not it had struck him. The centurion cracked the whip against Jordan again when the husky spoke. "Have we started yet? There seems to be an annoying fly buzzing around," Jordan said flatly, his head turning, and his normally soft china blue eyes appearing to be as cold as the ice in the ninth ring of Hell. This only encouraged the ram to strike even harder each time, each lash stripping off flesh as the metal shards were ripped free. Jordan did not scream. He uttered no cries for mercy, even when he felt pieces of flesh being ripped off of his back. It was the quietest whipping anyone present had ever heard or seen. Even after the guards untied Jordan from the posts, the dog simply stood upright and walked away from the scene, not even glancing at Feran.

Feran was in a foul mood the remainder of the afternoon as what was slowly becoming known as the Silent Whipping amongst the guards spread throughout the castle like wildfire. Luckily for them, the guards stayed out of his way as he stomped throughout the castle trying to blow off steam by essentially trying to find something to yell about, even causing one servant girl to burst into tears after he screamed at her for not changing his bedsheets correctly. After about an hour of walking around the castle aimlessly, Feran heard voices coming from a room to his left. For no real reason, he decided to be stealthy as he pressed his back against the wall next to the door and listened to the voices within.

"...Please, he's an Emperor. Are you honestly that surprised he would do something like this to one of his 'servants'?" the voice said, sounding like Rakshan.

"No, but this was too much. Jordan was only protecting hi-"

"Aaahh!" A loud yelp echoed through the chamber, followed by a soft cry and whimpers.

"I'm so sorry, Jordan. I know it hurts, but please try to hold on for a bit. The wounds must heal with time, no matter how fast our healing spells may be," Bogram voice said with empathy in his voice. The door was slightly cracked open, and the bull could see Jordan in a small tub of hot water. There were runes written on the bandages Bogram placed on Jordan's back, each of which tried to cover the gaping wounds left by the whip, and tears were streaming down the canine's face as he did so. Rakshan, meanwhile, held the husky's head tightly to his chest.

"I know, little one. I know it hurts. Just breathe...," Rakshan said, his voice becoming surprisingly soothing.

Feran stood outside the door not knowing what to do with himself. Did he necessarily WANT to have the husky whipped? No, but he HAD to. He could not appear weak, and to let such an action go unpunished would undermine the image he had meticulously crafted for himself. Something about what was going on in the room was slowly causing him to feel regret. Three highly competitive, trained killers, were acting like siblings, and it was like two of them were helping out their younger brother recover from his injuries after had gotten hurt by some bully . Perhaps he had misjudged the characters of the Ravens... Somewhere deep down, there was a fierce loyalty to each other and a sense of brotherhood.

He was half tempted to go in and apologize to them, Jordan especially...no, he couldn't. An apology would be admitting fault, a lapse in judgement and, therefore, weakness. No matter how much he tried to harden his heart to make the guilt go away, the bloody, beaten husky kept showing up in his thoughts, and he kept feeling that pang of regret. Trying to push it from his mind, Feran silently left the scene and walked down the hall to meet with his generals who would be arriving shortly.

Walking into the Great Hall, Feran was surprised to see his Generals already assembled, the group rising from their seats around the long table to honor their Emperor as the bull walked to his slightly more ornate chair at the end of the table.

His Generals looked over to see their ruler, all of them saluting. Feran trusted each of them with the armies that his father had misused. Two were his Generals who controlled the ground troops, Generals Anderval and Kranos. The two of them were titans among their own men, both thickly built, powerfully muscled, and covered in battle scars, each of which had their own story. The only difference between the two was that Anderval was a slightly shorter gorilla with one eye, and Kranos was a massive elephant with a pair of menacing tusks.

Feran looked to his right to see the General of his navy, General Garn. The crocodile had a serious reputation when it came to running the ships with nothing less than perfect execution, and execution was exactly what would happen to anyone who disobeyed or did not follow his orders. He was the living personification of the stereotype that reptiles were cold hearted as well as cold blooded.

Last, but most certainly not the least, was the General of the air force he commanded, General Czeska, a beautiful golden eagle. She was the embodiment of beauty and power. When she and her legion of avian fighters darkened the skies with their wings, her enemies knew that it would be the last thing they saw. They each looked at their Emperor, looking pleased to see him, but still unamused that they had to be called away from battle.

Feran sat in his ornately carved chair, the generals following suit and sitting as well. He summoned a huge mess of maps and old battle plans out of thin air and placed them neatly on the table. "You have all been summoned here, each of you a master in your respective divisions of my armies, to help me decide what to do regarding an urgent problem the Garran Empire faces. As of today, not one, not two, but THREE assassination attempts on my life have been thwarted by the Ravens. As you all know, that means that we are at war with AT LEAST three countries or nations because of our forces moving to invade Soringrad."

The bull pulled a map closer to himself, the map depicting the entirety of the explored world and the boundaries between the territories of various empires, kingdoms, and other countries. "Our intelligence we've gathered on Soringrad's allies suggests that they may be receiving help from the Arcane Empire of Norithil, the Republic of Forlonde, and Eilioth, the Kingdom Under the Mountains. Those are the only ones we are currently aware of, however, I would put money on them being allies with their other neighbors, the Dominion of Heldrath, and the Ninth Great Kingdom of Nimrione."

"All of these countries, kingdoms, and empires are known enemies of Garran, so it wouldn't surprise me in the least if they tried to band together to crush our armies at the walls of Soringrad. I refuse to let such a thing happen, so the decisions on how to handle the situation falls upon us right here, right now. We need to take Soringrad no matter what," Feran thinking about how pissed Famine would be if she didn't get her precious country and a castle or two, "and we can't leave the capitol undefended whilst we wage war elsewhere, so I need your advice on how we should proceed. Also, don't worry about the assassination attempts. That's what the Ravens are for."

"Ahh yes, the Ravens..." Kranos bellowed with a deep sigh. "We've heard that you recently had to clip a little birdy's wings for embarrassing you earlier. Oh, pardon the expression General Czeska."

"Not at all, I've heard the rumors of this 'Silent whipping' incident," the eagle looked inquisitively at the bull.

The huge emperor sighed. "News spreads fast so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised word has reached your ears barely two hours after it happened. If you must know the details, I decided to spar with a young soldier, a ram who, by the end of this story, I promoted to centurion and is now under your command, General Kranos. Anyway, during the fight, the youngest Raven, Jordan, shows up out of nowhere as the soldier pulls a wooden practice dagger on me, a move which I applaud him for doing as it made the fight more authentic, but I digress. So Jordan rushes in and nearly smashes the soldier's head in with his warhammer because he thought the ram was an assassin, an easy mistake to make I suppose given current events. I wouldn't have ordered the whipping, however, if he hadn't provoked me into having to tackle him to save the ram's life and if he hadn't questioned me and my actions, but he did. As each of you well know, there is no room for looking weak in front of the men, so it had to be done." Feran finished the story and watched his generals to see if anyone wished to speak.

"An excellent decision my Lord, and while I love to hear stories of the weak being beaten for being unreliable, I say we should focus on the task at hand," General Garn stated.

"I agree," General Kranos huffed. "Now, we already know that Soringrad's armies are weak, yet they think that their allies and their combined power can beat the Garran empire. A foolish idea really, but one thing's for certain is that their walls are tall and thick. All we have to do is trap them in their city and corner them like rats. The navy can cut off the troops and supplies that Soringrad is receiving from Norithil, Forlonde, and Eilioth. Those three countries don't have the armies needed to attack us, so we won't have to worry about them at all."

General Czeska reached out over the map and pointed at the Dominion of Heldrath, and the Ninth Great Kingdom of Nimrione. "My scouts have told me that these two nations have not even begun to rally their armies, meaning they are not interested in going to war with us or they are waiting for the Kingdom Under the Mountains to make the first move, so I wouldn't call them Soringrad allies just yet...who knows, if we give them the right price they might even be OUR allies. How much of the Empire's money could we offer them?" she asked as she looked over to Feran.

Feran didn't meet the gazes of any of his generals as he looked at the vaulted ceiling decorated with the various colors the stained glass windows cast on it because of the setting sun's light. "About that...," Feran said slowly, "We're paying for this war completely out of pocket because we won't be sacking Soringrad for its riches after we capture it. So, if we're lucky...we could maybe offer no more than one-hundred thousand TOTAL to bribe both countries. It's not a large sum by any stretch, but I don't want our coffers running dry from purchasing allies we might not even need to begin with."

Each of Feran's Generals looked at each other and shared an expression of doubt and discomfort. A deep rumble came from General Anderval, the gorilla clearing his throat. "My Lord, it seems to me like we are risking our armies to simply take over a country that we will only have, at best, half of control of, while this 'Lady Famine' controls it's capital. How has she contributed to the situation at all anyway? How many soldiers has she given you? By the sound of it, not that many. Three hundred? Three thousand?"

Feran couldn't help but look embarrassed even though he inwardly feared the generals' responses to the answer. "Well...First off, General Anderval, she will be running the entire country, however, she will be reporting directly to me in matters both domestic and political. Second..." Feran took a deep breath, "She has supplied us with three soldiers." He waited for the inevitable outroar.

Each of the Generals were silent, but then a soft chuckle escaped each of their mouths. "Forgive me my Lord, heheheheh, I could have sworn I just heard you say she only gave you..." Kranos stopped the moment he looked at the bull and saw his face to be absolutely serious. This enraged the elephant to the point where his trunk made a trumpet sound. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!? YOU GAVE THIS WOMAN THE COUNTRY? THE COUNTRY, MIGHT I ADD, WE HAVE SPENT NEARLY TWO YEARS AT WAR WITH, FOR THREE SOLDIERS WHO CLAIM TO BE THE BEST!?"

Feran tried to remain calm and collected even though every fiber of his body wanted to rage right back at the elephant. He steepled his fingers in front of him as he spoke calmly. "You weren't there when I saw them demonstrate their power. You weren't there when I saw HER. I may not have seen her power, but if those three feared her...?" Feran looked straight into the elephant's eyes, "I don't even want to think about what would happen to myself or this Empire if I went back on that deal and Famine waged war against us. I believe those three may very well be the trump cards we need in our gradual conquest of this continent." Feran paused. "I'm not one for superstitions, but I believe there is some truth in the legends surrounding the Ravens in that they could easily take down an Empire as powerful as the Garran Empire with only a handful of their men."

"Can we see them?" General Czeska asked, almost sounding sheepish which surprised everyone in the room. "Forgive me my lord, it's just...ever since I was a hatchling, my great grandmother told me stories of how the first Raven was indeed literally a raven, and how his pitch black feathers would coat entire continents in darkness....I would like to see his disciples."

"As would I," Garn added. "I've always appreciated power, that's no secret, so will you show them to us? Prove to us that they were worth an entire country."

"I shall," Feran spoke, wondering to himself if Jordan would actually respond to his commands after what he did to him. Regardless, he yelled imperiously at the air in front of him, "JORDAN! BOGRAM! RAKSHAN! ATTEND ME!"

Silence fell. The sound of the wind carried throughout the room, but then darkness completely swallowed the room as the flames of the candles blew out. The flames were then restored with a dark blue flame on each of the wax candles, and behind the bull were all three of his faithful Ravens, Jordan included, all of them wearing black hoods and beautiful, yet unsettling, ornate masks.

"You called for us, my Lord?" Rakshan asked, his deep voice carried through the room as the hall began to light up with the original orange flames. The Generals gaped in amazement at how they looked. General Czeska stood up, walking over to the three and studying them.

"The cloaks, the metalwork of their armor, heh, even their masks...this is avian craftsmanship...They are the genuine article alright," she smiled, the eagle seeming almost giddy. She then looked at each of the insignias on the Ravens' cloaks, each holding a different meaning. "The juggernaut, the marksman, and the warrior...," Czeska spoke, going in order from Rakshan, to Bogram, then to Jordan.

Each of them bowed in respect to the General, glad to find someone who understood their culture. "Are you satisfied, Generals, or do you require additional proof?" Feran asked those assembled at the table.

Kranos was the first to ask one of the Ravens. "I have one question. You there, the small one," he said, pointing to Jordan, the husky turning to face the pachyderm. "Hypothetically, what would happen if your previous master, Lady Famine, did not receive her payment?" he asked with a deep concern, but looking directly at Feran the entire time.

Jordan simply spoke the truth. "Lady Famine will do what she did to the country of Rashiek. First, she will summon a massive swarm of locusts, destroy your crops, and have your troops as well as your people slowly starve to death. If she doesn't have the patience, she will create a massive storm with hail the size of cactus melons raining from the sky. If she is angry, which most likely she will be, she will just come into the city and perform a complete and utter massacre of all the civilians and soldiers, put their heads before the throne, and use their skulls as step stools to reach what would then be her seat...and that's on a good day."

Feran looked seriously at Kranos. "That, my dear General, is a threat that I fully believe will come to pass should we go back on the deal. That is why even I, ruler of this great Empire, both fear and respect the power of that organization and the woman who leads it. That is why I will stop at nothing to honor the bargain and take Soringrad no matter the cost, because I refuse to let this Empire fall in such a manner."

Jordan, Bogram, and Rakshan each looked at the map, and studied the map vigorously, eyes dashing in every direction over it and muttering to each other. Then they looked at each of the Generals and their master. After a long pause, they all evaporated into smoke. This, of course, made Kranos furious. "What the hell was that!?"

Feran's eye twitched in annoyance. "Discuss plans of attack on Soringrad and plans for the defense of Garran. I'll be right back," he ordered, walking briskly from the chamber and to the room he had seen the Ravens in earlier while dressing Jordan's wounds. The door was shut, but he threw it open, the heavy wooden door slamming loudly into the wall as he walked into the room. For added effect, Feran spoke firmly but softly. "What in the hell are you playing at? I have a room full of confused generals who probably now suspect you to be traitors after running off like that!"

"Quite," one of them said as they were hunched over a huge piece of parchment. Then the Raven moved to show that they were drawing a map of all the lands they had just studied. "We saw their map and realized that they are out of date my lord," Jordan spoke quickly as his paws raced across the parchment, sketching the landscape. "What you and your generals don't know is that an earthquake had affected the mountain range bordering Soringrad's rear, making it so that there is a small passage between them. Large enough to send an army through, but small enough to go completely unnoticed. Don't you see my lord? You can hit them from both ends and Soringrad will never see it coming," Jordan said, turning his head to face the bull, looking him dead in the eyes.

Feran turned to Rakshan and Bogram. "This intelligence is correct?" he inquired somewhat excitedly.

They all stood and turned to their master. "Yes, my Lord."

"If this plan of attack works...," Feran grabbed the map and half ran out the door to head back to the generals with the news, "You'll all be showered with rewards if it's the last thing I do!" Running back to the Great Hall, Feran threw the map on the table. "Use the pass. They'll never see it coming," he said excitedly. "You all focus on the invasion, and I'll worry about our forces here in the capitol. There are plenty enough men here to mount a full defense of the city."

With that, the bull turned on his heel and left the room without another word, leaving the room of generals filled with stunned silence at the information and their Emperor's demeanor, genuine excitement not something normally seen on the bull's face. He then returned to the room the Ravens were in. "I don't really know what to say. 'Thank you' doesn't seem like nearly enough for the great service you've done Garran with this knowledge."

"Say that you will take me with you," Jordan spoke as he approached the bull, speaking rather bluntly up to his master. "I wish to be by your side and fight with you on the front lines. Please, let me be your weapon, my Lord," Jordan pleaded as he kneeled before Feran.

Feran found himself somewhat stunned by the husky's actions. After what he had put the canine through earlier that day, the bull was amazed that the dog would want to be anywhere near him for an extended amount of time. He looked at Rakshan and Bogram with a look that asked "where the hell is this coming from?".

"He wishes to redeem himself after his 'failure' to please you," Rakshan growled. "We will keep Garran safe while you go out on your campaign." The lion and tiger evaporated into smoke, the dog still looking at him with a fire in his eyes.

"Very well," Feran said with a slight sigh. "You will accompany me as the Generals and I ride to the front lines. Pack anything you might need. We'll be riding at breakneck speed to make it there by morning."

"No need, my Lord. I have already packed everything I need," Jordan said as he summoned his hammer. "I will ride with you. I swear, Soringrad may belong to Lady Famine, but everything will be yours in the end," the dog growled, a smile cracking his stoic expression, and the two of them staring at each other, looking into each other's eyes.

The sight of the canine's spirit, apparently unmarred by his earlier flogging, moved Feran fiercely, the bull almost coming close to crying for the first time since he was a child, something the young Emperor had thought himself physically incapable of doing as of late. He held back the swelling emotions of regret and sorrow and did not let them get past his emotional walls. "Alright. Meet me at the stables within the hour."

The Emperor, his generals, and his Raven rode hard into the night, vowing to make it to the Garran forces by morning where the soldiers would be breaking down camp somewhere outside the northern border of Soringrad. Feran wanted to be there already when his troops woke up in the morning, possibly say something inspiring, and then lead the men through the hidden pass the Ravens had told him of and into the country of Soringrad, hopefully undetected.

By the time they reached the endless field of tents that was the Garran military camp, the entire party was feeling fairly exhausted. Thankfully there was still another two hours until sunrise, so Feran retired to a luxurious tent that had been prepared for him immediately once the news of his coming arrived. The tent was pretty much the standard tent that a general would have; high roof, inexpensive tapestries adorning the walls, but best of all, a huge bed of pillows and animal furs that felt amazing once the bull stripped to his loincloth and flopped onto the bed, getting under the furs.

"Tired, my Lord?" Jordan asked, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, already stripped down to nothing but his loincloth as well. The bull was impressed by the Raven's muscular build. He expected to see nothing but a scrawny little puppy underneath those robes he wore, but what laid before him was a dog completely covered in hard, solid muscle.

Feran's heart tore just a little when he saw the light whipping scars just barely visible under the fur on the husky's back. Turning onto his side under the furs so that he could look at the husky, Feran couldn't help but ask, almost childishly, "Jordan...do you hate me? Be honest."

"If I hated you, my Lord, you wouldn't be breathing right now," Jordan looked over at him, but after hearing how innocently the question was asked, the dog sighed. "No, my Lord. I do not hate you. I will admit I was hurt that you punished me so harshly for doing my duty...but I understand why you did so."

Feran sighed as well. "It's just...I hate myself for doing that to you, but I know it had to be done. I hate that it had to be done at all, but...I have to keep up appearances. I'm really not a terrible person, truly I'm not, but I have to be this seemingly uncaring, ruthless dictator of an Emperor. I HAVE to rule through fear, as much as I hate to admit it. My father...he wasn't a bad guy, but his kindness was seen as weakness by some, and those people sought to assassinate him."

Feran shifted onto his back and stared up at the ceiling of the tent, horrible visions coming back to haunt him. "They succeeded too. They stormed the palace in the middle of the night, and killed the guards silently. They killed my parents, the Emperor and Empress, in their sleep, and they would be going to my chambers next. My father...my mother..." Feran's voice cracked. "It was nothing short of a miracle that my attendant, as I was only five at the time, woke up in the middle of the night to relieve himself, and he happened to catch a glimpse of armed warriors who weren't palace guards walking silently towards my parents' chambers. My attendant, Avern, ran to my room and woke me, telling me that everything was okay and that we needed to play a game of hide and seek for a while. I didn't question him as he rushed me down the halls, narrowly avoiding the armed men multiple times, and smuggled me out of the palace to hide out in his sister's house for the night.

Feran was noticeably shivering as he paused briefly and then spoke once more. "The next morning, when the city was in an uproar, Avern smuggled me back to the palace, but neither of us expected what we saw when we got there. Hanging above the entryway into the palace..." Feran's voice cracked again, "...my parents...dangling there in the morning sun with their throats slit like some kind of macabre puppets..."

"I didn't speak for days, even during their funerals, or even during my own coronation ceremony the next day. I had been crowned Emperor at the age of FIVE. You can't even begin to imagine how much of a burden that is, even with Avern helping me govern the Senate. I had no childhood, no happy days. I had to grow up fast. Since then, I had to learn from history. I had to learn that kindness was seen as weakness, that my rage and ruthlessness was my best defense, and that I had to rule in such a way that those lessons were reflected in my every action, all so that I wouldn't end up like my parents..." Feran's voice broke completely, and he couldn't continue speaking through fear of the walls he erected around his emotions shattering, the walls he had spent nearly two decades constructing.

Jordan reached over and held the bull's huge hands in his smaller paws. "It's alright, my Lord. Listen to me. It's going to be alright. I'm here to protect you...If you would like, I could tell you the story of my life as well." The nearly crying Emperor nodded. The husky looked down and took in a deep breath. "I am different from my Brothers. I was not found or brought into the House of Whispering Shadows. I forced my way in when I was seven. One day, in the far, eastern town of Quitark, that's where I am from by the way, Lady Famine was there, buying fruit. I had made the mistake of trying to steal them from her. Being a street urchin, I didn't have much of a choice. It was only two seconds later that the woman grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and slammed me into the ground. It was the first of many times I would get my nose broken."

"It was there that she told me, 'You putrid little filth. How dare you touch me. No matter who you are or what you do with your life, you'll be nothing more than shit underneath my shoe.' She left me there in pain, but I swore on my life that I was going to kill that woman for humiliating me...But then I thought about it: What if she could teach me the moves she had used to take me down? So I ran and begged her to make me her student...it was then that she took the time to beat the living hell out of me for three hours straight. My left leg was broken, both my left and right arm were dislocated, and my eyes were swollen and black. She laughed the entire time, and then she walked out of the village in the company of two of her Ravens who also took the time the beat me down into the ground for following them...but I pursued them."

"I trailed behind them through desert, but it was halfway to the Order that I keeled over. She walked over to me in that black dress of hers and sighed, telling her men to drag me in. What I hadn't realized was that all the beatings were my part of my initiation, a way to desensitise me to pain and, of course, it worked. They taught me all the ways of how to kill, and more importantly, how to perform arcane magic...My first task was to kill the first people I saw when I went into a town...turned out it was a child and her mother. My Lord...she looked up at me and asked me 'Why? Why are you doing this? You don't-' Jordan swallowed hard for a moment. "I didn't let her finish...I killed them both right there in cold blood. It was at that moment my abilities exploded with growth...To achieve this power, Feran, all the innocence in our souls had to be crushed...So, know this, my Lord, you are not alone when it comes to knowing true pain. That is why I swore to protect you no matter what. I will help you feel at ease, no matter what I must do. Just say it, my Lord, and it will be done."

Feran looked at the husky as if seeing him for the first time, truly seeing him as a person and not some legendary killer he spent part of a country on. "Jordan..." Feran started to speak quietly, his voice catching slightly as he was finding himself more haunted by his own memories right now than he ever had before. "This is probably overstepping multiple boundaries, but...would you hold me? Just for a while, until the sun comes up."

Without any hesitation, the husky's arms were wrapped around the shaking bull in a warm and tender embrace. "Absolutely, my L-"

"Jordan?"

"Yes?"

"Please...call me Feran. Or at least in private, when we don't have to keep up appearances."

"Very well...Feran. As you wish," Jordan smiled at the bull.

In a rare moment of utter vulnerability, Feran surprised even himself when he found himself slowly moving forward until he was kissing the husky gently on the lips. The kiss lingered for a few moments until he slowly broke it and realized what he had done. "Forgive me...I...I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what came over me."

Jordan pulled the bull into a deeper kiss, pulling the sheets over them. "Do not worry, my Lord. As I have said before, it is my duty, and my honor, to please you in any way possible." Jordan took the moment to rake his long tongue over the bull's neck, kissing him along under his chin and back to his lips. "Any way at all," Jordan spoke in a deep, seductive tone.

Feran, who, prior to this moment, had never had such contact with a male before, found himself inexplicably drawn towards the small husky in his arms. He wasn't exactly sure what the sensation was that he was feeling. He had heard numerous stories about what it apparently felt like to fall in love; chest full of butterflies, feeling like you're soaring, unexplainable happiness, and such things like that. The massive bull was feeling every single one of those things, the feeling of absolute happiness being an emotion that Feran had thought was long dead to him after living through the hell that was his very existence.

Jordan noticed the bull's hesitation as he tried to sort through the sensations and emotions, but as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by his Emperor. "Jordan...I want you so badly. No, I NEED you badly. I've...never had such feelings for a male before," he practically moaned into the husky's ear before kissing him once more.

Jordan's eyes widened at what he had heard. The situation overwhelmed the husky. All the canine had ever known was pain and suffering. His soul felt like a small sapling trapped in the desert, and the bull's affections towards him were like a flash flood of pleasure that swallowed him whole when he felt Feran's thick, powerful arms hold him close.

Out of nowhere, Feran's kisses stopped, and the bull looked concerned. "Jordan...are you sure you are okay with this? That you actually WANT to do this? I don't want you to do this if you only feel obligated to because I'm your Emperor and Master. I only want you to do this if you actually WANT to do this, that you want ME..." His face looked like he was prepared for rejection.

The smaller canine felt his ears fold flat, his heart beating fast, and his stomach in a whirl. "No one...no one has ever asked me that before..." Jordan felt his face getting hot, the white fur on his face turning a soft pink as he recalled past times his Masters had tried to force themselves upon him, each having mysteriously vanished that night. "Feran...," Jordan mumbled softly.

"Hmm?" Feran asked.

"I..."

"Yes?"

"...I want you," Jordan whispered.

"Do you want me, or do you want ME?" Feran asked, with an emphasis on the last word, meaning himself as a person and not just as a physical body.

"While the Feran I had met before this journey was a raging ass," Jordan smirked, "...the man I see before me now is not that same Feran. I see a male who is both sensitive and caring, so, yes, I want you for you," Jordan smiled. He moved closer so that he sat on Feran's lap, still having to look up at the bull as he caressed Feran's cheek, gently guiding him into a short kiss. He pulled away slowly before saying, "You will have to be gentle with me...this will be my first time."

"First time with a male or first time EVER?" Feran smirked, knowing it was his own first time as well, with a male at least, until he saw how serious Jordan was.

"First time at all, my Lord," Jordan whimpered.

Feran chuckled. "I find that hard to believe. How could you NOT have gotten a little something from Bogram, Rakshan, or some lady Raven at some point? Or is intimacy forbidden amongst the Ravens?" he added, his voice becoming more serious.

"It is, my Lord. If anyone was caught forming any kind of romantic relationships, they would be executed on the grounds that they were trying to weaken their Brothers...though I would be a liar if I said I did not fantasize about it." Jordan looked away, feeling a bit ashamed.

"And I would be a liar, as embarrassing as it is to say this, if I said I didn't fantasize about all three of you Ravens at one point or another. But you, in particular, caught my eye, Jordan. You don't have the look of a cold-blooded killer, although you were damn terrifying when you jumped on that guard, but if I didn't know any better I would say there's still some innocence in you that managed to escape Famine," Feran said with a charming smile towards the dog. "You're not like the others, and I like that."

The bull watched how his charms affected the husky, watching him blush and smile adorably. It was amazing how the little assassin quickly changed from being a weapon of mass destruction and death to looking like he was a sweet and innocent little dog that had just gotten his first case of puppy love. "Is that so, my Lord? What else do you like about me, if I may be so bold as to ask?" Jordan asked, keeping his eyes focused on the bull's broad, furry chest, watching it move in and out as Feran breathed.

Feran chuckled and kissed Jordan's forehead. "Well, I like that you're immensely talented at magic, a fierce fighter, incredibly attractive, and..." Feran smiled before gently groping the husky's crotch gently, "you're well-armed." He kissed the smaller male deeply after he spoke the words.

Jordan felt his body growing hot. "Well-armed? Hehehe, well I'm only armed with a dagger, which pales in comparison when compared to your claymore," Jordan said as he reached down, feeling the thick set of abs before gripping the base of Feran's cock. The tips of his fingers couldn't even connect to each other around the bull's huge manhood. "Perhaps you can give me a demonstration on how to handle such a large weapon?" Jordan asked, licking the bull's lips once again.

"Now THAT I can do," Feran chuckled as he kissed the husky deeply and laid the dog on his back while continuing to kiss him. The bull pressed his chest to the husky's, ran his hand up the dog's thigh, and, once his hand reached the fabric of the canine's loincloth, he slowly pulled the fabric from Jordan's body before tossing it to the side. He broke the kiss and leaned back slightly to admire the perfectly sculpted canine below him, the dog's manhood already standing at attention at its full eleven inches. Jordan looked upward at the bull, blushing deeply from embarrassment. The husky looked so innocent, so pure, like a lovely young maiden. The only thought that Feran had in his mind was 'I'm going to make him mine. Over and over until his very scent becomes MY scent.' as he wrapped his hand around, and gripped, the not-so-little dog's cock, and started to stroke it in his hand, making Jordan squirm and moan out.

"Aaahhh mmmrrr, m-my Lord, is...is this what they call sex?" Jordan asked.

Feran couldn't help but laugh at the husky's childish innocence. "Almost. This is just a taste of the pleasure that sex can be for a male," he said, stroking the dog's cock at a teasingly slow pace, making Jordan moan even more. "I must admit I'm curious about what it's like to be with another male..." Feran began as his words turned to a long-dead language, the language of magic, as he cast a spell with his free hand, which would surround the tent with an invisible barrier that would block all sounds from within the tent. "I'm curious just how loud you'll moan once we get started for real."

The bull gave Jordan a mischievous smile before kissing him firmly on the lips and trailing down the canine's torso, kissing every few inches, down the firm, toned stomach, until his snout was buried at the base of the dog's throbbing erection, kissing it gently. He slowly kissed up the shaft, kissed the head gently once, then slowly opened his mouth and began to take inch after inch of the dog's meat into his maw. Due to the bovine shape of his face, Feran had no trouble in taking all eleven inches of canine cock in his mouth without choking, even a little bit, as his tongue worked its magic all along the throbbing shaft in his mouth, lightly caressing the cock with it as he began to bob his head up and down on Jordan's cock.

Jordan's eyes widened as he moaned out even louder, his claws digging into the sheets of the bed, and, on instinct, the husky started to buck his hips into Ferans mouth. "Ooooh! Oooohhh, my Lord! This this feels amazing! I never knew pleasures of the flesh could feel this way! Please, give me more!" Jordan howled, his cock starting to leak pre-cum into the bull's mouth, giving Feran a taste of the little dog's sweet cum, a result of Jordan eating fruits everyday instead of ale.

Feran pulled himself off the dog's cock for a moment. "Damn, Jordan. You taste great, and your pre tastes great...I can't wait to taste the rest of you," the bull smirked. With that, Feran engulfed the cock once more and gave it his all, pleasuring the canine in ways Jordan never thought possible. In only a few short minutes, Jordan was howling loudly and firing wave after wave of cum down his Emperor's throat. The bull tried swallowing every last drop of the sweet cum, but this was the first time the dog had ever came in his entire life. Feran's mouth was quickly overflowed with the sweet puppy batter, and it started to dribble from the sides of his muzzle. He had to cough out most of the cum all over Jordan's belly, the bull gasping for air. Jordan was doing the same, but from pure exhaustion due to his first ejaculation.

"Huff...huff...That was amazing, Feran. I never knew sex could be that incredible." Jordan smiled down at the bull, looking so proud of himself, still not understanding that there was more to come.

Feran smiled and shook his head. "The was just the appetizer, dear Jordan. The main course is much better!" As Jordan's post-orgasm mind tried to figure out what could possibly be better than what he had just experienced, Feran raised himself to a kneeling position after discarding his own loincloth, and he threw Jordan's legs up onto his shoulders so they were in the missionary position. Feran's fully-engorged, twenty-inch cock sat at the husky's backdoor. He leaned down and kissed Jordan passionately on the lips. "Are you ready for this?" Feran asked. "I promise I'll make your first time go smoothly"

"Yes, Feran. I'm ready..." Jordan spoke out, his eyes closed, expecting his cock to be sucked again, simply in a different position. Then, he started to feel something against his rear, and started to feel the pain of his anus starting to stretch out. "Ahh...Ahhh F-Feran! Aaaaahhhh Gods it...it hurts!" Jordan yelled as Feran slowly pushed his cock deeper into the husky, the dog feeling the bull's massive dick push into his insides until it was all the way in, and feeling Feran's large balls against his rump.

Realizing the husky was in extreme pain from the penetration, Feran spoke a few ancient words, and soon the husky's pain washed away like water on a freshly polished shield. "There, that should be good," Feran said. "Have to know a few spells like that when you're a big buy like myself," the bull chuckled. Slowly, Feran began to thrust into the husky, pulling the dog's ass into each of his thrusts so there was a loud slapping sound as he rammed his bullhood into Jordan who was now moaning with pleasure.

"Oh Gods, Feran...your cock feels...so right when it's inside of me. Please, I want more. Give it to me. Give it all to me!" Jordan moaned out as loud as he possibly could when Feran pressed him into his chest. "I want to be yours Feran...make me your mate! Please!" Jordan cried out.

The husky's words triggered something within the bull, and he pounded the husky's ass as hard as he could for a few seconds before he was overcome by an orgasm that made him bellow loudly from the intense pleasure that shot through every fiber of his being as he shot load after load into Jordan. The pressure that grew in his stomach from the bull's orgasm pushed Jordan over the edge, and he shot a second load all over his chest and stomach, the little dog howling in pleasure as he did so. The entire camp might have woken up from the sounds the two had made if Feran hadn't thought to put up the sound barrier around the tent. Feran bucked a few more times into the dog, milking every last drop of cum out of himself, and he collapsed on top of Jordan, sliding out, and rolling around on the bed of furs so that the little dog laid on his chest, the dog's cum smearing between them. "Out of all the females I've been with during my time as Emperor...none of them made me shoot even half as much as you have, Jordan," Feran laughed. Jordan chuckled as well as he proceeded to lick Feran clean of their cum, Feran reciprocating by cleaning Jordan's fur with his tongue as well.

"I'm so happy, Feran. That spell you used on me made it feel so natural. I'm so full of your seed," Jordan moaned as he smiled down and put his head between the bull's massive pecs.

"Glad you enjoyed it," Feran chuckled, petting the husky lightly on the head absentmindedly, thoroughly enjoying the afterglow. "Shame we don't have time for more," Feran sighed, noting that the first rays of sunrise were beginning to stream in through the tent and the first sounds of life in the camp could be heard in the distance. "Guess it's time for war. Ready, my love?" Feran added the last part somewhat shyly, the words escaping his mouth before his brain could catch up to his heart.