Tale of Infinity: A Night at the Brothel by Only Human

Tale of Infinity: A Night at the Brothel

Only Human, 69, Abduction, Abs, Abuse, Action, Adult, Adult Content, Adventure, Age Play, Alcohol, Alternate Society, Anal, Anger, Angst, Aphrodisiac, Armor, Aroused, Ass, Ass Worship, Authority, Avian, Bad Language, Ball Fondling, Balls, Bareback, Bathing, Bear, Betrayal, Big Boobs, Big Tits, Bird, Biting, Bittersweet, Blowjob, Blush, Booty, Breast, Breast Fondling, Brothel, Busty, Butt, Camp, Canine, Caprine, Character Development, Clit, Cock, Cock Worship, Collar, Compassion, Conquest, Couple, Cow, Coyote, Cuddling, Cum, Cumshot, Cunnilingus, Deep Penetration, Deep Throat, Deep Thrust, Desperation, Dick, Disaster, Dishonesty, Doggystyle, Domination/Submission, Double-Penetration, Drunken Fun, Ejaculation, Emotion, Emotional, Epic, Erection, Erotic, Exhibitionism, Experience Play, Explicit, Extreme, Fantasy, Fear, Feet, Feline, Fight, Fighting, Fingering, Flirtation, Fondling, Forced, Forced Sex, Foreplay, French Kissing, Fucking, Gang-Rape, Gangbang, Groping, Hard-On, Heat, Heavypetting, Humiliation, Humor, Humping, Hypnosis, Innocence, Insanity, Kidnapping, Kinky, Kissing, Knight, Laugh, Licking, Light Bondage, Lion, Love, Lust, M/F, M/F/F, M/M, M/M/F, Magic, Mammal, Master/Pet, Master/Slave, Masturbation, Mate, Mating, Mild Abuse, Mild Drama, Mild NC, Mild Romance, Mild Spanking, Minor Bondage, Missionary, Molesting, Muscle, Muscle Worship, Muscles, Mustelid, N/C, NC, Naked, Naughty, Nude, Nudity, Oral, Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Orgy, Ownership, Pain, Penetration, Penis, Personal Redemption, Pet, Plot Development, Posing, Pre, Predator/Prey, Premature Ejaculation, Prostitution, Pseudo-Rape/NC, Punishment, Pussy, Raccoon, Ram, Rape, Rat, Reptile, Rodent, Romance, Rough, Rough Sex, Seduction, Seductive, Seed, Semi Consensual, Semi NC, Sex, Sexy, Shirtless, Shy, Size Difference, Size Queen, Slavery, Spanking, Spooge, Squirrel, Stealing, Story Progression, Suggestive, Suspense, Teasing, Telepathy, Training, Tribal, Turtle, Vagina, Vaginal, Various Species, Voyeurism, Weasel, Yiff, Yiffy

~Episode 2: A Night at the Brothel~

"Very impressive, ladies," the rat said, ambling into the room and shutting the door behind him. Once he shut the door behind him, he figured refastening his trousers was of little importance and kicked them off his leg, onto one of the tables. "Easily one of the most erotic things I have seen in my entire life."

"Last time I checked, that door was locked," Carmen calmly accused the visitor, climbing off of her canine companion, whom she then helped to her feet.

"Oh, you're right." The rat smiled as he slid a hand over his head, beneath his frilly cap, producing a thin sliver of metal that looked dangerously similar to a lock pick. "It was, but my lucky charm fixed that." The rodent preempted any attempt at a comeback by hopping his bare rump onto the counter which served as the inn's bar, resting his left leg on an adjacent barstool and leaving his right leg straight along the table, allowing the two servants total view of his pink, half-erect cock and soft, fuzzy sac, the latter slightly draped across the table in a surprisingly... alluring fashion. "I hope you'll pardon the intrusion, mainly because I have a deal for you."

"How long were you watching us?" Aurore asked, voice fluctuating and knees shaking from her lengthy, exhausting encounter.

"Oh. Well," he addressed his answer to Carmen. "When I came in, you had pinned down your little wolf friend here," he pointed to Aurore. "Halfway through fucking the life out of her."

"Coyote," Carmen corrected. Slightly distracted by the rat's anatomy. It took Aurore a moment to realize. Carmen may have preferred women, but occasionally, she'd find a male she found too attractive to pass up; mostly beasts close to her size, like rodents.

I bet she fancies him; he is rather cute, for a rat.

"Sorry, love," the rat flexed his fingers against each other and turned his eyes to Aurore. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I haven't seen enough canines to tell all those species apart. Never been to Sulan.Anyways, the deal!" He turned his vision back toward Carmen, who had obviously caught his eye and interest. "Name's Rikk, by the way."

"Well," Carmen began, rounding the very counter where Rikk sat. "Obviously, you're a potential customer," she reasoned, stooping down below the counter, opening a compartment to retrieve a bucket.

"Not just a customer, my fair lady, but more of an ambassador. You see," the rat gave his proposal as he leaned over the back of the counter, taking a good, long look at Carmen's squatting rear; it only intrigued him further. "I'm here on behalf of thirty-nine associates who intend to spend the night here."

"You're a mercenary?"

"Ah," the rat chuckled, tapping his index finger against the tip of his nose. "We've got a sharp one here, haven't we?"

"I'm afraid there's some bad news," Carmen grunted, placing a bucket on top of the counter. "We've got room for around fifty, but we won't take single groups of more than twenty-five. That way, the customer gets to decide who stays outside and who has fun inside, instead of us."

"We've already got that planned out," Rikk replied, leaning back on his elbows and flexing the muscles in his groin to make his member bob up and down. "Twenty tonight, and twenty more tomorrow night."

"We can do that," Carmen said before turning her attention to Aurore, who had clumsily taken a seat on a nearby barstool to rest her weakened legs. "Aurore, honey, take this bucket and go freshen up out back. Take some herbs, too."

"I was about to say..." Aurore's voice trailed off as she snatched the pail off the table and did her best not to limp as she made her way out into the backyard, leaving the two alone.

Both Rikk and Carmen took the time to watch Aurore leave, hefty muscle sliding on hefty muscle as the coyote's rump swayed back and forth.

"As far as bitches go," Rikk instinctively reached for his cock and began to stroke it. "That one is the cutest I've seen. Um, that's what they call female dogs, right? Bitches?"

"Yeah, that's right," Carmen sighed in admiration of her partner's physique. "But she's not a dog either."

"But you said she's a coyote."

"Coyotes aren't a subset of dogs. Coyotes and dogs are part of the same family."

"Wow," Rikk's eyes grew wide. "Like I said, canines are foreign to me. You'd think there'd be more of them so close to their homeland."

"There are around a dozen in town, I think." Carmen scratched her head, climbing onto the table and taking a kneeling position behind Rikk, her arms draped around his front. "So, business?"

Rikk nodded in the stoat's embrace. He pointed to the discarded bag of gold on the floor. "That oughta cover two nights, right?"

"Seems about right. I'd have to count though."

"Nine hundred gold coins exactly," the rat looked up and whispered in Carmen's ear, patting his thigh, gesturing for her to crawl around and sit on his lap. With a sultry smirk, she obliged, crawling around the eager rat's torso, straddling his chest, and then sliding down his front, her chest against his, until her hips rested between above his cock and beneath his navel.

"Oh, that's _more_than enough," Carmen sighed, aroused to the point of uneven breathing. At first, she was hoping to seduce him, but at that moment, she started to feel the momentum start to reverse.

"Tell you what." Rikk thrust his hips forward, rocking himself off of the bar as well as drawing a light, deep gasp from Carmen's lush, svelte throat. He carried her across the room with strength that outright disregarded his physical size. In seconds, he had her lying on a table, legs spread, cunt in a regulated spasm. "Don't even tell me the full price. Every last bit of gold in that bag is yours, if we can get a little_..._"

He leaned in, pressing his nose under the stoat's jaw and breathing deeply. He wanted so much more than just her scent.

Carmen's eyes rolled back of their own accord.

"...more closely acquainted."

She sat up, contracting her lovely abdominals as she did so, and parted his lips with her own, her tongue dominating his while his hands dominated the rest of her. With one hand on her rump and the other on her breast, which quickly darted between her legs, fingers effortlessly penetrating her, reaching every twitching, wet surface they could find.

Eventually, Carmen came up for air, grabbing Rikk by the shoulders.

"Sir, what kind of girl do you think I am?"

Her actions contradicted her words. As she pretended to scold him, her hands wandered under his shirt, getting a good grip before pulling the whole garment off of his body.

"The kind I pay to mate with?"

The stoat gently prodded the rat with her foot, to a distance just out of arm's reach. Her toes rested on the soft, pliable head of his otherwise unyielding erection, the perfect distance to see his entire body, unclothed.

Taking great care to display himself the most inviting manner, the rat spread his arms wide, nothing covering his slim, chiseled chest, save for a flask tied around his neck. The spark in his eyes showed that he was enjoying Carmen's little game, but wasn't too keen on waiting much longer.

She pulled her foot away.

"Then you'd be right."

Rikk needed no further invitation. He took a swig from his flask, tossed it aside, then like a stalking hunter, he crawled, hands and knees, onto the table, weight shifting to and fro across the muscles in his back. One shoulder rose, then the other, and as he crawled, he ran his tongue over the submissive, gorgeous stoat, from cleft to collarbone, one long lick--she flinched as his tongue dipped into her navel-- and once he reached her neck, he slid a hand under her arched back, rigid length already barely inside by mere happenstance.

In a single thrust, he was in, and then, Carmen was still, breathing paused, fists clenched in the rat's smooth fur.

"Are you ready to scream?"

"Well, it's not like I'm going to fake it."

"That's what I thought."

In only two thrusts, he bottomed out; they fit each other perfectly, and both had years of experience, two maestros of sex in an orgiastic, self-composing, self-conducting ballet.

Rikk righted himself, thrusting into his prostrate partner from a kneeling position.

Carmen rolled onto her side, swinging her left foot over the rat's head and planting it on his left shoulder.

He took hold of the leg, caressing her elegant little ankle with kisses and the occasional brush of a whisker.

Then, he sunk his teeth into it.

"Ah!"

Carmen jerked in Rikk's grip, but the rat knew not to stop. Expressing unnecessary concern would kill the intimacy of the moment more than any small instance of pain.

Besides, she kind of liked the biting...

Every tender, extraneous fiber of Aurore's being buzzed with a dull, searing ache, begging to come apart. Having stalked prey in the wilderness with little food and less sleep, she considered it a small wonder that she was still standing.

Nonetheless, she tried to force any acknowledgement of her fatigue out of her mind as she seated herself at the brick well behind the brothel. With her weakened arms and slightly fading senses, she tied the weighted bucket to the long, coarse rope attached to the winch on the well arch and gingerly let the cord slip through her fingers as the bucket slowly descended. Eventually, she grew impatient and let go, allowing the bucket to plummet and find the bottom with a cavernous splash.

As she waited for the bucket to sink, Aurore slowly laid herself back on the cool, slick bricks. She decided she liked the feeling, turned herself over, and pressed her sore breasts against the welcoming cold, putting extra care on her poor, tortured nethers.

On top of the ludicrous physical exertion and sleep deprivation she had endured over the course of that very day, the trembling, exhausted coyote had been helplessly, eagerly violated, not once, but twice. Carmen was not the first.

A monster, one with massive musculature above the waist, and a snake-like tail below, had paralyzed her with its stinger and used her stilled, disconnected, forcefully calmed body as its own personal fuck toy. For hours on end.

Slitherdrakes were a nasty, lustful lot.

It wasn't that Aurore didn't plan on telling Carmen, it was simply her_explicit_ plan not to tell Carmen, ever, neither of the encounter nor the secret, shameful desire to experience it again.

The thought of it alone made her want to spend another few days in the woods.

The coyote shivered as she felt a familiar feeling rise in her, one she hadn't felt in a long time: the longing for something she didn't have and couldn't control. The fact that she could never simply obtain it of her own volition, or through any amount of work was what made it appeal to her even more, to the point that the long, dragging sense of yearning caused Aurore to tuck her tail between her legs, filling in the cleft of her rump's cheeks and covering her reddened, tender vulva. Her ears drooped as she sobered herself with the cold, hard fact that the brutally vivid fantasy and the numerous good things she already possessed, simply couldn't coexist.

All of those thoughts were forced from her mind, as was the air from her lungs, when a sudden, sharp blow struck her between the shoulder blades.

Aurore cried out, then she heard a quick, muffled giggle. She knew that sound. Only a squirrel would laugh like that.

"Tieli, please get off," she grunted. Her breasts chafed against the bricks under the weight, as well as her sensitive belly. What's worse, she couldn't find the strength to lift the squirrel's minute weight, or even to roll herself over.

Any coyote could easily overpower any squirrel when in normal state, but in her current state, she wouldn't be able to resist a chipmunk.

"Your body's so curvy, Rorey," Tieli said, placing a hand on Aurore's right gluteal and squeezing with appreciation, her weight sliding down to the coyote's lower back as she did so. "This one place above your butt is so perfect to sit on."

"That's called the small of my back, and right now, because you're sitting on it, I can't_breathe._"

Tieli giggled again. "If that were the case, then you couldn't talk, so I'm gonna sit right here and keep an eye on you."

"Damn you."

The squirrel said nothing, merely lying down atop Aurore and straddling the coyote's back with her own, dainty legs.

"I know you don't mean it," she purred, and she was right.

In their fifteen years of knowing one another, there had not been one occasion when Aurore had been bothered or even lightly annoyed by the peppy little squirrel, even though she had been given many reasons on many occasions to be very, very angry.

"You got worked over really hard, didn't you?" Tieli asked, fingers sliding down Aurore's side. She palmed over the bitch's rump, slipping a finger under her tucked tail. "By Carmen, I mean."

"Yeah. I did."

With no permission or warning, Tieli slipped a finger inside. Aurore showed almost no sign of acknowledgement, save for a small twitch on her lower lip.

"Did you like it?" Tieli nestled herself further into the curve of the coyote's back, nothing but absolute bliss in her voice. "Was it everything Carmen planned?"

"Yes," Aurore whispered, wanting to speak as little as possible as the squirrel's perfect hands went to work on soothing her sore body.

"You really love her, don't you?"

"I do."

Tieli slipped two more fingers inside. "Anything I can do to help you rest?"

Aurore craned her neck to look into Tieli's eyes. Such a sweet smile. Such a sweet girl.

Aurore knew what she wanted.

With little hesitation and less regard for the future, Aurore opened her mouth and pressed it against Tieli's in a kiss as long as it was deep and as deep as it was delicious. Tieli picked herself up, hands and knees, giving Aurore space to turn over, and they resumed. After many long, loving minutes, Tieli broke the kiss, laying her head gingerly on Aurore's breast.

"I'm going to talk to Carmen," Aurore said.

"About what?"

"Taking you with us."

There was a gasp. Tieli had never gasped in such a way. She looked up at Aurore, eyes so wide that for a moment, she looked more like a loris.

"Once both our contracts are up," Aurore continued. "I think we'll have enough gold to buy you." The coyote reached up and cradled Tieli's head, scratching her behind the ears before giving her another kiss.

"I--uh, I..." Tieli stammered, too smitten for mere words.

"Listen," Aurore interrupted. "We have work tonight, and after that, we'll all sit down and talk it out. Fair?"

"Yes!"

"Would you be so kind as to get me some herbs? You know what kind. Healing, not torpor. Remember that one time, you put me out of action for a week..."

"Uh-huh!" The squirrel quickly, enthusiastically nodded. "I'll be_right_ back!"

Tieli jumped to her feet before bending down and giving Aurore yet another kiss. As she walked over Aurore, the coyote sat up, giving the squirrel a quick, playful lick across the labia. Tieli jumped at the deep, wet intrusion, running back to the stables with both hands between her legs.

Aurore took the deep respite to retrieve the bucket, grunting and groaning as her fatigued body worked to turn the winch. Eventually, the bucket resurfaced, which Aurore immediately took and upturned on herself, drenching every inch of her fur. After a few seconds of letting the water run through her, the cool breeze cutting through her very soul, she planted two hands on the ground, slid her feet until they were twice as far apart as her shoulders, and shook.

Water sprinkled everywhere, and before long, every follicle of fur stood on end.

She's got an arse so big, when she shakes herself dry, she falls over!

A comment Carmen once made, and it wasn't entirely untrue, either. It was why Aurore had to plant her feet so far apart.

"I'm back!" The squirrel bounced up and down as she held the satchel close to her chest, under her small, perky breasts. "Just lie down and I'll fix you right up!"

"Sure. Let me just fill the bucket again."

"No need!" Tieli chirped as she reached into the pouch, grabbing hold of three small leaves between her fingers. As the herbs needed to be primed with moisture before application, she swiftly licked over the surface of each leaf, causing each one to come aglow with thousands of tiny yellow sparks, as did the residue left on her tongue and lips by the herb's strange, curative nectar.

Tieli reached up and kissed Aurore. She reached deeper with her tongue, swathing over Aurore's teeth and Aurore swallowed, drinking down the remedy. As they kissed, Aurore guided herself back down onto the edge of the well, spreading her legs in preparation for Tieli's next move.

The squirrel's soul surged as she faced the opportunity to find and feel every inch of the most gorgeous beast she had ever known. With practiced precision, she wrapped the second leaf around her right index and middle finger, bringing them carefully to the submitting coyote's waiting opening. Both gentle and impossible to resist, she forced her fingers inside, carefully prodding at Aurore's sensitive walls, enough to get a reaction out of the mewling, squirming bitch, but not enough to bring her to climax or even build any kind of momentum towards such a climax, but enough to get a moan.

Tieli could feel the healing energy start to fade, sucked out of the herb and into Aurore's raw, pulverized insides.

Aurore's sweet, slavering cunt pulsed at her touch. Embracing her fingers as she reached in, deeper and deeper. Within minutes, her shivering cunny was healed, but even then, Tieli didn't stop.

"Mmmm."

Aurore squirmed, both satisfied and perturbed. If the inn hadn't been full that night, she would have taken the time to heal naturally. Using alchemical substances had its strengths and weaknesses. Such healing herbs could rejuvenate any kind of irritation or injury shy of an open wound, but the process didn't regenerate, so much as reverse whatever caused the pain in the first place.

In short, Aurore was made to feel as though she hadn't mated at all that day.

"Tieli," the coyote moaned. "If you love me, don't make me cum."

"Why not?" the squirrel murmured, giving Aurore's swollen clit a firm, gentle kiss. Both flinched at the gesture.

"Because," Aurore breathed. "You know I work better when I actually_want_ the guests to fuck me."

"Alright," Tieli sighed. She slowly, cautiously, lustfully pulled her fingers away, quickly putting them in her own mouth in order to savor the taste.

Before the bitter twinge of Aurore's womanhood even faded from the squirrel's lips, the canine rose, lightly, shakily making her way back to the stables, to her room.

I need to get off...

It was part of her plan. It was like Carmen's brutal display of power over her had never happened. Now, only a memory to fill her dreams with lust and vigor. Now, the coyote was at the peak of her heat and, in a way, had not once been satisfied in five whole days.

I need someone to hold me down. Hold me down and defeat me.

As she stood at the foot of her bed, her tail tucked again, poking forward from between her taut, tense thighs. A drip of lubrication ran down the inside of her leg. She needed someone to own her, if only for a minute.

And she would deny herself. That was her plan.

Her arousal brought out things in her. When she tended bar, males of all kinds would want her, lust after her, and the feeling would be mutual. Males have an instinct, a nose for telling when a female was leading them on. When a female genuinely wanted any stud in sight, they could sense that too.

She took off her collar, having briefly forgotten that she had ever put it on. In a few hours, she would put one on again.

Tonight, she would be irresistible.

And so Aurore cleared her mind. Her body trembled as she put her soul at ease. A breeze bristled her fur from a window she didn't remember opening...

Someone grabbed her.

Two arms took hold of Aurore, one slid around her right shoulder, claws clasped around her throat. The other slipped under her left arm and squeezed her breast. A body, roughly equal to hers in height, pressed against her back, flagrant erection jabbing into her.

A hot breath rolled across her ear.

"Eyes forward, bitch. Stay still."

She could practically hear the grin in his voice.

The hand at her breast released its grip, sliding down her front before quickly sliding between her legs, lovingly prodding inside.

Her aggressor leaned her forward, forcing her down onto the bed. She didn't resist. She knew how things worked.

"Keep it quiet and maybe I'll fuck you nicely."

She knew that voice.

He manipulated her body as he saw fit, sliding her knees forward until they rested under her torso. He pulled up on her tail, lifting her rump in the same motion.

The assailant wasted no time. In one thrust, he forced himself completely inside.

Aurore inhaled a gasp, exhaled a moan, then moaned through gritted teeth as they instantly began at a quick, breathless gallop. Aurore could feel his hot breath ruffle the back of her neck, roughly in time with how his hips clapped against her rear.

Why is no one helping? She frantically thought, not out of desperation, but of mild curiosity. The franticness was merely a result of how eagerly and forcefully her mysterious visitor was rutting against her.

And then she realized, the sheer surprise had distracted her.

She knew that voice.

She _definitely_knew the way he fucked.

Aurore planted a foot on her "attacker's" hip and shoved him back, only enough to force his cock out of her and to give her enough room to spin around.

A slim, bare, and proud raccoon knelt before her, bearing a hellish smirk and a foreign, pointed, twitching member dripping with both their juices. She then knew that it was silly to have been afraid.

"Maza?"

"The one and only."

Having considered it the only reintroduction necessary, the raccoon lunged on top of Aurore once more, rolling her onto her back and prying her legs apart. In an instant, he was inside her again.

Once again, the coyote grit her teeth, but this time for a different reason.

"No. Wait."

"What?" Maza paused, but stayed inside her.

"We have guests tonight, and you know how I--"

"Right. Yeah," the raccoon sighed, rolled his eyes, and pulled out of Aurore for a second time. He rolled over so that he lay at her side, frustrated, yet still benevolent.

"Oh, don't get me wrong; cum all you want," she corrected herself, leaning into him, idly stroking her thumb over the underside of his cock. "Just don't get_me_ off."

"Hmm?" he hummed, leaning in and nuzzling at the base of her neck. "So, what's different?"

Aurore laughed, the way only Maza could make her laugh. The closest thing to a "boyfriend" a servant could have in such a fiery, bestial world.

Her little incubus.

She never called him that. She never would, but that's the name that stuck in her mind. After all, he was just barely shorter than her, a few years younger and he certainly acted like a sex-deprived demon.

Some nights, he would climb in through her window, ravage her mercilessly, and then be gone before the afterglow carried her off to sleep. Other nights, he would lie with her until the sun rose. Sometimes, he was gone for weeks at a time, only to come back hornier than ever.

For instance, like right now.

"I dropped by two days ago," Maza said, snaking an arm under Aurore's torso, absentmindedly palming and squeezing her breasts as he spoke. "Rindel nearly saw me, and you weren't even here."

"I was out hunting."

"I figured." The raccoon yawned, then sighed, sounding more like a groan. "I finally catch you and it's at the wrong time."

At his barely noticeable insistence, the coyote rolled on top of Maza, hands and knees pinning him in place.

"Believe me." Aurore shifted her weight, pushing back until her muzzle dipped just under the raccoon's groin. "It's never a wrong time."

"Oh," Maza smirked. "Well, if you insist."

Without another word, Aurore firmly pressed her nose under the raccoon's tight, constricted balls. She breathed deeply through her nose, taking in his most intimate of scents. Maza moaned through a clenched, shut muzzle, closings his fists around her ears and holding them tight.

And then, she opened her mouth, ever so slightly and took the smallest, sharpest nibble at the edge of his sac.

"Ah!"

Aurore could barely suppress the joy it gave her, the control she had over him. As she touched her lips to the base of Maza's shaft, she knew that he was all hers.

His entire body relaxed, like he lay on the verge of seeping into the fibers, between every last straw of her bed. She placed a hand on his lower abdomen, finally letting loose and lapping hungrily at the underside of his sharp, slender member, as if her life depended on his whim.

The shape was strange indeed, although it lacked a knot, it seemed like it belonged in a sheath, but none was to be seen. Perhaps he was the first in his family to be born without one. After all, sheaths were becoming less and less common, as were knots.

Such a shame; Aurore loved getting knotted.

At just the right moment, when the center of Aurore's attention reached his tip, Maza flinched, a groan parting his lips. Aurore knew exactly what to do next. With speed that surprised even her, she closed her lips around the head of his shaft before lunging downward. She knew that she had done well when her nose struck against the coarse, thick fur at the raccoon's groin.

"Fuck!"

The warmth seeped onto her tongue, so brash and radiant that it almost felt tangible.

Aurore wanted to laugh. She wanted to push him further, to plunge the knife past the hilt and twist it, but this was as far as she would go. It was the last phase. Now, only her persistence and speed would get him off.

At least, she imagined so. Oddly enough, considering the dozens of men she had fellated in her life, none had finished in her mouth. They always took the initiative, turned her around, bent her over, and took control.

All the boys wanted to fuck her raw.

And as she worked her mouth from tip to base, this time was no different. Maza wanted to deny it at first; he rose to his knees and tried thrusting back into her waiting maw with all of his pent up vigor, but soon enough, he pulled his member free, forced Aurore onto her back, and began to line himself up before she could object.

"Sorry, love, but I just need to fuck you."

His advance was interrupted when he heard the passing of light, worrisome footsteps. From behind the outer doorframe, a happily-flustered squirrel tried to sneak past their bed, so anxious and excited that she almost looked sad.

"Hey, Tieli!" Maza called to her. "Wanna make a little money?"

"Um," the squirrel stammered, tail ducking behind her legs, wringing her hands. She obviously wasn't opposed to the idea, just shy, as always. "A-alright, I suppo--"

Before she could finish a sentence, or even a thought, Maza was upon her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her onto the edge of the bed. Her delicate, cute little breasts shifted as he pried his hips between her thighs. Then, taking her wrist in a clenched fist, and a palm along her neck, he effectively had her pinned.

"I can smell it on you," Maza said with a devilish grin, engulfing her entire hand in his mouth, running his tongue between her fingers. "Were you watching us? Pleasuring yourself?"

Tieli's eyes grew wide. She tilted her head upward, looking to Aurore. The squirrel certainly didn't want to admit it. However, she had left her throat exposed, and Maza took advantage. He slid his lips along the length of her arm before catching Tieli's slender neck in his teeth, demanding an answer.

"Yes..." she whispered, eyes rolling back as the euphoria began to take her.

And with that, Maza opened his mouth, stood upright, and impaled the squirrel with one thrust.

Tieli arched against the bed, mouth agape in a silent cry, and as Maza worked, bucking against her little body, she looked back at the raccoon with pleading eyes.

"J-just... kiss me."

"But I _like_watching you squirm."

In utter disregard, Maza continued. Slamming his lithe, powerful body and forcing Tieli into a powerless frenzy.

Nonetheless, Aurore took the hint. On her hands and knees, she crawled atop the writhing squirrel. The coyote draped her heavy, powerful torso over Tieli's chest, nestling her snout into the squirrel's tense jaw.

Without a word, their lips met, and Aurore's tongue pressed onward, dominating Tieli's quivering mouth. As Maza reamed her, Aurore was sure to make her feel... wanted.

The bed shook with Maza's thrusts. Each time, he forced Tieli to kiss even deeper, anything to distract her from the fact that her body was about to implode.

Maza's breathing grew tense, his thrusts stiff, more sparse and rigid. His head rolled back and his tongue slid out of his mouth in a barbarian, panting rhythm. He looked to Tieli's eyes, shut tight as she embraced a subservient, voluptuous coyote, and then her eyes opened, she glared straight into Maza. It was the look of a dare. She wanted his best.

The raccoon doubled over, lying atop Aurore's relaxed from as his speed doubled and strength tripled. He could feel the squirrel tense around him. The timing was perfect.

A tight, pulsing release shot through Maza's core from such a deep, solitary place, such a place didn't even feel like a part of his body. Tieli broke off her kiss; her screams made the windows shake. Her fists tightened in Aurore's dense fur, and her legs curled around Maza's waist, forcing him deeper into her.

And then it passed. For a moment, the raccoon felt as if his own body were one size too small, and that his spirit were a half-size too large.

"Well, looks like I made a mess," Maza panted, fighting his way out from between Tieli's thighs and watching as his seed spilled out, soaking into the squirrel's soft, plush tail. He gave Aurore a single, stark smack on the rump to get her attention. "Why don't you clean it up?"

Not one spark of strength remained in Tieli's body. It had been wrought out of her. As Aurore changed position, seating her massive rump atop the squirrel's thundering chest, Tieli could hardly acknowledge, let alone react.

She felt two gentle, strong hands hold under her massive, despoiled tail, curling the squirrel's hips and legs upward until her thighs rested on Aurore's shoulders.

Tieli knew what was coming, but she could never prepare for it.

A broad, flat tongue pressed against Tieli's body, just anterior to her abused, needy sex. In a slow, measured brush, it glanced over her sensitive, twitching vulva. She gasped, so quickly and deeply that it sounded more like a moan, and Aurore was not done.

She delved deeper, and as she did so her tongue folded along its length, its grip on Tieli's inner walls increasing a dozenfold.

"Hmm. _Mmff!_Ooohhh..."

Such little noises that came out of Tieli made it impossible to want to stop fucking her.

The taste helped as well, and at the moment, the squirrel radiated the bitter, clinging flavor of total, overwhelmed submission. Aurore closed her eyes, lovingly taking in the sweet, innocent splendor.

With experienced, feral precision, Aurore smothered the squirrel's needy cunt with kisses and deep, swathing passes of her tongue, lapping at Maza's pervasive, ever-deepening essence. Like a wild dog at water, ever stab of Aurore's tongue brought a sizeable share of the raccoon's seed into her waiting maw. She had grown accustomed to the taste long ago.

Soon enough, the coyote could reach no deeper, and Tieli had nearly passed out from the carnally she had been handled. Then, with a mouthful of Maza's cum, Aurore leaned her head back, and swallowed.

She then opened her eyes. Maza was nowhere to be seen.

"Typical," Aurore muttered with a smirk, then wiped her chin.

"Unbelievable..." Carmen panted, too exhausted to speak at full voice. The stoat shuddered, perched on hands and knees, in the middle of the very same table on which they had started. They had hardly moved, but Carmen felt that her mind had spanned across oceans. As Rikk stood, he placed his hands on her punished hips, drawing a moan from her lips as he pulled out of her.

"I'm sorry," Rikk teased, not at all apologetic. He scratched the underside of his shaft with his thumb as he stepped off the table. "What was that?"

"Uh... hah..." Carmen breathed, trying not to move. One twitch, and she feared her arms would give way. "N-nothing..."

"Oh, so saying nothing makes sound. Understood." The rat paused, flexing his hips forward and craning his neck toward the ceiling. "Well, I think I should be getting back." He spoke as though he had done nothing at all, completely unexhausted.

Always one to leave an audience desiring more, he ambled alongside Carmen's shivering body, bent over her, placed a palm against her stomach, and nibbled her on the ear. "I'll see you tonight."

SMACK!

With a little more force than necessary, he gave the stoat a sharp clout on the rump, knocking her forward onto her sensitive front.

Carmen gasped, and spewed a few expletives at the same time. With great effort, she rolled onto her back.

"Well then..." Rikk trailed off, swinging his clothes over his shoulder like a rope as he strolled toward the door. Someone stood in his way, a tortoise who stood easily to Thorpe's height, perhaps even higher, wide enough to fill the doorway entirely.

Tortoises possessed a unique anatomy. Centuries ago, their massive shells were worn and decorated like armor, covering everything from the shoulders to partway over the thighs. Generations of adaptation--"shifting", it was called--resulted in the shell curtailing to a degree, curling around and wholly stopping just below where the navel would be on a mammal.

Their genitals had shifted as well, with most no longer possessing cloacae. Instead, almost all living tortoises had acquired a shaft and sac, like a mammal. A small share of the species even possessed warm blood. Judging by his stature, he was one of those tortoises, likely an unstoppable warrior in his younger days.

The reptile wore little, only a pair of loose-fitting trousers that curved and hung beneath where his shell ended and over where his pelvis began; he also wore a dimly-lit rune around his neck, about to lose its charge.

Large enough and stooped enough to be well over a hundred years old, he walked with a cane, but didn't seem to rely heavily on it.

"Carmen, is he a customer?" The tortoise said, his voice a great deal younger than the body that it inhabited.

"See that massive sack?" Carmen raised her voice, still short of breath, as she pointed to nowhere in particular. "I'm talking about the one on the_floor_. That's gold."

The tortoise's eyes widened. A smirk flexed his lips.

"So that mus' be yuh guild on the outskirts of town," he said to Rikk, extending a claw in greeting. "Name's Rindel. I own the place and e'rryone in it."

"A pleasure," Rikk replied. He accepted the handshake. "I represent Kensin Thorpe and his Forty Blades. Half of whom you'll be seeing tonight."

With a nod, Rindel walked past, approaching Carmen, although he still spoke to Rikk. "Well, we'd better get ready for your comp'nay. Thank ye for your business."

"The pleasure is mine," Rikk spoke like he had rehearsed. "And hers. Mostly hers."

Once the rat had left, Rindel scooped Carmen into his arms and proceeded to carry her to the back field, acting upon his universal offer to bathe her in his own private pond, like he did with all his girls when he had the time.

"That's quite a bit of coin," he muttered, almost a chuckle.

"You're telling me. He didn't even cum."

"My, he seems quite the gentleman."

At Rindel's personal, fenced-off pond, there was never anyone present, save for Rindel himself, and whomever he wished to be there. Now, Carmen was alone with her owner.

The cold water lifted Carmen's slender body and held her in a way that made her feel suspended in the air, secured by a delicate balance of ropes that would give way should she move too much. Paradoxically, she had to try hard to relax.

Mostly, because before Rikk's opportune visit, something very strange had happened during her encounter with Aurore.

Partly, because Rindel's head had emerged from beneath the surface, the massive reptile had just clamped his jaws firmly around her vulva and was expertly pleasing her with his thick, dexterous tongue.

Even at his impressive age, Rindel never seemed like a "perverted old man," at least, not to Carmen. Instead, he still gave off hints of the impressive specimen he once was, still somehow equally adept in the midst of his twilight years.

Regardless, Carmen despised him.

It wasn't an active, broiling hate, but more a passive, pervasive vitriol. Rindel wasn't exactly cruel. On the contrary, there were many more slave owners who were far more malicious, but the fact remained. Rindel had owned Carmen for well over a decade, and Carmen was well prepared for her contract to be over.

Maybe I'll level this place once they let Aurore go. It's not like they'll ever see us again...

Carmen mused the possibility before her master's skillful ministrations wrung yet another gasp out of her. It was then that she remembered. She needed to speak to Aurore.

Rindel paused, then extracted his tongue from deep inside the stoat's quivering sex. He then rose, towering above Carmen as she remained prostrate on the water's surface.

"Could--?" Carmen began.

"Hold that thought," Rindel interrupted.

She knew what would happen next. She held her breath.

Under the force of the tortoise's massive weight, promptly, they were both submerged.

The water was frigid as it buried her. All around her, Carmen felt the surrounding water trying to enter the empty space that her body occupied, like her body wasn't even there, that the water effortlessly poured through her very presence.

Like they had done so many times before, Rindel took hold of Carmen's hips and pulled them sharply into his. No need to line up. Instantly, she had been hilted.

Rindel's thrusts were as massive as they were quick; his body's mere width made the water level buck and splash over the edge of the pool, careless and passionate, as always. After less than two dozen frantic thrusts, he filled the stoat with his seed, drawing a begrudging orgasm out of his servant as he did so.

It took skill to make someone climax underwater.

Without further fanfare, the tortoise stood, taking Carmen into his arms as he carried her over to the edge, where he sat and placed her on his left thigh. Dripping wet and slightly shivering, the wind still bit at her soaked body.

"Now, what was it you wanted?" Rindel inquired, genuinely pleased.

"I was hoping to speak with Aurore."

"Ah, very well. No need to move." Rindel leaned over to his pile discarded belongings and tapped against the center of his rune. As it began to glow brighter, he spoke into it. "Vost-ent-Kalreat." A small puff of smoke emerged from the rune, quickly, easily forming into a condensed, smoky sphere.

"Aurore," Rindel began his message; he thought of the coyote's face as he spoke. "Please come to the pond."

And with a snap of his fingers, his nonpersonal messenger was off. It flew in the direction of the stables. It would faze through any solid object in its way, and once it reached its addressee, the cloud would disperse, releasing the words placed inside and relaying his message.

As they waited, Rindel brought up another subject.

"I just wanted you to know," he said, claw creeping over Carmen's thigh before resting under her rump. He gave an appreciative squeeze. "That you were always my favorite." He lowered his head and gave her a nip on the neck. "I'll miss you."

I won't miss you, Carmen thought.

"Yes, master," she said.

Rindel's eyes narrowed; he didn't appear fully convinced. Fortunately, a proper interruption arrived before he could enquire further.

They both could hear Aurore coming long before she hopped over the fence. Considering how the coyote was a masterful huntress, it was surprising how loud Aurore was when not trying to act stealthy.

Rindel beckoned her closer with an outstretched claw. Aurore knew exactly what he wanted.

Like any well-trained dog, she approached and lay across his lap, on her back. The tortoise's free hand rested on her knee, and proceeded to slide up her thigh. She spread her legs, inviting him to use her. As Rindel tried to tease her, Aurore's hands were also at work. She idly handled her master's cock, pulling it overtop her snout and draping it across her throat. It pulsed at her touch. She loved the warmth.

And then came the start. Rindel's right hand shot up Aurore's leg and struck the coyote on the groin. His middle finger fired straight into her, entering her until she twitched around his second knuckle.

Her body jolted at his touch; her tail wagged involuntarily.

As Rindel caressed her from the inside, she gave him a lick along his shaft. Balls to tip, she savored the flavor.

"My, as lovely as ever," he whispered.

"You taste like Carmen," Aurore said.

Rindel chuckled, set his stoat aside, then stood, lifting Aurore by the hand clenched between her legs. He removed his finger, wrapper her thighs around his waist, and fucked her quickly, thoroughly, and he stood all the while. With Aurore's left knee in his right hand, and both her wrists held above her head with his left. She truly had no power, nor did she have much care for it.

Carmen may have been Rindel's favorite slave, but he viewed Aurore differently. To him, Aurore was his favorite as a pet. Canines were exceedingly rare in Bethen, so her exotic features were merely the first facet of her allure. Such a luscious, sturdy body allowed her to handle even the largest of males, and her thick coarse fur made it easy to get a strong handful and hold her down when she was acting... playful.

All in all, her body was made to be dominated.

"Hmm! Oh!" She groaned as she lay in his clutches, lovingly helpless to his powered, secure thrusts. With grace that defied his age, Rindel knelt, and bowed over his mewling pet. He lifted his hand from her knee and held it to her jaw, pressing her lips to his. Aurore accepted his powerful tongue, right up until the moment that he filled her with his seed as well.

"Ah!" She pulled away, then bit the tortoise's thumb as he continued to hilt her.

He lifted her hips, then arched his body over hers. His mighty weight rocked against her, igniting her lust and need.

And then, he stopped.

"I think that's enough," Rindel whispered, then pulled free. Aurore's legs fell to the ground, exhausted and limp. "I know how you like it."

Aurore didn't answer. She merely lay in place, shivering.

The tortoise walked around her prostrate form, knelt by her head, and gave her a patronizing scratch behind the ear. "I'll leave you two alone, now."

And with surprising speed, he was gone, neither coyote nor stoat knew where their master went, and they didn't care.

Carmen lay on her back, too exhausted to even sit upright. Aurore, of sounder body and stamina, righted herself, rolled across her hips, and all but fell heavily onto her smaller, delicate lover.

"Just a little longer," the coyote whispered, nuzzling into Carmen's ear. "Then maybe you can buy_me_for the night."

"Y-yes..." Carmen said, voice shuddering. The stoat gasped as Aurore rolled over; the coyote rolled onto her back, placing Carmen on top. The stoat shook her head and looked the canine in the eyes. "Listen. Aurore, there's something important I need to tell you."

The coyote's ears perked. Her first instinct was to make some joke, perhaps a flirt, soon followed by a kiss, but Carmen's tone was too quiet, too serious.

"What is it?" Aurore said.

"Earlier," Carmen began. "With the runes. Remember what I did?"

"Oh. The construct? That was amazing. Very impressive."

"That's not what I meant. I meant later, with the gorilla."

"Even more impressive," Aurore commented. "He felt... real."

"That's just it. That wasn't me."

Aurore paused; she had no idea what to say, aside from the obligatory. "What?"

"I... what I mean to say is, I did physically summon the gorilla. I felt it drain on my power, but the idea--" Carmen shook her head. "It's hard to explain."

The stoat pushed away, standing on top of Aurore's shaking, shifting abdomen.

"When you form a construct," Carmen explained. "You must form an idea first, then channel that into your hands, and then force it from your hands,into the real world. It's all simultaneous, and very hard to keep in mind."

Aurore nodded, though she couldn't anticipate what Carmen was trying to ultimately convey.

"I don't fully understand," Carmen said, as if in answer to Aurore's thoughts. "The idea that formed in my head... it wasn't mine. It was coming from somewhere else. Some_one_ else. Far away. Hundreds of leagues at least."

The stoat paused. She lifted a hand to her mouth, deep in thought. "I think someone used me as a conduit."

"A conduit?" Aurore repeated. "Someone spoke through you?"

Carmen nodded. "I think so. Not sure why. All I know..." the stoat shuddered at her own memory. "The mind that used mine... was very dark.Very powerful. I think he was able to form his own body from memory."

"How difficult is that?"

"It's the hardest construct of all, being able to recreate your own body. It's about as hard as forgetting that your real body actually exists."

Carmen shook her head once more, patting Aurore on the breast. "I'm just talking in circles, but I can't help but feel that something bad is about to happen."

Aurore lifted her torso off the ground, resting on her elbows. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is this," Carmen turned to Aurore and spoke with a very wary weight. "Someone who could take such control, and form something so precise, and from so far away, is so greatly in tune with the power of runes, that they might be able to see the thread of fate itself."

By the time Rikk had returned to the camp, Thorpe's conditions had been met, and twenty males had already been selected to go into town for the first night. As they marched in a tight, rowdy bunch, they walked with unsure steps. A good night's sleep under a roof after weeks of grueling travel held an assured appeal, but the one who decided upon their shelter left much to be doubted.

As they walked to the town's streets, homes were either shabby or downright horrid. Whispers passed quickly among Thorpe's ranks, to the point where Dirk, one of Thorpe's lieutenants, ask a bold question.

"Sir, would it be insubordination to ask why you trust Rikk so much?"

Thorpe took a while to answer, with each step making the sabretooth worry more and more.

"Possibly." The lion shrugged. He scratched at his chest, then inspected his claws, calm to the point of almost looking bored. "But I trust your judgement. Speak your mind."

"Well," the sabretooth carefully spoke. "Rikk is very intelligent, and he carries out your orders well, most of the time, but in the ways of coin, I find him careless."

"Hey!" Rikk interjected, leaning back and staring is accuser in the face. The rat had been literally riding on the lion's shoulders, therefore, he now stared upside-down. "If you have something to say, don't say it through the boss!"

"Fine," Dirk muttered, quickly dropping his formal tone. "Whenever you make a purchase, it's for the most superficial of reasons, and I can tell this much already," the sabretooth paused, bringing his nose close to the rat's abdomen and sniffing deeply. "You've got the scent of a woman all over you. I think you're putting your own interests over the rest of_ours_."

"Now, you have spoken your mind," Thorpe said. "You can leave it be."

The sabretooth fell silent. He held no position with which to argue. They were in public, after all.

The border town of Dena was certainly not small, but a crew of sellswords two score strong was certainly enough to attract some attention.

Dirk slowed his pace, letting Thorpe pull ahead. Vols, the ram and Dirk's equal, pulled alongside him.

"Trust Rikk," the ram whispered.

"Why?"

"Because if the rat fucks it up, he'll be punished." Vols nodded with a smirk. "Don't worry yourself."

Dirk didn't respond. His expression showed he was still unsure.

"Last time someone got really disciplined was before you joined up. Quite a show." The ram gave Dirk a soft poke in the ribs. "Curts didn't walk right for a week."

"Hey!" Rikk shouted, effortlessly leaping from Thorpe's shoulders and landing on Vols'. The rat crouched, then wrapped his legs firmly around the bighorn's neck. He grabbed onto Vols' horns for support. "We don't talk about last time."

"Yes. We all love the big bear. I'm sorry," Vols ministered with a chuckle.

"Not convinced," Rikk said, and in retaliation, turned the ram's head to the right, jokingly steering him into a nearby building.

"Oh no..." Vols murmured in sarcastic distress. Slowly tapping his forehead against the oncoming wall, and staggering back in a knavish daze. The rat tugged on the ram's horns again, guiding him back into the crowd of Thorpe's men, directly into the path of the grizzly bear about whom they had just been gossiping.

Rikk drove the sheep's head straight into Curts' gut at half force. Enough to stagger a lesser species, but only enough to give the bear's powerful gut a healthy jiggle.

"Oi, whot be 'dis 'abbadashery?" the bear loudly partook in the comical exchange. The porcupine around Curts' neck, named Elion, rolled his eyes and adjusted his spectacles, trying to act annoyed, but unable to suppress his mirth.

"Haberdashery?" Elion repeated. "Do you even know what that means?"

"Course not," Curts shrugged, picking up both rat and ram, one in each hand. With a loud, hearty laugh, he draped them separately over each shoulder. "Sounds mischievous, though."

The four were alight, laughing boisterously at the small farce they had made, the way only old friends could. As was his usual, Dirk was left alone, scowling to himself.

Why do they adore such a fool?

"Listen." A strong hand clapped onto the sabretooth's shoulder, which made him jump. Immediately, he looked up to see Thorpe staring down at him. "Skepticism is healthy, but don't let it get in the way of making allies, if it is possible. If you wish to criticize someone, earn their trust first."

Dirk tried to reply, but couldn't. Words failed him, mainly because he didn't want to let something slip. The lion's strong grip alone was enough to make his body begin to... stir. Looking upon his master's face, or body, could cause a more involuntary, overt reaction.

"Yes, sire," Dirk said quickly, nodding and brushing Thorpe's hand away. "I'll be more careful."

Kensin Thorpe was neither small nor young. Standing nearly two-and-a-half meters tall, possessing more weight than a sixth of a ton, and nearing his fortieth year, the lion stood as a symbol of strength, dignity, and wisdom for every last one of his men.

And Dirk was deeply attracted to him for it.

"Sorry to be so harsh," Thorpe whispered. "It's just that Rikk is so loyal to me becau--"

"Sir!" Rikk shouted from far behind. Both Thorpe and Dirk turned about to see the rat standing atop Curts' head, pointing at something directly to the front. "That's the place!"

The lion nodded before even looking where Rikk was pointing. He merely waved in acknowledgement at shouted to his men. "Quiet, everyone!"

As Thorpe turned about, he found a brothel which was taller than it was wide. A quaint, diminutive windmill spun on the northern corner, tilting in whichever direction the wind blew. The healthy plume of smoke rising from the brothel's chimney proved most inviting. Under any circumstances, a visit to such a brothel would have been the end of a journey, and not the beginning of one.

Out front was a tortoise who looked older than three of Thorpe's men combined, yet strong enough to hold an imposing stature rivaling that of Thorpe himself. Usually, most shelled creatures only wore trousers, and would still be considered fully clothed. However, the proprietor wore nothing at all, a sign that he was the host, no need for protection of any kind.

"My, my, my, good sir," the tortoise commented. "You look like the most promising Patron I've had all year."

In Bethena, large transactions were treated almost like marriages, celebrating a bond of benevolence between strangers. The recipient of goods and giver of money, the Patron, was to be entirely submissive to the giver of goods and taker of money, the Host.

And now came Thorpe's least favorite of Bethenian customs.

The Host swept up the Patron in a commanding embrace, and kissed him deeply. Thorpe accepted the gesture, opening his leonid maw wide. The reptile's tongue tasted of strong spices and rich wine, yet another guarantee of the host's opulence.

"I feel the need to say that you look quite..." the tortoise spoke, placing the lion back on the ground. He paused to think of an apt descriptor. "Virile. Ladies must like you."

Rikk felt the need to cut in.

"Only the ones who've seen him."

The reptile chuckled, placing an arm about the lion's shoulders and addressing the score of mercenaries around them.

"Gentlefolk, the name's Rindel, and welcome to my hall. A wise man once said that the secret to a long, healthy life is good food, plentiful drink, and then lots... and lots... of pussy."

The short speech was met with a great, rowdy cheer, one so loud that it nearly drowned out what he said next.

"Now, get inside! If she's naked, you can fuck'er, no need to ask!"

The procession was quick. The males took to the whores like lightning ivy to a hollow tree. Fifteen girls were available at the start, with the rest hard at work preparing enough food to feed twenty-one guests and any girls whom the guests allowed to dine with them. Over forty grand total.

Aurore had seen it hundreds of times before. Only until rather recently, she had been one of the peons, a young girl with nothing but her fur and the lust of whomever claimed her first. Now, she observed from afar, lying atop the balcony's bannister, Lady of the House.

When Rindel had bought her, Aurore quickly became the most popular of his girls, which quickly led to her becoming the most expensive, and then the most revered.

She was naked, in a way. All she wore was a collar, made from solid silver, showing her favor in the eyes of the host. She was the highest ranked among whores. The one with the most privilege. She still pitied those beneath her.

The mercenaries filed in one-or-two at a time, each one snatching a girl up into his arms with little effort. Tieli was among the first, picked by a male over twice her size. The male, a fossa, had a graceful figure but an aggressive countenance. He immediately dropped his leggings to his ankles and put the little squirrel on her knees.

With a sly, practiced smile on her muzzle, Tieli took her natural predator's cock into her mouth. She had taken him into her throat before he began to speak.

"Where I grew up," the fossa said. "Squirrels were considered pests, but I didn't think so. Whenever I caught one stealing, they were always a good fuck." His compatriots shared a quick chuckle at his jeering, which didn't seem intentionally malicious, just... forward. "You don't look like a thief to me," the fossa said, scratching Tieli behind the ears. "I like you. Do you like me?"

The squirrel didn't have time to react; instead, the fossa pushed deeper, forcing an overwhelmed gurgle from the girl's gullet.

"On second thought, don't talk with your mouth full."

Aurore rolled her eyes at the males' subsequent laughter, and as the last of the sellswords came in, she saw a familiar sight. The rat whom Carmen had fucked was among the visiting throng. At his side was some hefty, jolly bear, who immediately went to beguile his way between the legs of the only female even near his size: Alela, the cow.

As if he knew that the coyote was already there, Rikk looked up and to the right, straight into her eyes, without hesitation, and waved.

Or rather, as Aurore soon realized, he waved at someone behind her.

"There he is," Carmen sighed, swinging the tails of her elbow-length gloves over Aurore's midriff before resting her angled, arrow-like jaw just above the coyote's navel. She examined her rodential prospect in admiration. "Quite a good time, that one. Charming, too."

"I don't know," Aurore almost grunted with indifference. "He seems a tad scrawny for my tastes."

"Well, it's your loss. He fucks like a force of nature. Truly. He was so good, I didn't even mind that he bit me."

Aurore didn't pay attention to Carmen's last remark. Someone had just come in who had captured her eye. The whole of her attention was stolen by this one thing, like the sight of a shooting star, something she wanted to keep in her memory forever.

Perhaps the most gorgeous male she had ever laid her sight upon.

In the doorway stood a magnificent lion, shoulders broad and muscles heavy, yet taught. He was well-dressed, sporting an ornate vest and loincloth, each covered in a matching, interlocking pattern of blue, red and gold.

His face was just as beautiful as his body and clothes, with eyes a dark, worldly yellow, like her own, and a muzzle as elegant as it was masculine. Framing his face was a luscious, wondrously groomed burgundy mane which filled out around the neck and ended just short of the base of his sternum.

On his wrist, he wore a tight, well-woven leather wrist brace, and from it dangled a massive, blue gemstone, larger than a fist. It glowed so bright that it made everything else in the room cast a slight shadow.

Such a well-enchanted gemstone made it obvious to Aurore that he was the leader, and as the lion leaned against the nearest wall and kept close watch over his men, she knew who her first choice for the evening was going to be.

The coyote's needful lusting was interrupted when someone jammed a thumb into her cunt.

Aurore nearly fell of the ledge with a start, then she felt a familiar, gentle hand grab onto her shoulder. Carmen merely wanted her attention.

"Let me guess," the stoat said with a stifled snicker. "You want to fuck him."

Aurore's heart surged at the thought of expressing such a powerful desire.

"I want him to fuck me. Hold me down and fuck me until I die from it."

"I don't know," Carmen teased. "Seems like he might be a big, dumb brute."

Aurore sat up and swung her legs over the railing. "If he ruts half as good as he looks, I wouldn't mind being_his_ slave."

Carmen stared at Aurore with a stern edge to her brow. In mock disdain, she cleared her throat.

"As long as _you_were with me, as well."

"Thank you."

Given their profession, Carmen and Aurore were totally open with each other with everything, especially regarding their taste in men. Carmen preferred the lithe, charismatic bloke, while Aurore mostly sought the sturdy, mighty males. The stoat valued skill, while the coyote craved raw, powerful stimulation.

For example, a few years prior, a wandering performer had stopped in town and paid Aurore a great amount extra, just to fuck his horse, and she had complied. It had been quite an experience. Quite a show.

"Of course," Aurore grumbled "They're all expecting me to fuck the leader first, but given the fact that he's just so damn attractive, I don't think I have a choice."

"Well," Carmen replied. "Try not to look too needy when you inevitably have him bend you over a table."

"Don't be ridiculous. Maybe I'll go down on him."

"And maybe he'll be drunk enough to think you're good at using your mouth."

Aurore didn't have a chance to retort further. By that time, a certain, specific rat had found his way to the staircase, and now stood behind them, wearing his silly, ostentatious hat, and absolutely nothing else.

"A wondrous evening upon thee, o comely little vixen," Rikk flirted, pressing himself confidently over Carmen's back. One of his hands clutched hungrily at her breast. The other briefly fondled the stoat's pert rump before quickly darting around her hips and between her legs, prying into her with his lecherous fingers.

Carmen didn't resist. She had no reason to. She didn't even say a word, even as the rat started blindly slapping his groin against her buttocks, like some dumb creature which hadn't yet learned how to even penetrate a female.

In Aurore's mind, the only thing missing was a frothing mouth, and the rat would have gone completely rabid.

The display ceased immediately once Rikk took notice of the tassels hanging from Carmen's forearms.

"Hold it. Where are my manners?" the rat indirectly apologized, spinning Carmen about before kissing her gently.

"Don't worry," Rikk said. "I know how this works." He stepped back, gestured wildly with his hands, showcasing his own slender physique. He then bowed in a drastically dramatic manner, drawing a laugh from his stoat lover.

"Milady of pleasure and decadence," the mercenary easily seduced her, closing the gap with one step and grabbing his conquest by the left thigh, and placing it just above his right hip. "May I have this dance?"

Carmen was shaking, a combination of amusement and sheer arousal. She threw herself into Rikk's arms and embraced him, giving him a nibble on the ear.

"You can have me anytime you wish," she said. "Never think otherwise."

"I know," Rikk said. "Just wanna hear you say it. Love the sound of your voice."

"Hmm..." Carmen leaned back, balancing her torso on the guardrail on which she had been sitting. She wrapped her legs around his waist. "Take me. Make me scream."

"Screaming's the easy part."

With the formalities out of the way, the rat slammed his hips forward, hilting instantly and constraining Carmen with the raw sensation of their union. He slid his hands under her back, lifted her as if she were completely weightless, and carried her off, but not before giving Aurore a firm grope on the arse.

"Perhaps once I've tired this one out," Rikk said, brushing his forehead against Carmen's jaw. "I'll get a little taste of you, love."

The rat winked, and then he was off, promptly claiming a room in which to breed his bitch.

Aurore sighed, then returned her gaze to the orgy below. It hadn't taken long for the mercenaries to realize that there were more of them then there were females readily available, so they quickly started sharing.

Tieli was on her hands and knees, now, at the center of a table. The fossa had moved from her mouth to her rear, hunched over, repeatedly slapping the squirrel on the buttock, and clutching her lush tail in his slavering teeth; he even so far as spitroasted her with the help of a newcomer, a sabretooth, lean yet hardy.

A whore's work was never dignified, but their treatment of the squirrel was downright debasing. Once the fossa had emptied his load into her, he threw her away, tossed her into the arms of the sabretooth, who instantly put the squirrel on her back. She clenched her knees around his ribs.

The Breeder's Lock, a position which--had the aforementioned adjoined shared a species--would have absolutely impregnated her.

"Oi, Aurore!" Rindel called to her from behind the bar counter, on the other end of the writhing horde of sex that filled the main hall. The master waved. "Get down here!"

She knew what that meant.

Like she had done hundreds of times before, Aurore rolled her weight so that her body balanced atop her shoulders, then she leapt onto her feet, balanced on the beam like an expert acrobat. She sprung onto her hands, then fell deftly onto her back once more, perfectly balanced along her spine.

Now she was starting to get some attention.

Most of the males below had already climaxed into and onto their respective whores, and now set their eyes on the strong, buxom body of the naked coyote above them. She looked down, hoping to find the lion she craved. He had taken his seat at a table, between a sparrow and a ram. He was watching her from under an intense brow, eyes prying. He was interested. He had to be.

Rolling across her rump and back onto her feet, Aurore bolted forward, then leapt over the crowd, from the balcony to the ground floor, right into the arms of her master.

Rindel caught her like he would a bride, then quickly draped the slave's body over his shoulder, displaying her arse to each and every soul in the building. Her mind immediately shot to the concept of that incredible lion.

Perhaps he would fancy her. Perhaps he would snatch her up by the hips, yank her away from her master, lay the coyote's helpless form on the table, and rape her in front of everyone. Maybe he could subdue Rindel, steal her away and keep her for his own carnal... diversion.

That's it. She wanted him to rape her, to use her body without permission and fuel her hatred in a pyre that would erupt into a blaze of screams and orgasmic distress.

And then, he would throw her to his servants, let them gnash at her fur and ravage her, all as he watched, raptured by desire and the pure impulse to dominate. She wanted to be forced into place by a tribal, savage lust imposed upon her.

Aurore shivered at the thought of it. Her knees flinched inward. Her tail tucked over her swollen sex.

"Eh," Rindel whispered, bringing her back to reality. "Lift yuh tail, girl."

Shocked at her short departure, Aurore obeyed. She forced her legs to straighten and spread, then lifted her moistened, partially-matted tail, wetted slightly by her lurid lubrication.

"Gentlefolk," Rindle addressed the hall, perching himself on the edge of his bar counter with Aurore in tow. He slid a hand up, between her thighs, then shoved his middle and ring fingers into her twitching snatch. "Let's talk rules."

The tortoise flexed his fingers, hooking them straight into Aurore's sweet spot, causing her to cry out. He then splayed her across his lap, held in his arms. Her mind was temporarily dethroned by lust. Now, she wasn't acting. She wasn't seductive. She was now complacent, licking absentmindedly at her master's chest plate. He had subdued her with her own arousal.

"For tonight," the tortoise began, caressing his pet's relaxed jaw. "You may do as you please. Eat until you spew. Drink until you faint. Cum until you cramp and then tell your comrades that you_could_ have made her cum, if only she had been paying attention."

The men all reacted in an uproar of laughter. Rindel quieted them with a raised hand.

"As you all have already learned," the tortoise continued. "If a girl is as naked as the day she was born, feel free to pin her down and make her squeal."

A general din of approval swept through the crowd. The sabretooth--who was still inside of Tieli--made another thrust into the trembling, pinned squirrel, for emphasis.

"Here's where you need to pay attention," Rindel said. "If a girl's wearing gloves--sleek, fancy ones the hang from the elbows, that means she's a Serving Mistress, which means she's got work to do, cooking, bringing out food, taking comments and relaying messages straight to me. Don't get me wrong, you_can_ fuck her, but you've got to ask her permission first, and she_can_ say no; she might be busy, but don't worry. She'll open up to you soon enough."

A small handful of mercenaries in the back let out a slight guffaw at the double entendre, and Rindel continued, running a palm along the curvaceous outline of his coyote's torso.

"And this is Aurore. She's my lady. Lady of the House."

Rindel placed Aurore on her feet, then pulled her into a domineering embrace, turning her back to the customers. He slipped a finger under her collar and tugged, showcasing the shining metal for all to see.

"You can tell she's mine because of this."

With his point made, he let go of the collar, swung his hand low, and gave his bitch a loud slap on the arse, making her jump and whimper slightly. The men liked that.

Where the fuck is that lion? Aurore thought. Even the words in her mind were shaky and out of breath. She wiggled her rump slightly, subtly, hoping to entice him.Come up here and take me, damn you!

"I know she may look small, but she can take the largest of you, no doubt. She likes to_submit_, too."

To emphasize his point, the tortoise placed a hand atop her forehead and pushed down. Aurore understood her cue and promptly got on her knees. With the willingness of a well-trained slut, she opened her maw, pushed out her tongue, and licked the underside of her owner's shaft, base to tip, to the rapidly multiplying cheers and catcalls of her audience.

"She's tough. Got a few scars. She's fucked the maddest and most violent of warriors from here to Tide Reach," Rindel boasted. He scratched Aurore behind the ears as she continued to lap at her master's glans. "And she knows how to take a cock."

The crowd quickly grew silent, watching the lovely, submissive bitch in awe, or possibly reverence. Aurore slowed her rhythmic, diligent licking, then placed her lips at the cock's tip, before slowly, gently, acquiring the entirety of Rindel's length into her maw, all the way to the back of her throat.

She wasn't given time to rest. The master took his bitch by the shoulders, forced her off of his twitching, dripping tool, and lifted her to a point where her feet couldn't reach the ground, then he spun her around and pulled her close, her back against his chest. At that point, he took a tight, clutching hold of her breast, and then cruelly, deeply impaled her convulsing cunt with one expertly placed finger.

Yet another cue for Aurore to follow, just as trained.

The coyote bucked and howled, legs kicking uselessly in the air as her hands clamped around her master's low, loathsome fingers. Rindel lay his head into her neck, resting on her taut, trembling shoulder.

"She's mine to do with as I please. Not yours." The ultimatum rested in the air as the bitch continued to struggle and scream. Soon, she started to run short on breath, needing to gasp in raspy breaths just to fill her lungs enough to scream some more.

"You are not to fuck her. You will not ask her. You will not even_approach_ her."

The tortoise curled his fingers tighter and brandished a knuckle against her clit.

Aurore stopped struggling. She fell silent. Her eyes glazed over as her orgasm razed her body in silence.

The haze had taken over again.

To demonstrate his control, Rindel pumped his finger into Aurore's dripping cunny. She twitched slightly, but remained silent, limbs dangling from an undefeatable grip. The tortoise gave his girl a lick across the cheek for good measure, then placed her back on her feet. Her eyes stared ahead blankly at nothing in particular. As he pulled his hand free, she still clung to it for support. She started panting, her tongue sliding over her teeth, as if she were some tamed dog.

"If you behave yourselves, spend enough gold, or just...appeal to her, she'll come to you."

He pulled a hand to her chest, gave her breasts one last appreciative squeeze, then brought his remaining hand in front of her nose. He pressed his fingers together.

"That's all."

He snapped.

Aurore's eyes flung wide, alight again. Her head whipped from side to side, taking in the sight all around her, of men she didn't recognize. Feverishly, she looked over her shoulder, up at her lord.

"Master, where am I? What are...?"

Aurore paused. Her eyes fluttered. She fell into Rindel's arms.

"Why are my knees weak?"

The ensuing laughter burst outward with such great force, it knocked some dust free from the rafters. Rindel took his coyote into a warm embrace, like a performer appreciating his co-star after a brilliant opening act.

In most ways it certainly was an act. It was all planned beforehand, but the reactions, and Aurore's emotions, were all real.

After over a decade living in the reptile's home, earning the master's living, sleeping in his bed and satiating his every whim, Rindel had simply become just that adept at handling his toys.

With her position and privileges fully explained to the crowd in front of her, Aurore turned her eyes to the lion once more. She wanted to know what he thought.

The soul-rending orgasm she had just been forced to feel had worked wonders in clearing her mind. Her lust had subsided, if only slightly, and temporarily. However, her attraction remained.

And that one fantasy of hers hadn't gone away.

The lion's expression was hard to read. Calm, but with attention sharply placed on her. The sparrow to his side spryly jumped to his feet, then climbed onto his own master's thigh.

The sparrow wore merely a leather sash about his chest with pouches and pockets, leaving him effectively naked--nearly all avians were naked, nearly all the time--and he was small, so short that he had to stand on the lion's lap in order to whisper into his ear.

The lion listened intently, nodded, then embraced the bird coolly and gave him a quick lick across the collarbone, likely a gesture of appreciation. He then whispered something back to his avian servant, before placing him back in his seat.

Are they talking about me? Aurore thought.

With a pleased smile, Rindel scooped Aurore up into the crook of his arm, his whore trembling along her whole body from her exhaustion and unease. He strode quickly around the bar, reached down behind, and calmly brought forth a high-powered crossbow, enchanted for maximum range and velocity. Therefore, it glowed through the wood and metal with a flickering, fiery green.

Every sound that even resembled talking, quickly ceased. All eyes were on the tortoise and his weapon.

"The rules are simple, and you know what they are," Rindel said, eyes glowing with confidence. "If you break a rule, you leave. If you refuse to leave..." Rindel brandished his weapon. "We'll have problems."

Rindel bent forward, gently placed his naked, helpless coyote on the countertop, then reached under the bar and took a cheap, wooden mug into his grasp.

"You don't want problems."

Rindel chucked the beer mug into the air, then took aim with his crossbow and fired.

The shot didn't hit.

It didn't miss, either.

Both the mug and the crossbow bolt floated far above, suspended in the air. The bolt had entered the mouth of the cup, but hadn't hit the bottom. Everyone's eyes immediately darted to the only male in the room currently standing on a table.

It was the lion's sparrow. His eyes glowed a virulent blue and his body held a wide, powerful stance, like a spring about to jump. One of his talons was raised, poised in the air and twisted like a claw. His other hand clenched tightly to the glowing blue stone tied to the lion's wrist.

The sparrow had caught both the mug and the crossbow bold with a strenuously accurate cast. It was only then that Aurore noticed how very young the bird was. Just old enough to leave his home behind and not old enough to make a home of his own.

Far too young to be as capable as he was with runes.

Aurore's eyes widened.

Runes.

The stone on the lion's wrist. It wasn't some simple jewelry, a sign of wealth. The glow wasn't some gaudy, superficial feature. It was a rune. A massively powerful rune, powerful enough to glow as brightly as it did through sheer power alone.

"Listen closely, Host." The lion spoke. His voice was just as deep and smooth as Aurore had hoped. Her cunt seized deep, merely at the sound of it. "My men are kind, and they are more than willing to follow your rules."

The lion waved toward his avian, who furiously swiped through the air with this free hand. The bolt spiked through the cup at a vicious speed, driving both into the distant wall with such speed, they erupted into splinters.

The lion stood, leaning over the table and glaring with the force of death itself.

"But if you ever threaten them again, I will welcome your problems." The beast straightened himself, smoothed his vest, then sat back down. "I specialize in problems."

The entire room froze, tense and afraid of what would happen next. The massive, regal, and quite confrontational feline rapidly broke the ice that he had formed.

"Excellent runework, Senrit," he said to his sparrow, then started to applaud.

The rest of the sellswords soon followed suit, cheering on their tiny, talented runeman. The sparrow--apparently named Senrit--bowed enthusiastically, his excitement causing his limbs to shake slightly.

Aurore rolled onto her front, panting, yet pensive.

If that's a rune, she thought.Then it's worth more than this very building._Much _more.

The average utility rune could sell for about the same as any other tool, such as a hatchet or shovel, but a rune so big and so bright, like the one the lion held, could possibly lift a mountain. No such rune could be sold anywhere. The law didn't allow for it.

Where the hell did you get a rune that powerful, you incredible beast?

Aurore's ambition outweighed her caution. An incredible possibility came to bear in her mind.

If I could find a way to sell that rune off, I'd be richer than Rindel, easily.

Her tail raised and slowly wagged at the thought of it. Wealthy, and alone with Carmen. They'd never have to work again. Just the two of them, left in each other's embrace.

Her tail then drooped slightly. Her fantasy would be ruined.

Sorry, stud. Love beats lust any day.

The decision hurt, but there was no question. Aurore would choose a life of comfort with Carmen by her side, as opposed to letting a handsome monster own and subjugate her.

Aurore looked back to her owner. The tortoise was not amused, his jaw grim and taut. In unintentional imitation, the coyote also grew tense. If the master did something drastic and the lion were forced to leave, she would have no chance at the rune.

She decided to defuse the situation.

"Master?" Aurore said, lifting her body and resting her thighs against her calves. She then lifted her tail as briskly as she could, practically giving her body up. "Show them that you're still in control."

Rindel's eyes darted to her briefly, then he grunted in disdain. He leaned over his whore, then growled in her ear. "Ya got two years left on ya, is that right? Tell ya what. Get that bastard to face me in a battle-of-the-bed, and I'll take a month off of yuh contract."

Given what Aurore had in mind, the proposition was empty, but with Rindel's expectation of Aurore, there was no reason to turn him down.

Aurore rose upright on her knees, high enough to look eye-to-eye to her aging master.

"Thank you. It will be done."

Rindel sighed deeply, at least somewhat placated. He planted a kiss on her cheek, as well as a parting rub against her clitoris. "That's what I wanna hear. Love ya, girl."

And with that, he departed to his quarters, behind the galley, steeling himself for something like a battle of wits, but slightly more a battle of loins.

Aurore waited a while, watching over the crowd. Her eyes only occasionally wandered to her quarry. She saw how the ram to the lion's right was drinking excessively, and that the lion wasn't drinking at all. He wasn't eating either. He merely listened, and laughed with his men.

After spending a handful of minutes observing, she decided that it was time to act.

Crossing the room, Aurore found a few eyes drawn to her, but as she climbed onto the table, everyone watched. Certain males remained inside their respective females, but they still looked toward her, as the Lady of the House presented herself proudly, hands-and-knees, before their leader.

The lion, the object of her desire, with a nervous sparrow on his left and a massively drunk ram on his right, watched the bitch before him with a certain intent behind his eyes. He knew with greater certainty than death itself that she would give herself to him, and he greatly craved for it to happen.

Aurore brought her muzzle to his, and licked the tip of his nose. The men cheered.

"You know," Aurore said. "I've heard that lions can mate for weeks on end without rest."

The lion poised his brow, then accepted her challenge. Repartee, it was. "You claim to have that kind of free time?"

The men laughed and jeered; some did so at the same time. This was far too easy.

"I'm surprised that your kind can find any females able to take that kind of punishment."

The crowd's tension started to come to a simmer. The lion leaned back, crossed his arms, then countered.

"Judging by your attitude, I find it hard to believe that you'd consider it 'punishment'."

The reaction was weaker than before, only earning a few chuckles.

Aurore leaned in close, her lips brushing against his. "You know what I love?"

"A sharp wit? Dashing good looks? Sexual prowess? If you dislike all of those things, I think Curts is... somewhere over there?"

The lion aimlessly pointed to the furthest longtable, to the overwhelming uproar that ensued. At the center of the commotion was Curts, an indisposed, stymied grizzly bear, still resting between Alela's thighs, teeth clamped onto the cow's massive tit. Curts accepted the barb with a grand, healthy spirit. He then continued to thrust into his hired lover.

Aurore smirked, then returned attention to her leonid companion, who sat back with an expression of total confidence.

"A lion with pride," the coyote quipped. "How appropriate. I'll ask the question again. Do you know what I love?"

"What? What do you love?" The lion played along.

Aurore kept her eyes on him, then darted her hand far off course. She grabbed the beast to his right.

"Rams," she answered her own question, left the table, inebriate in tow.

There was no mistake. Aurore had won that little exchange.

Her bighorn friend was dressed simply, and it told much about him. His torso was nearly bare, only crossed by an X-shaped harness of leather straps which crossed his front and back, then ended at the ram's waist, where they held up a tightly-woven strip of cloth which had wrapped tightly around his groin.

If he were remove it, the ram would be far too drunk to put it back into place.

It wasn't exactly conventional dress attire, but instead likely a repurposed suit of damaged armor. The ram was likely a straightforward thinker when sober. Resourceful, yet conventional. A simple man of duty. A rooted soul. Someone she could use to get to his more enigmatic boss.

Aurore had no qualms of removing his only true article of clothing.

"What's your name, handsome?" she asked as she tugged at the sheep's loinwrap.

"Valls..." the ram mispronounced his own name, already stumbling forward and groping the coyote mistress wherever possible.

"Balls?" she teased, finally freeing him and rendering him exposed to the world.

"Bolz..." he overcompensated.

"Vols," Aurore combined the two errors. She jumped onto two barstools, one foot on each, then began to split. She rested her rump on the hardwood countertop.

Vols was surprisingly good-looking. He possessed a compact, well-crafted musculature which fit him well. If not for the positively godlike lion in the room, Aurore would have easily considered him as a legitimate candidate to fuck in front of an audience.

Unfortunately, that wasn't about to happen.

"That's it. That's my name," the ram nodded, starting to tip backwards. Aurore quickly caught him, hooking a finger around his harness.

"Well, Vols, this is your one chance to positively ruin me in front of your friends." She pulled Vols on top of her, then placed his hand on one of her hips. "Take it."

"Erm, okay," the ram tried to acquiesce, but he failed to consider something. Aurore had been banking on that one, very thing.

Vols had quickly taken to drink, and was now so stoned, he couldn't bring himself to achieve an erection.

"Uh," the poor beast froze, mouth open, completely at a loss. Were he not so sedated, he would likely be mortified at his failure to deliver. Aurore quickly whispered into his ear.

"Can't get it up?"

"No."

"Just fake it."

"Okay."

With a subtle shift of her hand, Aurore took hold of the ram's member, and placed it atop her belly. Vols' body was bent over hers, which blocked off the view of everyone watching.

It would be a convincing show.

Vols was too drunk to give a flawless performance; he immediately started at an unrealistic pace, hammering away at the coyote's groin. Aurore played along, wrapping her arms around Vols' torso and grabbing a desperate fistful of fur at his back.

She moaned, well enough to convince any onlooker, though no one came up to explicitly inspect them. After all, why would anyone fake the act of sex?

Vols doubled over, slowing his gyrations and burying his snout under Aurore's chin. The coyote grit her teeth, forced herself to froth at the mouth, and then wrapped her legs around the ram's hips.

The crowd was buying it. A dull roar grew into a rhythmic chant. A few fists raised and pumped to the beat of every thrust. Soon enough, both Aurore and Vols knew that they had to 'climax', and Aurore 'came' first.

She threw her head back and released a pained, juddering shriek. One that brought shivers down her own spine, and the spine of everyone who had been listening.

Vols took the cue without a hitch, staggering his thrusts and shakily pumping his groin against hers with increasing irregularity. The ram gurgled and grunted, having lost the ability to voice anything audible, let alone coherent.

With their little display now overwith, Aurore planted her hands on the bar behind her and pushed. She pushed her weight over Vols' center of gravity and sent the ram reeling backward. His weight soon slammed into the long table at which he had been sitting, and with a twist of her hips and a nimble spin, she seated the ram back in his place, without once showing another soul that the ram had remained flaccid throughout the entire ordeal.

"Now," Aurore said, wiping a fleck of drool from her lips. She turned to her target, the lion. "Where were we?"

The coyote stood over Vols' struggling frame, then started her approach. She slid the nearest foot over to the lion's thigh, then across his lap, taking time to probe between his legs as she passed by.

Just as she expected, he was erect, and his manhood was... impressive. With nothing but her passive analysis, she failed to find exactly where it ended... That alone was enough to chill her. In fact, it downright fazed her.

Without losing her stride, Aurore planted a foot on either side of the feline, then descended, taking her rightful place on his lap. She draped her legs over the bench, then cradled his muzzle in her hands.

"Come to think of it," she said. "You haven't given me your name yet."

"Oh," he lightly sneered. "So you're already proposing marriage?"

As his men laughed, the lion took hold of Aurore's knee and grabbed the scruff of her neck. He pressed his nose to her ear. He moved with such force, it caused her to flinch.

That little show of force played dangerously close to her fantasy. He was literally inches away from fulfilling it.

"Spare me the lies," he whispered angrily, skimming the palm of his right hand over her left thigh, then clutching onto her buttock with a possessive fervor. "You didn't fuck Vols. I'd have smelled it if you had, so I'll just pretend that never happened. Know that you can't fool me."

Aurore's ears pinned back. She wanted him even more, now.

The mysterious lion pulled back, then quickly became considerably less mysterious.

"My name's Thorpe," his voice resounded, dripping with a need to fulfill his wild nature. "Kensin Thorpe."

The coyote gasped, her breath shaking. That damned fantasy flashed through her mind once more. She wanted it more than anything.

"Aurore," she introduced herself. She had nothing left to say. Her lust started to rise. She felt drunk, as if she were already being mated.

Thorpe stood, coyote still clinging to his chest, and leaned over the table, pinning her in place, equally gentle and oppressive. Now in complete control, Thorpe looked her over, appraising her naked body, like he would a meal fit for consumption. His gaze soon dropped below her navel and he saw her dribbling, quivering cunt. It seized and trembled with every seething breath the lion made. He hungered for the bitch's flesh so greatly, he appeared angry.

In keeping with that anger, he drove both his fists into the table, on either side of Aurore's head, leveled his eyes against hers, and unleashed a deep, ear-splitting roar. The lion's colossal body vibrated at the sound of it. The walls shook. Every bit of fur within earshot bristled in fear.

This is it,_Aurore's head fell back, too aroused to keep control. _He's going to take me.

Before his men could react, Thorpe interrupted them.

"So, tell me, Aurore," the lion mused aloud, prodding her arse with his clothed cock. "What shall I do to you?"

Damn him. He wants me to say it.

"I..." Aurore's voice shook. She could feel herself starting to lose control. She wanted to lose. She wanted to be exploited. Her legs wrapped themselves around his sides. She buried her hands under that delicious mane and made shaking fists. She spoke gently, but not quietly. Good thing Carmen wasn't there to hear.

"I want you to rape me." No sound. No reaction. Just silence, and it was deafening. "Use me until I feel worthless." Aurore's ears shirked and her eyes clamped shut, pointing her snout away, accepting her fate.

"Well," Thorpe grunted, having kept his wits about him. "That's quite a conundrum. Since you asked, it wouldn't be unwilling, meaning I can't rape you."

Aurore opened her eyes, staring back in disbelief. She saw the lion remove his vest and start to undo his loincloth.

"However," he said with a leering eye. "I'm certainly going to try."

This was her chance.

She sat up and swatted the lion's hand away from his belt. He stared back at her, now visibly annoyed.

"How badly do you want it?" she taunted him.

Showing no outward sign of confusion, but doubtlessly feeling it, Thorpe brought his finger to her vulva and probed inward. His entire finger. She tensed and clenched around him, but he didn't care. He felt her, deep inside, feeling at her wetness.

"How badly do _you_want it?" he countered.

Aurore leaned back onto her elbows, then lifted her feet to either side of his face. She lightly placed her big toe against his lips, which he immediately took into his mouth and began to suckle.

She waved with her head back to Rindel's quarters and spoke.

"Defeat my master and I'm yours, tonight and all of tomorrow, as long as you can muster."

"A duel?" Thorpe inquired, head cocked and eyes skeptical. "With what? Fists? Staves?"

"Sheets."

Thorpe sighed greatly, displeased. "A battle-of-the-bed? I must make myself less male to be with a female?"

"Where I'm from," Aurore said. "It doesn't make you less male; it makes you more than the male that you defeat."

The lion stood upright, lip upturned in an agitated sneer.

"Well, someone ought to show that old fool his place."

Without a word, the lion was off, stomping his way to the back room, to the nervous, half-hearted, and confused applause of his soldiers.

"Is our boss gonna get fucked up the arse?"

"Only a little..."

"Good on you, kitten," Rindel sneered, leaning onto his cane as he watched the lion strip down to his bare fur. Thorpe folded his loincloth and set his vest on the massive, old reptile's nightstand, then set his rune atop the pile. Now he was naked, back to the tortoise, tail hanging limply over rounded, firm buttocks. "Putting yourself in your proper place after that horrendous display. Such disrespect."

"I never enjoyed agreeing to the standards of fools," Thorpe said, flexing his arms in preparation while tilting his head to and fro. "Which will make it all the more satisfying when I dominate you in your own bed." He pointed to the tortoise's own, lavish bedstead, high enough to reach Thorpe's waist and wide enough to comfortably accommodate five large beasts. "Nice bed, by the way."

Rindel pondered, looking for a proper comeback. "How old are you, young one. Two score?"

"Nearing it."

"Well, when I have you bouncing on my cock, remember this," the tortoise said, laying a hand on the regal, haughty beast's shoulder. "When you were born, I was older than my great-grandfather was when_I_ was born."

"Where I was born, they strung up old perverts by their bowels." Thorpe turned around and pointed at Rindel's broad, strong abdomen. "I plan to do even worse with yours."

"I'll believe it when I see it, now get on your knees," the tortoise quipped, taking his seat on the mattress and motioning to his own stiffening member. It was the Patron's place to prime the Host before any such confrontation.

With an ironclad resolve, Thorpe knelt and kissed the tortoise's inner thigh. He then spread his rough, feline tongue across the slick, scaly skin and leaned forward, leaving a wide trail of saliva until he met Rindel's groin. The Host let a long, shuddering breath escape his mandible, which turned into a minute gasp once the lion engulfed the entire length into his deft, tense maw.

Rindel grunted with a malicious grin, and gave Thorpe a little scratch behind the ears, like he would give a pet. The mercenary looked up at him, a malicious gleam in his eye. He swallowed, audibly hindered just by the girth of it. Rindel jolted.

"You're almost _too_good at that. Have you had training?"

Thorpe pulled his mouth free and wiped his lips with his wrist.

"Suppose that means you're ready," the lion deflected. He then climbed onto the bed on his hands a knees, allowing the Host his one chance to fondle his Patron's burly, strong arse, yet another gesture of domination.

"Are you selling any of yuh years on contract, perhaps?" Rindel asked. "I've been looking to acquire some boy whores. Seems to be a growing market for them."

"You've stalled long enough. Let's get started before you fossilize." Thorpe's tail whipped around as he fell on his side, scratching a pectoral as he asked for specifics. "How are we doing this?"

The rules of the duel were simple. The first one to cum, loses. If one is made to cum while penetrated, it is considered a shameful loss. The rules of conduct are decided beforehand by the duelists themselves, or the Patron, in this case.

"No strikin'," the tortoise started. "No bitin' to draw blood. No physical pain. Just holds, binds, and locks, and of course..." Rindel trailed off, tugging lightly on the lion's tail. "Fucking."

"Position?"

"Get on yuh back." The tortoise petted Thorpe on the knee. "Legs spread, knees high."

"Alright." Thorpe crawled to the Host's headboard, then rolled onto his back with enough weight to cause his cock to slap against his own abdominal muscles, hard enough to cause them to ripple. He flexed his hips upward, displaying his rump, a provocative flaunt. "Come at me."

"If I do that, I lose," Rindel chuckled, crawling up the bed until he towered over a gargantuan feline that managed to rival him in size. With a gentle caress, he slid his fingers around one of the lion's clenched buttocks, pulling it to the side as he lined himself up.

The feline's tight hole gave up a fair bit of resistance, but Rindel was far too strong and motivated to let that stop him. Once the head had entered completely, the muscles in Thorpe's neck pulled tight, not visible due to his mane, but obvious from the expression on his face.

The Host, or the oldest duelist, starts as the one on top, given a distinct advantage. Many of those starting from the bottom fail to even break free of the starting position. It would simply be rape.

Once the hips met, the battle would start.

Rindel was gentle as he penetrated the lion, but once he buried half his length inside, the so-called king of beasts had started to lose control of his breathing, chest rising violently and dropping rapidly.

"Well, well, well," Rindel taunted. "Someone's a naughty little kitten."

"If you're going to waste time, buy a boy whore."

"Then let's not waste time."

Rindel pinned Thorpe's wrists to the sheets and slammed forward, hilting into the lion. The battle had begun.

Having received the first blow, Thorpe started at a great disadvantage. Strength, weight, and center of gravity were on the side of the beast who was fucking him. As to be expected, the pace was unrelenting.

With speed that utterly trounced the promise of his age, Rindel rammed back and forth with a speed that would outdo a buck in his prime.

Fearing he lacked the fortitude needed to endure such a pounding, Thorpe tried to take control early. He brought his foot to the center of the tortoise's shell and pushed, to no avail.

Rindel righted himself, batted the lion's foot away, and practically fell onto the feline, giving him a harsh nip on the cheek, punishment for trying to resist. Thorpe mewled like the kitten that Rindel considered him to be.

The lion hadn't expected such an impressive effort from his opponent. His mind raced for another strategy, hindered by pleasure racking his senses. Within seconds, Rindel noticed that the lion had stopped struggling, so he decided to change positions. Something a little more demeaning, in hopes of forcing an earlier climax.

The tortoise stood, remaining inside the recuperating, submissive feline, and tilted Thorpe's frame upward, placing the lion on his shoulders and head, legs splayed in the air. Not done, Rindel swung his left leg over the lion's groin, so that their thighs were held in a staggered pattern, like two scissors biting each other. Once Rindel began thrusting again, it was with the entire weight of his body.

"My god..." Thorpe gasped through clattering teeth.

"You wish." Rindel chuckled. "We're just getting started, kitten."

Thorpe was in the worst position possible. His body torqued and flexed, all trumped by his foe's superior width and balance. The position also put greater force on his prostate. His cock had already started to drip.

"You're a good fuck, boy," Rindel started to break into a full-on laugh. "Maybe you'll give in and sell yourself to me once I'm through with you." One of his claws slid along Thorpe's front and fondled the abdominals, admiring the powerful, useless muscle. "We can do this every night."

"No..." the lion grunted under his breath. His body contorted without a plan, but he had an idea. Thorpe knew a situation where he could eke out a victory.

He just needed the right position.

He needed to stall for time.

Thorpe unclenched his fists, let his arms rest along the surface of the mattress. His face, along with his whole body, began to relax. His body continued to arch and stretch, but now, he was moving in league with his winning counterpart.

"Come to think of it," Rindel grunted, hammering into the lion's hole at a climbing rate. "You're a bit old to whore for me." The reptile's tongue started to hang out of the side of his mouth as he found a new angle, then continued humping the losing lion. "I'd have to keep you for m'self. Nothing to do 'cept fuck and maintain that_delectable_ body of yours."

He gave Thorpe a belittling slap on the arse before touching his balls to the cat's perineum once more.

"What do you say to that?"

No response.

"Silent treatment, huh?" he taunted, burying his entire length into the lion and holding it there.

No reaction.

"Hey!" Rindel spouted, wrapping the lion's tail into a vicious coil around his fist before giving it a violent tug. "I'm arse-raping you, 'ere! Pretending it ain't happenin' ain't gonna protect yuh dignity!"

He looked down, annoyed at the lion's insolence. He saw something disheartening.

Kensin Thorpe looked up at him, eyes vacant and dim. His muzzle hung open in a dissociated gaze. His cock had started to go flaccid.

The tortoise was losing confidence, already feeling his orgasm start to creep up.

At this rate,_Rindel thought. _I'm gonna cum first. Gotta wake him up somehow.

Acting quickly in order to save his momentum, Rindel pulled out of the lion, whose passive, limp body fell to the mattress with an uncaring_thud_. The tortoise lowered the bulk of his weight onto Thorpe's chest, then gave the lion an intrusive nibble on the bottom lip.

No reaction. Thorpe looked back at him through hazy, sedated eyes.

_Last chance,_Rindel worried.

With fumbling, brutish claws, he raked through the lion's coarse, bushy mane, hoping to find something to exploit. Within seconds, he found one, a pert, erect nub, at the edge of the pectoral.

"All you mammals and your stupid weaknesses."

With a sly grin, Rindel tweaked the nipple.

Thorpe's eyes widened. His control--or lack thereof--returned. His breathing lost its calm, returning to sharp, shallow gasping. He looked to Rindel. A new emotion had changed his expression to one that didn't match his beautiful features: light panic, mixed with heavy hatred.

"Wakey, wakey, pussy cat."

Rindel hilted him in one thrust.

The lion didn't roar. He screamed. His throat strained and his voice cracked. His massive arms looped around the tortoise's neck, pinning the reptile's face under his jaw. Rindel bit down into the mane, biting off a mouthful of hair.

It was the perfect position for a brutal show of dominance.

Having regained control, Rindel hammered into the frazzled feline, with seemingly no resistance on the lion's part.

After a particularly hateful bout of lovemaking, Rindel felt the lion's cock start to spasm against his shell.

"Look at that," he jeered. "You didn't put up much of a fight at all." To prove his point, he dug around Thorpe's mane and tweaked the nipple again. The lion arched his back, voice stoppered in his tightening throat.

"Tell you what," the tortoise proposed, pressing his nose to Thorpe's. "Give me a kiss and maybe I'll lighten up, just a little." Rindel chuckled and licked the proud beast's lips, his tongue passing through and glancing off the lion's teeth. "Here's the catch. If I go easy on you and I_still_ win, you resign as a mercenary and sell yourself to me. You're mine until I die, and I might just outlive you. Remember that great-grandfather I mentioned?"

Thorpe nodded, his whole body shivering.

"He's still alive, nearing a hundred-and-fifty. Don't worry about my age. I'll give you work worth doing. Decades of work."

The lion didn't reply. His breathing deepened, but didn't slow.

"Well?" Rindel prodded, with words and with his member. "What'll it be, kitten?"

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