Warlord I: The Master Spy

Story by TheGMan on SoFurry

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#1 of Warlord

There is conflict in the world. Five years ago, a slave rebellion led by a canine with supposedly noble blood, seized fortress Redoran in one of the countless provinces of his most Holy Emperor Caltha. The Emperor's forces began their march to reclaim the fortress. Having exhausted all options of peace, the noble canine used his most powerful weapon: the Amortasi, a monastic order of assassins, long thought to be extinct. In a bloody week, Caltha was slain in his bed, all notes on the construction/defenses of the fortress were destroyed, and entire families executed. Thomas Kalern knows the tale well, because he wrote most of the works about the event. This has attracted attention, however.


He listened to the pattering of the rain, the sounds faintly echoing in his stone cell. Four days had passed, he thought. The first day when they attacked his carriage, the second was the unconscious journey here, and if his sleep schedule had remained the same, this was the fourth day. The last two days were nothing but darkness.

Hunger gripped his stomach and he let out a desperate whine.

Moments passed. Footsteps, not a single persons but at least three, came down the spiral staircase. The clattering of their metal boots was followed by a dancing torchlight that filled the chamber, and the three men now stood before him. They waited, letting his eyes scan over each of them. On the left, a black wolf with a single jagged scar up his maw and through his blind eye; the right was a fearsome Lizard-kin with black scales like shadows, not even glinting in the torchlight, and two large black horns; the middle was a face he had seen sketched in one of the political dossiers that crossed his desk -

"Step up to the light," he said, passing the torch off to the wolf.

  • Warlord Alexander Vassili. He stepped under the piercing gaze of the doberman, eyes down, and listened as they spoke in the old Canine tongue.

"The clothes look right." Vassili reached through the black iron bars, grasping his maw in one steel-covered paw and wrenching it to the side. "Marks that run down his neck as described. Still, are we sure it's Thomas?"

Releasing his grip, he turned to the reptile.

"I do not make mistakes. Blaine, however--"

"Does his job, lizard."

"Of, course." The reptile's lips split into an icy smile. "He's a doberman runt, Vassili. There is only a small chance Blaine made a mistake."

Blaine leaned forward to glare at the reptile on the other side.

"There is no mistake. I suspect you're here to kill me?" Thomas finally had the nerve to speak.

"No." Vassili switched to the common tongue. "To offer you amnesty on the condition that you tell me the traitor's name."

"There wasn't one." Thomas motioned towards the reptile. "Despite the Amortasi's attempts, I managed to get the architect's notes from his grand-children--"

"I think s_omebody_must have made a mistake," Blaine said.

"Lies." The reptile hissed. "My brothers told me in vivid detail that the six grand-children were caught completely unaware in their fields. Kill --"

"Listen!" Thomas shouted as Blaine placed a paw on his sword. "There were only two outcomes of telling them: If you were after them as I suspected, it would, just like the death of the Emperor, be inevitable --"

"Correct." The reptile sneered.

"-- If you weren't, then they would spend the rest of their lives running from ghosts."

"Investigate this." Vassili said, "And give him his food."

An unknown, black claw appeared at the side of his cell to set down food.

"You said I could go free."

Vassili climbed the stairs with the others in tow.

"So, you lied!" Thomas slipped his maw between the bars to yell at the fading torchlight. "You are no better than the honor-less tyrants you claim to fight!"

Darkness returned to the room. It didn't take long for the hunger pains to win out over his paranoia and he shoveled handful after handful of food in his mouth. He lay on the stone floor and once again, listened to the rain. Earlier, he had been listening for the Amortasi's agents and yet, one was down here with him, the whole time, waiting. It took a long time for him to fall asleep.

* * *

A strange sensation of smoothness brushed across his face and he awoke on his back in the darkness. He wondered if it had been a dream, but as he felt the tightness of a rope around his wrists, which were now tied to the iron bars, a sense of doom came over him.

Above him, five cone-shaped points of light glowed a faint red. In moments, the light grew stronger, revealing the black claw lifted above the Amortasi's face. The reptile's maw split into a smile, every jagged tooth casting a shadow upon another, and his eyes reflected a pool of dark colors. The glow started fading - his demonic smile, his eyes slowly dimming - until just the claws were left, but they soon faded, too. Thomas lay motionless.

Seconds passed.

Then minutes.

He heard nothing but still silence.

"I had heard rumors about your cunning nature." A light pressure traveled down his chest, and Thomas gasped as the first button was severed from his shirt. "You invoked the name of my order, clearly knowing the punishment for such a thing."

The second button clattered across the floor, followed by the third.

"You thought I had an oath to him, didn't you?"

"I-"

The claw shot up to his neck, "When you speak, you answer: yes or no."

"Yes."

The final button popped off, exposing his tan-furred chest to the darkness. "The council is in an uproar. They want your head, Vassili thinks it should stay on your shoulders. Quite the mess, don't you think?" His voice seemed to hover over Thomas's abdomen.

"Yes."

"It would be a shame if you lost your head - you have quite the nice body. I can see every curve and line," his claw traced over them as he spoke. "If I had a reason to get involved, I could sway their votes. Help Alexander and you. But, what's in it for me?"

His claw slid down his chest, "Like most of my kind, I enjoy gold... and jewels..." Down it went over his abs, and Thomas gasped as it came to rest on his crotch. "And cock. And I can tell that you aren't a runt where it counts."

"Hey--!"

His claws deftly unbuttoned his pants, pulling the flaps to the side. Air rushed around his taint and balls from the reptile's nose. "To live, your existence will be defined by your sexual service to the Amortasi. That's your punishment as well as my offer. Deal?"

"Do I have--?"

"Yes - you live. No - you die. Pick one."

"Live."

The five cones of light glowed above him, and he saw the face of three Amortasi, naked and all looking almost alike. "I have to cast my vote, but these three will keep you entertained until I return." The light faded back to dark.

His hands were freed by a single claw, "Those were starting to hurt," Thomas joked to the darkness, and started to sit up when a tail came down to keep him pinned. The owner crawled over him so that his crotch was inches from Tom's maw, and he could smell nothing but the lizard's scent. A wild lustful scent.

"Lick me," he demanded.

Tom stretched out his tongue in the dark, quickly finding where the reptile wanted him to lick. It was hot, but smooth like their scales... but not scales. Through his tongue, he felt the reptile shudder in pleasure, but he was otherwise silent - they all were. He circled the ring of flesh, trying to ignore what he was licking.

"Do what you want."

As soon as those words left the reptile's mouth, they started on him with a pack mentality. His pants were yanked off of him and tossed across the cell. His shirt was torn off as a mouth playfully licked and sucked his nipples. His sheathe was lapped, his balls were held and lavished by one, sometimes two tongues. The wonderful sensations felt enhanced in the darkness, leaving Tom gasping.

He cried out in need as the sensations all stopped at once - even the reptile over his face had left him. They left him half-hard with his heart drumming in his chest, and he propped himself up on his arms in confusion.

"You are free, now." A claw stroked his cheek. "I spoke to them; they've all agreed that you're an asset to be used." Clothes shuffled and leather straps were pulled loose. There was a wet licking sound, followed by a soft purr of: "Thank you, brothers."

The soft click of claws approached him. "Understand: my word is your god's word. Now, get up on your knees."

As soon as he got off the floor, a tail wrapped around his waist sliding him across the floor. His half-hard dick was pressed between two warm cheeks. Sinking into the smooth under-plating of his tail, and backside, he could feel the reptile's hole near his tip. It was soaked with spit and so pliable, there was no doubt he was experienced in this type of play.

Thomas put his paw on his waist, noticing how muscular his frame was, his other paw was maneuvering his cock.

"Shove it inside me. Just fuck me like an alpha!"

With his tip just inside, Tom grasped his waist. He was going to do_exactly_ that. Despite how easy the reptile spread, he cried out in pain as he took the pink cock right to the knot in one go. His silky insides felt skin-tight.

"Yes, punish me!" He cried out in ecstasy. "Tell me how much you want to use me."

"You're.. a slut." The asshole around him squeezed hard, and Thomas let a groan escape his lips. He gasped, "and you need canine dick in you." Again, his dick was squeezed and the reptile started rocking back and forth on it.

Tom pulled out until just the tip was in the gaping hole.

"I need it," the reptile purred.

Grasping his sides, Tom slammed him down on his cock, leaving him shuddering in pain but begging. Not letting him recover, he kept thrusting in and out of his hole, the forceful slaps were echoing in the cell. "You. Do. Need. It."

He groaned in ecstasy, not able to even speak. Slamming him down and over his knot got him howling, and panting. Tom's sides heaved as he held him there.

"You- you're done already?"

"Shut the fuck up." Tom gritted his teeth, and started drilling his asshole until he heard the wet squelch of his precum gushing from the hole. The reptile was taking his nine inches like a champ and loving it.

He grabbed his neck from behind, "Raise your ass up." And, he pushed the reptile's face into the ground. With both hands on either side of the reptile's head, he doubled his efforts of railing a loose but still gripping hole.

"I'm gonna cum!" The reptile cried in a mix of surprise and lust.

Tom squeezed every muscle in his body, fighting off the growing sensation in his balls. "Do it, and I won't tie you, slut."

Claws dug into stone, the reptile was too enraptured to moan as his hole was pummeled. From the squeezing, Tom could tell he took the threat seriously and was fighting off the urge. Gritting his teeth, he fucked him wildly until every place on his body burned.

The reptile's voice verged on a scream of ecstasy, his whole body shaking and shuddering underneath him; the wet splash of cum barely heard over the violent slapping. Tom began to cry out, the hole squeezing and releasing around his thrusting cock. It was too much for him to hold off and he came.

His seed gushed into the reptile's bowels, making his slaps wetter, and a ring of canine cum was forming outside his ass and matting Tom's fur. With one final slap, his knot slipped in and exploded in size and right against the reptile's prostate, leaving him moaning into the stone floor.

Tom fell to the side, pulling the reptile along with him, and panted heavily. "This.. is a.. punishment?"

"You'll see." It took only a moment for his knot to shrink down enough to slip from the battered hole, cum dripping across the ground.

"On your hands and knees pup," one of the males growled. "Time to get your tailhole stretched."

"I'll be in touch... Enjoy."

"Do it. Now!"

Tom crawled up on all fours, his sides still heaving. "Look, I've never --" Two maws were at his tail-hole, lavishing it with spit, and competing over it. From one of the maws, he could tell a bigger male had come in at some point.

"Don't fight with me, you fucker. Eat it deep!" The one that had him get on his knees growled. His voice was deep and menacing, but all thoughts about him were pushed out as something pushed in. Tom let out a wild moan as he felt a muzzle being shoved deep between his cheeks. "Put your tongue inside him or I'll kill you, you disobedient bitch."

The slim tongue painted spit across his hole, pushing against it, and he whimpered.

"Do it!"

Tom let out a sharp growl that melted into a long moan. The sensation of having something squirming inside him was unlike anything he imagined. His whole body tingled and his face heated up with arousal. He was being tongue-fucked. There was no other word for the sensation of having a tongue punch through your defenses, brush along your insides, and pull back out.

"Deeper. He's got a big dick to take."

The reptile rimming him gagged slightly, but did exactly as his superior demanded. The fullness of the tongue had his walls relaxing for the other's dick. A big dick. "How big?" His eyes opened.

"Doesn't matter, remember?"

It was big.

The reptile thudded on the floor beside Tom. "Get in front of him and don't ever try to one up me, again."

"I won't, sir."

Tom grunted as a large claw grasped his ass cheek. "Mm, fuck yeah. Dobie, you ever get told you have a sweet ass?" He slapped a cheek.

"Not lately."

"You'll hear it a lot because I'm assigned to follow it around. Name's Derrick."

"What - ah! Shit! Is that your fist?"

"That's my dick," he growled and started spearing through Tom's tailstar.

Tom's breaths were heavy and pained - how could that reptile like this! He whined.

"Shit, I like you being tight but the whining - you're a virgin aren't ya," Derrick said. "Listen, virgin. I'll shove it all in there if you don't stop making that noise."

Tom felt something velvety across his lips, dripping a warm salty fluid. "Sucking on this might distract you."

Taking the dick into his mouth introduced a whole new world of sensations. It was throbbing and soft, he rolled it around watching out for his canines. Salty fluids surging in his maw. It had ridges like the one forcing into his ass, deep ones. The reptile placed his hand on the canine's head, encouraging him to continue.

His ass was still being spread; it felt like inches were in now, and Derrick was holding his sides. Then, the fat cock started putting pressure on something deep inside, it kept growing until a ridge slipped over it and Tom had trouble focusing. He panted and moaned around the dick, sloppily bobbing on it.

"Fuck it." The reptile in front said, grasping the back of Tom's head and his maw. "Swallow when it hits the back of your throat."

Tom was plunged down the dick until his nose was flush with the reptiles cock. Above he heard ecstatic swears and pants. The wet slurping noise and spit running down either side of his maw had him gurgling in protest. Soon, he was swallowing just at the right rhythm that the reptile above was almost falling over from the pleasure. His pink back door had been stretched to a gaping size but was allowing more dick to fill him.

"Mm, fuck." The reptile in his mouth gasped before shoving Tom's head deep between his legs, shoving the dick down his throat. It began to shudder between his lips, and he could feel the cum traveling down, small bulges of it running over his tongue.

The reptile yanked it out, shooting cum in his maw on the way, and another three or four fast shots rained across his maw and head. His maw dropped, drooling the cum, as Derrick started pounding him. Each ridge sawing over the spot inside, leaving Tom seeing stars. His whole body was weak from the sensations, and his arms buckled slightly.

Derrick pulled out leaving him gaping. "Get on the ground before you break your stupid face." He swatted at Tom's ass.

Obediently, Tom lay on his stomach his head turned slightly. The massive reptile came down, wrapping his arm under Tom's neck. His claw grasped his dick, slapped Tom's ass a few times before spreading him open again. "Who's the slut, now?" He growled as he grasped Tom's shoulder.

The fucking was brutal and more inches than before found their way into his depths. He was moaning and shuddering, and Derrick growled and grunted with his thrusts. They grew erratic, poking wildly in every cavity. The sawing ridges made the sensation grow too strong.

Tom back arched and he cried out. His cock, sandwiched between the floor and him, began to shoot his second load. It took only seconds but the orgasm verged on pain and agony. Hearing him, Derrick snorted and shoved himself to the balls into Tom's gaping ass. His seed gushed like Tom's had, filling him up with reptile cum.

"Now that I broke you in, I'm gonna do this again. Every half hour or so to make sure you stay like this."

"There's not much else for me to do."

"Don't worry there's other stuff you can do: riding my dick, blowing my dick, threesomes, and a few other sex positions."