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Felix blinked his emerald green eyes lazily at the sun which was just cresting the buildings of the cobbled square he lay in. The dragon was stretched out, taking up more than half the length of the largest open space in the city. Unusually for the dragon, crowds of anthros were gathered in the same space as him. Even more unusual was that Felix wasn’t planning to eat them.

At least, not the random anthros that stood in huddled crowds. The poor things still hadn’t quite adjusted to the fact that the great dragon now ruled them in place of their queen. It had been over two months now since Felix had devoured the late Queen Gladys and her stupid husband who had ruled before her. The lioness had delivered herself and a complimentary retinue of nobles to the serpent’s lair, high in the mountains, and Felix had gracefully accepted their unwilling tribute.

Now, his ploy of unseating the former monarchs had come to fruition, and the dragon ruled here in truth. He had flown here to the capitol in triumph, his converted core of knights leading the way and preparing the citizenry for his arrival. No ballistae had fired on the great wyrm, and Felix, in return, had not torched the city walls and slaughtered the guards. In fact, Felix had gone to great lengths to hunt other prey than anthros for some time now.

But despite all his efforts, some in the kingdom had chosen to reject his rule. And so today, the emerald dragon indulged in his typical diet.

The dragon’s ears picked up the clanking sound of chains from the east. He swiveled his great head in that direction, noting the people standing there had already begun to draw back and clear a path. The rest of the square came alert, pulling back in fright as the great serpent rose to all fours, letting his wings half spread as he stretched.

A procession emerged from the shadows of the buildings lining one of the main streets that emptied into this square. A pair of guards in simple leather armor led the march, followed by a line of eight naked prisoners. Another pair of armored anthros brought up the rear, poking the prisoners none too gently with their sheathed shortswords to keep them moving. Keeping the press of the crowd back on either side were mounted knights, riding feral horses.

Felix felt his stomach rumble in anticipation as the prisoners were marched past him to a wooden platform erected in the center of the square. It was the remains of the old gallows, although the watching anthros doubtless wondered what its purpose was now with the ropes and posts removed.

As the guards pushed the naked anthros into a rough line atop the platform, the emerald dragon rose to his full height. He was pleased that every eye was immediately on him, though he expected no less.

“Citizens,” Felix began, his voice a deep and rumbling bass. “Doubtless you’ve heard the whispers and rumors of a seditious plot against me. Look now upon the leaders of this conspiracy and see their plans in ruins.” The dragon could see the eyes of the crowds dart, unwilling, to their fellow anthros in chains before the serpent.

“These eight were identified thanks to the hard work of my guards and knights, and the useful information of several loyal citizens. Their property has been seized, and evidence of their crimes and intent presented to me. I have judged them guilty.”

Everyone here knew the dragon would do as he pleased. But the dragon was a learned creature. He was beginning to understand that his rule of these people would go much smoother if he could convince them they had a say in things, however little it mattered. Small mentions of judicial process were therefore the bait Felix dangled in front of them.

“The punishment for the crime of treason in this kingdom remains as it was set by my… predecessors.” Felix continued. “Traitors cannot be allowed to live beneath someone they tried to usurp. However, unlike the executions of old there shall no longer be any gallows in this realm.” The emerald dragon turned his attention from the crowd and looked at the naked prisoners atop their platform.” All those sentenced to death shall henceforth be devoured.”

The announcement was hardly a surprise to anyone there, given the dragon’s proclivities and the way their previous monarchs died. Felix was still amused to see some of the prisoners shudder in fright. The great serpent stepped close to the wooden platform, lowering his neck so his head was level with the floor. “Guards, begin releasing the prisoners one at a time. You are to walk into my jaws, where I will consume you,” Felix ordered the hapless traitors.

Without giving them time to process his insane demand, the dragon opened his maw, letting his hot breath wash across those assembled. His guards worked efficiently, one of them stepping forward and using a key to unlock the manacles which shackled the first prisoner to the others in a line. The guard shoved the naked pine marten forwards. The man tried to look resolute, but Felix could see the terror in his eyes.

His eyes darted to the side, and the dragon knew what he was planning. The pine marten took off to the right, sprinting to the edge of the platform. Doubtless he planned to try to disappear into the crowd, despite being totally nude.

The dragon lunged forward, his jaws turned sideways. The traitor had barely managed three strides when those scything fangs closed on his lower body with a crunch.

The crowd screamed at the blur of motion, the awful sounds that came from the platform. Their eyes were fixed on the spectacle as Felix gave his massive head a shake, and the upper body of his first meal separated from his legs with a tearing sound, falling with a wet thump onto the wooden floor.

Muted whisperings sounded across the square as the dragon lifted his head up and gulped, sending the mangled remains of the mammal’s body down his throat. Felix lowered his gaze to the remains of the prisoner, one great emerald eye fixed on the pine marten’s face. The poor creature was trying to scream, but his abdomen was torn open, and a bubbling wheeze was all that came out.

“Rather stupid of you, if you’ll listen to my advice. But I appreciate the first of you being willing to make an example of yourself.” Felix didn’t waste anymore time on the half dead meat. He opened his jaws again, and a pink tongue swept out and scooped up the mammal’s torso. The dragon closed his eyes as he enjoyed the taste of warm blood gushing onto his tongue. He positioned his teeth and slowly closed his mouth, feeling the satisfying crunch and the warmth that blossomed from that body.

Twice more he chewed, savoring the flavor, before he rolled his tongue back and swallowed. He opened his eyes again and looked at the remaining prisoners. “Your punishment is death, but it need not be so… troublesome. If you would avoid your compatriot’s fate, I will swallow you whole. Recognize now that I will not allow you to escape your judgment.”

The guard unlocked the next prisoner’s shackles, leaving no time for her to process the violent death of her predecessor. The jaguar was shoved forward, but she kept her footing with feline grace. She drew herself up proudly though, and walked with as much dignity as she could muster towards the dripping jaws of the dragon.

Felix felt the furry heat of her body as she stepped onto his tongue. He let the crowd in the square take in the sight of a full grown anthro standing upright in his jaws for a moment before he pulled his tongue in. The sudden motion tripped the woman up, and she fell on her ass as the fanged mouth closed around her. This one Felix didn’t chew, but he did take a moment to savor the flavor - including some faint and musky scents coming from her ass and pussy.

A single gulp - his neck stretched out for all to see - sufficed for the lithe feline. In seconds she was packed away into his ravenous stomach, and the dragon lets his tongue loll out in satisfaction. As he lowered his head to the platform again, he looked at the guards and knights. “I tasted horse… and perhaps hyena?”

“Got it in one, my lord dragon,” responded one of the helmeted knights standing nearby. “Me and Okule took her.”

The punishment for treason was death, but the slightly less public punishment for any and all crimes which required imprisonment was the service of the guards who had to waste their time watching prisoners. Service, in this case, meant that Felix’s loyal guards and knights responsible for rounding up this batch of traitors had been given leave to satisfy their urges with whatever hole they felt like.

The remaining six prisoners lined up gave cold, angry glares at the men and women holding their chains. The musky remnants of horse cum and hyena juices told the dragon that the woman he’d just eaten had been used well by the male horse standing nearby, and the female hyena who stood at the end of the line.

Another prisoner was shoved forwards. The cowering iguana took a hesitant step backwards. “My lord dra-” Felix’s jaws snapped forwards and closed on her torso before she got the full honorific out. Even his guards twitched backwards at the ferocious lunge. Ribs cracked beneath his bite, and a muffled scream became a burbling gasp as blood entered the woman’s lungs.

All watched as the dragon’s tongue snaked out and wrapped around her legs. He loosened his jaws and pulled the woman in, then lowered his head and stared directly into the eyes of the other prisoners as he worked his mouth slowly. Each crack and crunch cause them to wince, though his guards were made of sterner stuff.

As the dragon swallowed, he idly wondered how the jaguar woman was faring in his gut. She’d gone down in one piece, to find the mangled remains of the pine marten waiting for her. Now, iguana would rain over her as she was digested. Predictably, he felt his stomach squirm with motion as his latest meal arrived.

The next prisoner had learned from his colleagues. He approached the dragon’s mouth slowly, but he didn’t stop until he climbed on his knees and paws into the dragon's jaws. It took the dragon two swallows to pull the hefty bear down his gullet.

As the dragon lifted his head to gulp down the fifth prisoner, he felt something on his stomach. He snapped his head around to see a young lioness had stepped forward from the crowd and incredibly, put a hand on his belly, which was starting to show with four anthros packed inside. At his sudden turn, she leapt back as though burned. Felix held her eyes for a long moment before he nodded his head.

In his jaws, the macaw was squirming, doubtless jostled by his abrupt turn. Felix apologized by gulping him down without any further delay. He gestured with a claw to his guards to hold the next meal as he addressed the lioness, and the crowd. “Citizen, you need not fear me. You can do me no harm. Satisfy your curiosity.” He turned his body slightly, inviting the woman to approach. As she stepped forward, the wriggling bulge of the macaw reached his chest and disappeared for a moment until his belly sagged slightly.

As the lioness gently touched the bulge in his gut, the dragon spoke again. “I have taken the burden of ruling upon myself. I shall not consume my citizens unless they give me reason, as these ones have. I shall protect you from foreign armies, monsters which prey upon your people. And I will remove those the law deems criminals.”

Soft spoken words that meant nothing, as far as the dragon was concerned. Felix would do as he pleased. He would just make sure the laws were written to serve him. But incredibly, he could see people in the crowd nodding and whispering to each other. He turned back to the platform.

The sixth prisoner stepped forward from the guards, but as she walked she started shouting to the crowd. “People of Amaranth, this tyrant speaks of killing and eating whoever he so judges guilty!” The goat eyed the dragon nervously, but Felix narrowed his eyes and pulled his head back to let the woman speak. A flick of his tail signaled his guards to back away.

“This dragon burned whole towns down, consumed everyone in them. He is the monster which preys upon our people! In front of your very eyes he has torn apart loyal citizens of the realm who sought to oust him. His guards cannot restrain us all. His breath cannot kill us all! Throw down this dragon before he consumes everything!”

Silence. The crowd in front of the speaker edged back slightly, looking everywhere but at the platform.

“Rousing words, to no avail,” the dragon rumbled behind the goat. She turned to face Felix, shoulders slumped in defeat, but the emerald serpent lifted his neck to speak across the square. “See now my generosity, citizens. I care nothing for the nobility, or your past mistakes. I offer reward to those of merit.” Felix lowered his great head back to the platform.

“Serve me in my kingdom. I shall have need of proclamations, written and spoken. Communications with other realms, warnings, and treaties. You speak from the heart, and my knights tell me you were behind much of the propaganda which spurred your movement against me.”

The goat looked stunned. “Are you taunting me?”

“Not today. Become one of my advisors.”

“I spoke against your tyranny!”

“I care nothing for words against me. You have seen what little value they hold. You wish to serve your people? Write your speeches to serve me, and you have some control over how my reign proceeds. Or hop in my jaws and become food.” Felix narrowed his eyes. “A truly great woman would wish to make whatever difference is possible.”

“Arrela, don’t! He’s trying to trick you!” shouted one of the other prisoners. The dragon waited.

The goat looked up at the dragon. “I worry he speaks truly, but you have a point. If I can do some good…”

“Restares, take her away and find her some clothes. I will speak to her later.” Felix ordered. The male horse stepped forward and guided the goat away and down the platform. And the crowd cheered.

The dragon narrowed his eyes at their noises, but did nothing to quell them. At his stomach, the lioness had never once stopped rubbing his belly. She was proceeding lower down his body, and within moments, she would find something that more than welcomed her touch. “Okule, leave those last two and take that lioness somewhere. I don’t wish to spoil this moment with the crowd.”

The hyena women bowed slightly. “At once my lord.” She peered up through her helmet. “My lord dragon wishes her attention later, yes?”

“Absolutely,” he growled. “Teach her a few things with the lads, if she’s inexperienced… and willing.”

“My lord.”

As the hyena walked off, the eighth prisoner suddenly went to her knees, dragging the other to his knees with her. The giraffe was babbling, tears streaming down her face. “Please my lord dragon, I am skilled with weapons and armor. Let me join you, and serve willingly that which I spoke against!”

Felix let his fangs show in a grim smile to the remaining two traitors. “I’m afraid we only had the one position on my staff. There’s only two remaining openings…” he trailed off at their expressions of sudden hope. The guard unshackled both of them and pushed them forward.

Felix swiped his tongue along his lips. “Two openings left in my stomach, that is.” As he opened his jaws and lowered his head, the dragon heard a small cheer from the crowd.

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The dragon was lounging in the throne room when Restares brought the goat in to see him. It had been a little over an hour, and the wriggling in his bulging stomach was gone. Felix would never let them learn his limits, but seven full grown anthros was approaching it. The most he’d ever eaten was nine, at that walled-in village. Cearall?

He shook such irrelevant thoughts from his head as the goat woman approached. “Your name,” he growled, though not aggressively.

“Arrela, my lord,” she said quietly.

“I appreciate the difficulties of changing your worldview in a short span of time, Arrela, and commend you on your demeanor, and use of my honorific.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

“Tell me, do you have a family?”

Here she hesitated for a moment. “A brother, my lord, and my parents, both elderly. I believe my brother has a wife and children.”

“You believe?”

“I’ve not seen him for three years, my lord. He lives in a town far from here.”

“As a member of my trusted council, your wealth shall expand. If you so desire, you may keep your family in comfort here in the capitol. Whenever your fear of me using them against you is assuaged,” he added drily.

A grimace told him his suspicions were well placed. “Thank you, my lord.”

Behind the goat, the door creaked open to reveal several figures. They walked forward into the light to reveal a grizzled rhino, Shor, a rather well-dressed stallion named Yuri, and a female badger named Kinala.

“My circle of advisors,” Felix told Arrela.

The goat glanced at him. He noted her eyes kept slipping away from his face to the bulge where her former revolutionaries still digested. She’d get over it - or he’d eat her.

“You trust me so much? Immediately?”

“Trust, perhaps not. You will not be in our confidence entirely for a time. But you can answer some questions for me, and see a bit of my efforts in the kingdom to convince you I mean to rule as other monarchs have done, regardless of my appetites.”

“What questions?” she asked as the group gathered round him, completed by the knight Restares who had escorted her in.

“You lead a treasonous rebellion against me. Your own crimes have been pardoned, and your particular group neatly dealt with. But others will surely arise. So you will tell me, and my advisors - what did you prey upon to convert people to your cause? How did you avoid my knights and guards for so long? How can I appease the greater populace?”

“Greater populace?”

The dragon sneered at her. “A revolutionary studied in the history of kingdoms should know that pleasing everyone is not possible, and I wouldn’t care to try it if it was. You saw that today.”

“So you’ll eat the people who disagree with me.”

Felix leaned closer from where he lay and snorted smoke into her face. “I am a dragon. I did not conquer this kingdom out of the goodness of my heart. But I will attempt to make the people happy, so that they keep delivering me meals and pleasure.”

“You knew what you were signing up for, lass” Restares said to the side. “You have two options. Join wholeheartedly, or join your friends”

The goat looked at the burly stallion, then at the rest of the council. “I’ve seen the horse indulge his own pleasures on my friends. Is that what all of you do? Take for yourself?”

“Take what you can, or someone will screw you over,” the rhino grunted. “You know how I joined the lord dragon? My fellow knight fell asleep on watch, and he ambushed us. My ‘friend’ tried to throw me down the dragon’s throat when I would’ve sacrificed myself to save him. I fucked him into the lord dragon’s stomach myself.”

“The old queen sent my godson to deliver a surrender to my lord when she took over rule,” the badger added. “She wrote in the message for him to be eaten, then tried to offer up her own husband as a peace offering.” The badger’s face was red with anger beneath her striped face. “My lord dragon showed me how to take pleasure for myself without caring about the whims of others.”

Arrela turned slowly to face the dragon. His emerald eyes glittered as he looked her over. “Did you hear, as you left the platform, your old friends throw away their dignity to save themselves?” She slowly nodded. “You should do no less. Serve me, and serve yourself. You will be rewarded richly for both.”

Her eyes slid down to his stomach again, then back up to his face. She knelt, and swore “My life is yours, my lord dragon.”

“Rise, and join my council.”

She did so, going to stand next to Restares, and giving him - and Kinala - a rather unsubtle look over. The stallion didn’t even blink, but his tail twitched at the attention.

“We will discuss the ideals of revolution later then. I trust you will think hard now about how to protect what we have begun to gather here,” the dragon rumbled.

“Yes, my lord.”

“Excellent. Yuri, have you found any other staff to be removed?”

The well dressed horse nickered, pulling a sheet of parchment from a pocket in his shirt. “I’ve found but two more, my lord. I believe we are at the end of my investigation.”

“Describe them and their failures.”

“The first is named Jewel, a parrot who works with the chamberlain.” The stallion hesitated. “My lord, her work is unsatisfactory, but she was employed a mere two months ago, the day before you arrived at the capitol. I believe, as do her superiors, that she can be brought up to standard.”

“She isn’t warming your bed to get this recommendation, is she?”

The stallion blushed. “As my lord dragon knows, since the late queen’s demise I have… limited my attention to males-”

“I don’t think you’ve limited your attention at all, Yuri. You must have tried half the castle by now,” Restares joked.

A deeper color red bloomed on his face, but two months had changed the horse. Once, Felix had ordered him to suck Restares’ cock, back at his mountaintop lair. Yuri had been mortified - at how much he enjoyed serving men. Now he was exploring himself, and Felix could personally speak to the stallion’s improvement in handling dick, and his confidence.

“Enough,” Felix commanded. “You have your judgment Yuri. Who is the second?”

“A lemur named Markus, my lord. He has somehow risen to the position of seneschal. It is my understanding from interviewing the staff that many of the current issues can be laid at his feet.”

“You have nothing to say in his defense?”

“He is sycophantic and useless, my lord. A punishment or correction would simply teach him to avoid the punishment in the future, not improve his performance.”

“Your recommendation?”

The horse looked up and met the dragon’s eyes. “My lord, he is small, but I believe you would quite enjoy his pleas for mercy, and the inventive ways he would no doubt seek to offer up another in his place as my lord dragon’s meal.”

Felix locked eyes with Arrela once more. “As vicious as dragons, my advisors. I hope you measure up.”

The dragon did not wait for a response. “I require no food or entertainment for some few days. I will alert the guards when I wish to eat him. Watch him, Yuri, and prepare for me a list of potential replacements. I need a capable seneschal to complete the castle renovations to accommodate me.”

“At once, my lord.”

“Kinala”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Work with Arrela, as her first task. Prepare rumors that indicate my displeasure and distribute them so he hears. I wish to see him squirm as his time approaches.” The badger was unusual in his council in that she retained no position beyond her noble title. Her role was that of rumors and whispers in the kingdom. She greeted guests in the capitol, and moved in the high circles of the city. Her effectiveness was reduced, as many knew her allegiance, but she was capable nonetheless.

“Other concerns?”

“My lord,” Shor began. “I have outside the room a leatherworker from a southern village named Tumlaut. He has a report of a disturbance you will wish to hear from him directly.”

Felix tilted his head slightly. “Unusual for you to bring me word from villagers, Shor. Escort him in.” The rhino’s role was second in command, while Restares headed his knights and guards.

A moment passed as the rhino left and returned with a ram in tow, the sheep twisting his hat nervously in his hooves. “Report to the lord dragon your concerns, as you told them to me.” Shor ordered.

The ram tried twice to speak, swallowing drily, before he found his voice, though it was steady. “My lord dragon, a monster has been taking people from our village.”

“A monster?” Felix asked. The ram jumped at the bassy rumble fo his voice, but responded quickly.

“Something is taking people, my lord. At night, or in the hills. We’ve found blood, and pawprints - I’m no tracker, but Robert, our best, he said they was like a wolf’s - only twice as big as they oughta be, and only two of ‘em besides, and there’s rumors other towns in the area have lost people, o’ny they ain’t sent anybody up here ‘cause of-” the ram stopped, clamping his mouth shut.

“Because I might very well eat them when they arrived?” Felix said drily. “Fear no reprisal, master…?”

“Egbert, my lord.”

“Master Egbert, I have a surpassing interest in monsters, you see. They are an excellent prey for me, and an opportunity to show the citizenry I mean what I say when I say I shall protect them. You need not worry I shall harm you.”

“Prey? You’re going to go down and eat it?”

“Likely. In any event, I will ensure no more of your people are taken. You have my thanks for delivering this news. Kinala, make our guest comfortable, and see him supplied for his return journey.”

“Of course, my lord.” The sultry badger’s voice was smoky, and the ram blinked rapidly as he was led away.

The dragon tucked his chin into his chest as he thought. “Prints of a wolf, larger than normal yet bipedal. Interesting…”

“You will go personally, my lord?” Shor asked.

“Certainly. How far is the village?”

“Nearly 120 miles, my lord.”

“Less than two hours flight for me. I shall leave immediately.”

His advisors glanced at his swollen stomach, but none of them were stupid enough to speak against the dragon. He certainly knew his limits better than they. The dragon did pause as he rose.

“Yuri… the seneschal you mentioned. He is in the castle?”

“Yes my lord.”

“I believe I shall have need of… bait. Restares, bring him to me immediately. Arrela, another task for you. Prepare missives for the outlying towns that reinforce my willingness to entertain requests for help - cite Egbert’s story if you wish.” He looked towards her. “An opportunity to change them for the better, hmm? How many lives might’ve been spared if the poor fools had trusted me to deliver them from the monster?”

He swept out of the throne room before she could respond.

A short time later, the dragon was beating his wings hard to drive himself - and his reluctant passenger - high into the sky, on a southerly heading. The seneschal had proven out Yuri’s assessment. He had protested every step of the way since Restares had fetched him out into the central courtyard, where servants were gathering some supplies for the lemur.

Typical of the conceited, he loudly protested his unworthiness in the face of the dragon. He offered up more than a dozen others to make the trip, and finally pled a fear of heights. Felix had to pick him up in a claw and toss him onto his back. The dragon felt slightly… oily, like the wriggly little man somehow embodied his slippery nature. Less than an hour into the trip, Felix had decided the seneschal would not be returning to the castle. If Felix was full, he was going to drop the damn lemur out of the sky.

Thankfully the roar of the wind eliminated all chance for talking until they neared the little town of Tumlaut. Set in a small cleared valley within forested hills, the town couldn’t hold more than two hundred people. The dragon enjoyed the sight of the little figures running for cover as he descended to the open green in the middle of the village.

Markus, the seneschal, practically fell off the dragon’s back as his muscled legs absorbed the shock of landing. Felix shook himself, looking around. The place was empty. “Announce me, lemur. I don’t wish to stand here for the remainder of the day.”

The low growl got the lemur moving, albeit slowly. “Hear me, people of Tumlaut. Our king, Felix, the mighty emerald dragon, is here! He has come to deliver you from the beast which stalks your lands.”

Felix thought it stood to reason that the idiot could declaim.

Slowly, anthros began peeking out of their houses. They gained courage seeing each other, and no doubt the sight of a living anthro at Felix’s paw showed there was some safety. They crept forward.

“Who is your leader?” Felix boomed.

The whole crowd jumped. Almost involuntarily, their eyes swiveled to an older woman, a hare with gray fur and drooping whiskers. “I am the mayor. Are you truly king of Amaranth?”

The dragon showed his fangs. “By right of conquest, I rule these lands. You shall address me as my lord dragon, or simply my lord.”

The hare glanced briefly at Markus, who was nodding emphatically. Idiot.

“My lord dragon… will you help us?”

“I shall. No monster shall escape me. But I require additional information from you to hunt.”

In the back of the crowd, several people hugged one another. Felix was unprepared to see gratitude in the faces around him. It was not typical for a dragon.

“The one who delivered word of your village’s plight spoke of a tracker who had identified the monster as a wolf. Bring him forth.” the dragon commanded.

Faces fell around him. “My lord, Robert was taken the night Egbert left the village.” the mayor told him.

Felix’s eyes narrowed. “What of your other hunters or trackers?”

The villagers looked around at each other uneasily. “Our best have been taken, my lord. Felicity was the last before Robert.”

“Do you know where in the area he disappeared?”

“He was taken from his home, my lord.”

The dragon didn’t alter his expression as he surveyed the crowd. A scent was in his nostrils, one he knew well and had smelled just that morning. The iron tang of blood was on the air, days old but entrenched.

“Do you wish to see his house?”

Felix pondered a moment. “Show my servant. I shall survey the wilderness. I assume you found no sign of the victims here in town?”

“None, my lord. Robert and Felicity said it was taking them out of town, to the west.”

Felix turned his head ot look at the lemur. “Learn more of these attacks from them. Identify any strong people in the village who could assist, and visit the homes of those missing.”

“My lord dragon, I shall distinguish myself in this investigation!” the lemur crowed. “But surely, with my lord’s help talking to these peasa- uh, villagers, we could solve this quickly!”

“You shall tell me all you find when I return.” The dragon didn’t bother waiting for a response. Crouching, he leapt into the sky with his powerful hind legs, wings beating down in a rush of wind that sent the villagers scrambling for protection.

Knowing the direction, and hunting for the faint scent of blood, Felix found the cavern he was expecting within the hour. Dried blood and fur were littered around the interior, but the scents were stale. No creature lived here - it was a temporary place to feed only. These hills provided many such caves, but few were large enough for a creature like this, and fewer still close enough to the town to be practical.

Musing on his thoughts, the dragon returned. The sun was halfway down the sky by this point. Markus came jogging towards him with a small crowd of people, the mayor included, when he landed.

“My lord, the villagers tell me that their was evidence found in the woods that this beast… took its pleasure from its victims. And the houses show no sign of being forced, although there was a struggle inside.”

“No sign of being forced, you say? Remarkable. Tell me, have any of these villagers come but recently to Tumlaut?” Felix asked the mayor.

“Three, that I can think of. Our new blacksmith, Perun, and the Callows sisters a few months before him.”

“What need of you for a new blacksmith?”

“Our old one, Jessica, she was the first taken. We didn’t even realize it at first it was the monster, but towns heareabouts have been whispering of a monster for years. The attacks picked up after her.”

“And this Perun happened by?”

“Oh no my lord,” she said, eyes wide. “We sent for his apprentice in Heatherwaith, to the west. But he said he wanted a change, and moved in himself, left his apprentice his shop in the town. Mighty generous of him.”

“Indeed. Tell me, this Perun is a man of strength?”

“Strong as a bull.”

“Send for him please. Tell him to bring a weapon. I have found the beast’s lair.”

Gaps sounded all around. Markus whimpered next to him before he remembered himself. The lemur was first to speak.

“Surely my lord, we would be better suited to find a nearby guard outpost-”

“Are you suggesting I am not sufficient?” Felix growled.

“N-Never my lord. In that case, I shall remain here to-”

“You will come with me and the blacksmith, Markus.”

The dragon’s finality brooked no argument. The crowd waited, too anxious to ask questions of Felix as several villagers fetched this Perun. The dragon was interested when they returned with a burly human dressed in simple tan work pants and white shirt. Their kind weren’t populous in the area. But as he saw him, several things clicked into place as a familiar scent trailed after this blacksmith.

“Blacksmith and butcher, if I place the scent right?” Felix asked as he approached. Watching for it, the dragon saw a slight hesitation on the man’s part, thought he covered it well.

“Yes, my lord dragon. I work with Rollins, our butcher, to keep his knives sharp. Since I moved here, I help around wherever I can.”

“My lord dragon,” the elderly hare said as she approached. “I would not lose Perun to the beast. Are you certain you require his help?”

“Yes. I can not delve into the small tunnels and lairs where the beast might be lurking.”

She sighed, but nodded. “Go with my blessing Perun.”

Felix lowered a shoulder. “Both of you, hop on. We can finish this mess faster if I simply fly you to the cavern.” Markus’ obvious reluctance was only slightly more than Perun’s. The dragon noted his darting eyes, looking for an escape. Natural enough for an anthro climbing onto a dragon’s back.

Less than an hour later, the two were dismounting Felix’s back as he led them to the mouth of the cave.

“My lord, are you sure it’s wise for us to enter this cavern? If you believe it to be the lair of this beast-”

“I don’t believe it,” Felix snapped at the cowering lemur. “I know it. I can smell the blood from this entryway.”

“All the more reason to avoid entering, my lord dragon,” the official whined.

“What, precisely, do you think we came all this way to do, Markus?” the dragon asked. “Just track down its lair? Would you like to return to that town and simply describe to them the place where they’ll be taken to be raped and eaten when their turn comes?”

“We could find a monster hunter, my lord!”

“Idiot,” Felix growled. “I am a hunter of everything below me in the food chain. You fear to be attacked by the beast? Stay out here, and I’ll show you to the cavern in my belly. I suggest you choose the cave you might escape from.”

Shivering, whimpering, the lemur edged forward, holding his torch as far in front of him as possible. Watching the foolish creature for a moment, the emerald dragon turned to regard the human beside him who had said nothing yet. “Do you also fear to go inside?”

“No, my lord dragon. I doubt whatever makes its home here could match you.”

“An eloquent answer,” Felix replied, narrowing his eyes. “Have you any ideas what sort of beast it might be yet? Either of you,” he said, speaking to the lemur as he began to follow the frightened official into the cavern.

“P-perhaps a gryphon, my lord?” squeaked Markus. “Such claws and vicious nature would fit the evidence.”

Felix snorted, a brief curl of flame which lit the dark cave’s insides like a torch as the three went deeper. “Hardly. Gryphons make their perches high on mountainsides, or in sturdy trees, and they nest. Besides, it doesn’t fit the evidence.”

“What evidence, my lord?”

Felix glanced at the human walking beside him. “The attacks started only months ago, yet no gryphon has been sighted in the area by anyone. A further point - tell me, Markus, if you were the attacker, who would you target?”

The lemur stopped walking and looked back in confusion. “If I were the attacker? My lord, I could not -”

“Spare me the pointless declamations, Markus, and engage in the hypothetical.”

The lemur frowned in concentration. “Well, I suppose I would go after those who could go after me in turn.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “It seems you can find the path, when you are led to it.”

Perun finally spoke up. The burly human kept his eyes on the floor the whole time, never looking up. “Forgive me, my lord dragon, but are you suggesting Robert was attacked because he was the best tracker? And Felicity as a huntress before him?”

“A fine deduction, Perun. Yes, that is what I believe.”

Markus stepped towards Felix. “But my lord, only someone who knew the town well could make such conscious choices, not a beast.” The dragon met the lemur’s eyes and waited. Markus’ face twisted further in confusion. “None of the townspeople could have done what was reported - nobody there could tear apart and eat another anthro.”

Felix watched Perun out of the corner of his eye as he asked his foolish servant, “Tell me Markus, have you ever heard of a werewolf?”

The lemur chuckled, then coughed and hurried on when the dragon showed no sign of humor. “Well, in stories, my lord. A curse on humans that transforms them into ravenous lupines with insatiable hunger.”

Felix stared at Markus. The lemur looked back, smiling weakly. The smile faltered when Felix let the silence hang, waiting for the stupid primate to connect the dots. To the side, Perun remained standing with his head down.

Finally, Markus’ eyes darted to the human. “My lord dragon, surely you do not imply -”

“Look up, human,” commanded Felix in a loud rumble. “Or else tell me why you will not look into the torchlight in darkness.” For a moment Perun remained still, then he raised his head. The dragon and the lemur both saw the flash of torchlight reflected behind his faintly yellow eyes, eyes no human had ever possessed. Eyes like a wolf’s.

Markus backed up a step. The lemur opened his mouth, but no sound came out as he worked his jaws. Perun took the opportunity to address the dragon instead. “Did you bring me here to kill me?”

“Perhaps,” Felix answered, turning to face the werewolf fully. “But perhaps not. I’ve yet to decide, and you have a chance to make up my mind.”

Perun shook his head. “And how is that? You’ve solved the case quite nicely, and you’ve got me here in an isolated cave with a witness. Not that it matters,” he added bitterly. “You’ve taken over this realm. If you ate me in the town square in front of everybody, they wouldn’t have said a word against you.”

“Likely not,” the dragon agreed. “But I hardly consider it a case. I don’t really care that you ate those people.”

“My lord!” Markus squeaked, stepping hurriedly to put Felix between himself and Perun. “My lord dragon, those reports said this, this monster raped those people, and then tore them apart. Surely he should be punished!”

Felix swung his great head around, low to the cavern floor, and stared into the lemur’s eyes. “You dare tell me what sentence I must pass? Sit quiet and pray I don’t follow his example with you.” The lemur looked like he was about to faint. The dragon stared a moment longer, then turned back to the human - or at least, the human form. “Where were we? Your crimes here don’t concern me much, provided you can provide me with service in recompense.”

“Service? Meaning what, precisely? I doubt you have need of a blacksmith when a kingdom is at your beck and call.”

The emerald dragon growled, smoke leaking from his scaly lips and nostrils. “Don’t make my foolish servant’s mistake of presuming too much. I will require a number of services from you, in exchange for your life. But perform them well, and I will give you not just your existence, but many other rewards.”

The human hesitated, looking genuinely confused. “You would reward me? How?”

Felix reached out a great foreclaw and seized the lemur near his side, who squealed once more. The torch he’d been carrying fell to the floor, where it sputtered, but did not go out. Shadows leapt onto the walls. “Gold, and comforts in my city, but for starters, I will give you prey to sate your urges. Beginning with this one.” Markus tried to say something, and the dragon squeezed tightly. “But you will always remember that they are given to you by me, for all of this kingdom is now mine.”

Perun looked at the lemur, and Felix saw hunger in his eyes. The dragon thought it amusing to see a human look ravenous. “I can find my own prey.”

“Not in my kingdom, not anymore. If you do not wish to bargain with me, I’ll kill you myself. I’m curious if eating you will be enough. The legends and accounts I’ve read say your kind can only be killed with silver.” Felix chuckled darkly. “I hope it’s true. You will be a fascinating pet if I can eat you or fuck you without killing you.”

“You want to fuck me?!” the human said in alarm, stepping backwards.

Felix growled, squeezing the lemur in his claws even tighter as he closed the gap to the werewolf again. “Why do I have to teach these lessons over and over to all of you?” The dragon snorted, stamping one of his back legs and letting a little fire wash out, almost singeing the blacksmith, who was backpedaling. Felix watched the human back into the cavern wall before he spoke again. “You have only two choices with me. Obedience, or death. I will suffer no other options. Do exactly as I say and command, werewolf, or I’lll eat you alive, or maybe tear you limb from limb like your own victims. And if that’s not enough, I’ll find some silver and kill you for good.”

Felix watched, waiting several moments to let his threat sink in. He watched the human’s thick shoulders slump in defeat. “Alternatively, you do what I say. And if that means bending over to let me knot you, you’ll do it.” The dragon saw Perun’s eyes flick to his underbelly, and his cock. “I will reward your obedience as I see fit, and ensure your comfort when I have no need of you.”

“Why me?” Even backed into a dark cave by a horny dragon, the werewolf recovered from his fear of the great reptile. Even talked back, asked questions. “I’ve taken prey from you. And again, I can’t imagine you need blacksmiths so badly you’re willing to take me in spite of that.”

Felix sat back on his haunches, paying no mind to how it displayed his half erect penis to the human. He began to tick off points on his claws. “Firstly, if you really can’t be killed except by silver, I’m going to fuck away my urges in your ass until my balls are empty.” He leered at Perun. “You’ve no idea what it’s like with no others of your species, surrounded by you anthros, not a one of them big enough to properly fuck. But your werewolf form must be big enough if you can eat whole anthros in one sitting. Not to mention the other fun I can have with another predator, and one I can eat without killing at that.”

Perun opened his mouth, but Felix continued on, marking another claw with the paw that still held the breathless lemur. “Secondly, I need competent servants who aren’t scared shitless of me, like this fool. Right now, I have two or three people in the entire kingdom who truly don’t fear me, who will talk to me without lying through their teeth to please me.”

“Third, I need someone unknown to the kingdom at large who I can have some level of trust in to operate in secrecy in the kingdom.” The dragon looked squarely at the human in front of him. “It is impossible to truly run a kingdom such as mine when all my interactions are reduced to the choices I gave you - obedience or death. Not one being alive in the kingdom can stand against me in an open field. But they can, and do, hide in the city sewers. They meet at night in different houses and plot rebellion. They dodge taxes, and smuggle away criminals.”

Felix began to pace up and down the cave, paying no attention to the trapped official who was squeezed with every thumping step. “I could burn out their houses, like I did when I overthrew the old king, but that creates discontent. I can order my guards to seize them all, but some of those guards will be rebels in their own right. I need agents who work wholeheartedly in my interests, who can be inconspicuous in crowds, who can report fomenting problems and disrupt them before they develop.”

“You want me to be a spy,” Perun summarized.

Felix shrugged his shoulders, a rippling wave of glinting scales and muscle. “Not a bad way to put it. You might also be an assassin, pulling away rebel leaders and criminals in the dark to feast, and striking fear into their follower’s hearts. Or you might deliver my praises to those who work hard for my kingdom.”

The dragon stopped pacing, returning to stand in front of the human. “You have experience hiding in plain sight, worming your way into communities. You need not fear ordinary injury or death in the course of your work. And as I said earlier, you do not fear me - or at least, it doesn’t paralyze you or turn you into a sycophant. I need this quality most of all.”

“Why do all of this?” the human finally asked. “Why seize a kingdom, why care about discontent and rebellion? Frankly, you don’t seem to care about the lives of those lesser than you at all.”

The dragon nodded his great head. “I don’t really care, you’re right. But I want a life of luxury and ease. When I lived in my lair on the mountain, I had to go out hunting regularly, drive gryphons and manticores from my territory. Every bit of treasure I had, I hauled myself to my cave.” Felix showed his teeth to Perun. “But a king? Anthros bring me wagons of treasure from the foolish people and call it a tax. They pay it over willingly! Just this morning I feasted on criminals caught by my guards. They were delivered to my waiting jaws, and the people were happy to see them go. They cheered as the others slid down my throat. The old king had plans drawn up for a gladiator arena. I think I’m going to have it built, with some modifications. My citizens will build me a place to watch them fight and be killed by beasts and each other, and construct a shaded lounging area for me if I command it. And they’ll thank me for employing them and beautifying the city!”

“If I keep most of these anthros happy, I can do whatever I wish to the others, and they’ll praise me as their protector.” The dragon leaned in a little closer to Perun, and pushed the lemur towards him some. “You could share in this vision. How often do you have to leave towns before you’re caught? How hard do you have to work to hunt your prey? I’ll have people delivered to your rooms, and no one will lift a finger at the screams that come from your victims. You want to hunt? They’ll be stripped naked and released in the royal woods. You will pay me in obedience and pleasure, but I will reward you richly.”

Perun took a step towards the lemur. “All the prey I want, rooms in the palace, in exchange for steady work spying on malcontents?”

“And giving your ass to me whenever and wherever I want it, pet. Don’t forget that.”

Perun grimaced, but he took another step towards the lemur. “I’ve never been fucked, let alone by a horny dragon twice my size, but the curse upon me opens me wide to all my hungers, drives me insane if I don’t give in. Now that you’ve said it… Now that I’ve seen your cock I feel like I need it. And I need this one. To fuck, and feast.” Perun finally reached the lemur in Felix’s claws. He grabbed the primate’s arm. Markus still could only wheeze from the pressure of the dragon’s grip.

Felix did not release him. “Kneel, and swear yourself to me. And address me properly from now on. I occasionally enjoy speaking with others who aren’t afraid to speak their minds. But you need to learn obedience first before I restore such privileges again.”

With only the slightest hesitation, the human knelt, bowing his burly upper body and placing a knuckle on the floor. “I swear my life to you, my lord dragon. All that I am is yours.”

Felix rumbled in pleasure. “And I shall not forget it, nor fail to reward that which is given. Take your prize, then. I’m curious to watch another feed his urges.”

The human grabbed Markus’s arm again in a large, hairy hand. The dragon finally released the lemur, who gasped for breath before he was yanked into Perun’s chest. The blacksmith wrapped his thick arms around the lemur and pulled him off the ground, pressed against his body. “You look delicious, meat. And you’re gonna be tight on my cock. Gonna have to work to knot you.” The human’s face was changing while he spoke, his voice deepening into a growl. His mouth and nose were lengthening into a muzzle, black hair sprouting from his dark skin.

Felix settled several paces back, lounging on the rocky floor in comfort to watch the spectacle. He watched as the blacksmith’s pants seemed to bulge all along the legs, his leather shoes squeaking before bursting apart at the seams to reveal digitigrade paws with large claws. Markus squeaked again as the figure holding him got taller, muscles bulging through the seams of his shirt, buttons popping off the cuffs as more black hair raced along the transformation. Perun’s pants gave up, falling in tatters from his naked lupine form. He had nearly doubled in height by this point, and his furry quads framed a set of pendulous balls covered in dark gray fur. Above them was a rather large sheath, with a bright red wolf cock already half out and dripping.

On the lemur’s back, the blacksmith’s large hands had been transformed into enormous paws, each one big enough to palm the lemur’s whole head. Claws raked across the primate’s body, tearing away his rich officiant clothes to leave him naked in the predator’s clutches. The werewolf paid no mind to Markus’ squeals of pain as his claws left bloody scratches. Perun pressed his prey into his muscular chest, his own shirt ripped to pieces as his torso expanded. Covered in the same black fur, his body had contorted, leaving his back arched like a canine’s. He looked like he was ready to run on all fours, although he was able to stand upright without pain. He was probably twice his original height if he stood up straight, although he was hunched over some right now.

The werewolf wasted no time. One enormous paw gripped Markus at the waist, holding the lemur’s tail out of his way. The enormous lupine used his muscular thighs to push Markus’ own legs wide, leaving his hole exposed. His other paw wrapped around the lemur’s wrists and held them behind his back. The werewolf’s cock was fully erect, easily a foot long not including the knot and like a wine bottle in girth, pointed upwards as it dripped precum along the angry red shaft. Felix could see the lupine’s knot was inflating, and looked to be the size of a cantaloupe. He would probably kill the lemur just by knotting him, let alone eating him.

The lemur finally found his voice. He twisted his head around, flailing violently in the werewolf’s grip, to look at Felix. “Please my lord dragon, save me! I’ll do whatever you want, anything you demand!” Perun’s slick, tapered cocktip kissed the doomed officials asshole. “NOOO, please help me!”

“I like the screams, meat. Keep ‘em coming,” snarled Perun. The werewolf braced his hips to thrust, then scowled when Felix raised a claw. But even though his whole body quivered with the desire to mate with this lemur, Perun held back at the dragon’s sign.

Felix showed his teeth in a vicious smile. “So you can hold yourself back, and listen to my orders. Good. Tell me again, Markus, what you said?”

The werewolf gnashed his teeth at the interruption, but continued to wait. The lemur struggled to turn his head, his whole body continuing to flex to try and escape the promise of that enormous shaft in his ass. “I’ll do anything you desire my lord, just please don’t let him do this!”

“Anything I desire?” Felix purred.

“Anything!”

There was silence as the dragon pondered for a moment. “I think, right now what I want more than anything is to see you get fucked and eaten by a werewolf. I’d be grateful if you could do that for me.” The dragon settled back down to watch.

Perun grinned, his fangs gleaming whitely in the light of the fallen torch. His nostrils flared as he smelled the sharp scent of despair roll from his prey. He watched the hope die in the lemur’s eyes. The werewolf leaned his head in close. “Scream for me,” he growled. Then he thrust his dick up into the lemur’s ass.

Markus’ scream was piercing. But the lemur only had a moment at that initial entry before the werewolf’s shaft pushed so deep inside him he was gasping for breath. The pain was like fire, burning up from his ass to his brain. His legs, spread wide by the werewolf’s own thickly muscled thighs, spasmed and twitched. His whole body clenched to try and repel the invading spire of flesh, but the primate didn’t have a chance.

He couldn’t tell apart the sensations of pain, but he knew he must be tearing open down there. And still Perun pressed in. There was no smooth gliding sensation for either of them. The werewolf dripped precum like a faucet, but even a bucket of lube wouldn’t have saved this lemur’s ass. Perun simply crammed more and more of his dick into that opening, feeling his tapered cocktip squeeze deeper into his prey’s torn colon. The girth of his shaft worked like a wedge, splitting the lemur open.

A huge paw came down on the lemur’s shoulder as Perun released his wrists, pressing him down hard onto his shaft while he stood with his legs braced. It was the only way to work the primate down to his knot. For a few moments, Markus didn’t even process his arms were free. He just tried to scream, his lungs working desperately for air. Finally, Perun came to a stop, his knot pressed up against the lemur’s abused hole.

“You’re tighter than anybody in this town was except Felicity,” Perun grunted. He grinned to show his fangs. “She screamed louder than you, too. I went in through her pussy, but by the time I got my knot in I think she only had one hole down there. Not really sure whether my cum ended up in her ass or her womb, but I’d already torn her throat out, so I couldn't ask her.”

Markus panted and howled, tears streaking down his face. “Now Robert,” Perun continued conversationally, occasionally flexing his dick inside the lemur for effect. “Robert was a big dog. He screamed, like they all do, but he kept his breath, and he had some inventive cursing for me too. I think he mighta survived getting dicked down by me.” Perun shrugged. “At least, before I ate him. He tasted the best.”

Markus was sobbing, but he’d finally regained enough of senses to realize his arms were unhindered. As he processed what the werewolf holding him was saying, fear rose up to choke him. But the rage in his heart at the casual way this beast talked about eating people burned too. Choking back a sob, the lemur balled up his paw and tried to punch the lupine right in his muzzle.

Perun snapped open his jaws and caught the primate’s arm at the elbow with his teeth. For a moment, they stared at each other, Markus with horror, Perun with lazy satisfaction. Then the werewolf closed his jaws with a crunching sound and bit the lemur’s arm off just above the joint.

Markus screamed. He howled in pain, grabbing frantically at his bleeding stump with his other paw, trying to stanch the blood that soaked his fur and drenched the werewolf’s chest. Above him, Perun closed his eyes and chewed with exaggerated slowness. The crunching sound of bone beneath those fangs pierced the red haze of pain in Markus’ mind, and even as he howled, he watched the werewolf eat a part of him.

Tilting his head back, Perun swallowed the mangled piece of meat. Markus, still impaled on werewolf dick, was forced to watch the bulge in the lupine’s throat right in front of his face as his arm was consumed. He watched the disturbance until it vanished into the black fur of the werewolf’s belly.

“I like to play a little game with my prey, see. I try to eat enough of them so that I get a noticeable belly, like they can actually see that half of them is food before I take the head or they just lose too much blood.” Perun continued to talk in that same slow, conversational tone while he fucked the lemur to death and tore him apart.

“You wanna punch me again? I’m still hungry,” he taunted Markus. The lemur snarled, his own face transported with rage and fear. He tried to kick the beast, but his leg just twitched and spasmed. He had no control over his lower body with almost a foot of arm thick cock in his ass. “That’s a good idea, meat. I’ll take a leg. Might be able to fuck you better if I get one of them out of the way.”

Markus tried to reply, but the werewolf gripped him at the waist and under the shoulder and pulled up hard. The sensation as he was torn from that cock left him unable to breath. He couldn’t even see for a time, as he was emptied out. He vaguely felt fluid on his thighs, and didn’t know if it was blood or precum. Probably both. His ass tried to clench, but he didn’t think it responded.

He felt stone under his back when his senses returned. He looked down his body as his vision cleared, only to see and feel his left leg lifted up. He tried to pull back, but the lupine was easily twice his size and many times stronger and heavier. Markus watched in horror as that massive paw pulled his leg into the slavering jaws of the werewolf. “No, please no, NOOO!!!”

Perun paid him no mind. He let go of the leg with his paw, holding just the footpaw in his muzzle. He let his tongue wrap around the ankle, and then bit down. The werewolf watched the lemur go white with pain and scream. He chewed happily, enjoying his prey’s pain. The bones of the paw in his mouth crunched beneath his jaws, and warm blood coated his tongue. Perun swallowed again, and wasted no time grabbing the same leg again.

“Think I’ll have this bit whole,” he said. He wrestled the weak primate to place the bleeding stump of his calf in his jaws, then swallowed. The lemur slid towards him an inch. Perun swallowed again, shoving his muzzle forwards. Drool leaked out between his teeth as Markus’ calf entered his throat. The werewolf gulped again, taking in the whole thigh. His lips were now pressed against the lemur’s groin, and the primate’s nuts rolled against his whiskers while his dick flopped against the werewolf’s nose.

Markus was half dangling from his jaws, only his head touching the stone cavern floor. The werewolf could have eaten the little guy whole with a bit of effort, but he liked the blood and screams better than the wriggling in his belly. The lemur was still trying to somehow sit up when Perun bit down. He got most of the way through the fleshy thigh before his teeth clicked into the femur and cracked it partway. Warm blood gushed into his mouth, and Perun swallowed reflexively. Markus screamed and fainted halfway through the scream. The werewolf flexed his jaws and bit down harder, crunching through the thick thigh bone and separating the leg. He swallowed heavily, feeling the meat slide down his throat. His powerful peristaltic muscles easily bent the leg and crammed it into his stomach.

The werewolf looked at the half of a lemur remaining, white even through the tan and black fur. He was nearly dead from blood loss. Reaching down into the tatters of his old clothes, the werewolf pulled out an amulet swinging from a thin chain. He pressed it to the primate’s chest and murmured an incantation. To the side, he saw the dragon watching with interest.

“What’s that trinket?”

“A periapt of wound closure. Keeps them from bleeding out a little longer.” Indeed, the lemur’s bleeding was slowing to a stop. A little color returned to his face. “Won’t restore much of his health, but it should let me get a good fuck in with him conscious. I might get hungry and bite his head off early though.”

“Messy,” Felix commented. “If you just fuck them or eat them all at once you don’t have to worry about these distractions.”

“This is the fun part for me.” Perun growled. The werewolf knelt down, heedless of the pool of blood soaking into the fur on his legs. He lined up his cock with the lemur’s torn and bloody asshole, now totally exposed with one leg missing. “This oughta wake ‘em up.” The lupine pressed in forcefully, his enormous paws squeezing the primate into the stone ground so he didn’t slide away.

Halfway in, Markus’ eyes flickered, and he was screaming even as he awoke. Perun’s fangs were showing in a bloody grin as he fucked the lemur hard, his hips flashing back and forth. The werewolf’s cock dug out a home in the lemur’s body. Markus could only feel pain, but the lupine could tell as his dick started to force it’s way through the lemur’s sigmoid colon. His shaft wouldn't bend to go around the curve, instead simply forcing it’s way through to the rest of his prey’s body.

Blinded by tears, Marus felt himself start sliding across the floor, slipping in his own blood. The werewolf was trying to get his knot in, and even the blacksmith’s prodigious strength couldn’t keep him pinned to the ground for that. The lemur felt himself lifted off the ground effortlessly, and a paw gripped his shoulder and waist. A moment of clarity told him what was coming before the werewolf began to knot him.

Perun squeezed from both ends, his ass flexing to drive his cock upwards while his shoulders and arms tensed to push and pull that hole over his knot. The werewolf felt ribs crack underneath his paw at the lemur’s waist, and instead of the scream he wanted, the primate only managed a bloodied gurgling noise.

The werewolf growled and pushed harder. His hot breath fogged up the dank air of the cave as he panted, feeling his release so close, just as soon as he could knot this stupid official.

And with a pop, a loud cracking noise, and a liquid squelching sound, his prey slipped down to seal fully onto his cock. The werewolf felt the separation as the little guy’s hips broke apart to fit his knot. Perun tilted his head back and howled as his balls tensed and jumped with his orgasm. Each spasm of his shaft caused the lemur he had impaled to flex and convulse. Markus had nearly blacked out again, but when he came to, he felt himself filling up with a burning liquid heat.

The lemur couldn’t tell in his own body where the werewolf’s tip had ended up. That pillar of wolf flesh just pumped cum into his abdomen, pulsing over and over. The lemur looked up at the werewolf’s body, Perun’s head tilted back while he rode out his orgasm. Markus looked down to see his own stomach swelling, growing to match the much smaller bulge in the larger mammal’s belly.

“See?” Perun panted. “That’s you. Part of you, for now, but it’s where the rest of you will be soon.” The werewolf leaned in so his hot breath washed over Markus’ face. “I’m gonna digest you, and you’ll be the energy for me to fuck somebody else into a puddle and eat them. A little part of you will be the cum I pump into their bodies.

Markus tried to speak, though he had nothing to say. Some part of his body didn’t respond. The lemur noticed with an odd sense of detachment that he didn’t feel much pain all of a sudden. Couldn’t feel much of anything actually.

Perun straightened slightly, shifting his legs. His yellow eyes narrowed when the movement didn’t provoke a response in his prey. With the tip of his dick brushing the lemur’s liver, every movement should have brought a response. The werewolf tilted his neck around to look down at the primate’s ass. “Think I got your spine with my knot. That’s a new one.” He brought his face back around to look at Markus. “Well you’ve got maybe a minute before you pass out from not breathing, and there’s a few more bits I want you to see, even if you don’t feel it.

The blacksmith released his grip on the lemur with his paws. He watched in satisfaction as the primate swayed and bobbed, kept mostly upright on his cock. He enjoyed the pleasant weight on his dick for another moment before he grabbed the lemur’s intact arm and ripped it off in one motion, using his paw to brace Markus. Leaning his head and neck back while the lemur stayed impaled on his erect dick, Perun lowered the arm shoulder first into his jaws, gripping it by the little digit on the paw. Bit by bit the werewolf crunched through the flesh and bones until he dropped the last piece in to swallow whole.

Licking his lips, Perun looked down at his prey to see the light fading from his eyes. “Guess that’s all I get out of you, meat,” he growled. Pulling him in close with a paw on his back, the werewolf leaned down with his maw wide, engulfing the lemur’s head in one go. Markus’ last sight of the world was the lupine’s pink tongue swiping over his face.

Perun bit down hard, taking the head off cleanly at the neck. His tongue swirled across his muzzle as deliciously warm blood fountained up across his face. The werewolf didn’t waste much time savoring this bit, and instead tensed his neck before gulping loudly. He ran a paw down his throat to follow the bulge of the lemur’s skull as it slipped into his stomach.

With his prey dead and his balls empty, Perun wasted no more time. He bit down on the lemur’s headless torso, mindful of the length of his own dick, and tore off a huge chunk of meat. Bones cracked beneath his teeth, and his own cum drizzled out of the gashes in the primate’s flesh. Reaching down, Perun grabbed the dead official’s other leg and bent it up sharply, his other paw holding his cock steady so he didn’t twist it. The werewolf tore off the leg with ease, shoveling it into his slavering jaws and barely bothering to chew it before gulping it down.

Finally, careful of his sharp claws, the werewolf grabbed either side of the misshapen lump of meat still wrapped around his dick, and with a twisting motion, simply ripped it in half. The naked werewolf, cock still dripping cum, shoveled both chunks of lemur into his muzzle, his jaws working over and over until he swallowed, and there was nothing but fur and blood left of Markus.

Perun burped, a noticeable bulge in his belly visible from the outside. One paw idly stroked his cock, sliding blood and werewolf jizz off his member. He looked to the dragon who sat, almost forgotten, towards the cavern entrance. “Do I get the job?”

Felix’s eyes glittered in the guttering light of the torch that still burned on the floor. The dragon slowly uncoiled himself, standing tall, at least four feet taller than the werewolf’s head at the shoulder. “Eating anthros isn’t your job, blacksmith. It’s your reward. Your job is servicing me, and now that I’ve paid you a little good faith investment, we can proceed to the interview.”

Felix stepped forward, and the werewolf’s nocturnal eyes picked out the heavy, dark green shaft that swung ponderously beneath the dragon with a set of balls to match. “Turn around and bend over that rock there,” Felix ordered. Perun hesitated, and Felix growled loudly, a curl of fire escaping his muzzle. “Whatever you did to that lemur, werewolf, I can do to you. And if you can’t die, I’ll do it forever, until I bore of your screams as I tear you in half to pull you off my knot.”

Perun went. Though the dragon’s threat’s weren’t ineffective, the werwolf was cursed with an unnatural hunger. The witch who’d cursed him had doubtless intended his good nature to war with the werewolf forever, dooming him to a half life as he fought his urges and hated whenever he gave in. Perun had been weaker than that. He’d let those urges rule him completely, reveled in the satisfaction when he sated his hungers. The last pang of regret he’d ever felt had been washed away when he licked the blood of his kin from his muzzle.

Now the werewolf curse had given him a new hunger. He’d dominated and eaten his fill, but he’d never been dominated. Never been used by a creature that could swallow him down like he’d done to so many others. So as Perun bent over the rock Felix had pointed out, the blacksmith gave in once more to the curse of the werewolf.

Emerald eye’s glittered appreciatively as his newest fucktoy hiked up his black tail to expose his asshole. “Well done, meat,” he growled. The dragon stepped over his newest citizen. “This is what I require of you. Do it well and do it eagerly, and I’ll make sure you never want for anything but my cock again.” The great wyrm bent his head down and looked underneath him as he walked closer, bringing his cock to rest on the werewolf’s back. Felix’s tip drooled precum over the black furred lupine, but his sharp nose scented fresh arousal from the animal beneath him too.

Feliz pushed his hips forward. Perun was a large animal, comparable in some measurements to a gryphon, though he lacked their bulk. With his thrust, Felix laid his knot on the werewolf’s ass, and his tip reached almost halfway up the lupine’s back. “Let’s hope you really can’t be harmed without silver, meat. I’ll be fucking your dinner if your ass isn’t made of some good steel.”

Perun let out a quiet moan at the dragon’s dirty talk. “Don’t be shy,” Felix commanded. “If you want my cock, howl it to the moon. It’s been decades since I had a partner I didn’t have to pin down to fuck.”

“I want your dick in me, dragon,” Perun panted. His own shaft had barely softened, but it was rock hard and throbbing again now. “I need it. The hunger in me…” the blacksmith trailed off.

Felix chuckled as he drew his hips back to line his tip up with the wolf’s asshole. “Cursed indeed. Perhaps I may need to search for the witch or wizard who did this to you. I could do with a legion of horny werewolves to police my kingdom and empty my balls.” Felix pushed in without another warning. Perun was ready. The werewolf’s muscles flexed as the lycanthrope held himself steady on the rock. His untrained ass made up for experience in sheer desire.

A grunt of surprise came from Felix’s muzzle as he sank into the werewolf. The last time sex had been this easy was when he’d caught a rival dragon younger than him in his territory. That dragon had been half again Perun’s size to make entry easier, but Felix had to fight for every inch with the other wyrm’s thrashing. The emerald dragon grunted again as the blacksmith shoved backwards to seat his knot against his furry ass without the dragon’s help.

Felix looked down under his belly again. “Please me like this, meat, I’ll dangle your meals from my own claws.” Perun just growled, the lupine face transported in mixed pain and pleasure. The dragon’s gleaming eyes couldn’t quite tell the difference in the werewolf’s stuffed belly. It was remarkable the beast could even breathe, with half his torso taken up by his dragonhood. But the idea that his dick didn’t make much of a difference in the werewolf compared to some stunted lemur lit a fire in the dragon.

Felix drew back his hips and thrust forward again without waiting for a response from below. He got a pained bark anyway, and his scaled lips peeled back in a fanged grin. The dragon could appreciate a willing partner, but his sadistic side would have its way with anyone he mounted. Felix thrust again, and again, settling into a solid rhythm of fucking. He felt his precum lubricating that tight and willing werewolf asshole as Perun clenched spasmodically. Felix doubted it was any attempt to pleasure him. The blacksmith was simply spasming as his body was invaded by a shaft as thick as his muscular arm.

No complaint came from Perun. The dragon wouldn’t have stopped if it was killing the werewolf, so an admission of pain hardly mattered anyways. Indeed, though his eyes burned with involuntary tears, the werewolf snarled in passion, not anger. His thick muscles trembled and shook, but after a few minutes, the cursed human began to rock backwards against the thrusts of the massive beast above him.

The scaled balls slamming into the werewolf weighed more than Markus had. Perun’s unnatural strength was greater than his size would suggest, but he only barely held himself steady on the rock he laid on as he was mounted. His own cock was pressed into the boulder, drooling and forgotten for the time being.

Claws dug into the rock, grinding and sending up flakes of stone. Both beasts panted and grunted as the rut continued. Felix’s hips drew up closer as he shuffled his hind legs forward. His body curled in slightly as he dug his foreclaws back into the rocky floor. The dragon’s neck formed an S as he lifted his head up while he hunched again for more power in his thrusts.

No such agency was given to Perun. The werewolf’s legs barely held his weight upright now. His digitigrade form was superb for thrusting into his own toys, but pushing against the battering ram of the dragon’s maleness slamming into him was difficult. His torso was nearly level, driven straight by the pressure of Felix’s cock jamming halfway up his body. His arms wrapped around the boulder, claws leaving white scratches.

The dragon’s massive claw reached down and clamped onto Perun’s torso, pinning him to the rock. Felix’s thrust changed tempo, and he stopped drawing out his entire penis with each thrust, instead making short pokes and grinding his knot in hard. The werewolf was no stranger to knotting, and he tried to welcome that enormous bulb of flesh in. Felix stopped thrusting and instead simply flexed his muscles, shoving forward without cease. And with a wet schlorp the werewolf’s body finally took him all.

The werewolf’s howl of climax was drowned out in the dragon’s roar. Somehow the werewolf was in one piece still, and Felix felt that heated body spasming and clenching on his knot, squeezing and massaging the length of his dragonhood that speared the canine. Perun’s whole body lifted from the rock as that spire of flesh flexed inside him. Both of them felt it as the dragon emptied his nuts into the werewolf’s body, hot floods of cum gushing through his innards.

The dragon was panting as he looked down at the werewolf’s tearstained muzzle. The werewolf was trying to pant, but they came out as muffled gasps, as the dragon’s dick still pulsed inside him. Felix was pleased to see the werewolf’s belly looked doubled in size.

“You hardly need prey with me to feed you my cum, werewolf,” Felix growled. The draogn looked further down at the distended hips spread out above his balls. “How did you fit me? How are you breathing?”

“Cursed…” the creature gasped.

Felix snorted. “Blessed, is what I’d call it. From now on, you’re mine. I haven’t had a fuck this good in decades. You empty my nuts whenever and wherever I require it.”

“Yes my lord.”

“Good boy,” the dragon rumbled. He reached down and gripped the werewolf around the torso again. Perun glanced down and then back up at the dragon.

“Please my lord don’t-”

The dragon pulled hard. The stimulation made his dick jump inside the wolf, and the cursed human tried to scream as he was ripped off the reptile’s knot. A flood of dragon cum poured out of his hole, which stretched wide as Felix held the hapless creature up to look. Even as he watched, that hole began to shrink - unnaturally fast, in the dragon’s estimation.

“It seems you do heal from injuries. One day I’ll test if you can survive my stomach. I could get off for hours if I ate you, then had you rip apart your prey in my belly.”

Gasping, bloated with lemur and dragon seed, the werewolf’s eyes still glittered at the mention of such debauchery. He grunted as the dragon dropped him to the floor.

“Clean yourself up. We’ll return to the town tomorrow and inform them that the monster is gone. Make your way north to the capitol, and I will instruct that you be received by the guards. If you arrived on my back, all would know your importance.”

The werewolf rolled onto his back and lay there, still panting. “That’s… a five day… walk. I’ll need…”

“You have my permission for one more hunt before you reach the capitol. Make it inconspicuous. And if you meet the ram Egbert returning home, leave him untouched. He spreads the word of my benevolence to the people.”

Perun groaned in disappointment. “He was next after Robert. Delicious mutton…”

“Untouched.”

“My lord. What happens the rest of tonight?”

He should’ve known already, but the glint in the dragon’s eye, and the dark green shaft that hadn’t quite gone down, told him everything else he needed to know.