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Zeke had been lying down staring at the ceiling for a while now. The gray wolf shifted in the pile of hay over stone that was his bed in the slave quarters. For the hundredth time, his hand ventured under his pillow to feel the outline of the small flask containing the potion he had gone through so much trouble to get. It has already been over a week and, with Jared's, the big slave dog next door, new orders to keep the new, suspicious dog slave under his watch all the time, Zeke hadn't been able to find a single opportunity to give him the potion and see once and for all if there was any sort of truth to his story of the slave actually being a transformed prince.

The wolf smiled. That grew more ridiculous every time he said it in his head. Yet, at the same time, Jared had been relieved from all of his duties just to make sure the slave was always with him. In all of his many years of service for this castle, not once had Zeke seen something like that happen. He mentioned it to other slaves, but the general appearance of things was that that enslaved dog must have done something really bad to receive such a big punishment. Nobody could think about it in a more... 'conspiratorial' way. Well, then again, Zeke hadn't dared tell anyone else about that transformed prince thing to back up his theory. Who the hell would believe that? Sometimes he doubted his own sanity as well. Maybe he was starting to get old, he thought.

It was still very early in the morning, but lucky for him, Zeke didn't have any early duties that day. After spending most of the night helping set up the big reception the royalty threw to those dragons everyone was talking about, he managed to sneak back to his quarters and get some good sleep, but waking up at sunrise was a habit that was far too ingrained in him by now to forsake, even when he could 'sleep in'. His vulpine roommate, on the other hand, had gone off to pleasure some royal somewhere after the party, which left him all alone. His thoughts went back to the small 'prince' slave again. From the little he had seen of him this past few days when trying to approach him, Jared was giving him hell for what he'd done to the big dog. It was a pretty petty vengeance, really. By now, it was probably already past vengeance, going down to sheer pleasure. Jared had been living like a king. Without having to work and having a personal servant to forcefully tend to his every need was the closest Jared would ever get to nobility indeed, but it hurt Zeke that he couldn't help the slave. The slave should have known better than to throw Jared to a bunch of horny guards the first time they met, sure, but still...

The sound of steps outside made Zeke's ears perk up by instinct. He heard the steps getting closer and evolving into a knock on his door. On HIS door. The wolf sat up, a perplexed look on his face. Who would come to knock on a slave's door this early in the morning? Zeke straightened his fur a little in case it was the slave master, but not even the big bull usually came to give out orders this early. At least not personally.

Opening the door revealed a strange looking coyote. He was slightly shorter than Zeke himself, for he was not a wolf, after all, but he was dressed in regular, slightly formal clothes. The moment he opened the door, Zeke saw the coyote's eyes focusing at him for a moment, then moving to look behind him as if looking for something else for a second. From his clothes alone Zeke could tell that this coyote was definitely not a slave, but not a noble either. A regular worker, but one of those that worked close to nobility. He would have guessed something revolving documentation like a scribe, organizer or attendant, perhaps. Zeke was smart enough to bow towards him regardless.

"Can I help you, sir?" Zeke asked, keeping his head and ears low after the bow like a slave should, even if he couldn't manage to keep himself below the coyote without actually bending over. The coyote's eyes went back and forth through his quarters one more time before focusing on him for an answer.

"I suppose so. You are... a pleasure slave, I assume?" The coyote spoke with his eyes going down to the single piece of clothing Zeke was wearing: his loincloth. It made what he was pretty obvious.

"Yes, sir, I am. You come looking for some pleasure, then?" Zeke retorted, a dutiful smile opening in his muzzle, but with an internal sigh inside his head.

"Oh..! No! No no, that's not it," the coyote hurried to say, a small blush coming to his muzzle. Apparently he hadn't been aware of what he implied. Cute. The wolf relaxed a little.

"I see. Might I ask what brings you to my modest quarters then, sir?" Zeke continued with all the usual politeness and submissiveness a proper slave should have. The coyote hesitated.

"Well... do you live alone here? I see three beds inside."

"No, sir. One of the beds is vacant, but my other roommate, a fox, was out working last night, if you know what I mean."

That made the coyote scratch his head. He went quiet for a few moments, lowering his eyes in thought before speaking again.

"I see. I'm here on behalf of third prince Regnar. The prince has received a note in what I assume was some sort of prank, but it must be verified," the coyote said, his voice carrying a certain authority this time. His paw went into his pocket to bring up a piece of torn paper. "It says that the castle is in danger and that he was to come to the slave quarters in the last hallway after the hound kennels. Fourth door. This is it, right?" The coyote continued, assuming Zeke couldn't read. The piece of paper also had the words "Raenn isn't real" written and crossed out above it. Zeke's eyes widened a little.

The wolf just stared at the paper for a few seconds. How would that small dog slave manage to get a message to third prince Regnar? With Jared on his tail all the time... no, it must have happened before that. Zeke lifted his eyes to see the coyote looking at him with an eyebrow lifted, certainly noticing his reaction. Zeke just gave him a small smile. He didn't know who this coyote was or what he knew, but he was going to find out.

"Would you mind coming in? I think we have a few things to talk about," the wolf said, stepping aside and motioning for the smaller male to come inside. The coyote hesitated, eyes filled with suspicion, but he stepped in anyways.

They talked for a long time. At first, the coyote was clearly careful around the wolf as much as Zeke was towards him, trying to measure each other's interests in the matter. The time finally came when Zeke thought 'screw it' and decided to tell the coyote, whose name was apparently Anken, the whole story about the dog slave who was supposed to be a prince. Worst thing that would happen would be him coming out as crazy anyways. He could see disbelief and mockery at the coyote's eyes at first, but as he got into details about how the dog acted, about how the slave master acted towards him and some of his own suspicions, the coyote seemed to be actually thinking about the whole thing. Most of all, it felt extremely good to share all of that with someone else, even if it wasn't likely to result in anything. Not having to keep it all to himself made the burden of all that worrying lighten up considerably. He did leave out the part about him stealing a potion from prince Rowell. That part could get him in trouble.

By the end of the story, the coyote was looking down, paw scratching his chin lost in thought. It took him a little while to look up once more.

"So, this dog who's supposed to be fifth prince Raenn transformed is with another slave just next door? Can't we just go see him and ask him about it?"

"No. Jared is too scared of whatever punishment the slave master promised him if he let the dog out of his sight. Either that, or he's just enjoying it too much," Zeke responded, shaking his head. "You're not a slave. He might listen to you, but it's unlikely. If you were a noble, sure, but... I mean, no offense, but I don't think you can overrule the slave master in this matter."

The coyote didn't seem to mind, simply nodding in response. It took a few more seconds of thinking before he talked again.

"I'm very skeptical about all this, as you said you were, too. I don't know a thing about magic, either. If someone wanted to get rid of prince Raenn and managed to switch places with him, why keep him around, then? Why not just... kill him?"

"I thought about it, too. The slave master comes to pick him up for something every two days. Doubt it's for working, since he obviously has almost no training, so maybe they need him for something?"

"Hmm. I see," the coyote responded, thoughtfully. He took another moment to consider things.

"I'd say that the odds that all of that is true are somewhat low, but on the off-chance it is true, we'd be dealing with a very, very big problem. I don't think we should take any chances," he finally said. The coyote seemed stout about his decision, which made Zeke more confident about it, too. "I have a few... connections with third prince Regnar. I'll see if I can bring him here to get this slave, just to be sure. Plus, he might be able to recognize his brother if that were to be true."

Zeke nodded. So far, he hadn't had the courage to come out entirely to Rowell, but with Anken's certainty and collaboration, it seemed like a pretty good idea. Prince Rowell, the magic authority of the castle, would probably already be in his laboratory by now. The wolf and coyote agreed on everything, then as soon as the coyote went out to see prince Regnar, Zeke threw his simple clothes over his loincloth and set out for the castle's library to see prince Rowell.

Zeke had always loved how the wolf castle was like early in the morning. Everything was quiet through the hallways. The only people he saw on his way to the castle's library were a few slaves going around their early duties and, of course, patrolling guards standing around. All the workers, nobles and royals who usually made most of the noise were still sleeping comfortably in their beds. Lucky for him that he knew prince Rowell was an early riser, probably due to the academy he spent most of his life studying at, but in case the prince happened to not be in his laboratory yet, Zeke would just wait.

Even the big library was completely empty as the wolf crossed it, finally reaching Rowell's laboratory door to knock heavily on it. His ears perked up as he waited, and... there it was. Steps. Rowell was up. Zeke smiled a little, though he found himself nervous about everything he was about to tell the prince. He didn't even know if all of that was real, but he'd been with it in his head for so long that it was certainly already started to feel real. Maybe he WAS slightly more obsessed than he should over that matter. Well, for better or for worse it would end soon.

The door opened. Fourth prince Rowell looked exactly the same as he always did. Big, long robes over his lean body and slightly shorter than Zeke himself. The prince looked at Zeke with a confused expression that didn't fade away.

"Sheesh, it's really early. I wasn't expecting company right now. Something wrong?"

Zeke's smile widened. The biggest part of royalty would scold a slave for interrupting or whatever, but not Rowell. Zeke bowed towards the prince, as always.

"My lord, I'm sorry to bother you, but I have some information that I believe you need to know about," Zeke said, looking at the prince nervous about his reaction. Rowell had already been suspicious something was going the last time they'd met a week ago no matter how hard Zeke worked to try and conceal that, so he expected the prince to be curious about what it was. Rowell had always been smart, after all.

"Hmm. Sure, come in. I have some time. Potions are brewing anyways," the prince responded, stepping aside and giving way for Zeke to step in.

Rowell went back to his potions like he always did, which were indeed a bunch of different colored liquids boiling over fire which purposes Zeke had absolutely no idea about. Prince Rowell tapped on one vial with his claw, then grabbed a pen to take some notes. Zeke stood by the other end of the table, patiently waiting.

"Alright. What's this matter that you had to tell me about so early in the morning?" The prince finally asked, though not taking his eyes out of his work. Zeke's ears folded back a little. He wasn't sure how to even start it.

"Well, you see, your majesty, I... A few weeks ago the slave master brought in this new, inexperienced slave. A dog. A very regular dog. That's pretty normal, of course. Thing is, that dog was... well, he said he is kinda... special." Zeke was stammering. How the heck would he tell the punchline in his small story without it sounding completely absurd? Rowell was still taking some notes and looking at the potions, not really paying full attention. If it wasn't for his perked up ears Zeke would guess he wasn't even listening.

"Special how?" Rowell asked, though in a completely mechanical tone.

"Well... The dog said he is actually fifth prince Raenn transformed by magic." The moment Zeke mentioned Raenn he could see Rowell's eyes going from his notes towards him. Rowell raised an eyebrow, obviously very skeptical.

"Yes, yes, I know it's absurd. We all thought it too, but then a few strange things started happening. I've been a slave in this castle for over fifteen years and I've never seen a slave like him before. It's like he IS a noble. Then the slave master put him under another slave's care, which is also something that never happened before. This morning some coyote came to me saying the slave had left a message to prince Regnar about it, so I finally thought that maybe... maybe it could be true. Maybe I should come to you and see if you can check it, my lord. He said his body was switched out with a fake prince Raenn through magic."

Zeke spoke fast. He had to explain the whole thing before Rowell dismissed him away. Rowell's interest in the small story grew second by second as he told it and, by the end of it, the prince had dropped his notes down on the table, looking at him with a serious expression. The prince brought a hand up to his chin, apparently considering it. That was good. Zeke's tail wagged slowly behind him as he held his breath waiting for the prince's answer.

"Hmmm... I see. That seems quite incredulous, yet not entirely impossible. Who is this coyote friend of yours that you said visited you this morning?"

Yes! Rowell was believing it. Zeke felt a small wave of relief wash over him.

"I'm not entirely sure, my lord. He works at the castle, but isn't a noble. Apparently he works with third prince Regnar directly, which is why he was sent to check on the message the prince received. He is going to talk to lord Regnar about this as well," Zeke asked dutifully. Rowell nodded slowly in response.

"I see. And where is this slave that would be Raenn now? Have you done something to help him?"

"He's under a slave that lives right next door to me, my lord. I didn't help him, no, because I couldn't."

Rowell nodded again. The prince sighed. "Very well. If Regnar is going to look into it, I might as well take a look, too. If what you're saying is true we'd have a very big problem. You understand the weight of the accusations you're making?"

"Yes, my lord, I do," Zeke responded with another bow. Zeke found himself nervous about whether the story was going to be true or not, though for some reason, not as nervous as he was about Rowell believing it. It seemed he was much more certain it was all true than he thought, no matter how foolish that sounded.

"Well, I have a small thing to deliver first, if you don't mind accompanying me, then we'll see to your matter." Rowell turned off the fire under his potions and put his notes away. The wolf prince picked up one small vial, straightened his robes and smiled, signaling towards the door. Both him and Zeke went out, with Zeke holding the door for Rowell with another small bow and a 'thank you' and the prince chuckling at the display.

They walked past the library in silence, Rowell in the front and Zeke following behind him like a slave should. Small pleasantries that he knew Rowell usually didn't care much for, but that he was used to following.

Rowell led them to the royal quarters first and up they went set after set of stairs in the main building where all the good rooms were. There, even the hallways looked much prettier. At first, Zeke thought Rowell was going for his own room, but he didn't ask anything. They went past the rooms of every prince and still went up, until finally they arrived at one of the top hallways that had nothing but royal guest rooms. That's where Rowell finally stopped, close to the first door.

"It'll only be a moment, alright? You can wait here," Rowell said with a smile, knocking on the door. Zeke nodded in agreement and stepped back, watching curiously. The only guests of this level staying in the castle were the dragon lords, of course. They were asking for potions? Weird, but who knew what that potion Rowell was holding did anyways. The wolf leaned against the wall. He didn't have to wait much for the door to open. Zeke couldn't see who answered and whoever did seemed to be expecting Rowell, for they let him right in and closed the door behind him.

Minutes went by and Zeke was starting to think there was a little more than a deliver going on in there, but who was he to question royalty? Rowell could take as long as he needed. Zeke's ears, however, perked up suddenly. His head turned around towards the hallway's corner in reflex to a sound and he had time to see a small head going back behind the corner quickly. The wolf lifted an eyebrow. He gave the door another glance, but there was no sign of Rowell yet, so he decided to, slowly and silently, step towards the corner.

Zeke didn't even need to see to realize who it was. A few silent sniffs and he recognized the smell. The wolf smiled, standing right at the corner... and then stepping out of it in a small stomp. Sure enough, Ren, the small cat slave that he'd met with prince Rowell the last time, let out a scared mewl and stumbled backwards, bringing small laughs from Zeke. When Ren recognized him too, he seemed embarrassed, but he kept his distance anyways.

"Hey there, Ren. What're you doing hiding around corners?" Zeke asked in a friendly tone. He knew the cat was far too shy for his own good. Ren's eyes looked watery and the margay was still looking down. "Did I scare you too much? I was only joking, you know."

Ren shook his head. The cat's eyes glanced up at Zeke, then went right back to the floor. It took him a few seconds to speak up. "N..no.. that's not it..." he said. He looked as if he was about to cry indeed.

"What's wrong, little guy? You can tell me. I can help. Why were you being all sneaky following prince Rowell and I instead of talking to us?"

That seemed to bother Ren even more. The small cat went past Zeke to spy around the corner again and look at the door Rowell had gone into and still hadn't come back from. When he didn't see anything, he moved in to hug Zeke. Ren pressed himself tight against the wolf, even if he only went as far as his chest. Zeke was surprised by the act, ears folding back with a small smile.

"Whoa, hey there. Come on, just tell me what's wrong and I'm sure we can figure out a way to fix it," Zeke said, trying to sound soothing. He placed his hands over Ren's shoulder, gently pulling him away to look into his eyes. A few tears had escaped the feline's eyes.

"I.. I... I saw everything. My room is right next to lord Rowell's room, but... but he let me sleep with him sometimes when I'm scared. Last night... last night he went to th.. that party..." Ren let out a few sobs then. Zeke's ears lowered themselves yet a bit further in pity, but he brought a claw up to clear the cat's tears from his eyes.

"Be strong, little guy. Just tell me. You mean the dragon lords' reception, right? He's a prince, of course he had to attend."

Ren shook his head again. "A.. after the party, I h.. heard lord Rowell come back. It was very late. I was going to go to his room, but when I stepped out, his brother.. Err... the white one, Raenn? H.. he was knocking on lord Rowell's door w.. with guards and the big bull slave master.. Lord Rowell let them in and.. And I heard a lot of sounds, I dunno.. They stayed a long long while and.. I didn't see when they came out, j.. Just heard it. Then in the morning I went to talk to lord Rowell and.. And.. and I.. and.."

The cat broke into more sobbing. Zeke was listening with attention, very concerned now. "And what, Ren?"

It took the cat a few seconds to recover again. "And he.. He didn't know.. I mean.. He didn't know who I was and.. he.. was different. That's not lord prince Rowell. He looks like him, but he's not lord prince Rowell. They did something to him! My master if far away and I didn't know what to do, who to tell!"

Ren hugged him tight again and Zeke put a hand over his head, petting him. The wolf didn't say anything. His mind was racing. Rowell seemed alright that morning, though now that Ren mentioned it, he did seem a little bit different. He hadn't referred to him by his name not even once, which he usually did, and if all of that were true, then...

The guest room's door finally opened again. Ren let out another scared mewl and pressed himself even harder against Zeke. The wolf looked at it with urgency. Maybe he could hide? But no, Rowell had already stepped outside and was looking at him. Damn. If only he'd stayed further along the corner. The wolf prince smiled, though he gave Ren a questioning look. From behind him, two wolf guards in armor and everything stepped out as well.

Zeke pushed Ren away, who was looking at Rowell with fear in his eyes. "Ren, look at me," he said in a whisper. The cat looked up, eyes still tearing up. He looked scared. "There's a coyote. His name is Anken. He works at the castle somewhere. You can trust him. Find him and tell him everything you told me, understand? He'll help you," Zeke said in a rushed whisper. Rowell was coming towards them. Ren glanced at them one more time, then his eyes met Zeke's and he nodded. "Go, run," Zeke said, pushing the cat away and towards the other side. Ren didn't waste any time, sprinting down the hallway and down the stairs.

"What was that?" Rowell asked, coming up to him and looking at the direction Ren had run to. Zeke couldn't bring himself to smile.

"Just a slave, my lord. He was asking me for directions," Zeke answered, carefully.

Rowell lifted an eyebrow. He seemed to consider it for a moment, then he gave one of the guards a small nod and the wolf, without saying anything, went down the stairs after Ren in rushed steps. Zeke's ears folded back a little.

"Well, alright then. There's a little something I'd like to show you, if you have time. Something our honorable guests have brought to us. I promise it'll only take a minute, then we can do your thing. I'm sure you'll like it," Rowell said, smiling again. The worst part was that that smile really did seem genuine, but maybe it was just the fact that Zeke was too used to seeing it in Rowell's features. The prince signaled towards the door that was still open. The wolf guard that remained was staring directly at him with a firm grip on the spear he held. Zeke forced a small smile as well, left with no choice.

"Of course, my lord," he answered dutifully, then followed the prince into the guest room.

While Zeke was a pleasure slave that had served a prince, usually he was hardly good enough to be high royalty pleasure material, so he had never been to one of the royal guest rooms before. It was a two room piece with the first being a small loft with a small, round table and a few chairs around it, a big sofa and lots of other fancy-looking, seemingly comfortable cushioned chairs along with very decorative furniture. The first room itself was already pretty wide and it connected to a second room through a door frame that had no door. From the entrance, Zeke could already see the corner of what must be a very big bed in there and an equally large room.

The room was impressive, but Zeke was more worried about who was in the room rather than how it looked. The armored wolf guard that had stood with Rowell on the outside stepped in front of the door behind them as soon as they both went into the room, closing it without saying a word. Zeke knew that trying to run away wouldn't work. He found himself rather nervous about being there, but he did his best to keep his cool.

"Just a second," Rowell said, giving him another small smile and heading towards the other room. Zeke stepped closer to it, trying to get a better look of who and what was in there. He could see the bed he saw earlier was indeed very big. As big as those the princes had in their rooms, or at least Rowell as far as he knew.

Before Zeke could scout any further, Rowell returned and, right behind him, came a dragon. The dragon's scales were purely black, reflecting the shimmering light of the burning fire on the small lamps over the walls in a rather beautiful manner. He was quite short for a dragon, too, with his height being very close to Rowell at his side. The dragon wore long robes somewhat similar to prince Rowell's, but while the prince seemed to prefer simplicity, the dragon obviously enjoyed grandeur. The robes were dark purple and made of some fabric that glistened in the lights just as much as his clean scales did. It did not have a hood, but it fit his body very well with a thin golden cord tied around his waist to keep them snug. Zeke was not a fool, so despite everything, he still made a deep bow towards the dragon.

"This is the slave I was telling you about, master Servhet," Rowell said with the voice Zeke knew so well. The dragon's eyes stayed over him, meeting his. Zeke knew when he was being studied.

"A pleasure slave? And not a young one, too, but still good looking," the dragon said. His voice was rough and deep, very different from that of a wolf. Zeke had seen dragons before in his life, but never from so close and certainly never this high in nobility. The dragon, whose name apparently was Servhet, stepped closer to him. "You did well. I did tell Slyvre it would be wise to switch earlier and take the foolish, slave-loving prince as well, that way we can freely work our magic in the castle without being watched. I'm eager to see his smug look shattered when I'm proven right with this."

Zeke just observed. The fake prince Rowell nodded in agreement, but kept his head low. He was clearly way beneath this dragon. They talked as if he wasn't even in the room. Zeke wasn't sure if he should act surprised or something, but he decided against it. What was the point? Whatever they wanted to do to him now, they would. His heart was beating fast, his ears slightly folded over themselves, but what bothered him the most was concern for the real prince. He forced himself to meet the dragon's judgemental eyes before he spoke.

"Where is prince Rowell?" he asked bluntly. That seemed to surprise the dragon for a moment, as if he didn't even expect him to have a voice, but that only lasted a few quick seconds before that surprise turned to obvious amusement in his smiling muzzle.

"Worry not, the little prince is safe. We have a lot of fun proving that his pathetic little wolf magic is nothing when compared to a real dragon's. Oh, yes. A lot of fun in many ways." The dragon spoke with a chuckle. It made Zeke let out a light growl.

Servhet reached for the long sleeves of his robe and pulled out a piece of rope. By the way he disentangled it, it looked like it was wrapped around his arm. He kept going until it was free, revealing a mildly long piece of regular rope he held in front of him.

"This will be simple. I understand you are on to our little ruse regarding prince Raenn, correct? You will tell me everything you know, how you know and who else knows about it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Zeke responded bluntly, looking away with a frown. The dragon just smiled. His eyes went past Zeke to something behind him with a nod, and looking over his shoulder Zeke could see the wolf guard coming his way. He growled softly towards the dragon again, but he was surprised to see the rope the dragon was holding before was now actually floating just above his extended hands. It twisted in the air in light movements, like a snake that could fly.

"I thought you might say that. In fact, I was hoping you would. While my partner does all that dull court work with the rest of that band of mutts, I was already starting to get bored. I very much enjoy 'working' with wolves, though."

Before Zeke could answer, the wolf guard was upon him. He took hold of both his arms in a trained movement and pulled them behind his back, holding him. Zeke growled again and struggled, twisting and trying to move away. The flying piece of rope, however, was quick to advance upon him. The thing passed over his shoulder, snaked around his arm a few times and reached his wrists which the guard held together behind his back. The rope then twisted itself around them, working between both to tie itself and bind his wrist faster than any person ever could. Looking over his shoulder, Zeke could see the rope twisting into the final pieces of a tight knot and pulling itself tight, stopping to move as soon as his wrists were tightly secured together behind his back. The wolf guard kept a silent hand over his shoulder to prevent him from jerking forward, but no matter how much he struggled, he realized he wasn't getting his hands out without someone untying them.

"There we go. That's much better. Now, I will give you a chance. Will you tell me everything you know willingly or do I have to take it out from you?" The dragon spoke with a superior smirk. "Let it never be said that lord Servhet Khander, third hand of the dragon council, isn't merciful."

Zeke's eyes locked up with the dragon lord's. He was resolute in not telling him about the coyote. After spending the last several days wondering if all of this was real or not, knowing it was meant everything he feared was also true. He had no intention of helping with any of it.

"Very well, I see you prefer the hard way. It's fine, really. I have plenty of time," the dragon said with his smirk not wavering, which worried Zeke. "Hold him for a moment," he instructed right afterwards. Zeke felt the wolf guard's hand tightening over his shoulder. "You can go. I'm sure you have many duties to attend to," the dragon said, waving a hand towards the fake prince Rowell dismissively, who in turn bowed and left without another word. The dragon then retreated back to the adjoining room. Zeke took the opportunity to glance back at the silent, armored guard.

"How can you help these dragons and betray your own people? Do you have any idea what they're planning to do?" Zeke whispered to the other wolf, who only then looked at him. He said nothing, but gave Zeke's unprotected side a small punch, hard enough to make him grunt. By the time Zeke recovered, the guard wasn't paying any attention to him anymore, just holding him. He doubted he would be able to get through to this wolf.

Finally, the dragon returned. Zeke's eyes immediately fell over his hands. In one of them, he held a flask with a light green liquid inside. Even Zeke could recognize herb essence, since small pieces of leaves still floated above the water. In the other, however, the dragon held what seemed to be a... pleasure toy. It was pure black and made of hard rubber, much like the usual, good quality ones usually were and clearly shaped like a cock. Canine, specifically, with a knot and everything. The toy was considerably big, but Zeke, being a pleasure slave, had seen bigger. Around the toy, two wide rings were placed, too, but it seemed to be out of convenience alone, since they hung quite loosely on it. One of it was made of silver, while the other had a simpler appearance, completely black. It did make it quite clear that that's what the body part the rings were made to fit into, though. Calmly, the dragon set both items over a nearby, small table, then picked up the flask first, swirling it a little bit to mix the contents.

"You will soon find out that I have rather unique methods to make others talk. They always say one should take pleasure in their work, so I figured, why not? After a lot of experimenting I came up with several rather efficient ways of breaking someone. In fact, you will be happy to know that much of that experience revolved around canines, so you can be reassured that I will be able to handle every single part of your anatomy rather well." The dragon kept speaking idly and, as if to cement those last few words, he idly stroked the knot of the canine-shaped toy set over the table with one of his hands. The dragon's claws trailed the length at first, then focused on the big bulb, caressing it, pressing lightly against it in what Zeke knew from experience would feel wonderfully arousing against one's sensitive knot. The sight would be very erotic, but since he was a prisoner hanging on the threat of torture, he wasn't quite in the mood for it at the moment.

It didn't last long, however. The dragon came closer and brought the small flask with him, once again standing right in front of him. His expression still held much amusement, which worried Zeke. All he could do was turn his muzzle away, ears folding back a little.

"I understand you are a pleasure slave, yes? That's good. It will be interesting to see how my methods work against someone like you," he said in a tone that really did imply curiosity. Servhet's eyes turned to the wolf guard and then the dragon gave him a quick nod. "Open his muzzle, please."

Hearing that, Zeke immediately made an effort to keep it closed, but the wolf guard's paws came upon it. He shook his head, but one of the wolf's paws gripped his muzzle with remarkable strength, claws sinking over his fur, hurting him and threatening real damage. It made Zeke grunt and with that, the wolf took the opportunity to grab his lower jaw and pry his muzzle open. The wolf's other hand came to help and, while Zeke made an effort to shake him off and bite, he missed the dragon bringing up the flask to dump a single sip of its contents over his tongue. Zeke felt the distilled herbs' strong taste over it, which made him cough. With the dragon retreating, the wolf let go of his muzzle, allowing him to close it and cough some more. Zeke was smart enough to spit on the floor, several times, but he knew he had swallowed some of whatever it was. It actually tasted somewhat familiar, but Zeke couldn't quite tell why.

"Very good. That's the first step. Now, bring him over here," the dragon said still quite calm. He headed back to the table to set the flask over it and, once again, pick up the canine toy. The curious rings were left on the table.The wolf guard shoved Zeke towards the table as well, allowing him to take a closer look.

"What's that flask? What are you going to do?" Zeke asked, though trying to keep his voice stern to hide his anxiety about it. The dragon just chuckled. Servhet picked up the canine-shaped toy. He handled it with care as if the toy was something precious and special. Once again, the dragon caressed the length in a rather erotic way and then, surprisingly, brought it up to his muzzle and used his tongue. The draconic tongue started at the knot, then slowly dragged itself all over the length, leaving a glistening trail of saliva behind. Like before, Zeke just frowned. He was definitely not in the mood for eroticism, specially coming from this dragon, yet this time... This time he definitely felt something.

It was then that it dawned on the wolf. He'd tasted that before and felt the same heat surging through him he was feeling now. The heat that focused on his loins and made the dragon's erotic display make his sheath swell inside his pants despite the situation. He'd felt all of it when he drank Rowell's arousing potion quite a few days ago. The one that had made him have to paw off eleven times in a single day. Sure enough, the heat was getting to him. His clothes felt tighter and hotter than before, his member was surely growing out of his sheath already, for he could feel it grinding against the fabric of his simple underwear. Zeke started to pant, and the dragon could surely tell his potion was working by the way his smirk widened even while he coated the toy in spit.

"You gave me an arousing potion?!" Zeke asked, not quite understanding the dragon's reasoning for that. He had mentioned torture! It made the dragon chuckle.

"I'm impressed that a simple pleasure slave can identify what's happening," he said, now playing idly with the toy using his claws again. They played with the knot, tickling it, pressing against it and massaging it. Zeke forced his eyes away from the display. "The answer, however, is no. Not technically. You see, malingle herbs have potent arousing components when consumed by themselves, but then it doesn't last very long. One can craft several different kinds of potions with it that add or change that effect, but what I gave you is the herb's distilled essence," the dragon said quite casually with his smirk turning into a grin. "You will soon find out that the essence is far more potent than any mixed potion could ever be."

All Zeke could do was growl. He still didn't quite understand the dragon's reasoning in making him aroused, but he could tell it was working well. He looked down to see the bulge his member was making in his pants, now fully out of its sheath and, most importantly, tingling with a wave of arousal the likes he didn't remember feeling in a long time. That day with Rowell's potion was indeed the closest he could relate to it. It was like he was constantly seeing something incredibly hot. Like the scent of a bitch in heat was pressed right against his nose.

"Bend him over the table," the dragon ordered while Zeke was distracted dealing with his growing arousal. There wasn't much he could do anyways when the guard roughly shoved him forward over the table and kept a hand over his back, holding him against it. The dragon stepped behind him and wasted no time before pulling the back of his pants down to his thighs, exposing his rump but leaving his hard shaft still trapped inside his clothing. Zeke struggled a big, but he knew better than doing anything extreme. It wasn't through brute strength that he was going to get out of this.

"I will give you one last chance before we begin. Tell me who is this coyote that you talked with and what does he know about prince Raenn and you will be spared a lot of unpleasantries," the dragon said still with a calm tone. At the same time he positioned the canine-shaped toy right against the wolf's tailhole, with its tip touching his entrance. Zeke shuddered. He knew that a light coat of saliva wasn't enough to have such a big toy shoved inside him comfortably, but at the same time, if the dragon thought that having something inside his ass was something that a pleasure slave would break to, he was very wrong.

"I don't know what you're talking about," was Zeke's simple, stern answer. He closed his eyes and his ears went down, knowing what was coming because of it, but he was prepared to suffer the consequences. Sure enough, even if the dragon didn't show it, the lack of an answer seemed to get to him somewhat. Zeke noticed that through the rough way the dragon shoved the toy inside him, pressing against his entrance and forcing it to give in to the toy's size. It felt rather dry, which made Zeke let out a loud grunt and grit his teeth as he felt himself penetrated by the sizeable toy. He felt inch after inch and couldn't help but clench against it, which in turn made it even more intense. His arousal certainly felt it, too. He felt his cock throbbing and the stickiness of what he knew was his own pre against his underwear. Finally, the dragon stopped with the whole length inside him and only the sizeable knot out. It gave time for Zeke to breath and recover.

However, that only lasted for a few small seconds. The dragon obviously took special pleasure in pressing the toy again, making Zeke grunt and squirm while that knot pressed against his entrance, harder and harder until finally, it popped in. "Ghhnr.. Agh.. FUCK!" Zeke shouted having that thing going inside him. He'd definitely took knots before, but never this fast and without any preparation. The wolf felt that feeling of being completely stuffed with the toy now completely inside him and nothing but that wider base outside. His tailhole ached terribly, clenching constantly, but at least it was done.

"That was pretty smooth. A pleasure slave indeed," the dragon said demeaningly, patting the toy's base a few times, which in turn made Zeke groan once more. The worst part of it all was that, despite the burning he was feeling on the back, Zeke's member was now rock hard inside his pants. The bulge in the front was obscene and obvious, a small dark stain could be seen on the outside, which meant the pre had already gone through his underwear. The wolf could even feel his knot was already out of his sheath, fully engorged. Everything felt hot and by all the gods, he did want to reach down to his cock and stroke it, but he was doing his best to control himself, since he couldn't anyway.

"Turn him around. We're almost ready to get started," the dragon ordered calmly, pulling Zeke's pants back up to cover the toy. The wolf guard pulled Zeke up from over the table by grabbing his shoulder in another rough moment that brought yet another heavy grunt from Zeke, being forced to move with the knotted toy inside his rear. Standing up straight, the wolf pushed him to turn him around towards the dragon. Zeke stood there with his legs slightly apart to take off some of the pressure in his tailhole, the bulge in his pants on full display. His ears were down, but he kept his face steady, looking away. He hadn't even gotten started yet?

"I see everything is working as intended," said the dragon, reaching forward to cup and rub Zeke's bulge over his pants. The touch alone brought an involuntary groan from him, making him close his legs together a little in his only form of defense against it and clench around the toy at the same time. The touch felt much better than he expected, even through his pants and underwear. He felt like he could cum from that alone.

The dragon spent a few minutes teasing him like that. Zeke stood steady at first, but as the dragon took it upon himself to stroke the outline of his cock through his pants, the wolf couldn't quite keep his composure. He panted at first, gritting his teeth as the dark stain in his pants increased considerably fast and then lost the battle of pride when he gave the dragon's hand small humps, feeling himself get close. That's when the dragon stopped, though. Zeke looked up to him with pleading eyes, but he wouldn't go as far as to beg the dragon to keep going like that. Most of the reason he wouldn't was because he knew the dragon wouldn't do it anyway, but all he did was glare up at the dragon and say nothing while the damned lizard chuckled.

"Now, the final touch," Servhet said, picking up those two rings he had brought with the toy. The dragon slowly pulled the front of the wolf's pants down, getting the waistband just past his furry balls and letting his hard, knotted cock jut out freely. The dark red member glistened with pre covering its length with a thread of the same substance still lingering at its tip. The big knot was indeed fully formed and Zeke could still feel himself incredibly aroused from the near-edge experience the dragon had provided.

The dragon made almost a ceremony of it. He picked up the silver-looking ring first, let Zeke see it, playing with it with his clawed fingers for a while, and only then lined it up to the wolf's cock and started slipping it through the length. That alone made Zeke tremble and clench once more. Judging the size of the ring and the girth of his length, the wolf was hoping it actually wouldn't fit, but he could swear the ring widened a little as it slipped smoothly through the thickest part of his length to rest just above his knot, where again, he could swear he felt it tighten. The dragon let go of it for a moment, then reached for the ring again and gave it a few tugs. The ring wouldn't budge anymore. Servhet smiled, but Zeke's ears pinned down against his head. He had no idea what the ring would do, but he was sure it wasn't going to be something pleasant. He was starting to understand what this dragon meant by a 'different type of torture'.

The second ring followed the same process, coming to rest just above the first one, both above the heavy bulb of his knot. This one was different, however. It felt hot to the touch over his cock. Not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to be noticeable. It still felt warm even when the dragon gave that one too a few tugs to make sure it wasn't coming off. After that, the dragon seemed satisfied. His claws once again settled over Zeke's hard, leaking member, trailing over the length and squeezing his knot the same way he'd done to the toy that was now deep inside his rear. As Zeke had guessed before, it was very effective.

The wolf bit his lip, holding back moans of pleasure, but he couldn't keep himself from trembling. The dragon moved on to stroking his cock. Up and down it went, from the base to the tip and sometimes taking the time to caress and tease his knot as well. Zeke's breathing became faster and it was barely two minutes before he felt like he was ready to burst again. The herb essence was having a strong effect over him. He didn't know what the dragon wanted from him by making him cum like that, but the wolf tried to keep himself from showing it too much. If the dragon intended to edge him... it was kind of embarrassing that he was trying to steal an orgasm out of the dragon in such a situation, Zeke thought, but at this point, he needed it so badly that his pride wasn't taking priority.

Zeke kept his heavy breathing at bay. He intentionally clenched around the toy, trying to get some pleasure out of the big thing lodged inside him, while at the same time looking away, as if the faster strokes over his cock weren't affecting him so much. Finally, he gasped. It was too late now. He felt the usual feeling of his climax rising, of the impending burst of pleasure. The stimulation over his cock kept going, the strokes, the knot teasing... His tailhole clenched involuntarily, hard, against the knotted toy inside him and then... it didn't come. He could feel himself lingering on that feeling of a coming orgasm, it wasn't going away, but the much expected pleasure and relief weren't coming. At first, it felt like a delay, but as it went on and on, even Zeke's lust-filled mind could tell something was wrong. He looked up at the dragon, who still stroked his cock with speed and saw him grinning. That's when the wolf's eyes went wide.

"Ghhn... stop!" Zeke said with a gasp. He put the pieces together. The rings weren't allowing him to cum, or at least one of them wasn't, but continuing the stimulation and keeping him trapped in that state was terrible. Zeke humped against that stroking claw. Pride wasn't even on his mind anymore, he just needed to cum, but it was no use. It wouldn't come. The dragon lord chuckled and kept going for a while longer, and then he finally stopped, trailing his claw over the wolf's cock underside one last time and then giving it a few pats before cleaning his claws, now sticky with a copious amount of pre, on Zeke's belly fur. The wolf was left there, panting hard and feeling his edge slowly, slowly subside back in an incredibly frustrating way.

"Let's try it again, then. Tell me everything you know right now and I will give you the sweet release I know you are craving, mutt." The dragon's tone made it clear how amused he was in inflicting so much frustration over the poor wolf. To make his words heavier, the very tip of his claw came back to slowly trail over the throbbing canine length, making Zeke close his eyes in a groan of pleasure.

This time, it took Zeke a few seconds to think. He wanted to cum so badly. He couldn't think of a single time in his whole life as a pleasure slave where he wanted it this badly. Maybe it was just because this time he couldn't have it? All the time he had had to hold back in order to make sure a noble had his relief before him didn't seem like anything compared to this. And yet, he couldn't tell the dragon what he knew. Whatever the plan these damned lizards had was, Zeke was sure as hell he didn't want it to work out. He had to hold back for the coyote's sake, for Ren's sake, for prince Rowell's sake. Slowly, the wolf shook his head and spoke between small gasps.

"I don't... know.. what you're talking about," he said with his heart sinking. The dragon's claw went away from his needy member and Zeke knew he wasn't going to get what he needed so badly.

"Very well. If that's how you want to do it, then that's how we are doing it," Servhet said and, again, seemingly annoyed. That he was frustrating the dragon too gave Zeke at least a little bit of solace. "I have more cards to play in this little game of ours."

The dragon simply turned around and calmly walked to the door that lead to the other part of the room. "Bring him," he simply ordered, and stepped inside. The wolf guard wasted no time in starting to shove him towards the door, forcing Zeke to walk. Walking with the big thing stuck inside him was uncomfortable and only worsened his state of lust, but he had no choice. As soon as he got to the door frame, he finally got to take a look at the second part of the room. It was indeed just as big as the first, except this one had a big, king-sized fancy bed at the center. A lot of decorative furniture surrounded it, making it a room fit for kings, but next to a big wardrobe, stood the dragon lord grinning.

Zeke's eyes stopped and went wide with what he saw. Next to the dragon, on the floor and on his knees was prince Rowell. He was naked, with his gray fur and lean form completely exposed, save from a collar closed around his neck and a leather muzzle, the dog type, around his snout. The collar had runes written on it, which, Zeke guessed, probably held back the prince's magic so he couldn't escape with it. Attached to the collar, a 'leash' made of chain was tied to the foot of the huge wardrobe, ensuring he wouldn't go anywhere. By the way the prince kept his hands behind his back, Zeke could guess they were probably tied just like his were, but again, just like him, prince Rowell's dark red shaft stood fully hard, knotted and glistening with pre with the same two rings locked around it.

Prince Rowell looked up at Zeke for a moment, his own eyes widening a little, but then he looked away as if embarrassed. His ears were glued against his head and Zeke's own went down with the sight.

"You... fucking coward. Why keep him here like this?!" Zeke asked, a growl coming out of his throat without him even meaning to. He jerked towards the dragon, but the wolf guard held him back with strength. That only made the dragon's grin widen.

"Ah... I see my little display has the desired effect. I don't owe a small pleasure slave like yourself any explanations, but I suppose I can indulge you just this once," the dragon said calmly once more, which only made Zeke feel even angrier. The dragon lord knelt right next to Rowell, who in turn turned his head away from and winced back. The dragon's claw went straight for Rowell's member, teasing his length and knot in the same way he had just teased Zeke's. That made Rowell gasp and his breath sharpen, which was loud coming only from his nose due to the muzzle. More pre oozed out from Rowell's cock immediately, which made it obvious to Zeke he was going through the same treatment he was, but only the gods knew for how long.

"We could have switched him out like you seem to know we did with little prince Raenn, but you see, prince Raenn is an useless mutt. He's not a threat. This one, though..." As the dragon spoke, he started stroking Rowell's cock, which made the wolf prince squirm and tremble. "This one has magic. He's a threat, even when left by himself. That's why we must keep him here, where we can see him, control him, and treat him like every wolf pet should be treated."

The dragon kept stroking the wolf prince's member and, sure enough, in a matter of minutes, Zeke could recognize the signs of an impending orgasm. Specially in someone he had served so many times. Rowell gasped and let out a muffled groan. He hunched forward, eyes going wide, cock pulsing and throbbing... and yet, he too lingered in that state. His gasps became more frantic, his groans mixing in with grunts and the dragon wouldn't stop stroking. The sight was erotic by itself and, despite Zeke's growling, his own member very hard member throbbed as well. He could feel himself clenching involuntarily around the plug inside him, which brought him shame while Rowell gasped and squirmed.

"Stop! You... you sadistic bastard! Leave him alone!" Zeke pretty much shouted. The wolf guard had to hold him from advancing towards the dragon once more, but again, the dragon just kept on smiling. He did stop stroking Rowell's member, but his hand didn't leave it. The wolf prince still trembled, his member letting out a remarkable amount of pre over itself, but he seemed to be recovering.

"Does seeing your beloved prince suffer bother you?" The dragon asked with a tone of deep mockery. He looked at Rowell then, shaking his head. "You see what you get by befriending slaves, wolf? You make yourself weak and you make them weak," the dragon said, tone changing to a heavier one. His hand went down to give Rowell's knot a tight squeeze, which made him gasp and groan again, and then the dragon finally let go of it to stand up properly. "Pathetic. Lower species thinking they know how to rule."

The dragon went to one of the small cupboards close to the bed and opened a drawer, from which he took another toy exactly like the one he had shoved inside Zeke. Big, black, hard rubber and canine shaped. He held it out for them all to see, but then focused his eyes at Zeke once more.

"Let's do this one more time. Tell me everything you know and who that coyote is and I will keep yours and your beloved little prince's suffering to a minimum," he stated firmly. Once again, Zeke felt torn. He looked at Rowell. Sure, he needed to cum very badly and he really wanted the big, uncomfortable knotted toy out of him, but he could endure these things himself. He was just a pleasure slave, after all. However, letting him torture prince Rowell... That broke his heart. Rowell didn't deserve any of it.

Prince Rowell looked back at him. Their eyes met and, even through his downed ears, Rowell's eyes still held a spark. The wolf prince shook his head towards Zeke firmly. Zeke definitely felt impressed by Rowell's determination and, despite everything, it gave him renewed courage. He was still worried, but still, he met the dragon's eyes and stared right at them.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

This time the dragon growled, too. "Fine," he said clearly angry. "You brought it upon yourselves." The dragon lord held out the black toy once more and then, brought his other claw up to touch its base. The moment he touched it, runes that were previously hidden flared up in a dim blue light, glowing. Zeke was so distracted watching the display that he almost missed the fact that the second ring, stuck around his hard member, had flared up with runes that glowed in perfect sync to those of the toy. Anxiety grew inside him looking between both, not knowing what to expect, and then suddenly, the runes disappeared from both the ring and the toy.

The dragon kept holding it. Zeke expected to feel... well, something, but nothing came. Servhet's eyes were still upon him, however, and another evil smile crept up the dragon's snout. Slowly, his claw moved up towards the toy, and then finally its tip touched the hard rubber. The dragon trailed the light tip of his claw slowly down through the length and then, Zeke gasped. He looked down at his own member, then at the toy, then at his member again. He could feel the dragon's claw trailing through the toy as if it was his own shaft. To complete his display, the dragon gave the toy's knot a light squeeze which, again, Zeke felt with a light groan.

"Such an interesting toy, isn't it?" The dragon started, hand now attacking the toy again, idly starting to touch, poke, stroke and play with it. Zeke, of course, felt everything in his sensitive hard, needy member, which made him tremble. The wolf did his best to try to keep himself steady, but drops of pre were already coming again to slowly slide down the dark red length. "The magic is quite simple, really. I adapted and improved it, of course," the dragon kept saying, now stroking the toy and, in turn, Zeke's member again.

"The closer the form to which you link an object, the more precise the touch. That's why I had these dog cock toys made. I know how sensitive dogs are... right here," he continued, and to make his point, his assault's focus became the toy's knot. Indeed, Zeke could feel everything on his own. It made his legs tremble, that sense of orgasm to start drawing close again and, once more, he couldn't help but clench against the toy inside his own rear.

Zeke heard a few gasps coming from Rowell as well, on his knees on the floor. The prince's eyes were closed, his breath faster and his cock dripping. For a moment, Zeke was confused. He looked at the dragon, who kept toying idly with the toy and wondered for a moment if it was attached to both lengths. Rowell did have the same two rings he had over his own length. By the way Rowell trembled he had to be feeling something and if that wasn't the toy that held the prince's, then...

Zeke's eyes went wide. The dragon stopped his assault for a moment with a new grin appearing. "Realized it? Took you long enough, but then again, what can one expect from a pleasure slave? I bet that being inside someone up to the knot must feel wonderful for you dogs, doesn't it? Why don't you ask your believed prince how his member feels stuck inside you?"

That explained how Rowell had reached the point of a denied orgasm so fast when the dragon teased his member. Zeke could only imagined what it must have felt like for the poor prince. Zeke didn't even say anything. He didn't know what to do. He tried to be careful not to press down on the toy linked to Rowell's member stuck inside him now, but it was very hard with the dragon's claw toying with his own cock. He gave Rowell an apologetic look, but the prince was too busy dealing with his own feelings to notice it.

"I have an idea. Why don't we show you what it feels like first hand?" The dragon lord asked in quite a playful way. He wasted no time. The dragon stepped behind Rowell and, with a foot, pushed the wolf prince's back forward, making him fall on his chest over the floor with a heavy grunt. Still on his knees, Rowell's ass was high in the air, and the dragon quickly took hold of his tail to avoid letting him lower it. Rowell struggled lightly on the floor. Now on his back, Zeke could see his hands were indeed tied behind his back, but his were locked together with metal manacles instead of simple rope. The dragon looked at Zeke and smirked. He held out the toy, then pointed it right at Rowell's exposed rear. Zeke took a step forward.

"Stop! Don't p-" he started protesting, but the dragon didn't give him time. He shoved the toy in, pretty much dry, making Rowell gasp and grunt on the floor through his closed muzzle and, at the same time, making Zeke do the same. He felt it exactly as if he was penetrating the warm tailhole himself, his length being enveloped by the extremely tight, warm rump. On and on it went with Zeke feeling the whole thing until, again, it stopped right where the knot grew. Rowell stopped his trembling on the floor, still panting. Zeke could see the wolf prince's cock rock hard underneath him, pointing down towards the floor with a tendril of pre linking them together. The member still throbbed hard, making it clear the prince was at the edge of orgasm. That was probably because Zeke couldn't help but clench his tailhole around his own member stuck inside him from the intense pleasure he felt while the toy penetrated the prince. He could feel his own orgasm coming, too, but he already knew it wouldn't really come, which only made it worse.

The dragon flashed him an evil smirk, ready to shove that knot in, and Zeke knew it would be too much, both for him and for Rowell. "Please, don't put th-" he started, but once again, the dragon paid him no mind. With strength, Servhet pressed on the toy, making Rowell's squirming start again and Zeke to let out a loud groan. He felt the pressure at the top of his knot, and then he felt it going in. The warmness enveloped it and pressed hard, making Zeke hit his climax, or at least, the edge of it. He felt it coming, his mind telling him the impending feeling of relief and pleasure would come in the very next second, and again, it didn't. Another second went by, and another, and another and relief did not come. Rowell clenched hard against the toy, probably not too used to having something so big stuffed inside his rear, which only made Zeke gasp more and more. He fell down to his knees, the wolf guard not holding him, hunching over himself and groaning in denied pleasure while, at the same time, making Rowell groan as well.

The intense, frustrating experience went on for several minutes until finally, Rowell seemed to grow somewhat accustomed to having that big toy shoved inside him and was probably making an effort not to clench too hard on it just like Zeke was doing. Both wolves managed to slowly get out of being stuck in that near-orgasm place and let it retreat, just a little bit. Every small movement Rowell made, Zeke could feel in his length, which made him shudder at the thought of how much he had moved when he didn't know. The dragon had taken to himself to chuckle and laugh, observing both wolves suffer at the edge of their unobtainable orgasms, but now he stood up properly. Before that, however, he gave Rowell's exposed read a loud slap, which made him move and caused Zeke to groan, in turn.

"Are you enjoying having your little dog dick inside your prince's tail? Having his inside yours? The potion I gave you both enhances that sort of feeling, which is why the experience has been... intense," the dragon said, overflowing with satisfaction. "But ah, it's not quite over. You haven't seen my worst yet." Saying that, the dragon raised his foot to push Rowell's side, making the prince turn around in the floor to lie belly up. Rowell just groaned and Zeke did as well, but then the prince stayed down, chest heaving with his heavy breath and hard, knotted member standing fully exposed above his belly. The dragon then knelt next to Rowell again to remove his muzzle. As soon as the leather came out, Rowell opened it wide, gasping for more air and stretching his jaw.

The dragon stood up to put the muzzle away and, as soon as he did, Rowell turned his head towards Zeke to speak with urgency.

"Zeke, don't tell him whatever it is he wants to know," he said between his heavy panting. The dragon growled, turning back towards him. "If their plan succeeds, they will have their grasp over th-HHNGH!" Before Rowell could finish, The dragon set his foot over the wolf prince's cock, pressing it against his furry belly and then grinding it against it. That made Rowell moan, his state of pre-orgasm clearly returning to him, but the dragon didn't stop.

"Stupid, unruly mutt. I see you still have a lot of lessons to learn. I will take pleasure in teaching you them, one by one," the dragon said, still growling and pressing against Rowell's cock.

"Stop! Leave him alone!" Zeke shouted, even if he could feel Rowell's involuntary clenching over his length again. He resisted, however, out of concern for the prince.

"Bring the slave over here," the dragon ordered, ignoring Zeke completely. His foot did not let go of Rowell's member. The wolf guard forced Zeke to stand back up and shoved him towards them. He could tell Rowell could feel his walking as well.

"Put him on his knees over the wolf's muzzle. The little prince is going to be sucking his slave's cock, since he loves them so much," the dragon said, anger still brimming in his voice. Zeke's eyes widened and he instantly tried to struggle his way out, but the wolf guard gave the back of his knees a hard kick, making him fall down on them right over Rowell's muzzle. He could feel the cold nose against the base of his balls while Rowell was busy gasping and squirming, being stuck on his own edge. The wolf guard's heavy hand then came to shove Zeke's back forward, making him fall right over Rowell's belly since he didn't have his hands to support him. Again, he tried to struggle, but the wolf guard took hold of his tail and pulled it roughly, making Zeke let out a small whimper and have no choice but to raise his hips. He felt a hand grabbing the base of his cock, right on his knot, making him gasp once more and then, it got shoved forward into Rowell's gasping muzzle.

The moment he felt the new warmness envelop his member, Zeke couldn't help but let out a loud moan. He tried to retreat, but the wolf guard kept his hips pressed down firmly and, by how muffled Rowell's gasps felt, the guard was probably holding prince Rowell's muzzle closed around his length as well. It was an impossible feeling. He could still feel the tightness and warmness of Rowell's tailhole around his length up to his knot, coming from the toy lodged inside the prince's rear, but now he could also feel a wet tongue assaulting his member while Rowell struggled to cope with his own feelings. The dragon had taken his foot out of Rowell's cock, which now stood hard and throbbing just above Zeke's own muzzle. The tongue joined with Rowell's rear brought Zeke to his edge almost instantly, but now the stimulation was so much worse. It was too intense. His climax was begging to come, always just a fraction of a second away, and yet not hitting him. Not giving him the pleasure he craved, he needed.

Zeke hadn't even noticed the dragon stepping out of his sight, but then he felt a belt being looped around his waist. Rowell's head moved and then, all he could feel was Rowell's muzzle pressed even harder against his cock. So hard that the only reason his knot didn't go in was because it in fact did not fit. The wolf guard entered his vision, which meant he was no longer holding his hips down against Rowell's muzzle, and yet he couldn't retreat. The dragon had bound them together, somehow. Between the lust of his near-edge experience, Zeke could barely think straight, but he did feel Rowell's muzzle tightening around his member. So much that the wolf's teeth prickled his member a bit, which probably meant the dragon had done something to keep Rowell's muzzle closed as well. Zeke couldn't help but whimper. It was too much.

Walking slowly, the dragon lord joined the wolf guard and Rowell's hard cock in his vision. That smug grin had returned fully to the dragon's muzzle while looking down at his tortured self.

"Now, I can only imagine what you must be feeling. This will be your last deal. You can tell me what you know and who that coyote is, and I will let you cum, or you can be stubborn again and I will tie your muzzle around your beloved prince's cock as well, so he can experience the same thing you are experiencing. I will then leave you both like that for a few hours, then ask you again until you decide to do the wise thing and comply."

The dragon's explanation was simple, yet in his pre-climax state, Zeke's mind could barely even acknowledge it. He groaned. He would never be able to endure all this stimulation over his cock for HOURS and, most of all, he did not want Rowell to experience it. It was hopeless. The dragon would keep going until he got what he wanted.

"Anken.. Ngh.. his name is.. Anken. He ww.. works at the castle.. And I told him about Raenn, bbut he didn'tt believe it. Gods, please..." Telling the dragon felt even worse than Zeke thought it would, but he couldn't endure it any longer. The poor prince was already writhing on the floor overwhelmed by those feelings. He couldn't bear to see him suffer any more because of him. He did it for Rowell. The dragon's grin only grew.

"Very good. That's a start," the dragon said, then he turned towards the wolf guard. "Go check if there's a coyote named 'Anken' working somewhere in this castle. Tell the others to be wary," he told the wolf, who just nodded and stepped out. The dragon then kneeled by Zeke's side, hand coming to pet his head demeaningly while he still groaned in his edge.

"We'll see if what you say is true. I have more questions, but then again... we have time, don't we? I am a proud dragon, however, and I always keep my word," the dragon said, and then his claw went down to Zeke's cock. At first, it only pressed against his knot, the only part outside Rowell's muzzle, which made Zeke pretty much scream with frustration and need, giving his cock even more stimulation. It also made the dragon laugh.

The claw, however, let go of his knot and touched the silver ring. The moment it did, whatever magic that was holding Zeke's climax back relented and the sweet, needed pleasure of release hit Zeke instantly. The wolf let out a loud moan and felt his member throb. The pleasure he craved so badly washed through his body in incredible bliss after being denied for so long. He felt his member twitch, then the trapped wolf cum erupted in full strength. With the sheer amount of pleasure washing over his body, Zeke couldn't even feel immediately guilty for the way Rowell squirmed underneath him. For the heavy sound of gulping coming from the prince's throat as jet after jet of wolf cum went straight down his throat. Zeke didn't remember ever needing an orgasm this bad, but those few seconds of bliss left him completely washed out.

As the last squirts of cum came out of his cock, however, the direness of his situation hit Zeke with full strength. He felt guilty for having cummed down Rowell's throat, especially when the prince's own cock still throbbed, knot and everything, right in front of his eyes with a need as great as his had been or greater. He felt Rowell's tongue still against his cock, oversensitive now that his orgasm had passed, but still he couldn't retreat it. Felt Rowell's tailhole clenching lightly against his length and knot, which felt even more sensitive and made him grunt uncomfortably. Felt the guilt of what he had told the dragon and how much trouble he might have brought over that coyote and, most of all, shuddered to think what the dragons would accomplish if whatever it is they were planning worked.

All of it weighted down on Zeke's mind on his aftermatch while he grunted in discomfort feeling Rowell's panting over his cock. The dragon appeared in front of him again, still grinning. Zeke's ears glued down against his head when he saw the dragon holding the flask of herb essence again.

"Now, let's move on to the next question," he said with a chuckle, opening the bottle.