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The Cry of Sodom

Book II, Scroll X

In the inn baths, the older Canaan dog drew herself up tall. The only ones left in the bathing chamber were her daughters, herself and the servants, waiting expectantly. Pheine crossed her arms over her chest and tapped on hind paw against the floor, stone rough beneath her more sensitive paw pads. The Canaan dog was getting soft, but that did not necessarily seem like a bad thing.

"You and you," Edith flicked her fingers towards two of the males in turn, not expending more energy in the motion than necessary. "Step forward to me."

The leopard and the Canaan dog from the group stepped forward. The feline's tail swished expectantly and Edith smiled, lifting her paw to brush his cheek gently. Oh, how she enjoyed having her pick of males when it came to personal care and attention. It was one of the many perks that had served as a distraction when her daughters had been missing. Now that Pheine and Thamma had returned, however...perhaps she had something fresh to teach them. There was no reason that they should not enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, seeming unscarred by their experience for Lot.

Edith's lips pressed into a tight line. Best to cover that liaison with pleasure, if the girls were inclined to follow her lead. That would be entirely their choice and no one else's.

"Dry me thoroughly," she instructed the leopard with a wink. "And take care not to miss a single spot."

The canine had the decency to appear abashed briefly, cheeks colouring with emotion. The leopard retrieved two large cloths and passed another to his canine companion. A shiver of discomfort brought goose bumps on Edith's skin and the Canaan dog shifted her weight as they dried her, the leopard beginning with her back and the dog kneeling to take care of her legs. With one on either side, she felt unduly exposed, though she had been dried many times before at various baths throughout the city. However, she had paid for the privilege those times. The older Canaan dog shook herself to relax, rolling her shoulders back with a low groan. She should not be so self-conscious in front of her daughters, but it was difficult to forget the years she had spent with them and her husband and the attitude she had adopted.

The remaining servants split themselves automatically between the daughters, taking soft cloths to their bodies. When one became saturated with water - their thicker fur soaked up enough to wear out several cloths in only a few minutes - it was placed aside in lieu of another, fresher one. Pheine gave a soft murmur of appreciation as the cloth was gently moved over her belly, her pups squirming within. She closed her eyes, lips parted in a momentary daydream, imagining her future with her young. What could she teach them? She would ensure they had only the best and nothing but the best. This sort of luxury should be experienced by them on a daily basis.

Thamma tensed as she allowed the ibex to dry her, fingers itching to take the act of drying into her own paws. It was strange to be so pampered and even frequent baths were not something they had usually took part in except for special occasions. Glancing at her mother, she slid her gaze away a moment later as the horse servant dried her breasts, paws soft through the cloth as he caressed each round globe, nipples inadvertently rising into peaks. Embarrassed, Thamma looked down between her legs, drifting into her own thoughts. It would have been easier to 'suffer' the attention if the males surrounding her were less handsome. She thought that was the proper word. Perhaps in the ideal manner of bath servants, they were chiselled and cut as if they spent the majority of their time working on their bodies all for the pleasure of visitors. Thamma appreciated that.

Unaware of the awkwardness hanging in the quiet room, Pheine huffed, head falling back as her hair was lifted from her neck for drying. The rodent - a petite brown male with a long, pink tail - twitched his whiskers, paws running down either side of Pheine's body without any fabric between them. His claws lightly scratched through her fur and she shivered in delight, tail wagging in a very visual reminder of her enjoyment. She felt her pussy moistening with her arousal, the scent barely noticeable over the warm, scented air of the baths. The cloth moved over her buttocks and she shamelessly arched into the pressure, feeling how her deliciously full body was so massaged. No one else was there to see how much she loved to be touched. Well, no one beside her family. She couldn't feel embarrassed in front of them, could she?

"My dearest, Pheine," the rodent spoke up with a soft smile. "Would you like to adjourn to a more private room?"

The older Canaan dog pricked her ears, natural defensiveness of her daughter flickering into life.

"What more does the innkeeper have planned for us?" Edith asked.

Her fur was fluffy with most of the moisture removed, leaving her appearing larger than normal in her drying state. The servant looked up, his expression keen and earnest as his bright eyes shone.

"A massage." The rodent bowed respectfully. "We have been taught the art of massaging females who are carrying young so that we may best please you."

Edith raised an eyebrow, looking down at her noticeably flatter belly, only her natural curves giving rise to the area. The rodent took a moment to catch up with the words he had just uttered and then jumped as if he had been shocked right in the tail.

"Not to imply that we would not be skilled in any and all massage," he added swiftly, taking a hasty step back. "We were simply given special instruction in the case of your daughters!"

Looking from side to side, the rodent servant appeared to wish to shrink into the ground itself. One of the other servants - nobody saw which - snickered under his breath, amusement getting the better of him. Pheine cocked her head, paw cupping her own cheek as she covered her smile politely.

"There is nothing untoward going on here, mother," Pheine chuckled softly. "Do not tease him further. Please, let us take part."

It was not a plea to be allowed but a statement from a confident young adult that knew exactly what she wanted. Mostly dry, the youngest sister followed the rodent towards the back of the baths where a wooden door was set in the wall, finding that she had no cause to delay. Thamma followed a moment later, the remainder of the servants making up a short procession behind her. Edith momentarily bristled, imagining that they had their eyes fixed to her daughter's bare behind, but pulled herself up. That was not something she had to concern herself with anymore. There was nothing wrong with her daughter's nudity. Yet old habits died hard.

Hearts fluttering against ribcages, the trio entered the room upon much encouragement and waving of paws. The Canaan dog in particular seemed keen to usher them in, paws darting forward to stroke down Pheine's back and side when Edith's back was turned. She cast him a sultry look back over her shoulder and he licked his lips, ears slipping submissively to the either side of his skull. What would he give to have his muzzle buried between those beautiful thighs? If he was lucky, the lovely female would choose him.

Three padded tables had been placed in the room, set at approximately waist height. Made of wood, they were moveable and gave the appearance of being something that was frequently shifted throughout the inn. They were clearly massage tables and Edith gave a low murmur of appreciation, clasping her paws to her chest as she wondered if they would give private massages in the guest rooms. Depending on how good the servants proved to be at soothing her body, she would pay dearly for that manner of attention.

"Please, lay down," the rodent said, gesturing to the nearest of the massage tables, paw sweeping out in an arc to encompass the room.

Pheine's tail twitched.

"I, for one, need no further encouragement here!" She grimaced and hopped awkwardly on to the table, careful of her bulging stomach. "My back aches. Can one of you tend to that?"

"Of course." It was the Canaan dog that answered swiftly - too quickly for his eagerness to remain concealed, if it ever was in the first place. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

Moving slowly, she scooted on to her side, lying with her back to the long side of the table. It was wide enough that she could half-curl her legs up comfortably, drawing them up as if to hug them to her chest but her stomach was in the way. She was vaguely aware of her mother and sister perching on the near tables in her peripheral vision, however she found there were far more interesting things to focus upon.

The male Canaan dog rubbed the palms of his paws together, warming them with the friction. He paused, paws half-raised, and then stepped forward, stroking slowly down the length of Pheine's body from her shoulder to her hip. The canine shivered and relaxed under his touch, one paw resting protectively upon her belly. It was good to have some personal attention, something just for her. With all the attention upon the 'terrible' things that had happened to her and the future of her pups, it sometimes felt as if she had been left by the wayside as life scurried on, towing only part of her with it.

Sitting upon their respective tables, Thamma and Edith enjoyed the same attention. Two furs worked upon Thamma as she dangled her legs over the edge of the table: the rodent massaged and rubbed her hind paws until she quivered while the other, an ibex, worked his way up her back to her shoulders. Relaxing into the shoulder massage, Thamma moaned softly and closed her eyes, muzzle open to allow her tongue to loll out. The ibex pressed lightly between her shoulder blades, slowly increasing the pressure until the tissue softened beneath his paws, hoof-like fingertips tracing light circles over Thamma's short coat of fur. It was heavenly.

Without the restrictions of her daughters, Edith stretched out on her stomach, legs propped up on the table behind her. Taking full advantage of the remaining servants, she beckoned the two equines and leopard closer, admiring the leopard's rosette spots through half-lidded eyes. He was a beautiful specimen, small and lithe as if he could spring into a long-legged spring at any given moment. The bay Arabian horse took up position at her legs, massaging downwards in long, languid strokes that made her shiver and sink deeper into the padding of the table. Her second horse, the stunning black, worked on her back and shoulders, easing out each and every knot of tension until she murmured incoherently, words of praise spilling forth that could not be individually discerned.

The leopard, on the other paw, was by far the most divine. Teasing his fingers through her hair, he whispered softly to the enthralled canine as he worked his magic, fingers expertly massaging her scalp. She shivered deliciously, fur standing up from her skin in sensory overload. She had had no idea that that kind of massage could be so...erotic.

Stretching out, the youngest daughter squirmed and moaned, pups wriggling in her stomach. The canine worked out all the knots he was able to reach with Pheine lying on her side, toes flexing in the essence of relaxation as her eyes closed halfway. But the Canaan dog grew agitated and the strokes of his paws came quicker, digging lightly into the muscle so that Pheine arched, cupped her heaving stomach and groaned. He bit his lip, limited in what pleasure he could give her and he leaned in close, one paw resting ever so lightly upon her thigh, stroking small circles into her fur.

"I need to reach your back, Pheine," he murmured into her ear, his whiskery muzzle brushing over her hair.

The canine cocked her head and rolled over on her back, belly huge and round. She groaned: her back ached something ferocious. Where were the Canaan dog's paws? He should soothe her.

There had been a question. Pheine shook her head and splayed one paw flat on the massage table as her mother and sister pricked their ears, listening intently but for different reasons.

"How?" She frowned. "I cannot rest on my stomach any more. It is far too uncomfortable."

"Oh, that is quite simple."

The Canaan dog took a step closer to the table, further down the long side, and rested his paw upon the padding. To Pheine's surprise, the table bowed in at the middle and he pushed further down so that his paw disappeared up to the right. Pleased, he stepped back and folded his paws behind his pack, tail wagging. He was every inch the picture of a self-satisfied canine.

"These have been specially designed for you, the pregnant ladies," he added, glancing with a respectful nod in the elder sister's direction. "Your pups will be safe and you will not be awkwardly placed in our paws. Edith, yours is unaltered. I am confident that you will be comfortable during the course of your massage."

Pheine grinned, the flash of white canines startling in the moment. They really had thought of everything. She flushed with approval and followed the canine's direction, slipping round on to her front and allowing her belly to fit comfortably into the hollowed out gap beneath the padding. Lying on the edge of the table as she had been, she had not even noticed it, it was so well constructed. Oh, how she had missed these little luxuries, the finer nuances of life! A massage table suited for her growing line was the very least of it, she thought.

Able to work on the canine with full liberty of motion, the Canaan dog swept the palms of his paws down her back, tracing the curve of her spine with one fingertip. Pheine shuddered and melted into the table, tail swishing from side to side in a constant wag that betrayed her enjoyment in a very canine fashion. Following the lead of her sister, Thamma took up a similar position on her massage table, permitting the rodent and ibex to work on the full length of her body. Paying particular attention to her calves and thighs, the ibex smiled to himself as he worked.

It was surprising how comfortable Thamma found it to lay upon her front and she stretched out luxuriously, able to stretch out her back for the first time since her stomach had swelled. She was unused to carrying more weight around, particularly around her midriff, and groaned as the ibex worked on her lower back. His paws had to have been sent from the gods - there was no other explanation for the groans he drew from her muzzle like teasing honey from a comb. She blinked and stifled a yawn, paws dangling over the edge of the table. She swore that one of the servants took the liberty of kissing it.

Edith kept a watchful eye upon her daughters, one ear pricked. She trusted the servants, of course she did, but wanted to see that her daughters were being treated as well as they should be. It was why it pained her so greatly that her husband had not treated them with respect and decorum. It was wrong for family, she believed, to behave in such a manner. Sodom said it was so. Their laws forbade sexual relationships within families. That was why Lot was on trial.

Edith shuddered and the furs above her exchanged a look. The leopard licked his lips and stroked his paws in soothing down Edith's back until he felt the tension ease, slipping into a light doze as her ears twitched. It did not usually take him so long to relax his clients but the canine was proving to be a challenge. He bit his lip, frustrated by how long it took to work the knots from her shoulders, paws drawing spurs of pain before sweet relief washed over her. Had she truly carried that much weight upon her shoulders? It seemed like an age since she had relaxed and forgotten about the world around her, if but for a time.

Ignorant to her mother's anxiety, Pheine moaned and murmured under the keen paws of the servants. She wished she could have a massage every day of her life from thence onward, though not for the immediate reasons suspected. Her pussy was wet. The touch of a male sent pleasurable shivers through her body and she arched sensually into his caress, craving more with each and every passing second. Despite the pups squirming in her belly, she wanted the Canaan dog and it seemed that the feeling was mutual. With his back to Thamma and Edith, Pheine doubted they could tell that his erection was pushing through his undergarments, bulging out cloth until his arousal could not be denied.

The canine licked his lips and shivered, a bashful grin tugging at his lips as his gaze grazed Pheine's, darkening with lust. Her eyes roamed his body and she twitched her tail as if to bring it up even higher, showing off her plump pussy from where it nestled between her thighs. Her natural beauty was impossible to miss and her breathing became shallower, drawing in short, sharp pants as her excitement rose. Exotic oils that she could not repeat the names of scented the air, lending the secluded room an escapist feel. It felt as if anything and everything could happen there, a change from the old way of life that could reinforce the new.

Teasing paws edging ever closer to Pheine's pussy, he swallowed his excitement, almost able to feel the heat radiating from her sex as he stroked the underside of her tail. His fingers combed through the soft fur and Pheine twisted, arching up as much as she was able in her position and condition. He leaned over her with a sigh and tensed as she covertly reached out to trace her fingertips over the bulge in his loincloth, delighting in the sensation of him hardening beneath her paw. Had the poor dog been denied for some time? The canine smirked. Well, she'd have to rectify that.

He struggled to maintain his composure, shifting his weight from hind paw to paw and biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to make it bleed. Could the others see? He did not mind, not really, but it was difficult to concentrate fully when the mother of the fur, who was groping his shaft, was in the same room! Letting loose a small whine, he kissed between Pheine's shoulder blades, whimpering softly when she moved her paw away to rest her head back on her arms.

There was only one question that remained to be asked.

"May I?" He nuzzled the back of her neck softly, lips brushing aside her hair in the gentlest of kisses.

"May you...what?"

She teased, wriggling her rump to draw his gaze down to where her juices glistened upon her pink folds. He groaned, ears slipping back to his skull. The sound drew the attention of Edith and Thamma who both raised their heads, surprised to hear such a sexual noise in the room they had thought was dedicated to massage. In all honesty, however, sexual moans were not uncommon in massage, though neither of them would have known that beforehand.

The servant drew himself up tall and folded his paws in front of his stomach.

"Move on to your paws and knees and you will find out, beautiful lady."

Oh, he was suave. Pheine could not say no. He made her feel good and she so wanted to keep feeling good, better than ever before. Pushing herself up on the table, she shakily eased herself to paws and knees, as requested, fingers curling over the edge of the massage table. The attention had relaxed her more than realised and her muscles were suddenly insubstantial in supporting her body: she swayed as if under the influence of liquor. Only the canine's steadying, reassuring paws kept her on the table and quivering in sheer, wanton anticipation.

He tugged lightly on her hips to draw them up higher and ducked his muzzle down to her sex, already anticipating her sweet taste upon his tongue. Taking his time as much as he could pace himself, the Canaan dog let his breath tickle her cunny and Pheine groaned softly, trying to push back against his muzzle.

Thamma gulped and half-pushed herself up from the table, only kept in place by the reassuring paws of the servants. It was difficult to find the will to pull any distance away from their paws. Inhaling sharply, she felt the pups stir in her belly.

"Pheine?" Thamma said, uncertainty ringing through her tone. "What... Pheine? Pheine, what are you doing?"

"I... Ah..." Pheine panted, eyes only half-open. "I would have thought that was clear."

Edith sighed and rested her muzzle on her forearms, eyes darting beneath her eyelids. Recently loosened muscles tensed and the servants murmured their displeasures, soothing knots from the back of her neck and shoulders.

"Here?" Edith shook her head.

Pheine's lips twisted and her eyes snapped open.

"Is there any reason why not?"

Staying the servant with one raised paw - and a smile to show she was not frustrated at him - Pheine turned her gaze upon her sister.

"I have spent long enough denying myself what I desire, sister, and mother," she added, switching her gaze to Edith. "Quite simply, I refuse to do so a single moment longer. It is your decision whether or not you do the same but I have made my choice. And I shall be proud of it."

"And enjoy," she added softly, for the male dog's ears only, if he had any doubts about her keenness to continue.

Arching her back, Pheine encouraged him to push his muzzle between her thighs, tongue swiping over her puffy lips. Groaning, she twisted and curled her fingers around the edge of the table, holding on as if the grip of her paws was the only thing that would keep her in place as she was so intimately pleasured. Indeed, her arms trembled as he worked his tongue deeper into her snatch, taking his time and rubbing small circles into her thighs with his thumbs. He lapped over the pucker of her tail hole and she stiffened briefly, a heady moan escaping her lips in a drawn out exhalation. To be stimulated there was so... Pheine had no words for it. Her body tensed and relaxed second by second, need swelling like her growing abdomen. She had never been so relaxed and aroused at the same time.

While she enjoyed herself, her sister watched with bated breath, preparing to take the plunge herself. It was not as if she had not enjoyed her sexual relations in the last few weeks - no, she had loved them - but there was something different about it this time. It was about crossing a boarder and breaking down that final boundary. Instead of mating for the purpose of conceiving pups, this liaison was purely for the purpose of ecstasy.

Thamma gulped and, studiously avoiding looking in the direction of her mother, sat up on the table, beckoning the ibex in closer with a wavering smile. He came eagerly enough, though there was no understanding in her eyes until she guided his muzzle down to her plump breasts with two paws on his horns. Eyes widening, he obligingly snaked his tongue out and teased her nipples into firm peaks, coaxing whimpers from her muzzle as the canine shook with repressed desire. As he lavished attention upon her breasts, tasting the oil and clean, freshness of the baths, the rodent dropped to his knees and parted her legs, quivering nose finding her clit and licking softly.

Edith's lips pressed into a tight, thin line, arousal building. Having been around so many promiscuous, happy furs while her daughters were away, it was difficult to see the situation as anything but normal. Yet they were her daughters! She shook her head, eyes bulging anxiously. Was she meant to leave the room? The canine shook her head and pushed her torso up from the table, resting on her forearms as she pondered and the servants worked gently upon her back, sensing her unrest.

One of the equines was the first to break the ice.

"Do you wish us to service you too, Edith?" The black horse brushed his forelock away from his face and smiled. "We would not want to leave you out."

Did she want to be 'serviced'? Did she want to be pleased? The question should have been a simple one. The canine hesitated, conflicted, and then shook herself, fur fluffing up slightly as if she was struck by a sudden chill. Yet the massage room was warm, soothing and favourably scented: there was nothing unpleasant to rid herself of there.

She exhaled slowly, releasing a breath that she had not known she had been holding.

"No... No, thank you," she forced out through gritted teeth. "Not right now, thank you."

Her body screamed.

The black horse's lips twisted and the other's nostrils flared. Edith grimaced. Her arousal hung heavy in the air about her and the equine's stiffening cock did little to soothe her hormones, all begging her to continue, to breed, to fuck. She wanted a muzzle stuffed between her legs, to ride it until she climaxed in a howling, sweaty mess.

"Are you confident of this, Edith?" He cocked his head to one side. "Your body tells another tale."

She shook her head in neither a positive nor a negative affirmation. Oh, how she wanted to say yes! Her body told her one tale while her mind demanded another course of action and she whined, torn and trembling with emotion.

"I do not think it wise... Oh..."

Edith closed her eyes and arched as a wandering paw found her inner thigh and crept higher. The black stallion watched her closely, taking his lead from her reactions as he grazed her sex with the tips of his hoof-like fingertips. Pushing into his touch, Edith bit her lip, helpless to the whims and demands of her own body. Yet she still tried to draw away.

"Not with my daughters here..."

Sliding one paw into the small of her back and the other down to part her thighs, the black horse smiled and shrugged.

"Why?"

Edith had no answer to that and, before she could think of a suitable answer, the bay equine took advantage of her increasingly spread legs - her hind paws hanging over the sides of the table. With his smaller, finer muzzle, he nuzzled into her curvaceous backside and scratched his claws lightly through her fur, tongue finding the sweetness of her cunny and taking a slow lick with his raspy tongue. A shiver ran the length of Edith's body and she clutched the table, shoulders rounded as she hid her muzzle within her forearms, heat colouring the skin of her cheeks beneath the fur. It was too hard to stay quiet with such a tongue teasing her!

Kneeling in front of the panting canine, the bay Arabian horse dropped a soft kiss upon her nose, pampering her with all the kisses she should have had in her lifetime.

"Do you truly wish us to stop?" He asked.

"No..." Edith growled, upper body melting into the table as she pushed her knees into the padding to raise her rump into the air. "Make me moan."

A direct command was hardly needed, yet welcomed all the same, and the bay Arab crushed his lips gently to hers in a deep, passionate kiss, tongue invading her muzzle. Moaning, Edith's tail flicked up higher, aware of the moans of her daughters to her left. They were having just as much, if not more, fun as she was and Edith tried to understand that there was nothing wrong with that. Deep thoughts, however, were impossible to conduct with such a skilled tongue between one's thighs. Spreading her legs, she kissed the equine back passionately as paws massaged her rump and a rough tongue roamed her cunny and under-tail.

"Lay back, sweet Thamma," the ibex encouraged her with a light push of her paws, guiding rather than directing. "Allow us closer to you. We can help you relax. We can make you feel..." He licked his lips. "Very good. You will not regret taking pleasure from our touches."

"I...uh..." Thamma blushed and twisted, arms cradled beneath her breasts; oddly, she did not hide her breasts, comfortable with her nudity. "I am unsure. I am relaxed already. You gave me a wonderful massage."

"Yet you are unsatisfied."

"Oh..." Thamma glanced between her mother and sister, both with their rears in the air to entice their companions. "I... I do not know what to do say. I am satisfied."

Dragging herself back from the heights of pleasure, Pheine forced her lips to work, to form coherent sentences as her body shuddered. She was not sure if she was even in control of it anymore.

"They are professionals, Thamma," Pheine grunted out between moans, the canine playing his tongue over her clit while two fingers thrust deep into her dripping cunt. "They are only doing what they are trained...and practiced in doing. Lay back...ah... Relax."

"Enjoy," the ibex added, nibbling on Thamma's neck as she whined. "She is correct. We are here to please you and only you for our time together."

Concerned, Edith forced herself to heated reality, opening her eyes and blinking to clear the fuzziness. Holding up one paw, she stayed the servants for a moment, eyes upon her blushing beauty of a daughter. Oh, how Thamma had grown.

Their eyes met and Edith lifted a paw in a half shrug as if to say without words that Thamma did not need to do anything she wanted to do, yet the older, wiser canine believed that she was far beyond that. Wanting to help, she formed words and sent them forth on the flutter of her heart beats.

"Maybe it would...mmmph...be better if we separated..." Edith panted, wandering paws and tongues distracting. "Maybe we should go to different....ah...!"

The servants crowded around Edith did not allow her to speak further as one of the horses - she could not tell - stifled her protests with sweet kisses and licks. Giving in, the canine play-growled and kissed every pair of lips that came into contact with hers fiercely, after a time unsure of who she was even kissing so deeply. All she cared about was feeling that hot racing fire of ecstasy thrumming through her veins. After all, like Pheine, she had gone without it for long enough. There was no reason to deny herself ever again. Thamma needed to learn that too.

Observing even her mother succumbing to pleasure, Thamma nodded once to the two anxious servants hovering about her, stretching out on the table so that her back rested comfortably upon the padding. The gap for a pregnant belly did not hinder her position, though it did 'encourage' her to lay further down the table with her legs hanging off so that her rump would not push down through the useful gap. Flushed with blood, the soft lips of her cunny begged for attention and the little rodent kissed up her thighs with attention fit for a fur of high birth and standing, one used to luxurious such as a plethora of servants. It was good to pretend that she lived a life of pure and utter luxury for a time. Holding on gently to the rodent's rounded ears, Thamma moaned and bucked up into his muzzle, the ibex suckling softly upon each of her breasts in turn.

Driven on by the moans of her sister and mother, the elder sister twisted and bucked like a wild creature, throwing herself into the arms of debauchery without so much as a farewell to her prude self. Did it matter that her mother was a few feet away from her? Of course not. It was almost exciting to have others so close, enjoying themselves as fingers stretched out her cunt, mimicking the male member she so craved. Eyes closed, Thamma gripped the tuft of thicker hair on top of the rodent's head and twisted her body like a snack, lust rising quicker than wildfire over kindling, eating up the land. Closer...closer! They had to know how close she was - it was as if she was about to explode!

Whimpering, Thamma tossed her head back against the table and arched up at a vicious angle, back bowing and belly protruding as if to display her fertility to the little world around her. Edith howled out her orgasm, treated to her first dose of ecstasy of the event, and Thamma yearned to feel the same pleasure, lose control for those moments that her body soared higher than her mortal life could ever take her. But her climax was not to be.

As if obeying an unspoken order, all males stepped back as one, forming a single line, all facing the panting females. Still coming down from an explosive orgasm, Edith, trembled on the edge of the massage table, feeling that she needed a second bath after such erotic action. She did not understand why they had suddenly backed away as if to call a halt to their liaison and rather craved her male partner back between her legs. It was a hasty addiction and she tried to forget the fact that she had shared the sexual pleasure, if not directly, with her daughters.

Removing their loincloths, the males stood quite still, growing hard and erect as if on cue. The Canaan dog in particular bore an expression of intense concentration, tongue protruding ever so slightly from the corner of his mouth. Edith stifled a chuckle and shook her head: she could only assume that they were thinking of incredibly sexual scenes, arousing themselves through memory and fantasy alone. Though the ibex' paws twitched, the servants stood quiet, as if becoming statues, chests rising and falling gently in time. Blinking, Thamma looked between her younger sister and her mother, none able to fathom why the males had suddenly backed away and displayed themselves so. They did not seem eager to explain themselves either.

"What is the meaning of this?" Edith spoke up first, head tilted to one side, appearing for a second the spitting image of Pheine.

"I am unsure." Thamma shrugged. "This is not something I have come across in my time here. You have been in the city longer than my sister and I, mother. You would know more than us."

The Arab stallion parted his lips as if to answer when a muted gasp from Pheine bade him stop, dropping his eyes to the wooden floor of the massage room while a small smile warmed them.

"Oh!" Pheine clapped her paws together, excited at being the first to uncover the truth as she saw it. "I have it. I know. It's so simple. The servants have given us oral pleasure so far, yes?"

Thamma and Edith nodded, though there was no clarity in their eyes.

"They are presenting themselves to us so that we may decide whether they are suitable for our use," Pheine explained. "They are ensuring that their shafts are primed for us and, if so, allowing us to choose who our partner or partners will be. Whichever we prefer. Is that not correct?"

She addressed the horse and he bobbed his muzzle once, eyes bright with warmth. She reached out to his dropped horse-cock and pulled it down once, letting it bounce back up almost comically. The canine chuckled to herself and wrapped her paw around the length, stroking several times in quick succession, spurred on by his eager nicker. His ears drooped sadly when she paused, turning to the other two with a curiously raised eyebrow. Licking her lips, Pheine pulled her paw away, laying flat on the massage table with her elbows propped under her chest, so that she would not be squashed down uncomfortably.

"As I was the first to be eaten out," Pheine began, a tell-tale glimmer of glee in her eyes, "someone else should be brave this time. I would be," she added, "but I should not steal all the firsts and all the fun now, should I?"

"What do you mean?" Thamma shook her head and rolled her eyes, brushing the fur on her snout flat. "Pheine, you speak in riddles."

"Then you should understand me better," her sister quipped in return. "I am saying, dear sister, that someone else needs to be the brave dog this time and be serviced by one or more of these studs and their cocks."

Thamma wriggled on to her back and barked a laugh, amused by her sister's forwardness. It was not that she did not want to mate with any of the studs - their muzzles had been delicious, it had to be said - but in front of her mother? Edith's presence was the only thing that stopped her from slipping off the massage table and into the arms of whichever fur caught her first. Pregnancy stoked lust that she had never known and she wormed a paw between her legs, fingers pushing into the dripping mess of her sex. It was so tempting to go further, to do more, but she still craved the approval of her mother. Anxious, Thamma withdrew her fingers from her folds and splayed her paw flat on her lower stomach, two fingers stained like a camel's cream with her desire.

Edith faced a dilemma all of her own. The males lined up so insistently and all she could think of was her first night in Sodom, being taken by male after male, orgasm after orgasm. She could never remember exactly how many times she had climaxed that night - it all blended into one great haze of pleasure - but her clit throbbed for the same attention. The older Canaan dog sat up on the bench and swung her legs over the side, hesitating in the moment.

Much like Thamma, her eyes flicked between the row of waiting males, so virile at their peak of life, and her daughters, catching the tail end of Thamma's need with a twinge of regret. She had felt the same when she was pregnant with Thamma, wanting to fuck anything and everything that came within reach. She had reached out to lot, presented to him in their shared bed chamber, but he had balked at the suggestion, shouting to the lord and everyone within earshot that mating was for the purpose of pups only and a heavily pregnant female had no purpose for sex. She had not tried again when carrying Pheine. The second daughter smirked at her mother and Edith frowned, half raising a paw to reprimand her. That pup could use some respect for her elders.

Only, Pheine was no longer a pup. She was a grown canine preparing to birth her first litter of pups. Edith sighed. She would do well to remember that.

And if her daughters were all grown up, there was no shame in what she craved. The very least she could do for them was allow them to sate the lusts of pregnancy, allow them what their bodies desired so. She slipped off the table and padded to the ibex, trailing her fingers from the base of his cock to the tip. Her heart pounded in her chest with such force that she feared it would burst through, spilling through her fur in a rush of blood. Careful of her knees on the hard floor, she folded to her knees, toes pressed to the floor behind so that her calves formed a wonderful arch. Though not the slimmest of furs, she was proud of her body and curves: every female should love their body.

Edith ignored the soft gasp behind her and leaned forward, lapping lightly over the smooth head with a teasing touch. Knowing that the servants were there purely for their pleasure made her bold and she stroked her fingertips over his soft, leathery balls, which were devoid of fur as they would have been for his four-legged kind. Rolling the sensitive orbs between fingers and thumb, Edith moaned softly and took his cock into her mouth, sinking down until her moist nose bumped into his lower abdomen, bottoming out.

Knowing that she was being watched brought shivers to her body and she tried not to think too much over who was watching her, imagining that it was solely the males in the room with her. It would become easier in time, she was confident of that, but she had old habits to nullify before being truly free. She would not have her daughters restricted as she had been. Resting her paws on the ibex's thighs, she held on to his muscled legs as she bobbed her muzzle. His hips rocked oh so gently, matching her rhythm, and her heart sang as he stroked his fingers through her hair, the petting, soothing touch both comforting and inexplicably arousing. It had to be all the nerve endings there - so sensitive - that had to be it.

Edith pulled back off his length, licking her lips. Clouded with arousal, her head was a fog of lust and fantasy. It was a shame they were not in a more comfortable room. She imagined sprawling across a mess of sleeping mats and cushions, letting the ibex fuck her to climax after climax, each leaving her a trembling, whimpering mess until she blacked out from pleasure. Looking up at him with a coy smile she had not thought to use since long before she had been wed to Lot, Edith ran her tongue around his cock tip, too innocent for her own good. The ibex's paws curled into fists and relaxed again as he panted heavily, begging her with his baby blue eyes even while he enjoyed every second of her attention. Edith could have fallen into those eyes, once upon a daydream or two.

Chancing a glance back over her shoulder, Edith winked at her daughters, amused by their expressions of mixed confusion and pride alike. Pheine blew her mother a kiss, hair mussed up so cutely that it was as if the canine had only just arisen from her bed chambers. Bringing a hind paw under her body, Edith stood up, meeting the ibex's eyes. There was little to no difference in height between them and the canine kept her paw on his cock as she looked him over, moans and soft whuffs sweet music to her ears. A male was the best melody she ever wished to enjoy.

"Are you good enough to fuck me?" She asked him sternly.

Her eyes demanded an answer and the ibex straightened unconsciously, shoulders pushing back proudly. He could only be confident in himself. He had been chosen.

"If you deem me to be such, my lady Edith," he answered smoothly, the words pouring from his tongue like water in a dessert. "I am skilled and I wish to pleasure your body, taste your nectar and pound your cunny until you cannot walk anymore for the swathes of ecstasy wracking your body from head to toe."

He paused, nipping the inside of his cheek as if caught by indecision and pushed onward.

"The other servants speak very highly of you, Edith."

"Oh?" This she had not anticipated. "And what do they say of me?"

"They say that you have embraced Sodom and that you can fuck males for hours and still crave more."

Edith laughed aloud, her mirth echoing around the small chamber.

"Oh, is that what they say." She smiled in a flash of white teeth. "I cannot allow my reputation to fall, in that case. To do so would be a sin indeed."

Thamma started as Edith turned to face the wall, placing both paws flat against it and thrusting her rump out in what could only be construed as an open invitation. The ibex grinned behind her back and took up position, holding on to her hips gently as he lined up with her cunny and thrust in to the hilt. The canine moaned and tilted her head back, arching into the ibex's touch as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her in a tight embrace as his hips worked like a piston, a machine of pure, godly sex.

Thamma whined, paw shamefully dropping between her legs as she watched the show. What sane fur could drag their eyes away? It was her mother and it felt wrong in her stomach, the stink of old memories creeping in to the corners of her mind. Teachers taught her to be chaste and proper, to worship and respect the lord, that sex was only to be had within the confines of marriage and only ever with one partner. She had broken that trust, that old, outdated lesson, and followed fresh teachings. Sighing lightly, she watched her mother pushing back against the ibex, his hips slapping into her rump, working the notion through in her head. If her mother enjoyed it, why could she not enjoy it too? Was that the lesson to be learned?

Her eyebrows rose in unison. It had to be! There was no other explanation. The Canaan dog could have danced around the room in joy but she had something much better in mind.

Clearing her throat, Thamma chanced a victorious grin with Pheine, relieved that the decision had, in this instance, been made for her: it was okay to fuck now.

"Well, if it's okay by mother..." Thamma blinked. "Why should we not enjoy too?"

"Why not indeed?" Pheine giggled and waved her paw at her sister in a shooing motion. "That is what I have been telling you this whole time, sister. There is no reason to not enjoy, so please do. Take that step."

The canine shifted her weight and whined, torn between lust and past experience for the briefest of moments. And then the wall broke. She jumped up and called the rodent to her with two crooked fingers, lips parted in a very canine smile. He came forward eagerly, skinny hairless tail sticking out straight behind him for the natural balance of his species.

Watching her sister take the first step in enjoying herself, Pheine called to the horse she had played with earlier, bouncing his cock for her own amusement.

"Your member is suitable," she said too formally, unable to keep the amusement from her voice. "Fuck me."

The stallion nickered and tossed his head, flicking his mane off the beautiful arch of his neck with a grin. Stepping up behind Pheine, he pressed the flat head of his cock to her folds and pushed in slowly, savouring the moment as much as she. She was soaked - dripping - from his earlier ministrations and the duo moaned in unison as he sank deeper and deeper and deeper, easing in past the medial ring. Each inch stretched Pheine that little bit wider, further than her Esther's or even her father's length had in the cave, the largest cock that she had felt so far in her young life. Leaning over the canine, the stallion servant lipped her neck gently, teeth catching and tugging until she panted heavily, her sides heaving, paws exploring every inch of her body. With their bodies joined, they paused, muscles trembling with restraint. It was not rough or raw but as sweet as dessert honey.

Edith rested on her arms, forearms pushed flat against the wall as she arched back into the ibex' touch. The ibex' paws were gentle but firm - masculine - upon her hips and she moaned loudly, uncaring of who heard her. There was no longer any reason to remain silent. Each stroke of his cock drove her swiftly towards climax and she could not hold back, even without any stimulation of her clit. It was something rarely experienced and the canine rolled her hips as the peak of pleasure rose higher and higher, swelling like the tide until she feared her body would no longer be able to contain it.

A tongue hit her clit and she hissed between her teeth, eyes closed, though there was nothing before her but the bare boards of the wall. It was fine carpentry but nothing compared to the equine between her thighs, paws around her calves as he lavished adoration upon her sex, finding all the sensitive spots as if he had known her intimately for years. Exhaling sharply, Edith shuddered and curled her tail up higher, the slap of the ibex' hips urgent against her backside. He was getting close and she yearned for the hot spill of cum inside her.

As her first orgasm hit, she shuddered, muscles twitching of their own accord. She glanced back over her shoulder, watching through a haze of lust how her daughter, Pheine, dropped to her knees, the canine's cock thrust deep into her muzzle. She suckled on his shaft, paws stroking and teasing his balls until he panted heavily, hips thrusting on instinct alone. Each wanted the other and Edith knew that that was how it should be. Pheine had finally come into herself.

The Canaan dog licked her lips, torn from observation by a paw upon her breast. Though she could not shake one thought from her mind.

Perhaps Pheine was speaking the truth of her father after all...