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Jaxon ran a paw over his face. It had been another long night and he was in a foul mood. Of course the equally foul weather did nothing to improve his disposition. Clenching his teeth he made his way over the rough cobbles lining the narrow back alleyways that led to the barracks. The rain was doing a fine job of keeping the usual nightowls off the streets, even the drunkards had long since headed indoors. It was just as well, he had no desire to stop and chat. There was no point, he had nothing new to share, nothing had happened. Nothing had happened in a long while. He pushed the door to the barracks open with a bit more force than necessary. A loud clang echoed through the entry-room. Jaxon cringed at the unwarranted noise and gave a barely audible sigh as Rayne came to rest with her back against the door-frame.

"Are you trying to wake everyone up or just being a self-absorbed idiot?" She cocked an eyebrow and stared expectantly at Jaxon.

"The door slipped" he mumbled.

"Of course it did." Rayne's tail twitched against her heel.

Jaxon heaved himself down onto the nearest bench and began unstrapping his boots. "Look, is there something you want because I'm kind of busy right now?"

Rayne pushed herself away from the door-frame and padded over to sit next to him. "I want to know why you've been in such a piss poor mood these last few weeks, Jax."

Jaxon reached for the straps of his left bracer and sighed. "I'm wasting my life here, Rayne. Nothing that I've done since joining the guard has been worthwhile." He held up a paw and shook his head. "Don't get me wrong, patrolling is better than being a glorified babysitter to the town drunks every evening but I thought I'd finally get to do something real."

"Something real, eh? I didn't realize that you had been living in a fantasy world all this time."

"You know what I mean." he growled. "When the scouts returned last month with reports of Vaylin troops in the mountains I thought..."

"You thought you'd get to see some real action. Become a battle-hardened hero and save the day?"

Jaxon's ears dropped as he turned to look at the wall. "Sounds a bit stupid when you put it that way."

"Everyone wants to be more than what they really are." Rayne bumped against his shoulder and gave a faint smile. "Most of us don't have a deathwish though."

The corner of Jaxon's mouth twitched. "I don't have a deathwish, I'm just a bit... bored."

"There are loads of ways to add some excitement to your life that don't involve running head first into the enemy." Rayne stood up and stretched her arms over her head. "Well, I've got patrol duty in a few hours. I'm heading to bed. Don't leave your gear laying around, Alba was on a warpath earlier over the new recruits. You couldn't pay me to cover your ass this time."

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A loose pebble clattered over the cobbles as Jaxon dragged the tips of his boots down the street. He was scuffing the hell out of the leather. Alba was sure to scold him for it later, but for now he just didn't care. His ear twitched as he heard the sounds of faint scraping and sniggering coming from around the corner ahead. Picking up the pace, he rounded the corner and laid eyes upon a trio of young cubs. The largest of the three was holding a sharpened stone and had just finished dragging it down the brick wall before him.

"Come now, it's way too late for the likes of you to still be out. Scratching up someone else's property, your mothers would be ashamed." Jaxon growled. The three boys took a step back, fear in their eyes. The sharpened stone fell from the cub's paw and clattered upon the cobbles. Jaxon looked to the scratched up wall, sighed and reached up to scratch at his ear. "Go on, get out of here." He turned back to the boys. "Now! Before I change my mind. You lot aren't worth the paperwork." The cubs turned tail and took off running. Jaxon kicked the cub's stone further down the street. With a decidedly dreary demeanor, he resumed his walk towards the town gates.

As he approached the back gate, he raised a paw to shield his eyes from the sconce overhead and yelled out, "Anything to report tonight?"

A dark colored panther, barely visible against the night sky, peered down over the edge of the battlement. "All quiet. Well, there was a report earlier of a wild boar roaming close to town. To be honest though, I wouldn't hold much stock in it, more likely just a piglet escaped from the pen again. You know how it is."

"Do I ever." Jaxon muttered. He took a fresh torch from the wall and lit it upon the flame of the nearby sconce. Holding his torch up he stepped outside of the town walls.

He soon found himself meandering along the same path he had been patrolling every night for the last two fortnights. He had seen no signs of any Vaylin troops, no signs of any wild boar, nor any signs of anything really. Just another uneventful night, and yet... something felt off. His ears laid back, his paw drifted closer to the hilt upon his hip. His pulse quickened and his pace picked up to match it. As he drew his sword the world went black. He opened his muzzle to yell and found that he had a mouthful of fabric.

"Shit, get the sword, you idiot." came a gruff voice to the left of him, followed shortly by the feel of sharp claws upon his right wrist. As Jaxon pulled back he found himself entrapped by two very sturdy arms. The claws dug deeper into his wrist, he felt sure they had broken skin. He thrashed against his assailant to no avail and within seconds had lost grip on his hilt. He felt them bind his paws behind his back.

"I'm not sure she's paying us enough for this. This one's feisty, and heavier than he looks." growled the gruff voice from before as Jaxon felt himself dragged and jostled over the dirt path. From the sound of snapping twigs and the thorns catching upon his pants legs he figured they must have dragged him further into the woods. After what felt like an eternity they finally came to a stop.

"Alright, I'm not dragging your sorry ass up these steps, so get your feet under you and move." growled that same voice again. Jaxon shook his head frantically from side to side and growled low in his throat. "Right, hard way it is then. Grab his feet." With a rough heave he found himself suspended between the two captors. He cringed at the hot breath upon his neck as he was unceremoniously hauled up the steps, through a door and dumped upon a hard wooden chair.

Jaxon squinted in the firelight as the black hood was yanked off.

"Thank you, boys." said Rayne as she tossed the hood onto the floor.

"We want more, it was a lot of work to drag him here." growled the leopard with a scarred ear.

"Fat chance, you've gotten all that you're getting." Rayne snarled as she pawed at the dagger on her hip. The two hirelings scoffed and let the door swing shut on their way out.

"What the fuck, Rayne?" Jaxon growled. Rayne crossed her arms across her chest and turned back to Jaxon with a smirk upon her face.

"I bet you aren't bored now." she sniggered. She unsheathed her dagger and with a deft twist of her wrist sliced open her tunic baring the snow colored fur of her midriff and chest. Jaxon gaped as she drew the flat of the blade slowly down between her breasts. "Am I right?"

Jaxon nodded. "No, not feeling bored right now. A bit confused, but definitely not bored." He swallowed roughly as heat rushed into his face.

"What's there to be confused about? You were bored, so I'm fixing it." Rayne stepped closer and straddled his hips. Placing a paw on each of his shoulders, she leaned back a bit and asked, "Okay?"

Jaxon nodded and pulled against the restraints around his wrists. Rayne leaned down and grabbed his bindings with a paw. She yanked downwards and tightened them against the back of the chair. "Good. From now until the end of your shift you belong to me," she purred into his ear. He closed his eyes and gasped as he felt her breath ghost over his face. She gave a soft laugh and then gently traced the path of her breath with the tip of her tongue, sending a chill down his spine. She pulled back slightly, shifting in his lap so that the friction teased his hardening erection. She moved a paw and wrapped it lightly around his neck.

She tightened her thighs around his hips and grinded forward, emphasizing each word as she whispered, "You're going to be a very good pet." Jaxon whimpered and tried to thrust upward, only to meet thin air. Rayne was now hovering over his lap with a stern look on her face. "Perhaps I spoke too soon. I did not tell you to move." Jaxon whimpered again, but remained still. "Better, but you're going to make that up to me." Rayne shrugged her slashed tunic off onto the floor. With one paw upon Jaxon's shoulder and the other cupping her left breast she leaned forward. Her hardening nipple rubbed against Jaxon's muzzle. "Lick it." His tongue darted out between his lips and tentatively lapped at the hardening nub. "You had best do better than that." drawled Rayne.

Jaxon growled deep in his throat and sucked the nipple into his mouth. His eyes drifted shut as he heard Rayne gasp. He swirled the tip of his tongue around the hard nub, first clockwise, then reverse, applying a bit more pressure with each swirl until he could feel her starting to squirm. He picked up the pace as her breath quickened. She moved her paw from his shoulder, gripped into the fur at the nape of his neck and pushed him further into her chest. Her scent flooded into his nose, driving him mad as his cock strained against the confines of his trousers. He shifted on the chair as she continued to hover over him, denying him the friction he so clearly needed. As her body began to shake he raked his teeth over her nipple, forcing a moan from Rayne that rushed straight towards his groin. As she lost control above him she sat down upon his lap, grinding down onto him. He thrust up to meet her, just a bit more and he'd finish too. Just as suddenly as she had landed in his lap, she was gone. Jaxon opened his eyes, an accusatory glare upon his face.

"Oh don't look at me like that, Jax. We aren't finished yet. There's still plenty of time before anyone will notice that you're missing."

Jaxon swallowed the growl that threatened to erupt from his throat. He turned his head and gazed at the dusty floorboards.

"Don't be like that, I promise you'll get what you need." Rayne purred as she knelt by his chair. With deft paws she unlatched his belt and tugged. Jaxon raised his eyes to stare at the equally dirty ceiling and raised his hips slightly. Inch by agonizing inch he felt the rough material of his trousers slide over his legs. Ever so slowly she dragged his trousers down until they pooled at his ankles. After a few uneventful seconds had passed, Jaxon opened his eyes and looked down. Rayne was still kneeling before him with a curious smirk on her face.

"Are you having a good night, Jax?"

Jaxon nodded and when she didn't say anything more his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He cleared his throat and said, "Yes."

"Good." She leaned forward and nuzzled at his inner thigh, her fur tickling his own. A pink wet tongue darted out from between her lips as she lazily licked upwards, ever so slowly. Jaxon gasped as he felt her tongue probing and swirling over his balls. He clenched his still bound paws behind the chair as she pulled one of his balls into her mouth, thoroughly lathering it with her wet tongue. With a soft flick of her tongue she released it, and moved to give the other one the same treatment. Jaxon was breathing hard now as a fresh drop of pre-cum rolled off the tip of his weeping cock. His legs were starting to tremble. As she finished her minstrations upon his balls, she slowly dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft. As she reached the tip, she swirled her tongue around it once, then dipped the tip of her tongue to his slit to catch the pre-cum beading there. She pulled back slightly, pursed her lips and lightly blew cold air over his dampened cock. The sensation sent shivers wracking through his body. She lightly laughed and then with all the skill of someone very practiced, she took him down all the way to the hilt. His breathing quickened, his pulse out of control as he felt her hot throat close around him. He moaned, he couldn't help it, as she began pumping up and down, sucking slightly as she went. With each stroke he felt the telltale signs of his balls tightening up. It wouldn't be long unless he could distract himself, anything to make it go on longer. He started to go over his patrol route in his head, but all he could feel was the steady pull of her hot, tight throat coaxing his orgasm ever closer. Just as he thought that he might have it under control, he felt, rather than heard, Rayne purr around his cock, vibrating straight through to his very core. With a shout he thrust forward and spilled down her eager throat. Even as he rode his orgasm to its completion he felt her swallowing around him, drinking down every last pulse of cum he could give her. With an obscene slurp, she pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her paw. Without saying a word, she stood and walked behind him. After a few seconds he could feel the coldness of her blade cutting through his bindings. As the rope fell away he flexed his paws, feeling the blood rushing back into them. Rayne came back to stand in front of him and extended a paw. Jaxon reached out and allowed her to pull him to his feet. He bent down and clumsily yanked his trousers back up and fastened his belt. As he straightened up, he looked to see Rayne pulling a spare tunic from a discarded sack. She pulled the tunic overhead, turned to face Jaxon and with a smirk upon her face said, "Well then, I suppose you should get back to your boring patrol."