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Far across the sea from the immortal dragon's palace, sat the city of Auruminius. A glimmering city where all the houses had golden roofs, where the wolven guards all wore plate of gold, and every weapon was plated with gold. It was the capital of the Serendine Republic; a merchant guild that had bought their freedom from the Imperium a century back, and since then hastily achieved a dominance of the Sapphire Sea. Their ships were unmatched in prowess, their soldiers carried swords made of steel stronger than any other in the known world. Despite their relative small size compared to their neighbours, there was no doubt that the Serendine Republic was not to be trifled with.

These were the facts that ran through Tyrus' mind as he gazed out over the city. It was his home, and he wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world. Not that he had much of a choice, either. With his brother overseas, it had been left to Tyrus to govern the Caisus Trading House. Still, he didn't mind the intricacies of trading and finances, and it made a wonderful change from chasing down leads as spymaster of the Arx.

"Pondering life's great questions?" a female voice asked from behind the wolf. He turned around and saw that it belonged to the Arx's daughter, Theadora. "How was it you came to be left in charge of your family? Your older brother ran off in cowardice after he picked a fight with the wrong brigand, was that it?"

Oh. She knew how to push his buttons, but Tyrus knew better than to take the bait. "Lord Hieronymus is furthering the interests of the Republic, Lady Theadora, as you would do well to remember. What brings you to my offices, then?" Seating himself behind his desk, he watched as a large eagle landed on the railing, seemingly unnoticed by the wolfess in his office.

Trailing a claw over the desk, she showed off the fancy golden claws that doubled as a defensive weapon. "You're the spymaster. Am I not allowed to keep tabs on what you're working on? Or are you too paranoid that I'll spill your beans to my father?"

"I have nothing to hide from the Arx, and you know this very well, Theadora. Your father raised my family out of poverty and gave us duties so that we may serve the Republic. I would never betray his trust," Tyrus leaned forward, narrowing his eyes with a low growl. "Unlike you."

And there it was. The expression he was hoping for; the wolfess' eyes went wide and her facial muscles had trouble hiding her concern. He knew. His informants had told him all about her attempts at gathering dirt on his father's business partners, though they hadn't been able to tell him why. And without any actual crime, he hadn't been able to bring it to the court either. For now, it was merely material for blackmail.

"What's that, tiger got your tongue?" He smirked with confidence. "I would advise you leave my office now, Lady Theadora, lest I call your father in for a talk about business affairs."

Without another word said, the wolfess hurried out and slammed the door shut. The eagler on the railing let out a screech, hopping onto the chair across the desk; its eyes glowed green as it looked at Tyrus. A swirling green mist poured out between its feathers, creating an isolated fog that soon gave way to a naked fox. Half the height of the wolf, but taller than the average fox, he leaned on the chair and chuckled gleefully. "I do so enjoy watching my big strong wolf taking on the establishment."

The spymaster shrugged and leaned back, before grabbing a silk sheet from a pile that hadn't been put away yet. He threw it to the fox, who promptly put it around his waist. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Janus. I don't want to drag you into all the business of government or finances, but you do have terrible timing."

"Darling, don't you worry about it," Janus replied and poured himself a goblet of wine, casting his eyes around the office. "I do admit this is quite a pleasant place. No wonder you enjoy spending so much time here." The fox brought the goblet up to his lips, taking an agonizingly long sip of it before smacking his lips and leaning forwards. "I bring you news from the land abroad."

That was enough to change the mood immediately. The wolf leant on the table and opened his eyes wide in interest. His older brother had gone off in search of a valuable artifact, worth enough to buy the position of Arx, not to mention a whole fleet of merchant vessels. Tyrus stared eagerly at his friend, trying to suppress the need to ask.

With a chuckle, Janus clapped his handpaws together. "He visited some local dragon lord - calls himself a deity, I believe. Seems to think the beauty is somewhere relatively close by, so he's enlisted the help of a local tribesman. Should fortune favour him, he may be home before the turn of the season."

Leaping to his feet, the wolf clasped his handpaws together and pulled the fox from his chair. "I could bloody well kiss you, Janus! In fact, I think I just might!" The shapeshifter was held tight in his arms, writhing in surprise and slightly awkward as the towel was slowly sliding off his waist. But Tyrus didn't care - this was the best news he'd had all day. As he let the fox go from the hug, the wolf tug a large swig of the wine and chuckled heartily. "This is wonderful news, Janus!"

The fox settled back into the chair, not bothering with the towel a second time. "Indeed it is, darling. I would suggest we celebrate it, but it appears you've already started without me." He cast a gaze at the bottle, which the wolf was holding firmly.

Catching the fox's gaze, the wolf smirked. "I think we can celebrate far more," his eyes quickly traversed over the lithe body of the being in front of him, and he felt his heart beating a tad faster. It had been a good six cycles since he'd last seen the changeling, but he never forgot that creature's touch. "Let's celebrate, then. Not just the news, but your return?"

Stepping out of the chair, the fox licked his lips and slid gracefully up in front of the wolf; one of his handpaws gently rested on the bare chest of the wolf, sliding down over his soft, light grey belly before working rather elegantly to undo the clasp on his belt. "To news and returns, then," the fox said, reaching up and planting a tender kiss on his partner's lips. "And a damn good wine..."

His touch was magical. Tyrus didn't even feel his belt slip off, yet as soon as the kiss was broken, he found himself without trousers. His iron pauldrons - which bore the symbol of the Republic - remained on, but of course they didn't cover any intimate bits either. He watched the fox's slender muzzle disappear below his eyesight, and soon felt a soft, yet warm and damp tongue over his sheath. It throbbed. He hadn't gotten off for days, owing to the stress and busy nature of his work. But goodness he needed it.

The fox's tongue began to work its magic; it dragged along the underside of the wolf's sheath, only encouraged by how it was swelling against it. A lick along the side, then the other side, and to finish it off the fox would run his tongue around his fuzzy orbs before dragging it back up along the underside of the sheath. As the pink fleshy tip peeked from the light brown fuzzy hiding place, the changeling spared no time in tasting it between his lips. The warmth around his sensitive member's very tip made Tyrus shudder and buck his hips; precum spurted into the fox's muzzle.

As if to attempt and coerce more of the fluid from the shaft, the fox's tongue snuck its way into his sheath, provoking another shudder from the large wolf. What a sensation it was. The warm, damp maw that his shaft was growing into felt as if it was created just for his sake. He couldn't help but place an encourage handpaw on the back of Janus' head, letting out another shuddering grunt. The scent of sex began to fill his nostrils as well, his eyes fixating on the golden furred companion between his legs - in particular that plump rear.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he was facing the door, Tyrus might not even have noticed it slid open amidst the bliss. A singular wolfguard stepped in, a letter clutched in his hand as he eyed the spymaster with surprise. "Sir, letter from the Arx here. Should I - uh - just leave it?"

"Ahh," Tyrus stammered, as the fox didn't seem at all bothered by being observed - in fact, he moved a handpaw up to give a gentle squeeze to the pair of fuzzy orbs as he swallowed the entirety of the wolf's shaft. "Y-Yes, guardswolf, just... Leav- ahh... Leave it on the table there..."

When the guardswolf had stepped out again, Tyrus pulled the fox's head back with a chuckle. "I still owe you a kiss," he said, pulling his partner into a standing position and leaning close. Their lips touched, just as their bodies connected. His throbbing, saliva covered canine shaft pressed up against the fox's own erection, and just as flesh touched flesh, so did lips touch lips. Their tongues intertwined.

A moment later, Tyrus swung the fox around in a half-circle, pushing him onto the table. But never once did he break the kiss, even as his cocktip pressed eagerly against the fox's tight tailhole. And when the tip pushed in, and he felt the warmth open up before it, his moan was suppressed by the fox's muzzle. It was only then they broke the kiss, and gazed at each other. He felt a connection to this changeling; something they had shared since their very first meeting. It wasn't just a romantic connection, but a spiritual one.

And a very physical one, the wolf mused to himself before putting a little more pressure behind his hips. He could feel the fox's sphincter expand around his shaft, and if he needed confirmation he could just have listened to the other male's loud, heartfelt moans. This was perfection. His member stretched the fox wide as he finally hilted inside him, allowing him but a moment to recuperate and adapt before he pulled his shaft back out, following it up with a more merciless push.

Placing a handpaw on the fox's fuzzy chest, the wolf began to adopt a hard, thrusting rhythm. His shaft was angled perfectly, too; every thrust into the fox elicited a moan from the male as the fleshy rod rubbed against his prostate, and made the vulpine's member twitch and leak with pre onto his belly and down onto the table below them. And the table itself began to creak as Tyrus' thrusts grew in intensity.

At the base of his girthy shaft, his knot had already swollen to a tremendous size, and he knew he wasn't going to last long in the arms of the changeling. But he was determined to 'win', so with a hard push, he thrust his knot into the other male. They let out moans in unison, but the wolf kept his orgasm at bay, and moved his handpaw to the fox's slickened shaft.

A few expedient strokes were all that it took before jets of the hot, exquisite seed spewed forth from the vulpine's shaft in waves. And Tyrus took it as his cue: with a few hard thrusts, his knot each time threatening to pop free, he built himself up to his climax. With a final collision of their hips, the wolf let out a howl - his balls emptied their seed deep into the bowels of his partner, in a much needed release for them both.

Left panting and stuck together, the wolf picked his partner up and slumped against a futon that had been lined up against a wall. "I guess that's how you say 'welcome back' among your kin?" the wolf mused, stroking over his partner's back as he cast a glance over the letter that had been left for him. Reaching out with his clean hand, he read over the first line of it.

"Master Caisus, the Imperials have sent an emissary. We are at war."