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Marco's Free Kingdom

Though we had negotiated a successful surrender and achieved all of our goals, there was still some work to be done in Carpathia before leaving for the great prize down in Vulpezzia.

There were still some sparsenomads raising a ruckus in the countryside and I dispatchedsome aspiring young officers with detachments to rout them and pacify the region.

Letters were coming in from municipalities on the West and East of the Danube, pledging fealty to _my_new administration. Each letter seemed a little uncertainas to the matter of whether we were a Republic once again or whether we were still a Free Kingdom, I did not bother to correct them as I considered the current state of affairs to be rather provisional. As far as I was concerned, we were merely one Republic as part of the greater Fox Republic that I was about to claim, but saying that now might break the treaty with the wolves that Philippe signed, as we held territory that the Kutlar Alphate got out of that. The wolves were in disarray but I didn't want to poke them, yet.

Politics was a funny game sometimes. You could own contested land but don't you dare publicly acknowledge it. Plus Philippe was liable to bend over for the wolves and let the Alphate swarm Carpathia if I was too loud about this.

Though there was still a lot of work to do, it was also the last time we'd get to truly relax before the longest day and I intended to get the most of it.

I stood up, water trailing down my soaked fur and down into the hot bath.

"Going somewhere, brother?" Sophia asked from one of the other baths in the large complex. It was a cooler bath meant for swimming and she was in a shallow end of the pool, sitting on a staircase massaging her rows of breasts. Goliath's hulking form was walking around the pool, holding Sophia's litter above the water while the kits yippedwith childish delight.

"It's almost dinner time and Vito reserved one of the finest ale-hallsin the cityfor the officers," I stepped out of the pool and two bath attendants, both human women, began patting down my fur with towels, "you're welcome to come."

"I shall pass," she rubbed at her rows of breasts, "I've been advised to avoid spicy foods and alcohol while nursing, both of which Pest is abundant with."

"Suit yourself," I shrugged and shook my body, soaking the attendants with Marco-scented water. They took my impatience in good human and patted down the remaining fur with the towels again before treating it with oil and brushing it.

"Marco, how many people are you mating with?"

I coughed and the attendants smirked for a brief second before returning to my fur.

"Canis, I remember when you blushed at the subject of sex, Sophia!" I grumbled. "Must we discuss this in public?"

"I'm sorry, Marco, but when you've had to witness your brother publicly fornicating multiple times on this campaign, I think you lose the right to keep this private."

"Fucking hell..."

"While a vigorouslibido is a good thing for a tod or vixen to have, doing it too much drains the body of vital male or female energies," Sophia began rambling, "the Alpini School advises both moderation in luxuries or supplementing lost energy, such as drinking semen to avoid loss of male energy."

"By Canis, what happened to fortune telling? You're a philosopher now, too?" I rolled my eyes. "Sophia, I'm not drinking semen no matter who advises it."

"It's good for your health! Alpha Romulus did it all the time and look how long he lived for! Goliath did it after we...after my first heat with him..."

"Goliath, is she bullshitting me?" I called out at the large fox while one of the attendants struggled to straighten my whiskers.

"Anything for her," Goliath said before floating on his back while the kits crawled on his belly, their father being more than a large enough boat for them to go on a voyage.

"Hey," I whispered to the attendants, content to ignore Goliath, and pulled at my sheath, "you missed a spot."

"Wolf semen works better, as they have more natural male-"

"We're done here," I put on a bathrobe, "I love you, sister, but sometimes you're fucking crazy."

"And I swear, you have the thickest head in the world and it has only grown bigger since you became King!"

"I'm not a damned King, I just took over a Kingdom, one that is rightfully a Republic, that's all!"

"There's a difference?" Goliath asked casually before kicking himself off the edge of the pool, shooting across the surface with the kitsshriekingin delight.

I was beginning to regret giving my new brother-in-law time away from his duties as my bodyguard. He was beginning to get a bit mouthier than the taciturn circus fox I recruited a year ago.

Instead of responding to that barb, I remained above it all and got dressed, heading out into the city with a damned army of bodyguards surrounding me. Two cheetahs led the way, being the closest thing to imposing, tall foreigners that I had in my army, while foxes made up my flank and rear.

The citizenry hailed me and bowed deeply as I passed without exception. I was their twice-savior, after all. A few merchants even shoved samples of smoked meat and cheese at my bodyguards, clamoring for the chance to be able to tell the story of how the Great Marco patronized their stall. I allowed a slice of smoked hard cheese to be admitted into my presence and chewed it up with great delight, nodding at the merchant who wagged his tail with glee.

It had only been a year since my last visit to my ancestral home and indeed, it hadn't changed much since the last time, but I found it to be refreshing. My family had seen better times back here before we had migrated, even my Father's debts had been more manageable then. Them being made void by the invasion ofthe Alphate did nothing to make him more fiscally responsibleunfortunately.

But this was not the time to be down, it was a time to celebrate! More vendors demanded I sampletheir produceand my nose caught a whiff of dried beef spiced with paprika and I could not resist chomping on a slice. The spices took me on a journey back to my kithood, when Sophia and I would run around the fair and haggle the merchants for snacks...

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" I suddenly shrieked, pointing at a stone wall tucked into an alleyway.

My bodyguards looked around nervously before the cheetahs locked onto the target of my distress.

Etched onto the wall with chalk were two crude figures. One was a red fox with a bushy tail bending over with a torrent of blood pouring out of his tailholeand the other was a spotted feline standing proud his barbedcock sticking out with crimson dripping from it.

Suddenly, the crowd of merchants grew quiet and shuffled back to their stalls, no longer wishing my attention. The cheetahs were, to their credit, very stoic, but the foxes scowleddeeply and were clearly concerned about how to deal with my outburst.

"Marshal..." one of the cheetahs spoke and I could damn well hear the fur bristling of the foxes behind me, "...it would appear to be a piece of erotic graffiti."

"Yes, yes..." I muttered, staring at the graven image, "very common in cities, yes..."

Vito was right, that prick Levanti had been spreading vicious slander about our dalliance and it had now reached the commonfolk. Canis bless my bodyguards for pretending otherwise, but I knew they knew who it was depicted in that libelous scrawl. I was half-tempted to draw thetruth one day: show me fucking that damned leopard from behind on all the walls in the Republic.

"Wipe it down," I hissed.

One of the cheetahs leapedforward and began brushing it away with the sleeve of his tabard until there was nothing left but gray stone.

"Colored chalk!" I exclaimed as my crew began moving again. "Have you heard of anything more pointless?"

"Quite, sir," the same cheetah with the chalk powder on his sleeve nodded.

"Ought to ban it," I grumbled, "it's an extravagance we could do without! Especially red chalk, do you know how expensive red dye is? It's made from cinnabar, you know? Kits shouldn't be playing with such things, it's poisonous!"

I continued on with my crusade against colored chalk for most of the journey to the pub, with my bodyguards stoically listening without any hint of boredom. I think I made my case very well without letting slip that my real concern was the subject not the color. But one cannot draw red fur or blood without red chalk. A law should be made after I take over.

The pub Vito had booked was located in one of the main city squares and next to a towering stone temple with thin spires reaching into the heavens. It had been some human church long ago but has been consecrated with icons and statues of Canis, though one decoration had been left above the wooden doors as a warning to any human who might disobey the will of the chimeras: a tortured human nailed to a cross.

My bodyguards dispersed the moment I slipped inside the pub. Rows of wooden tables and benches were lined up, populated with foxen soldiers lucky enough to be invited to this celebration. Being a rather upper class pub, the servers were all collared human servants acquired during the wolven occupation and wore nothing save for silk loincloths covering up their crotches. I would have preferred it to have groveling wolven slaves instead, but I wasn't about to tell the pub how to run their business.

Mercifully, as I had heard such businesses punish their slaves if they don't made a good impression, I pinched one of the servers on the rear, forcing him to yelp and smile slowly as he saw my face, nearly spilling a tray of ale he carried. I had no fancyfor humans, but I did not want the poor bastards to suffer for my dislike of flat-faces.

Atop a dais on the far end of the pub was the elite section: Vito sat near the center of a long table next to an empty seat. Livio had his snout up the bare chestof a maleserver while Sister cleared her throat in disapproval, to which Livio retracted and lowered his ears in shame. I was surprised to find Luce was not there, being as she was in the inner circle, but I chalked that up to her perhaps having no wish to engage in a night of drunken debauchery.

"Here's the fox of the hour!" Vito announced as I sat down next to him. A pewter mug of black ale was immediately placed in front of me, all eyes in the pub were on me for the moment.

I said nothing, only nodding solemnly, a quiet approval for everyone to return to their drinking.

"Where's Luce and...?" I caught sight of Taj slinking in through the crowd, hopping across the table and taking a seat next to me, leaning her shoulder on mine, "...and...?"

"Laurent?" Vito offered.

"Right, yes, Laurent."

"The Senatora is busy writing correspondence and Laurent has been given leave to pay a visit with his mate."

"Laurent is married?" I asked and Taj nudged me sharply in the ribs. "Right, right, I forgot. He, uh, he took his pants off a few times to save me, made me forget he had someone waiting for him back home."

Taj patted me on the shoulder and cleared her throat loudly, I took that as a cue I should keep Laurent's sexual activity during his mission private for the poor fox's dignity's sake.

"Well, good for him! I'm glad his mate is okay! You know how wolves are-"

"TO MARSHAL MARCO!" Livio boomed, raising his mug. "TO ITALIA, HE SHALL LEAD US!"

"CHEERS!"

Unfortunately, much of that evening in the pub has been lost to my memory. The ale was very fine indeed and I saw no reason to savor it slowly when I was assured the casks were plentiful, despite the carnage the nomads wrecked on the region's agriculture.

All I remember is kissing Taj passionately, singing the Battle Hymn of the Vulpines, and my bladder very suddenly squeezing tightly as the vast quantities of ale passed through my system.

Excusing myself, I stumbled through the kitchen, enjoying the scent of stewed meat with paprika, and exited into a back alley.

It was a warm summer night now and the alleyway was pitch black, but I did not smell nor hear anyone in it. Still, I did not wish any random person to barge through the back door and get a sight of the future Dictator's sheath, so I shuffled deeper into the alley, stopping behind a waste-bin and lowering my trousers.

What a relief it was, feeling my bladder empty and the piss streaming onto the ground. I sniffed, catching a distinct scent signature that belonged to me, which would remain marked onto the territory until the next rainfall. This was Marco's city.

"Whats wrong, dear?"

A vixen whispered from a window above me. A large building housing numerous tiny apartments was just beyond the fence I was marking my territory on.

"N-nothing, it's..."

The voice was low but my ear's correctly caught it as Laurent's.

"Don't you find me..." she paused, "...you still..."

"Of course I do!" Laurent snapped. "It's just...you wouldn't understand!"

"Here, let me try-"

"NO!"

"Laurent! What happened to you!?" she sobbed.

"I..." Laurent choked, "...he...I can't..."

"It's okay," she hushed, "it's okay...just give it time...it'll be okay..."

"I can't...I can't..."

"I love you, Laurent."

"I'm a failure..."

There was nothing more to hear, just crying. I hiked up my trousers and left the two of them to their woes.

Before I could enter the pub again, I found my bodyguards waiting by the door.

"What's the matter?" I asked them.

"Senatora Luce has requested your immediate presence," one of the foxes explained.

"Canis be damned! She can wait!"

"Senatora Luce made it clear that it was urgent and cannot wait," the fox continued, "General Vito has already given us approval to escort you back."

"Fine!" I scowled. "Lead the way!"

The streets were mostly deserted, save for meager patrols of foxes. Having a military curfew in place generally makes one less likely to casually stroll around for a breath of fresh air at night.

As we approached the bridge leading to the palace, we spotted a wolf cub with red chalk scrawling the following on the ground:

MARCO S-

I stomped my boot as the wolf finished the last letter and he peered around, blue eyes staring widely at me and my entourage.

"Go on, then," I ordered the cub.

Tail tucked between his legs, he finished off his masterpiece:

MARCO SUPERIOR.

"Good," I nodded, "now get the hell out of here before I have you arrested for breaking curfew. GET!"

The wolf scurried off with a yelp and we continued on.

"Red chalk again," I muttered, "you think he might be the mastermind behind the first case we saw today?"

"Perhaps," a cheetah nodded.

"Something to keep in mind at least," I rubbed my chin, "how many urchins do you think know how to read and write?"

"Not a lot."

"Yet this cub could write just fine!" I exclaimed. "Very suspicious, if you ask me!"

"Sir," the cheetah cleared his throat, "do you wish us to capture this cub?"

"No, no," I shook my head, "I'm just rambling."

"Very good, sir."

Arriving at the castle, a combined group of vixen and female human servants rushed us into the wing where Luce's bedroom was. They requested I dismiss my fox bodyguards and I did so, not quite grasping the implication just yet.

It wasn't until I entered her bedroom that I realized what she wanted me to come hither for.

Rotten egg smell assaulted my nose as I sniffed and it was coming straight from Luce, who laid flatly in her bed with her claws buried into the mattress, and looking very unpleased. My bodyguards shut the door on us, leaving us alone.

She was in heat, it didn't take long for my nose to trace the smell coming from her oozing thighs. She was in heat and her scent was not at all appealing to my nose, her and I were a bad match. Sophia would have a million things to say about the meaning behind the scent I grabbed from Luce's glands, but even to me, I could tell mating with her would be a mistake.

Humans tend to be under the impression that we'll rut with any vixen that has oozing thighs during mating season, but but this is false. If someone has a bad scent, it will not make them any more appealing.

But we don't get to chose our political mates, do we?

"Luce," I choked, squeezing my nose, "you're scent-dropping all over the place! It's only Summer!"

"Yes..." she panted, tongue lolling out and trailing drool, "...my heat came early. You must mate with me."

"Gods, the smell!" I hacked. "You reek!"

"We're not doing this to be fucking romantic, we're doing this to create a political dynasty!" Luce snarled, baring her sharp teeth. "Get your damn pants off, take your damn cock out of your sheath, and fuck me, now. Believe me, I'd rather not do this either."

"I thought we were going to do this after taking Vulpezzia."

"And wait another year for a heat? We're doing his now."

"Fuck."

I really hoped I had more time before this. Not once had I ever been attracted to Luce, she was a useful ally, that was all. Marrying her was going to be the biggest mistake of my life, but if we delivered a healthy litter I wouldn't have to do this again.

Time to do my duty. One which I had no desire to do but had to do it.

Knocking on the door, I called in a servant and got a cup of ale. I downed it and passed it back to the maid and slowly lowered my trousers as I approached the vixen, her rancid scent growing more overpowering with every step.

Crawling atop her clumsily, I held my breath and leaned into her face, nuzzling the side of her muzzle.

"Skip the foreplay," she sternly demanded.

"Right, right."

It was a strange sensation, removing her sheets and lining up my hips to her vagina. I was quite fond of foreplay and normally did not rush the job. Even when I was enjoying the company of a captive I still liked to make sure they enjoyed mating with me, such as with Galip.

My cock was unresponsive as I unsheathed it, erect but lacking any of the wonderful sensations stroking it would normally cause.

"Can I invite Galip?" I whispered. "It might help."

"No," Luca snarled, "we cannot have any whisperings about our bedroom dealings. It must be just us this time."

"Fuck..."

Her folds were burning hot as I stuck the tip of my cock into them, almost like she was suffering a fever. It provided some stimulation to my penis, just a little.

"Ugh..." I grunted as I thrust, "you like that?"

Luce rolled her eyes and laid there looking annoyed.

She wasn't giving me a lot to work with. At the very least she could have tied herself up or pretended to be a slave or something exciting, it would have distracted from her awful stench.

Pride has been a common accusation thrown my way, so let this be a lesson that I do possess some degree of humility. Indeed, I have described in great detail all of my sexual triumphs in this book, so let me be clear that even I am capable of having a bad night in bed.

Let that be a lesson to anyone who believed any slander they might have heard about some of my alleged bedroom activities.

It was a hard, exhausting session and it might have been about half an hour before I finally was able to force a climax. My knot did not swell, but a thin trail of semen squirted out from the tip of my cock into her vagina. I slipped out, gasping.

"Disappointing," Luce muttered contemptuouslyand raised her pelvis into the air, "all that talk of your sexual prowess has been mere boasting, I see."

"It's usually better," I folded my ears back. Luce began thrusting her thighs slowly upward. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Increasing the chance of conception," she gruntedand continued her exercises, "someone didn't do his job and knot me. I'm not going to let this sorry attempt at mating go to waste."

"Can I go now?"

"Yes."

I wasted no time gathering up my clothes, slapping them on, and getting the hell out of there. I was going to be a father, a husband; or else I'd be unlucky and have to mate with that vixen again next heat.

Thanks Vulpa that my flaccid thrusts and tiny spurt were enough to conceive life. But at that moment, I had no idea and dreaded failure.

I spent the rest of the evening in the baths, alone, washing off the scent of sex until I was satisfied it was gone.