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AN:Finally wrote something. Here it is, enjoy, all you dirty furs. And Vausch Greenwich . This guy is writing it with me. We've got lots planned for this story so rate and comment and fap away. This story takes place based off Corruption of Champions, a wonderfully smutty game found at www.Fenoxo.com/play

Mareth, land of rape and violence, where nothing and no one could be trusted and the power of sex reigned supreme. The food, the water, the very air itself had unpleasant effects. A dog who partook of the fruit might well find his pride replaced with the barbed shaft of a feline. Nothing on a person was safe, not race, not species, not gender and certainly not virginity. But, as long as a person knew the difference between the fruits with Feline attributes and those with Vulpine, Marsupial, etc, they could engineer themselves to an appearance of choice. There was even something of a science to it, though nothing exact, to be sure. Of course, there were also the substances that would grow or remove certain genitalia, all introduced by the demons.

_ For years, there had been very little to oppose the demons, letting them rampage unchecked, taking whatever they wanted. Then came Renfear, an Arctic wolf accidentally slipped into their land. Slowly, over the course of many battles through the long, grueling months, Mareth started to become just a little bit less dangerous as the powerful succubi and incubi that ruled fell, but their ever elusive Queen never appeared._

After defeating an Incubus Lord who'd been running a breeding farm, Renfear stumbled across a hidden portal leading, not to some secret lair as he'd expected, but to a whole new world, a world where the air wasn't rife with the toxic aura of sex, where the people weren't engaged in constant orgies. They were just normal, ordinary, not deformed people living their lives... it was also where the Incubus had been kidnapping people for his breeding farm.

He'd done everything he could for the poor souls who'd been strapped down and molested for months on end, forced to bear demonic spawn. A quick poll determined who had originally been male and they'd had their magically added, massive lactating breasts removed, everything set back to as close to original as Ren could conveniently get it and then, he'd led them home.

The great and tearful reunions that followed were nothing Ren hadn't seen before, having rescued people from demons before but this time, the mayor of the small village the hidden portal led to offered a reward, and this new world offered just what Renfear wanted. He wanted a place to rest from being constantly in danger, where he wouldn't have to be watching his back all the time. The mayor was more than happy to oblige...

"I should write a book about my life," Renfear murmured, a small towel in his paw drying the inside of a shot glass. A small collection of alcoholic beverages rested behind a nice, heavy oak counter. His house, a gift from the mayor wasn't very large but it was certainly well furnished with everything a single male might need, despite the fact he only came back periodically. It was more of a summer home, a seasonal retreat for an otherwise hardworking warrior. Though, he couldn't really consider himself single in all respects. Every trip back to Mareth was guaranteed to have all the sexy the exceptionally libidinous wolf could handle.

"A book, you say? Only if you've had an interesting life," a new voice answered from the front door. It was fairly common for Ren to have guests. Later in the evening, some of the men would drop by for a drink. They paid, of course, and so Renfear had a small, unofficial bar going on down on the ground level of his house. Although, it was more common for people to come by in the evenings since there was work to be done during the day. Getting a visitor at high noon was something of a rare occurrence.

The newcomer, a large brown Timberwolf stood in the doorway until Ren gestured him in and the wolf adjusted his posture accordingly, a fitting standard of his gentry. "Permit me if you would, the precise distinctions of introduction." A paw extended forward in offering. "Vausch Greenwich, of House Greenwich."

Renfear accepted the offered paw, giving it a firm shake as customary for canines. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Renfear, bartender and occasional mercenary when the mood strikes me. Can I get you a drink?"

Vausch Greenwich perked in alertness to the latter disclosure, "Mercenary?" he quipped taking seat on one of the many leather bar stools. "Scotch if you would." the Wolf took great practice in his overall demeanor and etiquette, his fur was free of incongruity in proper places, his crimson wool suit pressed and lint-free.

With a well used motion, Renfear pulled out two small glasses, filling them with a practiced ease. Into one, he pours scotch as requested, and a good brand, not for the regulars. For himself, he poured certain light, teal colored tequila. The scotch slid to the other wolf, leaving Ren with his own drink. "Yeah, though it's more a vigilante sort of thing and it sounds more dignified than resistance freedom fighter," he answered slowly, working out how to tell the story in an easy to follow manner. He'd neglected to mention much about himself to the other villagers if nothing else because of the headache of explaining otherworldly travel

Sipping on his scotch, Vausch gave no initial reaction to the notion of insurgency, the faintly sweet aroma served as suitable interference to defer the Timber Wolf from reflection on the possible connotations, "A thrill seeker?" he referenced of course to the vigilantism, nearby villages often suffered from the petulance of corrupt officials with no relief from any other but their own citizenry. "An exquisite bouquet of aromatic fraternization with the chicanery of liquid courage." remarking upon the scotch he brought the cup to his muzzle, sampling its contents.

The white wolf gazed down into the teal liquid filling his glass and sighed, thinking back on all the strange, depraved things he'd seen (and participated in) in his... admittedly, rather unusual life and suddenly felt the need to wash the memory away, which he did by tilting his head back and downing his short of tequila in one smooth go. "It's not nearly so romanticized as that in reality. It's... a dirty cocktail of sweat, dried blood and pounding hormones. It's a potent neurotoxin that infects no matter how experienced or prepared one is, spreading terror like a virus. It's a very shady business, one I urge you to stay well away from."

The Timber emanated a satisfied sigh--the quality chosen by the barkeep quickly became evident in the subtle details of the scotch's character, the same attention to detail was given to the desperado recanting his exploits. "Sweat, dried blood, and pounding hormones?" a gentle thump of the tumbler being placed down onto the counter cascaded into the Timber's raunchy interpretation, "Where might I sign up?" he asked as he rested his paws atop the oak counter, sliding the glass aside to get better perspective of his present fascination. Polished ebony claws drummed rhythmically given but a slight distraction to the intense amber eyes sizing up the barkeeps claims.

Renfear heard the response and laughed, though the sound had just the slightest hint of bitterness to it. Well, if Vausch really wanted a hint of what that life was like, there was always a good way to find out. Closing his eyes, the Arctic Wolf stood up and took a deep breath, his heavy tail starting to wag behind him. Standing at 6'5, the wolf towered over most others as he moves closer to his new acquaintance. "Well well. I don't know if you're up to the challenge..." He gave a slow, lascivious grin, looking the other male over, "Is there some law that prevents a noble like you from lifting tail for a commoner?"

The Greenwich mocked with a shocked expression, his paw covering his mouth denouncing such bawdy advances, "The audacity!" an exasperated huff kept up the charade, "I'll have you know I've clawed and torn my way into plenty of 'fields' of turmoil." a sharp rumble in the Timber's throat gave a clear sense of what sort of person he really was, standing to almost match his Arctic counterpart's height he pitched a firm rebuttal. "The laws hold little against those in power, you should know that." the carnal grin spreading across his maw would certainly strike wonder as to if his nobility engaged in the same corrupt politics Ren fought against. Or at least, he assumed it was politics, still ignorant of the truth of Ren's battles.

A quirked a brow very succinctly demonstrated how very clearly unimpressed with the other wolf's façade the Arctic was. He'd had quite enough of people putting on airs during his life and had little patience to spare on them anymore. His bright blue eyes stared deep, unblinking into Vausch's as he stepped forward and with no hesitation or misgivings, slipping his paw down to get a firm grip on the other male's sheath through the covering of his suit pants. "I really don't think you could handle where I'm from. Many people think they know a hard fight, think they have the resolve; they have no idea what it takes out there."

Finally, that self assured Timberwolf faltered for the smallest of juncture. His jaw loosened, giving deference to hues of blue which captivated him, in the moment rendering a shudder of appreciation, he gasped, "Careful." The forbidden region Ren clasped onto held one of the more distinguishable features of the Timber, his endowment was more sizable than most, but it remained unclear if that would hold any advantage to the coming conflict. "I get out of hand when backed into a corner." His paw came to rest on the Arctic's face, his claw slowly trailing across the cheek, skin breaking, it was an extension of territorial challenge but Renfear didn't blink, didn't acknowledge the wound at all even as his blood stained the otherwise pristine white fur coating his body.

"Careful? Don't like having your authority challenged? Well, that's alright, I've beaten down more than a few opponents. It's so much more satisfying when the go, kicking and screaming all the way to getting mounted and knotted.... but then, I bet you know all about that, don't you, sir?" he asked, but even the title was a challenge. All throughout the exchange, his grip on the other wolf's sheath didn't loosen at all. "I want to feel you moaning underneath me... You have a problem with that?" Indeed, Vausch's smug attitude irritated him and he felt the need to do something about it.

On the other side of the encounter, Vausch could feel a stirring within him, a torrent of emotions that had so many times before intoxicated his judgment, heightened his senses, and primed him for dealing with the natural orders of his quandary. "A harshness encapsulated in a figure of grace." Feigning a submission, the Timber forced relaxation, pressing himself against the taller figure of two or three inches, he found embrace. "You bleed so sublimely." a coo of whisper trailed into his challenger's ear, his composure starting to fade with each passing moment, the rise and fall of his chest against Ren's followed a restrained snarl. "I always choose to admire art in its entirety." A wet tongue trailed the trickling blood, the other free hand of the Wolf digging claws into Ren's chest.

Renfear twisted his head to the side, a thin, forked muscle slipping out of his muzzle to firmly lick up the other wolf's tongue when it was exposed. At the same time, his hands moved up, steadily and insistently working to get Vausch's pants off. Those claws on his body stung, but his fur, long and extremely dense, helped to dull the feel of those nails pressing into him. "Such a sinful understatement, you have no idea just how much there is to me. I could give you a taste of it... and all you have to do is bend over and lift your tail. Trust me, it feels so good to submit to a stronger male," he whispered, voice rough, husky with restrained desires.

Vausch Greenwich did not abdicate from his ruse, two dominant canines in such enthusiasm always became slaves to their lust, Vausch knew every performance need key performers, and while he was adept at both roles the creature before him absorbed his chances to retreat, he wanted to assert his feral capacity as much as Ren, but now wasn't the time. "So that I would feel only a gentle buffering from your heated loins? I fear the end result would have your muzzle buried firmly into a pillow, crying aloud your subservience to House Greenwich, a fuck toy at best darling, so fit for a commoner too." the insult aimed to rile his prey, pressing deeper his claws found puncture at his disrobing, his sheath began to pulse and expand in a fervor equal to the growing lust between the two, his pheromones were began to saturate the air around them, pungent and full of vigor. Ren would quickly realize he had another Alpha inclined lupine to deal with, one that would do all in his power to seize control and share a fate far more violent and passionate than previously offered by the Arctic. He began to slowly descend his claws against the strong chest of his rival, the way the blood coated the white purity fired him up in ways not known to him before.

Renfear blinked a few times, noting those claws, his mind racing as his battle honed instincts fired up. Just like in Mareth, some battles were decided when on party became so overcome with lust that, in desperation, they'd let themselves be taken by an enemy just to get that sweet release. This was not a place he'd ever anticipated to have such a battle and yet they were one of his most fought. "Perhaps I've had a little too much to drink... Being so noble and generous, surely you won't mind if I help myself." Sucking his stomach in away from those claws, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around the tip of Vausch's arousal, flicking his forked tongue back and forth over the head, both paws joining him to work; one paw massaged the other wolf's hefty sack and the second went to contain that growing shaft in his fingers, letting him take only as much as desired into his muzzle.

The sting of weakness rippled through him the Timberwolf, a clear downside to his notable endowments came in form of considerable sensitivity, carnal and bestial fantasies of the Artic warrior flooded his mind each stroke of the exotic tongue causing a cringe of pleasure. His paws found home gripping the delicate ear-tips of the commoner, it was his only way to cope, without the constant clash of carnal desires he would shatter under his key weakness. "Oh god..." another wave of blissful passion caused the Timber to quake, it was now or never: With a firm tug of the ears he aimed to have his engorgement nestled warmly in the caress of his lover's throat, gently he rubbed the sensitive nerve endings at his aggressive motions, every lupine had a soft spot for the ears, and he figured Ren was no exception. Renfear did indeed have a soft spot for the ears but foresight saved him the possibility of being face fucked. With his paw wrapped tightly around the other wolf's engorged shaft, there was no way it could fit in his muzzle; Ren's fist made sure that there simply wasn't room. It allowed him to maintain control, working only the top inch with light sucks and teasing licks. The hard tug on his ears has the Artic looking up at the other, making eye contact and letting out a soft whining moan around the dick in his mouth. All the while, his tongue licked relentlessly at the opening, the forks on his serpent-like tongue teasing down inside.

The brown wolf began to realize his slow and systematic defeat, if something did not change soon, if control of some sort could not be uncovered he would crumble under the prodigious caress of the 'peasant'. "This...Is-..." a desperate shot at gaining ground vocalized in his snarl, the intensity in his eyes a growing conflagration, but the unrelenting exertion of Ren was becoming too much."Over!" a weak roar bellowed from his lungs, his opponent had found just the right spot to send a wave of craze bursting through the Timber, the ears he tenderly coaxed would share the twinges of his passion, claws pressed into them, the blood vessels within would surely scream in stimulation but would not bleed, not yet.

The sudden pressure on his tender ears pulled out a half choked yelp at the sudden pain but this Artic was a fighter through and through, especially when sex was on the line, there was little the wolf wouldn't do. The sudden attack on his ears infuriated the wolf and in retaliation, he folded his tongue in on itself and shoved it down inside the Timber's urethra, pushing as deep inside it as he could. His other paw grabbed the male's balls and twists, his powerful grip exerting a dangerous pressure, letting Vausch know without the necessity of words that if his ears were not released there would be dire and quite possibly permanent consequences. Wisely, the wolf quickly chose to abide by the Arctic's ultimatum, "Easy!" The ears placed under so much scrutiny were released for the duration of Ren's upper-handed position, "Seems we both have a soft spot." the Timber's deduction was nothing of extraordinary capacity, most canines did in fact hold a tenderness to the ears, but this was different. "I could remove you from the hell and squander your kind live in you know." His bravado and arrogance did hold some truth to it, Nobles were a heinous life of privilege and excess, the life of a commoner was wrought with suffering and oppression, an inhumane system in were some races were to be found superior than others. "You wouldn't need to raise another weapon ever again, a life of passion and luxury awaits. Renounce your pathetic heroism and it is yours." His paw came to rest atop Ren's head, his fingers gently gliding through the dense fur, their eyes locked in an unspoken war of their own.

The Arctic wolf couldn't help the smirk of satisfaction when the other wolf realized that he was fighting a losing battle as fast as sensitive spots goes. So, the Timber decided, evidently, to try a different tactic; persuasion. Despite that, Renfear had his eye on one thing and one thing alone and nothing would deter him. Even were that not the case, everything Renfear possessed, he'd fought hard and earned. To have the world handed to him on a silver platter would indeed come with a price and his self respect was not something he was willing to pay. His eyes carried in them a look of measured defiance as his paws both dropped their positions to grab that noble ass and pull as he thrust his head down, forcing himself to swallow down as much of Vausch's length as he could, the male's shaft still bulging from the tongue down inside it as he started to move his head back and forth, tongue-fucking that thick cock.

It was coming to the final stages for the Timber, the carnal intensity he could not restrain was nearing its peak--his claws found home into the strong broad shoulders of the Artic, his head slung back in a steady coo of ecstasy, his back bowed back into an arch re-actively. "Y-you d-dirty...." his voice trembled in a strained growl, it was a desolate endeavor to fight through Renfear's defiant and sensual characteristics, the way that forked tongue wiggled about in his most sensitive of regions was heavenly. "C-Common..." There again an explosion of indescribable sensation, "Ohhh fuck!" His howl collapsed the ambiance around them, it sang with sweet, sweet indulgence, his claws sank deeper and deeper, the crimson life essence of the Arctic poured from the wounds. The hefty sack below the Timber's endowment began to shift quite noticeably, climax was nearing for Vausch.

Ren could feel it too and let out a low groan, making his throat and everything within vibrate, the resonance of his tongue making that wave hit all along the shaft in his muzzle, teasing every inch, inside and out. He moaned and sucked harder, paws massaging that firm rump as he bobbed and slurped and felt those balls tensing up from his actions. Rather adept at this form of pleasuring, he'd pull his tongue out at the last second, letting that slightly swollen channel unload. Even as his pure, snowy fur was further tainted with blood, he never let up, the pain giving him determination to win this battle and claim his prize. His fingers stroked that prize, moving gently over the other male's tailhole as he did his best to bring the Timber to that long awaited orgasm.

Every effort seemed to be void in fighting against what was surely to come, "Ohh god..." the Timberwolf's voice trembled again calling to a higher power to save him from this defeat-- his calls would not be answered. In a gesture of surrender the Timber released his ferocious grip on Renfear's shoulders, they would not serve stimulating enough to bring about the final wave of bliss he needed to release. His back arched further, he did not reject Renfear's devious fingers from finding their prize, a bloodied paw snatched the tumbler now void of scotch that was the final key needed. "Renfear!!" his howl roared that no one could rival from his pleasure, in doing so his hand coiled around the glass, causing it to crack and finally break. The shattered remains of the cup began to sink into the Timber's paw, blood gushing onto the oak counter, the mixture of pain and pleasure proved too much, in a violent motion his sack jumped as the proverbial flood gates opened, the amount of cum to erupt was just as awesome as his other features.

Renfear let out a mental sigh of relief as the attack on his shoulders ended. His eyes widened, hearing the sound of shattering glass and yet more blood falls to stain his white fur, as well as implanting a few shards of glass in his dense coat. He ignored it. Victory was so close and with the pulsing in his mouth it arrived. His tongue pulled back as thick blasts of cum filled his muzzle. The first gush, he swallowed without hesitation and after that though, he only swallowed what was needed, keeping as much in his mouth as he could hold though he couldn't deny the pleasure of that thick seed sliding down his throat. Once he'd gotten every drop of cum, he stood and looked over at the broken glass and the blood all over his nice counters. Shaking his head, he grabbed his own empty glass and unloaded all that cum that filled his muzzle into it, leaving him free to talk. "That's right now it's time you pay me my due. Bend over, lift your tail," he ordered, eyes stern, not willing to brook any argument. He was going to fuck the Timber one way or another.

The day was full of such lust and passion. Vausch panted uncontrollably, he hadn't felt so carefully tended to in so long. "If you disappoint..." the Timber turned to face the oak counter, his large brown tail lifting to expose his eager tail-hole, "You'll spend the next month shackled to my bed post, serving as nothing more than a cock sleeve to my brothers and I." Resting his elbows against the counter he winked tauntingly to the Artic, his tongue sensually lapping up the steadily flow of blood from his paw.

Him, disappoint? Snorting, Ren downed his tumbler full of cum and dropped to his knees. That blood streaked muzzle pushed under the male's tail and his tongue lapped at it, getting it wet and worming inside. Once in, his tongue served as a funnel, snowballing almost that entire muzzle full of cum into that hot, tight hole. The Artic dropped his pants to show off his hard nine inches, 12 if a swollen knot were included and lubes himself up with the rest of the wolf seed still in his muzzle. Without any other preparation, his cum slicked tip pressed to Vausch's tailhole and his fat, canid shaft pushed inside. "Hmph. Right. How does it feel, getting fucked with your own seed?" he asked, just before grabbing the noble's paw to lick the blood clean himself.

The Timber was never one to critique the lewd acts of two lovers in the heat of passion, he would not openly admit it but Vausch was one addicted to auto-fellatio, his own seed was one welcomed, "You might find out by the day's end love..." at his final word the Artic's malehood began to sink in, it's width and presence an intoxicating instrument to fuel the Timber's near insatiable lust. "Deeper...Please..." his eyes rolled back as his body trembled with unmitigated pleasure. Renfear would soon realize that the petulant Noble would be one of his hardest prey to fully please. With an almost whorish adroitness the Wolf's tail-hole expanded inch by inch, squeezing with an almost painful vice grip, the same coo of ecstasy gently fell from his lips as his own distended cock began to swell once more.

A sharp lunge down delivered a firm nip to the back of the wolf's neck as he sinks in up to the base of his knot, letting Vausch feel it teasing his tail-hole with additional length and thickness. "Mmh, you think you'll be topping me? I think instead, I like the idea of making you my bitch in earnest," he growled lustily, paw rubbing down the male's stomach, "I could make this belly of yours swell with a litter of my pups, make you a proper breeding bitch. Trust me, my other bitches love the job~" Grinning, Ren started moving his hips, short, teasing thrusts, mostly keeping that tight hole filled with his length. "Does that sound good?" he asked, but Vausch could feel his resolve slowly returning, it was a shame the poor Artic was not pacifying the Noble by constraint of his Achilles' heel.

"The same empty promise as the rest, do me a favor love and continue your mindless throttling." Short winces of pain were evident as the Artic's knot would tease in, but it would not take long for Vausch to accommodate. "Faster, you pathetic excuse of a Wolf. " His command was teeming with new-found vigor, the alpha spirit of their first teasing coming back to life, but of course had no intentions to end Renfear's own pleasures, Vausch was a gentleman after all, a favor deserved one in return. His paws gripped the counter in front of his, his hips cleverly rotating and to enhance his top's pleasure, he hoped the torrent of taunting would stir the Artic's wrath, a simple ass-fucking was something for the pups, Vausch wanted to feel hunted, lest' he would turn to hunt those too weak to do so.

In that way, the willingness to play nice was stomped upon by the other party, making Renfear roll his eyes and reach around, sweeping an arm across the counter to clear away any leftover glass shards. Once clear, he grabbed the back of Vausch's head and slammed it down flat against bloody oak, thrusting hard. "I see how you want it and I'll give it to you so shut your whore muzzle. Test me and I really will knock you up," he muttered in an almost bored tone in his voice as his tapered tip jabbed in hard, pounding the other male's prostate with every buck of his hips, spurting precum all over it as he moves. One paw held the Timber against the counter, the other gripped the Timber's shaft, each thrust of his hips pushing that cock into his paw.

Finally the Timber had gotten his way once more! "You can try..." his muffled protest was constrained by the physical force of Renfear, the frenzied pounding he was receiving tested the sturdiness of the counter being braced, Vausch was almost he could feel it giving way under the intense thrashing he was being subjected to. None of that honestly compared to when his own sensitivity was addressed, as soon as the Arctic's large hand wrapped around what he could of Vausch's member that was it. The combination of the Renfear's length prodding his prostate and his own malehood under constraint had him whining in submission. Vausch took what solace he could from the incredible ravaging he was under, this was but one evening to be under the bestial wrath of his own species, "The guards are near, and I'm wounded, excellent." he thought to himself mischievously, after this entire accord came to end he would have his prize shackled in any case, forced to repeat what he had come to love.

Renfear growled and paused for a brief moment, releasing Vausch's head to lay a hard slap on the wolf's rump only to rut him faster, Ren's heavy white balls smacking against the Timber's recently lightened sack, "Come on, and squeeze me! I like my tailholes to be tight," he snarled, fangs bared as he really started putting his knot to work, using it like a battering ram, pounding demandingly at the other male's hole, wanting nothing more than to tie with him. "You say I can try, you really want your belly swollen, I can oblige but first I'm fill your ass even though it feels like you've lifted your tail for every commoner on the street!"

Vausch obliged his lover once more, his form regained placing a near painful vice grip as rigid as the oak supporting the both of them, "There is the fervor I need!" Like a light-switch his own skilfully ministrations manifested, the strength in his legs bolstered him to the floor, his claws carved into the bloodied oak and the desperate pleas of Renfear were at last answered. The jackhammer like thrusts slowed to a moderate tempo, the Timber's own teeth exposed from a mocking grin, the Noble was a sexual deviant of the highest order, the Artic would soon find that this canine only responded to the cruel and bloodthirsty seizure. "Something wrong?" his taunt hiccuped in vibration to the slowed thrusts of the Artic, a painful boa constrictor like hold remained to slow his passion.

Bloody jaw set, Renfear stepped forward and widened his stance. One arm wrapped around the Timber's chest, raking his claws down it to mat that soft brown fur with blood. "I changed my mind about what I want to do with you. I want you to understand, to really understand what I've been telling you this whole time," he whispered. Suddenly, his jaws were there, sinking his teeth into Vausch's shoulders, paws sliding down to grip those furred hips, giving more stability as he put his full muscle into his motions, pounding the male's prostate with hammer strokes. That tight passage had his orgasm fast approaching even as he fought through that viselike grip but it also helped with a different purpose. "Nngh, you want it, slut? You want a load of cum filling you up? Ask your Alpha for it properly like a good bitch!"

Vausch began to quake with urgency, his mind raced with inner conflicts, the raw power and intensity behind what Renfear finally made him crack. "Do i-it...You fuck." the words were garnished in salivation, time came to a standstill in their own stasis of pleasure. Time was a fickle thing, one day it extended a favor of herculean energy an youth, some days it cut you down to your knees, Vausch knew this was something he had to have as his own, the Artic's confidences paled in comparison to the Noble's tyrannical inclinations, not to mention Renfear would need to learn to take as well as he could give. "Do it!" a frantic snarl of warning drowned the sounds of Renfear making the Timber his fuck-toy, his claws began to drag across the counter, his tail-hole gripping tighter, the same jump of stimulation charged his nether regions, his climax imminent.

The snowy wolf leaned forward, his breath hot and heavy against the back of the other male's neck. "Mmh, I told you it'd feel good to submit," he growled, hips jackhammering away as the tension in his belly grew to unbearable levels. Unable to hold himself back, he thrusts in hard, gripping behind his knot, making it swell up outside that punishingly tight hole as he hit his climax hard. Thick, musky waves of cum blasted over and over against the wolf's tender prostate. Ren throws his head back and let out a proud howl for the entire time he unloads, making Vausch's belly heavy with fertile wolf seed.

Once he finished, Ren pulled out and went back behind the bar, searching through various cabinets until he found a small pink egg which he placed before the cum-stuffed lupine. "This is for you. Swallow it whole," he advises. It was one of the things he'd brought back from his travels; the curious egg would, when eaten, give the devourer the lower female genitalia. This would put it within the realm of possibility for Renfear to make good on his threat of impregnation.

If it were not for the bitter taste of defeat lingering, the Timber might had considered Ren's offer, but pride had been tarnished by the simple act of just letting it go. "I have no need of your ludicrous gifts," his protest was somewhat undermined by the globs of Wolf seed escaping his freshly plundered tail-hole, "You street scum are all the same." with an enraged swat the egg flew across the room, knocking over a nearby candle-stick, it's flickering flame dimming the room in unison with the many others placed conveniently through-out the private bar. "No respect for your superiors." A blood soaked claw extended forward, trembling in victory fixed directly toward Ren's heart, "Markus will have your head for your impudence."

Whom the Timber referenced was a name known to all in the neighboring village, it was a few days horse-back ride away, it's path free from bandits and the imperfections suffered from more compassionate Noble Houses; paved in cobblestone and the newest craze: the arcane street-lamps developed in the Southern capital of Astarte. It would leave no doubt to the lavishness held at the end of the road, and the tyrant who ruled with dispassionate indignation to his rivals.

Suddenly glad that he hadn't knotted the other wolf, Renfear shook his head in disappointment. "And here I was hoping there might be redemption for you. Evidently not. Oh well, your loss." The Artic swatted that claw away from his chest then busied himself opening various shaped and sized glass bottles, mixing their contents until the smell of alcohol was strong enough to mask the scent of their breeding. Filled to the brim with a potent array of liquors, Ren then set about getting his pants back on in a very businesslike manner. "Whoever this Markus is, I find it curious that he'll punish me because you just happen to be a tail lifting faggot." As he spoke those words, Ren lifted his thick, luxurious white tail to show off a small spot of black on his rump, teasing the other with a sight of the wolf's entrance just a split second before his pants slid up around his hips. Another moment of weakness fluttered in the Timber's inner being, the form of his intended prisoner was something he still longed for--craved for, a calling to his natural affinity of lust and harlotry needed to seize so much more--a brief glimpse of his obsession's entrance practically had him salivating.

"I-I am not..." mesmerizing was the sheer weight and breadth of the Artic's tail, a kindred feature so envied by the Warlord of the West's subjects." I am not a faggot!" his protest was meek, had the fertility of the lingering seed within all but demoted his status as an aspiring alpha? Why could the harlot not pry his eyes from such exotic manifestations, manifestations of his own species no less! "You're the one who fucked my br-..." a sharp jabbing of an onyx claw prodded at Ren's chest. Amber eyes of the noble quivering in a fashion befitting need betrayed his submissive position. "Bastard." he whined frustratingly, those same eyes averted away to one of the kindling candle-sticks, his hand unconsciously navigating the form of the other Wolfs fitness beneath his garbs.

The confusion, the clash of emotion in the other canine was all too obvious to Renfear, who'd spent his life mastering the art of seduction and all its other associated skills. Slowly, his lips peeled back in a knowing, taunting grin. "Yeah, I'm the one that fucked your brains out and you loved every second of it." That self serving, arrogant smirk only intensified as he walked past, his heavy tail brushing against Vausch's belly, "It's just your breeding telling you to act tough but you're not fooling me. You loved it, and you're aching for me to throw you down, to claim you, to make you my little tail-raising bitch forever." His voice was soft, seductive, preying on anyone whose mind didn't have the fortitude to resist temptation and that is exactly what Renfear had groomed and trained himself to be; the voice of temptation.

Devastation best elucidated the carnage wrought within his hopelessly dashed attempts, to wrest craving from the one so taunting of his amour. A raise of his tail with a whine of his submission would always be the draining entry free into a world he wanted to gamble all he had on. "Wait..." maddening conflict stormed in his gullet, his paws caressing the cumbersome appendage for such a brief moment as Ren walked past him."I-...I want them to see us together." it truly must have been madness that wracked this once proud Noble, could this passing visitor really rape all masculinity from him in just one hardly exerting evening?

The consequences meant little, the risk of stepping out into the tavern's main lobby drenched in blood, and reeking of potent wolf cum was worth risking if it meant one of his older brothers outside would see them together, a ragged display of shame yes, but in the company of a monster almost as frighteningly alluring as his eldest.

Licking his lips, the Arctic wolf let out a pleased rumble deep in his throat, walking back around behind the bar, rummaging through his things before holding up a plain leather collar. That one, simple strap of hide carried with it so much weight, so much implication about one's status in the world. "Mmh. Then put this on. I want everyone to know who you belong to, 'my lord.'" Even that title of esteem carried a note of mockery. In his own mind, Ren had proven his superiority and with it the right to act in such a way despite the wolf being so bloodied in the process. Still, he grabbed his cocktail of potent liquors, taking a small sip, gesturing to the other canine to lead the way to where he was going. Hesitancy was nowhere to be found at the simple command, with earnest haste Vausch fumbled with the simple leather strap, unable to perform the most basic of functions, his newest patriarch struck so much asphyxiating radiance of power and dominance who could fault the Timber for looking so simple-minded and moronic? "I c-can't do it, broth-..." such insolence! Such blatant ungraciousness! "Ren!" thrusting his bloodied and violated form into the chest of his idol his ears peeled back in shame, the collar hanging loosely around his neck unfastened. "I need you." his brief whine of request paled to explain the vulgar slip up, was he saying brother? Perhaps such an imposing totem of sexual prowess had been seen before by the trembling Noble, as his arms tenderly wrapped around Ren's hips he looked up for forgiveness.

Setting his glass down, Ren carefully buckled the collar that would declare to the world that he, Renfear, had made the powerful Vausch Greenwich into his personal pet. "What did you almost call me? It's not good to keep things from your Alpha," he stated, voice soft, yet still firm and commanding. Reclaiming his tumbler, Ren took another sip of the strange, unnamed cocktail. "Now, later tonight, after I've finished some errands, you can have me all you want. I'll make that load of cum in your tail seem like nothing after tonight." Pulling Vausch up to his level, Ren leaned in to nip at the male's ear, adding in one last husky whisper, "Then you can moan nice and loud for me as 'Big brother' fucks your ass proper~"

The sting pulsing in Vausch's bottom lip as he bit down on it could hardly hold weight to the knock-out blows he could hardly endure from the passionate whispers of promise, the Timber's large ember eyes following the tumbler as his alpha took drink, not revealing to him what it was. "Ren..." the tone of his disarming cry for attention gave little impression to what the proud Noble once was. Hungrily he remained pressed against his sex-god, hands breaking from the strong hips of the Arctic they slipped p his chest, each taking great care to map the firm physique, "Your little brother wants it, show me how weak I am, don't I disgust you in disappointment?" Renfear could practically feel the eagerness in Vausch's returning lust, for such a powerful Wolf. Ren could fit right into his family, a proper bigger brother to serve as a slave to his most carnal and forbidden desires. Those paws on his body, stroking elicited but one single reaction. "Upstairs. Now!" Ren growled, the eager submission of one so high on the social food chain starting to excite him anew. Without another word, Ren stalks upstairs, hips and tail swaying with the gait of a predator on the hunt, though the usual hunter on a not so usual hunt... or perhaps it was. Ren was well known as something of a sex fiend and his voracious appetite almost legendary.

His quarters upstairs were nicer than most though still nothing to a noble. Inside one of the drawers next to the bed, Ren took out another pink egg, just like the last one, while slipping his free paw down inside his pants. "If you want Big Brother to mount you again, you've got to prove that you're worthy to worship his cock." By now, it was all too visible behind that bulge in his pants. "Eat the egg and I'll show you what a dirty slut you are to me," he growled, the scent of his musk filling the room with the potent smell of horny wolf. Vausch would not resist, he had no idea what secrets the last egg, or this one held. "Anything for you R-...." another sentence cut short, at the worst of times, the Timber stood there still exposed entirely, own excitements coming to great visual clarity, "Vausch? Vausch are you in there?!" a voice burdened with worry and apprehension called frantically through the thick oak door of the Artic's personal quarters. The musk saturating the room between the two remained trapped within, strands of saliva shown visible as the Timber's maw opened, paying no heed to the howls of something totally insignificant behind him, just behind the door. "Open this door!" there again an order was barked, after a few moments just before the egg met contact with Ren's newest breeding bitch's tongue the resolute odor of a hyper-aggressive Wolf would tear him from the moment.

Curious as to who was banging on his door, though the fact they were yelling for Vausch narrowed it down some, Ren trotted over to open the door. The very first thing someone on the other side of that door would see was Ren, bare chested and bloody. The next thing they'd see was Vausch, not nearly as decent as Ren, seeing as how the Timber hadn't gotten redressed and still had cum all over his tailhole. As if that weren't damning enough, the smell of Ren's musk and the obvious bulge in his pants, it was fairly obvious what had been going on. Once the door opened, the Snow wolf, as polite as could be said, "Hello, it seems you're looking for Vausch. He's a bit preoccupied at the moment, could you come back in twenty minutes, or so?"

Horror. That single thought washed over the older sibling of the completely defamed and violated Timber Wolf, how could he disgrace the Greenwich name in such abhorrent fashion? Standing so plainly, shackled to the will of this blasphemer in front of him, the pungent odor of the Arctic's readiness soon flooded the nose of every nearby canine with each breath they took, Vausch brimming with willingness to be a cock sleeve once again, he could not maintain his composure or dignity, the egg offered to him crashed into the floorboard beneath him as his hands gripped his engorged shaft, stroking in earnest with each deep inhale of the musk with no qualms of doing so in front of his brother.

Vausch's older brother, Dominic, watched through wide, shocked, steel colored eyes at the sight of his defiled sibling masturbating before him without a care in the world. That was the only thing that kept him from noticing something else very important standing right before him. White fur. White fur was outlawed, dangerous, treasonous... and that white fur had corrupted his younger brother.