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Original Concept: DragonTalon

Inspiration: Fates of the Unicorns

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Kelsura made her way from the arena, Benjamin would do well to learn the lessons of power and possession. Another slave had a lesson to learn to day. Kelsura made her way deeper into Remus's lair, to a level few slaves went willingly on their own unless assigned duty here. A few green collars wondered the halls, either cleaning or entering rooms wearing belts with wicked looking tools hanging from them. This was Remus's dungeon. Bad, unruly slaves found them selves here to suffer extended punishment and torture. It was also where Remus kept his harem of pain sluts.

"May I help you find your way, Mistress?" A male unicorn of silver fur and golden mane greeted her with a bow.

"No slave. I know where I'm going." She said, giving him a pat on the head and a smack to the ass with her tail as she passed. "There you are." She murmured as she entered one of the doors. Her lioness slave, Harp, hung from the ceiling, hog tied by a rope. She moaned through her gag, her regret and pain apparent in the tone.

The cell was a dark room illuminated by a single oil lamp, a metal table in the middle and a shelf of torture tools and liquid agents of acids and oils to one side. Chains and shackles bolted to the wall on the other. There was a drain in the middle under the table. When Harp had first been lead here and saw every thing she had shrieked in terror, so much that she had to be gagged to keep from annoying the other slaves as they tied her and suspended her from a pulley bolted into the ceiling. She wanted cubs, a little of little lyger kittens, mistress decided to give her the next best thing.

"A nice full belly hmm?" Kelsura asked, stroking under the lioness, her belly large and descended, looking very much like the belly of a pregnant fur. She walked behind harp, holding up the rubber tube running from a large bag hung from a poll. It had been filled over and over, running to a hallow plug fitted into Harp's ass. Kelsura smirked as she gave the half full bag a squeeze, Harp groaning into her gag. "This is what you wanted, right? A belly full of cubs to give birth to?"

This isn't what she wanted at all. She did not mean to fuck Benjamin. Her own senses and instincts had gotten the better of her. She had not considered the results of her actions, his constant presence had induced a forced heat. She had gone so long with out the touch of a male feline. She knew her sisters felt the same, had it been any one of them who had found him alone it would be one of them hanging here. She groaned as her belly bulged yet more as her mistress squeezed the last of the oily fluid from with in the bag, forcing it up her ass, blocked and with no where it go she could feel it pushing up through her intestines and settling in her stomach.

"Well, not cubs. But a belly just as fell. Does it feel wonderful slave? Every thing a mother would want? What is it your furs say? You're radiant? Yes, dear Harp, you're positively glowing." Kelsura gave her belly a soft push, chuckling. "I can feel them kick. Strong. They must take after their father. The one you tried to rape."

Harp hung her head. Her eyes were blood shot with tears. She wanted him to feel the same way she did. To want her the way she had come to want him. She didn't mean to force her self on him. She closed her eyes, resigning her self to her punishment. She mumbled something through her gag.

Kelsura tilted her head, pulling the buckle on the gag free and letting it drop to the table beneath. "What was that slave?"

"I deserve this. I gave in to instinct in the wrong way. I disappointed and embarrassed Mistress in front of Master. I tried to take from Benjamin something that wasn't mine"

Kelsura crossed her arms, nodding. "Yes. On all counts. I wasn't up set that you tried to fuck him, though. What upset me is how careless you were. If you wanted him that bad you could have come to me for a sheepskin. I would have let you come inside where it was warm, where Remus and I could have watched and enjoyed our selves. You were also selfish. Remus told me how he watched you send your sisters in the opposite direction. You wanted him all to your self. So, this is punishment for your lack of restraint over your instincts. Your punishment for your selfishness comes later."

Harp nodded sullenly "Yes MistreEEEEEEEEE!" Kelsura had pulled the plug from her ass. A short stream of clear oil shooting from her back side. She clamped her hole closed, blushing furiously. Her eyes widened and she began thrashing on her bindings, futilely trying to reach back to hold her self closed. "Mistress. I-I can't...I'm gunna...I'm sorry Mistress I'm so sorry!" Kelsura turned away as her pet gushed, she tried to stifle her giggles as the lioness cried over the rather disgusting sounds her back side was making as he belly emptied, gradually shrinking to its normal shape with a slight bump from hours spent so full.

"You're a pathetic, dirty, slutty, selfish, worthless girl. Aren't you, Harp?" Kelsura chided, tossing her a towel and untying her legs and arms. She nodded slowly, cleaning her self off. "Say it."

"I'm a pathetic, dirty, slutty, selfish, worthless girl, Mistress. And I don't deserve your mercy."

"Do you love him?" Kelsura stepped up to the shelf of torture devices. Harp looked on nervously but swallowed and steeled her self for the rest of her punishment. Would she be marked? Permanently disfigured so that no male would ever find her attractive to ensure nothing like before ever happened again? "Answer me, slave?"

"I-I don't know. I find him attractive, handsome, alluring, desirable...but I don't know if it's love or lust." She still felt like she had to go, she felt much more loose as well. It was an embarrassing thought. If Benjamin had her back there would he think her too loose? Why was she thinking about the tiger fucking her ass. Kelsura said nothing. She found all the concepts furrys put around their emotions asinine. Dragons had no such complications. Lust and love were not confusing. If a dragon desired another for purely sexual relation they fucked, if they loved one another they stayed together. There was no need for insecurity and uncertainty.

"He's with a horse right now. A large, very attractive mare. She treats him like a house cat. I watched them for a bit before coming here. She fed him a plate of fish and cream on the floor and insists on calling him Mr. Whiskers and holding him like a kitten." The dragoness smirked, looking over her shoulder as she rooted through the various implements on display

Harp suppressed a scowl. A kitten? Benjamin? No, he wasn't a kitten. He was a full grown tiger. Powerful, built, Harp could see the power in him deeply restrained. Buried under half a life of pomp and ceremony. He deserved to be treating like a man, like the warrior of the plains she could feel in him when she looked at his muscles. Fuck she was getting wet. She gave her head a shake and then looked up at the squeak of ringed metal. She paled when her mistress approached holding a steel bikini.

"Put this on." Kelsura said, handing the lioness the chastity belt. "Oh, and mind the catheter."

Harp looked down and saw on the inside a polished, treated thin metal tube with a rounded tip. It was meant to fit into her urethra, allowing her to piss with out it having to run down her thighs and legs. It was designed to be worn for long periods. "Yes, Mistress. Is there...I mean right away."

"Oh no slave, no lubricants for you. You could wet it with your mouth though." Kelsura smiled sweetly.

Harp knew that when Mistress made a suggestion it was as good as an order. She blushed as she brought the steel contraption up to her muzzle, she was relieved to find it had no taste, likely having gone unused for some time. She laid back, spreading her legs and lifting her hips. She ground her teeth and grimaced as she slowly, forcefully and through the pain, pushed the metal tube up into her piss hole until the metal of the chastity belt was flush with her crotch. She hoofed and panted as she closed the two latches over her hips, snapping the dragonsteel locks closed. She handed the keys to her mistress.

"Do you want more than just a fuck from him?" Kelsura asked, tucking the keys into her dress.

Harp thought for a moment. She was unsure of her emotions for the tiger but knew they were more than sexual. She tried to imagine her self waking up next to him every morning. Mistress did not shun romance in her lair. If pleased enough with two or more slaves who sought a relationship with one another she would even encourage it. Every Winter Solstice she would wrap one or the other up in bows and streamers for the other to unwrap. She tried to imagine her self, trussed up in light red lace, hog tied under the Solstice tree with a big pink bow on her head and a gag in her mouth, a 'To Benjamin' tag tied into her braids. She didn't realize she was smiling and blushing. The holiday had already passed though, and she felt a pang of disappointment.

"I know how you feel, even if you don't. " Kelsura said, wrapping her tail around Harp's neck. The lioness grimaced. Her neck had yet to fully heal from Kelsura's possessive bite. Even with the healing balm it would be a few more days before skin knit itself enough to remove the wrapping. "Your sisters though were all more sure of themselves."

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Benjamin woke the next day to find the bunk room empty. He yawned softly and stood up to stretch his soar body. Both the back to back fights and sleeping on a hard stone floor with only a think layer of fabric left him in more than just a noticeable amount of pain. "Oowww..." he groaned, pops from his shoulders and neck ringing in a sharp staccato

"Gonna hurt a lot worse in a moment." a raspy feminine voice said behind him. His legs were swept out from under him before he could turn around. He hit the back of his head on the floor, stars flared in his peripheral. A form pounced on him, a hiss and furls growing from the neck.

"Jetta?" he asked in surprise. A hand closed around his mouth and his head was slammed back into the floor.

"Don't say my name, you don't have the privilege." She snarled. "You hurt Fin." she said with deathly purpose in her voice, once more throwing his head back again. He tensed the muscle in his neck, rolling up, throwing his legs out to jump to his feet. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her claws into his shoulders. He yowled, fist punching into her ribs. She groaned but didn't let go. Hissing again, neck furls shaking furiously. He crossed his arm under her chin as she tried to bite for his throat. "His jaw had to wired shut. He cant move his mouth for weeks."

"That's not my fault." he said, pulling his arms back and wrapping his fingers around her throat, just trying to push her away. The more he pushed the deeper her claws sank and the tighter her legs locked.

"No broken bones, remember!? You did it intentionally. I'm going to beat you to a bloody pulp and then fuck the remains. I'm going to rip your dick off and shove it up your ass once I'm finished with you." She let go with one of her hands and racked the claw over his face, drawing blood. She pushed her feet to his chest and kicked off, back flipping away from him and kicking him off his feet. He rolled away back wards over his shoulders. He barley had time to recover as she lunged at him, claws fully curled.

Benjamin caught her by her arm, twisting and turning to throw her across the room. He pounced on her back as she pushed off the floor, having hit her head. She groaned softly just before he landed on her, sending her back to the floor as he wrapped his arm under her neck and twisted the other behind her, lifting her up. She cried when he twisted her wrist. "Is sex and fighting all you furs think about here?"

"Sex is a game of dominance." She hissed, trying to pull away, the back of her knees kicked and reflexively sending her down to the floor. She shrieked as her arm was twisted up above her, the joint feeling like it might pop out of the socket. The door to the bunk room burst open. Diane flanked by two others rushed in, staffs and clubs at the read.

"Ah." Diane said, looking at the scene. "Jetta. I thought you might try something. I wasn't sure...Master's going to demote you for this for sure, attacking his guests slave with out provocation and my Mr. Whiskers."

"Stop calling me that." Benjamin asked. "My name is-ARRRGH!" Diane had struck him across the back with her staff.

"Is Mr. Whiskers until your Mistress says other wise. Don't let the situation go to your head kitten. Jetta is only barley better than Fin. Jetta, you're done. Get up and get out, tell Master what you did. Maybe he'll show mercy for being forward."

"I won't submit to this walking skin rug." Jetta snarled.

"Mr. Whiskers. Let go of her arm." Diane narrowed her eyes, snorting a threatening huff and dragging a hoof across the floor. Benjamin stood back, suddenly very nervous. He opened his mouth to say something and Diane held a finger to his lips "Kitties don't talk Whiskers." She smiled at him, scowling down at Jetta. "You won't submit to some one clearly superior to you?"

Jetta balked, licking her lips as Diane knelt beside her, running her thumb over the red stones set in the lizard's collar. The mare smiled then, yanking Jetta by her collar and dragging her to the closest bed, forcing her bent over the edge. She snapped her finger and pointed to her tail. One of the two slaves that had entered with her moved to the opposite side of the bed as Diane hefted the thin appendage, the other slave holding it up to expose Jetta's slit of a cunt and tight puckered ass hole.

"Look Whiskers. I have another bowl of cream for you." She said, reaching down to spread Jetta's slit to reveal what looked like an impossibly tight cunthole. "It's not as good as the one from last night...not as...sweet."

Benjamin grimaced. A willing partner was one thing. This was rape. It was wrong. Every fiber in his being was telling him that except the ones between his legs. He blushed, hands moving down to cover his cock emerging from his sheath. "I can't...this is wrong...so wrong." he murmured.

"Your sense of right and wrong are meaningless here kitten. Fuck, or be fucked. Dominate or submit. There's no such thing as rape here, no such laws. If you can't keep some one's dick out of you then you deserve the ravaging." Diane cocked her head, the other of the slave guard moved Benjamin's hands from his crotch, his cock stood tall and erect, dripping with pre. "You enjoyed ravaging me last night, didn't you? I know you did. I can still feel the sting of your fangs on the back of my neck. I walked with a limp half the day, your cock marking my pussy with your barbs. Didn't it feel good to let go, to let your instincts run wild and unrestrained? Wouldn't you like to feel that again?"

The guard was pushing Benjamin forward, his feet moving with heavy steps. It had felt good. Not to worry about rules and regulation, traditions and expectation. To not hesitate when you wanted something and it was with in reach. For but a fleetingly brief moment the only thing that mattered was the pulse rushing in his ears, the taste of prey in his mouth, the slick velvet like sensation around his cock. It was like a drug. He had a taste of freedom, real freedom, and now he wanted more.

"Let go, let go of me you shaggy furred-AHhhhh!" Jetta felt her insides widen suddenly as Benjamin thrust into her. Gods above she was tight, almost painfully, like some one had lined a black smith's vice with rubber, covered it in oil, and spun the bolt until it clamped around his dick. He held her by his hips as he began thrusting. Diane held his balls, rolling them slowly between her fingers and nodded behind him. The slave that was holding him by his shoulders knelt, pushing her long muzzle between his cheeks. He yipped, trying to pull away.

Diane gave his nuts a squeeze. "Calm down, this is going to feel really good. Jackie is incredible with her tongue. You ever been pleasured by an ant-eater?" It was an odd sensation, but not at all an unpleasant one. When he got over the unnerving fact that the female had an extremely long prehensile tongue, feeling like a wet, scaleless snake that twisted once around his ball bag and then wiggled up along his shaft, into Jettas cunt and began stroking along under the tip of his prick. She shifted it, coiling it around his length and showing off her dexterity by stroking him in opposition to his thrusts.

The sensation was just as pleasing for Jetta. The feel of Benjamin's cock combined with the ribbed sensation of Jackie's tongue driving her from humiliation to throws of pleasure. She stopped struggling, pushing back instead of pulling away. The other slave in front of her no longer had to hold her tail up, Jetta hiking it of her own will. "That's it Jetta, it feels good to submit to a superior. No worries, no cares." The lizard moaned, tearing the blanket under her as she came. Only a few moments later, a few more strokes and Benjamin joined her. Jackie slowly snaked back, giving his sack a squeeze and slurping the dregs of cum clinging to her tongue.

Jetta's demeanor had changed when she pushed off the bed. She didn't hiss when she looked up at Benjamin. Her face was apologetic and her muscle slumped in defeat. "Jetta, go." Diane said, dismissing the slave with a toss of her head.

"Wait." Benjamin stepped away from the horse, looking down at the lizard. She shook slightly. Was he not satisfied, did he want more. His cock was still hard and she opened her mouth. He shook his head, wishing he could will the damn thing away, feeling awkward as it swung with each step. "Jetta challenged me." He said, looking back at Diane. It wasn't exactly a lie. "Didn't your chief say to my mistress it was okay for slaves to challenge one another?" She opened her mouth to protest, Benjamin cut her off before she could say any thing. "You interrupted us. So aren't you technically in the wrong some how?"

Diane closed her muzzle, looking at the cat with a hard stare. "Very clever. Maybe you aren't such a kitten. It doesn't change facts. You had her beat."

"Yes," he nodded "But it changes the penalty, doesn't it?"

"You don't owe her any thing, cat. You don't feel sorry for some one lower on the poll than you." she retorted. "She still has to tell Master she lost to an inexperienced and unplaced slave."

Benjamin wouldn't have called him self inexperienced. He knew it wasn't an insult but it still stung, just a bit, to have his skills judged lowly. "I don't feel sorry for her." He said, pushing his foot to the lizard's still open mouth. He pushed his toes in over her tongue and then pushed her back onto the floor. She sucked and licked his foot fervently with out hesitation. "I feel merciful. Since I won I have that privilege, right? I understand Jetta's outrage and frustration. In her place I would have done things differently but with the same intention!" He rammed his foot until his toes touched the back of her throat. The lizard sputtered around his foot, resisting the urge to bite down.

"Insults must be met with retribution. You demand an apology, if met with a refusal you deal punishment. Some things aren't so different between here and my ho-...where I come from." He stood over her, resting his wet foot next to her head and raising the other, holding it up and forcing her to raise her head to lick at the under side. "You humiliate them. You make them regret ever rising to you. You lay them into the ground until there is nothing left. Then you accept their apology, leaving them with the tattered dregs of what they now call life."

"Gods above..." Jackie gasped, her voice touching on exitment. Diane smirked, nodding.

"I'm going to show mercy. Jetta, apologize." He put his foot from her mouth to her chest, standing on her. "Apologize for threatening me, for insulting me with this travesty you call a challenge."

"I'm sorry Mr-I mean Benjamin. I'm sorry I insulted you and tried to challenge you."

"For this TRAVESTY you call a challenge." he corrected

She swallowed and nodded "For th-this travesty I call a challenge."

"And you're going to give your blanket to who ever has the one you just ruined?"

Jetta blinked. She looked up at Benjamin with a look of disbelief. "S-seriously?"

Benjamin extended the claws of his toes, tapping them on her throat. "Deadly so."

Jetta swallowed audibly. "I-I'll give them my blanket. I'll do it." She nodded furiously. Satisfied, Benjamin stood off of her. He jerked his head toward the door. Jetta rolled onto her feet and hurried away. Benjamin watched, shoulders tensed. Once she was out and the door closed he heaved a breath and relaxed.

Diane put a hand on his shoulder. She was smiling when he turned to look at her. "It feels good, doesn't it, cat? Every thing and every one in their place, and knowing you're not at the bottom any more."

He drew in a long breath and let it out a weary sigh, his expression was now unreadable. It did feel good.

*****

"The most important thing to remember, though, is that no matter what you might do as a slave, no matter how many rewards or gifts your mistress may give you, no matter how she or other dragons may treat you, you are still a slave. You will never be equal to them. Its a common saying: you can stand before slaves but you'll kneel before dragons." Diane had been explaining to Benjamin. He figured as much. He had never seen a dragon with a collar, not a permanent one at least. The few times he had gone into the city, taken a long by his mistress seemingly to act as an ornament, he had seen a few wearing slim, flexible bands. Kelsura her self wore an ornamental ring about her neck but the jewels at the center made it look more like a choker than a collar.

"What about dragon slaves?" He asked as they turned a corner.

She raised a brow "You mean enslaved dragons I take it?" he nodded to her "Almost unheard of, they do exist though. Most are criminals of abhorrent record. I don't know how many there are. Well, it's highly unlikely that you'll ever see them any way. If you do I would expect its no different than any other slave: treat them with the respect their owner demands."

Benjamin nodded, then narrowed his eyes as he looked around. "Where are we going?" he asked. He had some familiarity with part of the colossal lair. One of the dining halls, the training ring, and one of the bunk rooms for the female guards. He had been near comatose when Juno had carried him to the bathes. This section of hall ways he had never seen. Diane just smiled.

"Orders from your Mistress. I'm to take you to guest room 37, and then lock you inside." She stopped just before a door, opening it. She gestured past the door. "Go one then." she said, hand on his back and pushing him past the thresh hold. The door snapped shut behind him and the clunk of a deadbolt closing signifying that it wouldn't open.

"Welcome Benjamin"

"Join us on the bed"

"We have a confession to make."

"Come, rest your head."

Violin patted a pillow. Benjamin stood in something akin to shock and surprise. The lioness sisters looked at him with expectation. There was a sharp intake of breath and then a soft sob. On a stool in a corner of the room, facing the corner, sat Harp.

"Pay our sister no mind."

"Leave the thought of her behind"

"She thought to keep you for her self, away from us."

"She violated our Mistress's trust."

The four on the bed were speaking in verse again, finishing each others thoughts. An act commanded of them by Mistress when speaking in her or the presence of other dragons. When alone or with other furs there was no such requirement, unless told other wise. Benjamin surmised that must have been the case.

"She decided to be selfish,"

"That was not at all nice.

"She is now being punished,"

"For her own sake she must pay this price."

They all nodded, beckoning him to join them on the large four-post bed.

"We were loyal,"

"So to be rewarded."

"Come Benjamin,

"This special night we are all afforded."

He sighed, stepped forward and climbing up into the bed. They moved, parting, pulling him to lay down between the four of them. "You said something about a confession?" he asked, looking at each n turn and trying to ignore Harp despite how her sobs wrenched at him. His head was turned toward of the lionesses. Drum.

"We care for you tiger." she said

"In more ways than one." Added Violin.

"Your answer." Fute blushed, looking away

"Waiting fill us with trepidation." Lute rounded it out.

Benjamin blinked, they all looked to down at him. He was puzzled at first, but the blush on each of their faces. "Oh." He said. They nodded. "Mistress said that you liked having me around but...it extends that far?"

"Our instinct tell is to find a male,"

"A strong feline, species matters not."

"We hope you share these feelings,"

"We love you Benjamin, a lot."

They all turned to look at Flute, who shrugged her shoulder. They sighed, their youngest sister having a habit of ending with weak, doggerel rhymes. Love. It sent a tingle up and down his spine, made his arms chill. Mistress had told him their emotions were stronger than a mere infatuation. He ruminated on it. He couldn't exactly say he hated their attention. Even now they worked fingers expertly over his calves, thighs, and shoulders. Working the soar tension away. He had thrown away identity with the consortium as quickly as he had learned they threw him to the dragons. His experience in the furry capital and the last year in the Dragon Empire's had broadened his opinion of inter-species romance. "Do I have to answer right away?" he asked. They shook their heads.

"The answer is for Mistress's ear."

"Right now you are simply to be here."

"It was her idea that we should tell you."

"But we would call you husband, if you would have us too."

"Is something like that even possible? Do dragons even allow slaves to-to marry?" He blushed at the thought, imagining him self in his best robes and the five of them all made up in the finest silks in the world, ornate head dresses, veiled and shadowed by the curtains of the palanquins that carried them to the ceremony. The image hit him like a bolt of lightening, the ease of which he was able to see their smiling faces and shining eyes. Their mistress presiding over the whole thing, each of them brimming with joy as they accepted him as their husband and pride leader- the way he accepted with such excitement.

A shock bolted him from these thoughts. Flute had straddled his hips, Drum's lips were pressed to his. Violin drew circles around one of his nipples with her tongue and Lute was knelt between his legs, the velvet thin fur of his balls growing more and more wet with each swipe of her own tongue.

"Me first! Me first!" Flute panted, grinding her hips over his sheath, her cunny lips moist with excitement and coating the opening.

"Curb your thirst, there's enough for all." Violin chided

"You can have his dick Lute, I prefer his balls." Lute said archly, pulling his sheath up and wrapping her lips around his orbs. He grimaced into Drum whose tongue snaked into his mouth. She gasped as she popped back, licking her wet lips.

"Remember what mistress said, be careful flute." Drum said, reaching into a drawer set under the top of a table next to the bed, pulling out a pine box.

"No more rhymes, please, you're starting to give me a head ache." Benjamin groaned. His cock had pushed clear of his sheath. The erotic movement of Flute's hips combined with the attention of Violin and Lute making it hard to keep his head clear. The constant doggerel verse of their speech was turning the pleasant buzz into a harsh grate. They all paused, looking to each other appologeticly.

"Mistress commands,"

"We obey."

"We follow her will,"

"There is no other way."

"Benjamin listen,"

"It's important you do."

"To upset mistress would make you a fool."

"Follow her orders, do as you're told."

"We do."

"We're happy."

"Being controlled."

"Please! No more!" He cried. "If you cant stop then...just don't talk." he mumbled. The girls smiled. More than happy to oblige. They were done talking any ways. Violin had to push her arms under Flute to keep the smallest of the girls from just dropping down on Benjamin's prick. Drum turned away, opening the pine box, the inside was ceramic lined and sealed at the corners, what looked like...skin was sitting in a milky cream. Lamb skins. An implement for protecting against pregnancy, made most often from sections of the intestinal tract. They were slowly being replaced though with a newer invention called a rubber coat, the same principle as the lamb skin but made of a very thin rubber. They were harder to produce though and had a tendency to break with rough use and were harder to keep from drying out. Lamb skins were still the preferred way to go. Drum slipped one on around his cock, fitting it in place with just enough room at the top to catch his spunk when he came.

"Not waiting any more!" Flute called, dropping just as Drum pulled her hand away. Benjamin groaned as his cock was thrust up into her cunt. The lionesses were all smaller than him, and Flute being the smallest meant a tight fit. It was like his first time' big tiger, little fox. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she rolled her hips back and forth in his lap, lifting and falling. She panted, arms wrapped around his neck and leaning her head on his shoulder. "So big, so big, so big." she whined in her perpetually adorable voice. She moaned and mewled, leaning back and panting with her tongue hanging out.

Benjamin had learned to give into instinct, his hands were on her thighs, hips pumping up into her wet cunt. He had never used a lamb skin before. He never had cause, only having had sex a hand full of times in his life it had always been with species different from his. The sensations were dulled, he found he couldn't enjoy the experience as much as he wished. It was no matter, he growled up at his partner, latching onto her neck and flipping over. He made her, and her sisters, shriek in shock and surprise.

"Gods yes. Fuck me Benjamin. Fuck me like a wild animal!" she yowled, her legs held up by her ankles as his hips began plowing in rapid movements. The other three looked on in stunned surprise. They had known their tiger to be a bit timid. Friendly and good natured but showing none of the raw ferocity he showed now. Benjamin half roared as he came, filling the skin. He pulled out with a wet pop at the end as the bloated tip filled with his cum slipped free of Flute's sopping wet and twitching cunt. The girls looked at one another, blinking.

"Me next!" The all shouted in unison, pouncing their mate all at once and giggling and growling as they fought and jockeyed for his attention.

In the corner, blood shot eyes facing the wall, Harp went ignored. Her heart heavy. Her pussy was heated, the fur just at the top of her thighs past the metal crotch covering her lips damp with need. The sloppy sound of fun behind her making her ears twitch. Kelsura's slaves were ever forbidden to touch themselves. Denial of the flesh was shunned in her lair. But as she absently pawed at the metal chastity belt, vainly trying to stroke her self, the metal catheter painfully pulling at her insides as she tried rubbing her self on the metal, she under stood why this was part of her punishment. Being shunned and denied fulfillment of her craving was a hellish torture as bad as having a belly full of oils.