FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

note: E'fkale is the human word for furries in my world

E'nteka is the human word for the primal gods.

Sabre and Sheyla had been traveling hard the last few days, with signs of humans all around the forest, both of them were stiff, sore and tired from being so tense for so long. It was, then, with great relief that they finally reached the orders castle and headquarters on the north end of of the continent.

The order was the closest thing that the E'fkale had to a ruling body. It consisted of a few various levels, but was based deeply in a druidic worship of nature and set very few laws other than to make sure to pay your respects to the E'nteka and visit an altar often. That being the case, the castle gates were open as Sabre and Sheyla trudged in, both looking more than happy to be in a safe area. Sheyla stepped up to a guard posted just inside the portcullis - a large and rather imposing panda - some assistance in finding the director.

"The director, eh?" The guard eyed the wolf and the lynx and their travel-worn persons for quite some time before tilting his head back and letting out a sigh. "Ive been told no one is to see the director, even myself. Something tells me you aren't gonna make my day easy."

At that Sheyla let out a lilting laugh that seemed to ring Hollow down the halls and corridors of the large structure. She put on her best smile, batted her eyes a couple times - Sabre had never seen this act fail yet - and gently laid a forepaw on the panda's chest. "I Need to see the director, big boy - " Seemingly from nowhere the leather riding case that the missive was held in was waved infront of the big guards face, "Urgent news from Urnkateth, we've been traveling for over a week, we are tired, hungry sore and smelly, so please, make MY day easy,"

Again the guard sighed, but after a moment he simply started walking down the wide hall, waving them to follow with a meaty paw. After a quick glance and nod from Sheyla, Sabre stepped right up next to the panda and kept in step, the lynx bringing up the rear. After a few turns and a brief run-in with some cubs playing ball in the halls, they were at a massive oak door, where a knock was answered with a few expletives and what sounded like a rock hitting the door.

"NOT now, damnit!"

"Sir I have some visitors from Urnkateths post in the south. They have a message for you." The guard practically had to yell to be heard through that thick door, and Sabre winced unintentionally at the loud noise.

"Not today they don't-"

"Vigoor, open this door you dolt!" Sheyla laughed as she said it, knowing he wouldn't have imagined who it was in a million years, but her yelling caused Sabre to wince once again, his tired state and sensitive ears getting the best of him. That earned him a slap on the nose from his mistress, and in a lower voice, she chided him "Be a man, for the gods sake." At this the panda chuckled and Sabre blushed a bit, straightening his shoulders as best he could, chin up.

"Sheyla? Is that you, you wily little lynx?" The door burst open as director Vigoor kicked a pewter mug - apparently what had hit the door moments before - out of his way to squeeze Leyla into a bear hug. The director was a large bear himself, grizzly in fact, bigger by a bit than the guard and taller by half a foot. Sheyla all but disappeared into his furry belly and chest as he squeezed her, chuckling.

"By the gods, woman, i thought you'd be married and suckling babes by now, not running around this crazy world on fools errands."

"Vigoor! You know I'm not the type of lady to settle down, and I'll tell ol' Urnie what you think of him."

"Come now, lets have a drink for old times, and nevermind that crazy bastard, he's lucky to be alive if you ask me. You too, uh...." The director stuttered for a second but Sheyla cut in to save him any more embarassment.

"Sabre, and he doesn't drink."

"Oh? Pity, the more the merrier, they say," He waved them in as he brought out two fine crystal goblets and a decanter with a few inches of amber liquid in it, swirling it a few times before pouring a few mouthfuls into each goblet. "Honey wine, and the last of it at that -" His face grew

a bit grimmer with this, " If what you have to give me is what i think it is."

"Unfortunately." Sheyla took the goblet the director offered, handing him the missive, and sat down in a plush fabric chair, motioning for Sabre to stay where he was. "We were confronted by a scouting party in Vernad forest, 4 days ago. It looks like the Emperor might make his move a lot sooner than expected."

The two talked for quite some time, discussing at length strategies for the imminent invasion, swapping funny tales that had happened in the last few years and remembering the good old days. During which, Sabre just stood and waited patiently, his mind wandering back to that night that seemed so long ago now, almost dreamlike. His face blushed as he realized his loins were responding to his reminiscings, but as he looks at the two, he saw their faces flushed from the wine and realized they probably wouldn't even notice if they happened to glance over. His mind wandered again, wondering, but not daring to hope that she might "punish" him again. Since being captured as a wild youth, broken and trained -no, honed to a fine edge - his life had become routine, muscle memory and instinct. This was different though, this was a whole new world opened up to his eyes, and he wanted to live there.

After some time the two got up - shakily at that - and Vigoor led Sheyla over to the door, telling her that they could stay in one of the guest bedrooms for as long as they wanted. Sabre snapped out of his reverie when the lynx tugged on his leash, and followed immediately, head low and tail tucked as they stepped back out into the corridor. Taking a wide flight of stairs to their left, they went up one floor and crossed the large castle, stopping to ask a servant if they were indeed heading in the right direction. Eventually they made it to their room, a reasonably sized room, sparsely furnished, having a desk, a chair, a bed and a bathtub. Someone must've been alerted to their coming, because the tub was filled with steamy water, and soap and two towels were laid out on the bed.

Sighing delightedly, Sheyla wasted no time in heading for the bath. "Relax my pet, we wont be going anywhere for a few days. Get some sleep if you'd like." Sabre nodded and went to curl up on the floor by the bed but didn't get far. "On second thought, you are quite dirty, as am I. Come wash your mistress, then clean yourself up too."

Sabre nodded in compliance and scooped up the bar of soap in a paw, then went to kneel by the tub. He was prepared for a little while of scrubbing, getting her a towel, drying her off and cleaning up after her, what he was not prepared for, was the desire that arose in him on seeing her wet fur stick to her beautiful figure. He paused, and blinked, only for a second, and then bent to his task, cleaning her briskly with his head down eyes on the ground, working by feel.

"Ow, Sabre, what are you doing, that hurt." She swatted him on the nose and he bowed his head apologetically. "Watch what you're doing." He went back to cleaning her, slowly this time, but felt himself wanting to squeeze her firm thighs, wanting to bring her face to his in a fierce kiss. His eyes kept wandering lazily over her body no matter how many times he bade them stare at the floor. Her perky breasts with glistening, her dark nipples hard and poking through her tawny fur. Her lean stomach heaved with her breathing, seemingly in time with his quickening heart. Her thighs twitched a little, releasing the tension from more than a week on the road. Looking down, he noticed his erection poking an inch or so out of his sheath, and he didn't know what to do. Never before had these feeling arose when he had bathed her, or done anything with her, for that matter. He didn't know what to do with himself, panting lightly and flushed he forced himself to take a few deep breaths and focus on getting this over with.

"Sabre-" He blinked and looked up at her face, "I think that arm is clean now... you've been scrubbing it for a good five minutes."

"I'm sorry, mistress, please for-"

"What is wrong with you today? I've never seen you-" She leaned in towards him to get a better look, and leaning a bit over the edge of the tub, saw his enlarged member. "Ohhh." She chuckled to herself, covering her mouth with a paw. "I've created a monster, haven't I?" Sabre blushed wickedly and couldn't meet her stare, but after a moment, she grabbed his paw and placed it on her breast lightly. His blush deepened, if that was even possible, and he pulled his hand away.

"Mistress, I shouldn't, I can't..." She gave a a slap that rattled his teeth.

"Since when do you decide what you shouldn't and can't do? Gods I swear that knock on the head back in Vernia made you stupider." She got up out of the bath and this and bent over him as he still knelt, grabbing an ear. "Get in and wash off. I'm going out for some air. If you're not clean by the time I get back, so help you..."

Sabre winced as she grabbed his second-most sensitive body part - when she had learned how much pulling on his ears hurt, he didn't know - and nodded fiercely, stepping into the tube and scrubbing himself down before she even left. Good thing too, because she was back in a matter of minutes, dried off from the cool night air, looking refreshed and somewhat mischievous.

"Good pup, good to see you can still listen when given the right incentives." She sat on the bed, and Sabre saw a flash of something , but chalked it up to weariness. "Come, sit by your mistress Sabre." She patted the bed next to her.

He came over swiftly and sat, but as he braced himself to sit with a forepaw, there was the flash again. And a click. He whined and look down at his cuffed paw, then back up at Sheyla's grinning face.

"Truth is I enjoyed the other night as well, pet. Very much. So we are going to have some more fun. Same rules apply now as before: Listen to my every word, and you will be fine. Now feed this through the headboard, and cuff your other hand." He whined lightly again, but only hesitated for a moment, then setting off to accomplish his task, and as he did so, was greeted by a warmth by his tail. Then a tickle. He jumped, startled, but didn't get far, as he was now on his back, cuffed to the bed. Craning his neck to look down, he saw the lynx tugging his tail out of the way to play with his tailhole, pressing it, circling it, flicking her fingers over it lightly. A whimper snuck out of his muzzle and she looked up, smiling wickedly

"Oh, don't worry pup, I'll be gentle with you tonight." With that she left his tailhole to rub a paw over his sheathe, slowly coaxing his dick out with gentle caresses and tugs "But if you keep up the poor work ethic you've had of late - " She slid a paw back down to his butt to circle his hole again "- me and this are going to be close friends." With that, she popped a fingertip past his pucker, just barely, and pulled it out just as quickly, eliciting a yelp and a shudder from Sabre. She laughed and went back to rubbing his cock with some tender loving care, smiling up at him from time to time.

Sabre himself was reeling, his mind going too fast for him to finish any of his myriad thoughts, questions, ideas, desires. All he knew was that if she kept going at the rate she was stroking his cock, it was going to get messy fast. And sure enough after another minute of her stroking his length he felt that blissful release build, and build, his muscles tensing as it continues to warm his groin and flood his body with - agony. His balls were clenched in her first and his shaft held so tight he didn't think he could breathe.

"Ha! you think I'm done with you already? You poor little bitch. It's gonna be a long night." She snickered and petted him with a paw as she slipped a ring around his shaft, and slid it to his base, under his sheathe and right up against his balls. "You don't cum until I say so. Since i can't trust you to do that, this little baby will do it for you." She patted his furry sack and he felt the tension built up in there rip through his nerves, sending a jolt down his spine. "A long, loooong night."

If Sabre was confused before, he was braindead now. His brain was sending signals to his body that couldn't be completed. His body was experiencing vast amounts of pleasure and pain at the same time and couldn't compute what to do with that data. He moaned and whimpered, tongue lolling slightly out of his mouth as he closed his eyes against the pain. Soon though, his senses dulled and the pain muted, and he lost the constant feeling of being on the verge of orgasm. Sighing, he looked up to see his mistress straddling him, legs splayed and two fingers deep in her pussy, working feverishly as she panted heavily. The sight of her set his dick to throbbing anew, and the fire in his loins was lit again.

It seems hours before anything happened, but it was only a moment until she grabbed his face, paw stinking with her own desire, and forced him to look at her.

"Dont Move, understood? You just sit still like a good little pup and let me ride you." With that she stuck her two fingers in his mouth and let him taste her salty juices. He nodded assent but was too involved in enjoying her flavor to really say anything. It set off more signals in his brain telling him to break loose, to grab her and hold her down and pump her full of his seed until he passed out from exhaustion. He could do none of this and it drove him mad.

Slowly, agonizingly so, she lowered herself so that his pulsing tip gently resting at her opening, her thigh muscles quivering with exertion. He was ready to snap already and she loved it. She brushed her lips on his tip in a small circular motion and watched as his whole body tensed in anticipation.

"Pl-p-please mistress..." He didn't know what made him say that, and was only aware that he had when the words echoed from the all-to-silent room. He was rewarded with a slap, and a warning tug on his tail.

"Shut up." She went back to slowly circling his cock, Finding herself tensed in anticipation too. She had never taken another's virginity before, and the thought of it got her cunny all the wetter. She closed her eyes and slid down his length, letting the tension out of her thighs and resting on his hips as he hilted inside her. A low moan escaped Sabre's lip and she wondered if that ring was actually going to hold for all she had planned.

Sabre had all he could do to stay as still as possible, fist clenching and unclenching to relieve some of the absurd amounts of tension in his body. Sheyla Began to ride his dick, and her warm, wet walls tugged on every millimeter of him as she rose and fell. Her weight on top of him seemed like nothing compared to the grip her pussy had on his shaft, and he again felt the pressure building in his loins. Only this time, it did not diffuse, and tightened like a ball in his lower abdomen. The feeling was, at the least, uncomfortable, but he found it strangely enjoyable, sort of like when falling fast and your stomach drops.

Sheyla herself was all pants, moans and growls as her paced increased unintentionally. Soon she was pumping her legs at a fanatical pace, hilting Sabre inside her every time, and pulling all the way until his tip almost popped out. She lost herself to the pleasure, hips gyrating and spreading her juices further into Sabres fur. She felt herself getting close to climax and forced herself to slow, and relish the feeling that she so rarely got. Something told her she'd be getting more of it in the near future though. She smiled at the thought and pulled herself off the wolfs shaft entirely, much to his relief/dismay. He eyed her warily, clearly already exhausted from the ordeal, and her smile widened.

"Almost there pet. You're being so good." He nodded and whimpered lightly, his teeth clenched and nose scrunched. She repositioned herself so that his soaked, throbbing meat was prodding her tailhole, and without too much hesitation, pressed his tip past her pucker and into the tight confines of her ass. Gasping sharply at the pain as he stretched her walls, she slowly slid his length deeper and deeper into her, eventually coming to rest on his lap again.

Sabre didn't know how much more he could take. He thought there might be tears in his eyes, but for all he tried, he couldn't stop focusing on the steel grip her tailhole had on his cock. It was, if not as soft, tighter, hotter, and more pleasuring by far than her pussy had been. His balls swelled and begged for release, his shaft quivered with the unanswered supplication her passages had been providing. He moaned again as she starting fucking him again in earnest. Hips pressed against his now, she rode his dick relentlessly, and shook with the waves of pleasure imparted on her. She wouldn't last long at this rate, but didn't care. She wanted him, and badly. She wanted the release that came with orgasm, the clear head a shaky body. She slammed down onto his meat again and again, feeling no pain anymore as her walls were stretched and her passage filled deeply with his length. She slowed as she felt it build to a head, then shuddered, jaw clenching and ears laying flat, tail and toes curling almost painfully. She screamed like a feral animal in a low guttural wail and the tremors shook her body and she spurted her juices in short gushes onto Sabres chest and face. She slipped off his dick and collapsed next to him, breathing heavy and spasming occasionally as her orgasm came to an end.

Sabre was a prisoner to all this and watched, pain and pressure somewhat forgotten as she came violently. Her pleasure only made him want to take her and ravage her even more, driving his primal instincts into a frenzy. He opened his mouth and extended his tongue as she came, trying to catch some of her delicious juices in his mouth, but to no avail, all her streams went wide of his hungry maw. He Closed his eyes to take a deep breath and felt her digging at his sheathe.

"You were very good, pup. You get a treat. I wasn't gonna let you cum, but I feel so good, I can't see why you shouldn't too." She pulled the ring gently away from his base on of the tip, the attention setting him to throbbing again and almost making him cum. She then abruptly slid her muzzle around his shaft and forced his full length into her mouth and down her throat. This was too much for the poor wolf and he came suddenly, spewing shot after hot slaty shot down her throat and into her belly. He came so much that she couldn't take it all and it oozed out the sides off her mouth as she hungrily gulped it down. Sabre shook and shivered, breathing rapidly and tensing with each surge of cum leaving his cock. After a few precious moments he lay, spent, tired and sticky.

"I think I'll keep you tied up for the night. You can keep me warm tonight." She winked slyly at him as he whimpered, then she snuggled up next to him, head resting on his chest as she drifted off lazily towards sleep. "Told you we wouldn't be going anywhere for a few days." At this, Sabre smiled and closed his eyes as well, waiting for sleep to take him so that morning could come even faster.