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Balewif could see nothing, but she could feel the motion of the shoulder she was slung over. She could tell they were going upstairs, out of the cellar. Her mind raced, wondering what fiendish devices he was going to tie her down with, what mushroom he would force her to eat that would destroy her mind like Fio's. She jumped when he placed her butt on the cold, hard wood of a chair. She felt his hand on her blindfold. She jerked as an ocean of bright light pierced her eyes...

Ruble watched her eyes adjust to the light. The sun was streaming through the garden outside, and birds were chirping. She looked outside and breathed out. For miles, there were only green, rolling hills. No roads, cities, nor castle loomed on the horizon. They were alone in a cottage in the middle of nowhere. She knew it meant she had basically no hope of rescue, but something about it all was just so peaceful.

She looked at him. He was ignoring her, grabbing something out of a cabinet. He was very large, but she knew that from when he had her slung over him. She raised her eyebrow when she saw his butt- the fur was a natural white creamy color, and she liked the shape. Even so, she knew this was where he would rape her. Despite the serene surroundings, she knew what was just down stairs.

"Water?" he asked.

She was thirsty, but she shook her head no. He might have drugged it, after all.

"Suit yourself," he said. "But if you get parched while we're talking, let me know."

"Talking?" she asked, nose wrinkled in disgust. "So you just 'talked' to Fio, then?"

"Not at all. I plowed her cunt with everything I had, and then some. I think it's why she likes me so much. Something about Unicorn mares."

Balewif stared at him, half hoping he was joking and that he really did just talk to her, and half fearing that he was going to do the exact same to her.

"And now you're going to rape me," she said.

"Well, maybe, but first I'm going to talk to you," he answered.

Balewif's arms and feet were bound, but she tried to cross them nonetheless.

"What do we have to talk about?" she asked. "Are you going to ask for mercy so we don't neuter you? Are you going to offer me a way out at the price of liberty?"

"Actually, we're going to talk about why I'm doing this at all," he said.

"Because you're a sick freak who can't get a date with a whore at a penny brothel?"

"Ouch," he said, pouring himself a cup of water. "Your tongue is as sharp as your wit."

He turned and sat at the table, giving her a good look at his cream colored thighs and all the contents between them. He didn't do so in a lewd way, but he didn't hide his naked parts, either.

"And because I know you're smart, I'm going to let you in on my plan," he said.

He waited while her curiosity took hold. Finally, she asked the question.

"What in God's name makes you think I want any part of this?"

"You constantly try to save the other three. You look out for their welfare even when they're being too pigheaded and hormonal to see it. Finally, you never surrender to the circumstance and you try to escape your bonds when you think I'm not looking," he said. "From this, I'm guessing you're a wolf of principles who wants nothing more than for there to be peace on earth and for people to generally be happy. Yes?"

He watched the anger on her face morph into irritated confusion. "Yeees," she said.

"Now what if I told you that by impregnating all four noble families, I bypass the bloodlines' districts of authority and gain the power to unite them into a single ruling body?"

"I'd say you're full of it," Balewif scoffed. She couldn't believe she was dragged all the way out here for a half baked political scheme.

"How much do you know of the Unicorn family's creed of life?" he asked her.

"The religious creed? Same as most, I imagine," she said. "They never kill anyone, no matter their crime, because they see all life as holy."

"Great, you know about that bit. Now, tell me about the Dragons' law of ownership."

She scrunched her eyebrows in thought.

"I think it's something like... if you can keep something for a week and nobody can take it from you, it's yours," she said. "Possession and the ability to maintain it determines their law. It's why they're so martial about everything. What does this have to do with anything?"

"Beautiful. Now, tell me about the Lion family's courting process."

She wrinkled her snout, finding even the mention of such a process to be disgusting.

"The... male family members teach the younger females about... relations. Themselves. The brides are given away to whichever family members can defeat the males in duels, but if none can defeat the family's patriarchs, the family males marry the girls themselves."

"And what happens when a girl is taken by a rival without a duel?" he asked.

She cocked her head thinking about it, but no clarity came to her face.

"What happens?" she asked.

"Nothing. The males failed to defend their borders, and so anyone who can get through them and take a daughter without a challenge is granted the right to do so. That's why the dragons focus so much on acquiring territory, but the lions defend theirs with excessive force," he explained.

She bit her tongue. It seemed like every time she learned something about the lions, she had more reason to hate them as a people.

"Finally, tell me: How long do wolves mate for?"

Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. "For life, of course!" she said. "Everybody knows that!"

"So tell me: What's the wolf law on the children of rape?" he asked.

"The female is afforded a chance to kill the male while he can't defend himself," she said. "If she refuses, the case is thrown out."

"But what if it's a noble who rapes them?" he asked.

"Then... there's a large court case. Concessions are made. If there are children, the male may see them. Legally speaking, since both parents remain alive, it is a pairing. An inviolate one," she said, shoulders slumping. "Of course, since you're not a noble, it's irrelevant."

He grinned.

"The second I plant my seed in Maka's belly, the lions' law will name me a noble member of their family's house. Of course, that means I'll need to defend my daughters from them, naturally."

He watched the gears click in her head, and saw the revelation strike.

"But... that means in order to have a case against you for raping me, the wolf family would have to levy a suit against the lion family," she said. "Those cases take years just to set up!"

"Tell me again, what does the law of dragon acquisition say?" he said.

"Hold something for a week, and..." she trailed off.

"So I'll be a noble in the lion's house with children in the house of the Dragons, the Wolves, and the Unicorns. The lions will defend me, because their law says they must. The dragons will defend me, because their laws say I own their daughter and it means having a source of intel in the lions' court. The unicorns will defend me, purely because they won't want to see me executed. Fio's children will also be nobles. Your own children's nobility will be in question- but with all three of the other houses accepting my children as nobility, what do you think the wolves will do in response to the pressure? What have they always done in response to that sort of pressure?" he asked.

She scooted back from him, a new kind of fear welling up inside her.

"You're not a madman, you- you're a politician! Why do you want to do this?!" she shouted.

"Because your families refuse to get work done any other way!" he shouted back. "People starve outside the Lions' markets! Why? Because everyone accuses the lions of setting the grounds for guerilla warfare when they feed peasants from other districts! Disease runs rampant in the alleys outside the Unicorns' church of life because they need a three family vote of acceptance before they're allowed to use their healing magic on anyone outside the building, and only nobles may enter their churches! People lose their homes every time the dragons expand their guard ring, illegally and without reproach from the other houses because it's just too much paperwork to fill out for so little a trespass! And in the wolves' demense, where the guards stand noble atop the walls, watching for any sign of trouble from the other three houses, people are robbed and murdered, their wives and children raped and sold into slavery because the guards are too busy watching for a threat when blood paints the walls they stand atop and bones of the innocent pave the roads they patrol!"

He was hunched over the table, every muscle tense. Saliva frothed from his scarred muzzle, and his eyes were bulging from their sockets. His breathing was ragged, and his grip on the edge of the table was so strong that he raked chunks of the wood out with his claws.

Balewif said nothing back, only stared at the yellow dog in a mix of fear and pity.

"If you can find another way to fix these things, tell me so I can do it," he said.

He left her sitting there and drank his glass of water. When he was done, he set it down, sat down, and watched her.

He could see she was thinking. She was dragging her mind across the coals trying to find another legal solution, or maybe even a hole in his own, but she could find nothing. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. But he knew she wasn't fuming in his direction- she was angry that the more she thought about it, the more she was certain he was correct. He saw her conclusion on her face before she knew she accepted it.

"So it's okay to rape people if the effects are good enough?" she asked.

"Of course it's not," he said. "But if Maka's family thinks it was her choice, they won't consider the affair legitimate. It must be the active decision of a male, not a female. The same goes for Eleya. If she's staying here instead of me keeping her here, then legally, she's not mine. As for Fio, if she consented to it and her family found out, they might put her in prison for conspiracy to divert power to other families. Really and truly, you're the only one I'm allowed to reveal my plan to right now. If I reveal it to the others and they agree, it puts them in danger."

She grumbled, but couldn't argue with it. If any of the other houses were rational, then the wolves would be their allies already.

"So, what, you expect me to just let you fuck me now that I know your plan?" she asked. "Even if I wanted to help, it's a bit much to expect me to spread my legs for someone I don't even know!"

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, contemplating. He figured out what he wanted to say, then looked back down at her.

"I only expect you to do the right thing," he said.

She glared at him. He was manipulating her, and she knew it. It was working, too. He wasn't smug about it, though. The frown he wore was genuine. He might have enjoyed the sex, but it didn't look like he enjoyed how he was going about it.

She rolled it around in her head. If she went along with it, they might be able to finally help the people they were supposed to protect. If she went against it, if she did go back to her father and report the entire plan, nothing would change. Her virtue would be in tact, but what good was that when others would be accosted in the streets she was in charge of protecting?

She wrestled with the questions in silence, and Ruble waited. Eventually, he yawned and stretched, and made his way to the bed near the window.

"I'm going to lie down," he said. "Wake me up when you've come to a decision."

He put his head down and closed his eyes, and in a few minutes, was snoozing in the sunlight.

A few minutes later, her mind was made up. She would do the right thing, but the world be damned if someone was going to rape her.

He woke up with a start. He was handcuffed to the bed, and the spreader bar that was around her legs was now around his, and his mouth was tied shut. The sunlight was halfway off the bed, meaning it was only about an hour later. He looked up, and for once in his life wasn't sure he was happy to see a naked woman.

Balewif stood there, her thin body standing in a dominant pose. Around her fingers, the keys to her cuffs dangled with a clinking noise.

"I found them in the cabinet," she said. "I hope you're better at hiding cottages in the woods than you are keys in the cottage."

He tried to ask what she was doing, but only mumbles escaped.

"Also, no peeking allowed," she said, pulling his blindfold down. "It takes away from the surprise factor."

This was not in his plans. He stared at the blindfold, waiting for his punishment to come. Was she going to kill him for all he had done, now? He closed his eyes and waited for the sword to pierce him.

She looked at the man she had tied up in front of her. He was tall, and his wrists and ankles stretched over the head and foot of the bed easily. That just made tying him down easier, though. He didn't seem to have any wolf in him- he even looked like he might have some foreign dog in him. The wiry look was strange, but alluring. His muscles were lean, but big- it was obvious he lead a poor life full of hard labor. She traced her fingers down the grooves in his arms' muscles, and he held his breath. She stroked it, feeling the material underneath tense at her touch.

She grinned as a devious idea popped into her head. She rubbed all the way up to the base of his ears, then lightly began teasing the fur right on the edge.

His ears twitched, but he didn't move his head. A moment later, she was tickling his nose, using the same techniques he used on her. His nose twitched, and sweat started beading on his brow. She remembered her own most ticklish spot, though, and moved her fingers down to just under his ribs.

He knew it was coming, but he couldn't be prepared. She ran all of her fingers down his side, tickling his belly. He jerked, but his muscles couldn't break the oak bed no matter how hard they pulled. She chuckled as he twitched and squirmed under her touch.

She couldn't help but notice something in particular flopping around while he cried and twisted in laughter. She grabbed the inside of his thigh and wiggled her fingertips, and he thrust his hips into the air to escape her tickling hands.

It didn't work, of course; it just gave her a better look at his cream colored package. When she was done with his thighs, she traced her fingers down to his feet.

He gulped. His feet were his most ticklish spot. If he could just fake it-

The second her fingers touched his feet, he tried to jerk them away from her touch. She was relentless. For every laugh she had to suppress before, she made him laugh ten more times. Without warning, she rushed back up his legs and tickled his thighs and ribs. He was powerless to stop her.

The power rushed to her head. Here, in front of her, she had a large, strong man chained to a bed. She was tormenting him, and there was literally nothing he could do about it. Something about it just felt... right.

She placed a hand on his crotch and squeezed gently. He whined, but she didn't plan on hurting the poor dog. Well, maybe his pride.

She slowly rubbed his meat up and down, and his dick started standing up. Already, it was filling her hand and still soft. She could feel it warming up, filling with his blood. When it was finally hard, she had enough room to place both hands around the trunk.

She wondered if it was ticklish.

She traced her hand just underneath it, trailing the line from his balls to the head of his penis. Gurgled whining came from his throat, so she used two fingernails, instead. He moaned in a mix of agony and pleasure, unable to stop her assault. She kept the treatment up, only stopping when a clear, whitish fluid began leaking out the tip.

She smiled, then let go of her toy. She straddled him with her knees, placing his dick between her buns. He moaned and humped upward, driving the hot shaft between them. She clenched her cheeks around him, but no matter how he bucked, he couldn't find entry.

"Nuh-uh," she told him. "You're going to stay perfectly still. I'm going to go at my speed, and if you so much as twitch your hips before I'm all the way down, I'm going to punish you."

He gulped and tried to focus on anything else except for where he was. It didn't work.

She placed her entry over his tip and sank until it was just spreading her lips, then slid it up along the slit, instead. He winced, trying to keep still. Meanwhile, she slid up and down his dick, lubricating it with her pussy. She shuddered when she felt how hot it was- she heard from her sisters what it was like, but to actually feel it was something else. She focused on the texture, letting it rub into her folds.

She placed her hands on his chest, sat up, and rested her slit on his dick once more. Slowly, with the patience of a saint, she sank down on his shaft.

He stared upward into the blindfold, moaning as dull a moan as he could. He could feel her hot, juciy snatch squeezing downward on him. She split around him and stopped moving, and he could feel his muscles twitching. Everything in him was screaming at him to fuck her, but he knew better. She was in control.

Knowing that didn't help much when she started bouncing up and down, though. Each time, her pussy would go down about half way and stop. Her juices dribbled down his dick, letting her sink just a little lower with every bounce. He crossed his eyes and counted to ten, then to twenty, and then to thirty.

Finally, he could feel her wet folds embracing his knot.

She was sitting there, enjoying the sensation of fullness when his hips tightened up and exploded upward. She was lifted into the air with a slightly pained, highly aroused yip. As she fell down, his hips exploded upward again, slamming home with all the ferocity he could muster. With as much pressure as she built up, she just let him. Every muscle he had available went into shoving upward and into her, desperately trying to seed her.

Finally able to hump her, he regained some of his mind and began trying different angles. She was unbalanced at first, and asked him what he was doing, but when he found the right spot she didn't speak anymore- only bounced harder and squeezed tighter.

She looked down at her toy. Drool from her mouth coated his chest, mixed with droplets of everything that splattered from their crotches each time he humped. She couldn't get a good look at it because he kept bouncing her up and down, up and down, and though it felt like heaven, it was dizzying. She lied down on his chest and squeezed his hips with her thighs.

It had the desired effect. He began pounding more frantically, like his pelvis was possessed. She waited for the right moment. Then, just as he was humping upward, she slammed downward. His knot popped right in.

She tried to blink through the pain. Her vision was hazy, and her pussy was still being pounded. He was trapped, though, and couldn't actually pull very far out. His humps were short, fast, and powerful. His knot slammed against her lips' inner walls every time he pulled back, and then against her insides every time he shoved forward. His tip disappeared deep into her, smashing a spot not even her fingers could get to. Her hips rolled, her pussy clenched, and she cried out as her own juices squirted out and onto his crotch. His dick slammed forward one last time, grinding his knot into her meat on the inside, then blasted load after load after load into her depths.

She laid there after the act, resting on his chest and tracing circles in his fur. His dick was still plenty warm and plump, sealing her up and letting his sperm do their work. Maybe pregnancy wasn't the ideal situation, but if things stayed like this, it didn't seem like such a bad one. She sat up, wiped her drool off her face, and breathed in. She could feel every vein, every bump in his dick, and it was wonderful.

"Well," she said, "I've got good news and bad news."

He listened, unable to do much else.

"The good news is, your plan is working and I'm on board."

He nodded, which she took to mean he was grateful.

"The bad news is, I'm a very thorough person. You know what that means, don't you?"

He cocked his head at her, not able to think well in his current state.

"It means we're going to do it a few more times so we can make sure it worked," she said.

He whined, not yet ready to go again, but she was plenty ready. She squeezed his knot between her folds, then started rocking him again. It was going to be a long morning.