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The mistress trembled gently as Her head lifted from the array of pillows that had been spread across Her bed. The curtains flapped against the barely opened window nearby as an autumn breeze snuck into the dim expanse of Her bedchamber. Winter would be here soon, and the Mistress sighed gently as she considered the boys who--like the pillows--lay haphazardly atop Her sheets.

She craved the fresh air that stole into her room like an assassin, but She hated the cold; this tragedy played itself out in Her mind amidst a sea of potential solutions, when the only answer that could ever have been, came to Her.

A raise of Her hand was all it took for a pair of felines to hurry to Her bedside. Their eyes gazed up at Her adoringly, their lips frozen in a dopey smile of contentment that seemed perfectly at home below the empty intensity of their eyes. She admired them only briefly, Her thoughts turned to better boys, more deserving boys. She whispered to them, Her voice as titillating as the breeze that had tickled along Her nearly naked body, Her elfen flesh pale in the moonlight. They listened, and when She was done, they departed.

She could only admire the playful rustle of their too-short maid skirts as the pair of obedient felines left, a flash of orange panty showing when one of the boys turned abruptly to head from the room. The door closed behind them with a finality that drew a sigh from Her barely parted lips, and She drew the blankets tighter, disrupting some of the boys already sleeping on Her bed.

What could She do to fight the chill? Add another pillow-boy to Her collection of course. She smiled as She lay back down, curious who it would be...

***

Zavis awoke with a start. His instincts were honed, but the boy was slowed by an over-abundance of pleasure and comfort. The python's sleek body rolled amidst the covers laid loosely across his bare belly and panty-clad hips. Around him snored a multitude of soft-furred and pleasantly pampered boys, their bodies strewn across the single, massive, bed they shared. The lean male python grinned sleepily as he basked in the glory of a raging boner, the delicate pink-striped panties he wore caressing his morning wood with a familiar comfort.

A single finger slid across the impressive length of his panty-clad dick. The boy was careful not to stroke too hard, lest he be caught, but a simple touch wasn't too much to ask, was it? The snake's eyes slid closed, the simple pleasure enough to bring a smile to his thin lips as he urged that throbbing morning wood to linger a few moments longer.

The snake's brown and tan scales lay pale in the moonlight streaming from above, his body a rolling canvas of taboo desire. Around him other boys lay in oblivious, peaceful repose, and only the occasional muttering breath or soft exclamation born from a scintillating dream interrupted the serpent's midnight debauch. When a shadow fell across him, the snake's playful fingers continued undeterred.

"The Mistress summons."

Zavis' eyes rolled towards the sound of the voice, and felt his heart skip a beat at the words themselves. At the foot of the bed stood one of the maidboys, his head canted gently and that distant smile still holding fast to his lips. Zavis' hips lifted as he rolled them once, eyes half-closing and a yawn wracking his scaled body.

"I'm coming" the snake answered.

***

Ket was dreaming of oysters when he felt the tug on his feet. In his dream, it was seaweed wrapping itself around his foot, threatening to turn the simplistic joy of the boy's recurring oyster dream into a brooding nightmare. It pulled at him again, and the boy spun helplessly in the sun-dappled waters of a distant bay; then he awoke.

The chestnut furred otter's body wiggled beneath the legs of a sprawled lynx, the velvety water-rat's pelt slick with sweat that only impassioned his slow awakening with foggy lust. A smile cracked his muzzle as his bleary eyes slid shut, enjoying the sensation of the lynx's stocking-clad legs rubbing over the otter's own bare thighs. He gasped out, still half-asleep. His loins bubbled with need, but even then he held that need in check.

The soft tan colouring of the otter's belly and chest was broken up only by the red satin panties he wore, the fabric shimmering in the pale moonlight that drifted from the windows set so high above the beds. Each breath he took, however, became a danger. His own stocking-clad legs spread, shaft jutting prominently upwards between the sleeping lynx's thighs. He could feel their warmth pressing against his aching dick, and he relished each trembling gasp that wrenched itself from his barely parted lips.

Another tug. This time it wasn't seaweed, but a maidboy whose face held some shadow of amusement.

"The Mistress summons."

Ket bit his lip and rolled from beneath the lynx, abandoning those legs for something far more enticing.

***

Andre had barely slept. The well-groomed hyena's face was buried into the sweet-smelling down of a satin pillow. There was no respite in dreams from the burning need in his loins, and his body trembled even now. Hot breath puffed against the fabric of his pillow as his hips ground into the inviting grip of his sheets. His ass trembled in in the confines of the delicate lilac panties he wore. The little ribboned bows on the hips of the sheer panties bobbed in time with his rutting hips, and his will-power held on by tattered threads.

The tawny-furred hyena's body arched up slowly, his dick slipping into the folds of the sheets melding hot flesh with cool cotton. His heart raced, and pre-cum trickled into the light purple fabric of his panties, darkening it in a show of lust that would have had the other boys oozing as well. His balls tensed, then relaxed, only to tense again with another thrust of those feminine hips. His shaft was an iron-rod of desire, virile and strong, but always vulnerable... especially now as he teetered on the edge of an orgasm that he both desired, and dreaded.

He froze as a soft, musical giggle drifted through the haze his lust had cast across his eyes. The hyena was still quivering with need, pre-cum oozing into the enticing fabric of his panties even as his head twisted to spot the maidboy standing nearby.

The maidboy was pulling down on the hem of his own skirt, watching with stoic interest as the hyena nearly rutted himself right into the Mistress' disfavour. The skirt barely hid the rock-hard prick of the obedient servant, brightly coloured orange panties peeking out from beneath that hem no matter how hard the maidboy tried to cover it up.

"The Mistress summons." The perpetually delighted-looking feline said at last.

Andre blushed, feeling the embarrassment that came with such a lapse in self-control all the more for having been seen by one of the maidboys, and at how close he had come to joining them. The thin white thigh-high stockings he wore slid smoothly over the sheets as he slipped off of the bed.

***

Felix awoke to find his own blonde hair plastered to his forehead, sweat trickling down the toned expanse of his bare belly and soaking the sheets beneath his spread out body. While the gentle snores of over two dozen sleeping boys filled the dorm-room he'd been assigned, at least one had woken early.

The bat's black panties were under attack, the tent in them lewdly caressed by the paws of a nearby raccoon whose body was tangled in the limbs of a dozing fox. The raccoon's eyes were closed, but his paw was very much awake; it stroked and tugged at the hardened lump of bat-cock trapped in Felix's lace-trimmed panties. Even as he blinked himself awake, Felix's hips lifted from the bed, thrusting into the air with that raccoon's paw curled forcefully around the base of his aching dick. His balls were heavy with an orgasm he couldn't bear to release, but as off-guard as he was, the boy had no idea how to stop it.

Felix's paws pulled at the raccoon's arm, eager to both stop the sneak attack, and allow it, at the same time. Short, heavy breaths dragged themselves from Felix's nose even as his belly tightened. The deluge of pre-cum soaking into the--now glistening--silk of his panties was little more than a precursor to the cream he could feel bubbling in his heavy sac, waiting to explode all over his fit stomach and trembling hips.

It was the raccoon who cried out first, however. A short, dire moan of humiliating pleasure that brought several groggy heads up from their pillows along the length of the bed; Felix's head was amongst them, curiosity breaking through the expectant--and unrealized--embarrassment of creaming his panties, prey to the midnight sneak-attack.

A maidboy standing nearby offered himself as the only clue as to what had happened, his paw tacky with fresh cum and a stern look of disapproval mitigating the usual dream-like daze of the Mistress' servants.

"The Mistress frowns upon such acts" he informed to the writhing raccoon, whose paws clutched desperately at his cum-soaked briefs. The vapid, cow-like eyes of the maidboy turned to rest on Felix. "The Mistress summons you."

Felix needed no second invitation.

***

Zain was still sleeping as a maidboy--a petite red fox--crawled into bed beside him. The glassy-eyed maidboy's programming had grown weaker as the days of his mindless servitude to the Mistress stretched on. His own personality lurked beneath his glassy expression, and now and again it surfaced; soon he would be free to play and conquer his rivals once more. For now, some hidden desire lingered in the aching loins of the young servant, his plush foxtail swaying behind him as he drew in the scent of the one he'd been sent to collect.

His paws stroked along Zain's body, enjoying the inviting sensation of well-brushed fur against his fingertips. The sleeping silver-fox murmured once at the first touch before obligingly stretching his athletic body out for further exploration. His whiskers bristled, and his tail curled lazily around one thigh even as the maidboy licked along the round indent of his quarry's bellybutton.

"Please Mistress... no more..." the prone grey fox mumbled, drawing a rare smile to the increasingly self-aware maidboy. The errant servant's fingers drug themselves through the speckled rosettes which ran down Zain's sides like scales, feeling them as though they were some new toy to be played with. Hot breath tickled across the silver fox's muzzle as the maidboy allowed himself the pleasure of kissing those sleeping lips, a pair of fingers running along the underside of Zain's sky-blue silk covered dick.

He didn't toy with that hot meat, he simply felt it, enjoying its virile liveliness and its sense of musky dominance. The silk panties the slim silver fox wore rippled beneath the the red fox's fingers, leaving a trail of darkened blue fabric as it soaked up the pre-cum oozing from Zain's tip.

"The Mistress summons you" breathed the maidboy, dipping his muzzle in towards Zain's ear to pass the message along in a warm whisper. He admired the silver studs running along the ridge of the sleeping boy's black-furred ears, but he had more work to do.

He pulled away even as Zain's eyes fluttered open, a gasp echoing in the stillness of the room as the boy roused himself, his dick aflame with desire and his fur tingling as though he'd just been brushed. He blinked himself awake, but as he sat up, there was no sign of the messenger; the message, however, lingered, even as Zain rolled from the bed and padded towards the door obediently.

***

Aetos lay awake, his body meshed with the tangled limbs of four other boys as they luxuriated in the downy plumage of the blue-feathered swallow's body. Slighter than most of the boys, Aetos had often found himself hard-pressed to compete with the broader, thicker and sturdier bodies of the mammals he'd been drawn into Her service with; now was no exception.

A snow leopard's head lay on the swallow's white-feathered belly; a deer's arm curled around his thin neck; a smooth-skinned neko's legs were tangled up with his own featherless, stockinged limbs; a long-muzzled tanuki's mouth lay dangerously closed to the stretched fabric of his distended panties. The avian's talons curled into the sheets as he tried to ignore all of this, seeking some solace in sleep, which stubbornly refused to arrive.

The hollow-boned swallow blushed as he tried to endure the breath tickling at his rock hard shaft, his lime green panties standing at attention with all the vigour of the most dedicated soldier. He could try to wake them, but what would they do? The thought of having all four of them teach him a lesson for waking them from their sleep both horrified, and excited, the young bird. His beak worked soundlessly as his head lolled on his pillow, legs spread and heart racing as though it were being chased by the devil himself.

A fleeting inkling of desired dominance stole through the submissive bird's brain as his winged arms stretched to lay across the dozing bodies of the boys who'd made a pillow of him. He'd show them, he'd make them cream their panties then laugh as they were hauled off to be processed for maid duty... yes, he would---

"The Mistress summons you" the whisper of a voice drifting from an unseen source. The Tanuki's head blocked the bird's view of the foot of the bed, and as quickly as it'd come, the sense of dominance was gone... replaced with an anxiety that had the boy desperate not to wake those who'd chosen him as some kind of living sleep-aid to pursue their own pleasure.

"I...I'm coming" the bird replied, unsure if they were even still there to hear him... but how would he get off the bed? Aetos sighed, that blush returning to his cheeks as he lay there wondering.

***

Talonious had been a rare catch for the Mistress, and he knew it. Even as he slept the boy exuded a sense of ego that caused even the most competitive of Her boys to waver when they found themselves against him. The Celestial Dragon was no stranger to his own self-importance, and now, as he lay amidst his rivals, he made sure that even as they dreamed, they dreamed of him.

Seductively sheer white panties were held high by the impressive cock trapped within them, legholes stretched by the iron-like meat, exposing the red flesh and grey balls of the powerful male. Though he looked more like a wolf than a dragon, the boy carried the arrogance of his brethren in every coaxing roll of his grey-furred hips. The light pink bow on the waist of those deliciously distended panties bounced as he rolled about, heedless of the sleeping boys he might roll atop of.

His snores were rumbles of pleasure, and the curled horns poking free from his fuschia hair were a constant reminder that it was his pleasure that was important, no-one else's. A paw curled around the waist of a panther who'd ventured too close, pulling the smaller boy in as though he were a plushie to be cuddled.

The feline squirmed, not quite waking, before settling into his role with a tired yawn and a fitful descent back into deeper sleep.

All that power and attitude was locked in every feminine curve, every smooth expanse, and each throbbing twitch of his body. But Talon was short. Shorter than the others in the bed.

"The Mistress summons."

The voice woke him, anger flaring in his still-bleary eyes. "Who dares--" he began, only to see the maidboy standing over him. "O-Of course..."

Even ego had its limits, and Talonious would obey.

***

They arrived one at a time. Aetos was the last. The avian came upon the milling collection of sleep-addled boys with a nervous smile and a noticeable attempt to remain completely unnoticed.

The hallway was dark, the lights dimmed for the evening hours, but all of the boys knew their way to the Mistress' chamber as though it had been ingrained in them at birth. The sometimes Labyrinthian compound proved no match for the lust burning in their bellies, and the desire that kept their cocks dribbling pre-cum even as they waited.

"Another one?" Talon muttered to no-one in particular. Aetos felt his cheeks flush, but he remained silent.

"What's wrong, Talon? Nervous?" Felix leaned in to stroke along the celestial dragon's side, his fingers curling slightly to cup one of the dragon's hips before Talon pulled away.

"Not nervous; annoyed. You guys may as well just head back to bed now before I have to send ya there with y'er wads coolin' in y'er panties." The dragon's tone was as forceful as his words were blunt, each of them congealing in a pool of pride which hardened the boy's intent.

"Oh please, not that." Ket slid his paw across Andre's belly from behind. His prick ground into the hyena's ass, rippling the slightly larger male's purple panties with the straining ottercock that lewdly distended Ket's own briefs. "You'll protect me, right?" His voice was smooth, tinged with a well-practiced flirtatiousness that hid the boy's predatorial nature. Andre simply smirked and pushed the otter's hand away.

"Sure, right up until you stab me in the back, water-rat. I know how you work."

Ket smiled as sweetly as he could muster, letting his hand be removed from the tan expanse of the hyena's belly. He pulled away only after planting a warm kiss to the back of Andre's neck, turning to move towards the door that they had all found themselves called to stand before; he didn't see the tremble that ran down the hyena's back at that simple kiss.

"So what... what happens now?" Aetos' voice faltered before his composure began to take hold, and his voice grew stronger. The testosterone bubbling in the hallway was hidden by the soft silks and shimmering, groomed fur of the boys gathered, but each was a predator in their own right; each was a competitor who would do whatever it took to be the one to pass through those doors.

"Such good boys. But not good enough. Not yet. I only have eyes for one of you tonight, but who? I'll let you decide. Choose wisely, boys." Zain read out the note that had been placed squarely in the middle of the looming doorway. The grey fox's arms crossed over his chest as he considered what the words meant, the fox's plush tail curling around one of his own legs. "Well, she must mean me."

"You wish", Zavis snorted.

Zain spared the snake a glance of bored exasperation toward the other boy's worn-out attitude. What else could the note have meant? They would decide? Well, he'd decided. The fox stepped forward and pushed on the doors; they stood fast. "Locked." Zain frowned as he jiggled the handle, pushing once more with no more success.

"Told ya", sniped Zavis, grinning as he strolled over to stand behind the frowning fox. "She isn't just gonna let some second-rate boy like you into her bed." His words dropped in volume, practically whispering them into Zain's ear by the time he'd reached 'bed'. The fox flushed, turning to face the smug-faced snake.

"You'd know all about that, eh? She doesn't wanna cuddle with a piece of luggage-to-be like you, I bet." The fox's flush grew hotter as he spoke, his fingers running through the crest of bed-mussed headfur that threatened to spill down over his left eye. A few of the other gathered boys watched the back and forth between the two with no small interest. Zain's blue eyes held Zavis' brown eyes firmly. It was Ket who broke the stalemate, however.

"Now now, children" he teased, "A little test of endurance will answer our question for us." The otter's sleek movements brought him towards the two feuding boys, pushing them apart with a gentle shove against both of their bellies. "We'll just see who's worthy the old fashioned way; who can outlast the others."

"Too easy" snapped Talon harshly, drawing a little jolt from Aetos as the avian's head snapped towards the diminutively aggressive dragonboy.

"Oh hush" scolded the otter, his hips swaying as he walked, highlighting the hypnotic bobbing of his achingly hard prick in his little panties and the rounded swells of his well-formed butt. "Get in a circle and let's get this over with, shall we? I have plans for tonight."

Mumbling followed, but the others saw the wisdom of the otter's suggestion, and soon all seven of the boys stood in a circle. They looked one another over with a mixture of disinterest, and need. Their pricks hung heavily in the silky fabric of their panties, a rainbow of musky meat just waiting to gush and spray with only the slightest slip in their owners' self-control.

It began slowly. Each boy letting their fingers travel across their own groins, some cupping their balls, others tickling along the underside of their own shafts; each watched their opponents, sinking into the role of both pleasure-giver, and receiver, with their own budding lust howling at the gates of their minds.

"No cheating now" Andre shot towards Ket, watching the otter's nimble fingers stroke over that pillar of otter-flesh so poorly hidden in the boy's tented red satin panties. The fabric folded and curled around the jutting meat like a second skin at times, and Andre had to admire its sleekness in those crimson ripples of fabric.

"Otters never cheat" Ket replied, his legs spreading as he stood in the small circle of eager boys.

"They never win, either" coo'ed Felix as his own hips thrust forward with a wanton dominance that had both Andre and Zain admiring his rock-hard shaft. Zain licked his lips, his blush returning as he imagined that salty meat slipping into his muzzle. The thought sent a tremble through his hips, his cocktip leaking pre-cum even as he pinched at the underside of his dick.

The boys crowded one another, the circle shrinking as each of their warm bodies sought out the others'. Soon, they stood hip-to-hip, the circle shrunk down to a mass of burning bodies and dripping panty-tents. There was no escape now. Hips rolled, and the terse teasing gave way to panting breaths and strained jaws. Caught up in the moment, none of the boys were lax in their adherence to the rules. No-one tried to downplay their own pleasurable stroking, and everyone felt the need boiling in their guts.

Talon's dick bobbed as his hand slid up and down its length in increasingly long strokes. From balls to tip he pushed his hips forward with each trip up to his tip, and pulled them in each time his knuckles bumped into his own heavy balls. His eyes scanned the eyes of his opponents, and he smirked. Zain's eyes had closed as he enjoyed his own touch, but Zavis caught the small hybrid's gaze and held it as he'd held the fox's earlier; Talon didn't back down, the two stared each other down even as they jerked themselves off. The smaller male's white panties glistened at the tip of his tent, pre-cum sneaking through the slick fabric and threatening to run down over his paw any second.

Zavis pushed his own hips forward, as though directly challenging the straining meat of the celestial dragon. The snake's heart was pounding in his chest, and his cock almost hurt with how badly he wanted to cum--how long had it been?--but he held on, he held that gaze, and he pushed the dragon to try harder.

Aetos was the most conservative of any of them. His eyes held fast on his own slim birdcock. He had no external balls to billow out the bottom of his panties, but his trim meat curled upwards and gave the illusion of there being more in there than there was. He teased with one hand at the bottom of the cloacal opening his shaft had slipped out from, the other squeezing the girth of his prick in rhythmic little jerks that had his knees feeling weak. The boy's delicate body shuddered as he drew in the scent of mingled lust leaking from the other boys. When Ket's hip bumped against his, Aetos gasped out and grasped his dick as though trying to halt the orgasm he felt welling in him; nothing came, and the bird relaxed back into the soothing rhythm of his squeezing and jerking.

Ket rolled his eyes, proudly displaying his dick with all the tenacity of a well-established slut. Ending up beside Aetos in the circle was an opportunity the otter couldn't pass up, bumping the bird now and again with hips made strong from a lifetime of swimming. The otter leaned forward further than the others, his dick pointed out straight into the inside of the circle made by his fellow competitors. With Andre to his other side, the boy didn't so much feel trapped between them, as he felt they were trapped beside him; he had a veritable buffet of prey to tease right out of the competition. Sultry eyes travelled over the hyena's dick, but the otter kept his thoughts focused on seeing a few of these weak boys cum.

The otter grit his teeth as his own fingers found a particularly sensitive spot of his dick and he nearly found himself being the first to cream. His toes curled into the plush carpet and his hips raised as a series of shuddering gasps trickled from his throat. A few pairs of eyes turned towards him, expecting to see the first boy eliminate himself from the contest, and Ket seemed ready to do just that. His shaft jerked in his panties and he felt himself about to go over, but he held on, somehow.

"Ah.... ah...." his breath came as hot and heavy as his shaft wanted to. But the crafty boy, as close as he was, saw an opportunity. Aetos was amongst those watching, his own hand speeding up as though of its own accord. "Unnngh..." the otter groaned out, "I--I'm cumming!..." His hips gave another hard thrust forward as though he were about to gush, and once more he wondered if he might do just that.

Aetos, distracted by the otter's seeming defeat, failed to notice how close he was either. The otter's shout was all it took for the bird to feel the bottom drop out of his belly, however. His hips lifted--much as the otter's had--and he felt his climax crash into him like a freight train hitting a go-kart. The boy's body trembled in the throes of ecstasy as his cry of pleasure drowned out the otter's feigned cries of delight. Cum bubbled against the stretched fabric of the swallow's bright green panties. It darkened the fabric as the first trickle oozed from him, before with another cry of exhausted need, the bird began to gush. Thick arcs of cum shot almost straight up, and only the way Aetos' upper-body leaned back saved him from painting it across his own belly.

It hit the floor with a subtle pattering sound, and every eye in the group was on the blushing, shuddering, humiliation of the first of them to cum. Even as the bird came, both Zavis and Andre found themselves fighting hard not to join him. The sudden change in the smells of the hallway nearly sent them over the edge, that proud dick unloading impotently into the bird's panties a thrill that few boys could resist reacting towards.

Aetos' fingers clutched his own belly, as if trying to hold onto the pleasure that was churning it like a cauldron of stew being stirred. His cheeks were aflame, and his beak remained parted throughout the entire roller-coaster of embarrassment, and cum, he was riding on. As the flow began to taper off, he could feel it growing thick and cold in his panties, the spent seed pooling in the crotch of the boy's panties and made all the worse by his lack of balls. Finally, it was done, and he was left panting with exhaustion, his own cream cooling in the small feathers of his groin.

"One done" sneered Talon.

"Five to go" added Zavis, gaze turning pointedly towards the dragon-hybrid as he said it.

Aetos' head drooped as he sought to catch his breath. His cum shimmered in the carpeting at his feet, and a small trickle had found its way out of one of his panty's legholes. It wormed his way down his thigh even as his prick began to soften, that aching, proud tent collapsing.

"Goodnight, bird" teased Ket, who dropped a wink at the easily dispatched boy he'd tricked into cumming.

Aetos fell out of the circle, scraping up what little pride he hadn't left congealing in the carpeting, and started the long walk back to the bedrooms. His stockinged legs were jelly, but they carried him away as quickly as he could manage. The others watched him go the first few steps before he was forgotten, left to vanish into the gloom of the hallway as unnoticed as he'd tried to arrive.

The stroking resumed once more. The hole in the circle that Aetos' predictable exit had left empty by the remaining boys as they sized one another up. The atmosphere within the circle changed, however. Every boy had seen what was on the line now, and their own vulnerability had become more than just a pessimistic possibility, it had become very real.

Confidence gave way to wariness, and with that wariness each boy began looking for openings in the others' defenses. A sly stroke here, and little nudge there, a heated breath against a vulnerable ear; each boy did what they could to coax another one of the determined competitors to cream without breaking any unwritten rules, or pushing it too far.

It was Zavis who finally brushed away subtlety and simply reached over to grab the dick of Felix beside him. The bat's shocked protest didn't bring much sympathy from the others. The snake was still jerking himself with his other hand, and they'd never said such interference wasn't allowed... had they? The bat's body tensed up, his belly tightening as his thighs spread instinctively. Unlike Aetos, the bat had a healthy pair of balls to round out his black panties, and they jostled as he humped up into both his own hand and Zavis' curious fingers.

The bat was no push-over though. Swiping his blonde hair from his face with his free hand, Felix leaned in to bite at the snake's throat. The circle shuddered as the two boys pressed their bodies against one another. The two would-be alphas struggled in the deliciousness of their own arousal and the bat felt his dick slap against Zavis' several times. Though their feet remained pointed into the middle of the circle still, their hips had turned towards the other at an angle. Zavis' head reared back, offering up the tan underside of his throat to Felix's brash bites and nips.

Zain--who stood to Felix's other side--didn't want to be left out of such a mess of slick male body contact, however. Even as Ket turned in towards Andre, and Talon watched with avid interest, the silver fox's free hand slipped behind the bat. He caressed the soft silk-covered buttcheeks of the lean grey bat. That single touch was all Felix needed to realize the danger he was in. His ass pressed back into Zain's hands, and his cock trembled in Zavis' grip. Though the bat's free hand had moved to grab for the snake's shaft and return the favour, his heart wasn't in it; his heart was in his throat, moaning out the tender pleasures being visited on his panty-clad hips.

Black silk rippled and pulled taut across the bat's ass as he leaned forward. Zain's fingers dipped between his thighs from behind, caressing the cleft of the boy's defenseless rump briefly before cupping his balls as they hung heavy between his thighs. Felix's legs were turning to jelly in the tight grasp of the shimmering fabric of his thigh-high stockings. Toes pointing upwards, the boy rocked back on his heels slightly, feeling the hot pressure of his dick as it thrust forward into Zavis' expertly plied tenderness.

Zavis grinned despite the furtive nibbling of his throat; the bat was desperate to see the snake cum before he found himself unable to hold out against both Zavis, and Zain's combined assault. Between each of the little bites tickling Zavis' throat, he felt Felix's warm breath puffing out in barely stifled gasps and at least one moan.

Even as Felix struggled against what seemed--increasingly--to be the inevitable, the other boys were more focused on their own roaring need to worry about the weak-willed bat and his overpoweringly insistent compulsion to empty his nuts into the soft silk of his panties. Andre and Ket had entered a duel of wills; each boy grasped the others dick dominantly, both of them locked in a kiss that shared as much warmth as the slow, determined tugs and squeezes they were visiting upon their opponent's rigid meat.

Ket's panties could barely contain the burgeoning Otter-dick threatening to pop free from one of the legholes, his cock pushed out straight into the satin and easy prey for the well-practiced strokes of the larger hyena. The svelte otter's well-toned body leaned forward into the kiss the two boys sought to overpower the other with. His tongue slid across Andre's gum, tasting the spit that slipped between their grasping lips and savouring it like a fine wine; the boy was no amateur. Though he could feel the lust building at the base of his cock, a knot that would end in a mess if he were to let it unravel, the Otter's mind floated to other places.

Andre's mind was trapped firmly in the heated embrace he was caught in, however. His eyes were half-lidded, and his tongue wrestled with Ket's, but the hyena was growing increasingly desperate to see the smaller male cream his crimson panties. His own purple briefs were stretched lewdly, pre-cum trickling along the underside of his vulnerable prick even as the otter's hand pumped his base with mechanical precision. Occasionally the young otter's fingers would dance up the rock-hard length of Andre's manhood, squeezing his tip before returning to torture the trembling hyena's base. The hyena's hips rolled in time to the otter's movements, and despite himself he rose to his tiptoes, sucking in his belly a bit as his back arched and his quivering meat jammed upwards in a powerful thrust. His breath stole from him, shaky and filled with need.

Talon watched with placid indifference, his smug smile reeking of a dominance which contrasted sharply with his size. With the gap left by Aetos on one side of him, the hybrid was free to simply watch the others; Zain was far too busy with Felix to care about the diminutive dom. His hand continued to pleasure his own powerful cock, the wolfen creature's pleasure was locked at a plateau that kept him safely distant from an unexpected orgasm... but still his breath was hurried. His heart raced and his balls ached; who would be next? That single question had him squirming on his toes, watching the little battles as though he were a member of some invisible audience, and not a competitor seeking to subdue the other males present.

Felix answered the hybrid's silent question with a cry.

The bat's cheeks were flushed, his body wracked with pleasure that threatened to throw him over the precipice of a shattering orgasm with each second that passed. Soon, it was too much, and with a drop in his belly he realized that he was finished. His hips bucked foward, thrusting once more into Zavis' grip before the first squeezed-out droplets of cum soaked through the flimsy fabric of his panties. The lanky bat's whole body pushed forward seconds later, knees nearly giving out as Zain's hand gave his nuts a rough squeeze. That final squeeze coaxed an arch of cum from the bat's dick that nearly hit Ket on the opposite side of the circle. It glistened as it rained to the carpet below, painting a streak across the dried seed the swallow had left behind.

Ket and Andre broke their kiss, still teasing each other's poles while watching the bat's gush. Thick cream pumped out Felix's quivering body in fragrant spurts, his shaft soaked through by the juicy fluids that failed to escape his panties.

"Another one bites the dust" chortled Talon, the hybrid letting out a short bark of laughter that only heated the blush burning in Felix's cheeks. The bat's orgasmic cry of pleasure was louder than even Aetos' had been, the all-encompassing humiliation of being made to cum only heightening the experience for the defeated male. When Zain's hand pulled away only to slap Felix's clenched asscheeks, the bat fell to his knees as though struck. A final paltry trickle of cum seeped from his tip as he kneeled on the floor, legs spread and hands braced against the sticky carpeting beneath him. Already he could feel his cream growing tacky as it pooled inside his briefs, slick and cold now that it had been forced from him so impotently.

Falling back onto his haunches, knees still spread and eyes lowered, Felix gasped out his breaths in soft submission.

"Nighty night, bat" teased Zavis, running a finger along the edge of one of the eliminated bat's large ears. What could Felix say? With his dick crumpling in his cum-soaked panties, softening after the explosive release, the boy only shivered. When he rose at last, the others had all but disregarded him; Zain eyed Zavis hungrily, Ket and Andre had returned to their stalemate, and only Talon watched as Felix fell out of the circle and trudged dejected back into the darkness of the compound's depths; there would be no Mistress for him tonight.

The distraction had afforded Andre an opportunity that he grabbed as firmly as he had Ket's dick. Even as the chestnut-furred Otter watched Felix's messy exit from the game, the hyena pressed in tightly against him. Andre's cock ground against Ket's, his heavy paw sliding around both shafts at once. Squeezing them even as their musky fragrance mingled into a single alluring scent, the hyena growled out dominantly. Ket's mind was still aflame with images of Felix's elimination; that he could be next only provoked the otter to moan out in response to Andre's increasing aggression.

The two cocks mashed together as Andre's paw slid up and down them. Though Ket grabbed for the larger male's fingers, he couldn't break their grip on his dick as they pounded up and down his length furiously. There were no more tender touches to be had, he was being milked. The change in strategy seemed to have alleviated some of Andre's own need. As he stepped up, adrenaline coursing through his veins, his own bubbling cum seemed like a distant afterthought to the look on the struggling otter's face. He buried his lust in the wide brown eyes of the otter, diving into them to escape his own pent-up release.

It worked.

Ket found himself on the defensive, his belly trembling with fast breaths that soon left him as light-headed as the torture his dick was enduring. Predator became prey as Ket realized that the hyena would show him no mercy now, he was caught! The young otter made several plays to escape his fate, but each failed in the face of Andre's determination to see the little water-rat eliminated next.

Helplessness blossomed in Ket's heart, and despite his own desire to win, he found himself giving into it willingly. Submitting to the hyena's furious turn-around, the otter could only cry out his pleasure as he felt the knot in his lower belly melt away.

"Ah! ... Ah!... Ayyyyye!" Ket's voice rose as his paws lifted to grab at Andre's shoulders. Ket's crimson panties were a mess of sweat and pre-cum already, but as Andre dipped his head down to bite firmly down on Ket's throat--cutting off the mustelid's cries of pleasure as he did--the otter felt the first trickles of cum soak into the fabric; Andre felt it as well.

Held up straight by Andre's forceful frottage, Ket's dick shot his first wad of wasted cream almost directly upwards. It painted itself across Ket's belly, trickling down to fill the dimple of his bellybutton with viscous fluid. The second shot nearly reached his chest, streaking through the tan fur of his underbelly in hot ribbons of impotent virility. Otter-spunk gushed in spurts and arcs, making a mess of his own fur, and Andre's, before it began to taper off. Cum oozed down the underside of the vanquished otter's red-satin panties, dripping to the floor once it'd reached his balls.

The hyena's clenched jaws kept Ket's head tilted backwards; he couldn't see his own orgasm, but he certainly felt it. His own lips were parted, his eyes half-lidded and his cheeks on fire with a blush that mirrored the redness of Felix's face as he'd departed the circle. Still Andre pumped his dick, coaxing every last drop of the otter's cum from him before releasing his grip on both throat and shaft. Licking his lips, as though cleaning it of flecked blood after a messy kill, the hyena dropped a wink that coincided with a shove to the shaking otter's chest.

"Get out of here" huffed the hyena, rolling his eyes as he resumed stroking his own dick. The hyena was still stiff, even as Ket felt his own cock soften into his sheath, his panty-tent flattening into an unthreatening bulge. The otter stumbled back from the shove, nearly losing his balance in his weakened state. Ket stifled a short cry as he fought to keep his balance. Cast from the shrinking circle so unceremoniously, the otter's jaws grit in a flash of angry embarrassment. He dropped his gaze even as the others turned away from him. The otter's heart thumped in his chest, but what could he do? He left, another proud contender forced to slink from sight with his tail between his legs and his dick sticky with his own seed.

Andre spared the departing otter's back a sardonic little wave. He snorted out a huff of derision before turning back towards the circle. He was stopped, however, by Zavis's hand coming from around his hip. Standing behind the hyena, the python grabbed for the victorious hyena's proud cock with the casualness of a dangerous predator. A single trailing finger was all the warning Andre had before he found his sensitive meat firmly entrapped!

Zain wasn't far behind. Even as Zavis hugged Andre to him, still stroking his own meat with his other hand, the silver fox moved to put the snake in the same position... only to find his own cock clenched by Talon! The celestial dragon had grown bored of watching. With three competitors already nothing but memories and spent cum hardening on the floor, the cocky boy moved in to claim some kills of his own! Zain's single-mindedness in trapping Zavis allowed the hybrid to easily capture the silver fox in turn.

Zain's feminine body pressed back into Talon's more powerful form with barely restrained expectation. The fox's muzzle parted in a gasp of surprise that melted into a moan of unbidden desire. Talon's shaft stroked upwards into the cleft of Zain's ass. The hybrid's dick pressed firmly into the trembling fabric of the lean vulpine's sky-blue panties, and the fox could do little but wiggle his perky cheeks against it.

Both Andre and Zain found themselves simultaneously jerked off from behind. The fox's left arm went high to grab for the hybrid's shoulder, while Andre's hand dropped to grab for Zavis' greedy, groping fingers. There were no words that would have suited the moment, so all four boys remained locked in their respective struggles. The pace of the contest had been slow and leisurely in its delivery, the boys' bodies moving with languid, and nearly gliding grace. Even now, amidst the panting breaths of the captured fox and hyena, and the deeper, more controlled sounds of their personal predators.

The metal studs which ran down one of Zain's ears glinted in the moonlight which dappled the hallway. They drew Talon's attention, the grinning creature's head leaning into the fox's plush ears before licking along their sensitive base. The celestial dragon's rough tongue bathed Zain's fur, the girly vulpine becoming putty beneath the tender ministrations of the larger boy's well-trained tongue. It swirled around the cup of the boy's swiveling ear, as gentle as a finger and as slick as oil. The fox's hand--giving up on shoving away Talon's arm--curled around the larger male's bicep, squeezing it with a deliberate fondness. His tongue lolled, tongue-tip poking from the side of his mouth with a lazy nonchalance which spoke loudly of his crumbling defenses.

Even as Zain fought against his own growing reluctance to fight back, Andre had no such compunction. Gritting his teeth, the hyena pressed back into Zavis, though unlike Zain, Andre sought to grind his own rounded ass into the snake's inviting cock-tent. His thighs were tensed, muscles tight for all the wrong reasons. The hyena could barely focus with the insistent shouting of his dick clouding his thoughts; it wanted him to give in as badly as Zavis did, but the hyena resisted. Each second brought another flash of pleasure, however. The snake's hands were a blur on the weakening hyena's length. Each tug pulled the hyena one step closer to a climax that he fought against with all his might, but his stamina was weakening.

Zain's head tilted back as the fox's legs thighs spread invitingly, his dick jostling and bouncing with the determined strokes of the celestial dragon. The hand which held Talon's bicep slid higher, cradling the side of the wolfen creature's head even as Zain's barely parted lips let slip a heated moan. His balls were a churning mass of eager cream and the horny fox could only revel in his position as the dragon-hybrid's intended victim. The vulpine's thin cotton panties had begun to become shear with the sweat beading in the boy's fur and as his hips thrust forward forcefully, his dick was framed perfectly in the darkened blue fabric.

"Give in" growled Talon, his voice deep with a murmured intensity that betrayed his own lust. His cock was an iron shaft of willful domination thrusting against Zain's ass, sliding over the taut seat of the other boy's thin panties.

"Make me" purred the fox, the words as much an invitation as his spread thighs.

With the fox's muzzle still turned upwards, Talon's face dug deeply into the silver fox's cheek, biting at his whiskers with little regard for the other boy's well-being; the sounds Zain made as he was nibbled and licked, however, laid to rest any worries that may have arisen as to his well-being. When Talon looked up, however, he caught a look from Zavis that carried an idea with it. The idea was silent, but it screamed nonetheless. The hybrid grinned around a mouthful of Zain's finely furred cheek.

Andre let out a yelp of surprise as he was steered by the snake lewdly handjobbing him from behind. Tugging the hyena's dick to the side, Zavis felt the tremble that nearly sent the horny hyena right to his knees, and capitalized on it. Pushing forward gently, as Talon did the same, the two predators pushed their prey flat against one another! Like a musky sandwich made up of lean, girly, boyflesh, both Andre and Zain found themself belly-to-belly, their dicks spearing into each other's guts as their muzzles hung inches from one another.

Zain adapted, Andre resisted. The silver fox's muzzle dipped forward and caught Andre in a kiss that all but sealed both of their fates. Zain's tongue dragged itself across Andre's teeth, and Andre's tongue twisted itself around the fox's. Their cocks released by their captors, the young fox lost himself to his lust and began to rut against the other male's soft gut. Zavis and Talon still stood behind their respective victims, lavishing them with soft attentions that only exacerbated the raging boners trapped in the two boys' panties.

Zain came first. The intensity of his breaking climax brought a gurgle from the boy's throat. The kiss with Andre broke only long enough for a short cry, before he was captured by the hyena's lips once more. Thick cum gushed once again, and another boy found himself dropping out of the contest with a flourish of self-destructive excitement. After the initial trickle, a geyser of cream spurt across Andre's belly, and despite himself Zain pushed the front of his own panties down. His bare shaft bounced with its newfound freedom but continued to cum powerfully all across the hyena's tawny fur. Talon's muzzle came in from the side and caught the silver fox's neck in mid-climax. He bit down, claiming his prey officially as Zain continued to spray.

Andre burst seconds later. The feel of the warm cum on his belly as it trickled towards his upthrust dick was too much for him. More cream spilled helplessly, and as his legs tangled up with Zain's, he began to paint the silver fox's white-furred belly with hot cum. The hyena's ass clenched as he let out a garbled cry that mingled with Zain's fading shouts of pleasure. The two boys clutched at each other, writhing on their feet as the weight of the snake and hybrid pushed them together from behind. Andre was distinctly aware of how his--now cum-soaked--panties clung to the hypersensitive flesh of his cock, of how his dick throbbed with each sensationally intense pump of cum firing from his tip.

Zain's blue eyes were glassy with exhaustion as he leaned into the cumming hyena. His own cock was spent, his cum cooling against the hyena's belly and his own as the two boys were shoved together. Smeared with each other's seed, they shared a moment of intimacy that transcended the humiliating nature of their position. The pale blue eyes of the fox caught Andre's gaze, and held it. The look was broken only by a shove from behind. Cast aside, the two boys fell into a heap together in the middle of the hallway. Andre's dick was still oozing cum, but Zain's had already begun to soften as they collapsed atop one another, limbs splaying a little and their breathing heavy.

Zavis' eyes held Talon's as the two losers between them fell from notice. Licking his lips, the python grinned.

"And then there were two." Stepping over the small pile of discarded boyflesh, like a soldier striding victoriously over the battlefield-dead, the python forced himself into the hybrid's arms.

Behind them the two sprawled boys slowly gained their feet, leaving with no pomp or recognition of how close they'd been to winning it all. Andre's head hung, his ears wilted and his flaccid dick slick in his cum-stained panties. Zain, however, basked in his afterglow. The slut of a fox took all such things in stride, and though his cheeks burned with a blush that seemed as much a part of him as the sly grin on his lips, he couldn't help but give his fellow loser a firm squeeze to one asscheek as they vanished into the gloom of the hallway.

Of the seven stiff dicks that had started the contest, only Zavis' and Talon's remained heatedly erect. They had both unmanned at least one rival, and now there stood only one more conquest between either of them and the Mistress' lap. Neither would let up now, but it was Zavis who took the early advantage. His dick speared up into the base of Talon's dick as the two boys' bodies pressed together. Rolling his hips, he stroked his tip across the underside of Talon's girthful shaft, and blew warm breath across the hybrid's neck.

There was no subtlety now, only burning desire and white-hot lust cascading across the boys' hormone filled thoughts. They latched onto each other's tense bodies and rutted like animals. They bit and licked and stroked and moaned. Zavis grabbed for the soft meat of Talon's asscheeks, and Talon in turn slid his claws gingerly across the scaly back of the sleek serpent. They embraced as lovers, even as they sized each other up for what was to come.

Talon's foot moved around one of Zavis' legs. Lifting as though to caress the back of the snake's thigh, it proved an effective obstacle for the boy to trip over instead. Talon shoved forward, and Zavis found his balance robbed by the foot pressed into the back of his knee. The snake gasped out, and he found the cum-tacky carpeting rushing up to catch him as he fell. The hybrid fell atop the serpent and together they sprawled. Talon's weight was a welcome burden atop him, and the snake allowed himself the leisure of enjoying the feel of that grey-furred body pressing down onto him.

Even as the snake moved to curl an arm around the hybrid's shoulders, however, Talon was moving. The celestial dragon sat up, straddling Zavis' belly and grinding his balls along the yellow underbelly of the passion-addled snake.The hybrid's cock bobbed with each rolling thrust of his hips, the boy's white satin panties rippling, and the little pink bow on the elastic jiggling. The wolfen-dragon was smiling widely, as though he'd just watched someone fall victim to a particularly clever trap. His free paw moved back, squeezing Zavis' cockbase before letting out a low rumbling mrrrr.

"Those panties are gonna look awful nice on my trophy wall" teased the hybrid.

Zavis snorted derisively despite his vulnerable position. His hands lifted to stroke down Talon's chest, curling into his fur. "You'll have to take 'em first."

The hybrid only licked his lips hungrily. His paw slid upwards along the impressive dick of his final opponent before the boy simply turned to put his back to Zavis. Still seated atop the snake's belly, Talon's body stretched itself out until he was laying atop the serpent once more, but with his face pressed right into the poignant meat of the snake's cock now. Tugging aside the crotch of the snake's panties, the hybrid hungrily licked along the bare flesh of Zavis' gleaming shaft. Saliva mixed with the already liberally flowing pre-cum that trickled down along the snake's length.

A single lick was all the snake got before the girth of his dick was sliding between Talon's lips. Head bobbing hungrily, the hybrid took the snake to the hilt almost immediately. He was as hungry for the cum he knew he could milk from from the serpent, as he was to win, and that hunger betrayed itself in every movement of his body.

Zavis groaned out, unsure what else he could do as the hybrid began sucking him off. His face was trapped between the wolfen's thighs, and his arms grasped at the other boy's legs just below the rump of those tantalizing purple panties. The plan was not without its risks, however, and Zavis quickly realized his position was not as precarious as he thought. Even as his hips humped eagerly upwards into Talon's mouth, his own tongue slid itself across the hybrid's satin-covered balls. He felt the wolfen creature's thighs tighten, trying to deny the snake access to those tender nuggets, but Zavis' thin snout easily buried itself into the musky fragrance of the other boy's crotch. He worked his body down slowly, and it only took a matter of inches before he could feel the hybrid-dragon's cock pressing into his cheek.

Zavis' let one hand rest atop Talon's ass, squeezing the cheeks and kneading the trembling fabric which covered them. The other moved to slide the crotch of the dragon's panties to the side, letting the boy's heavy meat slap against his face as their bodies rutted into one another. Talon was helpless to stop it, redoubling his efforts to make the snake scream and cum like the other loser-boys had. He shivered as his pre-cum slickened cock disappeared into Zavis' mouth, his balls slapping against the snake's nose-ridge as he humped lewdly.

Talon's tongue had wrapped around Zavis' length some seconds earlier, squeezing it as best as it could while slithering across the musky girth. It let go only when the dragon-hybrid's head pulled up high enough to grace Zavis' dick with a second or two of chilled air before engulfing it in the warm dampness of his muzzle once more. The two boys raced for the finish with a zeal that would have brought a smile to the lips of the Mistress herself. Their bodies were furnaces, burning hot with wanton lust that washed away all thoughts, save those of victory. There, before the Mistress' doors, one boy would emerge the victor, the other perishing--or at least creaming his panties--in humiliating submission.

But who?

Talon clung desperately to his earlier won advantage. Gravity helped his muzzle slide down the snake's dick, his chin butting against the other boy's loins with each impaling thrust of his muzzle. Zavis' muffled moans were a fuel to the hybrid's desires, though even he couldn't deny the skill with which the snake's mouth was milking him. The advantage gave way bit by bit, and soon Talon's addled mind allowed itself to focus more on the pleasure he was receiving, than what he gave.

Zavis felt the momentum shift. His mind had teetered on the brink of submission, but it steeled itself now. He hungrily devoured Talon's manhood. Pre-cum slickened his tongue, dilluted in the snake's saliva but still rich with flavour. The boy's eyes half-closed, the knot in his belly long since grown to Gordian proportions. There was no hero here to cut it in half, however, and it lay in Zavis' gut like a lump of steel.

Talon could feel his resolve crumbling. His own tense abs shivered with an anticipation that ate away at Talon's furor. He found it harder to concentrate, and caught himself at least once moaning into the cock lodged firmly in his mouth. Grimacing around his meal of horny snake-flesh, the hybrid gasped as Zavis' hand dipped between the panty-clad cleft of his ass. Clenching his cheeks, the boy unwittingly thrust his hips into Zavis' mouth. The snake's jaws parted, and as the hybrid thrust in, his balls disappeared into Zavis' gullet. He was fully caught now, his balls jostled and ground about by the snake's questing tongue, while his tip dipped into the tight abyss of his opponent's throat. Both of the snake's hands moved to Talon's ass now, and they held his cheeks firmly while ensuring he couldn't pull out of that trap-like mouth!

The hybrid was finished. That simple realization brought a heat to his cheeks which matched the inferno in his loins. His head pulled off of Zavis' dick, his voice rising in a tumultuous cry of passion that echoed into the darkness of the hallway. His cock quivered, his balls sloshing about on Zavis' tongue like a pair of finely ripened grapes being savoured for their delicate bouquet of flavour. The cum inside had a voice now, and it demanded the hybrid submit. Give in. Give up. Go back to bed. Just... let it happen.

So he did.

His cream came with a pressure that surprised even the snake. His almost tired-seeming suckling suddenly becoming a torrent of fresh cum. The first load squirted down the boy's throat, as if eager to reach its new home in his belly. The second he was ready for, pulling his head back just enough to let it collect in his mouth. Talon's balls popped from between Zavis' jaws, shiny with saliva. Cum trickled from the corners of the snake's mouth as wad after wad of the musky fluids gushed from Talon's throbbing dick. Zavis didn't swallow, he let it run from his mouth; like a victorious racer dousing himself in champagne, Zavis wanted to wear his victim's seed.

Finally, he had enough. Shoving Talon from atop him, he rolled the boy off of his body and laid him out on his back. The final few spurts of Talon's climax streaked across his own belly. The hybrid's dick was still stiffly jutting into the air, but its time had come.

Zavis sat up, gasping for breath and letting Talon's spent cream trickle down his chin. He looked the vanquished wolfen-dragon over, grinning smugly as he did. The other boy's eyes were closed, his chest heaving as he sucked in breath. That proud dick began to soften, falling flat against his lower belly before slinking back into the boy's sheath. The purple panties had been held in check by the hybrid's erection, but with it gone, the elastic snapped back into place with a soft sound that brought a giggle to Zavis' cum-stained lips.

"So much for you..." he murmured between his own heavy breaths. Unlike Talon's, Zavis' dick was still thrust dominantly upwards. The boy replaced his panties, letting his battle-tested meat relax in the soft embrace of pink and white striped silk.

Talon made a half-hearted reply, but it was barely a murmur, and the snake wasn't listening. Rising to his feet, he approached the door, giving his cock a final reassuring stroke before tugging the note down. Glancing over it, the boy tossed it back towards where Talon had finally begun to gather himself; clearly they had followed its instructions, and he had been the one chosen to fulfill the Mistress' desire.

Him.

The snake smiled at the thought. Pushing the door open, the boy looked into the Mistress' chambers with the eyes of one who'd seen the gates of Heaven itself.

"You called, Ma'am?"

The single question drifted almost dreamily from the snake. He slid through the door, closing it behind him, leaving Talon to make his way groggily back to bed alone unseen.