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[I]“What do you think about the recent changes made by Ilya Moonwood to his company? Do you expect a future failure or the renewal of an aging mastodon?”

“My opinion? Well! I don’t care what you think or Ilya does. But his latest creations were shit! I don’t have much esteem for him. But Holy shit! Has he no shame? His latest Fall showcase was such a failure! The cut! The accessories! Ilya! You always produced the utmost products for Predators! If you watch this: Wake! The! Fuck! UP!”

[/I]Lambiris sighed as he turned the television off, tired of the constant blabbering of critics who didn’t know everything was to change and adapt. They stuck to the old guard, merely designing clothes for one portion of the population while the other was left aside. For far too long, the preys had been second-zone citizens, unable to get the comfort and the riches they desired, while Predators got the style, the comfort, and the means they relentlessly stole.

Listening to the blabbering of an old-school predator, even as important as Roger Rodgar, did nothing to ease the Reindeer’s mood and mindset… So. He tugged. He tugged and ignored the squirms, the gargles, the spit, the coughs. He pulled, tightened the leash he held in his hand until only remained a faint whistle, music to his ears.

Then he relaxed his grip, barely caring for the heaving breaths and the coughs, the whines, and more.

Was he a terrible being?

It was a just retribution in his mind, as he kept playing with the leash, with the limits, with his new pets. Everyone in the office feared him: afraid of being canned or forced through Domestication. They should; it was what awaited them. Predators should serve, too.

Then… As he sighed and reclined, pushing away his computer with the umpteenth draft made in Ilya’s name, he reclined and relaxed. Lambiris, Ilya’s little pet, Ilya’s secretary. He was more than that. He was a proud Reindeer whose antlers were fully grown and could attract many a females if he so wished to fulfill his calling, as his family called it. Oh, they’ve been egging him ever since his growth spurt.

When your son is suddenly twice your size, you push him to spread out his genes and fuck around…

“Shit, if they knew,” mumbled Lambiris out loud. Then he chuckled, feeling the constant tug in the back of his mind, telling him where Ilya was and how far. He sighed and closed his eyes, focusing on the link and sensation. Yes. Ilya was behind the door. The old Werewolf was a funny pet, albeit a bad one: he had been behaving poorly lately, snapping back on every occasion. Maybe he needed another Domestication session? Nonetheless, he was an almost broken toy Lambiris was almost growing tired of… If it wasn’t for watching people’s dejected expressions when he spoke over Ilya, stole the Bitch’s thunder, and used the granted authority to mock and… Well, berate predators.

Oh, it was fun to have him around. But he desired something else. And without consideration, again Lambiris pulled on the leash, catching the attention of the Werewolf between his legs. Another of Ilya’s surprises, or rather one detail the old Canine had omitted, which led to one of the latest punishments.

“Ilya Ilya… Why did you hide me that pearl?” laughed Lambiris as he lifted the leash and forced the pristine werewolf back, only to grab that snout as he tried to cough and catch his breaths. “Tell me, Kanda, why would Ilya do this?” he asked, glancing at the stuffed condoms attached to the collar.

Despite the massive hands firmly holding that muzzle close, the white Werewolf tried to speak out, but only a gargle escaped from those light lips. Or maybe was it a natural sound as that poor bitch was already round from the loads Lambiris had been pushing within that needy throat? That belly was swollen, the shirt’s buttons popped out. A delicious sight Lambiris enjoyed as he reached to stroke the Bitch’s lips, to feel the cum over them. Then he moved onto the muzzled, feeling the slight tension… Then, the eyes. The glazed-out eyes, empty, without thought, without soul.

“Aren’t you docile?” laughed Lambiris, snapping and watching the Canine’s brain go back into action. The eyes focused, the mouth clenched, the ears stood up. Followed those delicious irises, the pupils’ contractions mixed with the sudden realization of where Kanda was, what was happening, and what was that taste in that mouth.

“HOW DA-”

[I]Snap!

[/I]The ears dropped, the eyes unfocused, the mouth dropped. So simple, so easy, so facile compared to Ilya. With a mocking attitude, Lambiris tapped the side of Kanda’s muzzle.

“Good bitch. Now, move aside. I need your ass,” said Lambiris, giving a firmer smack just to ensure the Bitch was cognizant enough and heard him.

Mechanically, the Werewolf stood up from the pool of cum he had been lying in. Said fluid stuck to his exposed fur, to his ruined clothes, to his condom-adorned collar and belt, to his swollen gut, soft cock, and wondrous thighs. And that ass he presented. With a sigh, Lambiris finally pressed a button on the desk phone and stood up.

He placed a hand as the lock buzzed, and followed Ilya. But the Reindeer eyes were for Kanda’s gaping asshole, as no amount of clenching would spare him the humiliation. Suppose he had his wits back. For a moment, Lambiris’ stroked it… He caressed the fur… Then slipped a finger inside, that one was ready. Another dose of nutslop would be enough.

With a firm sigh, Lambiris’ grabbed his cock and slipped within Kanda. Without care, without thought, without any difficulty. Even if his cock was a monster, comparable to a bat… It slipped inside Kanda’s ruined hole, without a doubt. Soon, the white Werewolf’s tail wagged as Lambiris plowed that hole, eagerly feeding it with cum… While he looked up at the black Werewolf at the door. Ilya. He might have been the company’s CEO, but ever since Lambiris took over and bought most actions, the old Canine was just a toy. An idiot tool who watched Kanda with a hint of apprehension before he returned to Lambiris, watching the Reindeer fucking his boyfriend. Nothing but a cuckold whose dick got hard at the sight.

“… is everything good?” asked the Canine, meekly. Not like the boastful old entrepreneur. Especially not with Kanda bending over and crying out loud, his jaw wide open while saliva and cum dripped from those lips, over his chin… And over that cumflated belly. He reeked like a bitch, and a bitch he was… Going as far as reaching for one condom at his collar and sucking it in, as taught.

“Oh! Yes! Of course! Your boyfriend is such a good cocksleeve, you know that. A good fag for Preys, like you.” asked Lambiris with that hint of disgust and hatred while he pointed at the ground, the cum-coated carpet all around the office. The desk, the sofa, the walls, Lambiris had written his signature all over the furniture and more. “Clean this mess, before we get down to business, Pet.”

Ilya followed his gaze… And his ears dropped. Or was it something Lambiris hallucinated? Nonetheless, he allowed the Canine that instant of observation before he clicked his tongue and huffed; Kanda’s tightening hole sucked his dick hard.

“Get on with it, or I’ll drain all your strength today,” continued Lambiris, tugging on the magical link between the two that time, as a threat.

Finally, it got the message across as Ilya suddenly jerked up and approached. His pace was tense, but he moved near, and, like the good pet he was, he went on all fours. He opened his mouth and outstretched his tongue, reaching for the strand covered with cum while Lambiris watched and chuckled and fucked.

“Keep going,” he laughed, uncaring as he merely paused to bite Kanda’s ears… Before he resumed, added what would be… The ninth or the tenth dose inside? They were losing their importance… Only remained the pleasure of using a Pred.

He chuckled, laughed even… And then, as he grunted, feeling Kanda’s trembling body, he came.

And dropped on his seat, the hydraulics squeaking under his weight… Much like Ilya as he placed his feet onto the Werewolf’s back like a footrest. “Your boyfriend has quite an eager hole, and I was pent-up,” commented the Reindeer as he tugged again on the link, feeling the flowing energy through Ilya’s body and the Canine’s little collar. An enchanted collar Lambiris had been keen to gift him.

“Hrmphh,” grunted back Ilya, his mouth full of cum. He gulped it down, like the good toy he was, and went back to his work.

“Nothing else to say, Ilya? It’s Kanda. Your boyfriend. He’s back from Japan. Do you have anything to say? Before I ask our good friend to domesticate him, too!” laughed Lambiris as he turned to the white-furred Werewolf, clicking his tongue. “Go fetch me a towel outside. No need to put clothes on, they all know you’re a pred slut.”

Lambiris gloated and mocked, enjoying the instant and Kanda’s departure. And his pet’s grunts. He might be miffed and angry, but would it stop Lambiris from enjoying it? No. He laughed while he pulled on Ilya’s lifeforce. Through the link between them, Lambiris stole more of the Canine’s vigor and infused it within his exhausted muscles. Fucking Kanda all day drained Lambiris’ nuts; he felt so… Exhausted.

He infused it all within his sore muscles and watched how Ilya seemed to shrink, to… Become weaker, scrawnier. His black fur wasn’t hiding his enervated muscles. His breath was getting ragged from the sudden pull. Meanwhile, Lambiris looked bigger, more hefty, and robust. His antlers grew larger, while his green shirt started to strain under the pressure. His muscles bulged beneath the fur, their pressure pressing against his skin. He trembled, too, for a second before he outstretched his legs further and nearly crushed Ilya beneath him.

“It’s… A good thing,” replied Ilya, though it seemed he answered through gritted teeth. Was it a remnant of his previous attitude? It seemed ever since Kanda returned, the old canine acted uppity. And… Well, Lambiris didn’t like that. Not at all, as he watched… Pressed the desk phone door, watched Kanda return… As well as leering remarks from the Preds outside. Their leashes must be tightened, thought Lambiris as he clicked his tongue towards the white-furred Werewolf.

“Come here. And come help your boyfriend. Prepare his ass for me,” he ordered as he reclined, and admired.

He admired his previous boss sucking and licking the cum from the carpet while Kanda approached from behind and… Yes, grabbed Ilya’s buttcheeks, spreading them. He spread them, the white Werewolf’s face entirely blank and stupid as those fingers dug within the cushiony muscles and… Forced them apart.[I]

[/I]Kanda’s hands were strong but delicate, the fur of them otherwise pristine if not for the loads and loads of cum Lambiris had plastered over him. He watched them, white as snow or ivory, dig within Ilya’s crevice. They danced along the swollen edge, onto the flesh rent apart through abuse and perversions. The black Werewolf trembled through the touch, through the index pushing through the rim and stretching it further. There was a gasp, a moan. And then… Well, the slight suction from a hole suddenly opened by a voracious finger that pushed and delved. Poor beast, poor pet, it squirmed.

“Deeper, I want him to be loose when I slam his little prostate,” laughed Lambiris, watching another knuckle slip inside and force its way. The old Werewolf naturally clenched and tried to stop it. It brought about Lambiris’ growl and another hit on Ilya’s back.

“Down, pet. Or I’ll drain you wholly and use your dick to fuck your boyfriend,” answered Lambiris, clicking his tongue and enjoining Kanda to continue.

Another knuckle, another huff. But no more contraction, no more constriction. The knuckles slipped inside and outside, the semen lubricating them until the wrinkled folds glistened under the neon light. Lambiris smirked.

“Two more.”

Three fingers it was, then. Three fingers in and out, stroking the edge and tugging on it until the squirm became too much: to bear, to withstand, to observe. Again, Lambiris clicked his tongue, and a mental order followed. Power rushed through him and flowed within him.

Ilya’s shape shrunk again, and so worsened the sensation of the three fingers within as they remained the same but the ass shrunk with the drain. Ilya moaned, that time, and trembled.

“Pull them out,” ordered Lambiris, his hand reaching for one leash while his mind another. He yanked them, made them yowl, but the werewolves’ ears dropped in submission, and the three fingers were out, releasing Ilya’s swollen and gaping hole.

“You can do better, Kanda,” clicked the Reindeer. “I’ll show you how a Pred should be fucked.”

Pride and arrogance dripped from Lambiris’ words. But he was fine, embracing that parcel of his mind. His… Hatred. He hated their strengths, their power, their titles. He almost possessed it all, almost.

He would find a way to be recognized. But for the moment… Submission was enough.

He sighed, his nostrils catching whiffs of many scents surrounding the Werewolves. Mostly his. But Ilya also bore a different one: born of need and excitation. Desire, even? That and the faint scent of precum gave away the Werewolf’s true desires while Lambiris approached, grabbed those hips, and yanked them closer, higher, as he knelt by the Werewolf.

With his cock half-hard, the Reindeer was already bigger than Ilya’s erect cock. His genitals, he always kept them flowing with energy and grown. So much Lambiris almost considered his bat-sized dick to be his average size. Whereas Ilya… Well, he couldn’t be considered an Alpha anymore, even if it was by title. He bore a Prey’s scent, opened his ass to one, and… yes, allowed his boyfriend to be used.

“Breathe, pet. Or it’ll hurt,” enjoined Lambiris, stroking his Boss’ back, sensing the muscles coiling out of fear and the tension snapping the spine in that shape. But the Canine expired and relaxed. Just a bit. Enough for Lambiris to align his thick cockhead with that stretched and lubed asshole.

He pushed within, finding resistance. Yet, no block could restrain the Reindeer as he leaned over his Boss’ back, grabbed his jaw, and forced him to look forward.

“Hrmph. So tight. So so tight. Imagine if I was bigger, bitch.”

Lambiris imagined it, though he knew he was at the limit. If he pushed more, he might break Ilya. But at the same time, feeling the squirming and yowling canine try to escape his oversized cock was…

He shivered, feeling his cockhead so deftly stroked and caressed by the inner walls. Their contractions did nothing but a caress, but a lovely touch that made the Reindeer’s heart flutter. His cockhead was oh so sensitive, but so was the middle… And so would be the base if he hilted himself fully.

“What do you think, Ilya? Bigger? Don’t you want your Alpha to be big and strong?” laughed Lambiris as he nudged their link… Power. He only had to reach out to grab it.

“N-No! Not bigger! I can’t take it!” contested Ilya, his voice a shrill. By god, was he pathetic and yet, he dared to speak and impose his vision on Lambiris.

“Really? You want me to stay the same?” said the Reindeer, giving another thrust and plunging within his Boss’ depths, only one inch away from being balls deep.

“Y-Yes! Please! I can’t take it bigger! You’ll break me!” Ilya cried, Ilya begged, Ilya dared to speak.

Lambiris huffed, but reached. He felt the power in his mind and YANKED!

That time, he wasn’t waiting or testing the water. He had the power; he had the canine in the palm of his hand. If something wrong happened, he had a different canine at hand.

“I’ll break you!” Lambiris shouted, exultant. He yanked, and… Something was wrong.

The link. Their link. He felt it, sensed it unraveling. It had snapped, it had been cut, it had been rent. Lambiris’ eyes widened as he felt what united them dissipate, and… So followed his strength. He grasped, attempted to retain whatever sliver of power remained. Only to find them slipping away. So followed his role.

He trembled, quivered, feeling the sudden lack of vitality draining and nearly pushing him to the edge, to faint. But he didn’t.

He gritted his teeth as his clothes suddenly draped over him, the muscles’ pressure beneath his skin vanishing. His breathing became shorter. His entire world seemed to grow as his height dropped, and, in front of him, appeared a mass of black fur. He stepped back, pulling back from a hole that was way too big for him. He stepped, stumbled, dropped on his back as the mass twisted, rolled, and turned.

A smile.

Ilya smiled back at him, reaching for his neck as he cracked his back, readjusted his articulation, and tested his strength. He flexed his arms before he nodded, finding his status adequate.

“I- Ilya,” mumbled Lambiris, suddenly at a loss of words while his Boss approached, his eyes glimmering with anger and malice, mingling. “Your collar broke! Go fetch a new one!”

“I won’t,” snapped back the Werewolf, spitting right between the Reindeer’s legs. “No more collar for me, little doe. It’s time for payback.”

“Wa- Wait!” shouted Lambiris, reaching out with his hand open. “Remember your therapist! Be supportive, take your collar, and listen to my orders! Remember?”

“You mean, the Therapist you fired and replaced with a fake number. You thought I wouldn’t notice it?” asked Ilya, huffing and exhaling. “You thought me too stupid?”

“WELL… I… Uh. You… Believed me! It was for your own good!”

Just as suddenly, a fist flew and crushed… The chair against which Lambiris was. The hydraulics were ruined with a single hit and… With a bang, the metal cylinder flew and planted itself in the ceiling. For a second, nothing was said; nothing happened except the dust falling from the ceiling, peppering Lambiris’ face.

“My own good? Please! You used your power to mess with my employees, even my boyfriend,” grunted the Werewolf, taking another step and leaning towards Lambiris, his teeth glimmering.

“When… When did you notice it? Why… Why you didn’t do anything? You could have revealed it all!”

Lambiris spoke, out of fear, but also stalling. Maybe… Maybe an employee would check on them. Maybe someone was already calling the police, and they’d come in a few?

“Reveal it? To my employees?” laughed Ilya, gracing the chair with another closed fist, both resting on the cushion support. “If they knew, I wouldn’t be their Alpha anymore. If the rumors spread, I would be barred from the business, little doe! When I snapped back, when I saw you hypnotize and break Kanda, I knew I had to bid my time and find a way to remove that collar! But now… I’m free. Now… I can break you and crush you.”

“You… Could have removed all that time,” said Lambiris, meekly. His ears dropped, out of fear.

Above him, the Werewolf had stopped. His eyes were still focused on Lambiris, but his movements had stopped. His ears perked, dropped. But then, he laughed. He exploded in laughter while reaching from Lambiris’ right antler… And snapped it with his bare hand. He snapped it in his hand, leaving only one stump above the Reindeer’s forehead.

“AH! Ah! I was so stupid! I could have! Saved my company from your failure!” laughed the Werewolf, reaching for the second antler he snapped before throwing both aside. “Fucking hell… You don’t know what you’ve done, Lambiris. You don’t know what will happen.”

“I’m… Fired?”

“Fired? Haha, no.” laughed Ilya, his fingers dancing along the Reindeer’s stumps, feeling the broken bones and the slight blood from the skin at the base, hit by splinters. He stroked the frail and shivering Prey, reaching for that chin he lifted so they met, eye to eye. “No. Let’s talk about a demotion. Or a change of department. You wanted to help the Predators in our office. Making them less aggressive, hmm?”

Lambiris gulped but nodded, feeling the claw finger going to his dropping ears.

“Good. Then, let’s put that in perspective. I have some pent-up anger to release. And you… have to be trained.”

Instantly, the Reindeer jumped to action and tried to roll. He rolled, kicked, trying to extirpate himself from Ilya’s grasp.

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” cried the Reindeer and shrilled when those claws dug into his pants, shredding them. One instant later, the room’s fresh air rushed to his buttocks and stroked the fur on them. Then, the Werewolf’s warm hands were on his thighs, pulling him back and closer despite the many kicks. Again, Lambiris cried, only stopping when the claws dug into his flesh.

“You can cry. But nothing… No one will hear you. You sound-proofed the office, remember?”

Lambiris’ eyes widened, his mouth opened as the burly werewolf suddenly yanked the Reindeer closer and… The Canine’s thick cockhead was pressed against the Prey’s tight hole. In that instant, the size difference was so important, so massive, only the cockhead was needed to make the Reindeer’s asshole disappear behind. Yet, it didn’t stop the Canine from pressing the firm flesh, elongated and rigid, against the wrinkled passage… Innocent. Almost.

“YOU’RE TOO BIG! PLEASE! DON’T! DON’T DO THAT!” pleaded Lambiris, his voice going higher and sounding coarse. Oh, he was ruining his vocal cords already. But it would get worse.

Worse when Ilya’s grip strenghtened and… That cock forced. A glob of precum dripped from its urethra, landing right within the rim and into the hole, oozing and smearing those insides with that warm substance. That glob of gelatinous precum slid and smeared, warming up Lambiris’ asshole. More than that, it reminded the Reindeer of… It. His orifice. It reminded him of the muscles naturally clenching, the pain it would occur, the effort that was needed to relax them.

“I CAN’T TAKE IT! IT’LL HURT! I’LL DIE! I’LL DIE ILYA!”

“No. You won’t. Even if you break, I’ll have you rebuilt and ready. Even if you lose everything and become a fucksleeve… I’ll do my best to keep you,” Ilya answered with a low voice, rumbling with all that anger.

Meanwhile, more globs of precum slipped within. Another… And another. They slowly coalesced inside, forming a little pool whose presence nudged and teased Lambiris. He felt it slosh and move while the Canine kept pushing and forcing against his rim. But he didn’t allow him inside; he kept his sphincter clenched even if it hurt… Even if one tiniest portion slipped within and spread his rim. He tried to resist, tried to refuse, tried… Tried.

“NO! I- I WON’T!” cried the Reindeer, tears streaking across his face and smearing his fur. He looked pathetic, he was pathetic. But it wouldn’t stop the Werewolf from continuing and pushing. Just… A bit more, just until the hole opened, and...

Another cry. High-pitched, long, extended, drawn out, until it ended with a sour note and bawling eyes, drooling lips, and falling jaw. Ilya was inside. Sure, it was almost nothing, but he was enormous. That rim could no longer restrain the Werewolf as he advanced.

The old Canine relished the sensation coming from the contraction over his yearning cock. He hadn’t fucked in… Months? His body was eager for it, his testicles so swollen he was sure he could stuff the Reindeer like a turkey. He thrust.

His hips pushed forward, and that cock slipped again, forcing the rim, which strained but still opened. No more resistance was allowed for the small Reindeer whose body was a shivering and trembling mess. His digits dug into the soft carpet without relief. His legs had apparently given out as they were no longer kicking and moving. His back arched, and yes… Was he mumbling something?

Leaning forth, the Canine weighed on the Prey’s back, pressing his powerful chest against his enemy. Against that… Dastard of a Reindeer. He passed a hand beneath his jaw, another wrapped over one shoulder to caress his chest. He felt the hastened breath and… Listened.

“Please. Please. Please. Please”

Was he begging? Who? Ilya?

The Wolf exhaled right on the Reindeer’s ears, feeling them swipe… And then, he bit them. Not enough to take a chunk off. But enough to draw blood, to feel the iron taste spread over his tongue and awake that need. His eyes widened, his grin continued. And that Prey continued.

His grin turned bestial as he lifted his hips, almost pulled back. Almost… yes, it was only to push forward and harder. He lifted, his tail wagged above his ass… He plunged.

The Prey cried.

The Predator savored the moment a quarter of his cock was inside, the inner walls no longer contracting or able to. He had been too rough, too brutal. But it only pushed him to pull back, dragging along the sphincter attempting to slow him down.

And he pushed again!

This time, it was one-third of his length inside. Below, the poor fucker had almost dropped and fell, stopped only by Ilya’s firm arm over his chest. The begging had stopped, too. But Ilya continued as he pulled, feeling the warm hole pressing from all sides. Did Lambiris have enough strength to attempt to stop him?

Lovely. But vain.

Vain as his attitude. Ilya lifted his ass up again, his rim still swollen from the abuse, and winking back at his boyfriend, at the zonked and absent-minded Kanda. Then, he lowered his hips, pounding that hole. Half. It was enough. Enough length, enough freedom… Enough width so he only had to lower his hand and have it meet with his cockhead bulging from below. A mere touch from his pinkie was enough of a confirmation. He chuckled and then returned to the Reindeer, leaning to breath by his wounded ear.

“Let’s… Dance, fucksleeve.”

He smirked, watching those eyes finally focus and turn, watching him. The Canine saw utter terror in them. But it was not enough to watch it; he wanted Lambiris to regret it. And he pulled. But not entirely, not out. The hole no longer restrained him, but he didn’t want to pull away even then.

Instead, the moment his tip was about to pop out, he punched within and hit Lambiris’ guts, keeping him close despite the squirm. He repeated it, his breath steady and his hips moving like mechanical.

He moved with… Purpose. Yes.

“Purpose. That’s what you’ll have. Here.”

Purpose. A beautiful purpose Ilya shared as he gave another thrust, feeling more than half of his dick inside, maybe two-thirds. Was it enough? No. Thence, he continued. He retreated, rubbed against the Reindeer’s swollen and beaten prostate, an after-thought. Then, he forced onward, feeling the tenderized guts adapt and… yes. Contort.

“STOP!” dared to cry Lambiris, his voice so coarse it might have been a predator. But not.

“Did you stop for my boyfriend? Or me? Or the others?”

“I- I”

“No. You didn’t,” cut Ilya, rough as he advanced, and his enormous testicles finally smacked the Reindeer’s thighs, feeling the muscles tense from the smack. Was he sensitive to spanks?

The thought occurred as Ilya’s slow pace accelerated. He was almost fully hilted; Lambiris’ hole was nearly prepared to be knotted. But not enough. So he sped up. His movements accelerated. His hips gyrated. He lifted his victim’s broken body and adjusted him, lifted that head so that back arched.

He pushed. He pulled. He pushed. He pulled.

Quickly. The only sound that remained, drowning away the grunts and pained breaths, were the hips smacked by those testicles, the cockhead plunging within while producing a chaos of suction. Steadily, Lambiris hiccuped and squirmed, his body and mind overtaken by a seizure as his lean figure was reshaped and broken from within. His guts bulged from Ilya’s canine cock, from the pointy tip to the hefty base, passing over those veins that could almost be traced. Lambiris spat, gargled, his eyes rolling.

But it wasn’t over.

Ilya didn’t stop. He kept hitting. Beating. Smacking. Brutalizing. Ravishing.

His hips moved so fast it was akin to a tremor. His testicles bounced against those cheeks, two heavyweights swaying with each movement. His breath accelerated and quickened, yet controlled as the effort got harder: from the soreness and the restrain.

He didn’t stop, nor allowed himself to cum, despite the pace he imposed. Everything was a blur; everything rushed so fast. Lambiris’ body was about to break down.

But remained one thing. One pride among Canines. One detail known by them and most prey. Swollen, red, heavy, the knot ceaselessly bashed against Lambiris’ tight backdoor but nothing more. It didn’t slip within.

But as surely as Ilya’s movements were brutal, the knot was pressed against the rim. Each time with more insistence. Each time with a speed that almost broke Lambiris’ pelvis. And yet, it wasn’t inside. It wasn’t in… Ilya hadn’t knotted him yet.

It was only a matter of time, of effort. Lambiris’ mind might have gone blank, his body gone limp, his soul gone; it wouldn’t be enough for the Werewolf’s anger.

He howled. He howled and raged, his hind paws digging into the soft carpet and the wood below. He ruined both as he anchored himself and… yes, used both hands, both palms resting on the Reindeer’s shoulders the moment he THRUST!

No cry this time.[I]

[/I]Only a faint breath escaped the Reindeer as Ilya felt… His knot slip inside, brutally. Within… Right against the Reindeer’s sphincter, which desperately attempted to clench back and retain the Werewolf inside. But more… But more than that, Ilya felt the burst going from his prostate to his cocktip.

Within an instant, his groin contracted, and a white-hot flow of semen spewed out.

After…. WEEKS! Weeks of restraint, of not cumming except when the Reindeer allowed. After weeks of nothing but anal orgasms, even as pleasing as they were, Ilya relished the moment. His cocktip burned like a thousand suns while his urethra dilated and… He humped. He didn’t pull back, instead he continued to ejaculate. Again… And again.

His balls kept clenching, the scrotum tensing, and the skin tightening. It felt good, just as good as the weak contraction around his knot, firmly anchored within. He sighed, his nostrils dilating while he caught whiffs of the Reindeer’s musky ejaculation, a droplet of perfume that would be drowned away the moment Ilya pulled back and released the flood.

But not yet, not now. Not directly… He kept his eyes closed, feeling the flow of semen surround his cock, seep through every crevice. And then, the coughs. Yet, his ejaculations were still going. He… Sighed, raising the Reindeer and reclining, forcing Lambiris to rest on his lap while he was in a perilous balance? Why?

To see and admire. To witness Lambiris’ broken expression as well as the cum spewing from each corner of his mouth with each cough and tremor. The Pred had been claimed… Through and through, Ilya’s semen had claimed and broken the Reindeer. That belly, so firm and lean at first, had taken a rounder shape. The brown fur on it had started to become clearer from the lack of density, exposing the pinkish hue below. Even that belly button had popped out from the added pressure within. So much cum… Yet, Ilya continued.

He continued and admired his cock disappearing, no longer bulging from below. No shape could be seen. Even his massive testicles couldn’t be seen with the current angle. As for Lambiris’ bits? Please, they were surely crushed, caught between a rock and a hard place. That belly constantly weighed, but Ilya’s testes were rock solid…

And still churning.

“-ease!” managed to gargle the Reindeer, with one glop of cum dripping from his mouth. His teary eyes had rolled, but, finally, they focused on Ilya. Snot and cum dripped from Lambiris’ nose. His hands and legs were limp, unable to move anymore. Exhaustion for ones, broken pelvis for the others.

“What? Stop this? Lambiris… You’ve been demoted. You will be the company’s fucksleeve. It’s time to step up… Or you’ll be crushed. Let’s do another round. I must be sure you’re prepared to please my dear employees!”

With that note, Ilya pulled on the Reindeer armpits, lifting him despite the shaking head, the pleading eyes… And the gurgled begging. Ilya pulled and released the load… Expecting to add one more before he would have to find a way to make that bastard the company’s cocksleeve.[I]

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“Dude! Don’t you clean after yourself?”

“What? I’m done and cleaning my hands, that’s enough!”

“Dude! Remember! Use the jockstrap to plug it back, damnit! Imagine if the boss sees you!”

With a soft creak, the “Fuckroom” door opened. With a soft creak, the golden letters appeared before the two werewolves, and with it… A couple. One werewolf, his fur as white as snow with a part of his hair covering his eyes. His attire was somewhat relaxed, wearing a sweater and cargo pants. Yet, the one that caught the employees’ attention was the one behind, as black as coal and dressed to the nine.

“I told you. It’s fine if we do a pass to the fuckroom. I know you’re stressed out of your mind,” said Kanda with a soft and calm voice, stroking Ilya’s arm while entering. Then, he waved at the two employees, who quickly cleaned their hands before running away, their heads low.

“I still have to handle the aftermath. Most investors are still calling me out on his choices. Prey fashion! Damnit! What a nonsense!” exclaimed Ilya, raising both hands in frustration while he advanced… Before he lowered his hands, tousling Kanda’s hair between his ears.

“Hey hey… I know. Plus, you know I’m not happy with what happened either? My boyfriend? On a leash? Even now, I’m still angry,” continued Kanda, even though he smiled back. “Front or back?”

“Front. I need to calm down, but if I use my knot…”

“I knoooow. Let’s have a quick fuck, and we’ll get back to our soirée. No more critiques, no more fashion pred, no more debacle, no more projects, nothing. Promise?”

“Promise.” sighed Ilya, his hands reaching down.

With a swift movement, Ilya removed the bundle of cum-soaked jockstrap from the gagged mouth. He looked at that face, turned upside down, so it would be perfect to fuck that throat. He smiled. With the surgery, the Reindeer would no longer have any antlers. As for his bodily needs, they were all handled behind the walls, through IV and constant painkillers.

Even then, he noted the tremors in Lambiris’ jaw when he pulled the bundle and watched all that cum drip from the Prey’s mouth.

With a quick check, Ilya confirmed that fourteen employees had taken a turn with that mouth and maybe more with that ass. He grabbed the pen and added one more line to the tally mark before he went over his belt, opening it.

Stripped, attached, strapped… Nowadays, Lambiris was just a fixture. The Reindeer’s eyes were hidden away under a blindfold while his other senses were plugged, ears and nose alike. Only remained the tongue that dropped and flapped around without any control.

“You’re not inside already? Having second thought?” asked Kanda, from the other side of the drywalls, the plapping revealing how the white Werewolf was already taking his turn.

“No. I was thinking. Give me a moment!” shouted Ilya as he looked down.

Never before had he been tossed so low… Had he been brought to his knees. Never before did he hate someone’s guts as much as Lambiris. And it felt good… Good when his hard cock sprung open, frustration and anger providing him as much a need to fuck that mouth as sexual desires.

He pushed his cocktip within the orifice, feeling the tight clenching brought by reflexes. Like that, the Prey’s mouth suddenly sprung to life as if given an electroshock. Then… He started.

With a slow movement, helped by the tongue stroking his length, Ilya fucked that mouth. He rubbed against the soft, flat teeth, he poked the uvula, penetrated the throat… And went in and out, knowing Lambiris would endure… He wasn’t one of the newly appointed “Fucksleeve” within the lower levels, a few of Lambiris’ goonies that had started to spread within the company before the clean-up.

No… In a way, Ilya believed his former assistant could endure the worst. And if he didn’t? Well, he deserved it. He deserved the worst. And it felt good to be vindictive about it. It felt good to hear the gargling sound, to heed the Reindeer’s attempt to swallow the constant flow of cum Ilya produced. The old Werewolf sighed, satisfied.

He would fix it all… Remove all those Prey parasites. And whenever he needed it, he would fuck Lambiris’ brain out.