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Chapter 34 - Knight

Waddling over to his bedroom, Ember pulls off the smart clothes and lays them gently on the bed, relieved that they didn’t get too heavily soiled by that horny interrupt. The underwear guarding the trousers are damp and as he attempt to peel them away, strands of glistening pre string them to the tights. He pulls the underwear off, tossing them on the floor and does the same with the tights, finding his sheath utterly drenched underneath. Incredibly horny, and with his tights only pushed down to his knees, he grabs his sheath and furiously pumps it over his soft canine dick.

He feels the pleasure of the greasy skin slipping over his shaft, but can’t get the real satisfaction that comes with being erect. The sounds it makes are wet and sloppy as the prostate works hard to keep the area well lubricated. He masturbates until his arm grows sore, whereupon he releases a frustrated growl and drops to his knees. Blind horny, having bounced back from the edge several times, he heaves his chest and stares down at his cock. His mouth drools as the vapours rising from his red hot pecker enter his nose. He squeezes the meat in his hand, stealing as much pleasure from this torment as he can, but ultimately it does nothing to help. Finally dropping his arm, he heaves his lungs to regain some clarity and dejectedly pulls himself to his feet to go and perform his morning cleaning.

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Finishing with a cold rinse, he dries himself off with the air jets and wanders back to his room to pick out some casual clothes. He also transfers the suit carefully back onto hanger and ferries it downstairs. Cal is in the main hallway, dressed in his fine butler attire and is busy examining the insides of the grandfather clock when Ember gestures to his suit.

“Where should I put this to change into later?”

“Just a sec,” he replies, pulling the final chain to reset the weight. He stands, closes the glass door and turns to the black wolf with a smile. “We’ll put it in the wash room with the spare sets. We’ll just label it to make sure no one takes it, and I’ll inform the staff too.”

“I can’t imagine anyone would confuse it with their own, it’s a little big for a human.”

“True, but doesn’t hurt to stop them trying.”

Ember is led to the other end of the house and into a room with two washer-dryer machines and a load of heated racks and overhead lines for clothes. There is a hook on the back of the door which becomes the suit’s new home until it is needed again. Cal pulls a curious face in Ember’s peripheral vision and looks away when he’s caught.

“What?” Ember asks, securing the hanger.

“Nothing, I was just looking at your collar. How are you finding it?” Cal asks innocently.

“Well, it works that’s for sure.”

“Oh yeah? Did you test it?” He grins and Ember nods.

“Master did; I had to change underwear.”

“Huff, I’d like to borrow those later,” Cal says unashamedly and leads them back out into the hall. “I don’t think you’ve seen the downstairs bathroom yet, but it’s just over here.”

He opens another door into a modest washroom, even for servants standards. It’s decorated in much the same way as the upstairs only there isn’t a bath. The shower looks to be an uncomfortable size for his kind, and must be used exclusively by humans. Cal would be too tall for the shower head, and Voigt and Hess would be too wide to turn around. Despite the size of the amenities themselves, Ember is still impressed by the room as he steps inside.

“It’s bigger than my old kitchen.” Ember winces; hating to have reminded himself of that hovel.

“I meant to ask you about that.” Cal says, drawing his attention when they’re back in the narrow hall. “Do you need to retrieve anything from your old place?”

“I never really thought about it.” Ember leans back against the nearby wall. “I never had much at the tribe, and when all that was destroyed, all I had were the clothes I had on me and a little money. I didn’t even bother with a phone because I had no one to contact.”

“I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything back at the cabin that you’d like to bring here.”

“I didn’t have anything of value, even the TV was one I found discarded. I couldn’t get signal there, but it had a DVD player built in and you’d be surprised how often people just chuck disks away. Anything else I had were just some books and clothes, but none of those will fit me anymore.” Ember looks down at his wolf-skin, still finding it strange to be wearing anything in this state.

“Alright, I just thought I’d ask. Especially if you plan to stay and call this your home, I want to make it feel like one.” Cal puts his hand on Ember’s shoulder. “If you plan to stay,” he reiterates expectantly.

“If I plan to stay,” the black wolf grins cheekily and pushes off the wall. “I should probably go help Hess with making the sandwiches.”

“Oof,” Cal grimaces over-dramatically, “that sounds challenging. Don’t go burning yourself out.” He winks and sees himself out to continue his duties.

Shaking his head, Ember slips into the kitchen where Hess is already laying some frozen baguettes onto a tray. The chubby wolf tips his head in quiet greeting and loads the oven.

“Need my help with anything?” Ember asks, trying to think of a way he can be useful.

“Honestly not really. It’s just sandwiches,” Hess says apologetically. “But,” he adds, noticing the creeping dismay, “there’s no harm in having an extra pair of hands.”

The sous-chef instantly brightens back up, happy to have something to do instead of waiting around. He suits up and is given minor tasks to do around the kitchen to prepare for later: cleaning dishes and surfaces and inventory checking. Hess retrieves some meats and cheese from the pantry and they start building an array of sandwiches. During this time, the two wolves continue on their conversation from earlier, teaching Ember about all the classes of Dungeons and Dragons and their unique traits.

“So what do you think?” The chef asks, adding layers of ham to a baguette, now they’ve had time to cool.

“I don’t know, they all sound kinda fun. A Druid just sounds like a furry.” He laughs, helping cut slices of cheese. Hess smiles coyly and raises his eyebrows as he nods.

“You’d likely not be surprised to know that it is a popular choice among them.”

“Padalin sounds good too. I like the knight in shining armour idea.”

“Pa-la-din,” Hess corrects, enunciating the syllables. “And yeah, they’re alright; too goody goody for me though. I’m a sorcerer or warlock kinda guy.”

“They just sound scary. Just some normal dude given otherworldly power. They’d be so unhinged.” Hess gives another smile, but toothier and with more furrowed brows. “Yikes, ha ha.”

“Don’t get me wrong, they’re all fun in their own way, but I like to play troubled characters.” The brown wolf giggles deeply and evilly.

“Stick with what you know I guess.” Ember smirks. “So have you done it before? Being a DM I mean.”

Having cut enough slices now, Ember wraps up the cheese in waxed cloth. He then watches as a level of care goes into building the sandwiches that betrays Hess’s passion and skills in artistry.

“No, I’ve only played online before. It’s a bit awkward because you have to have a webcam for your dice, but some of them were American so meeting up was not gonna happen. I wanted to run my own campaign and some of my seasoned D&D friends said they’d love to play with me.”

“You sure they were talking about the game?” Ember smiles, resting his chin on his hand.

“Har har,” Hess mocks, sticking out his tongue. “Anyway, I picked out this good one for beginners with vampires and stuff in, and gave it a go.” He finishes up making the sandwiches and pushes himself off the chair. “Everyone designed their characters and, as you know, we had a session zero which went very well. Put the cheese and ham back, please.”

Ember nods and takes away the remaining ingredients before continuing the conversation. “It sounds fun. So what would I need to do?”

“You need to create your character. Choosing a class is just the first step. Although some people think of a character first and retrofit them, but I think for a new player it’s good to start there. Then you pick a race you like the sound of and give them a gender, or make them agender if you want. But, most importantly, you need a backstory. What’s their name? What’s their purpose; their goal?” Hess gesticulates purposefully as he talks, getting excited.

“Gosh that sounds really difficult.” Ember leans back in his chair, getting nervous again.

“Only if you try to do it all at once. You never imagined characters in your head? Growing up maybe? Never thought of some kind of fantasy involving your knight in shining armour?” Hess leans forward, pressing curiously. Ember looks down at the table, drumming his fingers on the edge.

“Well …” He says, looking back at the wolf who seems expectant. “I just always liked the stories as a kid where there was a hero who’d save everyone, or just a damsel in distress or something.”

“You could play him. You could be a valiant knight set to rid the world of vampiric evil.” The brown wolf gestures wildly as he speaks, getting energised by his own ideas. “You could know of someone trapped against their will or hear of a town sieged by bloodsucking demons and make an oath to slay them or rid them of their curse. Perhaps you are easily swayed by temptations of evil, so you have to fight the urge to become one yourself and keep your moral compass pointing north.”

Ember stares at him. “That was impressive, how did you do that?” He asks, surprised by the impromptu character building.

“You need a good imagination to be a DM,” he replies, nonchalantly shrugging and tapping his temple. “So, you could play a character like that.”

“Yeah, he sounds fun,” Ember says after a short deliberation, thinking about how playing a hero sounds so contrary after spending most of his adult life being told he was little use at all to anyone. “You really think I could play someone like that though?”

“Of course! I mean you’re pretty much already …” caught in the heat of his excitement, Hess stops himself and quickly refocuses his attention back to the sandwiches, putting them on plates.

“What?” Ember tilts his head, a smile creeping on his face and trying to get the other wolf’s attention.

“Nothing,” Hess snaps quietly.

“Come on, what were you going to say?” Ember leans forward on the counter, laying his muzzle on his forearms to look as endearing as possible. “Heeeessss?”

The brown wolf blushes every time he catches Ember’s eyes and tries to keep his attention down on the meal, but getting more and more affected by the look. He lets out a slow breath and folds his arms on the worktop.

“I was gonna say …” he fiddles with the tie string on his apron, refusing eye contact. “That you’re our …” he trails off, mumbling the last word.

Ember twists his head a little, grinning really widely with his ears pinned back. He’s realised already what Hess is trying to say, but wants so badly to hear it. “Yeah?” He urges, speaking softly.

“Our hero,” Hess mutters and instantly turns around, embarrassed he’d even said it out loud. “Stupid fucking brain.” He berates himself and angrily moves to the sink to start washing a plate. He stops and whimpers when he feels a pair of arms slot under his own and pull him into a tight hug from behind.

“You’re adorable,” Ember whispers into Hess’s ear, leaning to affectionately nudge his muzzle into the side of Hess’s head.

“Not,” the chubby wolf replies quietly.

“Yeah you are, and right now, you’re looking like a damsel in distress. Makes me wanna -” he speaks breathily and nibbles at the wolf’s neck, avoiding the collar. “- rescue you.” he teases, lowering his register.

Hess is glad the other wolf can’t see how flustered he is, having to carefully put the plate down, lest shaky hands break it. He stifles a squeaky moan when he’s bitten, tilting his head away submissively to allow better access.

“All I meant was …” Hess mewls, attempting to recover his embarrassment, while his knees slowly rub together, “now that you’ve come here, a lot of good stuff has happened.”

“I think I can accept being your hero,” Ember grins and turns the wolf’s body to half face him, then directs his muzzle so they can kiss. Meanwhile his hand slips down the front of the rotund belly and starts groping at the layers of fabric below. “Oh,” he says, breaking the kiss, “you aren’t wearing your chastity collar?”

“No,” Hess drawls, desperate for the kiss to re-engage. “Master’s not put mine on yet.”

“Hmmm, in that case, I think you should be the one to take his sandwiches up. Show him how much you need that collar.” The black wolf keeps less than an inch between their lips, letting them occasionally touch but not kiss.

Hess whines, staring up into the amber eyes of the dominant beast. “You … want me to deliver his food with a boner?”

Fuelled by the frustration he feels Ember pushes further, exploring the power dynamic over this other wolf.

“Want me to make it an order?”

Hess shivers at the wide grin he’s met with. The bared teeth and narrowed eyes straining his cock so much he fears bursting the stitching of his jeans. “You’re … getting so dommy,” he huffs, the goofy smile coming back in. “It’s so fucking hot dude.”

Pushing past a mental blocker with renewed energy from that confession, Ember grabs the D-ring and tugs on the short wolf’s collar. Hess yips and his smile instantly drops as his expression switches to a lovechild of worry and horny. Ignoring the lack of an answer, Ember growls and proceeds under the assumption of affirmation, knowing well enough by now that it will please him to be told what to do.

“Consider it an order then,” the towering wolf says. “You are to get your cock out, make sure you’re hard, and take your master his lunch. I want you to watch as your erection retreats into your sheath when he puts that collar on you. Left desperately horny and no longer able to enjoy it.

Hess vocalises a long exhale, never taking his eyes off the dominant wolf, listening to every word of his command. A deep sense of respect and subservience triggering in his mind when he is controlled so efficiently. He nods quickly and confirms, “Yes sir”, before unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out.

“Ah ah,” Ember interrupts as the brown wolf turns to collect the food. He reaches down and gropes the brown wolf’s dick which responds to the touch. He squeezes the forming knot inside the sheath and slips it back, causing the wolf to jerk his hips and grunt. “I want your cock fully erect.”

“Y-yes sir,” Hess moans, selecting a few sandwiches onto a small platter. He takes off his fur-guards and potters over to the door, dick swinging as he walks.

“Good boy,” Ember praises before he leaves, and he notices the tail start wagging as he closes the door into the hall.

Cal steps into the kitchen almost immediately after Hess leaves wearing a curious face. He hikes his thumb over his shoulder in reference, hoping Ember can explain.

“I’m starting to think you want to become his owner.” He laughs, walking closer.

“I mean, I do enjoy being a dom, and it is very fun to control him.” Ember admits, reaching up to rub his ear.

“You did really well with me, so you definitely have a knack for it.” Cal smiles and leans on the prep island.

“It was exciting trying out something new with you. So do you think he’d really want me as his owner?” The black wolf takes over from where Hess left off with the dishes, setting knives and the bread cutting board on the rack to dry.

“I wasn’t sure earlier, but now you’re just giving him orders, absolutely.” Cal chuckles. “It’ll be an interesting dynamic for sure, but I’m curious … do you enjoy being on the receiving end too? From the master I mean”

“Yeah I do. My ex was way more top than bottom, and mostly dominant. Sometimes he’d be in a more … service-top mood, but it wasn’t common.”

“That’s good. Because, and he’s probably not expressly mentioned it to you but, Voigt really wants to fill you with his load.” Cal sits down on a chairs and leans on his elbows as Ember turns away from the draining sink.

“Heh, well, I just hope I don’t doesn’t disappoint then.” He unplugs the sink and picks up a towel. “I’m excited for it too I think; nervous, but excited”

“Why nervous?”

“I guess Voigt just gives me power top vibes. I feel like I’m gonna be in trouble.” Ember busies himself drying the cutlery, getting worried about whether his hole could take such a beating.

“Well, yes, but he’ll fuck according to how the sub likes. He knows I like really slow grinds, and he knows Hess likes bound and abused. So, if you fit anywhere in between those, I know he’ll accommodate you.”

“Not too soft, not too hard eh?” Ember titters, and Cal does the same.

“He can call you baby bear too if that’s what you like,” the white wolf taunts playfully.

“I don’t think I’m quite ready for daddy-son role play.”

“Not quite, heh.” Cal picks up one of the sandwiches with ham and pickle and takes a bite.

“Hey, cheeky. It’s not time yet.”

Cal swallows and sticks out his tongue. “The master’s not joining us, I can do what I want.”

“Alright, Hess.” Ember grins and drops the towel so he can take one too.

“We do have some similarities. But nah, I’m not like that, I was just kidding. We just don’t have a time for today, just eat when you can.” He says around bites, being careful to not mark his white shirt.

“So now we just wait for the staff to show up?”

“Pretty much. Your chef should arrive earlier than the others I’d imagine to continue with food prep, unless there isn’t much to do. Hess will likely have told her himself.”

“Yeah I think we got most of it done yesterday.” Ember nods, finishing his piece of baguette.

“Either way, they’ll all be showing up in about an hour.“

Cal finishes his sandwich too and starts explaining again what is expected of the new wolf and how he should present himself. Ember assumed he’d get another lecture, but he appreciates that this is a delicate scenario and needs to be handled professionally. He nods along and catalogues the information in triplicate.

“When the guests are all done with their meal, I’ll come into the kitchen to get you to change, which you can do in the downstairs bathroom. Then, come into the dining room and stand to the side of the door. I will keep an eye on that area and collect you when I’m free.”

“Ok. What should I do if someone talks to me before you arrive?” Ember asks, toying with his third sandwich.

“This is expected, just be courteous. You’re likely going to be the subject of a few discussions, so some guests will want to chat to you or simply examine you. Answer their questions politely, refer to them as ‘sir’ or ‘madam’ and if they want to touch you, just let them.”

“Touch me?” Ember hikes his eyebrows.

“Yes your hands or tail or muzzle; the nature preservation lady is very handsy. But none of them will touch you inappropriately, only to be intrigued. Never growl or act offensively. Not once, OK?”

“Yes … I understand.” The black wolf nods again and devours the sandwich.

Voigt steps in through the swing door still naked. “Are we eating, or what? What are you doing chit-chatting to the boy in here? I’m starving.”

“Sorry Voigt, that’s my bad.” The white wolf apologies and grabs two trays of the food, hauling it through the door onto the table. “Got carried away running through the procedure.”

Voice grumbles, grabbing a sandwich before the plate touches the wood and chomps down on it.

“I should have known better than to deprive you of your food,” Cal mocks and takes his seat.

“I’m a growing lad,” Voigt sneers and picks up another sandwich in his spare hand and dumps it on his plate, protecting it.

Ember notices that the table has been suitably adorned for the guests. There are fresh flowers and tall candles decorating it, and a pile of clean, ornate crockery and cutlery to be distributed once they’d all finished eating. A short pile of napkins lays close, surrounded by a bevy of orderly swans and one laid in ruin, half-made.

“Do you not use a tablecloth?” Ember asks, putting his plate down on a mat at his usual position.

“Ugly things,” Cal remarks contemptuously, “and so lazy too. This is such a beautiful table and with all the work Voigt’s done to preserve it, I’d hate to cover it with a cloth.”

“Aye, solid bit of wood this,” Voigt adds, rapping it with a knuckle. “It’ll still scratch, but any food and drink will wipe right off.”

“Oh, I see,” Ember responds. “We had to do stuff like that for our furniture so they didn’t swell or warp in the rain.”

“Exactly the same.” Voigt smiles and takes another bite. “So has he got it all?” He asks once swallowed, turning back to Cal.

“I hope so,” Ember says, unconfidently but determinedly.

“You’ll be fine dear.” Cal comforts him by putting a hand on his nearest thigh.

“Where’s Hess, anyway?” Voigt grabs a cluster of sandwiches and places them at the seat beside him, attempting a small pyramid.

“Ember sent him up to the master to serve his lunch instead of me; with an erection.” Cal smirks, giving the black wolf a side-eye.

“Oh did he now?” Voigt bolts his ears forward, forgetting his manners as he speaks with food in progress and quickly covers his mouth in respect.

“So yeah, expect him to be a horny boy when he comes back down,” the white wolf says, wiping his lips.

“More than usual,” the the older one sighs. “Real troublemaker that one,” he gestures with a flick of his head towards Ember.

“I know, isn’t he perfect?” Cal grins and leans his body over, resting his head on the black wolf’s shoulder, lifting his muzzle and bumping his nose against Ember’s.

“Come on Cal,” he whines, flustering and looking away, but returning the nuzzle. He knows his dick would have twitched if it was able to. Satisfied he’d teased the wolf enough, the butler rights himself.

“Don’t forget,” Voigt begins, “If you need to release a bit of steam after the banquet, you’re allowed you to go on a hunt tonight with me or Cal”

“Yeah, I might take up the offer anyway, I’ve weirdly missed it.”

“Cal is more experienced at it, and taught me everything I know,” Voigt says humbly.

Cal holds his hand up, “You’re still a very capable hunter, and hey, a lot of what I know I had to learn myself. Ember might even be able to teach me a thing or two about it,” he suggests, admitting his unknown unknowns.

“If it’s alright with the both of you, I’d like to go with Voigt. I think it would be fun to spend a little more time with you.”

The grey wolf nods back at him. “Fine by me lad.”

“Yeah, I’m happy to encourage you two getting closer.” The wolf to his right smiles.

“Plus, no offence to you Cal, but I kinda hate the idea of seeing you with blood all over your nice white fur.” Ember toys with his fingers bashfully and the other two laugh.

“Fine by me sweetie.” He beams. “Fine by me.”