FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Chapter 2: Londinium “Ggrrrr” The merchant tilted his ears in response to my low growl but paid it no mind, he kept talking, “since you understand my position, you know I simply can’t let this quantity of grain go for that price. I assure you my product is worth every coin, Tribune.” I adjusted my footpaws underneath the table once again, shifting the oversized tablecloth hanging down to the floor and sitting partially on my lap. My tail swished erratically as I tried to focus on the conversation. “I assure you, Talavus, that if my Cohort is not sold the food it requires, it will simply take the grain that it wants. This is not a threat, but simply how the world works. I’d like to get the supply we need without bloodshed, but I refuse to be taken advantage of by a price gouging wheat merchant. You sold the same quantity to the Iceni a week ago and they paid half the price.” The badger’s ears twitched again, this time from getting caught in his scam. “Ah, well, yes, the Iceni and I had a prior arrangement. We set upon those terms over a year ago, the market was quite different at the time and-” The fox tongue was too damn good. I growled again, interrupting the merchant. “Gggrrrr. Stop playing games. You drew up that contract with the Iceni last week. Last. Week. Not last year. You can’t lie to me, I have the documentation of your purchase arrangement in my office. You signed it, so did the Iceni queen. Last week. The price was a single talent of silver. I refuse to pay a single denarii more.” Talavus went pale around his whiskers and his hands clenched in his lap. “It seems I underestimated you, sir. Alright, a single talent of silver for the same amount of wheat. Same quality, same everything. I apologize for angering you, sir. Please forgive me.” The merchant then got up from his seat, bowed and made a hasty exit from the small office. Finally! He’s gone! I shot both my paws under the tablecloth around Thraintars head and pulled him further onto my erect cock. I could feel my tip down his throat. I let loose a moan as he grabbed my knot with both his paws. It didn’t take long for me to finish in the foxes throat after that. I howled with relief as my wolfhood pumped into Thraintars maw. “Ahhh, I’ve been waiting all damn morning to finish. I thought that asshole was never going to stop talking.” Thraintar gulped down the last strand of my seed and smacked his lips. “Mmmh, I’m impressed that you held for so long, my love. Somehow, it seems to have improved your already delectable taste.” he said as he gave me a look with those sultry green eyes. “Ha ha, well I have been practicing all winter. And the Legion has always been good about endurance training. Not normally this type of endurance, but I digress. I was getting close to just paying the three talents he wanted just to get this meeting over with.” I lounged back in my seat a bit, relaxing. “I think you gave him a decent enough scare. He didn’t seem too bothered by threats of force; it was having his private documents that really put the fear of the gods in him.” Thraintar got off his knees and took a seat next to me. My fox was dressed in a fine silk gown imported all the way from Syria. The rich, blue fabric contrasted nicely with his orange fur. Being as exotic as it was, none of the locals knew it was a dress made for a female; these pants wearing barbarians likely thought it was just some sort of toga. This small office was barely big enough for the table and four chairs. It’s a small wonder the merchant didn’t smell what was going on under the table. Thankfully this office is adjacent to the Forum, so the noise outside drowned out the sound of Thraintars work. “Which is the funny part. All the mercantile agreements made in town are kept in the legion fort. Any big transaction like that gets a copy of the documents made and that copy is kept in the castrum. All I did was read the legions own copy of the sale. I guess these Britons still aren’t used to how we do business in Rome. “Public records” weren’t a thing till we got here, I guess.” Thraintar shrugged. “I guess. It was even more backwards back in my tribe, we didn’t have coinage like these eastern tribes do. I’ve never seen or even heard of a city as big as this one”. That got another chuckle from me. It was summer and we’d come to Londinium to purchase grain for my Cohort and a few others in Legio II Augusta. The Dumnonii tribe of south-west Britannia wasn’t able to supply enough grain for thousands of extra wolves occupying the fortress town of Isca, so I was sent to the new provincial capital to acquire a source. It worked out quite well for me since my father sent a letter saying that he had a ship coming to Londinium carrying personnel staff for me. He apparently wanted me to have the proper entourage of a patrician legion officer. The ship was due to arrive this afternoon. This trip would kill two birds with one sling stone. Londinium was a brand new colonia, built at a crossing point of the Thames river, near where we finally defeated the Catuvellauni tribe and their huge coalition. Most of the new colonia being built had native tribe towns at the site already, but Londinium was being built as Roman from the ground up. At least, that was the plan. It was a ramshackle mess of a town right now. Thraintar was awed by the size of it; maybe an entire legion's worth of civilians already called the town home. It was tiny by Roman standards. Almost every building was wooden with thatch roofs, the streets were not in a grid let alone paved, and there was no sewage system or public toilets yet. The only things that made it clear Rome even claimed this backwater were the central forum and the bath, both newly built in stone. Unsurprisingly, those were the first two things properly built. “Oh, my dear, I can’t wait to show you Rome.” I cupped Thraintars muzzle and brought him in for a kiss. A brief one, but enough to make it clear how happy I was. “We’ve got one more thing to do today, then I can show you the bath. I'm glad they got that built, at least.” My fox smiled. He helped me gather up my paperwork, clay note pad and stylus, and other scribe supplies. Thraintar insisted on carrying the bag with all of it, he kept trying to make himself useful whenever he could. “You know, after today you don’t have to carry that. My family sent us a scribe and other staff. I don’t want you to carry that junk around when you don’t have to.” I tried to convince him. “Your family sent YOU a scribe, they haven’t met me. Besides, I don’t want some stranger carrying around important legion documents like these! It’s important to you, so it’s important to me. That’s why I should carry it. And do we even know that they sent a scribe? They were really light on details in the letter.” He kept the bag firmly around his shoulder. “My father said he was sending one of his Egyptian retainers. He has a bunch of scribes from Aegyptus, trained at the Library of Alexandria itself. He’s very proud of them. So I assume that’s who he meant. As for the rest, well I’m not sure. He implied it was a lot of staff. He did have the Senate confirm me as Tribune last year, so he probably wants to make sure I have a proper officers staff. With General Vespasian in Rome for the year as Consul, I’m sure Legio II Augusta is in high esteem back in the capital. It’d reflect poorly on my father if he didn’t send a proper staff for me.” I opened the door for us and we walked out into the bustling mid-day market. The sun was out from behind the clouds, for once. That made it a pleasant walk with Thraintar as we crossed half the town to the wharf on the river. Dozens of foxes, wolves, badgers, bears, and other species from across the north of the Empire scurried around the docks going about their labor. A tall lion in legion-issued lorica segmentata with a red plumed helmet stood apart from the rest of the crowd. Beside him stood an older grey-furred wolf in similar armor. As I approached, Centurion’s Sennelius and Atticus both saluted me, which I returned. The tall cat had a smirk on his face upon seeing Thraintars silk dress. The old lupine, unphased by anything, simply gave his report, “Sir, your ship is pulling into the docks now, it’s that trireme there with the yellow sails furled up” he said and pointed out the ship. “Thank you, Atticus. Looks like it’s next to unload. Yellow sail? Huh, that’s not my father’s fleet. He must have borrowed the ship.” I mused out loud. Sennelius chimed in, “I got a look at the crest earlier, it belongs to Senator Tacitus Servilius Rufus. I used to see his clan's fleet dock in Cyrenaica every year while growing up. I’m surprised to see one of his ships this far north and west.” “Maybe your father put in a favor with this Senator Rufus?” Thraintar suggested. I huffed. “I doubt it. Marcus Quintius Sabinus and Tacitus Servilius Rufus hate each other.” I shook my head slightly at the thought of my father asking a favor from Rufus. It took another half an hour or so for the large ocean-going trireme to be guided up to the docks and lower her ramp. On the deck, I could see a large group of canines expectantly looking in my direction. Once in place, the ship began unloading her passengers in a speedy manner. I expected my father to send a lot of staff but this seemed like too many. Around thirty people crowded the bottom of the gangway, with sailors bringing down large bags of luggage. About half were wolves, most of the rest were other canines, there were a smattering of otters and even a few eagles were present as well. A slim, brown-furred canine in an ornate eastern robe was giving orders to a crowd of servants, clearly he was in charge of the group. As I approached him, I could tell by his slim frame, sandy fur and large ears he was a jackal, a common canine in Aegyptus. I announced myself, “Ave, I am Lucius Quintius Sabinius, son of Marcus and heir to Cincinatus, Hero of the Republic. I proudly serve Rome as Tribune of Legio II Augusta. From what I understand, all of you are out here on the fringe of civilization on my behalf. For that, I am grateful.” I gave a short, respectful bow to the group. The jackal returned the bow and introduced himself, “Ave, lord Lucius Quintius Sabinius. I am Khios, your most humble servant. Master Marcus sends his best wishes to his only son. He has instructed me to present to you this letter, still sealed by his paw since we left Ostia. I look forward to serving you to the best of my abilities, master Lucius.” The jackal, Khios bowed again, and handed me the letter he had concealed in his robes. I nodded to him and looked over at the crowd of staff. I could see a wolf with cooking supplies, an otter with the white robes of a medicus, several burly laborers or perhaps gladiators for guards and several more jackals and eagles in brown scribe robes. I passed the letter to Thraintar so he could stash it in the documents bag. Then, I motioned for the crowd to follow me. I’d have to arrange lodging and then eventually transportation for this entire group back to Isca. It was a good thing I had rented that villa outside of Londinium for the rest of the summer. I’d probably extend the lease for the rest of the year, at the very least. “My lord, if you could please read your father’s letter first before we-” Khios’ nervous request was interrupted before he could finish. “What a shithole!” a feminine voice said quite loudly. “I was told this was a colony; this looks like barbarian encampment. I’ve seen Insulae in the slums of Rome better built than this place. Am I really expected to live here?” I turned and saw a haughty wolfess as she descended the gangway from the trireme. A pair of disheveled handmaidens did their best to keep pace with her, nearly tripping over themselves to follow her. The wolfess was beautiful. Her fur was as white as the peaks of the Alps. The blue of her eyes matched my own and were complemented by the purple she wore. By the gods, she was wearing a lot of purple. In addition to a solid purple scarf, about a quarter of her blouse was dyed in the color of royalty. She wore a solid gold bangle on each paw, with an ornate multilayered golden necklace hanging upon her breasts. I could hear the jewelry clattering on itself as she approached me. “Please tell me the castrum is better than this. You have a real villa in the castrum, yes? I expect the legion to have properly built that, not whatever this place is.” She held out her paw for me to kiss and then a moment later pulled it back and presented the side of her muzzle instead, “oh, I suppose I should let my husband kiss my lips, not my hand like a servant.” Wait. What did she just say? I felt my muzzle drop open. A solid minute passed before she eventually turned her head again, having not received a kiss from me. She looked at me, confused. “I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked, barely able to form words. The white wolfess’ eyes widened in realization. “Oh no, I assumed our fathers’ letters had reached you. I thought you knew already. I… I am Alessia of house Rufus. Ah, well, this is awkward.” Khios the scribe thoughtfully interjected back into the conversation; “Ahem, my lord, my lady. It seems that lord Marcus perhaps left some details out of the last few letters. My lord Lucius, I urge you to read that latest letter from lord Marcus, as it should explain the situation regarding the Sabinius and Rufus clans.” Thraintar quickly pulled the letter out for me again and I hastily unsealed it with my dagger. My father didn’t just leave out a few details, he left out a gods damned library worth of details. Apparently our mercantile fleet was lost in a storm in the spring of last year, nearly ruining the finances of the Quintius Sabinius family. It was close, but my father managed to keep our wealth intact. He couldn’t afford to take any risks, however. The only reason my father was able to afford the political clout to get me appointed Tribune was to have the backing of another Patrician family. Apparently, Senator Rufus’ son died in an accident and now he was without an heir. Instead of doing the normal Roman thing of adopting someone, he’s insistent that his heir be his blood descendent. Unfortunately, he only has a daughter left and he’s too old to try for another son. So he’s willing to marry off his daughter, adopt her husband so he inherits the Rufus family fortune and his grandson will eventually inherit it. Rufus sucked up his pride and asked my father since I was a perfect match in his mind. We Quintius are an old, stable family. It was highly unlikely I’d manage to piss away two massive fortunes in a single generation, so Rufus’ blood grandson would eventually inherit something, like he wants. Because of the precarious financial position my family came close to spiraling into, which I doubt Rufus even knew about, my father had to accept. So in addition to getting me appointed to Tribune, the two old wolves married me off in absentia as well. And then Rufus adopted me. It was all legally binding and already done. After reading that letter, I needed to leave. I don’t really know what I said to Khios but it was something like “Thraintar will take you home” and then I walked off. ~~~I didn’t pick a direction, not really. It just happened to be north, directly away from the docks on the left bank of the Thames. I lost track of time. I eventually went through the whole town and well past the outlying farms. I wasn’t really following a road; I walked across an open field at least once. Eventually, I found a fence on the side of some trail and sat against a big fencepost. I re-read the letter a couple more times. After maybe the tenth time re-reading it, I heard a pair of horses approaching up the path. Not surprisingly, it was Atticus and Sennelius. The lion hopped down off his horse and saluted me. “Sir, I don’t know if you remember or not but a lot of Britons would love to find a lone legionnaire and kill him. Please come back with us, otherwise Atticus will probably be put in charge.” The lion pleaded. Atticus only snorted. “I’m fine right here. You’re dismissed.” I said and leaned back against the post again. To my surprise, I found myself being lifted up and thrown against the fence, my lorica taking the brunt of the impact on the old wooden beam. Sennelius then proceeded to punch me in the gut, having known that he could expose my stomach by bending me backwards in such a way. I felt the air blast out my muzzle and I tried to wheeze but the lion punched me again. He kicked my shin, dropping me to my knees and then kicked my armored sides with his boot, tipping me over. “Get the fuck up, get on the horse and lets go back to Londinium”, the lion growled, “I don’t know what happened back there but you are an officer in the legion. The legion doesn’t run from battle and you won’t run from your problems.” I coughed a few times and took a moment to think about what he just said. I looked up at Sennelius and gave a soft growl to myself. I pulled myself up to my feet and nodded at my centurion. He was climbing onto Atticus’ horse, leaving his own for me to ride. I mounted up and rode off ahead of them back to Londinium.~~~ Thraintar was glad he’d spent the last few months fully learning Latin. Sucking wolf cock wasn’t the only thing he’d used his tongue for, after all. All these servants immediately had questions after Lucius walked off and somehow they all thought Thraintar was the head servant. The fox supposed he sorta was, but not the same way as the rest of these people. He certainly wasn’t prepared to be bombarded with so many questions so quickly. Thraintar managed to lead the entire procession, including the ‘wife’ and her attendants to the villa he and Lucius had arrived at yesterday evening. It was a short way outside of Londinium and the two of them had only spent one night there. Atticus and Sennelius stayed in the guest wing but there wasn’t any other staff present. Some noble who’d been here for Emperor Claudius’ ceremonial acceptance of the Briton tribes surrender had this villa built in a single month. It’s been sitting empty for most of the year for the last several years, only borrowed when legion officers need to visit Londinium, like Lucius. The house was built around a large central courtyard, with one main wing for the house and three wings for staff quarters, storage rooms and work areas. The courtyard had four fountains, one at each corner of the courtyard. Each fountain doubled as a rainwater collection basin for runoff from the roof. The main wing, built entirely of stonework and clay roof tiles, had a large dining hall and four large bedrooms. The bedrooms were split off into two pairs with a vestibule in between each to add privacy. A corridor ran between the two bedroom pairs to a back section that housed the villa's private bath. The main wing had been built on a hillside specifically so the bath would have a basement level from the ‘overhang’. In that basement level, a massive set of furnaces could heat the water in the bath above them. Thraintar had been amazed by this villa yesterday, and it still stunned him now. Lucius had assured him this was a very typical design and something that the legion built at castrum even on the frontier. Apparently, once the legion gets around to upgrading Isca to stonework, the legates’ home in the fortress will look just like this. Vespasian just never made it a priority while he was legate, so Legio II Augusta hadn’t built it yet. The fact that this villa was ‘standardized’ worked out well for Thraintar because the staff knew right away what to do and where to go. He was glad he didn’t have to sound foolish giving a tour. With the crowd of staff off preparing the villa, however, it left him with Khios and the white wolfess. Thraintar awkwardly sat at the feast table across from the wolfess, Alessia, and Khios seated to his right. The Egyptian broke the nervous silence first. “So, Thraintar, was it? You are a native Briton? Your Latin is impeccable, I am impressed. Did you learn recently or did you encounter our language before the legion arrived?” The slim canine asked euphemistically. He probably assumed the invasion would bother a native. Thraintar couldn’t be happier. “I learned only a little before last year when Lucius’ cohort annexed my old tribe's land. Lucius has been kind enough to finish teaching me the language. He’s agreed to teach me Greek next. I would like to see as much of the Empire as I can and will need the tongue to do so.” the fox replied while casually fiddling with the golden bracelet that Lucian had bought him. He liked that it matched his new silk dress and it all complimented his orange fur. “Oh, a prospective traveler? Yes, learning Greek would be a necessity for you, then. Most of the empire speaks either Latin or Greek, and much of the world past the borders to the east has at least heard Greek before. Both languages will get you very far. I myself am fluent in Greek, Aramaic, Khemetic, Persian and I even picked up some basics from a trader who made it all the way to India. You’d be amazed at how far Romes’ reach extends.” Khios seemed legitimately excited to share his knowledge of the world, very fitting for a scholar. Thraintar smiled. “I look forward to leaving this island and seeing the rest of the world. I especially look forward to seeing Rome.” “I wholeheartedly agree. I can’t wait to leave this dismal place and return home.” The wolfess joined in. Thraintar thought he’d use the opportunity to try and make small talk with his lover's new wife. “It is a very dismal island. I always hated my tribe but I never knew just how pathetic they truly were until Lucius destroyed my fathers army. The sad part is you have arrived in what has to be the best day of sunshine all year. The weather is only going to get worse. It can rain every day for months here.” As he kept talking, the wolfess’ face kept changing through different expressions. First shock then disbelief then horror. “It’s only going to get worse?” she said with a slight whimper at the end. Khios tried to deflect the blow to her, “It is the exact opposite in Egypt; we never receive rain inland and only rarely is the coastline blessed with a storm blown in from the sea. If I had to pick between an abundance of fresh rainwater or a lack of it, I would most certainly choose the rain. Few places can be as blessed with mildness as Italia, my lady. Perhaps that is why the gods placed Rome between these two lands of extremes, so that it would be perfect.” Thraintar wasn’t sure he could get used to the jackals asskissing. He was more persistent at it than Sennelius. Khios directed the conversation back to Thraintar. “You said you were the son of a tribal king, you truly are unbothered by the annexation of your peoples lands?” Thraintar narrowed his eyes. “I hated my father and my people have been treated far better by Lucius and Rome than any of our own. So, yes, I do prefer Rome to other Britons. Now the same question to you: are you truly not bothered by the fact that Rome conquered your people?” Not expecting the pointed question to be so astutely turned back at him, the jackal paused for a moment. He looked down at his lap, almost out of shame, and said, “I too prefer Rome over my own people.” Alessia seemed to be following this exchange but if she cared she didn’t express it. Instead she motioned to the window, where a pair of horses approached the villa on the road. “It seems the centurions have found Lucius”. ~~~I made my way inside the villa courtyard and dismounted; Atticus and Sennelius were right behind me. My new staff seemed to be already at home in the villa because I had a groom taking the lead of my horse by the time my paws hit the ground. I thanked him and made my way inside. Standing to greet me was Khios, Thraintar and my apparent wife. I think she said her name was Alessia. All three gave me a polite bow, which I returned. I hesitantly approached the wolfess first. “I wanted to apologize for my poor reaction earlier. I was in a state of shock and I did not handle it well. I hope I did not offend the lady too much with my actions.” I said, trying to be polite, honest and still formal. I’d need some time before I could be informal with this woman. “You have nothing to apologize for. You were deceived by your father, it is he who should be shamed not you. You had every right to react the way you did given the lack of information. I feel I must apologize for my presumption. I should have let Khios have more time to properly explain things to you. I was in a rush to be off that cursed ship and didn’t consider how my own rush might cause a problem.” She very politely returned an apology back, to my surprise. I nodded. “I understand, the trip just across the channel from Gaul was bad enough. I can’t imagine how awful it must have been to sail all the way from Italia. I’d want off that ship too.” She gave me a genuine smile and offered me her muzzle again. This time I leaned in for a modest kiss. Pressing the side of my muzzle to the side of hers, I licked her cheek, then switched cheek to lick the other side. We parted and she gave me another smile. “I am happy to finally meet you, Lucius.” “I’m happy as well, Alessia.” She straightened out her purple-covered blouse and proclaimed, “Well, since it’s agreed that the ship was horrid, I hope you won’t mind if I excuse myself to take a bath. I will leave instructions to have it prepared again once I finish so that you may groom before dinner as well. We should both look our best on our first night together, yes?” “Of course. Please enjoy the bath.” I agreed and she slipped out of the room to the back of the villa, leaving me with Thraintar and Khios. I turned to the jackal, “So, my father assigned you as my head of staff. He recommended you highly for the position and said you were eager for the role. Why, if I may ask?” Khios seemed almost uncomfortable with the question. His response was a bit too pre-planned, “It’s an honor to serve a distinguished Patrician clan. The Quintius gens goes back all the way to-” I interrupted him, “I know my family history. My father already employed you, you already served the Quintius clan. Why did you take the position to serve me in particular? Was I simply the only member of the family that a head of staff position opened up for? You want a position that will last decades? You hope I’ll be a Senator and you can ride my chariot so to speak? I’d like honesty.” This made the canine even more uncomfortable. He held his breath till he was red in the lips and cheeks, exhaled and then responded; “I took the position because of the entire Quintius clan, I wished to serve you in particular. Your father became aware of my biased position, found that it was amenable to his purposes and selected me as a result. I would prefer to leave the matter at that, if we could, sir.” His weirdly evasive answer only made me more curious. I left it alone for now. I turned towards more mundane matters of household management, what dinners I wanted prepared, what sort of rules I had for the staff, ect. The principle rule I wanted followed was for none of the staff, including Khios, to disturb me in the Dominus bedroom. The Domina’s bedroom would be the one directly across the small lounge area between the two rooms. Alessia probably had rules for her attendants accessing her bedroom, I wasn’t going to say anything on that. But my room was off limits. I had planned to simply fuck Thraintar in every room of this villa but now we won’t have the privacy. Eventually once we were more comfortable with the new staff we could resume a more open relationship. I was only a little hesitant about it, I mostly wanted to have a conversation with my ‘wife’ about my preference first before going back to my fox lover. Thraintar was far more fearful of being rejected by others. His culture was hateful towards same-sex couples. He was amazed when I explained how Romans don’t care. Well, Romans don’t care as long as the Roman is on top. We are a bit of a prideful people like that. My fox is perfectly happy with that precondition, however. I made sure Khios added some dishes that Thraintar had liked to the dinner schedule. He seemed very happy when I said he was welcome to add an Egyptian dish he liked to the list as well. I might not have gotten a say in picking him, but that didn’t mean I was going to be unkind to him. All the household tasks came with the stipulation that the staff is to be frugal if they can when making purchases. I wanted to keep my spending within my means if I could help it. Mercury only knows how exorbitantly costly that ship ride out here was. I could cover renting this villa and paying upkeep for all my purchases with my Tribunes salary, but anything beyond that might push the limits. I wasn’t expected to make the family money as a Tribune, this was for glory and prestige. But it didn’t hurt to help the clan coffers, especially now that I know how close we came to serious problems. I thought back to some of the purchases I had made this year. Yeah, I definitely can’t buy Thraintar anymore jewelry, clothing or scrolls. At least until we get back to Rome. It’s all too damn expensive out here on the frontier. By the time we settled most of the management affairs, another of the retainers needed my attention. This male was an eagle, a common species in Greece and Macedon. He bowed to me and spoke with a heavy greek accent, “Master Lucius, I am called Alexius and I am the Keeper of the Wardrobe. I have a selection of garments for you to choose from for this evening's meal, but first I will need to take your measurements. I can have your selected out mended to your size while you bathe.” “Excellent. Thank you, Alexius. I appreciate that you will work so quickly. We can handle the measurements in the baths soon enough,” I said to him. Hearing his name, I couldn’t help but think of the much more famous Greek of his name, Alexander III of Macedon. The Great Conqueror had been a Macedonian lion, not an eagle, however. In fact, there were very few true Macedonian lions left nowadays. Alexander had taken so many of his people’s men on campaign with him that there weren’t enough left to properly continue the species in the following generations. I guess they assumed that there would be lionesses to the east in Asia, which surprisingly there were not. ‘Soon’ turned out to be sooner than I thought. One of Alessia’s two attendants came out from the rear of the house and informed Khios that the Domina had finished and the baths were ready for the Dominus. I told Thraintar, Khios and Alexius to follow me. The bath was typical of a villa this size. A single pool waist deep in the center with a stone bench around the perimeter that allowed you to sit so you’d be shoulder deep. The pool was fully tiled; a simple square pattern, no complex mosaics at this frontier villa. There was a rack for towels by the door, a panel with several ropes leading into the wall and a bench filling out the room. The rope panel connected to the furnace room below, pulling a certain rope would ring a bell to alert the furnace crew of the new orders. They could raise the temperature, maintain it, lower it by adding cold spring water and even open a vent system that would let out the steam from the room. Thraintar helped me strip off my lorica segmentata and I was quickly in just my plain tunic I wore underneath. I unfastened it and pulled the filthy garment off, throwing it towards the door. Alexius got out a series of measuring strings and began wrapping the cords around different places on my body. To keep the measurement on the string, he tied off a knot for each measurement taken. The eagle's beady avian eyes looked over my mostly naked body as he did his work, keeping a professional calm and steadiness to his taloned hands. After seemingly countless strings being wrapped around every muscle group on my body, every possible way you could wrap a string around my torso, even the distance between my ears as if he planned to have a helmet made for me too, the bird finally spoke. “Dominus, I have need of one final set of measurements. Please, if you could remove your loincloth.” I rolled my eyes and did so. The bird proceeded to handle measuring my sheath and balls. I tilted my head to look at Thraintar and see his expression. The fox was sitting on the bench smirking and holding back a laugh like a little boy. I rolled my eyes. He’d get to handle me next. I looked over at Khios next, and to my surprise, he had his back turned to me, his tail visibly tucked between his legs. Was he really that embarrassed by this? No, he must just be trying to give me privacy. Alexius finished his task, bowed to me, picked up my discarded clothes and his heap of strings then silently went to his next task. I had no idea how he was going to know which string went to which measurement. Perhaps they were labeled somehow? Not my problem, I suppose. I looked over a Khios again, still turned away and said to him, “well, since you're here and it’s probably been some time since you’ve had one, why don’t you join us for a bath. This will be Thraintars first.” The aforementioned fox was already stripping out of his dress. Khios hesitantly turned around, keeping his eyes trained towards my face. Yeah, he was definitely very uncomfortable with seeing other people nude. I was about to give him a chance to decline, I didn’t want to make him upset, but he started to unfasten his robe. “I would be honored, sir. Please, go ahead, it will take me a moment to get all this off, don’t wait on my account.” I pulled the ‘heat’ rope and a few seconds later we could feel the temperature in the room begin to rapidly increase. The warmth of the water could be felt from outside the pool. I pulled the ‘stay’ rope. We’ll see how it is and make adjustments if needed. Best to not make it too hot for Thraintars’ first time. I dipped my paw in to find the water just about right. Getting in to my knees by stepping down on the bench first then letting the hot water hit my balls as I sank in deeper. I let out a pleasured gasp once my waistline was fully under. My tail swished at the waterline, splashing a bit. I saw Thraintar watching me get in and I know he saw my red tip poking out of my sheathe. I couldn’t help that the water felt nice. My fox got in the same way I did, stepping down with the bench. He gave a full yip when he got his foxhood in the water. He waded over to me, both of us waist deep in the pool now. “I didn’t know you could get water this hot without it hurting” Thraintar mused. I decided to reverse the roles a bit and play the trickster for a change. While Thraintar had his eyes on the tiled floor of the pool, I tackled him and dunked us both under the water completely. It was only for a split second but it took him by surprise and he flailed as he stood back up. I casually leaned back in the water after letting him go, swimming backwards the short ways to the bench. “You have to get all the way in to get used to the heat properly.” I gave him a tooth grin. The fox shot back with, “I heard that there’s something else I have to get all the way in to properly get used to. I wonder what that could be.” he lewdly suggested as he cupped my sheath as he sat next to me on the bench. Before Thraintar was even fully seated, I noticed the splashing from the other end of the pool. Khios had just started getting in. The jackal was halfway in the water when the fox had made his overtly sexual commentary, the brown fur of his sheath and balls just above the waterline as he stood there frozen solid. Oh, maybe that is what was bothering him. He might have figured out what Thraintar was to me by this point and he didn’t approve. Egypt was a lot more prudish from what I understood, at least compared to us Romans and the Greeks. “Uhh, I suppose I might as well tell you now. In addition to his official duties as my attendant, Thraintar is my lover. My father knows my preferences. I’ll still do my family obligations and put pups in Alessia but for pleasure I’m my own wolf. I’m sure you’ve heard of the arrangement in other households.” I said in a matter of fact tone. I was well within my rights to have a lover. Other patrician men kept a half dozen or more mistresses and lovers in addition to their wives. Marriages were politics, sex was pleasure. None of this was news to a trained household manager like him. The brown canine silently nodded and slipped the rest of the way in the pool. His ears were folded back, indicating his discomfort, however. Fine, if it bothered him, it bothered him. I’d be nice to him but I wasn’t going to change or hide myself for him. I grabbed my fox, picked him up onto my lap and began playfully nipping his neck. I enjoyed the whimpering sounds he made whenever I did that. I used one paw to hold Thraintar up and the other went to his foxhood. His cock was already hard and I pulled his sheath back without resistance. The hot water on your exposed cock always felt nice and Thraintar was enjoying his first experience with it. He pressed back against me and whined my name “Lucius, I love you.” I gently nipped his ear and squeezed his slowly thickening knot in my one paw. “I love you too, Thraintar. I will always love you, my precious fox.” I spoke softly right to his ear. The vulpine shifted from my grasp, standing back up and turning around so he could have access to my wolfhood. I helped him by standing up out of the pool and sitting on the edge of the floor, with only my lower legs dipping into the water. Thraintar had full access to my swollen sheath and balls now with my legs spread wide. The new position also gave me a clear view of Khios, as it gave the jackal a clear view of my groin. Thraintar greedily pressed his face to my sheath, cupping my balls as he licked and kissed the girth of my cock still held in its pouch. Across the pool, Khios had his paws on his knees and his eyes locked on the altar the fox was praying at. Khios’ own seven inch caninehood stood at full attention under the clear water, the red-pink spear distinctly visible. Ah. Now all his strange embarrassment made sense. I decided to give the jackal a show. Pulling my foxes face from my crotch for a moment, I took my own sheath and slowly slid it back about halfway down my lupinehood. I moved Thraintar over so he could show off his work and the fox seemed to get the message of my intent. Making sure he didn’t block it with his face, Thrain cupped my sack as he licked the first half of my spear. With his dainty fox paws, he slid my sheath fully down, exposing my vein-covered knot, yet to swell. He gave the bulb special attention with his tongue, barely able to get his mouth around the one side of it. Despite having tried in the past, Thraintar hadn’t ever been able to fit my full knot in his muzzle. Getting his mouth around it before it swelled was the closest he got to that goal. This had the intended effect on the jackal, as he let out a very audible whine, practically begging to have a turn. I might as well offer him one. “Would you like a taste, Khios?” I growled at him. He said something in Greek. I knew what he said but I wanted him to say it in Latin for Thraintars benefit. “Say again, louder and in Latin.” “Please, master wolf, take me like a bitch in heat”. Khios had his ears folded back, muzzle tilted down and practically whining with need. I stood up and walked around the pool and then stepped down on the bench beside the jackal. He remained seated, placing my wolf cock at his eye level. Thraintar waded across the pool to stand next to him as he admired me. All nine inches of lupine spear were presented to the brown canine. He put his paws around my legs and brought his muzzle up against my crotch. He had to partially crouch on the bench to do so, but he made it work to get to his prize. His black nose pressed the base of my cock, right on my folded up sheath and just above my balls. The rest of my red meat fell down and lay on top of his head, the middle resting between his eyes and the tip between his ears. I could feel him inhaling deeply. He said again, this time with more confidence, “please, master wolf, take me like a bitch in heat.” How could I deny that request? I remained standing on the bench as I picked the desert canine up and folded him in half over the edge of the pool. His legs dangled into the water and his chest pressed onto the tiled floor of the bath, his own canine cock hanging just above the waterline. I held up his tail and examined his hole. His star was the same shade of red-pink as his cock. I looked down to Thraintar and asked, “What do you think? Will I fit?” The fox tilted his head and placed a paw on Khios’ ass. He sunk a single finger into his pucker, eliciting a whine from the jackal. Thraintar wiggled his finger around some, then slipped a second and then a third inside, slowly working the brown canine open more and more. “I think I’ve almost got him opened up enough. He’s not as naturally stretchy as me, I guess that’s just a fox thing, but he’s close enough.” Thraintar took the tip of my cock into his muzzle and began sucking on it sloppily. The messy sucking he was giving was to apply a makeshift oil. We’d had to do that a few times now after we ran out of olive oil. Once Thraintar was satisfied that my newest bitch was prepared, he removed his paw and muzzle, then gave his brown furred ass a good smack. I picked up the canines hips and lined his ass up. Thraintar took a hold of his cock. I suspected he was going to taste some eastern cuisine tonight. I lined my tapered tip up with the desert dog's hole and slid the first inch in. Khios whined loudly. I went another inch and got another howling whine from my household manager. By the fourth inch he had his tongue out panting like a true bitch in heat. I wasn’t even half way! I decided I was going to have to bottom out in order to let him adjust. With a single, calm and steady motion, I slid all the way in, bottoming out as my unswollen knot sank into his ass. “Sweet Isis!” he howled out. I gave him a minute to compose himself and adjust to my size. “How is it?” I asked, curious that I wasn’t hurting him. “Absolutely magical. Mother Isis couldn’t cast a spell this powerful.” he gave a breathy whine as I felt his insides clamp around my cock. Thraintar had just taken the tip of his cock in his muzzle. I chuckled. Giving him some rubs to prepare him, I slowly slid out to just my tip and then just as slowly slid back to the hilt. His tongue fell out of his mouth as I slowly increased my pace. I could feel Thraintar angling his cock so everytime I thrusted into Kios, the jackal's cock went further down the foxes throat. I made sure to direct my thrusts with a downward motion to help facefuck the needy vulpine. My new canine lover kept whining my name as I sped up. Eventually I was pounding his insides. I could feel the dense spot inside him that brought immense pleasure when prodded. Shifting my knees a bit, I could slam right down onto that spot. I felt him clench his hole with this new tactic. He kept up the spasms every time I thrust down onto his pleasure place, so at first I didn’t realize that khios had been cumming the entire time. I only realized it when Thraintar had to pull away for air and I heard the splattering of more jackal seed shooting off into the bathing pool. I kept hammering away at him through his first orgasm. By the time my knot started to swell to the point I could no longer bottom out with each thrust, Khios was depositing another batch of puppies into the scalding pool. I leaned forward and nipped at the nape of his neck. “Do you want me to tie you?” I asked. “It’s up to you, you can say no.” Khios moaned again and responded bluntly, “Fucking tie me!”, any pretense of a dignified, curtious response long since fucked out of him. I pressed the thick bulb of my cock against his tailhole. With a few more powerful thrusts, the dense bulge at the base of my cock slipped into the jackal. I moaned at the tightness wrapped around me. With a few more shallow thrusts deep inside the other canine, I felt that familiar sensation of approaching climax. My knot swelled further, sealing us together and I let out a possessive growl as I came inside Khios. The desert dog came a third time, once again in Thraintars mouth. The fox was happily slurping it down as if he were drinking from a wine amphora being poured over his face. I wagged my tail, happy with myself at another conquest. Once thaintar was done with his drink, I helped Khios shift onto my lap as I sat down on the bench. It was tricky to pull off while tied to the smaller dog, but he was mostly limp so I could readily move his lithe body without much trouble. Once I had him seated on my lap, knot still inside, I gave his lower belly a rub. I could feel how full he was through his thin framed body. I wonder if it’ll be this pleasurable to tie Alessia? I’ll have to at least do it enough to put pups in her. Before I could get lost too far in the future, Thraintar climbed up on Khios’ lap and took a seat himself. The jackals cock was still hard and the fox sat facing us, so his ass cheeks and tail were now pressed against khios’ cocks. “He’s not nearly as big as you are, my love. Can I try taking him? I bet I could ride him without help.” My adventurous fox already had his next goal in mind. “Go for it. I’m going to be tied back here for a while still, best make use of him while we’ve got him stuck.” I encouraged. The fox didn’t need to be told twice. He picked himself up and dropped back down with the jackals cock ramming up his vulpine tailhole. Thraintar gave an effeminate whine like he did when I rammed him hard and quickly. He took a few moments to get his bearings, adjust his grip on my sturdy arms and then picked himself back up. Then Gaia did the other half of the work, dropping the fox back down onto the canine cock, impaling Thraintar once again. Now pressed between a wolf knot and an insatiable fox, Khios kept singing for us in his chorus of whines, whimpers and moans. Based on the vice-like clamping down on my knot, I assume Khios came at least once more during this. Eventually, Thraintar ran out of stamina and sank down onto the dog knot one last time. I noticed that Khios had at some point wrapped a paw around Thraintar's cock and been meekly pleasuring the fox while he rode him. The fox had gotten off at least twice, once on Khios face and the other time coating the fur on his chest. Good thing the jackal hadn’t fully gotten in the bath yet, he still had an opportunity to clean the cum out of his fur. All three of us sat in silence for some time, basking in the warm water and afterglow of our rutting. I perked up when Khios eventually asked a question. “So, earlier when you said you prefer Rome to your fellow Britons, you meant that you prefer Romans, yes? Because that is what I meant.” The jackal emphasized his point by pressing back up against me and nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. Thraintar laughed. “Yes, actually. I don’t know how anyone could deny the perfection of the Roman body. It won’t be Roman swords that conquer the world, it’ll be Roman spears. I’m an avid supporter of those spears. Especially the one on my Lucius” he smiled at me and made my heart skip a beat when his green eyes met mine. Thraintar was first to untie himself, given our positions. The small fox popped off of Khios and dropped back down into the center of the pool. We’d all have to clean ourselves up before we got out. I helped Khios off my lap, my knot having gone down just enough to slip out of him. I could see a cloud of my seed filling the water as it poured out of him. Khios had to lean on my arm for the rest of our bath as he was having trouble standing. As we got out of the pool, I yanked the rope to have the vents opened and the steam released from the bathhouse. This made the room much more bearable to begin drying our fur with the heap of wool towels. This process took quite a bit of time when by yourself but with the three of us working together, we were able to dry each other's fur in a speedy manner.~~~ The sun was setting over the horizon by the time we dressed. Khios and Thraintar had casual tunics brought for them and Alexius had finished tailoring a very elegant new tunic for myself. It had embroidered gold thread and a thick stripe of purple, signifying the command authority I wielded as Tribune. I was quite impressed with the fit. Even the new undergarments fit better than I believed possible. That eagle really did know what he was doing. Servants had set up a smaller dinner table to the side of the massive feat and meeting table in the center of the room. Around the smaller table, two proper Roman dinner chairs were arranged. I asked a servant to get extra pillows and floor mats so that Khios and Thraintar could take seats beside me. Alessia’s chair already had pillows and mats around it, probably for her handmaidens as it was normal for them to eat with their mistress. We took our seats, I reclined back on my couch-chair and my lovers sat on the pillows below me. I gave Thraintars head a scratch between the ears since he was within easy reach. Alessia came out from her bedroom just ahead of the dinner table being set by the cook, her flowing nightgown had its train carried by her two handmaidens. This dress had only a few thin stripes of purple, far less audacious than the blouse she wore earlier in the day. Dinner was wonderfully prepared. Fresh fruits brought in from Italia made me miss home. A generous serving of meats ensured we carnivores were properly fed. Spices had been applied to hide the copious amounts of salt used in preservation. After being accustomed to legion fare for the last few years, I didn’t mind the salty taste so the flavor of real spices was a real treat. Conversation was kept light and casual at first. Alessia complained about the weather while Thraintar assured her it was only going to get worse. I had to tell her it was true, it was always raining on this island. I figured I should try and change the direction of the discussion, lest it upset her further. “Alessia, tell me about yourself. I admit I don’t know many personal details about the Rufus family. I never paid a lot of attention to all the Palatine hill gossip.” I figure she liked to talk about herself more than Britannia. She ate another fork-full of beef and chewed thoughtfully. Taking her time to swallow, she replied, “I had heard from your father that you weren’t very keen on the political dramas within Rome. I dislike the squabbling myself but at least I am aware of most of the current issues. My father is a member of the Senate as you know. He actually served a six month term as Consul some years ago, that was his most joyous achievement. The Senate has always been his entire life. Father really wanted my brother, Gnaeus, to follow in his footsteps on the Cursus Honorum.” I noticed a slight crack to her voice at the mention of her brother. She lost him only a year ago, it must still be hard on her. “You have my sympathies for Gnaeus. I don’t have any blood brothers but I do know the pain of losing my brothers in the legion. I understand.” Alessia froze for a brief moment and then nodded. “Thank you.” she cleared her throat and then asked, “Since I am now your wife, it will be my responsibility to make up for your shortcomings in the political arena. It will be difficult given that you are a novice in Senate politics, but I will do my best to mitigate the deficit. I will leverage my social contacts and connections to further your career. We are joined in that regard; your success is my success now.” I raised a brow. “That’s excellent. I appreciate that I have your support on my weakest flank. What else should I know about you?” She narrowed her eyes and replied, “What do you mean?” “What else do you want in life? What do you like to do? Do you like comedies or tragedies? Would you prefer to live in a villa in the city or the countryside? What about travel, do you want to go anywhere in the empire? Life isn’t just about acquiring and clinging to power in Rome. What else do you want?” She froze up again. I don’t think she anticipated me asking real questions of her. I could see the scrolls shuffling in the mental library as she thought about her own suppressed happiness. It must be truly awful to be from a clan obsessed with retaining power. She must always be on a battle-footing. I’ve seen how that constant vigilance can break a legionary, the same logic must apply for her sort of warfare. Alessia took maybe a full minute to come up with a response, “I don’t see how the details are relevant. The minutia of my life are unimportant. If you would like, I can have Khios prepare a monthly expense report of my spending so that you are informed of what I purchase and when. I can also have my calendar sent to you whenever it is updated. I promise I will remain reasonable in my expenses, I will not be a drain on our finances.” By Iuppiters lighting cock, does she have some issues. Thrainter dropped his fork with a loud clatter on the dish, his mouth as agape as my own. Khios seemed to be unsurprised, however. We continued the rest of our meal in silence. Alessia finished first and with a few whispered commands, she dispatched her handmaidens off to some task or another. Standing, she gave a bow and retired to the Domina’s room of the villa, just out of sight of the dining area. I grabbed another pawfull of dates and casually ate them one by one. “Should I be concerned, Khios?” The jackal turned to look up to me, his lips curled slightly, “It could just be how she deals with the shock of the situation, Dominus. Locking people out isn’t too dissimilar from flight.” The thin dog made a good point. I certainly didn’t handle this situation well; she must not be either. Even though she’s had weeks more knowledge of the marriage than I, the reality likely set in only upon getting here. I gave the clever dog a loving nip on his ear, eliciting a gentle whine from him. Finishing my last date, I stood up and stretched. “Well, dinner was excellent, please let the cook know I appreciate his work, Khios.” “Of course, Dominus. I’ll let him know during my rounds tonight. I must check to see that all the staff have settled in properly. After I finish, may, uh, may I join you and Thraintar, tonight?” The Eastern dog questioned nervously. I pulled Khios into a hug and nuzzled his face, “yes, of course. You are most welcomed to share the bed with us.” He pulled away with a blush only to get a similar hug from Thraintar. The fox pressed his muzzle to Khios’ and slipped his tongue in. After a quick taste of his muzzle, Thraintar asked, “perhaps I can go with you on your rounds and we can make them go faster? I’d like to see all these new people anyway.” Khios excitedly nodded and the two gave me a slight bow and made for the courtyard. “I’ll see you in a bit” I called to my lovers. I happily wagged my tail to myself watching them walk off. Now that I thought about it, we might need some extra pillows for the bed, it had only been fitted for one when we had gotten here yesterday. Thraintar and I had to make do with minimal bedding, which wasn’t a problem, but with three we might need more. Probably some more bedding stored in one of the chests in the Dominus chamber. I went to the Masters wing, a short hallway with a door to either side. The left door was to the Dominas room, closed and I presume locked. It would be best to not bother her tonight, I think. I opened the right door, went inside and closed it behind me. To add to all my surprises of the day, I found that I wasn’t alone in the Dominus’ room. Alessia laid spread out in the middle of the bed, wearing nothing but her snow-white fur. She sat upright with her arms supporting her from behind and her legs spread wide. Clearly, she had chosen this pose to leave nothing to the imagination, as I could see the two rows of pink nipples running down her chest and belly as well as the fleshy mound between her legs. My tail tucked in close and I was immediately at a complete loss for words. Alessia of course didn’t seem to notice my discomfort. “Don’t just stand there, I’d like to finish this some time tonight.” She shot with a good deal of annoyance. As if she wasn’t the one ambushing me! “Wait, you want me to…” and I trailed off, not accustomed to putting the words to the thought of doing so with a female. “Yes! Hurry up and get undressed.” She said with an angered growl. I complied and began removing my tunic, dropping it to the floor. She stared at the black fur of my toned chest and nodded. “Could be worse, I suppose.” And then let herself fall back onto the bed, lying face up. Without her expectant eyes directly on me, I didn’t feel pressured to remove my loin clothe. Instead, I sat down at the edge of the bed and looked over what was expected of me. I’d see nude females before, but they were always nude for someone else. It might be at a party, a slave auction or as I walked through a brothel to get to the private rooms where I could find the male selection. This was the closest I had ever come to a females spade. What was I supposed to do with it? I wasn’t really prepared to fuck it. I heard another growl of annoyance come from Alessia. She was waiting for me to do something. I decided to brave though it like it were a battlefield. I reached out and placed a paw on her inner thigh, just beside her spade. The black lips where her fur parted gave way to a pink interior. I put my other paw to her thigh and stroked my thumb across her opening. It was moist already. I brought my paw up to my nose to sniff it, taking in the scent of her femineity. She had a sweet, almost honey like aroma. Hmm, I wonder… I leaned forward and placed both paws back on the edges of her lupine hole. Gently spreading her, I leaned my head in to get a better sniff. She indeed had a honey nectar smell, like a beehive cracked open and exposed to the wind. I found myself letting my tongue lap forward and taste her lips. A second stroke of my tongue found its way deeper in her folds, grazing a pink mound tucked just inside the lips of her spade. Alessia let a breathy whine and clawed the bed, startling me. ~~~She uncontrollably whined and scratched at the bed. Alessia had been annoyed with how dumb her new husband seemed to be, like he was completely unfamiliar with what sex was. Her annoyance had evaporated when he put his tongue in her. She had fully expected him to just ram his cock in and not even bother with pleasing her. Apparently, he was just completely clueless. She realized she must have startled him with her whine and was about to tell him to continue when she felt his tongue slip inside her again. Damn, that was good! With each lick, Alessia could feel the male go just a little deeper each time. His tentative kissing of her pussy escalated to lapping out of her after a few minutes. She found her paws holding the back of his head in place, keeping his lips pressed to hers. Alessia groans and whined. Her vagina was dripping her juices and his saliva, the scent of aroused wolfess filling the room. The wet smacking sound of Lucius’ tongue got drowned out by her moans and whines. She could feel her release getting close. Alessia gripped Lucius’ ears and pulled him in as far as she could, practically using his face as a toy. She hit that peak a moment later, growling as she sprayed her wolfess juice all over his muzzle. Alessia lay back again and bask in the afterglow. Fuck, if she had realized her husband would do this for her, she wouldn’t have been so curt with him earlier. Uggh. He had been nothing but sweet to her the entire time at dinner, hadn’t he? He was probably just as scared of this marriage thing as she was. Alessia mentally chided herself for not seeing that sooner. She sat up again to look at her husband. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, face damp with her cum. He didn’t seem like he knew what to do next. Maybe she should at least let him know he was doing well so far. “Thank you, I really liked that.” Alessia spoke softly to him. Lucius blushed hard through his black fur. She moved closer to him on the bed and gave him a lick on his cheek. He seemed so shy about this. Was he a virgin? At his age? Or was there something wrong with him? No deformity was disclosed, so perhaps an injury on this campaign? She’d have to see for herself. With a paw on his shoulder to encourage him, she helped Lucius up onto the bed. She found herself pressing her face against his chest, admiring the firm muscles just under his thick fur. His belly was taught but made soft by the downy fur. His male smell was quite pleasing. She held her face a few inches from his groin and began undoing his loincloth. From the corner of her eye, she could see his face turn scarlet with embarrassment. Not a good sign. Pulling the undergarments off, she got a good look at her husband’s weapon, still hiding in it’s sheath. Both balls were still there, there was no scaring or the appearance of injury. In fact, his sheath was quite big for an unerect wolf. Now this was confusing. He spoke up and explained, “I’ve, uh, never actually been with a female before. This is all new to me.” “Ah, so you’re a virgin. That’s alright, that’ll be fixed tonight.” Alessia tried to assure him. He blushed harder and said, “No, I’m definitely not a virgin. I’ve just never been with a female.” The realization snapped on Alessia in an instant. “Ahh, so the fox, Thraintar. He’s your lover? That makes sense.” “Yes, we’ve been together for three seasons now. I’ve had some flings in the past, but never anything as committed as with Thraintar. I hope you don’t mind that I wish to keep a lover. Or two.” He added the last part rather quietly. Alessia honestly didn’t mind, she had no problem with males that prefer other males. In fact, she found it arousing to think about. And he has two lovers? Even better. The other benefit to sharing Lucius is that she wouldn’t be the only place he could bury his bone. That was one thing that had worried her, becoming merely a toy for a male to use. Lucius was definitely very different. “You can keep him as long as I get to watch every now and then”, she said to him. Before Lucius had time to fully comprehend that, she pressed her nose down into his groin, taking in the scent of his sheath. Damn, he had a good smell. If Alessia had to put a word to it, it’d be ‘virile’. He was still limp and that was beginning to be a problem. She held his furry pouch in her paws and found the opening. With the tip of her claw, she opened it just enough to start getting her tongue inside. A little quid pro quo would be correct, would it not? The taste of his musk was immensely strong inside his sheath. Alessia found herself desperate to get more of her tongue inside. She could feel the thick shaft begin to stir, the bone in the middle getting harder to feel as his blood rushed to fill his member. The tip of his wolfhood slipped out, guided by her dripping tongue from out of his sheath directly into her lips. The first two inches traded a warm pouch for a wet muzzle. A hint of something salty hit her senses as more of his cock worked its way into her muzzle. Lucius groaned and placed a paw on her back, rubbing her gently. Alessia had her right paw guiding his cock into her muzzle and used her free paw to feel his balls. She liked the weight they had. As more of his bright red cock slipped free of the sheath, Alessia had to use two paws to hold it properly. She was very impressed with the size of this spear. She couldn’t get her forefinger to touch her thumb as she gripped it. Near the base, she saw the knot begin to swell up somewhat. Knowing that it can get stuck inside the sheath, she pulled the pouch down all the way, letting the bulb out with a slick pop. She kept one paw working the middle of his shaft, the other paw on the knot and her lips on the upper third. Lucius was enjoying her work it seemed, as she could hear him panting and his tail swishing across the bed. She was enjoying her work, too. He tasted pleasing, a very nice size and his tip was just the right width to fit in her muzzle without too much strain. “Ahh, keep going. This is great.” Lucius pleaded. Alessia beamed at his encouragement. She found herself hoping she was doing as well as the fox did. With that competitive thought, she tried pressing her muzzle down further. Going from about a third of the way down his cock to halfway, she felt her jaw ache just a small bit. It was worth it though from the groan she got from Lucius. A little more in her mouth and she moaned on him. She felt his sack jump a bit and she took that as a good indicator of her performance. Lucius moaned loudly again as she began sucking up the half of his cock she had down her muzzle. To her surprise, he gave a growl and a single buck of his hips. Then she tasted it, his salty, musky seed filling her muzzle and going right down her throat. She took the first shot entirely by reflex, tried to suck down the second but was forced to pull off his cock for the third. As she took a deep breath of fresh air, his burning red wolf cock sprayed more ropes of cum onto her face. She licked up as much as she could from her lips and as it landed directly on her tongue. In between pants, she whined out, “Good boy. I knew we could get you ready”. All this foreplay had gotten her wet again and Alessia could feel an ache in her spade that Lucius was going to fix. She tugged on his still erect cock by the knot and pulled him towards the center of the bed. Alessia then got on all fours and held her tail up high, giving Lucius a clear view of what she wanted from him.~~~ I gave a little whine seeing the new position she had taken. Thraintar liked it when I took him like a female like this, so I felt myself becoming significantly more at ease. The blowjob helped that a lot too! I hadn’t expected her to do that. Maybe she was just as curious about how I tasted as I was about her? With her tail raised, I could see her tight little tailhole held above the pink folds of her pussy. Maybe some other time I could take her backdoor, but tonight she wanted me in her spade. What are the odds I’d get puppies in her the first time? It’ll probably take multiple tries. At least she’s a lot more interested in me now, it seems. At least my body. I got into the proper position, kneeling behind her with my cock level to her cunt. I placed one paw on her hip and the other on my shaft to guide the tip in. She whined as my tapered penis made contact with her lower lips. I could feel the heat pouring out of her, like the furnace under the bath. I slipped the first inch inside, just enough to get properly in. Alessia gave me another needy whine. “You can be a little rough if you want, I’m not made of glass.” She assured me. “I want to go slow and enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it too.” I said back. “Let me know if I’m doing it right, ok?” She hummed in confirmation and pressed herself a little more onto me. Ah, she’s tight. Not quite as tight as Thraintar was at first, but definitely close. I slowly slid another inch of my wolfhood in, then another. At the halfway point I felt her tighten up more as she whined again, her pussy getting slicker as she dripped more juices. I went in further, eventually bottoming out at the top of my knot. I gave a pleasured growl at being almost fully inside her. After a minute of adjusting to my girth, she pressed her hips back and made her spade kiss my knot. “I’m ready, take me”, She commanded. I pulled back, letting my tip free and leaving her hole gaping. Then with a healthy amount of force, I slammed back in down to the knot again, filling her back up. She howled in pleasure and kept howling as I did it again. Her tight pussy felt great around my cock. The only way I could tell it different from Thraintars ass was how she gripped me in different places inside her and how the folds of her spade kissed at my knot. If it weren’t for those subtle cues, I’d be hard pressed to tell the difference in holes; the feminine whines of pleasure were nearly the same. “Oh, Lucius, tie me. Give me your pups.” She begged. I hammered away at her, sinking my cock in and pulling completely out with each thrust. After several minutes, I decided to switch the cadence. Pulling just halfway out and then slamming back in, I could get a lot more force behind each thrust. This change in tempo got another howl of pleasure from Alessia. My knot slammed against her spade and that sensitive mound I had found in there with my tongue. She came again, clamping down on my cock and spraying my crotch with her nectar. The added slickness helped me press my attack, and with a few more thrusts I got my knot to slip in. Alessia made the neediest whine I’d ever heard while my knot swelled up in place. I leaned forward and gave her neck licks and nips. I could feel myself getting very close, my own short thrusts no longer moving my cock much further in her. I reached a paw around and held her belly. Normally I’d be stroking my partners cock but it felt right at this moment to hold her lower belly. I could feel my own cock in her. I used this new leverage on her waist to push forward just a bit more, the tightness around my knot unbearable. I felt myself releasing another load, this time deep in Alessia’s belly. With my paw, I could feel myself pulsing deep inside her. With how far in her I was, my tip had to be in her womb, filling her with my pups direct. We howled in unison as I filled her. I could feel her clamping down on me again as she experience yet another peak. We spent several minutes panting, her legs and arms shaking, barely able to hold herself up any longer. I rolled us both around so she could lay on top of me. Alessia turned the tie, pivoting on my cock so her feet pointed towards my head. She then took a more comfortable position with her legs wrapped around my waist, my knot still buried deep in her. Being able to change positions like that was just one of the perks of being a wolf. Alessia pressed her white-furred face up into the crook of my neck and breathed deeply. I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes in relaxation. I enjoyed sex, but the best part was the tie. Nothing was as good as being joined to your partner like this. Alessia broke the silence first. “I like comedies.” My ears perked up at that. “What?” “I like comedies.” She repeated. “Tragedies remind me too much of real events, so I prefer comedies. Yes, they’re often absurd and stupid, but that’s the point. I like the temporary escape from worry.” Ah, my questions from earlier at dinner. “Heh, I like comedies too. A month before I left Rome, I went to a three day long performance of all of six comedies by Publius Terentius Afer. I think I was the only person to attend all six plays.” I chuckled to myself. “Huh, well I too have seen all of Terentius’ plays. I’d be happy to see them again with you, though.” I smiled at that. “What about travel? I’ve been through a good amount of Gallia, the cisalpine, Sicilia and all over Italia of course. I’d like to see Grecia and Aegyptus.” She thought for a moment, “hmm, yeah I’d like to see Aegyptus too, the pyramids sound fascinating. Then there’s the Temple of Diane in Asia, I’d like to see that. Oh, and I read about this palace on the island of Crete that was home to the minotaur!” Her excitement was infectious. We ended up talking for hours into the night. I didn’t even notice when Thraintar and Khios slipped into the room. Thankfully, the bed was just barely big enough for the four of us.