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The moment Eyazen stepped inside the crowded tavern, the plethora of smells hit him all at once. Being a canine as he was, his sensitive nose managed to capture a great deal of details from those smells alone, even if his nose actually wrinkled for it. A full tavern full of people drinking wasn't what he would categorize as something that smelled good, but nevertheless, it did mean food, drinks and, most of all, rest.

Eyazen's friend and companion, Garelth, slammed the door behind them, which in turn drew quite a few eyes towards the pair. Garelth, being an unique mix of Clydesdale and lion, already usually caught everyone's eye without having to try so hard. He was as tall as any horse Eyazen had ever met, but along with his light brown, short equine fur he also displayed a rather majestic white mane that certainly came from his leonine side. Granted, it wasn't as smooth as it should have been after so many days out adventuring, but it still made for an impressive sight. The heavy plate armor and huge two-handed sword strapped to Garelth's back complemented his look rather well, which is why the wolf, clad in nothing but his red mage robes over simple clothes, rolled his eyes for Garelth's need to draw attention, even if with a light chuckle.

"Make way for the goblin slayers!" The leonine stallion boasted with his deep voice. That alone brought a cheer from the tavern, mugs of ale being raised in response. Mostly from the people already drunk, Eyazen noticed, as those would cheer for pretty much anything anyways.

A foxy waitress soon came to lead them to an empty wooden table with nothing but a candle on its center for light. The table was at the tavern's side, directly against a wall, which pleased the wolf. He liked at least a little bit of privacy. Eyazen let himself slouch back on the simple wooden chair, a sigh of relief coming from him. How he had longed for some decent rest in these last few weeks.

"So, what can I bring for the mighty heroes that solved our goblin problem?" The waitress asked with a rather girly giggle. Eyazen could see how the young fox looked at Garelth, who had just settled himself on the chair, armor and everything, and was smiling at her with all of his inherent charm. Poor girl, Eyazen thought with a sly smile of his own. She's not going to get anything from him.

"Ale! The biggest mug you have of the finest ale in the house! And get to preparing the best room you have for two!" Garelth exclaimed, looking pretty energetic for someone who had just returned from an adventure of three whole weeks. It had started a simple request to slay a small band of goblins on the trade road leading to the town, but after Eyazen and Garelth were done with that, clues led to a goblin hideout, the hideout led to a swamp, the swamp was full of goblin shamans... and so on, on what ended up being a little over three weeks of fierce goblin slaying, swamp crawling and barely time to camp properly.

"And for you, mister wolf?"

The waitress pulled Eyazen out of his thoughts. He met her eyes, but stammered.

"Err... I think I'd rather get foo-" the wolf started, but Garelth slammed the table in front of him to interrupt the canine.

"He'll have ale as well! We'll toast to our success, won't we?" That brought another chuckle from the waitress. Eyazen looked at his companion across the table with another sigh. He wasn't really wanting to get drunk that night, for he had a few things to correct in his spellbooks, some damage to fix on his staff... Garelth's eyes, however, were filled with expectancy. It was the warrior's own way of pleading without pleading. Eyazen shook his head, giving up.

"Fine. One mug of ale for me as well, please," he finally said, bringing another cheer for Garelth.

"A big one! Very big!" His companion completed, and the waitress just gave him another one of her giggles and went off to see to their order.

Finally left alone at their table, the wolf's eyes went back to Garelth, who in turn was already starting to remove his heavy armor. The clasps over his shoulder plates undone, they fell on the floor with a heavy clank of metal, drawing yet more attention to them. Garelth didn't seem to mind it in the least.

"Must you do that now? Can't you wait until we're upstairs and, you know, alone?" Eyazen asked, slightly annoyed. Garelth finished taking off his chest plate before he answered, letting his broad, muscular chest visible under nothing but a plain, simple white shirt that he used over his armor. The shirt had a few wet spots from sweat alone.

"Do you have any idea how hot and uncomfortable armor is? How am I supposed to drink and have fun with this thing weighing me down?" Garelth asked in return, albeit rather playfully. He proceeded to undo the clasps holding the plate in his arms, letting that fall off as well with a sigh of pure relief. Garelth's arms and mighty biceps came to view. Not only that, but free of his steel confines, the leonine horse's stretching of his arms was enough for Eyazen to catch hint of his musk in his sensitive nose. It was Garelth's smell that he knew so well, yet a thousand times... well, muskier. It was hard to describe. Once again, the wolf wrinkled his nose, even if his ears lowered themselves ever so slightly as well. Eyazen found thoughts that weren't appropriate for the moment skittering inside his mind, so instead, still annoyed, he looked away deciding to distract himself elsewhere.

The wolf flickered his fingers. From them, a single burst of flame came forth, slithering with precision to the candle at their table's center and lighting it up successfully. Fire was always something Eyazen enjoyed contemplating, being a mage specialized in fire magic himself. It was his weapon, his field, his life. Eyazen wasn't as big or strong as Garelth, but he certainly could hold his own in a fight using his magic.

Under the heavy, long robes he wore the wolf had a rather lean build, thin, but with barely a hint of muscle. It was the result of a whole life of heavy studying rather than fighting. From the outside, one would compliment Eyazen's two-colored fur, but underneath his robes he was actually mostly white. The black parts of his fur started just over his head, enveloping the back of his ears, his back, and then thinning out just before his tail, but then opening again to give him a two-colored tail that was black on the back while white underneath. A small hint of black also tinted the upper side of his muzzle. Just a small part that Garelth had the habit of calling "extremely adorable". The thought distracted Eyazen, making a very light hint of a blush fill his face, then he shook it away. Damn, he did feel hot with his heavy robes on as well.

Unlike Garelth, however, he could wait until they had a room. He lifted his eyes to see Garelth standing now, clumsily taking off the last pieces of plate from his greaves. He wore nothing but his short sleeved, white shirt and a very simple, brown pair of long pants now. The hint of his companion's musk in the air was bigger than before, but Eyazen decided to just ignore it. He should have the waitress prepare them a hot bath as well, he took note. Garelth needed one desperately and he certainly wouldn't complain about one himself, too.

That's what he did when the waitress arrived with their ale. She guaranteed two big basins of hot water would be waiting for them in their room when they went up so they could wash up, he thanked her and she left. Garelth didn't wait, taking the mug, raising it up in a lone toast and single cheer, then brought it to his muzzle to drink. Several loud, big gulps later, a half empty mug was slammed down on the table.

"Ah! That's the good stuff! Nothing like relaxing with ale after a job well done, right?" Garelth's cheerfulness brought nothing but a small smile from Eyazen, the wolf shaking his head once more. So loud.

"If you say so," he said simply, sipping the ale from his oversized mug. It felt strong. Very strong. It burned on its way down his throat, making him frown.

"Oh, come on. We're here to have fun! We deserve it! Don't you want to tell these people how you burned down ten goblins with a single badass spell?" The question was accompanied with another big gulp of his drink by Garelth, but Eyazen just shrugged.

"Ten? More like twenty," the wolf just said, keeping his calm demeanor. He snapped his fingers to let a tiny burst of flame come through, burning bright for a small second before disappearing. "I'm the only one that has to be fully aware of my capabilities, though." Garelth just snorted.

"Oh, you're no fun. It's what I always tell you, wolfie. You're too serious!"

The wolf just let out a simple "Hmpf". Thankfully, the foxy waitress came to their table again, pretty much throwing herself over Garelth and very, very eager to hear his tales regarding their latest, exhausting adventures. Eyazen was grateful for the small time alone it granted him. He took the time to relax and keep taking small sips of the strong beverage he had been provided with. Even in the loud tavern, the wolf could still relax.

His eyes were drawn to the dancing flames of the candle again. It was reflected in his deep green eyes as it flickered, going back and forth in what Eyazen considered to be the single most beautiful thing in the world. The flames reacted to everything. Every breath in the room, the smallest gust of wind. It made the flame dance accordingly, like someone following the steps of music down to absolute perfection. The wolf, resting in his chair and lost in his thoughts as he watched the flames, barely registered a second mug of ale coming to Garelth. The loud sounds of the tavern sounding distant to his ears, even as they stood upright. It was his favorite state of mind. Letting the flames dance in front of his eyes and his mind race on his own, going to whatever direction it pleased and always taking him to new places.

The wolf had no idea about how much time had passed when he heard his name being called. Distant, at first, but getting louder.

"Eyazen? Eyazen? EYAZEN?"

The wolf's eyes came up. Garelth was looking at him with his eyes narrowed from across the table. Two of the huge mugs of ale stood empty in front of him, while a third that still had some sat by their side. Eyazen's mug was pretty much untouched.

"You're doing it again," Garelth stated. "Lost in your little world of thought. Godamnit, Eyazen, I don't know how you do it."

"It's easy. All you have to do is be quiet. You should try it sometime," the wolf responded in his usual playful, yet serious tone as a tease. He took his mug to sip the beverage again. Garelth, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes towards him. Maybe it was his turn to be annoyed.

"Oh yeah? Well, what I think is that you don't know how to have fun properly. At least not without me to help you," Garelth responded. The wolf just raised an eyebrow.

"I can hardly remember an occasion where you 'helped me' have fun in a place like this. You know I prefer quieter environments." Eyazen's response was plain and simple, and yet it brought a smile from Galreth. A sly smirk that made the wolf's eyebrow get even higher, his ears upright with suspicion. "Am I amusing you somehow?"

"Not yet, but you will," Galreth said, making Eyazen even more confused. The confusion didn't last, though. Before he could properly ponder on Garelth's meaning, he felt his companion's footpaw coming to touch his knee from underneath the table, starting to lift his robe. It didn't stop there, but kept going to his thigh, and then immediately reaching to press against his crotch. Eyazen's eyes widened a bit, his upright ears folding back immediately as he finally understood what Galreth meant by 'fun'. It made sense now. The wolf closed his legs in pure reflex, but Garelth's footpaw was already there. All that did was hold the horse's leg between his own and, if anything, press his paw even harder against the wolf's crotch.

"W-what do you think you're doing?! Someone's gonna see that!" The wolf said with urgency. Eyazen immediately looked around. The table was made of heavy wood, but while it did provide protection from sight directly over it, it was plainly open at its side, allowing anyone that looked from a small distance to see what was going on underneath it. Not a single soul that the wolf's eyes went through was worried about them, everyone distracted with their own conversations and activities, but still, the possibility someone would look their way and see the display was very much present. "Not here! Take that away!"

"Nah," Garelth, said, his coy smile widening. "I think you need to relax properly and I know juuuust how to get you to do that," his companion said. His toes now curled themselves, while his footpaw pressed against the wolf's sheath started moving. Up and down it went in a small motion, pressing and rubbing against Eyazen's crotch underneath the table.

The wolf's paws went down to it. Eyazen took hold of Garelth's footpaw and tried to push it away, but that only made the warrior press it more firmly. When had Garelth taken off his boot? The wolf pushed, but if Garelth didn't want to move his powerful hindpaw away, it wasn't through strength that Eyazen was going to get it moved. After a few grunts and attempts, the mage gave up. He did realize that having both his hands down the table only brought more attention to what was happening underneath it anyways. The moment he stopped pushing, that footpaw began moving again, rubbing against him. Eyazen, now with a light tint of a blush behind the fur of his muzzle, glared up at Garelth again.

"Seriously, take it away. What are they going to think?!" Eyazen's ears folded back more as he spoke, eyes once again glancing to the sides nervously.

"I dunno. That you're a horny puppy?"

The warrior's smirk and chuckles made obvious how much fun he was having at the wolf's expense, which only made his blush deepen. Even worse, he could feel Garelth's rubbing working on him. The spark of arousal was successfully lit in Eyazen's mind, no matter how much he tried to deny it. No matter how uncomfortable he was with the situation. As Garelth's footpaw kept rubbing directly against his crotch, against his white sheath and balls underneath the table, Eyazen could feel himself getting hard. Or trying to.

The wolf felt his member swell inside his sheath, and then he felt the now familiar sensation of the small chastity cage he wore around his sheath blocking his cock from growing further. The metal cage never faltered in doing its job, making Eyazen feel the light discomfort of his sheath being too tight for the erection that wanted to come, but couldn't. He felt his cock pressing against the metal, then pressing harder and harder until the unyielding metal forced his erection to waver. Yet the rubbing always continued, trapping the wolf in a circle of extreme tightness and discomfort that made his face twist in several different expressions. Garelth knew that very well, too, and Eyazen knew that that's exactly why he started rubbing his footpaw even harder against his crotch. The wolf's blush deepened. One of his paws went down to at least try to slow down the warrior, but the other was kept over the table to try and keep at least a little bit of discretion.

"It's not funny, Garelth. Come on. Please?" Eyazen said, the redness of his embarrassment now clearer in his face, also evidenced by his pleading frown and halfway lowered ears.

"You're so cute when you resort to begging," Garelth said, quite idly. "I don't know, though. Why should I stop? You're obviously enjoying it." To make true to those words, Garelth made a few quicker, stronger rubs, which brought an involuntary groan mixed with a grunt from the wolf, much to his embarrassment.

"I.. I'm.. n-not!" Eyazen protested, even though his chastity cage was feeling tighter than it had felt in weeks. Probably due to the very fact that it had been there for weeks. It had been so long since...

"Alright, I'll pretend I believe that," Garelth said, taking his paw away, much to the wolf's relief. He then pushed his chair back and stood up, footpaw stepping inside his boot again, which apparently he had removed only for the sole purpose of teasing the wolf. Eyazen sighed in relief. Nobody had seen it, he hoped, and while his heart was still beating faster and his cage still felt tight, he let himself relax on the table before he looked up at Garelth again, who finished tightening his boot.

"What are you doing? We haven't eaten yet and I'm hungry.."

Garelth gave nothing more than a glance. His smirk was still there, Eyazen noticed.

"We're going upstairs. You think you can tease me like that and leave me hanging? We can eat later," the warrior said, a little too loud for the wolf's liking.

"I teased you?" The wolf said, raising an eyebrow. He was still straightening up his robe, specially in the lower areas. He just grunted. "I don't think they'll be serving proper food lat-Hey! HEY!" Eyazen started his protest, but Garelth wouldn't hear any of it. He interrupted the wolf by going around the table and grabbing the furry scruff of Eyazen's neck, yanking him up from the chair and, in fact, making quite a scene. The wolf both protested and tried to reach Garelth's paw with his own behind his neck. He managed to, in fact, but all he could do was push them awkwardly or hold them and that wasn't nearly enough to get Garelth to let him go. His bigger, stronger companion then started dragging him towards the stairs. The wolf tried to keep up with quick, clumsy steps, but he was indeed getting dragged.

"S-stop! Let go! I can walk! Garelth..!" The wolf's ears folded themselves back completely, as every eye on the tavern watched him get pulled by his scruff towards the stairs. Chuckles and laughter for the silly display rose from all over the room.When they reached the foot of the wooden staircase, Garelth stopped, though not letting Eyazen go.

"What's our room?" The stallion asked towards the waitress, who stood near a table watching the display as well. She just giggled.

"Room five should be ready for you, mister," she answered promptly.

Garelth gave her a small bow of his head and a "Thanks!", then went up the stairs, dragging a stumbling, embarrassed Eyazen behind him.

Only when they reached their room Garelth let go of the wolf's scruff after pushing him inside. Finally free, Eyazen's paw came up to fix the mess of fur his companion had left over his scruff, while looking at him with a deep frown and a light growl. The blush of embarrassment hadn't left his face, specially after the ordeal.

"What the hell was that about?! You didn't have to do that!"

"I know. You would've followed me like a good puppy anyways, right? 'T was more fun that way, though."

Eyazen's light growl became louder. Everyone saw him stumbling like a fool and being led like... well, like a puppy. The very thought of it made him blush harder. He turned away from Garelth, angry and embarrassed.

"You're a real jerk sometimes," he simply said. Eyazen now finally had time to take a proper look at their room. It wasn't big, really, but it had plenty of space. Two separate, single beds stood side by side, although very close to each other, against the wall opposite to the door. The lamps on the wall burned brightly with pre-lit fire and, other than the beds, there was nothing but a cabinet against one of the room's walls with a few drawers for them to use. The waitress had done as she promised, however, as two large basins of water were there on the floor, taking up pretty much all of the space in that side of the room. Eyazen sighed. The thought of a warm bath did seem appealing, even if he was still kinda hungry.

There wasn't much time to think after that. Garelth's paws came from behind the wolf in a sort of hug. It was quite tender. The taller, sturdier warrior successfully enveloping the wolf in it. Eyazen's ears perked up. Garelth's smell suddenly filled his nose with him being so close, which brought back the thought that he too needed a bath, but nevertheless, the wolf's tail wagged softly, brushing against the lion-stallion hybrid's legs. Garelth's hands explored Eyazen's chest, even over his robes and clothes. They moved slowly, teasingly, making Eyazen shiver and blush at the same time. Despite still being mad at the warrior for embarrassing him in public, he found that his cock didn't hold a grudge. The metal cage around his member was feeling tight again in a matter of seconds.

"That's no way of speaking to your beloved companion, is it?" Garelth's hands kept going down, soon reaching the wolf's crotch and pressing against it. Eyazen felt those powerful fingers feeling his balls, teasing him. "Why don't you step out of these heavy robes so I can have a look at that fur of yours?" The wolf's ears folded back a little, but he stubbornly stepped out of the warrior's embrace. He still had his dignity, after all. He turned towards Garelth and crossed his arms, keeping his frown.

"No. You embarrassed me in front of the whole tavern! I want you to apologize, first," Eyazen stated, keeping his face serious. Garelth raised an eyebrow towards him, not looking all that pleased with the wolf's stand for his pride. Eyazen noted a sizeable bulge in front of the warrior's pants.

"Huh. I see that you seem to be forgetting your place, puppy." Garelth spoke rather calmly. His hand went down to fumble inside his pocket, then brought out a single, small and shiny silver key. Eyazen's ears folded back yet a little further. They both knew what that opened pretty well.

"I thought you would be eager for a chance of getting this, but if you're not, then I suppose we can just head back downstairs..." Garelth made a show of fiddling with the key, then an exaggerated movement of putting it back to his pocket.

"Wait!" The very sight of the key made Eyazen's cock press against his locked chastity cage again. His ears folding back a little further, the wolf's eyes locked themselves over the key. Three weeks and two days. That's how long his sheath had been locked inside the cage. Eyazen knew the how long it had been with precision and, even if they were busy with their adventuring and fighting, there had been more than one occasion where the wolf thought about sex, but couldn't do anything about it. How incredibly pent up he was was definitely the reason his heart was beating faster and his erection was trying to grow just from the sight of the key alone. "...Fine."

"'Fine' what, puppy?" Garelth brought the key back up, leaving it in plain sight. Eyazen's blush returned.

"I'll comply," the wolf said, though now looking away from Garelth. He was fully aware he was stepping over his dignity. Again. But... he wanted that key so damn badly. The wolf took off his heavy, red robes, letting them fall off on the floor and exposing the small clothes he wore underneath. A plain, short-sleeved white shirt and a simple set of pants. The outline of the metal cage could be seen even over his simple pair of underwear as well. At least for the wolf, who was painfully aware that the cage was there, it looked rather obvious. Eyazen looked up at Garelth, ears still down. The warrior's big smirk had returned, his eyes down over his body.

"Naked, puppy. I want you naked."

Eyazen's muzzle felt hotter.

"You're still clothed, though!" he protested.

"We'll fix that very soon. Now hush," Garelth responded simply, waving a paw towards him. Eyazen just grunted, looking down.

He took off his shirt first, revealing the white fur of his chest, followed by reluctantly pulling down his pants and underwear. He stepped out of those and felt himself blushing hard. The wolf stood there, completely naked save for the small metal cage that fitted his sheath rather well and was held in place by a steel ring that went around the base of his balls. The ring itself pulled them forward a little bit, making them too feel even more exposed. Eyazen placed both his paws over his private parts, eager for some cover, as he could see Garelth's hungry eyes devouring the sight with a delight that translated to the size of the bulge over the warrior's pants. It was looking quite impressive already.

This was hardly the first time Eyazen had been naked for Garelth. It definitely wasn't, in fact. Yet, being there completely naked while Garelth was still fully dressed always made him feel rather dirty. He wasn't sure that was the right word, all he knew is that he couldn't keep his tail from curling between his legs, his ears from touching his head or his muzzle from feeling hot and red when he was exposed like this. Garelth took a step forward, one single paw coming forth to pull Eyazen's covering forepaws from his trapped member.

"You know the rules. No hiding," Garelth said with a stern tone, making the wolf look away and grunt. His cage felt even tighter.

"Get on your knees and open my pants," the warrior ordered. His voice was filled with a mix of authority and lust. There was something in that big, strong warrior that, when he talked like that, triggered something inside Eyazen that compelled him to obey. He wasn't proud of it. He could stand up to Garelth if he wanted. He was a powerful mage! Yet, he found himself on his knees in front of the hybrid before he could even finish those thoughts. His muzzle was now close to Garelth's crotch. He could already smell it, strong and musky after so long, even through the fabric.

The wolf's paws came forth to undo the laces holding the warrior's pants together. They fell off rather quickly, leaving the warrior in nothing but the tight, wrapped loincloth he always used around his crotch. The absence of his pants alone was enough to make the smell stronger for the wolf's powerful nose, but he set on unwrapping the loincloth as well, letting it hang down, and then pulling it down as well, exposing everything.

Despite the leonine appearance of most of his fur, Garelth's cock stayed true mainly to his equine nature. Two big, powerful set of leathery balls hung between his legs, leading up to a flared, dark brown colored member. The most impressive trait about it, however, was the sheer length and girth. Along with its nature, Garelth kept the usual hungness of horses too. It almost hit Eyazen's muzzle when it jumped out of the tight, heavily bulged loincloth. Garelth sighed for the freedom it provided over his head, but Eyazen was forced to retreat.

Letting Garelth's private parts free hit the wolf's muzzle with a stronger kind of musk than he predicted. Stronger than he ever remembered feeling before. He was very familiar with his companion's scent, of course, and he even knew how strong the warrior's musk was, but that was a whole new level. Eyazen's muzzle retreated and looked away, a paw coming to rub it as the very strong scent assaulted his nose, overloading his sense of smell. Garelth chuckled from above him.

"What's wrong, puppy? You were with me the whole time. You know I hadn't taken my armor off to anything but sleeping in these past weeks. I hate bathing in cold rivers. Is a powerful warrior's musk too much for the puppy? I know how much you love it, no use in hiding it." Garelth's superior tone filled Eyazen with his usual embarrassment, making his muzzle feel hot once more. He let go of his muzzle to glare up at the warrior, but that alone made him wrinkle his nose reflexively.

"My nose is very sensitive!" The wolf complained. That only brought a smirk from Garelth. Eyazen knew that expression. He detected something was wrong, but his mind wasn't fast enough. Garelth's hand came up behind his head in a quick movement and, before the wolf had time to do anything about it, he felt his head pushed forward and his nose buried right against those hefty, musky balls. Eyazen couldn't help but inhale as he started his protest, feeling a dose of strong musk hitting him like a brick. It actually made him dizzy for a moment as it all came in at once, his nose taking in every single small detail revolving the smell, his brain connecting it to Garelth in all of its strong subtleties, yet hundreds of times more potent than usual.

The wolf grunted and struggled to pull back, but Garelth kept him in there with a chuckle for several seconds before allowing him to retreat. When he did, it was sudden, and Eyazen fell back sitting, coughing a little and dazed. His ears were still glued to his head, his muzzle burning in embarrassment as Garelth laughed at his reaction.

"Aww, too much warrior for the puppy? And yet, like I said, you're clearly enjoying it," Garelth commented. Eyazen let out a small, embarrassed growl, even though he was confused about the meaning of Garelth's last words. At least until the warrior's foot came closer to poke at his cage. So busy handling the smell, the wolf had barely noticed that his cage was straining so hard that the ring around his balls was pulling at them. Clear drops of pre adorned the small opening at the very top of the small cage, while the cage itself looked wet, meaning he had been dripping already. Aware of it, he suddenly realized how extremely tight his member felt, trying desperately to grow now and blocked by the damned metal. The wolf's muzzle felt hotter for knowing that Garelth was aware of how desperately horny he was, even despite the unpleasant situation.

"I-I'm n..not.. I mean... You clearly need a bath before we can start doing any of that... stuff," the wolf said, looking away towards the steaming basins on the side.

"I agree," Garelth said rather simply. Eyazen looked up at him and felt relieved. He brought his paw up to his nose to rub it, washing away the tiny remnants of musk that kept the smell over his nose. He didn't expect Garelth to grab him by the scruff of his neck again, lifting him up, forcing him to stand, and dragging him towards the bed, where the warrior sat down, legs wide open, after letting the wolf go right in front of him, on his knees. Eyazen looked up at him, confused.

"You will bathe me today," the warrior stated. There it was. That authoritative tone again. Eyazen's ears flickered without him wanting, his member throbbed, straining the cage as well. He couldn't help it. Nevertheless, despite his very submissive body language, he still gave Garelth a funny look.

"I think you're too old to be getting sponge baths," Eyazen just responded, trying to hang to that small part of his mind that made him rational rather than a willing puppy that followed every single one of that incredibly hot warrior's orders. That thought alone deepened his blushing, but hardened his resolve.

"Who said anything about sponges?" Garelth's smirk returned along with his question. He moved to take off his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it away, revealing his soft-furred chest. The sight affected Eyazen, making him swallow hard. He could feel his resolve going down the drain. "You're going to give me a tongue bath."

"What?!" Eyazen actually retreated a tiny bit, though he still stood on his knees in front of the warrior sitting over the bed. Garelth now started pulling his lowered pants down, taking them and his loincloth out together through his legs and finally getting completely naked. His body was a sight to behold. The light brown fur couldn't hide the well defined muscles the hybrid had from a whole life using a sword. Though his equine side predominated over his body, traces of longer fur could be seen here and there that called to his leonine side as well, specially alongside his paws. Those very paws, in fact, were perhaps his biggest feline trait other than his mane, for instead of hooves Garelth had two large padded footpaws that very much resembled a lion's, even if they had the size proportional to a horse's. The sight and smell that filled the room following Garelth's undressing had Eyazen staggering in a deep blush for a few seconds before his rational mind took over again to protest at how absurd Garelth's request was this time. "You can't be serious..! You haven't bathed in weeks!"

Garelth gave him that look. That look of authority mixed with disappointment. It made Eyazen's downed ears flicker, pressing even harder against his head.

"You could refuse, I suppose, but then..." Still kneeling in front of Garelth and looking up at him, Eyazen only felt the warrior's footpaw over his cage when it had touched it. It came to rub at his crotch, pressing against his balls and rolling over his caged member, flickering it back and forth... Eyazen moaned in surprise. He was just so, so horny. His member was begging him to grow so hard, straining on its tiny cage, that he could actually feel discomfort over his balls as the metal pulled at them for support. He was well aware of how much he was dripping, as Garelth's sole felt wet and sticky just a second after it had touched his member. His paws did come to hold Garelth's ankle, but he didn't actually move to push it out. Eyazen had a special thing for those big paws and Garelth knew it. Garelth knew all of his weak points. Damn him.

"Then I'll just keep this little guy locked up for, say... another week? Does that sound fair?" Garelth continued, his footpaw rubbing harder, a superior smirk over his face. No, it doesn't sound fair!

Garelth lifted his other footpaw up to Eyazen's muzzle. It hung in the air right in front of it. The wolf didn't even say anything, but turned his muzzle away a little in sheer reflex as the smell hit him first. Those footpaws had stayed inside Garelth's heavy boots for days. For weeks! The other footpaw didn't stop rubbing at his cage. Eyazen wanted that key more than anything at that point. If he could only feel the freedom of growing hard, with how horny he was, he was sure he might cum right there on the spot. Three weeks without cumming...

"Lick, puppy, or no key," Garelth said, reinforcing his offer. Or threat. Eyazen looked at him with what would be a glare if his ears weren't down in a completely submissive position. The wolf wanted to respond, but he didn't trust himself to speak at that point. What could he say, anyways? His eyes shifted to the footpaw's sole in front of him. Just turning his muzzle towards it already intensified the smell by a tiny bit. Eyazen blushed deeply, steeled himself... and went forward.

The wolf's nose touched the footpaw first. He wrinkled it, the smell of musk, footpaw and of Garelth joining together in an unique, potent mix. He knew he had to do it before thinking, so Eyazen simply stuck his tongue out and let it touch that footpaw, dragging it alongside it on a very small lick. He staggered. The taste was just as strong as he imagined. Much to his own shame, he had to admit that he had licked Garelth's footpaws before. Several times, in fact. Never after about three weeks of adventuring without a hint of cleaning, though. Eyazen was barely coping with the taste, but then Garelth pressed the footpaw forward, rubbing it against the wolf's muzzle for a second before he could pull away again.

"Come on, puppy. Lick. We have a lot of me for that tongue to cover!" The warrior complained. Eyazen's eyes glanced up at him from the side of that big footpaw to see him grinning, sitting there with a hand slowly stroking his own hard erection while he watched. It deepened the wolf's embarrassment once more. The footpaw came to press against his muzzle again and this time, Eyazen obeyed. He closed his eyes shut and forced himself to take his tongue out, dragging it across that dirty sole in a larger lick this time, then retreating it back to his muzzle full of that powerful taste. He repeated the process, again and again, feeling himself falling into his helpless state of pure lust. The footpaw over his cage never stopped. Eyazen's dripping and straining was now constant.

Garelth moved his footpaw in front of Eyazen's muzzle, directing his licking. From his footpaw's heels all the way to the tip of his toes, Eyazen's tongue cleaned, with Garelth taking special pleasure in making him stick his tongue in between each toe several times, where the taste was so strong the wolf's eyes watered. Yet, even despite Eyazen feeling his muzzle burning hot in embarrassment the whole time, he was hornier than he remembered being in a long time. When Garelth felt satisfied, he simply took his footpaw away and switched them, presenting the footpaw that had been rubbing Eyazen's caged member for him to lick and immediately going back to teasing with the now clean one. Despite the low whimper, Eyazen dutifully started his work all over again on the new footpaw, except this time he could clearly taste his own pre, in copious amounts, covering pretty much all of the musky footpaw's sole.

Garelth had the wolf clean that one more thoroughly, letting him take longer in it, catching every single bit of dirt and musk into his tongue. When he finally pulled that away, Eyazen felt dizzy. The taste of footpaw lingered inside his muzzle. His paws went to his cage, claws pressing against it desperate to take it out, but he knew there was nothing he could do without the key. He looked up at Garelth. The warrior's cock was right there, throbbing in his own rock hard erection with a drop of pre at its tip and another slowly running down the big length. How Eyazen envied the freedom. He could almost feel how the air and breeze would be against his own rock hard member if it could grow.

"Good puppy," Garelth said, leaning forward to reach for Eyazen's scruff behind his neck again. He dragged the wolf forward between his open legs and, once again, much to Eyazen's embarrassment, deposited his muzzle right between his legs. The same scent of pure musk that Eyazen had felt before hit him again. It was different from the musk of Garelth's footpaws. It was a type of musk that was completely and purely Garelth, not a mix of dirt, musk and boot leather. "You're doing my balls next. Don't miss any spots. I want them shining with wolf spit."

Eyazen looked up at him, wet and pleading. By all the gods, he was so horny. His balls were hurtful now from how hard the ring around them strained. It was almost as if someone was taking hold of his cage and pulling it hard. His sensitive ears could actually hear the drops of leaking pre hitting the wooden floor beneath him now that he was pretty much on all fours in front of the sitting warrior. A constant flow of it coming to show how desperately horny he was.

"P-please. Please, just open the cage and I'll do it. Please, I need it," Eyazen's voice was weak on his plea. He knew he shouldn't be doing it, but he couldn't help it. He needed it so bad! His eyes dared to look up again to see Garelth still smirking. He didn't respond for a second or two, leaving Eyazen agonizing with expectation. The warrior then reached out behind him on the bed and brought up the small metal key Eyazen wanted so badly for him to see. Just the sight of it filled the wolf with hope, making his eyes widen a little.

"You'll get this key when I decide you deserve it. I like my puppy horny and needy. Now, get to it." The authoritative tone was there again. Eyazen's hope that he would get the relief he craved crumbled into a low, submissive whimper. Perhaps a stronger willed wolf would fight for the key. Perhaps a wolf like that would summon his powerful magic and take control of things. None of these thoughts came even close of crossing Eyazen's mind, however. Garelth's domination was absolute. All the wolf did was look down at those big, musky, leathery balls, prepare himself, and then dig his nose into them.

As Eyazen expected, the taste was harder to bear than that of Garelth's footpaws. He had to fight against his reflexes to keep his tongue lapping at those big balls, taste and smell coming together to drown the wolf in a world of musk. It was hard at first. Almost three weeks and a half without cleaning was a stretch to the wolf's limits, but he pressed on. It got somewhat easier when Garelth's footpaw came back between his legs to rub and fondle his caged member again even in this new position, bringing out a new small whimper from Eyazen. The wolf licked and licked. His warm canine tongue went by the base of Garelth's balls, its sides, taking in the space between them and his thighs, and then up to where Garelth's rock hard member stood proud, licking at its base. There, he could taste the warm, salty pre that had dripped down and, in fact, kept dripping as well, sometimes hitting the bridge of his muzzle, sometimes the top of his head as he kept on licking. Garelth just sighed in pleasure above, leaning back a little to enjoy the tongue going over his balls.

After Eyazen's tongue had gone over those balls several times, Garelth's hand came to his scruff once more, but this time he was gentler. All he did was direct Eyazen's muzzle up to his cock, pressing his nose against it. The wolf took the hint, even if he blushed, feeling dirty for it. He dragged his tongue over Garelth's cock this time, the taste of pre stronger over it. From the big member's base all the way to its tip, Eyazen licked, making Garelth groan above with pleasure above him. While he tended to the warrior's cock, all Eyazen could think about was what a tongue like this would feel against his own member. How the freedom of being hard would feel. It spurred him to lick faster, to drag his tongue alongside every inch of that big cock, despite the taste, despite anything else.

It went on for quite a while. Garelth's hand was kept over his scruff in a tight grip. The warrior's groans became more frequent, as did the amount of pre dripping from his cock. His footpaw teasing Eyazen slowed down, much for the wolf's disappointment, but at least it meant it was working. The wolf could see the big member throbbing and he could tell Garelth was getting closer, even if he hadn't even wrapped his muzzle around his cock yet. Suddenly, however, Garelth pulled his muzzle away.

"I've been waiting too long for this to blow it on your muzzle, puppy," Garelth explained, standing up with his very hard member bouncing in front of him. Eyazen went back to his knees, observing. One of his paws went down to his cage, feeling it completely soaked in his pre. He clutched it tight, wanting it out, and that's why he watched Garelth with his ears down, nervous with expectations.

The wolf watched Garelth go and grab his own shirt from the floor, discarded when the warrior had ordered him to strip, and bring it back to him. Without saying anything, Garelth directed each of Eyazen's arms behind his back, holding his wrists together, where the blushing wolf dutifully kept them. He then wrapped the shirt around them, using the sleeves to make a surprisingly tight knot to keep Eyazen's hands bound behind his back. He pulled the wolf up by his scruff, almost lifting him by it to help him stand up.

"I don't trust a horny puppy like you to keep those naughty hands off your prick when I release it," Garelth explained, reaching for the key. This was it. Eyazen's heart skipped a beat when he saw it approaching his cage. The wolf held his breath when the key entered the lock. He heard that 'click' he desired so much and just like that, the cage opened. Garelth slid the ring out of his balls and, for the first time in over three weeks, Eyazen could see his white sheath, clean and free. It took but a few small seconds for his pink member to come out, growing straight to full hardness. The proud, hard canine member, free after all. Eyazen groaned in pleasure. He felt his knot already swelling as well, extremely thankful just to be free to get hard like that. His constant stream of occasional dripping didn't stop, either, but the drops now free to run down along his length and reach his sheath. It felt just so good.

Eyazen indeed wanted badly to just reach for his cock and stroke it wildly until he reached the relief he was longing for. So much that he actually tested the bonds against his hands in a faint hope they would give in, but they certainly didn't. Not that Garelth would allow him anyway, but he did want to. His mind was already looking for alternatives. Maybe if he could hump...

"Up to the bed, puppy," Garelth ordered, pointing at it and breaking Eyazen's fantasies about cumming. Eyazen's ears flickered back, but he scrambled clumsily to obey, having a little more trouble than usual to get up on the bed without being able to use his hands. Garelth just stood there, watching with a smirk, until the wolf finally stood there, kneeling on the bed, ears going down looking at the warrior. "By all the gods, I just love seeing you like this," Garelth commented, making that warmness return to Eyazen's muzzle.

"Are you going to... you know... fuck? You know you're kinda big. You have to go slow," Eyazen said, eyes down at Garelth's still rock hard, lengthy shaft. He could swear it throbbed for his words.

"You don't get to tell me what I have to do, puppy," was Garelth's simple response. The horse and lion hybrid stepped closer and, with one simple shove against Eyazen's shoulder, pushed him down. Since the wolf couldn't use his hands for support, his muzzle ended up getting pressed against the bed, but his ass stayed up since he was still on his knees. That was obviously what Garelth wanted considering one of his paws came to grope the wolf's rump, while the other took hold of his tail to lift it up.

"I was wrong. I love to see you like this," the warrior said, managing to make Eyazen's muzzle even hotter and redder. The wolf adjusted himself as best as he could, but he stayed in that position, no matter how incredibly exposed he was feeling with his ass up in the air and tail lifted. The wolf's cock stood there as well, hanging beneath him, hard and throbbing. Even Eyazen's knot was fully formed. He could feel himself dripping again, messing up the bed sheets, but that was the very least of his worries at that moment.

Garelth took his sweet time exploring Eyazen's rump with his hand. Then his finger moved to prod at the wolf's tailhole, much to his frustration. It would poke right at his entrance, threatening to go in, then just poke again. Eyazen was dreading getting fucked by the warrior. He'd been fucked several times before, but with someone as big as Garelth, it was never an easy job. Sometimes he even went as far as denying getting fucked, considering how intense it was, and even more rarely Galreth actually complied with his denial. Now, however, pent up as Eyazen was, there was no denying anything. He knew full well how tough it would be, but if it was going to result in him getting to finally cum, he would do it. He would do anything.

Garelth's cock came next. The big warrior repositioned himself on his knees behind the wolf, then started to rub his hard length against Eyazen's rump. Garelth's arousal hadn't wavered at all, showing how much he was enjoying the whole thing as well. Eyazen could feel his fur getting wet from his companion's pre. At first, it was just rubbing, but then Garelth started focusing on the wolf's tailhole. He rubbed his tip right against it, pressing lightly, teasing it...

Eyazen could feel his breath coming faster in anticipation. His cock was dripping with arousal, his mind filled with a mix of lust and dread. He knew Garelth was doing that on purpose just to mess with him. He knew, yet he couldn't help it. It kept going to a point where Eyazen was actually pushing himself back against Garelth's member, barely noticing he was doing it. The wolf's hands twitched in its bounds every now and then, so eager to just reach down towards his member. It was so close, and yet it was so far.

The pushing back might have been what Garelth was waiting for. Eyazen felt that tip prodding at his tailhole pressing harder, finally putting up some pressure. The wolf braced himself, ears going down, muzzle turning red, and then it happened. The first penetration was always the hardest, Eyazen knew, and then his blush got yet a little stronger when he thought about how he knew that. The wolf's paws curled into fists, his eyes closing shut as he endured the initial pain. Garelth kept going, little by little, deeper and deeper. Eyazen almost called for him to slow down. He always found himself almost calling it, but he couldn't remember a single time he did. The warrior's big length was digging into him a little faster than he would have liked, making the wolf grunt several times, but none of that disrupted the constant throbbing and dripping his own aroused member was letting out.

Eyazen felt Garelth's hands gripping his hips. He already knew what that meant too and, true enough, Garelth started pulling out. He felt the equine-shaped cock spreading his walls withdraw up to the point where it was almost outside, and then start pushing in again. The second time was just a tad easier than the first, but not by much. It didn't help that his spit was the only lubrication Garelth was using this time. He usually did that only when they engaged in these activities out in the field, which was rare and offered no other resort, but this time there was a bar of soap right there by the bath. Doing that made the fucking slower and rougher for him. But maybe that was the warrior's intention? It sure seemed like it when Garelth gave a sharper push over his cock, pulling Eyazen out of any thoughts to draw a surprised groan from him. Garelth chuckled at that.

"B-be careful! You know you're too big for me!" Eyazen complained, even with his ears flat and red muzzle.

"Since when do I take orders from my puppy? Did you forget who's the master and who's the pet in here?" Garelth's tone asking the questions somehow made Eyazen feel a little guilty for saying that. As if to prove a point, Garelth went a little faster than usual, sinking his big length a little deeper into the wolf to bring yet another groan of discomfort. Eyazen knew that wasn't even the whole of Garelth's cock, but he hardly ever took the whole thing.

Garelth knew very well how calling him a 'pet' made him blush harder. It was kind of true, but Eyazen often preferred to keep some of his dignity and not say it loud like that. Garelth started pulling out again, this time faster, and went back to thrusting faster too, this time. Eyazen groaned, but there was nothing he could do. He could feel the member throbbing inside him, giving away how eager Garelth was to get the fucking going. The big equine quickly worked up a rhythm, slow at first, but getting faster by the second. The movements were also felt instantly over Eyazen's own length. The pressure in his tailhole making his incredibly pent up member twitch as well, bringing his mind back to it. What he wouldn't give to stroke it right there and then. He'd probably blow his load in a matter of minutes. Seconds, even.

All the wolf could do was squirm and groan underneath the big warrior fucking him. Garelth's regard for him diminished as it went on, that big member sinking deeper little by little, spreading Eyazen's tailhole wide and using the tight, constricting passage as the means for his pleasure. The grip over the wolf's hips tightened, holding on to the fur. The quiet room was loud with the sounds of sex now, between Garelth's grunts of effort, the wet slapping sounds of that big cock thrusting into the wolf, and then Eyazen's groaning for the intensity of feelings that brought to him.

The wolf actually felt himself quite stimulated. Too much, almost. His cock was dripping in a much increased rate, he could feel it. Pleasure coursed over his member, pushing him deeper and deeper into the final pleasure of climax he wanted so badly, but not nearly as fast as he wished it would. It was frustrating, to say the least. Again, his hands squirmed behind his back, wanting desperately to reach it, but he couldn't. Damned shirt!

Garelth, on the other hand, apparently noticed that. Eyazen heard a small chuckle coming amidst the warrior's panting and felt the fucking slowing down to a small motion. It was then that he felt Garelth's hand reaching around him to touch his cock. The moment his rock hard, pink, knotted canine member received the first touch, it throbbed into a spurt of pre. For Eyazen, just the touch felt almost like an orgasm itself. He could only imagine what an actual release would feel like. The wolf moaned loud, mostly from surprise, making Garelth chuckle again and Eyazen blush for what he did. Still, he couldn't help it. His hips moved at once, trying hard to hump into that single touching tip of a claw, even if it made him move around the cock penetrating him, too, feeling uncomfortable.

"I see my puppy is very, very eager today," Garelth commented, only to make Eyazen's muzzle feel hotter. It didn't matter, though. He needed that too badly. Garelth's claw moved, trailing over Eyazen's cock slowly, starting from the tip. Again, it made the pent up member pulse with life, desperate for the stimulation it provided, no matter how small. And it was too small! Eyazen tried to squirm, to feel more, but there was very little he could do in that position.

"Oh, please. Please please," Eyazen groaned, tone overflowing with submission. It brought more laughter from Garelth, whose paw went down to give Eyazen's knot a small squeeze. The wolf gasped. Another small burst of pre followed, making the canine let out a loud groan for how good it felt. He felt himself close, so close! If he could jerk off, it would be a matter of a few small seconds until he achieved his great relief. No more touching came, however. Those hands went back to his hips to get a handle over his fur so that the fucking could resume, faster than before. He could swear he felt that cock inside him getting even harder, if that was possible.

Eyazen wanted to plead for more touching. He'd do absolutely anything for it at that point. However, he knew it was useless. Garelth would just laugh at him again for doing it, which in turn deepened his embarrassment. All he could do was take the fucking, feeling himself drawing ever closer to that heavenly point, but without any help to actually get there.

Thinking about anything got harder and harder for the wolf. As Garelth himself drew closer to his own release, the fucking got hard and relentless, transforming the wolf into a puddle of moaning, groaning and grunting. Every thrust of that large member inside him brought a whole array of sensations that went through Eyazen's body like fire, again and again. It hurted a little, but there was also just so much pleasure. Pleasure everywhere, making him more and more desperate to reach his own release. If it kept going like that, he was pretty sure he could reach a hands-free one this time. He knew Garelth well enough, though. He knew that the warrior's lack of words and rough treatment meant it wouldn't take long now.

Eyazen gasped. Garelth's paw suddenly came to his cock again, enveloping it entirely, knot and everything, in a single movement that came very close to make Eyazen burst right there and then. The paw didn't move, however. It was just a grip. A tight grip. Garelth's fucking didn't stop, it didn't even slow down. His big companion groaned, letting out what was closer to a roar, probably coming from his leonine side. Eyazen felt that big cock sinking deep into him, too deep to be comfortable, and then clearly felt it pulse as Garelth's orgasm hit him. Warmness spread itself inside the wolf as powerful jets of cum filled him. That feeling always made Eyazen's blush peak, no matter the state he was in, for it was then that he truly felt like a pet. A bottom.

Nevertheless, the meaning of the act and the intensity of having a cock as big as Garelth pulsing deep inside him almost triggered Eyazen's own orgasm. He could feel it coming up, he could feel that he was right there, on the edge, and actually let a small smile come from his muzzle as he too moaned loudly. Garelth's hand squeezed, though. The grip tightened around his cock, feeling pleasurable at first, but then it went to uncomfortable and slightly hurtful. It made Eyazen's moan turn into a whimper, his member and knot squeezed down to halt and hold back his pleasure from peaking with the tingle of pain. Eyazen still felt very close. So close that he tried to hump for a moment, but then the grip got even tighter and he froze out of instinct alone, teeth gritting as he felt the pressure over his member.

Garelth's cumming started fading. The last of the warrior's big pleasure coming alongside a heavy sigh of pleasure from him behind the wolf, while Eyazen still stood there, over three weeks of pent up cum so close to coming, but not quite yet. Garelth's grip lightened up over his cock slowly, feeling the throbbing, until finally it let go completely. A whimper came from Eyazen then, but not from pain this time. The wolf gave the air light humps, wanting that paw back. Needing it! But all it did was go back to his hip, so that Garelth could pull out with another grunt coming from both of them. The movement itself made the wolf's knotted cock move with life again, even if he could feel cum slowly dripping out of his tailhole once it was free and empty, down through the back of his leg and over the back of his balls. Garelth stood up by his side. Eyazen's eyes went over to him immediately with urgency, pleading.

"Stay. Don't you dare move, puppy," Garelth said, and it didn't even occur to Eyazen to disobey at that point, no matter how much he wanted to just hump the bed's sheets until he reached the relief he needed. He didn't look back, either, just heard Garelth's heavy steps over the wooden floor going away, then coming back. Without warning, the warrior's big paws came to his muzzle, lifting it so he could fit something underneath and around it, then close it around his snout.

It was cloth, Eyazen thought at first, confused, being wrapped around his muzzle, but a single sniff revealed, much to the wolf's surprise and repulse, that it was actually Garelth's loincloth that the leonine stallion was now pulling tight around his muzzle and finding good ends to tie up. Eyazen's eyes went up to him again, wide and a little wet for the sheer power of the smell of weeks of musk right up against his very sensitive nose. He shook his head a little in a complaint, but he did not dare to move, especially when his eyes met Garelth's serious expression towards him.

"Whhmft ahrrr yuumfh ddmmgh?!" Eyazen asked, finding it hard to speak without being able to even open his muzzle. Garelth was finishing up, making a tight knot just by his muzzle's side that tightened the cloth so much around it that it felt constricting. The smell of Garelth's musk was constant and assaulting, almost as overwhelming as taking it directly from his balls, and yet much to Eyazen's shame, it made his cock twitch even harder. More pre came, he knew, and again his hands tested the shirt binding them out of pure need.

"Shhh. I know you're a complainer, puppy, so I'm going to keep you quiet," Garelth said, simply. He then went back to the bed, going around the wolf who still held his ass up, cock hard underneath, and pulled him to his side. Garelth's big arms came to envelop Eyazen's chest, pulling the wolf sideways alongside him as if he was just hugging a big stuffed animal. With his hands tied behind his back, there was nothing Eyazen could do but let Garelth do as he pleased. All he was interested in was cumming anyways, so he just watched confused.

Garelth took some time to adjust himself properly and ended up lying comfortably behind Eyazen. One of his legs went over the wolf's, keeping them down, while one of his powerful arms still held the wolf's front tightly, pressing his back against his own powerful chest and abs. The wolf's cock, however, was still hanging there, hard and exposed sideways now, with no touch to bring Eyazen over the sensible edge he was still trapped in. Once Garelth was properly adjusted in this new, strange position, that hand going over his chest went down. Slowly it did, through Eyazen's stomach, waist, and only then it reached his cock. Again, nothing but a claw touched it, trailing over it playfully and making the wolf groan through his makeshift, musky gag in sheer pleasure. The canine member reacting immediately, pulsing. Garelth kept the tease going for several seconds, until Eyazen's humping towards it was too desperate, giving away how close he was for that alone, and then it stopped.

"Remember what I said earlier?" Garelth started, his paw resting over Eyazen's waist, right over his cock, but not touching it anymore. Eyazen tried to move away, to actually reach the bed to hump it now with how desperate he was, but Garelth had a good grip on pretty much his whole bound body. "I like my puppy horny and needy, so..."

Eyazen's eyes went wide.

"WHMMFGH?! Bhmfg ummfgh nnnhmmfd uhmftt!!" His tried his best to speak through the musky muzzle he was put in, that smell, constant and strong, driving him as crazy with lust as that teasing claw. The wolf realized what Garelth meant, but he couldn't believe it. Certainly Garelth wouldn't...

"You did such a good job tonight with your eagerness that I decided I'm saving some of that for our fun tomorrow morning. You already waited two or three weeks for this, surely you can wait another day, right?"

Eyazen shook his head and whimpered through his muzzle. Garelth wasn't going to let him cum. But he needed it so badly! The wolf actually struggled against the warrior, desperately wanting to reach for that rock hard, throbbing erection jutting out in front of him. He looked down at it and he could see it. He could imagine how the touches would feel in his mind, how cumming would feel. It made yet another drop of pre come to his tip to fall down over the bed, but those thoughts did nothing more than keeping him horny and desperate.

"If you keep acting like a bad puppy I'm going to put you back in your cage tomorrow instead, then you can try again after our next job," Garelth said in response, still holding the wolf in his arms. His tone was serious and threatening, stopping Eyazen's struggling. Another frustrated whimper came, the wolf's ears going flat over his head. He knew Garelth would stand by his threat, especially if angered. Eyazen couldn't do anything but stop, eyes still looking at his hard, horny member hanging there and overflowing with frustration. A small lick came to the back of his head.

"Don't worry. Tomorrow you'll have a chance of getting what you want. Then we'll see," Garelth said, tenderly this time. His arms enclosed Eyazen a little more, the big warrior scooting closer and pressing his now soft and relieved cock right up against the wolf's rump in the process. Garelth's hand went down to his member again. His paw gripped it, giving it a few squeezes, then a teasing claw went down to poke at his knot, massaging its sensitive underside. Each and every touch made the canine's member hornier and hornier. Eyazen couldn't help but let out a few short moans for that, confused. A tingle of hope came to him that Garelth had changed his mind. That he would let him cum now, after all. It was a matter of seconds before the wolf was lightly humping against that toying paw, hoping for just a little more stimulation.

Eyazen panted through the musky loincloth, taking in the smell. He felt close. So close again! He could almost feel it coming, another squeeze to his knot came... and then the paw moved away. It went back to toying with his lower stomach instead of touching his sensitive member, so very close, but providing no stimulation. Low whimpers of frustration came as Eyazen's edge of climax slowly wavered down, making Garelth chuckle.

"You're so cute like that puppy. I never get tired of it," he said, and a few seconds later, that claw came back. It teased his member just right, lightly and randomly, only enough to keep the wolf right there at that edge... and then it would move away again.

That went on and on. Eyazen tried complaining and pleading through his muzzle, but all he got was another scolding and threat. The wolf tried humping harder, but Garelth was careful. He tried hiding how close he was to cumming so that maybe Garelth would make a mistake and tease him too much, but he couldn't help his member from pulsing and dripping to give it away. The major pleasure the pent up wolf needed so badly was right there, right where he could see it. He could almost feel it, and yet it didn't come.

That went on for about another hour, making the wolf more and more frustrated. Each time it took less time for him to reach the absolute edge. It came to a point where the claw spent way more time away from his cock than actually touching it, since the wolf's edge was so close that it was almost constant. Finally, Eyazen heard Garelth's light snoring over his head. That claw stood there, right over his stomach, close to his cock but no longer moving towards the throbbing erection.

Eyazen just let out another small whimper. The smell was overwhelming, the position kind of uncomfortable, but he knew it would be a good while before he actually went soft again. He also knew how much his balls would tingle after having sex and getting so close to cumming, only to get denied yet again. The wolf blushed, already knowing Garelth was right. He would be a 'willing puppy' in the morning to get what he wanted, but he just needed it. Another hour went by before Eyazen finally drifted into sleep. The worst part was that he too couldn't wait until the morning.