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This story is on the same estate as A Sentry's Place.

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Tikha crept across the moonlit expanse of lawn, moving quickly between pools of shadow, pausing, then slipping to another. Her skin tingled as she hugged the cloak tight around her, and little shivers of excitement rippled up and down her fur as she kept her eyes on her goal - the kennels. Her kinked tail lashed behind her. Her ears and whiskers trembled with the mischief of it all.

Part of her growled that she shouldn't even be out here after the fiasco with Khama, the burly leonine groundskeeper, and she agreed. It had only been her status as Master Piotr's favorite concubine that let her escape without a beating and Khama without being cast out. She had paid a hard price all the same; Master Piotr hadn't called her to his chambers for weeks, and the other concubines, who remembered well the whip lashing -their- fur for far less, still hadn't let her forget it. Silken, a lovely Collie and the next in Piotr's favor, had been particularly nasty, to the point that Tikha had started taking her meals in her chambers rather than face her smug canine grin. She would deal with Silken later, show her the folly of taunting a feline. Now, however, she had to concentrate on why she was here, creeping about after the household was asleep.

She still had to suppress a purr when she thought of Khama, his body hunched over her, his teeth gripping her neckfur, his steely arms pinning her to wall of the garden shed. His liquid growl had been so loud in her ears as he buried himself in her, the barbs on his sex scraping her in exquisite agony. More than once since then her own cries had roused her from dreams of him, her body still clenching around a dream-lion's cock. It was that feeling, that soul-deep craving that made her ignore that warning inner voice and pursue another clandestine encounter.

A shadow moved along the edge of the house, and she froze, her slitted pupils widening to gather the dim light, and she relaxed slightly as she saw Taka, the Panther sentry, making his rounds of the Master's estate. She watched him, her tail curling as she entertained vague thoughts of another scenario, letting Taka catch her and playing scared kitten, begging him to let her go, she'd do -anything-...with a sigh she dismissed it. No, Taka was too young, too duty-bound and thus unlikely to succumb to even -her- feline temptations. Maybe in a few years, but for now...she refocused on the Kennels, where her sensitive ears could hear the occasional "woof" from the Master's hounds, more specifically the small cottage beside it. Quickly now, before the hounds scented her.

She sprinted across the lawn, expecting at any second to hear a shout from the house, but none came as she reached the unlocked door and slipped inside. She pulled back the hood of her cloak, her pupils widening still further to take in the darkened room.

"You're late."

She jumped at the growling voice, ears swiveling and tail fluffing as she tried to pinpoint the location of the admonishment. "I...had some trouble sneaking out."

His laugh was gruff, contemptuous. "Still paying for your romp with Khama, aren't you, kitten?" She heard it then, soft, padding footsteps, the slight scrape of claws on the wooden floor.

The paw caught her under the chin and shoved her against the wall. His breath smelled of blood; he'd eaten not long ago, and she saw the gleam of lupine fangs in the dim light of the room. She struggled against him, but he pressed his hard body to her with another chuffing laugh. His pelt smelled spicy and wild, his leg thrust between her thighs with ease. He nipped at her throat, gently, but enough to startle a panicked mew from her. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it worth your while." He gave another snarl to bring up the lights, and she shut her eyes with a hiss as the lights blinded her briefly. She sank to her knees when he released her, and as she narrowed her slitted pupils she saw him for the first time.

He was tall and lean, as his wild ancestry built him, but his golden eyes glowed with a canny intelligence that no animal possessed. His dark headfur was clipped functionally short but was beginning to grow out. Muscles rippled under his powerful chest and bulged in his arms and legs, all four limbs tipped with black, gleaming claws. His pelt was mottled black, brown and grey, stippled with silver that shone hypnotically when the light caught it. A leather breechcloth was his only garb, a sharp contrast to his daily uniform. Dak'arr, wolfen Master of Piotr's hunting hounds.

"The Pinkskin Prince still hates you, you know," He growled down at her stretching out a taloned paw to stroke behind her ears. Despite her fear, she arched into the petting hand, squeezing her eyes shut in shame at her reflexive response to any stimulating touch. He laughed low in his throat and scratched under her chin; her purr rumbled up guiltily to vibrate against his clawed finger. "Perhaps I should give you to him, tell him I caught you trying to run away."

Her eyes flew open at his threat, a flutter of panic fluffing her tail and shooting her claws to grip the hardwood floor. Master Piotr's son... his hands on her, rape her first, to teach her a lesson, then likely kill her for what she'd done to him. The thought of his smooth, furless hands grabbing at her made her blurt. "No...! Please, I'll do--"

"--Anything, yes, I'm sure you will." He finished for her, then grinned and resumed his stroking. "Your claw marks still decorate his cheek, don't they? Don't worry, kitten, I'll not see one of us the target of the Brat's malice." Relief flooded her, and she arched her neck into his touch again, the warmth of her hunger insinuating itself with warm fingers, making her tingle. "Perhaps I should tell Khama you came to see me instead, hm?"

She froze, but only for a moment. The thought of a jealous Khama, pulling her into the garden shed to claim her again and again...wetness tickled at her thighs and the musky-sweet scent of her arousal drifted up to his sensitive nose. As she watched, Dak'arr's moist nostrils quivered, and he chuckled as he stepped even closer. "I thought that would make you sing a different tune." He pushed aside his breechcloth, exposing his bulging sheath, the tip of his tapered cock already peeking out redly. "Let's feel that tongue, and we'll see what I tell Khama."

She nuzzled into his furred sheath and heavy balls, purring all the while, and her pink feline tongue rasped out to groom the sensitive skin and coax, bit by bit, more of his cock into view. His paw curled around the back of her skull, holding her firmly to her task, but he gave a long, drawn-out, "Hrrrrrrgh," as she groomed her way up the sheath to tickle her whiskers against his cock. She reached up to stroke the length of him with her soft paw as her tongue eagerly rasped against his sheath. He smelled of sweat, arousal and something musky and indescribably wild; her body responded to it with a delightful shiver all the way down her spine. Master Piotr and his furless body excited her, to be sure, but this...this was something visceral, powerful, and it shook her to the core as she continued to service the powerful Wolf, delighting in each lust-gruffened growl. She smiled against his balls as she licked; she would show him why she was the Master's favorite, make -him- come to -her- next time.

She felt a swelling beneath her eager tongue as his hips humped rhythmically towards her, and she slitted her eyes open to see the growing bulge of his knot at the base of his now-exposed cock. She whimpered at the sight of it even as he reached down to cup it. "You like that, kitten?" She sighed a breathless, "Yes..." at him as he rubbed his thick, spongy flesh up and down her face, slicking her dark muzzle with his precum. "Oh yes." She licked her lips, tasting his salty arousal as she stared up at his lascivious grin.

"Good." He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her around, moving to crouch behind her, panting as one arm encircled her waist, holding her to his suddenly poking flesh. His hips humped forward with ardent thrusts, his teeth nipping at the nape of her neck as his other hand pointed his cock towards her pussy. Despite the roughness of his touch, she ground her hips back towards him, whimpering with desperate need. "Please...!"

The first thrust made her yowl - she always did when she was penetrated, but rather than the pleased mewing sighs that her Master heard, her cries became growling, clenched-teeth moans as she was claimed by the powerful male. He grunted behind her, thrusting frantically at her as his cock started to leak in little spurts, wetting them both. "Yeah...sweet little cunt...ohyeah, rrrngh yeah, take it." She met his thrusts with her own writhing hips, crying out in wordless moans, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, humiliated by her shameless response even as she reveled in the primal coupling that no human could ever give her. She could picture with perfect clarity the scene if her Master or the Prince burst in on this obscene tableau. Held against the fiercely thrusting wolf, grinding back against his slick, jabbing cock, one of his clawed hands kneading and squeezing at her breasts as his gleaming fangs nipped at her ear...she felt a fresh rush of arousal as she realized that at this moment she didn't care what would happen to her, only that she was so deliciously filled, would be filled even further soon...

"Oh yeah...get ready, ngh, yeah, fuck, here it comes..." He stopped his thrusting, his arms gripped her tighter and he ground his hips up in a slow, inexorable push. Tikha felt it, the insistent pressure of his swollen knot nudging at her, and she squirmed back, trying to relax her need-slickened entrance to accommodate it. Her fingers clenched on her thighs, her claws prickling her skin, the pain an accent to the growing demands of his urgent flesh. "Yeah, fuck it back, oh yeah....YES!"

Her cries mingled with his growling, triumphant grunt as his knot rammed home inside her, rocketing an orgasm through her already crackling nerves. He gave a wild laugh and jabbed a finger down to flick his claw against her clit as she shuddered and jerked, cajoling another, then another explosion of pleasure through her body. "That's it, come on it, cunt....fuck it, fuck that body back at me, ohgod YEAH!" His claws raked up her belly, scoring four shallow lines across it as his cock swelled and pulsed hard, shooting his seed deep into her; he howled his release, the first of many to come.

Tikha lost herself in a fog of ecstasy as contraction after contraction wracked her body. She writhed her hips in a sensuous circle, almost coming again when she felt herself trapped, held snugly around him by that swollen knot of flesh. Dak'arr rose up to his knees, filling his hands with her breasts as she sagged back against him. This was what she craved, why she ventured out so often to court the danger of the Master's lash. In the Master's chambers, the sex was gentle, considerate, whispered and sighed as he took his pleasure of her body and gave her pleasure in return. Out here, the sex was painful and urgent, clutching and wild, driven by more than simple pleasure, and she was reminded of it yet again as, with another deep grunt and a painful clench of his hands, the Wolf shot into her again. Her body hummed with the pleasure, already flying too high to climax again. Yes, this was what she craved, and another tear of shame dampened her cheek as she wished with all her heart that she could escape to a place where this was all there was.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, kitten?" Dak'arr's voice was lazy and sated in her ear as he rubbed his thumbs across her hard nipples. She relaxed her head back against his shoulder, her purr the only thing she could coax forth at the moment as she shivered with gentle aftershocks. "I knew you wanted it when I saw you at the kennels with the Master." He gave a short, nudging thrust, startling a mew from her as the knot twitched inside her. "Why else would a cat come to the dogs, eh?" His thick tongue lolled mockingly, then flicked out to lick the salty tears from her cheek, slow and deliberate as she winced away from his lecherous touch. "Maybe next time I take you in, let you be their bitch for a while?" He laughed as she shivered at the brazen surety that there would even be a next time, then worried gently at the nape of her neck, grunting again as another smaller release pumped into her. "Fuck that pretty mouth while one of my hounds takes you from behind, you'd like that, eh?" His finger jabbed at her clit, then rubbed in teasing circles as she surrendered to the throes of another orgasm, brought on by the image his lewd words had painted in her mind.

Her body was still twitching when the door burst open, a large and imposing shadow looming in the doorway. Tikha tensed, then, thinking only that she must escape, tried to leap up and run, only to scream as she found herself trapped on the Wolf's turgid cock, her midnight romp now a prison of flesh. Dak'arr barked out a painful yelp and yanked her back down onto him, his claws pricking into her arm and waist as she struggled against him. "Hold STILL!" He growled, and his teeth clamped warningly on the back of her neck. She stilled instantly; she'd seen those jaws snap an elk's femur, and her neck was much, much more fragile. Impaled as she was, she turned her face away from the intruder, waiting for the lash, for the stinging spray of the hose...but she only heard the puff of Dak'arr's laughter in her ear as the door shut quietly.

She chanced a look at the shadow as it loomed, and she gasped and shrank back against the Wolf's chest at the sight of Khama, his golden eyes shining with anger, every fang bared and glistening as his liquid growl echoed in the room. He, too, was dressed only in a breechcloth, and hard muscles bunched and slid under his golden pelt. She remembered how her fingers had tangled in his silky dark mane before he'd shoved her into the wall, and cringed from the rage that glowed in his eyes.

"Thought you could toy with us like you toy with the Master's harem, did you?" Khama snarled as Dak'arr pulled her arms behind her back. His laugh had no humor to it, nor did his sneer of contempt. "Domestics. They never learn, do they, Dak'arr?" His paw flashed out of nowhere, striking her savagely across the face even as another spurt of the Wolf's seed pulsed into her.

She screamed out as stars exploded behind her eyes and she struggled against the clamp of Dak'arr's paws and the relentless tug of his distended knot lodged firmly inside her. "No! No please, don't--!" Her tail fluffed as fear niggled its cold fingers down her spine; her claws extended and retracted, gripping invisible earth as her desire to flee flexed her limbs and bunched her muscles.

Dak'arr laughed behind her and gripped the nape of her neck, holding her still as Khama stripped off his breechcloth. The Lion's sex curved out from his body, thick and angry red, the barbs already glistening with precum as he slicked it up and down her face. "Little slut, you know you'll come back to us. You can't resist it. Who could, when all they ever feel is the smooth pink hands of the Master day in and day out? Now open that mouth and take it."

Khama's cock choked back the sob of disgrace as he thrust into her mouth, and even as she gagged at the girth of him, her tongue rasped forth to stroke the invading flesh, teasing the barbs and the weeping head. Tears of pain and shame mingled with the fluids that slowly matted the fur on her cheeks. She felt the Wolf's cock throb within her, heard the Lion growl and grunt above her...she continued to suck and lick, her tongue still greedy and eager even in the midst of her degradation. She relaxed her throat as Khama pushed deeper, and knew even as the pair of them defiled her that he was right. As pleasurable as the Master was, there were times when his soft touch repulsed her, and she longed for the vicious claws of the wild to remind her that gentle could still be arousing. Next time, however, she wouldn't make the mistake of thinking the wilder servants as tame as little Mirrah. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, whimpering as the barbs on Khama's sex abraded her tender throat, and yelped around his cock as Dak'arr shot a last volley of seed into her before pulling his knot out with a wet, sucking pop.

She felt his semen coat her thighs as it oozed from her, her cunt grasping desperately for the flesh that had so recently filled it, and Khama grunted as he held himself deep in her throat. Dak'arr sidled around to the Khama, and Tikha's eyes widened as he nuzzled up under the Lion's chin, ears laid back submissively. Khama ran his hand down the Wolf's back and patted his rump with another grunt. "Clean her up, dog. I think she's learned her lesson, and I'm not going to stick my cock in something you've already used." He smiled down at her as he slid from her mouth. "Piotr isn't the only Master on the estate, kitten." He nudged at her shoulder with a knuckle. "On your back."

Khama bound her hands above her with a belt and secured them to the leg of one of the chairs in the room. He stood over her, stroking his cock lazily as she felt Dak'arr panting between her legs. "Get her ready."

"Yes, sir." The Wolf's muzzle pushed her thighs farther apart, and Tikha gasped as his thick tongue stabbed at her cunt with enthusiastic licks. His paws slid under her to cup her buttocks and he cleaned her thoroughly, his tongue snaking up into her with slippery thrusts while Khama looked on. Tikha laid her ears back and squeezed her eyes shut at the Lion's smug, knowing gaze even as she bucked her hips into Dak'arr's questing tongue. She knew that look far too well...she'd worn that look when she attained her position as Queen of the Master's harem, and she felt a humiliating rush of new wetness at the reversal of the situation.

"Enough," Dak'arr moved back obediently and Khama crouched over her, pushing his cock down to tease her abraded pussy, making sure to scrape his barbs against her. "You understand now, don't you?" he taunted, poised to drive himself into her. She nodded, still not meeting his gaze, but her abused body singing once again with need. "Yes..." her mew sounded so small in the silence.

Suddenly his hot breath was at her throat. "Yes, what!" His jaws closed softly on her shoulder as he slid forward into her, just his head, his barbs needling her outer lips with gentle menace.

It came out with her sob. "Yes...Master..."

She dragged herself back to the estate later, her cloak clutched about her battered form, not bothering with stealth anymore. None of the sentries would stop her until she reached her suites. They knew who their Master was, and they would not touch another whose fur reeked of his hunt-mark and his seed. She shut the door, curled up in her bed and moaned softly, shuddering in both the shame of her debasement and the knowledge that one day she would crave her second Master's claws again.