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Anken had a lot in his mind after talking to that slave as he headed up to prince Regnar's room. Prince Raenn replaced? Kept as a slave inside the castle? Thinking about it made it sound crazy, but some things did add up. Anken wasn't one to overlook these facts. All he had to do anyways was get prince Regnar to go get this slave anyways, then they would see if there was truth to it or not.

The coyote smiled as he walked up the stairs. Two weeks ago he would have been very nervous about any interaction with a prince, but now... A small blush came to him thinking about what they'd done at the banquet the night before. Fucked under a table, almost got caught. Just remembering it made Anken's heart beat faster. He knew he should've been worried about how close it was to ruining his whole reputation, but he couldn't help but feel flustered instead. He remembered Regnar's smell, how his soft, thick fur felt in his paws, how his cock felt under his tail, the words the prince had said...

It had been an unique evening for the coyote. He treasured the cuddling he'd had with Regnar for the half hour they were tied by the wolf's knot, even if he could still feel a little of the effects that something that big had on his tailhole right there as he walked. He was forced to sneak out of the banquet after that due to the simple fact that his fancy vest ended up covered in his own cum, but luckily nobody had seen or smelled it. Regnar had a distinct scent of cum to himself as well, but he was a prince. He couldn't leave the party. The big wolf assured him he'd be fine and, though a small part of him wished that he'd gotten to spend the night with the wolf, he was more than satisfied. Regnar was a prince, after all, and he had duties to perform, while he himself was nothing but a simple scribe.

Lost in thought, the trip to Regnar's room was fast. Before he noticed the coyote was standing in front of Regnar's fancy door which he knew pretty well by then. Anken knew that even though the drinking was moderate the night before, Regnar would certainly still be asleep this early in the morning. Unlike most of his previous times doing this, now his tail was wagging slowly behind him, for he felt nothing but anticipation in seeing prince Regnar again. Sure, one could never know what would happen with the wolf, but it was still worth it. Anken knocked again, harder, and just as he did that, the door opened.

"Yes?" A fox sticking nothing but his head out was asking. For a moment, Anken was confused. He glanced around the hallway to make sure he had the right door, and then regained his composure, clearing his throat.

"Uh, I need to speak with third prince Regnar. It's an urgent matter. Do you know where he is?" The coyote was polite as always. The fox lifted an eyebrow and slowly shook his head.

"I don't think lord Regnar wan-" The fox started his excuse, but a voice from behind him interrupted him.

"You can let him in!" Anken knew it was Regnar, he would recognize the prince's voice anywhere by now. The fox smiled and pulled the door open, revealing, much to Anken's embarrassment, that he was in fact naked. The fox had a lean, curvy, perfect body and just by the way he walked with his tail high behind him and absolutely no regard for his nude state, anyone could tell he was a pleasure slave. Slowly and sensually, the fox returned to the bed, where prince Regnar's tall, muscular and perfect body was also fully exposed. The prince was sitting by the bed's edge, that smirk of his in his face and a shameless hard-on between his legs. Anken stood by the door, ears going down. So Regnar had spent the night with...

The fox wasted no time. He sat on Regnar's lap, one hand going to his cock to tease it while the other played trailed over the big wolf's chest. The slave didn't seem to mind at all that he had someone watching now, nor that the door was wide open.

"C'mon in, little 'yote! We can have some morning fun to heat up for the day! Whaddya say, huh?" Regnar had that cocky smile, his eyes fixated on the coyote, the wolf's tail wagging behind him. How would it not be? The fox was trailing his fingers over the wolf's growing knot, making pre come from his tip. As Anken just stood there, watching, the vulpine took Regnar's muzzle in his hands and pointed it towards him. The wolf wasted no time in responding, kissing the fox in the same passionate, dominating way he'd kissed the coyote. Anken could practically imagine that tongue in his muzzle while he kept watching.

The coyote didn't know what was going on. He felt his eyes getting wet with tears. He felt something... something strong as he watched the scene. Was it jealousy? Why would it be jealousy? Regnar was a prince and he had a reputation of screwing around. Why would it be any different now? Anken knew that, he'd always known, and yet standing there, watching Regnar kiss that perfect slave that was probably so much better than him at those things, he felt his tail curling itself between his legs. He felt his fists clenching so hard that his claws were starting to hurt himself. So after they'd fucked in the party that night Regnar still brought a pleasure slave to his room to spend the night with him? Anken thought back on all those moments they shared and realized what he should have known from the start. What he did know, but was stupid enough to forget at some point along the way: that he was a fool.

"You alright?" Regnar pulled away from the kiss, for he seemed to notice the trembling coyote not responding, standing there in the doorway. The wolf's ears perked up, staring at him, but Anken just looked away.

"Nevermind," the coyote just said, and turned to walk away.

"Wait," he heard Regnar say behind him, but he ignored it. He ignored the prince because he didn't want to watch that anymore. He just kept walking down the hallway back towards the stairs.

"Wait!" Anken glanced back this time to see Regnar at his room's door. The coyote walked faster and, with another glance, he saw the big black wolf moving to follow, still naked with his red, hard cock pointing upwards. The wolf prince didn't take two steps out of his room before a dog servant carrying several pieces of folded clothing that was on the other end of the hallway gasped as he saw the prince bare naked. Anken heard Regnar's "Fuck!" and just saw the wolf covering himself before stepping back into his room. Then Anken went down the stairs and the whole thing was left behind.

The coyote pretty much ran all the way back to the castle's lower floors when he stopped, leaning against a wall. He rubbed his wet eyes with the back of his paw and sighed. What was he doing? He still had scribe work to do for Regnar. He had the prince to thank for those. He needed to get his head back in the right place and ignore these pointless feelings going through him. After all of that, he almost forgot what he'd gone up to do with Regnar. How was he going to get through to that slave to see if he was really prince Raenn without a noble to get through the other slave guarding him? Anken closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He should go up there again and talk to Regnar, probably, but he just... couldn't. Not at that moment. He needed some time. Taking a few moments to think, the coyote devised a solution and, in fast steps, he headed out again. Except this time he was going back to his own room.

The incredibly fancy and expensive clothes he had worn the night before still had a faint smell of cum from when he himself had released all over it. Anken let out a small growl. He didn't want to think about that. The scent could actually work in his favor this time anyways. The coyote straightened his fur in the small mirror and adjusted his wrinkled clothes as best as he could. Even he would mistake himself for a noble with those in normal conditions, he was pretty sure of it. Satisfied, the coyote steeled himself and set off.

During the walk back to the slave quarters, Anken tried to keep his mind focused on what he had to do. It was simple enough. Get that slave away from the one guarding it and ask it a few questions. Maybe take him to prince Rowell with Zeke, later. He'd think about it. The first thing the coyote did when he got back down there was knock on Zeke's door again. The wolf slave had been good so far and he could use all the help he could get now that he didn't have Regnar to do the work for him. But he'd manage it on his own. He would.

As he waited, Anken couldn't help but frown at the smell hanging around the air. He didn't expect the slave quarters to smell like perfume, but that was a particularly bad one. He was too eager to properly notice it the last time he was there, but now he certainly did. Maybe the noble clothes were getting to him, he thought with a small smile. The slave quarters were on the lowest part of the castle, the very small rooms surrounded the castle's inner courtyards and that meant that the hallways weren't really hallways. They were just doors that led to the small pathways around the courtyards where small gardens were usually kept, though not in a very good state. Only slaves usually walked around those parts of the big castle anyways. Most of the courtyard these rooms in particular were facing had been turned into just one big kennel for some of the castle's hunting hounds. A crudely made thin wooden fence full of holes and rough edges kept the dogs inside and, though they were all probably asleep by now, the stench of a dozen dogs was easy for any canine, feral or non-feral, to pick up on.

No answer came from the wolf's door. Had he left? Early as it was, not even the slaves were up and about yet, though they would be soon. Anken wanted to get this matter done with before he had more slaves walking around to figure out he was no noble, even if his clothes said otherwise. Anken had no choice but to move on by himself. The wolf had said the slave he was targeting lived right next door, so Anken simply stepped up to it, took a deep breath and knocked.

The coyote put his long ears up to listen. Through the thin wooden doors he heard some rummaging inside. Anken leaned forward to hear better.

"Fucking... If that's Zeke again, I swear I'm gonna punch his muzzle in... you stay right there, keep working on yourself just like that," Anken heard someone saying. The coyote waited, but... no. What would a noble do? Anken knew the answer. He knocked again, more fiercely, showing impatience. Nobles never liked to be kept waiting. It worked, too, since the door swung open to reveal a dog, but he certainly had a little bit of a wolf mix in him.

Jared had deep blue eyes typical of a dog, as well as a few features that wouldn't escape any canine such as a slightly shorter muzzle and his fur not being quite so thick. The dog was bigger than most wolves Anken had seen and, honestly, he almost caught up to Regnar in both size and musculature. It was easy to tell, because the dog wore nothing but the typical pleasure slave loincloth and it could not hide the obvious erection he had lifting it up, letting a considerably sized length that matched the owner's stature in full display.

As soon as the dog noticed that it wasn't anyone he expected at the door, his hands went right down to cover himself. He stepped behind the door, or at least let his waist do so, while keeping it open. Jared also managed a smile, even if his ears lowered themselves a bit.

"Uhh, yes? How can I be of service, sir?" The dog was polite, that much was true. At least the clothes were working, but Anken had to force himself to keep a serious demeanor, to keep his body language from acting up. Good thing he had some experience doing that. The coyote was nervous, since everybody knew that a coyote would hardly ever be a very important noble, but there were still several titles he could uphold even not being a pure wolf. He had to act like a noble.

"Indeed you can, dog. You're a pleasure slave, yes? That much is painfully obvious. I'm looking to have use of some and I think you might do just fine." Anken's heart was beating fast, but he tried to sound as snob and cocky as he could, like most nobles would towards simple slaves. Alongside that, he also stepped inside the room, excusing himself in without any regard for how it made the dog step back uncomfortably.

The coyote looked around and found what he was looking for in his first glances. In one of the corners, at the end of one of the straw beds sat the other slave. He was without any shadow of a doubt a dog, the husky kind, which was ever so similar to wolves and yet different in many ways. This dog, unlike Jared, was small as any dog should be (even if still slightly bigger than the coyote). He was lean and thin, didn't seem to be eating very well and, worst of all, he was fully naked. The dog also had a full hard-on with a modest, deep red canine cock out in the open and he was working over it with his own paw. Or at least, he was until the coyote stepped in. The dog's ears also went down, all the way, and his embarrassment was clear as he shrunk back against the wall trying to hide himself. Anken had a very hard time believing that was prince Raenn, like the wolf slave had said. He'd been around princes and he'd been around Raenn. That dog who seemed about to whimper looked like none of them. Anken felt disheartened, but he had come this far. He had to go all the way.

"S-sir, if you want pleasure slaves you're supposed to talk to the slave master. He can assign the best one to suit your nee-"

"No. He was busy after the banquet last night. I thought I'd just take a walk and find a good one myself."

Anken could see how displeased Jared was for having to deal with a noble in his eyes. Letting that show was a rookie mistake when dealing with those, but it meant he was succeeding. With Jared folding, the coyote was starting to feel better about his act. He pointed at the dog slave covering in the corner right away.

"I want him. I'm taking him to my room and he'll be back after I'm done," Anken stated, trying to sound as resolute as any noble would. Unfortunately, Jared stepped in between them. Most of his cock was back at his sheath, Anken noticed. Dealing with a noble was really affecting him, it seemed.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir, but he has no training. I have direct orders from the slave master to keep him here with me for... particular supervision. If you want, there's a wolf just next door that'll gladly let you do anything you want to him."

Anken resisted the urge to lower his ears while facing the tall dog. His head barely just reached the guy's broad chest. But no. He was a slave, Anken was a 'noble'. There was no place for physical reactions. The coyote forced himself to narrow his eyes towards Jared.

"I want him," he said. He tried to force a growl alongside it, but failed. The dog behind Jared didn't seem to be thrilled about the prospect of serving some noble either. He was still cowering, but he seemed as afraid of Jared as he was of Anken. If that was prince Raenn, he'd gone through some very rough days. Anken saw Jared's eyes narrowing just a little, too. Another mistake of his part, but in that particular situation it made the coyote nervous.

"I'm sorry, but the slave master didn't allow. It's for your own safety, to make sure you have the best experience," Jared said again, sounding pissed. "Pardon me, sir, but where are you from again? I don't recall ever seeing you around."

Anken couldn't help but let his ears flicker this time. The dog was being too forward. If he was a real noble, he had grounds to claim to be insulted and send him for punishment. He couldn't do that, however, so he had to back out. The coyote turned around and crossed his arms, giving the dog his back, mostly so that he wouldn't see his worried expression.

"I'm baron Riverside, from the east side county! I own more lands than you can walk by in a day! Not that my name matters for a slave. In fact, I want you calling me 'master' from now on." Anken glanced back after his small 'outburst' just to gauge Jared's reaction. The big dog was staring at him, but he couldn't read the results right away. It'd never been so hard for the coyote to keep his tail from going down.

"I see. I'm sorry, master. I can find you a suitable slave to meet all your needs. If you just follow me..." Jared moved towards the door and signaled for the slave to move as well. The dog quickly fished a very dirty-looking loincloth from the floor by his bed and stood up, tying it around his waist. The dog really didn't leave the slave out of his sight. Anken didn't move. Though he was relieved that his bluffing was working, getting some other slave would be useless. Whatever the big dog had been promised must have been really serious. He was obviously not going to let the slave go too easily.

"That won't be necessary," the coyote started. He pointed at Jared himself. "You will do it. I like your body, it'll do."

Jared seemed surprised by that. For a moment, the dog just stood there, and then he lowered his ears a little again.

"Uhh... I'm a 'topping' slave, master. I specialize in, well, being on the top of things," the dog said, giving his hefty sheath a grope to make his point. There was even a hint of cockiness in his tone. "Unless that's what you want, master?"

"No," the coyote answer before he could even think. He definitely didn't want to be fucked by this dog. However, the truth was that Anken didn't really have a plan. He had counted on going in, demanding the slave and going out. Now he wasn't sure about what to do, but he knew he had to keep them close. "No. I will be doing the topping, but I like tight slaves."

Anken felt dirty even saying that, but he had to be as careless about the slaves as he could, like the snob noble he was playing at. Jared didn't seem pleased at all with the response. The dog sure did let a lot of his emotions go through his body language. His tail twitched behind him, showing his discomfort with the whole situation. Anken could read all of it, which was good.

"If that's what you want, master," Jared said in what was almost a grumble. He clearly didn't appreciate being on the bottom so much.

"He's coming, too. I can use his tongue while I'm fucking you," Anken continued, pointing at the small dog again. He was pushing his luck, he knew, and Jared's reaction was immediate. "Or licking your cock. That's pretty nice, too," Anken quickly added. Jared's ears flickered at that thought. The bigger dog looked at the small one, whose ears went flat against his head with the notion, and nodded.

"Alright. I can keep him in line if I'm there too, I guess," Jared finally agreed. That was a victory! Jared signalled for the slave to get up and he immediately did, lowering his head. The small dog straightened up his loincloth to properly cover his sheath, which now only held the tip of his cock pointing out too, and stepped closer. For the first time Anken could see, and smell, how dirty he was. He smelled like cum, plain and simple. Small, clear remnants of it could be seen dry around the fur of his muzzle and around his own sheath and belly fur, too. Most of his fur was matted and the coyote noticed he wore not one, but two collars. A thicker one that Anken recognized as a slave collar that kept the unruly ones in line and another smaller, thinner one pretty much underneath it.

"Should we head up to your room, master?" Jared asked.

That was another problem. If he was really a baron he would be in one of the good, fancy guest rooms of the castle, which he definitely didn't have access to. Anken had to think quickly, but there wasn't much he could do about it. What would a noble do?

"We'll do it here," he said, having no other way. This time Jared lifted an eyebrow and indeed, he didn't need to hide it. The slave's room looked anything but comfortable even to himself. For a noble it would be like staying in a barn.

"Here, master?" The big dog's question was brimming with confusion. He went as far as looking around to see what the coyote meant. Anken cursed himself, but he has little choice.

"Yes, here. I like it dirty and I can hardly think of a place dirtier than this," the coyote quickly answered, putting on all the snobbishness he could muster into his voice. Jared took the insult quite well, letting no more than a frown go by.

"If you really want that, master..." The small dog took the opportunity to step back again, but Jared's hand was quick to grab him by the scruff of his neck to pull him forward. The big dog growled at the smaller one and locked eyes with him. "As for you, you'll be in your best behavior towards the master, like I taught you. If you don't, you're in for another night of our 'special punishment'."

The small slave was very quick to nod, but he didn't say anything. He was genuinely afraid of his bigger companion. Anken observed the interaction, but with the small slave looking like he was about to piss himself, Jared smirked with satisfaction. The muscular dog turned towards the coyote, however.

"Should we get started, master?"

Anken froze for a moment. Having sex with the big dog would hardly solve the problems he had. He still wouldn't be able to take the small slave away, he still wouldn't be able to verify the wolf's story. Part of him wanted to just give up and leave all of this likely nonsense behind, but after all the work to get this far...

"Yes," Anken answered, still not knowing what to do, but it was either doing it or losing everything. He stepped back to sit on one of the straw beds, which felt pretty uncomfortable, and spread his legs in front of him. "Uhh, you can start by using your muzzle. I need it wet and slick for later."

Jared grumbled again. He looked at the small slave and for a moment, the coyote was sure he was going to push him forward to do it, but the dog apparently decided against it. Jared was so big that he barely fit between Anken's legs when he knelt there and, with dextrous fingers, the dog set off to open the noble-looking pants. A few sniffs towards him showed the slave picked up the scent of dry cum over his vest, but he didn't say anything about it.

A small part of his natural reflexes made Anken lower his ears when the dog opened and lowered the waistband of his pants in one quick motion, leaving his sheath and balls exposed. He couldn't help but blush a little, for he definitely wasn't used to this sort of treatment, but he quickly pulled himself together. He couldn't let it show.

"Faster," he forced himself to say, even if in reality he wanted the dog to go slower. He didn't want any of that, but Jared complied, making sure the loose waistband of his pants was well stuck right between his brown-furred balls before shoving his nose right against the coyote's package.

The dog nuzzled at it sensually, letting Anken feel his cold nose, parting his lips ever so slightly in teasing motions making it a truly erotic display. Even despite the stressful situation, Anken felt his sheath stir with life, but the whole thing sure was delaying any sort of reactions from him.

Anken closed his eyes. One thing immediately appeared in his mind: prince Regnar. A spike of frustration went through the coyote's chest. How could he be mad at Regnar for having sex with a slave if he was about to do the same thing? But no. That wasn't why he was feeling bad. Anken felt hurt. Felt hurt because the whole thing with Regnar had been perfect for him, but the prince still had gone and brought that fox afterwards. That fox with a perfect body, a thousand times more skilled at making the wolf feel good than he would ever be. No wonder Regnar had gone and got the fox even after their own act. And then there was that kiss. It kept coming back to his mind was that kiss they shared. He saw some of the same passion he'd shared with Regnar and he thought... he had thought that...

A warm tongue going through his balls made Anken open his eyes again. Jared started licking his balls, and quite vehemently at that. The dog was frowning, eyes fixated on the coyote's sheath that still held his cock hidden despite the slave's efforts to coax it out. Anken noticed he'd been distracted. He needed things to work.

"Come on, put some effort into it," the coyote said, trying to pin his lack of arousal on Jared. The dog obviously bought it, since his tongue started working over his sheath now, it's warmth fishing his hidden member while one of his large paws came to rub his balls. It was quite pleasant.

Anken tried to relax and closed his eyes again. The coyote took a deep breath. He needed to keep his problems out of his mind. He tried to let himself enjoy the physical pleasure he was receiving and, soon enough, he succeeded. He could feel his member stiffening, the pink canine cock growing and growing. Jared took advantage of that, dragging his tongue across his length, letting it get coated with his saliva.

Anken opened his eyes again to see Jared getting busy making sure his tongue coated every single inch of his now fully erect member with his spit. It felt kind of good to see the big dog in such a low position. He raised his eyes, however, to see the smaller dog staring at the whole thing from afar. He was back to sitting at his bed, too, which was right against the opposing wall of the small room and as soon as he caught the coyote looking at him, he immediately looked away. Anken found an opportunity.

"You. Come here and lick my neck while he works on my cock," Anken said, motioning the small dog closer. He saw those ears go straight down, a look of despair in the slave's face. Very unusual for a pleasure slave indeed. He didn't move at first, but Jared also lifted his head to look up at Anken. The dog between his legs considered it for a moment, then turned his head back to give his hesitant companion a small growl.

"Do it," he ordered, and as soon as the smaller dog stood up with a whimper, he went right back to his cock-lapping duties. He was really skilled at that, Anken had to admit.

The coyote watched the nervous dog get closer, Jared lowering his head a little more so that he could step over him to reach the coyote's chest. It was a good thing that this dog was smaller, for he was pretty much sitting at Anken's lap to be able to reach his neck with his muzzle. For a small moment, their eyes met, and Anken saw many things in the dog's expression. Most of all, he seemed both submissive and embarrassed.

The tongue over his neck was clumsy. Anken lifted his head, exposing it to give the slave more room. All things considered, he still felt his cock ache, seeing himself gracing Jared with his first drops of pre as both tongues worked over his body. He let that go on for a while, trying to ignore how aroused he was really getting, before he spoke again.

"Work harder down there. I want them to hear your slurping on the next room," the coyote ordered. Anken could picture Jared frowning, but the dog obeyed. His licking grew on intensity and speed, the lewd sound growing louder into the room. Though Anken trembled with how pleasurable all of it felt, he still brought his muzzle right against the small dog's ear while he worked on his neck.

"Prince Raenn," Anken said in the lowest whisper he could manage. He kept his eyes on the dog, attentive to gauge his reaction, but he didn't really have to. The slave stopped licking him immediately to pull back and stare up at him with wide, confused eyes. It lasted quite a few seconds before Anken had to promptly order him to keep licking, which in turn made the slave earn a soft slap to his balls from Jared underneath, promptly followed by a quiet whimper of pain. Anken felt sorry about that, but at the same time, he was closer to confirm the whole story. Of course, that proved nothing. The slave could still be delusional, like the wolf had said, but it did show that he was worth getting out for more questions.

"I'm here to help," he whispered to the dog. This time, he was smart enough not to stop licking, but he did lift his eyes again. The slave suddenly had a totally different demeanor to himself. The shy, submissive, broken dog got some spark back in his eyes for those simple words. It showed the coyote that things added up. That he was down the right path. "You need to trust me. Do what I say."

The smallest of nods came from the canine. Even the licking over his neck got stronger, more enthusiastic for the act. It didn't exactly help, especially since Jared underneath him had decided that there had been enough lapping and took Anken's cock into his muzzle. The dog was good. Great, even. He had no trouble taking in the coyote's whole length down until his lips were kissing his sheath. That tongue worked wonders, too. Warm, long, touching and teasing Anken's cock in what was probably one of the best blowjobs he'd ever gotten. He had to hold his breath to keep the pleasure at bay. He couldn't blow too early, or the whole action would be over and he wouldn't be able to get the slave away.

How would he get the slave away anyways? Despite his words to the dog, he still didn't know, and time was running out. He could feel his knot and Jared could, too, for that tongue of his started focusing on the sensitive canine bulb at the base of his tapered cock. It made the coyote moan involuntarily. It was damn hard to think in such a situation. Anken saw the small dog's eyes glancing up at him every now and then, full of expectations.

Think. Anken had to think. How could he get rid of the overprotective, giant dog guarding the slave? Certainly not physically, that was completely out of question. Jared seemed like the type that could easily take down an academic coyote and a scrawny little dog at the same time if he wanted to. Using his noble influence wasn't working, either. It would just get the slave master in the middle of things and, as far as the other wolf had hinted, he too might be involved in the whole scheme, if there was one. Anken glanced around the room, looking for anything he could use, and that's when he noticed that the door was still half open. A sudden urgency washed over the coyote for the chance of someone walking by and seeing the lewd display. He almost pushed the dogs treating him back, but then he payed attention to the outside. He could see the courtyard, the crude fence of the kennel... Anken's ears perked up. His eyes stared at it for a while longer, but a plan started forming on his head.

"Enough," he said, pushing both dogs back. It was about time, too, for his cock was throbbing, a strand of pre connecting it to Jared's lips when the dog pulled away. The red, veiny member was glistening with saliva. Anken pushed the smaller slave away and pulled Jared so that the big dog was standing right in front of him. "Take that loincloth off," he ordered, trying to keep that same absolute tone.

Jared didn't hesitate to obey. Anken got a good look of the big dog's wide sheath with about half of the dog's member already poking out of it. He probably didn't hate sucking other people's cocks as much as he made it look. The coyote felt sorry for what he had to do, but it was necessary. He had to earn Jared's trust and he had to make the dog horny. He nodded towards the big dog's exposed sheath and looked at the small dog.

"You. Make him hard. I want to watch it," the coyote ordered. The slave dog's eyes went wide. Anken, knowing about everything, could see his eyes judging him to see if he was being betrayed or not, but thankfully he decided to comply, at least for now. Granted, Jared would probably punish him if he didn't anyways. The big dog, on the other hand, opened a grin. He was obviously happy about this turn of events. With everyone staring at the slave, he stepped forward. One of his hands grabbed the dog's sheath, starting to stroke the male's member, while the other cupped the heavy, furry balls underneath it. His embarrassment was clear in his expression.

"Don't use your paws, you idiot. You've got something much better," Jared said, pushing the smaller dog down by his shoulders. With a grunt, the slave complied, getting down on his knees and giving Anken a glance before Jared grabbed the back of his head and shoved that nose against his balls. The slurping sounds returned to the room alongside a sigh from Jared.

Anken sat back against the wall and used his paw to work on his own cock, both to keep himself hard and to keep up appearances. He had to fight back his embarrassment for doing it out in the open like that, even if it was just a pleasure slave watching. He still wasn't used to it. The coyote kept stealing glances towards the door, genuinely worried that someone might walk by and see it, but now he needed it open.

It didn't take too long for Jared to grow. The dog's member was impressive, dwarfing his own by several inches and that was with the knot still hidden. The dog kept his licking companion in check, one paw always over his head gripping his fur and often directing his muzzle to lick the base of his cock or reach for the tip whenever a glistening drop of pre appeared. Anken let the thing roll, keeping himself hard as well to the lewd display until he saw Jared's knot start threatening to appear.

"Alright, stop," the coyote ordered. Both slaves turned towards him, but Jared with a clear look of disappointment in his face. "This is hot. Very hot, it's making me want to fuck you. Let's get down to the real business." Anken forced himself to smile no matter how nervous he was. Jared frowned, forcing the smaller dog to stand up, but still holding him by the scruff of his neck. He offered him forward.

"How about you fuck him, master? He's nice and tight, I can assure you. You'll love the way he clenches down on you when you knot him." The dog's ears went flat, his tail between his legs. He looked at Anken clearly worried he would accept it, but the coyote shook his head.

"No, I want you. You're big and good looking, will look pretty good underneath me. Like a slave." Jared obviously didn't appreciate the answer, but he didn't contest it. He shoved the other dog away, unsatisfied, and advanced upon Anken. The big dog was just reaching for his neck, ready to climb on his lap and sit on his cock, but as much as Anken's member throbbed, he pushed Jared away.

"Not like this," Anken said. He looked at the door and had to hold his ears from lowering. Again, his thoughts floated towards Regnar. That's what he could picture the prince doing. "Outside. I wanna do it outside."

"I'm sorry, master?" Jared looked at him confused, following his eyes towards the door. Anken stood up, grabbed the big, stunned dog by his big cock and pulled. Lucky for him, the horny canine followed willingly, since he was certain he couldn't force him to go. It was an even bigger effort to keep himself from faltering when he stepped outside, into the empty courtyard, with his hard cock out in the open. A simple cautioning glance around told him there was nobody about yet, but he had to worry. It was certainly getting late. Jared wasn't so subtle. The big dog's ears went down and his paws made a reflexive motion to cover himself the moment he stepped outside as well. Not even pleasure slaves wanted to be seen in compromising positions.

"I wanna take you out here, against the fence, like an animal," Anken said trying to sound lewd. Jared let out a grunt of distaste, showing that even he was uncomfortable with the whole thing. A slave couldn't contradict a noble, though, so he had no choice, Anken knew.

"Are you sure, master? The slaves will be up and around soon. I wouldn't want to compromise your honorable reputation by starting rumors-"

"I don't care about that right now," Anken interrupted him, making it look like his lust was getting the best of him. In truth, not even he wanted to be seen fucking someone in public like that. Though he wasn't 'baron Riverside' and he wouldn't have his reputation among the nobility ruined by such an act, he still did live in the castle. Someone might know him. He told himself it would be alright, even if he didn't believe that.

The coyote pulled Jared towards the wooden fence. It was tall, taller than the dog, at least that part was, and had no openings between the wooden planks other than the holes and faults caused by poor care. As soon as he reached it, he went around the big dog and pushed him against the wooden surface, one hand went straight to the dog's rump, squeezing it as if he was taken with lust by the sight, while the other went around to stroke the canine's length, which has faltered a little for being in public.

Anken rubbed his own cock against the canine's rump and found that it did help in keeping himself well aroused too. Despite everything, it was still a hot environment. Jared agreed with him by the way he groaned. Anken felt the dog's member stiffening again right away, throbbing back to full hardness. He kept stroking the big canine, he had to keep him horny and willing, but he also looked back over his shoulder to see the smaller dog watching them from inside the room, almost behind the door. Anken called him over with a paw.

"You, slave, come here and keep your colleague's cock warm while I fuck him!" Again, the dog obviously didn't like the orders, but he came forward anyways. Embarrassment and doubt were clear in his expression too. He wasn't happy to be part of the lewd, almost public act, but he obediently came to kneel by Jared's side, sticking his muzzle in trying to reach his cock to lick it, even if it was pressed against the wood. Anken stepped up his game, pressing his tip against the dog's tailhole, teasing him. It had been a good while since the coyote had fucked anyone. He had to make it work.

"Damn... Use your fucking tongue!" Jared complained and Anken smiled. It was working. He kept the dog hard pressed against the wooden surface, making it difficult for the smaller dog to reach that cock pressed between the wood and his fur. His lapping barely reached the dog's length. Anken didn't relent, however. It took genuine effort to keep someone this big pinned and Jared surely could break out if he really wanted to, but the coyote kept his paw stroking that big member alongside the casual tongue he sometimes felt over his fingers. Precum was already getting smeared over the wooden surface.

The coyote knew he had to push his anxiety aside and get things going. He tried to ignore the fact that he was all out in the open, that anyone could come from any side and see everything. Tried to put away the thoughts of failing, of being discovered and all these things. Jared's fur was of a light tone of gray, a common pattern to dogs of his kind, but his big body type, his large backside and muscular arms... Anken trailed his paws over those sensually, getting a feel for them and he couldn't help but think of Regnar. It was similar, in a way. Of course, alongside that came back the thought of him kissing that fox. It made Anken growl. He pressed his cock against the dog's tailhole harder, using a paw to direct the tapered tip towards his tailhole and simply shoved it in.

The dog let out a silent huff when he was penetrated. He was clearly trying to be silent too, since the slave licking his cock had his loincloth on and Anken had most of his clothes, but Jared was the only one who was truly naked on the outdoors. Despite how hard his claws were raking the wooden fence, leaving marks that would probably last, the coyote could feel how the dog's member also reacted to getting fucked positively. He took that as an incentive, driving his hips forward into the larger dog and sinking a few more inches of his member into it.

The thoughts of Regnar didn't leave his mind. He could almost see the black fur of the wolf's back in Jared and part of him wished he was fucking the prince. He pictured the large wolf with his ears downed, taking it up the ass as punishment. The coyote's growling acquired a higher tone. He drove his hips back, then pushed back in, repeating the movement to create a rough fucking rhythm. It was a little too fast, a little too eager. His member felt a little bit of soreness because of the lack of time to adjust and, by Jared's grunting, the dog definitely felt it in his ass too, but Anken wasn't thinking about that at that moment. He was just fucking.

The coyote got really caught up in it. Despite the big size, Jared's tailhole was tight and warm, embracing his member in all the right ways. It didn't take long at all for the coyote's knot to start bumping against the dog's entrance, too swollen to get in but begging to, and at the same time for Anken to feel Jared's knot growing as well. He could barely wrap his paw around it and it clearly wasn't fully grown yet, but at the same time, his stroking hand was completely slick with both precum and saliva from the slave's licking attempts.

Some barking rose from the dogs on the other side of the fence. Apparently the action and rocking against it caught their attention. The big hunting hounds, mixups between dogs and actual feral wolves, could be seen through some of the fence's bigger holes sniffing and yipping, curious about what was going on, but they didn't get any attention.

It was the threat of his knot almost getting into Jared that woke Anken up from his sex thoughts. He blinked, pausing his fucking for just a few small seconds, and realized what was really happening. Jared's tailhole clenched around his throbbing cock, results of his own pleasure, even if Anken's hand had an awkward positioning for stroking him. The coyote felt embarrassed for almost failing his plans from getting carried away by his lust. If he knotted the dog, no matter how badly he wanted it right now, he'd be stuck to him for at least half an hour, which would definitely screw everything up. No, he had to get his plan going. It was now or never...

"Lick harder, slave," Anken ordered the smaller dog, who had decided to focus on slowly lapping the underside of the dog's balls with a slightly disgusted expression since it was all he could reach. He was confused by the order, but it wasn't really for him. It was just for Jared to hear. Anken could see the dog's eyes closed, which was great. He pulled the big guy back a little bit, impaling him on his cock, but giving it enough space so that he could really work on the dog's member no longer pressed against the wood. A few extra hard strokes came, some squeezing to that rapidly growing knot, and then, after properly repositioning that big member, his hand trailed down to his sheath and balls. He shoved the dog forward again, hard, and a huff and growl came from Jared's throat, but it was immediately followed by a moan.

It was a little too loud for the place they were in, but it was understandable. The big dog just trembled with pleasure and, to help with that, Anken sped up his fucking. He gave it all he got, really using that tight tailhole to milk himself. He could feel his own pleasure rising, coming closer and the urge to knot the damned dog was gigantic, but he held back. Instead, Anken brought his paw down to give his own knot another squeeze. He shoved Jared forward against the fence as hard as he could and, with his own hand simulating his own knotting, he too couldn't hold a louder groan.

Thick ropes of coyote seed came to paint Jared's insides. At first, even through his pleasure, Anken thought it was a little too early, but he heard the unmistakable sounds of a man cumming from Jared as well. One of Anken's hands came to the dog's rump, the other to the dog's back, making sure he was well pinned against the fence while both of them reached their peaks. Despite the high pleasure of orgasm going through him, Anken did his best to stay focused on his task. By the last spurts of cum, he pulled out, letting those mat the fur over the dog's rump alongside the small torrent of it that already came out of his used tailhole with no knot to keep it inside. With his cock still throbbing with the remnants of release, Anken managed to check and, still panting, to smile. His plan was a success. He could barely believe it had worked.

Jared's orgasm lasted a little longer. It was no wonder, since the sounds of slurping from heavy licking over his cock didn't cease through all of it. As his own climax started to fade, those groans of high pleasure became grunts of annoyance as the canine tongue didn't stop licking his cock. He was quick to complain about that.

"Fucking... fuck, stop, that's enough," the big dog muttered, before he could look to the side and see Anken tucking his half-hard member back into his pants with the smaller dog standing right by his side, both a few steps away from him. It was the first time the coyote had seen the abused, small dog slave smiling.

The look on Jared's face was priceless. Through his lust-filled haze, he hadn't even thought about why, all of a sudden, even though he was still pressed against the wooden fence the dog's tongue now managed to reach his cock with ease to lap it. Hell, he hadn't even noticed that it wasn't only one tongue slurping around his overeager member. Anken had shoved the big dog's member through one of the holes in the fence when he pressed him against it and now, after he cummed, his oversized knot, which Anken had made sure to keep on the other side, kept him from pulling back from it.

"What.. the fuck?!" Jared trembled as he cursed. Those tongues didn't stop assaulting his oversensitive member, eager to lap every inch of cum and musk coming from it. Jared tried to pull back, again and again, but it was clear that tugging on the hard wood was very unpleasant. He punched the fence, but though the wood was old and thin, it wasn't that weak. It wasn't even enough to scare the dogs away.

"What did you do?! When... H-help me out of here!" The sight of the naked dog with cum dripping from his tailhole stuck at the fence by his crotch made the smaller dog giggle silently. That triggered Jared, who growled in his direction with unrestrained fury. "Help me out of here right now! It's not funny! I'm gonna punish you so fucking hard tonight you're gonna regret that, you mutt!"

"I'm relieving you of your training duties. I'll be taking him with me," Anken announced, much to the slave's relief. Jared's eyes went wide with surprise and fury.

"What?! You can't do that! The slave master left..." Jared started protesting, but even his slave brain connected the pieces, considering his predicament. He stared at the coyote. "That's what you wanted! You're not a noble, are you?!"

"Sorry, it was necessary," Anken just said. He nodded to the dog towards the hallway. They had to get out of there before other slaves started coming.

"I knew a fucking coyote wouldn't be a noble! I KNEW it! You tricked me!" Jared growled. He was tugging harder, trying to pull back from the fence, but that only made him grunt in pain. He still kept shifting uncomfortably, trying helplessly to shake the dogs away from licking.

"Let's go," Anken said towards the dog, who nodded promptly.

"Wait! You can't fucking leave me here!" Jared protested, not really shouting, but definitely being loud. "I'm gonna kill both of you when I get my hands on you! I'll find you! You'll pay for this! You'll regret messing with me!"

Anken ignored Jared's threats, which kept coming until they left the inner courtyard of the slave halls and headed towards the upper floors. The coyote wasn't worried. Jared's knot would certainly last at least half an hour by itself, more with those dogs licking his cock and keeping it nice and stiff. Of course, someone would probably help him shoo the dogs away, but it was certainly going to be a very embarrassing experience.

The coyote wasn't even sure where to take the slave now that he finally had him. To prince Regnar? To prince Rowell perhaps, since he knew about magic? The slave was quiet at his side, as always, but the dog's tail was actually wagging. Anken could only imagine all the things Jared must have made him do over the week, especially considering how he was being treated, so it was no wonder.

"So... I heard you told a slave you're actually prince Raenn," Anken said. He had his own questions for the slave after all before he could gauge if it was really worth it to bring him to the princes. The slave looked at him and nodded firmly. His eyes were determined.

"You can't talk? Prince Raenn is not a mute," Anken pointed out, but the slave was quick to point at his own throat. No, he was pointing at his collar. He used his claws to touch and tug the smaller, thinner collar with urgency. Anken understood it kept him from talking. It made sense that they wouldn't want him to talk, if it was true. Prince Rowell would probably be able to take that out, too.

"I see." Anken gave it some thought while they walked. "You left a message to prince Regnar? About the castle being in danger?"

The dog's ears perked up. He actually smiled and nodded fast again. He made writing movements with his hands, which Anken understood. So it had been him indeed. Things seemed to be adding up pretty well.

"The wolf slave I talked to about you said you told him the castle's slave master is a traitor? And that the dragons are behind all of this somehow?"

Again, the dog nodded firmly. His tail was actually wagging behind him now. Zeke had been right about him. Either this dog was really prince Raenn or he genuinely believed he was, because Anken couldn't find a single hint of deceit in his expression or body language. The coyote stopped by the castle's main hallway. He could take him to prince Rowell, but he didn't know the prince at all. He might not even get an audience. It would be easier to take him to prince Regnar, but then...

"Stop!"

Both Anken's and the slave's ears perked up. Three wolf guards, fully armored with spears in hand, were rushing at their direction. The dog shivered and whimpered, ears going down, but Anken wasn't worried. He still had his noble clothes and he was sure he could come up with some excuse for anything they could want.

"You, coyote!" Anken lifted an eyebrow. The guards surrounded him, shoving the slave away to the side. The coyote's ears flickered back.

"What's this? What's going on?"

"By direct order of high prince Raenn, you're under arrest under accusations of high treason against the wolf kingdom. You'll come with us willingly and stay in custody until a trial can be conducted," the guard announced. They didn't give the stunned coyote any time to even respond. The wolf behind him twisted his arm painfully behind his back and shoved him forward to walk, the other with his spear pointed in his direction as if he was some common criminal.

"W-wait, I...!" Anken didn't even know what to say. His tail curled between his legs, his ears flat against his head, but as the guards forced him to walk with them, he was the only one who glanced back to see the dog gone.