Breeding Heat
#3 of Servants of the Estates
Charis shifted restlessly on the overstuffed pad on the Breeding Room floor, panting as she smelled her own heat and her body throbbed with need.
Master Kenneth had stopped giving her the powder with her food over a month ago. One night, as he petted her with his smooth, pink hands, he said he wanted to breed her. He knew a Mistress at another Estate with a handsome stud, another Mountain Dog like her, and if all went well, she would bear his pup in just six months.
He'd stroked his hand over her belly and smiled, likely picturing it swelling with pregnancy, and nudged her back to the bed. He'd taken her more enthusiastically that night, suckling at her breasts and whimpering like a randy dog himself.
She'd responded as she'd been trained, and the thought of being taken, truly taken by a stud, even brought her to climax, her body tightening around an imagined knot even after the Master had pulled from her and snored.
It didn't matter that there were other Masters there, ready to watch the coupling. It didn't matter that there was a human handler there, ready to intervene if things became violent (though she knew he'd been given leave to enjoy the show). Even the cameras didn't bother her, not when she knew she would finally feel the touch of another anthro. For that, she would endure anything their human Masters wanted to do to her.
Master Kenneth had groomed her sleek black pelt until it shone, trimmed her blunt nails and kissed each white paw, and stroked his thumbs across the rust-colored pips above her eyes. "Beautiful girl...you be good for Mistress Katrina's Bernard now."
"I will, Master," she'd gruffed, the need growing even then. She'd leaned in and nosed under his chin, the taste of his skin nauseating but she knew how much he liked it, how it made her his favorite of his small stable of concubines. "Thank you for allowing me to--for this."
"Of course, pretty one." He'd stroked her ears as she'd fought not to shake her head free of his touch. "If the pup's a girl, she'll stay long enough for you to teach her. A boy will go to Katrina when he's done nursing."
He'd traced her nipple again, licking his lips. "It may take a while for your milk to dry up again, though."
He'd mistaken her shudder for a shiver of need, and clipped her leash to her jeweled collar. "Up now, pretty girl. Time to go."
And now she lay, waiting for her stud. Her mate.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard the scuffle of paws outside the door and looked up as it opened.
He was beautiful. Broad-shouldered and square-muzzled like her, but with a chiseled masculinity that complimented her curves. She saw his muzzle part to pant and wagged her tail to fan the scent of her need across to him.
Bernard. Master said his name was Bernard.
She watched the pink sweep of his tongue up over his nose as he caught her scent, and he chuffed a single word at her. "Beautiful."
She'd always thought she was too heavy; Master Kenneth liked to overfeed his concubines, just enough so their hips and bellies were softened by the padding of fat, their breasts were large enough to heft and squeeze. So they were attractive to him and nobody else.
But here he was. Bernard, telling her she was beautiful. She didn't care if it was the scent of her heat that made him say it; to her, it was the sweetest praise, meant more to her than anything her Master had ever said to her.
Then she saw it, the flash of pink-red at his fluffy white sheath and knew he was there for her.
"Beautiful," she echoed, and patted the pillow with her paw. "Come to me."
She rolled to her belly and waved her tail aside, flashing her own pink need at him. He would be gentle when they were tied. For now, she wanted to feel him. She tucked her head down and tilted her hips up and back.
He was on her with a grunt, his white paw hard on her arm, the other tight around her waist and his hips thrusting, thrusting....they both cried out as his cock found her, speared into her with a heat that seared them both.
"Yeah, give it to the bitch..." she flattened her ears against her skull and turned away from the handler in the room until she felt Bernard's nose at her.
"Don't listen," he growled in her ear, squeezed her tighter with his arm. "You're mine tonight, not theirs."
She closed her eyes with a groan and tightened around him to hear him echo it. "Yes..."
The whole world shrank until all that mattered was his arm around her, his hips pounding her rump and his cock surging inside her. Her body thrummed with all of it, the sound of his panting in her ear, the heat of his body atop her and the wet sprays she could feel inside her, hotter than her own core. She gripped the edges of the pillow and held on, her own whimpers egging him on to harder thrusts, his footpaws scrabbling against the tough fabric to push him deeper, deeper.
They both whined when she felt it, the first stirrings of his knot that added an extra sting to his thrusts. She groaned into the pillow and felt the twist of her climax gathering like she'd never felt it before. "Yes," she whimper-whispered beneath him, knowing the microphones would pick it up but not caring one bit. "Tie me, oh please--!"
He hunched harder above her, tightened his arm around her, and she felt his knot pushing, pushing...she howled when it finally slotted home, her hips bucking as she came, the spasms making her yelp with every tug and pull of his knot inside her.
Tied. It felt wonderful, amazing and right. This was how she was meant to be bred, not by the weak thrusts of her Master or the dribble of his seed when he grunted out his own climax.
Bernard rolled her to the side, away from the cameras as his cock throbbed inside her, breeding her with every pulse of his seed. He was gentler now, stroking her belly and breasts with smooth paws that had never seen any hard work, tweaked her nipples with gentle tugs as he slid his other paw down to stroke where their bodies were joined.
"Mine," he whispered under her ear. "My bitch. My pup....beautiful." He licked lazily at her cheek, and she turned to get a taste of him herself.
"Yours," she murmured back, covering his paw with hers to feel them tied, the training they'd both had as concubines serving them well.
"Close your eyes," he said as we both heard the sliding strokes of our handler bringing himself off. "Just feel me. Us. You're beautiful and mine."
He stroked his fingerpad across her, pressed her so she could feel the swell of his knot and tugged his hips back so it tugged at her, both of them groaning as he used both skill and instinct to bring her to another whimpering climax that milked his seed deeper. "Mine."
She wondered, as he held her tight through another throb of his cock, if his Mistress ever let him tie with her. The thought made her roll her own hips to make him feel it, make his arms tighten around her and his groan rumble through them both. "Yes, yours...oh yours, bred and bound."
She twisted away from the foul-smelling warmth of the handler's come as he laughed above them both. "Ungh...sweet little bitch in love--nngh, taste it--"
She growled and snapped at his foot until he jumped back, his cock already softening while Bernard's still filled her, and whined when she felt her stud's paw cover her muzzle.
"Don't," he gruffed with gentle urgency. "Or they'll turn the hose on us, shhh..."
She shivered and nearly cried as he lapped the mess from her face, and clamped her body down around him as she felt the slow softening of his knot. "No," she whispered. "Don't stop, I can't--" How could she bear Master Kenneth's touch after this glorious coming together?
"Shh," he soothed her again, petting her with so-soft paws. "They'll breed us again if the pup is healthy. I'll see you again..."
"Charis." Hadn't his Mistress even told him her name?
"Charis," he groaned, her name sounding gorgeous from his lips. It made the pressure of his knot slipping out of her that much easier to bear, knowing that there would be another time, another breeding to get her through the nights with Master Kenneth and his lecherous hands.
It didn't stop her from whimpering when she felt his weight lift from her, but yelped another short, sharp climax as he lapped his tongue under her tail. "Keep my seed, Charis. Raise our pup well and I'll see you again."
"Pah. Animals in heat is what you are," said the handler as the others came in to take them both away.
"She should rest for a week until we're sure she bred true," she heard the doctors say, and smiled to know she had a week to remember this before feeling the touch of a human again.
Bernard. She stroked her paws over her belly that would swell with his pup in the coming months. I'll see you again. First in the eyes of their pup, then when the her body sang with heat again.