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It was remarkably dark in the castle dungeons. The coyote sat with his back against the wall over the wooden thing they called a bed and, no matter how long he stayed that way, the cold stone of which the walls were made didn't seem to warm up at all. The only source of light was a single torch lit in the middle of the bunch of cells. Considering the size of the castle, the dungeons were pretty damn small. Two rows of cells with a long hallway in the center and that was it. The cells were simple, small squared rooms separated from the hallway by heavy, rusty iron bars. There was nothing but iron bars separating the cells themselves, either, but the dungeon was empty save for the lonely coyote. There was only one way out of the dungeons, which was the long stone steps of stairs leading up, where the single guard that acted as the warden stood, idly sitting on a chair away from the coyote's vision.

Anken knew very well that the castle's dungeon was small because it wasn't really meant to hold long-term prisoners. It rarely saw any use. The castle's security was good enough as it was and when it did get prisoners, they usually went into trial very quickly and sent away to some other bigger, faraway prison or whatever kind of place that happened to be in need of slave labor. If the one doing the wrong thing happened to be of a noble line, then it was a whole different story and, depending on their rank and status, they usually just got confined to their pretty, perfect little rooms instead of thrown in the dungeons. Anken had no illusions regarding which fate awaited him. A day has passed since his arrest. The only reason he could tell was because he observed the guard shift from day to night, and then from night to day again.

What had he done? His life had been going great so far. He had a nice position, a fair job, friends, a place to live, and now it was all gone. Anken had a lot of time to reflect during the time he was away and he kept thinking that maybe he should have just ignored that message when he saw it. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten close to lord Regnar at all. What was the point? Now all he had to show for it was his life ruined and not a single one of the higher-ups would even notice or bother to care. Whatever plan or plot was going on inside the castle would probably succeed, but why should he care, if nobody cared about him either?

Anken was lost in thought. Time meant little in the stale darkness, so there was little else he could do, but that's when he heard a small... something. The coyote's ears perked up. It looked like it came from the dark corners towards the dead end of the hallway. Probably rats, he thought, but then he heard it again. Someone stepped up from the shadows and Anken sat up straight, staring at it curiously. Nobody had walked down from the stairs, the guard at the entrance hadn't talked to anyone, so how could there be someone at the hallway?

"Psssst," the figure called. As he stepped closer to the bars of Anken's cell, he could made up the shape. A pup? No, he was just small. The coyote stood up and got close enough to see it was some sort of feline. A cat, but quite a small one. He wore nothing but a slave's loincloth.

"Hey! You're Anken, right?" The small cat asked in a low whisper. Anken had to kneel next to him to talk properly and whisper back.

"Yes? Who are you?" The coyote looked around and saw only darkness. "How did you get here?"

The cat actually smiled for his questions.

"Master said you would ask those things. He said to tell you that none of that matters! He said I had to give you this."

The small feline extended his paw to hand out a single iron key. Anken took it, looking at it curiously.

"What is this?"

"Master said that you'll need it! He said that wolves can't use it, but one that looks like a dog just might."

Anken's eyes widened a little right away.

"What? Prince Raenn? How do you know about that? How does he know? Who's your master?"

The feline just shook his head and actually giggled softly.

"Master said you'll figure it out. I don't have much time. I..." The feline's good mood vanished in a second. "You know a wolf slave? Zeke? He told me to find you."

Anken nodded right away. "Yes?"

"Could you help him out, too? He's in big, big trouble. He was just trying to help, he's really nice, but they caught him. Him and gentle prince Rowell. The bad ones caught them. Prince Rowell was replaced, he's not gentle anymore." The feline lowered his head, his voice trembling. "I couldn't do anything, I just ran and ran until master..."

The feline seemed to evolve as he spoke to the point where he was left on the verge of tears. So much that he let out a small sob and rubbed the back of his paw over his eyes before taking a deep breath to hold back.

"Please, help them?"

Anken bit his lip. Zeke had gotten caught too? And even lord Rowell?

"I would love to, but what can I do? I'm trapped here!" It was the coyote who had to turn away this time, his paws taking hold of the bars, squeezing the sturdy iron.

"It's okay," the small feline said, recovering from his small sobbing. "It'll all work out. Master says he believes in you and when master believes, it always works out."

The cat went as far as smiling again. Whoever the master was, he clearly followed him blindly.

"Who is your master?"

The cat just shook his head and took a step back towards the shadows.

"I'm sorry. It's best if you don't know. I have to go, time is running short. Just... keep the key hidden, alright? It'll help, I promise."

The cat took another few steps back, fading into the darkness, but not going towards the exit.

"Wait!" Anken urged a little loud, anxious. He lost sight of the small cat and then everything went quiet. It was as if he hasn't even been there, but how could he have left? The sound of armored steps coming from the hallway alerted Anken, but it was just the warden. The big grey wolf raised an eyebrow towards him since he was sprawling against the bars and the coyote was quick to hide the key in the inner pocket of the fancy clothes he was still wearing.

"The heck are you doing?" The guard asked, not pleased.

"Nothing, sir," Anken quickly replied, ears folding back. The guard just let out a small "tsc" and turned back to return to his post by the entrance.

The moment he was gone, Anken spent a little more time looking for the cat in the darkness, but there was nothing. He was gone, like... magic. The coyote sighed. What did they expect of him? He was just a scribe that had been thrown in jail for 'treason'. The coyote took the key out to inspect it closely. It was long, made of simple grey iron and it looked a little rusty, just like the bars of his cell. Anken decided to give it a try and, putting his paw around the bars, he inserted the key into the lock of his cell's door. Much to his surprise, it went in smoothly! It seemed like a fit at first, but when he tried to turn it, it just wouldn't. Anken tried to force it a few times before he gave up, pulling the key back and going back to sit on his bed.

He didn't even know why he felt disappointed. There was nothing he could do even if the key had worked anyways. What did they expect of him? That he'd fight an armed guard? The cat had said that no wolf could use the key, but one that looked like a dog might. Was he supposed to give it to prince Raenn, perhaps? That seemed so far-fetched in his current condition that he couldn't even conceive it.

In the end, Anken ended up slouching over his bed again. He hid the key in a small crack he found between the stone wall, but there was nothing else he could do. The hopelessness of his situation started creeping up on his mind again.

What must have been a few more hours went by. Anken was close to drifting to sleep when he heard some ruckus coming from the entrance.

"WHERE?"

The shout echoed through the stone walls. The coyote sat back up, rubbing his eyes. He thought he recognized that voice. Anken stood up and adjusted his fancy clothes a little bit, even though they were wrinkled and dirty. Weird things for a prisoner to wear. Heavy steps marched in the direction of his cell and he went to the bars to look. More than one person, definitely.

"Please, my lord, please! Nobody can speak to prisoners before their trial, that's the law!! If lord Rael finds out he'll hav-"

"Rael can shove his laws up his ass."

That was prince Regnar. The voice couldn't be mistaken. Anken saw the big, black wolf approaching, wearing the same loose, casual military clothings he always wore as if he was in the courtyard practicing. Behind him, two wolves were struggling to keep up with his fast pace. One was the guard from the dungeon entrance, Anken recognized, and he seemed very distressed. The other was a regular grey wolf dressed like prince Regnar, so probably military, but he didn't recognize him.

The very moment Anken's eyes met Regnar's, he saw the black wolf's expression shining. He couldn't quite place what it was, but it looked like... relief? Anken himself felt his heart pounding faster, felt his tail wagging, even though he tried to hold it back. He pressed himself closer to the bars and lord Regnar sped up his pace, pretty much running towards him as well.

"I finally found you! In the very last place I thought you would be," Regnar said, not giving Anken time to even respond. He put his big arms through the bars to hug him. It was a clumsy hug and the iron stung against his skin, especially considering how rough Regnar was, but he could see the black wolf's tail wagging as hard as his was.

"I'm very sorry, my lord," Anken said. He had to look away and bring his paw up to his eyes, since they were getting a little wet. Regnar noticed that, the big wolf's ears folding back a little in concern.

"What happened? Why did they put you here?" The concern in the wolf's voice made Anken smile softly again.

"It's... a long story, my lord. I really need to talk to you. To tell you some things."

Anken met Regnar's eyes, conveying the seriousness of his request, and in return, he just got a small nod.

"Open this cell," Regnar ordered. The wolf guard didn't move, looking stunned.

"What? My lord, he's a convicted prisoner! He's been charged of treason by lord Raenn himself!" The distressed wolf sounded like he was pretty much begging towards Regnar.

"Tsc. Since when does Raenn even make arrests? What did he do, touched one of his sex slaves?"

The wolf guard seemed extremely uncomfortable with the question. "I... I don't know, my lord, I don't have the information, I just have the charges and it's my duty to look over the prisoners and make sure they're alw-"

"Give me that," Regnar just said, interrupting the wolf. With one hard yank, he pulled the set of keys from the wolf's belt, snapping one of the laces of his pants that was going through it in the process. The black wolf took a key and immediately tried it in the cell's door. It didn't turn, so he moved on to the next one. The wolf looked outraged.

"My lord!! You can't let the prisoner go, I'll be held responsible for this!" Despite his protests, the wolf didn't do anything to stop him. He didn't dare act against a prince.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Regnar said quite casually. It didn't answer the wolf's questions, though. He growled softly, more worried about finding the right key than about all of the warden's concerns.

"I-I'm gonna have to tell lord Rael about this!" The angry wolf shouted out his threat, but he was thoroughly ignored. Regnar just let out a small "aha!" when a key finally turned in the lock, allowing him to open the cell. The wolf turned around to leave, stomping towards the exit, but not Regnar nor Anken paid him any mind. With the door open, Regnar rushed in to hug Anken again, this time properly.

The big wolf's smell filled Anken's nostrils, his warm, fluffy fur embraced him and he hugged him back. He knew that there were so many concerns behind all of it, but at that very moment he just let himself indulge in the comfort of Regnar's arms. It felt like a brief warmth of sunlight in the middle of long storm. The hug stretched on, but the wolf that stood behind Regnar, which had been silent so far, cleared his throat, and that made both of them step back.

"I'm sorry about yesterday morning," Regnar said, his ears lowered. It didn't fit him at all. "After you left the party it became so dull. I started drinking real wine, but I still wanted to leave, but then Rael wouldn't let me. I couldn't stop thinking about what we'd done, and then when it was finally over the slave w-"

"It's okay," Anken finally said. "You don't have to explain. You didn't do anything wrong, my lord. I just..." The coyote bit his lip and looked away. "I was just..."

He couldn't find the words to say it. He felt embarrassed, distressed. How could he explain how he felt to Regnar? What did it matter anyways? The black wolf didn't seem to know what to say, either. He was just staring at him, and then he looked away as well. It was the grey wolf behind him the stepped up after the silence stretched on, and Anken was glad for the save.

"My lord, I apologize, but I must bring up again the urgency of my report. The dragon lords are already here and I have crucial information regarding the safety of the kingdom."

Anken's ears perked up, but Regnar just seemed annoyed. He turned to the wolf as if he had barely noticed he was still there and gave him a small growl.

"Captain Emett, I already told you I'm happy about your return, but I said I'll listen to what you have to say later."

Anken stepped up, though. The coyote looked at the wolf with interest.

"No no, my lord, let him talk. What I have to tell you concerns the dragons as well. It's extremely important."

The other wolf told them a quick story about how he'd been captured by the dragons and all the things he'd learnt about a major plot to shake the wolf kingdom. Anken found that it added up pretty well to what he knew. The talk lasted a little while and, even though that was hardly the place to have it, at least they got the black wolf to listen. Regnar took a little while to believe it, but there was no refusing the amount of proof they had with everything that had happened.

"Holy crap... I cannot believe they'd try something like that right under our noses," the big black wolf said. The soft growl at the back of his throat was already there and, this time, Anken could very well understand it.

"We have to warn king Ruvel and lord Rael about this. They can mobilize the guards and do something about all of this before it's too late. I dare say that myself and captain Emett as witnesses plus your word should be enough to convince them of the threat."

Regnar nodded slowly. "Yeah... yeah, we should do that. I can't believe I hadn't seen any of it. I mean, I did find it weird that Raenn of all people came to me asking for military files, but... I didn't notice a fucking thing. I would never have thought that it wasn't really him!"

"It's alright," Anken said, reaching up to the black wolf's shoulder. "I'd never heard of this kind of magic, either. I don't think anyone has? I think that's part of their plan. The element of surprise. We found out, though. We have an advantage. We can stop this."

"Right," Regnar agreed with a nod, calming down a little. "I don't know where Ruvel is right now, but Rael should be in the large office by the throne room, as always. We should go see 'im. Oh, he's gonna be so pissed at these dragons, too. I'm gonna put every single guard in the castle up to point a spear at their throats."

With Regnar's agreement, the three of them headed up to the throne room. Anken was half worried some guard, corrupt or not, would stop them due to the fact that he was technically still a prisoner, but his face wasn't known enough for most of them to notice and even if they did, having prince Regnar stomping right in front of them gave him a sense of safety.

The large throne room was mostly empty in contrast to how crowded it had been at the reception just two nights ago. Every trace of the party had been erased, since that's where the king held audiences most of the time. They passed by two guards at the main entrance, who simply nodded in acknowledgement to Regnar's authority. The throne was empty. Ruvel wasn't there, but then again, it was still the beginning of the afternoon. Two more guards stood by the door to the office at one of the big hall's sides. This time, one of them tried to step forward as soon as the group came close.

"Lord Regnar," he said, with a bow. "Lord Rael is in a meeti-"

"Yeah, yeah, this is important." Regnar didn't even stop. He just walked past the guard and opened the door. Both Rael and the older, grey-furred wolf he'd been talking to stopped to look at the door, looking surprised.

"We have news, brother, and you're going to want to hear this," Regnar announced. Rael seemed utterly annoyed, giving his brother a glare.

"As you can see, I'm otherwise engaged. I'm sure whatever news you have can wait until I'm fin-"

"No! It can't wait," Regnar just interrupted again, stepping into the room and signalling Anken and Emett to do so as well. Anken did with some reluctance. Rael was still staring daggers at them, after all. The dark-brown wolf prince cleared his throat and turned towards his guest instead.

"It seems my brother has some very urgent matters. I hope we can continue at a later time?"

The grey wolf just smiled.

"Of course, my lord. If you'll excuse me." He bowed towards Rael, then gave another small bow towards Regnar on his way out. Regnar closed the doors right behind him and approached Rael, who now stood up from his desk.

"Did spending all the time bashing swords with recruits and runts deprive you of all the mannerism we have taught you?" Rael was the first to speak. His anger was so different from Regnar's. It made Anken's hackles stand on his neck. Even more when Rael's eyes set themselves over him and Emett.

"Oh, shut up, Rael. This isn't the time for you to pick on me and my habits. We have very, very urgent news regarding the dragons. Those sneaky lizard fuckers!"

Regnar pretty much slammed the desk, but Rael's poisonous stare just intensified.

"I would advise you to keep your voice down. They might be dragons, but they're still our guests. And they're royalty, too. If they hear you say things like that they'll use it as grounds of insult towards us."

It was Regnar's turn to growl. The heavy, loud kind he usually let out when he was angry. "Nevermind any of that! What the dragons are doing is a whole lot worse than just insulting us! C'mon Anken, tell 'im!"

Anken's ears folded back. "What? Me, my lord?"

"Yeah! You know how to tell all the details! C'mon, speak up, don't be afraid!" Regnar came up to him and pretty much pushed him to step forward. Rael's eyes set themselves over him and the coyote could pretty much feel that piercing glare studying him from head to toe.

"I've been told you've been releasing prisoners, too. Is this the coyote that had been arrested? You're barging in here to make me hear out a prisoner? These wrinkled clothes can't fool me. He's a coyote, he's no noble."

"Nevermind that!" Regnar growled. "Hear him out!"

Anken cleared his throat. "It all started when lord Regnar received a message from a slave, claiming the castle was in danger. I followed the leads and met another slave..."

Anken told Rael the whole tale. At a certain point, the anger started dissipating from the brown wolf's face and, in turn, gave way to an extremely serious expression. Anken told him about his meeting with Raenn, though he left the details about how he'd gotten away with him out, of course. He told him about Zeke, about everything the slave had said and how it all added up to prove that the prince Raenn that was wandering around the castle really wasn't the real one. Emett stepped in. He too told Rael about his time being the dragon lord's prisoner and everything that had been said to him, both by the dragon lord himself and by Amaran, the dragon official they had captured on the way back. Rael listened to all of it with attention. When they were done, the wolf seemed to be deep in thought, arms crossed and leaning against the desk.

"This is an incredibly serious accusation. If all of this is really true, we'd have grounds for justified war. Of course, that is to be avoided, but it cannot go unpunished. To think they'd dare to try something like that right here..."

Anken nodded. "I assume their main target is king Ruvel. I fear they might try to swap him with an imposter as well. It baffles me that they haven't yet. Or at least... I hope so. We should let the king know right away, my lord."

Rael looked at him. The prince's look was still firm, but he nodded in understanding. "I will have them bring him here at once. We will need the guards. We have to discuss how to best approach this thoroughly. Any harsh moves against the dragons might give them grounds to turn it around on us as threatening them while under our care, which cannot happen."

While Rael spoke, he headed towards the door. Opening it, he talked to one of the guards, who bowed and went away at once.

"Care? Do you really think they deserve care after what they've done? They have some of ours in their custody! I bet that if we break into their room we'll find all sorts of shady stuff in there!"

It was Emett's turn to step up. "My lord, I've been given to understand that they have several guards under their influence as well. Lord Rael is right, we have to be careful. If word spreads about this too fast, I fear to think about what some of them will do."

Regnar slammed the table again, growling.

Rael stepped back in. "Your captain sees sense. An admirable trait. Don't worry. They will not get away with this. We will get them and save Raenn and Rowell as well. Where is the real Raenn right now, anyways? You said you 'saved' him from a slave? And even the slave master is in with the dragons?"

Anken was stiff. He lowered his head. "I... I don't know, my lord. When the guards came to arrest me, I tried to protest. When I looked, Raenn was gone."

Rael seemed disappointed, but shook his head. "If he is in the castle, we'll find him."

Regnar, Rael and even Emett talked about how they could mobilize the guards, but Anken took a step back. He stood there, watching, his mind racing. He glanced at the door every now and then, nervous. Finally, he gathered the courage to step up and interrupt the discussion.

"The king is taking too long. We should go see him."

All three wolves looked at him. Regnar scratched his head.

"I've had him summoned in dire urgency. The guard will even wake him up, if necessary. Knowing Ruvel, I assume it might be," Rael explained.

"But what if they already... you know... if it's not really him? Will we be able to tell?" Regnar asked.

"And what if that guard is corrupt? What if he doesn't go call the king, but warns the dragons instead?" Emett suggested.

"I haven't told him what our business is about, obviously," Rael corrected Emett first. "And I think we'll be able to tell our elder brother from an imposter once we see him, don't you think?"

That seemed to satisfy Regnar and Emett, but Anken was still anxious.

"We have to go see the king," the coyote announced, despite the discussion. He went towards Regnar and pulled at the big wolf's arm, but Regnar didn't move. He just stared at Anken confused.

"Whaddya talking about? Didn't Rael just say it's better to wait?"

Anken pulled him harder towards the door. All eyes were set upon him. He had no choice, he had to stop. He matched Rael's eyes and he still couldn't quite shake off the serious, scary presence he gave away.

"He's not lord Rael. He's an imposter too."

All the ears in the room perked up. Emett took a step back from Rael, Regnar just looked shocked and Rael didn't move, he just narrowed his eyes.

"What?" Regnar asked, confused.

"How dare you accuse me of something like that?" Rael seemed angry, but his voice was controlled and cold. Anken couldn't help but lower his ears.

"That's why you don't want us to go see the king, isn't that right? Because you didn't really summon him, did you?" Anken was nervous, but he was sure of himself. Going against a prince, even if he believed was a fake one, was harder than he thought.

"Preposterous. I gave you sound reasoning as to why it's better to wait, and yet you accuse me? It's no wonder you were in prison. In fact, I'm starting to doubt the veracity of your story in its entirety."

Regnar put his hand over the coyote's shoulders, even with Anken still grabbing his arm. The big wolf wasn't moving, but he looked at Anken with concern.

"What are you talking about, lil' 'yote? You see, that's exactly the kind of shit Rael would say. I really don't think he's an imposter."

"See?" Rael still sounded angry.

Anken shook his head.

"You made a mistake," he started, eyes set upon Rael once more. "I told you everything and it was all true, but you said we had to hurry and save lord Raenn and lord Rowell, except I never told you that Rowell was also in danger because my source for that was.. err.. doubtful. That means you either inferred it or already knew about it, but if you had assumed it, it stands to reason that you would be concerned for young prince Revis as well, which you aren't."

The whole room stood in silence for a few seconds. Rael's eyes narrowed themselves further. Regnar seemed stunned and Emett looked torn.

"Tsc. Lowborns should know their place. Being too clever will only get you killed," Rael finally said, leaning against the desk calmly. "It hardly matters now. That you got Regnar involved is indeed a pity, but it's nothing that can't be dealt with."

Regnar's ears stood up. He took a step forward, eyes wide. "Wait, what are you saying?"

"To make things clear, I am not an imposter," Rael continued. "Do you really think anyone would have the capacity to mimic everything I do? No. I assure you, I'm in full awareness of everything and, trust me, it's for the best."

Regnar seemed even more confused. The big wolf's ears were folded back and it was strange for Anken to see him so out of control of things.

"I don't understand," Regnar said, nervous, but Anken's hand on his arm tightened the grip. The coyote had a serious expression to himself.

"He's working with them," Anken explained. "He's working with the dragons in all of this, that's what he's saying."

Regnar's shock was obvious and Emett's just as well. Regnar shook his head vehemently.

"No, that can't be right! That can't be it. Rael might be a stuck up asshole, but he's always worried about the kingdom above everything! Ain't that right, brother? That's not what you're saying, is it?" Regnar looked at Rael again, his eyes were almost wet, as if he was pleading instead of asking.

"Why do you always have to be so crude, little brother? Rael's question came with a soft smile. "You see, I am looking after the kingdom. I am merely making sure we have a competent, capable king who takes all of the responsibilities of his duty seriously."

Regnar didn't seem satisfied at all with the answer. He still looked completely lost.

"I don't get it. King?"

Anken, on the other hand, took the few seconds to think. He had to step up once again.

"It adds up," the coyote said. "I get it that they targeted lord Raenn first because he was easier, but once they had him, they could have moved up to king Ruvel. I didn't understand why they hadn't done it yet, but now I do. They don't intend to swap king Ruvel with a fake. They... no, he wants to get rid of the king altogether, so he can step up and take his place as the next heir. That's it, isn't it?"

Regnar didn't seem like he could even process the whole thing. The big wolf just stared at Anken, lost. Rael's smile got a little wider, however. He didn't seem worried at all.

"Not bad. It looks like you decided to fuck a smart slave this time, Regnar."

Regnar growled. The big wolf took a step forward with a growl so loud that even Anken and Emett flinched. Rael's smile faded, the brown wolf pressing himself back against the desk behind him, growing serious.

"That can't be true! I can't believe you'd do that! You're trying to get Ruvel killed?! Just so you can be the official king?!"

"Not killed," Rael said, shaking his head slowly. "Just out of the picture. I'm not a murderer, and he's still my brother, after all."

It was Emett's turn to step up. The grey wolf was snarling as well, some teeth showing. "With the dragons? Do you have any idea about what the dragons do to their prisoners?!"

"Sacrifices are necessary," Rael said, with a shrug. His usual calmness and control were there again, which only served to anger Regnar further. The black wolf growled loud once more. "'The wisest decision is not always the easiest one', our father used to say."

"Don't!" Regnar pretty much shouted. "Don't you dare bring our father's name into this! If he was alive to see what you're doing..."

"He'd disapprove," Rael intervened to complete the sentence. "And yet deep down, he'd know it was right. We need a better king, one that can lead the wolf kingdom to the glory it deserves."

"And you think that allying with dragons is gonna get us that?!" Regnar shouted again.

"I will deal with the dragons when the time comes," Rael said, waving the concern away. "I am not foolish enough to trust them entirely. The kingdom will thrive without Ruvel and if you know what's good for you, you'll side with me in this, Regnar. I had plans for you, but if you can't collaborate..."

Anken was very worried. Regnar was fuming, his eyes were reddened with fury and the wolf huffed with every breath. The coyote hugged Regnar's arm where the wolf's fist was clenched shut and pulled him, but the wolf didn't even budge.

"My lord, we have to get out of here. He did send the guard away, I suspect he called the dragons. We have to get to the king before they get here!" Anken spoke with urgency, but Regnar wasn't having it.

"To the hell with those dragons!" Regnar said, shoving the coyote away a few steps. The black wolf stepped forward towards Rael, whose cocky face finally broke into one of worry. The brown wolf barely had time to cower before Regnar's punch stroke him straight on his muzzle's side. It was strong enough to take Rael down, who fell to the floor with a whimper. It even took a few moments before the wolf managed to sit back up, paw coming up to rub his hurt muzzle.

"I see. I didn't expect a fool like you to be able to see the big picture," Rael said. He was regaining his composure, but his voice still trembled a little. It looked like it hurt.

"You fucker!" Regnar said, stepping up to grab Rael by his shirt and forcing the wolf to stand up. Rael's demeanor faltered again, the wolf looking worried. One of his arms came up to protect his face.

"Guards!"

As soon as the brown wolf shouted it, the office's door opened. Four armored wolves were standing there, all with the typical halberds the high-ranking guards of the throne room usually wielded, looking concerned. Anken realized they were probably listening in considering how loud Regnar had been shouting.

"Take hold of my brother! He's lost his senses!" Rael sounded genuinely scared. Regnar was still snarling, sharp teeth on full display when he looked back towards the guards. Anken had never seen him so angry before, and he was worried. The guards only hesitated for a moment. All four of them advanced upon the black wolf.

"Don't you dare! HE is the traitor here!" Regnar shouted again. He turned towards Rael and seemed just about ready to punch him again, but the wolves got to him. All three jumped over him, trying to hold him down, but Regnar pretty much howled in anger.

It was a struggle. The three wolves advanced upon Regnar and, though Anken stepped back, completely unfit for fighting, captain Emett did not. He stepped in alongside Regnar, but the fight was anything but fair. The guards were wearing proper armor and, most importantly, they had their halberds, whereas Emett and Regnar were completely unarmed. Though Emett tried to fight it, he soon got two halberds pointed at his chest and neck, which forced him to stop. The guards were more careful with prince Regnar. They obviously didn't want to hurt him and he took full advantage of that. Though the large halberds worked well both as signal of high status and to fight inside the large, tall throne room, inside this office their size was a liability. Regnar used that advantage to actually pull on one of the long shafts, evading its dangerous point and, in turn, bringing the wolf closer to him. He managed to twist the weapon out of the wolf's arm and, with teeth and claw alone, tear his uniform and even draw blood.

The aggressive maneuver had one of the guards taking care of Emett come help his fellows and, with less care for the prince's well concern, they fought on harder. Even with Regnar being who he was, Anken could tell that his blind rage was getting in the way. In the end, even he couldn't fight off three armed guards.

They took him down, with his stomach against the floor and once they did, managed to twist his arms behind his back. With a halberd pressing against the back of the prince's neck, one of the wolves kneeled right over Regnar's back, keeping the big wolf down. Even after he had been defeated, Regnar kept struggling and growling like mad as if he still wanted to advance upon Rael. With two of the guards of the guards holding Regnar down, the third one stood behind and tore up a piece of his sleeve so that he could bandage up his clawed, bleeding arm.

"LET! ME! GO! I WILL HAVE ALL OF YOU ARRESTED FOR TREASON ALONGSIDE THIS PIECE OF SCUM!" Regnar shouted and growled.

Rael stood up straight and dusted off his clothes. The wolf went as far as smiling down at Regnar, who howled with anger and renewed his efforts in struggling.

"As you can see, my brother is completely out of himself, as usual. Too much drinking, I assume," Rael said with his calm demeanor. The obvious bruise on his muzzle helped make his case.

"LIAR! YOU TRAITOROUS PIECE OF SHIT!"

Anken was stunned. For once, he didn't know what to do, but he was very, very concerned for Regnar's sake. His eyes met Emett's, who was hard-pressed against the wall with the halberd's edge right against his throat. The grey wolf kept staring at Regnar's struggle. Anken could tell he was as torn as he was. Should they help in fighting? Regnar seemed like he could just kill Rael right there, which would not be any good at all. Anken looked towards the door and made a silent nod towards it to Emett. If they could reach the king... He couldn't leave Regnar behind. The coyote, nervous as he was, ran across the room and jumped over the back of the guard holding Emett hostage. The wolf grunted. The halberd lowered, he tried to shrug the coyote off.

"Go! Find the king! Warn him!" Anken urged out loud. Emett seemed torn for a second, his ears folding back, but he nodded and turned towards the door at once.

"Seize him!" Rael ordered immediately. Two of the wolf guards were still having a hard time just keeping Regnar down even with the leverage they had on him, but the third one with a bandaged arm jumped over Emett close to the door. The guard took the grey wolf down with him. Loud growling followed up as both wolves struggled against each other on the floor, while the one that Anken was trying to hold off managed to push him back with little effort and advance upon him, holding him as well.

At least, when Anken looked again, Emett was getting up, panting, and the other wolf was groaning on the floor, hunched over. They exchanged a glance once more and then Emett ran out through the door. Rael growled and Anken smiled in relief, but it was very short lived. Very much so.

"Let me go! Traitors!" It was Emett's voice. Two more wolf guards came through the door holding Emett down, who struggled hard to get out of their grip. Another guard followed, and then, much to Anken's dismay, two dragons came right after them. One of them he recognized as Lord Slyvre, the dragon lord he and Regnar had met on the reception, but the other one he didn't. He had silvery, white scales and his clothes were just as regal as his companion's.

"What's all this commotion? We caught a fleeing rat on our way here. Are you losing control over things too, lord Rael?" It was the first dragon, Slyvre, speaking. He had the very same arrogance he had at the party. Anken's ears went down flat. Things were turning out really bad.

"You really ARE working with them! You dirty FUCKER!" Regnar shouted through his growling again, struggling once more even if he was panting hard. The wolf guard that had come with the dragons saw the struggle of the previous two in holding him down and came in to help, which eliminated any chances the black wolf had of breaking free.

"A minor setback. This is collateral from your slip-ups regarding Raenn and the slave. These three almost figured things out, but there's nothing to worry about. It's under control." Rael was calm again. Even distressed as he was, Anken had to admit there was a little bit of admiration at how the wolf prince could keep his composure and status even in a situation like that. Anken was held up by the guard, who kept his arms well behind his back with strength alone. Strength the scrawny coyote could not match. His mind was racing looking for answers, but could come up with none. His eyes met the dragons'. A spark of recognition ran through them and Slyvre smiled.

"Ah, if it isn't the daring little coyote that spoke against me. Defending his little angry prince even now, I see. What a fortunate turn of fate this is, don't you think?" Amusement was seething through the dragon's voice.

Emett, on the other hand, managed to free one of his arms held by the guards. The wolf almost managed to make a run for it, but he was caught the guards again before he could really run. It served to turn both dragons' attention to him.

"Isn't it lucky that you would find your little pet here, out of all places, Deveth?" The first dragon was still as amused as before as he spoke.

"Indeed, indeed. So much trouble to find my little dog," the second dragon said. His voice was rougher, but the tone of arrogance was right there. The dragon approached Emett and, when he did, the grey wolf's tail went straight between his legs. His ears went flat to his head. The wolf seemed deadly scared of that dragon, though Anken could not tell why, exactly.

"You made me come all the way here just to find you. How did you get into the castle without me knowing, I wonder? It was Rose's interference again, wasn't it? We picked up traces of his magic all over the castle this morning." The dragon's claws came to caress Emett's chest, which had the wolf pushing back against the guards holding him down to get away, even if it was just a light touch. "Don't worry. We'll take safety measures to make sure he won't take you from me again."

"No! Get away from me!" Emett seemed genuinely afraid. He was struggling so hard that even two of the guards were having some trouble holding him down.

"We have a whole lot of punishment due for your antics, Dog. I'm very eager to get started," the dragon said with a grin that sent chills down even Anken's spine.

"Take your pet," Slyvre, the first dragon lord, said. "I can take care of this little mess myself."

The white dragon nodded. He stepped away from Emett to head out the door without worrying at all. The grey wolf struggled even harder to keep the guards from taking him.

"No! Please, no! Anything but him!" Emett tried to bite, to claw, to do anything, but the wolves had his arms well secured. As he was being dragged away from the room, however, he still looked at the coyote. "Anken! I figured it out! It's the armbands! The armbands are doing something to the guards!"

Anken saw a displeased expression on the first dragon lord in regards to that, which was enough to confirm the veracity of Emett's words, even as he was dragged away. Anken's eyes ran through the room and, indeed, in one of the guards taking Emett away a black leather armband could be seen on his arm and another one was present in the wolf guard that had fought Regnar and tore out his sleeve. He guessed the ones holding Regnar and were better dressed had them under their clothes as well, but he had little hope of taking these out all by himself.

The door was closed behind them. It left only the first dragon lord, Anken, Rael and the four guards in the room, three holding Regnar and one taking care of Anken. The coyote was fearing for his and even Regnar's safety. The dragons and the prince were aware that they knew too much. Regnar was still clearly overtaken by anger, but he had ceased struggling so much for the moment. The big wolf was breathing so heavily that there was some drool on the floor around his muzzle. The arm twisted behind his back look like it hurt, too. Anken decided to try a rather desperate move.

"Can't you see what's going on here? The whole kingdom might be in jeopardy! How can you help these dragons? Prince Regnar is on the side of justice here!" His protests were directed at the guards. There was some struggling alongside it, the coyote trying to get away from his own hold, but the guard holding him down just twisted his arm and pulled it so roughly that a loud whimper came from the coyote, not used to pain.

"Don't you DARE touch him!" Regnar said from underneath, renewing some of his struggles and taking the guard's attention. The whole experience served to prove Emett's theory further. The guards weren't saying anything, they barely looked like they were properly conscious. The look the guard had given him seemed... empty? It was hard for Anken to describe, and yet they didn't seem to have any problems following the dragons or lord Rael's orders to the letter.

"Does the feared prince and military commander have a soft spot for this little coyote noble?" The dragon's question came with a chuckle, full of amusement. Anken glared at him.

"Noble? Please. I looked him up when I got notice of his arrest. He's just a small scribe. The notion of a coyote with some level of nobility is laughable." This time it was Rael speaking. He didn't look concerned at all anymore even if his own brother looked like he wanted to just kill him. He acted like it was all business.

"Ah, I see. So then the prince is fond of a commoner? That makes things even more interesting." The dragon's grin towards Anken made the coyote lower his ears. His mind was working as fast as it could, trying to find a solution for this, but Anken found himself backed into a corner with no escape.

"My little brother always had the embarrassing habit of fucking the wrong kind of people," Rael said, looking down at Regnar, who just let out a guttural growl in response.

"Hmm. Is 'fucking' really the only thing happening here?" The dragon's eyes were set upon the coyote, staring at him with a scary glimmer. He approached the coyote, step by step, while taking something from the inner pockets of his fine robes. Anken pressed back against the guard holding him, his ears simply sprawled back all the way when the big dragon got too close. Rael's ears perked up as well, his eyes narrowed.

"It better be. Even Regnar isn't stupid enough to mix himself with commoners," Rael replied, looking down at his brother.

"You shut the FUCK up!!" Regnar growled and struggled again, though the exhaustion was clearly taking a toll on the black wolf. The wolf with his knee upon his back and holding his arm pressed his neck down, forcing his head against the ground and bringing a painful grunt from Regnar.

"You can't hurt him!" Anken said with worry. That only brought everyone's attention back to him.

"You see this? I saw them at the reception. They left together," the dragon continued. Anken was very wary of him. The dragon was dextrous with his big clawed fingers, but Anken saw that he was holding two very small vials, both full of tiny leaves stuck inside them, of which he pulled some out. Two from the first one and a single one from the second. "You, wolf," the dragon said, nodding towards the guard holding Anken down. "Open his muzzle."

"Don't touch him! I swear I'll KILL each and every one of you if you touch him!"

Before Anken could fight it, the guard brought his free paw up pry his muzzle open with his fingers. The coyote started shaking his head to break free, but the dragon promptly shoved the herbs he had been holding down his gullet, right against his throat in one quick movement that made him cough and gag. "Now make sure he swallows," he ordered right afterwards, which had the guard shifting to hold his muzzle closed instead. Anken did his very best not to swallow any more than he had already had. That could be poison, for all he knew, but when the wolf closed his nose as well he had little choice. He held back, but he couldn't breath, and finally he had to swallow just so he could gasp for breath again, ears down, defeated.

"You fucking bastards! He has nothing to do with this! You COWARDS! This is between you and me! Fight me! I'll rip all of your throats open!" Regnar, seeing all of that, was struggling more and more, even if he looked tired. Even the three guards were starting to have trouble to hold him down again. One of them had to give the wolf a kick to his side, but that only brought an angry growl from the big wolf. The guard had to use both of his hands just to keep the prince's arm behind his back, his large muscles bulging with effort.

"How troublesome," the dragon commented with a bothered sigh. Two more herbs, Anken was keen to observe, one from each vial. The leaves were small, they looked like they were mostly roots and they were wet with liquid from inside their vials. He handed them over to one of the guards holding the black wolf down. "Make sure he swallows these."

"Don't hurt Regnar," Rael was quick to point out. "He might be a fool, but he's still a prince and my brother. He will come to his senses at some point, one way or another."

"Nothing to worry about. These will only weaken them, among other things. I'm merely making a point. You see just how troubled he is?" The dragon still held that smug grin over his face. He brought his paw up to touch the held coyote's chest, to which Anken growled, and slowly trailed a claw down to his stomach. Regnar took the bait. He growled and struggled with increased rage. The wolves holding him tried to hold his muzzle open with their hands, but they were failing. It took a blow to his side to stagger him enough for him to be able to shove it in without the risk of losing a finger. Regnar struggled against it, of course, but he seemed more interested in what was happening to Anken than with himself. When the wolf finally let go of his muzzle, he did sputter out bits of green, but not nearly enough. His focus was on the dragon again.

"DON'T touch him! I'll kill you! I'll kill you and every last one of you dirty lizards!" Regnar was pretty much shouting. The wolves over him were grunting with effort.

"Please, my lord, just calm down! It's alright! That's what they want! He's just trying to show his s-" Though Anken spoke towards Regnar with concern, he never expected the hard slap he got from the dragon across his muzzle, bringing out a whimper from him.

"Quiet. I've had enough of your silly show of cleverness." The dragon looked only mildly annoyed. The slap had hurt. Anken's muzzle was left aching. Regnar, on the other hand, pretty much howled in rage. He shook one of the wolves off, who almost stumbled even if he was pretty much sitting over the black wolf. The one holding his arm put high pressure over the back of his neck, keeping him down. Regnar was panting hard, harder than before.

Anken found himself panting as well. He was feeling hot, he noticed, increasingly so. His wrinkled clothes started to feel a little constraining. The coyote found his arms heavier as well, or was it just an impression? Was it because of the slap? No, he knew it must be the herbs. The dragon hadn't fed them those for nothing. He had something in mind. Anken started to have an idea of what it could be when he started feeling the heat concentrating between his legs.

The coyote's tongue was lolling out of his muzzle and a small bulge appeared between his legs. Though Regnar didn't seem any less enraged, his struggle was beginning to fade as well. The wolves over him having regained control, he still jerked back and forth in some feeble attempts to free himself, but he was hard-pressed against the ground.

"What did you do to us?!" Anken dared to ask. Part of him was afraid he'd get another slap, but the dragon just smirked confidently in his arrogance.

"Just a little help. I think it's time to teach you not to meddle in the affairs of your betters." The dragon stepped forward, hand coming up. That made Anken flinch and turn his muzzle away retreating against the bigger wolf guard behind him that still held him still, but that hand simply caressed his muzzle, feeling up the slightly bruised part. Anken growled at the overly intimate, invasive touch, but he was trying to deal with the herbs' effect. The hotness was spreading, but it was definitely forced arousal. He could feel himself embarrassingly hard in his pants for no reason and his legs shaking a little. As if just standing up was an effort in itself.

"DO NOT TOUCH HIM!" Regnar mustered up the energy to shout, even though he seemed to be in the same state of exhaustion.

"You see, Rael? There's something else in here," the dragon said, grinning. Lord Rael simply shook his head.

"Disappointing. You can do whatever you please with the coyote. I have no desire to stay and watch," the brown wolf simply said with a sigh. "There's a lesson to be learned here, brother. Commoners come and go. A prince such as yourself has no place being involved with one in any way. Learn to know your place."

Rael's words were cold and direct. Anken's ears folded themselves back, but Regnar simply snarled.

"Go to hell!" The black wolf growled. Even that looked like an effort for him now. He looked exhausted, and Anken deduced it had to be the herbs' doing. Rael just shrugged.

"Have Regnar taken to the dungeon when you're done with this... lesson or whatever. It won't be the first time my 'drunk' brother embarrasses the family by being sent there to cool down for a while anyways. Do whatever you please with the coyote, but again, don't hurt my brother." Rael spoke of their fate so casually. He headed towards the door without a single glance back at them.

"You'll pay for this, Rael!! I'll make you eat every single word of yours! You hear me? YOU HEAR ME?!" Regnar looked extremely mad just to see him go. Before long, the office's door had closed and they were left there with the dragon and the four wolf guards, three of which holding Regnar down firmly and one still holding Anken, though that was hardly necessary with how exhausted the coyote felt. He knew running was already out of the table.

"Well well, it looks like it's just us now," the dragon said as soon as prince Rael had walked out. His hand went down to Anken's chest, feeling his fur through his clothes. Anken growled again and turned away, but he couldn't do more than press himself back against the chest of the larger wolf behind him.

"Your plan won't work," Anken said, defying the dragon. "We'll find a way to stop it. You won't get control of the kingdom!"

The dragon just chuckled.

"Oh, it's already working. It won't be long now. We'll have control over this whole kingdom of mutts and the best part? The other kingdoms won't even see the scale of power tipping in our favor." Slyvre's smile turned into a grin.

"You really think that lord Rael will just let you do as you please?" Anken growled in reply. It brought a snort from the dragon.

"Please. You wolves are so easy to control. We're getting better and better at it." The dragon took a step back from the coyote. "You want to see? You." The dragon pointed at the guard holding Anken down again. "Get rid of the little coyote's clothes."

There wasn't even a second of hesitation. The moment the order was issued, the wolf guard, without saying anything, took hold of Anken's shirt and pulled it up. The coyote tried to resist and pull away, but all that managed to do was cause the cloth to rip, opening up a big gash that made it easy for the wolf to pull it off of his head. Though he tried to fight back, he couldn't muster up the strength to do absolutely anything against the wolf that was already superior to begin with.

The wolf had to push him down towards the floor to rip and pull his pants off, but after a little bit of a struggle and with Regnar growling fiercely on the background, Anken was left on the floor and got back up to his knees, both paws covering up his crotch, where his member stood fully hard in what he was also sure it was the herbs' effect as well. The dragon looked down at him with the same arrogant smirk.

"Get away from him! If you touch him again, I'll kill you! I swear by my honor, I'll find you and fuckin' kill you!" That was Regnar again. It hurt Anken to watch how the black wolf kept trying and trying, but the wolves weren't having any problems holding him down now. If Regnar's limbs were as weak as Anken felt his own, it was no wonder.

"Tsc. Silence the noisy prince. Hold his muzzle down." Again, as soon as the order was issued, one of the wolves' paw came to clamp the prince's muzzle shut. Regnar shook his head with a series of muffled complaints, but it was hopeless.

"It's just you and me now, little coyote." The dragon smirked and took a step closer again. Anken's ears went right down. He was feeling extremely vulnerable, naked as he was, and on top of that the heat through his body was enough to make his member start dripping precum even if the situation couldn't be further away from an arousing one. He stayed down, sitting on the floor and looking up at the dragon. Even getting up felt like an effort in his current, weakened state.

"What do you intend to accomplish?" Anken asked. "Angering lord Regnar further will not help your cause at all. I'm... I'm not a slave." The last comment came because Anken had little doubts about what kinds of things the dragon intended to do.

"Oh, please, I couldn't care less about the third prince's approval on such matters. It's become quite clear that a little... 'help' might be necessary to get him to cooperate." The dragon's voice was filled with amusement, bringing a muffled growl from the black wolf on the floor. "You have to understand that all you mutts are slaves. Wolves, coyotes... You lot give such importance to these details, but in the end it's all the same for us. I'll show you just how far I can take this."

Anken said nothing. He realized there was no reasoning with the dragon, at least not considering his arrogance and the position of power he was in. The dragon pointed at the wolf guard standing right behind him. The grey wolf watched the whole thing and never spoke a word.

"You, wolf, take off your own clothes and armor." Once again, as soon as the order was issued, the wolf simply started taking everything off. He undid the clasps of his armor, putting the pieces aside, then took off his shirt. Anken thought he saw a subtle hint of hesitation when the wolf took hold of his pants, but those went down as well soon enough. The light grey wolf soon stood there completely naked, furry sheath and balls fully exposed, but he didn't look like he cared too much about the lack of decency on his part. The only thing he didn't take off was the small, black leather armband around his left arm. It confirmed Anken's suspicion and Emett's theory. The dragons were doing something to those select guards and who knew how many others.

"Help our little friend stand up," the dragon said, smiling wide. The wolf did as he was told, lifting Anken by the scruff of his neck to force him to stand right up against the dragon. Anken's ears were folded back entirely, his tail slightly tucked between his legs. There was no use in hiding he was scared. He gave Regnar a small glance, but having their eyes meet just made the black wolf helplessly try to get free once more.

"Are you interested in males?" The dragon asked the guard. The wolf's eyes were full of confusion and, looking up close, it was like he couldn't focus them in anything. He shook his head, however. The dragon just snorted. "It matters not. Kiss him."

The order surprised Anken. Within a moment, the wolf twisted him around and was forcing himself upon him, muzzle pressing against his so that he could push his tongue inside. The coyote turned his muzzle away and resisted, but the wolf kept holding the back of his head through his scruff. Though the coyote held his eyes shut and didn't reciprocate at all, the effect was there. Regnar's struggling got wilder and wilder watching the whole thing until his breath could be heard coming from his nose from how tired he was, but he kept going. The dragon just grinned watching the whole thing. It didn't last that long until he brought a hand up and waved it in dismissal.

"That's quite enough," he said, and the wolf pulled back immediately. Anken's rock hard member was pressed between both bodies due to the herb's effect and the touch alone was feeling quite intense, though he was doing his best not to show it. None of that was because of the kiss, it was all the herbs. The wolf guard's sheath, however, remained the same. No signs of arousal whatsoever. Anken saw the dragon studying that. "Natural urges and tastes are hard to bring forth," the dragon said with a mumble, mostly to himself. "Make yourself hard," the dragon ordered the wolf.

As soon as he did, the wolf let go of Anken's scruff to obey. The coyote promptly took a step back and rubbed the back of his hand against his muzzle to take the taste away. He went as far as coughing a little. The wolf was shamelessly pulling his sheath back, coaxing his member to get harder, which seemed to be working, albeit slowly. The coyote's eyes went straight to the door. Could he run away, he wondered? He couldn't leave Regnar behind, even if there was nothing he could do for him. Weakened as he was, he wouldn't outrun anyone. Anken cursed inside his mind.

The dragon grunted in annoyance. "Useless wolves," he said. He brought forth one of the vials, pulled out three little leaves, much like he had done before, and brought them up right against the wolf guard's nose.

"Open," he ordered, and the wolf opened his muzzle. He shoved them inside himself. "Swallow."

The wolf did. The dragon's eyes went back to the coyote. "Pin him down against the floor. You're going to be fucking him," the dragon said, completely blunt about it. Anken couldn't even express his surprise about it and the wolf was already upon him. He stood absolutely no chance in keeping the wolf from forcing him to kneel, then getting behind him and forcing his neck down until he had his muzzle pressed against the floor much like Regnar did. The wolf took hold of his tail, making sure his ass was still up in the air right against his crotch. Anken did try to pull himself up, but he was no match for the guard's strength, at least not in his current state. Regnar was active once again, muffled sounds coming from the black wolf.

Worse yet, the wolf holding him down quickly started to pant. Anken took no time to figure out that he must be feeling as hot as he was or maybe even more considering the dragon had fed him three whole leaves. It was confirmed right away when he felt something hard rubbing against his rump. The dragon stepped around them just so he could stand right in front of Anken, looking down at him.

"Not so clever now, are you? Tell me, was it worth playing your little games with me back at the reception?"

Anken couldn't answer and there was no point in doing so. The coyote grunted. He was actively trying to get away from the wolf, but it was like his muscles has no strength at all. The wolf kept him down with absolutely no effort.

"Fuck him hard. Pretend he's the bitch you've always wanted. Put all of that arousal into it."

The dragon's orders were loud and clear. The wolf took them quite literally. With a little straightening and properly lining it up, Anken felt the wolf's member spearing through him. Both him and the canine grunted. Going in dry like that must not have been comfortable even for the wolf, but he was obeying orders. Anken felt his tailhole forcefully spreading around the invading cock, but all he could do was grit his teeth and close his eyes shut.

"S-STOP!" It was Regnar. Anken looked at the side to see he had freed his muzzle somehow, but the wolves were already taking hold of it again. The prince shook them wildly, struggling with everything he had. The dragon chuckled at his efforts, which only angered him even further.

The wolf shoved a few more inches of his member inside at once and, again, Anken had to just grunt loudly. Much to his shame, his own member was bobbing between his legs. Despite all the pain, the arousal he felt was immense. It at least helped dull it, turning it into an enjoyment he didn't want to feel, but couldn't avoid. The wolf behind him wasn't as big as Regnar had been, but Anken was still not experienced at all in being on the bottom like that. The prince had also at least been gentle with him, while this wolf, following the dragon's orders, seemed just intent on sating his own needs.

The wolf pulled back, only to plunge back in and start a steady rhythm of fucking way before Anken was ready for it. The coyote was forced to claw at the floor, grunting and groaning with each thrust. There was a hefty amount of precum, at least. Even if he declared he wasn't interested in males, Anken was pretty sure that the herbs the dragon had fed him were enough to make him want to fuck anything he could. The wolf was clearly appreciating how much the coyote's tailhole clenched around his dick. The fucking grew rougher and rougher and it didn't take any long for Anken to start feeling the bulb of the wolf's knot bumping against his entrance every time he went deep enough for it, which was also something happening more and more often.

"Stop," the dragon ordered, all of a sudden. The wolf guard halted at once, with his cock still pulsing halfway inside Anken. When he did, the coyote could hear how much he was panting, he could feel every throb of need from the wolf behind him inside him. He was very glad for the break, the pain still not completely gone, but his own arousal was through the roof, even if Anken did his best not to show it. He knew Regnar was watching, and he knew the dragon was aware of that, too. He was panting himself. The wolf looked like he was making a genuine effort to keep himself still. Low sorts of whines started coming from him and Anken certainly felt his hips moving, if only half an inch, seemingly desperate to keep going. The coyote realized that the three whole leaves he had eaten must have been a considerably stronger dose of whatever it was the dragon was making them take.

"Lean forward. Lift your tail," the dragon ordered again, and the wolf did. He shifted with his cock still buried inside the coyote, which brought another small groan from him. Anken could only watch as the dragon took off some of his own clothes, letting the heavy robes fall down on the floor so that he could undo the laces of his pants underneath and open them to show his own member already hard from the display alone.

The dragon's member was so different. Anken had never seen one before. The dragon lord didn't look ashamed in the least to display his privates. His member was black, which sort of matched his dark green scales, but what mattered the most was that the size was in scale to the dragon's in every way. It certainly matched Regnar's size, perhaps a little bigger considering the dragon was taller than any wolf in the first place. It didn't have a knot at the base, of course, but the small ridges that adorned the length didn't look very inviting. Both Anken and the wolf above him were staring at it and the dragon smirked, as if proud of that fact. Slowly, Slyvre stepped around the pair and knelt down, putting his hand on the wolf guard's rump.

"Have you ever taken a male before?" The dragon's voice was dripping with amusement.

"No," the wolf responded right away.

"Do you want to?"

"No." His voice had a little bit of a whimpering to it, even if the answers were still quick and dutiful.

Anken looked back to see that the dragon was rubbing his hard member against the wolf's backside, teasing, taking advantage of his vulnerability. The wolf's answer didn't matter. The questions didn't matter. The dragon lined himself up and pressed his cock against the wolf, who grunted heavily right above the coyote. Anken couldn't see it, but he could very much guess what was going on. The wolf's hand holding the back of his neck against the floor gripped his fur hard. Very hard. The wolf's breath became ragged and even his cock wavered a little, even if still inside the coyote.

Soon enough, however, Anken had to gasp himself. The dragon pressed himself forward. The wolf whined, but he was forced to press forward as well, sinking the whole of his length that wasn't inside the coyote back in in a single thrust. The dragon wasn't one for ceremony. He started thrusting into the wolf, which at first kept his cock sunk deep into Anken, but the coyote could still feel the force of the dragon's thrusts, pressing that cock against him again.

"Keep fucking the coyote," the dragon ordered. The wolf obeyed right away, pulling back only to thrust back in again, though with the force of two now. The poor wolf had to time his own fucking with the dragon fucking him. By how much he was panting and grunting, it seemed pretty overwhelming, but Anken wasn't having an easy time taking the wolf's cock either. The coyote was back to his low groans. The wolf was going deeper now, forced to do so by the dragon, and every thrust, every pounding against the coyote's prostate made his own member leak down with a small surge of pleasure he didn't want to feel.

"You won't tie with him," the dragon ordered again, this time with his own voice wavering from the effort of fucking the wolf. "Cum, but don't tie. We don't have time for such frivolities." That was the last order the dragon gave for a while. The thrusting became harder, the fucking slowly growing in rhythm, with Anken at the very bottom. His eyes met Regnar's, the wolf full of rage watching the whole thing, huffing through his nose from his closed muzzle. Anken fought an urge to touch his own member. He wouldn't do it, he didn't want to, even if his body craved it because of the herbs. The fucking was intense, the wolf's cock sinking into him again and again, violating him in the most personal level.

It went on for a while. For Anken, it seemed like an eternity, until the wolf gasped. Anken could feel it, too. The dragon's fingers pressing around the wolf's knot, fully engorged and bumping against him with every single deep thrust. That single bit of pressure was enough. Being a canine and having his own knot fully engorged at the base of his cock, which bounced back and forth between his legs, he knew how the sensation would be. Sure enough, it triggered what the dragon must have wanted. The dragon stopped, leaving the wolf hilted inside the coyote while he moaned out loud. Anken could feel the wolf's seed filling him, that big, red canine cock spurting jet after jet of cum and somehow the act felt even more humiliating than the whole fucking itself.

The wolf was barely done when the dragon pulled out of him and, at the same time, pulled him back as well. The wolf's cock left Anken's stretched tailhole with a lewd sound, still spurting the last weak remnants of cum, first over the coyote's furry rump, then over the ground as the dragon simply pushed him away, sending the cumming wolf stumbling on his knees at the side. Anken didn't even have time to get up. The wolf's hands holding him down were quickly replaced by the dragon's. The scaled hands and longer claws hurt against the back of his neck, making him grunt and, though the wolf's cum was just starting to drip down his abused tailhole, he already felt the dragon's hard member pressing against his entrance. The coyote couldn't do much other than grunt.

"Useless wolves," the dragon said. Anken looked back as best as he could, meeting the dragon lord's eyes and watching a grin growing on his muzzle. "Did you enjoy your warm up? Don't you want to thank me for being so generous and preparing you before you could take the size of a true male?"

Anken was panting. He didn't answer. He didn't want to answer. He saw Regnar struggling a little again and he knew he should, too, but he felt too weak to do so.

"You'll..." Anken stammered. It was hard to speak. He felt exhausted and, at the same time, his body was burning up. He had never felt so aroused in his life, and yet he dreaded it.

"What's that, little coyote?"

"You'll fail."

The words were hard to put out for Anken in his current state and with his head pressed against the floor. They worked, though. The dragon's grin wavered, a hint of a frown coming through his face, which was enough to bring the coyote some satisfaction, at least.

The dragon wasted no more time, though. He repositioned himself and pressed the tip of his cock against the coyote's entrance. Anken was forced to grunt. The different in size was noticed right away, the dragon's member stretching him considerably wider than before and, as he kept going forward, the depth surely made a difference as well. The wolf's cum helped ease the entrance, but it didn't feel like it was nearly enough. The dragon went in fast, without mercy, and within seconds he was already pulling out only to plunge back in and start fucking the coyote. There was no regret in Anken for angering the dragon, even if it meant pain and discomfort, but enduring it wasn't easy.

"You think you're so clever," the dragon said between grunts and huffs, never stopping to fuck him. "You think you matter, but you're just a mutt. A lowly dog among dogs. You don't matter to me, you don't matter even to your own kind."

Anken had to keep grunting. The dragon was going too fast, too rough. His own arousal still plagued him, a small pool of pre on the floor underneath his cock, but the rutting was too rough.

"I'll fuck each and every one of your princes the same way I'm fucking you," the dragon continued. He was going faster now, deeper. "I'll make all of them watch, just like your precious lord is watching you right now. I'll make them watch as I fill them up on the ground. I'll make each one of them enjoy it."

The dragon's hand came down. To make his point, he took hold of Anken's cock and started stroking. As much as he hated it all, the stroking alone made him gasp and moan involuntarily. His member felt so very sensitive, his arousal was just so large. It filled Anken with shame. His eyes went through the room. The wolf that had fucked him was sitting there, watching it, his cock still fully hard and dripping between his legs and he panted as if the arousal's effect hadn't left him yet. Regnar was struggling again. A constant, albeit weak effort that the wolves above him, who were also watching everything, had no trouble in keeping at bay. And then there was the dragon, who was smiling wide once more.

"Feel the prince up. Tell me if he's aroused from watching his precious little slave get fucked."

As soon as the dragon's orders were issued, the wolves above Regnar shifted so that they could pass a hand between his legs and feel up his crotch. The black wolf struggled wildly.

"He's hard," the wolf announced. The whole thing had little meaning. Everybody knew the dragon had fed him the herbs that stimulated arousal as well. Yet still, the dragon chuckled at the answer. Anken could see how much pleasure he took in their humiliation, especially as his cock throbbed harder as he kept fucking the coyote.

"You see that? We are not cruel. We'll make sure there'll be plenty of enjoyment for you mutts when you're in your proper place. Underneath us. Serving us, superior dragons.

The dragon lord sped up his fucking. It was obvious he was close, but at the same time, he also sped up his stroking over Anken's cock. His hand went up to give the coyote's sensitive knot a hard squeeze, then kept stroking, then another squeeze. Dragon or not, he knew enough of canine anatomy to know that the pleasure would be unbearable.

Anken held back as much as he could, not wanting to give the dragon the satisfaction, but with the herbs, with the strong stroking, it was inevitable. The coyote stiffled his moan, his face burning with embarrassment as he was forced to cum. His seed splattered against the ground with all of the wolves watching. The dragon kept his cock deep inside him while he cummed and it made the whole thing even more intense, to have the dragon's big member lodged inside his tailhole. The involuntary clenching that followed made the dragon grunt with pleasure himself and, as soon as the waves of unwanted pleasure were almost done coursing through the coyote's body, the dragon resumed his fucking. It felt even worse in his oversensitive state, but Anken could do little more than grunt and whine while the dragon used him for his own pleasure.

It took but mere moments for the dragon to cum as well. Lord Slyvre let out a shameless moan of pleasure when his own member erupted, dumping a second load inside the panting coyote. He made sure to keep his member deep inside while it throbbed, depositing an impressive amount of his own essence deep inside the coyote before he pulled out. His hand came up so that he could milk the last remnants of his orgasm over Anken's fur, pressing him down, forcing him to lie over the pool of his own orgasm as well while the final spurts of the dragon's orgasm splattered across his back. Anken just stayed down. His own cock was still hard, the arousal induced by the herbs wasn't gone, as if one orgasm wasn't enough. It was a cruel herb, Anken thought, while his member was still pressed between his belly and the cold stone floor.

The dragon, though still panting a little, simply stood up, however. He was already pulling his pants up and closing them. His eyes focused on the naked wolf guard sitting on the floor.

"What are you waiting for? Go get dressed." The wolf rushed back to his clothes, even if stuffing his hard cock inside his pants wasn't too easy.

"I'm done here. Take the coyote back to the dungeons. No need to bother giving him clothes. Take the prince down there with him as well, but keep him quiet. We'll need to make sure the wardens are on our side."

All of the wolves moved at once to obey the dragon's orders. Anken felt too exhausted to fight it. He knew he had no chance, at least not right now. Prince Regnar did try to struggle all the time while they shifted him around to drag him away, but the lack of strength was obvious.

Anken's eyes met the black wolf's, but for once, he didn't see only fury in them. He could see pain, too. The dragon had struck them deep, but even if he felt weak and broken, even if he felt sore and humiliated, there was a small fire in him that still burned. A fire that that would only be kindled by such feelings. Now, Anken knew the whole picture. Now, the coyote knew for sure who they had to fight, and even if he was all but limp while the wolf that had just fucked him carried him back to his prison, he was determined. Things would not end like that.