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Shadi snickered as she crept into the guest bedroom, Isiat watching her from the doorframe of the master bedroom, his tails twitching mischievously. The vulpine was always up to no good it felt like, but it suited him so, so very well. He ushered her off into Troy's room with a wave of his way, as if to shoo her away with a conspiratorial grin stretched across his muzzle. Go on, give him one last taste of freedom Isiat thought, smirking inwardly. Today, the real training begins...

Shadi slipped through the slightly cracked doorway, silent as her feline ancestors, her tail giving a single flick to nudge it closed behind herself. No doubt Isiat would be going to organize breakfast for the three of them, while Shadi...

Well, her master had given her something else very important to do.

Her large tail swished slowly behind her as she strode over to where her brother lay sleeping, his body silhouetted by the curtains of the bed. Even the sky outside was still dark, but Shadi was used to getting up with Isiat's internal alarm clock when he told her to. Her brother on the other hand... Well, Troy had always been a heavy sleeper. Once, there had been a car crash on the road just outside of their house. Police, fire, ambulances, sirens, lights, and Troy had slept through the entire incident.

But right now, that suited her just fine... She slipped the curtains aside, crawling up onto the bed while she suppressed a silent giggle, letting her paws stroke over the soft chest fur of her brothers muscled abdomen. He was so alike Isiat, and yet, so different... Both were tall, well build. Both reeked of male, and both of them loved their women... But that was where the similarities ended.

Troy had always been subservient to their father, a good boy who did well in school. Isiat had left his home at 16 to avoid being sent to a boarding school, and joined the military right off the bat. He was a dominant, and the more Shadi looked at Troy, she could tell he wasn't. At least not in the same way that Isiat was...

Her fingers combed through his belt, brushing over his soft, tan and brown fur silently, just enjoying the feel of his chest beneath her paws, and the way the muscles twitched and curled underneath her palms. It's all so... Smooth, and soft... She mused, smiling. Isiat's fur was soft, yet, but it had a certain coarseness to it, the same way a porcupine was smooth when rubbed the right way.

The skin beneath his fur was the same, utterly unblemished, save for a few tiny scars here and there from childhood fights in the schoolyard. Isiat's chest alone had four different knots of flesh, and a jagged line of a scar across his stomach from where 'Terry had shaved a little close'. The others were the reminders of his service time, bullet wounds, small and round and gnarled where they had healed, the scar tissue tender and rough under her fingers. She knew each one by touch, and the stories behind them, but Troy had no such scars, no such tales written into his flesh...

She sighed wistfully, her paws sweeping downwards across his abs, and over the lump of fur covered pouch that was his sheath, her second favorite toy tucked away safely inside. In a minute, brother... I'll wake you up just like we used to. She sighed softly as she slowly slipped a leg over his thighs, straddling his knees with her bathrobe flowing open, exposing her soft breasts to the morning chill, her nipples instantly stiffening to firm little peaks.. But first...

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Troy, for his part, was having a most wonderful dream. It felt as though he was floating, his sister crouching over him and licking her lips in the most eager, hungry, 'come fuck me' kind of way he'd ever seen. His prick throbbed in anticipation, precum leaking down from the barbed, tapering tip of his lion cock, even as Shadi leaned over and lapped the messy dribble up with a sultry purr.

"Ohh... Oh Shadi, Yes~"

"Shhh~ We don't want to wake Isiat up now, do we?" Shadi hissed quietly, and troy blinked, the world suddenly coming back into focus. It was still dark outside. Very dark. Wha- What time is it? He tried to bring his wrist up in front of his muzzle to check, but his arm stopped after moving only an inch with a metallic rattle, cold steel around his wrist keeping his arm down. He glanced over, seeing the long-chained metal cuff binding him, and turned, noticing the same on his other arm as well as his ankles when he tried to move them

"Sh-Shadi? What's going on?" He asked, somewhat more concerned now. Sure, Shadi had been kinky when she'd been younger and still fucking him, but this? This wasn't something he taught her, this was all Isiat's doing.

"Shhh. Relax Troy... Just wanted to have some fun before Isiat spoiled it all..." She smiled, shooting him a sly, knowing wink. "I've got an itch I think you can scratch for me."

Troy looked down over his stomach and past his prick to Shadi, her robes opened and one paw between her legs, splaying her perfect little sex open for his inspection, a needy moan on her lips. "Please big brother?" She batted her eyelashes at him with a soft whine, her middle finger dipping straight into her honeypot only to come away dripping with her own arousal. "It's sooo hot... Can't you feel it?"

As she asked, she shifted forwards, wrapping one paw around Troy's lionhood firmly, the leathery pads already slick with her own arousal. She shifted forwards and adjusted his cock for him, pushing his tip up against her sopping wet snatch, teasing the tip and his barbs up and down the length of her heavenly slit.

"Ahh, Jesus, Shadi... You're going to get me in trouble..." Troy groaned blissfully.

"You're already in trouble silly, so you may as well make the most of it." The cheeky feline pointed out, taking her paws and massaging her breasts, tweaking her own nipples between her thumbs and forefingers just to put on a show for Troy as she rubbed her slit along the length of his swollen, barb covered breeding pole. Up and down, up and down, she teased him mercilessly, smearing her sticky female honey over his maleness until it was glistening in the moonlight shining in through the window.

"No, do you want to fuck me or not brother? Hmmm? You want your little sister's tight cunt?" Shadi laughed in a quiet, sing song voice, just tormenting him in his current position even more than he could take.

"Ahhh~ Yes..." Troy panted, rocking his hips upwards, but only succeeded in fruitlessly grinding himself across her more, the heat and silky smooth texture of her cunt all that he wanted in the world.

"Tell me how much you want it brother, and maybe I'll give it to you."

Somewhere deep in the back of Troy's thoughts, alarm bells were ringing, but god gave man a penis and a brain, but only enough blood to operate one at a time. Shadi had little doubt as to which one was currently in charge of her brother's decision making. It was grinding up between her thighs.

"Ahh~ Please Shadi. Please let me fuck you sister! I can't take it any more! Please Shadi!" He whined, panting loudly in desperation. Shadi smiled, and reached down, wrapping her paw around Troy's shaft tightly, before she nudged it down, guiding the tip to the entryway of her swollen passage.

She shifted slightly, adjusting herself, when Troy shuddered suddenly, something cold and metal clipping around the base of his prick. "Ahh! What is that?"

"Just something fun for you... A cock ring of sorts. Don't worry... I'll warm it up for you." Shadi smiled innocently, and let her hips slide down, impaling herself on her siblings jutting shaft, taking him right to the hilt before she stopped. His cock tip nudged her cervix firmly, and Shadi let out a bliss filled moan, the sweetest sound to Troy's ears, even as Shadi reached down, pressing her paws into his abs as she rocked her hips against him.

"Ahh... God, you get so deep...And these..." She purred out huskily, raising her hips off of him, his little fleshy barbs scratching her all through the depths of her sex in the most intense combination of pleasure and paint in a single motion. When only his tip remained inside of her, she stopped, holding there for a few long moments, just prolonging her brother's torture.

"I absolutely love these... It's just a shame... Mmmhm~ Isiat doesn't have them... Or you don't have a knot..." She sighed wistfully, her slit stretching back out around her brother as she slowly slid down his well greased pole like an exotic dancer, loving the soft, wet slap her hips made when she'd taken him completely inside of her.

Troy's shaft throbbed within his tight sister's snatch, dribbling precum messily against her womb's doorway, turning her sex into a slick, wet mess, just the way he liked her. Ahhh, Christ... Not going to last long like this... He groaned, resigning himself to a quicky with his sister to start the day... He'd thank her more properly later.

"Ahhh, that's it Troy.. Getting nice a pent up for your sissy? Going to give me a nice big load of lion right into this kitty?" She mewled seductively, but Troy was already there, grunting and growling as Shadi rode him with earnest, the little feline bouncing up and down in his lap, alternating between tensing and relaxing her inner muscles to milk her brother's cock dry.

"Ahh~ Fuck, Shadi!" Troy huffed in warning, rattling against his restraints as he desperately tried to grab Shadi's hips and force her down onto his length. Instead, Shadi did the last thing he wanted from her. She stopped completely, and pulled herself off of him, grinning wickedly.

"What? Shadi, No. No! Please sis! I'm so close! Shadi?" Troy was practically begging her, his eyes wide as if terrified that she was going to leave him like that, tied up and aching.

"Mhhm, Patience brother. If you want to stay here, you need to learn two things... Patience..." She trilled, letting her slit rub across her brother's girth's barbs, the jagged, fleshy nubs leaving thin pink scratch marks across her outer lips where they scraped so delightfully.

"Ahhh... And the second, brother... Is manners, or else Isiat will have his belt across your behind and I'll have one less fantasy on my bucket list..." She smirked playfully, sticking her tongue out at him as she rolled her hips agonizingly slowly over him, letting the tip of his length disappear just between the ripping lips of her sex.

"You should... hnnghh... Address him as Sir, always... Always ask for permission to do anything... Touch, lick, suck.... Cum..." She purred sweetly, letting him sink another inch into her hot, tight little fuck box, another hot drizzle of his precum leaking into her.

"And when he's let you.... Always.. Thank you, sir..." She sighed, closing her eyes as she sunk down on her brother's cock completely, a needy moan, hilting him within her twitching and clenching cunt. A sharp hiss tore from her lips, not of pain, but of sheer feline bliss as his barbs scratched down the inside of her passage, making her very core seem to tingle with need.

"Like... For example... Ahh!" Shadi cried out, a little louder than she meant to as she slammed herself down on her brother, loving the look of lust and unrestrained desire on his face as she rode him. "Gah~ Troy... Please may I cum sir?" She whined, her little mismatched eyes meeting his own, a heated flame burning behind the male's pupils, like some feral instinct awoken.

How on earth could I ever say no to that? Troy snickered to himself, figuring he had his little sister's climax completely at his mercy. "Yes Shadi... Do it sis!"

"You may, kitten." Isiat's ice smooth voice made Troy's head snap around, the vulpine standing in the doorframe with a robe lazily pulled around himself, his tails brushing along the floor behind him. "Cum, Shadi."

Shadi let out a feline roar as her orgasm hit her, her little sex clenching down on Troy and his rapidly flaring barbs, his sac tightening against his sheathe as his sisters hungrily sucling passage drew him over his own peak in turn. Except, when his cock throbbed, no relief came. Instead, the pressure just built up at the base of his shaft, just below the tight cock ring encircling his prick... And suddenly, Troy realized he had been played all along.

Furious, he thrashed against his restraints, roaring and bucking as he vented his frustrations to the ceiling with a loud roar. Shadi didn't seem to mind his struggles though. It just made riding through her own orgasm all the more enjoyable, her brother's barbs raking over her sensitive flesh and prolonging her peak, while at the same time, prolonging his torture.

Isiat smirked, watching all the while as Troy finally spent himself out, his energy gone. He collapsed, panting and whining and swearing against the bed, his toes curled and paws bunched into fists. He glared at Isiat resentfully, spitefully. Isiat merely grinned back at him.

"That's enough Shadi. Climb off your brother, give him a minute to compose himself." Isiat ordered, and obediently, Shadi pulled herself off of her brother, dripping arousal across his sheath and chest. She scooted over to the side of the bed, before turning, and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Sorry Troy, but... You know how it is." She shrugged, clearly not feeling all that bad for her brother.

"Fuck you." Troy hissed, snarling at Isiat.

Isiat quirked one eyebrow, and Shadi lowered her gaze, knowing what was going to happen well ahead of time. Wisely, she retreated over by her husband's side before she sank to her knees, sitting on her heels obediently.

"I think you need a reminder of your place in this household..."

"Fuck you! I'm not just some plaything for your amusement! I'm not your little pet who you can just order around, getting to do whatever you want like you've done with my sister-"

"Shadi is my wife, and my submissive, something you seem to be missing the point of entirely-"

"Oh, no no no. I get the point entirely. Why don't you undo these chains and I'll fucking give you the point!"

Isiat rolled his eyes. Betas. "Shadi. The handcuffs." Isiat said simply, pulling a small keychain from his pocket and placed it into his wife's waiting paw.

Almost afraid, Shadi quickly dashed around to the four posts of the bed, undoing each set of cuffs with a metallic 'click'. Isiat was angry. She could tell. He never showed it when he was angry, but this? This was a whole new realm of furious for the vulpine. She could see it in his eyes, in the twitching of his tails. A good sub knew how to read their dominants moods, and Troy had no idea just how far he'd gone.

He hadn't crossed the line. He'd danced on it and then sprinted over before pising on the line out of spite.

Troy rubbed his wrists as he climbed up, standing up in front of Isiat with a deep, feral growl, the lion towering over the calm looking vulpine, raising his fists as if in a boxers stance. He drew his arm back as if to take a swing. "Come on then. You and me, let's settle- Ufff!" His fist never even cleared halfway towards Isiat.

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Isiat moved almost too fast to track with the naked eye. His fist landed in Troy's stomach and doubled him over, a split second before Isiat's knee came up, intercepting Troy's muzzle on it's way down. Dazed and stunned, Troy could do nothing as he was grabbed by the mane. Isiat dragged him over to the edge of the bed, before shoving him unceremoniously across it, nodding to Shadi while her brother was still to stunned to do anything but lay there limply.

"Handcuffs. Now." He simply ordered, and a moment later, Shadi had her brothers wrists bound to the bed frame securely.

Gathering his wits, Troy finally seemed to collect his senses from the pile they had made on the floor when they'd been knocked out of him, cursing and struggling once again.

"Goddamn it! Let me go you fucker! Let me go!"

"No, Troy, here's what is going to happen. You've broken 3 of my rules now, 4 if I'm including your current outburst and pose to strike me. So you, are going to lay there, shut your mouth, and listen for a minute." When Isiat snarled, it seemed to carry the force of a rolling tank behind it. He didn't need to be as loud, or as fierce as Troy when he was shouting, because Isiat KNEW that he was in control. Troy fell silent, his tail drooping down between his legs.

"You agreed to stay here Troy. By staying here, you agreed to learn your place as a submissive, and there are certain rules a submissive should never break. Raising their voice and striking their dominant are two of the most important. Now you might not think it, but you are just the same as your sister was, untrained and fierce, like a wild colt that needs to be broken. So that's what I'm going to do troy. I'm going to break you, and when I am done, you are going to be silent until I tell you to, and only then, will you sit as your sister is now, and tell me 'Thank you Sir.' Am I clear?"

Troy managed a quiet growl of defiance, hissing under his breath.

"Fuck you."

Isiat sighed, and padded over to one of the drawers on the wall, sliding it open. Troy hadn't even bothered unloading his suitcase yet, and the drawer was bare. Or at least it seemed that way. Isiat reached down, pressing firmly on the bottom corner of one side, before grabbing the false bottom and lifting it out, a row of crops, belts, gags, cuffs and toys of various types and sizes concealed neatly underneath.

He grabbed the belt, before sliding the base back in, and turning to the defiant lion, coiling the thick, black leather around his paw a few times, pulling the rest of the belt taut.

He sighed softly, rolling his neck on his shoulders, and the with a single swift motion, brought the belt down over Troy's exposed rump with a loud 'Crack!' or the leather colliding with his flesh.

"AahhH! Fuck! Let me go dammit! Ahhh!" Troy yelped loudly as Isiat struck him again, bringing the belt back for a third strike.

"Move your tail out of the way, unless you want me to break it." Isiat warned, and gave him a few extra seconds as smartly, Troy raised his tail, and draped it along his spine.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Troy's yowling only seemed to get louder and louder the more Isiat struck him, as Shadi simply sat by his side patiently, not speaking, just awaiting her master's command. She looked at troy, wincing pitifully. She knew how bad it hurt at first, how hard she had fought Isiat's attempt to 'break' her... But once she had crossed that point, and let herself be bent to his will... She had given up one freedom, but in turn, had never felt so free in her life.

Just stop fighting it Troy... Just lay there and whimper and it'll be over sooner brother... She knew he couldn't hear her thoughts, but even if he could have, she doubt he would have listened. He was too proud, too stubborn to listen... Isiat was going to have a hard time breaking him.

Crack!

"Ahhh! Fuck you! Let me- AhhH!

Crack!

It went on like this for a good five minutes at first, Troy swearing and cursing at Isiat whenever he had the chance to. Deep red welts had started appearing on the lions arse cheeks, and each crack of the belt drew fresh hot tears down her brother's face from the pain.

"You will learn you place Troy, and if I hear so much as an utterance of defiance from you after this, I'll have to break you a second time." Isiat warned, drawing the belt back before wiping it down across his bared rump quickly.

Crack!

After Ten minutes, the cursing had stopped completely, Troy just letting out pained yelps with each fresh strike, the bruising on his rear deep shades of purple that ached and throbbed with each fresh strike, making him shudder and cry out in pain, his face streaked with tears.

At fifteen minutes, Troy had stopped yelping even, just begging quietly for Isiat to stop, but his pleas fell upon deaf ears, huffing and biting the sheets to keep himself from screaming.

It burns! Oh god please just make him stop! Troy pleaded within his head, his body tensed painfully as the belt came down again, making his jump as he rear erupted in a fresh wave of agony, no place on either of her cheeks left unmarked by the thick leather belt.

At twenty minutes, he'd stopped entirely, just laying on the bed, panting hard as his mind swam like a cloud in the sky, the pain blotting out everything else. Each time the belt came down, it was all he could do to let out a pathetic, pained whimper, sobbing into the bedsheets silently. Even Shadi felt sorry for him... Her own flogging had only lasted about ten minutes. Troy had held out over twice as long, and looked like he was sore all over from his experience.

Crack!

Isiat brought the belt down one last time, before wrapping it up around his paw, and setting it back in the drawers. "Shadi. Uncuff him. I think our submissive has learned his lesson for today..." He huffed, panting quietly, His own arm was sore from swinging the belt so many times. Even Shadi hadn't taken nearly that long...

Once the cuffs came off, Troy didn't move for a few long moments, but Isiat could be patient. The lion needed to learn his place, and this was the only way he would clearly get the message. Isiat would accept no more backtalk or defiance from the 'Rex'.

Troy whimpered, slowly managing to pull himself off of the foot of the bed after another 5 minutes of laying there, quietly whimpering and waiting for his tears to stop. Everything hurt, and in his head, there was nothing but the pain in his rear at the base of his tail, agonizing and burning as if he'd sat on a fire.

Slowly, inch by inch the lion moved, Shadi and Isiat watching him quietly.

He sank to his knees, legs shaking from the pain, and carefully held his rump just above his ankles, his tail flaccid and unmoving from where it had fallen on the floor behind him. There was a long moment where nobody moved, and silence seemed to reign in the house. For a moment, Isiat thought that perhaps he hadn't manage to do it, that the lion would just glare up at him and curse him.

Instead, Troy's head sunk low, bowed in defeat and exhaustion, as he assumed to same position as his sister at Isiat's feet. His lips moved, and Isiat had to kneel down, placing his head beside Troy's muzzle to hear what he was saying.

"Th... Than... Thank you... Sir..." He quietly sobbed, barely a whisper. Isiat's paw gently came up underneath his chin, and gave the lion a soft, tender rub, a smile on the vulpine's face.

"You're welcome Troy... Have Shadi take you to the bathroom and run you some cool water... She will take care of you. I'm very proud of you Troy... You'll fit into your new roll nicely." He spoke with soft, kind words, his tone like that of a proud parent praising their child. His hand reached up, lightly rubbing at the base of Troy's ears.

Troy wanted to hate him. Wanted to hate him for what he had done, but he was so exhausted, and in so much pain that the feeling just wouldn't come. He let out a soft sob, his voice trembling like his legs were as he felt the male's paw upon his head. The soft rubbing of Isiat's fingertips felt...

It felt good... And Troy didn't know why... When he said he was proud, it made his entire body relax, like the male had given him a fresh burst of energy, and a strange feeling of... accomplishment came unbidden to him. He didn't know how he felt, and it was confusing and scary for him.

He just closed his eyes a moment, and tried to lose himself in Isiat's gentle touch against his ears, nodding obediently... submissively....

"Y-yes... Th... Thank you..." He stammered quietly.

"Thank you?" Isiat corrected him with the question.

"Thank you... Sir..."

Isiat chuckled. "Good boy." He praised him, before standing up, lifting the lion by one arm to his feet.

"Shadi. Run a bath for your brother, and then make sure to treat him with that balm... When he's ready, I'll have breakfast ready for the pair of you."

Together, they helped Troy stagger to the bathroom, and let him kneel down on his front in the large, two person bathtub, before Shadi turned the tap and started running the bath for her brother who hadn't said a word since his submission to Isiat. The vulpine left the pair of them, and Shadi gently wrapped her paws around her brother's waist.

"Hey... You did really, really well Troy... He is proud of you..." She cooed softly, gently taking a small wash cloth and laying it over the bruises that covered his rump like Isiat had taken a bucket of dark red paint and just poured it out over the lion's rear. He was still shaking , even when the warm water had covered his legs. Shadi had to help him get his paws folded on the edge of the tub so he could rest his head down on it, panting shallowly.

"You're okay brother... I told you though... Isiat doesn't tolerate disobedience..." Shadi sighed, kissing her brother's cheek quietly.

"I... I feel.... Strange... It hurts, but at the same time... When he told me those things after... I felt... Strange... Like I was proud, when I shouldn't have been... I'm... I'm not sure how I feel right now... It hurts... A lot." He whimpered softly, trying his best to just relax in the water that lapped around his waist and across the fur of his stomach as he knelt there. Despite the comfort Shadi and the warmth brought him, he still hurt like nothing he'd ever experienced.

It had been as if there had just been a certain point that had been crossed, a line in his mind when the pain became to much to bear, and he had given in, the burning becoming just a passive throbbing that made him whimper and grit his teeth in silence as he had waited for Isiat to be done. Like his mind had snapped, and realized that submitting was preferable to this torture...

A quiet voice laughed mirthlessly in his mind. I guess that's why Isiat called it breaking...

"I... I don't know what to do Shadi..."

"Obey... Be good... And Isiat can bring you all sorts of happiness as a submissive... He's not your master, but his is your dominant while he trains you... And besides... You'll still have me here." She smiled, nudging his cheek with his own. "But if this isn't something you want, and you aren't getting any pleasure from it... It's like Isiat said, you can leave any time, just... Don't expect for him to let you back inside his home any time soon." Her ears drooped, as if the realization made her very sad indeed.

"I asked him to go easy on you to start with, but... A submissive should never confront their dominant like that. The moment you raised a paw against him, all bets were off... I'm sorry brother, but you had to learn your place... We were going to be gentle, maybe let you have me as a reward in the evening if you were good, but... I'm not sure what Isiat wants from you now. Just give him your obedience, and trust him to treat you well..."

"Trust him? After that?" Troy grunted in pain as Shadi fetched a bottle of topical anesthetic from the small recessed mirror cabinet in the wall, gently pouring a small dollop of the lotion onto her washrag.

"Yes, trust him... You think he wants to hurt you? He wants to teach you, but... Some lessons are harsher than others... My own were... Particularly harsh before I fell into step."

"You mean he beat you like that too?"

"No... I asked him to... To teach me... I was a willing submissive, I was just... A brat. This will only work out for you Troy if you go into this willingly... If you give him your will, and your body and your obedience... I promise you, it will be like nothing you've ever experienced... Here, this may sting a bit-"

"Ahhh! Fuck! Mrrfff-" Troy bit his lip as Shadi dabbed his bruised and sore behind with the lotion, trying to be as gentle as she could until it had a chance to work. She worked the stuff into a soft lather, making sure to get it all over the skin beneath his fur, especially where the skin had come close to splitting. Isiat was always very careful when it came to lashings though, avoiding landing a blow in a place where he had already struck. It helped the discipline be consistent, and stop more serious injuries from forming, like cuts and splits that would take far longer to heal.

"Just hold still Troy... It'll stop aching so bad in just a minute." She insisted, rinsing the cloth out as he pressed herself against Troy's side. She wasn't used to seeing her brother so... Defeated. He was always so sure, and smug, and now... Isiat had done his work, breaking her brother into his new role as he had her.

Quietly, she slipped a paw around his waist, gently running her fingers along her brother's abs, trying to quietly distract him while she waited for the anesthetic to take effect. "You know... Isiat can be a very gentle and caring master if you give him a chance..." She cooed softly, gently placing a short row of kisses along the side of his neck.

"I'm sure he can be, but right now, sis? I just hurt... I want to lay down, and just-"

"You can't. You still have to listen to him until he tells you he doesn't need you right now... So you need to pull yourself together... Here, let me show you something." She smiled, and carefully tucked her legs beneath herself, sitting on her heels, the 'submissive' posture he'd attempted to do to placate Isiat's wrath.

"This is how you should sit by him when you're waiting to be told what to do for him... But when he approaches you, if you tilt your head and expose your neck to him, like this..." She demonstrated, baring her throat for her brother. "...He likes that as well. It shows you trust him... Like when dogs roll over to show their belly... Shows you're submitting..."

Troy nodded silently, watching his sister as she instructed him, his mind still wandering as the pain slowly started to ebb away, like the water line receding at low tide. He was only meant to be here for a week, and already, he'd had... So, so much go not according to plan, least of all his own situation.

"Shadi..." He croaked quietly, shaking his head as he slowly managed to push himself back upright. "Thank you... I... I wanted to be here for you, but this... This is all so much... I'm not sure if I can-"

"Yes, You can." Shadi snapped at him suddenly, her tail lashing to the side sharply, like an aggravated snake. "Sure, it's not what you expected, but you're just like I was. You can do this, and you will... I love you Troy. Just don't give up. He's a good guy, you just confronted him in the wrong way... Come on, let's get you dried off and dressed. I'll fetch you a robe."

She climbed out slowly, and despite the distant memory of pain, even Troy managed to enjoy watching his sister as she stood up, water cascading off of her silky tan fur, dripping down along her curves and smooth, soft round of her breasts and ass, her nipples perky little peaks of flesh on her chest. He sighed... Damn her and her persuasive ability. And her tits.

"Just remember... If you go into this and make yourself want to do this... That is the essence of the submissive... None of this should be anything but consensual... Even the spankings." She smiled softly, wrapping an oversized beige bathrobe around herself, before grabbing a second for her brother, helping him to slip into the plush, well cushioned garment.

"There... Come on, let's go get breakfast. Isiat will be waiting for us."

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True to her prediction, Isiat was waiting, as were three neatly made plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and tea. (Or coffee, in the case of Shadi and Troy.) Wordlessly, Isiat bid them sit with a wave of his paw, and they ate in silence, the air between them still tense after the way the day had gotten started.

Troy just tried to focus on eating, still feeling somewhat weak and shaky. It hurt to sit, and he had to shift occasionally to relieve the aching beneath his tail.

"So, I was thinking..." Troy nearly jumped out of his seat when Isiat spoke, startled like a flock of pigeons at a gunshot. Isiat gave him an odd glance, as if wanting to ask if he was okay, but Shadi reached over, gently brushing her paw against Troy's side to calm him before he needed to.

"...A respite was in order for today... I had plans for the two of you, but perhaps after this morning's... Incident, it'd be better to just take it easy and relax. Maybe order a pizza and movie for dinner this evening... I do however, Troy... Need to write you up a play contract, just so you have in writing what the rules and boundaries are so that there are no more... Repeats of this morning. You're fortunate it was in my home and not on the street, or you'd have likely ended up in the hospital overnight." Isiat said flatly, deadpan serious about that as well.

Troy just stared at his plate, nodding meekly. "I.. I'm sorry for my outburst, sir... It won't happen again."

"You can look at me Troy... I'm not going to bite... The idea behind this kind of... Relationship, between a dom and his subs is that everything is consented to... This morning was... An extreme, if you will... And I admit, I could have handled it better, but so could you. Let's put it behind us, and tomorrow, you'll do better." Isiat smiled, a short sigh passing his lips as he took another swill from his tea mug, relaxing back into his seat.

After a few long moments, Troy nodded again, finally looking up enough to glance very briefly over at Isiat. He had expected to find some kind of anger or disappointment in the vulpine's eyes, but instead, they were soft, gentle almost, his icy blue irises gazing back at him until the lion broke eye contact.

"You'll do better, and you'll see just why your sister enjoys it so." Isiat said, reaching his paw out to gently lay it atop Shadi's own atop the hardwood table. His eyes turned serious again, gazing down at Troy.

"I'm not usually so harsh on a sub, especially with their first experience of being flogged, but you didn't leave me much choice. Never raise your hand against me again, Troy." There was no threat forthcoming, but the way he ended the command so flatly made it clear Isait wouldn't tolerate it. Not a second time, and he was fortunate that his punishment hadn't been worse.

"I won't... sir..." The word left an odd feeling in him, as if by the simple act of giving even an inch to Isiat, the vulpine had taken ten leagues, and declared it a kingdom and everything within it his to rule over.

"Isiat, please.. Unless we're playing Troy, you can treat me as you would if you had bumped into me on the street. We're not so formal here... After all, I think it would make things awkward for Asher if his mother called me Sir every time she spoke to me." He chuckled, smiling warmly, trying to put Troy back t ease. Undoubtedly, he was hurt, and still trying to process The sudden shift in the balance of power in his mind, but Isiat only wanted to teach him and be a good dominant... And a good dominant first and foremost cared for the wellbeing of any submissives under his roof.

"Alright..." Troy nodded, slowly taking small bites of his breakfast in otherwise silence. It still felt oddly tense and awkward, and to Isiat, that didn't bode well.

"Why don't we relax a bit this morning... I'll fold out to futon, and we can watch some telly, or read, or... Whatever. You both look like you could do with some relaxing, and you especially Troy." He nodded to the Rex, the vulpine slowly standing up from his seat to clear their plates.

"You're shaking like a leaf.. Shadi, fetch some blankets and pillows. We'll take this morning easy, and wind down from there."

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The futon was cozy at least, Troy had to admit, with Isiat on one side and Shadi in the middle, her tail curled around her brother's waist. A warm comforter was thrown over the trio of them, with Shadi purring happily as she shifted slightly, crawling up into Isiat's lab beneath the covers, tugging on her Brother's arm to pull him back closer so she could lay her legs out atop of his own.

Troy grunted quietly, watching as his sister wrestled with the Wii controller, dancing her way through a level of Super Mario with her tongue sticking from one corner of her muzzle in concentration.

"I still have no idea how she does this. If I so much as look at the controller funny, I die immediately." Isiat frowned, Troy letting out a quiet, albeit, still somewhat nervous chuckle. He and his sister had used to blaze through the classic Mario games on the SNES when they had been young, barely kittens in their parents eyes. Isiat had only been introduced to games when DOOM had become a thing. Old school platformers were beyond his powers to grasp.

"You have no idea how many controllers we wore out playing the original games of this..." Troy commented with a slight grin, flicking his tail around into his lap. Isiat could tell he was starting to relax a little at least, loosen up and just slowly get back to being his normal self.

After this morning, all of them needed a little bit more of that. Isiat smiled, reaching up to gently scritch his claws beneath Shadi's chin, tilting her neck back for her husband as she finished the level she'd been dashing through, a little wriggle in her hips. She was pleased with this arrangement.

Her tail slid around her brothers waist, gently tugging him over against her and Isiat smiled as she turned her head, leaning over to kiss Isiat on the cheek, and then slap a quick peck on Troy's nose in turn, giggling. "Oh, more like how many you BROKE when you got fed up with me winning all the time and threw them!" Shadi jeered, snickering as she ducked out of the way of a pointed prod to the chest from Troy.

"Only because you cheated and used all the damned secret levels!" He laughed, raising an eyebrow as if to accuse her of the highest treason possible. "Besides. I didn't break them. The wall did when they hit it."

"I think that still counts if you were the one to throw them Troy..." Isiat interjected, and promptly had his muzzle clamped shut by the lion. Evidently, this was an argument he wasn't invited to. The vulpine blinked, and weaseled his tongue out between his teeth to slurp over Troy's fingers. When Troy's fingers didn't move, he tried again.

Troy just shot him a playfully, challenging smirk, the lion squeezing his fingers around Isiat's muzzle a little tighter, shaking his head. "No, that's not going to work Isiat. Shadi used to do that to me all the time, and besides.. .Have you seen the way we kiss?"

Isiat's face fell into an unimpressed frown, and a quiet growl built in his chest as he huffed loudly through his nostrils, folding his paws across his chest as Shadi wriggled happily in his lap, setting the controller aside.

"Well, I know how we kiss." She said, getting that quiet, subtle teasing tone that she did when she decided she was in the mood for something delicious and male. "I think he's only seen how we fuck though."

Troy raised an eyebrow, glancing briefly between Isiat and Shadi, his muzzle turning to a knowing smirk as Isiat shook his head slightly, testing Troy's grip. Nope. Not going to happen. The lion might have been his most recent sub, but even Isiat couldn't deny the he had a build most athletes would be proud to have.

"A demonstration, perhaps?" Troy suggested, smirking at their captive audience.

"Hmmm- No." Shadi suddenly turned, taking up the controller again as she started a new level.

Troy looked taken aback. Isiat snorted quietly, his tails flickering with amusement. His wife turned about suddenly again, turning so she was facing Isiat in his lap, her legs on either side of his own, and dropped the controller, grabbing the back of her Brother's head roughly with her paws. She pulled him into a full muzzle kiss, her tongue sliding past his lips as she purred hotly, enthusiastically diving right into the incestuous make-out without any sort of hesitation..

After a second to recompose himself, Troy lunged in with just as much enthusiasm as his sister, his paws swiftly finding their way to her hips to hold her grinding motions steady in Isiat's lap, all the while fighting and wrestling to push her tongue back into her own muzzle and pin it to the roof of her mouth.

For Isiat's part, now that his own muzzle was free, he just blinked, watching the siblings with a sly glint of lust in his gaze. He neatly folded his paws behind his head, leaning back on the sofa with an ear to ear grin wrought over his features. Admittedly, it was a damned hot sight, and having his wife grinding down onto the plump bulge beneath his robes made it all the more appealing.

A hot moan spilled from Shadi's lips as one of Troy's paws shifted, sliding up along his sister's side, before he swiftly slipped it underneath the warmth of her own robe, gently sliding one side of it down and off of her shoulders, the weight of the fabric dragging to over her body until it fell to the floor in a heap, leaving her as naked as the day she was born. He found her breasts with his hands, gently taking the stiff peaks of her breasts between his fingers, tweaking, twisting and pinching them in turn as his sisters passionate kissing begged him for more.

Goddamn... These two really get into it. Why hadn't we done this sooner? Isiat asked himself with a quiet chuckle, lunging forward to nip at Troy's right hand, forcing the lion to retreat it before he bit him again.

"Ahh! What the hell Isiat?" He protested, flicking his wrist a few times to dull the sharp sting of the quick bite.

"If you're going to play with her in my lap, you'd at least better use the correct title... Unless you want my belt again? Is that it Troy?"

"N-No! Sir, I mean..." He corrected himself quickly. Shadi whined from Isiat's lap, still grinding herself against him, her puffy little sex between her legs creating a damp spot on the groin of Isiat's robe from her arousal.

"Trrooyy~" She whined, clearly not done with the kiss, her hands fumbling with the fabric sash around the waist of her master's own robes. "Be good..." She giggled quietly, before pulling the sash free, and taking one end in each hand, she flung it over Troy's head, before yanking his head down against her chest, pressing his lips to her right breast. He got the idea quick enough, and a moment later, Shadi gasped as his raspy tongue dragged over the sensitive pebble.

"You should listen to your sister, Troy... She knows how to be a good submissive, don't you Shadi?" He cooed, one paw sliding down to caress her warm thighs. Shadi nodded, biting her lip as her brother suckled on her skin, sending small jolts of pleasure racing along her spine.

"Ahh~ Y-Yes master."

"Good girl..." Isiat smirked. The moment his fingers touched the inside of her thigh, she leaned back slightly, spreading her knees out over his sides to present herself to her mate, a pleasured purr building in the feline's chest. His index and middle digits parted her sex, spreading her open while his thumb's leathery pad caressed her clit in tight little circles.

Shadi arched her back sharply, gasping as she shuddered and writhed in the sudden onslaught of pleasure that shot up her spine and made her tail arch high above her back as Isiat's touch electrified her senses, a loud, unrestrained moan leaving her in an outburst of pleasure ridden babble.

"Ahh~ Oh Fuck please master! Don't stop! I'll be good! Ahh~ I'll be- I'll be! Nggh!" Shadi bit her lip hard, tightening her knees against Isiat's sides as she reached the edge of her limit, only a tremendous deal of self control stopping her orgasm just shy of completion. "Ahhh! Pleasepleaseplease! I want to cum! Please master!" She begged, whining loudly as her tail tip thrashed about in the air behind her.

Between Isiat at her clit, and Troy on her breast, it was just too much. She needed this, NEEDED it! Hot, sticky feline honey was literally dripping down and across Isiat's fingers as he rubbed at her mercilessly, either not hearing or not caring to acknowledge her desperate pleas, and Troy was far too busy stroking himself and suckling on her to do anything about it.

"Ah-ah-ah. Not until I say Kitten... And you." He glanced at Troy, one paw smacking the lion's arm away from himself. "Did I tell you that you could touch yourself? You didn't even ask." Isiat growled, sliding his paw down between the Lion's legs to wrap his smooth, leathery paw pads around the males jutting pink cock.

"Both of your pleasure belongs to me... And you'd do well to remember it... When I feel you've earned it, I'll give it, but if you haven't? Well..." He let that sentence hang, one finger sliding down to brush over the cock ring still fastened around the base of Troy's shaft. "You'll be fortunate if I give you anything at all, let alone let you near your sister. She's a good girl. She earns her peaks, don't you Shadi?"

Shadi huffed, letting out a pained whine as she nodded rapidly. She didn't care about the show he was putting on for Troy, trying to teach him these things. All she wanted was for him to let her go over! "Ahh~ yes... Yes master. I'm your good girl." Shadi mewled, her hips rocking against her mate's paw. She gasped as he slid two fingers into her, curling his knuckles to brush over the sensitive insides of her passage.

"That's right... And what about you Troy, hmmm?" The lion stiffened as Isait ran his clenched paw up and down Shadi's brother's prick, the leather paw pads covering his palm brushing and caresing his barbs as a way that had his tail shuddering and his muscles clenching, a dollop of precum beading from the small slit at the tip of the lion's tapered penis. "Are you going to be a good boy today?"

Troy growled quietly, indecision dancing on his face along with his apparent discomfort at having another male stroking over him... It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, it was just... Not something he was particularly digging at the second, despite how hard his prick was throbbing, watching the hot little show his hot little sister was putting on for her master... His too, in a way... His 'Dominant' as Isiat had called himself...

He took in a shaky breath, Isiat's paw smoothly and slickly working over him all the while, his own precum providing more than adequate lubricant for Isiat's playing. He couldn't help the way he was tensing, his lionhood jumping in Isiat's grip, something he seemed to be taking for eagerness more than any sort of anxiousness.

"I... I don't.... Isiat..."

Isiat paused, giving the base of Troy's length a firm squeeze, his paw making quiet squelching noises from all the pre that had coated his pads. He gave a few rough, fast strokes that drew an entirely involuntary groan from Troy's lips, his tail standing on end sharply even as his mind tried to insist he didn't want this... The same part of him that had given his submission to Isiat... The same part that had made him bow and thank him for what he had done, was telling him he did. And it was winning the argument that was rapidly becoming one sided.

"Sir." Isiat growled, correcting his submissive with another rough stroke of his paw, running his thumb across Troy's tip in the same rapid circles that he made on Shadi's poor, abused clit, drawing loud moans from the siblings.

"Ahh~ Sir!." Troy bit his lip sharply, the pain doing nothing to dull the forced pleasure in his lions, not at all slowing the rapid rise of his climax he could feel building. He glanced down, looking at the ring around the base of his shaft with a whine. I... I want it... And yet, I don't... I... I just don't.

"Are you going to be a good boy, Troy?" Isiat asked again, dragging his paw up the full length of Troy's lion cock, raking over the sensitive bards from base to tip as he did so, drawing another groan from the Rex.

"I... Ahh... Please Sir... I'll be a good boy... Please..." He huffed, his desire finally winning out entirely over any discomfort he felt at having another male, let alone his sister's husband pleasing him. There was a click as Isiat ran his thumb's blunt claw over the latch of the tight metal ring, opening it and letting it fall to the futon, and Isiat began pawing both him and his sister with a renewed vigor.

"Good boy... Good Girl..." Isiat rumbled, clearly pleased with both of them as he settled back on the sofa, grinning from ear to ear smugly. He knew he had them both on edge, and that was right where he wanted them. "Go on then you two... Show me how much you enjoy our play time."

His fingers slipped into Shadi's cunt, coating the fine fur on his digits with her sweet Arousal as she clenched suddenly down around him, her paws shooting down to hold his wrist still, though it didn't stop him from wriggling his fingers inside of her, making her squeal and squirm like a hot, wet mess of feline atop of his groin, drenching the robes he was wearing with her cum as she cried out, yanking again on the sash around Troy's neck to pull him into a kiss so she could muffle herself on his muzzle.

Troy almost got a roar out, until Shadi's sudden kiss interrupted him, but to his credit, when his climax hit, he didn't hesitate, nor Did Isiat's paw stop moving. He locked lips with his sister, digging his claws into her back as he embraced her. The lion's hips rocked as spurts of white shot out and onto Shadi and Isiat's thighs, and across his sisters curves and hips, standing out against the brown and tan fur with all the evidence in the world of their naughtiness.

"Nggh~ Fuck- Ahh~ Too much, please!" Troy yelped, squirming as Isiat didn't let up for even a second. His sister, meanwhile, seemed to just be having the time of her life, riding Isiat's fingers right through her first peak and into a second as he finger fucked her into oblivion. Isiat smirked, feeling Troy pulse and throb with need in his hand, a messy dribble of the lion's cum leaking down and over his fingers as the vulpine kept stroking his over sensitive prick.

"Oh, what Troy? I thought you lions were supposed to have a reputation for being able to go and go like it was nothing." He grinned wickedly, knowing just how amazing and near painful it felt all at once, being forced to receive pleasure immediately after a climax while everything was still twitching and tingling.

"Please sir!" He shouted out, his claws digging into the couch as he fell back hard against the sofa, his hips rocking and thrusting into Isiat's paw, trying just as much to get away as he was to keep going.

"Please sir what?" Isiat teased, tightening his grip as he brushed his thumb across the underside of the lions barbed cock.

"Please stop sir! I'm begging you, it's too much!" He half growled like the lion he was, half whined like a pitiful housecat as he tried to escape the wonderful torture, fisting the cushions beneath him tightly.

Isiat smirked, and slowly removed his paw, leaving Troy a panting, cum covered mess to catch his breath. Smirking, his withdrew his fingers from Shadi who was already panting hotly, her long brown hair an utter mess. He shoved his paw beneath her nose, strings of Troy's climax sticky between his fingers.

"Lick it clean." He ordered her, and eager to please, Shadi took his wrist in her paws, suckling on each of his fingers in turn as if they were candy canes, being sure to snag every drop of her brothers cum with that skilled tongue of hers. She purred, proudly opening her mouth when she was done for Isiat's inspection, showing she'd swallowed every drop. He smiled, pleased, and scratched beneath her chin.

"Mhhmmm... You've done well kitten... Both of you..." Isiat smirked, reaching up to gently run his fingers along the underside of Shadi's jawline, while at the same time, giving Troy's ears a gently rub between his thumb and forefinger on his other hand, praising the pair of siblings.

"Heh... My own submissive sibling pair... I suspect I'm enjoying many a master's fantasy right now with you two." Isiat let out a chuckle, affectionately scritching at his two subs, his paw on Shadi's chin tracing down her chest until he was brushing his thumb across her firm little nipples, making slow, teasing circuits between her lovely, soft furred breasts. Certainly at least my own little fantasy... Isiat mused to himself with a grin, still half expecting to wake up at any minute.

Not wanting to be left out, Troy huffed, and pushed himself forward again, apparently jealous of Isiat stealing Shaadi all to himself now. The Rex set his paws upon his sister's wide hips, pulling her up onto Isiat's lap completely so that the two were chest to chest, but so that he could get at exactly what he wanted. He growled, and wrapped his lips around her right breast, suckling like a greedy new kitten, his textured tongue caressing his sibling's breast with firm, long strokes.

Shadi just purred, enjoying her pettings, and the attentions of her two males, her paws slipping down to gently part her husband's robes at the waist. His dappled vulpine member was pressed flat against his chest, his knot throbbing gently against the top of her sex, putting a delightful pressure against her clit that she happily ground her hips against. Almost daintily, she reached out with her right paw, caressing and fondling the soft, furry sac between her brother's legs.

"Enjoying yourself there kitten?" Isiat teased, Shadi just letting her eyes close as she bit her lip, moaning quietly between rocks of her sex against her mate's slick fox prick.

"Mmhmmm." She nodded slowly, loving the feeling of the firmness rubbing against her sex, and her brothers skillful and attentive tongue lashings against her breast. Oh gods, this is like a dream come true... Just with far more sex... It's like one of my dreams come true! She giggled quietly at the thought, earning a playfully wry, 'Are you alright?' sort of grin from him.

"I'm enjoying myself, thank you very much..." She informed him curtly, rolling her hips and shifting her angle just slightly until his tip slipped upwards just an inch, pressing the tapered spade of his head just within the depths of her sodden passage. A moment later, she squeaked, when Isiat's claws dug into her rear.

"...Sir..." She amended herself quickly, a whining mewl of pleasure tearing from her lips as those firm paws at her hips yanked her down, impaling her upon her master's flesh with a single thrust that drove into her core. The heat blossomed from within her body almost instantly, like a warmth that raced outwards through her extremities, bringing with in lightning bolts of pleasure that set her nerves to tingling, the felines inner muscles clamping around the source of it all.

"Ah~ Isiat!"

A growl was his only response, using his paws to guide her motions, forcing her to ride upon his shaft, her slick folds caressing and massaging his maleness like only the tight passage of a feline could. Her body hadn't been made for someone of his... Girth, and yet it seemed so cruel that because of her biology, she should miss out? Oh no, Isiat made himself fit, knot and all, until she had learned to take him without squirming and fighting it each time.

Of course, once he'd started her training in earnest, she'd learned to love the overly-tight fit his length was for her, learning how to work and gyrate both internally and externally to sink that deliciously wide knot into her hot little snatch. Every time she took it, he'd praised her, stroking her cheek and her budding clit to reward her... Though now?

Troy watched, almost transfixed as he watched the way Shadi danced herself on her husband's prick, the lion pulling himself back just to watch for a few moments while her sister rode him like even a well paid escort couldn't. Her sex splayed open each time she sank down and over the quickly expanding bulb of flesh, her cried of pleasure getting higher in pitch each time she lifted herself from it with a wet sounding squelch of arousal.

Isiat must have caught him looking though, and in a second, Troy felt his new dom's paw on the back of his neck, rubbing softly. "You like that Troy? Go on... Give it a lick and get a good view while you're down there, hmmm? I'm sure your sister would appreciate your tongue on her clit when she takes me fully, wouldn't you Shadi?"

"Ahh~ Ahh~ Y-Yes Master! Please?" Came her soft moans in reply, frantic little breaths taken between attempts to lock herself down on her lover's knot.

Troy panicked just a little, his heart kicking off like a horse from the gates as Isiat shoved his head down to where the lover's bodies met, the scent of his sister's head and his brother-in-law's own lust assaulting his senses with all the force of an artillery barrage. It had been years since he'd been this close to... Well, another male.. And he'd sworn to himself that it just wasn't him, and yet now-

"Lick, pet." Isiat's growl reached his ears, and with barely a moment to really think about what he was doing, he slid his tongue from between his lips, and dragged it up over Isiat's sheath, grooming the fur down before the soft, yet rough texture of his feline maw stroked over the base of Isiat's cock.

His entire length twitched in response, and Isiat let his head loll back for just a moment, panting. His fingers roamed up over the back of Troy's head, making him shiver slightly as he curled his fingers into the male's thick mane of hair, pushing him down into his sister's crotch, her sex spread wide around his knot as he thrust upwards, forcing the thick bulb up into her with a growl.

"Go on then... Don't leave her waiting." Isiat gave the not-so-subtle order, pushing his nose up against the slick mess of their joined sexes.

Troy let out a quiet huff, before he let his tongue lash out again, dragging over the swell that her mate's thick shaft had created, before his lavished the tip of his tongue across the tight bundle of nerves at the tip of her sex, watching the way her body clenched and tightened, and Isiat's cock visibly throbbed within her at each little contraction of her impending orgasm.

"Troy is going to be a good boy and make you cum Shadi... I want you to cum for him and thank him for his... dedication to pleasing me through you..." Isiat chuckled darkly, tugging at the lion's mane gently, just to ensure he heard. "And you... Are going to clean up every last drop when I'm done with her, and get a good taste of your dominant, because it won't be the last time... Now lick." He growled, sliding his fingers free before his claws raced down Troy's spine, grabbing the base of his tail and giving it a firm yank for encouragement.

Troy growled, but thought better of trying to bite Isiat, not after this morning. Even that slight pull had hurt like hell! Still, he grit his teeth and pushed his nose right up against his sweet sister's sex, growling as he thrust his tongue out and over her clitoris. Just focus on her, and not on him. This is for her enjoyment... He told himself, but somewhere far in the back of his mind, he knew... That wasn't entirely the truth... A little, recently awakened part of him knew if he did this, perhaps, just perhaps, Isiat would praise and reward him. He tried his best to ignore that part of his mind, pushing in out of his thoughts after a moment...

He stroked his tongue slowly over his sister and his dominant, caressing his cock base and her sex with every single little stroke, Shadi's tail lashing about behind her in quick little strokes as she dug her paws into her brother's mane.

"T-Troy! Yes! God, just- Ahh! There!" Shadi's entire body trembled as troy placed his lips around her clit, giving the oversensitive nerves a firm pull.

She rocketed right over the edge of the orgasm she'd been riding on until Isiat had told her Troy would be the one to finish her, her heated, feline moans and yowls echoing throughout the living room as she thrashed her head back, her long hair whipping outwards. Her body clenched, squeazed, suckled and massaged the thick, wonderful shaft within her, the little feeling ever single twitch and throb of her mate's length as he to hit his climax, roughly manhandling Troy's head so he was right against the vulpine throbbing sheath as he came within the lion's sister, and forced him to watch it.

"Ahhh, oh, my good little pets... We're going to have so much fun together..." He groaned blissfully, resting back against the sofa with a very, very pleased smirk upon his lips, letting his fingers caress both of the siblings cheeks, praising his two little submissives. Shadi looked to be lost in her own little heavenly world of bliss, her eyes shut, that cute little pink tongue of her hanging from the corner of her lips.

"What do you say Shadi?" Isiat smirked, folding his paws behind his head as the Lion finally pulled his head away from that spot he seemed so uncomfortable being... He'd have to fix that... It wouldn't do for his newest sub to only want to play with his wife after all...

Shadi panted quietly, a soft grin on her muzzle. "Thank you... Master..."

---

Isiat sent Shadi off to go shower, his darling feline a hot, cum covered mess. Much to Troy's chagrin, Isiat explicitly ordered him to stay, standing up and padding over to the kitchen to make himself a fresh cup of tea.

"If you're going to stay here Troy... There are going to be certain conditions to your presence. Some, you are already aware of, others, you will find out. When a dominant takes a new sub, often, they create what is called a play contract..." He explained, Troy's large ears twitching nervously every time Isiat clinked his teaspoon against the sides of the china mug, a cheesy 'World's best dad" stenciled on one side.

He glanced over at Troy, whose ears immediately folded in submission, the poor lion looking all to nervous about the prospect. "Does the concept intimidate you? Having a contract with me?"

Troy paused a moment, denying the part of himself that was intrigued, even excited by the strange sounding concept. He nodded. "Yes..."

"It really shouldn't." Isiat laughed, his many, many tails flicking with a casual disregard as he sauntered back over into the living room, taking his place in what was apparently his designated armchair just across from the Lion.

"It's for both of our benefits really. You get a clear cut, black and white set of rules and agreements, and I have those also. The terms of it, I may be open to negotiating on some points, but others will be entirely non-negotiable. If you wish to stay, well... Think of it like the TOS whenever you install something. You're welcome to just close your eyes and hit agree, but I would seriously recommend reading them before you do something foolish..."

Troy blinked, relaxing slightly on the couch, but pulling his robe slowly back around his waist, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable under the dominant vulpine's thoughtful, and often mischievous gaze. It was nearly impossible to tell just what was going on in the mind behind those icy blue eyes... Only that Troy knew in his gut it probably didn't bode well for him.

"So... Just what would these terms be?" Troy hesitated to ask. He tried to appear composed and in control like he had in every other sexual encounter he'd ever had, but... Isiat and Shadi were something entirely foreign to him. He felt like he'd been tossed into the deep end of the pool and told to swim without knowing how.

Isiat paused a moment, holding up a single finger as he sipped from his tea, savoring the moment and the drink both. For him, there was a certain... Intrigue and amusement to putting the lion entirely out of his depth and into the new role he'd unwittingly placed himself into.

"Oh, just some simple formalities. Written verbiage of what mostly, you already know. When to call me sir. When you should present yourself too me, agreement to follow my instructions and commands without questioning..."

"So I would... Be giving up my freedoms, in essence." Troy quirked an eyebrow, evidently not impressed with the idea so far.

"No different to how you have been already. That is the essence of submission. Submission is a choice, Troy, one that the submissive needs to make of their own free will. You're not a slave, far from it in fact. You simply would be agreeing to let me take control of certain aspects of your life while you stay with us... After all, does Shadi look mistreated? Does she look unhappy with me?" He suddenly jabbed back with the pointed question, making Troy feel very much put on the spot.

Troy hesitated for a moment. Was Shadi even the same little sister he remembered from all those years ago now? "Has... Shadi signed one of these play contracts?" He asked after a moment's thought, deflecting the question back at Isiat.

Oh, very clever Troy... Isiat smirked, folding his paws and looking dead into the Lion's eyes, holding his gaze forcefully until Troy backed down, glancing away. But, now I've got you right where I want you...

"Why don't I show you?"

That caught Troy's attention. Isiat stood, taking his tea with him as he turned towards the corridor, passing the bathroom door where the sound of water running still echoed out. One of his tails flicked in a 'Come here' motion, beckoning Troy to rise and go after the crafty vulpine. Isiat's steps were quick and measured, and he reached up to the light fixture beside the door to What Troy could only assume was his study.

"If this door is closed, you're not to enter this room. Only ever if the door is open, and only then, if you're willing to put yourself complete disposal. The key I only keep in arms reach for emergencies, just as a precaution..." He explained as he turned it within the lock of the heavy, solid oak doorway, the mechanisms within the frame clacking heavily as it unlocked.

He set the key back on it's hanger, before opening the door with a quiet creaking from the hinges, and stepping in, his tails giving Troy another flick of direction before they disappeared along with the rest of the vulpine. Troy quickened his pace to keep up.

The office was not what he'd been expecting though. Compared to the rest of the apartment, it was clear Isiat had put quite a few long nights into making it. The walls were covered in a rich, almost black stained wood, lacquered to a fine sheen. Beside the rows of bookshelves and hanging frames, something immediately caught Troy's eye.

The long rack of flogs, cuffs, and toys seemed almost out of place for the otherwise so formally decorated office, but it's purpose was perfectly clear. This was the master's chambers, and in here, he could do as he pleased.

The center of the room was taken up by a large, walnut and green velvet topped desk, with Isiat's laptop and an old style miniature grandfather clock on the surface, along with a few small binders and some other notes and such. He sat down on the tall backed office chair behind it, spinning slowly to face Troy.

"Second rule. If you are coming in here, you are to do so without hesitation, and without clothing. Do not knock. Simply come in, and wait on one of the cushions by my desk." Isiat pointed to a trio of satin pillows on the floor immediately in front of his desk, gesturing Troy in.

"Come." He called, like an owner would their pet dog.

Troy stepped just past the threshold, and immediately earned a growl and a pointed finger from Isiat.

"Enter correctly, or not at all. These are some of those non-negotiable rules that I mentioned. I will forgive this lapse of attention, but make sure it does not happen again." Isiat barked Sharply, and Troy took a step back, already under Isiat's fierce scrutiny for his mistake.

Hesitantly, he slipped the robe off in the hallway, looking about for just a second for where he should place it. A coat hanging hook had been placed immediately beside the key loop, apparently for just this reason... Once more, he stepped into Isiat's study, and without thinking, followed the direction of the vulpine's finger until he was sitting on his heels at the foot of Isiat's desk. His dom's paw reached out, scratching gently between Troy's large ears praisingly.

The sensation still made him uncomfortable, and yet still, it felt... Right, in a twisted, slightly disconcerting kind of way within Troy's head. What is he doing to me... Is this what Shadi went through? The thoughts bounced around in his mind, his eyes glancing around and taking in the sights of the room, but every time they were drawn back to the large rack of toys on the wall. Isiat was evidently very proud of his collection...

But then his eyes glanced upwards, seeing the gold-gilded frame on the wall above it, the elegant calligraphy written document housed within the glass scrawling over the entire length of the page, ending with a single line, and a signature he recognized all too well.

"Yes, that's Shadi's contract with me... On top of our marriage, as my submissive, she has other things she requires of me... Discipline, care, affection... She craves to submit to me, and I crave her submission. The relationship between submissive and dominant isn't a one way street. I need her as much as she needs me."

Troy frowned slightly, his head sinking slightly. "Is... Is that what you are... What you're wanting from me?" He asked, his head tilting to one side.

"In a sense. A dominant craves his submissives... Well, submission. While you're under my tutelage, I expect your complete submission during our play time, and whenever else it is expected. I don't expect this to be a permanent thing, nor do I expect for you to call me master as Shadi does..." He grinned, his tails giving a brief, cunning flicker, that sent a shiver along Troy's spine.

"Don't worry though... You're in good paws with me. After all, just ask any of the dom's I've shared Shadi with. Every single one of them has been more than satisfied with her performance..." Isiat smirked, enjoying the slight, insulted curl that Troy's lips took upon at the mention of him sharing his sister!."They all agree I train excellent subs..."

"And you think she enjoys being shared around like that?" Troy growled, his fists balling, but he didn't move from his place on the floor.

"If her moans were anything to go by. It doesn't matter if she enjoys it or not though. I commanded her to please my friends with her body... Her muzzle, her ass, her cunt... And she as my submissive was pleased to give herself over to my will completely." Isiat grinned, folding his fingers together upon the top of the desk.

"Why Troy? Does that offend your decencies? The thought of your sister getting fucked by different men who aren't her husband? Or is it just because it's you in specific she's not lying with? I see the way you look at her when I'm fucking her. You're jealous, aren't you? Only want your own prick dipped in your sister's tight little cunt?"

Troy growled, and Isiat promptly reached over his desk, grabbing the lion's ear in his paw. "If you don't want the belt on your rear again twice in one day, I'd suggest you watch your tone with me, kitten." He growled, twisting the male's ear sharply, making him yowl and duck down to his knees, bending over submissively with his paws on the floor.

Isiat chuckled, leaning back in his seat with a grin. "Jesus Troy, you really do want it don't you? Already hard again?" Isiat teased him, and Troy slowly got back up, kneeling in the posture he'd been taught to. He hadn't even realised it when his cock had sprung free from his sheathe, twitching at even the mention of Isiat's discipline...

What... What the hell have these two done to me?! His heart raced, slightly panicked by the revelation... Perhaps Isiat had been right when he'd said he was more like his sister than he realized. Perhaps this is... What I needed? He still felt so confused. If someone had told him yesterday he'd be getting hard at the thought of a good flogging, he'd have called them mad, and yet the evidence was clear as anything, jutting from his waist like a lewd pink spear.

"Part of you is acknowledging what you need at least... Shadi was the same way. At first, she'd been hesitant, but once she'd tasted the lifestyle... Well." He stood up, his tails flowing behind him like a cloak, the vulpine's own maleness glistening and hard, still coated in Shadi's arousal. Troy's eyes seemed to be glued to it, the lion's tail giving a slight twitch.

"Shadi was a free spirit too, I mean look at her. Really. She's as fierce and independent as any woman I know... And yet, those who can do what they wish always seem to secretly crave restraint. Discipline, order... Shadi needed that, just as you do. The idea of doing whatever and whoever you wish might define a part of you Troy, but the bigger part under the surface for you craves submission to another's will. You give control over certain aspects of your life to another, and you can appreciate the rest of it more... And in time, you'll come to appreciate my control as well..." He growled, scruffing Troy's mane almost mockingly, that ever present grin all over his maw.

"Come on then... You want to show me you can submit? Get under the desk. You can suck me off while I write up your play contract." He growled, snapping his fingers and pointing into the hollow beneath the desk. Isiat casually padded his way back around to his seat, sitting down with his thighs parted, looking expectantly at Troy.

The lion hesitated, and Isiat's eyes briefly glanced over to the rack of flogs on the wall behind the lion. That quickened his pace significantly; Troy was not eager to feel the keen sting of the belt again any time for the rest of his trip. This morning had been bad enough, and his rear was still aching every time he assumed the submissive posture for Isiat. Even the couch had been an exercise in pushing the throbbing pain when he moved even slightly.

But even with those in mind, he still felt an odd tug that drew him down onto his paws and knees... Bid him to crawl beneath his dominant's desk, all the while eyeing Isiat's bobbing red length of flesh like an eager kitten to a saucer of cream.

Isiat just grinned all the while when the Lion's head emerged between his thighs. Troy was certainly an impressive specimen, but he was far too much like his sister... More than he realized... To ever be a true, pure dominant like Isiat was, he would have had to have abandoned those traits... There was still some dom in him, perhaps enough to make him a decent switch, but as he watched the Lion between his legs lean in and with just a little hesitation, he knew he'd made a good choice in his training.

Troy took Isiat's sheathe in his paw, gently wrapping his fingers around the piece of masculinity before him. Up close, it was... Pretty obvious why Shadi enjoyed him so much, though most women he knew would have been more than pleased to have something like that lodged in them and fucking hard. He didn't think about it too hard, he simply began stroking the soft, silk like fur of the males sheathe, pleasuring him obediently with his paws.

"There you go... See? Not so bad, now, is it?" Isiat rumbled his approval, one paw sitting behind the feline's ears and scratching gently as he slid open one of his desk drawers with his right, sliding out a broad sheet of parchment. He flicked it out and laid it on the velvet surface before himself, a few lines of basic pre-printed writing in fine black calligraphy and gold gilt already scored upon the surface.

Isiat looked down at Troy, the Lion hesitantly letting his tongue slip from his muzzle, gracing the underside of his dominant's cock with a look that seemed to be a mix of embarrassment, disgust at himself, and sheer, wanton lust all wrapped into one. As if he wanted to, and didn't want to all at the same time, indecision wrought on him like a logo on the side of a skyscraper.

"Good boy... Now, we need to discuss the terms of your contract here if you're still wishing to stay after this morning, but I imagine you will... Don't worry if you have your mouth to occupied to respond. A simple nod or a squeeze will suffice..." Isiat nodded, shifting so that the male between his legs had easy access to him, and so that he could focus himself on the task at hand.

Reaching for one of the fine fountain pens, he dipped the sharp nib in it's small inkwell, drawing a measure into the pen. "Shall we begin?"

Troy nodded, huffing as he lapped his rough tongue over the smooth, vulpine flesh again. His taste was far more bitter and salty than the sweetness of his sister's sex, but he'd expected as much after his... well, previous encounters with men, long, long ago. Free of Shadi's sweet nectar, the taste was far more pronounced, as was every lewd twitch the shaft made each time the tip of his tongue swept over the bulbous round of his knot.

"First rule. You're not to engage in any sort of sexual play with anyone while you're in the capacity of a submissive under my instruction, without my explicit permission." Troy listened to the sound of the pen rasping across the paper Isiat had pulled out, Isiat's entire arm moving with the elegant and long strokes. Troy tongue made a long stroke of it's own, and Isiat had to pause for a moment, the male above rewarding him with a firm scratch behind his ears.

"Second. Whenever appropriate, you are to address me as Sir while in the home and in conversation during play times, save in the presence of minors and others not involved in any play time. All other times, you may refer to me by my given name. Shadi has the same condition." He noted thoughtfully, and Troy nodded his acceptance of the new term, his tongue slowly dragging up towards the spade-shaped head of his prick.

It wasn't even that he was particularly intimidated by the size or Isiat's physique or anything physical at all.... The only hesitation he had left was his own mind. He was a man, his own man! Was he really going to just give in and submit like this? Without even so much as a fight, just a splash of ink across a piece of paper to sign his will away. It appeared that Isiat had found a way to make the pen mightier than the sword.

A soft, pleasured growl passed Isiat's lips, and Troy felt his fingers curling into the back of his mane, evidently enjoying his newest sub's attentions.

"Third..." Isiat paused briefly, huffing quietly under his breath. "My commands are to be followed without deviation or delay. If I tell you to do something for me during our sessions Troy, I expect you to do it, and not dawdle about it... Punctuality, promptness, obedience, and attention to detail, Troy. Four things I expect from you." Isiat nodded, relaxing back in his seat before his eyes shot down to him, the vulpine arching one eyebrow.

"Well? Don't just stare at it, you know how to work that muzzle of yours." He quipped, and Troy felt his cheeks redden suddenly, nodding as his opened his lips.

"Y-Yes sir..." He exhaled, before taking a deep breath, and lowering his maw around the other males prick, letting the throbbing, dappled length fill his muzzle as he descended, his lips and tongue streaking saliva across the smooth vulpine prick. Troy managed to get further down than he had expected to, not stopping until he felt a pressure at the back of his throat, quickly joined by a splash of something warm and slick that dribbled down his throat like thin, salty syrup. Isiat's prick twitched again, and another jet of precum joined the first, painting the back of the lion's mouth.

"Ahhh... That's nice kitten, very nice... Just like Shadi, but more clumsy... You'll get the hang of it. Did you know she can take the knot in her mouth if she really, really tries? Not a full tie, of course, but just prior..." Isiat chuckled with a smirk over his lips, leaning back with a contented growl, relaxed and getting head from his newest 'pet' of sorts.

"Fourth... I will only take control of those aspects of your life you wish to submit to me... Sexual is a given, but if there is anything else you wish for me to relinquish you of the burden of... It is a dominants role to provide and maintain the care and wellbeing of any submissives under his care. I will, naturally, consider your input on any such matters, such as partner preference, or any particular fetish lays that you may or may not wish to engage in, but in the end, the final decision will always lay with me, do you understand?"

Troy nodded quietly, his tongue rasping over the foxhood in his maw as he slowly rose back up, before lowering his head again with a low huff through his nostrils, purring around Isiat's cock. His own lionhood was throbbing eagerly, a single bead of precum making it's way down his pink, barbed flesh as he sucked his master off.

"Good boy... This contract is all about your consent... Anything you do not wish to give up control to me of, you do not need to. Just know that what you do... Control over play time, who you lay with, how you lay with them... Those will fall to me, and will fall to me completely. Shadi also trusts me with her wellbeing and general welfare. I make adjustments to her schedule from time to time... Including things like runs, what certain kinds of foods she should eat more or less of, little things. I will do the same for you, understood?" There was some more scratching of the pen. Troy nodded.

It... All seemed to be reasonable enough. Not quite like he had been expecting, and he relaxed a little, feeling himself falling into his new role with a little less hesitation than-

"Punishment..." Isiat began, and like that, the relaxation was gone. "-will be distributed as seen fit by myself. I will never draw blood, though I may test your tolerances of things like pain at times. If I do, understand it is by accident, and that any punishment will stop immediately. I'm not a cruel person, despite what you may think of me. I don't enjoy causing harm to my submissives. It's my role to guide and instruct and care for the submissives under my charge, you included. It is your job to learn." He nodded, the vulpine rumbling happily as he rolled his hips up into Troy's muzzle, precum spilling messily over the feline's tongue.

Troy swallowed eagerly, like a kitten to a teat, as he lathered his tongue and swirled it around the thick cock between his lips, watching for the ways that it made Isiat huff above him and shift his hips, subtle digs of his fingers showing him what he liked and what he didn't, quietly guiding the lion's movements as he scratched upon the paper with the opposite paw to which he praised his submissive.

"Aside from that... once signed, this contract will not have an expiration. If you should wish to adjust the terms of it and renegotiate... If you choose to return after this visit, we shall discuss it then. Do you have a choice of safeword, Troy? Typically, many subs have two. One that calls a halt to play entire, and one that lets me know to reduce the intensity of our play... Think of two and come back to me later. I shall allow you to use the second, but use of the first will be grounds for cutting your visit short with us... You can return after a month of penance to resume your training, if you so wish. Do I make myself clear?"

Troy nodded, and Isiat set the pen down quietly, letting both of his paws come to rest upon his ears, taking them lightly between his fingers as he let his back rest against the seat.

"Good... Now be a good kitten like your sister and swallow before you sign." Isiat growled, rocking his hips as the male's knot inflated, forcing Troy's lips to stretch almost painfully wide. In the end, it was just too much, and he had to let it slip outside of his lips to inflate, focusing his attention on the length of Isiat's shaft, and the shape shaped tip that dribbled thick ribbons of precum across his tastebuds.

Troy closed his eyes, his paws wrapping tightly about Isiat's knot as he let the soft pads covering his palms caress and rub over the thick, sensitive bulb. Above him, Isiat groaned, sighing as he enjoyed the Lion's attentions, his tail tips flickering where they hung over the armrests of his seat. The pleasure wasn't like when Shadi did it, fast little strokes of her delicate tongue that made his toes curl and his fingers clench.

Troy was much more smooth and even, like a steady stream that wasn't as intense, but more sustained. Shadi knew just how to finish him, and had it down to such an art that she could keep him on peak with her muzzle and her paws until she was good and ready for him to finish. Troy, on the other hand, seemed content to simply suck to him to completion, but he was still new to all this... He'd learn after all.

"Go on then kitty, earn your treat..." Isiat rumbled, his cock throbbing hotly inside Troy's muzzle. The lion redoubled himself, purring and sending the vibrations through Isiat's prick with each rough stroke of his tongue across the underside of his dominant maleness. He tried not to think about what he was giving up, just instead listening to the small part of his mind that told him it was right to please the male before him, that it felt proper for him to submit to his desires...

He'd be listening to it a lot after this was over, after all. Isiat gave a sudden snarl as his fuzzy white sac tightened up against the base of his sheath, and his fingers dig sharply into Troy's mane, forcing the lion's muzzle down over him. "Ahh~ Fuck-" Isiat growled through gritted teeth, the male's cock leaping against the roof of the lion's maw before the first thick rush of fox-cum spilled out and coated the insides of his muzzle.

Troy swallowed, but the much thicker, bitter flavor of the males cum caught him off guard, and he gagged, coughing and spilling much of Isiat's cum back out over his lap and the seat of his chair, all the while the male doing his best to force Troy's muzzle back down. With each successive throb, there was a little less, and Troy forced himself to grudgingly swallow what he could, before Isiat's hands finally relaxed and he was allowed to pull free in a rush, banging the back of his head against the underside of Isiat's desk as he retreated backwards, crawling out from underneath to try and get his stolen breath back, and wipe the cum from the fur of his muzzle.

The back of his paw came away sticky and slick with the sharp scent of the vulpine arousal, and Isait gave a quiet chuckle, grinning from his seat.

"Next time, you'll swallow it all." He said with a clearly amused tone, the vulpine's eyes darting quickly to the side, looking out of the open doorway. "What do you think Shadi? Is it a good look for him?"

Troy's heart leapt as he whirled around, face to face with his little sister, her long tail flicking as she walked past, completely naked and swaying her hips seductively. "Mmhhmm.... Submissiveness suits you Troy." She teased him with a cattish grin, before she took her place on one of the cushions, kneeling obediently. Almost teasingly, she swished the soft fur of her tail across his chin, a naughty sort of purr rolling from her throat.

Isiat tapped the end of the pen on the desk, making a quiet sort of rapping sound as he re-read the contract before him. There was a few long moments of silence, before he flipped it end over end in his paw, offering the writing implement to Shadi's brother, who was busy rasping his tongue across his front teeth.

"There. Just sign it, and we can consider this matter done. You'll be formally entering into my service, and you can call yourself my submissive in training..." The very, very vulpine grin on Isiat's face as he sat back, folding his paws together was almost unsettling, as if it had all just been the opening moves of some far larger and grander game that Troy was merely a pawn in. He took the pen off the surface of the desk, entirely aware that both Isiat's and his sister's eyes were upon him, watching in eager anticipation.

"So... If I sign this... Is it... Like, legal?"

Isiat laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, no no no... Slavery was outlawed years ago Troy, you should know that. Even voluntary... But, it is morally binding, and if you sign it, I expect you to uphold your end of the bargain. Any failure to do so will obviously result in discipline to... correct the behavior." He flashed his teeth wickedly, his eyes briefly glancing across to the rack on the wall.

Troy winced visibly, and Isiat almost seemed to delight in his discomfort. "Don't worry... You'll come to like them. Shadi and I will teach you how, won't we my kitten?"

Shadi's silky purr echoed up alongside Troy as his sister's tiny frame brushed up against his side, bid to her feet by a subtle flick of Isiat's paw. Her paws looped around his waist, her delicate little fingers barely able to wrap themselves over the plump swell of his sheathe. She gave him a soft squeeze, her smooth thumb pads running in little circles across the head of his still achingly hard prick.

"Of course, master... It'll be fun Troy, and we can teach you so many fun things... You'll never look at pleasure the same after we're done teaching you.. And I'm sure Isiat can show you just how to make a woman squirm properly... You always were such a hit with the ladies after all..." She trilled, lapping her tongue over the back of his shoulder as she rose up on her tip toes.

Troy blinked at the pen in his hand, but this time, there wasn't any sort of debate in his mind. Just a oddly calming blankness that mixed with the occasional jolt of pleasure as his prick twitched in his sister's grasp. Isiat and Shadi clearly knew what they were doing, and despite himself... He trusted their judgement... And found himself oddly trusting of the small part of his mind that he'd tried so hard to keep stamped down that said he wanted this deep down all along.

"Go on brother... It'll be so good to have you around more... After all, you've been gone for sooooo long..." Shadi whined playfully, letting her paws grip tighten as she toyed with the barbs that lined his prick, roughly jerking him off and using the beads of precum on his cock to slicken her leathery palm pads. "I missed you... And besides..."

He looked down at his sister's face, following her hungry gaze over to Isiat, the male just sitting, waiting with all the patience in the world it seemed, but the slight curve to his lips and the growl that quietly rolled from his lips showed he was clearly enjoying the incestuous show in front of him.

"I think he just can't wait to get his turn with you... I've been a greedy kitten..." Shadi confessed, shifting to the side so that she could hit her knees comfortably, taking the tip of Troy's prick between her lips and suckling hungrily.

"Careful Shadi... I might have to put you back in your place if you get too much so..." Isiat warned, the vulpine's eyes eating her up like a child in a sweet shop.

"Mrrhmm? I'm sorry master... May I?" Shadi asked in the sweetest, sing song voice that she could muster up, popping Troy's lionhood from between her lips just long enough for Isiat to give her an approving nod.

The warmth of her muzzle engulfed Troy's maleness a second later, his sweet little sister sucking him off like a seasoned Vegas whore. Troy's legs shook from the pleasure, and he had to grip the table to stop himself from accidentally toppling over, Shadi seeming to know just where to use her tongue to make him weak at the knees.

"Well Troy? Do you agree to the terms?" Isiat spoke up, spinning the parchment around for Troy's inspection, the vulpine finger resting just beside the small line at the bottom, the last blank part of the page. Signature:____________

Shadi huffed beneath her brother, and tilted her head back, leaning down to take her brother into her throat with a deep, rumbling purr that sent pleasing vibrations along his entire length and spine, clearly working hard to earn herself another kitty treat... Is that how he'd been towards Isiat, not even five minutes ago? Is this really what he was going to let himself become.

Shadi moaned softly, and Troy shut his eyes, biting his lip even as his sac drew up, his entire girth throbbing hotly within his sister's warm, wet muzzle. His paw lashed out before he lost himself completely, and with a scratching of paper, her growled, tossing the pen aside while he thrust his hips against Shadi's lips. Isiat chuckled darkly.

Troy Stryker. The words sealed his fate for the immediate future and beyond.

"Good boy... Go on then... Cum. You've earned it." He praised his newest submissive, watching been as Troy's face twisted, a loud snarl of pleasure escaping him as the first rush of lioncum filled Shadi's muzzle to bursting.