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WARNING: This story has rape, underage sex and lots of generally nasty, horrible stuff in it.

Princess Esfir had been forced against the wall and trembled there, the back of her head pressed against the stone, legs curled beneath her, the jackal pumping eagerly into her throat, his thick, knotted cock stretching her mouth so wide she almost thought the muscles at the hinges of her jaws would snap like elastic bands.

Tears streamed down the little wolf's face, following well worn, familiar paths through her silvery fur, saliva and pre dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her paws were clenched in her lap and she gagged and gasped for what little air she could get, the hard round swell of the jackal's knot jamming up against her lips with each new thrust he made.

She could feel his cock pulsing, the dribbles of pre coming faster and thicker, filling the back of her throat. Knew he'd be cumming soon. Felt a vague little feeling of relief, but it was quashed almost instantly. The two other soldiers were still hanging back, watching and making the occasional comment.

"Told you her mouth was good." The wolf said, watching the jackal buck his hips against Esfir's mouth, pinning the little wolf's head between him and the stone wall, so hard Esfir saw stars. Choked and gagged as the jackal came down her throat, fresh tears blurring her vision.

"Fuck..." The jackal let out a breath, withdrawing from Esfir's mouth, a last few dribbles of alabaster seed dribbling from his member. He was breathing hard, his cock drooping.

Esfir slumped back against the wall, drawing her knees to her chest, coughing and wiping hard at her mouth, like she'd just been made to drink acid. The taste of the jackal's cum, salty and bitter and with a strange, sticky consistency that she couldn't quite purge from the corners of her mouth, made her feel ill. She sniffled miserably, eyes flickering fearfully from the cat to the wolf, the jackal retreating back to his gear to recuperate and take a drink from his canteen.

They'd been using her for what felt like an eternity now, sometimes individually, other times all together. Their eagerness was still unfading. The wolf stroked his cock, squeezing his knot as he looked Esfir over.

"Her mouth is a bit messy," he said, glancing over to the cat, who was starting to step forward, "think we ought to snuff her again?"

Esfir shook her head pleadingly, blinking hard, unable to keep a whimper from escaping her freshly fucked mouth.

The soldiers had become ever more liberal with their use of her peculiarity, noting almost immediately that it returned her to an apparent default status where their abuses were undone...physically, if not mentally.

The cat shook his head briskly, too impatient to wait even the small amount of time that snuffing the princess would take. Instead he grabbed Esfir hard by the ear and dried her forward, the young wolf keening pitiably, grabbing the cat's wrist as he tossed her into the center of the room. Kicked her over when she tried to scramble under the table.

Esfir sprawled across the stone, head connecting with one of the table legs, a bolt of colorless pain seeming to erase the world for an instant. When she came back the cat had flipped her onto her front, the little wolf's face pressed into the stone, the cat's cock poking against her tail-hole.

Esfir groaned and tried to pull away, but it was too late, the cat was pushing into her with a grunt and a shove of his hips, pinning her to the ground with her body weight. She cried out, but the noise was muffled by the ground, and the way the cat pressed her head against the stone, breathing hard as he forced himself fully into her. He gasped, the excitement of taking the princess' virgin ass already making him throb and tense inside of her.

Esfir whimpered, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as he tried her hardest to ignore the rippling, pervasive splinters of agony that rolled through her, fueled by the cat's depredations.

He came with a spasmodic jerk of his hips and a groan after another half dozen thrusts, but stayed inside of her, grinding his hips against hers, savoring the way her abused hole spasmed around his cock. Esfir kept her eyes shut.

This wasn't the first time her tail-hole had been taken, but something about the cat's possessiveness, the way he still made little faux thrusts into her, pinning her against the stone so completely she couldn't move a muscle, made her feel even more despondent and violated.

"I hope the Lord Sovereign lets us have her every now and then." The jackal said from the back of the cell, taking a casual seat on the edge of the table, eyes fixed on Esfir's tear stained face.

"Probably won't..." The cat huffed, slowly withdrawing his softening member from Esfir's violated tail-hole, the princess whimpering miserably as she felt the cat's cum slowly drip out of her, "might as well get your fun in now."

"Who knows," the wolf shrugged, stepping past the cat to examine Esfir with a critical eye, "we might get lucky..."

Kneeling down behind her, he pulled Esfir's hips towards him, cock jerking with unhidden anticipation.

"You aren't gonna..." The cat drew a quick thumb across his throat.

The wolf shook his head, lining the pointed tip of his cock, already slick and shiny with pre, up to Esfir's cum dripping hole.

"You loosened her up," he said, "...think I might be able to get my knot in there now?"

Esfir's eyes slid open.

His knot?

She'd had the wolf's cock in her mouth, she knew just how big his knot was. If he was going to make a serious effort to put it inside of her, let alone her very smallest and tightest orifice...

She tried to pull away but the wolf was thrusting forward, sliding his cock into her tail-hole, all the way to the knot, in one fluid thrust. Esfir squeaked, the air forced from her lungs by the wolf's weight, spots forming at the corners of her vision as he pumped his cock into her with weighty, determined strokes. His lip was curled and he pressed hard enough to scoot Esfir forward an inch or two on the floor, trying his hardest to force himself into her.

Esfir's mouth hung open but she couldn't produce any noise, her lungs were too empty and the pain wracking her body seemed to reverberate back into itself, like so much meaningless radio feedback.

But through it all she could feel her hole being forced further and further open. The wolf was bigger than the cat. Thicker too, even without his knot. Esfir could feel fresh warmth running between her legs. Knew that the wolf's crotch had to be stained crimson.

The wolf gripped her shoulders, pulling her back towards him, shifting his hips ever so slightly from side to side as he maintained pressure on Esfir's battered hole, trying to find even the slightest hint of weakness to focus on. The jackal and cat watched intently, grinning like spectators at a game, eager to see if an unlikely but exciting task could be pulled off.

And then suddenly Esfir could feel something deep inside of her giving way, like damp tissue paper tearing, the wolf's knot sinking into her, her muscles spasming, Esfir gasping with quiet panic as the wolf's full length was forced inside of her.

The wolf grinned, glancing quickly up to his comrades before turning his attention back to the violated princess he was railing, paws finding Esfir's throat and beginning to squeeze.

It wasn't enough to strangle her, but the corners of Esfir's vision darkened. Her own paws moved sluggishly to combat the wolf's but he was too strong, his leverage too great. She couldn't hope to budge so much as a single one of his fingers. Between her legs muscles clenched with further fear, the wolf groaning with satisfaction as he pumped into her. She wasn't quite loose enough to knot-fuck, but the wolf didn't waste any time trying to make that a reality, instead savoring the sensation of his whole member surrounded by silky, sweltering wetness and velvety warmth, balls slapping against Esfir's pussy as he forced her even lower than she'd been, burying the little wolf beneath new depths of domination.

As the wolf's thrusts accelerated he squeezed a little tighter, just hard enough to make Esfir choke, enough to ensure that she never stopped clenching down on him as his cock jerked inside of her, knot pulsing, hot sprays of canine cum splashing her depths.

Slowly, he let go of her and leaned back into a sitting position, dragging Esfir onto his lap as he leaned back against a table leg, gravity forcing the little princess to sink even further onto his cock with a muted whimper of pain.

She trembled against the wolf, arms hugged around herself, frightened and disgusted by the thought of holding onto the wolf for support, even if it would certainly ease some of the pain she felt.

The wolf watched Esfir with some mild amusement, bucking his hips slightly, fishing a yelp from the abused little wolf. Esfir could feel the wolf's knot beginning to soften inside of her, what felt like gallons of cum beginning to dribble down over her inner thighs and tail.

"So," the wolf said, stroking one paw over the soft fur on Esfir's back, pressing her not so accidentally back down onto his knot in the process, "anyone else want her again, or should we go ahead and put her on the table?" As he said this he jerked his hips sharply to the side, dumping Esfir unceremoniously off of his lap, softening cock pulling free from her stretched tail-hole with a pop.

Esfir lay trembling on the ground, warm cum drooling from her abused hole. Tried to tuck her tail between her legs but was simply too weak to manage even that small motion.

From behind her she heard the jackal speak.

"...I want to try it when she's on the table. Do it like the Lord Sovereign's gonna, you know?"

The cat laughed, the wolf getting up and stepping close to Esfir, nudging her with one paw before smirking.

"I doubt she'd resist," he grinned, "...but you're snuffing her."

This didn't appear to be any real hardship to the jackal, who stepped forward and strangled Esfir with gusto. She tried to hold her breath, but the pain of it all forced her mouth to open and her limbs to kick. And though she knew she'd be back in a few moments, some ancient instinct loaded her with an unfathomable terror, an insistence that the beyond was going to claim her for good this time.

Then she was sitting up, limbs jerking, gasping for breath as the jackal jerked back, eyes wide, a disconcerted smile flitting onto his face.

"I'm never gonna get used to that." The cat said.

Esfir tried to duck under the table but the jackal caught her around the waist and lifted her with ease, dropping her none too gently onto its iron framed surface. The wolf and cat grabbed her wrists as the jackal tied her legs apart, tail wagging merrily behind him as he looked between her legs with unhidden excitement.

Esfir took in short, jagged breaths, paws clenched into fists, claws digging into her wrists. Neither the cat nor the wolf seemed to want to tie her down just yet, their eyes were trained on the jackal as he lined the tip of his cock up with Esfir's slit.

The little wolf groaned and laid her head back, tears blurring her vision as the jackal forced himself into her. It all felt horribly familiar now. First came the initial shock of the pain, the searing agony, the mental shock and knowledge that she'd been violated once more...that these people had utter power over her and that wouldn't change anytime soon.

The jackal ran his paws over Esfir's smooth chest and stomach, enjoying the sensation of velvety fur, the swollen edge of his knot pressing hard against her pussy for a moment before retreating. He didn't seem interested in forcing it inside of her. Not like the wolf.

Esfir was distantly, vaguely relieved by this, but it was such a small comfort amidst the general horror of her situation that she hardly noticed.

When the jackal came he did so with a low grunt, stroking the last few spurts of his climax over her stomach in an impressive white arc. Esfir shuddered, could feel its heat through her fur. No matter how many times the soldiers came, they didn't seem to come any closer to running out of seed. For a moment she tried to think of how many times each of them had used her...but it was too terrible to focus on for long. She squeezed her eyes shut as the wolf and cat bound her arms in place with the leather straps that hung from the edges of the table.

The jackal recuperated for a moment, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth as he put his pants back on, moving with no particular rush.

"Look," the cat said, "...she isn't even crying anymore."

The wolf grinned, leaning over the head of the table, eyes meeting Esfir's. She tried to look away but the wolf just smirked.

"You starting to like this?" He asked her mockingly.

Esfir trembled in place. Took a deep breath as the wolf ran a paw over her chest in a flat fingered sort of grope. They were just about done with her, she realized. Their desires had been sated.

That just left-

The jackal leaned over the table and wrapped his paws around her throat, cutting Esifr's thoughts off in a terrified burst of shock.

"Gotta make sure you look nice for the Lord Sovereign." He said, and squeezed harder. But this time he wasn't so brisk. He took his time, loosening his fingers just a bit each time Esfir thrashed in her bindings, enough to brighten the haze of oxygen starvation that clouded her vision and sent agonizing prickles through her body.

It was a long time before he let her die, and when she jolted back to the world, shivering and weeping, on the edge of hysterics, the soldiers had moved to the front of the cell, looking down the hallway.

"His grace approaches!" A voice echoed down from somewhere far away, distorted by distance.

The wolf patted the jackal fondly on the shoulder.

"Good timing." He said.

The jackal nodded, looking pleased with himself. The cat glanced back towards the shivering, tear streaked princess on the table, perfectly renewed but clearly frightened and shaking.

"Lord Sovereign's coming..." He said ominously, stepping back to stroke a paw along the inside of Esfir's thigh. She longed to pull away, but of course the construction of the table and the tightness of her bindings ensured that she stayed exactly where she was.

"Oh don't worry," the wolf mocked her from his spot by the doorway, "if you liked us then you'll love the Lord Sovereign."

And then they were silent, the cat zipping back over the door, posture going straight and professional in an instant. Everything seemed to go very still.

Esfir could hear footfalls in the hallway outside. Brisk and heavy. As she watched the three soldiers slowly slid down into a kneel, eyes trained carefully on the floor in front of them. Then the footfalls ceased and though Esfir could not see the man in the hallway outside, she could just about feel his presence.

"At ease." A voice said, deep and rough and dripping with the totality of its command.

Esfir blinked. She knew that voice. She'd heard it only that morning...a small eternity ago. When her father had yet been alive and she'd been in her dress and had still had her tiara and...and...

The ceremony. The royal presentation.

She'd...

The soldiers rose in unison with courteous little bows, still not daring make direct eye contact with the man in the hallway. Not because he'd get upset if they did, Esfir somehow knew, but because, deep down, they were very, very frightened of him. The sort of utter totality with which they dominated her, this man dominated them. And something told Esfir that he didn't even need to lay a finger upon the people he commanded in order to do it.

"Did you enjoy my gift to you?" The Lord Sovereign asked.

"Yes, your grace," the wolf answered, tail twitching a little as he spoke, an involuntary gesture of joy, "she was a truly exceptional reward."

As he spoke the wolf stepped aside, his comrades moving with him to clear the doorway, and in stepped the Lord Sovereign.

He was almost exactly as tall as the wolf but seemed to be much larger. Esfir could see the muscles working beneath the orange and black striped fur on his arms as he put his paws on his hips. It was a relaxed gesture, but seemed to almost frighten the soldiers, who shifted in place as the Lord Sovereign cast golden eyes over the cell, not even seeming to notice Esfir, where she lay bound to the table.

A little smirk appeared on the Lord Sovereign's face, eyes dropping to the smears of cum and blood that dotted the floor.

"And you used her ceaselessly, I'm sure." There was amusement in the Lord Sovereign's voice.

The jackal's tail wagged, but only at the tip, where it seemed to still be deciding whether or not to shoot between his legs.

"Yes, your grace." He confirmed.

At last the tiger's eyes turned to Esfir and for a moment he seemed contemplative before flicking a clawed finger at the table.

"Unbind her." He said.

For a half second the soldiers seemed almost confused, then leapt to obey, removing the straps from Esfir's limbs with unparalleled haste, stepping back to the sides of the cell as the Lord Sovereign contemplated the shivering little wolf before him.

"You can go." He said, but it was clear in an instant that the words were directed to the soldiers, who slipped silently from the room, leaving Esfir and the Lord Sovereign quite alone.

She drew her knees to her chest and tried to take a deep breath, but try as she might she was simply shivering too badly.

"Those men have treated you very badly on my orders," the tiger said, undoing a clasp at his throat, letting his purple cloak puddle to the ground behind him, "...how does that make you feel?"

Esfir knew she should answer. Should do something...but she was frozen entirely in place. Just like when the soldiers had first jumped on her. She tried to swallow but her throat was too dry. Her fur was fully bristled out and she could do nothing but stare at the Lord Sovereign and wonder fearfully just what he was going to do to her now.

But the Lord Sovereign stood in place and waited, eyes boring into her. Esfir realized that he fully intended to simply stand until she produced an answer, or even a single word. She forced the first one that came to mind out, stammering badly.

"P-Please..." She whimpered.

The Lord Sovereign cocked his head. If he had looked amused before, upon seeing the evidence of his men's debauchery, now he simply seemed disappointed.

"You are the Princess Esfir," he said, "rightful heir to your throne, yes?"

Esfir managed to nod.

"Your family has been slain. You yourself have been violated countless times, slain and raped and beaten...yes?" Now a gentle hint of confusion sounded in his voice.

"Y-Yes..." Esfir whispered. It hurt to admit that those horrible things were true. Made her want to curl up and weep.

"Then why, when I come to you, do I find the men responsible for such actions unharmed and happy?"

Esfir blinked hard. Wasn't sure what to say, how to react. What on earth was going on? Why was the Lord Sovereign, the one who had allowed the soldiers to abuse her so terribly in the first place, disappointed to find that they had indulged in their reward?

The tiger waited for a moment, but didn't seem to expect an answer from Esfir. And indeed she said nothing. The Lord Sovereign curled his lip in unhidden contempt.

"You're a coward," he growled, "and you reaped a coward's wages."

Esfir shook her head, but the tiger's words pierced her deeply, like a score of barbed arrows. All over again she could feel tears boiling at the corners of her eyes, hot and desperate and terrible. They strangled her voice in her throat.

"No..." She managed.

"Did you bite them when they fucked your mouth?" The Lord Sovereign asked, "did you scratch or kick or claw? Did you do anything to fight back?"

He didn't give Esfir time to answer. Just stepped forward and grabbed her hard by the throat before she could so much as flinch back, tossing her hard onto the thin straw mattress in the corner. Esfir hit the ground hard and rolled into the wall, vision turning to stars for a moment, the breath exiting her body in a hard, painful whoosh.

She tried to curl into a ball but the movement seemed to have been shocked out of her, her diaphragm frozen and lungs spasming in her chest.

The Lord Sovereign pressed a paw against her shoulder and flipped the little wolf onto her back. Esfir's paws shot up, held in a protective gesture, but the Lord Sovereign didn't move to hit her. Instead he shook his head slightly and reached one paw into his pocket, Esfir stiffening before he withdrew...

Was that a collar?

He tossed it down to her with a contemptuous, desultory motion.

"Put it on." He ordered.

Esfir stared. No...she'd seen wrong. It was a collar and a silken lead, the leash held to the collar with a little steel clasp. The Lord Sovereign had the other end of the leash, she realized. If she put it on...

The collar was simple, leather sheathed in black velvet, and as Esfir stared down at it, she wondered just what the Lord Sovereign would do if she refused. Shivered at the thought, her tail pressing itself between her legs.

He knew all about her peculiarity. Presumably knew how to exploit it as well. She didn't want to upset a man like him. But at the same time, he'd accused her of cowardice, he'd called her out for not fighting back against his soldiers...

Esfir squeezed her eyes shut and brought the collar up to her neck, doing up the clasp with trembling fingers. Couldn't find the willpower to dare fight back against the Lord Sovereign. Not now. She was too shaken. Too exhausted from all that had happened to her.

Esfir stared at the floor. Could feel the Lord Sovereign's eyes roving over her and began to reach up to adjust the collar only to be jerked to the side, the tiger giving the leash a firm tug.

"This isn't yours to touch," he said firmly, "now come with me."

Esfir started to rise, only to have the Lord Sovereign shake his head.

"On all fours." He corrected her, and Esfir slowly sank down to her paws and knees, blinking, confused.

Did he mean for her to crawl all the way to...wherever he was taking her? She started to open her mouth to protest, to say something, to ask him to please please please just leave her alone...but the tiger tugged at the leash again and she moved after him at a miserable little crawling pace, trembling, tears plinking to the stone as she left her cell.

The journey was slow, but as they came to the stairs Esfir felt a strange little flutter of something that might've been hope. So they were leaving the dungeons...

She wasn't sure if that made her feel relieved or even more frightened. The dungeons were one thing...bad, bad things had happened to her in the dungeons, but up in the palace proper...

She had no idea what the Lord Sovereign wanted from her.

After a small eternity of bumping up the stairs, the Lord Sovereign moving just quickly enough to keep her leash taut and Esfir scrabbling forward, they finally exited out onto polished marble flooring.

Esfir realized where she was. The East Wing. She liked to play marbles here. There were smooth, open floors and long, straight hallways that begged to be slid upon in stockinged paws.

The strange clash of old memories with her current situation froze her in place for a moment. Until the Lord Sovereign tugged her nearly off her paws and she scrambled to keep up. They were going west, she realized, towards the central lobby of the palace, the ballroom and...and the throne room.

Where...

There were more people now, soldiers and civilians alike, evidently loyal to the Lord Sovereign, for they kept their gazes carefully aloof. But where their eyes slid carefully off of the tiger holding the leash, their eyes lingered on Esfir. She could feel their gazes holding, like barbed hooks in her flesh. Some were surprised or even frightened, others were...something else entirely.

And then they were in the throne room itself, conspicuously empty and freshly pristine, the morning's unpleasantness cleaned carefully away, blood and broken furniture and...

Esfir squeezed her eyes shut and advanced blind into the room. Couldn't bear to see the space where her life had changed so dramatically. She advanced blind for a few paces, the Lord Sovereign's footfalls echoing in the empty space. The throne room was a large place and felt even bigger only occupied by two people.

Then Esfir's paws hit the edge of the steps that led to the throne dais itself and she forced herself to look at the marble she was crawling over. Nothing more.

But of course she wasn't able to do that. The same pangs and terrors and fears that commanded her to curl up and shut her eyes also demanded she look. To the pair of thrones that sat upon...

No. There was only one throne now. The other had been removed entirely. Esfir blinked hard. Tried to bite back a little gasping whimper but couldn't. The Lord Sovereign paused next to her. Dropped a paw to the back of the little wolf's head and stroked the soft fur there, Esfir cringing from his touch.

"This is my throne room now," he said, stroking behind Esfir's ears, ignoring the way they'd pinned back in dismay, "...this is my palace. And you..." His golden eyes dropped to her, Esfir staring hard at the floor, unable to make eye contact, "you are mine as well."

Then he was moving forward to the throne, letting the leash spool out behind him, giving Esfir a few feet of slack as he sat down upon the regal, carved wood throne.

Esfir had grown up seeing a lot of the throne. Had watched her mother and father...and later just her father, sit in this very room attending to their duties. Seeing the tiger claim what she had known for all of her life to be her father's was-

The Lord Sovereign jerked her forward and Esfir fell on her face, shivering in quiet, helpless rage for a long moment before picking herself back up. She sniffled miserably. Wiped the back of one paw roughly across her eyes and tried to bite back the unending oceans of fear and despair that threatened to submerge her, but it was no use. They swamped her completely.

The Lord Sovereign let out a little contented breath and undid the front of his pants, exposing a thick, pink feline cock, hardening before Esfir's eyes. It was much bigger than the cat's had been and Esfir found the fur rising on the back of her neck at the mere sight of it.

Not again...

She stayed where she was, on her paws and knees, trembling miserably, eyes locked on the tiger's cock. She knew what he demanded of her, even without him having to say a word. Wanted badly to refuse, but he held the leash. He sat on the throne. He occupied the very space where her life had been ripped apart.

Esfir started slowly forward, the Lord Sovereign reeling in her leash until she was right before him, kneeling down, blinking hard against a silent deluge of tears. The tiger on the throne reached forward to cup Esfir's face, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the little wolf.

"You're mine," the tiger said, words overlaying a possessive growl that rumbled deep in his chest, "and that's all you'll ever be." But though his paw remained where it was, claws tickling the skin behind her ear, he made no move to physically force her onto his cock.

Esfir swallowed hard, cringing under the Lord Sovereign's words, the unknowable, terrifying look in his eyes. Slowly edged forward and opened her mouth.

Giving in felt horrible, but she didn't know how to fight back against anything like what was in front of her. Shut her eyes as the Lord Sovereign's cock slid into her mouth, stretching her jaws wide around its girth. The tiger thrust his hips slowly up, just enough to make Esfir gag, paw falling away from the side of her head, finding her arms instead, guiding her paws up.

Carefully, with practiced ease, he placed one at the base of his shaft and the other to where his heavy feline balls jerked in their fur covered sack. Esfir held them uncertainly, alarmed by their weight and heft. She remembered how tough it had been to swallow the cum the soldiers had shot into her mouth in the dungeon. Wondered fearfully what this would be like.

Esfir kept her eyes shut and her paws where the Lord Sovereign had placed them, desperate not to do anything to upset the tiger. And indeed he smiled, looking down at the princess as she trembled and gagged and gasped for air around his shaft. It filled her mouth completely, blocking her throat but for tiny moments where she tried hard to keep herself from getting too light headed and simply passing out.

"Use your tongue." The tiger commanded.

Esfir hesitated in her submissive motions for a moment. Sniffled and trembled before reluctantly obeying. She could taste the Lord Sovereign's pre more intensely now. Could feel his balls jerking in her paw, tightening and tensing.

"Perhaps you're a coward," the Lord Sovereign leaned back slightly, raising his hips and pushing more of his cock into Esfir's throat, making the little wolf gag, "but it's made you pliable. You crawled to me on your paws and knees, over the ground where I took your kingdom from you...and you made yourself mine."

The tiger came, almost in conjunction with his last word, powerful jets of thick cum flooding Esfir's mouth. She jolted back, shocked by the volume, coughing and choking as the Lord Sovereign painted her face with his seed. She winced and reached a paw up to wipe the stuff away, but the Lord Sovereign shook his head. Smiled cruelly.

"Leave it," he said, "...that's who you are now."

Esfir hesitated for a moment, but obeyed. Sank slowly to the ground and shivered there on the marble at the Lord Sovereign's feet, hot tears plinking to the stone and cum drying on her face.

The Lord Sovereign let her tremble for a moment, then snapped his fingers, the little wolf jolting.

"Clean it." He ordered, eyes flashing down to his cum and saliva covered cock.

Esfir took a deep breath.

Obeyed.