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This story isn't as long as my last one, but it's still a decent length. If you want to skip to the smut, do a search for the word "lair". __If you have any suggestions or requests,feel free to leave them in the comments.

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Along the border of the Oberyn forest, right between the cities of Mayben and Tord, was a little hamlet. It was called Eldham, after its founders Jenise Eldern and Harben Torgham. Now, it had all the basic comforts of a hamlet: a peaceful chapel with a kind abbot, several merchants with various wares, two taverns with a few bar fights each, and even a clinic with one very skilled doctor. The people there were happy for the most part, free from bandits, plague, or tyranny. The only problem came from the roving wolf packs that lived within the woods. Now, they weren't outright raiding the hamlet after a few crackdowns by the army, but quite a few still held on to their old ways of pillaging and reaving. Every now and then some poor sod would run into one of these packs. Some got robbed, while others...well let's just say they weren't as fortunate.

Because of this, wolves were something of a boogeyman in the town. However, as with most monsters, someone figured out that killing them could earn a bit of coin from superstitious villagers. Over time, brave souls trickled into Eldham to hunt the wolves, tracking them down for their treasures, their hides, or even a few good stories. The villagers appreciated both the peace of mind and the business that adventurers brought with them, so they turned the smaller of the two taverns into the Bounty Hall. It became a gathering place for adventurers, where they could take jobs hunting wolves to their heart's content.

Alain was one of these adventurers seekers. A young buck from the streets of Tord, he had come to the hamlet to prove his worth and make a bit of gold on the side. He strode into town with a longsword at his hip and a tough leather cuirass on his chest. He entered the Bounty Hall with an air of confidence, his antlers giving him the look of a proper knight. Well, given his age he looked to be more of a squire, but still a fine one at that. He sat down at the bar and waved over the bartender.

"What'll it be?" The grizzled boar had a patch over one eye, scars across half his face, and a stout handaxe tucked in his belt.

"I'm here for a bounty, what have you got?"

The boar looked Alain over with his one good eye, then turned to the bottom of the bounty board. "Let's see...the apothecary's apprentice lost his alchemy kit...old Detta's pan has gone missing..." Alain tuned the bartender out, believing those menial tasks to be below someone of his ambitions. He focused instead on the top of the board, lined with the worst the woods had to offer. Bandit captains, warmongers, and sadistic shamans appeared in the posters, each with a decent number of zeros at the bottom. But among the scared faces and bared teeth something else caught his eye. An old bounty at the very top depicted a naked female wolf sitting on a rock by a lake, gesturing seductively with one claw. The bounty below the portrait was no joke, enough to set him up nicely for a month at least.

"What about that one?" Alain pointed up towards the nude wolf.

"The Witch? Forget it, kid."

"Why? What's one damsel going to do, screw me to death?"

"No, she'll get you all turned around with illusions and enchantments, then bash you over the head when you least expect it. If you're lucky, you'll wake up deep in the woods with your sword gone and a bruise on the back of your head. If you're not, you won't be waking up at all."

"I'll take your word for it, old-timer. Where's this charlatan at?"

The boar looked at Alain for a moment, unsure if the buck sitting in front of him was deaf or just a cocky moron. Then he shrugged, and replied, "She's up north by Lucent Lake. Don't worry about finding her, she doesn't exactly hide in a cave."

"Perfect." Alain got up from the bar, and strode toward the door. "The next time I walk in here will be with that wolf over my shoulder."

"I'll take your word for it." replied the bartender.

Alain bought everything he needed with some coin from his last job. With 50 feet of rope, a tin of trail rations, a bottle of ether, and some healing potions, he figured he was ready for anything. He started off on the path into the woods, looking back one last time at the cozy hamlet. I'll be famous, he thought, and all I need is to knock out some silly little wolf.

The journey got harder the deeper into the woods he got. Brambles and vines tugged at his clothing, only to be hacked away with a few swings of his sword. The path was shaded by a thick canopy of leaves, becoming overgrown with shrubs and the occasional tree. He kept hacking his way forward, slash by slash, until at last he got to a sunny clearing. There was a goat sitting on a stump on the other side of the clearing, munching on something leafy.

"Excuse me good sir, could you tell me which way to Lucent Lake?" The goat looked up, relaxing a bit when he saw Alain.

"Oh, you don't wanna go there. Not now." said the goat through a mouthful of lettuce. "Witch's there."

"Well, I'm going to take care of the Witch once and for all. Maybe a bit of gold could clear your memory?" Alain tossed a coin to the goat, which he caught in one aged hoof.

The goat giggled a bit. "Just up there. Won't take more than ten minutes." The goat nodded to one of the paths out of the clearing. "Though I should say, make it quick, 'fore the moon comes. It makes 'em stronger."

"Thank you good sir, I'll be on my way." Alain marched past the goat along the indicated path.

Alain could see a lake in the distance through the underbrush, and dropped into a crouch. He sneaked around to the side of the road, peeking towards the sandy shore through a bush. Almost instantly he spotted the wolf, laying on a flat rock with her back turned toward Alain. Silently, he took out the ether bottle and applied a bit to a rag. Holding the rag in one hand, he crept silently toward the wolf. He was as silent as a leaf on the wind, creeping closer and closer to the wolf's resting place. In the red light of sunset he was still visible, but she hadn't so much as twitched in his direction. She must be sleeping, he thought. He was almost upon her now, could see her chest rise and fall as she breathed. He raised the rag, brought it down on her snout...

...And reeled backward coughing as a cloud of smoke blasted him in the face. He quickly recovered, dropping the rag and swiftly pulling his sword from its scabbard. He crouched into a fighting stance, eyes scanning all around him. All of a sudden he could hear a woman's laughter, light and sweet, coming from all around him.

"Come out and fight, you hag!" Alain slowly turned, scanning everywhere at once.

Suddenly he heard a voice whisper right next to his ear, "I'm right here."

Alain whirled around, swinging his sword in a wild arc. He connected with nothing but air, frantically looking around for something, anything, that he could strike at. Panic and fear took hold of his mind, and he started backing away from the shore slowly. Step by step he went, never taking his eyes off the lake's crystal waters. As his hooves finally reached the comfort of green undergrowth, he turned full around and ran nose first into an outstretched rag. He tried to bat it away, to do something to save himself, but it was too late. As his limbs turned to rubber and his consciousness faded, the last thing he saw was the wolf standing over him.

Alain gradually came to, his mind hazy and weak. The first thing he felt was a cool breeze, across his whole body. He was sitting on something hard, something wooden. As feeling returned to his limbs he could feel rope on his wrists and ankles, binding him to the wooden thing. A chair, maybe? He forced his eyes open, gradually focusing on what was in front of him. It was...his own...crotch? And it wasn't the crotch of his pants, he could clearly see his cock. Why was he naked? He looked around, seeing rough stone walls lit with firelight from behind him. The walls were strewn with furs and trophies, ranging from swords and shields to spoons and snuff boxes. In front of him the cave narrowed into a passageway, with silver moonlight just barely visible at the end. His clothes and gear were heaped in a corner, tossed messily far out of reach. As his mind cleared further, he finally realized the gravity of his situation: he was naked and tied to a chair in a wolf's lair!

Panic flooded his senses, turning everything up to 11. He struggled against his bonds, straining for even an inch of freedom. His mind raced, trying to figure a way out of this. Could he cut the ropes? No, he didn't have anything sharp. Couldn't reach the knots to untie them either. He kept struggling and straining until something softly gripped his shoulders from behind.

Alain became deathly still, paralyzed by the fright of danger right behind him. He could feel warm breath on his ears as the thing leaned in close.

"Poor little buck, all alone in the wolf's den." It was the same voice from the lake, whispering again in his ear. "Such a tragedy."

The paws on his shoulder released, and the Witch walked around to his front. Her grey fur was flawless, accentuated by red- dyed stripes spiraling down her limbs. She left nothing to the imagination, wearing nothing but a belt with a large dagger hanging off it. Her breasts were shapely and round, decorated with more red markings. As Alain looked up into her eyes, he saw equal measures of lust and malice in their amber depths.

"Now, I just want to let you know that you are one lucky buck to come here this time of the month. Normally I'd be skinning you right now, but I think you can be of more use in...other ways" She must be in heat, thought Alain. "I'm going to offer you a deal. You do what I say, when I say, for as long as I like, and I'll let you go in one piece. But if you disobey, or try to leave early..." Her dagger was out and up against Alain's neck in a flash. "I won't hesitate to bleed you dry. Understood?" Alain hesitated for a second, then nodded once. What choice did he have?

"Good." The wolf walked back around him, returning to gripping his shoulders. "Before we begin, let's lay down some rules. First, you will refer to me as "Mistress". Is that clear?"

Alain nodded, only to have the wolf dig her claws into his back. "Say it."

"Yes."

Her claws kept pressing down. "Yes what?"

"Yes, Mistress." The wolf lessened her hold.

"Second, you will not speak unless spoken to."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Third, no matter what I do to you you will do nothing without my command."

"Yes, Mistress."

The wolf walked back around to his front, leaning in until her face was inches from his. "And finally, remember that you are nothing more than my toy. My weak, submissive, disposable little toy. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now let's begin." Without warning, the wolf grabbed Alain by the antlers and yanked him backwards, causing the chair to topple over. His head hit the stone floor with a hard crack, stunning him for a moment. When he regained his senses, he found the wolf straddling his neck.

"Now lick me." She raised her hips a bit, then brought her crotch down on top of Alain's snout. He could smell her heat from here, an exotic, predatory musk of lust. He got a great view of her pussy lips, inflamed from her heat. Despite the danger he was in, he began to get erect.

Alain suddenly felt a hard slap across his face, and looked up to see the wolf glaring down at him. "What did I say about doing what you're told?" Remembering what he had to do, he braced himself for a moment before giving a tentative lick.

It was a strange flavor, to be sure. The taste of it somehow made him more aroused, and he decided it wasn't that bad. Seeing the wolf relax a bit, Alain began licking in earnest. He lapped at her lips, each stroke sending small shivers of pleasure through the wolf. In one fluid motion she reached down and pulled Alain closer by his antlers, driving his snout against her hot pussy. His tongue reached deep into her, probing and stroking along her insides. He could feel her getting wetter, not just from his saliva but from her own juices. She was contracting too, squeezing against his probing tongue.

The wolf shuddered and moaned as Alain pressed in, still holding his snout tight to her nethers. "There's a good -mmph!- buck, nice and -ah!- compliant." Her breathing got heavier, interlaced with whimpers of pleasure. Her thighs started to tense on either side of his head like a spring. He could tell she was coming to a climax, and wondered if his servitude was coming to a close.

At last she let out a final moan of ecstasy, shivering uncontrollably and holding Alain in place. His head became clamped between her thighs, his tongue still probing inside her. Her eyes rolled back as she shook with pleasure. Her insides clamped on Alain even tighter, gripping him almost like a vice.

After a minute she relaxed, shakily standing up. She grabbed the back of the chair, hauling Alain upright with surprising strength. She leaned in close, her panting breath wafting into Alain's face. "You did a good job, buck."

"C-can I go now?" Alain immediately regretted the question, preemptively flinching from the inevitable slap to the face.

However, the slap didn't come. Instead, the wolf merely chuckled gleefully. "You must be one dumb buck, breaking every single rule at once. Now, I would normally just skin you alive..." Alain flinched at the thought, "...but I have a different punishment I want to try out." The wolf walked back behind him, rummaging through the various knick-knacks to find what she wanted. "Ah, here it is."

Alain only had a few seconds to wonder what "it" was before a loop of rope dropped around his neck. The rope tightened, then pulled him backwards to the floor. Just before hitting the ground it went taut, holding him up by the neck. He couldn't breathe with the rope strangling him, and he thrashed in vain as the wolf watched with amusement. She then shoved him back upright, letting the rope slacken.

Alain gasped for air, trying to recover as quickly as possible. The wolf walked back around to his front, the end of the rope in one paw like a leash. She then sat down on his lap, and began stroking his member with her empty hand.

"You know, I'm starting to wonder if you like this. Maybe you have a taste for being subjugated, made someone else's plaything." She looked down at his erect cock, then back up to his face. "Or, maybe you just like the look of me." Her pussy was still slick with his saliva, and she switched from stroking him to rubbing herself. "Now, I want to play a little game. I'm going to ride you as hard as I can while I choke the life out of you. If I finish before you, I'll cut you loose and you'll be free to go. But..." She choked up on the rope. "...if you cum in me, I'll happily keep going until you strangle to death. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress." Most of him regretted coming here, but some strange part of him looked forward to the thrill. Maybe she was right about him liking this, but for now he just needed to survive.

The wolf raised herself up, then carefully brought herself down onto his member. She teased him a bit first, tugging a bit on the rope while rubbing herself against him. Then the game began, and she pulled the rope taut while forcing Alain into her. She gasped as he entered, feeling his girth fill her up. He gasped too, but more for air than for pleasure.

As she began moving up and down, she pulled the rope back harder and harder. Alain started struggling, straining against his bonds in a vain attempt to get the rope off of him. The pain from the rope digging into his neck contrasted sharply with the intense pleasure coming from his loins. The friction of his cock rubbing inside of her was utterly blissful, her pussy tight and squeezing him. The wolf was feeling it too, her vagina fuller than it had been in a long time. She began moving faster, up and down, squeezing her muscles on the cock inside her.

After a minute of this, Alain began to get light-headed. The pain around his neck dulled, and his thrashing against the rope faltered. He could still feel the erotic friction, though, and could hear the wolf's loud moans. He felt something begin to rise up inside of him, and was about to let it out when he remembered the wolf's orders. Almost too late, he held back that feeling with all his strength. It was all he could focus on, for if he gave up he would be giving up his life.

The wolf's hips pounded into Alain's, getting faster and faster as her muscles began to tense. He was so big, filling her up and pounding deep within her body. She was having a hard time keeping the rope taut as her muscles began moving on their own, fueled by the same animalistic lust that drove her sensual moaning. Her loins were contracting on him unconsciously, pulling him in, begging for more.

Alain had almost slipped from the waking world when he felt the wolf spasm on top of him. In her ecstasy she forgot all about the rope, letting it drop to the ground and giving him the air he desperately needed. As he gasped for breath, the squeezing and friction of the wolf's insides finally drove him over the edge. He shot stream after stream of hot white cum into her womb, filling her so much that it began leaking out around the base of his shaft. The two of them just sat there for a moment, still coupled and covered in cum, the wolf resting her head on Alain's shoulder. At last she got up from him, then stepped up on the chair with one leg in the air. Without a word, she guided him muzzle back to her groin and he began to lap at their mixed fluids.

Now that he had a few lungfuls of air in him, Alain finally began thinking about the whole encounter. He realized that he liked it, and not just because of the sex. He enjoyed being subjugated, being forced to pleasure another without any concern for his own well being. The lightheadedness of being deprived of air also had a certain attraction to him, and further enforced his role as servant. Maybe when this was all over he could return to the lake. The wolf seemed to enjoy things as much as he did, after all.

Once all the salty cum was cleaned from her pussy, the wolf walked behind Alain again, taking the rope with her and returning it to its proper place. He could hear her walking back over to him, and was wondering what she was doing when she pressed a funny-smelling rag to his snout.

Alain woke up back in the sunny clearing where he had met the goat. He was still naked, but he saw that his belongings had been laid beside him. He got up, stretched a bit, then began to dress himself. He grabbed his gear, buckled on his sword, and headed back to the hamlet.

When he got back to the bounty hall, he was met with laughter. Some of the patrons were whispering about the cocky rookie who went in way over his head, while others just sniggered. The boar behind the bar simply gave him an "I told you so" look.

"I take it your little wolf hund didn't go so well?"

"Ah, yeah. I'm going back tomorrow."

The bartender and some of the patrons looked at Alain in shock. "Kid, you don't tangle with someone like the Witch and expect to live through a second meeting. It'd be suicide!"

"Eh, I'm feeling lucky." A sly grin crept over Alain's face.

"You must be crazy, risking your life like that."

"Yeah, something like that."