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"How much longer is this going to take?" The tiger sighed heavily. They'd been waiting in the castle's luxurious waiting room for what he was sure was a better part of an hour. The room was in one of the highest floors of the large castle, which meant the window had a beautiful view of the green fields and dense forests behind the castle itself. They had clean, pristine looking couches to sit on and even a fireplace. A large, fancy looking table adorned the left side of the room and the tiger was pretty sure there was supposed to be food over it for the waiting guests, but at that moment there was none.

"We will wait as long as it is necessary, Jevier. Kings are usually busy." The wolf responded in the same uptight, serious tone he often spoke with. Unlike the tiger who was splayed over one of the couches, the wolf had been standing this whole time. Graham, or Sir Graham if one cared about titles, wore every piece of his heavy, polished armor. It did make for quite a sight with the symbols of his holy order engraved in gold over the metal of his chest and shoulders. A few small dents could be seen in the armor since they hadn't been to a proper blacksmith in weeks, but the wolf always kept it as shiny as he could. The tiger couldn't help but wince at how hot it must have been for the gray and thick furred wolf under the layer of metal and leather. Graham didn't complain, though. He never did.

Jev just scoffed. "Will you ever call me Jev instead of using my whole name? Like, you know, everyone else?" The tiger smirked. He shifted on the couch and finally decided to unhook the sheaths of the two short swords from his belt and leave the weapons at the small center table in front of the couches. He caught Graham frowning at that. Jev very much doubted they'd need weapons in an audience with a king. That they were allowed to bring them up this far was a wonder by itself. He'd been wrong about that before, though. Graham's long sword sat on its scabbard by the wolf's waist. Graham simply looked away, not bothering to answer.

"It would be heinous for a paladin of the Order of Lupos to refer to one's self by something as frivolous as nickname!" The third occupant of the room, a hyena named Velven, said that mimicking the rougher voice tone of the wolf. It brought a good laugh out of Jev and a heavy scowl from Graham, who just folded his arms and turned away from them.

"Seriously though, this is taking forever! How rude of them to keep US waiting! I mean, us of all of people!" The hyena wasn't armed like the other two. While the wolf wore heavy armor and even Jev had a thick layer of heavy leather over his orange, striped fur, Velven was the only one in the group who dressed for fashion rather than for self preservation. The hyena wore a silky, dark green tunic that went down to his waist, fine looking black pants with an adorned belt and even a feathered hat. Hanging from his belt by a small chain was the hyena's only 'weapon'. A small harmonica he used for performing. Graham's title of paladin had been granted to the wolf as an honor from his order after he had proven himself capable by going through many trials, but when Velven called himself a 'bard', 'artist' or 'performer extraordinaire' it was all made up by himself.

"Quiet. Don't be disrespectful towards royalty," the wolf growled at the hyena in a low voice. "We should have left you outside with the others."

"Then who was going to negotiate a good, fair price over our most excellent services for this job? You?" The hyena grinned with the question. Jev chuckled. He knew Velven was making a reference over a job Graham had agreed to do for free because 'it was right' once. It ended up being a demon hunt that took them weeks.

The wolf just grumbled something unintelligible under his breath and looked away still scowling. The tiger knew those weren't bad words because the wolf wasn't allowed to curse, but sometimes Velven got him pretty close.

The tiger, hyena and wolf had to wait another good half hour before the door finally opened again. Into the room stepped a somewhat short cat whose species Jev couldn't quite identify followed by two of the large, armored lion guards they had seen dozens of around the castle. Jev and Velven stood up immediately.

"I beg your forgiveness for making you wait, noble adventurers!" The cat's voice was high-pitched and just plain weird. He wore heavy purple robes that just screamed of high nobility even though he was still somewhat young. The cat bowed in apology. "We tried and tried to get an opening in the king's busy schedule, but His Majesty is just too busy today! I am His Royal Highness' Lord Advisor and will speak in his stead." The cat bowed again as if he had to apologize for that fact. Velven was the first to step up and take the lead.

"The king is busy? With all due respect, we came at his request. It took us days to get here. Judging by the message we received I was under the impression that the matter at hand was serious enough to warrant the king's attention." The hyena's tone changed in its entirety if compared to the relaxed mockery they had engaged on earlier. Jev watched the hyena from behind and the tiger was always impressed at his way with words. Velven couldn't fight the smallest of goblin off, but he did have quite the talent in dealing with people.

"Well, yes! It is a most dire matter! The whole kingdom is in jeopardy, which is why we called upon the most famous and successful group of adventurers we could find! It is absolutely imperative that you help us in this time of need!" The cat, or Lord Advisor, sounded genuinely troubled.

"And yet the king is too busy." Velven sounded skeptical on purpose, Jev was sure. The cat looked troubled lowering his head and averting his eyes.

"W-well, you see, the king's schedule is very very tight! His Majesty has many demands to look into a-and he's not feeling so well and... it's just... It is not possible. Not possible. I will be happy to negotiate the terms of what is required with you, however. His Highness has given me full authority." The cat looked increasingly nervous as he spoke. Jev and Graham exchanged a look. Even he and the wolf could see something was odd in the way the cat was behaving. Before Velven could answer, however, he was cut off.

"The king's all mess'd up." All the heads turned to look towards the door. Leaning on the doorway was a short, lithe fox. Wayne was part of their group and, much like Jev, he wore leather covering most of his common red vulpine fur. His leather armor had darker tones and a lighter feel to it. The fox had two small daggers hanging from his waist and, though Wayne swore he was twenty one years old, he looked even younger than that.

"I'm sorry, who is this?" The cat asked. The guards looked at each other and one of them pulled his sword from its scabbard. Velven raised his hands immediately.

"Wait wait wait! He's one of ours! He's with us." The guard looked at the cat, who nodded at him. He finally put his sword away.

"What did you say, Wayne?" Jev asked himself. The fox nodded at him.

"I said the king's all mess'd up. I went up there, watch'd 'im. Had to watch for a while to believe he'w's the king." Despite the fox's street-like accent, he didn't sound worried. Wayne sounded more amused than anything. Graham, however, growled at him.

"What did I say about being respectful, Wayne?" The wolf's scolding did make the fox's ears fold back a little.

Nobody looked as worried and confused as the cat, however. "I'm sorry, what? The throne room is in lockdown. Nobody is allowed in or out without my permission or the king's!"

The fox simply shrugged. "Well, I was bor'd of waitin' outside, so I decided to come in. Not me fault that your castle's full o' empty rooms to hide in an' your windows full o' ledges to climb through."

It was Graham that set his foot down on the floor in response to that. The wolf's armor made it noisy and a growl followed it. "Damn it, Wayne. I distinctively forbade you from sneaking up on our employers while we're negotiating! We had a talk!" Graham stepped forward towards the fox, hand extended with every intention to grab him, but when the heavy armored wolf made the lunge to grab at Wayne's scruff, the fox slid between his legs and in a blink of an eye was behind Jev clinging to his armor.

"I couldn't help it! Sittin' outside with the dogs an' dragon is freakin' boring! Plus, I got to see the king's crazyness an' warn you!" The fox clung tighter to Jev's clothes, keeping the tiger between himself and the wolf, who spun around to keep growling at him.

"And this is exactly why we leave you outside!" Graham growled back at him.

"You snuck past all the guards and into the throne room?!" The cat asked, looking dumbfounded. The Lord Advisor brought his hands up to his ears and pulled at them nervously. It was the hyena in charge of the negotiations that spoke up.

"And it looks like lil' Wayne there got a peek of what you've been hiding, huh? We're not closing this deal if you're keeping information from us." Velven scoffed at the cat, then turned towards the door. "Come on guys. If they don't trust us there's no reason to try to deal with them."

Jev looked at Velven confused. They had taken deals knowing a lot less and a big pile of gold was still a big pile of gold. Graham looked just as confused, but as soon as Velven stepped past the door's threshold the cat called out to him.

"Wait!!"

Velven stopped, but didn't turn around. From his vantage point Jev could see he was grinning. Only then did the tiger understand his bluff.

"Fine! Fine, I'll take you all to the king. Please, we really need your help! I... he... we will explain everything there."

Nobody spoke against it. The hyena's grin had disappeared when he turned around and nodded, expression dark as if he was still mad about being deceived. The cat looked very, very nervous with his tail swishing behind him, but he lowered his head and stepped forth, leading the four adventurers up to the throne room.

Two very large doors of adorned wood with four armed guards standing at the entrance made it clear they had made it to the throne room. The cat glanced back and then, swallowed hard, then stepped forward to whisper a few words to one of the guards. The wolf, tiger, hyena and fox just stood back waiting.

"Why did you say the king was crazy?" Jev whispered towards Wayne. The fox just snickered.

"Oh, you wouldn' believe if I told you. Wait an' see. Ah, ah, Graham! You might wanna wait outside, big wolf." The fox's snickering grew as he said that causing one of the guards to glance towards them. Graham stood tall, straight and serious as always, but he did give Wayne a hard glare over that comment.

Jev just raised an eyebrow. The tiger had seen Graham walk through battlefields filled with wounded soldiers without so much as flinching at the awful sights.

"The king will see you now," the cat announced, making everyone stand up straight. "Please, I beg of you not to judge. His Highness' condition is caused by the very curse we are hiring you to break! I beg all of you not to tell a word to anyone about what you see!"

Jev took a deep breath. The cat looked and sounded truly genuine when he showed his sorrow about the king's condition. The tiger wondered if he should ask to stay outside too. In the end, however, his curiosity won. As two of the guards opened one of the large doors to let the four adventurers into the throne room, Jev stepped forward.

What they saw was not at all anything even remotely closed to what Jev had imagined.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Graham demanded. The wolf turned his eyes away in disgust, put an arm in front of his eyes to avoid having to see the king and just outright growled at the cat that entered behind them. "Is this some sort of joke?!"

Jev and Velven, however, could not take their eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of them. Wayne at their side just giggled.

The king hadn't even noticed their presence, for he was too involved in what he was doing. They had already known that the king was a lion much like most of the castle was. He looked like he was just entering his forties with a gracious, well cared and shiny mane. His fur was golden just like that of most guards, but it had a certain grace to it. They could, in fact, see all of his fur because the king was very much naked.

They could also see the king's member. Pink, decently sized, barbed like Jev's own, the tiger noticed, and throbbing. The king was on his knees right in front of his throne, his hands placed on a larger, muscular lion's thighs while the king himself, with his eyes closed, thoroughly sucked the other lion's cock. By the shoulder pads and helmet the other lion was still wearing everyone could tell he was a guard and, honestly, he didn't look too comfortable being sucked off by the king either, but his groans showed some enjoyment. The king, however? He looked like he was in heaven. He was sucking that cock as if it was the most delicious treat in the whole world. With half of the member inside his maw, his tongue was extending out to slowly and teasingly lick and taste the cock he was sucking.

The guard getting his member worked on by the king was the first notice the three open-jawed newcomers when Graham growled his complaint about it. Jev could see the embarrassment coming up the large lion's face and, immediately, he pulled back while tapping the king's shoulder. For a moment, Jev could also see the utter disappointment of the lion king when that cock was so suddenly pulled out from his maw, but he too open his eyes, blinked at them, and then his eyes went wide.

"HENTH!" The king roared. It echoed through the large, beautifully adorned throne room. "I specifically told you not to let anyone in here! ANYONE!"

The Lord Advisor made his way between them to hurry towards the lion. He threw himself to his knees, head bowing all the way to the floor.

"I beg for your forgiveness, Your Highness!! These are the adventurers you requested, the best, most successful group in the area! They came to help lift your curse, Your Most Gracious Majesty!" The Lord Advisor's voice quivered as much as he did as he spoke.

The lion king, however, simply stood up. He was still rock hard and now, facing the adventurers, Jev could see remnants of cum and precum around the fur of his crotch and stomach. The lion, however, did not seem bothered at all by the fact that he was completely nude and erect in front of guests. His eyes went through each of them and Jev could see a powerful figure in them. The lion's eyes were of a deep, dark yellow as he scowled. Jev saw Graham looking up for a moment, then the wolf immediately looking away again with another grunt of disgust.

"And you couldn't deal with it yourself?!" The king asked, making the cat yelp. He kept his head low even as the king stepped forward towards them.

"My apologies, Your Grace! I-I was going to! But they s-s-sneaked in and- I... I thought it would be better if they knew about everything!" The cat sounded like he regretted that at that moment. The king, however, just mumbled a grunt. He walked right past the bowing cat to stand right in front of Jev, Velven, Wayne and Graham.

The king's eyes were still fixated on them. His authority was undeniable, but it was also deeply disconcerting to have the lion's cock standing upright so close to them. As a tiger, Jev didn't have the best nose around, but he could very much smell sex and musk coming from the lion king. Graham, which as a wolf probably had the best nose of them all, flinched and grunted in distaste one more time.

"I am King Von Hardt, seventh of the noble lion generation and holder of the throne of Argardia," the king said in a deep, commanding tone. Jev saw Velven bowing his head in respect and so he did the same, as did the fox and wolf. All of them looked as uncomfortable as he was, however.

"I apologize for this display that I am aware is... crude. It was not meant to be seen." The king continued, his voice as deep as before. "All of this is because of that curse. May the gods' wrath fall upon that dreadful wizard!" The king's hand closed into a fist, trembling with rage.

"Yes." It was the Lord Advisor who continued. He had gotten up and stood behind the king now. The cat looked even more meek in comparison to the larger lion king at his side. "I deeply apologize! This is all because of the curse! You see, His Majesty cannot wear clothes. Even the smallest loincloth makes him itch like a stray dog full of fleas!"

The king growled at the cat, which promptly had him yelp and shut up. Still, the lion nodded.

"Yes. Clothes feel... wrong. But that's not the worst part of it by far." The lion cleared his throat. Jev caught a glimpse of embarrassment under the strong figure of the king. "Let me start at the beginning."

"The wizard came to this very throne room. He looked like any of the other dozens of commoners that came requesting audience with the king. He even waited for his turn, like all the others. By his clothing we all judged him no more than a farmer." King Von Hardt shook his head and gritted his teeth. Jev saw his hand making a fist of fury again.

"Except he did not have a request. I was sitting in my throne like I always am. Even my wife was by my side. That is when the wizard revealed himself. He said we did not deserve to rule and, before my guards could stop him, he chanted the magic words that brought this curse upon us. My wife and I both fell in the same instant. The guards surrounded him, but in a flash of light and an explosion of smoke, the wizard was gone. I had never seen such powerful magic before."

Jev exchanged a look with the others. Neither had them, as far as the tiger knew.

"From that point forward everything fell apart. This damned curse afflicts me, my wife and even my son who was not even there when it was cast! It's felt every minute of every day by all of us. We cannot rule in such a state of depravity!" The lion looked angry again and the cat by his side just lowered his head.

"That was over two weeks ago. We have had to shut the castle's doors since then, but the people are starting to realize that something is wrong. They cannot see their king in this poor state!" The lion's foot went down to stomp the ground. "You MUST find this wizard and break this curse. Bring him here, kill him, whatever it takes as long as this curse goes away! I don't-HNGH..."

The king stopped speaking to grunt. The lion took a step back and clutched his chest prompting everyone to take a step forward in concern. The cat put a hand on his king's back with an expression of worry.

"I cannot hold back. I just can't!" The lion announced. Then, he fell down on his knees. The lion lunged forward towards Jev, hands coming to his waist to grab at him before looking up at him.

"Can I please suck you off? Just for a few moments?!" The king's powerful aura was all but gone when the tiger saw the lion's begging expression. Jev just stood there dumbfounded. The tiger opened his mouth to answer, but he didn't know what to say, so he just looked at the others.

The cat was quick to come forward, grabbing at the king's shoulders to try to pull him off the tiger.

"Please, my lord, this is not how you should behave! You must fight the curse!" The Lord Advisor pulled on the lion's fur, but the king ignored him. He just kept staring at Jev.

"Uhh, I don't think..." Jev started, taking a step backwards. The king got the message. He looked at Wayne instead, who stood at the tiger's side then.

"Can I suck you off then?!" The lion didn't even sound like himself anymore. It was as if he was desperate for it. The fox looked as uncomfortable as the tiger.

"I don' wanna be arrested because I had my prick down a king's throat," Wayne said, taking a step backwards as well. Velven, on the other hand, just snickered.

"Well, we should all serve the king to the best of our ability. If that's what His Highness wants..." The hyena grinned. He brought his hands up to his belt and it was as if he was already going to undo them, but then Graham pulled him back with a growl.

"No," the wolf declared, much to the hyena's disappointment. "This is OBSCENE! This is an act of depravity that cannot be forgiven!"

Graham was still avoiding looking directly towards the king, but he seemed really worked up. It was only reasonable that he was, too. As a paladin of the famous Order of Lupos, Graham has been trained since he was very young. It was also common knowledge that the paladins of Lupos took a vow of chastity when they came of age, promising to keep themselves pure and free of distractions of the flesh in order to keep their focus on the teachings and mission of their god. The wolf had always been sensitive to such subjects even when it was just Velven bragging about some whore he had hooked up with at an inn, so it was only natural that a curse of this nature would get under the wolf's skin.

"We will find whoever cast this filthy curse and punish them accordingly," the wolf declared, still growling.

"For the right price," Velven quickly added. He was putting his belt back together and he too looked disappointed. The king, however, just... mewled in disappointment.

"You!" The king said, pointing at the guard next to his throne. The one he had been sucking off before. The big lion was just about done putting his pants back on when he stood at attention. "Come here! I need you!"

The guard did as he was told. He didn't say anything, but he looked uncomfortable and didn't even bother closing his pants properly, he just held them on as he stepped forward. When he got close enough to the king, King Von Hardt himself crawled towards him and pretty much ripped his pants open so that he could access the guard's sheath. The lion's cock had mostly retreated back, but the king advanced upon the other lion's sheath as if he was making out with someone. The king went right back to moaning as if it was a relief to be able to lick someone's balls again. He immediately started working on coaxing the guard's cock back to full hardness and as soon as the first hint of pink appeared again, his tongue attacked it with hunger.

Everyone just watched it with discomfort and awe with the exception of the wolf, who pretty much turned away with a constant low growl.

"So... if I understand it right, his wife is suffering from the same curse? Doing the same... things?" It was Velven who asked. The hyena snickered at the thought, licking his lips. He was the only one who looked like he was kind of enjoying the show the king was putting up. The Lord Advisor frowned at him, but nodded.

"... Yes. She is kept on their room with... guards. For some reason they are not satisfied just with each other. Another of the curse's evil twists." They all heard a growl coming from the king when the cat said that, but it was muffled by the cock he was sucking on inside his maw. The king's full attention was back to it in a matter of seconds.

"Please, you must find this wizard and stop this dreadful curse before our kingdom collapses without a proper king! Our sources tracked the wizard to the deep forests to the north, but that's mostly unclaimed territory. They had trouble tracking his whereabouts in such a large span of woods."

Jev forced himself to keep his attention on the cat and not on the lewd, inappropriate display of the king sucking off his servant with such vehemency.

"There is nothing that I can't track. If the wizard is in that forest, we can find him," the tiger said with confidence. He was, after all, a master tracker.

"We will find this wizard and bring him to justice!" Graham said with determination. He still kept his eyes away.

"For a fair price, as I said." Velven quickly added once more. The cat looked disappointed, but nodded.

"Anything for sake of the kingdom! I just urge you to do it quickly! You must head out there as soon as possible! Then we will pay whatever it takes!" It was like the Lord Advisor was ushering them out.

"Ten thousand pieces of gold." When Velven said that, everyone looked at him with wide eyes. Everyone save the king who was too busy making slurping sounds as he sucked on the guard's cock. The hyena stood firm, face straight showing he was serious. That was an exorbitant amount of gold. More than they had probably made in their last twenty jobs combined.

"That is a fortune!" The Lord Advisor said in protest.

"Well, if you want your king free of this curse as quick as possible, we can certainly handle it. For ten thousand pieces of gold." The hyena folded his arms still looking dead serious. The cat hesitated for just a small moment, but then he nodded.

"Fine! Ten thousand pieces of gold if you leave right now and deal with it! You will have it as soon as the curse is broken!" The cat didn't seem too happy, but he didn't seem too worried either. Jev didn't say anything, but ten thousand pieces of gold was a fortune that not even a rich kingdom could part with that easily. He knew Velven was good at negotiating, but these people must be truly desperate. Graham at the side didn't look very pleased, but they had taught the wolf not to weigh in during price negotiations, 'lest they ended up doing everything for free just because it was right.

"We want half now, half when we're done. Then we'll leave right away and you should have your king back soon enough so that no one will never know this happened." As he said that, Velven nodded towards the king. The lion had the guard's whole cock inside his maw, deep throating him. The poor lion seemed to be holding back from cumming already.

"That's preposterous! No, you will get your payment when I am sure the curse is broken and that you were responsible for it!" The cat looked angry for the first time.

Velven didn't even answer right away. He simply kept staring at the king's shameful display for a while longer, then finally he shrugged.

"I'm sorry, that's just not how we work. This is risky business and we have plenty of offers, but if you change your mind you can contact us again and we will come back as soon as we can." The hyena made a motion to turn and leave. Jev had seen the hyena pull off that trick on the cat just moments before, but this time it took barely the hyena spinning before the cat raised his hand to hold him off.

"Wait!" The Lord Advisor gritted his teeth and still hesitated, but finally he lowered his head. "Fine. Three thousand now, the other seven when you return. How about that?"

The hyena made a show of looking like he was considering it. Three thousand was such a large amount, so he'd be a fool not to take it. Finally, Velven nodded.

"Alright. Three now, seven when we are successful." The hyena extended his hand for the cat, who begrudgingly shook it.

The guard at his side couldn't hold off from moaning. All eyes, even Graham's for a moment, fell upon the king as he pulled out just enough to let the tip of the guard's cock rest upon his tongue. It let all of them see the thick spurts of cum coming from the muscular lion and how much the king seemed to savor it as it covered his tongue and ran down his throat for him to swallow. The king moaned himself as if his guard's cum was a fine wine of the richest flavor. They could all see the king's cock pulsing with precum dripping down the length. Velven snickered at the sight, Wayne just watched with awe and Graham was still growling. Jev felt his own loins stirring despite the fact that these were two males interacting. He couldn't help but picture the king's wife doing the same thing, however, and as wrong as that was, it was hot.

The Lord Advisor ushered them out after the king started licking the drops of cum that had fallen down off the floor. Even as they left, they still caught a glimpse of the king calling one of the guards that were standing outside the door into the throne room with the same lust in his eyes.

After that they spent some time going over the details with the Lord Advisor. It was mostly Graham and Velven asking the most important questions such as who was this wizard and, most importantly, why he would cast a curse upon the royal family. This wizard simply cast the spell over the king and disappeared without any demands, but from that point forward the king, his wife and his son had begun having those urges to sexually please other males. Exclusively other males. None of them could wear clothes anymore and no matter how much they fought it, the urges were too strong.

As for the wizard's appearance, the cat said he wore a long cloak yet crude when he appeared, but that the guards could definitely tell he had canine features. The cat told them that in two weeks of searching every nook and cranny of the villages surrounding the castle, they hadn't found the wizard, but they had gathered tales and rumors of one living in the large uninhabited forest to the north.

That was pretty much all they managed to get from the Lord Advisor before they head back out of the castle with a heavy sack containing three thousand whole pieces of gold in it.

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When the group got back to the castle's entrance, the first thing they heard was barking. Jev smiled, the tiger going down on one knee to greet the three large dogs that came running towards him. They didn't dare jump on him, he taught them better than that, but they did wag their tails, then gave his face a few licks, which he allowed. It was good to let canines show their affection like that.

Trerdran, Verdran and Cardran were Jev's three hunting dogs. They were large wolfdogs, a breed of dogs that kinda looked like feral wolves to the untrained eye, but most importantly, were definitely as big as one. Cardran, the biggest of the three, was definitely larger than any feral wolf Jev had ever seen. As a specialist beast trainer, Jev spent a lot of time making sure all three dogs knew all of his commands. Jev wasn't a perfect swordmaster with his short swords, but the three dogs alongside him made for a fierce opponent to anyone that crossed the group's path during their jobs.

"Blergh." Wayne made an overly exaggerated disgusted face at the tiger's side because of the face licking. Velven did the same and then both hyena and fox walked past him to gather their things.

"Did they behave?" Jev asked, finally pushing the dogs back and standing up. He looked at their fifth and final companion.

"Well enough."

Dreviren was a dragon. His scales were pitch black and his red eyes could definitely be seen as intimidating, especially when paired up with the dragon's usually quiet attitude. Dragons were a very rare sight around most of the world, which Jev guessed was one of the reasons why Dreviren prefered to keep to himself most of the time. The dragon wore simple hard leather armor much like Jev did with a bow and quiver strapped to his back. Drev was always at ready. As if anything bad could possibly happen in front of a castle swarming with lion guards.

"How did it go?" Dreviren asked. The dragon already looked towards Graham because the wolf was the only one usually capable of giving a straight, serious answer. He was right.

"We got to see lion dick," Velven replied from behind them with a chuckle. It brought a chuckle from Jev and Wayne and the usual growl of disapproval from Graham.

"The king and his family are afflicted by a curse. A most vile curse. We're tasked of finding the bastard that did this and putting an end to it." The wolf's explanation was dry and short, but Dreviren just nodded.

"We're getting ten freakin' thousand goldies for it too," Wayne quickly added. He pointed at the sack of gold the hyena was putting away. Velven just grinned and nodded. Dreviren, however, just frowned.

"That is a large sum. Why so much?" The dragon eyed the sack with suspicion.

"They were desperate," Velven quickly said with a little bit of pride in his voice over the price he had negotiated. "You should've seen the king, Drev. He asked if he could suck my c-"

Graham interrupted him by clearing his throat and glaring at the hyena, who just giggled.

"The situation is dire indeed. We will be able to use this gold to help many in need," the wolf continued in his usual strict tone. The dragon was satisfied with that.

Jev gave his dogs a few more playful pets, strapped his own backpack across his back and soon enough the group set off in their mission.

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The young lion let out a long, drawn out groan of frustration. He did not know where we was, but he knew he was far away from his castle. Far away from his father, far away from everything he knew. Prince Edwin Von Hardt couldn't see. The room he was in was pitch-black, his golden eyes glowing in a strange blue fire-like glow were the only source of light, but they only allowed him to see his own short leonine muzzle and a little bit of the void in front of it.

The lion couldn't move. He was hanging in the air, held by something he couldn't see, but that felt cold and very thick. Prince Edwin was an adept swordsman and in good form, but no amount of struggling had gotten the things intertwined around his naked form to budge even a little. It was as if they were as solid as the roots of a large tree. The prince couldn't even tell if he was in a room. The place felt cold and damp on his naked fur. He could smell earth and the slightly pleasant odor of flowers, which meant nature was close by, but not a single ray of sunlight had penetrated into wherever he was for days. He was sure it had been several days, maybe weeks since the strange wizard had shown up at the throne room and taken him. He had slept several times, but he really couldn't tell.

"Finally..."

It was the voice that said it. It was him. Most of the time the prince couldn't tell when he was there with him or when the voice just rang inside his head. The young lion's eyes searched the room frantically, however. Oh, how he hoped he was actually there! A faint trace of a smell was the tell he was looking for. Prince Edwin smiled wide. The wizard was actually there! He never heard any doors opening, no steps coming close, nothing. The wizard was just there sometimes and then, just like that, he wasn't.

"Please!" The prince begged. He didn't have to say anything else. The lion shifted around, applying a little force against the things that held his arms, his legs, his wrists, ankles, chest, everything in the air. He applied that force not because he wanted out. He did, but he knew it was pointless. He struggled against them because he was eager.

He laughed. The wizard laughed, but the lion was used to it. He could picture that long canine muzzle grinning with sharp elongated teeth at full display when he heard that laugh, but he didn't know if that was a memory or just his imagination. It was a long, drawn out laugh full of genuine amusement. The lion then heard some shuffling ahead of him and his heart jumped. The prince's smile grew wider yet.

And then it was there. Right in front of his muzzle illuminated by the faint strange light coming from his own eyes, a furry sheath. A tip of pink flesh could be seen poking out of it. Prince Edwin licked his lips in eagerness and felt strands of drool dripping down from his muzzle, but he ignored those. His struggle increased just so he could come forward and reach it. The lion stuck his tongue out as far as it could go in a desperate attempt to reach that sheath, but it was just barely out of his tongue reach. He could touch it with the tip of his tongue when he tried very hard, but no more than that. It made the prince let out a mewl of disappointment and desperation. That too made the wizard laugh.

He needed that sheath. Deep down he knew that it was the curse. The curse that this damned bastard of a wizard had inflicted upon his family. It was, in fact, through him that the curse affected the rest of his kin, or so the wizard had told him. While before the prince would never have even thought about touching another man's manhood, now he craved them more than he craved food or water. The prince felt jealous, in fact. Jealous of his father and mother that had guards to satisfy their cravings day and night while he was stuck there depending on the wizard's whims to get any satisfaction himself.

The prince felt a hand going through his head, then down his once powerful mane. He looked up, for it was rare for him to be touched like that. He could see no more than hints of the furry arm that delicately scratched his neck.

"They're coming," the wizard said. He sounded very excited. "They're coming and they're even better than I thought they would be."

Prince Edwin didn't care much about what he was saying. The lion was still desperately trying to reach the sheath right in front of him. The wizard's cock slowly grew, pushing his sheath back in what the lion now thought was a beautiful sight. The wizard took one single small step forward and that was enough for the lion to reach it.

Prince Edwin wasted no time. He moaned in delight when his tongue touched the wizard's sheath. He tasted its earthly musk and his palate exploded with such pleasure that he had to close his eyes for a moment to take it in. Eagerly, the lion's tongue lapped at the wizard's growing length. His tongue spread saliva all over the cream-colored sheath, then the lion did his best to reach the length inside it to convince it to come out. It was working. The wizard above him just chuckled and continued to caress his mane.

"Your time is almost up, little lion," the wizard continued even though Prince Edwin was barely listening. "Aren't you happy that the curse will finally be lifted? Or perhaps you would be happier if the curse stayed. It surely seems that way..."

The wizard took another half step forward, allowing the lion to reach his balls with his tongue. The prince licked it all eagerly taking immense pleasure in it. As soon as half the wizard's cock was out of that sheath, he took it upon his muzzle to suckle on it and, again, moaned with pleasure in doing so. Prince Edwin knew that soon he would get to taste that salty delight that was the male's precum. The lion's heart was beating fast in excitement over it.

"Maybe I'll leave a little taste for males when I put you back home. I would very much like to see the look in your father's face when he finds you on your knees in front of one of your soldiers a year from now." The wizard laughed again after he said that. It was a loud laugh full of fun as if he had just told a joke.

"It will be so much fun!"

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Jev carefully cut the stems of the mushrooms off, then slid them into his pouch. They'd make fine poison to use in darts or coat his blades in. Alongside the aid of his three dogs that was another thing ruffians never saw coming. The tiger stood up and took a deep breath. They were deep into the forest having traveled four days to get to the edge of it and then spending four more making their way inside it.

Since the tiger had grown up playing and adventuring through forests, he felt truly comfortable in them. Sure, the trees here were different from the ones in their homeland and the weather was a little colder even with them being in spring, but a forest was still a forest. Birds chirped, the ground was filled with plants, tree roots, bugs... and strangely enough, in this forest, flowers. Jev had never seen a forest filled with flowers everywhere before. It gave the place a serene look. Behind the tiger, Verdran let out a soft whimper. The dog had been keeping close to him for the last day or two.

"What's wrong, boy?" Jev leaned forward to pet him and ruffle his fur playfully. Verdran's tail wagged in response, but his ears remained lowered. Jev knew the dog was distressed about something, but he couldn't quite tell what it was. He had checked him for wounds and he was eating well, so it was hard to tell. "C'mon, let's go back."

The tiger navigated the wilderness with remarkable ease. Within minutes he made his way back to the small clearing the group had stopped at to rest. Verdran runned up to sniff the other two dogs, Cardran and Trerdran, while everyone else looked up at him with interest.

"I found more tracks and signs. They still lead to the northwest, so I guess we'll continue heading that way." The tiger's announcement had them all frowning and grunting. This wizard, wherever he was hiding, was deep into the woods. Jev could see clear tracks, even if most of them were faded, of activity that wasn't purely animal in the woods. Cut off plants, faded campfire remnants... All of them told the tracker that someone had been through there at some point. Given how isolated this forest was, the wizard and maybe a few people that lived with him were the most likely option.

"Ugh! Forests suck! I hate this wizard!" It was Velven who was complaining. It always was. The hyena was the only one of the five that still wore fine looking clothes even though they had been away from civilization for days. Even Graham had packed away his heavy, shiny armor and replaced it with a lighter, more combat-worn variation of steel. Velven was panting softly, sitting in an old fallen tree trunk. The hyena had one of his boots unlaced, one leg crossed over the other so that he could massage his own foot. The whole group was used to it. The bard did great in even the shadiest types of cities, but whenever their jobs led them to places like caves or forests, this happened.

"We offered you the option of staying behind. It is unlikely that there will be any negotiation with this depraved magic wielder," Graham said in his stern tone. The wolf was leaning against a tree. He too was panting slightly, but the wolf never complained about anything. The simple mention of the wizard brought a light growl to the wolf's voice, however. What he had seen in the castle still bothered him, Jev could tell.

"Oh, yeah? And then what? I'm supposed to rely on Wayne to recall our heroic deeds?" The hyena actually growled his response, genuinely annoyed. Somehow Jev just couldn't see Velven's growling as threatening, though. It was nothing like Graham's. " 'And then I hid in a closet for six hours and cut the others' bonds while the guards slept'." Velven said that in a mockery of Wayne's voice, then rolled his eyes. A remarkably good imitation, even. It made Jev chuckle and even Dreviren, the usually quiet and grumpy dragon, smirk.

"'t was true, though," Wayne said. The fox just grinned. He didn't look too bothered with the uncomfortable treading through the forest, either.

"Not even the most talented bard in all the realms can make a song out of that!" Velven complained.

"Is writing a song worth risking your life? Need I remind you that you're less than useless in a fight? A fight we will most likely have with this wicked wizard?" As always, Graham's tone was dead serious. It made all the giggles and smiles fade away, but Velven didn't seem bothered.

"Of course it is," the hyena explained as if it was the most obvious fact. "That's what makes a song great. It's all about the inspiration, about the grandeur! It's about the-" The hyena stopped to look at Graham, the wolf just glaring at him with the same annoyed expression he had most of the time when talking to Velven. "Bah, why do I even bother trying to explain it to you? You wouldn't understand art even if it was thoroughly explained in one of your holy books or whatever." Velven waved a hand in dismissal towards the wolf then went back to taking care of his footpaw.

"Do not disrespect the sacred writings of Lupos," the wolf growled with his frown deepening. Before Velven could reply, however, Dreviren stepped forward. The dragon cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Enough with the banter. What we should really be discussing is how can this wizard be residing so deep into the woods. It strikes me as odd." Dreviren's tone was as serious as it always was. He looked at each one of them in turn. And he raised a valid point.

"If he knows the forest well enough, I'd say it's plausible. They're easy to navigate once you get the hang of them," Jev explained. "But if he moved around a lot, there'd be trails. I would've found those if there were any, I'm sure."

"Maybe he oughtta be usin' some magic to go back and forth. Like portals an' stuff. The king said he puffed outta' the throne room just like that." Wayne smirked after that. "Wish I could do that too."

"In none of the arcane archives have I read about such powerful magics. Teleportation does exist, but in this great of a distance..." The wolf brought his hand to his chin, thinking.

"Could it be that these tracks don't belong to the wizard at all, but to other adventurers or passersby?" Dreviren asked, turning towards Jev. The tiger thought about it for a moment, but ultimately shook his head.

"I kind of doubt it. Those were tracks of travelers, not of casual hunters. We're in too deep in the forest now to justify hunters coming this far. There must be something up ahead that someone was heading towards." The tiger was confident in his skills. He had been tracking people like that for his whole life. Jev sighed, however. "This would be a lot easier if the dogs could sniff around. I'm sure they would've picked up something by now..."

Jev looked at his the three wolfdogs. They were idly sitting and laying there, looking at them with their tongues lolling out of their muzzles. Jev had trained all of them to track by scent, but in this forest he quickly found that they couldn't.

"Judging by how much this place still stinks, I doubt they can," Graham said. As a wolf, his nose was slightly better than everyone else's. The fault for that was all around them in the form of the strange flowers growing pretty much everywhere. At first, they looked kind of pretty with their with light brownish-colored petals, but they had a very strong, even if somewhat pleasant, odor that made it hard even for the dogs to distinguish anything else.

"It makes me wonder how predators even hunt in these woods," Jev said with another sigh. "Come to think of it, we haven't seen many animals around for a while, either."

"Uhh, lucky us? I don't want to be eaten by some bear or something while I sleep!" Velven was tying his boot back on, but he felt the need to add that. It did make Jev shake his head with a smile. They weren't even close to bear habitats.

"Let's just keep moving. Whatever we find, we'll deal with." Graham stood up as he said that. Everyone else got ready to move again, but none of them seemed that confident about it.

Another day passed. When it came to traveling it wasn't any different from the previous days trekking through the dense forest, but something was definitely different. Verdran wouldn't leave Jev's side anymore. The dog was pretty much glued to his leg. Even when they went to sleep all three dogs made their way into the tiger's tent to sleep near him. They normally had no problem sleeping on their own outside.

It wasn't just them, either. Jev himself could feel something, as if the air itself was wrong. The tracks leading north were still there and, if anything, growing in number, but the wrongness was also there. The tiger could also tell that he wasn't the only one feeling it. Graham was on alert all the time, Velven was complaining a little less and even Wayne kept his daggers on his belt.

The forest still looked the same. Dense woods, flowers everywhere, birds chirping around, but no big animals in sight. The tiger was starting to dislike the place. When they came to a halt to rest again in the middle of the day, everyone was quiet. Other than the regular chatter of 'let's rest here', there was no conversation. Surprisingly, it was Dreviren who spoke up first after they settled down.

"Something is very wrong," the dragon said. They all looked up at him. "There's magic in the air. I can feel it. This isn't natural."

"You can feel it? You?" It was Wayne who asked that. The fox had a point. Though Dreviren gave him a small glare that made the fox's ears drop down. The reason why he asked that was because, while dragons were magical beings by nature, Dreviren himself was an exception. It was the very reason why he was an outcast and why they had a very unusual dragon marksman in their group. Dreviren, unlike most of his brethren, had been born without any magical attunement. They all knew the dragon didn't like speaking about it or how troubled that simple fact that he had no control over had brought to his old life, but they all knew it.

"Yes," the dragon said, obviously annoyed. "I can feel it as in, recognize it. There's magic up and about and it's not the good kind of magic."

"Is there any magic that is good?" Velven asked, sighing. "So, what? You think the wizard is nearby? Think he's on to us?"

"We already knew there'd be a trap waiting," Graham added. The wolf was actually sniffing the air in different directions around, but he soon covered his nose with his sleeve and made a face. "Damned flowers."

"We did?" Velven asked, looking surprised.

"Of course," the dragon explained. "This wizard is probably expecting someone to come get him for what he did. If not that, then he will at least have some sort of trap in place around wherever it is that he is hiding. If we are close to him, then we have to be wary, too."

Jev watched the conversation. The tiger was listening intently, but Verdran was pressing himself against his leg so strongly that it was almost pushing him to the side. He glanced at the dog to see him with his tail between his legs and ears pinned against his head. Trerdran and Cardran looked distressed as well, both dogs sniffing around and just overall agitated. Jevier knew there was no immediate danger skulking around or else they'd be growling and alert. He'd never seen them like that.

The tiger knelt down to pet Verdran while the group discussed what could or couldn't be a trap laid by a wizard. They'd been through some of these before. At first, Verdran seemed to be calming down. He had always been the less outgoing of the three. When dealing with a small pack of trained animals like that Jev knew that they inevitably created their own little hierarchy. Poor Verdran was at the bottom. It didn't make much of a difference as it was just something dogs did by instinct.

Things looked like they were getting better, but then, all of a sudden, a stronger wave of whatever that 'wrongness' feeling was hit them. It lasted only a small moment, but it was enough to get everyone to stop speaking and look around. It was also enough for Verdran to whimper out loud. The wolfdog looked around, growled for a small moment... and then before Jev could get a hold of him, sprinted towards the forest.

"Verdran!" Jev called out immediately. "Verdran, come back! Back! Here!" Everyone turned towards him. Never before Jev had had problems with his dogs not obeying him. Before he could do anything else Cardran and Trerdram were running too, sprinting right through the bushes after Verdran.

"Cardran! TRERDRAM! Damnit!" Jev called out, but they didn't listen. The tiger growled softly himself and just glanced at the others with a quick "I'll go get them" before he dashed into the woods after them. His dogs had never been spooked out like that before. The tiger was genuinely worried.

"Jev, wait! You can't-!"

The tiger heard Dreviren's voice behind him, but he was already running. If he let them get too far he could lose them and then tracking them would take much longer. He could still hear the foliage moving about ahead of him. Jev ran through the forest calling out to them, but they still didn't listen.

The tiger dexterously jumped over tree roots and dodged low branches, but keeping up with four legged animals was hard. Ultimately, however, he made his way past thicker bushes that led to a hilltop clearing.

A small, yet wide area with no trees let the sunlight through and, in turn, made for a beautiful patch of tall grass and flowers. The trunk from an old, fallen tree had tiny mushrooms sprouting at its side. There was a certain beauty to the place, but the tiger had no time to stop and appreciate it because Verdran and Cardran were sitting right there. They had stopped and Verdran was whimpering, looking even more distressed than before, while Cardran just sniffed and circled him as if worried. Jev quickly approached them and crouched by Verdran's side.

"There there, boy. What was that? What's wrong?" The tiger took hold of Verdran's paw to inspect it, looking for injuries. The dog let him, as he always did. Cardran let out a small bark, but Jev hushed him to the side for the moment since he was obviously not injured.

Still, Jev found no sign of injuries in Verdran or anything that could have caused the strange behavior. It was the first time he had had such problems with his dogs ever since they were untrained pups. Worst of all, there was still no sign of Trerdran around. Jev just sighed.

"What in all the hells is wrong with you guys?" The tiger felt frustrated. He knew canines like the pads of his paws and yet he couldn't tell what was wrong with them. He ruffled Verdran's fur to calm the dog down a little and, for once, that seemed to work. Verdran stopped trembling and whimpering.

"I'm gonna need you guys to sniff out Trerdran. I know it's hard with these flowers, but he has to be nearby." Jev had an habit of talking to his dogs when he was alone. They could, after all, understand a lot. Not his words per say, but his gestures and commands.

The tiger had barely stood up when he heard an angry growl and felt a hard tug coming from his leg, taking him down. It caught him off-guard, so Jev simply spun and fell face first on the soft earth beneath him with a grunt. Something pulled at his pants having hold of the cloth and pulling him back. As the tiger quickly twisted to the side, he heard the sound of his pants ripping at the back as it was tugged too hard, but he managed to turn around. Jev's hand went straight down to the sheath of his short sword ready to draw it, but while he expected some sort of wild animal that had somehow, against all odds, snuck on him, he hesitated when he faced his own dog. Cardran.

He wasn't himself, though. The dog's hackles were up growling and showing his teeth towards Jev in a distinct, ready to fight position. The difference was in his eyes. They burned in blue as if they were on a fire, yet the fire looked ethereal, almost transparent.

"Cardran?! Cardran! What's wrong? Stand down! Cardran, stand down!" Jev ordered it with all the authority he could muster in his voice. Yet the feral wolfdog didn't listen. In a split second, Jev drew one of his blades from its sheath just in time to put it between him and Cardran's teeth with the dog advancing right upon his face full of aggression. Jev cursed. He knew he had to stand up or the feral dog would have an advantage upon him. With a heavy heart, he brought his knee up to Cardran's chest so that he could, with a grunt of effort, push the dog to the side and roll away.

Just as he was getting up with his eyes fixated on the staggered wolfdog, Jev was pulled to the side again by another tug at his waistline. The hanging rags of his pants were torn off immediately alongside his leather belt and pouches as the tiger stumbled to the side, but he still managed to twist away stand up in his two feet. When had their teeth grown so sharp? Jev turned to see Verdran growling at him with a bit of cloth from his pants between his teeth, eyes burning with the same blue as Cardran's.

Jev's pants fell apart, leaving him embarrassingly naked around the waist with rags of cloth stuck to his legs. As indecent as it was, the tiger was forced to kick those away so that they wouldn't get in the way of his movement. He stood there wearing his light shirt and light leather armor from the waist up, but nothing from the waist down. That was, however, the very least of his worries at that moment.

"Verdran! Cardran! Snap out of it! Stand! DOWN! Heel!" The tiger ordered loud and clear. It had worked ever since they were pups. It had always worked! They had never, would never turn against him. Some sort of evil magic was taking hold of them, Jev was sure, and it had something to do with that blue fire around their eyes. The tiger drew his second short sword and took a few careful steps back, but he was surrounded by both dogs, each one on one side, both growling menacingly at him looking just about ready to pounce.

"You're not going to hurt your precious little dogs..." The voice made Jev's eyes grow a little wider. He immediately looked all around him to see where it had come from, but he couldn't see anyone else save from the two dogs threatening him.

"What?!" The tiger took a step back, confused, and the two dogs took a step forward each showing him they had no intention of letting him run away.

"You feel so proud of them. You have trained others before, but none came out as well as these three..." The voice spoke slowly and with conviction. It sounded so... strange. It was hard to describe. Jev was quick to realize, however, that he wasn't even sure if it was a voice. It sounded like it was speaking into his head. From inside. Yet, it was also distinct. It sounded masculine, but it wasn't any voice he could recognize.

"You would never hurt them, even if you had no choice..." When the voice spoke again, Jev could swear he could also detect a hint of... it was almost like it was... amusement in it? The tiger didn't have time to ponder over that, however. His eyes snapped to the right as Cardran advanced upon him with a bark, growling like a wild animal.

The tiger turned towards him, both swords at ready. He saw the dog coming at him, jumping towards him. In those split seconds, Jev's combat trained mind saw a few different openings and opportunities he had. With two swords he could jab at the dog's side, he could swing down from beneath and sink his blade in the feral animal's belly... The tiger had plenty of experience fighting animals, but this time? This time Jev didn't follow any of his fighting reflexes. He brought his swords closer to himself as if to defend, but the dog was coming at him with too much strength. Cardran fell over him and his swords did little to prevent them both from falling over with Cardran above him.

With a grunt, Jev hit the ground hard. As he looked above him, again he saw an opportunity to twist an arm away and stab the dog's side and again he didn't take it. The voice was right. He couldn't hurt Cardran. Even his furious growling sounded familiar. Jev was forced to let go of one of his swords so that he could use his arm to protect his neck, which was where a feral animal was most likely to go for. He might have been right, for as soon as he did Cardran's muzzle indeed came to bite his arm. At first, Jev grunted, but he soon realized that the teeth hadn't sunk into his skin, even though they had all the power to do so. He tried to pull his arm away, but as soon as he did Cardran's growl intensified and he fell those teeth gripping his arm tighter, threatening to actually hurt him, so he stopped.

Again, Jev didn't have time to think and ponder on what was happening or why it was happening. He saw Verdran approaching from the left and suddenly he felt a sharp sting at his side. Reflexively, his free arm went down to feel at it and he was surprised to find something there. Something he quickly tugged free and brought up to look at. The tiger's eyes went even wider.

"What th-"

Jev didn't understand. It was one of his poisoned darts. The ones he kept at his pouch, which, when he looked at it, lay on the ground where Verdran had ripped his belt off, but it was now open with his flasks and darts scattered on the ground. The yellow liquid dripping from the sharp, tiny point of the dart had the tiger recognizing it as one of his paralyzing concotions, but still, it was Verdran who must have brought it up with his muzzle and stung him with it.

He had never trained his dogs to do something like that.

Jev felt Cardran's grip on his arm loosening, the dog's muzzle opening to let it go. Immediately he tried to seize that opportunity to twist away and free himself once more, but he quickly found that he couldn't. Jev grit his teeth and tried to fight the poison, but he knew in his head that he couldn't. The fast acting paralysis was a powerful muscle relaxant. He felt his grip on the sword he was still holding falter and, while he tried to keep it, his fingers wouldn't respond and the short sword fell on the ground. His arm trembled when he tried to roll to the side and he only managed half a roll before he felt strength sapped from him. His arm stopped responding. So did his legs. And all while he was painfully aware of his two dogs watching him and growling right above him.

"Cardrr.. rr.." Jev tried to say, but his mouth was also slacking. He felt drool coming down the side of his muzzle but he couldn't even stop it. In a matter of minutes everything but the tiger's eyes and mind was paralyzed. His mind indeed wasn't, for it raced. He was in deep trouble. The paralysis could last for hours! He needed help, and he needed it fast! Where were the others? Jev was the wilderness tracker, but they shouldn't have that much trouble finding a large clearing. Maybe they were waiting for him to return... As his eyes shifted back and forth, catching Verdran and Cardran at the corner of each one, he couldn't tell what his dogs were going to do.

"They won't hurt you," the voice said calmly in his head again, as if knowing what he was thinking. "I mean, they could, but they won't." Again, there it was. The hint of amusement, stronger this time.

"Wh... whho... whhh..." Jev tried to say, to ask, but he couldn't speak properly. His muzzle didn't obey him, nor did his tongue. The tiger hadn't been paralyzed by that poison since he was a cub learning about them and he was just beginning to realize what a truly frustrating poison it could be. His eyes shifted back and forth as much as they could, but there was still no one else in the clearing save for him and his two dogs. The voice had to be in his head. Foul magic.

"That would be no fun at all," the voice continued. Verdran and Cardran moved around him. They stopped growling and, at the corner of his eye, Jev saw that their tails were now wagging slowly. As if they had been successful in hunting their prey. Cardran's muzzle came to his shoulder, pushing it, fidgeting and tried to get under it and then, in one swift move, the dog managed to turn him around on the ground. Jev's face hit the hard earth as he was turned around to be lie on his belly. He tasted a tad of the earth as his paralyzed tongue lolled out of his muzzle, but all he could do about that was grunt softly with distaste.

Then it got even stranger. Jev felt one of the dog's muzzle lifting him by the back of his shirt as if it was a scruff. The dog growled softly as he pulled, dragging the tiger through the grass and earth. He had never taught his dogs to carry stuff like that, either.

"Hnnnnghhh..." The tiger tried to speak again, to order them, do something! Yet all he could do was lay there as he his non-responsive body was carried by one of his dogs. He felt the earth beneath his non-responsive limbs, saw the fallen tree trunk approaching, then Cardran awkwardly placed him over it so that his chest lay on it while his knees remained bent as if he was on all fours. His arms simply flopped uselessly over it. His head was lowered, almost touching the ground on the other side of the large trunk, which meant he could no longer see much more than the earth beneath him.

"These dogs are really fond of you. As you are of them. Isn't that just beautiful?" This time the voice's words were followed by a small laugh as if that was something funny. Jev had no doubt that it must have been the wizard doing all of that. It had to be. They had never fought something like that, however. Someone able to control his feral dogs with magic like that. Jev's mind was racing trying to think of ways to escape. Or, well, at least do something to get away. He was at the mercy of his dogs- no, of the wizard, and who knew what he was going to...

Jev's eyes grew wide.

He felt a cold nose touching him in the most intimate of places. Right between his cheeks, above his balls. It was soon followed by the warmth of a soft tongue giving him a soft lick right to his furry testicles. Jev hadn't even been worried about the fact that his pants had been ripped apart given the urgency of everything else, but suddenly that fact came crashing down on his mind like a boulder. He was lying on his chest over a tree trunk, paralyzed and completely exposed.

As soon as he felt that his first reflex was to kick back. He still didn't want to hurt Cardran and Verdran, but being touched like that... Well, it was completely reflexive. Regardless, even though his brain said 'kick', his legs did no such thing. Jev didn't move at all and thus, another small, careful lick came to the back of his balls. Slowly, the dextrous tongue reached from the base of his furry nuts up all the way to his taint.

"HNNGH!" Jev groaned with urgency. His jaw still wouldn't obey, his tongue was still lolling out. He could see drops of drool falling out of his mouth below and even though the invasive touch had his heart racing, his body still wouldn't work. The best Jev managed was a tiny shake of his head.

"Yes, they really do love you. I can feel it. It's so sweet," the voice said with a tone of mockery. "Don't you think this love should be shared? That it should be properly expressed?" The question came accompanied of another slow lick to his exposed balls. The lick was unnaturally slow again as if it was meant to tease him. To mock him. No feral dog licked someone like that!

"Hngh.. hmmm..hh.." Jev groaned. His face was starting to burn with embarrassment. He was being forced to lie semi-naked while his own trained dog licked his exposed privates. The tiger wished he could at least close his legs, but as they were they laid splayed and somewhat spread. One of his dogs, Verdran, approached him from the front. Jev's eyes shot up to look at him.

Unable to move, there was nothing he could do as Verdran approached his face. The feral wolfdog had his ears splayed showing his familiar signs of shy submission, but his eyes were still burning with that faint blue fire. Verdran sniffed Jev's face, his muzzle, then started to give it a few licks as well. Jev groaned one more time unable to even turn away from the dog's tongue lapping at his open snout.

"Yes, see? He's so happy to be with you." As if reacting to the voice, Verdran's tail started wagging behind him. His licking became more vehement, more determined, as if he was indeed happy. At the same time Cardran's tongue came to lap at Jev's balls and taint behind him. That made the tiger deeply uncomfortable, but he could do nothing but endure. Jev felt embarrassment and humiliation burning within him while both dogs licked him. The wizard was toying with him! It made him angry, desperate to fight back, but he just couldn't.

Cardran's tongue was licking him constantly and growing in pace as well. The dog's tongue sometimes got a little too close to the tiger's rear and, every time it did, it made Jev flinch. Or, at least, want to flinch. He was a male tiger after all and letting his feral dog do that was just wrong.

"This must be the sweetest thing I've ever seen," the voice said again. It still held a hint of a laugh behind it that made the shame Jev was feeling swell. "Your little dogs are so excited to be able to love you like that!"

Verdran stopped licking his face. Jev just grunted with distaste again, but he felt glad. Despite the humiliation, he was still focused on getting out. He had antidotes in his pouch. If he could somehow drink one it would still take a good while for his muscles to regain their full function, but at least he could move! His pouch was laying on the ground far from him, however. He couldn't think of any way to reach it. As he looked up, however, those thoughts left his head right away to be replaced by shock.

Verdran had stopped licking him so that the feral dog could take a few steps away from him. The dog then turned around leaving his sides exposed to Jev as if his intention was indeed to let the paralyzed tiger see him. Verdran was panting, tongue lolling out of his muzzle and tail still up high and wagging behind him. Between his legs, however, the feral dog's cock was fully hard. Its tapered canine shape pretty much glowed in deep red dangling between the dog's legs. The dog sat down on his haunches and, displaying his innate canine flexibility, bent over to sniff at his own hard-on. He even gave it a few licks right in front of Jev.

"Hnngh!" Jev's face twisted in disgust and turned his eyes away as best as he could. He could even see the dog's knot somewhat swelled, yet still inside his sheath. The tiger knew everything he had to know about canine anatomy for the purposes of breeding, but that didn't mean he enjoyed staring at a feral dog's hard dick right in front of him. Specially with Verdran licking it.

"See? Excited. They're both so very exciiiiited..." The voice sounded almost... eager? It was clearly taunting him, yet it still had a bit of a giggle behind it. His words, however, stuck to Jev's head. They were both excited? As if to confirm his thoughts, a more daring lick came straight to Jev's entrance, making his heart jump with the invasion. The tiger was growing nervous. Very, very nervous.

"Hnnnghff!" He tried to move. He tried hard to move, willing and forcing his arms to come up, yet they still didn't! The fur of his balls felt wet with dog saliva.

"Don't worry. It's like I said. It's all about the... love." The voice sounded so damn excited. Verdran finally stopped licking his own dick in front of the tiger and stood up again, but when he got close Jev let out a long, urgent groan. Verdran came closer to sniff his face again and Jev couldn't even turn it away. No, all he could do was close his eyes and let out a disgusted grunt when he felt the dog's tongue licking him right in the snout. The same tongue that had just licked its own hard cock. The tongue licked his face, his nose and even his teeth inside his hanging, open muzzle. It touched his own tongue, for fuck's sake!

"What is it? Something wrong? That's just how dogs express their love." The voice inside his head sounded as if he was just recovering from laughing. The fucker! Between the high shame, disgust and humiliation Jev was feeling his anger managed to at least let out a hint of a growl through his throat.

"Oh, come on. You can't say you're not enjoying this. I can see everything..."

In direct response to the voice once more, both dogs stopped licking him. Jev soon felt Cardran's nose touching his balls as the dog shoved his muzzle between his legs. The lick that came next made Jev mentally flinch and groan all over again. Right against his sheath, Jev hadn't even noticed that some of his cock was dangling out of it. He felt that warm tongue right against his half-exposed member and, despite how much he hated it, he could feel himself growing harder as the licking continued.

The tiny barbs around the tiger's cock didn't seem to bother Cardran's tongue at all. The dog licked him as if it was a sweet treat. Even more desperately Jev tried to move, to scramble away, to do anything to stop it, but it was hopeless. All he could do was lie there for the painfully long seconds, minutes it took for the feral dog to coax his cock out. Wrong didn't even begin to describe how it felt for the trainer.

Jev desperately wanted to get out. His eyes scanned the surroundings as best as he could from his awkward position, but there was still no sign of the others. Where were they?! The thought of being found by them like that, naked over a tree trunk with his own dog licking his hard cock, made his face burn even hotter with embarrassment, but he needed help. Jev couldn't see how his situation could get any worse, but just on cue, the voice rang inside his head again.

"Such an alpha you are. Pleased by the dogs you trained. Though, to be honest, you're not looking very alpha-ish right now, kitty." Though the voice mocked him, Cardran also stopped licking his cock. Jev sighed in relief. His member was left there, twitching, throbbing and covered in feral slobber, but this depraved act was not enjoyable for the tiger at all. At least that's what he kept telling himself steadily in his head.

"Maybe it's time to pass the mantle of alpha on. Now now, I know what you're thinking. It should be mine, but you know, I have no interest in a bunch of feral dogs. I'm not as close to them as you are." Jev was starting to really hate this wizard. The damned arrogant prick was really succeeding in making him even more self aware of his own mistake. He should never had gotten separated from the others.

"I think we should have a new alpha here. And what better way to establish an alpha's dominance than to claim his subordinates?" The damned wizard laughed as he said that. Jev was angry, frustrated, humiliated, but just as he started to ponder what the wizard meant by that, the answer came right over him. Literally.

Jev felt Cardran's weight over his back followed by the dog's clumsy paws grabbing at his waist. The tiger felt the feral's claws prickling at his own fur and the motion almost caused him to fall from the tree trunk, but it was thick enough to support them both. Jev wished he had fallen, though. He wished he could get away from the dog he had just realized was mounting him, as if he was going to breed him. As if he was going to fuck him.

Laughter rang inside Jev's head just as he realized what was happening. A long cackle from the wizard that only served to deepen his humiliation. Jev felt Cardran thrusting forward and, worse yet, he felt something hard poking at his thighs right between his legs. The dog moved forward to adjust himself a little and Jev, meanwhile, tried to fucking shout.

All he managed was drawn-out, weak groan. He tried hard, very very hard to move his arms, his legs, anything. His mind sent the most urgent commands, but nothing worked. Nothing obeyed. As Cardran continued his thrusting, Jev felt the tapared tip of the feral dog's hard cock poking near his entrance. Too near! Jev was a straight tiger, he wouldn't even fuck a male whore himself. Never in his life had he wanted to be on the bottom! It was, however, a thousand times worse yet. It was a feral dog!

"He'll be gentle," the voice said inside his head while Jev desperately tried to move. Verdran was sitting on his haunches right in front of him, hard cock fully exposed. Just glancing at it had Jev imagining that the exact same cock was trying to get into his ass, which made things so much worse!

"I mean... feral dogs are gentle, right? I'm sure they are... Or was it the other way around?" More laughing followed that. Jev managed to move his chin. Just a little, he swore he could move it! He tried jerking his head forward, anything to get away from the dog mounting him. He got his lolling tongue to swing back and forth a tiny bit, but he kept trying hard to move some more. Suddenly, his whole body indeed jerked forward when the feral dog found his entrance.

"HNNMGH!"

Jev had never felt anything like that before. The dog's large cock spearing him burned at first. Cardran was definitely not gentle, for as soon as he got himself in he pulled out some, only to thrust back in with more force than before to really settle his cock into the tiger's rear. At his side, Verdran started wagging his tail as if he was happy about that fact.

"Well, at least you're pretty relaxed." The voice spoke with mockery inside his head. Jev barely paid any attention to it. The tiger's eyes closed shut and when Cardran thrust into him again, he couldn't help but let out what was close to a mewl. His face grew hotter and red. He was being fucked by a feral dog. Like... like some bitch!

The dog had no reservations. He could hear Cardran panting and growling above him. For a blessed moment, the fucking stopped, though the twitching cock was still deep inside him. His relief was short lived, for it was only so that the dog's claws could get a little lower on his hips as the feral shifted his position slightly. After that, the thrusting reached even deeper, coming harder than before.

At first, Jev was just enduring the pain. As things grew slick and the fucking continued, however, some of the pain gave way to a myriad of other sensations the tiger didn't know he could even feel. All of them made his mind race, made his body ache. How could feel so much when he couldn't even move? Jev found himself wishing the dog had chosen one of his tranquilizing darts instead so that at least he could be sleeping. The feline was still trying to cope with everything, so he didn't even notice when Verdran stood up in front of him. He only did when he felt the dog's tongue giving his face a small lap again.

"What's wrong? Not enjoying your new alpha's treatment?" The voice had a mockery of concern in its tone this time. Jev did his best to ignore it, but it was hard even while he was getting pounded by a feral dog. Verdran padded away from him. "We'll fix that, won't we?"

That brought a red alert to Jev's mind. What did he mean? Could things get any worse? Jev quickly found out that, in a way, they could. He couldn't turn his head to see where Verdran had gone, but when he felt a cold nose poking at his own cock from the side he realized where he must be. It was quickly followed by a lick, then another, then another. With the pain and humiliation Jev's cock had mostly retreated back to its sheath, but just as before, the dog started to stimulate him and force his member to come out again even against his will.

"HNGH!" Jev tried to protest. He needed to fight it. The frustration of having to just lie there and take all of that depravity was as overwhelming as his shame. Soon the tiger was lying there with one of his dogs fucking him hard while the other lapped at his cock. For his own shame he found that he could feel himself dripping precum. Every time he did Verdran's tongue quickly shifted to his tip to lap it up like only a feral could.

Jev wasn't enjoying it. He wasn't enjoying any of that, but the fucking wizard was forcing him to! The tiger was certain he would be squirming if he could, for there was a weird, mind-blowing synchrony between the feelings of the dog's cock thrusting into his rear and the warm canine tongue licking his cock. His arousal was undeniable no matter how much he hated it.

Though for Jev it felt like an eternity, he didn't have to endure that for too long. Soon Cardran's growling starting to become more prominent. The dog's thrusting became stronger. Harder. The grip of the feral dog's claws around his waist tightened and Jev could feel the dog's hindpaws pulling closer to him. Verdran didn't stop lapping at his cock, making the tiger's barbed length stand firm at full attention beneath his legs in its modest size, jiggling back and forth every time Cardran's powerful hips pressed forward to shove his cock into the feline.

"You have bred dogs before," the voice said in his head. Jev was tormented by so many things he had almost forgotten about the presence of the evil perpetrator of the whole scheme. "You've seen how this ends..."

Jev had indeed bred dogs before, or at least coaxed them into breeding with the intent of producing strong offspring. He didn't know if the wizard somehow knew about his past or how, but he got it right. Until that point it hadn't occurred to Jev that he indeed knew how it ended with canines. The fucking in itself had been so overwhelming that he forgot, but remembering it brought the tiger into a whole new state of despair.

Suddenly Jev could feel it. He realized that the thing bumping against his rear with every one of Cardran's strong thrusts was the dog's knot. The large bulb of flesh that canines shoved into their partners to tie them. To keep their seed inside and impregnate their bitches. Jev had seen feral canine cocks before and he knew how large those knots were.

"HMGH! Hmmmmgmhgh!" The tiger tried to speak again. This time he wasn't even angry. As desperate as he was, he just wanted to plead. The wizard had the power to stop this, he was sure. Jev was defeated! He was at the wizard's mercy! That he was being fucked and licked by his dogs was already enough of an insult, but the wizard couldn't possibly let his own dog tie with him. He could barely take the dog's large cock considering he had never taken anything up his ass before. He definitely couldn't take a dog's knot. Jev tried so very hard to move. To make his muscles obey, to get away from the dog's increasingly hard thrusts. He could only feel his body jerking back and forth, feel the intense mix of pain and twisted pleasure that came every time the slick dog's dark red length buried itself into his ass.

No mercy came from the mysterious wizard. Cardran's efforts to shove his knot in were painfully clear to Jev as they continued causing the tiger to grunt and groan with urgency every time he felt that big bulb at the base of the dog's cock press so damn hard against his ass. Verdran, on the other hand, started licking his cock faster. The dog's tongue lapped and lapped, forcing the tiger to feel both pleasure and shame from the pleasure that came from his own member and coursed through his whole body. The thought of cumming went by Jev's head. He felt like he could, like he inevitably would, but he didn't want to. Not like that. His body, however, didn't agree with his thoughts.

It came so suddenly. Cardran was thrusting again and again, and then in one of the feral dog's harder thrusts Jev suddenly felt his ass painfully spreading as its resistance finally gave in to the dog's efforts. He felt the knot of inconceivable size going into him with a loud mewl of pain as it entered. The loudest sound he had managed to do so far. Alongside it, Cardran's jaws suddenly closed in against the back of his neck in what he knew was a mating bite. It made the whole thing so much worse.

Small droplets of tears appeared at the sides of the tiger's eyes. After the initial pain of that knot going in it didn't feel so bad, but his ass still felt the deep discomfort of having something too large lodged inside it. Cardran didn't stop, either. The dog continued to thrust, though they were now shallow and short, yet somehow they felt even more intense to the inexperienced tiger.

The large feral knot rumbling inside his tailhole brought, alongside the pain and humiliation, small yet intense jolts of pleasure. As buttons he didn't know he had got mashed again and again by his dog's large bulb of flesh, it made Jev's own cock spurt small bursts of precum for Verdran to lick. The damned dog never stopped licking. The unwanted pleasure was strong. Too strong. Everything felt so intense, so overwhelming.

Amidst all that was the shame. The shame of being fucked by a male. By a feral dog. By HIS feral dog. The shame of feeling pleasure, of feeling like he was about to cum for another dog just lapping at his cock. And while getting fucked, while having a feral's knot inside him. That strong sense of shame and humiliation grew tenfold when Cardran let out a muffled growl from between his closed teeth against the back of the tiger's neck.

Jev felt the dog's large cock start to twitch, to pulse, and them he felt the warmth of what he quickly realized was the feral dog's spunk flooding his insides. Immediately the dog's knot grew larger, then larger yet, making things even more uncomfortable and making sure not a single drop of feral dog cum was going to leave his insides. All Jev could do was let out a defeated, humiliated groan. Cardran's thrusting started to slow down, then came to a halt, but the tiger could still feel every throb and twitch of the wolfdog's thick cock stuck inside him.

"How does it feel? I bet you've never felt so connected with one of your dear hunting dogs before, huh? Oh, quite literally connected." Jev felt his face burning even hotter with the thought of someone, even if it was that bastard of a wizard, watching his humiliation. He grunted softly when he felt Cardran's teeth leaving the back of his neck, then his grunting grew heavier when the dog started moving. He felt so very clearly how the dog tugged his cock a few times trying to pull out and, when he saw that that wasn't going to work, Jev could feel the feral's large cock moving when the dog turned around so that they'd remain tied butt to butt. Jev could even feel Cardran's tail wagging right against his own. And yet still the dog's cock pulsed stuck inside him.

"I bet it feels good. I can tell you're really liking this."

Jev's first thought was that that was a blatant lie. He definitely wasn't enjoyed any of that, for he had never felt so humiliated in his life. Yet, when he felt Verdran's tongue returning to his cock it jumped and pulsed on its own right away. He had been too distracted and hadn't even realized Verdran had stopped licking him at some point, but as the dog resumed its work on his member he also realized that he was just as hard as he had been before.

The forced pleasure made his ass clench in a way that he couldn't control. Or at least he thought he wouldn't be able to even if he could control any of his muscles at all. The clenching made Cardran's cock stuck inside pulse every time, but it also made its presence felt to the tiger. That large knot pressing hard against all of his spots. Jev had jerked off plenty of times before as any male would, but it had never felt quite like... that. The pleasure was undeniable, even if humiliating, and as he felt Verdran's tongue lick his cock again and again with excitement he felt himself itching closer to what he wanted to avoid.

The dog's tongue worked on him expertly. It was like the dog knew just how to lick. That smooth, long tongue brushed by the underside of his exposed cock, then the dog shifted his muzzle to the side to pretty much envelop his cock in his tongue for a moment. Sometimes the tongue focused at the tip of his shaft stimulating his cock head so much that he had to hold back from moaning even in his paralyzed state. He felt himself getting close to cumming, felt his climax rising and shame swelled on him. Cardran tugged at his cock, reminding him that he had a feral dog tied to his ass just as his climax was about to hit. It made that deep sense of shame swell up inside him. It held his climax back for a moment, but that tongue...

"Are you going to cum like a bitch? Going to splatter the ground with your seed while your own dog is tied to you?" The voice sounded a little more serious this time, but Jev was sure it was only to further the guilt it was inflicting on him. He felt embarrassed, felt ashamed, felt so many things! But he couldn't deny that he wanted to cum. Verdran's tongue moved back down to his balls instead of his cock and, while Jev tried hard to reason within his own mind that that was a good thing, his cock throbbing in the air desperate to finish disagreed.

"Just get this over with," Jev thought. Maybe it was just a way to argue with himself, to find a reasonable excuse to cum without feeling so incredibly ashamed about it, but it was good enough. Jev closed his eyes and just felt his cock throbbing with need, with pleasure. It felt kind of like giving up, but the pleasure was so high. His body needed that. His barbed member pulsed, drooling precum between his legs. Each wet lick against his furry balls felt like a whole new tease. Jev found himself waiting almost too eagerly for the dog to casually move his muzzle downwards again, for that tongue to reach his cock and finish it once and for all.

"What will your companions think when they find you like this, hmm? With your dog knotted to your ass? Grass white with cum between your legs? Hmmmm?" The voice's amusement was back. Jev did his best to ignore it, to shut it down, but it was so loud inside his head. At least the high pleasure made it a little harder to focus on the wizard. It was all staged by this wizard. None of this was his fault. He didn't want any of this, nothing at all. That's what the tiger kept telling himself over and over again, and yet...

Yet, Verdran's tongue moved up to his taint instead of going down. Jev could feel Cardran shifting back and forth since he was probably feeling Verdran's tongue on his balls or sheath as well and that alone brought a bit of an involuntary moan to Jev. He didn't want any of this, so why was he feeling so damn frustrated that the dog wasn't licking his cock anymore? The edge of his orgasm was slowly fading away. That was both good and bad. It left Jev panting, his body craving the end of that which it had started, but at the same time it let the tiger feel a little more clarity. Realize that he definitely shouldn't want to cum with a feral dog knotted to his ass. Of course, along with those thoughts came the shame again.

And then all of a sudden Verdran's tongue was back at his cock. It was like a spark, making his dick flex and drip more precum down on the ground. The dog's tongue traveled from the tip to the base of his length, making it dangle back and forth in the air between his legs. Jev felt his climax approaching again. Too fast. With it, all of his thoughts shifted back away towards wanting it. Screw the guilt, screw the shame, he needed it! When the next moan came from Jev's weak throat, the tiger made no effort to hold it back.

"I guess you really are a bitch." The voice mocked him again, but this time Jev found it easier to ignore it. Sure, it still sparked shame and guilt inside him, but the craving made it easier to cope with it. "Who would've thought. The big, famous beast tamer. Oh, this is so much fun to watch! Look at how pathetic and needy you are! It would be such a shaaaaaame if... woops!"

Just as the wizard said that, just as Jev was feeling the familiar pleasure of orgasm swell inside him, the tongue stopped. It made Jev's eyes snap open in surprise. His cock continued to throb, to pulse and flex in the air so close to hitting its peak, but with nothing but the light breeze of the clearing to stimulate it, that throbbing slowly wound down in a deeply frustrating manner. It left the tiger panting. Jev made desperate attempts to move again, his brain screaming at his limbs to move, except this time it was to move his hips down. To hump. To reach down with his hands and jerk off to reach that orgasm.

Then Cardran tugged his knotted cock again. It was a stronger tug, strong enough to make Jev grunt feeling the pressure, but the dog's knot was still too swelled up to come out easily. It served to snap Jev out of his craving again. What was he doing? The shame returned stronger than ever even if the frustration on his loins was still there. The tiger's mind finally cleared enough to connect the dots and realize it was the wizard who made Verdran stop licking him right when he wanted him to do it. He was toying with him even more! That realization brought anger again and a whole new type of frustration. Just as Jev started to helplessly fight to move, as his thoughts were finally able to concentrate on what was important despite his rock hard cock, the tongue returned.

It made him moan again with surprise. He knew what the wizard was doing, but that didn't make it any easier. It didn't stop him from feeling the pleasure grow inside him again, feel his cock reaching the edge of orgasm in a matter of seconds again. This time, as if to add insult to injury, Cardran also tugged his knotted cock a few times just to remind the tiger that the feral dog had fucked him. He swore he could still feel the dog's seed inside him.

"I was right! You are so much fun to play with!" The voice sounded just exuberant. Laughter rang inside Jev's head again as he started panting. His orgasm was coming, he could feel it, and then it stopped again!

"Hnnnnnnnnnnghhhmmmmmm!" Jev let out a groan of pure frustration. The fucking wizard was torturing him! And it didn't stop there. It didn't matter how hard Jev tried to concentrate, how much he tried to move, nothing worked. He couldn't move to escape, couldn't move to jerk off, couldn't escape the circle of shame and humiliation that came every time his own trained dog's muzzle came between his legs to lap at his cock, then stopped right at the very last moment. How did the wizard even know? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, yet everything mattered. Jev lost track of time, lost track of how many times he was brought to the edge of orgasm, then denied its pleasure.

Cardran's knot still hadn't swelled down, the dog still locked to his master, when finally something changed. A sound came from the bushes behind them. Steps! Jev felt a heavy mix of shame, of hope, of embarrassment, of relief. He wasn't sure if he wanted someone to let him out or to just jerk him off, but he couldn't keep going with that torture. The tiger, however, also couldn't even move his head to see what was happening.

"Looks like things are about to get even MORE fun," the voice said in his head, just dripping with excitement. The wizard giggled like an excited cub. Jev's mind sprang to action. He had to warn them, had to tell them. The tiger tried to groan, tried to mutter words...

But then his dog attacked his cock with his tongue again and he just let out a weak moan instead.