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Dawn of Dusk - Part 1: Tavern Wench - Chapter 2: My dog boy

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"Wench! Another ale!" I brought Kane, the mercenary, the requested drink. He grinned up at me and grabbed my arm and declared, "You know what? You look more beautiful with every beer." looking at me as if he expected me to laugh at this 'joke'. I barely kept down a growl, this is definitely not a compliment a girl wants to hear. It might have been alright if it had been said with a mocking smile. But he actually seemed serious about it. I began to have serious doubts about him. He had seemed charming enough at first, and I had all but outright promised to spend the night with him, but that had been five large tankards of beer ago, or had that been seven? The afternoon had been boring, at this time of year there are few merchant caravans so business had been slow. When there are so few customers Myra doesn't come in to work until dinnertime and even my father had left to take care of other business. Apart from the group of old sots who while away the time, sitting around a table, playing dice, nipping at their ale and bitching about how things aren't as good as they were in their youth. They are more of a fixture than the furniture, and about as exciting. A few people had come in to ask about the weather since we always get the diviners weather prediction and share it with our guests. But with the warm and stable weather many didn't even bother with that. Oh, the old regulars can tell some interesting stories, the problem was that I had been listening to their stories for years, and knew every one by heart. Give me the first ten words and I can tell you which story it's going to be and which jokes he's going to tell along with it. So, I was bored out of my skull, but since I was alone, I couldn't leave the taproom for long. When Kane offered to tell me another story I sauntered over to him, sat down on his lap and smiled at him. I allowed him to paw me; at first he was rather nice about it, in a rough sort, but his groping wasn't nearly as pleasant as it had been when he first came in. With every ale his hands squeezed harder and with less skill and attention to my needs. By now I could smell the ale on his breath quite clearly; and it wasn't dinnertime yet. "If you want to share my bed tonight then slow down with the drinking." "Sure thing, my pet." The stories he told of his exploits grew ever more outrageous and implausible. His tall tales did likely have their roots in reality, but I'm certain a lot of fictional stuff was added; especially his own accomplishments sounded far too grandiose. I might have believed the skill at arms he claimed for himself had he been a member of the duke's personal guard. Anyone as skilled as he claimed to be would not have had to work as a caravan guard. Still, his stories were entertaining enough to keep me on his lap. And at least while he spun his tales he slowed his drinking somewhat. I felt almost as much relief as disappointment when more guests started coming in as dinnertime neared and I had to leave his lap to serve them. Soon I was much too busy to worry much about him. Today Myra was late, which unfortunately happened more often than I liked, so I had to handle most of the busy dinnertime crowd. My father did help a bit with the serving (normally he spends most of his time behind the bar), but I had hardly any time to flirt with the guests like I normally did. I didn't even have more than a few moments to spare for Fido, my sweetheart. His parents named him Fideus, but everybody calls him Fido. He is a dog with a pretty mixed heritage; both parents are dogs, but his mother has a bit of wolf blood in her veins as well. He's big, really big, especially where it matters. And strong, he can lift me with one arm without breaking a sweat. As for looks, Mother Gaia wasn't especially kind to him there, he looks brutish, maybe even ugly, but he's a real sweetheart to his friends and family. While he isn't the sharpest knife in the kitchen, he isn't nearly as stupid as most people think he is. We've been together for years; yes, I sleep with other guys; no, I don't cheat on him, I don't lead him on. After all, he's the one who has always been after me. He knows that I follow Lillith and that I'm not ready to settle down with one male; I don't know if I ever will. He knows exactly what I do on the nights I'm not with him, and he's fine with it. Well, maybe not fine, I'm know he wants to be with me all the time, he has proposed to me more than once, but he prefers waiting, hoping for me to change my mind rather than leave. I don't know why, to be honest, I can't really get his fascination with me, or more specifically my tail. For some reason he has been utterly fascinated with my fluffy tail since we first met. I mean, I like my tail and all, but I simply can't get how someone can be so utterly fascinated by it. Just stroking it can keep him entertained and happy for hours. Lillith, I can even get him off just by swishing my tail in his face for a few minutes. "Hello, Fido!" Even when I stand on tiptoes he has to bend down so I can reach his face to kiss him. Sometimes he just picks me up like a child. We shared a long kiss and then we hugged. I inhaled his comforting male scent, spiced with his healthy sweat from working all day. "Fluffy Tail!" That might as well be his pet name for me. "Stay with you?" I broke our hug with some reluctance and I was about to turn him down, but then I reconsidered, at least partially, "Maybe." I swished my tail in his face a few times before I returned to my duties while he followed his friends to their table.

The thickening crowd kept us, Myra (who had finally deigned to show up), my father and me, busy for the next bell or two. My mother and Lavender, her oldest daughter, were just as busy in the kitchen. When the dinner rush finally calmed down to the regular evening trot my father decided it was high time to address Myra's unreliability. "Myra! Come here!" His command was loud enough that everybody in the room heard him clearly. I grinned and sauntered closer to have a good view of the proceedings. Myra approached the bar slowly, dragging her feet as much as she dared. She obviously knew perfectly well what was coming, "Master, what can I do for you?" (We don't normally address each other like this, but it has kind of become a tradition to do it when you have messed up). The noise in the room died down and every eye turned towards her to watch. "When were you supposed to be here to start working today?" She looked down at her feet, "At the fifth bell." "Look at me. When were you here?" She fidgeted for a while before she admitted, "At the sixth bell." My father gave her a hard look and after a bit she corrected herself, "Well after the sixth bell, Master." "I can't let that slide, not again. You were late only two days ago. So, what am I going to do with you?" He looked pointedly at the wall behind him and then at the door, "Well?" "Please don't kick me out or tell my parents." "Well?" "Master. please punish me." "Very well, Myra. How many was it last time?" "Ten strokes, Master. Ten on each side." "Did that teach you to do better?" "No, Master." "So, how many this time." "Fifteen on each side." "Very well." Father turned to me and grinned, "Daisy would you do the honors? After all, you had to work a lot harder because Myra wasn't here." "With pleasure. Thank you father." I put the most evil grin I could manage on my lips and enjoyed the dismay on Myra's face. "What are you waiting for, get the paddle." Myra is a sweet girl, well, mostly, but she's really unreliable and shy. More often than not I'm the one who has to clean up after her little accidents or work longer hours when she doesn't show up. She's my friend, but she really needs to clean up her act. Walking the few steps around the bar to the wall and back again took Myra a surprisingly long time. "Here, Mistress." She could hardly bring herself to hand me the wooden plank. The "paddle" my father uses for punishment is just a wooden plank, not quite three foot long, as wide as his hand and made of thin and rather soft wood. Getting hit with it doesn't hurt all that badly, but after two times fifteen strokes your ass will burn for a while. "You know how we do this. If you're wearing any underpants, take them off." "Here?" "Yes, here. Maybe getting punished in public will help you remember." When she didn't move, I pointed at the door, "You can always leave." "No... I... Um-mm..." She was blushing furiously but finally managed to move her hands. She removed her panties, trying, without much success, to hide from the better than two score spectators and handed them to me. I sniffed them, noting with pleasure that the embarrassment did arouse her. I passed the panties on to my father who hung them up on the wall for all to see; she would get them back at the end of her shift. I addressed two of the patrons standing at the bar, "Would you give us a little space?" With wide grins and little bows they moved aside. I tapped the top of the bar, "Hike up your skirt and lie here." She made strangled noises and the blush on her cheeks deepened, almost turning purple, but she obeyed. I found two small empty crates for her to stand on and with the help of the two nice gentlemen got the crates positioned where I wanted them and got Myra settled. Her body lay flat on the bar, her thighs pressed against the front and her feet barely reached the two crates which were more than a pace apart. Her rear was presented nicely. There might have been a few people in the room who could not see everything she had, but there couldn't have been many. Her breathing was ragged and I could smell her arousal grow quickly. I stepped to the side, rested the flat of the paddle against her left ass cheek, "Let's start with your left side. Give me the count." "One, Mistress." Smack. I lifted the paddle and brought it down on her quivering flesh at the top of her buttocks. "Two, Mistress." I worked my way slowly down her rump to the middle of her thigh. With the count of ten I returned to her rump and went over that once more. I could hear the tears in her voice and let her rest (and worry) a little before I moved to the other side and we started the count again, this time on her right buttock and thigh. "Fifteen, Mistress." Smack. Suddenly the audience started applauding, cheering and calling for an encore. I let Myra worry a bit before I put down the paddle. I poked a finger into her wet slit and licked it, "Hm-mm tasty." That got more laughs and cheers, I could barely hear Myra's groan at the further humiliation I was inflicting on her. I waited a few moments before I allowed her to get down. Myra's face was dark red and tears filled her eyes as she smoothed down her skirt. My father returned the paddle to its place on the wall and said, "Daisy, take a short break. Myra, get back to work." I grinned at my chastised friend, "Myra?" "Yes?" "The next time I, I'll pin up the rear of your skirt for the rest of the day so everybody can see how you were punished." "You wouldn't!" "Try me." She looked at my father for support, but he didn't give her any, "I think that's a good idea. Maybe a little extra public humiliation will help you remember. Now get back to work." "Hey Spanky! More ale!" After that everybody called Myra 'Spanky' for the rest of the evening, keeping the blush on her face fresh. And of course plenty of the patrons grabbed or smacked her already tender rear. It was almost a miracle that she didn't drop any mugs or spilled and ale on somebody. Maybe she would finally remember and clean up her act a little.

"Hey Tree-rat!" I almost dropped the dishes I was carrying when a strong hand grabbed my arm and swung me around. I was dismayed to find that it belonged to Kane. "Look at her. Looks tasty, doesn't she. I bet she's dripping wet under the pelt." He grinned up at me. I wrinkled my nose, he stank of ale. I had not paid much attention to him and the others at his table, but he smelled like he had been drinking rather heavily while I was otherwise occupied. I had brought several rounds to this table, but had not paid any attention to him specifically, since the ale had always been ordered by one of the other patrons, "Come! Let's fuck." "No." I might be only a tavern wench, but I'm nobody's plaything, not unless I agree to it. He had seemed nice enough before but now he showed a completely different face when drunk and I wanted nothing more to do with him. I stepped back, trying to break his grip on my wrist. "No? You promised. We fuck!" His hand tightened painfully around my forearm and pulled me closer. I struggled, but he was much stronger than me and he pulled me off-balance. I squealed in surprise and pain, dropped the dishes I was carrying and tried to claw him with my other paw. But even drunk he was fast and - unlike me - a trained fighter. He grabbed my other wrist as well, "Attack me? Slut, I'll show you." I screamed in pain as he bent my arms back, forcing me to my knees. "Daisy! No!" That was Fido. I heard him (and other guests) get up. A moment later I saw the large form of my boyfriend lumber closer. One of the fists holding my arms punched me in the head and I crumpled, not quite knocked out, but dazed. I saw the mercenary jump up to confront Fido. There was a lot of shouting and several other people surrounded them. I didn't realize that the mercenary had drawn his sword until he slammed it back into the sheath. He turned around, dumped the contents of his mug over me and strode out of the inn, hitting my stomach with his boot while he stepped over me. I heard him complain about our ale, something about getting a better leech for the horse and then he slammed the door on the way out. Fido picked me up and sat down with me on a bench. I leaned into his hug and suddenly I was trembling like a leaf, I felt ice cold all over and I hurt all over. I buried my face in his chest and began to cry. He held me and whispered reassuringly in my ears. We sat like this for a bit and the warmth and safety of my lover's embrace calmed me. I looked up at Fido and suddenly I noticed the mess on the floor. "I need to clean that up." I freed myself from his embrace and stood up. I was barely upright when the everything began to turn around me suddenly. Luckily Fido caught me and returned me to the safety of his arms. My father asked, "Daisy?" I turned to him, "Yes?" His face was etched with concern, "Are you alright?" As was my mother's, she stood at the bar, watching us. I examined my body and answered, "Everything hurts, but I don't think anything is broken. I should be fine." "That's good. Take the rest of the day off." "But..." "Not buts, young lady." He grinned, "Spanky here will manage on her own. Fido, take Daisy to the bathroom and give her a warm bath. Get that ale out of her fur. Then take her to her room and make sure she stays there and that she gets some sleep! Good night, both of you." "Yes, Sir! Good night." Fido picked me up and carried away. I put my arms around his neck to hold on and didn't try to struggle. Normally he's a total pushover, at least for me, but now that he had given his word to my father, I would find it easier to lift a rock the size of our inn than to change his mind or best his iron muscles. Besides I really didn't feel like struggling against him.

"Put me on the bench and get the water, I can take off my clothes on my own." Fido set me down and went to get the buckets for the water. I waited until he had poured three buckets of hot water into the tub before I removed my wet skirt and blouse. I walked over to the tub carefully; my knees felt a little wobbly but I managed. I tested the water and found it a little too hot for my liking but bearable, so I climbed in and sat down. "Half a bucket of cold water before you add more hot, please." I found the big ladle and kept pouring hot water over my body until the tub was mostly full. The heat hurt a little where I had been wounded, but on the whole the heat felt good and relaxed me. "Wash my back, please." I picked up a bar of soap and washed my front, wincing a little when I touched my belly where I had been kicked. Fido washed my back, as usual he spent little time on the back of my body but much more than required on my tail. After a while I stood up to wash my legs while he did my lower back and rump. He poured another two buckets of warm water over my head to rinse the soap suds out of my fur. We squeezed as much water from my fur as possible and then he helped me out of the tub. The first towel was soaked quickly, so I used a second one. My fur was still rather damp after that, but I would likely have needed at least four towels had I wanted to get completely dry. Fido brushed the fur on my back and tail. Since my clothes were soiled and I wanted to use the outhouse before I went to bed, I wrapped another towel around my body and hurried to take care of my business. Fido helped me walk to the outhouse. By now I felt well enough that I could have walked on my own, but I like to feel his strong male arms around me, so I saw no reason to discourage him. I did have to insist that he wait outside while I relieved myself. Afterwards I allowed him to carry me inside and upstairs to my room. He set me down and barred the door. He know my rule perfectly well - no clothes worn while on my bed - and stripped quickly before he lay down. Of course I obeyed my own rule as well and dropped the towel before I stepped on the bed. I knelt, found the glow-stone, activated it, and hung it on a nail. I walked to the window, my feet on either side of him. I opened the shutters, looked outside for a bit and then closed them most of the way. My lover lay on his back, his head directly below me. I couldn't see his tail, but had it not been trapped under his body, it would most likely have wagged furiously. After a bit I swished my tail in his face, hiding my nude body from his view. Of course, this being Fido, my tail in his face aroused him more than the view had. I turned around, keeping my tail in his face, and enjoyed the view of his male member growing bigger moment by moment. I was wondering how to do him. Fido is big, really big, and strong. He knows me, knows how to please me, and he really likes to please me. Maybe a little too much; I mean I want a male who does that, but in the bed he always defers to me. Usually I don't mind, I like to play my games and all that. But every now and then it would be nice if he was a little more assertive, took the lead or surprised me, maybe even ravished me. At least today, after what happened earlier I was perfectly fine with the same old and safe boy I know. I decided that I wanted to be on top and in control today. I knelt slowly, keeping my tail in his face until I was in position, my mouth only an inch from the tip of his pole. I gave it a quick lick, enjoying the male taste and smell for a moment before I lifted my tail. It only took him a moment to get what I wanted and soon I felt his breath between my legs and then his tongue slipped into my damp slit. I licked him a little, less to get him hard, more just because I enjoyed his taste and because I did want to please him. He lapped at my flower, dutiful and eager, eager to please me. My breathing sped up and soon I was panting in pleasure. I crawled forward, once more covering his face with my tail, until my hips were above his. I touched his pole with my left paw, touching it only with my claws and guided it to my eagerly waiting flower. I sat down slowly, impaling myself on his male sword. His paws cupped my rear, massaging my buttocks gently while his thumbs circled around the base of my tail. I sat still, enjoying the fullness of my sex, swishing my tail back and forth across his face, feeling him grow inside me. He fills me so completely. It is almost a shame I don't get stuck on his knot, but I when I squeeze I can easily grip it hard enough that he can lift my whole body with it. When I ride Fido, I usually sit facing his feet, because I know how much he enjoys my tail. Not today. When he was as big as he would get, I gently removed his paws from my rear. I clenched my muscles around his pole and turned around without letting him slip out of me. The maneuver took a bit of dexterity but the feeling of my wet skin sliding over his was incredible. When it was done and I knelt facing him, we were both sweating and panting hard, close to coming. I rested for a minute to let my body cool down a little. I put my claws on his neck, leaned down and commanded, "Don't come until I give you permission." Fido grinned up at me and answered, "Yes, Mistress." I took his paws and placed them on my rump and rested mine on his hard chest muscles, claws tickling his fur. Then I began, at first only with the muscles inside me, clenching and relaxing again, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, then I began to sway my hips back and forth a little as well and finally I lifted my hips up and dropped them back down. I varied the speed and sometimes I clenched my muscles as tightly as I could, then I let him slide with hardly any contact. My lover enjoyed this enormously, from his face I could see clearly how much he had to struggle to keep from exploding into me. But I was not much better off, the sweet torture my wet flower inflicted on his hard pole took its toll on me as well, I was panting hard, my muscles trembled with effort, and my paw pads were sweaty. I almost came when he lifted his paws to my chest, cupped my small breasts and squeezed my rock-hard nipples between two fingers. Moaning in pleasure I let him play with my breasts for a bit, but as I didn't want to come before him, I poked my claws at his nipples in warning and he obediently returned his paws to my rump. He did get a little revenge by poking the sensitive spot at the base of my tail, almost setting me off. The delicious battle of wills continued for a while. Eventually I won it, but only by the narrowest of margins, his grunt of pleasure and the hot cream in my womb set me off, and I screamed out my pleasure, letting the whole neighborhood join my victory celebration. Muscles trembling with fatigue and barely able to concentrate in the fog of pleasure that filled my mind, I continued to milk my lover and keep the fireworks behind my eyes going. The strong fingers squeezing my buttocks and the base of my tail only added to the fireworks. Eventually the squirts of the hot juices dried up and I settled down. My muscles felt as limp as a wet rag, I was barely able to sit upright without falling over. My lover's paws slid up to my waist and steadied me. I opened my eyes slowly and we smiled at each other, I guess in the end we had both won our wrestling match. The pleasant lassitude faded slowly and I regained control of my body once more. My smile turned into a (slightly) evil grin and I lifted my body off the limp - but still sizable - pole on which it was impaled. A little punishment was in order. since my lover had not obeyed my earlier command - not that I had expected him to. I leaned back, arcing my back until my head touched the bed between his knees. I relaxed a few muscles, tightened a few others and squirted the mixture of our juices all over his chest and face. I lifted my body up again until I could see Fido's drenched face. I crawled forward until my dripping slit was almost above his mouth and commanded, "Lick me." "Yes, Mistress." His paws grabbed my rump to steady my body and his muzzle disappeared between my legs. After the first lick deep inside me, he returned to the outside, starting with the wet fur around my flower and then slowly worked his way back towards my center. Soon my pleasure began to rise once more and small moans began to escape from my muzzle. I leaned back and arced my back until his pole was right in front of my mouth and I began to tease him with my tongue. I wasn't going to get him off, not so soon after I had milked what seemed like gallons of cream, but I did enjoy the taste. And the teasing never failed to spurn his efforts to new heights. Exhausted I might be, but Fido knew my body very well, and he used the knowledge mercilessly. A chittering scream of pleasure bubbled up from my throat, then another. I collapsed, my muscles turning to putty from the assault of his tongue and fingers, my cries became low moans and then just labored breathing as I struggled to draw air into my tortured lungs. But his strong hands kept my hips in place and his tongue teased forth ever new pleasures from my quivering flesh. The fireworks behind my eyes became black spots and somehow I found the strength to push his head away before I passed out. Utterly exhausted I lay on top of him, my nose inches from his crotch and rested. His tongue continued to lick me, but now it was mostly cleaning the fur on my thighs and only occasionally teasing my center. After a long while I found the strength to move a little. With the help of his strong hands I managed to reach for the glow-stone and extinguished it. "I want you inside me." Fido helped me position my hips above his, I let his pole slide into me and lay down on top of him, resting my head on his shoulder. I licked at the sticky fur on his throat; mm-mm I love our taste! Then I had mercy with my lover and covered his chest and face with my tail.

He kissed my nose and whispered, "I love you, Daisy." "I love you too, my cuddly puppy." I turned my face up at him and we kissed. It was a long and warm kiss, full of comfort and of our mixed tastes; it wasn't particularly passionate, but that was mostly because we were too exhausted for that. "Please marry me." I inhaled sharply, not in surprise, he had asked me way too often for me to be surprised, but more in irritation, "I'm sorry, Fido. You know my answer. I love you, but I don't want to marry you. At least not yet. You know I want to become a priestess of Lillith. I don't know yet if I will give her my vow. If I do not, then I will marry you. But until I decide one way or another I can't accept your proposal." "I'm sorry." He sounded hurt and, well, sorry, worried that he might have angered me. "Fido, I'm not angry with you. I'm the one who is sorry. You deserve more, but I just can't give you the answer you want. Maybe even the answer you deserve. No matter what happens, you will always be welcome in my bed." "Yes, Daisy." "I can't think of anybody else who I'd rather have wash and brush my tail." That perked him up noticeably, at least by an inch, I could feel it inside me. I stopped our talk by kissing him again. We kissed and nuzzled for a while and then I told him, "I'm tired. Let's sleep. Good night, Fido." "Good night, Daisy." I snuggled up to him and he pulled the thin blanket over us. I could feel his pole inside me, with my tail covering most of his face, it would likely stay hard all night.

I lay still safe in his arms, comforted by our scents, the scents of our mixed juices, listening to his breathing. I love Fido, I really do. He is good to me and I know that he would never hurt me, he would give his life to protect me without a second thought. He is not rich and he'll likely never be; he's a simple porter at the docks. But he is strong enough for two and so reliable that he is always in demand and for this he gets better wages than any other day laborer I know of. And he's good in bed, he knows my body in and out and he's always eager to please me. But... I follow Lillith, if I want a male, I let him know it and usually I can get him. Still, sometimes it would be nice if he took the lead. It's not that I want, or allow, a male to force himself on me, but occasionally it would be nice to... just hint that I'd like him to have his way with me, pretend to struggle helplessly against his strength, that kind of thing. I tried it a few times with him, but it's simply not possible with him. If I tell him exactly what to do, he'll do it, but that takes most of the fun out of being 'ravished' if I have to give him step-by-step instructions. Also, he simply won't continue if I even pretend to put up more than the slightest resistance. And, well, simply put, I like variety; there are so many interesting males out there. I know that even if we married, he would allow me to play with other males; a marriage in Lillith's name does allow that, provided all involved persons agree to it. He would allow me to be with other males, but I'm sure he wouldn't like it and, I'm rather sure about that, he would not sleep with anybody else but me. I don't know if I want to do that to him. Yet, he knows me and he stays with me, and I can't simply break up with him. I don't want to, either. I want to sleep in his arms with his pole inside me, but not every night. And we've been together most of our lives. I still remember the first time we met, it is one of my earliest clear memories. I wasn't quite four then, I've always been rather small and thin, my bushy tail often makes me look bigger, but I'm really on the small side, always have been, always will be. On the other hand, Fido has always been big, big for his age and now he's just simply big. He stopped growing a couple of years back, any more and he'd have trouble using normal doors. He was two years older than me, still is, of course, and much bigger, at least a head taller and twice as wide. As a child I was a little shy, especially around strangers. I got over that quickly once I began to help serving guests at the inn and once I met a lot of nice and interesting people. I was out walking with my mother, I don't remember exactly where, but I think we were on the way to the market. There was a squealed, "Fluffy tail!" and suddenly this huge brutish looking dog ran towards me, grabbed my tail and buried his face in it. At first I was too surprised and terrified to move, scream or cry. And then he didn't do anything but hold my tail. Eventually our mothers pried us apart and he apologized for startling me. Our mothers started talking and found that they both came from Tellaris, Fido's mother came from a smaller town not far from Ranas. They had fled after Fido's father was killed; Fido was pretty traumatized by the events. Of course, I found that out later, at the time I was too young to understand such things or care about them. They lived not too far from our Inn and our families became friends. While our mothers talked, Fido stood there dejectedly, staring at my tail with longing in his eyes. I was still a little afraid of him, but seeing him like this tugged at my heartstrings. I held my tail out to him carefully and let him pet it and that perked him up. We became friends quickly. While I was little he was almost like a big brother to me. I still don't really understand why he's so fascinated by my tail, but I'm not going to complain.

Eventually I fell asleep in my lover's arms, comforted by his warmth and our scents. My dreams were less pleasant, closer to nightmares, but not completely bad. In my dreams Kane, that mercenary was trying, again and again, to force himself on me. Again and again Fido, my father or others I knew stopped him, but usually not before he hurt me. Still, some parts of my dreams were pleasant and fun.

I woke up much later than I usually do. Even later than I normally get up - I do like to have time for at least a little fun with my company for the night to start the day - so I woke Fido. We kissed and licked each other quickly. I found reasonably clean clothes and we dressed in a hurry. Wondering why nobody had come to wake me, I hurried downstairs to the kitchen. There I found Lavender and Myra busy helping my mother prepare breakfast. When my mother saw me, she hurried over, enfolded me in a hug that almost cracked my ribs and kissed me. "Daisy, you didn't have to get up. You should rest, after that nasty shock yesterday." "I'm fine, mother." "Really?" She held me at arms-length and examined me, "You have a nasty bruise on your face." "It's alright. It only hurts a little, I'll heal. Fido was good to me." "Yes? Hm-mm yes, I can smell him on you. Good for you. Well, if you're already up, have breakfast. Fido, you too." "But..." "You two, breakfast." My mother pointed at one of the tables. She had her determined 'Mother' face on and I obediently went over there and sat down. Fido, who had been standing in the doorway, joined me moments later. At my mother's command, Myra brought us mugs of tea and bread and such. She didn't look very happy at having to be here so early in the morning, but other than glare at me she gave us no problems. I ate some bread while I waited for the oatmeal. I wondered what to do with my time if I wasn't supposed to work today. "Fido, do you have a bit of time before you go to the docks?" "A little, why?" "I would like to go to the temple to give thanks to Mother Lillith for keeping me safe yesterday." He only thought about it for a moment before he answered, "Yes!" I could tell from his face that his tail was wagging furiously. After a bit he added, "But we shouldn't stay too long. Master Morton has a ship that needs to leave at noon and it needs to be loaded." "I won't keep you all that long. I offer my thanks, we pray and then you can leave." I grinned at him, I knew he would like to stay longer, maybe all day, but if he had given his word, he would go. "Mother, I'm going to the temple with Fido, when do you need me back?" "We can handle the morning. But come back in time for the lunch crowd." "I will." The oatmeal was finally ready and I got a small bowl. While we ate my mother filled a pot with spiced and sweetened oatmeal for the orphanage. After a quick trip to the outhouse Fido took the pot, now wrapped in a towel to keep it warm, and we headed to the temple.

At the orphanage the door was opened by Faith. "Daizy! Iz goot to see hyu!" Faith enfolded me in an energetic hug and we kissed; as usual I could taste Anna's nectar on her lips and fur. Faith is - as she's proud to say - Anna's bitch. She is a dog, of course, and Anna's lover and pet. As one might guess from their names, the two are from an area where the celestial faith holds sway. A wandering priest of Sodo (of course pretending to be a merchant or tinker) noticed the two (back then secret) lovers and helped them flee before they were married off (to males, not each other, of course). They arrived here only a few months ago and still have a little difficulty with our language. They stay in the female's house of the temple of Lillith and have (mostly) taken over running the orphanage. "Good morning, Faith. Lillith's blessing on you. We have a pot of sweetened oatmeal for the children." "Smells goot! Thenk hyu. Kome!" Faith gave Fido a quick kiss on the cheek - few males get even that from her - and led us inside. As usual she wore only her leather collar with a small orchid pendant, Lespia's symbol and her tail was wagging happily. In the kitchen Anna was cutting bacon. "Mistress! Daizy bring sweet oats!" "Daisy! Fido! Good see you!" We kissed and I could taste her lover's nectar on her face. Anna is a human, though there might have been a cat somewhere further up the family tree, and she is barely taller than me. Faith, while not nearly Fido's size, is considerably bigger than her mistress. Of course, she is not actually Anna's slave or servant, they simply like it this way. Anna wore slippers, a long apron and, of course, Lespia's pendant. Fido unwrapped the pot and put it on the stove. Anna poked a finger in and tasted the oatmeal. "Is good." She turned to Faith, "Good girl. You get lick!" "Yes, Mistress!" Faith knelt at Anna's feet, tail wagging happily, shoved her head under the apron and licked her lover's flower. I couldn't see that in detail, of course, but there was little doubt where her head was and where her tongue would end up. After a moment she stood up again. Anna asked, "Daisy stay here?" "Later. I will visit the temple first to pray," Here I squeezed Fido's hand, "I will come here afterwards and stay until midday." "Good." "See you." Fido and I left.

We went back outside and entered the temple next door. The big main door is always closed kept closed, except for special occasions, so we used one of the smaller side doors. In the anteroom we found an empty locker and removed our clothes. Then we entered the main temple area; Fido followed me (in the temple of Lillith a male always defers to the female). I walked up to the statue of Lillith, bowed and greeted her, "Good morning, Mother. We seek your blessings." While the statue is carved of stone, Lillith's power makes it appear to be alive; the skin is warm and soft and smells like real skin. She looks like a typical devil: the body is human-like, but she has cloven hooves, a barbed tail, horns, claws and a few spines. The horns and claws are not particularly sharp, they look cute rather than dangerous. Her skin is reddish and most of it is covered by thin downy fur and her eyes are alive. She is standing with her arms open, belly bulging with a new life. I knelt, leaned forward and kissed Her flower. Mother Lillith's delicate scent filled my nose; I can smell other scents on her too, many of them hauntingly familiar, the only one I can name with any certainty is Fido, the others are from other lovers I have enjoyed in the past. Feeling Her blessing and encouragement I raised myself and kissed her belly. Getting further encouragement I kissed her breasts and then her throat. I felt the warmth of Her love fill my body, stepped back and bowed once more, "Thank you, Mother." Then I moved aside and waited while Fido greeted Her. He mirrored my greeting, but bowing lower. Then he kissed her flower - he could likely smell and taste me as well as Her own taste and smell - and then her belly and breasts. Then he stepped back and thanked Her. Some other deities have similar rituals, but, at least for me, Lillith is special. When you greet her properly, you get what is usually called 'The warmth of Mother's Love': as long as you are in the temple, you don't feel cold, no matter what the actual temperature is. And that is kind of important as one does not wear clothes in Lillith's temple; Lillith has never worn any and so do we when we worship her. The proper greeting involves kissing Her, where depends on your standing with Her. You start with her flower, if she is pleased with you, you may move further up, belly, breasts, throat and mouth, when you approach her, you will know where she allows you to kiss her. Females usually get to kiss her belly or breasts; only priestesses and pregnant females normally get to kiss her mouth. Males generally stay a step or two lower than females. If She is displeased with you, you have to kiss her knees, feet, toes or, if She's really displeased, her ass. I have not had to do that so far, and had no intention to displease her, but I'm told that it's not pleasant. Also it is of very embarrassing as whoever is watching will know that you did something to anger Her. If you did something really bad, She won't allow you to touch her at all. In any case it is supposed to be very painful if you touch her somewhere She doesn't want you to. It's impossible to hide that She didn't bless you with Her love, anybody who approaches you closely while in the temple will be able to feel it. Her blessings today were unusually favorable, for both Fido and me. At this time of the day the temple was mostly empty; apart from the Mother Dahlia, the priestess, the only person present was a faintly familiar male. He was tied up in the pillory. Lillith is not all that big on punishment and such, but when someone, usually a male, has offended her, for example by deliberately hurting a child or female, she does require some penance to let him back into her grace. I took Fido's paw and we approached the main altar. Mother Dahlia noticed us, got up and met us before the altar. She has really mixed blood: at least human, cat and dog, if not more, but somehow the look works for her. Mother is really the proper title for her, she has five children from as many males. She's almost forty, you can tell that she's not young anymore, but she is still very attractive, which is common for priestesses of Lillith, Her blessing keeps them beautiful longer than normal. She greeted us warmly, embraced me and we kissed, tasting each other. She looked at me and asked, "Daisy, what happened to your face?" "There was a man yesterday. He seemed nice enough at first, but got more stupid with every beer. He wouldn't take no for an answer, and tried to force himself on me. Fido and some other guests, mainly the guys from the town watch chased him away. He beat me a little, but he didn't do any real damage. I came here to thank Mother Lillith that I made it through this." "Things like this should not happen at all." She turned to Fido, "I'm glad you were there for Daisy." She hugged and kissed him as well. "Let us pray and give thanks to the Mother." She led us past the altar and we knelt in front of another statue of Mother Lillith. This one showed her lying on her side, in a seductive pose, with her legs spread invitingly. We knelt close to each other, Mother Dahlia wedged between us. She took our paws and put them together. I began, "Mother Lillith, I thank you for keeping me safe. I thank you for the friends and family who keep me safe and comforted me when I was hurt." I prayed a little more, then Fido added his thanks, as did Mother Dahlia. She motioned us to remain here and began another prayer, this one in a low voice. Her scent grew stronger and then she touched my cheek. Her hand was hot, like a stove, but the heat did not burn me, but it filled my whole body with warmth. Mother Dahlia stood up and so did we. She examined my face and declared, "Much better." When she touched the side of my head I noticed that it did not hurt any more. "Yes, child, Mother Lillith granted my prayer and healed your wounds." "Thank you, Mother." "You know that I will always help someone who is blessed by our Mother." She reached between her legs and smeared a little of her nectar on my nose and said, "Mother Lillith's blessing on you." She repeated this with Fido. We thanked her and walked back to the main part of the temple. A temple of Lillith does not have rows of pews like most other temples do; there are mats to kneel, sit or lie on. We found an empty mat (not difficult as we were the only people in the temple). I lay down, pulling Fido on top of me and we began to kiss and feel up each other. When I felt ready and Fido looked ready to me as well, I pushed him away gently, turned around and got down on all four. I spread my legs a little, lifted my tail and wiggled my rear and tail invitingly. Some people call this position 'doggy style', fittingly enough, as Fido loves it. I usually prefer other positions, but I do like to reward him now and then when he has been a good boy. The main reason he loves it, of course, is that it puts my tail right in front of his face or in his face. He climbed on top of me, thrusting his pole into my wet slit. I moaned in appreciation and continued to swish my tail around. I could feel him grow inside me every time my tail brushed across his face. He pulled out a little, thrust deeper into me and repeated that. He supported himself on one arm, putting only a little weight on me, and caressed my body, from the breasts down to the thighs. After a while he changed to the other hand. He came quickly, a little too quickly. I came only after he had spurted his seed into me a few times, but he did keep pumping into me until I was satisfied. Not extremely well satisfied, but well enough. Sometimes it's more fun for me, sometimes for him. When he finally pulled out, I rolled on my back, spread my legs and licked my lips. Obediently he turned to position his dripping pole above my mouth and began to lap at the wet fur between my legs. I put my arms around his hips, pulled my head up and began to lick him. Enjoying our taste, I cleaned him up, mostly but not completely. We had had a lot of fun and I wanted a little of my, our scent to keep him company for the day. He did the same to/for me. Then we were done. We stood up a little reluctantly and walked to the entrance hand in hand. We shared a long kiss, enjoying our mixed taste on the lips and fur. I watched as he said his goodbye to Mother Lillith, then we said our goodbyes. I went back into the temple and turned into the side passage that led to the orphanage next door. The orphanage is still on temple grounds, so I did not have to put on clothes as I was still warmed by Mother Lillith's love. I spent the rest of the morning playing with the orphans, caring for them when needed, changing diapers for the very young and chatting with Anna and Faith.