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And so, here she was again.

Yes, she. For all the insistence on her own part that she was still the Prince of Thieves, princess was by far the more fitting title. A curse, visited upon her and yet to be broken, had Clovis entrapped in a rather alluring feminine form. Where the body went, the mind had followed, and in the weeks and months since the Dragon Masquerade, she had found herself feeling like a woman.

And she wasn't the only one doing a bit of feeling.

"Miss?" came the strong, masculine voice, "would you like the cloth so you can get the front?"

Idiot. She had snuggly worked her way into his lap, pressing her rump up against him; the sudden intrusion far more welcome than she had let on. Pretenses of being the 'the bosses' sister' aside, Brutus wasn't exactly one to pick up on subtle innuendo. Even with the two of them in the bath together. Naked. Alone.

That said, it was painfully obvious to her that the large wolf was excited.

". . .who's the servant here?" she retorted, "Just do your job."

"Yes ma'am!"

Typical enthusiasm from the oversized keidran. Enthusiasm, as it turned out, that translated into much needed attention. Even if Brutus himself wasn't aware of the effect he was having on the female, Clovis certainly felt it. Felt it between her legs, warm and needy.

And felt it pressing into her rump.

She continued to enjoy the rub-down her servant was giving her, though her mind wandered. Thoughts, voraciously lewd in nature, teased at her. Suggestions of where this all might lead.

She. . . kinda wanted it.

A taste of exactly what it might be swiftly arrived. The huge wolf ran this paws around her waist, rubbing and scrubbing up and across her creamy white belly fur. Further north they drifted, lavishing attention and, dare she presume, affection across her body. He was strong. Very strong. A vice-grip encircled her, causing her heart to flutter. Well defined muscles pressed against her fur, every movement and touch sending a slight shudder down her spine. Though with this strength came a gentleness. The touches were firm, yet also soft and careful. He would dip the cloth back into the water every few moments, wanting to do a thorough and proper job. And he was reaching higher.

"Get on with it!"

Her own thoughts drove heat to her cheeks, flushing them red. The wait though, was brief. Brutus' paws found her mounds, soft and nicely portioned, though perhaps a little on the small, pert side. The wolf's paws easily covered them as he felt her up, first using the washcloth, then touching directly, unable to help himself but give them a slight squeeze

A squeeze that lingered just a few seconds too long.

"Hey, moron," she quipped after a rather awkward silence.

Brutus didn't seem fazed, "yeah, ma'am?"

A deep breath. Time to test the waters, pun intended.

"Do you," Clovis began, her voice wary, "have anyone?"

The wolf tilted his head, "what do you mean?"

"Gah, you know! Someone. . . close to you?"

"The boss and I are really close!"

Clovis rolled her eyes, "no, idiot, not like that. Someone a bit more, intimate."

The wolf's paws stopped moving. Still in contact with the female keidran's breasts, he paused momentarily before replying.

"No, I don't really have anyone like that. Sometimes the boss sends me cute girls, something about them having to repay debts. I don't really know much about that part of the business, but they're always really nice to me!"

Clovis, of course, knew. Perhaps it was part of her stubbornly persistent dislike of the fairer sex, or a genuine desire to reward her most loyal subordinate, that whenever a particularlly attractive girl, keidran or human, found herself indebted to the guild, Clovis might require that they service her men as part of payment. Brutus, for all his ignorance and innocence, was still a virile male; a keidran male at that. He had needs, and the ear-splitting screams of pleasure that sounded from his quarters as he fucked his gifts into mindless, pleasurable oblivion, suggested he wasn't as innocent as he came across.

And he'd taken quite a liking to Clovis' 'sister.'

And she, far more than she cares to admit, to him also.

She spoke. "So uh, if I wanted you to be. . . nice. . . to me, would you?"

Brutus tensed, his ears suddenly sticking upright, "Oh! You mean?!"

She reached out, her paw making contact with the wolf's knee and running down, slipping under the water as it traced a path along his taut thigh. It was shamelessly direct of her but, given her servant's inability to grasp all but the most direct and obvious advances, necessary. Clovis slipped her dainty paw into Brutus' lap, fingers trembling slightly as they ran over his knot, already pulsating with need. Upwards they moved, palm running across his shaft before reaching his tip. He was huge. Ten inches, at least. All the while he sat motionless, simply allowing the female to touch him in the most intimate, sensual manner. Along with the manual contact, Clovis shuffled her rump backwards, pressing into his wolfhood, wiggling her hips, letting him know 'I'm ready.'

"So," she finally spoke, giving his shaft a squeeze, "can you show me what you can do with this giant thing?"

"You really want me to?! Really!"

She slammed her eyes shut, her blush deepening, "yes, idiot! Don't make me ask again!"

Strong arms curled about Clovis' waist. Brutus squeezed tightly, pulling her body to his, and her rump further into his crotch. Her paws drifted back down his oversized member, stroking softly, urging him onward.

Her voice softened, ". . . just do it."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Without so much as an ounce of effort, the huge wolf lifted Clovis by her waist, pulling her up until her ass pressed into his toned, muscular chest. Her tail draped over his shoulder, presenting her sex, and allowing her musky, feminine essance to assault his nose. Almost involuntarily, she spread her legs, dripping cunt positioned mere inches above his rock hard wolfcock. A few beads of her nectar, already flowing, dripped down and onto his tip.

There was no subtlety. He wasn't gentle.

With a growl, Brutus slammed Clovis down, ramming all ten inches of his wolfhood into her tight, needy snatch in a single motion. His vice-like grip crushed about her, holding her in place, allowing her a precious few seconds to savour the sensation of being so completely and utterly filled.

The female keidran couldn't help but scream, "OH SWEET MERCIFUL. . ."

There wasn't even time for her to finish. With another burst of his enormous strength, he lifted her back up, dragging her lips off him, her soft, pink flesh sliding over his member, every inch burning with passionate fire. Just before he slipped himself from her cunt, he again thrust her downward, this time bucking his hips upward to meet her.

And then again. And again.

Clovis' eyes had already rolled back in her skull, head thrown back with her tongue hanging limply from her muzzle. It was unlike anything she had felt before. Fingers, the occasional toy, nothing compared to the searing hot flesh that filled her sex, pounding in and out with a fury she could never hope to match. Stretched to her limit, yet with pleasure overriding any discomfort one thousand times over, it was wondrous. Divine.

"F. . . fuck. . . FUCK!"

Brutus continued to pound, madly fucking her, savaging her. He growled, fangs bared and his own eyes now shut, her tightness bringing him ever closer.

"FUCK ME!"

Clovis was screaming. She cried out, begging for more pleasure, begging to be taken and bred like a bitch in heat.

Brutus was more than willing to oblige.

He slammed her forward, shoving her from his lap and onto the floor beside the bath. Rear end raised, tail flagged up and willing cunt on lewd display, her folds were kissed by the warm, steamy air of the bathhouse for a split second before the wolf was back on her. Paws grasped her hips, and he slid up behind her. Again, his cock found her pussy, slipping inside and resuming the rhythmic pounding. He did not let up, did not stop; the innocent, cute and exceptionally niave wolf replaced with this vicious, carnal fucking machine. Tears streamed down Clovis' cheeks, the sheer, unadulterated ecstasy that she was feeling overriding all sense, removing all reason from her mind. She had wanted this, badly, and now she was getting it. She wouldn't stop, not now, and wouldn't be able to even if she wanted to. Brutus' was single minded in his desire to screw her brains out.

"Brutus!"

It didn't take much longer.

"BRUTUS!"

His orgasm hit first, though it did little to slow the brutal thrusting of his hips. Pinned down, unable to move as she was shamelessly fucked raw from behind, the tears of pleasure turned into a warped, crazed grin as his thick seed filled her tunnel. Abandoning all thoughts of how improper this was, she relished the moment, soaking up their union, all the while still howling his name. A few further thrusts, and her own climax hit, loud and thunderous, drowning out even his growls. Suddenly, the raw, pure screams she had heard from his room during previous escapades seemed all the more reasonable. Screaming didn't do what she was feeling any manner of justice. Nothing would. A primal, animalistic fucking she had never felt before.

And something would certainly indulge herself in again.

Her peak had long since passed, through Brutus kept going, bringing himself to a second, and then a third crushing orgasm. He never once let up, never once slowed. Clovis let her mind fog over, a haze of bliss and pleasure she hadn't imagined could exist. Fucked senseless, her body now limp and used, she finally fell from his grasp when his strength eventually left him. Flopped over, in a pool of sweat, cum and her own feminine juices, she used what was left of her own energy to crawl up next to him. Cuddling into his arms, she did the unthinkable, and planted a single, soft kiss on his cheek.

"Idiot."