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I can't believe I got roped into this mess. Cynder thought as she trudged down the street, hauling a large sack between her wings. How did I even let him fool me? I'm smarter than this!?

Apparently, the black dragonesses thoughts regarding her intellect were not as precise as she first anticipated, for it had taken no more than quick wit and some coy words to land her in this most awkward of situations. The metallic clanks, and leather stretching sounds that chimed and rattled from within the heavy sack were a constant reminder of that as they shifted with each step she took.

The thing was heavy, as much a weight of irritated shame as it was a physical burden, she couldn't even fly with it. Regardless of her age, she had never matured into a large dragoness like others with so many years under their wings. She had once thought she'd grow to be the terror of the skies once again and had a personality that may reflect such a monstrous body. But fate had different plans, it seemed. Undoubtedly the result of the curses that had once plagued her in service to the dark master, were other dragonesses were horse size, she was stuck no bigger than a large pony. A dwarf dragoness, some may say, and at that thought, she knew that the odd looks she was drawing from fellow drakes, wasn't only because of the noisy contents of her bag.

Urg, what do they know? Stupid sour-tails, I'll show them. She thought bitterly, scuffing a claw at the stone under her as her destination loomed into view. Fooled or not, I'm ten times the dragon anydrake else is, I'll show them.

Despite her stubborn pride, deep down, she really hoped she could remain true to that ambition, especially with what she knew was soon to come for her. It was then that she paused, claws clutching firmly at the cobbles under her, as if to bore into the mossy stone. The small cottage before her was secluded under the tall shadows of several towering trees, each one cast like a black talon by the setting, spring sun. The structure itself was a quaint thing, crafted from smooth stone bricks, and boasting a wooden door, the perfect size for a full-grown dragon. Therefore, towering over Cynder herself.

Well, he said he would be waiting for me here. For a moment she considered just turning around and walking off, yet there were emotions bubbling within her like a turbulent storm.

Firstly, was nothing short of a small ounce of trepidation. Not that she'd ever admit her fear out loud, but she had to wonder whether the deal she'd struck was as sealed as she'd been told. What if the bloodstone's terms really were true, she'd no idea what happened if she broke the vow? On top of that, was a feeling she loathed. It was anticipation, a longing to see just what was going to happen, whether it was real, and how it was going to feel.

I mean... I should be at least a little happy he picked me... I... Cynder shook her head, giving a snort. What, I can't seriously be thinking like that he's... He's not even a dragon, am I really so desperate to get some cock under my tail that I...

The dragoness froze as she saw stunned eyes watching her from all around the forested street, clearly having borne witness to her indignant grumbling. She blinked, battling the hot blush that immediately began to creep its way into her cheeks, and with a huff, marched right up to the cottage door. There was no time for formality, and without knocking, she barged her way through and slammed the wooden frame behind her, letting out a frustrated growl.

"Gawking idiots, do they have nothing better to stare at!?" she hissed in irritation, neck arched as she growled. "One day, I'll get some respect!"

The heavy bag slid from her back with a jingle and loud clunk, before she slipped away from the door and into the gloomy interior of the cottage. The air was oddly warm, filled with the faint scent of fire and the aroma of candles. It was almost romantic.

Romantic, ha! The only dragon I ever liked romantically ditched me for some pure-breed slut! Cynder inwardly hissed as she peered around a corner to see the fireplace was lit, crackling with bright oranges and reds.

Fleeting embers jumped and flitted away from the dancing flames as charred wood crackled and spit. It hissed like a cornered animal at the contract from a red-hot poker, and Cynder glanced up to see from where the antagonizing came.

"Having issues with the locals again?" asked a suave voice, tone light as leather, yet sharp like quicksilver. "They really are a stuck-up bunch of tight-tails, they look at me like a rodent too, you know?"

Cynder paused mid-step, realizing she'd been in the process of backing out of the room, hoping she'd remain unseen before the voice spoke up. She'd no idea why, there was nowhere else she could go. Not to mention, both her deal and that nagging interest demanded she stay.

"That's something we can both agree on, at least," she huffed as she glanced at the figure, all but their snowy-furred arm hidden behind the back of an old armchair. "Still, that's none of your business, they can think what they like, I don't care."

"Oh, but Cynder, my sweet, you do care, and so do I," responded the figure and like a looming river of silver, he swept up from the chair, snowy coat gleaming in the firelight. "Their opinions hurt you, that hurts me, so why don't we get things started?"

"Don't act like it was pity that convinced me to do this, Crytrauv. I know you only put me up to this to prove you're smarter than me," she spat, her tail swishing as she put a name to the sly arctic fox before her.

He was average height for his kind, shorter than a wolf and still nothing next to a full-grown dragon. Of course, that meant he was taller than Cynder, her stunted growth ensuring her head just above his crotch. It was that part of his smooth-furred body she did her best to avert her eyes from, yet his lack of robes made that difficult.

I can't surely be interested in that sheath... It looks like a fur purse... His cock can't be bigger than one of my toes! She thought sourly, yet the more she considered, the more curiosity bloomed. Urg, damn me, just because no dragon will fuck me, why this!?

She didn't want to even entertain the idea she may have done this without the bloodstone pact, but the more she thought, the more her tail swayed, smooth scales swishing over stone as a hint of arousal seeped from her slit.

"Pity, my dear Cynder? I admit that it was my desire to dominate a dragoness in one regard that drove me to make the deal, but there was another reason I picked you," Crytrauv assured as he drifted over and cupped her head with a hand.

Despite his anthro nature, his fur was silky smooth and gloriously well-kept, unlike any fox or wolf she'd ever seen. Not that she'd been close to many anthros in her time, but the more she felt his touch, the more her anticipation swelled.

Like a smooth cloth, his hand slid from her shoulder, slipping like a cool breeze over her scales as it explored her flanks, then under her wings. She released a light breath at the cold sensation under her belly, her equally sleek scales shuddering at the contact as she shot the fox a look.

"You're just going to feel me up then, is that it?" she snorted with a hint of scorn. "Hardly much of a deal."

"No, no, you know what you agreed to. You very clearly said the stone had no power..."

"No, I said it was a tale for hatchlings, and it is... I..." Cynder cut him off, only to find herself lost for words too.

"You imply that you're not here because the stone forces you to?" Crytrauv inquired, but Cynder grunted and averted her eyes. "Either way, I know you know what you said. That if I was right, and the binding magic of the stone was real, you'd become bound to me, raising your rear and tail at my command."

"Okay, so what? I'm here now regardless," Cynder snapped, wings fidgeting like ruffled paper as she felt his questing paw reach her toned flanks, then under her thigh, and with a huff, she pressed her tail between her legs. "You'll need a little more than sweet talking before I let you back there, smart-ass"

"Oh, Cynder, you know that stone binds you to my will, I could have you do anything," Crytrauv stated matter-of-factly, and Cynder knew he was dead set on exploring every inch of her, saving the best until last. "But I won't, in all honesty, I didn't expect you to accept, and a fox may be sly, but evoking magic for sex, that's..."

"What, you thought you'd really have to force me to do it with magic?" She snarled, almost angered he'd think so little of her honor. "I'm old enough, I can make my own choices, regardless of you or your deal."

At that Crytrauv drew back, lifting both forepaws in mock surrender. Even so, that coy smirk failed to vanish from his muzzle as he added in a low, purring voice.

"You know I mean no offense, Cynder. If you want me to take you like that, I will," he assured and she glared back.

"As a matter of fact, I do, I want you to fuck me..." She could hardly believe what she was saying, yet all the slithers of pride she had left were surging to the forefront, and with them, a heat under her tail. "I only have a few conditions."

"And those are?" Crytrauv leaned forward expectantly, that sultry look still curled on his silver muzzle.

"One, I get to be on top at least once, and two..." She shuddered at the implications of what may happen if they failed to meet this second point. "You better pull out."

Crytrauv grinned deviously.

"Bloodstone or not, I think I can try to meet those conditions.

********

"You speak a word of this to anyone and I'll kill you," Cynder hissed, as Crytrauv slowly helped her work her way into the hardness she'd dragged in. "Dragons can accidentally expel a lot of fire during sex, who knows what might catch."

"I'll be sure to watch out, sweet thing," the fox cooed as he fasted buckles and straps over her wings, before fixing those that would keep her front half prone and her tail coiled back in an exposing arch. "Hmmm, we may have to get you a fancier harness at some point."

"Glad you think so highly of me," the dragoness grunted, flinching and shuddering at every click and tight coil as she was fastened into the frame. "Okay, are you done back there or what?"

"That I am, and it's..." Crytrauv's words trailed off as he drew back, the full scent of Cynder's arousal like a fine perfume as she assumed a presenting position and spread her hind legs.

"Okay, here I am, fuck me already," she huffed, glancing back as she saw the fox rubbing at his sheath, and a hint of red poked free.

Oh, by the ancestors, that's it! She felt a breath catch in her throat as she saw the bright red of his cock slip free, lower at first, but soon lifting as the fox ran his paw rhythmically along its length. How does that even work, it's so sleek, no ridges... Urg, I'm not going to be stimulated at all!

"You like the look of this, huh?" he cooed as he caught her stare, and she averted her eyes once more. "It's worthy of any dragon, I assure you."

"I'll be the judge of that. I said pull out, I see now that you may just slip out before it's time," she sneered, snorting a laugh.

Crytrauv's confident expression didn't so much as flinch as his cock swelled a little more, now at half-mast in his grip as he walked up to his dragonesses' exposed rear.

"You really have no idea how fox cocks work, do you?" he asked and she shrugged, buckles and straps chiming.

"Should I? It's not often dragons stoop so low as to fuck mammal-kind," she retorted bitterly. "I doubt that thing could get one of your kind pregnant, and you're compatible with them!"

"I assure you, I could get any vixen full with pups? Could you even get pregnant?" he asked, tilting his head to one side, but once again, Cynder shrugged, only feeling a little apprehensive.

"It's spring, we're all in heat around this time... B-but no, surely not..." she wasn't as sure about her claims as she liked to believe, though tales of half breeds were just legends, not fact, and she dismissed them as such. "Either way..."

She wiggled her hips, stamping a rear paw as she huffed.

"Let's get this over with." There was a pause, a silence broken only by his longing stare, eyes fixed on her wet slit as she pressed. "Well?

He slipped forward, movement still confidant despite the red sword that thrust from his sheath as he purred lightly.

"Just admiring the view," he mused, slipping two fingers into her slit without another word, and drawing a shrill gasp from her as he rolled them awkwardly within her sopping folds. "It's not every day a dragoness lifts her tail so willingly."

Oh, they're cold! Cynder thought, bolts of sensation lancing through her like lightning as her legs twitched and wings ruffled, bound in leather and steel. But so good!

His fur tickled her walls with tiny bites of sensation, each blip of pleasure nothing compared to the moments his coat would dart over her ripe clit. Her love button was primed, ready, and longing for a rut. For too many heats she'd been denied a good mate, and now it was clear to her she was very much in a fertile mood. Yet just as soon as his exploring fingers invaded her outer folds, they drew back with a wet slip.

She shot the fox an almost pained look, her bitter scowl pleading for a split second, and at that, he smiled boldly.

"Besides..." he began, and she felt the tip of his hard shaft draw to the lips of her dripping pussy. "I think..." She let out a slow moan as she felt the tip of his cock part her sopping folds, and glide inward as he gave his first thrust. "You like it!"

"Ahh!" The dragoness let out a shrill moan, her breath stolen in one sudden pant as she felt her toned ass clap against his furry thighs. "Umph... Arg... It feels so smooth!"

"You don't need hooks and barbs on a cock to make it good, my sweet, now relax and let me take you," Crytrauv assured her as he resumed his shoving assault on her rump.

Subdued like a pinned animal, Cynder bowed her head, closed her eyes, and wrinkled her snout, swaying from side to side as she did her best to keep balance with the fox's motion, all the while grunting and snorting like some kind of mindless feral.

"Oh, you're tight, so fresh and untainted," Crytrauv observed, feeling her unspoiled walls rub around his rod like silky curtains. "I never thought I'd be your first..."

"Y-You're not! So... Don't get cocky with me... But..." Cynder could hardly force out words, as with each of his shoves she could feel the swelling bulge of Crytrauv's knot press against her pussy lips. "But you may as well be the first... Na... Narg!"

The dragoness let out a loud yelp, melting like butter under Crytrauv as he cupped one of her smooth flanks with a forepaw. Fluids dribbled in long strands from her slit, the wreak of dragoness cum strong in the air, growing more and more with each kiss of his knot against her soaked entrance.

"T-that's it... Can... You're going to take the knot!" He panted through his exertions, tongue starting to lull as Cynder wiggled her hips in preparation.

"If it's anything like dragon cock, yes... I'm just as strong as any other!" she shot back, face contorted in a snarl as his swollen base came forward, cock almost at full mast and threatening to enter her at any moment.

"O-Oh... I assure you it... it's..." Crytrauv's warning was lost in a fit of bestial grunts and snarls before he declared with a hard shove. "It's nothing like dragon cock!"

For the briefest of moments, time seemed to slow, as if the world had paused just to let Cynder feel every second of blissful sensation. Then the dragonesse's vision went white, stunned with excess as she felt her pussy forced apart like never before.

Y-yes... N-nothing like dragon cock at all!

"Arrg!" The pop and sudden rush of the fox knotting her was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and her eyes shot wide as she called out in bliss. "Nummph... Arg!"

"Naaa... Fuuuccck!" Crytrauv moaned, his words seemingly lost in a lucid sea of pleasure as he thrust on naught but pure instincts. "You're so fucking tight... How does dragon cock even fit!?"

"T-that really is non... Umph... of... Gah!" Cynder found words just as hard to manage as she shoved back, spine arched and hips wiggling to better accommodate the bulging knot. "Of your business!"

She snorted like some monster from the badlands, but in all honesty, she couldn't care. Crytrauv's balls thwacked against her toned ass rhythmically as she kept going. Right there and then, she didn't care what he was, weather a mate or a master. She was knotted to another, a male, and it made her feel strong. It was a moment of dominating euphoria the likes of which she'd never felt, and it was good, really good! Superior and powerful. It almost took over her, almost making her unaware of all around her. That was when she felt his cock shudder deep inside her, clenching her muscles around his length as she snorted and glanced back.

"Cry... D-don't..." The fox's face was lost in the rut, a mask of stunned pleasure as his tongue lulled and he panted hot breaths, so deep in the motion he almost tore her rear off the ground. "Don't you dare... Cum... in..."

Cynder came hard, hot dragoness cum lathering Crytrauv's cock as her orgasm erupted with more ferocity than a burst dam. It stole her words, as it shot through her like wildfire, burning every nerve tip with pleasure. She met Crytrauv's glazed eyes before her face scrunched, her eyes sealed, and at that, she knew it was too late.

"Haahhhfff... Fuck!" The fox came in her so hard it put the surge of her own orgasm to shame, shoving the two of them forward, as claws tore deep grooves into wood and teeth clenched.

Moments later, however, the sudden rush of euphoria faded and afterglow was the last thing on Cynder's mind.

"Wha... Y­­-you said you'd pull out!" she spat accusingly, as the fox rode the downturn of his climax and slowed a little.

Seconds later, the words reached him almost like a wall. He blinked as he groped his dragonesses' taut hips, the ghost of a proud smile passing across his features.

"Oh... Whoops..." For a moment it appeared he bore genuine sympathy and regret, but that changed as he shifted and gave a small smile, making no effort to pull out as the dragoness glowered. "Look on the bright side, it's probably not going to do anything, right?"

"You better be... right... Mmmph..." Cynder tried to snap at him, but another shift of his cock deep inside her cum-filled womb, and her words were lost to a sultry moan. "Fuck... hard to be mad at you when you're inside me!"

"Are you really so mad, you know it felt good, I can tell?" Crytrauv mused, as he patted her sleek rump. "So much tension just left you."

He has no idea... Urg, by the ancestors it felt amazing, but he came in me!and probably on purpose! Cynder felt heat creeping into her contorted features as dread filled her chest. I can't get pregnant from fox seed surely, the eggs should never take... That's if they even become eggs? Live chicks... I... Urg, no, none of that is true!

"Really, it's almost as if sex is supposed to feel good?" she deadpanned, still projecting a glare strong enough to melt steel over her shoulder as she flexed her hips, feeling cum seep from her folds. "But is that it, you just gonna sit here gawking with that thing up my tail?"

"That thing?" Crytrauv lifted a forepaw to his chest, feigning insult as he rolled his hips and drew another shrill moan from the dragoness. "This thing is right on your love button. You were just moaning and spilling your juices all over so behave."

"Yeah well, you already broke one of my terms, so how about you pull the damn thing out and I sit on you for a while?" she hissed through gritted teeth, the fact she was on the brink of a fresh orgasm making words hard to formulate.

"Oh, it's going to be a long time before I can pull out, sweetie," Crytrauv cooed, his smug expression re-emerging as he shifted his hips once more. "We're tied, and a fox can't pull out at full mast even if he wants to."

"So you're saying we're stuck like this all night? Great," Cynder huffed, face falling flat as she snorted. "Could have at least had me look you in the eyes before tying us!"

"But you were so eager to present yourself,and I wanted you in a more natural position, how could I hold back?" he reasoned, giving a slow shove forward, wet sounds squelching from under the dragonesse's tail as he did so. "Mmm, still so tight, Cynder, still so needy."

"W-will you shut up... All this... Humph... Talk... I..." Cynder came again, slower than the last time, but no less furious as hot, dragoness cum coated Crytrauv's cock. "Fuck.... That thing... How is it so good?"

"You're at my mercy, Cynder, just enjoy it," Crytrauv implored, forcing another shunt. "You gush like a fountain, all I have to do is keep thrusting."

"Gah! You..." Cynder winced, cutting deep furrows in the floor as wooden wicks curled from her clenched talons. "S-so you can just dump more loads in me...? N-no thanks, I'm full!"

"On the contrary, I know you're not. I can feel your passageway, clamping down, shifting around my length. You're trying to milk me for more, don't lie." Crytrauv called out Cynder's needs like a master of perception.

N-no he's... Urg, what am I thinking, he's right, I've wanted him to fuck me hard since we first made that deal! There was no point in hiding it anymore, and as the dragoness thought about it, she knew there was no good in hiding the fact behind a bitter facade any longer. He wants some real rutting, well I'll show him!

With a snort, the dragoness shoved back, her ass slapping his thighs and hanging balls like a drum as her wings almost flared free of the restraints. Crytrauv let out a shocked gasp, face contorted as Cynder felt his cock twitch within.

"Okay, big boy..." she began, pausing as a long breath of excess seeped between her parted fangs. "How much can that knotted rod of yours take?"

"A-as much as you can give, you sexy thing," Crytrauv responded, eyes narrowing as he slapped her ass, toned flesh rippling as she let out a sudden eep. "So let's go a few more rounds."

What's the point in denying him, he came, so what's there left to lose? She reasoned as she gave another hard shove back, starting to milk him just as he'd pointed out. I'll drain him dry before the end.

********

"Ahh... Just a few more rounds and I should be spent," Crytrauv moaned happily as he lounged back on a set of pillows, Cynder's rump still firmly knotted to his fleshy tower.

"You said that four rounds ago!" Cynder deadpanned, face flat in frustration as she sat atop him like some prized fleshlight bound and unable to move.

How does he have so much stamina... No, endurance, this rutting has been like climbing a damn mountain! She inwardly hissed as she felt his cock shift, and judged whether she could pull herself off. He's getting softer, I can feel it.

The two of them had been at it for hours, cumming over and over. She could almost feel how much time his loads had been sitting deep within her, possible making her pregnant. Then again, her own orgasms had been no less explosive.

Not to mention the volume, it's a wonder the town guards have not been called. She supposed she could thank her reputation for that, there were very few folks in the city that cared about her that much. Fools, I bet none of them have ever had sex this good!

"What can I say, I'm good at this?" Crytrauv chuckled, running a paw down Cynder's spine as she shot him a quizzical look over her shoulder.

"You say that as if you've fucked a hundred dragonesses," she snorted, and he grinned knowingly. "You know what? I don't care, you're stuck under my tail now."

"I... I am..." Crytrauv grunted, face wrinkling as he cupped her rump and shoved her up. "But not anymore."

The look of satisfied relief on the fox's face was almost comparable to that which he bore when on the peak of climax as he heaved Cynder off his cock with an audibly wet pop. His knot was like a wing-ball slipping out of her, wider than any of the dildoes she'd used over the years. So much so, it drew a wince, followed by a loud grunt.

"S-so much for a few more rounds," Cynder huffed, doing her best to mask her desire to clean herself as she flopped to the floor and floundered to reach her packed pussy while still restrained. "Gah... stupid harness!"

She caught sight of her folds to see she was well and truly full, only a small slather of his seed dribbling free. She knew his knot had been a firm plug, to keep his seed inside until it took.

Still, there's no way I can be pregnant so why... So why was she so set on getting as much out as she could? She licked and sucked on her pussy like a dog, before finally realizing that too much of his cum was deep within her. It's fine, just fox seed... We're not even the same race!

"You know, if you were less seductive, I may have been able to hold back ?" Crytrauv admitted, with a satisfied smile as he chuckled at the dragonesses' futile efforts. "But what's the point now, there's no way you can get it all out?"

"I can do what I want," Cynder spat bluntly, then sighed as Crytrauv reached out to undo part of her muzzle and straps. "And I admit, a lot of me wanted to do that."

"Well, why should we stop here? As soon as you;re done, I'm going to put another load into you," Crytrauv declared, moving the forepaw that had freed her, grabbing her horns, and yanking her head towards his still towering shaft. "I trust you won't bite?"

"After this, I wouldn't be so sure," she purred, eyes narrowing as she added. "I like it rather rough sometimes."

"Then you'll like this," Crytrauv retorted swiftly, seizing her horns again and ramming her muzzle over his cock. "Oh... fuck that tongue!"

Cynder's eyes shot wide, fighting the urge to gag as she felt the tip of his rod grace the back of her throat. She coughed and spluttered, doing her best to ensure fire didn't blast from her flared nostrils as Crytrauv stroked the back of her neck.

Fucking jerk! He's so lucky I don't bite or scorch his balls off. Despite her inner rage at her muzzle being used like another glorified fleshlight, Cynder would never admit the only thing preventing her from doing so was desire.

Crytrauv was the only being to show any interest in her like this. So much so, she considered that the whole bloodstone idea was just a rouse to get her to try him. Now that she had, she could not deny that she liked it, and she liked him. So much so, her sudden shock cooled, and her motions slowed as she started to roll her muzzle up and down his shaft.

"Mmm, good girl... That... Umph, that's good," Crytrauv moaned, limbs tensing as his claws dug at the floorboards. "Such a good girl"

Cynder seized his outer thighs, squeezing his ass as she worked, wordlessly glancing up at him as she uttered a deep purr from her throat, the vibrations tickling his cock.

"Gah... Fuck..." He shuddered, face wrinkling into a snarl as his teeth flashed. "Arggg... Keep... going!"

Even after countless climaxes, he was getting close again, only this time Cynder had him utterly at her mercy, and as she felt wetter under her own tail, she paused, drawing back for just a moment.

"No... why'd you...?" Crytrauv panted, and the dragoness grinned devilishly.

"What, you think I'm going to make it easy?" she mused, dragging her tongue from knot to tip in one long, slow lick before sucking on the beads of pre starting to bloom. "No, no, slow, and steady."

"C-Cynder, you tease just..." Crytrauv's limbs were like taught springs, stiff as stone and claws like daggers in the floorboards, while his face was so contorted, he could hardly open his eyes.

Cynder's tail swished, a wide grin on her muzzle before she gave him one last suck. His first climax filled her muzzle with warm seed, and after a moment of swirling it about her fangs, she swallowed hungrily. It was her turn to coax him to orgasm now, and she was going to make sure this was the first of many.

*******

"That was awesome," Crytrauv panted, head lazily propped up by one forepaw as Cynder still worked on his cock with sucks and long licks. "You're amazing."

"So glad you're satisfied, but I think I've filled my end of the bargain," Cynder retorted, drawing back and taking a breath as she cradled his wet cock in a forepaw.

"Funny you mention filling your end," Crytrauv responded, leaning forward like a hungry predator and pouncing the dragoness. "But now that you've cleaned me up, how about we mate in true doggy style?"

"You say that as if you care for me more than some kind of sex slave?" the dragoness mused, yet her heart fluttered at the idea.

"Did I ever say I didn't?" Crytrauv was swift to counter as he flipped her onto her back, and the two went at it like true ferals. "Fuck... No... You're the best sex... I've had!"

"Umph... So that is it... I'm just sex!?" Cynder snorted as Crytrauv bit on her neck, drawing blood as much as his cock enticed her to cum. "Too bad I... Like it with you!"

"I... Think the feeling's mutual!" he roared as the pair started rutting a new, unaware of the bestial din they were making and the attention it had already attracted.