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A Clerical Error

"You know what's up there, boy?" The barkeep asked, sliding the mug of water across the top. The man was a burly horse, his sleeveless tunic showing off the telltale scars and muscles of a lifelong labourer. Juran ignored the looks of the tavern's other patrons, sipping his water. He needed to keep a clear head if he wanted to make Valindrav Keep tonight.

"I have my suspicions," he admitted.

"It's a vampire! Hark me, now!" Cried a voice from the back. Glancing over his shoulder, Juran saw an old goat with a knotted beard, one shaking hand raised for attention. "He can see through stone, slip through shadow like it were nothin', change his shape and take to the skies by moonlight! I heard about the carcasses that come down from there, cats and dogs an' all manner'a critters, drained off their blood and flayed of their skin!"

"Shut yer damn trap, the Master ain't no vampire," a bear from the corner huffed, wiping ale foam from his lips. "He's a demon king, trapped here after them heroes split the worlds up north!"

The barkeep brayed, giving the bear a withering stare. "Think 'fore you speak, Glashton. You seen them gardens up the keep? If the Manor Lord were a demon king, no greenery'd be able to live up there, everyone knows that."

"I'm sorry?" Juran asked, leaning in. As a cleric of no small renown, he happened to know a thing or two about demons, their respective kings, as well as the Infernal Realm they were borne of. The barkeep cocked his head at the young otter, eyes scanning over his dusty, rune-covered robes. Beneath the embossed clothing, the fur on Juran's body was a soft earthy brown colour, lightening to almost a mild cream at his neck and face. He wore a large pack on his back, his deity relic tucked beneath some old rags for safe-keeping, his staff leant against the bar.

Moving slowly, the older barkeep rested his large hands on the countertop, eyeing his new guest.

Juran eyed him right back, sipping the tepid water from his tin mug.

"You don't know?" The horse asked. "By the look'a them rags, thought you was some big city wizard." And he snorted. "The keep's covered in gardens. Plant life dies near a demon's presence, so that means there ain't no way that the Manor Lord is a demon king."

Juran cocked an eyebrow, lowering his mug. He'd made a career hunting dark creatures, hells, he'd been in the north when 'them heroes split the world'. In all his time of destroying demonic spawn, he had never once encountered such a rumour.

Better to let them believe what they want, the otter thought, smiling over the lip of his cup.

"Vampire, demon king, necromancer, it makes no difference to me," Juran said, shifting in his seat and feeling the heat of all the tavern's eyes upon him. "I must speak with your towns, er... Lord. I have heard word he is a powerful alchemist, and I am in dire need of his services."

"Not _just_an alchemist," said the bear in the corner, words slurring. "He's a wicked sorcerer, a natural runegate, a master maker. He can will gold from the air and command the minds of men with a flick of his tongue. He commands the plants and dirt they grow in, for their spirits obey him. Do ye know, we've no sun in Hest, only clouds and rain all year round, yet our crops grow as if they were buried in the richest soils?"

"So he's not a monster, then." Juran muttered, touching a finger to his lips.

"Oh, he's a monster alright," the barkeep added sternly. "There's a deal though, a contract older than any of us, at the least. We of Hest leave him be, and the Manor Lord keeps us in good fortune."

"And what happens if you do go up there?" Juran asked, turning on his stool to properly regard the bear, even as an awkward silence settled on the room. The otter had seen the keep earlier on his way into town, perched at the edge of the cliff like a looming gargoyle. It was a good twenty minute walk up the hill, with a large fence and an ominous presence, and Juran found he would not be surprised if the villagers had never gone up there, contract or no contract.

"Hilde did once, when her boys were sick! Are ye all so quick to forget that?" The goat from before cried out. "Knocked right on his door, big bounty of fruit as an offerin' there wrapped up for him."

Juran eyed the old goat. "And?"

"And he destroyed her," the barkeep said tersely, which caused Juran to turn right back. The horse's lips were pressed tight together, and his eyes shot daggers over the cleric's shoulder, right at the goat that spoke up. "Smote her into ash there on the doorstop."

Juran swallowed. "I see." Was that likely to happen to him? Dana needed him, she was relying on his ability to convince Lord Valindrav [Dylan1] to help them, but if he was the kind of man to turn a woman to ash simply for disturbing his peace...

"But her boys got better!" The goat cried, slapping the table so hard ale sloshed from the lip of his mug. "Hilde went up in smoke and flame, aye, but them boys grown up big 'an strong. He may be a hellspawn vampire king from Infernation, but I'll have no man say the Manor Lord ain't merciful!"

Juran let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It was small as far as chances went, but it was something. If this Valindrav demanded that he suffer in order for Dana to live... well, Juran hoped it wouldn't come to that. He didn't think himself a coward, he'd proved that much during his fight at the shattering, but he was never one to launch himself freely into the face of pain.

"Regardless," he said eventually, levelling his gaze at the barkeep. "I came this far, I have to at least try. Is there anyone in Hest who might lead me up there? I can pay, but the cliffs seem precarious at the most opportune of times, and it's getting rather dark. I'd much rather a local guide my way."

Another unsettling silence settled across the bar. Juran had spoken softly, but it appeared as if everyone had gathered the gist of what he said.

The otter cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. "I wouldn't ask any of you to breach the terms of your contract with the Manor Lord. Only that you guide my way there, he need never know."

"Oh, he'd know," the bear demurred, shaking his head.

The barkeep gave Juran a stern look, frown crinkling. "Ain't many in town what're bold enough to take you up yonder. Best leave it 'till morning, lad."

Juran bit his lip. He could wait until morning, but that was another ten or twelve hours lost to Dana, and she could only hold on so long. She'd promised Juran that she'd fight until his return, but they both knew he had no time to dawdle. A shudder ran down the otter's spine, and he reached a paw up to itch the back of his neck.

"Well, if that's the case," he said slowly, swishing the last dregs of water about in his mug. "I suppose I'll have to attempt the journey myself." He gave the big horse a wan grin, then pressed up from his seat, sighing.

"Boy, you'll break your neck! Them cliffs are suicide in the dark!" The barkeep protested, gesticulating wildly. "Surely whatever errand it is you're on can wait a single night?"

Juran shook his head, tugging out the small locket from around his neck. He flipped it open with a practiced snap, and showed the grainy black and white pictograph to the barkeep. "Dana. She's to be my wife, but a grave malady has overcome her. I don't know the origins, but I suspect it to be arcane in nature - she sweats profusely, speaks in tongues, and bleeds from her ears and eyes, and that's only to name some of the symptoms. I've done all I could, and so have the greatest of my colleagues in Ythric. Perhaps you might think me a fool, chasing the old rumour of a brilliant alchemist living out here in isolation... but I'm afraid I haven't many other hopes, and my Dana hasn't long for this world."

After a pause, the burly horse nodded. "I understand." He then glanced around, meeting the eyes of each of the others. "I suppose I better take you m'self then."

The bear's jaw dropped. "Bordo, surely you aren't serious!?"

"As a heart attack, my friend." He banged his knuckles on the bartop, waving toward the door. "Everybody out, tavern's closed."

Juran stepped up to the counter, a blush touching his cheeks. "I wasn't playing any game, good sir. You don't need to take me, if you don't wish to."

"I know, lad, I know," the horse cursed, scooping mugs off tables as he shooed half-drunk patrons out the door. As they swung shut, Juran caught a glance of the purple dusk light outside. By the time they left the village centre it would be night proper. As the last of the village people finally skulked from the dim room, the older horse turned back to Juran, offering up one of those big hands.

"You heard, Bordo's my name. I'll take you within fifty feet'a the gates, but no closer."

Juran dipped his head. "Most appreciated Bordo, thank you."

"Nothin' of it." Bordo scowled, looking out the window. "Get yer things in order, we ought'a set off soon as possible if I've any hope of getting' back without breaking me own neck." He watched as Juran fastened his pack, securing the straps and making sure he hadn't left anything behind.

"I'm ready," the young otter said, green eyes catching in the torchlight. Bordo sighed, hefting a small lantern.

"I can see that. I just hope you know what you're gettin' y'self into s'all. The Master, he ain't a man to be trifled with."

Juran shivered as they stepped outside, following Bordo toward the sea-facing side of town. The town of Hest was as short and to the point as its name. Built on the lip of a sheer coast, it was home to only a few small hovels and shops. Most of the money that came through trickled down from Valindrav Keep, which loomed like a great black thorn at the peak of the westernmost hill. Even eyeing it from a distance filled Juran's belly with dread, and he wished to anything that he didn't_have to go up there. Even if this cruel and mysterious Lord Valindrav _could help him, would he want to?

His pack was heavy and his clothes grated on his fur; the food he'd eaten earlier was sloshing around in his gut, threatening to come climbing up his gullet if he weren't too careful. Despite the quiet, dry-mouth fear he felt, he knew that was no alternative - if he didn't, Dana was as good as dead, and Juran loved that girl with all his young heart. There would be no other girl like her, and so there was no other option but to go up, and beg Lord Valindrav for help.

Still, looking up at the jack-knifed, gnarled, and knotted silhouette of Valindrav Keep high on the sheer cliffs of the hill, he desperately wished there was.

~ O ~

Juran trailed a few feet behind Bordo, eyes strained in the darkness, mindful not to put his foot down in the wrong place. Dozens of feet below he heard the slapping of waves knocking against the rocks, the foamy wash sucking back out even as another came crashing in.

"Keep yer head, lad." Bordo waved his lantern about, casting the warm light over their feet. "Nary a year goes by 'thout some poor fool toppling to their death."

Juran looked back, frowning at the small orange haze of Hest's fires burning in the night. He wondered what it would be like to grow up in such an isolated town, the constant shadow of a terrifying 'master' looming over oneself every day, a man who burned a woman alive (apparently with only a thought) just for asking him for help.

"Does Lord Valindrav come down to the village often?" He asked, panting as he followed Bordo up a particularly steep incline. The withered spine of the coast edge was a helter-skelter path, far more jagged and winding than Juran had realised, and he was still tired from the day of travel it had taken to reach Hest. Thankfully the moon was full and bright, the ethereal glow helping to illuminate what Bordo's lantern missed.

It took the horse some time to answer, enough that Juran wondered if the he'd even heard him. Eventually, however, he spoke. "No. The Master never comes down, and we never go up. He has servants of his own that tend to him, but they do not speak to us unless absolutely necessary."

Juran frowned. "But why?"

"Because that is the contract our town agreed to." Bordo shrugged, shoving through an overgrown thicket and pushing out to the other side. "Here. This's far's I go."

Juran sucked in a cold breath. The sun had fully descended now, but the sky behind the keep was still a pale violet, and it was easy to make out the sharp ends and angles of the castle. The land upon which it was built was almost an island unto itself, the ground beyond the boundary walls falling away into sheer cliff faces, the ocean below peppered with tooth-like rock formations clawing up through the sea.

The walls and details of Valindrav Keep were difficult to make out, however, the shadows and darkness seeming to cling to the walls like a thick cloak. Juran could make out the hint of statues and figures, perched on the lips of rooftops like gargoyles, but he couldn't tell what they were of exactly.

A tall brick wall, capped with wrought-iron spikes surrounded the keep, culminating in an arching gate on the natural bridge leading the grounds proper.

It must have cost a fortune to build something so large and extravagant this far from any major cities, Juran thought, biting his lip. He wondered if there was anything he could possibly offer a man like that. The imbued trinkets stuffed in his pack suddenly seemed a woefully pithy gift, even if offered every single one, the owner of such a building probably had no need of them. Still, I must try. Dana needs it.

"You're set on this, then?" Bordo asked, looking to Juran. "People used to travel here, as you have. They chased the old rumours and stories of a powerful alchemist, or sorcerer, or whatever fairy tale was most popular at the time." The horse stopped, shaking his head ruefully. "I s'pose after folk never came back, the stories began to die."

"They're still out there," Juran replied. "There must be a grain of truth to them." He stepped forward, then paused, looking back at Bordo. The horse had a grim expression on his tired features; his jaw was clenched, arms held close to his chest, ears flat. "Thank you, sir, for bringing me here."

Bordo nodded. "You're doing a good thing, lad. I can't turn that away, not when some of us have been cowards, watching our own family wither and die, when help could be so close."

Juran put a paw on the horse's shoulder, giving him a soft smile. "You've done a good thing, too. I'll make certain my wife hears about you." A cold shiver ran through the otter then, and he felt his grin falter.

That is, if she lives long enough to become my wife.

"Appreciate it," Bordo said, pointing toward the gate. "There's a bell over yonder, see it? Ring that, it'll get the Master's attention." He inhaled slowly. "Good luck to you."

"And you," Juran said, bowing as the man turned and left.

Steeling his resolve, Juran balled a fist up and began to stride purposefully toward the large gate. The wind continued to nip at his cloak, and he found himself pausing before the bell.

Not too late to turn back, he thought, trepidation itching through his chest. Lord Valindrav burned a woman alive, supposedly, for daring to ask his help. But he helped her children, they got well.

Juran also wasn't from the village, and abided no contract. He hoped that was enough.

Swallowing his fear, Juran rang the bell.

For a moment nothing happened. The bronze metal let out an eerie ring into the night, echoing around Juran. He frowned, looking past the gate and seeing the long path winding up toward the keep. He wondered how Lord Valindrav was even supposed to hear it at such a distance. He looked around, thinking there may be some kind of hidden mechanism that rang another bell inside. If one existed, Juran couldn't find it.

He was about to consider trying to scale the tall gate, when they suddenly cracked open. With a loud whining creak they folded inward, bouncing on the hinges and halting wide open. There was no other indication Juran should enter, but he figured that was as good as anything. As he passed beyond the threshold, he heard a loud clank, and turned back to see them shut behind him.

Right. Totally normal thing to happen, he thought, gritting his teeth as he trudged toward the manor. It could be a bewitchment, but who would waste a relic on such a niche parlour trick?

Fear knotting in his stomach, Juran raised a knuckle to knock on the door. As his paw was set to descend however, the door suddenly swung inward, a tall Dalmatian in a flowing robe looking out at him with a lazy expression.

"Oh, um." Juran swallowed, unsure how to react. "Lord Valindrav?"

The Dalmatian cracked a wan smile. "No, sir, I am Helios, head of Lord Valindrav's estate."

A butler? Juran frowned. How much does he have to pay you to live out here? Is there even any point, where would you spend it?

"I see," Juran said eventually. "I was hoping to speak with Lord Valindrav, it's a matter of some grave importance. Is he... in?"

"The Master is always in." The butler stepped back, waving Juran inside. As the otter entered, Helios closed the door behind him, causing him to jump.

Juran took a few steps forward, resisting the urge to whistle as he turned about, eyes combing the lavish room. There were flashes of gold and silver in between patterned marble tiling, statues and artwork more expensive than a man's life embedded into the intricate walls. The welcome room to the manor was a fortune all to itself.

Just how much money does this Valindrav have? Juran wondered.

"The Master is expecting you, you have been invited to dine with him." Helios swept past Juran like a breeze, nose upturned, perfectly subservient but still with an air of condescension.

"Oh, well, I suppose I... accept his invitation." Unsure how to proceed, Juran followed the stout Dalmatian.

"Of course, sir." Helios turned into an ornate doorway, opening it with one smooth motion as he ushered Juran into a long corridor. Though they flowed together elegantly, the décor in here was far less ostentatious than the entryway. A shining hardwood floor, with stained glass murals lining one side, the odd freestanding bust of some ancient canine ruler placed periodically along the hall. Juran got a sense of symmetry, despite the contrast of windows on one side, and doors on the other.

"Are there other staff here too?" Juran asked the butler, as they began to travel down the hall. The otter hoped to get a look into the rooms, but each of the doors was shut and without portals. Deeper in the manor he heard creaks and what might be machinery, the chugging of some lever or wheel, stone against stone, pounding into metal. When he cocked his ear to listen further however, the sounds vanished like mist in the morning.

"Naturally," Helios said. "Lord Valindrav has many helpers, as he is a demanding master, with many needs. We see to his every whim, and he treats us with dignity and respect."

"Will we be dining alone?" Juran asked.

Helios paused at one of the doors, knocking gently on it. "Yes. The staff do not eat at the Master's table, and he has no other visitors this night." The Dalmatian hesitated, squinting down at Juran's dusty and battered robes. "Dinner shall be served in an hour's time. You seem... weary, from your travels. The road takes its toll, yes?"

Blushing slightly, Juran resisted the urge to brush at his cloak. "Indeed. I'm afraid I'm not quite dinner-party material, at least not right this moment. Like I said, my desire to meet is of some importance."

The door swung inward to reveal two burly German Shepherds, each in workers' trousers and a sleeveless top.

"We shall see to that, Master Juran." Helios smiled, and as Juran awkwardly stepped into the room the door was shut behind him.

"Pardon us, good sir, only be a few minutes," one of the dogs said, taking his spot in front of the otter while the other stood behind. They both stood half a head taller than Juran. His accent was choppy and quick, a working man's voice that would be perfectly at home back in Loradel or Ythric. "I'm Elis, and this's my twin Orin, don't blush too much, we've seen it all before, only business y'see."

"Pardon," Juran said, allowing Orin to take his satchel. "But why would I blush?"

Elis laughed at that, and it was only then that Juran fully took in the room they were in. The ground was slatted wood, finely treated. Just behind Elis stood a large brass and mahogany tub, steam gently rising from a huge pile of fluffy bubbles.

"A bath?" Juran sputtered. "Come now, I'm not quite sure that's--"

"The Master has standards, sir," Orin said from behind, as his paws reached around Juran's neck and seized his robe. "Apologies."

"Now--" Juran couldn't finish the thought as the two large canines bodily disrobed him. He squirmed and wiggled, and they fussed and tutted, but eventually the robe was pulled back, Juran stripped to his underclothes, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Er, thank you boys, but I rather think I'm capable of washing myself now."

Orin dropped the soiled robes in a basket with a puff of dust, and Elis grinned somewhat unfortunately. "Apologies again sir, but like I's said earlier, the Master has certain standards."

Before Juran could react, Orin seized both of his arms from behind, as Elis stepped forward and undid the buttons on his undershirt. "Now, hold on, this is far beyond the realm of propriety!" Juran cried, trying to pull away and finding the dogs several times stronger than him. He tried to go for his cleric's staff, but it had been placed perfectly out of reach, resting in the corner.

Somewhat resigning himself, shame creeping up his face, Juran couldn't stop the whimper as his underclothes were tugged down to his waist, and then with a swift pull down to his knees. His sheath hung gently in the air, the otter's face burning furiously. Save for bathing as a pup, he'd never had another male see him so exposed before. The adrenalin and fear caused a sharp tickle to run through his sheath, which in turn made his face only hotter.

"Quit yer blushing there, sir," said Elis even as he tugged the sweat-stained underclothes from Juran's feet. "Ain't nothing new." And he gave the base of Juran's sheath a quick pinch, eliciting a yelp.

Next the two Shepherds bundled Juran into the bath, dunking him in the pleasantly warm water, Elis pulling his arm up so that Orin could massage soap into the fur beneath it, his fingerpads gentle and tickling in Juran's armpit. The knots in his fur were worked out, the matted parts undone, and there was even an extremely uncomfortable few minutes where Elis held up Juran's sheath so Orin could wash the balls and taint. They twins also scrubbed the back of his ass, before giving his crotch another once-over.

Mercifully, the dogs let Juran clean inside his own sheath, though they watched carefully all the while, insisting he must get all the grime out. Juran performed for them, ears hot as a coals, the whole time fighting the tingling urge his prick felt to stiffen. The twins were nothing but professional the whole time, never snickering or laughing, only saying things in the most mechanical way possible (please lift the gentleman's balls, Elis), but still it felt a little off to Juran. He got the sense, although they didn't show it, that the dogs were looking at him like a meal. Like they actually enjoyed his discomfort, even revelled in his nudity and shame.

The otter had heard of males who partook sexually with other men before, but he had never the inclination. He was engaged, for goodness sake, to a _woman_of grace and elegance. Not once had Juran felt the carnal pull of burying his sheath in a male's rear, though he did his best not to judge.

Eventually the twins decided he was clean enough, nodding at their handiwork. Never more humiliated in his life, he was finally allowed out of the bath, and the two dogs expertly towelled him off, before Helios deftly slipped back into the room.

"Much better," he proclaimed cheerfully, expert eyes combing over Juran's naked, fluffy body.

"This is far beyond acceptable, sir." Juran's teeth were clenched, his tail sweeping in short motions behind his ankles, and he itched for his staff, to touch magic, to force them away.

"We are only increasing your chances of successfully petitioning our Master, sir." Helios went to the side, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a set of flowing purple robes. He proffered them to Juran. "He has standards, as I'm sure the twins have said. If he likes what he sees, your chances are much higher."

Juran thought about telling Helios to go to Infernation, but then sense took the better of him. He sighed ruefully, cheeks still hot with the sting of humiliation, and snatched the robes up, tugging them over his body.

"This all seems rather unnecessary," he complained to the three of them, who simply stood watching him dress. "I could have washed myself. I'm certain some aspects could have also been avoided." His thoughts burned at the idea of two men touching his sheath so openly, and even more at how close he'd come to getting hard. Calming himself, Juran swallowed the lump in his throat, now he just hoped to get his help and be done with this place.

"Lord Valindrav knows many things, Master Juran." The butler turned away, pulling open the door. Orin returned his staff, and Elis passed him the satchel. A quick check showed Juran nothing had been tampered with. "He would know."

"If you say so."

Helios then led Juran out and back into the hall, curving around until they reached a set of double doors. The Dalmatian paused before the doors, looking the otter in the eyes.

"Now, Master Juran, the Master is very particular. You must be polite at all times, but he does not care for grovelling. Never lie, or he will know. Do not insult him, even inadvertently. You are to refer to him as Lord Valindrav, or my Lord, or even Master, yet never by his first name, though he may introduce himself thusly to you."

Juran nodded. "I have been to dinner parties before."

Helios smiled wanly. "Not like this one. The Master is a man of extreme power and taste, he is kind and just, but he does not take kindly to the worthless and petty demands of mortal men. Speak plainly wherever possible, and if you are offered something, do not deny it."

"And if he offers to clean my sheath for me?" The comment was meant to make light of the bathing, but it came out sounding a touch tarter than Juran would have liked.

"I doubt it will come to that, but I would not deny him all the same." Juran frowned at that, but nodded.

"I'll manage."

"I'm sure. We will go in now, I will announce you, then guide you to your seat. Try not to be nervous."

"Do I look nervous?" Juran saw in the Dalmatian's eyes that it wasn't even worth answering the question. He let out a shaky breath, nodding. He had to do this. For his wife-to-be. Dana was waiting on him, hoping for him to come back and save them. He would do whatever he had to, for her. "I just want to make a good impression, there's a lot riding on this."

"Listen," the butler said in a whisper, paws hovering over the door handles. "If you make a mistake, Lord Valindrav is forgiving. Admit your faux pas, apologise, then move on. Do not plead and whine, or beg. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Then enjoy the dinner." Helios pushed open the two doors in one impressively swift movement, gesturing for Juran to step through.

The otter did so, and found himself in a hall that dwarfed the entryway. The manor was impossibly large, and the decoration was somehow extremely lavish and grand, without breaching into the realm of gaudy or overdone. Large marble pillars held an arched roof, with large golden chandeliers dangling from the top. Statues lined the walls, incredibly intricate and delicate pieces, so much so that Juran had no conceivable imagination for how Lord Valindrav had carted them here without damage - teleportation incantations are neither cheap nor reliable. The floor was of smooth tiles, with a thick red carpet running down the middle, atop of which was an ornate dark wood banquet table, eight seats to a side and one at each end.

At the far end of the table sat a large lean figure in a high-backed chair, his luscious orange and black fur adorned with slight white trim, a high-collared blue coat with silver trim perfectly hugging his form. He sat relaxed, head propped on one paw, legs flowing out before him and feet disappeared under the table. All in all, a much more casual appearance for a dark and powerful master than Juran had expected.

Lord Valindrav.

Helios's voice came loud from behind Juran, causing him to jump. "If it pleases the Lord, announcing Master Juran Teplan of Northern Ythric, here at the behest of Lord Remus Valindrav, of Hest and the reaching lands."

Only then did it occur to Juran that he had never given Helios either of his names.

"It pleases." Lord Remus Valindrav was half the room away from the two, and yet his voice carried effortlessly, as if he were only a few feet instead of dozens. "Take a seat, Master Juran."

Helios led him to the opposite seat at the far end of the table, pulling back a fine wooden chair with a cushioned seat. Juran stepped in and felt the chair slide firmly beneath him. He saw to either side of the room the German Shepherd twins from earlier, Orin and Elis, waiting by the wall in plain navy coats, paws clasped behind their backs.

"Thank you, my Lord." Juran dipped his head toward Valindrav, who raised a crystalline goblet of red wine toward him.

"Would you care for a drink, Master Juran?" Valindrav's voice was baritone and powerful, his words seeming to echo throughout Juran's entire body. They had an ethereal quality to them, flowing so smoothly and richly, each one laden with purpose and command. "You look pristine, the twins have done fine work with you."

A new hot blush hit the otter's cheeks, and he tugged at the collar of his new robes. "I would love a drink, thank you, my Lord." He paused, awkwardly looking toward one of the wine bottles far out of reach. Before he could think to ask how best to go about retrieving it however, Helios had swept in and poured him a goblet.

Juran sipped it, swishing the rich aromatics around in his mouth.

"Good, isn't it?" Valindrav asked. "Something on your mind, Master Juran? You look to be puzzling out a little problem, please, share it with me."

"The wine is very good, thank you," Juran admitted. He paused, wondering if voicing his thoughts was a wise idea. But Valindrav did ask, and Juran found that he wanted to answer. "I hope you don't mind my candour, Lord Valindrav, but none of the rumours surrounding you mentioned you were a tiger. It's a rarer sight in this part of the world, and even I myself often feel out of place in a country of wolves and bears."

Valindrav took a moment to consider the answer, before smiling broadly. "I like my privacy, you have learned this with the people of Hest. All my long life I have been a thing of curiosity, my gifts and abilities treated as a thing that out shadows me, and not an extension of myself. I chose long ago to not let them make an idea out of me, and to instead become a mystery of my own volition. The only control left me, I backed myself into the form of a worm that niggles at the minds of curious men, men such as yourself. They wonder who I am, what I can truly do, if the rumours are real. It was the best I can hope for, as I cannot force everyone to think as I do."

"Of course." Juran nodded slowly. "I find, I must ask, are the rumours true?"

"Well, that depends, doesn't it? On what the rumours are."

Juran frowned, getting the sense he was being toyed with. Distantly his stomach growled, the scent of roasted vegetables touching his nose. He glanced toward the nearest spread, and yet again Helios was there, carving up a portion and depositing it before him.

Valindrav waited patiently while Juran swallowed his first bite, a delicious and thick piece of pumpkin rich with spice - another great luxury that would be extremely difficult to gain out this far.

"They vary, my Lord." Juran was careful not to gesture with his utensils. "Some say you are an immortal, who has amassed great wealth and influence over centuries of life. Some say you are a demon king escaped the Infernal Realm. I've heard tell you can change the dreams of men and influence their mind, alter their bodies, move about far places in a distant blink. I've also heard you're an alchemical genius."

Valindrav smiled again, a flash running through his large eyes. He seemed so inviting, so open, that Juran wondered why he had ever been nervous. He felt so at home, and he could think of nothing better than to have this powerful creature pleased with him. "Flattery will get you everywhere, little otter. Tell me then, which of them do you put stock in? What whisper was it that drew you to me?"

The words came tumbling out of Juran's maw, truthful ones he'd thought but might have reconsidered saying aloud. Omission is not lying, not usually. Yet they came anyway, as if someone else was speaking through him.

You enjoyed that goblet of wine a little too much, and you haven't eaten in far too long. A poor combination, nothing more.

"As someone with some modicum of experience in the Infernal Realm, and the creatures that escape it, I have my doubts you're a demonic emperor. Truly, I put a tiny amount of stock in each rumour, for each one came from somewhere. I suspect at the least, you are a brilliant alchemist and inventor, a man of science as much as a man of magic. That is why I am here, because of your power, of your rumours. I don't have much I can offer, but still I come to beg your help, because rumours don't come from nothing." Juran finally was able to slam his muzzle shut, embarrassed at the outburst. He glanced around, but none of the staff reacted.

"Yes, your Dana. I am aware." Valindrav nodded. "I am what I am Juran, a man cast outside the drifts of time, someone much like yourself perhaps, only with far more experience on paw. Imagine the kind of cleric you might become with a thousand years of study." He paused, looking down the table. Again there was a strange flash of his eyes, a shimmer of teal running across them, casting a strange lightning bolt of excitement into Juran's chest. "Come here, little otter, let me see you."

Juran swallowed, tight worry knitting up in his gut. His wants waged a quiet war, half of him wishing to scamper over like some beloved pet, eager to please this powerful man, while the other feared what it might entail. Regardless of his fears, Helios had said never to deny him, and so willingly he pushed out from his seat, standing as gracefully as possible. He was with it, but his body moved almost of its own accord.

"Have you ever laid with another male?" Valindrav asked, his words backed by a soft bed of purring.

"Why, that is a wholly uncalled for question!" Was what Juran wanted to say. The words caught in his throat however, and instead he heard himself say: "No, my Lord, I haven't."

What? Why... I suppose I should know better. He's eccentric, just play his game, and get this cure. His heart leapt as Valindrav gave a tiny nod, the approval rushing through him like the joy at first summers' day after a season of rain.

The otter stopped only a few feet from the large tiger, and for a moment worried that indeed the Lord would be checking his sheath, but the man only smiled warmly again, eyes flashing again. Still Juran found himself at odds with own thoughts, both wanting to please this tiger - however he could - and to run screaming from this strange place.

"Undo your robes," Valindrav said casually. "In fact, take them off."

"I..." Juran paused, finding his paws were already halfway up to the collar. What am I doing? And why do I feel glad of it? "I... would rather not, my Lord, if possible."

"It isn't possible." Valindrav's face become steely, jaw firming, his eyes boring into Juran's. "You want to be a good little otter, don't you? A polite guest?"

"Do it, you want to, you must." A small voice was whispering into his mind, as if he had an ear at the centre of his skull. "You need to be good, you need his approval, you need this master."

But I don't want to. Juran found his paws were shaking, his thick rudder tail hanging limp between his legs.

"Take off your clothes."

"Y-yes... my Lord." Shakily, trying to stop himself but finding his body unwilling, Juran reached up to the robe's collar and pulled it down. Helios had not given him any underclothes, and as the robe fell away he stood wholly naked once again. While the top of Juran's head and shoulders were covered with the rich, walnut brown fur, his chest and belly were home to lighter and creamier colours, with a dash of white about his stomach. The cream fur spread down, over his modest sheath and balls, and onto the insides of his legs.

Juran was acutely aware of the twins still in the corner, their eyes dutifully facing forward. At least before it had been a bath, in a smaller room. In this giant hall, totally naked, Juran felt more exposed than ever.

But a part of him wanted Valindrav to see, he _wanted_this.

No, I don't, stop being insane.

"Not bad," Valindrav said. He reached out with a claw, fingers closing toward Juran's sheath. The otter yelped, stepping back and covering himself with his paws. Valindrav again met his eyes. "No. Come forward Juran, right up to my chair." And the tiger pushed his chair out from the table, so it was facing the otter front on, legs splayed wide.

Juran wanted nothing more than to run away. He didn't know what Valindrav had in store, and although half of him pulled forward to obey, the remainder of his free mind wanted to scream and leave. He doubted this madman would give him any cure, and he had no interest in being some experiment.

Despite these thoughts, despite the feeling that he was in control, Juran felt himself step forward, his paws flopping to his side, feet stopping when they were all but touching Valindrav's boots.

"Kneel." As the words left the tiger's mouth, his eyes flashed teal again, and Juran felt his body moving like he was a puppet on strings. He wanted to stop, he pulled and seized internally, but his muscles wouldn't obey. Indeed, even a part of his mind wanted to kneel, wanted to please this strange and powerful villain.

Please, just let me go. He thought, the only freedom left to him in his mind. What kind of dark magic is this?

On his knees between Valindrav's legs, Juran looked up, feeling his jaw go slack. Why is this happening?

"Everything has a cost, little otter. You have a plump and delightful sheath, if a bit small." The tiger grinned wickedly. "Now, undo my boots, careful to kiss my feet as you do. Enjoy yourself."

"Yes, my Lord." Juran replied, feeling his body move in that strange marionette way again. His trembling paws went to Valindrav's boot, carefully undoing the clasps and laces, before tugging it off and shoving it beneath the table. Horrified at his own - forced - enjoyment of it, Juran leaned down, lifting the large orange foot by the back of the heel. He hesitated with his nose pressed against the underside, the leathery padding of the soles rough on his face.

"Go on, little pet." Screaming internally, but unable to stop his own body, Juran opened his mouth and ran his tongue out, giving a long slow lick along the base of the sole. He heard Valindrav let out a taut breath, and bent the foot down, kissing the top of it.

Juran's insides were a war. A mixture between the hypnotic commands, the increasingly quiet part of himself that was crying out against it. This was beyond strange, this was freakish and mad. If Lord Valindrav would do this, who knew what other terrifying ordeals he had in store.

"Good, now the other one." Juran nodded at the command, gently placing the foot down and repeating the process with the other. "You're being very obedient, you _want_to be a good slave for me, don't you?"

"I... do... master," Juran heard his voice say, before resuming his slow licking of Valindrav's foot.

As he was licking the base however, he felt a pressure at his crotch. A quick glance down showed that Valindrav had his foot pressed against Juran's sheath, his two largest toes wrapped around the mass of his concealed cock, heel burying into his balls.

Please don't.

"I want to see your cock." Valindrav growled, those two toes gently prying at Juran's sheath, massaging the dick inside. Juran felt himself stiffening and winced, a pressure building in his hips. It had been a long time since anyone touched him there, and on the road he had scarcely had the time or inclination to tend to his own needs. He managed to let out a pleading mewl, but all he got back was a wordless growl from Valindrav, whose toes and footpaw was still tightly massaging his sheath.

Juran continued to lick the other foot, doting over it, hating every minute, loving every moment, his entire face on fire from the shame and humiliation of it. He felt his dick hardening against Valindrav's working footpaw, the sheath naturally peeling back as Valindrav coaxed the pink rod out. Juran's cock curved slightly upward, elegant almost, the tip a little thicker than the shaft, but only slightly.

"Tell me you like it, moan if it feels good," Valindrav commanded, and Juran instantly moaned.

This doesn't mean you're like him, or like the twins. Pressure put there feels good, no matter the sex of the person applying it. It's only biology, it's science. Still, a part of him did enjoy it.

He was so powerless, he couldn't move, couldn't do anything but whatever this mad tiger wanted of him.

"It feels so good, my Lord. So very good." Juran couldn't stop whimpering around his licks, the other foot pressing harder and harder into his cock and balls. Valindrav picked up speed, using his toes to slide Juran's sheath up the length of his shaft, pulling and kneading at the balls with his heel. The tiger was an expert, sliding his big toe from the very tip of Juran's length, and running it right down until it pushed inside his loose sheath fur, swirling it around. Then he tugged it free, bundling the sheath up and dragging it right up the length of Juran's penis, squeezing the tip with his two biggest toes and twisting gently, but firmly.

Juran's tongue faltered on Valindrav's foot, swallowing a gasp as he felt a tight pressure building near his waist, and he froze in place, quivering as a race of electricity fired through him like a cannon. "Oh, fuck, my Lord... please..."

Juran couldn't help it. The shame swirled with his lust and he groaned, bucking his hips as he came, several thick ropes firing out over Valindrav's foot. Panting and sighing, groaning, Juran's balls drained over the tiger and he sagged.

Finally, it subsided, and Valindrav retracted his footpaws somewhat, leaving Juran to simply kneel there, despondent. It had felt good. He couldn't deny it. Maybe it was because of the magics but... a part of him was disappointed it had ended so quickly. The feeling of being so powerless, so helpless, just a toy for this godlike being to use... he had no control. It wasn't wrong or unfaithful, he'd been forced into it.

Another part was terrified he had displeased his new master.

At least it's over now.

"We're not done." Valindrav chuckled, and Juran's heart sunk, all thoughts of disappointment and pleasure gone, replaced only with humiliation. "First, clean me." And he held up the foot that had Juran's sticky white cum soaked into it.

Unable to stop, Juran leaned in and lapped it up. He'd never tried his own seed before, but it was salty, tangy with a bit of bite. He ran his tongue under and over Valindrav's foot, careful to get every bit, swallowing when he could. He licked in between his toes, careful to make sure he was obeying every whim to the letter.

"Good, good little otter."

"Thank you, Master." Juran found he'd said the words unprompted, Valindrav's twisted hypnosis working itself deeper still into his head. He felt vile for what he was doing, but worse for how much he was enjoying it. His mind was at war, as if in a dream, nothing working correctly.

Perhaps that's all this is, a nightmare to be endured.

"Now stand." Immediately Juran obeyed, his balls a little sore from being so thoroughly drained so quickly. His sheath had swallowed his cock again, and he could feel it sitting inside, still sticky. Valindrav stared at the cream coloured sheath for some time, tsking lightly to himself. After a momentary pause, he reached out and took the sheath with one paw, the balls with the other, pulling them about and examining them, as if measuring them against some internal reference point. "Can't have you drained right at the beginning. Say what you will of my designs, I always like to keep my playthings pleased." Juran swallowed, this time of his own volition.

Releasing Juran's genitals, Valindrav stood suddenly, gesturing toward the banquet table. Only now could Juran see that the food and chairs had been completely cleared away, and all that was left was an empty platform and a silk tablecloth.

"I'll admit, this next part may seem a little strange to you, even frightening." Valindrav circled to the other side of the table, checking inside his robe and coming out with a thin vial of shiny black liquid. "Please, relax as best you can. Now, get on the table and lie down on your back, legs nice and open."

"No." Juran shocked himself, blinking. He took a step back, balls swinging, and found he was shaking his head. "I won't."

"Get up." Valindrav ordered, a slight growl to his words. His eyes flashed once more, and Juran felt his body lock up, his moment of freedom lost.

Please, don't make me drink that, don't continue this nightmare. But he found himself walking all the same, climbing onto the table and laying down, an excited tingle already spiking in his belly. He kept his knees up but nice and open, as his master wished.

"You were right when you said I am an alchemical genius. It is the field where my greatest skills lie." Valindrav loomed beside him, standing in line with Juran's hips, holding the black vial up to the light. Without any preamble, the tiger suddenly leaned over and gently kissed Juran on the lips, pulling away with a slight line of spittle, before doing the same thing to the soft fur a few inches above his sheath. "You're truly a beautiful pet. I know you will be afraid, but this will make our playtime last, oh, so much longer."

Why? Why are you doing this? Juran wanted to cry it out, he wanted to thrash on the table and smash that vial, damn Valindrav and his madness, he wanted to leave, he'd find another way to save his wife.

But also... he wanted to see what else this man was capable of. And the slight tickle in his cock told him it wanted more as well.

With one paw, Valindrav seized Juran's sheath, tugging it down and holding up his limp dick, gently pinching the tip in two fingers. With his other paw, he expertly popped the cap on his vial, upending it over the top of the otter's abdomen.

The black liquid came out slowly, like syrup. It slid down and soaked into Juran's fur, pooling there, slightly warm, like honey that had been sunned. It actually reminded him of his own seed, only pitch black and much heavier. It was almost soothing, his prick gently cradled by his master, this warm mass moving about atop his stomach.

Wait._He fought through the fog of Valindrav's control, determined not to lose himself. _My master? He's no master of mine. But more concerning than that, was the fact the black ink was moving, and squeaking.

It was flexing, like a muscle, and Valindrav stared down at it like a mad strategist might an army far away. "Yes, good, go on." Juran's eyes were locked open, dry terror seizing his throat, watching this amorphous blob move and writhe on his belly like an animal.

Suddenly it began to shift itself, moving similarly to an octopus might, or a spider even, only without any legs - stretching long drips of the liquid out, then drawing its greater mass toward it. It was slow and shambling, dribbling further down Juran's body, the top of it receding from his chest as it rolled toward his cock. He'd expected to be forced to drink it, but now it seemed like some kind of magical coating to drench his crotch.

No, no, whatever that is, keep it away from me! Don't let that thing touch me anymore!

It pooled around his soft cock, wholly ignoring Valindrav's tough fingers as it swam about Juran's balls, slowly climbing up his sheath, inching towards his tip as it tightened steadily. The otter tried to flex his muscles to no avail, and finally his whole cock and balls were covered in the foul black ichor.

"This is where it becomes a little weird," said Valindrav.

"What?" Juran asked, and at that moment the goo began to slide inside his cock, right down his slit. It pushed his urethral passage out, and he felt the warm heat of it flow down into his balls, in a sensation he could liken only to ejaculating in reverse. A throb of pain pulsed through his testicles, the muscles in his prick lightly spasming. He sucked in a tight breath and then his cock was rock hard again, his balls taut and heavy, filled to the brim with fresh cum, a slight dribble of clear pre sliding from his slit to his sheath.

Valindrav released him. "Excellent, primed and ready to go! Very good, little pet. Orin!"

Juran felt tears hit his eyes as the large German Shepherd came over, stripped naked, his own bright red cock standing to attention, the hint of his knot hidden by his mottled brown sheath.

I don't want this, please, please I don't want this.

"But I do, I need it, I want it, it feels so good."

He couldn't control himself, he was a thing to be used, a toy in the deft paws of a titan. A part of him loved it, adored the strange ecstasy, the forbidden feelings.

That part was winning.

Juran winced as Orin climbed up behind him, kneeling over his head slightly, the dog's knees pressed flush to his shoulders. Bouncing only inches from Juran's face was the thick red canine dick. The otter could smell his musk, the thick heady aroma of lust overwhelming, rich in flavour.

"Just enjoy yourself, don't worry," said Orin, leaning over him.

"Open your mouth, pet." Valindrav was standing back a little, taking the scene in with rapturous awe. He was still clothed, and a part of Juran wished he wasn't, wished he could see what exactly the tiger's cock was like up close. Juran felt his body compelled by the command, and his mouth dutifully opened, only for Orin to slide the tip of his cock in. Juran coughed slightly as it passed his teeth, gagging against the warm intruder, his head awkwardly tilted back. "Pleasure him, Juran, I want you to make Orin feel good."

Yes, my Lord. The thought came unbidden, an intruder. It was growing increasingly difficult for Juran to pretend he did not enjoy this. His cock was throbbing with fresh magic, his mind addled, but a part of him was still willing. A part of him wanted this, wanted to be used, to be controlled. So often he was the one in charge, the sensible one, to be able to lay back and just... revel... to feel good.

He wrapped his tongue around the tip of Orin's cock, doing what he imagined would feel good on himself. The canine obliged him with gentle thrusts, and Juran did his best to keep his teeth free of the warm flesh, licking at Orin's tip and then feeling it slide down his muzzle, the end pushing into his throat. He was just getting into a good rhythm, when he felt hot breath on his own prick. A moment later a pair of canine lips wrapped themselves around Juran's cock, and he groaned throatily into Orin's doghood, feeling the canine's heavy balls bump against his forehead even as the dog sucked at his own cock, locked into an endless loop, two obedient pets swallowing one another.

"Yes, yes, very good." Valindrav circled them, the two locked in a groaning thrashing mess, both taking the other's cock as deep as they could. At one point Orin pulled off, and Juran found himself whining for that warmth to touch him again. Then, however, he felt Orin's nose pressing into his groin and taint, his longue Shepherd's tongue snaking out and lapping at the crease between leg and taint, even darting between his cheeks and teasing at Juran's tight hole.

Juran gasped with pleasure, it felt so good. The air and hot breath, the warmth of the tongue opening him up. He suckled and pulled at Orin's cock with his muzzle, wishing the dog would cum already, pump his throat full of hot seed. The knot was starting to swell inside his sheath, but even at half size it was so large there was no way Juran would ever be able to swallow it.

"Enough of that, pull off him now Orin."

"No, please!" Juran cried, as the dog sat back up, his dick sliding from the otter's maw.

"Oh?" Valindrav cooed, walking over and craning his neck over Juran. "You want more? You want his cock?"

I... I don't know what I want.

"Yes." He was out of breath, panting, still unable to move, unable to do anything but stare up at Valindrav's eyes. "More."

"Alright then. Get up on your paws and knees, and start sucking his cock, little pet." Valindrav's words rang like a bell through Juran, and slowly he obeyed. His own prick throbbed, heavy and wanting release, though the actual orgasm felt far off, sealed away.

I will be allowed to cum when he's pleased.

On his paws and knees, Juran felt Orin's paw touch the back of his head, guiding it forward, opening his mouth and sliding his cock along his tongue. He slipped it back and forth, feeling the strong meat in his muzzle, hearing Orin's short grunts and groans intermix with his own. This was less of Juran sucking Orin, and more Orin using Juran's mouth, fucking into it, building a tempo and timing it with grunts and huffs, his powerful fingers tight in Juran's fur, pulling him onto the dog's cock.

As the rhythm levelled out, Juran felt something new. Another pair of big canine paws, each one firmly squeezing each of his round ass cheeks. A shudder ran through Juran's body as he felt Elis's nose push between his ass, the dog's tongue prodding at his hole.

What am I doing? Why am I enjoying this? Juran wondered. He felt like a freak, his face numb from the constant burn of humiliation, his privates sore from the aching spell put on them, but his whole body on pleasurable fire. He'd never felt like this before.

"You'll get what you came for, so long as you be a good little pet for me," Valindrav whispered into his ear, the large tiger firmly grasping Juran's hanging cock, stroking it slowly. Juran let out a whine, even as Elis's tongue left his hole, which was still dripping wet from saliva. "Curious thing about twins, you know. These two at least, they're different sizes."

Juran swallowed a load of pre-cum from Orin's slowly thrusting cock, mumbling some gurgled words.

Elis must be smaller then, since Orin is so big. His jaw actually ached a little from fitting around it.

"Elis is much bigger," Valindrav said coyly. Juran yelped as he felt a wide, warm point press up against his tailhole, his actual tail pulled sharply to the side. He grunted, and felt a new paw grip the sides of his hips, pulling him back as the cock slid deeper. It hurt, stretching out Juran's hole as Elis plunged halfway down inside him. He felt the walls inside himself forced outwards, filled to the absolute brim with throbbing dog cock. He momentarily stopped actively sucking Orin's dick, simply frozen in place, enjoying the firm thrusts that the other twin was giving him.

"I make these two perform a lot for me, they're always happy to oblige, to play my little... games."

Orin began fucking Juran's muzzle again, getting into a rhythm as Elis slammed his cock deep inside. It hurt, but in a good way, the slow impacts heavy on his rear, the dog's balls bumping against his own, two heavy panting voices sounding above him. Juran was simply caught in the middle, skewered between the two brothers.

He wondered when Valindrav himself would join in, he hoped it was soon.

They stayed like that for some time, the two twins simply bouncing Juran back and forth, still locked up and under control from Valindrav's magic, thick silvery precum steadily dripping from his tip like drool, puddling on the table.

Juran lost himself in it, feeling Elis's thick knot - bigger than his fist - knocking up against his entrance, squeezing between his two cheeks. He wanted it, he was obsessed with it. Every thrust he tried to push back, tried to get that dog knot inside him, so he could take all his cum. Each time he failed, a slight whine slipping out around Orin's cock, which still filled his mouth and throat.

"Enough of this, everyone separate!" Valindrav commanded, and so they did. Juran did not know if Orin and Elis were under his hypnotic magic, but somehow he doubted it. Those twins simply loved getting a chance to play with their master's toy.

And, much as he would deny it, Juran loved being that toy.

"You're a good little otter, aren't you?" Valindrav's voice came curling around Juran's ears. The words whispered at him, played on his mind. "Such an obedient pet, and with such a lovely coat."

N-no, what am I doing here? This isn't... isn't what I want. He rested back on his heels, kneeling in the middle of the table. In front of him, Orin got up and climbed down, stepping around to join his brother.

"You're being a good little otter, isn't that right?" The other voice whispered to him. It was large, powerful. The words and will of it overwhelmed Juran's own.

"I..." He struggled to get the words out, his cock still standing ramrod straight before him. It dominated his mind, the lust pumping through his veins, the strange power of whatever had crawled inside his cock. "I'm a good little otter..."

Moving gently, he felt one of the twins moving behind him, sliding their hips slightly beneath his rear, grabbing hold of his tail again so as to keep it out of the way.

"What do you want?" Valindrav asked, climbing up onto the table.

"To... please you, master." Juran felt himself saying, and half-believing. "To... see."

Valindrav smiled, reaching up and seizing his robes by the collar. With a swift movement he pulled them free, letting the fabric drop in a puddle at his feet. His orange and black body rippled with firm muscle, his tiger claws significantly larger than Juran's own. His soft pink cock was enormous, nearly as long as Orin's even with the knot. A set of huge balls hung beneath it, and Juran instantly felt himself drawn to what he knew must be inside. All along Valindrav's pink dick were tiny flared barbs, little rivets in the flesh that Juran could tell would hurt, without making the experience a wholly painful one.

"Just relax," said a voice behind him, Orin. The German Shepherd put a paw on Juran's shoulder then, easing him back, the dog's thick cock bursting through his tight asshole.

"Ah, oh..." Juran couldn't help the slight moans, a keen whine slipping from his throat as Orin slid deeper inside, slowly thrusting his cock harder and harder. Juran took a chance at disobedience and glanced back, and saw the twin was lying flat on his back, arms back and belly up. The other, Elis, was straddling his brother's hips, a throbbing pre-slick red cock lining up to Juran's asshole, which was currently occupied by his twin.

"Hush, be a good little pet now." Valindrav said, his voice teasing in its drawn out words. He stepped forward, his flaccid cock plumped up as he approached, the girth solidifying, the tip bouncing like a snake as it rose, his balls pulling tighter. He rested the hard tip on Juran's lips, one hand reaching behind the otter's head and stroking him gently. "You've been so good so far." The praise sent Juran's heart soaring, for all he wanted was to please this lord, to help him achieve his desire.

Behind him, Juran heard Elis grunt in time with his brother, a slight force pressing at his stretched hole. There was a moment of finagling, and then a sudden burst of pain blossomed through his ass, replaced as quickly as it came with the pleasurable sensation of being thoroughly filled.

Juran buried his face in Valindrav's crotch, grunting and sighing as the two brother's slid their dicks inside him, rubbing them against each other, a mixed chorus of moans and curses echoing from their maws.

He remained like that a few moments, the tiger simply watching as the two brothers filled him as much as they could. With two thick dicks inside there was no hope of getting either knot in, but Juran could still feel the two bulges pushing up against his entrance, and against one another. It hurt, but for as much pain as he felt there was equal pleasure. It burned through him, his own cock simply leaking cum now as he panted and moaned his way through. He could feel the twins' members slipping against one another, sliding around his insides, grinding together.

The two dogs worked to an excellent synergy, at first Orin pushing as Elis pulled, but then switching, so they were both pulling out and thrusting into Juran simultaneously. Their paws grabbed at his shoulders and stomach, pulling him down harder, their moans and grunts overlapping one another.

"I have one last trick," Valindrav said, as glowing ornate lines of gold appeared along his body. What had the villagers said at the bar? That he was a natural runegate, a living conduit of magic.

What does that mean? Juran wondered, staring wide eyed at the patterns and shapes coalescing around the tiger's body, lighting him up. His eyes flashed once again, the brothers paying no heed to this, simply busy thrusting away inside their new slave.

Valindrav had been a large man before, as tall as the twins and just as broad, but as Juran watched he grew even larger. Now he was likely two heads taller and half as wide again. His paws were big enough to cover Juran's entire face, and his cock looked near to the size of the otter's forearm.

"It's too big," Juran muttered, eyes widening as he delicately wrapped his paws around the tip. He then felt at the tiger's balls, now the size of tennis balls, thick and swinging.

"That's what those two were for," Valindrav said, his voice far deeper than before. After he spoke, Juran felt the pace of the twins' tag-team pick up speed, feeling their slick cocks pushing on one another as much as they pushed on him. He heard heavier gruntings and guttural growls come from their lips, the pace growing furious, desperate.

"Ugh, fuck, Juran," came from Orin.

"I'm gonna... agh, gonna..." hissed Elis.

Towering over Juran, the larger-Valindrav grinned. Juran felt a paw squeeze his shoulder, pulling him back even as the twins' hips pushed him out. It felt incredible, and with a surge the two brothers' both shoved deep, pain spiking through Juran's hips as they came.

"Ah-ah-oh, fuck," came the gasps from both of them, their bodies frozen and quivering with orgasm, rope after rope of thick cum filling Juran's inside up. He felt it as a warmth, flooding inside him, pushing his walls to their breaking point and sloshing about his asshole.

His own prick still hard and throbbing, ensnared by Valindrav's sorceries, Juran fell forward against the giant tiger's legs, clutching his hips for support as the comforting fullness he felt in his ass suddenly vanished, each of the brothers hurriedly pulling out.

Juran remained still, painting, the cum dripping from his hole.

"Now, the end, my little pet. Are you ready to please me?"

"Yes, please, Master." Juran could think of nothing else, he was obsessed, nothing in the world mattered more than receiving this tiger's sperm deep inside him - no matter how big his cock was. "Please."

"Shush, lay back now." And Juran let himself be pushed onto his back, spreading his legs the same way he had earlier. One colossal paw braced to the side of Juran's skull, Valindrav straddled him like a wagon, casting his entire body into shadow with his own gigantic tiger frame. It was awkward for him to get lined up with Juran's asshole, as his newly resized dick was far too long for easy manoeuvrability, but eventually the otter felt it.

An impossibly large firm mound of flesh, pushing on his entrance, the flared barbs at the head of Valindrav's glands like firm grooves in a countertop.

"So big," Juran gasped, and Valindrav nodded. From his cursory glances, Juran guessed that the tiger was at least as thick now as the two dogs had been together, and definitely longer.

"Be good, and moan for me slave," Valindrav whispered, pushing his lips onto Juran's even as his cock forced it's way inside.

Juran cried out into the tiger's maw, arching his back as a totally new kind of girth and thickness slid inside him, parting his walls like a ship through ice, the barbs pulling at his skin. He grabbed hold of Valindrav's chest, digging his nails into the fur, holding on for dear life as the tiger slid deeper still, pausing only to drawback slightly, before ramming his length in harder.

"Yes, yes," Valindrav grunted, panting and moaning as he worked his enormous cock deeper and deeper, the length of pulsing flesh seemingly without end. Finally feeling as if he had a hold of things, Juran glanced down at where their bodies met. His back and ass cheeks were squished against the table, Valindrav's weight crushing down on him. Even as he looked, Juran saw a rippled bulge appear at his stomach, cresting like a wave. It moved up and down along Juran's belly, synced perfectly with Valindrav's thrusts.

"Nearly, ugh, inside," the tiger grunted into Juran's neck, his breath hot like that of a great beast. Juran reached one of his paws down, ignoring the pain, and held it against his stomach, feeling the giant tiger's cock grinding inside him, distorting his body, filling him so completely. He could still feel the cum from the twins swirling around, lubricating his hole for his master.

"Deeper, harder, master," Juran panted, wanting to be a good pet and obey, submitting fully to Valindrav's hypnosis.

With a final roaring bellow, Valindrav dragged his cock nearly fully out, before slamming it back into Juran, hard enough their flesh clapped together as the tiger hilted him, balls slapping against his ass. The pain burned, but so did the ecstasy of being so thoroughly filled.

"Yes, yes, master," Juran hissed, squirming against the cock, feeling the tiger grind his hips harder, angling the cock so it hit all the right places, shoving organs aside through its path through Juran's insides. "I want your cum, I want your seed deep inside me, please,"

"I'm going... I'm, agh, ah," Valindrav's words dissolved into a series of vicious growls, his thrusts jackhammering into Juran's guts like a machine, pushing out from his belly. "Ready?"

"YES!" Juran cried, trying to push himself down further, trying to please his master.

Valindrav went still, body shaking, teeth sinking deep into Juran's shoulder as he came. The cum was hot, hotter than anything like the twins had, almost burning as it pumped Juran full, filling him, squirting out the sides of his bruised and stretched tailhole, bloating his stomach even more.

The sensation was too much, and with knowledge he was filled with master's cum, Juran also came. He cried right back at Valindrav as an orgasm so powerful it hurt hit him like a tidal wave, thick white cum erupting from his cock, painting the both of them, squirting up far enough Juran was able to open his mouth and catch some of it, swallowing it down. It squished and squelched as Valindrav fell against him, panting heavily, his heart hammering so hard that Juran could feel it against his own chest.

"Was I good, master?" Juran whimpered. He felt the large tiger nod slowly.

"Very, very good, Juran."

Even as the hypnosis began to fade, the shame returned. Not at what had happened, because Juran knew he had no control over it - but instead at how much he had enjoyed it.

~ O ~

"Do you have everything you need, Master Juran?" Juran blinked, cringing in the harsh overcast light. He was confused, dazed. He turned about, found himself standing on the doorstep to Valindrav Manor.

"I..." He winced as a muscle in his rear clenched, sending a spike of soreness up through his hips. He'd walk with a limp for a week, minimum.

Valindrav had sent him to a bedroom after the two had laid together for some time the previous night. The twins joined him, nothing sexual, simply physical comfort for the unusual come-down induced by such a powerful form of hypnosis, combined with the physical trauma. This morning he had been served juice, coffee, and smoked meats and cheese, before being given several vials of the cure for Dana's affliction and sent on his way.

He did not see or hear of Lord Valindrav.

"I do, yes," he finished eventually, meeting Helios's eyes. The butler gave nothing away. "Does he do that with all his guests?"

Helios smiled wanly. "Only the ones he likes, Master Juran. My Lord's tastes vary from the eccentric to the depraved. Should you ever find yourself in the position that you desire the latter, I invite you to visit again. You shall be welcomed, as a long lost pet."

"Of... of course." Juran felt his face heat up again, shame flooding his body as his cock twitched in its sheath. No. No he would not. He had a wife. A life to lead, free from the Infernal Realm and free from this.

"I should also think," Helios said softly, leaning in close. "That a cleric as experienced as yourself would know better than to speak of this affair, ever. The Master will know. You know it."

Juran swallowed. "Um, yes. Good day, Helios, and thank you. I think."

"No, Master Juran," Helios replied, smiling as he reached out to close the large doors of the manor. "Thank you."