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"You're sure that this place is...well... that kind of place?"

"A sex dungeon?"

Lucian wasn't afraid to speak the truth, no matter how many prying ears might be listening on in the conversation.

Torin wasn't quite so brazen, but under his father's wing, he was starting to come into his own, little by little. " Yes ," he replied, his voice riddled with exasperation. "It just doesn't look like you could even fit one in here..."

"These old houses are bigger on the inside than they look on the outside," Lucian explained. "And there's plenty of space _underneath_that you're not considering, either."

The warm, red brick of the exterior and the white shutters that lined each window gave the home the classical look and feel that it deserved, but it was the rear entrance, just beyond the fence at the edge of the house, that was of the greatest interest to Lucian.

If you were simply walking past the front of the house, you never would have known that there was anything else inside: it passed easily for a historically preserved home, and to the credit of the owners, they took meticulous care of the exterior.

Those who were bold enough to walk past the pillars of the front entryway and around to the back door would find a rear entrance of the same, white oak coloration, with rusty, old bolts that had long since been painted over black.

The door swung open easily, but not until after Lucian's knuckles struck it three times, paused, and struck it another two times, proving that the place he was taking his son wasn't meant for amateurs...and those who frequented it had a very strict code of secrecy to uphold.

"Bringing a little company with you this evening, Lucian?"

There was a strange looking hybrid watching the door, but behind the scar-like stripes of orange on his muzzle, there was a wide, welcoming smile...and a certain knowledge in the depths of his eyes.

"I thought perhaps the kid was finally ready to see what a real club is like," Lucian explained, while Torin stroked the back of his head nervously. "He's got it in his mind that the only fun kinds of clubs are the ones with music that's too loud to talk over and lights that leave you feeling like you're going to pass out after just a few minutes of them blaring in your eyes."

" You've had some fun with me at those clubs too," Torin pointed out. "But...he's been bragging this place up so much that I finally agreed to try it."

"Hopefully he hasn't been saying too much to too many people," the doorman gave Lucian a stern look, but he opened his paw to the walkway all the same, welcoming them into a pristine mud room. "You can leave your coats with me if you like...if not, feel free to head on in."

The entry was meant to reflect a genuine coat check from a larger establishment, but just as Lucian promised, the basement of the building wasn't the kind of place to be underestimated.

Opening the second door, still made of the original, wooden boards that came with the house when it was constructed, Torin was utterly shocked to see just how casually some people could walk around in the nude...and they were among the more modest participants at the club, that evening.

There was an air of elegance to the exposed brick, old pipework and Edison bulbs that were hanging from the ceiling, but it stopped short of embracing the cold, industrial feel that it could have taken, preferring to allow some modern touches of elegance to warm and brighten the area. Toward the back, Torin could see a hallway that had a few converted bedrooms for those who wanted to take their public shows to a private venue, but all around the open, large basement, there were people who didn't have that kind of modesty.

Seeing it for the first time, he wasn't sure that he believed what his eyes had taken in; in the age of modern wonders, it was all too rare that a sight could truly take someone's breath away, but Torin was living that moment and gawking as if it was the first time he'd ever seen a naked body.

The Maison Melange had such an effect on plenty of its customers, and no matter how many times they came back, it was prudent of them to take a moment and look around, embrace the aura of sensuality, and remember that a place like this really _could_exist in that day and age.

"I don't blame you for needing a moment, but if you stand there and gawk any longer, people are going to start to think you're scared," Lucian teased. "I'm sure that's not the right word for the reaction that you're actually having, but you look like you've seen a ghost, son."

Torin gulped down a ball of other, skittish words that he could have thrown out, wanting to compose himself now that he was in visual range and earshot of other patrons of the club. "Don't tell me that you expected me to act like I'd been in a place like this before," he countered. "This is...t-this is unlike any club I've ever been to."

A pair of girls walked by, clad only in the tight, gripping corsets that they'd picked for their evening of debauchery, and offered such a kindly wave that Torin's jaw gaped all over again: they giggled as they walked past him, with Lucian offered a nod of understanding, as if he'd met them before.

"Pretty sure you're not gonna be upset about it being so different by the time we're through," he suggested. "But if we don't find you someone to help you blow off some steam sooner or later, I've got a feeling we're gonna have to stop at the store and pick you up a new pair of slacks..."

"Well, we can't have that , can we?"

A face that was entirely familiar to Lucian, and brand new to Torin came around the corner of the entryway, smiling brightly at the older wolf and offering a careful nod to the younger.

"Krista! I didn't know you were going to be here this evening...I couldn't have asked for a more pleasant surprise!"

"If I've told you once, I've told you a dozen times...you don't need to flatter me to get what you want out of me," she teased. "But I understand if this young man doesn't know that, yet. What's your name, cutie?"

"T...Torin," he stumbled his way through his introduction, only mildly relieved to see the beagle giggling in response. "I'm, uh...I'm-

"He's my son," Lucian explained, knowing that Torin would struggle with telling that to someone in such an intimate place. "I agreed to go with him to one of his overblown clubs, but in return, he had to accompany me to my favorite, and...here we are."

Krista lifted a brow, clearly surprised at how comfortable the pair were being together in such a place. "Is that so? Well, Torin...it's a pleasure to meet you, and you should really thank your father; I don't know where you usually hang out, but I'm quite sure you'll find the Maison Melange to be a more welcoming establishment than any other you've ever been to."

Keeping up conversation was difficult for a nervous young man; doubly so when he was speaking to such an attractive woman, and putting it in triplicate was the fact that it was his very first time in a genuine sex club.

The reason for their visit was completely obvious, painted across his father's grin...but he was still having trouble believing it.

"I don't suppose you've got any company for the night, if you're talking to a slouch like me," Lucian suggested. "Would we be so lucky to have the pleasure of joining you in one of the private rooms?"

Lucian wouldn't have known it offhand, but the idea of being sandwiched between generations of the same family appealed to Krista in such a fulfilling way that her already tiny, hiked-up dress seemed to be getting shorter by the moment.

Eager fingertips were gripping and curling the hem of the dress as she stood and contemplated the offer, but by the time she found the words to accept it, Torin was already catching glimpses of a brilliant pair of ruby red panties...and to his greatest shock of all, Krista didn't seem to mind him ogling her body the way that he did.

"If I say no, I'm afraid this lucky little fella is gonna pop a blood vessel or something," Krista teased. She was so comfortable with his presence that she reached up with a fingertip and pushed his jaw closed; Torin didn't even know that he was literally slack-jawed until she did him the favor. "But all teasing aside, I was kinda hoping I might see a familiar face this evening. You'd be doing me just as much a favor, Lucian."

"Any preference of room for the evening, then?"

Looking back and forth between father and son, Krista caught sight of Torin's eyes on the flash of her panties once more.

Her smile was curving into a devious grin; she was going to rock Torin's world, that evening.

"Seems this one has a lot of energy to burn through," she suggested. "A little rough around the edges, but I can see some of the better qualities of daddy dearest in him, as well...why don't we see if we can't polish him up a bit?"

**

The open concept of the basement meant that Torin had to walk past a few public sex acts, beyond the simple fondling and lap dances that he would have seen at a strip club, just to get to the private rooms down the end of the hallway.

He didn't blink once as he took in the sight of a woman sitting on a pair of sex toys while she serviced a lucky man with each paw, and looking the other way to politely avert his eyes, he caught the sight of a slender, submissive fox hanging from the ceiling, being spanked with a paddle while a chastity cage jostled around on his cock.

Lewd displays though they might have been, they didn't prepare Torin for the sight of Krista slipping her dress over her head, and his own father sliding out of his jeans, as they closed a thick, soundproofed door behind him.

"Guess we're gonna have to lead by example, just a bit," Lucian suggested. "I'm sure the kid has been with a woman before, but...I guess this is a pretty big step to take with your old man in the room."

"And I thought my family was comfortable with some kinky things," Krista murmured. "Speaking of comfort, however...do make sure those straps are on my wrists niiiiice and tight...I want to feel like a big, bad pair of wolves has genuinely captured me, keeping me at their terrible whims..."

Torin looked like anything but a big, bad wolf, but there was something sweet and endearing about the way that he stood by the locked door and watched as his father helped Krista climb over the black cushions of the bondage horse. Her body was already on display, with only those eye-catching panties still resting on her body, but as her wrists were locked into the cuffs, she bounced her backside with anticipation, knowing the boys wouldn't be able to resist staring.

She was especially interested in the younger wolf, curious how he might evolve during their encounter...but it would be a slow going process, if the start was any indication.

"I know you're eager, but if you bounce around too much, you're gonna wipe yourself out before we even have a chance to get started," Lucian cautioned her. His point was accentuated with a playful smack of his open palm on her backside, but the strike was just enough to send a tiny ripple through her flesh; the sting that came with it came and went in an instant, leaving only the excitement of the act in its wake.

Around the narrow crotch of those thrilling panties, there was already a tiny patch of moisture evident to Lucian...and he beckoned Torin over with a fingertip as he went to work on Krista's legs.

"Take a look at that, son...ever seen a girl so eager to have you inside her, before?"

Even though he knew it was a turn of phrase, Torin was giving serious consideration to his answer: the beagle was positively soaked under the guise of her panties, and though it took him a moment to muster the courage and approach her backside, he was greeted with a playful bounce of her rump and a slow, canine wiggle, pushing her tail from side to side and giving him a good sample of her aroused scent.

Timid as he was, Krista was going to break him out of his shell before the night was over...and her antics were paying quick dividends, as she felt Torin's eager digits probing around the crotch and pulling it away from her tender womanhood.

"And here I was, thinking I'd only have to take care of your old man...you're not both planning on having your way with me at once, are you?"

She was playing a role, and living out that fantasy was thrilling enough to leave her juices trickling down the inside of her thighs, but it was unbridled curiosity that finally brought Torin's wide, flat tongue to slide over the mound of her womanhood.

The sensuality of her presence and the warm, delicate flavor of her natural arousal were what kept him there, complete with a subtle whimper of need at the edge of his lips.

"I'm afraid that's exactly what I brought the boy here for...he was trying to keep it a secret from that same old man, but I'm afraid he's been in the middle of a dry spell, and...well, if you weren't tied down to that bench, I've got a bad feeling you might have broken him," Lucian claimed. "Gotta let him warm up to a woman of your particular talents...in fact...I don't think he's quite ready for this yet."

"What I'm hearing is that you're gonna let me break him the moment that I'm freed from these straps," Krista murmured, looking back over her shoulder the best that she could and trying to capture Torin's gaze, but as far as his nose was buried into her petals, she could only feel his tension; that was good enough for her. "Speaking of, if they're in place...I don't think any of us need further warming up..."

Tugging the messy panties the rest of the way down and out of the way for his eager son, Lucian urged Torin to move around the front side of the bondage horse. The younger wolf did as he was inclined and stood next to Krista's muzzle, letting his covered length continue to come to life beside her nostrils.

The scent of such a domineering, virile predator was a powerful thing indeed, but it was all fluff, at that point: the beagle could have jumped his bones the moment he followed his dad through the basement door.

By then, she was desperate to find out if Torin was capable of living up to the family reputation, and speaking was becoming a chore when so many gasps wanted to escape her billowy lips.

"If you break out of those cuffs, I might actually be scared for my life," Lucian confirmed. "You know...the way you're pretending to be, right now."

"Trapped between a couple of big, horny werewolves?" Krista asked, before another moan forced her to stifle her words and wince. "How c-could I not be a little scared...?"

Lucian smirked at the trapped beagle, but as much as she was the centerpiece, he still turned his attention to Torin, for a moment.

"Give her a reason to be scared then, son. Trust me...she'll tell you if you're being too rough, but in all of my attempts, I still haven't found that limit with her just yet."

He didn't need the instructions from there, but a nearly breathless Torin was licking the plentiful, messy juices from his muzzle as he stood before Krista, locking eyes with her and letting a hint of his bashful nature shine through once again.

His jaw dropped once more, and Krista, capturing his bewildered stare, giggled at just how much of a sweetheart he was, even when his cock was tenting up the front of his jeans.

"If you've got it in you, do your worst," she echoed his father's sentiments. "No one's ever broken me before, young man...but you're certainly welcome to try."

Turning her attention back to Lucian and leaving her mouth parted, she watched as the younger wolf nervously fidgeted with his zipper: his flesh spilled right over the top of his boxers in a flashy display, but Krista appreciated the slow, tender roll of the his tip, pressing over her lower lip.

She knew a deep, vigorous thrust was just over the horizon, but the young man was respectful to start...and nerves kept him from giving the overt sort of thrust that Krista would have expected from his father.

There was such a contrast of passion on the front end of the display that Krista simply wasn't ready to feel the weight of Lucian's bulge against her backside, but she was delighted for the rough, heavy grind of denim to fall away as the older wolf shed the most relevant pieces of his clothing.

The idea that her juices were staining the front of his boxers, however, appealed to her in a way that she kept near to her heart: she knew Lucian was already so smitten with her that the presence of her scent and arousal were going to stick with him, and she quietly wondered if he'd ever wash that silky pair of boxers ever again.

Quietly, she hoped that he wouldn't.

"Sounds like she's calling you out, Torin...you gonna keep her waiting? We don't have this room forever, y'know."

Stroking the side of Krista's cheek and locking eyes with her again, Torin kept his focus on the pleasure that was already welling up inside of him as Krista daintily kissed her way over the tip of his member, working her way down the first few inches with a host of tiny, whimpering suckles.

She was looking up at him all the while, knowing all too well that he'd enjoy that bit of eye contact as she worked on him; it took everything she had not to whip her head around when she felt the similar, but entirely different shape of Lucian's cock_finally_ gliding between the pouted folds of her womanhood.

Bout time, Lucian...I was starting to think you fell asleep back there...

Aroused beyond reason by the kinky situation, Krista still tried to ease herself back onto Lucian's length, but her body was trapped over the bondage horse, forced to work at the pace of the eager wolves.

Slow as Torin's pace was to that point, she worried that he was going to crawl his way to the finish line, but...she couldn't recall the last time she felt like such a proper canine, as the older wolf mounted her from behind and pushed the tapered tip of his length past her initial resistance.

She was given just enough time to adjust to the first few inches of his cock before he found his footing.

"Damn! You s-shook the whole bench, dad!" Toinn felt Krista's throat drop onto the bottom half of his shaft by the nature of his father's first real thrust, and the eye contact was broken: the beagle winced and trembled in her bondage as her inner walls were stretched around a truly deep thrust...but she was barely given a chance to appreciate how deliciously full she really was.

Torin was a wolf coming out of a dry spell, overwhelmed by the sheer sensuality of the club...but Lucian was right in his element, with a woman he'd made love to before.

Doing anything less than pumping the whole of his shaft into her cunt would be an insult.

"She's s-so much better...t-than anyone I've ever had," Torin confessed, in spite of her earlier statement about unnecessary flattery; nothing he said was fluff. "I dunno how she's...t-taking all of it...dunno how she's doing that with her tongue!"

"I did try to warn you about how talented she was," Lucian reminded him, though he was facing his own challenges on the other side of the bondage horse: pumping into Krista's womanhood was a delight that few men could handle for more than a minute or two, and Lucian was in elite company for being able to go as long as he already had. "No shame in...t-tapping out if she's too much for you."

Torin shook his head, but even after just a few minutes of pumping his length down Krista's open, willing throat, he knew he was working on borrowed time: what started as breaking out of a dry spell and answering to the wiles of such a lovely woman had turned into a matter of pride.

"Not g-gonna stop...t-till you do..."

Krista grinned around her mouthful and started bobbing her neck the little bit that she could, enticed by the limits that her bondage placed upon her.

If she could bring the younger wolf to climax with such a limited range, it would surely be a stroke to her ego...and Lucian was the greatest benefactor of all, feeling the internal clench of her arousal around his impressive, knotted bodice.

"Good thing Krista's so desperate to be bred," Lucian whispered, knowing his voice would throw itself to a chorus of moans if he spoke up. "The way she's gripping me, I can't...c-can't keep going at this pace..."

Mounted by an eager wolf and sucking off his son at the same time, Krista was sure that she'd already reached a smaller climax on the way, but there was no mistaking the powerful, internal grip of her passage as she seized up on his length, hoping to milk the seed right out of Lucian's body.

Her focus on the same took the pressure off her neck, allowing Torin to grip her face and thrust into her smiling muzzle with the intensity he'd been hiding all along: he was learning as he went, and the weight of his knot kissed against Krista's lips just as the beagle spasmed around his father.

Wonder if he'll give the kid a chance to breed me next,_Krista thought. _Surely the old man isn't afraid of a little competition?

Bound, stuffed and eager for the finale, Krista didn't whimper with discomfort...but sheer, unbridled ecstasy when she felt the pressure of Lucian's knot against her folds. She couldn't control the eager quivering of her inner muscles any longer, but the driving force of Lucian's body wasn't concerned with meeting her rhythm, anymore.

It was the genuine throes of passion, with his knot forcing past her tender grip and sealing into her womanhood, complete with a flood of heated, virile cum.

"Mnn...mm! Nnnnf! Nyeff!"

Torin felt every vibration of her muffled cries as she tried to moan...but she refused to deny herself the tasty treat of his cock in her throat, or the spilling of his juices, right down the length of her throat and into her stomach.

Quivering hips and a lack of experience kept Torin from knotting with her maw, but the whimpering male was truly coming into his own, little by little...and watching the trickling excess of his climax spill down the jowls of the eager beagle was already spurring him on to further debauchery.

**

Pearly, white cum stained both ends of the black bondage horse, leaving streaky stains on the cushions, but Krista wasn't spared that mess.

Excess was still mussed about on her cheeks and neck, and that was to say nothing of the flood that poured over her inner thighs when Lucian's knot finally deflated.

"...Guess it has been a while," he teased, seeing the sheer waterfall of cum that poured back out of the beagle's womb and over her petals. "But no one gets me off quite like you do, Krista..."

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said, beaming and swishing her tail about as she waited for her shackles to be undone. "You two have somewhere to be?"

She could see Torin squirming, but it wasn't his desire to leave: his thighs were oddly clenched.

"There's gonna be a hell of a line for the bathroom, kiddo," Lucian warned him. "You might wanna-

"You know," Krista cut in, "There is a drain in this floor for a reason..."

Just as he made progress coming out of his shell, Torin gulped anew and blinked in disbelief...but Lucian took to the offer like a fish back to the refreshing waters of the sea.

Holding the base of his shaft and aiming at the exposed pucker of her tailhole, Lucian let a golden stream leap from the tip of his cock, painting Krista's swaying backside with a stream of heated relief.

"I'm gonna s-start requesting you personally," Lucian admitted. "Especially if this is the sort of treatment I'm gonna get..."

"Just make sure you bring him along, too...he's fun," Krista watched Lucian's stream spill over her with a low, pleasured growl, but she looked back to Torin...just in time to get a splash of his pee over the bridge of her muzzle. "And it seems that he's coming along rather nicely..."

Opening her maw and lapping the golden offering right from the source, Krista wondered just how much trouble she could get into with the father and son team before their time in the room was up...