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Hello everyone. Enjoy your stay. As you can see, this is a later chapter in an ongoing series so, if you truly wish to understand the characters' relationship with each other, I strongly advise that you start from the beginning. A large undertaking, I know, but well worth the effort.

There are only two entries after this one, so we're closing in on the end. I hope you enjoy!

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Rhix's eyes drifted from the building in front of them down to the parchment of paper in his hands. He frowned, looked up again, and said, "I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I am pretty sure this isn't it."

His other hand clutched a long hide leash, which connected to the front of Narva's collar. She was unbound and naked save for the collar, standing in a little cloud of misery beside the pensive 'lizardman'. Her hands were clenched at her sides, forbidden by magical command not to cover herself in any way. "What were you expecting?" she asked, through her teeth.

"Opulence?" Rhix hazarded, flicking his tail. "Or a great tower? Not..."

Not what was barely more than a multi-story shack, leaning perilously to one side such that the building resembled a drunkard, leaning on its fellows for balance. That fellow in this case being a flower shop. Its other neighbor appeared to be a clerical office of some kind.

They were stood on the street in a small city by the name of Yphon. The journey had taken them weeks. By now, Narva was entirely comfortable being naked around Rhix. In the aftermath of her two weeks (or so?) of training, she'd grown used to being exposed to him and serving to his sexual desires. She even felt relatively comfortable nude around other individuals or small groups, such as when they would stay at a roadside Inn or spend the night in a caravan camp.

A city was something else entirely. The feeling of cobblestone beneath her feet and the dull roar of life around her brought it all back, the paralyzing shame of exposure. Despite nearly a month of going entirely bare, she felt truly naked for the first time in a long time. There were crowds of people of mixed races and all of them - all of them - could see her vagina!

That she was collared and leashed (like the pet she very much was) only added to the humiliation.

"Not a shanty!" Rhix went on complaining.

"It's not a shanty," Narva said, in the mood to be contrary. "Just a little run-down."

There had been an effort made to make the edifice of the building alluring to passerby. Faded paint, once garish on color, peeled from the boards. A merry sign hung above the doorway reading: 'Jolly Gerri's Mystical Trinkets'. Planters sporting a combination of long-dead flowers and the weeds that succeeded them rested untended underneath grimy windows.

Most folks had little use for enchanted items. It was expensive, first of all, and one could never be quite sure what the damn thing was going to do. Wizards and mages were much maligned for their eccentricities and oftentimes overblown sense of self importance. Magic was a wild and nearly untameable thing. Those who traveled in its circles were inevitably touched by its influence, driving most mad.

There remained a market for such items - Narva was currently enjoying the 'benefits' of just such a device presently - but they were the interests of the hobbyists, collectors, megalomaniacs, madmen, and the wealthy foolish. Or, in her own case, the unfortunate victims of deranged madmen.

A tug at her leash had her walking stiffly onto the front landing of the building. She watched morosely as Rhix knocked on the door.

Their relationship had improved somewhat over the weeks spent on the road. Real adventurers knew that the true skill of the ranger and mercenary was boredom management. There were many leagues to cover, a horse could only do so many in a day, and there were the banal necessities of life to consider. Setting up and breaking down camp took time, cooking even meager travel rations took time, they had to secure water, tend to their bodies' various needs, and so on. All around that, one needed to budget hefty amounts of time simply sitting on the back of an animal as it plodded along a dusty road, the miles draining away underneath it.

Behind her were the days of Rhix's sexual experimentation. The gear was still packed up tightly on the horse. Belts, cuffs, bars of various lengths, gags and so on. Rhix kept the hated crop in his back pocket, ready for even a moment's hesitation or defiance from her to visit swift and memorable retribution. She winced to even look at it, her poor sex now intimately familiar with its sting. She'd long been disabused the notion that she would develop any kind of resistance to the feeling of her pussy being flogged.

So, she'd adjusted. Obey him. Flatter him. Offer your body to him. Learn to anticipate his desires - which was easy, after a fashion, because Rhix was mercifully unimaginative. The daily tending to his morning wood was becoming so routine that she hardly registered the offense of having to do it, and besides, he was usually more languid in the morning, which meant he was less likely to seize her horns and fuck her face. Additionally, with his balls drained so early in the day, he was typically uninterested in her until evening, but with the rigmarole of tending to camp, dinner and so on, he rarely had much left in him after a long day's ride to do anything but occasionally fuck her, and never with much build-up or bondage, which took time and effort and seemed to annoy him when he inevitably had to undo all the work so that she could see to her other slave duties.

Her good behavior had awarded her such that he would make her wet before he fucked her which was, on balance, better than the alternative. Narva had to admit - subservience and submission was easier and more comfortable. No brainer.

Footsteps from within. Someone was approaching the door. There was a click, and the door swung open to reveal a large bird.

Narva knew that they called themselves the Karakka. Avian humanoids from the mountainous north. They were a rare sight in these lowland, predominantly human cities. This one looked young, though then again, Karakka had a naturally youthful appearance owing to their strange and unfamiliar physiology. How was Narva supposed to know what an old bird looked like? Every bird she'd ever seen had fallen into two categories: just hatched, or 'bird (age indeterminate)'. Karakka were no exception.

She knew enough to suspect the one she was looking at was male. Given how his surprised gaze snapped to her body and roamed it north to south somewhat confirmed this suspicion. He was wearing faded purple robes that looked as though he'd just thrown them on. Most wizards and mages wore loose-fitting robes of this sort as a kind of professional uniform. What was the point of reading all those books if passerby didn't know with a glance that you had done so?

His plumage was blue with white highlights, with a black beak, giving him a nearly bluebird appearance. She could see the black tips of his feathery tail down by his ankles; likely held down in that manner so as not to lift the back of his robe and give anyone behind him a show.

The avian goggled at the two of them, seeming just as surprised to have a Shu and Kobold (leashed) on his doorstep, as they were to be confronted with this rare species of feathery biped.

"Er, I don't think we have an appointment?" he hazarded, the tenor of his voice confirming his gender.

"It doesn't look like you're too overburdened with a busy schedule," Rhix replied, eyes flicking to the darkened space within.

The bird's eyes narrowed. "Oi, there's no call for that."

"I need a couple magical items inspected and my money spends. Can we come in?" Rhix asked.

The bird's eyes flicked up and down Rhix's body. For all that Rhix was rude, and unambiguously dense, he was thickly built and tall, as his kind often presented. Narva watched a familiar saga play out on the bird's face as he recognized accurately that Rhix was more than capable (and likely willing) to grant himself entry to any place not guarded by a squad of armed men, if invitations were not in the offering.

"S-sure," the bird-mage replied, stepping aside and leading them within.

Incense. The scent of it almost knocked Narva flat. This Karakka liked his incense. She could see two separate sticks of the stuff lazily burning away, and that was just what was within view. The space was dimly lit, the daylight struggling its way past a mix of grime and colored glass, bolstered by a series of candles with no discernible pattern with regards to style or aesthetic taste. Such style that was on display was entirely indescribable; suffice to say it was suitably 'arcane'. Skulls of various species and races, vials of indeterminate substances, dusty tomes left open to foreboding pages, crystals and glass pyramids, braziers filled with charcoal and tapestries depicting ancient runes.

This was the workshop of a magician, and not the sort that extricates lagomorphs from headwear.

"Magister Gerrietrix, at your service," the blue-feathered Karakka said, hurriedly clearing off a small table that seemed to act as a desk whereupon some business happened by his way. He pulled up two chairs on the other side of it.

Rhix sat down, snapped his fingers, pointed to the floor, and said, "Kneel."

Narva knew the position well, and was silently grateful he'd chosen one of the less humiliating ones. She went down to her knees on the indicated spot, legs together such that her backside rested on her ankles, her arms slipping behind her back, hands clutching opposite forearms. Despite how straight-backed her upper body posture needed to be, it at least allowed her legs to press together, affording her the most dignity possible, and it was overall less stressful on the joints.

Gerrietrix watched this with an attentive and curious eye. "Of course, you can call me Gerri," he added, in cheerful tones. "Gerrietrix sounds a lot like 'geriatric' in Common and I hate to give the false impression that I'm past my prime. I'm quite young, in fact!"

Rhix frowned, looking around the place. "How young?"

"Oh, haha, yes, well," Gerri said, scratching the back of his head, "I took over after my father in the family business. I haven't had the opportunity to modernize the place. Er, she is welcome to sit in the chair, it's-"

"The slave does as she's told," Rhix replied, firmly. "She has a nasty tendency of being a bit too clever for her own good. The humility is good for her."

Gerri looked at Narva, but she knew better these days. Her eyes were resolutely on the floorboards. Rhix was not above giving her a taste of the crop for the affront of making unbidden eye contact. "I see," the bird said, turning his gaze back to the large Shu sitting in front of him and adopting an optimistic smile. "Well! What can I do for the esteemed gentleman today?"

"I have two items, part of a set," Rhix said, "Magical in nature. I know only partly what they do and the materials explaining them have been destroyed." Here, Rhix removed from a satchel the half-ruined book from the disrupted ritual, so many weeks ago. He set it on the desk in front of the Karakka mage. "It's the collar around her neck, and this bracelet," he said, holding up his arm and turning it this way and that to allow the candlelight to glint off the polished metal.

"Ah," Gerri said, opening the book with one hand, while leaning forward to inspect the bracelet. "I see. Got a little gem in there, hmm, okay. Can she approach me?"

"Narva, move to him and adopt 'Open'."

Narva shifted up to her feet, rounded the table, and then dropped back to her knees in front of the mage. This time, she spread her knees apart and leaned back on her hands. This 'opened' her body up into a more exposed posture, giving the mage a good angle to see both the collar around her neck, and the tight pussy between her legs.

Narva averted her eyes, but could still see the bird taking academic stock of both.

"Matching gem in the collar," he observed. He reached a finger forward; Narva noted his hands and feet had the smooth, scaly flesh of a chicken's foot, with little sharp talons on the end of his finger. He touched the collar, and she felt a tingle. "Definitely enchanted; oh, powerful, too, goodness."

"There's some rules," Rhix said. "She and I cannot be apart from one another, willingly. She cannot lie to me, and must obey my every command, including unconscious things."

"Such as?" Gerri asked.

"Narva," Rhix said, smirking. "Become aroused."

Narva winced involuntarily. Her heart fluttered, and warmth spread through her body. She took a deep breath and held the position. In only a few moments, Gerri would be able to see the moist sheen growing against her innermost vaginal lips. Given the mages sudden intake of breath through his nose, she imagined his kind were no less capable of picking up the subtle aroma of female arousal than Rhix or herself.

"Amazing," Gerri said, turning his eyes to the book. He flipped a few pages. Despite merely skimming the text, his occasional 'hm's and 'ah's and subtle little nods suggested there wasn't much there he was finding particularly challenging, professionally.

"I can even command her to orgasm," Rhix said. "Almost anything, really. But we are expressly forbidden from killing one another. She can't raise a finger to me in violence unless I command it."

"I wonder what the possible practical application of that would be, for a master/slave binding curse," Gerri remarked, half paying attention.

Rhix nervously scratched his snout. "Haha, right? Ah, no idea." His other hand, sporting the scar, was left on his lap.

Narva, meanwhile, merely monitored her own breathing and kept her eyes averted as her pussy, presented for the appreciation of their host, dripped clear, aromatic fluid to the floor.

"Sorry, did you say 'curse', just now?" Rhix said, his brain catching up with his ears.

"Hm? Yes," Gerri said, looking up from the book. "Oh, sorry, professional term. Any enchantment that confers binding effects on the 'owner' is considered a 'curse' in technicality. Even though you're objectively the primary beneficiary between the two of you, the item is still binding you and therefor is the dominant presence; you do not have full control or consent in its operation and are thus, cursed."

"Yeah that's about how it feels sometimes," Rhix said, happily taking the opportunity for momentary self pity. Narva, meanwhile, stewed.

The bird flipped a few more pages and finally came to the water-damaged section. He turned a few more, frowned, and nodded. "Right. I get it. Items like this are purpose-driven. Part of the curse is to keep you bound together, and to keep the collared utterly subservient to the whims of the one with the bracer. Clearly there's something you're meant to do with or to her that the designer wanted to ensure happens no matter what. You said you interrupted a ceremony?"

"Some kind of cult," Rhix answered. "I, uh, didn't really take the time to interrogate any of them."

"Shame, could have saved you some money," Gerri said, sitting back a little. His eyes flicked down at Narva for a moment, but only a moment. They went right back to Rhix. Interesting, Narva thought to herself. She was spread wide open with a glistening pussy all laid out for him and yet this mage was taking more of an academic interest in her than a carnal one.

Her eyes drifted to his lap. Ah, well. There was the telltale bulge of the bird's erection.

"I have a flat diagnostic fee," Gerri went on, "which will cover the time it'll take me to collect some shavings, some blood samples, and a few benign spells of divination. It'll take me a day or two to come up with results. I can send a runner to fetch you when I'm finished; are you staying in town?"

"We are," Rhix nodded.

"Excellent. I'll quote you the final price before I give you the results; upon payment you'll receive a full and detailed explanation of the true nature of the enchantment, any heretofore unknown commands, intended purposes, or whatever else."

"Can you give me some idea as to the general range of your costs?" Rhix asked.

The mage gave him a range of numbers. Rhix nearly choked.

"That's... a lot."

"The material cost in some of the divination spells are themselves rare and difficult to find," Gerri said, his voice cold and mercantile.

Rhix glanced at Narva, who'd been expecting this. She was already wondering what the dimensions of the birds penis was going to be. "Maybe we can arrange partial payment," Rhix hazarded, "via a mix of money and services?"

Gerri glanced at Narva once more, but flicked his eyes back to Rhix. He seemed to think for a moment. Narva watched the bird squirm, just a little bit. Did she detect a short intake of breath? A hesitancy in his voice? "I'm sure we can reach an agreement," was the reply.

---

Narva had, from time to time, visited an apothecary for some malady or another. The older and more experienced ones had a talent for making even exotic procedures seem routine and staid, which Narva had always found comforting. However embarrassing or strange a request was, if it were delivered in the bored tones of a professional reciting from rote experience, it made it all easier and more comfortable to abide them.

He used a sharpened needle to extract some blood into a tiny vial. He collected spit from her mouth, scratched a shedding scale from her side, and collected a little of her vaginal secretions for good measure. He used a file to take minute shavings from the collar and bracer. Urine samples were taken. A full-body visual inspection.

Then, Narva was bade to sit on the floor as the bird drew a circle in chalk around her. The mage read from a book in a strange language, walked around her in a circle. At one point he struck her lightly in the head with a bunch of dried-up foliage. During one phase of the 'diagnosis', he sat across from her with a stern expression on his face, making her repeat words he spoke. Now and then he would make noted on a bit of parchment, as if it was telling him something.

More than once she caught him looking between her and Rhix; her master, for his part, had grown quickly bored and wandered about the shop. More than once the mage had to politely but firmly warn Rhix away from touching things. Narva felt almost embarrassed by association.

Then, finally, they were done. The bird had placed a crown-like object on Narva's head, stared at her as if he expected her to do something, and when she shrugged, he seemed pleased. He took the crown back and looked to Rhix, saying, "All done. I'll send a runner when I'm finished."

---

Narva and Rhix took dinner in their room at the Inn. There was a small table laid out for the purpose, the two of them sitting in rickety chairs and dining with a single candle burning between them.

Rhix had, for a time, experimented in making her eat in humiliating ways. Off the floor like a dog, or only after sucking his cock, but over time he'd grown bored with these games and they simply ate together. A routine daily ritual taken together, as they could not be kept apart. The moment struck her like the kick of a horse and she could not keep silent any longer.

"We're like a married couple," she said.

Rhix paused in his chewing and looked at he with a vacant expression. "What?" he said through half-masticated roast beef.

Narva gestured at the table. "We're sitting here eating dinner in silence. Not talking about what's going on."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Rhix asked.

"Rhix, what the fuck are you doing?" Narva asked, hotly. "Tomorrow that bird-wizard is going to tell us what these," she gripped her collar, "are all about and we're not going to talk about it? What comes after this?"

Rhix sat back and blinked at her. With a shrug, he looked away and said, "Probably, I don't know, sell you?"

Narva scoffed. "You're not going to sell me."

"Won't I?"

"Sell me! To slavery!" she snapped at him, staring at him. "You really think that's what you're going to do?"

Rhix frowned, narrowing his eyes a little bit. He tapped a finger on the table, with force. "Exactly what I'm going to do."

Narva growled. "I hate these fucking things," she hissed. "I hate that I can't lie and you can, what the fuck."

"I'm not lying."

"You are!" Narva snapped back. "You are lying, you fucking liar. You're not going to sell me, you're probably going to ask I marry you or something."

Rhix nearly spat out his food. He swallowed instead and gestured dismissively at her. "You're out of your mind."

"You love me."

Rhix snapped his eyes to her and stiffened. "Maybe the dumbest thing you've ever said."

"Well, it's about you, so, I work with what I've got."

Rhix snapped his tail, nearly knocking over a side table. "You watch your fucking mouth cunt, or it's the crop for you!"

"Oh, the crop?" Narva asked, knowing she was needling him unnecessarily but unable to stop herself. "You know, a truly heartless slave master might have purchased, I don't know, a proper whip, and scourged my back until it was bloody. Or broken my fingers, or pulled my teeth out. You spread me open and whip my pussy until you get too aroused and you fuck me! Because you don't think of me as a slave, you don't hate me, you wish I was your fucking wife you crazy idiot!"

Rhix shot to his feet. "I'm getting the crop."

"Sell me!" Narva shouted at his back, mockingly. "I can hear it in your voice, I can see it in your eye. You don't want to be rid of me, you want to fuck me and you want me to want it." She saw him pause in his rummaging, his tail coiling, and she knew she had the dagger in deep. She twisted it. "You don't hate me, you lust after me. You love that I tried to kill you, you love that you can't really break me, that you can only train me to be obedient. That's why you don't want the men you whore me out with to fuck my pussy, because you think its yours because of some weird fucking desire to possess me. If you had the money to cover everything you'd never whore me, would you? Keep me all to yourself."

Rhix turned, the crop in hand, his eyes severe. "You better fucking watch your mouth," he said, though Narva noted he did not command her silence. He needed her to say this as much as she did. So she gave him the point-blank ballistae shot right into his castle gate.

"You're hoping there's a command where you can make me love you," she said, in a tight voice as sharp as a razor's edge. "So you can take the collar off and fuck me knowing my cunt is wet for you and only you. You want me to desire you like you desire me. It kills you inside that you can fuck me but you can't have me. That you'll never see it in my eyes that I want you back."

The words hung in the room like a declaration of war. Narva braced herself. There was a real possibility of the sort of violence she'd only seen him direct at others. She knew he was capable, but she wagered she was correct enough that she was immune.

He flopped down onto the bed, staring at her. His eyes were glassy. "Fuck you."

"Fuck you," she said back to him. "You raped me. You enslaved me. There isn't a fucking drop of forgiveness for you in me. I know what this is and I know what's going to happen. This fucking bird is going to tell us that there's a way to get the collar off, a this-or-that hocus-pocus something-or-other," Narva waved her hand, as if none of it mattered, "and you'll nod and say thanks, and maybe make me suck his dick to shave some of the cost off, and then you and I are going to keep doing this. Going from town to town, finding money where we can, while you wait for me to come around. You think there's a number of orgasms you can make me have that'll turn me around. That I'll see in y_ou_ what you think is there."

Rhix said nothing. He just glared at her. Narva sat back and folded her arms. "You wanted me to kiss you. After you fucked me when we were waiting to ambush those silos. You thought we had a moment."

"We did."

"You raped me, we fucking did not."

"You admitted to me you like this!" he said, a desperate hint in his voice she'd never heard before. "Being dominated, being held down and taken, having a male take control!"

"So what if I did?" she shrieked at him. "You want me to say it? If you had met me in a bar, and got a few drinks in me, and dragged me into a room and fucked me like you like to fuck me? Maybe! Maybe, Rhix! You stupid fucking oaf, maybe! Maybe I do find you handsome! Maybe I do think you fight like a lion, and maybe I do find a part of your stupid fucking idiocy a little bit charming, but you fucked it! You fucked it you stupid asshole! You stupid fucking asshole!"

Rhix gestured, helplessly. "We can un-fuck it!" he said.

"We?!" Narva screamed, her voice going ragged. "What's this fucking 'we'?! What the fuck are you talking about? What the fuck-"

There was a banging on the door. Both looked over, and it was Rhix who answered it. The innkeeper, a severe older human woman, built like a siege engine, stood glowering.

"You're upsetting the other guests," she said with dark portent.

"Sorry," Rhix replied, meekly.

"Streets ain't that comfortable to sleep on," she went on.

"Sorry." The woman went on staring at him. Silently, he moved to his things, and returned with a few more coins, dumped into her upturned and waiting hand. "Sorry," he said again.

The door closed. Rhix stood staring at it. Narva sat with her arms crossed against her chest.

The silence was oppressive.

Finally, Rhix turned and said, "What if-"

"Rhix," Narva said, turning her head away. "Don't."

Those were the last words spoken. The rest of the meal went uneaten. They slept back to back in the bed until dawn.

---

The runner came the following morning.

Rhix and Narva sat in the mage's receiving room. Gerri seemed nervous. He barely noted that unlike the previous day, Rhix had allowed Narva to sit in the other seat beside him.

They hadn't spoken all day. None of the usual routines were followed. It was as though a great conflagration had burned down everything that had been built between Narva and Rhix since the beginning. They wandered in the aftermath of the wildfire, looking at the ashes of what had been their relationship, such as it was.

In a single night, Narva had put the lie to everything. Now, neither of them knew what to do. And they were sitting in front of a Karakka mage who seemed to be wrestling with his own issues.

Nervous energy poured from every feather on his body. He barely made eye contact with either of them. Narva noted an open wine bottle. Had he been drinking?

"Well?" Rhix asked. He seemed tired, despite the full night's sleep.

The mage cleared his throat. "One moment," he said, and he brought out three parchments, and three envelopes. Narva and Rhix sat in awkward silence, glancing now and then to each other as the bird wrote something on the first parchment. He slipped it into an envelope, but didn't bother sealing it. This he pushed to Rhix. "My quote," he said.

As Rhix took the envelope and removed the parchment (a ceremony that seemed to feel as awkward for him to perform as it was for Narva to observe), the mage went on writing on the second parchment. Narva noted that Gerri was swallowing, a lot.

Rhix nearly choked. "This is," he said, the frill on his head partially extending, "quite a lot."

"I worked throughout the night," the mage said, still writing. "It is a complex enchantment. Whoever set it up could have purchased a barony for what it had cost them."

"It's a lot," Rhix repeated.

"I know," Gerri said. He put the second parchment into an envelope and pushed it across the table to Rhix. "Don't open this until I go out back. But I need you to witness."

Rhix and Narva exchanged a perplexed look as Gerri took a few breaths and, concealing his writing, wrote something on the third parchment. Glancing up at the two of them, he slipped it with a shaking hand into the envelope, and this he sealed with wax. He then handed it over.

"Do not open that," he said, "until I explicitly tell you. If it comes to it. D-do you understand?"

Rhix peered at the mage. "Uh," he said, "sure."

Without a word, Gerri stood up. Narva noted that unless he was in the habit of concealing long wooden dowels under his robes, that the bird must have been painfully erect. What the hell was going on?

They watched the bird retreat into the back room of the shop. Rhix, a baffled expression on his face, took the second parchment from its envelope, leaving the third sealed, as instructed. He read it.

Then he told Narva what it said.

"Oh come the fuck on!" Narva said, hiding her face. "Why is it always like this?"

"He's waiving the fee!" Rhix said, his voice nearly pleading. "It's a good deal, and it's-"

"It's what we're always doing anyway?" Narva said, with a sigh. "That's what you were going to say."

"Well, not like this," Rhix admitted.

"Right, no, not as performance," Narva replied, in reserved tones.

Rhix watched her for a second. Then he stood. "Become aroused," he commanded.

Narva uttered a small squeak of surprise, tensing up. "Rhix-"

"Stop," he said. "We're doing this my way. Like always. Because you're the one in the collar. Fine, you're right. We can't un-fuck it. Fine. Okay? Fine, Narva. But that means you just go back to being a collared little slave bitch, I guess. So here are some commands for you:

"You will perform to his desires. You will accommodate the spirit of his demands to the best of your ability. You will tap into your true desires - that I know you have - and live in the moment. Understand?"

Narva was squirming. Her pussy was on fire, her blood pumping in her ears. When she let out a breath, it shuddered. "Yes," she said, "master."

---

The door at the rear of the shop's reception room was a great deal less on-brand. It was clear that the overwhelming accouterments of wizardly style weren't necessarily the mage's everyday aesthetic. What awaited them beyond the door was a one-room living space that was deceptively humble. It was clear the mage was a bachelor; there was a kitchen area with appropriate cookery for a single avian to prepare their single meals. A bed barely enough to fit two that, given the blankets and pillows in evidence, very obviously only ever accommodated one. There was a comfortable chair with an artful little wooden side table; the chair occupied but the avian wizard, the table sporting an open bottle of wine.

Gerri sat with one leg crossed over the other as Rhix dragged a bound Narva through the door by her horn. Her hands were bound behind her back, her mouth stuffed with a gag. This one was a bit of coiled leather around a small stone, forming a tough ball that stuffed her mouth well enough to choke all but the most guttural sounds from her. Narva noted that the mage flinched when they came in.

She reeked of arousal. Clear drops of her lubricant ran down her inner thighs, and the scales of her moist pussy glistened in the light of the humble fire from the fireplace.

"Caught her, m'lord," Rhix said. He was used to addressing nobility and high-society employers, and had the amiable-goon voice down pat. "Searched her, as you can see," he added, roughly presenting her to the bird, turning her around and showing off her nude body. "No idea where she hid the crystal."

Gerri's breath caught in his throat. Narva winced, but fought the urge to roll her eyes. She had to play up the fantasy for him. She'd been commanded. So instead she squirmed, and shook her head and pleaded with desperate sounds into the gag. He took up his wine glass. "She concealed it well, I see," he remarked, getting into character. "Have you truly checked everywhere? It's small. It could be in a heretofore unrevealed pocket."

"M'lord?" asked Rhix, who knew to what the mage was referring but also knew that he'd want to say it himself.

"Spread her open," Gerri said, his breath catching. "Really inspect her."

Rhix looked around the room, as practical logistics ran afoul of the bird's erotic fantasy. Gerri seemed to recognize this, and he grabbed his chair, shifting it closer to the bed. "Just throw her down on that," he said, indicating the soft pile of blankets on the straw mattress.

Narva put up a fight, but despite any prohibitions from the collar, Rhix was strong. He hauled her bodily across the floor, her kicking and thrashing be damned. She squeaked at the effortlessness with which he threw her onto the bed and with a single hand, flattened her back to it.

His other hand suddenly came down with an open-hand slap across her wet pussy. The clap sounded in the room like a spatula striking fresh-cut salmon. She wailed into the gag. "Got your attention?" he hissed down at her. "Thief?"

She nodded her head rapidly at him. Oh yes. That had gotten her attention.

"Good," he went on, "spread your fucking legs."

She could no more defy him than she could command the weather. Her shaking, scaly legs parted for her one-bird audience. Her glistening lower lips were fully on display for his eyes, the dark line of her cunny framed by the puffy and aroused folds of her tight little sex. She reflected on the strangeness of this exercise. For the bird it was a construction of some dark erotic fantasy, but for Narva this was very much real, something that was actually happening to her. Despite the lingering pain from the slap, her vagina still burned with arousal, her heart racing.

"Pry her open," the mage said.

Rhix's fingers slid down along either side of Narva's pussy. She twisted up in shame, mewling into the gag as her master's fingers spread her lips, revealing her moist, pink tunnel, tight and glistening, to their host. The avian leaned forward, peering into her.

"Hmm. She looks too tight to fit anything up there," he commented, leering. Narva fought the involuntary urge to close her legs. "Sit her up."

Rhix grabbed her and wrenched her into a sitting position. Narva met the bird's eyes, unheeded pleading for mercy in her gaze.

"Are you going to tell me where you hid it?" the bird asked. This presented Narva with a no-win option. There wasn't any 'it' to have hidden! And since there was no way she possibly could fulfill the demand, she had to answer truthfully. So she shook her head.

"Thought not," the bird said, leaning back in his seat. He took his wine glass, poured a little wine from the bottle, and looked to Rhix. "You deserve a reward for catching her, O dutiful servant. And she needs to learn her lesson." Narva saw that the bird's hand was nearly shaking with anticipation as he held the wine glass, however much he tried to appear calm and collected. The tent in the lap of his robes was obvious. "Fuck her."

Narva saw the expression on Rhix's face. The confusion of indignity and lust. With her helpless,, bound and gagged, his hands on her naked body, she knew he was aroused without even having to notice the bulge in his pants. She knew he lusted for her, and she'd grown accustomed to his less obvious signs of arousal. But she also knew he was proud. He didn't like being made into a show pony.

But the cost of the services they needed was very steep.

As Rhix started undoing his belt, the bird leaned back and said, "Strip all the way down. I w-want to see everything."

Narva spotted only a moment's hesitation in Rhix, meeting the bird's eyes for only a fleeting glance before he pushed his vest off, then his chain hauberk and the shirt that was underneath it. Narva, who had seen about as much of Rhix's scales as she needed to for an entire lifetime, instead paid attention to Gerri. The Karakka's eyes never left Rhix, taking in the contours of the Shu's muscular frame, the glossy green scales. She observed how he swallowed in anticipation as Rhix undid his belt and lowered his pants, his half-erect reptilian cock bobbing into view.

Narva yelped as Rhix's hand shot out and grabbed her by the horn. "You wanna see me do her from the front or the back?" he asked, his cock erecting more and more with every heartbeat, the bird's eyes unable to leave that rising spire.

"Huh? Oh," the mage stammered, "Front f-first. Hold her down and ravish her."

Narva looked up at Rhix, her traitor cunt involuntarily clenching time and again as her body prepared for what was coming. Rhix looked at her and their eyes met. The memory of their argument flared in her mind. The strangeness of their situation. She tried to read something in his gaze, but he appeared oddly pensive. What was going through his mind?

Too late. His palm caught her in the chest and shoved her back down to the bed. They rarely fucked face to face; kobolds found laying on their back difficult with the angle of their thick tails, but this Rhix soon corrected by hooking her legs under his arms and pushing them up and apart, spreading her wide open in front of their audience. She whimpered and drooled around the gag as Rhix swung a leg over her and mounted from the front. Her eyes looked up at him and caught a look of determination, lust, and something else. Then, behind him, she saw his tail flag high into the air.

That was new. When she heard the gasp behind him from the avian, she understood a little better. He wanted to see everything, he'd said.

Arms bound and legs parted, bent nearly in half with a heavy, horny, naked Shu mounted over her, Narva braced for the inevitable. She felt his cock slide languidly up the crack of her backside, across the lips of her sex, where a little jerk of his hips lodged his soft, spongy glans into her cleft and positioned him at her entrance. Her eyes met his. She should be used to this by now. He'd fucked her so many times. Fucked her mouth, fucked her sex, fucked her tailhole. Ravished her in every position, fingered her, spanked her, made her dance for him, present to him, lick his balls, all of it. So why did she gaze up at him with that vulnerable expression?

"MNNNH!" came her cry into the gag as Rhix's rock-hard cock was thrust into her helpless wet pussy. The idea that females become 'stretched out' by frequent sex was a myth. Perhaps she'd grown better at anticipating the feeling of his thick spire spreading her lips apart, of that length driving into her innermost recesses, the feeling of violation and domination. None of it made her any less tight, any more appropriate for his size. She watched him wince, grit his teeth, flex his hips, and have to work himself into her. He grunted, thrusting again, and again, pushing more of his cock into her too-small tunnel, until a squeak from her throat indicated that his tip had run up against a barrier he could not breach without risking serious damage. His groan of frustration was familiar, too, as a half inch of his proud cock was forever denied the feeling of her moist sex.

His hand grabbed her face and pushed it into the bedding, turning her head to the side in a clear display of dominance. He pulled his hips back, and thrust back down into her with force. "Nnngh!" she grunted into the gag, and she heard an appreciative noise from the bird she could no longer see. All she had was Rhix; on her, in her, holding her down and staring into her eyes.

The bed creaked repeatedly as Rhix started fucking her in earnest. Narva had never quite taken notice of the embarrassing wet sound their genitals made when he pounded her; her cunt was simply too tight, and his cock forced everything but itself out of her; minute pockets of air, his and her fluids. The sound was not unlike someone thrusting fingers into a jar of jelly over and over. Perhaps it was because this was her first time being taken in front of a rapt audience. Her toes curled as the wet rhythmic squelching and slurping accompanied the electric bolts of feeling his penis gave her, driving in and out of her throbbing, aroused sex.

She knew better than to think she could mask her moans. Light and feminine, she answered his dominant thrusting with meek, submissive female mewling. Her pussy clenched and Gerri no doubt spotted the little spurt of clear female cum decorate Rhix's bouncing scaly balls. Gods, she thought. She used to have pride. Imagine that.

"This close to one of your fantasies?" Rhix hissed into her ear, his voice drowned out by the wet symphony of sex. He wasn't wrong, but he was cheating; he'd made her confess more than once what her dark lurid kinks were. How she had once yearned for just such a dominant, grinding, male-dominant fucking like the one she was currently enduring. She recalled back to the time in the bushes, that one moment where the world seemed to have pivoted. Her words, and her orgasms, had been honest then.

"Mnh! Nh! Mnh! Mnh! Nh!"

Rhix had grown skilled. The first few times he'd fucked - raped - her, he'd taken her with an almost clumsy lust, a selfish assault of power and sexual thrill. Lately, however, he'd been practicing. Lasting longer, discovering her little buttons. He knew what angle to thrust into her to get the most out of her damned whimpering. He knew what parts of her to hit or stroke or grind against to make her pussy sing. He leered knowingly at her, holding her down and rolling his entire body into the thrusting. She surrendered. As usual, Rhix got what he wanted.

"Goodness," she heard the bird say as she came. Her toes splayed, her pussy clenched. Spread open as she was she was sure he could even catch the minute clenching of her anus as her body trembled under Rhix's assault.

Her mind swimming, she looked up at her master. Rhix was staring at her, or perhaps into her. His eyes never left her own as she trembled through her orgasmic writhing. He wasn't wearing his usual expression of glib smugness, or smirking victory, whenever he fucked an orgasm from her. He was focused. Not angry, not troubled. Something else.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and leaned back. Her lower body flopped to the bed and she turned this way and that, still cumming, on the downslope of her orgasm. She was making small, girlish noises into her gag, her hands and feet flexing and twisting as she rode out the climax. Rhix paid it no mind; instead, he grabbed her by an ankle and twisted, flipping her over onto her front.

Narva grunted, panting into her gag, as she felt a sudden stinging slap bounce off her rump. No command to lift her tail came, but no command was needed. When Rhix rolled her over and spanked her, that was the signal. Obediently, like a well-trained whore, she arched her hips and her tail flagged up over her back.

Rhix's powerful hand grabbed her and hoisted her lower body high up until her knees hovered over the bed. He gave her ass another slap - this one just to get a yelp from her, and it did. Rhix was displaying her, like a hunter shows off a kill. One hand gripping her tail to keep it up, showing off her well-fucked pussy and clenching anus. Narva twisted a little, her wrists roiling in their bindings, but another spank stilled her.

No time was wasted as Rhix mounted her again. He grabbed her by the hip and shoulder, angling himself back against her pussy. Narva felt her heart jump in something like joy. He wasn't going to fuck her ass! He was going to make her cum again!

She arched and squealed into the gag when Rhix penetrated her. Her pussy answered his conquest with a noisy squirt.

"Slut!" he hissed at her, and he started thrusting. Her body rocked on the bed, face grinding into sheets that smelled alien to her. The scent of a total stranger, who was at that moment watching her get her brains fucked out of her.

There was a sharp spank to her rump and she arched, mewling. "Nnnnmmh!"

"You love this cock, don't you, you filthy slave whore!" Rhix demanded, a sharpness to his tone. Narva tried shaking her head, but it would be indistinguishable from how her body was rocking back and forth on the bed. Rhix was growling, grunting into his thrusting, the tip of his cock punching her cervix and making her moan in the mix of pleasure and pain.

"You're going to cum on this cock," he hissed. It wasn't framed as a command and Narva knew she didn't have to obey, but that didn't matter. Flecks of her femcum spattered from her overstuffed slit as her master gave her a firm and dominant fucking, breeding her for their nearly drooling audience. She managed to weakly look around at the bird, who was staring in the direction of their messy, noisy union.

"Aren't you?" Rhix shouted, spanking her again, and she nodded. No sense in denying it. Yes. Yes, she was going to cum again. Rhix cock shoved into her again, and again, and again, and again!

"Oh fuck come inside her," she mage panted, needfully. "Fill her up, let me see you cum you fucking magnificent beast!"

Narva was too far gone to reflect much on that comment. Rhix had grabbed her by the horn and yanked her up, arching her back, using the leverage to drive deep into her. She came. Wantonly she clenched, shuddered, and came for him. He did not have to order her to. His cock was enough.

She was aware, dimly, that he was cumming too. There was that telltale hissing, that feeling of warmth spreading inside her as Rhix's semen found it's usual spots deep within her. It was no longer an alien sensation of something disgusting or unnatural. Given her current life, there was nothing more usual than the feeling of her master seeding her.

In the panting, whimpering aftermath, Rhix merely tossed her to the bed and left her there to her orgasmic aftershocks and lewd vaginal leaking. Spread out, twitching, she was the picture of a well-fucked little kobold slut, and nothing in the world could make her care about that anymore.

Rhix, his cock standing proud and glistening with the mix of kobold lubricant and Shu seed, turned to look at the bird, who was staring at his body and looked nearly exhausted. The wine had barely been drank. With a shaking hand, the bird took the other letter closed by the wax seal, and handed it to Rhix.

"I will need time to recover a bit," the bird said, standing, as Rhix broke the seal and removed the letter. Narva twitched from where she lay flat on the bed, Rhix's cum oozing from her tingling pussy to the sheets underneath. She saw the bird's tent was still pitched firmly in his robes. His self control was amazing, she reflected blearily. Had he even touched himself once?

"We can discuss the matters of my payment after you have made yourself decent," the mage went on, turning away, his voice almost shaking. Rhix was reading the letter. His expression was disbelieving, and then severe. He threw the paper to the bed.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked, his voice shockingly harsh. Narva snapped out of her post-coital reverie at his tone. She listed her head and made an unheard little sound into the ballgag stuffed into her mouth.

Gerri rounded on him, a surprised expression on his face. "I-I beg your pardon?"

Narva had often observed that Rhix had a natural propensity to violence that only comes to the truly sociopathic, or the well-acclimated and trained. There wasn't a moment's hesitation in the open-handed slap that caught Gerri across his beak and sent the bird to the floor onto his hip, recoiling in shock at the blow. Narva arched up a little, eyes wide. "Mnnh?" she said.

Rhix wasn't listening. He advanced a step and reached down. The mage babbled half a nonsense word when Rhix's backhand caught him across the face. Then he grabbed his beak, silencing him.

"I don't know much," he hissed into the bird's terrified expression. "But I know your hocus-pocus needs words, you fruity little fucker. So keep this beak shut or I break it off. You understand me?"

What was he doing? Narva thought, as she watched the bird meekly nod in abject terror. Rhix, when it came right down to it, was very large, very strong, had sharp teeth, and had a way of looming that seemed to make him appear larger than he truly was. His head frill was standing up straight, giving him the illusion of many more inched of height.

Rhix pulled the mage roughly to his feet. Toes scrabbled on the floor. Rhix's body looked magnificent, naked and still a little erect, manhandling the bird with absolute ease. Narva caught herself looking at his firm ass. She reflected that she was not so innocent. Hers was a world of easy violence, of occasional bullying and 'wet' work. Rhix's command to be aroused had not been rescinded and so, despite her two orgasms, she still ached for him. So naturally her eyes would roam his form, even in this moment of wanton and perhaps incredibly stupid violence. Right?

"Now you listen to me," Rhix snarled into the cowering mage's face. "I'm going to let go of this beak because I'm going to need both of my hands. If you say a single fucking word I'm going to hit you, and keep hitting you until to learn. You're a smart bird, right?" There was a terrified nod. "You got your little show," Rhix went on, his fleshing teeth barely an inch away from Gerri's face. "Now you're going to tell us what we want to know about this magic shit, and you're going to do it for free, aren't you?"

There was another terrified nod. Rhix let go of the beak and grabbed the bird by the back of the head, roughly marching him towards the bed. He pointed down at Narva. "You enjoy the show you little fucking pervert?"

The bird opened his beak to answer, but a slap shut him up with a pathetic whimper. His hands pushed against Rhix, but he may as well try to push down a castle. "Yeah, you liked the show," Rhix hissed savagely. "One part of it, anyway. You didn't like watching me fuck her. You just wanted to watch me, fuck. Didn't you?"

Narva caught a look of horrified shame on the bird's face. The revelation wasn't the most surprising thing for her, but it did connect a few dots. What she didn't understand was Rhix's angle. Had he lost his mind?

Rhix caught the same look. "Thought so," he snarled derisively. His eyes flicked to the robes the bird was wearing, and he suddenly wrenched the mage to stand facing away in front of him. The robes were loose fitting but of a complex design around the bird's shoulders, to make donning the garment easier when negotiating the delicate wings that Karakka sported from just under their shoulder-blades. Rhix solved the puzzle in his usual manner. Fabric ripped and tore as he simply pulled it this way and that, rending flaps and buttons and clasps until the garment flopped down over the mage's shoulders, exposing his feather chest and upper body, the fabric gathering at his elbows where he shyly tried to check its descent.

Narva looked at his eyes; they were distant, and fearful. She knew the feeling. A sense of 'this is really happening'. She felt a sympathetic twang, despite everything.

Rhix grunted in disapproval, harshly gripping the bird's arms from behind and moving them out of the way to allow for the garment to fall the rest of the way off Gerri's body. A lithe, slim form was revealed, sporting a turgid erection sprouting from a slit between the bird's legs. He had no testicles, and his penis was pink, thick at the base and tapering to a point seven inches later. A dollop of precum rested perilously at the tip. The bird's blue and white plumage covered his shapely body, down over grippable hips and solid thighs, which terminated in scaly appendages not unlike his hands.

Though Gerri had not presented a very intimidating presence before, he looked downright helpless when stripped down to bare feathers. The naked bird shivered, staring into the middle distance as the reality of his situation truly dawned on him. Narva noted how his tailfeathers clamped down over his backside. Narva, however, could not shake the surprise of seeing him so erect.

"Please-" the mage whimpered, but Rhix half-turned him around only to viciously backhand the bird such that he flopped forward onto the bed with a pathetic whimper, his body curling up. Rhix's hands were on him, pulling him back a little, flattening him to his chest, so that he was bent over the side of his own bed in a vulnerable position Narva knew intimately well.

"One more fucking word out of your poncy, tailraising mouth, and I'll break something. These look fragile," he said, gripping a wind and throwing it to the side out of his way. Gerri cringed. "Speaking of tailraising," Rhix added, and he fisted a handful of the bird's tailfeathers right at the base. Gerri gripped the sheets and made a strangled noise as Rhix pulled up, arching the bird's hips and fully exposing his firm, round ass to the dominant lizard. Rhix smirked. "Beak, wings, feathers, no balls, weird little cock. But tailholes all look alike."

Rhix spat on the bird's ass. Gerri stared around at nothing, eyes wide. Narva noted that though the two of them now lay on the same bed merely inches from one another, the bird was in his own little world. Narva looked back at Rhix, who was fisting his erect cock. Why was he doing this? What was going on?

Rhix caught her looking. "Present-Down," he snarled. She knew the position. Shuffling to face more away from him, she spread her knees, hoisted her tail, and pressed her face to the bed with her hips arched, giving him a full view of his recent handiwork and every inch of her private areas. She, too, stared ahead of her as she settled into a world where her master was about to rape the very mage they'd come all this way to find. They'd worked so hard, sacrificed much, to get to this point. Now Rhix was going to likely throw that all away, locked in some psychosexual powertrip, and-

Narva recognized that her position had her nose nearly touching the letter Rhix had thrown to the bed. It was face-up, and she could read what it said:

Rape me.

Make it real.

---

Holding the Karakka by the tailfeathers, Rhix dismissively kicked the mage's feet apart to further spread him open. His eyes drifted from Narva's upturned rump to the clenching, quivering bird underneath him. Never had a Karakka before, male or female. They were rare and kept largely to themselves. Even seeing one naked was a novelty. But right there below the tail was a clenching, wrinkled hole that he knew all too well. The great equalizer between gender and race. Everyone - everyone - could be fucked up the ass.

He spanked Gerri's soft round ass and smirked at the strange, chirping little yelp he was rewarded. Make it real? Easy. He pressed up closer, fully mounting the bird. His grip on that tail kept the mage's backside turned at just the right angle, bowing his back in a manner Rhix had to admit was alluring. Gerri had nearly a feminine shape, delicate and soft.

"I'm pretty sure this hole ain't virgin," he said, pressing the head of his slick cock to the orifice. It clenched tightly. Maybe not so experienced after all? "I'll pretend it is anyway," he added, pressing a hand down on Gerri's back. Then he thrust inside.

Make it real, the letter had said. That squawk of pain sounded real enough. No lube, no mercy on his thrust; he took the bird all the way in, scaly hips clapping against that soft, fuzzy ass. Rhix grunted, gritting his teeth as he felt that hole clench around him. Perhaps he was a virgin? Narva's ass felt like this the first him he'd taken her. She was experienced now, knew how to loosen herself to ease the entry. Gerri's hole had no idea how to cope with the entry, spasming wildly around the invader. Perhaps he was a virgin? Hell of a way to decide to lose it. Sunk deep to the hilt, he no longer needed the grip on the bird's tail, and leaned over his shaking body to grip his beak, clamping it shut and turning that pained squawking into an almost feminine whimpering.

"Shut the fuck up," Rhix hissed. Then he began to fuck him. Heavy, driving thrusts deep into the whining bird's body. He watched Gerri's hands grip the sheets, could feel his labored breathing. Make it real. Hard to get much more real than this. The bird's eyes were clenched shut. His anus was clenching and unclenching without any hint of experience. Rhix was not going to stop for anything; no word, no signal. Not until he was finished.

He looked up at Narva's nice, round, scaly ass and spotted her watching the ordeal. Rhix smirked. He felt drunk on power. Every time his groin clapped the bird's soft cheeks and elicited a pained muffled squawk was music to his ears. The awkward clenching only made that tailhole all the better to stretch around his proud member. "You didn't think I'd stop with just her?" he asked, giving the bird a particularly deep lunge, bracing one of his knees on the bed. His balls slapped the bird's taint and he felt another series of desperate and panicked clenching. "Damn your ass is tight," he went on, grinding, rolling his hips and enjoying the warm depths of the submissive avian. "You make a better whore than a wizard. Should consider a career change. Only wish I could slap a collar on you, too."

Gerri moved one of his hands around to push at Rhix in a feeble protest. Rhix laughed, mockingly, and grabbed the offending wrist, wrenching it behind the bird's back, just under his shivering wings. Gerri's anus clamped down tight and a strangled cry of pain let Rhix know it had the intended effect.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he snarled, yanking up and back on that beak to contort Gerri's body, bowing his back and forcing the bird to look him in the eye. What Rhix saw was naked panic and tears. "You don't tell me to slow down. You don't tell me to stop. This dick in your ass tells you I'm in fucking charge, and I decide how hard and how long I fuck you. You understand me, bitch? Let me see in your eyes that you understand me."

Of course, Gerri's gaze depicted a miasma of pain, panic, lust, defeat, submission, desperation - but it'd do. Rhix violently shoved his head back down into the blankets and paused his grinding for a moment, leaving his penis hilted inside the clenching backside of their host.

"Narva," he said, breathing heavily. "C'mere."

When she obeyed, he undid the bindings on her wrists. "The gag stays in," he said, "and bring me my belt." He noted with pride her meek little nod, and watched her hawkishly as she moved to obey him. She handed him the belt and he said, "massage my balls for a bit."

Rhix grunted, pulling Gerri's head back up. He could tell the constant shifting and moving and control of Gerri's body was having the intended effect. Every time was a little easier, as the Karakka learned that resistance was futile. Hissing happily as he felt Narva's soft hands working and caressing his balls (pressed as they were right up against the bird's undercarriage) Rhix pinched the sides of Gerri's beak, forcing it open. He pulled his belt into it, wrapping it around the back of Gerri's head where he gripped it in his fist.

"Gaaak," came Gerri's weak protest of discomfort.

"There," Rhix breathed, snaking his tail around to shove Narva to the side. "You," he said to her, "kneel there and masturbate. And you," here he yanked harshly on the belt, "now we can really begin." The clench around the base of his cock told him what impact that had on Gerri's mental state.

---

The room reeked of raw carnality, of naked bodies and heavy breathing, of lust and fear and anger. Narva knelt in place on the floor, drooling around the gag in her mouth, watching her master rape the wizard. Gerri may have asked for it - the letter could not have been more clear - but she wondered if he was regretting it. Rhix was pounding him with energy he hadn't visited on Narva in some time, hardly since their first couple of days together. He was clearly tapping into some inspiration, be it some latent frustration or pent-up anger.

She had a small idea of what he could be thinking of.

His thrusts clapped the bird's soft ass, rippling his flesh across his hips. Rhix held his arm in a painful chicken-wing hold, and the other gripped the belt looped into the bird's beak. Tears rolled down Gerri's face, his other hand merely holding onto the sheets for dear life. His eyes were clenched tight, and all he could do was grunt and whimper and breathe.

Narva's fingers danced over her clitoris with practiced precision. Her own breath caught in her throat, squirming where she knelt and watched the erotic display. It was rare, seeing a male take another male. Watching Gerri's vaguely masculine form be bent into such a feminine posture, mounted from behind and bred. The power Rhix was displaying could not be denied and in her aroused state, commanded to pleasure herself, she chose to appreciate it for what it was. She watched his muscles flex beneath tight scaly flesh, his powerful tail swinging in time with his full-bodied thrusting. The hint of his balls when they swung beck, only to vanish again to slap into the bird he was fucking. The vague hint of his penis, glistening and thick, ramming over and over under the squawking bitch's tail.

Her eyes lingered there and were thus able to catch the nearly imperceptible little spurts of white. Gerri's cock, pointed almost straight down by virtue of how Rhix had angled his hips, spat ropes of pearly white Karakka semen against the side of his bed and the floor. Oh gods, Narva thought, her finger rubbing quickly on her clitoris, he's cumming. Rhix fucked the cum out of him.

Her eyes drifted to her master. Did he look like that when he fucked her? Strong, controlling, utterly dominant?

Fill him, she caught herself thinking. Her fingers rubbed, rubbed. She was going to cum! Fill him, Rhix. Make him your bitch, show him you're the master! Show this weakling what true power is!

"Mmmnh! MMH! MNNH! NNH!" Narva wailed into her gag, rubbing her clit quickly as small ropes of femcum spurted from her oozing pussy, painting clear little stains across the floorboards. Her eyes were locked on Rhix as his tail flagged, and she watched him cum. Hissing, teeth gritted, arching his back, he drove into the helpless bird and ground his hips, tail flagging over and over in time with his powerful ejaculation.

For a precious few seconds, the room was filled with naught but the hissing, breath, and grunting of the orgasmic.

Then, it was filled with the panting of the exhausted.

Narva was still rubbing. Rhix glanced over her and, letting go of Gerri's wrist, said, "You can stop." She nearly collapsed in relief.

Rhix was standing up straight. He let go of the belt and let it lay limp across Gerri's back. He was still thrust in to the hilt inside him, staring down at the bird he'd just conquered. Then, reaching down, he grabbed the bird's headfeathers and yanked up, eliciting a weak squawk from the defeated mage. The belt fell out of his beak.

"Thank me," Rhix demanded.

"Th-" Gerri began. He swallowed, and tried again. "Th-thank... y-you..."

He grunted weakly as Rhix threw him back down to the bed. He slapped the bird on the rump and stepped back, his cock pulling free of that well-fucked tailhole with an audible shlorp.

Nobody spoke a word. Rhix merely grabbed a handful of blankets, cleaned off his cock, and then moved to his clothes. After he'd dressed, Gerri was still laying bent over his bed, his hands bundled in the blankets, tail frozen in the lifted position. Rhix sneered at him.

"We'll give you some time to recover," he said, "We'll be back tomorrow. Have it ready for us then."

Rhix had her wear the gag all the way back to their rooms.

---

They returned the next day.

An hour later they were sitting on the front step of Gerri's 'store'front. They were side by each and were not looking at one another. Rhix was staring into some point in the middle distance. Narva was studying a few bits of gravel.

Neither spoke.

---

Rhix and Narva sat across from Gerri, who apparently lacked a second set of robes and was dressed in a more humble everyday outfit. He generally avoided eye contact with Rhix. Narva noted that he seemed to be having a lot of discomfort sitting down.

The situation at large would have been amusing were it not for the news they'd just received. Narva was gaping at him. Rhix looked angry. Sounded angry, too.

"It's not possible," Rhix snarled.

"I assure you that it is," Gerri replied, evenly.

"No I mean we're not compatible, we're-"

"It accounts for that. I've written the remainder of it on that paper I handed you," Gerri said, gesturing at the slip while keeping his eyes elsewhere. "I'm sorry it's not what you expected-"

"What do you mean, it 'accounts' for that?" Rhix bellowed.

Gerri cringed. "Just read it," he insisted, meekly.

Rhix had read it. At Narva's insistence, out loud.

---

Back outside. Back to the stoop.

Rhix scratched his hand. He squirmed. "It's," he began, paused, then rallied, "It's not like it's something we haven't been doing."

Narva didn't say anything, for a moment. Her thoughts were a roiling mess in her mind. "You know that's not true," she said in a hollow voice.

"We could ignore it-"

"You know we can't," she snapped, glancing at him. "You know that. We can't keep going like this. We have to."

Rhix rubbed his head frill. He looked uneasy. "Narva" he said, but when she didn't interrupt him, he seemed to realize he had no follow up. So he fell silent.

Narva had the slip in her hand. She re-read it. A simple incantation was all that was needed to complete the spell; it had, in fact, been incomplete all this time. And now they knew its purpose. It wasn't an enchantment meant to enslave her. It was meant to control her for long enough for the binding ritual to complete. To make her compatible.

So that any seed may quicken within her, and bind the essence of the... what even was it? Gerri had said it could be thought of as like a demon, or a djinn. A formless power. A pure kind of magic, a sorcery without limits. It would be given form. Within her. Just needed some ingredients. A female who couldn't say no, for one. Male seed, for the other.

For that was the last bit of the enchantment, heretofore unspoken. And once it was, that would be it. She would be forced into heat. Rhix would be 'compatible', regardless of the species divide. She would conceive of... something. Only then would the bond break.

Rhix nudged her. Long past cautious, she flashed her teeth at him in a dangerous, if impotent, snarl. That bled away quickly, however, when she saw to what he was wordlessly, insistently, pointing.

Down the street, she saw the banner. The glint of sunlight off metal. The vibrant blue cloaks.

The Star Knights had arrived.