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A wolf grunted lightly as he pulled down upon a lever, carefully balancing his weight against the mechanism as it resisted the movement. He watched as a viscous liquid started to pool and collect together, secreting from tiny holes underneath a small, metal chamber. He paused, letting a few drops of the liquid fall before pulling hard against the lever once more, generating a small stream of the syrupy fluid to cascade downward into a small, ceramic cup.

He's done this enough that its become routine, one he was more than happy to perform for His Lord. Once all the liquid was pressed through, he inspected the cup. A thick layer of crema rested upon a smooth, strong coffee, neatly filling the small vessel. Satisfied with its appearance, he disposed of the spent grounds and toweled down the machine, knowing he would need to come back down later to give it a more thorough cleaning.

He placed the cup of espresso onto a silver tray next to some sparkling water and a lemon wedge. The wolf straighted his black suit jacket and ran his paws down his navy-blue vest to ensure he didn't get any of the coffee on himself.

He waved a hand over the top of the espresso, sniffing at the coffee's aroma. Mostly pleasant, but there was something slightly different about this cup. There was an air of astringency that clung to the wolf's nose. Subtle, but still present.

"Should I remake this?" he asked himself, checking his pocket watch.

There wasn't enough time. With a frown, he placed a silver lid over the serving tray, draped a fresh towel over his forearm and sighed. He gracefully whisked himself from the kitchen, through the foyer, up a staircase laid with plush red carpet, and delved into the west wing. The wolf rasped his knuckles upon the third door on the right. After a short pause, he heard an expected command, his master's voice low and grumbled, "Enter."

A large mahogany desk rested at the far end of the room, lit from behind by the sun beaming in from a massive window. Along either wall were a multitude of bookcases, old scrolls and leather-bound tomes detailing history, politics, and families dating back hundreds of years resting upon the shelves. Though he did not partake of tobacco himself, the scent lingered from what might have been the young lord's father or grandfather before him. In a small leather-and-wood chair sat a lion, the Lord Geralt Windgust.

Today, his lord looked uncharacteristically disheveled. His mane was strangely haggard. The piercing green eyes were just that bit softer. His voice lower, quieter. He was dressed in a bath robe, but it should have been hours ago that the Lord had washed himself. His maw opened wide into a deep, tired yawn.

"Your afternoon espresso, sir."

"Hmmm," grumbled the lion, "Much obliged, Cerevus."

He crossed through the room in just a few quick, long strides. He pulled a folding table from behind a bookcase, unfolding it and placing the tray upon it in a smooth motion. With a small flourish, he lifted he lid, bowing. Everything rested precisely where he placed it; not a drop of liquid was out of place. Once Lord Windgust took his cup, the wolf straightened out his back and awaited his next command.

His lord loudly sipped from the small cup, his eyes glancing down upon the mug and quickly into a scowl. The wolf shifted slightly in place, knowing he should have remade the coffee. He would be spending at least an hour testing and tasting the brew to get a new recipe just right.

His discomfort must have shown, for the lion chuckled and said, "Relax, Cerevus. It's a new kind of coffee. I had the chefs find something different this time."

"Y-yes, my lord. I will try do better next time."

"Hm," he mused, before putting the cup back down, "Try not to worry too much. It was unwise of me to not notify you of those changes."

"I'll still take some blame. I knew it didn't smell quite right as I prepared this, but I didn't want to delay you your service."

"Cerevus, please, do not be so hard on yourself. You've been in my employ for far too long for me to chastise you over something so minor."

Cerevus nodded. A silence set between them, neither one of them quite knowing what to say. The lion rolled his shoulders, his massive frame shifting uncomfortably within his chair.

The wolf tilted his head, and asked, "Lord Windgust?"

"Tense. Had spear training today followed by additional swordsmanship. The Knight Captain was not pleased with my lack of progress with either, so there were many hours of punishment exercises to contend with, too..."

"I see. The Captain spares you no quarter in training, then?"

"None whatsoever. Not that I would have him treat me any differently, mind."

"I have been trained to perform some small amount of massage, if that would be of assistance? Loosen you up some?"

The lion glanced at the wolf before growling and nodding. Cerevus moved behind his Lord and gently placed his hands upon his shoulders, applying pressure at key points around his master's neck and shoulders. Slowly circling his fingers, the wolf slowly tried to work out the muscles.

"Tense is an understatement here, Lord Windgust. If I didn't know better, I would have mistaken your back for a brick wall."

The lion grinned and chuckled, bringing a smile to the wolf's face as well. "Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd have called you a gods-sent angel."

Humor definitely meant his Lord was beginning to relax. He pressed into the muscled more roughly, trying to work them down, and said, "You say that as if I'm not, as you say, a gods-sent angel."

He grunted, "Last I checked, angels weren't sent down to try and please lords and nobles. If old scriptures are true, then they're more oft sent to deliver retribution to the rich and powerful who abuse their position."

Cerevus paused slightly, inspecting his work with his fingertips, "Good thing you're not that rich, then."

Lord Windgust feigned a loud gasp and cried, "How dare!"

"I know. 'Tis only because you funded all those reconstruction projects, my Lord," the wolf said. Then, it dawned upon him, "Which is why the coffee...?"

"'Tis of no consequence," he said gruffly, leaning back into his seat.

The sudden movement had the wolf's hands trail down to the lion's chest, his fingertips brushing against his master's nipples.

"M-my apologies, my lord."

"Hm," he grunted, a curious smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, "Keep massaging."

"Your... chest?"

"Yes. They... could use some work."

"Y-yes, My Lord."

He did as he was asked, though if there was going to be any real work done he would have asked for his Lord to put aside some time to utilize the massage tables. He was certain they had one somewhere downstairs. He leaned over his master's head while trying to get a good angle, but his fingertips simply wandered as they felt his master's rippling muscles beneath fur. This wasn't even really massaging at this point. His fingertips flicked across his master's nips more than once, his lord purring his enjoyment.

"Mm, that's nice," he said.

"G-g-glad I can be of some service," stuttered Cerevus.

The lion looked up at his butler, a wide, devious smile spreading across his face. He held onto the wolf's hand and gently pulled, dragging his fingers down his stomach. Slowly, their faces were getting closer. Cerevus could feel the lion's hot breath against him. Or was the heat of his own embarrassment?

"M-my lor-mmf!"

Lord Windgust pressed his lips against the wolf's, silencing his voice. They stayed like this for the briefest of moments, but it felt like an entire world spun beneath Cerevus' paws. A century, and eon, the universe itself cycled by while shock sent him into space.

Their lips parted, and the lion whispered soothingly, "Are you going to kiss me back?"

It finally clicked within the wolf's mind. He started to feel his suit slacks pressing back against his groin, hard and firm. He glanced up at the study door. Firmly shut. With a boldness he did not expect from his own voice, the wolf replied, "Well, if my lord wishes it."

And he pressed back against the lion's expecting lips. One kiss became many, a multitude of kisses, hungry, gentle, kind, needing, wanting, changing in length and intensity as they found each other's rhythms and pace. Their lips parted as their tongues began their own search, twisting against one another, sharing and filling the spaces between.

"You taste... sweet," said Cerevus.

"Are you sure?" asked the lion.

"Hm," he pretended to ponder, "perhaps I should try it again."

"Perhaps..."

And they kissed some more. The wolf's back started to ache from his odd position, but he found he could not care one whit. Emboldened, the wolf dragged his fingers against the lion's chest in earnest, pinching and rubbing against his sensitive nipples, feeling the lion's purr rumbling against his own tongue. What was once relegated to a wolf's fanciful daydreams were springing to life before him.

Cerevus felt a pressure against his groin as the lion's hands wandered behind his head, rubbing and stroking against the wolf's package. Cerevus couldn't help but inhale sharply though his nose, not wanting to break off his kiss just yet. A claw hooked behind the wolf's trouser buttons, each giving way under the lion's tugging. Before long, he felt his slacks fall around his ankles, followed quickly by his undergarments.

Lord Windgust purred his approval as he stroked along the wolf's length, a sly smile spreading across his face. The wolf couldn't help but smile back. He knew his Lord was a massive, muscled, behemoth of a man, but the gods above saw fit to make him adorable, too.

The lion spun his legs around, seating himself backwards in his study's chair, resting his elbows atop the short back. He grasped the wolf from behind his balls and lightly tugged, pulling the wolf's most sensitive bits closer to his maw. Cerevus could feel the lion's hot breath upon his eager wolfhood.

"I see the Gods were kind and granted you a sizable gift, Cerevus."

"T-thank you, my lord."

"Hmm," he purred, "A new taste, then, for me..."

His voice trailed off as he slowly envelops the wolf's length within his maw, sucking and lapping at the dripping cock, adding only centimeters at a time. Cerevus shuddered, trying to prevent himself from blowing his load too quickly. His lord's wet tongue lolled against his shaft, sending all kinds of signals to the wolf's increasingly muddled mind. Cerevus wanted to express his pleasure, but he found he could not find any words to express it with. His back went rigid, his tail wagged out of control. He couldn't figure out what to do with his hands. Does he continue to hold them where they are, balled at his hips, grasping so tightly as if he feared time itself would slip through too quickly? He moved them forward, then back, loosened his grip, then tightened it again. The wolf finally set one hand upon his lord's head, running his trimmed claws through the lion's mane and scratching behind his ear.

Lord Windgust smirked again, and pulled the wolf's remaining shaft in all at once, his tongue now pressed firmly against the wolf's increasingly sensitive balls.

"G-gods forfend..." Cerevus gasped.

He could feel his cock twitching madly. He could only imagine the amount of precum that must be oozing out of him, pooling directly onto his lord's soft, warm tongue, lapping and drinking him up. It seemed the lion has had some experience with this as he kept the wolf close. He danced his tongue upon an orgasm's edge, sending shocks and shivers through the wolf's body. It built up in intensity, like a howl that wanted nothing more than to escape his lungs, but the pressure remained in his chest. It drove him crazy, his body tingling with the anticipation of a denied release.

He couldn't tell how long he stayed like that. He didn't even realize his eyes were squeezed shut until Lord Windgust called the wolf's name. Embarrassed, the wolf snapped from his reverie.

"My apologies, I-I've never..."

His voice trailed off as he watched the lion loosen the cloth belt around his robes. A gentle tug and the robe rolled off the lion's shoulders, revealing all that hid underneath. His figure cut an image only found in myths, each muscle telling of an incredible raw strength he wielded. Even his short, soft fur could not hide their definition. His cock stood erect, the thick shaft wider than Cerevus' wrist. A heavyset pair of balls hung heavy against his thick thighs.

Lord Windgust rotated slowly, teasing his captive audience. He propped himself against the desk, reaching back and lifting an an ass cheek to show the wolf what the underside of a lion's tail looks like.

"Keep up your massage work," he ordered, then added, "You can use your tongue this time."

"Yes, My Lord!" the wolf nearly shouted.

"Keep your voice do-"

With a growl, the wolf quickly drew his tongue along his lord's exposed hole. The sudden sensation made his Lord gasp, arching his back and pressing against the wolf's eager tongue. He licked again and again, enjoying the muffled moans and gasps that filled his ears between his own growls.

"E-easy..." whispered the lion, "Your eagerness might... attract attention, if I can't keep quiet, either."

A tempting proposition. A sinister switch flipped with wolf's hunger. Maybe he would even like it should someone walk in through that door, stumbling upon Lord Windgust enjoying himself in such a vulnerable position. Alas, his sensibilities pressed the thought back, choosing instead to savor the meal he had been given. He spread the lion's firm ass cheeks and slowly ran his tongue up the lion's soft, sensitive hole. He couldn't stop his drool from dripping down his lord's taint, saliva nearly soaking his massive balls.

Cerevus wondered if he should ease back even further when an idea sprung to mind. Licking the soft tail star, he worked his index finger against the hole, letting the warm, thick spit drip its way inside. Soon enough, the wolf was able push deep into an increasingly eager cat, who was practically melting as the wolf stretched and relaxed the lion's velvety insides. The wolf took this opportunity to grasp his master's cock with his free hand.

"F-fuck..." Lord Windgust whispered under his breath.

He could feel his master's need beginning to drench the fur on his hand, the precum dripping like a faucet. Cerevus kept his grip light as he stroked his master's cock faster. He could feel a pulsating heat push its way through his lord's body, feeling his heart beating faster and faster as he fingered deeper inside.

"Cerevus? Hold."

He did as commanded, though reluctant to release his grip.

"My lord?" he asked.

The lion flipped back around once more, tossing himself against the top his desk with a loud "thump". Parchment rolls crunched beneath his weight, and an inkwell nearly topped from the surface onto the floor. He lifted his legs to his chest, and gave his butler an clear command.

"Fuck me."

Cerevus' mind was backed into the fog of instinct as he pressed his cock against his lord's exposed ass. He groped at the lion's stomach feeling his lord's abs flex against his hands as he dragged his claws down to his waist. Cerevus lined up the tip of his cock, gently thrusting forward, finding the soft, warm hole give way. Without almost any hesitation, he moved his hips forward, slowly sliding himself into the lion's den.

"That's it! Breed me, wolf!" the lion's voice nearly a hiss.

The sound Cerevus made was almost a whimper, the pitch wrong for the growl he wanted. He pressed into his master, hilting against the lion's firm, warm ass. He pulled down on the lion's hips shifting his master's weight, trying to get himself inside even deeper. His mind went wild with sensations. Precum poured from his cock, already slicking his guts. It was soft, the lion's insides, shifting and rearranging to fit his wolfhood, deep and warm. But there was also a pressure that gripped him, almost resisting him as he slowly slid his shaft back out, eagerly pulling him back in.

Cerevus' balls slapped against the lion's firm ass as he thrust himself back in. Lord Windgust gasped, a rasp of an inhale drenched with pleasure. The wolf watched as a ripple shocked through his master's body, his cock rising and slapping against his stomach, his chest bouncing, his hands gripping the edges of his desk tightly. He wanted to see it again. And again. He pulled himself back out, and slammed back in, making his lord ride his lengthy shaft. His breaths started to pant, heavy against his throat. Lord Windgust's purrs felt louder, sending tones down the wolf's cock as he fucked and pleased his lord.

He could feel it building already, the same sensation from before, the pressure, the heat. He tried to slow himself down but the rhythm, the pulse, his growing need kept him from even considering it. Cerevus knew he wouldn't last much longer. His gasped and through gritted teeth he said, "M-master, I..."

"Do it! Inside me, wolf!" the lion commanded.

It took every ounce of his being to not howl as he slammed his hips against the lion. The pressure built higher, and higher, the heat unbearable, his body begging for release.

"Oh, fuck!" said Lord Windgust, "C-Cerevus, I-I'm...!"

The lion unleashed his load. Streams of cum splashed across his chest, some painting the underside of his chin.

Cerevus felt the lion's ass grip against him even harder. With another thrust, the wolf finally let himself loose. He felt the unbelievable pressure fire off almost all at once as he pumped hot waves of semen into the lion's ass. What was a foggy mind suddenly shifted to sharp, white sensations. It was like a stick of dynamite finally exploded from within him. His body trembled with pleasure, with a bliss he's never known. His cock pumped more cum into the lion's tight, eager ass, his orgasm milking the wolf's cock for more.

He didn't know if it was seconds or years before he began to feel the consciousness return to his body. His teeth were clenched, and he growled something fierce, his body locked into position. It took him a moment to remember where he was. It snapped back into view when he heard his name.

"M-my lord?" the wolf asked, dumbfounded. His eyes widened, and he remembered, "Ah, oh, I, uh! Ahem! Let me fetch! A towel! Perhaps! Yes, I think that would..."

He could feel his own cum dripping out of Lord Windgust's ass, down his balls and onto the floor. He winced, knowing it would be a pain to clean that up should it dry there.

The lion laughed. This laugh was so different than what he was used to hearing. It came from his gut, a genuine, pure expression. Cerevus swooned, then felt his body pulled against his lord's. He felt his cock slip out from inside his master, a slick sound accompanied by the viscous texture of his lord's cum against his stomach. All curious sensations met with another deep, unrelenting kiss.

Cerevus hoped the lion's ruined work wasn't too important, because his brain could hardly bring himself to care about anything else. Not in this moment. Not with love filling his heart.

Then, just as fast, he was worried. Love? Was that what drove him to do this? Or was his (still hard) cock to blame for a clouded, eager breeding?

"Thank you, Cerevus. I... haven't been fucked like that in many, many seasons. Did you... did you enjoy yourself, too?"

"Y-Yes. Absolutely, my lord."

"Good, because we're going to need to do this again."

Despite his reservations, the wolf's tail could do no lies, as it waged against the side of the desk with a "thump."

"Let me get that towel for you, my lord."

"Yes, do. Though, I'd say you need that towel for us, at this point."

The wolf blushed and said, "For us, my lord."