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"Your manners are improving." Arden patted Kuna's thigh, walking his fingers along it as he glanced out of the carriage's window, seemingly unperturbed by the slow rock of its journey across uneven terrain. His tea sloshed within his cup, but not a single drop spilled on his princely garb.

"It would be less of an ordeal if these cups weren't so fragile." Kuna griped, gingerly trapping his dainty porcelain vessel between his fingers. In truth, he drained it instantly to prevent a brown stain on his new, velvety clothes. Itchy and tight as they were, the bodyguard's costume showed trust in him, and even symbolically, he didn't want to ruin the sentiment.

"Oh, you poor thing. It must be so hard." Taunting Kuna with his words, the fox brought his paw further up his thigh, trailing a claw over the laces holding Kuna's bulge at bay. "Should I relieve some of that tension? We have another hour before we reach our destination." Downing his cup's contents in one practiced gulp, he set it aside, settling between Kuna's legs with a hungry expression.

Kuna knew better than to protest, even if he wanted to. The fennec slipping between his legs knew how to get what he desired. Instead, he helped those paws along, shrugging out of his pants and unbuttoning his shirt to prevent his awakening cock from staining new clothes with its needy drool. "Yes, sir. Whenever you like."

"Well, aren't you the gentleman, letting me take the lead." Arden chuckled, his breath teasing Kuna's rising cockhead and his cheek nuzzling into the still mostly-soft shaft. Tongue circling the underside with gentle stimulation, he uses the carriage's rocking to his advantage, expertly cleaning the river of pre that drools from Kuna's tip.

Gods, no matter how often Arden teased him, Kuna could never get used to the sheer artistry of the fennec's caressing lips. Digging his claws into the gaudy fabric below him, he spread his legs to allow better access to his manhood, watching with rapt attention as Arden's tongue and teeth rolled his foreskin. It wasn't so much that he'd suck a cock; instead, he'd convince you he was in love with it, favoring it with tender kisses and letting its drooling gift paint his lips.

"Mmm. I'm glad I brought you with me. Staring through the window isn't nearly this fun." Arden praised Kuna, his vulpine tongue rolling over the underside of the head before he darted forward like a snake striking at prey, taking the first inches into his muzzle and closing his eyes. Slow, soft stimulation followed, accompanied by kneading paws on Kuna's balls, and he drank the resulting drool of pre, his throat moving in slow gulps.

"The feeling is mutual, sir." Biting his lower lip to prevent the needy moan that threatened to vibrate through his muscular chest, Kuna hissed through his clenched teeth, placing his paw on the back of Arden's head and encouraging him forward. He knew that his master enjoyed the occasional forcefulness from him, and this seemed the appropriate time.

Arden's muffled noises as his lips slid to the base encouraged Kuna, and his greedy throat accepted every inch without complaint, aided by copious arousal. Green eyes opened, staring up at him with an expression that dared him to take charge, and ears wiggled, fluttering against his fingertips. It seemed he wanted to explore his submissive side for the moment.

Nodding wordlessly, Kuna gripped those twitching ears in both paws, dragging Arden up until he felt that greedy tongue massage his head, popping it free and rolling it against the fennec's lips in a sloppy kiss that he knew drove his master wild. The call of Arden's throat demanded his shaft, and he sank back to the hilt, settling into a slow rhythm that worked pleased sounds from the fennec.

Intensely intimate and full of a level of trust that most lovers could only aspire to, their oral fun continued for what felt like an eternity, working Arden's lips into a lather and setting his fluffy tail thrashing behind him. Fluttering eyelashes and a matching tongue brought Kuna to his edge soon enough, soaking sweat into his new clothes, but he only had eyes for his eager master. Try as he might, he couldn't disappoint him, and as Kuna reached the edge, he wordlessly begged for his finish, waiting for those kneading paws to give him a signal.

Two gentle squeezes gave him what he needed, bringing his hips up in a helpless thrust that rolled his orbs against Arden's chin. Heavy spurts filled the fox's throat, swallowed without difficulty, and Kuna mashed Arden's face against his pubic scales, delighting in the tight grip wringing every drop from his helpless cock.

When Kuna's paws left those silken ears, he collapsed backward, watching the fox's slow journey up his shaft and twitching between those soft lips as Arden sucked the last few drops from his cum slit, milking his shaft with gentle fingers even as it softened, attempting to escape overstimulation. A final circle around the head to gather up any cum that escaped his attention, and he popped off, letting the slick, sated cock flop down over Kuna's balls, twitching pitifully.

"See? Nice and relaxed." Licking his fingers of any leftover dragon cum, the fennec stood with the air of a well-fed cat. Hooking them beneath his waistband, he unleashed his foxhood, kissing its tip against Kuna's before meandering lower over his balls. "Though I'd like to loosen you up a bit more before we reach our location."

Nodding eagerly, Kuna dragged one foot out of his pants, curling his body to present his rounded rump to the fennec's view, both paws spreading them to show off the pouting hole his master cultivated over hours of slow, deliberate stretching. Loose as he'd become, his master's training allowed him to close the slight gape in an inviting wink.

Kissing his pointed tip over the wanton sight, Arden took his place between Kuna's legs, his paws trailing over meaty legs. "How anyone could see you as anything but a sweet, eager pet, I'll never know." He sighed, nuzzling his way inside with slow, deliberate movements. After all his training, his cock was too small to stretch the dragon's hole much, but Kuna knew that the fox preferred it that way. Slow, sloppy lovemaking often left the dragon's insides swimming in Arden's approval, while a tight hole provided a more meager, quick finish.

"Ahh. If you could see this sight..." Arden praised, staring hungrily at the pouting hole twitching around his cock. "Like an eager mouth, wet and supple. Feels like heaven." Thrusting forward, he smeared his cockhead through unresisting walls, seeking the spots that brought sounds of approval from the presenting dragon. "Perhaps I don't need to loosen you up after all."

"Y-You can do anything you like." Kuna swallowed as the fox's rhythm grew heavier, slapping vulpine balls against his upturned ass. Arden was the perfect size to hammer his sweet spot, and the deliciously sloppy sounds that accompanied every thrust brought a fresh drip to his softened cock. "M-Master." He whimpered as Arden marked him with jets of pre, slickening their union.

"Is that so?" Growling playfully, the fox pushed Kuna's legs back, testing his flexibility and climbing atop his upturned rump, slamming his cock into that unresisting hole with increasing vigor. "I think I'll take you up on that offer. Allow me to reward your behavior." Draping himself over Kuna's body, he dug his foot paws into the upholstery, slamming his hips into the dragon's ass at a rhythm that threatened to start a fire with sheer friction.

Kuna's legs ached, and his hands shook with each passing moment, but Arden's ardor brought out the best in him, and he held out until slender hips slapped into his bronze rear for the last time, anointing his innards with countless spurts of his master's approval. All the while, Arden's knot popped in and out of him, adding the litany of squelching noises, but he could barely focus on anything but the pleasure radiating through his body.

A thin stream of cum leaked from his cock, meekly announcing his pleasure with its watery trail, and then they were done, leaving him with a dripping hole and soul-deep exhaustion. Tugging his pants back on and tucking his tail between his legs to prevent a spreading stain from his master's leaking gift, he barely managed to gather his wits before the carriage stopped.

"Arden! How are you?! We've been expecting you." A greasy-looking seal greeted them as they disembarked, his eyes darting from side to side as if hiding something. Bowing before the fennec, he cringed away from the cold stare Arden fixed on him, his face coated with worry. "W-We've just received the newest shipment of Friar's Folly. I've heard you'd like to grow it, so I prepared some samples and seeds."

"Your respect rings hollow, Tonsef. I have not forgotten your drunken attempts to force yourself on me. If you weren't so adept at your chosen trades, you'd be a beggar by now." Arden waved his hand imperiously, his unwrinkled merchant's uniform showing no hint of the insatiable beast he unleashed on Kuna's rear moments before. "We have urgent business to discuss. Show me to your mistress's office."

Kuna couldn't help but notice how the manor's staff seemed unable to meet his eyes, and they stepped instinctively out of his way as the sweating seal led them through gaudy halls. Strangely, Kuna understood. As lovable and kind as his master was, he was terrifying when you crossed him. Size meant nothing with the diplomatic power the former whore wielded. As the country's largest agricultural exporter, he might even be more important than royalty. Without food, even the mightiest empire crumbles.

Soon enough, they reached a quiet, dimly lit room, and the seal disappeared, slamming his head into a wall while attempting to bow. A figure moved in the dark, and a glowing pair of golden eyes blinked into existence behind a desk, followed by a purring voice. "Arden! Welcome." A genuine tone and an exotic accent accompanied the feline presence, and bright orange and black stripes materialized in flickering candlelight, bare fur framing a simple black dress that accentuated swishing curves. "I hope this visit is under less 'sad' circumstances than the last."

"Marina! You don't look a single day older than I last saw you. Still nocturnal, I see." In an uncharacteristically chipper move, Arden threw his arms around the tigress, ears twitching as he squeezed her tightly. "No, I'm not here to tell you that I've lost ANOTHER husband. Rather, I'd like to check on the progress of our new 'imports.'"

Patting Arden's head in a motherly motion, Marina looked from him to Kuna, shaking her head. "I assume he's not the hired sword he appears to be, then. You have intriguing preferences." Shrugging, the tigress leans against her desk, tail twitching as she focuses on Arden. "Our 'imports' are doing just fine. I've even managed to secure an extra shipment. We should be able to start replacing the slaves soon."

No doubt noticing Kuna's lost expression, Arden motioned to him, perching on his knee and settling into the crook of his arm as he sat in the indicated seat. "Ah yes, I haven't let you in on my little secret." Lowering his voice, he beams, appearing quite proud of himself. "Marina here was an 'import' herself. As were my parents, though I was born after they were already here."

"Our young master here is ambitious. Control over the country's food supply and a stranglehold on the royal family's balls wasn't enough." Marina continues Arden's train of thought, showing a mouthful of predatory teeth in a motherly smile. "I must admit, I wasn't on board at first, but it's hard to deny how many people he's helped. Myself included. From the manor's reluctant whore, to its mistress. I have my sweet little dalliance, though she's here willingly."

"To put it simply, I'm offering those that escape their masters a chance at a new life. Fair wages, a home, and safety, and in return, they provide a workforce to replace the slaves I have to use out of necessity. All voluntary, of course. No whips, no chains, just a better life. Funnily enough, productivity is leaps and bounds above what it was under taskmasters and plantation owners." Arden explains, propping his chin on one paw.

"The few farms we've staffed are fueling obscene profits. Enough to accelerate plans to bring in more. If not for the secrecy required, we'd be able to supply the entire continent before long. If only the royals weren't so against repatriation." Marina sighs, shaking her head. "Our ships should arrive within the week. I assume that's why you're here. Planning to look over the logistics?"

"You know me too well. I was growing tired of sitting around. I miss the excitement." Arden stretched, patting Kuna's arm. "My pet's been a great help in alleviating boredom, but I CRAVE conflict. Turn me toward anyone blocking our efforts and let me work."

As the two settled into an animated discussion about the price of crops and the logistics of smuggling former slaves past the border, Kuna digested the information they dumped in his lap. The awful conditions he grew up in were under attack, and he couldn't be more grateful for that, but he worried for his master's health. Surely slavers wouldn't take kindly to something that would put them out of business, let alone a royal family finding out that their loyal vassal was breaking the law so flippantly.

Slipping his arms around Arden's midsection, the dragon settled in, feeling a surge of protective feelings fluttering in his stomach. His bodyguard costume was little more than a flimsy excuse to keep those that might judge Arden from questioning his presence, but he wondered if he might step more fully into that role. Arden was resilient and confident, not to mention a fantastic lover, but he was physically frail.

Resolving to broach the subject later, he listened to Arden's voice, though most of the details went over his head. What started as desire, raw and untamed, had morphed into something Kuna didn't think was possible for him. Love. And he would protect it with his life if need be.