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“Things were looking up."

The Holy City served as a great marvel of Dwarf architecture, perfectly arrayed into the form of a giant wheel with the Grand Cathedral at its core and eight vast districts expanding from the centre. Every building was pristine white, every corner a perfect ninety degrees, black tar roads absolutely straight, and every plaza the arena of some monument or decorative statue dedicated to the Gods of the Trinity Faith. Khut appreciated the orderly nature of it all, the logical placement of structures, and arrangement of marketplaces and services. It juxtaposed well with the organised chaos of the Rot-Tail tribe, comparable in coherency but opposed in execution.

Over the last three months she'd grown used to this new environment and become rather comfortable in it. While her Husband would spend most days amongst the Gryphons in his new role as a Knight of the Holy City, she used her time well acclimatising to civilisation and educating herself on a variety of topics at the Second District Library. The Skaven now dressed as a human would – albeit a very short one. Aside from her collar, which marked her as a Slave of the Beastmaster Raphael. She carried also a satchel and guarded it closely.

Within were a few rather valuable tomes. A medical journal focusing on the reproductive processes of egg-laying Monster species, a cookbook, an abridged history of the Northern Lowlands, and hidden away between them all - a rather trashy romance novel she went to great lengths to conceal. She rode on the back of a Gryphon, sharing the saddle with a one-armed Felyne who had filled the sacks draped over Talion's haunches with a considerable amount of foodstuffs, for quite a lot was needed for their growing family.

They rounded onto another street, long and wide with an obelisk which cast an enormous shadow. That shadow would advance down the pathway as the sun had it lengthen through the course of the day as if it could stride the distance of the road beside you. It was called the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, and for some reason she could not fathom, the name had Raphael cringe atrociously. He seemed to find a sour look every time he read a street sign, muttering something about 'accursed memelord heroes'. Khut adjusted her posture upon the saddle and spoke, “I am still unhappy-annoyed that I was not consulted when Master decided to become a Knight."

Not only the Slave, but she also addressed the Mount as well, aware that he could understand her despite them lacking the capability to reply in a language that it was possible for her to parse meaning from, “And all so that he could take possession of burden-beast Gryphon."

That earned a squark of indignation, and Bravura intervened, “It is Meowster's right to do as he wills. As his Pets – his Slaves – we are his belongings. He doesn't have to tell us anything."

The Skaven rolled her crimson eyes, “Of course you would say that, cripple-slut. You are just like burden-beast and smelly-fool." She made no secret of her disdain, “All three of you male Pets have nothing on your minds but sex-fuck. Not thinking-thought about the future at all. Just tail-raise and leave it all to Master."

It was snowing and there were few people about, those that were all huddled into heavy cloaks. Even Talion had a great caparison draped over his body to provide some cover from the winter weather. The Skaven however had borrowed Raphael's Ring of Warmth, wearing it as if it were a wedding band, and sat proudly side-saddle in her short-hemmed dress. Her nose twitched, “Master is now a Knight and has to battle-fight the Black Fiend of the North. We should run-flee the city together before it is razed by her fire-death. If Master engages them, he might get hurt-killed. Why is Master such a fool-idiot sometimes!?"

Their Mount flicked his wings beneath his caparison, jostling the pair in the saddle. His language of trills, squarks, and the subtle movements of his body was not one which they could understand, but he could not remain silent, “It is because our Master is capable of thinking about someone other than himself! He wants to protect this city, and to protect us! Because he has a noble heart! Unlike you!"

Bravura however was slightly more perceptive, “Mew are worried about him."

It was enough to ignite a scowl in Khut, which evolved into quite the pout, “Of course-yes, I am. If something happens-befalls him, then all of us are in trouble. It's not like I'm worried-scared because I like-love him. I'm not the same as you fawning slut-whores."

Talion continued his trudge through the snow, already composing the scathing report he would deliver to his Master regarding the Skaven on his back. Bravura however had developed a little bit of cheek about him. Now more confident in his position as the Beastmaster's sextoy, and finding that his role in maintaining the Household was quite a vital one, he'd regained a little of his Felyne playfulness in that security, “Then, I suppose mew won't mind if Tal, Alp, and I, have Sir all to ourselves. He can fuck us all he wants without mew complaining all the time. Pawfect."

“I alone am the Wife, top-best Pet." She seethed, “You males are a burden-beast Mount, a cripple-slut Slave, and a smelly-fool Bitch."

The cat purred softly, “It must really eat you up that Kara beat mew to having his kittens, huh?"

Beneath them, Talion trilled encouragingly, “You tell her, Ra. Hit this honourless shrew where it hurts!"

Khut wholeheartedly wished that the Felyne would go back to being the resigned and obedient Slave he had been on the day that Raphael had brought him home. It was no wonder that he'd managed to piss off a craftsman enough for them to call the Knights and have a Gryphon set on him. She considered her response, part of her thinking that to say anything at all would undoubtedly continue an argument in which he had gained the greatest amount of ground. But the rest of her was unable to concede even an inch more of it, “Lazy-Brute Deathclaw was first by chance."

It was a weak line, and as Bravura sensed opportunity he pressed on, “Come on. Don't you think it's time mew were honest? Everyone loves Meowster. Meowster loves us." He adjusted his grip of the saddle, always struggling with only one arm, “But, Meowster is more than just one of us can handle. He needs a whole Meownster harem. Can't we all get along?"

The Skaven scoffed, regaining her momentum, “Sounds like weak-defeat talk. I am the Wife, top-best Pet."

Talion added his mutterings, “If it to be a Harem, then I shall lead it. I alone am handsome and noble enough. The only worthy Pet."

With a heavy sigh, the Felyne deflated, his idea of a truce vanishing into the winter wind as he was rejected by Khut, intuited the gist of Talion, and imagined that no other Pet would accept anything less than the top spot either. His emerald eye became steely and determined, “If that is the case, then I shall just have to take the number one pawsition for myself!"

The Knight residences were placed in District Five, on the opposite side of the Holy City, as far away as possible from the industry of District One, the services and markets of District Two, and the entertainment sector of District Eight. And the three Pets bickered all the way home – albeit Talion's contributions were rather one sided due to the communication barrier. The Gryphon was forbidden by Holy City law to take to the air without his Knight, ground travel resulting in quite the accumulation of snow embedded into the fur of his hindpaws and his forelimbs uncomfortably cold. He found his pace increasing before the end, the promise of a hot bath setting him to a bounding advance.

Their home was a mansion worthy of the rank of Knight, a farcry from the single room they had rented on arrival in the Holy City and placed into Raphael's hands purely by luck. Or perhaps the providence of the World God. Newly built as part of a city expansion up to the defensive wall, the white stone building was more than large enough for the full collection of Pets and their Master, equipped with all of the amenities required for comfortable living. It was particularly big despite being only one story tall, normally reserved for a more senior Knight, but his enlistment had lined up just right for it to fall into his lap. With a few modifications, even Talion was able to traverse the interior freely.

It was one of many incentives to draw Mages and Martials with magic and skills into the service of the Church. Every oath sworn bound them to this Trinity Theocracy, and those with such powers were a form of security against regional threats and even other nations. Of course, Adventurers were ceaselessly courted as he had been, and a combination of religion and strict discipline kept those that adopted the lifestyle of a Knight in line. For Raphael it was simple, not much different to the values and standards of a modern day Soldier – with a light sprinkling of lip service to the lecherous old man of a World God that brought him to this world to begin with.

The trio of Pets arrived at an open iron gate which yielded to a snow-covered courtyard. But outside the large double doors of their home the Wolfman, Alp, barred their entry. It wasn't uncommon to see him playing the part of guard dog, and Khut would often tease him with the suggestion that Raphael should purchase a kennel for him. But today it was different. He stood with an expression of pure fury, his teeth revealed beneath his lip in a fierce snarl. There was something there that the three of them had never seen before, a vicious and feral hate.

He advanced on them the moment that they passed through the gate, ignoring the trill of warning from Talion as the Wolfman squared off against their group. He then threw the item he was carrying to the ground. It was a small backpack, carefully packed to contain all of the essentials. Dried rations of an especially long life, a few tools, waterproof sheeting and a warm blanket, and a small pouch of silver coins. The contents scattered over the pathway, and Alp pointed dramatically at the Skaven, snarling out his accusation, “Traitor!"

“Oh, shit-fuck."

A few Districts away, Raphael let out a deep sigh, drawing his fur-lined cloak closer about his body and quite wishing that he had in his possession a second Ring of Warmth. With her especially fine fur and small size, Khut really suffered in the cold weather, and it was only natural for him to pass the magic item off to her if they were both out in the snow unless he had a specific need. It was rare for him to be out without his Wolfman at the end of a leash, but no Monsters were permitted in the District Three Bank, and that is precisely where he had just come from, his account significantly diminished in contents, but in his pocket was now a valuable item indeed. A small Dracite crystal, a magical battery potent enough for a long-awaited ritual. Through its power, Kara would be elevated to true sapience, and he had worked hard to hear her speak in her true voice.

He found a slight smile. In all honesty, it was worth suffering the cold himself simply to see Khut wear the magic item as if it were a wedding band, its intrinsic properties having it shrink to fit her perfectly, and grow when returned to him. Though he couldn't help but groan as he passed another street sign, undoubtedly the doing of the travellers which preceded him from his own world. He walked along Coronation Street, intersecting with a long highway heading East – all the way to Port Hell. The Highway to Hell, it was called.

He ran his fingers through his dark hair, sweeping it back and suppressing his cringe. The World God had chosen some absolute bastards to summon here – bad enough that the [Creation] user had generated so many outlandish things, even the heroes of the Trinity Church mythos all seemed to be jackasses, nearly every street named in their honour some sort of stupid meme, “At least it's consistent…"

With a huff, he continued to mutter to himself, the street relatively clear of traffic, “Am I really so different, though? I've made a Monster Harem. I'm pursuing my desires just like these other Apex Ability users have been…" His breath misted before him with each word, his ears tinted red from the chill, “That said, I don't think I can forgive a guy that would create a Vaporeon not accurate to the game, but to the meme." He shook his head, “You hear that, World God? This place can have all of the verisimilitude it wants, but it's still a nonsense world…"

Raphael would hear the clamorous din coming from his home before reaching the gate. Fragments of words from Talion, for he could observe no body language to round out the meaning, shouting from Alp, and a roar from Kara. The entryway opened up into a great lounge, large enough for them to relax and take their meals. Wooden shutters allowed light to stream in, and a hearty fireplace provided no shortage of warmth. Much of the furniture had been pushed aside for the confrontation arrayed before him. Khut cowered behind his Deathclaw, who stood in opposition to his three male pets, her natural weapons held defensively.

He'd walked over the scattered contents of the bag to get here and could guess what this was about already. They'd barely noticed him come in, but his hand went up as he invoked his skill, “[Hold]. [Quiet]."

The Beastmaster closed the door, taking off his boots and walking the sheepskin rugs to stand between the two groups. [Tame] prevented any of his Pets from attacking each other directly, but Alp looked no less furious and Khut no less terrified, “Calm yourself." It was not an order, but the Wolfman still yielded, endeavouring to master himself, “What is happening, Alp?"

Bravura would probably have given him the most coherent answer, but instinct told him that it would be best for the Wolfman to air his grievance. They fought to control their anger, but still their voice was subsumed by a snarl, “She means to flee, Master. With stolen coin, and knowledge of your secret. You must let me kill her! You must let me tear this vermin to pieces!"

Raphael looked across his Pets and closed his eyes for a moment. This was going to be complicated to explain, “I know about the pack. It's a bug-out-bag." He levelled his tone, “Khut has always had one. Even when we were on the road, she kept a little of our supplies separate, wrapped up in a cloth and easy to take if you had to escape in a hurry. I figured she'd make something more substantial when we got to the Holy City. I knew there would be one hidden away somewhere."

She cringed, but Alp only looked confused. The Beastmaster continued, “Every Monster in this world has a racial instinct, I think. Maybe every race but humans. It's the nature of Skaven to use everyone and everything to their own ends. You can't let your guard down or allow yourself to be vulnerable if you've lived your whole life that way. Of course, she's got an insurance policy. I gave her a few extra coins for the market knowing exactly where they were going." He gave a slight sigh, “I just figured that it was my job to make sure that she never used it. I can use [Tame] to command you to do anything, but loyalty and affection is something I need to win on my own – that's what I always say."

It was his place as Master to advocate for his Pet, though it felt a little strange still to speak for someone else so completely, his speech full of assumptions, “Khut needs that pack like you need to be mastered and Talion needs to be groomed. Do you understand?"

The Wolfman snarled, flexing his claws, “I cannot accept this, Master. She defies you. She speaks as if she does not care for you at all. She says openly that she is using you. You must discipline the pack. If you will not let me kill her, then you must beat her. Rape her. Make her afraid. Tear her down into submission!"

Raphael took their collar in hand and drew them low, forcing Alp's gaze level to his own, “She is not a Wolfman. I will not treat her as one." He scowled, “You alone are my Pack Bitch. The only Lycanthrope that I'm interested in. I will not treat the rest of this pack as if they were you! Kara may be possessive of me. Khut will have her affection. Bravura shall be validated. And Talion obsessed over. And you shall be my domesticated pet. I am more than your Alpha. I am the Beastmaster."

It was a difficult concept for Alp to grapple with, a world outside of the pack dynamic, but his Master had ever spoken truth, ever been reliable, ever been his. He hated the vermin. But more than anything, he was afraid. Scared that she was using his Master, that she would harm him, and ruin forever the person that he loved. But those steel-grey eyes of theirs were determined and sure. He had grown, more than an Alpha, powerful and resilient. He could trust that strength, “I… yield to your will." His expression softened, his snarling countenance diminished, “But, I shall be watching. I am loyal. I shall protect you always, Master."

Raphael nodded his head and released their collar, “I know, Alp. I can always count on you." He understood well how hard it must have been for the Wolfman to come to terms with something outside of his nature, and he was proud that they could trust him to this extent. He surveyed the wider group, finding that Khut still hid behind his Deathclaw, concealing her face, though the Felyne and Gryphon had backed off, “Talion, there's snow on your haunches. Bravura, repack the bag on the path and run him a bath. Alp, you'll need to take the dam block out of the stream and heat up some rocks. Leave Khut to me."

The room soon cleared, this test of his authority as Beastmaster passed. He'd faced opposition before, but never a conflict quite of this scale, and it took the wind from him. Raphael placed an appreciative hand onto Kara's chest, “Well done for protecting her." And then he knelt before the Skaven, “It's safe to come out now."

After his bold declarations of Skaven racial instincts, he was prepared for contempt or some cutting remark to be fired his way. What he wasn't expecting was a flood of tears and Khut pressed into his chest clinging desperately to his shirt. He held them tightly, and after overcoming his surprise, he spoke, “It's alright. You must have been very afraid."

She huffed into his neck, “Not afraid-scared!" His cloak had descended about her shoulders, and in the darkness and the warmth she found her voice again, “That's why ran into house-home and not run-flee away!" The Skaven seemed content to talk into his neck, and he was in no hurry to release her, “Knew you would know-understand."

“I know it's hard for you to say what you're feeling. And yeah, I get a little cheeky with [Tame] sometimes, but I've never pushed too hard." He smiled over her shoulder, “I think it'd be pretty cheap for me to use it to make you spill your heart. But I know you care really. You're always planning for the future and looking out for us. You're smart. Smarter than me. I need you, Khut. I'm not going to betray you."

Raphael soothed her against his chest under the watchful eyes of Kara, giving the Skaven all the time she needed, “I think one day you'll trust me, even if it's against your nature. I don't mind waiting. Then, when you do, you can say-“

“I like-love you."

The voice was muffled, but Raphael heard it clearly.

Her fingers were twisted into his shirt, balled into fists, small claws piercing the fabric, “More than Smelly-Fool and Burden-Beast and Cripple-Slut and Lazy-Brute. Like in stupid-contrived novel. You're all that I want-need." Khut snuggled deeper into his embrace, “I am the winner-victor. First one to say-tell it."

It would have been a true faux pas for Raphael to point out that she was actually the second, but as Talion had immediately passed out after his own declaration, this was the first one that he could actually respond to. He just needed his mind to unfreeze from the paralysis of happiness for him to do so. When it did, “I love you, too." His grasp was unyielding, “Of course I do."

A long quiet passed between them, but it was not an uncomfortable one. Eventually, the Skaven would unleash her pragmatism, “Love is antithesis-opposite of Lust. Suppresses side-effects of Enchantment Magic. Best-Ideal time for ritual." Her claws were still dug in, “Just minute more in dark-warm and soft-hug…"

It was quite a bit more than a minute before they parted, returned to the world by a grunt from Kara that sounded much like the clearing of her throat. Raphael beamed, “Right, we can't forget about you either." He released the Skaven from his embrace, holding her shoulders as he drew back, “I've the Dracite in my pocket. What do we do?"

Khut swept the back of her hand across her eyes, her expression now one of business, “Right-Yes. Even with mitigation and the battery, it's still dangerous-hazardous. Spell is powerful-strong Enchantment, so will make all of us very lust-horny." She smiled, looking rather pleased despite the peril to come, “Will have to sex-fuck us while the magic takes. I have position-plan. Come-follow. But wait-stay outside until I call."

To call it a bedroom would have been inaccurate, the only word which could be called for this space was 'Lair'. Only a small amount of light made it through the shutters, and in the gloom a large mattress had been surrounded by several heaps of blankets to create a nest of sorts. There was a great impression which could only have belonged to Talion, small hollows for Khut and Bravura, a mattress space covered in shed fur to note Alp's territory, and a cushion crowned with a large egg about which Kara would coil herself.

She had passed the egg recently, the process aided greatly by Khut's magic with a spell which had the Deathclaw interpret the pain of contractions with instead sensations of pleasure. Insistent that it would ease the passage of the egg, Khut had cherrypicked information from one of her books and managed to convince him to effectively fuck the egg out her, watching all the while with no small measure of enjoyment for the show and waiting for her own turn.

When her voice called him into the room, Raphael was treated to quite the sight. Kara lay on her back, dorsal spikes cushioned by the nest, the jet-black of her armour-like primary scales melding with the darkness around her. The softer slate-grey of her underside was fully on display, her tail slowly swaying back and forth beneath her in expectation of him. Reclining upon her belly, having stripped off entirely, was his Skaven. Her white fur and pink extremities contrasted wonderfully with the other Pet. Her head was barely level with the chest of the much larger creature beneath her, but with two sets of spread legs, they were so neatly stacked for access, chest to chest with a dexterous rodent tail beckoning him forth seductively.

One pussy was pink and humanlike, the other ashen and entirely different. There was no pronounced folds or labia to Kara, with far less features to her femininity than Khut, her womanhood crowned with a hooded clit about as large as his thumb which would become more pronounced and twitch with need when she was aroused. Raphael had learned that she seemed to derive the majority of her pleasure from it, the press and grind of his body against that bundle of nerves the thing to get her to cum rather than the depth and vigour of his cock inside her. It made her especially weak to his palm and fingers, and he quite enjoyed bringing the Deathclaw to orgasm with his hands, having the large creature squirm and buck helplessly under his ministrations.

Of course, Khut required a more tender touch. In these rare moments of vulnerability, she would revel in the encompassment of his arms, the warmth of his body, drowning in affection. She liked to be fucked deeply, with her gates of her womb battered open under the force of his maleness, and his essence swelling her core. He would have to force himself not to fuck his Wife to exhaustion, for she complained if she was not able to remain conscious for an afterglow. Though, with so many Pets to tend to his needs, when she eventually succumbed to sleep he would have his Bitch or Slave to take care of him. There was a strange sadistic pleasure in having Alp lick the femcum of the person he most hated from his cock.

He disrobed immediately, letting his clothes pile up next to Khut's discarded dress, the Ring of Warmth placed atop it as if in declaration that the heat of her Master was all she wanted. Kara grunted in her simple tongue, “Breed. Again. Mate. Mine. Keep." And as he approached and placed his hand at the small of the Skaven's back, her tail encircled his arm.

Raphael slipped his cock between the pressed together femininities of his women and exhaled his satisfaction, “Fuck. I could get used to this." He held the Dracite outstretched, a clear stone which shaded to the red of Enchantment when Khut's fingers entwined with his own about it, “Do it."

Again came the wordless chant, an intonation of nonsense which his gift of languages from the World God was unable to decipher. All save one word. Karambit. To invoke a true name empowered magic tremendously, lowering the resistance of the target and expanding the effect. An Evocation mage might throw a fireball with a spell – but if they knew your name then they could summon flame directly onto your body.

If he was pressed, Raphael would declare his Deathclaw to be on the verge of sapience. Her thoughts were as simple as her capacity to communicate them, but she certainly had her own personality. Likes and dislikes, wants and attachments. That she still seduced him despite already being laden with her egg over these months spoke too of a sex drive and capacity for desire. This would be the final step, a push over the edge of an intellectual boundary and a gift of the human tongue.

Though, as the Deathclaw femininity began to copiously leak the thick slick of her femcum, and Khut's folds glistened with need, Raphael was not having such deep thoughts. He was suffering instead the immense internal turmoil of trying to decide which one of them he was going to fuck first.

The stone was shining crimson, reflected in the bloody pools of Khut's eyes. Her chant reverberated in the air, but it was only the beginning of the ritual. He was drawn along by the power of the Moon God, and unable to resist, he slowly buried himself to the hilt in his Deathclaw.

With the expanded mass of his cock, he now had significantly more to bring to bear against the large creature, though ultimately had chosen her for his own satisfaction. Of the two, only she could take the entirety of his length, and he needed the silken vice of her seizing at his maleness. Khut squeaked, interrupting her chant as he seized the base of her tail in his hand and forced her down, pressing her small clit against Kara's overlarge one and grinding them together wantonly. It took only a few movements before Khut took over the rolling of her hips herself, heaving her breaths between lines of her ritual magic as pleasure took hold.

Kara was always very productive, but the effect of the Enchantment magic was extreme. From Raphael's first thrust, there was a lewd slapping noise as his orbs swayed against her slick opening, drawing back strings of thick femcum. There was a pool forming where the slight cant of her hips had created a slight divot beneath her tail, her reptilian ass flexing as she moaned out her pleasure heartily.

He thrust his hips with vigour, “I know you like this, Kara. Pressure on your lewd clit with a cock inside you. That's why you usually thrust your chest to the floor and raise up your tail – because you like to feel my balls slapping against your underside or my thumb grinding you for pleasure." Raphael took control from his Skaven, pushing and pulling her in a sawing motion, delighting in the spasm of the reptilian cunt he was hilted in, “A shame you won't pass another egg for a year or two, or maybe I'd knock you up all over again…"

Khut's swaying stopped as something caught, and a quick glance down confirmed his suspicions. That thumb sized clit of his Mate was fully engorged, and had slipped inside the pussy of his Skaven. It was enough for Kara to bellow out her orgasm, and for Raphael to spill his essence from the sheer eroticism of the sight. The light from the crystal was beginning to dim, the integrity of it becoming soft in his hand, and little by little it diminished to nothing, like a melting ice-cube. The casting of the ritual was complete, now all that remained was for the effect to take.

Freed of the need to chant, Khut had only one demand, “Sex-Fuck me, now!"

Of course, he complied. With a cock slickened by the olive oil consistency thick femcum of the Deathclaw, Raphael pressed into his rat-wife with only the slightest resistance. Her heat was overwhelming, driven up like a fire by the casting of the ritual, her whole body spasming as the Skaven immediately came, her senses twisted entirely to pleasure in the aftermath of her magic. She could take only half of his cock before he reached the barrier of her cervix, but that was enough for him to pound at for his own satisfaction.

“Maybe there's another egg on the way already?" Raphael teased, “I might knock up Kara twice before you once."

Khut's mind was lost to pleasure, her Sin of Lust exerting itself over her thoughts, “Not if I lick-suck all of your seed out of her!" Now that was something he'd like to see, “All belongs in my belly-womb!"

A womb he'd forced his cock into in record time, her Lust infused body yielding to him entirely. He moaned out his own pleasure, leaking precum as prodigiously as Kara had been as he worked his way towards his second orgasm, “You're that desperate to get pregnant next?"

Her magic twisted her mind to depravity, kept only at bay by the pleasure her husband was imparting to her. But it did not stop an unfiltered fantasy screamed into the lair, “I'll give you many-lots of ratlings! Bring up to worship-revere you! Raise them to one day join Harem and bow down to Master-Husband! Make whole tribe with perfect cock-cum!"

She cried out her pleasure as he came hard and deep, her tail twisting about his arm and squeezing tightly as her body spasmed. The seduction of Lust had filled the air, and this ritual fed on such depravities. It was difficult not to be swept up along with it, and he pulled himself free of her gaped cunt for his pearlescent essence to drop down onto the Deathclaw.

There was a new brightness to those reptilian eyes, and as he sheathed himself again inside her, she finally managed her first word, spoken as if she was gargling rocks, “Mas…ter…"

Within her moans was a new depth, a tone to indicate something behind them beyond mere pleasure, each infused with a desire for more, “Mine…" She spoke the word she had repeated so often in her native tongue and body language, her legs coming up to wrap around Raphael and force him to remain hilted, “Mate… Keep."

And with her lethal claws, she took Khut into her grasp, holding her secure, legs spread wide with their cunts pressed hard together, “Weak. Family. Protect."

There was more thought behind the words than she yet had the capacity to put into full sentences, but Khut had assured him that she would quite rapidly evolve to the point of being capable of full conversations. What was displayed here was the core of her personality, developed beyond the animalistic. Possessive and protective, she saw the Skaven lost to mindless pleasure and presented them now to Raphael for him to quite literally fuck the sense back into her.

Khut blinked, and bit her lip, finding herself, “I… have a request-need." There was a moment of silence to follow, and she gave voice to her want, “You are too big-huge. Even when you sex-fuck up to my womb. I want all of you inside-within me." She closed her eyes and swallowed, “Use lazy-brute cum-slick. Sex-fuck under tail."

Raphael grinned, his own mind clearing as Kara forced them to their senses by locking their motions and forcing them to speak. The Deathclaw released him, finding her own grumbling moan as the shuffling of a grateful Khut slipped that overlarge clit back into her drooling femininity. The Beastmaster now had work to do.

He reached down, collecting lubrication from Kara on his fingers, and while holding the Skaven tail aloft, he found puckered pink, and slowly pressed a single digit inside her. Khut whimpered pathetically, and he found himself to be wearing a slightly sadistic smile as he transferred yet more slick from the lowermost female. One finger became two, pushing back and forth in a gentle rhythm as his rat-wife bit her lip and panted into the embrace of Kara. She was being held quite firmly, just as she liked, her fur pinned between scale and skin.

Her internal heat was even more intense here, her whole body still burning up despite the diminishing of the Lust effect that Kara had calmed them into. Raphael took his time working on her, despite the urgency of her arousal, determined to make this as enjoyable an experience as was possible. Her small claws were scrabbling against the Deathclaw's armour to no avail, her whimpering unceasing, but still he remained slow and steady as he shifted his fingers back and forth, occasionally pausing to add more slick.

Every time she tried to speak, he'd twist his digits, killing her voice with a squeak which Kara's skull-like face expressed amusement at. There was something maternal about the care she was taking to hold down the Skaven, and it was enough for Raphael to start to get the measure of her character. He shared a look with her as he at last pulled back, placing the head of his cock at an undertail he'd spent so much effort loosening, and with great effort he spread her wide with his first few inches.

“Ah! Too big-huge!" He paused immediately, “No-don't stop!" She had braced herself, “Feel so full-whole." Khut shuffled slightly, and it was enough to draw a gasp of pained pleasure from the Beastmaster as well as her tight insides crushed his maleness, “Need-Want more. I'm all for you-yours."

With that endorsement, Raphael set himself to the task of sheathing himself inside the Skaven entirely, little by little, inch by inch, sinking a foot of cock into heated pleasure. She panted and whined, bucking and clawing, squeaking and begging, for the entirety of the motion, his advance marked by the great bulge of her abdomen and the cum forced from her stuffed cunt by the tightness of this press. She lacked the inherent stretchiness of his Felyne, but made up for it with her larger body, heightened lust, and sheer determination. Hilting was a triumph celebrated by the twitching of her femininity in a furious orgasm, and it was difficult for Raphael not to cascade into his own after her.

He grit his teeth and held on, and then drew back, pulling her with him, sitting down with her in his lap for the Deathclaw to look down and observe them both between her enormous legs. The bulge of her belly was phenomenally lewd, her femininity streaming, chest heaving, and his hands grasped at her small breasts to make sport of them between his fingers.

She took a quivering breath, feeling like she was at the brink of a wonderous ascension. And then her eyes closed, “I surrender-give up." His body was wrapped around hers, all of his warmth, his embrace, his love, “I belong to Master-Husband." She took a breath, “I mean-promise it. No more escape-bag. No more fear-scared." She placed her hands over his, “Now, sex-fuck me."

Her endurance had never been the greatest, and her first anal fuck destroyed her stamina with every thrust as Raphael bounced the Skaven in his lap, but her adulations of joy could not be grander. Her dedication was her submission, her destiny now bound to his, and it lifted the weight from her shoulders. She was full, full of warmth, full of love, full of cock. And all was right with the world.

Raphael snarled out his orgasm, and kept fucking her straight through it, his thrusts accompanied by the thick ropes of his essence forced deep into her core. He felt her submission instinctually, as he had with every other Pet, the sensation intrinsic to [Tame] telling him that he now owned this Monster down to their very Soul. It came with such a sense of power, such a wonderful fulfilment that he had not taken her, but she had gifted herself. Loyalty and affection he had earned, not compelled.

So, naturally – he was due his reward. His arms hooked beneath her knees and he lifted the Skaven high, bringing himself to his feet to hold her high above a curious Kara. And he fucked her, hard and vicious, with his arms wrapped about her body and crushing her to his chest, thrusting upwards into the embrace as her cunt spasmed around nothing in orgasm, and another load of his seed ran from her abused undertail to drain down the length of her tail.

“Please-more!" Be it the aftermath of the Enchantment magic, an affirmation of love, or just sheer fucking horniness, Khut was insatiable. She moaned whorishly, crowning the deepest thrusts with excited squeaks of pained pleasure, “All-holes yours! Whenever you want-need! Give more warm-hug! More soft-kiss! More sex-fuck! More you-Master!"

Raphael left her at the brink of exhaustion, until at last unsheathing himself and observing his handiwork. Her undertail was gaped open lewdly, flexing slightly but refusing to close up. He could not see much in the gloom of the Lair, but cascading from her hole was such a mess of cum that he could not help but feel satisfied. Almost.

The Beastmaster placed down his charge onto Kara's abdomen, and set his cock at her reptilian slit, the light shade of his shaft set against her ashen grey. And as he pushed in, he brought the Skaven's face over to that engorged clit and trusted that she knew what to do. Khut did not disappoint.

She sheathed her large incisors with her lips, and suckled that dark bundle of nerves into her mouth, her nose bumping against Raphael's femcum soaked abdomen at the peak of each thrust. Kara's thoughtful expression was shot through with pleasure, the intimidating visage of a Deathclaw made rather cute by the submissive pleasure of rut. She had surrendered herself to him a long time ago, and in return had staked this claim of ownership, marking her Master with her scent, her scales an aegis for him and all that he owned. Especially Khut. She liked Khut. Even more so when her tongue was lapping against her clit.

Raphael invoked a great feat of knightly strength, lifting Kara's haunches up, the muscles of his arms bulging as he grappled with her legs, abrasive scales scuffing his flesh as he slammed down with his hips from this new angle. He handled her roughly despite his smaller stature, putting forth every effort to make her his, to demonstrate his power beyond [Tame], the determination of his manhood. Her eyes rolled back, and she came so hard she saw stars.

There was much fun for the Beastmaster to have yet. His Deathclaw he would fuck until she fainted. His Skaven he would bring to the brink and send to slumber in his arms with his orgasm licked from inside Kara soaking the fur of her face.

But, on the other side of the mansion, his three remaining Pets were locked in discussion.

A small stream ran through their courtyard, pure and clean, drawn up through the filter of ancient rocks by some magical contraption. Removing a dam block would have it flow into their bathroom, and stones left in the fireplace could be added to apply heat. At the centre of that room, a large cavity was dug into the earth, now filled with steaming water deep enough for Talion to fully submerge himself and equipped with all of the jets and fixtures of the Gryphon fountain found at the North Garrison. The walls and floor were tiled with mosaics arranged into a pattern depicting the three diamonds of the Trinity, with one side lined with wooden slats which allowed the daylight to stream in along with a few stray snowflakes, and a now plugged grate with a channel for the stream to flow.

Within that pool lounged Alp, Bravura, and Talion. The Felyne looked quite in his element, reclining against the edge of the pool with a folded towel atop his head and entirely relaxed. The Gryphon had tucked his limbs beneath him and with his top half emerging from the steam could be mistaken for a Roc at a glance. While Alp remained alert, his ears flicking on occasion to the sound of a distant squeak or bellow.

Bravura continued their conversation, his tone as indolent as his body, “Mew backed down a lot more easily than I expected in the end." It was not a provocation, simply an observation, and he made it clear by the lack of energy he put into the statement.

The Wolfman responded more seriously, “It is obvious." He took a slow breath, his thick fur stirred about him in the water, his expression pensive, “Sometimes Master says or does things that I do not understand. But Master is always right. He is the Alpha. He pulled my collar and reminded me. All I have to think about is how to serve him and how to protect him."

There was a chirp from the Gryphon, and Talion flapped his wings, dispelling the steam and bringing much needed cooler air in its wake, “Very Knightly. I approve."

With only limited knowledge of the world beyond the Holy City, the Felyne pressed further, “Aren't mew supposed to be trying to usurp Meowster? Don't mew want to be the leader? Wild Wolfman pawks sound like absolute chaos."

Alp shook his head, resolute, “Even if I was not [Tame]d, Master is my Alpha. All things belong to him. We three understand. We know our place. This is why I hate the vermin. She thinks she is his equal."

“I don't know about that. The other two have surrendered to him as well. They just aren't as overt about it." Bravura blinked the moisture from his remaining eye, “Everyone has been getting so meowshy with their feelings lately. We're one big Meownster Harem with Meowster in the middle. Everyone wants to be number one in his heart."

Alp huffed, “You are good packmates. I will not forget that you both stood at my side this day." His grin was appropriately wolfish, “But I will not back down. I will be Master's favourite."

Talion chirped enthusiastically, “I accept your challenge. I too, shall not yield."

The cat was about to add his own affirmation, intuiting to an extent that the Gryphon was also in agreement, but the sound of footsteps outside the door had him pause. There had been no further noises from the other side of the mansion for some time now, and that meant only one thing. He pulled himself from the water, and at the poolside he fell to his knees in a deferent submission towards the door, “You two can duke it out over there if mew want. As for meow – I'm going to go get fucked stupid. Good evening, Meowster! Your Slave is ready for you!"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to User NightSound for their endorsement of my attempts at m/m (I'm still quite new at writing that sort of content, so I especially appreciate it), for their insights and encouragement as well. To User AirWall for their suggestion of a kobold male and female duo for a future chapter in arc two (which I guess I'm almost certainly doing now), and for their fine compliments. To User TrailsToRide, I'm glad you're happy with the two characters that came from your suggestions! To User Sewuyy for encouraging more pregnancy and their kind words. And to the common fixture of user AaAAaAaAaAAAaaHhHhhHhh - I'm overjoyed you hold this story in such high esteem.

Thank you for everyone that commented, faved, voted, or just read it and had fun in the endeavour. I really appreciate all of the encouragement and the suggestions - of the six Pets in the first arc, four of them are from the comments. And it looks like the first two for the next arc are straight from the comments already. I really rely on your input to guide the story forward, and as long as I can do chapters with characters and events that interest you, I'll keep writing.

I really wanted to write an egg laying scene for this entry. But after writing two full versions, I ended up binning both, then everything else as well before starting over. Despite my best efforts, it just wasn't working at all. So, sorry for anyone that may have been looking forward to it. It's beyond my talent.

There's probably one more chapter to go for this arc, that being the Manticore suggested by User NightSound. I'm not sure yet if I'll then round things off with an obligatory orgy epilogue, or have an extra large final chapter that gathers up some of the loose ends into a bundle before we move on to deal with the one that will be left dangling. Either way, thank you again for reading. As always, I'll credit every comment I get, as it's these inputs that I'm using to craft the story going forward, it's as much yours as mine. If anyone has any ideas for creatures they would like to see, terrible puns for Holy City street names, or has any other suggestions, please don't hesitate to post.

Have a most excellent day.