The Noble's Fall
The Noble's Fall
The invaders had broken the inner wall. The city has fallen. Only time will tell how much longer the defense in manor will hold. A fox noble will learn that there is price to be paid even if he surrenders unconditionally to the invaders.
Author Notes : This story is fiction and contains materials that are intended for adults over the age of 18 or the minimal age of consent in your country. If you are under aged or not mature enough to accept the material contained within, please refrain from reading. Thank you.
Second Note : English is not my first language. But that is not an excuse for me to not use proper English grammar, as I intended for this to be enjoyed by English speaking audience. If you found any mistake and grammatical errors, please correct me so I can get better. Your help is much appreciated. Thank you.
Tags : M/M, Fox, Wolf, Slavery, N/C, Humiliation, Anal
The fox frowned. He could see clearly from where he stood. The Iron Gate that stood between him and his doom couldn't handle much more punishment. The screw that held the gate together grew loose with each ram. The force of the ram was so powerful that the ground shook each time it hit the gate.
"My lord, please escape!" One of the soldiers warned his master. Hopelessness is clear on his face. He realized with just six soldiers and handful servants, there is no way they can stop the invading forces.
The noble fox knows what's at stake. But he just can't leave his lands and his subject like that. What kind of leader that turn tail while every single one of his underlings fighting so hard for him. "I have nowhere else to go beside here. This is my home, our home. We will protect it together."
"My lord! Please!"
With a loud boom the Iron Gate collapsed. It seems they just used the battering ram to weaken the gate and finished the job with explosive. Several full armed wolf struck fast and swift, subduing the poorly equipped soldiers. Behind the smoke, stood a large wolf, larger than the wolves who struck down the soldiers, probably he is the leader of the forces.
The large wolf shouldered his war axe. His furs are bright silver. And he only has one eye. He wore a black eye patch to cover the broken eye. His heavy armor is bright red from slaughtering countless lives. "I see, so the lord of this land is still a child. No wonder the defenses are so easily breached."
The fox walked forward. He knew the wolf just that just to belittle him. He is obviously over twenty. "I might look like a child to you. But I am aware of my responsibilities. If I surrendered this land to you, can you promise the safety of my people?"
The wolf laughed, followed by the other wolves in that room. "Oh you are very funny. Very very funny." The large wolf then turned to face his soldiers, "Tell me my kinsmen. When was I, the great Lazarus of the north, agreed to a treaty made by a loser?"
"NEVEEER!!!" All the wolves shouted at the same time.
Lazarus pushed the fox to the ground and put his sword to his neck, "Listen to me, cub. In case you didn't get it, let me spell it to you. Your land is finished, YOU are finished. YOUR people are FUCKED! Got it?"
Instead of answering directly, the young noble use his time to look at each of his loyal subjects. The soldiers are cowering under the big wolves who pinned each of them. The servants are shivering in fear, unable to talk or do anything. They are outnumbered, outarmed, and hopeless. If there is the similarity among all of them is that each and every one holding their breath, awaiting answer from their beloved lord.
"I understand." The young noble finally said, "I, Lord Fauxa, the thirteenth and last descendant of McFox family, surrender the land of Noble Fall to Lazarus of the north, unconditionally."
Lazarus laughed as hard as he could after hearing that, a laugh so barbaric that reserved only to barbaric invader race like him. The laughter echoed the halls. Destroying every last bit of hope the soldiers of Noble Fall have. They know they had lost. And their land is now just an addition for the wolf to further his ambition to conquer the land.
"Prepare him!" Lazarus shouted his order. Two squire wolves bowed and quickly removed every bit of clothing Fauxa has. They collared the once noble fox with a heavy black iron collar. Both of the wolves then tied the noble's hand tightly and forced the fox on his knees.
Fauxa's servants know full aware that it's the time when the invading force will execute the lord and carried his head on a pike to show everyone in the town that their leader and their land has fallen. Fauxa also think that is what his fate will be after he declared surrender. But it seems Lazarus go by different rules. Looks like he won't grant the lords he defeated an honorable defeat.
Lazarus attached a leash to the collar and tugged it, "We are going to have a walk, cub."
Fauxa lowered his head. It's one thing when you are marched through the city only with your head on pike. But it's a completely different thing when you are marched while naked, tied up, collared, and leashed, with the leash in the hand of the enemy that just invaded and ravaged your land. Humiliated does not even close to describe what he felt right now.
Fauxa is not alone though. Several of his surviving knights and servants are also marched behind him. But at the very least they keep their dignity where he is not. And the numbers is greatly reduced. What used to be hundreds, now only dozens left. The rest had been killed when the royal manor was breached. And they are the lucky ones.
The town is in a sorrier state than the manor. The Northern Wolves didn't hold back when they started pillaging the city. A lot of houses were robbed, destroyed and burned. The markets are the worst, as there are not even traces of there being a market anymore, being a primary target of robberies. Schools and libraries are also destroyed, countless of priceless scrolls of knowledge and history probably destroyed by now. But what hit the hardest is one of the national treasures that McFox family had taken care for thirteenth generations, the grand cathedral, is now nothing but rubble.
There are some big fires across the town. It's not the fact that there are still fires even after the invasion is over that made Fauxa sick, and also not what they used for. The wolves have started to dispose the dead bodies resulted from the invasion. And they do that by throwing the dead bodies into the fire. Among the dead bodies are women and children. It sickens him that the invading wolves didn't even have even a slight consideration to spare at the very least the women and children. The two he watched didn't even blink when they just thrown a corpse of a dead child into the fire.
Finally, they reached the town square. Every survivor of the invasion was already gathered there. They are obviously in fear and panicking about what their future will be. Some of them are still catatonic from the horrors they experienced during the raid. The wolves thankfully kept them in check, by pointing their weapons at the crowd.
Fauxa was dragged onto the stand, a place where he usually stood when he made public announcement. His subjects are forced on their knees under the stand. The fox could see his people gasped in horror when they saw him in such humiliating condition. Lazarus forced the noble on his knees as he made a public announcement himself.
"People of Noble Fall," Lazarus started his speech, tone of arrogance is clear on his voice, "I have to admit, I really envied your land. You have fertile grounds that crop could grow easily without much effort. Your town is in the middle of a very strategic trade route. You are rich in culture. You are even surrounded by such beautiful scenery. We, of northern continent didn't have such luxuries. We have to fight just to live. During all that fight for survival, I convinced my kin, why don't we conquer the southern continent? Their fertile land will become ours."
"Yours are the third," Lazarus continued, "The first was a port town, they surrendered, and they are alive now. The second was not so lucky, they resisted till the end and we slaughtered them all. I am not a barbarian, so I will let your lord choose what's best for you."
Fauxa closed his eyes. He couldn't bear the eyes of his people placed their hope into him. They are in fear. He knew what lies on the end of both choices, and none of them are pleasant. But his people didn't know that. All they wish is that they could continue to see through tomorrow, and he couldn't betray those who placed hope in him.
"We surrender." The word was hard. Considering what he just subjected his people into. "This, is what you wanted from the start, right?"
"Damn right! You are smart for a cub. Since you are so smart, I will let you to explain the conditions of surrendering to the Northern Wolves. If you please?"
Fauxa lowered his ears. He couldn't face his people. The humiliation of being presented naked in front of his people was hard enough. And now the burden of explaining their fate is placed on his shoulder. "We... Since we surrender ourselves to Northern Wolves, our lives will be spared..." Fauxa couldn't choose any better words to tell them the message, "...But we are effectively their slaves from now on."
A gasp of curses and denials emanates from the crowd, though it is quickly controlled by the wolf soldiers around them.
"Your lord has spoken. If any of you disagree, you can present yourself to one of my soldiers to be killed." Lazarus words silences the entire crowd. None dare to move or speak a word anymore. "Nobody complained? Good, you should thank your lord for giving you a chance to live."
"Now to seal the deal," Lazarus clapped his hands and two wolves who prepared Fauxa earlier climbed on the stage. They moved swiftly to remove Lazarus' bloodstained heavy armor piece by piece and put it aside on the stand, until the wolf is wearing only his underclothes. He then removed his trousers and pushed the kneeling fox to his massive member, "Suck my cock."
Fauxa wiggled free and backed down, "You destroyed my land, enslaved my people, presented me naked and vulnerable in front of my subjects, now you demanded me to subject to your uncultured desire! Just how much more until you are satisfied? We lose, you win! Can't you leave us with at least our dignity intact?"
Lazarus did not take kindly to this. He pulled the leash hard, and the collared fox fell on his face hard. The larger wolf then stomped the downed noble, "I think you didn't understand the situation yet, cub. The deal is not sealed unless you subjected to me. Sucking the winner's cock, submitting his whole existence to the victor is the only way for the loser's request a chance to be heard. Sure, you can refuse and save your dignity, or what's left of it. But that means the deal is null, and every single one of you will be slaughtered in this instant, is that what you want?"
Fauxa closed his eyes. The hardest part of being a noble is how the life of every single one of his people rest on his hands, each life is his responsibility. But never had he realized the weight of such task until now. The safety of his people depends on him descending to the lowest place imaginable for a sentient being. It will be better if the wolf had just taken his head and get over with it. But what he demanded, to do that in front of everyone, it's just too much.
Fauxa finally stood on his knees, his head bow down, "I understand..." The young fox opens his muzzle and closed it around the wolf's big malehood. He closed his eyes. He can't bear to see the eyes of his subject seeing their lord subjecting to another male like that.
The people of Noble Fall didn't take it well. Some break down and crying. The others turned their face away so they won't see the humiliation of their beloved lord. The surviving soldiers cursed their ineptitude to protect their lord, so he is forced to do such humiliating act.
Lazarus held Fauxa's head so it's stays there. "My brothers!" Lazarus shouted, gaining attention from every wolf in vicinity, "The ritual is finished! Noble Fall is ours! Tell everyone that we will feast and party until the day is over! Take everything! And teach our new slaves what it means to be Northern Wolf's slaves!"
The wolves howled proudly. That's a sign for the others that victory has been achieved. Every wolves who heard the howl of victory in turn howled to send the message further. Until the wolf howl echoed the entire town. They are so proud of that howl that it lasted more than ten minutes.
Lazarus stroked Fauxa's headfur. His smug smile haven't leave his face, "Now you are no longer a noble. You are now on the same level as that lowly and dirty servant you have. Must be nice eh? You don't have to worry about logistic and that political stuff anymore. All you have to do is serve your master with every fiber in your body."
"Yes..." Fauxa swallowed his saliva. The next word is very hard to say. He woke up a noble and will sleep as a slave tonight. It was such a long and hard fall. But what can he say about it. The fact that he is still alive is more than a little comforting. He swallowed his pride and mutters the words, "Yes, master."
Lazarus grinned wide. It seems his newest noble slave will not take much to break. There is no resistance, no refusal, he didn't even show too much hesitation unlike the previous ones. Despite being a noble who control lives of many people, his newest catch has quite a lot potential to be an obedient slave, a fact that he will abuse to no end. The large wolf pushed the fox on his back. His canine member has been hard and twitching for a long time since the fox put it in his mouth.
Fauxa's eyes widens in fear. He knew what the wolf intend to do. He will subject if that's what his master wants. But the place and the time is highly inappropriate to do that. "Master, please. Not here. Not in front of my subjects."
Lazarus grinned and slapped the fox. Not too hard but still effective to remind a slave about his place. "I choose when and where I want to use you. And besides, they are no longer your subjects. They are your fellow slaves. And I think nobody will mind." Lazarus pointed his thumb to where the crowd used to be. There, the wolves already started in hunting their favorite slaves from the crowd and marked them one by one. Some are even already mating with their preferred slaves. "Any more objection?"
Fauxa whimpered, "N, no, master."
"Good." Lazarus spread and raised Fauxa's legs. The wolf licked his lips when the unused boy hole showed itself. He always takes pleasure in breaking a virgin. Especially a ripe virgin like the fox he hold right now. He rubbed his large malehood in the buttcrack, trying to tease the little noble turned slave.
Fauxa, being well educated in culture, knew a lot about this mating between males. It's usually practiced in Northern continents. There are many kinds of mating between males. There is one as recreation to symbolize bond between adult males, one as a mark that the partner is protected, and one as a symbol of dominance over someone else, and the latter is Lazarus' reason to mate him right now. The thing is, mating between males is incredibly frowned upon in Southern Continent. If found out, crucifixion is well guaranteed.
Being a noble and a moral guardian himself, Fauxa was against mating between males. Unfortunately, he currently has no power to hold that belief. He is currently tied and helpless. Even if neighboring lands are quick in sending help, it still needs several days to reach Noble Fall. The Northern Wolves would have already done raping and pillaging the land by then. The orange furred fox just closed his eyes. There is no escape from this. He can only ask forgiveness from the Gods for being so weak to have a male forced him to mate.
Lazarus watched quietly how his slave fought his internal struggle. He had to admit, most slaves would have kicking and screaming at the prospect of being raped for the first time, but not this one. The fox had accepted the fact that he is about to be defiled. Either that because the fox is a nihilist, or his spirit is strong enough to withstand a rape. Either way, the fox is his, and he will use him.
The one eyed wolf's cock is already hard and throbbing. It's seven and half inches long and quite thick. Many tailholes had suffered trauma from being roughly penetrated by such monstrosity. And Fauxa's is the latest victim.
Lazarus, once his mind is set to mate, didn't care about his partner at all. The first thrust was strong, easily pushing the once tight walls of Fauxa's anal passage away to make a way for his large member. Even that, the resistance of the virgin anus is quite great to hinder his effort to push his cock all the way inside at the first thrust. So Lazarus pulled a bit then pushed again, pulled and pushed again, again and again until the full length of his cock firmly secured inside his slave's hole.
Fauxa screamed in the whole process. Despite his readiness to be mated, he never expected it would be this painful. He could feel his hole is being stretched painfully. It's as if he is being torn in two. He began to doubt his decision to surrender, being slaughtered looks a bit less painful than this.
Scream, sadly, is what that fuels Lazarus' sex drive. The barbaric wolf gets off at the pain of others, and seeing his victim in such a painful state only make him more and more eager to pump his cock inside the fox's ass. He licked the fox's tummy first. Once satisfied, he moved his tongue up to the pained fox's nipples and suckles it. After the nipple, Lazarus finally moved to Fauxa's shoulder and biting it gently. Sharp wolf fangs ready to rip the flesh if he wanted to.
Fauxa could feel the pain has lessened a bit because his anal muscle has already got used to the invading malehood. But he couldn't help but feel squicked when the other male start licking his body, starting from the tummy, nipples, and up to the shoulder. He had to be cautious about the last one, since the fangs are deep in his flesh. They are not deep enough to cause bleeding, but one wrong move and he will have one less shoulder for the rest of his life.
Lazarus humping become faster and faster. He pinned the fox under his weigh and let his hips do the work for him. He didn't care that after such abuse, the fox will be unable to walk or at least sore for weeks. All he cares was that he will pump the slave full of his male juice, marking the slave as his own.
With one last hump, Lazarus unloaded his cum, filling the abused and stretched hole to the brim with his white sticky cum. He humped several times to make sure cums is planted deep inside the slave's hole. Lazarus then pulled out harshly. Cums started to leak freely from the abused hole, but that only make Lazarus grinned smugly. The slave is his.
Fauxa on the other hand didn't enjoy the mating at all, and he wasn't supposed to. After the mating is over, and he is officially defiled, not to mention enslaved, his lower body also went numb after such brutal humping. And to top it all, he felt empty inside. His soul and his dignity disappeared after the wolf cummed in his hole. To add salt to injury, his hole is bleeding profusely. It seems the wolf has caused some internal damages.
Lazarus stood up, his cock is still hard even after cumming so much. He looked around to see that most of his kin are also finished marking their own slaves. He tugged the leash to make the fox slave looking at him, "The initiation ritual has been completed. Now let's go back to the manor, where I can fuck you as much as I want comfortably, slave."
His land, nobility, servants, home, even dignity had been taken by the naked one eyed wolf in front of him. Nothing is left to the fox except maybe his life. He really really wanted to cry at this point, but he found himself unable too. He is too tired. The stress, the burden, and the pain finally crumbled on him. His eyelids felt so heavy. Lazarus was the last thing he saw before the slave fox closed his eyes.
~Comm Susser Todd...