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Chapter 31 - Smelly

Ember is woken by an unfamiliar jingle blaring from the bedside table. Too lost in the morning brain fog to consider asking Ember for help, Hess determines to turn it off himself and scrambles over his bedfellow. The larger wolf has to roll himself on top of the other, front to front in order to reach it, and as soon as the music stops, he slumps down and grapples the black wolf in a sleepy bear-hug, pinning him to the bed.

“Not a morning person huh?" Ember says quietly, noticing the 7am readout on the clock before burying his muzzle into the fluffy neck. He wraps his arms around the wolf on top of him and strokes the dense fur at his sides, being met with only grumbles, indistinct muttering and a tighter grip. “Oh, never mind," he adds as something hard is subtly nudged against his groin, “someone is awake after all."

Ember worms his arm down the body and gently pinches the tip of Hess's cock that's poking out from between them. The wolf groans at him, sounding frustrated that his sleep is being disturbed but ultimately pleased by the method. His head lifts up and immediately their lips connect in an invasively penetrative kiss. Hess's long canine tongue slips into the black wolf's mouth and starts sparring, making a slobbery mess of the fur around their lips. Empowered by the eroticism, he soon starts grinding his hips, as the teasing fingers continue to work his slippery head. It isn't long before another hardness joins in, pushing its way under Hess's balls and between the squashed bellies which sets the brown wolf moaning and encourages a deeper kiss.

Their passionate engagement is interrupted suddenly by a second shrill tune which Hess frantically dismisses. But before he can go back to smooching the handsome wolf in his bed, he's rolled onto his back as Ember pulls himself onto his knees, granting him a better view at the throbbing penis and needy expression. As he shuffles closer, his cock nudges its way out of the sheath, held back by the knot that had begun growing, and trails a long strand of pre from the patch of wet fur under his navel. In one motion, he lifts his leg, swings it over Hess's head and kneels above the chest, presenting his hole.

“Breakfast?" Ember asks teasingly and lowers himself down.

“Oh fuck yeah," Hess moans and immediately grabs the butt cheeks above him to spread them apart further.

The subby wolf stares up at the winking hole, licking his lips eagerly as he draws it closer by pulling down on the hips. He guides Ember to sit on his face, slotting his muzzle neatly into the crevasse so the assault can ensue. His hunger is ravenous and evident as his tongue sweeps across the anus, collecting its musk, and then again repeatedly; sometimes as downstrokes, sometimes as swirls, but never losing contact for more than a second. Ember, not knowing how this would feel, is left with a weakness in his knees as he receives his first anal-oral servicing. He huffs and grunts, letting his hands roam the large belly, both to give them something to do and also provide a modicum of support. The twitches of his hard cock translating to throbs under the skilled tongue at his rear, working as a metric for his enjoyment and draining onto the body below.

With his muzzle buried into the fur under a heavy black tail, Hess pulls his inhales through the nose and lets his hot breath warm the surface of the anal ring as the lashing persists. Pressing firmer with his tongue while lifting his head up off the pillow for leverage, the muscles denying him entry start to give. As soon as it slips in and starts twisting and twirling around inside, Ember can no longer keep steady and is forced to drop into doggy-position. Hess is unfazed by this and quickly adjusts himself so he can keep going, grunting and panting as he succumbs to the headspace.

In his new position, Ember can now get a good look at the dick of his submissive, so far having only been on the dominant end. He drools at the potent odour, indicating that its owner must keep it this way for his own pleasure, and begins to nuzzle at it, transferring some of the scent to his face. Supporting himself on one arm, he takes it in hand, lifts it up and starts getting intimate with it; sniffing from all angles and licking it until his face is wet from the ceaseless flow of precum.

Hess starts to get dizzy and loses track of his senses, stuck aggressively skating the edge like a hedgehog wearing grind shoes. When he feels his cock getting pleasured he groans an irritated and lustful sound, gripping Ember's hips tightly and desperately wishing he could be allowed one more free orgasm. He punches his tongue in and out of the hole, venting his frustration, and grieving the time lost since last he'd been in this position.

The black wolf twirls his tongue around the head as he starts taking the member inside his muzzle, groping around the knot and balls with his free hand. Knowing how much it will torment the boy, he decides to pull back the sheath which instantly gets a verbal response and a few pitiful thrusts. He grins evilly and takes the erection as deep as he can into his mouth, keeping it in for a few seconds, before pulling himself off, letting it flop wetly on the round belly below.

“You're really enjoying yourself huh," Ember says, gently swaying his behind on Hess's muzzle, and pushing back with his body, eliciting an affirmative moan. “Shouldn't we be going down to make breakfast though?" He asks, and is met with a decisively negative one.

Ember attempts to pull himself away but the grapple on his hips tightens and the tongue pushes in deeper, causing a shiver to radiate up his spine. He pants, considers himself beaten and looks down at the pulsing wolf cock; hot as it is red. Giving in to the insatiable beast beneath, he lays on his pillowy friend with his elbows on either side and slots his arms under the legs, influencing Hess to bend them up and out like a frog. Now more stable on his forearms and lower down, he can take the thick rod back into his muzzle and continue suckling on it while groping the fat thighs.

Happy to have won the dominance check, but still taking heavy losses to the psyche, Hess continues to lick and slurp at the hole mindlessly, his subconscious only kicking in to take a deeper breath every once in a while. He disconnects infrequently, and only as far as the sweaty balls hanging a few inches lower. His tongue making Ember moan every time it's driven from the bottom of the sac, over the perineum and up to the ring which it encircles like water over a drain. One of his hands roams down, to roll said balls around, feeling their weight and tugging them bed-ward whenever he plunges in for another exploratory lick.

Glad of Hess's smaller dick length, the black wolf manages to keep his position with his lips kept touching the knot. He'll venture a little deeper, whenever the one at his rear does the same, but he can't stay there long and has to pull back. He'd always enjoyed sucking dicks, but only did 69 once with the ex before last. His last boyfriend was rarely in the mood to enjoy being sucked, more often preferred to use the other end. This suited Ember just fine, but meant he was significantly out of practice. He regrets not going down on Cal's cock when he had the chance, it's always more fun when there's the element of danger. When you only get to cum once a week, you choose very carefully when that day might be, and he likes to think Cal would have had to resist pretty firmly had Ember started fellating him.

The cock resting on Hess's chest throbs uselessly as it too yearns for attention beyond the soft, compressive rubbing of their furry bodies. Slow and torturous as it may be, the accumulative pleasures prove sufficient to get him closer to a theoretical climax. Occasionally Ember would look up at the clock to make sure they aren't pushing for time and by 7:20am, they decide to change position. Hess, getting tired of working his mouth wants to switch out to a reverse cowboy so his behind can get some much deserved attention. However, the very act of sitting up forces his body to remind him that he has a huge load of cum still inside him from the night before. He excuses himself and hurries out of the room, leaving the black wolf alone, chuckling to himself.

“Where were we?" Hess sighs tunefully on his return. Having laid back on the bed in waiting, Ember turns his head to the body leaning against the door frame in a lewd pose and smiles.

“Going to make breakfast I'd imagine," he responds, sitting up.

Hess crinkles his nose and slumps, looking up at the wall clock. “Humph," he whines, “I suppose so."

The black wolf climbs off the bed and saunters over, stroking his erection. When he gets to the rotund wolf, he leans his forearm against the frame, exposing his fuzzy pit in a way that he knows will be tormenting. Ember makes sure their dicks are touching and brings his muzzle close to Hess's ear, pitching his voice to a lower register.

“Don't worry, slut," he says, “you'll get another go soon enough."

Hess groans, grabbing the wolf and pulling their bodies together, steering his muzzle into the furry armpit. He sniffs deep, taking in its scent and moans a drawn exhale. With the position he's in, his neck is suitably exposed, and as Ember's muzzle is already there, he takes advantage and chomps. He buries his teeth into the fatty tissue and muscle group connecting the shoulder making the recipient release a squeaky yelp. He then feels a brushing sensation against his pit fur, but isn't surprised to realise that he's being licked and keeps the chubby wolf pinned to the frame as he slacks his jaw.

Then realising someone has entered his peripheral vision, Ember jumps, seeing Cal smirking at them from the hallway with half-lidded eyes.

“Good morning dear," he says sweetly, watching the black wolf awkwardly attempt to separate himself.

“Uh … h-hey … Cal."

“Hess, leave him alone and go start breakfast."

The brown wolf groans, pining over being denied erotic smells, panting heavily and licking his lips. His hand had at some point reached his penis and is now rolling his sheath back and forth over his swollen knot. He stares blankly at the black wolf in front of him, drifting his eyes all over his body, barely registering a word that enters his brain.

“Heessss," Cal pesters, shaking his shoulder a little. “Come on sweetie, let's get you showered. Help me would you?" He looks at Ember who nods. “You can't make food for the master smelling like that." He tugs Hess's hand away from his dick and reluctantly the brown wolf complies.

“He smells so fucking good dude …" Hess mutters to Cal, making Ember blush as they walk to the bathroom. “I can't go another day not being on the chair."

“It won't be too bad when you have your chastity collar on," the white wolf suggests palliatively, steering the horny creature into the shower. “Be quick, you've got less than an hour."

“Yeah yeah, I hate long showers anyway." Hess grumbles and turns on the water, waiting for it to get to temperature before stepping under the water. Cal and Ember leave him to his washing and step out into the landing together.

“I'd suggest you have one too after breakfast. There's a good reason Hess was all over you," Cal says with a playfully admonishing look.

“Sorry … is it bad?"

“Not as bad as his was, the master shouldn't notice." He's about to step down onto the first step when he stops and turns, keeping his voice low under the disguise of the splashing water. “Try to be careful with him, he obsesses very easily."

“Yeah I'll try not to let him get so horny when he has work to do". Ember nods, looking at the bathroom door.

“I don't just mean that." Cal smiles and pets the side of the black wolf's head. “He likes you."

Ember's eyebrows raise a little as he realises the subtle insinuation. “O-Oh … he … really?" He immediately flusters and becomes suddenly very aware of where all his limbs are, finding every position they're in to be incorrect.

“Come on, you need to get yourself ready to start cooking." The white wolf pulls away his hand and plods down the stairs. Ember quickly catches up and walks beside.

“Wait wait, so … what should I do about it?" He asks nervously.

“Well … I suppose that depends on what you'd like to do. I just wanted to prepare you, I guess."

“I just … I never really thought about … dating." Ember gulps, concerned about the new complication this adds to an already stressful day.

“Sorry, dating isn't quite what I mean by all this." Cal continues as they get to the bottom step “He's not someone who gets very romantically involved with someone, unlike me," he winks, “but, he may want to become your pet if you keep dominating him like this."

“Oh," Ember says, relieved that he doesn't have to worry about Hess falling in love with him, but is now uneasy over the implications of owning another of his kind. “So, I'd be his master?"

“Kinda, but that title isn't permitted. You could be his owner, or whatever else you'd prefer." Cal confirms, no longer leading Ember as he knows they need to separate at this point. “Oh honey, have I scared you?" He asks, noticing the black wolf's visible anxiety.

“I just … don't know. I don't know about that. It's so new to me."

“It might not happen," the butler shrugs, “I'm just going off previous experience. He asked Voigt and he said no."

“I'm surprised by that." Ember cocks his head curiously.

“Well that would be for him to explain, but I'd guess it's because he didn't know him as well at the time, he might say yes now if he was asked again. Plus, there wasn't much by way of control since the master has final say. However, now we've been given a free orgasm once a week I think Hess will enjoy someone else taking that freedom away from him."

“And you think he'll ask me?" Ember bites his lip.

“It's likely. He might also just end up asking Voigt again; I only bring it up because of how dominant I saw you just now. I don't know what you two got up to last night, but if you enjoy being on top, he might want you to stay there more … officially." Cal grins, tapping his collar. “Hess loves all this stuff, it's why he came here. The only question is whether you would enjoy him calling you 'sir' and obeying your command."

“I … honestly have no idea," Ember admits, which makes the white wolf smile wider.

“It's up to you. You know, he talks about you a lot," Cal adds sneakily.

“Gosh, really?" Ember feels diffidently flattered and fidgets on his feet, making the claws tap on the wood flooring.

“Mostly horny things, of course. Like I said, he gets pretty obsessive. It's very cute honestly."

“He … is very cute," Ember admits quietly with a nod.

“What's the harm in giving it a go? I was only warning you in case you … perhaps had your own opinions already about being in that position. But if you've never tried it, and you like being in control …" Cal shrugs.

“Heh, now you sound like the master." Ember forces a laugh and is met with a confused look, so he explains. “Voigt and I talked a bit last night. He said the same thing to me about some of Hess's more niche kinks."

“Ahh I see. Voigt is a pragmatic sort, he and the master get on like that. I just have similar values of try everything once. But the point is that it's up to you, he's not going to be offended if you say no. How he is with Voigt now is evidence of that."

“I suppose … yeah. What about you? Did he ask you too?"

“Ha ha, no. But, I would have declined anyway, I don't have that sort of disposition. Even when I serve Voigt, and occasionally Hess, I don't consider myself 'owned' by them. I'm a pet only to the master, and I like it that way."

“I guess that makes sense. You also seem more of a … friend first sex later person."

“Somewhat." Cal chuckles. “I like sex, don't get me wrong, and I could even sleep with someone on the first day," he coughs falsely and deliberately, “but I'm also a very good judge of character."

“Oh? What did your judgement tell you about me?"

“Hmm …" Cal steps around the wolf pointedly, rubbing his chin and then backs away. “For fear of being wrong, I'll let you know after the banquet. See you soon, handsome." He grins and waves, pushing his way through the dining room door and out of sight.

Ember sighs, realising he's always left with a smile whenever he talks with Cal, even if it's a stressful conversation. He looks up at the bathroom door at the top of the stairs and hums ponderously, starting to pace around from wall to wall, wondering how much of a change it would be if he were Hess's 'owner'. The bathroom door opens, so he quickly ducks into the kitchen to start putting on his anti-fur attire, then a minute later and a freshly cleaned brown wolf strolls in with a chipper grin.

“Hey hot stuff," he says, tugging Ember's tail as he scoots past to grab his clothes.

“You seem cheerful," the black wolf giggles.

“Hard not to be when I go to sleep with a huge wolf load inside me, and wake up to the sexy beast who put it there. Only to then be treated with an ass to clean and a pit to sniff. I am fucking energised today mate." He bares his teeth and flexes his arms downward.

“You're such a goof," Ember laughs.

“Hey I mean it. One of the hottest experiences I've had since coming here was last night, with you."

“Really?" The black wolf flusters, attempting to compose his modesty. “I mean, I enjoyed it a lot too. But surely it wasn't that special for you."

“Dude, you kidding? On very very rare occurrences, the master would make me and Cal fuck for his enjoyment, and I'd sometimes get a load in me. But Cal's not very rough, and when the master did it, he was rough, but not very big and produces smaller loads. You were perfect."

“Gosh … I err … thank you." Ember shuffles and leans against the counter. “You're really hot too by the way," he adds, speaking quieter and looking down.

“I know." Hess smiles and purposefully shows off his butt when he picks up his cowl, wiggling his tail seductively.

“You really are a slut." The black wolf laughs and gropes one of the exposed cheeks.

“I've been allowed to cum once in the past day and a half. I'm sex starved right now and it's giving me a lot of raw energy I need to vent."

“Right, let's get cooking then."

Hess nods and gets his head into gear, immediately taking stock of his kitchen and controlling his sous-chef as needed.