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Author’s Note: Poor Riven, afraid of the witching hour and then falling into the hands of an enchantress. What an amazing awful fate. Had a bunch of fun with this little fantasy! Happy Hypnovember Day 13. Enjoy my slutty little Riven ;)

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Riven crossed the stone bridge quickly. The moon sat at its highest point in the sky, and the dark gray dire wolf made double time into the sleepy town. The inn was easy enough to find since it was one of the largest buildings in town and one of the only ones with a sconce still lit outside. He pushed open the wooden door and found himself in a long room with a few tables peppered in. In the middle of the room was a hearth with a pot still simmering over the fire.

A few patrons remained at the tables. Most of them carried glasses of ale, and they carried on in loud, jovial voices. Riven’s whiskers twitched in discomfort. In the back corner, furthest away from the door, sat a lone feline woman. She had blonde and orange fur and wore an elaborate burgundy robe.

The wolf ordered a pint of ale and sat at her table. She looked up at him with curious amber eyes.

“Long travels?” she asked.

He nodded and took a swig of his ale. “Needed to get off the road,” he said. “It’s the witching hour.” He looked around for the innkeeper. “Who’s the owner of this inn?”

“That would be me,” she smirked. “We have one more bed available tonight.” She crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in her chair.

He raised a brow at her. “Impressive,” he said. “Women don’t usually own inns.” He wasn’t particularly interested in maintaining conversation, even if she was pretty. He just wanted to finish his drink, go to bed, and be on his way in the morning.

She watched him nurse his ale for a few minutes. He still wore his traveling cloak, and he carried many different satchels. “Let me get you another glass,” she said as his drink neared the bottom of his. She stood before he had a chance to decline and headed over to the barrel.

Riven sighed as she set the new glass in front of him. “I appreciate the hospitality, ma’am,” he said, “but I would really like to turn in for the night.”

She shook her head. “One more glass with me and I’ll show you to the room,” she offered as she sat back down. “You’re too tense to get any sleep yet anyway.”

Wasn’t much point in arguing with the truth, so Riven shrugged and took a swig of the new glass. “I don’t think one extra glass of ale is going to do much for my tension,” he admitted. His head started to spin a bit, which surprised him. “Though your ale does seem stronger than most.”

“Oh, a few glasses of Miss Mary’s ale will put you right,” she chuckled. “I brew it myself in the cellar.”

He nodded and took another sip. His eyes felt heavy, and his thinking slowed. Something tugged at the back of his mind and told him to stop drinking, but the ale tasted surprisingly good. He couldn’t stop himself from taking yet another swig.

“That’s it,” she mewled as he became more and more inebriated. “Relax with me. Tell me what’s got you so tense.”

He looked over at her through half-lidded eyes. “I’m on a pilgrimage,” he said. “To find the Ashvalla monks. I want to train with them.”

She nodded. “Traveling to the mountains of Ashvalla is no small feat,” she said. “The monsters that block your path are a challenge for even the most seasoned travelers.” She looked him up and down. “It’s no wonder you carry so much tension.”

He finished the rest of his ale and frowned down at his glass. As much as he wanted to keep drinking, his vision couldn’t stop blurring and creating multiple glasses. He looked back up at Mary with a dazed expression. “Can you show me to the room?” he asked. He blinked in confusion at how badly his words slurred together.

“Sure thing,” she agreed as she rose from her seat. She offered him her arm for stability as he attempted to get up and follow her.

Riven grabbed her arm as he swayed unsteadily on his feet. Together, they slowly made their way upstairs. She led him into a sparsely decorated room. It had a bed, a trunk, and one painting on the wall opposite the bed. The wolf began to unceremoniously strip off his traveling cloak and satchels and dumped them in the trunk.

Mary watched his sluggish movements with smug delight. “I can help you forget all about your problems tonight,” she said in a low voice as he sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. She sat next to him and gently hooked a paw under his muzzle. She turned him to face her and she locked eyes with him.

Her amber eyes exploded into colorful rings when he looked at her. “No problems,” he mumbled as what was left of his mind started to go blank. “Want to forget.”

It was all the encouragement the feline host needed. “Let it go,” she said in a lilted voice. “Empty your mind of everything besides my voice, can you do that?”

He nodded at her as his lower jaw slackened.

“It’s awfully warm in here,” she said. Riven felt his body temperature start to rise. “I think you should take off the rest of this garb so you can cool off.”

The internal flush created a sticky, itchy heat for Riven. He quickly disrobed and abandoned his clothes in a pile next to the bed. The rush of cool air through his fur felt relieving.

Mary drank in his appearance; muscles rippled down his arms and abdomen, well-toned from travel and battle. His dark gray fur covered his whole body, except for the lighter, ashy-colored sheath situated just below his naval.

“That’s much better,” she said. “The cool air feels good, doesn’t it? It blows through your fur, sends tingles down your spine.” As she spoke, she ran a gentle paw through the fur on his back.

He nodded as a low rumble sounded from deep in his chest. She allowed her hand to trail closer to his lower back. “I know another way to make you feel good,” she continued. Her paw lazily brushed against the top of his ass cheeks. “A thick, long cock buried deep inside of you would do the trick, don’t you think?”

Riven moaned at her suggestion and nodded his head. He could feel the cock inside of him, like her words made one materialize out of thin air. His own length responded to the feeling of being so stuffed and stretched and started to pop out of its sheath.

Mary’s muzzle twisted into a smile. “That’s it,” she encouraged, “enjoy the feeling of being full. The only thing that could feel better is another cock stuffed into your mouth.”

His muffled moans of delight filled the small room. His shaft was fully exposed now, and she admired the way it throbbed. Precum leaked from the head. The wolf’s jaw dropped open, and his tongue hung out while the phantom cock fucked his throat.

“You’re such a natural at being a slut,” she cooed. “You feel the most at ease, the most in your element when you’re living up to your fullest slutty potential.”

Riven moaned and nodded his head as a long line of drool dangled from his tongue. He squirmed against the mattress while his length throbbed between his legs. Precum soaked his shaft now as it freely leaked from his head.

Mary leaned forward so her words filtered directly into his ear. “Every stroke inside of you is bringing you closer to cumming,” she said in a low voice. “Good sluts cum just from being used. Nobody has to touch them. Do you think you can be a good slut for me?”

He nodded again and gripped the bed sheets tightly in his paws. “Remember this feeling,” she instructed. “Of being so full, so stuffed, so close to cumming.” He whined in agreement as he lightly bucked his hips. “Every time someone calls you a good slut, I want you to remember this feeling and drop into your slutty headspace. Can you do that for me?” He nodded his head and squirmed in place.

She smirked and leaned closer still, until the end of her muzzle brushed against the fluff from his ears. “Cum for me, slut,” she said.

Her words sent a tingle down his spine. The pressure in his abdomen released all at once, and he bucked his hips wildly as he rode the phantom length inside of him. Mary watched as the muscles in his legs tensed and Riven’s cock spasmed. He sprayed hot, thick cum over his chest and naval.

She watched his chest rise and fall rapidly. “That’s a good slut,” she said with a smirk. He gasped sharply and a strangled moan ripped itself from his throat. She chuckled smugly and climbed to her feet.

“You can rest now, wolf,” she said in a gentle voice. “When you wake up, your mind will be clear, and you will feel refreshed.” He nodded and laid down in the bed. He pulled the thin blanket up over his shoulders. “And if you ever need to unwind again in the future, you’ll know where to find me.”