Tianna's Harem, Chapter One
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Tianna's Harem: Chapter One
Evin looked up at the tall wolf looming above him, the fairly wealthy passersby forgotten for the moment. He tried to keep his abs sucked in, but this wolf didn't look like he was of a mind to add to the contents of the upended hat sitting in the dust at Evin's side. The way this fellow was glowering, he seemed more of a mind to skin Evin and sell his squirrel hide at market.
"Can I help ya, sirrah?" Evin drawled dully, faking a halfwit's accents. He wished he could make a more convincing blind squirrel, but no one could ever think his bright, green eyes were sightless. "Spare a coin an' I'll give a dance fer ya." Brutes always liked watching those rarities with fewer wits than themselves play the fool. This one only snorted a humorless laugh and sneered down at him.
"Dance for coins, will you," the wolf growled. Come to that, he didn't look so brutish, after all, despite his wide shoulders and bare chest. Thugs and alley toughs couldn't afford the brilliant red sash that shimmered around this fellow's waist, or the three brass bands shining along his gray tail. The wolf's trousers were a plain enough yellow, but woven of silk sheer enough that Evin almost thought he could see the other male's undergarment behind it. Not that he was looking. Well, he wasn't looking now that he had the wolf's full attention. "Not often Emperor's Way sees dancers such as yourself."
He meant beggars, of course, and it was true enough. Evin was the only rodent with the audacity to set his hat down in this quarter of the sprawling city. He'd been tolerated in the other districts for weeks, and if anyone took issue with him here, he could always just pack up and leave, claim a foreigner's ignorance as his defense. The wolf didn't look like he was interested in excuses, though. "None's so generous elseplaces, as here in the Way, sirrah." Should he drool a little bit? No, that would probably only offend the fellow.
"Generosity. . . ." The wolf frowned down at him speculatively for a long moment, then tilted his head with a smirk. "Very well, dancer. Allow me to demonstrate my own generosity." This was either going to be very good or very bad. "Answer me five questions correctly, and you'll earn yourself three silver marks."
Evin didn't need to force his eyes to widen with surprise. Surely the wolf was lying. Three marks would buy the squirrel enough supplies to finally leave the city, without having to touch the coppers he'd managed to save up so far. How long had he been there, thinking he would never scrounge up enough coin to move on? He nodded without a word, hoping the wolf would be quick with his questions. Evin could barely breathe while keeping his stomach tucked in.
"First, then: What is the name of the king's daughter?"
Well, that was easy, even for a foreigner like him, and he didn't need to drop his halfwit façade to answer. "Tianna, sirrah. Tianna Ruville."
"Secondly: How many scales does a Feridsian darter have?"
Evin tensed at that, and not because it sounded like a question with no answer. Feridsia was a territory far to the north and west, not far from where Evin had grown up. No wars had bloomed between there and this land, but interaction between the territories was terse at best. Still . . . three silver marks. . . . "None," he said slowly. "The Feridsian darter is a bird, sirrah."
The wolf's expression didn't change, but that wasn't entirely heartening. "Third," he began, then rattled off his next question almost too quickly for Evin to keep up. "What is two hundred times the square root of one hundred forty-four?"
Evin actually had to think about that one, but it wasn't terribly difficult. It was, however, more difficult than most uneducated halfwits could probably manage, unless they were savants. "Two thousand, four hundred," he replied cautiously. Maybe he should start drooling after all.
The wolf scowled down at him for a moment more. Then, without warning, he leaned forward and hauled Evin to his feet in a swift motion. The squirrel saw the fist coming, but only had enough time to tense up. The punch was pulled at the last moment, hitting his bare stomach with a light thud, but if he'd kept it sucked in the wolf's knuckles would have bruised his spine. The wolf's other hand slapped him across his short muzzle before he had time to recover. "If you want your pay, you'll stop pretending to be less than you are," he growled while Evin rubbed his stinging face. "Now follow me." Without waiting to see if the squirrel would do as he was told, the larger male turned into the crowded street.
"But you haven't asked all of your questions," Evin pointed out, dropping all pretense at stupidity and starvation. He was still skinny, but not at all pitifully so.
"I'll ask the other two on the way to where we're going," the wolf told him without looking back. Without slowing down, too.
Scrambling to pocket the few coppers sitting in his hat, Evin threw the crumpled cap over his ears and hurried after the other male. If the wolf had wanted to do him harm, he wouldn't have given him the option to stay behind, would he? Besides, three silver marks was worth the risk.
Which was how, a short walk through the wealthy district later, he found himself in an empty room within a servant's bathing house adjacent to the palace, feeling as bewildered as ever, but with a few extra coppers in his pockets to keep him interested. It was as much as he'd usually be given in a single day, and he was in strong need of a bath, so Evin didn't complain, even though the wolf still hadn't asked him any more of his promised questions. When the wolf left him with a jar of scented shampoo and a full basin and told him to clean himself up, the squirrel didn't wait long after the door shut behind the other male before slipping free of his ragged trousers. His pockets were about the only parts of the undyed canvas pants still whole.
He was surprised to find that the wooden basin's water was heated, even though cold water wouldn't have been at all unpleasant after being under the tropical city's sweltering sun all morning. Cold water could never have felt so relaxing, though, as it soaked into his fur and skin. Stepping over the basin's high rim, Evin lowered himself with a sigh until he was sitting with his bushy tail serving as a pillow behind his head, the wooden tub just wide enough for him to stretch out his legs fully. Whatever the wolf wanted with him, it could wait. It wasn't often Evin could indulge in this kind of luxury.
A short while later, feeling immensely satisfied, Evin dipped his tail in the water beside him, weighing it down with several pounds of water, and poured a few cupped handfuls over his head with another happy sigh. This alone had been worth the wolf's bizarre questions. He was still a little worried about what the wolf had in mind that Evin needed to wash up for, but if it was anything sinister, he wouldn't have been taken next door to the palace itself. Surely not.
He was half bent over the basin's rim, reaching for the shampoo jar where he'd left it on the floor, when the washroom's door clicked open, and he splashed back into the tub for modesty's sake, his face heating as he scooted around, about to tell the wolf that he wasn't finished.
It wasn't the wolf who sauntered into the washroom, though, but a jackal, and Evin found himself unable to make a single noise. That didn't stop his mouth from falling open, though, or his face from heating even more until he was sure it was turning the water soaking his cheeks to steam.
"Well, there's a new face," the jackal said, and it was all the squirrel could do to keep his eyes on the canine's friendly smile. Of a similar build as Evin, slender shoulders and torso tapering into almost feminine hips with digitigrade legs that seemed almost unnaturally long, the jackal was the kind of male Evin had always tried to lure into a friendly game of hand-spars, or to talk into joining him in a dip in a local lake or river. The jackal was that kind of male, only more so, his sleek black fur showing off every lithe, curving muscle, already gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the ceiling slits without being wet. He would have caught Evin's eye had he been wearing a full, modest merchant's outfit, but all the black canine had on was a red silk thong that was barely wide enough to contain his intimate bits, and not nearly thick enough to hide their plump outlines. The obvious size of the round balls straining that silk scrap was awe inspiring.
Evin had to force himself to swallow, his mouth suddenly parched, and he managed to shut his jaw when the jackal made his way to the next basin over as if there wasn't a dumbstruck squirrel gaping at him. "Pah, Vee knows better than to only keep one tub full," he muttered, his voice sultry even while complaining. Evin almost swallowed his tongue when the jackal turned toward him and slipped out of his thong without a moment's hesitation, leaving it where it lay. "Ah well, you don't mind, do you?" And then, wonder of wonders, that beautiful creature was swinging one of his perfect legs over the rim of Evin's tub! He did pause, though, when the squirrel gave him no response, his graceful foot hovering over the water's surface. "I can call for a water carrier if this is uncomfortable for you."
"No, no, go ahead," Evin managed, sounding strangled, and the jackal smiled again at him and climbed the rest of the way in.
Evin pulled his own legs underneath him, sitting on his heels to make room for the other male, who lowered himself down to sit in front of the squirrel with a contented sigh that sounded exactly like the one Evin had made when he'd entered the tub. "Ahhh, now that is a wondrous thing," he murmured, his knees bumping against Evin's as he crossed his legs. "I'm Cassity, by the way," he added, holding his arm out above the water and clasping forearms with Evin politely. "I hear you were scouted out by Connor."
"Who?" Evin's voice was more steady now that everything below the jackal's armpits was under water. Not that the clear bathwater did much to hide anything, but it was easier to keep his eyes on the canine's face with the other male so close.
"Connor, the big wolf who brought you here," Cassity told him. "You are a foreigner after all, then. He said as much, and Connor's got a good nose for that sort of thing."
"What does being a foreigner have to do with anything?"
Cassity chuckled at that. "Everyone in Aedim knows that wolf's name, and his face as well. He's our esteemed Tianna's mate, after all."
"Oh." Evin rubbed the back of his soggy neck. He'd spent weeks in Aedim's capital, but while he'd heard a great deal of gossip about the princess's lover, he'd never heard the name mentioned. He watched as Cassidy poured water over his head and neck, the jackal's pelt shining even more once it was drenched.
Without a word, the canine got back to his feet, and Evin's heart skipped a beat when the other male's bouncing genitals and round sheath were presented right in front of his face. It would take both of the squirrel's paws to cup that scrotum! "You didn't happen to bring some . . . ah, here we are," Cassity cut himself off after looking around the tub, then turned and bent over its edge to pick up the shampoo.
It was the briefest of moments, but it burned itself into Evin's memory like a lightning flash: the jackal's knees bending slightly, his whipcord tail flicking up and those perfectly toned cheeks parting just enough to give the squirrel a glimpse of pink amidst the sea of black, a single drop of water drizzling over the center of that dimpled star of skin.
And now Evin was unsheathed and erect. How he'd managed not to be up until that point was a mystery, but some things were simply beyond a squirrel's limits.
His paws darted down between his thighs as Cassidy turned back around and lowered himself into the tub again, jar in hand. The jackal took one look at the mortified squirrel and said with a grin, "Don't worry. I think you're going to fit right in here."
Oh, gods and devils, why'd he have to use that choice of words? "What . . . what do you mean?" Evin squeaked.
"Mm, Connor didn't tell you much, did he?" the jackal asked, smiling at Evin while unscrewing the shampoo jar's lid. When the squirrel just shook his head mutely, Cassity explained. "You've been chosen to join Tianna's harem, hun."
"Tianna's what?" That came out at an even higher pitch than his previous question, his eyes feeling like they were about to pop out of his head. He would have leapt out of the basin and run naked as fast as his legs could carry him to the city's poorer districts if he wasn't practically melting with embarrassment at his persistent erection.
Evidently his horror showed. "Oh, don't worry, you won't be forced to do anything you don't want to. You can leave right now and forget you ever met Connor or me, and the option to leave is always open. We're not sex slaves, whatever you might have heard." Cassity's smile broadened, and he dipped two fingers into the jar to scoop out a big glob of gooey, pink liquid, rubbing it into his shoulder while talking. Already the scent of roses filled the washroom. "Connor's only out recruiting more concubines because two of us recently saved up enough to retire on a pasture east of the city. Last couple I would have expected to turn shepherd on us, but I'm just glad they're still close enough to visit." Dipping his fingers into the jar again, he drew out enough shampoo to completely cover his shoulders and head with the stuff, lathering it up with one hand into a thick foam. He held the jar out to Evin, who took it with a trembling paw while he kept the other modestly between his thighs.
"You're concubines, but not sex slaves?" Evin asked, having to force the words out. "What exactly do you do, then?" He wished he could take the question back as soon as it left his lips; hearing the details of a concubine's duties wouldn't help him fight back his arousal in the least. Cassity was full of surprises, though.
"Mostly, we simply act as the princess's servants, bringing her drinks when she's thirsty, food when she's hungry, helping her dress and bathe and generally doing whatever needs doing. Be sure to rub that shampoo in vigorously, hun. It'll keep any coat shiny, whether sleek or as fluffy as yours, but you have to really get it into your skin, not just your fur." Now that he had both hands free, the jackal was following his own advice, strands of black fur sticking up here and there through the foam covering him. When he poured more water over his head, washing the suds into the tub around them, the water's surface grew cloudy enough that Evin was finally able to bring himself to lift his other hand out to get at the shampoo himself. "Tianna loves to play hostess, and we'll often be called to entertain her guests, or Tianna herself if she's in the mood for a quiet evening by herself. And Connor, of course; you won't see a night in the palace that those two don't spend together. We're kept busy, but that just means we get paid more."
"What do you mean by entertainment?" Evin asked warily, lathering up his scalp. He'd spent too much time in the streets to let a vague word pass unexamined when talking over deals and contracts, and despite the unusual setting, that's exactly what this felt like.
"Well," Cassity said with a grin, scratching behind one of his pointed ears, "some of the things you've heard might be true. But if you join the harem, you'll still be allowed to decline anyone's advances, even Tianna. You'll have to wear the official uniform, of course, which is more or less what you're wearing now, but the most you'll ever have to do to keep from being turned away is endure a little petting, maybe give Tianna or her guests a little dance now and again. Connor tells me a dance here and there shouldn't be a problem for you."
Evin blushed all over again. That hadn't been quite what he'd had in mind when he'd offered to dance for the big wolf's spare change. "But otherwise it's just serving drinks and playing house?" Setting the shampoo on a broad surface of the basin's platform made for the purpose, he doused his head in soapy water, grateful to add to the bubbles and film hiding their lower bodies.
"While naked," the jackal reminded him, still grinning. "And you'll have to learn to be comfortable around all manner of promiscuity. Just because you turn down an offer doesn't mean the rest of us will. Truthfully, the lot of us concubines prefer the timid newcomers; it lets us get paid to have fun while you're stuck holding a wine tray." Abruptly Cassity spun in the water, splashing the squirrel's neck as he turned to face the other direction, rising out of the water up to his waist. "Be a dear and wash my back, would you? Scrub brushes can't compare to fingers."
Of course the beautiful male would want help washing. It wouldn't do to give the squirrel's penis a chance to relax, now would it? "Um. . . ."
"Only if you want to, hun. I'll return the favor after you're done, though."
"Of . . . of course," he stammered. Why in the hells was he even hesitating? Aside from possibly losing his self-control and going down on the jackal then and there, that is. Gathering a handful of pink shampoo and smearing it between his paws, he gingerly rubbed it into the back of Cassity's neck, moving outward to the black shoulders.
"You're going to have to do better than that, hun. Remember, it only does its job if you work it into the skin. Don't be afraid to go against the grain, that's the best way to be thorough."
Swallowing past a nervous lump in his throat, Evin did as he was told, kneading his fingers deep into the jackal's skin, his paws vanishing in a cloud of foam. It was just another male's back, after all, no matter how gorgeous that male was. Nothing to make him get the jitters.
He thought he was doing a good job of it until Cassity began to lean away from him. "The brush will still suffice, hun. No need to torture yourself if this isn't something you want to do."
"No, wait." Before the jackal could start climbing out of the tub, Evin dug his fingers hard into the other male's shoulder blades, rubbing the black fur in the wrong direction and tufting it up as his paws massaged the rose shampoo into Cassity's lithe back.
The jackal pushed back against the squirrel's paws with a grateful groan. "Ohh, now that's what I was after. By the way, I never did catch your name."
"I'm Evin," he replied, then tucked his lip between his teeth as he scooped out more shampoo to lather into the other male's pelt just behind his armpits.
"Well, it's a great pleasure to meet you, Evin. Mmm, yeah, just like that. Keep that up and you'll be able to use my hide as a mirror once we're done." Cassity's skinny tail began wagging through the bathwater, making Evin choke back a whimper. Not only did it flick occasionally across his upper abdomen, but it was swirling the water in every direction around the squirrel's member. The sensation lessened somewhat when the jackal lifted himself higher out of the tub, giving Evin access to the small of his back while the tip of his tail splashed under the squirrel's chin. Evin had to remind himself to breathe as his paws lowered closer and closer to Cassity's hips.
As the kneeling jackal lifted himself still higher, the top of his tail base and the upper fringes of the round muscles surrounding it just coming into view, Evin pulled his hands back, certain that his heart was pounding hard enough for the other male to hear. A curtain of soap suds hid Cassity's back, now, but it only served to frame the parts of him the squirrel hadn't touched. "You don't have to stop if you don't want to, Evin," the jackal told him calmly.
He had to clear his throat before he could respond. "It's just . . . I haven't known you for more than a few minutes. I'm not used to strangers getting this . . . this close to me."
"Comfort around promiscuity," Cassity reminded him, grinning over his sudsy shoulder. "If you decide to join us you'll have to get used to this sort of thing. But again, that's not to say I'll force you to go any further. Consider this practice for those inevitable propositions. It's very easy: either you accept the offer or give a simple 'No thank you.' And don't worry, hun, no one's going to ask you to fall in love."
"That's just it," Evin whispered. "You have to be the most beautiful person I've ever seen." After everything else that had set his face on fire in the last few minutes, that should have had him blushing up an inferno, but somehow it didn't. It was only the truth.
Cassity twisted around to look him in the eye, the jackal's expression turning puzzled. "How in the world did a gem like you wind up begging in the streets?" he asked quietly before facing away again. He didn't wait for a response before letting out an amused chuckle. "In any case, you're in for a pleasant surprise. Among Tianna's harem, I'm the ugly one."
Despite his anxiety, that got an incredulous laugh out of Evin. "Now I know that's a lie."
The jackal dipped himself down into the tub, letting the water wash up to his shoulders before rising back up, his upper body rinsed of shampoo suds, sleek and gorgeous. Once again he stopped with the very top of his rump and hips exposed. "So then, do I get a "No thank you," or. . . ?"
For a moment all Evin could do was shake his head, wondering what spirit of fortune he had pleased well enough to find himself in a situation like this. He reached for the shampoo jar with a trembling paw. Covering the fingers of one hand in the pink goo, he lightly touched them to the side of the jackal's hip.
Cassity evidently took that as his cue and stood up completely, the deep water swirling around his thighs as he craned his neck to watch the squirrel expectantly, that perfect, glistening bottom right in front of Evin's face. Evin could have stared happily at that sight all evening, but Cassity was waiting. Without a word the squirrel set the jar down, smeared the shampoo between his paw pads, and rubbed it lightly into the sides of the jackal's wide hips.
"You're being timid again," Cassity pointed out.
Evin's face flushed, but he didn't look away from the rump in front of him. He didn't want to ever look at anything else. "I'm just . . . just making sure I apply it evenly, is all." The poor excuse only made him blush harder, but he managed to move his hands back over the fullness of the jackal's bottom, slathering the pink shampoo into the fur with his palms. Maybe he should have kept using only his fingertips, but Cassity didn't seem to take any offense at the extra contact.
"I see," the jackal said with an amused smirk over his shoulder. "Well then, take all the time you need."
If Evin took that much time they would never leave the washroom, but he did permit himself a little indulgence, caressing down the perfect roundness to the jackal's thighs, then combing his fingers back up through the other male's fur. He tried not to grope the jackal too obviously, to keep his mind on washing, but the feel of those round globes under his paws was addling his wits, firm even while relaxed yet somehow hinting at a hidden pliability should he be more forceful. Evin's thumbs met in the crease between the jackal's buttocks, but he couldn't bring himself to more than lightly graze along the line where those full cheeks were pressed together.
"Everything feels pretty evenly applied to me," Cassity told him, his voice lilting mirthfully.
"Are you sure about this?" Evin whispered, hands returning to the jackal's hips and thumbs sliding up and down his butt's outer curves, the pelt slippery under its generous coat of shampoo.
"I'm sure if you are. Either you do the honors or I wash myself, Evin. You're holding one of the most important places for a concubine to keep attractive."
"I don't think you have anything to worry about, there." When he took a deep, steadying breath, the squirrel thought he could smell something in the steamy air subtly underlying the rose perfume, but he shrugged the aroma aside and let himself begin scritching at Cassity's hips, gradually digging his fingers in more and more until foam was dripping down the outsides of the jackal's legs into the wash basin. The canine's skinny tail began wagging again, and Evin had to lean back to keep his muzzle from getting slapped. It still flicked water across his face with every pass, but that only made him laugh, letting some tension roll out of his shoulders.
Working his way slowly back and inward once more, that hinted-at pliability became readily apparent, the jackal's muscles giving way under his fingers, his pristine pelt dimpling under the squirrel's aggressive touch. Evin could almost imagine it was those muscles making the quiet, wet squishing noises every time he pressed against them rather than the foaming shampoo. He was always careful to knead inward, pushing those perfect cheeks closer together instead of pulling them apart. He didn't know if he could stay conscious if he exposed what hid between them, but soon that was no longer an issue, shampoo suds forming a soapy skirt underneath the jackal's wagging tail. Only able to see Cassity's bottom with his fingers, now, Evin massaged the shampoo into the other male's skin even harder, and the jackal moaned appreciatively.
"Ohh, you're really good at that when you don't hold back." Muscles flexed under Evin's palms as the canine shifted his weight from one leg to another, and the squirrel had to pull his paws back and grip the basin's rim at his sides to keep from reaching down and stroking himself. "All done?" Cassity asked.
"Just . . . reminding myself how to breathe." The jackal laughed at that, and Evin managed a weak chuckle as well. He was calming down a little now that the shape of the canine's bottom was hidden from view.
The other male's long tail wasn't wagging as frantically now that he was no longer being felt up, so Evin gathered some more shampoo and caught it by the tip, waiting to make sure Cassity didn't object before vigorously rubbing the pink goop into the flexible appendage, slowly working his way up toward the base and trying all the while not to think about what the whipcord tail's shape reminded him of.
Scratching with his blunt claws up its thickening length, Evin should have been prepared for what happened when his fingertips approached the area where the jackal's tail sprouted from his lower back, but at this point the squirrel was concentrating as hard as he could to think of nothing at all. So it came as a shock when he reached the bundle of nerves in Cassity's tail base and the jackal gasped, arching his back and pushing his rump toward the squirrel's face. That soapy veil broke in half as the jackal's round buttocks parted, a curved canyon of white suds and black fur separating just enough to once again reveal the wet pink of Cassity's tail hole. A wordless groan escaped Evin's lips at the vulnerable sight, the canine's soap covered tail hiking upward while the squirrel continued to thoughtlessly massage its base.
Cassity's hands slipped down to his hips, fingers tugging his buttocks slightly further apart. "Go ahead," he murmured breathily. "I have to be clean everywhere, after all."
Evin almost buried his muzzle under that presented tail, but he didn't think that was the kind of cleaning the jackal meant. His lower jaw hanging slack as if it belonged to the halfwit he'd pretended to be earlier that day, he watched as one of his paws seemed to move of its own accord, tracing its way down between the jackal's tail base and his rump cheek, gathering soap suds along the way until it grazed over the bared skin below Cassity's tail. That little oval of exposed flesh gave off so much heat against Evin's finger pad, it might as well have been a star in truth. The squirrel certainly felt as if he was caught in its gravitational pull.
His finger traced a circle around the ring where skin met fur, then spiraled inward until his finger pad was resting motionless at its very center. Even though it felt like the jackal was pushing his rump back against Evin's finger, and despite the jackal's talk of promiscuity, he made himself start rubbing again instead of pressing forward, scrubbing soap over the bare skin with that single digit. It was easier when the squirrel started to consider this a test of sorts. The duties Cassity had described would require a harem member to keep a clear head in the most erotic environments, after all. Evin had been given a task to perform: clean the jackal. No matter how aroused he was, cleaning was all he'd been asked to do, so he gathered more soap suds from the other male's bottom and began scritching them into the rump's inner curves, which he'd initially neglected. It wasn't easy, not when that glimmering star seemed to be begging for more than a simple touch, but the squirrel somehow forced his paws to move away from the jackal's wet anus, out over his buttocks and down his firm, curving taint. . . .
Cassity bent over fully, then, bracing his hand on the tub's rim and spreading his legs enough to let his heavy black scrotum swing back between his thighs. Evin pulled his paws back as if burned. How many times could he nearly swallow his tongue in a single afternoon?
"I . . . I think. . . . You can probably manage the rest, can't you?"
The jackal twisted to look back at him, but he still seemed amused, not disappointed. "If you want me to, hun." He righted himself and turned to face Evin, but the squirrel's eyes only grew wider as the jackal put a hand on his hip and lifted one leg out of the bathwater, setting his foot on the basin rim beside Evin's shoulder. "Or, if you just need a chance to settle you could wash my leg."
A chance to settle? The jackal called this a chance to settle! Evidently Cassity had been enjoying himself as much as the squirrel, because his obscenely large, deep red shaft was pointing at a spot above Evin's head, its weight pulling it down nearly horizontal, matching the angle of his thigh. Cassity was quite a bit taller than the squirrel in overall size, but to say his bulbous, canine erection dwarfed Evin's would be an understatement. The size of the thing fell just shy of supernatural, and the musk. . . . Evin knew now where that subtle scent underlying the rose perfume was coming from, and faced now with the mingling aromas of flowers and pure canine masculinity, his conscious thoughts were utterly scrambled. He had to find something to distract himself, and quickly, to stamp out the lust driving him mad, to show some semblance of self-control. . . .
. . . Which wasn't at all easy to do when you had a muzzleful of jackal penis. Cassity gasped in surprise, but he wasn't nearly as shocked as Evin when the squirrel found himself holding that deep crimson monolith with both paws, his lips sealed tight around its tip while his tongue made a bed underneath it. He couldn't remember moving; one moment he was staring dumbstruck at the jackal's erection, the next he was suckling on the thing like a newborn cub. Freezing in mortification, Evin looked up at Cassity's face with the canine penis still bulging his cheeks, certain that he'd finally stepped over the line.
He was even more certain of that when the jackal gently pushed Evin's face away from his crotch and pulled the squirrel's hands off of his overheated flesh, the swollen phallus bobbing up and down as he stepped out of the wash basin. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what got into. . . ." Evin began to babble, but fell silent when Cassity leaned toward him and planted a finger over his lips.
"Join me out here, will you?" Cassity asked, smiling broadly. "It wouldn't do to have to order more wash water after filling that tub with our cum."
That should have sounded vulgar, but after everything the jackal had let Evin do so far, how could the squirrel be offended? Somehow he was sure that anything Cassity could say, no matter how erotic or depraved, would sound nothing but natural, and he didn't think it would seem any different even if he didn't know the jackal's profession. Needless to say, the squirrel accepted the other male's invitation without a second thought.
He fell to his knees on the cool tile floor in front of the jackal and was about to take on the challenge of the other male's erection again, but this time Evin managed to hold himself back long enough to look up at the jackal's face for permission. "No one's stopping you, hun." It was all the permission he needed.
A part of him knew that he would later look back on this day aghast at how easily he gave in to his lust, pleasuring a complete stranger and enjoying every moment of it. Evin wasn't a virgin, but he hadn't had many lovers, and all three of those he'd known for weeks before they'd begun courting. This wasn't even a relationship, it was just mindless fellatio, but even that small, rational corner of his brain didn't believe he would feel any true regret after it was over. He only hoped Cassity was enjoying the experience as much as he was.
The jackal's flavor was unlike anything he'd ever tasted before. Evin would have liked it more if it hadn't been laced with the taste of soapy water, but the clean musk almost made the soap unnoticeable. Licking slowly from Cassity's sheath to his tip, the squirrel marveled again at the other male's size. The canine must have had horses somewhere in his family tree to sport a penis that stretched to the top of his abdomen, almost reaching his lower ribs. Cassity stroked the back of Evin's head when the squirrel took the other male's tip in his muzzle again, never pulling, just petting him appreciatively. Evin couldn't hope to take in more than the phallus's head, but he suckled on what he could manage all the same, his paws exploring the deep ruby length. In front of his eyes complex networks of purple veins pulsed visibly like etched lightning underneath the canine's taut skin as the erection throbbed, Cassity's groin tensing reflexively each time the squirrel applied suction to his tip or blew air out around it. Evin let out a muffled moan. By this time he'd lapped and sucked away the last traces of the rose shampoo's flavor and was holding the pure taste of jackal on his tongue. Then his mouth was filled with an almond-like flavor as a bead of pre fell near the back of his throat, and he squeezed over the jackal's growing knot, hoping to milk out more of the thick nectar.
He had to pull back as his jaw began to ache, a thick strand of saliva linking his lips to Cassity's shaft until he broke it by running his tongue along his muzzle. Gently stroking up and down the jackal's shaft, Evin was about to lean in again, but Cassity put his black hands on the squirrel's shoulders and held him back. Kneeling down and taking Evin's face in his paws, the jackal slowly locked lips with the overwhelmed rodent, flicking his tongue inside the squirrel's mouth as Evin gripped his shoulders. When Cassity pulled back a moment later, their mingling saliva now forming a bridge between their muzzles, he quietly murmured, "Lie down."
Evin did as he was asked, certain by now that the beautiful jackal wouldn't do anything he wouldn't enjoy. He was proven right. After the squirrel settled back on the cool tile floor, using his drenched tail as a mattress and pillow for his upper body, Cassity moved over him and straddled his shoulders, facing Evin's feet. The view up between those long, black legs took the squirrel's breath away, making him almost forget to blink as water dripped onto his forehead from the dangling package above him, and he nearly went cross-eyed following that crotch as it lowered closer to his face. The jackal stopped with his heavy balls bobbing and swaying an inch above Evin's nose, the earthy, floral scent filling the squirrel's senses while the black rump and the back of Cassity's intimate bits filled his vision. The squirrel leaned up to nuzzle into the shallow cleft between those swollen orbs, and when his nose made contact Cassity settled the weight of his genitals over Evin's muzzle. The black furred scrotum was already stretched to its limit by its round contents, so there wasn't enough slack in the skin for Cassity's balls to drape far to either side of the squirrel's short snout, but the sheer heft of those testicles had Evin moaning into the wet fur.
Cassity planted his knees around the squirrel's shoulders while Evin's tongue bounced the black scrotum over his nose, the jackal's hands resting against the tiles around the squirrel's shins. With the difference in their height, Cassity must have had to hunch over to manage it, but Evin soon felt the canine's broad tongue slurping through the thick fur between his thighs, covering the squirrel's genitals and slathering down the front of his taint with each pass nearly to the root of his upturned tail, but never quite reaching his anus. Evin gasped into the jackal's balls at the first lick, then reached up to grip the top of the canine's butt and pulled down, his lips squishing the black scrotum up into the jackal's groin until another lick made Evin arch his back and turn his face upward with a moan. Cassity's sack bounced down his chin to settle in the hollow of his throat, and when he lowered his muzzle again, that beautiful rump was right above his nose. He whimpered when he realized the jackal's heavy canine meat was sprawled down the length of his torso, its knot pressing into Evin's lush chest fur while its tip grazed against the squirrel's own erection.
Unable to restrain himself any more with the base of the other male's wagging tail so close above his eyes, Evin burrowed his nose between the jackal's slightly parted cheeks, pulling the other male's hips down with his paws on top of Cassity's rump and nestling his muzzle into the heated flesh under that tail. When Evin's tongue flicked out to caress the jackal's bare skin, Cassity let out a pleasured murr and arched over the squirrel, pulling his face away from Evin's legs and lightly grinding his length down against the rodent's belly. After the thorough job he'd done washing the other male, the squirrel wasn't surprised at all that the exposed flesh against his tongue tasted so clean, but when he dared to prod and wriggle an inch or two into the jackal's body, the tail star clamping down hard around his tongue as Cassity moaned approvingly, Evin was surprised to find the jackal's insides were completely clean, as well. The flesh around his tongue was deeply musky, but not at all unpleasant.
The squirrel delved his tongue deeper, seeking the spot within Cassity that he'd learned could drive males into mindless lust. When he found it, sure enough, the jackal shuddered over his body, the slab of masculinity on top of him leaking thick globs of pre against his own erection as it slid through Evin's chest and stomach fur. Cassity pressed his rump down around the squirrel's muzzle when Evin prodded his prostate again, plastering his black balls around Evin's throat. The squirrel grasped the other male's buttocks firmly, digging his fingers into the jackal's muscles before dragging one paw up through Cassity's pelt and closing his fingers around the root of the canine's tail.
Just as before, the jackal gasped and arched his back, sitting almost upright and settling his weight against Evin until his tail hole threatened to spread around the squirrel's nose and chin along with his tongue. It didn't, not quite, but it was still a long, tense moment before Evin's nose had room to breathe again. He pulled his tongue out of the jackal's body, giving the other male's glistening tail hole a few licks as it flexed before his eyes, then diving back in. He had to nod his head up and down to follow Cassity's movements as the jackal began humping his body, the canine knot grinding hard into the wet fur over Evin's ribs, and when the squirrel's tongue rediscovered the other male's prostate at the same time as he delivered a tight squeeze and vigorous scritch to the jackal's tail base, Cassity's entire body locked up for an instant before an explosion of seed rocketed out and over Evin's legs and feet.
Cassity howled as his orgasm overtook him, and Evin pulled his tongue out of the twitching tail hole to keep the flexible muscle from getting crushed. Rope after rope of jackal cum painted stripes over his lower half while he lapped and nuzzled under the canine's rigid tail, the musky scent of Cassity's ejaculation overwhelming the floral steam filling the room. The full balls resting on the squirrel's neck gave one convulsive spasm aver another with no sign of stopping for more than half a minute, but eventually the jackal's climax had to fade to a last few spurts that drizzled straight onto Evin's crotch. When Cassity finally relaxed above him, the canine's clenching buttocks softening against his palms, Evin leaned up and gave the jackal's tail hole one last, lingering kiss with his lips. "Thank you, Cassity," he murmured against the other male's heated skin.
"Thank me?" the other male panted weakly, then pushed himself away from Evin's muzzle and crawled backwards to look at the squirrel upside down for a long moment with a small smile, his penis leaving a trail of sperm up to Evin's neck, where it slid down over his shoulder. Then he stood and made his way back to the tub, and Evin closed his eyes to give himself time to cool down and collect his thoughts.
He was really going to do this. It had taken him this long to fully make up his mind, but he knew now that he couldn't turn away from a job that would involve being around males the likes of Cassity day in and day out, even if it did mean posing and posturing nude for a female the entire time. Evin wouldn't mind a female looking at him, as long as she didn't require him to do for her anything like what he'd just done for the jackal. And like Cassity had told him, if he ever wanted to leave, nothing would stop him. The least he could do was give it a try.
When he realized he hadn't heard any splashing from the washbasin, Evin opened his eyes again and twisted his neck to look at the other male, and once again had to remind himself how to breath. Cassity was on his knees, bent over the tub's rim with that perfect, round bottom aimed straight at Evin's face, waiting patiently. The jackal looked back at him with a coy grin, swaying his hips from side to side. Evin could see his sack and phallus swinging with the motion of his rump between his slightly parted thighs, and the squirrel shook his head in disbelief. Even spent and softening, the jackal's penis dangled more than halfway to his knees.
"If you want to thank me for letting you give me one of the best rim jobs I've had in a long time, then I'll thank you for letting me return the favor," Cassity told him, and Evin rolled slowly to his feet, dripping much more than water as he approached the jackal's backside timidly, as if a sudden movement might make the larger male change his mind.
"Are you sure?" the squirrel asked, resting his hands on the sides of Cassity's rump. "This isn't what I . . . I mean, you don't have to do this, just because I . . . rimmed you." He still had trouble saying that as casually as the canine.
"Evin, think of the way I reacted to having just your tongue in me," Cassity reassured him. "Don't worry, hun, I want this as much as you do."
Evin laughed in spite of himself. "That I have trouble believing," he said, and he couldn't very well turn the jackal down after admitting just how much he did want this. Squeezing the jackal's rump cheeks together before pulling them gently apart, first hiding then fully exposing the small star of flesh awaiting him, he prepared himself mentally for what he was about to do. He would be sticking his penis into a complete stranger's tail hole, albeit the most gorgeous stranger he'd ever crossed paths with. Something occurred to him, then, that he should have thought of sooner. "How can you be sure I'm not carrying anything contagious?" Connor had found Evin begging in the streets, after all. Surely in his line of work, Cassity wouldn't be this reckless?
"I have a very good nose," the jackal explained. "You could still use a good scrubbing, but as far as diseases go, I know you're clean. And to answer your unspoken question, all of Tianna's concubines are very careful about who we take to our beds. If one of us contracted something, we'd be shown the door without a second thought. I'm not carrying anything, either, but I can't offer you more than my word in that regard."
Evin's instincts told him he could trust the other male, but more than that, what the jackal said made sense. Even more than that, Evin didn't know if he'd be able to stop himself from accepting Cassity's offer if the building was burning around him. Already panting, he watched the way Cassity's rump cheek bounced back into place and left the canine only half exposed when he lifted one hand away to rub the jackal semen covering his shaft into a smooth, slippery coat. Holding his twitching length steady, he didn't have far to lower himself down into position, even with Cassity on his knees.
Pushing his length underneath the jackal's tail and between those black buttocks until he met Cassity's heated resistance, Evin paused one last time, letting go of the rump's other cheek to let it fully embrace his tip. Leaning forward, he stroked the sides of the jackal's slender waist affectionately. "Are you sure . . . ?"
For an answer, Cassity cut him off by pushing his feminine hips back until his entrance parted around the squirrel's phallus, and he didn't stop until more than half of Evin's erection was inside him. Both males groaned loudly, and Evin bent over fully to hug the jackal's waist, his eyes closing in surprised ecstasy. He had only ever been on the receiving end of anal sex; his previous partners had been hesitant to give bottoming a try, and Evin had never complained. Now that he knew what he'd been missing, though. . . .
Then again, he didn't think his other lovers could ever have hoped to match Cassity. Evin was more than adequately endowed for his size and species, but he was smaller than the jackal in all respects, and slid in easily when Cassity pushed back against him. As soon as he settled on top of and inside the black canine, though, the other male squeezed around the front half of his erection with a virgin's tightness, and Evin gasped and hugged the jackal's waist all the harder for it. He hadn't even moved yet, and was already near the brink of orgasm! As much as Cassity had worked him up, he wasn't going to last long.
The jackal had his head resting on his crossed forearms, his muzzle lowered out of sight on the other side of the basin's rim, but Evin could still hear the other male let out a quiet, content murr. When the jackal's backside relaxed around him, the squirrel eased out an inch or two before prodding his way deeper one short nudge at a time. Having been on the receiving end himself, he knew better than to just ram into the canine's butt without concern for his partner's pleasure and comfort, but he still didn't waste much time working all the way inside. When Cassity's black fur touched his lap and those round muscles squished wetly against the tops of the squirrel's thighs, he almost lost control and climaxed, but he wanted to show some semblance of staying power. Beyond that, he didn't want the jackal to feel like Evin was just using him, no matter how freely the other male had offered himself.
Reaching one paw down Cassity's taut belly while holding his hips flush against the jackal's backside, Evin found the canine's scrunched sheath and stroked down over the revitalized erection that dangled beneath it, pulling it gently up against the jackal's stomach and pumping it slowly with both hands. "Ohh, now that's thoughtful of you," Cassity moaned, his rump shifting slightly against Evin's lap as he made small humping motions to match the squirrel's hands. He didn't pull away at all, though, keeping his bottom pressed flush against Evin's body, his tail wagging fitfully out to one side. The jackal's inner muscles stayed squeezed tight around Evin's shaft, relaxing now and again in a way that couldn't be accidental to keep the sensations constantly changing around him without the squirrel needing to move a muscle.
A part of him wanted to pound the jackal senseless, especially since he thought the other male might enjoy it as much as he would, but even more than that Evin wanted to bring Cassity to another orgasm. This might not have been a test, but it was still a first impression, and now that Evin had made up his mind to go through with becoming a concubine, he wanted to prove that Cassity wouldn't regret it.
After having one orgasm already, it took some time to bring the jackal back to the brink, and Evin began to slide his erection in and out of the other male's bottom in short, slow movements, despite his efforts at restraint. Cassity's penis throbbed in his hands every time Evin rubbed against his prostate, and as the squirrel's strokes in and out of the jackal grew longer Cassity began whimpering with each gentle thrust. Evin closed his eyes and kissed the other male's back, moaning into the wet fur and relishing being able to coax such pleasured noises out of the beautiful creature beneath him. He wished he could reach the jackal's face with his lips, but had to settle for nuzzling below Cassity's shoulder blades, the squirrel's heart thumping so hard in his chest he was certain the jackal could feel it in his back.
When all was said and done, Evin had simply started the pairing too close to his climax to hope to compete with the jackal's endurance. The feel of the awe inspiring endowment in his paws, of the overheated flesh around his own throbbing penis, the soft thuds of wet fur bouncing against his lap with every slow thrust, it was all too much for him to hold his arousal at bay. "Oh, spirits," the squirrel grunted, sliding home in a lunge that made a wet slap against Cassity's bottom as Evin's balls drew up to his groin, sliding between the lower edges of the jackal's flattened cheeks. He thought he could see lights swirling in the edges of his vision as he finally climaxed, shooting into Cassity's rectum over and over again, but he still had just enough presence of mind to clamp both paws around the jackal's swollen knot, kneading it with his fingers until the other male joined him in orgasm. Arching his back beneath the rigid squirrel, Cassity spurted hard enough that Evin could hear the cum splattering against the wooden washbasin. He could feel the pulses of semen flowing through the jackal's phallus, its underside vibrating against his fingers, and the rhythmic clamping of the canine's insides around his own shaft renewed the strength of Evin's climax. Trembling violently, the squirrel let out a loud cry, and his hips drew back of their own accord to slam into Cassity one last time, forcing an even more powerful jet of sperm to shoot from the canine erection.
Evin sagged on top of the other male as his afterglow settled around him, making all of his surroundings take on soft edges, his vision seeming to fade to twilight shades. Not surprisingly, the well-endowed jackal's orgasm lasted somewhat longer than the squirrel's, and Evin's penis stayed firm until Cassity's insides stopped rippling around it, leaving them both panting in blissful exhaustion.
The sloppy noise that the jackal's rear end made as Evin slowly pulled out shouldn't have been possible coming from such an embodiment of masculine beauty, and as the squirrel settled back on his haunches he started laughing giddily. Even as the sight of the black canine's bottom sealing shut and leaking white semen down the back of his damp scrotum kept Evin's arousal at a low simmer, he couldn't stop giggling. What he'd just done was beyond belief, let alone everything else he was about to agree to, and the sound of his withdrawal was merely the last push he needed to fall into hysterics. Trying to apologize through his giggles when Cassity looked back at him with a half embarrassed smirk only made them worse, and he didn't even stop laughing when the jackal crawled over sultrily and locked lips with him, pushing the giddy squirrel onto his back, their softening shafts rubbing together. Well, he did stop laughing eventually, the jackal's tongue making him forget what was so supposed to be so funny, and then he forgot everything entirely. There was nothing but the male on top of him, kissing him long past the point where they both should have come for air.
When Cassity pulled back, resting his weight on his hands beside the squirrel's shoulders, he panted down at Evin with a bemused smile, chuckling a little himself. "That's the first time anyone's ever laughed at me after sex."
"I'm so sorry," Evin said adamantly, though he still couldn't wipe the blissed out grin from his short muzzle. "I'm sorry, but everything . . . it's all just too much. This just can't be real. I'm just street vermin; you can't really be offering me a job in the palace, let alone as a concubine, it's ridiculous, if anyone saw me standing beside you they would think I was a disfigured scullery boy, not a. . . ."
Cassity stopped his rambling by planting a finger over his muzzle and looking down at him sternly. "Whatever you've done in the past, Evin, you're not vermin. Connor likes to say that you are whatever you choose to be, and he might be right, but you have to know you have a choice before you can make one. And once we get you cleaned up, you'll be amazed what people will really think when they see the two of us standing side by side."
From anyone else, Evin would have felt flattered but wouldn't have really taken the compliments seriously. Somehow, though, he couldn't make himself believe that the jackal staring down at him unblinkingly was being anything except honest. "I . . . I don't know what to say. . . ." Blast it all, why couldn't he stop stammering?
"We don't have to say anything." Cassity got to his feet and offered Evin a hand up. "Let's just wash this gunk out of our fur, for starters, and we'll see where we go from there."
Taking a deep breath and reaffirming his decision in his mind once again, Evin reached up and clasped the concubine's arm. The room spun as he was tugged upright, but once he was steady on his own two feet he let go of Cassity's arm and nodded. "Okay," he told the jackal. His world and all of his meager plans and aspirations had just been stood on their head in the course of a few minutes, but he just smiled up at the larger male, feeling for the first time in ages like he could trust that everything would be all right.
"Okay."