The House Dahan, Chapter IX: A Glorious day
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Been a while since I posted my last story. I've been sitting on this one for a while now, wasn't very happy with it. After some intensive and lengthy re-writing, I dare say that it's turned out quite well now. Since it was a bit light in the yiff department in the final version, I took a shorter piece I wrote seperately and adapted it slightly to fit in as an "interlude", which is all about the yiff. So if you want to get down to bussiness, feel free to skip ahead to that part, I won't mind :)
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The House Dahan, Chapter IX: A Glorious day
The Han estate teemed with activity in the early morning of the Tournament. The participants were all ready to go and assembled in the main courtyard. The massive space still had room to spare after accommodating all of them, several hundred cubs divided into 4 disciplines. Chen would compete in the discipline of the Sword. All the matches would take place on the same day, he'd need several victories to enter the finals.
All of the participants stood in military formation and full armor, waiting for Lord Han to open the competition. Crimson banners fluttered in the light breeze, the battling golden dragons seemingly instilled with the fire of life as the sun's early rays struck them.
Off to the side stood the supporters of the participants, all important nobles in their own right. Li, Ling and Fei were among them, waving and smiling at their champion. Bookies swarmed through the spectator ranks, taking bets on just about everything. Win or lose in particular matches, the amount of blows needed to win, stuff like that. A lot of silver would change hands today.
After a few minutes of standing stiffly at attention (Shame on you! :P), Lord Han's arrival was announced by a sounding of a dozen horns. The large double doors on the square's north side swung open, the massive dragon was wearing a simple crimson robe adorned only with his family crest. He walked onto a stone platform at the edge of the courtyard. His massive black claws scraped the grey stone slabs and left white scratch marks. As he reached the top, he looked over the gathered crowd and raised his arms, his voice rumbled through the air like a midsummer storm.
"Let the fighting BEGIN!"
Accompanied by loud applause from the audience, the participants headed to the "arenas" marked off in red chalk on the courtyard. Each area was a circle of roughly 5 meters (15 feet) in diameter and was marked with a number. The archery competitions would be held outside on shooting ranges. The courtyard held enough rings to host 20 matches at once. Each circle was looked over by an arbiter, usually one of the nobles. Their matches had been announced the day before, so everyone knew where to go.
Chen glanced over to Li one last time, he would be looking over one of the arenas. Li gave him a confident smile.
Chen walked up to the circle and looked over his first opponent, it was a cat of roughly the same height and weight as him. He'd forgotten the name, but that was hardly important. They bowed to the arbiter and to each other, before walking to the centre of the circle, facing each other. Their swords raised at eye level. One cub stood in the east, the other in the west.
The arbiter, a fat panda, gave some remarks about the rules. There would be no blows to the head or groin, no throwing of sand or spitting and all that sort of disreputable shenanigans. He stepped back and raised his arm, waited a few seconds and then lowered it briskly.
Chen leapt forward immediately, his blade flashed as it sought its way towards the cat's stomach. The feline dodged, just barely, and the wolf followed up with a stabbing strike, which landed on the cat's shoulder, resulting in a loud yelp.
The fat panda yelled, "One point to the East!"
Matches would end after one participant had gathered 3 points. Points were only earned by landing sword strikes, or if one party goes out of bounds.
Several spectators were most pleased at the easy victory, they were the ones that had put money on Chen's performance. The unmistakable and stimulating clatter of silver was heard as wealth changed paws. One unfortunate soul walked away, continuously cursing the gods for his misfortune.
Chen won his next two points quickly enough and was declared the winner. He was allowed a quick break before his next match took place.
As he walked over to one of the fountains outside of the courtyard for a quick drink, someone pushed him in his back, knocking him down. He got up and spun around, looking straight at Sun Han, the young dragon heir. He had his thick arms crossed as he glared at the wolf, his eyes shooting bursts of red fire. His breath struck Chen's face, hot like the midday sun.
"You think you can win this tournament, little wolf? Well I've got some news for you, you don't stand a fucking chance! Even if you manage to get your scrawny ass to the finals, I'm going to grind your face in the dirt. If you know what's good for you you'll just give up while your skull is still in one piece!"
Chen looked up at the taller boy for a few seconds. He then turned around and drank from the fountain. He completely ignored the dragon and headed back to the courtyard for his next match. He knew the Han boy couldn't actually hurt him, not without causing his father a great dishonor, which for a Lord was worse than anything else, even death. The fact that he was even trying to intimidate him in first place meant he was worried about fighting him.
Chen glanced over his shoulder at the surprised dragon, smirking one of those smirks that would infuriate even the most chilled-out hippy.
His next few matches all went rather smoothly. He took a few hits here and there but always came out the clear winner. The semi-finals were a bit trickier, but he managed to win convincingly in the end. The next match would be a final match against Sun Han himself. He couldn't wait.
Before the finals, there would be a three hour break so the finalists could rest and the arena could be properly prepared. The match would be lit by the evening's sun.
Li came up to the cub and slapped him hard on the shoulder, grinning widely, "Chen! You've done brilliantly! Reaching the finals on your first tournament...pretty impressive."
Chen smiled up at the grey wolf, "Thanks! But I'm not stopping at the finals, I'm winning this thing."
Li laughed loudly, "That's the spirit! You show that spoiled dragon whelp how a wolf fights!" He slapped him on the shoulder again. "Go and have a sit down and drink a bit of water. I'll send for you when you're expected out here again."
Interlude
Meanwhile.....
Ling was walking towards the guest rooms, planning to freshen up and get ready for the big finale. The pristine white dress she wore contrasted beautifully with her black fur, but she wanted something special. The wolfess was lost in thought as they walked, her mind wandering.
Suddenly everything went dark and she was yanked to the side, pushed forcefully against the wall. She yelped in surprise and she realized she was blindfolded, her invisible assailant quickly gagged her. She realized that there were at least two attackers, one other was now trying to tie her arms together. She started kicking and flailing, but the attackers were much too strong.
A soft rope was tied around her neck, dragging her away from the wall and down the corridor. She tried resisting, but she was held by a strong grip to her right, holding and pushing her on. After one particularly desperate attempt, the rope was yanked on roughly and she choked. Tears sprang into her eyes, but she started to control her panic.
After a quick walk, she heard heavy doors being closed behind her and the lock turning. She was put down on her back and tied down, spread-eagled. Her blindfold was yanked off. She blinked in the sudden light as her eyes adjusted and looked up. The room she was in had no windows and the only furniture was an odd looking table in the middle, on which she was tied down of course. Torches lined the walls, casting a dancing light through the room. She looked up into a familiar face.
"Fei?! What the hell are you doing!?"
The tigress chuckled. She adopted a tantalizingly luscious pose, her hips slanted with one paw resting on them and her chest pushed somewhat forward. "I think you'll recall you owe me something."
Ling looked confused, so the feline reminded her. She reached down to the immobilized canine and ran her paw across her perfect breasts, squeezing gently. "Remember the night before we got here? You made a promise."
Ling suddenly remembered, the late night swim, the horse and the promise. "Ehm...right...well, a promise is a promise." She swallowed hesitantly.
Fei grinned widely. "Good! We're going to have a great time honey...you've met my boys I believe?" She pointed to Ling's left.
Ling looked over and saw a pair of tigers, dressed in the Han military uniform.
"It wasn't hard convincing them to give me a hand today." She grinned and let the suggestion sink in. Ling's eyes flew open as she realized Fei's plan. The tigress bent down and licked her victim on the muzzle.
Fei motioned to the soldiers, "Go ahead boys, get her warmed up for me!"
The tigers smiled and quickly undressed. They were both large and muscular, model soldiers. Their semi-hardened cocks betrayed their excitement. One walked up to her and wasted no time, he pulled her head back by her hair and stuffed his cock into her maw. Ling, surprised at the sudden intrusion, yelped slightly. She recovered quickly though and started suckling the barbed member.
The other tiger had meanwhile approached the bottom end of the table, which had a handy little cutout section, allowing him easy access to the wolfess' bottom end. Like his friend, he was not in the mood for foreplay and simply rubbed some saliva on his cock and pushed into her. Ling winced as the tiger entered her and immediately started moving at a steady pace. She felt the barbs tugging on her flesh, almost painful but stimulating.
Fei stood to the side, her maw slightly ajar as she watched her mistress and lover get unceremoniously fucked by the two felines. She unhooked her clothes and let them drop to the floor. Slowly, she walked forward, running her paws over her tits, nipples and her wet pussy. As she reached the wolfess, she swung her leg over the table and climbed on top of the canine, face to face. She pressed their tits together and placed her paws on Ling's shoulders. Soft jolts indicated the thrusts of the tiger behind her. Ling looked up at her, still suckling the hard feline member in her maw.
Fei ran her tongue over her slave's face, briefly tasting the tiger cock as well. She motioned the tiger to increase his efforts, he started thrusting immediately. Ling moaned as the strong male fucked her face. Fei grinned devilishly. Slight sopping sounds accompanied the scene.
Ling felt quite conflicted. She was accustomed to being in control of the situation...but that hard feline cock pounding her pussy felt just as good, maybe even better this way. The feeling of being bred, pinned down under her former servant...it had a certain charm.
Lings increasing moans and the way Fei felt her body tense up warned her she was about to orgasm. Fei turned to the tiger behind her, "Fuck me instead big boy."
The tiger was all too eager to please and removed himself from the wolfess, instead plunging deep into the waiting feline equivalent, grabbing hold of her firm rump. Fei grunted and smiled as she looked down on Ling, who was looking extremely disappointed. Fei wagged her finger in front of her face "Not so soon dear...you have to earn it."
Ling mumbled something, unable to speak properly because of the throbbing tiger meat still fucking her maw. Fei motioned the cat to withdraw, which he grudgingly did. Ling swallowed, "Tell me how!"
"Tell me how...who?"
"Tell me how...mistress!"
Fei smiled and told the tiger fucking her to stop. She turned around, so that her pussy was positioned above Ling's maw and sat upright. "You can start by making me cum, slave."
Ling immediately started running her tongue over the dripping pussy, extracting a satisfied purr from the dominant feline. The tigers stroked their cocks to the side, eager to be let back in. Fei smiled their way, "You boys look like you want something. Can I help?"
The two looked at each other, hesitantly. One cleared his throat, "Ehm...yeah...could I fuck someone...please?"
Fei kept looking at them silently and pushed her cunt down on her slave's face. She felt soft, wet flesh part her folds and wiggle their way inside of her.
The tiger realized what she wanted, "Ehm...please, mistress?"
Fei grinned, "That's better...you can come over and fuck me in the ass." She slapped her firm rump hard as she said it.
The tiger perked up and ran over. As he positioned himself and lubed up somewhat, the other tiger spoke up. "Hey! What about me?"
Fei raised an eyebrow. "You don't have the right amount of respect for your mistress. You'll wait for now....Ugh!" She grunted as the hard, barbed cock invaded her rump. As the other tiger sat down, disappointed, his friend threw his head back in pleasure. Such a tight fit! Fei bent forward and held herself up with her arms to allow him easier access.
Meanwhile, the tongue in her pussy had wriggled as deep as it could go, constantly moving around. Fei gyrated her hips, enthralled by the double stimulation. She encouraged the tiger to speed up and pound her. He complied all too eagerly. The male growled as he pumped the tigress, his previous stimulation helping him to get worked up faster. The tight sphincter squeezed down on him, almost begging him to release his seed. The tigress' tits swayed back and forth with every thrust, audible slaps rang through the room every time he bottomed out.
Fei felt the male speed up even more and realized he was about to cum. She was getting close herself and pushed her pussy down on her slave, grinding her clit against her face. She tensed up and bit her lip.
The tiger pushed forward one last time and growled loudly, pulling back hard on the feline's rump. Fei's orgasm crashed over her as she felt the barbed cock twitch and throb, shooting its hot load inside of her. A gush of fluid shot out of her pussy as she screamed out loud, causing her slave to gag, before drinking it all up. The male pulled out his cock, a trickle of cum ran down Fei's thigh, dripping onto the tied wolfess.
The tigress purred deeply in satisfaction as she dismounted the table. Ling looked up to her, licking cum droplets from her muzzle. Fei smiled and undid the knots tying her down. She then took hold of the rope around her neck and pulled the wolfess to her feet. Fei looked over at the remaining tiger, the other having left the room to go to work, in the corner of the room. She beckoned him over.
As the tiger arrived, she grabbed his muzzle with one paw and looked him in the eyes. "Did you want to say something slave?"
The tiger hesitated slightly, but replied. "Uhm, I...I'm sorry mistress."
Fei looked sternly, "Do you understand you need to be punished?"
The tiger frowned. "I do?"
Fei nodded gravely, "I'm afraid so. Come with me, slave."
She led the tiger back to the table and motioned him to lie down. She quickly tied him down in the same way as Ling was. The male's face lit up, looked like he'd get to have some fun after all.
Leaving the cat tied up for the moment, Fei walked over to a sack in a corner, pulling Ling along with her by the rope. The male couldn't turn his head far enough to see what she was doing. After maybe a minute, Fei suddenly walked back into his line of sight. She climbed up the table and mounted his chest. Her paws ran seductively over his chest as she bent down, filling his view with her soft breasts. Her nipples stood proudly erect.
She spoke to him softly, "Do you accept you punishment slave?"
The tiger nodded, before remembering to address her properly. "Yes mistress, please punish me!"
Fei licked his muzzle and reached down with one paw. She stroked his cock, which started to stiffen swiftly. "Now Ling!"
The male yelped loudly as he felt something hard and cold penetrate his sphincter. Her tried to arch his back up and away from the intruder, but was held in place by his mistress. Fei grabbed his muzzle and forced him to look at her. "Stay still slave! Take your punishment like a man!"
She got off the table, revealing to the male the source of his discomfort. Ling was wearing a set of straps, which held a stone dildo. The very same contraption she and Fei loved to use on each other. Ling held on to the male's hips as she started thrusting forward, working the rock-hard cock deeper into the soldier's virgin tailhole. He tried working himself free, but the ties were too tight.
Fei reappeared, wearing an identical harness. She placed the stony wolf's member against his muzzle. "Suck my cock slave!"
The tiger shook his head, whining pathetically.
"Did I say you had a choice slave? Suck it!"She slapped him hard across the muzzle and pushed her cock against him again. The tiger finally opened his maw and she plunged in deep, making him gag slightly.
"That's better slave. Get it nice and wet for me." She pinched one of his nipples with one paw and stroked his head with the other. "How does it feel slave? Do you like getting fucked like a little bitch? Of course you do, you're a good boy aren't you?"
The tiger nodded, realizing it's no use fighting.
"See, I knew it. Good boy!" She pulled out, gave him a few pets on the head and walked over to Ling. The tigress stood behind her wolf slave and leant forward, pressing her tits against her back and her cock against her rump, stopping her thrusts. "I think you've deserved your reward now dear."
She grabbed her stone cock, lubricated by the male's saliva, and placed it against the wolfess' entrance. Slooooowly, she pushed forwards. The slippery hard toy parted her folds and unstoppably penetrated deeper and deeper, soon Ling felt the knot press up against her.
Fei grabbed Ling's shoulders and started slowly thrusting, extracting pleasured moans from the wolfess. The canine started pushing back in time with her thrusts, in the process resuming to fuck the male tiger. As the pair picked up speed, Ling looked back at Fei and licked her muzzle. Fei responded and they let their tongues dance between them.
The male, while humiliated and uncomfortable, started feeling some waves of pleasure seeping in. Much to his dismay, his cock swelled up once more. He looked up at the kissing pair. Ling's perfect black-furred body gleamed in the torchlight, her perfect tits swayed with every thrust. A bead of pre formed on his fully erect cock. Her rock-hard cock relentlessly fucked his tight tailhole, he felt the cold knot bump against his entrance. When Ling grabbed his cock with one paw and started stroking it, he threw his head back in pleasure. His cock throbbed heavily.
Ling grinned, "Look Fei, the slave boy loves it. I knew he was just a little bitch."
Fei broke the kiss and grabbed firm hold of the wolfess' rump. She ramped up the pace and started pounding Ling's sopping wet pussy. The wolfess screamed in pleasure, bending over slightly. Her paw clamped down on the male member, fiercely stroking it and her toy cock has forced to fuck the male at the same rate as she was being fucked.
Fei grunted as she spoke, "Quiet slave girl! I'm the only mistress here!" She slapped the black-furred rump in front of her hard.
*Clap*
*Clap*
The tiger arched his back as his cock shot thick ropes of cum all over his stomach, that last increase in pace had been too much. Ling collapsed on top of the male as Fei sped up to a demonic pace. Her tits smeared his cum all over the both of them as she slid back and forth under the assault. Fei slapped her rump again.
*Clap*
Fei leant forward herself, planting her arms on either side of Ling. She used the better angle to try and force the knot through. The large, hard mass slowly inched its way in, deeper and deeper. As Ling felt the knot pop inside of her, she finally came. Her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami, engulfing every neuron and clouding her mind with pure bliss.
Fei tore the knot back out and gave one parting slap to the wolfess' abused backside.
Chen was wandering around the estate, itching to get back into the fight.. On the way, he almost bumped into Sun Han, coming round a corner. The dragon grabbed his arms and slammed him against the wall.
"I've had enough of you puppy dog! What do you think'll happen when I break your damn arm right now?! No one's going to believe I did it. Your word against mine and I'm the oldest son of the Han! For all they know you just fell down the stairs." He punctuated his threat by painfully wrenching the wolf's arm.
Chen began to panic as the dragon snapped his jaws in front of him, the grip on his arms became unbearable, bruising him. Suddenly another voice was heard.
"I think they'd believe it when I back him up."
They both snapped their heads to the source. It was the older tiger Jin. The dragon growled deeply, "You little piece of shit! You wouldn't dare!"
Jin calmly looked him in the eye, "If you believe that, go right ahead."
The dragon did nothing for a few seconds, before throwing the wolf to the ground and stomping off, fuming (literally). Jin helped Chen to his feet, "Don't worry about that idiot, he can't do anything around a witness."
Chen prodded his arms, wincing at the bruises. "Thanks for the rescue Jin...don't worry about me, I'm going to kick his ass so hard his daddy's going to feel it."
A servant came round the corner, saying that his final match was about to begin. They trotted over to the courtyard.
All the nobles and many of the fighters had gathered around the central ring, wooden scaffolds had been erected for the higher nobles, the host and the families of the competitors. The last match to have been fought was the finals for the unarmed competition. The families were just leaving their podium and the Dahan family came up. They sat down on the right hand of Lord Han and smiled at Chen.
Lord Han stood and his mighty voice bellowed forth. "Now the finals of the Sword! In the West..." He made a grand gesture to that side. "...Sun Han of the Han!"
Cheering erupted from the crowd, eager to see the most anticipated match of the day.
"And in the East....Chen of the Dahan!"
The cheering erupted again with renewed intensity as the two younglings faced each other, blunted swords raised. They stared each other in the eyes, if looks could kill they'd have both crumpled to the ground.
Lord Han raised his mighty arm, held it for a second and dropped it.
Sun lunged forward with a wide horizontal strike, looking to break the wolf's defense with his greater strength. Chen dodged backwards. The dragon continued with another strike...and another....and another. Chen dodged every one, each time "ooh!" and "aah!" sounds came from the crowd. Sparks and flacks of stone flew up when Sun Han struck the ground.
Chen was being driven back to the edge of the ring, if he went out of bounds Sun would gain a point. He suddenly leapt forward and swung a fast, low arch of shimmering steel at the crimson dragon. Sun was taken of guard and jumped back in a reflex. Chen followed up and slashed a vertical attack at his shoulder. The blow was blocked inches away from the target, Sun threw aside the blade, with a loud metallic scrape, and roared as he attacked again. Chen actually felt the dragon's breath in his face.
Chen feigned left, successfully misdirecting his opponent, and slipped past him to the right. Having passed the dragon, he swung around fast. Sun couldn't stop the momentum of his failed attack in time and was hit hard on the shoulder.
"One point to the East!", roared the voice of Lord Han.
Chen smiled, having the first win is always a good thing. Just two more.
They faced each other again in the centre of the ring, Han's arm sliced the air once more. Steel flashed and blurred as they whirled around each other. Metal sang its shrill song as strikes were blocked and parried. The red light of the setting sun glinted of the maelstrom of polished steel, granting an effect worthy of a battle between gods. Both younglings were extracting gasps of amazement from the crowd. They fought with the grace and precision of warriors twice their age. Both Chen and Sun managed another point after drawn-out duels, they were very closely matched.
...Chen tried a horizontal attack on the legs, lunging forward. Sun, instead of stepping back, jumped forward over the attack. As he landed, right in front of Chen, he hooked his leg behind the wolf and pushed him to the ground. He roared in triumph and struck him hard on the chest, knocking the wind out of his enemy.
"One point to the West!"
Chen felt a stabbing pain, he worried his rib might have cracked. This suspicion was confirmed when he stood up and tried breathing deeply. One last deciding fight, winner takes all. He ignored the pain as best he could, he wasn't about to give up now. He turned to face his opponent again.
Once more, the arm descended through the air.
They both lunged immediately, swords clashing together. Chen backed away quickly, not allowing the dragon to exploit his biggest advantage, his sheer power. His chest flared up in pain as he tried a strike at the shoulder, nothing he hadn't suffered through in all those brutal training sessions with Li.
Sun parried, pinning his blade down against the ground and kicked forward. Chen stepped aside quickly and, in one fluent movement, spun around, lifting his blade. His attack was dodged, but only just. The crowd loudly proclaimed their relief and disappointment in equal measure.
Chen barely managed to parry an attack by the dragon and dodged another. He swung again at the shoulders, again it was parried. The two fighters lunged and retreated, spun and leapt, blocked and parried. Metal screamed at the top of its lungs, it screeched and scraped, flashed and blurred.
The crowd was ecstatic. The bookies were preasing their various gods as bets poured in. The warriors stood with silent respect for the two younglings, fighting with more skill than most adults in the audience. Even Li had forgotten all his usual calm and decorum, cheering and swinging his arms.
The crowd held its breath as Sun leapt forward with a mighty overhand strike, missing the wolf by a hair. His blade slammed into the stone floor, sparks flew away in every direction. He spun around and blocked the oncoming swing, directed at his legs. The blades locked together, he swung them upwards and away and kicked at the wolf. The attack connected with Chen's chest, who gasped and stumbled back. A sharp pain radiated from his presumably broken rib.
Sun charged, roaring loudly and attacked with a powerful horizontal swing. Chen dodged backwards, still recovering from the last attack. Sun grinned, certain of victory and followed up with a massive overhead attack. Chen leapt aside just in time, the dragon's blade missing just barely and slamming into the ground again. The wolf swung a fast attack to the shoulder, which was parried. In doing so, the dragon was forced to turn far to his right. Chen twirled around and directed his blade at the dragon's exposed left flank.
He connected, the impact of his attack dropped Sun to his knees.
"Victory to the East!!!", Lord Han's voice roared at its full, earth shattering volume. The crowd completely lost it, screaming and cheering.
Chen stood panting heavily, every breath accompanied by a sharp pain. He eventually turned to Lord Han and bowed as deeply as his injury would permit him, which wasn't very deep at all. His dragon opponent stormed off, leaving the courtyard.
Li laughed loudly, cheering the white cub.
Chen had to be supported as they headed to his room. Jin helped him along slowly and put him down on the bed.
One of the doctors quickly determined the injury, two broken ribs. He bandaged his chest tightly. The fox summed up the measures that had to be taken to allow the cub to heal properly, most involved lying completely still while drinking expensive potions.
Li held the white wolf's shoulders and looked into his eyes, "Chen! You won! I knew you could do it."
Fei, Ling and Jin added their congratulations. Chen was more occupied with the stabbing pains in his chest, he smiled weakly.
Li continued, "Lord Han will be congratulating you personally, tomorrow morning. Since you're in no shape to ride, we'll load you up in the carriage and head home after that. Try to get some sleep, if you need anything, you let me know."
Chen nodded and after some final congratulations and "sleep tights" they left him alone in his bed. The pain in his chest settled down a bit, but sleeping seemed out of the question.
After about an hour a soft knock sounded at the door, it slid open and he saw Ling, lit up by the moonlight seeping in through the window. She spoke in a soft, hushed voice. "Are you awake Chen?"
Chen gave a confirming grunt. The black furred wolf walked up to him and stroked his cheek. "Can't get any sleep huh?", she gingerly ran her paw over his chest. "Would you like me to help?"
Chen, looked up at her, "How?"
Ling smiled and ran her paw down over the sheets, fondling his sheath through the silk. Chen pushed up his hips slightly. He spoke softly, "I can't really do anything."
Ling removed the sheets, "Don't worry about that honey, I just want to make you feel better." She dropped off her robe, standing naked in the silver moonlight, her eyes sparkled. She carefully climbed on top off the cub, making sure not to jolt him or touch his chest. She straddled him and grabbed his growing cock in front of her. She pawed him gently, looking seductively into his eyes. Chen moaned as his member stiffened and reached its full size.
Ling lifted herself slightly and guided his cock to her entrance. Sinking down slowly, she took him in. Chen squirmed a bit underneath her. Ling leant forward, careful not to hurt him. "Just sit still baby, I'll take care of you."
She grinded her hips gently, her tongue lapped at his muzzle. Chen moaned and licked her back. Their tongues entwined in a moist, hot dance. A few moments later, Ling sat up straight. She placed her paws gently on his stomach and increased her pace. Her marvelously perfect breasts swayed softly.
She panted as she rode her impossibly white cub, her clit rubbed against his fur with every movement. She brought her paws up and stroked her tits, pinching her nipples. Her voice sounded heated and hoarse.
"Don't worry little wolf, you're going to feel much better soon."
She started moving up and down along the hard wolf cock buried in her pussy. She squeezed her tits hard as her rump slapped against her cub, his knot prodded at her entrance with every stroke.
"You want to knot me cub? You want to push that fucking knot inside me?"
Chen moaned and squirmed, "Yessss!"
Ling felt her orgasm announce itself and redoubled her efforts. She slammed down hard on the wolf knot, edging its way through her tight entrance. Her tits bounced up and down violently as the wolfess worked to let the cub tie with her.
"Come on little white wolf, almost there! Cum inside me Chen, I want that hot cum deep inside me!"
At last, it popped inside. She gasped and grinded her hips strongly against the cub, waves of pleasure rolled through her as she came, contracting around the knot in her pussy. Chen bucked slightly, his movement restricted, his mouth flew open in silent bliss. He shot his load deep inside the black wolf. His young cock pulsed and squirmed inside the tight velvet confines of Ling's pussy as he filled her up with his cum.
They kept grinding against each other, prolonging their orgasm. Eventually it died down and they stopped moving, catching their breath. Ling's chest heaved up and down as she looked down on her little cub.
Ling leant down again and they kissed deeply. They remained tied together as they let their tongues swirl around. Eventually she slipped out his deflating cock and dismounted. She stroked over her moist folds, a small trickle of cum ran down her thigh. She gave the cub a lick on his muzzle, pulling the sheets back up.
"Sleep tight Chen."
She left the room. Chen fell asleep almost immediately.
He woke the next morning after a dreamless slumber when Li and Jin entered the room. They gently helped him sit up. Li spoke up, "You think you can walk?"
Chen nodded, the pain had dulled a bit. He managed to stand without too much discomfort, but was still leaning on Jin to move. They headed out to the courtyard, where Lord Han stood waiting on the stone platform at the back. His son was absent.
The gathered crowd cheered as they approached the dragon, clearing a path. The other winners had already been formally congratulated, but this is the one everyone wanted to see. As they slowly climbed the small steps up to the platform, Lord Han motioned for silence.
Jin left Chen's side as he stood before the Lord and joined Li, Ling and Fei at the side of the platform. Chen looked up at the titanic lizard and waited expectantly. Lord Han raised his voice.
"Chen of the House Dahan! Congratulations! I will not waste a great many words, since your victory speaks for itself. You honor your House, even if you are not of their blood. I award you with a symbol of that honor."
Han turned to a servant, who presented him with a large rectangular case. He opened it ceremoniously and lifted its contents for all to see. It was a sword, but clearly not a common sword.
"This sword was wielded by a great warrior from the west! A foreign master of arms from lands beyond the Indus!"
It had a long, straight double edged blade. It was slightly broader at the base. A groove ran down most of the centre of the metal. The guard was a long metal protrusion that formed a cross with the blade and handle. This guard grew thinner from its point of attachment before tapering back out at the tips. It had a large pommel as counterweight, shaped like a thick disc. Both the pommel and the guard were plated in silver. The handle itself was bound in dark leather straps.
Lord Han presented the blade to the cub. Chen's eyes grew wide as he extended his arm to take the handle. He lifted the heavy weapon with one paw and held the blade in his other. Looking closer you could see scratches and marks on the blade from past combat, it had certainly been tested. Engraved on the broader base was a symbol and some sort of foreign writing that he could not read.
The symbol was of a similar shape as the sword, a tall standing rectangle intersected near the top by a shorter, horizontal one, forming a sort of cross. The cross was decorated with swirling lines across its surface and a circle of lines was drawn around it, like a halo of light. Underneath the symbol stood incomprehensible letters, enclosed in a stylized sort of banner:
IN NOMINE PADRE ET FILIVS ET SPIRITVS SANCTI AMEN
Turning over the blade in his paws, he saw another engraving on the other side. This one resembled some sort of family crest or sigil. It was a heavily stylized animal, resembling a feral wolf on its hind legs, with its claws in the air.
Chen eyes sparkled as he studied the foreign weapon, the crowd cheered. Li gestured to Lord Han that he wished to speak. The dragon nodded slightly. The grey wolf walked up behind Chen and placed his paws on the cub's shoulders. He turned them both to face the crowd.
Li motioned for silence. Reluctantly, the crowd gave it to him.
"I am Li Dahan of the House of Dahan. Today before you all as witnesses, I have an announcement to make. While Chen is not of my blood by birth, I have come to care for him as my own..." he paused a second,"...I hereby formally adopt this male as my son and sole heir! I give him the name Dahan to bear as his own, with all rights and duties that come with it!"
For a split second, Lord Han's eyes spewed fire and brimstone, his muscles tightened and his fists clenched...he recovered immediately and loudly congratulated the pair. "Most exiting news! Congratulations Chen Dahan of the House Dahan."
Chen was stunned, he looked back at Li in surprise. The wolf smiled warmly down at him and squeezed his shoulders.
The crowd cheered, erupting into fiery enthusiasm for one last time.