Little Red - part five
(Alright, I know this has taken a while to get up, and I do apologize, but I've been busy. Enjoy!)
"But you sa-aid I didn'- Mmph!"
Emily was cut off as the wolfs cock shoved inside of her slit, making her bite her lip and grunt softly as he pushed against her cervix, so deep inside of her. He was holding her by the leash attached to her collar, bent over the table and only able to pull her face up the few inches away from the table based on the tiny bit of chain he wasn't holding. His muzzle was buried in her hair, and he sniffed at her happily even as he took his unwilling little slave. "Yes, well I changed my mind. These are very important guests, and the best way to relieve tension is to present them a whore. With the main servant sick, you will have to replace her at the table tonight, with the other girl I have lined up during the meal."
She squirmed under him, but he pressed harder against her, making her whimper and still under him. "Quiet and enjoy what I give you, because the wolves later will not bother with your pleasure." Though she let out a disgruntled little noise, she did slowly relax under him, grumbling until he slowly began to move in and out of her sex. Though she wasn't terribly wet, his pre quickly slicked her sex, allowing him to move in and out of her with relative ease. He pushed her hair away from her neck and bit her covered shoulder, having not bothered to undress her when he bent her over his desk and shoved his cod deep inside of her. While he could still hear soft, annoyed sounds coming from her, he knew by how heat slowly blossomed in her sex, she was enjoying herself.
Indeed, she was relaxing slightly and enjoying herself some as he took her slow and steady, his cock moving deep inside of her sex. She finally groaned softly and shuddered slightly in pleasure, giving up on the grumpy act, knowing it would be better if she just enjoyed it. She didn't doubt that the wolves later wouldn't care for her pleasure, and at least with him, she could enjoy herself some, having grown a bit more willing over the last month.
He picked up the speed when she groaned with a happy snarl, biting a little more roughly as she gave in. Though she wasn't broken just yet, she was very close, and he knew it. He could feel her strong will slowly bending under his, and he knew that soon, she would be just as compliant as the other servants, and the thought drove him harder inside of her.
As he moved harder inside of her, the woman shuddered and grimaced slightly, but quickly adjusted to the new pace and whimpered softly in pleasure. Her fingers curled in bliss as he took her harder, panting softly between growing moans, and he began hammering deep inside of her tight heat. They rutted and moaned, his cod hitting deep and making her moans grow slowly louder, higher in pitch as she started to tighten around him. Her moans and tightening heat made his knot swell hard inside of her, forcing him to pop hard in and out of her, until he had no choice but to pull his knot out and bounce it against her until he began spurting inside of her.
She came a moment after he did, and he snarled, wishing he could feel her clenching around his knot, but if he tied with her, she wouldn't have a chance to get cleaned up and changed before the guests started arriving. Technically, he shouldn't have screwed her at all so close to the party, but then, she had been disobeying him, and she needed to be taught her place.
The woman panted softly under him where she was pinned, her eyes closed and body trembling slightly with the after affects of a good orgasm. Slowly, he let go of her chain and pulled back, the last few spurts of his seed hitting the floor and more of his seed dripping from her used sex. She remained still as he pulled her skirt down over her bare ass, and put himself back together, slowly standing when he finally unclipped the leash and moved away. "Go clean yourself and change into the things that were left for you. No more complaining, or I'll give the servant girl the night off and have you take it all yourself."
Though she stuck her tongue out at him, he ignored her as he left her to go bathe, and she sighed softly before shaking her head. It had been a month since the wolfess had come to visit her, and she had seen little of the female since, which suited her fine. At four months pregnant, she had other things to worry about then that female trying to scare her, like keeping her occasional mood-swings in check, and doing what she was told by the wolf. Over the past month, he'd been taking her out more and having her do more things in the city. She'd gotten to explore and shop a bit, getting new dresses for her slowly swelling body, and simply enjoying a bit of freedom, though always with Marquis at her side.
She sighed as his seed dripped down her thighs when she stood, but ignored the slow oozing and went up to her room, a maid hurrying after her, having heard that she needed to bathe. The girl followed her up taking a bucket of water, and slipped past her into the bathroom as she began to take off her dress. Under it, she was gaining weight, her once nearly flat stomach was now swollen slightly, not much, but enough to make it obvious that she was about halfway through her pregnancy, and to make wearing some of the more cumbersome corsets painful. In the mirror, she could see her pale body and modest womanly curves, as well as the growing little swell of her child. Her black hair had grown longer and wilder, falling in long, thick locks down to her waist, and with the majority of her time being spent inside, her skin had grown softer in color, as well as to the touch with the lack of real exorcise.
With a shake of her head, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and gathered it in a ribbon, tying it in a tight, thick bun on top of her head to keep it from getting wet. When she entered the bathroom, the maid was just finishing putting herbs into the cool water in the bucket, and looked up with a small smile, gesturing to the bath. "Ma'am... Step in, and we'll get you cleaned up."
Emily smiled and nodded at the woman, stepping into the bath as she did. She had grown quite affectionate towards the other slaves, especially when they took care of her, and she occasionally had to screw them for Marquis. When she stepped into the bath, the girl lifted a smallish bowl of water and tipped it over her pale skin, letting it run down and wash away the first layer of grime. Once that was finished, she dipped a rag into the clean water and went to work gently scrubbing her, working quickly and unobtrusively. Periodically, she rinsed the rag in a small dish of dirty water, then dipped it in the clean water once again, until the woman was clean and smelling nice.
As she stepped out of the bath, the maid held up a towel to her, which she gratefully wrapped around herself. The towel was warm from a fire, and she held it tight around herself as she went out to the bedroom, rubbing herself clean quickly after a glance at the clock told her she was running low on time. If she was late, she was in trouble, so she quickly finished drying and picked up the nearly transparent clothe from the bed, holding it up to examine it.
It was really no more than a white gauze wrap skirt with the same white fabric forming nothing more than what could have passed as a light sash that was meant to somewhat cover her breasts. She stared at it for a long moment before sighing and shaking her head, slipping the skirt around her waist and letting the maid tie it. The top was a bit tricky, and she had to carefully adjust it over her breasts before tying the fabric in the front in a tight bow that did interesting things to her moderately sized and perky breasts. When her skirt was fastened low on her neck, the servant girl went to work freeing her hair and brushing it out with a horse-hair brush until it was as silky smooth and floating in the faint breeze coming through the window. When her hair was thoroughly brushed, the woman used a silver pin to hold one side of it out of her face while the rest fell free around her to be grabbed.
The final touch was one that no one but Marquis could add to her ensemble, and she gently took the golden box off of her vanity, holding it in her arms as she carried it down the hall to his room, where he was likely to be. She was in luck, and he opened the door when she gently bumped it with her hip, looking down at her for a moment before letting her in with a grin on his face. When he could tell that she just wanted him to do this part and get it over with he loved drawing it out and watching as she squirmed. "Kneel, little whore. And open the box."
As expected, annoyance touched her face, but she obediently knelt in front of him and opened the golden lid, looking up at him expectantly. He gently reached down, and using the key he kept around his neck, he unlocked the sturdy lock on her collar, slipping the black leather from around her neck and setting it in the box with one hand, as the other took out a different collar, a special collar. It was the collar she only wore when they went out, black like the other, but with his insignia carefully inlaid in gold all around. A small golden bell hung from a heavy ring on the front, and tinkled as she moved, which proved extremely arousing when it jingled wildly as he fucked her. Slowly, affectionately, he pushed her hair out of the way and fastened the elaborate collar around her pale neck, then used a claw to hook through the ring and drag her to her feet, shock on her lovely face. He kissed her hard, and would have ground against her if she hadn't been holding the box, and he soon let her go to keep from rumpling her before the males came.
When he finally pulled back, she was panting and flushed, and he finally let out of her collar to let her step back. With his hands now free, he took the box from her and set it on his dresser, turning away from her. "Go greet the guests. They will be here soon. Don't get on your knees again until they're all here, and then you will do what they ask without complaints. I'll be down when they're finished and a maid has been sent to me."
Still panting softly, dizzy from the kiss, she made her way out of the room, and was barely at the door before a knock came from the other side, and one of the maids opened it to let a male in. The other servant that would be servicing the men was standing in the same sort out outfit as her, but in black against her pale hair in contrast to Emily. They stood side-by-side as the stocky male looked them over and gave his cloak to the maid at the door, moving closer and circling for a better look at them. As he seemed about ready to grab their rumps, everyone's attention went to the door as another knock came, another male coming in after the maid opened the door. This male was taller and thicker, looking calmly over the girls before heading into the other room. Immediately, Emily wondered if he was going to be the one that she would have to worry about. His cool indifference could be the calm before the storm.
Five more males and two females entered over the next fifteen minutes, two giving the girls quite a bit of attention, one going so far as demanding sex immediately, but they knew their orders, and stayed still, waiting until the last wolf was in before finally relaxing slightly and smiling to the wolves, only to both be immediately claimed by one or two wolves each, more moving in with those predatorial smiles. The pale hair girl was snatched up by one of the females, while Emily ended up with two males, and the other female, being pulled off towards the main room, where there were plush couches and chairs. The other girl was soon taken off with her, and even as Emily was being pushed to one of the couches, she looked over to see the servant being taken to one of the chairs, where the wolfess sat, pulling her skirt up and dragging the girls face into her sex. It only took a moment for a male to come up behind her as she lapped at the female and shoved her skirt out of the way, shoving inside of her.
Soon, her view was cut off as she was dragged down on top of a wolf on the couch, her back to his chest and his paw dragging her skirt up to expose her soft curls to the male that was already moving on top of them. With her skirt out of the way, the male below her grabbed her slender thighs and pulled her legs high and apart, already searching her tight hole as he did. It only took a moment for him to nudge between her cheeks and thrust deep inside of her ass with a content snarl, rutting against her at an eager pace. The male over her, the seemingly indifferent male that came second into the small mansion, took the opportunity he was given and slammed himself deep inside of her wet sex, growling as he hilted inside of her and began taking her at a rough, fast pace. Finally, the female that had joined them perched carefully over her face and pulled her to her slit using a handful of black hair to hold her there, silencing the cry that had threatened to burst from her lips.
As the males hammered both of her holes, she worked her tongue into the wolfess, having learned what to do over the months of occasionally playing with the other servants. It was good, since that meant that she wasn't going to be snapped at for not doing what she was supposed to do, and besides, it had given her a taste for women that she'd never had before.
Her tongue wriggled and delved deep, her moans vibrating through her sex as she was taken even harder by the male on top of her. He pulled her top away from her breasts and bit her roughly with a rather vicious snarl, sure to leave marks. Despite the pain of the bites, her nipples hardened to him, and as his tongue lashed over the little beads, her moans grew higher in pitch with pleasure. When she went to reach her head up to tease the females clit, the male roughly grabbed he wrists and pinned them on either side of her, hammering mercilessly inside of her. It was a stark contrast to the male behind her, who was happy to take her at a steady, fast pace, using her to his leisure, while making it easy on her. That also meant that while the man on top of her was already growing his knot, the man below her still had plenty of rutting to go.
It only took a few more minutes before he had to drag his knot out with an audible pop and began spurting inside of her, rutting against her to the bulge and snarling as he emptied his balls. Already, another male was moving up to take his place, and did when he finally dragged his flaccid length from her slit.
After that, it was generally just a blur of fangs and cocks, some coming back for seconds, shifting her into different positions. They filled her holes with cum and splattered more across her body until she eventually found herself on her knees beside the other naked, cum covered servant, both panting for air and waiting.
They she didn't know what was going to happen, her gaze was drawn to the stairs, and she saw her master coming down, looking quite pleased with the scene. Without a word, he greeted his guests, nodding to them in approval, then stopping in front of the soaked slaves, looking them over with amusement. Because they would know what to do, and as a show of dominance, he lazily pushed down his pants, letting his throbbing erection be seen, proud and impressive, a drop of pre on his tip. Before Emily really had a chance to understand, the other slave sat up on her knees and reached forward lapping up the pre, her hand moving to his balls to massage them. It only took her an instant to realize then, and suppressing a sigh, she reached to run her tongue and lips down his length.
With one girl swirling her tongue around his tip and massaging his balls, and the other teasing his slowly swelling knot, Marquis was in heaven. If he could have, he would have simply knotted them both, but there was no time for that, when he needed to get to business. Instead, he let his little whores work his cock like experts, stroking their hair as the other wolves watched, satisfied already. Soon, he could feel his sac clenching, the familiar burn of feral lust burning deep in his stomach, and the throb of his cod as the girls worked harder. They were well attuned to his gives, and knew that he was ready to burst, and the girl at his tip took him deeper and sucked him harder. His claws clenched in the wheat coloured hair, pulling her roughly against him with a snarl as he began spurting deep inside of her in thick streams, though not as fast and thick as he would have if he hadn't earlier fucked the slave teasing his knot with her lovely little tongue.
Though it felt damn good, before he finished, he knotted his claws in both slaves hair and yanked them back, blasting the last few streams over their naked skin to mingle with all the other seed that was already dripping from their chins and down their breast, or oozing from both their asses and their slits. It was satisfying to see them covered like this and slowly, very slowly, he let them go, patting their heads for a moment, then pulling his pants back up. "Good whores... Off with you now, I'm sure you're exhausted."
Looking slightly dazed, Emily stood with the other servant, who took her hand, looking nearly as messy and dazed and covered as she felt. Together, they went upstairs, where servants would be waiting to wash the exhausted and used girls, then put them to bed after the fuckings.
As unwilling as she was to give into what Marquis wanted, Emily had secretly enjoyed being used, and was excited by the thought of how much seed was inside of her. It repulsed and invigorated her, which threw her into emotional turmoil. What was she becoming that she was enjoying being used like a whore by men and women, when she had been meant to wed and give birth to legitimate children that she wouldn't always feel some small amount of pity and resentment toward, despite the fact that she loved what she was carrying.
She had to get out. She would start thinking more seriously about the female's offer, and try to figure out what to do. The child would be fine with its father, but she knew she couldn't stay and become a mindless whore like the others. Eventually, he would get bored, and he would move on to another. Maybe, after she'd served her purpose, he would even kill her, and she had no intention of laying herself to that fate until she had absolutely no other choice. At that point though, she still did, and she would wade through all the possibilities, exhaust her chances until she was either free, or had nothing else to do. No. She would not give up so easily, even while she continued to let him use her body.