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The first of the character-focused chapters, yay! The hardest part about these is choosing what order to put them in, as they'll be pretty much running at the same time. Using a complex selection process, based around a d20, I have now decided I will start out with Fenrir! Next one is still up for grabs, so if you have a favourite feel free to cast a vote in the comment section.

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Improbable Heroes, Chapter III: Fenrir

Fenrir was sitting on a hard wooden stool in Captain Brutus' "office". It was a plain square room, made of unadorned sandstone. The only furniture was that stool. Brutus, a large hellhound, stood before him, his arms held behind his back. Two hound guards flanked him. The captain seemed to take great pride in his uniform, made mostly of silk as black as his fur. His silver medals hung proudly off his chest, declaring his military acumen to everyone with eyes. Not so much as a wrinkle or spot of dust to be seen, quite the accomplishment so near the desert.

Brutus walked around Fenrir, studying the meat presented to him. "Hmmm, not bad, not bad. Strong arms, plenty of scars. You look fearsome enough. Tell me, what weapon do you use?"

Fenrir looked up at the hound. "The sword."

He yelped as a hard blow hit his muzzle.

"Do not look your betters in the eye slave. As for the sword, that is acceptable."

Fenrir growled and snarled at the captain. Brutus kicked the stool out from under him and smashed his head against the floor.

"That....was a mistake slave. Do that again and I will kill you. Now stand up"

He released the wolf, who grudgingly scampered to his feet. "I can see you'll be a difficult one. The proud sort. We have ways of dealing with that."

He motioned to one of his guards, who handed him a collar. The strap was made of black leather, with round golden studs. The captain strapped it around the wolf's neck, just so tight as to be uncomfortable. "That is your collar, do not attempt to remove it or you will regret it. Understood slave?"

Fenrir nodded grudgingly. All I need is one chance and you're dead

"Good. Now we shall discuss your duties as a slave. You are a guard. You will accompany whichever noble selects you and protect him or her with your life. Just keep in mind that when they die, so do you...and not pleasantly. Besides that you will obey any other commands given to you by your master. Hesitation will warrant punishment. Refusal means death. Are we clear, slave?"

Fenrir nodded again.

"Good. Take this one to the selection."

He was pushed out of the room and into the palace. They passed through a myriad of corridors, each more richly decorated than the last, until they came upon a courtyard. The yard was a strange place, a large open area with a red stone floor which felt warm to his bare paws. Along the outer walls stood a variety of Demons. Courtiers and nobles no doubt, judging from their wealthy apparel. Slaves were lined up per category In the centre. Fenrir glimpsed Ulm, being led away back into the palace on the opposite side of the yard. He was placed in the line of warriors and told to wait until someone chose him.

The selection process was a simple one. Nobles looking for a new slave walked along the lines and judged each slave's worth, negotiating pricing with Aurelius' overseer, the fat boar demon called Uzgorg.

Fenrir was pushed and prodded like a side of beef as various potential masters tested his muscle. The first time one of the Demons slipped a claw into his loincloth, he nearly lashed out and bit him. What stopped him was the sudden shock coming from his collar, the pain forced him to his knees, much to the spectators' amusement.

A magic collar...that's all I need.

He couldn't say how long he stood there, at least a few hours, before he was approached by a striking Demoness. On first glance she appeared to be a wolf, but she had taken on a host of demonic qualities. The typical red slitted eyes, small black claws instead of nails and a pair of small curved horns were the most obvious. Her fur was well groomed and dark as coal, her red silk dress accentuated her generous hips and her perfectly formed breasts. Bands of gold were clasped around each wrist.

As she passed the wolf, she stopped and smiled. "Ah...a wolf. It's been a while since I've seen such a...well developed specimen." She ran her clawed paw over his arms and chest. She raked his skin hard enough to draw a bit of blood, Fenrir clenched his jaw. "Strong and brave, very good."

She leant forward just enough to brush her breasts against him, then lowered her paw down his loincloth, grabbing his sheath roughly. Fenrir gritted his teeth, his member swelling at the commanding touch.

She grinned "Yes, that will do as well." Turning to the boar Demon, she waved for his attention. "How much for this one Uzgorg?"

After hammering out a price, which was paid immediately, she commanded him to follow her and led him back into the palace. After a few minutes of negotiating winding corridors, they arrived in a large room decorated in blacks and reds. A large double bed stood against the back wall, covered in black silk sheets. Besides that there were several closets and tables, various doors separated the main room from other smaller ones.

"These are my private chambers, I will find a place for you later." She clapped her paws, causing a pair of feline servant girls to rush out from behind a silken curtain. "Bring me wine and fetch my captain." She said, sinking down on a red couch. Fenrir was allowed to sit in a simple redwood chair across from her.

In no time the wolf-Demoness held a golden goblet filled with a dark red wine, she drank it all at once, then held out her arm for a refill. "These hot southern days are murderous, I tell you. Us wolves were made for colder climes. Do you enjoy the heat slave?" She looked at him, clearly expecting a response.

Fenrir made sure to keep his eyes pointed down. "No."

"No...." She drew out the last sound expectantly.

Fenrir swallowed his pride for the umpteenth time, "...mistress."

She smiled "That's better. You can also call me 'my Lady' or 'Lady Redcliffe' if you wish. I am the countess of Redcliffe, an ugly little rock on the northern border of the duchy. It has mines renowned for its rubies so I ought not complain, even though dear Aurelius takes most of the proceeds, of course." She allowed her goblet to be filled again. "But I'm being inconsiderate. Please have some wine, you must be parched."

He was. A quick gesture caused a simple cup to appear in his paw, filled with the same red wine. Lady Redcliffe motioned him to drink. Fenrir sniffed, smelling nothing but sweet fruits and alcohol, and took a sip. The wine was definitely of high quality, subtle and refreshing. He quickly gulped down the rest, a bit spilled down his maw and onto his chest. The Demoness laughed and reached out with one paw. She picked up a drop from his fur and slowly licked it off the claw. Fenrir swallowed and flushed, looking down at the ground again.

A knock at the door announced the captain. The man was, surprisingly, human.

"Proof that even slaves can rise through the ranks. Even these naked monkeys" Said Redcliffe . If the captain was offended, he didn't show it.

The captain let his assistant measure up the wolf and asked some basic questions about his preferences. As a guard, he was to be provided a full suit of armour and a weapon of his choosing. The man was straightforward and explained the details of his duties to him, which were simple enough. Lady Redcliffe desired him to be her personal bodyguard. He would never leave her side unless commanded to do so. After that, the man saluted and removed himself.

Lady Redcliffe pulled the warrior down beside her on the couch. "Now that that's taken care of, let's speak frankly shall we?"

Fenrir looked up in confusion, before remembering to avert his gaze.

"No no, look at me slave." He looked.

"What is your name?"

"Fenrir...my Lady."

"Fenrir...I know why you're here." She sighed at his look of bewilderment. "I know you came here to kill our precious little Duke." The wolf tensed up. "You came to kill the Duke and he put you in irons when you failed to do so. It's true isn't it?"

Fenrir nodded, unsure of where this was going.

"Well then I don't think you'd mind helping me get the job done properly this time?"

The wolf stammered "Wh..What? You want to kill Aurelius?"

Redcliffe smiled "Of course I do. If I manage that, his Duchy is mine. And I really want that title. I need strong men to get it, but I know your kind would rather die than be enslaved. So I'll make you a deal. You act like the good little slave for me and do everything I command you to. Then when the time is right, you will help me kill Aurelius. None of my other guards would do that, they're broken men. But you...you're strong. If you do this for me I'll be perfectly happy to give you your freedom."

Fenrir looked her in her snake-like eyes. "My friends as well.?"

She smiled "I'll tell you what, you help me and I'll let all of you go where ever you want to go. You have my word."

Fenrir mulled the offer over in his head. "If you don't honour that promise, I'll kill you." He looked her straight in the eyes. "Just try and stop me."

She leaned back in the couch and casually slipped a black-furred breast free from her silken dress. She teased the nipple with a claw. "I like a male with some fire in him." Her red eyes gazed seductively at him, she ran her other paw up his arm. "So what do you say? Will you be my slave?"

Fenrir shifted uncomfortably, his erection clearly visible. His eyes were glued to that perfect black orb. He nodded slowly "whatever you command my Lady."

The Demoness grinned and pinched her nipple. "Good! Then kneel for me, slave."

Fenrir got off the couch and down on his knees on front of her. Lady Redcliffe sat up straight and shrugged the crimson silk from her shoulder, which gathered around her waist, leaving her chest completely naked. She leant back and spread her legs. "Pleasure me slave." She said, grinning evilly

Fenrir got a flashback to his time in the desert, he flushed quickly. Maybe he did have a bit of a submissive streak in him. At any rate, he leant forward to pull her half-discarded dress down her legs. As he peeled the crimson fabric down her waist, he startled at the view revealed to him. Above a perfectly normal female organ, the Demoness also hosted a very male sheath. He looked up to her in surprise.

Lady Redcliffe grinned "Get to work."

He stared at the unexpected organ and slowly wrapped his paw around it, stroking it. The Demoness growled softly as her pink member started sliding into view. Her paw latched on to his head, hard claws pressing into his skin. "Pleasure all of me slave, use the other paw."

Fenrir kept stroking the hardening cock as he rubbed against her slit. He felt a little nub and concentrated his efforts there, getting an approving groan from his mistress. She pulled his head closer, he took the hint and ran his tongue over her sexes. He soon tasted pre, dribbling down the throbbing hard shaft. It was unusually warm, hot even. His own cock strained against the cloth around his waist, painfully so. He soon focused his tongue on her pussy, driving it in deeply. Her juices there were just as hot. He kept going until he felt he clench up around his tongue, accompanied by a deep growl of satisfaction.

Lady Redcliffe pulled his head back again. "Stand up." He obeyed without hesitation.

She grabbed hold of his loincloth and tore it off with her claws, Fenrir was surprised at her strength. The wolf's cock sprang free, standing proud and already dripping pre. She grabbed it with one paw and squeezed it hard. Fenrir groaned through his teeth.

Lady Redcliffe grinned "Aren't you an eager slave? If you're good, I'll let you shoot that strong wolf seed inside of me...would you like that slave?"

Fenrir panted "Yes mistress!"

"Good!....but first I'll shoot my seed inside of you. Would you like that?" She squeezed his cock again, harder still.

"Yes mistress!"

"What is it you want me to do?" The Demoness showed her evil grin again and gave his cock a single hard stroke.

Fenrir's legs nearly gave out under him. "I want....please fuck me mistress."

"I'd love to!" The Demoness got to her feet and forced her slave onto the couch, bending him over on his knees. Grabbing hold of her pulsing cock, she lined up with his tailhole. Fenrir groaned out loud as she entered him, spearing her entire length into him with one rough stroke. She wasted no time and immediately set to breeding him.

"That's a good slave." She panted, "take my cock like a bitch."

Her claws raked his back, one pressing hard enough to break skin, he hardly felt it. All he felt was that pulsing, hot flesh pumping in and out of his tailhole. The heat seemed to radiate out, until it reached every part of his body. It was pure bliss.

Lady Redcliffe slapped his rump and slowed down, thrusting harder instead. "Beg me for my cum slave. Beg me to shoot my seed in you."

Fenrir shook with every thrust, pleasure shooting through him every time she struck home. His voice was hoarse "Please...mistress...cum inside me. Fill me up."

The Demoness grinned and grabbed his hair, pulling hard. Her final few thrusts were savage, nearly tumbling over the couch. Her eyes flashed with crimson light as she came, pumping her demonic seed into the submissive male. She stayed buried inside him for a few more seconds, then pulled out. Cum trickled down his thigh and over his balls.

The Demoness flipped him over and sat him down, his cock pointed straight up. She looked at him with a satisfied smile "You did good slave, I'll reward you."

She straddled him and guided his cock into her. Her movements were quick and to the point. She held on to his shoulders and rode him, her tits bouncing with every stroke and her half hardened cock slapping against his stomach. With all the previous stimulation, Fenrir didn't last long. He blew his load into his mistress within the minute, her cunt clamped down on his member like a vice, milking him thoroughly. As she slid off of him, he sank into a deep sleep.

Redcliffe laid down on her bed and looked over her new slave. He'll be mine in no time. She grinned and giggled. "Oh this is always such fun!"

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The following days were a monotonous blur, consisting mostly of following his mistress around as she went about her business. He was careful to act the obedient slave to keep away suspicions, or so he kept telling himself. He felt strangely compelled to obey the half-wolfess ever since she'd taken him that first night.

Most of his Lady's business seemed to include bartering and discussing politics with influential Lords and Ladies. He was always at her side, serving as much as protection as intimidation. He looked quite fearsome in his new armour, much finer than he could ever afford himself. Steel plate covered him pretty much head to toe, held in place with red leather straps. Rubies were set into his vambraces, greaves and chestplate. He even had a helmet shaped like a wolf's head, the eyes picked out with the same shining red gems. More than once, the mere sight of him seemed to drive prices down.

His friends seemed completely out of reach. He saw Ulm on occasion, his master was a sinister human-like demon, his features unnaturally sharp and his hands ending in long slender claws. The man's black robes seemed to indicate he was of some importance and most Demons went out of their way to avoid him. Besides a few stolen glances, the wolves never communicated.

He looked up in surprise when his mistress suddenly took an unusual route, going into a darkened corridor he'd never seen before. He knew better than to ask what was happening, but his paw drifted closer to his sword. They stopped in a seemingly random place, his mistress looked around quickly, then pushed on one of the sandstone bricks. It slid deeper into the wall and clicked. The wall beside it swung back to reveal a hidden chamber, they stepped through and allowed the wall to close back behind them, silent as a whisper.

The chamber was lit by several torches mounted on the walls, the only furniture was a square wooden table. They were not alone, a hooded figure sat at the opposite end of the table, flanked by two coyote slave guards in mail armour. His face was obscured by shadows. Lady Redcliffe sat down on her end of the table and spoke curtly "What is it Farengar? You better have a good reason for dragging me all the way here."

The hooded man waved open his arms, revealing scaled claws as his sleeves fell back. "My dear Lady! Of course I would not disturb you if it were not of the utmost importance. There is serious business to discuss."

His mistress nodded "Well what is it then? Spit it out."

The hooded man locked his claws together in front of him. "I wish to discuss my...growing concern with this plot of yours. The risk on my person is truly great and I feel the rewards might be more...tempting."

Lady Redcliffe's eyes flashed, her fists clenched. "Don't you try to back out of this now Farengar!"

Farengar waved his clawed hands "No no no, you misunderstand. I would be most willing to continue our arrangement. I merely wish to receive some amount of...reassurance."

The Demoness tilted her head, eyes narrowing. "What sort of reassurance?

"Perhaps I could persuade you to increase the monetary gain I stand to collect? Or even more favourably, to collect part of those gains immediately."

Lady Redcliffe scoffed "So you can turn your tail and run off to Aurelius? You must think I'm stupid, you pathetic lizard."

Farengar chuckled. "I don't intend betrayal....not if I get what I deserve. I believe your plot depends on my...skills, should the rewards not suit me I might choose to withhold those skills." His voice hardened "Speaking plainly, I demand you double the sum I am to receive and I will see half of that sum payed before we move against Aurelius."

She looked up at Fenrir "Be a good slave and kill those dogs for me." Her eyes lit up bright and red.

The wolf had drawn his sword before he even knew what happened, his paw almost acting on its own. He leapt forward and buried his blade into the first coyote's gut, breaking through the steel rings protecting him. The canine whimpered and fell to the ground, clutching the entrails falling out of the wound. Farengar shrieked in terror.

The other guard had drawn his own blade and swung a hard overhead, Fenrir let the blow glance off his shoulder plate and charged forwards. His weight knocked the coyote clean off his feet. The wolf growled as he slashed his sword down through his opponent's throat, blood gushed out like a fountain, spattering his greaves. He grabbed the terrified Farengar before he could flee and wrenched his arm back until he screamed in pain.

The Demon's hood had fallen back, revealing the lizard's green scaled face. The reptile squirmed in his iron grip, making pathetic pleading sounds.

"AAAH! Stop! Stop! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't kill me!"

His mistress shook her head. "Dear Farengar....I knew you were a coward, but I never thought you were stupid. There are other poisoners I can hire, with more sense than to threaten and extort me. Fenrir, be a dear and hurt him for me."

The wolf hesitated for half a second, then he grabbed the lizard's hand and wrenched it back with all his might. He was surprised at his own willingness to do this, this wasn't like him at all. The reptile screamed pathetically as his wrist snapped, tears running down his cheeks. Fenrir knew he should feel uncomfortable, all he felt was a rush of adrenaline.

Lady Redcliffe smiled "Well done slave. Now Farengar, why don't you tell me everything you've told Aurelius?"

The lizard shook his head wildly "No, I never told him anything! I never did!"

The Demoness tilted her head. "You didn't? I wonder....again slave."

Fenrir grabbed the creature's scaly neck and slammed his head into the table with a sickening crack. Then again. And again. He didn't stop until his mistress waved her hand casually. Farengar's face was ruined, his snout broken, bruised and bleeding. He spat out a broken tooth. He stumbled his over his own words. "...I...I told him...about th-...the bought guards....and the captain."

Lady Redcliffe nodded "But not the poison?"

The lizard shook his head weakly. "No...not the poison."

"Good. Stand him up straight."

Fenrir pulled the reptile to his feet, holding on to his neck. His mistress walked over to them. She put a small, sharp claw on the man's chest and cut raked open his skin, blood dribbling out. Farengar groaned and tried to back away, Fenrir held him tight.

"You really are pathetic Farengar. Good riddance."

The Demon's eyes widened as she drew her dagger and planted it in his throat. She twisted and tore it back out, blood spurting onto her. Fenrir's jaw dropped, shocked but exited. The blood matted his mistress' fur and stained her dress, deepening the red further still. As the lizard grew limp in his arms, he dropped him to the ground.

Redcliffe looked down at herself "Well that dress is ruined. Damned lizard." She motioned at his dead corpse. "Good work slave. You'll have a reward tonight. Now drag this thing out of here and dump it in the courtyard. I need to send a message to Aurelius." Those burning red eyes seemed to drill into his skull, he felt dizzy.

"Yes mistress, thank you mistress." He said, pleased to be of service and thrilled at the thought of his reward. Something niggled at the back of his mind as he dragged the corpse through the hallway, he felt like he'd forgotten something. He shook his head and focused on doing his mistress' bidding.