Chapter 7 - The Grandmaster of Sarthas
#18 of The Grandmaster of Sarthas
For an hour the fox had sat silently in the wolf's tent. Her training had taught her a great deal about what to expect from a male while observing him while he slept. The scents he gave off, his subconscious movements, and his facial expressions all pointed to his true nature. Her training however never explained that through dragon training, an individual could even control such things while unconscious. The wolf still wore his eye patch and loincloth, the only sign of life in him was the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he drew breath. She looked at this serene wolf and was confused.
He represented such extremes in the short time she had known him already. Kindness, respect, friendship, and mercy along with cold and calculated violence. There was no cruelty in him that she had seen, what little of the fight she had seen at the Amarokine border, had been short, brutal, and almost utilitarian.
She knew little of fighting, but always thought that war and violence held a close relationship to dancing. The wolf had moved very little during the fight, even in his deadly assaults, he moved only as much as he needed to defend himself until the final strike, when he finally showed some flair. She had seen, and used swords in her training to better exercise her upper and lower body. She had seen how deadly they could be when they were used as more than simple weights in one's paws to work the muscles. Her witnessing the end of that fight proved that much at least. She held back the wave of nausea. Watching females being cut in half was disturbing enough, but electrocuted, sliced in separate different directions, getting their neck and skulls broken, and ending with a knife in the back, was a bit much for her stomach. So she concentrated on one of her previous masters, he had been a kind male, the old wolf, had not demanded much of her while he had kept her safe for his son. She idly wondered how the old one was doing before returning her complete attention to her new master, taking in his full details now that she had the chance.
His fur was a glossy black, and very well groomed. His eye patch was a lighter tint of black, and his visible eye was closed, so she could not gaze at the deep blue soulful eye again. He was well muscled, though it seemed more for quickness than sheer overpowering strength. She found his body pleasing to observe in sleep as it was in motion. So much so that she had inadvertently released scent of her arousal. Though still asleep, his body unconsciously responded to the olfactory stimuli as she watched his loincloth move aside to reveal the portion of the male body she was best acquainted with. Though only half turgid, she noted that his maleness was a deep blue, now turning purple as it rose from his sheath. She licked her chops at the thought of that length plunging deeply into her well-trained sex as she reached out to touch it tentatively. The response was a fully hardened member, with little movement or sound from the still sleeping wolf. Her eyes looked hungrily at the wolf meat she had revealed and edged over to better service the length with, paw, tongue, and muzzle as she had been taught in school.
The first gentle warmth of her tongue running up the underside of his shaft brought a wakeful gasp of surprise and pleasure from the very aroused wolf. Her eyes snapped up from her work to the fully attentive wolf, who groaned in pleasure as she slid the sensitive tip of his member into her muzzle to tease him. He was now fully responding to her ministrations as his hips squirmed as her fangs and tongue worked him with gentle skill that caused his eye to roll back in his head before she received a taste of him as a full body shudder marked his first "twitch". Despite the obvious pleasure she was giving him by his physical reactions, she was slightly disappointed that he still remained scentless. At this point with any normal male, she would have had to keep very tight control, or the intoxicating scent of male arousal would have had her mounting him, but his complete lack of scent had her confused. However, his deep moan of pleasure prodded her to continue as she slid the rest of his length into her hungry muzzle for a deep mouth mating. The wolf fought the sensations, thinking to resist this seductress that had managed to get into his tent. He had tried to even speak some form of cease and desist, but it had died on his breath when she had slid him into her muzzle. The muzzle alone may have been enough to set the wolf off, but this trained pleasure slave had more weapons with which to fight this war than a simple sucking. Her paws were busy, caressing, feeling, cupping, and generally teasing him for spots to further her attempts to bring the wolf to a mind-blowing orgasm. She was rewarded with twitch number two in her searching, caused when she had began playing with his balls. Having the wolf on the ropes now, the fox hunkered down and began to slide his length in and out of her muzzle, fluttering her tongue around his head as she pulled him out. The wolf's back arched as she felt his balls tense in her paw. She watched his every movement and heard every sound he made, storing it in her mind to later make use of the information when she would perform her duty for him again. Her concentration was quickly rewarded again by the sharp intake of breath and then a loud howl into the night as she received his seed, swallowing the hot liquid hungrily as her master twitched and bucked uncontrollably. After a few minutes, the wolf panted lightly, spent as the fox licked him clean, having gotten every drop of his seed, she then looked to him for his approval of her handy work. The wolf looked at her, with a glazed eye, mouthing the words "Thank you" before sleep and contentment took him again. She smiled brightly at the approval and fell asleep next to him.