{"sf1_id":736156,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Dominus","author":"Rie","words":4282,"posted_at":"2014-07-27T21:20:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Knot","M/M","Mild Violence","Sheath","Wolf","rough sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/736156-dominus","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/736156","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=736156\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"'Short' story written for a mate about mine and his character.","content":"The lone ship sat in the heart of the storm. Lightning\narcing in constant fissures overhead, the boom of thunder resonating over the\nwaves that roll against the hull, battering it, swaying it.  Miles from land, weeks at sea, the soldiers\naboard away from home for months on end, dozens of empty beds from those that never\nmade it back. The ship is an oak galleon, with a hulking steel plated bow, and\nthree huge masks that overshadow three tiered decks, each lined with cannons\nand mortars.Lined up on the deck, shoulder to shoulder, are those\nsoldiers. Their stance unwavering, shoulders broad, heads held high, their\nfurred bodies soaked through to the bone by the freezing rain, and bare paws\nthat could barely cling to the wooden deck as the ship swayed. They stood in\nlight leather and chainmail leg-guards, heavy iron clad gauntlets and a single\niron pauldron upon each of their shoulders detailing their rank as a legionary,\nand carrying an abstract insignia carefully painted onto each one. Each of\ntheir chests were bare, bar the straps of each one's empty weapon harness,\nchests fully exposed to the brutality of the storm.Their wolf-esque visages held a vague gaze, silent,\nmotionless, but horror written in each of their eyes. They stood with hunched\nbacks, feral like forms, wildly long claws, and a constant snarl on their\nmuzzles, exposing razor fangs beneath their lips, which stood to be their idle\nexpressions. And they each fought hard to keep that expression idle, to hide the\nterror in their eyes making itself known.On his knees ahead of them was a legionary, just like any\none of them. Only he didn't bear the uniform of the others, in only some simple\ncloth leggings. Lightning flashed, for a moment long enough to bring his\nwolfish features to light. Gashes across his head and his shoulders, mane caked\nthick in blood that swathed the deck beneath, a visibly broken arm that he\nclutched to his chest as he wheezed and gasped for air. Standing above him was\nthe Legion Legate, Rie. Like the troops, the Legate stood with a wolfish form, claws\nthat dug into the deck for grip, a thin, grey fur that matted his body, and\nmarked proudly above that body was his thick coal black mane, the crown of his\nfur, which held a rugged collar with identification tags hanging from it. As\nthe soldiers stood with more canine-esque shapes, shoulders hunched over, thick\nfur that covers their forms, fangs bared in a constant snarl, the Legate stood\nwith a more humanoid form. His back straight, shoulders aligned, and a much\nshorter fur that covered a thick gnarled hide than the rest - Though he too\nmaintained a constant snarl across his snout by a lip that naturally keeps his\nrazor fangs on show. He had the brands of war tattooed across his body; a bald\npatch across his left cheek, gnarled and mangled hide on his forehead, and an\nextensive bald patch that covered the left side of his chest, shoulder, and\nupper arm, with scars that defiled every exposed area of skin. His body was well\nbuilt, each muscle defined, though from the weeks of war just gone and scarce\nrations, each one of his ribs made themselves visible through his thick hide as\nhis body began to eat away at itself and his muscles were in the first stage of\ndecaying. Clenched tightly in his one hand as he looked down on the\nbattered legionary was a bloodied and crude cudgel. He raised it up one final\ntime as the legionary let out a long whine, looking up to him with dull brown\neyes that soon faded back into the black night, begging for mercy. But little\nwas given. Even through the reverberating booms and crashes of the storm, the whoosh\nof air that followed the cudgel swinging pierced the sensitive ears of every\ntroop lined up on board, all of whose canine ears folded flat against their\nmanes. The cudgel struck across the legionaries head in the final blow,\nrupturing the hide for a yet another deep gash. The body fell limp to the\nfloor, and the blood flowed steadily, washed across the ship's decking by the\nrain, the crimson water reached the paws of the rest of the soldiers, and\nbreaking their forms and proud stances, soft whines and whimpers coming from\neach one, horrified by what they just saw, but frozen in place with fear, and\nrightly so. The Legate held an iron grip of fear over his men, and every time\none had the courage to stand up to him, he'd remind them why he was so feared.\nGazing to each one, locking eye contact through the black shroud of night with\nfangs on clear display he dropped the cudgel by the side of the limp body,\nclicking his tongue a single time. From that, a decorated legionary stepped\nforward, and shouting above the storm, he would begin to bark commands at the\nsoldiers, who scrambled immediately to the orders. The Legate turned silently\nin the meanwhile, and walked across the decking, the soft thudding of his paws\nto the deck, followed by the pitter-patter of each claw that taps against the\nwood as he walks. As the ship rocked, he'd reach for whatever he could get his\nhands onto to keep balance, but carried on forward never-the-less. As he\nreached the doors into the officer's quarters, he slowly rolled either of his\nbroad shoulders. The door would slowly creek open, a blackened snout through\npoking through as he takes a gaze around a seemingly empty room, before his\nbody follows in. The light in the cabin was dim, a large bed sat in the centre\nof the room, and either side of it desks covered in paperwork. He'd edge\nforward a few steps, reaching a hand to one of the walls to keep his balance,\nwhilst the other hand brushed over his face. The water dripped from his short\nfur, leaving a soaking path in his wake through the cabin as he'd carry on making\nhis way towards the bed. His long wolfish ears were folded flat against his mane, still\nringing from the booms of thunder that felt like it came from a few metres\nabove their heads. As his head turned to gaze at one of the lamps, a pale blue\nleft eye would glimmer a reflection of the dull orange flame, but his right eye\nwould be seen to be white, completely blind in that eye, and it's down to that,\nthat he doesn't notice his second in command, and his significant other, his\nmate - the Centurion, Dae. Dae's form more resembles that of the other\nlegionaries, hunched over, a feral look centred in a wild gaze, long fangs and\nclaws, unlike Rie's shorter fangs and absent claws. Though, the Centurion stood\ntaller than the soldiers, a much more defined and well built body than what Rie\nhad, or the soldiers had, and he was the only one that stood in a pristine\nwhite pelt, white like freshly fallen snow, with well groomed, and shaggy fur,\na dull greyish, but thick and broad mane. But despite this, as Rie's eye at\nlast crosses him, he'd find him curled up in a corner to the side of the bed,\nhead between his legs, and a bucket resting between the legs.Needless to say, Dae's stomach was weak to the sea, which is\nwhy he was absent for discipline, be it he didn't feel good, or Rie was simply\ntoo ashamed of him to let him show his face. He spoke in a deep, gruff tone,\nwith a heavy English accent to it, and a constant underlying snarl. His head\nrose, though not at all proudly, to address Rie, his eyes, each a brilliant hue\nof amber in the dim light fixed themselves onto him. \"Rie, this fockin' ship, I've 'ad enough of it.\"Rie was never a forgiving, or sympathetic person, he saw\ncomfort as only a weakness. But as his man looked towards him with a glimmer of\nhope, with loving eyes, curled up in himself in the corner and sitting only in\nhis pants, Rie couldn't help but let a suppressed soft side through. Against\nRie's contempt for the weak, Rie still loved Dae even in his less admirable\ntimes, and though he didn't show it, he wanted nothing more than to comfort Dae\nand hold his man for the rest of the journey.But his thoughts were drifting, and he was still pumped full\nof adrenaline from moments before, and so he kept his composure, kneeling\nsoftly down before Dae without a word, he'd take out a hipflask from his\nequipment belt, shoving it into Dae's hands. Rie's own clawless fingers drift\nthrough Dae's mane, idly grasping and twirling tufts of fur between his\nfingers, as Dae would take a swig from the flask, washing it around his maw,\nbefore he holds down his head, letting the water drain out from his rows of\nfangs down into the bucket. As Dae's head lifts again, the end of his snout is immediately\nmet by Rie's, who softly nuzzles his dry canine nose against Dae's wet canine\nnose. Under these circumstances, Rie lacking a scent of smell pays off well,\nunable to pick up the scent of the contents of the bucket. Dae pushed his snout\nagainst Rie's in return, closing his amber eyes to enjoy their nuzzle. Rie on\nthe other hand, upheld a vague expression, with a half closed eye that peered\ntowards Dae. Rie guides one hand beneath Dae's chin, lightly scratching along\nhis jaw line as the other continues to play through his thick mane, and it would\nbe only a few seconds of this before Dae pushes his head further forward to\nmeet their canine like lips together, their fangs carefully locking around one\nanother so that they don't catch each other on them. Rie lets himself get taken\nin the moment, his eye closing and his jaw flexing against his mans, locking\nlips firmly with him.Their kiss goes on for a good few moments, Rie more and more\ninclined towards their contact, his soft side further shining through, and when\nhe does eventually break his lips away from Dae's, it would be with reluctance.\nDae's breath stutters as the kiss is broken, and Rie feels the warm hush of air\nsweep across his snout. Before Dae had the chance to move back into the kiss,\nRie would move to stand, grasping one of Dae's arms to pull him up. Rie talks\nwith an equally gruff tone, with a snarl underlying his words.\"C'mon you, get yer furry arse on the bed, I ain't lookin'\nafter you for three nights running.\"Rie grumbles lowly to himself as he guides a reluctant Dae\nonto the bed, who eventually allows himself to be led, to then crawl over the\nbed sheets, before sprawling out across them with a long exhale, lying on his\nbelly. Rie watches him with somewhat curiosity, though does his best not to\nmake it blatantly obvious he's staring at Dae's arse, covered by only some thin\npants. Rie's gaze eventually breaks away, smirking to himself in amusement as he'd\nbegin to gear himself down -Removing his equipment belt, half-clad leggings and\nshin/knee guards, and eventually his own pants. Rie stretches out his arms either side of himself, as nude\nas can be. Dae would catch himself a quick glance over his shoulder at Rie's\narse in return, before he settles back down on the bed. Rie's furry sheathe has\npeeled back just enough to expose his crimson tip from the rim, but Rie would\ndo his best to keep this out of sight of Dae as he looks. And as Dae turns back\naround, Rie makes his way quickly over to the bed, crawling up the sheets\neither side of Dae, to kneel one leg either side of his hips, and place his\nhands just above Dae's shoulders. His snout comes down, and unable to resist\nhimself, he delivers a long lick across the back of Dae's mane, before pressing\na series of kisses through the fur. Dae smirks to himself, peering at Rie from\nthe corner of his amber eye, as Rie sits over his back. \"What 'appened to not lookin' after me, Rie? I thought that\nmeant no affection either.\"Rie breaks away his snout just long enough to answer, before\nhe'd revert straight back down to drawing his board and coarse canine-esque\ntongue through the groomed fur of Dae's mane. \"Y-eah well. I changed my mind, didn't I? Seein' yer furry\narse on the bed.\"Rie's hips would be gradually lowered towards Dae's rear,\nuntil his hips meet either of Dae's clothed cheeks. Rie's lightly grinds his\nfurry sheathe against Dae's rear. Rie's taking his chance, though Dae humours\nhim in the chain of command, Rie knows his place is below Dae., Rie looks like\nhe's getting away with it, and he'd hold an arrogant grin across his fangs as\nhe continues to tease Dae with licks through his mane, but that is until Dae\nturns himself sharply around, gaining energy he lacked during his lethargic\nseasick state, energy enough to roll Rie over, and tackle him down to the bed,\npinning either of Rie's hands above his head, and crossing his paws over Rie's\nlegs to pin them down too. Their crotches meet together, and by this point,\nmore of Rie's crimson meat has pushed forth from the rim of his sheathe, and\nnow rubs up against Dae's clothed crotch. Dae gives a brief scowl down towards\nRie, before addressing towards him.\"No, you know I'm feelin' shite, and yer tryin' to mount me,\narn't ya?\"Dae leans his maw down as Rie turns his head to the side,\nand tries to retract, in vain. Dae latches his maw around one of Rie's furry\nears, locking the velvety tip between his fangs, before he gives the ear a firm\ntug, sounding forth a yelp from Rie. Dae talks now with a muffled tone, with\nRie's ear still locked between his teeth.\"Me feelin' shite ain't an excuse for you to take\nopportunity.\"Rie lets out a soft sigh of defeat, he makes no attempt to wrestle\nfree form Dae's grasp, because he knows in the end he isn't going to win, and\nDae will just make it hurt all the more for him to walk the next morning. Rie\nremained still as Dae's snout ventured around the base of Rie's mane and his\nneck, licking across the soft fur Dae so adored before softly nipping and\nbiting at the hide beneath. Rie somewhat relaxed to the snout that glided\nacross his neck so tenderly, and as the grip that pinned his arms down\nloosened, he eventually reached up either arm around Dae's shoulders,\ninterlocking his fingers at the back of Dae's mane, tufts of fur caught between\nthe furry digits that cling so longingly to Dae.After a few minutes, Dae found himself lying directly atop\nof Rie, Dae's long shaggy fur grinding over Rie's short fur as they held one\nanother so dearly and lovingly, but it's short lived. Dae soon pulls himself\nback up away from Rie, who's left reaching out for him as he tugs away, until\nRie's hands slowly drop back to his sides, looking up innocently to Dae with a\npale blue eye. Dae's pants slowly made their way down, before being kicked away\nto the side. Dae's hips pushed forward, teasing Rie with the sight of his full\nmanhood that grew out from its own furry den, aiding along by a thumb and\nforefinger that gradually drew back the skin over his hardening meat, and soon\nenough the sheathe peeled back over two crimson orbs at the base of his length,\nthe sheathe sat comfortably behind it as the long and wide canine length stood\nproudly forward towards Rie, who in the meantime has been gripping the bed\nsheets, almost nervously biting at his lower lip as he knows exactly what's to\ncome. Dae won't make an attempt to be gentle with him, rather fuck him into\ncompletely submission, which Rie found himself in already as Dae positioned\nbetween Rie's legs, letting out long breaths that muffled near inaudible\nwhimpers beneath them. The teasing sight of Dae's cock had helped to bring Rie's\nown out form its furry den, and the throbbing canine cock was too, out fully,\nlaying back against Rie's lower stomach, with a tip that sat comfortably halfway\nup his furry belly. Rie cocks back his head, closing his one good eye tightly\nshut, his nerves from what was to come are quite clearly visible, but Dae\nwasn't cruel, and as much as he had the urge to go unrestrained, he'd always\nkeep himself held back as much as he could to make it just as enjoyable for Rie.\nRie felt Dae's furry digits slowly curling around his meat, lifting it form its\nposition. The squishy, leathery pads of Dae's palm soon found themselves\npressed firmly against the tender skin, and a thumb was lifted to be placed\nover the tip of Rie's cock. Dae would continue to rub slow circular motions\nover Rie's tip until he felt a few drops of fluid teased forth, and sink into\nthe fur around his thumb. Rie would be writhing under the contact, his hips\ngrinding against the bed sheets, and his head thrown from side to side as he's\nteased. He felt the hand stroke slowly down his cock, until it reached his\npackage, firm and furry just as the rest of him, it's too held against the\npadded palm that massages his balls tenderly around it, but the moment is short\nlived, as Rie felt himself being forced onto his side, his left leg gripped\njust below the knee and lifted as he rolls to his side.Either of Rie's arms outstretched, clinging to the bed sheets,\nhis short stubby claws nearly ripping through the fabrics. He felt the cool air\nrun over him as his fleshy hole was exposed to Dae, who now held his left leg\nhigh in the air as he sat himself over Rie's right leg, his package pressed\nfirmly into Rie's soft inner-thigh. Rie's furry toes flexed in the air as his\npaw was held up, and not a moment later, he found his mans coarse wet tongue\ndragged across them, soaking the leathery pads beneath, and clumping his fur\ntogether with tendrils of saliva. Rie lets out a soft giggle, under toned by a\ngrowl, flexing his toes once more, Dae's snout held less than an inch away from\nthem, close enough for his warm breath to wash over the toes he had just\nsoaked. Dae slowly rubs the top of the paw across the side of his mane as he\nplaces the leg over his shoulder, one arm wrapped around the thigh as he gently\nleaning his weight into it. Dae shuffles along Rie's leg, bringing his cock,\nwhich by now had gathered a few drops of pre-fluid at the end, closer to Rie's\nfleshy hole, giving little time before the tip pressed against the hole,\ntransferring his pre-fluids onto it.Rie took in a sharp breath as his hole was met by the tip,\nhis body tensing, and teeth softly gritting together. That same breath was let\nout in a long stuttered moan as he felt more intense pressure against his hole,\nright up until the moment the ring of muscle that was his backside submitted to\nthe cock pushing against it, and opened around the tip, taking it into Rie's\nwarm fleshy walls. Rie's hole gripped tightly around the tip that penetrated\nit, clamping at it from all angles. Little time was given before he felt the\nfirst throbbing shaft pushed through his hole. Dae's tip penetrates its way\ndeeper into Rie, parting his walls as it pushed through ridges in his back\nside, and the motion fluid but slow, almost like being impaled on Dae's cock.\nRie's unprepared walls clamped around the cock that was forced between them,\nhis ridges and warm tight walls making a comfortable den for Dae to get himself\noff in, using Rie like a cocksleeve. Rie's hole hadn't yet met the two orbs of Dae's knot when he\nfelt Dae's tip at last make it deep enough into him to push against Rie's\nprostate, sending a shiver up his spine, and causing his gradually relaxing\nbody to tense up once more, a few more drops of non-viscous pre-cum are teased\nout of Rie's meat, dripping down it until it's soaked up by the fur around\nRie's crotch. Dae holds the position for a few mere moments before he'd retract\nhimself once more, Rie's walls closing behind the cock kept them apart, but\nbefore he could relax fully, he felt the meat rammed back up unto him. Rie\nyelps as Dae's cock once more presses to his prostate, the knot, not yet\nswelled, easily breaches through Rie's tender hole along with the rest of his\ncock, forcing his walls apart to their limit. Dae's hips slap up against Rie,\nhis hole finally meeting the base of Dae's cock, and given some comfort as the\npeeled back sheathe makes contact with the fleshy hole. Dae grinds up against\nRie's rear, running his side furry hips in circular motions against Rie,\nclutching ever tighter to the leg, squeezing it against his furry body. Dae's\ntip explores through every inch, every crack and fold around Rie's prostate,\ngiving Rie a few long for moments, until the fucking began.Dae's hips pounded up against Rie's inner thigh as he held\nthe leg, rubbing his furry sack back and forth over the inner thigh of the\nother leg. Rie's hole grows more and more tender, sore from the wide cock it\nslots back and forth over with a gradually swelling knot that further pushes\nhis limits. With each moan and yelp and whimper let out by the pair, each\nothers names constantly underlay the sounds. Dae's motions against Rie and\nfluid and fast paced, giving Rie's body little chance to resist him. Though\neven if Rie wanted to, he couldn't fight it, his back was arced over, hands\nreaching out to grip the bed as he'd held on his side, tensed completely,\nscarcely able to move as he took his fucking. \nHe was right where Dae wanted him, submitted completely.It wasn't long before their tongues were rolled out of\neither of their maws, their panting muted to the sound of their groans that\nsounded from the back of their throats, the constant pounding against Rie\nbringing a single tear to his eye, but mixed against the discomfort, the\nchanging pressure that the pounding granted against his prostate brought him\ncloser and closer to the edge. As Dae's restraint diminished, and a more feral\nside pushed through, with more rough, vigorous motions against Rie, Rie is\nbrought into a sudden climax, for just a brief moment, it was as if the only\nthing in the world he could feel was the sensation of viscous tendrils of his\nwhite produce being forced forth from a throbbing cock, every nerve ending\nacross his prostate stimulated by the tip that buffets against it. But Rie's\nmoment soon passes, and after having laden the crumpled sheets in his produce,\nthe discomfort of the fucking returns. Dae's arms soon drop from their positions supporting Rie's\nleg, and either one grasps firmly against Rie's one hip, the one not down\nagainst the bed. Pushing into it, and gripping his claws against Rie's hide,\nenough to scratch at it, he uses this hold to move Rie back and forth against\nhis own movements in his last few moments before he reaches his edge. With a\nfinal, firm pump that sounds a sharp yelp from Rie, Dae's knot swells fully\nbehind Rie's hole, the ring of muscle sealing firmly at the base of the cock,\nknotting the pair together. Dae's own cum is forced through Rie's tight walls,\ndirected around Rie's prostate, were the tendrils of cum pool, surrounding the\ntip of Dae's cock.Once more Rie finds Dae's weight leaning against him, his\npaw still over Dae's shoulder, and leg flat against Dae's chest. Each of Dae's\nhands push into the bed either side of Rie, his eyes closed and head held down\nas he pants, his cock throbbing inside of Rie as the last few drops of cum are\nteased out by the clamping fleshy walls of Rie. The pair remain in this\nposition, silent throughout their knot, Dae's length sitting comfortably\nbetween the sore walls. Dae's hands admire over Rie's body, as his digits\nexplore each muscle contour, and every inch of fur covering him. After a good\nten minutes, Dae's knot loosens enough to draw his gradually softening cock out\nfrom Rie's hole. Rie's walls help to squeeze the cock out from him, and as the\ntip leaves its fleshy den to retract back into its furry sheathe, a few drops\nof viscous produce are brought forth. As Rie's cheeks squeeze the tip one last\ntime before it withdraws completely, this produce is soaked up into Rie's fur,\nclumping the fur together.Rie finds Dae's arm wrapping itself around his chest,\npulling his back into Dae's accepting embrace. Rie pushes one leg between Ries,\nand twists his paw around Rie's, keeping their pair locked together in a loving\nembrace. As Dae's weary snout settles against Rie's mane, he'd press a soft\nkiss into it, muttering in a tone low enough to diminish his growl.\"Love ya, Rie.\""}