Meeting his Master
My first -finished- yiffy story, comment pleeese but be gentle :P I'm surprised it got so long, actually. Lots of yiffing - I go overboard on details I guess. Characters mine, and no reading if under 18 and all that. And don't read if you don't like master/servant or n/c stuff. Otherwise, enjoy.
Groggily, Reiner took in the room as he felt strong hands strapping him into place in some kind of restrainment device. The walls were white, a white desk stood next to the wall in front of him, and he himself was lying face down on some kind of table. It felt metal, as did the extensions his wrists, knees, and ankles were secured to so that his legs hung down against the side of the table, spread apart and knees bent. Panicking wordlessly as the hands finished their work, the husky tried to recall the last thing he remembered. . .
"All male, all nude, all night long" read the poster outside the strip club, the explicit teaser photos making Reiner's face turn embarrassingly hot. He looked over at the entrance, illuminated in the dark alley by alluring color-changing lights, and after a pause he began backing away, nervously scanning all around to see if anybody had seen him looking at the poster, and backed directly into someone as he turned to leave.
"I'm sorry!" he choked out as he spun to face the person, "I didn't see y--" He swallowed his words at the sight of the male before him. A snow white fox with brilliant green eyes gazed intensely at Reiner, who couldn't help making a quick detour with his eyes to notice the leather gloves and black nipple rings of the smaller canid.
"Why don't you go in?" murmured the fox, his eyes narrowing in a seductive smile as they met the husky's bewildered ones.
"I..."
"Oh, you'll do," the fox chuckled softly. "Yes, I think he'll be very pleased with you.."
"What do you mean?" Reiner blurted in alarm. "What are you talking ab--" Before he could finish his sentence the fox had jumped on him, a soaked cloth in one gloved hand, which he pressed over the husky's mouth and nose in an unshakable grip. He tried to throw him off but the dog collapsed to his knees in a matter of seconds, the colored lights and deep shadows folding in on each other, into blackness, giving Reiner only a second to surmise that he would not be seeing the fox again...
As his senses cleared, the hands left him, and the sound of clopping hooves and the shutting of the door, out of view behind him, left a remaining scent of . . . feline. To his right, a lithe figure wearing a lab coat walked into his line of vision. The cat had a tawny blond coat with light brindle stripes, and orange eyes.
"Where am I? What's going on?" the husky whined. The cat looked at him, his face passive.
"The gentleman who brought you here has sold you -- you are now the property of the master of this estate. My name is Emile, and I shall be conducting your registration before you begin your. . . service." The canine thought he saw Emile's lip curl slightly with amusement at the last word, and he couldn't find his voice to respond.
"I wonder if you can get out of that?" the cat muttered curiously, slinking out of view behind him, and gave Reiner's prone ass a resounding spank. The husky cried out and bucked against the straps holding him, and Emile quickly adjusted the looser ones, tightening the fastenings with a few strong yanks, and then gave the husky another punishing slap. Reiner whined pitifully but while his struggles were even more desperate, he could now hardly budge. His ears flattened as he tensed, expecting another blow, but the cat must have been satisfied that he could not get loose. He sauntered over to the desk and retrieved a tray of instruments, setting them down on a stand next to the examination table. Reiner couldn't see clearly what was on the tray even if he turned his head, but then the cat picked up
and uncapped a hypodermic needle and began filling it from an ampule held upside-down in his other hand. The canine laid his ears back again and whimpered, his shoulders twinging just looking at it. He wanted to avert his eyes but couldn't, as the cat set down the little bottle and then flicked the side of the hypodermic and sent a thin squirt toward the ceiling. When he approached Reiner's backside and grabbed his tail, Reiner gave a gasp, jerking his head around and straining
against his bonds.
"Not there! Don't! Please!" The cat avoided his frightened stare, instead eying the lovely round flesh.
"Stop talking," said Emile dispassionately, and plunged the point into the left buttock, while Reiner was unable to hold back a yowl. "And try to relax," the cat said smoothly, easing it deeper before finally pulling out and rubbing the husky's rear briefly, tossing the needle aside.
"You don't like having things stuck in your ass?" he mused. "Then you'll have a pretty lousy existence in this place."
Reiner blushed under his fur in spite of himself at the double-meaning.
Next, the cat took an empty cup and leaned over the canine's back, holding the cup in place with one hand and pulling back the canid's sheath slightly in the other. Reiner felt the feline's chest pressing against his upraised tail and whined at the touch manipulating his sheath, knowing full well what the examiner wanted but unwilling to abase himself so, especially with his legs spread like a female.
"Piss, dog." The cat's voice was low. "Or I'll give you another. Straight in the balls this time." His thumb reached back and a retractable claw lightly pricked the skin of the dangling orbs. The dog sucked in a breath of alarm and a sudden jet splashed into the cup before he could stop himself, arching his back for control. The smell of marking his territory mocked him as his cheeks burned with humiliation, but the cat simply got off him and held the cup up to the light, reading a strip of indicator colors on the side.
"Clean. That's good, pup, very good." He looked down then, at the other's reproachful eyes. "Your name. I forgot to ask. He'll want to know."
The cat reached for the clipboard and pen as the husky stuttered his name, voice barely above a whisper, and wrote it down at the top.
"Alright. Last thing," said Emile, and he pulled a white latex glove onto his right hand, stretching and snapping it into place. Even before the cat reached for the jar of lube, Reiner had an idea of what was coming, and he began struggling anew, camping his tail down between his legs as hard as he could. But the examiner lifted it easily, and Reiner felt his finger press wetly against his tailhole and then intrude, sliding inside faster than he expected. He whined and tensed, the constricting muscles making the gloved finger's penetration more difficult, but it went deeper as the cat remarked,
"Still so delicate. And so tight. Has all the signs that it's never been used." Reiner blushed, shamefaced, while the finger stopped. It was such a strange sensation, having something under his tail. He'd imagined it before, but this was not the way he wanted to experience it. Not at the mercy of this sadistic feline. Emile pivoted the finger in the husky's ass, and Reiner let out a groan. The cat smiled. "Yes, you're a virgin aren't you? Well the master doesn't really care about that, actually. But this-" He pressed against something inside, giving it a quick rub that sent tingles of pleasure up the husky's spine, making him gasp loudly and tremble. "Ah," said Emile "Good. A perfect response." He stimulated the spot, which Reiner wonderingly concluded must be his prostate, for a few seconds longer, the husky straining against his bonds in an effort to increase this pleasure now, giving short
whines under his breath. But the cat stopped, and the canine groaned as the finger slid out then, none-too-gently. "Yes. The master will be very pleased with you."
Reiner felt some relief now that the last part of the examination was over, but though he hoped that the cat would now undo the straps holding him, it did not happen. In fact, Emile circled the table, gazing with blatant and cruel admiration at the husky's helpless position. Reiner stared up at him as he passed, a new fear rising in him as he first noticed the scent of feline lust filling the small room. With wide eyes, Reiner craned his neck to see Emile reaching one hand to his crotch, a glimpse of his emerging feline member visible before he went around behind the husky again, out of view.
"Ohhh," the cat breathed, running a hand over the husky's white-furred rear, grasping the tail and lifting it. "I shouldn't. But it's so..." -- he slid a finger once more into the pink pucker, making the canine writhe and whimper -- "...tempting." He stepped away and took off his lab coat, laying it over the tray of instruments carefully.
Reiner spoke in a panicked voice, "Wh-what're you--?"
-slap!- came Emile's ungloved hand down mercilessly on the husky's backside, and Reiner cried out. He yelped again, at a second smack, and then again, a third, the loud slap overcutting his pitiful whimpers. The cat stopped and hissed in a low tone,
"You won't tell the master about this, will you?" It was a threat. Reiner shook his head desperately, tears in his eyes. "Good puppy," came the cat's voice from behind him, scathing, mocking. The husky could smell just how worked up the feline was getting.
"The master won't come down for a while," he said, his voice rough with need, "And I can't stand this anymore... I'm gonna take you. Right now."
Reiner felt the metal table shudder as Emile slid out a stepping platform from near the base and stood on it, giving him a perfect hight behind the bound husky. Reiner found it just as hard to speak as he had through the whole ordeal, and merely gave a small, terrified gasp when he felt the first prod of the feline's member against his tailhole.
He clenched as hard as he could, but Emile thrust inward strongly and went deep in the first motion.
"A-ahh!" the husky yelped, the pain under his tail greater than he'd expected. The cat paused for only a second, enjoying the feel of the pulsating muscles and the warmth he had buried himself in. Reiner felt that the member penetrating him was not very big, only a little thicker than the cat's finger earlier, but it was not lubricated. And after the short pause, when the feline started humping against the canine's backside, Reiner cried out at the feel of the spines at the head of the member. "Ah! Ahh! Uhn-- Please-- Ah! Ah! It hurts-!"
Emile did not stop, but continued his quick, short thrusts. He had both hands wrapped around the canine's hips, and was leaning far over Reiner's back, watching his wrists tugging at the straps, his shoulders straining to get loose, the buckles holding solidly as he pounded away under the husky's tail. Emile panted, his thrusts becoming faster, more insistent, making Reiner whine louder at the burning in his tailhole. Emile had entered him only half a minute ago but, still, he hoped that the feline was close to finishing. . .
The door behind them opened suddenly, and Reiner felt the cat jump. He turned his head to see the male that had thrown open the door, and saw the large wolf shoot out a hand towards the cat's rear end, holding it in place just as the feline was about to withdraw in a hurry. The husky whined at the feel of the now nearly stationary barbs, feeling the small member inside him quivering. At first he thought that must be the unmet need of release, but then noticed the cat's whole body was trembling, and the intense masculine smell of the wolf reached Reiner's nose in that instant, making his heart race and his tail press against the cat in an attempt to submissively lower it.
He saw the wolf's hand slide up the feline's back and grip the back of Emile's neck. The gray wolf spoke in a low voice.
"Pull out. Slowly," he commanded.
Emile did so, and Reiner held back any noise as he felt the barbs scrape, but not tear, on their way out, and quickly lowered his tail between his spread legs. Emile dismounted and stood, hunch-shouldered and covering his still-erect pink member with both hands but not daring to finish himself off. He immediately stammered, "Sir, I can explain, I--"
"Did you think you wouldn't be caught?" The wolf's voice cut across him, a truly menacing growl. He still held the cat by the back of the neck. "I don't care whether this is the first time or the fiftieth time you've done this. . . to what is mine." The venom in his tone made Emile's ears lay flat against his skull in fear, and the wolf finished. "I won't stand for it."
In a swift movement, he steered the feline around the table where Reiner was bound and led him to the desk against the other wall, throwing him backwards onto it. Emile caught himself on his elbows, his feet dangling off the edge as the wolf stepped between the cat's legs and grabbed them just above the knees. He pulled them upwards, stopping the feline from scooting away.
"No! Please!" Emile gasped as his boss leaned over him. The wolf let go of his legs, now hooking his elbows under Emile's knees and forcing them towards his chest, taking hold of the cat's upper arms instead. Reiner had a direct view; they were right in front of him. The sight of the cat bent double under the wolf's weight, back flat against the desk and skinny hindquarters situated right on the edge, directly in front of the wolf's bulging sheath... The husky felt his own cock begin to throb.
Emile had his tail wrapped up and over one leg, effectively covering his small feline pucker. He wriggled, trying to kick his legs free from the wolf's arms, even as the large canid lined himself up, rounding his hips. "No! Don't! Sir, please!" Emile tried again, his vice shrill, grunting when the master of the house leaned harder, pressing down with extra force. "What is it, kitty?" the wolf murmured. "You like to take tailholes but can't take it in the ass yourself?" He made a few short thrusts, and Reiner saw the tip of the still-thin wolfcock emerging from the sheath. "Move your tail. Or I'll stuff it inside." Emile's orange eyes grew huge and with a defeated whine he let his long tail slip down to dangle, swishing back and forth, almost reaching the floor.
The pointed tip of the wolf's member poked the soft, naked ring, slipping a tiny bit in and out again with every slow, deliberate contact. Just the feel of that sent Emile into a frenzy of struggling, which the wolf quelled by keeping his weight on him, the cat's knees firmly held against his chest, his arms held straight at his sides by the strong wolf's hands. The canid never stopped the slow prodding, and never sped up. He only continued as the cat stopped his struggles, panting and whimpering. The wolf's cock was sliding further out of the sheath and growing larger, the tip penetrating the cat's tailhole with less and less ease.
Reiner's eyes wandered to the cat's feet, suspended as they were, pointing upwards and rocking back and forth above the wolf's broad back with every slow, leisurely thrust. Feeling his own member stiffening below him, the husky looked at the cat's face. Emile gave a pitiful cry every time he was penetrated, and little whimpering moans at every long withdrawal, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth open. Reiner could see his pearly teeth bared every time he flinched. Turning his eyes to the wolf's face, Reiner saw little emotion but barely restrained lust, and perfect concentration as he bent over his work. His cock had almost fully emerged from his sheath, Reiner saw, when he returned his gaze to it, and was gaining in size. The tip popped out as he watched, then pressed back in, the feline giving a pained mewl as the length disappeared inside him.
"Bad kitty..." the wolf growled, dominantly. The cat quivered as he was spread.
This time when the wolf pulled out, he left the tip in, the flare of the head tugging visibly on the inside of the cat's ring, making the tail below it thrash wildly. The wolf pumped up and down the length of his cock with one hand, and Reiner could've sworn he saw the red wolfmeat swelling to an even larger girth before his eyes, and the head itself making the cat's pucker widen. In any case the cat gave a plaintive "No-o-o!" when he felt the wolf pull back slightly, readying for a strong thrust, which came as agonizingly slow as all the others, if not slower, and just as relentless, the feline's tailhole stretching wider and wider. A guttural grunt tore from Emile's throat, his back arching, his pinned hands scrabbling against the desktop, his feet jerking in the air. "Uh-h! Ah! N-...No more!"
The wolf slowed almost to a stop, pressing forward now millimeter by millimeter. "This is my full size," he said softly, "And I'm halfway in." The cat whined. "I know your little feline tailhole is not built for something as thick as a wolfcock, just as the dog's is not built for your spine-tipped kitty-cock." He smirked briefly at the cat and then his face was stern again, his body pressing down, holding the feline firmly in place. "But you'll take it." And he smoothly continued burying his glistening meaty wolfhood inside the cat.
"Ahh...O-o-o-oh!"
Reiner started bucking his hips a little -- as much as he could in his bonds, listening to the cat's moans and watching the rest of the shaft disappear into the feline's lean rear. He saw the swollen knot bump against the stretched pucker and for a moment his heart raced at the thought that the wolf would continue and force the knot in, too. But the larger canid pulled out, just as smoothly as he'd gone in, stopping at the tip again and after a short pause, pressing in deep once more.
He did this again and again, always at the same speed, in and out along the entire length. Emile's feet continued to wave in the air, and his throaty groans subsided after a few thrusts into whining and moaning.
Reiner strained against the straps holding him, giving short, desperate thrusts of his hips. He felt his completely unsheathed doghood bouncing underneath him, hard and smooth and dripping pre, almost painfully throbbing. He tugged at his wrists, craving release, craving just a slight touch, but no-- His hands were securely fastened. And the aching in his nether region soon grew so unendurable that a low whine rose in his throat as he kept up his feeble movements.
The wolf glanced at the husky and his mouth twisted into a smile at his desperation. He thrust slowly into the cat a few more times, savoring the feel of him and the sounds he was making as he was stretched and filled. He paused at the tip, and then pulled back, popping the still-broad head out one last time. Emile groaned at this, and when the wolf got off of him he lay there panting, his feet now braced on the edge of the desk. He looked up with hesitant eyes and the wolf glared down at him.
"Stay," he said, and Emile gave a plaintive moan, knowing he wasn't through yet. His small member was still erect, and pre ran down into the fur of his belly. The wolf noticed.
"I see that that wasn't all bad," he said. His own cock was still hard, but he made no move to finish. He approached Reiner, paused for a moment, and then began undoing the straps and fastenings that held him in position on the examining table. The husky tore free the instant he could and his hands flew to his crotch but the wolf knocked them away. He whined, looking up pleadingly.
"No, pup. Wait."
He took Reiner's member in one hand, and the dog gave a thrust but stopped with a yelp when the wolf pinched the tip of his dick, hard. He led the protesting husky over to the desk before letting go. Giving the dog a warning look not to touch himself, the wolf went back to the feline. He hauled Emile off the desk, turned him around, and roughly bent him over it, holding the back of his neck to keep him down. Reiner stared at the exposed feline ass in front of him with wide eyes.
"Take him, pup. Go on."
Emile looked up frantically. "Sir! You can't mean-- Oh please! He'll-- He'll--"
"I didn't hurt you, Emile, did I?" asked the wolf, using the cat's name for the first time. Emile shook his head submissively, meeting the wolf's gaze. "Well, then, he will." The wolf looked away from the frightened feline and snapped his fingers at Reiner, who looked bewildered.
"Go on," the large canine repeated, as the cat struggled unsuccessfully to get free of his bent-over position. "I know you want to. So hot, so tight... He clamps down so hard. Your cock is begging to go deep inside him, I can see it."
"But-" Reiner murmured. It was true, he saw as he looked down, the terrible ache in his raging-hard cock had not gone away. Although, he noticed plainly that his size did not compare to the wolf's immense girth. True the cat was nearly irresistible. From behind like that, the narrow furry cheeks and used pink pucker looked so inviting... The urge to plow himself under that waving tail grew stronger, overpowering. All at once it didn't matter that he'd never done this before.
He was thrusting before he even got to the cat, hurriedly pulling the tail out of the way and wrapping both hands around the smaller male's waist. The husky's swinging cock missed its mark several times as he bucked his hips forward, pulling the cat backwards. Emile struggled hard, panting with alarm, but with the wolf's viselike grip holding his neck down and the husky's grip on his hindquarters, the cat could not escape. Reiner grunted, bent over the feline's back, and breathing hard as he rammed his dogmeat over and over into all the wrong places, making the cat mewl in terrified anticipation.
Finally, he found his mark. Once the tip gained the slight entry in the soft flesh right underneath the tail, the husky jammed himself in further with no hesitation.
"Ahh-nmmgn-!" The cry that tore from Emile's mouth at the sudden entry was stifled by the wolf's free hand; perhaps he feared it would deter Reiner from continuing, but he need not have worried about that. The younger canid was past all reasoning. He hilted the feline in two hard thrusts and continued spreading the cat's tailhole over and over with no hesitation, the muffled yells at each thrust only spurring him on. The husky bucked sporadically, faster and harder as he went on, pulling back on Emile's hips to meet the path of his cock square-on.
The wolf let go of the feline's mouth, and he cried out loudly as Reiner pounded into him, the squealing 'ooh's and 'ah!'s coming one after the other. Emile writhed, struggling under the grip of both canids. His feet left the ground as he kicked and Reiner wrapped both arms around his waist, taking on the cat's weight as he continued to fuck the slender male.
Soon enough both Reiner and Emile felt the dog's growing knot at the base of his cock. It bumped against the feline tailhole with quick nudges, but Emile was stretched so tight around the still forcefully-entering cock already. He looked up at the gray wolf, who was looking down at him, knowingly.
"Sir-ah-ah! Please-ah-nn-ahh-ahn!" he gasped, his body rocking with every hard pound from the husky.
The wolf looked at Reiner. The young canine was finally slowing slightly, taking longer with each inward-wedging motion. Some of the all-consuming lust had left his eyes, and he looked up at the wolf, remembering that he was doing this by permission, and as desperately as he wanted to take this cat fully, he needed permission for that as well. The wolf smiled at him, and tightened his grip on the cat's neck.
"Go on, pup. Tie him."
"Noo!" Emile whimpered shrilly, pushing against the table with his hands in a futile effort to get away. "Please!" The wolf looked down at him coldly, and in a commanding tone, repeated,
"You'll take it."
The husky kept up his pace. He panted hard, using all the force he could muster now every time he drove his cock inward. But his knot kept bumping up against the outside ring. The cat shuddered, expecting at any moment to be penetrated by that swelling girth and have that entire twitching, relentless dogmeat stuck inside of him. He was relieved every time Reiner failed.
The husky suddenly stopped his long thrusts and hilted himself as far as he could, simply pressing his knot against the resisting tailhole. The cat moaned painfully as he felt it gaining further than it had yet, stretching him slowly wider, wider even than the wolf's cock had been. Feeling close to cumming, the husky used tiny, desperate thrusts, the sudden tightness on his knot making him whine as it pressed nearly at the halfway point. Emile struggled. "Ahh-hah-ah-oohoh!" he moaned, squirming as his tailhole was spread wide. His tail thrashed above him. And then Reiner gave a last hard jerk on Emile's hips and the knot popped in, making the feline grunt loudly- "Uhh!" -and the husky came.
He trembled as his climax shocked through his body, hot streams of cum shooting from his trapped member, each gushing wave eliciting a moan from the feline. Emile felt every inch of the dog's cock inside him, so deep and thick, the knot tugging as the inside wall of his ring now. Murring happily as he rode out his surging climaxes, Reiner bucked his hips some more, the sensation making his cock jerk once more with a stream of cum. Emile gave a small, strangled squeal as the cock inside of him prodded and tugged within his tender ass, wanting to move back and forth with him to offset the motion but held in place at both ends while the husky worked his rear for the last drops of pleasure.
Fully satiated, Reiner slumped on top of the unlucky cat, breathing heavily. His cock tingled after the release but the knot was still fully hard. The cat panted, his mouth and eyes wide at the fullness in his ass. He did his best not to move his hips, so as not to feel the knotted dogmeat moving inside him. But he lifted his hands from the desktop and inched them toward his lower abdomen. He still had not come, though he had to admit he was close to the brink. Just a slight touch would--
"Keep your hands on the desk, cat."
The wolf tightened his grip on the feline's neck. Emile whimpered in frustration but obeyed, relieved at least that the husky had finished fucking him. All he had to do was wait now for the knot to diminish.
"Good puppy," the wolf said. Reiner gazed up at the large male, his eyes blurry with afterglow. It felt so good. So hot, so tight, just as the wolf said. The gentle pressure on his knot even felt good. He gave another tug, making Emile protest with another strained moan. Reiner might have felt guilty hurting the cat, even remembering the pain of the feline's barbs under his own tail. But the wolf's praise made everything alright. Still, the husky ceased all motion as his head cleared more fully, for the cat's sake. But then the wolf spoke again. A command.
"Now pull out."
Reiner and Emile both looked up with identical expressions of shock on their faces.
"It. . . it's still too big!" Reiner stammered. "I can't!"
"You haven't tried."
Reiner wanted badly to obey the large wolf. He braced his hands against Emile's ass, spreading the cheeks a little to see what he was doing.
"No! No!" Emile tried to twist free from the hand holding his neck. The husky made an attempt, pulling strongly, watching the skin under the cat's tail bulge out and stretch tight. Emile cried out louder than ever.
"Aaahhh! Nooo!"
Reiner himself yelped in pain and gave up. He could tell it would hurt too much if he pulled any harder. His doghood ached tenderly from the effort he had just given.
"I can't do it." He laid his ears back in shame at his failure.
"Yes you can."
"It'll hurt," he whimpered.
"It will hurt both of you. Now obey me."
"Please," Emile gasped. "Don't make him do this!"
"He'll separate you two by the time I count to three, or I'll separate you myself."
Reiner trembled, staring at the muscles rippling under the rough gray fur. The big wolf was surely strong enough to do it.
"One."
The husky braced his hands again, and pulled back enough to get a clear view. He heard the feline murmuring under his breath, "Please no, please no, ah, ahh--"
"Two."
His heart pounding at what would happen if the wolf got to three, Reiner made another great effort. Pushing against Emile's rear and pulling back with his hips, he could see the redness of his knot emerging from the taut pucker, and while he bit his lip against the pain, Emile's shrill cries filled the tiny room. Aching to stop, but desperate to get it over with, Reiner reached down and grabbed the feline's right leg above the ankle and lifted it, holding it bent up on the desktop. And with the cat's legs spread apart in that way, the pressure lessened slightly, as the canine had hoped it would!
"Three."
With all his might, Reiner gave a sharp tug, and the knot popped free with a wet sound. Both his hands flew to his member, holding tightly to soothe the stabbing pain, and Emile groaned, long and loud. The feline lowered his leg slowly until he was standing on both feet again, but his tail stayed raised and Reiner could see the sphincter beneath it pulsing, and whiteish cum oozing out. Then he saw the spray of cum on the floor, and the cat's pink member hanging limply, the tip still dripping with sticky fluid. He came! Reiner stared, amazed. The cat had come when he'd wrenched his knot out? The wolf seemed to be aware of this, and he let go of Emile's neck. The cat stayed where he was, panting with short whimpers of pleasure and pain.
Of the three, the wolf was the only one whose cock was still erect, fully raging hard. He seemed to take no notice of it, however, while Reiner found he could not take his eyes off it. And what he felt in the pit of his stomach was not fear of the gleaming wolfhood, but... more like... longing.
The wolf strode to the door, opened it, and whistled for a servant. An pair equines appeared shortly. At a gesture from the Master, both nodded. One hauled Emile from the desk and walked him out of the room briskly. The other horse took Reiner by his upper arm and escorted him from the room as well. As he went out the doorway the husky looked back to see the powerful wolf standing there gazing at him. With a mix of apprehension and excitement, he detected the shadow of a smile that appeared to say:
--Don't worry, puppy. You'll be seeing me again very soon...--