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The club was a hidden niche in the heart of Paris, tucked in a building that had been standing in the same place since before the first crusades. It had been patched a thousand times, plaster been used to cover up the worst of the decay and aging brick work, but at the heart it was still a building from an era that had no right to be in the modern world. The current owners had stripped it down, revamped some of the inner walls and played up to the age and history. It had once been the scene of a fire and riot, the city had toppled a King, they had changed the course of history, it should have been sacred, but the club only kept it as sacred as it could ensure patrons would come and spend their money to see the scarred fire burnt levels, the entrance to the catacombs that could be viewed behind glass where gaping skulls grinned at those that came to drink and play.

Hiasaki found it somewhat amusing, in a morbid sense of the word, as she padded down the stairs and twitched her thick tails behind her, the length of them curling along the line of her back as the music spilled around her. It was more than just an attraction for those that danced in the light and music, it was something of a victory for all of them. The bouncers in the club above had been a set of leopards, matched to one another to the point that she hadn't been able to immediately tell the difference. They were both wearing shirts that were boasting a fleur-de-lis on their shirts in bright coloration. There was a bitter touch of mockery to the humans that passed by the club, none of them would be allowed in, the club was sealed to all but the anthros that came to play. The fact that they danced in front of grinning human skulls was just a morbid bit of fun for all.

The white kitsune ran her tongue along the edge of her white muzzle, sweeping it up and over the bridge of her nose playfully as she glanced around the room and saw the crowd pressed together. France had been battling for a long time to hold back the tide of the animalistic population that had risen up at the turn of the century, but it had eventually happened. It was a known fact that the Lord of Paris had firmly seated several members of the government in his pockets through bribery, black mail and more unsavory ways. She had heard whispers all the way in the states that the renowned Lord was not so passive as those who preferred to be in the shadows, in her own city a gryphon reigned and preferred to keep his meddling a secret where no one could even hint as to his existence.

It must be nice to have someone in true control. _She thought with a duck of her head as she pushed through the crowd. _Not that he's out in the open, but open enough that he's known even to those of us who aren't Lords. Only his species is never mentioned, which makes me wonder...

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The crowd was made up of a mishmash of species that ranged from the more common feline races to the more exotic reptiles that looked more animal than anthro. The city had swelled with their numbers in the last few years, she had been one of them to come out and step into the light. They couldn't be harmed here, couldn't be hunted, the law was on their side. Not that Hiasaki had been too terribly concerned with being hurt even in her home city, she was a kitsune after all. She may have bound her tails together for the public, but she was still able to fling out enough magic to keep herself safe. She would never be able to take a place of power, the idea was laughable to the larger population, but she was still somewhat noble.

"Hey!" A laughing voice caught her off guard as she was snagged by a paw and swung around. "You made it!"

"Oomph! Hey! Easy on the paw!" The fox laughed up at the towering brown bear that caught her into a dance, dragging her towards the floor.

"I thought you'd stay up above." Elion roared down at her, the female bear grinning with large white teeth that were more threatening than they appeared. "Do you like it?"

"Better than the ones back home!" She yelled back, letting herself be drawn into the dance with a short laugh.

Elion had been the first anthro she had met here, the enormous bear worked at a butcher shop and had a reputation for a gentle and amiable nature despite her imposing appearance. Most humans were nervous around her, but anyone with fur, feathers or scales knew there was no harm to her, she was sweet and young, her body just lended itself to a large form than was expected. Hiasaki's black paws caught her friends as the music turned wild, the beat thrumming through her paws as they rose and fell rapidly against the ground, her ears held back against her head against the noise. The ursine body was strangely graceful when it came to the harder louder beats, vibrating like some sort of primal native dance to an unseen god.

This was what life was supposed to be, music and dance, song and life, not trapped in the shadows with an affected name meant to cover up her real identity. Too many of those here had lived under harmless descriptive names, everything from Spot to Flash to Bambi, stupid names meant to make it easy to replace the ever moving population. The Lord of Paris had done this, he had not stood for France becoming as dark as other continents, he had turned it into something beautiful. Eventually the world would follow, when there was no crazed uprising, no demonic throngs of half animals trying to sodomize their offspring, they would have to relent. Until then, Paris was alive with music and dance, and thrived with the economic rush of money flooding into it with those that sought asylum and peace.

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The sound of the club rattled the office, the bass was heavy enough that Fenrir knew he would have to have the bones in the walls secured again before they rattled free. He slid back in his overstuffed chair with a slight groan as he stretched his foot paws out and watched the two way mirror that connected to the rest of the club. The glass showed them only what they came here to see, the infamous catacombs that twisted their way through the underbelly of his beloved city. They only saw a reflection of his own office wall, the remains of hundreds of humans settled to watch him with black eyeless sockets in a macabre display that had disturbed countless of his underlings and caused them to avoid his private office at all costs. As well they should have, the wolf had little patience for their chatter or curiosity, both about himself and his habits. He could come here and watch his subjects dance, watch them laugh, the cares sliding away from them as he enjoyed their little show.

It was a poor substitute for what he had once had. The wolf's ears tipped back against his head and he did his best to stop a snarl before it bubbled up into his bestial throat like he wanted it to. It was long gone, it didn't matter anymore, those days were so far gone that even the humans had forgotten them. With a grunt, he pushed himself up from the desk, looking down at his dark black hand paws with their short digits, the blunt claws rasped against the carved wood and left fresh claw streaks in the wood, it didn't matter, hundreds of marks were already littering there and a few more wouldn't hurt anything. He could almost remember what it had been like to have soft human hands, almost, though most of that had faded into half dreams that were more made up than reality.

"I wonder if they would dance for me if they knew what I was?" He mused to himself and lifted his ears up on his head, the glass barely showing his bestial guise.

There were wolves in the millions in the anthro world, but they were nothing compared to himself. They were like dogs when he stood beside them, tame and mild, smoothed down with an edge of civility. The werewolf curled his upper lip a little as his eyes slid over the club, picking out the wolves present, they danced happily. If he had been among them he would have towered several feet above even the tallest one, his fur bristling and longer, his muzzle wider and filled with teeth that could have snapped their throats without trying. Every part of him was massive, he could walk on all fours and be seen as simply a wolf if he stripped himself naked, not that he would allow himself to behave as mere wolf, not any more. Not in a long long time, not since he had forgotten himself in the town of Gevaudan. But his legend was a shadow there of the days when he had lost himself to the beast within his soul. He had hunted, he had killed, he had gloried in the sweet soft flesh in his mouth.

His claws touched the glass lightly as he watched one of the slender cats pass his way, enjoying the way her tail curled and move, his tongue flicking out appreciatively. They were natural, all of them, born and bred true, but not him. He would never be one of them, he wasn't really even one of their 'Lords', though he ruled Paris and all beneath him. They wouldn't take it from him, they had already tried, a gargoyle named Raoul had tried to beat him back to take up the mantle of leadership. A shame, the creature had been intelligent and interesting, but the wolf in him would not allow himself to be thrown down from his position. They hadn't counted on his ferocity, his blood lust, his desire for hot warm flesh in his mouth, the cries of his-

Stop that, that way lies Gevaudan.. He chided himself and drew in a slow steadying breath, reaching up to tug at his soft blouse.

Fenrir had little else except for his hard won mantle of humanity to help him maintain his mind as clearly as he could manage. What little he recalled of the time he was human, he knew he had once been a great man. He had once led battles, he had once been a warrior, he had been a Lord in truth, the way that men had pledged their lives to him and he had accepted them. Then, the alchemist had come, with his sweet promises of power and a berserker rage that would drive back the Northmen. It had been too good to be true, and he had found that out. Oh how he had found that out the moment the foul liquid had poured down his throat, choking him and burning his body alive. The wolf had emerged, the man had died.

"I'm maudlin today.." He murmured and sighed a little, his great head shaking back and forth to clear it.

He forced himself to watch the crowd, as he did every night, sometimes to toy with watching the prey animals with a hunger that disturbed him every time he experienced it, other times to watch for females. It had taken him centuries to accept his sexual appetites, the bestial red cock and knot were disgusting to someone who had once been human, but time had taken those memories and turned them distant. It had been so long since he had been human he was used to this body, he accepted it. It had needs, and he could fulfill those in those that he found interesting or, at the very least, knew how to keep their tongues still. Paris did not know him, not truly, they knew his name, they knew his motives and means, they knew little else and he would keep it that way. There was a danger in if they ever knew he had been human, and those that looked to long would see he was no ordinary wolf. He resumed his watching, turning his thoughts towards a hunger he could satisfy, something with fangs tonight, something that might struggle...

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"No, cher, don't drink that." Eloin leaned over Hiasaki and plucked up a glass from the bar and pushed it towards her. "Here, this is sweeter."

"Thanks." The kitsune answered above the din and took the offered drink, her chest still pounding from dancing and her breath came in short pants.

The glass wall in front of them was large enough that she was a bit taken aback by the fact that she could see the skulls so clearly. She wondered if this was because the owner wanted to intimidate, or to make those that came here feel superior to the humans. When she had first come down here they had looked farther away behind the glass, more like a glimpse into the passages rather than staring straight into the heart of the skulls and creatures. She tipped her glass back and managed to swallow several mouthfuls of sweet liquid as she contemplated the sort of mind that had allowed this design. Her own Lord, Aeren, preferred to have things that reminded him of the sky and light, his own house boasted an illusion cast ceiling of glass so he could look at the sun and clouds above him. She had heard dragons preferred their homes to be private and quite modern, while unicorns enjoyed luxurious estates that had forest homes.

_I wonder if he's a dragon... but an old fashioned one. _ She toyed with the idea as Eloin leaned back against the bar with her.

"His name is Fenrir?" She asked her friend, curiosity bringing the question to her lips. "Is he a dragon?"

"I don't know." The she-bear shrugged and gave a small smile. "The ones that work here are pretty tight lipped, he prefers to work behind the scenes, so I suppose he could be one of the unicorns. Like the fellow that runs New Orleans, the dark ones are quite odd."

"Perhaps." Hiasaki leaned back against her thick tails. "Or he could be from the Asia, few of them have taken up cities, you Westerners have staked claim to anything you can get your hands on."

"Your dragons and phoenixes did alright, hell, a phoenix rules San Francisco and not a single person would stand in front of her." Eloin pointed out with a tip of her head. "Besides, it doesn't matter all that much, France is the leading edge now. We're on the map again, if your states had taken things like the boost in business into account you would have had a gold mind."

"They can't even allow two men to marry, can you imagine giving us rights." Hiasaki wrinkled her nose up slightly and snorted.

She rolled around on her chair, swinging about so she could look at the glass wall with a curious tilt to her head. The bear continued chatting and followed suit, an easy smile on her handsome features. It was nearly midnight, the club was still filling up with a steady stream coming from the upper halls. The upper dance floors would already been roaring, they were typically the ones that filled up the fastest due to the fact they boasted a true ball room and vast gardens that had been converted into an area where people could drink and relax with an outdoor live band. She found herself smiling into her drink as she thought about slipping upstairs, it felt good to have her tails out and not a human in sight. It made her wonder if eventually everything would turn this way.

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She was white as a cloud and as dark as ashes, Fenrir growled in silent appreciation at the fox sitting across the bar from his window. She had a thatch of black hair flopped down over her head so that it partially hid her eyes, the dark green of them merry looking and eager as she sipped her drink and caught her breath. The bear beside her had originally caught his eye, the size of her appealing considering that he towered nine feet tall, but it was the fox that had his attention. At first, he had simply dismissed her as a plain white fox, perhaps a bit more exotically marked with her black coloration on her paws and head. It wasn't unheard of for some to dye their fur, but her tails were what drew his eyes and a breath sucked through his teeth as they flicked out behind her.

The row of them made a backdrop much in the same way a peacock might flaunt her colors, a glimpse of the tips tantalizing as the lights changed the thick white fur blue and green, purple and red. She was slender, but not terribly short, her body lean with muscular potential that had him flicking his thick dark tail behind him in amusement. She wasn't a fox, though he didn't know what she was, she was something new, something interesting and as such she had become the fixated mark for his attention. There was always room in him to find someone, something, new to explore. Given the capacity of his life span he was always interested in the different and she was certainly proving to be different. He watched her at the bar as she talked with her companion, noticing the way that she was gesturing, her eyes constantly moving to look around her. Even her clothing was pleasing to him, something that had his ears pricking forward high on his head.

It reminded him of a distant fashion in the past that he had enjoyed. Her corset was done up tight along her chest, pushing up along her breasts so that they seemed to be offered up to him. In the past, they never would have been pushed up like that unless she were wearing overcoats to hide them, but he appreciated the view none the less. The skirt was a vibrant purple that flared around her hips, so dark that he almost mistook it for black, but was pleasantly surprised when the lights became bright enough to reveal the true color. She would have looked lovely in gloves, long ones, soft crushed velvet to wrap along her hand-paws so that the fingers looked longer, but the preference was easily ignored.

"Gerald!" Fenrir snapped out the name, his voice a baritone growl no matter how he might try to soften it.

"Sir?" The answering voice was so swift that it amused him, his personal servant was well trained at his job, so well trained that the werewolf had often amused himself with thought that the pine martin was always lurking in the halls.

"Come here." The wolf shifted, turning his head down to the slender mustelid who opened the door and stepped inside.

Like all of his servants, the pine marten was dressed in a neat vest over a loose blouse and a set of dark pants. There was a gold fleur de lis pinned right at his throat to tuck down a splash of dark blue silk, marking him as a personal servant able to roam his private quarters at will. Gerald was the epitome of a servant. He was never shocked, never bothered, he was utterly reliable and kept his secrets well. Fenrir had tested his unruffled exterior many a times when he found himself in a rage, it wasn't unheard of for him to spend an evening destroying a choice bit of furniture or.. hunting something alive. Oh, not intelligent prey of course, he put those days behind him, but it was Gerald who secured goats or bulls for him to hunt.

"What is that fox creature?" He gestured towards the glass without bothering with pleasantries.

"Ahh? The white?" Gerald blinked his small dark eyes and peered out. "I believe that is a kitsune, sir. A creature that traditionally heralds from Japan."

"Kitsune?" The wolf rolled the term on his tongue. "Mortal?"

"I am not sure, sir. They are not common, certainly not common outside of their homeland. They are quite family oriented if I recall correctly." The martin tilted his head up a touch. "I believe we hired on a red panda, she might have more information about them."

"But they are not like you, they are one of the Lords?" He queried curiously, his interest sharpening.

"They have some magic, but the legends could be exaggerated as to just how much power they truly hold." Gerald flicked his tail gently. "I will go and speak with other servants who might know."

"Rrrr... yes, do so. See that she returns tomorrow night as well.. No." He paused and a smile twitched his lips. "Invite her to dine with me tomorrow afternoon, privately."

"You personally, sir? Shall I tell her that you request her presence?" Gerald's voice held a touch of something, not quite disbelief, but something.

"No... yes. I do not care what you tell her." Fenrir's amber eyes watched as the fox slipped from her stool. "However you must, I want her to return tomorrow."

"I will see she is invited to return and given a special pass." If the martin found the request odd or distasteful he didn't give a hint, he simply dipped his head and began to retreat.

Fenrir followed the fox as she disappeared into the ground, his interest growing in leaps and bounds at the sight of those multiple black tipped tails. No other preternatural creature came to Paris, they were forbidden, though it wasn't his law that forbade him. He would have welcomed the daughters of magical loins into his home if they had come here, but the canny old creatures knew better. Now...one had fallen into his grasp and if she were indeed a creature of magic. A low sound vibrated from his throat, a baritone growl bubbling up akin to a purr, she would return tomorrow night, even if he had to kidnap her.

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"I am glad to see that you have come, madam!" The small martin greeted Hiasaki the moment she stepped into the front of the club, dressed in the same outfit that he had worn last night.

"I wasn't given much of a choice." She answered, trying not to put an edge of a growl to her voice as one of the leopards closed the door behind her.

She had enjoyed herself the night before, she had loved to dance, she'd enjoyed Eloin's company and even met a rather timid dog that had tried to hit on her several times. It had been wonderful, magical evening, when it had turned strange quickly. The pine martin had stepped out to catch her as she was leaving, the small fellow was more imposing given that he was being escorted by a pair of their bouncers to make sure he could get through the crowd. He had delivered a parchment envelope to her and an oral invitation to return the next day at three in the afternoon to dine with a nameless guest that had caught sight of her and wished to know her better. Her immediate response had been no, Eloin had even snorted her annoyance and dismissed the fellow, but that hadn't been the natural end of it.

Lord Fenrir himself had summoned her, the envelope had been pushed into her paws and the martin had given a strange little dip bow, telling her to simply read it and if she wished to decline to do so by not coming. The invitation had been... strangely harsh. The lettering was elegant, but the wording had not been. Lord Fenrir was aware that she was not one of the normal creatures that came to live in his city, as the treaties between Lords were private he did not blame her for being unaware of this fact, but requested that she join him for a meal to discuss her encroachment on his territory or else she should see herself out of the city before the sun rose. There were no real threats, but the hint was there, a hint that made her bristle and anger rise up in the back of her throat as she was led deeper into the club. She couldn't have left at that hour, not with what she owned and not easily, she had to comply or risk whatever silent threat he had in mind for her.

"Here, you will find this room most comfortable, I'm afraid that this place can become quite chilled in the winter." Gerald spoke cheerfully, as if this weren't a near forced meeting. "Do let me know if you prefer it warmer, my Lord prefers cooler weather, but I am certain that he would want you comfortable."

"If he wanted me comfortable he could have left me at my hotel." She snapped in response, not feeling particularly charitable or kind. She had never been summoned in such a rude way in her life.

"He will be with you shortly, the meal will be coming as well." The martin gave her a look, almost pained. "Though, if you would like me to arrange a more befitting outfit..."

"I'll be comfortable, thank you." Hiasaki curled her lip a little bit at the hint that her clothing should be changed.

She had worn clean clothes, of course, but she hadn't come here with an eye to make him impressed with her, instead she had gone with normal. Her tight pants were riding pants, as well as the custom boots that wrapped around her foot paws, her shirt was a loose polo shirt, nothing fancy. She didn't know what he wanted to talk with her about, she wasn't one of the Lords. Her species wasn't high enough ranked, their magic was just enough to keep them in trouble, not to control anyone or anything. There was no reason for her to end up in the petty squabbles between anyone, especially not a Lord that was as powerful of the Parisian.

She stewed, partially fidgeting in a small drawing room that looked like it hadn't been changed in a few hundred years. It was lit with gas lamps or oil lamps, she wasn't sure which, the light dimmed down to the point that it was only her keen eyes that allowed her to see any of the decorations. It was masculine, almost to the point of being like a hunting lodge, with a table set out with what looked like formal dinnerware. Her mind flicked back to what Eloin had said about the Fallen Unicorns, the ones that had been twisted and turned from their original forms, ripped from their horns to the point of madness. They liked their games, they liked to play with others minds, but they also had a strange code of honor about them. There was no reason for her to end up in the petty squabbles between anyone, especially not a Lord that was as powerful of the Parisian.

It seemed like forever before the door opened again, she wasn't even sure how long due to the lack of real windows, she only knew that her rump was going numb when the 'lord' finally graced her with his presence. The first glimpse she had of him she got the sense of size as the dimly lit room outlined an anthro that had his ears pinned back so that they didn't brush the door frame, his shoulders broad and slightly hunched as his head was on a longer neck, a thicker neck than looked natural. She pulled her ears back as the firelight gave her a glimpse of lupine features, but strangely larger and heavier, more animalistic than she was used to.

"I am pleased you agreed to dine with me." The voice was painfully deep, almost a growl that spilled from the open muzzle.

"You're a wolf." Hiasaki got the words out before she could stop them and was rewarded with a rasping laugh as Fenrir continued into the room.

She had never seen a wolf like him, the moment he came further into the firelight she felt her heart leap up in her throat. He was massive, all of five hundred pounds if his height and the powerful muscled body was any gauge. His arms were too long, the hands ending in them had short stubby fingers that ended in more bestial claws instead of her trimmed ones. His legs were solely created for a four legged creature, she could see that they weren't even partially modeled after her own and the foot paws were massive, spreading open as wide as dinner plates as he walked. Everything about him screamed that there was something wrong, the longer she looked the more wrong he appeared, the more her heart began to beat as she jumped up from her seat and swallowed. Her tongue felt dry, sticking to the roof of her mouth, he even smelled wrong, he reeked of wild musk.

The dim light showed his eyes watching her with interest, their intensity making her swallow a little as she moved behind her chair and gripped the back of it firmly. This wasn't a Lord. They were beings of great power, the source of myths and legends that rested in the heart of the world. She didn't even have a name for him, he was a wolf, but he was a wolf in the same way one might say a husky was a wolf. They both shared some of the same features, but there was no real comparison between them when they were seated side by side.

"Be seated, Hiasaki," Fenrir growled the words out as he came to the larger chair set across from hers, dragging it with one large hand-paw. "Unless you have other observations about my species to make?"

"N-No..." She stammered, swallowing around her heart beat. "I just, I thought you were-"

"A dragon? A unicorn? A gryphon or a naga? Some exotic and bold creature to make you wag your tails to be in the presence of?" Fenrir snorted in disgust. "As you can see, I am not."

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Fenrir dragged his claws under the chair, rasping furrows as he tried to hide the trembling eagerness to pounce the female across from him. Sex and hunger toyed against one another as he tasted her fear, her body almost trembling as she sank into the chair, her eyes wide and locked on him. At least she obeyed, if she had run he might have done something unpleasant to her, it was never good to run in front of him. It made him think of soft sweet bellies and his fangs sinking into them, he had lost many servants in that manner when he had first remembered he had once been human. When he had come back to the world and regained his wealth, it was hard to recall that he was not just a beast and give into primitive needs.

"Gerald!" He rasped out and kept his eyes locked on the fox. "I will have our meal laid out, you will, perhaps, be clearer headed with your meal."

"I don't think I'm that hungry." She answered, a little more steadily, but still staring at him with burning curiosity. "What are you?"

"I'm a wolf. You observed that much yourself." He answered vaguely and waved a paw at her. "And you, as I am told, are a kitsune."

The servant's door opened as he watched her nod her head in answer while he diverted the topic as much as he could. He had spent most of the morning in books, reading up on kitsunes and interrogating any of his servants that had heard of them. He had hardly dared hope that she would come from magical stock. It wasn't that he was attracted to magic, he had very little to do with it personally, but he was attracted to those that carried mingled bloodlines and any ounce of preternatural ability in their bodies. He was not a normal creature, he wasn't a natural creature, he had mated, fucked and knotted every canine, lupine, vulpine he had come across, anything remotely close to his form he had taken his pleasure with and not one of them had walked away with anything more than an awkward limp and a bruised body. None had returned to him swollen with offspring, and as far as he knew none of them ever would.

He wasn't really a wolf, he was something else, something alchemy had ripped through and recreated into a mixture of a feral beast and a human. He had even tried humans, though he had been frustrated at how delicate they were, they had also given him nothing except for release. It was a foolish day dream, an obsession that came with age. He wanted more than to simply survive, he wanted to have something besides how he was surviving now. In the last half a century he had fixated on family, perhaps it was less strange for a wolf to wish a pack, but he wanted to have something that was his. Something to pass on his knowledge, something that shared his traits, his blood, knew him from first breath. Little ones that would know no fear of him, that he could guide and raise proudly. There was no creature that did not fear him, be they lord, human or anthro, he was always treated with a nervous fear that was well deserved.

He watched her as Gerald came in with another servant with food, no matter how calm they were there was always an edge of fear. Age had made him obsess over what he was, what he lacked, and he knew that the ability to keep sane as the years went by was something he lacked. A dragon had told him that, that Immortals (or whatever they wished to call themselves) had strange minds that allowed them to deal with the march of time, he had nothing except obsession and desire. The Lords would not allow their kind in his territory, they knew what he sought, understood that the longer he lived, the more he yearned for the family he had vague memories of in his past. It would require a preternatural womb, a creature that could be modified and controlled with careful alchemy, something like the kitsune sitting across from him.

"I didn't know your territory was closed to me.. I'm not one of the powerful races." Hiasaki spoke up carefully, still staring at him as if he were something entertaining. "I thought I could move through here freely."

"And so you can, but you cannot blame me for being wary for wanting to assure myself you were not a threat." Fenrir kept his tone as light as he could, watching as the servants set out their meal. "I would have a meal with you and take you a tour of my home, afterwards you are free to leave if you so wish. But I warn you, the city is mine and mine alone." The last he gave a growl to, a hint of suspicion.

As if this clever fox could conquer me and take my place.. He kept his face serious and was rewarded with a nervous laugh from his companion as her drink was poured.

"I'm not looking for your city, not at all.." The kitsune answered and picked up her glass, his lips fought the urge to curl in a smile. "I could not hold a city as one of the Great Lords, I am merely a wanderer seeking new experiences."

And you will find them, my dear. He purred to himself and watched the first drink slide down her slender muzzle.

After his Change he had studied alchemy in his moments of sanity, trying to find a way back to his human body. There was no way that he knew of, nothing short of a silver blade slitting his throat, and that freedom was no freedom at all, but he understood potions. He understood how they were used, what they did, he understood how to make small changes. His potions had once been a source of income, now they were a source of power in the modern world. He had made something decades ago for himself, an experiment to try on those that had shared his bed, but it had done nothing. The ones he gave it to had no magic, no spark to cause the potion to run hot through their veins. He could not pour magic into a vessel that had none of its own, but this fox, this kitsune, she had the magic he needed to spark her body.

_Will she carry a litter or a single babe? Would that I knew of others of my kind, perhaps I would know, but the adventure is finding out. _ He watched her drink from her glass with a rush of victory. Every bite, every sip, would slip her further into a bestial heat that had nothing to do with civility and everything to do with needing to be filled.

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"Please, what are you?" Hiasaki asked again, this time her tone careful and measured as she watched the wolf eating chunks of what appeared to be nearly raw meat.

She had been served a lovely meal, complete with wine that tasted as if it must be expensive, but she had barely tasted what she'd eaten as she stared over the dinner table at her host. The longer she looked, the more he looked wrong to her. The only ones that she saw that looked more bestial would have been the dragons who really didn't have a form other than four legged unless they shape changed. Even his head was too animalistic, his eyes were smaller than they should have been, the fangs so large that they peeked out even when he closed his muzzle completely. His arms were more like the arms on a feral bear, too large and thick, as if he was only walking on two legs because he could, not because he should. His ears lifted forward to regard her as she hastily put food in her muzzle, trying not to flinch at the slight curl of his lips.

"I'm a wolf, I have already told you that." Fenrir rumbled out, his voice a bass sounding growl. "Or are you questioning why I rule Paris?"

"Yes." She answered after swallowing her food, it was good food, everything had a strange spice about it that appealed to her senses and coaxed her to eat more than she normally would.

"I think that the closest term would be werewolf, though even that really doesn't explain it all." Fenrir tilted his ears upwards a touch and tilted his head to one side.

"A werewolf?" Hiasaki jerked her head back slightly and looked more carefully at him. "So you're a human?"

"Human?" The wolf barked a harsh laugh. "I haven't been a human in centuries, I am a werewolf in so much as I was born human and magic made me... this.." The paws gestured at himself. "The moon holds no sway over me, and no amount of magic has ever even thinned my fur."

"Then.." She started to ask but the wolf's paw thumped the table firmly, his fingers were so like paws it was frightening. How could he possibly hold anything in them?

"I do not owe you my past story, suffice to say that I have earned my right to rule Paris, I have been here for longer than most of your Lords have held sway." Fenrir pushed his plate away with a gesture. She regretted the topic, the hint of darkness in his eyes warned her back. "I have lived in and out of this city for long enough that I know it better than any unicorn or gryphon or gargoyle. It would be a mistake for any to assume that my species makes me unfit to rule."

"I wasn't hinting at that." Hiasaki swallowed, her tongue flicking out to nervously lick her lips before she picked up a glass. "I simply.. thought more people would know about a Lord who was not one of the... great races. All know your name and reputation, but not your species."

"I do not wish to be known." He answered simply and tipped his ears back, looking at her for a long moment. "There is no need for my name to be attached to anything except what I am. A hidden lord, is that not what those others that rule call themselves?"

The Lord stood up, as he did so she was struck by the fact that what she had assumed were pants when he had first stepped into the room turned out to be nothing of the sort. Her eyes had adjusted to the light, including the candles on the table, and now she was given a view of the thick brush of fur that covered his hips and upper thighs. It was heavier than the rest of his body, shaggier so that it gave the appearance as if he were wearing something over himself. He was made more bestial and strange by the nudity, her eyes jerking upwards to try her best not to stare at any part of him except for the muzzle and the eyes that watched her intensely, a light glittering behind them that made her want to squirm in place. The wine had left her stomach feeling warm, her head slightly dizzy, making her regret leaning more heavily on the drink than the meal that had been brought out. How had she missed his nudity?

It wasn't that nudity was uncommon among anthros, most of them were perfectly content to be in their fur, but as far as she knew, any of the nobility relied heavily on appearance to intimidate. Perhaps he had shunned clothing simply because he was more shocking this way, but it made her uncomfortable as she nervously straightened her shirt, tugging firmly against the material instead of looking at him. She looked anywhere else, though some dark part of her was curious to see if all of him was as bestial as what she had seen.

"Come, I will take you a tour that no one in Paris can give you." Fenrir gave his head a slight jerk in invitation. "It has been a long time since anyone preternatural has set foot here."

"I don't really.. have much interest in skeletons." Hiasaki protested softly, flicking her tails behind her.

"If you believe that they only hold death, you really have not properly seen the city." The wolf padded around the table, his eyes fixated on her as picked up the bottle from the table. "Come along, or would you deny me your company for a simple evening?"

Hiasaki shifted nervously, her ears tipping back against her dark head fur as she watched the wolf approach her. Her mind knew that she should find a way to avoid going down beneath the city with him, she had already heard the warnings and stories about people that went beneath the city and never found their way out again. It was a warning to anyone who thought they could sneak in through one of the many entrances and come out again alive. True, this werewolf might know his way through the passages without help, but it would also be easy to lose her there. She had no idea what his intentions were or what he was going to do, but her mind told her not to trust him. Hell, her mind was screaming not to trust him, but there were other things screaming just as loudly.

Perhaps it was the drink, but she found it hard to come up with a rational and reasonable excuse to leave as the wolf padded up to her and offered one large paw hand towards her. The claws would have looked fitting on a grizzly, curled and thick looking through the sweep of dark fur, the paw itself was calloused and padded with very little in the way of softness. She frowned to herself, swallowing a little bit as she moved her hand upwards to rest on the paw, unsure as to why she was even doing this. Fenrir's growl was low and approving as he shifted, towering above her, she could feel the thick heavy fur bumping against her side as he pulled her closer and began to escort her from the room. Her stomach flip-flopped strangely, it was just a small tour, it couldn't to that much harm. Obviously the wolf didn't have much in the way of company and she could at least entertain him for a little while.

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Fenrir's nose was keen, far sharper than that of the fox at his side, he could scent the faint fresh air rushing through the tunnels as he descended into the familiar corridors that he had carved out for himself. His thick tail flicked behind him, trying to maintain a pose of relaxed geniality for his guest, he didn't want Hiasaki to bolt when he was so close to his goal. He had made sure that the fox had eaten as much as he could without arousing suspicion, it had been easier to make sure that she drank heavily. He could taste the scent of her on the air, so warm and sweet, it clung faintly enough that he had to concentrate to pick it up. It would take time for the potion to work through her and begin to draw her into season and until then it was still possible for her to try and escape.

He padded down along the opening of the tunnel, sweeping one paw along the wall so that low level lights flashed on to reveal the labyrinth of limestone passageways that had been carved out over the centuries. She startled a little bit at the modern lights, looking as if she half expected to walk into torch light. There were miles of passages beneath the city, many of them dark and labyrinths that could, and did, lead to people being lost and passing away before they could be found. His own passages were carefully regulated, he kept them clear and lighted, well, at least most of them. He slanted his eyes down towards her and gestured with one paw towards the narrow pathway that led downwards towards the cool depths of the left hand passage.

"Down this way, I assume you would like to see the infamous bones?" He rumbled and watched as she flinched a bit at his paw.

"I.. well there are the ones at your bar that I saw." She answered slowly, her green eyes fixing on him briefly before moving away. He disturbed her, but he was well accustomed to that reaction.

"You saw prepared bones, we brought them up from deep within the catacombs, there are actually only a few spots with human remains in them." He chuffed out a bit and began to guide her down the hall. "I guard the remains of those who are not human."

She was following him, reluctantly. Once upon a time it would have hurt him, he might have flinched or snarled at being shunned, but now he accepted it. He was too animalistic for her kind, for any kind, but eventually the burn would sink into her body and she would be his. Strange how creatures that held so closely to animals would ignore many instincts, drugs and chemicals subdued the worst of it. Just as humans drugged themselves against the smallest sniffle or twinge in their hormones. He drank in another breath and guided her further down the steep incline where the air began to cool rapidly from the warmth of his club.

"Not human?" She asked after a few moments, her many tails flicking behind her ever so slightly. "Our kind are buried down here?"

"Oh yes, quite a few, we were the graveyard of all of France for hundreds of years, far before Les Innocents was torn down and the dead buried down here." He twitched his ears slightly and took a turn neatly, letting her follow. He needed her further beneath the earth.

"Th-that's wrong, though. We burn our dead, or we did, our skeletons would lead others to know of our presence." She stammered and seemed genuinely shocked, making him let out a low rumbling growl in his throat.

"Do you think that they did not know that. A skull is a skull, be it wolf or dog or horse or cow, humans, if they found our dead, would not think anything except it is an odd place for an animal head." He murmured and twitched his nose a little bit as he paused and lifted his ears up high in the air. "Come, you might be surprised."

Her body was changing, he could almost taste it on the air, the subtle fragrance of her need a sweet perfume to his senses as he tilted his head back and led her through the passageways and caverns. He could have easily taken her to see the skulls and bones of their ancestors, but he would never make it there. That passage lay far and away, meandering deeper into the tunnels so that the potion had a chance to work through her. Away from the outside world, away from the distractions of other scents and sounds, her body would react more swiftly to the tastes and scents of himself on the air. His sheath stirred as he faintly tasted her scent on the air, sweet and delightful, filling his muzzle and making his stomach go tense with a hint of eager need.

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Hiasaki tried to keep herself as far from the wolf as she could, but it became impossible as the tunnels they went down forced her into closer proximity. Despite his appearance, he was genial and interesting as he spoke about the tunnels that ran beneath the city. He knew about the tunnels that ran through the heart of the caverns, where the paths criss crossed and wandered towards the more well known segments. He even had stopped to explain what the markings had meant, making her come closer to him, close enough to pick up the strange scent of musk on the air that came from him. It wasn't like anything that she had experienced before, it was strong and sharp, making her breathing come in shorter bursts as she tried to puzzle out why it was so strange to her, why it was so off. There were many questions, but few answers, and the questions... were growing harder to think about and understand.

"And this one?" She paused and flicked her thick tails behind her, the movement sweeping it back and forth. "What does it mean?"

"Hmm?" Fenrir tilted his head towards the small opening of the tunnel and the markings above it. "Humans sometimes come this way and have parties or create art, I sometimes find them, but they don't go any further than I let them."

"Oh.." She trailed off and blinked a few times, drawing in a deeper breath as she tried to place his scent.

She felt light headed and strange, almost like the world was being fuzzy around the edges, a soft padding that was strangely comforting and energizing all at once. The drink? She rarely drank, but at the meal she had enjoyed some of what was offered to be polite. She wasn't quite drunk, but the world certainly wasn't feeling normal as they continued down the trail. Her fur smoothed down to her body as she felt overly warm, her breathing coming a touch faster than normal as she trotted to catch up with him, seeing the wolf glance back at her. His scent was so strange, harsh and thick, more like an animal than she had ever experienced.

"What are you?" She asked, her voice soft and slow as her tail flicked along the curve of her back. "I mean, how did you become what you are."

"I offered to show you our dead, not to share my life story with you." The wolf's ears twitched back slightly as he gave her a long look. "It is a long story and not one that I think you would enjoy hearing."

"I simply.. have never known someone like you is all." Hiasaki tried to sound apologetic, but it was hard to concentrate as the world was throbbing strangely with the pounding of her heart beat.

"Down here, let me light the torches so that you might see better." Fenrir rumbled and paused at the opening of a massive tunnel. "They were quite religious back in the day, the sanctity of the dead, but they still used the bones to make works of art."

Her hide was on too tight, it felt as if she were stand beneath a full noon day sun, the heat soaking into her muscles and bones so that she was panting in short shallow bursts that she tried to cover up as he struck a torch on the wall. The light flared to life brightly, not cold and artificial, but alive and shifting through the shadows wildly. She could see the cast of the bones being illuminated in a rich gold tones, the shadows pockets of darkness that punctuated the gaping holes in the midst of the bones that were lined up in a rising tower high in the air. Her eyes adjusted slowly and she took an involuntary step backwards as she saw the gaping grinning jaws of hundreds of skulls looking back at her.

They were old and polished by time, golden and gleaming, an artistic creation that made her widen her eyes and try to forget the warmth and dizziness that ran haphazardly through her body. She made herself walk forward, eyes drinking in the creation greedily. It was created in a tower, or a column, it rose up in the air nearly fifteen feet in a solid eight foot wide circle. Each skull was carefully placed so that they were all aligned with each other. There were grinning predator skulls with sharp teeth, ranging from small cats right on up to the now extinct sabers. They had wolves and felines, great beasts from Australia, raptors of all kinds and they were spaced with prey species, balancing on fangs with flat teeth. It was perfectly made, lined up in such a way that she could only marvel at how much time it must have taken to put everything in place, just so.

Fenrir didn't comment, but let her walk towards the column, her eyes half closing as she looked into the sightless black holes where the eyes should have been. The fact they had done all of this before computer imaging and mapping was impressive, her tails flicked faster as she picked out a few skulls that were obviously Lords, ones that featured sharp hooked teeth and beaks gilded in silver, horns and features of no earthly beast. There was a twisted beauty that she admired, a smile forming on her slender muzzle as she reached out to brush against one of the skulls with a feather light brush of her fingertips, not enough to even brush the dust off as she touched.

"Once they created the most beautiful things imaginable for no other reason than space," Fenrir growled close to her ear and she felt her stomach turning strangely at the heat of his scent near her. "Do you find it repulsive?"

"No." She breathed out, her stomach turning strangely as a large paw slipped out to run along her hip, what was wrong with her, that scent was making her feel slightly dizzy.

"Good, nothing so beautiful should be seen as anything less than what it is. A testament to beauty." Fenrir's voice echoed, the deepness of it making her almost see vibrations while she attempted to focus her eyes on the artwork.

I don't feel right.. She realized what was wrong with a vague sense of alarm as a hand slipped against her hip, and she was drawn to one side.

"Look, tilt your head up for me and look along the pillar and see what they have created." Fenrir's voice was shaking the world and she found it harder to get her limbs to react the way she wanted them to be.

She was too warm, she was panting, dimly she realized that her tongue was spilling out of her muzzle in short breaths as she looked up along the pillar. His paws were massive against her hips, they felt big enough to engulf her entire waist with ease if they closed around her. The world was pounding, vibrating, throbbing with the beat of her heart as she realized that the skulls put together a pattern on the column. It was strange and twist, beautifully maimed in the creation of what looked like a gargoyle throwing itself aloft, the wings swept back and features blurred by the hard edges of the skulls. It was stylized, but there and it made her blink rapidly. She didn't want to look at art, she wasn't thinking correctly, her world was tilting and her body burned where the paws touched her.

"That is Jean LeSuquea, former Lord of Paris. He was vain enough to build this place and make a likeness of himself." The growl purred against her shoulder, the breath steaming until she let out a noise. It was a weak sound, almost a whine as he drew her back against him. "He believed himself immortal, I taught him differently."

"What did you do.." She whispered the words, her tongue thick in her muzzle. This wasn't normal, she drew in a breath and her body tightened so strangely that she swayed.

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Fenrir's vision was red along the edges, he could barely form words with that scent filling his nostrils. It was sweet and alluring, delicately rich and sweetly delicious, making his mind roll just beneath the needs of the beast that he had become. It was strength of will that kept him in control as she spoke, her body shaking in his paws while he drew her back closer. His sheath was already starting to swell, the dark red shaft starting to push free of the opening with a glistening strand of wetness clinging to him. Did she taste his scent and feel her body nearly giving in to what it really wanted? Or was she struggling to come to terms with what he was going to do to and with her. He licked his lips and drew her back closer, feeling the brush of the sensually soft tails against his chest and stomach.

"Please.." She breathed the word as his paws grazed her belly and he could not stop the rough laugh that bubbled up from his throat.

"Why? Tell me, what plea do you have that I care for?" He licked his lips and pulled her upwards, lifting her foot paws from the ground so she writhed in his hold. "You have the key to something I desire more than gold, than power, than my city... There is no plea that you would give me that I would release you for."

She tasted of the spell. His own magic was a weak thing, a bare spark found in his heart that most humans had, but time had made him sensitive to the sensations of magic and alchemy. His spell was working inside of her, changing her, ripening her womb in more than one way. It wasn't just heat, it was making her compatible to seed that would not be her own species, the same spell that had supposedly been used to create the gryphons and it was stretching between them as he ran his tongue along the back of her neck and pulled her back far enough that his sheath pushed against her. The moment the stiffening shaft caressed the curve of her rump she let out a weak sounding yip and trembled, her head tilting backwards.

I would simply take her now... He teased with the idea, dreaming of the crying bitches he had before, but no... He wasn't simply going to fuck and release her, he needed her body to want him, crave him. He needed to train it, he would not allow her to escape with his offspring.

He remembered once being a man, what women enjoyed beneath his hand. He turned around, his powerful legs shifting as she was pushed about with a cry. Her hands reached out and grabbed his ruff as he pushed her towards a low marble carved bench that was seated in the corner of the room. It had been set there for quiet contemplation, but he had no thoughts to chase tonight as he pushed the kitsune downwards and onto the hard edge. He would enflame her body, make her cry out for him, locked in pure ecstasy that would overwhelm her thoughts and confuse her. He wanted her body to be his and his alone, and that would require a patience that made the animal in him snarl with anger and frustration.

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Get up... get up!! Hiasaki screamed through her own delirious mind, but there was no making her body react as she was pushed onto cold firm marble.

The chill was welcome to her fevered body, it leached some of the heat away as the brute above her dropped to all fours as she watched. He was standing quite naturally, only a hunch to his shoulders to show that he could walk on two legs, his dark muzzle aimed down towards her as the jaws spread open wider to show a dark red tongue. She had never felt this way in her life, it was a fire that burned through her loins and made her stomach tense and ripple. The contractions startling as Fenrir dipped his head and rolled his eyes up to watch her, one massive paw dropping to press against her stomach to keep her in place as he nudged his soft nose right between her thighs and hooked his fangs into the edge of her pants.

She cried out, not in pain, but the feel of the fabric running over her soft mound in a caress that sent shivers rushing down the length of her spine. It was an unwilling feel of pleasure as he used his fangs to peel the riding pants off her slowly, his breath hot and humid while he lifted his head higher and the edge of the material pulled down over the curve of her ass. The button that held the material over her tails snapped off as he rose up and she reached her paws down to try and shove at his muzzle. She meant to shove at his muzzle, she was telling her hands to move, but they froze as they ran through his fur and felt the stiff guard hairs parting to the softness hiding beneath it. It was like velvet to her fingertips, velvet that she ran against while he yanked back and pulled her pants from her body entirely.

Her soft pink mound nestled between her legs, she felt the glistening wetness clinging to her outer lips as the cool air hit it, relieving her of some of the sense of need that was growing inside of her. She had been in heat, every female ovulated and knew the sensations, but they were not animals! They could control their desires and aside from feeling an increase in sexual urges, their heat didn't demand they breed. This wasn't a calm heat, it was a burning ache that made her mind roll under as the beast let out a purring growl of satisfaction and dropped her pants to one side, her bare ass pressed against the marble as his claws ran over her shirt.

"Lord Fenrir.." She breathed the words out, she was shaking, she didn't know how to get him to listen, but the beast only purred again, a sound that vibrated in the deep throat. And then he answered with his tongue.

The broad red expanse of it pushed between her legs, his free paw forced one leg up and over his shoulders as the powerful silken muscle pushed and rolled along her swelling outer lips. They were so tight feeling that the soft brush had her bowing her back and yelping out while it dragged upwards and pushed between them, trailing slick saliva behind him as he worked. His breath wrapped over her tender loins, her fever raging wildly over her senses as she bowed her back and stiffened. He didn't give her time to relax, his tongue pushed out, lavishing her sex with smooth strokes that slipped between the lips to dance along the inner lining. The pressure on her stomach from his paw grew, holding her down as she writhed and tried to arch, swallowing a whimpering sound of pleasure. Not pain, gods, there was no pain in that tongue as it worked against her.

It pushed forward, the tip was so slender feeling it nudge easily along her outer lips, and then curled to spread her apart. The sweep up polished along the swollen nub of her clit, tasting her with swirling strokes that had her inner body contracting around nothing. She squeezed tightly, feeling the contractions that began to edge out a brush of wetness to greet the wolf's tongue. He rumbled his purr, for all the world like a great cat being rewarded with exactly what he wanted, nudging his tongue forward harder to begin to spread her snug little ring open wider. She grabbed the fur along his neck, she wasn't thinking as she gripped down tightly and moaned out when the tongue tip pushed forward, victoriously claiming the inside of her body.

It was fire and heat, so warm that it was nearly unbearable and her muzzle opened in short pants, her body was lavished in the attention as the tongue plunged through her contracting walls. His great jaws opened up, sliding towards her loins as if he would bite her and simply end it all in one single snap, but withheld himself by running his tongue in and out slowly. He gathered up her wetness and dragged it from her, running along the rough rise of her g-spot, sending her twisting and bucking under his paw. She didn't want this, she felt the strands of his saliva on her body, she knew she wanted nothing to do with his, but her body had other things in mind. She writhed and pushed, grinding herself into the muzzle in a way that she would have never done.

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Fenrir's eyes squeezed shut as he tasted his vixen, scooping out the slickness of her heat onto his tongue and swallowing while he felt her struggling under his touch. He couldn't get enough of the sweet taste that came from her, the strands of it clung to his whiskers to leave her ripe scent in his muzzle with an intensity that he could no more ignore than he could ignore the need growing low in his body. His cock slid from his sheath, inch by glistening inch it pushed free. Once he had hated that part of him, so far from the human he had once been, it had been a reminder of what he had lost. He had come to appreciate what he now boasted and it was a relief to feel it slipping along the line of his stomach.

He pushed his tongue in deep, feeling how the silky lined walls closed around him, the quivering pull that drew along his tongue as if it were trying to swallow him in. His lips curled up in a smile as he scooped out her taste and pulled his tongue backwards with deliberate caress that had her jerking in place. The movement pushed his muzzle in against her loins again, he felt her paw gripping his furred neck, but not to drag him away. Her body was his, he played her and worked over the most sensitive spots before dragging his tongue free with wet caress. Her cry was sweet music to his ears as he ran his tongue along his lips, breaking off strands of his saliva with her arousal. She tried to pull his head back down, making him growl his approval of her need.

_Let her command me, let her have a sense of control.._He thought dimly. True, she was now his, her body would not allow her to let him go, but he could no more deny her than she could get up and leave him.

He nosed lightly at the soft pink folds, feeling the soft outer lips before running his tongue out to scoop against them again. He lavished with strong powerful strokes, running from low down all the way up to brush against the soft velvet of her fur. He spread the soft swollen lips apart, feeling their heat as he shifted his stance and moved his paw from her stomach to brace against the bench. His shaft throbbed, drooling a spill of precum to the ground as he plunged his tongue forward again, this time a hard sharp thrust. He felt her jerking against the bench, her cry high pitched and wanting as he claimed her passage with the full length of his tongue, swirling within it, twisting and running. How she clutched him, trying to squeeze his tongue in deeper, feeling the swollen passage throbbing and quivering helplessly. His eyes ran red as he moved his paw higher up to grip her shoulder, his other paw gripping her hip. His... She was his... No matter that she held his head in place, she would always be his.

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Hiasaki's only thoughts were those of need and pleasure, her body hammering and beating with her heart beat, even her lips felt swollen as the tongue jabbed into her form and stretched her open. It wasn't thick enough, not nearly thick enough, and she snarled and balled her fists against the scruff of the neck while he pulled backwards again, the saliva coated along her outer lips as he worked through her, sawing back and forth. She heard the slight slick sounds, her ears moving back flat against her head while she felt the tongue push forward again, this time so deep that his fangs ran right along her lower belly before he dragged outwards in a slow caress. She was hit with a shudder, her paws dug down and she cried out, a high pitched animalistic noise as she nearly came around the tongue as it dragged its way free with a wet noise, his breath panting against her.

The vixen opened her lips, she nearly managed to beg him, her body needed it to the point that she had problems focusing as he moved above her. He seemed so much larger now than he had at dinner, he towered above her with the thick fur fluffed up so he only increased in size. His dark muzzle was coated in her fluids and his own saliva, his tongue rasping out to lick it off in powerful strokes as he moved his paws down to grip her hips and yanked her down along the bench. She realized what he was doing, she felt slow and stupid, but when he moved something flashed beneath him in the torchlight. It was as large as the rest of him, but more imposing as it dangled above her with a dribble of precum escaping around the tip to spill out against her belly fur.

His cock was animalistic, there was nothing human there, the tapered tip ran down to a glassy smooth shaft that was crisscrossed with veins that made it a pale crimson while the tip and base was blood red. The sheath was a heavy low slung sack that was bunched up near the base as his hand-paws gripped her hips and pulled her upwards towards him, making her back bow. It was too big, her alarm grew as he lowered down and grazed her stomach with the tip, leaving a smear of wet precum against her and running along the edges. She squirmed away, pushing at him, her hands gripping his chest and shoving while he growled above her and Fenrir lowered his head to bare his teeth as his cock trailed down towards her swollen glistening folds.

He was a monster, the creature in the darkness that she had always been warned of, come to punish her for her misdeeds. That was her only thought as the incredibly sharp fangs opened and closed around her throat, his paws guiding her up until she felt the fiery droplets of his precum splattering out against her outer lips and running downwards. She cried out, her body tensing as his hips rocked and nudged forward, his growl vibrating her throat as the cock tip caught right between her outer folds and began to pry her open. Drug or no, she was terrified, she cried out and hit his chest roughly, only to have the teeth grip down, his breath blasting her shoulders before he hunched forward and his tip caught right along her saliva coated opening.

The kitsune cried out, her eyes squeezing shut, but not in pain. The first inch pushed into her body and all she felt was pleasure as the smooth flesh caressed her in a gentle stroke designed to pleasure her. His shape was made for her, but it didn't stop there, he kept pushing forward and began to stretch her body open around the too large shaft, his paws curling along her soft ass cheeks and the claws dug against her skin tightly and pulled at her. She let out a ragged whimper as he rapidly grew too large, the engorged flesh stuffing its way into her body, her outer lips thinning down into a taut O to wrap around him. The first hot jet of precum erupted from him, she felt it, oh so intimately, splattering through her swollen inner walls and being pushed in deep as he gave another push forward.

It ached, it hurt, and she dug her claws into his chest as his saliva ran along her neck, but he kept her held tight as he sank his way in to the point she was stretching her legs open in a vain attempt to ease the pressure. Even through that ache, her body gloried in being filled, some visceral part of her was basking in the way that she was being claimed. Her inner walls contracted and squeezed, feeling the outline of the girth even as she let out soft cries when his hips drove forward in a sudden buck that forced her body to swallow around him. Her legs wrapped along his hips, she had no where else to put them, they had to stretch open as he stuffed her full, beyond full, he drove himself in to cram his knot right up against her outer folds and tried to continue to pry her open even past that limit.

"S-stop..." She got the word out, but it turned into a whimper as he drew out with a smooth stroke that had her trembling.. and not in pain.

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So tight, so terribly tight and Fenrir was shaking in the effort not to tear his way into her body and leave her broken. He had with others, he had ripped them apart to fuck them properly, not caring as long as his knot was seated inside of them. He would not break Hiasaki. She was too valuable. Even that thought was edged with a warmth that he had never reserved for a female before this. When he had taken the others, he had done so with increasing senses of despair and frustration. He did it out of need, out of lust, not out of the true hope he would be creating offspring, but now... Now he felt the tight walls caressing around him, painfully tight as he dragged his hips backwards nearly all the way, feeling her wetness clinging in heavy strands around him.

The next thrust forward was greeted by her high pitched sound in his ears, his teeth lightly held her throat, barely even digging into the skin as she shuddered. He forced his way through her channel, feeling how it spread apart wider and wider, sliding upwards along his girth. He pushed all the way up towards the softness of the outer lips so that they kissed right against his knot and felt the girl shuddering beneath him. The short arching buck pushed her higher up while his paws dragged against her, squeezing with a clutching before he drew backwards again. His eyes fluttered shut as he moved his jaw down further along the throat and tightened it, not too much, just a hair as her body trembled and arched beneath him.

Every movement delighted him, the slide of the silky walls along his girth, the feel of wetness pushing out around the base of his knot. It was all being twisted together while he drew his hips backwards, the cock sliding inch by inch feeling every quiver and tightening that tried to hold around him. He withdrew himself until just his tip rested inside of her, savoring the way that her body was shaking beneath him. The movements making his eyes slide shut, his body tensing up and holding before pushing forward again. There was a slick warm sound as her wetness pushed out around him, the precum spilling outwards and plunging into her body as he flicked his tail behind him. She was writhing under him, the twisting movements tensing parts of him up delightfully so while he felt the whimpering in his jaws while the paws gripped down harder against the curve of her ass.

Fenrir began to thrust harder, driving himself into the passage to feel the way the walls were suckling and pulling him in deeper. At the apex of each thrust he pushed himself all the way in and ground his knot right against her outer lips, rubbing forward to force the soft outer lips in on themselves. The wet juices were clinging to him as the fur along the back of his neck bristled up and he began to work harder, faster, rocking her against her against the bench. Her fingers were pushed against her chest, squeezing down and balling into the fur roughly as she was impale on his shaft, this was his, entirely his. A possessive growl bubbled up from his throat, answered by her wordless groan beneath him.

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Hiasaki kept her eyes shut, her body locked in a battle of aching pain from being spread open around the length of the smooth stroke of the shaft pushing its way home into her aching body. It wasn't just pain, it was pleasure, the strokes working along her swollen passage, the heat of it being worked over with strokes that sent bursts of wet precum into her body. She intimately felt the jets spilling out inside of her as the hips pumped downwards, the apex of each thrust that was pushing right up against the softness of her outer folds. It was massive and swollen, pushing forward with a rough thrust as the paws yanked her up to the point her legs were stretching open wide. The jaws on her throat released her as Fenrir snarled down at her, his tongue flicking out before he reached out to snag her shirt.

She was jerked upwards as he tore at it, attacking the material with a loud tearing sound as the head twisted around to one side, ripping it off in strips to expose her bare breasts. She cried out, the sound almost a squeal when he drove forward again and forced the knot forward with a powerful push of the hips, wedging and putting the knot right up against her outer lips, making them splay open wider and wider. She tried to ease the pressure, lowering her hips, jerking them closer to the ground, only to feel him pushing harder against her. The harsh snarls echoing in her ears before her body was lavished with the heat of his tongue again, this time sweeping over her bare breasts in a warm slow caress that sent another shudder rippling through her. She was too warm, too hot, the heat of the breath a torment to her as the tongue worked along her.

Her swollen lips were pried open wider, straining her folds apart as the weight pushed forward against the knot and drove it into her harder. She felt the force of the hips against her, there was no doubt he could have ripped her open if he had so chosen, but he was containing himself. He stretched her slowly, working and arching his back, pushing forward at odd moments to begin to force his way past her outer lips as she was pushed harder against the bench. His paws never left her ass, his tongue lavished over her breasts with sweeping strokes. It was as soft as velvet as it ran along her bared nipples, teasing in circles as her swollen body contracted harder around the shaft. She could feel her wetness being forced out around the edges, trailing over the curve of her ass and to the bench. She couldn't stop it, her body reacted to the lupine shaft with all the eagerness of a dog in heat, the sounds of her cries going softer as she snapped her jaws shut.

Each thrust forward pushed the knot up between her folds and spread her open wider, beginning to strain parts of her to the point that her lips were being stretched. She shuddered and shifted, her hips trying to draw away as he drove forward again, another thrust, barely drawing back and then another, hammering the swollen bulb against her. She felt her lips being thinned down, forced to spread and begin to engulf around the knot. It was painfully thick as it attempted to pierce into her body, pushing forward roughly and then the slow draw back that had her bracing herself. Her body wanted it, her walls were relaxing, trying to let the male knot her, she balled her fingers into his chest fur as the tongue flicked up and over her breast, the muzzle teasing it with sharp teeth as the shortened strokes began to wear down on her body. The precum was flung recklessly inside of her, coating her and spilling right along her cervix.

Hiasaki was panting harder, every breath spiling from her lips in a trembling rush that she couldn't possibly stop. Her world narrowed down to the way that his body was making her feel, the glassy smooth caress and strokes as he began to bear down against her. It hurt, it ached, her body was nearly being torn as he pushed his knot into her, his weight dropping down until her rump was pinned against the bench and he drove himself home. She felt it sinking in, her vision darkening for a moment as she felt and heard the pop of it sinking into her with a wet sound and the tip crammed right up against her dilated cervix. She felt it grinding against her, nearly pushing its way home and nudging roughly against her, over filling her slender body.

He didn't stop there.

Fenrir yanked backwards, her lips forced to spread wide as he slipped free with a wet noise, pulling halfway out before the next plunge forward drove her against the bench. She was forced to feel his knot sinking home again as his teeth slipped along her neck, the sharp fangs hooking against her, holding her in place while he drove himself in a fevered pace. His shaft caressed through her, tugging and stroking, the knot grinding right along the rise of her g-spot, forcing her to feel the way that she was being caressed. It was too much, too deep, too far, each time he bottomed out she felt him pushing against her cervix, his orbs pushing roughly right along the crease of her rump before the jerk backwards. At first he was able to pull his knot out of her, the wet slurping and popping noises of the thick flesh was loud in the chamber, but it soon changed.

He grew wider and heavier, the walls being spread open to suckle around him as he pulled back and her hips were jerked with him. The moment he did she yelped out, her legs gripped his hips as the Lord growled around her neck and pushed forward again. His thrusts changed, growing smoother, slower, just bare movements of stimulation to an already overwhelmed body. Her soft cries became frantic as he purposefully ran the swelling knot over her g-spot, his furred sheath caressing her obscenely stretched outer lips, working her body as she began to shake and tense up. The inner walls closed tighter, she locked herself around him as the first shudder built through her. It was the feel of him pushed against her, the heat of his scent in her muzzle and the feel of his body shuddering that pushed her over the edge. Her fingers squeezed harder against his chest, her form trembling.

He pushed his weight down on her, pinning her, letting her feel the weight of the orbs pressed against the curve of her ass as the entire shaft began to thicken inside of her. She let out a shrill cry, her eyes squeezing tightly shut with pleasure as her hips gave short jerks, twitching upwards as the thick knot blossomed open wider and wider, locking and forcing her body to mold around him. The tip of the bestial length pushed right up against the dimpled opening of her cervix, his body tensing up in the most intimate way possible. She was pinned, her body shuddering in her own pleasure, jaws opening in a soundless cry before the cock began to throb and quiver within her taut passage. Her lower belly showed a faint bulge from the size of the girth driven inside of her, the tip jabbing up hard against her cervix so that the tip began to nudge just barely into the slender rubbery sphincter.

She felt it building before it happened, the way that the balls pulled up against the curve of her ass, and then the rush of heat poured into her. She was swallowing her cries, squirming and trying to pull away, but the heavy knot locked inside of her, holding open as wide as she could go so there was little escape she could find. The warmth splattered in deep, the creamy rush being flung in and hitting hard against the line of her cervix. The cum was in a pressured wash, she could intimately feel the trickling heat oozing past her dilated cervix as his cock twitched with each eruption, caressing through her as she was filled. She had no hope that it would leak out, there was no where for it to go but deep inside of her prone body.

The rush of it was overflowing her, spilling towards her womb, running towards the outside and pushing in millions of sperm already flushing her womb eagerly. Her legs were shaking as they were pressed to either side of his hips, her ears twitching faintly as the heavy jaws slipped away from her neck. Strands of saliva strung between them as he panted heavily, his stomach muscles tensing against her own with each new flush of creamy cum pouring into her body. It was too much, even within a few squirts she was filled more than she had ever been before. It made her ache faintly as she squirmed in place, her body still throbbing and swollen feeling beneath Lord Fenrir.

The wolf stared down at her, rumbling his pleasure as he rested his paws to either side of the bench. He could feel her walls pulling along his length, the caress stroking along him in the most delightful way possible, coaxing him to empty himself into her belly. There was little she could do to escape her fate now, and she had enjoyed it, there was no denying how her body had flared hot in reaction to his own, her warmth wrapping around him and milking him for every drop that he could produce for her. In time, in time perhaps she would learn to accept her fate, perhaps even enjoy it, but until she was tamed... until she learned that he alone was her Lord, he would have to be cautious of her. Careful. He would not lose his deepest wish now that it was so terribly close to being within his grasp.

His eyes closed in pleasure as another twitch poured his virile seed into her, already spreading to claim to ova his alchemy had forced her to release. Perhaps in time she might even come to love him.. And if she did not, his children would. His children. He let out a baritone rumble and pulled her in close to him, holding her as he had never held the bitches he had taken before her. She was no cast away, she was his.

"Mine.." He purred down at her.