How Royalty Works Part I - Epilogue
#11 of How Royalty Works
Yup, this is it. Sorry smut-lovers, but this is just a small closure of plot, so there's nothing but implied smut in here. Fear not! I decided to close these 10 previous stories as "Part I" because there's a transition coming, but I'm already working on the start of "Part II".
Hmm... I wonder which character's follow-up should come first...
His pawpads hurt inside his rough boots. His fur was soaked wet as the light rain kept pouring down on it without ceasing. Walking through the woods was always hard, but these they were in felt even worse. The ground was so muddy his boots threatened to sink all the way through it and brushing leaves and branches away took its toll after a while. It was almost a swamp. As bad as anything else that stood within the dragon's lands. Emett didn't complain, though. As a soldier, he was trained to withstand much worse.
"This is it. We're officially outside dragon territory now. Onward to the free lands!"
Ryker spoke with enthusiasm. His nine tails flickering in front of the wolf as the folf walked ahead. The mage didn't seem bothered by the rain or the long walk either, but he suspected his magic had something to do with it.
"How can you know? We haven't been using the roads for a long time now," Emett questioned. Getting away from the dragons had proved itself even harder than he thought it would be. Their considerable head start had been almost worthless in comparison to the whole horde of mounted units the dragon lord had sent looking for them. More than once, they'd gotten too close to getting caught, but thankfully Ryker was able to outsmart them every time so far. Now, if they really were outside dragon lands, things should get at least a little bit easier.
"The master always knows. You would do well to trust him."
The dragon, Arkon, spoke with his usual reverence towards the folf, who just snorted. Emett still wasn't sure he trusted him. He was a dragon, after all, but he'd shown himself nothing but faithful so far. By the way he handled the rough travelling, Emett could tell he was, or at least had once been, a soldier as well, and that made him uncomfortable. Could he ever really trust a dragon again after what he'd been through?
"If you are right, then we are closer to the wolf lands than I thought," he said risking a small smile. The thought of getting home to the wolf castle after so long made him excited. Plus, with all the information he had gotten he was sure he had the tools to take those cursed dragons down. For good.
"Still many days of traveling ahead of us. I want to stop by my home here in the free lands, too. There's a few things I feel I'm going to need when we do reach the wolf castle."
Emett raised an eyebrow. The mage's home? That was probably very risky, but he had already learned there was absolutely no use in arguing with the mage. He probably knew what he was doing. Probably. He only hoped they wouldn't be too late.
The coyote's tail swished lazily behind him as he walked down the castle's hallways. He was holding himself back not to let it wag freely. He could see the sun setting on the horizon through the wide windows as he walked by them, and even that seemed extra beautiful today. After how the day had started, who would've thought it'd end up so great? When he got summoned on short notice to a meeting of princes that morning, he'd been skeptical. Sure, it was a great opportunity, but it also meant a lot of his usual work would be late. When he got dragged in the middle of third prince Regnar's tricks yet again, he thought things couldn't get worse. Yet now, after all of it was done, he would almost do it all over again if he could. Even if it had risked his job, his career, his life in the castle. He never thought he'd actually think that, but the reward had been well worth it. At least for him, it had.
Anken got to prince Regnar's room and braced himself. He knocked on the door a few times, but as he expected, nobody answered. He opened the door and went inside. The prince made good on his promise to leave it unlocked. With a quick glance around he soon found what he was looking for. The parchments containing all the transcriptions he and his colleague should have done during the meeting were right there by lord Regnar's desk. He grabbed them carefully, then left. It would be a long night going through every single word again, but he didn't mind. As he started walking all the way towards his quarters down near the library, all he could really think about was the fact that he was going to see prince Regnar again next morning. The logical part of his mind said he should be nervous about it, but at that moment, something else was pushing that part to the side. Something that made his tail wag in a way it hadn't wagged in a long time.
Zeke gasped, gritting his teeth together and suppressing a moan as his orgasm hit him in full force. It went on and on, until finally he was left panting once more. The smell of sex, cum and musk in the air got even stronger, if that was possible, as he added what was probably... his eleventh? Maybe twelfth orgasm to the small bucket of cum he was now filling. He let himself fall back on his straw-filled bed inside his small room and cursed. For how long could he really keep this going?
He eyed the small flask of Zanderbane hidden behind a loose rock yet again and resisted the temptation to drink some. Maybe if he did, the effects of that constant arousal potion would go away and there'd still be enough for the dog. But no. What if he drank it and didn't leave enough? He had no idea how much was "enough". He grunted to himself, knowing he wouldn't risk it, yet his cock continued to stay fully hard in front of him. He knew he only had about twenty minutes before his arousal and need became too great for him to hold back pawing himself off again. He was lucky his roommate was out on duty tonight again so there would be no awkward explaining, but if only the dog could return soon... then he could get all these suspicions and hunches he felt in his gut cleared, for better or for worse.
But where was the dog anyways? The sun was setting and slave training usually ended earlier than that. Maybe he had pissed the slave master off again and earned himself a night out in the stocks... Yes, that was possible. He'd have to go out and check them when he could, but he would rather not do it with a springing erection. If the guards saw him like that...
He sighed. Why was he even doing all of that anyways? Every probability said that the dog's story about being a prince was a lie and yet... yet he couldn't ignore it. Why did he always have to be so righteous? He was just a slave, the dog was just a slave. Nobody cared! He cursed himself yet again. It was always like that, with every new slave. Sometimes he wished he could just not care, but he knew that in the end, he wasn't going to do that.
The need started rising in him yet again. Damn that potion! Why did Rowell have to make it so strong? He brought his paw to his cock and it felt a little sore, but the pleasure he felt from touching it overcame that in a second. It felt great. He started moving his paw again and sure enough, another bead of pre glistened at his tip. As if he hadn't cummed a dozen loads in the last few hours. His ears perked up. He heard some commotion outside. Was the dog coming back? He hoped so, then he could get it all over with, hopefully, but it would have to wait until he finished now. He pawed himself off faster and knew it wasn't going to take very long, holding back a moan again.
The slave master walked behind Raenn, driving him almost like a dog on a leash yet again. It was just starting to get dark and they occasionally passed by slaves lighting up the lamps by the hallways. Raenn was silent, but it wasn't as if he even could make any sound. The wolf still had his hands tied behind his back and the bull had tucked his new, thin collar in the inner side of his bigger slave collar in what had been a painful process involving a lot of burning. Now it was barely visible at all. His fur was a huge mess with many with small tufts held together by dry cum. His tailhole felt sore and hurtful as he walked, making it impossible to forget what he had been through. He wore his loincloth now, at least, and as they turned towards the slave quarters, he was only glad he would get some time away from his tormentors.
When they reached the long hallway filled with small slave rooms, he stopped in front of the door of his previously assigned room. The bull, however, gave his shoulder a rough push, forcing him to walk further down the hallway. He looked back at the slave master confused, but the big bull just grabbed him by his scruff and dragged him a few feet further to the next door without saying anything. He gave it a very small knock, still holding Raenn by his fur, and then opened the door himself. Inside Raenn could see two dogs. Two big dogs. And one of them was familiar.
Jared stopped his conversation and was quick to move to the door, giving the bull a respectful bow.
"Master."
"Here's the dog we talked about this afternoon. I believe you know him pretty well," the bull said, giving Raenn's back a push that made him stumble inside. He instantly tried to back away, but Jared got hold of his collar, which brought a small burning to his neck and forced him to stand very still to avoid more of it. He would've whimpered if he could.
"What we discussed still stands. You are relieved from all your duties for the time being as long as you keep constant watch over him all the time. He's not to leave your sight or interact with anyone while you take care of him." Jared gave the slave master another nod of acknowledgement. Raenn's ears folded back, he could see a smile creeping up the big dog's muzzle.
"Yes, sir. I will make sure he behaves properly," Jared said, all polite towards the bull, but his grip on Raenn's collar was already getting stronger.
"You better. I took away his ability to speak and I will take much more from you if I hear he as much as shook hands with anyone." Even Jared's ears flicked back with the bull's tone this time. The slave master stepped back, moving to leave. "Other than that, you are free to do whatever you want with him. Just no permanent scarring."
Jared bowed yet again, but the bull didn't even see it as he was already closing the door and leaving. Raenn saw the dog's tail wagging slowly behind him. When he looked up, the grin in Jared's muzzle made his own tail tuck tight between his legs.