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“It was quite the report."

None could enter the Jade Palace without first undergoing purification, and the bathing rituals of the East Island were elaborate enough to please even the most discerning Gryphon. Halfway up the mountain peaked with the abode of the Emperor, a sprawling complex offered food, lodging, and other necessary facilities to those invited on matters of diplomacy. Naturally, chief of all of these services were the hot springs, most often occupied in full by a small legion of draconic servitors responsible for the running of the country. Today however they were quite clear, emptied out for the visiting foreigner, the Saint, Knight, and Beastlord of the Trinity Theocracy. And of course, his collection of Pets.

Jet black stones, worn smooth and imbued with a gentle heat lined the edges of the pools, over which clouds of white steam clung in whisps stirred by the breeze. There was a light citrus scent, melding with the freshness of the ocean lapping at the base of the cliffs far below, yet insufficient to defeat the natural sulphurous odour of the springs. It was pleasing to the senses nonetheless, the water a milky shade, rich in minerals which left the skin smooth and luxurious, fur velveteen, and scale shining.

It was in one of these pools, reclining with a pillow of cypress, idly watching the blue sky of middle-Spring in a state of bliss, that Raphael indulged himself. One by one, his Pets had been defeated by the heat – though Dia had refused to even enter the water – until all that remained was him and the Manticore. Kali was certainly an evocative sight, her excessively large breasts floating in the water in front of her, he'd chosen to instead observe the sky or he would be quite tempted to defile this sacred spring of the East Island people by having her ride his lap in it.

The former Black Fiend of the North, an Evocation Mage specialising in Fire, was undaunted by the heat, cuddling up to the side of her Master and looking rather pleased that she had him all to herself. Her limbs and ears were feline, her tail akin to a scorpion, crowned with launchable spikes and a second femininity, and upon her back were batlike wings. Yet her torso and face were human, a chimerical Monstergirl, rare to be found outside of the Western Kingdom, with his Knight Insignia inscribed into a pendant sunk into her mane. She was Raphael's most troublesome Pet, and he loved her no less for it.

Her story continued, “So, I had the ball, and there's this big fucking Minotaur lad in front of me. You know the one? Belongs to that Elf with the sneering face? Fuck, they all have sneering faces. The really weirdly short and fat one? The one that's shaped like a fucking butt plug? Fuck, you spanked me so hard that time I called him that to his face in front of all of those Knights! That dude. Anyway, his Minotaur was all like-" She put on a deep voice, “'My Master is gonna be real happy when I put your face into the fucking dirt', and I was all 'Bring it on, you fucking homo', and this absolute jackass bellows and totally charges me!"

“I fucking love playing against Minotaurs! They make them wear those stupid fucking padded things on their horns so they don't gore anyone, and it makes them look fucking hilarious. So, anyway, this bender takes a crack at me, and I'm like, 'not today, fuckwad', and you know that little Lucario guy on the team? Same sorta twink vibes as that Fox you just picked up? They have to wear a stupid thing on their chest spike, too." She grinned, splashing the water in a mimed gesture, “Well, the game was on the line, so he should be grateful to be my fucking sacrifice, right? I threw him in the way and fucking legged it!"

Kali huffed, “You think they'd get the fucking point by now? Yeah, I'm all small and stuff – but I'm a fucking Manticore, and I've got Magic – I'm strong as fuck!" The Manticore flexed her arms, corded muscle beneath feline fur, “Anyway, their fucking Captain is still on defence, and it's that Gnoll lady that's married to that Knight you hang out with? She's actually kinda cool. Not as cool as me, but kinda cool. And I'm thinking to myself, 'I'm gonna go straight through this fucking bitch' and the last thing I remember is her elbow coming right for my face, then I was waking up on a stretcher." She laughed, seemingly unphased at being downed, or perhaps finding the flicker of concern on her Master's face to be amusing.

“I know you keep saying I gotta be all civilised and shit now, but that fucking Minotaur was giggling, and his fucking butt plug shaped Master had this smug fucking look, and fuck – why can't I just burn these assholes to death? Come on, Master! Nobody is gonna miss them!" She scowled, and splashed the water again, but it was clear that she wasn't being serious. One would hope, anyway. She then shrugged, “Oh yeah. Then my Wrath triggered, and I got Alp, and we did a little hijacking, and now we're here."

“Kali." Raphael sighed deeply, “I do enjoy hearing how well you're doing with your Monsterball, but I really need to hear the second half of that story in as much detail."

“Fiiiiiinnnnneeee…." The Manticore gave a long groan, shuffling closer to Raphael under the guise of a stretch, “So, game is over, and we got totally creamed. For a while, I thought I was just pissed off that we lost? I mean, we were getting fucking slammed well before I got put on my ass, but I at least wanted to kick that Minotaur in the balls before time was up. Anyway, I can't use Magic without your permission because of [Tame] and stuff, but it didn't feel like I was just angry?" She tilted her head to the side, “Kinda the same sorta Wrath that I gotta psyche myself up into when I use Magic. And I could sorta feel you, too. I know that makes no fucking sense, but fucking deal with it, I ain't good at explaining shit."

She growled slightly, “Anyway, nothing fucking came of it, no fire came out or anything, and it kinda faded on its own. Khut's a fucking nerd and she has Magic too, so I told her and she said the same thing happened with her Lust. But she wanted to do some research and be all careful and send you a letter and shit. And I was like, screw that! Master is probably so angry and so horny that we're feeling it too, and you think I'm gonna miss out on a good violent fuck!? Hells no!"

Kali rubbed herself against him, whining softly, “You know, you're real cruel, Master? This fucking loser wolf was sat in the hallway staring at the door all day every day since you left? It was depressing as fuck to watch. I hope you feel fucking terrible! Depriving us of cock for all this time! You know, I even caught fucking Kara sniffing your old clothes? Everyone has been going fucking crazy without you! Even doing sports feels kinda shitty when you're not watching me or hearing to me talk about it and shit!"

Having found that his arm had now been entirely sandwiched between her breasts, the Beastlord at last gave up on trying to concentrate on the sky and instead turned to her in full. His remorse was genuine, “I'm sorry, Kali."

“Yeah, well, you fucking should be. And make sure you apologise to the others, too!" She looked away, not expecting him to address her so seriously, “That's why it's totally your fault we did what we did!" Raphael pinched the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb in response to that one, choosing not to argue the point at this particular moment as she ploughed on, “So yeah, Alp is my favourite after Master, because the cat and the rat are both nerds, and I can't understand the bird, and the lizard is always fucking fussing. And I needed his nose if I was gonna find you. So I tell him you're in trouble and he's totally in."

“Then – get this – you know that spare saddle for Talion? The fucking really light one? Well, Alp has tons of fucking stamina, so, I put it on his back and mount the fuck up! I told him he looked cool, but really he looked dumb as shit! Real fucking fast, though." She cackled, enjoying herself, “So, we get to the Port, and find the boat, and they're all like, 'we can't take you, you're not native to the East Island', and then after a while they're like, 'please don't kill me, I have a family!', and when we get here, that fat Dragon is waiting for us. And that's about it. Are you gonna fuck her too, Master?"

The rest of that story aside, Raphael choked and collapsed into a cough, “N-no! Certainly not! That's the Emperor's daughter, his future wife, and-“

“Lame." She scoffs, “Acting all tough like some sorta bad bitch, but she reeks of victimhood, and you're a total sucker for that shit, Master. I mean, look at fucking Bravura! Look at fucking Raine! You can't fucking help yourself!" Kali grinned, “Are we gonna fight the Emperor? I've never wasted a Dragon before! I like fire the most, but if he's fireproof then I'll melt him with acid or zap him with lightning or some shit! It'll be cool as fu-“

“Keep your voice down!" Raphael hissed, cutting off his Pet, “This is a diplomatic mission. We've lost the Dracite we're supposed to be giving him, and I'm going to have to apologise on bended knee for that one. Moira is definitely the one that stole it, and I have no idea what to do with that information. But whatever she's planning, I'm a Knight of the Trinity Theocracy, and I can't afford to be anywhere near it! If she's going to launch some sort of coup, or give it to her brother, or use her Necromancy to raise Satan himself, it's not our business. We greet the Emperor, and we leave!"

“Kinda is our business though, isn't it? Our fault the Dracite is here, right? And that's totally the sort of shit you get caught up on!" She licked her lips, “You're a liar, Master! You're just like me and Alp! You're going to do something stupid!"

Raphael paused for a moment, a retort on his lips, but he buried it in favour of a query, “Since when are you so insightful?"

Kali squeezed her Master's thigh, “Well, you fucked me until I was dyed your colours, Master. It ain't just my body that's been reshaped to serve only you, eh?" She cackled, her voice mildly singsong, “It's like affinity and shit? I can feel you, you know? Kinda got a sense of when you're being straight and when you're full of shit? You're the only one that gets me, you understand me and stuff – so I pay attention to you too, right? Because I love you and all that bollocks."

He slumped and allowed Kali her victory, finding himself to be blushing slightly. What could he possibly say to her after all of that? So, he squeezed her thigh back, and chose a new topic, “I've felt the same sensation. Wrath and Lust. As if I'm pushing right up to the brink of a feeling. But I've always recoiled from it."

Kali shrugged, “Fuck it. Let the rat nerd figure it out. That's what she's for, right? Probably have a twenty fucking page missive waiting for you at the fucking Jade Palace. Her and the snake are going to be fucking insufferable together." She leaned close, conspiratorial, “Come on, Master. This country fucking sucks. We should totally fucking conquer it-“

“Ahem." The voice was unfamiliar, the sound of someone clearing their throat behind the pair. The voice was deep, and it was close, approaching without the notice of either of them. A Harengon had taken a seat a little away from the edge of the pool, a male hare perhaps four feet in height, grey furred and surrounded by the mists cloaking the springs. The hare appeared slightly scruffy, as nude as one would expect for a bath, but not belonging in a place cleared out for the exclusive use of the Beastlord. He bowed his head neatly, “Good afternoon. My name is Deki."

“Fuck off." Kali immediately responded, nonchalant, “I'm on the verge of getting some cock. Find your own."

But her Master was more concerned, “…How much of that did you overhear?"

The hare's nose wrinkled slightly, “Likely enough to get you in a lot of trouble, honoured Beastlord. Perhaps enough to rekindle the flames of war between our people. Certainly enough to see the Lady Moira's head roll."

Breaching the still surface of the water, the Manticore's tail rose, the spikes quivering as she allowed it to sway from side to side, her natural armaments locked onto the interloper, “Say the word, Master." She spoke with a great smile, “I hate sneaky types most of all! Even worse than nerds!"

“What do you want?" Raphael turned to face the lagomorph, observing the small male carefully, “If you were just a spy, you wouldn't have revealed yourself."

“Obviously. But you would be surprised how many would not make that observation. I praise you for being so astute, Sir Beastlord." He bowed his head again. His voice was mildly accented – one might call it a little posh, “In the East Empire, I am called a Ninja. In the Central Theocracy, I am a Ranger. And in the Western Kingdom they define my skillset as that of a Scout. My expertise is in knife, hatchet, and bow, hunting and tracking, stealth and survival. I am your senior in years but do not care to say by how much. Unmated and without offspring. I offer my services."

Kali scoffed, “I already told you, this cock is mine! I've got enough competition already without creepy little fucks like you appearing out of nowhere!"

“Yes, it is common knowledge that becoming the Pet of the noble Beastlord involves mating with him. I am quite prepared for this. The prevailing rumour of the Holy City is that he is a voracious man that cannot be satisfied by the combined efforts of his entire Monster Harem. His evenings are spent in debauchery, his minions mated beyond exhaustion and scattered throughout the household in varying states of ruin. In fa-“

Raphael closed his eyes, suppressing a slight groan, “The Knights saw inside my mansion precisely one time, and all of this has spread across the Holy City?" He took a steadying breath, “Why then? Why are you offering yourself up to such a man?"

“Pfft." Kali scowled, “Look at what he fucking is. Horny bastards all of these Harengon fuckers. Prey Racial Instincts. This is just some loser stray looking to get dicked down. Violently. And that's my thing. Tell him to fuck off – nobody will believe him if he says anything anyway. Jackass isn't even worth the spikes." She lowered her tail, clinging to her Master.

“I know why you're here. Assassin." The Harengon looked sharp, “You're here to kill Prince Rush."

That certainly gave Raphael pause, his voice incredulous, “I'm what?"

“The esteemed Prince is a Conjuration Mage, bearer of the Sloth Rune. A half year ago, he was sealed away in the East Wing of the Jade Palace after failing to reproduce Mithril and succumbing to his Sin. He is a Fiend. The Secret Jade Fiend." Deki flexed his fingers, looking uncomfortable, “You slew the Black Fiend of the North very discreetly. According to the report, after you defeated it in battle, you used your Apex Ability to command the Monster to destroy itself. The creature burned to ash and was scattered to the wind, leaving behind no trace. You are expected to eliminate Prince Rush just as cleanly. The Emperor will be spared the shame of the world knowing that his lauded Heir fell to Sin." His gaze became somewhat steely, “I wish for the honour of joining you in battle. I shall give my former Master the noble end that he deserves... Why are you giggling?"

Kali had been smiling for the whole time, and only now burst fully into laughter. Raphael had to scrunch up his face to not scorn the determination of the warrior before him, “Please – Master – Please let me fucking tell him! It's too fucking good! I can't fucking believe it!" After his nod, she pulled her tail again from the water, twisting it to show off the Wrath Rune, “I am the Black Fiend of the North, you fucking idiot!"

“Impossible." Deki shook his head, “Do not make a fool of me. The sanity of a Fiend cannot be restored." There was a long period of quiet, and then, “Can it?"

Raphael sought the best words to explain, “When I use [Tame] to take a Pet, the link works both ways to an extent. When it comes to Mages, I can shoulder a little of their Sin. Enough to disable the Fiend State." He took a pensive moment, “Then, I need to work to diminish their Sin. Knock them out of the cycle of Magic. For the Black Fiend of the North, she needed to choose me over her Wrath."

“Yeah, you pretty much fucked all of the anger and frustration out of me, didn't you Master?" She stuck her tongue out at the Harengon, “Master is gonna fuck your precious Prince until he chooses cock over Sloth. Another useless male in the Monster Harem. At least if you fucked his sister you could knock her up!" She grinned, “Hey, loser? What's the fatty doing with that Dracite? Am I gonna get to fight her, too?"

“I…" Deki shook his head, “I do not know the designs of Princess Moira. The Emperor wears the only complete suit of Mithril Armour in all the world and it makes him invulnerable to magic. She could not use Dracite to restore Prince Rush either." He leaned forwards, “Do you speak truth, Sir Beastlord? You can – you can cure my Master?"

Raphael opened his mouth, but Kali beat him to responding, “Fuck, yeah. But then he's going straight into the Monster Harem, and he ain't your Master anymore then! Master is the Master. The rest of you losers are his bitches. Except me. I'm his favourite." And she pressed hard into his side to illustrate the point.

“I don't have a fav-“

“Then I implore you, honoured Beastlord. Please enslave me alongside my former Master." The lagomorph pressed his forehead to the stone, bowing as deeply as he was able, dogeza, as Raphael had been taught. It seemed all the more weighty with his noble speech and the careful accent of respectful deference.

He sighed softly. There was a terrible desperation here, a hope renewed after long since being abandoned. A part of him felt like he was taking advantage of that, but he moved all the same, “You must love him very much to go so far." The Saint reached over, placing his hand on the back of a fuzzy head, “I accept you. [Tame]. My name is Raphael. You shall call me Master. What is your true name?"

“Hideki, Master."

Kali giggled, “Wow, you caved real quick there, Master. Almost like it was your plan all along. So, I guess this fucking means we're stealing away the fucking Prince, too?" The Manticore flicked her tail, every inch of her the devil on his shoulder, “Let's add the fucking Princess on top of that. Really piss off the Emperor. Then, we'll beat the shit out of him, and you can be ruler! We'll call you the Beastking or some shit!"

“A Dragon must rule. The Viper would answer to no other." Hideki quickly warned, and then, “What happens now, Master?"

Raphael blinked. Usually at this point he would take his time exploring the body of his new Pet, slowly taking possession of them, and then mating with them until they fainted beneath him. But there wasn't really any need this ti-

“Now he's gonna fuck you senseless, and after about a month of getting slammed, and doted on and all the other shit, you'll buy into all of the mushy crap just like the rest of us do." Kali scoffed, “Master is the fucking best. And since you're older than him but not mated with loads of kits, I bet you're some sort of ultra-faggot already." She moaned, “Maaaaasssssteeeeeerrrrr! Hurry up and fuck your new whore so I can have a go! Faster you make this gaylord go cross-eyed and cream himself, faster I can take your cock for a ride!"

This fucking nonsense world, and it's oversexualised residents! He'd long since accepted that this was simply the nature of things here, but every single acquisition so neatly leading to sex still felt like something of a contrivance. Raphael took the bunny by the shoulder, “Kali – grab me some soap. The stuff that's good for fur." He pulled Hideki closer, and then into the pool, “The wilds haven't been kind to you. I'm going to wash you up, and then I'm going to fuck you. Sacred spring be damned." He smirked, and nodded to the Manticore, “Until you go cross-eyed and cream yourself. Then, we'll go and save your Prince."

“Yes, Master!"

The Manticore looked mildly displeased as she pulled herself from the warm water with a mild shiver, but kept talking, “What's your fucking deal, then? You seem bland as fuck to me. Being polite and posh isn't a personality."

Hideki righted himself as he hit the water, “Well – do excuse me for my normalcy." He cleared his throat, “Ahem. I am far travelled and well experienced. I believe in duty and honour. Decorum and decency. And-“

“Boring! You're so fucking boring!" Kali whined, “For some sorta fucking wilderness warrior, how are you this fucking lame!? At least tell me you have some sorta fucked up kink or something?" Their nose twitched, and Kali grinned, “That's more fucking like it! Come on! What are you into? Oh, here Master." She tossed Raphael a bar of soap, which he fumbled but ultimately managed to secure as his Manticore slipped back into the water beside him, looking pleased once more.

“I-“ He looked to his Master, but received a nod in return for he was rather curious as well, “I do not expect to be so serviced." Hideki took a moment to consider his words, “Threat. If I had to put it in a word. I like to be mated with a hand around my throat. Or better yet, a blade at it. I like to be made to feel like Prey beneath the jaws of a mighty Predator. I-“

“Ugh!" Kali complained loudly, obnoxiously, “Don't steal my shit. I'm the one that gets off on being hunted and conquered by Master! Getting worked up and fucked with and begging for cock, makes it feel so fucking good when it finally comes! I'm the Brat of the Monster Harem!"

“I…" He swallowed, “Do not resist."

“Oh." The Manticore shrugged, “Well, I guess that's fine then! You're just a faggot that gets off on fear or some bullshit!" She grinned, “Hey, Master – you should drown him or something. Oh, there's a cliff edge right here you can fuck him over! If he gets off on threats, then I'm totally allowed to bully him, right?"

Raphael pulled the Harengon into his lap, the bunny taking a seat on his thighs and closing his eyes, “I began today by selling the last of my worldly possessions, keeping only my vital equipment. The money went to the town fund at the base of this mountain." He took a slow breath, “I was prepared to become the Slave of the noble Beastlord and knew well what to expect. For Prince Rush. To save his life and to be enchained alongside him – better he alive in your service then dead at your hand. I abandon my agency and surrender to your will for this hope. I am henceforth in your care, Master."

“What a longwinded way of asking him to fuck you then go save your boyfriend." Kali groaned, “Sneaky. Pedantic. No wonder you're so boring. I bet all you do is fuck around in the wilderness doing work for your precious Prince, then come back to the palace and spend all day riding cock." Her features twisted into quite the sadistic grin, “Is it gonna break your little faggot heart when Master fucks him better than you ever could? Do you think he'll cry when you say that Master has a superior cock as he's ploughing the jizz out of you? Master is going to make you both into his whores and-"

“That's enough of that, Kali." The Beastlord waved off his cackling minion. There was a strange weight of experience in his lap. Despite the accusations of his Manticore that Hideki was rather dull, their body told an interesting story. As a glance he could see several scars, a cut into an ear, and sense from the distribution of muscle that there must be some longstanding injuries. This was the body of a person that had lived quite the life, roaming the continent in service to their Master, gathering rumours, learning of foreign lands, and fighting to return home.

And Raphael now possessed this person. Over the course of a single conversation, he had been introduced, pledged his service, and now was enslaved for life, as a warrior, a servant, and in matters carnal as well. It came with a sense of obligation, expectations similar to those that Dia had placed on his shoulders. He must be worthy of this person. He must be worthy of them all.

Hands lathered with soap went high, and he began, “Long ears. Of course." His fingers brushed against the back of them, “There's a slight curvature to keep the shape. A little nick in this one, a few scuffs here and there…" It looked like a blade had clipped them at some point, but the fur was relatively even as he washed free the dirt, “Insides start fluffy and white, but the fur thins to pink as well – that skin fills the majority of the interior. It's quite a classic look."

“Keep your [Hands] on your knees." He smiled. There was a strange empowerment to this, the act of intimately bathing a warrior with more age and experience than himself. It was more than his usual assessment, an erosion of their agency, almost infantilization, an act which slowly brought the small male into their place beneath him, “Atop the head there's fur of greater length, like the hair of a human. Thick, and a little cute. There's enough to run my fingers through…"

Raphael continued down, “The eyes are a dull… purple? Highlighted with a creamier shade of fur. It's the same around the muzzle. Lighter, but barely enough to stand out against the base grey." His hand draped down, and closed around their neck, “Thin throat. But expressive. The fur isn't thick at all. I can feel that swallow against my palm. I can sense your pulse quickening at my fingers…" There was a shuffling in his lap, pressing back slightly, “Are you really that easy?"

Another swallow, “It's my instinct, Master. A bigger, stronger male has my throat in his hand." Harengon were sexual creatures, as all Monsters of this nonsense world were, “The feeling tells me to submit. I'm supposed to go limp in your arms. I'm supposed to surrender and take the racially superior predator cock under my tail." His chest was fluttering, “I'm your meat, or I'm your toy. A human is a mighty Hunter. This is what I'm for." He shuffled again, “Please, Master. If you would be so kind… a little tighter?"

Raphael availed him, and from the hare in his chest came the audible sound of them choking, the struggling sputter of fighting against his grasp. Their throat was so vulnerable, so small inside his hand, he felt that with only a small amount more force he could end the life of the hare entirely. Of course, he wasn't going to do such a thing. But as he affirmed the strength in his grip, it seemed to affirm a vital part of the fantasy for the small male in his lap. It was not that Raphael was going to harm him. It was that he could harm him. So easily. So without consequence.

The Beastmaster leaned into it, trying out the roleplay, “I've learned all that I need from you." He spoke into a soapy ear, “Nothing stops me from choking you into darkness and casting you over that cliff edge but my good will. And how good a whore you can be for me." His fingers flexed, and Raphael bit their ear, his free hand at their chest, drawing the hare closer to him. They shuddered, and while nothing was visible in the milky water, it was clear to him what had just happened, “You really just came? Are the hares such sluts that this is all that it takes for the males to give it up?"

Raphael released his quarry, a sputtering gasp becoming a cough, and then harried words, “It's our instinct." He repeated, “Prey will resist a Predator. We flee. We fight. We are a proud and noble race." His chest rose and fell rapidly, “But when you have hunted us. When you have caught us. It is the greatest pleasure to submit and to surrender." He blinked slowly, his accent returning with every wheeze, “It is hard to even think clearly. When I'm like this, I cannot see you as anything but the conquering predator. I am at your mercy. You are so powerful. I am so weak. Knowing that makes me so aroused that I…"

“Faggot." Kali commented, but was cut off by a stern glare from her Master.

Raphael dunked the head of his Pet, clearing away the lather, and then continued, “[Raise] your left arm." He took their left hand in his own, up and away, using the other to massage soap into their underarm and trace higher, “The forearm is black fur, a smooth transition from the grey like a pair of gloves. I can feel some scarring, but nothing egregious enough on this side to be properly visible." And after repeating on the other side, “A defensive scar against the bicep. There are more battle marks on you than any of my other Pets. When I have you in my lap back in the Holy City, you will tell me the story of each of them."

He again returned his hand to their throat, shuffling back against the stone to raise the bunny up along with him until their chest was fully revealed, the water only deep enough to lap at their midriffs, milky enough to conceal all that was below. Raphael kept a loose grip, the hold nothing now but to reinforce the sensation of power over the smaller male, the fingers of his free hand pressing soap into their chest, “Fur of the body is all dark grey. Much more so than Kara's scales. There are only a few marks here, and the pectorals are not too dissimilar to a human."

Raphael found a nipple and gently pressed at the nub beneath the fur, “Buried, like Alp. But only the two. And nowhere near as sensitive. [Raise] your left leg." A foot emerged from the water, powered by a thick and muscular thigh. But then it kept going, up and up, “Interesting. You're as flexible as a contortionist. Can you suck your own cock?"

“…Yes, Master."

He grinned, “Do you?"

“Often, Master." Hideki swallowed against their hand, “You assess me like a piece of meat. I like this."

“Of course you do." He pulled the leg to him, massaging a lather into the fur, “The shins and below are also black, like little socks. There doesn't seem to be much splay in the paws either, and the claws are very short, as they are on the hands." His fingers trailed along, “But the thighs are meaty. I suppose you would expect that on a bunny. No real marks on the lower body – it's mostly defensive injuries to the arms, diminishing as you go."

After finding the other leg to be the same, he finally drew himself higher still, and his hand groped at their groin, “Small cock. Three inches, maybe? Smooth, pink, and tapered. With a little fuzzy sheath, and orbs which should go with a much larger maleness." He caught them between his fingers, “These would be more suiting to a Human, and look a little too big here. But the undercarriage is tight, so they don't look too out of place…"

He didn't permit Hideki the breath to explain the obvious connection to bunny libido, and as the soap washed away he returned them to the water, his own maleness pressed against their fluffy tail. Raphael gave a pleasured sigh, finding the heat of the spring to be very comfortable indeed. The surface of the water had acquired a shine of soap, but it would slowly drain by means of a small waterfall to cascade down the cliffs, their act of poor hot spring etiquette concealed. Though, a much greater defilement was to come.

There was no need for verbal instruction, simply the tightening of his grasp about their throat to signify his readiness. He'd cleaned the Harengon up quite nicely, washing away the dirt of the wilds and the efforts of their infiltration. His free hand grasped their inner thigh, lifting them up and then back, his cock pressing against a hole made tight by the musculature of those powerful jumping muscles. But to Raphael it was no barrier. He'd been ready for this for some time now, and each whimper of pain against his fingers only underscored this act of ownership.

One inch. Two inch. And then with a snarl of effort, he simply chokeslammed the bunny down to fully sheathe himself, “A predator is not gentle, is he?" It was rhetorical, and no answer was expected against their strangling fingers. But answer came nonetheless. It came in the form of an eyerolling orgasm, the spasming of their insides against his cock, and the affirmation of his superiority in their whorish panting for air.

Kali spoke her poison, “Yeah, that's your place you fucking whore! A piece of meat for Master to sink his teeth into!" She cackled, “You feel that superior cock stirring up your boy-cunt? That's what you fucking worship now. Why even bother with that tiny little thing between your legs? Are there even any males in your whole race? Why would any of your females bother with you? No wonder you're a faggot – you were born to be a whore. You're a cocksock for Master, now!"

Hideki's head was spinning. The heat of the spring was too much, the roughness with which his Master was fucking him, the bounce of his body controlled by the hand around his neck. He could feel his abdomen bulging as a foot of cock hollowed him out, the smoothness of Human meat striking so much more deeply than an exotic ridged dragonhood. Yes. They were right. This was the pleasure which only a superior race could give him, a predatory race, his Human Master. Every thrust winded him, but he could choke down only the slightest gasps of air through the fingers grinding into his throat. He was helpless, his consciousness drifting, and his third orgasm fucked out of his submissive body.

For Raphael, the spring was only a gentle warmth, and he paid no mind to the ruin of the Harengon in his lap. The weight of the smaller species was so meagre in his grip, one arm looping beneath their legs, the other hand ever remaining at their throat, he used the male as if he were nothing more than a toy, slamming him down into his lap with every thrust hard and deep, “You're my Slave now. My Prey. Now that I've caught you, there is no escape. No future but to shake that little tail of yours and beg for cock."

The Harengon felt his Master's burgeoning orgasm, his submissive body reacting with nothing but Pride. Yes. This is what he was for. He had placed himself before Raphael with the intention of surrendering right from the start. And to have their submission accepted so completely, the offering of his body to be exploited to this extent, there was a true feeling of satisfaction. This was the right of his Master. His life was no longer his own, his place was only to obey.

He was drawn from the water as the human pumped a load under his small, fluffy tail, shown off for the Manticore so that she could watch his own pathetic load splash across the surface of the pool. There was some mild relief to be drawn away from the heat, his Master lifting him by the throat from his cock to suspend the Harengon in the air. He struggled fruitlessly, Human cream leaking down his legs, swinging in their grip as he was pressed against a nearby stone, fully clear of the pool, “[Hold] your legs spread."

Hideki did so, and Raphael's free hand came to rest at their undertail, loosening the pin at his throat as the Human held him against the rock. He was exposed and helpless, his voice returned to him in part as two fingers plundered his body, stirring up the essence which had been poured into him, “Master! I'm-!"

Orgasm came quickly, skilful fingers pummelling a messy undertail with a lewd squelching of stirred seed, finding his button and unrelenting in the punishment of it. The Harengon had been fucked many times in many ways, offering himself on the road to secure for himself a place at the campsite of travellers as often as he intimately rode the cock of his former Master. But never had he been so treated as a whore. Those cum-drenched fingers were torn from his undertail and forced into his mouth, and did nothing but suckle obediently.

The Human had an advantage over the bestial races which had come before, with fingers free of claws able to probe his insides without needing to curtail themselves to prevent injury. His cock was smooth and bereft of barbs, ridges, or knot – able to ruin his button on every thrust, and sink into a depth which gave a satisfying feeling of fullness along with the lewd sight of his abdomen bulging. Dragons thought themselves a superior species, but no race could fuck quite like a horny Human.

It felt like his mind was slipping away from him. The heat, the dominance of his partner, the cutting words of his Pet Manticore, his own racial instinct, his own submission. It all combined to fill his brain with a terrible fog of lust, and he found that he could not hold back his words, “Please, Master! Your cock is the best! It's just like the Manticore says! I'm a born faggot! I want to serve a superior race! I want to bow down to a better male! That's why I trained so hard! To be worthy of service! But it's all so I can get rewarded by a Master that will use me like this!"

He moaned desperately, grinding down as the fingers returned beneath his tail, “I've never felt like such a slut! You're making me into your whore!" The Harengon held his undertail wide, desperately eager, digging his fingers in to allow Raphael ever more depth, his eyes rolling as he was forced to clean them of cum, “Your taste! Your scent is making me wild! Please! Please, more!"

With most of the fluids transferred, Raphael placed both hands around their neck and let his maleness flop down over their abdomen, thrice the size of the Hare, he showed off the difference before returning it beneath their tail and thrusting forth, “You broke to pleasure far too quickly. Clearly you've not been getting fucked hard enough!" He loosened his grip, grinding his hips to delight in the bulge of their abdomen, “Speak the truth. Is this so? [Answer]."

“Prince – Prince Rush was always too gentle with me. I don't want intimacy! I want to be defiled! I want you to choke me and beat me and call me a pathetic whore while I-“ His toes curled, and his small cock jumped in another orgasm, fed by his bunny libido. Of all of his Pets, this one seemed to have the shortest refractory period for a male, “I want to be an owned slut with my life under your thumb! I'll fight for you! I'll serve you! Just please! Make me into a ruined bitch!"

Kali scoffed, “How boring. Just another servile faggot to add to the collection." The Manticore passed through the water, drawing closer with a sneer, “Master has barely even started fucking you and you're already giving up everything? At least the twink fox fought him for a while. You're the most pathetic and worthless whore I've ever seen. The easiest lay in the whole Monster Harem. And you should be so fucking grateful that Master even looks at you."

Well, if ever there was anyone that Raphael could outsource the scorn and ridicule that seemed to be making the Harengon clench all the harder on his cock, Kali certainly took the prime spot. She continued her prickling, “He's gonna fuck your faggot Prince too, you know? And that fat bitch Princess as well. You're some sort of servant of the Dragon cunts, aren't you? He's gonna conquer your whole country by fucking the Heirs into submission. And you're gonna get a front row seat to everything you've ever lived for, everything you've got those scars for, the entire point of your existence, getting given up for a good dicking. Because for Master, you're all Prey."

She licked her lips, quite enjoying the role of the villain. It was a fantasy to indulge in, the power trip of imagining the world on its knees. But that was not who Raphael was. He was not the same as the Apex Ability users which had come before him, not a Tyrant, not a revolutionary. Simply doing his best to be a good man. Her knowing glance told him that she understood that. But Hideki had no idea, “Yes! The strong deserve to conquer the weak! I'm your Slave! I'm your whore! Fuck me, please!"

“You are the devil." Raphael spoke to her with a grin, leaning over the Harengon to leverage his weight in deep and slow strokes, each one of them dragging the most whorish moan from the smaller male. His eyes were misty, his breath coming in panting gasps, defeated by pleasure, power, and the heat of the springs. But Raphael was merciless, “[Sting] him. He doesn't get to faint until I let him pass out. I want him conscious while I show him the balance of his life against the pleasure of his Master."

The tail struck forth obediently, Kali twisting her natural weapon and plunging it into the outer thigh of the Harengon, one of her many crowning spikes catching at the flesh and injecting her heated venom. For Hideki, the effect was immediate, a warmth spreading out from the point of impact as if he had poured hot water over himself, until it consumed his entire body in a soft fire. That heat flowed to his core, and what began as a gentle sensation became feverish, incited by the high temperature of the spring and his already pleasure-wracked mind, he twitched his hips, and something inside his head snapped.

Harengon were defined by their Racial Instinct, a Prey species at their core. Some would reject this intrinsic part of themselves, sublimate and overcome the urge to surrender – and by living as a warrior, Hideki certainly had. But even they would lose themselves in the throes of lust, the undeniable instinct to go limp in the jaws of predatory races one which could not be denied. This nonsense world enforced it, the law of the [Curse] user undeniable for every species.

Made subservient by [Tame], entirely under the power of the Beastlord, his hands about their throat, and the aphrodisiac flowing through his body, everything outside of the instinct to surrender fell away. Every ambition, every noble plan to save his old Master, and for a time even his sanity. He broke. Forced to flinch against the product of his own orgasm as he was bent over himself into a mating press, the Pet whined, “Maaaaasssssteeeeeerrrrrrrr!"

His head was filled with depraved visions, images of the future which he had given himself to. Would the Beastlord have his Manticore suffocate him with her cunt while he fucked him? Would he be forced to fight the other Pets and when beaten, his strength failed and body broken, forced to serve the victor? Would he be made to hold apart the legs of his Prince Rush to watch him conquered by superior Human cock? Would they finally be equal then? Male whores serving the pleasure of their Master, abandoning sanity and reason, every ambition, every ambition, to empty their heads of nothing but the shame of a howling bitchgasm?

“Breed me, Master!" He screamed his futile request, ruined by the first cock to ever keep pace with him, the sexual stamina to meet the needs of a horny Harengon, “I'll be your dirtiest slut! I don't care! I don't have any shame! I-“ He got no further as a particularly deep lunge forced his small maleness into his own mouth, the Human above bending his body over and hammering him into the stone. There was no pleasure which his mouth could give which could prove the equal of what was happening beneath his tail. A deep and grasping pleasure which seized his lower back like an electric shock, a jolt behind his balls as his bitch button was pressed, and the smoothness of a cock which never faltered, long and thick, hollowing out his small body.

He felt so weak, so pathetic, choking in his gasps around the fingers clasping at his throat, swallowing down his own cum as another orgasm had his pawtoes curl and his eyes roll back. This was the place of Prey, nothing but a slut, nothing but a whore, meat to serve his Master. In that abandonment of agency, the limpness of his body under the Predator, his head flooded with endorphins, oxygen starved; and the pleasure of cumming melded with the high of his life in extreme threat.

The world beyond his own thighs and the pale skin of his Master's abs was a blur, one which flashed past him when he was lifted into the air, “Take a deep [Breath]."

Hideki inhaled as his cock was unsheathed from his jaws, [Tame] demanding that he fill his lungs before with a great splash he was submerged. There was again stone beneath him, and through the cloudy water everything was muffled. There was no longer a need for hands at his throat, and Raphael instead grasped at his shoulders, keeping him pinned on this underwater ledge.

Water made for poor lubrication, especially when so replete in minerals that it was milky, but the bunny was already well stuffed with cum, a reservoir from which this desperate rut was made smooth. His moans were suppressed, every ruinous thrust rocking him with an assault on his limited air. Everything was burning hot, the feeling of his Master's hands upon him, the high temperature of the spring, and the invoked heat of the Manticore Venom – he jolted and lost a bubble of previous oxygen when Kali stung him a second time.

His cock divulged another pathetic load, the masculinity fucked out of him by a real man. It hurt. And Moon God's tits – the hurt felt good. His Master was cumming, filling up his body with wasted seed, essence which might have quickened inside the Manticore wasted on his disposable boy-cunt. Yes. The futility of it all was sublime. He was not even a sex-slave, he was lower, just a fluffer between ruts for his Master, an unworthy cumrag. He must give this to Prince Rush! What greater gift could his former Master receive but salvation from the mania of a Fiend, and dedication to a new God? Nothing mattered but the worship of this pleasure.

A hand found his belly and pressed down hard, increasing the tightness and forcing a mess of Human essence to escape him. Hideki could not hold back the whorish moan this time, and as he lost more air, his hazy sight became all the hazier. His head was subsumed in fog, his lungs burned, his body burned, the feeling of cum poured into his core was intoxicating, and as his consciousness faded, a third sting slammed into his limp body.

It was the most potent orgasm of his life. Raphael tore him from the water, and his desperate intake of air was expelled as a feminine wail. His orbs pulsed as if they had been crushed inside a hand, his cock throbbed, and he painted his chest and his face with every ounce of his churned up essence. His eyes crossed, just as had been promised, his legs spasmed and seized around the Human's midriff, and Raphael's newest Pet fainted beneath him, his meagre cock still spilling its seed onto his grey furred abdomen.

Kali cackled, finding the profound gape left behind when her Master unsheathed his cock from his conquest to be quite amusing, the Harengon twitching in his sleep upon the cum-splattered stone, “Prey species are all such fucking losers. You should stop wasting your jizz on all of these pathetic faggots playing at being females. Well, except maybe Alp, but only because I like him." She reclined luxuriously on the underwater ledge, “All it takes is a good fuck, and they're so quick to surrender being a fucking man. You have to command them to top each other, because all they want to do is spread their fucking legs for the only real male around."

She moaned softly, “It ain't bad watching you make sluts of them though. Something about seeing you make another guy have a shuddering bitchgasm that makes you look like more of a man yourself. I like that. I like knowing that the only person with the right to breed me, the Master with the keys to my fucking womb – is the best Male of all!"

“Well, aren't you popular?" It was a familiar voice, one which Raphael was expecting enough to silence his Manticore by forcing her face into his crotch and his cock down her throat. The World God's robe near faded into the steam surrounding them, the old man waving his hand to clear the air as he advanced, “This one wasn't much of a surprise. You have become a top tier sexual deviant, and that's all you need to break the mind of a Harengon into subservience."

Raphael cleared his mind of the aftermath of rut, forcing the pleasure administered by Kali into the back of his mind as she lovingly sucked his cock. The Manticore was being rather understanding today, slowing her motions to a gentle bobbing while he had his conversation, “What's happening to me?"

“[Tame] is evolving. Naturally." The World God tapped his staff against the stone, “Rather warm, isn't it? So warm that a Human shouldn't be able to stand it. Unless of course, they were as heat resistant as a Manticore." He exhaled in a great huff, making the steam swirl before him, “You shaped [Tame] with how you used it. It has become a power bound up in sexuality, allowing you the potency to satisfy this Monster Harem of yours."

“But there is more to it, now. You got feelings involved in it. Love, even. You can shoulder their Sins. And as they give you their hearts and dedicate their Souls, you will share a great deal more. Manticore heat resistance. Deathclaw strength. Wolfman regeneration. Have you noticed that you're throwing around your latest conquests as if they were light as feathers? Or that you've not a scratch on your body?" He chuckled, “You can figure out the rest for yourself. Oh, but do be careful when you get around to Magic. The first time is always rather… intense."

Raphael blinked. He'd not noticed at all. His mind scrambled, but there was no time to parse what he had just heard. These visits of the World God were usually quite brief, and a rare chance to question the deity, “What is Moira going to do?"

“Test you." The response was direct, the World God striding into the centre of his vision and with eyes which could not be seen looking through him, “She is going to force you to decide, Mortal. What is more important? Your insistence to not interfere with this Nonsense World. Or…" He shrugged, “Well, you are doing your best to be a decent Knight, aren't you? Clinging so hard to what you think a good man is supposed to be. How much is that worth to you? Climb the mountain, and we'll see just how similar to those Apex Ability users which wielded their power arbitrarily you are!"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to User ForgeFather381 for suggesting Shorts. User AaAAaAaAaAAAaaHhHhhHhh for their encouragement. User Sewuyy for another Short suggestion. And User Cetacea who has just started the series and posted on earlier chapters. I hope you eventually see this.

Everyone from the previous numbered chapter got credited on the 'The Pets: Talion' short which was posted before this. I always credit every comment I get, as it's your encouragement, ideas, and suggestions which have shaped this story and keep me writing it. Harengon beat out Yagudo in the end due to the nudging of User Saxton. While he may have ended up pretty well fucked here, I'm looking forward to delving into their continent knowledge when they're not mindbroken, half drowned, and covered in cum.

I'm grateful for every comment, vote, fave, watch, and view - I really struggled with this one as my momentum is finally starting to fail, but it's you guys that kept things going. Thank you, all of you. Remaining in this arc is the next Interlude (I'm thinking of Alp/Hiro in 'how to be a proper Bitch/Vixen for Master'), then the final two entries, and probably another Epilogue. But, Sewuyy had a good suggestion for a short, and with all of the m/m content, it might be fun to take a little time out for some m/f placed in the same timeskip as the Talion short.

On the note of the Talion short - if you'd like some flat out m/m human/gryphon fucking and haven't checked it out already, 'The Pets: Talion' has been added halfway up the chapter list. An extra Short has also just been added if you want some m/f to break up this current string of m/m - 'The Pets: Karambit' features the first Pet, the Deathclaw, again. If anyone has any interesting ideas for scenarios for some intimate lewds with characters that haven't been seen for a while, please pop them in the comments.

Have a most excellent day.