FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

“It seemed that a quiet retirement with my Monster Harem wasn't quite on the cards for me…"

The amber shine of dusk reflected over a calm ocean, the final light of the day a cascading glitter of crimson and gold descending into the horizon. The ferry was quite elaborate in design, built to carry only a few passengers in relative luxury for the two-day crossing to East Island. A crew of a half-dozen sailors manned the vessel, every one of them wearing a leather pauldron at their right arm marked with the Jade Crescent of the Imperial Army. The material was flexible enough to not impede their work, but sun, salt-spray, and wear had left the insignias looking somewhat shabby. The decorative paint depicting a dragon upon the bow could also use a bit of a touch-up, the figurehead that it culminated in scuffed with a few teeth chipped from its roaring jaws.

The closer that one looked, the more that impression of extravagance began to wear away. This almost-caravel looked like it was once so proud, but had over many years been brought low, beaten by the waves into submission. Still, it appeared a great deal more comfortable, and infinitely safer than the commoner transport, a tub for which it seemed a miracle that it floated at all.

With a good hour of light remaining to this long Spring sunset, the Beastmaster at last found himself making some token effort in the task that he had been set by the Grand Cathedral, having thoroughly wasted his first day on the water and now near all of the second as well. He sat to the starboard side of the bow, with a light breeze at his back, for most winds in this region seemed to flow generally northwards. Raphael reclined at his perch, brushing the slight spray from well-groomed facial hair with his fingers before running them back through dark hair. He was tall, pale, and muscular, clad in the silver and fur adornments of Trinity Theocracy ceremonial armour, his Knight Insignia inscribed upon his breastplate.

At his side, a Felyne marshalled a quill over parchment. His fur began as a creamy grey, with great splotches of black, light brown, and orange, a calico pattern. But, he was missing his right arm, ear, and eye, the writing produced by his remaining non-dominant hand rather scruffy in form. About his neck was a collar marked with that same Knight Insignia, but this was a symbol of ownership, not power. He waited for his Master to begin speaking.

Raphael began, keeping his voice level and extending his pauses for his Pet to keep up their documentation, “I suppose, for the sake of the Chronicle, I should recap everything up until now, right? Though if I'm bring honest, this is less for the Scriveners of the Grand Cathedral and more to put my own thoughts in order as we begin this new journey. Let's start off with the broad strokes and see if we can neaten this story up a bit on the return trip…"

He cleared his throat, “I was summoned to this world on the outskirts of a small village in the Northern Lowlands, armed with an unreasonable Apex Ability and not much else. I advertised myself as an Adventurer and was tasked by the Alderman to deal with a monster which had moved into the Tomb of an Ancient Hero. It was there that I encountered Karambit, the Deathclaw. We faced off against each other, but the power of [Tame] is absolute, and I took possession of her."

The Felyne chuckled to himself, adding in the part which his Master hat left unsaid, “And then mew fucked her."

The Beastmaster crossed his arms, “Well, I can't put that part in the report to His Holiness. In fact, you should probably edit out a good portion of what I say in general." He took a breath before continuing, “Anyway. Kara became my Pet, and the lecherous old World God appeared before me to offer congratulations and recommend that I next journey to the South. Honestly, I was quite wary of him at this point. He'd given me [Tame], a power which forces others to follow my commands, and then placed me outside an isolated village with what seemed like the expectation that I build some sort of non-con harem of Adventurer ladies to do my bidding. So, rather than South, I journeyed East… which is precisely what he predicted I would do."

“Blueside Village was my next stop, and there I was commissioned to drive away a pack of Wolfmen that had come down from the mountains. With their tribe scattered by the Black Fiend of the North, Alpha had lampooned a pack of young males and raided a few farmsteads searching for loot, food, and women. I set a trap, and took possession of him with [Tame]."

This time the cat openly scoffed, his remaining emerald eye shining with mirth, “Then mew had his own pack gangrape him into submeowssion and made Alp into your lapdog."

Raphael inhaled through his teeth in a slight hiss, “Can we maybe reframe that as me 'teaching him a lesson' for the Chronicle?" He gave Bravura time to make a few amendments, then carried on, “I hopped from settlement to settlement heading South at last, until I reached the Ratpass, a route through the mountains controlled by the Rot-Tail tribe of Skaven. I underestimated them. Severely. And ended up their captive. Here I met Khut, an Enchantment Mage."

“In this world, the power of Magic comes from the Moon God, and she exacts a cost on any Mage that wields her power. In the case of Enchantment, that cost is the Sin of Lust, which must be indulged lest it become unbearable. Use too much Magic and you enter a Fiend state – where you're caught in a loop of using spells which spikes your Sin and compels you to cast more spells. It's a condition considered to be irrevocable, and exceptionally dangerous for obvious reasons. Khut had hidden her Magic, but would soon be exposed, likely to be driven out of the Tribe or perhaps even killed. So, I took her as my rat-wife-“

“And then, mew had sex with her, too."

Raphael sighed, knowing that remark was coming in some form, “She had a plan for us to escape, but I remained a prisoner of the Skaven for about three months before it could be put into action. To be honest, they did not treat me badly, and while protecting their settlement I got to know my three Pets much better." Intimate affair though that had been, the cat didn't press him this time, “We continued our journey South, over the gentle hills and plains of the Central Plateau, until at last arriving at the Holy City, capital of the Trinity Theocracy."

“I hoped to Winter there to avoid the worst of the cold weather – for the frost is long and deep in this region. Additionally, this was an opportunity for me to properly make a name for myself as a Beastmaster by showing off my Pets and mastery to those that might offer me employment when the snows melted. And I had an objective of my own as well. I wanted to acquire some Dracite to partake of a ritual advancing Kara past the line of sapience."

“Dracite. A crystal found only in the central region presided over by the Trinity Theocracy, and the source of its wealth and prosperity. It can be used to craft and to recharge Magic Items, be mixed into potions for fabulous effects, or even sprinkled into fertiliser or animal feed to boost yields. Just a small pinch of the stuff goes a very long way, and I needed a whole crystal. I visited an auction in the outer city hoping to gauge how much such a thing would cost, and there I found you."

Bravura recounted their meeting fondly, “And mew purchased meow for three whole gold coins, and then made meow into a sextoy."

“If I remember correctly, it was you who angled for that position. I absolve myself of blame on this one." Raphael shared his grin this time, enjoying the banter of his Slave, “Anyway, with half of my coin spent, and the World God showing up to alert me that Kara was pregnant, I needed to find work to carry us through the rest of the Winter. I ended up employed as a Knight Deputy of sorts, assisting in the training of their Gryphon mounts."

“Amongst the Knights, I found an unexpected camaraderie. It was much like the military in my old world, and I found myself needing to make excuses to not join them. I was happy and had started to feel indebted to this country – and I began to trust the World God which had led me here as well. It all came to a head during a Bonding Ceremony I was helping to conduct, when Talion carried me away in his claws-“

Entirely matter of fact, “Mew fucked him, as well."

Raphael ignored the smugly smiling cat, “I joined the Trinity Knights. Just in time for the campaign against the Black Fiend of the North. The Manticore, Kali, was an Evocation Mage that had surrendered to her Sin of Wrath, caught in a feedback loop of destroying everything around her in anger, which fuelled her Wrath and made her even more violent. I used [Tame] and shouldered a little of her Sin, knocking her out of the Fiend state long enough for me to take possession of her." The Felyne opened his mouth, but Raphael was first on the draw just this once, “Yes, by fucking her!" What followed changed his circumstances greatly, “To keep her, I was revealed as a Saint – because everyone with an Apex Ability is considered to be some sort of Legendary Hero in this world. The very next day, an invitation arrived from the Emperor of the East to visit his court, and when Spring came in full it was time for this voyage."

“The East Islands don't allow any Monsters that are not native, and you're the only one of my Pets that fits the criteria. I hate to leave them all behind again. I hope Alp isn't feeling too anxious on his own. I hope Khut hasn't insulted anyone important. I hope Kali hasn't burned the mansion down. I miss taking care of little Bowie with Kara, and flying with Talion." He slumped slightly, genuinely saddened, “It's an important diplomatic visit. The East Empire has warred with the Trinity Theocracy many times over the years, seeking to capture the source of precious Dracite. All they have to trade for it that the Holy City is interested in is Silver, and the Pontiff knows that the crystal is a vital resource, so he exacts quite the toll on the Emperor's coffers in payment for it."

The Beastmaster leaned forward, looking over his cat's shoulder, “How does that all sound?"

Bravura was quite frank with him, “Well, it's hardly compelling stuff. It sounds like mew just meowndered Southwards on the vague directions of the World God, joined the Knights on a whim, and are now living it up as a noble. Mew know, if we put all of the sex back in, that at least makes it interesting. But fucking all of your Pets into submeowssion kinda makes mew come across as bit of a villain in your own story."

Raphael cringed, and his Pet continued, reconciliatory in his tone, “I meown, I know you're not a bad guy. [Tame] can make us follow your orders, but that's it. We all fell in love with mew all on our own. One big Meownster Harem. But, meowbe we could spruce this Chronicle up a little? Add a few fight scenes, reframe Khut as a damsel in distress – she'd hate that. It's pawfect."

“Don't tell any outright lies. Just… maybe try and make me look less like a complete deviant." He leaned back and closed his eyes, “The Pope-King will probably censor the crap out of it anyway. I'm being sold to the public as some sort of Legendary Hero after all and I doubt that the Theocracy will want their Saint tainted by debauchery…"

A furred foot kicked his leg to alert him of the approach of the Viper, and Raphael was able to behold the East Empire representative for the final few minutes of daylight. Her colouration reminded him of a copperhead snake, her long lower body trailing behind her, upper humanoid torso concealed beneath a black uwagi bound tightly at her waist with a thick jade obi. Upon her right shoulder was a much more ornate and well cared for leather pauldron, marking her allegiance; and she slithered forth with a silent elegance that harkened to the time in which this vessel may have been equally resplendent.

The Viper inserted herself into their conversation casually, as she often did these days, her voice was level and cold, her great hood subdued, carefully manicured claws tapping against scales as she crossed her arms, “Such an obfuscation is a waste of time. The one designated Beastlord is known to be a deviant of the highest order already. The Theocracy nobles trade rumours about you like fleas amongst rodents. And I have already transmitted my own impressions to be recorded in the Imperial Archives."

Bravura chuckled nervously as she joined them at the fore section, always a little worried in the company of the snake. She made his fur stand on end whenever she was near. For the entire week they had travelled together overland to Port Hell, she always seemed to be surveying him as if he was a meal, but he couldn't suppress his own jocular nature, “Could you meowbe keep quiet about us fudging the Chronicle a little?"

Her slitted eyes narrowed, sensing opportunity, “In what way would that benefit me?"

Emboldened by the presence of his Master, the cat grinned, “Well, if you asked him nicely, the Beastlord here could do something about that cold blood of yours. Meowbe take you down to his cabin, strip off those robes, and give you a good-“ The warning look from Raphael was absolute, and the Felyne deflated, finishing off lamely, “-meowssage…"

The natural hood of the Viper flicked momentarily, “Massage?" Her cold look warmed, ever so slightly, and her tongue flickered, “Interesting. I have heard that these massages are good for the scales. Perhaps it would improve my efficiency…" She blinked, and returned to ice, “But, I have no time for such frivolities. Any further indulgence in your inferior culture would run the risk of my esteemed self becoming defective. Already I have lingered too long in your Holy City. I shall not be any further infected by your outsider inanities."

Raphael smiled good-naturedly, finding her brief flicker of personality rather charming, “Would it kill you to at least take a break?"

She allowed the silence which followed that statement to linger long enough for the Beastmaster's smile to become rather forced, “You truly do know nothing of the Viper, even after a month of conferences with me. Or perhaps you continue to say such ignorant things on purpose? Fine. In the interest of avoiding further pointless interactions, I shall do you the favour of educating you. For what is now the fourth time." The snake pooled her coils, sitting comfortably amongst them, and she ensured that she was just high enough to look down her fangs at them, “The world outside of my purpose is irrelevant. I exist only to carry out my orders. Efficiently. Precisely. With no margin for error. All else is a distraction. There shall be no 'breaks'." She now had a new task, “I shall place both you, and the cargo of Dracite you carry before the Emperor, and advance one step closer to earning the right to breed. Nothing else matters."

The Felyne shuffled closer to his Master, “You need pawmission from the Emperor to fuck?"

“The reproduction of my species is tightly controlled. There are less than a dozen males, all within the Imperial Court. Only females with a perfect record of achievement are permitted to pass on their genes. This is the goal of all slave-soldiers. In service to the Emperor, we continue to perfect our race. This is what we desire. Through subservience, we shall be completed as a species. One in thought and deed. We become as living blades." Her answer had a reverence to it, filled with the zeal of a great history, delivered as if it were a sermon.

Raphael was ponderous, though, voicing a question he had never before thought to ask, “What happens to those that make even a single mistake, then?"

“Naturally, they take their own lives. Immediately, and without hesitation."

Bravura scoffed, and then chuckled, “Whoops, dropped a plate! Guess I'll kill meowself! Mew must be kidding, right?" But she only stared at him. For a long time. “…right?"

“You shall sleep now. It is inefficient to remain awake this long. I am to return to the quarterdeck to stand watch." The Viper rose slowly from her coils, “I expect that we shall arrive in the next hour or so, but we will not dock until we have the dawn light to guide us. It is dangerous to be above deck in the dark. Away to your cabin."

She glided away, leaving behind a lit lantern for them as the darkness of night closed in, and with little recourse, the pair followed her instruction.

The room was a simple one, yet for so much space to be dedicated to a single guest on what was not a very large vessel to begin with spoke much of the importance attributed to the diplomatic passengers. Raphael had a reasonably sized conventional bed and a large chest at the foot of it. A small hammock had been dismantled and tossed into a corner, for Bravura instead slept with him, having stolen the place normally occupied by Khut in her absence. He'd a porthole through which now could be seen only darkness, and before he fell onto the mattress, he opened the chest to quickly check their cargo and personal effects.

Along with his sword, a black case lay within, a leather-bound satchel containing a fur lined tray which presented a dozen fist sized Dracite crystals. Having worked for an entire season to earn a mere fragment of much lesser purity, the value of what lay before him felt immeasurable. Each one was as clear as glass, and all twelve were a vital offering from the Theocracy to the Empire, his gift to present to the Emperor along with his own introduction as a Saint. A symbol of peace.

He returned it to the chest, doffed his armour, and collapsed onto the mattress while Bravura hung the lantern and closed the door, the cat taking a spot in his lap immediately after. “I don't know why the Emperor of the East is so insistent on meeting me. The invitation came as soon as I was outed as a Saint, and the Pontiff jumped at this chance to warm relations up a bit. I'm worried that I'm about to walk into something rather unpleasant…"

Bravura stretched his small body out luxuriously, “I'm meowr worried about our Viper friend."

“How so?"

“Because she's frankly terrifying. I think she might be planning to eat me." The Felyne then grinned, “And because mew like her."

Raphael shoved him playfully, “Pshaw. I just find her to be a little endearing, that's all. She may have come to the Holy City as a 'living blade', but she's lived outside of her culture long enough to have a secret little personality hidden underneath all of that extreme duty stuff. You know, I caught her eating sweets once in the Grand Cathedral? She gulped them down, paper bag and all, as soon as she sensed me - and denied that they ever existed. It was adorable."

The Felyne looked like he had more to add, but Raphael shook his head and cut the cat off, “We should keep her at a distance. If her people judge her to be defective, then her life is over. All that she's worked for will vanish if we make her so much as crack a smile. We need to stand back and let her reassimilate into her culture."

Bravura scoffed, “Her culture is stupid."

“Imagine if someone came in the night to our home and spirited you away. They took your collar and claimed that they had liberated you. They stand tall and declare proudly that slavery is an evil thing and now you are free and should be grateful to them. You can never return to me because I am an awful man that has brainwashed you into subservience and-"

The Felyne huffed, “Fine, fine, you've made your pawnt. No meowssing with other people's cultures." He looked up, his emerald eye determined, “I still think it's stupid, though."

He reclined, leaning back against the headboard while Bravura shuffled around on his lap to face him, the lanternlight behind him setting a shining silhouette about their furred body, “Moon God's tits, Meowster…" Bravura cursed, “Why'd I have to fall in love with such a reasonable guy? Life would be so much easier if mew used [Tame] like a tyrant. Take what mew want. Make the whole world bend to your will."

The anchor had long since been lowered, holding the vessel steady some distance from the coast while they awaited daylight enough to make landing without endangering the hull, and from outside came a light tapping. Probably the chain against the wood. Raphael ignored it, “The nobles of the Theocracy say that we should be thankful that the Imperial line of the East Island have subjugated the Viper species, because if they had not, then the snakes would find their own way to become 'living blades', and it would not be good for anyone." The Beastmaster decided to change his approach, realising that he was being rather contrarian, “I'm surprised you're advocating so strongly for someone that you think wants to eat you. Perhaps you like her as well?"

The Felyne scoffed slightly, and then slumped, “She's fucked, Meowster. She's gonna go back to her people and happily spill her own guts for the sake of 'enlightenment'. Mew know it, I know it, she's the only one that doesn't." He placed his paw down onto Raphael's shirt and twisted his claws into it, kneading their stomach, “Fuck the Emperor." Bravura scowled, looking uncharacteristically furious, “Fuck him for treating life so cheaply. Fuck that scaly piece of shit. No wonder my mother-“

There was no telling where the stream of anger might have led, for in that moment the cabin was instantaneously cloaked in pitch black darkness, an all-encompassing gloom eclipsing even the lantern. It could only be the effects of Magic. Raphael wrapped his arm about his Pet, as outside came the sound of a mighty thwack followed by a crash and thud against his doorframe. He reached out blindly, fumbling for the chest, for the cargo, for his sword, but then came the sound of the door of his cabin being booted open, and a distorted voice commanded him, “Stop right there, Beastlord. I've a handy little crossbow here and I'll use it if I gotta."

He deepened his lean over Bravura, futile though it was. He could not use [Tame] without identifying his target, and the darkness was so deep it was as if his eyes had been put out. Everything had happened so suddenly, and he reeled in confusion. The voice scoffed, “Fuck the Emperor, eh? Sounds like I might get along with you, little cat. But our honoured visitor is right – if he wasn't holding the reins of these cold-blooded snake bastards, we'd all be dinner."

Bravura's claws twitched in fear, the voice continuing, “Look, I ain't gonna kill you if I don't have to. Probably cause a war if I plugged the Saint, but it won't if I put one in your Pet, so-“

Raphael seethed, finding his senses, “Don't you d-“

“Ah, ah, ah – not a word more out of you. I don't wanna be on the receiving end of whatever it is yer packing." There was a slight huff. Through the distortion, Raphael was unsure even if his guess that the enemy was male was correct, “Cat – where's the Dracite?"

The Felyne froze, unwilling to answer, but Raphael gave them a slight squeeze, prompting their reply. He made sure that in no uncertain terms, this was his surrender, and not the responsibility of his Pet, “In the chest. Leather satchel. Pawlease take it and go!"

Raphael suppressed his snarl. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, the fingers of his free hand flexed, he could hear the sound of his blood pumping. There was a wave of aggression flowing through him, a terrible Wrath, and he felt that he was on the precipice of delving into something terrible. But the warm weight of Bravura told him to not be consumed, and he sublimated his fatal resistance.

“Very gracious of you. Thank ye kindly." The speech pattern was entirely uncharacteristic of the East Island, sounding like someone doing their best impression of a bandit from a trashy old movie. But it combined with the magical darkness and the distortion of voice to obfuscate the identity of their assailant quite completely. There came the sound of shuffling, then a slight grunt, “Fuck, who leaves a sword out of the scabbard like this? Clipped my arm, yer cunt. Why's there so much fucking rope in here?"

“There you are, you beauties!" Footsteps retreated, “Well, it's been brief, but I had fun. So, I'll be getting out of the hair and-or fur of you two lovebirds. Sorry about the Viper – hope you weren't too attached. I only knocked her out, but you know what comes next for these nut-jobs…" There came a slight sigh, “Ah, well. Fuck 'em. Fuck the Emperor and all of his pawns. This Island is ours, and I'm the Hero taking it back for everyone! Ciao, yer damn fools!"

Their door closed, and a few moments later came the sound of a splash beyond their porthole. The darkness dispersed, and Raphael took stock of things. The chest was open, and the satchel was gone. But his main focus was the Felyne in his lap. Bravura was taking slow, deep breaths, “I'm fine, Meowster. I'm fine." He repeated, “I was scared, but I knew mew would protect meow." Despite the dismissive words, his grip of the Beastmaster's shirt was white-knuckled iron.

Raphael had only moments to plan what was to come, and the Beastlord rose with the Felyne under his arm to take control of the situation as cutlass wielding assistance arrived a little too late. The sailors knew nothing of the cargo he was escorting, that knowledge shared only between himself, the Envoy, and their governments. So, he span the falsehood of a malfunctioning magic item detonating and casting a magical darkness about the midsection of the ship. The Viper had been knocked out by the blast, valiantly taking the brunt of the damage in order to defend her charge – and he had the men transfer her to his room where she could rest on the good mattress under his care. In short, he spent the best part of an hour lying his ass off while calming his cat, and it seemed to have landed.

He administered the care he promised the sailors that he would, though had little more to offer than a cold compress against a slight bump. Time had passed in a blur, their casual conversation interrupted by the assault, and now the world returned to calm. He'd reconstituted Bravura's hammock into a small chair, and the Felyne took a place in his lap, “What are we going to do, Meowster?"

They'd calmed down, but now their Master was the one at a loss, “I have no idea." He answered truthfully, “She checks on the cargo often, so we can't deceive her. And as soon as she knows…"

The Felyne closed his remaining eye, “Meowster… can you let meow handle her?"

“What?"

Bravura took a slow breath, and he sublimated every bit of fear that remained in him, forcing a cocky grin onto his ruined face and keeping it there until it became real. Eventually, the Felyne giggled, “After all of that stuff about not interfering in other cultures, now we're sat here trying to figure out how you can [Tame] her, right? Make her choose mew over the Emperor? Turn her tail on a thousand years of bullshit? But, the thing is Meowster – you're too ethical a guy to say what she needs to hear for that to stick. So, leave It to meow. I got this."

“She belongs to the Emperor." The Beastmaster took a slow breath, “It's not our place to interfere in this society-"

“Yeah, and if mew go for a walk and let meow speak to her for a while, she'll belong to mew instead and it'll be your place then." The Felyne squeezed his leg, “Trust meow."

Raphael closed his eyes for a few moments, mulling things over, but before his thoughts could run away with him, the claws slipped through his armoured pants and prompted his answer, “Alright. I trust you." Potential diplomatic incident in the making or not, that was true. Raphael lit a lantern and made his exit, leaving behind the Felyne who took a hefty sigh of his own.

Bravura would consider himself the most diplomatic of the Pets, always trying to make peace, and ever with a disarming quip when he could manage one. So naturally, even now he made light of things since the immediate threat was gone, “Whatever happened to 'immeowdiately and without hesitation'? I know mew have been awake since I first spoke. That's how long my fur has been standing on end."

Her eyes opened and the cat grinned, “Mew are a cold and logical type. So, I'm gonna make mew change your allegiance to Meowster. Then, you're gonna fuck. And be a nice living blade or whatever for him, if that's how mew wanna live your life."

The Viper refused to look at him, instead focusing on the wooden beams of the ceiling, “And how do you propose to make things play out that way?"

“Well, if mew were a hopeless case, mew probably would have jumped into the ocean or something already." Bravura shrugged, “And that mew didn't means that you're already too corrupted by outsider culture or whatever to be pure enough to fuck one of those males in the Jade Palace anyway."

“All the more reason that I terminate myself."

The Felyne rolled his eyes, “Meowster can breed with any of his Pets as if he was the same species. If your bloodline is so impawtant to mew, then there mew go. It's one of the effects of his [Tame], and we've kept it quiet because – well, how would your Emperor deal with a rogue male Viper?" The question had an answer not worth voicing, “So, mew can get the fuck you've been waiting your whole life for."

“Fool." The Viper flicked her tongue, “I live for more than the passing on of my blood. I live to become one in thought and deed. A perfect living blade. To exist only within the orders that I am given and to be perfect in that existence. To be selected for breeding is affirmation of that perfection."

“Pawfect bullshit." Bravura scoffed, “Mew like sweets. Mew like the idea of receiving a meowssage from Meowster. Mew want a life with more pleasures in it than mindlessly following orders looking for enlightenment. Mew are plenty corrupted already, just repeating rhetoric mew don't believe in anymore."

The Viper hissed at him, but he was unmoved, “I think you and your whole culture is one big joke." The Felyne smirked, “I bet you're secretly into all sorts of dumb shit. Is it stupid romance novels like the ones that Khut tries to hide in her chest? Or do mew fuck around in front of a mirror for hours like Talion? Meowbe you're some sorta sexual deviant and spend half your time with your tail-tip shoved up your-“

“Music!" The Viper snarled it more to shut him up than anything, victorious though it made Bravura look. She turned away, her normally quite imposing voice small, “I like music."

“Take a dive off the side of the boat and the meowsic stops." The words were solemn, “I bargained for my life once, and I didn't stop until I knew it was secure. Because everything has a value, and life isn't cheap. Mine isn't. Yours isn't either. And it'd be a great waste if mew threw it away." He continued to talk to the back of her hooded head, “Tell meow about the meowsic."

The Viper was quiet for some time, but the answer came eventually, “I was required to attend a concert as part of my duties as Envoy." She hissed her exhalation, “I thought that it would be tedious, so I closed my eyes to indicate my disgust. But as I listened to the music, for the first time, I started to see in my imagination things that were outside of my mission. I envisioned a world that a Viper is not supposed to see. I flew like the Gryphon. I was an Adventurer. A lover took my hand. All inside of that one song. It was beautiful."

“No wonder Meowster thinks you're adorable." Bravura teased, “Tell me more."

She looked quite defeated as she turned to face the ceiling again, “I began to seek out other small pleasures. I ate sweets. I was entertained by a play. I once even drank an entire glass of wine." A small hissing huff, “Some carnal pleasures also."

Bravura licked his lips, “Juicy. Come on, give meow the squeeze!"

The awful pun aside, the overwhelmed Viper indulged him, exhausted beyond shame, “Observing what the Beastlord had done to his Wolfman had an effect on me. When I dwelled on it, I would be compelled to… touch myself intimately."

“Pfft." She flinched as the Felyne suppressed laughter, “No wonder you've been hanging around him all this time in the Grand Cathedral. Figured mew weren't the type to explain something four times to a guy unless mew liked him."

Her look became one of suspicion, “I thought you were a meek and pathetic creature. A combined jester and sexual relief for the Beastlord on his journey. How can you argue so forcefully against a trained diplomat such as I?"

Bravura grinned, “Well, before I was a sextoy for Meowster, I was a craftsman, so I'm used to selling things – be it trinkets or an idea. But really, if I was as passive as mew imagine meow being, then I'd be on the bottom of the timeowtable forever, and I'd hardly ever get to go on dates or spend quality time with Meowster! Khut is always amending it and the others aren't sharp enough to notice! I'm not gonna quietly let it go when she says that 'it's her right-privilege as the wife, so shut up, cripple-slut', am I?"

The Felyne built up a head of steam, “Sure, we all get to fuck every day – but proper time together with the guy mew love is totally different! And on the note of fucking, there's nothing even close to Meowster, and I had plenty of cock before him. I used to hop in a guy's lap for a silver coin!"

“Most would not be so proud of whoring." The Viper pouted, which looked ridiculous with her oversized fangs.

“Oh, shush. Meowster is… Meowster is like a different pawson for every one of his Pets. He's all romantic for Khut, and he's noble for Talion, and when it's my turn, he ties me up, puts his hands around my throat, and fucks me until I'm choking up his cum!"

The Viper's tongue flickered, and Bravura smirked as he pressed on, “Alp likes a leash and to be dominated. Kali has some sort of brat taming thing going on that I don't get at all, but she's really into being a bitch until he fucks it out of her! And Kara is… kinda vanilla, now that I think about it." He leaned forward, “Come on. Since we're being all honest. What are mew thinking when you're having that carnal pleasure of yours?"

“You ask too much." Their head tilted, their remaining ear flicked, and the lean deepened. Until she relented with a sigh, “He commands me to do things. And I follow those commands."

“He? Meowster? Commands like what?"

“…shameful things." The one eyebrow raised, and the Viper sighed, “That I use my tongue and my mouth on him. That I hold open my cloaca so that he can look inside me. That I position myself so that he can better use me." She swallowed, “That I expose myself in places where we might be observed. Or use my tail on myself for his entertainment. Or allow myself to become intoxicated on drink or potions. Or… other things."

Bravura was grinning again, “That's just your living blade thing all over again but for sex. Wow, mew really are a deviant for turning it into a kink! Empty your head of everything but Meowster's orders – yeah, I can get that."

The Viper placed a hand over her face and furrowed her brow, “It is illogical to even consider what you propose. I have failed to become a living blade. I am corrupted by foreign culture and unworthy of the males of the Jade Palace. To even entertain this conversation demonstrates how far I have fallen. I must be destroyed."

“Or, mew could ask Meowster to [Tame] mew and join the Meownster Harem. We could be pals! You're like a version of Khut that's not completely insufferable! Come back to the Holy City with us. Enjoy some meowsic without feeling guilty about it. Have some sweets. Watch a play. Get your brains fucked out. And actually be happy. Meowster is completely lost in his new work as a Saint and you're some sort of politics expert – there's a place for mew! He can work out some sort of deal with the Emperor or whatever."

“Impossible. Even if I do not terminate myself now, the Emperor will have my life for the loss of the Dracite."

But for this, the Felyne had an answer. He advanced to the chest at the foot of the bed, shoving aside the Envoy's overhanging tail to pull it open. He then drew a rapier much too large for him, “We were using the scabbard for… something else… so the blade was left on its own and…" He revealed a little blood on its edge, along with a little debris, sweeping it away with a cloth to collect the gore and shedding, “We find a Meownster that's good at tracking, figure out where our thief landed, catch the scent, hunt them down, and take back the Dracite. Nobody knows it's even been stolen except for us. We can just sweep all of this under the rug!" His grin was impish, “And mew know what? We're owed some revenge against this thief for pulling a crossbow on us, too! I say Meowster should fuck them into submeowssion and make them into the lowest slut of the whole Meownster Harem!"

The Viper closed her eyes, “You people are insane. Where does all of that hopeless optimism come from? Why are you making so much effort?" No answer was forthcoming, and when she looked at the Felyne, he looked back like the answer was obvious, “All for your Master? Really? Such loyalty..." She sighed, “…like a living blade, I suppose."

“Fine. By proxy, your Master has defeated me. I select him over death." Her tongue flickered, “If I am honest, there is a part of me that wished for this…" She sat upright at last, and after a good mulling over, steeled her resolve and righted herself, “You have my gratitude, Felyne. For providing me with the push required for me to accept this. While the circumstances are not ideal, I still choose to become a Pet of the Beastlord. I shall surrender to his Apex Skill, and submit to his right to command me." She cleared her throat, “You may return, Beastlord. I can see your lanternlight beneath the doorframe."

Raphael slipped back inside, and Bravura crossed his one arm across his chest looking scandalised, “You never asked for me to walk far." He placed a hand on the shoulder of his Pet, “Well done, Bravura." The Felyne's expression softened, and his Master turned to the Envoy. It was time to cast aside everything else just as his Slave had hoped, and the Beastmaster finally indulged himself in his role, finding the voice he had suppressed with the ethics of reason; his true desires, “I accept. The truth is, that when all of the ethics of this is put to one side, I like you and I want to take you for myself. If you want to be mine as well, then that's that. I won't let the Emperor or anyone else have you. [Tame]."

The Apex Ability took her with no visible effect, and she hissed, “You have a very convincing Slave. I look forward to you demonstrating that you are worthy of him, and that you are worthy of me. If you prove any less than promised, then I shall have my vengeance." Her head nodded, and she hesitated slightly as an opportunity materialised before her eyes. There was a chance here to put him to the test immediately, and to find some satisfaction for herself as well. After a breath, she added, “I am ready for you to take possession of me. Your Pet sold well the pleasure of mating with you. To seal our pact, I ask that you show me what it means to belong to the Beastlord."

The man smirked, infected with the cockiness of his Felyne, “Is that so?" At last, he introduced himself, “I am Raphael. [Tell] me your name."

“Raine." She answered immediately, and then flicked her tongue, “I was hatched during a monsoon. The whole clutch were assigned weather names."

“You will call me [Master]."

She liked to be commanded. There was a security in it, a submission, a strange liberation in servitude. And to hear orders against which she could not rebel uttered in person rather than read from papers with nothing to connect them to her owner but the seal that his clerk had stamped the document with – it quickened her breath, and she found herself swept along in this new mood much more easily than she could have anticipated, “Yes, Master."

Raphael put some thought into his framing, “I shall tell you how what is left of this night is going to go, Slave. I am going to assess this fine sword which has been gifted to me. Think of it as the massage which Bravura was so keen to dangle before you earlier. I want to know every inch what belongs to me." He flexed his fingers, “And you are going to serve me. I shall drag your secret confessions from you, your buried fantasies, and I am going to use them to have you bow to me. I shall rule over your life, take your mind, body, and Soul into my possession, and you shall be joyful to be owned by me."

His voice washed over her, filled with the promise of domination by her owner. He would take her every scale, every foot of muscle, her venom and her strength, and he would command her. The Viper race was conditioned to serve, and in that service she found joy, the anticipation of impending pleasure which only her Master could provide found in every word. Her body shivered as she envisioned what he would demand of her, and she knew that to obey would satisfy her to the core of her instincts, “Yes, Master."

“Are you aroused? [Answer]."

There was a brief intake of breath, “Yes, Master."

“[Why]? Answer in detail."

Raine found it quite hard to meet his gaze, for he was staring at her now with such intensity. So, instead she focused on his midriff, and with the steeling of herself, the Viper then committed, to everything, “To be commanded by a voice against which I cannot rebel, this absolute servitude speaks to my Racial Instinct. I am imagining the many things that you may possibly order me to do. Abandoning my agency entirely, completely inside of your control, with the promise of serving your pleasure. I have never been so aroused in my life. I am surprised that the sensation has overtaken me so swiftly, and so completely. Is this the power of [Tame]?"

Bravura whistled inwardly, “Well, that escalated quickly. And no – it just means you were more pent up than mew thought!" He reclipped his small hammock into the rafters and scarpered up to it, content to watch things play out below. He could relate to her kink, having dedicated himself to being his Master's sextoy. He liked to be used by his owner, he liked to serve him, he liked to be tied up and passed around the male Pets, he liked to strain against the ropes he was bound with. Raine took that in a different direction, surrendering to the absolute, entirely passive and reactive, the only other person in the Monster Harem so far that could share the title of Slave.

“You said that some part of you wished for this. You requested that we mate immediately upon becoming mine, as well. Bravura is on to something. [Elaborate]."

“I did not wish for these circumstances, but I always intended to seduce you before we parted ways." Raine expected to be pressed into saying more and waited for an order to [Continue] before expanding, “Now armed with insights provided by the Felyne, I have come to believe that on some level I was aware of my impending fate and hoped that you would be enticed into taking possession of me. The outcome of our present moment is surprisingly optimal. To choose to become your Slave is the most logical path before me. You offer a different route to enlightenment; I shall be a different type of living blade." Her tongue flickered, “And there is additionally the matter of my lust. I wish to be mastered as a woman. As a Viper. To serve your pleasure and to bask in my own."

Normally, Raphael was the one to spend most of his time talking at this particular juncture, and it felt quite novel to have the Viper say so much. But now, his own assessment could begin at last, “[Move] up your coils and arrange yourself on the mattress."

“Yes, Master." Every affirmation was bliss.

The Beastmaster took the bottommost foot of tail into his hands, pressing his fingers against the scales and testing the feel, “The tail thins at the tip, only as thick as my arm a little ways before the absolute point of it. I can feel a strength in it, the dexterity of potent muscle. Every scale is soft and small here, there's a significant amount of yield. How long are you, Slave? [Answer]."

“Fourteen feet from nose to tail-tip, Master."

“It feels like more when you're arranged like this, all coiled up." He pressed his thumbs against the underside, his fingers holding her lowest parts in a firm grasp, “Slowly, as I draw up higher, the scales form lines at the underside not unlike ridges, broader and broader as I climb. But at her back and sides, the scales simply become larger, like armour." He adjusted his hold, slowly stroking back and forth, “They're not like the armour of a Deathclaw. Everything is soft and supple, and very slightly warm. I thought Viper's were cold-blooded…"

He was certain that they were cold-blooded, in fact. Here was a mystery that he could uncover for himself later, for Raphael spotted no Ring of Warmth on any finger. That particular magic item had served him well through the cold months, until he had passed it on to Khut as a gift. For now he continued, “Her underside is a slightly lighter bronze, nearing on gold. And her back a much darker metallic shade, with bands of earthy brown and muted orange…"

Raphael continued to toy with her tail, still so much more length to pass his hands over, “Not a single scratch anywhere that I can find, nor a single scale out of place. Very well cared for…"

“Thank you, Master."

“The sensation of strength becomes greater as the tail broadens. I can see the flexibility from the severity of each bend. There's a great binding power here." He smiled to himself, “I might make use of that later." Raphael applied some pressure, not quite a massage, but a testing of her flesh beneath the scales, prizing them apart to find that there was quite some stretch to them, the slightest spiderweb of white glimpsed between. A single shudder passed down that long form, “Did you like that? [Answer]."

“Yes, Master."

The manhandling of her body, the imposition of his ownership, his evaluation for the Slave that he had acquired. To be possessed and to be commanded, to be wielded and made use of, not a blade for battle, but a weapon of sexual desire, it all coalesced in a deep need. But she would ask for nothing, she would beg for nothing. Not without him ordering it of her.

He advanced higher still, forcing her to reposition every few feet so that he could see every last scale inside the bounds of the lanternlight, the Beastmaster conducting what had long since become a ritual for him, the commentary by which he took ownership of his Pet, “[Remove] your clothes, Slave."

The jade obi was unwrapped gradually, revealing its secret in the shedding of the garment. Contained within the cloth was a pair of waterskins, configured to encircle her midriff and hot with their contents of heated oil. This was the means by which she maintained her body temperature, and he had only a moment to ponder precisely how tight of coin the East Empire must be for their Envoy to resort to such a measure rather than purchase a Magic Item, before something more important took his attention.

Her uwagi came next, placed neatly with the leather pauldron utilised as a hollow for the garment to be folded into. At her chest were two scaled protrusions, and while they held his gaze for some moments, Raphael had resolved to work his way from the bottom of the snake to the top, and set his hands now to what would be hips on a humanoid configuration.

There was no visible femininity, just as her breasts had no obvious nipples, and for a moment the Beastmaster was confused, until his massaging pull at her scales revealed something. Here was a cloaca, not vertical like the slits of his other female Pets, but horizontal and aligned to the grooves of her tread. The pull of his fingers parted is slightly, the results of a sublime elasticity, and the accumulated fluids of arousal slickened the area. An idea came to mind, “[Describe] the cloaca that belongs to me, Slave."

An order that would make most blush with shame or cover their face. But rather than meekly cave to embarrassment, Raine found herself leaning into this humiliation, precisely as she had hoped for, “My insides are red, Master. If you pull at my scales with your fingers, you can open the entrance widely, but it narrows very quickly. The parts that you can spread out are shallow and very sensitive. But deeper in, I have very good muscle control, and space enough for your male parts." His fingers responded to the revelation, toying with the slick of her folds. There was no obvious clit, but everything seemed so reactive to his touch, “I once impaled myself on a bedpost, and rippling my insides over it felt incredible."

She thought of what to say next to best illustrate her biology to the human, “I have only the single hole. For reproduction and for excretion. I can stretch a lot to pass eggs, but my muscle control allows me to tighten myself to milk my mate of essence. This cloaca belongs to you, Master. I am the vessel of your commands."

The broad spread of the flesh of her femininity was perhaps enough to fully encompass the space that his palm could cover, and Raphael set himself to toying with the offered bloom of rose-coloured flesh. It was certainly unique – somewhere between his Deathclaw's featureless vent and the curtained pleasure of his Manticore's tail. The Viper glistened with arousal, but it was not so copious as either of the others, a thin gloss of slick that clung to his fingers as he explored her.

He could read her pleasure in the intonation of her breaths, the twitch of her body – that movement most obvious in the flicker of the absolute tip of her tail. It was indeed true, there was only a limited response to the insertion of his fingers, yet when he pulled at her scales to part her cloaca further and toyed with the spread flesh that appeared before him, the snake began to softly pant, and then to moan, “Have you ever tasted yourself, Slave? [Answer]."

“I have not, Master."

“You will now." He spread her wide with the first finger and thumb of each hand, drawing apart the scales and using his remaining fingers and palms as anchorage, “Bring [Down] your head." Raine acquiesced immediately, a gaze of orange fire level with that of her Master, “[Show] me your fangs, and [Open] your jaws."

Raphael took the chance to continue his commentary, “Small nose, and slits for ears. The hood is large and sturdy. Eyes like looking into my fireplace. The fangs have small sheathes to descend for use, and the expanse of her maw… she could probably vore Bravura. [Close]." Here was a sight, “Put your face to your cloaca, Slave. Use your tongue. [Lick]."

“Yes, Master."

Her body was bent over itself, yet that was no problem to her Viper physiology. Raine wet her nose with the arousal of her own femininity, and responding to the command of her Master, she lapped at the offered rose in a slow swirling motion which had the Beastmaster grin lecherously. He glanced up to his Felyne, “What do you make of the sight, Slave?"

Bravura had been observing from his hammock, but gave a slight shrug with his remaining arm, “I eat pussy when you tell meow to eat pussy, Meowster. But I prefer cock. Especially yours. In my mouth. Under my tail. However you want to use your sextoy." The Felyne smirked, “I'm enjoying watching mew work, though. I think Raine is going to be your most obedient whore. I can't wait to see this Slave get addicted to your cock, until she can't live without feeling your perfect cum inside her, Meowster."

“[Repeat] that motion." He commanded the Viper to continue the slow swirl of her forked tongue over those exposed folds, “What are you for, Bravura?"

“I am Meowster's sextoy." The Felyne declared proudly, “I'm a sheath for Meowster's cock. And for his male Pets when Meowster doesn't want them to make a mess when he fucks them to submissive bitchgasms. I eat his cum from under the tail of his Gryphon and his Wolfman, and out of both of the holes of his Skaven, Deathclaw, and Manticore – oh, she has an extra one on the tail. Meowster calls my little cock a strawberry, and when it's not in a cage, it's dripping a tiny little load out over my chest-fur."

“I'm for being fucked hard and deep. My fur is for wiping up cum. Meowster offered me a Potion of Regeneration, but I'm so happy being his sextoy, that I don't even want to have the arm that lets me be a craftsman anymore." He smiled, “And I'm for being his ally, and cheering him up, and always having a joke ready to go, and for being the diplomatic one of the Pets. I love Meowster. I love being owned by Meowster. I love serving Meowster. I love being loved by Meowster."

“What is my new Slave for?"

Bravura licked the back of his paw and groomed his whiskers, “Whatever you say she's for, Meowster."

A simple answer, and the realisation of the fundamental truth of it had Raine moan into her own cloaca. Her pleasure was peaking, but the control of [Tame] would not let her change her pace or the intensity of her slow lapping motions. It was torturous, and it was bliss. The Beastmaster commanded her so absolutely, with a power that she could not resist, “Right now she's for entertainment. It might be fun to leave her like this for the rest of the night. But there's a lot more I want of my Slave yet."

He flexed his fingers at either side of her opening, drawing another low moan from the snake, “[Extend] your tongue. Press it as deeply as you can inside yourself." There was a lot more tongue than he had anticipated. A lot. Enough for him to imagine that the Viper either had quite the amount of depth to her, or the dexterous length was coiled around itself within her body, “[Fuck] yourself with your tongue until you cum, Slave."

Raine's orgasm came much quicker than he expected, only a few rolls of her hips before with a hissing gasp she reached her peak, “[Again]." The command was immediate, giving no opportunity to pull up, and the Viper continued to flicker her tongue into her over-sensitised cloaca, now wanton in her rasping moans, “Get used to the taste of cunt, Slave. I like having my females make sport of each other for my entertainment as much as I do my males. Give me a good show to earn your fuck."

There was no great rush of femcum, and it mildly surprised a Beastmaster that had become used to the rivers of slick from his Deathclaw, squirting of his Skaven, and the lewd excretions of his desperate Manticore. Though, if a female Viper milked her mate rather than be fucked actively, he supposed that it made sense for there to be much less need for lubrication. She finally withdrew, the scales of her face shining, her voice a sultry hiss, “I am finished, Master."

“Good. [Lay] back down." And she obeyed him immediately, rocking her body back against the pillows. Raphael slipped his hands higher, feeling the tone of her abdomen, but stopping short of the two raised mounds, each a little more than a handful, “Take your breasts into your [Hands] and tell me about what belongs to me."

Raine did so, splaying her long-clawed fingers around them and squeezing gently. She had one digit less per hand to a human, and her arms had a greater length, “To me, they are a handful each. As we do not lactate or rear live young, most outsiders do not know why our race is endowed in such a way. There are ancient texts left over from the Age of Heroes which refer to them as 'snitties', but the language is obscure. We believe that it is a term from the world of the Saints which means 'venom-sacs', for that is what they are."

That fucking [Creation] user, another bearer of an unreasonable Apex Ability like Raphael's [Tame]. The fool that a thousand years past dumped into this nonsense world so many races and a great deal more from a vast number of intellectual properties. Of course the same man that named the main street through he Holy City 'Electric Avenue' would also be responsible for 'snitties' making it into the Viper vernacular. The Beastmaster just didn't have the heart to tell her what it was, so he found his own tack, “Do they feel good to touch? [Answer]."

“There is no pleasure, Master. But there is a certain sensuality to them. Massaging them feels comfortable, but it makes my fangs drip."

Raphael gave a long sigh, “A pity that Khut is not here. [Release]." As soon as her hands withdrew, he replaced them with his own, “With her Enchantment, I think that there would be a lot of fun to be had here." They were soft against his hands, the scales supple and yielding. A man could not help but toy with any sort of breasts when they were presented so, and Raphael indulged himself freely, his own Lust slowly building. Raine began to whimper beneath his grasp, a slight gasp into her breaths, and the Beastmaster felt something stirring within him, drawing close to the precipice of an unknowable force… and then he released the Viper and let it go, the feeling coming to nothing.

“Do you know how to suck cock, Slave? [Answer]."

Her breath caught, her tongue flickering with desire, “No, Master."

“You're about to learn." He glanced up, “Bravura. Tell her how you use your mouth while I get undressed."

“Aye, Meowster!" The Felyne leaned over the edge of the hammock, looking down to the pair and briefly extending his short spined tongue to show it off for a moment, “It all starts with good foreplay. First, I use my tongue to lick at the shaft, over and over until I get it nice and slick and he starts getting eager and leaking precum. Sometimes I take his orbs into my meowth so that I can feel them throb, but I have to do one at a time because I'm only small. Then, I get to taste Meowster. I don't cream my belly like Alp the second I taste him, but it makes my tail go straight up and my hole clench because I'm trained to know when a good breeding is coming!"

The Felyne licked his lips, “I can get my tongue under the skin covering the head, and Meowster really likes that. But what he most likes is ramming his massive cock into my tight throat and pumping so much of his cum into me that my belly swells and it leaks out of my nose! Meowbe it's [Tame], because cum normally tastes pretty bitter, but when I swallow for Meowster, it makes my pawtoes curl!"

He thought up some more practical advice, “Use your tongue to guard your teeth. Guess mew just have fangs though, so not much use. Don't worry about the venom or whatever – Meowster has a Ring of Status Immunity so mew can't poison him. You're all bendy and have a stupid long tongue and throat, so either hold on if he decides to fuck your maw, or do what he says if he makes you serve him!"

[Tame] had long ago becoming entwined with sexuality for the Beastmaster, the power evolving over time and having an effect on his body. The human had stripped to reveal a foot of thick uncut cock, a mass where anything more would appear ludicrous. Clearly he had an idea, “[Stay]" Raphael climbed atop the mattress and sat over the abdomen of his Slave, allowing the pale length of his cock to fall between those bronze-gold snitties, “Use your hands to [push] your breasts together around my cock."

The Viper obeyed, the mass of her venom-sacs enough to near fully encapsulate his maleness until only the tip protruded before her face, “That poison won't work on me, but it's not useless. [Stimulate] your breasts to make your fangs leak and use the venom to [Lubricate] my cock." It was a cycle of pleasure, the more that she massaged herself, the more venom she excreted and the easier the process of using her breasts to rub his cock became.

A few minutes passed, and there was quite a mess accumulating at Raine's chest, “Use your tongue to [Lick] my cock. Wrap it around. I know you have enough length." The sensation was glorious, soft scales pressing from the sides, a warm wet appendage corkscrewing around his length as he slowly bucked his hips back and forth, fucking her chest, and a fanged maw dutifully held open. He'd grown to be enough of a teratophile to find the sight to be nothing but the height of eroticism.

“Fuck. You're going to make your Master cum, Slave." Raphael breathed deep, working himself to a peak long in the making, his arousal built to a strain against his armoured pants from the moment he had forced the Viper to make out with her own cloaca, “Put your lips to the tip. [Hold] my seed in your mouth. Fuck-“ He thrust forward, and reached his first orgasm of the evening, a potent and well deserved load to claim his Slave.

She withdrew, her mouth sealed, her eyes questioning, “Take your time. Get used to the flavour of your Master. That's the seed of the male that owns you. When I tell you to swallow, you swallow. When I tell you to tongue it into the cunt of one of my other Pets, you do it. If I have you rub it into your scales and accompany me to Court with them glistening with my essence, you follow that command." Her body twitched beneath him, and Raphael grinned.

“Oh, that got a reaction? More than orders, you like to be ordered to the extreme, don't you?" [Tame] provided him intuition, and the Beastmaster basked in it, “When we meet the Emperor of the East, you're not going to say a word to him, because you're going to bow before your previous Master with your cheeks bulging with the cumshot I'll have you carrying there." He grinned, “You'll help me carry out my work as a Saint in the Holy City with a toy deep inside you. And we'll see how many times you can undulate your body before you cum in front of them all."

He looked slightly pensive, “No, you don't need a toy, do you? All that muscle control. I have a better idea – you can slither alongside me with your cloaca clenched as tight as you can get it, because if you relax, then my essence is going to leak down over your scales for everyone to see." Raphael recalled her words, “They already trade rumours about me, don't they? You're going to be one of those rumours, Slave. The nobles that used to scurry away whenever you came near, they're going to wonder how I fuck you, and what face you make when you gush over my cock."

“That's going to be your role from now on. My Pet Politician. You're not a living blade – you're a living sheath. Now, [Swallow], Slave. Let me see that throat move. And [Say] Thank You."

It was hard to read the expressions of a Viper, for that reptilian countenance did little to betray emotions. But so much could be told by the sharpening of the pupils, the misting of the eyes, the flaring of her nostrils. It came to the Beastmaster instinctively, the sensation that he was breaking down his Pet, twisting her towards a new form of fulfilment, inch by inch, making her into his obedient cock-sock. Her throat bulged, and she opened her mouth to show him that it was empty, “Thank You, Master."

“Did you like gulping down my cum, Slave? [Answer]."

She spoke immediately, “Yes, Master!"

“Do you want me to fuck you now? [Answer]."

“Yes, Master!" Her body flexed below him.

“Do you want to be my pet politician in public, and my servile whore in private? [Answer]."

“Yes, Master! More than anything!"

“If you want it so badly… [Beg]."

The Viper's breath shuddered. Every question he had asked, everything he did, he added the irresistible command of [Tame] to accompany it. The force which she could not strain against, the absolute authority of his orders, it made her cloaca ache with need. The floodgates held shut by her will were prised open by his [Tame], and something within her snapped cleanly in two, “Please, Master! I want you to order me to do so many depraved things! I want to stand on ceremony with your essence inside me! I want you to use me until I'm as addicted to pleasure as the Felyne! I want you to take care of me and give me all of the joys that a Viper is not allowed to know! I want to serve the voice that I can't say no to!"

Her hips bucked, her voice tinted with desperation, “I don't want to just be used once by an unworthy Jade Palace male and thrown away to raise hatchlings in the pit! I want to be wanted! I want to want you! I want to live a life like the visions I see in the music! I want you to be my man! I want to serve you! I want to be owned! I want to be like the Felyne! I'm so jealous that it hurts! Please, Master! Please order me to take your cock!"

Bravura chimed in from above, “[Tame] couldn't make mew say all that!" It took the ruin of their situation, the stress of their stolen cargo and the threat of death – and then the heights of arousal and pleasure, to get here. But these were feelings that floated around inside Raine's consciousness, finally coalescing into something tangible. A hope to have more than breeding and servitude, more even than enlightenment, “Of course you should be jealous! Every Pet wants to be Meowster's number one! If you want him, expawct a fight!"

The Beastmaster was ready. He leaned back, shrugged his shoulders, and relaxed himself, “[Wrap] yourself around me, Slave. Share my heat. Be the [Sheathe] for my cock. And [Hold]."

No further prompting was required. The Viper innately knew how to grapple her target, her body shoving against her Master, drawing his legs together and wrapping about them, a corskscrew up his form which brought him to his knees and had her whole upper body free, high above him. His arms were drawn to his sides, but she could not imagine the one that owned her to be helpless. His voice was the commandment of God, after all.

Slowly, she drew herself down his front, until the core of her body pressed against his hips, the head of his cock brushed against her cloaca. And with her free hands, she reached down and guided him into her body, inch by inch, before her arms as well came to be draped over his shoulder in an embrace, his head between her venom-slicked breasts.

For Raphael it was an interesting experience, to be constricted so completely, but rather than think of himself as prey, he instead relaxed into her coils comfortably, finding that one wrap of her tail was placed suitably for him to almost sit on. This was a wonderful position indeed, a place in which there was no need for him to pin her down and thrust his hips, no great effort that he required to master this Slave. The only thing that he had to do was speak. His cock was sheathed in his belonging, and she pressed the spread wide cloaca against his abdomen, her insides undulating along his length.

The sensation was comparable to the tail of the manticore, but rougher, her whole body rocking against him and shifting him inside her coils with every ripple of her against his cock. It was a much more intimate experience, their body heat equalising, his face nuzzled against those precious snitties. He would he hard pressed to declare which he liked best, the absolute pleasure of Kali's tail, or the intimate grapple of Raine to accompany her twitching cloaca.

She hissed out her pleasure, and Raphael commanded, “Use nothing but your [Internal] muscles." If the Viper wanted to find her orgasm, then she would milk him of his seed with her full effort, never breaking away from this embrace that he was enjoying so much. Her cloaca was a silken vice, the cratering of her stomach and the twitch of her middle section against him creating a flowing pleasure from the base of his shaft up to the tip, over and over again.

Raine may be light on fluids, but Raphael had no shortage of precum, his virility an endless well of potency fuelled by [Tame]. Her moans were rapturous, and the Beastmaster surrendered to the pleasure of this moment, his own little world inside of her coils, soft scales against his skin, and a needy cloaca milking his cock. He felt her orgasm against him, her body shaking, her arms pressing his head all the tighter against her chest, and it was enough for him to add his own essence to her, a growl into her breasts as his cock erupted with thick ropes of creamy white.

“[Continue]." The word was a death sentence.

Another orgasm came, and then another. [Tame] never allowed the Viper to lessen her pace, never allowed the intensity to drop. Eventually, her moans were great heaves of desperate exhaustion, but Raphael would not relent. This time, he would not throw her down and satisfy himself by using her. It was her role to serve him, and he would teach her now the limits of the pleasure that she could seize by herself.

Her strength failed. Her coils slackened. And as the command became impossible to fulfil, the order of [Tame] was dispelled. Now was the moment of his victory, the final ruin of her defences. The Viper would be his. Raphael growled, “My turn." His arms finally free, he grasped at her midriff, drawing her to the tip of his cock and then impaling the Viper to the hilt ruthlessly. He had enjoyed the time of pleasure, the fruits of her service, but now was the time for her to know what it felt to be used by her Master, “Do not restrain your pleasure. [Moan] as you will. Let your kinsmen on the ferry know that the Emperor's Envoy is now the Beastlord's Whore."

Raine hissed, but it was subsumed by a great exhalation of pleasure as the man in her coils began to drag her body up and down his length, thrusting up against her to make every stroke a battery of her insides. Her muscles had seized up into a perfect tightness, and he pummelled that tightness into submission, the air filled with the lewd slapping noise of cum-drenched scales against cum-drenched skin. She was his plaything, as much his sextoy as Bravura, and to submit to his command to voice her pleasure made her more wanton than ever.

“How does it feel? Be detailed. [Answer]."

“So good!" The Viper moaned, “So deep! Your skin feels amazing against my cloaca when you slap against me! Your cock is churning up my insides! Too strong! I can't clench on it anymore! You're fucking me into your shape! I'm-!" He fucked her hard through the orgasm that interrupted her, and continued beyond that into a feral pounding or herculean strength. [Tame] empowered the Beastmaster in rut with his Pets, and the power of [Tame] was without limit.

He used his Slave until she no longer had the strength to respond to his orders to answer his demands that she unveil even deeper depravities. He used her until her body slumped atop him and he had to place her back down upon the mattress. He used her until she lost consciousness. And he kept fucking superior human cum into her Viper cloaca until the dawn broke and Bravura began to snore.

Raphael was fully entangled with her coils, for even in her state of sleep, Raine had wound herself around him, drawing from his body heat while he pumped her core with his seed. Her scales were a mess, and as he withdrew, her cloaca gaped lewdly, disgorging a thick stream of his essence with a view of her rose insides beyond it. His hair was matted with sweat, his body gleaming with effort, his muscles shining with femcum and venom.

“Well, you are quite the sight."

A voice came from behind, and Raphael did not need to turn to know who it was. Every time that he took a new Pet, the World God would show up, an old man with a staff, obscured by a grey cloak from which little peeked out but a thick white beard. He hummed, “I think my favourite moment of this encounter… oh, when you included the Felyne! Yes, I think his contribution aroused both of you. Though, I will admit to some mild disappointment. At one time, you were so close to… never mind."

“It's been a while, World God." Raphael turned to face them, unashamed in his nudity for he knew that this divine entity spied on him just about every time he fucked at this point, “Checking in on this 'Grand Quest' you've set me on?"

This Beastmaster had become quite casual with divinity indeed! The World God tapped his staff against the wooden floor, the three diamonds at its head shining, “Well, you are up to your neck in it, Mortal! A stolen gift of Dracite, an impoverished Empire, a rebellion against the Emperor, and now you've stolen away the Envoy! The East is quite messy indeed, isn't it? A good thing that you're here to sort everything out… and expand your Monster Harem while you're at it!"

He poked at Raine's folded clothing with the bottom of his staff, and the Jade Crescent of the Emperor vanished, her pauldron now displaying Raphael's Knight Insignia. It was clearly provocative, but the World God simply shrugged, “Now, as for what to do when you reach land – you know, there is a lovely little shrine up on the hill overlooking the Port! You should head up there one evening! Say a little prayer to the Guardian... Oh, and don't forget to bring your sword!"

Raphael closed his eyes and set his finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose. He felt quite the headache coming on.

A great distance away, someone else was on the verge of quite the headache. In a mansion in District Five of the Holy City, a white furred Skaven sat in the chair of her Master, playing with the ring on her finger and looking towards the entryway of their home. Sat by the door, cross-legged, with his eyes bloodshot and ever fixed forward was a bark-brown Wolfman. He had been there for a week. Barely eating. Barely sleeping. And despite Khut being left in charge by their Master, he refused to follow her urging for him to do anything but this.

She heaved a great sigh, “I know this smelly-fool dog is going to do something stupid-dumb. I'm just sure-certain of it!"

Raphael's rat-wife… was absolutely right.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to User NewKing for suggesting an X-Com Viper (I hope you like how Raine turned out) - thanks for the suggestions and support, too. To User AaAAaAaAaAAAaaHhHhhHhh for their continued support and for their suggestions, too. To User Sewuyy for Bowie, and for helping me out of a corner where Raphael would be stuck either tossing his kids into the wilderness or adding them to the Harem - your suggestion of passing on the Human Racial Instinct to avoid this properly saved me. And to User NightSound for their continued support - I'm so glad that the Epilogue landed well.

I spoke about it a little in the comments of the last piece, but want to ask for help from anyone reading this here since there is more context available on the aesthetic of the East Island. The thief that stole the Dracite, the Mage that bears the mark of Illusion/Pride, put on a silly persona and threatened the Beastlord with a crossbow that they might not have even actually had... What are they? To keep the balance of sexes relatively even, you can be sure that they'll be male at least. My current frontrunners are Renamon (Digimon) vs Zoroark (Pokemon) - but if anyone has a good suggestion outside of those two, I'm open to it as well (Snipe was a good take, but I'm hoping to do Hyena/Gnoll later). Raphael will be encountering them in probably Part 3 or Part 4, so long as things stay on track, so there is a little thinking time. I'd appreciate any input into race and personality for this 'Hero' which Bravura so heartilly demands a little revenge against.

As always, thanks for reading. I really appreciate every fave, vote, watch, and comment. A lot of the ideas for this story come from what people say underneath it, and I'm very grateful for every kind word and every suggestion. It's been a lot of fun writing this, and I'm looking forward to continuing to advance the story. There are still some missing puzzle pieces so far, but if characters act predictably, and if you can start to guess how the story will progress, I tend to consider it a success. Even a nonsense world like this one must have its own twisted versimilitude. Though, I do hope for there to be some nice surprises before the end, and I enjoyed dumping a lot of threads in this opening piece.

Have a most excellent day.