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“I was without choice…"

The inn room was lavish by the standards of the East Island, well lit, furnished, and providing quite the view out over the harbour through a slatted window propped open with a stake. Thickly woven cloth mats interlocked to make the floor comfortable underfoot, decorations were minimalist, and the walls well-insulated with broad wooden beams. At the heart of the chamber was a long table, below knee height, with a large cushion placed at each opposing side. One was occupied by a blue Dragoness.

Rather than the classical horns that one might expect of a Western Dragon, she was crowned with the antlers of their Eastern counterpart. Her scales were broad plates of azure, blurring into a much softer sky blue at her neck, though elaborate robes concealed any more than that. She clad herself in black and jade, the insignia of the Imperial Family writ large on her back, the tightly bound clothes doing little to hide an exceptionally full body. Large breasts, flabby arms, and quite the stomach – she was not egregiously fat, but she was certainly chubby.

Heavy makeup demonstrated some desperate attempt at making soft features sharper, her claws carefully painted, a black line drawn to highlight the divide between her two shades of blue where harder outer scales met the lighter throat. She was born with the Sin Rune of Gluttony, the Magic of Necromancy, and a large frame unsuited to such a naturally lithe race. On first meeting her, Raphael had observed some vulnerability in how conscious she seemed to be of her appearance, but it was not her body which made her ugly. It was her sneer, and her black heart.

Raphael was not on a cushion. He may have started there, but an hour of argument had led to this. His place now was in the open space to the Dragon's side, and his forehead was pressed to the floor in the deepest bow he could manage. Raine had once told him that the position was called dogeza, and as soon as he had been compelled by Moira to adopt the posture, he knew precisely the level of disapproval that his acquiescence would invoke in the Pet which had accompanied him to this meeting.

Dia growled, snarled, and barked, all at the same time, the Cerberus enraged, all heads speaking at once, “No, Master! You must not bow to your lessers! You are a Saint! You have the deference of a noble Spirit! Do not sully your mastery with such a base gesture!"

“Ohohohoho!" Moira cackled obnoxiously, “Yes, Saint! Crawl at my feet! Prostrate yourself before the superiority of the Dragon race!" She turned her grin onto the canine, “Is it not the duty of the servant to bow alongside their Master? Fall alongside him, Spirit!"

Every face was conflicted, filled with fury, but Dia lowered herself as bid. The Right head growled, “I will devour your tainted Soul!" Central spoke to Raphael, “We shall have words about this later." And the Left, “I'm looking forward to seeing how you're going to make this up to me!"

“O, great Princess Moira-“

Raphael was prepared to indulge the begging that she had demanded of him to go along with the bow, but she cut him off, “Great and beautiful. Do not forget the flattery, Saint. It is a vital part of appealing to a Dragoness!"

The Beastord was fortunate that she couldn't see his face, and he delivered his grovelling to the tatami mat. Every word was cringeworthy in its stiltedness, “O, great and beautiful Princess Moira, fairest in all the East Island!" This would be much easier if Dia wasn't growling with the tempo of a revving engine, “This visiting Saint begs mercy of the most magnanimous and virtuous Dragoness!"

She licked her lips, very pleased with herself. But she had heard the begging of many over her years as one in charge of the East Island's internal security, ears accustomed to the cries of both the seditious and the unfortunate. Moira indulged herself, “Beautiful, you say?" The Dragoness leaned forward, taunting him with the word she had put into his mouth, “Do elaborate. The entirety of my race would disagree with you, so you must have something quite specific to compliment, yes?"

It was difficult to tell if she was truly being self-depreciating or simply provocative, demanding that he set an argument against the aesthetics of Dragons. But, Raphael was surprisingly quick to answer, “When I first beheld you as I stepped from the ferry, you had come with your guard to meet me on the docks." He kept his voice level, and attacked her with honesty, “You looked at me as if you expected some sort of judgement. You bowed, and seemed self-conscious in the motion of it. I thought it was cute. Beautiful, even. I found you quite pleasing to my eye." Unable to resist, he pushed further, revealing an errant thought “For a moment, I envisioned making you mine."

Clearly not expecting such a piercing answer, Moira stuttered, “Oh, h-how bold of you! To covet that which belongs to the Emperor! You are degenerate indeed!" He moved the slightest amount, “No! You shall remain prostrate!"

Of course, he'd not followed up with how any idle musings of how adorable she may have appeared in that moment had been dispelled almost immediately, for when Moira had spotted Raine's defection, she had been imbued with such venom that it had tainted their meeting entirely. His negative impression of her had only deepened as he'd pursued Hiroyuki along the coast, with tales of her tyranny and pettiness plentiful in every settlement he'd passed through.

Moira composed herself and cleared her throat, “Ahem, this noble and virtuous, beautiful and magnificent, magnanimous and perfect, Dragoness – is suitably flattered and shall hear your plea."

The Beastlord rolled his eyes. Her preening was cartoonish, the theatrics of her villainy so overt that- He blinked. Too overt. Too cartoonish. In his mind something fell into place; She didn't feel like a villain, not like when Hiro had justified his wrongdoing with demands of his own righteousness. Every word she spoke was deliberately provocative, her dialogue arriving with the same flamboyancy as lines read by an amateur actress ploughing through a childish script. Stilted and ridiculous. She was determined to earn his hatred, and genuinely thrown off when he had delivered a true compliment when bid rather than mere lip service.

Whatever was afoot beneath it all, the reality of their situation remained unchanged, and he filed away the confusing insight he had gleaned for later assessment, “This Saint begs clemency for his Pets. Great and Beautiful Princess Moira, please release them into my care!"

She leaned back and placed her first finger and thumb to her chin, allowing the thoughtful silence to drag for a long time, “The law is immutable." Moira licked her lips again, “But, as a Beastmaster, I suppose if I were so convinced, it would be possible to register your Pets alongside you as if you were a singular entity. This would make their presence here lawful, despite the embargo on foreign races."

“What must I do to convince your most noble and just personage?" Playing her game had started to feel ridiculous, his own supplications as false as the scenario she had constructed. Beneath the act, who was this Moira?

“You have already refused to hand over the Zoroark, much to my displeasure. I would have had his head on a sharpened stick in the middle of their Enclave. I might have even raised it with my Necromancy with enough consciousness to be aware." She gave a wistful sigh, but then advanced down an unexpected avenue, “The reports delivered about you by the Envoy were rather colourful. Let us begin by having you confirm them. Reveal to me the nature of your relationship with your Pets. Spare no detail."

Raphael took a moment to parse the request, “Forgive me, Princess Moira. Could you be more specific?"

A rather hearty huff of annoyance came in response, her haughty tone returning, “Before this most noble and virtuous Dragoness makes her demands of you, she wishes to confirm the intelligence with which she has been issued!" He couldn't see, but he was sure that she was pouting, “Do you accommodate them as the reports say? Sexually, as well? To go so far for your Slaves sounds ridiculous to me."

The Beastlord sensed a closeted pervert, and fought the urge to unleash a deep sigh. It always somehow ended up like this in this nonsense world. Well, why not lean into it? He began, “I awaken usually to find that Alp, the Wolfman, had already put his face into my crotch. Though, he often has contest for it these days. He's moody unless he begins his morning with a load in his throat or under his tail, so I indulge him. He always says that it's the renewing of my scent, and important that other Monsters with the relevant senses see him marked." He reminisced for a moment, “He's affectionate and submissive. His place in the pack is as my Bitch, and he likes to be used as such. He follows me everywhere, and when he cannot follow, he guards our Lair."

It seemed obvious now that he would do something so drastic as follow his Master over the water, but Raphael quashed that thought and continued, shortening the name to come to conceal it, “Kal bears the Wrath Rune, and I've introduced her to sports as an outlet for it. She's become quite involved in the games, and I go to watch her to cheer whenever I can." He grinned to himself, “The Manticore is an unrepentant brat. She makes demands of me, comes at me aggressively, but really - she likes to be treated like Prey. She's very powerful but tearing all of that away and making her degrade herself and beg submissively really seems to do it for her."

He decided to limit himself to the present Pets, continuing to run down the roster of those from the continent, “Ra, the Felyne, he really takes pride in being a sex-toy. To the extent that he likes to be immobilised, blinded, gagged, and used like an object. But, day to day, he's diplomatic and keeps the peace, he's great at negotiating, and it's relaxing to play with his fur when he curls up and dozes in my lap. Whenever we need something, he knows how to get it. I don't know what I'd do without him, really."

Now he was just smiling, shortening another name, “Rai is a new addition. I don't regret taking her from you." The provocative statement went uncommented on, “She's an excellent with politics, and will be very useful to me. She enjoys cute things, sweets, shows, music especially, and I cannot wait to return her to the Holy City to indulge that. In my company, the Viper won't feel the guilt she did as a slave-soldier of the Empire. I want her to hold my arm and smile." He took a breath, “She yields to the absolute power of [Tame] completely, and relishes every command. Mastering her has been very enjoyable."

“I'm going to reform Hiro. He's been playing pretend at being a Hero for a long time, and I shall have him play the part for real. That is how he is going to make amends for his misdeeds." A slight huff, “And as he does so, I'm going to model him into a perfect submissive whore. He'll live out his consensual non-consensual kink, existing as my plaything. This is his penance, and this is his desire."

Dia gave the slightest rumble at his side, and Raphael chose his words carefully, opening his mouth… and then copping out completely, “And they can speak for themselves."

The Cerberus gave a triple-scowl, very displeased with her position in all this. She would play along for the sake of her Master, following through with the scenario he had created, but he would later receive a very stern scolding! Saint and Spirit had bowed together to a mere Dragon, and she was furious, “We are going to make Master understand Mastery. We will make him worthy of the title of Saint. Worthy to call a Spirit such as us his Pet." She growled, “We shall not speak of our preferences, but know this – Master fulfils them most admirably."

Moira gave a slight hum of acknowledgement, the Dragoness having been silent for the entirety of this explanation. It was a few beats more before she spoke, “So, to be the Pet of the Beastlord is to serve his will, yet in turn to be fulfilled?" She scoffed, but her voice wavered, “What a ridiculous contract. Why go through such effort when tyranny would serve you just as well? Why care at all for the approval of this Spirit when you could command it to eat shit?"

The Dragoness started to sound irate, “Why prostrate yourself before me when a mere Wolfman and Manticore could be so easily replaced?" She shook her head, “You are a sentimental fool! They are your Slaves, and every one of them would betray you at the first opportunity for freedom! Do you imagine that they appreciate your efforts? This is a world in which Power rules! A man like the one you pretend to be cannot exist here!"

“What is your price, Princess Moira?"

Her overwrought speech had fallen away, and now she expended the effort to renew it, “Ahem! This insightful and just Dragoness shall be the one to expose you as a fraud. The reports are false. Your bold declarations are lies. You care not for your Pets. They care not for you." Her voice lowered, her words concealed from Raphael, “And you never for even a second desired me… nobody does."

She struck the table with her fist. A great many plans churned inside the head of the Dragoness, and she had never once chosen one of them which she had not been absolutely certain would be a success. Not because she was a strategic thinker or natural planner. Not because she enjoyed it. But because to be wrong in anything while in the service of the Emperor was to risk her life. She needed confirmation, and there was only one way to get it. Moira took a deep breath, “You shall reunite with your Pets, and I will bear witness to the debauchery which follows! That is my price! I shall watch you mate with every one of them! And then deliver my judgement!"

In the room next door, an identical chamber guarded by a whole squadron of Viper soldiers, Bravura giggled to himself, “Oh, I bet Dia is so pissed off! We couldn't tell her the plan in advance when Hiro captured Meowster either since she can't act at all! I got such a telling off!" He sipped his tea, “So anyways, how'd mew two get captured?"

Felyne, Wolfman, Manticore, Viper, and Zoroark, the five of them sat around their own small table. Kali laughed outrageously, “Captured? Like these weaklings could capture me? That fat fuck Dragoness just said she knew where Master was, so we're chilling here until he gets us." She grinned, “Does she think we're her prisoners? Dumb whore! I'll burn this shitty country to the ground!" She rounded on Alp, “And what the fuck is wrong with you!?"

The bark-brown furred Wolfman was slowly rocking back and forth, hugging his knees. The hulking creature stood at eight feet tall, muscular and powerful – quite unsuited to such a weak posture, “…Master has replaced me." His lip quivered, “He's got a new Bitch in there with him."

“Oh." Kali huffed, then grinned with an opportunity to tease her companion, “Well, shit. Nice knowing you, Wolf-tard! You were my favourite after Master, so I'll miss you!"

Bravura placed down his tea in order to shove her, his meagre weight against her mighty body having no impact at all, “Hey, don't be like that! He'll think you're being serious!" The Felyne consoled him, “Meowster would never replace mew!"

Raine sighed, “Master has accumulated a great many Pets. It would only be logical to shed those that are no longer needed. I suggest reducing the size of the Monster Harem considerably to those only directly useful to his duties as a Saint, the continuation of his daily routine, and for the relief of his sexual desires." Her face was expressionless, “Myself, Dia, and Bravura should suffice. The rest of you are unnecessary. I have already constructed a detailed report-"

“Who the fuck do you think you are, you snake whore!?" Kali exploded, “I'm the strongest Pet of all! Where am I on that fucking list!?"

The Viper folded her arms, “I have factored your strength into my judgement. Your poor discipline makes you more of a hinderance to Master than an asset. Our current predicament is the proof. The actions of yourself and the Wolfman have placed Master into a disadvantageous position." She lifted her own cup and downed the lukewarm tea, “I am skilled in politics. Dia can keep stride with Master's carnal desires. And Brav- why are you laughing?"

Draining her cup had left a circle mark around her nose, some substance smeared on the rim imparting a ridiculous imprint. Hiro giggled, “Don't tell her. Don't fucking tell her – let her go in there like that! It'll be fucking hilarious!"

Kali slapped the Zoroark on the back, sending him sprawling over the table, “Fuck, you're alright! I get the feeling we're gonna get along!" She looked menacing, looming over him, “But, lemme tell you this – you play one of those pranks on me, and Master will never find your body."

Hiro gulped, creeping past Alp to use the devastated Wolfman as cover, “Noted!"

The Manticore grinned, “It had better be. What's your fucking story anyway? You're like a smaller, twinkier Alp! Lemme guess – you're some sort of submissive fuckmeat for Master to drain his balls into?"

“I'll have you know, I'm a Hero!" The Zoroark sprang to his feet, beating his chest with his clawed hand, “I'm a proud and noble master of Illusions! I just happen to owe Master roughly a hundred and twenty thousand fucks to pay off a debt! I don't enjoy getting fucked! I'm not a faggot! I'm-“

“Closeted as fuck, then. Gotcha." Kali nodded, “I reckon you'll have fully converted into some sorta simpering bitch before we even get back to the Holy City!" She clasped Alp's shoulder, “See this guy? Bigger than you, stronger than you – and he ain't ashamed to blow his load all over his chest whenever Master wastes his seed under his tail!" She huffed, “Fuck – why is Master wasting his time on males? He should be fucking some whelps into the girls! And you! Pull yourself together, Wolf-tard!"

She shook Alp, who just looked dejected, “She's stronger than me. She's got a Sun God Blessing. She's a Spirit. And she can even carry Master's puppies!"

“Argh! Fuck! Alp is fucking broken!" The much smaller Manticore grappled him into a hug, “Stop being so fucking lame! You're my best fucking friend in the Monster Harem! You ain't going nowhere!"

Bravura huffed, “Wow. Intermeowcy from Kali? Never thought I'd see the day anyone but Meowster got that!"

The Viper allowed a few beats of quiet to pass, “I have never had a friend before. Such connections are generally considered to be superfluous by-“

“Tough. You're my friend." Bravura cut them off, “All these fools are. Alp and Talion are my pawtners usually. But you're my favourite female."

Hiro's Pride ignited, and he leapt up onto the table, “I suppose I could accept all of you as my underlings! We'll be a great party of brigands! Noble outlaws that take what we want and punish evildoers! Let the East Island tremble!"

The Manticore clapped her hands together, “Yeah! Screw being your underling, but fuck yeah for the rest! Let's conquer this fucking country for Master!" She raised her fist to the air, really getting into it.

Bravura and Raine both cringed, and somehow managed to wear an expression of utter disdain which looked identical on both a serpentine and feline countenance. The cat was cleaning the mark of the practical joke away with a napkin, channelling his inner Kara, “No more trouble for Meowster! We need to-“

The door slid open, framing Dragon, Cerberus, and Human. Alp was off like a shot. He squirmed from Kali's grasp, taking two great strides, and pouncing onto his Master, pinning him to the ground and desperately sinking his claws into their armour, “PLEASE DON'T REPLACE ME, MASTER! I'LL BE A GOOD BOY!"

The Wolfman was nuzzling into his neck furiously, and even the stone-cold Moira stepped back to give them a little space, closing the door behind them to shut away the watching Vipers. Raphael ran his fingers through familiar fur, “I missed you, Alp." He hugged the larger creature close, “You're not getting replaced, of course you're not, nobody is."

Dia cleared her throats, “Ahem. Decorum, Master." She demanded that he display mastery before his Pets, and he had already failed once today by bowing to the Dragoness. For Raphael, he interpreted her intent. Appearing to be in charge of the situation would put his Wolfman at ease as well. So, he brought himself to a sitting posture at the head of the table, and dragged their head into his lap.

The Beastlord nodded his head to Kali, but she was quick to chime in, pressing her fingers together and launching her prepared excuse, “Look, if you think about it, Master – you should have known we'd come after you if you didn't use [Tame] to command us to stay and just asked instead! Technically, this is all your f-“

“[Silence]." He cut her off, taking a deep breath, “Do the two of you have any idea how much trouble you've caused? The East Island could have interpreted this as an act of war! Without the clemency of Princess Moira, who knows what could have become of this!"

The Dragoness had found a cushion of her own, placing it near to the door and observing from afar. The Pets were eyeing her, but none had commented. Hiro viewed them with open hostility, flexing his claws and looking murderous. But Moira only smiled in response. Alp simply continued to cling to his Master, and it made admonishing him very difficult.

He swept his arm and withdrew the command, Kali harrumphing spiritedly, “Fiiiine! Sorry, Master!" She smirked, “You gonna punish me with a good hard dicking?"

Raphael scowled, “You almost started a major conflict just to get fucked!?"

“Well, you are a fantastic lay, Master. My Manticore biology has made my body evolve so that only you can use it, even if [Tame] wasn't a thing! So, gimme some cock, then fuck your Wolfman – he's been pining for you like you wouldn't fucking believe. That's why it was so easy to talk him into coming! Then we can meet this Emperor asshole and fuck off back to the Holy City to have a good fucking orgy-“

“[Silence]." He shut up the unwieldy Manticore a second time. Dia was looking at him with disapproval again, and Moira appeared mildly judgemental as well. Raphael closed his eyes and took a few moments to think. In the old world, he'd been trained to consider this as a condor moment, assessing his options and choosing the most suitable approach. After a breath, he found it, “You're both going to be punished. You especially, Kal. And I've decided how."

“Ra. Clear the table." He directed his Felyne servant, “The price of Princess Moira's cooperation is a good show. But before we get to that, I'm going to settle things with you two." He dispelled the silence once again, and as the table cleared he pointed to it, “Get [On]. Knees and elbows. Give me your [Tail]."

Kali gave a grin of victory, “Yes, Master." She crooned, unashamedly striding forth. The Manticore was bronze skinned, a Monster Girl, with feline limbs and a great chitinous tail. Cat ears protruded from pink hair, and similarly rose eyes were misty with desire. As a Monster, she wore no clothes, her breasts indecently large and her glistening slit exposed. Even more so when she collapsed atop the table, falling to knees and elbows and raising her tail high to show off her femininity before letting the bulb at its tip drape into Raphael's hands.

“[Stay]." He commanded. And then he turned down to Alp, “Don't worry, Alp. You're in trouble, but I'm not going to throw you away. You're my precious Wolfman. And after this punishment, we put this behind us and carry on. I won't ever leave you behind again. If anything, this experience has shown me that you two at least need to always be with me. Do you understand?"

Alp slowly nodded his head, “Yes, Master." His tail wagged, ever so slightly.

Kali looked triumphant, shaking her hips, “Fuck yeah! Now, gimme that punishment dicking or whatever!"

He ran his fingers over the bulbous tip of the Manticore tail, finding one of the large spikes filled with aphrodisiac, and dragging the projectile free, the tip oozing light pink like a needle. He then placed it into the mouth of his Wolfman, not needing a command for him to suckle down the arousing fluid. He did need a command for what was next, though.

“Here's your punishment dicking. [Fuck] her, Alp."

“Nicely done, Master." Dia immediately commented, her other heads nodding in agreement. She slipped into the spot previously occupied by Alp as the stunned Wolfman pulled himself to his feet. The male and female halves of his Monster Harem had never intermingled, with all three females back in the Holy City refusing other males as a matter of taste – doubly so for Kali and her biology. The seed of any other man was repulsive to her, invoking strong feelings of disgust, to the extent that she'd once actually vomited from accidentally touching a load of Talion's essence.

For Kali, being under another male would feel revolting. And for Alp, his Master had no intention of allowing him to cum any time soon. Creatively minded, he had more in mind, cradling the Manticore tail in his hands as he watched Alp take position. Both complained desperately, and every complaint fell upon deaf ears.

Manticore venom was swift in the arousal it invoked in its target, but tended to last only long enough for a single orgasm, dispelled in the clarity which followed. Beneath the Wolfman, a crimson maleness had emerged, only the knot still constrained by the sheathe, and he looked apologetic as [Tame] compelled him to line up the head of his canine cock with their glistening cunt and sink into the silently screaming Kali.

The two of them had become friends and rivals as part of the Monster Harem, competing to be the favourite of the Master, and often setting their strengths against one another. But now, Alp covered her back, pinning down the base of her tail and moaning softly, “Sorry! I'm sorry!"

Kali only scoffed, “It's – it's just a punishment!" She gagged despite the words, the smallest amount of precum making her nauseous, “Just – just fuck me with your second rate cock so Master can finish me off!" The Manticore grit her teeth, “It's like – when that fucking Gryphon broke the – broke the fucking bath – and Master put his cock in a – in a fucking cage for a day. Hold – hold on!"

Alp was gentle in his motions, drawing pleasure from a well-trained cunt designed for a cock larger than his own, but cinched tight from unwilling penetration. His claws seized her hips, and large breasts rocked back and forth as the Wolfman was seized by the instinct to fuck the female beneath him. Raphael flexed his fingers about the bulb at the end of her tail, “I wonder if I can make you moan, even while you feel the disgust of Alp's precum in the cunt that belongs only to me?"

She scowled over her shoulder, yet as his fingers twisted into the second femininity at the end of her tail, her expression of distaste was immediately washed away with a pleasured grunt, “That's what I thought." He leaned back, the pair on the table a show for the watching Dragoness, observant Viper and Felyne, and nervous looking Zoroark, the Cerberus not even bothering to watch, “You're right. It is my own fault for giving you too much slack on the leash. You're my Prey whore, and the only way to keep you together is for me to fuck you into submission!"

He twisted his fingers deep, the sound of Alp's cock plunging her cunt turning sloppy, “I'm not going to let him cum in you, Kal. But if you fuck up like this again, I swear to the World God, Alp will knot your cunt, Tal will put a load in your ass, you'll suck Ra's cock, and I might even let Hiro use your tail! Now, are you fucking sorry!?"

Raphael watched her melted expression twist into reason, “Yes, Master!" Her voice was broken and queasy, her expression caught between disgust and pleasure, “I'm sorry, Master! Fuck! Please don't fucking ever leave us behind again! We can't be on our own! I go fucking crazy when you don't fuck me!"

He looked up, but before he could even ask, “I'm sorry, Master! I need you! When you're not there, I can't sleep! I can't eat! I can't think! Please never leave me again!"

The Beastlord turned to Bravura, “Go see the Inn staff for some drinks and snacks. Speak to the Vipers outside and get them to help you with it. I think around an hour of this will do…"

For an hour, it felt like an eternity. After a time, fingers became the entirety of Raphael's arm, and he fisted Kali's tail with a brutality which only his Apex Ability powered sexual stamina could allow. It was enough for the pleasure to ride astride her biological aversion to the seed of any male but her mate, but she was unable to find climax, each convulsion in which she came just short torture for the Wolfman who fucked with passion born of desperation for an orgasm which would never arrive.

They begged, but cries fell on deaf ears, their cries for mercy eventually becoming the resigned moans of stifled pleasure. Neither could cum, and neither could cease their rut, it was a torture which would have continued until they collapsed from exhaustion had Raphael not finally relieved them of the directive. Alp immediately unsheathed himself, falling from the table onto one of the cushions, and his Master was quick to react.

He seized the Zoroark to his other side, disturbing Dia in his lap as he dragged the pokemon over to Alp, twisting his fingers into their mane and slamming his muzzle down the length of knotted Wolfman cock. Finally under the direct ministrations of his Master, Alp came immediately, howling atrociously, his furred orbs twitching, an hour of the hardest edging of his life finally unleashed in a potent cumshot straight down the throat of the struggling fox.

“No. Don't [Swallow]." He pulled back the Zoroark, until only the tip remained in their muzzle, “[Hold] it in your mouth as best you can. Don't think you're getting off easy. Punishment is a one-time thing for these two, but you're on the hook as a slut for the rest of your life!" The load was copious enough for his cheeks to bulge, a little white flowing over his lower lip as the compulsion of [Tame] held his mouth shut.

Moira wanted a show? He'd give her one. Raphael shed his armour and took the place that Alp had once occupied, lifting up the hips of the collapsed Manticore and sinking his own maleness into a cunt slick with Wolfman precum and Kali's own desperate lust, “Let me show you how you fuck a Prey whore!"

Kali moaned whorishly, burbling out her relief as her Master at last took her, “Thank you! My body is only for you, Master! My tail! My cunt! My ass! My mouth! I'm shaped just for your cock! Only you can make me cum! Everything is shit when you're not there! Not just the sex! I fucking love you, now fucking fuck me!" She rolled her hips, “I'm your Prey slut! Make me your fucking whore! Ah!"

With one hand dragging the base of her tail up to better allow the slamming of his hips, his other had found her chest, and against durable flesh he was ferocious in his toying with her. His nails gouged into indecently large breasts, finding the pink peaks of them and dragging them out lewdly, “Surrender, Prey. We've got an audience." He inclined his head towards the distant Dragoness, “Make sure she hears you when you cum."

“I love Master! I love his cock! He's a mighty Predator, and I'm his Prey!" She screamed, her cunt spasming, “Master makes me feel so good! I can't live without him! I didn't chase him just to fuck! I was just so fucking lonely!" Her tail flicked outward, uncontrollable, “I need your cum, Master! Please! Wash everything else away! Make my body remember it belongs to you! I'm your slave! I'm your Pet!"

Raphael growled, the hand at her breasts finding instead her throat as he dragged the Manticore into him, his first load of the day planted deep inside her spasming womb. It was copious enough to eclipse the precum left behind by Alp, clearing her cunt of the seed of the lesser male as her orgasm washed their combined essence over his thighs.

If there was anything left, he had just the way of taking care of it, the Beastlord heaving Kali onto her back as she gasped desperately, his next command delivered to Raine, “[Approach]." The dutiful Viper slithered forth immediately, “[Down]." Her head lowered, and he brought her large maw to the crotch of the Manticore, “Use your [Tongue]. I don't want to see a single drop of cum when I come and check on you."

“Yes, Master!"

Raine pressed forwards, her jaw opening wide and then clasping down on the entire crotch of the other female. Her fangs remained sheathed, the Viper very careful not to prick the one her Master had ordered her to tend to. That tongue was tremendous in length and dexterity, able to explore the deepest reaches of the cunt before her, and rather than linger at the entrance, she immediately penetrated all the way into Kali's womb to scoop out a mighty lap of Raphael's essence.

“Nooo! That's mine!" Kali struggled, but her stamina was spent from an hour of futile pounding, and then the brutal ministrations of her Master, “You snake… whore! Fuck! Are you going to torture me to!? Fuck you!"

“How vulgar. As expected of lesser species." Moira commented from the corner, reclining back against the wall and watching proceedings, “Of course you have conquered the Manticore. Her tiny mind simply yielded to being mated so roughly-“

Raphael scowled, “I said you could watch. I did not say that you could insult my Pets. Say what you will of me, but another word against them and you can fuck off."

“How dare you say such a thing to royalty!? Is this what made you so disagreeable when I spoke of the Viper on the docks!? Such savagery!" Moira pouted, but accepted his words, silent in audience.

The Beastlord surveyed his assembled Pets, deciding now to return to a sputtering Hiro, with Alp still grinding his face into his crotch despite them long since having cum. He pushed down the Wolfman in full, forcing the Zoroark up his body until their cocks lay side by side. Alp had a good two inches more, and a significantly more sizable knot – and again Hiro was shamed by a grander maleness. Though, with his mouth still full of cum, he couldn't speak a word.

“I see all it took was a muzzle full of cum against your will for you to be as hard as stone again, you slut." He looked over their shoulder into Alp's eyes, “Spead him for me." The Wolfman acquiesced, a large hand finding each cheek of the Zoroark's ass and pulling, presenting their hole for the tip of Raphael's questing length, “[Open] your muzzle, Alp. You're my Bitch. And every drop of this cumshot that my Whore can't keep in his mouth is going down your throat."

Small vulpine orbs pressed against large lupine ones, thick fur against fine, and both cocks were seized in Raphael's hands as he thrust his own inside the Zoroark. Immediately a sputter of essence fell into Alp's maw, and the Wolfman swallowed down his own seed, his expression one of depraved pleasure. Every act of submission made the canine length throb, while the fox required a ruinous humiliation.

Without oil, this was a difficult insertion, but the aid of Alp spreading the Zoroark and his own Manticore slicked length made things slightly easier. He'd trained Hiro well during the palanquin ride back to Westport, their initiation as a sex slave being to spend most of that time sheathed on his cock. Now he fit like a glove, forced to cling to the larger male beneath him as Raphael immediately began to drown him in what had become a familiar pleasure.

It was hard to find his breath around the mass of wolf cum in his mouth, his cheeks bulged, and the sight of the open jaws below catching any droplet which leaked free invoking a whorish enjoyment of the depravity of the moment. Was he going to become like this Wolfman? Would his Master fuck him until he joyously swallowed down his own seed with such a blissed out expression on his face? Was that how he looked now? Moaning through his nose, cum dribbling down his chin, his cock hard against a larger male, and his Master fucking him?

Raphael grabbed him by the throat, forcing the fox low, until his muzzle was just short of the gaping maw of the wolf. A voice in his ear, “[Spit] it all out."

Every drop spilled forth, the submissive Bitch below drinking it down, and as he did so, their larger cock throbbed, and a potent load of canine cream was added to both of their chests, “Master! Fuck! The wolf! He's so! Why am I so fucking horny!?" The scene aroused him profoundly, the sight of a Bitch which had entirely surrendered to their Master, an image of what he could become. No, what he would become, “I understand now! This is why I have to be raped by other males! Because every lesser cock that I take lets me see how perfect yours is!"

There was a lewd slapping sound as Human orbs slammed against the soaked fur or Hiro's undercarriage, “Fuck me, Master! Make me like the Wolfman! I want everyone to rape me! I want to be wrestled down and roughly fucked against my will! I want to be called a slut and a whore! I want to be made a faggot, and I can look at all of these lesser males and feel like a God, because they can't make me cum! Only you can! Only the best Male! You're making me-“

He added his load to their pressed together chests, a mess of vulpine and canine essence dousing their fur. The proximity of the two submissive males was enough for Raphael to reach his peak, the Human growling not unlike the two species below him as he buried his seed deep inside the Zoroark, Releasing Hiro for them to fall atop the Wolfman, “Alp, tell him what it means to be my Bitch. Let our guest hear you."

Alp swallowed, cleaning his lips of his own cum, “I'm the pack Bitch! It's Master's right to fuck me whenever and however he wants!" He embraced the Zoroark to him, providing space enough for Raphael to position his cock beneath their swaying tail, “I'm a good boy! I serve him in every way! I protect our Lair, I walk at his side! I suck his cock and I raise my tail! Love isn't a word that Wolfmen understand, but Master taught me what it meant! I'll do anything to be his favourite! I'm not like the others! I don't have a life outside of Master! Master is all I need!"

It had initially troubled Raphael that the Wolfman had imprinted on him so deeply as to discard all else, their whole existence coming to revolve around him. But in time, he'd come to accept it. The knowledge that Alp regarded him so highly was what drove him in his most troubled times to be more than he was, to strive to become the Master that he was envisioned to be. Determination, and the guidance of Dia, would take him there. His Pets deserved no less.

His cock found a hole which Alp always oiled in anticipation of him, the natural regeneration of his species making sure that every time they fucked he would always feel virginal. With the Zoroark crushed between them, Raphael fucked his most loyal Pet, the savage Wolfman turned domesticated lapdog. He did nothing to hold back his own moans, indulging himself freely as he made sport of his Bitch, driving the Wolfman to his third orgasm by the time he finally gave them a gaping creampie to match the dazed fox draped over them.

Moira swallowed thickly, “I-I approve of your subjugation of the Zoroark! It is a worthy punishment to make them into a sex-slave. Though, undercut somewhat by how much they seem to have enjoyed being turned into your Pet whore." The chubby Dragoness was grinding her legs together, hoping to keep the motion concealed in the shadows of the corner, “I am surprised to see a Wolfman made so domesticated. It is very arou- interesting to see your male Pets at play!" She huffed, “Continue!"

Hiro would become a lot more than a sex-slave under the guidance of his Master. Indulging his fetish was hardly a punishment, and Raphael was determined to make a real Hero out of this Zoroark trickster and make truth of their lie. Of course, he wouldn't be getting around to that until he'd finished making him into a submissive whore Pet that was entirely reliant on him. Alp was very proactive in how he served his Master, but Hiro seemed to enjoy having precisely the same sort of depravity forced on him instead. Looking down at the pair, he imagined he would have them both together often.

Kali had long since been cleansed of any remaining Wolfman essence, and every ounce of cum that Raphael had poured into her womb was devoured along with it. Raine had made use of that long and dexterous tongue to fulfil her Master's order, but then continued in order to satiate her own sense of unease. This particular Pet was one she couldn't imagine getting along with – too aggressive, too impulsive, too illogical. While in such a weakened state, it gave the Viper a strange sense of satisfaction to make the other female squirm so desperately. Her Master had demanded that she get used to eating cunt, after all – so why not consider this all a continuation of that musing?

She found a hand on the back of her hood, and as the returning Raphael ground her face into the Monster Girl snatch before her, her tongue far past cervix and exploring passageways where it was never meant to go, Kali came particularly violently and then went limp. Her nostrils flared as Raphael pulled her back, tasting his Manticore on her lips as he joined his own with hers passionately. To be controlled directly by him was as satisfying as receiving an order, and little by little she had come to be accustomed to this intimacy. Foreplay before he commanded more. And he always commanded more.

He pulled back, drawing alongside her body and reclining with her, “That's it. I want the Dragoness at the door to see this…" Raphael exposed her completely, “[Cling] to me sweetly. But only with your arms." He commanded her embrace, his hand draping downwards to spread her cloaca wide, “Bring up your [Tail] tip." There was only one way to interpret that order, and she brought the end of her long serpentine tail to her entrance.

Beneath the spread of his fingers, her sensitive opening was slick and needy, the gentle ministrations of fingers which had learned her body well knowing just how to stoke her arousal. There was a pressure against the spread of her folds, the parting of her scales, “[Fuck] yourself with your tail. Don't stop until you [Cum]."

Raphael cradled her head, drawing her into his chest, yet he ensured always that she was exposed fully to her former controller, forced to show her face to the Dragoness as pleasure melted her features, the press of her tail, inch by inch, making a lewd sound unbecoming of a disciplined Viper. No longer a perfect blade, her Master was taming her into the perfect sheathe, a vessel for his desires, disciplined and devoted to his commands, “[Flick] the tip. I know you like it that way."

He controlled her so completely, the twitch of her tail deep within her a perfect ecstasy, the press of it parting her cloaca far too wide. His hand grabbed it, forcing it to grind as deeply as it could without injury, and he held the Viper to that stretch, “[Clench] your internal muscles on it. [Milk] your own tail as if it were my cock." He flexed his fingers around the length, enjoying showing off his prize, “Let everyone know how happy you are to be owned by me."

Raine shuddered, and directed her voice towards the Dragoness, “Following Master's commands is so fulfilling!" Her serpent features had become more and more expressive, her eyes brighter, nothing like the Viper guards beyond the doorway, “He made me into a person! And that person is –“ She moaned, clinging to his arm, “His Pet politician, and his faithful whore!" Her tongue flickered, “I can finally say what I want! What I want is-“

“[Remove] your tail. [Spread] your cloaca."

“What I want is Master's cock!" She spread herself wide with her fingers, writhing with pleasure as he took her lower body in his arms and sheathed himself into the hole which belonged to him. Her tail was broad, and while dexterous it could not reach deeply. But, his cock could sink into her core, something warm and hard for her internal muscles to seize and clench around. Every time he slapped against her, the sensitive spread of flesh around her entrance met the cum-drenched groin, his swinging orbs, and it made her eyes roll back as she came immediately.

Fangs were bared unbidden, and Raine was forced to lick her own venom from them as her Master continued to pound her servile cloaca. She'd forgotten about the Dragoness, her small act of vengeance against the Manticore, all that mattered was following the commands of her Master – his voice, the directives of his body, her place was to clear her head of all thoughts but the ones that he put there. That was her religion, that was how she would become a living sheathe, that was the oneness of thought and motion which she now sought!

His seed was a blessing, a pleasure so deep that when Raphael announced his orgasm with a low groan, her tail slapped against the ground hard enough to dislodge the linked tatami. She had control enough over her internal muscles to milk each et of essence from him, drawing it deeper into her core, revelling in the warmth of it, “[Show] off that creamed cloaca."

Her fingers spread her opening, and Raphael pulled out, awaiting the inevitable comment, “I have never seen so expressive a Viper before." The Dragoness' voice was low, “Perhaps some sort of defect or mutation?" Her breaths were slightly shaky, “Is the fulfilment you offer enough to make even this slave-soldier race surrender to passion?"

The room was in half-darkness, and Moira had shuffled herself more thoroughly into a corner. The scene playing out before her had started to become overwhelming, the moans, the cries of passion, the outcries of devotion. Raphael indulged himself savagely, yet curtailed his desires to match the tastes of each one of his Pets just as he had proclaimed. The scent was cloying, the potent musk of rut, the spent seed of submissive male sluts and the arousal of debauched female whores.

Raphael was making sport of them all. He locked Hiro into a full-nelson and fucked him hard, making sure that she'd ample view of his foxhood bouncing up and down with every thrust, his orgasm delivered over his own face. He'd crossed his hands over the muzzle of his Wolfman and poured an orgasm down his throat, his balls slapping their chin – and ordered Alp to raise his leg so that she could observe his untouched cock spraying its load over the floor for nothing but the taste of his Master's seed.

The Manticore begged for another load in her cunt, and he shamed her by putting one in her ass, spreading her femininity wide and having Raine drive her to ruinous pleasure with her tongue, draping the long appendage over his swaying orbs on every backstroke. He spread the insides of the Viper wide and showed off the mess he'd forced inside her body, the thick strands of creamy white – and then had Kali return the favour by licking her clean while she undulated her body to force out the load of cum from her core for their waiting tongue.

Moira's right sleeve had been empty for quite some time. She positioned her body slightly side on, taking advantage of the darkness, but fooling nobody. Her fingers had long been delving her own cunt, pumping in time to the thrusts of the Beastlord, and leaving behind a wet mark on her robes. The mood had overtaken her, this orgy of debauched pleasure, but also a strange air of fulfilment, the satisfaction of pleasure found inside genuine bonds.

It ended with Raphael stood alone, with Viper, Manticore, Wolfman, and Zoroark, all scattered around him. Were there not more? She was sure there were more. But right now, she couldn't remember. Right now, she didn't care. The voice of the Human cut through the fugue, “Are you satisfied, Princess Moira?"

She blinked. Her legs had become mildly spread, the positioning of her hand inside her robes now obvious, her sense of decorum lost entirely. How long ago was not clear. She withdrew her fingers quickly, and muted though the soft lewd sound which accompanied their removal from her slickened cunt, it sounded in this moment to be deafening, “Ahem! Ah-“

Moira retreated further into the darkened corner, “It – It appears that you are as true as your word, Saint!" She tried to find her senses, desperately searching for the right words to reassume her overblown persona, “This –“ The Dragoness swallowed, “This noble and merciful Princess shall let you off the hook this time!" No, there were so many more concessions that she wanted, but none would come to mind, “I have business elsewhere! This is too much time to waste on inferior species! I must – I must go!"

She fled, leaving behind a rather bemused looking Raphael. After she had confirmed the reports of his character, he rather expected that it would lead to some sort of demand, this show serving as nothing but a prelude. Yet, clearly flustered in the wake of all that had transpired, with femcum coating her fingers, the Dragoness had beat a hasty retreat and simply allowed this grave offence to slide. Though, he had little time to grapple with his confusion.

“I hope you're not forgetting about us, Master." A voice from the shadows.

“We're so horny!" A needy bounding tone.

“You shall repay us for that shameful bow!" Snarling.

Dia set a paw to his abdomen and pushed the Beastlord down, the Cerberus advancing forward to set her forepaws at his shoulders and to capture his cock between their bodies, “Watching that, we have a good idea what we're working with now…" Her canine cunt was soaked with need, “Bending over backwards for every member of your Monster Harem. We knew we picked the right Master." He made no move to resist her as she teased him, “You fucked them all hard enough to drive away Moira. We could smell her need. You probably could have used [Tame] if you'd been forceful with her."

Raphael swallowed, supporting his upper body with his arms behind him as the Cerberus placed herself atop him, “I don't know who Moira is." His answer was simple, “I thought she was a blackhearted villain, but it doesn't feel like it's genuine." The chance for penetration passed as her cookie moved upwards, “Ah- She's using me for something. Testing me. It's dangerous."

Dia scoffed, and her other two heads mirrored the expression, “You are the Master. You shall bow to no one. Those that you desire shall become your Pets. And you shall fulfil us all. We demand that you are worthy." She licked his cheek, “Now, be a Good Boy. We waited until all of the others were out for our turn. Hold still and let us ride this cock until we're satisfied!"

Her slightly protruding cunt parted for his maleness, the canine sinking into his lap with three differing expressions of pleasure. There was a strange depravity to it even now, but the Cerberus rode him with competency and care, massaging his shaft inside the silken vice of her spade. As a Spirit, she was not a creature of flesh and blood, but existed in a different state of matter entirely. She was like a living spell, a manifestation of the same sort of divine power which is brought into the world as a fireball or pillar of ice. In the darkness, with her eyes glowing crimson, she had never felt more ethereal than now.

By cycling her dominant head, she could keep pace with him well – though eventually it was a resistance that he could overcome with vigour and technique. But never when she was in control. And Dia liked to be on top. She rode him hard, pushing up and down his length with her hindlegs, her heads thrown back and throats exposed to him, each head uttering its own depravities. Left vocalisations of pleasure, Right demands for more, and Dia at the core lavishing him with the image of the greater Master which she would help him to become.

It was hard to really acknowledge her lessons when he was in the process of putting his first orgasm into her core, but it was then that the Cerberus sniffed the air and dismounted, looking rather disappointed that she'd only just managed to start. For a very cocky looking Bravura swang in through the window.

He'd slipped away quite early on for the sake of his mission, a clandestine affair he'd cut the Cerberus out of to avoid her giving them away. It seemed that nobody else had really noticed his absence either, “You won't believe how hard it is to do that with only one arm, Meowster!" He looked upon the ruin of the chamber and returned the smile to his face, approaching Raphael slowly, and lowering his voice, “I found it. Hidden under a really detailed file all about mew, and a brutal looking dildo!" He scoffed, pleased with himself, “The Prince's Royal Seal. Just like mew guessed."

Bravura beamed, Raphael ruffling his headfur, “Now, Meowster – before we decide what to do… can I have my turn?"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to User VestoV for calling this series 'Based' and making me smile. To User Etnom1, who will indeed be seeing some dragons. To user Sewuyy for provoking some humour between best buds Kali and Alp and for their suggestions. And to User AaAAaAaAaAAAaaHhHhhHhh for picking up all the hints. You know, I have to open a previous chapter each time to copy-paste your name? Thanks for sticking around, you legend.

Thank you as always for every fave, watch, vote, and comment. This one came much quicker than I anticipated, reamed out mostly all in one go - it was a lot of fun to write the Pets all interacting, and to bring in Moira at last. There's a conspiracy afoot, and for whatever reason, she's intercepted a potent magical weapon before it could reach the Emperor. A pity that the rest of the night with Dia and Bravura to get through will give her enough time to escape! If anyone has any speculation on the endgame, I'd be pleased to hear it. Most of the puzzle pieces are there, but I'd be surprised if anyone guessed the complete picture until... Part V.

As always, if anyone has any ideas or suggestions for creatures, please leave them below. Nothing is certain until it's on the page, and I tend to go back and forth a lot - Sewuyy's recent suggestion of a Wildshaped character has really caught my imagination, but I'm not sure how to implement it. Most suggestions from now would end up in Arc Three. The remaining space in the current Arc that's not spoken for is currently a Male Yagudo. But, if anyone suggests a better Samurai-esque male creature before I start work on it on Friday, I'll replace it!

Have a most excellent day.

Extra: A comment from User ForgeFather381 has put an idea in my head. Would there be any demand for 'Shorts' featuring some individual intimate moments with the Pets, like covering Talion's punishment for breaking the bath, or a day in the life of Alp, or Kali's sportsday? Not integral to the story really, just some little lewds on the side to give some of the Pets opportunity to shine a little outside of Interludes which feature everyone, and their main introduction chapters. If there's demand, or anyone has any thoughts, please drop a comment!

Extra Extra: I couldn't help myself and reamed it out in an afternoon when I should have been doing Pathfinder campaign prep. Check out 'The Pets: Talion' if you're interested!