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This is the sixth part of The Expedition series, where Percy meet's the witch's son, Andro. It's a bit longer than usual.Fell free to post questions, suggestions, or concerns in the comments.

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Some wise man once said that there are three things that bring a man joy: gold in his pockets, death for his enemies, and a woman on his lap. He'd said that a man would only be truly happy when he had all three of these things, and if he didn't have all of them he would suffer a longing at the very base of his soul. In my present position, I had only one of those things, and I certainly agreed about wanting the others. I couldn't have gold in my pockets firstly because I wasn't wearing any clothes, and secondly because I was a slave to a ruthless witch. I was working on getting death for my enemies, but it would take quite a bit of manipulation, deceit, and stabbing before I could finally claim it. What I did have was a woman on my lap, in a sense. She wasn't really a woman so much as a six foot six bipedal wolf, and instead of being on my lap she was bent over as I pounded away at her rump.

“Ooooooh, s-slave, oh, don't… haaah… don't stop…" Delsha Markokken was having the time of her life, positively delirious with pleasure as I hit both of her special spots with my fingers and my cock. My free hand squeezed her breast and teased her nipples, which through experimentation I'd discovered she loved. In fact, I could probably just sit on her lap and suckle at her tit like a pup while rubbing her slit, and she'd cum in a matter of minutes. But, for now at least, I decided to indulge myself in a bit of traditional rutting.

“Mmph, you like that, mistress?" Each thrust drove me deeper into her, surrounding my member with delectable warm wetness.

“Ahhhh… yes… oh gods…" She pushed back against me with amorous gusto, squeezing against my engorged member with all her strength. I had no idea how much of her ecstasy was from my increased dick size, but she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. She kept on moaning incoherently, occasionally telling me to go faster or harder with a coherent sentence.

It was hard to avoid getting enraptured in the rutting with the blissful friction and her encouraging vocalizations, but looking back to that miserable night dispelled any notion of lust or love I had for the wolf. She was a monster, pure and simple, and the fact remained that no matter how many times she let me fuck her she was still a heartless slaver. While she was fueled by bestial lust and animalistic instinct, my actions were based on a mixture of deception and hatred. Every pleasurable thrust into her hot, slick, insides, every rub against her soft, silky loins, every squeeze of her soft, supple breasts, was just another ruse to gain her trust. The more she trusted me, the more I could get away with, and once she trusted me enough I could get Nialla back and escape the wolves' clutches.

“Something's… mmmph, I think I'm gonna…" I began slowing down as she approached her orgasm, trying to hold her on the brink without letting her fall. I found I always liked making her squirm, and there was no better way to get results than this. The last time we screwed, I managed to edge her for a full minute, but I felt that was far from all I could manage. I thrust myself in as deep as I could, then began rubbing painfully slow circles around her slit, teasing her nub every time I felt her tense muscles relax. Before long she was whining for release, looking back at me as she pleaded with her eyes. I wasn't about to let her cum just yet, though, and deep down I knew she loved getting all pent up. It was hard judging how close she was based on the tension of her muscles and the way she squeezed on my cock, but I still got a minute and a half before she finally hit her climax.

And boy did she cum, her arms giving way as she let out an apocalyptic yowl of ecstasy. Her torso slid back and forth on the bed as I went into overdrive, slapping against her with primal ferocity. She was twitching, shaking, and clamping down on my cock in her haze of pleasure, and with me slamming into her snatch with brutish endurance she could hardly think straight. I was having a pretty good time as well, all things considered, with pressure building up in my own body as her insides slid around me. Her disjointed moans and fragmented speech were music to my ears, and since I hadn't had any release since the start of our encounter I was eager to finally cum. Granted, I'd probably have to finish into my own hand, but it would still be better than getting blue-balled.

She finally began winding down as I neared my limit, regaining her posture and poise with some difficulty. I was about to pull out and finish myself off when she said something I didn't expect: “Finish breeding me, slave. I want to feel your seed inside me."

I was about to ask her for clarification when I realized what she meant, and I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip. I leaned in over her as I put in my last few strokes, and whispered into her ear, “Thank you, mistress." With a few final thrusts I pushed myself over the edge, cramming myself deep inside her as I started spurting semen. A few more weak thrusts combined with her clamping down worked to milk me of every drop, and I shuddered ecstatically as my seed filled her up.

Eventually I stopped cumming, and after a brief respite I pulled myself out of her with a loud slurping sound. A bit of my sticky cum dripped onto the sheets, ultimately ignored in the aftermath. As she rolled over onto her back, I realized there was something else I could do for her. “What a mess I've made, mistress." I sluttily said, and I lay down and put my mouth to her vulva. Her legs crossed over my head as I began licking away our mixed juices, and I could tell from how she pressed me in that she was enjoying having me subservient like this.

“Mmmm, you're such a good little-“ She was interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door swinging open, followed by the sound of small paws walking across floorboards.

“Mistress Morkokken, I brought lunch up for- oh my…" I thought the voice belonged to Jheri, but seeing as how she had my face clamped onto her crotch I couldn't look up to make sure.

“Set it down over there, slave," said the wolf, “and it should go without saying that you will never tell anyone about this. Are we clear?"

“Y-yes ma'am." I could have been mistaken, but I thought he sounded almost flustered. I could hear him walking a short distance, setting something down, and then closing the door behind him as he left. Afterwards, the wolf uncrossed her legs from behind my head, letting me get a breath of fresh air.

“So, slave, I think I've found you a job. What would you say to doing this again once I get back?" She looked down at me with a smirk, tousling my hair with one paw. “Given how well you've done, I think this might not just be something for when I'm in heat."

Confusion sprouted in the back of my mind. “Where are you going?"

“I'm taking Sola on another raid tonight, we'll be spending the afternoon preparing and planning." She looked off into the distance for a moment before refocusing on me. “She's growing up so fast… maybe she'll bag a friend to keep you company."

I felt sorry for whatever poor bastard they would grab in the night, but one more body meant better chances of me escaping. “I think I'd like that." I said, trying to channel my inner trophy wife. I then tried to pull together some semblance of formality, in an attempt to make myself seem more subservient. “Mistress, thank you for giving me this opportunity to-"

“Oh, shush, slave, enjoy your rest while it lasts. I just have to get one thing for you before I'll let you go." She swung herself off the bed, walking back into the study area and closing the door behind her.

Once she was gone, I took a moment to figure out some kind of plan. First, I'd find out where Nialla was being held, and what I'd have to do to get her back. Next up was some warm winter clothes, or something else that would keep me from freezing to death. Then I'd need a map of some kind, something to get me back to snow leopard territory. Some extra gear would be nice, but hard to get, so I might have to make do with the essentials. Finally, I'd have to actually escape: I'd need to get everything, then somehow sneak out of the house without alerting anyone. Once I was free, I might have to dodge some hunting parties that the wolves could send after me. It was quite the challenge, but if I wanted my freedom it was the only way forward. Of course, there might be other options, but-

“Oh slave, I've got something for you…" My train of thought was interrupted by the wolf returning through the door, holding something behind her back with one paw. As I sat up, she started to move around my side, making sure not to show what was behind her. “Just close your eyes for a bit, and don't move a muscle." I stupidly complied, and didn't open my eyes until a band of cold leather touched my neck. Before I could do anything, I heard the metallic click of a lock being snapped into place.

I scrambled to my feet and whirled around, feeling the thing she had put on the base of my neck. It seemed to be made mostly of leather, dotted at intervals with round metal studs. There was a clasp in the back, secured in place with a heavy lock. It was locked on fairly tight, and I could only fit two fingers under it. There was even a metal tag attached to it, stamped with a symbol I didn't recognize. As I swallowed, I felt my adam's apple rub against the collar.

The wolf seemed amused at my shocked expression, and sauntered over to me before taking the tag of the collar with one hand. “You didn't think I'd risk letting my new fuck toy run away, did you?" Her voice brimmed with malicious mirth, making me fear something worse was coming next. “Besides, how else am I to tell the world I own you? Now get moving, slave, Andro could use some help with his chores." After a brief moment of shock I complied, moving back through her study and out into the hall. On the way I grabbed my loincloth off the floor, quickly tying it around my waist for decency. I noticed in horror that the growth potion hadn't worn off, and with it in full swing the tip of my cock peeked out from under the cloth. As I descended the stairs, I realized I had another task: get this damn collar off.

Once I reached the bottom, I nearly ran into the male wolf pup, quickly remembering that he was named Andro. He slipped past me and started up the stairs, but before he could leave I called out to him. “Andro, your mother wanted me to help you."

He turned back to me with a perplexed look on his face. “Really? Well, uh… I guess you don't know what my chores are, do you? Let me show you, its just in the kitchen." He quickly headed back down the stairs, leading me around the corner to the sitting room. Inside were several roughly made sofas, and sitting on one of them was a young wolf with dark grey fur. She looked to be roughly 18 in human years, clad in a simple black robe. She was reading a scroll of some kind, and with the light of the window at her back I could see arcane-looking symbols through the parchment. As Andro and I walked by, she gave me a swift glance before shamefully looking back down at the scroll. It took me a second to realize she was staring at my groin, and I quickly blushed as I realized my junk must be a bit out in the open.

Once we got into the kitchen, I saw that Jheri was hard at work scrubbing the cauldron he'd been cooking in clean, using a rag and water from an indoor pump. When he looked up at me I swore I could see jealousy in his eyes, and his idling smile turned down to a frown. He stopped scrubbing for a moment before realizing I was staring, then went back to it with an angry flair.

“Hey Jheri, why don't you go out and work on the fence some more? The new guy can take over here." Andro seemed oblivious as Jheri stared daggers at me, then bumped into me on purpose as he passed. Once he'd left, I settled into scrubbing the cauldron out with the surprisingly warm water. It took me awhile to get some of the patches of grime off, but I was making good progress by the time Andro started talking.

“So where exactly are you from? I've never seen something like you before." When I looked up, I saw he was munching on a bowl of red berries, occasionally spitting out seeds into a different bowl.

“South," I muttered, turning bitter as I remembered my hometown. “Really far south."

“Oh? How far south? Like past the mountains south?"

“Something like tha-"

“Andro, Sola and I will be coming back tomorrow morning, you're the alpha of the house until then. Keep an eye on the new slave, would you?" The witch wolf was calling out from what sounded like the sitting room, and a few moments later I could hear the sounds of the wolves putting on gear.

“Yes mother, I'll take good care of him." Replied Andro, in the typical tone of an apathetic teen. It was then that I got an idea for how I could get part of my plan done.

“You know, I might be able to show you my homeland if you could get me a map." I tried to make my hushed whisper sound as intriguing as possible, hopefully piquing the young wolf's curiosity.

Andro's ears instantly perked up, then drooped as he remembered something. “Well, I would, but… mother doesn't like us going into her study. She always said there were too many dangerous things in there, and that we shouldn't go poking around. If she found out…"

“But she doesn't need to find out." His ears perked up again at my proposal, and he looked eager to hear the rest of my idea. “If we wait until after she's gone, then we can go up to her study and find a decent map."

“Well, I guess that could work. I'll see if I can get you a map once they're gone." Andro left for some other room in the house, an as he left I took a gander at his backside. From what I could see, he was quite athletic, with lithe, trim muscles of a mountain climber. The way his hips swayed as he walked began turning a few gears in my head, and I began formulating a rather outlandish plan. Since he was young, he was probably unsure of himself sexually, and might be easily swayed by a more mature partner. An amorous smirk here, an accidental rubbing there, and when he was all nice and flustered I could go in for the kill. After an intimate encounter or two, I could use the inevitable feeling of attachment to my advantage, wrapping him up in what he would think was true love. Then I could use him as a tool to escape, and maybe even bring him along when I went to get Nialla.

Oh god, what was I thinking, seducing a teenager? Ignoring the fact that it'd be cheating on Nialla even more, trying to get into a teenager's pants was just fucked up, and using said teenager like a tool through deceit and manipulation was doubly fucked up. I shook my head in disgust at my own thoughts, going back to scrubbing the pot clean. The only person I should even think about taking advantage of was the evil bitch who dragged me here in the first place.

After about fifteen minutes, Andro came back down with a rolled-up piece of paper tucked under one arm. “Alright, I found the furthest southern map I could… I think. I'm not too good with directions…"

“That's all right, I think I can manage. Do you know someplace we can roll it out?" I wondered how far south the wolves had charted, and how far north their tribe spread.

“I think the dining table will work well." he said, motioning for me to follow him. We went through the other doorway in the kitchen to a room with a large table and several chairs, where Andro hastily spread the map out. “We're about here," he said, his clawed digit resting just west of a place called “Dokval". We were further north than I expected, and as I scanned over the map I realized it would be some feat to get back home unaided. The characters on the map should have been indecipherable, but whatever the witch wolf had done to me made them as easy to read as English. From what landmarks I recognized I could tell the scaling was a bit off, but other than that it was a quality medieval map.

I leaned in close to him, my bare shoulder brushing up against his tunic. “Alright, if this is the snow leopard's territory, then my tribe lives right… about… here." My finger was a full foot south of the mountain range, hovering in the open air.

Andro's mouth twisted into a disbelieving frown. “But… that's the neverlands! You couldn't be from there, the world just ends!"

“Nope. There's plenty more south, way beyond where I'm from." I swept my hand away from the map, trying to give Andro an idea of how vast the world actually was. “There's cities full of things you wouldn't believe, things that you'd probably think were magic. I've been in buildings two hundred feet high, with moving rooms that take you up and down. Palinkeens with wheels that move on their own line the streets, moving faster than the quickest of your hunters. The warriors of our cities have weapons that spit flaming steel and let out thunder, most of which you can hold in one hand."

He certainly seemed intrigued, but with a fair bit of skepticism. “Really? That sounds… well, kind of hard to believe."

A grin spread across my lips as a plan began to form in my mind. “Oh, it's real. I had a few pictures of the stuff, but they got taken. I could show them to you if I could find my old gear."

Andro looked incredibly conflicted, with his ears back and his eyes darting around the room. “Well, I, ah… mother said not to give you clothing… just so you wouldn't run away, I mean… plus I don't think I should be going through her study…"

“Oh, don't worry, I just want the pictures. I promise not to make a break for the nearest horizon or anything, and I wouldn't since my homeland is so far away." He eyed the point where my finger had been before, gradually moving his gaze back toward Dokval. “Trust me, the views are worth it."

My words had sparked something in him, a curiosity that I could bend to my advantage. “Okay, I'll see if I can find it." He got up to leave, but before he could I gently took him by the arm.

“Maybe it's best if I'm there too. The pictures are pretty well hidden, but I know exactly where to find them."

He looked down at my hand on his arm, then back up to my eyes. I swore he almost seemed to blush, or would have been blushing if he was a human. “You, ahhhm… you sure?"

“Positive. Come on, it'll be quick." I strode off toward the stairs, hearing the sound of pawsteps a few seconds behind. It was a quick journey to the study, and once I got in there I started looking over the stuff right beside the door.

Andro walked in, moving to the center of the room and standing there sheepishly. Without thinking I closed the door, then turned back to Andro. “You have any idea where she might have stored it?"

He pointed one digit over to a large chest in the corner. “Maybe over there?" I hastily made my way over to the chest, popping the lid off with ease. Inside were a bunch of curios and knick knacks, and I sifted through them looking for my gun. I felt I could only rummage for a few moments before Andro got suspicious, so eventually I focused in on a familiar grey shape. I reached in and pulled out my backpack, brushing off a few small trinkets caught in the straps. I unzipped one of the bigger pockets, rifling around inside until I came across a white envelope marked “Home". It was then that I heard Andro creeping up behind me.

He seemed like he was trying to surprise me, but hesitated a few feet from where I stood. I thought I heard him muttering something, something along the lines of “Be assertive, be assertive." I faked rummaging around in my pack some more, pretending to not notice him in order to see what he would do. “He's your slave, just walk up and grab him," he whispered, seeming to be pumping himself up for something. “No, no, got to be a bit more subtle, a bit more… ah, screw it."

“Slave, you are bound to do as I ask, correct?" He was trying to speak with authority, but the fact that he was stumbling over his words a few seconds ago undermined the effect. I stood up and turned around to find him trying to stare me down, with his arms crossed and his legs spread at shoulder width. He eyed me with artificial smugness, but I could see the nervous kid in his eyes.

“Yes…" I began worrying about what he was thinking of doing, and that worry swiftly crept into my expression. I began sizing him up, wondering how likely it would be for me to take him down. We were even in terms of weight and height, but I had a bad feeling that his lupine anatomy would give him a serious edge. He was probably stronger than me, and if he managed to sink his teeth into something vital it would be bad news indeed. I looked for something I could hit him over the head with, maybe an ether bottle or a heavy sculpture.

“Then take off your rags."

It took me a second to realize he was referring to my loincloth, and a few more to register that he'd just told me to strip naked. He was smirking at me like he owned me, which, in a sense, he did. “I'm sorry, what?"

“Oh, do you need a demonstration?" He tried to make his voice drip with sensuality, but it came off as more of a light drizzle. He reached down to his belt buckle and tried to slip it off, but with his eyes locked on me it took him a few seconds of fumbling. Then he took off his tunic, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His last piece of clothing was a simple cloth undergarment which tightly clung to his flesh, leaving little to the imagination. With a dramatic yank of his paw he tore that off as well, leaving his whole body bare for the eye to admire. I had to admit, he looked even better from the front, with a nicely formed chest that was muscular but far from bulky. My gaze drifted downward, and I saw a little bit of red poking out of his fur-covered sheath. As he began sauntering toward me, I couldn't help but get mildly aroused.

I could tell he knew I was eyeing him, and he broke into a grin as he got close. He put one paw on my chin, bringing my gaze from his handsome package to his deep brown eyes. “You seem so… fluttery. I think I should give you something to remember me by, an incentive to stay right here." His tone continued to feel like something out of a porno comic, but the feeling of his fur against my flesh was real enough for my carnal side. His paws gently ran down my chest to my own waist, easily undoing the simple knot in my loincloth. As he began to fondle my junk, I wanted so bad to pull him closer, to kiss him right on his wolfish lips, to press myself into him and go wild like I had with Jheri, but a sense of decency took over. He was a kid, I was in a relationship, and I knew he'd just wind up emotionally messed up if I went through with this.

“Stop." I muttered, barely audible in the heat of the moment. I put my hand to his chest, pressing lightly against him, doing nothing to halt his advances. “Stop." I said it a bit louder this time, pushing harder and managing to get a few inches of distance between us. He didn't seem to get the message, though, and swiftly moved back into my space. “Stop!" This time I shoved him backwards with both hands, causing him to stagger backwards a few feet with a confused look on his face. He hesitated before trying to engage again, and I used that time to circle around and step back.

Andro was back to being a nervous kid, with panic and confusion making him stutter. “Do you not want it? D-did I do something wrong?" He tried to approach again, but I put up one hand to stop him.

“I'm not sure where you got the idea for this, but people don't just… have sex on command. Plus, you're, what, fifteen? That's just wrong."

I watched his confusion turn to despair, and the next time he spoke, his voice was little more than a sorrowful whisper. “But… you did it with the other slave… and with mother…"

I let out a long sigh. This was going to suck. “Jheri… was a mistake. I was thinking with my dick, and I let my emotions get the best of me. And with your mother, well… let's just say she didn't give me a whole lot of options."

He looked absolutely crushed, with his tail between his legs and his ears flattened. “I just… I thought… oh, what the hell is wrong with me?"

“Nothing's wrong with you." I stepped forward and put one hand on his shoulder as reassuringly as possible. “It's just that, well, I already have someone special." He looked a bit more hopeful, and I decided to continue the pep talk. “Believe me, if that weren't the case we'd be rutting like dogs. You are far from ugly, Andro, and I've had a few thoughts-"

“Could you teach me?" I saw him looking at me with excitement gleaming in his eyes. “You've had plenty of experience, and I think I could use a few pointers." I was about to object, but he retorted before I could say a word. “It wouldn't be romantic or anything, just a quick demonstration. Having some first hand experience would be a huge blessing, and I don't mind having my first time with… whatever species you are."

The righteous part of my mind was absolutely against it, but my reasoning and lust began to come to an opposing consensus. He was the witch's son, and having a close relationship with him could make my escape far easier. He'd already led me to my backpack, and with a bit of convincing he might be persuaded to let me escape. He couldn't make it more obvious that he was consenting, and thinking back to my own teenage years I could understand the feelings behind his first time. Plus, the thought of taking this sexy little wolf's virginity was too good to pass up. I still felt guilty about cheating on Nialla yet again, but considering that this could be a stepping stone to having her back in my arms I thought it was necessary.

“Alright, I'll teach you. Your very first lesson is that your mom's office isn't the best place to have sex." He looked down sheepishly for a moment, a bit of his confidence chipped away. “Come on, the slave quarters will work just fine." We both grabbed our clothes and made our way downstairs, carefully avoiding the bigger windows. A few minutes later, we were both in the dingy cell, still buck naked and waiting for the other to make a move.

“So… what now?" Andro was looking me over, wondering where to start.

“Well, I guess it depends on where you want to be. You could stay on top, or you can let me take the lead." I took a few steps closer, placing my hands on his chest and gently sliding them down to his hips. “With a body like yours, I think you could go either way."

He looked down as my curious hands began playing with his sheath. His warm, red member intrigued me, and as my hands went to work more and more of it began sliding out. “Maybe you should lead," He murmured, “you're the one with the experience." He began tracing his paws along my own body, feeling my own bare flesh against his pads.

“Want me to be the master for awhile?" I said, softly stroking his chin in my empty hand. He hesitated, then nodded slightly. His expression went from unease to surprise as I slipped my leg behind his, and changed to pure terror for a moment as I swept his legs out from under him and slammed him into a cot. Before he could catch his breath I was already on top of him, straddling his hips like a crouched cougar. He looked like I was about to rip his throat out, but as I leaned in and lightly kissed him he relaxed considerably.

We made out for quite awhile, our bodies pressing and rubbing together as our members brushed against each other. The shade of his mouth made it a rather one-sided affair, but he did experiment with a few tender licks here and there. I ran my hands through the soft, fluffy fur on his chest, ever so slightly teasing his pink, hardened nipples, feeling his heartbeat speed up as he got excited.

Suddenly he began twisting himself over, and I retreated back to let him do what he wanted to. He would up on all fours, with his tail raised high and his rump presented to me. After he looked back I realized what he wanted to do, and I shook my head in a chiding fashion. “You can't just rush straight to the finale, you've got to build up to it first. Here, turn around, I'll show you something else you can do." Andro spun around to face me, curiosity written all over his face. I laid back a bit in preparation, exposing my hard cock which stood up lie a flagpole. He looked up at me intently, waiting for my instruction, and I knew he was under my spell. “Alright, get your cute little maw down there and start sucking."

He hesitated, looking up at me with a confused look on his face. “How do I… you know, do it?"

“Just start with a few licks to get warmed up. When you're ready, try fitting the tip in your mouth." He looked down at my member, took the base in one paw, then gave it one long, slow lick. His wet tongue felt amazing against the head of my cock, so soft and warm as it slid up the shaft. He then looked up at me for approval, to which I gave a nod.

He began licking faster, slurping up my precum and licking all along my shaft. Before long he had a pretty good rhythm going, and I sat back as he went to town. The pleasure was simply electrifying, and as he kept on with it I started scratching behind one of his ears. Suddenly he stopped, and I looked down to see him fitting his mouth around it. He took to it like a fish to water, suckling on the tip and continuing to use his tongue, and after a moment he began using his paw as well. I was in heaven, and met his eyes with glowing satisfaction.

After a few minutes of this, I gently pushed him back. I could feel myself getting close to my limit, and if he kept on going he was going to make me cum. I didn't want the young wolf to have to deal with a spurt of jizz in his face, and I also wanted to save myself for the main event. Andro was looking up at me with worried confusion, probably wondering if he did something wrong. Before he could speak, however, I tried my best to reassure him. “That was perfect," I said, “but I don't want you finishing me off just yet. I think it's about time for the main course."

He looked both excited and worried as I slipped off the bed, and as I brought out Jheri's bottle of lubricant he seemed a tad confused. “Without something like this, it isn't nearly as fun." I explained. “Just get in position and I'll do the rest." He slowly got on his hands and knees, raising his tail up over his back as I dipped my fingers into the bottle. I took it slow, gently spreading a bit of lube around his puckered hole before pressing in. He winced a bit as my finger went inside, but seemed to relax after a few seconds. He squeezed around the intruding digit almost reflexively, and with a bit more lube application I was able to easily slip my finger in and out.

He looked back at me, and I could see a shadow of concern hanging over him. “Does it hurt when… you know… you stick it in?"

“It hurts at first, but the trick is to just relax into it. Don't worry, I'll take it slow." I shifted to rubbing lubricant on my stiff shaft, making sure the whole thing was as slick as a greased pig. Once we were both prepared, I moved into a kneeling position right behind his rump, my member inches from his inviting taint. I lightly grabbed him by the base of the tail, and guided my cock to the pink little hole between his cheeks. “You ready for this?" I asked, which he responded to by nodding and gritting his teeth.

With a few bits of doubt and guilt floating in my mind, I finally pressed the first inch in. He seemed to take it pretty well, clenching a bit on the tip of my member. Then came the second inch, which got a light gasp. Then it was three inches in, then four, and before I knew it I was balls-deep in the teenage wolf. He let out a little groan, and I could feel his muscles adjusting to the girth of my member. I leaned in and softly cooed, “You doing okay? It's not too much for you, is it?"

He let out a second groan, this one a bit more pleasant. “No, I just feel… full." He shifted his weight around a bit, squeezing my cock inside him. “It's kind of nice, actually. You can keep going, I'll be fine." With his permission, I carefully drew back my haunches, relishing the feeling and Andro's tiny little moans. When I moved back in, I tried to put pressure on the bottom of his insides, and as my cock rode over a firm little bump he let out a groan of pleasure.

“That," I said, “is the prostate. If you want to give a guy a good time, focus on that." Andro nodded slightly, and I began fully pumping in and out of him. He seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, if his contented moans were any indication, and it wasn't bad on my end either. His ass was tighter than anything I'd felt before, and the friction of his incredibly warm insides along my shaft was heavenly. However, I noticed he was just sitting there, and I thought he could do more to participate. “You should try pushing back against me and squeezing down, it really makes things better. A little dirty talk couldn't hurt either."

He started giving a bit more resistance, clamping his anal muscles down on my cock and pushing his hips back into mine. “Oh… fuck you're huge…" he muttered, digging his claws into the scant sheets in his cascade of painful pleasure. “I don't think… aahhhh… I don't think I'll be walking mmmph… after this…"

It was then that I got an idea for something else I could do. “Also, when you're screwing a guy in the ass, it's good form to give him some stimulation of his own." I reached my hand down under Andro, taking his warm member by the shaft. I couldn't see it, but I could tell it was all the way out and moist as hell. As I began stroking, I realized there was something on his cock I just didn't have, a rock hard bulge near the base. His moans became far more intense as my hand started stroking his junk, and he pleaded for me to keep going. I tried to time the movement of my hand to be in synch with my hips, spreading his precum with my hand as I crammed myself into his tight, hot hole. My fingers began exploring his foreign, lupine penis, first going for the tapered head. The shape was certainly odd, but he wasn't that much bigger than me. My hand moved back down to the lump, and imagined sticking something like that in Nialla. I seemed to recall that dogs got sort of stuck together after sex, and given the size of this thing I wouldn't be surprised.

It was then that he muttered something under his breath, something I didn't understand at first. When I didn't change course, he said it a bit louder: “Squeeze the base…" It only took a moment for me to slip my hand behind the knot, right where his cock disappeared into its sheath. Touching it made him seem to perk up, and as my fingers circled around it he let out a whimper of joy.

Suddenly I went back to stroking the shaft, maintaining the rhythm of thrusting. I felt I was close to the end but not quite there, and Andro was in a similar position. “Let's save that trick for the grand finale," I whispered into his ear, “I wouldn't want you blowing your load too early." He groaned in disappointment, but considering how hard I was pounding into his slick hole, he was hardly in a position to complain.

I felt that familiar tension building up in my loins, my body winding itself up to fill Andro's ass with cum. I went a bit faster until he too was right on the edge, then tried to keep him there while working on myself. At last I finally reached the pinnacle of pleasure, and in a spark of inspiration rolled myself onto my back while taking him with me. As my cock started spurting hot cum inside him, I grabbed the base of his member in one hand and furiously stroked the shaft with the other. He let out an ecstatic howl as he began cumming up into the air, his own seed splattering onto his chest and stomach. We both spurred each other onward, milking the other with massaging hands and clenching muscles. I could tell Andro had way more volume than I did, and by the time I came down from my own orgasm he was still going strong. My hands kept working at him like a dairy cow, keeping him paralyzed with pleasure. When he finally returned to his senses, he was tired, panting, and covered in cum both inside and out. I slowly removed my cock from inside him with a satisfying slurp, and gently slipped out from under him.

It wasn't long before I had my cock washed off, and afterwards I put my scant clothing back on. When I turned around, I found Andro standing dazed beside the cot. He looked at me, murmuring, “Could you draw up a bath? I really need to get cleaned up." I nodded once, and with his help I was able to find and fill the tub with lukewarm water. Andro increased the temperature with a few mystic syllables, and contentedly slid into the water. I was about to leave and maybe explore the house a bit when he called out to me.

“Hey, er, slave, I… thanks for doing this. I think it really helped me unwind." His warm smile made me feel guilty about pulling his strings. I might be able to avoid deliberately hurting him, but there was no telling what my escape might do to his mental well-being.

I met his friendly expression with one of my own. “You know, you can call me Percy if you want." I regretted it as soon as I said it, however, and worried I was getting too familiar with him. Maybe I should distance myself from him, make sure he wouldn't get… entangled. Maybe I should-

“Percy, would you be willing to do this again?" He was looking at me hopefully, and before I could reply he continued on. “I know you have someone, and I'm not… I don't want to force you to do it, but I just thought we could have something… mutually beneficial. It wouldn't mean we were together, but… well, I think I could learn a lot more, and it might make the whole slave thing a bit more bearable."

I thought about Nialla, about getting back to her, about having her in my arms again. What would I think in her place? I tried to convince myself that I'd let it slide, but it would be even better if I'd never have given in to temptation. But I already had, so what was one more? I tried to figure out something that would work, some reasoning behind sleeping with a teenager, but… it just didn't hold up. I needed time to think about it, time to decide if a better chance of freedom and a quenching of primal thirst was worth the price of disloyalty. “Maybe, Andro. Maybe. For now, I think it's best we stay apart, especially with your mother around."

He looked down with a touch of melancholy, but when he met my gaze I could see he had an air of happiness and confidence. “Okay. I can clean up on my own, why don't you get started sweeping the floors?" I then left the bathroom, and was about to start looking for the broom when a familiar white-furred creature confronted me.

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