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“I was doing my best to pretend to be asleep."

It was dawn in the Rot-Tail settlement, and Raphael had by now been a prisoner of the Skaven for over a month. Despite this, he had very little to complain about. On days that the Chieftain had him work, he would begin with a patrol around the territory with his Deathclaw, making sure that he walked the ridgeline and cast her silhouette over the mountains for the scouts of any rival tribes to see. He would then leave Kara on defence while going out hunting with his Wolfman, Alp, in a mountainous region which proved surprisingly abundant despite the large population of warring ratfolk. He'd return with rabbits, deer, sometimes a few woodpigeons, and once even a boar, handing them over to his rat-wife, Khut, who would prepare them with her day's forage for their meals. And before bed, he'd the use of a stream which ran with sulphurous water of not insignificant heat. Perfect for a good bath.

In truth, it was all a façade of comfort and peace. He was ever a prisoner, watched and guarded from afar, and while the Skaven called him an ally and paid him respect, they would mutter insults to each other in Queekish behind his back. But, he trusted in Khut's plan, and he had already started to undertake his part in it, little by little, every time he roamed with Alp on his hunts. It was their gravelly voice which woke him, though he was yet to fully be roused, the quiet demand made of someone else, “Move, rat."

Kara was his backrest and the Deathclaw was still snoring. Raphael himself was huddled into a nest of furs, with the warm presence of Khut upon his chest. Her weight was negligible, but she served better than any blanket, and demanded of him that she find her sleep cuddled in his arms. He felt her stir, her head rise from his bare chest, and dismissively speak, “No, smelly-fool dog. I'm comfy-sleepy."

There was a low growl, “I said, move. I'm higher in the pack than you. You should do as I say."

The Skaven stretched, the sensation of her movement upon him fully awakening Raphael, though it was difficult to sum up the energy to intervene. Ever since Khut had become his Pet, these two had ceaselessly bickered and he'd just about given up finding an accord between them. Her voice was cold, “What makes smelly-fool dog think that he is more important than me?" The man could picture the smug expression which went along with the condescending tone, having been on the receiving end of it several times, “I'm the Wife, and you're just-only the Bitch. Master's chest-lap is mine."

Alp growled again, the sound deepening, though he endeavoured to keep his voice low all the same, “I was here first. I am more important than you."

Her tail found its way to the man's upper leg and coiled about it, holding fast, almost possessive, “So, you'll defer to the lazy-brute Deathclaw, then? She was with Master first-before you were."

Hit response was a frustrated snarl, “I'm bigger than you, and stronger than you, and faster than you. I can regenerate from wounds, and help Master hunt, and talk to him too even if I don't understand all the things he says. I can even satisfy him the best. You smell like trouble. I don't trust you. You're just using Master. I'm the number one Pet. I'm the top Bitch."

Khut answered in a slow sigh as she fully roused herself, choosing words to anger her opposite, “Of course I'm using-manipulating him. And he's using me too-also." She taunted the Wolfman, though how much she was clinging to Raphael did something to undercut her point, “Do you think that I like-love him? I'm not like smelly-fool dog. Master won your affection-loyalty too easy. It takes more than sex-fuck, and cuddle-warm, and kiss-hot, and safe-happy feeling for me to bow my head!"

That settled it. She absolutely knew that he was awake. Alp was not so perceptive, “If [Tame] didn't stop me from ruining Master's things, I would tear out your guts!" The Wolfman seethed.

The Skaven scoffed in turn, “If it wasn't for [Tame], I would have used my Enchantment Magic to make your tiny-small brain leak out of your ears!" They faced off for a few moments, “Smelly-Fool dog wouldn't be able to quantify intelligence against strength, so listing why I'm more useful to Master is pointless-timewaste. But one thing is where we can fight-compete. Smelly-Fool dog is wrong again. I have the best sex-fuck with Master."

Now it was the turn of Alp to scoff, “Lies. You're too weak and fragile. Master has to handle you so carefully so that you don't break, and you still scream and cry like bleeding prey. Master takes so much effort making sure that he doesn't hurt you that he has no fun at all. Then you spend the whole night clinging to him." The Wolfman jeered, “You're so pathetic, so small, it makes me sick looking at you."

Her ears flicked against his chest, an expression of annoyance that she was not able to suppress, “Better fragile than a whore-slut." Khut made no effort now to lower he voice as she made her accusations, “You're always so needy-demanding. Don't you have any pride left, or did Master sex-fuck it all out of you? You're always trying to seduce-attract him. Smelly-Fool wolf cum all over the bed-nest!" The Skaven mocked him, “He barely has to touch you and you're howling 'Master! Master! Master!' and making a mess everywhere."

“At least I have some fucking stamina!" Alp retorted, “Master can use his Bitch until he's satisfied, and he can be as rough as he wants. One load in your womb and you're ready for cuddles and sleep!" He growled his challenge, “Why don't we wake up Master and ask him who he prefers?"

The Skaven unleashed a hearty harrumph, “Smell-Fool dog really is biggest idiot. Think Master would choose-pick one of us over the other? He'd lie-fib and say that all Pets are equal-same." Her voice was accusatory, and Raphael fought the urge to ruin his illusion of sleep in a cringe, “We should force-make him answer. Not with words, but with body-pleasure."

“You challenge me?" The Wolfman huffed, “I accept. There are no patrols, so we have the whole day. There's no need for me to go out with Master and hunt boar and deer while you pick a few little mushrooms and think you're just as useful."

Of course he was unable to just pick up the gauntlet with grace and had to lace his acceptance with another insult. Khut scowled, “Since you're so insistent-sure that you can satisfy Master all by yourself, I'll even let you go first, just to prove that you can't-won't."

“When I have him fully spent, and he's got nothing left for your vermin fuck-hole, it's my victory!"

“When I give him an orgasm that he can curl up with me and cuddle-sleep after, I've won." Her tail squeezed Raphael's leg, “Did you hear-get all that, Master?"

The human gave a deep sigh in response and slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as the motion tipped Khut into his lap. His dark hair was messy, but thanks to Skaven tools, he had finally managed to have a good shave and looked much less scruffy for it. His pale form remained muscular, but a daily life of travelling and hunting had refined the tone of sport into the potency of a warrior. He'd taken for stripping off before bedding down in this large canvas tent, for despite the weather outside slowly worsening, the insulation of the furs and the heat of monster bodies put out quite an amount of heat. With no lanterns lit, the dawn provided a dim light as it permeated the tentage, and he'd gotten used to operating without the convenience of an artificial illumination.

A refusal to play along was on his lips, but Khut was quick to cut him off, “Master said he would tend to our want-needs. Both eager for sex-fuck. Smelly-Fool dog goes first." Not that she had to say anything, for Alp's nose was already in his crotch, and the Skaven rolled herself to the side and clear of them to give the large Wolfman room to work.

There was no getting out of this, was there? Better then to entirely commit. Raphael sighed, and then steeled himself, slapping his cheeks, “Fine. But I'll tell you this: I'll show you why I'm the Master by outlasting you both. I've been huffing Deathclaw pheromones and having constant sex for the last three months. I don't like you fighting, but if you want to compete like this, I'm not complaining one bit."

He reached down, his hand finding the back of Alp's head, fingers twisting into thick bark-brown fur groomed to softness by the implements of the Skaven, and he drew their muzzle against his awakening maleness, “You hear that, Bitch? I'm going to fuck you until your balls go dry. You're going to be my moaning whore until you faint from the pleasure of it." A tongue jostled his flesh, drawing it to rigidity with every lapping motion, “You've gotten good at riding my cock like that tail-raising little slut I've taken so much time and effort making you into. How about you let Khut know how much you like taking my seed in your muzzle?"

The Wolfman didn't hesitate for a second before answering, but then slowed to choose the words, his amber-gold eyes flicking upwards to catch Raphael's steel, “I like… Master's scent. In my muzzle. In my nose. On my fur. Being marked by the male that owns me." He'd crawled forward to approach the human in his nest of furs, and the crimson of his own cock already swung below him, leaking precum in a long strand of submission, “It makes my tail go up and my breath quicken. It's his right to use me. Moon God's grace – it feels so good when he uses me."

Once this was a pack Alpha, now his own submissive instincts had twisted him into a loyal Bitch addicted to the passive orgasms of a lesser male. His tongue lapped along the human's length, each long lick reverential, a worship of their owner, “Your taste. Your scent. It makes my head feel strange. It makes my breathing heavy, like I'm on the hunt. My body feels so hot. My useless cock is so hard it hurts."

Raphael flexed his fingers into the fur of their scruff, driving the Wolfman on, “I don't think your cock is useless." He swallowed, trying to think of the best way of explaining himself, “You're my submissive male, my Bitch. Every time I see that ruby maleness, I know that I've conquered this powerful and proud Wolfman. You don't have the female instinct to raise your tail and beg me for pups. You're licking at my cock so needily because I fucked you until you forsook your manhood."

He shifted his hips, forcing their nose against the side of his length, into the bristle of the surrounding hair, to have them inhale the scent of his sweat and precum, “And I know you love it. I've seen the dreamy look in your eyes when you ride my lap until your seed sprays between us. You raise your tail with such eagerness for me. You wake me up most mornings just like this, with your tongue lapping at me." Raphael grinned, “And you're such a submissive Bitch, such a willing slut, that if you breathe in the scent of your Master, the male that owns you, you can cum just from that."

As if it were a queue, Alp whimpered, “Master! Master! Master" Just as Khut had taunted him, and beneath the Wolfman his cock twitched, the thin string of precum overtaken by the thick ropes of a submissive orgasm. He moaned throatily, “I can't live without you, Master. I'm your Bitch forever! I'll always be loyal, I'll do everything you want, just please – keep using me, keep controlling me, keep dominating me!" He heaved a great intake of breath, “I need you, Master!"

Khut rolled her eyes, watching the scene play out before her. It was all so woefully predictable. Raphael had slowly grown more and more comfortable with the role of dominance he held over not only Alp, but all of his Pets. Little by little, especially over this past month, he had become that bit more assertive, and the Skaven did not dislike it. After all, if he was to be their Master, a certain level of power and drive was necessary, and a worthiness to exercise his control over them all. Though, the Wolfman remained the primary recipient of it, and for that she was glad. It impressed her, that for him he could be a hard but considerate dominant male, for her he was gentle and romantic, and for his Deathclaw… well, Kara seemed satisfied with anything. When she was awake.

She wouldn't allow herself to be carried away in the moment. After all, she would not have pitched a contest if she didn't have some idea as to how to manipulate the outcome to her advantage. The reclining rat spoke idly, “Master, if I might offer some help-advice…"

“Enchantment Magic isn't just control-rule. It's all mental-thought." She tried to keep it simple enough for even the Wolfman to understand, “I can make courage-brave. Or fear-flee. I can make body enfeebled and weak-limp. Make sensitive to touch-feel. Or make mind-melt."

The Skaven continued, her gaze primarily upon Alp, “I can use my Magic to make the Wolfman feel good-great. Make your sex-fuck more interesting-fun for Master." And she delivered her final strike, “Unless smelly-fool dog is scared?"

Raphael shared a glance with his rat-wife. He was hardly going to interfere. Spells which would make Alp even more sensitive to pleasure? That would be entertaining indeed. But would almost certainly result in him losing his wager. Not that it was even on the lupine's mind at this point as his enmity overthrew reason. She smiled as the Wolfman gave his answer quickly, his once sultry tone devoured by aggression, “I'm not scared! I can take whatever you've got, vermin!"

Her expression was victorious. The Beastmaster almost felt bad for his Bitch, giving a nod to indicate the lowering of [Tame]'s protections for her to use her spells on the Wolfman. Khut wasted no time, intoning her Magic with no small level of vindictiveness. The World God had imparted upon Raphael the power to understand all languages, a freebie as part of his reincarnation, separate to his [Tame] Apex Ability. But despite that, the magic of the Moon God sounded like nothing but nonsense sounds and the fluctuation of breath, Lust's Enchantment a song of voice without words.

Alp swayed from his kneeling position, and then despite his best efforts to fight the enfeeblement, he fell onto his back, his body entirely limp. The Skaven walked along his length, drawing his arms high above his head and taking a seat upon them cross-legged. She looked down his body and continued her chant for some time, and then at last took a deep breath and swallowed, looking rather flushed, “No strength to fight-move. Body is super sensitive-responsive. Have fun-enjoy, Master."

He'd never been more glad to have had equipped the Ring of Status Immunity at their first meeting. Raphael leaned over the prone Wolfman, “How do you feel, Bitch?"

“Hot." The answer was simple, as expected, but Alp continued, knowing that his Master wanted more, “Can feel my heart beating. Room feels so warm. I can smell you so keenly." His breath stutters, “So hard it hurts. Rat tricked me."

Raphael sighed, “And you fell for it." He placed a finger at the centre of Alp's chest, slowly trailing it downwards towards their navel, “So, you'll pay for that. I'm going to have my fun with you. And when you cum yourself dry, the last thing you'll see is her smug face up there above you." The human drew his hand closer to their crotch, tracing to the side and across to toy with their sheathe, pulling at it with that same finger to make the Wolfman squirm, “But don't worry. Believe in your Master." He delivered the last of it to the Skaven, “She won't be long behind you."

“Yes-Sure, Master." She responded mockingly, though the slight breathlessness to her betrayed the side effects of two Enchantment spells. Lust was beginning to consume the Skaven, and the longer that Alp held out, the more potent the effect would be on her. All the more reason for Raphael to take his time.

He surveyed his prize, thinking about how best to enjoy this gift. While his [Tame] could have ordered Alp to go limp, this heightened sensitivity was not something within his power to replicate. Here was a chance for something that he would have struggled once to frame as a dominant act. His hands found the inner thighs of the Wolfman and parted them, his body lowering as he brought himself close to their exotic cock. Within the thick fur was concealed two great orbs, and from their sheathe was drawn ten inches of ruby wolf cock.

The Bitch was similar in girth to him, though exceeded his own length by a good two inches. Where Raphael held the advantage was that the mass of Alp's knot rendered more than a third of their cock unusable in rut, reserved only for the tie, while in contrast the smooth length of a human could be applied to its full extent on every thrust. He gave a slight huff, realising that he was reassuring himself of the qualities of his own masculinity when the male below him was so submissive that his scent alone was enough to have him spray his essence over the floor.

His tongue extended, and he slowly drew it along the ruby length, the Wolfman whimpering as a string of precum came to connect the tip of their length to their furred stomach. There was a heat to the maleness, coalesced into the engorged knot, and Raphael found the sensation against his tongue to be rather pleasant. He could feel the throb of blood as he kissed the shaft, and he took his time toying with his prize.

Alp had no words he dared to speak, his breath lost in hopeless moans to these lightest touches. Khut's spell made every one of them as weighty as the body rocking pleasure of the deepest rut, and his chest fluttered in response to the contact. Raphael had toyed with him for only a minute when his orgasm came, “Master! Master! Master!" He cried it out again, uncaring of the smug Skaven sitting on his arms, and his eyes rolled back into his head as the human set his lips about the head of his cock and drew their essence into his mouth, accepting every vulgar rope of Wolfman cum.

Raphael assessed the flavour. Earthy and bitter. But it was not one for him to savour. He crawled up Alp's body, and with his hands he grasped at their jaws and parted them. He opened his mouth to show the lake of canine essence, and then allowed it to flow forth in a steady stream, right into the throat of his Bitch. The sheer submission of it had a second orgasm erupt against their Master's leg, and Raphael wiped his lips with the back of his hand before speaking again, “Good Bitch." The human swallowed what dregs remained on his tongue, “Never forget. No matter how I take my pleasure of you, you're my submissive male. You're my tail-raising whore. You're my Bitch."

His tail wagged, finding some power despite the slackness of his body, “Yes… Yes, Master." He was three orgasms in, already far beyond any pleasures that his own kind would seek without goading. But, his months with the Beastmaster had primed him to hunger for more, “I already used… oil."

Raphael nodded his head, “Good. I wouldn't fuck you without it." He took his place between the spread legs of the Wolfman, positioning his cock beneath their orbs, lifting their hips slightly to cant them into position, and then pushing forward to hilt into the Bitch with well-practiced force rendered into the ease of experience. Regeneration kept him tight no matter how many times they did this, every rut like the claiming of a virgin, and the human gave his own growl of pleasure as he claimed his Pet, “How does my cock feel against your Bitch-button?"

He would always thrust deeply enough to find that spot of pleasure, and now Raphael had paused against it, gently grinding his hips. Alp could do nothing but moan, pained from the overstimulation, but his Master had more cruelty in mind. It took only one hand to support his hips, the human setting his arm about the small of their back to hold them in position. His other found their chest, digging through thick fur, finding one of the lowermost of his three rows of nubs and squeezing gently.

The wolf howled, “Master! Master, please!" His body spasmed, bucking upwards in defiance of Khut's Magic, “Please fuck me, Master!" But his cock remained unmoving, Raphael instead choosing another nub to play with. The first row were at his pectorals, as one would expect on a human chest. The second row a little lower, and the third about level with the top of his obliques. On Alp they were particularly sensitive, especially the lowest pair, and the Beastmaster knew that well.

Raphael made sport of him. He remained hilted in his Bitch, the head of his cock grinding against their deepest point of pleasure, while toying with every weak point of their exposed chest. Their body slackened, Alp was powerless to resist, his cock jumping against his abdominal muscles to deliver a fourth load over his chest. And then a fifth, “Please, Master! Please fuck me!"

His balls ached, his jaws were slack, his tongue drooling onto the pelts below him. A sixth orgasm, and a cumshot that was little more than a dribble. Every time his lowest nubs were touched, he couldn't prevent his lower half from twitching, and his Master would growl from the clench of his undertail about their superior cock. The sound of Raphael's satisfaction, their growl of suppressed desire, that made his ears tweak and his submissive instincts flare. A seventh orgasm, dry and painful, “Please… Master…"

Whether it was the begging or the sight of a ruby cock that had nothing left to add to the sodden mess of the Wolfman's chest, it stirred Raphael into action. He seized both of their hips and began to thrust with a feral passion, a great snarl of effort lifting up their legs and forcing them into a mating press which nearly dislodged Khut.

Raphael had held back for a long time, and it didn't take him long to find his orgasm. It was quite likely the most voluminous of his life, an eruption of essence which never seemed to end. He delivered his essence to the molten core of his Bitch, the sheer joy of being filled with the seed of their dominant male enough to have him disgorge one final droplet of his own to fall across his panting muzzle.

The Beastmaster pulled back, intending to demand that his Pet clean his cock before another round, but Alp had already whited out. The Skaven actually raised an eyebrow, “Perhaps-Maybe that was a bit much."

A forceful exhalation blew away the fatigue, “A bit much is exactly how my Bitch likes it, I think." He smirked, “Worried? Are you going to back out?"

Khut shrugged, “Well, it wouldn't make a difference-matter if I did now. He's unconscious-broken. I can just tell him that I won-victored." She looked down at the prone wolf, and lifted herself slightly to show the mess of femcum connecting her crotch to the fur of the wrists she was sat on, her own white hide parted to keep that area of femininity clear, “That said-stated. Magic makes me Lust-Horny. I need-want this, too."

He didn't hesitate, reaching over and seizing her shoulder, “Then, I think it's only fair. Go [Limp]." His command had her fall into his chest as if he'd cut her strings, and Raphael placed himself into a comfortable seating posture against his sleeping Deathclaw as he manoeuvred Khut in his grasp. She was small, a decent bit below four feet in height, and weighed practically nothing. He took her entire body in his left arm, pressing her knees into her small chest, holding her in a one-armed hug which left her hindquarters exposed and vulnerable below her.

It was an embrace of sorts, his body supporting her entirely, suspending her between his arm and chest, making her helpless, but coming with the security of being in the grasp of her Master. She moaned whorishly as two fingers of his free hand slipped into her folds, “Interesting…" Raphael commented, twisting his digits deeper, “With you bent over on yourself like this, I can just feel your cervix with my fingertips. This is what my cock has to fuck through to get the last few inches in." He nipped her ear with his teeth, catching it in his mouth for a moment and then releasing as her small body twitched, “The womb I put my seed in. You're my Pet, so it belongs to me, doesn't it? [Answer]."

There was no way that he was getting a response unless he forced the issue with [Tame], “Yes-Right. My body belongs-owned by you." He knew that more was coming, and he flickered his fingers as she spoke, ruining the delivery, “But, Master has to tend to my want-needs, too!" She stuttered through the words, squeaking as he nipped her ear again, “I'm not like the smelly-fool dog!"

Raphael grinned, increasing the pace of his fingers, twisting and coiling them inside her, tracing the deep flesh of her cunt, taking advantage of runaway Lust, “How about we put that to the test? You're tricky, even now. So, let's keep your answers to yes [Or] no."

“Not-No fair!"

He kept up a pace which gave her no time to recover her mind, reason lost to the side effects of her magic and the pleasure he forced on her. Before long, she twitched in his arm, and the spasming of her insides announced a loud and wet orgasm. There was no time for recovery, “Since you're my Pet, do you like belonging to me?"

She moaned out the answer, “Yes-Right."

“Good." His fingers pistoned through the sensitivity of her orgasm, but she did not cry out for him to stop, “You're stern with me and sarcastic and smug. But the truth is that you quite like me, don't you?"

Khut resisted desperately, feeling her leverage being stripped away. But [Tame] could not be denied, “Yes-Right!"

Raphael continues to toy with her, again nipping at her ear, and feeling the spasm pass through her entire body in the wake of it. It was not quite so potent a weak point as her tail which he had no doubt would be coiled around his wrist if she had the capacity to move it, but it was still a point of pleasure he would take advantage of, “You like sex, too. You ask for it a lot. And I don't think that you use your Enchantment Magic enough to justify that. Am I on the right track?"

He twisted his fingers viciously tickling a cervix that only his cock would reach, and she cried out, “Yes-Right!"

“Do you fuck for pleasure, or because you like me?" There was a strange period of no answer, leaving Raphael confused for a moment, wondering if [Tame] had somehow failed. But then he realised, “There's not a yes or no answer. So, both?"

“No-Not fair!" Her voice quavered, “Yes-Right, both."

Raphael relieved her of the command to answer, having heard enough, his fingers holding her on the edge of yet another orgasm, his pace slowed to something languid as he took his time playing with her. Khut filled the silence, “Master played dirty-foul." The Skaven huffed, “Even if I like-enjoy you, no matter what happened this last month, it doesn't mean I like-love you! I'm not so cheap-easy. I'm not a slut-whore like the smelly-fool dog!"

The human smirked, “So, if I were to use [Tame] to compel you to answer, that's what you'd say?"

The Skaven gulped, and then squeaked her displeasure at getting carried away and presenting such an obvious tell, “No point-meaning. Master should just take my word-truth for it!"

“Sure." He nipped her ear again, “Alp is an excellent Bitch. But you're an excellent Wife, too."

What followed was a rather mighty shout, “Shut-Quiet up and sex-fuck now!"

The matter was closed, it seemed. He withdrew his fingers, drawing the Skaven across the middle of his body and wrapping both of his arms around her, his arms pinning her knees to her chest, her exposed nethers draped over his iron-hard maleness. But, before he could claim her she spoke again, “No-Stop!"

Raphael froze in his tracks, “What? What's the matter?"

The quiet dragged for a few beats, “Turn-Twist." And then a sigh, “I want to face you while we sex-fuck." The man wore quite the poorly disguised expression of glee as he acquiesced, turning the Skaven around. He relieved her of the command to go limp and immediately her legs closed around the small of his back, and her hands reached around and up to find his shoulders. Raphael held her firmly, but set his gaze to one of the wooden supporting struts of the tent, finding the leverage that he needed and setting her back against it. But rather than coil about the strut, her tail instead tightly gripped his arm. She looked up, her expression so vulnerable. Her eyes were captivating, entirely blood-crimson with no sclera at all and jet-black pupils, a perfect match for her pure white fur. There was something monstrous about them, and it made seeing those same eyes misty with desire all the more rewarding.

It was hard to let that pass without comment, but he suppressed the 'cute' on his lips. This time, penetration was much slower, though after the arousal caused by the use of her magic and two orgasms already by his fingers, there was far less resistance than usual, her natural tightness yielding to a thrust which put the head of his cock as deeply as he could. There would be no entry to her womb until he had battered down the gate, and it was a task he set to with aplomb.

The apex of every movement of his hips was met with a light squeak, Khut at last seeming to abandon what remained of her self-control as the Skaven gave herself over entirely to pleasure. She was a toy in his grasp, drawn up and down the length of his cock as Raphael sought his pleasure, his cock leaking an endless river of precum to meld with the slickness of her femcum. He grit his teeth, “Fuck. This tightness is unreal. If this womb belongs to me, it should be more permissive for its Master!"

“Harder-Faster!" And this time she meant it.

Raphael picked up his pace, “Haven't you become a lewd thing? Despite everything you say about Alp, you love this just as much as he does." He was pummelling her insides into submission, every gut-punch of his cock bludgeoning her cervix into widening, though the force of it ruined her breath, denying any response to his accusations.

He pressed against the leverage of the support beam, and as he finally sank his cock to the hilt, the human was finally able to fuck her womb in earnest, a vulgar bulge appearing at her abdomen every time he sank his cock home. Raphael set his jaw, trying to stave off his orgasm, his thoughts focusing on an evaluation of her elasticity, searching for a reason behind this ludicrous penetration. Perhaps it was due to the size differences between the different subspecies of Skaven? The Chieftain was similar in scale to Alp, after all.

But it could not hold him back for long. He tensed, but Khut was the one to take initiative. She reached up and seized his cheeks, dragging him down into a kiss filled with desperate want. He moaned into it, his skin slick with sweat, his pleasure washing over him as he filled his rat-wife with his essence. It was a long time before she released him, but Raphael set his jaw, and he snarled, “More…!"

“Master-Master-Master!"

She cried out their name for him in precisely the way that she had once mocked Alp for, her body pinned between the human and the support beam, her limbs desperately holding him as he took her weight and fucked her hard. The world beyond him was a blur of filtered light, pleasure coalescing into another orgasm, and another, until her head felt light and then empty. The Beastmaster roared out his pleasure, and sated himself upon her unconscious body one last time, until his seed washed back onto his crotch.

Raphael gave a forceful exhalation, looking down at the rat-wife in his arms and drawing her up into a true embrace. He'd been victorious in their wager after all. He grinned and set her down into the nest of furs, enjoying the sight of the ruined Skaven and Wolfman placed side by side, two of the three Pets that belonged to him.

He had more in him, and turned to Kara, the embers of his arousal enflamed one final time, his heart filled with determination and his cock with vigour, “Alright, now it's your… turn?"

The Deathclaw continued to snore.

Raphael groaned.

“Well… shit."

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to user NewKing who suggested a cat - the next chapter is about 6k words in so far at the time of posting this interlude and stars a Felyne thanks to them. Thanks again to user AaAAaAaAaAAAaaHhHhhHhh for their continued encouragement (I hope you enjoy seeing your name again). And thanks again to user TrailsToRide for suggesting a more ambitious take on m/m stuff, and the Gryphon suggestion - stay tuned on that one, I have a plan. I just hope I can make it work.

I really rely on the comments for inspiration and encouragement. Your suggestions for creatures and ideas are really colouring things in as we go. I'm grateful for every one of them, and every fave, watch, and vote as well. The feedback has been amazing and has given me such a tremendous momentum producing these chapters. Really, truly, thank you, everyone. I think there will be three or four more, plus one more interlude (which seems to be the best thing to call these small mostly smut based pieces). I hope you enjoy what's to come, and thanks for reading.

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