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Only when my vision groggily began to clear did I realize that I had been knocked out. Remembering my training, I immediately remained still, breathing in...and out...slowly, to emulate unconsciousness. Carefully, I parted an eyelid.

Mril’s strong jaws were clamped tightly around the back of the girl’s neck as he thrust her from behind. Blood trickled down her side and dripping off the tip of her nipple. With every thrust, she let loose a painful scream.

I dared not move, it did not matter anyways, for I felt manacles around my wrist and rings around my fingers preventing me from touching my tattoo. A Mage-Binder. Clearly Mril had been hoping to capture a mage for some time, likely for the Wolven reward.

Finally, Mril arched his back, roaring in delight. Pulling back, she let loose a blood curling scream as his barbs raked against her pussy. He came all over her back, letting loose a stream of thin, white rope stick to her.

He roughly spun her on her back to face him and pinned her down, pressing his muzzle against her face.

“I’ve marked you,” he panted, nuzzling against her nose, “Everyone will know who you belong to now.”

She moaned in distress.

The Cougar paused, staring into her eyes with a blank expression, “I’ve heard human mothers tell their girls to behave or else they’ll be kidnapped by a Beast and forced to marry him,” he purred, licking at her wounds, “I bet you heard those stories and got wet, didn’t you?”

“Yes...”

He wrapped a paw around her neck, choking her, “Yes, what?”

Between pained groans, she croaked out, “Master.”

Satisfied, he let her go, causing her to gasp for air, “You’ll learn yet. We have a long trip back home, plenty of time just for us.”

“He’s awake!” a high-pitched voice came from the right, which I immediately recognized as the black Fox from earlier. My recognition quickly became certainly as his face slid in front of mine, his muzzle lifted smugly into the air.

The Prince threw himself off the bed, tossing Peter’s daughter to the side and stomped forward. Without the silk robes, he looked like any other Cougar, common or noble. Pushing his vulpine slave out of the way, he stared back at me with cold, gray eyes.

“Stop pretending, Skinwolf.”

I kept on pretending. How could things have gotten worse?

Pain exploded across my face as I felt thick claws rake across. Suffice to say, things got worse and I snapped awake, spitting out blood that had dripped across my lips.

Mril was licking away at the droplets of blood that stained his claws, “I apologize, truly, Skinwolf, but you only have yourself to blame,” he appraised his fingers, having sufficiently groomed them and faced me once again, “So tell me, what brings you to my private ship?”

Salty blood covered my lips once again and I spat, more quickly replaced it and I struggled to reply.

Sighing, Mril pointed to my right, “Clean him up.”

The Fox placed a thin paw on my shoulder, pulling himself to my front. He brought his muzzle close and started licking away at my face wound with his long, pink tongue. Amazingly, the blood started stabilize. I might even had enjoyed it, had he not turned out to be such a worm.

Content, Mril waved the Fox to my side once again and repeated the question.

“Saw a chance to rob a Prince and his guests. Took the chance. Nothing more,” I lied, having the decency not to implicate Peter or Ylan.

“A simple enough plan,” Mril muttered, reaching to the side and retrieving the ornate, gold-plated lighter that I had lifted earlier, “This belongs to Rawul, an acquaintance of mine in the Wolven military command who, as you are aware, is on this ship. Would you care for me to introduce you?”

“Thanks, but I’ll pass,” I forced a chuckle, “So, you’re going to turn me over to the Wolvens?”

“They would like that, wouldn’t they? They’ve been absolutely itching for a human Guild mage. I imagine you betraying them for the Guild of Arms would only sweeten the deal, I suspect you would get...special treatment.”

“You can’t betray an army that you didn’t volunteer to join.”

“I am not interested in your justifications, Skinwolf, I am no friends with the Wolves either. What I am interested in is gaining their goodwill.”

“They’ll never recognize your right to Chain River,” I shook my head, causing the world to spin, “You can’t be that naive.”

Crack! A lash of pain broke out on my back, followed by giggling. Two black paws, one gripping a flexible cane, wrapped around my chest and I felt the telltale feeling of the tapered tip of a Canine penis burrowing between my cheeks. A wet nose nuzzled up against my neck, followed by a slurp of a tongue.

“Hence why I have not decided yet, whether to turn you over to them, to the Guild of Arms. I’m sure they’d offer a good deal of support if I handed you over, especially if I mentioned how close the Wolves came to getting a test subject, why, if they were to learn your former Guild’s secrets, they might very well launch another invasion, wouldn’t they? And if I’m not mistaken, you deserted them as well. Tell me, what is the usual Guild punishment for that?”

“So,” I smirked, partly to mask the pain that still burned across my back and face, “You’re giving me the choice between torture or death?”

“Indeed,” he scratched at his white furred chin with a claw, “I am also tempted to hold off for a little while and cordially invite you to enjoy my company for the voyage home,” he leaned close, rubbing his wide, pink nose against my forehead, “We could have such fun together.”

The Fox continued to rub his nose against my neck. He moaned, “Yes, we could, Master.”

Mril’s rough, thick tongue wiped against my lips and he rested his muzzle on my shoulder. To the Fox, he spoke, “You won’t be a slave much longer, thanks to this quarry you found.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I think...you should have your first taste of freedom,” Mril purred, pushing himself away. He loped away, taking his place on the bed. Grabbing the girl by the hair, he pushed her face towards his barbed penis. She got the implication and placed the tip on her tongue and slowly began to swallow, “Have your way with him. Do as you will.”

“With pleasure,” the Fox whispered lustily into my ear.

Crack! I cried out in pain, against my better judgement. The Fox tittered with enjoyment at hearing me scream and he continued working me over with the cane.

“Say it, slave!” the Fox exclaimed between blows, “Say that you’re a filthy human!”

Forcing myself to resist, I smugly proclaimed, “Well, I haven’t had a bath in a few days.”

CRACK!

I laughed to hide the pain.

Mril couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’re going to have to do better than that, Fox.”

Growling, the Fox continued to lash out, “Beg! Beg for me to take you! You’re nothing but a lowborn human!”

The lashing stopped and the Fox panted for air. Taking the chance to be a smart-ass, I shot back, “Which one of us has the collar on here?”

CRACK!

“Alright, that’s enough,” Mril pulled the girl away and shoved her backwards onto the bed again. He raised himself to his feet and swaggered forward, his cock still throbbing and shimmering with saliva.

Mril’s whiskers tickled my nose as he rubbed his nose against mine, “I’ll show you how to train him.

The cane was passed over my shoulder into Mril’s paws and he backed away. I felt the tip of the Fox’s prick entering my cheeks once again and his furry crotch around against me

“Slave,” Mril waved the tip of the cane, “How many times have I caned you?”

“That would be...” he halted his grinding, “Five times?”

“Think about that, you’ve already caned him more times in a minute that I have in your entire life,” Mril explained, pressing a finger against the tip of the cane, “All that does it make him get used to it and encourage disobedience.”

“Both the Wolves and the Guild said I lacked discipline, you know?”

In an instant, claws grabbed at my throat and Mril towered over me, fangs bared. Instinctively, I recoiled, more from the shock than pain or fear. Regardless, it had Mril’s desired effect and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.

The Cougar’s muzzle raised, pointing behind me, “You see? It’s all about establishing a presence?”

“I don’t know if I can do that, Master.”

“True, you’re a lot smaller, being a Fox,” Mril paused, grunting, “But, you were a slave to the Wolves first, correct?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And what do Wolves do when they want to dominate someone?”

“Ah,” the Fox murmered, pressing his hips against my butt.

“Anyone can do that and there’s such an...instinctual reaction. It works every time,” Mril purred, releasing me with one last lick, “And human cocks are so...gentle. They’re not used to such exotic designs as ours.”

The Fox said nothing more and I felt the tip press into my anus, entering slowly. Gasping, I tried to force back the pain as it ground against my dry insides.

“See?” Mril stroked his cock, “Keep it up and he’ll be begging you for more.”

His cock was now all the way in and he ground his furred hips against my butt for good measure. He began to quicken the pace, thrusting in and out, the pain plateauing as I grew used to it. Even chained up here, I felt the burning ecstasy from having my ass stimulated.

Taken with the moment, the Fox leaned his mouth against my neck and I felt his fangs bite firmly against it, yanking my skin back slightly.

“That doesn’t work as well on humans, but it doesn’t hurt either,” Mril was now on the bed again, his eyes rolling as he furiously slapped at his penis, “You’re learning.”

As the Fox thrusted, I felt what I feared growing, the round knot at the base of his penis beginning to swell. Despite Mril’s proclamations, I certainly have had a Fox penis in my rear, but that was significantly more consensual than this and he was very careful with the knot. Somehow I had doubts that this one would be as gentle.

“You want me to knot you?” he whispered, licking at my ear, “Come on, beg for it.”

“Don’t.”

Tittering, he couldn’t help but rub his nose against my cheek with satisfaction, “Slaves don’t get to decide. Perhaps...if you call me Master, I won’t.”

I wasn’t going to do that. Not now, not ever.

“I guess you must really want me to,” he whispered, gnawing at my neck again, “I’m going to enjoy this...”

He groaned, forcing the rapidly swelling bulge in. I grit my teeth together, trying very hard to not cry out as my hole stretched to fit the knot. He tried thrusting more, but his movements were limited, regardless, each throb of his hips resulted in a hot flash of pain running up my spine.

His grip on my neck tightened and blood trickled down my neck, which he licked up gently with his tongue.

The Fox’s groans got more rapid and his breathing tensed. It was coming...

KABOOM!

The room shook violently and I felt the Fox’s knot slide out suddenly, causing me to gasp uncontrollably as pain wracked my body..

Mril jumped to his feet and stormed towards the exit, throwing the door open and demanding answers. I caught only the slightest hint of what was said, but I heard one important section, “...Fire in the party cabin...under control...”

The Cougar shuffled back into the room, growling under his breath, “Continue.”

“Mril,” I muttered, trying not to show pain while I heard the Fox struggle to his feet, “Why do you have gunpowder on a pleasure yacht?”

“There’s none,” he hissed, baring his fangs. Under his breath, he grumbled, “Ursine Mead, most likely.”

“Ursine mead!?” I exclaimed, “You put Ursine mead in a room full of sex-crazed maniacs with...” I paused, staring at the lighter which now rest atop a nightstand. I remembered tossing the cigar away but I never...I still don’t know if that was what caused it, “Your father was right, you know.”

He stared at me, wide-eyes and expressionless. With Felines, this rarely meant a good mood.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I think you’d rather hear what the fuck he said to me!” I exclaimed smugly, “Useless layabout, sexual deviant, interested more in pegging every species under the sun than in keeping your city running.”

Growling, in that deep, clicking way a Cougar does, he opened his jaws and thrust them into my face, his rank breath causing my nostrils to curl, “I am the only thing keeping my city running! I am not Mril the Younger, I am Mril the Greater!”

I laughed, “Why are you here, weeks away from home, building up a loanshark business? Isn’t that a bit beneath you, for a Prince of a city?”

“I am...” he paused, hesitating. I heard the sound of steel on leather and noticed he now had a wicked steel dagger in his paw, “I came here on good advice from my council!”

“The true rulers of the city. Your father said that this would happen.”

Exploding with rage, he lunged towards the bed where the cane lay…

KAAAAAABOOOOOOM!

Once again, the room rattled. Something broke atop me and I was thrown to the ground. I pushed myself to my feet and realized that I was now free.

The Prince was sprawled out on the ground, face down.

I made my move.

Wrapping the chains around his thick neck, I yanked him back towards me, choking the life out of him. The girl screamed and covered herself with the red sheets in fear.

He tried to fight back, to grab at me with a claw. Had he succeeded, I would have lost, for even a strong human is no match for a large Beast like a Cougar.

Ironically, the Fox put up a bigger fight. He lunged towards me, biting at my throat. I slapped him straight in the nose with the back of my ring-bound hand, sending him flying back. Never have I been so thankful to have a Mage-Binder on, though it would have been easier to simply use magic.

It didn’t take long for Mril to pass out, no doubt he was winded by the explosion. I found his blade just under the bed, grabbed it as well as I could with the tips of my fingers and thrust it in his throat. His hoarse breathing quickly rattled away into silence.

I got on my feet and turned, finding the Fox sprawled out backwards, clutching at his nose. His fur was far too black to see it, but he was clearly bleeding from it. I had a soft spot for Foxes and he was no threat anymore, but I hated traitors (At least, ones without a good reason. Ones like me) and I sent him on his way to join his Master. For the first time in his life, he showed bravery in not resisting his fate.

Sighing, I approached the human-shaped bulge under the bedsheets.

Softening my voice as well as I could, I whispered, “Hey, I know you’ve been through a lot, but I’m going to get you out of here.”

The sheets exploded away and she emerged shrieking. Only when she started punching me, did I realize that she was not exactly happy about her rescue.

“You bastard! You bastard! You killed him!”

“Look, I don’t like doing it, but...” I replied, brushing away her harmless strikes, “Well, you know what he did to you.”

“I never lost control!” she screamed, sending blood-tinted spit at my face, “I never lost control you stupid bastard!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She gave me one last punch and turned away, pouting. When she finally faced me again, her rage had abated and she now had a clever look on her face, “I wanted him to take me away, that’s why I stole my father’s money!”

“Look, uh…” I paused, trying to remember her name. I don’t think I ever asked.

“Patricia.”

“Patricia. I don’t know why you wanted him to kidnap you, but...”

She slapped the bed, “Silk sheets! Gold jewelry! It was all a small price to pay for a little bit of pain!”

“A little!?” I exclaimed, pointing at the fresh claw marks raking her back and breasts, “Another day and there’s be more cuts than skin on you!”

“I kind of like it rough,” she announced with a smile, “Beast men...they don’t shy away from playing rough.”

Shaking my head in disbelief, I paused, having a sudden spark of thought.

“You like Beasts?”

“Wealthy ones.”

I nodded, thinking, “How do you feel about Foxes?”

She shrugged, “A little small, but as long as they’re not timid like that one, I could do worse. He has to be rich, of course,” she paused, coming to a sudden realization, “You’re not implying that you’d...”

“I’m not making any promises, but if you come with me, I’ll see what I can do.”

Smiling, she jumped to her feet. “Very well!” she announced, leaning down and planting a kiss on Mril’s forehead, “Farewell my Prince...”

“Before we leave...” I said, raising my bound hands, “Did you see where he put the key for this? It should be a small disk, fits in here,” I pointed to the large central circle with my nose.

She pulled open a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a tiny, steel disk with a key handle atop it. I held my hands out and she inserted it, letting the gauntlet of rings clatter to the ground. Flexing my hands, I gently traced my tattoo, feeling a slight twinge of power flow into my veins.

Stress and sex were two things that greatly impacted your ability with magic. Even in this state though, I could see that there were no more guards outside the bedroom. Which was good, because I was in no condition to fight and I had no idea where my clothes and weapons were.

Snatching the lighter as my sole reward, I led her out of the room by her hand.

We got lucky. The guards were so busy helping out the crew with the fire that they barely had time to notice two naked humans casually walking through the halls, both with fresh claw marks on them. In some ways, I suppose, they helped us blend in.

When we reached the gangplank, we stopped. That Cougar with the glasses was still manning his post. Rubbing my tattoo, I conjured up energy and focused on a spot in the cabin and chanted.

“ABANDON SHIP!”

That was the auditory hallucination I was going to conjure and create a panic. It took me a minute to realize that I hadn’t actually created it and a swarm of Beasts and the occasional human were clawing their way towards the gangplank. We took the chance and stormed down, making it onto the pier.

BOOM!

The whole ship went up in flames and all of the survivors stopped to stare. One Wolf caught a flying plank in the chest and was launched into the water. Sensing an opportunity to get away, we slipped through the crowd and into the dark streets of Eastmoor at night.

All I could think of in that moment was, That was one hell of a cigar.

“Enter.”

The thick doors flung open and I was greeted by the tired visage of Prince Ylan dressed in a dark, purple robe, his white-tipped tail flicking irritably from side to side. He stared out a window, off in the direction of the docks.

“Astor, when you said you were going to break into Mril’s yacht, I expected that you had grown just the slightest bit of restraint and subtlety,” exhaling, he turned to face me. He raised his voice, “I did not expect to be woken up in the middle of the night by an explosion!”

“That wasn’t me, actually,” I explained, thinking for a moment, “At least, I don’t think it was me. I might have left a lit cigar somewhere and it might have come in contact with some Ursine Mead and things might have...escalated, but I can’t be certain!”

Ylan plopped down in his throne and rubbed at his forehead, “You’re going to kill me, you know that? Prince Mril is going to demand...”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about Prince Mril.”

The Prince lowered his face, staring at me with questioning eyes, “Was he caught in the blaze?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Guarantee it.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Well, it’s kind of hard to escape when your throat is slit open.”

Ylan was silent.

“But I doubt there’ll be any trace of him left. We can probably count the whole thing as an accident and walk away...”

“Shut up.” Ylan snarled, baring his fangs. As far back as we went, there were limit to his patience, “I want you on the next ship out of here once this dies down.”

“Ylan, come on...”

“Don’t you start with me!” he shouted, slamming a fist onto the arm of his chair, “I don’t want to see you back here again! You are hereby banished...”

“Wait!” I held my hand up and motioned towards the open door, “I brought something for you.”

Patricia slunk through the door seductively, completely nude, save for her long, red hair covering up her nipples. She stopped, directly in front of the Fox and stretched, making sure to show off her assets in the process.

“Is this…?” Ylan asked, his nose twitching slightly.

She bowed, placing her head against the floor.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked.

Nodding, Ylan whispered, “I do...”

I bade her to approach. She crawled towards the Prince, planting her lips on his feet submissively. Running her face against his legs, she rested her head on his crotch, prodding at his groin with her nose.

“My wife is going to kill me...” Ylan muttered, casting a nervous glance towards me, “She said no more than two lovers. I really shouldn’t...oh...”

I hadn’t even noticed her undoing his pants, but they were off and his cock gently emerged from its lair. She immediately got to work and started licking at it.

“Alright, I won’t banish you-oh…!” Ylan groaned, running a black paw through her thick hair, “But I want you to leave for a little while...hmm...”

“Where to, friend?”

“Hm...” Patricia wrapped her lips around his cock and began to bob, “Where aren’t you banned from?”

“Most League cities...I should probably avoid Mril’s though, it’ll be chaos.”

“No League cities.”

“Okay, no League cities,” I shrugged, watching Patricia work his cock, “The Guild might as well own Roberg and Logerd is barely more than a vassal. Don’t even think about suggesting the Wolven Kingdom.”

“Ah...” he panted, letting his long tongue loll out, “The Wild Marches then.”

“They...” I paused, feeling a bit apprehensive, “They don’t exactly like humans there.”

“And everywhere else doesn’t exactly like you. Ah…!” he shuddered, eyes rolling. Patricia withdrew and licked away the last traces of his cum, “...she swallows! None of the other girls swallow!”

“Wild Marches it is then...” I surrendered.

“Just for, oh, lets say…three months? The whole thing will blow over by then. Except for in Chain River, but I expect by then that the Wolves will have annexed it again.”

“So be it,” I nodded, “I hope you enjoy your gift.”

“I am.”

“Just make sure you keep her away from your purse,” I tapped my hand against my belt and made my way out.

Collapsing onto my bed in the guest chambers, I took out the lighter and flicked it open. I’d fetch a good price for that, I’d need it if I was going to the Wild Marches, that much was certain. You didn’t hear much about them this far east, aside from them barely maintaining their independence against the Wolves and constantly failing at any attempts of confederation by their numerous warring species, even more varied than the Wolven Kingdom itself. I’d been there once, ages ago, but still, it’d be a dangerous adventure, alright.

Well, I was an explorer after all, wasn’t that what Ylan called me?