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Here's part 5 of the expedition series, where Percy gets acquainted with his new position as a wolf's slave. As always, feel free to post comments, questions, or suggestions below.

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“Zzzzzzzz… haaaaaa… zzzzzzzzzzzz… haaaaa… zzzzzzzzz… haaaaa…”

I awoke to the sound of snoring next to my ear, and the feeling of warm breath on the back of my neck. I quickly realized I wasn’t wearing any clothes, and was laying on my side on some kind of cot. Fur-covered arms wrapped around my chest from behind, pulling me back into a lover’s embrace. More fur pressed into my back, rising and falling in time with the warm breaths. Something small, wet, and warm pressed into the small of my back, coated in something sticky and gooey. Something gently thumped on the cot behind me, something soft and probably covered in fur. My mind slowly pieced together that Jheri was laying behind me, an arctic fox with an insatiable sexual appetite.

As I gradually moved my legs, I realized I was a tiny bit sore, mostly around my butt. I reached back to address the problem, finding that a small amount of gooey stuff was leaking out. I brought it up to my nose, and realized it was cum. It wasn’t my cum, it was too runny for that, and I guessed it belonged to the furry figure laying beside me. The memories of previous events gradually came back to me: it had started with me screwing Jheri, but before long he’d convinced me to let him do the same to me. We’d spent hours rutting with each other, and by the time we got too tired to continue we were both stretched out and sore. I’d had fun, but now I found the memories to be twinged with guilt.

I slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I scanned the room for my loincloth. I couldn’t find it, and I had just gotten up to do a more thorough search when I heard a whistle from behind me. I turned to see Jheri holding up my loincloth in one paw, lying on his side and posing like something out of a pervy magazine. “Over here, handsome.”

I held out my hand expectantly. “Toss it over, will you?”

“Come and get it, big boy.” I should have known it wouldn’t have been that easy. Part of me was irritated at his immature behavior, wishing he’d think about something other than sex. Another part took the opportunity to remind me of how I’d cheated on Nialla, how I’d broken my unspoken promise to her with a stranger. Despite all the shame swirling through my thoughts, a tiny sliver of my mind still fantasized about pumping another load in his ass, making me feel even worse.

“Jheri, just give me the damn cloth.”

His slutty grin became mixed with confusion. “What’s wrong, not feeling up for it? We can go slow if you want, just-”

“Jesus Christ, I don’t want to have fucking sex with you, okay? Just give me the fucking cloth.” His ignorance was infuriating, causing my guilty conscience and muddled morals to boil over into rage.

His amorous attitude was almost completely gone, replaced by concerned confusion. “B-but you were so into it, I thought-”

“I wasn’t thinking straight, and now that I am I’m beginning to realize what a mistake that was.” I stomped over and snatched the loincloth from him, quickly tying it around my waist before moving to the washbasin. The water worked wonders on my hands and nethers, cleaning off the filth that had gathered there during our lovemaking.

“Did I do something wrong? Was I too rough with you?” I could hear him getting off the cot and moving toward me, but I whirled on him before he could get within groping distance. I let out a long sigh, trying my best to get my mind in order.

“Look, it’s not that you screwed up, it’s just that… I have someone special. We had a promise to not see anyone else, and… well I just broke it.” I walked over and sat down on one of the empty cots, waving him towards another cot across from it. He sat down, looking both confused and forlorn. “And… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t mad at you. You pressed me into this, even when I said no at first.”

“Wha-... what’d I do wrong? And why’d you make a promise like that if it stops you from having fun?”

It took me a second to realize just how ignorant he was. He somehow had no clue how being in a relationship worked, and thought that being faithful did nothing but pin you down. I was about to try and explain what I meant when there was a heavy knocking at the door, like whoever was doing it was twice as strong as a human.

A strong but feminine voice sounded from beyond the door, saying, “Tangi, budak, waktune kanggo tugas esuk.” I had no idea what language the voice was speaking in, but it certainly seemed to have some significance to Jheri; he quickly rushed over and put on his own loincloth, then made a beeline for the basin and quickly washed himself off. I heard the metallic scrape of a key in a lock, and the door swung open to reveal a figure of my nightmares.

It was the wolf who had kidnapped me, who’d chained me, drugged me, then threw me in a cage like an animal. Granted, the red patterns on her fur were gone, and the billowing robe was replaced by a simple black dress with a shoulder clasp, but I recognized her scarred visage all the same. She towered a full head taller than me, with toned muscles that rippled under her fluffy white fur. She raised one paw and jerked it backwards, saying something to Jheri that sounded like an order. He quickly scurried off out the door, leaving me alone with the hulking wolf.

My brain quickly went into panic mode, trying to figure out a way to escape. I could try fighting, but it would probably end with me either dead or crippled, with the latter being the more probable outcome. I could try running, but I couldn’t be sure I could get past her. Even if I did, I wouldn’t last a minute in the snow wearing nothing but a strip of cloth around my junk.

“Njaluk liwat kene, budhak.” The wolf was pointing at a spot on the ground a few feet from me, and I got that I was supposed to move closer. However, I stood my ground, either from rebellious stubbornness or paralyzing fear. After a moment the wolf began striding towards me, and right as she got within a few feet I got the brilliant idea to make a break for it. I managed to run a whole four steps before a large paw grabbed my forearm, yanking me back like I was a disobedient child. “Ngendi sampeyan mikir sampeyan arep, budhak?” The wolf pulled me in front of her, and before I could do anything she pressed her free paw into my forehead. As she muttered a few syllables, a million voices exploded inside my head, chattering in the language of the wolves. I almost collapsed from the mental shock, but the wolf held me up by my arm. Gradually the voices began to quiet down, and to my surprise some of them gradually switched to English. Before long the voices were completely gone, and I regained my composure before looking back up at the wolf.

“Hmph, I guess your mind is a bit stronger than most. Usually the slaves just curl up into a ball for a few minutes.” It took me a second to realize the wolf was speaking perfect English.

“What? Did… you just…”

“Yes, I just gave you a lifetime of language training in the space of a few seconds. You took it pretty well, all things considered.” I then remembered Jheri calling her a witch of some sort, and quickly realized she must be an actual magic user. “Now come along, slave, I’ve a job for you.” The wolf roughly led me along by the arm, dragging me out of the door and up a flight of stairs, arriving at a door with less reinforcements that looked almost… homely. She unlocked the door, opened it, then dragged me through into what looked almost like a sitting room. There were several couches, and each looked like it was stitched together from hide. The floor was made from polished wood, and the walls looked to be made of some primitive white plaster. Decorative ornaments lined the walls, including wicker designs, shamanistic totems, and even a fully metal saber. All of it was quite a bit more advanced than what I’d come to expect from the beast tribes, as I’d never known any of them to make metal weapons. The wolf dragged me onward towards a staircase, and we were just about to begin heading up when a wolf pup stepped out from around a corner.

“Mother, what should I do once I’ve completed my studies?” The pup couldn’t be much more than a teenager, but despite this he was about my height. He wore a simple brown tunic, and carried a clay tablet under one arm.

“Go find your sister and help her with her chores. I’ll be up in my study.”

She was about to continue dragging me up the stairs when the pup spoke again in a whining tone. “But mother, why can’t you make the slave do it? You said-”

“Andro, go help your sister.” I felt her paw tighten around my arm. “I’ve still got to break him in, he’s not safe to be around yet.”

“But-”

“No buts, go help your sister. I’ll be back down in a while, and when I do I don’t want to see a single filthy dish in the kitchen.”

“Okay…” The pup sulked off, turning around and heading back the way he came. I could see there was some kind of dining area with wooden chairs, and past that was a medieval-looking kitchen. I spied Jheri doing something over a pot, and after a second I realized he must be cooking breakfast… or lunch, I didn’t really know what time it was.

The wolf then continued dragging me up the stairs, bringing me up to a hallway that went left and right. To the right were several doors, but the wolf led me down to the left, where a single lonely door lined the wall. Through the door was some kind of study, strewn with candles, skulls, bottles, and other things I assumed were a witch’s paraphernalia. She yanked me inside, then muttered something while fiddling with the door. After a few seconds more she finished with the door and strode over to a crudely made but comfortable looking armchair.

“So, slave, what tribe are you from?” She crossed one of her legs over the other, relaxing back into the chair.

My brain took a second to process the question, as I was still looking for a way out. “I, ah, don’t really have a tribe.”

She raised one eyebrow in disbelief. “You will refer to me as Ma’am or mistress Morokken, assuming you wish to keep your tongue.” I made a note of that, marking it as one more wrong against me. “And I’m having a hard time believing you just appeared out of thin air one day, where do you come from?”

I tried to get a map going in my head. I knew the wolves must live north of the St. Clemens mountain range, so I imagined that my hometown was somewhere very far south from here. “I was born very far away, ma’am, to the south of the mountains.”

“Hmph.” The wolf got up from her chair, pacing over to a desk covered in bottles. She began doing something, mixing and pouring, and I figured she was distracted enough to give me a chance to escape. “You’re an enigma, slave, you know that? You show up during the full moon among the snow leopard savages, dressed in strange clothes and wielding a strange weapon.” I tried to be as quiet as possible as I crept back toward the door, silently praying that the floorboards wouldn’t creak. “You obviously have ties to their tribe, and even have one of their shamans as a mate, but you couldn’t have been with them for long.” I just got my handle on the door, but as I pushed it outward I found the door locked in place. The wolf then turned around, holding a metal mug in each hand. “I’ve never seen any creature of your ilk, either, and from what I’ve seen of you so far I’m guessing you’ve never heard of anything north of the mountains.”

As she paced over to me I almost cowered, preparing for her to do something awful as punishment for my escape attempt, but all she did was offer me one of the mugs. I hesitantly took it, and looked to see it was full of a dark red liquid. The wolf paced back to her chair, flopping down into it and motioning for me to sit in front of it. I moved for a different, wooden chair, but as soon as I’d pulled it out it forcefully slid back on its own. When I looked over at the wolf I saw her pointing to the ground, and I quickly got the message.

I slowly slid down to the floor, making sure I didn’t spill whatever was in the mug. It was hardly pleasant, sitting on the floor like a child with the wolf looming over me, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out what the punishment for disobedience was. “So, slave, I have a proposal for you. You’ll tell me everything I want to know, and in exchange I’ll consider reducing your workload. Does that sound like a fair deal?”

I mulled the idea of sharing information with the wolf. It sure beat torture or physical labor, and the more time I spent around her the better I could plan an escape. I sniffed at the liquid in the mug, and after finding it smelled like wine, I took a sip and discovered it to be some kind of fermented berry drink. “Yes ma’am, that sounds fair.”

“So, what are your relations with your snow leopard mate?”

The question took me aback. “I’m sorry, what?” Why would she want to know that? Was she morbidly fascinated by inter species relationships?

“You heard me. How do you two get along?”

Was she serious, or was she just toying with me? Her smug smirk didn’t tell much, and I didn’t know enough about wolves to tell what their norm would be. “Uh… fine… I guess.”

“Any complications so far? Any bumps in the road?”

“Not really… well, actually her father did get pretty mad that we were together.”

“Well it’s not that surprising that a leopard would get pissy about that. Did he act on his rage?”

I took another drink from my mug. Maybe whatever liquid was inside would make this seem less awkward. “He, ah… he kind of… threatened me.”

She raised one eyebrow. “Kind of? Did he threaten you or not?”

“Well, he did, pretty directly. I mean, I’m not sure he could have been any less subtle than saying he’d cut my cock off.”

The wolf broke out into surprisingly jovial laughter. It took her half a minute to stop, and she asked her next question through a burst of giggling. “Was he going to do it, or was it just a bluff?”

“He wasn’t going to do it… or at least I don’t think he would have. He didn’t really seem like he’d attack a guest of the tribe.”

She finally stopped laughing, and relaxed back into her chair. “Of course. I’ve never met a leopard with the stones to do anything drastic.”

Something about that insult somehow pushed my buttons, making me blush with impotent anger. I quickly thought up something to get back at her with, and retorted with the air of a schoolboy in an argument. “Oh really? If I remember correctly Nialla killed seven of your goons without breaking a sweat.” Only afterwards did I realize it sounded way better in my head, and would probably earn some kind of retribution.

She let out a small chuckle. “So that’s what her name is. You do realize I said stones, right? I’ve seen plenty of female leopard warriors, but the males… pathetic. I’m sure you’ve seen the fat bastard they call a chief? He’s so well marbled he’d be more of a meal on legs than an actual threat. What was his name? Saldo? Sooldo? Salad?”

“It’s Soldo.” I quietly muttered. I was glad she wasn’t mocking Nialla any more, but it still hurt to see the tribe that welcomed me with open arms insulted like that.

“Well, enough making fun of the primitives. Tell me, how long have you and Nialla been together?”

“We… haven’t been together that long, we only started getting intimate a few days ago.” It took me a moment to realize that spilling the details of my personal affairs might be digging whatever hole I was in deeper.

“Intimate, hmmm?” I watched something akin to hunger spark in her eyes, starting a flutter of fear in my chest. “Tell me, what kind of intimate do you mean?” Her voice got huskier, and I could have sworn she was staring at me like a piece of meat.

“We’ve gotten… close… ah, nothing too serious…”

The wolf set her mug aside, standing from her armchair and taking a few predatory steps toward me. “Hmph. I would have expected more. From the way she was fighting, I’d almost assume you’d pumped a few cubs in her already.” My eyes went wide, my cheeks blushed bright red, and shock froze my muscles. “Oh, did that strike a nerve?” I looked up to see the wolf inches from my face, her teeth bared in a malicious grin. As she bent over, her dress hung down, and I got a clear view of her massive, furry cleavage. I swiftly caught myself, but as I looked up I saw it was too late. She straightened up with an almost playful gleam in her eye, putting one paw on the clasp of her dress. “Want a peek, slave?”

No, I thought to myself, she’s just trying to get under your skin. I tried to pull myself together, to get my mind straightened out, in the hopes I wouldn’t fall into whatever trap she’d laid out. I started by scrambling to my feet, getting a few feet of distance between the wolf and I, rising in an almost defensive posture. I felt incredibly vulnerable wearing nothing but a strip of cloth, and my lusty subconscious was starting to make itself known. “Ma’am, I ah… I don’t really think…oh my god…” My jaw dropped to the floor as she unclasped her dress, dropping it to her feet and leaving her wearing nothing but a few scant undergarments. Her white body was flawless, with toned muscles rippling beneath soft, fluffy fur, and big breasts that under other circumstances I might want to bury my face in.

“Like the view?” The wolf took a few more dainty steps toward me, massaging her breasts in a successful attempt to make me both aroused and uncomfortable. “Mmmm… I can’t tell if you’re just polite or if you somehow can’t smell that I’m in heat. Either way, I think I have a better job for you.” She got even closer, but then began to circle around me like a shark with a bloody piece of meat. “I need someone to attend to a rather personal matter, and you seem like just the right person for it.”

Suddenly it dawned on my muddled mind what she was asking. “You… want to have sex… with me?”

“To put it bluntly, yes. My pitiful mate is out gargling the alpha’s cock, and I could really use something hard between my legs.”

My mind went into shock, unable or simply unwilling to comprehend what she was saying. “What?”

She stopped behind me, putting her heavy paws on my shoulders. “Since Nialla seems to like you so much, I think you’d give me a good time.”

My wits gradually returned, along with a sense of shame. I wasn’t going to cheat on Nialla again, I wouldn’t be coerced or even forced into it. But for now, I had to get the wolf off my back. “C-couldn’t you use Jheri instead? He seems like he’d be perfect for the job.”

The wolf let our a soft chuckle. “Oh, he’s off the menu. His parents are royalty in the fox tribe, and sent him here as a sort of punishment. They told me he couldn’t stop sticking his dick in anything with a pulse, and seeing as how they didn’t want to wind up with a bunch of bastards, they wanted those urges gone. I’ve been working on him for weeks now, and screwing him would undo all of it.”

My mind desperately grasped for a reason for her to hold back. “But… what about the size difference? Won’t that be… problematic?”

She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Not since you drank that potion.”

“What potio-” I suddenly realized that the wolf had never drank from her mug, while I had stupidly taken several sips from mine. I looked down at my crotch to see that my bulge was considerably larger than usual, and as my loincloth suddenly came undone I saw my cock was too long, thick, and veiny to be my own.

She circled around to my front again, taking my chin in one paw and tilting my face to look her in the eyes. “Come on, don’t tell me you’re not even the slightest bit interested?”

“I… I…” At that moment something rose inside me, a righteous determination as clear as polished glass. “No. I already have someone, and it would be betraying my promise to her if I made love to someone else.”

“Oh honey, this hasn’t got a thing to do with love.” She finally stripped off her undergarments, leaving her stark naked in front of me. Pink little nipples poked out on the tips of her mountainous breasts, drawing my eye and turning me on. “You’re my slave, and I want you to fuck me with every dirty trick you know.”

“I didn’t stutter.”

“And I’m not taking no for an answer. But, if it’s any incentive to you, I know where they’re keeping Nialla.” My eyes went wide, and I could tell she knew she’d found my weakness. “I’ll gladly tell you, and I’ll even take you to her, right after you give this old wolf a good time.” She sauntered back over through a doorway at the far end of the room, beckoning me with one clawed digit.

At first I was adamant about staying put, but the more I thought about it the more I realized that it was the best chance I’d have to see Nialla again. Besides, like the wolf said, it was more employment than an act of love. With that last thought in mind I trudged into the next room, hoping that my flimsy logic would hold up against my inevitable future scrutiny.

I found the wolf bent over her large bed, her tail wagging slowly over her exposed backside and her legs spread wide in an inviting posture. Between her legs was her nice, juicy snatch, already a bit wet and swollen from her heat. Part of me wanted to just dive in dick first, but I managed to restrain myself. I tried to imagine the wolf as the creature that had taken me in the night, a monster that I would never love or come to care for, but that I could manipulate or bargain with.

As I got behind her, I could tell she was expecting me to just shove myself into her, but I decided to take it slow. I stretched over her and began massaging her fluffy hide right under her shoulder blades, pressing and rubbing her skin in an attempt to treat the knots of tense muscle. She looked back at me with confusion in her eyes, confusion that was mixed with disappointment.

“What are you doing, slave? I told you to breed me, not give me a massage.”

Somehow a feeling of cool calm washed over me, perhaps because of the position of power I found myself in. “Patience, mistress. You said you wanted everything I had, so that’s what you’re getting. You can’t rush a good time, just relax and enjoy.” I gradually moved my hands lower and lower, first to the small of her back, then to her waist. At last I made my way down to her glutes, sliding my hands down inch by inch, gently massaging her muscles all the way down. I could feel her flexing impatiently, waiting for the poke in the crotch that never came. Eventually I got to her strong, amazonian thighs, and carefully used my thumbs to apply pressure to the inner parts.

I could tell the wolf was reaching the brink of lashing out. “Slave, if you’re just going to screw around back there, then maybe I shou-oooooh!” I felt her ears instantly perk up as my fingers found her moist slit. I rubbed slowly down the length of it, taking a moment to savor her little shiver as I passed over the little bump at the end. After a few gentle strokes I started rubbing circles around the nub of joy, causing her make small humming sounds of pleasure.

“Hmmm, you seem awfully sensitive, mistress. It’s because of your heat, right?” She gave a short, distracted nod, her eyes closed as she imagined whatever fantasies she wanted. “Nialla always loved this, but she was never quite this… appreciative.”

“Mmmm… oh, don’t stop…” I continued giving her a good rubbing for a few minutes, watching her squirm at my touch. I thought it was only fitting, given how she’d previously grilled me. Her slit was so very warm, with a nice dose of wetness that made it seem all the more inviting. I decided to switch position, pulling her hips back towards me and reaching around her leg with my right hand to keep working at the top of her vulva.

Meanwhile, my left hand snaked between her legs, tracing back and forth against her cozy folds. I tried familiarizing myself with the texture of her folds, then slid my fingers inside her. They went in smoothly with just the right amount of friction, making it seem like she wanted me right in that spot. She began contracting a bit, her powerful muscles closing in on my intruding fingers and squeezing against them. Despite this I was still able to feel around inside her, discovering all the textures of her inner walls. I found one spot that particularly intrigued me, a patch of ribbed flesh by her belly with a firm lump in the middle. As my finger brushed past this lump, I could feel her twitch and flex with pleasure, and she even let out a small moan.

I could tell this newfound spot could be quite the boon, but I had a hard time focusing on it with the wolf lying on her stomach. I decided to turn her over, and grabbed her thigh before pulling it up and swinging her leg over my head. She looked up at me confused from between her legs, wondering why I’d stopped just as things were getting good. She continued staring as I dropped to my knees, and as I kissed her inner thigh she let out a small whine. Only when I began trailing kisses up her leg and toward her crotch did she realize what I was doing, and in response she laid back into the bed filled with anticipation.

As I sensually moved my lips to her vulva and started licking at her slit, I focused my mind on my memories of Nialla. I wasn’t doing this for the benefit of this wolf, I thought, I was doing it for my mate. I pushed down my primal thirst and suppressed my lustings for the wolf, focusing instead on making my technique as persuasive as possible. Her juices tasted different from Nialla’s, and her nub was bigger, but there was still that cozy warmth to her womanhood that made me want to bury myself inside. I gently slid my fingers in her as well, making a beckoning gesture with two fingers as I suckled on her nub. I was rubbing right on the little lump inside of her, and that combined with my suckling was driving her up the wall.

“Oh, ooooooh, oh that’s good… mmmmmph… keep it up…” I could tell she was tensing up from inside and out, her heat accelerating her on the path to climax. Her legs lifted up and landed on my shoulders, and her thighs began flexing on either side of my head. Her vaginal muscles rhythmically squeezes on my fingers, inadvertently pushing them deep into her special spot. I could hear her breathing getting heavier, and her vocal appreciation got even more intense. I could tell she was close to toppling over the edge, but I tried to keep her from cumming for as long as possible.

A few seconds later, she let out a muffled squeal as she finally finished, writhing as she dug into the bed with her claws. Her legs swung shut like a bear trap, pressing my face into her crotch and locking me in place. My fingers were still inside her, and I felt her pulse around them as her whole body rocked with ecstasy. Her body was out of her control, flexing and contorting as I continued to stimulate her through the entire experience. Throughout the whole ordeal she was moaning fragmented sentences, and only when she came down from the maelstrom of pleasure could she speak clearly.

She finally released me with her legs, allowing me to stand up and admire her panting, satisfied form. “Oh, that was amazing, slave. Where… where’d you learn to do all that?”

“Oh, just experimentation.” I thought back fondly to my times with Nialla, using the memories to fight off the feelings of post-coital attachment.

“I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm that good since… well, I don’t think I’ve ever had something like that. Usually they just start humping without a single thought to my pleasure, and I’m lucky if I cum at all.” After a brief pause she swiftly sat up, grabbing me by the waist and hoisting me up on top of her as she lay back down. “I’m so glad I stole you away last night.”

Despite the delicious coziness of having my head against her fluffy breasts, the terror and helplessness of that night let me stay detached. I didn’t want to show it, though, since the more she was into me the more I could get out of her. I pushed myself up and looked her in the eye, trying to give an air of sexy sluttiness. “I’m glad you liked the appetizer, but we’ve still got the main course to get to.”

“Main course? What do you-” She got the message as I gently poked her heated folds with the head of my penis. I got ready to give her the time of her life, all while plotting to get my Nialla back.

It was going to be a long day…

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