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The war was over, and they had lost.

These things happened. Of course, it had never happened to Dezba, and she was still chafing under it. As the highest ranked general in the wolves' administration, she had experienced plenty of bitter defeats over the course of her career. But knowing that time had been called, it was all over, with her side clearly the losing party... there was a profound sense of humiliation there, one she was still processing.

It wasn't all bad. Both sides had conducted themselves with bravery and honour, something that was a little easier (and, perhaps, wiser) to admit now that the lions had won out. No major travesties, a minimum of disreputable activity. A good clean war, insofar as there ever could be.

That gave the wolves one last chance to hold their heads high; here, at the negotiation table. Dezba had every intention to.

"Fancy place, huh? Mom and Dad should be here taking notes."

As hard as that might be with the prince in tow.

Ashkii wasn't technically a prince, because his parents weren't royalty. That was a leonine notion. But for all the cultural clash on other topics, Dezba did think 'idiot nineteen year old who only gets invited to meetings because of who birthed him' was a useful concept to have a word for. A short word you could sneer. Prince.

It was bad enough to be at such a disadvantage. Worse still to try to translate her tactical capabilities into politely asking the lions for concessions from a position of literally no strength. But if she had to verbally babysit her leaders' loudest, most baselessly self-confident offspring through the entire meeting... Well, part of Dezba was already missing the terrifying frenzy of combat.

She and her 'prince' were led through the entrance halls of the lion palace, which was admittedly quite impressive. Soldiers flanked them, but it was all pageantry at this point. She was unarmed, and if she had tried something, it would have only embarrassed her and her people.

Ashkii didn't seem worried. He happily nattered about whatever caught his bright yellow eyes. He looked faintly ridiculous in the ceremonial outfit he had been squeezed into by his parents - he was never able to pull off any gravitas, and the way the colours clashed with his reddish-brown fur didn't help matters. The thin, flimsy fabric strained against his chest, but that said more about the delicate nature of the cloth than his physique. He was naturally slim and had barely raised a hand his whole life.

Dezba knew she must look silly too, if only because of how sharply she contrasted - green eyes darting around from the deep, dark black of her fur. Her tall and muscular body was tense despite herself, and the simple warrior's garb she had chosen for herself felt more and more out of place the deeper they went.

"Wow. Quite a door. Have to assume this is us, right?"

Ashkii was, maybe for the first time ever, correct. Their escort came to a stop, and the two guards nearest the thick, ornate doors pulled them open. Beyond was a small chamber adorned with cushions, rugs, sheer curtains, and what was clearly a small throne, a vision of gentle pinks and lively scarlets. A little soft for a negotiation room, but Dezba knew this must be the place judging by who was waiting for them.

None of the guards followed them inside. On the contrary, she and Ashkii heard the doors close behind them, leaving them alone with their hosts.

"Welcome, welcome." Queen Neema, bedazzling in her earrings and many shawls, gave them a smile that struck Dezba as a little too oily. "I trust your journey here went without incident...?"

"It did," said Dezba, before Ashkii could jump in with something dumber.

"Wonderful. I hope you got a good look at how peaceful and well-managed everything is. That should put your concerns to rest, hmm?"

The words themselves were perfectly innocuous, but Neema seemed unable to speak to them in any tone other than self-satisfied superiority. She was a lioness and a queen, so that was probably inevitable.

It didn't help that her assistant - Dezba's military counterpart - was watching this all unfold with a quiet smirk, hands crossed behind his back. General Sefu was older than Dezba, flecks of gray beginning to show through what was otherwise a dark, thick mane. He clearly hadn't slowed, however, either mentally or physically. He had proven that much.

She might've gotten distracted, sizing him up, because before she knew it Ashkii was stepping forward. "Well, let me just say that I'm very much honored to be here. I think it's very forward-thinking of you, inviting me instead of my folks, and I'm looking forward to sharing my ideas for-"

"Oh, honey."

Neema stood from the throne, which immediately revealed two related facts. First, Dezba realized that the queen wasn't wearing multiple shawls, but one very very long shawl, looping around her body in layers but actually quite thin. Secondly, now that light was passing through the fabric, it was easy to see there was nothing underneath except the curves of a fertility goddess.

She idly raised both her arms, the shawl slid cleanly to earth, and just like that she was naked except for her jewelry.

"What exactly do you think this is?"

Ashkii stared. His mouth moved, but uselessly. At this moment, Dezba couldn't blame him. She wasn't far behind.

"A little princeling like you has only one use." She ran her tongue slowly along her lips as she approached. "You're here - both of you - because you have no mates. Nobody to kick up too much of a fuss..."

Closing the distance, she laid a clawed fingertip on his (by now, agape) jawline.

"...when we induct you into the palace harem."

"Induct me into...?"

That was as far as Ashkii got before his question, anything he could say, was buried under her lips.

It was a possessive kiss. She claimed his mouth with her own, taking a fistful of fur on the back of his head for good measure. Dezba was shocked, but she couldn't stay idle. Seeing someone she should protect plunged abruptly into a situation like that pushed her to act.

It pushed her too slowly. He wasn't the only one who had been lured here.

Her instincts failed her, twice in quick succession. She hadn't wondered why Sefu was standing in that pose, hands hidden from view, until it was too late. And when she moved to intervene, pull the queen off Ashkii if she needed to, he moved too.

She heard an ominous click.

Dezba's reflexes kicked in, too late, as she tried to pull away. Not only did Sefu have a firm grip of her wrist, keeping her by his side, she quickly found his hands were in that area for a reason. Her own were bound.

"Relax," he purred in her ear. "No need to get so worked up, my honourable adversary..."

Easy for him to say. Easy for him to be unruffled by the sight of Queen Neema sliding her free hand down Ashkii's back to take a squeezing handful of his rear. He had been trusted to Dezba's care! Now he was... moaning softly against his captor's lips?

He was a young male. Really, his reaction was predictable. It wasn't long before he was nestling his hips against hers, his fingers brushing along her sandy fur, her exposed curves.

"There. See?" Sefu's breath was hot in Dezba's ear. "Your princeling has the right idea."

Dezba tugged against his grip, to no avail. "He's a fool," she hissed.

"Certainly. But he's a pretty fool, and he knows his place."

There was no denying his claims. In a matter of moments, Ashkii had completely forgotten himself. He was even helping Neema to tear away that ceremonial outfit. It may not have suited him, but it was still a representation of his family's, his entire people's, pride. He was all too eager to let it hit the floor.

"Lighten up and enjoy what's to come. I, for one," Sefu rumbled, "have been awaiting this for a very long time..."

She held on to her anger. "Bastard! As if this is all some game when you have me in chains."

"Because I knew you'd react this way. Do you see me restraining the boy?"

She didn't, even as she got more and more of a view of 'the boy' than she ever thought she'd see. With a gentle whimper, he had accepted Neema's paw down his pants. Their other three hands, because by now they were fully in tandem, were slowly unwrapping his thighs from the tight fabric. Inch by inch, lower and lower.

"He'll fit right in. The queen so enjoys bossing around her good boys, and having someone like that as a pet is its own reward."

Sefu tugged her closer. His muzzle was pressed right against her. She could feel every whisker.

"Me? I prefer having to tame my prize. You're free to grouse and pout as much as you like - all part of the fun - but rest assured..."

Dezba had to suddenly suppress a gasp. One of his hands was still gripping her from behind, but the other had launched an stealthy infiltration of her waistband.

"...you and I shall be good friends very soon."

Try as she might, she couldn't stay silent for long. Dezba yelped at the sensation of his thick fingers caressing her crotch.

This had all happened - was happening - so fast. For a few moments, she just stood there, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Part of her mind almost wanted to shut down completely, but the unfamiliar sensations radiating up her spine, coupled with the soft, wet sounds of Ashkii surrendering to Neema, didn't give her a chance to pause.

Other thoughts rose up reflexively, trying to frame this in terms she could deal with. This was a fight, surely! There had to be some way of breaking her bonds, of using Sefu's superior weight against him. Pull Ashkii from the lioness' grip, and... and...

The lion's fingers sunk a little further, and she had to bite her lip. Her train of thought was disrupted by this new sensation, and when she returned to it, she could see how pointless it was. She was one warrior, in a palace full of guards, in a nation that had just bested her own in open warfare.

The reality of the situation began to sink in, as deep as Sefu's fingers.

Had there truly been a misunderstanding, or had Ashkii's parents simply neglected to tell them of their fate? It almost didn't matter. Not within this moment, at least. The prince was fully nude now, and happily obeying Neema's wordless directives. Dezba watched him lie on his back under those thick thighs, his young cock ready for the sinful reward that was coming.

He really was content to go along with all this. That was the thought Dezba was grappling with as Sefu slid his other hand under her clothes, this time reaching for her chest.

She huffed, her body now besieged from two directions. Truthfully, it was harder and harder to frame things in that light. Sefu's hands were rough, but they were also warm, and slow, and experienced. He wasn't pushing her too hard.

Not yet.

Instead, he was content to caress her crotch and breasts slowly. Almost easing her into things, as much as anything about this situation was easy to accept. Was this really how lions approached post-war arrangements? Was this really where her career as a soldier ended?

His finger traced along the length of her clitoris, languid and possessive, and with a breathy sigh Dezba stopped asking questions.

She bucked her hips gently, matching the movements of his hand. Through lidded eyes, she saw Ashkii enjoying his own attention. His cock was completely out of view now. The queen had made herself comfortable, her hips straddling his, and judging from her own pleasured expression, there were no doubts or regrets clouding her mind. Just simple, animal bliss.

Dezba's heart was definitely beating faster.

"That's good..." Sefu had given her the space she needed (mentally, if not physically), but now his purring voice was back in her ear. "I can feel you starting to relax. Just breathe. Nice and deep, through that nose of yours..."

"I-I, ah...!"

"Hush. No words." He clearly did have experience at this, if he was able to say that softly enough not to revive her righteous anger. "It's not the time for speech. Let the scents here guide you."

Trying to let go of her remaining doubts, Dezba followed his advice - his instruction. She sighed out of her mouth, then took a lungful through her nose.

The room was alive with lust.

Ashkii and Neema were both radiating it. Along with the soft, wet sounds of their union, the intermingling scents - male and female, wolf and lioness - had combined into something powerful. Dezba was struck not just by how thick it was, how close to the source, but by the contrasts she could pick up.

Female wolf, male lion...

She couldn't be surprised that she was officially part of this tableau. Not when her senses were overwhelmed by the spectacle of two people passionately, exuberantly mating. Not when she had someone's hands beneath her clothes, urging her to do the same. This situation was so odd, so twisted, but the more she opened herself to it, the more that only added to the dark allure.

Sefu slipped another finger deep inside her. Dezba didn't hide her needy whimper.

"Are you ready?" he asked. "Do you see the value in following your prince's example?"

Dezba's eyes followed the motions in front of her. The steady thrusts of Ashkii's hips as he served his new mistress. The sensual jiggle of the queen's thighs as used him like a toy.

"Yes." The word was mumbled, but no matter how quietly she tried to say it, there was no escaping its weight. "I'll... I'll do it."

"Good," he purred. "Kiss me."

Tearing her gaze from the other couple, Dezba turned, and looked at Sefu for the first time since the situation had so completely changed. When she had entered this room, he was a rival, an enemy, someone she had to grit her teeth and negotiate with.

Now... that word felt hopelessly out of place. The negotiation had already taken place. She was simply an asset, to be moved from one castle to another. It was all out of her hands now.

She let that thought fill her mind as she leaned in gently and obeyed.

Dezba didn't know what she expected his lips to taste like, because she had never once entertained such a notion. Yesterday it would have been absurd. But as they met in a kiss, the dusky, almost smoky flavour she was met with made sense, somehow. It all did.

He pulled her closer, and she didn't pull away. She didn't even tense. Her body was a finely-tuned instrument, all experienced muscles and steady nerves. She had never expected to apply herself to ends like this, but it all flowed from her with surprising ease.

Soldier. Pleasure-toy. She was pledging her body to another either way. Maybe this would be a bit cushier, at least.

Sefu's hands roamed over his new prize, testing her submission. The chains were stripped off, but so too did her clothes. She knew what he was doing, and what it meant. Soon she was completely naked, the black fur of her curves exposed to the warm air. Her heart-rate had picked up, but aside from that, she tried to keep herself steady. If this was another job, she wanted to hold herself to the same high standards.

It was a little hard to stay stoic, however, when she felt her new owner's thick cock brush against her sensitive crotch.

When Sefu broke the kiss, he seemed hungry for her. His breath was hot in her face. "I'm going to claim your pussy now, my pet."

Dezba bit her lip and nodded.

"Turn around and lift that tail of yours. I'll take you in-"

"No."

The voice was sharp, taking both of them by surprise. That was the moment Dezba learned that, even at times like these, Neema was a queen.

"Your property is my property." There was no room for argument - and surprisingly little unsteadiness, considering she was still idly bouncing on Ashkii's dick. "Come over here, girl. We will taste you before our fine general sullies you further."

Dezba heard an inkling of a growl from behind her, but despite the primal power play, Sefu remembered his place. Just as she would have to. "Yes, your majesty. Right away."

He nudged her, and Dezba found herself shuffling forward on uncharacteristically nervous feet. Neema's gaze was piercing, never leaving her as she drew closer.

Ashkii was still caught up in bliss, his eyes closed tight as he coped with the queen's pussy, but Dezba nonetheless hesitated about standing right above him. If he just looked up, he would see... well, a lot.

But such thoughts of modesty were of no use any more. She and the prince were of similar rank here, and would probably be seeing much of each other anyway. Hell, she could see his dick right now. In rhythmic bursts, at least, as it pumped in and out of his new owner...

So she placed her feet at either side of his head, and presented herself to Queen Neema for inspection.

The lioness raised a lazy hand and fondled her, dainty fingers moving through the dense fur of her thighs to land on her pussy lips. Unlike Ashkii, who seemed totally oblivious, Dezba was very aware that Sefu's eyes were firmly on this interaction. She shivered a little, both at the touch itself and the total lack of privacy.

"Closer, girl."

She obeyed, waiting for a command to stop that never came. She drew nearer and nearer until her hips were right in front of the queen's face.

Dezba's whole body stiffened when she felt that royal mouth on her crotch.

The queen was brisk, almost businesslike, lapping at her pussy with a thick, powerful tongue. Dezba felt an immediate spike of pleasure, and realizing that this was the correct impulse to follow, responded by thrusting her hips forward. Just a little, at least. She didn't want to insult this woman, and under other circumstances pressing her crotch into her mouth would probably be the most insulting thing she could do.

But thoughts like that, memories of how things were 'supposed' to go, felt so distant to her. The fact that a royal tongue was deep inside her pussy, sampling and tasting and exploring her most intimate spot, was the only reality that mattered. Every moment of intimate contact with that wet, warm organ just brushed the meaningless past further away.

Soon, Dezba's hands were gingerly on Neema's head, terrified of gripping her too tight but unable to just stand there and take it. She felt her ears pin back, but her tail lift, at this thorough 'inspection'. Her body had been a lot more enthusiastic about this bizarre situation than her mind, but there was conflict even there.

Her pleasure crested higher and higher, the more the queen's tongue explored her - and the more Dezba accepted her new, submissive role. Soon, she was outright panting, not caring how pathetic that may have seemed to her former enemies. The muscles of her abdomen tensed, becoming more defined beneath her now-messy fur, as she neared orgasm-

-only for Neema to pull back, slow and languid. Bored, almost.

"Yes. You'll do." She didn't look at Dezba, instead returning her gaze to Sefu. "Very good, general. You may resume."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Dezba made a note of how quickly his tone could change. He sounded perfectly composed and deferential when speaking to his sovereign...

"Well? On your knees, bitch."

...but not to her. It was hard to care at this point. He could do or say anything to her, as long as he satisfied the burning ache in her pussy.

Demonstrating her newfound obedience, she was soon on the floor, lifting her tail for her owner. His rough, warm hands guided her into position, touching her flank here, sneaking a feel of her chest there...

Until, in an immediate test of her compliance, she found herself blinking down at Ashkii's moaning face.

"Her Majesty," said Sefu, in that commanding growl, "likes to acquire new playthings in pairs for a reason. We have important business outside these chambers, after all..."

He took a rough hold of Dezba's fur, between her ears, keeping the wolves close.

"...so we expect you to keep one another company when we're busy."

This, finally, had broken the spell Neema's advances had so quickly cast on Ashkii. He was still pinned under her plush thighs, of course, and still buried deep into her royal folds. But he, like Dezba, was dragged out dreamy submission back into a moment of uncomfortable lucidity. Neither of them had ever thought this could happen.

Dezba knew his type well enough. He was - as evidenced by his willingness to lie back and spread his legs for the first woman who showed interest, regardless of all mitigating context - a young male. He had overheard him making unprincely comments about female performers, and diplomatic visitors, and basically any women he might pass by. He may well have made some remarks ('complimentary' or otherwise) about icy General Dezba, one of his parents' senior war commanders. She was a woman in his line of sight. The thought, however fleeting or strange, may have occurred to him.

But that was all that happened. And Dezba, respectful of his parents and quietly disdaining the boy himself, had never gotten even that far. She was focused on her duties and had never made time for finding a suitable mate, let alone daydreamed about her boss' air-head son.

Now they were both naked, and sweating, lips barely an inch apart. Getting broken in as new concubines, which was washing away old notions of rank or dignity. Their new owners were watching, firm and expectant. They hadn't been directly commanded to do anything, but that offered little excuse.

Before she could overthink it, Dezba suddenly closed the gap. She pressed her mouth to the young 'prince', kissing him harder than she had ever kissed anyone. Her sharp ears picked up quiet sounds of approval from Sefu and Neema - as well as a surprised, muffled yelp from Ashkii.

Old ranks may have been unimportant, but she still felt a responsibility to make this as easy for him as possible. Now that she had demonstrably obeyed, she lessened her intensity, moving a hand to caress his cheek. Any concerns he might have harboured soon melted away as Neema continued to ride his cock. He returned the kiss eagerly, slipping back into the easy, unfettered pleasure that had guided him so far. She no longer thought badly of his initial reaction. Instead, it was clear she had much to learn from her 'partner'.

That was the last coherent thought she had formed when Sefu's dick finally, finally, made contact with her overheated pussy.

It was little more than a brush as he got into position behind her. But to Dezba, so addled with lust, it was enough to command her whole attention. She didn't break the kiss with Ashkii, but her feelings were clear from how she shivered from head to tail. Finally! Her master's cock!

The thought was new, but she didn't push against it. She was done rejecting all of this. Ashkii had demonstrated exactly what to do, by being such a good boy. Now it was her turn to prove she was a good girl. She widened the stance of her knees, even slipping a hand to her crotch to help spread her pussy lips.

This behaviour earned a low chuckle from Sefu. "That's it, pup. Don't worry. I'll break you in slowly..."

His strong hands took hold of her waist, sending a thrill of arousal through her entire body.

"...though don't expect me to hold back."

With that, he finally, finally, penetrated her burning body. Dezba let out a muffled whine and almost came on the spot.

Sefu was true to his word, easing every inch of his leonine cock into her pussy at a slow, though undeniable pace. She took it all, and with silent gratitude. This magnificent instrument would no doubt command her full attention on many nights to come. For now, though, she had to focus on, and enjoy, this delicious induction to her new life.

Neema was seemingly satisfied as well. She stopped merely watching events unfold and resumed her previous motion, humping Ashkii and grinding her hips into his. Even if Dezba hadn't noticed the queen moving again, the prince's reaction would have been hard to miss. With one woman kissing him and another riding his young dick, there was little he could do to disguise his joy.

By now, Dezba was in sync with him. She was in a similar position, after all, feeling his tongue against her own as Sefu claimed her pussy. After years of sleeping alone, this whole thing was an overwhelming introduction to sexual matters. And yet, she wanted both her lovers to give her everything they had. Even when Neema reached over to give her a patronising scratch behind her ear, crooning something about natural obedience, there was no space in Dezba's mind for embarrassment or shame. In a way, she was freer than she had ever been.

All she had to do was kiss Ashkii and let Sefu ride her hard. Her body did the rest. Every moment she spent like this, the more the arousal built inside her, bringing her closer to what she knew would be a devastating final orgasm.

Sefu did everything in his considerable power to bring that closer - to break his new toy down, once and for all time. His hips slammed against hers with amazing power, all the strength of a warrior with the efficiency of a man who had done this all before. Dezba's pussy twitched at the thought, hugging his shaft tight.

But he didn't stop there. One of his hands fell on her flank, groping and claiming her flesh. The other slid up her rear, to the small of her back, and took a firm hold of her tail.

Dezba discovered two things in one glorious instant. Apparently she liked having her tail pulled. And it seemed her new master, experienced as he was, knew just how to do it.

After a lifetime of genuine injuries, it didn't 'hurt'. Not truly. Instead, it was a short, sharp bolt of pure sensation shooting through her, when she was already dealing with so much new stimuli. She broke the kiss with Ashkii, threw back her head, and howled in lust. She didn't care how she looked. She just had to express the unbridled arousal coursing through her body.

Under such conditions, it didn't take long for the overstimulated wolf to finally reach her peak. Her previous climaxes were all quiet, secret, almost experimental affairs, trying to find some kind of release when whiling away long hours by herself. In one glorious moment, they were all rendered pitiful memories.

Dezba came, and came hard. Her whole body shook as her pussy contracted powerfully around Sefu's cock, urging her new owner to paint her with his seed and conclusively make her his. Like the graceful winner he was, the lion obliged. When she heard the way he was growling, she knew what was coming.

A second later, he gave her what she needed. With a roar, he filled her with the first of countless loads of lion cum.

Her orgasm reignited, as though a new one began halfway through the first. Her whole body shivered out of control, muscles clenching, breasts loose and free. But despite almost losing herself completely in that moment, her warrior's senses weren't fully dulled yet. She was still attuned to the male behind her...

...and the one under her, too. Ashkii was cumming as well. And Dezba realized she had played a role. She still was! She was orgasming mere inches away from him, their faces both reflecting the sheer pleasure shooting through their bodies.

With a regal moan, Neema joined them. All four of them, owners and playthings alike, shared in a four-way climax.

Dezba's arms lost their strength and she melted down to a prone position, her face on Ashkii's chest. His fur was thick with sweat, and she made no attempt to pull away, instead basking in his young, male scent. They had been told they would need to 'keep each other company', after all, so she needed to get acquainted with him.

Her whole body buzzed with unfamiliar feelings, overstimulated and overwhelmed. Even the slow withdrawal of Sefu's cock from her pussy earned a low whine from her. She kept twitching, as though trying to keep him inside for longer, but to no avail. Thankfully, there would be plenty of other such encounters in the coming nights... weeks... months... years...

In the afterglow of her orgasm, the reality of her situation began to solidify. This really would be how things would go, from now on. A life on these plush cushions, spreading her legs for her former rival... or her new ruler. Her days of fighting were behind her.

As the two lions conferred about the qualities of their new toys, and Ashkii tenderly reached out and stroked her head, Dezba let her eyes drift shut for a moment. One sex session, no matter how revelatory, wouldn't be enough time for her to fully process such a huge change.

When she felt multiple hands caressing her fur, she knew her second lesson was about to begin.