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The Palace in Flames crowned Mount Myrmidon in a golden circlet of villas and temple halls, the extinct caldera an endless fount which served by aqueduct not only the vast capital of Aegis Bastion, but the surrounding plains which supported the metropolis. The great and good of the Empire lived beside the water in luxurious excess, in command of the unending churn of bureaucracy which presided over their dominion of provinces and vassal states. Such was the supremacy of this country that it was thought inevitable for the continent in its entirety, save perhaps for the draconic nation of Eden, to be united beneath their jet and crimson banner before the century was through.

Bastion was indeed an Empire in its ascendency, and this capital of Aegis its most precious treasure. The city was the grandest to be found in the Third Age of Labrys, its streets a labyrinth of white roads, the buildings tall sandstone rooved in crimson slate, the forums each filled with artistry and fountains, while every agora and macellum flourished with the colours of commerce. To look upon the capital in the fiery dusklight and see upon the mountain this flowing orange and red unto a golden peak, it would appear to the eye that the city was aflame.

A great white wall served as bulwark against mortal and fiend alike, and in a pattern akin to a corkscrew from base to peak, were placed weapons platforms featuring titanic canons alight with a thrum of technology which appeared anachronistic to the subligaria-donning men which stood astride them. With cold eyes these warriors of sword and bow observed the empty skies, settled into their evening watch in ceaseless vigilance.

About the wall proper, small squadrons of soldiers clad in their lorica segmentata carried out their roving patrols, and by their torches were guided back to the city gates swathes of agriculturalists and labourers. With the darkness came monsters, and every citizen that hoped to survive the night would do well to return to the capital or one of its satellite settlements long before the creeping gloom could make its final advance.

Imperial edict sublimated those racial instincts which typically imposed cultural frictions between the five races of Labrys, and here was a common way of life imposed upon the people by law, stifling yet peaceful in its homogeneity. If an elf could not accept a dwarf for his neighbour and the singing of imperial propaganda songs, then he was welcome to try his luck outside the walls amongst the monsters, perhaps cross the border and take up a new life inside one of Dest Kingdom’s monoracial enclaves, or maybe see how things compared as part of Lemuria’s caste system. Hardly thrilling prospects for any citizen born to imperial conveniences.

Oppressive. Authoritarian. But also, safe. The people were generally willing to make a few concessions to the Emperor and live by his edicts rather than scrape by in a less developed nation that they expected to eventually end up conquered and absorbed into the Empire anyway. It felt to most that history had already been written, and all that remained for them was to enjoy the comforts of Bastion while waiting for the grand destiny prescribed by their glorious leader to arrive.

That said, the Empire had its fair share of shadows. Embezzlement and corruption amongst the aristocracy was rife, those elites inside of the bureaucratic systems which managed the nation ever the beneficiaries of Emperor Brand’s purse, though never quite so much as to impoverish the commonfolk and draw suspicion. One such recipient of a little more largesse than she was due walked the streets of the Arcane Quarter, humming a merry tune from the latest batch of imperial propaganda. It was a song which glorified the Emperor singlehandedly eradicating an orc warband, and Corporal Mary Reeves was probably the only person living in the capital which actually believed the story to be entirely genuine. Though if a trusted figure told her that the sky was purple, she was the sort which might believe that as well.

She was a deer beastfolk with her roots in Artemis Province, which in her grandfather’s time would have been the forest beastfolk nation of Yggdrasil. But Mary had been born here in the capital, and the traditional ways of her people sounded entirely alien to her, less like an ancestral culture, and more like a tale from a foreign book. It was hard for her to imagine a country without aqueducts and baths, the convenience of the nighttime agora, and sturdy walls which brought with them a feeling of security that could never be found in a civilisation of mud huts and treehouses.

In Yggdrasil, deer beastfolk like her would have been locked in a generational blood feud with the brown wolf beastfolk on the other side of the river. But here in Bastion, she had a brown wolf friend called Anne, and she was just lovely. Mary had no comprehension of what she had lost, and those fragments that were within the scope of her understanding sounded backwards and wrong. Sometimes her father would look upon the talisman that he had brought with him from their lost country and make a complicated face, but she just didn’t get it. Having known that terrible place as a young boy prior to its occupation, should he not understand better than anyone how good they had it in the Empire?

Mary paused at one of the many public fountains and took a few moments of rest to observe the great arcs of a magically wrought water display, basking in the fine mist which rained down upon her. Each ward of the capital had its own theme, and the businesses and facilities reflected that, with the Arcane Quarter being appropriately sorcerous in its aesthetics. While a gaggle of palla mantled elf women passed her by, she surveyed her reflection to compare herself to them.

Her lorica hamata rested over her cream-coloured tunic, the light armour more of a badge of office than proper protection, and the spear she carried was purely ornamental as well. Her hooved feet were unsuitable for sandals, yet she still wrapped her lower legs with thin cords of leather so that she could allow herself the little flourish of a small golden ox charm astride the left ankle. It was a gift from her beloved father, and much as she didn’t understand his feelings about Yggdrasil, she adored him beyond reason. Perhaps a little more than was proper, actually.

The evening had come in full, and the shadows of the walls were slowly encroaching upon the city, the gloom bringing with it a slight chill which drove Mary to huddle into her crimson and jet cloak. She’d always liked how the bright colours of Bastion’s national symbol contrasted with her tan fur and made her otherwise plain appearance seem a little more impressive. The only part of her which was anything but entirely average was her chest, which while not excessively large was more than would normally be found upon a deer beastfolk.

For this she had her father to thank. In this world of Labrys, it was possible for all five races to interbreed, including the many subraces of beastfolk and dragonkin. Offspring took on the race of the mother and inherited minor traits and flourishes from the father, thus Mary, who was the result of a doe mother and minotaur father, was gifted sufficient bovine blood to end up with quite the ample bosom.

Well, that was hardly a bad thing. Mary was something of a hedonist and quite enjoyed the sensations that could only come with the fondling of a chest so grand as hers, and each breast was large enough to be taken entirely into the grasp of a large sized hand, that of a minotaur for example, without anything to spare. A perfect fit. And this was a judgement which she had tested for herself, one night finding her father passed out in drink and using his insensate palm to make the appropriate measurements.

That wasn’t the only thing that she’d measured, either. Mary was not going to let an opportunity like that one pass her by, and thanks to a rather enthusiastic kobold from the Crafting Quarter, she counted the artificial replica of her father’s cock hidden inside of her mattress as one of her most vital possessions. Finally, she had a means by which she might satisfy the lust she carried for her sire and sate herself she did, with fantasy firmly in mind that the real thing was not beyond her grasp. This was her vice, a forbidden fascination with the taboo which proved beyond her ability to resist.

Mary gave a little sigh and pulled herself back to her cloven hooves, resuming that little earworm propaganda song in her hum as the doe continued her mission. Her father, Captain Gaius Reeves, whom she occasionally referred to by accident (and sometimes on purpose) as ‘Captain Daddy’, sent her on a lot of very important missions and attributed to her some of the most integral tasks of their guard station.

One time, he had given her a great stack of plain paper and had her determine precisely how many sheets there were for some diplomatic endeavour. She copied what she had been assured were top secret documents that were disguised as perfectly mundane reports. She made apple tea for the other guardsmen to make sure that no Kingdom spy had infiltrated the troop in hopes of poisoning them all. And sometimes, she would be sent on an all-day patrol through one of the macellum, with instructions to spend the pocket money that her father gave her on snacks so as to not rouse suspicion that she might be keeping too close a watch.

These very important tasks that were obviously just disguised as allowances for her to goof off, and many more were all within her purview as the number one Corporal of the Third Gatehouse. And she was indeed number one. When she’d taken the advancement exam, her father had given the examiner an enormous bag of gold coins as a reward for doing such a good job marking her tests, after all!

Completely oblivious, Mary grinned and bounced along on her ‘patrol’, having somehow never managed to quite put together that she was probably the biggest fraud of the whole Empire. Perhaps if she used her privileged position as the recipient of the good Captain’s special treatment abusively, one of her squadmates would have ratted her out, but the deer beastfolk was such an inoffensive ray of sunshine that she’d effectively become the mascot girl of the whole squadron.

She had only the sense that she was being protected and supported by her father, and in a capital city with such a carnal streak to it as Aegis Bastion, could she really be blamed for her feelings taking a turn for the lustful? Nudity was permitted in the warmer months, sex was theatre to be observed at the Entertainment Quarter, and the people quite casual in their lewder pursuits. Most public baths offered ‘special massages’ performed by slaves most skilful with their hands, and for years now Mary was not able to consider her day complete without a long soak and being fingered by some enchained foreigner through a sequence of especially wet climaxes.

Though, since acquiring the facsimile of the cock that she was craving (and had preserved her virginity for), that particular item had also often been accompanying her into the various baths and used to bring her even greater satisfaction. After she dropped off her report to the next guard station over, which was entirely consistent of blank pages so must have been written in some sort of invisible ink for security reasons, with a decoy ‘real report’ already delivered, she would have to decide where she visited tonight.

The public baths followed the various themes of their associated wards and thus were very diverse in their offerings. Some of the slaves of the Arcane Quarter could use Magic, and their pleasures were quite novel, so picking one nearby was tempting. But perhaps a little more conscious of her little jingling ox charm than usual tonight, Mary made the judgement that she’d prefer the large, strong hands of one of the gladiator-adjacent slaves to be found in the Entertainment Quarter instead. She’d pick a minotaur and make him call her ‘Corporal Daughter’, making sport of her chest and stirring up her needy little pussy until she was satisfied.

It was a bit out of her way, and she wouldn’t have time to take a Skychariot up to the villa she shared with her father to retrieve her favourite toy, but that was a sacrifice that the deer beastfolk would just have to make if she hoped to meet her other cravings. Her mind made up, she moved on to humming her next song, this one a celebration of the conquering of Yggdrasil which would have surely had her father make one of those strange almost-pained faces, but it was someone else who interrupted her tune.

“Don’t you think it’s in bad taste for a beastfolk girl to be humming that song, Corporal?”

A familiar voice, “Private Anne!” The brown wolf had managed to sneak up on her superior, though considering that Mary’s illegitimacy was something of an open secret which everyone was working together to maintain the necessities of, it was hard to say what the limits of her actual authority were, “You were the one sent to deliver the…” And she then made enormous air quotes, “‘Real report’?”

Anne tried her best not to make her smile appear too strained. Looking at Mary, she couldn’t help but feel conscious of her own situation, her own father was the Adjutant and Lieutenant to her friend’s ‘Captain Daddy’, she sometimes wondered if she was also the beneficiary of a few words in the right ear and a sack of coins in some administrator’s hand rather than her own merit as well. Even some especially fierce arguments inside of her family had failed to entirely persuade her that her place on the wall was earned, and Anne was given to some small bouts of melancholy for it.

That wasn’t the fault of her friend, though. She gave a little shrug, “I’m all done. Are you off to the baths tonight? I’ll join you if you don’t mind. I always feel a little awkward around slaves from our homeland.”

The deer girl crossed her arms, “Bastion is our homeland.” She huffed a little, “You shouldn’t say things like that or you’ll get in trouble. Captain Da- I mean, Captain Reeves says we’re all Imperials now!”

“Yesterday’s enemies are today’s citizens. Today’s enemies are tomorrow’s citizens.” Anne gave a little sigh, paying some lip service to their classic propaganda line. Internally, she cursed herself for making such a misstep in the open. Mary surely thought that an Imperial Re-education Camp was some pleasant place where dissidents were won into the fold through nice conversations over apple tea, and not hellish torture chambers of such actions that would probably make the doe faint only in hearing them.

Looking at the smiling face before her, Anne’s heart twisted. Above all else, she wanted to protect the innocence of her naïve friend even if that meant needing to take special care in these sorts of conversations, “I was just testing you. If someone said something like that for real, you’d have to report them to the Blackbloods, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah!” The doe nodded her head, “They’re a little scary looking, but I’m sure they’re good guys. They protect the Empire just like us, after all.”

Yes. Anne thought to herself, By vanishing people off the streets to never be seen again because they didn’t clap long enough after one of Emperor Brand’s speeches… damn. Now I really am sounding like a dissident. So long as you follow the rules, this is the best place to live on the continent. Just…

She coughed and willed such treasonous thoughts from her mind. Sadly, that did not expunge the weight upon her soul, “How about we go to the baths now? Captain Reeves says that today was a double-bluff. Your report is the fake one this time. So, we can throw it away and take a soak together.” The doe hesitated for a moment, but it wasn’t about the idea of throwing away the papers. Anne rolled her eyes, “Unless you’re going somewhere that you can do that… stuff.”

Mary responded with an innocent smile and disposed of her few sheets of blank paper, so trusting in taking the word of her friend without any question that the act was immediate. But this was one of the reasons that she was never entrusted with any real task of consequence, “I can skip a night so we can bathe together instead. It’s been a while since we last went out.”

Perhaps twenty minutes later, the two friends were indulging in a most relaxing soak. The baths of the Arcane Quarter typically held magical properties, and their chosen pool was a warm one with its waters churned by jets with force enough to offer quite the firm massage to any bodypart offered to them. Open though Bastion was to sexual excesses, it would be a little beyond the pale for Mary to enjoy the jets the way that she most liked when she had a pool to herself, so she reclined beside her friend while enjoying some olives and wine from a silver serving tray.

The Empire was especially particular about its bathing culture, and each ward had several public baths which catered to commonfolk and nobility alike. Each was an expression of imperial pride, and this one an especially flashy display of magical artistry. The girls had forgone the usual service slaves and taken a private chamber walled in tiles which bore depictions of the deep floor of the Ocean of Echoes, and by means of illusion, all about them swam exotic marine life called into being by dracite batteries and Mage craftsmen.

Plain though Mary was in appearance otherwise, her breasts were sufficiently large as to have some floatation to them, and it led to Anne looking down at her much more modest bust with a great sigh. If she were to appraise herself, she’d say that her own features were just as ordinary as those of her friend, but she’d no special attribute to serve as a saving grace, except perhaps for having a body with enough musculature to make clear her consistent training as a guardsman. Though, that led to some people saying that her form looked ‘boyish’, and she hated how that compared to the soft curves of her companion. She hated more that she found those curves somewhat attractive herself.

Now inside a place of privacy, she decided to ask, “So, about the Captain… I understand the fascination. He’s a very impressive man. But, you know that nothing can happen, right? You can’t keep being so overt with your tastes. This isn’t Lemuria. Incest is illegal in Bastion.”

“Nuh-huh!” Mary shook her head, “It’s only illegal if I get pregnant, and I bought some of those special pills from the [Apothecary] to make sure that doesn’t happen. Did you know, there are even some senators that have their daughters in their harems? Daddy could totally take me as a mistress!”

Anne blinked, not at all having expected an answer that was anywhere near that thought out. In fact, it appeared that the doe had a whole plan in mind, “Captain Da- Daddy… he spends so much money going to brothels. Minotaur racial instinct includes a huge sex drive, and it feels like such a waste for him to spend money on strange women when I’m right here! I’d be able to cut down on special massages too. Then, we could buy a Skychariot of our own and he could take me on a trip across the Empire!”

“I think you inherited a little bit of that minotaur sex drive yourself, frankly…” Beastfolk normally entered a state of heat in the middle of each month, when the moon of their Racial Goddess, Therian, was full, and otherwise could be quite tame. Though, there were some exceptions, and halfbreeds that crossed the categories of the five races tended to have it particularly bad, “So, it’s all just a practical measure to save money? That’s surprisingly considerate for you.”

“Well, I am the number one Corporal of the Third Gatehouse.” She puffed up her chest adorably, “Other men all treat me so strangely and stay away. They must be intimidated or something. Daddy is the only one that appreciates me properly!”

It’s more that they can’t take you seriously… and that if they took advantage of you, then Captain Reeves would bury them under the outer wall. Anne hid her face behind a goblet of wine. This whole debacle is as much his fault as it is yours… He’s no fool. He definitely knows that you’re pursuing him and I imagine that the stress is giving him a stomach ulcer.

“And even if there were other men, Daddy is the best. He’s big and strong and cool. He always protects and spoils me, and he praises me for doing my work. It would be nice if he drank a little less, but nobody’s perfect! And if he didn’t sometimes drink himself into a stupor, then I’d never get to touch him at all.”

“You mentioned that touching last time…” Anne couldn’t help but be at least a little interested, “How far have you gone?”

She pouted slightly in response, “Well… in the summer he doesn’t wear anything, so it’s easy to get at him. But at this time of year, I can just shuffle aside his pallium. He sleeps very deeply, but he’s also a [Sentinel], which means I have to be really careful, so… just a little fondling.” Mary slumped, “I only got him hard that one time, and I had to focus on memorising everything so that I could get my toy made! I didn’t even get to do anything! It’s so frustrating!”

“What were you expecting to do? He’ll wake up if you do anything more than that!”

“I’d do all sorts of things! Remember that show we saw in the Entertainment Quarter when that human girl went underneath a centaur to use her mouth on him? I’ve practiced on my toy lots and lots!”

Only in a place so hedonistic as Bastion’s capital would such a show be able to take place, for the united clergies of the continents racial religions generally frowned upon the interbreeding of the five races. One subspecies of beastfolk with another was quite fine, but the crossing of humans, elves, dwarves, beastfolk, and dragonkin, was considered to be an affront to the Gods. In Dest Kingdom, such an act might end in a lynching in some of the outlying communities. In Aegis Bastion, it was nothing but a little light entertainment. Halfbreeds did not face anywhere near as much discrimination here in the Empire, and the Emperor himself was known to have an especially diverse harem.

Mary continued, “His scent is really strong, and I want to know how he tastes. But, I have this feeling like when I do, I won’t be able to stop. And then… he’d wake up, and be really happy to see me, and then take charge and… you know?”

“That… sounds like a lot of wishful thinking.” Anne blinked, “Wait a minute… why does this whole thing sound really familiar?”

“I… um… don’t know what you’re talking about…”

A flash of realisation struck, and the lunacy of it was profound enough for the wolf to launch herself at her friend to shake her by the shoulders, “You stole your whole plan from that lewd Lemurian play you dragged me to last month! Even that part about going off on a Skychariot at the end! I can’t believe I took you seriously for even a second!”

“It’s still a good plan!”

“Real life isn’t porn!” Anne dropped herself back down onto the submerged ledge with a huff, finishing off her wine and refilling her goblet from the amphora, “On what planet does Captain Reeves wake up to find his daughter sucking his dick and be delighted about it?”

“…This one?” That won her an especially judgemental stare, and she withered under it, “I mean… why wouldn’t he?”

“Because not everyone is an incest fetishist like you, Mary. That sort of thing only gets a pass in Lemuria, and their whole culture is backwards and clannish. They only marry inside the families to keep the wealth centralised in their bloodlines, and if it wasn’t for their Djinn Sultan blessing the pregnancies, there would be all sorts of birth defects.”

“Oh…” She tilted her head, “So, if I asked the Sultan, I could have Daddy’s babies?”

“How is that the one thing that you got from that explanation!? Do you think you can just walk up to a foreign monarch and just ask for a favour!?”

Going off the slightly blank look of the doe, Anne intuited that she indeed did think that such a thing was entirely possible. These evenings together are always so exhausting. It’s not good for my heart, but I just can’t leave my idiot friend alone or she’ll end up getting disowned or something…

“Well, since it would still be illegal even if Mister Sultan did help me, if I can’t have Daddy’s fawns then why don’t you give him some pups instead? Then, you could be his wife, and I could be his mistress! Wouldn’t that be great!? I bet Daddy would love to watch us do lewd things together, like that one time when I helped you with-”

“Mary! Stoppit!” Now it was her turn to wither, and the brown wolf couldn’t help but flail about and splash her friend, “You promised never to bring that up again! It was a one-time thing! You don’t know how complicated things have been for me ever since we…!”

“It’s fine! The Gods disapprove of same-sex relationships, but we get a pass if we’re both in the harem of the same man together, right? I know! We should both work on seducing Daddy as a team!”

“Are you crazy!” She took a great exasperated sigh, and then finally leaned back, “As if Captain Reeves would be interested in a plain looking girl like me.”

“So, you do like him!”

If I were to reflect on my feelings in full, I think it’s actually that I like you. But, that would be frowned upon even more so than you bedding your father. “Well, I don’t dislike him. But that’s neither here nor there.”

“Daddy really is the best, isn’t he?”

Another sigh from the wolf. Thinking about things rationally, to end up the wife of a Captain of the Aegis guard would be considered a pretty good outcome for any woman of the capital. For a woman to make it as a soldier, you needed to either have Levels or some special backing, and since Anne had neither of these things, her career had stalled completely at the lowest rank. No matter how many merits she drew to her name, promotion was not a realistic prospect.

“I’m a prideful woman, Mary. I worked really hard to prove myself, and if I became anyone’s wife, then I’d be throwing away my career to serve my man instead.”

“Being a wife is very important, too!” The doe nodded with sufficient bounce to have her chest slap against the water’s surface, “I worry that if I became Daddy’s mistress, then the whole Empire might fall without me doing my super special work. But, Daddy is more important than both of us put together and times twenty, so serving him is like serving the Emperor himself!”

All that imperial propaganda must have finally rotted her brain completely. Anne sighed. That said, I can’t entirely deny that she has a point. Would it make me a hypocrite if I gave up on my struggle to offer myself up to Captain Reeves? I guess my parents would be happy since it doubles down on dad’s connection and might win him a promotion. Mum… well, she’d be happy to see me with any man at all, probably. I think she knows that I prefer women…

But, this also feels like the sort of calculated decision that the sort of women that I hate might make. I know that Captain Reeves is a good man, even if his daughter has ended up like this. What happened to his first wife was tragic, and I can sympathise with the awful position he was put in when it came out that she was an Yggdrasil sympathiser. No wonder he drinks so much when the Emperor made him wield the headsman’s axe himself… this whole country is a fucking mess. I hate that even thinking that gives me this strange sense of cognitive dissonance. Should I just run away to Dest Kingdom or something? Would I even make it over the border if I tried?

“You’re making your thinking face. Here. Have more wine!”

“More wine is the last thing I need. I make bad decisions when I drink too much.”

“Like the end of winter when you were in heat and you and I-” A few thumps put paid to that line, but Mary still continued, “Hey, isn’t it the full moon tonight, too? You and Daddy will both be in your mating moods, and me too, so now is the perfect time!”

Oh. I’d not kept track. Honestly, that’s probably the reason that I’m even considering this nonsense to begin with. Beastfolk tend to make terrible decisions at this time of month, given over to passion and lust. It’s not uncommon for two people to dive into bed together at the lightest prompting. I’m just excessively horny and slightly drunk. Still, I’m not opposed to an older man, even though the difference in lifespan balances us out anyway, and I do like Captain Reeves. He’s always been like a second father to me and… no, thinking about that now makes things even weirder. The Emperor really should ban these Lemurian plays from the Entertainment Quarter for the sake of public decency if they’re even starting to make me think thoughts like this. I can’t believe I just imagined myself calling Captain Reeves ‘Daddy’ like Mary does.

“Now you’re making your turned-on face!”

Anne immediately brought her hands to her cheeks to hide her expressions, quite annoyed that she was being so easily read, “I hate that I can’t come up with a good reason to refute your intent. My career has hit a dead end. My parents would approve. And if I let you go any farther with this on your own, then you’re going to end up getting in trouble. Captain Reeves would make a good husband, but…” She gave a little shrug, “He’d reject me for sure. All sorts of beautiful women have approached him, and he’s turned down every one of them to buy whores instead. There’s the little hiccup in your plan of us teaming up that makes it all impossible.”

“Daddy says he has a good reason for not taking another wife, but he won’t tell me what it is…” The doe shrugged, “Daddy likes you, though. He talks about you a lot, saying how you’re like his unofficial daughter, and how much he admires your spirit and stuff.” Mary grinned and put up her fists in a stretch which looked like a victory celebration, “One time, he was talking about how worried he was about you finding a husband, so I asked him really slyly what he thought of you, and he refused to answer me so that obviously means he likes you! Right? It’s woman’s intuition!”

“Woman’s intuition is made up, Mary.”

That said, it did knock Anne a little off-balance to know that she was appraised so highly by the minotaur, and she couldn’t help but recontextualise some of their past interactions through the lens of him perhaps being somewhat interested in her. Was that offer for her to visit him in his villa to discuss work maybe an invitation for something more? Were the conspiratorial glances between him and her own father perhaps evidence that some arrangement had already been decided between them without her knowledge? When she’d chosen to shed her equipment to walk home nude in the summer heat, was his gaze a little more lingering than was strictly complimentary?

“I bet sex feels amazing.”

“It doesn’t.” Unlike her doe friend, Mary had indulged in her own fair share of little flings. Relationships had never lasted long when her career focus took precedent, and none of those men had the sort of position in society where she could justify giving up on the soldiery to be their wife, “Sex looks good when it’s a show in the Entertainment Quarter, but in real life, it’s messy and rough. Male scent gets into your fur and takes days to go away, and it’s never as nice a feeling as just masturbating with a toy.”

“The smell matters that much?”

“I hate how men smell.” Anne tapped her sensitive nose, “Most males make me feel sick. I guess if I think about it more deeply, that’s probably why I don’t enjoy sex with them.”

“Daddy smells amazing, though!”

“I’ll take your word for it.” She sighed, quite sceptical, “It’s not like I’ve ever taken a big whiff of the Captain, you know? I hear that minotaurs smell really strong, though.”

“Yeah, Daddy is really self-conscious of it. That’s why his office at the Third Gatehouse is all open and aerated and stuff! I love it. The second that I walk into his private rooms back in the villa, I take just one big breath of air, and it instantly makes my body all tingly, and my pussy goes super wet.”

“As much as I like Captain Reeves, a smell that strong would probably just make me throw up.”

“Hmmm…. Bet!”

“What?”

Mary had the look of mischief about her, “Bet me! Daddy drinks his Lemurian brandy and goes to sleep early on nights of the full moon. He can’t go whoring when he’s in rut, because he might go crazy and hurt the girls or something! So, we go into his room together, and if you feel like I feel, then I win. And if you feel all sick, then you win!”

“And what exactly would we be betting?”

“If you win… you can ask me to do anything you want! We can even go and watch that really long and boring play from Dest Kingdom that you keep going on about.”

Now it was Anne’s turn to snap, “It’s not boring! It’s cultured! We should be thankful that the Emperor even allows foreign plays to be shown, even if they are heavily censored!”

“And if I win…” Mary ploughed on, completely ignoring any complaints, “You help me seduce Daddy! You’re super smart, after all! Not as smart as me, of course. But, really good at plans and stuff! I bet you could come up with a way to make everything work out!”

…Now I’m just angry that I find both of those outcomes to be equally palatable. And I’m especially livid that it’s Mary of all people that’s the one putting them to me. She swilled the wine in her goblet, and then downed all that remained. If I let Mary go off tonight on her own, then she’ll probably make a complete mess of this. She’s definitely going to take advantage of Captain Da- augh! CAPTAIN REEVES being passed out. And when he wakes up, she’ll say the worst possible thing and end up getting disowned or something. I suppose if I put my mind to it, I really might be able to actually finesse this into something that would work out for all of us.

But… it’s still the full moon. Maybe I’m entertaining all of this because I’m just horny and ready to make a bad decision. Or am I just overanalysing things? I’ve acted impulsively on nights like this before, but I can’t imagine that I’d be so taken in that I’d do something as silly as just throw myself at Captain Da… ugh…

“Wait a minute... Are you saying that you see me as some sort of schemer?”

The wrestling and bickering which followed lasted for quite some time into the dusk, and after a few more amphora of honey wine between them, an accord was reached. As for the man which it concerned, his evening was one significantly more muted in its nature. The Reeves villa was located within the golden circlet which crested Mount Myrmidon, a regal district accessible only to the Bastion nobility and those military officers which had made at least the rank of Captain. It was here that Gaius found himself enduring the effects of an especially brutal rut, and he cursed the full moon and his Goddess for forcing such an affliction upon him each month.

On these nights in which his desire filled him with such restless energy that he could scarcely contain himself, he would ban the slaves from the villa in its entirety, for not even the males would be safe from him. His sex drive through the month was sufficient for him to have a roster of whores across the many wards which made up the capital, but on the day of the full moon, he dared not employ a single one of them, lest he lose control and in his titanic strength injure his rented woman.

To have even a single Level was to be the beneficiary of stats which were at least fifty percent higher than those held by an ordinary career soldier, and his racial bonus as a minotaur skewed his physical traits even higher. Gaius carried the Profession of [Sentinel], which advanced his endurance and the natural defences of his body to such extent that his own armour was as ornamental as Marys, for his hide was made of sterner stuff than steel. His Skills were [Axe] and [Athletics], the former being somewhat self-explanatory and containing the necessary proficiencies for his primary weapon, and the latter imposing further multiplicative effects upon his martial powers.

Gaius was Level One, and this was his ceiling, a cap which he would not break no matter how many more fiends he slew. But, by virtue of the power granted by even this single Level, the combination of heightened stats, and his complimentary build as well, this made of him a superhuman warrior. A fine thing when he was on the battlefield. Less so when it felt to him that his whores were made of glass.

He stood at the balcony of his domus and made an attempt to distract himself with his view of the capital below, the vast metropolis in which golden torchlight drove back the silver moonglow as if in resistance to celestial imposition. He wished that he could be so resilient himself. A good wife would tend to his urges, and before the tragedy of their parting, his former beloved had. But, Gaius had indulged in such corruption to see his daughter elevated beyond her capabilities that any wife he took on would quickly understand the leverage that she held over him in this knowledge.

In Bastion, a woman was typically loyal first to her father, and second to her husband, thus to invite a wife of good breeding into his home would be to place himself under the thumb of a man which might blackmail him. Gaius had hoped that his daughter’s time as a Corporal of the Third Gatehouse would be brief, sufficient to legitimise her as a valuable mate for some worthy man to take on, yet Mary had shown no interest in any of the noble males that he’d nudged into her path.

And Gaius was not so blind, nor his daughter sufficiently sly as for her desires to be hidden from him. This minotaur felt his racial instincts particularly strongly, and despite the blood bond, it already took much of his restraint for him to not tear through the villa and assault Mary for no reason other than her being a breedable female within the reach of his grasp. The fact that she lusted after him, and his knowledge of precisely what she was hiding inside of her mattress (though he’d no idea how she’s gotten the measurements so precisely), made this all the more difficult.

Frankly, he was at his wits end.

Salvation had come in part from his longtime friend, Rufus, the brown wolf Adjutant to his station which shared common roots in Yggdrasil. Hoping to deepen the bonds between their families, he’d offered up his own daughter as a prospective wife absent the usual politicking that involved, but that was a little troubling for Gaius for different reasons. Anne felt like a second daughter to him, and he was especially wary of how that might blur the lines between himself and his daughter by blood. Thus, negotiations were ongoing.

Despite his instinctual drives, Gaius was something of a pragmatist with a firm belief in self-mastery. By discipline and will, he restrained his base desires to instead embrace the Empire’s logic and reason. Thus, his feelings about Bastion were quite complex. About his neck was a small silver star charm, a pendent memento of old Yggdrasil bequeathed to him by his own father. He remembered the country of his birth, a culture of numerology and astrology which had been stolen and assimilated by the Empire and the means by which their new navy now navigated the Ocean of Echoes.

Gaius had been stripped of the legacy of his people, denied his birthright culture, and yet… the Emperor had given far more than he had taken. A minotaur might live a century, yet he had known not a single one in Yggdrasil beyond forty, Gaius’ present age. His people were preyed upon by sickness and disease, fiends and rival tribes, many of their beliefs backwards and based in incorrect assumptions of the world. His sense of sentimentality was not so great that he could deny that imperial culture was superior, and as a man which now stood as a military official of the capital, he must admit that he was a great beneficiary of it.

His instincts told him that he had sold his soul. But those same instincts were those that demanded that leadership was the product of strength of arm rather than wisdom, and that he should slake his wants by force. His impulse was savagery. If he listened to that inner voice, then he would be living like an animal, and a nation of animals is all that Yggdrasil had ever amounted to. Now, it was the civilised and superior Artemis Province. Yet, Gaius had never been able to let go of the feeling that something had been taken from him, something fundamental to his existence, yet ever the inferior to the imperial way, and this doublethink tormented him.

The bottle of Lemurian brandy was entirely encapsulated within the minotaur’s large hand, and in hopes of slaying this churning sense of sentimentality, Gaius downed all that remained. He leaned against the stone railing before him and clad in naught but the flowing crimson and jet mantle of his pallium, he cut an impressive figure. In battle, he would wear only a reinforced subligaria to protect the most vital parts to which his [Sentinel] hide did not extend, and as a foreign-born citizen he held no right to the gens togata in formal wear so typically went only with his soldier’s mantle even in the winter.

His fur was a deep chocolate brown, fine to the touch and through which would be found an especially potent musculature. Gaius stood at a height beyond eight feet, his great pearl white horns accounting for another two, and his shoulders were broad enough to make passage through the doorways of some homes an awkward affair. If not for the thick rugs and carpets of his domus, then his great hooves would each land with a resounding thud, and his body held within it a sense of restrained power.

To drink himself into a stupor was his usual solution to these nights in which thoughts of his homeland, the troubles of his daughter, and the imposition of his monthly rut, all weighed upon him so unbearably. Difficult though that was since his [Sentinel] included the [Ailment Resistance] Ability. He would normally by now be so deep into his cups as to be nigh insensate and perhaps collapsed across the accubitum to have fallen asleep in the midst of a nighttime feast.

He was so far behind in his usual evening ritual for thoughts of his daughter and her friend had proved so especially distracting. Just as he was particularly sharp when it came to noticing Mary’s interests, both Rufus and his wife knew that Anne, while not fully averse of males, preferred the fairer sex. If she was allowed to progress too far down that route, then it would bring shame upon their family, and this knowledge was why Gaius was indulging the idea of taking her on as a wife at all. The wolf was not exclusively interested in women at present, and it was Rufus’ reckoning that if she continued to indulge the advances of lesser men, then she might end up so disillusioned as to give up on them entirely.

Fuck her straight. Or at least sufficiently to maintain her bisexuality. Quite the simple-minded request that he’d received from Rufus, and delivered as bluntly as ‘please breed the dyke from my daughter’. If Gaius had to choose, he would prefer she retain some feminine tastes, so that he might enjoy watching her in the carnal company of other wives. In this world of Labrys, women outnumbered men two to one, and thus it was common for males, which typically held power in every civilisation of the continent, to have harems as appropriate demonstrations of their manhood. In this, Gaius’ insistence on remaining single for the past half-decade had actually caused him some social damage and it was past time for him to take on a woman.

Gaius knew that he would probably accept Anne as a wife eventually. It was a solution which simply tied up too many loose ends for him to not follow through. There was sufficient affinity between them for him to imagine that their relationship would become one deeper than mere convenience with time, it suited both of their families, and Mary would doubtless be ecstatic to have her friend join the household. The secret that his daughter was… not entirely competent… would also be kept.

His concern was his own bestial instincts, for in his mind, his mental image of Anne and Mary simply had too much overlap. Rather than lust after him, his daughter should find a mate by which she could have offspring and pursue a more rational future. There were nobles of Bastion which counted direct family members as part of their harems, yet they were generally seen as degenerate, and each relationship was a dead end as to produce incestuous offspring was illegal.

If he took on Anne, then when it came to Mary… he might not be able to stop himself. No. It would be wise to consider them something of a package deal from the start considering what he’d been informed of by some bathhouse staff that had seen the two girls together. His fingers flexed about the empty bottle in his hand, a fantasy in his mind of that same grasp about his daughter’s throat while he-

A sharp crack dragged him from that errant thought as the glass broke, the shards of it insufficient to pierce through the natural defences of his [Sentinel]. It was enough to bring him back to realty, though. In these times of rut, he was dangerous. It was not only his sense of reason which strayed from him, but his control of his strength as well. Only in the case of his former wife had he managed to restrain his might by the instinctual knowledge that she was his possession. Or so he had thought, until she betrayed her country and family both. Did she have the same troubling thoughts of the Empire which now swirled within his heart as well? Gaius would now never know.

He sighed. Tired of the way that his thoughts were meandering around in circles. He felt upon him the weight of inevitability. Yes. He was going to fuck Anne. He was almost surely going to have his daughter as well. But not tonight. Not while Therian’s moon was at its fullest, his blood up with an insatiable want, and all carnality without the gentle framing that his daughters deserved.

His nose twitched, the bovine man allowing himself a huff of exasperation. Daughters? Plural? If those were his innermost thoughts unveiled by drink, then perhaps the apple did not fall so far from the tree as far as degeneracy inside of the Reeves family went. His resolve firmed. Tomorrow he would confer with Rufus after their morning briefings, and after the wolf man finished bragging about his fourth wife’s latest litter, he would impart his decision regarding Anne.

A great pity then that circumstance conspired against him. Some hours had since passed, and it was now deep into the night, sufficiently long for the crisp air of early autumn to have sobered up two girls which had chosen to climb Mount Myrmidon manually rather than make use of one of the public Skychariots. A good thing that the Arcane Quarter was not so far from the peak, for the ascent from the Third Gatehouse was one which might take more than just a day on foot, so vast was the capital.

They had in their mind a plan which had sharpened beyond the idle ruminations of drink and moonlust. The domus was a sprawling villa, open and aerated to an environment which in another world would be called Mediterranean. The people of that same other world might also say that Bastion was a nation of an ancient Roman aesthetic, yet one which the nature of four races aside from humanity, the concepts of Levels and Magic, and several more incongruities which have no place in so short a tale as this one made somewhat misaligned with a true analogue of Rome.

Such diversions aside and the matter of the domus returned to, this was a space befitting of the highest ranks of the Imperial peoples, a collection of buildings connected with elevated walkways, courtyards, and gardens, in a form which one might easily mistake for a small palace. Few rooms were entirely sealed off, these being the most private innermost chambers, vault, and the room in which the patriarch of the Reeves family conducted his business and politicking. Savage in appearance and brutal in his proclivities though the good Captain was, he had wisdom enough to be very proficient in these things as well.

Now that the drink has worn off, this feels much less like a good idea. Beastfolk always make stupid decisions on the full moon…

The atrium was lavish, the central point of the home from which all else sprawled, and in her past visits Anne had advanced only a little ways beyond this point. Their families had become close since the passing of Mary’s mother, and she was well known enough to the gatekeepers of the highest district of the city to have passed them by in the doe’s company with only a nod of acknowledgement to mark her entrance. A walkway which overlooked a small garden was now the only divide between here and the rooms of the Reeves patriarch, and the wolf found herself sticking to the shadow of her bold companion.

In her head, she found herself troubled by how easily she could imagine herself as the possession of the Captain, putting together all of the little coincidences and constructing an inner narrative in which surrender almost felt like a forgone conclusion. Her own instincts were not so alien to her as for the wolf to not notice that she was creating her own set of contrivances to see her lust satiated, and since beastfolk courtship had a habit of being so impulsive in its nature, it worried her that she might move without thinking.

“We could just… call the whole thing off and go to your rooms instead? We can say that you won.”

As courage fled from her, she received only in turn a tilt of the doe’s head, “But, if I win, you have to do what I say, so you have to seduce Daddy for me anyway!” Well, there was certainly no faulting that particular logic loop. Win or lose, she was going to be entering these chambers, and Anne was not so craven as to entirely break her word, even if she was faltering somewhat.

“You might be overestimating my feminine wiles a little bit there, Mary.” Both girls had left their armour and spears behind in the entryway, now clad only in the light tunics worn to prevent the rub of lorica against fur. Without a little padding, one could end up with the most unattractive looking bald patches, and some beastfolk species were especially prone to them. Anne found her fingers trailing through the rough fur of her shoulders, always worried about thinning, “Just make sure you come in and save me with that excuse we talked about when he rejects me.”

She made clear that she relented with a deep breath and a nod, and soon they stood before the doorway to the few rooms which made up Gaius’ private space, here located his bedchambers and office, along with a small balcony where he might enjoy the view over the capital which his privilege had won him. Olivewood slid aside to allow them entry, and over soft carpets padded cloven hooves and delicate paws, the bounce of two sets of digitigrade legs helping in their stealth. Through the office they went, and then into the adjoining chamber.

When a family was complete, an especially large bed called the lectus genialis took its place at the heart of the domus, in open view of the wider complex and positioned so that the head male of the family might demonstrate his virility in the breeding of his harem. As a widower, Gaius had made a pyre of his former marital bed, and taken one of the private rooms as his new bedchamber, placing here a simple lectus cubicularis not dissimilar to a large reclining couch, and it was upon this within the tangle of his cloak that he slumbered.

The room itself was far from spartan, the walls adorned with mementos of a long military career, a stand placed for his rarely-worn ceremonial armour, and a plinth upon which was set an axe which both girls would need to unite their strength to even lift, let alone wield. Through a lattice of crossed wood above, the silvery moonglow streamed, and tonight Lentulus, the moon of Goddess Therian, shone with sufficient brightness that even a human might see quite clearly.

A neat collection of bottles, the Captain’s favourite import of Lemurian brandy, formed a line astride him, all spent, and one fractured. Drink was his reprieve from many troubling musings, and the signature brand of Bastion’s Phoenix Ale insufficient to provide a man with the resistances of [Sentinel] enough alcohol to escape the bonds of thought. His sleep was deep and dreamless, but a warrior was ever ready and easily disturbed from his slumber.

“Take a breath. Doesn’t he smell amazing?” Mary whispered, “Gods, it’s all I can do not to just jump on him! Maybe I should? Do you think I should? No. You have to go first, I guess. That was your plan, wasn’t it? For some reason it’s so hard to remember…”

That restraint was required to quash a carnal instinct such as that certainly made clear that Mary had enough minotaur blood in her to surely be her father’s daughter. Anne might have made a little scathing retort of her own, but the growing fugue which had settled upon her senses since entering these chambers was now sufficient enough to sublimate most conscious thought.

Typically, Anne found men to be foul-smelling, perhaps save for her own kin. Her nose was sensitive, and even through perfumes she had always found the sour-stale scent that she associated to masculinity as something repulsive. Yet, what now infiltrated her sinuses was entirely different. Or perhaps, so strong as to become overpowering. This was a deep and heavy musk, as potent as wine, spiced and heated, it was a flavour which warmed her body and she quaked to the intensity of it.

This is the scent of a man? Compared to this, it felt wrong to imagine those that had tried to court her in the past as men at all. Anne found herself advancing, step by step, until she stood amongst the line of bottles astride the minotaur, a being so vast that he might take her midriff into his hands and have sufficient room in his grasp to interlock his fingers about her.

Is it the estrus of the full moon? Or does the wine still muddle my thoughts? I feel like my breeding instincts are going crazy… This is… dangerous. I feel like my will is being robbed away. I’m just searching for some sort of excuse to… I want…

There was a light spread to Gaius’ legs, and she looked down to find that her small hand already rested upon his inner thigh, “This is a nonsense… the scent of a man should not be so hypnotic.” She bit her lip, “Ludicrous. Inconceivable.” There was a heat beneath her palm, the hotblooded pulse of the man to which she should belong. Anne looked over her shoulder to find that she had been abandoned by her friend. Or rather, the doe had slipped into some shadow to enjoy watching things play out.

A good thing that she had, for Anne had claws which Mary lacked, and the instinctual flex of them against that bovine hide was far less gentle than his daughter’s fondling. That small scratch was enough for Gaius to awaken, and by virtue of his Profession came immediate clarity of thought and the locking of eyes with the woman astride him.

“Private Anne.”

“Captain Reeves.”

There was a void of silence which followed in which the minotaur looked to be performing some calculations, and then he spoke, “Rufus is more of a schemer than I anticipated for him to send you to my side at this time when reason escapes me.”

“I am not here at the bidding of my father.” Her reply was a little stiff. Shock kept her rooted to the spot, and engaged in a conversation far too casual in its tone as to be congruous to their position, “Are you not angry? I should not be in your chambers. I… imagined that you would strike me by instinct or something.”

“Rufus has offered you up to me already. I forgive him his indiscretions and am not so surprised as to be offended by your forwardness.” He took a slow breath, his chest rising and falling, “That said, you should remove your hand from my thigh. The moon is full. I am at the peak of my desire, and you the height of your fertility. If you do not flee this room now upon your paws, then by the dawnlight you shall crawl from it.”

It was all that Gaius could do to hold himself back already. As wakefulness dispelled the veil of sleep and the impotency of his brandy, he felt strength flow into his limbs. The wants of the flesh were overwhelming and placed before him was a woman whom he could claim should he desire it, with no remand from her father and the excuse of her indiscretions as well. But what remained of his reason told him that this night in which he was uncontrollable was not the time to do as he willed. But the wolf had not moved, and more confused him, “Why are you smirking? Do you not imagine me serious?”

“I…” She swallowed, for her somewhat insolent expression was due to a gap in intent that she couldn’t help but perceive, “You have not ordered me to leave. Only made promise of what would happen to me should I choose to stay.” A little realisation showed on his face, and Anne continued, emboldened, “I have watched you reject many beautiful women very forcibly. Beastfolk that make me look plain and ugly by comparison. So… I can’t explain my feelings when you pose things so gently.”

What is happening? Why are we having this strange, stilted conversation? Is this what flirting is supposed to be like? I can’t think clearly. There was a plan if I lost the bet, but I can only remember bits of it… wasn’t I supposed to arouse him in his sleep until in wakefulness he wouldn’t be able to resist me? I’m bad at this sort of seduction. That scent is just too much. I always liked Captain Da- Captain Re-… Captain Daddy a little. But this… a smell and a few kind words… is it not too contrived? What sort of easy woman am I!? And he’s being quite forward as well… could it be that he was thinking of me, too?

“Do not call yourself plain and ugly. You are beautiful. To say anything else is to insult my tastes.” The minotaur responded, “You are like a second daughter to me, but should you linger here much longer then I will not be able to hold myself back from treating you roughly. Begone, or you shall be giving me daughters rather than playing the part of one.”

He didn’t command me that time either. That means… he’s open to this? Wait… why am I so open to this? There was supposed to be a whole process here, but now it feels like the situation is running away from me!

Words spilled from her mouth before she could stop them, “I would not hate to do both of those things.”

That was a line to imbue the man’s eyes with something savage, but for some reason it was not a look which made Anne afraid. The warrior’s hand flexed against the wooden frame of his bed, “Dare to do so, and you slay your every dream to instead become a woman in my keeping. Be not seduced by Therian’s estrus.” Another deep breath, “This night I have resolved to accept Rufus’ offer of you. I intended to allow you to remain a soldier for some time before making the arrangement formal. It need not be now. You can still achieve your ambitions before I have you.” He looked her in the eye, “This is your last chance to flee.”

Silence. But this time only a brief one.

“So be it. There will be no more restraint. You shall tell your father that I gave you ample warning before breaking you upon my cock.”

Vulgar, so much so that it caught the wolf by surprise, but this was the crude dominance which he restrained. Gaius rose from his lectus cubicularis, leaving behind the great indentation of his body upon emerald cushions to tower over the wolf as he came to his hooves. His night had certainly taken a turn for the unexpected, and he worked on the assumption that Anne had heard from her parents of their future arrangement and taken matters into her own hands to advance their relationship in a manner which allowed her agency. That she was instead here under the goading of his daughter was not within the purview of his guesses in any way, and he imagined that Mary was likely asleep in her own wing of the villa.

From his perspective, this was naught but a convenient twist of fate. He had made his choice to take on Anne, and then destiny had delivered her to his bedside in a contrivance most appropriate to a dream. Whatever plan she might have had for him, he trampled over without care. If anything, the greatest surprise had been that this carnal circumstance had sparked an immediate sexual chemistry between them, and the minotaur felt himself quite smooth to have been able to capitalise on it. He was compelled by his rut, and her by some desire for him as well, and it took only the exchanging of a few words for things to come to this. No wonder each of the five races of Labrys found the racial instincts of other species incomprehensible. An elf or dwarf especially would be aghast that a dynamic such as this might be sealed in a conversation of scarcely two minutes.

But, this was how beastfolk were. Compatibility was not a negotiation, nor the process of reason – as much as Gaius considered himself to be a man of logic. This was a coupling of instincts. His instincts told him to claim this wolf. And by the look she was giving him, he was sure that hers were telling her to yield. That was enough for him to regard her his possession. He hoped that it would be sufficient to keep him from harming her in all that would come next.

His mantle fell from his shoulders, the clasp uncoupled in the restlessness of sleep, and he deemed her tunic to be done away with as well. Thus, in his hands he took the garment, and rather than strip her of it, he engaged his unreasonable strength and tore the fabric to pieces, “You’re not a soldier anymore. Tomorrow, you shall be stripped of rank and privilege. Henceforth, you do not wear clothes without my permission.”

That was his first edict, and she received it with a nod. Her hands had reactively covered nudity which he had seen upon her plenty of times before, an arm across her chest and another between her legs, “And you shall not conceal from me that which I possess.”

When he commands me… why do I feel such a resonance from it? It is as if his voice reverberates in my chest. To obey feels so natural. Is this what it means to be a slave to one’s racial instinct?

Another nod, and she suppressed her fear to bare herself to him. Breasts such as those could not compare to his other daughter, and-… Gaius found himself setting his jaw. There it was again. A forbidden parity between his girls. Frustrated, he took his left hand to her throat, and advanced a few steps to pin his quarry to the wall. His grasp was not so severe as to deprive her of air, but firm enough to make clear to whom she staked her life on. Dragonkin, so obsessed with the sacredness of breath were prone to taking their mates by the throat, and Gaius quite liked this means of control as well.

His fingers flexed, and by his hand her upper body was now concealed from his view. In his mind’s eye he imagined the broken brandy bottle, and yet despite the ferocity of his instincts, that Anne was unharmed was not the result of his restraint, but a fundamental acknowledgement that unlike those whores with whom he must show care by wilful intent, she was a person that he owned, and the blunting of his strength automatic.

“Daddy…”

She murmured that word, her throat a vibration against his first finger and thumb. In his own breast rumbled a masculine baritone, “Yes. That is the title you shall use for me. You are the one that insinuated that you would play the part of daughter and wife both. And so, this is the life that you shall lead.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Anne swallowed. What the hell am I even saying right now? I can’t believe that I let Mary’s stupid perversions rub off on me like this… No, that’s not it. My instincts are telling me to submit. I belong to Daddy now. It’s like I’m wrapped up in a weighted blanket, and all of my will is smothered away. I want to do whatever he tells me. It’s terrifying. I feel like the centre of my whole universe has just been usurped. My racial instincts as a beastfolk woman are telling me to forsake everything but him. My parents and my siblings, my career, my dreams, every thought I have of old Yggdrasil. I want to throw it all away and know nothing but this wall against my back, his hand at my throat, and that cock inside of me.

“I can see you surrendering. You have found a compatible man. I am your superior, and you submit by design.” He mused, looking her in the eye as if able to observe the gears of her mind turning. Roused at last, the domineering drive of his own bull nature rose to the fore and to put his thoughts to voice helped to quell a portion of what may otherwise have been savage action. Tonight, this woman would be taught proper submission to her male. His free hand found her chest, and while it was somewhat wanting in size, the delicacy of her body was to Gaius’ liking in a different way. She’d some musculature to her from her training, perhaps that being why her breasts were somewhat diminished. Nothing that a pregnancy or two would not solve. A little athleticism would surely prove beneficial in her new place as well.

Her fur was a little thick, yet not so much so that he could not find each peaked nipple, jet black against a coat just a little lighter than his own. And as his hand roamed lower, he found six more down her front, none of which had any mass at all to them, perhaps leftover from some bestial origins of distant myth, or a mere quirk of Therian’s will. Hers was a canine spade, and Gaius had known enough whores to be familiar with the equipment of many different races. Her legs instinctively parted further to allow him access, and he traced the puffed-up lips of a femslick greased inversion of Y.

And then his large digits, each as grand as two of her own, twisted into her sopping cunt, “Tell me, how do my fingers compare to those of my other daughter?” Now inspiration struck for Gaius as well, and he decided to test the weight of a degradation against which he expected her to yield. The minotaur leaned down, and rumbled into her triangular ear, “Does this bring you pleasure, you dyke bitch?”

The ecstasy of his plundering fingers drove her to a sharp gasp, yet it was the imposition of that word which forced her into a helpless whine. Dyke. Is that what her man thought of her? Is that what her parents had shared with him in secret conference? Perhaps Mary had let slip about their carnal encounter together, or maybe she just wasn’t quite as subtle as she thought with her own closeness to the doe, “I’m sorry, Daddy…”

“I don’t mind that you like cunt.” His fingers curled upwards, the vastness of them testing the pliability of her spade, “But you’re going to learn to love my cock the most. When I tell you to eat pussy, that’s what you’ll do. But only when I tell you to. The one thing for which you won’t wait for my command is to offer all of your holes up to me. Cunt, throat, and ass, shall be fucked into my shape. This is what you’re for. I’m going to mould you into a woman befitting of me. You will be my daughter. My wife. And sometimes, the dyke bitch whose face I force into worthier cunt. Understood?”

The man that had called her beautiful only minutes ago, now imposed himself upon her in full, but Anne could be all of these things and more when it was at the bidding of the person to whom she belonged. She would have her roles in society, within the household, and contained to their bedroom as well. If anything, there was a strange sense of elation which came with the knowledge that her occasional-lesbianism would continue to be indulged.

But I hate that the humiliation of it all is what made my pussy throb. None of those other males dared to tell me what my place was. Daddy is so sweet to me, and so strong in company, but when he has me like this, I feel like his owned slut. Is this why Mary is so fascinated with him? Did she know all of this already? Will… will she be the one that Daddy forces me to…

Her nose twitched, her particularly attuned sense of smell able to cut through the scent of minotaur musk and her own arousal to seek out something else. Yes. Mary was watching, and by the intensity of that odour, doubtless with her fingers rocking in time inside of her to the same pace of those of her father against Anne. Perhaps… I shall be just a little bold?

“Daddy… please… I love your daughter… my… sister…?” It was amazing what a lifetime in the Empire could do to normalise such doublethink as this, though quite doubtful that the Emperor ever imagined that his social diktats would ever be utilised in this way.

“That’s why I’ll allow you to remain my pet dyke. You’re going to need to drink my cum from my other daughter’s little doe pussy or she might get pregnant, after all.” Gaius had accepted the inevitability of a future in which he took on Mary as well, though pleasure blunted Anne’s surprise that all of them were on the same page after all. That mental image was alone for her to shudder in climax, the wolf squirming her way through an especially wet orgasm copious enough in fluids to truly deepen the sense of humiliation. If not for the absence of any ammonia scent, one might be mistaken in the assumption that she might have wet herself.

Immediately, his fingers sped up, his large hand making an undulating motion which squished the puffiness of her spade into his palm while his carefully manicured digits plundered her insides. The scent of her own arousal now became apparent enough to her nose as to compete with bull musk, but most evident of all things was the sound of it. Her pussy made a lewd shlicking noise as she was toyed with, the fur of her thighs matted with femslick, and the degrading smile which the minotaur wore made evident that he had noticed.

Anne squirmed helplessly. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I wanted… no. This is what I wanted, isn’t it? I always liked Mary, and this is the only way that I could ever be with her. Because of that damned doe bimbo, I’m…! Her head shook in defiance. Daddy… was my attraction to him always this strong? I thought that my interest was vague, but from the moment that I had his scent… am I a whore for submitting to my instincts so easily? No wonder humans scorn us. No wonder those Lemurian nobles keep canine beastfolk like pets. My reason is fled and his as well. That which makes us beastfolk has stronger sway than the logic that makes us people. I’m his animal. I’m his bitch. No better than a beast that walks on four legs.

It was a realisation which came with such a profound sense of relief that it sent her into a secondary climax. Entombed though they were inside of the façade of the Empire, this act was the one expression of their bestial nature that they were allowed. She was not permitted to grieve a homeland that she had never known. But she could offer up her cunt to the male that had conquered her just as the old ways dictated. To surrender her soul on a whim and become the property of a worthy man was her rebellion against the Emperor. And to have her face forced into her friend’s incestuously seeded cunt was her defiance of the Gods themselves.

The sense of victory was an addictive thrill. Or perhaps Anne was simply reaching to justify a carnal desire to have her estrus-heated pussy filled and this burning feeling in her core sated. To discard her agency and bind herself to her role as Gaius’ cocksleeve felt so wonderfully freeing, and while Anne was not the type to abandon the burden of free will for good, while she was with him in his bed, she could at least pretend.

“Tell me what sport my daughter had of you.”

Her face screwed up. She hated that it was posed that way. Gaius had made the assumption that their sapphic affair had been one in which one of the girls had dominated the other, and he was right not only in the assumption that it had been one-sided, but also in that she was the girl placed into the role of submission. Anne hadn’t known that she liked women until that night, and it was perhaps the fault of the doe that up until now she was considering writing off men completely.

“It was… towards the end of last year…” She panted as the steady rhythm of his fingers continued to flow that undulating beat into her streaming pussy, “My heat was… the moon was… everything felt like it was burning…” The hand at her neck denied her any attempt to look away from him, “She kissed me and… just like this… she pinned me to the wall… she said that I look cute when I cum.”

“You do look cute when you cum.” He affirmed, “Pleasure is what you are for. It is appropriate that you look grateful when you receive it. You will be taught to wear the same expression of ecstasy when you give it as well. You will drink of my cock until you imagine my bovine seed to be ambrosia. You will walk my domus with my seed frothing your thighs, holes leaking white, and belly rounded with pregnancy.”

Daddy…!

“After a while… my legs failed… and I couldn’t stop her from…” The wolfess gave a shameful look, “She forced my face into her crotch, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me… she was so wet that I could barely breathe through the matted fur… at first, it was just because I was… I was… the heat was really bad… but eventually… I liked it… then… I loved it.”

Her voice gained a little resolve, “I love my doe sister’s pussy. I love her breasts. I even put my tongue under her tail…” She gulped, “That night changed me and… we did so much… she played with me until I passed out and the bathhouse manager came and threw us out…”

That all but confirmed the reports that he had received from those bathhouse staff, and he was pleased to know that his influence was grand enough to ensure him such informants. He smirked, “The next time that you eat her pussy, you’re going to do it with my hand on the back of your head, and my cock inside of your little snatch. Or perhaps I shall see an [Apothecary] for one of those body cleansers, and fuck you under the tail while you serve her instead. I am told that enough loads poured into you from there, and you may be prompted to drool the seed of your male.”

“Daddy…! I’m…!”

“To have that thought drive you to orgasm, you’re a true degenerate. I thought Mary enough of a mess for lusting after me, and I imagine that you have scorned her for it. But you’re the real pervert. Did you think her your beloved? I’m going to fuck the dyke out of you until that title is one that you wear ornamentally only when putting on a show for me with your sister…” He scoffed, “I don’t even need my cock to make you a failure as a lesbian. A few more orgasms, and I think you’ll give it up right here against my wall.”

“Wow.” Mary herself whispered her surprise from behind the curtain draped across the wooden slats which served as a window at the far side of the chamber. She knew that Anne had enjoyed that one time together, and was certainly quite self-conscious about it, but it was really surprising to hear that the wolf loved her that deeply!

“That makes me really super-duper happy! What am I supposed to do now?” As the smartest number one Corporal of the Third Gatehouse, she should know that. Considering the way that things were going, she could probably just stroll on out and join the fun, but… Anne had a plan. And if Anne had a plan, then she should follow it. The wolf was supposed to seduce her… well, she supposed now that it was ‘their’ Daddy, and then Mary was going to substitute in. A bait and switch!

That said, right now it felt like the bait and switch was going the other way around. This was supposed to be so that Mary could sleep with her father, and there was her wolf friend having all of the fun instead! Well, since she was so weak to getting pinned to a wall and fingered through a chain of orgasms, the doe would put aside some time to do that again for her revenge! At least she had the decency to kiss the other girl, “Daddy is being way too aloof…”

Mary reflected on her own recollection of that night. The wolf had looked to be suffering so much that she just couldn’t leave her alone, and she knew how to satisfy a woman from how the bathhouse slaves worked on her in those special massages. Still, it had surprised her how much she’d gotten into it, and their encounter had played out much like one of those lewd plays in the Entertainment Quarter that Anne would always scoff and call unrealistic.

Gaius’ large hand and muscular forearm concealed from him a body that his blood daughter had learned well in that carnal encounter between the girls. Mary had found it addicting to play with, enjoying the slight pliability to those rows of jet-black nipples, and the wonderful squidge of a puffed-up canine spade. In fact, she’d not even remembered her own full moon needs until by force of her fingers, she’d near broken the other woman!

“Please, Daddy!” Anne squirmed, bucking her hips into his palm, “I need… I need you to fuck me!”

“No.” He responded simply, “You cum so easily, and I like the feeling of your spade against my palm. When you share my bed, do not make the mistake of imagining that you are a person. You’re my breeding bitch. You’re my fake dyke of a daughter, and I’ll play with what belongs to me until I’m satisfied. Rufus has promised that his rights to you as your father are denounced when I take you. Do you understand what that means? You are my property solely. You are a woman owned by her husband, and by Bastion law, my slaves have more rights than you by my handling. You do not get to decide how I use you, and use you I shall.”

Well, after a line like that, Mary was thrilled to hear that her father took enjoyment in similar things to her. The imposition of his rut was tremendous, yet foreplay was as much satiation to his Therian-imposed lust as the pleasure of sheathing his cock into his newly acquired daughter-wife. There was prime entertainment in this, and to toy with Anne felt like the great diminishment of sexual frustration which had built up for so long. No longer were these carnal thoughts chasing themselves around each other in his head, but something tangible in front of him. Gaius was going to make Anne into his woman. And following this, he was going to have Mary as well.

“Aren’t you humiliated by that sound?” He probed, “I’ve fucked many canines, but none have had spades so pliable and so wet as this. You’ve a loose cunt. A good thing considering our difference in size.” The flickering of his overlarge fingers exaggerated that lewd shlicking melody into something so undeniable that the wolf could not help but cringe from it, “Slut. My progeny are going to walk out of you.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy…!” She whimpered, trying to clamp down on his fingers.

As if I can help it!

“No matter. I do not mind needing to work for my orgasm. And you are sensitive enough to pleasure to break long before I am finished. I can feel the strength of your limbs beginning to fail already. You’re quite lacking in sexual stamina despite that musculature, aren’t you?” His fingers flexed into her, adding power to the rocking motion as his forearm braced, “Be a good daughter, and cum for Daddy.”

The world exploded into white stars as the rumbling baritone of his command in her ear compelled her to climax. Despite being a trained soldier with no shortage of endurance, this forbidden pleasure sapped at her stamina, her breath halting into a shuddering gasp as all things faded away. Anne was dimly aware of the world shifting, her centre of gravity cast to the side, and the warm cushions beneath her as she was thrown atop the lectus cubicularis. And then, the green fabric faded to black.

Gaius huffed, unimpressed that his new daughter-wife had fainted so easily, broken by only a few fingered climaxes. He surveyed his hand, the thick grool of her pleasure connecting the first two digits, but he considered the idea of tasting her beneath him. That is what his other daughter was for.

The wolf had landed in a position which pinned her knees beneath her face-down body, and despite her having lost consciousness, her tail had raised by some instinctive inclination to show off the indentation of her ass and the puffed up spade beneath it. There was quite a lot of diversity inside the beastfolk subspecies, and in the case of a wolf like Anne, that spectrum began at the sort of sleekness which in another world might be called the furry genre, onwards to a more monstrous form commonly seen in the far north amongst the wildling people, and there were some outliers which walked on four legs and were effectively sapient animals.

To see her in this state, Gaius was reminded of those outliers of the species, and entertained the thought of perhaps forcing her to act as one for a time. To impose upon Anne a collar and a leash might be an interesting diversion… no. Perhaps not. He was the purveyor of many whores and had learned in his indulgencies that to stack too many fetishes was to dilute them. Anne would be his daughter henceforth, and that taboo more than enough for him. For now, at least.

Her squidgy pussy twitched in the aftermath of her pleasure, positioned at precisely the right height for Gaius to claim her, and despite the demands of his rut, he had restraint enough not to be so classless as to have his first time with Anne while she was passed out. Still, the temptation to look upon her might sway him, so he made the choice to withdraw from the room while she recovered, and the minotaur quickly passed through his office to find his balcony, and there lean against the stone railing to look over his city.

What came to him as a surprise was that he was joined shortly after by his blooded daughter, Mary having cast aside her tunic and taking a position alongside him. She gave a little huff, “Anne was supposed to tell me when to come out, but you ruined the plan, Daddy!”

“Of course you were involved. How foolish of me to imagine that this was solely Anne trying to get ahead of Rufus’ intent for her.”

“Uhuh! She was going to use her muzzle on you and ask you to close your eyes, and then we’d swap out! It was supposed to be a big surprise, just like one of those Lemurian plays!” Mary harrumphed, “I’m glad that it’s all gone so well, but it’s a bit anticlimactic when you two just lock eyes and everything is settled all at once!”

Gaius slowly turned to survey his daughter, “The outcome was determined long before the two of you got to scheming. Rufus offered her up, and I have chosen to accept. Anne is a woman of Bastion, and her future is not hers to determine.” She may have had her agency as a youth, enjoying what courtships and pleasures she may until this point, but the ultimate fate of most Bastion women were indeed decided by their fathers, “The only choice that she ever had was the matter of when I would have her. A choice that I allowed solely from my own consideration.”

His head tilted downwards, “I have decided that I am going to have you as well, daughter. But you are not afforded the same privilege of choice of time. Before I claim your dyke friend, I shall have you.” That won him a kiss, and it required Mary to hop up onto the stone railing in order to reach her father to give it. His arms encapsulated her to preserve her balance, but she was not allowed to linger there long before the much larger male turned his back on the city to stride into his office and lay the doe upon her back atop his vast olivewood desk.

Perhaps it was all a little anticlimactic. The girls had a whole caper in mind, but it was not within Gaius’ nature to allow that circus to proceed, and his daughters should count themselves fortunate that their advance on him had the happy coincidence of aligning its timing to the arrangements he’d made with Rufus. On which note…

“Yes. I’ve changed my mind. You will get pregnant. I’m going to have Rufus adopt you and then sever the connection. This shall allow you to carry my offspring legally.” There may be no blessing of the Sultan to prevent any problems, but the [Apothecary]s of Bastion were quite advanced, far more so than the quacks to be found in the Kingdom at least.

“Daddy!” She nodded happily, “I knew you’d do something like that! You’re the smartest, after all.” Mary grinned, “I can’t wait to get pregnant with my sister! Anne and I can both get big bellies together.”

“Just like her, you are no longer a soldier. You are forbidden clothes save for when I allow it for formal occasions. You are my belonging and shall act befittingly.” Since she splayed her limbs, there was no need for him to make clear that nothing was to be hidden from him. Gaius had seen his daughter nude often, not only due to Bastion culture, but due to her making great effort to entice him. It had taken some time for him to make up his mind how he felt about embracing this incestuous relationship between him and his two daughters, and until this night he had blunted any desires that might have stirred in him. Only now could he appreciate properly what he owned.

Gaius had been forced to change his name when he became an imperial citizen, a symbolic act to cast aside his prior self as a boy of Yggdrasil. His small act of rebellion against the Empire was to name his daughter by Lemurian convention, and he knew Rufus as a kindred spirit upon discovery that he had chosen the same for Anne as well. That the girls themselves had ended up with some quite Lemurian proclivities to go along with their names was another strange fate, and in this world in which no happenstance could be considered arbitrary, he could not help but wonder which God favoured him this night to bring about her gift.

Mary was not short on modesty, allowing her arms to drape to her sides and thrusting upwards her chest. Dutifully, her father took a breast in hand, finding it to be a perfect fit to his palm, and with his thumb he traced a circle about a pert nipple, soft pink in contrast to the black of his other daughter, and by the appreciative gasp likely more sensitive as well. Mary’s body was a little more curvaceous, if perhaps a little plain, and the slight blankness of her gaze betrayed a simple mind. The doe was no deep thinker, but not so dull-witted as to be said to be without agency.

The minotaur was a man of discipline, yet not so indestructible in his discipline to not have now reached the limits of his desire. Toying with Anne had come with a sense of fulfilment, yet his own arousal demanded satiation, and his daughter would not be given the gentle coaxing of excessive foreplay. Unlike the canine spade he’d not long ago twisted his fingers into, her pink slit was much more conventional so far as mammalian genitalia went, and as he grasped at a thigh to better part her legs, the doe obediently spread her cunt for her father.

By their difference in size, his hand was large enough to grip that one raised thigh sufficiently as for his thumb to meet his fingers, the broadness of Gaius’ midriff too big for any female the size of either daughter to hope to wrap their legs about him. His cock was of course proportional, and at last he allowed the tapered length to fall upon Mary’s belly. Perhaps as long and as broad as her elbow to fingertips, with a slight bow to the middle and a taper to the advance, the soft pink maleness mirrored the shade of her own exposed flesh. Beneath were placed two large orbs, a throbbing heat to which the doe could not help but be conscious. Though her hands quickly shifted from the exposure of her insides to grasping at that spire looming over her.

“It’s so… warm…” Very different to her toy, there was a dull pulse to it, and from the tip drooled a steady stream of precum with a scent that made her mind go fuzzy. Given how sensitive to such things that Anne was, she imagined that the wolf would probably go incoherent, “I wanted this for so long…”

A true hedonist, she had always imagined this moment to be an inevitability, a desire that Lemurian plays and erotic fiction brought in from Dest Kingdom made her think was not only a possibility but an expectation. But to write off her love for her father as being the result of a little bit too much niche pornography would be to underestimate her. Mary lacked the doubts about the Empire that her companions harboured and took comfort in the sense of permanence that it brought to her, a reliability that was represented in her father. For him, for Anne, and for Rufus as well, they each took part in their own miniature rebellions inside of their hearts, but for Mary her devotion to Gaius was one which signified her loyalty to Bastion instead.

To give herself to Gaius, was to give herself to the Emperor. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that inside of her mind, her father was her Emperor. Not that she had the introspective capabilities as to put such a thing into words herself. Were Mary asked, her answer would doubtless be as horny as the coaxing that she now cried out, “Please, Daddy! I was born to be your slut! This pussy belongs to you! Everything! I’m all yours!”

“That goes without saying.”

The mass of his cock withdrew as he pulled back his hips, and he allowed his daughter to handle his maleness until the tapered tip caught against the velveteen slickness of her virgin snatch, a cunt which had known nothing but the fingers of slaves, the tongue of her dyke companion, and a facsimile of his very cock. He would be the first and only male to partake of her, and by the grip of her thigh the minotaur did not hesitate for even a moment to drag his daughter to the hilt of his cock in one great and savage lurch.

Mary wailed, her voice a pained outcry rent with pleasure to end in a dull warble of satisfaction. Her father had not released her breast, and his toying with it imbued her with a heat which filled her heart with a strange sense of urgency, a desperation which had her small doe tail waggling against his orbs as he maintained the hilted thrust. Gaius looked down in satisfaction, able to see the clear outline of his cock against her belly, the sheer mass of his maleness forcing his daughter into spasms which milked more precum into her depths. In contrast to Anne, she was wonderfully tight and were his cock not a smooth bovine length with its slick taper, he would have struggled against the death grip of her insides.

“You’re a perfect fit.” He mused, “This is the cock that made you, daughter.” He did not even bother to ask how it compared to her toy, for Mary was too immodest to be embarrassed so easily and he knew himself the superior from her wail alone, “You’re going to get very familiar with it from today on.”

“Yes, Daddy!” She moaned, twitched, and then after a little whimper, “I’m…!” It had taken only a few beats of acclimating herself to the stretch of his cock for the squeezing undulations of her own cunt to drive her to climax. Not quite so wet as the wolf, but certainly loud and expressive. Her hands seized at the forearm of the hand at her breast, her legs kicked out to her sides, and she threw back her head in a writhing ululation of pure pleasure.

Another daughter that knew how to express her gratitude for her father’s cock. Gaius approved sufficiently as to draw back his hips and ruin her scream of pleasure with another deep thrust. The sensation was addicting, the taboo of claiming his blood daughter enkindling a sense of heat in him which he had found in no whore. He could no longer call this coupling one which had simply unfolded before him purely by Mary’s desire. This forbidden pleasure was one which he too now yearned for.

He gave a very bovine huff, flexing his fingers into the soft mass of her breast as he toyed with her. Just like the wolf, the instinctual knowledge that this was a woman in his keeping was sufficient for him to hold back the enormity of his strength without the requirement of conscious thought and so he was free to indulge himself as he wished. Thumb and first finger found the nipple stiff, and the intonation of her gasp evidence of an electric pleasure.

“I wonder…”

The intensity of his massage increased, a deep probing of her chest along with the slow sawing motion of thrusts which each had her belly bulge to the advancement of his cock. And then before long, his palm was gifted with the slight wetness that he had been working towards. Yes, her bovine blood was indeed thick enough to drive his daughter to the production of milk even when out of pregnancy, and by the rough handlings and pleasure of her father had she been driven to it.

“Daddy, my head feels fuzzy…!”

She’d not even noticed what was now wrought of her chest, and Gaius looked forward to forcing Anne to partake of it when he put the girls together. There was tension enough to her breasts for the ferocity of their sex to draw from those pink nubs a little stream, and so he released them to now leverage each hand upon its own thigh and finally tend to his own need. Entertaining though this all had been, his instincts demanded that he find his own satiation.

In whores that were more appropriate to his size, the tapered head of his cock would have to batter against the cervix of his female before teasing its way beyond, but Gaius had been wombfucking his daughter from the very first stroke. He knew his essence to be potent, and already the doe was making a face of pure bliss from the scent and heat of his precum alone. Every few strokes, she would scream ‘Daddy’ and shudder against him in another small climax, and his own peak of pleasure was drawing close.

Gaius was going to make sure that his slut daughter was pregnant before the night was through, and her dyke sister would be knocked up alongside her. By virtue of his Level, he’d a high enough Endurance stat to breed them both until the dusk, and to mark the occasion of their union it was his full intent to do so. One orgasm would barely slow him down, and he bellowed out that first ejaculation with a great lowing, his cock hilted in his daughter’s little doe pussy as he unloaded himself into her.

His orbs pulsed, their contents as voluminous as they were copious, and with no knot, medial ring, ridges, or anything else to break the taper of his maleness, there was a great eruption of white between them. Mary quivered in bliss, “Daddy, there’s so much!” Her abused womb quickly filled, and then with naught to forestall the battered wide cervix, much splattered out from her to make a mess of her tail and wet her father’s crotch.

The minotaur braced himself at the hilt for only a few moments, planting the first wave of his essence deep before withdrawing his cock to spray what remained of his orgasm over the body of his daughter. Thick ropes of vulgar white layered over the soft tan colour of her fur, and a dazed Mary rubbed the essence into her as it melded with the nascent milk of her awakened breasts.

“That’s it. Make sure every beastfolk that catches your scent knows that you’re your father’s fucktoy.” He rumbled his approval, the worship of his daughter’s actions deepening the sense of triumph that came with her claiming. Those other officers that lived at the peak of Mount Myrmidon would surely think him a deviant, but not only did Gaius no longer care for such a reputation, but the canny minotaur imagined that he would weaponize it. This is a vice that he would wear as a badge of honour.

“Yes, Daddy… I want to be your good little slut…”

Why shouldn’t he make spectacle of the new carnality of the Reeves household? Yes. When he next invited over Rufus for evening drinks, he would have both of his daughters serve them with his scent heavy in their hides, and thick minotaur seed flowing from their well-used cunts. His adjutant was not much a fan of such deviance, to a live show of his former daughter sucking Gaius’ cock would be nice revenge for how pushy he had been when they were negotiating.

He briefly entertained the idea of telling Rufus that if he wanted that promotion, then he would have to knot Anne for the minotaur’s entertainment but quickly discarded that fiction. After all, now that these girls were his, he would not allow any other male to touch them. Perhaps two decades into the future, he might have Rufus marry his own grandchild just to make absolutely clear their power dynamic… well, we’d see about that.

Alas, now was not the time for the minotaur to allow his mind to wander too far from the present and its pleasures. Orgasm had returned true clarity to his thoughts, and with that clearness of mind his [Sentinel] attuned itself to the world sufficiently for him to be conscious that another presence had joined them with most fortuitous timing. Gaius did not even need to look to reach behind him and find Anne, and just as he had promised, he grabbed her by the head and shifted his body aside to place her muzzle astride the mess between him and his daughter.

I can’t… think… that scent is so strong…

Anne had staggered in from the bedroom as if in the thrall of a drug, having revived not long prior to the sound of her friend screaming out in ecstasy. Now, she was forced to stoop, and before her was the enormous cock of her new father, slick with the aftermath of his orgasm, along with the lower body of her beloved sister matted with his seed, her slightly-gaped pussy leaking a steady stream of white.

Some instinct had her move forward, but the minotaur’s hand denied her agency, and by the drag of his grasp her muzzle was dragged along the side of his shaft to be smeared with the combined essence of father and daughter both.

“Ah… Ahhh…!”

She made a pathetic sound, her legs rubbing together as each intake of breath brought with it a fugue which permitted no thought but that of mating. Her canine spade throbbed, and her mouth hung open for her tongue to drape over her fangs in lustful gasps, “Da… Daddy….!”

He made no move to release her, but rather than direct her straight into the freshly seeded cunt of her friend, he instead dragged her closer to himself, forcing the wolf to nuzzle into the great pair of orbs beneath his cock, the thin chocolate brown fur soaked with the backwash of his orgasm.

The response was immediate. Anne grappled with his leg as she wrapped her body around him, trying desperately to force her face deeper into his crotch as she greedily drank in the scent of the man that owned her. Gaius was her husband and father both now, but to her canine sensibilities her acceptance of this scent was more binding than any imperial certification, or even the seeding of her womb. She submitted. Her body was enslaved to him, her mind bent to his service, and her addiction to her new father now every inch the equal of Mary.

“Do what you’re for, you fake dyke.” And now at last he transitioned her face to that streaming doe pussy, while pressing his cock to prise at the hold beneath it.

“Daddy! That’s-!”

“All of you belongs to me.” Gaius gave no further affirmation than that before lurching forwards, the tapered tip of his iron-hard cock tunnelling underneath her waggling tail. The mass of his insertion was enough to coax a flood of cum from her abused little doe pussy, and Anne made a lewd slavering sound as she lapped it up with her tongue, her eyes glazed over in bliss as she savoured it. Ambrosia, just as promised.

For the minotaur, this was a much more torturous endeavour. By his strength, he could have impaled his daughter in one stroke, but to do so would have wounded her and he instead had to rely on the grit of her perversions and the especially thick lubrication of his own cum to guide the way. Mary had reached down to seize her friend for herself, and he gave his new daughter to the doe that he might better leverage the girl’s lower body for his cock. Time passed, the room felt to become scorching in heat despite the autumnal briskness to the air, and eventually Gaius felt again the addicting brush of his daughter’s little doe tail waggling against his orbs.

Perhaps relieved, or maybe driven by the pleasure of her clit being lapped at by a broad canine tongue while her father pressed against the back wall of her cunt, Mary achieved another especially theatrical orgasm, glazing her sister’s face with femslick while the minotaur began to slowly fuck her undertail. The abdominal bump of his cock was less overt this time, yet the compression of her insides was sufficient for each thrust to force her overfilled womb to divest a little more of his cum for her new sister to lap up.

The wolf had never needed much coaxing to set her tongue to the doe’s crotch, but Mary had enough of her father’s domineering blood in her for her hands to have Anne’s head locked between them in a vice grip, forcing a grinding smear of bull cum and her own femslick over the other girl’s face. Her body rocked to the lunging motion her father made, each thrust in imposition of his cock which sent her breasts into a great lurch back and forth, “Daddy… she looks so cute… doesn’t she?”

Another bovine huff as the male surveyed the scene below him, “Lust-drunk. The moon has your sister now.” He scoffed, “But it’s not pussy that has her this far gone. She plays the part well, but the moment that a real man stirred up her little cunt, her true colours came out. Look how desperately she’s lapping up my seed.”

“I want some…”

That was prompting enough for the minotaur to release a thigh to grab Anne and throw her over her friend, and as she fell face to face with Mary, the doe immediately stole her father’s taste in a deep kiss. As for Gaius, he’d another peak of his own to deliver, and this he forced beneath his daughter’s twitching tail in a mess of white just as voluminous as the first. The feeling of being filled drove her to another squirming climax, her moans sublimated by the wolf as a broad tongue was forced into her throat.

“Good daughters should get along.” The minotaur commented, dragging free his cock while watching his two wives indulge in each other. Anne was scarcely cognisant, fully taken over by her own bestial nature. Her tail had raised for him, haunches pushed back and up, his blooded daughter making things especially easy for her father by reaching down to spread the Y of that squidgy spade into a gooey opening for him.

Gaius sheathed his cock without ceremony, and immediately took up a pace that was to his pleasing. A high Endurance stat eliminated any requirement for a refractory period, and there was naught on his own mind now but his own gratification. Mary squirmed beneath them, cunt and ass leaking a great mess of seed, “That’s it, Daddy. Fuck your daughters nice and hard so we can both get pregnant together. That’s what we’re for. I was born so that I could grow up into the sort of girl that can take care of you properly, and Anne…” She lost control of her metaphor, having only managed to break from the kiss by how much the wolf was moaning, “I guess it’s destiny or something?”

She’d grabbed the upper thighs of her friend to better part them for her father to reach her depths, and by the savagery of his rut it seemed that with her as well there had been no gradual diminishment of the cervix into wombfucking. No, he’d claimed her in a single stroke, and without even time to let her acclimate herself had broken into rut. The mess of seed and milk which already covered her own front had now soaked into the wolf as well, and both girls were entirely drowned in their father’s scent. The feeling of his cum inside of her felt so natural that she never wanted to be without it.

“Daddy…?”

As much as her father had scorned the wolf for giving herself to her bestial instincts, he too seemed to have lost what reason remained in him, for no response came. Cunt and ass gaped and leaking, probably pregnant with her father’s child, but still aware of herself, somehow the ‘number one Corporal’ was the only one of the three that had managed to not surrender herself to moonlust. She grinned, wrapping her legs around her new sister and holding her against her, feeling the bump of her father’s cock against much more toned abs press against her own belly as well, and then came the signature huff and swelling as the girl was seeded deeply.

Driven by that instinctive desire to claim every hole, the bull switched to her undertail, and Mary kissed her friend to distract from the pain, her fingers stirring up the mess left behind in her spade as much of the creamy white flooded out over the doe in a messy splatter. The rejuvenation of his Level she the virtue of the minotaur race made her father obscenely productive, his balls filling to their peak between each cumshot, and divesting themselves fully in orgasm.

What remained of the night passed as a blur. Mary took her father’s cock again in her needy pussy and beneath her tail, drinking down an orgasm as well, until the culmination of seed inside of her gave her a gravidity not unlike an early pregnancy and her fine fur was entirely basted. Her sister endured perhaps worse, for with both her and their father given to their instincts, Mary made sure to offer up the wolf many times just to enjoy watching her submission.

With the dawn her own strength failed, but not that of the bull which continued to fuck both girls until satisfied, and only the brightness of the sun's light in full dispelled the fugue of lust and allowed him sense of mind enough to take his daughters to his bed, draping them both atop him as he fell into slumber. He’d be awoken by a morning double-bout of oral which would become a staple to their life from that day henceforth.

His relationship with his daughters would give the minotaur a reputation for degeneracy, but would also be the thing which allowed him to stand out from his peers when the Emperor was handing out honours, and thus the Captain would within a year find himself a Major. The sapphic shows which he would have his pregnant daughters make of one another would delight his noble guests, and many would comment at how compatible the airheaded doe, serious wolf, and stern bull, seemed to be with each other.

To Gaius, as much as his dissatisfaction with the Empire remained, it felt that his every expectation had been met. Save perhaps one. For Mary, whom was the easiest to underestimate managed with time to inscribe her own incestuous fetishes deeply enough into her father and sister that the best part of two decades later, that morning bout of double-oral became quadruple as the next generation of the Reeves family were taught submission by their patriarch…

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Ahoy. I suppose I should explain the above bit of smut since you might have noticed that it's a little unfocused compared to my usual work. I’m in the midst of writing a book series and am currently stuck on a certain chapter early in the third volume. I wanted to take a fresh look at things by churning out a little side story featuring some characters from that world, and pushed in a lewd thread so that I could post it here (which might account for the abundance of contrivances I used to make this work). I run a tabletop game which I base the much darker book setting on, and in that game Corporal Daughter and Captain Daddy showed up in much tamer forms, with Mary being a lot more airheaded than this incarnation. The book series itself is based on that tabletop world, and special thanks goes out to my players past and present.

Of course, it was supposed to just be a quick 6k words of smut that would let me see some character perspectives on an Empire in my setting, but I got carried away and ended up with more than triple the expected length, spending a lot of time playing around in Bastion before jumping into the lewds that everyone came for at the end. I can't say that I'm entirely happy with it since rather than this being a true story, it's more of a meander for me to try and get over my bit of writing block. Still, I hope that you found it enjoyable! I’m going to try and see if I can do something with this book series after I finish the third volume, so that’s my current project which I'll get back to after my upcoming trip.

Even though I don’t intend to post much until the site is properly on its feet… well, I have some other one-shots and short series that I might not be able to stop myself from writing and submitting. I’m considering still ideas of animal spirits and comedies as mentioned on my last piece. But also have in mind a bit of an instantloss story too. To which end, anyone have any preferences for a nice bandit we can dom? Let me know what you think would be a good species for an m/m piece to be topped by a Human who turns the tables on them! I think something scaly would be nice, but I'm not entirely sold...

As always, thanks for every fave, comment, feed post, pm, and every last read as well. Thanks especially for the follows – I finally broke 600! Woohoo! SF feels a little quiet lately, and I hope that you’re all staying strong and healthy. Take care of yourselves.

Have a most excellent day.