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“The World God said to go South. So, naturally… I was going East."

Spruce, pine, fir, and trees for which there was no name that Raphael could call to mind spread in all directions, but despite the mountainside evergreens, the environment was quite temperate, made even a little warm by a large roaring campfire. It crackled merrily, lending a considerable illumination to the clearing, and in that light a man paced back and forth, delivering his story with the mildest of theatrics, “…The Alderman hosted me for the night when I returned from my monster hunting adventure, and it came with the opportunity to gather information on this nonsense world. I wasn't so interested on exposition regarding regional politics, and very much hoped that I wouldn't get dragged into a world of feuding village chiefs and petty Lords, but I listened to his complaints all the same. Mostly, I wanted to know about monsters; and after walking back into town astride a tamed Deathclaw, it was reasonable to expect a Beastmaster to steer the conversation in that direction."

The man was pale skinned and dark haired, his unkempt facial hair starting to grow out nicely, “I was warned of Skaven preying on the mountain pass to the South. Another intellectual property stolen from added to the growing list of the [Creation] users indulgencies. I had a hearty laugh and asked if there were any little fish-fox creatures running around as well, and he paled before reciting the entire 'did you know' meme, with only the slightest setting adjustments. This world is ridiculous." A statement he underlined with a great heave of a sigh.

He brought his first finger and thumb to his chin, silver eyes narrowed with consideration, “That said, from the way that various creatures are described, they don't seem to be entirely true to the originals. I can't make up my mind if the [Creation] user only made approximations of the beings he wanted to make based on the best of his own knowledge, or if he purposely edited them to make everything fit neatly into the ecology of this planet. Considering that somewhere there is a horny Vaporeon hunting for human males to breed with, I don't want to give this asshole too much credit."

Raphael gestured into the distance, his thick cloak billowing to the raise of his arm and revealing the needlework of a great many patchwork repairs, “Two main roads, if you could call the dirt tracks roads, spanned from Anorak Village. One eventually joining with other paths into a proper highroad and leading through the Skaven infested mountain pass towards the Holy City. The other to the East, with the tantalising prospect of a lakeside fishing village where I could not only load up on cheap provisions, but also perhaps find some more work. Karambit, or Kara (Kah-Rah) – my newly tamed Deathclaw – is quite the heavy eater, and whatever the World God says, I don't want to reach my first city without more than a few silver pieces in my pocket, generous though that reward from the Alderman was."

He gave a slight shrug and began to pace, his sight piercing the gloom beyond the firelight, counting the reflected eyes of predatory beasts. Yet he continued his storytelling, “Though, I could always sell the treasure I revealed behind the wall in the Ancient Hero's Tomb. In a small chest, I had found a Ring of Status Immunity, and a Whip of Binding. The ring went on immediately. I didn't want to imagine the results of getting sick in this nonsense world, and having been struck with debilitating illness once before I had no intention of squandering this gift of a second chance. The whip was the problem."

“I doubt my firearms proficiencies would have any use in this world. But I know how to box, fence, and make use of a knife. A whip may meet the fantasy staple of a Beastmaster rather well, but I have no idea how to use one, and would probably take out my own eye if I started flicking it around without guidance. So, it went coiled up on my belt as I merrily hummed the theme from Indiana Jones… and then complained to Kara for a while about how dreadful the last two films were." His face twisted with displeasure, an inward cringe for the cinematography of his era.

“It's a good thing that she likes the sound of my voice so much. Travelling East, she's served as my backrest when we make camp and my guardian through the day. My conversation partner and… well, as her Master I have a responsibility to take care of her, don't I? No matter how specifically carnal her needs are, or how frequent, or how… insistent. That's my duty as Master. I'm not some degenerate. I swear on the World God." He hurried through the statement, feeling compelled to add it to his tale, but certainly not keen on advertising that he'd been spending most of his evenings passionately making love to a tamed Deathclaw.

“Blueside Village. Another location with a very on the nose name, situated next to a vast lake surrounded by mountains I didn't even want to imagine climbing. The aesthetic was very alpine, though thankfully the temperature was not. I walked in a little brazenly with Kara at my side and I offered my services. I was immediately rushed to the Alderman by the villagers that came out to gawk at the Deathclaw."

He turned, and spread his arms dramatically, adjusting his voice to imitate an elderly man, “'There are tribes of Wolfmen in the mountains', he said. And when a tribe becomes too big, a dominant male will beat, bully, and rape a pack into submission, break away from the larger collective, and come down to the lowlands to prey on the more isolated villages. They raid for food, treasure, and women to inflict with Lycanthropy and breed to grow their numbers. Lovely. I do like my bad guys to be unambiguous."

“One such pack is in the region, leaving behind ruin in their wake. No fatalities or taken yet, but a few raided stores and empty stables. I was commissioned to defeat the pack Alpha and drive the remnants back into the mountains. I may have a completely unreasonable Apex Ability, but I could only use [Tame] on one target at a time, so waving my hand and charming the whole pack was out of the question. The solution was obvious. If I can make the Alpha submit to me, then I gain control of the pack. Afterwards, I can spam [Tame] to make the whole group docile and command them to return to the mountains." He gave a rather winning grin, and cast his gaze down to the great figure kneeling before him, “So, I got to work making a plan on how I would acquire you."

“Firstly, I had to understand wolfmen a little more thoroughly. My common sense doesn't necessarily apply in this world, and I'd be in trouble if one of my assumptions about werewolves came to be a staple of my plan and was rendered untrue at a pivotal moment. So, I took my time questioning the locals while Kara went fishing." He recalled with some amusement how she looked spearing her prey with her primary claw, stabbing into the water and drawing back a haul. A good thing the lakes were so abundant, for she was at it for a while and seemed quite successful.

Raphael cleared his throat and continued, delivering his tale now primarily to his captive, “Wolfmen have a regenerative factor that allows them to heal minor to moderate wounds over the course of a few hours. The application of silver nullifies this regeneration and saps their strength. The most effective means of killing a Wolfman is to strike a vital organ with a silver weapon. Well, I wasn't intending on killing, but it remained very useful knowledge. What I wanted to know mostly was about how a pack functions, what your social dynamics were beyond Alphas bullying their packs into submission."

“The Wolfmen of this world have what could be called a racial instinct to submit to the Alpha. The Alpha defines themselves by proving they are the superior of the pack, through martial prowess, presence, and sexual domination. The females belong to them, and the males are their pawns, stress relief, and in times of particular scarcity – food. No Alpha falls without a fight, and is almost always killed in the struggle. For to survive would be to face the vengeance of their new Alpha and their peers." He gave a slight sigh, and spent a few moments considering the savagery of it. But, this was not his world, and these ways not his to judge.

“That's about all I could find, but it was sufficient to put together a strategy. You want meat and women. Maidens fear you, but trappers out in the forest do as well. They're the ones I got most of this information from. They have small camps, there are often only a few men attending them, and they spend weeks at a time accumulating meat and pelts. I'd Kara on my side and the gratitude of Anorak Village – though I don't know how word of me reached Blueside before I did – it gave me credibility as a Beastmaster. It was enough to be lent the materials to put together this façade of a trappers' camp."

He advanced, sweeping his arm over the site, seeming quite pleased with himself. A large tent, well built and warmed with hides, aside a small one to keep damp from the firewood. Racks for the drying of meats astride the fire. And the flame itself was well fed with no shortage of material. It would have been impossible if not for the strength of Kara transporting the equipment, and had taken more than half a day to set up. His vigil began in the early hours, and as the sky brightened, it was clear that dawn would not be far, “This site was the most viable target for you; in an obvious place, well stocked with meat and attended by only me. As far as you knew, anyway. I killed Kara's scent with deer blood and had her [Stay] inside the larger tent. And I waited. I thought I'd have to wait for days, but you appeared in only hours."

“I'm glad you didn't launch a surprise attack. My night-sight is inferior, and despite this big fire and a careful watch, there's no guarantee you couldn't have engaged me before I could react. But you proudly stepped into my camp and exposed yourself to the light. I'm sure you had something impressive to say to me before the claws came out. This was a chance for you to show off as Alpha. But now [Tame] has you on your knees."

He surveyed the defeated Wolfman carefully. Stood upright, Raphael would have come only to their chest, the creature's shoulders much broader than his own and their limbs considerably longer. They were clad in brown fur, a singular shade not dissimilar to tree bark in colour, particularly thick on their underside and about the crotch. Enough to obscure their maleness at least. He had expected features akin to a feral wolf, but the face was much more expressive, and was twisted into a countenance most cruel looking. Golden eyes looked upon him with pure hatred.

Raphael continued, “I don't have senses like yours, but I can feel them out there. The hairs on my neck are standing up. I know I'm in danger. The rest of your pack watching from the dark. How many are there? [Answer]."

The Wolfman growled, struggling against the compulsion of the order. But [Tame] could not be denied. “Twelve." His voice was found within that growl, spoken in the language of humans, “What have you done to me?"

The man looked relieved, lowering himself into a slight crouch to match the level of their sight, “I used an unreasonable power to make you unable to act against me. It's called an Apex Skill. From what I've come to understand, the target of [Tame] is made subservient and is domesticated to an extent. But I can't control thoughts or issue impossible commands. You can't bare your fangs. You can't even direct your pack to attack me. You can't deny the [Kneel] and [Stay] I have you under. And while I've been reeling off my story, I've been using [Tame] on your group, one by one. Twelve? Excellent. That means I got them all."

He fell back onto a log, taking a seat and relaxing at last. Despite saying that the telling of his story was a grand monologue to mask the repeated usage of his Apex Skill, in truth it was the only thing he could think of to sublimate his fear. Death could come from the darkness at any moment, his life ended by the claws and fangs of an eager Wolfman. Much better to take his time with his tale and put his nerves to rest than panic and desperately use [Tame] on shadows. His gamble at least, seemed to have paid off. While he had the Alpha at his mercy, the pack had hesitated, unwilling to come to his rescue, but too fearful of his wrath to leave.

The Alpha snarled out the word, “Sorcery." And then his threat, subsumed by the gravel of his throat, “I'll kill you, human. I'll snap your bones and drink your blood and mangle your meat."

Raphael smirked. This Alpha was such a glorious cliché. He continued as if he'd not heard him, “[Tame] isn't as convenient this time. For a Wolfman, being made subservient is not the same as submitting. You hate and fear your Alpha, but you're compelled to do as they say by instinct. All this Apex Skill can do is usurp that. I can't make you willing to serve me…"

He sighed, throwing up his hands in defeat. He could complete the commission now by demanding that they all return to the mountains from whence they came. But a pack left in one piece would again one day return. That, and the prospect of acquiring a monster for his party that could speak the human tongue would be a tremendous boon. The Alpha would be the perfect creature to test his Apex Skill on, learning the limitations of [Tame] with an easy source of feedback and no failure of communication. “This was much easier with Kara. One [Tame] and her Deathclaw racial instinct had her think of me as her mate. Power and aggression equal worthy partner. I won her in the way of Deathclaws. So, how do I make a Wolfman Alpha subservient? [Answer]."

He was almost surprised that it worked. And rather pleased that the power seemed to compel truth as well. The Wolfman fought every word of his reply, “You… destroy them in the eyes of the pack. Humiliate them so that they can never rise up again. Make them the lowest of all. Make them reliant on solely you."

“[Tame] is a lot more effective when the target understands me well enough to comprehend a command to [Answer]." Raphael tried to keep the excitement from his voice, finally close to a source of information vital to his survival in this new world. He could learn a tremendous amount about his Apex Skill here, he needed only to have the target bow, “How do you humiliate an Alpha? [Answer]."

This was the longest quiet yet. A whole few seconds of desperate snarling and squirming. The Wolfman then looked up, his expression victorious in realisation. And he spoke in a different tongue, a feral language of snarls and growls wrought of a complexity comparable to human speech, “Beat them. Diminish them. Shame them. Rape them. Ruin their honour before the pack. They live then only by your permission. A bitch. Like a female."

Raphael smiled again, rather impressed by their ingenuity. But, aside from [Tame], the World God had endowed him with the power to understand all languages, even the body language and grunting of a Deathclaw. And then his expression soured.

“Of course…"

He scowled, “Of course it would be that, wouldn't it? Did the World God know that I would come here? Did he tell me to go South knowing I would go East and he'd have himself another little show?" Realisation struck him, “Is that why the Ring of Status Immunity was behind that fucking wall!? For precisely this encounter!? So I wouldn't catch Lycanthropy from fucking a Wolfman!?" Raphael growled himself, a far less impressive sound than the Wolfman, “He knows I won't beat you, and I doubt my fists would be worth anything anyway. So how else can I invoke your instinct to submit but this?"

The Wolfman looked confused by his outburst, perhaps even a little afraid despite their significantly more imposing stature. They were at his mercy entirely, but Raphael continued before they could speak, “You tried to kill me, so you can't complain what happens to you. You should have been ready to die yourself at the very least when you picked a fight. The loser should do as the victor says. That's how it works, right? [Answer]."

Their gaze was cast downward, their barrel-like chest heaving in defeat, “…Correct."

“I beat you. I need you if I'm going to learn any more about my Apex Skill. You're an evil creature. I'm not going to feel bad about doing this." He declared that mostly to himself, cursing inwardly when his voice wavered the slightest amount, “I'm going to humiliate you in front of your pack. I'm going to ruin your honour. And you'll be a submissive Pet for me from this day on."

Raphael tried his best to work up a head of steam, doing his utmost to have the moment run away with him. This was a different reality, in which his morals and ethics no longer applied. As a Beastmaster, he was amongst the monsters, a world in which it was predator and prey, kill or be killed. Sooner or later, it was something he must submit to. His Apex Skill subjugated creatures and made them his slaves. Whatever pretty words of responsibility as a Master he dressed things in, ultimately his power was that of conquest. To acquire this Wolfman Alpha, there was no path open before him than that of humiliation thorough enough to have them reduced to the lowest of the pack. Degradation through sexual domination.

He reached up, and swept his hand through his hair, drawing back the growing curtain to better set his steel-coloured eyes onto the gold of the Wolfman, “Say you're a bitch. [Speak]."

The Wolfman smirked, a strange look for a canine face to wear, “You're a bitch."

Raphael clenched his fists and snarled. He'd walked right into that one, obvious enough a pitfall for a child to foresee it. It was his own fool fault for getting worked up when justifying himself to himself. For a product of such a savage society, this lupine monster was remarkably quick-witted, and it made him want them even more. But, he was not without a sharp mind himself, and an idea quickly came. He extended his hand, palm upwards, “[Paw]."

The Alpha had no choice but to obey, presenting a large hand. Raphael took it in his own, running his fingers over it, “Large claws, white and pointed. The pads are a soft pink, and they're pleasantly squishy. They're a little calloused, maybe from running on all fours. That must be difficult since the hands are relatively humanoid…" He evaluated them carefully, soothing himself with the sound of his own voice as he studied them, “There's a lot of power in this grasp. I've something for you to [Hold]." And with that, he removed a silver coin from his purse.

Upon one side of the silver piece was a depiction of a building crowned with three diamond formations. On the other, was the smiling face of the World God. It was like the old man was smugly mocking him. The coin vanished into the grasp of the Wolfman, and immediately they sagged as their body was forced to relax every supporting muscle, “Damn… you…" They snarled the curse, but had little energy for more.

“That's better." He gave the slightest harrumph, and then ran his hands up their forearm, drawing himself to his feet and advancing on the kneeling creature, “Fur on the arms is quite fine, and there's a lot of muscle under it. Different to the Deathclaw, this feels more athletic. Strong, yes. But I get the impression that there's a lot more speed here." His evaluation led to the bicep and shoulder, “Softer flesh than expected. And warm, too. The shoulders are very broad. I suppose I'd liken it to the sort of shape that a bodybuilder would strive for."

“What are you doing?" The Wolfman demanded, but Raphael ignored them again.

“The fur really thickens around the neck." His fingers dug into the earthy tuft, “It's a little rough. But I think a good wash would soften them up a bit. I think an emasculating floof would quite suit, actually. Maybe I'll shear him like a poodle back in town…" He had no intention of doing so, but enjoyed the musing, his fingers tilting up their muzzle, “Long snout, and broad as well. Pink soft tissue, nose, tongue." Guiding his fingers further, “Triangular ears. Moderate sized, and a little cute really."

His hand found the top of their head, and he stroked their fur for a while, playing with their ears and sinking his fingertips into their fur. It was easy to lose himself in the sensation, his evaluation paused for a short while as he enjoyed the familiar sensation of petting a dog. It was several thuds before he noticed the sound, and a few more before he realised the source, “A wagging tail? You like that, huh? [Answer]."

The lupine snarled, the word dragged from them, “…Yes…" And a quick follow-up, “It is a natural reaction! Do not mistake it for anything else, human!" They seethed, but the silver sapped the energy of the response, “I'll kill you!"

He rolled his eyes, and spoke sardonically in response, “Good puppy. But I'm not 'human'. My name is Raphael. But from now on, you're going to call me [Master]." Humiliation was the aim, so he took a few moments thinking to himself how best to taunt the Alpha, “I'm the Master. You're the Pet. So, I give the orders, and you serve me. You're my…" Well, he had an audience of the whole pack, their eyes upon them in the gloom beyond the campfire, “You're my tailraising little slut. My bitch. We'll see how cocky you are when you're blowing your load on the ground with mine inside you. I'm going to take that racial instinct of yours to submit to a more dominant male, and I'm going to use it to break you into a submissive, docile little whore."

The wolf was looking down, and Raphael was glad for it. How red-faced that particular stream of degradation had made him would have undercut the entire delivery of it. He took a breath and steeled himself. If he wanted to add the Alpha to his party, this is precisely the means to do it. He was just acting out his role as Master. And the fact that his cock was so hard that it was straining his belt was an entirely unrelated coincidence. He wasn't the deviant the World God was pressing him into being. And he absolutely wasn't getting off on the power fantasy of bringing this powerful male to ruin. He promised.

Keeping those particular thoughts internal for now, he twisted his fingers into the fur at the back of the wolf's head, and with his free hand he loosened his belt and let his trousers fall. He was rather proud of the scale of his maleness, and as it bobbed under its own weight, he tapped their nose with the uncut head of eight broad inches, brining them back to attention, “[Lick]. And mind the teeth."

His eyes closed, and he did not even watch the wolf as he gave his evaluation, “They know what they're doing with their tongue. I imagine that it's all they had for pleasure before they seized this pack. And since I don't see any females, the backs of other males are all they've known. And none of them have had you, or you wouldn't be leading them. I wonder if I'll be the first cock you take? Best take your time getting well acquainted with it…"

Precum beaded at the tip, quickly vanishing under the compelled lapping, “Warm. And they're careful with the teeth, too." He opened his eyes at last, expecting hatred in their gaze but surprised by diligence in their task, “Oh, I get it. You think if I blow my load quickly I'll lose my nerve or something?" Raphael reconsiders, “No, I wonder if you Wolfmen only have one orgasm in you before you tap out?" The Alpha stiffens, “Oh, I'm going to have fun with you. [Open] your muzzle and let it slacken…"

Raphael stepped back, enjoying the sight of the Alpha with his mouth dangling wide, almost expectant. In the dark, a dozen pairs of eyes watched intently, and some of them stepped into the firelight for a better view. Every Wolfman was comparable in scale to the human, much smaller and weaker than their leader. He made sure they could see as he placed a hand on either side of their muzzle, crossing his thumbs over the topside and controlling the tightness with his fingers below. Slowly, he pushed his cock forwards, into the pleasure he had created.

His hips shifted slowly, “Mind the teeth while I fuck your muzzle. You're the bitch, so I get to control the pace. You don't get any say in that until you're ready to submit." His orbs slapped at their chin lewdly, and Raphael thrust again, commenting, “The silver coin in their hand might be helping them relax here, so that was quite a beneficial play to make. I can reach a little into the throat, but the long muzzle makes this feel amazing. I can see his nostrils flaring, and he looks pissed off. This is a useful experiment, though. I think being forced to swallow the cum of another male would be quite the step towards awakening that racial instinct for submission."

He thrust once more, “As much as I complain about [Tame] not making things easy for me, if I could have just snapped my fingers and made you my slave, I wouldn't have had the pleasure of all this. So, I suppose it's not so bad after all. I think I'm about ready to admit that I don't mind this monster-fucking life of a Beastmaster. Kara raises her tail for me and follows me because she views me as a mate. You're going to be my shadow because your own instincts are going to warp you into being my bitch."

His hips found a steady pace, the grasp of his hands about their muzzle adjusting to what was most comfortable, his cock gliding over their tongue, the tip of it pressed to the roof of their mouth as he leaked precum down their throat, “Good boy. Best get used to the idea quickly. From now on, this is what you're for." The fantasy ran away with him, and with a growl of his own Raphael found his orgasm, a far heavier load of seed than that he could deliver when he first came to this world unloaded onto the Wolfman's tongue.

“[Hold] it in your mouth." He pulled back his maleness, his chest heaving from the intensity of the pleasure, “[Swallow]. [Show] me." The Alpha followed his commands, their scowl for the indignity of it all, throat shifting as they devoured his seed, tongue lolling as they revealed the completion of the task. Raphael meanwhile stepped out of his armoured pants completely, and shed his cloak as well for good measure, left with a draping button shirt and his boots, “[Say] 'Thank you, Master'."

The Wolf shook his head furiously, trying to find some way to twist the command, but their mind was too slow, “Thank you… Master…" His breaths came quickly, “I'll kill you! I will never submit to you, Master!" He snarled, infuriated that a previous command had compelled a second usage of that title from him, “You're nothing but meat for my belly! I am the Alpha!"

“It must take quite a lot of willpower for you to still be so vigorous while holding a silver coin in your hand." He set his finger and thumb to his chin, thoughtful, “I believed that simply being degraded and forced to suck me off might be sufficient to invoke some submissive instincts in you. Especially with your whole pack watching. I suppose I'll have to keep going until I can figure out what the win condition is… [Paw]."

He took their other arm into his grasp and again ran his hands up it, “Left arm has some scarring. The fur is a little sparse in places as well and I can feel a raised line beneath it. Oh, there's a lot more than just one line. A very old injury, but severe enough to leave a noticeable mark." The Wolfman grumbled, their expression a complicated one, “Oh, there's a story behind this? I don't think I'll ruin the moment, but you will tell me later."

His hands found their chest, both sinking into fur at the pectorals, “Very warm, and decently soft as well. After a good grooming this would be heaven to lie on." His fingertips found something, “Nipples like a human, but completely concealed beneath the fur… no, there are more." Raphael swept his palms down, “Like a four-legged canine, there are a few rows hidden here. I can't imagine multiple rows of breasts on the females with a humanoid form, so is this left over from evolution? Or are the Wolfmen another species created by the [Creation] user and this is a flourish?"

A few thuds distracted him, and Raphael snorted with mirth, “Oh? You like having these tweaked and played with? It's quite easy to make your tail wag, isn't it?" The man considered his next command, keen not to fall into the pitfall a second time, “Call yourself [Bitch], and [Answer], do you like this feeling."

The Wolfman squirmed, desperately looking for a hole in [Tame], “I'm… a Bitch. I hate this."

Raphael took a slow breath. Foiled again. The Wolfman did clearly indeed hate being on the receiving end of his first attempt at domination. He didn't let it interrupt his flow and adjusted, “Do you like the feeling of these nubs being played with? [Answer]."

The Wolfman swallowed, and as Raphael tweaked the lowest of three rows, their tail continued to slap the ground, “…Yes…"

“Then I'll be a considerate Master and amuse myself for a while, I think." Aloof was a mode which suited Raphael, and it gave him an opportunity to avail himself of a refractory period. Of course, it was also quite enjoyable to toy with the Wolfman, his fingers digging again into the fur, “The first pair are not dissimilar to humans. The nipples are maybe a little larger, if I had to say something, but not by much, and your body scale in general is maybe an extra third of a person on me…"

He trailed lower once more, “A second pair a little ways below, they feel just like nubs, though I can't see through the fur. If I were to liken them to anything, it would be those little marshmallows you drop into hot chocolate." The breath of the Alpha caught, “Oh, and he's quite reactive to these as well. I wonder if that's the case for all Wolfmen, or this is particular to him? Considering that sex is for reproduction and hierarchy for their race, I can't imagine that the concept of seeking pleasure for anything more thorough than relief is common."

Raphael took his time, tweaking and rolling the nubs between his fingers, “It's quite a pleasant tactile sensation. I can't see what I'm doing through the fur, so I'm quite focused on the feeling." At last, he released them and trailed lowers, “The third pair is the last, so six total compared to a human two. These are similar in scale to the middle row." He tweaked them, and the Wolfman twitched, “Interesting. Perhaps these being lower down on the body and closer to the obliques makes the response a little harsher." His fingers applied pressure, and the male he toyed with again twitched, “I don't think they can control it. For such a large and powerful body, you're rather sensitive, aren't you, bitch?"

There was no command, and the Wolfman chose not to answer. He'd been silent for a while now, simply biting his tongue and endeavouring with all of his strength of will to fight the natural impulses of his body. He was completely under the power of [Tame], unable to resist commands. But as the human made sport of him, the sensation of it eroded his pride, a great defeat coming in the emergence of crimson at his crotch. Any prayer to the Moon God that it would not be noticed was futile, and he looked into the eyes of the smug-faced man with what defiance he could yet muster.

One of his hands draped lower, and he continued his evaluation, “I think I'm done with those for the moment. The abdominal muscles are quite prominent, and the fur thickens here spectacularly. It's convenient for modesty, and the aesthetic makes me suspect the [Creation] users work, but there's enough fur here to keep male equipment supported even when undertaking rigorous physical activity. I couldn't guess if it's natural or not, because if a Wolfman is on the hunt and needs to break into a sprint, they don't want their balls slapping their thighs. Especially when they're this large…"

He illustrated a point he'd confirmed moments prior, his hand sinking into the considerable floof to grasp at orbs that would be obscene on a human, perhaps double the scale of a man, “Hot. Well, as in warm, but that as well. I don't mind that you're male – since a Deathclaw is in my strike zone, and we've gone this far, I doubt that comes as a surprise." Raphael squeezed softly, and continued to apply pressure until the Alpha whimpered, “They're heavy, and I just felt a slight throb. Despite his protestations there's arousal here. Not that I care about the protests, this is my right as the victor to enjoy."

His fingers trailed higher, the tips of them parting a broad sheathe, “That's a particularly vibrant red, I must admit, I would have guessed pink. But that's aggressively crimson." He smirked, “No, let's use a more feminine synonym. Ruby. It's the cock of a bitch after all." Raphael placed his thumb over the tip, finding the smallest amount of precum and smearing it into a circle, “He's about half out of his sheathe, I think. There's a bit of an angled flatness to the head of it, and it's pretty weighty. I think I'll evaluate things properly when he's fully worked up."

“…Kill…you…" It sounded so faint at this point, but the resistance was far from removed. Silver had weakened the Alpha, and now his body betrayed him as the human toyed with it. Fondling his sheathe and making sport of his chest. The indignity was overwhelming. Her cringed into his shoulders, as a brief glance up revealed the whole pack now within the bounds of the firelight, all watching him, some amused, some smug, some pleased with this comeuppance. He'd beaten them, pinned them to the floor and fucked them into being his subordinates, and now more than one had emerged entirely from their sheathes to the sight of him being humiliated!

“[Fall] back." Raphael released his maleness, pressing his palm to the centre of the Wolfman's chest and sending him onto his back, looking down on them with a superior expression as he knelt between their legs. He set his hands to their thighs and spread them, but then seized one and abandoned their fondling to continue their evaluation, “The leg muscle is a little unfamiliar. I think that this is more suitable for movement on all fours than a Deathclaw, though. Fur is particularly rough, but at least they're clean. Digitigrade legs, and the pads and claws of their feet are not dissimilar to their hands. Pawtoes are quite canine, and quite large, but not too much so. I can't imagine that their bipedal balance is too fantastic, actually…"

He moved on to the other leg, “More scarring on the left thigh. Something really slammed you on this side, huh?" Raphael probed no further, and considered the prone Wolfman before him. There was one part left he'd yet to touch, and in his hands he seized their swishing tail, “About as long as my arm, and rather expressive. There's a little strength to it, and the fur is rough. Honestly, it needs a good brushing. The creatures of this world do a good job of keeping themselves clean, but there are some things that only soap can accomplish…"

Raphael released them and sat on his heels, thinking about his next moves. He quite wanted to taste their maleness, but to indulge himself in that way would likely undercut the position of dominance he had spent so long building up. So, he nudged their thighs apart, and spoke, “Put the coin in your [Cheek]. Make sure you don't swallow it." And taking advantage of the limpness of their body, he set his hands beneath their knees and pushed them upwards, “Your hands are free now, [Grip] where I am. Hold yourself spread for me."

The Beastmaster looked side to side, finding that his audience had approached closer still to take in the view. The arousal in display was quite considerable, and it buoyed his confidence to see it. The pack approved in this way at least. He gestured to one of the smaller Wolfmen with a particularly dopey looking face, “[You]." Then to a small sack aside the drying racks, “[Fetch]." It was in his hands moments later, and he rifled through the contents quickly.

“I know you have a heightened sense of smell, and I wasn't sure how thorough I would have to be in this subterfuge, so I went as far as bringing the oils that the trappers use for preserving their hides. He removed a small leather container, “Like a little waterskin. I suppose something as convenient as glass would be too much to ask for out here. This is made from fish oil, but they mix in something which kills the stronger aspects of the smell…"

“Why…"

Raphael tilted his head, “Why? Well, from what I can tell, for you Wolfmen, you fuck for domination and for breeding. I can't imagine that there are any tops considerate enough to make this enjoyable for the bottom amongst your own race." He gave a slight harrumph, “I told you from the start, I'm going to make you into my bitch. My docile whore. My Pet slut. And you're going to be willing. I'm going to break that racial instinct of yours to make you want nothing more than to raise your tail for me."

The Alpha's breath came in short bursts, his mind swimming, but one piece of reason held on. This human was dangerous. If things continued, he was going to lose. That reason was going to abandon him, and he was going to surrender to the dominant male. He struggled, and the coin pressed against the inside of his cheek, but he was helpless. Weakened by silver, lulled by their ministrations, and now placed on his back with his legs spread, a position so unnatural for him as a canine creature. It was submissive, with his belly and throat on display, and the command forced him to offer himself. His cock emerged fully from its sheathe, despite every screaming protest of his buckling mind.

“Interesting. The knot is about the size of my fist, with most of the mass to the sides…" Raphael immediately commented, distracted by what he saw, “We're pretty similar in thickness of our equipment, but you've got maybe a bit under two inches on me…" He smirked, “Oh, I see how it is. That knot looks impressive, but it only actually leaves you with two thirds of your cock to fuck with. Maybe less than that. Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. Not for you. Not anymore."

He tilted the leather into his hand, and a reservoir of oil formed on his palm, Raphael setting his first two fingers against their undertail and tilting his wrist to let the fluid flow downwards and coat his fingers, “Pink. I suppose that tracks." He pushed, applying a small amount of pressure, and found a yield to the copious oil and a well angled penetration, “Two fingers without much problem. Maybe it's the size difference? Or maybe being a bitch is your natural place. I put you on your back, but the hard cock up against your abs is your own doing."

Raphael moved slowly, twisting his fingers, parting them slightly, and then adding more oil to his palm and again tilting it to flow inside the Wolfman, “That's a lot of heat. A good thing my first load went into your muzzle, or It'd be hard for me to hold back." He slowly moved his hand back and forth, slickening their insides and finding which spots best made them squirm, “I hear you Wolfmen don't have names, just positions in the pack. There's no decorum in calling you Bitch when I take you into civilisation, and while I think Alpha should stay your name, I don't want you getting the wrong idea."

He looked to the pack, and beyond them to the environment, “Alp. That will do. I don't want to fuck someone without a name." Alp only growled, whether it was hate or indignity or agreement or submission was impossible to tell. The man delivered his command to the assembled wolves, “[Watch]. I want you all to see what a good Bitch looks like." He pulled back his hand, and emptied what remained of the oil over his own cock, setting it now at the entrance of his conquest as he leaned over them, “Now, let's see how much work it takes to get you to put a load onto your chest…"

Raphael took his time. The actions of a considerate top would serve him well if the ultimate underscoring of his point would be the pleasure of the squirming wolf, “Fuck…" He swallowed, “You're tight and you're fighting me. But toying with you all this time has my cock as hard as steel, and I used a hell of a lot of oil!" The man was not to be beaten, and inch by inch he slowly sheathed himself in the male beneath him, until his own not insignificant balls came to rest at the base of their tail. He huffed, “I swear they've gotten a little bigger. Maybe a side effect of Deathclaw pheromones?" His eyes caught sight of the ring, “Good thing I have this or who knows what long term exposure could have done. It's my defence from your Lycanthropy as well…"

The side track was a self-imposed distraction, drawing him away from the crushing pleasure of the Wolfman. He held himself hilted for some time, letting them get used to him, and as he did so, he placed a hand over their ruby maleness and toyed with it, “I still have some oil over my hand, or I'd be a little conscious being too rough with this…" His fingers coiled about the length, “Your body heat is amazing. You're going to make an excellent pillow for me." He squeezed the knot gently, “This is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I'm rather pleased you have such an erotic cock. Something for me to watch and mess with while I empty my balls into my Bitch."

He released their maleness, and set his hands about their hips, taking advantage of the difference in their size and the slight upwards angle of Alp's hips to find a comfortable leverage. He drew back carefully, determined not to cause any injury to a hole which felt virginal, and little by little, he built up a pace. Precum mixed with oil, and with each thrust, the Alpha voiced a whimper that they were unable to suppress.

Raphael only grinned, thinking of how to word his next question. If he asked the Wolfman if he liked it, then he would likely get a 'no', not for the sensation, but for the shame of being fucked before his pack. So, he would be devious, “What part of this do you like the most? [Answer]."

The Wolfman growled, the sound eclipsing his whining for a moment as the compulsion took him, and in a voice far more breathy, far sweeter than his previous gravel, he was forced to answer, “…When you're… deepest… a feeling… through my whole body… through my chest… into my head… takes my breath… can't keep… my voice… in…"

“Does that feel good? [Answer]."

He waited for them to open their muzzle to speak, and in that moment thrust hard and deep, forcing a hopeless moan from them, “Ahhh…" They gasped, unable to defeat [Tame], “Yes!"

It was certainly loud enough for their audience, and Raphael took his time thinking how best to capitalise. His own pleasure was considerable, the squeeze of their undertail and heat of their body coaxing forth rivers of precum, while a tail that now swished back and forth tickled the inside of his thighs beneath him, “Are you ready to admit you're my Bitch yet? [Answer]."

After three deep gasps, they shuddered out, “…No…"

“Now I just want you more." Raphael increased his pace, grinding his hips against theirs at the apex of each thrust, knowing well now precisely where to target. It was a pleasure to hear their whimpers, the change in the pitch of their voice when they spoke, the whining moans which could not be restrained. “Do I need to touch your cock to make you cum? [Answer]."

The outcry was filled with shame, “No!"

“Good Bitch." Raphael growled himself, his hips a flurry as he served now his own pleasure as well, “Come on. Show me how my tailraising slut cums! I want to know how a submissive Pet squirms when their Master gives them the fuck they need. Let your whole pack see what you are." With an audience of a dozen Wolfmen, Raphael leaned back, making sure that there was space for them to bear witness, his cock hilted and a throaty moan on his own lips as he poured his essence into Alp below him.

The Alpha howled, his whimper consumed by it, a noise to eclipse the exclamation of the Master, his maleness jumping against his abdomen as ropes of wolf seed sprayed over his fur in a vulgar orgasm. His body quivered, his toeclaws curled, his head thrashed from side to side, and his chest heaved as a pleasure unknown to Wolfmen overwhelmed him. Raphael held him for a while, waiting until they calmed, but then he pulled free, leaving the mess of his essence leaking out over his tail.

The lesson was not complete.

“[Roll] over." The command came, and it forced Alp to stir from his exhaustion, shifting himself into his belly, “[Up], onto all fours." The human was looking particularly smug, “Now, [Raise] your tail."

Raphael found his waterskin and drained a good portion of it, observing a fallen Alpha that already looked to be on shaky legs. He approached a nearby Wolfman with a build similar to his own, and they barely noticed him as they watched the mess dripping from the male that had once bullied, beaten, and raped them. He spoke to the Alpha, “This male beside me. Ask him to fuck you. In your sweetest voice, nice and polite. [Speak]."

He received one look of surprise and delight, and one look of horror and defeat, “…Please…" He fought the order, even with his pride in tatters, suspecting already that what was to come would be even worse, “Fuck… me…"

The human shrugged, “Well, you heard the Bitch. I don't need to order you on his back, do I? Everyone else, wait your turn. And you, Pet – [Spit] out that coin. I want your regeneration to keep you nice and tight. It's going to be quite the day for us…"

The first wolf was moderately sized, but the unfortunate consequence of the knot was to shave off a good third of that length when it came to rut. He layered himself over the Alpha, and immediately set his jaws about their scruff before sheathing himself in one brutal thrust. Alp howled with pain and indignity as a canine pace was reached with immediacy, replete with the snarls and growls of the Wolfman above him, their teeth bloodied from the bite. He lasted a handful of minutes and failed to tie, but delivered quite the copious load of cum to mix with human seed.

Raphael nodded as they dismounted, approving. He removed a string of jerky from the meats Blueside Village had provided him with and tossed it to the Wolfman, “Good boy. Who's next?"

The second wolf was not particularly well endowed, proving so poorly gifted that their knot was inconsequential enough to be used for rut. They lasted quite a while though and after adding a meagre load they earned their jerky. The third wolf was the opposite, with a knot so large that it had no hope of fitting even inside a Wolfman female. He sank his claws into the thighs of the Alpha and made them scream as he fucked them with such vindictiveness that Raphael considered stopping them.

“Wow, I wonder what he did to deserve that?" He tossed them their jerky, and up stepped the fourth wolf. They surveyed a hole leaking now the seed of multiple males, and instead walked around to their other side, looking to Raphael questioningly, “Oh, yes – of course. The Bitch knows to mind his teeth. Or the next test of my Apex Skill will be to see how long he can hold his breath." With the threat delivered, the smart Wolfman mirrored the hold used by the human, and muzzlefucked a load into their throat. “Bravo." Raphael gave them their reward.

The fifth wolf was inspired by this new method of mating and again took the front, so Raphael directed the sixth onto the Alpha's back. He snorted, “There are two wolves inside of you…" unable to resist the urge to utter the line and giggling to himself as he watched the show play out. It took a while for them to work out the rhythm, but they got there in the end. The final withdrawal having one of the Wolfmen have his cock deliver its load not beneath their tail but over their back.

The seventh wolf must have thought it a good idea, for after working himself almost to orgasm on the Alpha's back, he came to their muzzle and had them lick his cock until his seed covered their face. Raphael whistled, impressed by the mess that was being made of them, handing out more jerky and chewing on a piece of it himself. Eight and nine decided also to take their prize from both ends at once, though decided to swap halfway. Ten was the first successful tie and had to be ordered with [Tame] to pull himself free.

Raphael clapped him on the shoulder, pleased to have the opportunity to witness the regeneration of a Wolfman up close, as now as well as the gradual sealing of bite and claw marks, he could also see a gaped undertail return slowly to tightness. The eleventh wolf was a bit of a disappointment, looking cocky as he mounted, but blowing his load after only a dozen or so thrusts. He took his jerky to the sound of the rest of the pack jeering. Twelve had the perfect length and bulb size to manage to knot their muzzle, the swell of it caught in jaws. That one slowed things for a while for them to be safely extracted.

By now, dawn had broken and passed, and the sky told Raphael that it was mid-morning. He looked upon the Alpha, exhausted, legs shaking, their fur bloodied and ruffled, streaked with cum. And then he looked to the rest of the pack, “How about another go?"

It wasn't until evening that the pack of Wolfmen had entirely had their fill, some satisfied with only one fuck and others going around again and again and again. That particularly vicious third wolf seemed insatiable, but even their stamina eventually failed them and with a last lingering look on the ruined Alpha, they were done.

To say that Alp was a mess would be something of an understatement. Their hindquarters were a matted mess of fluids, some of it made pink by streaks of blood from some of the more violent bites and clawing. His whole body shook, having been forced to remain in that all fours position for the whole day. His muzzle dripped with seed, his tongue lolling, his breath coming in exhausted heaves. His eyes were dull and unfocused, his tail still forced upright by [Tame], but every movement of it seemed now to pain him.

Raphael cast his gaze across the assembled pack, and Kara whom had ventured from the tent as daylight came to find some water and gorge herself on the meat stores. He smirked, “Well, even after fucking him all day, none of you made him cream himself. Before I send you back up the mountains, I suppose I can show you how you master a Bitch…"

He approached Alp, slapping their cheek with his cock and bringing them to attention, “[Roll] over. You know what position I want to have you in." No further order needed to be given. So long as they had the power to follow it and understood, [Tame] forced them onto their back, and their own sense had them spread their legs and hold them wide. Anything to be able to leave that stress position of all fours.

The human knelt in the same spot he had before, uncaring of the lake of wolf cum that splashed about him. He set his cock to a hole long absent oil, but slickened by the deposits of a dozen packmates, and thrust forward, immediately drawing a moan from the Alpha, the submission of a male with nothing left to defend themselves with.

“Every one of them took you violently. Claws in your back or teeth in your neck. Thrusting away with nothing on their mind but their own pleasure. Even when they knotted you, none of them could make you cum." He adjusted his angle and ground his hips. Every thrust was a lewd squelch of cum-slickened fur slapping against skin, “This is why you're not only a Bitch. You're mine. My Bitch."

He took his time, having spent his day studying their body and working his way chipping away at the final piece of their resolve. And then, he stopped, “I'm not going to order you. In fact…" He waved his hand and rescinded every order, holding them only under the subservience of [Tame] and nothing else, just as he did Kara, “I can let you go right now. Back into the mountains with your pack. Or, you can beg me to fuck you. You can call me Master and ask me sweetly to let you cum. And you can be my Bitch." He ground his hips in a slow circle, “What will it be?"

Alp was quiet for some time. Even now he had enough sense left in him to understand what was being asked. He knew that if he jumped off this cliff edge he would never stop falling. The Deathclaw imprinted on this human as a Mate. He would be casting himself at their feet forever as a Bitch. He took three deep breaths, and then, “I'm your Bitch! I'm your subservient tailraising slut! Please, Master! Please fuck me! Please let me cum!"

“More."

The Alpha swallowed, “I'll use my muzzle on your cock every day. I'll learn how you like it. Please. As long as you put me on my back and fuck me human-like. When you call me a Bitch it makes my undertail throb and my cock hard. Please! I never want to use it again! Every time I ever cum, it should be on my chest or on the ground, with my Master's seed inside me!"

Raphael exhaled his relief, worried a little that he'd overplayed his hand. But gifted with that response, he instead muttered, “Shit, maybe I overdid it a little? I don't think I can keep up this hard dom stuff all the time…" And then louder, “Good Bitch. Your Master is pleased." He took a breath and steeled himself, “Now for your reward…"

He pistoned his hips furiously, every thrust accompanied with a whimper of pleasure from his Bitch, and his own moans of pleasure and exertion. The Wolfman howled once more and painted his chest in an orgasm which seemed to last forever. His whole body shook, and as Raphael added his seed to the mess of wolf cum under their tail, Alp fainted outright.

The human pulled back, falling onto his ass and breathing heavily, “Fuck. Well, that settles that…" he swayed, quite exhausted himself after a full night at vigil and then a day of such activities, “All of you, listen up." He pointed towards the mountainside, “Whatever place in those hills you came from, go back to it. Your days of raiding in the lowlands are through! Go [Home]!"

He watched them out of sight, “You can come out, you know."

From the tent strode an old man in a grey cloak, leaning on a wooden staff tipped with three diamonds, “I thought I could at least make you jump. Though, I will congratulate you on another fantastic show for me. You were wrong on one point though. I wasn't entirely sure that you would go East. That's why you got the whip as well!"

Raphael exhaled, pulling his armoured pants back on and doing his best to look disinterested. The World God continued to speak, “This time, my favourite parts… I'm torn again! Perhaps when you tried to tell yourself that you're not a degenerate… But it was also rather cute when you held your breath after putting everything into that final gambit!"

The human shook his head, falling back to sit on his log to take the weight off his legs, “Firstly, I've got no idea how to use a whip, so it's a waste. You could have at least given me a sword or a firearm or even a good knife."

“Oh, I don't think you'd use a deadly weapon even if I gave you one. In fact, I'm quite sure of it. Soldier though you may have been, you sat at a desk doing maths and writing orders before skipping out early for afternoon sport. Not exactly a frontline trooper, were you?" It was impossible to look directly at their face, but Raphael imagined it would be smug, “And secondly?"

“I want some answers. You said you gave [Creation] to the 'last guy', and it seems like they came from my era. But that tomb was centuries old. What gives?"

“Well, truth be told, they made such a mess of things that I may have fast forwarded a good thousand years or so to let the world normalise before bringing you here." They answered quickly, as if desperate to plug any holes in the fabric of their precious setting. But Raphael had more questions to come.

“There wasn't a body in that tomb."

“No, there wasn't." The World God shrugged.

“Are you going to elaborate?"

“No." He pranced forward, sidestepping the absolute lake of fluids pooled next to the campfire, “It's time I think for you to head South. Before winter comes, ideally. You must gather your Pets and venture forth!"

The World God pointed his staff into the trees, indicting a trail only he could see, “Onwards! To the Holy City!"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to users Trailstoride for suggesting a Lupine creature. To Souldivide for their profile picture inspiring the Vaporeon joke (maybe it'll show up if it's requested). And Nightsound for suggesting that when the Skaven shows up it should be female (there aren't enough female Skaven stories). And thanks to all of them for the kind words of support, as well.

I'm really relying on your comments for inspiration for what creatures are added by the [Creation] user, and every fave, vote, and kind word encourages me greatly.

This remains a new writing style for me to experiment with - the sort of loose flow you'd find in a Light Novel rather than the description heavy work I'm used to doing. I'm still quite new at writing m/m content, so I hope this wasn't too egregious. This is what I could probably call my second real attempt.

Have a most excellent day.