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“The right to rule belongs to the mighty."

The lounge was a decadent example of Imperial excess, a trove of exquisite artworks, overwrought furnishings, fine silk drapes, and majestic marble pillars. A world of crimson fabrics, gold trim, and jade highlights, all worthy of the hoarding royal Dragon, and a sublime example of their wealth for those very rare visitors privileged enough to be invited to the Jade Palace on business. Hideki had long since grown used to the juxtaposition of this abundance against the poverty of the rest of the East Island, to the extent that to return here after so long in exile felt quite like coming home despite how much he contrasted with the environment himself. A battle worn and threadbare Harengon Shinobi clad in black cloth and chainmail, hatchet, knife, and bow, arrayed at his side – he meditated quietly in an effort to organise his thoughts while waiting for the moon to rise in full.

Their ascent to the mountaintop had brought them through a small army of Viper, and he had infiltrated the royal demesne by clinging to the underside of the palanquin which his Master and Attendant were travelling in. He wished to clear their rooms of any listening devices and secure their headquarters for this operation – before sneaking out to retrieve Hiroyuki from the waystation below after darkness fell. The Illusions of the Zoroark would be vital should they be forced to engage the Emperor, for while all Magic was dispelled on contact with the mithril armour worn by the Dragon Monarch, it would do little to assist him in discerning decoy images or perceiving an invisible target.

Of course, their trump card remained the Sun God Skill of the Spirit Cerberus, Dia. Its synergy with [Tame] was so ridiculous that it made even the near-invincible Emperor seem defeatable by their Master. Though, every advantage must be seized, and preparation was a key element of waging a successful battle as a Ninja. Raphael had waxed lyrical about some sort of 'Batman' character during their last meeting, and Hideki was still not entirely sure if he should be offended or flattered by the comparison.

A month of training was nowhere near enough. Raphael might be rather skilled in fencing and boxing, but there was a tremendous difference between these sports and true combat. His footwork and point control were impressive, but his edge alignment was poor when wielding a blade, and he'd little idea how to engage non-human foes in a meaningful way. He'd taken to Magic rather well at least. Raphael had some quite impressive spells already, every one of them stolen from some anime or game and replicated through Evocation, Enchantment, and Illusion. A long and ridiculous incantation followed by a tremendous Explosion. An imprudent pose and a beam of radiant light he called his 'Kamehameha'. Mass shadow clones wrought of the tangible shadowstuff of higher tiered Illusions. Although quite silly, the fury that it invoked in his Cerberus instructor was rather amusing to behold.

This strange man with all of his deeply alien foibles was his Master. And as it was preferable to the mindless Fiend state or death, he would soon be the Master of his previous Master as well. The place of every Pet that was placed under [Tame] was the Monster Harem, and Hideki had found the eclectic collection of creatures to be quite to his tastes. Slaves though they were, they were supported in their own goals, encouraged to still seek out their dreams. Devotion to their Master was rewarded with intimacy, and despite their burgeoning ranks, Raphael never took a single lover for granted. He only hoped that the Prince would forgive him for the tremendous affront of his Shinobi being the one to decide his fate, casting the Dragon at the mercy of the Beastlord.

Though, he was quite aware that the Dragon Prince was an unrepentant submissive in secret.

In his head he practiced his apology, though it was quite difficult to concentrate. Cold air whistled into his ear, and despite his every effort to ignore it, his whiskers still twitched in the wake of the breeze. An eye cracked open, and the Harengon cast his gaze over the vulgar woman harassing him, cheeks bulging as she blew her gusts. She was a chimerical creature, with a human-like trunk, black feline limbs and ears, a chitinous scorpion tail, bat wings, and a proud mane of white fur in which the emblem of their Master was neatly nestled. Her breasts near spilled from the elegant kimono that Raine had pressed her into that morning, and her grin was devious, a victory for breaking his meditation.

Hideki sighed deeply. Despite this woman being the first Pet that he had met, her goading proving some assistance to removing the awkwardness of his initial contact with the Beastlord, he'd still not quite gotten used to dealing with her. He shook his head, and then turned to face her in full, “Can I perhaps be of service?"

She licked her lips, “Hey there, fucknugget. How come I don't get called 'Lady' or 'Miss' or whatever?"

The Harengon blinked. That had been the discussion of perhaps an hour prior, and still she dwelled on it? He took a few moments to arrange his response into something polite, though still found there to be some edge to the words, “Such titles are reserved for persons of honour."

“Everyone except me, then?"

With no discernible change of expression, the Shinobi nodded an affirmative. Despite his profession, he'd never been much for lying and found that whenever he made the effort of doing so his tells were somewhat obvious. Much better to be honest, polite, and just take the consequences of his unfiltered words, “Regrettably, that is correct. I do not believe you to be a positive influence on Master."

“You're so fucking boring." The Manticore scoffed, seemingly pleased to have goaded him into abandoning his meditation, “Stupid shit like honour is just slowing Master down. He should conquer the world, kill everyone in his way, and make everyone that's left into his bitches." She cackled, “Master is the best. He turned Alp into such a faggot that he doesn't even know if he's a boy or a girl anymore! He made one of those emotionless snake shitheads into a cunt-diving whore! Master creams the cookie of a fucking Cerberus Spirit!"

“You are an evil woman." The words were compelled from his throat, significantly more boldly than he would normally convey such a thought.

She grinned, and her voice filled with a fell pride, “Damn fucking right I am. If it wasn't for Master, I'd be a Fiend willingly."

Curious. That gave him pause. He may not quite have the emotive perceptions of the particularly gifted Bravura, but Hideki could see hypocrisy clearly when so openly presented before him. The reserved Harengon could not suppress the calling out of it, quite unused to the provocations of such lively company, “So, you would become a mindless creature of violence? And then perhaps you shall slay your friend, Alp? And your Monster Harem companions? And those you enjoy sport with back in the Holy City?"

“Fuck you." She scowled, looking like a child which had lost a point in a game. Kali wore an expression of particular cruelty as she launched her next assault, “Master is going to make a faggot of your precious Prince tomorrow. He'll [Tame] him, and walk out with another useless cumdump male, I bet he'll make a nice subservient little whore. That's all you pathetic cunts are good for…"

That was quite enough. The power of [Tame] prevented Pets from harming their Master's possessions, and this extended to them engaging each other in combat. But such a slight could not go unanswered! The Ninja closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and then locked on to her, searching for a suitably scathing response. Kali's drifting gaze to the door at the far side of the chamber, from which came the sounds of vigorous mating, provided him with such an angle of attack, and he countered, “It seems that our honoured Master is handling the Lady Moira quite passionately. With respect, I must ask: Have you earned such tender attentions for yourself, or are you still mated roughly as if for discipline?" He smiled sardonically, “I myself have enjoyed quite the intimate evening with him not long ago. I do not think I mind giving my heart to this man. Perhaps I shall be victorious in these Wife Wars of yours?"

“You little prick!" Her claws sank into the rich upholstery of the couch they were sharing, Kali swift to refute him, “I ain't like you pathetic little whores! I don't need to be fucking affirmed every two minutes to keep my shit together!" Her tone became a mocking warble, “Oh, Master – I'm so vulnerable and pathetic! I don't think I can survive if you don't call me beautiful every other sentence, pamper me, and worship me like a goddess! Ignore all of my flaws and pretend that they're assets! I'm so weak that I can't handle reality!" Kali's voice was tinged with an unpleasant venom, and she cackled again before continuing, “Oh, please romance me! I'm so lonely, and I need you to say that you love me over and over and over again! Bleagh!"

“I think that is precisely what you desire."

Hideki's words were delivered with such a level tone that it brought the Manticore to silence. This was the wisdom of an older male, and it came with a piercing glare quite different to the snark of the Skaven back in the Holy City, or the playful cajoling of the Felyne. Kali was the first to look away, and it was the first defeat in this game of torment that she had ever known, a long career of bullying the other Pets undone.

“You're fucking dumb." She chuckled to herself, but there was no mirth in it, “We love each other. We get each other. We fuck plenty, and do loads of other shit, too! I don't need some lovey-dovey crap to know I'm the best Pet!"

Hideki sighed and shook his head, as if contending with a rebellious child, “What would you most enjoy? To defy your Master and then be fucked violently as part of this brat taming game you play? Or to kiss him passionately and make love to the man?"

Properly on the ropes, she stuttered, “O-Of course I'll take the violent sex! Fuck off and die, you fucking queer!"

Content that he had delivered quite enough of a chiding here, the Harengon looked to the balcony to find the sky in darkness. He stood, knife, hatchet, bow, he made ready his equipment and gave a slight bow, “The moon is now full risen. I must descend the mountain to collect the Zoroark for Phase Two." The bow deepened, ever so slightly, “I apologise for calling you an evil woman. I see now that you are merely deluded. These shocking things you say are only to provoke your Master, and for your own immature entertainment…"

He vanished over the marble railing of the balcony before Kali could say another word. Though one did come, if a little late.

“Asshole!"

The Manticore seethed in the empty room, her claws returning to the couch cushions and shredding them with particular malice. How dare that faggot rabbit talk to her as if she was a child! How dare he act like he knew her! The only one that could see through her was Master! She scowled, and tried to uproot the thoughts implanted by Hideki. But, a strange anxiety had started to grow inside her, an emotion entirely unfamiliar to the confident and prideful creature. Raphael was so intimate with all of his other Pets, no matter how wild their individual kinks. Bravura, for example, loved to be tied up, but he didn't have that every time – sometimes sex was pleasure, intimate, romantic…

“He's… never kissed me."

The thought was strangely devastating. He'd fucked her every hole, shaped her body to serve only him, and tapped into her Manticore biology to make her reject all essence but his. Even without [Tame], she would still be owned by him forever. Every time they fucked she demanded a fight of him, defied and tormented her Master, and the sex was certainly satisfying. They said they loved each other so easily, and she didn't doubt his feelings for a second. But, there had never been an opportunity to express that love the same way that he did with the other Pets.

Anxiety compounded into a sense of vulnerability which disgusted the Manticore. This sort of weakness was for the dependent females and faggot males of the Monster Harem – not for her! She wasn't like them! She had more initiative than all of them put together! More wilfulness than any of them! That's what made her the best Pet!

“Fuck that faggot rabbit! Fuck his whore asshole! I hope he gets caught by the Viper and torn to shreds!" Her seething continued, and with one cushion now entirely shredded, she started on another, “I hate you! I hate sneaky types the most! Why did I ever help you!? You pedantic, boring, fuck! Go die, you piece of shit!"

This feeling of inner turmoil would not fade, no matter how vigorously she cursed him. It was true. Her precious Master had a different type of relationship with the rest of his Pets. More intimate, more gentle, he showed them such tender affections. Of course, she didn't need such a thing to know that he loved her! That would be weak and pathetic! That would… “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why!? I'm not the same sort of simping whore as these scrubs! Why do I want it!?"

Kali prided herself on her initiative. When she wanted something, she went and got it by the most direct path. If Alp looked sad, she'd sort out his shit. If she missed her Master, she'd go get him. Every other Pet was always waiting for permission from Raphael, or hoping that he would fix their problems for them – and as far as she saw it, she was the only one that would take matters into her own hands without prompting. So, if she wanted to try this intimacy rubbish, she'd take it.

She steeled herself, knowing that it would not be so easy this time. And as the sounds of rut in the next room faded, the Manticore cleared her through loudly to make her want known. Raphael owed her for today, after all. She'd behaved very nicely, all meek and quiet, when all that she wanted to do was put her fist into the jaw of this Dragon Emperor fuckwad. Immune to Magic? Who cares. She'd blast him anyway. How tough could he be? Kali had hunted a Rathalos before in the Northern Mountains, and this cunt was only a little bigger than one!

The doorway shifted, and as the Human passed into the room and sealed the archway shut behind him, she was ready for him. A few steps brought her from the couch and up against him, her body sensuous against his nudity, his voice questioning, “Kali?" He got out little more than her name before the press of her body put his back to the wall, the man showing little resistance thus far. Her shorter height put her a little lower than him, and she rose onto the tips of her claws to level things out.

“Master… I need you to shut the fuck up and do something for me." She cringed slightly, annoyed at herself for letting the Harengon get to her, “Fuck. Just – I did good today, right? Wore this stupid fucking dress. And I didn't punch the dickhead Emperor. So, I get a reward, right? Just once. This ain't like a regular thing or anything! I just wanna try something! I need to prove that rabbit asshole wrong!" She swallowed and made her demand, “Kiss me, you fucking dweeb!"

Raphael was left with some small amount of shock. He'd expected to enter the room to find the Manticore with some caustic words on her lips, a provocation to invite him into their familiar pleasures. But this was different. She'd advanced on him, pressed her body to him tenderly, and now demanded something more intimate. He couldn't say that it wasn't something he'd always hoped to hear, but his answer was still the same, “No." Kali's eyes widened, and he was quick with clarification, “I know that it's a big step for you, and I'm not going to kiss you to prove a point, whatever happened with Hideki."

“F-fuck!" She seized his shoulders, the pact of [Tame] preventing her from sinking her claws into him, “Master!" Kali grit her teeth. Of course it wasn't going to be that easy. Her Master was going to tear a confession out of her, just like he always did, “Fuck you. You really are the only one that fucking gets me, aren't you?"

“I can't really pretend to know what's going on. I took a step into the room and I'm already pinned against the door." He gave a slight smile, “But I know you, at least. I know the soft stuff isn't easy for you… and I'm not going to make it any easier for you." That small smile became a full grin, “Ask me properly."

Here was a power dynamic that was never going to change, and Kali wouldn't have it any other way. The familiarity of his dominance over her helped her find the words, “Master… Fuck… I just once want to try this romantic shit… I don't wanna lose out to any of these fucking scrubs you've filled the Monster Harem with… Please?"

“There was a time when I'd have to fight you for quite a while to get that sort of outright demand out of you. You must really want it." He grasped her shoulders in turn, “We do plenty of 'romantic shit' already, or have you just not been noticing? When we cuddle in the hot springs. That time you fell asleep in my lap. When you clung to my arm after that Monsterball tournament…" Raphael had no shortage of examples, and after spouting off several more, he continued, “Yeah, we fuck roughly. But we're plenty intimate already. You're not losing out to anyone." He drew her closer, “But I'm going to kiss you anyway. Because I own you, and I want to. I've been waiting a long time for this…"

“Master…" That knot of unease inside her chest unravelled into nothing, and her scornful expression became one of love. But, Kali would never change, “You're such a fucking nerd. Why wait, dumbass? I-if you want me, then you should just tak-“

With no further hesitation, Raphael did precisely that. His embrace became forceful, his hand at the back of her neck, and he brought their lips together with an eager passion. It was amateurish, sloppy and lewd, a mess of tongues and saliva, gasping breaths and vocalisations of pleasure. Exactly the sort of whorish desire that he'd come to expect from the Manticore, and one which he mirrored with an expression of his own want. This was a victory, a final surrender of his precious Pet come out of the blue. Hideki might get some thanks later…

Kali found herself basking in a very different sort of pleasure. A strange need coalesced in her head with the same sort of sharpness to it as if she'd just tasted something sour yet moreish. There was a new weight at her chest, a true yearning that she had never felt before, and her limbs were weak. Her mind became a white fog of desire, filled with unfamiliar fantasies of intimate passions. And of course, her nipples stood erect beneath the wrappings of her kimono, her cunt gushed with need, and her tail quivered with the hopes of engulfing the cock that owned her.

That forceful embrace became more passionate with each passing moment, her own arms coiling about him in reciprocation, and a submissive instinct having her body sag inside his grasp. Kali leaned against her Master, pressing her breasts to his chest, grinding her crotch against his thigh, wanton and desperate in her desires. He was right. She had felt this melted feeling before, so many times. There was no tender lovemaking as he had with his other Pets, but they had shared so many intimate moments!

They broke for a moment, “Fuck… I hate it…" Her eyes were moist, “I hate being so… fucking weak…" She held on to him so tightly, “I need you… I can't live without you… fuck you, Master…" Kali shook slightly, “I love you… more than any of the others… Fuck those losers… I don't want to share! I want you all for myself!"

With the hand at the back of her neck, he pressed her face into his shoulder, his other arm falling to her lower back and bringing her all the closer as legs wrapped around his thigh. The Eastern dress rode up, and the wetness of her cunt ground against his bare flesh, “Keep [Grinding]." He made his command, stern in the delivery as he embraced his Pet, “I think you quite like sharing, actually. You can't tough the males without being sick. But, you've never complained about the females, have you? [Explain]."

“Master!" Kali moaned, finally able to embrace some true stimulation as that precious kiss ceased for her to share this exchange, her cunt slick on his leg, “I-“ [Tame] could not be defied, “I like when you force me to fuck girls…" He bit her feline ear, an encouragement for more, “It's like winning, you know?" When I make them cum, or when I… when they eat my cunt – it's like I'm helping you… I'm the strongest bitch! These whores should all know their place!"

“Use your [Tail] on my cock. [Tell] me more…"

She was quick to follow the commands, the second femininity of her scorpion tail engulfing his cock at the hilt and invoking the suction of its rippling folds. His cock was already dripping with the thick femcum of the Dragoness from the next room, wet with his own essence and the precum of the needs that she had inspired in him. Kali gave a throaty moan as she suckled it all down, tasting it at the back of her throat as her body drew in all that he had to offer. Each ripple was pure pleasure, and her Master put his weight against the wood behind him as she tended to him.

“There was a time when you were fucking that Skaven's ass – but you'd just creampied her cunt, and every time you fucked her, all your jizz was being forced out. And…" She swallowed, lost in the memory, “You made me clean out her pussy. And the little whore begged and whined, because she's so desperate for you to knock her up – and when I ate out all of your cum, it felt like winning! I beat that scheming vermin! We made her cum herself to sleep together!"

The two sexes of his Monster Harem never interacted much when it came to pleasure, with the males generally preferring cock, and the females only yielding to his own maleness. [Tame] allowed them to seek pleasure only in his presence, a double-edged sword which demanded the same of him since the evolution of the Apex Ability. He'd have them entertain him with their play quite often, and the memories were a delight to revisit. Thoughts of Alp writhing beneath the thrusting hips of his Gryphon, giving it up all over the floor as soon as Raphael stroked his cheek. Or holding parted the legs of his Manticore while Raine unfurled a tongue long and dexterous enough to tickle her ovaries.

“[More]."

Her cunt at thoroughly doused his leg, and more memories spilled from her lips, “I loved making that snake bitch lose her fucking mind…" She moaned into his neck, “When you – when you forced my fucking face into her fucked up looking cunt. I love pussy! I love when you make me make the other girls into your sluts! They're weaker than me! They're all just stupid whores! I love when they cum! I love how their bitch-juice tastes!"

Kali humped his leg violently, her words coming more quickly, “I love eating your fucking cum out of their second-rate holes! It's all mine! Every time they cream themselves on my tongue, I'm proving that I'm better than them! Stronger! More dominant! The only one I'll ever bow to is you!"

Raphael grinned, and bit her ear again, “I think you just like pussy." He was having fun playing with her fantasies, and had one to feed her, “I wonder how you'd like it if I put Khut in your lap one night? Press her little chest against your massive one. You can put one of these big paw fingers under her tail and fuck her ass while you grind her little cunt against yours…" Another bite, “Imagine my submissive rat-wife cumming in your arms while I fuck a load into your tail…"

Orgasm hit Kali hard at the thought of bringing that sarcastic vermin down a peg. Yes. Her and Master could torture that uppity rat together! Khut loved kisses so much – imagine how devastated she would be if their Master forced them to make out while the Manticore fingered that little creature to quivering pleasure? Everything was for him. She could make a show of that small body, one which he would never forget!

His own cock had erupted in her tail, precisely as in the fantasy he'd just fed her, and she guzzled it down with the utmost satisfaction. All the more so when his voice continued, “I know you came when you were eating Dia's cookie. Do you like that feral snatch? [Answer]."

“Yes, Master!" There was no feeble stutter, “She's this powerful Spirit – but Spirits are weak to Magic! That bitch is so helpless when she's on her back and her legs are up in the air! I was so happy when you forced me to eat out her animal pussy! I had a gushing cum as soon as you touched me!"

“Her stamina is almost as vast as mine…" He kissed her neck, “Imagine those outer heads sinking their jaws into your thighs to hold you spread, while Dia laps your pussy with her doggy tongue. She's always telling me to be more forceful with my Pets, so she's got no right to complain when I order her to eat your cunt through the night. You can stroke her ears and call her a good little bitch while you cream her face…"

“Yessssss!" Kali moaned out the word, gushing femslick over her Master's thigh, her tail rippling with the joy of orgasm and drawing another from the Human to match hers.

“Here's what I've pieced together at last…" He took a few deep breaths to steady himself, overcome by his own arousal as his cock was so expertly milked, “You got so frustrated that you couldn't find a male that you liked that you became a Fiend. You're so quick to call all of my males faggots. You're a fucking dyke, Kali. With the sole exception of me, you're a dyke whore that's thirsty for the cunts of submissive girls. [Say] it."

The white fog of lust had become overwhelming, and that electrifying feeling of desire filled her mind, “Yes! I'm a fucking dyke! I love pussy! I love cunt! I love tits! I love making bitches squirm and cum their brains out! I like making your women go fucking cross-eyed! I like winning! But-“ Her paws squeezed him so tightly, “You're the only one I love! I'm a fucking dyke! But I love you! I love your fucking dick! You're the only man I acknowledge! I want you more than any girl! Now fucking fuck me! I need you to fuck me, Master! You got me to say it, you bastard – so now you've got to fuck me!"

“Intimately?" Raphael teased.

“Please, Master…" Her body sagged against him, “I get it… I know you don't need to be all soft with me. When we're intimate, it ain't like it is with all of these other dweebs, but… just once. Just once, okay? Maybe twice if I like it. Maybe – fuck, we'll see! Just – fuck me! I've been a good girl! Now fuck my dyke cunt, you asshole!"

Raphael reached down, and pulled her tail from his cock, twisting on the spot to reverse their positions and put the back of his Manticore against the wall, “I love you, Kali." He spoke into her ear, “You're so much fucking effort. And I love you for it. You're my prey. You're my cunt-munching dyke. You're my Pet, my Slave." He had one final thing to extract, “It's just us. You can say it… You've always got so much foul shit for the rest of the Monster Harem. But the truth is, you love them all too, don't you?"

“Master-“

“[Truth]."

Kali whined desperately, and then submitted to the power of [Tame], “I… I love them all. I love you all so much that I can't stand it. But I love you the most…" She blushed, more deeply crimson than he had ever seen her, “If you tell anyone, I'll fucking murder you! I – I don't know how, but I will!"

He pulled down the front of her kimono, the chest wrappings dragged away with the strength of his arm, his cock guided to a cunt concealed by the soft flowing fabric, “I knew it."

There was a familiarity to this human cunt, a palate cleansing from a diet of canine cookie, snake cloaca, and draconic vent, his maleness immediately hilted in Manticore heat. Kali moaned into his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to smother her mouth with his own, stealing the breath of his Pet as the slow thrusting of his hips drove her back against the door. Her legs came to wrap themselves around him, and he took her weight entirely, grasping at her hips and thighs in a leveraged embrace to better grind his cock hard and deep.

Arousal heightened his pleasure, a mental vision behind Raphael's eyes of the depravities to come. If Kali enjoyed pussy so much, then he would make sure that she'd never have a shortage of it. Her brat taming demanded a hard fuck, and he'd crown it with the indignity of forcing her into the cunts of other females of the Monster Harem. He'd ruin this dyke on the cock she'd bowed down to, and make her a slave to the pleasure of women.

They broke apart for a moment, “Dragoness femcum is as thick as honey. I'll have you drink it down as if it were as sweet as it." Their lips rejoined, “But we both know what you like the taste of best…"

Kali suckled his tongue, her response gasped into the air, “Master's cum!" The Manticore ground her hips downward, “You made me into this, you asshole! You made me eat my first pussy! You got me addicted to being fucked by you! You made me the same as those love-drunk weaklings!" The door took more of her weight, and with a hand freed from her lower body, Raphael groped her chest lewdly, “Ah – I'm your Pet dyke, I'm your fucking whore, I need you to get me pregnant! Knock up my dyke cunt! Do it – do it like the Deathclaw! Use that fucked up Enchantment Magic to make me cum while I give birth!"

In need of more leverage, Raphael span her, advancing a few steps to the heart of the lounge and bringing her back down onto the ruined couch. Yet, their embrace remained so tight that nothing much had changed but the angle of his hips thrusting downward, “Are you sure you're a Manticore and not a Succubus?" He bit her ear again, knowing that it inspired a spasm every time in her lower body, a little shock of clarity to their pleasure, “There aren't any girls here to eat my cum out of your dyke cunt. I'm gonna put it nice and deep into the womb that belongs to me."

Begging came without the usual prompting, “Please, Master! Breed my dyke hole! Everyone will be so jealous when I'm pregnant! None of those faggot males can give you this! None of your bitch females can take a rough breeding like me! I want snake tongue inside my pregnant pussy! I want to force a rat mouth onto my milky tit! Please! Give me that! Make all of your sluts fuck me while you put your cum into my tail! I love to be a whore! But I need you to watch me! It's only good when you make me do it!"

Normally it was the Beastlord with a slew of fantasies in his minds eye to dispense upon his Pets, but this time Kali delivered something so desirable that he found himself snarling her name while pumping his cum into her womb. Her legs crossed at his lower back, tail draped around his upper body, her cunt milking him as she warbled her pleasure in response to the seeding. Lips joined again, the intimacy that she desired melding with the depravity of her lust.

Her Master was the whole world, her vision pressed into his neck and chest, his scent filling her nose, the feel of his body against her, the taste of him on her lips, the sound of his voice in her ear. This was the man that possessed her, and the instincts of a Manticore female had her submit completely, cervix parted to the battery of his cock, her owned womb his to dump his whelps into. Yes. Even her preferences for other females belonged to him. She was his Pet dyke, and she'd eat whatever cunt he forced her face into! He'd give him a show, and leave her tail to the side for his pleasure!

She was flipped onto her hands and knees, the kimono clinging to her midriff, and as Raphael took position behind her, her enormous tits swayed back and forth, their size vulgar to her small frame. The embrace never ceased, her tail ever clinging to him, his arms around her, his hands everywhere. He grasped her throat and controlled her, the gush of her cunt spraying his thighs in a violent orgasm, more of his seed planted deep.

He brought the Manticore to her side, raised a leg, and sheathed his cock into her cunt once more. He twisted around her as if wrestling a squirming foe, bending her legs over and slamming down in a mating press. He forced her to ride his cock, seated and holding her intimately. Positions melded together, all within the heat of lust, and the arms of a male that would never let her go.

It ended with a barely cognisant Kali, lying back and spreading her cunt with her fingers to show him off a victorious creampie. Every load since had gone into her cunt, enough to have her midriff appear pudgy, and she now displayed the creamy white of pearlescent insides to him, pussy gaped and divulging a river of seed. She licked it from her fingers lasciviously.

Kali collapsed into her fleeing thoughts as fatigue claimed her. The Manticore was sure that she was pregnant. The third of the Monster Harem to bear offspring for their precious Master…

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to User Saxton, who drew attention to Moiral's praise kink! User NoNoNope for their persuasive advocation for equine pussy. And User Airwall that helped get me out of my funk and into reworking this Short. Also, an extra thanks to everyone that has subscribed to the folder! We're now at 60 people, which I'm really happy with.

As always, I'm grateful for every fave, vote, watch, and especially comments. All of the comments since my last post get credited at the end of my next entry, as it's your encouragement that helps keep me writing these, and it's your ideas and suggestions that help to shape what is to come. I'm thankful for every last read. This one, like the Bravura Short, was a bit of a struggle, but ended up tumbling out of me quite quickly when I found an angle that I liked. My momentum may have been lost, but I can still churn these out with effort, and I want to keep a good pace all the way to the end. When I first started this series I thought it was going to just be six entries - and now we're here over twenty. All because of your encouragement. So, thanks again for the kind words that have helped me keep with this.

Next up is Part VI, which will focus on the acquisition of Prince Sirrush, a male Western Dragon. I've got a concept in mind that I'm pretty happy with, and I'm looking forward to seeing if it survives the translation from my head to the page. I'll push the story finale into an Interlude to follow that, with the last confrontation with the Emperor, and some fun with the royal siblings as a pair. If it all works out as I hope, anyway. I hope everyone is enjoying the holidays, and hope that you enjoy the closing of the story arc. And the lewds.

Have a most excellent day.