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“I was looking quite sharp if I do say so myself."

The carriage trundled along the nighttime roads of the Holy City, drawn by a yellow Chocobo and with suspension hefty enough to withstand the cobblestone below, the vehicle rumbled merrily with every bump. The interior was a little cramped with two Monsters and two armoured Knights taking up a lot of space, three of the four hunched over in the dim light of a swaying lantern. They were jostled slightly as their cab came to a stop at a crossing, and a frustrated Khut finally gave up on her cushion to place herself into her Master's lap. Decorum be damned, she'd had quite enough of this accursed carriage and its ceaseless shaking!

Theirs had been quite the evening, entertainment in District Eight classy enough to require the Knights to wear their ceremonial gear, and for any attending Monsters to be clothed even if not typical to their culture. Of course, Khut liked to dress up anyway, with covering her Lust Sin Rune something of an excuse to have her Master buy her outfits. She fit well into dresses made for halflings, though needed some adjustments to account for her tail.

Tonight she had chosen another red dress, strapless and worn low enough to allow a jewelled pendant to trail into her modest cleavage without looking out of place when paired with her collar. A copper armlet encircled her right bicep, and upon her left hand was a recently recharged Ring of Warmth upon her ring finger, mirrored by her husband's own Ring of Status Immunity as if they were wedding bands. She'd wrapped her ankles in leather bands in lieu of shoes, and was as well-groomed as ever, with fine white fur sleek and shining.

Across from the pair sat a friend of Raphael's from the North Gatehouse, his Gnoll wife at his side looking like she wouldn't mind climbing into her husband's lap either, despite the size difference. The man continued his explanation, “Since the Holy City only conducts marriages between Trinity Races – and even then, never interracial – we had to go a little afield to become a mated pair. All the way back to Olo's village on the Western Plains."

Khut questioned them, having launched this topic of discussion herself some moments prior, “You were married in the Gnoll fashion-style?"

To this, the much larger female responded, her voice a growl but not without feminine tone, “Two ways to marry in Gnoll Tribe." She leaned back, relaxed, and casually opened the front of her jacket for two rather magnificent breasts to spill forth. Gnoll did not natively wear clothes, but Olo had tonight been pressed into a leather jacket and short skirt for modesty which she was keen to do away with now that the event was over, “Either the male faces the Chief in single combat and has her submit to his might. She then will gift one of her females to him..."

Laso interjected, “And you should see the size of her. Would probably give your Deathclaw a decent scrap! You're not allowed any weapons either - I wouldn't have stood a chance."

The Gnoll was grinning. Though, that seemed to be her resting expression, so it was hard to tell sometimes, “Or, warrior woman presents captive male as spoils of war. Claims submissive man for all tribe to see. Then takes for own as life-mate."

“I topped! I swear on the World God!" Laso raised his hand quickly, “Whatever those bloody rumours in the North Gatehouse say about me – I've heard every damned pegging joke in the Holy City…" He gave a slight huff and shook his head, “Anyway, so long as you get hitched somewhere, in whatever custom, the Holy City will accept it. It's why Olo is a citizen with papers, instead of a collared slave." His eyes flickered to Khut, “Uh – no offence."

“None had-taken. We are married-mated, though." Khut appeared thoughtful, leaning back in what was a much more comfortable spot than the meagre cushion she had previously occupied, “My Tribe gave me to Master-Husband as a gift. I am his Pet-Slave. So even as Rat-Wife, I still wear a collar. At first, I didn't like-want it. But I am very happy-pleased, now."

Olo chuckled to herself, the pitch of the laughter somewhat high, “When visit tribe, submissive mate is one to wear collar. Whole world opposite."

Raphael glanced down to Khut with a slight smirk, “Don't get any ideas. I'm not a beta male like Laso."

“Oh, come on man! Not you, too!" The young Knight threw up his hands in defeat, and then with a slight sigh continued, “Real talk, though – you don't know what you're missing out on. There's nothing wrong with letting your lady take the lead every once in a-“

“Ahem. Sir Laso's stop." A voice came from outside, along with a knocking at the side of the carriage.

They had arrived at the Guard-Knight's mansion, and after carefully surveying the area beyond the window, Lasso crept out quietly and held out his hand for his wife, “You know our Gryphons will be unhappy with us if they realise that we took a carriage instead of riding them, especially since we went somewhere fancy. It's far too cold a time of year to get bucked off into the bathing fountain…" He nodded his head, “Good luck with yours. It looks like mine is asleep. And thanks again for sharing a carriage with us…"

Goodnights were shared, and despite the interior now proving much more spacious, Khut made no move to vacate her Master's lap. In fact, she pulled his arms around her and held on to them, “Thank you for tonight, Husband-Master. I quite like Beta-Knight and Laughter-Tits."

“And I quite like that you don't use those nicknames to their faces." Though nobody in the Monster Harem was afforded such a courtesy, “I'm glad you had fun. It's nice to mix outside of the Lair sometimes. The show wasn't half bad either. Very romantic..."

There was a period of quiet, and then Khut posed a curious question, “Master-Husband? I am thinking-wondering. How does a female-woman take the lead?"

“I thought I told you not to get any ideas?" He took a breath and considered his answer to what might be a rather delicate topic, “I suppose as far as I see it, it's a matter of being the one in control of sex. Holding the position of power."

Her head tilted, “So, that is me then-yes?" He knew that she was grinning, even though he couldn't see it, “When I ask for sex-fuck, you give me sex-fuck. So, I am the one in control-power."

Raphael squeezed her, sensing the amusement, “I get to choose how it's done though, for the most part. You're generally at my mercy, and while you might beg for a certain position, most of the initiative belongs to me."

There was a slight harrumph, “Is that so, Master-Husband?" She shuffled into his lap, “You're always good at pleasing-satisfying me. You always put so much effort into making me feel good-nice. You always give me what I want-need…"

“Well, of course I do." He kissed the top of her head, “You're my rat-wife. I know that you like to be tended to intimately. So, I don't degrade you like with Alp or go hard like with Kali. I do my best to take care of you, as a good Master should."

“Don't compare me to smelly-fool and tail-bitch." She huffed, and then took another approach, “I don't want to be in control-charge. But what if I wanted-asked to be the one to tend to your needs instead, Master-Husband? Rather than me asking for what I want-need, I did whatever you want-need? So, Master-Husband is still in charge-control. But your want-needs come first instead of mine."

He smiled and shook his head, pleased but disagreeing, “You tend to my needs plenty by letting me take care of yours. I think that a good dominant should put the pleasure of their submissive first as a general rule. I don't need anything else." And then his face fell, for something rather unexpected had just occurred, “K-Khut? That's mine."

His Skaven had taken his hand, but when she drew back hers, she brought with it his Ring of Status Immunity, “If you won't tell me what you want, then I'm going to make-force you to!" She spoke his true name and intoned a spell, invoking her Enchantment Magic to seize control of an undefended mind. And the world went dark.

[Tame] prevented any of his Pets taking harmful actions against him, but it seemed that the Apex Ability would not swoop in to save him if the action was for his benefit. Raphael came to his senses inside their Lair, with the feeling that a decent amount of time had passed. He had been stripped, or perhaps stripped himself, and was reclining in a half-seated posture atop the great bundle of blankets which constituted their nest.

Khut was standing over him – as much so as a creature under four foot tall could be – and she looked a touch flushed from the Lust invoked by using her Magic, a price that he shared in the sensation of a mild arousal which could not be shaken unless sated. “Welcome back, Master-Husband." She bowed her head, “If you get carried away and call me a slut-whore or something, then I'll make your life miserable! Tonight, I'm going to serve-please you, so just tell me what you want me to do!"

She placed her hands on her hips, her expressive tail draped low and looped around her left ankle to keep it from swaying. Khut had discarded her clothing to match her Master, and seemed to be encouraging him to drink in the sight of her. Short white fur carefully groomed, her hands and feet pink and bare, eyes like pools of blood, and a humanlike femininity glistening softly in the soft light of their Lair. It was a quick assessment of a familiar body, but there was an allure to it different to that of the other Pets – perhaps because she was the only one of them to wear clothes to cover herself up most of the time.

He was not entirely immobilised, but his body felt heavy and the Magic Ring he'd grown so used to wearing was conspicuously absent. A glance revealed its location on Khut's finger – and as his [Tame] functioned in the same way as Magic, she would be immune to its effects so long as she wore it.

There were a great many ways that he could deal with this situation. He could perhaps talk her down. Or shout for help to get the attention of one of the other members of the Monster Harem. Perhaps trick her – if he was particularly lucky or devious as the Skaven was certainly smarter than him. Or, the option that he chose. Raphael took a deep breath, resigned himself to a rather pleasant fate, and spoke, “I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock."

“As you wish-want, Master-Husband!"

Despite her enthusiasm, Khut still required a moment to psyche herself up. Not only because her large incisors made this quite the difficult task for her and one rarely requested, but to get her mind in order before beginning. The Skaven didn't see herself as the same sort of servile Pet as the other members of the Monster Harem, and while the role of Raphael was as her Master, she generally considered the two of them to be equals.

But, all this time, her Master-Husband was always working, trying hard to balance the needs of his Pets with his duty as a Saint, and the most that she could give him in turn were scholarly anecdotes from her days at the library. He was always so indulgent of her needs, always so attentive, taking her to see the show of a book that he knew she liked – and even inviting along another Human and Monster couple to try and get her out of her shell.

He never asked for anything in return, and it was truly infuriating. She didn't want the manipulative relationship of the Skaven where she could be content taking always and never giving! That's why she wore her Ring of Warmth in the Human style! She wanted to stand at his side, his partner, his equal, his Rat-Wife. Not be another doted on and love-addled Pet like the smelly-fool Wolfman! This was her chance to balance the scales, to indulge her Master-Husband for a change, and Khut was quite determined to make sure that he got the message.

If he wanted his cock sucked, he didn't have to frame it as part of some grand act of dominance or as play which was ultimately for the satisfaction of his Pet. If Raphael wanted to have her, she loved him, and all he had to do was ask. And tonight, she was going to prove her point, and rub his face in it forever!

Despite Bravura's protests, Khut remained the Pet in charge of her Master's grooming, and she was able to position herself between his knees and lean in towards a maleness entirely devoid of any hair. Save for a neat cushion which she'd left above it for the sake of some artistic flair. She kept his face cleanshaven also, but liked the hair of his head long enough to twist her fingers into. Alas, she was getting sidetracked, and returned to a thorough assessment of the maleness before her.

Erect but not entirely solid yet, Raphael sported an entire foot of Human cock, girthy and heavy, it bobbed under its own weight as it slowly stiffened, a bead of heady precum already pearling at the tip. [Tame] had enhanced his physicality to obscenity – and any larger would have looked ridiculous. While the mass felt mind-bendingly fantastic beneath her tail, she'd always lamented that the slight increase in size from the evolution of his Apex Ability had rendered it impossible for him to now hilt in her cunt.

She exhaled her want over it, and then set her small tongue to the side of it. Feeling the pulse of blood and applying a small amount of pressure as she drew herself from base to tip. Her Master always felt so warm, inspiring a different sort of heat in her than that provided by the Ring of Warmth. His intimacy was the most fulfilling thing of all, and she rewarded that with another long lick.

There was very little pleasure in this licking for him, she knew, and had no intention of frustrating her Master, this process mostly for lubrication and the building of his arousal. It was difficult to project her tongue forward, for her primary teeth dominated her mouth, but Khut had a quick mind and would not be defeated by such limitations as her incisors. Forcing her head up and down the shaft would inevitably lead to her clipping him at some point, but she could draw the head of his maleness into her mouth at least, and she didn't hesitate to do so after slickening his shaft with her saliva.

She shuffled closer, seizing his cock in both of her small hands and feeling it pulse inside her grip, her tongue flickering over the head and her cheeks cratering with a slight suction. She'd learned to guard her teeth when kissing her Master, and while this was an obscenely large maleness for a creature of her size to contend with, it was far more static to grapple than Raphael's tongue.

While other Pets would rave about the flavour of their Master's cum as if it was the sweetest nectar, Khut had always considered it to be simply 'fine'. Bitter and salty, heady and musky, it would never fail to stoke arousal in her, but she wouldn't gulp it down and beg for more like cripple-slut or tail-bitch! Still, thinking about it as proof of her good work seemed to increase the desirability of it somewhat, and the Skaven came to savour each drop of precum drawn out onto her tongue.

There was a balance to be found here, and some entertainment to be had in determining it. What was the perfect amount of pressure for her small hands to administer? The best speed? The most ideal rhythm? How should she lap her tongue – in slow circular motions or flickered against the tip? If she was going to serve her Master as thoroughly as she had proclaimed that she would, then she'd have to take her time working that out. A low hum of satisfaction from above indicated approval, and Khut gave herself to the experiment.

It was some time before Raphael finally climaxed, his orgasm following in the wake of a long flowing river of precum. There was no need for any conscious warning, for the Skaven knew his body well enough to prepare herself for what was to come, a low moan sublimated into a growl as thick ropes of vulgar seed poured into the short muzzle of the small creature. Her cheeks bulged, eyes widening slightly from the effort, and Khut endeavoured to hold the load in her mouth, her gaze cast up to him with a question. What did he want her to do?

“Open your mouth to show me. Swallow. And then…" It was easy to demand this of Alp, but somehow embarrassing to ask it of Khut, “Say 'thank you'."

The taste was overwhelming, the potency of the Beastmaster's essence in the wake of his evolution heady enough to shock her senses as if she was holding strong alcohol in her maw. But Khut intended to indulge her Master, so did precisely as he asked. She tipped back her head and swallowed a small amount to avoid immediately spilling his seed onto her chest, and then opened her mouth to show him her pink tongue dancing amidst a wash of pearlescent white. Her lips sealed, and she made sure that he could see her throat bob as she drank it down, “Thank you, Master-Husband."

Raphael grit his teeth, another bead of precum crowning his cock. It was not possible to ask this of Kara or Talion, for with such pronounced Deathclaw fangs and so mighty a Gryphon beak, it would be difficult for them to tend to him in this way. But Alp, Bravura, and Kali had all done exactly this for him, and none with the allure which his rat-wife had just demonstrated. She was smiling at him. She knew. Damn. Reasserting himself, he asked, “How does it taste?"

A slight shrug came in turn, “I don't dislike-hate it."

Knowing that he wasn't going to get much more than that, Raphael considered what came next. Enchantment Magic was quite terrifying. He knew that his body was not truly immobilised, but she had simply made him think that it was. And even knowing the trick gave him no power to move his limbs until she relieved him of the mental blocks, “Sit on my stomach and masturbate for me. I want to watch."

A nice prelude to the main event, for returning the pleasure of oral was a lot less meaningful for him when he lacked the power to grapple with her lower body and properly engage himself with her cunt. Khut was sprightly in her motion, straddling him beneath her as she mounted his stomach, her dexterous tail twisting around his cock behind her. Raphael grinned, and her annoyed expression acknowledged his victorious smile. The fur of her thighs was drenched, the arousal of sucking his cock and gulping down his seed enough to have soaked the Skaven.

With little more than a harrumph for acknowledgement, she leaned back, using her left arm for support against her Master's thigh, and with her free hand using the first and middle fingers to spread herself. The femininity of a Skaven was not dissimilar to a human, and while perhaps a little crass to refer to it in such a way, Raphael would have said that his rat-wife was particularly tidy. Her femcum slick lips were a thin pink, the wings of a perfectly proportioned clit, appropriately small for such a tight little cunt. She kept the immediate area free of fur, careful grooming to show off the bareness of her openings, but thin enough for them to vanish to naught but a flash of skin-shade when she did not spread her legs so blatantly.

Her folds parted, and a few thin strands of slick connected them for a moment before flowing downwards to join the wetness pressed against Raphael's stomach. She gathered her pleasure onto her first two fingers, and then traced them against his lips, smirking as his tongue could not resist but retrieve those meagre droplets, “This pussy belongs-owned by you, Master-Husband." She returned to her seat on his belly, “My womb is going to be pump-filled with your cum, and I'm going to carry many ratlings for us."

Khut's small claws had once been rather sharp, but she now had them filed down to nothing but blunted round peaks, no detriment to the slow twisting of her fingers into her cunt. The relief was palpable, a low moan emitted even from this meagre penetration, her hips grinding downwards onto her Master, and her tail further twisting about his cock behind her. She'd such obscene dexterity with it, but very little strength, and often complained that she would have been less sexually frustrated back in the Rot-Tail Tribe if she'd enough power in the thing to fuck herself with it.

Though, it still felt fantastically erotic coiled around Raphael's cock, and the Skaven shuffled back slightly to force his maleness to point skyward, slowly twisting her fingers insider herself as she moved. It was not the familiar pace and pleasure of masturbation, but an exhibition for her Master, a show of the female that belonged to him. And she could certainly appreciate the sight, smell, taste, sound, and feel of the powerful male beneath her as well, worthy and potent. Perhaps if she took his cock into her cunt more often rather than beneath her tail, she'd be pregnant already!

Her moans turned lascivious. Yes, she should be more insistent on taking his loads into her womb, but the feeling of fullness, the warmth of his seed in her core, the intimacy of their closeness, and the way that it forced the lips of her empty cunt to grind together – his cock just felt too good in the wrong hole. This was the fantasy which played out behind her eyes as she fingered her cunt for the pleasure of her Master's gaze, capturing her clit between blunted claws to softly squeeze and drag at pliable flesh, and then again spread her folds wide to show the mess of femcum oozing from her.

Khut's need grew, and slowly the show came to an end, overly sexualised movements replaced with the simple twitching of knuckle-deep fingers curled upwards to press against her most pleasurable point. And then, climax came, heralded by the twitching of her body and a whining moan. Skaven were not a particularly productive race when it came to fluids, but Khut had a theory of her own that the Beastmaster's Pets had undergone some evolutions themselves to accommodate his enormous cock, for it was only by that with which she could explain such a gushing orgasm.

Her Master snarled, and wetness erupted over her back. Aroused by the erotic scene playing out before him and with his cock stimulated by the undulating twist of her tail, he had found his second orgasm all on his own. Pride blossomed in her chest. This wasn't a climax reached by pounding the cunt of a servile Pet, but a proof of his desire for her. A pity that it was wasted in her fur – and it would be so difficult for her to groom that mess out from between her shoulders!

No apology was forthcoming, only another demand, the evolution of [Tame] having eliminated any refractory period at all, “Line up my cock and lower yourself. Slowly."

It was clear where, and Khut responded to his order, releasing his maleness from her tail and drawing herself back, until her cunt pressed his shaft against her Master's abdomen. She teased him, sliding back and forth to coat him with femslick, before grasping the base with her fingers and pointing him upwards, the thick head of a meaty cock pressed against her opening. It looked obscene against her, but her body would yield to him all the same.

There was no restraining a grunt of effort as he parted her, and her knees quivered on either side of him as she grappled with her own body to maintain control of it. Only the head was inside her, and already she was panting, his voice encouraging her, “Fuck, you're so tight. Whenever you twitch, I can feel you crushing me." Raphael growled, “Nice and slow, I want you to feel every inch just as fucking keenly as I do…"

She certainly could. Her cunt ached with every inch, her hands landing on his abdomen to offer some further support as she descended bit by bit, “Master-Husband, you feel so hot inside me!" It was hard to tell if it was a moan of pain or pleasure. Her tail had encircled one of his thighs and was holding on desperately, an embrace which came without conscious thought. Khut clung to her Master, and with time, to thirds of his cock had been sheathed inside her body, and here he met resistance.

Khut always made it clear by a spasm of her body whenever he knocked against the entrance to her womb, the head of his cock pressed against a ring of muscle which would not yield without considerable battery. But just the touch of his maleness was always enough to have her breath catch and body shake, the roll of her hips pressing him against it to gift his cock the pleasure of that unique internal hardness. It was never breached easily, and she looked at him again to anticipate another demand.

“All of it, Khut. Into the womb that I own. I want to feel your weight press down on my cock as I fill you out completely." He ground his teeth together, “I like that I can't hilt in your cunt anymore. I like being able to look down and watch your slick mixed with all of the cum I'm pouring into you flow down those last two inches or so knowing that I've fucked so much more than that inside you. I'll knock you up this time for sure!"

A downward motion almost had his cock finally break into her final sanctum, and she squeaked impulsively, and as a second drop of her hips had his cock dominate her cervix at last, that keen was repeated in a high pitched wail. Her abdomen was bulging in the shape of his maleness, the head of his cock behind the Lust Rune of her abdomen, an appropriate insignia for this sensual act. Khut couldn't relax, for relieving herself of the weight on her legs would lead to a painful boring of his cock inside her, so she remained, quivering, clinging to her Master with tears in the corners of her eyes.

He wanted to embrace her, to take control of her weight and movements and reward her efforts with pleasure, but to do so would be to trample on the determination of his precious rat-wife. So instead, only an order came, “Ride my cock. I want to watch you cum."

Khut freed a hand, pressing it against the bulge at her abdomen and pressing at his cock through the flesh of her body, masturbatory through the lining of her womb, and with a determined expression she rose as bidden, to have that lewd shape beneath her fur diminish, and then return as she dropped. A second penetration of her cervix was nearly as painful as the first, but her internal barrier was soon ruined entirely, and the Skaven found a rolling rhythm of pleasure.

Just as Raphael had said, he was gifted with the sight of her femcum flowing down the last inches of a cock too large to fully hilt in his breeding partner, and the sight came with a satisfaction heightened only by the slight blush of a rat-wife now fully aware of exactly what he was looking at. Her small pussy was stretched wide, the folds of her femininity a light pink against the pale spire of his manhood, her little clit pressed hard by the pressure of his maleness on every drop of her forward hunching body.

Gasps of pain still mingled with moans of pleasure, and the occasional squeak of shock if a change of angle had his cock slip against her cervix. A Skaven was not meant to be fucked so deeply, not for so long and not with such vigour. But her Master was not holding her down and using her – she took agency over her own body to bring him pleasure, worshipful in every roll of her hips, every clench of her cunt, every twitch of her cervix, every drop of her hips. She had long since surrendered as his woman. And she would have him offer to her the same as a man.

Orgasm rippled through her body, and as strength abandoned her, that pleasure was shot through with pain when his cock bore the weight of her body. But for Raphael there was only bliss, the grasping of a climaxing cunt, the warmth and slick of his rat-wife's insides, the pressure of her weight, and the sight of femcum running down his cock. He snarled out pleasure to match hers, and dulled the pain of her ruin with a flood of cum.

Hands fell to his abdomen and Khut supported herself once again, gasping with pleasure, and conscious of the mess of fluids accumulating below her as her slick mixed with Human seed, “Again." That was the demand, and with a whine of effort and desire, she began to rock her hips once more. A second pumping of potent essence into her womb was met with a demand for a third time, and it was after that load that she finally unsheathed herself from his cock to collapse onto his stomach, exhausted by the effort.

“Spread your cunt and show me." Of course he had another demand, and with a shaking hand she did as he wanted, barely needing to put any effort at all into spreading an already gaped pussy to reveal to him the oozing creampie of a thrice-seeded and well-bred femininity. He was scrutinising her cunt so closely, but there was no sense of shame or vulnerability. This cunt belonged to him, why should he not survey his handiwork after so thorough a breeding of her womb? She spread herself more widely, shifting her hips upwards to allow a better view of folds defiled by clinging pearlescence, a twitch of her walls disgorging another thick ooze of cum.

It was recovery time well spent, a slow rejuvenation of her stamina and a renewal of her arousal. She always ended her time mating with her Master-Husband exhausted, but there was a different sort of tiredness involved when most of the action was hers. She found a slight smile, appreciative of the efforts that Raphael was going through when it came to maintaining the strength, stamina, and vitality required to fuck her until she lapsed to unconsciousness. [Tame] was not solely to blame for his potency, and he was the one to temper that skill after all.

“Khut…" His voice drew her attention back from idle musings of pleasure, “Under your tail next. I know that's where you like it most. But I like it too." As with the last time, he had an explanation, “I like how it makes your belly swell. And I like how it makes the contents of a well fucked cunt leak out of you."

“You're dirty-lewd, Master-Husband… I need that cum-seed inside me to get knocked up!" She grumbled, and despite her words did not deny him, slowly drawing herself back up to a seated posture, and then shuffling back to reengage with his cock. It was always more difficult to get anal started, but believing that such a thing would be inevitable with her rapacious Master, and of course, her own desires, Khut had taken the time to oil herself well while Raphael was under her Enchantment.

She renewed that slick with a palm pooled with cum, raising herself high and using the dexterity of her tail to position his cock upwards beneath her, both hands supporting her weight against his thighs. Her slow descent down his shaft was much more consistent in pace, yet came with all of the familiar feelings of being fucked in her favourite place. A burning at her lower back which expanded into an electrifying tingle, the sensation of fullness, the pleasure of pressure against her cunt, the shuffling of her legs to grind her femininity onto nothing.

But with it also came a lewd squelch of pleasure, and the splash of cum disgorged from her cinched cunt as the fullness of her body forced a portion of the seed accumulated in her gaped womb out of her body. The feeling of her Master's cum being forced out of her in a river of thick slime was ruinous, one of her hands immediately coming to cup her cunt and spread it all the wider for his satisfaction. His expression was so perverse as he watched, and she rewarded that desire with another view of her compressed insides as he tail shifted aside to allow the final inches to fill her.

The moan of unabashed pleasure was all encompassing as Khut was hilted at last, her body so full, her cunt twitching with pleasure, he head tilted back and collared throat bared as she came fiercely in a wash of femcum and Human essence. Raphael growled, “I.. fuck – give me back my body, Khut. I need to fuck you. I need to fuck you right now."

The idea to deny him, or the cheek to demand that he say please or indulge some other coy remark did not even occur to Khut. She was lost to pleasure, and with the promise of more to come was immediate in the relieving of the mental blocks she was enforcing on his mind. Raphael sat himself upright as soon as his agency was returned, folding his arms around his rat-wife in a passionate embrace as her legs crossed behind his back and claws scrabbled his shoulders. He seized the back of her head and was rapacious in his kiss, smothering her with his need.

There was no art to it, no more points to be proven. The Skaven had driven him wild with desire, and the Beastmaster intended to have her take full responsibility for her actions! A hand found her thigh, might enough in its grip to take a portion of her weight and have Khut roll her hips against him, but he allowed no breath into their kiss. His lap was soaked with a mess of their fluids, and it shlicked lewdly against their lovemaking, but he was lost in the sensation of her body against his, her modest breasts to his chest, her tongue in his mouth, the clench of her undertail on his cock.

He would fulfil his desires precisely as she had promised, and when Raphael finally pulled away from a lust-dazed rodent, he ground his cock deep and now paid attention to a chest so often overlooked. Each breast was barely a handful, the pink nipples and surrounding areola prominent against well-groomed white fur. There was not much sensitivity to be found here, for a Skaven Breeder was built to endure the gnashing of ratling teeth, but Raphael had made it his business to inspire pleasure in this act, capturing one in his mouth, and suckling hard, his teeth testing the pliability of the flesh.

His cock throbbed within her, his arousal peaked, and her small arms cradled his head while he indulged himself. Be they as enormous as Kali or as small as Khut. Scale, fur, skin, whatever race, it didn't matter. Tits were just the best. Raphael declared this nonsense to himself as a grand proclamation of his own manhood, grappling with his Skaven while forcing his cock deep beneath her tail. He could make her squeak with the lightest bites, and moan whorishly by driving her down onto his maleness, but Khut did not abandon her hard-won initiative.

She rolled her own hips, and forced his face into her chest, leveraging her own strength against his fierce embrace, her tail squeezing at his thigh, and her internal muscles clenched to pleasure his cock. Khut earned his orgasm, not as a passive whore for him to fuck, but by actively meeting his pleasure with her own.

Raphael planted his seed deep, as futile beneath her tail as it was in any of his submissive males, the bulge of her abdomen forcing her cunt to disgorge another ounce of essence which may yet have quickened within her. Their embrace slackened into panting relief, and then another kiss, and Khut grinned, removing his Ring of Status Immunity from her finger and returning it to his with some reverence, as if bestowing him a wedding band.

“Listen-hear me, Master-Husband." She gasped into his neck, “I'm owned-yours. But I don't want to be a passive slave-pet! You're in charge-control. And I want to do things-stuff for you! I don't want you to be the one that does everything-all for me! Equal-same! Master-Husband and Rat-Wife, understand?"

She clung to him, and Raphael held her, taking a breath and finding a resolution, “I like doing things for you all. It makes me happy." She grumbled, and he continued, “But, I get it… I don't think of myself much. And it means a lot to me that you do. So… I'll indulge myself more. I promise."

And then a smirk, “So, to get us started… [Ride] my cock, Khut. I want to put enough cum under your tail to have another show when fucking your cunt has it stream out of you…" the Skaven may have proven her point well, but Raphael now had one of his own to hammer home. His beloved rat-wife may yet come to regret her invitation for him to have her indulge his pleasures!

When he was finally satisfied, he'd have quite the pair of gaping, well fucked holes to drink in the sight of…

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to User Saxton who was straight in there with a demand for Khut which got me started on this piece. User NoNoNope who gave me the idea to bring oral into this and really focus on the incisors. User VestoV for their fine compliment (Dragon Duo probably on the other side of this Short binge, but on the way). User Etnom1 for more encouragement to blast through the main story (to really highlight the situation, I'll probably do an Interlude to show the layout of the powers involved in the finale). And User AaAAaAaAaAAAaaHhHhhHhh - particularly for their insight into Bravura which has me thinking on him.

As usual, thanks for every fave, vote, watch, subscription to the folder (which is now at 55 at time of posting, huzzah!), and comment. The encouragement really keeps me going, and the comments especially are shaping the story going forward, having me think more on aspects of the characters, and giving plenty of ideas. I always credit all of the comments in this bit at the end of the entries for exactly that - I couldn't write this without you. So, thanks, really.

Gnoll has had a few requests over the series, and I wanted to tease some of the culture in the intro for if I manage to fit them into Arc Three. It's nice to include some auxhiliary characters which have been mentioned before but never fleshed out, too. There's a life outside the Monster Harem for all of these characters... except maybe Kara and Alp. Khut is a lot of fun to write, and I really wanted to delve into how of all of the Pets - she's the only one of the starter six which sees herself as Raphael's equal rather than being entirely subservient. I'm looking at putting an Interlude together if I can, but as for what's next...

Kali the Manticore, or Bravura the Felyne? Tail-Bitch vs Cripple-Slut as Khut would put it since this is the end of her Short.

If anyone has anything that they'd want to see explored with these characters, or just has a preference, please drop a comment. These two will be in the same few weeks gap as the Alp Short rather than back here with the other three. Probably.

Have a most excellent day.