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Xynon didn�t know gryphons were so strong� or that their claws were so sharp. They had given him a sword, but it was badly made and far off-balance, as if it wasn�t for fighting at all. He welcomed the blade anyway. It�s not every day a slave is just given a weapon.
Of course, they had good reason for giving him a sword. Their �honored guests,� the gryphons, were in for a rather unpleasant surprise at the feast.
His job was to protect the dragon guarding the main doors to the grand hall. Another wolf he didn�t recognize was armored similarly; studded black leather and a brown-red cloak embellished with the Geart symbolic flame. He wasn�t given a sheath for the sword, so he held it awkwardly at his side.
Xynon was watching silently as the feast progressed, mindlessly watching the various entertainments. It was fairly boring; a minstrel singing songs of glory and love in a far corner, fools juggling fruits and breathing fire at various tables, a storyteller enthusiastically telling the story of the war between the Moonstone Pack and the dragons of Geart Tribe. Of course the feathered audience was pleased; they had a talon in the dragons� victory.
Food was served, and Xynon�s stomach complained loudly. He considered sauntering up to the table to grab a bite to eat, maybe from the head feather duster himself�then he remembered the heavily armored dragons with poleaxes placed strategically throughout the room. He decided it would be better for his health to simply skip this meal.
His legs were cramping up by the time the signal was given. A fox jester was leading a white-furred female wolf onto a table near the center of the hall. There was something about the wolf that tugged at Xynon�s memory, but he had to shrug it off. It was time to move.
Various gryphons and dragons became keenly interested in the show the two canines were putting on for them, making Xynon�s job very easy. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of them himself, but he knew he would be killed if he didn�t do what he was there to do. So he kept an ear on the dragon, and an eye on the coupling canines. He was shortly very uncomfortable in the tight leather breeches he was wearing.
A sharp poke in the small of his back broke his concentration. Xynon turned his head to see who prodded him, but there were so many creatures around with sharp weapons that he couldn�t have guessed. He looked around for his dragon, and realized he lost who he was supposed to be protecting.
A paw on his weapon, he made his way towards the table the wolf and fox were using. If he couldn�t do what he was supposed to, he might as well enjoy himself. He was still walking when a gryphon tackled him from behind, a talon wrenching the sword from Xynon�s paw. He scrambled back to his feet and snarled at the female gryphon, teeth bared.
�What do you think you�re doing?� he growled. �Give me my sword, you overgrown turkey.�
The gryphon blinked at him, her fiery-colored chest shaking with quiet chuckle. �This one is on your side,� she churred softly, holding the sword out to the side, testing its weight.
Xynon straightened, narrowing his eyes at her. She was awfully short for a gryphon�he�d know, his pack used a few in his day�and she walked comfortably on two legs, not like the others. �I don�t care whose side you�re on,� he said, reaching for the sword. �Give me that or I�ll fuck you with it before I kill you.�
So quickly that Xynon could scarce see it, the gryphon moved the sword from his reach, bopping him rather roughly on the head with the flat of the blade. His ears went back in their feeble attempt in protecting his skull, and the growl rose in his throat again.
�This one will repay you,� said the gryphon, shifting her weight, �if you will show her out.�
�Oh, you�ll pay all right.�
She held onto the sword for the entirety of their escape. Xynon led her through the doors to the main hall. All the guards were busy with the gryphons, so no one noticed their exit. It seemed they were in the clear.
The gryphon sidled into an open room, Xynon close behind her. It was a grand room, floored in flawless marble, with a giant bed in the center. Amidst the satin and silk pillows and sheets sat Trick, the fool that the dragons presented to the leader of the gryphons. The rakish grin spreading over Xynon�s muzzle was brought to a halt when he noticed that on the cool stone floor at the foot of the bed lied the lord feather duster, seemingly unconscious.
�Are you fuckin� crazy?� he threw at the female gryphon, ears pinned back as he watched her perch on the bed near the jester. The cat was smiling at him idiotically. Then he realized that all she was wearing was her hat.
He didn�t have to think; the following moves were engraved into his mind, a set reflex that his body simply followed without question. Xynon walked to the bed, crawling over it towards the feline. He could already feel his sheath filling out. The two gryphons in the room had been forgotten; it was only he and Trick. She reached out a paw and touched the side of his face.
Waves of passion flooded his body, so powerful that they were painful. It felt like a thousand orgasms rolled into one. First, his breath ran short, then his muscles gave out, and finally his vision faded. The last thing he saw was Trick, waving with a foolish smile on her muzzle.
Xynon opened his eyes. His mind was so fuzzy that at first he thought he was dreaming, but the dull ache in his muscles proved otherwise. He was lying in a feather bed, not unlike the one in the room with Trick. From what he could tell, he was alone. He sat up in bed and instantly regretted doing so. Xynon�s head throbbed with pain and his arms complained from the light weight put on them.
�Th�ell happened?� he whispered to himself, rubbing his headfur.
As if in reply, the door to the room opened. A dragon whose scales burned red stepped in, followed by Trick. The dragon was wearing a white loincloth of leather, tied around his waist by a belt of white fur. Around his neck hung an ornate necklace of feathers and stones, all white. He smiled as he entered the room. His teeth were white, too.
�We were wondering when you�d wake up,� commented the dragon, coming to stand at the side of the bed. Xynon held a defiant silence, glaring at the feline.
She waved, smiling.
The dragon noticed. �It seems our fool has quite taken to you.�
�What the hell is going on?� Xynon growled, squinting up at the dragon.
He shook his head, smiling toothily. �Of course; where are my manners?� The dragon offered a scaly talon. �I am Phenix, high shaman of Geart Tribe.�
The wolf scowled at the talon. �I didn�t ask your name,� he snarled weakly. It felt like he was about to pass out again.
�Right,� Phenix said, drawing back uncertainly. �Well, from where I stand, it seems to me that you�re Trick�s payment for her doing such a good job with Silverhunt.�
Xynon looked to the calico, a brow quirked. �Payment?� he asked incredulously.
�Yes, well�� The red dragon placed a paw on Trick�s back, pushing her forward. Every bell on her outfit seemed to jingle as she moved, the sound stopping suddenly with her halt. �Trick�s not an ordinary anthro, you see. She has a special ability��
�I know,� muttered Xynon.
�Of course,� Phenix dismissed with a wave of his talon and a short plume of blindingly white flame. �You would already know what raptures her touch may bring.� Xynon muttered a comment, intelligible to the others. �As high shaman, it is my job to discover cures and aids and such, using the pure elements from the earth.�
�Would you get on with it already?� Xynon growled, narrowing his fiery eyes at the dragon.
Phenix, however, was unperturbed. He glared at the wolf. �I can have you placed in the closet for what you did with that female phoenix. This is an alternative. If you continue to interrupt, I will gladly send you off to Glyph.�
He tensed at the mention of the closet, straightening his back against the sandstone walls. He made no affirmation, only his ears pivoted forward. Even his gaze was on the blankets covering his legs.
�I have created a potion that will allow Trick to use you,� he said. �Its effects last about one day, and once she�s finished with you, you�ll be sent back to your mistress.� There was a shuffling, and the dragon held out one talon. In his palm lied a small white leather pouch. �This is the potion. Drink it�all of it�directly before you lay a paw on her, or she touches you. Otherwise� well, you know the consequences.�
Xynon took the pouch and put it on the stone table nearby, glancing up to the dragon again. �I�m to do this now?� he asked, contempt threatening to spill through his tensed muzzle. Phenix nodded. With a sly smile to the jester, the red dragon left the room, closing and�there was a soft click, just on the edge of hearing�locking the door.
The fool walked closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her mismatched eyes watched Xynon as he watched her. The silence was as thick as fog.
Trick removed her hat, running a paw through her headfur. She looked back to him, smiling shyly, her feline ears pinned back. The hat was tossed, jingling, to the floor. Xynon was watching her movements, knowing that he couldn�t touch her to ravage her, even if he wanted to. It was an odd place, here, where sex was a job instead of a pastime. If it didn�t feel so damn good, he�s get bored of it.
The calico was standing now, at the foot of the bed. She lifted the loose motley shirt over her head, small, furred breasts bouncing slightly as she dropped it to the floor. Every bell on her body was tinkling softly. Xynon�s paws closed reflexively, and he imagined what her mottled fur and flesh would feel like against his pads, what noise she�d make when he pinched or bit those nipples.
Her paws went to the lacing in the front of the black and white trousers, painstakingly untying them, blue and yellow eyes forever watching the wolf. She slipped a paw into the loosened pants, between cloth and fur, her form rising slightly as her legs spread a little wider to allow room. Xynon slipped his own paw under the blanket, working at his softly furred sheath. He was glad that the spikes were gone.
Trick pulled her paw out again, the tips of her pawdigits slick with her own juices. She turned on the bed, balancing on the cushy surface with a feline sense, her paws grabbing the cloth of her pants at her hips. A spotted tail swished too closely to Xynon�s face, the fur lightly brushing his nose. Just that simple a graze, and Xynon found that he didn�t need to rub his sheath to urge the organ out; it had stiffened on its own accord, the tip already wet to the touch. He groaned softly, his other paw reaching for the leather pouch on the table.
By the time the thick, pasty fluid snaked down Xynon�s throat, Trick had already pulled her trousers down, lifting one footpaw at a time to kick them dramatically away. She turned and smiled down at the wolf, lowering herself slowly. Xynon had tossed the sheets aside, and was leaning back on an elbow, the free paw working slowly up and down his shaft. �Why don�t you come on over here and give us a kiss, pussycat?� he growled softly. The calico smiled and crawled closer, carefully placing her paws so that there was no contact. �I took the potion,� Xynon said lazily. �Now if you don�t get your furry little ass over here, I�m likely to find it myself.�
Trick shuffled around on the bed for a while, making herself comfortable. Slowly, almost excruciatingly slowly, she lowered herself, her breasts pressing against Xynon�s thigh, her hot breath dashing over his throbbing cock. Her touch prickled desire deep within him, and the wolf knew that if he didn�t get started now, he might not make his mark. Xynon angled it himself, the sticky tip nudging her nose at first. An electric wash of pleasure flew through his body, and he worried that the potion wasn�t working. It was too late, however; Trick took the offering, jaws opening wide, rough feline tongue welcoming his organ into the warm wetness of her mouth. The pleasure came in waves, as if with every gentle, shy suck the calico made, Xynon was climaxing. His paws dug into the cloth-covered featherbed, eyes closed tightly as he breathed short, measured breaths. She pulled away, but his cock throbbed wantonly. His tongue lolled from the side of his cracked muzzle, eyes opening to sleepily watch the feline�s movements.
She was crawling over him, and her breasts hugged his organ a moment, sending more waves through his body. Trick locked her muzzle with his, Xynon kissing back hungrily, his paws grabbing her rear and pulling her closer to him. Her sex was slick and hot against his own, and though he wasn�t inside her yet, it all felt just as good as fucking.
Her paw slipped between them, her touch driving him wild. He almost threw her over to take control, but he felt the slit pressed against the head of his cock as she rubbed it up and down, soaking it, before slipping just the head inside. Xynon couldn�t take how slowly Trick was proceeding, and he held her hips tightly, plunging himself within her. He felt every ridge inside of the feline sliding, parting for his shaft. No, this felt better than fucking. Trick regained control now, holding herself up on her elbows as she rode him slowly, feeling his length, enjoying herself. Xynon simply lied back, the sensation so amazing that he was afraid that if he did something wrong, it would stop.
It happened anyway. Trick had leaned up, taking him inside her completely now, a very quiet purr rumbling in her throat as she moved up and down, eyes closed. One paw rested on Xynon�s chest, the other was rubbing one of her breasts gently with her motions. The wolf felt his climax rising with amazing power, his cock tightening within her, when all the feeling started to ebb away. He opened his eyes to make sure Trick was still there after a while. It began to feel like she wasn�t riding him at all�in fact, he couldn�t feel any part of his body. There was only pressure where Trick was leaning on him, and all around his organ, and at his legs and hips where Trick was still working. Xynon growled, feeling his orgasm slip from his grasp, and he rolled over, forcing the calico onto her back. He thrust roughly into her, paws holding the top of the mattress to steady himself. The feline didn�t seem to mind�in fact, her eyes were closed and her hips were rising to meet his. Shortly, the constant jingling of her bells and the wet sounds of their copulation only angered Xynon further, and he pulled out of her, pushing away to sit on the edge of the bed.
Trick leaned up, nuzzling his side and slipping a paw around to toy idly with his organ. He snarled loudly, snapping his head around to glare at the feline. She shrugged and withdrew her paw. Xynon tried his own. Still, no feeling.
He rose, walking angrily towards the door. Trick watched him curiously, leaning up on her elbows. Xynon banged on the door heavily, yelling. �Phenix! Get back here!� After a long while, he stopped banging, turning and leaning on the wall next to the door. Trick was looking at him with a smile, her tail twitching slightly from beneath her. The wolf crossed his arms, glaring. He wondered why his cock hadn�t calmed down yet.
Then the door opened. The red dragon stepped through, nodding in greeting to the waving calico, then looking to Xynon. He grabbed the fist flying towards him, squeezing the wolf�s wrist painfully. Xynon only growled at him.
�You can�t leave until Trick�s finished with you,� snapped Phenix, propelling the wolf back towards the bed. �And I�ll be able to tell when you�ve finished. The potion won�t let you come until you�ve gotten Trick off.� So that was it. The dragon left the room, locking the door again.
Xynon looked back towards the mute feline, who smiled and waved shyly. �Fuck you,� Xynon sneered, crawling over her. His organ slid between her legs, and the sensation was back; somehow, the feeling returned. He wasn�t so close to coming, though. He put a paw between them, rudely shoving her legs apart, then thrusting inside of her roughly. She was still deliciously warm and wet, and since the feeling had returned to him, he had to concentrate. Xynon shuddered. He began to take her, his motions jerky and slow at first as he got used to the amplified pleasure. Her purring vibrated against his muzzle, pressing closely against her neck as he repeatedly plunged himself completely inside of her. Trick worked against his motions, lifting her hips and pushing herself down on the bed to take him. He felt his climax rising, and with it, the feeling fading.
�Damn it,� he cursed, slipping a paw between their bodies. He leaned up on his knees, bringing her hips with him. With one paw he held her in place as he continued to thrust violently, the other paw working rhythmically at her clitoris. When all his feeling faded again, he growled loudly and flicked his pawdigit over the sensitive kernel rapidly, leaning forward a bit and continuing to thrust into her. �Come, damn it,� Xynon panted. Trick�s jaw was clamped, her ears flattened and eyes shut tight. He knew it would happen soon. He slowed his thrusts, making sure to go deep within her. His legs were getting tired. Xynon kept his pawdigit on the kernel, now pressing lightly as well as moving it far quicker than he was thrusting. The feeling came back slowly at first; there was only more pressure. Trick�s back arched and her claws dug into the cloth sheets, muzzle open in a silent cry or gasp. And Xynon felt, with amazing lucidity, her muscles milking him hungrily. His climax had almost slipped away. He fell to his paws, thrusting vigorously into her while she came. Trick�s paws were at his back, clawing. He didn�t care. All that mattered was that he was going to come, and it was going to feel better than anything he�d ever done before.
A howl ripped loose moments before it happened. He held her hips tightly against his, his cock exploding within her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down. Xynon felt like he was drowning in it, the sensation. He rocked their hips forward a few times, his seed shooting inside of her powerfully. When it was finally over, the wolf collapsed on top of Trick, panting heavily.
Xynon opened his eyes. His muscles were numb and he felt well-rested. His eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he saw his mistress kneeling next to him on the bed.
That�s when he realized where he was�in his mistress�s own bedchamber, chained to the headboard and footboard of her bed. He gave the chains a test tug. They were secure. He raised his head, blinking to his mistress.
�Finally decided to use your little pet?� Xynon asked dryly. The dragoness blinked, sapphire orbs disappearing beneath fine bronze scales, the color fading into blues and violets dancing vibrantly in the flame�s light.
�I�m going to talk to you, wolf,� she said, her voice bordering on contempt. �It was never my choice to take you in�my father bid me have you to strengthen my will. Well, since you are mine, I can have done to you what I wish.� Xynon winced�the closet had entered his mind. She didn�t seem to notice. �Well, to tell the truth, I don�t like you. I don�t want to look at you, and I don�t want to have anything to do with you. So I�m sending you away.�
�Away?� Xynon asked, ears and curiosity perked.
His mistress nodded. �The dragons are taking the firegryph north to make a trade with the creatures in the city there; they�ll need slaves to carry things and entertain them along the way. I told my father that I thought it would be a fair lesson for you to travel with them.�
The wolf sneered. �Lesson? I already know far more than you overfed lizards will ever know.�
She slapped him�hard. He growled softly, but held his tongue.
�You will follow their orders, wolf, or I�ll give you to Glyph indefinitely to use as his test subject. I know for fact that he�d like to know how long a wolf can go without coming before he loses his mind.�
Xynon�s ears flattened before he could stop them. �I�m not afraid of that twisted lizard,� he said confidently. He only wished he felt as sure as he sounded. He really didn�t like the blue-green dragon in charge of the closet, and fear only pleased him when it wasn�t his own.
�You leave in a moon�s turn,� his mistress said, standing. �I don�t expect you back. I never wanted you, and I know you don�t want to serve me.�
He grinned. �I don�t necessarily mind being under you.�
All her muscles tensed, and she glared at him. �I�ll see to it you�re used for hard labor,� she snapped, then walked out of the room, leaving him tied to the bed. Xynon�s mind gnawed on the new information given to him.
So he was going up north. He wondered what female slaves would be traveling with them, and what dragons. He hoped Glyph would be staying behind. Why would he have to go, anyway? This was a messenger�s job.
Xynon dosed on and off for hours; it was difficult to tell the difference of night and day in the windowless room. The sound of the door opening brought him around, and he struggled to see who walked in. The dragon moved around the bed, an ivory-toothed grin stretched across his muzzle.
�You and I seem to keep meeting,� Glyph hissed, slicing the leather bindings holding Xynon down with a sharpened claw. �We�re going to be great friends, you and I.�
Something in his voice made Xynon doubt that.
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