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", "writing": "[b][u][center]Minerva’s Lessons\n\nChapter 9: \n\nFor BigChris369\n\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe inns of the Outer Ring of the capital should have been very welcoming to strangers. In this case, they were not, and Jak knew that it was entirely his fault that they’d been kicked out of every inn that they’d tried. However, knowing that it was his fault and doing something about it were two very different things, and he very nearly broke the door down after they were thrown out of the [i]Vixen’s Embrace.[/i]\n\n“You think you can just kick us out?!”\n\nJak punched the door hard enough to leave a dent in the thick oak, and he would have punched right through it if it wasn’t for the little gryphon pushing against his stomach. He growled deep in his throat, his lips pulled back and showing his fangs, huffing so hard that he could almost see his breath. \n\nThat was the warning that pushed him back, that made him pull his hand back to his side. The dragon’s blood was running hot again, and if it got much hotter, he didn’t know what else might happen. Too much of that was still unknown, and if he happened to start breathing fire, he’d make even more of a scene than he already had. Gritting his teeth so hard that he was half-sure that a fang was going to snap, he stepped away from the door. \n\nMinerva walked at his side, the little gryphon pulling her robe a little tighter around her middle. It was just barely enough to keep the stink of sex off of her, the smell of the guards having rutted her barely a few hours ago still present. Only the stink of the city and the way that she tried to hold her robe closed kept him from being driven mad by the smell of someone else on his property, on his – \n\n[i]Nnngh. Stop it. Stop it![/i]\n\nJak slapped the back of his head as the dragon’s blood threatened to sneak into his thoughts again, pushing that part of himself back down. She was [i]not[/i] his property, not like the women back in the other village had been, not like anyone that he had fucked before. The blood hadn’t claimed her yet, and as far as he was concerned, it wasn’t going to. \n\nStill, it was a fight to keep that from overcoming him, and it was a fight that he was having a harder and harder time winning. \n\n“We’re not having much luck, are we?” Minerva asked. \n\n“…No.”\n\n“It…might be a bit better if you let me talk.”\n\n“We’re not doing that.”\n\n“We did it to get into the city.”\n\n“Yes, and that’s the last time that we’re doing that.”\n\nThe blue-scaled lizard shook his head, adjusting his loincloth slightly before looking around. There had to be an inn somewhere around here that would take them in. Everywhere else was willing to open their doors for gold, but here in Molith, coin didn’t have the voice that it used to. Were there that many merchants that were coming through, or nobles, that the innkeepers could afford to be this picky? He was starting to wonder. \n\nAny other village, even any other small city, he would have gotten them a room by now. Two gold would have bought them one of the better ones, perhaps even the best, and he’d have gotten the chance to sleep and rest and collect his thoughts. Maybe he would have been past the worst of this gods-damned need that had seized him to fuck the girl at his side, too, particularly after she’d had the chance to bathe. \n\nNot here. Not in Molith. Here, every innkeeper had laughed at his offer, turned him down, pushed him away. Two gold had been sufficient to get the offer of the stables. When he tried to threaten them, they laughed again. \n\nThe only reason no blood had been shed as of yet was because Minerva was there, and the little gryphon was keeping him from losing it completely. She had put her hands on him again and again, holding him back, reminding him with looks and touches that they couldn’t afford to be spotted, to be remembered. They were already noticeable enough, what with him in a loincloth and her being barefoot and robed. If they hurt someone, if they left too much damage behind, then the guards would be on them. \n\n[i]And Garvis will get a warning that he doesn’t deserve.[/i]\n\nThe thought of giving that fox prick a fair warning made him sick to his stomach. After all, there had been no warning for him and his people. His village had been eliminated without a trace, and he was the only survivor. Garvis had been one of the main financiers and pushers of the operation, and if he hadn’t had the king’s ear before, he certainly had it now. The damn fox would be pushing for more, he was sure, and he’d probably get it. \n\n[i]Not if I get him first…[/i]\n\nHe ran his hand along his belt, touching the twin blades that hung from it. They hungered for blood almost as badly as he did, and he wished for little more than to take this to the inner rings of the city, to leap from wall to wall and find that fox. Whether Garvis was in his own manor in the inner ring or in the spire in the center of the city, he would track that noble down and – \n\nMinerva grabbed his arm, and he looked down. She tugged him towards the side of the road, and he went along with it, looking over his shoulder. \n\nA carriage was coming their way, and he narrowed his eyes as he peered inside. The occupant was a raccoon male, a species that was at least honest about their thieving nature. He growled under his breath as the lush red carriage approached, dragged along not by feral horses, but by indentured two-legged ones. They were scarcely dressed, looking more like some collection of slaves than proper servants. \n\nThe carriage was about to go by when the man inside called out for the driver – a mouse – to halt the carriage. As the mouse pulled rein, drawing the horses to a stop, the raccoon leaned out the window of the carriage and looked down on them. A gold-rimmed monocle looked over them, and the man himself chuckled. \n\n“Well, well, what have we here? A savage and his servant?” the raccoon asked. \n\nHe growled, but not at the insult. It wasn’t much of one, really, considering that it wasn’t entirely wrong. No, it was the way that the raccoon looked down at Minerva, and the obvious spark of lust in his eyes. \n\n“My, my, you two must be new to the city. What’s the matter? Nobody opening their doors to your savage kind?” the raccoon asked. \n\n“We’ll find a place,” Jak muttered. \n\n“Sure, in an alley somewhere, perhaps. But maybe that’s not what you want. After all, it’s been days of roughing it for you, I imagine. Perhaps I can offer you something, if you can offer me something in return.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Come now, you savages are slow, but you must know what I’m talking about. You might not have the minds for higher learning, but you certainly have more interesting…sexual habits. Come a little closer, hmm? Particularly her…”\n\nSo, that was what it was. Another cub-lover that wanted to bury his dick in a little girl, but couldn’t do it in a more civilized part of the world. Jak growled. It had been difficult enough to allow Minerva to be ‘taught’ with Florence, knowing what it was doing to her. The thought of allowing his – not his property, no, he wouldn’t allow the dragon blood that control and frustration – his companion to be used like that bothered him, and more than he could quite justify, considering that he had been balls-deep in her several times himself. \n\nIn fact, he rather wished that he could do that right now, just to get one over on all the ‘civilized’ people of the city. There was so much smugness and dirt and more in this place, all over Molith, and it felt wrong. So wrong. \n\nYet, Minerva did what she was told without him saying anything. She stepped forward, her robe sliding open ever so slightly. Her flat chest popped into view, and the raccoon licked his lips. \n\n“What a delicious-looking girl. Do you know much about the mating arts, little one?” the raccoon asked. \n\n“I know some,” she said. \n\n“Mmm, how much?”\n\n“You put the thingie in the slit, and hump.”\n\n“Oh, barely educated, so lovely. I can see why you keep her, savage.”\n\nEven through the blinding rage that was rising, he knew that this was a partial act, at the very least. Minerva was doing what the raccoon wanted, being the sort of person that he wanted to see. This wasn’t her, and that made things just a little bit better. Not completely, but a little bit better. \n\nHe still didn’t want to do this, but he could see what the gryphon was trying. They needed someplace to stay, and this raccoon would give them that if he could have his fun. Jak didn’t like it, but he could acknowledge reality. \n\n“Come in,” the raccoon said, and they did. Unwillingly, in his case, but they did. \n\n#\n\nThe raccoon’s carriage brough them to the middle ring, two walls away from the spire, but one more wall away from the outside of the city. The streets were cleaner here, and it seemed to be the home of merchants and the lower-middle class. As soon as they turned off the road that would have taken them to the next wall and gate, Jak had his confirmation that they had attracted the attention of one of the more minor nobles, rather than one of the more powerful ones. That wasn’t so useful, but at least it meant that that they were one step closer to their goals. \n\nHis goals. Not hers. Not theirs. His goals. She was along for the ride, helping him, but they weren’t her goals. They never had been, and they likely never would be. \n\nHe glanced at Minerva out of the corner of his eye. She was doing the slut thing, the whore thing, casually spreading her legs without being aware of it – or at least, pretending not to be aware of it. He had been around Florence long enough to know what it was like when a proper whore was pulling a trick. This was no different. She sat with her legs spread as a child would do, showing off her tiny little sex, and he could tell that the raccoon nobleman was completely consumed with thoughts of what he would do to her. \n\n[i]If you knew…how close I am…to ripping your throat out…[/i]\n\nThe only thing that was holding that back was the knowledge that they would be caught the instant that he did it. The driver would hear the scream, because Jak could not bring himself to make it quick. Nor could he bring himself to do it quietly. He needed to rip this raccoon’s heart out, to make him learn – \n\nNo. He would wait. He would wait. He. Would. Wait. \n\nEven as the dragon’s blood thrummed through his veins, even as the occasional tremor of it escaped him, he forced himself to look out the window. He studied the middle ring, seeing what was available. \n\nThe buildings were tall, all of them. The most minor of houses had at least two stories, and some of the great manors and the better shops went up to four. He saw an inn that went to five, and a great estate that went to six. They were richly appointed, made of stone and adorned with gargoyles at the top. Some even looked like they might have been real. \n\nBut that was nothing compared to the wall that was further in the city. He could see the way that the next wall rose up, standing another twenty feet taller than the nearest building to it. One might have been able to stretch a rope up to it, but it would be a difficult endeavor, and he doubted that one could scale it from the middle ring. \n\nThe only way through would be through the gate, and that, he was sure, would only happen through invitation to the next ring. \n\n[i]Ugh…I hate this place…I hate it so much…[/i]\n\nThey eventually were brought to the raccoon’s home. The manor was of moderate size, stretching three stories high. The stone wall that surrounded the small estate was sufficiently high that the average man would have difficulty climbing it, though he knew that he could have been over it in three seconds. The gates of wood that held back anyone that wasn’t invited could have been broken down, too, but they would hold against the average man for a short time. \n\nAs the carriage door opened, the raccoon got to his feet. The mouse lowered the steps from the side of the carriage, and the raccoon stepped out, his puffy pants and loose jacket fluttering as he moved, his striped tail flicking with eagerness. \n\n“Oh, I can’t wait to try this.”\n\n“First time?” Jak managed to growl.\n\n“Oh, yes. I’ve been dreaming of it, though. I hear that you savages breed your girls before they even reach breeding age. I can only imagine how tight that must feel.”\n\n“Wife?” Jak asked. \n\n“Hmm? Oh, you mean for me. I have one, but she and I have an understanding. She is only here until she bears me a child. Rotten luck with that so far, but what are you going to do?”\n\n“Hmmph.”\n\n“Oh, yes. You need a room. Johan.” The raccoon turned to the mouse. “Show our guest to one of the rooms. A decent one, in the east wing.”\n\n“Yes, sir,” the mouse said. \n\n“And you, little girl. Do you have a name?” the raccoon asked. \n\n“Minerva.”\n\n“Well, Minerva, let me take you to [i]my[/i] chambers.”\n\nThe raccoon guided her out of the carriage, pulling her by the hand down the steps. Jak could only watch as she was led through the front door, right into the house. He growled all the while, barely hiding his complete outrage, and his hands once more dropped down to the hilts of his swords for a second or two. \n\nJohan shook his head. The mouse offered his hand, but the lizard ignored it. \n\n“I apologize for my lord. He is hardly the most sensitive of men.”\n\n“He is…” Jak shook his head. He wasn’t sure that there was a word for the raccoon. “Where are you taking me?”\n\n“The east wing, sir. Lord and Lady Vadoir keep their quarters on the west side, while all the guests stay to the east.”\n\n“Hmmph.”\n\n“If you will follow me?”\n\nThe lizard did as he was asked, following the mouse into the manor. This was not what he wanted, but it was necessary…and as he thought about the possibilities, his clenched jaws slowly relaxed. There might be a way to take something for himself from this after all. \n\n#\n\nMinerva followed behind the raccoon. He had introduced himself as Lord Earnest Vadoir, but told her to call him ‘lord’ or ‘sir.’ He kept looking down at her, and she knew from her experience at the brothel that he was only barely holding back from using her. \n\nShe knew cub-lovers. She knew what they wanted, how they looked at her. There was no difference in how the raccoon looked at her than anyone at the brothel had. They wanted something taboo, something that they weren’t supposed to have or enjoy. She was supposed to be that, and this was no different. \n\nStill, there was a part of her that was surprised that she had managed to leave shame so far behind. Going from a student barely getting by on promised intimacy that she would never follow through on to being a full-time whore and sorceress, Minerva’s life had been turned upside-down so fast that she was surprised that she was still able to function. She had never imagined putting herself out there, using her body as a tool this way, but there was no shame in it anymore. There was only the use that it was being put to, and the fact that it would get them what they wanted. \n\nIf it wouldn’t, she never would have done this, but Earnest was already making it clear that he had plans for keeping her around. The more that she could wrap him around her finger, the more useful he might be. Florence had taught her that, and there were spells, magics, that she had only recently realized had been part of their lessons at the brothel that she could use. A little charm, a little pleasure, and they would have a most useful tool. \n\nThey reached the raccoon’s bedroom, and he gestured inwards. She saw the big bed waiting for her, big enough for six men and women to occupy at once, and knew what was expected. \n\n“Come on, my dear. Let me see what you’re hiding under that robe. Let me see it properly.”\n\n[i]Here we go…[/i]\n\nThe young gryphon reached down, pulling at the edge of her robe. She’d learned how to wipe away creampies in the past without others seeing, and that was what she did as she dragged it away from her. The cloth rubbed between her thighs, scraping away what was left from the guardhouse, leaving her clean for further use. Dropping it on the floor, she slowly turned for the lord to see. \n\nThe soft hiss that followed told her that he liked it, alright. She turned slowly, feeling his stare running down her back, down to her little bottom, and wondered if he would be fucking that hole rather than her pussy. She knew that there were men that liked that, that preferred to take it as deviantly as possible. \n\nEarnest seemed the sort to earnestly embrace his perversions, and she imagined that he would take as many holes as he could. As she turned all the way around, he smirked, his face a picture of utter perversion and lack of shame as he looked down at her slit, at the way that her little mound was presented between her thighs. She spread her legs ever so slightly, shifting from one to the other, imitating an innocence that she no longer had. \n\n“Do you like me?” she asked. \n\n“You are gorgeous, darling.”\n\n“Do you want to touch me?”\n\n“Just like that savage does. Get on the bed, and point your ass towards me.”\n\nWell, at least there would be no clumsy attempts at oral. Her beak wasn’t good for that, and she didn’t quite have the experience with her throat that she had with her other holes. And this way, she would have her hands and mouth free, all the easier for casting spells that the other didn’t expect. \n\nAs soon as she got up on the bed, her legs half-spread to allow him to see her holes, she heard the raspy sound of a belt being pulled along. She looked over her shoulder, watched as he fished his shaft free of his pants. It wasn’t particularly large, nor was it pathetically small. It was about average, though looking a bit oily. \n\n[i]Obviously, he doesn’t do much with his wife…[/i]\n\nStill, she fanned her tail feathers, giving him a better look at her ass and her pussy. It didn’t take much to get herself wet. A small spell, a little clench on the inside to make sure that she was ‘in the mood’ after the long walk, and she at least looked like she was willing. That she was a slut. That she was a good little kiddie-whore. \n\nEarnest growled under his breath, fondling himself as he walked up behind her. He slapped his cock against her ass, sliding it between the cheeks, rubbing himself up against her pucker, then her pussy. \n\n“Mmm, that savage use you a lot?”\n\n“He does,” she lied. \n\n“He doesn’t know what he’s got.”\n\n“He protects me.”\n\n“I could protect you better. Use you just as much, but I bet you that I’ll feel better.”\n\n“Show me?”\n\n“Mmm, you want me to prove it? I can do that.”\n\nShe felt his cock rubbing down between her thighs, his attention obviously caught by her wet pussy. That was preferable; anal wasn’t bad, but it meant that she needed to take more time to open herself up, to get ready for the first penetration, and she didn’t have time to start pulling that together. She needed to be ready for penetration – \n\n“Ah!”\n\nNow, apparently. He didn’t so much slide in as he punched it in, and if she hadn’t been trained in the brothel, she would have been injured by the sudden thrust. As it was, she was still catching her breath a bit, feeling the short shaft slowly sliding in and out, in and out, the raccoon pushing her down to the base of his cock. \n\n“Feel that? Feel how much better a civilized cock feels inside you?”\n\n[i]That’s the game, hmm? I can play that.[/i]\n\nAnd as she started to moan for him, playing up how much better his ‘civilized’ cock was, she started to gather some of her energy in the palm of her hand. By the time this was done, she was going to have this raccoon doing whatever she wanted, and they would have what they needed. \n\nMost of all, she would be able to take a break from whoring herself out for a little bit. \n\n#\n\nJak pulled the last bit of slack tight on the rope-work that he’d left Johan in, stuffing the mouse in the closet and leaving him out of sight, out of earshot, and out of mind. With that done, he could do what he liked, and what he liked happened to be the Lady of the house. \n\n[i]If that Earnest is going to take what is mine, then I’ll take what is his.[/i]\n\nThat was probably the dragon blood, particularly as it insisted on talking about Minerva as if she was his, but he was past caring at this point. He wanted to teach the raccoon a lesson, and this was the time for it. He walked out of his room, following the wood-paneled hallways and the long red carpets through the manor. \n\n[i]The west wing, he said,[/i] Jak thought. [i]She’ll probably be reclining on some couch, waiting for her husband, looking fine and pretty.[/i]\n\nHe was half-right. She was looking fine and pretty, but she was in the library in the west wing. The raccoon woman was dressed in fine green silks, deep and dark rather than the bright greens that he had seen in the poorer villages, and her nose was so deep in a book that she didn’t even see him as he walked through the door. \n\nHe, however, saw everything. ‘Ripe’ was the word that came to mind looking at her, and he grinned as he looked over her large breasts, at the tell-tale signs of padding that were right at the front. Was she leaking, he wondered? Was she right on the cusp of being pregnant, foiled only by the fact that her husband was more interested in fucking little girls than fucking her? Her wide hips told him that she was definitely the sort that would do well as a breeder, and the urge to take her, to rob the raccoon lord of his ‘property’ for what he was doing, was too much to resist any longer. \n\nJak approached her from behind, pulling his loincloth up and out of the way. There was something else pushing him forward now, something that no longer just burned in his veins, but pulsed in the air. His cocks rose up, throbbing as they emerged from his sheath, and his sac followed out afterward. \n\nBy the time that he reached the raccoon woman, she was panting softly, reacting to the pheromones and whatever else filled the air. When he dropped his cocks over her shoulder, she only went wide-eyed. No panic, no gasp of shock, just sudden surprise and definite arousal as he smelled her need in the air. \n\n“Get on your knees, bitch.”\n\nThere was no resistance. The dragon power had already seized her, and her need had been awakened. He followed her down, pulling her skirt up, her panties off, and then he was inside of her. \n\n#\n\nMinerva was taking the raccoon’s cock with ease. He wasn’t quite two-thirds the size of her regular clients, and well-short of what Jak had to offer. That said, he was quite distracted by his own prowess, and barely had any interest in their little roleplay once it got going. She was able to lay back and let him go at her, only occasionally muttering something about his size, or occasionally about his non-existent prowess. \n\nShe’d been flipped onto her back at some point, and now, her legs were spread wide around his hips. His cock plunged in and out of her, no longer quite as greasy, but covered by her juices that she had to focus to keep flowing. Every time that she thought about what she was doing, it started to dry up, and then she had to force herself to think about something else, or use another of Florence’s teachings to get herself wet again. She didn’t want him to realize just how incompetent he was, not until she was done with him. \n\nWhile he humped away, his balls brushing against her rump, she wiggled her fingers just out of sight. A little magic was slowly building up, running its threads between her fingers like eager snakes. It was a simple thing, a charm spell that would bind the raccoon to her, but she needed to time it right. One little mistake, and she would get caught out, and he might understand what she was doing. She needed him stupid, distracted, focused on something too good for him to look away. \n\nSo, she clenched down on him. She gasped, arching her back, pretending that she was having an orgasm. It stoked his ego, as she knew it would. \n\n“Mmmm, that’s it. I knew that you would prefer someone like me. A little thing like you should be pampered between uses, not put to such hard travels. Maybe I should keep you, get rid of him…”\n\n[i]Oh, if you tried, you would be dead before you knew it.[/i]\n\nOf all the things that she knew about Jak, that was the one that she was most sure of. Anyone that tried to fight him one on one would be doomed to death, and that was going to be no different for Earnest than it had been for the various bandits that he had fought when they first met. She shook her head, moaning for him, even as the spell collected in a tighter and tighter spiral in between her fingers. \n\n[i]A little more…just a little more…[/i]\n\nShe wasn’t getting any closer to orgasm herself. The raccoon was nearly incompetent, barely able to do more than hump against her. She could have made it better, done something to tighten up or change her position, or even taken charge to make it so that it was better for her, but that wasn’t the point here. The point was to keep him from noticing what she was doing, pull him in, and – \n\nHe picked up speed, hammering at her. The squelches of him burying his cock in her pussy got louder, but that was the only change for her. In, out, in, out, always getting that little bit more potent, that little bit stronger. She groaned under her breath, allowing her beak to hang open. \n\n[i]A little…more…[/i]\n\nEarnest slammed in, his balls pulling up. She felt the spurts of his seed shooting into her, and just as he relaxed, she lifted her hand, shoving it against his neck. \n\nThe spell came free, the tendrils of magic wrapping around his throat like a collar. They squeezed, leaving him gasping and spurting more inside of her, flooding her inner walls, soaking her from the inside out. He gasped for breath, gritting his teeth, his eyes going wide. \n\n“What…what…”\n\n“Love me,” she whispered, holding her hand to his neck. “Love me…serve me…”\n\nIt was important for the charm spell to be directed right from the start. If the person being affected by it got the chance to think it through, they could direct it. She needed him to be focused on her, wanting her, needing her, willing to do what she said. Anything that she said. She clenched down on him again, and the slight focus that had been returning to the raccoon’s eyes faded, replaced by hyper-sensitive pleasure. \n\n“Love me…serve me…”\n\n#\n\nJak growled as he held the drooling raccoon woman over the desk, one hand pressed against the base of her spine while the other pulled him in and out of her. \n\n“Take me…take me, please…harder…harder!”\n\nShe’d cum no less than three times around his cocks, each time gasping for more. Her eyes were rolled back in their sockets, her tail flicked up high so that he could see her chubby ass jiggling every time that he hilted inside of her. There was no resistance, and hadn’t been from the start. She’d been so eager for something real, something big, something properly male, that she hadn’t bothered to question where it came from or what it might do to her. She’d just given in, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to her. \n\nAs he hammered into her, the aura that filled the room contracted, pulling back to him and her. Her milk-heavy breasts sloshed out of her dress, flattened against the desk that she’d been reading at, and smears of her warm milk had splattered all over the top of it. There was no hiding her excitement, or her need, or the sheer wanton depravity that had settled upon her. \n\n[i]Mine…mine…mine…[/i]\n\nThere was no holding back the dragon in him now, no keeping it from taking control. This woman would be his from now on, no longer belonging to the raccoon lord, no longer restrained by anything but what he ordered her to do. She arched her back, cumming a fourth time around his cocks, clenching hard as she tried to milk him for a load that he wasn’t quite willing to give just yet. \n\nJak growled as he pulled out of her, looking at the gape that he had left behind on her pussy. She was marked, marked forever as someone touched by him. He huffed, panting, shivering as he imagined doing the same to her asshole, but he held back. Instead, he pulled at her, flipping her over, making her look up at him. She moaned, her breasts flopping around, white dripping from her nipples. \n\n“Who do you belong to?” he growled. \n\n“You…you…”\n\n“Do you want that?”\n\n“Oh yes…so much…”\n\n“Kneel…suck me…clean…”\n\nShe did it in a heartbeat, falling on her knees and opening her mouth. No sooner had her lips touched the tips of his cocks than they were buried down her throat, swallowed past her open mouth and into her neck. Her breasts pressed together, rubbing his shafts as she rubbed her throat with one hand, almost like she was trying to get him off that way, too. \n\nThat fuck had broken her quickly, and Jak was sure that it was because she had been neglected for so long. Despite that, she had surrendered, surrendered to being owned by him without a fight. He would have been suspicious if he hadn’t seen so many females fall in the same way before. \n\n[i]We have a place to stay, now,[/i] he thought. [i]She’ll make it so that her husband lets us stay…and I will show him what it means to look down on me…[/i]\n\nThe dragon was subsiding, slowly but surely, and he was starting to come back to the fore. He looked down at her, at her slobbering lips, at her milk-drooling tits, and he slowly shook his head. Taking her might have been an act of revenge, and one that was thoroughly justified, but it had also been sloppy. \n\n[i]Need to be smarter about this…[/i]\n\nMore than that, he needed some help. Florence knew the dragon’s blood, and she had been the one that had all the books on it. Books that Minerva had seen some of, even if she hadn’t learned everything. \n\nHe needed that succubus here again. He needed to see just what she knew, and how to control this. More importantly, he needed to know why she had pushed him so hard to keep marking people, taking them for the dragon. \n\nShe knew something that she wasn’t telling him, and the sooner that he found out just what that was, the better off he would be. And the better off Minerva would be, as well, he supposed. \n\nShe deserved better. \n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Minerva’s Lessons

Chapter 9: 

For BigChris369

By Draconicon







The inns of the Outer Ring of the capital should have been very welcoming to strangers. In this case, they were not, and Jak knew that it was entirely his fault that they’d been kicked out of every inn that they’d tried. However, knowing that it was his fault and doing something about it were two very different things, and he very nearly broke the door down after they were thrown out of the Vixen’s Embrace.

“You think you can just kick us out?!”

Jak punched the door hard enough to leave a dent in the thick oak, and he would have punched right through it if it wasn’t for the little gryphon pushing against his stomach. He growled deep in his throat, his lips pulled back and showing his fangs, huffing so hard that he could almost see his breath. 

That was the warning that pushed him back, that made him pull his hand back to his side. The dragon’s blood was running hot again, and if it got much hotter, he didn’t know what else might happen. Too much of that was still unknown, and if he happened to start breathing fire, he’d make even more of a scene than he already had. Gritting his teeth so hard that he was half-sure that a fang was going to snap, he stepped away from the door. 

Minerva walked at his side, the little gryphon pulling her robe a little tighter around her middle. It was just barely enough to keep the stink of sex off of her, the smell of the guards having rutted her barely a few hours ago still present. Only the stink of the city and the way that she tried to hold her robe closed kept him from being driven mad by the smell of someone else on his property, on his – 

Nnngh. Stop it. Stop it!

Jak slapped the back of his head as the dragon’s blood threatened to sneak into his thoughts again, pushing that part of himself back down. She was not his property, not like the women back in the other village had been, not like anyone that he had fucked before. The blood hadn’t claimed her yet, and as far as he was concerned, it wasn’t going to. 

Still, it was a fight to keep that from overcoming him, and it was a fight that he was having a harder and harder time winning. 

“We’re not having much luck, are we?” Minerva asked. 

“…No.”

“It…might be a bit better if you let me talk.”

“We’re not doing that.”

“We did it to get into the city.”

“Yes, and that’s the last time that we’re doing that.”

The blue-scaled lizard shook his head, adjusting his loincloth slightly before looking around. There had to be an inn somewhere around here that would take them in. Everywhere else was willing to open their doors for gold, but here in Molith, coin didn’t have the voice that it used to. Were there that many merchants that were coming through, or nobles, that the innkeepers could afford to be this picky? He was starting to wonder. 

Any other village, even any other small city, he would have gotten them a room by now. Two gold would have bought them one of the better ones, perhaps even the best, and he’d have gotten the chance to sleep and rest and collect his thoughts. Maybe he would have been past the worst of this gods-damned need that had seized him to fuck the girl at his side, too, particularly after she’d had the chance to bathe. 

Not here. Not in Molith. Here, every innkeeper had laughed at his offer, turned him down, pushed him away. Two gold had been sufficient to get the offer of the stables. When he tried to threaten them, they laughed again. 

The only reason no blood had been shed as of yet was because Minerva was there, and the little gryphon was keeping him from losing it completely. She had put her hands on him again and again, holding him back, reminding him with looks and touches that they couldn’t afford to be spotted, to be remembered. They were already noticeable enough, what with him in a loincloth and her being barefoot and robed. If they hurt someone, if they left too much damage behind, then the guards would be on them. 

And Garvis will get a warning that he doesn’t deserve.

The thought of giving that fox prick a fair warning made him sick to his stomach. After all, there had been no warning for him and his people. His village had been eliminated without a trace, and he was the only survivor. Garvis had been one of the main financiers and pushers of the operation, and if he hadn’t had the king’s ear before, he certainly had it now. The damn fox would be pushing for more, he was sure, and he’d probably get it. 

Not if I get him first…

He ran his hand along his belt, touching the twin blades that hung from it. They hungered for blood almost as badly as he did, and he wished for little more than to take this to the inner rings of the city, to leap from wall to wall and find that fox. Whether Garvis was in his own manor in the inner ring or in the spire in the center of the city, he would track that noble down and – 

Minerva grabbed his arm, and he looked down. She tugged him towards the side of the road, and he went along with it, looking over his shoulder. 

A carriage was coming their way, and he narrowed his eyes as he peered inside. The occupant was a raccoon male, a species that was at least honest about their thieving nature. He growled under his breath as the lush red carriage approached, dragged along not by feral horses, but by indentured two-legged ones. They were scarcely dressed, looking more like some collection of slaves than proper servants. 

The carriage was about to go by when the man inside called out for the driver – a mouse – to halt the carriage. As the mouse pulled rein, drawing the horses to a stop, the raccoon leaned out the window of the carriage and looked down on them. A gold-rimmed monocle looked over them, and the man himself chuckled. 

“Well, well, what have we here? A savage and his servant?” the raccoon asked. 

He growled, but not at the insult. It wasn’t much of one, really, considering that it wasn’t entirely wrong. No, it was the way that the raccoon looked down at Minerva, and the obvious spark of lust in his eyes. 

“My, my, you two must be new to the city. What’s the matter? Nobody opening their doors to your savage kind?” the raccoon asked. 

“We’ll find a place,” Jak muttered. 

“Sure, in an alley somewhere, perhaps. But maybe that’s not what you want. After all, it’s been days of roughing it for you, I imagine. Perhaps I can offer you something, if you can offer me something in return.”

“…”

“Come now, you savages are slow, but you must know what I’m talking about. You might not have the minds for higher learning, but you certainly have more interesting…sexual habits. Come a little closer, hmm? Particularly her…”

So, that was what it was. Another cub-lover that wanted to bury his dick in a little girl, but couldn’t do it in a more civilized part of the world. Jak growled. It had been difficult enough to allow Minerva to be ‘taught’ with Florence, knowing what it was doing to her. The thought of allowing his – not his property, no, he wouldn’t allow the dragon blood that control and frustration – his companion to be used like that bothered him, and more than he could quite justify, considering that he had been balls-deep in her several times himself. 

In fact, he rather wished that he could do that right now, just to get one over on all the ‘civilized’ people of the city. There was so much smugness and dirt and more in this place, all over Molith, and it felt wrong. So wrong. 

Yet, Minerva did what she was told without him saying anything. She stepped forward, her robe sliding open ever so slightly. Her flat chest popped into view, and the raccoon licked his lips. 

“What a delicious-looking girl. Do you know much about the mating arts, little one?” the raccoon asked. 

“I know some,” she said. 

“Mmm, how much?”

“You put the thingie in the slit, and hump.”

“Oh, barely educated, so lovely. I can see why you keep her, savage.”

Even through the blinding rage that was rising, he knew that this was a partial act, at the very least. Minerva was doing what the raccoon wanted, being the sort of person that he wanted to see. This wasn’t her, and that made things just a little bit better. Not completely, but a little bit better. 

He still didn’t want to do this, but he could see what the gryphon was trying. They needed someplace to stay, and this raccoon would give them that if he could have his fun. Jak didn’t like it, but he could acknowledge reality. 

“Come in,” the raccoon said, and they did. Unwillingly, in his case, but they did. 

#

The raccoon’s carriage brough them to the middle ring, two walls away from the spire, but one more wall away from the outside of the city. The streets were cleaner here, and it seemed to be the home of merchants and the lower-middle class. As soon as they turned off the road that would have taken them to the next wall and gate, Jak had his confirmation that they had attracted the attention of one of the more minor nobles, rather than one of the more powerful ones. That wasn’t so useful, but at least it meant that that they were one step closer to their goals. 

His goals. Not hers. Not theirs. His goals. She was along for the ride, helping him, but they weren’t her goals. They never had been, and they likely never would be. 

He glanced at Minerva out of the corner of his eye. She was doing the slut thing, the whore thing, casually spreading her legs without being aware of it – or at least, pretending not to be aware of it. He had been around Florence long enough to know what it was like when a proper whore was pulling a trick. This was no different. She sat with her legs spread as a child would do, showing off her tiny little sex, and he could tell that the raccoon nobleman was completely consumed with thoughts of what he would do to her. 

If you knew…how close I am…to ripping your throat out…

The only thing that was holding that back was the knowledge that they would be caught the instant that he did it. The driver would hear the scream, because Jak could not bring himself to make it quick. Nor could he bring himself to do it quietly. He needed to rip this raccoon’s heart out, to make him learn – 

No. He would wait. He would wait. He. Would. Wait. 

Even as the dragon’s blood thrummed through his veins, even as the occasional tremor of it escaped him, he forced himself to look out the window. He studied the middle ring, seeing what was available. 

The buildings were tall, all of them. The most minor of houses had at least two stories, and some of the great manors and the better shops went up to four. He saw an inn that went to five, and a great estate that went to six. They were richly appointed, made of stone and adorned with gargoyles at the top. Some even looked like they might have been real. 

But that was nothing compared to the wall that was further in the city. He could see the way that the next wall rose up, standing another twenty feet taller than the nearest building to it. One might have been able to stretch a rope up to it, but it would be a difficult endeavor, and he doubted that one could scale it from the middle ring. 

The only way through would be through the gate, and that, he was sure, would only happen through invitation to the next ring. 

Ugh…I hate this place…I hate it so much…

They eventually were brought to the raccoon’s home. The manor was of moderate size, stretching three stories high. The stone wall that surrounded the small estate was sufficiently high that the average man would have difficulty climbing it, though he knew that he could have been over it in three seconds. The gates of wood that held back anyone that wasn’t invited could have been broken down, too, but they would hold against the average man for a short time. 

As the carriage door opened, the raccoon got to his feet. The mouse lowered the steps from the side of the carriage, and the raccoon stepped out, his puffy pants and loose jacket fluttering as he moved, his striped tail flicking with eagerness. 

“Oh, I can’t wait to try this.”

“First time?” Jak managed to growl.

“Oh, yes. I’ve been dreaming of it, though. I hear that you savages breed your girls before they even reach breeding age. I can only imagine how tight that must feel.”

“Wife?” Jak asked. 

“Hmm? Oh, you mean for me. I have one, but she and I have an understanding. She is only here until she bears me a child. Rotten luck with that so far, but what are you going to do?”

“Hmmph.”

“Oh, yes. You need a room. Johan.” The raccoon turned to the mouse. “Show our guest to one of the rooms. A decent one, in the east wing.”

“Yes, sir,” the mouse said. 

“And you, little girl. Do you have a name?” the raccoon asked. 

“Minerva.”

“Well, Minerva, let me take you to my chambers.”

The raccoon guided her out of the carriage, pulling her by the hand down the steps. Jak could only watch as she was led through the front door, right into the house. He growled all the while, barely hiding his complete outrage, and his hands once more dropped down to the hilts of his swords for a second or two. 

Johan shook his head. The mouse offered his hand, but the lizard ignored it. 

“I apologize for my lord. He is hardly the most sensitive of men.”

“He is…” Jak shook his head. He wasn’t sure that there was a word for the raccoon. “Where are you taking me?”

“The east wing, sir. Lord and Lady Vadoir keep their quarters on the west side, while all the guests stay to the east.”

“Hmmph.”

“If you will follow me?”

The lizard did as he was asked, following the mouse into the manor. This was not what he wanted, but it was necessary…and as he thought about the possibilities, his clenched jaws slowly relaxed. There might be a way to take something for himself from this after all. 

#

Minerva followed behind the raccoon. He had introduced himself as Lord Earnest Vadoir, but told her to call him ‘lord’ or ‘sir.’ He kept looking down at her, and she knew from her experience at the brothel that he was only barely holding back from using her. 

She knew cub-lovers. She knew what they wanted, how they looked at her. There was no difference in how the raccoon looked at her than anyone at the brothel had. They wanted something taboo, something that they weren’t supposed to have or enjoy. She was supposed to be that, and this was no different. 

Still, there was a part of her that was surprised that she had managed to leave shame so far behind. Going from a student barely getting by on promised intimacy that she would never follow through on to being a full-time whore and sorceress, Minerva’s life had been turned upside-down so fast that she was surprised that she was still able to function. She had never imagined putting herself out there, using her body as a tool this way, but there was no shame in it anymore. There was only the use that it was being put to, and the fact that it would get them what they wanted. 

If it wouldn’t, she never would have done this, but Earnest was already making it clear that he had plans for keeping her around. The more that she could wrap him around her finger, the more useful he might be. Florence had taught her that, and there were spells, magics, that she had only recently realized had been part of their lessons at the brothel that she could use. A little charm, a little pleasure, and they would have a most useful tool. 

They reached the raccoon’s bedroom, and he gestured inwards. She saw the big bed waiting for her, big enough for six men and women to occupy at once, and knew what was expected. 

“Come on, my dear. Let me see what you’re hiding under that robe. Let me see it properly.”

Here we go…

The young gryphon reached down, pulling at the edge of her robe. She’d learned how to wipe away creampies in the past without others seeing, and that was what she did as she dragged it away from her. The cloth rubbed between her thighs, scraping away what was left from the guardhouse, leaving her clean for further use. Dropping it on the floor, she slowly turned for the lord to see. 

The soft hiss that followed told her that he liked it, alright. She turned slowly, feeling his stare running down her back, down to her little bottom, and wondered if he would be fucking that hole rather than her pussy. She knew that there were men that liked that, that preferred to take it as deviantly as possible. 

Earnest seemed the sort to earnestly embrace his perversions, and she imagined that he would take as many holes as he could. As she turned all the way around, he smirked, his face a picture of utter perversion and lack of shame as he looked down at her slit, at the way that her little mound was presented between her thighs. She spread her legs ever so slightly, shifting from one to the other, imitating an innocence that she no longer had. 

“Do you like me?” she asked. 

“You are gorgeous, darling.”

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Just like that savage does. Get on the bed, and point your ass towards me.”

Well, at least there would be no clumsy attempts at oral. Her beak wasn’t good for that, and she didn’t quite have the experience with her throat that she had with her other holes. And this way, she would have her hands and mouth free, all the easier for casting spells that the other didn’t expect. 

As soon as she got up on the bed, her legs half-spread to allow him to see her holes, she heard the raspy sound of a belt being pulled along. She looked over her shoulder, watched as he fished his shaft free of his pants. It wasn’t particularly large, nor was it pathetically small. It was about average, though looking a bit oily. 

Obviously, he doesn’t do much with his wife…

Still, she fanned her tail feathers, giving him a better look at her ass and her pussy. It didn’t take much to get herself wet. A small spell, a little clench on the inside to make sure that she was ‘in the mood’ after the long walk, and she at least looked like she was willing. That she was a slut. That she was a good little kiddie-whore. 

Earnest growled under his breath, fondling himself as he walked up behind her. He slapped his cock against her ass, sliding it between the cheeks, rubbing himself up against her pucker, then her pussy. 

“Mmm, that savage use you a lot?”

“He does,” she lied. 

“He doesn’t know what he’s got.”

“He protects me.”

“I could protect you better. Use you just as much, but I bet you that I’ll feel better.”

“Show me?”

“Mmm, you want me to prove it? I can do that.”

She felt his cock rubbing down between her thighs, his attention obviously caught by her wet pussy. That was preferable; anal wasn’t bad, but it meant that she needed to take more time to open herself up, to get ready for the first penetration, and she didn’t have time to start pulling that together. She needed to be ready for penetration – 

“Ah!”

Now, apparently. He didn’t so much slide in as he punched it in, and if she hadn’t been trained in the brothel, she would have been injured by the sudden thrust. As it was, she was still catching her breath a bit, feeling the short shaft slowly sliding in and out, in and out, the raccoon pushing her down to the base of his cock. 

“Feel that? Feel how much better a civilized cock feels inside you?”

That’s the game, hmm? I can play that.

And as she started to moan for him, playing up how much better his ‘civilized’ cock was, she started to gather some of her energy in the palm of her hand. By the time this was done, she was going to have this raccoon doing whatever she wanted, and they would have what they needed. 

Most of all, she would be able to take a break from whoring herself out for a little bit. 

#

Jak pulled the last bit of slack tight on the rope-work that he’d left Johan in, stuffing the mouse in the closet and leaving him out of sight, out of earshot, and out of mind. With that done, he could do what he liked, and what he liked happened to be the Lady of the house. 

If that Earnest is going to take what is mine, then I’ll take what is his.

That was probably the dragon blood, particularly as it insisted on talking about Minerva as if she was his, but he was past caring at this point. He wanted to teach the raccoon a lesson, and this was the time for it. He walked out of his room, following the wood-paneled hallways and the long red carpets through the manor. 

The west wing, he said, Jak thought. She’ll probably be reclining on some couch, waiting for her husband, looking fine and pretty.

He was half-right. She was looking fine and pretty, but she was in the library in the west wing. The raccoon woman was dressed in fine green silks, deep and dark rather than the bright greens that he had seen in the poorer villages, and her nose was so deep in a book that she didn’t even see him as he walked through the door. 

He, however, saw everything. ‘Ripe’ was the word that came to mind looking at her, and he grinned as he looked over her large breasts, at the tell-tale signs of padding that were right at the front. Was she leaking, he wondered? Was she right on the cusp of being pregnant, foiled only by the fact that her husband was more interested in fucking little girls than fucking her? Her wide hips told him that she was definitely the sort that would do well as a breeder, and the urge to take her, to rob the raccoon lord of his ‘property’ for what he was doing, was too much to resist any longer. 

Jak approached her from behind, pulling his loincloth up and out of the way. There was something else pushing him forward now, something that no longer just burned in his veins, but pulsed in the air. His cocks rose up, throbbing as they emerged from his sheath, and his sac followed out afterward. 

By the time that he reached the raccoon woman, she was panting softly, reacting to the pheromones and whatever else filled the air. When he dropped his cocks over her shoulder, she only went wide-eyed. No panic, no gasp of shock, just sudden surprise and definite arousal as he smelled her need in the air. 

“Get on your knees, bitch.”

There was no resistance. The dragon power had already seized her, and her need had been awakened. He followed her down, pulling her skirt up, her panties off, and then he was inside of her. 

#

Minerva was taking the raccoon’s cock with ease. He wasn’t quite two-thirds the size of her regular clients, and well-short of what Jak had to offer. That said, he was quite distracted by his own prowess, and barely had any interest in their little roleplay once it got going. She was able to lay back and let him go at her, only occasionally muttering something about his size, or occasionally about his non-existent prowess. 

She’d been flipped onto her back at some point, and now, her legs were spread wide around his hips. His cock plunged in and out of her, no longer quite as greasy, but covered by her juices that she had to focus to keep flowing. Every time that she thought about what she was doing, it started to dry up, and then she had to force herself to think about something else, or use another of Florence’s teachings to get herself wet again. She didn’t want him to realize just how incompetent he was, not until she was done with him. 

While he humped away, his balls brushing against her rump, she wiggled her fingers just out of sight. A little magic was slowly building up, running its threads between her fingers like eager snakes. It was a simple thing, a charm spell that would bind the raccoon to her, but she needed to time it right. One little mistake, and she would get caught out, and he might understand what she was doing. She needed him stupid, distracted, focused on something too good for him to look away. 

So, she clenched down on him. She gasped, arching her back, pretending that she was having an orgasm. It stoked his ego, as she knew it would. 

“Mmmm, that’s it. I knew that you would prefer someone like me. A little thing like you should be pampered between uses, not put to such hard travels. Maybe I should keep you, get rid of him…”

Oh, if you tried, you would be dead before you knew it.

Of all the things that she knew about Jak, that was the one that she was most sure of. Anyone that tried to fight him one on one would be doomed to death, and that was going to be no different for Earnest than it had been for the various bandits that he had fought when they first met. She shook her head, moaning for him, even as the spell collected in a tighter and tighter spiral in between her fingers. 

A little more…just a little more…

She wasn’t getting any closer to orgasm herself. The raccoon was nearly incompetent, barely able to do more than hump against her. She could have made it better, done something to tighten up or change her position, or even taken charge to make it so that it was better for her, but that wasn’t the point here. The point was to keep him from noticing what she was doing, pull him in, and – 

He picked up speed, hammering at her. The squelches of him burying his cock in her pussy got louder, but that was the only change for her. In, out, in, out, always getting that little bit more potent, that little bit stronger. She groaned under her breath, allowing her beak to hang open. 

A little…more…

Earnest slammed in, his balls pulling up. She felt the spurts of his seed shooting into her, and just as he relaxed, she lifted her hand, shoving it against his neck. 

The spell came free, the tendrils of magic wrapping around his throat like a collar. They squeezed, leaving him gasping and spurting more inside of her, flooding her inner walls, soaking her from the inside out. He gasped for breath, gritting his teeth, his eyes going wide. 

“What…what…”

“Love me,” she whispered, holding her hand to his neck. “Love me…serve me…”

It was important for the charm spell to be directed right from the start. If the person being affected by it got the chance to think it through, they could direct it. She needed him to be focused on her, wanting her, needing her, willing to do what she said. Anything that she said. She clenched down on him again, and the slight focus that had been returning to the raccoon’s eyes faded, replaced by hyper-sensitive pleasure. 

“Love me…serve me…”

#

Jak growled as he held the drooling raccoon woman over the desk, one hand pressed against the base of her spine while the other pulled him in and out of her. 

“Take me…take me, please…harder…harder!”

She’d cum no less than three times around his cocks, each time gasping for more. Her eyes were rolled back in their sockets, her tail flicked up high so that he could see her chubby ass jiggling every time that he hilted inside of her. There was no resistance, and hadn’t been from the start. She’d been so eager for something real, something big, something properly male, that she hadn’t bothered to question where it came from or what it might do to her. She’d just given in, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to her. 

As he hammered into her, the aura that filled the room contracted, pulling back to him and her. Her milk-heavy breasts sloshed out of her dress, flattened against the desk that she’d been reading at, and smears of her warm milk had splattered all over the top of it. There was no hiding her excitement, or her need, or the sheer wanton depravity that had settled upon her. 

Mine…mine…mine…

There was no holding back the dragon in him now, no keeping it from taking control. This woman would be his from now on, no longer belonging to the raccoon lord, no longer restrained by anything but what he ordered her to do. She arched her back, cumming a fourth time around his cocks, clenching hard as she tried to milk him for a load that he wasn’t quite willing to give just yet. 

Jak growled as he pulled out of her, looking at the gape that he had left behind on her pussy. She was marked, marked forever as someone touched by him. He huffed, panting, shivering as he imagined doing the same to her asshole, but he held back. Instead, he pulled at her, flipping her over, making her look up at him. She moaned, her breasts flopping around, white dripping from her nipples. 

“Who do you belong to?” he growled. 

“You…you…”

“Do you want that?”

“Oh yes…so much…”

“Kneel…suck me…clean…”

She did it in a heartbeat, falling on her knees and opening her mouth. No sooner had her lips touched the tips of his cocks than they were buried down her throat, swallowed past her open mouth and into her neck. Her breasts pressed together, rubbing his shafts as she rubbed her throat with one hand, almost like she was trying to get him off that way, too. 

That fuck had broken her quickly, and Jak was sure that it was because she had been neglected for so long. Despite that, she had surrendered, surrendered to being owned by him without a fight. He would have been suspicious if he hadn’t seen so many females fall in the same way before. 

We have a place to stay, now, he thought. She’ll make it so that her husband lets us stay…and I will show him what it means to look down on me…

The dragon was subsiding, slowly but surely, and he was starting to come back to the fore. He looked down at her, at her slobbering lips, at her milk-drooling tits, and he slowly shook his head. Taking her might have been an act of revenge, and one that was thoroughly justified, but it had also been sloppy. 

Need to be smarter about this…

More than that, he needed some help. Florence knew the dragon’s blood, and she had been the one that had all the books on it. Books that Minerva had seen some of, even if she hadn’t learned everything. 

He needed that succubus here again. He needed to see just what she knew, and how to control this. More importantly, he needed to know why she had pushed him so hard to keep marking people, taking them for the dragon. 

She knew something that she wasn’t telling him, and the sooner that he found out just what that was, the better off he would be. And the better off Minerva would be, as well, he supposed. 

She deserved better. 




The End

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