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", "writing": "[b][u][center]Minerva’s Lessons\n\nChapter 12: \n\nFor BigChris369\n\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\nMorning passed and afternoon followed, and Jak drowned out most of his worries by fucking them into the female under him. The raccoon woman had taken his cocks, and then his enhanced, merged shaft, into her pussy and her asshole, and both were gaping far more than they had been. They dripped with his seed, and her eyes were rolled back, her tongue hanging out, and her body shivering from one end to the other. She was, to put it mildly, fucked silly, and he had no doubt that she’d be completely useless for the next day and a half. Probably hadn’t had so many orgasms from her husband, ever, and now, she would be completely ruined for anyone but him. \n\n[i]No need for the mark of a dragon when you can do that…[/i]\n\nShaking his head, he slid out of her, letting her fall to the ground. She didn’t get up, but rather spasmed on the floor, her pussy clenching against the flood of seed that was slowly dripping out, her asshole clenching and squirting some of his cum across the floor. Shaking his head, Jak stepped over her, leaving the curvy, lactating woman behind. \n\n“Stay here. Sleep, if you can.”\n\n“Nnnngh. Yes…yes, Master…”\n\nShe didn’t say anything else. He wasn’t sure if she remembered how to say anything else. \n\nShaking his head, he made his way through the manor. He could go down to Florence again, but something put him off going to see her. The smugness that she had, the way that she treated him like an idiot when he didn’t immediately grasp something: it was the side of the succubus that he didn’t like, the side that meant that she was probably starving. Not something that he needed to deal with when he was still sorting himself out. \n\nShe was right, too, which was the other reason not to go and see her. She had made it clear that she would see him king, and she was…\n\nWell, she was right. He needed to be king if he wanted to get what he wanted, and that would give him even more than revenge once he took the throne. He would have everything that any man desired, and more besides. \n\n[i]And Minerva…[/i]\n\nThat was what he needed, he realized. He needed to find the little girl and talk to her. That would help him. That would make him feel better. \n\nHe turned on his heel, walking through the manor with nothing but a loincloth. The servants that he passed looked down their noses at him, but he no longer cared. The city as a whole could just fuck off, as far as he was concerned. Savage or not, he was who he was, and if they were that bothered by it, they’d be all the more bothered when he was king. Then he’d be rubbing it in their faces. No way was he putting on more civilized clothes. \n\nStill, it was irritating to have servant after servant looking like they’d want to do nothing more than shove him into proper clothes as he walked by. By the time that he found Minerva in the library, the little gryphon seated at a research desk with a book propped open, he was ready to throw the next servant that looked at him funny out a window. Defenestration, he believed that was called. \n\nThe gryphon looked up as he entered the room, and she smiled. \n\n“Jak.”\n\n“Minerva.”\n\n“You look happier.”\n\n“And you look less terrified.”\n\n“Well, you were getting angry down there. And Florence was making it worse. Much, much worse.”\n\n“Yes…she was.”\n\nHe walked over to the desk and sat down on the opposite side, looking the little girl over. She had pulled on a robe of sorts, but he could smell that someone else had touched her. She had gotten the same sort of ‘distraction’ as he had, though she had been the one in charge. He cocked his head to the side, looking her over. She rubbed the back of her head, closing her book. \n\n“Is that bad?” she asked. \n\n“What?”\n\n“That I…needed that?”\n\n“…No.”\n\n“You sure?”\n\n“I’m sure.”\n\nShe nodded, though whether she believed him, he didn’t know. She didn’t question it, though, and that was the important thing. It meant that she was at least working off of the assumption that it might be true. \n\nHe had always found that sex or fighting was the best way to get rid of stress, and that had never been proven otherwise to him. If he was angry, if something had gone wrong, then taking someone to bed and venting that stress on them worked surprisingly well. Taking someone out to the training yard or any other open area was a good way to get rid of the various angers and resentments that built up from other sources, too, and he regularly made use of the sparring partners that he gained over the years for that. \n\nThere was nothing wrong with fucking to get rid of the bad feelings. He might actually make that a law. \n\n[i]I could,[/i] he realized. [i]I could make that a law. I could make everything that’s wrong be better. And who would stop me?[/i]\n\nHe could just cut down anyone that stood in his way. As the warrior he was, he could fight nearly anyone one on one, and the army would ensure that he had the back-up to take down anyone that was more…stubborn. He could do anything that he liked to change the world. \n\nThe more that he thought about it, the more attractive the whole ‘being king’ became. The responsibilities would be difficult, but the rewards would be great. \n\n“Are you…thinking of her proposal, still?” Minerva asked. \n\n“Not thinking about it.”\n\n“…You made a decision?”\n\n“…Yes.”\n\n“The same one that you told her?”\n\nHe nodded. The gryphon rubbed her head, looking down at the desk. He could tell that she wasn’t entirely happy with the decision, but he wasn’t backing down now. Not when he had so much to gain. Not when it was the only way forward. \n\nStill, she didn’t object to it. Instead, she took a deep breath, then let it out. \n\n“I’m going to help.”\n\n“How?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. \n\n“The same way that I have been. And being someone else besides Florence that can give you ideas.”\n\n“She isn’t exactly an advisor, you know.”\n\n“Isn’t she? She’s already gotten you to agree to this.”\n\n“It gives me what I want. That’s all.”\n\n“And what happens when she wants more than the favor you already owe her?”\n\n“Then she has to earn it.”\n\n“Does she?”\n\nThe way that the little gryphon asked him that made him stifle the immediate answer. Jak pressed one hand to his chin, leaning on his fist as he thought it through. \n\nThe more that he considered the matter, the more that he realized that Florence had gotten a number of favors out of him over the years. He had considered it merely following the best course of action, but the more that he thought about it, the more he realized that he had been following her ‘suggestions’ for years, doing what she wanted and giving her what she asked for. \n\nHis eyes widened slightly, and Minerva nodded. \n\n“See?”\n\n“…She is a sneaky one.”\n\n“Yeah…she’s pretty proud of how well she can manipulate you, let me tell you.”\n\n“Is she, now?”\n\nMinerva nodded. That was news to him, but hardly surprising. A succubus had her secrets, and Florence had hers in abundance. He would have to be considerably more careful with how they worked together in the future. \n\nLeaning back in his chair, he crossed his arms. The gryphon didn’t say anything else, and it was clear that she was waiting for him to speak. What did he want to say, though? What could he say to make up for what had happened so far?\n\nJak was not a man that was normally affected much by guilt, but he had been doing enough soul-searching between fucking the raccoon woman and getting ready for the next round to be aware of his behavior of late. He had become more controlling, and he had dragged the little gryphon with him into a scheme of revenge that had no bearing on her. \n\nIn short, he had dragged her out of her life and made her be part of his. There was no getting around that, and he had to face facts. If he wanted her help, then he needed to treat her properly. She needed to be included, not just as an asset, but as an equal. Particularly if he wanted her help with Florence, and considering that she had noticed something that he hadn’t, that was crucial. \n\nMore than that, he needed to make sure that she was on his side for good reasons, not through fear, and not through the dragon marking. Despite how much he wanted to mark her, to take her, he knew better. It would not end well for either of them. \n\n“…Do you remember why I want them all dead?” he asked. \n\n“They killed your family. Slaughtered your people.”\n\n“Yes. We were…close. Very close. Closer than any other family that I’ve seen.”\n\n“They were blood. And you…blood matters to you,” she said, looking down and away. \n\nHe cocked his head to the side for a moment, but nodded. She wasn’t wrong. Blood mattered. It mattered a lot. \n\n“The king has to go…but there will be others that come after. And I need someone…someone that can help keep me focused. The dragon…”\n\n“It wants to go crazy in you.”\n\nHe nodded. It was right there, right at the edge of his awareness at all times. He could feel the way that it was trying to reach out even then, wanting to reach across the table and grab hold of the gryphon, to throw her over the side and start rutting her. It wanted to take her, fuck her, break her. \n\nAnd he wanted to do it. He wanted to feel her tight little holes around his cock. It wasn’t just that she was a cub, that she had done it before, that she knew how to take it without getting hurt. It was the fact that she knew what she was doing, that she was giving herself to him, and that he was giving himself to her. There was something different, special, to taking his property and – \n\n[i]She is not property.[/i]\n\nThe part of him that was still in charge slammed down on that thought, not letting it spread any further in his mind. He wasn’t going to give in that easily, and he wasn’t going to let the dragon just run rampant. Not now, not here, not with her. \n\nTaking a deep breath, he nodded again. \n\n“It wants to go crazy. And it wants you.”\n\n“…Me?”\n\n“Outside of killing, it wants you more than anything. You…belong to it, it feels…I feel…”\n\n“And?”\n\n“…And I know what it will do. Do you remember the raccoon woman?”\n\n“I remember.”\n\n“That will happen to you if I let it do what it wants. I don’t want that.”\n\n“…Why?”\n\n“Why?”\n\n“Why don’t you want that? I’ve seen your face. You enjoy seeing someone broken. You like to do that to people. Why wouldn’t you want to do…that…to me?”\n\nJak shrugged. \n\n“I can’t give you a good reason. I don’t even know. All I know is that it’s not going to be good for either of us if it happens. So…until we find a way to figure it out, we aren’t going to be doing [i]that[/i] again. Not in a way that lets me slide inside you, anyway. I will lose control if I do.”\n\n“…And in any other way?”\n\n“No.”\n\n“…” \n\n“…Do you want it that badly?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “I thought that you’d be happy.”\n\n“I – well, I shouldn’t, but – I don’t know…”\n\nMinerva rubbed her arm, shaking her head again. For his part, Jak didn’t quite understand what was going on, but he knew that there was something unsaid. \n\nThe dragon part of him, however, was already preening, more than slightly self-satisfied in the back of his mind. It liked the fact that she wanted them. It liked the fact that the little cub was more than willing to put herself out there, that she wanted to risk the marking for them. And why not? After all, they were the sexiest – \n\n[i]Shut up.[/i]\n\nHe pushed the thought away, sighing as he got to his feet. \n\n“I’m going to rest. Tomorrow, we’ll talk with Florence. Get her ideas. Then you can tell me the holes in them.”\n\n“Tomorrow? That soon?”\n\n“We’ve wasted two days already. We aren’t going to waste a third.”\n\n“…Fair.”\n\n“Tomorrow. Sleep well, girl.”\n\n#\n\nAs the lizard man left the library, Minerva watched him go with a slow shake of her head. She’d known that he would be pushing to do more before long, but tomorrow? They’d barely managed to get settled in the manor to begin with, and they were already planning on leaving? She didn’t even know – \n\nThe panic was rising already, and she had to force it back down, taking several deep breaths to force herself to be more focused. She needed to start pumping Earnest for more information. He would probably know other cub lovers in the middle part of the city, or in the higher ranks. These people tended to know each other, sharing resources and covering one another’s backs. That meant that he probably knew someone that was looking for a new pint-sized lover, someone that she and Jak could sidle up to and get some support from. \n\n[i]That means fucking him more, and that means finding out what else he knows, and…and…[/i]\n\nAnd making a list, checking it against Florence’s knowledge of the city and seeing what they could work with, and…and then having to make sure that the succubus wasn’t hiding anything from them tomorrow, and – \n\nOh, the list was growing. It was growing fast, and she didn’t know just how big it was going to get. She huffed softly, staring down at the desk in front of her. The world spun, and she almost fainted right then and there from the overwhelming fear of what lay ahead. \n\nThe gryphon slapped herself, and the world came back into focus. She breathed hard through her nose, huffing past her beak before getting herself under control again. She had gotten this far, and she wasn’t stopping here. \n\n[i]Keep him safe, and he’ll keep you safe,[/i] she thought, curling her fingers until her claws caught the top of the table, raking lines through the wood. [i]Just make sure that he stays safe, and he’ll make sure that you stay safe. That’s the deal. That’s always been the deal.[/i]\n\nIt was just going to be a lot harder to keep him safe on this scale. She’d have to hope that they got it right soon, that they could take the king down fast. Jak wasn’t going to be able to hold the dragon back for long; she’d seen it in his eyes several times, and that other side of him was getting stronger by the day. It was reaching for her, and she wasn’t sure that she’d be able to say no if it got its hands on her. \n\nShe shook her head. The very fact that she wanted him as much as she did concerned her, worried her, but there was little that she could do about it. She’d enjoyed the first time that he took her, and ever since she’d learned how good her body could feel at the brothel, she had wanted to try more with him than just taking it doggy-style. She wanted to feel him on top of her, to feel her hips pushing back against him, to put her magics to use and work his dicks until they were as addicted to her as she was – \n\nThe realization of what she was about to think hit her like a rampaging bull, and she stared straight ahead, her mouth falling open. \n\n[i]I’m addicted to him…[/i]\n\nIt was a low-level addiction, admittedly, but it was still a pretty big one, something that would make it all the harder for her to leave when the time came. If it ever did. That was a possibility. She had joined with him, and if she ever broke with him, then the dragon might come out and decide that it wasn’t going to let that happen. For that matter, Jak might decide to make it a rule that she couldn’t leave, and if she tried, he would force her to come back. That was something that might happen if he became king. \n\nSome part of her rather liked the idea of someone becoming that obsessive over her, but that was for another time. The gryphon got to her feet, making her way through the manor. She needed to ‘talk’ to Earnest again. \n\n# \n\nBy morning, Minerva had the names of four different families that might be useful to them on the other side of the wall. The next ring would be filled with noble families, and they would only be able to accompany the Vadoirs as guests as the Vadoirs themselves would be guests to the nobles in the next ring, but as long as they could get to another family, it would allow them to leapfrog their way further and further into the city. Perhaps not as quickly as Jak wanted, but they would be able to do it. \n\nShe managed to get a shower that morning, too, before making her way down to breakfast. Her feathers were still in the process of drying when she reached the main hall and found Florence polishing off her breakfast of a squirrel servant. The young male, scarcely reaching his adult age, collapsed backwards, his stiff prick jumping as if it was shooting cum but letting out nothing. She imagined that he was already at the stage of dry orgasms, if Florence had been feasting as long as she seemed to have been. \n\nMinerva didn’t even blush, merely waving her hand and staff to cover the young man in a spell of invisibility. No need for other servants coming in to see him and wonder what had happened to him. The feline-esque succubus turned to her. \n\n“Awww, using magic on your own again?” she asked, smiling. “Well, it doesn’t drain you as much as it used to, at least.”\n\n“No, it doesn’t.”\n\n“And yet, you’re so tense. What’s the matter?”\n\n“You, mostly.”\n\n“Me?”\n\n“You need to stop pushing Jak. He’s…he’s going to snap, one of these days.”\n\n“I can handle him, dear. You don’t have to worry about me.”\n\n“Are you sure about that?”\n\n“Dear, he is only part-dragon. Any succubus can handle something like that.”\n\n“I think you’re wrong.”\n\n“Oh? And why is that?”\n\n“Have you looked into his eyes when the dragon’s coming out?” she asked. Florence shook her head. “I have. And I’ve looked into your eyes when your power is coming out. His is worse. His is a whole lot worse.”\n\n“…Do tell me, dear. How?”\n\n“Yours comes from pleasure, seduction, and…and that kind of stuff,” she said, nodding down at the invisible squirrel. “His? His is something different. His [i]owns[/i] whatever it touches. It collars everything that it comes into contact with. And then, it makes you like it. It makes you want to be there, to crave being under his heel. I…\n\n“I don’t want you to go through that. You taught me, you made my life better. So please, please, listen to me when I tell you, don’t do this. You’re not going to come out on top, and it’s only going to make everything worse. Just help him. Stop trying to push him, and just help him, for all our sakes.”\n\n“…You genuinely believe that, don’t you?”\n\n“I do.”\n\nMinerva nodded, remembering the way that those hungry eyes had stared her down, the way that they had been pushing into her soul, how she had felt like she was the prey under them. It had taken everything that she had to offer to keep from being completely smashed down by that, to show some resistance and hold onto her freedom, but it had been far harder than it should have been. The dragon was powerful, and it was determined to have her, one way or another. \n\nShe could only imagine what the dragon would be like once Jak was king. Someone would need to be there to push it down, to give it something else to focus on, or he would become a conquering force that would never, ever stop. She needed to be that force, or find someone else that could be. Otherwise, the kingdom would go from horrible but stable to completely unstable. \n\n[i]He can be a good king…but he needs that distraction…that thing that can take him…[/i]\n\nShe was half-sure that she could do that, if she could find a way around being marked. As…as much as she wanted him, she knew that was a real danger, and she didn’t dare actually let him mark her. \n\n[i]Even if it would be hot to give in that much…[/i]\n\nThat was the part of her that was touched by the dragon already, she was sure. She pushed it to the side. She had always had at least a little control of her life. Not always much, but always some, enough to let her at least choose what bargains to make and when. She had tantalized a pedophile with her body, had done what she could to keep Jak interested in her, and she had gained Florence’s trust and teaching once they were alone together. \n\nShe had the ability to make connections. Now, she had to remember that she had done that, and use them. \n\n“Just…take a break, at least, for a while. Tell him what he needs, tell him what we need, and wait for later. If you have to manipulate him, wouldn’t it be better to do it after he’s king rather than risk making him blow up before he gets the crown?”\n\n“…You are trying to manipulate me now, aren’t you?”\n\n“Is it working?”\n\n“No, but you make a good point, dear.” Florence patted her hand. “I’ll tone it down, at least.”\n\nThat wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for, but hopefully, that would be enough. They needed to make this work, and Minerva was the main point of common sense between them. Florence was very focused on what she wanted, Jak was focused on what he wanted, and she was the one that, oddly enough, could put her obsessions behind her and focus on keeping them from getting themselves killed. \n\n[i]Not where I expected to be…[/i]\n\nNor where she wanted to be, if she was completely honest, but if someone had to do it, she’d take up the role and make it work. She just hoped that it would be enough. \n\nJak joined them a few minutes later, the lizard man entering the great hall in that same loincloth that he had been wearing for the entirety of the time she’d known him. Minerva nodded at him as she worked her way through some porridge that another servant had brought to the hall, stuffing her beak to ensure that she didn’t feel hungry later. Jak gave her one glance, then looked at the succubus. \n\n“How do we get to the king?” he asked. \n\n“Well…” \n\nMinerva fixed the succubus with a firm stare, and Florence sighed. \n\n“I was going to have you mark as many nobles in the next ring as you could, but that’s more for me to enjoy than anything practical,” the succubus said. “It’s almost tax season at the moment. Secure one household, capture a few taxmen, and the king will have to respond to a threat to both his finances and his nobles. From there, all you have to do is follow them in when they take your dragon-marked nobles into the spire.”\n\n“Are you saying that we should let ourselves get arrested?” \n\n“No, no, nothing of the sort. They’ll come out here with a transport to get the newly-marked nobles brought to the king, so that he can try and remove your mark. When they do, find a way to hide in the transport, or under it. Get out when you reach the palace, and then make your way to the king. From there, it’s quite simple, dear. Or at least, I hope it is; you are following me, right?”\n\nJak nodded, and Minerva let out a breath that she hadn’t been entirely sure that she’d been holding. That was a much better streak of advice than she had expected, and it was a lot better than the last one that the succubus had given. A little condescending, but that was to be expected from Florence. \n\nThey sat in silence for a few more minutes, and she half-expected that she’d need to start the next line of conversation. Instead, Jak surprised her with a sudden question that she should have thought to ask. \n\n“Is the king a cub-lover?” \n\nMinerva almost spat her porridge across the table at that question, and Florence chuckled. \n\n“He’s been known to enjoy them in the past, though it has been some time since he had.”\n\n“Still, if he’s done it once, then he’ll likely be tempted again.”\n\n“Excuse me?!” Minerva sputtered. “I thought you didn’t like me going around and fucking everyone.”\n\n“I don’t. But if it gives us a way in, then I will take it.”\n\nShe looked the lizard man in the eye, and she knew that he was telling the bluntest truth. The anger and possessiveness of the dragon had faded again, waning in comparison to the urge to start breaking his enemies once more. The rage, the need for vengeance, the cool, calculating Jak was back. \n\nShe wasn’t sure if this was the better one. \n\nThe succubus and the gryphon shared a glance for a moment, and she knew that Florence felt the same. While this version of Jak was more controlled, it was also something that was kept too tightly wound to be effective in the long run. When he snapped, he would snap hard, and anyone in the area would be in danger. She would have to keep an eye on him to make sure that she wasn’t in the danger zone. \n\n“But first we have to get to the palace,” Minerva said. “So, let’s focus on that part, first.”\n\n“Yes. How do we do that?” Jak asked. \n\n“I spent some time talking to Earnest last night, and the lord Vadoir told me about some of his, um, friends further up the noble ladder. I think I can get us into one of those mansions, if he can give us a good reason for visiting them.”\n\n“Then that’s our way forward.”\n\n“There’s, um, one catch, though,” Minerva said. \n\nThe lizard man arched an eyebrow. She glanced down at his loincloth. \n\n“You’re going to have to lose that.”\n\n“…What?” \n\n“It’s the whole ‘savage’ thing,” she hurried to say. “Even as a bodyguard, they wouldn’t let you into the next part of the city like that. And you know, everyone’s going to be talking about the ‘savage’ that was wandering the streets and trying to find an inn. We need you to look different.”\n\n“She’s got a point, hon,” Florence added. \n\nMinerva winced as Jak didn’t say anything. If anything, he looked rather irritated, gradually turning his head to look down at his groin. His loincloth covered his crotch, but only just, particularly when he was even slightly aroused. The fact that he was completely flaccid right now spoke volumes to how much more in-control he was of himself, and how much he was feeling the rage rather than the need to control that the dragon always had. That said, she was concerned just how quiet he was being. \n\n[i]Is it that big of a deal?[/i] she wondered. [i]But we need to get rid of it. If he keeps walking around like that, everyone will remember him, and everyone will know what we’re doing. He has to blend in.[/i]\n\nThe silence continued until Jak finally sighed. The reptilian man got to his feet, reached down to the loincloth, and ripped it off. It landed on the table, and he carefully folded it up before sticking it under his arms. Without his cocks out, his groin looked rather…empty, and it was strange to look at it like that. \n\n“Satisfied?” he asked. \n\n“Huh? Oh, um…partly,” she said. “We also have to, um…”\n\n“…What?”\n\n“Put proper clothes on you.”\n\n“No.”\n\n“Jak, we have to,” she said. “It’s not…it’s not like I want to, but if you walk in with nothing but your scales, everyone is going to remember you. You have to blend in. You have to be a little sneaky for a bit.”\n\n“What do you know about that?”\n\n“More than you do. How do you think I survived before I met the bandits?”\n\n“…”\n\n“The more people that notice you, the more will chase after you when they find out that you did something that you weren’t supposed to. Florence’s idea is basically to commit a crime and then let the victims get found; if we do that, and everyone remembers that the ‘savage’ lizard came through, how long do you think it’s going to take for them to track you down? Everyone will remember seeing you. They’ll be able to point you out, recognize you the minute that you step foot on the street again. \n\n“All you have to do to stop that is to put on some regular clothes for a while. Not even anything fancy, just…enough to cover up for a bit. It’s not that bad. Just…just to keep people from finding you.”\n\nIt was harder and harder to keep talking the longer that he kept staring at her, but she knew that she had to say it. The dragon side was more interested in what she had to say, while the Jak that was fighting against it was a little bit too distracted to have too much pride to get in the way. This Jak, this controlled Jak, was much more focused on what he could and couldn’t do, and the idea of someone like her telling him how to do his job obviously grated. \n\nYet, at the same time, he sighed. He got to his feet. \n\n“Take me to the raccoon’s chamber. I’ll see if there is anything there that fits. I doubt there will be.”\n\n“There will be,” she said, getting to her feet. “Come on. Let’s get this done.”\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Minerva’s Lessons

Chapter 12: 

For BigChris369

By Draconicon







Morning passed and afternoon followed, and Jak drowned out most of his worries by fucking them into the female under him. The raccoon woman had taken his cocks, and then his enhanced, merged shaft, into her pussy and her asshole, and both were gaping far more than they had been. They dripped with his seed, and her eyes were rolled back, her tongue hanging out, and her body shivering from one end to the other. She was, to put it mildly, fucked silly, and he had no doubt that she’d be completely useless for the next day and a half. Probably hadn’t had so many orgasms from her husband, ever, and now, she would be completely ruined for anyone but him. 

No need for the mark of a dragon when you can do that…

Shaking his head, he slid out of her, letting her fall to the ground. She didn’t get up, but rather spasmed on the floor, her pussy clenching against the flood of seed that was slowly dripping out, her asshole clenching and squirting some of his cum across the floor. Shaking his head, Jak stepped over her, leaving the curvy, lactating woman behind. 

“Stay here. Sleep, if you can.”

“Nnnngh. Yes…yes, Master…”

She didn’t say anything else. He wasn’t sure if she remembered how to say anything else. 

Shaking his head, he made his way through the manor. He could go down to Florence again, but something put him off going to see her. The smugness that she had, the way that she treated him like an idiot when he didn’t immediately grasp something: it was the side of the succubus that he didn’t like, the side that meant that she was probably starving. Not something that he needed to deal with when he was still sorting himself out. 

She was right, too, which was the other reason not to go and see her. She had made it clear that she would see him king, and she was…

Well, she was right. He needed to be king if he wanted to get what he wanted, and that would give him even more than revenge once he took the throne. He would have everything that any man desired, and more besides. 

And Minerva…

That was what he needed, he realized. He needed to find the little girl and talk to her. That would help him. That would make him feel better. 

He turned on his heel, walking through the manor with nothing but a loincloth. The servants that he passed looked down their noses at him, but he no longer cared. The city as a whole could just fuck off, as far as he was concerned. Savage or not, he was who he was, and if they were that bothered by it, they’d be all the more bothered when he was king. Then he’d be rubbing it in their faces. No way was he putting on more civilized clothes. 

Still, it was irritating to have servant after servant looking like they’d want to do nothing more than shove him into proper clothes as he walked by. By the time that he found Minerva in the library, the little gryphon seated at a research desk with a book propped open, he was ready to throw the next servant that looked at him funny out a window. Defenestration, he believed that was called. 

The gryphon looked up as he entered the room, and she smiled. 

“Jak.”

“Minerva.”

“You look happier.”

“And you look less terrified.”

“Well, you were getting angry down there. And Florence was making it worse. Much, much worse.”

“Yes…she was.”

He walked over to the desk and sat down on the opposite side, looking the little girl over. She had pulled on a robe of sorts, but he could smell that someone else had touched her. She had gotten the same sort of ‘distraction’ as he had, though she had been the one in charge. He cocked his head to the side, looking her over. She rubbed the back of her head, closing her book. 

“Is that bad?” she asked. 

“What?”

“That I…needed that?”

“…No.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

She nodded, though whether she believed him, he didn’t know. She didn’t question it, though, and that was the important thing. It meant that she was at least working off of the assumption that it might be true. 

He had always found that sex or fighting was the best way to get rid of stress, and that had never been proven otherwise to him. If he was angry, if something had gone wrong, then taking someone to bed and venting that stress on them worked surprisingly well. Taking someone out to the training yard or any other open area was a good way to get rid of the various angers and resentments that built up from other sources, too, and he regularly made use of the sparring partners that he gained over the years for that. 

There was nothing wrong with fucking to get rid of the bad feelings. He might actually make that a law. 

I could, he realized. I could make that a law. I could make everything that’s wrong be better. And who would stop me?

He could just cut down anyone that stood in his way. As the warrior he was, he could fight nearly anyone one on one, and the army would ensure that he had the back-up to take down anyone that was more…stubborn. He could do anything that he liked to change the world. 

The more that he thought about it, the more attractive the whole ‘being king’ became. The responsibilities would be difficult, but the rewards would be great. 

“Are you…thinking of her proposal, still?” Minerva asked. 

“Not thinking about it.”

“…You made a decision?”

“…Yes.”

“The same one that you told her?”

He nodded. The gryphon rubbed her head, looking down at the desk. He could tell that she wasn’t entirely happy with the decision, but he wasn’t backing down now. Not when he had so much to gain. Not when it was the only way forward. 

Still, she didn’t object to it. Instead, she took a deep breath, then let it out. 

“I’m going to help.”

“How?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. 

“The same way that I have been. And being someone else besides Florence that can give you ideas.”

“She isn’t exactly an advisor, you know.”

“Isn’t she? She’s already gotten you to agree to this.”

“It gives me what I want. That’s all.”

“And what happens when she wants more than the favor you already owe her?”

“Then she has to earn it.”

“Does she?”

The way that the little gryphon asked him that made him stifle the immediate answer. Jak pressed one hand to his chin, leaning on his fist as he thought it through. 

The more that he considered the matter, the more that he realized that Florence had gotten a number of favors out of him over the years. He had considered it merely following the best course of action, but the more that he thought about it, the more he realized that he had been following her ‘suggestions’ for years, doing what she wanted and giving her what she asked for. 

His eyes widened slightly, and Minerva nodded. 

“See?”

“…She is a sneaky one.”

“Yeah…she’s pretty proud of how well she can manipulate you, let me tell you.”

“Is she, now?”

Minerva nodded. That was news to him, but hardly surprising. A succubus had her secrets, and Florence had hers in abundance. He would have to be considerably more careful with how they worked together in the future. 

Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his arms. The gryphon didn’t say anything else, and it was clear that she was waiting for him to speak. What did he want to say, though? What could he say to make up for what had happened so far?

Jak was not a man that was normally affected much by guilt, but he had been doing enough soul-searching between fucking the raccoon woman and getting ready for the next round to be aware of his behavior of late. He had become more controlling, and he had dragged the little gryphon with him into a scheme of revenge that had no bearing on her. 

In short, he had dragged her out of her life and made her be part of his. There was no getting around that, and he had to face facts. If he wanted her help, then he needed to treat her properly. She needed to be included, not just as an asset, but as an equal. Particularly if he wanted her help with Florence, and considering that she had noticed something that he hadn’t, that was crucial. 

More than that, he needed to make sure that she was on his side for good reasons, not through fear, and not through the dragon marking. Despite how much he wanted to mark her, to take her, he knew better. It would not end well for either of them. 

“…Do you remember why I want them all dead?” he asked. 

“They killed your family. Slaughtered your people.”

“Yes. We were…close. Very close. Closer than any other family that I’ve seen.”

“They were blood. And you…blood matters to you,” she said, looking down and away. 

He cocked his head to the side for a moment, but nodded. She wasn’t wrong. Blood mattered. It mattered a lot. 

“The king has to go…but there will be others that come after. And I need someone…someone that can help keep me focused. The dragon…”

“It wants to go crazy in you.”

He nodded. It was right there, right at the edge of his awareness at all times. He could feel the way that it was trying to reach out even then, wanting to reach across the table and grab hold of the gryphon, to throw her over the side and start rutting her. It wanted to take her, fuck her, break her. 

And he wanted to do it. He wanted to feel her tight little holes around his cock. It wasn’t just that she was a cub, that she had done it before, that she knew how to take it without getting hurt. It was the fact that she knew what she was doing, that she was giving herself to him, and that he was giving himself to her. There was something different, special, to taking his property and – 

She is not property.

The part of him that was still in charge slammed down on that thought, not letting it spread any further in his mind. He wasn’t going to give in that easily, and he wasn’t going to let the dragon just run rampant. Not now, not here, not with her. 

Taking a deep breath, he nodded again. 

“It wants to go crazy. And it wants you.”

“…Me?”

“Outside of killing, it wants you more than anything. You…belong to it, it feels…I feel…”

“And?”

“…And I know what it will do. Do you remember the raccoon woman?”

“I remember.”

“That will happen to you if I let it do what it wants. I don’t want that.”

“…Why?”

“Why?”

“Why don’t you want that? I’ve seen your face. You enjoy seeing someone broken. You like to do that to people. Why wouldn’t you want to do…that…to me?”

Jak shrugged. 

“I can’t give you a good reason. I don’t even know. All I know is that it’s not going to be good for either of us if it happens. So…until we find a way to figure it out, we aren’t going to be doing that again. Not in a way that lets me slide inside you, anyway. I will lose control if I do.”

“…And in any other way?”

“No.”

“…” 

“…Do you want it that badly?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “I thought that you’d be happy.”

“I – well, I shouldn’t, but – I don’t know…”

Minerva rubbed her arm, shaking her head again. For his part, Jak didn’t quite understand what was going on, but he knew that there was something unsaid. 

The dragon part of him, however, was already preening, more than slightly self-satisfied in the back of his mind. It liked the fact that she wanted them. It liked the fact that the little cub was more than willing to put herself out there, that she wanted to risk the marking for them. And why not? After all, they were the sexiest – 

Shut up.

He pushed the thought away, sighing as he got to his feet. 

“I’m going to rest. Tomorrow, we’ll talk with Florence. Get her ideas. Then you can tell me the holes in them.”

“Tomorrow? That soon?”

“We’ve wasted two days already. We aren’t going to waste a third.”

“…Fair.”

“Tomorrow. Sleep well, girl.”

#

As the lizard man left the library, Minerva watched him go with a slow shake of her head. She’d known that he would be pushing to do more before long, but tomorrow? They’d barely managed to get settled in the manor to begin with, and they were already planning on leaving? She didn’t even know – 

The panic was rising already, and she had to force it back down, taking several deep breaths to force herself to be more focused. She needed to start pumping Earnest for more information. He would probably know other cub lovers in the middle part of the city, or in the higher ranks. These people tended to know each other, sharing resources and covering one another’s backs. That meant that he probably knew someone that was looking for a new pint-sized lover, someone that she and Jak could sidle up to and get some support from. 

That means fucking him more, and that means finding out what else he knows, and…and…

And making a list, checking it against Florence’s knowledge of the city and seeing what they could work with, and…and then having to make sure that the succubus wasn’t hiding anything from them tomorrow, and – 

Oh, the list was growing. It was growing fast, and she didn’t know just how big it was going to get. She huffed softly, staring down at the desk in front of her. The world spun, and she almost fainted right then and there from the overwhelming fear of what lay ahead. 

The gryphon slapped herself, and the world came back into focus. She breathed hard through her nose, huffing past her beak before getting herself under control again. She had gotten this far, and she wasn’t stopping here. 

Keep him safe, and he’ll keep you safe, she thought, curling her fingers until her claws caught the top of the table, raking lines through the wood. Just make sure that he stays safe, and he’ll make sure that you stay safe. That’s the deal. That’s always been the deal.

It was just going to be a lot harder to keep him safe on this scale. She’d have to hope that they got it right soon, that they could take the king down fast. Jak wasn’t going to be able to hold the dragon back for long; she’d seen it in his eyes several times, and that other side of him was getting stronger by the day. It was reaching for her, and she wasn’t sure that she’d be able to say no if it got its hands on her. 

She shook her head. The very fact that she wanted him as much as she did concerned her, worried her, but there was little that she could do about it. She’d enjoyed the first time that he took her, and ever since she’d learned how good her body could feel at the brothel, she had wanted to try more with him than just taking it doggy-style. She wanted to feel him on top of her, to feel her hips pushing back against him, to put her magics to use and work his dicks until they were as addicted to her as she was – 

The realization of what she was about to think hit her like a rampaging bull, and she stared straight ahead, her mouth falling open. 

I’m addicted to him…

It was a low-level addiction, admittedly, but it was still a pretty big one, something that would make it all the harder for her to leave when the time came. If it ever did. That was a possibility. She had joined with him, and if she ever broke with him, then the dragon might come out and decide that it wasn’t going to let that happen. For that matter, Jak might decide to make it a rule that she couldn’t leave, and if she tried, he would force her to come back. That was something that might happen if he became king. 

Some part of her rather liked the idea of someone becoming that obsessive over her, but that was for another time. The gryphon got to her feet, making her way through the manor. She needed to ‘talk’ to Earnest again. 

# 

By morning, Minerva had the names of four different families that might be useful to them on the other side of the wall. The next ring would be filled with noble families, and they would only be able to accompany the Vadoirs as guests as the Vadoirs themselves would be guests to the nobles in the next ring, but as long as they could get to another family, it would allow them to leapfrog their way further and further into the city. Perhaps not as quickly as Jak wanted, but they would be able to do it. 

She managed to get a shower that morning, too, before making her way down to breakfast. Her feathers were still in the process of drying when she reached the main hall and found Florence polishing off her breakfast of a squirrel servant. The young male, scarcely reaching his adult age, collapsed backwards, his stiff prick jumping as if it was shooting cum but letting out nothing. She imagined that he was already at the stage of dry orgasms, if Florence had been feasting as long as she seemed to have been. 

Minerva didn’t even blush, merely waving her hand and staff to cover the young man in a spell of invisibility. No need for other servants coming in to see him and wonder what had happened to him. The feline-esque succubus turned to her. 

“Awww, using magic on your own again?” she asked, smiling. “Well, it doesn’t drain you as much as it used to, at least.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“And yet, you’re so tense. What’s the matter?”

“You, mostly.”

“Me?”

“You need to stop pushing Jak. He’s…he’s going to snap, one of these days.”

“I can handle him, dear. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Dear, he is only part-dragon. Any succubus can handle something like that.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Have you looked into his eyes when the dragon’s coming out?” she asked. Florence shook her head. “I have. And I’ve looked into your eyes when your power is coming out. His is worse. His is a whole lot worse.”

“…Do tell me, dear. How?”

“Yours comes from pleasure, seduction, and…and that kind of stuff,” she said, nodding down at the invisible squirrel. “His? His is something different. His owns whatever it touches. It collars everything that it comes into contact with. And then, it makes you like it. It makes you want to be there, to crave being under his heel. I…

“I don’t want you to go through that. You taught me, you made my life better. So please, please, listen to me when I tell you, don’t do this. You’re not going to come out on top, and it’s only going to make everything worse. Just help him. Stop trying to push him, and just help him, for all our sakes.”

“…You genuinely believe that, don’t you?”

“I do.”

Minerva nodded, remembering the way that those hungry eyes had stared her down, the way that they had been pushing into her soul, how she had felt like she was the prey under them. It had taken everything that she had to offer to keep from being completely smashed down by that, to show some resistance and hold onto her freedom, but it had been far harder than it should have been. The dragon was powerful, and it was determined to have her, one way or another. 

She could only imagine what the dragon would be like once Jak was king. Someone would need to be there to push it down, to give it something else to focus on, or he would become a conquering force that would never, ever stop. She needed to be that force, or find someone else that could be. Otherwise, the kingdom would go from horrible but stable to completely unstable. 

He can be a good king…but he needs that distraction…that thing that can take him…

She was half-sure that she could do that, if she could find a way around being marked. As…as much as she wanted him, she knew that was a real danger, and she didn’t dare actually let him mark her. 

Even if it would be hot to give in that much…

That was the part of her that was touched by the dragon already, she was sure. She pushed it to the side. She had always had at least a little control of her life. Not always much, but always some, enough to let her at least choose what bargains to make and when. She had tantalized a pedophile with her body, had done what she could to keep Jak interested in her, and she had gained Florence’s trust and teaching once they were alone together. 

She had the ability to make connections. Now, she had to remember that she had done that, and use them. 

“Just…take a break, at least, for a while. Tell him what he needs, tell him what we need, and wait for later. If you have to manipulate him, wouldn’t it be better to do it after he’s king rather than risk making him blow up before he gets the crown?”

“…You are trying to manipulate me now, aren’t you?”

“Is it working?”

“No, but you make a good point, dear.” Florence patted her hand. “I’ll tone it down, at least.”

That wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for, but hopefully, that would be enough. They needed to make this work, and Minerva was the main point of common sense between them. Florence was very focused on what she wanted, Jak was focused on what he wanted, and she was the one that, oddly enough, could put her obsessions behind her and focus on keeping them from getting themselves killed. 

Not where I expected to be…

Nor where she wanted to be, if she was completely honest, but if someone had to do it, she’d take up the role and make it work. She just hoped that it would be enough. 

Jak joined them a few minutes later, the lizard man entering the great hall in that same loincloth that he had been wearing for the entirety of the time she’d known him. Minerva nodded at him as she worked her way through some porridge that another servant had brought to the hall, stuffing her beak to ensure that she didn’t feel hungry later. Jak gave her one glance, then looked at the succubus. 

“How do we get to the king?” he asked. 

“Well…” 

Minerva fixed the succubus with a firm stare, and Florence sighed. 

“I was going to have you mark as many nobles in the next ring as you could, but that’s more for me to enjoy than anything practical,” the succubus said. “It’s almost tax season at the moment. Secure one household, capture a few taxmen, and the king will have to respond to a threat to both his finances and his nobles. From there, all you have to do is follow them in when they take your dragon-marked nobles into the spire.”

“Are you saying that we should let ourselves get arrested?” 

“No, no, nothing of the sort. They’ll come out here with a transport to get the newly-marked nobles brought to the king, so that he can try and remove your mark. When they do, find a way to hide in the transport, or under it. Get out when you reach the palace, and then make your way to the king. From there, it’s quite simple, dear. Or at least, I hope it is; you are following me, right?”

Jak nodded, and Minerva let out a breath that she hadn’t been entirely sure that she’d been holding. That was a much better streak of advice than she had expected, and it was a lot better than the last one that the succubus had given. A little condescending, but that was to be expected from Florence. 

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, and she half-expected that she’d need to start the next line of conversation. Instead, Jak surprised her with a sudden question that she should have thought to ask. 

“Is the king a cub-lover?” 

Minerva almost spat her porridge across the table at that question, and Florence chuckled. 

“He’s been known to enjoy them in the past, though it has been some time since he had.”

“Still, if he’s done it once, then he’ll likely be tempted again.”

“Excuse me?!” Minerva sputtered. “I thought you didn’t like me going around and fucking everyone.”

“I don’t. But if it gives us a way in, then I will take it.”

She looked the lizard man in the eye, and she knew that he was telling the bluntest truth. The anger and possessiveness of the dragon had faded again, waning in comparison to the urge to start breaking his enemies once more. The rage, the need for vengeance, the cool, calculating Jak was back. 

She wasn’t sure if this was the better one. 

The succubus and the gryphon shared a glance for a moment, and she knew that Florence felt the same. While this version of Jak was more controlled, it was also something that was kept too tightly wound to be effective in the long run. When he snapped, he would snap hard, and anyone in the area would be in danger. She would have to keep an eye on him to make sure that she wasn’t in the danger zone. 

“But first we have to get to the palace,” Minerva said. “So, let’s focus on that part, first.”

“Yes. How do we do that?” Jak asked. 

“I spent some time talking to Earnest last night, and the lord Vadoir told me about some of his, um, friends further up the noble ladder. I think I can get us into one of those mansions, if he can give us a good reason for visiting them.”

“Then that’s our way forward.”

“There’s, um, one catch, though,” Minerva said. 

The lizard man arched an eyebrow. She glanced down at his loincloth. 

“You’re going to have to lose that.”

“…What?” 

“It’s the whole ‘savage’ thing,” she hurried to say. “Even as a bodyguard, they wouldn’t let you into the next part of the city like that. And you know, everyone’s going to be talking about the ‘savage’ that was wandering the streets and trying to find an inn. We need you to look different.”

“She’s got a point, hon,” Florence added. 

Minerva winced as Jak didn’t say anything. If anything, he looked rather irritated, gradually turning his head to look down at his groin. His loincloth covered his crotch, but only just, particularly when he was even slightly aroused. The fact that he was completely flaccid right now spoke volumes to how much more in-control he was of himself, and how much he was feeling the rage rather than the need to control that the dragon always had. That said, she was concerned just how quiet he was being. 

Is it that big of a deal? she wondered. But we need to get rid of it. If he keeps walking around like that, everyone will remember him, and everyone will know what we’re doing. He has to blend in.

The silence continued until Jak finally sighed. The reptilian man got to his feet, reached down to the loincloth, and ripped it off. It landed on the table, and he carefully folded it up before sticking it under his arms. Without his cocks out, his groin looked rather…empty, and it was strange to look at it like that. 

“Satisfied?” he asked. 

“Huh? Oh, um…partly,” she said. “We also have to, um…”

“…What?”

“Put proper clothes on you.”

“No.”

“Jak, we have to,” she said. “It’s not…it’s not like I want to, but if you walk in with nothing but your scales, everyone is going to remember you. You have to blend in. You have to be a little sneaky for a bit.”

“What do you know about that?”

“More than you do. How do you think I survived before I met the bandits?”

“…”

“The more people that notice you, the more will chase after you when they find out that you did something that you weren’t supposed to. Florence’s idea is basically to commit a crime and then let the victims get found; if we do that, and everyone remembers that the ‘savage’ lizard came through, how long do you think it’s going to take for them to track you down? Everyone will remember seeing you. They’ll be able to point you out, recognize you the minute that you step foot on the street again. 

“All you have to do to stop that is to put on some regular clothes for a while. Not even anything fancy, just…enough to cover up for a bit. It’s not that bad. Just…just to keep people from finding you.”

It was harder and harder to keep talking the longer that he kept staring at her, but she knew that she had to say it. The dragon side was more interested in what she had to say, while the Jak that was fighting against it was a little bit too distracted to have too much pride to get in the way. This Jak, this controlled Jak, was much more focused on what he could and couldn’t do, and the idea of someone like her telling him how to do his job obviously grated. 

Yet, at the same time, he sighed. He got to his feet. 

“Take me to the raccoon’s chamber. I’ll see if there is anything there that fits. I doubt there will be.”

“There will be,” she said, getting to her feet. “Come on. Let’s get this done.”





The End






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