Erude’s eyes grew wide, his fangs slipping from between his smeared lips. His belly clenched painfully, claws grasping the soft, yielding flesh of the rabbit. Lips met the downy fur of Saarna’s belly, plummeting into the weave of damp pubic fur. The aroma of the rabbit’s lust, the musky odor of his supple body, all would thrill the cat, spurring his need to claim the wanting slave. His tongue slithered through the tangled fur, tasting the sweat and the sweet dew which flowed from those gushing lips. Since he had first laid eyes on the rabbit, seeing him for what he was, Erude had desired nothing more than to meet those honeyed lips with a kiss. He would do so now, pressing his mouth to the blooming flower of Saarna’s womanhood. The rabbit shrieked his love to make the very bed shake upon its frame, the chamber vibrating with the screams which echoed down the empty halls. “M-My lord,” Saarna wailed. “I-I, oh my.” Erude pressed harder, his teeth nibbling the fleshy lobes, suckling the dew from those petals. His tongue lapped the sweet elixir, tracing the swollen labia to find the hardened bud that was Saarna’s clit. He flicked that firm nub, caressing it, rousing the rabbit into a paroxysm of tortuous ecstasy. The slave would now at last be at the mercy of his master’s cruel hands. And such cruelties Erude did have in mind. He licked the hard nub, his teeth closing around Saarna’s clit, biting sharply to raise a squawk from the rabbit. Pain and exquisite pleasure would vie within the brain of Saarna, the slave unable to do more than tremble as the feline’s rough tongue slid along the lobes of his gushing bloom. Erude plunged deep, his tongue swirling around the slick, quivering walls of Saarna’s vagina. Into a world wholly alien and at once so familiar to him, as if such a place were made only for him, he would strike the rabbit’s core. Saarna arched his back with a gasp, his thighs closing around Erude’s head. The rasp of fur in his ears, the cat pulled back, curling his tongue to lap the honey which poured forth to flow into his mouth. Sweeter than the finest of wines, he drank of that potent brew, letting it pool into his belly to set his lust aflame. Erude tore his mouth from Saarna’s slick cunny, his lips glistening with the slippery juice. His hands on the rabbit’s thighs, he lowered himself, his mouth reaching for Saarna’s heaving belly. He traveled the soft expanse, feeling the gentle rise and fall of the rabbit’s panting breaths as he sought the erect nipple which rose up from the tan weave. His teeth claimed the firm bud, pinching and biting, spurring Saarna to scream his elation. Erude seized the curved hips, finding them to be much wider and rounder than he had previously imagined. Such hips were made for breeding, for carrying the warm, squirming life in the rabbit’s hungry womb. Life which he would seed. Erude’s cock wept, spurting his precum to ooze down Saarna’s thigh. He must not tarry, for to fail in his holy assignment would be a tragedy to the eyes of his god. Yes, he thought, seeing the green gaze of the rabbit, he must not fail. His mouth would depart from Saarna’s nipple, finding the empty chalice of the rabbit’s collarbone. Still sticky with the crimson wine which now seeped through the cracks in the marble like spilled blood, he suckled the stiff fur, his lips tracing the curve of Saarna’s throat, grazing the golden collar which glimmered faintly, finding the delicate jaw, the soft, black lips which shimmered so wetly. His tip pushed between the rabbit’s thighs, meeting the wet folds of Saarna’s flower. Erude bucked his hips, parting the slick labia, stretching the quivering slit to make Saarna suddenly shudder with a pained gasp. “Ah, my lord, do not fear,” he whispered. His lips closed on Erude’s mouth with a smack of wet flesh. “I am simply unprepared for such a display of manhood.” “Is that what the masters teach you to say, slave?” the cat asked. “Mmm, it is our first lesson,” the rabbit replied, taking Erude’s head in his hands. “Now, if my lord would proceed, I shall instruct him on our second lesson.” Lips pressing together, Saarna’s hips began to move. Slowly, the rabbit would bring the feline into him, his warmth, his smooth, quivering flesh closing around the throbbing rod of Erude, he guided the cat into that dark and alien world. Erude’s belly clenched, the breath escaping from his lungs in a great whoosh as he tore his swollen mouth from the chalice of Saarna. Shimmering saliva clung from his lower lip, glimmering in the guttering light of the oil lamps, his fur luminous in the silver of the cascading moonlight which fell through the open curtains of his great bed. Below him, the rabbit shuddered, drawing him deeper, his penis caressing the very core of Saarna, bringing the rabbit into dizzying elation. Saarna’s clawed fingers seized Erude, his hands sliding beneath the feline’s armpits, fingers spreading across the slender back as the cat would buck his hips, pushing deeper, enthralled by the wet warmth of the rabbit. Erude pulled back, his cock sliding against the shuddering walls of the rabbit’s vagina, Saarna whimpering his love to the creature who would utterly dominate him. Yet, the slave had claimed the master, for Erude had found that his desires were growing for the rabbit. He pushed forward, plunging into that enchanting world of hot sensation, his eyes closing. Every muscle, every nerve, given to the primitive lust which comes from two bodies seeking comfort in one another. He shifted, circling, now pulling back. His hands slid down Saarna’s sides, finding the hips of the rabbit. Such rounded, pleasing hips, he thought to himself. What joy it would be to take such hips in his hands night after night, to feel the longing caress of supple fingers through his fur. “Ugh, my lord,” sighed Saarna. “You are most wonderful. Your lovemaking is quite gentle.” This made the cat’s eyes snap open. His palms on the bedspread, he pushed himself up, his jaw falling. “Gentle? Me? Am I not the fearsome lover, slave?” Saarna’s smile was like that of the morning sun, his eyes more luminous than the liquid moonlight which flowed across the marble. “No, my lord, you are as gentle as the undulations of the sea.” His hands came to rest on Erude’s cheeks. “Mmm, I fear, my lord, that I am the one to be pleasured and such will not do. May I, my lord, bring you to such sweet ecstasy?” Erude was struck dumb by the rabbit. “I… Very well, Saarna. As is your duty.” Saarna’s smile would only broaden, his eyes glittering with a flame of mischief. “I shall endeavor to please you, my lord.” His thighs began to shudder, closing, his pussy tightening around Erude’s throbbing cock so that the Siamese let out a groan. Smooth, strong muscles convulsed within the rabbit, stroking Erude’s manhood, closing around him, swaddling his veiny flesh with the wet warmth of Saarna’s body. His belly swam beneath the cat, shifting, drawing Erude deep. Instinctively, Erude’s hands shot out, grasping the biceps of the rabbit, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream of utter jubilation. “That’s it, my lord,” the rabbit whispered. “Let go of yourself.” He brought the weeping face of Erude to his furry chest, the cat whimpering into the rabbit’s neck. His makeup would run down his cheeks in rivulets of azure, his mouth a smeared mess of blue, Erude plunged his face into Saarna’s collarbone, his kisses filling that cup to overflowing as the rabbit, arched his back, his belly pressing into Erude’s stomach. Erude pulled back, but Saarna would advance. He plunged forward and the rabbit retreated, guiding him deeper, only to entrap him in that succulent world of carnal bliss. His head swam, his fingers trembled as he fought to hold onto the only thing which would prevent him from being swept away on that sea of sweet bliss. “O-Oh,” Erude groaned. “Oh, Saarna.” “My lord,” the rabbit moaned in reply. “You are such a wonderful lover. No slave could ask for more.” “More,” the cat said. “I will show you more.” Summoning his flagging strength, he would seize the fleshy hips, slipping his hands to the plump globes of Saarna’s ass. Claws sinking into warm fur and jiggling flesh, he would lift the rabbit from bed, his hips never ceasing to thrust deep, to plunge into the warm abyss of the sobbing Saarna. Saarna’s hands fell from Erude’s face, fingers grasping at the velvet blanket as the feline crashed into the quivering gates of his womb. Faster, harder, Erude’s pubic bone would grind into the mons Venus of Saarna, the chamber echoing the raw slap of bare flesh, ringing the primal rhythm of life as two souls joined into one. Sweat prickled his fur, droplets of shimmering moisture falling from his face to twinkle like the very stars. “For our master, the Nameless One Below,” said Erude, “I do bless your womb, my slave.” “And I, as your slave, and slave to the Nameless One Below, do give my fecundity to you, my lord,” Saarna. Under his breath, so faint as to not be heard by the panting Erude, he would add, “My love.” Erude’s balls churned, fattened with the fresh seed which must burst forth. He let Saarna fall back to the bed. Collapsing on top of the rabbit, Erude took the creature into his arms, allowing Saarna to wrap his sleek legs around his waist. His muscles dancing beneath his fur, Erude pumped, gasping, his tongue lolling. “A-Ah, I must,” he panted. “I must release. I care not if you will not allow it, Saarna.” “But, I shall,” replied the rabbit. “Bless my womb, my lord, for I am ready to receive you.” Saarna’s hands wound around the back of Erude’s neck as the cat gave a final thrust, locking their hips. His back bent painfully, he then released. Voices raised in the song of triumphant climax, Erude would erupt. Hot, bubbling seed flowed forth from his bursting tip to flood the hungry womb of Saarna. The rabbit shivered from the sudden heat which bloomed in his lower belly, his stomach gurgling softly, swelling gently with the fresh expansion as he received another ropy strand. Erude’s hips never stopped moving, the cat’s breath a rasping pant which streamed from his mouth like that of a bellows. The muscles of his firm rump clenched, spurting another strand deep. “Saarna,” he gasped. “You are truly a skilled creature.” Erude pulled his softening cock from the ruined flower of Saarna, his sticky seed clinging to his limp member, seeping into the fur of Saarna’s thigh as the glimmering ooze trickled from the bruised petals. “Amazing,” Erude said. He placed a hand on Saarna’s belly, rustling the fur. His cheeks bloomed with a sudden heat, making the cat’s eyes turn cold. With a sharp hiss, he wrenched his hand from the rabbit as if he had touched something venomous. Saarna reached for his love, eager to embrace the cat in the afterglow of their joining, but was rebuffed with a slap to his outstretched hand. Saarna recoiled, his mouth becoming a frown as he watched Erude leap from the bed. “My lord,” he said, his lip beginning to quiver. “Have I… Have I offended you?” Taking a seat on the cushioned stool before his vanity, Erude crossed his slim legs and reached for the jar which contained his lip paint. “Offended? No, slave, you have not. However, I believe that you forget yourself.” He turned, his tail curling as he looked towards Saarna. “Your duty is done. I shall have a servant escort you back to the harem rooms.” Standing up from the stool Erude promptly moved towards a long, velvet rope which dangled from the high ceiling. Giving a tug, he then waited for the rat servant to once more materialize in the doorway. The creature returned a shifty stare, not daring to speak to one of Erude’s station. “Servant, do escort this slave to his chambers.” He indicated Saarna, who was just rising from the bed. “And clean up the mess I made on the floor. Oh, and more wine.” He paused, sucking his lower lip as Saarna knelt to retrieve his discarded loincloth. He could see the trickle of his spent seed flowing down the rabbit’s thigh as he affixed the cloth into place. “Yes, more wine.” Saarna, his ears drooping, did not return the icy glare of Erude as he glided through the curtained doorway. Not a word was spoken between them, as if the moment had never happened. Alone, Erude returned to the vanity and slumped onto his stool. His fingers groped the golden tentacle, the fetish of his god, finding the curling limb oddly warm to his touch. “Magnificent,” he muttered to the glittering figure. “Simply, magnificent.” Setting aside the golden sculpture, he reached for the jar of his paints, his reflection staring back with a harlequin’s mottled leer. “Mmm, my word,” he said to himself. “That rabbit surely has left his mark on you.” He took up the jar, dipping a finger into the azure paint. Bringing his finger to his lip he then stopped, gazing at the frosty eyes which peered back from the depths of that polished glass. “Stop looking at me like that,” he snapped. “It’s not as if I have feelings for him. Why, he is only a slave, a mere piece of meat to be used for the glory of our eternal master.” He shoved the jar aside, his elbows coming to rest on the vanity. “So why then, do I still think about him?” Erude buried his head into his hands, his claws digging into the fur which, in spite of the cloying spice of the incense which filled the chamber, still smelled faintly of the pungent odor of Saarna’s sweat. The rabbit was no more than any other slave, bred for his use as a leader of their cult. Meat for the horror which dwelled in the recesses of the depths, glorious though he was. He should not have feelings towards such a creature, it was absurd. A jingle came from the doorway and Erude whirled with venom in his eyes to find that the rat had returned bearing a jug of crimson wine and a single goblet of gold, studded with rubies. “Yes,” said Erude. “That is good, servant.” He motioned towards the moonlit railing. There, a pair of chairs sat, a small table between them. “You may place it there and then leave.” “Shall I clean the floor, my lord,” said the servant. Erude’s eye turned to the red puddle on the marble and then back to the rat. “Leave it for now. I will summon you later. Now be gone.” The rodent scurried from the chamber, leaving the cat alone once more. He dared not to return to his bed, though a bone weariness suffused his limbs. The bedspread still smelled of Saarna, the rabbit’s warmth yet clung to the velvet blanket, serving only to remind Erude of the creature. Instead, he came to sit in one of the chairs, his fur silver in the moonlight as he poured out the glimmering scarlet wine. He brought the noxious brew to his mouth, the cool liquid caressing his parting lips. Erude lowered the goblet without taking a sip, his fingers tapping the golden cup. “What is the use?” he asked. “He is nothing to me. I must forget him.” The bell above his door then rang again and Erude sprang from his seat with a fury twisting his face. “Damnable rodent,” he shouted. “I thought I told you--” The cat’s voice suddenly stopped as through the curtains came the hunched form of the old toad, Paarthas. The creature goggled at the cat, seemingly unfazed by the ruined makeup of Erude’s face, nor his unbridled nudity. “Elder,” said the feline. “What brings you here, again?” The old toad’s throat swelled, rumbling in his boulder speech. “You have another task, Erude.” “Another?” laughed the cat. “My word, such a feat to bless two in one evening. I am unsure if even my prodigious stamina can handle it. But I shall, for the master.” The old toad’s eyes narrowed with an evil gleam. “Oh no, Erude, tis not you who will be performing this blessing.” From behind the elder came forth a shaggy beast of masculine terror. His canine muzzle was white as snow, falling down his bull neck to the broad, rippling muscles of his chest and stomach. His nipples glinted with two rings of gold, his narrow hips encased in a cloth of purple satin. Even still, Erude could see the frightening bulge of the wolf’s manhood, pulsing though it was not yet erect. The creature’s arms were as tree trunks, fingers powerful enough to snap his bones like dry kindling should they choose. “This is Boab,” croaked Paarthas. “He is a slave from the quarry. A powerful and virile creature, whom the elders have deemed worthy to sire a child upon you.” “Upon me?” screeched Erude. His heart instantly turned to water. “B-But, surely there is some mistake.” “No mistake, Erude,” shot Paarthas. He extended a webbed finger. “You have kept hidden from us the presence of your womb and we have no tolerance for such insolent behavior. A child born from a leader of this cult would be a boon to our god. An heir to be raised at his tentacled feet. You will do this, Erude, for you have no other choice. From your arrogant belly will usher forth the next to rule this cult.” He then turned to the wolf. “Boab, you have your duty. See that Erude performs his. As elder, you have my blessing to use whatever force you may in order to seed our dear leader’s womb.” Crossing his hands behind his back, he then brought his gaze to the shrinking feline. “And Erude, I would suggest you do not resist. Our friend, Boab, is very strong and I dare say not very gentle.” Erude’s lips slid from his white fangs. “You bastard,” he snarled. Tears streamed down his stained cheeks. “You’re enjoying this.” Paarthas shrugged. “I am but a faithful servant to the Nameless One Below, nothing more.” The toad made for the curtained doorway, stopping long enough to say, “But I do enjoy my work, Erude,” before slipping back into the shadowed hall. Erude watched the curtain fall back into place with dismay. From the throat of the enormous lupine there came a rumble, the beast making his move for the slender feline. “Do not come any closer,” hissed Erude. His claws, chips of azure, glimmered in the reflected glow of the sputtering lamps. “Else I will, I will…” “The elders have commanded this,” said the wolf. “Now, come my lord, that I may perform my requested duty.” Boab began to move, his great stride carrying him to stand before Erude with but a single step. His chest was massive, more broad than the cat had realized from where the wolf had stood by the door. Muscles like bands of steel were pressed against the taut flesh. His gaze traveled the swell of Boab’s pectorals, pausing only to marvel at the glint of gold which dangled so deliciously from the dark bud of the wolf’s nipple, before descending down the rippling abdominals to get lost in the purple cloth which swaddled Boab’s manhood. Such a rod filled that flimsy garment, its shape clearly defined against the violet fabric. Despite his trepidations, the cat could not help to feel the hot squirming in his belly, the awakening of his womb as he in turn would gaze with longing towards that succulent bulge. Boab took hold of his loincloth, undoing the knot which held it in place, allowing the garment to tumble to the floor. His manhood was a crimson pillar of veined glory, thrusting proudly from the fury confines of a white sheath. Between the muscular legs churned a pair of balls like that of two ripened coconuts. Such were their size and heft that Erude had to wonder how the wolf even managed to walk. But walk the wolf did, and quickly, his massive arms reaching for the feline. Erude let out a squall, slashing at the much larger canine, stumbling back to crash against the bed. “Ah, the bed is a much better choice,” said the wolf. “Come now, let us begin.” “No,” screamed Erude. “I-I don’t wish to.” “The elders said--” “I don’t care what that toad or his cohorts said,” spat Erude. “I am still above you, wolf, and I command you to stay back.” For an instant, the lupine wavered, as if wrestling with the order given to him by Erude. Then, with a savage grace of his kind, he pounced, tackling the cat to the mattress in a screeching flurry of fur and claws. Erude raked his fingers down the broad chest, seeming to do nothing more than to rustle the fur of the mighty wolf. His body quivered in the arms of the canine, his flower blooming despite his terror. The broad, powerful chest, crowned with its golden rings which protruded from erect nipples, rubbed so deliciously against his belly that Erude could not hold back the whorish moan which bubbled from his throat. His smeared lips parted, meeting the mouth of the wolf, pressing to Boab’s hungering lips with a kiss to stir the massive cock which was rising to throb between his slender thighs. “Uh, oh…” moaned Erude. His fingers spread across Boab’s chest. The weight of the wolf was oppressive, pinning him to the bed so that his lower body dangled off the side. His thigh came up, wrapping around the wolf’s waist so that his buttocks did slide against the heaving manhood of the Boab. “Mmm, marvelous,” he whispered, tearing his mouth from the wolf to suckle at a corded throat encased in the same golden torc as Saarna. “I shall endeavor to pleasure you, my lord,” said Boab. “But, first I believe that you must bring me to pleasure. I believe that is the way.” Erude suddenly pushed back from the wolf. His leg slipped from Boab’s waist as he shoved back the broad, furry chest. “W-What? Pleasure? I-I… No, I must not.” He squirmed from the wolf’s iron grasp, clambering over the bed, Boab in pursuit. The velvet blanket was crumpled into a heap as the pair tumbled across the mattress, tearing up the satin sheets, tossing pillows in all directions like down stuffed shrapnel. Boab clawed at Erude, his powerful hands, made strong by the stones of the quarry, closed around Erude’s ankle, but the nimble cat tugged himself free and toppled from the bed. Rolling to his feet, he padded across the slick marble to stumble around the chairs which sat before the moonlit railing. Crouching, he grasped the small table, eyes wide as the lupine beast lumbered towards him. “You must cease this, my lord,” said the wolf. “I am to do my duty and so must you.” “I will not,” whimpered Erude. “Just leave my chamber.” Boab darted around the chair, Erude scampering to the other side. The wolf leapt, Erude diving just out of reach. With a growl, the wolf then snatched up the ornate chair and hurled it across the room with a splintering crash of broken wood. Erude, giving a cry of terror, snatched up the wine goblet and tossed the crimson liquid into the wolf’s face. Such would only spur the creature to act. Baob rushed at Erude, hands extended. The cat tossed the golden cup, the empty goblet bouncing from Boab to roll across the marble floor as Erude ran. But, his foot stepped down into the scarlet puddle left by his lovemaking with Saarna. Damn that servant, he would have thought, had fear not overwhelmed his mind. Erude let out a cry as his foot gave out beneath him, the cat striking the floor with a heavy thud. The rumbling footsteps of the great wolf were coming, the hot rage in Boab’s eyes matching the lustful rising of his stiffening member. Crimson seeped into his fur, running down his broad chest between his pectorals to dance across his abdominals as the wolf dove for the feline. Erude made to rise, to run, but a sharp pain erupted in his left ankle and with an icy tendril of fear creeping up his spine, Erude knew at once that he had twisted it. Down, fell the cat, tumbling to the floor, the powerful body of Boab engulfing him. Boab scooped him up with one great arm, pinning both legs to his chest so that his ass hung below the wolf’s elbow, while his feet fluttered helplessly around his head. “No more games,” growled the wolf. “I am ready, so are you.” “Please,” wept Erude. “I-I just want you to let me go.” “I will not,” replied the wolf. “I must do as the elders have asked. “So should you.” He took the weeping cat into his arms, bringing the teary face to his. Their lips met in a kiss, Boab’s wide, flat tongue slipping between Erude’s lips to slither along the roof of his mouth. The cat’s body grew stiff, every muscle protesting, his ears flattened to his head. But, as the wolf’s tongue curled against his front teeth, he felt the tingles in his belly, the need to be taken by such a male. His arms were around the wolf’s neck, his blossom sagging between his cheeks. The scent of his musk filled the chamber, mingling with the potent incense to rouse the throbbing manhood of the wolf. Boab’s cock leaked its bitter tears, spilling onto the marble with a wet splatter. Erude tore his lips from Boab, the wolf attacking his throat, tracing the hollow of Erude’s collarbone to lay claim to a pink nipple which thrust itself from the snowy chest. “Mmm, no,” whimpered Erude. “No, I-I can’t… I can’t…” His nostrils flared, drinking the scent which wafted from his own sex. “Oh no, I-I’m going into heat.” His face bloomed crimson beneath his blue smeared fur, his heart pounding for he felt the movement in his lower belly, the opening of his womb, the need to be bred. Clasping Erude tight, lest the slippery feline should escape, Boab carried him to the bed. Depositing Erude onto the crimson bedspread, he climbed onto the mattress, one knee prying apart Erude’s thighs. “Does it please you?” Boab asked. “Please me?” whimpered Erude. His arms were raised up in a feeble defense as the looming wolf grabbed both wrists, pinning his scrawny arms to the bed. Boab’s cock, massively engorged, more a shivering spear of red flesh, the muscular knot bigger than even Erude’s fist, fell atop his heaving belly, its weight an oppressive reminder of what lay in store. “Take it,” commanded the wolf. “Lick it, my lord. Bring to me the arousal so that I may bless your womb.” His hand trembling, Erude took up the veined monstrosity. Though he wished to turn the wolf aside, he could not resist bringing that weeping tip to his lips. The salty bitter flow of Boab’s precum oozed into his mouth, his cheeks aflame as he placed his lips to the gaping urethra. With a surprising relish, he gulped the sticky elixir, savoring the bitterness which would fill his empty belly. His stomach began to swell slightly, bloating with the fluids of the wolf. His lips traveled the plump undershaft, planting his kisses down Boab’s cock. His fingers played along the veined flesh, finding the firm knot, which the cat would squeeze, eliciting a contented groan from the wolf. Boab bucked his hips, pressing his cock to Erude’s mouth, demanding that the cat should stir his arousal into a frothing boil. Erude claimed the ripe balls, cupping such an orb as his mouth rose to wrap itself around the arrowhead tip. “Mmm, my lord,” the wolf moaned. “Though I am but a slave, I shall forever remember this night.” His fur was molten silver in the light of the lowering moons, their baleful gleam masking the feeble glare of the oil lamps which cast the pair into silhouette upon the bed. Erude’s hand curled around the crimson rod, stroking the hot flesh as his lips descended. Despite his hatred for the wolf, for those wart-face elders who had ordered his humiliation, he was compelled to take the wolf into him. His throat bulged, growing full with the throbbing flesh. His tongue slid along Boab’s shaft, lapping the salty sweat, pressing it to the roof of his mouth as he pulled back. His lips closed around the wolf’s spear, sucking at the scarlet rod so that Boab would groan. The lupine’s balls churned in the hands of Erude, fattening with fresh seed. “My lord,” said the wolf. “You must not go too far. For I must not release yet.” He pulled back, plucking his rod from Erude’s mouth. Spittle clung to the weeping tip, strands of shimmering saliva connecting from Boab’s tip to Erude’s slack lips, dribbling across the cat’s chest as Boab took hold of his legs. With a yank, he parted Erude’s sleek thighs, spreading his round cheeks to reveal the wet, puckered ring. His tip pressed against the gaping mouth of Erude’s flower, stretching the shivering hole so that the cat would cry out. “Please, go slow,” Erude whimpered. There was no escape, the wolf had him pinned, overpowered. Erude could only weep his hot, angry tears as Boab’s powerful fingers sank hard into his flesh. Pain, hot, vibrant agony, arched his back as his belly began to swell before his eyes. Boab bucked his hips, driving his manhood deep, too deep, too fast. The shivering tip slammed into Erude’s prostate, the cat’s cock erupting in a fountaining burst of shimmering precum. “A-Ah,” cried Erude. His hands made to grasp something, anything, finally managing to scoop up fistfuls of the blanket. Boab pulled back, his pulsing rod sliding against the shuddering walls of Erude’s rectum. Pleasure, glorious, maddening ecstasy exploded in the cat’s brain as the wolf circled his hips and came in once more. Agony and elation, sweet torture, his mind was overwhelmed by such sensations as the wolf took him into his arms. Black lips found the cat’s neck, suckling the furry flesh, while Erude’s questing mouth blindly sought the golden ring which dangled from a nipple. Seizing it in his teeth, he pulled, tugging the ripe bud to make the great wolf rumble in bliss. “Mmm, oh,” moaned Boab. All thought had fled from his addled mind, his body given over to raw sensation. Erude licked the dark areola, letting his tongue scour the sweet flesh. Boab’s hands fell down Erude’s back, grasping the cat’s rump as he sat up, Erude in his lap. His hips swirled, bringing Erude up, circling, driving him back down. Never slowing, he stirred the virginal womb of the whimpering feline, bringing Erude into a giddy, dreamy haze. His mind all but blasted, his thoughts began to wander, seeing a rabbit with brown fur. “Saarna?” he muttered. “Saarna, don’t go.” “Who is Saarna?” asked a low voice. His eyes snapped wide, seeing the menacing countenance of the wolf. “I… Nevermind,” sighed Erude. Boab lowered him to the bed. With his great hands, he turned the cat like a stone in the quarry, which is to say, not kindly. Erude flopped onto his belly with a grunt, his ass thrust up into the air. Boab came crashing down onto him, driving his crimson lance so hard as to pulverize the last gate of Erude’s womb. “I will finish now, my lord,” said the wolf. His massive hands placed on either side of Erude, Boab bucked his hips, pressing deep. Not pulling back, he circled, his balls churning, ready to burst. The wolf’s great body shuddered, working itself into the final convulsion which would see his virile seed bursting from his tip. Hot, bubbling semen poured forth, filling the cat’s empty womb. Erude let out a cry, for such heat filled his rapidly expanding belly. His stomach heaved and by reflex he clapped a hand to his mouth for fear that he would vomit from the sheer pressure ballooning in his gut. Cold sweat prickled his flesh, one hand falling to his belly, exploring the tender abdomen which to his horror was growing beneath his fingers. Boab pumped another ropy strand deep, filling Erude’s overflowing womb, making the cat’s belly seem pregnant to six months. Erude’s stomach gurgled painfully, his anus spurting the sticky white strands of Boab’s seed to leak down his thigh. “Oh, I can’t,” moaned Erude. He lowered his head to the bed, his vision swimming. “I can’t take it anymore.” Boab pulled his softening member free with a squelch. “I have done what was asked,” he said. Rising, the wolf stood up from the bed and reached for his loincloth. Erude rolled to his side with a pained groan, one hand wrapped around his belly. With his other hand, he reached out to the wolf. “Are you not… not staying?” he asked. “Why would I, my lord?” the wolf asked in return. “I have fulfilled my duty. I am now to return to the quarry as instructed. I wish for your offspring to grow healthy.” With that, the wolf made for the curtained doorway, disappearing into the gloom to leave Erude laying alone, his arm still extended. Slowly, his lips pressed together into a thin line. Tears began to leak from the corners of his eyes, his chin quivering as his body began to quake. Lowering his arm, he drew his knees to his bloated belly, his arms around his narrow chest. With the cooling semen of the wolf spilling from his battered rump, the cat wept. Never had he felt so violated, so alone. He had been used, little more than a plaything to a brute. He had felt much like… Like Saarna? The cat’s eyes opened. Puffy and red, they darted to the doorway. “Servant,” he cried out. “Servant, damn you, come here.” From the hall would come the rat, his gaze revealing nothing as he looked upon his lord. “Servant,” said Erude. “Bring me…” He bit his lower lip, his throat bobbing. “Bring me the slave, Saarna. The rabbit. Hurry, servant, I have need of him.” Erude watched the passive creature disappear. He pushed himself up from the bed, his belly sagging over his lap. “Do not tarry,” he called to the hallway. In a suddenly quiet voice, he then added, “I really must see him once more.”