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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b]Master and his Servants[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nThe dragon shifted as he awoke from his slumber. Beside him, he heard someone else moving. Glancing over, he saw the pair, a rabbit and a tiger, both as naked as he was. The tiger opened her eyes as he slowly sat up. \"Good morning, Master.\"\n\nHe smiled back, reaching over to gently rub his hand through her long, brown hair. \"Good morning, Uta.\" He leaned over to give her cheek a gentle kiss. \"I hope you slept well.\"\n\nShe nodded, her smile growing warmer as he kissed her cheek. \"I always sleep well when you invite me to your bed.\" Utalaria, like all of his many servants, was more than happy to give herself to him and stay at his side. He had no favorites among them. It would be impossible to choose such a thing.\n\nGlancing over at the rabbit, he smirked. \"It seems Toma needs his sleep, still.\"\n\nTomatalus opened his eyes with a slight grunt. \"No, Master. I am awake. Just basking in your presence.\"\n\nThe dragon let out a slight grunting laugh, Uta giggling softly as well. \"A likely story.\" He still leaned down to give the rabbit a gentle kiss on his forehead. \"But you've been basking all night. It is now day, and you should rise. Daph and Eld likely have tasks prepared for you.\"\n\nToma let out a soft sigh. \"Yes, of course.\" The toned man pushed himself up, letting out a yawn and a bit of a stretch. He then smiled as a pair of lips touched the number 21 branded on his right shoulder. \"I shall see them momentarily.\"\n\nUta spoke up. \"Do you need any help readying yourself for the day?\" The tigress also had a number on her shoulder, hers being 32. \"Dressing or washing?\"\n\nThe dragon smirked. \"You just wish to spend more time with me, as well.\" She giggled when he poked her nose. \"No, but thank you. Both of you should get yourselves ready for the day. I can manage my own clothing today. And I shall have a bath later.\" He held up a hand. \"Before either of you say, I will likely spend that bath with another. It is unfair to deny everyone else my attention.\" The both nodded, looking a little disappointed, but understood. \"Now go. Do not tarry long. We wouldn't want to add to your numbers.\"\n\nUta nodded. \"Of course, Master.\" She started to shift herself out of the large, comfortable bed.\n\n\"I would not mind.\" Toma mumbled to himself, but he did still make his way off of the bed as well. \"Thank you again, Master, for a blissful evening.\" Both servants gave him a deep bow.\n\nHe gave a polite nod to each in return. \"Most welcome, my dears. No get going.\" He reached out and slapped Toma's shapely rear, making the man gasp and laugh. Both servants grabbed their clothing, discarded on the floor from the night before, and made their way out of his bed chambers. They did not bother dressing yet, just carrying the clothing as they returned to their own rooms. There was no embarrassment at their nakedness. Every servant had seen every other naked at one time or another, as all had shared his bed at some point. And walking back to their own in such a way was a source of pride and joy, showing they had been his chosen companions for a night.\n\nHe shook his head as the door closed. \"I should not tarry long, either.\" He pushed himself up to his feet, stretching his arms up above his head and letting out one last yawn before shaking the drowsiness away. As he moved to his wardrobe, he caught a glimpse of himself in the standing mirror. He was Rosiphus Aldeberos, master of the mansion, and all who dwelt within. Standing just over two meters tall, the dragon was covered in rich, ocean blue scales, with the appearance of someone in their mid-30's. His hair was a vibrant purple, kept short and swept back. A pair of smooth horns projected from the top of his forehead, curving immediately back along his scalp and ending in rounded tips behind his pointed ears. Further spines ran down his back, with a tuft of the same purple hair covering the tip of his long tail. He is figure was slender, almost feminine save for the light tone under his scales. The seven inches of draconic masculinity hanging between his legs also hindered the feminine look.\n\nHe chose his outfit for the day, a loose and plain short sleeve shirt in beige, and a pair of trousers in black. He looked at the mirror again to make sure everything was in order. Facing it more directly, he saw the mark on his forehead. The scales there were not blue, but shades of red, forming the symbol of a closed third eye. It was the mark of his status. Most that had such a mark had it painted or tattooed there to show their devotion, but his was natural, gifted to him as a sign to all who he was. Though these days, he had to cover it when he needed to go out in public. Something he did infrequently now.\n\nAfter quickly combing his hair back and tucking some under the horns, he nodded at himself. \"Alright, Ross. Let's get some breakfast.\"\n\nHis reflection nodded back at him. \"Coffee?\"\n\nHe pointed. \"Yes, good call. I think Daph mentioned Rich brought some new blends back from his last trip. Let's go try one of those.\" Both he and his reflection nodded, back in unison with each other, and he turned to head to the kitchen.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe scent of cooking bacon, fresh pancakes, and eggs wafted through the halls on Ross' way to the kitchen. He stepped in to see to of the servants hard at work cooking up morning breakfast for the house while a third supervised. He smiled at the three. \"Good morning, everyone.\"\n\nAll three turned and said \"Good morning, Master.\" In unison, though in different tones. The coyote and raccoon cooking the food were cheerful, while the wolf supervising was more reserved, even giving him a bow.\n\nHe took a deep breath and he looked over the shoulder of the raccoon working on eggs and pancakes. \"Smells delicious, Odil.\"\n\nOdilavus smiled, his bushy tail swaying a little. \"I'm using some of the bacon grease for the eggs. They should be done in a few minutes.\" His accent was distinctly Northeastern American.\n\nThe coyote, Illamasa, spoke up, her own tail wagging happily. \"Some of the bacon is already done, if you'd like to grab a few strips.\" Her accent had a slight Texas twang to it.\n\n\"Thank you, Illa, but I'll wait for everything to be done.\" He turned to the wolf. \"Daph, you mentioned Rich had brought back some new blends of coffee. I'd like to try one.\"\n\nDalphani nodded. \"Yes, sir. I will prepare that for you. Full bodied or something lighter this morning?\" She spoke with a slight Spanish accent.\n\nHe thought for a moment. \"I think something full bodied.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Very well. I shall make that for you. If you would like to wait in the dining hall, I believe Eldwyn is in there.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Very well, thank you. Make a cup for him, as well. I'm sure he could use some.\" He looked around. \"Enough for yourself and the others, too, of course. I don't want to hog all the good stuff for myself.\"\n\nThe wolf actually cracked a slight smile. \"Of course, sir.\" She turned and moved to get a large bag of the coffee beans to start prepping a large brew. She was the head maid and in charge of most of the other servants, as he delegated most of their duties for her to distribute. But she was never above getting her own hands dirty. Daph was one of his most loyal, and while she didn't worship him the same was as most of the other servants, she would do near anything he asked of her. She, like the other three servants, also proudly displayed a number on their arm. Hers was the number 8, the coyote the number 16, and the raccoon the number 12.\n\nStepping through the doors to the dining hall, he did find Eldwyn there. The equine was sitting at the table, going over something on a trio of tablets sitting in front of him. Despite that the horse looked like he was approaching 50, complete with some grey in his dark brown hair and goatee, he actually was much older, and yet still younger than Ross. Like all the other servants, he had a number on his arm, 24, but it was hidden under his suit jacket. He also sported the mark of a closed eye upon his forehead, though his was a tattoo, and more subtle among his rust-brown fur. \"Wyn, my friend. What are you fixated on today?\"\n\nThe horse looked up, giving a polite smile. \"Ah, good morning, sir.\" His accent, much like Ross' own, was somewhat mixed, but had what the dragon would describe as 'posh British' as the main notes, something he had worked for a long time to make natural. A stark difference from the rather thick Welsh accent when he first met the man nearly three centuries prior. The horse motioned to the tablets. \"Just going over some recent reports from the factions that have come in late last night.\" He slid one of the tablets over to Ross as the dragon sat down beside him. \"It seems there was some uproar over in America with the return of an ancient lich.\"\n\n\"A lich?\" Ross picked up the tablet and read through the report. \"Oh, so our dear old friend Athanatos revealed himself, did he?\" He skimmed through the report. \"Hmm, seems Nox got themselves some new wunderkind. Paired up with that odd undead rat and took them down.\" He chuckled as he read the name of this new agent. \"Victor Takdt? I thought Bea wanted nothing to do with her family.\"\n\nThe horse nodded. \"It seems she changed her mind and has recruited her son. He proved himself fairly quickly, too. Seems he not only possesses psychometric, but has shown signs of electrical wizardry.\"\n\nRoss smirked. \"A wizard, too? Like mother like son, I suppose. I'm sure Cadegua isn't happy about this. They probably would have tried to recruit Athanatos.\"\n\nEldwyn grunted, frowning. \"Yes, their report about that is quite... biased and rather hateful, as always. However, I think it is for the best. Those upstarts would never be able to control a being like him.\" He slid over the third tablet. \"The Arcanum also made mention of the incident, but as always, downplayed the whole ordeal as just a minor incursion of necromancy.\"\n\nRoss chuckled. \"I'm sure they would have mobilized if he had returned somewhere other than the US.\" He read through more from the Arcanum. \"Oh, seems Rothman has passed. At only 214. Heart failure? Honestly, what are they doing over there that they can't solve something so simple!?\"\n\n\"You know how Rothman was. He probably chose to let it happen. Embark on his next journey to the lands of the gods.\"\n\nRoss laughed. \"Yes, and he'll probably one of the few people that could bore Demok with his long-winded tales.\" He glanced over at the Cadegua report. \"Living sword? Interesting. Oh, and they seem to be tracking Mr. Takdt and Genevieve. Sent to retrieve an auramancer in France?\" He shook his head. \"Best of luck to them. Auramancers can be tricky targets to handle.\"\n\nThe horse nodded. \"Yes. We also re-\" He paused as Daph came over with a tray, setting down two mugs of steaming coffee. \"Ah, thank you, my dear.\" She nodded to both of them. \"As I was saying, we've also retrieved yet another invite from Mr. Rannek. He still invites you to his island.\"\n\nRoss rolled his eyes. \"Send another reply declining his offer... with my heartfelt apologies, of course.\" He shook his head and he picked the mug up. \"I have no interest in attending another gathering of champions. Did that once in the Renaissance already. I have no intention of doing it again.\" He sipped at the coffee, only to pause. \"Oh, this is excellent. Rich brought this back from... Columbia?\"\n\n\"Peru.\" Eldwyn corrected. He took a sip from his own mug. \"But I agree. It is quite excellent. A full body blend, but not too bitter. Subtle earthy tones, with a hint of nuttiness.\"\n\nRoss smirked. \"Your excellent taster's tongue serves you will yet again.\" He took another sip before continuing. \"I'm going to guess there were also requests from the factions?\"\n\nEldwyn nodded. \"Oh yes. You have received a graciously worded invite from Noxumbra, and a suspiciously friendly one from Cadegua. The latter even included a flamestone pendant in white-gold, apparently as a 'gift' to you.\"\n\nRoss scoffed. \"You mean bribe. At least the Arcanum has the good sense to wait a few decades before sending another invite. I- Oh, thank you.\" He leaned back as a plate of pancakes, bacon, and several eggs was set in front of him by Illa. Another was set before Eldwyn by Odil. The horse gave a polite nod and smile, Ross doing the same. \"Once you're done serving the staff, you make sure you get some of this, too.\" The two servants nodded, giving a polite bow before returning to the kitchen. Ross went back to his thought as he started to cut his pancakes. \"I assume you sent the usual reply?\"\n\nThe man nodded. \"Of course.\" He cleared his throat and recited. \"Rosipher Aldeberos, High Arcanus of the First Order, Champion of Jital, Master of Palazzo Tempesta, graciously thanks you for your generous offer, but must politely decline once more. He also wishes to remind the esteemed leaders of your organization that the chosen of the Divine Jital must not play favourites, nor pick sides, nor support one group over another.\"\n\nHe chuckled at how overly formal it all was, especially the listing of only a fraction of his titles. \"Basically: kindly fuck off and stop asking.\"\n\nEldwyn chuckled. \"Something to that effect. Though I took the liberty of leaving the pendant in your laboratory.\"\n\n\"Thanks. I'll figure out what to do with it later.\" He popped some of the pancakes into his mouth. \"Hrmm... Might be able to draw the energy from it to power something.\"\n\n\"Perhaps you could simply use it to fuel the oven in the kitchen.\" The two chuckled. \"That is really all there is. Other than that, the usual. Alrich is readying himself for another trip, I believe to somewhere in India this time.\"\n\n\"Oh, maybe he'll bring back some unique spices. I should have him look for some Albedo Sand while he's there, my supplies are running low after my last experiment.\"\n\n\"I shall pass that along to him.\" The horse took another sip of the coffee. \"Do you have any plans for the day?\"\n\nRoss shook his head. \"I figured I'd just continue some research into the stabilizing compound I'm working on. If I can get it to work, then I might be able to finally finish my fuel mixture. Then it's a matter of getting the new engine up and running.\" He smiled. \"Once I get this up and going, we'll be able to boost the power from the manafont tenfold.\" Eldwyn just smiled and nodded, having heard about this experiment many times over the last few decades. \"What of you? Any plans for my star pupil?\"\n\n\"You mean your only pupil.\" The horse shook his head. \"No, nothing so much. Once I've finished with my daily tasks, I thought I'd retire to the library and do some reading. I've been meaning to finish the theories posed by Zendobrax. His theories on alternative rune circles is fascinating. Most are wildly impractical and even dangerous, but fascinating.\"\n\nThe dragon nodded slowly. \"Yes. Brax was always a bit overly eager to pull more power from the ether. Just be careful that you don't end up nullifying yourself like he did. I'd hate for that brilliant mind of yours to end up being vacant.\" He shrugged a little. \"Though I'm sure I could still find a use for your body.\"\n\nEldwyn smirked. \"I'm sure you could. But I'd rather not end up a doll in a collection. You are better than Ka-\"\n\nRoss held a hand up, lifting his nose and sniffing. \"I smell smoke...\" He looked over his shoulder. \"Odil and Illa are better than burning food...\"\n\n\"Nor would Dalphani allow them to. But I don't smell...\" He paused as he sniffed. \"No, I do smell it. It smells... caustic...\" Suddenly, smoke alarms started to blare in some distant part of the mansion. Definitely not from the kitchens.\n\nThe two men looked at each other, then got a worried look. In unison, they quickly stood and said the same name. \"Sephi.\" They both rushed out of the dining room to find the source of the smoke.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nProsephanya paced back and forth rapidly, her bushy tail twitching behind her. The vixen whimpered, no longer sure what to do about the rapidly spreading fire in front of her. It had very nearly engulfed the desk and table, and was starting to spread across the floor. \"No... no no no, not again... What do I do!?\" She whimpered, tears in her eyes. She looked around, picking up a throw rug from nearby and tried to bat at the flames. All she succeeded in doing was fanning them, and setting the rug in her hand ablaze.\n\nTwo men suddenly burst through the door. \"Sephi!\" Ross rushed forward, grabbing the rug from her hand and throwing it to the side. He then pat his hands all over her, his scales quite resistant to the flames. She hadn't realized her dress had started to smolder. \"Wyn! Use sand to smother it.\"\n\nThe horse nodded. \"Yes, sir!\" The two men stood, facing the flames, and made circular motions with their arms in the air. A blue energy filled where the made the motions, and the struck the center of their circles with a palm. The air above the fire suddenly filled with sand, conjured from nothing. It dumped down onto the table and desk, covering the flames and snuffing them out. Wyn made another motion, a sudden burst of air rushing out from his hand to bash against the burning wall, momentarily depriving the flames of oxygen. After a second, they died down, leaving only smoking embers.\n\nRoss let out a sigh. \"Wyn, see if you can clean some of this up.\" The horse nodded, carefully removing the conjured sand with more magic, dispelling its very existence. He was cautious, as the area was still quite hot, and he didn't want to accidentally spark the flames back. Ross then turned to the fox. She had backed away to a corner of the room, her hands clasped in front of her, her tear-filled eyes cast down. \"Explain.\"\n\nShe whimpered, her tail held low. \"I-I... was... it was an accident.\"\n\nHe frowned. \"Prosephanya Serventa!\" She jumped as he shouted her name in a harsh, stern tone. \"I said explain!\"\n\nShe sniffled, but nodded. \"I-I was c-cleaning. Miss Delphani sent me to wash the floors in the hallway, and I finished early and thought you might like me to tidy up in here a little. N-not move anything, just put your papers in order f-for you.\"\n\nHe crossed his arms. \"How could putting papers in order cause a fire? You didn't try to play with any of my things again, did you? You know you don't have the magical potential for that.\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"N-no, sir! I was just going to tidy a few things and that was it! B-but... I... I knocked over... a bottle of something...\"\n\nHe closed his eyes and sighed. \"My experimental compound.\" He shook his head. \"But that shouldn't be able to burst into flames. In fact, quite the opposite, it's a stabilizing compound.\"\n\n\"It didn't! A-at first...\" She cleared her throat. \"It spilled onto a necklace that was on the desk. With a very pretty red gem in it. I was worried it might damage the gem, s-so I tried to clean it. B-but... as soon as my rag touched the gem...\" She glanced at the smoldering desk being cleaned. \"That...\"\n\nRoss sighed again. \"The flamestone. It must have reacted with the cleaning solution. They don't play well with most chemicals.\" He shook his head. \"Where is the pendant?\"\n\n\"It... got very hot and I dropped it onto the desk and... then... everything caught fire. It spread so quickly!\" She whimpered. \"When I tried to douse it with water, it only made the flames spread more!\"\n\n\"The same water you used to clean the floors? The same water that still had cleaning chemicals in it?\" She flinched, but nodded slowly. \"Well, that explains that.\" He turned to look at what was left of his desk, now mostly cleaned of the sand. The various papers that had been on it were now burnt to a crisp, along with a few of the books he had left there. \"Well, there go all my notes about the compound. I'll need to try and write them again. I'll also need another copy of Alternali's Journal and the third and fourth volumes of Magical Engineering.\" He grunted. \"I've been meaning to get the newest editions anyway.\"\n\nEldwyn made a quick nod. \"I'll send Mr. Quintus to collect those for you, Sir. As well as get you a new desk and work table.\"\n\nRoss shook his head. \"Don't worry about that right now.\" He let out a heavy sigh and turned to the fox again. \"I have a more immediate concern right now.\" She whimpered, looking down again. \"Sephi...\" He sighed again, reaching out to gently rest his hand on her shoulder. \"If you had just come to me and tell me of the spill, all would be forgiven. But you only made matters worse. You know you'll need to be punished... again.\"\n\n\"She shouldn't have been in here in the first place!\" He looked at the source of the sudden voice. Daph stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, and a scowl on her face. \"I tasked you with only the hallway! Why were you even in this room in the first place!?\"\n\n\"I-I... I...\" The vixen sputtered, whimpering again.\n\nDaph shook her head. \"Don't give excuses!\" She sighed and looked at Ross. \"I apologize, Master. It seems my training of her has still been lacking. If you wish to punish me for this failure, I shall accept the blame.\"\n\nHe held his hand up. \"No. That will not be necessary.\" He motioned to Sephi. \"But if you could escort her to the font annex for me.\" The vixen whimpered softly, knowing what that meant.\n\nDaph nodded. \"Very well, sir.\" She stepped over to Sephi, gripping the girl's wrist tightly. \"Come with me. You and I are going to have a long talk about following orders while we wait for the master!\"\n\nSephi nodded, not resisting as she was pulled along. \"Yes, ma'am.\"\n\nRoss shook his head as he watched the two leave. \"Oh, Sephi. What am I ever going to do with you?\"\n\n\"You could make her punishment final.\" Eldwyn suggested.\n\n\"NO! No... I am not so cruel.\" He shook his head. \"Not for a simple fire. No one was hurt.\"\n\n\"This time.\"\n\nRoss nodded. \"Yes. But the only person she ever seems to injure is herself.\"\n\nThe horse grunted. \"I feel for the young lady, but one day, she will do real damage. Despite the best efforts of myself and Miss Delphani to keep her from places she could get into more trouble, she seems to have quite the knack for it. I'm afraid someday, she will break something important.\" He stepped over to stand in front of the dragon. \"Sir, I know you love every one of your servants, but there comes a time when you must cut someone loose. No matter how much affection you may feel.\"\n\n\"My friend, please do not lecture me on responsibilities. I will run my household and deal with my servants as I see fit.\" He gave the man a hard look. \"Do not forget, my friend. I am still your master as well.\"\n\nEldwyn stared back at him for a moment, but then backed down, taking a step away. \"Of course, sir. Consider my words a suggestion. I simply fear for the safety of the rest of the staff, as well as that of this mansion and the font.\"\n\nRoss nodded, taking a breath to calm himself. \"Yes. Of course.\" He gently pat the man's upper arm. \"Forgive my outburst. I'm just a little upset about losing my research.\" He took a deep breath and held it for a moment. \"You can rest assured that her punishment will be severe this time.\" He looked at his desk. \"I should begin rewriting my notes for now. Then I will go deal with our clumsy fox.\"\n\n\"Do you need my assistance with anything?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"No. Go tell Quintus about the items I need replacing. See if he can get the new editions of Magical Engineering for me. The whole set, not just the two that got damaged.\" He pulled a stack of papers from a shelf nearby. \"I will inform Daph before I am to punish Sephi. I'll need the help of one of the staff for the ritual after.\"\n\nEldwyn nodded, giving a bow. \"Very good, Sir. Best of luck on the notes.\" With that, he stepped out of the room, leaving Ross to work on reassembling research he had been working on for years.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIt took him several hours, but Ross managed to reassemble what he considered the most important of his notes. He would still need to do a few more experiments to verify he got the numbers right. Something he would do later. For now, he made his way down to the underbelly of the mansion, to the whole reason the place was ever built in the first place. In a room deep in the sub-basement was a mass of swirling energy, a fountain of magic. A manafont. It was a spot with so much natural magical energy could be seen, even by the mundane. This one was located in Tuscany. The Italians of old called it La Tempesta Degli Dei, The Storm of the Gods. It was a spot where mana ran rampant, but a source of great power for those that could tap into it. Many such manafonts were scattered around the world, nearly all of them controlled by one of the magical factions or a wizard of some kind.\n\nRoss had had the mansion constructed over this one some four centuries prior, thus the name Palazzo Tempesta, Storm Palace. He had called it his home ever since, though he was not above traveling abroad when the whim struck him. Traveling is how he met all of his staff, after all. Nearly every single one of them was someone he had personally rescued from somewhere. Toma was a homeless vagrant in Brazil he had taken in. Uta he had saved from slave traders in western Africa. Odil he had saved from a fire in Chicago. Illa he saved after her town was decimated during the American Civil War. Daph's town in what is now Romania was struck by illness, and he helped administer a cure, but her family had already died so he took her in.\n\nEldwyn was unique in this, as Ross did not save him. The man, then a boy, was a student of the Arcanum Scholera, one of the factions dedicated to magical study. Ross had been visiting, and being the champion of Jital, goddess of magic, he had been quite the celebrity. The boy hounded him to become his apprentice, despite Ross turning him down repeatedly, stating he did not take apprentices as a rule. So dedicated to this task was the boy that he abandoned everything and followed Ross for months before he finally caved in and accepted. They have been quite close for nearly three centuries now, and he is glad he made an exception to his rule. Eldwyn is also one of the few in the mansion that he did not give a new name, though the equine still quite graciously took Serventus as his surname, something he has given to the other staff since.\n\nAnd then there was Sephi. He had saved her from a pair of ruffians that clearly wanted more than just the young vixen's money. He turned the two to ash, and found the young girl, only a teenager at the time, had been living on the streets of St. Petersburg for some time. He took her in as his ward, and gave her the name Persephanya Serventa, which she accepted gratefully. Unfortunately, she has always been clumsy and awkward, and it seems no matter how much training she gets, she always will be. Ross does have a soft spot for her, as he finds her endearing, but he does agree with Eldwyn that her clumsy nature may someday be a problem. For her, and for him.\n\nTurning away from the room containing the swirling energies of the font, he made his way to another, nearby room. He pulled the door open, stepping inside without a word, and closing the door behind him with a heavy thud that echoed around the bare stone walls. There was one occupant inside, that being Sephi. The fox had been stripped of her clothing, which sat neatly folded on a wooden chair in the corner. She had been put into iron chains hanging from the ceiling, keeping her dangling by her arms, just high enough that she couldn't touch the ground. She had been left like this for the hours he was working on remaking his notes.\n\nStill without speaking, he moved not to her, but to a table behind her. A small pitcher of water and several ceramic cups were set about it. He poured water into one of the cups, moving over to the bound woman and standing in front of her. She looked understandably tired from being left like this. He held the water up when she opened her eyes. \"M-master...\"\n\nHe smiled. \"Hello, Sephi. Here. Drink. You must be parched.\" She nodded, and he very carefully held the cup up to her, tilting it so she could sip without getting too much. \"More?\" She nodded slowly, and he let her get more, until she was sated.\n\n\"Thank you, Master.\" Her voice was still a little hoarse, but nowhere near as rough as it had been a moment before.\n\nHe nodded, filling the glass and draining it himself. \"You are welcome.\" He set the glass down. \"But I hope you do not think that just this has been your punishment.\"\n\nShe shook her head, even as it hung a little. \"N-no... master...\"\n\nHe reached up to touch her shoulder, right on the numbers. \"279 times.\" He clicked his tongue. \"How long have you served me now? 100 years?\"\n\nShe closed her eyes. \"112 years, Master.\"\n\nHe nodded slowly. \"112 years. And I've had to punish you nearly three times that number for your failures. No one else in the house has even three digits, and you are nearly at three [i]hundred[/i]. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoy the punishment.\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"I-I don't...\" It was true. While she enjoyed some aspects, she didn't enjoy the pain that came with it. She was just that much of a klutz.\n\nHe nodded again, moving his hand under her chin and pulling her head up gently to look into her eyes. \"And yet you are here again.\" She whimpered softly. He sighed softly, letting her chin go. His hand drifted down to her flat belly. \"This time, I think I'm going to have to do something more extreme. Simply ending this body won't be enough anymore. You need to learn to be more careful. You need to get it through that thick skull that you can't keep making these mistakes.\" She let out another whimper, expecting him to start hitting her, or throwing spells to cause pain. Instead, his hand simply slid away as he walked behind her. \"This time, all that was lost was easily replaced. But if the fire had reached some of my stored alchemical ingredients... some of them react very explosively with fire.\"\n\nSephi let her head hang again. \"I... I know, Master. I am sorry...\"\n\nHe was behind her, pressed close. She gasped as she felt his now bare chest against her back. \"Sorry isn't going to fix my desk, or unburn my research notes.\" He tossed the shirt he removed to the side, reaching down to start removing his pants next. \"You know, Eldwyn suggested I shouldn't keep you here anymore. That I maybe shouldn't perform the ritual.\" She gasped in fear. \"That you are a liability, and possibly even a danger. I think I might be starting to agree with him.\"\n\nShe shook her head quickly, whimpering softly. \"I-I p-promise to do better! I-I'll... I'll try to... to learn to be... less of a screw up! P-please, Master! Please don't... don't throw me away! I... I d-don't want-\"\n\nHe grabbed her jaw from behind, clamping it shut. \"What you [i]want[/i] is irrelevant right now.\" He could feel her trembling against him. \"You'll know my choice after your punishment.\" He shifted his now bare hips, his cock sliding between her legs to press against her slit. She gasped as she felt it throb against her. It felt bigger than normal. Because it was. He had used a spell to increase its size, the rod no longer only seven inches, but nearing ten, and the girth had grown with it. He pressed the tip against her slit, smirking a little as he felt she was damp. \"Are you sure you aren't looking forward to this?\"\n\nShe shook her head again. She was going to respond when he pulled his hand away, but instead all that came out of her mouth was a gasp and moan as he pushed his length inside. She was always on the tighter side, but with his increasing size, it made the tunnel feel that much smaller around him. And she felt how much he filled her, making her pussy lips spread wider the deeper he got. His cock had a texture to it, one that normally felt incredible for most that experienced it. Right now, it felt quite good for the vixen, but the size was at the edge of too much for her.\n\nReaching down, he slid his hand under her left thigh, lifting her dangling leg up. This gave him more access to slide his cock fully inside of her. He filled her fully, his tip pressed against the back of the tunnel. She let out another moan, not hiding her pleasure. He smirked. \"You are enjoying this?\" She nodded quickly. \"You know you are not supposed to be.\"\n\nShe nodded again. \"I-I know... master... but I cannot help it. You... feel too good i-inside me!\"\n\nA chuckle slipped from his lips. \"Well, in that case.\" He reached his other hand around, touching her lower abdomen. With one finger, he drew the shape of a heart right over where her womb was. A line of pink energy was left upon her where he drew, and when he finished the shape, small curls in the same energy spread out from it. Sephi gasped as the spell took effect, one he very rarely had the need to use. Her pleasure started to build on its own thanks to the sigil. She started to squirm even more, her fluffy tail twitching as he had it pinned against his belly. Her pussy grew even more wet than before as the pleasure continued to rise within her.\n\nHe reached down and lifted her other leg, holding both so he could start thrusting up into her. The vixen gasped again, crying out. \"M-Master!\" She panted and tried to hold back the moans, but she was unable, her voice crying out louder as his shaft thrust into her in slow movements. \"I-I... I can't...\"\n\n\"Shhh.\" He leaned forward to kiss her neck. \"You are never good at holding back. So don't try. Let yourself go.\" She whimpered, her body trembling in his grasp, the chains rattling above her. He could feel her inner walls clenching more and more as the pressure within rose ever higher.\n\n\"I... I can't... I'm...\" She suddenly threw her head back as an orgasm struck her, making her whole body shake and undulate against him. Her inner walls clenched hard around his large cock, making him have to thrust a little harder to push deep inside. She gasped and panted between her cries of pleasure. The pleasure didn't stop as it normally should, it continued to build rapidly. \"M-Mas... mast... master!\" She cried out when he struck the back of her tunnel, her juices flowing out of her cunt now, drooling down his thighs and dripping onto the floor. \"I... I'm... a-again!\"\n\nShe cried out as a second orgasm struck, more powerful than the last. Her body shook again, thrashing in his grip. A third followed before the last had ended, sending more overwhelming pleasure throughout her whole body. She cried out louder, unable to speak as her muscles refused to obey her. Her juices splashed out around his shaft, flowing more than ever. When another orgasm struck, she screamed, unable to make any other noise as she was completely overwhelmed by the bombardment of ecstasy. Ross smirked as he noticed her tits start to leak after the fourth struck. When the fifth came, they sprayed their milk out, just as her cunt was spraying her juices.\n\n\"T-too... too much!\" She gasped the words. \"I-I c-can't...\" Another scream ripped from her throat as yet another orgasm struck, taking over her body and dominating her mind. Her heart was pounding in her chest hard, and she heard it as throbbing in her ears. Her head felt like fog was filling where her brain should be. Drool dripped off of her chin as she let out her screams and cries. Through it all, he kept thrusting into her, his pace growing harder and faster. With how much her pussy was clamping around him, it felt like he was getting bigger.\n\nShe realized at some point that he [i]was[/i] getting bigger inside of her. Her vaginal muscles were starting to feel the strain as he spread her wider, her pussy lips at their limit. But somehow the pain only gave her more pleasure. She wanted to beg him to stop, that she couldn't take any more, but she could only cry out as another climax tore through her body. But she felt no chance of passing out, despite how overwhelmed and tired she was now. Another spell he had put on her. She would be forced to endure. She whimpered between pants and gasps as her groin felt the strain of his still swelling cock forcing its way into her.\n\nShe felt when something tore, but the agony only set her off on another climax. Blood mixed into the juices drooling down his cock and legs. But he did not stop, he kept thrusting, ramming himself up into her, hammering at her cervix. She screamed when he burst through that barrier, plunging himself up into her very womb. Her belly bulged outwards where the tip of his cock slammed against the inside. Yet even through the pain, she couldn't stop cumming, her nerves on fire from the overwhelming pleasure. She tried again to beg him to stop, but she couldn't make words anymore. Her mind was lost to the feelings dominating her very being.\n\nThe thrusting didn't stop. Ross grunted as he shoved harder, feeling the stretchy womb struggling to contain him. He was nearing his own edge, but he wanted to get just that little bit more inside of her before he let himself go. His hips slammed hard into her, his cock still increasing in size within her, spreading her pussy past the breaking point. With a few more hard thrusts, he finally rammed his way through, tearing her womb open and spearing deeper inside of her body. He felt the sudden rush of blood around his shaft, the pulsing of her organs from the pain and pleasure rocking through her body.\n\nHe finally let himself go. With a loud cry of his own, he released inside of her. His cock twitched and jerked, and started to spray his seed inside of her body. She felt it flow into her, coating things that should never be touched. Shot after shot pumped up inside of her. With an pang of horror, she realized it wasn't stopping, either. He kept cumming, pouring more and more into her. \"M-Mas...\" She couldn't get the whole word out, crying out from painful pleasure. More and more of his cum flowed inside of her, filling her in a way she had never felt before. She felt bloated and waterlogged. A new kind of pressure started to build up inside of her body.\n\nRoss grunted as he thrust a little more. The feeling of cumming so much was a little overwhelming even to him, but he would withstand it. His cock jerked and pulsed as it continued to pour more and more and more inside of the vixen. Her belly swelled visibly, pushing outwards unnaturally. Not just her belly, but her chest also seemed to rise, pushed out from the liquid filling all of her. When she tried to cry out again, bloody cum suddenly bubbled up her throat, filling her mouth and pouring out, trying to find any way to release the pressure. But it was not enough as he gave more. Her body continued to swell, her belly several times the size it was before. Her flesh strained, red lines visible through the fur where everything strained to keep together.\n\nHer body was unable to withstand it all for long. With a sudden wet ripping sound, her belly gave out, bursting open. Her mouth opened, but no sound came as the front of her body exploded outwards in a blast of blood, gore, and cum. It splashed out so violently that it hit the wall across from her, several of her dislodged organs flowing out of her with it. To her shame, she came one more time as her body burst, her tits spraying hard, even as she felt the agony of her muscles ripping open. Unable to hold her head up any more, it hung low, and she saw. She saw her body, the front ripped open, exposing her innards... though most were hanging freely from the gaping wound. His cock was still lodged inside of her, the tip still spitting gobs of his cum. Though his flow finally slowed now that he had burst her belly open. Her vision faded, the sight of his cock emerged from the torn remains of her body the last thing she saw.\n\nRoss thrust a few more times to work the last of his cum out. \"AH... haven't done that in a long time...\" He felt the moment her soul left her body, her heart fluttering to a halt, her life ending. Her spirit did not leave, instead it flowed into him, joining his own. He let out a grunt as he dropped her legs, letting them dangle again. \"Ah... ha... okay. Nice and e~eaas... easy... fuck!\" He let out a loud cry as he extracted his cock from her corpse. It was still extremely sensitive, but he did manage to finally extricate himself. He stumbled back a step, his back pressed to the wall. He panted heavily, reaching down to gently stroke his shaft. It started to slowly return back to its normal size as he worked the last few shots out. His balls felt more than a little drained by the endeavor. He doubted he'd be able to cum again for a little while. It would take him a few days to recover from this one.\n\nHe closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths. It took him a few minutes before felt like he could move without his legs giving out under him. He moved over to the door, pressing a button on a panel on the wall. \"Eldwyn?\"\n\nIt was a few moments before there was a response. \"Yes, Sir?\"\n\n\"Would you and Daph join me in the anex. I'll need some help getting Sephi to the font. I'm...\" He chuckled. \"A little spent.\"\n\n\"Spent?\"\n\nHe smirked. \"You'll understand when you get here. And have Daph bring someone with a bucket... maybe two. There's some... extensive cleaning that needs to be done.\" He cleared his throat. \"Also have Daph bring who she's chosen for the ritual with her.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. We shall join you momentarily.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe horse and wolf set what was left of Sephi's body onto the stone floor in front of the swirling energy of the manafont. Eldwyn looked at his hands, frowning as they had quite a bit of blood and... other substances on them. \"You were not kidding about making a mess...\"\n\nRoss chuckled. \"Yeah, I might have gone a little overboard with her. But hopefully she'll finally learn her lesson this time.\"\n\nDaph grunted. \"I doubt it. But we shall see.\"\n\nThe dragon smiled to her. \"Alright. Daph, who have you chosen?\"\n\nShe stepped forward. \"Myself.\" He quirked an eyebrow. \"Her continued mistakes are a result of my failure to train her properly. So I feel I should be responsible for this. You my take my blood for the ritual.\"\n\nHe tilted his head. \"Are you sure?\"\n\nShe stepped forward, getting down to one knee in front of him and bowing her head. \"You have tasked me with the training and supervision of the staff, Master. Any failing on their part is thus a failing on mine. So I bear this responsibility, and the consequences. I will accept this as my punishment.\"\n\nRoss sighed, looking at Eldwyin. The horse just shook his head silently. \"Very well. But I will not count this as punishment. Just you doing your duty.\" He looked again at Eldwyn. \"If you could help.\"\n\n\"Of course, Sir.\"\n\nRoss nodded, then moved over to a table and picked up a sharp kris blade. He walked over to hand it to Eldwyn, but leaned in close. \"She is to feel no pain.\"\n\nEldwyn smirked. \"Sir, you know how she is. But I will... assist her as needed.\"\n\nHe nodded, patting his friend's shoulder. \"Good man.\" Ross stepped away, moving over to the font and holding his hands up. The swirling energy started to move faster as he drew from it. He reached up and touched his chest, pulling from it a small swirl of blue energy. Sephi's soul. He held his other hand out towards Daph and Eldwyn. \"I am ready.\"\n\nThe wolf stood up, holding her chin high. \"As am I.\"\n\nEldwyn stepped close from behind, bringing the blade around. He whispered into her ear. \"I will be here for you, puppy.\" He felt her tail twitch against him, failing to fully subdue a wag. He brought the blade close to her throat, then slowly dragged it across her neck. She tried to gasp, but her breath was suddenly robbed from her. Blood started to flow freely from the clean cut across her throat. But it did not drool down her dress and chest, instead it flowed outwards into the air. It coiled and spun, forming a spinning ball of crimson above Ross' outstretched hand.\n\nDaph watched as her blood flowed away, her body feeling hot and cold at once. And she could not stop herself from pushing a hand under her skirt and grabbing her crotch through her panties, her pussy suddenly feeling more alive than ever as her life was drained away. A tingling feeling spread across her body, even as the weakness was making it hard to stand. Powerful hands moved around her, holding onto her body to keep her upright. Eldwyn whispered to her again. \"I'm here.\" She was grateful to him, leaning back into his arms and body.\n\nRoss nodded. \"That is enough.\" Eldwyn gave a nod in return, his hand trailing up her body, making her shiver. He grasped at her neck, a green energy spreading from his grip around her neck. The wound sealed itself shut, and after a moment, she took in a deep gasp of air now that she could. Her body became limp against the horse, her legs trembling. He gently brought her down to sit on the floor, where she continued to shake and tremble, and finally let out a moan she could not hold back any more. Her panties were soaked against her hand. Soon, another hand joined, the same that had just healed her neck, and slid into those panties to start working against her slit. She moaned louder, then gave a strained sound, her shaking legs clenching around the hand as she finally came. Eldwyn leaned over to kiss her neck and cheek, helping her to work out her lust.\n\nRoss would love to enjoy the show, but he was busy with the ritual. He closed his eyes and focused. He held the spinning ball of blood above one hand, the soul of the dead vixen in the other. Bringing the two together in front of him, he pulled magic from the font. He focused most of it upon the soul, letting it dictate the shape. A body started to form in front of him, starting with the skeleton, then nerves and organs, muscles, skin, and finally fur. It floated in the air before him, lifeless. The blood in his hand drained away into the body, and he sent the soul to follow. A moment later, he sent a shock of electricity across the form, and Sephi gasped back to life, eyes flying open.\n\nShe suddenly fell, but Ross caught her before she could make it very far. \"Easy. You are returned.\" He gently lowered her down onto her knees. \"Breathe.\"\n\nShe nodded, taking deep breaths, her new body still tingling. It was always an unusual feeling. Disoriented while familiar, her body but not. But she would get used to it quickly. \"Y-you... are keeping me... master?\"\n\nHe smiled. \"For now.\" He took a step to the side, and drew in the air. The numbers Two, Eight, and Zero. They stayed in the air, made of fire. He pushed them forward, and she cried out as they burned into her shoulder, branding her with 280. She gripped her shoulder, but the pain was already fading. \"That is a lot, Sephi. I don't know what I'll do with you if you somehow make it to 300.\"\n\nShe nodded slowly. \"I... I understand, Master.\"\n\nShe was about to stand, but he put his hand on her arm. \"Take your time. And take the rest of today off to recover.\" He looked over to Daph and Eldwyn. The wolf was still panting and shivering, her face flushed. \"Same for you two. Wyn, help Daph back to her room for her to rest... and...\" He grinned. \"Feel free to help her with her needs for as long as it requires.\"\n\nThe horse smiled, nodding. \"Of course, Sir.\" While not a couple by any means, Eldwyn and Daph were the oldest among the people in the house, save Ross himself, as well as the two heads of staff. They had been quite close for most of that time. Eldwyn was one of the few people to see the lustful side of the typically serious wolf. He helped her to her feet, and let her lean against him. He knew the moment they closed the door to her room, she would be on him like she was in heat. She always got like this when she had to touch death so close. He was quite looking forward to 'helping' her.\n\nRoss looked back down at Sephi. The vixen was still taking deep breaths, and he could feel her soul settling into her new body. The ritual may seem a form of necromancy, but it was not. Necromancy was the one form of magic his patron goddess detested, as it was not made by her, but by mortals cheating the gods. What he did was a form of demonic magic, something he learned from a succubus. The souls of his staff were bound to him, both extending their lives, and granting them immunity to disease and illness. But it meant their lives were controlled by him. But it was not slavery. If any of the staff chose to be free of the bond, he would release them, and they would be free to live the rest of their normal lives as they saw fit. But it was rare for anyone to choose to be released. They all worshiped him, and he in turn appreciated every one of them.\n\nHe moved over to a table and picked up something. Returning to Sephi, he set it down in front of her. Her folded clothing. \"Here. I made sure none of it got anything on them, so they should be clean.\"\n\nShe smiled, looking up at him. \"Thank you, Master.\"\n\nHe leaned down and kissed the top of her head, making her let out a soft giggle, her tail twitching behind her. \"You are welcome. Get yourself dressed, then get yourself some rest. \" She nodded. \"And please, from now on, no more accidents?\"\n\nShe nodded slowly again. \"I will try, Master.\" She looked up as he took a step away. \"Thank you for keeping me!\"\n\nHe smiled. \"Of course, my dear vixen. You know I don't like to give up on projects.\" She blushed, but nodded as she started to get dressed again. Once she was, he held a hand out, helping her to her feet. \"Now. How about we get some food. I'm quite hungry after all this.\" She nodded quickly, smiling. Her new body had not eaten anything... ever... and she was feeling quite hungry.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Master and his Servants

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The dragon shifted as he awoke from his slumber. Beside him, he heard someone else moving. Glancing over, he saw the pair, a rabbit and a tiger, both as naked as he was. The tiger opened her eyes as he slowly sat up. "Good morning, Master."

He smiled back, reaching over to gently rub his hand through her long, brown hair. "Good morning, Uta." He leaned over to give her cheek a gentle kiss. "I hope you slept well."

She nodded, her smile growing warmer as he kissed her cheek. "I always sleep well when you invite me to your bed." Utalaria, like all of his many servants, was more than happy to give herself to him and stay at his side. He had no favorites among them. It would be impossible to choose such a thing.

Glancing over at the rabbit, he smirked. "It seems Toma needs his sleep, still."

Tomatalus opened his eyes with a slight grunt. "No, Master. I am awake. Just basking in your presence."

The dragon let out a slight grunting laugh, Uta giggling softly as well. "A likely story." He still leaned down to give the rabbit a gentle kiss on his forehead. "But you've been basking all night. It is now day, and you should rise. Daph and Eld likely have tasks prepared for you."

Toma let out a soft sigh. "Yes, of course." The toned man pushed himself up, letting out a yawn and a bit of a stretch. He then smiled as a pair of lips touched the number 21 branded on his right shoulder. "I shall see them momentarily."

Uta spoke up. "Do you need any help readying yourself for the day?" The tigress also had a number on her shoulder, hers being 32. "Dressing or washing?"

The dragon smirked. "You just wish to spend more time with me, as well." She giggled when he poked her nose. "No, but thank you. Both of you should get yourselves ready for the day. I can manage my own clothing today. And I shall have a bath later." He held up a hand. "Before either of you say, I will likely spend that bath with another. It is unfair to deny everyone else my attention." The both nodded, looking a little disappointed, but understood. "Now go. Do not tarry long. We wouldn't want to add to your numbers."

Uta nodded. "Of course, Master." She started to shift herself out of the large, comfortable bed.

"I would not mind." Toma mumbled to himself, but he did still make his way off of the bed as well. "Thank you again, Master, for a blissful evening." Both servants gave him a deep bow.

He gave a polite nod to each in return. "Most welcome, my dears. No get going." He reached out and slapped Toma's shapely rear, making the man gasp and laugh. Both servants grabbed their clothing, discarded on the floor from the night before, and made their way out of his bed chambers. They did not bother dressing yet, just carrying the clothing as they returned to their own rooms. There was no embarrassment at their nakedness. Every servant had seen every other naked at one time or another, as all had shared his bed at some point. And walking back to their own in such a way was a source of pride and joy, showing they had been his chosen companions for a night.

He shook his head as the door closed. "I should not tarry long, either." He pushed himself up to his feet, stretching his arms up above his head and letting out one last yawn before shaking the drowsiness away. As he moved to his wardrobe, he caught a glimpse of himself in the standing mirror. He was Rosiphus Aldeberos, master of the mansion, and all who dwelt within. Standing just over two meters tall, the dragon was covered in rich, ocean blue scales, with the appearance of someone in their mid-30's. His hair was a vibrant purple, kept short and swept back. A pair of smooth horns projected from the top of his forehead, curving immediately back along his scalp and ending in rounded tips behind his pointed ears. Further spines ran down his back, with a tuft of the same purple hair covering the tip of his long tail. He is figure was slender, almost feminine save for the light tone under his scales. The seven inches of draconic masculinity hanging between his legs also hindered the feminine look.

He chose his outfit for the day, a loose and plain short sleeve shirt in beige, and a pair of trousers in black. He looked at the mirror again to make sure everything was in order. Facing it more directly, he saw the mark on his forehead. The scales there were not blue, but shades of red, forming the symbol of a closed third eye. It was the mark of his status. Most that had such a mark had it painted or tattooed there to show their devotion, but his was natural, gifted to him as a sign to all who he was. Though these days, he had to cover it when he needed to go out in public. Something he did infrequently now.

After quickly combing his hair back and tucking some under the horns, he nodded at himself. "Alright, Ross. Let's get some breakfast."

His reflection nodded back at him. "Coffee?"

He pointed. "Yes, good call. I think Daph mentioned Rich brought some new blends back from his last trip. Let's go try one of those." Both he and his reflection nodded, back in unison with each other, and he turned to head to the kitchen.

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The scent of cooking bacon, fresh pancakes, and eggs wafted through the halls on Ross' way to the kitchen. He stepped in to see to of the servants hard at work cooking up morning breakfast for the house while a third supervised. He smiled at the three. "Good morning, everyone."

All three turned and said "Good morning, Master." In unison, though in different tones. The coyote and raccoon cooking the food were cheerful, while the wolf supervising was more reserved, even giving him a bow.

He took a deep breath and he looked over the shoulder of the raccoon working on eggs and pancakes. "Smells delicious, Odil."

Odilavus smiled, his bushy tail swaying a little. "I'm using some of the bacon grease for the eggs. They should be done in a few minutes." His accent was distinctly Northeastern American.

The coyote, Illamasa, spoke up, her own tail wagging happily. "Some of the bacon is already done, if you'd like to grab a few strips." Her accent had a slight Texas twang to it.

"Thank you, Illa, but I'll wait for everything to be done." He turned to the wolf. "Daph, you mentioned Rich had brought back some new blends of coffee. I'd like to try one."

Dalphani nodded. "Yes, sir. I will prepare that for you. Full bodied or something lighter this morning?" She spoke with a slight Spanish accent.

He thought for a moment. "I think something full bodied."

She nodded. "Very well. I shall make that for you. If you would like to wait in the dining hall, I believe Eldwyn is in there."

He nodded. "Very well, thank you. Make a cup for him, as well. I'm sure he could use some." He looked around. "Enough for yourself and the others, too, of course. I don't want to hog all the good stuff for myself."

The wolf actually cracked a slight smile. "Of course, sir." She turned and moved to get a large bag of the coffee beans to start prepping a large brew. She was the head maid and in charge of most of the other servants, as he delegated most of their duties for her to distribute. But she was never above getting her own hands dirty. Daph was one of his most loyal, and while she didn't worship him the same was as most of the other servants, she would do near anything he asked of her. She, like the other three servants, also proudly displayed a number on their arm. Hers was the number 8, the coyote the number 16, and the raccoon the number 12.

Stepping through the doors to the dining hall, he did find Eldwyn there. The equine was sitting at the table, going over something on a trio of tablets sitting in front of him. Despite that the horse looked like he was approaching 50, complete with some grey in his dark brown hair and goatee, he actually was much older, and yet still younger than Ross. Like all the other servants, he had a number on his arm, 24, but it was hidden under his suit jacket. He also sported the mark of a closed eye upon his forehead, though his was a tattoo, and more subtle among his rust-brown fur. "Wyn, my friend. What are you fixated on today?"

The horse looked up, giving a polite smile. "Ah, good morning, sir." His accent, much like Ross' own, was somewhat mixed, but had what the dragon would describe as 'posh British' as the main notes, something he had worked for a long time to make natural. A stark difference from the rather thick Welsh accent when he first met the man nearly three centuries prior. The horse motioned to the tablets. "Just going over some recent reports from the factions that have come in late last night." He slid one of the tablets over to Ross as the dragon sat down beside him. "It seems there was some uproar over in America with the return of an ancient lich."

"A lich?" Ross picked up the tablet and read through the report. "Oh, so our dear old friend Athanatos revealed himself, did he?" He skimmed through the report. "Hmm, seems Nox got themselves some new wunderkind. Paired up with that odd undead rat and took them down." He chuckled as he read the name of this new agent. "Victor Takdt? I thought Bea wanted nothing to do with her family."

The horse nodded. "It seems she changed her mind and has recruited her son. He proved himself fairly quickly, too. Seems he not only possesses psychometric, but has shown signs of electrical wizardry."

Ross smirked. "A wizard, too? Like mother like son, I suppose. I'm sure Cadegua isn't happy about this. They probably would have tried to recruit Athanatos."

Eldwyn grunted, frowning. "Yes, their report about that is quite... biased and rather hateful, as always. However, I think it is for the best. Those upstarts would never be able to control a being like him." He slid over the third tablet. "The Arcanum also made mention of the incident, but as always, downplayed the whole ordeal as just a minor incursion of necromancy."

Ross chuckled. "I'm sure they would have mobilized if he had returned somewhere other than the US." He read through more from the Arcanum. "Oh, seems Rothman has passed. At only 214. Heart failure? Honestly, what are they doing over there that they can't solve something so simple!?"

"You know how Rothman was. He probably chose to let it happen. Embark on his next journey to the lands of the gods."

Ross laughed. "Yes, and he'll probably one of the few people that could bore Demok with his long-winded tales." He glanced over at the Cadegua report. "Living sword? Interesting. Oh, and they seem to be tracking Mr. Takdt and Genevieve. Sent to retrieve an auramancer in France?" He shook his head. "Best of luck to them. Auramancers can be tricky targets to handle."

The horse nodded. "Yes. We also re-" He paused as Daph came over with a tray, setting down two mugs of steaming coffee. "Ah, thank you, my dear." She nodded to both of them. "As I was saying, we've also retrieved yet another invite from Mr. Rannek. He still invites you to his island."

Ross rolled his eyes. "Send another reply declining his offer... with my heartfelt apologies, of course." He shook his head and he picked the mug up. "I have no interest in attending another gathering of champions. Did that once in the Renaissance already. I have no intention of doing it again." He sipped at the coffee, only to pause. "Oh, this is excellent. Rich brought this back from... Columbia?"

"Peru." Eldwyn corrected. He took a sip from his own mug. "But I agree. It is quite excellent. A full body blend, but not too bitter. Subtle earthy tones, with a hint of nuttiness."

Ross smirked. "Your excellent taster's tongue serves you will yet again." He took another sip before continuing. "I'm going to guess there were also requests from the factions?"

Eldwyn nodded. "Oh yes. You have received a graciously worded invite from Noxumbra, and a suspiciously friendly one from Cadegua. The latter even included a flamestone pendant in white-gold, apparently as a 'gift' to you."

Ross scoffed. "You mean bribe. At least the Arcanum has the good sense to wait a few decades before sending another invite. I- Oh, thank you." He leaned back as a plate of pancakes, bacon, and several eggs was set in front of him by Illa. Another was set before Eldwyn by Odil. The horse gave a polite nod and smile, Ross doing the same. "Once you're done serving the staff, you make sure you get some of this, too." The two servants nodded, giving a polite bow before returning to the kitchen. Ross went back to his thought as he started to cut his pancakes. "I assume you sent the usual reply?"

The man nodded. "Of course." He cleared his throat and recited. "Rosipher Aldeberos, High Arcanus of the First Order, Champion of Jital, Master of Palazzo Tempesta, graciously thanks you for your generous offer, but must politely decline once more. He also wishes to remind the esteemed leaders of your organization that the chosen of the Divine Jital must not play favourites, nor pick sides, nor support one group over another."

He chuckled at how overly formal it all was, especially the listing of only a fraction of his titles. "Basically: kindly fuck off and stop asking."

Eldwyn chuckled. "Something to that effect. Though I took the liberty of leaving the pendant in your laboratory."

"Thanks. I'll figure out what to do with it later." He popped some of the pancakes into his mouth. "Hrmm... Might be able to draw the energy from it to power something."

"Perhaps you could simply use it to fuel the oven in the kitchen." The two chuckled. "That is really all there is. Other than that, the usual. Alrich is readying himself for another trip, I believe to somewhere in India this time."

"Oh, maybe he'll bring back some unique spices. I should have him look for some Albedo Sand while he's there, my supplies are running low after my last experiment."

"I shall pass that along to him." The horse took another sip of the coffee. "Do you have any plans for the day?"

Ross shook his head. "I figured I'd just continue some research into the stabilizing compound I'm working on. If I can get it to work, then I might be able to finally finish my fuel mixture. Then it's a matter of getting the new engine up and running." He smiled. "Once I get this up and going, we'll be able to boost the power from the manafont tenfold." Eldwyn just smiled and nodded, having heard about this experiment many times over the last few decades. "What of you? Any plans for my star pupil?"

"You mean your only pupil." The horse shook his head. "No, nothing so much. Once I've finished with my daily tasks, I thought I'd retire to the library and do some reading. I've been meaning to finish the theories posed by Zendobrax. His theories on alternative rune circles is fascinating. Most are wildly impractical and even dangerous, but fascinating."

The dragon nodded slowly. "Yes. Brax was always a bit overly eager to pull more power from the ether. Just be careful that you don't end up nullifying yourself like he did. I'd hate for that brilliant mind of yours to end up being vacant." He shrugged a little. "Though I'm sure I could still find a use for your body."

Eldwyn smirked. "I'm sure you could. But I'd rather not end up a doll in a collection. You are better than Ka-"

Ross held a hand up, lifting his nose and sniffing. "I smell smoke..." He looked over his shoulder. "Odil and Illa are better than burning food..."

"Nor would Dalphani allow them to. But I don't smell..." He paused as he sniffed. "No, I do smell it. It smells... caustic..." Suddenly, smoke alarms started to blare in some distant part of the mansion. Definitely not from the kitchens.

The two men looked at each other, then got a worried look. In unison, they quickly stood and said the same name. "Sephi." They both rushed out of the dining room to find the source of the smoke.

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Prosephanya paced back and forth rapidly, her bushy tail twitching behind her. The vixen whimpered, no longer sure what to do about the rapidly spreading fire in front of her. It had very nearly engulfed the desk and table, and was starting to spread across the floor. "No... no no no, not again... What do I do!?" She whimpered, tears in her eyes. She looked around, picking up a throw rug from nearby and tried to bat at the flames. All she succeeded in doing was fanning them, and setting the rug in her hand ablaze.

Two men suddenly burst through the door. "Sephi!" Ross rushed forward, grabbing the rug from her hand and throwing it to the side. He then pat his hands all over her, his scales quite resistant to the flames. She hadn't realized her dress had started to smolder. "Wyn! Use sand to smother it."

The horse nodded. "Yes, sir!" The two men stood, facing the flames, and made circular motions with their arms in the air. A blue energy filled where the made the motions, and the struck the center of their circles with a palm. The air above the fire suddenly filled with sand, conjured from nothing. It dumped down onto the table and desk, covering the flames and snuffing them out. Wyn made another motion, a sudden burst of air rushing out from his hand to bash against the burning wall, momentarily depriving the flames of oxygen. After a second, they died down, leaving only smoking embers.

Ross let out a sigh. "Wyn, see if you can clean some of this up." The horse nodded, carefully removing the conjured sand with more magic, dispelling its very existence. He was cautious, as the area was still quite hot, and he didn't want to accidentally spark the flames back. Ross then turned to the fox. She had backed away to a corner of the room, her hands clasped in front of her, her tear-filled eyes cast down. "Explain."

She whimpered, her tail held low. "I-I... was... it was an accident."

He frowned. "Prosephanya Serventa!" She jumped as he shouted her name in a harsh, stern tone. "I said explain!"

She sniffled, but nodded. "I-I was c-cleaning. Miss Delphani sent me to wash the floors in the hallway, and I finished early and thought you might like me to tidy up in here a little. N-not move anything, just put your papers in order f-for you."

He crossed his arms. "How could putting papers in order cause a fire? You didn't try to play with any of my things again, did you? You know you don't have the magical potential for that."

She shook her head. "N-no, sir! I was just going to tidy a few things and that was it! B-but... I... I knocked over... a bottle of something..."

He closed his eyes and sighed. "My experimental compound." He shook his head. "But that shouldn't be able to burst into flames. In fact, quite the opposite, it's a stabilizing compound."

"It didn't! A-at first..." She cleared her throat. "It spilled onto a necklace that was on the desk. With a very pretty red gem in it. I was worried it might damage the gem, s-so I tried to clean it. B-but... as soon as my rag touched the gem..." She glanced at the smoldering desk being cleaned. "That..."

Ross sighed again. "The flamestone. It must have reacted with the cleaning solution. They don't play well with most chemicals." He shook his head. "Where is the pendant?"

"It... got very hot and I dropped it onto the desk and... then... everything caught fire. It spread so quickly!" She whimpered. "When I tried to douse it with water, it only made the flames spread more!"

"The same water you used to clean the floors? The same water that still had cleaning chemicals in it?" She flinched, but nodded slowly. "Well, that explains that." He turned to look at what was left of his desk, now mostly cleaned of the sand. The various papers that had been on it were now burnt to a crisp, along with a few of the books he had left there. "Well, there go all my notes about the compound. I'll need to try and write them again. I'll also need another copy of Alternali's Journal and the third and fourth volumes of Magical Engineering." He grunted. "I've been meaning to get the newest editions anyway."

Eldwyn made a quick nod. "I'll send Mr. Quintus to collect those for you, Sir. As well as get you a new desk and work table."

Ross shook his head. "Don't worry about that right now." He let out a heavy sigh and turned to the fox again. "I have a more immediate concern right now." She whimpered, looking down again. "Sephi..." He sighed again, reaching out to gently rest his hand on her shoulder. "If you had just come to me and tell me of the spill, all would be forgiven. But you only made matters worse. You know you'll need to be punished... again."

"She shouldn't have been in here in the first place!" He looked at the source of the sudden voice. Daph stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, and a scowl on her face. "I tasked you with only the hallway! Why were you even in this room in the first place!?"

"I-I... I..." The vixen sputtered, whimpering again.

Daph shook her head. "Don't give excuses!" She sighed and looked at Ross. "I apologize, Master. It seems my training of her has still been lacking. If you wish to punish me for this failure, I shall accept the blame."

He held his hand up. "No. That will not be necessary." He motioned to Sephi. "But if you could escort her to the font annex for me." The vixen whimpered softly, knowing what that meant.

Daph nodded. "Very well, sir." She stepped over to Sephi, gripping the girl's wrist tightly. "Come with me. You and I are going to have a long talk about following orders while we wait for the master!"

Sephi nodded, not resisting as she was pulled along. "Yes, ma'am."

Ross shook his head as he watched the two leave. "Oh, Sephi. What am I ever going to do with you?"

"You could make her punishment final." Eldwyn suggested.

"NO! No... I am not so cruel." He shook his head. "Not for a simple fire. No one was hurt."

"This time."

Ross nodded. "Yes. But the only person she ever seems to injure is herself."

The horse grunted. "I feel for the young lady, but one day, she will do real damage. Despite the best efforts of myself and Miss Delphani to keep her from places she could get into more trouble, she seems to have quite the knack for it. I'm afraid someday, she will break something important." He stepped over to stand in front of the dragon. "Sir, I know you love every one of your servants, but there comes a time when you must cut someone loose. No matter how much affection you may feel."

"My friend, please do not lecture me on responsibilities. I will run my household and deal with my servants as I see fit." He gave the man a hard look. "Do not forget, my friend. I am still your master as well."

Eldwyn stared back at him for a moment, but then backed down, taking a step away. "Of course, sir. Consider my words a suggestion. I simply fear for the safety of the rest of the staff, as well as that of this mansion and the font."

Ross nodded, taking a breath to calm himself. "Yes. Of course." He gently pat the man's upper arm. "Forgive my outburst. I'm just a little upset about losing my research." He took a deep breath and held it for a moment. "You can rest assured that her punishment will be severe this time." He looked at his desk. "I should begin rewriting my notes for now. Then I will go deal with our clumsy fox."

"Do you need my assistance with anything?"

He shook his head. "No. Go tell Quintus about the items I need replacing. See if he can get the new editions of Magical Engineering for me. The whole set, not just the two that got damaged." He pulled a stack of papers from a shelf nearby. "I will inform Daph before I am to punish Sephi. I'll need the help of one of the staff for the ritual after."

Eldwyn nodded, giving a bow. "Very good, Sir. Best of luck on the notes." With that, he stepped out of the room, leaving Ross to work on reassembling research he had been working on for years.

*     *     *


It took him several hours, but Ross managed to reassemble what he considered the most important of his notes. He would still need to do a few more experiments to verify he got the numbers right. Something he would do later. For now, he made his way down to the underbelly of the mansion, to the whole reason the place was ever built in the first place. In a room deep in the sub-basement was a mass of swirling energy, a fountain of magic. A manafont. It was a spot with so much natural magical energy could be seen, even by the mundane. This one was located in Tuscany. The Italians of old called it La Tempesta Degli Dei, The Storm of the Gods. It was a spot where mana ran rampant, but a source of great power for those that could tap into it. Many such manafonts were scattered around the world, nearly all of them controlled by one of the magical factions or a wizard of some kind.

Ross had had the mansion constructed over this one some four centuries prior, thus the name Palazzo Tempesta, Storm Palace. He had called it his home ever since, though he was not above traveling abroad when the whim struck him. Traveling is how he met all of his staff, after all. Nearly every single one of them was someone he had personally rescued from somewhere. Toma was a homeless vagrant in Brazil he had taken in. Uta he had saved from slave traders in western Africa. Odil he had saved from a fire in Chicago. Illa he saved after her town was decimated during the American Civil War. Daph's town in what is now Romania was struck by illness, and he helped administer a cure, but her family had already died so he took her in.

Eldwyn was unique in this, as Ross did not save him. The man, then a boy, was a student of the Arcanum Scholera, one of the factions dedicated to magical study. Ross had been visiting, and being the champion of Jital, goddess of magic, he had been quite the celebrity. The boy hounded him to become his apprentice, despite Ross turning him down repeatedly, stating he did not take apprentices as a rule. So dedicated to this task was the boy that he abandoned everything and followed Ross for months before he finally caved in and accepted. They have been quite close for nearly three centuries now, and he is glad he made an exception to his rule. Eldwyn is also one of the few in the mansion that he did not give a new name, though the equine still quite graciously took Serventus as his surname, something he has given to the other staff since.

And then there was Sephi. He had saved her from a pair of ruffians that clearly wanted more than just the young vixen's money. He turned the two to ash, and found the young girl, only a teenager at the time, had been living on the streets of St. Petersburg for some time. He took her in as his ward, and gave her the name Persephanya Serventa, which she accepted gratefully. Unfortunately, she has always been clumsy and awkward, and it seems no matter how much training she gets, she always will be. Ross does have a soft spot for her, as he finds her endearing, but he does agree with Eldwyn that her clumsy nature may someday be a problem. For her, and for him.

Turning away from the room containing the swirling energies of the font, he made his way to another, nearby room. He pulled the door open, stepping inside without a word, and closing the door behind him with a heavy thud that echoed around the bare stone walls. There was one occupant inside, that being Sephi. The fox had been stripped of her clothing, which sat neatly folded on a wooden chair in the corner. She had been put into iron chains hanging from the ceiling, keeping her dangling by her arms, just high enough that she couldn't touch the ground. She had been left like this for the hours he was working on remaking his notes.

Still without speaking, he moved not to her, but to a table behind her. A small pitcher of water and several ceramic cups were set about it. He poured water into one of the cups, moving over to the bound woman and standing in front of her. She looked understandably tired from being left like this. He held the water up when she opened her eyes. "M-master..."

He smiled. "Hello, Sephi. Here. Drink. You must be parched." She nodded, and he very carefully held the cup up to her, tilting it so she could sip without getting too much. "More?" She nodded slowly, and he let her get more, until she was sated.

"Thank you, Master." Her voice was still a little hoarse, but nowhere near as rough as it had been a moment before.

He nodded, filling the glass and draining it himself. "You are welcome." He set the glass down. "But I hope you do not think that just this has been your punishment."

She shook her head, even as it hung a little. "N-no... master..."

He reached up to touch her shoulder, right on the numbers. "279 times." He clicked his tongue. "How long have you served me now? 100 years?"

She closed her eyes. "112 years, Master."

He nodded slowly. "112 years. And I've had to punish you nearly three times that number for your failures. No one else in the house has even three digits, and you are nearly at three hundred. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoy the punishment."

She shook her head. "I-I don't..." It was true. While she enjoyed some aspects, she didn't enjoy the pain that came with it. She was just that much of a klutz.

He nodded again, moving his hand under her chin and pulling her head up gently to look into her eyes. "And yet you are here again." She whimpered softly. He sighed softly, letting her chin go. His hand drifted down to her flat belly. "This time, I think I'm going to have to do something more extreme. Simply ending this body won't be enough anymore. You need to learn to be more careful. You need to get it through that thick skull that you can't keep making these mistakes." She let out another whimper, expecting him to start hitting her, or throwing spells to cause pain. Instead, his hand simply slid away as he walked behind her. "This time, all that was lost was easily replaced. But if the fire had reached some of my stored alchemical ingredients... some of them react very explosively with fire."

Sephi let her head hang again. "I... I know, Master. I am sorry..."

He was behind her, pressed close. She gasped as she felt his now bare chest against her back. "Sorry isn't going to fix my desk, or unburn my research notes." He tossed the shirt he removed to the side, reaching down to start removing his pants next. "You know, Eldwyn suggested I shouldn't keep you here anymore. That I maybe shouldn't perform the ritual." She gasped in fear. "That you are a liability, and possibly even a danger. I think I might be starting to agree with him."

She shook her head quickly, whimpering softly. "I-I p-promise to do better! I-I'll... I'll try to... to learn to be... less of a screw up! P-please, Master! Please don't... don't throw me away! I... I d-don't want-"

He grabbed her jaw from behind, clamping it shut. "What you want is irrelevant right now." He could feel her trembling against him. "You'll know my choice after your punishment." He shifted his now bare hips, his cock sliding between her legs to press against her slit. She gasped as she felt it throb against her. It felt bigger than normal. Because it was. He had used a spell to increase its size, the rod no longer only seven inches, but nearing ten, and the girth had grown with it. He pressed the tip against her slit, smirking a little as he felt she was damp. "Are you sure you aren't looking forward to this?"

She shook her head again. She was going to respond when he pulled his hand away, but instead all that came out of her mouth was a gasp and moan as he pushed his length inside. She was always on the tighter side, but with his increasing size, it made the tunnel feel that much smaller around him. And she felt how much he filled her, making her pussy lips spread wider the deeper he got. His cock had a texture to it, one that normally felt incredible for most that experienced it. Right now, it felt quite good for the vixen, but the size was at the edge of too much for her.

Reaching down, he slid his hand under her left thigh, lifting her dangling leg up. This gave him more access to slide his cock fully inside of her. He filled her fully, his tip pressed against the back of the tunnel. She let out another moan, not hiding her pleasure. He smirked. "You are enjoying this?" She nodded quickly. "You know you are not supposed to be."

She nodded again. "I-I know... master... but I cannot help it. You... feel too good i-inside me!"

A chuckle slipped from his lips. "Well, in that case." He reached his other hand around, touching her lower abdomen. With one finger, he drew the shape of a heart right over where her womb was. A line of pink energy was left upon her where he drew, and when he finished the shape, small curls in the same energy spread out from it. Sephi gasped as the spell took effect, one he very rarely had the need to use. Her pleasure started to build on its own thanks to the sigil. She started to squirm even more, her fluffy tail twitching as he had it pinned against his belly. Her pussy grew even more wet than before as the pleasure continued to rise within her.

He reached down and lifted her other leg, holding both so he could start thrusting up into her. The vixen gasped again, crying out. "M-Master!" She panted and tried to hold back the moans, but she was unable, her voice crying out louder as his shaft thrust into her in slow movements. "I-I... I can't..."

"Shhh." He leaned forward to kiss her neck. "You are never good at holding back. So don't try. Let yourself go." She whimpered, her body trembling in his grasp, the chains rattling above her. He could feel her inner walls clenching more and more as the pressure within rose ever higher.

"I... I can't... I'm..." She suddenly threw her head back as an orgasm struck her, making her whole body shake and undulate against him. Her inner walls clenched hard around his large cock, making him have to thrust a little harder to push deep inside. She gasped and panted between her cries of pleasure. The pleasure didn't stop as it normally should, it continued to build rapidly. "M-Mas... mast... master!" She cried out when he struck the back of her tunnel, her juices flowing out of her cunt now, drooling down his thighs and dripping onto the floor. "I... I'm... a-again!"

She cried out as a second orgasm struck, more powerful than the last. Her body shook again, thrashing in his grip. A third followed before the last had ended, sending more overwhelming pleasure throughout her whole body. She cried out louder, unable to speak as her muscles refused to obey her. Her juices splashed out around his shaft, flowing more than ever. When another orgasm struck, she screamed, unable to make any other noise as she was completely overwhelmed by the bombardment of ecstasy. Ross smirked as he noticed her tits start to leak after the fourth struck. When the fifth came, they sprayed their milk out, just as her cunt was spraying her juices.

"T-too... too much!" She gasped the words. "I-I c-can't..." Another scream ripped from her throat as yet another orgasm struck, taking over her body and dominating her mind. Her heart was pounding in her chest hard, and she heard it as throbbing in her ears. Her head felt like fog was filling where her brain should be. Drool dripped off of her chin as she let out her screams and cries. Through it all, he kept thrusting into her, his pace growing harder and faster. With how much her pussy was clamping around him, it felt like he was getting bigger.

She realized at some point that he was getting bigger inside of her. Her vaginal muscles were starting to feel the strain as he spread her wider, her pussy lips at their limit. But somehow the pain only gave her more pleasure. She wanted to beg him to stop, that she couldn't take any more, but she could only cry out as another climax tore through her body. But she felt no chance of passing out, despite how overwhelmed and tired she was now. Another spell he had put on her. She would be forced to endure. She whimpered between pants and gasps as her groin felt the strain of his still swelling cock forcing its way into her.

She felt when something tore, but the agony only set her off on another climax. Blood mixed into the juices drooling down his cock and legs. But he did not stop, he kept thrusting, ramming himself up into her, hammering at her cervix. She screamed when he burst through that barrier, plunging himself up into her very womb. Her belly bulged outwards where the tip of his cock slammed against the inside. Yet even through the pain, she couldn't stop cumming, her nerves on fire from the overwhelming pleasure. She tried again to beg him to stop, but she couldn't make words anymore. Her mind was lost to the feelings dominating her very being.

The thrusting didn't stop. Ross grunted as he shoved harder, feeling the stretchy womb struggling to contain him. He was nearing his own edge, but he wanted to get just that little bit more inside of her before he let himself go. His hips slammed hard into her, his cock still increasing in size within her, spreading her pussy past the breaking point. With a few more hard thrusts, he finally rammed his way through, tearing her womb open and spearing deeper inside of her body. He felt the sudden rush of blood around his shaft, the pulsing of her organs from the pain and pleasure rocking through her body.

He finally let himself go. With a loud cry of his own, he released inside of her. His cock twitched and jerked, and started to spray his seed inside of her body. She felt it flow into her, coating things that should never be touched. Shot after shot pumped up inside of her. With an pang of horror, she realized it wasn't stopping, either. He kept cumming, pouring more and more into her. "M-Mas..." She couldn't get the whole word out, crying out from painful pleasure. More and more of his cum flowed inside of her, filling her in a way she had never felt before. She felt bloated and waterlogged. A new kind of pressure started to build up inside of her body.

Ross grunted as he thrust a little more. The feeling of cumming so much was a little overwhelming even to him, but he would withstand it. His cock jerked and pulsed as it continued to pour more and more and more inside of the vixen. Her belly swelled visibly, pushing outwards unnaturally. Not just her belly, but her chest also seemed to rise, pushed out from the liquid filling all of her. When she tried to cry out again, bloody cum suddenly bubbled up her throat, filling her mouth and pouring out, trying to find any way to release the pressure. But it was not enough as he gave more. Her body continued to swell, her belly several times the size it was before. Her flesh strained, red lines visible through the fur where everything strained to keep together.

Her body was unable to withstand it all for long. With a sudden wet ripping sound, her belly gave out, bursting open. Her mouth opened, but no sound came as the front of her body exploded outwards in a blast of blood, gore, and cum. It splashed out so violently that it hit the wall across from her, several of her dislodged organs flowing out of her with it. To her shame, she came one more time as her body burst, her tits spraying hard, even as she felt the agony of her muscles ripping open. Unable to hold her head up any more, it hung low, and she saw. She saw her body, the front ripped open, exposing her innards... though most were hanging freely from the gaping wound. His cock was still lodged inside of her, the tip still spitting gobs of his cum. Though his flow finally slowed now that he had burst her belly open. Her vision faded, the sight of his cock emerged from the torn remains of her body the last thing she saw.

Ross thrust a few more times to work the last of his cum out. "AH... haven't done that in a long time..." He felt the moment her soul left her body, her heart fluttering to a halt, her life ending. Her spirit did not leave, instead it flowed into him, joining his own. He let out a grunt as he dropped her legs, letting them dangle again. "Ah... ha... okay. Nice and e~eaas... easy... fuck!" He let out a loud cry as he extracted his cock from her corpse. It was still extremely sensitive, but he did manage to finally extricate himself. He stumbled back a step, his back pressed to the wall. He panted heavily, reaching down to gently stroke his shaft. It started to slowly return back to its normal size as he worked the last few shots out. His balls felt more than a little drained by the endeavor. He doubted he'd be able to cum again for a little while. It would take him a few days to recover from this one.

He closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths. It took him a few minutes before felt like he could move without his legs giving out under him. He moved over to the door, pressing a button on a panel on the wall. "Eldwyn?"

It was a few moments before there was a response. "Yes, Sir?"

"Would you and Daph join me in the anex. I'll need some help getting Sephi to the font. I'm..." He chuckled. "A little spent."

"Spent?"

He smirked. "You'll understand when you get here. And have Daph bring someone with a bucket... maybe two. There's some... extensive cleaning that needs to be done." He cleared his throat. "Also have Daph bring who she's chosen for the ritual with her."

"Yes, sir. We shall join you momentarily."

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The horse and wolf set what was left of Sephi's body onto the stone floor in front of the swirling energy of the manafont. Eldwyn looked at his hands, frowning as they had quite a bit of blood and... other substances on them. "You were not kidding about making a mess..."

Ross chuckled. "Yeah, I might have gone a little overboard with her. But hopefully she'll finally learn her lesson this time."

Daph grunted. "I doubt it. But we shall see."

The dragon smiled to her. "Alright. Daph, who have you chosen?"

She stepped forward. "Myself." He quirked an eyebrow. "Her continued mistakes are a result of my failure to train her properly. So I feel I should be responsible for this. You my take my blood for the ritual."

He tilted his head. "Are you sure?"

She stepped forward, getting down to one knee in front of him and bowing her head. "You have tasked me with the training and supervision of the staff, Master. Any failing on their part is thus a failing on mine. So I bear this responsibility, and the consequences. I will accept this as my punishment."

Ross sighed, looking at Eldwyin. The horse just shook his head silently. "Very well. But I will not count this as punishment. Just you doing your duty." He looked again at Eldwyn. "If you could help."

"Of course, Sir."

Ross nodded, then moved over to a table and picked up a sharp kris blade. He walked over to hand it to Eldwyn, but leaned in close. "She is to feel no pain."

Eldwyn smirked. "Sir, you know how she is. But I will... assist her as needed."

He nodded, patting his friend's shoulder. "Good man." Ross stepped away, moving over to the font and holding his hands up. The swirling energy started to move faster as he drew from it. He reached up and touched his chest, pulling from it a small swirl of blue energy. Sephi's soul. He held his other hand out towards Daph and Eldwyn. "I am ready."

The wolf stood up, holding her chin high. "As am I."

Eldwyn stepped close from behind, bringing the blade around. He whispered into her ear. "I will be here for you, puppy." He felt her tail twitch against him, failing to fully subdue a wag. He brought the blade close to her throat, then slowly dragged it across her neck. She tried to gasp, but her breath was suddenly robbed from her. Blood started to flow freely from the clean cut across her throat. But it did not drool down her dress and chest, instead it flowed outwards into the air. It coiled and spun, forming a spinning ball of crimson above Ross' outstretched hand.

Daph watched as her blood flowed away, her body feeling hot and cold at once. And she could not stop herself from pushing a hand under her skirt and grabbing her crotch through her panties, her pussy suddenly feeling more alive than ever as her life was drained away. A tingling feeling spread across her body, even as the weakness was making it hard to stand. Powerful hands moved around her, holding onto her body to keep her upright. Eldwyn whispered to her again. "I'm here." She was grateful to him, leaning back into his arms and body.

Ross nodded. "That is enough." Eldwyn gave a nod in return, his hand trailing up her body, making her shiver. He grasped at her neck, a green energy spreading from his grip around her neck. The wound sealed itself shut, and after a moment, she took in a deep gasp of air now that she could. Her body became limp against the horse, her legs trembling. He gently brought her down to sit on the floor, where she continued to shake and tremble, and finally let out a moan she could not hold back any more. Her panties were soaked against her hand. Soon, another hand joined, the same that had just healed her neck, and slid into those panties to start working against her slit. She moaned louder, then gave a strained sound, her shaking legs clenching around the hand as she finally came. Eldwyn leaned over to kiss her neck and cheek, helping her to work out her lust.

Ross would love to enjoy the show, but he was busy with the ritual. He closed his eyes and focused. He held the spinning ball of blood above one hand, the soul of the dead vixen in the other. Bringing the two together in front of him, he pulled magic from the font. He focused most of it upon the soul, letting it dictate the shape. A body started to form in front of him, starting with the skeleton, then nerves and organs, muscles, skin, and finally fur. It floated in the air before him, lifeless. The blood in his hand drained away into the body, and he sent the soul to follow. A moment later, he sent a shock of electricity across the form, and Sephi gasped back to life, eyes flying open.

She suddenly fell, but Ross caught her before she could make it very far. "Easy. You are returned." He gently lowered her down onto her knees. "Breathe."

She nodded, taking deep breaths, her new body still tingling. It was always an unusual feeling. Disoriented while familiar, her body but not. But she would get used to it quickly. "Y-you... are keeping me... master?"

He smiled. "For now." He took a step to the side, and drew in the air. The numbers Two, Eight, and Zero. They stayed in the air, made of fire. He pushed them forward, and she cried out as they burned into her shoulder, branding her with 280. She gripped her shoulder, but the pain was already fading. "That is a lot, Sephi. I don't know what I'll do with you if you somehow make it to 300."

She nodded slowly. "I... I understand, Master."

She was about to stand, but he put his hand on her arm. "Take your time. And take the rest of today off to recover." He looked over to Daph and Eldwyn. The wolf was still panting and shivering, her face flushed. "Same for you two. Wyn, help Daph back to her room for her to rest... and..." He grinned. "Feel free to help her with her needs for as long as it requires."

The horse smiled, nodding. "Of course, Sir." While not a couple by any means, Eldwyn and Daph were the oldest among the people in the house, save Ross himself, as well as the two heads of staff. They had been quite close for most of that time. Eldwyn was one of the few people to see the lustful side of the typically serious wolf. He helped her to her feet, and let her lean against him. He knew the moment they closed the door to her room, she would be on him like she was in heat. She always got like this when she had to touch death so close. He was quite looking forward to 'helping' her.

Ross looked back down at Sephi. The vixen was still taking deep breaths, and he could feel her soul settling into her new body. The ritual may seem a form of necromancy, but it was not. Necromancy was the one form of magic his patron goddess detested, as it was not made by her, but by mortals cheating the gods. What he did was a form of demonic magic, something he learned from a succubus. The souls of his staff were bound to him, both extending their lives, and granting them immunity to disease and illness. But it meant their lives were controlled by him. But it was not slavery. If any of the staff chose to be free of the bond, he would release them, and they would be free to live the rest of their normal lives as they saw fit. But it was rare for anyone to choose to be released. They all worshiped him, and he in turn appreciated every one of them.

He moved over to a table and picked up something. Returning to Sephi, he set it down in front of her. Her folded clothing. "Here. I made sure none of it got anything on them, so they should be clean."

She smiled, looking up at him. "Thank you, Master."

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, making her let out a soft giggle, her tail twitching behind her. "You are welcome. Get yourself dressed, then get yourself some rest. " She nodded. "And please, from now on, no more accidents?"

She nodded slowly again. "I will try, Master." She looked up as he took a step away. "Thank you for keeping me!"

He smiled. "Of course, my dear vixen. You know I don't like to give up on projects." She blushed, but nodded as she started to get dressed again. Once she was, he held a hand out, helping her to her feet. "Now. How about we get some food. I'm quite hungry after all this." She nodded quickly, smiling. Her new body had not eaten anything... ever... and she was feeling quite hungry.

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