[b][u][center]A Study of Connections Part 11 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Hazel was almost herself when she reached the door to Tristan’s office. Pardon, High Priest Tristan Drust’s office. She grumbled under her breath, still holding out a little frustration from the way that he had been judging her the day before when he’d been going around and sucking dick and offering his ass to various monsters before coming to the church. There might – might – have been an argument that he hadn’t known better and she should have, but at the same time, she was the one that had gone through the worst of the two situations. Not willing, but raped, and then corrupted rather than tempted. That was the difference. [i]She[/i] had held herself together. Mostly. She didn’t want to think too closely about what she had done with Vakrozad the night before. That was something that had been a compromise of morals to the nth degree, and something that she had been ashamed of almost as soon as they were done. Cleaning up had been something to clear her head and soothe her shame as much as it had been to get rid of all the slime that had been left behind. Shaking her head, she put that behind her for the moment. If all went well today, she should have an easier time going forward. She wouldn’t have those parts between her legs, and she… Well, hopefully she’d stop thinking like a breeding bitch under the ritual. No more corruption would mean no more temptation. She lifted her hand to knock on the door, but it opened before she could. Stepping out was none other than Sparrow, dressed in the same gown of shame as she wore, and… And she wore a collar. Hazel’s eyes went wide as she saw it, and Sparrow’s cheeks burned as she was recognized. They both stared at each other for a moment or three. “Is something the matter, Miss Sparrow?” Tristan asked from deeper in the office. “Uh, no,” Sparrow said. “Just, um…Hazel’s here.” “Ah. Do you two need –” “Yes!” Hazel said, dragging her friend out and pulling the door shut. They hurried down the hall, mostly through Hazel’s own insistent tugging. More than once, Sparrow blushed, pushing down on her own gown, trying to keep the front and back from flaring up, but it was something that was completely futile. If the dress was going to do it, then it was going to do it, and there was nothing that either of them could try that would stop it. She’d learned that much, at least. She dragged her friend around the corner, hiding them from anyone that would be able to sneak up on them. It was not that private, but it was private enough, giving them a commanding view of either direction in the hall so that nobody could get close without them seeing the others first. It would have to do. She hooked a finger through the leather collar, pulling Sparrow closer. “What the hell are you doing, wearing this?” “Mmmph. Stop pulling.” “Do you know what this is?” “Of course! I learned how to read magic too, you know.” So she knew, and she still took it? She still… Magic. Reading. She hadn’t done that at the bakery, more concerned with the fact that the collar had matched what she’d seen in her visions. All that and she hadn’t even seen what it could do, what it would do to the young woman there. Hazel was an idiot. She reached out with her own detect magic spells, running them around the black leather collar. It was definitely soaked with magic, and divine magic, too, for that matter. Darker divine, yes, but divine nonetheless. It had several different effects woven into the leather, and the more that she ‘read’ them, the more that she shivered at the idea of wearing a collar like that herself. It was build to make sure that the wearer was always feeling a low level of arousal, always feeling a bit horny at the very least. They weren’t exactly in heat, but they were…tipsy, she supposed, was the best word for it. Tipsy with horny. It took very little to take that further and get them into a mood for rutting, almost like putting a horny bitch into the yard and then showing her a stud. She might not have started in the mood, but she would be after that. And that was just the start. There were commands written through the leather, little bits and pieces that were meant to keep the person wearing it under a tight leash. They would pull tight when needed, ensuring that the collar would keep the person wearing it from running off or causing trouble. Most of all, she could feel a different sort of tug from the collar, something that was attached to a name. She didn’t recognize it, but she could bet that it was for the hobgoblin that she had been fucking in the Vault. “Why?” she asked. “Why am I wearing this?” Sparrow clarified. Hazel nodded. “Because…I like it.” “You like being someone’s pet?” “Well…sexually, yeah.” “Why?” “Because not all of us like to tell people what to do.” “You’re a [i]librarian.[/i] It’s in the job description.” “Yes, but I don’t want to be on the job all the time.” She couldn’t argue that, but she still clenched her teeth. The thought of someone close to her wearing that collar sent a shiver down her spine, and not just from the fact that Sparrow obviously was enjoying it. And very obviously, for that matter. Her nose could pick up the smell of the other woman’s arousal even through the dress of shame. No, it was more… More the fact that she could feel herself being slightly envious, curious, wanting it. The very fact that she could come anywhere near that when she opposed the idea so furiously before was not a good thing. She needed to get a handle on herself before someone else did it for her. “Just…be careful, okay?” “Hazel, they’re good people.” “They’re…some of them are.” She was better than Aster, but she realized in that moment that she still had her own problems with the hobgoblins. She knew that Vakrozad was good, and that the clan as a whole was okay, but that wasn’t enough to completely overwhelm what she had been taught her whole life. Seeing that the hobgoblins were here and willing to learn about Erastil, even though they were still somewhat worshiping other gods and demons, was one thing. Trying to believe that they weren’t going to take advantage of someone collared… Well, that was another. Sighing, she shook her head. She would have to deal with that later and hope that Sparrow didn’t do anything stupid while wearing the collar. For the moment, she had a very important appointment with Tristan that she couldn’t afford to miss. “Just be careful, okay? That thing –” “It can control me. I know.” “And that can be…fun. But just don’t let them make you do something bad.” “How bad can it be?” [i]Very,[/i] she thought. [i]And a lot worse than you think.[/i] The whole thing sent a shiver down her spine, and not the good sort that she got when she was getting fucked. It was the sort of shiver that told her that there was something horrible going on and that she had missed it. But that would have to wait for later. She put that out of her head, let Sparrow go, and watched as the librarian walked off. The sight of what the other woman’s ass looked like in the dress of shame made her reach back and press the flap at the back of hers down a little further. If she showed off that much just by walking, she didn’t want to think about how much she must have shown off running through the forest last night. Shaking her head, she walked back to Tristan’s office. The door was still unlocked and she stepped inside, pulling it shut tight afterwards. She clicked the lock as the high priest looked up at her. “I’m assuming that Sparrow hadn’t told you about the collar beforehand.” “No, no, she hadn’t.” “And you didn’t know about what they did to the other villagers?” “No…I was a little too…” “…Too what?” “Nevermind,” she muttered. “If there’s something you know, I should hear it.” “…Can it wait until after we try the healing?” “I suppose.” “Then let’s wait.” “Fine. Then take off the dress.” She blushed, but she knew that it was for the best. The less that was in the way, the better. And besides, Tristan had already seen what she had between her legs, considering what Vakrozad had done. She could deal with him seeing a bit more. She slowly slid out of the dress, folding it up and resting it against one of the branches that ran through the room. It retracted against the wall, keeping it out of the way as she turned her naked body towards the high priest. The feeling of her breasts bouncing slightly, the slight twitching going on between her ass cheeks – goddamn, that fuck had left a mark – and the feeling of showing off her pussy… It was surprisingly erotic, and she struggled not to get wet. Tristan got up from his desk, walking around to stand in front of her. She blushed worse as he stared at her dog pussy, knowing that the spade was too thick and too puffy to really hide. It pushed itself forward even when she had her thighs together, impossible to pull back and keep hidden. She was starting to see how men felt, considering that the only way that they could hide their junk was to stand at the most awkward angle possible and pull it back between their thighs. He shook his head. “I can feel the corruption coming off of that, Hazel. How the hell have you hidden this?” “Carefully. Very, very carefully.” “It’s barely contained.” “I know.” “And it’s contagious.” “I – what?” “If anyone else has touched this, then they’ve taken some of Melchiresa’s power into themselves. Is there anyone that we should be contacting?” Gods, the idea that it might have been contagious had never crossed her mind. She thought that it had been contained, held down into that part, and that it would never be able to get free. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. What should she say? The bodyguards that she had ended up fucking? The hunters at the lodges? The hunters’ dogs? The wolves? There were too many to list, and most of them were wild, feral things that undoubtedly were now starting to warp into something hellish. Oh, god, if Erastil could ever forgive her for that, then he was a better god than he had any right to be. “Hazel?” Tristan asked, pulling her out of her own head again. “…There might be a few.” “We’ll get the names after we’re done, then.” “You can fix this, then?” “…I can try. It’s been given a long time to grow stronger, and there’s a lot of it clustered between your legs.” Now she was even happier that she had managed to keep it to just anal between her and Vakrozad. It was one thing to have worshiped a demon lord. It was another thing entirely to have their corruption pumped into your body and try and resist it. He was…a decent man, if not an entirely good one, and he didn’t deserve that sort of treatment. She spread her legs further, allowing Tristan to move between them. He rubbed her gently, not sexually, but more like a shaman or a doctor, rubbing her along her lips and seeing how she responded. Little touches, little probes, things that made her shiver but still told him things about how she was. “Very sensitive,” he muttered. “I know.” “You’ve been…experimenting solo, then?” “I’ve masturbated, yes.” “I was trying not to turn it sexual.” “I know, but…mmmph…you’re still…” “I know. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. It has to be done.” And that was what she was telling herself to try and get her guilty conscience to not feel quite so bad. It was already angry at her for going through this now, for allowing someone else to touch her down there. She didn’t need it to get worse. She spread her legs further as Tristan knelt down before her, feeling his magic starting to tingle through his fingers and into her thighs. There was a tugging, twitching, clenching feeling going through the muscles around her crotch, and she gritted her teeth. “What’s that?” “I’m pulling the corruption towards one point.” “My…sex.” “Yes.” “You’re going to try and make me squirt it out?” “Something along those lines.” “That’s…messy.” “I know, and I’m sorry.” She knew that he was trying to make her feel better, but all that Tristan was making her feel was awkward and horny, and more than a little of both. It didn’t help that when she looked down, she could see a hint of a bulge growing in his robe, pushing it up a little bit the longer that he looked at the animal sex between her legs. Something different, indeed, in his tastes for people. She groaned as he rubbed along the base of her spade, running from the less swollen side to the more swollen, shivering and feeling her legs go funny as he circled her clit. Her juices were running hot, now, and her nipples were hard. “Mmmph…” “It’s not much longer.” “Ah…ah…I’m pretty sure…you’re enjoying this…as much as me,” she panted. “That’s not what I’m here for.” “Doesn’t mean it’s not – ah – not true.” “I’m the high priest. I’m not allowed to…go that far.” “Must miss your old days, then.” Tristan’s up-til-then careful finger suddenly slipped, jamming into her for a second before he yanked his hand free. She gasped at the sudden penetration, almost wishing that it had continued for a second before he pulled his hand back completely. She stumbled backwards for a moment as he looked up at her. “What did you say?” “Sorry. Forget it.” “No, what was that?” “I…I talked to Mol, earlier.” “…oh, Erastil…” Tristan’s cheeks burned, and that was all the confirmation of the truth that she needed. If he hadn’t been some sort of eager camp follower, some sort of eager whore, she was sure that he would have looked different in that moment. As it was, he clearly didn’t want to go there, didn’t want to think about it. And the fact that he actually didn’t argue, the fact that he was obviously on the back foot, spoke to something in her. [i]He’s not the alpha.[/i] She had no idea where that idea came from, but she knew that it came from somewhere deep inside. The idea that Tristan could have been the alpha had been there, and she had been going along with him because she trusted where he wanted her to go, that he had a good idea of what they were supposed to do. The high priest was the one that was supposed to guide the church and all those in it, after all. But what if the high priest didn’t know what he was doing? What if the high priest was weak? What if the high priest could be dominated? [i]Then the one that does the dominating is the alpha…[/i] Alpha. The word was coming to her again, and she knew that she had heard it somewhere before. She didn’t know where, and it bothered her. Something was wrong, but…but the urges…the urges were rising. She was so horny, so wet from how he was treating her. And if he wasn’t going to deliver… [i]He’s supposed to…to fix me…[/i] But wasn’t part of fixing, part of healing, tending to the urges and such, as well? Wasn’t one supposed to feel better after being healed? And didn’t she have something that needed taking care of after all the teasing, all the building up? Hazel didn’t even know what she was doing. All she knew was that, one moment, she was standing there staring down at Tristan, trying to figure out what to do next, and the next, she had her hand on the back of his head, dragging him forward into her pussy. The puffy, hot, sensitive flesh parted as he opened his mouth, and his scream became a tongue sliding into her sex. “Ah!” She gasped, hunching her hips forward, leaning forward as she rested her hands on his head and shoulders. The sudden warmth, the feeling of his breath against her spade, against her puffy cunt, made her moan for more. Her toes curled, her eyes rolled back, and she could feel his tongue wiggling back and forth. His hands rested against her thighs, clenching, trying to push her back, but she had the leverage, now. She could feel his tongue getting wilder in her, trying to get itself free, and she clenched against him. Her nose, her nose picked up the smell of male arousal, and she realized that his slight boner was turning into something thicker. [i]You want it…[/i] Hazel panted, grinding her pussy down on his tongue, smearing her juices as she went. She loved the feeling of being tongue-fucked, worshiped, licked like a queen bitch should be. The feeling of his tongue, the warmth of his breath, kept returning and teasing her and making her shiver from head to toe. [i]More…[/i] She started to thrust against his face, little ones, grinding, thrusting, pushing, pulling him against her pussy. She’d drag herself upwards, leaving his tongue sliding out of her and letting him breathe a little easier as she ground her juices against his face, against his nose, and then would slide back down. His tongue would be waiting, at first out of shock, and then, slowly, out of intention. She realized that he knew his place, that he knew what was required of him. He was sliding into it easily, pushing himself up and making himself available for her. She shifted her footing, rubbing her toes against his robe, and she found his bulge, alright. It wasn’t…that big, really, but it was still there . [i]He likes it.[/i] That soothed her conscience, allowing her to keep going, to play with herself, to enjoy herself. She might not be alpha compared to Vakrozad and the others, or at least not yet, but she could feel the pleasure that was running through her now. No good bitch would allow a lesser male to mount her. No good bitch would let a weaker male have his turn. No, they had to earn it, and if they didn’t, it was tongue and tongue alone. She gripped his hair, pulling him roughly between her legs, grinding down on his face as she felt her pleasure climbing. His tongue was as good as a mounting post, stiff and pointed for her to ride, to hump, to thrust against. She rode him, her breasts rising and falling as she started to pick up the pace, the smell and feel of sweat on her body growing stronger. Gone were the clean smells of the bath, back were the smells of body and sex, of heat and need. Thrust, slide, thrust, slide, the instincts of pleasure calling the shots and directing her motions. Forward, back, forward, back, sliding her puffy spade against his tongue, feeling it depressing it, squishing it, rubbing it. She was leaving wet marks all over his face, pulling on his tongue, grinding on it… Growing…it… It was longer, she realized, longer than it should have been, and that was what finally pushed her over the edge. When he thrust his tongue into her, when she felt it going further than a human tongue could, and when she realized that it was all down to her, she [i]came.[/i] “NNNNNNNNNNGHOOOOOO!” It was a howl, she realized, and she stifled it as soon as it started to come out of her mouth. When the moan turned to a howl, when she realized just what had happened, she jammed her fist into her mouth to keep anyone from hearing. She kept cumming, though, squirting, splashing, covering Tristan’s face and robes with all that she had. Eventually, it stopped, and she was able to pull her hand from her mouth. She slowly stepped back from him, panting harder than before, her cheeks burning as she realized how much she had lost control. Tristan looked up at her, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog that couldn’t quite stop panting, and she wondered if he’d even be able to pull it back into his mouth. The feeling of corruption in the air was thick and heavy, and she shivered as she tried to reach out to it. Her magic, her power, the strength of Erastil was still there, but as she reached for it and tried to hold it, there was something more. [i]Melchiresa…[/i] The power of the hound, the demon lord, and of hell was mixed in with all that she had, pulling and pulsing through the holy power that she tried to wield. Light and dark pulled at her, and she panted as she tried to banish the corruption in the air. She couldn’t, though. It was too mixed. All she could do was channel it into something, and she…she was the only fit vessel. She pulled it in, and she gasped as she felt little tingles running through her chest and belly, and then down through her legs. The juices on the floor, that had to be reabsorbed. She pulled it in, and she felt it soaking through her feet, through her soles, tingling as it started to fill in her – “Ah…ah…” Her feet started to darken along the top, starting to show signs of corruption, of hellhound fur. Her toenails did the same, darkening and lengthening, pushing forward from the tips of her toes into the beginnings of claws. The sides of her feet, the bottoms? The beginnings of pads, too. [i]Oh no…oh no…[/i] The last of it, she channeled at Tristan, giving him a bit of a further transformation, enhancing the space that he had in his mouth and throat, allowing his tongue to finally slide back inside. He gasped as he finally dragged it back in, huffing softly. “Nnngh…” “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t…I’m sorry…” “What’s done is done,” he said, his cheeks redder than his professional tone suggested they should be. “Now, we need to find a way to deal with it.” “I know, but…” “Did you know that would happen?” “No. Not until you said that it was contagious.” He nodded, rubbing his forehead as he got to his feet. He looked at his robes, and then blushed. “I think I’m going to need to change…” “You, um…you do that…” She was a little too busy trying to feel her own new changes. She had felt tingles running up and down her chest and belly, and while she didn’t see anything new down there, she was all too aware of the anatomy of a canine at this point. There were belly nipples for the females, and she wondered if those would start growing in this time. She hadn’t gotten that much the last time, but that might have been a lack of time on Melchiresa’s part. But if she wanted to get a breeder this time… [i]Oh gods…please, Erastil…[/i] As Tristan went to one side of his office, she leaned back against the wall. She didn’t care that she was naked, nor did she care – or at least, not much – that her feet had become the beginnings of paws. She’d find some way to hide that, she knew that much. No, it was the other thing that had happened during the sudden rut. She had started seeing herself as Tristan’s alpha, and he hadn’t done anything to change that. [i]I’m not a dog. We don’t think like that. We’re people…[/i] And yet, she couldn’t shake it. She had dominated him, and that meant, in some part of her mind, that she was more ‘in charge’ than he was. As such, she should be telling him what to do, not – Hazel got a handle on that thought and choked it off before it could get any louder. She was going to have a hard enough time with this, she didn’t need to make it worse for herself by cutting off her only real source of advice. Aster did not count for that. As she forced that thought down, swearing she could hear growls as she did, Tristan got changed. She didn’t see him naked, but she didn’t need to. She’d felt what he had to offer, and the cruel part of her had been willing to laugh at it. The rest of her, the charitable part, just said that it wasn’t much, but that part? Yeah, it would have laughed at him if it had seen it hanging free. As he turned to her, robe pulled tight, he blushed. “I think…I think we need to not try that again. At least, not until I purge what you soaked me with.” “Was it a lot?” she asked. “It was…a fair bit,” he admitted. “I was pulling it down there to drain, and then you forced most of it down my throat.” “I guess we’re lucky that it only changed your tongue.” “Yes. Lucky.” “…Was there more?” “Not in body,” he said, tapping the side of his head. “It’s more…up here.” “…Something calling you a ‘bitch’?” she guessed. And just like that, Tristan’s cock jumped right up in his robe. She slapped her hand across her face, and he groaned and blushed. “That answers that…” “I didn’t know that could happen that quickly,” Tristan muttered. “I didn’t either, but you learn something new every day.” “Does…did that happen to you?” “…Kind of.” “What –” “I don’t want to talk about that.” Tristan opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked down at his bulge, and then at her, and then back to his desk. She could tell what he was thinking. Every other partner that she had come in contact with on the road to the temple would be carrying the same sort of corruption that they were, and that meant that there were endless possibilities of that spreading throughout the lower part of the continent. They could have an entire corridor of corruption leading from Absalom to the temple, and considering that she had been taking a main road, and how the hunters of Erastil could be a bit more ‘free’ with their love than the priests… Well, there was the risk of a serious contagion out there. That said, the minute that they started looking into it, word would spread that the church had been compromised. Their services, even the ones that were needed for purging demons and other things from corrupted lands, would be suspect. They would be held back, and that would give the demons room to work. They would have to do it quietly, and that meant slowly, particularly since Tristan would want to keep her name out of it. She would appreciate that, but… But that wouldn’t help with finding the ferals that had used her, and were probably breeding themselves into hellhounds even then. [i]Fuck…[/i] “I’ve messed this up. Badly.” “Perhaps,” Tristan said. “But we may have a way out of this.” “What?” “The Primal Point.” “That’s just…I saw what it would take to get there, and I don’t think I can do that, Tristan.” “You might have to.” “Why? What could we get from that?” “Something more powerful than us. Something godly. Perhaps even something along the lines of a true Wish.” She hadn’t thought of that. She hadn’t thought of much, for that matter, since she had started falling further and further into the corruption and the desires that held her. There was the purpose of finding the links between Melchiresa and Erastil, which in turn had become investigating Primal Points, which in turn had become something else entirely. But it was clear that the two of them were bound, somehow. There was no getting around that. They had both gone to the Point, and they had both been altered, somehow, when they went there. It was just a matter of how, and even if only a portion of the deific and demonic power remained there… Well, there might indeed be something strong enough to carry out a purging of all these problems. She would have to find out when they got there. “Alright. Then…I’ll have to find it. One way, or another.” Tristan nodded. She wished that certain parts didn’t clench at the thought of that. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: The healing meeting doesn’t really go as expected. Starting off with finding Sparrow wearing a collar, it only goes downhill from there. Tags: M/F, femdom, human, half-elf, priests, cunnilingus, dog anatomy, dog pussy, spade, church, squirt, corruption, nudity, magic, fantasy, series, cum, orgasm, squirt, foot focus, feet, barefoot, transformation,