[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 14 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The next day came, and the trio started to put their plans into action. The only way that they were going to disrupt Master Brundir’s plans was if they could break his deals with the city nobles and other officials. The more of those they could render illegal, the better. If they shattered enough of them, then the rest of the officials and higher-ups might jump ship to avoid sinking with the rest of them. It was a weak hope, but it was all that they had. Vitus in particular didn’t hold out a great deal of hope for it, and he’d told a small lie during the meeting the night before. That connection…wasn’t their only hope. The hellhound leaned back in his seat, trying to ignore the vague discomfort that left him in the base of his tail. The more that he remembered how much he changed, the less he liked it, and the more uncomfortable he felt as a general rule. Yet, what else was he supposed to feel? He was…well, he was becoming a corrupted creature, something else that Master Brundir would be able to manipulate and bind to him during the ritual. If he didn’t do it earlier, that was; it was entirely possible that the various bits of debauchery and other demonic things that Vitus had been doing would complete the transformation well-ahead of the investigation and the ritual itself, and then…well, he didn’t know what Master Brundir would do. What he did know was that there was a way out, though he didn’t want to take it. The hellhound looked down at his hands, running his fingers against each other. His hands were tipped with claws now, and there were pads along his palms. Fur ran along his limbs, and he could feel the way that they were designed to shred and cut and pull in ways that mortal hands were never meant to do. And the one that had given this to him…she wasn’t gone. From what he had gathered from Cazna, and from what he’d figured out on his own, Melchiresa was still watching, and if he reached out for her, she’d probably answer. The questioning thought almost made him reach out right then and there, and he stopped himself. He didn’t know if she would answer or not, but he did know that he didn’t know what he’d say if she did. And he knew that he mostly wanted to do it to prove Cazna and himself wrong, to prove that he had managed to sever the connection between himself and the demon lord rather than just quiet it down. He clenched his hand into a fist, looking down at the claws as they almost ripped through his skin. The idea of letting himself run loose, the idea of giving himself to Melchiresa to get out of this contract, was not a pleasant one. It would mean letting her have his soul again, and he still remembered how it felt to give that up before. The slimy emptiness that had been left behind was not something he wanted to feel again. A shiver ran down his spine, but he managed to stop it. Barely. Just barely. Master Brundir would be coming around soon, and Vitus had every reason to believe that he was going to want something…different. The aasimar had been vaguely flirtatious ever since day one, and he had little doubt that was due to the contract making him more inclined to listen. The idea of… [i]He already used me once. He did…and I…[/i] Vitus rubbed his head, lowering his partially-formed muzzle between his hands, running his fingers through the stubble that remained around the sides of his face. It was a constant reminder that he was losing his humanity, but that memory, that was something else. That was a reminder that he was losing his mind. He still vaguely remembered that he had allowed the aasimar the chance to fuck him, though the memory was vague enough that he didn’t remember if he’d made the offer or been made to accept one. The sensation was a phantom, nothing more, but he could almost feel that dick in his ass again, feel the way that it had parted his hole, opened him up, made him feel someone else inside of him. He groaned under his breath, rocking forward on his couch, leaning into his hands. The feeling grew stronger the longer that he thought about it, the feeling of that phantom cock rubbing against his prostate making his pointed cock slowly rise from its sheath. The feeling was not a bad one, but it wasn’t one that he wanted to feel right then. The idea of being under his Master only made him want to seek the other male out, to find the aasimar and beg for it again. That wasn’t him. That wasn’t [i]him.[/i] That was the him that Master Brundir wanted him to be, and that was the him that he couldn’t afford to be. Vitus took a deep breath, pushing the thought down, and slowly, the phantom of the memory left. He no longer felt like he was getting his ass stretched out, and he no longer felt like he was going to get fucked right into the chair. He was able to sit up again, even though his cock was pointing up and out of its sheath, and he looked down at it, glaring at the throbbing red rod. “You’re never going to be anything less than trouble, are you?” he muttered under his breath. His cock throbbed and bounced in response. “I didn’t think so.” Shaking his head, he got to his feet, or rather to his paws. He padded across his small workspace, making his way to the living quarters further on in his little house. The whole place was quiet, since Cazna had gone down to meet with Robin, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t smell what they’d done the night before. The whole place reeked of the smell of sex, and he groaned as he rubbed his nose, trying to put it out of his mind for the moment. After all, if he thought of the were-rat again…or the half-harpy… The images of the two of them popped into his head once more, and he leaned against the wall with a low growl. It was like he was gathering a harem of sorts. The were-rat, Robin, Sergeant Adair. She was a…a rather beautiful were-rat, though she was something of a plainer human. Not ugly, by any means, but certainly more of an average person. As soon as she became a were-rat, though, her fur hugged curves that her human form would have been jealous of, and her body was utterly sensual, beautiful, fine and lovely. And her paws… He groaned, rubbing his head. That had to be something from outside of his own mind, something that had been added from outside, but her paws were lovely, too. The soft pink along the underside, the long, dexterous toes, the way that she gasped and moaned whenever they were touched when they were making love… The fact that she called him Alpha had sent stirrings of lust right to his cock last night, the hellhound inside of him begging for that pleasure again and again. The dark beast loved the fact that it had its choice of bitches, either with the were-rat in all her bounteous curves, or… Or with Cazna. He shivered as he thought of the dark-skinned drow, knowing that she had her own goals and directives, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t harbor fantasies. She was technically his slave, meaning that he could do anything to her that she wanted, and she was confident enough that she could turn him that she was more than willing to tempt him into doing something stupid in order to make that happen. Hell, she had been the one to bring out the hellhound on the cart, almost sending them both to prison at the time. If he’d known what he knew now, if he’d known that the silver was dooming the entire city… Those worries slipped away in favor of the memories of her body. Dark skin that dampened quickly with sex sweat, making her shine as if she were some oiled-up dancing girl from the slave markets in the far lands. Soft breasts that had only grown bigger and bigger the longer that he’d known her, and a pussy that was never anything less than drenched. He could still remember how she flaunted it, how she had her clit pierced. The idea of attaching a leash to it and bringing her around like a proper bitch made his cock feel as if it might explode, like he could fuck his way right through the wall in front of him. And even disregarding that… Just like with Robin, he knew that this wasn’t his fetish. He knew that he had never been interested in paws, feet, or anything like that before coming here, but now…now, the idea of those talons…the idea of them wrapped around his cock and milking him for everything that he had… Vitus rolled against the wall, facing towards the middle of the living room. His cock throbbed, twitching like mad, a long string of corrupted pre-cum running down from the tip and hanging halfway from the floor. His cock twitched at the idea of Cazna dragging her toe along his shaft, and it flung the rope of pre-cum forward, making it land on another couch, adding to the smell of sex in the room. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” The hellhound loved the fact that it had started a pack, loved the fact that there were plenty of bitches that were willing to serve it. Robin, Cazna, and maybe others. Others that would be eager to suck its dick, others that would take on the curse of the Hound and become more and more bestial, more and more like the non-humans that were so much [i]sexier[/i] to him when he was feeling like this. “Okay…you…” He pointed at his cock, glaring at it. “You’re going to…shut up…right now…or we’ll see how much you like a bit of ball torture.” His cock throbbed, almost as if challenging him. “Alright. You asked for it.” Vitus lifted his hand, and then brought it down on his balls. Hard. # Robin blinked, half-swearing that she’d heard a howl in the distance. It faded quickly, admittedly, but at the same time… She shook her head, putting it out of her mind for the moment as she focused on the job at hand. A runner had come around, giving her a message from Cazna. The drow was coming down, claiming that she needed to file a report. The sergeant imagined that this would be the first stepping stone towards trying to sink Brundir, but she didn’t know for sure. She was trying to keep her mind on work as she went through the morning paperwork, but it was harder than she wanted to admit. The feeling of need from last night had faded, for the most part, but there was still a twinge that went through her pussy from time to time. She didn’t know if it was like the were-rat heat that was still in her body, or if it was something that Vitus – that her Alpha had left behind, or…or something else, but she was constantly distracted by it, always wondering how it would feel if the hellhound were to turn up and throw her over her desk and – Robin flicked the side of her head, making the idea disappear in the stinging ache that was left behind. She reached down to her hand, rubbing the ring that she’d put on again. The feeling of the gold band helped restore some of her more human focus, and she was able to pull up the reports again. Unfortunately, that also meant that she started thinking of Piers again. Her husband had been asleep when she’d gotten home, thankfully, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t had an earful for her that morning. The both of them were members of the city watch, and that meant that he knew exactly what her shifts were supposed to be, where she was stationed day in and day out, and that meant that he knew [i]exactly[/i] when she was supposed to be home. Lacking any ability to lie, she had been forced into nothing but silence, and had counted herself lucky that she had been able to wash off the smell of sex before getting home. That had prevented it from getting any worse, at least. Even with that, though, she knew that he was going to want an explanation, eventually. She’d just have to find time today to come up with one. [i]But after dealing with Brundir.[/i] She sighed. That was going to be the hard part. As the most respected hero in the city of Absalom, the aasimar not only had the power of the people behind him, but also the respect of the different officers of the city watch, [i]and[/i] the protection of a number of different nobles, even ones that didn’t have parties with him. They were all aware of the power that the great adventurer had brought with him when he settled in the city, and nobody wanted to tempt him to take it away. It was like trying to investigate a temple, except a hundred times worse. But there was nobody that was above the law, and his way of playing with the rules rankled at her. One did not use the laws of the city as a mere toy, as a way to play with the world and then say that it wasn’t your fault when it started breaking down. The rules were there for a reason, and you followed the spirit of them as well as the letter. Another report on a minor crime read, another report filed. It was almost mechanical as she worked, making sure to put each one where it belonged for the lower-ranking members of the watch to sort it out. Most of them were too minor to need more than a single person or a pair to work it out, but the ones that required a squad or more she set aside in another pile. [i]Almost done. Then I can get started on the other list.[/i] The list of nobles and officials that had made deals with Brundir. Once she had that list, she could go on a more private investigation, though only in her off-hours. Oh, lord, Piers was going to – “Sergeant Adair.” She jumped to her feet, standing with her hand over her heart in a sudden thump of a salute. It was pure instinct, but it was for the best, considering who said it. Piers Adair. Rather, Commander Piers Adair. Her husband was not a minor member of the watch in the slightest, though he was thankfully assigned to a district of the city where they didn’t normally cross paths. Normally. This wasn’t normal. He was a tall man, one that loomed about three inches over her, though she wondered if he’d still be that tall if she had transformed. With hair that was cropped and red, almost burning red against his pale skin, he looked like someone that had come in from the country rather than someone that had been born and raised in Absalom. Today, he’d decided to wear his steel armor rather than his leathers, and she groaned. This meant that he was prepping for a fight; he never wore those when he thought that things would go calmly. “Commander Adair,” she said, punching her chest again before dropping her hand to her side. “What’s the problem?” “I need to talk to you privately.” “Sir?” “Don’t ‘sir’ me. Privately.” “…An interrogation room should be open.” “That’ll do.” He gestured, and she led the way, walking down the hall of the little office. It wasn’t much, and the interrogation room was little more than a stone cube that kept people from getting away while officers of the watch talked to them, but that was all that they needed. She walked in, waited for her husband to follow, then shut the door behind them. No sooner had the door shut than he turned to face her. “Are you insane?” “Arguably, but you’ve asked that ever since I joined the watch.” “Don’t play games with me. I know where you went last night.” “…Do you?” “You were at Brundir’s mansion again.” Again. That meant that he probably thought that she was chasing after a case rather than what she was really doing. Then again, that depended on who told him that she was up there. Robin put on as neutral an expression as she could, folding her arms and leaning against the wall. “You’re not wrong. I did go up there after my shift last night.” “Why?” “Because there was something I needed to check out.” “Robin, you went up there like you were drunk.” So, she was seen going there, rather than coming back. That was important to know, and it meant that she had someone that was following her. Someone that her husband had put on her heels, though? Or someone else that ratted her out? [i]Don’t think about ratting out…[/i] Already, she could feel the were-energy under her skin, and she had figured out that while the first change happened under the moonlight, the others might not be so…considering. She could end up transforming without any warning, with her body warping and cracking and shifting without anyone else being the wiser as to why. And if it was emotion-based, she was seriously in the wrong job for that. The frustration that came up on a daily basis was enough to remind her of how bad an idea that was. No, she needed to stay focused, needed to pay attention. If her husband had something to say – or worse, if he was on Brundir’s payroll – she needed to find out now. He was still talking, too. “They told me that you were almost falling-down drunk, and that you disappeared almost as soon as you walked onto the grounds. They said that you were taken to one of the guest houses there.” “…” “Robin…” “Yes, Commander?” “Are you…” “I can’t answer your question if you’re not going to say it, Commander.” He groaned, shaking his head as he started pacing around the room. He was obviously not a happy man, and she knew that he was fighting himself as much as he was doing anything else. Piers had never been the happiest in their relationship, always worried about whether he was doing good enough for her, always scared for her if she did something on her own. Sometimes, she wondered if he believed she was capable of anything. Other times, she wondered how much he hated himself to believe that he had to do literally everything for everyone. Eventually, the clanking Commander turned to her again. “I’m going to ask this once. Did you go up there to investigate him, or did you go up there to…see someone?” So, he was suspicious of that. She had been fairly sure that he was, but it was one thing to guess, and another to have it confirmed. Robin sighed. “I went up to talk to someone about a case.” “And after?” Piers was obviously bothered by the possibility of her being with someone else, and Robin…was surprised at how little it bothered her. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Piers. She wouldn’t have married the red-head if there wasn’t some affection between them, some feeling of good times between them. They’d dated while he had been a member of the watch, and she had just been some newcomer to the city. She’d learned the ins and outs of Absalom while learning about him, and he’d shown a side of chivalry that she found very respectable, at least at the time. But ever since they’d taken the vows, he seemed to be more interested in her being more…homebound. Not to the point of being a trophy wife, and aside from her abilities, she never felt that he actually looked down on her as a person. However, there was something about it all that she had found…stifling. The difference between what she got out of Piers and what she’d been given by her Alpha… She still remembered that, both the rutting and the time after, where they’d talked. Everything that she said was taken seriously, there’d be no doubts in her capabilities, and the first thing that had been asked was not ‘could she do it’ but ‘would she do it’. The confidence was so different. And that empowered her to say what she said next. “I slept with a man up there. A sorcerer.” Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wanted to take them back, but Piers…surprised her. She expected him to stare at her, to gasp, to look hurt, to lash out. None of those things – except the gasp – actually happened. Instead, he gasped…and he blushed. Robin blinked, leaning in and poking his cheek. Yes, it was a blush, and his cheek was hot with it. She stared at the spreading red, then at his eyes as he suddenly looked away from her. “…If you were wearing leather, I wouldn’t have to ask, but…” She looked back at the door, then back at him, whispering. “Are you…hard?” “…” He nodded. “You [i]wanted[/i] me to do that?!” “I, um, I didn’t know I wanted you to, but…” “…You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” she realized, shaking her head in shock, rubbing her forehead as she turned around and rested her hand on the wall. “Holy cow.” “Well, I…I didn’t think that I would, but you…And then you just…I mean, you just [i]said[/i] it. I thought that, if you did, you’d feel bad, but…” Oddly, this made sense. For all that he kept trying to keep her from putting herself in danger, he had also been pushing to be [i]that[/i] guy. The one that could do everything. The one that was too good to be shoved aside. The one that fulfilled every need. And now that she had decided to just step around that, take what she wanted instead, she had taken that responsibility from him. On the right man – and Piers seemed to be the right man – that would be such a relief that it might actually arouse them. The plate metal meant that there was no way to be sure without actually reaching down, but – “Was he…um…bigger?” Piers whispered. Robin blinked, slowly turning around to look her husband in the eye. She arched an eyebrow, mouthed ‘really’ at him, and he slowly nodded, blushing like a schoolboy. [i]Well…this is happening.[/i] Shaking her head in shock, the sergeant rubbed her forehead and pinched her nose. “Piers –” “It’s just…you know…I wondered…” “Look. I’ll tell you everything that you want to know when I get off-shift – and take care of another, off the books investigation – but for now, I need you to get out of here.” “Just tell me that part, at least?” “Um, I don’t know. Maybe? I mean…he was kinda showing off a magical dick.” “Oh…wow…” Seeing her husband’s face go almost as red as his hair, she knew that this was going to raise some questions as the Commander left their offices. She knew better than to try and put some sort of excuse together, and she knew better than to try and fight it. For now, Piers was just going to have to be that sort of guy. But there was something that she needed to figure out first. “Who told you about all this?” # [i]I wonder if her husband showed up yet?[/i] Cazna thought to herself as she walked up to the watch station. This one was a little bigger than the one that she imagined the were-rat worked at on a daily basis; the centralized hub for the district was definitely taller, three stories off the ground, and was made of a thick stone that was enhanced with different spells along the walls. The runes were still there, glowing brightly. The drow shook her head, trying not to feel too conspicuous. She was under an illusion, one that Vitus had allowed her to have the night before to hide her talons and the other more bestial marks that had come out since her partial transformation. Using her own talents to make a dress for herself – a blue silk thing that swept low along the neckline and had slits along either side for her legs – the drow had managed to give herself an appearance beyond a simple slave. Of course, due to the reality beneath the illusion, she was still fucking [i]barefoot,[/i] but at least her talons were able to take that sort of beating and embarrassment in a way that her elf soles could not. That was something that she had managed to deal with by giving a beggar a bit of a tumble on the way down from the manor, though. It had resulted in a bit of pleasure for her, mostly because she had not been forbidden from taking her own enjoyment in things on the way down, and the orgasms had been most welcome. Not easy, but welcome all the same. She imagined that the beggar would have quite a few tales to tell in the coming years, considering that he had been ridden, sucked, and then had his cock inside of an elf ass. That would be more than even a noble would normally get, and that was all from someone that had never even known his name. If nothing else, Cazna was sure that the beggar would spread that tale far and wide, and be the envy of all his peers. Not that it mattered to her. She just thanked the heavens for the fact that she was able to think clearly for the first time in a long time, and it left her feeling more focused than ever…and more hopeful. [i]Brundir doesn’t have it locked down yet. Until everyone is sufficiently corrupted, he can’t actually bind them. That means that even if this investigation goes belly-up, we can still find the prostitutes and just hold onto them. Maybe do an ‘investigation’ into the binding magic.[/i] And while that was going on, she might just be able to convince Hashila to use some power to corrupt the bindings. That might sacrifice a few people, but hey. It would mean that the prostitutes would no longer be part of the equation, and the outsiders would be free to wreak whatever havoc they wanted. That, in turn, would mean that the people fucking them for power-ups would not be sucking in outsider energy anymore, and that would let them start getting back to normal. Sure, it was a chaotic, more deadly approach to the whole problem, but at least it would make sure that everything was handled in a way that it currently wasn’t. They were riding the razor’s edge, on a race against time, and that… That was not something she liked. Shaking her head, Cazna finally entered the police station. A guy in steel armor passed by, and she stepped out of the way – “You!” Cazna blinked, turned – CRACK! And got a punch right in the nose. The drow went flying back into the wall, cupping her face with a groan, but no sooner had she slammed into the wall than her attacker was there, gripping her by the dress. She opened her eyes, blood dripping from her nose, her vision blurry, but not blurry enough to hide who it was. Robin. [i]Well, looks like her husband came by after all,[/i] she thought, groaning. “You’re coming with me, whore,” the human woman growled. “Hey, I’m here for –” “Shut up, slut. Operating without a license? You’re going to tell me who’s running you, and then we’re going to see if you have anything worth making a deal over.” If it weren’t for her collar, the drow would have left the human a dead woman. The pain from the near-broken nose combined with the humiliation of being dragged by the scruff of her neck through a police station was more than she had bargained for, and despite their plans, she still slammed against the control-spell of the collar that kept her from hurting people. Robin threw her into the interrogation room, slamming the door behind her. Cazna stumbled in, almost slamming against the far wall, and the dark-skinned elf barely managed to turn around before the human was right in her face again. “You. Are. A bitch.” “Mmmph. Your husband found you, hmm?” “You are lucky that he’s the sort of person he is.” So, they hadn’t broken up. That was a pity. She had been hoping that reporting Robin’s infidelities would have been enough to break them up, but it looked like she’d need something stronger for that. [i]Not sure what that will be, but I’ll figure it out,[/i] Cazna thought. The drow didn’t trust the human, and she certainly didn’t believe that she would be focused on the job if she was too busy working on hiding her private life from this other watchman. Better to split them now so that Robin could focus on the job and pleasing their master. That was why she’d snuck off early to go and find the Commander, hoping to start the ball rolling on that process. Unfortunately, it looked like she had underestimated how close they actually were. Or, perhaps, had thought that the Commander was a bit primmer and more proper than he actually was. [i]Who would have guessed that red-head was a natural cuck?[/i] She brushed her shoulders off as the sergeant finally let her go, rubbing her nose. The ache was slowly fading, but the initial blood spatter was still there. She didn’t want to rub it on her dress, so she just held her hand under her nose and let it drip. “You owe me a healing potion.” “I don’t owe you anything.” “You will when I give you reasons to investigate the nobles.” “…Keep talking.” Cazna smiled, then immediately regretted it as the ache tripled in her face. She let the expression fade, taking a few deep breaths as she made herself relax. “How does this sound? An eye-witness to the slave-trade that goes on under Gralon Brundir’s estate, who has seen the invisibility spells that hide the slaves bought by people throughout the city?” “It sounds like you’re selling a bard’s story for them.” “But it still gives you reason to knock on the door, right?” “Kind of…” Robin smiled. “But more importantly, it forces them to show me their contract if they want to prove that they aren’t taking part in any sort of slave trading. There was nothing wrong with them buying the services of prostitutes, so nobody cared if they denied that sort of thing outright, but if they were accused of being slave-traders…” The drow didn’t understand why the upper world had a problem with slaves, considering that was part of drow life, but whatever sort of tools they had, they’d need to use. If it meant playing on the guilt that others might have for trading in the lives of other people, then that was what they’d do. The two women locked eyes. Cazna could tell that Robin didn’t trust her, and that was fine. She didn’t trust the sergeant. Someone that wasn’t demon-touched would always be looking down on the ones that were, and she doubted that the watchwoman would ever keep her best interests in mind. So, she’d just have to tag along, make sure that everything worked out for her benefit…and maybe for Vitus’s. That hellhound could still prove useful to her demon lord, and she wasn’t willing to let him go just yet. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]