[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 15 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The days passed slowly, and every day, Vitus worried that Master Brundir would figure out what they were up to. There had always been a risk of that since the beginning, since the aasimar had the ability to compel loyalty out of him and Cazna. While Cazna was often in the city rather than on the grounds, though, that meant that the greatest risk fell on him. Worse, he knew that he had to do something to keep the master from being suspicious of them, and that generally meant spending time with the aasimar to keep him from being quite so worried about Vitus figuring things out. He forced himself to be present with the aasimar and his colleagues, standing around when they were chatting about policy for the city at large, and trying not to be too interested when they started talking about their next parties. It wasn’t easy presenting someone that wasn’t going to be a threat, he found. The other nobles and officials from the city that visited Master Brundir were always watching him, always seeming vaguely suspicious, and he had to feign a subservience he hoped wasn’t [i]too[/i] real in order to make sure that they didn’t think that he was just an observer from outside their order. The more that he did to make sure that they were at ease with him, the less good that he felt about himself. It only got worse after the time where Master Brundir ordered him to his hands and knees, and the hellhound was forced to suck the aasimar off. The feeling of a cock down his throat again had been…well, not as unpleasant as he would have liked, but the feeling of being there on his hands and knees, in front of people, had been… [i]I can’t even say scarring,[/i] Vitus thought, looking up at the night sky as he sat outside his house. [i]It was just…not me…[/i] The only thing that he had going for him right now was that he was conscious during those meetings. He wasn’t brainwashed, he wasn’t completely drowned out in the master’s magic during those times, and it meant that he heard things that he probably wasn’t supposed to hear. Whether the master was fooled by his subservience or not, there was no way to tell, but he knew that the people that came to visit were. The picture that they painted was not a good one, either. There were no fewer than three major professors from the Arcanamirium that were under the influence of the aasimar’s plan, and he had heard them talking about how eager they were to try out some of the bigger, more exotic creatures that might be summoned from the outer planes. The mages should have known better, but something seemed to happen to them when they crossed the boundaries into Master Brundir’s estate. Something seemed to disappear, whether that was common sense or something else, he didn’t know, but it meant that they weren’t themselves in the way that he knew they could be. More than once, he wished that Professor Orlov was still around. Even though she had to be punished for allowing the possession of her soul to happen, she had been someone that he felt he could trust. She had gone through this sort of thing before, and she could have told him what to do next. And she wouldn’t be stupid enough to fall for the same thing twice. He would have had someone that he could talk to about this thing with the aasimar, and hopefully an ally in dealing with him. Shaking his head, he spread his arms out across the back of the bench. It wasn’t much of a support, but at least it allowed him to look up at the stars and see them slowly spinning overhead. The twinkling lights of the stars was a welcome escape from the feeling of turmoil inside of him, from the worries about the demon lords and just what they were going to do about this. Perhaps that was why Cazna was here. She had tried to kill Master Brundir once before, and while she hadn’t directly confessed that those were her orders from her demon lord, he imagined that was exactly why the drow had been there. The intent of the master had been known for a while, and the demons didn’t want to have someone else take the city before they could. And considering the feeling that he still had in his guts whenever he thought about Melchiresa, he was pretty sure she felt something similar. She had been eager to take over the city, yes, but… But she’d been willing to play the long game. She was willing to take him and Orlov in, build up the pack little by little, and then come back to it later. She had been willing to make sure that it was all but assured before making a greater move. Master Brundir was just better at it than the demons, probably because he was working with a devil. The idea of one of those wandering through the grounds was not a pleasant one, either. He was already paranoid enough. He didn’t need to be worrying about whether a devil was watching him at all hours of the day, too. [i]But he just might be,[/i] the hellhound thought, groaning as he kicked one paw against the ground. [i]Watching me, reporting back to the master, doing everything he can to keep putting temptations in my way. There’s only so much I can take…[/i] Particularly as each session with the master and his friends meant that Vitus left with more thought of the aasimar in bed than he had before. He had no less attraction to Robin or to Cazna – or to Hazel, for that matter, though that was still more in the realm of a hate-fuck than a proper rutting – but the desire for the male was getting higher and higher. These days, he didn’t need to force himself to give a blowjob. These days, he almost wanted to. He groaned under his breath, rubbing his forehead as he leaned forward, looking away from the stars. “This isn’t me…this isn’t me…” The more he said it, though, the harder time he had believing it. He knew that he was becoming someone that he didn’t want to be, and as much as he didn’t like that, he had to admit that there was little that he could do to keep it from happening. Robin was investigating the different nobles as fast as she could, he knew, but the longer that took, the more danger he was in on the estate. The more time that he spent with his master, the longer that the aasimar had to turn him into a loyal hound rather than someone free. And he knew that had to be the plan, now. He was becoming as much an outsider as the people that attended the parties. A few more changes, and he would be completely marked as a demon, someone that Master Brundir could legally mark and own in an entirely different way than an employee. Then, he would be made into a tool that would serve the aasimar’s goals, and probably… Probably still be a sex toy, too. He groaned as his tail tried to flag up, and he grabbed it at the end, giving it a shake. “You stop that. You stop that right now.” “Talking to yourself again?” The master. He sat up ramrod straight, fighting the sudden surge in arousal that burst into being between his legs. Without the ability to wear more than a robe these days, he knew that his cock would be popping up and showing off his more bestial self in seconds if he sat the wrong way. He pulled his robe tight, turning to look over his shoulder. It was the aasimar, alright. The master walked over, hooves clipping and clopping softly against the cobblestone path before he sat down on the bench. The purple-skinned adventurer chuckled. “You’re doing that a lot, these days. Are you having conflicts?” “I’m not bothered by the demon, if you mean that.” “Not at all. You merely seem…conflicted.” The aasimar’s hand on his thigh should have been an annoyance, but it was just another source of arousal, these days. It was hard for him to not think about opening his robes, displaying himself for the master’s pleasure right then and there. It was hard for him to just think normally…or as normally as he could, at least. “You were distracted during our last lesson, Vitus. Were you thinking about our next rendezvous, instead?” the aasimar asked. “I’m sorry, master. I didn’t mean to be distracted.” “I wasn’t asking about that, Vitus. I was asking, were you looking forward to this, instead?” As Master Brundir took him by the hand, dragging his paw over to the horned man’s crotch, he did his best not to shiver. The feeling of the master’s bulge under his fingers was surprisingly erotic, and there was a hunger in the back of his mouth to feel it in his muzzle again. He knew that wasn’t him, just as he knew that the attraction to paws that he had developed wasn’t him, but regardless… Regardless, it was there. Master Brundir opened his robes, and the large, dark cock rested against his fingers. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, giving it a few slow strokes, feeling the way that it pulsed against his palm. It was so different to feeling the warmth and wetness of a woman that was eager for him, so very powerful and direct in a different way. He groaned under his breath as he stroked it a bit more firmly, feeling it throb for him, almost like some sort of magical device. “That’s it. Just give it a few strokes, now. A few light touches. Let me feel how much you want it.” Master Brundir smiled. “Look at me, and let me see how much you want me, Vitus.” There was a desire there that he had heard before, but it was getting harder and harder to tell if it was merely a desire to corrupt him, or something else. Vitus didn’t want to look at his master, didn’t want to stare him in the eye while stroking his cock, but it was hard to do anything else. Slowly, he lifted his eyes from the purple shaft to look his master in the face. Burning eyes met his, and he shivered, feeling almost…submissive, like he should pull his tail down, like he should lower himself and display himself more fully. “You know where you belong, my Vitus,” the aasimar said, smiling. “And soon, you will understand how much better it will be for you to be there. At my heels, a hound to come when I call…and a most handsome hound you are.” There was a gentleness to the aasimar’s touch that he wasn’t used to, something that he didn’t know how to tolerate, how to work with. He wanted to fight, wanted to push back, wanted to do something that showed that he wasn’t just falling under the other man’s power, but there was nothing in him that could do it. Instead, he allowed himself to be guided down, his lips and muzzle pressed against the master’s shaft. A soft musk pulled him in, and it made his cock rise in response, pushing free of its sheath. [i]Rut…rut…[/i] The hellhound had been his saving grace more than once when he was under the master. His human half wanted to just give in, to allow this greater power to dominate him and enjoy the feeling of pleasure that came with it. The hellhound, on the other hand, wanted to do the rutting, to push and claim and do what a dog should with others in its territory. It wanted to show who was the top dog, who was the strongest, who was the most powerful. Vitus held that power in his mind whenever he was doing this of his own free will, using it to keep the worst of the master’s spells at bay. The hound would not bow to someone that hadn’t proven their strength, and for all that Master Brundir had put a collar around his neck with that contract, he was still the one that was more powerful as far as he knew. Even if he did have a cock in his mouth. Vitus groaned as he sucked softly, pulling the shaft into his muzzle, over his tongue. He could taste the maleness, could not avoid it as he sucked and swallowed, lathering the long shaft with his affections. He bobbed his head down to the base, feeling the head sliding slightly down his throat, and he fought back a gag. One hand rested on his head, gently rubbing between his ears, and he fought the urge to feel pleasure from that. “That’s a good hound…” He bobbed slowly, taking his time, knowing that the master wanted this slow tonight. He allowed himself to take the shaft all the way back, then pulled back to just the head, which he lathered with soft kisses and gentle licks. Each lap was sufficient to pull on the loose skin, dragging it towards the tip before allowing it to fall again. Kiss, suck, gentle lap, suck, suck, swallow. The rhythm was easy enough to follow, and it didn’t take long to get the master dripping. He knew what would come next, and he wasn’t wrong. The hand on his head gently pushed him back, and Vitus slightly exaggerated the panting that came after. The aasimar smiled, his breath coming a bit quicker. “On your knees, my hound. Let me see your loyalty again…let me see your handsomeness from the other side.” There was nothing that he could do without giving himself away, and yet, there was little reason to hesitate, anyway. It wouldn’t be the first time that he had been fucked, and he was starting to like it. Maybe it was the beast in him, or maybe more magic that was changing him, but anything that involved the master’s cock seemed to speak to him, to enchant him, to make him [i]want[/i] it. He shivered as he got down to all fours, thrusting his ass back towards the seated aasimar. His tail went up, lifting his robe with it, and he felt the night air on his pucker, felt it tickling him and teasing him. His hole clenched tightly, only to open again as the master grabbed him by the cheeks and pulled them apart. “Most exquisite. One thing that you can never fault the demon lords on; they will always create something that is worthy of temptation. And Melchiresa…she has sculpted you to the greatest extent. If she had you, you would stud thousands of packs of hellhounds, I’m sure, sire hundreds of litters for her, overwhelm the world with the darkness of the lord of the hunt. But here? Here, you will serve me…” And Vitus shivered to think of that. There were so many things that he had yet to consider, so many possibilities that he honestly didn’t want to be true. If he had been marked by Melchiresa to that extent, would that mean that he would pass on the various hellhound traits he had to any normal person? Had Hazel been marked like him, left to suffer from her needs in a way that he hadn’t understood? The question sent a chill through him, and he realized that, perhaps, he had made a mistake viewing her through the scrying spell. What if she was suffering in the same way that he was, but without the knowledge that he had managed to gain? What if she didn’t know that she was still bound to Melchiresa, or at least could be? The idea was not a good one, and one that he resolved to fix – “Nnngh!” As soon as he had time after being fucked. The head of the master’s shaft was pointed enough to slide forward, to push his pucker open without much effort. Vitus’s clawed fingers sunk into the earth, anchoring him as the master slowly pushed forward, slowly sunk deeper into him with a few short, eager thrusts. The feeling of that pointed tip, the sensation of being held open again was a pleasure and a half. “Yes…that’s it…just hold still and squeeze. Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you want me…show me how much I matter…” There was something almost sad to what the master was saying, but he didn’t question it. He needed to pleasure the older man, and he needed to do it right. He pushed back slowly, squeezing as he did, and he groaned as he took that fat cock further up his ass. The spit on it was a bit of lube, but not much, not nearly enough to make it go in easily. The only thing that saved him was the flexibility of an animal hole over a human one, something that was used to being bred, something that was used to being stretched by something a little bigger than it should be able to take. The hellhound groaned as he felt it going deeper, opening up his insides and making him feel it more strongly. He lowered his head to the earth, huffing and puffing, his tail up high as the master pushed him down, pulled himself forward. The way that they were rutting was different to how he would have done it, not so rough, but rather more controlled, showing just how much power that the aasimar had over him. Inch by inch, that thick cock filled him, and soon enough, he was hilted. The master was all the way inside, and he could feel the bond that ran between them. It was more than just physical, more than just magical. Master Brundir was there, inside of his body and soul…and that was truer than he had realized. The master’s soul was in him, creating a bond that was very different to what it would have been any other time. They shared that connection, and it allowed… “Ah…ah…” Thinking…thinking was hard, and it only got harder as Master Brundir started to fuck him more powerfully. The big hands of the aasimar moved from his cheeks to his hips, pulling him back, bouncing him on that cock. His hole ached and burned in pleasure, and he moaned under his breath as his furry balls were jostled by the fleshier ones behind him. It was hard for him to think, alright, and he didn’t want to. Not when he was filled. Not when he was giving his master pleasure. Vitus’s thoughts slid away, and he allowed himself to be used, to be an unthinking sort of toy for the master. All that mattered was the light of pleasure that burned in the depths, and that light burned brightly. # Some time later, he woke again, and he was on his knees facing the master now. His hole was open, not quite gaping, but loose, dripping with seed. Some of it ran down and just splattered to the grass below, while other bits ran down over his balls, soaking them. He groaned under his breath as he started to come to himself. His master, however, was not done with him. The aasimar lifted one leg, presenting a hoof to him, and Vitus’s cock jumped up so hard that it felt like it was trying to lunge right out of his sheath. “Nnngh!” “Ah, so you have learned a new taste, hmmm?” The aasimar chuckled, rolling his ankle slightly to show off his hoof, the hard front, the underside. “Give it a kiss, my hound.” To kiss a hoof was so different from imagining kissing a paw, or a talon, or a foot. He could imagine that, could even find it erotic. This, however, felt… Felt different. Not wrong – well, maybe a little wrong – but different. There was not a feeling of giving a bit of affection there. There was not the feeling of being gentle and warm, of allowing one to give some care to someone that was below you, or equal to you. To be under a hoof, it felt, was to be under the control of the one that hoof was attached to. Giving it a lick, or a kiss, was not that different from kissing the boot of the captain that defeated you, or the throne and ring of the king that ruled you. This was something different, and his cock throbbed at the idea of being taken so fulsomely. He knew that he had to do it, however, and he leaned forward. He kissed the shining black surface, and a chill ran down his spine, a chill of the pleasure of submission. He panted softly as he licked along the side of the black surface, and his cock throbbed all the harder for it. “That’s a good hound. You know your place, beneath the hoof of your master. Or at least, you’re starting to. That’s all I can ask for someone that has yet to be fully broken.” “Mmmph…” “I know that you fear me, still. I know that you have questions. Soon, Vitus, my hound, I will be able to answer them. Soon, things will be handled, and you’ll be able to look at me openly. Soon…” The aasimar sighed, shaking his head. “Soon, everyone will know the truth. They’ll know the right of things. And things…things will be better. I will make them better. I will.” He didn’t know what the master was planning, but at least he knew that Brundir didn’t know everything. He didn’t have the insight to know that there was a plan that was hidden from him, at least not yet. Suddenly, something leaped up from inside him, something that wanted to confess, to tell the master that there was something wrong. If he hadn’t been in the process of licking his way around the side of the master’s hoof, he might very well have confessed right then and there, given away the plan that they had been working from. When the lick was done, the urge subsided, but Vitus was still panting from the shock of it. Knowing that he had come so close to betraying everyone else, knowing that there was some part of him that was so devoted to the master… He could not stop calling the aasimar master. That was something that he should have remembered. There was a weakness in him, some part that needed to be purged, that wanted to see the master succeed. Some part that had been trained to see the master as the one that must win, to see the master at the top of the city no matter what it meant to everyone else. [i]I have to…I have to try…and resist…[/i] Master Brundir looked down at him again, slowly grinding the side of his hoof against the hound’s face. “Something troubling you, my hound?” “Only your discomfort, master,” Vitus said quickly. “It will pass. We will have this done, soon. A week, two, but no more than that.” A timeline. Finally. They had a timeline for when he would be activating the spell. That gave him something to work towards, something that might actually give them a chance to stop this before it could start. Vitus bowed his head, and the hoof came down on the back of his neck. “I appreciate your service, my hound. At the end of this, you will be rewarded.” # Robin and Cazna left their latest manor, and the sergeant looked down at the papers that they had secured from the local lady. Not lord, this time, but lady, who had been most embarrassed at the accusations of being a slave trader. More than the others, she had rushed around getting as many bits of paperwork as she could to prove that all her servants were legally obtained, and that none were slaves. In her hurry, she had told Robin two things. One, that the noblewoman more than likely [i]was[/i] involved in some sort of slave trade on the side, considering just how much other paperwork she had. Nobody kept that sort of record on their servants if they weren’t worried about having to prove something in the future, and the sergeant made a note to come back when this was all over and done with to have a proper investigation. The second thing was that, in addition to being a massive pervert, this noblewoman had not one, but four prostitutes in her manor. Four, all of them men, and all of them rather…endowed. The paperwork showed all the different modifications that had been made to the men that the noblewoman had collected, and further down the receipt, one could see that there were other payments made. Payments that had been taxed, for that matter, which meant that this noblewoman was spreading the prostitution around to other members of the nobility. She was charging her fellow man and woman great prices to use them. Cazna groaned, shaking her head at Robin’s side as they walked back to the carriage they’d rented for the day. “You should have let me kill the prostitutes.” Robin stumbled slightly, whipping her head around to the drow. The dark elf shrugged. “It would be a quick way to stop them gaining power.” “And how long before they were replaced?” “Long enough to get Brundir out of the way.” “Short-sighted slut.” “Long-winded whore.” The pair of them entered the carriage from opposite sides, neither willing to talk to the other, at least at first. Robin took advantage of the silence to flick through the different contracts, nodding to herself from time to time. If the goal had been to force the nobles into jail, these contracts could have done it. The noblewoman in question was double-dipping, taking the personal-use contract and trying to apply it to a commercial license for prostitution. That was not going to fly, and she – and all the people that had bought the services of the men in her dungeon – could easily be charged and jailed for a while. However, that would do nothing about the overall plan. It was just possible that they might be able to apply some pressure on the noblewoman, get her to confess the locations of other prostitutes through the city that had been infected with outsider power, but that was unlikely to be of much use. They knew who had bought the prostitutes, just not where they were stashed, and unless the others were making a similar mistake, the most they’d be able to do was make notes of where to find the prostitutes rather than remove them. [i]Brundir has played this far too well.[/i] She reached the end of the receipts and contracts, flicking back to the start again. There was always something that could be used, some detail. The law required one to stick to it, but human beings never liked having to deal with restrictions. They wanted to bend, to push, to see where the law could flex. There were always discrepancies, places where they didn’t play by the rules. If she could just find – The moonlight flickered through the window, and she dropped the papers just as the transformation began. Her fingers narrowed, claws forming at the tips, and her leather armor immediately felt more than a little uncomfortable. Robin wiggled out of the moonlight, sitting on the other side of the carriage, closer to Cazna than she’d like, but at least out of the moonlight proper. Slowly, her fingers started to change back, the claws shrinking away. She shook her head, pressing down on her chest as the drow chuckled. “Still getting used to that, are we?” “It’s not the easiest thing in the world to handle.” “Wait until you start getting the lust spikes.” “Shut up.” “Did you know that you can change if you get horny enough?” “I expected that, yes.” “Think you’ll be able to control yourself the next time you’re around your alpha?” the drow asked with a smirk. “I don’t know. Do you think that you’ll be able to keep yourself from slavering on his cock if he makes an off-hand comment about how much of a whore you are?” Robin asked, looking down at the pages. “…” “Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it,” she added, grumbling to herself. Looking down at the papers again, she realized that she was fighting off the frustration of not making any breakthroughs in the cases. So far, the contracts that had been made between Brundir and his cohorts were…off, somehow. They detailed how their continued use of the prostitutes that they purchased were tied to their continued visits to his manor, and that they were to contribute financially and otherwise to specific tasks and rituals that were not detailed, but nothing of sufficient detail to incriminate them for unlawful summoning of outsiders or anything like that. If anything, the contracts were too vague, and she was surprised that they had been enforced at all. It should have been completely possible for the nobles and officials and high-level Guild leaders to duck out from under them as soon as they got what they wanted. She noticed Cazna rubbing her nose out of the corner of her eye, and Robin arched an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me that you’re judging the leather. I thought you drow were supposed to be more interested in violence and meat.” “We are; that’s not what’s bothering me.” “What is, then?” “Magic.” “What magic?” “The magic in those damn contracts.” Robin froze, looking down at the contracts again. In the other investigations, she had only managed to get copies of the contracts that were signed between Brundir and the officials of the city, but this time, she’d managed to get the originals. She hadn’t even thought to check the others for magic. “You’re sure?” “There’s no mistaking it. And it’s not aasimar magic, either, it’s –” “Devil?” “Mmph. Probably. It’s close enough to the other things I’ve felt.” Slowly, Robin’s face split in a smile. The drow blinked. “What?” “Do you think that he used that same magic on others?” “Maybe. Probably. Why?” “Because binding with outsider magic [i]is[/i] against the rules.” It was a little loophole that the Arcanamirium often used to get around their own binding contracts, and it was something that drove everyone else absolutely crazy, and she only knew about it because her unit had worked with them a number of times. Binding outsiders was required, but due to the way that outsiders were so magical to begin with, it was required that human – or at least, Material Plane – magic was used to bind them rather than their opposite. So, no devil binding angel, no angel binding devil. Just average magic drawn from the Material Plane to do it. Likewise with the bindings that the Arcanamirium used to seal the tongues and minds of other people. Considering the corruption that could occur with a demonic spell, or a holy one, or the way that behaviors could be influenced from other planes, there had been years where secrets were never properly sealed away. Too many people feared what could happen if it didn’t work the way that it was supposed to. Then the Arcanamirium started doing it, and – to the majority of people – the shock of its legality was never explained. It was just something that they did. [i]You were an adventurer for too long, Brundir,[/i] she thought, chuckling to herself. [i]You might have a good grasp of all the common laws, but you didn’t check this one. If you bound anyone else in the city with a devil spell, then I’ve got you dead to rights.[/i] “That’s a toothy smile.” “Yeeees – ow!” “Tried to tell you.” “Fucking moonlight…” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]