[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 3 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] On the second day of his employment, Vitus decided to go along with his Master’s suggestion. Hazel had been out of his life for a while, now, and while he assumed that she was keeping to their agreement, he had no proof. He [i]wanted[/i] to believe that he didn’t need it, but ever since Lord Gralon Brundir had suggested that he might be the only one keeping to their ‘contract’… He waited a day, hoping that his worries would subside, that he would feel good about Hazel again. After what they had gone through, after what he had done to her, the last thing that he wanted to imagine was that she’d cast him aside. She had given him forgiveness for all that he’d done in the Arcanamirium, after all, and that should have been enough to make him feel like he was…well, if not in good with her, at least standing a good chance. But the doubts refused to fade, and so he found himself drawing out the scrying symbols on his floor with his one good hand. The other one was almost as good as new, surprisingly. The muscles in his shoulder were mostly knitted back together, and while the arm was a bit limp, he could grip things with his hand, and his lower arm was functional. He tried not to think about what that sort of rapid healing meant. Considering the looks he got from his aasimar patron, he doubted that it meant anything good. [i]I’m free of the demon,[/i] he told himself. [i]I’m not one of the hellhounds anymore. I’m just…me.[/i] He hoped. The scrying circle was complete, though, and he stopped thinking about his past. What he needed to think about was Hazel. Gentle Hazel. Good Hazel. Sexy Hazel. His cock twitched between his legs, the bestial shaft inside of its sheath trying to rise as he remembered what they had done while under the effects of the demon lord of the hunt. Vitus bit his lips, shaking his head, but his cock tip had already pushed free of his sheath, the bestial shaft trying to grow further. There was only one cure for that. He took a deep breath, then slapped his balls. “Nnngh!” They were so large and sensitive that the tap almost took him to his knees, but it was enough to stop it from growing, at least. He huffed and puffed, leaning back on the foot of his bed as his legs shook beneath him. As he recovered, he examined the circle before him. It was a very basic scrying circle, and if he had been using it to look at anyone even mildly dangerous, he wouldn’t have dared go so basic as this. There were no protective wards, no runes that would keep someone from reverse-scrying him through the spell, nothing that would keep a spell from going back through the link. Hell, if Hazel became aware that she was being watched, she could spot the scrying spell in seconds. He had no doubt of that. But it was all that he knew how to do. Scrying was basic, yes, but this was all that he’d managed to learn in the course of an hour, and most of that was still being copied from one of his Master’s books. The aasimar had been kind enough to allow him use of the library, and this was the first book he’d picked out. [i]The circle’s completely sealed, there’s enough eye-runes to mark out different points of view, should be stable enough to keep from going distorted if she passes into a place with more magic…[/i] Vitus was stalling, and he knew it. As much as he wanted to see Hazel again, he knew better than to think that it would be all peachy, that things would be able to start up exactly as they were when they’d parted. What he’d see would change what he believed, and he didn’t want to lose his belief that they were fine. But…at the same time…he couldn’t lie to himself. [i]I have to know,[/i] he thought, putting the book to the side. [i]I have to know if she’s still wants to be together or not…[/i] Vitus knelt on the floor, putting his hands on the sides of the scrying circle, and channeled his magic into the spell-form. It lit up almost immediately, his power spreading through it and making it shimmer. [i]Hazel…Hazel…Hazel…[/i] he thought, the name echoing and bringing to mind everything that she was. Everything that she’d done. How she sounded. How she smelled. How she felt… # The half-elf woman was a long way from civilization. The road from Absalom to the temples of Erastil was long and winding, and it passed through many different places where the rule of law was whatever the locals chose to enforce. She traveled on her own, for the most part, as her guards had diminished as they gradually decided that journeying so far from the comforts of the city was not in their best interests. As she approached the hunting lodge – one of the divisions of Erastil worshipers that touched on a different aspect of her deity – she forced herself to take surreptitious deep breaths, running her hands down the sides of her robe as she walked down the path. She needed to present a picture of serenity to the men and women that called that lodge home. As a priestess of Erastil, it was her duty to show a perfect picture of her deity, to not shame the great lord of hearth, home, and hunt. But there was another reason she was here, and it was one that she dared not reveal. Not to any that followed her deity. [i]Melchiresa…[/i] The name still echoed in her mind. The demon lord…demoness…the thing from the pit that had nearly conquered her, Vitus, and the Arcanamirium had nearly seduced her with thoughts of being so similar to her own god. The idea that they were tied together, that they might have once been the [i]same[/i] thing, drove her to delve into the past records of Erastil and the church. After all, if that was the case… If that was the case, perhaps there was a way to bring them back together. Perhaps there was a way to live a very different sort of life. Perhaps there was a way to feed her hungers without feeling like a sinner every time she did. She had to force herself not to bite her lip as she approached the hunting lodge. The way that she walked made her thighs caress her canine sex with very step she took, and the sensation was one that she was not used to in the slightest. The feeling of it puffing up, pushing out more than her human sex had ever done, meant that she was effectively masturbating with every step. Her thighs were like two thick fingers rubbing clumsily along her sex, making her more and more excited. It was better to walk than to ride, though. Her time on horseback on the first day away from the city had been…horrendous. Horrendously pleasurable, admittedly, but with more embarrassment than she could stand. The fact that she had barely managed to keep her guards from knowing she’d cum three times in less than an hour while riding… The only thing that had saved her was the cold river that they’d stopped by at her insistence. The guards had made themselves an early lunch, and she’d laid down in the river to wash away the stink of a dog’s orgasm. That, and to cool her lusts. It had lasted for a few hours, and it had been enough to get them to a village to sell off the horses. A longer trip or not, she didn’t want to deal with that humiliation. She didn’t want the men to think that she was getting off on the travel. Even now, though, she could feel that wetness running down her legs. Her puffy pussy was giving off all sorts of signals, all kinds of urges. It made her want to strip off her robe right then and there, to finger herself in the middle of the road, careless of anyone that might look out the window of the hunting lodge or come around the bend. She needed that pleasure, required it. Only the willpower of having trained to be a priestess kept her from giving in, and it was a narrow battle. [i]I will be strong. I will be strong,[/i] she thought as she left the road, walking across the fenced yard that separated the lodge from the path. [i]I can be better than what the demon gave me…[/i] After all, she hadn’t found proof that Erastil and Melchiresa were tied together in some way. If she did, then she would allow herself this pleasure however and whenever she wanted… No. She would allow it with Vitus however and whenever she wanted. [i]Vitus…[/i] He had been a clueless sorcerer before that whole adventure, but he had grown in a great many ways, and not just in power and skill. He had learned how to be confident, how to treat her well. They had seen each other a few times, enjoyed one another, and his confidence over her in bed had been… Or was that a fantasy? She hesitated, her hand over the doorknob to the hunting lodge, shaking her head. It was hard to tell the difference between her waking and sleeping sexual life, anymore. She pushed the door open. Immediately, she knew that her night would be harder than she expected. Instantly, she was assailed with the scent of men. Not just men, but men that lived in the wild, men that [i]were[/i] wild, to a large extent. The hot scent of leather burned in the air, singing her nose, and the odor of sweat and flesh was almost as powerful, running just under the smell of their clothes. More than that, the smell of dog was pulling at her, too, filling her nose with the warm smell of sleeping hounds and…and more than that, too. There was the smell of a bitch in heat, and the smell of a dozen dogs that were barely controlled, eager to rut her. [i]Oh dear…oh dear…[/i] The smell was strong enough that she wobbled on her feet, rubbing her nose. In addition to her sex, she had retained a sense of smell that forced her to be aware of things that she honestly had never been aware of before. She swayed from side to side, barely able to keep her balance as the odors crawled into her nose and from there to her brain. Her pussy clenched tight, her bestial sex wanting to feel the shafts of the many male dogs around her, wanting to give relief to them that the horny bitch further off in the lodge wasn’t allowing. [i]No. I do not…I will not…fuck an animal…[/i] # Through the scrying spell, he could see her. She stood at the door of a lodge, and inside were many men. He didn’t recognize the place, but he did know a rough and tumble location when he saw it. Vitus’s lips turned down, a frown growing stronger. What was Hazel doing there? He thought she was heading home, going to the main temple to finish her training and be named a full priestess officially. This looked like missionary work, at best. And the way that she was looking around, the way her cheeks were burning… [i]She looks like…[/i] He shook his head. No. She had been freed from that demonic influence, just as he had been. So what if she occasionally got a bit horny? It wasn’t like Melchiresa was still able to influence them. They were their own persons, and she…she wasn’t going to do something stupid, he was sure. There was no way that she was going to do something stupid. # She was going to do something stupid, and she didn’t know how to stop herself. Hazel stepped into the lodge against her better judgment, forcing herself to take one step after another towards the bar. The hunters turned to look at her, their fur cloaks tied together around their shoulders and pinned with the symbol of Erastil. They kept staring at her as she walked by, despite the fact that her robe did nothing to show off her figure to them. [i]Can they smell me?[/i] Hazel wondered, suppressing her panting. [i]Their dogs must be able to…[/i] No, her robe was made to keep the scent in, to keep anyone from noticing her. She’d made sure to change it, to pray for blessings on her holy robe to make sure that nobody could smell her need. There was no way that they knew what she was feeling. She approached the bar, bowing her head to the man behind it. “Pardon me, Master of Drink,” she said. “My name is Hazel. I am a priestess traveling north, and I ask for sanctuary for the night.” “Any priestess of Erastil is always welcome here, ma’am,” the middle-aged man said, smiling. “What’s got you traveling so late?” “I am on my way to our home temple. I must carry news to them, as well as – ah!” Hazel jumped as she felt something against her thigh. She turned around, spotting one of the hunting dogs behind her. He must have nudged her leg with his nose or something, curious about something or other. [i]He can’t smell me,[/i] she thought, her cheeks burning at the idea that the male might actually be able to pick it up. [i]He must just…be curious…[/i] Yet, as she looked down, she could see the hunching hips, the warning little humps that dogs made when they were getting all riled up. She remembered Vitus doing the same thing when he had been more of a hellhound than a man, and a shiver of fear and pleasure ran down her spine at the memory. She shook her head, shooing the dog. He didn’t leave. “Go on. Go back to your…” The dog moved closer, biting her hand gently. Not in the way that it would hurt, but in the way that it was almost…teasing. Nibbling her fingers. It wasn’t right, not right in the slightest. Eventually, his hunter came forward, calling the dog away with a whistle and a snap of his fingers. She had never been so relieved as she had been in that moment, shaking her head as the dog moved off to the side again. “Something wrong, miss?” the hunter asked, crossing his arms. She looked up…and up…and up a bit further, surprised that the hunter was an orc. Erastil did not attract many of them, though the ones that did fall under her deity’s umbrella were incredibly fierce in their devotion. She slowly shook her head, trying not to think about how he might look under his leathers. [i]This is wrong. I need to focus on my task, not on the people in the lodge. I am not here to be fucked.[/i] Even though her pussy said otherwise. It was begging for the chance to be bred, and more humiliatingly, it was more interested in the chance of the dog fucking her than the orc. At least the orc was on two legs, while the dog… She shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong. Just…distracted. And tired.” “Heh. You need a room?” the Master of Drink asked. “A room would be appreciated.” “Jir. You mind letting her have yours for the night?” “Nah. I can camp out.” The orc waved for her to follow. “Come on. Me and Senk can show you where it is.” “Senk?” “My dog.” “…Lovely.” # There was nothing to hear in the scrying spell. He didn’t know how to include that, but he could see what was happening. He could see how red Hazel’s face was, how her ears were nearly crimson from how embarrassed she was. But worse, he could see what must have been obvious to others. Her robe was pulling in at the crotch, pulling closer and closer to her sex, and he could see the dampness starting to spread. She looked like she was advertising to everyone how much she needed to be touched, how much she wanted others to play with her. He bit his lips, trying to deny that she was actually here to get…that… Yet, his cock was throbbing harder in his pants than ever. It was out of its sheath completely, the tapered tip almost pushing out past his waistband. His knot was even starting to grow at the sight of this. “Don’t do this…please…I’m saving myself for you…don’t do this…” She could have left. She could have gone somewhere else. Instead, she looked the orc up and down, and then followed him. He could see the way that she shook her hips as she walked, could see how she was getting more and more slick between her legs. There was no way that she was going back there just for a room. # As soon as they shut the door, the smell of horny dog was damn near inescapable. Hazel could smell him throbbing, could almost see his cock slapping against his belly as he walked along. The fantasy of taking him into her pussy, of scratching an itch that she’d been feeling for far too long, was almost impossible to resist. “Bed’s here,” Jir said, shaking his head. “Not the best, but it’ll do for the night. You ever sleep on straw?” “Yes. I’m…I’m fine with that. If you could…” “Hmm?” “Just need to…I need to…” Think. Speak. Do [i]something.[/i] But before she could, she felt that nose again. Except this time, it was under her robe. Senk must have shoved his nose under the hem of it when she’d stopped, and now - “Ah!” She gasped, her eyes going wide as she felt him [i]lick[/i] her down there, his tongue grazing across her pussy. Hazel slumped forward, leaning against the bed, her arms shaking and her back arching. It didn’t get better as Senk kept licking, dragging his tongue along her pussy over and over again. The spade-shaped sex started to part for him, and she could feel her juices pumping into overdrive, running out of her in a flood. Every little clench inside reminded her of her own need, and her sex tried again and again to catch that tongue, to pull it inside to do things that it couldn’t do on the outside. “Senk. Senk, leave her alone, boy.” The dog – the half-wolf dog, she swore – didn’t pay his master any heed. All he did was keep licking, and Hazel couldn’t stay on her feet. She slumped down, whimpering, biting her lips. As she slid off the bed, the dog threw his head up, his nose throwing her robe over her hips and exposing herself. “Hey, what are you – oh…” Jir must have seen it. There was no way that he could have missed it, considering that her pussy was being spread by his dog’s tongue. It was puffy, it was bestial, and it was [i]not[/i] something that one would see on a human or an elf, or anything in-between. Yet, every lick sent a shiver down her spine, making her nipples pop out, making her shiver, making her wetter than ever. The half-elf strained to hold onto the mantras of Erastil, but the feeling of pleasure was just too much. “AH…ah…ah!” “You like it that much, eh?” “Mmmph…it’s not…it’s not why…” “You cursed or something?” Hazel nodded, whimpering as that tongue spread her wider, then pushed inside. She squealed. Squealed, like a little bitch, as she felt his tongue working into her depths, thrusting into her. “Ah!” “Uh, you might want to keep it down. Ya know, there’s other hunters out there, might not take it so nice.” “I can’t…I can’t help – mmmph!” “Need me to help ya?” “Just…don’t…don’t tell…” “Meant about the noise, ma’am,” Jir said, sitting down on the bed in front of her. This was the only, [i]only[/i] good thing to happen to her in weeks. Someone that wasn’t trying to take advantage. Someone that was following the whole thing about hearth, home, and family. Jir looked at her with a bit of compassion, a bit of nervousness… And a bulge in his pants that rivaled the hellhound cock that Vitus had used on her. No knot, but… She breathed in, trying to turn him down again, but the smell of his leather, the smell of his…his manhood… The half-elf blushed, looking up at him. “I…could use…a gag,” she managed to say. “Not sure I got any, but –” “Not…not that…” It was a good thing to reward people for following the faith, she told herself. It was a good thing to let them know that they were doing a good thing. And what better reward was there than pleasure? The half-elf reached for the knotted leather that held the orc’s pants on, undoing it before slowly parting the front of his trousers. His large, green shaft flopped free, landing on his thigh before slowly starting to rise. Yes, it was big…very, very big… And the scent… Her eyes rolled slightly at the musk that she took in, her hips rising on their own. She barely noticed the feeling of the dog’s forepaws shifting, of the scratches that caught her hips as he pulled her back. But she definitely noticed his cock sliding into her. # Vitus could not believe his eyes as he watched Hazel at ‘work.’ It wasn’t a priest in front of him, but a wanton slut, eagerly sucking down a big green cock while offering her pussy to a dog. The fact that she was thrusting her hips back to meet the dog’s clumsy, awkward, but eager thrusts only made it worse. She was not being forced to do this, and judging by the smile on her face every time that she pulled back from the orc’s cock, she was loving it. She wanted it, needed it. Like he’d thought that she needed him. He groaned, pulling his hands back from the circle, knowing the truth now. The images started to fade, but according to the book, it would be almost an hour before they faded completely. And his cock… Vitus groaned. He’d kept from masturbating for so long. Ever since she’d left, as a matter of fact, keeping himself ‘pure’ and ‘faithful’ for her benefit. He had not touched himself even once, only allowing his seed to leave him during dirty dreams. But she broke that. She was far from faithful…so why should he be? He opened his pants, letting the dog cock out. It filled his hand and then some, still too smooth to be like a human shaft, still the wrong shape, but so big and – “Mmmph…” And so sensitive. Just one stroke was as good as getting sucked off. He panted as he started humping his hand, his fingers going under his sack to fondle his balls. They were so heavy, so full, and he swore that they were only getting furrier compared to what they had once been. “Suck him, then…suck him like the whore you are,” he muttered. “You like dogs so much, huh? Maybe next time…next time I’ll fuck you up the ass…show you what a bitch-slut you are then…” He wanted to be angry, and in a lot of ways, he was. But that didn’t explain the tears running out of his eyes. # Cazna Illistyn could taste the lust in the air, and it made her squirm. The drow growled under her breath, twisting in her chains. All she could do was twist her hips back and forth, and that was its own torture. Lord Brundir had seen to that. Every shift, every twitch made her pussy grind down on a thick, metal shaft. It was something that she had never seen before, and she could only imagine that the aasimar had developed it himself. It was too thick to slide into her, far too round to be able to fit into her sex or her other hole, but it was covered in little nubs, smooth pebble-like protrusions, that were teasingly pleasant to her sex. However, over time, they had grown more and more frustrating, building up her lust, forcing her to be hornier than she wanted. There were ways of making it shift back, to touch her other hole instead of her sex. She could shift her feet slightly, pushing down with her arches and heels to make it go back to her asshole, instead, but that only worked for a while, and it felt…different back there, as if the pebbles turned to spikes, scratching and threatening to cut her until she brought it back to her pussy. But all that was nothing compared to the heat raging through her pussy. The demon lord of her House had come to her again, demanding that her lust be fed. Cazna could hardly think, her sex clenching constantly, dripping, swelling. She knew that, soon, the demon would push further corruption on her, changing her body to make it more appealing to those that might satisfy the demon’s hunger. [i]Being stronger would feed that hunger faster,[/i] she thought in annoyance, though she knew that the demon would not respond. It would only go through its process, changing her, warping her, making her ‘sexier’ so that more males might be attracted. It would change her scent, make males succumb to her. And that might have been useful, if her captor had been anything like a normal man. Cazna shifted her feet again, pressing her arches against the steel rods that came off the shaft between her legs. It almost felt like rubbing something more intimate as she ground her feet down, and she knew that was part of the demon lord’s influence. She pushed back – “NNNGH!” Only for her foot to slip, the rod coming right back and slapping her pussy. She arched her back, almost squirting from the pain. “Ah…ah…ah…” She puffed and panted, biting her tongue. This was torture, made worse by the lusts she could feel in the air. Whether it was gift or curse or something in between, the members of her House had always been able to feel the presence of copulation and other forms of pleasure. Here, it was…problematic. There were two main sources of it at that point. She could have pointed to them, if her hands were free. The bigger one was above her and to the north, involving somewhere between two and three dozen beings. She was sure that at least four of them were not entirely sentient, but what they were, she didn’t know. They had been in the midst of an orgy for nearly an hour, though, and the novelty of the new flavor had long since faded, even as it was forced across her tongue every time she breathed. But there was another tint of lust coming through, and it was very, very different, and much more interesting. [i]Demon…[/i] She could taste another demon on the grounds, or at least, someone that was demon-touched. The lust that came from [i]them[/i] was far different from any mortal, and while it wasn’t the same as the one she served, Cazna was almost sure that they were related. Someone else on the estate served a demon. If she could find that someone, then perhaps her mission wasn’t doomed… And perhaps she could feed her demon lord some sex that would make it leave her alone. As Cazna braced herself for another surge of libido, she heard him. Lord Brundir, his boots on the steps, his fire burning and lighting up the stairway. She turned her head to gaze through the bars at him, panting softly and trying not to. The white-robed aasimar came to a halt a foot out from her bars. She knew she was a mess. She was covered in sweat from head to toe, probably shining like a gelatinous cube, and she could feel her sex slurping on the horrible ‘toy’ that was right between her legs. Her toes curled in anticipation of a new torture, the piercings through her nipples and clit chilling before the one that had applied them. “It’s been twenty-four hours, drow,” he said. “Have you had a chance to consider my contract?” “If I take that, I will be hunted.” “Allow me to worry about that.” “You should kill me.” “Before you kill me, I imagine.” “Before I find a way. And I [i]will[/i] find one.” “I know. I consider it…incentive.” “For what?” “Self-improvement. One must challenge one-self if one is to grow…a lesson too many seem to forget in this day and age.” It wasn’t the first time that Gralon Brundir had mentioned that, nor was it the first time that he looked contemplative as he said it rather than boastful. However, she didn’t have time to consider it. Both the torment inside and the aasimar outside provided distractions too numerous to name. “I’ve brought the contract once more, assassin. I believe you’ll find it –” “I’ll sign it.” “…You will, hmm?” “I will.” “Something most interesting must have changed your mind.” Lord Brundir smiled, his eyes flaring. “I’ll look forward to discovering what it is.” Cazna was damn sure that he’d be trying his hardest to discover what had changed. She just hoped that she’d have a chance to take him down before he figured it out. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]