[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 10 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] [i]We’re not fucked yet, we’re not fucked yet, we’re not fucked yet,[/i] Vitus kept telling himself as he stepped out of the wagon. It was the ‘yet’ that he held onto, but he knew that could very easily be flipped around, turned into them being very fucked, indeed. It didn’t help that he was barely clothed in an illusion, his robes and his face masked behind the power of his magic. The fact that he was completely naked under it, the fact that he was a partial hellhound that stood on paws rather than feet, and still had an erection that was throbbing with need didn’t escape him, and he shivered every time that he felt it bob up and down. [i]They’re going to know what that is,[/i] he thought, glancing at the open flap of the wagon as Cazna stepped out to follow him. [i]Then they’re going to ask what an administrator of the Arcanamirium is doing with both a drow slave and that much enchanted silver, and…[/i] Things were going downhill fast, and he knew that it was only a matter of time until one of the soldiers asked exactly the wrong question. He could fake a lot of things, but depending on who the commander of these guards was, he couldn’t rely on posing as a member of the Arcanamirium. The academy was constantly in contact with the guards, and if they were the sort that worked around the other mages…well, his master’s plan could be exposed, and no matter how wrong it felt, he knew that it would be wrong for him to let anyone find out about what Gralon Brundir was doing. He didn’t know why, exactly, but he knew that something was wrong with it. The sorcerer tapped his hands together nervously, the claws behind the illusion clicking softly as he did. He stared straight ahead as Cazna moved to stand beside him, the dripping drow looking up at him with a slight smirk. “You planned this,” he muttered under his breath. “Of course.” “Why?” “Because I have to stop this.” “You…nngh.” He should have been more forceful with her. He should have given her an order to stay out of the way, to ensure the mission’s success. Or at least, Master Gralon’s mission a success. There were too many ways that the other phrasing could have given her a loophole, and that was one thing that he couldn’t afford right now. The guards were poking their heads into the wagon, one of them opening a bag and looking inside. The way that they looked at each other told him everything. They were busted. “What’s in there?” the female officer that had busted them asked. “Silver, ma’am. A lot of it.” “What kind?” “The powdered stuff. Looks enchanted.” Vitus winced, but hid it as best he could behind his illusory face. The woman officer turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing as she looked him up and down. He knew she was taking in the illusion of his robe, looking at his face. She had the look of someone trying to place a face in her memory and failing. [i]Shit…shit, shit, shit…[/i] It didn’t help that Cazna was draping herself up against him, the dark-skinned elf nuzzling against his arm in an affectionate manner, lifting one of her legs up and almost wrapping it around his hip. He could still smell the sheer heat of her rut, and while the illusion kept his cock from popping out into the open, it didn’t protect him from feeling her leg brushing against it, nor the way that she hung her knee over his shaft. “Stop it,” he hissed. She did, as he commanded it, but she didn’t stop smiling. She was grinning wildly, her loincloth pressed flush against her sex, her juices acting almost like glue to hold it down. It was as hot as one could imagine, and it didn’t help him in the slightest to have her next to him, dripping, hot, scented like a bitch in need. [i]Just…hold it together…[/i] “I don’t know you,” the officer said, finally. “Perhaps you can do me the pleasure of an introduction.” “…Perhaps you can tell me your rank and name, first,” Vitus said. “Sergeant Robin Adair. City Watchwoman, four years of experience on the job. Now, your turn.” “I am Professor Leon Darter of the Arcanamirium –” “No.” “…What do you mean, no?” “I mean that’s not your name. Do you want to try again?” “You’re questioning a staff member of the Arcanamirium?” “I work with the staff of the Arcanamirium. I’ve been part of regular investigations there, and I know every single member of the current staff. You aren’t one of them, unless you were hired tonight.” She glanced at the wagon. “Which, if you were, you wouldn’t be trusted with a shipment of this size. Not until you were on staff for a lot longer.” [i]Well…this is going exactly wrong.[/i] “More to the point, the staff robes of the Arcanamirium have longer sleeves, with certain runes stitched into the collar as a mark of status. If you want to disguise yourself, you should put more effort into doing it right.” “…You have a good eye.” That was the least that she had. The fact that Cazna was still subtly pressing herself against him was not making it any easier to keep his libido under control, and the surprisingly sexual woman in front of him was only adding to the problem. Though, in reality, she wasn’t being that sexual. She just…she looked… [i]Get your mind off it![/i] Yet, he couldn’t. The leather armor that she wore was tighter than he had expected, and it pulled against her hips and waist more than what the men wore. She had a slight bit of pudge – not much, but a little – and her curves were strong, hefty, heavy even, particularly in the chest. She looked like the sort of woman that would be able to knock him down and take what she wanted, rather than the other way around, and his cock throbbed at the idea of turning her into a needy bitch that would come to him, take what she wanted from his cock to sustain herself. [i]Stop![/i] That had to be a trick, a push from the demon’s power inside of him. He had to get himself under control – No, he had to keep himself under control, or he’d be completely, totally fucked. He needed to think about things that weren’t related to sex, needed to focus on what she was saying so that he could come up with a good story and get the silver back to Master Brundir. Robin looked between him and the drow, then looked back to him. She raised an eyebrow. “You are aware that slavery is a gray area in this city. What is the meaning of dressing someone like this?” “It’s…complicated,” he said. “Then explain it to me. We have all night while my men sort through just how much silver you are carrying through the streets.” “It’s not…I mean…” “Yes?” “You…I…” “Perhaps I should explain,” Cazna said, stepping forward with a smile on her face that he didn’t like. “I am not a slave, but rather a reward for my master, here.” “…A reward? Given by whom?” “I am not allowed to say. I am sealed by a spell to speak nothing of the old life, to keep secrets that are not mine to give,” the drow said. “However, I must apologize for making such a disturbance. I am not often so inclined to such outbursts, but my master has been very, very keen on to give me the pleasure that I was denied in my old life.” That was a complete lie, and they both knew it. Yet, at the same time, Vitus was not about to contradict that. It might just be enough to give them a bit of a pass on some of the slavery issues. That said, if she kept this up, he was going to have burning ears from how much he was blushing. He couldn’t believe some of the things that she was saying, that he was…like that. “My master seems like an average man, but he is anything but. The way that he has handled me, it is like how a wild animal would handle his bitch, giving them everything and reserving nothing for themselves. My screams of pleasure, I hope, were an indication of how well he was doing.” “…You are a shameless one, aren’t you?” “Oh, only for – for him.” She stumbled softly, and he looked down to see why. One of her feet had managed to fall into a bit of a mud puddle, and she barely managed to hide the grimace as she curled her toes on instinct. [i]Damn…the command…[/i] When he’d told her not to tease him, she had lost the command to enjoy being barefoot, to choose how much she liked what was going on. She was starting to shiver a little, and not in a good way. “Drow.” He spoke without thinking, and as Cazna turned to face him, he once more gave a command without thinking about it first. “Enjoy yourself.” Almost instantly, she moaned, seeming to stretch as she arched her back, her nipples stiffening to show off the piercings that were pushed through them. She turned back to the sergeant, smiling at her, leaning forward and – [i]…Oops.[/i] Leaning forward and starting to drape herself around the other woman, rubbing her shoulders, pressing her chest up against her. And now, this looked like some sort of sexual bribe as the drow flaunted herself, moving around the watchwoman, smiling and nuzzling into her neck. “My Master is like a wild beast, reducing all others to whimpering sluts in his wake. I would suggest it for yourself, too…come now…you can give him a little bit of time…just walk into the alley with him, and he’ll make sure that you feel far too good to worry about a little bit of silver laying around. What do you say, hmmm?” “I’d say that you…you are remarkably suspicious…” Vitus wanted to slap himself. Hell, for that matter, he wanted to slap Cazna. She had to be doing this on purpose. There was no way that she thought that this was helping either of them. Then again, he hadn’t ordered her to help them. He had ordered her to enjoy herself, which was not helping them at all at this point. The fact that the drow was dripping like mad confirmed that she was following the letter of the rule, but not anything else. The guards were almost done with their count, and they looked determined to pull him in. The arrest would not look good for his master, and would violate everything that he had been ordered to do. Desperately, he pulled on every bit of power that he had – normal and demonic – and forced it out through his hands. It filled the area around the wagon with a green light, one that flickered and danced in his control. Instantly, the guards and Robin were frozen, staring at him with a bit of shock that slowly faded into something that was more adoring, more…worshipful, for lack of a better term. His cheeks burned as he felt the power of the charm spell in the air, feeling the way that they were being connected to him, charmed by him… Controlled by him… Dominated by him… [i]Alpha. Alpha stud. Alpha hound. Your pack. My pack.[/i] Vitus grimaced, fighting against the power that was pushing up in the back of his skull, trying to keep it from getting any louder and more persuasive than it already was. He knew better than to listen to the owner of that voice. [i]Hound of Hell…own your pack…[/i] His cock throbbed all the harder, particularly as the various guards lowered their heads submissively. Robin pushed her chest out a little bit, her leathers at her pussy getting damp and darkening. She wanted him, and he could smell it. The only one that didn’t seem to be affected was Cazna, and that only seemed to be expected. She smiled at him, though, and he didn’t like that. He panted softly, feeling the magic connecting him with the different guards, and with their commander. This was not the average charm spell, he realized. It made him feel like…like he was at the top of a pack, he supposed. Like he had just formed a cluster of power, a group that they all shared, and he was the one that had to command it. He was the alpha. He would…he could make them do… Do anything… Forcing down the temptation, Vitus cleared his throat. “You…you will leave us be…” he panted. “You will forget…forget that there was silver in the wagons…and you will go…About your business…” He fought the images of them as bitches, as things that he could have under him. He forced the images down, and for once, they seemed to disappear. How, he didn’t know, but they did. “Go.” And with that, the guards disappeared, moving out of the square and leaving him, Cazna, and the wagon alone. He let go of the charm spell as soon as he could, huffing softly and shaking his head. The illusion shattered, his muzzle breaking through the magic, and he groaned as he was left completely naked once more. The use of that much magic had warped him more than he wanted to admit. He looked down at his feet, saw that he was now up on his tiptoes rather than standing on his soles, and he could feel that there were pads along the bottom of his feet now rather than flesh. He groaned as he reached up to his face. Not a full muzzle, but enough for his face to start showing bestial traits, his nose darkened, his lips pushed forward just a bit, and – He bit his lips a bit, feeling the points of his teeth. Yes, getting to be fangs. He felt like a half-transformed werewolf, not quite hunched over, but with far more animal traits than he wanted. Not much longer now until he wouldn’t be able to hide himself. Looking down between his legs, he could see that his balls had grown, too. They hung further down, heavy low-hangers like an un-fixed dog. They were heavy, full, and furred, and they were sweaty enough that he could actually smell himself. Not helped by the fact that his fat cock had still not been satisfied. [i]And I’m still standing out in the open as if this was my own private quarters,[/i] he thought. [i]We need to go. Now.[/i] He shook his head, wordlessly grabbing the drow. He didn’t even think about it as he threw her into the back of the wagon, barely aware of his more enhanced strength. She slammed against the cotton side of the wagon, and then fell to the floor inside. By the time that she’d sat up again, he’d put a different illusion on himself, and he stared through the back of the wagon right at her. “You will stay there, quietly, as if paralyzed, doing, saying, and thinking nothing but thoughts of pure pleasure until we reach the master.” That should hold her. In his anger, he barely noticed the fear that she had on her face. Instead, he slammed the cotton curtains shut, leaving her in darkness…and wetness, he smelled. Vitus climbed into the driver’s seat for the wagon, trying not to think about how his cock was throbbing, trying to ignore the way that his paws didn’t fit in the footrest of the wagon any longer, and tried to keep his attention on the manor in the distance. They had completed their mission to the best of their ability, and the master would have to forgive them their slips. # Master Gralon Brundir was there to meet them when they arrived, and Vitus heaved a sigh of relief as the aasimar smiled at him. He pulled the wagon up to the side of the manor, slumping forward. “It seems that you managed to deal with any trouble that came up rather well,” the purple-skinned lord said. “I was watching; you acquitted yourself well.” “I just hope that charm spell doesn’t have any long-term problems.” “I doubt that it will be anything that we can’t handle.” “Master…May I…” “Yes?” “May I ask a question?” “You may.” “What do you need all the silver for?” “A spell of such magnitude as you can’t even imagine.” “You…what kind of spell? Even the Arcanamirium –” “That is something that you don’t need to know just yet.” “But Master…” “Trust me, Vitus. You don’t need to know. It will become clear, soon enough. For now, though, you deserve a reward. Where is Cazna?” “In the back of the wagon. I had to order her to be still this time.” “Ah. Then let’s call her out.” Vitus nodded, descending from the driver’s seat. He’d only barely put his paws on the ground before Master Brundir gestured at the wagon, and the drow came out, almost as if she was being pulled by her neck. Something had changed, and it took him a moment to realize what it was. The drow’s lips were harder than he remembered, her cheeks narrower. She looked like she was half-bird in the face, her mouth coming together almost like a slightly fleshier beak. His eyes widened as he looked down her body, the dark-gray skin having little feather patterns along her as if she had been tattooed. “How…what…” “Ah, you don’t understand the workings of demons yet, Vitus? You should learn.” The aasimar led him forward, taking his hand and pressing it against the woman’s chest. His master made him trace patterns along the flesh, following the lines of the feathers until they reached the space between the drow’s breasts. There, nestled in the flesh, was a hint of downy feathers, the beginnings of the softest ones. “How…” “She serves one of the demon lords, after all. The more that she gives into the urges of the demon lord in question – I would imagine hers is Hashila – the more that she takes on the image of the demon lord’s underlings. A harpy, I believe. Yes, drow?” “…That is…correct,” Cazna hissed. A harpy. He had studied them, knew them, at least on some level. They were the birds of hell, the great powers that ruled the air in the areas that the dragons of the underworld did not claim. A shiver ran down his back as he remembered their powers, their ability to cast lust and fear and worse on others. The idea that she would turn into something like that…much as he was turning into something like… The illusion on him shattered as he lost his concentration again. The master didn’t not turn around to see it. Perhaps the aasimar expected it. “You’ll have to tend to her, Vitus. The more that you let it pass, the less that you use her, the more that she will take on the appearance of her mistress. And if that happens…well, there may be consequences for a fully demonic creature wandering around the grounds without any restraint.” “…” “Of course, if you were to use the rituals that I gave you more often, the both of you might be able to change and control yourselves, but of course, I will not force that…” “Master.” The aasimar turned, and Vitus blushed a bit as he saw that the hoofed creature looked more at his naked self than anything else. The half-hound shivered as he tried to resist the urge to cover himself, only barely succeeding. “You mentioned…a reward?” “Yes. I did.” The aasimar stood up, his eyes flaring with the same white light that they always had, though now it seemed a bit stronger. He felt the pressure of the other man’s power against him, felt the strength of his master’s soul against his. And then, he felt something…different. A shiver running down his spine, a pressure in his midsection. It felt like a gentler version of the power of the contract, something squeezing him, but nicer this time. No pain, merely…merely an embrace…pleasure… His breath came faster, his knotted cock inflating once more, pushing from his sheath and then pointing forward. In short order, the tip was spitting pre-cum, his thoughts fading into the back of his mind and leaving him with little more than the pleasure that demanded his attention. His breath came a bit faster, his legs wobbled. “Kneel.” The master’s command was inviolable, and he fell to his hands and knees, his eyes staring straight ahead, his cock throbbing and bouncing up against his belly. He felt almost like a real dog right then, his hands resting against the earth as if they’d been glued there, his eyes straight ahead as the master walked around him. Twitch, twitch, twitch. His canine cock couldn’t be stroked, so he tensed his muscles, slapping it against his belly the way that a horse might have done. It was the only way that he could masturbate now, the only way that he could think to pleasure himself. The pressure on him was growing, but so was the pleasure. His thoughts, pushed so far back, were slowly warping, his fantasies changing. What…what was happening? He didn’t know…something… Slowly, a different vision popped into his head. A collar around his neck, a leash that led back to a purple hand. Yes, he saw that, he liked that. There was something comforting about it all, something that made him feel better than he had been feeling. It led back to the Master, and the Master…the Master was naked. A hard cock pointed at him, a humanoid shaft, so much better and more civilized than his own. The foreskin cut back, the tip clean compared to his own dirty, dripping shaft. In his fantasy, the Master had him in his lap, and he was allowed to sit back, to lean back, to feel the shaft rubbing between his fuzzy cheeks. He was full hound in the fantasy, his tail wagging, his cheeks spreading, the pressure and warmth of a cock against his hole. [i]But…but Hazel…Cazna…[/i] The attraction to them was still there, he felt, but there was something else, something hotter that was pulling at him in a different way. He groaned under his breath, lowering his head to the dirt as he felt the pressure of fingers on his ass cheeks. Something was going to happen, he could feel that. Something that would change him, or – “Ah…” He gasped, the sound more ragged than he expected as he felt the heat from his imagination become real. The tip of his Master’s cock was right there, rubbing against his hole, grinding between the cheeks, teasing him and making his own cock that much harder. He stiffened, his eyes staring straight ahead, his low-hanging balls pulling up slightly. “Submit.” “Mmmph…” “Submit to me…” He let out a long, low growl of pleasure, feeling the head of the Master’s cock kissing his hole once more, the sensation so different, so strange… So good… “Submit to pleasure…” He growled and nodded, and he felt the pressure grow. The heat against his pucker, the warmth that came with being touched, rubbed, taken, was slowly getting worse and better at the same time, the Master’s power insisting that he give in, that he allow himself to be filled. And Vitus finally gave in. With a slight push of his hips, he sunk his Master’s cock inside of his hole, and he moaned at the top of his lungs. He felt his cock jump, felt his balls rise, and knew that he was right on the verge of climax. He needed it. He needed to serve his Master to get it. The half-hound pushed back further, sinking the smooth shaft into his hole, feeling it getting stiffer, harder, hotter against him. Something…something over him was warm, but tingling, too…magical…corrupt… But he was too far down to pull back. He needed this, now. He needed his Master. Rolling his hips back again and again, he fucked himself on his Master’s cock, feeling it opening him up, giving him pleasure that was so different from any time that he had forced his cock inside of someone else. The chance to be on the bottom had never appealed to him before, but now, he wondered how he could have ever dismissed it. It was good. So good. “Give in to the pleasure…allow yourself to be a true…beast…” He moaned, nodding his head at his Master’s words, eagerly accepting them. A beast was there to rut, and be rutted. For all else, he would be a terror, a breeder, a fucker. For his Master, he would submit to being rutted. [i]Yes…yes…yes![/i] # Cazna sat aside from the rutting pair, whimpering at the slight torture that had been given to her. This wasn’t as bad as the edging that Gralon Brundir had put her through in the dungeon, nor was it as extreme as some of the things that the aasimar had assured her that she would face, but considering what state she was in… The feathers between her breasts and the partial beak were not the only signs of her corruption, or of her transformation. She could feel the heat in her pussy, the constant need to rut getting worse and worse. Glancing down her legs, she could see where the imprints of the scales were growing in, where her legs would split between feathers and scales. Her toes were already starting to get longer, the toenails getting sharper. Soon, if she didn’t get some relief, they would be talons. The harpies of Hashila were dark, dirty creatures, pulling out the perverted kinks of those that they cast beneath their shadows. Not merely the desire to breed and own, but the darker, perverted kinks that none wished to admit that they had. The sort that they hired whores to indulge, the sort that they would lie about ever having. She’d seen the filth that some that fell got up to. She had seen the way that they would writhe in mud to attract their prey. She had watched and even enjoyed herself to the filthy shows of being under animals, of being rutted by them, of being… Her pussy burned with the urgency to get fucked, but she knew that the only thing that she’d get tonight was this show. This was Brundir’s way of punishing her, of forcing her to watch the debauchery that he was pushing his servant into. She had to watch as Vitus started to change further, his legs growing more feral, his body growing more muscular. The fur that coated his face got thicker, and his body hair warped more and more to show just how close to a hellhound he actually was. His cock, too, was growing. It was heavier than it had been before, and she could see that the knot was even bigger. If she was ever able to pull him into bed with her, she knew that it would only be a matter of time before he tried to shove that in. The fact that she could bear eggs as a harpy meant nothing right then. Drow were not meant to take things that big. But right that moment, she wanted to try. If it meant relief for her, she wanted to try. She whimpered as she rubbed her hand over her sex, knowing that it was only going to make matters worse and unable to stop herself regardless. More. She needed more, needed to feel that cock inside of her, or some toy. Some other male. Something. As the drow pushed three fingers in her pussy, something else leaned over her back. She felt the tingle, the heat, the corruption of something that had come from the other worlds, but before she could look back, it held her by the ears, pinning her in place and making her stare straight ahead. “The plan will continue,” the voice whispered, hissing and dark and high. Cazna stiffened. For once, that was not the voice of a demon. That was the voice of something much, much worse. “Devil,” she whispered. “Mmmm, no credit for that…you already knew…” The devil made her watch as the aasimar and the half-hound continued to rut and fuck each other, neither stopping no matter how hard the other came. Vitus had already sprayed the floor several times, soaking it with musk, making the stable at the side of the manor that much muskier and smellier. The aasimar hunched his hips again and again, that purple cock opening up the hound’s hole, and it dripped with spent seed. “He’s slipping further and further and he doesn’t even know it. The greatest tool of a demon lord, one that doesn’t even know how far he’s fallen, almost turned completely to the service of Mr. Brundir. Isn’t that a delicious sort of revenge?” “His plan…hasn’t succeeded yet.” “It is only a matter of time. We have our contacts. We have our friends. The city will soon fall.” “Not…not to you.” “Heh, to you? A pathetic little demon-touched thinks that she can do what her own mistress can’t?” Her fingers clenched and her toes curled, both in anger and at the feeling of a devil tail rubbing up her thigh. She wanted to leave, wanted to fight, but she was too weak. Her body had been bound too hard to resist as the devil pushed her up against the wagon again. She couldn’t look back, couldn’t see him, but she could feel the spade tail pressing against her asshole – “Nnngh!” And then into it. “But we can’t have the plan ruined too soon…So a bit of relief for you…a hint of pleasure to allow you to remain as you are for a little bit longer…” The devil stroked her face with a chuckle, and she shuddered as she took the ass-fuck. It was better than nothing, but she swore she would get the devil back for this. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]