[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 16 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Robin had enough information to warrant an investigation into Gralon Brundir, finally. Once Cazna had verified that there was devil magic in the contracts, she was able to use that to push for the original contracts that the other nobles had, using that as blackmail to force them to hand the originals over for investigation. Once again, the drow confirmed that they were all enchanted with the same sort of binding magic, and with each exposure, the whore made it ever more clear that there was a difference between the demonic magic that she was used to and the devil magic that was used to enchant these. It didn’t make that much sense to the sergeant, as she didn’t use it and didn’t know the theory the way that this elf and Vitus seemed to, but – The sergeant groaned under her breath as she thought of Vitus – [i]alpha[/i] – right then, imagining him with that hound cock between her legs and hammering away at her pussy again. The idea of being used all over again, of feeling his knot slamming into her and claiming her as a member of the pack once more, was nearly enough to get her soaking wet. She sat up a bit straighter in the carriage as it wobbled through the streets, thanking her lucky stars that Cazna wasn’t with her. The drow had gone back to Brundir’s mansion, ostensibly to carry the information back to Vitus, but more likely because – “Nnnngh…” Robin leaned forward, growling between clenched teeth as she felt her pussy clench without permission. She could feel the hunger down there, the eagerness to feel the hellhound down there again, putting her in her place, showing her how good it felt to be a little rat-bitch for him. All it would take would be one little direction to the driver, and she could go up there. She could get out, step into the moonlight and – “No.” Grunting to herself, she grabbed for the curtains of the carriage and yanked them shut. The hints of moonlight that were already starting to slide through the windows were already temptation enough. If she started to give into the inner beast, then there was no way in hell that she would be able to resist the urge to run off and…and have some fun. And for now, she needed to keep her focus on work. When Brundir was dealt with, then they could…enjoy themselves. But not until then. Taking a few deep breaths, she leaned back against the seat of the carriage, breathing in, breathing out, in, out, in, out. [i]I am a Watchwoman. I keep the city safe. I do not give in to bribes or corruption. I am the one that keeps things running. I am the one that makes things better. I am [b]better[/b] than this.[/i] Even if she wanted to have that hellhound dick in all her holes right then and there. Growling again, she thumped her head against the wall of the carriage. It stung – okay, no, it hurt, it hurt like hell – but it was enough to snap her out of the lustful heat that was starting to take root down below. She took a deep breath, and then closed her eyes. For now, she needed to plan. If her husband didn’t take the evidence that she’d collected for what it was worth, she was going to have to find another way to persuade him to sign off on the warrant to investigate Brundir. And she had a pretty good idea of just what he was going to want… # “You want me to [i]what?![/i]” “I see that you’re going to be unreasonable,” Robin said, shaking her head as she sat down opposite her husband. Dinner had already lost its steam, and she doubted that it was going to be any better by the time they were done. “I told you, I’ve got evidence. We need to make a stand while we still can.” “No, you don’t understand. You’re asking me to sign off on a warrant – a warrant without any specific notes on what we’re looking for, mind you – for the biggest, most well-known hero in the entire city. The man that bankrolls the entire city council. The man that has the commanders in his pocket. The man who funds half of the Arcanamirium on his own. You want me to let you just root around Gralon Brundir’s home, and hope that you find something, based on a few devil contracts that you’ve picked up?” “Not a few. Two dozen.” “That’s beside the point.” “All of them signed in his name.” “They could be forgeries.” “…Really?” Her husband rubbed the back of his head, his red hair rustling slightly as he ran his fingers through it. Piers looked down, shaking his head. “Look. I know that you’ve had this…this obsession with him for a while –” “Piers, I swear, if you say that this is a womanly thing and that I shouldn’t be risking my neck…” “Ugh!” He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face in his hands. “That’s not what I mean.” “Then say what you mean.” “I mean he’s the big man in town. The biggest. And if you’re even slightly off the mark, then you’re not the only one that’s going to pay here, okay? He’ll come down on the entire city watch, and that means that you, me, and everyone that’s associated with us are going to be out of a job. At best. At worst, he might find a way to get us all kicked out of the city.” “Does that mean that he gets to get away with all this? With breaking the rules?” “…I…” She knew that this was going to happen. More than once, Piers had been less than willing to run with her on some of the most egregious law-breakers in the city, merely because of their position. Robin had forced him to do it, pushing him harder than anyone in the Watch could dare do. Not because she was his wife, though that played a part in it, but because she knew what he wanted. What he needed to hear. So, instead of getting angry, she crossed her arms and put her boots on the table. He flinched as her heels hit the wooden disk, twisting his head away. “Piers. You know the right thing to do. And you know damn well that I would not push you if I didn’t think that you’d be a better man for doing this.” “Hmmph. You didn’t think me the better man when you slept with someone else.” “Do you want to open that door? Hmm? Do you really want to open that door to how much better a man someone else is? Do you want to tempt me into looking for someone to replace you more often?” [i]That[/i] got a reaction, and it was the exact one that she had been expecting in the carriage. His cheeks burned, his face turned almost as red as his hair, and she could almost [i]smell[/i] how hard he got, how aroused he’d become. It must have been the rat in her, now, allowing her a better insight into what other people liked, what they wanted, what they thought they needed. She didn’t know if that was a good thing, but she went with it. “Because if that’s what you want, I can tell you that this sorcerer has a lot more to him than you do.” “Mmmph…that’s not…that’s not fair…” “What, and you pretending to be a ‘better’ man just because you’re ‘respecting’ someone’s privacy is? I’ll have you know, Piers, that this sorcerer is far more willing to help than you are, both with this case…and in bed.” “Oh, you…you…” “What? Feeling a bit threatened, now? Feeling like less of a man? Maybe you are,” Robin said. “I already know you’re smaller than he is. I know that you can’t get me off the way that he could, the way that he slammed me into the ground and just fucked me like a bitch. And you know what? He could keep on going…and going…and going…” The more she talked about it, the more she remembered it, and the more tempted she was for Vitus’s dick. She wanted to feel it in her again, wanted to feel that knot stretching her, wanted to feel his dog tongue lapping against her toes and soles, too. The feeling of him over her, the way that he had been so feral in the way that he fucked her, had been everything that she had been missing in bed with Piers. It took her a second to pull herself from the fantasy and realize that her husband was staring at her with rapt attention and hunger, his hand groping at his crotch, desperately trying to get himself off through his cloth civilian wear. She looked down below the table, saw how hard he was, and she stood up with a shake of her head. “You really are lost in that, aren’t you?” “Mmmph…you made it a lot…a lot sexier than I thought…” “…You really are a cuckold, aren’t you?” “I didn’t mean to be!” “No, but you are.” “…” He blushed, nodding. “Well, then…Maybe we can make a deal.” “…Are you bribing your commander, Robin?” “Maybe. Are you open to one?” “…Maybe.” “Then how about this? You let me have that warrant…and I’ll let you ‘interview’ the man that’s replacing you.” His eyes went wide, and she knew that she’d made an offer that he couldn’t refuse. Not officially, and not erotically, and most definitely not as her husband. There was no way that his pride and his lust could turn that down. “…I get to meet him before we sign the warrant.” “Done.” “Tomorrow?” “Done.” “You…you have no shame about this, do you? No guilt?” “…” Robin realized that was the truth. She looked down at the ring on her finger, rubbing it with her other hand. Despite everything that she and Piers had been through together, the Adair name was more of a relationship of friendship, loyalty, and some love rather than any of the lustful things that some of the housewives of Absalom would say that they shared with their partner. She shook her head slowly. “No. No shame.” “Do you…love him?” “…You know…I don’t know.” She shook her head. “But one thing’s for sure. I love you.” “You promise?” “Piers.” She smiled. “We’ve been through hell together. You might have joined the Watch first, but you weren’t in it for that long before we met. In work, out of work, in the bars, on the streets…we’ve been together for a long time. We might not be [i]that[/i] compatible in bed anymore…but that doesn’t mean that you and I aren’t together.” He held up his hand, letting the wedding ring glint in the midnight glow, in the candle light from the table. She reached out, the backs of their hands touching and the rings clinking together ever so slightly. They shared a smile, and sat down to eat. Neither of them said much, mostly from the sheer awkwardness of the teasing and ‘blackmail’ that had just gone on, but neither of them could deny their own hunger for the next day. She just hoped that Vitus wouldn’t be too offended by the relations that she’d promised that he’d need to have for this to continue. # Vitus groaned as he laid on his back, the drow-harpy at his side moaning softly to herself as she rolled her head to the side and started snoring. He glared at Cazna as she slipped into slumber, looking down at his cock. The whole hellhound shaft throbbed with a lustful fury, the knot at the base felling almost twice as big as usual, though he couldn’t tell if it had grown or not. It just felt like it was angry, big and angry and swollen in a way that it normally wasn’t. He could feel it begging to cum, but there was something about the whole thing that was keeping him from doing that. And something about the warring pressures in the back of his mind that was making it all the more difficult for him to focus. He could feel the pressure of Master Brundir pulling at his mind, almost like there was a leash and collar wrapped around his brain that the aasimar was dragging him with, but that was not the only sensation. There was a second pulling, like a hand on the back of his neck, a gentle stroking feeling that was accompanied by the feeling of heat and hellfire. His hair was thick and shaggy now, running down along the back of his neck like the mane of a wolf. He could feel his voice dropping again, the growl that he had made through anger starting to permeate all his words these days. It felt like there was less and less humanity for the corruption to take, these days. Vitus sighed, looking at his paw-hands, feeling at his ears as they continued their slow growth. He felt at his half-muzzle, running his hands along the muscles that popped through the fur. He reached down further, rubbing at his cock and sheath, feeling just how big they were, how they had grown even further since the initial corruption of Melchiresa. That felt so long ago, these days, and he almost wished that was the biggest problem that he had. He almost wished that he could go back to those days, because at least with Melchiresa, he knew where he stood. At least with the demon lord, he didn’t have his memories getting fucked with on the regular. He knew that was just nostalgia and hopelessness speaking, however. Master Brundir was not a demon, and while he was working with a devil, there was something to the way that he remembered the aasimar speaking that made him believe that the former adventure was the one in charge, not the devil. The devil might have thought he was, but there was something there that was distinctly unhellish about the older man. Then again, that could be a charm spell, or something worse. Groaning, Vitus ground his paws against his face, taking a few deep breaths as he forced the grimaces of annoyance down, as he forced himself to focus on the now. Before Cazna had claimed some fun from him, something about needing to put the voice of her demon lord down with some pleasure, she had mentioned what Robin had been able to discover down in the city. He was happy to find out that they were making progress, and even happier to hear that they were on the verge of being able to serve a warrant of investigation, search and seizure to the aasimar, but he didn’t know if it was going to be enough. There’d been other investigations, after all, and there was no way that his Master was going to be blind to the possibility of the Watch rooting around. [i]We need to catch him in the act…[/i] But how? Vitus laid one hand behind his head, staring up at the ceiling above, when he felt something tugging on his heart, on his soul. The contract. He got up, shaking his head a few times as he felt the tugging continue. [i]Master…[/i] He didn’t like how the aasimar had this grip on his soul, knowing that it was just one more way that the adventurer could control him. Much as he had tried to figure out a loophole in the contract, he hadn’t been able to find one that would allow him his freedom again. He didn’t know what he could do to get it back, but there was always a way. He just had to find it. Shaking his head, he walked out of the little out-building, making his way along the paths of the Master’s grounds in the nude. There was no point in putting on clothes anymore. Nothing but robes fit him these days, and he knew that the reality-bending spells that the Master had on the grounds kept anyone from giving him a second glance these days. He sighed to himself, walking along, feeling his paws kicking up the dust, feeling the little particles of the earth against his soles in a way that he was all too conscious of. That was another thing that lingered from the Master. There was an appreciation for paws that he had never had before, and more than that, an appreciation for things being done to his own feet. He grumbled to himself, trying not to let his cock throb any harder than it already was, trying to keep his focus on the here and now. Even so, it was hard to keep his mind from drifting to Cazna again, of feeling those talented talons working his shaft the way that she had taunted him with before, or of imagining Robin under him once more, seeing her long, slender rat feet in his face. The soft scent, the bit of musk on them, had been enough to keep his cock good and hard for a long time. And then, there were the Master’s hooves. They were not the same as worshiping a pair of feet, but they were nice enough. They were firmer, harder, almost like they demanded attention rather than merely requested it, and it was hard for him to think of them as anything but the hooves of a king. He groaned under his breath as his cock continued to throb, a bestial thing that bobbed up and down like a horse that scented a fertile mare, or a dog that had scented a bitch. By the time that he reached the manor proper, he was dripping, his cock oozing pre-cum on the floor and the wood planks of the porch. Vitus tried to hide his frustrations, but they were hard to put aside, particularly as the images of fertile pussies started to dance in his mind, of breeding and studding, and – And Master Brundir’s big, dark shaft putting him in his place again. Every time that the fantasies of females started to grow too strong, the blast of the Master’s cock popping into his mind wiped them away. He groaned every time that he felt the pressure of it taking over his thoughts, feeling almost as if his brain was getting fucked to clear it of the thought of being on top, leaving him with nothing but the feeling of submission and need for cock. [i]Nnngh…[/i] He had never been interested in other males before the touch of the Master, and yet, now it was the basis of most of his sexual fantasies. Even though he could enjoy his time with Cazna and with Robin, there was something about the Master that overwhelmed them, that filled him with a lust that could not compare. The hunger that he felt for it left him drooling nearly as much as his cock was, and his asshole puckered hard between his cheeks as his tail started rising up. [i]No, no, no.[/i] His body, however, continued to say ‘yes, yes, yes.’ As he walked through the quiet manor, he could feel the eyes of someone else upon him, someone that was powerful, ethereal, and just looking for a reason to push him back out. The devil that had replaced the deva, he realized, and he knew that meant that the Master knew that he was here. He trusted the touch on his soul to guide him along, and followed the tugs hither and yon. Soon, he found himself standing before a door that he had never seen before, or at least one that he never remembered seeing. It was made of bleak stone, hard and austere, and it seemed to shift and shimmer under the eye. Built into the wall almost like some mosaic rather than an actual door, it almost seemed to move under one’s hand, shifting and sliding like it was avoiding one’s touch. But Vitus knew where to touch, somehow, and the door opened. He stared into a hallway that led down to darkness, and nothing more. He looked over his shoulder, feeling the glaring heat of the devil that wandered the halls, and took the first step. Down, down, down into the darkness he went, and soon, he was enveloped in it, swallowed up by the darkness. He groaned under his breath, forcing himself to keep walking even as he went completely blind, led by the smell of the Master in the distance and the pulling on his heart and chest. He groaned every time that they squeezed, knowing that the pressure of the Master’s magic was going to get stronger and stronger until he could no longer resist it, and trying not to think about that. Eventually, he left the stairs, walking into a chamber that was lit by a single torch in the middle of the room. Standing beside it was the Master, the aasimar as nude as he was. The purple-skinned male looked up, smiled, and nodded at him. “I’m glad that you could make it, my Vitus.” His Vitus. Something else to remember, something else to hold out against, even if he was trying to pretend that he was completely loyal. Vitus smiled, lowering his head, even as his cock throbbed and his hole clenched. “Master.” “I called for you because it is time. Time for you to understand.” “…Understand what, Master?” “What I am doing…why…and what your part in it shall be.” The aasimar gestured, and the fire flew from his torch, darting and dancing to the braziers and torches and sconces on the wall, each one suddenly flaring with light as they were fed the flames. The room lit up with them, and what was revealed was both amazing and terrifying. The floor was covered in an immense amount of enchanted silver, laid out in circles and spirals of various sorts. He did not understand half of the symbols that he saw, but he did see the way that the spirals went all the way to the edge of the room, and then under the walls, under the stone, under the earth. [i]How many earth elementals did it take to carry it out from here?[/i] he wondered, imagining that the silver lines were crisscrossing the underside of the city as they spoke. He could imagine the channeling lines of silver going all the way out to the port, and even out to the edges of the city, despite its size. He could imagine that it touched on everything that one thought of as Absalom, and then some. It was the power of the sorcerer that allowed him to see what it was. There was no translation as a wizard would do, only an overall sense of the whole. This…this was a circle that no other magister could cast, for it could do multiple things at once. [i]This will enhance all the outsider-touched ‘clients’ that Master has,[/i] he realized, looking at the symbols in awe. [i]It will forcibly enhance all the power that they have, boost the outsider-taint that they have in their bodies until it overwhelms their mortal side. Then it will enforce a new contract, based on the city’s rules of outsiders being controlled…and then…[/i] Wait. He was missing something. There was a different step there, something…something that… [i]He has them under contract as a person…and then this will contract them as an outsider…but what about the old contract?[/i] They would snap, he realized, as the old contract was no longer viable. That meant that there was going to be that second between when they were transformed and when they were bound where they would be unbound. Not long enough to flee, but… Vitus was still staring at the circle as his master walked over to him, the aasimar patting him on the shoulder. “You look overwhelmed, Vitus. Are you so surprised at my skills?” “No, no, Master. I just…I’m trying to understand.” “You want to know what this will do?” “I…yes…” “Well, that’s good. A curious subordinate is always a good thing, particularly when I would like to see you improve.” There was a glow inside as he heard that, and he didn’t like the feeling. It meant that there was still something in him that wanted to have Master Brundir’s approval. If that got any more out of control… He allowed himself to be led around the circle and spirals by the purple-skinned man, trying to ignore how nice the hand on his ass felt as they walked around the circle, around the silver. The Master pointed out the different individual components to the spell-circle, explaining them in brief. Vitus knew that the Master wasn’t going to explain all of it, knowing that it would be akin to a super-villain explaining his plan, but it was enough for him to confirm what he’d picked up from the whole. What he had missed, however, were a series of circles that were placed around the mid-point of the circle. Most of them were marked in ways that he didn’t understand in the slightest, but there were two circles that were marked in ways that he did recognize. One with talons, one with a barking dog mouth. One for Hashila, and one for Melchiresa. He looked around that circle, counting out the different loops that were present. There was one for each demon lord known to man, and that…that was not a good sign. “Master…” “Yes, Vitus?” “What is this for?” he asked, pointing to the one with the dog head. “Ah, you recognized it, hmm?” “I saw it on her altar, before. Why is it here?” “To bind the power of the demon lords, they’d need to be here. Or at least, have a representative here.” “…” “You are useful for many reasons, my Vitus, but most of all, that connection. That connection to one of the great demon lords means that you’ll be able to help me seal them out. They will never be able to threaten the city again.” “How? How could you…” “Your connection. Cazna’s. And others. I have collected them, you see. Collected the servants of the demons, one for every lord out there. And in this ritual, not only will the city be bound, but through your connection to them, the demon lords themselves. For once, for the first time in all of history…there will be a peace. A peace that can be enforced. A peace that none will be able to question. One that will endure…” “And you need…me…for this?” “It will be for the greater good. I swear to you, it will be.” Vitus didn’t know what to say, but he knew what he felt. Fear. Fear, and anger, almost blind fury for the way that his Master believed that he had the right of it, that he deserved to be able to leash an entire city to his will. The urge to fight, the urge to struggle against that leash rose up… But he pushed it down. It was not the right time, and besides, he needed that anger. If he was going to find a way to escape, if he and Cazna and Robin were going to deal with Brundir, then he needed to hold that anger for when it would do something worthwhile. A punch now would only lead to his memory being screwed with again. He bowed his head instead, smiling. “I’m glad that I can be of use, Master.” “You are more than of use. You are…valuable, Vitus. You have done much, already, and I imagine you doing much more before your life is done,” the aasimar said. “I look forward to being your guide, and seeing you grow.” “You are kind to me.” “You earn it.” “…” “You may return to your bed. We will be doing this soon; get as much rest as you can, because as soon as the elementals finish their tunneling, we start.” Which could be much sooner than he wanted. They would need to move faster, and that meant getting Robin and whoever else she could summon here as fast as possible. He hid his grimace, keeping it off his face as he walked towards the stairs. Even if Master Brundir couldn’t see his face, he didn’t trust the devil to keep from seeing his worry. # Cazna woke from her slumber shortly after Vitus left. She knew that it was not long after because the bed was still warm, and because his seed was still wet inside of her. The half-harpy groaned, reaching down and rubbing her pussy, her clit, feeling it swirling around inside of her. “This is getting ridiculous…” She rolled her legs over the side of the bed, her talons scratching at the floor as she settled them in place. The drow could feel her demon lord pushing at the back of her mind, demanding that she take things further, that she push the hellhound from Melchiresa’s worship and adoration to the harpy’s. Normally, Cazna would have been fine with that, but there was one big problem. For all that the sorcerer’s soul was attached to the hellhound leader, there wasn’t any worship going on there. And his soul, for all that it was corrupted, was not up for grabs in the same way that other mortals would have been. It was locked down by the contract that he was under, as was hers. [i]Gods damn it…[/i] She took a deep breath, then let it out. There was going to have to be a change, soon. This holding pattern wasn’t making things better for anyone, and she doubted they were going to be able to keep it up for much longer. Tap tap. A knock on the door? At this hour? Cazna arched an eyebrow, pulling on the illusion that she had used before to look fully elven, and walked to the door. Standing there was a human, one that was dressed as a messenger from the city. As soon as he saw her, he stared at her breasts, his eyes locked on her pierced nipples, on her prodigious curves, and Cazna felt both a spike of arousal and annoyance, rising in lock-step with one another. “Yes?” “Mmm…” Click, click. She snapped her fingers until he looked up. “Yes?” “Sorry. I have a message from Sergeant Adair.” “…And?” “She wanted me to send it to one Vitus Leontina. Is he here?” “I can pass it along to him.” “…It was somewhat intimate.” “Then I will definitely hear it, and pass it on to him.” “Well…” She rolled her eyes, lifting her hand. A hint of green light flowed down her arm and then out through her fingers, a charm spell that was more than sufficient. The human relaxed, his arms going limp and his eyes half-closing. “Now, the message.” “Oh, yeah…Sergeant Adair invites Vitus down tomorrow night…to fuck her in front of her husband…so that they can get a warrant signed…” “Really, now…that is interesting…” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]