[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 9 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] If Cazna [i]not[/i] having a panic attack wasn’t crucial to their success, Vitus would have cancelled his last order in a heartbeat. The dark elf had been sexy enough just walking around in a slave’s outfit. Now that she was acting the seductress, it was…well, very difficult to take his eyes off of her, to put it mildly. The fact that her ass was definitely bigger didn’t help, considering that she was swaying it far more than she had to. His eyes kept dropping to the dark gray flesh, watching as it swayed and the cheeks rubbed against each other through the fabric. He could see the divide between them perfectly, and she often walked with just a wide enough stride for him to see her pussy when she leaned forward a bit more. [i]God, this is not fair,[/i] he thought, staring at her as she walked a bit more delicately, and then a bit more forcefully, as if she was testing out what would work best. Sometimes, she’d strut forward with all the confidence of a courtesan in an Emperor’s court, while other times she’d be delicate as a dancer, her toes barely touching the ground. She flaunted herself. There was no other way of putting it but that. She flaunted herself as hard and as forcefully as she could, putting her ass on display, swinging her chest as much as her steady pace would allow, and she teased him with her feet as much as she did with everything else. He didn’t even like feet, but the way that she showed off with such confidence started putting other thoughts into his head. He started to wonder what it would be like if she started using her body on him the way that she was showing it off. He started to wonder how it would feel to be under her, to feel her body taking its pleasure from his, how it would feel to have her shoving him down and making him into more of a walking dildo than a person. That was dangerous, and he knew it, but there was no easy way for him to deflect his thoughts from her body when she was leading the way. Despite him holding the leash, there was no way that he could bring himself to take the lead. Not when she was acting like this. Not when it meant that someone might sneak up behind him and try and take her away. He didn’t even know if that thought was something that he honestly worried about for the sake of the mission, or if he was starting to feel possessive, and that scared him. [i]She’s not yours. Brundir just gave her to you to make sure that she got punished, and to make sure that you have an assistant to get things done. That doesn’t mean that she’s really your slave.[/i] He told himself that, but…wow, he could not believe the temptations that came from staring at her. He wanted to pin her, to hold her leash and remind her what it meant to be held by someone. He wanted to take her, rut her, own her like the demon lord that she served. [i]Pack. She’s pack-bitch.[/i] Vitus squeezed that thought out of his head as fast as he could. The last thing that he needed was for the demonic part inside of him to start seeing her as a possession. He remembered what had happened to Hazel when his urges got out of control, and he wasn’t going to put an innocent prisoner through that. He was going to treat her like she deserved, not like he wanted. Even if he wanted nothing more than to rut her into the ground. His cock throbbed all the way to the harbor. A note in his robes told him where he was supposed to go, and he tugged Cazna’s leash to get her to follow the right direction. Despite the cold air, she seemed to have no problem moving around, showing off. She didn’t shiver, save to grin and tease afterwards, like she was constantly in bliss. It was as arousing as one could imagine, and he had no idea how anyone was able to resist the drow when they started pouring on the charm. They were just that much sexier than everyone else. But he was able to keep moving, even though the hound in him wanted nothing more than to claim her as pack. They reached the pier in question, and a large cargo ship was there to meet them. A human stood at the top of the gangplank, looking down at them, and he arched an eyebrow at the drow. “What’s the slave for? Payment?” the human asked. “No, just a companion,” Vitus said, shaking his head. “Do you have the goods?” “Yeah, just clearing them with the dockmaster now…” Clearing them. That must have meant making some sort of bribe, something that would make sure that there were no questions asked. He imagined that happened a lot with smugglers coming to Absalom. Unlike most cities, there were few things that were completely illegal. Much like the silver, it was only the amount that was questionable. Of course, there were exceptions, but this was the civilized part of the world. Very few things couldn’t be solved with a liberal application of money, and that was probably what was happening here. He did his best not to look disapproving. The last thing that he needed was to blow his cover. Cazna, on the other hand, was still posing, still showing off. She seemed to dance in place, lowering herself to the balls of her feet, spreading her legs so that her piercings were on display. She seemed to take the sweat that had rolled down her body from the long walk and turn it into an oil of erotic nature, making her look like a shimmering goddess of sex. She swayed and shimmied as she stood up again, almost like she was fucking the air itself, and then lifted her arms over her head, as if surrendering to the eye-fucking that she was receiving. And she was receiving a [i]lot[/i] of that. Not just from the contact on the gangplank, but also from all the other sailors on the ship. She was getting horny eyeballs from everybody with a pulse up there, and it didn’t matter that they were barechested, barely clothed in leather shorts that showed every inch of their erections. She showed off regardless, and she was using the dirt on her to somehow sell her need all the more. If she was willing to get that dirty just walking around, her state of cleanliness said, what was she willing to do if she got paid for it? Vitus cleared his throat, pulling on her leash, trying to drag her closer. Not from possessiveness, he told himself, though he was no longer sure that he entirely believed that. She leaned against him, instead, his arm nestled between her breasts, the heat of her body pressing against his side. He shivered, not from the chill, but from the sheer hunger that her presence filled him with. She leaned against him, her legs spreading along his outer thigh, and he felt her pussy squelch against her transparent loincloth and against his leg. “Mmmm, do you want to give them a show while we wait?” she whispered. Vitus groaned, but his cock just about jumped out of his robes at the idea of showing off for the crew. The idea of showing them what a real male was like, what he could do to the drow that they could only dream of, was hotter than it should have been. The urge to just throw caution to the winds and just… No. He couldn’t do that. Not until they got back to Brundir’s mansion, and even then it would be better to wait. He was hardly holding onto the edge of his demonic powers as it was, and if he started changing on the docks, word would spread. Even the aasimar couldn’t keep everything quiet, if they were too stupid to be careful. He shook his head as she kept grinding on him, eventually having to pull the leash back hard to keep her from pushing down on him. She yelped in the process, but he swore that her pussy got wetter as he held her on her tiptoes, his fingers curled into her collar. She gasped, and his cock jumped again as his hellhound side realized the power that they had over her. [i]No, no, we’re not using it. She might like it now, but that’s only because we told her to.[/i] [i]Not fair. We want it. We need it. Pack-bitch needs to learn her place.[/i] [i]No, she doesn’t.[/i] [i]Needs rutting. Smell it.[/i] That was hard to ignore, too. She was wet, and very wet, for that matter. She was dripping down her thighs, and she had marked him again when she ground against him. The pleasure of feeling her juices on him was muted compared to the worry about what he’d do if he stopped thinking things through, though. The sorcerer finally let go of her collar, letting her drop to her knees. “Later,” he grunted at her. “Promise?” “…” “Heh…” She smiled at him, and he tried not to think about the sheer arrogance and confidence inherent in the expression. It looked more like she was in charge than he was. Before he could say anything, the dockmaster finally arrived. He was a big man, a half-orc that stood a head taller than the human walking at his side. It must have been the captain, considering that he actually had a shirt and didn’t look like hell. They were arguing, chatting back and forth about the order of silver. “There’s no way that you have enough buyers lined up for this to be legal,” the half-orc grunted. “I swear to you, there’s many buyers. I have one ready to meet me, right here.” “Where?” “There!” The captain pointed at him, and Vitus did his best to look official. He knew that there was no way that he could sell himself as human, now, not with a muzzle and dog ears, but there were enough magical races out there that he could still hide behind the identity of an official at the Arcanamirium, so long as the dockmaster didn’t ask for proof. That would be difficult, but…well, he’d bluffed his way through worse. The half-orc turned to look at him, and for a split second, there was an expression of recognition. That did not sit well with Vitus, but there was nothing that he could do about that. Not right now, not in public. “I’m here to take my shipment for the academy,” he said, nodding. “I’ll be happy to conduct my business with the captain.” “That won’t be necessary,” the half-orc said. “Captain, you may…begin unloading. But I will need to talk to this mage in my office.” “You got it, sir.” “Don’t push your luck. You. Mage. Come here. And bring her with you.” There was something different here, something odd going on. Vitus didn’t dare look down at Cazna to see if she was thinking the same thing, partially because he was sure that he’d see her teasing herself or something of that sort. Instead, he shook his head, forcing himself to take that first step and pulling her along by the leash. She stood up to walk beside him, thankfully, though it was with a bit less thanks that she managed to get in front of him. The sight of her swaying ass did not make things better; if anything, it was that much more distracting to watch the slightly damp, gray globes rubbing against each other, showing off just how much of a curve each cheek had. [i]I swear, if she starts showing off in that office, I am not responsible for what happens next.[/i] They walked up the pier and towards one of the biggest of the warehouses that were attached to the dockyards. The half-orc opened the front door, guiding them up a set of stairs to the second floor, before gesturing for them to enter an office made of wood and glass. A glass floor, one glass wall, and a wooden frame hardly seemed sufficient for all three of them, but it was what they were directed to do, so they did it. As they got comfortable – Vitus in a chair and Cazna on the floor – the half-orc stepped inside and shut the door behind him. In the light of the warehouse, it was a bit easier to make him out. He had olive-green skin, not quite as deep and emerald as a pure orc, but not far off it, either. His tusks were subtle, making bumps against his lip rather than sticking all the way out, but his muscles were definitely bigger than any human’s would naturally be. That, and the way that his ears were just sharp enough to be non-human but not pointed enough to be elvish, gave away his heritage to anyone that was paying attention. “So…you’re the ones that Lord Brundir sent down, hmm?” Their hearts stopped at that question, and Vitus was thankful that everything else seemed to freeze, too. If he had given himself away with his expression, he would have failed his Master in the task before it had begun. As he calmed down, though, he remembered. They had been commanded to keep his name away from the smugglers, but nothing was said about the dockmaster. There was something else going on here. “How do you know Lord Brundir? And why would you say that he’s sent us?” Vitus asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re associated with him, ain’t ya?” “That’s a bold claim.” “Not for someone that’s seen the both of ya up there. Heh. The things that you guys get up to…” Vitus’s cheeks burned, though he didn’t quite get why. He hadn’t done that much for the master…had he? He remembered giving him a blowjob in the middle of the grounds, yes, but past that – “I saw you sucking him off in the park. Pretty tame compared to when you were hanging from a bunch of ropes in the main hall, getting fucked from both ends.” The sorcerer’s eyes nearly bugged out of his sockets. That…had that happened? There was no possible way that could have happened. He was aware of all the time that he had spent at Brundir’s estate, and he had never, ever, [i]ever[/i] done something like that. The fact that he had sucked his Master off in public was bad enough, but to imply that he would ever go further than that, like some sort of…some kind of deviant… Yet, the big half-breed wasn’t done. He turned to Cazna, whose cheeks were already burning bright, but she didn’t bother looking away. He seemed to smirk. “And you, lady. I saw you in the dungeons, back when he was giving you the business. Seeing you get fucked all day long by magic dildos? Heh, never thought I’d see a sluttier girl than that. Guess you drow really get up to the hottest shit.” “We…are practiced in sexual relations.” “Heh. I guess the next thing will be you getting fucked by a hound or something.” There was more likelihood to that than either the elf or the sorcerer wanted to admit, and neither spoke to that. For that matter, Vitus was still trying to sort through what the half-orc had revealed. He had been…used, that way? He had been put through that sort of sexual use, and then put back into the business of serving his master out in the city? How had that happened? When? What had driven them to go that far, and why would they not remember it? What did Brundir have over them? And what did the dockmaster want? The half-orc was still smiling at them, shaking his head, and Vitus knew that silence was not helping their cause. The sorcerer leaned back, feigning a sort of nonchalance that he really, really didn’t feel. “Well, I suppose that you do know us. We don’t really remember you, though.” “Eh, I was audience. I didn’t have the clout to really get involved in the party.” “Party, hmm?” “Yeah, Lord Brundir throws these things from time to time. Invites people from all over the city to have the best times of their lives, to get the sort of pleasures that you can’t enjoy in polite company. Can’t believe that he keeps all those holy powers while he’s doing all this shit, but hey, I don’t understand how that works. Maybe he’s got a good and understanding god.” That was another question, but for another time. Vitus looked down at Cazna, who had shifted her position again. She was on the balls of her feet, her legs spread, her pussy and her pierced clit perfectly on display like she was some sort of good slave. It was hard to resist her, he had to admit, and as she thrust her chest forward to keep that visible, the half-orc definitely stared at her. Vitus did his best not to think about what he wanted to do. He needed to think this through. “I suppose that the cat is truly out of the bag. Yes, we work for him, and we’re taking some of the silver with us.” “Heh. That’s not entirely legal, you know.” “How much is he buying?” “About fifty tons of it.” That weight was more than illegal. It was downright impossible. Vitus stared with his eyes feeling like they were about to bug right out of his sockets, and Cazna actually coughed in shock. [i]Fifty tons? That’s…that’s enough to cover half the city, and then some,[/i] he thought. [i]It’s illegal to buy more than 1,000 pounds at a time, even for the Arcanamirium. How in the…[/i] The idea that they had to transport all that back to the manor was a far more dangerous task than he had realized. He had expected maybe a couple of wagons to take back up there, enough to be conspicuous, but not enough to really draw the attention of the whole city. Now that he had heard the truth… There was no way that they were getting all of this done tonight. It just wasn’t possible, not with the limited resources that they had available. It would take days, maybe even a week to get that much up there. Silence reigned for another few seconds before the half-orc chuckled. “Well, you’re certainly devoted to him. It’s not that much; it’s more like a single ton.” “You…son of a bitch,” Vitus said, shaking his head as his breath wheezed out of him. “That…that was terrifying.” “Heh, thought you’d be facing him and having to admit a failure?” That was part of it, yes. He also was terrified about how many horrible things he had been imagining that the aasimar might be doing with that much enchanted silver. He shook his head, getting to his feet. “We can handle a ton. Do you have wagons?” “Do I have wagons? The cheek, young man. I have plenty.” “Then we will need to borrow a few.” “Of course. Take what you need. And I’ll…” As the dockmaster gestured at Cazna, Vitus felt a shiver running down his spine, and the urge to growl and bark filled his brain. He almost did it, the urge of the hellhound to protect the bitch that [i]it[/i] wanted almost overpowering him. For all that he suppressed the beast urge, though, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling Cazna’s leash out of reach of the dockmaster. He shook his head at the other man. “Sorry, but she is mine.” “Heh, you mean your master’s.” “My Master’s, and mine.” There was a definite difference to how he said the word ‘Master’ and how the half-orc said it, and it made a difference to the dockmaster, too. The green-skinned man sighed, shaking his head. “Guess I’ll have to wait until the next party. Hopefully I’ve changed enough by then.” “Changed?” He blinked. “What do you mean?” “Heh. Look at yourself.” “…” “Lord Brundir doesn’t just give ya pleasure up there. He gives ya power. And the more you change, the more he gives ya.” “What are you changing into?” The half-orc lifted his shirt and pulled down the waist of his trousers. Not much, but enough to show a glowing mark on the side of his hip and ass. It wasn’t exposed enough for Vitus to see it, but he could feel the energy coming off of it. Not demonic, for a change, but elemental. Water elemental, if he had to make a guess. “Why?” “Fuck if I know,” the half-orc said, shrugging. “All I know is, it makes my job easier, and I get to fuck bitches. If he wants to keep making deals, then I’ll keep signing the contract to get what I want.” “…” “You want the wagons?” “…Yes.” “Let’s get that set up.” # Vitus and Cazna sat in the middle of the three wagons. They were large enough that they’d need to take the main road, but it was better than nothing. They could make it up to the manor before dawn, too, which was the important thing. But not for Cazna. The drow shifted in the back of the wagon, sitting near the bags of enchanted silver dust that had been tossed inside. She was dripping like mad, her draping loincloth sticking to her pussy, ripping on the piercing down there every time that she shifted it around. Her need had kept rising all night long, and while she had been able to contain it for a while, it was getting harder and harder. She panted as she ran her hands along her thighs, no longer able to completely resist her own body. It needed to be touched, and more than that, it needed to be fucked. Hashila was in her head, pushing her, half-controlling her by making her squeeze and grope her own thighs, forcing her to keep her legs spread at all times. Her pussy lips were dripping, strings of her own slime running out and over her ass. [i]You need sex, my dirty little scavenger,[/i] the demon lord whispered in her mind. [i]Cast your shadow and claim a mate…[/i] Vitus was right behind her, and she knew that he had to be smelling her need. He must have been smelling it all night with how good his nose was. The fact that he hadn’t acted on it was insane, both in terms of endurance and in terms of frustration. [i]Grab him. Show him what you are…let him enjoy you…[/i] Her fingers went from dark to feathered for a moment, golden-brown feathers pushing up from her skin. The drow hissed, grabbing at them, pulling them free and leaving her fingers stinging in the process. But the demon lord was right. She needed fucking…and she needed it badly. Looking out through the slit in the wagon, she could see that they were halfway there. They were taking the long way from the dockyards around the city, swooping around the far end of the hill where Brundir lived. They’d be hours getting there, and that meant that they had time. And more to the point, it meant that there was a possibility to fuck this operation to kingdom come. If she could push Vitus just a bit harder…if she could give him that nudge needed to pull out the hellhound within… [i]Make him give in to those urges. Make him rut me, make him turn a bit more. Then he will be bestial, demonic, just enough to draw the guards. Then he can change back, we both pretend nothing happened…[/i] And Brundir’s plan was slowed down for a bit longer. [i]I approve, my slut. Now…do it…[/i] Her hand moved on its own, drifting down between her legs. She could feel the pressure of the demon lord behind it, making her touch herself, making her finger slid between her legs. The feeling of something inside of her, even something so slender as that, made it impossible for her to not moan from it. “Quiet. There’s patrols everywhere,” Vitus hissed from the wagon seat. [i]That’s what I’m counting on…[/i] She wiggled her finger around inside of her sex, feeling her juices clinging to her digit. It was not comfortable, nor was it easy, but she felt…good. She felt her needs getting hotter, and she felt herself getting wetter. [i]Gotta get him right away, or he’ll shrug it off, and…[/i] And she didn’t want to think about what would happen next. Vitus was her only way to be sure that she got fucked, and he had been holding himself back. Whether it was out of mistrust, or out of some sort of honor, or something else entirely, she didn’t know. What she did know was that sex was one of her best weapons, and if he was going to keep pretending that he was doing the right thing by [i]not[/i] fucking her, she lost her only real way to influence him. But if she could get him hooked on her body... She bit her lip as she slid a second finger inside, holding back the moans she wanted to make. There were so many things that she needed done to her. So many orgasms behind. So many bits of lust that her demon lord wanted fulfilled. The two fingers jammed into her were entirely down to Hashila, the demon lord making her pleasure herself to feed some bit of the lust that she hadn’t been able to. Oh, she wouldn’t be able to cum. Brundir had seen to that, keeping her on edge in the dungeon and then fitting her with a command to keep her from orgasming unless she was getting fucked or filled with cock, or commanded to. He had wanted to ensure that her body still belonged to him, forcing her to remember how vulnerable she was to the predations of her demon if she didn’t do what she was told. [i]Guess Vitus didn’t realize how far we’d been taken,[/i] she thought, remembering how the sorcerer had reacted to what the dockmaster had said. [i]He is living in his own little world. He’s more lost to it than me…[/i] But that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now except what was going to happen after she smeared her scent on Vitus again. He had ignored what she’d left on his leg, what she dripped in the office. He wouldn’t be able to ignore this. The wagon started to turn, and she realized that they were going up the hill. It was now or never. She stood up, her fingers slimed with her juices as she turned around. She opened the slit in the wagon, and jabbed her fingers right under the sorcerer’s nose. He grunted, then gasped as she ground her fingers against his fur, his lips, his nostrils. And then, he howled. # Vitus screamed in the back of his own head as the hellhound came rushing forward, the raw scent of a female in heat overpowering any sort of rational control that he’d had. The sorcerer felt like he’d been thrown across a room, a metaphysical spine cracking as he hit the back of his own skull, and he could do nothing except stare through eyeballs that felt strangely distant from his own mental self. He watched as the road disappeared, as his vision went red. His view went up, a sensation of standing up following as the hellhound took control. A howl echoed in his ears, all the sensations and stimulation so distant compared to what he was used to, what he expected. Vitus grunted as he tried to drag himself back to the front of his own mind again, but the way back was slippery, a pressure of lust and hell-power shoving him back. He had to fight against the tide, struggling forward. He looked through his eyes as his muzzle fully grew in, pressing out of his face as his teeth finally evened out. Sharp teeth, fangs that showed past his lips when he grinned. A red aura that he and other mages might be able to see sprouted from his flesh. His ears grew tall and proud, knocking the hood off his head, and his tail wagged like a beast possessed. More than that, he could feel the power of hell running down his body, strengthening it, giving it the magical powers of the hellhound. Even at a distance, he could smell the world more strongly than ever, and the sense of power that he always felt from his magic increased by three-fold. It burned in his veins, begging to be used, and as his body whipped around out of his control, it was. The hellhound leaped for the drow in the back of the card, pinning her down. She moaned, she screamed, arousal and fear in equal measure on her face. She looked like a woman driven mad, her eyes looking at him, begging for him to stop, and begging for him to take her harder than ever at the same time. Everything was a contradiction to him, but not to the hellhound. It knew what it wanted, and it [i]took[/i] it by taking her. The drow screamed, and the sound echoed down the streets. [i]He[/i] knew that it would call the guards, but the hellhound did not. All it knew was that there was a bitch that had been begging to be taken all night, claimed for days, and now that it had the chance to do just that, to teach her where she belonged. Vitus fought against the swell of corruptive pleasure that ran down his spine. If this had been his first time, if he hadn’t experienced this in the Arcanamirium, then there would have been no way for him to hold out. The corruption would have seized him, taken him, ruined him, just like it had done back then. He would have gone full hound, and he would not have cared about the mortality that he left behind. This time… This time, he had a slight bit of resistance. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to let him drag himself forward bit by bit. As he climbed back to the front of his mind, he could see and feel the hound fucking the drow beneath him. He could see her body sweating, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hardening further beneath the piercings. He could feel her wetness, could [i]hear[/i] how she squelched every time that he hilted with her. She felt so good. So very, very good…and unlike Hazel, so much more willing. She pushed her hips up to meet him, begged him with her eyes to fuck her, to breed her. She pulled her legs up, pressing her heels against his hips to drive him deeper. The hellhound accepted it all as its due, and Vitus fought against her seduction. He knew…he knew this was wrong… Right? [i]If you get caught…it doesn’t matter…wrong or right…if they see a hound…[/i] And there were shouts coming closer. Shouts from the wagons. Shouts from the streets. Cazna turned, looking up at him, and even she shivered as if doubting whether they should continue. That gave Vitus the split second that he needed to take control. He forced the hellhound out of control, shoving it into the back of his mind. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he was staring out of them properly again. “Is everyone alright?” a guard shouted from outside. “What’s going on in there?” He could only hide one thing: the silver, or himself. In that split second, Vitus chose himself, putting an illusion over his transformed state, wobbling for a second as he realized that something else had changed, too. The guards opened the back of the wagon, looked down at the bags, and then at him and Cazna. The human officer shook her head. “We’ll need you to step out of the wagon, sir. You’re going to need to answer some questions…” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]