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Maatnenúlf
© 2013 Elise Olisbos.
Stories of an ulf pack. Anthro, F/D
Notes: This had been written for FutanariPalace's 2013 Story Contest. This is the first time I've tried writing anything with a furry theme.
As soon as the carriage stopped, Liana leapt out and dashed towards to massive gates of the bazaar, the iron wings standing open in welcome. Her loose black hair and tail streamed out behind her as she ran, strong legs covering ground at an impressive rate. Her guardian, Nera, descended in a fashion more befitting a member of the powerful Maxulfrenhan pack. Nera smoothed down the material of the blue riding-gown which clung to her generous curves, her big, soft breasts almost spilling out of the low neckline. Her fur was just as dark as Liana's, with silver at the tips. The triangular-shaped ears atop her head were held forward alertly, and a frown covered her blunt snout.
"Liana!" she shouted. Liana threw a quick glance over her shoulder, her ears held forward in excitement. Nera got a glimpse of wide yellow eyes, before Liana darted into the largest place of business, owned by a goblin named Rookfort.
"There she goes." The carriage-driver, Luk, chuckled under his breath and then clucked at the massive scaly beasts which pulled the heavy iron carriage. As the carriage pulled off the road and into a waiting bay across from the market, Nera sighed in annoyance and struck out in pursuit of her ward. She crinkled her sensitive nose; there was such a wide range of scents here in the marketplace: displeasure, anger, delight and of course, quick spreading ripples of surprise and anxiety, when buyers and sellers alike realised that an úlf had just marched by. She wondered how they had fared when Liana had raced past them.
Finally, she climbed a few broad steps and swept past a large, carved archway. Rookwood was already waiting for her just inside the arch, a grin creasing his wide green face.
"Lady Nera," he said with a quick bow. Nera smiled down at the sturdy little goblin. She never detected fright from old Rookie; probably the reason she liked him so much. "I just saw young Lady Liana run in here as if all the old spirits were after her. What can I do for you today? That male you obtained last month, has he been pleasurable to you?"
"Mmm. Quite." Nera felt her eyes glaze over a little, thinking about her latest acquisition from Rookwood: a proud centaur with flashing dark eyes named Little Crow. There was nothing little about him, really, and Nera loved to fondle and suck his monstrous cock, letting it spurt out thick ropes of cum all over her face, neck and tits. Nera's own dick, a fine thick specimen in itself, had been thrust inside Crow's rectum many times since she'd bought him. The sight of his tight hole stretched around her cock as his feathery tail flicked over her shoulder never failed to push her, howling, to her release.
Nera shook herself a little, much to Rookwood's obvious amusement.
"I'm not here for myself today," she told him, and glanced around as if she could spot her stubborn ward's head. "Liana's of age in a few days, and she insisted on a pleasure-servant." She let out an aggravated sigh, spoiling the whole effect by smiling. "I wasn't this difficult at that age."
Rookwood laughed, displaying his sharpened rows of teeth. "I couldn't say, Lady Nera. Let's see if we can't find something nice for Lady Liana, shall we?"
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Lady Liana, the youngest of the Maxulfrenhan, had stalked along nearly all of the wide corridors in Rookwood's House of Desire, gazing impatiently into each of the massive enclosures. These enclosures were really neat bronze cages, and none had doors; Rookwood's stock was kept in place by subtle yet potent magic. Heavy swaths of silken curtains were hung across the entries to the cages, and most were pulled aside to display the pleasure-servants available. Pouting, pampered fae, the most popular choice for a pleasure-servant, reclined in most of the cages, their delicate wings fluttering seductively. There were also a lot of chattering elves, silent golems, even a few orcs and trolls. The centaurs were stabled in the back with some fauns, and there was a huge lake some distance away, guarded by vigilant watch-wraiths; this held the merfolk and the naga, those sly snake-people. Rookwood had a wide array of quality pleasure-servants, well-fed and expensive. Liana was looking for a special one, because she was a Maxulfrenhan, and those of the pack deserved the very best.
She was at the very end of the last walkway between enclosures, her tail flicking back and forth, when an unusual scent stopped her in her tracks. She turned around, gazing into one of the cages, sniffing the air curiously. Deep within the shadows, a female reclined against a pile of large pillows, dressed in sleeveless green robes; a female what, Liana didn't know. It was taller than a fairy or an elf, far more slender than an orc or goblin, but much shorter than Liana herself. Its skin was smooth, and lacked the thick layer of fur that Liana possessed. It did seem similar to a fairy or an elf in terms of its facial features, but there were no pointed ears or wings. The skin of its face and arms was the colour of sun-warmed honey, and wide brown eyes stared back at Liana without distress.
Liana heard the sound of footsteps behind her, and picked up the distinct aromas of Nera and Rookwood. Without turning around, she asked, "What's this?"
Rookwood trotted around her and peered in at the fascinating creature. His floppy ears twitched.
"Ah yes," he said, "That's a female human."
"A what?" Liana glanced at Nera, who shrugged.
"Very rare. I got this one from a specialist breeder near the Wastes," Rookwood said, reaching inside the cage and beckoning to the human. It got up and placed its small hand in his larger, three-fingered one. Gently, Rookwood led it out, and it stood there, blinking up at the two taller úlfs. "She's actually not a pure human, those don't exist anymore. There's a bit of djinn in the mix for greater resilience and longevity." He allowed the human to make a slow turn. "Pure humans were very frail, I've heard."
Liana gazed at this…human, taking in the details of her curves, the smoothness of her skin and the dark wavy hair which was gathered at the top of her head and fell almost to her waist. She heard Nera ask the age of this human, and Rookwood's answer of sixteen summers, a few years younger than Liana.
"Do you have a name?" Liana asked her directly, hoping she talked just as any other of the races did (but not like an elf, those were unbearable). The human nodded.
"Yes. Brechen," she said, in a low voice. Liana was captivated.
"I'll have you," she said and turned to Rookwood. "I want her."
"She's expensive," Rookwood said, very cautiously. "As I've said, humans are—"
"Rare." Liana bared her teeth at him, and Rookwood dropped his gaze respectfully. "I heard you. Possibly you didn't hear me when I said I wanted her."
"Liana," Nera said, apparently aiming for stern but landing on indulgent cheerfulness. "Try to be less threatening, dear."
"Would you like to purchase a collar as well?" Rookwood asked, calm despite his display of submission. "We can inscribe your name on it."
"Yes," Liana said, and stared at her new pleasure-servant. Brechen met her gaze and smiled slightly when Liana licked her lips.
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As she had been trained, Brechen sat beside her new mistress, carefully watching the Maxulfrenhan at dinner. She'd seen úlvenkin out in the Wastes; those had been furtive, lonely creatures, scuttling on all fours from shadow to shadow. These Maxulfrenhan were plainly comfortable with their power and wealth.
Brechen glanced around at them, noting the familial details: the yellow eyes, and the short thick fur which covered their entire body. Most of them, though, were dark-brown or black in shade. They possessed a crest of straight hair between their ears, and that crest was either gathered in a braid that did not pass their shoulders, or left loose in most of the younger úlfs, like Liana. Úlvenkin in the Wastes went without clothing or jewellery, but these Maxulfrenhan wore elaborately crafted garments, and gold hoops in one or both ears. Many of them had the family crest sewn with silver thread into the back of short over-robes: an ancient úlf sitting on its haunches under the spreading branches of a broad tree.
Liana called her name and when Brechen turned to her, Liana held out a thick slice of crusty bread which had been dipped in the savoury meat-drippings. The fact of their cooked meals was another surprise to Brechen; in the Wastes, the úlvenkin ripped through their prey raw. She leaned forward and took a delicate bite, looking up into Liana's yellow eyes. They seemed to glow, and Brechen felt the slit of her pussy quiver and moisten in expectation.
"I can smell you," Liana murmured. "I wish this stupid dinner was over so I could stick my cock in you."
This was talk that Brechen had been trained to tolerate, but Liana's intensity made her feel warm all over. She glanced again at the other Maxulfrenhan, most of whom had seemed very surprised when she'd been taken into the stronghold. When she had stepped out of the carriage, they had been waiting in the cobbled courtyard, a pack larger than any Brechen had ever seen. The eldest, a hunched female with watery eyes had stared at her for a long time, before nodding slowly at Liana. A few had tried to touch her skin, seemingly out of inquisitiveness, particularly the very young; Liana had growled at them, glaring until they backed away a step or two.
"It's only for a few hours more," Brechen said now, trying to be soothing. "It's all for your birthday, isn't it?"
"Well, yes." Liana nodded, the ears atop her head twitching. "It's my birthday, and so I can do what I want."
She got to her feet, wrapped her fingers around Brechen's wrist and pulled her away from the table, ignoring the friendly taunts from the pack. Brechen tried to keep up as Liana headed along the corridor towards her suite, but she stumbled, bending her left big toe painfully.
"Wait, stop." She tried to pull from Liana's grip, but Liana was strong. Brechen, however, had djinn-blood in her veins, and so when she dug her heels in and wrenched her arm forcefully, she managed to free herself. "I said wait!"
Liana whirled on her, seeming incredulous and furious at the same time. "You dare command me? I own you!" She bared her teeth at Brechen, who felt fright skitter up her spine, but she didn't drop her gaze.
"Of course you do!" She narrowed her eyes, the way she'd seen one of the older Maxulfrenhan had done as they'd remonstrated an unruly pup. "I'm not going anywhere. You don't need to hurt me to fuck me."
Liana's upper lip curled, revealing her sharp teeth. "How crude. And not necessarily true. I'll hurt you if I want."
"You won't," Brechen told her, standing up straight despite the throbbing in her toe. "Unless I ask you to. And I will ask…but this," and she touched the metal of the collar around her throat, "means I own you just as much as you own me. Not in the same way, but Master Rookwood wouldn't sell me to you if it wasn't true. No matter how much you tried to bully him."
"You sound absolutely ridiculous," Liana told her, but there was something thoughtful in the tone of her voice that made Brechen smile confidently.
"You like it, though." She stepped around Liana, and then walked towards the suite of rooms under her own power. She glanced over her shoulders, a sultry smile on her lips. Liana was staring after her. "Now, you said something about your cock in me?"
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Liana knelt between the spread legs of her pleasure servant, staring down at the naked form sprawled across the bedding. She gazed in the small breasts, topped with dark nipples that were erect due to the cool air and arousal, and the sensuous curve of Brechen's body. Liana's cock grew stiff with want; she could hardly wait to get it inside Brechen's warm cunt.
Idly, she reached down between her legs and began to jack at her eager pole, still in its furry sheath. She smiled down in what she hoped was a menacing fashion. Brechen just stared up at her face, her eyes without fear.
Annoyed, Liana reached between Brechen's legs and shoved a long finger between the bare pouting lips of her pussy; Brechen flinched, but did not cry out as Liana had expected. She simply bit her lower lip, and rocked her hips slightly, fucking herself on Liana's finger.
"Slut," Liana sneered at her, even as her cock thickened even more in her hand. Brechen blinked up at her, but made no reply.
"Do you know how úlvenkin fuck?" Liana asked, a growl in her voice. Brechen gasped as Liana added another finger. Her juices starting to flow around the invading long digits, lubricating their quickening plunges.
"Y-yes," Brechen said, her eyes half-closed as she arched her back a little. "I've seen the wild ones mate. In the Wastes."
Liana scowled at her. "So, you've never been fucked by an úlf? Never had one mount you, and have the knot of their prick swell up in you?"
"No," Brechen murmured. "I've never been fucked at all, except by wooden phallus used to train pleasure-servants."
Liana stopped finger-fucking the girl, feeling surprise followed by a very intense possessiveness, tinged by irrational jealousy. She bent close, her nose almost touching Brechen's.
"After this, no sham cock will enter you unless I want it to."
"I know that," Brechen answered with her infuriating calm, and Liana drew back, frowning. "Why does the prick of an úlf knot?"
"To make sure as much cum as possible gets into their mate," Liana told her. "No other úlf can get at the mate, or cum in them, so long as they're tied together. Not that anyone would dareenter my room, anyway."
Brechan's eyes widened, but she nodded. "I've seen it happen. So…you'll knot in me?"
"If you'll just shut up and let me fuck you," Liana snapped, "then I'll stretch your pussy so wide you'll piss like a fountain for days."
Brechen didn't laugh, even though she appeared as if she would. Exasperated, Liana grasped her by legs, pressing them apart even more. She slid down on the bedding and licked at Brechen's leaking slit, letting her tongue trace over the puffy flesh. Brechen's scent was intoxicating, and Liana buried her face in the other girl's crotch, sticking her tongue as far up as it could go. Brechen moaned and bucked; she drew up her legs, pressed her feet flat against the bed and used the leverage to grind her dripping cunt against Liana's lips.
Liana drew back and then pulled apart the lips of Brechen's sopping entrance with her thumbs, gazing down at how her saliva glistened against the girl's inner flesh. She slapped Brechen's hip lightly, causing the girl to jump in surprise.
"Get on all fours," Liana said. "I'll make you my bitch."
"You've bought and paid for me," Brechen pointed out, even as she positioned herself the way Liana said. "I'm already your bitch."
Liana rolled her eyes. Chatty little servant. Brechen settled on all fours, and then went oddly still as if she was thinking about something. Liana was about to ask her if she was having second thoughts (and it wouldn't really matter if she was), when Brechen shifted down, folding her arms and resting her forehead against them. Her ass wiggled invitingly in the air, and at the sight of it, Liana felt her cock expand even more, slipping out of its sheath. She wondered if Brechen had been instructed to display her sex like that, like a true úlf mate; the girl had moved so naturally.
Liana's cock was throbbing, keen to rut, but she took a few moments to part Brechen's ass-cheeks, exposing the darker crinkled skin of her hole. Liana moved one thumb and pressed against that tightly furled skin, forcing it in. Brechen whimpered and clenched around the intruding digit.
Liana leaned forward, her larger breasts rubbing against Brechen's upper back.
"I'll open you up here later," she said in Brechen's ear. "But let's break in your pussy first."
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Brechen breathed deeply as Liana's hands fondled her nipples, pulling and twisting them at the point of pain. She could feel the pointed head of Liana's cock brushing wetly against her inner thighs, leaving trails of pre-cum. She shivered in anticipation, waiting for her mistress to mount her.
One of Liana's hands slid down Brechen's flat stomach, and then flicked at the erect nub of her clit. Brechen whimpered as Liana's fingers parted the lips of her cunt, and that big cock slid up into her, slowly. Brechen gazed down, watching the red cock disappear inside her. She couldn't see much, but she could feel how it spread her wide open.
"So big," she moaned, and Liana laughed, pulling back and sliding right in again. Brechen rocked back on her knees, clenching handfuls of the woven blankets. She marvelled at how Liana's prick throbbed, how hot it felt inside her. It was nothing like the inert toys she had been trained to take. Liana grabbed her hips tightly and began the rhythm of intense thrusts, releasing guttural grunts every time their skin slapped together. Sweat beaded on Liana's skin, dripping off the end of her nose and sliding between her breasts.
She whimpered as she felt the base of Liana's cock begin to swell, and wondered if she could take it. Liana slowed down a little, and she grabbed onto a hank of Brechen's hair, coiling the long strands around her hand and pulling back so that Brechen had to go back up on her hands, arching to ease some of the discomfort in her scalp.
"Take it, bitch," Liana snarled, pounding into her wet cunt, and Brechen could feel her pussy stretch to its limits around the fat girth.
Brechen grunted loudly with every thick stab, and trembled right at the edge of orgasm. She reached a shaking hand down between her legs, her fingers petting against the bulge of her cunt around the massive knot. Liana hissed, releasing her hold on Brechen's hair and gripping the girl's hips so hard that there would be dark marks in the skin for a few days afterwards. Brechen heard her growl. Liana's hips ground against Brechen's ass, and then cum rushed inside the human servant in a shockingly hot, substantial rush. The knot pulsed between them as Brechen cried out and bucked weakly, trapped on Liana's thick cock as she came as well. It seemed as if Liana couldn't stop cumming, jerking in a wild fashion against Brechen's smaller frame.
Brechen collapsed, and Liana followed, rolling them so that they lay on their sides, Liana curled up close behind her. Brechen gasped in lungfuls of necessary air.
"Your skin is wet," Liana observed after some moments of silence, running one hand over Brechen's arm. Her voice was enviably steady. "And warm…very warm."
"Sweat," Brechen said, faintly. "That's what they call it, I think. Humans keep cool that way."
Liana let out a disdainful little huff.
"And I'm warm because djinn are usually warm," Brechen said. "If I was a full-blood djinn, I could burn you and everything in this room to ash, if I wanted."
"How fortunate that you're not a full djinn, then," Liana said, mockingly. "Although I hear they can grant your deepest desires, if you can find them and trap them."
"How long will we be like this?" Brechen asked. Liana's knot now felt uncomfortable as it lodged tightly inside her. She felt the quick movement of Liana's shrug.
"Two minutes. An hour. It depends."
"On what?" Brechen wriggled a bit more, wincing when one particular movement caused the knot to tug painfully at her pussy.
"On if you stop moving," Liana said, harshly, and wrapped her arm around Brechen's waist so she would stop shifting about.
Brechen remained still, with some effort. She could feel a heavy pressure inside her, as if Liana's cum was pooling in one place. Liana's arm was covered with fur, and felt too warm and heavy against Brechen's already heated skin. Irritably, she shoved it off her waist.
"You are so very infuriating," Liana said, her voice tight. "Did you really just push me away like that?"
"I wasn't pushing you," Brechen shot over her shoulder. "Your arm was making me hot."
"I am sure no other pleasure servant in this household acts like you."
"Good," Brechen said, making a face as Liana's knot began to diminish in size. "There's no one in this place like me, anyway."
She reached down between her legs and tugged Liana's length out of her body. Sticky fluid spilled out of her after it and she gasped at how it oozed over her fingers, thick gobs of the stuff. It was a mixture of their jizz, of course, but she hadn't expected so much.
Liana reached around and grabbed Brechen's wrist. She brought it up to the girl's face.
"Taste us," she commanded. Brechen hesitated, and then gave her fingers a few delicate licks. It was sharp but not unpleasant, and she cleaned her hand, feeling smug at Liana's quick breathing. Liana tugged at her shoulder until Brechen turned around, and continued to push and pull until Brechen found herself kneeling over the úlf's face.
Liana grabbed her hips and pulled her down even more, and Brechen's knees slipped along the blankets, the lips of her cunt parted wide over Liana's mouth. Liana began to lap at the cum oozing slowly out of the girl and Brechen shuddered under the assault. Her over-sensitive pussy felt loose and well-fucked, and she pressed down on Liana's busy tongue, riding her face almost mindlessly.
Liana pushed at her forcefully, and Brechen fell on her back, limbs flailing weakly. Liana loomed over her, her yellow eyes feverishly bright as she deftly hooked Brechen's knees over her shoulders and her cock slid into the human again.
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Liana was surprised at the girl's reaction at being filled by a thick erection once more. Instead of a complaint, Brechen threw back her head and moaned, her tits jiggling as Liana pounded into her. Heat poured off that smooth skin as Liana thrust, and the walls of her pussy rippled around the fat pole thrusting inside her.
Brechen moved her legs to wrap around Liana's waist, and Liana ducked down to suckle on her nipples. She wondered if she could get this girl with pups; she didn't know if Brechen was in heat, like an úlf mate could be, but the image of Brechen's body swollen with her litter was attractive, and Liana fucked her even harder at the thought.
With every thrust, Brechen let out a sharp, breathless sound, tugging on the Liana's fur in random places. Her pussy squelched as Liana's cock smacked into the juices already inside her; she arched up, shaking all over. Liana didn't knot with her this time, but she tugged out her reddened dick and jerked it with one hand, letting out a small spurt of cum over Brechen's stomach.
Liana lay down beside her as Brechen's chest heaved in an attempt to calm her breathing once more. She glanced down, smiling at how Brechen's abused cunt-lips seemed to flare open like the petals of a flower. She had enjoyed that. She wanted to take Brechen's ass next time, depositing a load of spunk into her tight canal.
"If I told you to I wanted to see you get fucked by someone else, what would you think?" she asked, and then wondered why she did. Brechen went very still.
"If you wished. You're my mistress, and I'm your bitch." Her tone was neutral. Liana felt a small curl of annoyance in her chest. It was the proper answer, of course, but Liana surprisingly felt more irritated at herself for asking the question. Still, she was the mistress, and she could give Brechen to anyone as she saw fit.
"Maybe I'll watch as Nera's centaur fucks you. His dick is big and long, it'll probably split you in two."
Brechen shivered lightly, but it appeared more to the fact that the air was rapidly cooling in the sleeping-room and not from fear.
"Or I could give you to a pack of goblins. Let them fuck you until you can't take anymore."
"Whatever you like, Mistress." Brechen sounded bored, and drowsy. "May I go to sleep now?"
"No."
Brechen yawned and turned over, snuggling against her mistress. She tucked her face into the curve of Liana's neck and shoulder. Incredibly, her body relaxed, her breathing evened out and in a few moments, Liana was sure she was asleep.
Liana stared at the top of her head. Maybe she should have just taken home a fae instead; they would have shown proper respect to their owner. Then Brechen curled one small hand into the furry space between Liana's breasts, and Liana shook her head.
A fae would have bored her, anyway.
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