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Up the grandiose staircase and down a wide corridor Anubis marched. Along the way, enormous guards were marked by their decorative throat plates and leather armor, and stood at attention as Anubis passed them, leering at her without shame. On their belts were whips, muzzles, cuffs, and plugs of various sizes.
Keeping her head down, Nova hurried after Anubis’ long strides. At least the muzzle was loose enough so she could pant.
There was a faint rhythmic jingling that grew louder as they went. Rounding a corner, Nova saw its source. Though she looked down to block the sight, the scent of the subdued female’s heat was heavy in her nose. The brute who fucked her was pressing her head against the table, holding her ankle up in the air to spread her wide for him.
Nova wished she could close her ears, the lewd squelching of his knot in that well used hole and those primal moans causing her to feel warm despite knowing no part of that woman was wanting it. The jingling came from a bell attached to her clitoral ring.
“Oh, hey, Anubis. Good to see ya home. Ya want some of this?”
Anubis did not even glance his way as he continued by. “I’ve been satisfied for the time being.”
“Oh, then I’ll just plug ‘er when I’m done. See ya at dinner. Don’t tell no good stories without me!”
They were already near the end of the hall and began to the descend stairs. A guard was marching past them, his ears perked and sniffing the air. He glanced at Nova but hurried by, grinning as he found the source of the sound. “Ah, I’ll have ‘er when yer done wit’ ‘er, sir.”
Nova stayed as close to Anubis as she was able to when they entered a busier area of the estate. The slaves rushed about along the walls, eyes down, whispering briefly while the Wogtal strolled about the halls, speaking and calling to one another freely.
They came to a massive room with several bonfires in the middle, benches, beds and tables laden with food all about. The immense trunks of the ancient trees that grew here were expertly carved with all sorts of images of wild hunts and tales of Wogtal history, done so that the trees did not suffer. Off to a side were musicians, banging on drums and hollow logs.
All over there were slaves being raped as perhaps a hundred Alphas feasted and chatted. The burly female Dires were just as nonchalant about seeing these women ravaged as the males and were just as quick to dole out punishment.
Anubis was able to find a seat at a table. As she had been instructed, Nova slipped under the table between his feet facing him. Veka had told her that as his breeder, her only job was to pleasure him at the first signs of arousal, and with all the moaning and the heady musk of heat and sex, it was difficult not to be. The jingling of many bells was loud enough to be heard over the rest of the ambient noise.
Before Anubis was able to eat, he was surrounded. It seemed as though they had not expected to see him back so soon and encouraged him to share tales of his battles. He told a few short stories as though he had practiced them, answered questions about his encounters with her people with appropriate scorn, and was witty enough to have his audience in stitches. Even Nova smirked but she heeded Veka’s words well; if she was caught laughing, Anubis would be required to discipline her before the others.
Squirming a little closer to him, she kept her tail tucked tightly to avoid the large paws that stepped around her. She had the feeling none of them even knew she was there. There were plenty of other smells to cover her presence in the same way the table did.
Eventually the crowd scattered so he could help himself to the great stacks of meat strewn across the table. Several Dire females came to sit around him, their intentions made apparent almost immediately. It seemed they had all been intimate with him before but no pups had resulted. Disappointed, they made their desires for another attempt perfectly clear.
The scent of their heats burned in Nova’s nostrils. How could Anubis be so restrained? He had perfectly willing bitches in heat begging for pups. Yet, with a silver tongue and well practiced ease, he denied them and promised another time. He did not wish to have to pick which of them he tied for he only had the energy for one tonight.
Rejected, the females walked away, snarling at another male dire who offered his own services. Growling in return, Nova watched his massive paws stomp away to snag a jingling slave who was trying to hurry along the wall. She whimpered in terror as he pressed her down on a bench, spread her legs wide, removed her plug and pounded her ruthlessly.
Anubis let out a deep breath through his nose. Nova could feel the tension in his whole body. Despite his composure, the sounds and smells were having an effect. The tip of his rod peeked from its sheath under the loincloth right before her face. His scent was strong for her, reminding her of every time he had taken her.
Though she didn’t want his attentions anymore than any of these slaves wanted what they were getting, she couldn’t ignore the fact that not once had he been as malicious as she was witnessing around her. Each time with him had only gotten better as he learned what made her lose herself the most.
There was little else for her to look at but his genitals, and his furry sack hung right there before her nose. Thinking of how easily she could end up as one of these other slaves, she used a hand to support his glorious testicles, nuzzling the base of his sheath.
Startling, Anubis leaned back and looked down at her. One hand fondled him while the other vanished between her thighs. Slowly she dragged her hot tongue up from his balls over the edge of his furry sheath to the smooth, throbbing tip of him, her snout pushing the loincloth out of the way.
Daring to peek up at him under her lashes, for just a heart beat he seemed genuinely surprised. It did not last. His rod pulsed hotly, standing to full attention before her at the same moment his smug smirk made her wetter than she already was. With her fingers so slick, she had no trouble working her own button, breathing heavily through her nose so that she had to smell more of him.
Leaning back further, the tension in his body vanished. He smiled excitedly as he watched her work herself between his legs while she used her tongue and other hand to pleasure him. A shudder went through her entire body. Her hips were moving now, panting as her vision became hazy. Just as she felt release flood through her body, her master’s heavy hand landed between her ears and drew her close so that he rubbed her snout against his marvelous meat, the drool of his arousal leaking down the side, leaving its alluring scent in her fur.
Quivering with the afterglow, she felt him tug her leash, drawing her up from where she knelt. Spinning her around, he pressed her over onto the table so that he could line himself up with her much too eager opening. With the tip in, he sat back so that her legs hung over his knees and pulling her close, he spread her wide and helpless for him.
Thankfully, of all the sounds she was not allowed to make, moaning was encouraged. Not that she could stop herself as she sank down his shaft to the hilt. His arms encircled her as he leaned back against the tree trunk behind him. He knew exactly how to touch her to elicit her most lustful sounds, toying with her clit, completely exposed to the hungry gazes that turned to her. She could feel so many eyes upon her, causing her ears to burn as hot as her loins.
Bouncing on his lap, it was not long for her nectar to be dripping down his sack. He was panting beside her ear, holding her tightly to his body. “My perfect pet,” he growled loud enough only for her. “They’re all looking at you, mutt. But you’re mine!”
Yes, Master. Nova’s body shivered with the thought. His thrusts into her were as rhythmic and hypnotic as the drum beats. Her eyes rolled back along with her head which she laid upon his shoulder. Her muffled ecstasy was all he could hear as she melted into him.
A small crowd began to form. Their leers made her feel nervous. She had been watched before but not with such rapacious intensity. She pressed against Anubis, glad that he held her so tightly.
“Where’d ya get this dirt licker from, Anubis?” one of the men asked, panting with his ears perked tall. “I might have to go get one for myself!” The others agreed eagerly.
“Can I use her mouth?” another chimed in, licking his jowls.
Without stopping his efforts to bring her to climax again, Anubis glared at them, baring his teeth. He did not need to growl.
His knot was already beginning to swell. He pushed her down hard, grinding against her opening. Squirming and bucking in return to get his knot into her, she moaned again as she was stretched, the warmth of him pulsing into her.
Nova was relieved that the others quickly scattered to snag slaves of their own to use. Staring up at the dense canopy with its dancing shadows, she didn’t want to admit how wonderful she felt to be tied to him. In all the motion she had sank into his luscious fur, feeling it through her own.
Suddenly, a powerful voice rose over the din, a wild song that tickled the instinct of any wolf. The melody was infectious and spread like fire. Only the Alphas were allowed to raise their voices in howling. Anubis threw back his head and added his own deep howl.
Nova knew the howl of every male within hearing range from each edge of her pack’s farm; none of them had made her feel so primal. She squirmed and breathed heavily, wishing she could join him.
After the song had gone silent, Nova heard the familiar voice of Anubis’ mother. Addressing the crowd with an assertive and collected tone, she introduced the guests, three ambassadors of the Angar’rai.
Curiosity seized her and she dared a discreet peek. Her breath caught. She had heard many stories of the wolves that lived in the Angactic Desert, a great region of sand on the other side of the mountain range. Sand lickers. Hellhounds. Red devils. Certainly the color was correct.
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