Grange was pissed and alive. He was three floors above Merrie and pacing back and forth. She couldn't hear him, but she knew that he was swearing up a storm as he lashed out and punched whatever was in his way. Magic flickered along his arms as he imagined someone else being tortured and suffocated. The focus of Grange's attention was in the room with him, but Merrie couldn't sense them except through the vile man's thoughts.
She was sickened by Grange and tried to reach out for someone else. Her mind drifted, but she could sense no other thoughts. She couldn't even tell if the house was occupied at all. Not a single other thinking being rose up in her questing. It was as if her abilities could only sense a single person, a single mater.
Her eyes snapped open as the sickening thought slammed in her. What if she bonded? Tabitha said that a bonded alpha had telepathy with only a single being. Tears burned at her eyes as she curled into a tighter ball, praying that it wasn't true. She thrust out with her mind again, trying to find some thought, some person beside the man now screaming above her.
There was none.
She shivered as she clutched herself, pressing her tail up between her legs and trying to make herself as small as possible. It couldn't be true. She remembered the connection snapping, the intense despair that tore through her. The memory was still raw, gripping her heart as she relived the experience once again. The horror of living through Grange's memories burned at her throat and she felt her skin grow hot from the desperation that welled up from the darkest parts of her mind.
Sweat clinging to her body, she realized that she wasn't in the familiar confines of one of Grange's cage. If she was in his room on the second floor, there was nothing beyond the third floor of the mill. The only way he could be three floors above was if she was in the basement of house.
Dreading the answer, she focused on the world around her, not with her mind but her physical senses. A thin sheet covered her body and she could taste the musty air leaking through the gaps. She was on a soft mattress and she knew that it wasn't as bad as she thought. Grange would never let her sleep on anything comfortable. Confused, she shifted and stretched out with one amputated arm to push up the sheet.
The first thing she saw was a brick wall. It was only half a meter from the edge of the bed. Next to the head was a small end table with a pad of paper, a pair of pens, and a single straight-edge knife.
(Fuck Bass!) raged Grange, (I can't stand being here any longer!)
Merrie stared at the knife. If she bonded with Grange, something that seemed growing more possible when she heard his thoughts clearly through her mind, she couldn't live with herself. Her mind locked on the blade, wondering how to cut something critical without hands.
“Of all the girls,” Borias spoke from out of her sight, “you be the last to be thinking suicide.”
Fear plunged into Merrie's heart. She didn't know if it was Borias' voice or Grange's anger, but she was convinced she was about to be punished. She cowered against the mattress and crawled away from Borias, sliding off the bed into the gap between the mattress and the brick wall. The cold surface teased her buttocks as she knelt on the hard-packed ground and peered over the crest of blankets.
She was in a basement room, judging from the exposed brick and the joists above her, but it was not like any basement she had ever seen. To her left, the entire wall was covered in wooden barrels like the kind they made wine and beer. A dozen taps in the casks were dangling with clothes and towels.
The far wall was a kitchen but it was far more than just the simple magical stove that she had in her apartment. Instead, there was at least three sinks, dozens of cooking surfaces, and hundreds of tiny drawers all neatly labeled. Pinned to the cabinet doors were detailed diagrams of women of all shapes and sizes. Every diagram was covered in notes and writing, notations and arcane symbols that crawled as she looked at them.
To her right, there was the head of the bed and the table with the knife. On the far side was another table and a door leading out of the room. It was closed with a simple latch. She felt a trickle of pleasurable helplessness as she realized she couldn't even open such a simple lock.
Heart pounding, she turned her head to look at Borias. His back was to her as he was chopping something on a cutting board. He was bare down to his waist and she could see the faded scars of whip marks that marred his back. After her time with Grange, she felt a sympathetic cringe at the pain that the deep lashes must have left him.
“Mother's collars,” Borias leaned over and picked up a pair of carrots before bringing them back to the board, “chime when a girl be considering killing herself. You not be able to hear it, because of the collar, but it tells us to be watching you.”
He finally turned to her, his brown eyes catching her gaze. “You not be thinking about that knife, be you?”
Merrie glanced over at the knife and shivered. Hearing Borias speaking calmly helped her own fear and despair. She shook her head but reflexively lowered herself.
“I be considered it when I was in Abbinkey. More than a few times. Nothing to be ashamed above, it is part of being alive. It be scary to think you are stuck for you life in some hell. Though, I be thinking your time here isn't so bad, is it, Merrie?”
She shivered at her own name. It was sent a tremor along her senses, but it wasn't sexual. Just a powerful rush of her humanity and a reminder that she was falling quickly away from her old life.
“Come out from behind the bed when you want. Take all day, all night. You don't have to do anything you don't want in this room.” He gave her another broad smile, then returned to his cutting. Something flared and she felt a prickle of energy rolling along her senses, the first sensation of something besides Grange's anger.
Merrie cringed at the thought. Grange was screaming at the top of his lungs now, but she couldn't hear it. Instead, his thoughts battered against her, tearing at wounds in her mind.
(Fucking thriban! Lemitri,) an image of statue of a woman rose up from Grange's thoughts, (should have killed him when she cast him out. Why won't the bastard just die? Oh god, he's apologizing to me again. Good! Fucking thriban deserves to suffer. I have his balls in my hands-)
She pushed herself back against the wall and clapped her arms to her head. She didn't want to hear Grange's thoughts any more. She hated him. She glanced back up at the knife, then guilty looked at the mattress to where Borias was standing.
“His thoughts still be in you pretty head?”
Merrie whimpered and let out a soft, breathy bark.
Borias sighed and set down his knife. “Damn it, I thought my shield be strong enough. Hold on.”
Nothing happened for a long moment, and then she felt power rolling around her. It was an itch that ran up her spine and spread out across her body. The air rippled around her and she straightened her back to look down at her chest. There were tiny golden flames spreading out across her skin, leaving a strange senses of being confined in the tightest glove. She squirmed as it spread out and rose up her body, cresting over her nipples, and then rushed toward her head.
A wail ripped out of her throat as it ran across her face and up over her head. The flames faded away as fast as they appeared, but Grange's thoughts faded into a dull ache in the back of her head.
Merrie inhaled, half-expecting to be muffled, but the noises came clearly through her own ears. She tried to reach out with her mind, but she encountered a resistance of golden flames. Gingerly, she brought her thoughts back into her own head.
“How about that?” Borias sounded exhausted.
Merrie peeked up over the mattress. Borias was slumped against the counter, sweat beading on his brow. He caught her looking at him and gave a smile. “You don't be worrying, pretty girl. I'd hate be having that bastard's thoughts in my head too. He be gone now?”
She nodded and barked with more confidence.
“Good.”
He turned back to scoop everything up into a small pot. It wasn't much larger than a single serving. He dropped it on one of the heating runes next to another pot. His fingers gracefully traced a rune on the side and it appeared in a red glow before fading. Borias lifted the top off the first one and breathed in the smell.
“Just like Mother never made.”
A new smell drifted past her. At first she thought it was from the pot, but it smelled like feces. Wrinkling her nose, she pulled a face. Curious, Merrie crawled along the bed and peeked out from the foot. The room had a slate floor and looked cold, but there was warmth from the stone underneath her knees. There was no one else in the room and she felt a little braver.
With a deep breath, she crawled out from the bed. Her bare breasts swayed with her movements and felt the cool air of the basement teasing her pussy. She lifted her tail to enjoy the tease of coolness. She headed for his feet and looked up at the counter. It towered over her when she was on her arms and knees. A flash of excitement came with the reminder of her helplessness.
Borias looked down, then reached out to stroke her head. His fingers ran along the side to tease her loose hair and the curl of her ear before he returned to his preparations.
Merrie felt warmth at the touch. She pushed herself up on her knees, trying to look on the counter. The ends of her arms barely reached up to the edge of the counter and she felt tiny against the wooden counter.
“Here, let me get this.”
He turned and picked up a padded crate from the corner. Setting it down next to the counter, he patted the top before he looked away to open a cabinet.
She knew he was giving her a chance to move without being watched. She felt a flush of respect for Borias. She crawled on the crate in a flush of helplessness. It brought back the familiar excitement, a tingle pooling between her legs and a quickening of her breath. She twisted around on the crate, careful of her balance, until she could kneel and peer over the counter.
Borias was just setting down a piece of parchment on the counter. The translucent paper had a intricate diagram in golden ink. It shimmered in the light as he squared it on the cutting board. Like the paper, the board had more arcane symbols carved into it and the parchment fit perfectly into a carved depression.
He set down a pair of large carrots. He picked up his knife and began to chop with short, precise movements. As the blade came up, a shower of almost invisible magic burst out from the paper. With the blade's downward movement, it splattered the magic against the carrot. With his rapid-fire cutting, it looked like a flower blossoming over the carrot. He chopped down the length of the carrot, then pushed it aside to slice into the second one.
“This be your dinner. I be making each meal individually for the girls I get. Today, Useless Cunt be getting a bit of venison,” he chuckled, “because she be very good with her toilet training. I think you will be a good girl too.”
He opened up a cabinet and cold mist poured out of it as he picked up a hunk of meat. Setting it down, he sliced through it. Like the carrot, magic flowed up from the parchment, along the knife, and sank into the meat. It was elegant and beautiful but Merrie had no idea what it was for.
“You know, Merrie,” she looked up at her name but he didn't look away from his cutting, “when you be crying on the steps, I be telling you that I would answer more questions.” He finished the meat and glanced at her. “You be wanting answers?”
Merrie nodded.
“You want be speaking?”
Another nod.
Borias set down his knife. He reached over, but then pulled back his hand. A smile. “Beg for it.”
Merrie felt a flush of excitement. She pulled herself into a begging position and spread her knees. The feeling of the padded crate teasing her inner thighs sent a tiny hint of pleasure coursing up her body. She inhaled and barked.
“Good girl.” He slid his hand along her chin to cup her jaw with his palm. “Speak, girl.”
There was no tingling, no sensation that anything changed. She was afraid to speak, in fear of the pain, but then she realized she was already familiar with that pain.
“Did-” she paused for the shock. When none came, she let out a long breath.
He said, “You not be bonded.”
She froze, the exact question clinging to her lips.
He grinned. “We all be asking that. When Sable and Dixie went berserk, we all be panicked. Bass smacked Grange through a wall. Mother found a rope around your neck and you be dying. She blew a lot of power to bring you back. Regeneration charms don't be healing starvation and strangling,” he flicked her charm and then one nipple.
As Merrie arched her back at the tiny gesture, he continued. “Tabby took Grange away and bitched him out. Would have killed the bastard, but Bass stopped him. Mother blew a lot of magic to heal Grange. Tabby got hurt too, but mother don't be having enough power for her. Right now, Bass be apologizing to Grange.”
Merrie whimpered. She didn't want Bass to apologize, Grange deserved what he got.
“Tabby be pissed now that Bass be crawling on his belly for Grange. But,” Borias sighed, “Bass be Bass. Promises were made and the boss can't afford to break them. Tabby don't be understanding that but I… I,” Borias' voice broke for a second, “I be knowing what it is like when you don't have a choice.”
Tabitha said something about Bass and promises, that it was how he got his magic. And she knew that Bass was bound not to hurt Grange, if Grange's ranting while he fucked her was any indication. In some ways, Bass had a collar around his own neck, one that he willingly put on. She whimpered again softly in pity and frustration, because there was nothing she could do.
“Well,” he continued, “we be worried because you still had an empathic link with him. But, Sable and Dixie both say you not be bonded. It be close. Maybe a few seconds at most. But, apparently it didn't really break until Tabby got Grange past the second marker stone.”
He shook his finger at her, but Merrie didn't have a reference to understand the significance.
“So, you be just having a strong empathic connection with the bastard. It will fade over time, but for a while, you be knowing what's in his nasty little head. I be shielding you for now, but I can't hold it for more than a day at most. Of course, it will all go away when you bond, but we are a few weeks from allowing that.”
Merrie pushed out with her mind, wanting to feel Borias' thoughts and get the taste of Grange's thoughts out of her head. But, when she felt the resistance of his shield, she pulled back again.
“Feel better?”
Merrie nodded slowly.
He chuckled. He turned back to the counter and added some other vegetables to the mix. As he cut, the magic flashed and she saw the diagrams fading from the parchment.
Merrie gulped and whispered, “What is that?”
She reached over the edge of the counter with her severed arm and waved over the parchment, afraid to touch it.
“This is a spell. Erstil's Intestinal Fortitude. I can't be easily using raw magic anymore, so I be buying these spells to do my job.”
Merrie shivered as she watched him pick through jars of spices.
“What… is your job?”
Borias chuckled. “I be hired for the same reason as Grange, pretty girl.”
Merrie cringed but Borias continued. “When Bass sell a girl, he doesn't be forgetting them. He goes and checks on them. A couple dozen in early spring before he picked up another litter to train. Most of the time, he just chatting, pets the girls, and heads home. But, there be two girls in Belkim that were… they didn't have a good owner. He treated them like dogs. Fed them filth, made them sleep in their shit, and kept them caged up. Whored them out to other masters to fuck their dogs. But they both get real sick and broken. He be beating them. It wasn't the life Bass be planning with his love and compassion.”
Borias sliced some apples over the pile of food. He tapped the board twice and there was a flash of magic. He scooped it all up into a pot. He opened another cabinet and pulled out another parchment spell and lined it up. Some roots and dried peppers came from other drawers and soon he was slicing them up.
“Now, Bass be pretending he be evil but he be still be a paladin at heart. So, he be offering to buy them back. Nope, got asked for ten times what he sold them for. Bass can't be buying that. So, he made a deal. Bass pay to get the girls healed of diseases and injuries and the guy sell the girls to a better owner. Everyone happier but Bass be out a year's profit. Of course, Bass be Bass and he would die to keep his promises.”
Reaching out, Borias stuck a finger in the first pot. It was a dark brown substance. He grinned and held it out for Merrie to taste.
Merrie sniffed at it and almost choked. It smelled like shit. She felt the bile rose up and turned away.
Borias licked his finger clean and grinned broadly. “Tastes like shit too. But, be the healthiest thing you ever be eating. That's my job actually. I teach you to eat just about everything. By the time I'm done with you, there won't be anything you won't put in your mouth and swallow.”
He chuckled. “You know, besides cocks and cunts.”
Merrie blushed and smiled, squirming as she felt a flush growing in her loins.
“But, I can make you a promise. No matter how bad this,” he dipped two fingers into the noxious food and held it out to her, “it be never be the real thing. Nothing out of my butt or anyone else at the mill. This be nothing but vegetables, spices, and a whole lot of alteration magic.”
She paled at the smell of it. She felt the bile rising and forced herself to swallow.
Borias shrugged and licked his fingers clean. She was repulsed by the idea of the taste, but she felt guilty as she watched him cleaning his own fingers. She wanted to have him dominate her, to force her to do it, but not with what he was offering her.
“Mother's magic focuses more on making you stay here, pleasure with the ‘good girls’ and the punishment when you speak. My magic is less flashy but also permanent. The spells I cast,” he gestured to the now blank parchment, “change your body so you won't ever get sick if you eat poisoned or diseased food, drink bad water. If I have you for a full week, then eating month-old green meat, covered in maggots, and in a pile of vomit won't get you any sicker than eating that oatmeal slop they feed you upstairs.”
She whimpered.
He reached out with his other hand and stroked her hair. “It's okay, girl.”
She sniffed and leaned into his palm. It was strong and comforting. She let out a whimper and inched closer.
“Damn, you're sexy. Even without the puppy eyes. But, you know why I'm be doing this. Right? Bass has me feed this to you,” he dipped the tip of his other hand's finger in the food and held it out, “so he never be seeing a girl crawling on the ground in pain, stomach all twisted and bleeding, and be helpless to do anything. You can imagine how much that tore him up.”
Merrie stared at the finger, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what it smelled like, and she had no doubt what it tasted like. It was disgusting and vile, but Borias ate it like candy.
“He be loving you girls.”
Bass was kind and compassionate, the master that Merrie wished she could have. She warmed up even more at the thought of his tender ways, the kindness and compassion he gave all of them. He was crying when he held her the day Ass Licker ran away, trying to convince himself that he was evil.
She nodded, her eyes still not leaving the dark-tipped finger held in front of her. She didn't need magic to know what Borias wanted her to do. Her stomach clenched tightly as she stared at it, trying not to breath in the earthy scent.
“It's only vegetables,” whispered Borias.
Merrie whimpered and glanced up at him.
He smiled sweetly to her. And then, she felt the pressure on her head as he guided her to it.
Her heart thumped loudly, the sense of being dominated slamming into her. She could easily slip to the side to avoid it, but she was caught his hand as if she was chained. She fought down the bile and closed her eyes. Slowly, she parted her lips. Between her legs, the heat of submission boiled hotly across her senses, reminding her that she was his willing slave.
It tasted terrible, but she managed to find the strength to lap at his finger. She wrapped her lips around his knuckles and slid it back, cleaning it like a cock. Her stomach surged and she fought it down.
“Good girl,” whispered Borias, “you are a pretty, good girl.”
She gasped as the finger slipped from her mouth. She let out a sob as she inhaled sharply.
The pressure on her neck relaxed. “That was such a good girl.”
She felt ashamed and humiliated. The taste clung to her mouth and she gulped to try clearing it. Her stomach tingled and she felt magic spreading out from her stomach and leaving a strange flutter inside her.
“But, this be for Fuckhole, not you. Different spells for different meals.”
He pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
“Don't be worrying, pretty girl, the first one is usually the easiest to swallow.”
The blade flashed with magic as he chopped and sliced. As he worked, she could see a hint of a professional cook in his movements. He was skilled and fast, preparing her dinner in a matter of moments. When he finished, he poured it into a pot and set it on the nearest heating rune.
Borias pulled the other pots off the cooking runes and set out three dishes. Each dish matched the lid of the pot: blue, green, and yellow. He poured Fuckhole's yellow pot into the bowl and it slopped to the bottom. Useless Cunt's was thicker, but just as disgusting. Twenty-Eights came in lumps and he shaped a few of them with his fingers before licking his fingers clean.
“In Abbinkey, they don't let wizards be in general population. So, I be in solitary and be getting the nasty jobs. The last eight years there, I be cleaning out the bathrooms and jacks. After a while, I had to adjust or be killing myself.” There was a haunted quality in his voice, a memory of something terrible.
Merrie whimpered softly and rested the end of her hand on his arm. Her tail pressed against her thigh in a protective gesture.
Borias patted it. “That be my old life. Now, I be happy. Let me feed the other girls and I be coming back.”
She barked and turned back to her pot, watching the chopped vegetables and meats rolling in the thick soup. She was curious how it went from recognizable food into something disgusting. She waited until the door to the room closed and then pushed out with her senses.
In her mind's eye, she could see the magic swirling around inside the pot. As she focused on it, she picked out two different types of energy. One had the same feel as the shower of magic while he cut. It felt like a flower slowly dissolving in the food, sinking into every bite and nibble. There was a sense of waiting, like a liquor-filled candy ready to burst open when bit into.
The second spell was far more complicated. She couldn't comprehend its structure any more than how it was made, but she could almost sense its purpose. It worked around the first spell, changing the food while leaving the transformation spell untouched. It was what made it taste and look horrible, but she could also see how it was just an illusion.
As she watched, the soup thickened and transformed into a bowl of what appeared to be crap. She pulled a face wondering if she could actually do what Borias want and eat it. She bit her lip and reached out with her arm for it, just to smell it.
The door opened and she yanked it back. Her movement was more violent than she wanted and she tipped the crate back. The world shifted and she let out a shriek as she tumbled back.
The stone smacked into her back and she laid on the floor, staring up at Borias with a blush of humiliation.
“You be okay?”
Reluctantly, she nodded.
“You be hungry?”
She shot a fearful look at the stove. She shook her head. Even as she denied it, her stomach rumbled and twisted to the side.
“You be lying. I feed you.”
He affectionately patted her head and turned to the stove. She wanted to watch but he made no effort to restore the crate. Instead, she remained on the ground and unable to look. It added to her sense of helplessness. He could be doing anything he wanted and she had no way of knowing. It wasn't any different than a restaurant, but having her meal prepared just a meter away somehow added a sharp knife edge to her helplessness.
She squirmed as the heat boiled inside her. It warred with the revulsion she felt for her meal. The two left her disoriented as she struggled with what Borias wanted and what she craved.
When he set down the bowl in front of her, she stared in shock. He shaped her dinner so it looked like it was at the bottom of the toilet. But, in a stark contrast, he made a little flower of summer fruit and stuck it on top. She didn't know if she wanted to throw up or laugh.
She snorted and turned to hide her smile.
“Aye, ruins the effect, I be knowing. But, this is important, girl. You need to be eating.”
Merrie whimpered and looked at it again. She shook her head. “I-I can't.”
“Yes, you can.”
“I-”
Borias knelt on the floor next to her. “How about we make a deal?”
Merrie looked up. “A deal?”
“Yeah, a deal. You do something for me, I be doing something for you.”
“Like fucking?”
Borias reached over and caught her head with both hands. He tilted her up and kissed her on the lips. Heat rippled along her skin as he broke the kiss. “I be fucking you no matter what tonight.”
Merrie tightened her legs, enjoying the feel of her pussy growing wet with anticipation.
“No, I want you to clean your bowl and… finish your drink. And if you be a good girl, I give you a proper glass of brew to wash out the taste.” He gestured to the casks in the back of his room.
She looked at the barrels. The only time she had alcohol since she got to the mill was during the puppy shows. It was for special occasions. She glanced back down at her dinner, fighting the revulsion.
It was only vegetables and meat. It only looked disgusting and probably tasted just as worse. Her stomach clenched tightly as she looked up pleadingly. “I… I…”
“You can do it, Merrie.”
Hearing her name, her resistance began to crumble. She felt tears in her eyes as she dropped her gaze back down. She struggled with herself for a long moment until she came to one thought. It was for Bass. And… it was for Borias.
Gasping for breath, she positioned herself over the bowl. Her body trembled as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
And she ate.
As she choked down her transformed dinner, Borias stroked her back and head. “That's a good girl. A pretty girl. So brave. So-” It was comforting as she struggled against throwing up. It was just as bad as she thought it was but she had to do it, for Bass and Borias.
She finished faster than she thought. Knowing that it would please Borias, she gave the rune at the bottom of her bowl a lick to lean it before lifting her head. She gasped for breath, sobbing.
Borias wiped the tears from her eyes. “You be a good girl.”
She opened her mouth and gagged.
“Better get you something to drink, then your brew.”
Merrie froze as he stood up. She knew what was coming, but still watching him unbutton his pants and step out of them left a dread growing in her gut. She stared at his half-hard cock with trepidation. Her tongue morbidly explored her own mouth, trying to get the taste out of her mouth.
Borias stood in front of her and gestured for her. “Beg.”
She was helpless to resist. Pulling herself up into a begging position, she spread her legs and held herself still. The ends of her arms brushed against the iron collar around her neck.
“You are pretty. This won't be long, just a few gulps, okay?”
Merrie swallowed at the dryness, fighting with the heat of submission and the taste that gagged her. She trembled.
Borias slid his hands around her head, cupping her chin with his palms. “Open your pretty mouth, girl.”
She obeyed. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as she felt the heat growing inside her, adding to the pleasure and revulsion. She shifted closer and lifted her gaze to look into his eyes.
“That's a good girl,” she shivered with the pleasure. “Now, take a deep breath and be opening your throat like you are going to drink.”
She struggled to obey. She knew it was coming, but when the first hot stream of urine splashed in her mouth, she gasped and choked. She tried to pull away, but his hands tightened around her head but at least he stopped.
“That's okay, just breathe. Breathe.”
“B-Borias, I-”
“You can do this, Merrie.”
She moaned at her name, it was her own personal drug. She gulped and opened her mouth again, tilting her head back.
“Oh, you be good girl.”
He started up again. This time, she was ready for the hot stream and let it pour down her throat. The hot humiliation filled her as he emptied his bladder into her. She sobbed but kept her mouth open, taking everything until the stream came to a stop and a few droplets splashed on her tongue.
Merrie closed her mouth to gulp, then opened it again.
“Oh,” Borias said with a smile, “you be a very good girl. You be brave and pretty. But, I be empty.”
Relieved that her ordeal was over, at least for a short period, Merrie closed her mouth. She glanced down at the cock she just drank from and saw a droplet forming at the tip. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue teased the tip as she sucked on it. A few droplets of urine teased her senses, but it was nothing compared to what she just went through.
Borias let out a soft moan as his shaft grew harder in her mouth. His hands slid up to the side of her head, cradling her but also preparing to guide her.
She kept herself begging and bobbed down on his cock. Compared to everything that just happened, cum was a taste she had acquired and she knew how to get it. With a smile, she teased it as it grew harder in her mouth, filling her with the comforting joy of a cock against the back of her throat.
Merrie held it there, sucking and lapping with her tongue until Borias took over. He held her tight as he slid his shaft from her lips. She felt a flush of being dominated and of being used. When he drove forward, she moaned around his cock. It was something she craved now, of her lips wrapped around hard flesh. His cock head against the back of her throat flared her lust with every bump. She squirmed with excitement as he fucked her face. She sucked harder, chasing away the taste of shit and urine with the fresh flavor of pre-cum.
It didn't take long before he reached his crest. Holding her firmly, he pulled his shaft completely free of her mouth.
“Open up,” he gasped.
Merrie opened her mouth and listened to her heart pounding in her chest. She lifted her gaze up to his eyes and held herself still. A moment later, his cum splattered into her mouth. She opened her throat like she was drinking, relishing the feel of cum sliding into her gut with a hot, searing taste. There was a similarity between the two actions, one already a natural action and she had no doubt that the other would soon become one. It was far better than eating the transformed food.
She moaned and squirmed, rocking her hips back and forth as the last of his cum filled her stomach. She licked her lips to get a small glob that caught the corner of her lip. With a smile, she barked once.
“Good girl. Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?”
Merrie gave him a pained looked and Borias laughed. After a moment, she snorted and then was giggling with him.
“Okay, but I knew,” he lowered himself to kiss her on the lips, “you would swallow the first time. You be such a good girl.”
Merrie squirmed and breathed in the tiny space between their lips. His own breath was hot on her face and she flushed hotly.
Borias kissed her lips again. “And I be owing you a brew.”
She almost answered like a person, but then decided to bark instead. She leaned forward and barked, her lips caressing his own. Then, with a sly grin, she licked his face.
He looked surprised for a moment, then chuckled. “You be really adorable, you know.”
Standing up, Borias took her bowl and tossed it into a sink. He opened one of the cabinets and fog poured out of it. He grabbed a large glass mug and closed it. Heading to the back wall, he picked out one of the casks and pulled the handle. A dark amber liquid poured out, filling the glass until the thick foamy head crested over the rim.
Turning around, he padded back to her. His cock bobbed with his movements and she felt the moisture clinging to her pussy.
Merrie wagged her tail as she stared at it, gulping reflexively and enjoying the boiling heat gathered in her pussy. She wanted to be fucked, to come, and she knew that it would only be a matter of moments. She panted with need and watched impatiently as Borias settled on the ground with his legs crossed in front of him. His shaft stuck up from his groin as he patted to his shins.
“Come on, Merrie, have a seat.”
Merrie crawled over, her body slick with excitement. She poised her rear in his lap, settling down. His cock bumped against her asshole and then slid into the groove of her pussy. When it bumped her clitoris, she let out a moan and settled into place. She squirmed for a moment to shift her tail so it was trapped against her back and his belly.
“Good girl,” he whispered into her ear.
She panted as she rocked her hips along his cock. With a grin, she leaned forward and let his cock slid into her cunt with a wet slurp. She rested her weight down until he was completely sheathed inside her pussy.
“You remember the stairs,” asked Borias as he picked up the icy glass.
Merrie moaned at the memory. She spread her legs and sank down further on his cock. With her legs splayed out, she pressed her arms against her thighs and tilted up her head.
His cock pulsed in her pussy. “Good girl.”
She moaned as she pressed her low lip to the glass. When he didn't pour it immediately, she wiggled her hips. His cock swirled around her insides, teasing her pussy. She had to wait for him. He would give her what she needed, what he wanted to give her.
With a whimper, she opened her mouth even further.
He tilted the glass and the strong stout poured into her mouth. She opened her throat and let it slid down her throat. She clamped down tightly on his cock as the utter submission slammed into her. It didn't matter if it was beer, piss, or cum, she would swallow anything Borias commanded her to.