Merrie crouched low and wagged her tail. Thick droplets of mud splattered down, hitting her naked buttocks and shins.
The late summer sun was giving its last best efforts to heat the world before fall started. It was over a year since she came to her master's home and Merrie had never been happier. The tortures at the mill had faded into the vague memory that something had happened to her, but she could no longer remember the details. Before the mill… it didn't matter anymore. She had her master and he was everything she would ever need.
She was breast deep in the mire. The heated mud tickled her erect nipples. and it clung down on her wrists, ankles, and thighs. More of the thick mud clung to her hair and ears, plastering them down against her head. She felt the muck tugged her down to the ground, but she fought it as she focused on Tamin.
The male alpha was stalking after one of the younger dogs, ready to pounce. He was also covered head to paws in mud. He lifted one paw out of the ground and inched forward.
Merrie dug her ankles into the mud and surged forward. Mud splattered everywhere as she launched herself off the ground and jumped on Tamin. Her body was tiny and frail against his bulk. As she wrapped her arms around his head, she ran a spell across her thoughts and used the sudden burst of magical strength to flip the alpha over.
Tamin yelped as he flew across the back yard of the mansion, smacking into the fence and hitting the ground with a wet thud.
The rest of the pack stopped as Tamin scrambled to his feet, a growl rising in his throat.
Merrie grinned and wiped the mud from her face. She crouched down until her breasts sank into the warm mud and she wagged her tail. She could feel Tamin's hesitation, the desire to charge and prove himself verses the submission of obeying the true alpha in the pack.
The attack came from the side, not from Tamin but one of the other dogs. The furry body slammed into her and, unbalanced, she flipped her over. She let out a yelp of surprise before she landed on her back in the thick mud. Above her, the branch of the World Tree stretched like dark lighting across the blue.
But then there was a dog on her face.
She flailed around, trying to get a breath around the fur smothering her. She started the spell to give her strength against the massive canine, but it froze in her mind as she felt laughter through the connection with her master.
He wanted to see her helpless, pinning into the thick mud. The spell faltered across her mind. She could never cast a spell that didn't please her master. She couldn't do anything he didn't want.
Which is why Merrie was wrestling with eight large dogs in the backyard where a sudden rain storm—caused by an errant spell by a mage according to rumors—turned the entire yard into a water-logged pit. Less than hour ago, when she let the dogs out into the backyard, they started to play. Her master watched through their shared connection and soon he wanted to see her tiny, naked form in the mud with them.
The rain ruined her master's effort to grow a garden. It had been a year since he finished repairing the house and focused on the yard, but the Shadow magic and the shade from the World Tree killed every delicate flower that he or Rimmy planted. Weeds, on the other hand, grew rapidly in the shadow magic and it was a losing battle for the neat garden that her master used to have.
But now, Merrie was pinned in the muddy remains of his backyard with a dog ass smothering her. She flailed around dramatically, her short legs kicking up. She could hear her master and Rimmy laughing. She struggled harder, bucking up.
A tongue lapped her hip and she kicked up, hitting a massive wall of fur and muscle. She fell back into the mud, smacking against the summer-warmed muck. Warm ooze slapped against her naked pussy and she felt a flicker of pleasure tickling up her spine.
There was a muted snapping noise and then the dog planted on her face was scrambling away.
She gasped for breath and tried to get up, but then there was another dog towering over her. It was Tamin standing over her, as if to claim his bitch. She felt the heat growing inside her as she stared up at Tamin's crotch only centimeters from her face. She could smell his musk and wet fur surrounding her.
“Aww,” Rimmy called out, her voice slightly lisping from too much drinking, “I think your boy is sweet on your bitch.” She was sprawled out in a chair positioned carefully between two pools of light. Her body was dark in the shadows, except where the reflected sunlight turned her warm skin a chocolate brown.
“Yeah,” chuckled her master from between her legs. He had the back of his head on her crotch and her legs were wrapped around his chest. In his hand, he had a large glass of vodka and fruit. Condensation ran down the side and pooled in the space between the webbing of his hand and the glass.
“Think she'd blow him?” asked Rimmy.
Instantly, her master was imagined Merrie straddling Tamin on his back, her mouth sliding up and down the thick dog cock. It was an intense image, hazy with his alcoholic buzz.
She remembered when he asked her if she could let a dog fuck her; it felt like forever since she was first kneeling in front of him. She felt a heat igniting inside her. Licking her lips, she stared up at Tamin's sheath and remembering the few times she had seen him hard. It was huge, like a thick club and a huge knot in the end.
So was Bass' knot, but she barely remembered the thriban through the haze of her master's thoughts. Bass' cock tore her open as he raped her and she remembered screaming. But weeks later, she suffered with his insistent fucking with only a slight discomfort at the large bulge sliding in and out of her pussy.
Her pussy grew wet with the memories. Unlike Bass, Tamin would be gentle and compassionate. She was sure of it, simply because she could control him if she had to. She smiled and squirmed her thoughts.
(Liking that idea? You're getting horny.) Her master's sly question was curious and hopeful. He enjoyed the idea of her being fucked by Tamin, but there was a hesitation, the same pause that stopped him every time before. Tamin was larger than him and he was terrified that Merrie would somehow reject him after being pounded by the massive dog.
Merrie smiled and made a show of struggling into a sitting position. Her head, and more importantly her mouth, rose up until she was only centimeters from his crotch. She was rewarded by lust resonating along their connection. She could almost see the line of power that connected them, the shadowy braid that disappeared in the light.
Tamin stepped over Merrie as he stalked after the others to protect his alpha. His mind was a playful and seriousness. She could feel need to dominate but also the enjoyment of just running and wrestling until he panted for breath. He barked and tackled the nearest dog, setting off a flurry of snarls, mud, and more barking.
Grinning, Merrie shook her body like a dog and then crawled over to her master.
Rimmy made a face. “Your bitch needs a bath.”
“Bah,” her master said as he transferred his glass to the other hand and used his now free hand to rub Merrie's ear. “But, she's sexy.” (Very sexy, actually. Tonight, I'm going to fuck you doggy-style.)
Merrie beamed happily, her tail and ass wiggling back and forth.
Rimmy scoffed and smirked.
Merrie turned back to the wrestling dogs, watching as the canines frolicked and splattered mud in all directions.
Leaning over, her master emptied out his bottle into her bowl. Merrie gave him a bright smile and bowed down to lap at it. It was sharp and intense, the fruit doing nothing but giving the initial taste a fruity flavor but leaving the same burn in her belly. She sent a pulse of thanks along their connection.
His fingers on her ear tightened for a moment, then he stroked her harder. Teasing as his mind grew bright with lust.
“Kine, wanna fuck?”
Merrie peered up at Rimmy. She felt her master's surprise resonating through the connection, but then it was smothered by laziness and the warm comfort of summer.
“Na, too damn hot. You?”
“No, I'm just horny,” said Rimmy.
“Want the bitch to lick you out?”
Merrie perked up. Since the dress “incident” as Rimmy called it, occasionally her master lent her over to his girlfriend with the promise that Merrie would give him all the sordid details, which she did with the clarity only a telepath could give.
Rimmy sighed and shook her head. “Too lazy to get up you off me.”
“I can move.”
“But, you won't.”
“No,” smirked Kine, an idea rising up in her thoughts. Merrie got a flash of his recent fantasy, Tamin crouched over her and cock thrusting. Her body tensed with anticipation, it had just turned into an idle fantasy into a sure thing. It was just a matter of Kine convincing Rimmy to watch.
They said nothing for a long moment. Her master's thoughts were spinning around sexual fantasies of Merrie and Tamin. He wanted to see it and ached for it.
Merrie couldn't help but want him too. She watched Tamin with narrow eyes, her body growing hot and slick as she saw the massive dog as more than just the male alpha of the pack. She remembered how he leaned against her to stop the wind in winter or curled around her when she shivered on the porch.
Tamin's thoughts were growing. He still had a thin telepathic link with Merrie, because of the spell, but he was seeing things that dogs didn't see. He never managed to step back through the Shadows, not after that first day, but he could feel the Shadow magic of the house clearly. All of her master's dogs had the talent to sense shadow magic, either by their proximity to him or because of their breeding, but Tamin's abilities were awakened.
Merrie squirmed and her tail began to wag, thumping against her master's thigh.
(Thinking about fucking him, aren't you?)
She smiled and wagged harder. Her entire ass shifted back and forth. She could feel her slick lips rubbing against each other, adding to the anticipation of being impaled on Tamin's cock. (Of course, you want me to.)
He thought, (Think Rimmy will go for it? You'd be sexy underneath him.)
Merrie fought back a whimper. She could almost feel it.
Tamin looked up, his massive head turning until he was staring at her. His body was tense and vibrating, powerful with muscle, and primal in his stance. He was going to fuck her; he just didn't know it yet.
“Kine?”
“Yeah?” he said casually as his cock surged with his hopeful thoughts.
“She's got it bad for the big guy, right?”
“Yep. She wants to get drilled right now. She's thinking about being on her knees—”
“Okay, that's still creepy. No telepathic masturbation, okay?”
Her master lifted his head to look up at her. “You have something else in mind?” (Please, please, I want to see her get fucked.)
Merrie bit down on her arm, fighting back the moan. Her pussy was hot and she ached for him. She was pummeled by her master's desires. Even if Rimmy walked out right then and there, she was going to fuck Tamin. She writhed on the ground, her tail thumping hard against his thigh as the drying mud flaked off her skin.
“What about the others?”
Merrie froze, her buttocks tightening.
Her master was just as surprise. “W-Who?”
“The other dogs. Think she'd fuck them?”
(Merrie?) came the hesitant but desperate question across their telepathic connection. Even before the words can had faded from her mind, a wave of new fantasies crashed into her. Bodies pressed against her, cocks thrusting.
She gasped for breath, unable to form a thought.
“Yeah,” came his response and Merrie's heart skipped a beat, “I bet she'd fuck them all.” (You will, right?)
(You want it and I'll do it.) Merrie barely got the thought about as she was assaulted by the lust from her own body and his mind.
Rimmy squirmed a little. “I want to see it,” she whispered.
Merrie felt her master's lust pushing her forward. She pushed herself off the ground and stepped out into the mud. Her heart thumped loudly as she headed straight for the panting dogs.
The entire pack was sprawled out in the mud, some of them half-buried on the muck. It clung to every centimeter of them. As one, the dogs lifted their heads and looked at her. They knew something was happening.
Merrie blushed hotly as she crawled in the center of them. She was already ready for it.
“Pound that bitch!” called out Rimmy.
Wrapped in her master's lust, Merrie felt her juices welling up at her entrance and her breath speeding up. She could picture the cocks already and hungered for them to be inside her.
Her master wanted it and she wanted to please her master.
She crafted a quick spell, improvising from different patterns. It changed the smell of her sex from the human liquid desire to the scent of a bitch in heat. With a twist, it activated.
The response was almost immediate. All of the dogs jerked their heads and sniffed the air. Their panting grew deeper and faster. Between their legs, their sheaths began to swell up.
But, with the desire came pack dominance. Tamin stepped forward, a warning growl to the rest of the dogs. He stood in front of Merrie, panting heavily and mud dripping from his body.
The others back away, moving through the thick mud with slurps. The scent of their hunger was thick in the air, musky and powerful.
Merrie lowered her gaze from Tamin's dark eyes like a submissive bitch. She trailed down across his thick chest. When she saw a flash of red, she stopped and focused on his cock.
It slid out of his sheath like an red snake. It was thick, as big as a thriban, and with a blunt end tipped with the smallest of wedges.
Her pussy clenched with anticipation. It was far larger than anything she had in her for a year. It would hurt, but as the heat grew, it would also fill her like nothing else before.
The connection with her master throbbed with his lust, images and fantasies pummeling her thoughts. She felt a thousand images piercing her, driving her to take Tamin's shaft.
Trembling with need, she inched forward and lowered herself. Her breasts dragged through the mud and her nipples tingled from the sensation of tugged on. She wagged her tail slowly, her hips rocking with each movement.
Tamin's cock finished swelling out of his sheath. It was long, thick, and heavy. The tip of it touched the mud below him.
She fought back a moan of need. She turned around, lifted her hips, and spread her legs. The ends of her ankles dug into the thick ground beneath for balance. As she brought her face down to the mud, she could see her master and Rimmy watching with rapt attention.
Buoyed by her master's lust, she held herself still. Her pussy was tight and hot, dripping with need.
Behind her, Tamin inched forward with wet slurping noises. She could feel his hot breath against her thighs and tail.
Trembling, she lifted her tail and curled it over her spine. The mud-logged limb splattered against her back; the warm impact felt like cum.
And then Tamin was at her pussy, his hot breath searing against her aching slit.
(Don't control him,) came the command from her master, (I want to see him fuck you like a bitch.)
She almost came at the command. She would never disobey him. Merrie sent back a pulse of acknowledgment, a wordless nod, and rocked her hips back and forth to invite the large canine to mount her.
(And don't disconnect from me. If you do, I'll punish you. Oh, it's going to be hot.)
His tongue slapped against her sex and she jerked forward, dipping her head in the mud before she caught herself. Her body trembled with the urge to crawl way, thrust back, to do everything but remain still for the male alpha.
Tamin lapped her from clitoris to asshole. He sniffed her sex twice. His nose was cold against her heated opening.
She gasped and pushed back.
He licked her again, the thick tongue forcing her pussy open and the tip slurping the entire length of her sexual being.
Merrie cried out, a soft whining noise of need.
Her master stroked his cock through his shorts, watching her even as he was feeling every iota of pleasure coursing down their connection. She could feel the wordless commands, the fantasy in his head driving her to obey.
Flushed with a blinding desire, she barked out once. It was soft and needy; it also brought a surge of lust to her master.
Tamin pulled back. A heartbeat later, she felt him crawling over her, his massive form dwarfing her own. Her tail was crushed between her back and his body, sliding down the barrel-like chest before she felt the base resting against the softer underbelly. A few splatters of mud and drool dripped on her shoulder and ran down her arms.
She shivered at the power above her. Tamin could tear her in half if he wanted to. Only her powers kept him from attacking in the first few months, but she knew that it could change in a heartbeat.
And then it was there. The swollen length of his cock pressed against her sex, hot and dripping. It felt like a poker against her pussy.
She lurched forward, planting her face in the thick mud and lifting her hips higher. She ground the smooth curve of her buttocks along his underbelly and spread her legs further.
Tamin lurched as he grabbed her shoulders with his legs. His weight ground her down hard against the mud and she gasped for breath.
Her body trembled as she felt him rear back.
There was no foreplay, to tender stroking. It was just a single brutal slam that shoved the cock into her tight pussy. Her entire world exploded into pain and agony as she felt herself stretching around the thickness.
Tamin didn't pause or wait. Digging his arms into her shoulders, he began to pound into her. His thrusts slammed into her, jerking her into his arms. He was so hot, filling her to the brim.
She cried out in pleasure, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Her body shook from the impact of cock and pussy, jerking like a rag doll as he pounded into her.
Merrie imagined her insides were being pulled out as Tamin fucked her. The blunt end of his cock slammed against her cervix in bursts of discomfort, but when he ripped his cock out of her, the liquid scrape of veins and ridges against every nerve sent her gasping in pleasure.
His claws dug into her shoulders, scraping her breasts and arms as he struggled for balance. She felt helpless underneath Tamin, her body jerking back and forth from nothing but the cock dominating her cunt.
(Damn the gods, that knot is huge!) From her master, she saw herself from his vantage point. she was tiny, helpless actually, underneath Tamin's hulking form. His cock was pounding into her pussy, spreading it obscenely apart as the thick tool disappeared and reappeared with starling speed. At his base, there was a knot forming. It was already as large as her master's fist and it was growing.
Merrie could feel it. It was a steel-hard ball crushing her labia with every stroke. It would never fit, but she knew that Tamin was going to pound it into her until she screamed out in agony. She wanted him to stop, to only fuck her to an orgasm, but her master's needs overrode her own emotions. Her master wanted her knotted.
With a twist of her mind, she drove Tamin to fuck her harder.
(Alpha.) The dog obeyed. He gripped her tighter and slammed into her, throwing his entire weight into pounding his knot into her pussy.
Merrie screamed out into the mud. He was driving her into the ground as his knot ripped her open, forcing her labia into a thin ring of white around. The knot crashed against her, pounding with furious beats that shook her to the core.
She was soaked and he was dripping. Their combined juices poured of the junction of their bodies in a fine mist. It added to the lubrication and the knot began to force itself deep inside her.
Merrie whined and writhed, pawing at the ground as she struggled to balance herself. The dog's arms locked over her shoulders kept her in place, helpless to avoid the immense shaft slamming into her in hard, furious strokes.
She could feel Tamin reaching the bursting point. With shuddering breath, she cast the strength spell once again, not on herself but on her vicious lover.
It surged through his body and he howled. With a powerful thrust, he slammed his cock home. His knot tore through her opening, turning her world into white-hot agony before it sucked into her body with a wet slurping noise.
They froze, knotted together. The bulge was huge, stretching her painfully, but Merrie couldn't move it. His entire length was inside her, held by the knot blocking her entrance. His cock head was crammed against her cervix and stretched out her insides like a tightly spun dress.
Tamin's cock surged once and then his cum was inside her. It was the desperate jets of her master but just a high-pressure pouring into her. It filled the space around his cock but it kept coming. Pushing outside, she groaned at the pressure as Tamin filled her, swelling her sex around his cock until her belly pushed down into the mud. It hurt but it was pleasurable, the lust in her master pushing away the discomfort and pain.
She was Tamin's bitch right then, a helpless hole to fuck.
(Damn, that's the hottest thing I've seen.) Her master was hot with lust. He had his cock out in his hand, stroking the wet length with wet slurps. (And I'm going to punish you for driving him…) His cock grew harder. (Well, not that hard. A night in the cage and me fucking you through the bars.)
Merrie wished she could take her master's shaft in her mouth, but Tamin slumped over her, crushing her into the mud as he continued to pump searing hot cum inside her.
It was past the point of pleasure when he finally stopped coming. She was swollen and tight, her belly hard with the canine's knot and the cum packed inside her.
She moaned, shuddering at an orgasm she didn't remember having.
“That's,” Rimmy said with a whisper brimming with her own lust, “one.”
“I don't think she can take any more, Rimmy.”
“She can take them all, she's your slut.”
(Do it, girl. Make me proud.)
Merrie smiled and pushed Tamin with her mind.
He lifted himself off her body and turned around. His knot twisted inside her, bringing a spark of pain and pleasure as it scraped against her tightly stretched pussy. He landed in the mud, his ass to hers. His cock pulled Merrie up, lifting her knees almost completely out of the mud.
She whimpered as her weight was concentrated on her pubic bone. It hurt, but she couldn't pull herself off. She was helpless and it shoved her into the throes of an orgasm.
Mind hazy with ecstasy, she pulled the next dog closer. She had to serve her master and he commanded her to fuck all eight of them.
The next of the canines came over, driven by her mental commands. The heavy dog sat down next to her, his mud-covered body sinking into the muck. His cock flopped against her face before smacking into the mud. It was red and angry with need.
Trembling, Merrie reached out and fished the hardness from the muck. The smooth arms slipped into the mud and she was reminded that she was a helpless bitch as she pulled the cock out. After giving it a few strokes to get the worst of the mud off, she brought it to her mouth.
Her position brought more of her weight on the knot stretching her pussy, but the pain only made the pleasure more intense. She took a deep breath and enjoyed the heady musk of an erect cock.
The dog thrust forward. It smacked her nose, leaving a smear of precum. Without a pause, the dog pulled back and thrust again, hitting her cheeks, then chin, before finally it sank into her mouth.
The musky flavor filled her mouth and overwhelmed her senses. She barely had a chance to taste it when the dog's primal instincts took over. He gripped her side, claws digging into her breasts, and pounded her face. His entire body curled up to thrust hard, slamming his furry crotch into her nose. His cock scraped against her teeth before it punched the back of her throat in a powerful tattoo.
Merrie gagged. She could barely get a breath around the rapid-fire slams that shoved the entire cock deep into her throat. Her entire body pulsed hotly with every stroke, an storm of orgasms rolling through her as she lost herself in her submission.
The dog continued to pound her. The only sign that it was about to cum was the force of its blow. With each thrust, he picked her completely out of the mud so her entire body was being held up by her pussy and her throat. She was overwhelmed with the pleasure.
The second knot began to ram into her face, hitting her with the force of a punch. She desperately pushed back with her mind, lessening the thrusts so it was just a wet smack as it crashed into her lips; she could never allow him to knot her throat but the idea of it sent her into another world of ecstasy and agony.
The dog came inside her, the hot cum pouring down her throat. Her belly gurgled as it was filled and then streamers came pouring out of the sides of her tightly stretched lips. He pull out and backed away.
Merrie smacked face-first into the mud. Her body was burning with excitement, the orgasms blurring together into a white-hot world of pleasure. She squeezed down on Tamin's knot, marveling that something so large and hard was wedged in her most private of place.
When she looked up, there was another dog waiting. His shaft dripped precum on the mud as he sidled up to place. Merrie smiled and opened her mouth, a submissive bitch to her master's pack.
By the time she finished the fifth member of the pack, her entire face and throat was covered in dog cum. It poured off her body and frothed into the mud, giving it white streaks that blended into the darkness. Her lungs hurt from panting and her pussy ached, but there was an inferno burning inside her, nerves seared with so many orgasms that it ached.
She gasped as the dog stepped back, cum pouring out of her mouth. It filled her belly and there was a comfortable ache from her swollen stomach. She could taste mud and cum on her tongue and she wondered if she would ever taste anything ever again.
Tamin shifted, his softening knot straining at her pussy. Every movement sent a pleasurable agony through her. She whined at the sensations, dizzy with the overwhelming pleasure. With trembling arms, she braced herself in the thick mud and tugged on him.
His knot swelled at her entrance and she felt it bulging her labia, spreading it open like a flower. Centimeter by centimeter, it slipped out. The pressure built up as the bulge reached her entrance. She whimpered and cried out, pawing the ground as she was overwhelmed.
(Gods, you are so sexy,) came from her master.
And then it didn't matter if she was in pain or agony. She was giving her master pleasure and it blasted away her suffering. She came as the bulge reached the apex. And then, with a pop, it was gone.
Cum poured out of her in a river. It splashed down in the mood and she felt the hot liquid coating her thighs and shins. Liter after liter poured out of her. Her stomach tightened up and she sobbed with relief. Her body shuddered from the orgasms that ravaged her and the pleasure from her master.
She glanced over at him, peering through the tears and mud. He was resting on Rimmy's thigh, pumping his cock hard as he watched intently. Rimmy was also watching, her fingers stroking her pussy and her lips parted in lust.
Merrie basked in their attention and their pleasure. She smiled through the tears. It was worth it, anything for her master.
(Three more,) projected her master, (I want to see you fucked hard.)
She smiled and reached into his mind. It was still chaotic, but there was a pattern to it. In the months since they bonded, they had been growing closer to each other: her master grew more structured and Merrie grew more comfortable with the rapidly-changing thoughts. Deep in his mind, he had a fantasy that he didn't dare bring up.
Merrie could give it to him. She felt a surge of excitement as she summoned the final three dogs. As they came up, cocks dripping with excitement, she ran through the runes of her strength spell. Picking on the weakest dog, she grabbed his throat with her teeth. The taste of fur and mud flooded her mouth. She used one arm and flipped the dog on its back.
It whimpered, tail curling up between its leg. She could feel its fear and submission vibrating inside him.
Merrie straddled him and brought her sex down to his cock. With a thrust, she brought him inside her. Her inner walls clamped down and he almost came as he sank deep into her hot body.
Using her mind to hold him still, Merrie summoned the next one. The dog reared up and planed his cock right at her mouth. She took a deep breath and brought it inside her, enjoying the pressure of heat and hardness on her lips. Her nose ground into his furry underbelly, a comfortable feeling of fullness. He started to hammer her face, pounding his cock against the back of her throat and slamming his knot against her lips.
The last came up behind her, driven by her mind. He crawled up and aimed his cock at the tiny opening of her sex. The dog reared up and came down, clutching her breasts with his paws; the claws scratched her skin but it was a minor pain to what would come.
Through the connection, her master's attention grew sharp-edge with surprise. His excitement and anticipation burned brightly, searing down and shoving her into an orgasm.
She cried out, trying to keep her sense of being as she was assaulted by the two cocks and her master's passion. She shuddered and gripped the furry bodies, trying to guide the last canine to aim his shaft to the tight opening of her ass.
(Fuck, yes!)
Moaning around the cock impaling her throat, she thrust the command into the final dog to ram into her.
Furry paws slammed down on her shoulders, driving her into the cock below her. Muscles bunched up and she felt the thrust about to drive home.
She tensed up, unable to do anything but wait the painful milliseconds before she was ripped open.
The cock tore through her asshole but it was only a flash of pain as her body remembered how to accept the size. It drove home and she was reminded of being on her knees as Bass behind her. But the memory was wrong. It was her that initiated it and she felt the pain and agony rippled through a body that was ravaged by electric shocks. But, Merrie never wanted Bass inside her, ever.
The disturbing image blew away as two cocks slammed into her. Her ass and mouth were torn open by the shafts. She felt the impact of two knots against her body, crushing her and yanking out with every thrust. Below, the last shaft filled her to the brim and she wanted more.
The dog underneath her squirmed, trying to thrust into her wet sex. Merrie increased his strength and soon she was bouncing on him, writhing between three cocks as they vented their primal passions on her body.
The pleasure and pain blurred into a singularity of sensation. She couldn't breathe, she wasn't sure her heart was beating. All that she was sure was the orgasms that crashed into her and assaulted her. They came from the dog's cocks and her master's lusts. She was helpless against them and that added more pleasure to her overwhelmed senses.
She felt something welling up inside her. It wasn't an orgasm, she was already experiencing constant waves of pleasure, but something deeper. She gulped at the cock pounding her face, unable to see past the furry underbelly. It slammed into her with hard thrusts that choked her with every pound. She gulped at his precum, trying to keep her lungs clear to breath between the thrusts.
The cock in her pussy was slamming deep, sliding against the thin flesh between her ass and pussy before driving deep. His knot was already driving at her entrance. It would be inside her; even without the strength spell, Tamin had opened her up. But, it would be tight with the third canine slamming her behind.
It had been over a year since anything so large was inside her, but he was pounding into her ass as if she was lubricated with butter. It felt good to have something driving into her, using her body as a simple hole to vent his passions. His knot was also slamming her, pounding at the anal ring that would give up in a matter of seconds.
Her master's thoughts were incoherent. He had stopped masturbating as he stared in shock. There was just lust of so many fantasies being fulfilled. His cock spurted in his hand, pouring into his palm without him needing to stroke.
The energy boiling inside her continued to rise up, cutting through the intensity and filling every millimeter of her body. She tensed around the cocks, adding to their friction. It just encouraged her canine lovers to thrust harder, forcing their way into her willing, hungry body.
Merrie came.
It blew away the orgasms she was experiencing constantly as her mind exploded around her. She saw, through her master's eyes, a wave of power radiating from her as it slammed into him, setting him off into another orgasm. Rimmy also came from the pulse of pleasure.
The dogs took the brunt of it, their hearts swelling up as the entire pack came. Hot cum splattered across her body as their bodies tore into themselves. She felt their minds cracking from the force of her orgasm. Their hearts were beating so fast, they were about to rip themselves out of their chest.
The orgasm poured into them and she felt their pain as muscles tore and bodies trembled. Their animal forms couldn't take the force of her orgasm.
Desperately, Merrie channeled her pleasure into the first spell she could think of. It was the same one she used so many months ago on Tamin, in that desperate attempt to save her master.
The force of her orgasm crystallized through the power of the spell, ordering the primal thoughts and burning intelligence into them. Her orgasm redoubled as she felt them experiencing new things and finding names for them, seeing the world through new eyes. And below, the power of the pack awakened. Shadows danced on their minds and the latent talents that all the hounds shared suddenly became something they understood.
Shadows plunged into the backyard, turning day into night in a heartbeat. With a sickening lurch, all of them—her master, Rimmy, Merrie, and the pack—were thrown into the Shadows.
And her orgasm kept spreading out. Reflections of other pleasures came back through the barrier between the worlds, of submissive bitches and slaves that were secreted across Franome City. She felt the dog girls in the Blood Quarters, whores in the Gold District, and even a young man bent over a barrel. Each one was hit with her orgasm as it coursed through the city, turning it into a bright field of stars across her mental vision.
Merrie regained consciousness in the Shadows, gasping for breath as she stared up at the pitch black sky streaked with obsidian. There were no stars in the Shadow, only black points of light so dark they made the rest of the inky blackness bright.
But, for all of the darkness, she could feel the fading stars of orgasms across the city. She had briefly connected with every submissive in the city and she could feel their thousand pleasures still glowing in her bones, pushing back the cold throb of the shadow magic that burned at her body.
Above her, in the dark on dark of the sky, there was something watching her. An absolute darkness of some terrible intelligence. She had seen it before, the Lord of Shadows. She couldn't even sense the alien thoughts of the Lord, but she could feel its attention on her. It was a gravity pulling on her mind, tugging her to some dark place from where she would never return.
Her orgasm spread out and passed through the Lord as if it wasn't there, but she wasn't surprised by that. It wasn't a creature of bright pleasures. It was never human, never submissive, never mortal. She didn't even know if it existed.
From the inky darkness, it reached out with a claw. It rippled through the shadows, dark on dark. It passed through her master and the pack without them even shuddering. The Lord simply didn't want them to acknowledge its presence. He wanted—if anything that alien could want anything—her and nothing else.
Fear filled her. She tried to move away but she was caught on three cocks. Pinned like a butterfly to a board.
The Lord's claw plunged into her heart. The impact was an orgasm like she never felt before. It started with an intense pleasure that turned into pain and then into nothing. Darkness flowed through her body, sinking into every muscle and every sinew. It poured into her veins and sank into her bones. Her body clamped down on the cocks still inside her, crushing them as she cried out again and again. Black motes danced across her vision, blinding her.
And then the Lord was gone, like a shadow in sunlight.
Merrie sobbed, trying to pull her mind together. She felt darkness inside her, a sense that a portion of her soul was no longer anything but wisps of shadows.
Her master was there, his body clear as day. (Merrie! Merrie! Are you okay.) He tried to push the dogs away, but he wasn't strong enough.
Merrie sent a command to them, along with the knowledge she gave Tamin of how to step back across. But, something was different. She could feel the power rippling through her and she saw more of the Shadows than her master ever had. The intricate play of light and darkness. The way the Shadows touched everything. She changed the knowledge she gave the pack into something simple, knowledge that used their innate powers instead of the complicated magic her master used.
The three dogs impaling her were suddenly gone as they stepped back into the world with little pops of darkness. She moaned at the sudden emptiness and hungered to be filled again.
She looked up at her master and held out her arms. (D-Did I please you?)
(Fuck yes!) He swept her up in a hug, holding her tight. His body was slick with sweat and his cum. Rimmy's excitement clung to his body, swirling around Merrie's own smells and scents. The overpowering smell of shadows dominated all of their bodies, it was part of their very souls and when they died, they would return to it.
Merrie smiled, tears running down her cheeks. She clutched to her master. She wanted to explain what just happened to her, the touch of the Lord, but the thoughts slipped away like shadows. She stopped after the second attempt, somehow knowing that it was for her and her alone. Instead, she projected the one true feeling that filled her world. (I love you, master.)
Her master held her tight, crushing her as he buried his face into her shoulder. (I love you too, Merrie. I would die for you. I would kill for you. I will always be there for you.)
Another sob tore out of her.
There was a ripple as the three hounds came back through the shadow, stepping across with their own power.
And then, next to the intimate connection with her master, she realized that there was something else in her heart. There were new bonds, new connections. Eight braids of shadows that reached out from her soul to the eight canines that stood in darkness around them.
(Alpha,) projected Tamin as the memories of his life came rushing through her, (we serve you.)
And with his voice, seven other growls came up, speaking words their minds were just beginning to understand. (We serve.)
Their memories slammed into her, crushing her with the intensity of their short lives. She knew ever beat of their heart from the day they were born to the day they sat next to her. She experienced their lives as puppies, the agony of her master's well-meaning but useless training, and the joy that came when she took over the pack. They craved her more than life itself.
Eight minds burned like shadows in her thoughts. They wanted to please her and obey her, just as she did the same for her master.
For a moment, Merrie was terrified that she had bonded with them also. Her master never experienced her memories, but she felt no submission to the pack. She only felt control and dominance.
(Merrie? What just happened? What's happening?) Her master's voice was loud with the emotions and the thoughts of her pack.
Merrie gasped and began to shake. She could feel both dog and master at the same time, but they still could not hear each other. She couldn't shift from one to the other anymore, they were all bound into her heart and thoughts. She felt like she was on the edge of a knife, already being tugged from both sides. To be submissive. To be dominating. To obey. To command. To be a bitch. To be an alpha.
A thought rose up in her grandfather's voice. "There will be consequences."