Merrie shivered as she leaned against her walking stick, using the gnarled wood to keep her balance. Her weight bore down on her ankles, grinding the smooth ends into the brick walk below her. As she tried to adjust her position to lessen the sharp pains ran up her thighs and buttocks. She wanted to drop to her knees and crawl, but she didn't have the energy for a shade spell and she wasn't sure how it would be taken when she crossed the street for the Whore's Guild.
The guild was not what she expected. She thought it would be a rickety building with a steady stream of whores and prostitutes streaming in and out. But, the building was a three-story with tasteful relief statues of men and women dancing. She didn't see a single image of a naked body or fucking anywhere on the front.
There were four double doors leading inside. All four of them were open and the sounds of merriment drifted out. There were people milling outside, many of them half-dressed but they were laughing and talking with each other as friends.
Above the doors and worn on each of the people was the seal of the Whore's Guild. It was simple, a silhouette of a woman dancing, but the implementation varied greatly. Some wore it as a disk attached to their clothes while one woman had it tattooed to her back.
Merrie watched the building warily. She could feel emotions rolling off the building. It glowed with the swirl of emotions that had sunk into the very foundation, but the strongest sensation was raw sexuality. A million orgasms had left their mark on the building and she ached to be surrounded by it.
But, she only saw prostitutes. No one was negotiating deals and none being tugged to private room. Even though there was a dizzying array of outfits and exotic appearances, it felt like no one was actually fucking.
A cold wind blew down the street, kicking up a few flakes of snow and rippling along the leaves that littered the gutters. It seeped in through the gaps of her cloak and tugged at the thin shift underneath. Merrie shivered at the sensation, but couldn't tear her eyes away from the guild.
Her cloak, on the other hand, slid along her body and wrapped around the gaps, sealing off the wind and protecting her from the breeze. Ever since the night with Eolis, almost two days ago, the cloak had gained a strange animation that she had never seen, not even in her master's memories. It moved for her as if it was part of her, like her tail and ears. It wasn't strong enough to pick up anything, but it draped and tickled her body as it shifted along her body.
It wasn't intelligent, that much she was sure, but she couldn't identify the spells woven into the cloth. They were complicated and powerful, formed for the calligraphic powers of the Shadows instead of the crystalline runes of psychic powers.
Merrie pulled her thoughts way from the cloak and back to the building before her. She was terrified of the guild. Beyond the doors, she would meet strangers who may not understand her silence, her amputations, or even the pain that gnawed at her heart. She was afraid of being rejected.
But, more importantly, she was afraid that she would love it. She was terrified of letting herself go and enjoying the pleasure. She craved orgasms more than food or drink. She wanted to cum, wanted to feel that rush of dark pleasure and the thump of her heartbeat.
Two days had passed as she struggled with her desire and despair. It was impossible to keep her mind clear. The memories of the orgasm had ignited the flames inside her. She had hoped they would die down to simple embers like before, but Eolis had stoked her too far and she was already craving another.
When she tried harder to forget the pleasure, the pain in her heart shoved her down into the darkness that lurked in her heart. The suicidal thoughts came with the darkness and she felt it choking her.
The only way to break out of the darkness was pleasure. For the first time in months, she brought herself to a shallow orgasm in the corner of her box. She came and hated every minute of it. In the afterglow, she sobbed at her own weakness and tried to find the blessed blandness that she managed to get at a beggar.
But, two days later, she was still being thrown from despair to desire, bouncing back and forth with terrifying speed. Only twenty minutes ago, she was considering suicide once again, despite knowing that her grandfather would never allow it. But, the clarity she could picture slicing her throat was too much. She had to do something.
And now she stood outside the guild, torn by guilt and fear. She shivered and clutched the walking stick tighter. She stared at the guild, doubting herself.
Closing her eyes, she forced herself to take a step. The weight on her ankle tore through her senses, adding to her pain, but she shifted the walking stick and took another step. She had to move forward, not only to obey Eolis but it was the only way to keep the despair from destroying her from the inside.
Tears ran down her face as she made her way across the cobblestones. The icy surface was slick. Wagons and carriages rushed past her, moving as if she was shaded and hidden from sight.
On the far side, she made her way to the nearest door. With one shaking arm, she reached for the door. She kept her arm underneath her cloak but she couldn't lever it into the handle to get purchase.
A slender hand reached out and grabbed the door. “Here you go, honey.” It was a man with a soft, feminine voice. She turned to look at him as he opened the door, then gaping in surprise. He wore nothing but a thong and boots. The rest of his body was hairless including the top of his head. His guild symbol was attached to his thong, but otherwise he was flawless. She glanced down and noticed that he was very well hung, with his cock filling his thong like a large snake.
Merrie blushed and ducked into her cloak, keeping her face hidden as she nodded in thanks.
He didn't seem perturbed by her behavior as he turned to talk to a woman wearing a black cat suit crossed with leather straps. Merrie held herself still as she listened to them continue their conversation of binding techniques. The woman was talking about a type of knot and how it would feel against the man's body. As she went into graphic detail, she trailed her finger along his hairless chest to make the point.
Merrie grew hotter as she listened. She could picture herself in the positions the woman was describing, helpless to resist anything. She felt more afraid as the craving filled her. A soft little whine escaped her lips and both of them looked at her curiously.
Blushing hotly, she fled into the guild, limping as fast as she could. Her breath came hard as she stumbled into the guild. She had never been in any guild house, but she expected to see long lines of tables and people drinking away their sorrows. Maybe a dark cloud like the one that burned inside her heart. Instead, it was a richly appointed great hall with comfortable-looking couches, ottomans, and plants everywhere. The back wall was dominated by a large bar with thousands of bottles, buffets with delicious-looking food, and even tables with almost every drug she could imagine.
But, the smell is what caught her. It was an intoxicating mixture of sex, pussy, and cock. Flowery and wooden incenses added to the swirl of scents. She froze and breathed in, shivering as she was overwhelmed by the intensity. Her body tingled from the smells and memories it brought.
The sound of a hand cracking against an ass drew her attention away from the smells. She looked around until she found the source. Three people were having a spanking contest using a woman bent over an ottoman. The woman was trying to drink from a glass as they cracked their palms against her bare ass, but each smack and her own giggling made it difficult for her to bring the rim to her lips. Her eyes were dark as she looked over her glass at the far end of the room.
The spanked woman wore a black and blue corset and matching stocking. The corset was an open cup, leaving her breasts bare to the air. The stocks rose up to her perfect thighs and contrasted with the red prints growing on her ass.
Merrie stared at her with longing. She wanted to be on the ottoman, laughing with people. She had only been there for a few moments, but she was inundated by the desire to be part of it. Her stomach clenched with despair but she forced herself to remain inside. She had to do this, not only for Eolis but for herself. She had to pull herself from the darkness that was beginning to stain her thoughts.
Someone started into the guild from behind her and Merrie limped forward. The rope of her walking stick dug into her arm as she leaned into it, raising her head to stare up at the ceiling. It was a beautiful painting of an orgy. The detail was incredible, from the individual veins on hard cocks, folds on pussies, and even the small hair on the countless naked limbs. She couldn't even begin to count the number of humans, thribans, and silfae spread out across the massive ceiling.
“Excuse me,” said a gruff-sounding man.
Merrie slumped as she turned around, grabbing the stick to pull herself up.
The man was the same height as herself, but where she had lost her feet, he was standing straight up. He was powerfully build, with visible muscles underneath the thick mat of reddish-black hair. He wore a pair of scorched jeans and the smell of burning fabric surrounded him. Around his body, ripples of power rose up and she felt a fire spell surrounding him. “You looking for a whore? You can't get one here, old lady. Go back to the streets and look for us out there. This is our place, not yours.”
Merrie shook her head sharply. She clutched her stick and looked around to see if anyone else was looking. Outside the door, the woman who talked about knots watched her curiously. Next to her, the hairless man glared at the man standing in front of Merrie.
She turned back to the man confronting her and shook her head again.
“Well, get out of here. We aren't interested in gawkers either.”
Merrie cringed and nodded. She clutched her walking stick with her arm. Hanging her head low, she turned and limped out of the guild.
The man in the thong stood in front of her. He whispered as he rested a hand on her arm, “Hey, where are you going?”
Merrie looked up, surprised. He was staring at her with intense blue eyes, searching her face. She peeked back at the guild to where the other man was blocking the entrance before turning back.
The man behind her spoke up. “She's leaving, Barrel.”
Merrie made a double-take at the young man. He didn't look like a Barrel. If anything, he was slender and delicate, a hairless man who spoke of being tied down.
He grinned. “I like to be tied to barrels. Well, bent over them.”
Merrie opened her mouth in surprise and her heart thumped with desire.
Barrel leaned into her, his face almost breaking into the shadow of her cloak. “It's you, right?”
Merrie whimpered.
“You have ears?” he whispered, “And a tail?”
Surprised at his question, she gave a tiny nod. She felt scared at the accuracy and she double-checked that her cloak was covering her. Not even a single flash of bare skin could be seen through the shifting black cloth.
Barrel lifted his attention to the other man. “Come on, Scorch, let her in.”
“She ain't guild, boy.”
Barrel guided Merrie around. “Maybe, but she's coming inside.”
“Over my dead—”
“Excuse me,” interrupted the woman wearing the cat suit. She stepped in front of Barrel. “If my brother says she's coming in, then she's coming in.”
Scorch took a deep sigh. “Pristine, I don't care if you and Barrel get on your knees and suck my dick. She doesn't belong here.”
Pristine opened her mouth to say something, but a new voice interrupted them.
“And why are we having drama at the entrance?” It was the woman who was on the ottoman. She had a fresh glass in her hand as she strolled up. She was rubbing her spanked ass but there was a smile on her dark lips.
Merrie took in the sight of her and jealousy rose up inside her. The woman was beautiful with large breasts that begged to be stroked. Each mound was tipped with hard nipples surrounded by crinkled flesh. Merrie felt a hunger for her, a desire to bury herself into the woman's cleavage and suck on the nipples until one of them came. Gulping, Merrie trailed her gaze down, following the smooth line of her belly down to her wide hips.
When Merrie realized the woman had a cock, she stopped in surprise. It was huge against the woman's slender form. It looked to be about twenty centimeters long but it was still soft. Behind it, two balls hung tight against her legs, each one the size of apples.
Seeing it, Merrie wanted nothing else but to suck on it to make it hard, to feel it stuffing into her throat or buried into her ass. She whimpered softly as her eyes moved from breasts to cock to throat and back again. Everything about the woman drew her attention. She had to fight the desire to drop to her knees and beg.
Realizing she was staring, she jerked her head up to the woman as her pussy clenched with need. Hot dribbles ran down her thighs and she pressed one wrist against her belly to quell the fluttering she felt.
Scorch gestured sharply to Merrie. “Barrel and Pristine want her in.”
“So?” asked the woman with a cock.
“Guild Mistress Kirin,” said Barrel, “please? She's the Bitch.”
Merrie jerked at the name. She tore her eyes away from Kirin and turned to the slender man, her mouth dropping with surprise. She stared at him in shock, unable to comprehend how he knew that she was a bitch. The world spun around her and she clutched her walking stick to remain balanced.
Pristine turned to her brother. “Barrel? What are you talking about?”
“No,” Barrel gestured to Merrie with his chin, “I know it's her. I've seen her before.”
Scorch snorted. “Why is she covering herself? Is she ugly or something? She smells like she rolled in garbage.” He sniffed. “Or slept in it.”
“No,” Barrel said, “she's beautiful. She has blonde hair and ears and a tail… and… and,” his voice cracked, “she's beautiful.”
Everyone was staring at him. He shook his head and sniffed loudly. With a trembling hand, he reached out for Merrie. She flinched but he wrapped his hand around the end of her wrist without hesitation.
She glanced down at his hand, then back up at him with surprise. She didn't know what to do.
“Oh,” Scorch groaned, “fuck this bullshit. Just kick out the hag—”
Barrel turned on him. “She isn't a—”
“Silence!” yelled Kirin. When everyone grew quiet, she turned to Barrel. “What are you talking about? Do you know her?”
Barrel nodded, but then shook his head. “Yes, no. I know who she is, but I didn't think she was real…” he toed the ground, “until tonight.” He looked up. “Please, Kirin, ask Elf. He saw her too.”
Kirin inspected Barrel for a moment, her almost black eyes searching his face. She sighed before looking over her shoulder. “Elf, get your ass here!”
“Coming, mistress!” came a high-pitched squeal. A moment later, a man with a large gut came rushing out of the crowds. He wore nothing but a pair of strap-on fairy wings. He was covered in short hairs and he was balding. He had laugh lines across his face and he was grinning from ear to ear as he bounded across the room. He stopped next to Kirin and looked up at her, like a puppy himself.
Kirin turned to Barrel. “Well? Ask him.”
Barrel turned to Merrie. He reached up for Merrie's cloak.
She flinched back, frightened to be exposed.
“No, no,” whispered Barrel, “I promise I won't hurt you. Just a little. Let Elf see, okay? He'll convince Kirin.”
Merrie held herself still as Barrel reached in and hooked his fingers on her cloak. She held her breath as he pushed it over her ears and let it roll off her back.
The light was painfully bright and she flinched at the brightness. Her eyes blurred and she blinked twice to clear them. Hesitantly, she scanned the room to see half a hundred people staring at her in curiosity. She continued to look around until she caught Elf's gaze.
Elf was staring at her in shock, his eyes bright with unshed tears. He had brilliant green eyes, the color of summer-kissed grass. But, they were shimmering with tears as he stared at her. She could feel his emotions burning inside him, a mixture of awe and lust. There was recognition radiating from him. He knew her, more than anyone but her master, but Merrie had never met him or Barrel before.
Merrie didn't want to pull away from the raw, unfiltered emotion.
Kirin's voice drifted through her attention. “Elf?”
“It's…” whispered Elf, “it's the dog girl.”
“Obviously,” muttered Scorch. He was scowling at Merrie's ears.
“No,” Elf shook her head, “She made me cum. I wasn't suppose to and I couldn't help it. She was coming and coming and I-I,” he took in a long breath, “I love her.”
Scorch said, “Really, did you two practice this?”
“Scorch,” said Kirin as she smacked him on the head, “shut the fuck up and go away. You…” No one said anything for a moment, but Merrie couldn't take her eyes away from Elf's brilliant gaze.
Kirin sighed and stepped in front of Elf, breaking their attention. She looked Merrie with a half-smile on her lips. “You, stay.”
Merrie's pussy clenched at the command, her body tensing with anticipation.
Kirin turned to Elf and the smile dropped. “Elfie, who is she?”
“She's the dog girl. The Bitch. I saw her… I saw her in my head and she made me cum.” He pouted. “And then I got punished. Thirty-one paddles for being a bad boy. I was bad, but she made me.”
Merrie let out a soft whine. She looked back and forth between Elf and Barrel. She finally realized what had happened. When she came strong enough to feel others in the city, they were part of it. They were submissives, just like herself.
They were looking at her and they remembered her, just like the bitches at the mill. She had been in their minds and they could never forget her. Looking at them, she felt naked despite being wrapped in her master's cloak. She clutched at her stick and held her breath as she waited for Kirin's response.
Kirin took a delicate drink from her wine. Her eyes were bright blue, almost glowing. She smiled and looked over Merrie from top to bottom. “So, Bitch, why are you here?”
Merrie glanced down at Kirin's cock and realize it had grown as the woman looked at her. It was even thicker and longer, hanging almost half a meter and past her knees. Merrie's pussy clenched with the idea of being impaled on it.
Barrel, his hand still on her arm, gave her a comforting squeeze.
Keeping her arm wrapped in the cloak, she gestured to the guild seal between Kirin's breast. Then she pointed to the same symbol on Barrel's thong.
Pristine inhaled sharply. “What's wrong with her hand? It looks—”
“She's been cropped,” said Kirin in a soft voice. “You're from Blood County, aren't you?”
Merrie flinched but gave a soft bark.
“C-Cropped?” asked Pristine. “You mean, she doesn't have any hands?”
Kirin was watching Merrie. “Or feet, I'm guessing from that walking stick. Though I've never seen a cropped bitch on her feet like that before.”
“Oh, Talus,” Pristine called on the god of sex, “who would do that?”
Barrel stroked Merrie's arm. “It's okay,” he whispered, “no one will hurt you here.”
Elf looked at her with bright eyes. “Mistress? Do you still need me? I need to go back.”
“Thank you, Elfie.”
Elf kissed Kirin on the hand and bounded back toward a card game played on two naked people tied to a table. One of the players had his cards wedged in the ass crack of one of the bound people. Elf dropped to his knees next to another player and picked up the glass. With a high-pitched giggle, he rolled over and placed it on his large belly.
Kirin said, “Pristine. Get Monk and send him up to my room. Barrel, I'll talk to you later.”
Barrel whimpered but bowed. He leaned into Merrie and kissed her on the cheek before heading after his sister.
Merrie touched the place he kissed, surprised and stunned.
“Come on, Bitch, follow me.” Kirin stepped back to gesture down one of the aisles toward a large double staircase in the back wall. It spread up into the second floor and continued up to the third.
Merrie nodded nervously. After years of never leaving her master's home and only being around two other people, the attention was uncomfortable. Even as a beggar, she was invisible to everyone. But, in the guild, where everyone was vying for attention, she stood out by being unremarkable. She glanced down to where the shadow cloak had wrapped around her body, clinging to her curves and giving a hint to her near nakedness underneath. No, she was just as remarkable as the rest of them.
Kirin strode forward, heading for the stairs.
Merrie leaned into her stick and followed, the end tapping on the ground as she limped forward.
At the stairs, Kirin looked over her shoulder. “Crawl if you want.”
Around Merrie, people grew quiet and the attention grew more focused. It sent off the hairs on the back of her neck, reminding her that everyone was staring at her and no one else. She was the center of attention. A couple at the bar were watching through glasses of green liquid. The entire card game had stopped and they were watching her. Elf's eyes were the most intense, passionate and in love but scared at the same time. There was no anger around her, but she felt naked and exposed.
With the flush of humiliation growing, she lowered herself to her knees. Her cloak flowed around her, moving like the shadows. Transferring the stick to her mouth, she slipped her arm out from the rope holding her in place. Her cloak moved as if it was alive, wrapping around her bare skin and adhering to her like a silk negligee.
On her knees, she felt more comfortable. It was her position in the world, below others. The fear was pushed back by a heat pulsing inside her. On the ground, she was a bitch and everything was right. She could feel the lust rising up from the guild members around her. It beat against her shields and warmed her with the heat of people imagining fucking her, touching her, stroking her. She wanted to roll over and beg them to take her, to use her the way she craved ever since Eolis awoken her own lusts.
Kirin turned and headed up the stairs. Her hips swayed with her movement as did the half-hard cock between her legs. From behind, Merrie noticed that the woman also had a pussy hidden between her balls. The shaved lips were slick and glistening. Merrie tried to reach out with her mind, to get an idea of what Kirin had in mind, but she was rebuked by a powerful mental shield that gracefully pushed her aside.
“Come on, Bitch.”
Merrie followed like an obedient dog. The stairs were thickly padded but silky underneath her knees. She braced herself on each step as she followed after the woman, the walking stick bobbing in her mouth. Around her, the black cloak flowed along the steps and she was moving in a pool of darkness. She could almost imagine what it looked like and it brought a smile to her lips.
They reached the second floor but Kirin continued ahead. The mistress didn't look back as she continued to sway up the stairs. Her body moved with a grace that stole Merrie's heart away. Kirin drew Merrie's attention and it took all of Merrie's willpower to not rush up and lap at the glistening sex she saw.
At the third floor, Kirin lead her down a short hallway to a room that had to be their destination. It didn't have a door, just an arch. On the side of the arch was a hook with numbers hanging from it. On one side, a four meter tall cock made out of obsidian reached clear to the ceiling. On the other side, a white marble pussy matched its height and girth. Merrie could feel power filling the statues, complicated spells of protection and defense. She shivered as she crossed the threshold of Kirin's room.
One wall was covered in mirrors with handles for closet doors. She knew there would be thousands of outfits behind the mirrors. In the center was a bed large enough for twenty. There was also some tables, some covered in papers and others with sex toys. On the far side, Merrie spotted a tub larger than the box she slept in.
Right inside the arch, there were five large golden rings embedded in the floor. Each one was large enough for someone to stand in or, Merrie felt a flush of excitement, for a bitch to kneel in.
The guild mistress pointed to one of the rings. “Kneel there.” No please, no request. Just a casual order and the expectation that she would be obeyed.
Merrie's pussy clenched with anticipation. She crawled along the ground and settled into the ring. The stone was cool against her skin, but quickly warmed as she pulled herself into a begging position. Her wrists ran along her breasts until she rested the tips against her throat.
The shadow cloak swirled around her, then pooled out to fill the ring, leaving only a millimeter ring of exposed marble between the animated darkness and the golden ring.
Kirin didn't look back until she reached her table, but when she looked back, she made a double-take. Turning to face her, she stared down at the perfect circle of darkness filling the ring. Then, she gave a little laugh. “Wasn't expecting that. So, you want to join the guild? As a whore, right?”
Merrie barked.
“You can't…” Something dawned across her face. “You can't talk, can you?”
Her good ear folding against her head, Merrie shook her head. Her breath was coming faster as she stared at the guild mistress. It was hard to see Kirin as only female, not with a half-hard cock that would put a horse to shame. She wanted to bury her face in it, just to smell and taste it.
“Lose the stick and cloak, let me see what you have.”
Merrie balked. She didn't care about the walking stick and let it drop from her mouth. It hit the ground with a clatter. But, the cloak responded to her own thoughts, boiling up around her like little flames of shadows. Merrie caught sight of it and was reminded of how her master died, his body burning away. It brought a surge of despair rising in her throat.
The shadows in the room grew dark and hard-edged, the first sign of the Shadows coming through. Panicked, Merrie shook her head and pawed at the cloak, trying to rip it off before it reminded her any more of that terrible night.
The fabric clung to her arms as she tried to find the clasp or anything. It took her a moment to realize that she didn't wear one. It used to be held by a string, but that had snapped when the cloak began to animate. Frantic, she focused her concentration on the cloak and pushed away.
The cloak surged away from her, dwindling into a single tendril. It peeled off her body, tickling her skin and scraping against her senses. Moving like a snake, it launched itself into the shadows underneath one of the tables and disappeared from sight.
Kirin casually set her feet back on the ground from where she had crawled up on the table. “I-Is that normal?”
Merrie blushed and shrugged.
With startling speed, Kirin regained her composure. She took a long sip from her glass, the liquid steady in her grip. “Your shift. Take that off.”
Calmer, Merrie shrugged out of the shift and tossed it aside. When she got back into begging position, she was completely naked. It scared her but also thrilled her. She inhaled and straightened her back as a prickling of heat rose up along her veins, filling her with the sweet drug of anticipation.
Kirin stepped away from her table. Merrie followed her with her gaze as the woman circled around her three times, inspecting her. Then, she reached forward toward Merrie's right breast.
Moving reflexively, Merrie thrust them forward and set her tit into the hot hand of the guild mistress. At the approving noise, she felt a rush of excitement and her pussy clenched down. Her fears were coming true, she was remembering the heady days of submission at the mill.
Kirin stroked along the breast, ignoring the smears of dirt on the smooth mound. She caught Merrie's nipple between two fingers and pinched it.
Merrie whimpered with need, her body trembling. She wanted more than just a tease, but even the little flash of pain did nothing but add to the heat of her pussy. She rocked her hips and bit her lip to avoid upsetting the mistress.
“You were pretty—”
Merrie lowered her head.
“—but Scorch was right. You need a bath. And a shave.”
Merrie looked up, afraid to see Kirin frowning, but the woman was shaking her head with a wry smile.
“Get in the tub, Bitch. I want to see you clean and,” she sniffed, “a bit less stinky. Okay, a lot less smelly.”
Blushing, Merrie broke her position and crawled across the ground. Her naked body felt good in the warmth of the room and she enjoyed the sway of her breasts and the wagging of her tail as she headed for the tub. Using a stool, she braced herself and slipped inside as Kirin tapped the hot water rune and started to draw the bath.
Merrie looked around the tub. It was huge but the tiles gave enough traction that she wasn't afraid of slipping. On one side, she saw a cabinet filled with bath oils and perfumes. The smells were varied, like walking into a flower shop, and she inched closer to look inside.
One bottle caught her attention. The label was intricate, drawn with finer lines than Merrie had ever seen. She leaned toward it as the water lapped around her skin. It was called Blue-Gold Glory by the Stars, crafted by Lady Anasome. Merrie jerked, she remembered the name. It was the woman who made Crystalline Rose, the scent she loved at the mill. With a smile, she looked through the rest of perfumes to see if Kirin had somehow had the Rose scent.
“No, not that.” Kirin reached past her to pick up the perfume. “This is probably more than you'll make in a year. This is my scent. Paid a lot of money for it.”
Merrie looked up curiously at Kirin.
The woman smiled at the bottle before setting it out of Merrie's reach. “Okay,” she said as she returned her attention, “do you need help cleaning?”
Seeing a wash rag and a sponge, Merrie shook her head. Scooting down into the thankfully hot water, her first bath in months, Merrie grabbed the sponge and use it to sluice off her body. Streams of mud and muck swirled away from her, clinging to the tiny bubbles drifting on the water's surface. She struggled to hold the sponge with the ends of her wrists, but it felt good to finally be clean.
Kirin poured a healthy measure of soap into the water and soon bubbles were drifting across the surface of the steaming water. She left Merrie alone, but her gaze never left the naked bitch in the tub.
Merrie concentrated on cleaning herself. She worked systematically, but enjoyed every moment. Her hair took her the longest and she had to lift her arms to work out the knots. Her breasts glistened in the light and she felt sexy with the guild mistress watching her intently.
“You aren't what I expected.”
Surprised, Merrie looked over at her. Kirin was sitting on the end of the table, watching her with a strange look. Cocking her head with a quizzical expression, Merrie squeezed the sponge until water sluiced down her glistening her breasts. The soap splashed down into the water and rippled away from her.
“You know, most people who get an alpha to bond with them—”
Merrie froze, shock pouring down her spine like ice. Beneath the table, her cloak began to seep across the floor toward her.
"—tell everyone in the world. Everyone knows them by their masters: Bass' Sable, Tabitha's Dixie, Mon's Dancer, Palis' Queen, and Saragi's Lanisai—also known as Kessler's Bitch. Alphas are famous in the sex world, even to the crude folk of the streets like myself."
“I,” she pointed to herself using two fingers against her cleavage, “get to only hear about people like you through rumors and stories. Every one of you is famous,” Kirin pointed to Merrie, “except for you.”
Shivers coursed along Merrie's skin. She held her breath as she stared at Kirin. The woman's voice didn't change, but there was a sense of curiosity and wariness.
“Your master disappeared, didn't he? No one knew what happened to him, or you for that matter. You were suppose to be famous like the others but you just disappeared like… a ghost, I guess. I didn't even know you were in Franome City.”
Merrie clutched the sponge tighter as she found it hard to breathe. Her chest hurt and every breath was a struggle. As the steam rose around her, she was afraid.
“You're becoming a legend already, though. But, not as someone's bitch. No one knows who your master is and I don't think anyone knows your real name either, not outside of Blood County at least. Instead, I hear the whispers and gossip call you the Lost Alpha, the one who should have never disappeared.”
Merrie's throat was dry. She tried to swallow, but it wouldn't move. A trembling coursed along her body and she shook violently at it, staring at Kirin as if the woman had grown three heads. She thought that Eolis had made up the name. It never occurred to her that there were others were looking for her, or that they were talking about her. She could barely remain kneeling in the tub as everything spun around her violently.
Kirin swirled her glass and stared at it for a long moment before she continued. “Which makes your presence here even more of a mystery. Alphas don't have much to do with the guild. When Queen showed up, it wasn't to earn a living or money. It was because her master wanted her banged for three days solid and covered in cum. Naturally, the guild provided but we did since she was a customer, not a member. When I saw Mon's Dancer in the village of Rat's Gut, Mon was right in the middle of the crowds, fingering herself with the others.” Kirin's eyes glittered as she stared at Merrie through her glass. “But you didn't bring your master with you. Did you?”
Merrie stared at Kirin for a long moment. She could feel the sorrow rising up, ripping from the wound in her heart. It forced a sob up through her throat and she turned away as it erupted. Tears splashed down and she burned with shame that she couldn't control herself.
As she stared down at the bubbled surface of the tub, guilt slashed through her. She shouldn't be at the guild. She was trying to avoid pleasure because she didn't deserve it. She considered escaping, fleeing before she made one last mistake.
The rustle of fabric caught her attention. She looked up as tears ran down her cheek, hot and painful. At the edge of the tub, Kirin was unbuckling her corset as she stripped. Her eyes were focused on Merrie and Merrie could see compassion and concern in her dark eyes.
But, it wasn't Kirin stripping that drew her attention. It was the black shadow of Merrie's cloak, spread out in the air behind Kirin that caught her attention. It looked like a snake poised to strike the woman from behind. She could feel the cloak's animating force coming from, her own despair and guilt.
Merrie stared at it with dread and the cloak responded to the dark feeling, growing blacker and larger. Two pitch black eyes formed in the cloak's surface. The head of the cloak, the bit that would strike, narrowed into a long, thin point as it reared back.
Kirin, apparently unaware of the danger behind her, slipped into the tub. Her cock splashed the water as she sank down into it. With a smile, she held out her hands. “Come here.”
For the briefest of moments, Merrie was torn between the promise of pleasure and the threat of darkness. But then Kirin reached out and cupped her breast, one soft finger brushed against Merrie's hard nipple. The little pleasure flashed through Merrie, a dark spark in the growing despair. It rocketed through her body, pushing back her loneliness.
A heartbeat later, the cloak lost its tension. It silently fell to the ground and out of sight, retreating back to the shadows even as her own pain receded. It scared her that the cloak was responding to her own emotions, but a small part of her was thankful for a physical representation of her despair. If she could see it, she could avoid it.
Merrie tore her attention away from the the cloak and back to the guild mistress. The woman had her by the nipple, the soft finger tugging lightly on Merrie's breast. With a gasp, Merrie shivered as she nestled closer, sliding her soap-slicked body up between Kirin's thighs. When she reached the cock snaking down the woman's leg, she stroked it with the end of her arm.
“No, not that.”
With a shake of her head, Merrie stroked her arm up along the length. Kirin's cock was thick, as thick as Merrie's arm, but it was still half-hard. In the water, it felt a silk snake, thick and swollen.
A thrill of pleasure filled Merrie. Her pussy grew hot with need and she nestled closer so she could balanced on her knees and use both hands to explore Kirin's length. The tip of the cock wasn't wedged like almost every shaft Merrie had experienced, but blunt-ended. She was reminded of the dog cock she was impaled on. It was obvious that Kirin wasn't entirely human.
Kirin let out a soft moan and reached down. She grabbed Merrie's wrists and pulled them up.
Merrie, helpless in the hard grip, was dragged up until Kirin deposited her against her breasts. The soft mounds pressed against Merrie's face and she tilted her head to catch one hard nipple in her lips. It was hard and hot. She sucked harder, enjoying the quickening of Kirin's breath as she explored the wrinkled flesh around the pebbled hardness in her mouth.
“There you go, just suck that. You might be a puppy slut, but even you aren't ready for my cock.” Kirin's voice was soothing, with a hint of amusement and mothering. It was somehow sexual but unapproachable at the same time.
A soft whimper in her throat, Merrie hugged Kirin and sucked harder. The nipple was only the first pleasure. As her body lined up with Kirin's, she could feel the cock against her leg, a smooth leg pulling her close, and the two hands still pinning her wrists.
It was comforting.
It was peaceful.
But, it wasn't what Merrie needed.
With a soft moan, Merrie lifted her head from the nipple and let it slip from her mouth. She looked up into Kirin's blue eyes flecked with gold and shook her head.
“Are you sure?” The need to suck on Kirin's nipple increased. It was soft and seductive, a hunger like reaching for her pussy in the middle of the night. It pushed her to obey, to submit to the need.
Merrie wanted to submit, but she couldn't. She could feel the desire filling her, swirling around her senses. Her mouth opened with need and she lowered her head.
She stopped when she realized that Kirin had Presence. The woman's power was intense but subtle, like the faintest touch of a perfumed hand on her thoughts. It was intoxicating, the need to obey, and Kirin used it with a skill that would put Bass' abilities to shame.
Without even twitching, Merrie wrapped her shields around her. The familiar leather outfit clamped down, squeezing her into the shape of a dog. She shivered at the imaginary dildos ramming into her ass and pussy, along with the gag in her throat. The comfort of being protected pushed back Kirin's magic.
It felt like she had lost something as the influence peeled away. The comfort no longer wrapped around her like a blanket. Instead, she was once again bare and vulnerable in the tub. She looked up at Kirin with trepidation, unsure of how the woman would respond to being rebuked.
Kirin smiled and leaned back. “You are not what I expected, Bitch.”
Merrie's ear drooped.
“No, not bad. Just unexpected. I've never been this close to an alpha before. I can feel you in my head, it is somewhat hard to resist.” Against Merrie's thigh, Kirin's cock twitched. “All I want to do is order you to submit and then to fuck you until you come.”
Merrie gave her a sheepish bark and her tail swirled through the water.
Kirin threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, that is hard to resist.” She looked back and her eyes twinkled with her smile. “But, we are going to keep my dick outside of you where it belongs. But, there are other things we can do….” she inhaled and dropped one hand down between their bodies. The soft touch wormed its way down between their bodies, stroking against Merrie's breasts, belly, and then to her thighs.
Inhaling with a whimper, Merrie spread her legs until her knees were firmly against Kirin's cock and her leg.
“Well,” Kirin breathed as she rotated her hand and rested two fingers against Merrie's slit, “this part I expected. Been a while since you came?”
Merrie thought about Eolis' cock ramming into her. It was almost two days exactly, but it felt like forever. She nodded and gave Kirin another sheepish smile.
“A while for an alpha would be hours, wouldn't it?”
Giggling, Merrie nodded.
“Do you,” whispered Kirin, “want to come?”
Merrie let out a soft, gasping bark. Then, she jerked as Kirin's fingers expertly spread apart her lips and stroked along the fold of Merrie's clitoris. Her eyes fluttering, Merrie pushed down against the fingers but the woman only teased her sex with light touches.
Kirin reached up. Her fingernails dripped with the soap water as she caught Merrie's good ear in her palm. When she ran her thumb along the ridge, Merrie's pussy clenched and she let out a gasp. “Come here,” Kirin said as she pulled Merrie's head back to her breasts.
A tiny orgasm rippling through her body at her submission, Merrie lowered her head and took the hard nipple in her lips. Kirin's breast was large and hot against her mouth. Merrie sucked on the tip and rolling it along her tongue.
Rewarding her, Kirin pushed a finger into her sex, exploring the tight opening with little jabs that sent bolts of pleasure through Merrie. She breathed hard, pressing the mound against Merrie's face. It was large enough it cut off Merrie's breath in the soft flesh, but the bitch couldn't pull away even if she wanted to.
Merrie rocked against the hand, desperate to have more inside her. Kirin's teasing was almost painful, circling around the place Merrie wanted to be filled. She whimpered into Kirin's tit, sucking harder. Then, hesitantly, she nipped lightly at the hard pebble in her mouth.
Kirin jumped and tugged on Merrie's ear. “That's it, Bitch, don't be afraid to bite. I like biting.”
She couldn't do anything but obey. Merrie bit on the nipple, working it against the ridge of her teeth. Her body was hot and the water swirled around their bodies as she rocked against the finger and breast.
Kirin pushed a second finger into Merrie's pussy and pumped in and out. It was slow and steady, but Merrie could feel every ridge of Kirin's knuckles against her sensitive lips. It added to the pleasure, turning the smolder of heat that Eolis ignited into a flame that burned her from the inside.
“That's it. That's a good little bitch.”
Merrie panted at the words, it wasn't quite the same to trigger the automatic flash, but it still felt good to be called a bitch. She brought her arms up to squeeze Kirin's breasts together so she could transfer her mouth to the other hard nipple. It was warm in her lips but it had the same intoxicating sweetness that urged her to bit.
Kirin shoved three fingers into Merrie's pussy, past the hairs that guarded her entrance and deep into the wet channel. The tightness and friction pushed Merrie closer to an orgasm. Kirin's arm splashed the water as the guild mistress found a fast, hard rhythm to slam her hand up into Merrie's cunt.
Neither said anything as Kirin fucked her with her hand. Kirin's digits reached deep into Merrie's pussy and soon Merrie was gasping for breath around the breast almost suffocating her.
It didn't take long for the first orgasm to hit her. Merrie whimpered into it, feeling the crest rising up as the knuckles drummed steadily against her. The three fingers plunged deep into her pussy, filling her from the inside. She tried to lift her head, but Kirin held her down by her ear, only allowing her to move from one nipple to the other. The helplessness added to the flames and with a spark, it ignited in an explosion of pleasure.
Merrie shuddered and bit down harder than she expected.
Kirin's body shuddered but she didn't pull back. Instead, she held Merrie harder down and kept thrusting. “You come easily, don't you?”
Merrie whimpered and nodded, her lips still clamped on the hard nipple. She worked her mouth open wider, taking as much of the tit into her mouth and letting it scrape against her teeth. It only pushed Kirin to slam faster into her pussy, driving the fingers deep into her aching depths.
“You also come a lot, don't you?”
Another nod, gasping around Kirin's breast.
“Think you can take four fingers?”
Merrie clamped down on Kirin's breasts, squeezing them together, and bit down hard. She was sure that Kirin wouldn't mind and she almost came as the woman rewarded her by slamming four fingers into her pussy, driving deep. Kirin's thumb rammed against Merrie's clitoris as the fingers filled her and stretched her. It hurt but it was also pleasure.
Her body flashed into another orgasm. The sweet darkness filled her with a rush of power. It felt like someone had poured wine into her and the sensation of being filled rose from her toes to her head. Energy crackled around her as she rocked against the breast and fingers dominating her.
Kirin didn't say anything as she curled her thumb and rammed it into Merrie's pussy. Merrie's nether lips strained against the intrusion of the woman's hand, but relented and the hard fist slipped up into her pussy.
With a muffled cry, Merrie jerked as she felt Kirin's hand fill her. The mistress didn't stretch out her fingers but just rocked around in wide circles, stretching Merrie out from the inside.
Sobbing with need, Merrie came again and again. She couldn't pull away from the breast or the hand; she was trapped by the pleasure and her body burned hotly from the inside. The smell of her excitement, mixed in with soap, rose around them as she shoved herself down on the thrusting fist.
“More?” whispered Kirin, her voice cracking.
Merrie nodded, unable to look up. She drove down on the fist, begging silently even as she bit hard on the breasts that filled her mouth. She was worried about breaking the skin, but Kirin was tougher than Merrie guessed.
Hand still buried in Merrie's cunt, Kirin pushed herself from the edge of the tub. Merrie tried to pull back, but the woman held her tight against her breast as she guided Merrie back to the far side of the tub.
Merrie's head thumped against the side of the tub and then she was pinned by the breasts in her mouth and the hard, tiled edge of the tub.
“Need a bit more leverage for this.”
The hand pushed harder into her, sliding up until it reached Merrie's cervix and back down again. But, instead of stopping at the entrance, Kirin pulled out until her hand came out with a slurp that Merrie felt in her core. With a grunt, Kirin shoved it back.
Merrie jerked at the flash of pain and pleasure but then moaned loudly as the fist punched the entrance of her womb. The discomfort only added to her pleasure. She mouthed and bit hard, tensing for Kirin to move again.
The mistress balled up her fist and pulled it out. It stopped at Merrie's entrance, the fist unable to slip out, but she continued to pull until it forced Merrie even further open and it came out with a rush. Hot water plunged inside Merrie's sex but it was quickly shoved aside as Kirin's fist punched back in.
“The harder you bite, the hard I shove.”
Merrie bit down with all her might.
Kirin slammed her fist into her pussy, tearing her open and sending an intense bolt of agony that turned into pleasure as it filled Merrie.
Merrie came hard and bit down again, thrashing as Kirin pounded her pussy to the limits. Her body shuddered with every strike, but it only set off another orgasm to tear through her senses. She was dizzy, disoriented, and delirious, but she was losing herself in the pleasure.
With a grunt, Kirin said, “Come for me, bitch.”
Merrie cried out and bit down hard. As Kirin's fist slammed info her, she let out another cry as the pleasure flashed through her senses. It burned her veins with black ecstasy, filling the world with a pleasure that would never stop.
“Come for me.” As Kirin pulled out, she lifted Merrie from the edge of the tub. As her fist slammed into Merrie and disappeared into her sex, Kirin slammed Merrie back against the tub. The multiple points of discomfort swirled together and she cried out again, losing herself into another orgasm.
Merrie and Kirin moved in unison, pulling away from the side as Kirin withdrew her fist and then slamming home and against the tub as she drove home. With every thrust, Merrie came harder and harder.
It hurt to breath, but she couldn't disobeyed as Kirin whispered her command over and over again.
“Come.” Thump.
“Come.” Thunk.
“Come!” Slam.
The pleasure kept building, faster than Merrie could handle. She felt it filled every cell of her body and swelling. It needed to go somewhere, she couldn't hold it anymore. As the fist pounded into her pussy and the waves crashed into her from their movements, Merrie held back as long as she could. She strained against her orgasm as the ecstasy tore through her body, ripping along her senses.
It exploded from her body and shot across the star field she always pictured in her head. The ripple of ecstasy and orgasm rushed along the inky darkness, devoid of other bitches, but then stars began to blossom across her vision. Pleasure reflected back as her orgasm continued to ripple out from her. The little impacts of Barrel's, Elf's, and the other submissives hit her and added to her own pleasure, turning the ecstasy into knife-sharp agony. And then the rest of the guild exploded into light of their own orgasms.
Her orgasm continued to spread out wider. It sparkled with other orgasms and she was briefly connected to all of the submissives of the city. The reflected pleasures rushed back, and each impact shoved her into another burst of ecstasy.
“Come,” ordered Kirin.
But, Merrie couldn't obey. She had already came, she was still coming. She was lost. The darkness sucked into her body and the last thing she remembered was Kirin's fist pounding into her pussy, the afterglows shuddering through her body, and the cries of pleasure from downstairs.