It was dark by the time Kine pulled the wagon into the inn yard. Insects buzzed through the air, their wings lit up by the torches that created flickering pools of orange and yellow. To the right of the yard was a large farm house with a dining hall built out from the side of it. Light poured out of the windows into the yard, luring a cloud of gnats to swarm around the windows.
Rich smells of dinner—a savory meat of some sort—filled the yard and Merrie's stomach rumbled at the scent of it. She peeked out from the blanket covering her body; Kine got it for her to protect her naked flesh from biting insects.
She sat up and clutched the blanket to her.
From the other side of the yard, near the stables, a man sucked on a pipe and stepped out. “Fair evening to you two. Looking to spend the night?”
Kine hopped off but remained by the wagon. “Yes. I was here a few days ago and really liked the cabins in back.”
“You're in luck, mister,” the speaker was an older man with a large gut with scar tissue forming a slash from his shoulder to his hip. “We have two cabins open.” His eyes flickered up to Merrie. “Number seven is the suite, if that be your interest.”
Kine glanced over to Merrie and she shivered at the lust and excitement that burned inside him. “Yes, I'm interested.”
A mosquito buzzed Merrie and she waved it away.
“Two hundred marks a night, breakfast and dinner included. I'll knock fifty off if you spend a second night.”
Kine shook his head. “No, just the one night.” He dug in his pocket for his wallet.
An insect bit Merrie and she jerked. Her blanket slid off her body, exposing her breast and naked hip. She grabbed at it, but the fabric slid off her arm and she watched it flutter to the side. She reached down with both hands to catch it between the smooth ends of her wrists and tugged it up. She managed to catch it with her hips.
Looking up, she saw the innkeeper was staring at her just as he was reaching for Kine's money.
“You just coming from Blood County? The fair?”
Kine nodded.
The man pulled back his hand. “We don't do business with your kind.”
“My,” Kine's voice grew tense, “kind?”
“Slavers and butchers.” A scowl darkened the man's face. “You hurt that poor girl, didn't you?”
“I did not.”
“Then you bought her from someone who did. And I don't do business with slavers.”
“I'll pay double,” suggested Kine.
“I think you be sleeping on the ground tonight or I'll be calling the guards.”
Merrie glanced at the inn where someone was standing in the window, watching the events. She shivered and tried to pull the blanket up, but she couldn't grip the fabric enough to cover her body. She felt exposed but dirty, a stark contrast to the nudity she had become accustomed to.
“No, no,” Kine suddenly sounded placating, “we'll leave. No reason to call the guards.” Merrie caught bitterness from her new master, not fear. She peered over at him, but he was bowing submissively as he crawled back on the wagon. “Thank you, sir. I won't bother you again.”
“You better not. I hope the gods gut you for all eternity.”
“Thank you, sir.” Kine said as the bitterness grew. He grabbed the reins and pulled them tight. As he did, a tingling darkness seemed to drop down over the yard. Merrie felt it against her skin as the tiny hairs raised up. It was magic washing over them, but she couldn't tell why.
The innkeeper looked away, dismissing them.
Kine snapped the reins and the horse started forward. But, instead of turning around in the yard, Kine continued through a gate and down toward a clutch of small cabins resting against the tree line.
“Idiot,” muttered Kine. “There are four wagons from the fair sitting next to his stable. He knows damn well that fair folk are going home tonight. But, see one tit and he gets offended.”
Merrie turned to look back at the inn yard, but the innkeeper was staring the other direction, muttering. He didn't seem to noticed they drove past. She glanced back at her new master. There was no question that Kine had used magic, but Merrie didn't understand what he was doing. Or why the ethereal smell had grown stronger around them.
Kine stopped the wagon in front of the furthest cabin. It was twice as large as the others with a large “7” painted on the door. He slipped off and grabbed a pack. Tossing it by the door, he held up his finger. “I'll get you in a moment, Merrie. Just want to get the horse situated first, okay?”
Merrie barked and clung to her blanket.
As he released the horse, Kine spoke softly to himself. “Going to have to shade her in public. Shouldn't be a problem. Rimmy said I needed the practice.” He led the horse into a small fields and attached a long lead. Returning, he came up to the wagon and held out his hands.
“Come on, doggy.”
Merrie smiled and let the blanket slip off her body. The summer air was warm and moist against her skin, but it felt good where sweat prickled her skin underneath the blanket. She slipped to the floor of the wagon and crawled over. At the edge, she reached out with her helpless arms.
He slid his hands around her buttocks and picked her off the wagon. She clung to him until the ends of her ankles touched the ground, then guided herself back to the comfort of being on her wrists and knees.
“Adorable,” Kine said as he produced a set of keys. “Let's check out the honeymoon suite.”
Merrie stared at surprise. She never saw Kine close enough to steal the keys from the innkeeper.
Kine chuckled. He started to say something, then closed his mouth. Without another word, he headed to the cabin and unlocked it.
She followed behind him, her naked body shivering with excitement. Kine shut the door behind her and tossed the keys on a side table.
The cabin wasn't impressive, as rooms went. Merrie had enjoyed more comforts as a human. But, there wasn't a large pile of pillows heaped on the floor. Instead, it was just a functional large bed, a small kitchen area, and a bathroom.
Seeing the bathroom, she was reminded that of her own bladder. She looked back at the door and let out a whine.
Kine turned around, confused. “What?”
Merrie squeezed her legs together and wagged her tail. She gestured toward the bathroom and then to the door.
“Oh, you have to pee?”
She nodded.
“Then just…” his voice trailed off as he looked at the toilet. “How do you get on that without hands or standing up?”
Merrie crawled over to the outside door and ran her arm against the frame.
“Oh!” He smiled. “You pee outside?”
With a bark, she got on her knees and begged. He opened the door for her and followed, his breathing deepening as she crawled into a patch of grass, crouched, and let her hot urine flow out. It felt good, a thrill and a pleasure. She cold feel his attention on her, boring into her body as excitement bubbled up.
“You got one of those shit runes, don't you? You don't poop, right?”
Merrie nodded, her eyes almost crossed at the sensation of emptying herself.
Kine inched closer, watching as the puddle soaked into the ground. “How do you wipe yourself?”
She finished peeing and rocked her hips. She could feel tiny droplets clinging to her pussy lips. Peering over her shoulder, she looked at her master and jerked her tail.
“Oh, no,” Kine stood up. “I'm not wiping.” But, even as he denied it, she could feel the excitement rising.
Rocking her hips in a circle, she spread her legs further as the scent of urine rose around her.
“Um….”
She barked encouragingly.
Reluctantly, Kine stepped forward and reached down. His delicate fingers explored her sex as he flicked off the last of the droplets. Her pussy grew wet underneath his touch. She moaned softly as he wiped her down.
As soon as he finished, she turned around. Kine was holding his hand as if it was diseased, but Merrie wasn't done. She shifted to a drier spot on the grass, knelt down, and brought her arms up to her throat. She gave a bark.
Kine jumped and tore his gaze from his hands. “What do I…?” He stopped as he caught sight of her. “You're going to clean my hand?”
Merrie barked again, her body growing hot with need.
“Damn,” he whispered as he brought his dripping hand to her mouth. Merrie kept her eyes on his face as she took his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue lapped around the digits, tasting her own body on his fingertips. She sucked on them, cleaning each finger in turn with slow movements.
Kine's breath grew deeper. “Fuck, you're turning me on.”
Merrie smiled and sucked deeper, lapping until his hand glistened. She kept her eyes locked on his, watching as the lust burned inside his gaze. In the darkness, his eyes were lost in shadows but she could feel them boring into her skin.
“I-I was,” he whispered, “going to save myself for fucking you in the ass, but….” He fumbled with his pants.
She smiled and waited until his cock sprung out before catching it with her mouth. The heated shaft felt right in her lips and she buried it completely in her throat and ground her face into the hair in his belly. The mixture of musk and ethereal swam together. She moaned and began to bob up and down, sliding harder with every thrust.
Kine grabbed her ears and almost set her orgasm off. The intense sensations of his fingertips against the sensitive ridges added to her pleasure. He guided her at first, just keeping her smoothly sliding up and down on his cock. Slowly, his grip turned to a more forceful one and she leaned into it, letting him drive her body against his shaft.
His breath came faster as he gripped her head, crushing her ears, and pulled her down on his cock as he thrust forward. They impacted with a smack and he grunted with the effort. His fingernails dug into the back of her skull as he thrust faster, pounding into her face.
The wet, muted thud of their bodies impacting filled the darkness. It mixed in with the screeches of nocturnal animals and the hum of insects. Merrie drank in the scents of his sex and tongued the thrusting shaft as it slammed against the back of her throat.
Merrie rocked her hips with every movement, sending her tail to wave back and forth with short, violent movements. It stirred up the air and the fresh smells of summer grass coupled with the hint of her urine just added to the intensity of the moment.
Images were flashing through Kine's head. He was thinking about a woman. She had dark brown skin and black hair. Merrie thought it was Rimmy, the woman Kine talked about, but it was the other woman kneeling in front of him instead of Merrie.
She felt a surge of jealousy. He wasn't fucking her, he was fucking someone else. No matter how much she bobbed down on his cock, she hated that he was imaging the other woman instead.
Kine's cock surged as he began to fuck Merrie harder. Precum dripped down her chin as he pounded her. His fingers gripped her tightly, fingernails digging in, as he came up to his own crest.
Merrie wrapped her arms around his buttocks, cradling him with her shortened limbs. She could feel the flex of his ass, tight and powerful, as he drove into her. She was ashamed that she felt jealousy when she was being used as she was trained, a bitch to fuck.
He slammed into her mouth and held her there, grunted as his hips drove against her. She felt his orgasm surging down his length, then the hot explosion of cum that jetted against her throat. She relaxed and focused on the sensation of the hot globs of seed that poured down her throat. It filled her belly and smile milted around the shaft.
As he came, more images flashed by. Things he wanted to try, things he was afraid to do, things Merrie was trained for. She caught on the images and let them wash over her. It was a preview of what was to come and each one turned her on.
Kine finished with a gasp. He started to pull out, but Merrie held him in her mouth. “What?”
Merrie stared into his eyes, barely able to see his face in the light from the distant torches and the sliver of the moon. She held him tight, breasts ground against his pants and her wrists against his buttocks.
The fantasies came up, each one ginger and unsure. And then finally the one that Merrie knew would turn him on.
“I-I can do it right here? Pee in your mouth? You said you'd do it, right?”
Her pussy spasmed with need at the words. He was hesitant and somehow it added to the growing exploration of their bodies and her submission to him. He wasn't the confident dominate that Bass was but he could be. Her thoughts soured at the thought of Bass, her hatred rose up. She tore her mind away and focused on the man who saved her.
Kine's cock quickly hardened but she resisted the urge to suck on it.
“Sorry, just need to relax for a moment.”
They remained in place as his shaft softened in her mouth. The member rested on her tongue, slimy and pulsating.
“I-I'm going to do it now,” he whispered in a broken, incredulous voice. “Ready?”
Merrie gave a nod and released his buttocks. Her own body was hot with need as she opened her throat and waited.
The first spurt was a hot surge. It mixed in with the cum coating her mouth before it dripped down her throat. He gave a second test surge, watching her as if she would pull back.
Merrie stroked the back of his legs to encourage him.
“Okay,” he moaned and released himself. Hot urine poured into her mouth and down her throat. It filled her belly with a heat that matched the inferno in her sex. She thought about the toilet girls at the fair, on their knees and used like common whores.
She would do anything for her master. She was a good, trained bitch and she would show him that he was hers to command. Her submission pushed her into an orgasm, a small one, and she trembled with every gulp.
He finished quickly and she cleaned him off before letting him out of her mouth. Staggering back, he gasped for breath. “Fuck… I like that.”
Merrie smiled and licked her lips. His taste mixed on her tongue and she ran the tip of it along the inside of her mouth to catch the last of her. Her belly was hot and full. It sated her with the taste of submission.
Someone carrying a torch started back toward the cabins.
“Shit,” muttered Kine, “come on, inside the house. Quickly now. I need to shade this place.”
Merrie crawled across the ground, aware that her pussy was moist on the air. Kine pushed her inside but remained outside when he closed the door.
She turned around, curious.
Magic rose up around them. It was the ethereal scent in the air. She could feel it dancing along her skin, tickling her senses. Around her, the room darkened perceptibly as shadows blanketed the windows. She could feel the spell surrounding the building, wrapping it darkness.
A few minutes later, the innkeeper with the torch walked past the window. The light was muted, shadowed. Merrie crawled up to the window as she watched him walk past the full wagon without a second look. He didn't even see it.
She peered around for Kine but couldn't find her master. Missing him already, she turned away from the window and crawled across the floor. It didn't take her long to explore the cabin, but there was nothing she could do.
Eventually, she stopped at the bathtub. It was almost as large as Bass, with a rune-driven heating system. She reached up and leaned against the edge, peering down. Thinking a bath would be nice for Kine, she fumbled with the controls until she managed to twist on the water with both arms. The heated water filled the tub and she watched careful to avoid overflowing.
“I brought,” Merrie jumped at Kine's sudden voice, “food.” He chuckled. “Sorry, you might as well get used to that. I'm rather sneaky.”
Merrie turned to where Kine stood in the doorway. He had a large serving tray heaped with food and soups. The smell of meat brought a gurgle to her comfortably full belly.
“And wine. Because,” he pulled a face, “while it was really hot but I'm not kissing you with pee breath.”
She giggled but it came out as a chuckling woof noise.
“I got you a bowl. Come on, you probably want real food in your belly.” He reached over and turned off the water. Trailing a finger through the water, he pulled it out. "I like it a lot cooler. It should be perfect when we finish eating. Because, I don't know about you, but I really want to fuck your ass tonight.
Merrie moaned with need and followed him back out. He set up the food on the floor, with large bowls for her and a plate for him. Her stomach gurgled louder as she waited.
Kine flopped on the ground and used his fingers to dig into his bowl. “Go on, eat.”
She dug into her food and they ate in silence. The food was simple but good. Knowing that he had stolen it just added to the taste. She smiled and enjoyed her food.
“You know,” Kine chuckled, “we used to do this when we were teenagers. Des, Rimmy, and me would break into inns, steal food, and have a party right on the floor. Sometimes,” he grinned and drank wine, “it would be a lot more than a party but,” the smile faded, “not at the end.”
She wanted to ask more questions, but she couldn't. She sat back on her heels and watched up, hoping that her curious look would prompt him.
There was a haunted look in his face for a moment. Then he drained his glass. “Well, that was when we were young.” With a snort, he continued, “Well, according to Rimmy, I never grew up. She always said I have poor self-control.”
He grabbed the bottle and sloshed it into his glass. He filled his glass and then pulled out a bowl. Emptying out the wine bottle, he set both down next to Merrie. “Here you go. Actually, she's right.” He grinned. “She told me not to steal anything and I ended up lifting thirty million. And then using it to buy a sex slave. She's going to kill me when we get back home.”
He sipped at his wine for a moment and Merrie returned to eating.
“Damn, I've been talking about Rimmy and you don't know her.”
Merrie peeked up.
“Want to?”
She gave a nod.
Kine pushed his empty plate away and leaned back against the bed. “Well, she's kind of my girlfriend and not. We grew up, you see, at the orphanage. I lost my parents during that terrorist attacks on the City when I was seven.”
Merrie barely remembered the attacks, she was five at the time. A group of warriors in magical armor would teleport in, kill hundreds of people, and then disappear. It went on for months and the military used it as an excuse to draft an army. But then a group of heroes stopped the attacks and the country was left hanging with a built up army. It resulting in a few years of wars before things calmed down.
“Rimmy's parents just left her. We never found them. And Des, well, Des decided he was tired of his mother and just moved in one day.” Kine rolled his eyes. “Des was always like that. Our old master, Raccoon, found him one day and took Des in. We were friends, so Des convinced our master to also adopt us and he did.”
Kine glanced around at the dark room. “They say to keep your secrets to yourself, specially in the dark like this.” He gestured to the shadows. “Des was good at that. Listening from the shadows. When the master died, we couldn't find his place anymore so we moved out. Just the three of us.”
Sadness began to pool around Kine. Merrie wiped her face with her arm and sat back, watching him.
“It was fun times. We were teenagers and had all the powers in the world. We'd steal, play pranks, and make out. But then, Rimmy fell in love… with Des. The threesomes became infrequent and they started doing scores together. And then… one day…” A tear glittered on his cheek as he choked on the words. “One day, they were just gone.”
Merrie crawled over to her new master. She pressed her cheek against his thigh and he lifted his hand so she could slip up against him. His skin was hot against hers, but he wasn't interested in sex; she could tell that from his body language and the way his mind was spiraling in thoughts. She was also curious about the man who bought her and wanted to hear more.
He turned her around so she was leaning up against him, her head on his shoulder and his fingers cupping her pussy. When he got comfortable, he started to speak in a low voice, almost a whisper.
“I got a little crazy then. Stole a lot of money, bought a house. Got myself some servants and threw a lot of parties. Then, ran out of money, lost everything but the house, and then stole a lot more. Never bothered getting servants again, so the place is trashed, but I like knowing I have some place to live.”
His long finger ran up and down her slit, an idle movement. She spread her legs to give him access but listened quietly.
“They were married when Des betrayed her. Rimmy had a score he wanted, so he just listened from the shadows to her plans. When she went to steal some huge sapphire from a baron, the guards were waiting for her. Fucking bastard betrayed his own wife. But, Rimmy was in jail and she couldn't escape. They knew how to stop her, to keep the room bright and not give her shadows to work with. The only way they could have known her weakness is if Des told them.”
Merrie's chest rose and fell as she listened. She could feel the storm of emotions pooling inside Kine. He needed to say what he was saying and it told her a lot more about the woman she was jealous about.
“I found out when she was sentenced to Abbinkey. They send everyone with magical powers there. I broke her out but Des tried to stop us. She killed him,” an image bubbled up of the dark-skinned woman fighting on a roof with a small man with pale skin and a long, black knife. “But, she got really hurt in the fight. I took her home and she's been there every since.”
He pushed three fingers into the folds of her sex. With slow, torturous movement, he began to explore her sex. She squirmed as he ran his fingernails along her folds, up against her inner opening, and even around her clitoris. Her body grew moist and she rose up to meet his fingers.
“We're occasionally lovers, but she mainly stays on the south wing and I'm down on the north. On the weekends, we go dancing but she doesn't always come home with me.” He drummed his fingers against her clitoris, the complicated three-beat that brought a pulsating along her senses. “She shades the house, I can't do anything that large for that long. I pay the bills… well, I make the money and she pays the bills. It works out, for the most part.”
Inside, Kine's thoughts danced around the fact he loved Rimmy with all his heart. He cared for her but she continued to reject anything but casual contact.
Merrie felt ashamed at her jealousy but couldn't say anything. She tried to pull back from his fingers, but Kine just pushed her hips down to the ground and drummed his fingers against her clitoris. She inhaled sharply, the pleasure sparking along her senses.
“Des hurt Rimmy badly. She won't… share scores or even sleep in my bed. She has to remain private, but she also tries to help. She got me off the drugs and wine,” he gestured to the two empty bottles on the floor, “though I slip often on the drinking. She's the one who reminds me that I don't really think before doing things. I think the last time… was the dogs.”
Merrie looked up at him, her hips rocking against his fingers.
Kine grinned. “Oh yeah, I have dogs. These pretty Bel Dark hounds. They were from the town I grew up in. I was going to breed them, but I made a few mistakes.” He rolled his eyes, “apparently breeding requires you to have a bitch and I got tricked into buying eight males.”
Her pussy clenched at a sudden thought.
“Oh, you fuck dogs?”
Blushing, Merrie looked away.
“You'd fuck anything I tell you to, wouldn't you?”
Her body grew hot and slick. His fingers thrust up into her sex, stretching her as he wiggled all three in her tight, clenching tunnel.
“Wouldn't you?”
Merrie nodded.
“Well, I'm not going to share you tonight.” He dug his fingers into her pussy and pulled her closer so he could kiss her lips. “Tonight, I have a nice buzz and I'm done talking. So, why don't we take a bath,” he kissed her again, “and fuck?”
She moaned and kissed him back, parting her lips as his tongue flicked inside her mouth. She twisted against him, rocking on the fingers buried inside her and her breasts pressed against his chest.
He kept his lips against hers and his fingers buried in her pussy as he got to his knees. Wrapping his other arms around her waist, he picked her off the ground.
Crying out from the pressure, Merrie wrapped her short arms and legs around his body. Her wrist crossed behind his neck and her ankles reached for each other, but her weight settled down on his cock.
His hardness ground into her pussy with only the fabric of his pants between her and being impaled on his cock. She rocked her hips against him, giving him a secret smile as she did.
Kine moaned. “Damn, you're sexy.”
He kicked the plates and bowls to the side as he carried her into the bathroom. Merrie's wine bowl shattered on the wall and he chuckled. He kissed her before they made it into the steamy room. “At least you're already naked. Here you go.”
Leaning over, he eased her into the hot water. It soaked into her skin instantly and she reached out to brace herself against the side.
She watched with growing lust as Kine stripped down. He was thin and slender, but there were hard lines of muscles along his trim body. Light-colored streaks covered his body, scars from past battles.` A trail of dark hair ran down his chest into a trail that lead to the thick patch of nearly black hair around his cock and balls.
Merrie felt a hunger rising inside her. She watched with rapture as he yanked his shirt off his chest and tossed it aside.
“So,” he said with a grin, “do I measure up to your big guy?”
She made a point of looking him over, a slow smile crossing her lips. Even in the heated water, she felt a burning inside her pussy. It was a heat of hunger boiling inside her. She couldn't wait until he crawl into the tub with her, just like Bass used to.
The smile froze on her lips. Why was she remembering Bass fondly? She hated him. He raped her and she could never forgive him.
Kine interrupted her momentary confusion as he stepped into the tub. His feet worked his way around her and he sank down. His cock, hard and pulsating, slapped against her shoulder as he slipped around her.
His hands were smooth against her skin. With a grin, he hooked his hand underneath her thigh and lifted it up as he threaded his legs between hers. When he released her, her pussy rested against his knee.
Her breath grew deep as she stared at her master. His cock was centimeters from her body, but he wanted her to wait. She held herself still as he reached out to cup her breasts. His fingers caressed her nipples, teasing them into hardness before rolling them between his fingertips.
Merrie whimpered at the touch, rocking her hips. She reached out and ran her arms along his before dropping them to his chest. The smooth, amputated ends caressed the hard lines of his chest. She teased his own nipples, tiny little tips, until his fingers dug into her breasts.
“You are pretty,” he said.
Flush with a compliment, Merrie spread his arms and leaned forward. His cock slid along her belly as she kissed him on the lips. With a grin, she kissed his chin, then his throat.
“No, no, little bitch. No, I like puppy better.”
Merrie froze at his words. She kissed his collarbone before pulling back.
There was a fire in his eyes. “Turn around, puppy,” he said in a low, throaty voice.
Her skin tingled at the look. She could feel her bond reaching out for him but it stretched out across the fields of her mind instead of connecting to the man who bought her. She panted softly as she stared into his eyes.
“Turn around, show me your tail.”
Trembling with lust, she lifted her body off his knees. Water sluiced off her naked breasts and dripped from her nipples. She braced herself on the side of the tub as she turned around. Sinking back down, she let out a long shuddering breath of lust.
His hands caught her buttocks. The water lubricating his movement as he clutched the tight cheeks. His fingers slipped up the line of her ass, trailing along the planes of her buttocks before caressing against the wrinkled opening of her ass.
Merrie whimpered softly as he traced out each fold of her rear entrance, circling around the tightly clenching opening. Her tail, dripping water, curled up against her back. Droplets of water ran down her spine before running down her curves to catch his fingers.
“I've never done this, Merrie.”
She whimpered at her name, her body trembling even more.
“You like when I say your name?”
She whimpered again, letting out a soft, desperate bark.
He worked one finger into her asshole, twisting with curious, hesitant movements. It was tight and the friction tugged on her senses, adding to the pounding anticipation in her heart. He pulled out after a few seconds.
Merrie fought back a whimper and turned to look over her shoulder. Water continue to run down her body, tickling her nipples and sides before splashing down.
Kine gave her a smile and grabbed a bottle of bath oil from the side of the tub. When he opened it, the flowery scent filled the air. “Little tight,” he explained as he poured a healthy measure on his hand and worked it along his finger. The thick slurping noises sent another wave of pleasure through her and her tail thumped against his arm.
He brought his finger back to her asshole. She clenched in anticipation, then relaxed it.
When he wormed his finger into the opening, it slid easily into her.
The pressure, even small, had the weight of anticipation. It ignited the heat inside her and a tiny orgasm rippled through her body. She let out a gasp and bowed her head, her body trembling from the shivers.
“You came already?”
Gasping for breath, Merrie looked back over her shoulder and smiled.
“Does that mean your done?” His finger twisted slowly.
Merrie shook her head.
“Really? Rimmy only comes once. And then she leaves.”
She wanted to say she wasn't Rimmy, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she pushed her body down on his finger. It slid deeper, past the thick ring of her anus and into her depths.
He gasped and held himself still for a moment. Then, he pushed his hand up until his knuckles ground against her anal ring. She clamped her muscles around his finger, squeezing down and pushing out as she slid it out enough to thrust back in.
“I guess you're going to come twice.”
She nodded and shoved her hips down on his finger, fucking it like a tiny cock. Little tremors of pleasure ran along her senses, adding to the heat flushing her skin and the sweat prickling her brow.
He grabbed her tail, his fingers wrapping around at the base. Her body stopped with the pressure at her new limb, then held herself still as he explored where it connected to her spine. The area was sensitive and she almost came again as he tightened his grip. “Damn, your tail is real. Really real.”
She couldn't move. Her body trembled as he held her place, dominating her with her own tail. He lifted her up and she obeyed, clamping down as his finger slipped out of her asshole.
Merrie let out a whimper of need.
He pulled her tail down and she followed, her hips sinking as she prepared to be impaled. But, there was nothing. Kine chuckled as he lifted and lowered her by her tail, her entire body moving because she couldn't resist his silent commands.
Being dominated, his movements, and the pressure on her tail, pushed her over the edge again. It was a sharp pleasure that slammed into her and she jerked helplessly at the ecstasy. One arm on the side of the tub slipped and she slumped forward as she lost her balance.
Her face smacked into the water. She flailed around as she tried to get balance to push herself up.
Then Kine hauled her up by her hair. Pain sparkled along her scalp as she was bent back, caught between his grip on her tail and the pressure on her hair.
She let out a gasping breath as the sensation of her hair being pulled and her tail being clamped down on, ignited another wave of pleasure. She shook violently as she cried out again. Her arms flailed for the side, trying to find purchase again but she couldn't concentrate as the pleasure consumed her world into a white-hot ecstasy.
When she regained her senses, he was still holding her by her hair and tail. “Fuck, you came hard that time. And all I did was pull your hair.”
Merrie couldn't look at him, not with him holding her by her hair. Her breasts rose and fell with her pants. She felt on fire as she was held in place. She ached for his cock and could feel him working up the courage to impale her, but she swam in the intoxicating hunger of waiting for him. He would fuck her. He would guide her. He would command her.
And he would be her master.
Kine shifted his body for a moment, then pushed down on her tail.
Merrie obediently lowered her hips until the burning hot tip of his cock brushed against her skin. She didn't hesitate but she couldn't drop down on him. Instead, she was tortured by him pulled her down with agonizingly slowness.
The tip lodged itself in her opening. It was slick with oil, but she didn't remember him coating herself. But, then she didn't care as he pulled back her hair and forced her weight onto the spear-like cock.
The pressure was agony and pleasure mixed together. He continued to force her down into it, his hands guiding the hardness into the tight, clenching tunnel of her being.
Her skin ignited with tingling, the bonding that would never connect. She wished that Haviston would have released her when she was sold. But, it was too late. Sooner or later, it would happen and she couldn't wait for it.
Kine drove her down, millimeter by millimeter with his torturous speed. She grew accustomed to his girth and his length as she felt it sliding deep inside her.
And then she was at his base. His wet public hairs ground into her buttocks and the hot spear of his length was firmly buried into her depths.
“I didn't,” he gasped, “think you'd be this tight after your big guy. But, it feels like a glove.”
Merrie clamped down and rocked her hips. His hardness angled inside her, caressing her inner walls. She grew dizzy with pleasure and sank further on the heat and hardness that filled her. His balls ground against her soaked pussy and she leaned into them, enjoying the pressure at both of her entrances.
Kine's breath was deep and shuddering, his mind burning with lust. He grabbed her tail and pulled her up, slowly and tortuously.
She whimpered as his cock slipped out, an empty feeling tearing at her heart. She wanted him, needed him, and he was leaving her. Even knowing that he was going to yank her back down couldn't stop the pain of emptiness.
Kine only lifted her a few centimeters before driving her back down. She gratefully sank down on his length, moaning as he filled her again.
Panting, she rocked her hips and enjoy the hardness stirring inside her. She was growing closer to another orgasm, her helplessness mixing with the intoxicating submission.
He found a rhythm with his hands. He jammed her down on his cock, giving her a blast of pleasure, then drew her up. Sometimes he would go almost to the top and other times he would only make it a few centimeters before slamming her down. With every impact, the water in the tub sloshed around her and she cried out with pleasure.
His cock grew harder with every thrust. His chaotic mind focused on her body, concentrating on every pleasure of his shaft sliding into her hot depths. She could read the sensations coming off her body and it added to the pleasure. She was not only being fucked, but she could feel him fucking her.
Knowing what he felt, she adjusted her movements slightly, exploring how he felt pleasure. When she shifted her angle for balance, she briefly was in a position that gave him an intense pleasure of driving deep into her ass.
He didn't say it, but he hungered for it. Merrie couldn't disobey his silent command. She braced herself and brought herself back, wincing at the discomfort at keeping the angle but growing dizzy from the intensity of his pleasure.
Kine slammed her down, pounding deep as he enjoyed every second of thrust deep into her ass. She was in the perfect position and his balls boiled with the desperate need to come.
She swam in both of their pleasures, her body humming with the constant waves of pleasure. She threw herself into his movements, adding to the impact of her ass against his hips.
His orgasm rushed up quickly. She felt it as a tightening along his body and a tighter grip on her tail. He slammed her down with hard thrusts, shuddering with the impact as if he wasn't sure which thrust would cause him to explode. He yanked her up and slammed down again. His fingers dug painfully into her tail but she didn't care. He fucked her with hard strokes that filled her with heat and hardness.
He pulled her hair and slammed her down again. Water sloshed outside of the tub and poured down the sides, but she could only barely hear it over the pounding in her ears. He ground her ass into his cock.
A brief pause and he yanked her up to slammer her down. His cock pulsated hotly inside her ass, the orgasm right at the edge of exploding.
Another slam, his fingers sent bursts of pain up her spine. She couldn't stop him, she didn't want to. She moved against her discomfort to give him the most pleasure she could give.
He lifted her up and yanked her down. One of the joints in her tail popped like a knuckle and the relief shot up her spine. She came at the sensation, her ass tightening around his cock.
She felt the pressure in his mind, reading it as clearly as her own body. It sent her over the edge again and her orgasms tore through her senses. She cried out.
“Fuck!” He bellowed as he yanked her hard down, thrusting as hard as he could to bury his entire length in her rectum.
And then he came.
The hot jets of his cum filled her up, splattering against her inner walls and pooling at the junction of their bodies. Merrie shuddered and came herself, assaulting by the liquid pleasure inside her body and the sensations that came from Kine. She felt every surge of his cock twice, every jet that coated her insides again, and she couldn't stop coming.
Her body vibrated with the bonding that would never happen and the pleasure tearing through her nerves. She sobbed at the intensity of it, unable to relax until her master finished thrusting every iota of his pleasure.
Kine gasped for breath and slumped back. He pulled her hair and she leaned back obediently. Only when her back was resting against his chest, did he release her tail and hair. Hands slid around her sides and he cupped her breast with one hand and her pussy with the other.
His cock was still hard and buried inside her ass. She enjoyed the sensation of being held and rested her head on his shoulder.
“That was probably the best fuck I have ever had.” He said in her hear.
Merrie smiled and let out a bark, her chest rising into his palm and her nipple tickling his finger. She settled into place in the hot water and her master, basking in the intense afterglow of their orgasms.
“You know, Merrie,” his breath was hot against her ear, “I probably should have paid attention during your auction.”
A frown ghosted across her face and she turned to him.
Kine's eyes were gray but twinkled with a smile. “It just occurred to me. I kept hearing everyone call you an alpha, but I have no clue what that means.”
Merrie stared in shock, her mouth falling open.
He shrugged. “I'm sure it isn't anything, but I know one thing.” He leaned over to kiss her. “I'm going to fuck you a lot in the week it takes to get to Franome City. And then,” his cock began to swell again, “I'm going to keep on fucking you.”