u/TheTemporaryBarnacle

All Too Familiar Part 4

Valerie and Shadow are back once more for part 4. If you're new to the story, the previous chapters can be found at the links below.

Part 1Part 2Part 3

Tags: >! Medieval fantasy, F/Canine, first time, kissing!<


Valerie's eyes snapped open as Shadow gave a quiet huff, nudging her thigh with his snout from where he sat at her side. Valerie straightened in her seat, trying to banish the fog of weary boredom. Thanks. She mentally ‘pushed’ the word to Shadow the way she had learned to give silent commands. Reaching one hand down, she scratched behind her familiar’s pointed ears, running her fingertips through the creature’s ashen-black fur. The foreign ambassador was speaking now: something to do with growing seasons and the quality of linen exports. Blinking away bleariness, Valerie tried to pick up on the thread of the discussion, but unfortunately there were more interesting things on her mind than the details of a trade agreement.

Things with Shadow had developed quickly, both in her private and public lives. As both of them grew more comfortable with each other, Shadow had lost much of his uncanny stiffness. While he remained glued to Valerie's side whenever feasible, he no longer glared quite so balefully at anyone who approached her. For Valerie's part, directing Shadow had become second nature, to the point she hardly ever needed to command him aloud. As for their personal lives, Valerie had continued enjoying Shadow's attention whenever possible, and found herself returning the favor more and more often. She had become fascinated with Shadow's cock that had apparently been generated out of her own desires. Valerie had explored every inch of it with her fingers, lips and tongue from the tapered point to the knot that swelled at the base just before he came, and even the tight, furred balls that hung behind. Valerie felt herself growing warm just picturing running her tongue up the slick, vivid-blue surface to the tip.

For all her fascination with it, and her and Shadow's thorough enjoyment of each other's bodies, there was one boundary they had yet to cross: she hadn't taken his cock inside her. She had brought the beast to her bed half a dozen times intending to consummate their bond, but each time she had hesitated. She dreamt of it regularly, to the point her own kind seldom played a part in her nighttime fantasies, only Shadow.

Shadow nudged her again as she began to daydream, but Valerie ignored him, indulging for a moment during the lull in the meeting. It was only when she caught the young dignitary winking back at her that she realized she had been staring in his direction, an expression of idle delight on her face. Valerie's expression immediately soured, but the young man had already turned back to the map spread before him on the table. Therein lay part of the problem.

Though Valerie would only admit it to herself, her desire for marriage may have been a short-sighted impulse born out of desperation. With Shadow sharing her bed, that desperation had vanished, leaving Valerie unsure of what to make of the idea. As was her habit though, the Queen seemed to unerringly hunt down the exact opposite of her youngest daughter's desires. This very morning, with a reluctant sigh, she had hinted that perhaps an introduction could be made with the visiting Prince of Lerix, if Valerie was so insistent upon marrying. Lacking a suitable excuse as to why the idea was no longer so appealing, Valerie had agreed to consider him.

Prince Sebastian was a handsome man, and from the parts of the negotiations she hadn't dozed through, seemed well-read and well-spoken. She knew enough of politics to understand strengthening ties to nearby Lerix through a marriage would be a boon to their own kingdom and still allow ample opportunity to visit home. Still, she found herself balking at the prospect. Valerie glanced down at Shadow, who met her gaze placidly from below. There was the other half of the problem.

How exactly to define her and Shadow's relationship eluded her. They shared a bed, and while Shadow seemed to understand her well enough, familiar or not, a dog was not a proper husband. While not as enforced as it once was, nobility were still expected to keep their virginity intact until their wedding night. Were she to marry, she wouldn't be able to keep up this tryst with Shadow, and the thought of losing that… bond… whatever she would end up calling it, shook Valerie more than she had realized.

Pondering this dilemma and the inevitable choice she would be forced to make, Valerie hardly noticed the negotiations reaching their conclusion. The Prince gave a polite bow in the direction of her and her mother before making an exit, presumably headed back to the guestrooms in the south wing. Rather than heading back to her own chambers, Valerie instead made for the castle courtyard, hoping a walk might clear her head. Ever dutiful, Shadow loped alongside her, sniffing for any threats that might be lurking between pillars or beneath the rhododendrons. With a thought, Valerie called him back to her side, resting her fingertips on his warm back as they walked.

As they did, she wondered if she would have felt the same hesitation had she been granted her initial wish for a human bodyguard to warm her sheets. It hadn't taken her long to dispel the notion of taboo from Shadow's attention, though that had been her early impressions of the creature. The more time they had shared, the less Shadow seemed a tool of convenience, than a devoted and attentive lover in his own right. She thought on this a while, eventually rounding back into the stone corridors of the castle. Any further rumination was halted at the sight of the strange pair leaving from her own chamber door.

“Prince Sebastian,” Valerie greeted him warily. “I didn't think to run into you here.” Echoing her attitude, Shadow stepped forward into a tense crouch, blue eyes locked on the Prince. He turned around the sound of his name as Valerie approached and he leaned casually on the corridor wall.

“Lady Valerie,” he returned the greeting with a broad grin. “Aren't you a tease!” He chuckled, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial tone. “I was waiting so long I had a look inside, and found this little darling waiting for me! I thought I'd have to take her back to my quarters for the night.” His white teeth flashed in a grin as he threw his arm around the shoulders of the young woman behind him. It was one of the castle servants who tended to her chambers. Allie: Valerie recalled her name after an embarrassing pause. She was a timid thing, but an efficient worker. It had taken her a month to stop giving a start whenever Shadow approached her—and him to stop being so suspicious—but these days the two had made their peace. Allie’s eyes met Valerie's with a pleading look, and Valerie's own expression darkened.

Glancing down the hall towards her own chambers, there was no sign of the rest of the prince's retinue, nor were there any of the castle guards. Valerie insisted none be posted outside her door now that she had Shadow; more to stop any eavesdropping than anything.

“Now that you're here, though… shall we?” The Prince continued, nodding towards the door. He let his arm slip from Allie's shoulders but kept it outstretched as he leaned on the wall, blocking Allie from making an easy exit. “Oooh,” he crooned as if a thought had just occurred. “Or is she meant to join us?” Valerie’s scowl deepened and Shadow's hackles rose quietly beside her.

“I think there must be a misunderstanding,” Valerie said, her tone clipped but polite. “I was just retiring to my chambers for the evening. Alone.” The prince's smile faltered, but quickly returned. He pushed off from the wall, reaching for Allie’s wrist.

“Ah, perhaps another time then, my Lady. Come along then, darling. Seems I'll be enjoying you by myself.” Seeing the way Allie flinched away from his touch, a rush of anger surged up in Valerie's chest. Anything she had found attractive about the brash young man had soured. He was nothing but a rake and a brat: too used to getting his own way to know when he wasn't wanted. As her temper rose, her eyes shot daggers at the impudent Prince.

“Allie, you can go,” she said carefully. “I’m sure Prince Sebastian can find his way back to the guest wing on his own.” The prince's tongue clicked irritably.

“Arrogant bitch,” he spat with a glare. “You think I don't know how many suitors have come and gone from this place?” He leaned closer, ignoring Shadow’s warning growl. “The stuck-up third princess of a backwater kingdom, and you think even your servants are too good for me, is that it?” He let his hand drop to his side, where it came to rest on the handle of a fine side sword he wore on his belt. It was an ornate, silver thing, but surely no less deadly for its ornamentation. Sudden fear poured into Valerie's righteous anger, and then several things happened at once.

Shadow became a dark blur at her side. Allie shrieked and stumbled backwards. Prince Sebastian howled in pain, and the taste of blood, bitter and inexplicable, blossomed on Valerie's tongue

Shadow's jaws were clamped around the young prince’s wrist.

The Prince choked off his cry and strained to draw the blade, but the beast's grip was firm. Disoriented by the sudden burst of foreign stimulus, Valerie was stunned for a moment, several heartbeats ticking by before she realized her own sensations were somehow blurring with Shadow's.

She could feel the sharpness of her—his—teeth and taste the trickle of blood, but she also sensed the restraint: Shadow's bite was hard enough to draw blood but he held back, enough to halt the threat, but no more. Valerie could feel him questioning, waiting for her instructions even as he skidded and snarled, keeping up his grip as the Prince fought in a growing panic to free his arm.

“Stop!” Valerie shouted, with authority that surprised even herself.

The entire scene froze. Both Shadow and the Prince turned their eyes towards her, and even Allie halted in her retreat.

“Prince Sebastian,” Valerie began, hiding the quaver in her voice. “If you need help finding your way back to your chambers, I am sure Shadow here could escort you.” Giving a glance to her familiar, she coaxed him into releasing the Prince's arm. “Otherwise, I will be retiring for the evening.” she finished, still eyeing him warily.

Sebastian snatched his hand back, nursing his injured wrist. A few flecks of blood splattered on the flagstones. He opened his mouth with a sneer but a growl from Shadow, made him think better of whatever he was about to say. Instead, he turned on his heel, skulking off down the hallway. Valerie let out a long breath as she watched him vanish around the corner. The hallway seemed to spin, the fading adrenaline and aftereffects of the strange melding leaving her drained and unsteady. Turning to check on Allie, she found the maid had already gone, taking the chance to slip away while the Prince was distracted. Shadow licked her hand gently, pulling Valerie back from staring down the empty hallway.

“Come on,” she whispered quietly, tugging open her chamber door. The lock bolt thudded behind them, the bed creaking as Valerie settled her weight onto the edge. Raising her hands, she found them shaking. Shadow nosed himself beside her, leaning against her legs and tucking his head beneath her elbow. Valerie gave a tired smile, stroking his neck. “Thank you,” she murmured. Not bothering to undress, she lay down, appreciating the comforting weight as her familiar clambered into the bed beside her, laying his head on her shoulder.

Even after the tension of the confrontation had eased from her limbs and the last of the day's light had faded from her chamber window, Valerie lay awake, staring at the darkened ceiling. Shadow rested his head against her, calm but always alert.

Valerie had never thought she would ever need Shadow to fulfill his intended role as a bodyguard. She didn't know if Prince Sebastian truly intended to draw his weapon on her, but she had been glad of Shadow's presence regardless. While it had obviously frightened her, she didn't think the cocksure prince would try anything else. The encounter rattled her in other ways though, shaking loose some of the comforting familiarity of her and Shadow's relationship. She could almost still taste the prince’s blood in her mouth, but even the sudden meld had been less disturbing than the realization Sebastian's actions had given her.

The Prince had the audacity to assume she would bed him then and there, and when she had refused, he intended to take Allie out of convenience, using his position to ensure she wasn't likely to refuse. Had she not been intending to do something similar, had her original plan for a human bodyguard not fallen through? Had she not done the same with Shadow? He had seemed, or perhaps even been, a simple and almost mechanical creature at first, but now she knew better. He had shown a personality of his own, and was obviously eager to serve as he had this evening, but Valerie still held all the power. She wasn't sure her commands, even subconscious ones, were something Shadow was able to refuse.

Sensing her distress, Shadow licked Valerie's cheek, but stopped immediately when she flinched away. His blue eyes, slightly luminous in the dark, stared with what looked like a worried expression, and some of the tension eased from her own face. “Sorry,” she murmured, laying her head back down and allowing him to comfort her. She stroked the fur of his neck in the dark. “I'm sorry.” As she settled back down, Shadow lay alongside her, keeping his nightly sleepless vigil up as she finally found sleep.

~

“Lady Valerie!” an aged voice called, startling Valerie from where she had been staring into a patch of flowers in the castle gardens. “Good to see you enjoying the pleasant weather as well.” The voice may have been familiar, but the surroundings were not.

Elric, the court physik, was making his way toward her. He was aided by a stout cane of polished wood that Valerie hadn't seen before, though as she thought about it, she wasn't sure she had ever seen the old alchemist outside of the castle’s halls before.

“Oh! Hello, Elric,” Valerie blurted, quickly collecting her thoughts. “I could say the same to you. I didn't expect to run into you out here.” The older man stopped on the path next to her, and Shadow trotted up to him. Elric offered a hand for him to sniff.

“Yes, good to get out of the old tower once in a while. I'm growing a few of my own ingredients in the garden as well, and came to check on them.” He gave a chuckle as Shadow licked his fingers and allowed himself to be scratched behind the ears. Hardly a trace of Shadow's initial distrust still showed when it came to Elric; Valerie had taken to visiting more often whenever she had questions about Shadow or other arcane matters, and she had quickly become rather fond of the old alchemist, to the point she felt silly being scared of the man as child. She sensed there was something not entirely truthful about his words today though. “Perhaps I might walk with you, my Lady?” he offered. Valerie accepted.

“You seemed lost in thought,” Elric spoke up as they rounded the corner of the path furthest from the garden gates. “Something to do with a young man whose hand I patched up last night?” Valerie looked away. “It wasn't that serious,” he assured her. “Though you'd not think so from the way he moaned about it. I'm not sure if it's any consolation, but he seemed rather embarrassed by it. Told me he cut it practicing fencing with one of his tutors, as if a rapier had teeth.” Valerie opened her mouth to explain, but Elric forestalled her with a raised hand.

“I'm not trying to press for details,” he reassured her. “That young man strikes me as a fool and a cad. I trust he deserved it.” The alchemist's eyes softened and he stopped to turn to her. “I just wanted to make sure you both were okay,” he offered, giving Valerie her space but running the back of his hand over Shadow's coat. Shadow looked up at Valerie from where he sat in between them. Her eyes glanced between him and Elric as she hesitated. The familiar lay down, pushing his head against Valerie's calf.

“I… we're fine. Thank you for the concern, Elric. Just gave me some things to think about when it comes to Shadow and I.” Elric nodded, but didn't seem satisfied with her answer. “I don't suppose my mother will be pleased that she's finally set up a marriage candidate, only for me to sic my familiar on him,” Valerie half-joked, trying to change the subject.

“If you ask an old bachelor, marriage is overrated,” Elric snorted. “Let alone to that puffed-up little prick.” Valerie blurted out a short laugh at the unexpected vulgarity. Elric let the conversation drop after that, though Valerie still felt it eating at her.

“I just…” she blurted before she could stop herself. It was easy to confide in the alchemist and she valued his insight, but it was often difficult to dance around her and Shadow's relationship. “I worry I've treated him too callously,” she said. “Having him serve me regardless of his own will.”

“You have a kind heart to worry about such things, Lady Valerie,” Elric chuckled. Shadow gave a soft whine and nuzzled Valerie's legs. Hiking her dress, she crouched down to pat him. “But I wouldn't concern yourself.” He smiled, watching the pair. “Shadow here strikes me as a creature who is exactly where he wants to be. You treat him well, and I think he does so in kind. I wouldn't be surprised if that were the reason the more arcane nature of your bond has progressed so quickly.”

Shadow pressed his head into her touch, and she felt some of the tension go from her shoulders as she sensed the truth in Elric’s words. While Shadow had always obeyed her wants without question, she had learned to read his own desires as well, though the stoic beast had a habit of hiding them sometimes. Watching him melt as she scratched his glossy dark fur, she felt the rest of her worries begin to ease. It also gave her an idea. When Valerie turned to thank Elric, she found he had busied himself examining a patch of herbs a short way down the path. With a soft smile, she called Shadow to heel as she made her way back into the castle.

~

Briefly, Valerie considered taking her evening meal in private and avoiding the dining hall: the dignitaries were likely to have been invited, and she had no interest in seeing the Prince after what had transpired the day before. Avoiding her mother’s glares was tempting as well, though eventually she conceded that making an appearance would do more to smooth things out with the Queen in the long term.

Valerie made a point of being punctual, entering the dining hall and allowing a servant to pull out the chair next to her mother. She weathered a stern look with a remorseful nod before settling into her seat. She would be due for a lecture, but for now, her mind was on other things. Shadow took up his customary place on the floor beside her, calm and alert. Further down the table, Prince Sebastian himself sat, pointedly avoiding looking in Valerie's direction. His hand was bandaged to a comical degree, and he frowned as he moved to pick up a utensil with it, then hesitated. Was this really the sort of man I wanted to marry? Valerie thought. He looked like a petulant child as he wavered, then called a servant over to cut his meat.

Beside her, Shadow’s ears twitched: a subtle sign, but coming from Shadow, it caught Valerie's attention. He didn't seem to sense a threat, so she reached her hand down, placing her palm on the back of his neck to soothe him. As she did, she felt a small mental hum, like a conversation behind a closed door too indistinct to make out. She pulled her fingers back and the sensation faded, but she recognized the feeling. Whatever that burst of connection had been when Shadow attacked Sebastian, it seemed to have left something open behind it. Glancing quickly about to ensure she wouldn't make a scene, she reached for that feeling again as she sank her fingers back into his fur.

She braced for a flood of sensation, but the feelings were dull and indistinct: it was like trying to peer into a rippling stream, while before she had been dunked head-first. Her senses themselves were unchanged: she could still see the dining hall, hear the clinking of plates and soft conversation, but there was a foreign emotion she couldn't quite decode. The feeling intensified when Valerie made another glance toward Sebastian. Valerie pulled on that feeling, though how exactly she was doing it, she wasn't sure. Anxiety. Questioning. The tightening in her chest felt no different from her own: just without an apparent cause. She looked down at Shadow. He kept his posture stoic and alert, not betraying the emotions she sensed in him. She gave him a little scratch behind the ears, and some of that feeling eased.

Across the room, Sebastian was sullenly stabbing at his meal with a fork in his off hand. She tried to bring herself to feel sorry for him, but couldn't manage it. She pushed the feeling towards Shadow. It's okay. You did the right thing. With that, the anxious feeling faded away entirely, replaced with something faint and familiar, if seemingly out of place. Was that… hunger? Valerie paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. Shadow kept his eyes forward at attention, but the feeling was unmistakable. As a familiar, the canine had no need to eat or even sleep, but Valerie had never considered he would even be able to. She lowered her fork, letting the connection fade as she selected a fatty piece and palmed it, slipping it beneath the table. She almost laughed when she felt Shadow solemnly take the piece in his mouth and swallow it reverently: it was a much needed bit of levity.

As Shadow's blue tongue snaked out to lick her fingers clean, it covered her amusement with a deeper warmth, reminiscent of the first time she had felt Shadow's tongue on her hand. Her lip curled against her teeth as she thought about that night. He had come a long way since then, and Valerie thought that she had too. She gave the loyal beast one last pat before returning to her dinner, feeling more assured than she had in a long time. She made her decision.

~

When Valerie and Shadow arrived back in her chamber for the night, she quickly shut the door, double checking the lock before letting out a shaky sigh and a shy smile. It was time. She drew the curtains while Shadow made his customary sweep of the room, and she lit candles and placed them on the desk. The summer sky would still be light, but she wanted this to feel special. The light was dim but warm, darkening the corners so it felt like this chamber was the whole world. Valerie surprised herself with the shakiness of her movements; it seemed odd to be so nervous about this after all they had done, but at the same time this was something more. It might be the closest she would ever have to a wedding night. Valerie turned to face away from her familiar, watching him through the silver dressing mirror. He sat, head slightly cocked as he watched her and her reflection as she began to undress.

Often, she would simply hike up her skirts to allow Shadow access, but not tonight. She didn't know if brides really made a show of things on their wedding nights, but it seemed the right thing to do. She had been naked with Shadow dozens of times, but Valerie still found herself blushing as she met Shadow's gaze in the mirror, watching intently as she undid the many laces before slipping the dress down from her shoulders. She stepped out of the garment, pausing a moment before moving on to her undergarments. Shadow's tail flicked once as she lifted the shift over her head, and Valerie caught a hint of telltale blue in the shade between his legs. She grinned.

“Come on.” Valerie eased herself onto the bed, laying back with her knees raised. Shadow hurried to follow, clambering onto the mattress before, head between her knees. His mouth hung slightly open showing vivid mouth and tongue that seemed to glow against his dark fur. He bent his neck, breath hot on her midriff as he inhaled her scent. Valerie shuddered with need and apprehension. “Wait,” she whispered, beckoning him closer. Obediently, the dog stepped forward, one flank brushing the side of her knee as he moved over top of her, front paws to either side of her chest.

Valerie’s gaze moved from his intense blue eyes and wet tongue to the impressive cock of the same shade that hung between his hind legs. Her own will had shaped it, shaped him without a conscious thought. A physical embodiment of her needs and the tool to sate them. Gods above, it's still intimidating though, Valerie thought to herself. Shadow's cock twitched as she stared, glistening and lined with darker veins. She moved one knee beneath him and brushed against its side, making it twitch again. It was hot and slick against her skin, enticing and alive.

Valerie pulled her gaze away with difficulty and closed her eyes, focusing on keeping her mind calm and blank. She craved it, and it was easy to command Shadow without thinking these days, but this needed to come from him. Instead, she took the loyal canine by the chin, guiding him closer as the connection from before began to buzz in her mind. Her breath caught, her sense of anticipation and arousal surging as her mind brushed Shadow's desire. Not just to please, as she had feared, but a need to feel her that was disorienting in its intensity. She fed her own desire back into the connection towards Shadow and felt it double, like shouting into a well until she gasped and Shadow whimpered. For a dizzying moment she didn't know where her senses ended and Shadow's began. She breathed her own scent as Shadow must have, and could feel the tingling rush it gave him.

Then, she kissed him.

Lips to his muzzle, she felt his tongue lick tentatively at her own, then push past her lips as she gasped in delight. Her cheeks warmed and she felt giddy as she wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, matching his intensity. The rush it gave her was almost paradoxical: she had felt his tongue in far more intimate places, and she couldn't believe they hadn't tried this already. At the same time, she hadn't been ready to see Shadow as, well, her lover.

Sharp teeth grazed her lips as she deepened the kiss, Shadow's long tongue sliding along nearly the full length of her own. Hot saliva pooled in her mouth and she had to be careful not to drool as she lost herself momentarily in the ecstasy of the kiss. Slowly, she sank back, Shadow's forceful kiss following until he loomed over her, pressing her head down against the pillow. Valerie opened her eyes and saw Shadow's were closed, looking reverent as he worked his jaw, careful not to hurt her as their tongues and teeth played together. Valerie shut her eyes and melted back into it, indulging in the rare moment of vulnerability from her familiar. She stroked his neck with both hands, pressing her knee gently against his twitching cock, dizzy with desire.

Finally, they broke away, breathless. Valerie stared up at the beast in wonder, then bowed her head. Shadow did the same, letting her cup his head in both hands and press their foreheads together. Their mental connection flared back in a rush, Shadow's hunger for her washing over her as he waited, not for her orders, but for agreement.

“Yes,” Valerie whispered, eyes still closed. “Yes Shadow, I want you too.”

As Shadow moved his hips into position, Valerie did the same. She pulled away to gaze up at him, taking in a sharp breath as Shadow's cock brushed against her inner thigh. Valerie didn't hesitate this time. It felt less as though she were losing something, but receiving Shadow fully for the first time, an indelible commitment to her lover, protector, friend and companion. Valerie nodded.

The tip of Shadow's cock pressed to her waiting lips. She sunk her fingers into the fur of his side, feeling the connection strengthen just before he pushed. Valerie gasped, eyes wild. For a single, blissful moment, she was both of them at once, feeling Shadow's cock enter her for the first time with Shadow's sensation of penetrating her layered overtop. He sank deeper. They held for a moment, his jaws slightly slack in a pant as he savored the moment himself before he began to thrust.

Valerie moaned, still reeling from the intensity of that moment as she let the connection blur away, focusing on her own body. Shadow pumped his hips slowly at first, her lips spreading around his shaft, her pussy welcoming the length like she was made for it. Or, more accurately, it was made for her. Pleasure surged with every thrust, new and familiar all at once. Valerie found herself gasping as the tip pushed deeper than anything she had felt, far deeper than his tongue or her fingers had ever been able to manage. More than that, there was a solidity to it, a delicious stretch as his cock pressed against her inner walls, filling her. Once she had her taste, all she wanted was more.

Faster, Valerie thought. There was no force of command behind it, but Shadow eagerly obeyed. He leaned in as he pushed his hips harder, building to a steady pace. His fur tickled against Valerie's thighs as she tightened them against him. She draped one hand over his neck, fingers sinking into the ruff of fur behind his head and let the other fall to the sheets below. She gripped a fistful of the fabric hard as Shadow made the pleasure surge, her hips bucking and back arching as she moaned. Her familiar's eyes held her gaze with intensity he often displayed. They narrowed as he increased the pace, and he let out a rare sound: a soft whine that slipped out almost tentatively.

Valerie raised her legs to either side until she could cross them over his hips, holding him to her like an embrace. She squeezed, pulling them tighter as she coaxed him deeper, faster. She was rewarded by Shadow's gaze losing some of its intensity, a quiet yip escaping his mouth. It was more reserved than her own open-mouthed gasps and moans, but she revelled in knowing Shadow was indulging in this just as much as she was. She had used her mouth and hands to please him dozens of times, and she got her own satisfaction from it, but there was something far deeper in the mutual pleasure, giving themselves to each other freely with neither in control.

Lost in the euphoria, Shadow's tongue was back in her mouth before she realized, ducking his head to kiss his master again. As soon as her mind caught up, she welcomed it eagerly. Greedily, she took the familiar's tongue deeper, running her own tongue along his and feeling the hot puff of his breath against her face. Valerie held his head in both hands, and all the while he continued to slam his hips down into her with increasing fervor.

Fuck…. God's above, Shadow… She couldn't speak, but continued to moan into his kiss, the sounds muffled by the relentless lap of his tongue. She pushed the words into their connection instead, and felt the sentiment echoed back from Shadow, impressions more than words. His hips worked furiously, making Valerie tremble as his cock slipped in and out. Shadow's rapid breath was the only sign of exertion: he seemed inexhaustible. Pulling his head closer, Valerie pushed her tongue past his sharp teeth, squeezing her legs around him at the same time. Being with him like this was utter bliss.

Shadow, I… She knew it in her heart, and this final step was a testament to it, but she still hesitated for just a moment to form the words. I love you, Shadow. As soon as they formed in her mind, she felt a sudden blush of warmth in her mind coming from both of them, and she didn't hold back. Fuck, Shadow… I love you… I love you, I love you, I… Valerie squeezed, ankles locking and core clenching as a climax overtook her. She pulled away from the kiss to bury her face in the crook of his shoulder, fur tickling her closed eyes. With each shaking breath she took in his unique scent: the expected animal musk and sweat of his exertion mingling with sharper notes of ozone and petrichor. She let him fill all her senses as she came.

Shadow trembled, slowing as Valerie’s body clenched around his cock, but he did not stop. Instead he pushed through gently, letting Valerie savour the moment. She did so gladly, riding out the climax as every thrust from Shadow buoyed it upwards, sustaining her pleasure for a few beats longer. Keep going, Valerie pushed towards Shadow as the grip of the orgasm began to slacken. Don't stop for me. Shadow listened, building his pace back up slowly as Valerie let her head fall back into the pillow. He licked her face as she relaxed, leaving her skin wet and her heart full.

Straightening, Shadow put on another burst of speed and Valerie gasped as the fading vestiges of her first orgasm gave way to the building promise of a second. Shadow’s thrusts took on an uncharacteristically frantic air and Valerie urged him on, to let her familiar indulge in her body, to let him be fuelled by his own desires in this. His white teeth gleamed, blue tongue flicking in and out as he panted, keeping his head steady and eyes fixated on hers. Valerie met her gaze, chewing her bottom lip against the furious pace he drove. Finally, she felt what she had been waiting for.

Valerie had seen Shadow's knot dozens of times, and knew well what it meant. She had felt it in her hands, against her lips and on her tongue, but she had never felt it inside her. A part of her was still daunted by that, but she pressed on, nodding. It began as a slight swelling at the base of Shadow's cock, but it quickly grew until it stretched her lips with every thrust, forcing Shadow to slow as he met resistance. Valerie's hands trembled as another climax began to mount just out of reach, until…

“Annh!” Valerie cried out a moan of pleasure and discomfort as Shadow pushed forward, and then faltered. The edge of his knot ground against her outer lips, but had finally swelled too large to push through. Shadow made a quiet whine, twisting his head and pushing one more time before hesitating.

“No,” Valerie whispered, cupping Shadow's chin and bringing his gaze back to her. “Don’t stop.” Neither of them had been supposed to end up this way, what Valerie and her familiar had become was unprecedented. Nothing had happened the way either of them expected things to go, but that hadn't stopped them yet. We'll make this work, she insisted. They were still learning each other, their needs, their bodies: they would learn together and keep learning, one step at a time. It's okay.

Shadow tried once more with a slow grinding motion. Valerie let out a moan, the pleasure surging back to her as Shadow's knot failed to push through, but instead ground against her clit, hot and throbbing with his need. There, like that! Valerie thought to him. Encouraged, her lover began to thrust again, ending each with a slow grind as he pushed his knot against her. Keeping one hand on his chin, she snaked the other down between their bodies, until she could reach between her legs.

Her fingers found Shadow's cock, impossibly warm and slick with her own arousal. She followed it with every methodical thrust, splitting her fingers around the narrower base to cup his knot against her palm. She could feel his heartbeat against her skin, and she squeezed gently, the way he always loved when she took him in her mouth. Shadow's whole cock twitched at that, and she did it again, massaging gently in time with his thrusts. Her familiar shifted one paw, letting his head hang lower as his eyes finally broke away from hers. He sped up, the knot becoming fully hard in her grip. She massaged him even as his shaft plunged into her slit, soaked and slick from her first climax. She pulled gently towards herself, urging him on to thrust faster, grinding harder against her clit. Cheeks red and sweaty, Valerie inclined her head, wrapping her free hand behind Shadow's neck bringing her lips to Shadow's ear. Trembling, she whispered the thing she needed most. The thing they both needed.

“Cum in me, Shadow.”

The words had hardly left her mouth when Shadow gave a final whine and thrust his hips against her. Valerie clenched hard on the length of his cock, his knot pressing tight against her clit as she squeezed in time with the involuntary spasms. Hugging him fiercely, she squeezed her eyes shut, jaw tight as a second surge of pleasure, even stronger than the first broke over her. Shadow's paws scrambled as he shifted, his cock grinding side to side, and Valerie could feel the pulse of his cum pouring into her, accompanied by a deep, blossoming warmth. For one blissful moment they seemed to be in utter sync, her pleasure becoming his and back again, ytheir shaking breaths and rapid heartbeats all blurring into one rhythm.

Then, slowly, they relaxed. Valerie released her grip, slipping her hand free as Shadow settled his weight down onto her, chin resting on her shoulder with his eyes barely open. Valerie embraced him with her other arm, savoring his comforting weight and warmth as they lay together in the dark of their room. Shadow's breathing slowed, and when she brushed her mind against his, she felt only a contended buzz. She smiled at that, slowly stroking her lover's head as she lay her own head back.

This had been what they were building towards. In a way, Valerie felt foolish for hesitating for so long: Shadow being the one to take her virginity—no, giving her virginity to him—felt like an acceptance of who they already were, rather than some profound step. In that, Valerie was glad she had waited until her heart and mind were in the right place. She knew now that she belonged to him as just surely as he did to her, a bond deeper than any that could have been possible with her own kind. The night hadn't been flawless, and yet it was still somehow perfect. Valerie reminded herself that this was not the capstone of their relationship, but only another beginning.

Running her fingers through her beloved’s fur, she caught herself, then did a double take that filled her with almost as much awe as it did amusement. Shadow's eyes had drooped fully closed, his breathing even and slow. She flicked one ear experimentally and Shadow twitched with a quiet puff of breath, but didn't stir: he was actually asleep. Valerie had thought it impossible for the familiar, but there was obviously still a lot they didn't know about each other. Strangely enough, Valerie found that thought comforting as she let herself carefully settle back down, not wanting to disturb him anymore.

It was her turn to lie awake, watching over him for at least a few moments. Thoughts of the future lingered at the edges of her mind: what this meant for her and for Shadow. The steady rising and falling of her lover's chest against her own kept them at bay. Whatever was to come, they would be together. Finding resolve in that, Valerie closed her eyes, letting Shadow's comforting presence guide her off to sleep for their first night truly together.


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u/TheTemporaryBarnacle — 4 days ago

All Too Familiar Part 4

Valerie and Shadow are back once more for part 4. If you're new to the story, the previous chapters can be found at the links below.

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Tags: >! Medieval fantasy, F/Canine, first time, kissing!<


Valerie's eyes snapped open as Shadow gave a quiet huff, nudging her thigh with his snout from where he sat at her side. Valerie straightened in her seat, trying to banish the fog of weary boredom. Thanks. She mentally ‘pushed’ the word to Shadow the way she had learned to give silent commands. Reaching one hand down, she scratched behind her familiar’s pointed ears, running her fingertips through the creature’s ashen-black fur. The foreign ambassador was speaking now: something to do with growing seasons and the quality of linen exports. Blinking away bleariness, Valerie tried to pick up on the thread of the discussion, but unfortunately there were more interesting things on her mind than the details of a trade agreement.

Things with Shadow had developed quickly, both in her private and public lives. As both of them grew more comfortable with each other, Shadow had lost much of his uncanny stiffness. While he remained glued to Valerie's side whenever feasible, he no longer glared quite so balefully at anyone who approached her. For Valerie's part, directing Shadow had become second nature, to the point she hardly ever needed to command him aloud. As for their personal lives, Valerie had continued enjoying Shadow's attention whenever possible, and found herself returning the favor more and more often. She had become fascinated with Shadow's cock that had apparently been generated out of her own desires. Valerie had explored every inch of it with her fingers, lips and tongue from the tapered point to the knot that swelled at the base just before he came, and even the tight, furred balls that hung behind. Valerie felt herself growing warm just picturing running her tongue up the slick, vivid-blue surface to the tip.

For all her fascination with it, and her and Shadow's thorough enjoyment of each other's bodies, there was one boundary they had yet to cross: she hadn't taken his cock inside her. She had brought the beast to her bed half a dozen times intending to consummate their bond, but each time she had hesitated. She dreamt of it regularly, to the point her own kind seldom played a part in her nighttime fantasies, only Shadow.

Shadow nudged her again as she began to daydream, but Valerie ignored him, indulging for a moment during the lull in the meeting. It was only when she caught the young dignitary winking back at her that she realized she had been staring in his direction, an expression of idle delight on her face. Valerie's expression immediately soured, but the young man had already turned back to the map spread before him on the table. Therein lay part of the problem.

Though Valerie would only admit it to herself, her desire for marriage may have been a short-sighted impulse born out of desperation. With Shadow sharing her bed, that desperation had vanished, leaving Valerie unsure of what to make of the idea. As was her habit though, the Queen seemed to unerringly hunt down the exact opposite of her youngest daughter's desires. This very morning, with a reluctant sigh, she had hinted that perhaps an introduction could be made with the visiting Prince of Lerix, if Valerie was so insistent upon marrying. Lacking a suitable excuse as to why the idea was no longer so appealing, Valerie had agreed to consider him.

Prince Sebastian was a handsome man, and from the parts of the negotiations she hadn't dozed through, seemed well-read and well-spoken. She knew enough of politics to understand strengthening ties to nearby Lerix through a marriage would be a boon to their own kingdom and still allow ample opportunity to visit home. Still, she found herself balking at the prospect. Valerie glanced down at Shadow, who met her gaze placidly from below. There was the other half of the problem.

How exactly to define her and Shadow's relationship eluded her. They shared a bed, and while Shadow seemed to understand her well enough, familiar or not, a dog was not a proper husband. While not as enforced as it once was, nobility were still expected to keep their virginity intact until their wedding night. Were she to marry, she wouldn't be able to keep up this tryst with Shadow, and the thought of losing that… bond… whatever she would end up calling it, shook Valerie more than she had realized.

Pondering this dilemma and the inevitable choice she would be forced to make, Valerie hardly noticed the negotiations reaching their conclusion. The Prince gave a polite bow in the direction of her and her mother before making an exit, presumably headed back to the guestrooms in the south wing. Rather than heading back to her own chambers, Valerie instead made for the castle courtyard, hoping a walk might clear her head. Ever dutiful, Shadow loped alongside her, sniffing for any threats that might be lurking between pillars or beneath the rhododendrons. With a thought, Valerie called him back to her side, resting her fingertips on his warm back as they walked.

As they did, she wondered if she would have felt the same hesitation had she been granted her initial wish for a human bodyguard to warm her sheets. It hadn't taken her long to dispel the notion of taboo from Shadow's attention, though that had been her early impressions of the creature. The more time they had shared, the less Shadow seemed a tool of convenience, than a devoted and attentive lover in his own right. She thought on this a while, eventually rounding back into the stone corridors of the castle. Any further rumination was halted at the sight of the strange pair leaving from her own chamber door.

“Prince Sebastian,” Valerie greeted him warily. “I didn't think to run into you here.” Echoing her attitude, Shadow stepped forward into a tense crouch, blue eyes locked on the Prince. He turned around the sound of his name as Valerie approached and he leaned casually on the corridor wall.

“Lady Valerie,” he returned the greeting with a broad grin. “Aren't you a tease!” He chuckled, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial tone. “I was waiting so long I had a look inside, and found this little darling waiting for me! I thought I'd have to take her back to my quarters for the night.” His white teeth flashed in a grin as he threw his arm around the shoulders of the young woman behind him. It was one of the castle servants who tended to her chambers. Allie: Valerie recalled her name after an embarrassing pause. She was a timid thing, but an efficient worker. It had taken her a month to stop giving a start whenever Shadow approached her—and him to stop being so suspicious—but these days the two had made their peace. Allie’s eyes met Valerie's with a pleading look, and Valerie's own expression darkened.

Glancing down the hall towards her own chambers, there was no sign of the rest of the prince's retinue, nor were there any of the castle guards. Valerie insisted none be posted outside her door now that she had Shadow; more to stop any eavesdropping than anything.

“Now that you're here, though… shall we?” The Prince continued, nodding towards the door. He let his arm slip from Allie's shoulders but kept it outstretched as he leaned on the wall, blocking Allie from making an easy exit. “Oooh,” he crooned as if a thought had just occurred. “Or is she meant to join us?” Valerie’s scowl deepened and Shadow's hackles rose quietly beside her.

“I think there must be a misunderstanding,” Valerie said, her tone clipped but polite. “I was just retiring to my chambers for the evening. Alone.” The prince's smile faltered, but quickly returned. He pushed off from the wall, reaching for Allie’s wrist.

“Ah, perhaps another time then, my Lady. Come along then, darling. Seems I'll be enjoying you by myself.” Seeing the way Allie flinched away from his touch, a rush of anger surged up in Valerie's chest. Anything she had found attractive about the brash young man had soured. He was nothing but a rake and a brat: too used to getting his own way to know when he wasn't wanted. As her temper rose, her eyes shot daggers at the impudent Prince.

“Allie, you can go,” she said carefully. “I’m sure Prince Sebastian can find his way back to the guest wing on his own.” The prince's tongue clicked irritably.

“Arrogant bitch,” he spat with a glare. “You think I don't know how many suitors have come and gone from this place?” He leaned closer, ignoring Shadow’s warning growl. “The stuck-up third princess of a backwater kingdom, and you think even your servants are too good for me, is that it?” He let his hand drop to his side, where it came to rest on the handle of a fine side sword he wore on his belt. It was an ornate, silver thing, but surely no less deadly for its ornamentation. Sudden fear poured into Valerie's righteous anger, and then several things happened at once.

Shadow became a dark blur at her side. Allie shrieked and stumbled backwards. Prince Sebastian howled in pain, and the taste of blood, bitter and inexplicable, blossomed on Valerie's tongue

Shadow's jaws were clamped around the young prince’s wrist.

The Prince choked off his cry and strained to draw the blade, but the beast's grip was firm. Disoriented by the sudden burst of foreign stimulus, Valerie was stunned for a moment, several heartbeats ticking by before she realized her own sensations were somehow blurring with Shadow's.

She could feel the sharpness of her—his—teeth and taste the trickle of blood, but she also sensed the restraint: Shadow's bite was hard enough to draw blood but he held back, enough to halt the threat, but no more. Valerie could feel him questioning, waiting for her instructions even as he skidded and snarled, keeping up his grip as the Prince fought in a growing panic to free his arm.

“Stop!” Valerie shouted, with authority that surprised even herself.

The entire scene froze. Both Shadow and the Prince turned their eyes towards her, and even Allie halted in her retreat.

“Prince Sebastian,” Valerie began, hiding the quaver in her voice. “If you need help finding your way back to your chambers, I am sure Shadow here could escort you.” Giving a glance to her familiar, she coaxed him into releasing the Prince's arm. “Otherwise, I will be retiring for the evening.” she finished, still eyeing him warily.

Sebastian snatched his hand back, nursing his injured wrist. A few flecks of blood splattered on the flagstones. He opened his mouth with a sneer but a growl from Shadow, made him think better of whatever he was about to say. Instead, he turned on his heel, skulking off down the hallway. Valerie let out a long breath as she watched him vanish around the corner. The hallway seemed to spin, the fading adrenaline and aftereffects of the strange melding leaving her drained and unsteady. Turning to check on Allie, she found the maid had already gone, taking the chance to slip away while the Prince was distracted. Shadow licked her hand gently, pulling Valerie back from staring down the empty hallway.

“Come on,” she whispered quietly, tugging open her chamber door. The lock bolt thudded behind them, the bed creaking as Valerie settled her weight onto the edge. Raising her hands, she found them shaking. Shadow nosed himself beside her, leaning against her legs and tucking his head beneath her elbow. Valerie gave a tired smile, stroking his neck. “Thank you,” she murmured. Not bothering to undress, she lay down, appreciating the comforting weight as her familiar clambered into the bed beside her, laying his head on her shoulder.

Even after the tension of the confrontation had eased from her limbs and the last of the day's light had faded from her chamber window, Valerie lay awake, staring at the darkened ceiling. Shadow rested his head against her, calm but always alert.

Valerie had never thought she would ever need Shadow to fulfill his intended role as a bodyguard. She didn't know if Prince Sebastian truly intended to draw his weapon on her, but she had been glad of Shadow's presence regardless. While it had obviously frightened her, she didn't think the cocksure prince would try anything else. The encounter rattled her in other ways though, shaking loose some of the comforting familiarity of her and Shadow's relationship. She could almost still taste the prince’s blood in her mouth, but even the sudden meld had been less disturbing than the realization Sebastian's actions had given her.

The Prince had the audacity to assume she would bed him then and there, and when she had refused, he intended to take Allie out of convenience, using his position to ensure she wasn't likely to refuse. Had she not been intending to do something similar, had her original plan for a human bodyguard not fallen through? Had she not done the same with Shadow? He had seemed, or perhaps even been, a simple and almost mechanical creature at first, but now she knew better. He had shown a personality of his own, and was obviously eager to serve as he had this evening, but Valerie still held all the power. She wasn't sure her commands, even subconscious ones, were something Shadow was able to refuse.

Sensing her distress, Shadow licked Valerie's cheek, but stopped immediately when she flinched away. His blue eyes, slightly luminous in the dark, stared with what looked like a worried expression, and some of the tension eased from her own face. “Sorry,” she murmured, laying her head back down and allowing him to comfort her. She stroked the fur of his neck in the dark. “I'm sorry.” As she settled back down, Shadow lay alongside her, keeping his nightly sleepless vigil up as she finally found sleep.

~

“Lady Valerie!” an aged voice called, startling Valerie from where she had been staring into a patch of flowers in the castle gardens. “Good to see you enjoying the pleasant weather as well.” The voice may have been familiar, but the surroundings were not.

Elric, the court physik, was making his way toward her. He was aided by a stout cane of polished wood that Valerie hadn't seen before, though as she thought about it, she wasn't sure she had ever seen the old alchemist outside of the castle’s halls before.

“Oh! Hello, Elric,” Valerie blurted, quickly collecting her thoughts. “I could say the same to you. I didn't expect to run into you out here.” The older man stopped on the path next to her, and Shadow trotted up to him. Elric offered a hand for him to sniff.

“Yes, good to get out of the old tower once in a while. I'm growing a few of my own ingredients in the garden as well, and came to check on them.” He gave a chuckle as Shadow licked his fingers and allowed himself to be scratched behind the ears. Hardly a trace of Shadow's initial distrust still showed when it came to Elric; Valerie had taken to visiting more often whenever she had questions about Shadow or other arcane matters, and she had quickly become rather fond of the old alchemist, to the point she felt silly being scared of the man as child. She sensed there was something not entirely truthful about his words today though. “Perhaps I might walk with you, my Lady?” he offered. Valerie accepted.

“You seemed lost in thought,” Elric spoke up as they rounded the corner of the path furthest from the garden gates. “Something to do with a young man whose hand I patched up last night?” Valerie looked away. “It wasn't that serious,” he assured her. “Though you'd not think so from the way he moaned about it. I'm not sure if it's any consolation, but he seemed rather embarrassed by it. Told me he cut it practicing fencing with one of his tutors, as if a rapier had teeth.” Valerie opened her mouth to explain, but Elric forestalled her with a raised hand.

“I'm not trying to press for details,” he reassured her. “That young man strikes me as a fool and a cad. I trust he deserved it.” The alchemist's eyes softened and he stopped to turn to her. “I just wanted to make sure you both were okay,” he offered, giving Valerie her space but running the back of his hand over Shadow's coat. Shadow looked up at Valerie from where he sat in between them. Her eyes glanced between him and Elric as she hesitated. The familiar lay down, pushing his head against Valerie's calf.

“I… we're fine. Thank you for the concern, Elric. Just gave me some things to think about when it comes to Shadow and I.” Elric nodded, but didn't seem satisfied with her answer. “I don't suppose my mother will be pleased that she's finally set up a marriage candidate, only for me to sic my familiar on him,” Valerie half-joked, trying to change the subject.

“If you ask an old bachelor, marriage is overrated,” Elric snorted. “Let alone to that puffed-up little prick.” Valerie blurted out a short laugh at the unexpected vulgarity. Elric let the conversation drop after that, though Valerie still felt it eating at her.

“I just…” she blurted before she could stop herself. It was easy to confide in the alchemist and she valued his insight, but it was often difficult to dance around her and Shadow's relationship. “I worry I've treated him too callously,” she said. “Having him serve me regardless of his own will.”

“You have a kind heart to worry about such things, Lady Valerie,” Elric chuckled. Shadow gave a soft whine and nuzzled Valerie's legs. Hiking her dress, she crouched down to pat him. “But I wouldn't concern yourself.” He smiled, watching the pair. “Shadow here strikes me as a creature who is exactly where he wants to be. You treat him well, and I think he does so in kind. I wouldn't be surprised if that were the reason the more arcane nature of your bond has progressed so quickly.”

Shadow pressed his head into her touch, and she felt some of the tension go from her shoulders as she sensed the truth in Elric’s words. While Shadow had always obeyed her wants without question, she had learned to read his own desires as well, though the stoic beast had a habit of hiding them sometimes. Watching him melt as she scratched his glossy dark fur, she felt the rest of her worries begin to ease. It also gave her an idea. When Valerie turned to thank Elric, she found he had busied himself examining a patch of herbs a short way down the path. With a soft smile, she called Shadow to heel as she made her way back into the castle.

~

Briefly, Valerie considered taking her evening meal in private and avoiding the dining hall: the dignitaries were likely to have been invited, and she had no interest in seeing the Prince after what had transpired the day before. Avoiding her mother’s glares was tempting as well, though eventually she conceded that making an appearance would do more to smooth things out with the Queen in the long term.

Valerie made a point of being punctual, entering the dining hall and allowing a servant to pull out the chair next to her mother. She weathered a stern look with a remorseful nod before settling into her seat. She would be due for a lecture, but for now, her mind was on other things. Shadow took up his customary place on the floor beside her, calm and alert. Further down the table, Prince Sebastian himself sat, pointedly avoiding looking in Valerie's direction. His hand was bandaged to a comical degree, and he frowned as he moved to pick up a utensil with it, then hesitated. Was this really the sort of man I wanted to marry? Valerie thought. He looked like a petulant child as he wavered, then called a servant over to cut his meat.

Beside her, Shadow’s ears twitched: a subtle sign, but coming from Shadow, it caught Valerie's attention. He didn't seem to sense a threat, so she reached her hand down, placing her palm on the back of his neck to soothe him. As she did, she felt a small mental hum, like a conversation behind a closed door too indistinct to make out. She pulled her fingers back and the sensation faded, but she recognized the feeling. Whatever that burst of connection had been when Shadow attacked Sebastian, it seemed to have left something open behind it. Glancing quickly about to ensure she wouldn't make a scene, she reached for that feeling again as she sank her fingers back into his fur.

She braced for a flood of sensation, but the feelings were dull and indistinct: it was like trying to peer into a rippling stream, while before she had been dunked head-first. Her senses themselves were unchanged: she could still see the dining hall, hear the clinking of plates and soft conversation, but there was a foreign emotion she couldn't quite decode. The feeling intensified when Valerie made another glance toward Sebastian. Valerie pulled on that feeling, though how exactly she was doing it, she wasn't sure. Anxiety. Questioning. The tightening in her chest felt no different from her own: just without an apparent cause. She looked down at Shadow. He kept his posture stoic and alert, not betraying the emotions she sensed in him. She gave him a little scratch behind the ears, and some of that feeling eased.

Across the room, Sebastian was sullenly stabbing at his meal with a fork in his off hand. She tried to bring herself to feel sorry for him, but couldn't manage it. She pushed the feeling towards Shadow. It's okay. You did the right thing. With that, the anxious feeling faded away entirely, replaced with something faint and familiar, if seemingly out of place. Was that… hunger? Valerie paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. Shadow kept his eyes forward at attention, but the feeling was unmistakable. As a familiar, the canine had no need to eat or even sleep, but Valerie had never considered he would even be able to. She lowered her fork, letting the connection fade as she selected a fatty piece and palmed it, slipping it beneath the table. She almost laughed when she felt Shadow solemnly take the piece in his mouth and swallow it reverently: it was a much needed bit of levity.

As Shadow's blue tongue snaked out to lick her fingers clean, it covered her amusement with a deeper warmth, reminiscent of the first time she had felt Shadow's tongue on her hand. Her lip curled against her teeth as she thought about that night. He had come a long way since then, and Valerie thought that she had too. She gave the loyal beast one last pat before returning to her dinner, feeling more assured than she had in a long time. She made her decision.

~

When Valerie and Shadow arrived back in her chamber for the night, she quickly shut the door, double checking the lock before letting out a shaky sigh and a shy smile. It was time. She drew the curtains while Shadow made his customary sweep of the room, and she lit candles and placed them on the desk. The summer sky would still be light, but she wanted this to feel special. The light was dim but warm, darkening the corners so it felt like this chamber was the whole world. Valerie surprised herself with the shakiness of her movements; it seemed odd to be so nervous about this after all they had done, but at the same time this was something more. It might be the closest she would ever have to a wedding night. Valerie turned to face away from her familiar, watching him through the silver dressing mirror. He sat, head slightly cocked as he watched her and her reflection as she began to undress.

Often, she would simply hike up her skirts to allow Shadow access, but not tonight. She didn't know if brides really made a show of things on their wedding nights, but it seemed the right thing to do. She had been naked with Shadow dozens of times, but Valerie still found herself blushing as she met Shadow's gaze in the mirror, watching intently as she undid the many laces before slipping the dress down from her shoulders. She stepped out of the garment, pausing a moment before moving on to her undergarments. Shadow's tail flicked once as she lifted the shift over her head, and Valerie caught a hint of telltale blue in the shade between his legs. She grinned.

“Come on.” Valerie eased herself onto the bed, laying back with her knees raised. Shadow hurried to follow, clambering onto the mattress before, head between her knees. His mouth hung slightly open showing vivid mouth and tongue that seemed to glow against his dark fur. He bent his neck, breath hot on her midriff as he inhaled her scent. Valerie shuddered with need and apprehension. “Wait,” she whispered, beckoning him closer. Obediently, the dog stepped forward, one flank brushing the side of her knee as he moved over top of her, front paws to either side of her chest.

Valerie’s gaze moved from his intense blue eyes and wet tongue to the impressive cock of the same shade that hung between his hind legs. Her own will had shaped it, shaped him without a conscious thought. A physical embodiment of her needs and the tool to sate them. Gods above, it's still intimidating though, Valerie thought to herself. Shadow's cock twitched as she stared, glistening and lined with darker veins. She moved one knee beneath him and brushed against its side, making it twitch again. It was hot and slick against her skin, enticing and alive.

Valerie pulled her gaze away with difficulty and closed her eyes, focusing on keeping her mind calm and blank. She craved it, and it was easy to command Shadow without thinking these days, but this needed to come from him. Instead, she took the loyal canine by the chin, guiding him closer as the connection from before began to buzz in her mind. Her breath caught, her sense of anticipation and arousal surging as her mind brushed Shadow's desire. Not just to please, as she had feared, but a need to feel her that was disorienting in its intensity. She fed her own desire back into the connection towards Shadow and felt it double, like shouting into a well until she gasped and Shadow whimpered. For a dizzying moment she didn't know where her senses ended and Shadow's began. She breathed her own scent as Shadow must have, and could feel the tingling rush it gave him.

Then, she kissed him.

Lips to his muzzle, she felt his tongue lick tentatively at her own, then push past her lips as she gasped in delight. Her cheeks warmed and she felt giddy as she wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, matching his intensity. The rush it gave her was almost paradoxical: she had felt his tongue in far more intimate places, and she couldn't believe they hadn't tried this already. At the same time, she hadn't been ready to see Shadow as, well, her lover.

Sharp teeth grazed her lips as she deepened the kiss, Shadow's long tongue sliding along nearly the full length of her own. Hot saliva pooled in her mouth and she had to be careful not to drool as she lost herself momentarily in the ecstasy of the kiss. Slowly, she sank back, Shadow's forceful kiss following until he loomed over her, pressing her head down against the pillow. Valerie opened her eyes and saw Shadow's were closed, looking reverent as he worked his jaw, careful not to hurt her as their tongues and teeth played together. Valerie shut her eyes and melted back into it, indulging in the rare moment of vulnerability from her familiar. She stroked his neck with both hands, pressing her knee gently against his twitching cock, dizzy with desire.

Finally, they broke away, breathless. Valerie stared up at the beast in wonder, then bowed her head. Shadow did the same, letting her cup his head in both hands and press their foreheads together. Their mental connection flared back in a rush, Shadow's hunger for her washing over her as he waited, not for her orders, but for agreement.

“Yes,” Valerie whispered, eyes still closed. “Yes Shadow, I want you too.”

As Shadow moved his hips into position, Valerie did the same. She pulled away to gaze up at him, taking in a sharp breath as Shadow's cock brushed against her inner thigh. Valerie didn't hesitate this time. It felt less as though she were losing something, but receiving Shadow fully for the first time, an indelible commitment to her lover, protector, friend and companion. Valerie nodded.

The tip of Shadow's cock pressed to her waiting lips. She sunk her fingers into the fur of his side, feeling the connection strengthen just before he pushed. Valerie gasped, eyes wild. For a single, blissful moment, she was both of them at once, feeling Shadow's cock enter her for the first time with Shadow's sensation of penetrating her layered overtop. He sank deeper. They held for a moment, his jaws slightly slack in a pant as he savored the moment himself before he began to thrust.

Valerie moaned, still reeling from the intensity of that moment as she let the connection blur away, focusing on her own body. Shadow pumped his hips slowly at first, her lips spreading around his shaft, her pussy welcoming the length like she was made for it. Or, more accurately, it was made for her. Pleasure surged with every thrust, new and familiar all at once. Valerie found herself gasping as the tip pushed deeper than anything she had felt, far deeper than his tongue or her fingers had ever been able to manage. More than that, there was a solidity to it, a delicious stretch as his cock pressed against her inner walls, filling her. Once she had her taste, all she wanted was more.

Faster, Valerie thought. There was no force of command behind it, but Shadow eagerly obeyed. He leaned in as he pushed his hips harder, building to a steady pace. His fur tickled against Valerie's thighs as she tightened them against him. She draped one hand over his neck, fingers sinking into the ruff of fur behind his head and let the other fall to the sheets below. She gripped a fistful of the fabric hard as Shadow made the pleasure surge, her hips bucking and back arching as she moaned. Her familiar's eyes held her gaze with intensity he often displayed. They narrowed as he increased the pace, and he let out a rare sound: a soft whine that slipped out almost tentatively.

Valerie raised her legs to either side until she could cross them over his hips, holding him to her like an embrace. She squeezed, pulling them tighter as she coaxed him deeper, faster. She was rewarded by Shadow's gaze losing some of its intensity, a quiet yip escaping his mouth. It was more reserved than her own open-mouthed gasps and moans, but she revelled in knowing Shadow was indulging in this just as much as she was. She had used her mouth and hands to please him dozens of times, and she got her own satisfaction from it, but there was something far deeper in the mutual pleasure, giving themselves to each other freely with neither in control.

Lost in the euphoria, Shadow's tongue was back in her mouth before she realized, ducking his head to kiss his master again. As soon as her mind caught up, she welcomed it eagerly. Greedily, she took the familiar's tongue deeper, running her own tongue along his and feeling the hot puff of his breath against her face. Valerie held his head in both hands, and all the while he continued to slam his hips down into her with increasing fervor.

Fuck…. God's above, Shadow… She couldn't speak, but continued to moan into his kiss, the sounds muffled by the relentless lap of his tongue. She pushed the words into their connection instead, and felt the sentiment echoed back from Shadow, impressions more than words. His hips worked furiously, making Valerie tremble as his cock slipped in and out. Shadow's rapid breath was the only sign of exertion: he seemed inexhaustible. Pulling his head closer, Valerie pushed her tongue past his sharp teeth, squeezing her legs around him at the same time. Being with him like this was utter bliss.

Shadow, I… She knew it in her heart, and this final step was a testament to it, but she still hesitated for just a moment to form the words. I love you, Shadow. As soon as they formed in her mind, she felt a sudden blush of warmth in her mind coming from both of them, and she didn't hold back. Fuck, Shadow… I love you… I love you, I love you, I… Valerie squeezed, ankles locking and core clenching as a climax overtook her. She pulled away from the kiss to bury her face in the crook of his shoulder, fur tickling her closed eyes. With each shaking breath she took in his unique scent: the expected animal musk and sweat of his exertion mingling with sharper notes of ozone and petrichor. She let him fill all her senses as she came.

Shadow trembled, slowing as Valerie’s body clenched around his cock, but he did not stop. Instead he pushed through gently, letting Valerie savour the moment. She did so gladly, riding out the climax as every thrust from Shadow buoyed it upwards, sustaining her pleasure for a few beats longer. Keep going, Valerie pushed towards Shadow as the grip of the orgasm began to slacken. Don't stop for me. Shadow listened, building his pace back up slowly as Valerie let her head fall back into the pillow. He licked her face as she relaxed, leaving her skin wet and her heart full.

Straightening, Shadow put on another burst of speed and Valerie gasped as the fading vestiges of her first orgasm gave way to the building promise of a second. Shadow’s thrusts took on an uncharacteristically frantic air and Valerie urged him on, to let her familiar indulge in her body, to let him be fuelled by his own desires in this. His white teeth gleamed, blue tongue flicking in and out as he panted, keeping his head steady and eyes fixated on hers. Valerie met her gaze, chewing her bottom lip against the furious pace he drove. Finally, she felt what she had been waiting for.

Valerie had seen Shadow's knot dozens of times, and knew well what it meant. She had felt it in her hands, against her lips and on her tongue, but she had never felt it inside her. A part of her was still daunted by that, but she pressed on, nodding. It began as a slight swelling at the base of Shadow's cock, but it quickly grew until it stretched her lips with every thrust, forcing Shadow to slow as he met resistance. Valerie's hands trembled as another climax began to mount just out of reach, until…

“Annh!” Valerie cried out a moan of pleasure and discomfort as Shadow pushed forward, and then faltered. The edge of his knot ground against her outer lips, but had finally swelled too large to push through. Shadow made a quiet whine, twisting his head and pushing one more time before hesitating.

“No,” Valerie whispered, cupping Shadow's chin and bringing his gaze back to her. “Don’t stop.” Neither of them had been supposed to end up this way, what Valerie and her familiar had become was unprecedented. Nothing had happened the way either of them expected things to go, but that hadn't stopped them yet. We'll make this work, she insisted. They were still learning each other, their needs, their bodies: they would learn together and keep learning, one step at a time. It's okay.

Shadow tried once more with a slow grinding motion. Valerie let out a moan, the pleasure surging back to her as Shadow's knot failed to push through, but instead ground against her clit, hot and throbbing with his need. There, like that! Valerie thought to him. Encouraged, her lover began to thrust again, ending each with a slow grind as he pushed his knot against her. Keeping one hand on his chin, she snaked the other down between their bodies, until she could reach between her legs.

Her fingers found Shadow's cock, impossibly warm and slick with her own arousal. She followed it with every methodical thrust, splitting her fingers around the narrower base to cup his knot against her palm. She could feel his heartbeat against her skin, and she squeezed gently, the way he always loved when she took him in her mouth. Shadow's whole cock twitched at that, and she did it again, massaging gently in time with his thrusts. Her familiar shifted one paw, letting his head hang lower as his eyes finally broke away from hers. He sped up, the knot becoming fully hard in her grip. She massaged him even as his shaft plunged into her slit, soaked and slick from her first climax. She pulled gently towards herself, urging him on to thrust faster, grinding harder against her clit. Cheeks red and sweaty, Valerie inclined her head, wrapping her free hand behind Shadow's neck bringing her lips to Shadow's ear. Trembling, she whispered the thing she needed most. The thing they both needed.

“Cum in me, Shadow.”

The words had hardly left her mouth when Shadow gave a final whine and thrust his hips against her. Valerie clenched hard on the length of his cock, his knot pressing tight against her clit as she squeezed in time with the involuntary spasms. Hugging him fiercely, she squeezed her eyes shut, jaw tight as a second surge of pleasure, even stronger than the first broke over her. Shadow's paws scrambled as he shifted, his cock grinding side to side, and Valerie could feel the pulse of his cum pouring into her, accompanied by a deep, blossoming warmth. For one blissful moment they seemed to be in utter sync, her pleasure becoming his and back again, ytheir shaking breaths and rapid heartbeats all blurring into one rhythm.

Then, slowly, they relaxed. Valerie released her grip, slipping her hand free as Shadow settled his weight down onto her, chin resting on her shoulder with his eyes barely open. Valerie embraced him with her other arm, savoring his comforting weight and warmth as they lay together in the dark of their room. Shadow's breathing slowed, and when she brushed her mind against his, she felt only a contended buzz. She smiled at that, slowly stroking her lover's head as she lay her own head back.

This had been what they were building towards. In a way, Valerie felt foolish for hesitating for so long: Shadow being the one to take her virginity—no, giving her virginity to him—felt like an acceptance of who they already were, rather than some profound step. In that, Valerie was glad she had waited until her heart and mind were in the right place. She knew now that she belonged to him as just surely as he did to her, a bond deeper than any that could have been possible with her own kind. The night hadn't been flawless, and yet it was still somehow perfect. Valerie reminded herself that this was not the capstone of their relationship, but only another beginning.

Running her fingers through her beloved’s fur, she caught herself, then did a double take that filled her with almost as much awe as it did amusement. Shadow's eyes had drooped fully closed, his breathing even and slow. She flicked one ear experimentally and Shadow twitched with a quiet puff of breath, but didn't stir: he was actually asleep. Valerie had thought it impossible for the familiar, but there was obviously still a lot they didn't know about each other. Strangely enough, Valerie found that thought comforting as she let herself carefully settle back down, not wanting to disturb him anymore.

It was her turn to lie awake, watching over him for at least a few moments. Thoughts of the future lingered at the edges of her mind: what this meant for her and for Shadow. The steady rising and falling of her lover's chest against her own kept them at bay. Whatever was to come, they would be together. Finding resolve in that, Valerie closed her eyes, letting Shadow's comforting presence guide her off to sleep for their first night truly together.


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u/TheTemporaryBarnacle — 4 days ago

Frank's Last Sow

Tags: >!Pig/F, kissing, musk, noncon, disgust, impregnation!<

Haley tapped her pen against her notebook in an impatient rhythm, one knee bouncing as she stared at the front of the class. Desperately, she tried to pay attention to the lecture. The college classroom felt too hot: her skin was flushed and sweat stuck her back to the cheap plastic chair. Late for class, she had dressed in a hurry in ill-fitting clothes, though that was most of them these days. A pair of jean shorts stretched tight and dug into her thighs, while her shirt rode up in the front, revealing a telltale roundness to her belly that seemed to grow by the day. Even her bra was too tight, and she practically spilled over the cups, the low cut of her shirt making that plain. That, combined with distracting and intrusive thoughts that hounded her made it impossible to focus. 

It was clear she wasn't the only one having trouble keeping their mind on the lecture though. Ethan in the desk next to her couldn't stop glancing her way. He had been her lab partner a couple weeks back and hadn't been able to take his eyes off her then, and his fascination seemed to be growing. A part of her wasn't surprised. His cheeks were red, and he shifted nervously in his seat. Haley could see the tent in his pants from where she sat, though he desperately avoided making eye contact. She adjusted her top, pinching the top of her bra and trying to shimmy her breasts a little lower. She saw Ethan turn even redder from the corner of her eye. A part of her wanted to be irritated, but an idea was forming in her mind.

She caught him in the hall outside when the lecture finally let out. 

“Hey,” she called, and he nearly jumped. She pulled him aside, leaning against a wall pasted over with faded veterinary posters. “I need your help with something. Come with me?” She watched his eyes roam up and down, lingering on her swollen belly and enlarged chest. He swallowed nervously and nodded.

Two months earlier…

"Oh, Fra-ank!” Haley called in a singsong voice, pounding her fist on the side of the wooden pen. She was answered by a low snort and a muted thud back. Peering over the edge, she gazed down at the pen’s single occupant.

The old boar gave a happy grunt at the sight of her, or perhaps just at the smell of the feed bucket Haley carried. She had to admit the old boar was looking worse for wear. He stared up at her with sunken, rheumy eyes, strands of mucus and saliva hanging from his snout and maw as he snuffled the air, showing brown teeth and lolling his slobbery tongue as he opened his mouth. His pale pink skin was splotched with black, and his back was covered in a fine layer of bristles, gone as grey and stiff as an old wire brush. On top of that, he was massive, not only in frame, but his pudgy pot belly wobbled with each step. Lowering his head, he butted against the edge of the pen, making the old wood rattle.

“Someone's hungry,” Haley laughed. Hoisting the bucket onto the edge of the wooden pen, she let it tip over, spilling the pail of feed topped with a layer of kitchen scraps onto the floor of Frank's pen. Only once the boar lowered his head to begin eating did Haley reach a hand down to give him an affectionate scratch along the thick rolls of his neck. She had a soft spot for the corpulent old swine, but even she knew better than to get between him and his feed.

Frank had been one of the first pigs Haley had raised, though growing up on her family's farm he was far from the last. Haley's father had been quick to spot his potential as a breeding boar, and so he'd been spared from castration. He turned out to be perfect for the role, with a knack for siring litters that were not only numerous, but shared his bulk. Through her adolescence and now into early adulthood, Haley could only remember a handful of times where the first prize market hog at the county agricultural fair hadn't been one of Frank's piglets. That wouldn't be the case this year, though. 

As the old hog had gotten on in years, he only became more cantankerous and difficult to control, particularly when he got excited. Haley had more luck than anyone else, but she wouldn't be around to help this year. As soon as the summer was over, she was leaving town to start a veterinary tech program at a college just over the state line. Seeing as the cranky old hog had more than earned his retirement with how much he'd helped business on the farm (and being far too old to be worth slaughtering anyways) Haley's father had agreed he could live out whatever years he had left in peace. 

A piercing squeal sounded from across the pig pens, and Frank lifted his head, strands of drool laced with half-chewed food hanging from his mouth. Ducking his head, he butted it against the sturdy gate Haley was leaning on, making her teeth rattle. 

“Whoa, big boy,” she soothed, bending down to give him a careful scratch between the ears once the big hog had calmed down. “She's not for you, old-timer,” Haley chided him. “It's about time you left some for the younger boars. Besides, those gilts are young enough to be your great-granddaughters, you old pervert!” she teased, giving the beast a firm pat on his fat neck. Frank stared longingly at the wall of his pen, snorting at the air before returning reluctantly to his meal. 

She watched him for a moment more before turning away. There was plenty left to do, and it seemed her father was going to squeeze every hour of her help he could before she left for college in a couple weeks. “I'm going to miss you, you old curmudgeon,” she mused as she turned from the pen and stooped to retrieve the feed bucket. Haley had only made it a few steps when there was a loud crash from behind her as Frank slammed his considerable weight against his pen.

“Hey!” Haley shouted at the boar as she spun on her heel too quickly.

Even in the heat of mid-August, the ground in and around the pig pens never lost its perpetual sheen of slick mud. Haley's foot slid sideways, skidding into an awkward half-split. She heard the sound of tearing fabric just before falling the rest of the way, landing on her back with a wet thud. Her head whipped back, the mud splattering her hair, though thankfully cushioning what could have been a bad knock. 

“Ugh, fuck me…” she groaned on the ground, half-dazed. Her overalls had split right along the crotch, splattering her inner thighs with mud. They had been an old pair from when she was in high school, worn thin and perhaps a bit too tight these days, though she liked to think she'd filled out in a flattering way since then. As she sprawled in the mud, she heard one of the gilts across the yard squeal, followed by a bang from behind her as Frank threw himself at the confines of his pen again. 

“Hey!” Haley barked, then winced at her throbbing head. She may have avoided a concussion, but she would still have a goose egg for certain. “Cut it out,” she muttered, a little quieter as she propped herself up. Frank squealed loudly and there was another crash, followed by a metallic ping as something landed in the mud next to her.

Haley’s brows knit as she tried to identify the small metal object. Her eyes widened when she realized what it was: the latch for the gate to Frank's pen, the bright gleam of a freshly-shorn edge glinting on the rusted anchoring bolt.

Shit.

The first lesson of pig farming was you never wanted to be on the ground with any livestock around. Haley tried to scramble to her feet in the mud, but it was only moments before the shadow of an enormous snout loomed over her head from above. Haley opened her mouth to scream, but could hardly make a sound before she found herself smothered. 

Frank's tongue pushed past her lips, filling her mouth with its bulk and cutting her scream off to a muffled gurgle. The big boar repositioned himself, spreading his jaws as his tongue pressed deeper in a mockery of a kiss. Haley gagged on it, the sudden violation of her throat as shocking as it was disgusting. Her teeth scraped along the rubbery organ as it swirled in her mouth, her jaw forced open just to accommodate it. Frank didn't seem to feel a thing: in fact, the old boar was grunting contentedly to himself as he explored Haley's mouth with his tongue. 

She didn't know what to do, or what the beast was after. What she did know was she needed to get away. Haley tried to twist her head away, but Frank only moved with her, the tip of his tongue battering the back of her throat and making her gag. She beat at him with her hands, but her fists found little purchase on his fat neck and chin. It felt like she was drowning. Saliva, thick with mucous poured into her mouth in a seemingly endless stream as she spluttered. Haley could taste the pig’s meal over the musty tang of his spit, chunks of half-chewed pellets and moldy onion skins washed into her mouth along with it. The overflow burbled out around her lips as she tried not to swallow, running in rivulets that covered her face and found their way into her ears and nostrils. She breathed through her nose, every gasp of air heavy with the stench of rancid breath and rotten teeth. It wasn't enough. 

Haley raised both hands, trying to throttle the beast if she couldn't shove him off of her. Her fingers sunk uselessly into the thick folds of his neck, and he simply grunted at her efforts. She didn't know one mouth could fit so much tongue: the bulk of it was enough to keep her jaw wedged open and still not allow a single gasp of air. The world seemed to narrow around her, and her flailing fists grew weaker until her arms dropped, landing either side of her head. Frank's tongue pushed deeper as Haley's jaw went slack, massaging her throat. 

From across the yard, one of the gilts gave a piercing squeal. With a grunt and an awful slurping noise, Frank pulled away, lifting his head in the direction of the noise: straight ahead. He smacked his chops and trotted forward after his real goal, hooves narrowly missing Haley's body as he walked over her. Haley gasped for breath as her mouth was freed, even as Frank's corpulent belly dragged across her face, smearing it with mud. That was greatly preferable to what passed across her face next, however.

Haley spat and groaned as something warm, slick, and pungent was smeared over her unprotected face. Catching the scent of the fertile gilts, Frank's prize tool had emerged from its sheath, snaking down into nearly half a meter of spiraling, porcine cock. Half-erect, the tip dragged, leaving a trail of pre-cum down Haley's brow, one eyelid, and over her lips. Her relief at it leaving her face was fleeting however, as it continued its journey down over her throat to her chest.

The tip of Frank's dragging cock snagged beneath the top seam of Haley's denim overalls. It was a hot August day, and while the coverage afforded by the overalls was non-negotiable, Haley had elected to just wear a plain white tank top underneath. However, like most of her clothing these days, both were a bit tight, and served to push her bust together even while laying on her back. As Frank's cock dragged across her chest, the tip of it plunged straight down between Haley's breasts. Unperturbed, the beast continued to move forward, his shaft squeezing deeper into her cleavage and the tip grinding against her stomach. Following behind were the boar's enlarged balls, heavy and wrinkled. 

The conventional wisdom was that pigs were among the more intelligent domestic animals, and  Haley had enough experience to determine that was broadly true. However, she also had enough experience to know that Frank was the exception, particularly when he caught the scent of a female. As such, when the big brute found his cock wedged someplace soft and warm, he didn't stop to wonder how he had gotten there: he did what he had been bred and raised to do. Convinced he had somehow mounted a female by accident, he made the best of the situation. 

Frank began to thrust, pushing his cock up and down between Haley's breasts. Having barely caught her breath, Haley was immediately smothered again by the old boar’s enormous, drooping sack enveloping her face. The pungent scent was overpowering, tainting what little air she managed to gasp around the boar's wrinkled scrotum. She nearly retched, the bitter musk like old sweat and acrid ammonia inescapable as the oily coating mixed with mud and muck was smeared over her face. Her lips felt wet and oily, and occasional foul-tasting chucks she didn't want to identify made their way into her mouth as she tried to breathe. Frank grunted happily, every thrust dragging his heavy balls across her face. Each was as large as her two fists together, pressing down on her face and knocking against each other as they swam in seemingly endless folds of wrinkled, musky skin.

His cock was hot and slimy against her chest, providing more than ample lube with the pre-cum constantly oozing from it. Fitting squarely through the valley of her breasts, she could feel the sinewy, spiral shape of it. It twitched like a living thing, the tip flopping back and forth across her stomach as if searching for a womb that wasn't there. Her skin and shirt were quickly soaked from within, sticky pre-cum filling her navel as the tip nearly reached down to the base. The tight overalls kept his cock flush with her stomach, ensuring she could feel the entire length sliding along her body. 

Haley beat her fists against the pig, her arms leaden and her blows useless. Finally, she was forced to give up trying to get Frank off of her and focus on trying to breathe. Her head swam, and she fumbled as she tried to shove the pig's sack away from her mouth and nose. With the sheer size and the increasingly frantic thrusting of Frank's hips, it was easier said than done. Finally, she was able to shove his balls upwards, holding them so they rested over her eyes, but freed her mouth and nose. 

Haley gasped greedily, the musky stench of Frank's balls making her nearly as woozy as being unable to breathe. Her chest rose and fell against Frank's thrusts pushing down on it as she tried to catch her breath. Blinded by the pig's sack and unable to move for being smothered again, her world narrowed to her other senses: cold mud on her back and warm pre-cum on her chest, the endless grinding of Frank's cock against her breasts and the oppressive stench of the swine’s virility filling her nostrils until she could hardly think. Whether it was the oppressive musk, or just the lack of oxygen addling her brain, or some latent enjoyment of being pinned down and rutted against, Haley didn't know, but she was dimly aware of her body growing hot. Her nipples had stiffened against her damp tank top, the constant massaging of her breasts also rubbing them against the fabric. Lower down, she could feel herself growing wet where the warm August breeze tickled her through the fresh split in her overalls.

Frank squealed, pushing himself harder as he tried to thrust deeper, still searching for a womb he wouldn't find.

“W-wait!” Haley managed to stammer, still having the presence of mind to want to resist even if her body wasn't so sure. She'd heard that sound enough times to know what it meant. She had to cup both his testes firmly in her palms to keep them from rolling down further as Frank thrust worked into a frenzy. Haley's breasts rocked up and down, dragged along then shoved back down with each wild thrust. His tip pressed down into her stomach, gliding on a thick coating of pre-cum. He shifted his hooves on either side, gave another squeal of delight, and then stiffened.

Pressed tight to her face, Haley could feel both of Frank's balls twitch and tighten in unison. An instant later, the first spurt of watery cum burst from the tip, spraying over her stomach. Haley’s chest heaved, mouth open as she tried to catch her breath. Frank grunted away, his balls continuing to pulse against Haley's face, each one bringing another burst of cum. The swine's seed coated her abdomen, soaking through her tank top and darkening the denim overalls on top. The most powerful reached even further, completely soaking her already wet underwear, wetting her thighs and trickling out through the hole in her overalls.

Mortified and violated, Haley lay still as she waited for Frank to release her, with nothing to do but grapple with what had just happened. Her skin down her entire front was warm and sticky with the pig's fluids, his cock still wedged between her breasts and twitching with fresh spurts of cum. She could feel it trickling all the way down between her legs, slicking her traitorously flushed pussy. Haley tried not to think about how a part of her had actually been aroused, shoving those feelings down and covering them with the much more reasonable feeling of embarrassment. 

While Haley might have been able to ignore that nagging feeling of arousal, Frank was not. The gilts he had smelled earlier had been put away, but now a new scent reached his sensitive nostrils, even through the thick layer of his own seed: that of a fertile sow ready to breed right under his own nose. 

Haley sighed with relief as Frank began to awkwardly backpedal, making as if to dismount his strange mate. Her relief was tainted as the boar's cock –still twitching and disgorging ropes of cum– was freed from her top and dragged back across her face, forcing her to close her eyes once more as fresh bursts splattered over her eyelids and into her mouth. Sputtering and trying to clear it away with a curse, she was too distracted to notice Frank rounding on her again until it was too late. 

“What– wait, no!” she yelped as she opened her mouth to see Frank standing below her, his massive head between her thighs. She tried to snap her legs closed, but it was too late: they simply knocked against the side of his head as he thrust his snout towards her waiting pussy.

Frank's thick tongue shoved aside the band of the panties blocking the entrance. Pushing past lips already coated in his seed, he probed deeper. He was rewarded with a tight, warm canal, already wet and rich with the taste of a sow in heat. Haley moaned as the boar's tongue thrust inside, twitching and probing: tasting her. It was as long as a man's cock and twice as thick, and she momentarily forgot herself to the sudden unexpected pleasure of the squirming muscle. That was all the opportunity Frank needed.

Hauling his bulk forward with surprising speed, his round belly caught Haley's legs, lifting them up and turning her hips to the perfect angle. Even the differences in anatomy were no match for Frank's extensive experience breeding sows, and his cock found Haley's slit immediately. Her eyes went wide, her mouth open but no sound escaping as his first thrust filled her completely, deeper than anything she had ever felt. With his shaft still slick with cum, her pussy offered no resistance, and his cock began to twitch and swell back to its full size even as he thrust.

“Oh God,” Haley groaned, stunned as Frank’s inhuman cock pistoned in and out. This can't be happening! She couldn't shove him off, couldn't do anything but watch and feel as Frank did what he had been born to do, treating his owner like just another sow to be bred. A small, deep part of Haley wondered if he was even wrong to do so. The fat, porcine cock filling her made her legs shudder, a pleasure that was almost foreign in its intensity radiating with every thrust. The spiral shape felt like it was twisting inside her, shaping her pussy to the perfect receptacle while the tip sought out her womb to fill with his seed.

Happy grunting sounded in her ear, her own shocked moans of pleasure not sounding too far off. Unconsciously, her legs tightened around the boar’s belly. Frank shifted, tucking one of his front legs behind Haley's shoulder and locking her in place. 

“Fuck, it's deep…” she groaned, feeling a twinge of pain seep through the pleasure as the Frank finally found her cervix, the tip bumping against it with every thrust. Every thrust swung the boar’s massive balls against her ass, hitting with a loud slap and enough force to make her upraised thighs quiver. Frank grunted and squealed, ropes of drool falling down to splatter on Haley’s face as he tossed his head in animal ecstasy, the weight of his thrusts pushing her deeper into the mud. The pain faded, soon washed away completely by the inescapable pleasure of the pig cock rearranging her insides. Haley fought the rising well of lust inside her, but she knew it was a losing battle. 

“Wait… s-slow down!” Haley pleaded, as if a more reasonable request would make the dumb animal any more willing and able to listen. She could feel the pleasure building with every pounding blow off the pig's body, full balls crashing against her and the pointed tip pushing against her stomach as it sought an ever-deeper conquest. Instead, Frank put on another burst of speed, trotters skidding in the mud. Haley squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn't ready to cum, to be reduced that much further towards a sow herself by giving in fully to being bred by this pig. Frank's relentless lust and her own traitorous body didn't give her a choice. 

Eyes still shut, she felt herself slip over the edge. Her mouth fell open, sucking in a gasp as her legs trembled against the pig's round belly. Her fingers curled, balling into fists as they failed to find purchase on his bristly hide. Then, waves of bliss as the orgasm crested, rippling through her body with every sloppy thrust and flooding her mind with pleasure as she spasmed and clenched around his cock.

That seemed to be what Frank was waiting for. With a delighted squeal he slumped forward, letting his weight carry him deeper through that last impossible inch. Haley’s eyes shot open as she felt the narrow tip of Frank's cock slip even deeper, wedging open her cervix to breach her womb. She didn't have time to feel shame at being claimed so utterly, not even to feel the stinging stretch of a violation her body wasn't made for, because the moment he penetrated her fully, Frank came. 

His whole cock flexed, throbbing as the first spurt of slimy cum burst directly into her womb. It was so forceful that Haley could feel it spraying, the burst subsiding before being followed by another, then another. The steady pulse of it filled her stomach with warmth, and soon with just the sheer volume of his seed. Frank grunted and shuddered, his spiral cock twisting inside her clenching pussy, but the fit was so tight that only the faintest trickle of cum escaped around his shaft.

Feeling the pulse of his seed filling her, Haley came again, or maybe she was still cumming: she didn't know. All rational thought had fled for the moment, sparing her the shame and letting her body soak up the base ecstasy of being utterly bred. She moaned open-mouthed in the mud, barely able to breathe with the weight of Frank's belly pushing down on her. The pulse of the boar's climax seemed endless, balls throbbing against her ass and cock twitching inside her. Every one caused Haley to clench uncontrollably, another ripple of pleasure running through her. Swine cum painted, then filled, then flooded her womb, but still it didn't stop. She felt the stretch only at a dull, satisfying ache, a pleasant fullness as her stomach bulged against the flab pushing down on her. 

Slowly, the intensity faded. Haley let her breathing slow and her limbs and head fall back into the mud. The pulse of Frank's cum slowed the rush of each fading from a spike of pleasure to a sense of tired satisfaction. The substance of it changed to, the last few spurts emerging thick, curdled and gelatinous. Vaguely, the conscious part of Haley's brain recognized it from her years of pig breeding as the plug that kept the sow’s womb full until the copious sperm could do their job. She had seen it dozens of times: now she was that sow. 

When Frank finally stood, his limp cock slipped from Haley's with an obscene squelch, followed by barely a trickle of his cum. He paid no mind to his semiconscious mate as she lay blinking dumbly up at the sun, her mind trying to process what had happened as her sense of humanity struggled to reassert himself. Instead, more satisfied than he had even been in his long breeding career, he trotted obediently back to his pen for a nap. 

Two months later…

“I'm not sure we should be using lab equipment for this,” Ethan whined. “Shouldn't you just go see a doctor?” Haley shot him a glare, laying down on the uncomfortable lab bench. She had positioned herself so he could get a good view down her tight top in case he needed more motivation. Despite his complaining, he obligingly set up the machine. Haley lifted her shirt, letting him be the one to spread the cool gel over her round stomach. The scrawny pervert seemed just as fascinated with it as he did her growing chest, so she let him have it. His hands shook, but the tent in his pants was obvious.

“Just turn it on and have a look,” she insisted. “It'll be good practice.” She took him by the wrist, guiding his hand to place the ultrasound emitter against her skin. She could see the screen from her angle, but she turned away all the same. A part of her still insisted that her fears were irrational: she tried not to think about that day with Frank in the mud, but at least she had biology on her side: cross-species fertilization was impossible. Of course, the alternative wasn't much more likely: she hadn't been with anyone in months.

“We haven't really used these much…” Ethan complained, moving the handle up and down her belly. “I don't… oh… oh wow…” Haley sat up sharply.

“Is it…” she steadied herself. “Does it look…normal?” She asked. Human, she meant. 

“It, uh… well, they…” Ethan stammered. They? Haley thought. Finally, he just turned the screen around so she could see. 

Haley’s breath caught. She glanced down at her stomach, then back to the display. The shape was grainy on the ultrasound, but unmistakeable. A tiny piglet curled in black and white, nestled inside its fetal sac. Her heart sank, but Ethan wasn't done. The view of her full womb shifted as Ethan moved the wand, revealing another, then another. Her cheeks burned in shame and confusion as the ultrasound revealed at least a dozen little piglets growing inside her: Frank's final litter of prizewinners.


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u/TheTemporaryBarnacle — 2 months ago

Frank's Last Sow

Tags: >!Pig/F, kissing, musk, noncon, disgust, impregnation!<

Haley tapped her pen against her notebook in an impatient rhythm, one knee bouncing as she stared at the front of the class. Desperately, she tried to pay attention to the lecture. The college classroom felt too hot: her skin was flushed and sweat stuck her back to the cheap plastic chair. Late for class, she had dressed in a hurry in ill-fitting clothes, though that was most of them these days. A pair of jean shorts stretched tight and dug into her thighs, while her shirt rode up in the front, revealing a telltale roundness to her belly that seemed to grow by the day. Even her bra was too tight, and she practically spilled over the cups, the low cut of her shirt making that plain. That, combined with distracting and intrusive thoughts that hounded her made it impossible to focus. 

It was clear she wasn't the only one having trouble keeping their mind on the lecture though. Ethan in the desk next to her couldn't stop glancing her way. He had been her lab partner a couple weeks back and hadn't been able to take his eyes off her then, and his fascination seemed to be growing. A part of her wasn't surprised. His cheeks were red, and he shifted nervously in his seat. Haley could see the tent in his pants from where she sat, though he desperately avoided making eye contact. She adjusted her top, pinching the top of her bra and trying to shimmy her breasts a little lower. She saw Ethan turn even redder from the corner of her eye. A part of her wanted to be irritated, but an idea was forming in her mind.

She caught him in the hall outside when the lecture finally let out. 

“Hey,” she called, and he nearly jumped. She pulled him aside, leaning against a wall pasted over with faded veterinary posters. “I need your help with something. Come with me?” She watched his eyes roam up and down, lingering on her swollen belly and enlarged chest. He swallowed nervously and nodded.

Two months earlier…

"Oh, Fra-ank!” Haley called in a singsong voice, pounding her fist on the side of the wooden pen. She was answered by a low snort and a muted thud back. Peering over the edge, she gazed down at the pen’s single occupant.

The old boar gave a happy grunt at the sight of her, or perhaps just at the smell of the feed bucket Haley carried. She had to admit the old boar was looking worse for wear. He stared up at her with sunken, rheumy eyes, strands of mucus and saliva hanging from his snout and maw as he snuffled the air, showing brown teeth and lolling his slobbery tongue as he opened his mouth. His pale pink skin was splotched with black, and his back was covered in a fine layer of bristles, gone as grey and stiff as an old wire brush. On top of that, he was massive, not only in frame, but his pudgy pot belly wobbled with each step. Lowering his head, he butted against the edge of the pen, making the old wood rattle.

“Someone's hungry,” Haley laughed. Hoisting the bucket onto the edge of the wooden pen, she let it tip over, spilling the pail of feed topped with a layer of kitchen scraps onto the floor of Frank's pen. Only once the boar lowered his head to begin eating did Haley reach a hand down to give him an affectionate scratch along the thick rolls of his neck. She had a soft spot for the corpulent old swine, but even she knew better than to get between him and his feed.

Frank had been one of the first pigs Haley had raised, though growing up on her family's farm he was far from the last. Haley's father had been quick to spot his potential as a breeding boar, and so he'd been spared from castration. He turned out to be perfect for the role, with a knack for siring litters that were not only numerous, but shared his bulk. Through her adolescence and now into early adulthood, Haley could only remember a handful of times where the first prize market hog at the county agricultural fair hadn't been one of Frank's piglets. That wouldn't be the case this year, though. 

As the old hog had gotten on in years, he only became more cantankerous and difficult to control, particularly when he got excited. Haley had more luck than anyone else, but she wouldn't be around to help this year. As soon as the summer was over, she was leaving town to start a veterinary tech program at a college just over the state line. Seeing as the cranky old hog had more than earned his retirement with how much he'd helped business on the farm (and being far too old to be worth slaughtering anyways) Haley's father had agreed he could live out whatever years he had left in peace. 

A piercing squeal sounded from across the pig pens, and Frank lifted his head, strands of drool laced with half-chewed food hanging from his mouth. Ducking his head, he butted it against the sturdy gate Haley was leaning on, making her teeth rattle. 

“Whoa, big boy,” she soothed, bending down to give him a careful scratch between the ears once the big hog had calmed down. “She's not for you, old-timer,” Haley chided him. “It's about time you left some for the younger boars. Besides, those gilts are young enough to be your great-granddaughters, you old pervert!” she teased, giving the beast a firm pat on his fat neck. Frank stared longingly at the wall of his pen, snorting at the air before returning reluctantly to his meal. 

She watched him for a moment more before turning away. There was plenty left to do, and it seemed her father was going to squeeze every hour of her help he could before she left for college in a couple weeks. “I'm going to miss you, you old curmudgeon,” she mused as she turned from the pen and stooped to retrieve the feed bucket. Haley had only made it a few steps when there was a loud crash from behind her as Frank slammed his considerable weight against his pen.

“Hey!” Haley shouted at the boar as she spun on her heel too quickly.

Even in the heat of mid-August, the ground in and around the pig pens never lost its perpetual sheen of slick mud. Haley's foot slid sideways, skidding into an awkward half-split. She heard the sound of tearing fabric just before falling the rest of the way, landing on her back with a wet thud. Her head whipped back, the mud splattering her hair, though thankfully cushioning what could have been a bad knock. 

“Ugh, fuck me…” she groaned on the ground, half-dazed. Her overalls had split right along the crotch, splattering her inner thighs with mud. They had been an old pair from when she was in high school, worn thin and perhaps a bit too tight these days, though she liked to think she'd filled out in a flattering way since then. As she sprawled in the mud, she heard one of the gilts across the yard squeal, followed by a bang from behind her as Frank threw himself at the confines of his pen again. 

“Hey!” Haley barked, then winced at her throbbing head. She may have avoided a concussion, but she would still have a goose egg for certain. “Cut it out,” she muttered, a little quieter as she propped herself up. Frank squealed loudly and there was another crash, followed by a metallic ping as something landed in the mud next to her.

Haley’s brows knit as she tried to identify the small metal object. Her eyes widened when she realized what it was: the latch for the gate to Frank's pen, the bright gleam of a freshly-shorn edge glinting on the rusted anchoring bolt.

Shit.

The first lesson of pig farming was you never wanted to be on the ground with any livestock around. Haley tried to scramble to her feet in the mud, but it was only moments before the shadow of an enormous snout loomed over her head from above. Haley opened her mouth to scream, but could hardly make a sound before she found herself smothered. 

Frank's tongue pushed past her lips, filling her mouth with its bulk and cutting her scream off to a muffled gurgle. The big boar repositioned himself, spreading his jaws as his tongue pressed deeper in a mockery of a kiss. Haley gagged on it, the sudden violation of her throat as shocking as it was disgusting. Her teeth scraped along the rubbery organ as it swirled in her mouth, her jaw forced open just to accommodate it. Frank didn't seem to feel a thing: in fact, the old boar was grunting contentedly to himself as he explored Haley's mouth with his tongue. 

She didn't know what to do, or what the beast was after. What she did know was she needed to get away. Haley tried to twist her head away, but Frank only moved with her, the tip of his tongue battering the back of her throat and making her gag. She beat at him with her hands, but her fists found little purchase on his fat neck and chin. It felt like she was drowning. Saliva, thick with mucous poured into her mouth in a seemingly endless stream as she spluttered. Haley could taste the pig’s meal over the musty tang of his spit, chunks of half-chewed pellets and moldy onion skins washed into her mouth along with it. The overflow burbled out around her lips as she tried not to swallow, running in rivulets that covered her face and found their way into her ears and nostrils. She breathed through her nose, every gasp of air heavy with the stench of rancid breath and rotten teeth. It wasn't enough. 

Haley raised both hands, trying to throttle the beast if she couldn't shove him off of her. Her fingers sunk uselessly into the thick folds of his neck, and he simply grunted at her efforts. She didn't know one mouth could fit so much tongue: the bulk of it was enough to keep her jaw wedged open and still not allow a single gasp of air. The world seemed to narrow around her, and her flailing fists grew weaker until her arms dropped, landing either side of her head. Frank's tongue pushed deeper as Haley's jaw went slack, massaging her throat. 

From across the yard, one of the gilts gave a piercing squeal. With a grunt and an awful slurping noise, Frank pulled away, lifting his head in the direction of the noise: straight ahead. He smacked his chops and trotted forward after his real goal, hooves narrowly missing Haley's body as he walked over her. Haley gasped for breath as her mouth was freed, even as Frank's corpulent belly dragged across her face, smearing it with mud. That was greatly preferable to what passed across her face next, however.

Haley spat and groaned as something warm, slick, and pungent was smeared over her unprotected face. Catching the scent of the fertile gilts, Frank's prize tool had emerged from its sheath, snaking down into nearly half a meter of spiraling, porcine cock. Half-erect, the tip dragged, leaving a trail of pre-cum down Haley's brow, one eyelid, and over her lips. Her relief at it leaving her face was fleeting however, as it continued its journey down over her throat to her chest.

The tip of Frank's dragging cock snagged beneath the top seam of Haley's denim overalls. It was a hot August day, and while the coverage afforded by the overalls was non-negotiable, Haley had elected to just wear a plain white tank top underneath. However, like most of her clothing these days, both were a bit tight, and served to push her bust together even while laying on her back. As Frank's cock dragged across her chest, the tip of it plunged straight down between Haley's breasts. Unperturbed, the beast continued to move forward, his shaft squeezing deeper into her cleavage and the tip grinding against her stomach. Following behind were the boar's enlarged balls, heavy and wrinkled. 

The conventional wisdom was that pigs were among the more intelligent domestic animals, and  Haley had enough experience to determine that was broadly true. However, she also had enough experience to know that Frank was the exception, particularly when he caught the scent of a female. As such, when the big brute found his cock wedged someplace soft and warm, he didn't stop to wonder how he had gotten there: he did what he had been bred and raised to do. Convinced he had somehow mounted a female by accident, he made the best of the situation. 

Frank began to thrust, pushing his cock up and down between Haley's breasts. Having barely caught her breath, Haley was immediately smothered again by the old boar’s enormous, drooping sack enveloping her face. The pungent scent was overpowering, tainting what little air she managed to gasp around the boar's wrinkled scrotum. She nearly retched, the bitter musk like old sweat and acrid ammonia inescapable as the oily coating mixed with mud and muck was smeared over her face. Her lips felt wet and oily, and occasional foul-tasting chucks she didn't want to identify made their way into her mouth as she tried to breathe. Frank grunted happily, every thrust dragging his heavy balls across her face. Each was as large as her two fists together, pressing down on her face and knocking against each other as they swam in seemingly endless folds of wrinkled, musky skin.

His cock was hot and slimy against her chest, providing more than ample lube with the pre-cum constantly oozing from it. Fitting squarely through the valley of her breasts, she could feel the sinewy, spiral shape of it. It twitched like a living thing, the tip flopping back and forth across her stomach as if searching for a womb that wasn't there. Her skin and shirt were quickly soaked from within, sticky pre-cum filling her navel as the tip nearly reached down to the base. The tight overalls kept his cock flush with her stomach, ensuring she could feel the entire length sliding along her body. 

Haley beat her fists against the pig, her arms leaden and her blows useless. Finally, she was forced to give up trying to get Frank off of her and focus on trying to breathe. Her head swam, and she fumbled as she tried to shove the pig's sack away from her mouth and nose. With the sheer size and the increasingly frantic thrusting of Frank's hips, it was easier said than done. Finally, she was able to shove his balls upwards, holding them so they rested over her eyes, but freed her mouth and nose. 

Haley gasped greedily, the musky stench of Frank's balls making her nearly as woozy as being unable to breathe. Her chest rose and fell against Frank's thrusts pushing down on it as she tried to catch her breath. Blinded by the pig's sack and unable to move for being smothered again, her world narrowed to her other senses: cold mud on her back and warm pre-cum on her chest, the endless grinding of Frank's cock against her breasts and the oppressive stench of the swine’s virility filling her nostrils until she could hardly think. Whether it was the oppressive musk, or just the lack of oxygen addling her brain, or some latent enjoyment of being pinned down and rutted against, Haley didn't know, but she was dimly aware of her body growing hot. Her nipples had stiffened against her damp tank top, the constant massaging of her breasts also rubbing them against the fabric. Lower down, she could feel herself growing wet where the warm August breeze tickled her through the fresh split in her overalls.

Frank squealed, pushing himself harder as he tried to thrust deeper, still searching for a womb he wouldn't find.

“W-wait!” Haley managed to stammer, still having the presence of mind to want to resist even if her body wasn't so sure. She'd heard that sound enough times to know what it meant. She had to cup both his testes firmly in her palms to keep them from rolling down further as Frank thrust worked into a frenzy. Haley's breasts rocked up and down, dragged along then shoved back down with each wild thrust. His tip pressed down into her stomach, gliding on a thick coating of pre-cum. He shifted his hooves on either side, gave another squeal of delight, and then stiffened.

Pressed tight to her face, Haley could feel both of Frank's balls twitch and tighten in unison. An instant later, the first spurt of watery cum burst from the tip, spraying over her stomach. Haley’s chest heaved, mouth open as she tried to catch her breath. Frank grunted away, his balls continuing to pulse against Haley's face, each one bringing another burst of cum. The swine's seed coated her abdomen, soaking through her tank top and darkening the denim overalls on top. The most powerful reached even further, completely soaking her already wet underwear, wetting her thighs and trickling out through the hole in her overalls.

Mortified and violated, Haley lay still as she waited for Frank to release her, with nothing to do but grapple with what had just happened. Her skin down her entire front was warm and sticky with the pig's fluids, his cock still wedged between her breasts and twitching with fresh spurts of cum. She could feel it trickling all the way down between her legs, slicking her traitorously flushed pussy. Haley tried not to think about how a part of her had actually been aroused, shoving those feelings down and covering them with the much more reasonable feeling of embarrassment. 

While Haley might have been able to ignore that nagging feeling of arousal, Frank was not. The gilts he had smelled earlier had been put away, but now a new scent reached his sensitive nostrils, even through the thick layer of his own seed: that of a fertile sow ready to breed right under his own nose. 

Haley sighed with relief as Frank began to awkwardly backpedal, making as if to dismount his strange mate. Her relief was tainted as the boar's cock –still twitching and disgorging ropes of cum– was freed from her top and dragged back across her face, forcing her to close her eyes once more as fresh bursts splattered over her eyelids and into her mouth. Sputtering and trying to clear it away with a curse, she was too distracted to notice Frank rounding on her again until it was too late. 

“What– wait, no!” she yelped as she opened her mouth to see Frank standing below her, his massive head between her thighs. She tried to snap her legs closed, but it was too late: they simply knocked against the side of his head as he thrust his snout towards her waiting pussy.

Frank's thick tongue shoved aside the band of the panties blocking the entrance. Pushing past lips already coated in his seed, he probed deeper. He was rewarded with a tight, warm canal, already wet and rich with the taste of a sow in heat. Haley moaned as the boar's tongue thrust inside, twitching and probing: tasting her. It was as long as a man's cock and twice as thick, and she momentarily forgot herself to the sudden unexpected pleasure of the squirming muscle. That was all the opportunity Frank needed.

Hauling his bulk forward with surprising speed, his round belly caught Haley's legs, lifting them up and turning her hips to the perfect angle. Even the differences in anatomy were no match for Frank's extensive experience breeding sows, and his cock found Haley's slit immediately. Her eyes went wide, her mouth open but no sound escaping as his first thrust filled her completely, deeper than anything she had ever felt. With his shaft still slick with cum, her pussy offered no resistance, and his cock began to twitch and swell back to its full size even as he thrust.

“Oh God,” Haley groaned, stunned as Frank’s inhuman cock pistoned in and out. This can't be happening! She couldn't shove him off, couldn't do anything but watch and feel as Frank did what he had been born to do, treating his owner like just another sow to be bred. A small, deep part of Haley wondered if he was even wrong to do so. The fat, porcine cock filling her made her legs shudder, a pleasure that was almost foreign in its intensity radiating with every thrust. The spiral shape felt like it was twisting inside her, shaping her pussy to the perfect receptacle while the tip sought out her womb to fill with his seed.

Happy grunting sounded in her ear, her own shocked moans of pleasure not sounding too far off. Unconsciously, her legs tightened around the boar’s belly. Frank shifted, tucking one of his front legs behind Haley's shoulder and locking her in place. 

“Fuck, it's deep…” she groaned, feeling a twinge of pain seep through the pleasure as the Frank finally found her cervix, the tip bumping against it with every thrust. Every thrust swung the boar’s massive balls against her ass, hitting with a loud slap and enough force to make her upraised thighs quiver. Frank grunted and squealed, ropes of drool falling down to splatter on Haley’s face as he tossed his head in animal ecstasy, the weight of his thrusts pushing her deeper into the mud. The pain faded, soon washed away completely by the inescapable pleasure of the pig cock rearranging her insides. Haley fought the rising well of lust inside her, but she knew it was a losing battle. 

“Wait… s-slow down!” Haley pleaded, as if a more reasonable request would make the dumb animal any more willing and able to listen. She could feel the pleasure building with every pounding blow off the pig's body, full balls crashing against her and the pointed tip pushing against her stomach as it sought an ever-deeper conquest. Instead, Frank put on another burst of speed, trotters skidding in the mud. Haley squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn't ready to cum, to be reduced that much further towards a sow herself by giving in fully to being bred by this pig. Frank's relentless lust and her own traitorous body didn't give her a choice. 

Eyes still shut, she felt herself slip over the edge. Her mouth fell open, sucking in a gasp as her legs trembled against the pig's round belly. Her fingers curled, balling into fists as they failed to find purchase on his bristly hide. Then, waves of bliss as the orgasm crested, rippling through her body with every sloppy thrust and flooding her mind with pleasure as she spasmed and clenched around his cock.

That seemed to be what Frank was waiting for. With a delighted squeal he slumped forward, letting his weight carry him deeper through that last impossible inch. Haley’s eyes shot open as she felt the narrow tip of Frank's cock slip even deeper, wedging open her cervix to breach her womb. She didn't have time to feel shame at being claimed so utterly, not even to feel the stinging stretch of a violation her body wasn't made for, because the moment he penetrated her fully, Frank came. 

His whole cock flexed, throbbing as the first spurt of slimy cum burst directly into her womb. It was so forceful that Haley could feel it spraying, the burst subsiding before being followed by another, then another. The steady pulse of it filled her stomach with warmth, and soon with just the sheer volume of his seed. Frank grunted and shuddered, his spiral cock twisting inside her clenching pussy, but the fit was so tight that only the faintest trickle of cum escaped around his shaft.

Feeling the pulse of his seed filling her, Haley came again, or maybe she was still cumming: she didn't know. All rational thought had fled for the moment, sparing her the shame and letting her body soak up the base ecstasy of being utterly bred. She moaned open-mouthed in the mud, barely able to breathe with the weight of Frank's belly pushing down on her. The pulse of the boar's climax seemed endless, balls throbbing against her ass and cock twitching inside her. Every one caused Haley to clench uncontrollably, another ripple of pleasure running through her. Swine cum painted, then filled, then flooded her womb, but still it didn't stop. She felt the stretch only at a dull, satisfying ache, a pleasant fullness as her stomach bulged against the flab pushing down on her. 

Slowly, the intensity faded. Haley let her breathing slow and her limbs and head fall back into the mud. The pulse of Frank's cum slowed the rush of each fading from a spike of pleasure to a sense of tired satisfaction. The substance of it changed to, the last few spurts emerging thick, curdled and gelatinous. Vaguely, the conscious part of Haley's brain recognized it from her years of pig breeding as the plug that kept the sow’s womb full until the copious sperm could do their job. She had seen it dozens of times: now she was that sow. 

When Frank finally stood, his limp cock slipped from Haley's with an obscene squelch, followed by barely a trickle of his cum. He paid no mind to his semiconscious mate as she lay blinking dumbly up at the sun, her mind trying to process what had happened as her sense of humanity struggled to reassert himself. Instead, more satisfied than he had even been in his long breeding career, he trotted obediently back to his pen for a nap. 

Two months later…

“I'm not sure we should be using lab equipment for this,” Ethan whined. “Shouldn't you just go see a doctor?” Haley shot him a glare, laying down on the uncomfortable lab bench. She had positioned herself so he could get a good view down her tight top in case he needed more motivation. Despite his complaining, he obligingly set up the machine. Haley lifted her shirt, letting him be the one to spread the cool gel over her round stomach. The scrawny pervert seemed just as fascinated with it as he did her growing chest, so she let him have it. His hands shook, but the tent in his pants was obvious.

“Just turn it on and have a look,” she insisted. “It'll be good practice.” She took him by the wrist, guiding his hand to place the ultrasound emitter against her skin. She could see the screen from her angle, but she turned away all the same. A part of her still insisted that her fears were irrational: she tried not to think about that day with Frank in the mud, but at least she had biology on her side: cross-species fertilization was impossible. Of course, the alternative wasn't much more likely: she hadn't been with anyone in months.

“We haven't really used these much…” Ethan complained, moving the handle up and down her belly. “I don't… oh… oh wow…” Haley sat up sharply.

“Is it…” she steadied herself. “Does it look…normal?” She asked. Human, she meant. 

“It, uh… well, they…” Ethan stammered. They? Haley thought. Finally, he just turned the screen around so she could see. 

Haley’s breath caught. She glanced down at her stomach, then back to the display. The shape was grainy on the ultrasound, but unmistakeable. A tiny piglet curled in black and white, nestled inside its fetal sac. Her heart sank, but Ethan wasn't done. The view of her full womb shifted as Ethan moved the wand, revealing another, then another. Her cheeks burned in shame and confusion as the ultrasound revealed at least a dozen little piglets growing inside her: Frank's final litter of prizewinners.


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The Brides' Sanctuary Part 6-2

Continued from Part 6-1


“That was perfect,” Alensa breathed, finally able to look away. As the rest of the brides turned back to the feast, the change in atmosphere was palpable. Conversation took on an air of hushed excitement, each bride wondering who would be welcomed back next, and each longing for their own mates to appear. They all could hear the muffled cries of pleasure that began from the two rooms on opposite sides of the corridor. Both couples had obviously wasted little time, and seemed to be competing in the volume of their ecstasy. The twins drank it in, feasting on the expectant atmosphere as much as they did on the food.

“So?” Talenra asked, nudging her sister. “Who's next? Mahra, you think?” Alensa considered for a moment.

“I think you’re right,” she nodded. “That mate of hers isn’t the patient type.” The tense minutes ticked by, but the twin’s guess was proven wrong when the Prince of Scattered Feathers made a surprising appearance. The lithe feline did not announce himself brashly like the larger cats had, but slipped nimbly and silently through the crowd. Moments later, he re-emerged with Reass in tow. They moved together gracefully, the serval slipping around and even between his mate’s legs as she glided and spun, a laugh on her lips. The twins glanced at each other, confused and more than a little disappointed after the powerful display of dominance from the first two felines.

Alensa narrowed her eyes. Still, there was something sensual about their movements: almost like a dance. She could see the Prince’s sleek fur brush against Raess’s bare hips and thighs as he moved, her own hands trailing on the feline’s neck each time he moved past. She found herself grudgingly impressed at the fluidity of the pair: anticipating each other's movements flawlessly in a display of deep connection. A few of the brides even cheered for the retreating couple and their strange dance as they left for their chamber.

As expected, the Lord of Falling Dusk was not long in making an appearance. The remaining group had just settled back into the rhythm of the feast when a shadow peeled away from the dusk. The jaguar pounced upon Mahra, toppling her to the ground beneath his paws. She whooped in delight as she hit the grass, kicking her feet girlishly in stark contrast to the jaguar’s deadly jaws that closed in on her. Gold eyes and a pink tongue were the only flashes of color on the feline’s body as he held her, trailing long licks over Mahra’s exposed breasts and up her throat. Rather than push him off, the woman wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him up to her mouth for a proper kiss. Before she could, however, the jaguar released her and turned to dash away. With a broad grin on her face, Mahra leapt up and pursued without sparing a backward glance.

“That was more like it,” Talenra murmured to her sister. Her pulse quickened, the latest display stoking the fire in her that had started to wane. Her body burned for her own mate’s touch, but for now she would enjoy each and every display the others had in store for them.

As the group began to shrink, the girls’ felines appeared more and more frequently, until they came for their brides almost back-to-back, each in their own way. Without any signal the other brides could hear or see, Denia suddenly looked up at where the Lord of Solemn Peaks was waiting for her, perched up on the balustrade of the upper level. The cougar dropped down in a graceful leap as Denia made her way to him, brushing against his side. With her back turned, the light of the dying lamps still illuminated the faintest scratches that lined her back.

“I think it’s time for a new set, don’t you?” Denia murmured as she stroked her mate’s back all the way down to his tail. She didn’t seem to mind that the others heard as she followed him off to their room.

A sudden moan from Tahlin alerted them that the Prince of Biting Winds had arrived for his mate. The cheetah had crept up behind her while everyone was distracted, and took his chance when Tahlin stooped to retrieve her empty plate. In the boldest display yet, the cheetah had swept in to press his muzzle between her legs, giving a long, teasing lick. Only when her Prince pulled away did she stand back up, her cheeks red but making no move to hide herself. Talenra gave an approving whistle that made her blush further, and Tahlin bent to whisper something to the cheetah before moving hurriedly off. Alensa watched her go with barely-veiled jealousy.

As each bride disappeared for the night, the chorus of growls, moans, roars, and creaking furniture rose, until the twins were left alone in the dark of the fading lanterns, surrounded by the delicious soundscape on all sides. Closing her eyes, Alensa could picture each and every one of them, making a game in her head of trying to match the sounds she heard to the respective pairs making them.

“Come on,” Talenra whispered, pulling her from her reverie. She stood and offered a hand to her sister. “If I wait here any longer, I’ll leave a puddle. It’s our turn!”

Alensa took her sister's hand with a grin.

The leopard Lords’ chamber was dim and quiet when they arrived. Alensa set about lighting the room, while Talenra strolled into the empty space, looking about.

“My Lord?” Alensa called, joining her sister in the middle of the empty chamber. The shout rang hollow, the echoes quickly lost beneath the muted cacophony of sounds from the nearby chambers. The two leopards were nowhere to be seen. The sisters looked at each other and shrugged.

Talenra sat on a low bench as she waited, but Alensa couldn't keep still. Filled with restless energy, she paced back and forth on the empty floor. This wasn't how the day was supposed to go. From their spying session that morning and the missed opportunity to satisfy themselves and their mates, to the day spent apart admiring and fantasising about the other brides and their feline partners, her anticipation had only built. She could feel the wetness on her thighs as she walked. Breath short and cheeks hot, she craved release for the arousal she'd been carefully developing all day.

Talenra wasn't doing much better. Though she remained still, her mind was just as restless as it ran through each of the day's indulgent sights. With her eyes closed, the sounds all around her seemed magnified, tormenting her with familiar growls and moans of pleasure. Unconsciously, one hand drifted to her inner thigh, fingers playing over her own body but not quite pleasuring herself. She heard her sister's footsteps stop next to her.

“They're not here,” Alensa announced obviously.

Talenra just grunted.

“Then let's go,” Alensa urged. Talenra's eyes opened as she considered this. “I can't wait here any more. We can look in on some of the others at least. I mean, just listen to them!” she added. Talenra was listening: all she could do was listen. Going out to spy would be a poor substitute for a night with their Lords, but from the sounds of things out there, the displays would be passionate.

“Alright,” Talenra agreed, reluctantly getting to her feet. “Who’s first then?” She joined her sister towards the back of the room where the loose stones lead to their secret passage.

“Definitely Mahra,” Alensa decided. “We almost never catch–” She stopped dead as something moved out of the shadows to block her path. “Oh! My… my Lord!” she squeaked. Talenra froze alongside her sister. The Lord of Watchful Boughs strolled forward and the pair backed away automatically. In the dim light, the leopard was a fearsome sight. His ears were pulled back, and he bared his teeth to give an angry hiss that made Alensa’s heart sink.

Behind them, another hiss echoed it as the Lord of Shading Leaves moved to block the other exit to the room. Talenra turned to face her own mate until the twins stood back-to-back in the centre of their chamber, facing their angry mates on either side. She opened her mouth, but the excuse she had been preparing withered in her mouth as she met her mate’s gaze. Instinctively they both shrank away until their backs pressed together. Neither of them thought the leopards would actually hurt them, but that meant little when faced with the Lords’ snarls of anger. As the two brides pressed together, their mates calmed slightly, staring as if expecting something. Tense seconds ticked by.

“How can I serve you, my Lord?” Alensa blurted finally. The only answer from her mate was a slight baring of his fangs. Talenra instead tried to read their posture. There was anger, but also expectation in the tense way each cat held himself. She might have been derelict in her duties at times, but she was still bonded with the Lord of Shading Leaves, and could read him with an almost supernatural understanding.

“They're watching us,” she mused softly. “They've seen us: spying on the others…” Talenra glanced over her shoulder at her sister. “I think… They want to watch us.”

“Watch us…” Alensa started, taking a moment to parse Talenra's meaning. “Watch… us together?” she hissed. “We can't…how…?” Her eyes darted back to her own mate, reading his expression. For all their flaunting of the monastery's rules and how they admired the other brides and their felines, both of them knew their bodies were for their own mates alone. Watching each other was one thing, but they had never gone so far. It just wasn't done, and yet it made a certain kind of sense. They had broken the monastery’s rules for their own voyeuristic pleasure at the expense of their mates: now that would be made to do it for the leopards’ pleasure.

The Lord of Shading Leaves gave a warning growl, and both sisters hurried to obey after only another moment of hesitation. Responding to her mate, Talenra made the first move. Turning to face her sister, she drew close, running her hands in a parallel sweep up from Alensa’s thighs and over her hips to rest at her waist. Alensa still looked uncertain, chewing her lip before hardening her resolve.

Holding her sister's gaze, Alensa couldn't stop from reddening as she returned the loose embrace. There was nothing held back between them: no secrets and certainly no shame. She had seen every part of her twin's body, heard every moan of delight she made and watched eagerly as the Lord of Shading Leaves mated with her time and again. Talenra had done the same of course, but she had never felt her sister's gaze a fraction as intensely as she felt the watchful eyes of both the leopards.

“Keep going,” Talenra encouraged as her mate’s snarl relaxed. Alensa surprised her by being the first to lean in and press their lips together. The kiss was soft, and she was taken aback by the tenderness. There were no sharp fangs to tease and prick at her own lips, and the tongue that met hers was tentative, warm, and smooth. It felt like minutes ticked by before Talenra drew back and opened her eyes. Alensa glanced away, embarrassed, looking instead at the Lord of Watchful Boughs over her sister's shoulder for signs of approval.

The leopard stared intently at them, burnished golden irises standing out in the dim light. His posture was relaxed, but she could still read the look of expectation in his eyes.

It's not enough,” she whispered.

Talenra took the lead this time. Coming back together, she moved to the side, pressing her lips to Alensa’s collarbone. She slipped her arms beneath her sister's, running one palm down from her shoulder to glide over her right breast. Alensa gasped as she squeezed, the nipple turning stiff beneath her fingers as she teased and then released, over and over. She let her other hand trail down Alensa's back, cupping her sister's ass and massaging it so her fingers dug in slightly, advertising her softness. As she did, she turned them both in a slow half-circle, making sure both their mates got a chance to see her from each side.

Alensa stiffened at first out of surprise, but forced herself to relax. If this was the punishment her mate demanded, she could handle a little embarrassment. Besides, it seemed to be working. It felt a little strange to see the Lord of Shading Leaves watching her just as hungrily as her own mate was, but both the leopards seemed to be enjoying the show. They both had begun to pace restlessly, moving back towards each other now that their human partners understood the message, and no longer needed to be surrounded. It reminded her though that this wasn't her punishment alone.

Swallowing her hesitation, she rounded on Talenra, turning to place her sister in front. From here, she hugged her sister from behind, sweeping both hands up her sides to her breasts. Talenra made a small squeak of surprise, but Alensa wasn't finished. Pressing her own chest to Talenra's bare back, she squeezed and messaged her sister's breasts, teasing at the nipples as she lifted and pushed them together. It was her turn to be surprised when Talenra grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand down between her own legs.

With her arm wrapped around a body identical to her own, the familiarity of the position brought a strange cognitive dissonance. Her fingers found Talenra's clit instantly, and a part of her found it strange not to be the one feeling the pleasure as her fingertip circled it. Already, she could feel Talenra was wet beneath her touch, and she surprised herself at how much she was enjoying it as well. The shame was still there, but she had to admit this new experience had an erotic thrill in the taboo. From the familiar quiet whines, Talenra was experiencing it to, if a bit more strongly. This wasn't about their pleasure, though.

“Are they liking it?” Alensa asked, unable to see from behind her sister.

Talenra could only nod in confirmation, her voice having deserted her as she gasped softly at her twin's touch. Both leopards watched eagerly, but her own mate was clearly enjoying the show the most. His jaws were slightly slack in a pant, showing flashes of white teeth and pink tongue. Turning as he paced, Talenra caught sight of another flush of color between the leopard's legs. Behind her, she could feel Alensa’s other hand drop from her chest, and start working its way between their bodies so she could pleasure both of them at once.

She was about to switch positions and guide Alensa to the front when the Lord of Shading Leaves broke away from his brother. Alensa released her as the leopard butted his head insistently against Talenra's hip, nudging them apart. Either he had decided that was enough punishment, or he couldn't stand the enticing show any longer. Whichever the case, Talenra moved to obey with a sense of urgency she hadn't felt since their first night together. A growl and nudge on the small of her back told her that her mate wanted her down on all fours. Obediently, she dropped to her knees on one of the rugs lining the stone floor.

“As you wish, M–” She was cut off by a heavy paw placed between her shoulders, forcing her to bend over. Talenra barely got her elbows beneath her before the Lord of Shading Leaves all but pounced upon her. As his weight settled onto her back, the claws of his right paw menaced at her bare shoulder, a frustrated snarl sounding from deep in the beast’s throat. It seemed her punishment was not over yet. When the leopard slammed his hips into position, he found his bride ready and eager for whatever he saw fit to dole out. His cock slid easily into her waiting slit, already wet and needy from her sister's attention earlier. Talenra breathed sharply in surprise at the sudden penetration, then let it out in a long moan.

Alensa watched transfixed as her sister was mounted. The view facing each other didn't let her see the leopard's cock entering her, but the mouthed-look of strained pleasure on her sister's face and the sharp report of fur striking flesh was enough. When the Lord of Watchful Boughs appeared at her side, she too dropped down on all fours, but kept her eyes straight ahead, unable to look away from her sister being claimed so passionately.

Her view was obscured as her mate stepped in front, growling softly as he stood perpendicular to her, his half-erect shaft hanging at her eye level. Alensa knew what to do and quickly obeyed, though even with her own mate in front of her she felt a pang of disappointment at not being able to watch. Stretching her legs behind her to lower herself, she craned her neck to reach her Lord’s waiting cock, pushing herself up on her elbows. She nuzzled delicately at the soft fur of his underbelly, letting her cheek play over the leopard's furred sheath and balls before trailing tiny kisses towards the tip. As she caressed him with her lips, she could feel his sheath swelling and hardening from within, his wet cock sliding past her cheek as it grew fully erect. Alensa moved to wrap her lips on the head of the shaft, but her Lord only allowed her to kiss and lick at him for a moment before he drew away, circling around behind her.

A warning growl told her to keep still and she did so, happy to be able to watch her sister being rocked in the throes of her mate's frustration and lust; if a rough mating was to be the last part of their punishment, then she certainly wouldn't complain. Alensa waited eagerly as her lover got into position behind her, automatically raising her hips for him. A firm paw pushed her back to the ground to lie prone, but the leopard still advanced. As his front paws settled into place alongside her shoulders, the beast brought his hips down, the tip of his cock wet with Alensa's saliva as it slid up her thigh. She only had time to think that it was an odd position before an eruption of pleasure stole her breath as he entered her quickly and fully. Alensa shuddered, chewing on her lip as her Lord held there, savoring the first thrust for a moment.

That moment stretched longer and longer. Just when she was sure her mate would pull back and thrust again, the leopard instead growled low and began to settle down. He brought both front paws to one side so as not to crush her, but his weight on her lower back and hips was more than enough to keep her pinned. The leopard yawned wide, not looking at his bride but instead settling into a relaxed position to watch his brother ravishing Talenra. All the while, he kept his cock firmly wedged inside his own mate's slit with no way for her to move.

“Oh,” Alensa breathed from beneath him, turning her incredulous gaze from her Lord to the spectacle in front of them. It seemed she hadn't seen the end of her punishment yet after all.

Talenra moaned through gritted teeth as the Lord of Shading Leaves slammed into her at a ferocious pace. His thrusts were smooth, each one finding the mark and driving home to the hilt before pulling back nearly to the tip. The crash of his hips against her ass resounded, and even with her slim frame she could feel the shock of each impact reverberate across her cheeks and down into her thighs.

Every thrust brought a rush of pleasure stronger than any Talenra could remember in a long time. Any discomfort at the rough treatment was something she could endure. It combined with the pleasure in a heady wave of sensation, leaving little room for coherent thought as it washed over her again and again. The speed and power the leopard put behind each thrust was exacting, but not cruel. He rarely had indulged in such passion and ferocity, but Talenra was meant for this. It was a reminder of her place: that no matter what she sought out to indulge herself, she would never find a greater pleasure than serving her mate's needs.

Alensa's cheeks were hot and her breath shallow as she watched, arousal growing and twisting inside her, begging to be satisfied. It occurred to her that for all her spying, she had rarely seen such intensity, and never this close. Alensa could hear not just the rhythm of their bodies colliding, but the Lord's sharp breath as it hissed over his teeth and Talenra's hands scratching at the carpet beneath her as she took it. She could see muscles moving beneath glossy fur, and the beauty of her sister's flushed face as it made a mask of overwhelming pleasure. Alensa had never had such a display, and been unable to do anything about it. Pinned in place by her own mate, she was caught in a tortuous state of unfulfillment. His cock filling her utterly should have brought bliss, but without any movement it only left her body in limbo, her mind screaming for just a little more.

When she couldn't stand it any longer, Alensa tried to squirm, to twist or push back on his cock and gain just a little more pleasure from him. All she earned was a growl, and the sharp pinpricks of his claws placed carefully on one shoulder. Alensa whimpered, but obeyed, looking back to her sister's display with deep-seated longing.

Talenra herself had only dimly registered that her sister was watching. If this was a punishment, it was far from a cruel one. Rather, it was a stern reminder of what their bond should be, could be without the distractions Talenra had allowed herself to be led astray by. Now her lover had made his presence so overwhelming to her mind and body that she had little room to register anything else, no choice but to be fully present with him. His soft fur gently brushing her back made a marked contrast to the sharp claws digging at her shoulder. She could feel the heat of the leopard's exertion rolling off of his body and pouring into hers, sweat damping her brow as she quivered under the onslaught of rapid thrusts. Talenra nodded to herself, not finding the breath to speak, but understanding what her mate was telling her. There would be time to make proper apologies and promises later. For now, she could show it with her body.

Talenra's trembling arms straightened, holding her shoulders up against the leopard's weight. Her hands and knees planted firmly against the jostling of her lover's desperate thrusts. Her body still rocked beneath the raw strength of his mating, but she pushed her body quickly back into place each time. She could barely keep up, even less as her Lord put on another burst of speed: either responding to her submission or just nearing his peak. Their hips crashed together, her Lord's balls striking her clit each time he reached the hilt. A low growl rose in the beast's throat: one Talenra recognised, but had never heard with such a feral edge as it sounded through his ragged panting. Claws tightened on her shoulder, and her pussy ached from the brutal pounding despite the waves of pleasure that dulled it.

Alensa watched rapt as the pair's intensity grew, until she wasn't sure how much more Talenra would be able to take. She knew her sister well enough to read the expression on her face. Talenra had to be teetering on the edge of a climax, but her knitted brows look of concentration told her she was holding herself back as long as she could. The Lord of Watchful Boughs must have been enjoying the show as well; for all his aloof posture, Alensa could feel his cock twitch and throb where he held it inside her. Forbidden from moving, she couldn't help clenching around his cock for the brief, tantalizing rush it brought. Her Lord didn't seem to mind. Each time she did, she could feel his cock twitch in answer, betraying his own eagerness.

“I'm sorry,” Alensa whispered, tearing her eyes away from the erotic scene to glance up at her mate. “I don't know how I could look elsewhere for pleasure when I had this right here with you.” Her voice shook from the teasing, but her words were genuine. Blindly, she stretched one arm to the side, finding one of her lover’s paws and placing her palm over top. As she twined her fingers between his claws, she gave it a squeeze. The leopard didn't look at her, though his ears twitched at the sound of her voice and she felt his paw tighten against her hand. Instead he rolled his hips back and forth just once, pulling back then pushing in even deeper as if to say: that's right, now keep watching. Regardless of what the intent was, it made Alensa's cheeks tingle and she fixed her attention back on her sister.

Talenra whimpered as her Lord's teeth suddenly clenched on her hair, his growl sounding in her ears and his rapid breath warming her neck. She knew what it meant. She braced herself against his final push, her body stiffening as the orgasm she had been holding back finally overtook her. The leopard's wild thrusts pushed her over the edge with her pulse pounding in her ears to accompany his growl and her own soft moans. Snarling, he pulled back on his lover's hair, forcing her back to arch and her mouth to fall open in a long, ragged gasp. Just as her climax crested its peak, she felt the warm surge of her mate's seed within her, each burst accompanied by a short buck of his hips as he rode out his own climax. She gave a quiet moan at each, legs trembling as he held her for a moment before letting go.

Her head slumped as his mouth released her, but she held herself up dutifully with exhausted limbs. At last, the leopard stilled. Then, with far more tenderness, he gave his bride a gentle, nuzzling lick on the back of her neck to release her. Just that gesture sent a rush through Talenra that was nearly as strong as the mating itself. Talenra sank slowly to the ground, still reeling from the intense union and grateful for the reprieve. The Lord of Shading Leaves sank as well, keeping his still-twitching cock inside her to form almost a mirror image of his brother with his own bride.

Unlike her sister, Talenra didn't mind the position at all. Basking in the afterglow, the warm pressure of her lover's weight on her back was comforting after his earlier roughness: a much gentler reminder of the intimacy that had been missing between them. She wanted to kiss him, but her lover was obviously still stung and wary. For now, she settled for brushing her fingers against his neck as she collected herself. Lifting her head and leaning against her lover’s shoulder, she saw it was Alensa’s turn.

Alensa's body hummed with need after witnessing the spectacular conclusion to her sister's punishment. It seemed her Lord had seen enough as well, and he finally began to move. His cock shifted and ground as the leopard got to his feet beneath him. Then, to her dismay, he stood and began to pull out. Alensa tried to raise her hips to follow him, but a paw on her back held her down as his shaft slid free, dripping pre-cum and her own arousal onto her ass. She couldn't recall ever being so wet with desire, and she gave a betrayed whine as her mate's cock left her.

Once he was standing, the Lord of Watchful Boughs placed a firm paw on his hapless mate's side. Unthinkingly desperate, Alensa rolled with the pressure until she lay on her back, staring up at him. The leopard's jaw was slack and his eyes hungry, pink cock glistening as it hung beneath him. When he made no move to crouch towards her on the floor, Alensa planted her feet wide apart and lifted her own hips, presenting her dripping slit towards him. It made her back and shoulders ache, but it was nothing compared to the ache of the need inside her. She was rewarded as the leopard moved back into position, his cock sliding back into its rightful place in her eager pussy.

Once he was inside, it was obvious that the leopard's restraint had been exhausted. With his front paws pressing down on her shoulders, he slammed his body against hers in a pace that was punishing in every sense of the word. It was a fearsome show of strength and dominance from the open-lipped snarl to his clawtips scratching at her shoulders and his tail lashing behind. Alensa trembled, but not out of fear –she knew and trusted her mate too well to be frightened– but from a tumult of other emotions: renewed awe at his force of presence, shame at the realization of just how deeply she had been failing him with her idle spying, and of course, the exertion of holding herself up against each blow, and the overwhelming jolts of pleasure that ripped through her with every one.

In the face of it, Alensa couldn't imagine seeking out anything else to satisfy herself: her most sacred duty and her ultimate bliss were one and the same. Even as the pleasure surged, she sensed her Lord testing her resolve with his wild mating. She didn't mind: she would do anything to show him her renewed conviction to their sacred union. Whimpering through gritted teeth, she held her ground with hips raised against whatever her mate would test her with. Meeting his predatory gaze, she nodded slightly and was met with another turn of speed. She could take it.

Talenra's limbs felt pleasantly leaden as she lay beneath the Lord of Shading Leaves, feeling her lover's breathing as it settled into a calmer rhythm. Her eyes fluttered half-closed as she felt the last twitches of her mate's cock. It felt as though it had been a long time since they had spent the entire night in each other’s company. She continued to caress the side of his neck softly. He was still stiff at her touch, but he didn't pull away.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered to him. “I haven’t been a very attentive bride, have I?” She gave a soft, rueful laugh, feeling the understatement. Words would mean less than action to the leopard, but she felt the need to say them aloud all the same: to herself, as well. “I’ll be better,” she promised. “I’ll always be there when you need me. For pleasure…” she nodded toward her sister and the Lord of Watchful Boughs. “Or for this,” she added, turning her head to nuzzle against his chest. In answer, the leopard bent his head and gave her a chaste lick on her wrist, but kept his weight on her. Talenra had a feeling it would be a while before the leopard let her out of his grasp, let alone his sight. As he turned to watch his brother, Talenra followed suit. After such an intense experience, her lover felt like her entire world, but even still it was hard to ignore the sight of the lesson she had just been given being pounded into her sister just paces away.

Alensa's expression held a telltale mix of determination and euphoria as she struggled doggedly to keep pace with the Lord of Watchful Boughs. It seemed to Talenra like she was getting a harsher lesson with the difficult position, though after how long Alensa had been teased for, it must have felt like bliss. Her own mate's cock had stopped twitching, but now as they watched, she could feel it begin to swell once again. Talenra clenched slightly, encouraging it to return to its full length: she was starting to feel her own libido warm watching her sister tremble, the leopard’s hips coming down like a blow, slamming into her as she took his cock to the base and his balls slapped on her ass.

A firm paw on Talenra's shoulder stilled her as she automatically began to rock, her mate's cock reaching its full swell inside her and stoking her lust. Maybe there was still more to this lesson. Obediently, she settled, but still drank in the view like her mate did. It wasn't as though the sisters never watched each other, but it never had the taboo appeal of their secret spying. This was different. The mating before her was more intense than any they had been able to spy on, and yet rather than pleasuring herself to the sight, she was constantly teased, held back from pleasure to only what her mate deemed she had earned. It was torturous, and it was wonderful at once.

At the same time, she could see Alensa was struggling. Every time her mate's hips slammed against her, her legs wobbled with the effort of holding her hips upraised. Her skin was shiny with sweat and her brows knit with fierce concentration, but she was beginning to flag, dropping closer and closer to the ground with every thrust. With a jolt, Talenra realized she needed to help, lest her sister falter and interrupt the mating. Tentatively, she turned her body, stretching one arm to the side and hoping her mate would allow her just enough freedom to do what she needed.

Alensa gasped, then clenched her teeth once more, her lover's relentless pace seeming as quick as the heartbeat that was pounding in her ears. His breathing had become a constant ragged growl, and his eyes were fixed intensely on her own. Pleasure welled up inside, but even after so much building, it felt choked off, too tight to ever release. Tensing her whole body, her core was tight, and she knew she wouldn't reach her climax until he did. It was so close, but her legs burned, distracting from the pleasure of mating. As she wavered, Alensa suddenly felt something brush against her hip, pushed against her.

“Push up, come on…” She was surprised to hear her sister's voice encouraging her. Unsure of what was happening, she trusted her anyway. Screwing her eyes shut with a groan, she lifted, raising her hips and pushing them hard against the base of her lover's shaft, grinding her lips and clit against his fur for a moment. Something slid beneath her the moment before her legs gave out. Instead of falling, she found herself supported. Talenra had wedged a thick, cylindrical cushion beneath her hips. There would be time to thank her sister later, since as soon as the tension left her body, pleasure rushed in to fill the void.

“Ohhhh, yes…” she moaned in shock.

Alensa had thought the chamber’s many pillows and cushions simply for lounging, but this was perfect. Her mouth opened in a gasp, eyes widening as she held her mate's gaze. Allowed to rest for a moment, she made one final push, lifting her legs up and under her lover's haunches. Locking her ankles together turned her hips upwards, letting him push in easily to his full length. Alensa's head fell back against the floor as her lover took full advantage of it. This was what had been missing: a sensuality that placed her not just as a mate, but as his bride and lover. He seemed to sense the change as well and accept it, his snarl quieting to just the sharp intake of breath and his thrusts becoming more fluid, though no less powerful.

At last, surging pleasure inside Alensa broke into a body-shaking climax. She gripped the leopard’s forelegs with both hands and held tight, a moan like she had never made ripping from her throat. Only her locked ankles kept her in place, pulling their bodies together as they moved in sync for the final few thrusts. The Lord of Watchful Boughs roared, finally coming to a stop as his bride hung beneath her, feeling the blissful rush of his warm seed pouring into her.

She rode it out for several euphoric moments, eyelids flickering closed as she tried to slow her breathing. Her Lord pushed and ground against her in his own fading orgasm. She felt his whiskers brush her as he bent, giving her a small lick on her cheek. He seemed almost abashed, though she might have been imagining it. She let her ankles fall away and her body slump back to the floor.

“Thank you, my Lord,” Alensa whispered, her eyes still closed. She felt his muzzle brush against her and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. She didn’t shrink away, but let her palms brush against his jaw, looking solemn. “I will never leave you wanting again, my love,” she promised, leaving off the formal title for one she felt more deeply. She had a duty not just in the structure of the Sanctuary, but as any bride would have to her lover. The leopard nuzzled her shoulder for another moment, reassuring her the apology was accepted before he stepped away. The Lord of Shading Leaves had already mounted Talenra again –at a much gentler pace this time– and he seemed intent on continuing to watch. After taking a moment to catch her breath, Alensa joined her mate to watch, lying down along the curve of his body as his seed began to trickle out of her. It would be far from the last she received tonight. “My place is at your side, my Lord,” she insisted, pressing her body against his as she settled down to watch.

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Talenra ran her hands over the stone wall, tracing her fingers along the lines of mortar that cemented the newly-placed stones. She smiled in satisfaction to feel it completely dry and set. She stepped away, letting the wall hanging fall back over what had once been their secret route through the monastery. Now that the last opening was sealed, water would be able to flow through the old aqueduct again. The Lord of Shading Leaves waited in the hall, and seeing her work was done, he slipped out onto the nearby balcony, claws scraping on stone as he mounted a pillar with keen dexterity and made for the roof. Talenra followed close behind: it had been several days since they had been caught slipping out, but her Lord still didn't like to let her out of his sight for too long. That suited Talenra just fine, though she still hoped to have his full trust back soon.

Reaching the top of the roof, she picked her way to the edge, where she could make out her sister waiting at the entrance to the bathhouse, her own mate keeping an eye on her as well. Talenra waved, and Alensa answered it before ducking inside. Talenra turned, padding across the roof to where she had a view of the courtyard.

Tahlin and Amari were still working on sorting out the monastery’s disused archive, but they had been happy to help locate old architectural drawings once the twins had shown them the inactive aqueduct they had “found”. It had turned out to divert water from the spring beneath the Sanctuary, running through the monastery where it would warm the stones before ending in a courtyard fountain once it had cooled. The sisters had had little free time outside of serving their mates with renewed dedication, but as a symbol of their devotion, they had spent what little they had working to restore it.

Talenra swung her legs over the edge, watching the brides and their mates come and go beneath her. The Lord of Shading Leaves crouched on the parapet a short distance away. Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind the more benign people-watching she took part in. As for the other kind, she was more than satisfied to share that just with Alensa from now on.

A whoop of surprise brought her attention back to the near end of the courtyard, where water had begun to bubble up in the stone basin the twins had unearthed. Slowly, it increased to a steady spout, filling the basin with clean water. Talenra smiled watching the brides cluster around the new feature, one bride dipping her hands in to splash at her friend while her mate took a drink lapping at the fountain's edge. Satisfied, Talenra made her way back across the roof to signal Alensa that it had worked. Once there, she saw that she and the Lord of Watchful Boughs were gone. She pulled a wry smile.

“Started without us, I suppose,” she announced. Her own mate brushed her side as he passed, leaping nimbly from the stonework as he descended to the ground. Talenra grinned as she followed after. It seemed he didn't want to miss the show either.

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The Brides' Sanctuary Part 6-2

Continued from Part 6-1


“That was perfect,” Alensa breathed, finally able to look away. As the rest of the brides turned back to the feast, the change in atmosphere was palpable. Conversation took on an air of hushed excitement, each bride wondering who would be welcomed back next, and each longing for their own mates to appear. They all could hear the muffled cries of pleasure that began from the two rooms on opposite sides of the corridor. Both couples had obviously wasted little time, and seemed to be competing in the volume of their ecstasy. The twins drank it in, feasting on the expectant atmosphere as much as they did on the food.

“So?” Talenra asked, nudging her sister. “Who's next? Mahra, you think?” Alensa considered for a moment.

“I think you’re right,” she nodded. “That mate of hers isn’t the patient type.” The tense minutes ticked by, but the twin’s guess was proven wrong when the Prince of Scattered Feathers made a surprising appearance. The lithe feline did not announce himself brashly like the larger cats had, but slipped nimbly and silently through the crowd. Moments later, he re-emerged with Reass in tow. They moved together gracefully, the serval slipping around and even between his mate’s legs as she glided and spun, a laugh on her lips. The twins glanced at each other, confused and more than a little disappointed after the powerful display of dominance from the first two felines.

Alensa narrowed her eyes. Still, there was something sensual about their movements: almost like a dance. She could see the Prince’s sleek fur brush against Raess’s bare hips and thighs as he moved, her own hands trailing on the feline’s neck each time he moved past. She found herself grudgingly impressed at the fluidity of the pair: anticipating each other's movements flawlessly in a display of deep connection. A few of the brides even cheered for the retreating couple and their strange dance as they left for their chamber.

As expected, the Lord of Falling Dusk was not long in making an appearance. The remaining group had just settled back into the rhythm of the feast when a shadow peeled away from the dusk. The jaguar pounced upon Mahra, toppling her to the ground beneath his paws. She whooped in delight as she hit the grass, kicking her feet girlishly in stark contrast to the jaguar’s deadly jaws that closed in on her. Gold eyes and a pink tongue were the only flashes of color on the feline’s body as he held her, trailing long licks over Mahra’s exposed breasts and up her throat. Rather than push him off, the woman wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him up to her mouth for a proper kiss. Before she could, however, the jaguar released her and turned to dash away. With a broad grin on her face, Mahra leapt up and pursued without sparing a backward glance.

“That was more like it,” Talenra murmured to her sister. Her pulse quickened, the latest display stoking the fire in her that had started to wane. Her body burned for her own mate’s touch, but for now she would enjoy each and every display the others had in store for them.

As the group began to shrink, the girls’ felines appeared more and more frequently, until they came for their brides almost back-to-back, each in their own way. Without any signal the other brides could hear or see, Denia suddenly looked up at where the Lord of Solemn Peaks was waiting for her, perched up on the balustrade of the upper level. The cougar dropped down in a graceful leap as Denia made her way to him, brushing against his side. With her back turned, the light of the dying lamps still illuminated the faintest scratches that lined her back.

“I think it’s time for a new set, don’t you?” Denia murmured as she stroked her mate’s back all the way down to his tail. She didn’t seem to mind that the others heard as she followed him off to their room.

A sudden moan from Tahlin alerted them that the Prince of Biting Winds had arrived for his mate. The cheetah had crept up behind her while everyone was distracted, and took his chance when Tahlin stooped to retrieve her empty plate. In the boldest display yet, the cheetah had swept in to press his muzzle between her legs, giving a long, teasing lick. Only when her Prince pulled away did she stand back up, her cheeks red but making no move to hide herself. Talenra gave an approving whistle that made her blush further, and Tahlin bent to whisper something to the cheetah before moving hurriedly off. Alensa watched her go with barely-veiled jealousy.

As each bride disappeared for the night, the chorus of growls, moans, roars, and creaking furniture rose, until the twins were left alone in the dark of the fading lanterns, surrounded by the delicious soundscape on all sides. Closing her eyes, Alensa could picture each and every one of them, making a game in her head of trying to match the sounds she heard to the respective pairs making them.

“Come on,” Talenra whispered, pulling her from her reverie. She stood and offered a hand to her sister. “If I wait here any longer, I’ll leave a puddle. It’s our turn!”

Alensa took her sister's hand with a grin.

The leopard Lords’ chamber was dim and quiet when they arrived. Alensa set about lighting the room, while Talenra strolled into the empty space, looking about.

“My Lord?” Alensa called, joining her sister in the middle of the empty chamber. The shout rang hollow, the echoes quickly lost beneath the muted cacophony of sounds from the nearby chambers. The two leopards were nowhere to be seen. The sisters looked at each other and shrugged.

Talenra sat on a low bench as she waited, but Alensa couldn't keep still. Filled with restless energy, she paced back and forth on the empty floor. This wasn't how the day was supposed to go. From their spying session that morning and the missed opportunity to satisfy themselves and their mates, to the day spent apart admiring and fantasising about the other brides and their feline partners, her anticipation had only built. She could feel the wetness on her thighs as she walked. Breath short and cheeks hot, she craved release for the arousal she'd been carefully developing all day.

Talenra wasn't doing much better. Though she remained still, her mind was just as restless as it ran through each of the day's indulgent sights. With her eyes closed, the sounds all around her seemed magnified, tormenting her with familiar growls and moans of pleasure. Unconsciously, one hand drifted to her inner thigh, fingers playing over her own body but not quite pleasuring herself. She heard her sister's footsteps stop next to her.

“They're not here,” Alensa announced obviously.

Talenra just grunted.

“Then let's go,” Alensa urged. Talenra's eyes opened as she considered this. “I can't wait here any more. We can look in on some of the others at least. I mean, just listen to them!” she added. Talenra was listening: all she could do was listen. Going out to spy would be a poor substitute for a night with their Lords, but from the sounds of things out there, the displays would be passionate.

“Alright,” Talenra agreed, reluctantly getting to her feet. “Who’s first then?” She joined her sister towards the back of the room where the loose stones lead to their secret passage.

“Definitely Mahra,” Alensa decided. “We almost never catch–” She stopped dead as something moved out of the shadows to block her path. “Oh! My… my Lord!” she squeaked. Talenra froze alongside her sister. The Lord of Watchful Boughs strolled forward and the pair backed away automatically. In the dim light, the leopard was a fearsome sight. His ears were pulled back, and he bared his teeth to give an angry hiss that made Alensa’s heart sink.

Behind them, another hiss echoed it as the Lord of Shading Leaves moved to block the other exit to the room. Talenra turned to face her own mate until the twins stood back-to-back in the centre of their chamber, facing their angry mates on either side. She opened her mouth, but the excuse she had been preparing withered in her mouth as she met her mate’s gaze. Instinctively they both shrank away until their backs pressed together. Neither of them thought the leopards would actually hurt them, but that meant little when faced with the Lords’ snarls of anger. As the two brides pressed together, their mates calmed slightly, staring as if expecting something. Tense seconds ticked by.

“How can I serve you, my Lord?” Alensa blurted finally. The only answer from her mate was a slight baring of his fangs. Talenra instead tried to read their posture. There was anger, but also expectation in the tense way each cat held himself. She might have been derelict in her duties at times, but she was still bonded with the Lord of Shading Leaves, and could read him with an almost supernatural understanding.

“They're watching us,” she mused softly. “They've seen us: spying on the others…” Talenra glanced over her shoulder at her sister. “I think… They want to watch us.”

“Watch us…” Alensa started, taking a moment to parse Talenra's meaning. “Watch… us together?” she hissed. “We can't…how…?” Her eyes darted back to her own mate, reading his expression. For all their flaunting of the monastery's rules and how they admired the other brides and their felines, both of them knew their bodies were for their own mates alone. Watching each other was one thing, but they had never gone so far. It just wasn't done, and yet it made a certain kind of sense. They had broken the monastery’s rules for their own voyeuristic pleasure at the expense of their mates: now that would be made to do it for the leopards’ pleasure.

The Lord of Shading Leaves gave a warning growl, and both sisters hurried to obey after only another moment of hesitation. Responding to her mate, Talenra made the first move. Turning to face her sister, she drew close, running her hands in a parallel sweep up from Alensa’s thighs and over her hips to rest at her waist. Alensa still looked uncertain, chewing her lip before hardening her resolve.

Holding her sister's gaze, Alensa couldn't stop from reddening as she returned the loose embrace. There was nothing held back between them: no secrets and certainly no shame. She had seen every part of her twin's body, heard every moan of delight she made and watched eagerly as the Lord of Shading Leaves mated with her time and again. Talenra had done the same of course, but she had never felt her sister's gaze a fraction as intensely as she felt the watchful eyes of both the leopards.

“Keep going,” Talenra encouraged as her mate’s snarl relaxed. Alensa surprised her by being the first to lean in and press their lips together. The kiss was soft, and she was taken aback by the tenderness. There were no sharp fangs to tease and prick at her own lips, and the tongue that met hers was tentative, warm, and smooth. It felt like minutes ticked by before Talenra drew back and opened her eyes. Alensa glanced away, embarrassed, looking instead at the Lord of Watchful Boughs over her sister's shoulder for signs of approval.

The leopard stared intently at them, burnished golden irises standing out in the dim light. His posture was relaxed, but she could still read the look of expectation in his eyes.

It's not enough,” she whispered.

Talenra took the lead this time. Coming back together, she moved to the side, pressing her lips to Alensa’s collarbone. She slipped her arms beneath her sister's, running one palm down from her shoulder to glide over her right breast. Alensa gasped as she squeezed, the nipple turning stiff beneath her fingers as she teased and then released, over and over. She let her other hand trail down Alensa's back, cupping her sister's ass and massaging it so her fingers dug in slightly, advertising her softness. As she did, she turned them both in a slow half-circle, making sure both their mates got a chance to see her from each side.

Alensa stiffened at first out of surprise, but forced herself to relax. If this was the punishment her mate demanded, she could handle a little embarrassment. Besides, it seemed to be working. It felt a little strange to see the Lord of Shading Leaves watching her just as hungrily as her own mate was, but both the leopards seemed to be enjoying the show. They both had begun to pace restlessly, moving back towards each other now that their human partners understood the message, and no longer needed to be surrounded. It reminded her though that this wasn't her punishment alone.

Swallowing her hesitation, she rounded on Talenra, turning to place her sister in front. From here, she hugged her sister from behind, sweeping both hands up her sides to her breasts. Talenra made a small squeak of surprise, but Alensa wasn't finished. Pressing her own chest to Talenra's bare back, she squeezed and messaged her sister's breasts, teasing at the nipples as she lifted and pushed them together. It was her turn to be surprised when Talenra grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand down between her own legs.

With her arm wrapped around a body identical to her own, the familiarity of the position brought a strange cognitive dissonance. Her fingers found Talenra's clit instantly, and a part of her found it strange not to be the one feeling the pleasure as her fingertip circled it. Already, she could feel Talenra was wet beneath her touch, and she surprised herself at how much she was enjoying it as well. The shame was still there, but she had to admit this new experience had an erotic thrill in the taboo. From the familiar quiet whines, Talenra was experiencing it to, if a bit more strongly. This wasn't about their pleasure, though.

“Are they liking it?” Alensa asked, unable to see from behind her sister.

Talenra could only nod in confirmation, her voice having deserted her as she gasped softly at her twin's touch. Both leopards watched eagerly, but her own mate was clearly enjoying the show the most. His jaws were slightly slack in a pant, showing flashes of white teeth and pink tongue. Turning as he paced, Talenra caught sight of another flush of color between the leopard's legs. Behind her, she could feel Alensa’s other hand drop from her chest, and start working its way between their bodies so she could pleasure both of them at once.

She was about to switch positions and guide Alensa to the front when the Lord of Shading Leaves broke away from his brother. Alensa released her as the leopard butted his head insistently against Talenra's hip, nudging them apart. Either he had decided that was enough punishment, or he couldn't stand the enticing show any longer. Whichever the case, Talenra moved to obey with a sense of urgency she hadn't felt since their first night together. A growl and nudge on the small of her back told her that her mate wanted her down on all fours. Obediently, she dropped to her knees on one of the rugs lining the stone floor.

“As you wish, M–” She was cut off by a heavy paw placed between her shoulders, forcing her to bend over. Talenra barely got her elbows beneath her before the Lord of Shading Leaves all but pounced upon her. As his weight settled onto her back, the claws of his right paw menaced at her bare shoulder, a frustrated snarl sounding from deep in the beast’s throat. It seemed her punishment was not over yet. When the leopard slammed his hips into position, he found his bride ready and eager for whatever he saw fit to dole out. His cock slid easily into her waiting slit, already wet and needy from her sister's attention earlier. Talenra breathed sharply in surprise at the sudden penetration, then let it out in a long moan.

Alensa watched transfixed as her sister was mounted. The view facing each other didn't let her see the leopard's cock entering her, but the mouthed-look of strained pleasure on her sister's face and the sharp report of fur striking flesh was enough. When the Lord of Watchful Boughs appeared at her side, she too dropped down on all fours, but kept her eyes straight ahead, unable to look away from her sister being claimed so passionately.

Her view was obscured as her mate stepped in front, growling softly as he stood perpendicular to her, his half-erect shaft hanging at her eye level. Alensa knew what to do and quickly obeyed, though even with her own mate in front of her she felt a pang of disappointment at not being able to watch. Stretching her legs behind her to lower herself, she craned her neck to reach her Lord’s waiting cock, pushing herself up on her elbows. She nuzzled delicately at the soft fur of his underbelly, letting her cheek play over the leopard's furred sheath and balls before trailing tiny kisses towards the tip. As she caressed him with her lips, she could feel his sheath swelling and hardening from within, his wet cock sliding past her cheek as it grew fully erect. Alensa moved to wrap her lips on the head of the shaft, but her Lord only allowed her to kiss and lick at him for a moment before he drew away, circling around behind her.

A warning growl told her to keep still and she did so, happy to be able to watch her sister being rocked in the throes of her mate's frustration and lust; if a rough mating was to be the last part of their punishment, then she certainly wouldn't complain. Alensa waited eagerly as her lover got into position behind her, automatically raising her hips for him. A firm paw pushed her back to the ground to lie prone, but the leopard still advanced. As his front paws settled into place alongside her shoulders, the beast brought his hips down, the tip of his cock wet with Alensa's saliva as it slid up her thigh. She only had time to think that it was an odd position before an eruption of pleasure stole her breath as he entered her quickly and fully. Alensa shuddered, chewing on her lip as her Lord held there, savoring the first thrust for a moment.

That moment stretched longer and longer. Just when she was sure her mate would pull back and thrust again, the leopard instead growled low and began to settle down. He brought both front paws to one side so as not to crush her, but his weight on her lower back and hips was more than enough to keep her pinned. The leopard yawned wide, not looking at his bride but instead settling into a relaxed position to watch his brother ravishing Talenra. All the while, he kept his cock firmly wedged inside his own mate's slit with no way for her to move.

“Oh,” Alensa breathed from beneath him, turning her incredulous gaze from her Lord to the spectacle in front of them. It seemed she hadn't seen the end of her punishment yet after all.

Talenra moaned through gritted teeth as the Lord of Shading Leaves slammed into her at a ferocious pace. His thrusts were smooth, each one finding the mark and driving home to the hilt before pulling back nearly to the tip. The crash of his hips against her ass resounded, and even with her slim frame she could feel the shock of each impact reverberate across her cheeks and down into her thighs.

Every thrust brought a rush of pleasure stronger than any Talenra could remember in a long time. Any discomfort at the rough treatment was something she could endure. It combined with the pleasure in a heady wave of sensation, leaving little room for coherent thought as it washed over her again and again. The speed and power the leopard put behind each thrust was exacting, but not cruel. He rarely had indulged in such passion and ferocity, but Talenra was meant for this. It was a reminder of her place: that no matter what she sought out to indulge herself, she would never find a greater pleasure than serving her mate's needs.

Alensa's cheeks were hot and her breath shallow as she watched, arousal growing and twisting inside her, begging to be satisfied. It occurred to her that for all her spying, she had rarely seen such intensity, and never this close. Alensa could hear not just the rhythm of their bodies colliding, but the Lord's sharp breath as it hissed over his teeth and Talenra's hands scratching at the carpet beneath her as she took it. She could see muscles moving beneath glossy fur, and the beauty of her sister's flushed face as it made a mask of overwhelming pleasure. Alensa had never had such a display, and been unable to do anything about it. Pinned in place by her own mate, she was caught in a tortuous state of unfulfillment. His cock filling her utterly should have brought bliss, but without any movement it only left her body in limbo, her mind screaming for just a little more.

When she couldn't stand it any longer, Alensa tried to squirm, to twist or push back on his cock and gain just a little more pleasure from him. All she earned was a growl, and the sharp pinpricks of his claws placed carefully on one shoulder. Alensa whimpered, but obeyed, looking back to her sister's display with deep-seated longing.

Talenra herself had only dimly registered that her sister was watching. If this was a punishment, it was far from a cruel one. Rather, it was a stern reminder of what their bond should be, could be without the distractions Talenra had allowed herself to be led astray by. Now her lover had made his presence so overwhelming to her mind and body that she had little room to register anything else, no choice but to be fully present with him. His soft fur gently brushing her back made a marked contrast to the sharp claws digging at her shoulder. She could feel the heat of the leopard's exertion rolling off of his body and pouring into hers, sweat damping her brow as she quivered under the onslaught of rapid thrusts. Talenra nodded to herself, not finding the breath to speak, but understanding what her mate was telling her. There would be time to make proper apologies and promises later. For now, she could show it with her body.

Talenra's trembling arms straightened, holding her shoulders up against the leopard's weight. Her hands and knees planted firmly against the jostling of her lover's desperate thrusts. Her body still rocked beneath the raw strength of his mating, but she pushed her body quickly back into place each time. She could barely keep up, even less as her Lord put on another burst of speed: either responding to her submission or just nearing his peak. Their hips crashed together, her Lord's balls striking her clit each time he reached the hilt. A low growl rose in the beast's throat: one Talenra recognised, but had never heard with such a feral edge as it sounded through his ragged panting. Claws tightened on her shoulder, and her pussy ached from the brutal pounding despite the waves of pleasure that dulled it.

Alensa watched rapt as the pair's intensity grew, until she wasn't sure how much more Talenra would be able to take. She knew her sister well enough to read the expression on her face. Talenra had to be teetering on the edge of a climax, but her knitted brows look of concentration told her she was holding herself back as long as she could. The Lord of Watchful Boughs must have been enjoying the show as well; for all his aloof posture, Alensa could feel his cock twitch and throb where he held it inside her. Forbidden from moving, she couldn't help clenching around his cock for the brief, tantalizing rush it brought. Her Lord didn't seem to mind. Each time she did, she could feel his cock twitch in answer, betraying his own eagerness.

“I'm sorry,” Alensa whispered, tearing her eyes away from the erotic scene to glance up at her mate. “I don't know how I could look elsewhere for pleasure when I had this right here with you.” Her voice shook from the teasing, but her words were genuine. Blindly, she stretched one arm to the side, finding one of her lover’s paws and placing her palm over top. As she twined her fingers between his claws, she gave it a squeeze. The leopard didn't look at her, though his ears twitched at the sound of her voice and she felt his paw tighten against her hand. Instead he rolled his hips back and forth just once, pulling back then pushing in even deeper as if to say: that's right, now keep watching. Regardless of what the intent was, it made Alensa's cheeks tingle and she fixed her attention back on her sister.

Talenra whimpered as her Lord's teeth suddenly clenched on her hair, his growl sounding in her ears and his rapid breath warming her neck. She knew what it meant. She braced herself against his final push, her body stiffening as the orgasm she had been holding back finally overtook her. The leopard's wild thrusts pushed her over the edge with her pulse pounding in her ears to accompany his growl and her own soft moans. Snarling, he pulled back on his lover's hair, forcing her back to arch and her mouth to fall open in a long, ragged gasp. Just as her climax crested its peak, she felt the warm surge of her mate's seed within her, each burst accompanied by a short buck of his hips as he rode out his own climax. She gave a quiet moan at each, legs trembling as he held her for a moment before letting go.

Her head slumped as his mouth released her, but she held herself up dutifully with exhausted limbs. At last, the leopard stilled. Then, with far more tenderness, he gave his bride a gentle, nuzzling lick on the back of her neck to release her. Just that gesture sent a rush through Talenra that was nearly as strong as the mating itself. Talenra sank slowly to the ground, still reeling from the intense union and grateful for the reprieve. The Lord of Shading Leaves sank as well, keeping his still-twitching cock inside her to form almost a mirror image of his brother with his own bride.

Unlike her sister, Talenra didn't mind the position at all. Basking in the afterglow, the warm pressure of her lover's weight on her back was comforting after his earlier roughness: a much gentler reminder of the intimacy that had been missing between them. She wanted to kiss him, but her lover was obviously still stung and wary. For now, she settled for brushing her fingers against his neck as she collected herself. Lifting her head and leaning against her lover’s shoulder, she saw it was Alensa’s turn.

Alensa's body hummed with need after witnessing the spectacular conclusion to her sister's punishment. It seemed her Lord had seen enough as well, and he finally began to move. His cock shifted and ground as the leopard got to his feet beneath him. Then, to her dismay, he stood and began to pull out. Alensa tried to raise her hips to follow him, but a paw on her back held her down as his shaft slid free, dripping pre-cum and her own arousal onto her ass. She couldn't recall ever being so wet with desire, and she gave a betrayed whine as her mate's cock left her.

Once he was standing, the Lord of Watchful Boughs placed a firm paw on his hapless mate's side. Unthinkingly desperate, Alensa rolled with the pressure until she lay on her back, staring up at him. The leopard's jaw was slack and his eyes hungry, pink cock glistening as it hung beneath him. When he made no move to crouch towards her on the floor, Alensa planted her feet wide apart and lifted her own hips, presenting her dripping slit towards him. It made her back and shoulders ache, but it was nothing compared to the ache of the need inside her. She was rewarded as the leopard moved back into position, his cock sliding back into its rightful place in her eager pussy.

Once he was inside, it was obvious that the leopard's restraint had been exhausted. With his front paws pressing down on her shoulders, he slammed his body against hers in a pace that was punishing in every sense of the word. It was a fearsome show of strength and dominance from the open-lipped snarl to his clawtips scratching at her shoulders and his tail lashing behind. Alensa trembled, but not out of fear –she knew and trusted her mate too well to be frightened– but from a tumult of other emotions: renewed awe at his force of presence, shame at the realization of just how deeply she had been failing him with her idle spying, and of course, the exertion of holding herself up against each blow, and the overwhelming jolts of pleasure that ripped through her with every one.

In the face of it, Alensa couldn't imagine seeking out anything else to satisfy herself: her most sacred duty and her ultimate bliss were one and the same. Even as the pleasure surged, she sensed her Lord testing her resolve with his wild mating. She didn't mind: she would do anything to show him her renewed conviction to their sacred union. Whimpering through gritted teeth, she held her ground with hips raised against whatever her mate would test her with. Meeting his predatory gaze, she nodded slightly and was met with another turn of speed. She could take it.

Talenra's limbs felt pleasantly leaden as she lay beneath the Lord of Shading Leaves, feeling her lover's breathing as it settled into a calmer rhythm. Her eyes fluttered half-closed as she felt the last twitches of her mate's cock. It felt as though it had been a long time since they had spent the entire night in each other’s company. She continued to caress the side of his neck softly. He was still stiff at her touch, but he didn't pull away.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered to him. “I haven’t been a very attentive bride, have I?” She gave a soft, rueful laugh, feeling the understatement. Words would mean less than action to the leopard, but she felt the need to say them aloud all the same: to herself, as well. “I’ll be better,” she promised. “I’ll always be there when you need me. For pleasure…” she nodded toward her sister and the Lord of Watchful Boughs. “Or for this,” she added, turning her head to nuzzle against his chest. In answer, the leopard bent his head and gave her a chaste lick on her wrist, but kept his weight on her. Talenra had a feeling it would be a while before the leopard let her out of his grasp, let alone his sight. As he turned to watch his brother, Talenra followed suit. After such an intense experience, her lover felt like her entire world, but even still it was hard to ignore the sight of the lesson she had just been given being pounded into her sister just paces away.

Alensa's expression held a telltale mix of determination and euphoria as she struggled doggedly to keep pace with the Lord of Watchful Boughs. It seemed to Talenra like she was getting a harsher lesson with the difficult position, though after how long Alensa had been teased for, it must have felt like bliss. Her own mate's cock had stopped twitching, but now as they watched, she could feel it begin to swell once again. Talenra clenched slightly, encouraging it to return to its full length: she was starting to feel her own libido warm watching her sister tremble, the leopard’s hips coming down like a blow, slamming into her as she took his cock to the base and his balls slapped on her ass.

A firm paw on Talenra's shoulder stilled her as she automatically began to rock, her mate's cock reaching its full swell inside her and stoking her lust. Maybe there was still more to this lesson. Obediently, she settled, but still drank in the view like her mate did. It wasn't as though the sisters never watched each other, but it never had the taboo appeal of their secret spying. This was different. The mating before her was more intense than any they had been able to spy on, and yet rather than pleasuring herself to the sight, she was constantly teased, held back from pleasure to only what her mate deemed she had earned. It was torturous, and it was wonderful at once.

At the same time, she could see Alensa was struggling. Every time her mate's hips slammed against her, her legs wobbled with the effort of holding her hips upraised. Her skin was shiny with sweat and her brows knit with fierce concentration, but she was beginning to flag, dropping closer and closer to the ground with every thrust. With a jolt, Talenra realized she needed to help, lest her sister falter and interrupt the mating. Tentatively, she turned her body, stretching one arm to the side and hoping her mate would allow her just enough freedom to do what she needed.

Alensa gasped, then clenched her teeth once more, her lover's relentless pace seeming as quick as the heartbeat that was pounding in her ears. His breathing had become a constant ragged growl, and his eyes were fixed intensely on her own. Pleasure welled up inside, but even after so much building, it felt choked off, too tight to ever release. Tensing her whole body, her core was tight, and she knew she wouldn't reach her climax until he did. It was so close, but her legs burned, distracting from the pleasure of mating. As she wavered, Alensa suddenly felt something brush against her hip, pushed against her.

“Push up, come on…” She was surprised to hear her sister's voice encouraging her. Unsure of what was happening, she trusted her anyway. Screwing her eyes shut with a groan, she lifted, raising her hips and pushing them hard against the base of her lover's shaft, grinding her lips and clit against his fur for a moment. Something slid beneath her the moment before her legs gave out. Instead of falling, she found herself supported. Talenra had wedged a thick, cylindrical cushion beneath her hips. There would be time to thank her sister later, since as soon as the tension left her body, pleasure rushed in to fill the void.

“Ohhhh, yes…” she moaned in shock.

Alensa had thought the chamber’s many pillows and cushions simply for lounging, but this was perfect. Her mouth opened in a gasp, eyes widening as she held her mate's gaze. Allowed to rest for a moment, she made one final push, lifting her legs up and under her lover's haunches. Locking her ankles together turned her hips upwards, letting him push in easily to his full length. Alensa's head fell back against the floor as her lover took full advantage of it. This was what had been missing: a sensuality that placed her not just as a mate, but as his bride and lover. He seemed to sense the change as well and accept it, his snarl quieting to just the sharp intake of breath and his thrusts becoming more fluid, though no less powerful.

At last, surging pleasure inside Alensa broke into a body-shaking climax. She gripped the leopard’s forelegs with both hands and held tight, a moan like she had never made ripping from her throat. Only her locked ankles kept her in place, pulling their bodies together as they moved in sync for the final few thrusts. The Lord of Watchful Boughs roared, finally coming to a stop as his bride hung beneath her, feeling the blissful rush of his warm seed pouring into her.

She rode it out for several euphoric moments, eyelids flickering closed as she tried to slow her breathing. Her Lord pushed and ground against her in his own fading orgasm. She felt his whiskers brush her as he bent, giving her a small lick on her cheek. He seemed almost abashed, though she might have been imagining it. She let her ankles fall away and her body slump back to the floor.

“Thank you, my Lord,” Alensa whispered, her eyes still closed. She felt his muzzle brush against her and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. She didn’t shrink away, but let her palms brush against his jaw, looking solemn. “I will never leave you wanting again, my love,” she promised, leaving off the formal title for one she felt more deeply. She had a duty not just in the structure of the Sanctuary, but as any bride would have to her lover. The leopard nuzzled her shoulder for another moment, reassuring her the apology was accepted before he stepped away. The Lord of Shading Leaves had already mounted Talenra again –at a much gentler pace this time– and he seemed intent on continuing to watch. After taking a moment to catch her breath, Alensa joined her mate to watch, lying down along the curve of his body as his seed began to trickle out of her. It would be far from the last she received tonight. “My place is at your side, my Lord,” she insisted, pressing her body against his as she settled down to watch.

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Talenra ran her hands over the stone wall, tracing her fingers along the lines of mortar that cemented the newly-placed stones. She smiled in satisfaction to feel it completely dry and set. She stepped away, letting the wall hanging fall back over what had once been their secret route through the monastery. Now that the last opening was sealed, water would be able to flow through the old aqueduct again. The Lord of Shading Leaves waited in the hall, and seeing her work was done, he slipped out onto the nearby balcony, claws scraping on stone as he mounted a pillar with keen dexterity and made for the roof. Talenra followed close behind: it had been several days since they had been caught slipping out, but her Lord still didn't like to let her out of his sight for too long. That suited Talenra just fine, though she still hoped to have his full trust back soon.

Reaching the top of the roof, she picked her way to the edge, where she could make out her sister waiting at the entrance to the bathhouse, her own mate keeping an eye on her as well. Talenra waved, and Alensa answered it before ducking inside. Talenra turned, padding across the roof to where she had a view of the courtyard.

Tahlin and Amari were still working on sorting out the monastery’s disused archive, but they had been happy to help locate old architectural drawings once the twins had shown them the inactive aqueduct they had “found”. It had turned out to divert water from the spring beneath the Sanctuary, running through the monastery where it would warm the stones before ending in a courtyard fountain once it had cooled. The sisters had had little free time outside of serving their mates with renewed dedication, but as a symbol of their devotion, they had spent what little they had working to restore it.

Talenra swung her legs over the edge, watching the brides and their mates come and go beneath her. The Lord of Shading Leaves crouched on the parapet a short distance away. Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind the more benign people-watching she took part in. As for the other kind, she was more than satisfied to share that just with Alensa from now on.

A whoop of surprise brought her attention back to the near end of the courtyard, where water had begun to bubble up in the stone basin the twins had unearthed. Slowly, it increased to a steady spout, filling the basin with clean water. Talenra smiled watching the brides cluster around the new feature, one bride dipping her hands in to splash at her friend while her mate took a drink lapping at the fountain's edge. Satisfied, Talenra made her way back across the roof to signal Alensa that it had worked. Once there, she saw that she and the Lord of Watchful Boughs were gone. She pulled a wry smile.

“Started without us, I suppose,” she announced. Her own mate brushed her side as he passed, leaping nimbly from the stonework as he descended to the ground. Talenra grinned as she followed after. It seemed he didn't want to miss the show either.

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The Brides' Sanctuary Part 6-1

Welcome back to the monastery once again for part six! As always, the series is a commission from Scipio. If you're new to the series, I recommend starting with the first chapter but each installment is self-contained if you want to skip ahead!

Tags: >! Voyeurism, F twins/2xM leopard, F/F, rough sex!<


An enthusiastic string of moans issued from one of the monastery’s high windows, much to the delight of the two eavesdroppers listening eagerly from the ledge outside. It wasn't much of a window: the vertical slit was a palm’s breadth wide and designed to admit light and cooling breezes into the chamber below, rather than for viewing out of. It was certainly not meant to be viewed into, but the sisters had made a habit of skirting what they were meant to be doing since long before they ever came to the monastery.

“Oh, now this is interesting…” Talenra purred softly. “It's Raess,” she announced. Her hands were braced on the stone gutter above as she peered in.

“That's Raess?” A small trickle of dust fell earthward as her sister Alensa inched closer along the ledge. It wasn't much of a ledge either: the narrow, decorative lip of stone offered just enough room to stand on if they pressed their bodies tight to the upper wall. A natural talent, honed by a brief stint as acrobats, meant the two felt little concern for their precarious foothold or the long drop beyond it. “Let me see.” Alensa slid in behind her sister, nudging her aside with her head.

“You're supposed to be on lookout,” Talenra reminded her, though she ceded some space at the window to let her twin join her.

“No one can see us from here,” Alensa countered quietly. “Besides, everyone is still inside anyway: that's the whole point.” Raess’s chamber hadn't been their first stop of the night, but it would have to be their last. Behind the two young women, the sky was already turning purple and brightening with the impending sunrise. The discovery had been a surprise: while all the bridal chambers opened into the same verdant courtyard in the center of the Sanctuary, the unique architecture of each room made it difficult to tell from the outside where one chamber began and the other ended. They had been searching for a way to spy into Raess and the Prince of Scattered Feathers’ chamber for some time now.

The voice that reached them was breathless, almost hoarse with desire. The twins fixed their attention back down below where Raess was performing her bridal duties for her mate. The normally taciturn bride was apparently quite the vocal lover, and a string of wordless moans, soft praise, and even the occasional curse drifted up to the voyeurs at the window.

“I didn't know she had it in her,” Alensa commented.

“I didn't know he did either,” Talenra added. It came out more rudely than she had meant, but the surprise and admiration were genuine. The Prince of Scattered Feathers was the only serval currently at the monastery: slender and long-legged like his mate. Like many of the monastery's felines –particularly the smaller-bodied species– he was large for his kind, but he was still dwarfed by the twins' own mates. That didn't seem to deter the couple in the least, however.

Raess was sitting back on a sort of a low couch with her legs splayed and hips hanging over the edge. Several tasseled pillows propped her up, and she gripped the edge of the couch with one hand. Even from their high vantage point, Alensa and Talenra could see the white of her knuckles. The Prince of Scattered Feathers stood before her, his narrow frame tucked in between her spread knees and his front paws up on the couch to her right and left. From the high angle, they couldn’t catch sight of the Prince’s cock, but the firm slap of his body against hers reached them with an erotic thrill. The feline’s hips were a blur of tan and black, and Alensa curled her bottom lip at the sight of the speed and passion he put behind each thrust. Talenra’s eyes were more focused on Raess, watching the way her thighs quivered with every impact.

Please, my Prince!” Raess was heard faintly, her breath shallow and quick. “Be as fierce as you like!” With her free hand, she stroked the serval’s back, trailing her fingers lovingly through the coarse fur. The beast twisted his head for a moment, nuzzling it against her arm affectionately, though never breaking his pace for a moment. As he pulled away, his long ears flattened, and he drove himself even harder. As she embraced her mate, Raess shifted her hips slightly in a practiced rolling motion, a subtle but obviously effective complement to her lover's thrusts.

Alensa had one hand braced on the sill of the window, the other finding its way between her legs. She found herself wet and wanting. Self-pleasure might have been frowned upon, but it wasn’t forbidden. Even still, she forced herself to move slowly, only teasing; they had their own mates to attend to before the night was done, and their window for spying was rapidly drawing to a close. As soon as the sun was up, the other brides would start making preparations. Talenra heard her sister’s breath hitch and glanced at her for a moment. She was about to comment on how they might use the furniture in their own chambers when Raess cried out again from below.

Yes! Oh, my love!” They watched her grip tighten, both hands wrapping around her lover’s shoulders and pulling him in to her breast. The serval’s hips have a few more furious thrusts before fully joining Raess in the embrace, body pressed tight to her heaving chest and his hips buried between her twitching legs. Alensa pulled her hand away with a reluctant expression. It was getting late.

“We should get back,” she cautioned Talenra, but she shushed her with a wave of her hand. Below, Raess relaxed her tight grip. The Prince nuzzled her, licking at her exposed breasts while she ran her fingers down the back of his head and bent her head to whisper something in her mate’s ear. Talenra strained her own ears to listen, but couldn’t make it out. Whatever it was, the serval seemed pleased, and he gave his mate another lick on the cheek before pulling away to circle around the couch. As he moved away, the streak of white seed spilling from Raess’s slit was clearly visible, and she quickly moved to follow him.

“Ohhh, that was good!” Talenra sighed. The Prince of Scattered Feathers twitched his long ears, glancing up to the high window.

Both twins pulled away, flattening themselves back against the wall. They were quick and practiced: the feline wouldn’t have seen more than a passing shadow at most. With their attention away from the bridal chamber though, they could see the first rays of sun hitting the underbellies of the scattered clouds above.

“Come on,” Alensa called softly. She dropped off the ledge, twisting and catching herself on the lip with one hand. With practiced skill, the twins maneuvered back down the way they came, pressing bare fingers and toes into decorative stonework and carvings on the Sanctuary’s facade.

They did not descend all the way to the ground, instead alighting on a flat section of roof and vaulting in through an open window. The passage beyond was dark and deserted, but the earliest risers would already be up and about soon. Fortunately, the twins didn't have far to go. A short way down the passage, Alensa pulled aside a wall hanging, revealing an irregular opening in the stonework behind. Talenra ducked in first, and her sister followed, covering up the entrance behind them.

Stooping to a half-crouch, the pair made their way through the cramped tunnel in the stonework. A channel cut in the bottom meant it must have been some sort of aqueduct at one time, but the sisters were more concerned with what it could be now: a way to slip along the monastery unseen. The tunnel circled past most of the bridal chambers, and it was full of entrances. A broad opening in a disused hall marked a formal entrance, but in plenty of places the old stonework was cracked, allowing small peepholes into several of the chambers. Careful use of a rasp when the occupants weren't around had allowed them to widen the holes slightly to offer better views, and even create this entrance where they could make a quick escape.

Just before the tunnel made a sharp slope down to wherever the water was originally delivered, Talenra crouched behind a section of loose stonework. Alensa quickly joined her sister, sliding it out of place with a grind of stone on stone. This was the only place their secret passage allowed access to one of the chambers. With any luck, the occupants of this particular chamber would still be asleep. Alensa crawled through first, leaving Talenra to close the entrance behind them.

“Oh! Good morning, my Lord.”

Talenra tensed as she heard her sister greet her mate. They hadn't been as quick getting back as they should have been. Dusting off her hands, she hurried down from the small balcony to the main floor of their shared bridal chamber. Alensa was already nuzzling with the Lord of Watchful Boughs. His brother, The Lord of Shading Leaves and Talenra’s own mate, was standing nearby, ears alert and tail flicking impatiently. Talenra hurried to join her sister.

Alensa cupped her lover's powerful jaws with both hands, stroking the leopard’s fur and inviting him into a gentle kiss. He welcomed the gesture with a quiet rumble, parting his sharp fangs enough to let his tongue press against hers. Beside her, Talenra did the same, though she let her hands run over the back of her Lord's neck: something her mate liked more. The twins' movements were more natural than practiced, and they fell easily into their duties. Alensa shuddered as her Lord huffed hot breath over her throat, and she let her hands roam further down his body. Talenra closed her eyes, pushing deeper into the kiss and pushing her own tongue past the sharp fangs eagerly.

As both girls caressed and embraced their respective partners, they could hear the monastery outside coming awake. The chamber brightened as the sun rose in its fullness, and quiet voices of the other brides could be heard in the halls and courtyard nearby. Normally, the morning would have greeted them with the sounds of other brides performing their own duties. Often, some brides wouldn't be seen until noon if their mates were particularly insatiable that morning. Today was different, though. The twins could hear the other women emerging from their chambers, chatting to each other in soft, excited tones.

The twins shared a glance out of the corners of their eyes; there wasn't enough time. Alensa nodded, making the decision for both of them, though her heart sank, weighed down by guilt at letting down her mate, and her own disappointment at cutting the morning short. Beyond letting her duties slip, she yearned for her mate’s attention just as much as he did hers, after a night spent filling her head with fresh fantasies as she watched the other brides with their felines. Talenra nodded in agreement, turning back to her own partner.

“I will be back tonight, my Lord,” she whispered into one velvety ear. “For all that you want and more, I promise.” With that, she pulled away, holding her lover at arm's length. The leopard would have been unreadable to most, but Talenra was no novice: she had been joined to the Lord of Shading Leaves for months now. She could see the want in the beast's eyes and slightly quickened breath, and read the frustration in the shifting of his forepaws. Then, he stepped aside, padding past her before springing into a leap, claws finding easy purchase on the stone as he climbed to the upper gallery of the chamber. The Lord of Watchful Boughs soon followed his brother. Alensa watched him go with a look of longing.

“Let's go,” Alensa called to her sister, leading her to the main door out into the courtyard. Talenra followed her into the brightly-lit morning.

There were few times when a bride was expected to be apart from her mate. The bathhouse where the young women went to refresh themselves was one, and there were plenty of places such as the basement archive that few of the cats tended to visit. The Renewing –the Sanctuary’s way of celebrating the turning of the year– was apparently another. The brides took the day to refresh themselves as well as the monastery itself, and were supposed to come back to their partners with revitalized passion and fresh perspective. Talenra and Alensa hadn't been at the monastery for the last one, but the other brides had made it clear what was expected of them, and their absence would certainly have been noticed.

Despite this, their presence seemed to be turning a few heads as well. The twins had a habit of keeping to themselves, though not necessarily confined to their own chamber as many of the other brides must have assumed. Their unique situation had caused quite a stir when two leopards had arrived and claimed the same chamber: apparently waiting for the same bride. It was only when both sisters had arrived together that the other brides were able to make sense of it. The twins had reveled in the mystique their unique situation had given them, though a cheetah bride named Tahlin had been quick to point out there were records in the archives of similar pairings happening before. Still, a once-in-a-generation oddity was enough to earn them certain notoriety around the Sanctuary.

The other girls were already busy: doors to the bridal chambers were left conspicuously open to air out the rooms, though the gesture was largely symbolic: the many open windows or even skylights kept the air from growing stale. Talenra moved to clear the way, tugging Alensa gently as Lavika moved past them, struggling with a rolled-up woven rug. She nodded her thanks as she passed. The lion bride’s light hair was loose and plastered wetly to her shoulders. Alensa cocked an eyebrow at her sister, both imagining what her and the King of Rippling Grasses might have gotten up to this morning that would have required her to wash her hair. Maybe we picked the wrong rooms to watch, Talenra considered idly. A crack in the passage wall leading to the archives gave an excellent view of the lion's chamber, but it was out of the way for their normal circuit. The two were very passionate, and one could often picture what was going on well enough just by listening in, and that could be done from halfway across the courtyard some nights.

Alensa followed her, grabbing onto the back end of the roll to help her, and taking the opportunity to study the other bride from behind.

“Oh, thank you!” Lavika sounded grateful, but was clearly surprised. She shifted her grip towards the front. “It is good to see you two. I trust the Lords of Shading Leaves and Watchful Boughs are well?” It wasn't lost on the twins that Lavika addressed them both: a tactful way of getting around the fact she likely didn't know which of the twins was which. Her habit of enquiring after them and their mates had made the twins nervous when they first arrived, thinking that she might have been on to them. It seemed she paid just as much attention to all the newcomers, though.

Alensa still found her way of speaking a bit pretentious, but she wasn't going to let that distract her from the pleasant view she had walking behind her. Unfortunately, Lavika and many of the other brides had chosen outfits that were more practical for the day's chores, and thus less revealing than most days. Still, the short wrapped skirt hugged the young woman's wide, supple hips as they swayed with her steps. With a pleasant fantasy of watching the lion's cock pushing up between Lavika’s cheeks and questing for her slit playing in Alensa’s mind, she followed her out of the monastery while her sister kept up the conversation for the both of them.

“They are, yes. It's not often we see you out this early either,” Talenra answered, deflecting the conversation away from themselves. They stepped out onto the grounds, where the morning sunlight was beginning to shaft over the outer walls.

Lavika gave a wry smile. “Yes, it's not too often I get to see the sunrise from outside our chamber,” she answered with a laugh, sounding more amused than bitter about it. “My King will certainly be missing my company this morning, though I'll be sure to make up for it tonight! I'm sure your Lord will be feeling the same.” Talenra felt a twinge of guilt. Lavika must have assumed her and her sister's mates were particularly insatiable, or else they were particularly devout considering how little they were seen outside their chambers. She didn't mind that, as it leant them some prestige and was a convenient cover for where they truly spent most of their time. The truth that the Lord of Shading Leaves would be missing her company after not serving him at all this morning stung, however.

Alensa winced behind Lavika's back, feeling the same. She helped Lavika hoist the rug, throwing it over a sturdy line that had been strung up. Other brides were already beating and shaking the dust from other rugs and wall hangings. Uninterested in such dirty and tough work, the twins instead fell in with a group of girls working to bring the last of the season's harvest in from the fields and orchard. It wasn't glamorous, but it was light work compared to scrubbing out the bathhouse or grouting worn masonry. More importantly, unlike working in the kitchen to prepare the night's feast or sweeping out the hallways, it afforded ample opportunity for the people-watching that they relished.

It was interesting comparing brides that they had watched in their most intimate moments to how they conducted themselves in the public spaces of the monastery. Carrying a basket of fruit between them, they spotted Amari emerging from the bathhouse with a pail of warm water under each arm. The slight tiger’s bride was red-faced with exertion already, though she didn't seem nearly as small when not dwarfed by her mate.

The Emperor of Brazen Dawn was an impressive sight, and the twins visited the secret vantage point that looked in on their chamber often. Amari herself was a bit stiff, however. They had come to learn each of the brides had their own quirks and improprieties, though Amari’s own seemed to be that she lacked any: performing her duties well, if a bit by-the-book. The only interesting quirk the twins had noticed was a habit of laying on her back with her hips upraised after she and the tiger had finished several rounds of mating. Talenra had once pointed out to her sister that it looked like what a woman might do if she were trying to become pregnant, but Alensa had rolled her eyes, saying she probably just liked the feeling of her lover's cum inside her. Neither could blame her for that, even if it made a better visual to watch a feline’s seed flowing freely down his bride's thighs.

They lost sight of her as she moved around the main building, and they turned reluctantly back to their task. Depositing the basket in the kitchen, they were headed back out when Talenra spotted Lavika standing just outside the main doors, organizing the brides into various tasks. Talenra gestured to her with her chin and Alensa nodded, the pair ducking wordlessly back inside: they had no intention of getting roped needlessly into work. Instead, they made for the courtyard, looking busy as they took over stringing the pillars and balustrades with decorative white ribbons and small oil lamps for the feast later that night. It would have been the task of an hour at most, but the twins stretched it out through the day, taking plenty of time to watch the comings and goings of brides from the courtyard’s upper galleries.

Every once in a while, one of the felines would stride through the courtyard, though most seemed to be off elsewhere. When the Prince of Scattered Feathers made a brief appearance, slinking through the grassy expanse, Alensa stared after him, her thoughts returning abashedly to that morning, when they had been more concerned with watching him and Raess than attending to their own partners.

“We’ll make up for it tonight,” Talenra consoled her sister, reading her thoughts as she tied off a length of sheer white cloth to drape from the stone. Alensa nodded, picturing the expert way the pair’s bodies had moved together, oblivious to their watchers. She tried to picture herself and the Lord of Watchful Boughs doing the same, but each time another bride passed by her mind turned instead to other fantasies of what they had seen in their time here.

The sun overhead turned and made its descent back towards the horizon. As the twins made their way out of the Sanctuary to rejoin the others, Talenra found herself impressed with what the brides had accomplished over the course of the day, no thanks to her and her sister. Halls and walkways had been swept, linens and textiles had been cleaned and returned to their respective chambers, and the many carvings embellishing the Sanctuary’s walls had been meticulously cleared of dust. Outside, the gardens and orchard were cleared of debris, tools organized and the last of the harvest taken in. Brides were making their way toward the bathhouse behind the main building in small groups, chatting and laughing tiredly, while a few of their mates could be seen lounging around the outskirts of the grounds.

The twins slipped in among the small crowd. The bathhouse was already steaming, and a few lamps had been lit, lending it a warm glow to supplement the daylight that was beginning to fade from the windows. Alensa stripped, folding her clothes neatly and reaching to take Talenra’s for her as she followed suit. She handed them over absently, and Alensa suppressed a smile, seeing her sister’s attention was elsewhere; she was eyeing up the other brides as they discarded their own clothing, revealing an array of beautiful bodies just as varied and wondrous as the beasts they served. The other brides seemed nonplussed: it didn't take newcomers long to get accustomed to seeing their fellow brides going about their day in various states of undress, and the others only had eyes for their feline partners. While they wouldn't dream of actually pursuing anyone else, as far as the twins were concerned there was nothing wrong with looking.

As Alensa went on ahead, Talenra lingered to enjoy the sight for a few moments longer. Like the felines, the women who were called to serve them in the sanctuary were all exceptional specimens of beauty in their own right. They were all young women, virgin – at least until they were bonded to their mates – but beyond that had come from all corners of the world. Is it just that the most sacred beasts deserve only the most beautiful brides? Talenra wondered idly. Maybe I’m flattering myself, she admitted, though she didn’t think it was a lie to include her and her sister among their number. There must have been something more to it though. She had spent enough time watching the other brides and their mates to notice some seemed to have physical characteristics in common, others personality. Still others seemed to be a sharp contrast to their mates, yet still were just as firm in their bonds.

Whatever it was, she had certainly come to enjoy the discerning taste of the felines in choosing their mates. Catching up to Alensa, she settled into the water, intent on doing just that. Drawing close, she whispered her appreciative observations to Alensa. She had never been quite as interested in the brides as she had the other felines, but she joined Talenra in appreciation of the display around them.

Mahra slipped into the water nearby with an indulgent sigh, and the twins gravitated towards her. The jaguar bride's brow was flecked with sweat and dust, and she dunked her head to clean it, flicking her braids back over her shoulder with a twist of her head. She nodded at them.

The twins saw Mahra as a bit of a kindred spirit: not just for the similarities in their bestial partners, but for her habit of skirting the monastery's rules as well; it was an open secret that her duties took her outside her chamber and even the monastery itself some nights. That also made her a bit of an enigma, as they had little opportunity to spy on her and the Lord of Falling Dusk. Mahra leaned back against the lip of the pool, stretching out well-muscled limbs along the edge and twisting her neck from side to side with a sigh.

“You know,” she announced to nobody in particular. “I did a lot of travelling before coming here. This is the only place where they celebrate the new year with extra chores, instead of a break from them.” A few of the brides nearby chuckled. From her grin, the twins could tell her griping was good-natured.

“You said that last year,” Denia called from across the pool. She was soaking with a group of the other more experienced brides opposite Mahra. “But I see you worked just as hard this year," she added, voicing what the twins had been thinking. Mahra shrugged, but Alensa could see she was drinking in the complement.

It was strange to be among so many of her peers at once. The twins kept to themselves as a rule, and Talenra found herself feeling a little awkward: the other brides joked and chatted as they washed away the sweat and dust of the day.

“Talenra, isn't it?” A small voice greeted her over the chatter. She turned with some surprise to see Amari had waded up to her, long black hair plastering her shoulders and her chest just below the waterline.

“Amari,” Talenra nodded in greeting, reaching behind her to get her sister's attention. “Nice to see you.” They hadn't spoken much, and she was a bit surprised Amari had picked her out from her sister. A good guess maybe? Amari seemed just as surprised as she had been that she had known her name, and Talenra was struck with the realization they might not have spoken at all: she was familiar with the girl from her spying, but Talenra herself was basically a stranger to her.

“I just wanted to say how much I admire the both of you,” Amari began. “The devotion you both show to the Lords of Shading Leaves and Watchful Boughs is something to be emulated.” She bowed her head humbly. Talenra nodded, gracefully accepting the praise, but not without suffering a sudden pang of guilt.

“Your devotion is to be commended as well,” Alensa spoke up, wading over as she entered the conversation. Amari stood a little straighter at the complement, though she blushed and hesitated before speaking again.

“If you’ll excuse me though, I was wondering…” She fidgeted. “Since all four of you share a room…” Talenra and her sister smiled knowingly; it was a common question.

“We might share a chamber,” Alensa began. Her sister finished for her.

“But we would never share our mates. I belong wholly to my Lord, and Alensa to hers.” Amari relaxed visibly at that proclamation.

“Oh, that’s good to hear. I would never want to support unsubstantiated rumours of course. As I said, I admire your devotion.”

“Yes,” Alensa said, adding a slow and mysterious cadence to her voice. “Though of course, the double bond does lend us certain insight with the spiritual connection…” Talenra glanced at her sister, surprised. It was an old trick from their life before the Sanctuary. In a moment though, she could see what her sister was planning.

“I'm sorry, insight?” Amari asked, taking the bait. She seemed outwardly incredulous, but Amari could tell she was intrigued.

“Yes,” Talenra answered. “It's well known in our homeland for twins to have a gift of insight: perhaps not where you're from. For example, I can sense the Emperor of Brazen Dawn is well looked-after in your hands.”

“He is fortunate to have such a devoted bride as you,” Amari went on. Amari blushed visibly at the praise.

“Someone who can appreciate all that refined grace and isn't afraid for him to show his regal power,” Talenra finished for her. She had chosen her words carefully: echoing the whispered praise and promises they had overheard Amari making when they visited her chamber last. It wasn't lost on Amari, whose eyes widened at the proclamation.

“That's… very kind of you to say,” she stammered.

“Although…” Alensa trailed deliberately, then shook her head. “No, it's not my place to say…”

Amari was hooked. “No, please,” she insisted. “We brides are all sisters here, after all.” She glanced across the pool and Alensa followed her gaze. It had settled on Lavika, who was laughing with Raess and some of the others. That’s interesting. She tucked the observation away for later.

Talenra knew what her sister was after, and picked up seamlessly while she was distracted. It was this connection of theirs that made the con so effective.

“Perhaps…” Talenra began. “Well, I have a sense the Emperor may want to indulge in greater variety from time to time.” Amari reddened. She glanced into the pool as she seemed to consider her words.

“I… see,” she stifled her indignation after a pause. “Perhaps it is time to try out a new technique or two.” She nodded to the pair. “Thank you for the insight, sisters.” She took her leave and the twins let her go with nods of their own, turning back to each other.

“That was bold,” Talenra commented.

Her sister shrugged. “It worked though, didn’t it? I’ve been wanting to see what else she’s capable of.”

“It’s not wrong either. Probably better for the two of them as well,” Talenra conceded. “Come on.” A few of the brides were beginning to get out of the baths, drying themselves off with woven towels, and it gave Talenra an idea. She made her way over to where Mahra was climbing out, water dripping off her toned body. Talenra gave her an appreciative glance before handing a towel to her. Mahra nodded her thanks as she dried off. Hanging it back up, she reached for her clothing when she noticed Talenra strolling to the door naked. As she hoped, Mahra took the bait.

“Not getting dressed?” she asked casually. Talenra matched her attitude, waving a carefree hand at Mahra’s body.

“Why bother? My Lord will be waiting for me after the feast: I don’t see any reason to slow him down.” Mahra grinned, tossing her clothes back down to a casual heap.

“I like the way you think!” She barked out a laugh. “I for one can’t wait either!” Talenra grinned, pleased with herself as she glanced around. A few of the other brides were looking their way or whispering to each other; it was a start, but she would need more than just Mahra if she was going to perpetuate her scheme. Fortunately, Alensa had figured out what she was up to, and was already on it.

“Amari! Why don’t you walk with us back to the monastery?” She asked, sidling up to the tiger’s bride and offering her hand to help her climb from the pool. Amari took it, letting the water drip from her body. Alensa fell into step beside her, steering her towards where Mahra and Talenra were still chatting. “I couldn’t help overhearing you found some interesting manuals in the archive! I would love to hear about them.” She layered on some flattery for good measure. “I hear you’re the expert on that sort of thing.” Amari gave a shy smile.

“I wouldn’t say that, but I’d be happy to share some of what I’ve found. There are some spiritual techniques I saw that are similar to…” she trailed off realizing she had been led to the doors still undressed. “Just a moment, I need to get dried off and redressed.” She seemed to just then notice Alensa’s nakedness. “Are you not?” Alensa shrugged.

“I thought I’d enjoy the evening air on my skin a little longer. I’m surprised you’re not doing the same: I thought of anyone you’d be the first to suggest leaving our clothes behind tonight.” Amari’s jaw tightened slightly, and Alensa worried she had taken the wrong approach. Amari’s dramatic arrival to the Sanctuary where she had immediately stripped bare and announced her devotion had caused a bit of a stir: and apparently a little embarrassment on her part. She tried a different approach. “Besides…” pointedly, she looked her up and down with an approving smile. “Surely the Emperor of Brazen Dawn has waited long enough to rejoin his bride in all her beauty tonight?” That flattery did the trick. Amari hesitated for only a moment, glancing to the side where Talenra had begun chatting up Lavika.

“Yes, you’re right of course,” she acceded, toweling off but leaving her clothes where they lay. “Tonight of all nights he should be especially eager: why leave anything in the way that might delay us?” Alensa caught her sister’s eye and winked at her before agreeing.

“You took the words from my mouth!”

Other brides were looking their way now, speaking to Mahra and Talenra. A couple giggled as they left their clothes behind and made their way out into the evening. Alensa watched Lavika shrug with a shy smile, glancing Amari’s way before slipping back out of her skirt. The two of them proved to be the lynchpin: in only a few moments the rest of the brides had begun to follow suit. Alensa fell back alongside her sister as they left the bathhouse.

“Nice work,” she whispered, pretending to still be listening as Amari began explaining something about controlled breathing. They could enjoy their feast for the eyes a little longer, it seemed.

The mood was light and joyful among the Sanctuary’s inhabitants as they made their way inside in the failing light of the day. Some chatted about what foods they were looking forward to most, while others gossiped more quietly about just how they would show their mates how much they missed them. Alensa and Talenra strained their ears to pick up those threads in particular, plucking out ideas they could use for their own reunion with the lordly leopard brothers.

The feast had measured up to its reputation, and even the sisters were impressed. Oil lamps, including a few they had strung themselves, lit up the courtyard in a dim, cozy light, and some of the freshly-washed rugs were laid out on the grass next to the platters of food. The few brides who had left early to finish preparing looked surprised at the other’s nakedness, but were quickly cajoled into joining the rest.

The food was splendid; monastery fare was normally rather plain, but tonight all the variety the orchards and gardens could offer was on display. There was even some meat: prepared in a thick, spiced sauce that was spread on pieces of flatbread so that everyone could indulge in the rare treat. The monastery couldn’t keep any livestock, and the felines hunted for themselves in the wilds outside the walls. On rare occasions, one might instead return with a kill and offer it to the brides. Denia beamed as she doled out the meal: her cougar mate must have been the one to make the offering.

The last of the day’s light had finally retreated, but the stones of the Sanctuary still radiated the heat of the day, keeping the atmosphere warm and welcoming even as the sky turned dark. The orange glow of the oil lamps shone on bare skin that had quickly dried in the warm evening, and laughter, chatter, and even the odd song rose through the open space of the courtyard to where the first stars were appearing overhead. Alensa passed her sister a cup as she sat back down, joining her towards the end of where the brides had arranged themselves. She raised an eyebrow, but made an approving noise as she tasted it. A couple of enterprising brides had produced a stoneware cask of fruit wine they had been working on just for the occasion, much to everyone’s delight. There wasn’t much to go around, but it was still strong enough to warm their cheeks and loosen tongues.

A roar cut through the comfortable din of the festivities, making more than a few of the brides jump. Every head turned towards the end of the courtyard, where the Emperor of Brazen Dawn stood. He really was a regal beast, Talenra thought. The tiger’s orange-and-black striped coat echoed the mingling shadow and firelight, the white of his jowls standing out starkly as he stood with his head upraised. Loud as it was, it was not an angry sound: simply an announcement of his presence. While the other brides were stunned for the moment, the tiger’s bride showed no hesitation. Amari moved immediately, but calmly to slip out of the crowd, dropping to one knee in a gesture of deference once she was free. The Emperor began walking towards her and she stood, crossing the distance to him.

Amari embraced her mate into a kiss, hardly having to stoop to meet him. There was a flash of white fangs, and Talenra could see the tiger’s tongue pushing deeply into Amari’s mouth. Talenra felt her body grow warm from more than just the wine, though she took a slow sip as she enjoyed the display. She and Alensa weren’t the only ones staring at the pair with hungry eyes as they enjoyed a long and passionate kiss. When they did finally break away, the Emperor of Brazen Dawn led his bride silently towards their waiting chamber. Amari didn’t look back, following him dutifully.

Not to be outdone, a second bass roar boomed out before Amari's chamber had closed behind them. Alensa, Talenra, and the other brides turned to see Lavika striding calmly out of the crowd towards her waiting mate. The King of Rippling Grasses stood in front of their chamber door, a short distance away. Lavika reached the lion's side with a smile, embracing him and caressing his thick mane with both hands. Bending down, she trailed one hand beneath her lover's chin as she whispered something into his ear with a grin. Talenra strained her ears, but couldn't make it out. Whatever she had said, the lion obviously agreed, and the couple turned away. Lavika glanced back with a smile, giving a little wave of farewell to the other brides before the door closed behind her.

Continued in Part 6-2

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The Brides' Sanctuary Part 6-1

Welcome back to the monastery once again for part six! As always, the series is a commission from Scipio. If you're new to the series, I recommend starting with the first chapter but each installment is self-contained if you want to skip ahead!

Tags: >! Voyeurism, F twins/2xM leopard, F/F, rough sex!<


An enthusiastic string of moans issued from one of the monastery’s high windows, much to the delight of the two eavesdroppers listening eagerly from the ledge outside. It wasn't much of a window: the vertical slit was a palm’s breadth wide and designed to admit light and cooling breezes into the chamber below, rather than for viewing out of. It was certainly not meant to be viewed into, but the sisters had made a habit of skirting what they were meant to be doing since long before they ever came to the monastery.

“Oh, now this is interesting…” Talenra purred softly. “It's Raess,” she announced. Her hands were braced on the stone gutter above as she peered in.

“That's Raess?” A small trickle of dust fell earthward as her sister Alensa inched closer along the ledge. It wasn't much of a ledge either: the narrow, decorative lip of stone offered just enough room to stand on if they pressed their bodies tight to the upper wall. A natural talent, honed by a brief stint as acrobats, meant the two felt little concern for their precarious foothold or the long drop beyond it. “Let me see.” Alensa slid in behind her sister, nudging her aside with her head.

“You're supposed to be on lookout,” Talenra reminded her, though she ceded some space at the window to let her twin join her.

“No one can see us from here,” Alensa countered quietly. “Besides, everyone is still inside anyway: that's the whole point.” Raess’s chamber hadn't been their first stop of the night, but it would have to be their last. Behind the two young women, the sky was already turning purple and brightening with the impending sunrise. The discovery had been a surprise: while all the bridal chambers opened into the same verdant courtyard in the center of the Sanctuary, the unique architecture of each room made it difficult to tell from the outside where one chamber began and the other ended. They had been searching for a way to spy into Raess and the Prince of Scattered Feathers’ chamber for some time now.

The voice that reached them was breathless, almost hoarse with desire. The twins fixed their attention back down below where Raess was performing her bridal duties for her mate. The normally taciturn bride was apparently quite the vocal lover, and a string of wordless moans, soft praise, and even the occasional curse drifted up to the voyeurs at the window.

“I didn't know she had it in her,” Alensa commented.

“I didn't know he did either,” Talenra added. It came out more rudely than she had meant, but the surprise and admiration were genuine. The Prince of Scattered Feathers was the only serval currently at the monastery: slender and long-legged like his mate. Like many of the monastery's felines –particularly the smaller-bodied species– he was large for his kind, but he was still dwarfed by the twins' own mates. That didn't seem to deter the couple in the least, however.

Raess was sitting back on a sort of a low couch with her legs splayed and hips hanging over the edge. Several tasseled pillows propped her up, and she gripped the edge of the couch with one hand. Even from their high vantage point, Alensa and Talenra could see the white of her knuckles. The Prince of Scattered Feathers stood before her, his narrow frame tucked in between her spread knees and his front paws up on the couch to her right and left. From the high angle, they couldn’t catch sight of the Prince’s cock, but the firm slap of his body against hers reached them with an erotic thrill. The feline’s hips were a blur of tan and black, and Alensa curled her bottom lip at the sight of the speed and passion he put behind each thrust. Talenra’s eyes were more focused on Raess, watching the way her thighs quivered with every impact.

Please, my Prince!” Raess was heard faintly, her breath shallow and quick. “Be as fierce as you like!” With her free hand, she stroked the serval’s back, trailing her fingers lovingly through the coarse fur. The beast twisted his head for a moment, nuzzling it against her arm affectionately, though never breaking his pace for a moment. As he pulled away, his long ears flattened, and he drove himself even harder. As she embraced her mate, Raess shifted her hips slightly in a practiced rolling motion, a subtle but obviously effective complement to her lover's thrusts.

Alensa had one hand braced on the sill of the window, the other finding its way between her legs. She found herself wet and wanting. Self-pleasure might have been frowned upon, but it wasn’t forbidden. Even still, she forced herself to move slowly, only teasing; they had their own mates to attend to before the night was done, and their window for spying was rapidly drawing to a close. As soon as the sun was up, the other brides would start making preparations. Talenra heard her sister’s breath hitch and glanced at her for a moment. She was about to comment on how they might use the furniture in their own chambers when Raess cried out again from below.

Yes! Oh, my love!” They watched her grip tighten, both hands wrapping around her lover’s shoulders and pulling him in to her breast. The serval’s hips have a few more furious thrusts before fully joining Raess in the embrace, body pressed tight to her heaving chest and his hips buried between her twitching legs. Alensa pulled her hand away with a reluctant expression. It was getting late.

“We should get back,” she cautioned Talenra, but she shushed her with a wave of her hand. Below, Raess relaxed her tight grip. The Prince nuzzled her, licking at her exposed breasts while she ran her fingers down the back of his head and bent her head to whisper something in her mate’s ear. Talenra strained her own ears to listen, but couldn’t make it out. Whatever it was, the serval seemed pleased, and he gave his mate another lick on the cheek before pulling away to circle around the couch. As he moved away, the streak of white seed spilling from Raess’s slit was clearly visible, and she quickly moved to follow him.

“Ohhh, that was good!” Talenra sighed. The Prince of Scattered Feathers twitched his long ears, glancing up to the high window.

Both twins pulled away, flattening themselves back against the wall. They were quick and practiced: the feline wouldn’t have seen more than a passing shadow at most. With their attention away from the bridal chamber though, they could see the first rays of sun hitting the underbellies of the scattered clouds above.

“Come on,” Alensa called softly. She dropped off the ledge, twisting and catching herself on the lip with one hand. With practiced skill, the twins maneuvered back down the way they came, pressing bare fingers and toes into decorative stonework and carvings on the Sanctuary’s facade.

They did not descend all the way to the ground, instead alighting on a flat section of roof and vaulting in through an open window. The passage beyond was dark and deserted, but the earliest risers would already be up and about soon. Fortunately, the twins didn't have far to go. A short way down the passage, Alensa pulled aside a wall hanging, revealing an irregular opening in the stonework behind. Talenra ducked in first, and her sister followed, covering up the entrance behind them.

Stooping to a half-crouch, the pair made their way through the cramped tunnel in the stonework. A channel cut in the bottom meant it must have been some sort of aqueduct at one time, but the sisters were more concerned with what it could be now: a way to slip along the monastery unseen. The tunnel circled past most of the bridal chambers, and it was full of entrances. A broad opening in a disused hall marked a formal entrance, but in plenty of places the old stonework was cracked, allowing small peepholes into several of the chambers. Careful use of a rasp when the occupants weren't around had allowed them to widen the holes slightly to offer better views, and even create this entrance where they could make a quick escape.

Just before the tunnel made a sharp slope down to wherever the water was originally delivered, Talenra crouched behind a section of loose stonework. Alensa quickly joined her sister, sliding it out of place with a grind of stone on stone. This was the only place their secret passage allowed access to one of the chambers. With any luck, the occupants of this particular chamber would still be asleep. Alensa crawled through first, leaving Talenra to close the entrance behind them.

“Oh! Good morning, my Lord.”

Talenra tensed as she heard her sister greet her mate. They hadn't been as quick getting back as they should have been. Dusting off her hands, she hurried down from the small balcony to the main floor of their shared bridal chamber. Alensa was already nuzzling with the Lord of Watchful Boughs. His brother, The Lord of Shading Leaves and Talenra’s own mate, was standing nearby, ears alert and tail flicking impatiently. Talenra hurried to join her sister.

Alensa cupped her lover's powerful jaws with both hands, stroking the leopard’s fur and inviting him into a gentle kiss. He welcomed the gesture with a quiet rumble, parting his sharp fangs enough to let his tongue press against hers. Beside her, Talenra did the same, though she let her hands run over the back of her Lord's neck: something her mate liked more. The twins' movements were more natural than practiced, and they fell easily into their duties. Alensa shuddered as her Lord huffed hot breath over her throat, and she let her hands roam further down his body. Talenra closed her eyes, pushing deeper into the kiss and pushing her own tongue past the sharp fangs eagerly.

As both girls caressed and embraced their respective partners, they could hear the monastery outside coming awake. The chamber brightened as the sun rose in its fullness, and quiet voices of the other brides could be heard in the halls and courtyard nearby. Normally, the morning would have greeted them with the sounds of other brides performing their own duties. Often, some brides wouldn't be seen until noon if their mates were particularly insatiable that morning. Today was different, though. The twins could hear the other women emerging from their chambers, chatting to each other in soft, excited tones.

The twins shared a glance out of the corners of their eyes; there wasn't enough time. Alensa nodded, making the decision for both of them, though her heart sank, weighed down by guilt at letting down her mate, and her own disappointment at cutting the morning short. Beyond letting her duties slip, she yearned for her mate’s attention just as much as he did hers, after a night spent filling her head with fresh fantasies as she watched the other brides with their felines. Talenra nodded in agreement, turning back to her own partner.

“I will be back tonight, my Lord,” she whispered into one velvety ear. “For all that you want and more, I promise.” With that, she pulled away, holding her lover at arm's length. The leopard would have been unreadable to most, but Talenra was no novice: she had been joined to the Lord of Shading Leaves for months now. She could see the want in the beast's eyes and slightly quickened breath, and read the frustration in the shifting of his forepaws. Then, he stepped aside, padding past her before springing into a leap, claws finding easy purchase on the stone as he climbed to the upper gallery of the chamber. The Lord of Watchful Boughs soon followed his brother. Alensa watched him go with a look of longing.

“Let's go,” Alensa called to her sister, leading her to the main door out into the courtyard. Talenra followed her into the brightly-lit morning.

There were few times when a bride was expected to be apart from her mate. The bathhouse where the young women went to refresh themselves was one, and there were plenty of places such as the basement archive that few of the cats tended to visit. The Renewing –the Sanctuary’s way of celebrating the turning of the year– was apparently another. The brides took the day to refresh themselves as well as the monastery itself, and were supposed to come back to their partners with revitalized passion and fresh perspective. Talenra and Alensa hadn't been at the monastery for the last one, but the other brides had made it clear what was expected of them, and their absence would certainly have been noticed.

Despite this, their presence seemed to be turning a few heads as well. The twins had a habit of keeping to themselves, though not necessarily confined to their own chamber as many of the other brides must have assumed. Their unique situation had caused quite a stir when two leopards had arrived and claimed the same chamber: apparently waiting for the same bride. It was only when both sisters had arrived together that the other brides were able to make sense of it. The twins had reveled in the mystique their unique situation had given them, though a cheetah bride named Tahlin had been quick to point out there were records in the archives of similar pairings happening before. Still, a once-in-a-generation oddity was enough to earn them certain notoriety around the Sanctuary.

The other girls were already busy: doors to the bridal chambers were left conspicuously open to air out the rooms, though the gesture was largely symbolic: the many open windows or even skylights kept the air from growing stale. Talenra moved to clear the way, tugging Alensa gently as Lavika moved past them, struggling with a rolled-up woven rug. She nodded her thanks as she passed. The lion bride’s light hair was loose and plastered wetly to her shoulders. Alensa cocked an eyebrow at her sister, both imagining what her and the King of Rippling Grasses might have gotten up to this morning that would have required her to wash her hair. Maybe we picked the wrong rooms to watch, Talenra considered idly. A crack in the passage wall leading to the archives gave an excellent view of the lion's chamber, but it was out of the way for their normal circuit. The two were very passionate, and one could often picture what was going on well enough just by listening in, and that could be done from halfway across the courtyard some nights.

Alensa followed her, grabbing onto the back end of the roll to help her, and taking the opportunity to study the other bride from behind.

“Oh, thank you!” Lavika sounded grateful, but was clearly surprised. She shifted her grip towards the front. “It is good to see you two. I trust the Lords of Shading Leaves and Watchful Boughs are well?” It wasn't lost on the twins that Lavika addressed them both: a tactful way of getting around the fact she likely didn't know which of the twins was which. Her habit of enquiring after them and their mates had made the twins nervous when they first arrived, thinking that she might have been on to them. It seemed she paid just as much attention to all the newcomers, though.

Alensa still found her way of speaking a bit pretentious, but she wasn't going to let that distract her from the pleasant view she had walking behind her. Unfortunately, Lavika and many of the other brides had chosen outfits that were more practical for the day's chores, and thus less revealing than most days. Still, the short wrapped skirt hugged the young woman's wide, supple hips as they swayed with her steps. With a pleasant fantasy of watching the lion's cock pushing up between Lavika’s cheeks and questing for her slit playing in Alensa’s mind, she followed her out of the monastery while her sister kept up the conversation for the both of them.

“They are, yes. It's not often we see you out this early either,” Talenra answered, deflecting the conversation away from themselves. They stepped out onto the grounds, where the morning sunlight was beginning to shaft over the outer walls.

Lavika gave a wry smile. “Yes, it's not too often I get to see the sunrise from outside our chamber,” she answered with a laugh, sounding more amused than bitter about it. “My King will certainly be missing my company this morning, though I'll be sure to make up for it tonight! I'm sure your Lord will be feeling the same.” Talenra felt a twinge of guilt. Lavika must have assumed her and her sister's mates were particularly insatiable, or else they were particularly devout considering how little they were seen outside their chambers. She didn't mind that, as it leant them some prestige and was a convenient cover for where they truly spent most of their time. The truth that the Lord of Shading Leaves would be missing her company after not serving him at all this morning stung, however.

Alensa winced behind Lavika's back, feeling the same. She helped Lavika hoist the rug, throwing it over a sturdy line that had been strung up. Other brides were already beating and shaking the dust from other rugs and wall hangings. Uninterested in such dirty and tough work, the twins instead fell in with a group of girls working to bring the last of the season's harvest in from the fields and orchard. It wasn't glamorous, but it was light work compared to scrubbing out the bathhouse or grouting worn masonry. More importantly, unlike working in the kitchen to prepare the night's feast or sweeping out the hallways, it afforded ample opportunity for the people-watching that they relished.

It was interesting comparing brides that they had watched in their most intimate moments to how they conducted themselves in the public spaces of the monastery. Carrying a basket of fruit between them, they spotted Amari emerging from the bathhouse with a pail of warm water under each arm. The slight tiger’s bride was red-faced with exertion already, though she didn't seem nearly as small when not dwarfed by her mate.

The Emperor of Brazen Dawn was an impressive sight, and the twins visited the secret vantage point that looked in on their chamber often. Amari herself was a bit stiff, however. They had come to learn each of the brides had their own quirks and improprieties, though Amari’s own seemed to be that she lacked any: performing her duties well, if a bit by-the-book. The only interesting quirk the twins had noticed was a habit of laying on her back with her hips upraised after she and the tiger had finished several rounds of mating. Talenra had once pointed out to her sister that it looked like what a woman might do if she were trying to become pregnant, but Alensa had rolled her eyes, saying she probably just liked the feeling of her lover's cum inside her. Neither could blame her for that, even if it made a better visual to watch a feline’s seed flowing freely down his bride's thighs.

They lost sight of her as she moved around the main building, and they turned reluctantly back to their task. Depositing the basket in the kitchen, they were headed back out when Talenra spotted Lavika standing just outside the main doors, organizing the brides into various tasks. Talenra gestured to her with her chin and Alensa nodded, the pair ducking wordlessly back inside: they had no intention of getting roped needlessly into work. Instead, they made for the courtyard, looking busy as they took over stringing the pillars and balustrades with decorative white ribbons and small oil lamps for the feast later that night. It would have been the task of an hour at most, but the twins stretched it out through the day, taking plenty of time to watch the comings and goings of brides from the courtyard’s upper galleries.

Every once in a while, one of the felines would stride through the courtyard, though most seemed to be off elsewhere. When the Prince of Scattered Feathers made a brief appearance, slinking through the grassy expanse, Alensa stared after him, her thoughts returning abashedly to that morning, when they had been more concerned with watching him and Raess than attending to their own partners.

“We’ll make up for it tonight,” Talenra consoled her sister, reading her thoughts as she tied off a length of sheer white cloth to drape from the stone. Alensa nodded, picturing the expert way the pair’s bodies had moved together, oblivious to their watchers. She tried to picture herself and the Lord of Watchful Boughs doing the same, but each time another bride passed by her mind turned instead to other fantasies of what they had seen in their time here.

The sun overhead turned and made its descent back towards the horizon. As the twins made their way out of the Sanctuary to rejoin the others, Talenra found herself impressed with what the brides had accomplished over the course of the day, no thanks to her and her sister. Halls and walkways had been swept, linens and textiles had been cleaned and returned to their respective chambers, and the many carvings embellishing the Sanctuary’s walls had been meticulously cleared of dust. Outside, the gardens and orchard were cleared of debris, tools organized and the last of the harvest taken in. Brides were making their way toward the bathhouse behind the main building in small groups, chatting and laughing tiredly, while a few of their mates could be seen lounging around the outskirts of the grounds.

The twins slipped in among the small crowd. The bathhouse was already steaming, and a few lamps had been lit, lending it a warm glow to supplement the daylight that was beginning to fade from the windows. Alensa stripped, folding her clothes neatly and reaching to take Talenra’s for her as she followed suit. She handed them over absently, and Alensa suppressed a smile, seeing her sister’s attention was elsewhere; she was eyeing up the other brides as they discarded their own clothing, revealing an array of beautiful bodies just as varied and wondrous as the beasts they served. The other brides seemed nonplussed: it didn't take newcomers long to get accustomed to seeing their fellow brides going about their day in various states of undress, and the others only had eyes for their feline partners. While they wouldn't dream of actually pursuing anyone else, as far as the twins were concerned there was nothing wrong with looking.

As Alensa went on ahead, Talenra lingered to enjoy the sight for a few moments longer. Like the felines, the women who were called to serve them in the sanctuary were all exceptional specimens of beauty in their own right. They were all young women, virgin – at least until they were bonded to their mates – but beyond that had come from all corners of the world. Is it just that the most sacred beasts deserve only the most beautiful brides? Talenra wondered idly. Maybe I’m flattering myself, she admitted, though she didn’t think it was a lie to include her and her sister among their number. There must have been something more to it though. She had spent enough time watching the other brides and their mates to notice some seemed to have physical characteristics in common, others personality. Still others seemed to be a sharp contrast to their mates, yet still were just as firm in their bonds.

Whatever it was, she had certainly come to enjoy the discerning taste of the felines in choosing their mates. Catching up to Alensa, she settled into the water, intent on doing just that. Drawing close, she whispered her appreciative observations to Alensa. She had never been quite as interested in the brides as she had the other felines, but she joined Talenra in appreciation of the display around them.

Mahra slipped into the water nearby with an indulgent sigh, and the twins gravitated towards her. The jaguar bride's brow was flecked with sweat and dust, and she dunked her head to clean it, flicking her braids back over her shoulder with a twist of her head. She nodded at them.

The twins saw Mahra as a bit of a kindred spirit: not just for the similarities in their bestial partners, but for her habit of skirting the monastery's rules as well; it was an open secret that her duties took her outside her chamber and even the monastery itself some nights. That also made her a bit of an enigma, as they had little opportunity to spy on her and the Lord of Falling Dusk. Mahra leaned back against the lip of the pool, stretching out well-muscled limbs along the edge and twisting her neck from side to side with a sigh.

“You know,” she announced to nobody in particular. “I did a lot of travelling before coming here. This is the only place where they celebrate the new year with extra chores, instead of a break from them.” A few of the brides nearby chuckled. From her grin, the twins could tell her griping was good-natured.

“You said that last year,” Denia called from across the pool. She was soaking with a group of the other more experienced brides opposite Mahra. “But I see you worked just as hard this year," she added, voicing what the twins had been thinking. Mahra shrugged, but Alensa could see she was drinking in the complement.

It was strange to be among so many of her peers at once. The twins kept to themselves as a rule, and Talenra found herself feeling a little awkward: the other brides joked and chatted as they washed away the sweat and dust of the day.

“Talenra, isn't it?” A small voice greeted her over the chatter. She turned with some surprise to see Amari had waded up to her, long black hair plastering her shoulders and her chest just below the waterline.

“Amari,” Talenra nodded in greeting, reaching behind her to get her sister's attention. “Nice to see you.” They hadn't spoken much, and she was a bit surprised Amari had picked her out from her sister. A good guess maybe? Amari seemed just as surprised as she had been that she had known her name, and Talenra was struck with the realization they might not have spoken at all: she was familiar with the girl from her spying, but Talenra herself was basically a stranger to her.

“I just wanted to say how much I admire the both of you,” Amari began. “The devotion you both show to the Lords of Shading Leaves and Watchful Boughs is something to be emulated.” She bowed her head humbly. Talenra nodded, gracefully accepting the praise, but not without suffering a sudden pang of guilt.

“Your devotion is to be commended as well,” Alensa spoke up, wading over as she entered the conversation. Amari stood a little straighter at the complement, though she blushed and hesitated before speaking again.

“If you’ll excuse me though, I was wondering…” She fidgeted. “Since all four of you share a room…” Talenra and her sister smiled knowingly; it was a common question.

“We might share a chamber,” Alensa began. Her sister finished for her.

“But we would never share our mates. I belong wholly to my Lord, and Alensa to hers.” Amari relaxed visibly at that proclamation.

“Oh, that’s good to hear. I would never want to support unsubstantiated rumours of course. As I said, I admire your devotion.”

“Yes,” Alensa said, adding a slow and mysterious cadence to her voice. “Though of course, the double bond does lend us certain insight with the spiritual connection…” Talenra glanced at her sister, surprised. It was an old trick from their life before the Sanctuary. In a moment though, she could see what her sister was planning.

“I'm sorry, insight?” Amari asked, taking the bait. She seemed outwardly incredulous, but Amari could tell she was intrigued.

“Yes,” Talenra answered. “It's well known in our homeland for twins to have a gift of insight: perhaps not where you're from. For example, I can sense the Emperor of Brazen Dawn is well looked-after in your hands.”

“He is fortunate to have such a devoted bride as you,” Amari went on. Amari blushed visibly at the praise.

“Someone who can appreciate all that refined grace and isn't afraid for him to show his regal power,” Talenra finished for her. She had chosen her words carefully: echoing the whispered praise and promises they had overheard Amari making when they visited her chamber last. It wasn't lost on Amari, whose eyes widened at the proclamation.

“That's… very kind of you to say,” she stammered.

“Although…” Alensa trailed deliberately, then shook her head. “No, it's not my place to say…”

Amari was hooked. “No, please,” she insisted. “We brides are all sisters here, after all.” She glanced across the pool and Alensa followed her gaze. It had settled on Lavika, who was laughing with Raess and some of the others. That’s interesting. She tucked the observation away for later.

Talenra knew what her sister was after, and picked up seamlessly while she was distracted. It was this connection of theirs that made the con so effective.

“Perhaps…” Talenra began. “Well, I have a sense the Emperor may want to indulge in greater variety from time to time.” Amari reddened. She glanced into the pool as she seemed to consider her words.

“I… see,” she stifled her indignation after a pause. “Perhaps it is time to try out a new technique or two.” She nodded to the pair. “Thank you for the insight, sisters.” She took her leave and the twins let her go with nods of their own, turning back to each other.

“That was bold,” Talenra commented.

Her sister shrugged. “It worked though, didn’t it? I’ve been wanting to see what else she’s capable of.”

“It’s not wrong either. Probably better for the two of them as well,” Talenra conceded. “Come on.” A few of the brides were beginning to get out of the baths, drying themselves off with woven towels, and it gave Talenra an idea. She made her way over to where Mahra was climbing out, water dripping off her toned body. Talenra gave her an appreciative glance before handing a towel to her. Mahra nodded her thanks as she dried off. Hanging it back up, she reached for her clothing when she noticed Talenra strolling to the door naked. As she hoped, Mahra took the bait.

“Not getting dressed?” she asked casually. Talenra matched her attitude, waving a carefree hand at Mahra’s body.

“Why bother? My Lord will be waiting for me after the feast: I don’t see any reason to slow him down.” Mahra grinned, tossing her clothes back down to a casual heap.

“I like the way you think!” She barked out a laugh. “I for one can’t wait either!” Talenra grinned, pleased with herself as she glanced around. A few of the other brides were looking their way or whispering to each other; it was a start, but she would need more than just Mahra if she was going to perpetuate her scheme. Fortunately, Alensa had figured out what she was up to, and was already on it.

“Amari! Why don’t you walk with us back to the monastery?” She asked, sidling up to the tiger’s bride and offering her hand to help her climb from the pool. Amari took it, letting the water drip from her body. Alensa fell into step beside her, steering her towards where Mahra and Talenra were still chatting. “I couldn’t help overhearing you found some interesting manuals in the archive! I would love to hear about them.” She layered on some flattery for good measure. “I hear you’re the expert on that sort of thing.” Amari gave a shy smile.

“I wouldn’t say that, but I’d be happy to share some of what I’ve found. There are some spiritual techniques I saw that are similar to…” she trailed off realizing she had been led to the doors still undressed. “Just a moment, I need to get dried off and redressed.” She seemed to just then notice Alensa’s nakedness. “Are you not?” Alensa shrugged.

“I thought I’d enjoy the evening air on my skin a little longer. I’m surprised you’re not doing the same: I thought of anyone you’d be the first to suggest leaving our clothes behind tonight.” Amari’s jaw tightened slightly, and Alensa worried she had taken the wrong approach. Amari’s dramatic arrival to the Sanctuary where she had immediately stripped bare and announced her devotion had caused a bit of a stir: and apparently a little embarrassment on her part. She tried a different approach. “Besides…” pointedly, she looked her up and down with an approving smile. “Surely the Emperor of Brazen Dawn has waited long enough to rejoin his bride in all her beauty tonight?” That flattery did the trick. Amari hesitated for only a moment, glancing to the side where Talenra had begun chatting up Lavika.

“Yes, you’re right of course,” she acceded, toweling off but leaving her clothes where they lay. “Tonight of all nights he should be especially eager: why leave anything in the way that might delay us?” Alensa caught her sister’s eye and winked at her before agreeing.

“You took the words from my mouth!”

Other brides were looking their way now, speaking to Mahra and Talenra. A couple giggled as they left their clothes behind and made their way out into the evening. Alensa watched Lavika shrug with a shy smile, glancing Amari’s way before slipping back out of her skirt. The two of them proved to be the lynchpin: in only a few moments the rest of the brides had begun to follow suit. Alensa fell back alongside her sister as they left the bathhouse.

“Nice work,” she whispered, pretending to still be listening as Amari began explaining something about controlled breathing. They could enjoy their feast for the eyes a little longer, it seemed.

The mood was light and joyful among the Sanctuary’s inhabitants as they made their way inside in the failing light of the day. Some chatted about what foods they were looking forward to most, while others gossiped more quietly about just how they would show their mates how much they missed them. Alensa and Talenra strained their ears to pick up those threads in particular, plucking out ideas they could use for their own reunion with the lordly leopard brothers.

The feast had measured up to its reputation, and even the sisters were impressed. Oil lamps, including a few they had strung themselves, lit up the courtyard in a dim, cozy light, and some of the freshly-washed rugs were laid out on the grass next to the platters of food. The few brides who had left early to finish preparing looked surprised at the other’s nakedness, but were quickly cajoled into joining the rest.

The food was splendid; monastery fare was normally rather plain, but tonight all the variety the orchards and gardens could offer was on display. There was even some meat: prepared in a thick, spiced sauce that was spread on pieces of flatbread so that everyone could indulge in the rare treat. The monastery couldn’t keep any livestock, and the felines hunted for themselves in the wilds outside the walls. On rare occasions, one might instead return with a kill and offer it to the brides. Denia beamed as she doled out the meal: her cougar mate must have been the one to make the offering.

The last of the day’s light had finally retreated, but the stones of the Sanctuary still radiated the heat of the day, keeping the atmosphere warm and welcoming even as the sky turned dark. The orange glow of the oil lamps shone on bare skin that had quickly dried in the warm evening, and laughter, chatter, and even the odd song rose through the open space of the courtyard to where the first stars were appearing overhead. Alensa passed her sister a cup as she sat back down, joining her towards the end of where the brides had arranged themselves. She raised an eyebrow, but made an approving noise as she tasted it. A couple of enterprising brides had produced a stoneware cask of fruit wine they had been working on just for the occasion, much to everyone’s delight. There wasn’t much to go around, but it was still strong enough to warm their cheeks and loosen tongues.

A roar cut through the comfortable din of the festivities, making more than a few of the brides jump. Every head turned towards the end of the courtyard, where the Emperor of Brazen Dawn stood. He really was a regal beast, Talenra thought. The tiger’s orange-and-black striped coat echoed the mingling shadow and firelight, the white of his jowls standing out starkly as he stood with his head upraised. Loud as it was, it was not an angry sound: simply an announcement of his presence. While the other brides were stunned for the moment, the tiger’s bride showed no hesitation. Amari moved immediately, but calmly to slip out of the crowd, dropping to one knee in a gesture of deference once she was free. The Emperor began walking towards her and she stood, crossing the distance to him.

Amari embraced her mate into a kiss, hardly having to stoop to meet him. There was a flash of white fangs, and Talenra could see the tiger’s tongue pushing deeply into Amari’s mouth. Talenra felt her body grow warm from more than just the wine, though she took a slow sip as she enjoyed the display. She and Alensa weren’t the only ones staring at the pair with hungry eyes as they enjoyed a long and passionate kiss. When they did finally break away, the Emperor of Brazen Dawn led his bride silently towards their waiting chamber. Amari didn’t look back, following him dutifully.

Not to be outdone, a second bass roar boomed out before Amari's chamber had closed behind them. Alensa, Talenra, and the other brides turned to see Lavika striding calmly out of the crowd towards her waiting mate. The King of Rippling Grasses stood in front of their chamber door, a short distance away. Lavika reached the lion's side with a smile, embracing him and caressing his thick mane with both hands. Bending down, she trailed one hand beneath her lover's chin as she whispered something into his ear with a grin. Talenra strained her ears, but couldn't make it out. Whatever she had said, the lion obviously agreed, and the couple turned away. Lavika glanced back with a smile, giving a little wave of farewell to the other brides before the door closed behind her.

Continued in Part 6-2

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