It was dark by the time Khukri released Miyoko from her clutches. The wolf was eager to show her handiwork to her master, going so far as to offer anything in his wardrobe for their trip to ‘the petals,’ where he would claim his prize.
Luckily, Ashling appeared to have a foreigner’s taste, replacing the many robes and dresses of Sean’s collection with practical and sturdy pants and shirts. Perhaps her ‘master’ was foreign to Tythic? Even in northern Tythic, where some fashion bled through from the republic of the syndicate, the attire would be feminine. Of course, it was possible he was just weird, after all, Miyoko was a girl and she borrowed all her dresses from Sean. Either way, she was grateful for the chance to dress. That modicum of privacy was a perfect opportunity to stash the vial of ether.
Hundreds of naked cultists filled the courtyard past the sea of green and pink trees, talking and laughing while crowding tables or sitting in the grass. In the middle, a tower rose into the darkness, presumably the Petals. Dots of light flowed from the building’s small windows above, granting minor illumination to the pink eaves and hinting at its scale. The courtyard itself was lit by billowing fires in stone furnaces at the tower’s base where a few, thankfully covered by healy leather aprons, continuously grilled and handed off clay bowls of roasted, seasoned veggies, along with a smell that make Miyoko’s stomach twist and growl in anticipation.
So, this is where the sex cultists perform their rituals? Miyoko wasn’t dumb enough to believe their nonsense, obviously. She’d heard plenty of talk about divine lights and spooky mysticism from Fleur, enough to trick that idiot monk into releasing her from the ARC anyway. At its core, this cult was no different from Elizabeth’s. It was an easy thing to claim your side had magic powers or secret knowledge about a scary otherworldly being. It made for good propaganda, but the Tsu Empire were queens of propaganda. Somehow, being told ‘walk around my compound naked and have lots of sex and you’ll eventually get magic powers’ did little to quell those doubts.
“Master!” Khukri called, drawing attention from several uneasy cultists. It was hard to say if the nervousness stemmed from a wolf existing, or the fact she showed up to their orgy armed to the teeth.
Ashling skirted through the tables, smiling as he hurried over and grabbed the sides of the wolf’s head, enthusiastically scratching behind her ears. “Hey there beautiful…” he said, pecking her quickly on the nose before cocking his head to view Miyoko. “Wow… Miyoko. You look nice. How’re you feeling, hungry?”
Miyoko crossed her arms over her ribs and looked away as. “Yes, Master. Thank you…” A timid smile turned the corners of her lips up, bashfully. Timid and shy. That’s the role this time.
“Her previous owner, or someone from the exchange, mistreated her,” Khukri said softly, eliciting a concerned look from Ashling. After a moment, Khukri slipped around him, and nodded to the tower. “She might be more comfortable away from the crowd.”
With a smile and a gentle nudge, Ashling led them through the crowds and to the door, holding it aside so they could enter. Inside was busy as well, though nothing compared to the crowd they’d just left. “The first level is filled with pools of water, which draw heat from the furnaces they’re cooking on outside.” Ashling indicated doors on each floor as they ascended the spiral staircases. “The steam rises to the second floor, so those rooms are steam rooms... I’m not sure why they want to sit in rooms full of steam, but they seem to like it... This room is ours for a few hours. There’s a vent to let steam from the room below in. It’s great. It’s like... impossible to burn dinner.”
The room was unremarkable, though clearly well-maintained. Other than the large stone oven in the corner, it held a table, a washbasin, and a large padded square of covered cloth. Miyoko only needed one guess for what the sex cult needed that last one for. In fact, they’d only been in the room for a minute before Khukri sighed and glanced her way. “Miyoko… display yourself for Master.”
Naturally, sex cultists had a one track mind, but she’d hoped to eat first. “Of course…” Miyoko unbuttoned her shirt, then slipped her clothing off and left it in a pile next to the door. With everything bare, she turned toward Ashling, feigning a nervous smile. “I hope Master approves…”
Ashling’s eyes swept over her body, irritation and displeasure rippling through his features as he knelt. His fingers gently touched the fur just above her bellybutton, then rose to trace her bottom rib. “Bastards…” he muttered. Clearly, he felt the ARC cheated him. The Miyoko whose number Ghost had stolen was priced as a healthy slave, so finding his new toy in this state had to be upsetting. It wouldn’t matter though, she’d be gone before he had a chance to return her.
“I’m not weak, Master,” she assured, lowering her head. “I’m certain I can still please you...”
His knuckles fell away, grazing her stomach as he rose once more. “Later,” he said somberly. “For now, let’s get some food in you.”
“Master,” Khukri cut in. “When an owner doesn’t feed you properly for long enough, eating becomes dangerous.”
Ashling glanced at the wolf with a displeased grunt, concern crossing his face. “Well, I can’t not feed her,” he said sternly. “Look at her.”
As little as Miyoko cared about what a sex cultist and his pet wolf thought of her body, this was getting rude. Sure, she hadn’t eaten much in the last three months, and maybe her bones were showing just a little, but she wasn’t diseased! Just hungry.
“You should start slow,” Khukri advised. “Broth would be easiest on her stomach.”
Miyoko sat at the table, where she was shortly joined by Khukri, who had, of course, also removed all of her clothing. Absently, Miyoko’s eyes swept over the woman, only now realizing she might not warm Ashling’s bed alone. A threesome with a wolf? If only those jackbooted thugs back in the Tsu Empire could see her now. It almost brought a smirk to her lips. Almost.
The deer-boy set a dented iron pot on the table alongside two crude wooden bowls. Once Ashling took his seat, he filled one with a hearty helping of stew, and the other with liquid strained from the mixture. Inwardly, Miyoko cursed as she thanked him. Slaves were supposed to be grateful for the scraps their master cast them, and she supposed it could be worse. The wolf didn’t even get a bowl.
The bowl pressed against her lips and the savory, salty mixture slid down her throat and warmed her gut. It was barely a meal, something Ghost would’ve refused on principle, but it was fresh, and warm. Miyoko deserved better, and she would have it, but for now she set the bowl down and stared at it with a tightened jaw, cursing the monk for every happy, fluttering emotion the meal brought.
Blissfully unaware, the deer picked bits of potato and celery out with his fingers and popped them into his mouth like some kind of island savage. Then, he pulled out a small hunk of meat and smiled, laying it flat on his palm and extending it across the table. Almost reflexively, the wolf leaned forward, snapping the meat from his hand with powerful jaws and eagerly licking his palm clean.
Miyoko set her bowl down, transfixed by the wolf’s fangs casually grazing the man’s skin. “Why doesn’t Khukri get a bowl?”
“Wolves' stomachs work different,” Ashling explained, picking another chunk of meat to hand-feed to his servile pet. “They don’t need to eat much in a day, so long as they eventually have a big enough meal to balance it out, so don’t worry, but I only own the two bowls. I’ll pick up a third when we go shopping for you.”
Khukri swallowed and turned, giving Miyoko an apologetic smile filled with saliva-glistened fangs. “Don’t worry. Master likes feeding me.”
A stiff smile crossed Ashling’s face as he looked away. “I… I’m allowed to.”
Right. Obviously that was the question she had. Not whether or not he’d lost his damn mind touching those teeth.
The night stretched on as the pair turned to banal conversation Miyoko only half listened to while she drank. Apparently this man had contacts with some farmers on the islands and was looking to sell his hunting spoils to make a stable income trading crops on the Azure exchange. It wasn’t the worst plan, especially if the north had another bad harvest.
After what felt like hours of idle chatter, Miyoko and Khukri were finally left alone while Ashling relieved himself. Despite the small portions, Miyoko felt full to bursting with the delicious broth, well delicious compared to the slop they fed her in the carriage anyway. Compared to what she scrounged up back on Inisheer? It was a warm, soothing taste of paradise.
Miyoko yawned loudly and stretched, glancing out the window to the near-silent courtyard below. “It’s getting late… how long does Master usually wait before having sex with us?”
Khukri’s eyes fell to the table and her ears drooped. “Master… has a few eccentricities you’ll need to adapt to,” she apologized. “It may be a while before he’s comfortable enough to use you. It took two and a half months before he bedded me, but he’s made a lot of progress.”
“Two and a half months?” Miyoko asked, mouth open as she struggled to imagine it. True, Khukri was a wolf, but that’s the kind of thing you’d expect to make sex a yes or no question, not something you’d work up to. “He’s a man. That’s like convincing ants to eat pie! What took him months?”
“He’s a bit emotional,” Khukri admitted, though for some reason she averted her eyes. “Master… cares for me. Romantically.”
Miyoko snorted and smacked the table. “Oh! That’s a good one! So, what? he made you pretend to fall for him?”
“No!” Khukri’s head shot up and her eyes went wide. “I love Master! He’s my everything. I think he just wanted it to be special… As if I was a real lover.”
That… wasn’t something Miyoko ever expected to hear a wolf say. “So… you love him, and he likes you… and you want me to have sex with him?”
Khukri nodded.
“Because you’re in a weird sex cult?”
“No,” Khukri corrected. “The cult is unrelated. I’m Master’s Whip; it’s my duty to make you serve at Master’s pleasure.”
“…Right.” Miyoko pursed her lips while glaring at the door, wondering how long she had before Ashling returned. “Well, I’m not a wolf, so I actually need to sleep some time tonight, especially if we’re going to the Azure Syndicate in the morning. If all we need to do before that is convince a man to have sex, I’m pretty sure we can manage.” She scanned the room in case there was anything she’d missed. “These people definitely have lubricant somewhere, do you know where it is?”
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The wolf’s head tilted slightly. “Why?”
“Okay, it’s sounding like he’s a bit guarded,” Miyoko said, praying that her increasingly forward attitude wouldn’t cross some sort of line. “When he gets back, I need him to think I’m excited, but encourage him to fuck you first. It doesn’t take much convincing once a man gets it out.”
“Oh… you need…” Khukri hesitated, then stood with a determined nod. “Okay, I can do that.”
Finally. Miyoko sighed in relief, rising to follow the wolf. Only, Khukri didn’t head for a dresser or drawer, nor did she exit the room to reveal the cultist’s storerooms. Instead, she pushed Miyoko’s chair aside and moved in close, making Miyoko’s butt thump into the table and knocking her empty bowl to the floor. “Khukri?” she asked nervously.
The wolf bent down and cupped one side of Miyoko’s ass in each clawed hand, then hoisted her onto the table in a single easy motion. A yelp of panic escaped Miyoko as her ass slapped against the table and she instinctively scrambled back, bumping into the iron pot.
Khukri’s head flicked up and she released a snarl, catching Miyoko’s braces and dragging her to the table’s edge. “Stop squirming!”
A horrified shiver rolled through Miyoko’s body as she went ridgid, staring wide-eyed at the wicked row of fangs looming above. Her limbs locked up and she let out a squeak as those teeth descended.
The stunned rabbit gasped as Khukri’s cold nose pressed into Miyoko’s clit, followed moments later by a strong warm tongue. After a few strokes, she tried to pull away, only for the clawed grip on her thighs to tighten.
Audibly, there was no growl, but Miyoko felt the threatening touch of tense teeth between her pussy lips tighten. They rocked forward and back, massaging her sensitive nethers alongside the occasional flick of her tongue. Shivers rolled through Miyoko as she focused on breathing, arousal growing as a warm tongue dragged juices from her entrance to her sensitive clit.
With a satisfied growl, Khukri’s head raised, lapping twice at the air to dislodge strings trailing back to Miyoko. “There, all done.”
As soon as Miyoko’s butt hit the table, she scurried backwards, braces clicking as she crossed and fell off the other side. With a confused grunt, she dared to peek. The wolf stared back, watching intently. “Is that seriously normal behaviour where you’re from?” Miyoko demanded, raising to her full, rather unimpressive, height.
“My packmates never needed my help getting wet,” Khukri said flatly. “Besides. I don’t think they would’ve enjoyed that.”
Miyoko’s face warmed as she leaned forward, setting her hands on the table. “But I would?” One of Khukri’s eyes twisted upward and her head rolled sideways, as though she couldn’t understand the words. Miyoko closed her eyes and took another deep breath. Relax Ghost, after you get the keys to your braces you’ll never see these idiots again. “You know what? Forget it,” she grumbled. “Just get ready for when Master comes back.”
When Ashling returned, he froze, his suspicious eyes immediately drifting toward her. Miyoko quickly approached, taking his arm and folding it between her breasts, pressing her cheek into his shoulder. “Welcome back, Master.”
“Oh… Hey, Miyoko. Everything okay?” Ashling’s eyes darted to Khukri, but the wolf only returned a pleasant smile.
Miyoko caressed Ashling’s muzzle with her ears as she turned her head, lifting her lips to gently whisper into his ear. “Master? How long are you going to keep us waiting?”
His ear twitched wildly beneath her lips as he pulled away, and the arm she clung to became rigid. “W-waiting?”
Oh good, he could repeat things. At least the intelligence of a parrot, then. Her fingers slid down his arm, wrapping around the back of his hand. With an urgent touch, she pressed his fingers between her legs so he could feel her arousal. “Waiting,” she murmured.
His hand snapped back like he was afraid it might bite, and his gaze toward the wolf grew accusatory. “It’s your first night, and you’re… you don’t have to.”
Were Miyoko an actual slave, this would’ve been a boon—a night off from heaping false affection on her captor. The problem was time. If these two dragged her to the Azure Syndicate, she’d have to return to Hotaru, and then this charade would get complicated. Miyoko needed those keys. Tonight.
“I’m a little nervous,” she lied, fidgeting as she clung to him. “Do you think I could watch you and Khukri first?”
Ashling opened his mouth but froze when Khukri stalked toward them, a hungry look in her eyes. “Master…” she growled, “Please use me first… I’ve been good all day.”
The wolf knew how to push his buttons? Good, though that made it all the more confusing why it took so long to bed him. “You… want to?” Ashling asked, eyes widening.
Awww, gawsh! Sex with my sex slaves in my sex cult! Why I never! Where would you even get such a crazy idea! It was unprofessional, but Miyoko rolled her eyes, certain Ashling’s were only for the wolf wrapping herself around his other arm.
“Of course, Master,” Khukri said, grazing Ashling’s cheek with a mocking bite that made him twitch. “Tomorrow’s a long day, and you’ll need your… rest.” With Khukri’s help, Miyoko dragged Ashling in a daze to the makeshift mattress, eroding his false resistance with each step.
When they got close, Khukri fell to her knees on the padded floor, looking up with mischievous eyes. That movement was enough to tell Miyoko about Ashling’s tastes. Despite his timid attitude, the man didn’t expect to be serviced; he expected control and compliance. Miyoko quickly released his arm to kneel behind Khukri, placing her hands on the wolf’s shoulders. “Master… Look how patient she’s been! You’re not going to leave her like this, are you?”
Khukri released a small, pleading whine to drive the point home, which made the man staring down at them swallow. Finally, with a cautious smile, Ashling unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles. He knelt before Khukri, running his palm over the top of her head with a growing smile. “We should close the windows…” he said quietly.
“Yes, Master.” Miyoko bowed her head as she rose. The window mechanism wasn’t complicated, and it didn’t take long to remove the poles in each corner, allowing a sizable wooden panel to fall over the gaps. When she looked back, Ashling’s hand rested between Khukri’s breasts, pressing her to the floor as he leaned over.
A smirk crossed Miyoko’s lips as the wolf started moaning, eagerly grinding her hips against her master’s other hand. It was obvious from her antics that Khukri had never been taught to fake pleasure, but that only meant Ashling didn’t know what a pleased woman actually sounded like. If he was that enthralled by a wolf who didn’t know what she was doing, it’d be easy to… Miyoko’s eyes lingered a second too long on the healthy wolf writhing beneath Ashling before she shut them, lowering the gas in the lamp and plunging the room into darkness.
A confused, slightly annoyed grunt came from Ashling’s direction, but it softened as Miyoko hurried to his side and placed a hand on his back. “Master?” she asked. “Isn’t that enough foreplay?”
Moments later, Ashling shifted forward, followed by Khukri’s surprised cry. As increasingly fervent moans filled the room, Miyoko stepped back and crouched, silently rifling through the pockets of Ashling’s discarded pants. A smattering of coins was brushed aside, and two keys were removed. It only took Miyoko a second to run a thumb across them, ensuring there were no sharp edges, then she swallowed them.
With that done, Miyoko knelt next to the two as their grunts and moans grew louder, the thud of his hips meeting hers coming faster. To stay prepared, Miyoko slipped two fingers between her legs, gently teasing herself as she studied Khukri’s exaggerated writhing. He... he really thinks that’s how girls act? Ugh, well, guess I’m in for a bit of a performance.
The wolf’s shadowed figure twitched in the dim light, arching her back as she filled the room with a piercing howl. In a way, it was an honour to watch. Few alive could claim to have seen an endangered species in carnal embrace, even if she was faking it—badly.
Miyoko’s heartbeat shifted from fast to racing as the chilling noise settled into her bones. As though sensing her fear, Ashling’s eyes turned on her, gleaming in the dim gaslight, their sharp blue irises roaming her figure as she slid her fingers free. That… didn’t feel like the same monk she’d had wrapped around her finger. The looming shadow shifted closer, and she felt fingers slip between her collar and throat. A small, involuntary whimper escaped her as he roughly yanked.
Miyoko struggled to steady her breathing. The man’s affable aura had dissipated, replaced with one that made it clear his earlier offer to refuse had been revoked. Relax, Ghost, you know what men want from you, and you know the fastest way to make them stop. She placed her cheek against his chest, followed by a trembling hand. Coarse fur bristled beneath her fingertips as she breathed in, ready to make good on her bargain. Two keys for one lock. “I… I’m ready.”
A grunt of surprise left her lips as he pressed her back onto the mattress. A flicker of primal fear raced through her as the large shadow rose atop her like a stalking beast. The fingers returned, gripping her collar like a handle to hold her in place as she felt his length press between her thighs, still slick with Khukri’s excitement. The malicious eyes peered through the darkness, staring through her as if he barely saw the girl attached to the body he desired. “Please be gentle…” she begged.
Surprisingly, the monster hesitated. His fingers uncurled from her collar and receded. For a moment, the air was silent except for the wolf’s heavy panting and light moans. Then Ashling spoke, though he seemed… confused. “Gentle? …I can be gentle.” Miyoko flinched as he reached out, but instead of striking her, he cupped her face and rubbed her cheek. The movements were stiff, and his tone was hard, but his touch was light.
A slow, steadying breath left Miyoko’s lungs as she calmed. What was wrong with her? She was a professional, damn it, and she’d dealt with far worse than some prick with a hardon and a pile of money. Hell, she’d been a ghost for nearly three years without breaking down, so why was she having so much trouble now?
Her eyes sealed shut as he entered, feeling every inch stretch her pussy as her tightened muscles yielded to his control. His cock slowly worked its way deeper, cautiously introducing his body to hers. He sank into her, increasing the pressure in her abdomen until their hips finally met, and she was filled.
Relax, Ghost, just relax. You’ve done this before. Smile, make him think he’s important, and get the job done. The pressure released as he pulled back, easing himself out before pushing in again. Miyoko’s eyes half-opened to find him over her, a fuzzy shadow accented by two hungry, piercing eyes.
Ashling pushed faster, satisfying himself as she put up little resistance. Remembering her job, Miyoko mimicked Khukri’s encouraging moan. It worked, sending a shock through her walls as he pulsed inside her.
With the next thrust, a twinge of delight raced through her spine, curling down her arms and legs to make her toes twitch against the metal. The sensation faded a moment later, making Miyoko sigh in relief. Then Ash bucked, sending waves of joy through her nerves wherever her walls met his cock.
“What the hell?” Miyoko mumbled, wriggling in place as Ash gently set a hand on her collar. A reminder. Don’t resist. An unconscious gasp escaped her as her skin started to burn. “W-what?” Her head tilted back as his excited breathing enthralled her. The little grunts he made every time he filled her felt right, and soon she longed for them, each signaling a precursor to the next wave of ecstasy.
Miyoko moaned, desperately trying to clear the strange fog filling her mind. Her overloaded emotions ran wild as each thought became more abstract, slipping away as each seemed less relevant. This was a job; she didn’t even like the guy inside her, so why did this feel good? Why didn’t she want him to stop? A loud moan escaped her as she lost focus, the very kind she’d derided Khukri for not ten minutes prior.
A desperate, uncontrollable craving flooded through her veins as she writhed underneath. Every nerve strained towards Master, begging for more with each movement of her hips. Time stopped as an agonizing mix of pleasure and resistance melded into a single wave of sensation that took Miyoko’s breath away.
The frenzied rhythm of their fucking quickened to a crescendo as every muscle in Miyoko’s body coiled together like a spring. She wanted more—more than just the sticky warmth between her legs, more than just Master’s control, more something, anything! Finally, even her desires faded away, and Miyoko lost herself completely to the fullness of pleasure. With a cry ripped from deep inside her, she clutched her master through an orgasm so violent it left her shivering and twitching after it passed.
A disappointed groan left her lips when Master pulled out, letting warm cum flow onto her tail and sink into the fur beneath her thighs. It was difficult to keep track of him once he wasn’t inside her anymore, and harder to care. Miyoko lay back with a contented sigh, vanishing into an endless, peaceful haze.