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It was late into the night when the head butler of Victoria Housekeeping finally came back to the office. This wasn’t unusual for the wolf Thiren, but in this particular instance, it’d been a week straight of back-to-back jobs. Victoria Housekeeping did nearly everything: escorting, cleaning, Hollow extraction, you name it.

Von Lycaon all but collapsed into his leather office chair, letting out a sigh of relief. He wouldn’t choose any other line of work over this, but even still, it tired him out and on days like these, he was grateful that he penciled in a non-negotiable day off tomorrow.

A knock on his door snapped him out of his reverie. Rina, always with a calm smile on her face, wheeled in a tray of tea.

“Sir? Some tea for you.” she said.

He sat up, shrugging off the exhaustion from his body. “Rina. Thank you.”

With a knowing smile on her face, Rina poured steaming tea into two porcelain white teacups for both of them—rooibos tea, non-caffeinated for the late hour.

She placed a teacup in front of him. He took a long whiff of the tea and felt his muscles relax.

“Long day, sir?” Rina asked.

“You don’t have to be so formal when it’s just the two of us, Rina.” Von Lycaon blew on his tea to cool it. No doubt Ellen and Corin have been sent home already.

“Lycaon.” Rina’s voice held a trace of laughter as it always did. It used to disconcert him at first. He could never figure out what amused her so. After some many years with her, Von Lycaon knew that nearly everything amused Rina and there was very very little that could faze her.

“How was your day, Rina?” he asked, finally taking a sip of tea. Impeccably brewed as always.

She giggled, a tinkling sound that reminded Von Lycaon of glass and crystal. “Poor Corin panicked at a stain on the client’s mirror this morning. I taught her how to handle it, of course.”

“Of course, you are an excellent teacher, Rina.” Von Lycaon drained the rest of his tea. He’d love another cup, but wouldn’t take it unless Rina offered—polite manners, of course.

As if she read his mind, Rina poured him another cup, then sat at the spare chair. After taking a sip of her own tea, she asked, “And you? I imagine you’ve had a long day as well.”

Von Lycaon nodded, indulging in the scent of the second cup this time. “Well, you know my schedule, Rina. Always busy.”

Rina gave another one of her patient smiles, like she knew something he didn’t. It used to disturb him at first, like she was planning something behind his back. Now, he knows, she is always planning and that it wasn’t always an ulterior motive.

She placed her cup back on her saucer and walked over to his side of the desk. She would usually float with the help of her Bangboos, but even just walking, she had an intimidating presence about her. “Well, then,” she said, her voice dropping low, “I think our dear Lycaon needs to wind down for the night. Don’t you agree?”

Lycaon huffed a breath through his nose. He knew exactly where this was going and the blood in his veins followed suit.

Rina tucked her skirt and apron under her knees as she lowered herself to the floor—the perfect picture of grace. Placing her hands upon Von Lycaon’s black-clothed thighs, her movement was unmistakable and familiar.

Lycaon tucked an imaginary strand of ash-blonde hair from her cheek. “I do agree,” he said. “Thank you, Rina.”

A flutter of her lashes, pulling out his cock from his pants, and a stroke upward with her gentle fingers encircling him, Lycaon let out a long sigh. His heart beat like a hummingbird in his ribs. He wasn’t a young man anymore, but the anticipation of Rina’s skills had already made him half-hard.

Rina cocked her head. “Hello there,” she said. He knew she wasn’t talking to him. She dragged one finger down from head to base. Lycaon restrained himself from twitching too much in his chair. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Rina with his Thiren strength even after an exhausting day.

No more preamble, Rina flicked out her tongue and licked. Even though Lycaon was in charge of everyone at Victoria Housekeeping, he knew better than to direct Rina when they were like this. She was skilled, they both knew it, and this was far from their first time.

He had a large cock, even for a wolf Thiren like himself, but again this wasn’t Rina’s first time taking him. This was a part of their relationship for as long as he remembered. Another part of the breakdown after a long day, the relaxing after being on their feet for their jobs.

Rina licked up and down his shaft, sending shivers up his spine. Lycaon never asked Rina what she got out of this—giving him such a skillful experience with her lips and mouth, but if he had to guess, it was perhaps she really did care about his health and wellbeing. Or perhaps, it was merely a prefixed transaction for what she got out of it afterward.

All thoughts went blank in his mind when she finally took him in her mouth, her tongue making circular motions around his cock as she took him in then out. Her lips affixed the gentle pressure she knew he liked to start with.

Lycaon didn’t touch himself much nowadays, so he could already feel the buildup of pressure in the pit of his stomach begging for release. He tried to clamp down on it, to make this time last as much as he could.

Rina’s ruby red eyes flicked up to meet his gaze. Lycaon met her where she was. Her lips pressed down on him harder, and there was no mistake that he was fully hard now.

Lycaon could only hold onto dear life as Rina took him. Her method was as familiar as it was welcome—press, release, lick, repeat.

Her hand that wasn’t on the base of his cock was still atop his thigh, gauging how close he was to release with how tense he would get in her ministrations. Lycaon could only take it. He knew Rina didn’t prefer he touch her at all until she was ready.

But, by all the gods Lycaon once believed in, he wished he could place a hand upon her head as she bobbed up and down his cock.

Finally, Lycaon couldn’t hold back much longer. Rina could tell he was tensing up more and more, so it was her cue to go harder and faster.

“Rina,” he breathed. The fur on his cheeks and behind his ears were warm. “Rina.”

She hummed and the vibration nearly pushed him over. Rina sucked faster, her fingers making up the difference between her wet-soaked lips and the base of his cock.

“Rina!” When his voice reached that pitch, it was only a matter of seconds. The pressure building up in his lower stomach couldn’t be held back anymore.

Rina pulled back as he came, thick ropes of cum painted her nose and mouth. All that she planned and predicted.

Lycaon slumped back in his chair. Rina pulled out her handkerchief with her trademark smile.

“I hope my service was pleasurable for you,” she recited like a script. It was, and as much as Lycaon could wish for something more, he respected Rina too much to ask for it.

“It was as pleasant and impeccable as always,” he replied. Lycaon opened his desk drawer for the packet of tissues he kept there and cleaned himself up. “Are you feeling a need for relaxation yourself, Rina?” he asked.

“Hmm.” Rina tapped her chin thoughtfully. She didn’t always take him up on his offer, but tonight was one of those nights that he hoped she did. When she smiled, his chest swelled with elation.

“Yes, I’d be delighted,” she said.

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Von Lycaon had a room upstairs in the Victori Housekeeping offices. Ellen and Corin went to their respective homes at the end of every workday. He never got a chance to ask where Rina lived.

And yet here she was again on his bed, holding up her long skirt so Lycaon can lick between her legs. Her moans were like molasses in his ears, prompting him to pick up the pace. Rina, like him, was already wet when he got her in his room.

On his back, Lycaon loved this position with his partner’s legs around his face. His nose prodded against her clit as her hips bounced up and down on his face. Tonguing deep inside her, he could feel her flutter, getting closer and closer to the edge.

They knew how to reach each other, as coworkers, as companions in the Hollows. Lycaon didn’t know what was different about him tonight—perhaps he was just getting old.

Lycaon gave a particularly long suck into her and brought his thumb to rub against her clit. It was time he repay the favor.

“Lycaon! Lycaon!” she moaned his name. If he wasn’t lying on his back, his tail would be swishing back and forth like a reed in the wind.

Rina rarely squirted, and Lycaon was displeased with himself that he couldn’t get her to this time, but he still relished in the fluttering of her sex as always. He drank in the sight of her slack mouth, her closed rapturous eyes, as she came.

Lycaon rubbed her still-clothed thighs as she came back to herself. She sat back on his chest for a moment, then swung a stocking-clad leg off of him.

“Ahh,” she sighed, as if she had a hearty meal rather than oral sex with a wolf Thiren. “Lovely as always, sir.”

That honorific again. For some reason, it grated at Lycaon’s ears. His body felt cold.

“Rina.” He disliked the quiet, pleading tone his voice took. “Would you like to stay tonight?”

Rina turned to him as her eyes widened. Neither of them had ever asked this before. This had always been an unspoken casual affair, no more different than office workers getting drinks after hours or cleaning up a kitchen at a restaurant after all the guests have gone.

“Lycaon… Sir…” That again. Lycaon closed his eyes as he groaned inwardly. He ruined this—whatever they had.

Instead of a stinging rejection like he expected, he felt a hand on his cheek. Lycaon opened his eyes and gazed into Rina’s ever-so-patient red ones.

“I appreciate the invitation, but unfortunately, I have to decline,” she said, as politely as she would with a client. “I always have a pleasant time with you and I prefer to keep the relationship we’ve always had.”

The rejection hurt, of course, but deep inside his heart, Lycaon knew this was always what their relationship would be. “I understand,” he said. His nose wiggled when Rina took back her hand. He refused to cry, he wasn’t a pup anymore.

“I want you to find someone who can give you what you want,” said Rina, “with all my heart.”

“But it’s not you.” Lycaon stared up at the ceiling.

She shook her head. Lycaon sighed.

“I understand. I’m sorry I put you in this uncomfortable position.”

Rina shook her head again. Her patient smile returned. “My position is quite comfortable,” she said. She leaned forward and pecked a kiss on his cheek, just below his eyepatch. “You are my friend, perhaps my closest. I want you to find your happiness.”

Lycaon nodded. He couldn’t meet her gaze after or else he might just collapse for sure.

Without another word, she pat his chest and stood up. It was back to their usual routine, Rina rearranged back into her prim and proper self, bid Lycaon a good night, and left.

Lycaon sighed again a beat after he heard the door click shut. He sat up and moved to his en-suite bathroom to begin dressing down for the night.

As he folded his clothes and washed his face, Lycaon wondered what came over him tonight. He asked Rina to stay the night… for what? To share the bed, to go a step further than the oral sex, to cuddle, to “spoon” as the kids nowadays called it?

Lycaon looked at himself in the dingy-lit mirror. He wasn’t a young Thiren anymore. Back when he was, he knew he was as casual as Rina is now—get what you needed then get out, no messy emotions or entanglements involved. However, he wasn’t that young Thiren anymore.

Lycaon supposed… what he was looking for… was love.

Rina couldn’t reciprocate and Lycaon would never force her to. He respected her too much as a fellow employee of Victoria Housekeeping and it would disrupt the balance between them and Ellen and Corin.

So, Lycaon figured, he had to move on. And if he was now on a quest for love, well… New Eridu was a growing city that was growing bigger every day.

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“Great job, Lycaon!” Wise’s tinny voice chirped through the Bangboo Eous’ speaker. “That was such a close fight!”

Von Lycaon smiled at the Bangboo on his shoulder. “I’m glad to have made it with your help, Master Proxy,” he said.

The commission was as run-of-the-mill as any other. The client lost their cargo/data/something or other, so they posted on Inter-Knot to find a Proxy to help them. In comes Phaethon aka siblings Wise and Belle, and along is Victoria Housekeeping to assist.

It was just Von Lycaon today against a group of pesky Ethereals, but of course being in the Hollow is never that easy. One wave of Ethereals turned into two, then three, then a big boss-type that really tested Lycaon’s patience. By the time it finally went down, his mechanical legs ached with overuse.

Finally, Lycaon can call it another day as he followed the Wise’s directions out of the Hollow. With a big boss now defeated, it was unlikely they would be bothered again for a while.

Until, a drop of water plopped on Lycaon’s nose.

“Oh?” Lycaon looked up at the sky. It has been gray as usual since he came in, but the clouds looked especially dark and dense.

“Rain?” The Bangboo in Lycaon’s arms covered its big head with its little arms. “C’mon, Lycaon! The exit isn’t far!”

Lycaon broke out into a jog as the occasional droplets turned to a drizzle. Wise, through the Bangboo in his arms, spoke up again. “I think it’s starting to rain outside the Hollow too. The exit’s coming up!”

Lycaon leapt through the black portal that appeared before him. With Hollows and their penchant for special distortions, one could never be sure if where they entered will be the same as where they exit.

He had entered the Hollow through the entrance closest to the Victoria Housekeeping office. His exit, however, was close to-

“Oh, Sixth Street!” Wise’s voice exclaimed. The Bangboo held fast to Lycaon’s face, tickling his fur, as the drizzle began to pick up. “Come to Random Play to get out of the rain!”

Lycaon opened his mouth to protest. It wouldn’t do well for a butler of his caliber to be such an imposition to his master. However, the rain really was picking up now and while had their Bangboo in his arms, it would be proper to drop it off with its owner. And, of course, it wouldn’t do well for him if he got sick. The girls would never let him hear the end of it.

“Thank you, Master Proxy,” said Lycaon. He ran carefully as he could down the slippery street to the video store, keeping the Bangboo tucked safely in his arms.

Wise greeted him with a fluffy white towel as soon as Lycaon ducked through the door of Random Play. His wolf instincts told him to shake the water off his fur as soon as he got in, but he tamped those down hard. It would not be civilized and the videotapes would get wet.

Wise swaddled Eous the Bangboo with another towel. “Glad you made it, Lycaon!.”

“I’m thankful for your help,” Lycaon replied, drying himself with the towel. He enjoyed working with the Proxy siblings. They didn’t get many opportunities to meet in person. Usually it was Ellen or Corin who would indulge in movies and chat with the rest of them about what they were up to.

“Belle is with Amby tonight having a movie party. It’s getting late. If you want, I can take my sister’s bed and-“

“Master Wise, I mustn’t.” Despite his protestation, Lycaon’s tail couldn’t help a little wag. How considerate of the Wise to offer, but it wasn’t proper of the guest to make his host give up his own bed. “I’ll just dry up and make my way back to the Victoria office, there’s still more work I have to catch up on.”

“But it’s still raining! Much harder now. Look.” Wise pointed out the store window. Lycaon had to concede that it was now a colossal downpour. Even if he ran back, he could slip, break something, catch a cold-

A boom of thunder and a crack of lightning caused the store lights to flicker. The Bangboo in Wise’s arms jumped in fright. Even Lycaon’s fur stood on end.

Lycaon conceded. “Master Wise, I hate to be an imposition-“

“Nonsense, Lycaon!” Wise placed the Bangboo on the ground, where it waddled into the staff room behind the front desk. “You’ve helped my sister and I so much. The least I can do is let you crash the night.”

“But I insist you do not need to give up your bed for me-“ Lycaon started, but stopped. He dried himself the best he could with the towel Wise provided him and it was flecked with dirt. Goodness gracious, mud must’ve splattered on him as he ran here.

Wise spoke, “The couch isn’t a pull-out. You’re quite… big.” The swallow Wise took didn’t escape Lycaon’s notice. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Oh, geez, here I am talking your ears off. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes. We have a washer and dryer upstairs. And you can have a bath first!”

“Master Wise, thank you for your generosity.” Lycaon bowed as an idea formed in his head. “Am I correct to guess you’ve not had your bath yet?”

Wise shook his head, looking slightly confused. Lycaon smiled.

“Then, would you be comfortable sharing the bath with me?” Lycaon asked. “That way, I can give you the Victoria relaxation service as a thank you.”

Wise’s fair skin blushed a deep pink. The color reminded Lycaon of strawberries. “Oh, that’s so kind of you, but I don’t want you to think you have to do it to repay me.”

The young man was flustered because of him. A beam of pride lit in Lycaon’s chest. Before he could stop himself from thinking he was taking this too far, he took Wise’s hand in his own.

“I insist, Master Wise. I want to.”

Wise’s smaller human hand curled around Lycaon’s furry one.

“T-then,” Wise gulped. “I’ll take you up on your offer.”

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Much to Lycaon’s dismay, Wise insisted on getting undressed on his own.

“I’m not an old-world nobleman!” he protested, though not unkindly. “I can undress myself. You can run your clothes in the machines in the hallway closet.”

Per Wise’s directions, Lycaon tossed his wet clothes in the washer, grabbing extra towels for himself.

He also used the time to check on the bathroom, to see what he had on hand to provide the best service he can for Wise. Luckily, the bathroom was spacious enough to accommodate both of them without being tight. The toilet and sink was separated from the shower and bathtub. Two little stools were stacked in the corner, along with a shelf of various products and cloths. Lycaon figured these were what the siblings used, but wasn’t sure if Wise had his own or if they simply both shared everything.

Wise came in when the bath was already full, wearing a bathrobe. Perhaps he needed some time to steel his nerves, Lycaon thought.

“Ah.” Wise paused in the doorway, frozen. He was obviously trying not to look up and down Lycaon’s naked body, trying not to look at the towel around his hips. His gaze did lock on Lycaon’s legs.

“Oh, I didn’t-“ he started but stopped himself.

“It’s alright, Master Wise. Yes, my legs are mechanical prosthetics.” He removed the armor pieces he usually kept on for work and combat missions before coming into the now-steamy bathroom. “They are still fully functional even when in contact with water since they are Ice-attribute engines.”

“Wow, that’s really cool actually,” said Wise.

Lycaon chuckled. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say.” He turned to the shelf of bath products. “For your relaxation, I’d like to know which products you like to use. I don’t want to accidentally use your sister’s shampoo, unless you share?”

“Oh, right.” Wise came in and selected a few bottles. “Here, we can use these. I mean, if these are the right type for you too.”

Lycaon usually used Thiren-specific brands, but one night of something different wouldn’t hurt. They smelled like Wise, not too strong and a little woodsy. It was a calming scent. “Thank you, Master Wise. Please have a seat.”

Wise sat on the smaller stool while Lycaon sat behind him on the bigger one. It wasn’t much of a height difference now that they were both sitting down, though Lycaon was still taller. When standing, Lycaon could tuck Wise’s head under his chin. Sitting like this, Wise could turn around, tilt his chin up slightly, lean close…

Lycaon mentally shook his head. He was attracted to Wise, sure. He was calm, collected under pressure, and as smart as a whip, but he was still a young man and his professional colleague. It was simply the spring season causing him to think so… lewdly.

But, of course, if Wise was open to it, Lycaon wouldn’t object. He was, of course, happy to be of service.

Wise shrugged out of his robe when Lycaon adjusted the knobs of the shower to the right temperature—a little on the warm side to relax the muscles and drive out the chill of the rain which still pitter-pattered on the window. The mirror in front of them was fogged up and with Wise facing away from him, Lycaon couldn’t exactly get the clearest view of his front.

He could still drink in the sight of his body from the back. Wise’s skin was pale since Lycaon knew he and sister worked from home. He wasn’t muscular though he was lean and he counted three little moles from the knob of his spine to the small of his back.

Lycaon reached around Wise to pick up the shower head. “Is this a good temperature for you, Master Wise?” he asked.

“Y-yes, thank you.” Wise was still flustered. His blush now reached the tips of his ears.

“Excellent. Now then, let us begin.” Lycaon raised the shower head to direct the pouring water over Wise’s body. “Lean you head forward please. We don’t want any water getting into your eyes.”

As Wise’s hair and body got thoroughly soaked, Lycaon pumped some shampoo into his free hand. Placing the shower head down, he worked the shampoo into Wise’s hair, putting a gentle pressure on his fingers to give him a scalp massage.

“Oh,” Wise let out a sigh, like he was letting go of something heavy. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“I’m glad.” Lycaon was pleased his efforts were already beginning to bear fruit. The fruit being Master Wise’s pleasure.

He rinsed the shampoo, then moved onto the conditioner. “Is there any part of your body that is giving you pain, Master Wise?” asked Lycaon.

“Um, my shoulders mostly,” Wise replied. “And my hips?”

“Very well.” Lycaon washed off the conditioner. The body wash had a pleasant scent of sandalwood. “You’re still a young man, Master Wise. It’s important to maintain good posture and take breaks when one works at a desk.”

“Haha, you’re right, Lycaon. Thank you.”

Body wash wasn’t the same as massage oil, but Lycaon would make do. Pouring a generous amount into the washcloth, he rubbed up and down Wise’s back with a free hand around Wise’s hip to keep him steady. Lycaon could feel the tension bleed out of him, all the precious nervousness washed away.

With his back and shoulders thoroughly covered, Lycaon put the washcloth aside to press both his hands around Wise’s shoulders. The tightness in his muscles was frankly appalling.

Wise hissed through his teeth as Lycaon dug in with his thumbs, careful not to accidentally scratch him with his claws, but deep enough to smooth out the muscle tissue. “You’re very tight here, Master Wise,” he said.

“Y-yeah, gosh, that feels good,” Wise shuddered. Lycaon’s self-control was pressing against its restraints. He wanted to gather the young man into his arms, touch and lick his beautiful body until he was pliant and willing.

Lycaon took a deep breath through his nose to calm his rushing blood. Luckily, the stools were spaced far enough that Wise couldn’t tell how hard Lycaon was getting from feeling how soft his skin was and listening to him moan.

Lycaon continued the massage as efficiently and methodically as he could—rubbing down his spine to work out the knots, stroking his arms to improve blood flow, working the topmost spot of his neck where it was particularly tough to smooth out. All the while, Wise would let out a little sigh or gasp, and Lycaon would have to readjust his posture on his stool. His arousal was getting harder to ignore by the minute, but his first priority was providing excellent service.

He cleared his throat when he finally, reluctantly lifted his hands to pour some more body wash. “Your front now, Master Wise.”

“Oh, my front?” Wise’s voice was a little raspy, like he’d just woken up from a nap, but it was laced with hesitation. His shoulders hunched forward slightly. All this time, he’d been keeping his hands over his front, hands placed on his lap. The steam from the bath rendered the mirror completely foggy now, so Lycaon still couldn’t see much.

He figured that Wise was shy and anxious about his body. Being a semi-illegal Proxy maintaining a cover as a video store owner, one might guess he didn’t get a lot of opportunities to be laid bare with others.

Lycaon wanted Wise to feel as comfortable as possible, which meant he had to show Wise that he could trust him.

He tilted Wise’s chin up so that he could meet his gaze. “You have nothing to be nervous about, Master Wise. I only want this to feel good for you. We can stop here if you want.”

The Adam’s apple on Wise’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “It’s just- You’ve made me so comfortable, I’m a little embarrassed.”

Lycaon could guess what Wise was hiding. “You have no reason to be embarrassed, Master Wise, you’re still a young man after all. I’m glad you’re comfortable.”

He moved his hands purposefully from Wise’s shoulders, down his arms, and rested on his hips. Curling his fingers to put the gentlest, unmistakable pressure on Wise’s thighs, he asked, “Would you like me to continue, Master Wise? I’m happy to be of service.”

A few beats passed before Wise nodded, his face turned away, but his blush still apparent. Lycaon smiled. Without any resistance, he moved Wise’s arms away from his lap and rested them on his thighs. As he thought, Wise was fully aroused. The poor, cute cock was begging for attention, pink and weeping at the head.

Lycaon let Wise lean back on him, their stools still apart so Wise couldn’t feel Lycaon’s hard-on pressed against his back. He wanted Wise to focus on himself first.

He resumed the massage, working the body wash onto Wise’s legs, sides, and chest. Wise was probably confused as to why Lycaon didn’t go for his cock straight away as soon as he gave permission, but Lycaon didn’t want to rush into things. A service must be completed with proper care and attention. A rush job wouldn’t be as satisfying for the either of them.

When Lycaon moved to knead Wise’s chest, he knew he made the right choice. He was particularly responsive, wrapping his hands around Lycaon’s wrists, but not to pull away. Lycaon nuzzled into Wise’s hair. With his bangs swept back, Lycaon could see more of his face, softened and blissed out from Lycaon’s attention.

When Wise’s nipples peaked under his ministrations, Lycaon rolled the nubs between his fingers. Wise gasped, his back arching from the sensation.

“Do you like playing with yourself here?” asked Lycaon.

“Not really, but-” Wise’s voice was whiny, “-your hands are so big and warm and I’ve never felt like this before.”

“I’m pleased,” said Lycaon. His fingers picked up the pace, rolling and pinching his nipples. Lycaon could feel Wise’s heart beating fast beneath his hands.

Wise’s breath hitched faster. “A-ah, Lycaon.” His legs were splayed open and so inviting. Lycaon licked his lips, feeling the sharpness of his teeth against his tongue.

His self-restraint was still holding firm, but he couldn’t make Wise wait any longer.

He dragged the tip of his finger from the base to the tip of Wise’s cock. Wise let out the sweetest gasp, his hips thrust forward for more of Lycaon’s touch. He chucked.

“I see you’re sensitive, Master Wise. Tell me, do you not do this to yourself often?” His hand wrapped around the base of Wise’s cock, it looked like he could come at any minute.

Wise shivered in his arms. “I- I do it, it’s just- I haven’t been able to lately. We’re still running the store and rebuilding our account and-”

“Oh dear, Master Wise.” Lycaon pumped him gently. Wise squirmed. “You’ve been pent-up and stressed, I see. Let me help you.”

“Yes, yes, Lycaon, please.” Wise grasped onto Lycaon’s arm around his chest, keeping him in place as he picked up speed stroking him.

Lycaon wanted nothing more than to bring Wise closer, bring their bodies flush against each other, and rub himself against his smooth skin. It was Lycaon’s wolf instinct to claim, but it was his need to attend to his master’s every wish that drank in Wise’s closed eyes, his slack, pink mouth, and the way he moved his hips in minute thrusts to meet Lycaon’s strokes.

“Lycaon, Lycaon,” Wise gasped. “I’m going to-”

Lycaon picked up his pace. His larger hand nearly engulfed Wise’s smaller human cock, leaving no part untouched.

Wise’s moans were loud and his back arched as he finally came. White streams of cum overflowed onto Lycaon’s fingers.

“Aah, aah, Lycaon.” Wise’s voice sounded wrecked yet relaxed. Lycaon was pleased to have made it so.

“Master Wise, I hope that was pleasurable for you.” Lycaon pressed his nose onto Wise’s cheek. It was akin to a kiss for Thirens.

Wise reached back to place a hand on Lycaon’s cheek, his fingertips grazed just below his eyepatch. “It was good. It was really good.” He looked down. Now Lycaon couldn’t hide the tent made of his towel. “What about you?” he asked.

“There’s no need to be concerned about me, Master Wise,” Lycaon replied. “This service was for you.”

Wise gulped. “But, Lycaon, I-” He turned his face away for a moment, then turned back to look him in the eye. “What if I wanted an extended service?”

It was like being given a treat he had not tasted in so long. His tail wagged a little faster. “Oh? Anything my master wants, I am glad to deliver.” He curled a finger under Wise’s chin to see those vibrant green eyes. “Tell me what you would like, Master Wise.”

“I would like-” Wise took a breath. “I want you to put it in. If you want to, Lycaon.”

Lycaon’s stomach swooped. “I’d be delighted, Master Wise.” He pressed his nose again onto Wise’s cheek, his neck, feeling the thrum of his pulse. “How would you like it? I can prepare you with my tongue or...”

“There’s lube on the shelf. I-” Wise let out a little moan as Lycaon licked the shell of his ear. “I play with myself like that sometimes. When I had more free time.”

Lycaon didn’t want to get up and neither did Wise from the way he gripped his shoulders. Eventually, Lycaon’s cock couldn’t take the wait. He swiftly detached himself from Wise to look for the lubricant. It was a small, inconspicuous bottle hidden in the back. No wonder Lycaon couldn’t see it earlier.

When he returned to the stool, he thought about how he wanted to go about this. It wouldn’t be healthy or safe to have sex in the now-full bathtub or on the shower floor, nor would it be easy to figure out a position with two tiny stools. As much as Lycaon loved to picture himself in different positions with Wise, he also wanted him to feel safe.

“Master Wise, if I may,” he said, “I’d like to make a suggestion.”

“Of course,” said Wise.

“If you’re feeling up to it, I can prepare your ass while you’re standing and facing the wall.”

Wise covered his mouth. “The way you say it so bluntly!”

Lycaon smiled. “I only want you to feel comfortable without any misunderstanding about what I’m going to do.”

Wise thought for a moment. “Yes, alright.”

Wise stood up and turned to place his hands on the wall. Lycaon picked up the shower head. “A quick rinse,” he said, and washed off the remaining suds off Wise’s body.

He could feel Wise’s eyes on him as he kneeled, pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. “You’ve said you’ve done this yourself, Master Wise. How many fingers have you taken?”

Wise sputtered. “Do I really have to answer that?”

Lycaon placed a hand on Wise’s thigh. “Compared to human sizes, I’m quite a bit larger to take in.” He moved his hand up closer to his hip. “I don’t want to cause injury to you.”

Wise bit his lip. “Three fingers.”

Lycaon hummed. “Impressive, Master Wise.”

Wise only responded with a whine as Lycaon thumbed his hole. With his free hand, he massaged his ass, squeezing his plump cheeks.

His hole looked small, pink, and inviting. Lycaon wanted to lick it, ravish Wise until he was truly incoherent and loose in his arms.

One finger slipped in easier than Lycaon expected. Wise truly was impressive. He was quiet, tense in his body, but gradually let go as Lycaon added a second finger.

Lycaon had to grip his own cock at the base to keep focus. With his claws, he had to be extra careful not to hurt Wise. He was warm inside and so soft. When Lycaon curled his fingers upward, Wise let out a moan that was different than before.

“Right here, Master Wise?” he asked. If he were a cat, he’d purr.

“Yes, yes,” Wise gasped.

Lycaon pumped his fingers in and out, catching his prostate at every other thrust. Wise’s cock was growing hard again, his cockhead rubbing against the wall, leaking precum.

Two fingers from Lycaon was fairly equivalent to Wise’s three. Lycaon was approaching his limit and he didn’t want Wise to faint from the heat of the steamy bathroom.

Plus, from the way he was squirming and moaning, Lycaon figured he was ready for it.

He stood up, with one last long curl against Wise’s prostate as his fingers slipped out. “How do you feel, Master Wise?”

Wise nodded, breathing heavily. “Please put it in, Lycaon. I can’t wait anymore.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Lycaon gripped his cock, rubbing the head against his hole. He was sure he thoroughly prepared him. He slipped in the head of his cock and Lycaon had to bite back a growl.

Wise turned as much as he could to watch Lycaon, trying to bite back his erotic moans. When Lycaon reached a point of resistance inside him, Wise would let out a whimper, widen his legs to try and get more of him inside.

“Keep going. In and out, I’ll get used to it,” Wise managed to say. Lycaon watched his own cock slide deeper and deeper into Wise. The pumping of his own heart felt like its own thunder against his ears.

Without warning, Lycaon moved closer to Wise so that their bodies were pressed against the wall. With a hand on the wall next to Wise’s face, Lycaon can anchor himself better and push in and out of Wise while keeping his primal instincts in check.

His cock slid halfway in, then closer and closer to the base. He was tight and so delicious. Lycaon wanted to pick up the speed, to pound into Wise’s ass, relentlessly and without control. All of his own constraints tightened like chains against mindlessly seeking his own pleasure in Wise’s body.

But he wasn’t that kind of Thiren anymore.

Finally, he bottomed out. Wise tried to breathe evenly to relax himself to the size.

“I’ve always thought,” said Wise. “that you’d actually be this big.”

Lycaon licked his cheek, catching stray tears. “You’ve thought of me, Master Wise?”

Wise chuckled. “Of course, I have. You’re handsome and capable. Don’t tell me you don’t know that.”

He smiled. “Thank you, Master Wise. I do keep up my grooming routines for the sake of my work.”

“It’s not just your looks, it’s also...” Wise placed his hands over Lycaon’s, pressing back to chest. “...your kindness, the way you care.”

Despite the well of emotion in his chest, Lycaon wanted to protest. I wasn’t always like this, he wanted to say. I’d have you crying harder, I’d have you begging on your knees instead, if I were still the person I was back then.

“Your pleasure is my priority,” said Lycaon, placing a kiss on the corner of Wise’s mouth.

He began to move, slowly at first. When the slide eased, Wise made a grab for Lycaon’s hip.

“You can move a little faster,” he said between gasps. “Ah, Lycaon, I’m so full.”

Lycaon’s growl slipped between his teeth. His hips snapped into Wise, causing him to gasp loudly. The sound of their bodies echoed in the bathroom. Lycaon was losing his mind. If he didn’t have his fingers pressed into the wall, he was sure he’d leave bruises on Wise’s pale skin.

“Lycaon, Lycaon.” His name spilled from Wise’s lips, pleading. “I’m gonna come again.”

“Come for me, Master Wise, come for me.” Lycaon thrust deeper, angling his cock to brush against Wise’s sweet spot at every turn.

With quick strokes of his own cock, Wise cried out as he came again, harder than the last. Cum dripped down the wall in front of him, thick and white.

Lycaon wanted to cum inside, to swell his knot and bury his seed deep, but he wasn’t given permission and frankly, he was afraid of what he’d do if he got it. He slipped out of Wise instead and stroked himself hard. He reached his peak quickly and let out a long groan as he finally released, painting Wise’s ass with white.

Lycaon tried to even his breathing before he spoke, “I apologize, Master Wise. I didn’t get your permission to come on you.” He was already wiping it away, though he’d keep the image of Wise’s beautiful cum-stained skin tucked in his memory forever.

“No, Lycaon, this was great.” Wise turned to wrap his arms around Lycaon’s shoulders. “This was absolutely amazing. Thank you.”

Wise kissed his cheek and his nose. Lycaon’s tail was as happy as a clam. “I’m pleased, Master Wise.”

He wrapped his arms around Wise, loose-limbed now from coming twice. Lycaon tested the water of the bath—miraculously, it was still warm enough.

Lycaon held Wise as they both soaked, both nearly drowsy in the afterglow. He was grateful for the warmth easing his aching muscles and for the handsome young man in his lap.

Wise turned to him. “Is this relaxation service something you do often?” he asked, with the corner of his lip curled up.

Lycaon couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s a rare offer reserved only for special clients.”

Wise smiled. “Then I’m glad I’m one of the special ones,” he said.

“You are,” said Lycaon. “I hope Victoria Housekeeping can be of service to you again.”

“Five out of five stars,” said Wise and closed his eyes. The rain outside the window was now the softest drizzle.

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[Hey, Lycaon!] His phone pinged with a text message. [I know we scheduled a clean-up for the store today, but the AC isn’t working!] Belle added several crying emojis. [I don’t want u to feel uncomfortable, do u want to reschedule?]

Lycaon picked up his phone to text back. [Miss Belle, thank you for your consideration of my well-being. Unfortunately, Victoria Housekeeping has been quite booked up as of late. If we reschedule, it won’t be for some weeks.] Lycaon continued. [If you are still planning to clean the store today, then I will be happy to assist you, with or without air conditioning.]

After a few moments, Belle replied. [Oh, Lycaon, that’s so sweet of u!] She added a blowing kiss emoji. [If ur absolutely sure, then pls don’t overwork yourself. Just having an extra pair of hands will be great.]

Lycaon smiled and he could feel his tail sway back and forth. [Excellent, Miss Belle. I will see you at the appointed time.]

It was an unseasonably hot day in New Eridu. What should’ve been nice, sunny days for early summer was instead a series of quick swaps between heavy thunderstorms and high temperatures. This led to a humidity that even Lycaon had to take extra precautions for grooming his fur. He was touched at Belle’s concern for him. However, he had Victoria Housekeeping’s reputation to maintain. He couldn’t let a few hours of sweat deter him from his job.

When he arrived at the scheduled time at Random Play on the dot, it was closed for the day with the window shutters lowered. Belle opened the door. “Lycaon! I’m glad you’re here. Come in! Aren’t you hot wearing all those layers?”

Lycaon walked inside, his cooler bag over his shoulder. Only two box fans whirred away for some cooling effect. He wore his usual attire, which he admitted wasn’t the most comfortable in this heat. When he got back to the office, perhaps he could draft up some Victoria summer uniforms.

Before he could come up with an excuse, Belle spoke up. “Please don’t feel the need to keep up appearances. If you’d feel more comfortable taking some layers off, it would make me feel better at least!”

Lycaon got a proper look at Belle now. Of course, she wasn’t wearing her usual black shirt and vest. Instead, she wore a loose-fitting black tank top and traded her sneakers for flip-flops, giving a full view of her long, bare legs. Her short hair was tied in a little ponytail, showing the elegant curve of her neck.

Lycaon tried not to let the direction of his gaze be too obvious, but there was a drop of sweat trailing down from her collarbone to between her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

He cleared his throat. The heat must be getting to him. He needed to focus on the task at hand.

“Thank you, Master Belle. If it pleases you, I’ll do just that.”

He could feel Belle’s eyes on him as he placed his bag down and removed his vest and gloves. Already he could feel sweat underneath his white shirt as he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows

“Shall we get started?” he asked.

Random Play received a large shipment of new and vintage videotapes and desperately needed sorting. Wise needed to get errands done while the store was closed, but the sorting was too much for one person to complete in one day.

“Our videotape guy shipped everything all at once,” Belle explained. “Lots from estate sales or picked up from various places. We need to sort them by genre first.”

It was mostly Belle that did the chatting while they worked, not that Lycaon minded. He never really had much free time to watch movies, so he ended up asking questions about which movie belongs in which genre and didn’t know most of the titles Belle talked about.

“No way you haven’t even heard of these, Lycaon! They’re the classics of the classics!” Belle sounded exasperated, though in a good-natured way, as the day wore on. He would look at her as she talked, but forced himself to look away when she knelt down by a box of tapes or when she lifted her shirt to wipe the sweat off her brow. “Okay, okay, how about the Nightworld series? Those movies you’ve heard of, right?” she asked.

“Oh, yes, those movies I have watched.” Flashes of memories flickered in Lycaon’s mind, but he quickly banished them. He didn’t watch those movies alone and he’d rather not remember right now.

Belle must’ve sensed he’d gotten contemplative. She wiped her hands on her skirt. “Ah, I’m feeling the heat now. Let’s take a little break.”

“As you wish, Master Belle.” Lycaon was grateful. He had to undo the top two buttons of his shirt as he was well on his way to undoing the third with how much he’d been sweating.

He picked up his cooler bag as they moved to the staff room, where a big standing fan chugged away, mostly aimed at their computer as it ran processing tasks. Something Hollow-related, Lycaon figured. Belle flopped onto the brown sofa in the room, flapping a fan made of paper over her face.

“I made some watermelon juice for us, if you would like some,” said Lycaon. “As well as some apple slices with peanut butter.” He opened his bag and pulled out a thermos bottle with plastic cups.

“Wow, Lycaon! That’s so thoughtful of you.” Belle sat up and accepted the little cup of juice. “I thought only Rina went all-out with snacks.”

“Rina’s on a constant journey of… pursuing culinary excellence,” Lycaon worded carefully. He arranged the apple slices on a plastic plate he brought with him. “But one must always be careful when trying one of her creations.”

“But this juice is delicious! Come, Lycaon, sit with me.” Belle licked her lips and patted the free space on the couch next to her.

Lycaon could make the butler-like choice of politely declining, but with the heat honestly making him tired, he obliged her wish. It was obvious that Belle and Wise saw him and the agents of Victoria Housekeeping more like friends rather than employees to keep a professional distance from.

When he sat down, it was obvious he was much bigger than the humans the sofa was intended for. Despite trying to keep a decent space between them, Belle wasn’t shy and pressed her side against his as they shared the snacks.

They munched on apple slices and downed the watermelon juice like they’d been stuck in the desert. “This is so nice, Lycaon. I wish I could have you come around more often!”

“I’m honored by the praise, Master Belle,” Lycaon replied. He could feel his tail wanting to wag, but he tamped down the urge. It was difficult tearing his eyes away from the neckline of Belle’s loose top. As much as he enjoyed his time at Random Play, the heat was turning his brain to mush and it wasn’t a good look professionally for impulsive behaviors.

“Oh, Lycaon, you-” Belle gestured her finger around her top lip. “You got some peanut butter.”

“Ah.” Lycaon licked his mouth, catching the smear of peanut butter with the tip of his tongue. “Thank you.”

Belle simply stared. Lycaon was about to ask if there was still peanut butter on his face when she stammered. “Oh, my- I’m so sorry for staring. Just that- your tongue.”

“Is there something wrong with my tongue?” he asked.

“No! No, just-” Belle put a hand over her mouth, her face flushed pink. “It was really cute when you did that.”

Now, Lycaon’s tail very much wanted to wag. To his frequent customers, he was “attentive,” “competent,” and “hardworking.” To his enemies, it was mostly along the lines of “scary as hell.” For Belle to call him “cute,” well, he didn’t dislike the sound of that.

He couldn’t help the little chuckle. “That’s sweet of you, Master Belle. Not many people would use the word ‘cute,’ to describe me.”

Belle let out a laugh. It was the kind of infectious laughter that immediately brightened up any room. “I can think of a few more reasons to call you cute, Lycaon.”

Lycaon didn’t know if people could tell if he was blushing underneath his white fur, but he figured now could be one of those times.

As she laughed, a splash of juice sloshed over Belle’s cup and landed on her chest and shirt. “Oh! I’m such a goof.” She placed her near-empty cup on the table.

“I have a handkerchief-” Lycaon instinctively went for his vest pocket, but he only patted his shirt. Right, he left his vest on the store counter. A proper butler would’ve kept a spare in another pocket.

“It’s alright, Lycaon. I’ll just wash it off.” Belle stood up. The wetness caused the black fabric of her shirt to cling to her breasts, showing the outline of her nipples.

Lycaon’s hand moved before he knew it, grabbing Belle’s hand. “Wait-”

Belle looked at him. “Lycaon?”

He didn’t know what he was doing. His mind was affected by the heat, by Belle’s praise and her enticing body. He should be a professional and step out for the day. Belle would understand.

Belle instead stepped closer to him. At her standing height, Lycaon’s face was right at her chest. He could smell her warmth and the scent of fresh watermelon.

“Lycaon.” Her voice was gentle now, though Lycaon’s ear twitched at the undertone of mischief.

“I’m terribly sorry, Master Belle.” He released his fingers, but Belle grabbed onto his hand again. She placed her other hand on his shoulder.

“Lycaon, I know you were looking at me all day,” she said. Before he could apologize, she placed a hand on his cheek. “And to be honest, I thought you’d notice me looking at you too.”

She leaned forward. Lycaon’s eyes dropped to her mouth, curled up in a smile.

Belle continued. “Wise won’t be home until tonight. How do you want to clean me up, Lycaon?”

There was no going around it now. They both knew.

Lycaon’s free hand curled around Belle’s waist. He pressed his nose against her neck, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat. When she sighed and ran her fingers through his hair, it signaled to him all he needed and all she wanted.

He opened his mouth and licked Belle’s chest, from the tops of her breasts to her collarbone. The taste of watermelon wasn’t overwhelming, but it felt intoxicating as he licked it off her. Both of Belle’s hands carded in his hair, keeping him pressed against her.

“Lycaon.” Her sighs of pleasure sounded sweet. He wanted to hear more.

He lifted her waist to place her on his lap. She immediately grinded against him, seeking friction. He bit back his own groan, his erection building quickly.

“Master Belle-”

“Keep going, Lycaon.”

His hands were almost big enough to envelop her entire waist. It made sliding under her top so easy. Belle took it off completely, tossing it to an unknown corner of the room.

Lycaon didn’t stop licking. He tasted her soft breasts, giving special attention to one nipple as he played with the other with his thumb. Belle’s was on the smaller side, but all the better to cup in with his wolfish hands.

“Oh, ah,” Belle gasped as Lycaon gave an experimental suck on her other nipple. “Lycaon, are you planning on eating me?” she asked teasingly.

Lycaon looked up at her. Her bright pink cheeks and playful smile made his heart beat fast.

He licked his mouth again and watched Belle bite her lip. “How do you want to be eaten, Master Belle?”

Belle’s blush became a deeper shade of pink. She tightened her grasp on Lycaon’s shoulders and with a tug at her insistence, he allowed himself to be maneuvered to drape over her as she lay back on the couch.

She reached up her own skirt. Lycaon lifted himself to watch as she slipped off her own panties.

With her knees drawn up to show what she wanted, Belle asked in a sly tone, “Can you eat me like this?”

Lycaon felt like he was drooling when he licked his mouth again. It was also to show off to Belle a bit more if he had to admit to himself.

It worked with the way she lifted her thighs over his shoulders. He caressed her legs, feeling the goosebumps on her flesh.

“With pleasure, Master Belle,” he replied.

Lycaon’s senses sharpened, hyper-focused on the scent of arousal and the need to taste her. Even so, he knew slow was the way to go. If not for his partner’s benefit, it was easier to keep himself in check that way.

Half-lifting Belle’s hips and lowering himself to meet her, Lycaon nuzzled along the inside of her thigh, licking the soft skin between her leg and her pussy. He could feel Belle’s anticipation in the shivers of her skin.

“Lycaon-“ Belle moaned, squirming in his embrace.

“I know, Master Belle,” he said and dove right in.

Belle cried out as Lycaon licked one long stripe over her pussy, then went deeper, tasting inside her. Her size was perfect for Lycaon to sink into completely.

Belle tried to keep her loud moans in, her eyes shut tight. Lycaon felt her restraint on herself and how she expressed her desires with the way her hips thrusted, how her fingers gripped his hair. He wanted what she wanted—to get messy, to not think, to seek desires unabashedly.

Lycaon’s nose brushed against her clit. With his thumb, he gave her more direct attention.

“Ah, Lycaon, faster,” she moaned, a hand over her own chest. The other held fast onto Lycaon’s head. “I’m gonna come.”

He felt her orgasm wash over her in the arching of her back, the shaking of her legs, her long drawn-out moan. Belle’s fingers in his hair relaxed and he didn’t mind the way his scalp stung a little. Her sounds were so pretty, Lycaon could feel his tail wagging just from listening.

It took a moment for Belle’s orgasm to subside as Lycaon was still licking and thumbing her gently as she rode it out. She still squirmed and groaned from the overstimulation, then gave a gentle push of Lycaon’s head.

“Lycaon.” Her voice was affectionate and sounded like she would burst into laughter at any moment. “That was amazing. Is there anything you can’t do?”

Lycaon chuckled as he wiped the wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand. It was a very un-butler-like thing to do, but he admitted that at this point he was showing off a bit for Belle’s benefit. It was obvious that she was interested in his more wolfish traits.

Belle sat up and curled her fingers around his belt loops. Lycaon still had his clothes on, but he couldn’t hide his erection pressing against the zipper of his pants.

Belle looked down, then up at him. “Lycaon, do you want to keep going?” she asked.

“What did you have in mind, Master Belle?” With his fingers, he brushed back her mussed-up hair which was now loose from her ponytail.

“Will you fuck me?” she asked. Then she grinned. “I bounce back pretty quick. And we don’t have to worry about... you know. I take the pill for it.”

Lycaon knew she wouldn’t mind if he said no. She was exploring options and he wasn’t going to deny it. The smell of sex permeated the warm air, almost making him feel tipsy. Lycaon couldn’t ignore himself any longer and if he could give Belle more pleasure as well, then-

“Master Belle, I’d be happy to,” he said.

Her smile beamed. Lycaon reached to undo his belt, but she stopped him with her hand, taking over the task instead. Belle knew what she wanted and with it right in front of her, she wanted to take it for herself.

Belle ignored his belt at first, instead taking the time to undo all of his shirt buttons one-by-one. She ran her hands through his chest fur, making Lycaon feel shivers with the gentle scratch of her nails. Finally, she undid his belt and pulled out his rock-hard cock.

Lycaon let her touch all she liked and tried not to twitch at the attention. Belle spit liberally into her hand and gave him a few quick strokes to get him wet.

She leaned back and lifted her hips to whip off her skirt. “Ready whenever you are,” she said, opening her legs and showing her pussy, still slick from his tongue.

“Yes, Master Belle,” said Lycaon. His voice felt distant. All he could think about was sinking back into her.

His cock slid in easily, though they both groaned at the size of each other. He was big and she was tight. Lycaon pulled in and out, then back in to get her used to him.

Gradually, the pace picked up as Belle relaxed. Her moans turned into gasps as Lycaon’s hips grew faster in momentum.

“Lycaon, you can go faster!” Her voice edged on pleading.

Lycaon almost couldn’t hear her. His blood rushed all around his veins as he took pleasure in her soft, smaller body. He leaned forward to cover her under him and felt her arms wound around his neck.

The thrusts of his hips turned shallow, snapping deeper into Belle. Her words were incoherent. The heated air felt like perfume, or miasma.

Finally, Lycaon could feel the pressure building up inside of him. He didn’t last as long as he hoped, but ignoring himself for too long led to this.

“Master Belle-” he gritted out. “I’m- ah-” It was a struggle to get the words out. All he could focus on was reaching the peak.

“Ah, Lycaon-” Belle wound a hand between them to reach for the point where they connected. “I’ll come too-”

Lycaon leaned back to see Belle rub at her clit, chasing her pleasure. The sight of her alone drove him over the edge. As he felt his knot swell, he pulled out, grasping himself at the base as dribbles of white cum dripped onto her stomach.

Belle’s body shook with the force of another orgasm. Lycaon drank in the image of her touching herself, completely naked before him. He stroked his cock, chasing the tail-end of another half-baked knot.

As Belle came back down and her breathing evened, she looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “You didn’t want to knot?” she asked, her voice sounding winded.

Lycaon couldn’t meet her gaze. “No. I’m sorry, Master Belle.” He looked up. “If I knotted you, then we would’ve been stuck together for at least half an hour.”

He was afraid he’d offended her by not knotting, but instead she gave a lighthearted chuckle. “I understand. It’s too hot to be stuck together for that long,” she said. She sat up and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. “This was the best thing that’s happened to me all week, Lycaon, thank you.”

“I’m happy to hear that, Master Belle.” Lycaon returned the hug, though the persistence of resisting his knot was still in his mind.

After a few moments of holding each other, feeling the way their chests rose and fell with their breathing, Belle looked up at him. “Let’s take a shower together? Then we can sort out the rest of the tapes. And maybe some dinner? I’m starving!”

The nagging feeling subsided inside of him. Lycaon smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

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The Ethereal finally went down with a roar, fading in sparks of yellow and white that drifted up into the sky. Von Lycaon was out of breath. His calf engines whined with overuse, coated in frost.

Nicole and Anby, his fellow Agents for this commission, also looked exhausted. Nicole huffed as she brushed dust off her clothes and fixed her hair. Anby still had a fierce look in her eyes, though she had taken a knee and leaned on her blade that she drove down into the dirt.

Lycaon tried to even his breathing and bring his heart rate back down. He took a step, then he wobbled. His legs gave out and he collapsed against the wall of a dilapidated building. His prosthetics would need to be looked at once he got home.

“Lycaon!” Little Eous scurried over, speaking with Belle’s voice. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Master Proxy. Merely tired, I think.” Lycaon tried to keep his voice even. He didn’t want to make the Phaethon siblings worried. The mechanical workings of his legs whirred and clicked.

“Leave it to me! I’ll find us a way out,” said Belle.

“I’ll come with you. The boss has been defeated, but I’ll still keep guard over the Proxy to be safe,” said Anby. Lycaon always wondered how she came to be with the Cunning Hares. She spoke with the efficiency of a soldier rather than a member of an odd-jobs group.

Nicole flopped down beside Lycaon with a loud sigh. “Ugh, I’m beat! You guys go. I’ll sit with Mr. Lycaon. My shoes are killing me.”

“Roger.” Anby and Eous bounded off around the corner of the ruined clearing.

Lycaon and Nicole were silent. He focused on his breathing while Nicole inspected the chips on her multi-colored nail polish. They’d never interacted much before outside the occasional commission the Phaethon siblings would ask them for.

It wouldn’t do well to give credence to the third-hand talk about Nicole’s financial difficulties. He saw the way she stood up for the people of Canvas Street. She was a good shot with her Ether-attribute weapon. For him, that was enough.

Lycaon didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes until Nicole snapped her fingers in his face. He jolted awake.

“Oh, good, I was worried there for a sec,” she said. “I dunno much about first-aid on the field or whatever, but I heard if you hit your head then you better stay awake.”

“I don’t think I received a head injury, but I thank you for your concern for me, Miss Nicole,” he said. His muscles were sore, but there was less pain. Resting was doing him some good.

“Hmm, did you injure yourself here too?” she asked. Lycaon looked where she was pointing. There was a noticeable bump in his pants in his crotch area and it wasn’t due to bad tailoring.

“Ah, Miss Nicole, please forgive my indecency.” Lycaon tried to sit up, but even his arms felt more like overcooked noodles. “I don’t know what’s come over me. It’s possibly a reaction from adrenaline comedown-“

“Hmm.” Nicole twirled a lock of pink hair around her finger. “Fuck it. Let me.”

“Pardon?” Lycaon sputtered as Nicole swung her leg over him to sit on his lap.

“We’re both wired and tired, you more than me,” she said. “So, let me help you and we can both relax. Anby and the Proxy will take a while.”

With the feeling of her warm body on top of him, Lycaon couldn’t help himself. He could feel his interest piquing in his cock against his better judgment.

“Please, Miss Nicole,” he found himself saying. “I would… greatly appreciate the assistance.”

Nicole smiled in a way that reminded Lycaon of a vixen. “I like the sound of that. No one else calls me ‘Miss Nicole’ like you, Mr. Lycaon.”

She raised herself onto her knees and moved down his body. He thought she perhaps wanted to use her mouth or grind on him. Instead, she lifted herself up.

First went her strangle little jacket, then her white top. “Ah, this feels so good,” she said and unclasped her black bra, revealing large, perfect breasts. She massaged herself, playing with her soft, sensitive flesh, too big to fit in her own hands.

Nicole grinned. “Like what you see?” she asked, rubbing her pink nipples, perking them up. Her diamond heart necklace glinted in the cloudy sunshine. She was obviously showing off, but Lycaon’s mouth felt dry and his heart beat fast. He hasn’t watched pornography since he was a young Thiren, but he felt like he fell into some alternate reality where he was the co-star of some raunchy film. Nicole was leading the show—a succubus and a star.

She undid Lycaon’s belt, wasting no time in pulling out his cock. It wasn’t at full-mast, but the look in Nicole’s eyes said she saw a challenge.

“You’re beat, Mr. Lycaon. Consider this a Cunning Hares freebie, but only this once,” she said with a candy-sweet smile. Lycaon could only nod.

She spit into her hand, then stroked him, pressing her thumb on his head and against his undershaft to really make him feel it. He groaned, trying to shift his hips to meet her rhythm, but his worn-out bones protested.

“I got you,” Nicole purred. “Just lie back and take it.” She let more saliva drip onto her hand to slick him up more. Lycaon did as he was told. Even with his tired body, his arousal rose to meet her.

When his cock became fully erect, Nicole cupped her own breasts and squeezed him in between her cleavage. “Ahh, now this is a good, hot dick. Billy always needs a lotta warming up first.”

Lycaon was too deep in the feeling of her soft skin around his cock to think of the implication of android sexual organs. Or was Billy actually a cyborg?

Nicole pressed her breasts tighter around him, lifting up and down, watching the flushed head of his cock as he leaked precum. She looked like she was enjoying it immensely with a wide smile on her face and picked up the pace of her bounce.

“Miss Nicole-“ Lycaon groaned.

“Yeah? You gonna come?” Nicole pressed her breasts, enveloping his cock. Her nipples rubbed against each other, shiny and slippery with the mix of saliva and precum.

“Y-yes,” he gritted out.

“Yes what?” She teased.

“Yes, Miss Nicole,” Lycaon gasped. “I’m going to-“

Nicole wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked hard.

Lycaon cried out, his orgasm crashing over him. He couldn’t even think about holding himself back with the way Nicole’s tongue lapped up his pearly white spend, sending shivers of overstimulation up his spine.

Once he was clean, she didn’t move away immediately. Her breasts were still around him, warm like a teapot cozy. “So, it is true that canine Thirens can knot,” she said, squeezing herself around the base of his cock where she could feel his bulge.

Lycaon was aware that his knot swelled somewhat. It would swell more if he was penetrating a partner, when his primal instincts were honed on breeding successfully. When he ejaculated by other means, the knot was smaller and didn’t last as long.

Nicole finally freed him, sitting up and tossing her hair back over her shoulder with a sigh of satisfaction. With as much energy as he can muster, he held up the spare handkerchief he kept in his pants pocket.

“Oh, thank you,” she chirped, taking the handkerchief to wipe her chest.

“Miss Nicole, thank you.” Lycaon felt much more comfortable now and got himself to sit up. The rush of dopamine eased his aches and pains. “I feel much better now. Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked.

“Nah, titjobs are, like, my favorite thing. I don’t get a lot of time to find someone to do it with nowadays.” Nicole clipped on her bra, then picked up her top to dust it off. “If you ever feel like you wanna go again, I can give you my number. Though-” She picked up her cropped jacket. It was covered in white dirt. “-next time, let’s not do it in a Hollow.”

“I agree,” said Lycaon with a chuckle. Nicole smiled.

“So, about exchanging phone numbers-”

Lycaon’s ears twitched as he picked up a sound. He quickly tucked himself back into his pants, brushing away any dirt and stains. “I think it’s Miss Anby and Master Proxy,” he said.

“Oh.” Nicole thwacked her jacket and slipped it back on. As she slid off Lycaon’s lap, she tucked the rumpled handkerchief back into his pants pocket.

Anby bounded back into the clearing with Eous at her heels, scurrying with its little Bangboo legs.

“We found a route out. Mr. Lycaon, can you stand?” Anby asked.

“I believe I can.” Lycaon’s strength returned enough for him to be able to stand on his feet. “If it’s safe enough to walk instead of run, I’ll be fine.”

“Nicole?” Anby turned to her. Nicole hopped back on her feet and stretched out her arms.

“Ahhh, I’m so tired. I’m running a hot bath as soon as I get back,” she said.

“Then this commission fee will be used to pay the water bill instead of what we owe to Phaethon?” Anby asked.

“Gah!”

Chapter Text

A cool evening breeze through the construction site was a welcome feeling after a long day.

Most if not nearly all of Victoria Housekeeping’s business involved, well, housekeeping; also Hollow commission which required their combat skills. Today, Victoria Housekeeping was assisting in a new and different way.

It was an interesting job to say the least. Von Lycaon heard much about Belobog Industries through the news and various mutual colleagues.

“Yeah! That’s how you do it! Good work!” The fiery-haired boss, Koleda, gave Corin a pat on the back as her chainsaw cut through logs of debris.

“T-t-thank you!” Corin sputtered.

Koleda turned to Lycaon. “That’s pretty much the last of it. I know we have smart machines and all, but having a few extra pairs of hands really makes the difference. We actually met our deadline!” A couple of bear Thirens hauled the debris away.

Lycaon and Corin bowed. “I’m honored by your praise, Master Koleda. Please if there’s anything Victoria Housekeeping can assist you with, we’re happy to be of service,” he said.

“Yes! We’re happy to help!” Corin exclaimed, giving another bow so low that her pigtails nearly grazed the ground.

Koleda grinned, then handed Lycaon a sheaf of papers a passing worker handed to her. “Here’s the paperwork for today. Could you give it a look-see? We’ll open a payroll account for you too. We’d love to have you back sometime.”

“Oh, I can handle that,” said Lycaon, taking the papers. He turned to Corin. “You’ve worked hard today, Corin. Go home and get some rest.”

“Really?” Corin’s eyes sparkled. “Thank you, Sir Lycaon!” Another bow to Koleda, “By your leave, Master Koleda.” She practically skipped out of the site. It would’ve painted such a sweet, innocent picture if she wasn’t carrying a giant chainsaw over her shoulder.

Koleda’s attention was taken by another worker who needed her. “I think Anton’s still not feeling well,” she said, “so I gotta wrap up some stuff. Do you mind taking the documents to the office when you’re done? Put it on Ben’s desk if he’s not there, he handles the finances.”

“Of course, Master Koleda.” Lycaon dipped his head. “By your leave.”

Koleda walked off with the worker while Lycaon made his way to the on-site office. He wondered where Mister Anton was. The Belobog manager wasn’t quite up to his usual enthusiastic self for most of the day and eventually took an early break at Koleda’ prompting. She said he was stressed about the project deadline.

Well, he’d be happy to hear that the deadline’s been met. Perhaps Lycaon can send in some herbal remedies to ease exhaustion for the team.

The paperwork looked in order. Lycaon opened the door to the office, one of many white trailers that lined the edge of the site. It was dimly-lit with only the warm golden light of the setting sun.

Ben’s desk had a comically small mug that read “Bear Boss Ever!” However, Lycaon wasn’t focused on that.

In the end of the office, Anton sat with his back to Lycaon. He was grunting and huffing, his right arm moving back and forth. It was quite unmistakable what he was doing.

The polite thing to do would be to turn right around and leave Anton to his privacy, but Lycaon’s butler sense told him otherwise. Anton sounded less in the throes of self-pleasure and more like he was struggling.

Lycaon tread lightly, placing the paperwork on Ben’s desk. Anton didn’t notice, his movements jerky and uneven.

He stopped, sighing with disappointment, and tucked himself back in.

Lycaon broke the silence. “Mister Anton.”

Anton jerked up. “Lycaon! Ah, haha, I didn’t see you there.” He turned to his jackhammer that lay on top of his desk. “Bro, why didn’t you warn me?”

Lycaon cleared his throat. He didn’t completely understand the relationship between Anton and his jackhammer, but he wasn’t about to get between them. ”Mister Anton, please forgive me for imposing on you during your private time, but I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be struggling.”

If Anton’s spiky hair could be controlled by his mood, he was clearly deflated. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, dude.”

”Would it… make you feel better to talk about it?” Lycaon asked. Anton was usually such a bouncy ball of energy, it was quite concerning to see him so down in the dumps.

“Lycaon, my man.” Anton looked up with wide, shiny eyes. “It would mean so much. I mean, there’s no other dude on the team besides Ben and he doesn’t usually talk about these things-“

”It’s my duty to serve, including being a listener to your needs,” said Lycaon.

Anton nodded and pulled up a chair next to his. They both sat. Anton’s leg bounced excitedly.

“I’m just gonna come right out and say it then, my dude. I haven’t been able to get off in ages!”

Lycaon was glad Anton’s energy was back up, but with the bluntness of his honesty, he wasn’t sure now if he could match him.

He cleared his throat again. “I understand that this recent project deadline has been quite tough for you, as team manager. Perhaps it was that stress that’s been keeping you from… performing?”

Anton looked contemplative, then scratched his head. “Yeah, I figured that’s probably it. But with you guys from Victoria Co., I’ve been able to relax a little more, but I still can’t get off.”

“Stress doesn’t leave the body right away, even when what causes the stress is over.” Lycaon curled his hands over his metal knees. “It’s best to start slow then work your way back up.”

“Okay!” Anton stood up, then with swift motions, undid his belt and pulled out his pants just enough for his cock to pop out, still a little chubbed from his earlier attempt. “You obviously know way more than me, dude. How about you give me directions?”

Lycaon was shocked stiff, but of course Anton’s blindly straightforward approach would lead him to this course of action.

He leaned forward on his knees. There really was no way but forward since Lycaon brought this on himself.

Anton wrapped a hand around himself, already stroking fast to get hard.

“Mister Anton, I’d recommend starting slow and it’s best to get some lubrication.”

”My bro has-“

”Your saliva will do.”

Anton spit into his hand, then returned to stroking himself.

“Even slower, please, Mister Anton.” Lycaon’s mouth was watering, watching Anton jack off. He was quite handsome, with his trim waist and strong arms. His cock on the longer side, its pink head already weeping drops of precum over his foreskin—happy to get back some attention, no doubt.

”Like this?” He slowed, but his expression clearly betrayed his impatience. He at least looked like he was enjoying himself more than earlier. Perhaps a partner was the key to removing this block.

Lycaon slid off the chair and onto his knees. Anton gasped, but didn’t move or protest when Lycaon’s gloved hands slid up his legs.

“Mister Anton, I think I will be able to direct you more efficiently like this,” he said. He would be lying if he said Anton’s vulnerability wasn’t also getting him a bit excited. “Do you want to keep going?”

”Y-yeah, man,” Anton stuttered. “Sure.”

Lycaon wrapped his hand around Anton’s, his Thiren size bigger than his human one. He moved their hands together up and down. Lycaon could feel the energy buzzing under Anton’s skin.

“I understand wanting to reach climax as fast as possible,” said Lycaon, filling the silence. “However, starting slow and feeling yourself will achieve a higher experience.”

“Hmm-mm.” Anton nodded. His eyes were focused on their hands on his cock. Lycaon picked up fractionally faster and let some saliva drip out of his mouth to ease the friction.

“Lycaon, dude,” Anton gasped. “This feels amazing.”

“I’m glad.” Lycaon smiled. “Is there anywhere else you like to touch yourself? Giving other erogenous zones some attention will also help.”

Anton wordlessly undid the buttons of his black shirt and pressed his free hand against his chest and up his collarbone. He didn’t reach for his nipples like Lycaon thought he would, but everyone’s spots were different.

It painted such a erotic picture: the butler on his knees in front of the manager, tucked in the back of the office and doing illicit activities after work. Lycaon felt his tail thump against the floor.

“Mister Anton, can I- May I use my mouth?” Lycaon licked his lips.

“Dude, that would be so awesome.” Anton gripped the base of his cock, nearly full-mast now.

Lycaon licked the head with the tip of his tongue, causing Anton to throw his head back and groan. He switched to using his tongue flat against his undershaft then back to the tip again. Anton grew twitchy, trying to thrust into Lycaon’s mouth, but Lycaon held his free hand down on his thigh to keep him still. It wasn’t long before his cock was rock-hard and Lycaon swallowed him down.

Lycaon didn’t get the opportunity to give head often. When he was younger and more wild, his bed-partners were either concerned about his Thiren attributes or were more eager to give him head instead.

He put everything he learned into giving Anton the best he can do. Even with Lycaon’s longer canine mouth, the tip of Anton’s cock still reached deep. He covered his teeth with his lips and sucked as he bobbed his head up and down.

“Dude, ah, that feels so good.” Anton was on the edge of his seat, his free hand over Lycaon’s cheek in quite a tender gesture.

Lycaon hummed in affirmation, lips still around his cock. The vibrations caused Anton to shiver and shift around. “Lycaon, wait, I’m gonna come,” he whined.

He pulled back from Anton’s cock with a string of saliva still between them. His foreskin down to reveal the full pink head, shiny and wet. “I don’t mind if you want to come in my mouth, Mister Anton.”

Anton shook his head. “It’s not that, it’s-” For the first time since Lycaon’s known him (which wasn’t long but still), Anton looked embarrassed. Pink dusted his cheeks. His eyes flicked back and forth from Lycaon’s intense gaze. “Could you blow on my ears?”

Lycaon took a moment to process, then lifted on his knees. One hand still pumped Anton’s cock to keep momentum, the other cupped his neck to bring him forward. Lycaon’s wet nose brushed against the curve of Anton’s ear, then he blew a little air.

That did it for Anton, who came with a long moan. White spurts of cum coated both their hands. Lycaon kept going, blowing softly in his other ear as Anton continued to cum, seemingly endless. He must’ve been really pent up.

He stopped when Anton became overstimulated, whining and pressing a hand against his shoulder. Lycaon looked at his handiwork, proud of himself for helping Anton reach his pleasure. His eyes were closed, chest heaving up and down. Between their hands was a copious amount of white spend, some if it spilled onto the floor.

Lycaon pulled out his vest handkerchief to clean his hand. Anton stirred. “Wait, I got tissues.” He pulled out a packet from his desk drawer.

Lycaon and Anton cleaned themselves up. Anton insisted he wipe the floor himself. Lycaon contented with at least rearranging the office back to its original state—some papers were knocked askew when Anton came.

“Dude, Lycaon, that was great! So awesome!” Anton grinned as he re-fastened his jackhammer on his arm. “I feel like I could run a marathon.”

“I’m glad, Mister Anton,” said Lycaon, readjusting his gloves. “Victoria Housekeeping is always a call away. Please be sure not to overwork yourself.”

“Aw, man, thanks.” He and Anton stepped out of the trailer. The sun was below the horizon now, casting the sky in shades of red and gold. The remaining construction crew was few and didn’t seem to notice them as they walked towards the gate.

“If my bro ever gets into a snag, I’ll be sure to call you!” Anton wrapped Lycaon in a big hug—well, as big as he could considering Lycaon was taller than him.

Somehow, the jackhammer gave a little buzz. Lycaon side-eyed it. “I appreciate it, Mister Anton.”

Chapter Text

Like most events in Von Lycaon’s life, it started with a text. 

[Hello, Mr. Lycaon, it’s Anby from the Cunning Hares. I have a request of a sensitive nature.] Her text read. [Please let me know when you’re next available to speak in person.]

Lycaon wondered what the request could be. He’d worked with Anby a few times as part of Hollow Agent teams. He respected her and thought more than once that she could be an excellent Victoria Housekeeping maid. 

[Of course, Miss Anby. I’m open for some time this evening. Would the Victoria sitting room agree with you?]

[Thank you.] Her reply was fast. [I’ll come by then.]

Lycaon smiled. He wondered what Anby needed and how he could help. He rolled up his sleeves to prepare for his guest’s arrival.

Anby arrived as the sun went down, dressed in her usual green-and-gray combat uniform, but without her weapons or headphones. Lycaon led them to the sitting room, where the company would entertain clients during discussions surrounding jobs and contracts. 

“Please sit, Miss Anby, and make yourself comfortable.” Lycaon gestured to the red velvet couch. After she sat, he placed his tray, laden with an array of snacks, on the brown oak table. “I’m brewing our signature black tea, if you could care for some? Or I can prepare a different blend.”

“Black tea sounds nice, thank you. Do you have a slice of lemon?” Anby asked. 

Luckily, he already prepared lemon slices on the sideboard. “Of course.” 

It warmed Lycaon’s heart to see such an upstanding young woman look relaxed. There was always a kernel of worry in Lycaon’s mind on whether or not she was taking care of herself. Young people nowadays didn’t seem to show their emotions readily, so it was hard to tell how they are on the inside. Though, Lycaon supposed that worrying about young people was part of the job to be a caretaker. 

This was, of course, all part of the Victoria Housekeeping process: making sure their clients and their friends were well taken care of.

Once the tea was ready, Lycaon served her first, then settled himself into the opposite couch with his own cup. She blew on her tea to cool it down. 

“So, Miss Anby,” Lycaon began. “To what do I owe to the pleasure of your visit today?” 

Anby sipped her tea, a thoughtful look in her eyes. She placed her cup back on her saucer with a soft click. 

“Mr. Lycaon, I understand you’re a Thiren of many talents.” Her wording felt careful, as if rehearsed. “Normally, I would pursue these matters on my own, since there is countless media on the subject. But, of course, what you see on screen only covers so much of what real life actually entails.” 

“Of course.” Lycaon couldn’t guess what she was thinking about. Her face remained impassive as ever. “And what would that subject be?” 

“Sex,” she said, “and romance.” 

If Lycaon were actually drinking his tea at that moment, he was afraid he would’ve choked. Sex and romance? He has a lot of experience on the former, sure, but the latter felt as elusive to him as keeping a fistful of sand from slipping between one’s fingers. 

He’d never expected the strong, stoic Anby to bring up such topics, but she was a young woman after all. Nearly everybody thought about these things, including Lycaon, but why come to him specifically?

“I can guess you’re probably wondering why I came to you,” said Anby, when Lycaon didn’t answer right away. His expression must’ve betrayed his confusion. “My goal is to ask Belle out on a date. In a proper, romantic way. And I hope to ask her to be my girlfriend. Like they do in the movies, or as close as I can on my budget.” 

“I see.” Lycaon tried to think. He was happy for Anby, truly, but did she come to him because she was jealous? He and Belle were still friends and hadn’t done anything since they did it on the Random Play staff room couch. Or perhaps she simply came to him for ideas as mutual friends of Belle. 

“However, despite all I’ve watched and researched, the idea of sex remains a mystery to me. I’ve never…” Anby took a deep breath. “I’ve never done it before.” 

“That’s nothing to be ashamed about, Miss Anby. I know Miss Belle isn’t the type of person who would care about that.”

“I know,” said Anby with the smallest hint of a smile on her face. “Even so, I know Belle likes sex. She told me about you.” 

“Ah, well…” Lycaon couldn’t help but break away from Anby’s piercing golden eyes. “We’ve only done it one time and that was quite a while ago at this point.” 

“I also heard about you from Nicole. And Anton mentioned something in passing once. Actually, I texted Rina first, but she told me to ask you and gave me the reasons why.” The way Anby listed it all like a mission report made the skin under Lycaon’s fur burn with embarrassment. “I also suspect even Wise-“ 

Lycaon cleared his throat. “Miss Anby.” He knew it was rude to interrupt a guest, but Lycaon feared he was turning red up to his ears. “I’m happy to help with whatever questions you have. Though I don’t want to kiss and tell about Miss Belle-“ 

“You don’t have to divulge any private information,” Anby replied, as if she didn’t do that already for him. “I thought I’d come to you to ask for hands-on help.” 

Lycaon should’ve known. Somehow it didn’t surprise him to hear it. “Is ‘hands-on help’ what I think it means?”

“Yes, I want you to teach me how to please a partner,” said Anby, her delivery as straight and serious as an arrow. “And I think the best way to learn is to have it done on me by someone I can trust.”

Lycaon was touched that Anby trusted him. It almost made him want to let his tail wag, but he resisted. “I’m pleased that you trust me, Miss Anby.” The end of his sentence hung in the air. 

”Is there something you’re hesitant about?” Anby asked. “Oh, this would be considered a service. I have some savings set aside-“

“No, please, Miss Anby, it’s not that.” Lycaon wondered if he wanted to turn her down. On the one hand, it was the usual anxiety of not being up to par. However, the other hand was that he truly was touched that Anby came to him for help.

After all, it was a butler’s duty to serve.

“You should know, I’m not a professional in regards to this matter,” he said. “I can only relay what I’ve experienced and I want to help you as best as I’m able.”

“I understand,” Anby replied. With the way their voices were cool and even-toned, one might think they were in a real business meeting. 

“Perhaps, let’s start with what you’re curious about,” Lycaon crossed his legs, leaning back on the couch, “and what you feel you’re comfortable trying.”

Anby’s posture relaxed. 

++++

They made a plan to meet again at the same time next week. The Cunning Hares headquarters—if it could even be called that—was too small and noisy for their needs, so they agreed on Lycaon’s bedroom. 

Anby’s list was incredibly vanilla compared to what Lycaon has done before. It was more a matter of getting the basics down than exploration into anything intense. She didn’t even write down penetration.

Lycaon prepared everything he could think of—lubricant, disposable gloves. He thought about lighting some candles, but that would’ve been too much. This was, first and foremost, a lesson. 

Anby arrived on time, once again without weapons or headphones. The evening air was chilly and Lycaon could see the goosebumps on her bare skin. 

“Thank you again for helping me, Mr. Lycaon,” she said as they came into his room. 

“The pleasure of helping a friend is all mine, Miss Anby,” he replied with a smile. 

Anby took in the space. Lycaon didn’t have time or preference for any decor or personal touches—simply a large bed swathed in white, plus a nightstand and lamp. 

As well as a closet with its door open to reveal the mirror hanging on the inside. 

Anby’s eyes lingered on it for a moment. When Lycaon suggested the mirror, she agreed it was necessary to see what she was going to learn and how to apply it. Actually seeing it in person now, Anby might be realizing how exposing it could be. 

”Miss Anby, if there’s anything you want to change your mind about…”

”Of course, Mr. Lycaon,” she replied, turning to him with a resolute look in her eye. “Let’s begin. I’m eager to learn.”

”As you wish,” Lycaon nodded. “Please sit on the bed facing the mirror and take off whatever you’re comfortable with. Your underwear as well.” 

Anby complied, undoing her buttons and belts with the detached meticulousness of a soldier. She placed her folded jacket and skirt on the floor, leaving on her white tank top and stockings. Exposed in the cool air of the room, Lycaon could see her nipples through the fabric of her top, faintly pink.

She sat at the foot of the bed, directly across from the mirror. Her eyes fixed on herself as she leaned back to hook her thumbs over the waistband of her black underwear and tugged them down. 

Lycaon couldn’t help but look, since he was going to have to anyway during this lesson. Fine pale hairs covered her down there, which didn’t surprise Lycaon. 

Anby folded her underwear too, then looked to Lycaon for more instruction. 

“The first step in pleasuring a partner,” he began, “is in the setup beforehand. One doesn’t simply go in dry and hard.” 

Anby nodded, absorbing his words. 

“Usually but not always, the setup can be a romantic date, spending time together,” he continued, “or it could be more simple: kissing, massaging, or anything you or your partner likes to get excited. Can you think of anything for yourself, Miss Anby?”

Anby turned to think. “I like… thinking of Belle’s lips, her skin, her hair, the way she smiles.”

Lycaon’s tail wagged. “Excellent, Miss Anby. Along those lines, that’s engaging with the first step.” He kneeled beside her on the floor next to the bed and placed a hand on her stockinged knee. She stiffened, then gradually relaxed into his warm hand. “The second step is to feel comfortable physically. You said you don’t have much experience touching yourself?”

Anby nodded. “I touch my clitoris and I feel something, but then my hand hurts from trying too long or I feel awkward and don’t know how to continue.” 

“Some people need a little more foreplay than others. Is there any other part of your body that makes you feel relaxed when you touch it?” 

Anby hummed, thoughtful. Her hands wandered down her arms, her thighs, her stomach, but less so as answers and more so as testing. Lycaon couldn’t help but wonder what her life was like in the past to restrict so much time away from self-discovery. 

“I’m not really sure,” Anby finally admitted. She cupped her own breasts, squeezing—her nipples peaked from the attention. “I suppose here.” 

“That’s a start.” Lycaon was frankly relieved. It would’ve been awkward if she didn’t have an answer. “Try massaging yourself there and relax your body. Think of what gives you pleasure.”

Anby nodded and closed her eyes, rubbing and kneading her breasts. 

“You can lay back on the bed if you like,” said Lycaon, trying to ignore his erection pressing against the zipper of his pants. 

“No, I want to be able to see myself.” Anby’s voice was as stern as ever, but there was an edge of breathlessness to it. She must be feeling it now. 

Lycaon let his tail wag. This was part of the reason he loved being a butler. The honesty of desire was refreshing, like the clear sound of water rushing over rocks, wearing them smooth. It was even more gratifying when he could fulfill them. 

He maneuvered himself onto the bed and sat behind Anby, his legs open on either side with her between them. She stilled for a moment, unsure, until Lycaon placed his hands on her shoulders. 

“You can lean back on me, Miss Anby. I can show you the next step.” 

Anby relaxed, tension deflating with a long exhale. Lycaon could smell her arousal mixed with her usual scent: ozone like thunder and an underlying sweet warmth.

With her back flush against his chest, Anby resumed massaging herself. They were still in full view of the closet mirror. Her snow-white hair nearly matched the shade of his fur. Her face, however, bloomed a beautiful red on her cheeks like camellias. 

“What’s the next step, Mr. Lycaon?” Anby asked. Her voice was just above a whisper, but it was the loudest sound in the room. 

Lycaon slid his bare hands down her thighs. It was tempting to slide down her black stockings and expose more of her skin, but Anby had kept it on so he left them as is. Anby shifted beneath his touch. If she noticed how hard his cock was pressing against her lower back, she didn’t bring it up. Lycaon didn’t mind anyway. Tonight was all about her. 

Lycaon hooked his chin over her shoulder and met her eyes in the mirror. His nose brushed against her cheek. “Spread your legs open for me and I’ll show you.” 

With a hitched breath, Anby obeyed. She drew up her knees and presented herself. 

In the mirror, she was a sight. Her muscular limbs turned soft and pliant. Her expression was no longer stoic. Now, her mouth was open, panting slightly to match the fast pace of her heart. 

She reached down with two fingers to spread herself open. Her pussy glistened in the lamp light. If Lycaon could thank a god, he would thank them for Anby being gloriously wet.

“You’re wet, Miss Anby. That’s excellent,” said Lycaon.

“N-now what?” she asked.

Lycaon slipped on the black gloves he’d kept in his pocket. He’d filed his nails as short as he could go, so hopefully they won’t pierce.

He used two of his own fingers to spread Anby, watching her look at herself in the mirror. Their eyes met and Lycaon held her gaze.

“I’m sure you know all the biological parts and functions,” he said. He stroked a finger up and down her folds. “What exactly stops you from coming?”

“Ah, I-“ Anby’s eyes were watching his fingers. “It’s the feelings, the sensation of it. I’d never felt them before and I get too- ah, nervous.”

“Scared?” he asked. 

She nodded. Her eyes closed tight then opened again, looking at his face and his hands. Lycaon felt her flutter beneath his touch. He added another finger to explore. 

“How do you feel now, Miss Anby?”

“Comfortable. You’re so warm.”

His tail made an audible thump thump against the bed. “Perfect, exactly what I want to hear.”

With two fingers stroking her, Anby felt the exact opposite of the stoic soldier that first came into his room. With each brush against her clit, she let out sweeter and louder gasps and groans. Lycaon noticed every shift in her body, every muscle pressed against his own. 

When Anby met his gaze again in the mirror, Lycaon paused his hands. She was so wet, he could easily-

“Your list mentioned the g-spot, correct?”

Anby bit her lips and only nodded. 

“Can I show you?” he asked. “Are you ready?”

She nodded again. 

His tail wagged ecstatically. He fished out the small bottle of lube he kept in his pocket for easy access and poured liberally over his slicked gloved hand. 

“I’ll just use one finger for your first time. Not everyone can come from g-spot stimulation alone, but of course, one can never know unless they try. Feel the sensations. Tell me if you like it.”

He could feel the steady rise and fall of her breaths. Her voice was as quiet as a mouse’s when she finally said, “Okay.”

It took a few gentle slips with the tip of his middle finger to feel comfortable going inside her. His other hand wrapped around her chest. Her hands gripped his arms. 

With the mix of her slick and his lube, it was easier to slide inside than he thought. She was hot like a coal fire and so so soft.

“I’m inside. How are you feeling, Miss Anby?” he asked. He was past his first knuckle, but his hands were larger than an average human’s. Lycaon was a wolf Thiren after all.

“I’m- It’s weird,” she said, readjusting herself in his arms. “I’ve put one finger in before, but this is different.”

“My hands are bigger. It’s alright if this is too much.”

”No, I think I can take more.” Anby looked at him in the mirror. “I can.”

”I’ll go slow, Miss Anby.” 

With more lube for extra precaution, Lycaon slid in deeper. Aside from quick peeks to check Anby’s expressions, Lycaon couldn’t let himself look in the mirror any longer than that. The slow unraveling, the edging he was doing to himself, the journey of Anby’s pleasure—it was making a deep, primal part of himself stir like a predator that’d been trapped in a prison and was hungry to break free. 

If Lycaon were less restrained, he would’ve bared his teeth. 

Before he knew it, his whole finger was inside her. 

“Miss Anby?” 

“Ahh, Lycaon.” Her head was pressed against his shoulder, her voice gravelly. “This feels so good.”

He moved his hand in and out, searching for the spot that would make her curl. Finally, he found it and pressed against it with the pad of his finger. 

“ Aah! ” Anby’s jerked so hard, Lycaon was afraid she would fall. He held her tighter. 

“Miss Anby-“

”Keep going.” 

Lycaon let himself study her reactions in the mirror. Pink-bitten bottom lip, flushed face, toes curling and flexing—it was always how his partners looked that did it for him. He didn’t need to get off to feel satisfaction. 

Lycaon gradually sped up his hand, pumping against her spot, grinding his palm when he was fully inside. As if by instinct or practice, Anby rubbed two fingers over her clit. Her other hand was back on her breast. 

“Lycaon, Lycaon.” Anby opened her eyes and locked with Lycaon’s in the mirror. 

The thick scent of her arousal made him feel as if he was a bit drunk. “What is it, Miss Anby?” he asked. 

“How do I come? Tell me?” Anby asked. Her voice bled with insistence. “Please, Lycaon?”

Their gazes held in a suspended moment in the mirror—her golden eyes framed by her pale, wet lashes and his only eye narrowed like the fine point of a needle. 

“Touch yourself faster,” he said. He brought his finger down alongside hers on her clit. With all the foreplay, the simulations, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen someone more wet and soft than Anby in this moment. 

Lycaon guided Anby’s fingers. She was so slippery, the sounds were immaculate. “You feel it building up inside you, you feel its height, let go.”

Anby didn’t reply, she had no words now. She could only experience what was being given to her. 

With the loudest gasp, her back arched and she squirted a thin stream. A few droplets dripped onto the mirror. Lycaon watched with astonishment as Anby twitched and writhed in his arms. 

“Miss Anby, that was amazing,” he finally said when she finished.

Her chest breathed up and down, heaving gulps of air as she slowly came back to herself. “What...”

“You’re a squirter,” he said, rubbing her thighs. They must’ve been aching from being held up so long. “Not many people can do that. Especially for their first time.”

Lycaon peeled off his gloves. Anby lay completely boneless against him. 

After a while, Anby said, “Sorry about the mirror.”

Lycaon chuckled. “Please don’t worry about it, Miss Anby. How did your first time feel?”

She took another moment to answer, looking at herself in the mirror. “I’m not sure if I can put it into words, but it was really good.”

”Then I think you’re ready. Miss Belle will be pleased.”

Anby hummed, a small smile on her lips. She brought her knees up to her chest and sighed. “If only Gentle House offered more privacy for practice,” she said.

Chapter Text

Belobog Industries knew how to take care of its employees. It came in the form of a fair PTO policy, workers’ comp, and decent wages.

It also came in the form of…

“Ahh, that’s the stuff!” Koleda sighed happily as Lycaon finished working out the tension in her back muscles with his thumbs. “Oof.”

Lycaon pressed a warm towel around her neck. “That concludes our session. I hope the experience was satisfactory?”

“Oh, Lycaon, I feel like there’s nothing you can’t do.” Koleda rubbed her face with the towel. Her skin looked dewy-fresh as if she stepped out of a spa instead of a massage chair set up in a construction site office. 

After meeting their project deadline, Belobog Industries treated their employees to free massages, courtesy of Victoria Housekeeping. Rina was taking on the particularly tough cases with the help of… her electric specialty. 

Lycaon made her promise to keep the voltage low. 

“Is that everyone?” Koleda asked Ben. He’d been working at his desk the whole time and was as quiet as a mouse despite this large size. 

“Only Grace, I think. She hasn’t left her office since yesterday,” Ben replied, pausing his abacus calculations. 

Koleda groaned. “Ugh, I told her we can take it easy, but she literally has nuts for brains.” She turned to Lycaon. “Could you check up on her? Even if it’s just a back rub in her desk chair, it would make me feel better that she didn’t miss out.” 

“Of course, Master Koleda.” 

Lycaon packed up his massage kit and foldable chair and walked to the other white trailer office on the other side of the site. This massage business of Victoria Housekeeping was picking up lots of word of mouth marketing. At this point, he was afraid he was encroaching on the business of Old Duyi’s parlor at Lumina Square. 

He knocked on the door of the office, but there was no answer. He could see a light from the slatted windows.

“Excuse my intrusion,” he said as he turned the knob. 

The trailer smelled of oil and metal. An electric generator thrummed like a swarm of wasps. Surrounded by mechanical parts, Grace didn’t look up from her laptop in front of her. 

“Miss Grace?” Lycaon cleared his throat. “Master Koleda asked me to check if you’d like to participate in the workplace relaxation service today.”

Grace might as well have been wearing noise-canceling headphones with how focused she looked. She was typing lines of code at breakneck speed. Bizarrely, she didn’t have any shoes on. 

Lycaon came up to her desk and cleared his throat. “Miss Grace?”

Grace jerked out of her trance to look up at him. Her eyes did a once-over, then again. 

She smiled. “Well, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes!”

Lycaon relaxed. “I’m glad to hear-”

“These are some magnificent beauties.” Her fingers grazed the metal plating of his mechanical legs, her eyes studying them like a mad artist. “Very well-maintained. Is this a frost-core engine? You don’t see that every day!” 

When her fingers pressed a little hard against his kneecap joint, Lycaon jerked. She looked up and finally seemed to realize that there was someone actually attached to the legs in her office. 

“Oh, hello, I didn’t see you there,” she said, sitting up in her swirly chair. “And you are?”

“I’m Von Lycaon from Victoria Housekeeping. I’m providing massage services at the workplace today.” 

“Hmm…” Her eyes kept looking back down to his legs. Lycaon didn’t have much interaction with Miss Grace Howard on previous Belobog site trips and it was beginning to look clear as to why. 

“Master Koleda insisted everyone get something to celebrate the meeting the last deadline,” Lycaon continued. “I can perform a short massage while you work if you prefer.” 

“Hmm, alright! If Sweet Pea insists. I’m usually the one giving my babies massages.” Grace kicked back in her chair, one bare foot over her knee. Lycaon instinctually figured that “babies” didn’t refer to any living beings. 

“Excellent, Miss Grace. Is there a particular spot that ails you?” Lycaon asked, putting down his kit and chair. 

“My feet are always killing me.” Grace turned her chair to stretch her legs out towards him. She looked like she was going to say something else, but her voice trailed off and her eyes wandered back towards her laptop at the lines of code. 

Well, not all customers were made the same. It’s not as if Grace requested his services herself. It was only at the prompting of her boss that she indulged in this.

Lycaon knelt by her chair and took her foot to prop up against his knee. Grace made no acknowledgement, she was already typing. 

For someone who worked on a construction site, Grace’s feet were quite well-maintained. Other than some dry skin on her heel, she had no blisters and her nails were trimmed. Lycaon rolled up the hem of her black pants as far as they could go and rubbed a dollop of massage oil onto his hands to warm it up. 

It was quiet as Lycaon did his job, working out the kinks in her calf, stretching her ankle, following the lines of her soles. There was only the sound of Grace’s nonstop typing and the typical work zone noises. 

It only was because it was so quiet that Lycaon’s ears perked up when the typing stopped. 

He looked up at her and she was looking down at him, her hand propped against her cheek as if she were bored. 

The big toe of her other foot traced a line against his knee that was propped up. “What kind of alloy is this baby made of?” she asked. 

“They’re actually made with multiple alloys,” Lycaon replied. The nugget of awkwardness in his stomach dissipated. Finally, Miss Grace was opening up to him. 

She asked questions about his legs, such as power sources, how the energy is converted for combat–it was less of a conversation and more of a question-and-answer. Lycaon was grateful that he didn’t have to get into personal history. It was obvious Grace didn’t care why he had to get mechanical legs in the first place. 

All the while, Grace would use her other foot to press against his leg, pointing at areas she was interested in. It didn’t bother him at first, until she hit a nerve. 

Well, not the figurative nerve as in his temper, Grace somehow found the parts of his leg that still sent sensations through his real body. 

“I disassemble them before bed,” Lycaon was answering a question about maintenance. “and always check for- ah .”

Grace’s foot had wandered right where metal met flesh at the top of his knee, sending up a sharp zing up his spine. Her eyebrows raised. 

“The mechanics are connected neurologically?”

“Yes- ah .” Her foot explored under his knee. He wasn’t wearing as much combat gear today, so he was more vulnerable. It felt embarrassing, but Grace’s expression was unreadable. He felt more like a specimen–part of him wanted to leave, but he was duty-bound to complete the service. 

Clearing his throat, Lycaon changed the subject. “May I have your other foot, Miss Grace?” he asked. 

With a hum, Grace switched feet and Lycaon tried to focus on the task at hand. The feeling of having the space between his mechanical and his flesh was still ringing in his body like an echo. 

Grace’s curiosity was palpable, however, her now free foot dangling close to his leg. It was now the anticipation that her foot would be back on him that made Lycaon feel warm in the pit of his stomach. 

Her foot glided along the inside of his thigh, trailing down and down until she pressed her toes against the growing bulge in his pants. 

“I see…” she mused, not really looking at him. She rubbed the balls of her foot up and down his shaft. His nerves were electric. Lycaon bit back his groan. It felt different, sharper than usual. He couldn’t stop Grace’s explorations, he didn’t want to. It was likely the simulation of his prosthesis making him feel more sensitive. 

He let out a long groan, trying to keep it under his breath, but he knew it was too late to hide it. The rush of wetness spreading from the tip of his cock felt instant. 

With one last stroke of his cock between her toes, Grace finally let him go. “I have to write this down,” she said, and went back to her laptop. 

Lycaon waited until the last vestiges of pleasures faded from his system and his biomechanic functions returned to normal. 

He resumed the massage, taking the foot that just got him off into his hands. “As you will, Miss Grace.”

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There was a party in Cheesetopia. For no particular reason, the people of Blazewood decided tonight was the night to gather and wind down. Piles of food flowed from the kitchens, arranged deliciously on every plate, all quickly devoured. The drinks seemed endless, thanks mostly to Burnice of the Sons of Calydon. 

Her eyes scanned the diner, seeking anyone who didn’t have an age-appropriate drink in their hand. She locked onto the vest-clad wolf Thiren on the far side of the diner. 

Lycaon was off the clock, sitting on a bench and simply taking in the sight. His mission at Blazewood wrapped up earlier that day, scouting in the nearby Hollow and taking out the rogue gangs there. Being in the Outer Ring for the first time in a long time, he was relieved that the Sons of Calydon welcomed him with open arms. Perhaps it was also thanks in some part to having the Phaethon siblings as mutual friends. 

Burnice slid up to him on the bench. She shed her jacket earlier working up a sweat while serving drinks. Now that the sun was down, the desert chill was coming in and gooseflesh prickled her skin. 

“Mr. Lycaon, have you tried my latest batch of Nitro-Fuel?” she asked, handing him a cup from the bar. “It’s a more mellow brew than my usual. 

“Ah, Miss White.” Lycaon took the cup. “Thank you.”

“Aw, let’s not be so formal after work.” Burnice pressed herself against Lycaon’s side. “Call me Burnice.”

Lycaon smiled. Burnice assisted him during the Hollow mission today. She was a capable and exuberant fighter. Plus, her body was warm pressed against his. 

“Drink up, drink up!” she insisted. “Tell me how it tastes.”

The Nitro-Fuel didn’t smell suspicious, despite being a homemade brew. Lycaon honestly never had it before, not even the store-bought kind. He took a sip. 

“It’s quite sweet,” he said, licking his lips. “With a little bitterness at the end. Quite refreshing.” 

“Cheers to that!” Burnice somehow conjured another cup in her hand and tapped it against Lycaon’s. Her arm interlinked with his as she gulped her drink down. 

“Buuuurnice! Lycaooon!” Another body bumped against Lycaon’s other side. Caesar King, Overlord of the Motor League, possibly the most powerful person in all of the Outer Ring, was drunk. Her cheeks were bright red and her limbs were loose as she waved her luckily empty cup around. Her shoulders were also bare without her jacket. Lycaon pointedly forced his eyes away from how much her breasts pressed against him. 

“Caesaaar.” Burnice leaned over Lycaon to get close to her. “How many cups have you had? I made this brew for you!”

“Hmm,” Caesar hemmed as she lay her cheek against Lycaon’s shoulder. “Two?”

“You lightweight.” Burnice downed the rest of her cup. 

Caesar looked up at Lycaon. “Lycaon, Lycaon. You were so cool today during the mission. Like, boom boom boom , then slam! Your strength is amazing!”

“Thank you for your praise, Master King.” Lycaon brimmed from the praise. Caesar was such an earnest person and being tipsy with Burnice’s concoction simply turned her honesty up to eleven. 

The two women snuggled up closer to him. Lycacon tried not to react too much, only keeping his focus on his drink. 

Burnice, however, made it increasingly difficult. Chatting about everything and nothing, she crossed and uncrossed her legs, drawing attention to them and the strip of exposed skin between her skirt and her leather stockings. 

Caesar also, whether on purpose or not, would squeeze then loosen herself against Lycaon’s side, her arms wrapped around him in a half-hug. Her breasts, frankly huge, were hard to ignore. 

The party around them gradually died down. Piper and Lucy said their goodbyes outside while Burnice and Caesar gave theirs from beside Lycaon. Little boars dressed in biker gear cleaned up the mess around the diner. 

Lycaon shifted in his seat a little to make his intention known without knocking Burnice and Caesar over. “I can assist the cleanup-” 

Burnice wrapped her arms around Lycaon like a vice. “The little bros can take care of it.” Her eyes were bright with something like mischief.

Caesar, feeling the Nitro-Fuel haze lifting, also didn’t want to let Lycaon go. “My room is on the upper floor.”

Burnice smiled and asked, “Why don’t you come in for a nightcap, Mr. Lycaon?” 

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“ Ah! Yes, yes, yes!” Caesar cried out, bouncing on Lycaon’s face. 

“How does a wolf tongue feel, Caesar?” Burnice teased her nipples relentlessly from behind while moving her hips in circles, stuffed with Lycaon’s cock. 

Lycaon simply lay on Caesar’s bed and took the two women, delving his tongue as deep into Caesar as he could go. His hands wrapped around her muscular thighs to try to keep her in place around his face. It was difficult due to her strength.

And her enthusiasm. 

Lycaon couldn’t quite recall how he got like this after walking through Caesar’s door. Before he knew it, Burnice and Caesar stripped out of their clothes and climbed on top of him on Caesar’s bed, pausing only to take his cock out of his pants. He didn’t complain. The image of Caesar King sitting on his face with her nipples teased from behind was an image worth cherishing.

Caesar held one hand up against the wall and the other wrapped over Burnice’s for leverage, moving her hips up and down for the most friction against Lycaon’s tongue. It was the longest and widest she’d ever had and it was becoming addicting. 

“Does he eat you out better than me?” Burnice asked, hooking her chin over Caesar’s shoulder, watching Lycaon’s mouth working against her pussy. He was being well and truly face-fucked by the Overlord of the Motor League and he could only take it.

“ Ah, ah, ah …” Caesar could only gasp in response. Burnice licked the shell of her ear, which she knew as one of her weak spots. 

“You’re such a horny slut.” She reached for Caesar’s pussy and found her clit. “But that’s what I love about you.”

Caesar all but screamed when Burnice rubbed her clit, her orgasm coming in waves that made her body shudder. 

Lycaon tasted her as her pussy softened against his tongue, licking her through the aftershocks and patting her thighs around his face. 

Caesar lay boneless against Burnice as her orgasm subsided. She helped maneuver Caesar off Lycaon’s face and onto his chest. 

Burnice locked eyes with Lycaon. “You up for another round, big bad wolf?”

Lycaon swore her eyes must be made of the same sparks of lit fuel. He nodded. “I can do it.”

Burnice lifted her leg and slid off of Lycaon’s cock, still hard and wet. She moved Caesar down to sit on Lycaon’s hips while taking her place on his face. This time, Lycaon only saw the expanse of Burnice’s back, her skin fair despite the desert sun of the Outer Ring, but he could make out burn scars and red marks where her leather dug into her skin. 

“Caesar, can you fit Lycaon’s cock inside you?” Burnice asked. 

Caesar looked beautiful, flushed red from ears to chest. She bit her lip as she shifted her legs and hips to hover right above Lycaon’s cock, weeping at the tip with precum. She was nervous for sure, but also very very excited. 

She let out a long, melodious moan as she lowered onto his cock, feeling every inch of him inside her. The stretch was like a burn until it simmered into a pleasure that lit into her very core. 

Burnice caressed her cheeks and neck. “Move for me. I wanna see you.” 

Caesar bit her lip as she lifted herself then lowered again slowly, getting used to Lycaon’s size. Her skin was sweaty and hot. Burnice’s grin, her unfaltering attention, made her feel like she was melting under the desert sun at high noon. 

Burnice turned her neck to catch Lycaon’s gaze under her. “If you can make me cum, I’ll let you play with my boobs if you want. Caesar’s boobs are mine.”

Lycaon wasn’t such a proud man not to admit Burnice’s breasts were spectacular, as well as her plump thighs. He grabbed onto Burnice’s soft ass and lifted his mouth to her, caressing her pussy with his tongue. Burnice gasped.

“ Oh, oh, ” Burnice whimpered. “ I get it. ” 

She planted herself fully into Lycaon’s kneading hands. He must have had so much experience. It was crazy how good his tongue was inside her. 

Burnice’s own hands found their place back on Caesar’s breasts, bouncing with her thrusts. She gave one nipple a long, luxurious kiss. 

Caesar threw her head back and moaned. “Burnice!” Her pace picked up. Her fingers carded in Burnice’s hair, nearly loose out of their pigtails. 

Burnice’s own tongue was tracing circles around Caesar’s nipple, then the other. If Burnice believed in a higher power, she would thank them for Caesar’s glorious tits. And for Lycaon’s masterful tongue. 

The womens’ hands wandered all over each other, tracing familiar pathways. Their lips met in a messy kiss, all tongue and spit. Their teeth nearly knocked, considering their current occupations between their legs. Caesar loved to kiss, Burnice loved how passionate she was, even while there was a thick wolf cock inside her. 

A thin thread of spit broke when they pulled apart. “Are you close?” Burnice asked. 

Caesar nodded. “Y-yeah.”

Burnice was feeling it too now. Lycaon’s tongue was working nonstop the entire time, never tiring like a full-fueled engine. She wanted to come at the same time as Caesar. Her two fingers found her pussy, feeling the joining of Caesar and Lycaon pumping in and out of her. 

Her fingers rubbed her swollen clit. “Come for me, Caesar? Come for me on this big wolf cock?”

“Yeah, yeah ,” Caesar gasped. 

“Can the big wolf cum inside you? Can he knot?” Burnice asked. She felt Lycaon’s hands twitch on her hips. 

“Yes, yes !” 

Burnice’s eyes met Lycaon’s. He gave the smallest nod he could, then thrust his hips up.

Caesar screamed again, her down thrusts met at the middle with Lycaon’s, causing his cock to feel bigger and deeper inside her–his knot. She clutched onto Burnice, gasping in her ear as her fingers worked her clit. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, ah -” 

Caesar’s whole body shook from her second orgasm of the night. Her throat went dry from her gasps as white spend spilled out of her pussy, Lycaon’s knot unable to hold it all in. 

Burnice also closed her eyes to let her orgasm wash over her. Caesar slumped onto her, boneless and pliant. She petted her hair. “How was it, Caesar?” Burnice was also breathing heavily, the sweat on her skin mixing with Caesar’s.

She mumbled. “So good, so good.” 

They all took a few moments to breathe, to bask in the afterglow. When Lycaon’s knot deflated enough, Caesar used her remaining strength to lift herself off of his cock. Even growing soft, he was still big and so much cum dripped out of her. 

She lay on the other side of the bed to rest, breathing deeply. Burnice turned herself atop Lycaon to look at him. His maw was wet with their slick. She loved the voracious glint in his ruby-red eye. 

She played with the buttons on his black vest. “So, how long are wolf refractory periods?”

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Lycaon considered himself to be strong. It wasn’t bragging or dishonesty. He knew his abilities and it was in his nature as a wolf Thiren. It was a strength that was whetted against the hardships of his past and polished with his time as a dedicated butler. 

Wolves and butlers could handle nearly anything. However, what Lycaon got himself into was a test of strength he should’ve anticipated for. 

Ben Bigger lived up to his name in more ways than one. That was his nature as a bear Thiren. 

“Are you alright?” Ben asked a quivering Lycaon, bent over his desk. 

“Yes.” It was hard to concentrate on keeping his voice steady when there was a giant bear cock stuffed in his ass. 

Bear mating season was usually a matter of little fanfare–pairs go at it once then they’re done. Unfortunately, some bears, in this case bear Thirens, could be the odd one out and the urge couldn’t be alleviated by oneself. 

Ben actually called him, a welcome change from all the texting Lycaon’s been doing. 

“I’m sorry, Lycaon,” Ben said, his voice sounding deep even through the phone speaker, “I would usually have another bear Thiren to partner with, but everyone else has paired up for the season.”

“Please think nothing of it, Mr. Bigger,” Lycaon replied. Ben seemed uncomfortable being called “Master Bigger” and Lycaon couldn’t simply let go of propriety, so they settled on “Mr. Bigger.” 

Now Lycaon was pinned beneath him, all words lost in his throat as Ben pushed deeper and deeper into him. Since they were approaching another project deadline, Ben found little time away from his desk. Lycaon offered to meet him there. 

Now the desk served as an anchor. Lycaon clutched onto its wooden edges for dear life. Ben’s thick cock dragged against his prostate like slow, wonderful torture. 

A myriad of emotions swirled in Lycaon’s gut–he didn’t know if he should feel mortified or humiliated. The way he was raised, it was shameful to be the one to bare your neck without a fight. He still preferred to be the dominant, but whenever he found himself bottoming, he couldn’t help the familiar pleasure welling inside him. 

Ben also couldn’t seem to contain himself any longer, his short pants becoming groans and growls as he pressed into Lycaon’s hole then pulled out, just keeping the head of his cock inside before thrusting back in. It was controlled, measured–exactly what one would expect from Belobog Industries’ Head of Finance. 

“Mr. Bigger, you can- ugh- you can go faster,” Lycaon managed to say between thrusts. Drool pooled in his mouth and dripped onto the wood tabletop. 

Ben only growled, teeth no doubt bared. Lycaon felt his huge paw pressed between his shoulder blades, keeping him trapped against the desk. With his other hand, Ben lifted his knee, making him feel his cock in a new angle.

Then, he thrusted hard.

His loud gasp felt punched out from this throat. Lycaon couldn’t stop the sounds he made as Ben’s cock reached deeper into him than before–perhaps the deepest he had ever taken it. His own cock leaked onto the desk, reddened with a need for release that the friction alone couldn’t satisfy. With his chest and leg pinned, Lycaon couldn’t reach down to touch himself. He could only take what Ben gave him. 

His mind turned into a white-hot bliss. Ah, he thought, I almost forgot how it felt like this. 

Ben pressed his nose against Lycaon’s neck, causing a violent shiver to run down his back. He felt his ears press flat, his tail curled. He was frozen, like prey, but was too far gone to care. There was only the pleasure of being filled to the brim and the scent of sex permeating the air. 

One more hard thrust punched the breath out of him, the next brought him over the edge, untouched, spilling onto the wood tabletop. Lycaon’s toes curled in his shoes, his eyes shut tight. He must’ve looked debauched, no way for a butler to look, but he was rippling with too much pleasure to care. 

Ben let out a deep growl, almost a roar, and made Lycaon’s fur stand on end. One last thrust and Ben released inside him. Hot cum reached impossibly deep inside him. There was so much, it felt neverending. All of Ben’s pent-up need filled Lycaon to the brim. 

He couldn’t hold back his voice as Ben gingerly pulled out and felt the warmth drip down the back of his thighs.

“Excuse me.” Ben’s voice sounded rough. Lycaon didn’t have the energy to move. He heard a rustle, a drawer opening and closing. Then, he felt a wet towel clean him up. His sore muscles loosened with relief, Lycaon wouldn’t be surprised if he felt bruises tomorrow.

“What that… good for you?” Ben asked, after helping Lycaon readjust his clothes to look presentable. 

“It was an eye-opening experience,” Lycaon replied, considering his words. His voice was also a bit hoarse. “Certainly, not an unpleasant one.”

Ben smiled, a complete opposite from the growling primal animal that was on top of him earlier. He pulled out a thermos and poured Lycaon a cup of tea. “That’s excellent,” he said. “Then, would it be alright to call you next year? If I need help again?”

Lycaon smiled in return, accepting the warm tea. “I’d be delighted.”

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Oh no.

Lycaon knelt some distance in front of Seth, visibly panting. The Ethereal, its armor shattered, aimed its weapon at him, flashing with green-and-violet energy. Seth’s feet were already moving, even as he willed Lycaon to move, get out of the way. But his prosthetics weren’t cooperating. They’d been fighting too long. 

Seth’s heart pumped hard in his chest as he held up his shield to protect his friend. “I got it!” 

And the weapon fired. 

His muscles screamed from the blast. Thrown through the air, Seth felt himself slam into another body. Lycaon?

Everything ached when they landed hard on the ground, the wind knocked out of Seth’s lungs. He coughed from the dust and debris. The Ethereal roared. In his blurred vision, Seth could make out Qingyi taking advantage of the monster’s opening. 

Suddenly, he felt large hands grab his tail. Sensations zipped up his spine like he never felt before, mixing with the adrenaline. 

“Ah!” he gasped.  

“Oh, Officer Lowell, I’m so sorry.” Lycaon removed his hands. Since Seth landed on top of him, his tail must’ve got in his face. 

Seth felt a flush creep up his cheeks. He didn’t remember the last time someone touched his tail like that. And he definitely didn’t remember letting out an embarrassing sound like that. “Ah, no, it’s okay-”

Seth rolled off of Lycaon, rubbing his lower back from the lingering feeling. Perhaps, Lycaon accidentally grabbed too hard. It wasn’t polite to touch certain places without permission, such as whiskers and tails. But, this was a battle, Seth reasoned, anything could happen. 

Qingyi walked up to them, not a hair out of place. Her weapon crackled with blue electricity and the Ethereal lay disintegrating behind her. 

“Seth, while it’s excellent teamwork to defend your comrades, please be sure not to put yourself at risk too,” she said. “There are still criminals to catch.” 

“Yes, shijie,” Seth said, dusting off his clothes. He shoved his feelings to the side and refocused on the mission: to catch the thugs hiding out deeper in the Hollow. 

Qingyi puffed her chest with pride at the address, then turned to Lycaon. “Are you okay, Mr. Lycaon? We can regroup if you’re injured.”

“Just a moment of overwork, Officer Qingyi. I can continue.” Lycaon stood up, the prosthetic machinery in his legs clicking and turning. 

Qingyi nodded. “Alright, then let’s go.” The three of them went through the fissure that led deeper into the Hollow.

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A surprisingly short time later, a pile of passed-out thugs lay before them while cerulean-clad PubSec officers processed the arrests. 

“All in another day’s work,” said Qingyi. “Thank you, Lycaon.”

“It’s Victoria Housekeeping’s pleasure,” he said, with a hand on his chest and a nod of his head. 

“There’s a medic here if you need looking at.” 

For some reason, Seth couldn’t help but watch Lycaon as he walked off. His wolf tail was also white and fluffy, despite rolling in the dirt. Seth never really paid attention to the differences between Thirens, but Lycaon was more lupine than Seth was feline, and was much broader and taller than he was.

His own tail twitched. 

“Seth,” Qingyi snapped him out of his reverie. “Before you go, the chief asked me to remind you of your unused PTO.”

Seth suppressed the urge to groan. He knew he should be using his PTO, but there was so much that needed to be done! “Shijie, how-”

“-can I stand by while there are still criminals on the loose every day?” She chuckled, looking smug. “Typical, just like Zhu Yuan.” Qingyi put her hands on her hips. “Seth, you respect the law, correct?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then, that respect should also extend to PubSec’s own officer policy. You know very well the ramifications if you don’t use your days off as required per law.”

It was like getting bonked on the head like a child for misbehavior. Seth couldn’t argue with the logic or the law. 

His ears pressed flat against his head. “I understand, shijie.”

“Glad to hear! You start tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow?” Seth was hoping he’d get another day or two in, then conveniently forget about the PTO, but it seemed that Qingyi already foresaw that. 

“I’ll let the chief know. I’ve also detected a body temperature increase in you. I’ll just tell everyone you’re sick and then you can catch up on using that PTO.” Qingyi received a ping in her internal comms. “I gotta go. If I see you at work tomorrow, I’m telling Zhu Yuan!” 

She bound off with Bangboo Officer Cui waddling behind her. Seth sighed. Even if Zhu Yuan was also guilty of not using her PTO, she would still give him a scolding and that was the last thing he wanted. 

As he was depositing his gear in the back of a PubSec cruiser to drop off at the precinct, he heard metal footsteps. It was Lycaon, looking more tidied up and his posture was ramrod straight like he was never injured in the first place. Seth internally shivered at the still-lingering memory of his touch. Was this some sort of Thiren instinct that made him fearful of Lycaon?

It was just an accident, Seth reminded himself. He was just a little sensitive and the feeling will pass soon.

“Officer Lowell,” Lycaon greeted Seth with a bow of his head. “I wanted to apologize again for my blunder in etiquette earlier.”

Seth held his hands up. “Don’t worry about it! I fell on top of you. It couldn’t be helped.”

Lycaon smiled and Seth felt a flutter in his chest. Standing in front of each other, he was now keenly aware of the height Lycaon had on him. 

“Regardless, I’d like to offer you this.” He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to Seth with both hands. It had a soft texture, with swirling black script printed on cream-white paper. It read: “Victoria Housekeeping Co’s Relaxation Services,” plus a phone number and an address. On the back were a bunch of offered packages such as massage and nail care. 

“We offer special packages for Thiren individuals. I’d be happy to offer a private service to you, courtesy of Victoria Housekeeping.”

Seth took a moment to process. “Wait, you mean, for free? I couldn’t really-”

Lycaon shook his head, the polite, patient smile still on his face. “Please think of it as gratitude for your service as a Public Security officer. I insist.”

He tried to weigh the options in his mind. He’d never done a Thiren spa day before. His mother went to other Thiren-owned businesses when he was younger, but what did a private one look like? It would be incredibly fancy, no doubt. 

Seth rubbed the back of his head as he thought about it. In the end, it would be rude to decline and… well, he had nothing else planned for a while since he was banned from working. 

“Alright, if you insist. Actually, Qingyi-shijie forced me to start using my PTO right away.” There was a warm flush creeping up his neck under his uniform. Maybe Qingyi was right about him getting sick. 

“I can schedule you in for tomorrow if that’s not too soon,” Lycaon said. 

If he was getting sick, maybe relaxation will help him beat it sooner. Seth smiled. “Okay! Count me in. Thanks, Lycaon.”

They set a time and parted ways. As he drove back to the precinct, Seth realized, possibly for the first time since he signed up to be a PubSec officer, that he was looking forward to a day off. 

++++

“Welcome, Officer Lowell, I’m glad you’re here.” Lycaon held open the door of Victoria Housekeeping. 

“Please, just Seth is fine. Since I’m off-duty.” Seth smiled, though he was a bundle of nerves on the inside. Wearing civilian clothes for the first time in what felt like forever was weird. Plus, his body was warmer when he woke up that morning. 

Qingyi was probably right, maybe he was getting sick. He considered canceling the appointment, but determination to beat the sickness was stronger. If he was less sick, he could come back to work sooner. 

As Seth entered, he caught Lycaon’s scent–it was clean like fresh polish, but with an underlying depth of musk and leather. It was surprisingly pleasant. 

They walked to a large room that Seth figured must be their decked-out spa—a wide, round bathtub inlaid in the floor, a pair of comfortable massage beds, plus a wooden door that Seth figured must be some sort of sauna. The tub was already full of steaming, opaque water—its fragrance was nice without being overpowering, which was perfect for Thiren sensibilities. 

Lycaon handed him a folded up robe, plus a stack of fluffy, white towels. “Please use the tub at your leisure. I’ll come back in a few minutes.”

Seth swallowed. This wasn’t different from the PubSec locker and shower rooms in theory–changing and washing–but having someone wait on him felt a bit exposing. 

Lycaon left and Seth waited until he heard the door click to take off his clothes. He even made an effort to fold them nicely. The temperature of the water was just the right level of hot without being scalding. 

As he sat in the tub, Seth tried to relax. While there was some calming music playing softly over some hidden speakers, this was the quietest and slowest he’d ever been since he joined Public Security. Some part of Seth still wanted to leap out of the tub and run to the precinct. There were still patrols to undertake, paperwork to finish, missions to get briefed on. 

But the memory of Qingyi’s words yesterday rang loud in his mind. He had to follow PubSec’s rules if he wanted to stay in PubSec—simple as that. 

He gradually loosened the tension in his body in the warm water. There was a floral scent, though Seth didn’t know his flowers well enough to guess what it was exactly. He closed his eyes. 

“Are you doing well, Sir Seth?”

Seth jerked awake. Lycaon’s hand was on his shoulder. How long was he sleeping?

”Oh, yes, I’m okay!” Seth was about to stand until he remembered he was naked under the cloudy water. 

Lycaon smiled. “You must’ve been working very hard. I would’ve let you rest, but you’ll overheat in the water.” 

Seth couldn’t quite place the thing about Lycaon’s smile that made him feel off-kilter, that made him keenly aware of his own heartbeat. Seth broke away first from Lycaon’s red-eyed gaze.

Lycaon left again to give Seth some privacy to dry off and put on his robe. He soon returned with a basket of various bottles, sprays, and brushes. 

“Sir Seth.” Lycaon leveled his gaze again at Seth. “The package typically includes tail grooming, if you wish.” 

A zing went up Seth’s spine. What was up with him today? He’d never felt unsure before. 

“Okay, sure, that’s fine,” he said. If it was having his tail touched, then that was something he needed desensitizing for. It would be a grave weakness for a Thiren officer to have and easy for a criminal to exploit. 

“I’m glad to hear. Remember, you can pause the service at any time.” Lycaon sat on one of the massage beds and placed a towel over his legs. “You can sit next to me and place your tail on my lap.”

Seth did as told. The massage bed was large enough to probably fit a bear Thiren. He had to sit facing away from Lycaon to place his damp tail on his lap. 

The tingling sensation was back as Seth felt Lycaon’s fingers comb through the fur on his tail. He wanted to squirm, to bounce his knee, but he resisted. 

“You have a lovely fur texture, Sir Seth,” Lycaon commented as he sprayed something fragrant onto his tail, then picked up a brush. “It must be difficult to keep up with your job.”

“Oh, thank you. I mean, I don’t do much.” Seth’s toes curled from the motion of the brush in his tail. He’d never felt like this when he did it on his own. 

His body grew hot. He became aware of his breathing–more like panting. The feeling of the brush, gentle in Lycaon’s hands, sent shockwaves through his nerves. 

It was inevitable that Lycaon would notice. “Sir Seth? Are you feeling-”

“I’m okay. I’m fine really.” But Seth’s tone was shaky and uneven. Why was Seth feeling this way ever since Lycaon grabbed his tail? Maybe he really was getting sick and needed to go to a doctor. Was it a cold? 

“Sir Seth, you’re hard.”

What?

Seth looked down at himself and there was an unmistakable tent in the front of his robe. He immediately covered himself with his hands. 

“O-oh, this- I’m sorry-”

Seth opened and closed his mouth, completely mortified and at a loss for words. He should leave–this was completely inappropriate of a PubSec officer. He made a move to slide off the table until Lycaon’s large hand held his waist. 

“Sir Seth, please, this is nothing to be embarrassed about. We’re Thirens, it’s normal, and it shows me you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I mean, yes, but, uh-” Seth covered his face with his hands. “I’ve been feeling like this since yesterday. I thought I was sick. I should’ve canceled.”

“Since yesterday? In the Hollow?” Lycaon thought for a moment. “After I grabbed your tail?”

Seth silently nodded. This was definitely in the top five most embarrassing moments of his life alongside having to tell his mother he wet the bed when he was a kitten. He wanted to squirm away, crawl into a hole, and pretend this never happened, but Lycaon’s hand was as firm as iron around his waist. If he had both hands around him, could he encircle it completely?

Seth felt a deep blush creep up to his ears at the thought. 

“Sir Seth, forgive me for I must be blunt. When was the last time you pleasured yourself? Or been with a sexual partner?” Lycaon asked. 

”Huh? Um…” Seth’s heat-fogged mind tried to think. He didn’t masturbate often, definitely less than his peers at the training academy. When he felt the urge, of course, he would touch himself when he had the time… oh. “I guess I haven’t in a while.”

Seth was so busy as a rookie officer that he genuinely didn’t remember the last time he masturbated. There was certainly no time to get into any romantic relationships. 

Lycaon tilted Seth’s chin, forcing his eyes to look up at his face. Being encircled in his arms made Seth want to crawl out of his skin or bury himself deeper into Lycaon’s embrace. 

“Sir Seth, I want to help you. As Thirens, it’s important to listen to our bodies.” Lycaon’s voice sounded so earnest that it made Seth want to cry. Perhaps a tear did escape as Lycaon rubbed his thumb on his cheek. “It’s all up to you if you want it or not. Your choice.”

”I-“ Seth swallowed. 

The thing about Seth is that he knew he was selfish deep down. He willfully cast aside his brother’s thoughts of him and worked hard to join PubSec, even picking the Special Response Team so people wouldn’t think he was just coasting on his family connections. 

Seth wanted to bring criminals to justice, he wanted to believe people can be reformed, he wanted to work hard—no matter what anyone thought, he made his desires known. 

As Lycaon held him, Seth knew what he really wanted. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t deny himself. His other fatal flaw was that he trusted and wanted to trust. He knew, with instinct or experience or whatever to call it, that Lycaon was a good person. 

“I- I do want your help,” said Seth. “Please.”

Lycaon smiled and something like relief swelled in Seth’s chest. He maneuvered Seth so that he lay more comfortably against him, now straddling the huge massage bed—his back against Lycaon’s broad, vest-clad chest. Even with his robe on, Seth now felt naked. 

Lycaon kept one arm around Seth’s waist while the other trailed from Seth’s knee to his thigh, causing him to twitch. He stopped at the hem of Seth’s robe. 

Before Lycaon asked, Seth answered, “Yes.” 

Lycaon undid the knot of Seth’s robe, letting it fall open. Seth hissed as his erection touched the open air, painfully hard. His cockhead was more red than he’d ever seen it. 

Lycaon leaned back for a moment, rummaging in his supplies for a clear bottle. “For lubrication,” he said as he poured a fair amount onto his palm.

When Lycaon finally touched him, Seth couldn’t stop the cry that tore out of his throat. Only touched him. Not even one stroke in and he already felt like he was going to burst. 

Lycaon pumped his hand up and down, from base to tip, methodically and rhythmically. Seth could only hold onto Lycaon’s sleeves. His hips thrust minutely under Lycaon’s grip at his waist. When Lycaon chuckled, Seth felt the vibrations in his bones. 

“When I was a young Thiren like yourself, I also worked so hard that I spared no time for rest or relief. Until one day, for a whole day, every part of my body felt sensitive and itchy, overly so.” His hand around Seth’s cock was slippery and warm. He tightened ever so lightly and Seth groaned. With his eyes closed and his restrained thrusts, it was like he was fucking into Lycaon’s hand.

“Every touch sent my skin aflame. My strong scent and my anger, youthfully misguided, drove other Thirens away. Finally, my-” He swallowed.  “-my friend helped me. And we went at it, unceasingly, for the entire night and I was finally exhausted when dawn came.”

Even in his sex-hazed mind, Seth tried to picture a young Lycaon. Did “youthfully misguided” mean he wasn’t always the fancy butler like he was today? Did he always wear an eyepatch? Was he born needing prosthetics or was it an accident? 

But he fixated the most at the thought of Lycaon fucking. Fucking so much and nonstop until the sun came up. 

Were they going to do that too?

“I wish to help you now, Sir Seth.” Lycaon upped the speed of his hand. Seth’s breaths came faster and faster. His balls hurt, his muscles taut–he’d been trying to hold back, but-

“I think I’m gonna come,” he moaned. 

“Then come, Sir Seth. Don’t hold back.” Lycaon’s voice rumbled in his ear. 

At his words, Seth let go. He cried out, shuddering as his orgasm crashed like a wave throughout his body. Spurts of white cum coated Lycaon’s hand, still stroking him through it. 

It was one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever felt, but why-

“I figured once wasn’t enough. You’re a young man after all.” Lycaon took a spare towel to clean his hand. Seth’s cock still stood upright, still begging for attention. “Sir Seth, do you want to keep going?”

Keep going? Was Lycaon just going to jack him off until his dick was satisfied? It was going to fall off!

Perhaps sensing his swirling thoughts, Lycaon asked, “Have you ever done a prostate massage, Sir Seth?”

“What?”

“I mean.” Lycaon cleared his throat. “Playing with your ass?”

Seth processed the vulgar words that came out of the fancy, polite butler’s mouth. “Y-yes. A little bit.”

“Shall I do that for you?” Lycaon asked. Was it just Seth or was there an excited glint in Lycaon’s eye?

Still, the thought of being handled more by Lycaon made him excited. Seth nodded. 

“Excellent,” said Lycaon. 

The massage bed was large and sturdy. Seth trusted Lycaon as he helped him onto his hands and knees, discarding his robe along the way. And by discarding, Lycaon folded it up into a neat square before pouring more lube onto his hand.

He placed his clean hand on Seth’s ass, close to the base of his tail. Seth didn’t think when he stretched his back, arching his ass up, and purred. Purring was easy for cats, but rare for cat Thirens outside of intimate situations. 

Lycaon rubbed along his bowed spine, letting out a breath. “Tell me, Sit Seth, when was the last time you touched yourself here?” Lycaon pressed a lubed finger right at his entrance.

Seth tensed, then let out a shaky breath to try to relax. “I- I don’t remember. Maybe back in the academy?”

There was barely any privacy in the dormitories. Maybe just a handful of instances did he have any alone time. His roommates, both human and Thiren, tried to get him involved in mixer parties and bro talk, but he was always too busy training or studying. Seth’s goal to be top of the class didn’t come without sacrifices.

“You really have been working very hard, Sir Seth. Let me take care of you now,” said Lycaon, and he pressed his finger inside. 

Seth groaned, and rocked his hips to get more. Lycaon’s hand trailed up his back and pressed gently on his shoulder blades. The image must’ve looked debauched. The wolf pinning the poor cat down, his ass held up in the air with only one finger while the cat was all but silently begging for it.

Lycaon’s long finger quickly found his prostate causing Seth to groan once more and curl his toes, pressing his face into the bed. With every stroke, his voice rose higher in pitch, sounding more like kitten mewls. 

“You’re so tight,” said Lycaon, pulling his finger out to dribble more lube on. “And you have a great body.”

Seth internally beamed at the praise, but couldn’t thank him before two fingers plunged inside of him. He let out a long moan, rocking his hips back onto Lycaon’s fingers.

His cock hung between his legs, neglected and leaking with precum. Seth brought one hand down to touch himself, but he felt Lycaon’s other hand grab his wrist. 

“Let me.” Lycaon’s body was nearly flush against his, pinning Seth in with his body heat and white fur. Seth’s ears pressed flat against his head and his tail curled around Lycaon’s arm. To be honest, Seth felt overwhelmed—he never felt so helpless before, at someone else’s complete mercy. But he also knew that he was in good hands and his body screamed for friction, for release. 

Lycaon was faster this time—his fingers in his ass, hitting his prostate with every thrust, matched rhythm with his hand around Seth’s cock. Then, he inserted a third finger and he felt full.

Seth didn’t have time to give a warning before he came again. With another cry, white coated the bed beneath them. Seth’s arms gave out and he held himself up on his elbows as his mind went blank, save for the heat of Lycaon’s hands working him through his second orgasm. 

Sweat coated his skin in a thin sheen. With Lycaon pressed against his back, it was like he was in a sauna that was turned up to eleven. His muscles were sore like he was in back-to-back training sessions.

The only problem was…

“Sir Seth, you’re still hard?”

Seth covered his face with his hands once more. Even with two orgasms in a row, his cock still wasn’t satisfied. “There must be something wrong with me.”

“You have excellent stamina, a strong body, and youth on your side,” said Lycaon. “Frankly, I’m impressed.”

“Are you-? What about you?” Seth turned his head to look Lycaon in the eye. With their bodies pressed together, Seth shifted his hips against Lycaon’s. 

There it was, just as he suspected.

“I’ve come twice, but you haven’t come at all!” Seth exclaimed. The cleft of his ass rubbed against the hard-on in Lycaon’s pants. Lycaon groaned, deep and rumbling like a storm in his ribs.

“Ah, Sir Seth-“

“Do you-“ Seth couldn’t believe what he wanted to ask for. Would Lycaon really indulge him so much?

He would, he probably would, because he was good like that.

“Do you… want to put it in?” Seth asked, his hands curled against the bed.

Lycaon only looked at him for a moment. Seth tried to look serious, determined, though he figured his face must be a splotchy, teary mess. 

Finally Lycaon asked, “Have you ever taken it up the ass before?”

“I’m- I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re asking!” Seth wanted to be honest, but he didn’t want his inexperience to make Lycaon decline. He didn’t have the heart to tell him that his only non-solo sexual experience was with a girlfriend he dated briefly in secondary school before heading off to the academy. 

“I don’t want to cause any pain,” said Lycaon. 

“I know how it works. I want to do it,” said Seth. “If you want to,” he added quickly. The last thing he wanted was to make Lycaon uncomfortable. He already helped so much.

Lycaon’s gaze looked lost in thought though trained solely on Seth. Under the intensity of his stare, Seth wanted to squirm but Lycaon’s arm held fast around his waist.

Finally, Lycaon said, “It would be my pleasure.”

With another cursory cleaning of cum stains, Lycaon moved Seth again—this time, Seth lay on his side with Lycaon’s arm around his neck. 

“This won’t cause too much shaking,” said Lycaon, “hopefully.”

Seth was getting quite used to being held by Lycaon, letting him choose the positions, following his lead. It was kind of like being in basic training again.

Lycaon shed his vest and opened the fly of his pants, the zip being the loudest sound in the room. Seth couldn’t get a good look at Lycaon’s cock, but he felt it as it slapped against his ass cheek—hard and firm just like its owner. 

Seth really wanted to turn around and get a peek, but reality set in. He wanted it for sure, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous. Having Lycaon be the first to take him this way…

“Sir Seth, are you absolutely sure?” There was a slicking sound as Lycaon prepared himself by stroking lube onto his shaft. His hand once again taking Seth’s chin to force his eyes up at him.

Ah, well, there really might not be a better person to be my first than him…

“Yes, I’m sure,” said Seth. “I want you to do it.” 

With a nod, Lycaon let go of Seth’s face, holding his shoulders once more like a debauched embrace. His fingers prodded at his entrance—readying his hole. Then, with careful gentleness, Lycaon breached him with the head of his cock. 

Seth moaned at the foreign sensation. It didn’t hurt, since he was already prepared, but it was different. His own fingers were smaller, Lycaon’s was larger, but his cock was much hotter. 

Lycaon moved back and forth until he breached further into him, his breath hot against his ear. Seth was getting impatient, the itchiness under his skin begged Lycaon to go faster, but he knew he already was asking so much for Lycaon to take his ass virginity. 

Finally, after feeling as full as he possibly could feel, Seth felt Lycaon’s hips against his own. He tried to keep his breathing even. His cock twitched, aching and pleading for release, but Seth knew not yet. He shouldn’t come again before Lycaon did.

“You- you really haven’t done this before?” Lycaon asked. “You feel so good.”

Seth could only moan in response, as Lycaon already started thrusting—small thrusts at first. He clung to the arm around his neck like an anchor. With cock filling him up and Lycaon’s wolf teeth close to the back of his neck, he felt well and truly trapped, helpless under Lycaon’s attention. Tears trailed down his cheeks, but he wasn’t scared. 

Lycaon gripped under Seth’s knee, forcing it up. It made Lycaon’s cock thrust at a new angle and Seth felt it graze his prostate like an arrow hitting its mark. 

Gasps of pleasure flowed freely from his lax mouth. Seth’s mind went blank. 

He tried to take his own cock to relieve its mounting pressure, but Lycaon grabbed his wrist.

“Not yet,” said Lycaon, his voice sounding ragged. “Come like this. You can do it.”

His voice took on a more dominant tone than Seth had ever heard before. It sent an electric wave straight to his dick.

Lycaon’s thrusts sped up to the point where audible slaps echoed throughout the room as his hips snapped in and out. Seth’s prostate felt practically abused. Paired with the seemingly impossible task of coming untouched, Seth couldn’t help the words that spilled out of his mouth. 

“I- I can’t, I can’t, please,” he begged. “Lycaon, please!”

Lycaon’s hips picked up speed. Seth’s nails dug into Lycaon’s forearm. He felt something wet press at the shell of his ear—Lycaon’s nose and his hot breath.

“You can,” Lycaon murmured, impossibly loud. “You can come, you can.”

With a cock ramming his prostate like he never felt before, and strong arms holding him, Seth finally felt the peak he needed. With a wail, his cock released, spilling copious amounts of white against the black surface of the massage bed. It felt endless, prolonging in his oversensitive body.

“There you go, that’s it.” Lycaon’s encouraging words, plus his relentless thrusting, continued to tip Seth over the edge to the most intense orgasm he’d ever had in his life. 

Only truly amazing people can break a record three times in a row. 

As Seth’s high came down, he felt Lycaon’s cock leave him. He wanted to protest, his body felt empty. Didn’t he want to come inside? 

“Sir Seth.” Lycaon’s voice returned to its usual, polite timbre, though ragged. “Sir Seth.”

Seth, exhaustion creeping up on him, managed to crack open one eye. Lycaon knelt over him, his cock heavy and leaking in his hand. 

“Can I come on you?” he asked.

Seth nodded. He wanted this to be good for Lycaon too, since he came before him again. With his vision bleary from the after-effects of his orgasm, he watched Lycaon stroke himself. 

For a moment that hung suspended in time, Lycaon’s blood-red eye, dilated into a thin ring surrounded by black, raked down Seth’s body. His mouth, filled with sharp teeth, was shiny with drool and panting heavily. 

He bares his teeth, Seth thought, watching Lycaon’s face, the way he continued to stroke his cock. Is he gonna eat me?

Finally, with a long, deep groan and his eye shut closed, Lycaon released, spurting thick, white ropes of cum onto Seth’s chest. 

With his Thiren senses, sex permeated the air, mixing with the warmth of the room. Under a beast, Seth closed his eyes and wasn’t afraid. 

The sound of ruffling interrupted the silence and he felt a towel wipe the skin above his beating heart. 

“Sir Seth?” Lycaon’s rough, concerned voice sounded muffled in his exhausted brain. “Are you alright?”

”’m alright,” Seth managed to reply, “just tired.” 

“Then, I shall clean up the room. You just rest.” Something draped on top of him—his robe?

Seth was aware of Lycaon moving off of him, able to detect where he was even without his eyes open. Blindly reaching out, Seth grabbed onto Lycaon’s shirt. 

“Sir Seth?”

”Thank you,” he mumbled, “for indulging in my selfish wish.”

Lycaon took Seth’s hand in his—his wolfish size engulfing him. “We’re Thirens, Sir Seth. It is both of our natures to be selfish.” 

As sleep overtook Seth, he felt something warm brush the back of his hand. 

”Rest now, Sir Seth. And please come to me for all you desire in the future. Victoria Housekeeping will provide the service to make it happen.”