Lady Marwen's Request

"Come now, Sy, you know you can't lie." Yuying teased her sister as she slipped away from the wolf behind the tense red panda, "I know you've toyed with the idea of having the fine lord atop your back." She let her hands slip around her sister's waist and her voice had a purr on the edge as she stood behind Sying, tempting her. "You're a warrior and an equal here, what do you want, sister?"

During this exchange Lord Marwen was silent, hungry eyes taking in the more sinuous and fluid movements of Yuying as she teased her sister who seemed tense and on that edge where she might turn and clout her own kin. Then the red panda's eyes turned to him from under her short hair and she fairly growled, "I won the bout, Lord. I would name my prize."

Amused, the wolf chuckled, "And what would you take as your trophy?"

"Lay back and let me take my pleasure with an honorably dispatched opponent."

The queer request struck the wolf lord as amusing and unable to deny his interest both in curiosity and carnality he gave a nod of his head, "So be it, then. To the victor go the spoils."

Yuying gave a grin and a faint squeak of triumph over her victory against her stolid sister's reticence, then kissed Sying's neck just above the collar of her leather jacket. Lord Marwen stood from where he sat, turning to pull from the wall a mat intended for wrestling, and Yuying murmured in her sister's ear, "What ever would you do without me?"

With an acid tone softened with humor, Sying whispered, "Masturbate far more often than I have to now."

A clatter of buckle and the soft sound of a cloth sinking from thickly muscled legs gave Sying a shiver, feeling the warmth in her loins go from a banked fire to a growing roar, she could see the older wolf standing by the mat now, having divested himself of his kilt and doublet, now showing the barrel chest covered in thick grey-black fur beneath. He watched as Sying approached, still dressed, her hands on her belt.

"Well, my lady warrior, what shall you have of me?" The beastly male before her rumbled, affecting an amused air of deference as he stood near naked in the training hall. There was some softness to the man, years had added some weight to him though not a great deal. Under the thick fur was a considerable bulk of muscle and his scent was undeniably masculine. Sy looked along his chest, awkward whorls of fur here and there that hinted at scars of long healed wounds. He wasn't bashful in the least and enjoyed the gaze of the sisters.

"Yui, since you seem to be so helpful tonight, would you go find a bottle of oil. I know I smelled olive oil in here." She gave her younger half sister a swat on the ass through the dress and turned to the naked wolf. As she reached to start to loosen her belt she said with a grin, "Do make yourself comfortable, M'lord. And we'll see what qualities the warriors of your clan have to boast of?"

Yuying, annoyed at having her enjoyment interrupted, moved along the wall to from cupboard to cabinet, her dress rustling on the floor as she looked along rows of practice swords and armor. It took a few minutes as she opened cupboards and looked through shelves until she found what she was looking for. There were bottles and jars of oil and wax for treating the gear, picking up a small bottle of olive oil she turned and hurried back, inner thighs wet with the thoughts of what may be transpiring. As she returned she saw her sister, in leggings and naught else, standing over the wolf who had taken a relaxed pose on the mat. The older wolf lay on his back, arms curled behind his head. She could tell her sister approved of what she saw, the wolf's immense sheath lay already half plumped against his inner thigh and the dark grey/black coat shone in the firelight. The contours of his physique highlighted in orange light.

Lord Marwen lay in a pose of extreme relaxation, eyes taking in the taut and toned shape of the red panda who'd bested him in the ring and smiled a lupine smile, his muzzle opening and tongue lolling out. "Your sister returns, mighty warrior, what service shall you demand of the vanquished?" he asked as he removed one thick-muscled arm from behind his head and casually lay his hand to rest at the base of his swollen sheath. Sying's eyes never left the lord's face, but her sister was far more shameless in her admiration of the girth outlined by the wolf's sheath.

"Yui, since it was your suggestion, would you oil him up? And do close your mouth, you'll give him ideas."

Yuying looked up from where she'd been staring, not having actually had her mouth open as she stared, and stuck her tongue out at her sister before crouching alongside the naked beast lounging so casually on the practice mat. "Lord?" She inquired, aware that she'd best ask before taking such liberties.

"By all means, young lady, your sister's tone brooks no hesitation." Lord Marwen said eyed the less toned and somewhat more curvaceous sister crouching in her gown. "Though I shudder to think what she has in store for me."

With a huff, Yuying leaned in and let her fingers spread through the shaggy fur along the wolf's abdomen drawing furrows along his belly and thighs. She could feel the thick muscle under his shaggy fur and his potent scent made her heart shudder in her chest and a blossom of heat beneath her gut.

Sying watched as her sister crouch and leaned in, caressing the wolf. She admired the powerful male as he lay there and her hands went to unbuckle her wide belt push the leggings off and onto the cold stone floor. Soon she stood naked and stepped onto the mat. Modest, pert breasts over a toned body somewhat more muscular than might be considered proper. Her fur shone in the light of the fires. Her sister, crouching in her dress, had finally drawn her hands around the base of the wolf's sheath and begun to stroke the loose furry skin, revealing the ruddy red point of Marwen's pride. For his part Lord Marwen's eyes were closed and his tongue lolled out as he savored the caresses of the still dressed red panda. Since Yuying had yet to begin her assigned task in earnest, Sying picked up the bottle of oil and poured it across her fingers and, making a disapproving cluck with her tongue drew the attention of the wolf.

Lord Marwen's eyes opened languidly and he was greeted by the sight of the formidable shield maiden letting her long, plush, striped tail curl high up as she applied a layer of oil to the tight ring beneath. As he watched this lewd display he felt the sudden warmth of her sister drawing the point of the lupine cock into her muzzle and suckling on it.

Yuying's hands slid his sheath down along the red flesh of his cock and the wolf's sheath bunched up near the base and lightly stroked the sheath-damp skin. She had been unwilling to pass up the opportunity to lean in and drawn the narrow tip of that slender prick into her muzzle before she oiled it. It was already swelling somewhat but had not even begun to reach its full dimensions. She let it slip into her small muzzle and along her tongue smooth tongue. The taste was strong and wild and faintly metallic as she teased Lord Marwen so, his body tensing and shifting under her hands. After a few moments, the scent of olive oil penetrated her reverie and she glanced up, seeing that Sying had finished her own preparation. Reluctantly she pulled her head back and grinned up.

"Well, I won't have a chance later." Is all the excuse she made as she smiled sheepishly and took the bottle from Sy.

"I'm not complaining." Lord Marwen chimed in as he reached his large paw to stroke Yuying's firm rump through the curves of her gown. He caressed her for a moment before he said, in a more serious tone, "I must make one request, my dear ladies, I shan't tie with you. That is for Lady Marwen alone."

Mildly surprised, and perhaps relieved considering the size of the man, Sying said, "Agreed, sir." That said she allowed her long tail to curl down around her ankles as she stepped across the mat, her paws sinking into the soft padding a bit as she soon stood astride him, looming as he lay beneath her. He gazed up across the thick thighs and toned abdomen, seeing the slickness between her thighs that had made her scent so potent previously.

As he admired the view her sister removed the cork from the bottle of oil and, as carefully as she could without getting it on her dress, poured a line of the clear liquid along the wolf's long, slender shaft, feeling the rigid bone under the soft skin already grown hot from his interest. Her slender fingers worked along the curves of the red flesh, smearing the oil in as it shone in the firelight, then she let her figners find the base of his cock, hidden within his bunched sheath, and held it still and upright as the wolf lay still, mouth open and panting.

Yuying placed her hands on her knees and crouched, spreading her legs as she did so. This revealed to the wolf the matted and wet dark fur of her inner thighs and mound, ebony skin glistening with the evening's frustrations. The red panda lowered herself slowly as Sy lifted the wolf's shaft in both hands, the dark red flesh already growing thicker in time with Lord Marwen's heartbeat. There was a moment of clumsiness as Sying shifted forward and the tip probed and slipped along her oiled crease, then a groan and she felt his warm shaft press at her tight ring. The wolf lord too tensed at this and grew still, letting the sisters control what was about to happen. Hands still on her knees, Sying began to let her weight down and felt the lord's shaft open her and sheath into her body with a delicious slowness. Yuying stared, hands still holding the base of the wolf's erection. Seeing this and being so close to her sister's blatant arousal, made Yuying grind her thighs together, having long ago soaked her delicates through.

Yuying watched, hands caressing the wolf's sheath and cupping beneath his impressive balls, as her sister squatted slowly further down, easily taking the male's legnth before he had begun to swell. It was a quirk they both often enjoyed about wolves, that feeling of growth within as they grew nearer climax. Helplessly she squeezed her hips together, seeking some kind of relief from the burning in her loins.

"Can I have some fun, too, Sy?" She pleaded as she looked up at her sister's face, now a mask of concentration at the tension in her legs and the feel of being penetrated as she lowered herself down once again.

Well beyond words at this point, all Sying could do is nod and grunt an affirmative. She was naked, squatting slowly lower as she claimed Lord Marwen's shaft for her own pleasure, having won this right in the ring. She rubbed her own sodden folds enthusiastically, feeling herself tremble as her fingers caressed and stroke through her swollen flesh. Trembling, she could feel the contours of that prick entering her and soon the bulge that promised to be a vast, locking knot nudged her ring and she stopped, wolf lord as deep as he would get, and gave herself time to grow accustomed to the delicious sensation.

Lord Marwen, too, had had his eyes closed for this, growling low in the back of his throat at the heated sensation as the red panda gripped him and drew him within. A few long moments, seeing a slow rhythm start of Sying and the lord, then Yuying could take no more. The wolf's eyes came open with a start as he felt a sudden cascade of cloth around his ears. He stared up caught in the the dim shadows beneath Yuying's dress. She stood astride his head, her hands having drawn aside her underthings and revealed the dark flesh of her sex, already shining wetly in the darkness of her skirt. Having barely enough time to lick his muzzle at the sight and overwhelming scent of her, Yuying's knelt onto his muzzle and that long, flat lupine tongue.

Thus captured between the sisters and their rapacious desires, he had to struggle not to thrust into Sying each time she lowered herself onto him. His head was awash in Yuying's scent as well, trapped in that dress as Yuying ground herself on his muzzle and bucked whenever his tongue would delve into her.

In a state such as this, there was no way any of the three would be long able to hold back. Yuying, always more highly strung in such matters, was the first to shudder and cry out, thighs clamping hard at Lord Marwen's muzzle. The sudden grind and deluge the lord felt and tasted at Yuying's climax drove him as well. His knot now engorged and feeling like a massive hot coal between Sying's buttocks each time she sank down the now vastly swollen lupine erection. The sudden bucking of the wolf beneath her made her groan, adding her sounds to those of her sister's and the distant muffled growls of the wolf lapping at Yuying. She could feel a heavy fluid weight surging into her guts and quivered, fingers delving messily between her own folds. The knot pushed her buttocks apart and lay like a fist sized ember there, the rest of the lord's shaft within her swelling and pulsing with an immense flow of wolf seed. It was only as the wolf's initial peak began to ebb that she began to quake and tremble then fall forward. She landed heavily on Lord Marwen's chest as she came, bucking hard and gripping him as his shaft began to slide from her in a wash of his thin seed.

Verona discreetly led Partran and Dusk out of the ballroom, doing her best to draw as little attention as possible to their departure. Along the well lit corridors past servants they wound until the sounds of the music from the ballroom faded almost completely. Soon the trio walked along side corridors blessedly free of guests or servants. The long halls so far from the celebrations were dim with a few well spaced lamps for light and the carpet having given way to bare stone. Out to the outer wall of the keep she led them, then up a flight of stairs and to a balcony on the far side of the keep from the festivities. The tall wooden doors opened and the cool night air swept around Dusk and Partran both, making it clear how stiflingly hot the ballroom had been.

"Sir, M'lady," Verona said as she turned and bobbed a curtsy, "Lady Liana said she would be along as soon as she were able to get away without raising suspicion. I brought some wine up earlier if sir or madam would like something to drink?" She stood there, fidgeting somewhat, small webbed fingers picking at one of her tapered clawtips.

The balcony overlooked one of the gardens down below. The plants there were small, save for a few trees that had predated the castle, and even the privacy hedges were still only knee high with years left to grow until they'd provide any real privacy. The balcony itself was a small area, an arc of stone elevated a few floors up, with a plain stone balustrade that surrounded it. Wrought iron benches and a few plants in urns provided the sparse decor and a pair of lanterns hung to give the chill balcony a dim amber light.

"That would be wonderful, my dear." Partran said as he strode across the balcony, looking out and feeling the refreshing cool wind. The otter lass quickly found the wine carafe that had been secreted away and poured three cups, planning ahead for when Lady Marwen would arrive. She presented one to both Partran and Dusk before trotting to near the door to watch for anyone.

"Thank you." The tiger rumbled, taking the goblet as he gave the small maid a nod. He set the cup of wine down on the stone railing and slipped a large paw into his vest pocket. After a moment's rummaging, he withdrew a small metal container a few inches across and began to unscrew the lid. The tin came open with a faint squeaking noise and he walked towards one of the lanterns hanging on the wall to see better the contents.

Dusk watched, her own wine in her hand, and raised an eyebrow curiously as she saw the tiger's actions and could smell the faint herbal scent. "Are you sure, sir?" She asked, eyeing the tiger's actions warily.

Partran regarded the small soft cubes stuck to the bottom of the jar, seeming to be deciding which to pry free, "There won't be time for more than one attempt." He said as he paused and bit the tip of the finger of one glove and, one hand occupied holding the jar, pulled his paw free of his other glove. He handed the glove to Dusk and then extended his claw on forefinger and thumb, pulling the small gelatinous square off the bottom of the jar and popping it into his mouth. He rolled the quickly softening mass against the roof of his mouth as it melted and screwed the lid back on the jar before slipping it into his vest pocket again.

All the while the otter watched, eyes wide and curious, but she knew her place was not one to speak at the moment. She did wonder at the tiger's actions and her eyes fixated on the heavy stone that hung around his neck as, instead of merely catching the light, it began to glow with a dim light of its own. Starting as a faint crimson glow, the light within the stone was gradually replaced with a deep verdant green, soon matching the tiger's eyes. As the change finished the low glow subsided and the amulet returned to reflecting of the moon and lamplight as any other polished stone might, now a deep, summer grass green. Verona stood in silent awe as the tiger chewed faintly at whatever morsel of that strange medicine still remained.

Verona stood quietly as the tiger and the strange unicorn spoke quietly, doing her best not to listen to the conversation of her betters and standing quiet and unobtrusive by the door until her lady returned. When she felt she wasn't being observed she would steal glances at the tiger as he stood outlined in the moonlight and to her eyes there had been some kind of change that came over him and she had to shift softly and grind her thighs together at the thoughts that threatened to creep into her mind. She'd been breathless during the dance, heart thudding in her chest as she'd been swept up. Now, without that shock, something about the tiger drove her to a slow burning distraction and made her grow damp as she stood and squirmed almost imperceptibly.

To the otter it felt like forever, standing there as a heat kindled in her groin, until the door into the keep opened and the Lady Marwen stepped into the cool autumn night.

"Finally." She said with no small relief, "I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to slip away." She looked to where the two stood and grew quiet when she remembered why she was here.

"Lady Marwen." The tiger said, tipping his huge head down and giving a small bow.

"No need to stand on formality." The wolf said as she approached, her deep red gown rustling quietly in the cool night air as she strode from the closing doorway. She stood and regarded the larger male, feeling as if something had subtly changed since she'd seen him only a short time ago. He still loomed over her, towering and massive, but she had the feeling of being in a room now with a caged beast laying quiet, still exuding a predatory air. "And you're wearing the amulet, too, bold as polished brass."

The tiger turned his blunt muzzle down to regard the stone, a large gloved paw lifting it from the ruffles of his cravat to let it turn slowly at the end of its thong, "Yes. I have to keep it near, it has deleterious effects if it's too long gone from about my neck."

"And it is a dragon's blood ruby, is it not?" She considered the now verdant color of the stone compared to the deep red it had been at the reception. Her eyes turned to him as he nodded faintly.

"Yes, it is, and while I wish to know how you learned of it, I invite you to eat one of these before we discuss what you learned and, more importantly, how you learned it." The tiger drew from his pocket, once more, the small enameled metal tin that Verona had seen earlier.

Lady Marwen looked down at the small metal jar offered to her, reaching delicate fingers out to lift it from his hand, raising an eyebrow as she looked questioningly at the large feline. "What is this?" She twisted the small jar until the halves slid apart, revealing the contents. The medicinal smell made her wrinkle her nose.