Vin moved through Keep Venture, OreSeur padding along by her side. Vin was carrying a large, square metal tray under her arm. Over her shoulder she had slung a large towel.
Vin had spent most of the day with her mind occupied with an idea. An experiment of sorts. She just needed a few more things.
That morning Vin had decided not to wear underwear. The potential risk of her depravities being found out stirred something within her.
Of course it wasn't likely to happen. Her breasts were not sizable enough for the lack of brassiere to be easily noticeable. Besides, even if someone were to catch a glimpse of her stiff nipples poking at her shirt, what could ever come of it.
Still, the risk even of suspicion thrilled her.
Turning a corner, Vin headed down a set of stairs. The winding staircase led her down to the keep's sellar. Here boxes, filled with food and other resources, had been stacked along the walls. At the far end of the room she found a rack of wine bottles.
Vin searched through the rack, finding two empty bottles. She put down the things she had been carrying, living the supplies in a pile on the floor.
OreSeur sat down next to the pile as Vin continued to search around the store room.
She found a small metal funnel while rummaging around in an old box that had been left in a corner. She also picked up a spoon from a fancy set of cutlery.
"Wow, this place is really a treasure trove," Vin said. "All the things you could need."
She continued looking around for a few more minutes, but gave up as she didn't discover anything else she thought she might need. Leaving the storage cellar, Vin headed for a small workshop located on the ground floor of the keep. Here she collected a large drapery and a box of nails.
She made her way back to her room, dropping off the items she had gathered. Then she turned to OreSeur.
"Time for some reconnaissance," Vin said. "Thought we could do the regular rounds a bit earlier tonight."
She grabbed a vile of metals, throwing her mistcloak over her shoulders. She moved over to the window. OreSeur followed her as she leaped out into the city.
After returning from their patrol around the city, Vin closed her window, stowing her cloak in a coffer.
She squatted down in front of OreSeur.
"So," Vin said, slightly too eager, "OreSeur are you still…" Despite all she had done since last night, Vin still found it embarrassing to talk about.
She steeled herself, "Are you still in heat?"
OreSeur stood dumbfounded for a moment. He did not seem to have expected this.
"Mistress Vin," OreSeur said. "You do not have to pleasure me. This is my problem. I will have to take care of it."
"But…" she didn't know how to put it. "I think— I think I'm in heat too." She finally managed to blurt out what she had been thinking the whole day.
Once again OreSeur had that baffled too-human look on his kanine face.
"Is that possible?" he asked.
"I don't know," Vin said. "But I haven't been able to think about anything else ever since last night." Vin felt her body tingle once again; her cheeks redden.
"I see."
Vin's mind was racing, her body succumbed to arousal once more. Her nipples poked violently at her shirt, her sex growing wet.
"Please OreSeur, I need this. That's what all that stuff is for."
OreSeur looked over at the desk where Vin had dropped the various things she had collected over the day. He then turned back to Vin's pleading expression.
"I don't want to order you," Vin said. "But I don't know how I'm going to be able to get through this without you."
The kandra finally gave a nodd. "I was afraid what happened last night was going to make things weird. But this was not the weird I imagined.
"If this is what you want," OreSeur looked Vin in the eyes. "I will do my best, mistress."
Vin jumped up from the floor. She rushed over to the door. She picked up the drape and the packet of nails she had collected earlier. She used her pewter-strength to press them into the wall, hanging the curtain on the pins.
"It will dampen the noise a little," Vin explained, flushing.
She went over to the desk, picking up the tray. She placed it on the floor in the middle of the room.
Tugging her shirt over her head, Vin walked over to her bed, dropping the garment onto it. She pulled at the waist band, letting the trousers fall to the floor.
Vin was once agin naked infront of her kandra companion. Turning around she found him staring at her, studying her lithe form. Vin smiled.
"So," she said. "I'll start by licking it, like yesterday. But this time we do it over the tray so we don't make as much of a mess." She gestured at the platter in front of OreSeur.
"I'll do whatever you ask, mistress," OreSeur said, the tip of his penis poking out from its sheath.
Vin kneeled down in front of him, the tray situated between them.
She reached out, carefully massaging the wolfhound's furry base. She rubbed at his sack, earning a pleasured moan.
As the penis extended Vin started kissing along its shaft. The warmth on her lips made Vin's skin prickle. Her pent-up excitement was driving her anticipation to extreme heights.
Vin placed her lips around the tip, tasting its musky flavour. Slowly she let it enter her mouth, feeling the heat fill her. The intimacy of her actions made her sex flood. Liquid spilled onto the floor at her knees.
She increased her pase, letting more of OreSeur enter between her lips. Soon she was down at his base, her nose pressing once again at the wolfhound-knot.
Still she pushed on. This time, Vin was going to take him all. And she was going to do it with pride.
Vin stretched her jaw as far as it would let her. With a sloppy thump, she was fully hilted upon the hot shaft. Like the night before, she felt her airways cut off. Panic rose through her body, but Vin was determined to keep calm.
The long shaft tickled far down her throat. It was much deeper than she could reach with her fingers.
She gagged, a sloppy gurgle escaping her mouth. Still, she forced her body to accept the intruding flesh.
Vin took in the air she could manage through her nose, burning pewter to strengthen her body. As she did, she also turned on her tin, wanting to feel the full extent of her filling.
With tin active, the penis burned within her throat. She could feel it pulsating against her oesophagus. Vin basked in the moment, drinking in all the sensations filling her body.
Soon however she was forced to pull back. This, luckily, went far easier this time.
OreSeur was groaning loudly from the stimulation. His body writhed below her stimulation, his breath hurried and winded.
Vin took great delight in her work. She continued to bob her head on the wolfhound's crotch.
"Mistress!" OreSeur squiled. "I'm already close."
Vin hummed in delight at the words.
Soon enough OreSeur started twitching.
Vin pulled the tip to her lips, letting the first shot hit her tongue. It was almost enough to fill her mouth.
She then pulled off, meaning to let the rest spill down onto the tray below.
Vin was too slow however. A hot shower of semen rained down over Vin's head. White ropes landed in her hair, some of the weaker strands falling onto her forehead and nose.
Despite her attempts at controlling the flood having failed, Vin found it hard to complain. The thick, warm liquid covering her face was more arousing than anything she could imagine.
The seed filling her mouth felt creamy as she moved her toung through it. Vin revelled in the sensations of the chunky seed mixture. The taste now seemed more than adequate.
Careful not to let anything spill out, Vin swallowed the semen. She closed her eyes, savouring the feeling. As it went down her throat it stung slightly.
Opening her eyes, Vin smiled at OreSeur. "How do I look?"
"Is this... attire fashionable among the nobles, mistress?" OreSeur asked.
"Not that I know. But it feels sexy."
Vin looked down at the tray. Her cheerful reflection met her gaze from the other side of the distorting surface. Her hair was covered in semen, and there was a long rope hanging down along her nose.
A dribble of the off-white cream fell from her hair, splattering as it hit the metal.
She licked her lips, catching the taste of the seed on them.
Why do I like this so much? she thought. It came from his penis! It's vile!
Still she could not deny her feelings toward the wolfhound's musky seed. It made her body heat in a way nothing else could.
Immediately she craved more, and asked her kandra for it.
"Let me do it again," Vin requested greedily.
"I may only be a kandra, mistress," OreSeur said. "But I must say I have never heard of humans being quite so... explicit."
"Can't help it," Vin whined.
"Then I will give you what you wish," OreSeur said.
Once again the wolfhound presented her with his proudly standing phallus.
Vin was quicker to get started this time, however she did not go as far. Keeping her tongue swirling around the head, occasionally teasing the hole, she kept her hand on his shaft. Quickly pumping up and down along OreSeur's member, Vin made sure to keep him highly stimulated.
Vin let herself enjoy the sloppy work, she lifted her head from time to time, observing the effects her work had on her partner.
As the penis pulsated against her hand, vin let it slip out from her lips. She aimed him at the tray below, letting him spill onto the shiny surface. OreSeur's seed was plentiful, something the kandra seemed consistent with. The white ropes smeared across the full length of the pan, spreading wide.
Vin proudly studied the mess she had coaxed out of the kandra.
"Well, that was fun." Vin said. "Now let's get to the main course!"
With a quick turn she positioned herself on her hands and knees, just like the night before. Making sure her hips were centred over the messy platter, she beckoned the still flustered OreSeur toward her.
Despite all she had put him through, the kandra's stamina seemed as high as ever.
OreSeur straddled her, his belly pressed against Vin's back. His tip tickled at her hungry opening, right at the entrance to her rear.
"Do it," Vin whispered, the anticipation palpable in her voice.
OreSeur thrust forward. He reached in by almost half his length in the single push. Vin gave a shrill yelp as the rod was forced into her.
"More!" Vin moaned, now fully succumbed to her arousal.
OreSeur pulled back. He braced himself before driving even harder into Vin's back door. With this second pushe he reached to his base, only the knot still exposed to the air.
OreSeur puffed hotly in Vins right ear, making her squeal. She was, thanks to her tin-enhanced senses, already nearing orgasm. She just needed a final kick to go over the edge.
It came a moment later, when OreSeur pulled back out once more. His following third thrust was enough to bring Vin to her long anticipated release.
Despite her violent squeals and spasm—Vin had fully relinquished control of her body—OreSeur powered on. In fact it seemed he was pounding even harder.
The constant stimulation gave Vin a prolonged high. Like the night before her, her senses dimmed, only the pleasure coming through.
It felt to Vin as though she had been lifted from her body, observing herself from the outside. Her tiny frame, pummelled by a wolf nearly as large as she. Her desperate, breathy cries echoing in the small bedchamber. The ecstasy she had been brought to was beyond believable.
Vin's juices mixed with the wolfhound's spilled seed on the tray below.
Mind returning to her body, Vin steeled herself. Letting pewter strengthen her tired limbs, she started rocking against her partner's push, meeting his thrust with equal force. This finally pushed the knot to enter her greedy rump. A snug fit. The complete filling sensation made Vin quiver once more.
But the pleasure was even greater for OreSeur
With a growl he spilled himself, deep within Vin. He kept humping as he ejaculated, this time more than ever before.
Vin felt as if her stomach was bulging. Her core warmed to a point far beyond that which resulted from burning metals.
As OreSeur's release continued in full force, Vin worried it would soon exit the other way.
Luckily the kandra's orgasm did have an end. As he wound down he slumped down onto Vins back.
Thanks to her pewter, she was able to hold up the added weight even despite her exhaustion. Without a clear alternative, Vin stayed in place, patiently awaiting OreSeur's recovery.
And, soon enough the wolfhound was back to moving again.
He attempted to remove himself from Vin's cheeks, but the girl protested.
"No, please," Vin breathed. "Keep going."
OreSeur hesitated for a moment, but obediently followed his master's request.
Soon he was back to pumping his hips into her, his member making itself at home within Vin's welcoming buttocks.
The wolfhound's humping was rougher than before. He had realised that Vin's body could take more than he had thought. With the more violent movement a sound of wet rhythmic slapping rose within the room.
Vin's cheeks were pummelled sore by her kandra. Still, she enjoyed every moment of it.
Her rear entrance was being stretched as OreSeur came closer and closer to releasing his knot with every thrust he gave. Vin felt her hole being stretched to its limit. Finally OreSeur managed to break free, the not exiting vin fully. Just a moment later, he thrust all the way back in again.
Vin moaned loudly, the pleasure and pain mixing within her mind. She struggled to breathe as her body was overcome by the constant stimulation.
With just a few more thrusts OreSeur was back to his previous speed. The wode knot now moving easily in and out of Vin's stretching butt.
Vin was reaching new heights of pleasure as she was ridden. Her breath was constantly being forced from her lungs by the hard thrusts, making no time for recovery.
As she reached another climax, Vin full out screamed. She pressed a hand over her mouth trying to quiet her orgasmically induced wails as her thighs became drenched with her liquids.
Vin's innards clenched hard around the invading meat within her. This was enough for OreSeur. He joined Vin in orgasm, filling her with another bountiful load.
Vin revelled in her pleasures. She bit down on the hand in her mouth, trying to find an outlet for her feelings. Her head thumped with pleasured thoughts, she tasted blood. Her body was warm and flush, her nipples harder than rock.
Despite the massive amounts of semen lodged within Vin's rear, none escaped, the wolf-knot keeping it safely inside.
Vin felt her stomach protest against her filling. She felt bloated to the point of breaking.
As he came down, OreSeur once again tried to remove himself from the fleshy hole. This time, Vin let a loud, wet pop, OreSeur was freed from Vin's rear.
Vin felt hollow as the penis left her. As seed started leaking out it was as if a part of herself was slowly being extracted. The pressure within lessening now.
Seed splattered onto the tray below, adding to the mess collected there. The volume of the new liquids was more than double that of the previous puddle.
Vin continued leaking for multiple minutes. Finally she gave up on being tidy, letting herself collapse onto the floor, semen spilling out onto it.
Trying to slow her breath, she let herself rest for a few minutes. Still, her cravings persisted.
"OreSeur," Vin finally said. "Can you continue?"
"As long as you can take it, mistress." he sounded somewhat out of breath.
Vin rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide. A white puddle beneath her.
The kandra now had access to her hole in a new way.
OreSeur padded forward, moving the semen-covered tray to the side to give himself space. Slowly he lined himself up with his master's rear once again.
This time he chose to push in slowly, patiently letting Vin open up to his advance. This of course was far easier now as her buttocks had been thoroughly stretched.
Vin's consciousness had started slipping, her mind exhausted by the constant thrill. She wasn't continually aware of the next few minutes. Coming in and out of awareness Vin felt OreSeur move within her, felt her body reacting to the stimuli, without fully perceiving the moments in between.
This new position they were in let Vin watch the wolfhound as he worked. His face was full of determined focus as he humped against her hips. Her dazzled mind found his expression quite adorable.
By the time she felt him ejaculate, Vin was certain she had had at least a dozen minor orgasms. The hot seed spraying her insides was enough to set off another one.
As OreSeur finished, he extracted himself from Vin's gaping rear, leaving her sweaty, exhausted body outstretched on the floor.
She wasn't sure how long she lay there. She didn't think it had been an hour yet, but probably not less than a half, before she felt strong enough to sit up.
Vin moved her hand through her hair, finding the sticky coat of semen left there from their earlier activities. The splatter was thick but somewhat dried.
She found OreSeur had moved the tray back under her, catching the seed leaking out from her battered hole. The kandra himself lay passed out a few feet away.
Vin stuck a finger in the thick soup on the tray. She moved it through the off-white paste. Moving her finger up to her moth, Vin licked at the sticky substance.
She did not think her body had any more pleasure to give her. Still her groyne gave a sharp jolt as she tasted OreSeur's musky flavours.
She stood up—her knees weak, stretched rear still dripping—and walked over to her desk. She grabbed one of the glass bottles, as well as the small funnel.
Vin wasn't sure how she got this idea. Really she didn't even entirely know what she planned to do.
Sitting down, she put the bottle in front of her, placing the funnel in its opening.
Carefully Vin lifted the tray, slowly tipping one corner toward the funnel's opening. A slapping splutter ensued as the bottle filled with the globby white fluid.
The bottle full, there was still a fair amount left on the platter. Vin corked the bottle before scooping up a handful of the sticky substance from the metal pan.
She played with the kandras seed in her hand, feeling the slimy goo between her fingers. She smeared some of it over her breasts, her nethers twitching as she did so.
She teased her nipples, rubbing in the semen on her chest.
Vin picked the tray back up, holding hít over her head. She tipped it slightly, letting its contents trickle into her open, awaiting mouth.
The work was sloppy, much of the fluid spilling onto her cheeks and nose. Still, what her mouth caught was more than enough.
She let the seed fill her mouth to the point of spilling. Carefully she closed her lips, letting the heavy secretion sit on her tongue.
Savouring the taste for a good minute. Moving her tongue around slowly, she carefully felt out the clumpy batter. It was a sensation unlike any.
One Vin could not resist.
Finally she swallowed the mass of semen. Letting it slink down her throat, Vin revelled in her perverted depravity.
Immense bliss.
Why am I like this?
She licked the remains that stuck to the tray, strands sticking to her face as she did so.
And why can't I stop?
Getting back to her feet, Vin picked up the filled bottle. She grabbed a cloth, wrapping it around the still warm glass.
She moved over to the door, removing the sheet she had hung in front of it.
Silently she opened the door, surveying the corridor beyond. It was quiet, empty.
Vin snuck out, carefully making her way down to the kitchens. Senses on high alert.
Luck was on her side. The kitchen had been left empty, the cooks retired for the night.
Finding the cooling box, Vin dug down into the ice, as deep as she could. She hid the wrapped bottle in the corner, covering it meticulously.
She made her way back to her room, stealthily sneaking past a pair of guards making the nightly rounds.
Back in her room, she used the towel to wipe off the semen on her face and hair. Continuing down her body she cleaned her chest and stomach, ending with a thorough swabbing of her rear.
The cloth still left her damp and sticky though it was certainly better than nothing.
Finally something resembling clean and tidy, Vin climbed into bed. As she let sleep overcome her, her mind toyed with plans for tomorrow. Her body recovering, making itself ready for another round.