8.3.e Tell them you have business matters to attend to

Among the guards stands a beastman, some wolf or dog-like creature. He looks at you. "I can smell your lies, you will have to pay if you want to pass." he says.

You offer your valuable minerals as payment, but he's not looking at the stones. His lustful gaze travels over your body instead.

"Your payment will be... in spices," he says. "Come, we'll settle this immediately in the guard post."

You follow him into a guard station, and he locks the door behind you.
"Strip. Now!" he says.

Your eyes dart to a bloodstained sword embedded in the floor nearby. Without question, you obey, removing your clothes with trembling hands.

With brutal ****, he forces you to your knees, revealing his massive canine cock. Gripping your head, he violently thrusts into your mouth.

Breathing becomes difficult as you constantly gag, yet you keep sucking while enduring the strong animal smell. When you taste his precum, his thrusts become frenzied. Now you can barely breathe, stealing milliseconds between thrusts for air. He keeps brutally fucking your face until, with a final howl, hot cum floods your mouth.

As he withdraws, you collapse onto all fours, coughing and sputtering for several moments before recovering.

"Good. Payment received," he says. "You may enter the city."