Follow him

You really like the warmth of Amber beside you, your cock in particular, but something didn't feel right. Amber looks at you curiously and you give her a reassuring smile, "Wait here, keep working the room." She made a 'what am I supposed to do?' gesture at the whole room and you snicker: all the villagers were either **** or close to it. Taking a long swig you set your mug down and follow Thomas as discretely as you can, which is more difficult than you anticipated. Despite the varying levels in consciousness of the patrons you stumble several times over splayed limbs and bodies. You trip against a wall and take a moment to steady yourself before slipping into the back, giving Amber a thumbs up. She looks dismayed and glances at your mug with trepidation. She had right to, that stuff was strong as hell.

You step into the back and behind a haphazard stack of crates. Thomas and the serving girl from earlier stand in the middle of the room, his hands on her shoulders. She seems distraught, tears rolling down her eyes, "It doesn't seem right papa, we can't turn them over to the lords! Maybe they could help us-" He gave her a shake, "No! What are they going to do Mina? They're two kitsune whose magic won't work here. They're already as trapped as we are, the best we can do is use them to help ourselves." He went down on one knee, taking her hand in his, "Maybe we can trade them for your safety. I know you've been faint these last few times the lords have come, you need time to recover or you'll have no blood to give anyway. And then I'll be all alone again." He swallowed hard and the girl, who apparently was his daughter, cupped his face in her hands, "I'll never leave you papa..."

He rose and swept her up in his arms in what might have been a heartwarming gesture were it not for the passionate kiss in the middle of it. Your blood runs cold, both from flashbacks to your own youth and the fact that you'd probably been ****. You stumble back into the main room, somehow avoiding detection while the two incestuous lovers were embracing, and search for Amber. The room is a swirl of dark and light, you can't make heads or tails of it. Fortunately, Amber finds you, "Vila! What happened!" She drags you away from the door, supporting most of your weight, and sets you down next to a drunkard.

"ssss-trap" You slur, hands pawing at Amber's tiny kimono. She hauls you back to your feet, dragging you to the door, "Come on, we're getting out of here. We can hide in the wood-" She pauses, probably thinking of what happened to Jay. "We can hide in a crawlspace or on a roof or something until the **** wears off and then make a break for the castle in the morning." You're barely listening, just trying to keep your legs from tangling with your tails. You seemed to have lost all motor control and Amber is quite literally dragging you across the icy street. Moments pass before you hear a shout behind you and Amber curses.

With what little cognizance you have left you pull yourself up to her ear, "Leave me..." You shove away from her and she loses her grip, cursing you but fleeing into the night. You mostly land on your tails but the night still feels cold without her. Thomas runs up a moment later, searching the darkness, "Damn bitch." He leers down at you, "Least we've got you. And it'll still be a few minutes before the lords arrive..."

He picks you up and carries you some distance before flopping you down on a wood floor. You groan, you were gonna feel that one in the morning. You feel his hands on your kimono, pulling it apart to reveal your nakedness. You chuckle at his startled gasp, "What? What the hell is this? What the hell are you?!" You waggle your eyebrows, "never seen one so big before? Bit intimindidated?" You frown, trying to work the syllables out over your sluggish tongue. He growls, flipping you over onto your belly and pulling your clothes and tails out of the way to reveal your butt, "Least you're still pretty on this side." You scrabble at the floor but can't resist as he holds you in place, the sound of his trousers falling somehow much louder than it should have been. You shudder at the last time someone had fucked your ass, the memory buried under hundreds of years of repression. You feel him spit and rub something long and hot against you before an awful pressure begins and he pushes into you.

You blink. It hadn't felt like that last time, that's for sure. It still hurt but not nearly as much, either because of the **** or... Your cock spasms against the belt and you giggle, "The giIIIift that keeps on givinNG!" Thomas seems incensed by your humor and his thrusts increase in tempo and ferocity, which you can't hope to match but still try as an unfamiliar pleasure blooms inside you. It was almost like having sex normally, before your change. Except not at all. You feel your balls start to twitch and the dewing of pre on your head, the freezing night air cooling it in an instant, "I'm-auh... I'm almost there... Oh..." Your moans drive Thomas into a frenzy and your balls begin to contract in anticipation for your release...

A voice, masculine and cultured, breaks the symphony of grunts and moans, "Can you please restrain your beastly instincts in the presence of nobility Thomas? Especially a lady, shame on you." Thomas' cock pulls free and his hands suddenly vanish from your hips, causing you to flop on your side, gasping and whining at the subsiding pressure and warmth.

"M-my lord. I brought you a gift." The response is icier than the frozen ground, "A gift that you proceed to have sex with before giving? I'm rather disappointed that I could actually think less of you than I did when I rose this evening."

"It's a kitsune my lord, she and her companions arrived at dusk and I-"

"I know what she is Thomas and I believe Josephine has already apprehended one of her companions."

A female voice, petulant and childlike, spoke up, "{if Ran from wikita = 0}He hurt my favorite hunter!" A clang and a low groan signify a third, most likely ****, arrival. The voice took on a hopeful yet somehow disquieting lilt as it continued, "{endif}Can I keep him?"

"We'll discuss that later."

"But-"

"LATER Josephine."

You can almost feel the sulking resentment in the silence before the male voice continued, "I suppose you want to offer these women in exchange for a reprieve from the blood tax?"

"Just for my daughter milord."

"Well at least you're not overreaching. Much. Where is the other kitsune?"

"S-she ran off milord."

A shriek you recognized as Amber rent the air and you hear Thomas jump, "Not far it seems." The sounds of struggle continue for a moment before subsiding as the voice carries on.

"We will take these travelers off your hands for the time being, though they do not replace your daughters blood tax."

"B-but milord-!"

"We do not want them for their blood Thomas, save for perhaps the crusader. We do not drink the blood of beasts. I admit that I am curious how they came to be here however. When we lose interest we may return them to you to... use as you see fit. Isabelle is collecting your daughter as we speak. She may be returned as well."

"I-isabelle? No! I won't l-" Thomas is silenced by a loud snap, followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor.

"Know your place, peasant. Firenze, collect the fox and the mutant."

You feel yourself hoisted up onto a shoulder by cold hands and find yourself face to face with a bleary eyed Amber. Your last thought before the **** finishes off your consciousness is how annoyed you are that he called you a mutant.