POV switch: Lots and lots intrigue

Itsuki moaned in delight as Mary slobbered on his big, fat, knotted wolf cock. The warm and wet insides of her mouth felt exquisitely on his hard member, even more so with her soft lips forming a tight seal around his shaft as she sucked him. And ohhhh that little tongue of hers! She seemed to know almost supernaturally where and how he wanted to feel it on his dick!!

Earlier this evening, the young girl had chatted up the wolfkin courier who had made a stop at this small inn on his route. Wanting to impress the sensual female with her full breasts, pretty face and plump lips that looked like they were made for sucking hard man meat, he had told her about himself. But much more than by his stories and important mission, the girl had been impressed by his strong muscles. He tried his very best, and soon the two of them were flirting intensely.

With a naughty look on her face, Mary had asked Itsuki whether his bushy tail and canine ears perched atop his head were the only wolf parts of his body. Catching her drift, the courier had cheekily told her that he had claw-like fingernails and slightly fang-like teeth. But if she went to his room with him, he would show her another canine body part, something really special.

She had agreed eagerly.

As soon as he undid his belt and dropped his trousers, she dropped on her knees with them. Eyes wide with amazement and mouth hanging open with lust, Mary had run her shivering hand up and down the magnificent red rocket of a wolfcock in front of her, gently fondling his full balls with her other hand while she was at it. It was so big, so hard, so hot and so smooth, completely unlike any human cock! A mere moment later, she was slurping on his cock as if addicted.

Being a veteran courier, Itsuki was by now used to gasps of awe (and sometimes terror) when the girls saw his massive cock for the first time. Cocks with knots like his were quite common in the Archipelago with its population of both beastkin and beastfolk, especially the latter oftentimes sporting even more animalistic, unusually shaped genitalia. But so far away from home, the girls were always surprised (and often delighted) when he dropped his pants!

This particular slut seemed a little too much into it, but he didn’t mind. Itsuki groaned with pleasure as he suddenly felt a wet tightness surrounding the tip of his cock, followed by **** **** sounds. The whore was attempting to deepthroat his mighty cock!

After much trying and failing, she eventually gave up, he was just too thick. He groaned and instinctively grabbed her head, forcing her to take him down her throat! Luckily for Mary, her mouth was simply too small to take his knot, no matter how much she parted her jaws. Otherwise, he might have tied with her mouth, leaving her unable to breathe…

With a groan, Itsuki came down her throat, pumping his semen directly into her stomach. Mary’s eyes widened and she frantically slapped his thighs to make him let go of her. But the wolfkin was utterly consumed by his orgasm, his knot aching to be enveloped by a tight, wet hole! And so, his instincts **** him to hold her down, in a futile attempt to get her to swallow his knot.

Only after the initial height of his orgasm had passed, he regained enough control to notice the girl’s **** and released her, deeply sorry and embarrassed. Certainly, she would be livid at him for holding her down while she choked on his dick. So much to future sexual encounters with her…

Much to his surprise, however, Mary didn’t even let his dick slip out her mouth! She merely withdrew enough to have his cockhead resting on her sinfully soft tongue, stroking his shaft, and continued sucking him off until there wasn’t so much as a drop of cum left. It wasn’t much, however, most of his seed had already found its way into her stomach without ever grazing her tongue.

The girl finally let his cock out of her mouth and groaned in frustration. “I really wanted to taste it!”

Itsuki wasn’t sure if she was serious, was she really so much of a cumslut that she was only disappointed about not being able to taste his semen?! She really didn’t look angry at all, only mildly upset that she didn’t get to have a taste. And she was already stroking his semi-flaccid cock, occasionally planting soft kisses.

“Think you can go again, wolfy?” Mary purred. “I didn’t cum. And you still owe me a ‘treat’, this one doesn’t count.” She added cheekily.

His cock got immediately hard again, especially his knot was *aching* to be inside her!

“Time to get fucked, slut!” Itsuki told her as he lifted her up with his strong arms. She giggled girlishly as he threw her down onto the bed.

“Come and get me then~” Mary purred seductively. Laying on her back, she opened her legs for him, parting her pussylips invitingly with her fingers

Without any verbal reply, he threw himself on the slut, kissing her passionately as his hard cock entered her wet tunnel. She grunted at the sudden penetration and Itsuki had to **** himself to go slower, giving her pussy time to adjust. Ohhh, she was warm and wet, and so heavenly tight! Not a virgin, but this was just as well, otherwise she might not have been able to handle his wolfcock at all.

Itsuki really wanted to feel her all over his cock and with every thrust, he **** more and more of his thick meat inside her. She moaned and squealed, her initial resistance long gone, molten away by waves of pleasure. Far too soon, he felt his balls stir as her pussylips kissed his swelling knot. His instincts desperately compelled him to shove the fat bulb of flesh inside her, keeping her tied to him so that his seed could take root…

‘Don’t *moan* cum in me, *moan* I want to *moan* swallow!” Mary managed to bring out, her eyes burning with lust.

“Too…hnnnnggg… late” Itsuki groaned, having decided that he wanted to knot her after all. With one particularly hard thrust, he **** his thick knot inside her, causing Mary to squeal in equal parts pleasure and pain. Before she could do anything, his knot had swollen so much that it couldn’t be removed. The intense sensation caused both of them to climax at the same time, with a lusty groan and a slutty moan respectively.

Once the two of them had calmed down enough, Itsuki bent Mary’s legs out of the way so that he could lie beside her and spoon her, a much more comfortable position for the two.

“Sorry…” he said quietly.

“You better be! You are really lucky that I take these weird contraceptive herbs, otherwise, you could have impregnated me just now!” replied Mary in an agitated voice. “How long will I be tied to you?”

“Seeing how tight you are… about half an hour?” The longer you wait, the easier it will be. Honestly, it would be best of you just slept here.” He said, seeing a possibility for morning sex.

“You cheeky little…” Mary said with a grin, having guessed his plan. “Then I guess ill just stay right here.”

... ... ...

With a sigh of relief, the girl finally slipped off the thick canine cock. It had taken *forever* for that thing to finally soften up enough that she could pull it out without much problem. Behind her in a spooning position, Itsuki slept peacefully. Typical, just typical! He had barely knotted her and made sure that she would stay over before he went to sleep, immediately losing interest in her. Drain a guy’s balls and they didn't waste another thought... Or in this case, take a guy’s knot, apparently.

The girl got up without waking her lay for the night, and immediately, his semen mixed with her lovejuices began leaking out of her. She hissed in pain as she cupped her cunt with a hand, catching the fluid coming out. Damn, she was sore!

Shivering, she brought her semen covered hand up to her mouth and licked it greedily, **** to taste the vicious fluid. Again and again, she harvested the off-white substance from her tight snatch and swallowed it. Only after several turns, and with all her willpower, she managed to stop. Damn her, this was not what she was after, it wouldn't make her feel good at all!

Well, at least it had the positive effect that it would drip on the floor, even if her groin and inner thighs were a little messy she thought.

Carefully she looked around the room for her target. Itsuki was fast asleep and wouldn't wake up easily, such was the power of the collar she wore. It looked just like a normal, stylish choker that matched her dress, as was the style nowadays. In reality, however, it was anything but normal: Her masters had given it to her, enchanted with all kinds of useful magics that helped her to complete her missions.

The magic at work right now was a passive aura that made people around her sleep better and thereby kept them from noticing anything going on. Since it was a useful rather than harmful effect, most kinds of protection didn’t even ward against it! After a little searching, she finally found several bags Itsuki had carried and simply dragged them to a window she opened.

Without fear, she threw the bags out and then jumped down herself. She didn’t even need to brace for the fall. Darkness enveloped her and the bags alike shortly before she touched the ground and set her down gently, without making a sound. Barely visible shapes in the dark surrounded her, taking the bags away from her and quickly examining them. Incredibly quickly, they had cleared the bags of all letters, contracts, and other documents, including those that had been inside several hidden compartments. After just enough time for a cursory glance, the documents seemed to vanish into thin air, together with some of the shapes.

“Good girl. You did well, Meridith.” She heard one of the shapes whisper, using her real name.

“Time to give you your reward.” Said one of the other shapes quietly.

“Here you go” whispered yet another and threw her a vial with a vicious, off-white liquid inside it.

Meridith’s heart beat so loud that she thought her head might explode! Her blood rushed and she could barely contain her excitement as she scrambled to uncork the vial and desperately swallowed its contents. The flavour of semen spread on her tongue, so much more pungent than that of any humanoid! As soon as she had swallowed it all, she was already **** for more and regretted drinking it so quickly! She had given herself barely any time to savour its taste!

She didn’t even like the taste, to be honest, she was disgusted by it! And yet, ever since that monster had **** and creampied her ass some time ago, she couldn’t help but crave it. If she didn’t get her dose regularly, she went into terrible withdrawal. During these phases, the craving got so bad, so all-encompassing that she had begun to crave every kind of semen, even that of ordinary men. On a rational level, she knew that it wouldn’t really satisfy her. But even just the taste of semen eased the cravings temporarily, and what else could she do? Nothing else could satisfy her, provide her with such wonderful feelings…

As the semen began to unfold its effect, Meridith’s pupils dilated and assumed the characteristic heart shape. “Please…more…” she moaned, feeling her mind slip away into total bliss.

“You already got your dose.” Yet another voice noted in a whisper.

Meridith looked confused between the barely visible shapes. They always did this, speaking and acting like one even though they were so many. It confused the hell out of her, especially when she in this condition!

There was a barely audible sigh as the missing shapes reappeared in the dark, together with the documents they had taken away. Carefully, they put them back into the courier’s bags, just like they had been before.

“If you want more semen, crawl back to your lover and suck his cock clean. If he wakes up, he will surely be delighted to give you more of his seed.” A whisper reached Meredith’s ears.

She was lifted back up to the window, together with the bags and directed to put them back where they belonged. The shapes in the dark couldn’t enter the warded inn themselves, which is why they used her to do their work. Of course, they could simply break the wards, but this would be noticed eventually and repaired. And also, it would raise suspicion! No, it was far better to use her.

Meridith smiled to herself as she crawled over the bed, feeling important. With a sigh of satisfaction, she wrapped her soft lips around Itsuki’s thick cock once more, savouring the taste of his semen and her love juices on it. In the morning, she would disappear again, wandering villages and always changing her name, until her masters had need of her again. But for tonight, she wanted to savour this…

Mayor Sigmund tiredly fumbled for his keys. The sun was already going down, and he was tired. So tried in fact, he needed multiple attempts to put his key into the lock. Opening the door, the mayor slumped inside his humble abode. He had spent his entire life in the service of this town. Now that he was old enough to serve on the elder council of some settlements, he wished nothing more than to lay down his responsibilities and retire.

Sadly, there was no elder council in this town, and neither was there anyone who could replace him as mayor. So, he had to continue, for better or worse…

Sigmund closed and locked the door behind him, turning to light the candles in his dark home. Ever since his wife died a few years ago, he lived alone. They had been a happy couple, and decided to stay together even though they didn’t manage to conceive a child. He didn’t feel lonely most of the time, being something like a grandfather to everyone in the small town. But on evenings like this… he just wished there was somebody waiting for him at home.

As he lit the first candle by the door, he noticed with terror that his wish had been fulfilled, as something moved in the shadows.

“If it’s riches you want, I will gladly give you all I have, though it is not much. If you want my life, you may have it as well. All I ask of you is that you take what you want from me and leave the good people of this town in peace.” Sigmund said warily.

“Worry not, for we haven’t come here to take anything from you. Or the townsfolk, for that matter. Quite the opposite in fact.” Came a voice from the shadows. The mayor strained his old eyes as best he could, but it was too dark and his sight too bad for him to discern the speaker.

“Then… why are you here?” he asked, confused.

“We are here to offer you and your town my gifts.” Answered the voice.

“And what do you want in exchange?” the old man wanted to know.

“Protection. For me and my brethren. Every time you hear about something that seems off, something that could involve us, I want you to report it to us first before you take any action.” The voice elaborated.

“Sounds like you are planning something. I am not sure if the people of this town want to be involved with that.” Sigmund gave his answer, with all the resoluteness he had.

“You should at least hear me out first. You cannot judge an offer without knowing what you stand to gain from it, now can you?” the voice persisted.

Sigmund sighed but nodded his head. As shady as this whole situation was, there were only upsides to hearing them out. After all, knowledge was power.

“If you would kindly look out of your window….” The voice suggested.

The mayor did as asked. Sure, he had to turn his back to the voice, but killing an elderly, frail man like him would be child’s play anyway. Looking outside he saw… nothing. Just the darkness of the night, and the lights of a town heading to sleep, illuminating only a few details to his old eyes.

“It’s pitch-black outside. I cannot see a thing.” He said annoyed.

“Look closer.” Hissed the voice.

Sighing again in resignation, the mayor returned his gaze to the outside, squinting his eyes to discern what previously went unnoticed.

When he finally noticed, his mouth went dry and cold sweat wet his skin.

There were movements in the dark. Ever so slightly contrasted by the lights of the town, just enough for his old eyes to spot them. They were next to every door and every window, even on some roofs. Sigmund didn’t know who they were, what they were, or how they managed to get into such advantageous positions. But he knew one thing: Should they decide to, all the townspeople, all those he called his children and grandchildren, would be doomed.

“In return for our protection, we offer you protection as well. For as long as we are here, no bandit, no raider, no foreign army, or other unwelcome ‘guest’ shall enter your town. If you so wish, we could even find and cull those that are beyond your reach, and so much more…” the voice said.

The threat didn’t need to be said aloud. And neither did the fact that everything they offered came at a price. A steep price.

“And you promise that none of my people shall come to harm?” the mayor asked.

“Of course. As long as they do not interfere with us.” The voice replied.

Silence spread through the small home. One could almost have thought that Sigmund was the only one here.

Finally, he responded: “I accept. How do I report to you?”

“Just speak whenever you are undisturbed. We will be there.”

Lucius of Ahrensburg lay awake in his bed. It had been another long day of training and the typical noble policies. Born to a minor noble family, that was all he had ever done since he was dubbed a knight. Training to be more powerful in combat. Engaging in noble politics to facilitate the rise of his family to more power, ideally by way of an advantageous marriage…

And exactly this was where he himself had the most problems. Ever since he came of age, Lucius had been infatuated with non-humans. It wasn’t that he didn’t *like* his own people, oh no, he had far too much pride for that! But being sexual with a human woman… blergh! Even the most attractive girls barely exited him, and that only if he imagined that they in fact were not humans, but something else. Courting a noble girl was extremely difficult for him, outright flirting all but impossible.

Oh, why couldn’t he have been borne in another place instead? One where humans lived together with other species, like the Ancient Land, or Lightspeak. Or even better, someplace humans didn’t live at all! Once again, he found himself daydreaming about live in the Archipelago, where almost the entire population was made up from beastkin and beastfolk. Female beastkin were his favourites, animal girls as he called them, since that was how they looked: Mostly human bodies, with only some animal parts to them, mostly ears and tails, but sometimes other characteristics such as horns or sharper teeth.

Oh, how Lucius loved them! He only ever seen very few of them, and certainly didn’t get the chance to get intimate with one. But he would give so much to just stroke their fluffy tails and pet their cute ears! Truth be told however, the ‘animal girls’ that attracted him the most were not those in the likeness of mammals, but the avian ones. Feathers, wings, beaks, … he just couldn’t put into words how incredibly beautiful and attractive he found them!

But alas, it was no use. Given the almost universal racism, he would never get an opportunity to be with an ‘animal girl’, let alone marry one.

Dreaming about how his life could have been, Lucius slowly drifted to sleep…

Suddenly, he shot up, wide awake. There was a noise, coming from his window!

It sounded like… Knocking? No, that couldn’t be.But it was the middle of the night! His window was several levels above the ground, and below was the walled courtyard of a mighty castle, no less! Nobody could be knocking at his window, he probably just dreamt it…

‘knock knock knock’ came from the window.

Lucius was *sure* that he didn’t imagine that!

Feeling a mixture of agitation and nervousness, he picked quickly picked up his sword from beside his bed and sneaked over to the window. Pressing his back against the wall, he sneakily moved the curtain a little, he peered outside.

‘knock knock knock’

His heart skipped a beat as he saw what was knocking on his window. Outside was flying a beautiful young girl! But not any ordinary girl, she had large, feathered wings for arms!!

Thinking quickly, he decided that a dainty girl like this that didn’t even have arms to hold a weapon didn’t pose a significant threat. After making certain that there were no other creatures around, he carefully pulled the curtain aside and opened the window. The only way she could harm him was via magic, and she could do that either way… Nonetheless, Lucius put a hand on the hilt of his sword and took a step back, as he gestured for the girl to come in.

With a final flap of her wings, she gently landed on the wooden floor and took a few steps to allow him the window. Finally having the privacy of his room, Lucius asked her “Just… who are you?”

“I am a herald” she answered in the most beautiful and angelic, yet slightly erotic voice he ever heard. It was not like the voice of a succubus, dripping with lust and seduction, but more like that of an enchantress, a lady fairer than any other.

“A herald of whom?” he inquired.

“Of doom to come.” She answered with a smile.

Immediately, Lucius took a step back, drew his sword, and assumed a fighting stance, all in one fluid motion. She didn’t even flinch, and neither did she make any offensive moves. In fact, her entire being was as inoffensive and unthreatening, he almost felt like an idiot.

She was very small, almost two heads smaller than him at about 1,49m (4”11’) he estimated and of such light build, she could weigh little more than 40kg (88 lbs). Nonetheless, she had curves in all the right places, approximately C cup breasts and a tight ass, both shown off by her extremely tight leather armour. Her wings were pure white and seemed to glow faintly, and were contrasted by her long, raven-black hair, held back by simple, yet beautiful metal hair ornaments. Overall, she looked like a nubile young female. And a very attractive one at that.

“What do you mean, ‘doom to come’? Why would a ‘herald of doom’ appear before me, in the middle of the night, no less!” he demanded to know.

“Fate looks favourably at you, Sir Lucius.” She said. “I have been ordered to deliver this to you.”

She used one of her wings to gracefully open up the cleavage of her leather top and leaned forward provocatively, almost completely exposing her plump bosom to him. Lucius gasped, and it took every fibre of his trained will to not drop his sword and reach for those delicious, round lovepillows. Only after a few moments, he realized that there was in fact something else, a glass vial handging from a cord around her neck and therefore between her luscious breasts, directly in front of him. In it was a thick, golden liquid.

“What… What is that?” he asked, still caught off guard.

“It gives you strength. Strength beyond measure. Strength to conquer your enemies.” She replied in her incredibly pleasant voice.

“Is it poisoned?” Lucius asked, before realizing how stupid the question was.

“It is not. If you want, I can drink from it first~” she suggested with a wink.

He gulped. “N- No… No need…” he mumbled, not even thinking about the possibility that she had taken an antivenom.

Lucius put his sword away and gingerly took the vial from her, careful to touch her ample bosom as least as possible. Which was quite unsuccessful, as the Herald straightened up, thereby pressing her soft, pillowy tits against his strong calloused hand.

He quickly retracted his hand and almost drank the liquid, before remembering something.

“What do you want in exchange for this? Against whom do you want me to use my new strength, assuming that it works? I should warn you, mind control has no effect here, nor does it have any effect on knights in general.” He told her.

“As I told you, you have been chosen. You have to do nothing but conquer your foes and rise to ever greater power.” She replied, batting her eyelashes at him.

That was it. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, but he couldn’t take it anymore. With a few gulps, he quickly drank down the golden fluid. It tasted… sweet?

After a moment, intense sensations hit him! He felt like his already impressive muscles swelled even more, like his already large body increased even more in size, like pain couldn’t halt him anymore! He felt big, and strong, like he could take down any foe! But more than anything else, he felt *hungry*. Hungry for food, hungry for blood, hungry for victory, hungry for power!

But also… hungry for… something else.

With eyes clouded by lust, Lucius looked at the Herald. The birdwoman of his dreams. There wasn’t much holding him back, only his decency as a night (and his insecurity as a virgin). No, he wouldn’t just take her against her will.

She slowly closed the distance, rocking her hips with every step. “I am a herald of doom..” She purred and leaned in close, tiptoeing to get her delectable lips as close as possible to his ear.

“But for tonight… I am all yours”.