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On her way to work, Merrie was kidnapped off the streets of Franome City
by a thriban named Bass. It didn't take long before she found out her
fate: to be broken, trained as a puppy sex slave, and sold to the
highest bidder. But, what started as a journey of terror became
something else when she found magic in her submission and a destiny that
went far beyond a mere slave.

Puppy Mill 31: Privacy

Grief comes in many forms. Just because the initial tears are over
doesn't mean that a single thing, like an amputated arm sliding between
Merrie's legs, won't set off a new round of sorrow. But, there are other
ways of expressing grief and Tabitha may do something she might regret.

(FF fist bond ws magic, MF rom)

**

Merrie woke up with a languished realization she was conscious. It
wasn't because her master was awake, deep inside she knew Borias still
slept. Without him needing her, she just relaxed and took a deep breath.
The smell of pussy, women, and bodies surrounded her. It was the most
natural of smells in her world now and she wondered if she would ever
miss it.

She was surrounded on all sides, pressed down by soft breasts and firm
bodies. Two smooth arms, both ending in stumps, rested against her
pussy. Their presence brought the first hints of pleasure curling
through her senses and she rocked her hips against them.

The others began to shift. Worried, Merrie reached out with her minds,
but none of them were waking up. It was just their bodies and slumbering
minds responding with the one thing that burned in their minds. The tiny
moans sent another thrill across Merrie's senses. A breast was pressed
to Merrie's mouth and she opened her lips automatically to suck on it.
The nipple was soft at first, but grew quickly harder as she rolled it
against her tongue.

The arm between her legs finally worked up enough moisture and it
started to press against Merrie's entrance. She spread her knees,
shivering at the sensation of her own amputated ends rubbing against
female bodies and Seven's cock. The arm ground deeper and slid in like a
cock, stretching her entrance with slow, torturous pleasure.

Merrie bucked against the arm as it worked deeper. It was like a cock as
it filled her, stretching out her insides. She moaned and sucked harder
on the nipple. She wanted to be filled and loved.

The arm worked in and out, first with small strokes but soon with deeper
strokes. Her pussy grew hot around it as she felt the intoxicating mix
of soft flesh and hard bone as it drove deep. She moaned and trembled
with the effort not to thrash as the bitch got her full stride. The end
of her lover's arm reached clear to her cervix and out again; tiny
slurps and the smell of her own cut drifted through the press of bodies
and Merrie smiled. It felt as good as the first time Sama fisted her.

Her eyes flew open as she felt a sob rise up. Sama was dead. The anguish
was still raw and cut against her knife. Her lips parted as she found it
suddenly hard to breath and the nipple slipped out. Its owner whimpered
and tried to put it back, but Merrie didn't have the taste for pleasure
anymore.

Panting, she squirmed away from the arm driving inside her. When she
couldn't escape, she struggled faster and pulled herself off. With a
gasp, she crawled out of the pile of naked bodies and tumbled to the
floor. The stone was warm from the bitches' heat and she slumped against
it, breathing hard as she tried not to cry.

Twenty-Eight crawled out of the pile after her. The bitch's arm was wet
almost to her elbow and Merrie's pussy clenched at the memory.

Merrie looked at her and felt the tears beginning to burn. She shook her
head and whimpered silently.

Twenty-Eight gave her a sad look, then crawled over. Her dark skin was
almost black in the basement room. She slipped up against Merrie who
tensed. But, Twenty-Eight didn't have sex on her mind, only comfort.
Twenty-Eight wrapped her shortened arms and legs, both cropped to the
elbow and knees, and held Merrie as tightly as she could.

Twenty-Eight's emotions were clear in Merrie's mind, she was sorry for
Merrie. She grieved for Sama, but there wasn't as much of an emotional
connection.

Merrie buried her head on Twenty-Eight's shoulder. She wrapped her own
arms and legs around the soft body. She didn't project anything else,
but just held Twenty-Eight and tried not to think of Sama.

Slowly, sleep came back.

(I have to pee so badly.) Twenty-Eight's thoughts woke Merrie up again.
She shifted in Merrie's grip as her tail shivered with the sensations.
In her thoughts, the sensation of a full bladder ignited Merrie's own
body and soon Merrie had to pee herself.

Merrie opened her eyes to see Twenty-Eight looking around the room,
obviously trying to figure out how to beg for the bathroom. With a
smile, Merrie disentangled herself and got on her arms and knees.

Twenty-Eight watched with curiosity.

Gesturing for her to follow, Merrie crawled across the room and into
Borias' room. She peeked over the bed where Borias was sprawled out on
the large mattress. Cock Diver was between his legs, her arms cradling
his half-hard cock and her legs curled up underneath her. She had a
contented smile on her face.

Merrie smiled to herself and crawled on the bed. The soft mattress
dented from her weight as she worked her way over to Cock Diver and
Borias' cock. With a smile, she reached over and flicked the tip with
her tongue.

Behind her, Twenty-Eight struggled to get on the bed. She blushed hotly
as she crawled on with her shortened limbs and managed to perch herself
on the edge of the bed before she crawled forward. The mattress shifted
and dipped as she crawled around to the other side of Borias.

With a playful smile, Merrie slid her lips around the head of Borias'
shaft, teasing it harder. She pulled off with a pop.

Twenty-Eight took his cock into her mouth. She slid down a little
further before pulling it out.

Merrie took another stroke, then Twenty-Eight.

They managed to get halfway down the shaft before Borias stirred.

"No be fucking, it be too early," he whispered a groan.

Twenty-Eight took his entire cock into his mouth, sliding it clear to
the base. Her throat spasmed as the cock invaded her throat. She held it
there for a moment before sliding it back up.

Borias groaned again. His hips lifted as she pulled out, a primal need
for the wet heat.

"Two more hours," he grumbled, his eyes still closed.

Twenty-Eight gave Merrie a questioning look.

Merrie sat back in a begging position, her wrists up against her collar
and her legs spread wide apart. She waited until Twenty-Eight got into
the same position, then let out a breathy, quiet bark.

Borias' eyes snapped open. Magic began to gather around him as he looked
around in confusion. As his eyes met up with Merrie's, he relaxed.

"M-Merrie? What be wrong?"

Merrie almost answered, but then remembered Sable's words. She had to be
a bitch and bitches don't talk. She squirmed her hips and panted softly.
A whimper escaped her lips as she looked pointedly at the door.

Borias frowned, then over to Twenty-Eight who was doing the same thing.
Realization dawned across his face. "You girls be needing to pee?"

Twenty-Eight barked almost desperately.

Between them, Cock Diver moaned and curled up tighter. Her tail curled
over her pussy and nestled between the lips of her labia.

"Okay, okay, be quiet you two. I be taking you out." Borias pulled his
feet out from their bodies. Yawning, he shifted to the edge of the bed
and stood up. He didn't bother with clothes and just headed for the
door. "Come on, girls."

Merrie admired his ass for a moment, then crawled off the bed. She
wagged her tail and bounded after him as he walked past the sleeping
bitches and opened the door to his private rooms. The stairs from the
basement were quiet with just a hint of moisture. Hilfe's and Garcon's
rooms were on the opposite side but no noise came out from the darkened
door.

"No be waking others. It be late."

Once they passed through, he closed the door behind them and walked up
the stairs. At the front door, Borias reached down and grabbed both of
their collars and held them lightly. He muttered something under his
breath as they kept on crawling through.

Merrie felt a tickle of energy as they cross the threshold. She frowned
and looked over her shoulder at the door, wondering what she felt.

"There be a ward on the threshold of all the doors. If a pretty girl
like you two be going through it without a trainer, you be getting a
shock. Well, the alphas can be taking you through in a pinch."

She nodded and followed Twenty-Eight who was rushing for the bathroom area.

Twenty-Eight stopped only a meter into the soft, spongy area and spread
her legs. With a sight of pleasure, she let herself go and a splatter of
urine poured out into the ground. It puddled for a moment before soaking
into the earth and mulch.

Merrie crawled a bit further into the area, smelling the delicate smells
of wood and urine. She found her spot and did the same, enjoying the
soft pleasure of peeing. As it flowed, she took a deep breath of the
cool summer air. It was moist and teasing against her senses. Faint
breezes teased against her naked skin, rolling against her breasts and
bringing her nipples to an aching hardness.

She curled her tail tighter along her back, running the tip up the small
of her back and almost to her shoulders. The movement forced her back to
arch as she squeezed out the last of her urine with a sigh of pleasure.

Next to her, Twenty-Eight finished and held herself there, tail curled
up, shortened legs braced on the ground. She looked up at Bass as the
muscles in her legs tightened.

Bass smiled down with a warm smile. "You be expecting me to clean you
like the boss does?"

Twenty-Eight's tail shook and she gave a whimper.

"Boss not be here. You got me and you got Merrie. Who you think going to
be cleaning you up?"

Twenty-Eight peeked over to Merrie who felt a flush of excitement. There
was a pleading in her look as she trembled.

Merrie gave a whispered bark. With droplets of her own urine still
clinging to her pussy lips, Merrie crawled over and around. The smell of
fresh urine teased her as she lowered her mouth to Twenty-Eight's pussy
and breathed in a different scent, excitement.

After weeks of fucking, Merrie noticed that it took very little to turn
on the bitches, including herself. Just the idea of what she was about
to do brought a tint to Twenty-Eight's dark pussy and droplets of
excitement mixed in with the urine.

Merrie projected love as she pressed her lips to Twenty-Eight's pussy
and licked.

Twenty-Eight gasped as her arms went down, presenting herself.

Merrie took advantage of the access to lap from clitoris to asshole and
back down. She worked her mouth tight against the hot sex, lapping deep
to her core as she worked her tongue deep into Twenty-Eight's pussy.

As Twenty-Eight moaned louder, Borias let out a quizzical sound.

"Merrie, you be doing that again?"

Merrie looked up around Twenty-Eight's tail at Borias. She frowned and
licked again, invoking a long moan of pleasure from Twenty-Eight.

"No, the thing with the collar."

Merrie didn't know what he was talking about. She continued to lick
until she felt Twenty-Eight coming, a bright star of pleasure against
her senses. She slowed down as the tiny tremors took over the bitch's
body, enjoying how the hot pussy clamped against her tongue or the way
Twenty-Eight shoved back with the rush of pleasure.

When it was finally over, Merrie pulled back her glistening face and smiled.

"You be next, Merrie."

Twenty-Eight's head snapped up, a look of trepidation on her face. She
peeked over to Merrie.

Merrie smiled and sent out a pulse of encouragement, her emotions
blurring with her own desire to feel Twenty-Eight's tongue against her sex.

"That. Merrie, you be doing that again."

Merrie frowned and looked up at Borias. Confused, she gathered up her
emotions until they were a strong point of energy, then pushed it out
toward Twenty-Eight.

Twenty-Eight let out a shudder as the scent of her excitement doubled.
She circled around Merrie in a rush and drove her face into Merrie's sex.

Moaning, Merrie presented herself and shuddered at the pleasure of being
licked. Twenty-Eight was skilled, they all were now, and it didn't take
long for Merrie's juices to soak her face.

A shadow crossed over Merrie as Borias knelt in front of her, one knee
on each side. Merrie looked up at his cock, already hard, and reached
out for it.

"No, no," whispered Borias as he grabbed Merrie's iron collar. His grip
was strong and he held her in place as Twenty-Eight lapped frantically,
sucking and licking. "Okay, be doing the collar thing again."

Gathering up her emotions once again, Merrie projected lust into
Twenty-Eight. It felt like a sticky cloud of sunshine.

As it sank into Twenty-Eight's thoughts, the bitch grew more frantic as
she licked harder, trying to cram her face into Merrie's pussy. Soft,
slurping noises filled the air as she moaned into the wet hole.

Merrie inhaled sharply, looking up at Borias. Then, she felt the smooth
tip of Twenty-Eight's arm drove into her pussy, plunging deep and
filling her. Merrie let out a gasp and whimpered at the pleasure.

Twenty-Eight pumped into her, fisting her without a hand, and thrusting
deep into Merrie's body. Every pound slammed against Merrie's cervix,
sending a bolt of discomfort to mix in with the pleasure searing at her
senses.

Over Borias' shoulder, Tabitha stepped out of the darkness.

Merrie jumped at the suddenness, her body trapped between Borias' hands
on her collar and the arm driving into her pussy. The sensation of
helplessness burst inside her and she came. A moment later, Twenty-Eight
slammed into her as she let out a squeal of pleasure, her entire body
locked up into an orgasm of her own.

"That," Borias jumped at Tabitha's voice, "was magic. Did Merrie bond?"

"Tabby!" he gasped and dropped Merrie's collar. "No, no, I just be
checking something."

Without him holding her, Merrie lost her balance and slumped face-first
into the ground. The smell of urine and mulch filled her nostrils, but
she couldn't move as the orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped down
on Twenty-Eight's arm, holding it in place as waves of ecstasy pounded
into her.

Tabitha stepped back. She was wearing her simple top and the wrap-around
skirt that did little to hide the bushy pubic hair between her legs.
"Rendi will kill you if she finds you naked outside."

Borias shrugged. "It be three in the morning. She be either sleeping or
praying."

Tabitha chuckled weakly and looked around.

Merrie, even through the haze of her afterglow, could tell there was
something on the silfae's mind. There wasn't the usual crassness or
anger in her face as she inspected the woods.

"Borias?"

"Aye?"

"Are you staying up?"

"Well, I be thinking these girls need fucking."

"Let them fuck themselves. Can you..." Tabitha wrapped one arm around
her other wrist and twisted. "Do you think..."

The smile on Borias' face froze in place. "Tabby?"

Tabitha turned on him, her eyes bright. "Can we just talk? Tonight? Alone?"

"Sure," Borias said warily. "Let me put the girls in the room."

"I need to check on Dixie. Meet me by the carved stump?"

"How is he?"

"He'll live." An image flashed through Merrie's mind of a deer on the
ground, torn apart and gasping for breath. One leg was broken and two
were torn off. The taste of fur and blood coated her mouth. Blood and
guts were everywhere.

It was terrifying, but buried deep in Tabitha's thoughts was the
absolute confidence that Dixie would live.

Merrie shivered at the intensity of the image, the stench of blood and
the sudden longing to be Tabitha's prey.

"Of course, Tabby. In a few minutes."

Tabitha stepped backwards and turned away, heading back to the cave.

Borias watched her for a minute, a look of concern on his face. He said
nothing as he glanced down at Merrie and Twenty-Eight. After a moment,
he gestured to the house.

Merrie lead the way, followed by Twenty-Eight. As Merrie got close to
the front door, she could feel the ward in her mind. It was a sheet of
power right inside the threshold. Part of her wanted to crawl through
it, just to see what it felt like, but she sat down at the entrance and
waited.

Twenty-Eight stopped next to her, frowning with confusion but following
Merrie's actions.

"Good girl," said Borias as he came up the stairs.

Twenty-Eight moaned.

"And very good girl, Merrie."

Merrie's body shuddered with a tiny orgasm. She loved hearing her name,
and the knowledge that she earned it just added to the growing pleasure.
She squirmed her ass and wagged her tail back and forth.

Borias held their collars to cross through the door, then lead them back
to his room. He gestured for them to enter. "Go on, you be sleeping now."

Twenty-Eight kissed Merrie and crawled into the pile of bitches. Seven
lifted his arm to take her in and curled his body around her.
Twenty-Eight kissed him and snuggled closer; she rested the ends of her
arms on both sides of his cock as she stopped moving.

Merrie smiled as she crawled over to the pile. It was warm and inviting.

Cock Diver lifted her head from the edge of the pile, her eyes not
opening, and tilted it toward Merrie. From behind, Fuckhole moaned and
reached out for Diver, pulling her back in and licking her neck. None of
them woke up fully, just the automatic hunger for sex and comfort.

Borias came out of the room with a rustle of cloth. He was pulling on a
black, silk robe. He had pulled on a pair of shorts but Merrie could see
one of his balls hanging outside from his hasty dressing.

"Why she want be seeing me?" he muttered as he ran his hands through his
hair.

Merrie crawled over and reached up for him.

"Not now, Merrie."

Merrie smirked and pushed his testicle back into his shorts.

"Oh, thank you." He let out a nervous laugh. "I be feeling like a boy
about to go to the principle's office to get spanked. The last time
Tabby be taking me to the stump, she raped my ass for close to an hour."
He stopped and let out his breath. Slowly, he looked down at Merrie as
he adjusted his shorts again. "You be picking up what she wants?"

Merrie shook her head. There was no way the violence in Tabitha's head
was directed toward Borias.

He sighed and checked his hair again. "Don't be mattering. She be asking
and I be coming. I always be coming." Borias chuckled and patted Merrie
on the head. "I be her bitch sometimes. Now, you be good and take care
of the puppies, k?"

Merrie nodded slightly but pouted.

"No, no, not this time."

Merrie got into the begging position, spread her legs wide, pulled her
wrists up to her collar, and barked once.

"Good girl."

She smiled, but didn't move out of the way. She wanted to come with him.
Leaning back on her ankles, she watched as he checked his hair one last
time, then hurried out the door.

Merrie watched the door swinging shut. In the split moment before it
latched shut, she rushed forward and braced it open with her arm. The
edge of the wood dug into her skin as she stared at the opening. Like
most doors in the mill house, the latches were almost impossible for
someone to open without hands or wearing gloves. Once closed, they were
effectively locked into the room until someone opened it.

Borias' footsteps tapped on the stairs. He didn't noticed that she held
the door open.

Merrie's heart pounded in her chest. She was about to break a rule, but
the desire to see what Tabitha wanted called to her. She glanced into
the room with the sleeping bitches, then pushed the door open. She had
to brace it with her side, feeling the door frame scrape against her
flanks before she slipped through.

The door clicked shut and she swooned. There was no doubt, she would be
in trouble. She couldn't open the door and Borias would know that she
followed him. Her body grew hot with excitement and the thrill of
breaking rules. But, she was committed and curious.

Moving slowly, she crawled up the stairs. She did it a dozen times, but
alone in the dark mill house, every creak sent a bolt of fear through
her. Her pulse beat strongly in her ears as she came up to the main
floor and peeked out. The hall was empty and dark.

Trembling, she crawled across the wooden floor and to the front door.
When she looked at the sheet of magic covering it, she let out a sigh of
frustration. She forgot about the ward. She stared at it, wondering if
Borias would punish her if he came back with her sleeping outside his
door. She sighed as she regarded it.

A breeze caught the door and it creaked open. After the fight, it hung
on one hinge and didn't latch. Merrie caught movement on the other side
and peeked through the crack.

Tabitha was walking toward the woods, not to the cemetery but to a
different part of the woods. She moved with sullen steps and Merrie
didn't need to know that the silfae was filled with despair and
something that Merrie had never seen in Tabitha, an emotion that Merrie
couldn't quite put a finger on.

A desire to comfort Tabitha rose up. Merrie regarded the ward again.
Borias said it would shock her like the collars. Her heart beat fast as
she reached out with one arm and touched the energy wall. An electric
charge coursed up her arm and set off her collar, the world exploded
into white heat as she spasmed from the impact.

She cowered on the ground, panting for breath. As soon as she could, she
pushed herself back to her arms and knees. Her tail pressed against her
thigh as she considered going back to the room.

Her curiosity took the better of her. Merrie crawled back as she
prepared to rush the door. Her body trembled as she fought the urge to
not doing it. With a smile, she thought about Bass' cock, the huge
length tearing into her. And the orgasm that followed. She wanted it,
despite the pain. She wanted to be with Borias and Tabitha just as badly.

She bit her lip and charged forward, crawling as fast as she could.

Her collar sparked as she rushed through the door. Every muscle in her
body tensed and she stumbled into the wood floor. Her lip split as she
landed face-first into the porch. She bore down to avoid crying out,
then curled up in a ball until the last of the spasms faded.

Panting, she looked up and was relieved to find herself on the far side.
She staggered to her feet and regarded the house she just escaped. Then
froze as she saw the gaping hole in the side of the great hall. There
was no wards, no charms. She could have just crawled out.

Disgusted with herself and ashamed for not noticing, Merrie crawled down
the porch stairs and across the yard. The grass tickled her body as she
followed after Borias and Tabitha. The world was quiet and only the
moonlight lit her trail. Merrie almost got lost, but she reached out
with her mind until she felt the present of the two. Slowly, she made
her way into the woods.

When she heard them talking, she lowered herself and inched forward.

"... Dixie tried to jump away and I caught him in mid-leap air. Tore
Dixie's legs clean off," Tabitha was describing the scene Merrie saw in
her mind. Merrie shuddered at the memory of it, it was brutal but she
still wished it could have been her underneath Tabitha's attack. "But, I
had to stop, he couldn't take more."

Tabitha sat with her back to Merrie, perched on a stump. She had a large
mug in her hand and the scents of Borias' lager drifted through the wet
leaves and soil.

Borias sat across from her, leaning against a tree. He had a beer of his
own but it was untouched as he looked up at Tabitha. "Still be frustrated?"

Tabitha took a long draw of her beer. "Yes. That bastard got away. No
one gets away from me and... he did."

"I be surprised he not find the other stuff there."

Tabitha tensed up. She said, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Bass' holy symbol be buried there, right under Dixie's stake. Right?"

"How," Tabitha spoke carefully, "did you know that?"

Borias grinned and drank from his mug. He stretched out his feet and
shrugged. "It be one of those places where things just be happening.
There be three ley lines coming into a point there, that be why Grange
hide the teleportation charm there so you not be finding it. And, I know
that Dixie got a lot further away before you be catching him. No way it
be taking three days to hunt him down for cropping and be that close to
the mill. The only reason you put the stake there is to mark something
important."

"Careful, Bori," Tabitha said, "curiosity is a dangerous thing."

Merrie ground herself into the ground. She was underneath a low bush and
in a small indention of earth. But, Tabitha and Borias wouldn't miss her
if they looked, not with their magic and histories.

"But, I be right?"

Tabitha sighed. "Yes."

"Good to be knowing."

"What are you going to do about it?" She drank deeply.

Borias shrugged. "Nothing. It be the boss' secret. I just won't be
burying any bodies there. Some things should be left buried."

"Good, I won't have to kill you. Though it might not matter. An oracle
told Bass that if 'innocent blood was spilled over that which was buried
but not forgotten' then that bitch of a goddess would stop hunting him.
And I did crop Merrie right there. Maybe he is finally safe from being
hunted?"

"I not be knowing that." Borias toyed with his mug. "Prophecies and
geases are nasty things. What is a simple answer rarely is."

"What about yours?"

Borias shrugged and rested his mug in his hands. He looked up at the sky
and let out a long, shuddering breath. "The first be standard. I be
needing a formal pardon from the current royalty of Franome. In writing.
That be the one all criminal mages be getting."

"And the second?" she whispered.

He barked out a bitter laugh. "That one not be standard. I still be
remembering it: when the softest down touches the breath of an innocent
child of my own blood."

"A child."

"I be sterile, all criminals be."

"But, that's impossible then."

"Geas magic won't take effect unless there be some way. Somewhere, there
be the possibility of that phrase becoming true. And then, I be free."

"Did you ever... try to find out?"

"No." Borias shook his head before he said, "not being able to go within
a five hundred kilometers of Franome City not be that bad. I not be
welcome in that city and... there be bad memories and enemies there. And
men I not want to be meeting still think I be in Abbinkey." He smiled
and held up his untouched mug to Tabitha. "No, I be liking my life here
and never want to be going back."

"Good." Tabitha lifted her mug to her lips, but froze. Slowly, she
turned it on its side but nothing poured out. "Damn it."

She looked around and tears glittered in her eyes. "Damn the ancestors."
Her voice cracked as she whispered to herself.

"Tabby?" Borias sounded concerned.

"He killed one of my bitches, Bori." Her voice cracked again and the mug
shook in her hand. "That fucking bastard killed one of my puppies and I
couldn't defend her. It isn't Bass' promises, but they are pack. I have
to defend my pack and I couldn't!"

Borias handed over his mug. Tabitha took it and drank deep.

"I be so sorry. If it wasn't for me."

"No," Tabitha muttered, "he played us all. If it wasn't for your geas,
it would be something else. He used us and... and then he just got
away." She set down the glass and buried her head in her hands. "Damn
it, when we were adventuring, no one ever got away from me. And he did.
And I can't do anything about it!"

Borias stood up and came over to her. He opened his arms to hug her, but
hesitated as if he was afraid she would bite. Then, he wrapped his arms
around her and held her tight.

Tabitha pulled away, turning into profile for Merrie's view. She tensed
up as she spoke curtly. "What are you doing?"

"Humans call it comforting," he said in a voice of humor and tension.

"I'm not human."

"No, but I be. And you be crying."

"I don't cry," she insisted as she wiped her eyes.

Borias lowered himself to his knees in front of her, still holding her
tight. "Then you be comforting me while I be crying. She be one of my
girls too. I love them all. Not only I can't be hunting Grange, but I
can't be near him when he dies. I be never getting closure, even if he
comes back. You, my lovely wolf bitch, will be ripping his throat out
and I only be hearing it during the winter dinners."

Tabitha said nothing as she stared into his face. She set down the glass
but her eyes never left his gaze.

Borias shifted to get comfortable on his knees. "What?"

"Bori?"

"Yes, Tabby?"

"If I ask you something, will you promise never to tell anyone?"

"You know I be never tell anyone. Besides, if I be breaking a promise,
you be tearing me a new asshole."

Tabitha smiled and it reached her bright eyes. "This is important."

"Then I swear by Azus, the god of mages and thieves, I won't be telling
anyone."

She didn't respond.

Borias kept his hands on her waist, holding her as he stared into her face.

Tabitha whispered something.

He leaned forward. "Sorry."

"Just once?" asked Tabitha in a louder voice. "Will you... just once?"

Borias cocked his head, not understanding.

Tabitha reached up and pulled off her top. Her small breasts, perky and
tipped with dark nipples stood up. She inhaled sharply as she looked
down at Borias.

He knelt there, mouth open in shock. "You want be fucking me? Me ass?"

"No," came the cracked reply, "not as my bitch. As my... my..." She
wrapped her arms around her breasts.

"Your lover?" whispered Borias.

Tabitha nodded curtly, her back tight with tension.

He reached up and stroked her bare shoulders. "You not be having to do
this, Tabby. I be loving you no matter what." His voice was soft, barely
audible to Merrie who couldn't move as she stared with fascination.

"No," she whispered, "I need something. Something that violence can't
answer. No blood, no tearing. I need... need..." She sniffed. "You are a
good man, Bori. Probably the best human worth keeping."

He smiled.

"I don't know how to be compassionate. I don't know how to be nice. But,
I need it. Just tonight. Just the two of us. Please?"

Borias nodded. "All you be doing is to ask."

"Bori?" she whispered, her voice cracking even more.

"Yes, Tabby?"

"I'm asking."

Borias nodded once. He lowered his hands to her hips and worked at her
skirt. She lifted her ass as he pulled it away from her and let it drop
to the ground. "You be beautiful."

"Shut up," she said with a sob.

He eased her legs apart. Merrie felt her breath growing hotter as he
lowered his head to her crotch.

Tabitha shivered at the touch, then arched her back. A tiny gasp escaped
her lips as she spread her legs more.

Borias' hands reached around her ass, cupping the tight curves he pulled
her onto his mouth. His head bobbed up and down as he licked her.

She whimpered as she clutched his head, holding him there as she bucked
into his face. She gasped as her body grew tighter, the tension in her
legs picking her off the stump, but he held her tight as he licked her.

The scent of Tabitha's sex drifted past Merrie. It was strong and
bitter, but also with just a hint of flavor that reminded Merrie of
Burgundy wine. Merrie drank in the smell, jealousy she couldn't join but
she knew she wasn't invited to this. She should even be watching, but
she couldn't take her eyes off the two.

Borias took her time, lapping and licking for almost a half hour. He
squirmed out of his robe and shorts so they were both naked. His head
never stopped moving and he clutched to her ass as if she was a life raft.

Tabitha moaned loudly, her fingernails digging into the side of his head.

He pulled her down into his lap and Tabitha sank down into it. Merrie
watched as Borias' cock slid into the thick bush of Tabitha's sex, but
it stopped.

"Be tight."

Tabitha wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs. "I haven't
had a cock in me for fifty-seven years."

"Well, then-" He wrapped one arm around her waist to grab her buttock.
His other slid to her neck, his fingers digging into the sides. His
muscles bunched up as he forced her down.

Tabitha let out a low, growl. It was a primal sound, hungry and
desperate. Centimeter by centimeter, she sank down on his cock. Her body
tensed as she clutched to him, wrapping her legs around his waist and
her arms around his neck.

Borias' knuckles grew white as he pulled her down, impaling her with
agonizing slowness.

Merrie held her breath as she watched the cock disappear into the
silfae's tight body. She trembled with anticipation and the fear of
being caught. It wasn't until Borias was seated fully into Tabitha that
her heart resumed beating.

The two lovers held each other tight, not moving. Borias' fingers dug
into Tabitha's body, clutching to her as if she was going to run away.
For a long moment, they didn't move as they stared into each other's eyes.

Tabitha started by only moving her hips, rocking forward and then back.
His body tensed at the movement as she swirled his cock inside her body,
working it in circles instead of pumping like Merrie always did. "Is
this right?" she whispered.

"There be nothing you can ever do wrong," he whispered back.

Tabitha leaned over, her breast ground against his chest and kissed
Borias on the lips. It was a hesitant kiss, as if she wasn't sure of
herself, but Borias pulled her close and kissed her back.

"I be loving you, Tabby."

"Bori, I can't-"

He silenced her with another kiss.

Tabitha continued to move her hips in circles, her thick public meshing
with Borias' with every shift of their bodies. She was panting and
Merrie could see her fingers digging into Borias' back in time with her
movements.

Merrie knew it was time to leave. She gave one last look to the two
mages. Borias held Tabitha tight against his chest, one hand on the back
of her neck and one against her ass. She held him as she rocked her
hips, fucking with slow, unsteady movements of a virgin goddess. They
were lost in each other and nothing else mattered.

Slowly, Merrie pushed herself to her arms and knees and backed away.

Some things needed to be private.

**

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