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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 78: Oath-Bound
by t'Sade

Being arrested by the highest ranking knight in the country is a
terrifying thing. Being lead into a featureless room deep in the depths
of the World Tree, where people could disappear without even a hint of
trial.

(HF anal viol cons magic)

**

Despite catching Kirin in the aftermath of the battle, with her infernal
marks glowing brightly and surrounded by destruction and corrosion,
Alestri obviously didn't consider the guild mistress to be a threat.
Instead, she assigned a single Resolute, a lesser-ranked knight, to
guard her and promptly ignored the naked woman.

Kirin gracefully ignored the Loyal and barely acknowledged the Resolute
as she strode forward down a featureless hall, leading the group of
seven knights, Merrie, and herself into the darkness. She appeared to
know where she was going. Every few steps, she casually drank from a
bottle held between two knuckles and the manacles around her wrists clinked.

Next to her, the Resolute flinched every time and Kirin only chuckled at
his discomfort.

Merrie, on the other hand, was surrounded by the remaining six knights
and she was feeling very nervous at the brandished weapons above her.

Alestri marched on one side of her. With every step, the heavy thud of
her spear struck the ground and flashes of power curled up from the
impact. The armor barely made a whisper of noise, only the faint scuff
of metal on crystal. If Merrie wasn't less than a meter away from it,
she would have missed it under the scrape of metal from the Resolute's
armor.

There was another Loyal on the other side of her, a man of some sort
wielding a heavy hammer.

Like the Loyals, Resolutes wore plate armor engraved with leaf and vine
patterns and tinged green. But, the similarities ended there. While the
Loyal's armor was graceful and elegant, the Resolute's plate mail was
ponderous and loud. It also, Merrie noticed, had considerably less
protection spells embedded into the metal.

Merrie was too tired to look further. The exhaustion from the fighting
and the agony of her collaring had left her weak and trembling. But,
every time she stumbled, one of the Resolutes would smack her naked ass
or thigh with their scabbard to encourage her to keep crawling down the
hall. It stung, but there was nothing to do besides trudge down the
hall. She didn't even have enough energy to be submissive and she
couldn't stir the will to keep her ears and tail from drooping.

Tamin followed her in the Shadows, poised to strike. They both knew that
neither would survive a fight against a Loyal, much less two. It didn't
stop his nervousness and protectiveness from seeping into her thoughts.

She yawned, but stumbled when a wave of dizziness slammed into her. She
staggered to the side and bumped against Alestri's thigh. The metal was
hot against her skin before the Loyal kicked her back into the center of
the hall.

Whimpering softly, Merrie hung her head and focused on crawling. Her
muscles trembled with the effort and her eyes no longer focused. But,
despite her exhaustion, she couldn't miss the weight around her neck.
The heavy collar rested against the back of her neck and the heavy ring
bumped against her collar with every step. It was an erratic beat and
she was reminded of her first master's triple beat against her clitoris
every time he fingered her. A smile curled the corner of her lip as she
remembered how he pushed her into an orgasm with nothing but his fingers.

Her body responded to her thoughts, a heated pleasure tickling her sex
and a quickening of her breath. The collar was more than just a ring of
heavy metal, the spells had sunk into her mind and body and bound her in
a way she had never felt before. The heat inside her rose up and she let
out a soft moan of need.

Instantly, the six knight's gripped their weapons tightly and the
tension bore down on her. They were afraid of her. No, the Resolutes
were afraid of her. The Loyals were wary and ready to strike. She
shivered at the thought that the two knights were capable of
slaughtering her before she even got a single spell off.

Merrie glanced up at Kirin. (Why am I the one surrounded? I don't have
anything left to cast.)

Kirin looked over her shoulder. Her hair fluttered and her eyes were an
intense sapphire as she looked over Merrie. "Maybe they think you're
still a threat?"

Alestri growled. "No speaking."

Kirin's gaze shifted over to the Loyal. "Technically, Bitch is telepathic."

"I know," came the sharp response, "but Loyal Alestri doesn't have the
words to describe what she does. Speaking is sufficient for reasonable
intelligent individuals."

Merrie looked at the Loyal with surprise, then fought back a sudden
yawn. She failed and stumbled.

Behind her, one of the Resolutes bumped her ass with his spear to
encourage her to walk. She was tempted to snap back, but she heard the
creak of Loyal Alestri's gauntlets around the haft of her spear. Energy
crawled around her, setting her hairs on end from the hundreds of
layered spells that were enchanted into the knight's armor and her weapon.

She withdrew into her own thoughts and explored the collar. The circuit
that had almost destroyed had forged a connection in her mind. It wasn't
the bond she had with her master or the one with Tamin, but it felt
similar. Instead of being organic, the new connection felt crystalline
like a psionic spell. It was the connection to her master, but she was
her own Alpha. Concentrating, she sent a pulse of curiosity through the
connection.

She felt it coursing into the collar and then out again, blossoming in
her mind from a second connection to the collar. To her surprise, what
she felt wasn't her mind anymore. Somehow, by being passed through the
shadow stone in the ring, it had changed to the point it felt like
another mind had just projected into her. Her heart pulsed from the heat
of it and she let out a long, gasping breath.

Alestri's helm turned to look at her, but Merrie gave her a weak smile
before concentrating on the collar again. With a twist of her thoughts,
she managed to isolate the two new connections. They were raw, as if she
was freshly pierced. Tentatively, she concentrated on one and sent out a
projected though. (Good... girl?)

No thought came through the connection. She sighed, wondering if somehow
something was ruined by the shadow stone. Then, she sent the same
thought through the other. (Good girl.)

It came through as a command, but it wasn't her thoughts. The smokey
words echoed across her mind and her sex clamped at the familiarity of
it. Her master had spoken and she had to obey.

Elation filled her and her tail wagged weakly across her naked rump.
Pushing back the fuzziness of her exhaustion, she sent a command through
the first one. (Speak.)

Nothing came through, the thought didn't pass through the collar.
Tentatively, she sent it across the other. It blossomed across her mind
and she was driven to obey before she could even comprehend the words.
Her throat sized up for a moment before she barked loudly in the hallway.

Instantly, the knights stepped back. The Resolutes' were unskilled and
bumped against the walls, but both Loyals went instantly into a
defensive maneuver. Energy rolled off their weapons and their armor, the
power around her pressing down on her senses and sending a tremor of
fear through her veins.

Sheepishly, Merrie drooped her ears and tail. (Sorry.)

"Loyal Alestri says keep silent." There was a pulse of a domination
spell, a magical command. It washed over Merrie's thoughts, demanding to
be obeyed, but for the first time in many years, Merrie realized she
didn't have to obey. She had a mistress now, someone with absolute
control over her, and she would only obey if her mistress commanded her
to. Though, the collar didn't stop the yearning to obey.

Merrie's smile grew wider and she gave a soft, gasping bark before
crawling after Kirin.

The guild mistress grinned before she turned to the side. She handed the
empty wine bottle to her Resolute. "Take this," she ordered before
accelerating down the hall.

The guard stared at the bottle in his hand for a moment, then rushed
after her with it still in his hand.

A few minutes later, they came up to the end of the hallway. Like the
entrance, there was a single door at the end, but there were no visible
handle or hinges. Kirin's guard continued forward and used his free hand
to press against the center of the door. Runes flared to life in the
wooden carvings and the door clicked open from eight bolts. With a
creak, it swung open and Merrie saw another hallway but one lined with
doors. At the far end was another handle-less door.

The floor of the hallways began to glow. Ripples of power radiated from
the door that just opened, coursing down the length of the hall and past
the furthest door. A soft voice spoke up from nowhere, echoing down the
hall in a whisper. "The Sun Crest Door has opened. Eight knights, two
strangers, one unnatural creature. The Sun Crest Door has opened. Eight
knights, two strangers, one unnatural creature. The Sun---" The voice
continued and Merrie shivered at the sound of it. It was just at the
edge of her hearing and it felt like the words were burrowing into her head.

Alestri and the other Loyal spun around. Their visors glowed for a
moment as they stared into the hallway and through the walls around them.

Merrie followed their gaze, pushing her senses past the thin barrier of
Shadows to where Tamin stood there, a black form among the darkness.
(Tamin, they can detect you.)

Tamin stepped back, but the dual beams of the crystalline visors caught
him and he froze.

"It is the shadow dog," said the other Loyal, his voice just as
crystalline as Alestri's. "A threat?"

"Yes," said Alestri. She turned to Merrie. "Loyal Alestri says get rid
of him."

Merrie looked up, a faint tremor rippling through her body. She was
about to shake her head when she noticed Kirin watching her. She shifted
her attention over to her guild mistress who shook her head and made a
shooing gesture.

Not wanting to abandon her hound, Merrie reached out. (Why do I have to
send him away? He's my protector.)

"Bitch, send him away."

(Why?)

"Because, I've been here before and I know what's beyond this door.
Trust me, he isn't needed here nor will he be able to stop the Loyals if
they decide to kill you."

She glanced at the Loyals and then to Tamin. She could see him as
clearly as if he was standing next to her. (Keep close?)

(I can't, Alpha,) his thoughts were filled with frustration. He
projected what he saw. There was no door in the hallway, just a solid
wall. There was no hint of the door or even the opening. There was
nothing. (I need to stay near you.)

She sent a pulse of sadness. (I know, but not this time. I have to trust
Kirin.)

For a long moment, Tamin did nothing. Then he got up and started to walk
away. (If you get hurt, I will kill her.) His thoughts were tight and
angry, but Merrie knew why. He was going to protect her until the day he
died and the dread of that moment hung over both of them.

She sent a pulse of love. (Be safe.)

He responded with a wave of affection and then he was gone.

Merrie turned and looked at Kirin.

Kirin nodded and said, "Good girl." The words gave her no comfort.

The knights led both Kirin and Merrie into one of the rooms off the
second hallway. It was large room, about four meters by three, with a
table in the center. Four chairs had been lined up against the wall.

"Loyal Alestri," announced the knight, "says stay here."

Kirin bowed briefly. "Of course, Loyal. Could I get something to drink?
Maybe a nice bottle from the 800s?"

Alestri shook her head and tapped her spear against the ground.

"Why?" Kirin's smirk curled the edge of her lip.

"You gain power from alcohol. It would not be wise of Loyal Alestri to
arm her enemies. Loyal Alestri demands that you do not engage in
fornication or any other triggers for your infernal powers."

"Come now," Kirin said with a smile and a twinkle of blue in her eyes,
"do you really think I'm that much of a threat?"

"Everyone is a threat." The knight spun on her heels and strode out of
the room. The other knights followed. The door slammed shut, the impact
shaking the air. A moment later, the walls glowed as wards were placed
around the room, sealing the two of them inside. Layers of spell added
to the wards, glowing brilliantly in Merrie's mind. After a few seconds,
the energy was blinding and she had to withdraw her senses to see
anything else.

Kirin's smirk dropped instantly. "I swear to the devils that own my
soul, that girl shoves that spear further up her ass every time I meet
her. A few more times and we'll be able to spit-roast her."

Merrie sat down, her bare ass against the cold wood. She felt tiny and
vulnerable in the room, cut off from the Shadows and alone except for
her naked guild mistress.

"How are you doing, Bitch?"

She fought a yawn and failed. (Exhausted and everything aches.) She
rotated her shoulders. (Where are we?)

"In the roots of the World Tree, in a place that most people don't know
about."

(Have you've ever been here?)

Kirin nodded as she strolled over to the table with food. Her cock swung
back and forth with her movements and the infernal runes on her belly
pulsed softly with her heartbeat. "Yes, about thirty years ago." She
stopped and sighed with a little shake of her head.

(What happened?)

Sadness hung over Kirin in a cloud. "I shouldn't have said that. I
forgot how much it hurts to think about Coe. But," she looked at Merrie
with a sad smile, "compared to what you've gone through and how strong
you've remained, well..."

//She was on her back, lost in mounds of pillows. Pleasure filled her,
hot and sharp. It throbbed the rune of sex on her stomach, the only one
she would ever accept. Just having him was enough and worth the price of
the single mark. She moaned and spread her legs further. "More, lick it
harder."//

//Coe, beautiful Coe, knelt between her legs with one knee on his
shoulder. When he lifted his head, his face glistened with her juices.
He opened his mouth, revealing the sharp teeth and thick, long tongue.
Not a word was needed as he delved back down. A heartbeat later, his
tongue was snaking into her, reaching the places she could only dream of.//

Merrie's pussy clenched at the polished memory. It had the haze of
constant remembrance and the sense of importance in Kirin's life. (You
didn't have a cock then.)

"No, that was before my next mistake. A few months later, I was sitting
right there," she gestured to the table, "sobbing with Coe's blood and
ichor on my hands. He tried to start a revolt against the Royal Family
and dragged me along."

Sadness loomed over her as Kirin grabbed a chair and pulled it up to the
table. "I had to kill him. My best friend and lover. He gave me purpose
in life, but he was going to take me down a path I couldn't go. The same
thing that drove me to get these," she tapped the runes on her belly.
"We all make mistakes. We all have to make decisions. They say it is
easy to make a choice. It should be obvious. But, when you're in the
middle of... all of it, you'll find that what you should have done," she
looked up and a tear ran down her cheek, "isn't obvious."

Merrie crawled over to her, sitting down next to her chair. (I'm sorry.)

Kirin took a deep breath. "It's in the past."

(Why didn't they...,) she struggled with the thought.

"Kill me for treason? Oh, it got close to that. I was so frightened as
they threatened me with Abbinkey, execution, you name it. I think I was
down here for days before I cracked. What I didn't know is that if I was
in this room," she tapped the table, "then I was actually in pretty good
shape."

(Why?)

"The Loyals are the sword of the Royal Family. Just as the Family can
interrupt court cases, like Claston did with Rakin, they can find people
guilty without a lot of legal wrangling. If you were truly a threat to
the country or the Royal Family, they would have just killed you right
then and there."

(So, I should be happy that I'm locked in a room in a hidden dungeon
that no one knows about?)

Kirin's eyes twinkled. "I would be."

Merrie shivered at the realization how close she got to death. (But, I
destroyed part of the World Tree. And summoned the Lord of Shadows
and... made it bigger.)

"If I didn't have an incredibly tight sphincter at that moment, I
probably would have shitted myself. I don't think I had ever seen
anything that..." (evil,) finished the guilty thought.

(I've seen them before, they hang around me. I,) she remember the Lord's
only coherent though, (feed them.)

Kirin stroked Merrie's head. "I can't imagine being close to anything
that destructive. Which makes it strange that you are comfortable with a
creature of darkness and destruction, but a mere Loyal terrifies you."

Merrie thought about the Lord's final thoughts, a brief moment where its
mind and hers could understand each other. She tensed at the thought and
shook her head to clear her mind. (I think I know what it wants.)

"Well, I'm going to insist it pays ten times your usual rate if you're
going to fuck it."

Surprised, Merrie looked at Kirin for a moment, then began to giggle.

Kirin smirked and then began to laugh. It was a dry, exhausted laugh
that sounded thin in the room, but the brief moment of humor seemed to
lighten both of their spirits. After it died down, Kirin and clutched
her head, "I seriously need a drink."

Merrie sighed and leaned against the chair and Kirin's thigh. (I need to
crawl into my cage and sleep for a week.)

Kirin chuckled again and leaned back. Her hand remained on Merrie's
head, stroking the ridge of Merrie's ear with slow, sensual strokes.

With a moan, Merrie closed her eyes and wished that sleep would grab
her. But, after a few moments, she became aware of her collar again and
her attention focused on the heavy weight. (Kirin?)

"Yes, Bitch?"

(How did you know I was in trouble?)

"You're always in trouble."

Merrie rolled her eyes. (I wasn't last week when I was doing that ten
thriban gang-bang.)

"Yes, but that delivery girl is never going to deliver again."

(Sure she will, that's why she joined the guild, isn't it?) Merrie
smirked at the thought of the young woman who came to deliver food and
ended up being in a sandwich of her own.

"Yes, And she's turning out to be a size queen at that." Kirin took a
deep breath and tapped the table. "Speaking of which, up on the table."

(Why?) Merrie could feel the anticipation rising and her ears perked up
with a flush of heat that tickled her senses.

Kirin grinned. "Because you're exhausted and drained. And, uptight Loyal
or not, it is my duty to serve my members. And you need to fuck."

Grinning, Merrie crawled up on a chair and then on the table. The order
was already brimming in Kirin's mind and she let it wash over her,
submitting to the silent command. Her knees spread apart as she stopped
in front of her, turning around to present herself to the guild mistress.

"Present."

Merrie moaned at the command as it echoed in the room. She parted her
knees as far as she could and lifted her ass off the table. The familiar
rush of cooler air against her sex almost pushed her into an orgasm as
she pushed herself to her limits. Her outer labia spread open, letting
the air caress her clitoris and opening.

"I find it fascinating," two fingers caressed along Merrie's inner folds
and she found it hard to concentrate, "that you are so subtle when you
do that. Most of the time, I know when you're reading my mind, but when
I'm about to give an order, you are already moving. Though," she
chuckled as she stroked Merrie's clitoris, "I don't really order you
like this."

Merrie moaned and ground her breasts into the table. It was cool to the
touch but it was the hardness against her nipples that added to the
delicate caresses. She pushed back with soft whimpers, unwilling to
project or communicate as anything but a bitch.

"And, to answer your question, I knew there was something wrong when a
baby paladin---" Kirin jammed her finger into Merrie's sex, burying it
to the second knuckle with one hard stroke.

With a gasp, Merrie clutched the table with her wrists, splaying out her
legs and pushing back. Kirin's fingers felt good against her insides,
the guild mistress knew how to touch a woman and Merrie was soon rocking
her hips in time with the short strokes.

"---came into the guild hall. Young man, maybe in his early twenties. He
was so desperate to tell me about all the power I would gain if I
somehow collared this woman in the Shadowed District."

Merrie tensed sharply, her pussy clamping down on Kirin's finger, but
the guild mistress just added a third finger and jammed in harder. The
pleasure was distracting from the dread that began to rise up. (Paladin?
Of Lemetri?)

"Yes, though I'm surprised you've heard of them."

(They killed my master.) With her thoughts came a flash of the memories
of the night he died.

Kirin's thrusting faltered for a moment and then she stopped. "Oh, poor
girl, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

Merrie rested her cheek against the table. (It was... it was hard to get
over.)

"You don't talk about it much. I knew you created the Shadowed District.
Was that because of his death?"

A blush burned Merrie's cheeks. (I didn't want to forget him. It was a
grave.)

"I remember your master, from the memory that you just showed me. He
seemed like a nice guy, but it was his companion that caught my
attention." Kirin let out a little laugh. "I don't know how she did it
and I never saw her get within a meter of him, but she managed to steal
the pants off Claston."

Merrie grinned at the memory that welled up, of her master.... She
frowned at a strange thought. Whenever she thought of him, there was a
blurring of identities which is why she thought of him as her master.
But, she had a new mistress now and the closeness she felt with Kine had
separated when she collared herself. With a start, she realized she
could think of his name again. A bitter loss slammed into her and she
closed her eyes tightly.

Kirin returned to her stroking, pumping in and out with wet strokes.
With her other hand, she grabbed the base of Merrie's tail and circle
her finger around her tightly clenched asshole. "I think this room just
brings up bad memories."

A tingle of power coursed over Merrie's senses. She reached out with her
mind even as she pushed back on the fingers, fucking herself as fast as
Kirin plunged three fingers into her sex. The sensations were a sweet
balm against her exhaustion and the trickle of energy began to spread
out across her body. She used it to push out harder, exploring the
wards. The magic was blinding around her but she felt around looking for
a weakness. The wards were as powerful as they weren't subtle. She gave
up after a few minutes. They were both locked in until someone freed them.

Kirin's thrust faster, plunging four fingers into Merrie's sex. Her
fingers were everywhere: caressing Merrie's labia, tickling her insides,
even the light touches against her clitoris all brought her rushing
toward an orgasm.

Merrie braced herself on the table and pushed back, unable to do
anything other than let the guild mistress hold her by her tail and
finger her. She whimpered softly. Her legs trembled with the effort to
keep her knees parted and she strained to squeeze down on the fingers.

With a soft chuckle, Kirin added her thumb and ground against Merrie's
sex. "I've seen how many thriban you fuck. This should just..." she
shoved hard. Her fist stretched Merrie's lips, pushing them almost to
the point of discomfort.

The growing pain only added to Merrie's pleasure. With a cry, she shoved
back and then let out a loud, guttural whine as she felt the knuckles
slide past the ring of her sex and, with a sucking sensation, Kirin's
entire fist sinking into her tight, slick hole.

"What a slut," said Kirin with a laugh. She ground down on Merrie's
tail, holding it still as she shoved her fingers deep into Merrie,
exploring her insides before drawing it back out. Clear liquid dribbled
down Merrie's thighs as she was shoved and pulled by the fist impaling her.

(You,) Merrie moaned again, (were saying?)

"Way to ruin the mood, Bitch."

Merrie grinned. (Then fuck me harder.)

"No." Kirin slowed down and Merrie whimpered. "But, where was I? In the
story?"

(Lemetri.) Merrie hated even thinking the name of the goddess who killed
Kine.

"Yeah. So, this baby paladin comes in trying to sell me all the powers
in the world. The problem is, his masters made a rather... significant
mistake by not telling him about the guild's relationship with their
bitch. You see, the Whore's Guild and Lemetri have been at odds for
years, ever since the purge of the old guards, we've been fighting
through politics and---"

An icy shiver coursed down Merrie's spine. She froze, fighting against
Kirin's pumping. (Purge?)

"You probably don't remember that. Back when I was a little slut and
junior member of the guild, Lemetri used to be known as one of the party
goddesses. She was one hell of a slut and so were her followers. They
threw the biggest parties, ordered lagers by the barrels and whores by
the dozen. And then, after spending a night of drinking and fucking,
then went out and destroyed evil. Usually drunk and high."

Merrie frowned. Kirin's description didn't seem to match anything she
had seen of Lemetri.

"Their paladins were amazing. Lemetri gave them healing and stamina
powers and they would," Kirin let out a soft moan, "pound and fuck for
hours." She empathized the point by ramming her fist into Merrie,
shoving until her knuckles smacked against Merrie's cervix, then pulling
out.

Every millimeter of movement brought waves of pleasure and Merrie almost
lost her balance. She braced herself against the table, listening
through the soft moans escaping her throat and the tremors that shook
her exhausted muscles.

"They could come on a dime and, when they did, they kept coming and
coming. And Lemetri liked them big, really big. That goddess had a thing
for huge cocks, if you know what I mean. And, liked it nice and rough too."

Merrie's tail began to wag faster. She panted as she imagined Bass
fucking a slender girl, pounding as the yellow-green healing energies
rolled off their bodies.

"Like most paladins, they were oath-bound. They had the usual promises
not to hurt innocent and defeat evil, but when you can heal as fast as
you can fuck, there is a bit more leniency. A little blood didn't matter
when the next stroke would heal it right back up. And Lemetri encouraged
it. Fuck, she was doing it herself. Taking on dragons and giants,
fucking them until they passed out and then cutting their throats.
During those times, the Whore's Guild and her followers were in bed with
each other. By royal decree, we even rented out the entire guild to them
when they came back from the Blood River War."

She said nothing for a long moment, just pumped her fingers in and out.
The strokes were fast and deep, caressing every nerve in Merrie's body.
An orgasm burned its way through Merrie's veins, but Kirin kept it
flaring with more strokes and twisting that never stopped the pleasure.

Merrie's submission to her guild mistress added to her pleasure. She
didn't want to stop, couldn't stop. She knew she could, by giving
herself an order, but she didn't want to. Pleasure coursed through her
veins and pushed away the exhaustion.

"It was a late night party. Me and seven others were taking on three of
Lemetri's. The wine and cum was flowing and everyone was having a grand
time." She sighed. "Six of them came in, all paladins of Lemetri and
armored for battle. At first, we thought they were going to join in, but
they just... killed their own. They didn't say a word and didn't give
anyone a chance to speak. Just walked in," Kirin's stroking paused, "and
killed them. And all the other whores too. I only got away because I was
buried underneath a bunch of pillows and two of the bodies."

Kirin inhaled with a shuddering gasp. "I thought they were coating me
with cum. I didn't know it was their own blood. When I finally realized
it, though, they were gone. It wasn't until later that I found out that
Lemetri was tired of being known as a slut, so she came up with a new
image. She was going to be the goddess of justice and honor... well, one
of six gods currently in that domain. But, a reputation for being
clean-cut and honorable doesn't really fit with someone known for
partying hard. She came up with a new image, but she had to make the
world forget. So, in a single night, she withdrew her healing powers
from the old guard and sent her new paladins to purge them from the
world." Kirin's voice grew tense and angry.

"After that, she was all about the traitors to justice and how she
finally saw through the corruption. Sickening, to say the least."

Merrie stared at the table top, the afterglow growing sour. She thought
about the horror that Bass felt in his memories when a girl died on his
cock. She never wondered why Lemetri had abandoned him, but she assumed
he had done something to earn it. Now, she wasn't sure.

Deep inside, something stirred. She couldn't go back to find out.
Nothing in the world would force her to return to the Puppy Mill. But,
for the briefest of moments she wished she could comfort her rapist.

"Now, there are no more old paladins of Lemetri. Every single one was
killed that night. Ever since, Lemetri's paladins are straight-laced
assholes who will do anything for the greater good. Of course," Kirin
said in a soft voice, "in the years since then, everyone forgot that
Lemetri was another goddess entirely. And that poor baby paladin didn't
know that the Whore's Guild is one place Lemetri would never welcomed.

Merrie thought about Bass, hiding at the Puppy Mill. He had been
attacked more than once by the paladins of Lemetri. No doubt, to truly
remove any chance the public would remember Lemetri's old reputation.
She thought about the violence and horror, all to polish a goddess'
past. (What happened to the baby paladin?)

"He," Kirin's voice was tense, "was a threat to my guild."

No more questions were needed for a long moment. Merrie came hard twice
before Kirin pulled her dripping hand out.

"Turn around."

Merrie obeyed and knelt down, opening her mouth so Kirin could place the
heated fingers in her mouth. With a soft moan vibrating in her throat,
Merrie licked Kirin's fingers clean, lapping between the digits and
along the palm until she could no longer taste herself. As she did, her
collar bumped against Kirin's wrist and Merrie felt it catching on the
engagement ring.

(Why did you put the ring on my collar?)

Kirin frowned as she pulled back her hand. She rested it on her belly
where the infernal mark for sex pulsed weakly against her pale skin. The
rune appeared to be melted into the skin with gold and sapphire, but
there was no wound or bump where flesh ended and metal began.

"The ring?" Kirin's eyes flickered down to Merrie's collar. "But, it was
already on the collar."

Merrie shook her head, a minute maneuver that she wasn't sure she even
made it.

Kirin's eyes widened. With a gasp, she held her hand over her mouth.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I-I thought you were doing that on purpose. I would
have never done that... do you think that is why the Lord and... all
that damage?" She leaned back. "Fuck, I did destroy the World Tree,
didn't I? It's all my fault."

Gulping, Merrie reached out and rested her wrist against Kirin's
shoulder. (No, actually, you saved me.)

Kirin's face was pale as she stared at Merrie. "You're just saying that."

Merrie shook her head. She gathered up the memories of those last
moments, when the Lord somehow interjected the engagement ring into the
painful feedback circuit that was destroying her mind. She peeled away
the pain and agony before gently pushing it into Kirin's thoughts.

The guild mistress tensed as she struggled with the sudden memories.
Merrie had not projected to her often and almost everyone struggled with
the foreign thoughts mixing in with their own. As the last of the memory
sank in, Kirin let out a soft grunting noise. "You scare me, Bitch, do
you know that?"

In response, Merrie flatted her ears against her head and pulled back.

Kirin grabbed her by the collar but then snatched her hand away. "Sorry.
No, it isn't that bad of a thing. I mean, you do scare me. I've only
gotten hints of what you're capable of doing. You're powerful, more
powerful than probably anyone in the Whore's Guild. But, what scares me
more is that the more you are ground into the earth, the more you shine."

She gave a smile and teased Merrie's ears into standing up again. "We
were so worried when you were gone for three days. For three days you
were raped by Rakin and when we finally found you, you had saved
yourself. And, ever since, I can feel the power inside you. It is dark
and sexy and sweet and wonderful."

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "And while I will probably never
know what you're capable of doing, I'm just utterly happy that I've seen
you blossom in a beautiful woman who has survived when almost anyone
else would have jumped off a bridge."

Merrie blushed. (I tried that, it didn't work.)

"See, just one more reason... wait," Kirin stared at her in shock, "you
tried to kill yourself?"

Sighing, Merrie nodded. (I failed. There is an enchantment on me that
prevents me from killing myself. It was put on because I was going to be
sold to Rakin five years ago, but like everything else, it doesn't seem
to go away.)

"I wonder why."

(I survive because I have no choice. I'm not that strong.)

Kirin pulled her close and kissed her lips. "Bad girl," she whispered.
"You're still incredible. And I would do anything for you."

Merrie leaned forward until their lips caressed. She parted her lips and
kissed harder, her tongue slipping out slightly to taste the alcohol on
Kirin's lips and the warmth of the woman's breath.

As they kissed, Merrie felt the curls of need rising up inside Kirin. It
was a longing but she was fighting it. Curious, Merrie delved deeper
into the guild mistress' mind, working her way past the insecurities and
fetishes looking for the source of the longing.

Kirin was horny. Not just the urge to fuck, but a craving for power. She
felt it before, it was the same need that Borias and Rakin both longed
for. But, where Borias desired death and Rakin embraced his anger, Kirin
was driven by more than just one desire. She could feel the infernal
marks tugging on Kirin's mind: begging her to rape Merrie, to drown her
in wine, to rip her open on the cock, and to burn her with acid. Even
the marks of gold and sapphire tugged on her, all of them whispering in
the back of Kirin's mind with barely heard voices.

The guild mistress was exhausted and even Merrie could pick up on the
voices. They were guttural and slithering, tugging on her mind with
their closeness. Kirin was better at hiding it from her face, but she
was almost drained to her limits when she protected the city from
Merrie's pain.

Kirin broke the kiss and pushed back. "No, we can't be doing that right
now. The Loyal told us not to."

Merrie didn't need to read Kirin's mind to know that she was lying. Her
tail wagged back and forth as she knew what she was going to do. A smile
quirked the corner of her lip as she looked over her mistress from head
to cock. As she focused on Kirin's thick, horse-like cock, her tail
wagged faster.

"What are you doing?"

(Serving my mistress.)

Kirin stepped back. "No, we aren't doing that. Do you know what I do to
my lovers?"

Her tail tagging faster, Merrie smiled at her. (You said anything.)

"No," Kirin said with a whisper, but there was hope in her voice.

(I can regenerate.)

"It isn't that fast. When I blow, it's pure acid, Bitch. It will burn
you out from the inside. I've sent more than one lover to the healers
that way."

Merrie inched forward, scooting on her rear until her wrists rested on
the edge of the table. (I want your cock.)

"You're always horny," whimpered Kirin. Her breath came faster and her
large breasts rose and fall as she struggled with her need and self-control.

(And you're exhausted too. I can't give you wine or spirits, but I know
that three of these---) Merrie reached out and caressed Kirin's belly
with the end of her arm. As she did, the three pulsating runes glowed
underneath the touch. (---will respond to shoving this into me.) She
lowered her wrist down to the cock swelling between Kirin's legs.

"A-Are you sure?"

Merrie panted softly as she stared into Kirin's sapphire eyes. (You just
said that I gain power from being ground down.)

"I didn't mean pouring acid into your ass."

Merrie pulled back and turned around. She presented herself to Kirin,
with her knees spread out as far as she could and her pubic mound only
centimeters from the table. She knew that she was at exactly the right
height for Kirin to aim her cock into the tight sphincter. The
anticipation beat loudly in her ears and she rested on the cool surface
of the table. (Fuck me,) she ordered.

The adamantite collar shifted against the table. The heavy weight bore
down on her. With a grin, she reached out for the shadows underneath her
body and gave them animation. Tendrils, each one no longer than Kirin's
finger, rose up underneath Merrie's breast and caught the collar. With a
thunk, the tendrils held it to the table and Merrie was helpless to do
anything but keep her head tight to the wood.

The submission, even to herself, brought an intensity to her position.
Her nipples grew hard with anticipation and she panted as she held
herself still.

Kirin moaned. "A-Are you sure?"

Merrie wagged her tail and stretched as far as she could. Her asshole
was open and ready. She could feel Kirin's eyes on it, the hungry
desperation and self-control beginning to crumble under the infernal
whispers in the back of her mind.

Kirin's hand caressed Merrie's buttocks, a light touch of a virgin and
not the mistress of whores. There was a hesitation and fear, but there
was also excitement and lust. The smells of Kirin's cock filled the
room, the musky scent mixing with perfume from Lady Anasome and Kirin's
femininity. It was a heady mixture and Merrie took a deep breath to
enjoy it.

The table thumped. Merrie jerked at the sensation.

"Sorry, my cock got hard."

Merrie giggled and wiggled her ass. (Show me.)

There was a laugh and a wet scraping noise as Kirin re-positioned her
cock. "Getting awfully bossy since you put on that collar." There was a
thick smack as the cock landed on Merrie's buttock, a solid shaft of hot
flesh. It was huge, longer than anything Merrie had ever had inside her.
It was also as thick as a large thriban but didn't nearly drool as much.

Kirin's fingers caressed Merrie's sex, the backs of her fingernails
trailing through the dripping folds and transferring the hot liquid to
her anal ring. "This is going to hurt, in a lot of ways."

Merrie's stomach clenched at the thought and her pussy grew wetter at
the thought. She wanted to feel the pain and ecstasy blurring together.
It wasn't a matter of if anymore, but when Kirin would ram that cock
into her. She whimpered for it, begging for the thick cock to be rammed
into her tight body.

The fear spiked for a moment and then Kirin's cock was against Merrie's
asshole. The tip was large and flat, just like a horse's. The heat
radiated from its length and the first touch of the burning pre-cum
itched her sphincter.

Merrie could feel the guild mistress hesitating. She took a deep breath
and pushed back, forcing the thick head against her tight anal ring. It
was large and there wasn't a wedge to ease it in. Merrie felt tiny with
it pressed against her dusky opening. She moaned and pushed back,
straining against the collar pinning her to the table.

"Bitch, what are you---"

Grabbing the excitement, Merrie slammed it through a strength spell. The
dark power coursed through her muscles for only a heartbeat before she
shoved back with all her might.

The thick head tore through her asshole and impaled almost a third of
its length into Merrie's clenching rectum. Sharp pain tore through her
and she let out a scream of pain.

It was almost to much for her, but Merrie couldn't stop. She focused her
thoughts on her collar and sent herself an order. (Fuck her!)

It came barreling through her mind, a command that she could not resist.
Biting down on her lip, she pulled herself up the cock, feeling every
ridge of the hot shaft as it clung to her tight ring. She pulled out a
few centimeters and then slammed back, using her magical might to drive
the cock deep into her body.

Her world became agony and pleasure, the feeling of being fulfilled
blurring with the heady sense of submission. She was being commanded by
her mistress and she couldn't disobey. She had to fuck, because her
mistress ordered her to.

Merrie clenched her inner muscles around the cock. It felt like it was
up in her stomach, shoving organs out of the way and stretching her
intestine into a tight glove around the pulsating length.  It hurt but
she could feel the orgasm rising up inside her, her body trembling as
she felt the icy touch of pleasure pouring through her veins. She pulled
forward and then slammed back, using her pinned collar as the hinge of
her movement.

Kirin staggered back. She clamped her hands on Merrie's hip for balance
and the final centimeters of Merrie's thrust rammed the cock deep into
her stomach. Kirin's cock surged and a burning pain spread out through
Merrie's insides. "Fuck! Don't do that again!"

But, Kirin wasn't pulling her cock out.

Merrie moaned and rocked her hips, enjoying the ache of having something
so large inside of her. She leaned forward and pulled Kirin's cock out;
her insides clung to the horse-like cock and she clamped down as tightly
as she could to give Kirin as much pleasure as possible.

"Bitch, you're bleeding." Kirin's voice was a low whine. "You need to
stop this before you get badly hurt."

Merrie lifted her head as much as she could and glanced down between the
valley of her breasts. Dark crimson dribbled down her thighs and she
could feel where her anal ring had torn around Kirin's shaft. She had
never impaled her ass on anything so large, and she had never used magic
to do it before. She let out a soft chuckle as she stared at it.

She grew aware of the collar. It didn't flash and there was no change in
temperature, but suddenly she realized the regeneration was working. It
was subtle and powerful, repairing her body without even a hint that she
was being healed.

It didn't stop the pain, though. She could feel the burning spreading
out inside her, the acid tearing at her insides. The searing sharpness
added a painful edge to her pleasure.

Gasping, she leaned forward a few more centimeters and than rammed back
with all her might. The massive cock tore into her, ripping into her
guts and deep into her body. She felt it impact something deep in her
chest and her breath came out in a rush.

"Fuck!" Kirin sounded surprised. She grip tighter, her fingernails
digging into Merrie's hip. Her body shook violently and Merrie could
feel every tremble that coursed through the guild mistress' body.

The room began to flicker with a strange, multi-colored lights. As
Merrie looked around, she saw the light shifting and twisting, moving
like candles but she knew there was no flames in the room. Her heart
beat faster as she lifted her head again and looked down her taut belly
and large breasts. Beyond her body, she could see the light was above
the burning cock impaling her ass. She twisted her head and peeked over
her shoulder.

Kirin's belly was glowing. Three of the runes flickered and twisted,
somehow crawling in on themselves with a steady animation that brought
an instant headache to Merrie's thoughts. The largest, the one of sex,
glowed the brightest, but the horse and acid runes were almost as
bright. They pulsed in time with Merrie's heartbeat, not Kirin's. The
runes were responding to her pain and discomfort.

Merrie took a couple short breaths and rammed back hard again, driving
the cock deeper into her body. Her insides molded around the thick veins
and rigid shaft. She clamped down and rammed herself again and again,
pumping it harder and deeper until the shaft was forcing the air out of
her lungs with every stroke.

She was sure she had torn something inside her and the wet splatters
were more than just her pussy drooling with excitement. The stench of
blood, coppery and hot, wafted around her. It added to the pain and
submission. Merrie knew that she could die on Kirin's cock and come
back, but she was terrified to learn the agony of recovery.

But, her mistress had ordered her to fuck. Yanking forward, Merrie felt
her insides tearing around the thick cock. She planted her wrists hard
on the table. The shadows blossomed around her wrists and ankles, tying
her down into place. She grunted and slammed back, spearing the cock
deep into her. Before it finished piercing her insides, she pulled out
and slammed home again. Each thrust drove it deeper inside her, ripping
at her organs and punching the thick spear of flesh further toward her
throat.

Blood and acid poured down her thighs. It seared her skin just as it
burned her insides. The pain was building quickly as was the light from
Kirin's belly. The infernal energy wrapped around her as the guild
mistress drank in the agony. With every shuddering thrust, power
crackled in the air.

Her pussy burned with need, the clear juices of her sex mixing in with
the blood and acid. It filled the room with the sharp smells,
overwhelming and comforting at the same time.

"Bitch, I can't take much more."

Merrie slammed back with all her might. The table shuddered from the
impact as the cock drove deep inside her, tearing her insides. And, for
the first time, Merrie's ass slammed against the base of Kirin's cock
and the two large balls smacked against her sex. The impact was heavy
and wet, a thud that shoved Merrie instantly into an orgasm.

Black ecstasy poured into her body, blossoming from the agony in her ass
and the heat in her pussy. It turned into a storm that ripped along her
nerves, setting every one on fire. Merrie jerked violently as her body
tensed up, but the shadowy tendrils pinning in her in place kept her
fixed on Kirin's cock. The helplessness added to the intensity of the
orgasm and she cried out shrilly as she lost herself in the pleasure.

Kirin cried out a moment later, her fingers digging painfully into
Merrie's hips as she drove forward herself.  Her cock and balls slammed
into Merrie before she pulled out half of its length.

Every stroke impaled Merrie from tail to tip. The collar pinning her to
the table yanked at her neck, pinning her down to take every centimeter
of Kirin's cock. She gasped with the impact of the cock against her
lungs and the feeling that she was swallowing the entire length of the
burning shaft.

"I-I'm... I'm sorry!" Kirin cried out and punched it hard into Merrie.
The thick shaft tore wetly into Merrie. It swelled inside her, tearing a
large hole into Merrie's ass. And then, with terrifying clarity, Kirin came.

The first blast of cum was hot like Merrie expected. But as the second
and third came, the heat continued to build. It became a liquid inferno
that burned her insides, spreading out to fill hidden gaps and spaces
that she didn't know existed. Hot jet after jet pierced her insides and
Merrie could taste it on the back of her throat.

More of it spurted out of Merrie's tightly-stretched asshole. It
splashed on Kirin's belly before hitting the table. Almost instantly,
the table began to smoke. Large holes burned away from the wood and the
entire structure shuddered as the rents widened.

Merrie cried out, swimming in the pain and submission. She could feel
the energy building inside her and threatening to burst out of her mind.
Remembering something Monk said, she poured it into the collar and felt
it gather there, a storage of pure energy for later.

Shuddering, Kirin shoved herself out of Merrie and staggered back. Her
cock continued to splatter cum everywhere. It left ropes along Merrie's
back and tail, along the table and floor.

The table underneath her groaned as the acid left smoking holes in the
surface. More of it dribbled down the legs and Merrie could feel it
about to crumble. She tried to push up from the surface, but her collar
was still pinned. Her right side drooped as the table creaked again and
her breasts ground into puddles of acid and cum.

With a groan, the table collapsed underneath her and Merrie was thrown
to the ground. She hit with a smack that left stars swimming across her
vision. She moaned at the impact and shuddered as the pleasure continued
to blend with the agony of being burned from the inside.

"Bitch? Are you okay?"

Merrie glanced over her shoulder as she released her body from the
remains of the table. She let out a soft giggle. (It hurts.)

"I told you." Kirin whimpered and rushed for the door. "I'll get a healer."

Feeling full of energy, Merrie gathered the darkness around her and
transformed into a hound and back into a human. The burns on her skin
faded and the agony inside her lessened. With a surge of power, she
shifted again and again until her outsides were pristine as the day she
first saw the collar.

Her shape-shifting couldn't stop the acid in her guts, only lessen it.
She could still feel the itch and burn inside her, but the acid cum no
longer tore at her guts. She let out a long sigh and crawled out of the
smoking remains of the table. (Well, that was fun.)

Kirin stopped pounding on the door and looked around, surprise on her
face. "B-Bitch? You're... okay?"

Merrie squirmed a little, the itch came from everywhere and nowhere. She
wanted to scratch, but she knew it was inside her. She smiled as she
focused on Kirin's belly, where the acid rune continued to flicker in
time with the itching sensation. The other two runes had quieted, but
she could feel the energy inside Kirin.

Kirin reached out. "You're really okay?" There were tears in her eyes.

Merrie crawled forward and pressed her head to Kirin's palm. (I'm going
to have to charge you more, though.)

With a gasp of relief, Kirin sank down to her knees and yanked Merrie
into a hug. "I'll pay you eight times your normal rate, you still little
bitch."

(Eight?)

"On a scale of one to ten, where ten is the Lord of Shadows, I think I
rate an eight."

Merrie's tail wagged. (Probably only a six then.)

Kirin pulled back with mock annoyance. "What have you fucked that makes
me a six?"

With a grin, Merrie licked Kirin's face. (Rakin.)

"Oh, I'll pay you six times your normal rate." Kirin kissed her again
and held her tight. "Thank you, thank you."

Merrie leaned her head on Kirin's shoulder and held her tight. Their
breasts rubbed against each other and Merrie rested her knee on Kirin's
cock in hopes that it would get hard again. She couldn't take it quite
yet, not until the itching faded inside her guts.

They held each other for a long time, breathing in the smells of acid,
cum, and Merrie. The table gave up its last legs and burned to the ground.

"I know it was a mistake, but I'm glad that ring saved you. But, I would
never," she kissed Merrie's head, "ever," another kiss, "hurt you."

Wagging her tail, Merrie sent a pulse of affection and love.

Kirin tensed briefly. "Think you're ready for company?"

(I'm not dressed.)

"Silly bitch. Someone is coming with really good wine." She tapped her
belly where the rune for wine began to glow faintly.

(Who is it?)

Amusement radiated from Kirin as she stood up and faced the door. "Just
remember, when you are in front of royalty, bow very low and keep quiet.
Loyal Alestri will probably kill you if you use telepathy. So, keep your
thoughts in your own head."

Merrie blinked in confusion. (Why?)

The door creaked open and the two Loyals entered. They stood on each
side of the opening and slammed their weapons down on the ground. Loyal
Alestri spoke sullenly, the tone coming through even through the
crystalline voice. "Announcing Her Royal Highness, Queen Vikia Pador."

Merrie's jaw opened in shock as the queen of the country stepped into
the room. She had only seen Vikia in paintings and drawings. She was a
slender woman barely a meter and a half in height. She wore a deep green
dress, the official color of the crown, and the cut showed off her
narrow hips and small, high breasts. Underneath the mid-cut collar,
Merrie could see that she wore a cream-colored slip that gave a hint of
the femininity beneath. Vikia's long, white hair was piled high on her
head, exposing the delicate nape of her neck and the elegance of her
chin. Merrie wondered how long it was; she had never seen the queen with
her hair down.

In Vikia's hand was two bottles of wine, both covered in a thick layer
of dust. She smiled brilliantly, little flashes of teeth, as she strode
up to Kirin. "Kirin," she said in a soft, clear voice.

"Your Majesty."

Merrie followed the queen with her eyes, lifting her head as the woman
stopped less than a meter away from her. She was stunned, but it took
her a moment to realize that it was more than the queen's grace and
appearance, but a natural Presence that drew her attention. Like
Claston, the queen didn't need magic to draw attention to her, but her
presence in the room demanded it.

Trembling, she bowed as low as she could.

"Vikia," breathed Kirin as they kissed each other's cheeks. "I'm so
sorry for coming to you like this."

"It isn't the first time, Kir." the queen leaned to the side to look at
the remains of the table. "I would have hoped you wouldn't have passed
the time ruining my furniture."

Kirin looked sheepish. "Sorry, your highness. Bitch here," she gestured
to Merrie who bowed again, "was insistent."

The queen didn't even glance at Merrie. Instead, she stepped forward and
grabbed Kirin's head with both hands, the bottles resting on Kirin's
shoulders, and pulled her into a kiss.

Merrie's mouth opened in shock and her tail smacked the ground. She
watched as the queen and guild mistress kissed passionately. There was a
flash of tongue, she didn't know whose, but then the queen broke the
embrace and handed the two bottles of wine to Kirin. "Here you go,
you're probably drained."

Eyes glittering gold, Kirin took the bottles. "Thank you, luv."

The queen looked around the room with a disappointed look. Reflexively,
Merrie draped the shade around herself, but the queen's eyes focused
directly on her. "And, let's see what all the trouble is about?"

Merrie felt humiliated at how easily the queen looked through her spell.
Her ears pressed against her head. Trembling, she held her breath as the
queen strolled closer.

At the entrance of the room, there was a flash from both Loyals. Merrie
flinched, but they didn't attack. Instead, she felt hundreds of spells
activating: strength and speed, but also ones that made her head hurt.
She glanced over and took a double-take. They were moving, but faster
than she thought possible. Their bodies vibrated, shifting from one
position to the other, without crossing the intervening space.

The queen didn't acknowledge the spells or the Loyals. She knelt down
delicately on the ground, every movement somehow reminding Merrie of her
grace.

Vikia gently touched Merrie's ear, a light touch that sent a shiver of
pleasure coursing through her body. She traced the line of Merrie's chin
and down to her collar. Merrie tensed as the queen's fingers got close
to the metal, afraid of what would happen, but the queen lifted her
fingers and brought it down to Merrie's nipple. The light touch, smooth
and curious, circled around her nipple until it crinkled with anticipation.

Never in Merrie's life, and she assumed in her lost memories, did she
think she would be touched by the queen of the country that way, with
the royal fingers on her aching nipples. Merrie's breath came faster,
panting, as the queen trailed her fingers down to Merrie's belly.

Raising herself up into a begging position, Merrie fought the whimpers
as the queen trailed her fingers down the taut belly, over to the hip,
and then up her side. The tickle along her flanks was intense, just
knowing who was touching her.

"Pity," the queen said, "I thought she would have been prettier."

Merrie stared in shock.

Vikia looked over at Kirin who was downing one of the bottles. A brief
frown crossed her face and the infernal rune of wine flashed. She turned
back to Merrie. "You would have been a pretty girl except for these,"
she plucked at Merrie's ear, "and these," she brought her finger to the
end of Merrie's amputated wrist. She sighed. "Oh well. I'm sure someone
finds you attractive."

With a whimper, Merrie looked back and forth between the queen and
Kirin. She felt as if someone had just rejected her in the cruelest
possible manner. She wanted to reach out and find out if it was a cruel
joke, but the power radiating from the two Loyals stopped her.

The queen caught Merrie's chin and tilted it so Merrie was looking at
her. "You are loyal to the crown?"

Merrie never thought about loyalty. She was a citizen of the country,
but she never thought about how much she loved her country. It was her
home, the only one she knew. She opened her mouth, but she didn't have
the words. Closing her mouth, she looked up with a sheepish look.

"You can bark, I've read the reports. A bark is the same thing as yes,
correct?"

Gulping, Merrie gave a soft bark.

"Are you loyal to the crown?"

She gave another soft bark, unwilling to lie about her lack of patriotism.

The queen's eyes, the same deep green as her dress, bore into her. "Are
you against the crown?"

Merrie shook her head, desperate to deny it.

"At least you have some honesty going for you." A faint smile crooked
the corner of the queen's lips. "You have choice, right now and here.
And remember, I don't make threats, do you understand?"

A whimpering bark.

"You are too powerful to be free in this city." The queen's voice struck
Merrie and she could do nothing but stare into the green eyes that held
her in place. "There are beings like you in the city and in the country,
but they are loyal to the crown. And I don't mean lip service or idle
promises. I mean an oath of loyalty, what you call a geas."

Merrie's sphincter tightened painfully and she whined. Her pulse came
faster, pounding in her chest and beating in her ears.

"I know you have one already, the one that keeps you from talking. But,
a creature like you cannot remain in my country without some assurances.
If you refuse, you will die in this room."

The Loyal's power increased and the air grew tight with tension.

Shaking violently, Merrie tried to look at Kirin, but the queen's
presence was too strong. A tear welled in her eye as she stared into the
dark green eyes. She knew what she had to say, but the idea of being
bound forever terrified her. But, she also knew that the queen would
only accept one of two answers.

She barked.

Queen Vikia nodded once. "Do you swear loyalty to Franome, the crown,
and the land, for the rest of your days?" It was the oath of loyalty
every child said in school, but when the queen said it, the air beat
with power and Merrie felt energy swirling around her.

Her throat dry, Merrie tried to swallow, but couldn't. She barked, a
little louder than before.

"Do you swear to protect it with your will, your pride, your power, and
your life?"

The swirls of energy shimmered into existence, forming runes in the
branches of a giant tree that filled the room. Merrie whimpered as she
felt it sinking into her mind, exploding with intensity as her true
nature took the oath and made it something more powerful than a mere
geas. It took almost all of her effort to bark again.

"Do you swear to keep its secrets until the end of time?"

She had never heard that phrase in the oath, but she barked again.

"Do you swear to guard the Royal Family from all harm, inside and out?"

Merrie gasped as she barked, her body tingling. The geas poured into
her, spreading out to sink into every cell of her body. She expected it
to taste like shit, but there was nothing but the hint of flowers and
leaves on her tongue.

"Do you swear to serve until released by the Royal family?"

She barked loudly, a single sharp noise. Around her, the oath spell
exploded and sucked into her, burning into her mind and body. It didn't
hurt, but there was an intense rush as if she had been electrocuted
during an orgasm. It just kept rippling through her body, threatening to
explode out, but she clutched to it until it spread out through her body
and sank into her bones.

The queen released her chin and stepped back. A trickle of sweat ran
down her brow. "I'm satisfied. Loyal Gistor?"

The male Loyal stamped his foot. "Yes, my queen?"

"Finish erasing the other guild member's memories of the event and let
them go. Make sure they know that both Kirin and..." Vikia gestured to
Merrie, "are both safe but currently being interrogated by the royal
knights. Start spreading rumors that someone was arrested, that will
give us a few hours to find a scapegoat."

"What about former Resolute Pristine?"

"She's still bound by oath. Just remind her of her duty. She will assist
in the lie."

The Loyal bowed and stepped out of the room. As soon as the door shut,
there was a bang as he teleported away.

Flickers of light ran along the floor underneath the table.
"Teleportation near the Sun Crest door. One knight. Teleportation near
the Sun Crest door. One knight. Teleportation..."

The queen turned back to Merrie. "The Royal Family does not associate
with the Whore's Guild, do you understand?"

Confused at the queen's orders, Merrie glanced over at Kirin who was
polishing off the second bottle.

"Even if," Vikia's voice grew tense, "they have the gall to chug a
bottle of thousand year old wine with the grace of a drunken teenager."

Kirin lowered the bottle and licked the black wine from her lips. She
gave a sheepish smile and shrugged. On her belly, the infernal rune for
wine glowed brightly, pulsing with a rapid beat.

"And, while I appreciate you considering my son to be bonded to you---"

Merrie cringed at the tense words directed at her.

"---it would not be in his, yours, or his betrothed's best interest to
let a naked slut join that part of his life. And I don't trust him to do
the right thing and say no, which is why I refuse to let him go to you.
The Crown must remain free of any obligation that doesn't further this
country's greatness."

Her jaw dropping, Merrie stared at the queen. Claston heard her request?
He was considering it? A heat spread out along her body as she realized
how close she was to bonding with him.

"And, it would be treason, not to mention a violation of your oath, if
it becomes known that the Royal Family does associate with the Whore's
Guild in any capacity besides professional. Do you understand?"

Merrie barked, unable to do anything else.

"But, unofficially, you must be oath-bound to secrecy if you do service
the Royal Family in your..." she looked over Merrie again, "capacity."

The queen stood up and straightened her dress. Turning to face Kirin,
her dress swirled around. She held out her hand. "I'm done here. Shall
we have dinner? I want to hear everything."

Kirin held the last bottle in her fingers. "Bitch would give a better
accounting."

The queen shook her head and held out her arm. "I'll send someone to
interrogate her. I want to hear your part, Kir." There was something
else in the queen's voice, a sound that Merrie had heard from many
customers and lovers. The queen wanted Kirin.

Kirin set down the empty bottles and bowed. "Of course, my queen." She
took Vikia's arm and they strolled out of the room.

Loyal Alestri stayed behind, but Merrie saw two other Loyals in the
hallway turn to follow the queen of the country and the guild mistress.
Behind them, the door slammed shut.

Merrie felt very alone.

**

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