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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 84: The First Step
by t'Sade

Merrie is finally going back to the Puppy Mill, but she isn't capable of
getting there on her own. When she came home from the Mill, she wasn't
looking with her head down in Kine's lap. Now, she needed a guide.

(MF oral inc)

**

Merrie sat on the ground and peered up at the message board. The summer
rain poured down on her face, plastering her ears and hair to her back.
It continued down her body, sluicing over her bare breasts and naked
ass. She smiled at the liquid caresses and her tail wagged slowly with
her emotions.

Underneath the smell of rain and the mud below her, her world was filled
with memories. The scent of Lady Anasome's perfume tickled her senses
and warmed her heart. She didn't smell it as roses, spices, or anything
else. It was simply a delicate reminder of the joy in her life. Every
time she inhaled, she remembered the sweet loving in Bass' bathtub,
Kine's passion, and even Rakin's obsession.

Haviston's compulsion was still there, waiting to tear her memories
apart, but every time she inhaled the perfume that clung to her hair,
the scent pushed away the crystalline claws. A single spray lasted
longer than Crystalline Rose and even the smallest hint kept away the
horror, but that didn't stop her from secreting three bottles in her cloak.

Tamin's thoughts reached into her own, brimming with the bitter
discomfort of the sparse crowds that hung around the boards. It was
nothing like the beginning of summer, but there were enough that he saw
danger in every pool of light and spear of sunlight. (Why can't we just
take to the Shadows?)

She smiled to herself and shifted to the side, slopping through the
thick mud. It clung to her knees and thighs, coating her pale skin. She
settled down and peered up at the boards, reading through services both
offered and requested, but mostly forgotten in the rain. (Franome is a
big country. I've seen a map and I know where Blood County is, but...)

Fear scraped her thoughts and she closed her eyes as the familiar
frustration rose up. She had become a capable fighter and her collar
only enhanced her powers. She could defend herself from almost anything
the gods threw at her. If she could survive as long as she did against
Alestri, she could defeat her opponents. But, there was a lot more to
travel than fighting and she knew very little about the ways of the
world outside of occasional trips to the surrounding forests to fuck.

She could use the Shadows and cover great distances, but the darkness
were different in the countryside. The shifting shadows came from trees
and rocks, not immobile buildings. It was wild and chaotic. In the city,
she knew exactly how many steps to take to enter a building, to cross a
street, or to race across a park. But, out in the wilds, taking too many
steps could put her into the neighboring countries or even the ocean.

Merrie worried her lip. She was also afraid of getting lost. Being able
to cross kilometers in minutes didn't help if she had no way to orient
herself. It wouldn't be faster if she couldn't find the Mill.

(At least you'll be able to use the Shadows once you've been there.)

She smiled and wrapped Tamin's thoughts in a mental hug. (Yes, once I
know the Mill's shadows, I can figure out how to travel back and forth.
But, for the first time, we have to take in the long way. And Kirin
seems to think you and me shouldn't travel alone for weeks.)

Tamin's tongue hung out. (We won't starve and nothing is stupid enough
to eat us.)

(No, but we might end up in Emberka.) Emberka was in the opposite
direction, almost three thousand kilometer away. It was also where
Franome was currently at the cusp of war with the barbarians and the
last place Merrie would ever want to be.

His thoughts turned serious for a moment as a guard walked by, but then
he beamed with amusement. (Someone will take us, soon. Anasome ordered
you.) And in the back of his thoughts. (... like her personal bitch.)

Merrie's eyes narrowed and she playfully gathered up a quick burst of lust.

Tamin tensed as he felt what she was doing and then shuddered as it
exploded inside his mind. A splatter of cum arched out of the shadows
and struck the ground with a wet slurp. He slumped to the ground. (Yes,
Alpha. Though, if you were paying attention when you and Kine came home,
this would be a moot point.)

Merrie grinned and perked her ears. She spent the entire trip from the
fair with her mouth wrapped around Kine's cock or leaning against his
body with his fingers drumming against her sex. It was a haze of sex and
exploration and growth, learning about his body and his needs. (I was
paying attention to something more important.)

His amusement tickled her thoughts.

(Face it.) She panted as she giggled. (We're city bitches.)

(No, you're a city bitch.)

Merrie turned and smiled at him. As she did, her heavy collar slipped
along her neck and she heard rain dripping off the black ring. Her eyes
focused on the pitch black eyes peering at her from the shadows. (You're
right. I'm a city bitch and you're my bitch.)

Tamin's thoughts turned lustful and playful. (Only if you earn it.)

With a grin, she shifted her attention and sent another hard pulse of
pleasure.

His mind grew dark with the sudden orgasm and he slumped to the ground.

(You're my bitch, Tamin.) She grinned and sent another blast of ecstasy
down the connection and then a third, leaving him writhing on the ground
as his cock throbbed painfully and cum left streaks in the mud.

Through the haze of pleasure, his world became centered on his cock. It
drew her attention and she focused on it, watching it throb with every
pulse of his heart. It was large and aching and she knew exactly how to
ease it. Lifting her ass out of the mud, she drew his attention to the
cleft of her pussy and wiggled her tail more. (Need help with that? Once
we find someone?)

His lustful growl brought a shiver of anticipation coursing down her spine.

"Bitch!" Nyr splashed up to Merrie with a poster in her hand. The rain
clung to the black mesh of her outfit and traced her curves as it ran
along the material. Her wedding ring, forged from red gold and attached
to her nipple, tented the fabric and a droplet of rain clung to the
peak. She gasped as she knelt down in front of Merrie.

Merrie smiled and reached up to lick the liquid off the hard nipple. Her
tongue caught the mesh and she pushed it aside to catch the crinkled
aureole and ring with her lips.

"I thought we were doing something important," Nyr said with a giggle,
but she didn't pull away.

(This is important. Besides, that woman is watching.) She sent an image
of a dark-skinned woman, probably from Melkuth, standing next to a much
shorter Belkim female reading the board. They both had the sense of
adventurers. The dark woman rested on a staff that pulsed with ice magic
and watched Nyr and Merrie from underneath long, black eyelashes.

Nyr stroked Merrie's hair and ran her fingers along the sensitive ridge.
With a graceful shift, she brought her bracelet with her Whore's Guild
charm up against the ring in Merrie's hair. The two seals clinked softly
against each other. Nyr leaned forward and smiled over her shoulder at
the Melkuth woman.

Merrie could feel the desire radiating from the woman. She giggled and
rested her head on Nyr's shoulder. (I think you might have a new customer.)

"Are you sure?" whispered Nyr. "She's looking at both of us."

Merrie reached out with her mind and scanned the woman's thoughts. (No,
she's looked at your ass and wondering what it would look like impaled
by a strap-on made of ice.)

Nyr moaned softly. "That sounds fun." She worried her bottom lip. "Do
you mind? I want to find out."

Merrie kissed her. Her cloak plucked the papers from Nyr's hand as the
young woman stood up and sauntered over to the dark-skinned woman.
Merrie let her shade spell drape over her body as she turned away to
keep the adventurer's focus on Nyr. Using the animated cloak, she
flattened out the page and flipped it over to read it.

It was an announcement from the Guardian Guild, a group of warriors who
specialized in protecting buildings and people. Part of the guild
remained in the cities while the others traveled along the roads,
guarding caravans on their way to cities that couldn't afford a
full-time guild.

She read through it twice with a frown. The guild was protecting a
caravan to Richte Burin, a city in Kador County. She frowned as she
tried to remember her geography lessons, but nothing drifted up. She had
forgotten a lot when she bonded with Kine and reading maps were never
her best skill. She sighed and reached out with her mind, plucking the
memories from the people around her until she found the answer. Kador
was just over a fifty kilometers south of Blood County, right at the
southern border of Franome.

(It's close to the Mill.)

Merrie nodded. (We can use the Shadows for that distance. Hard to get
lost then. And once I get closer, I can orient by finding Sable and Dixie.)

Tamin didn't disagree. (Even without knowing the area, a few kilometers
won't be that bad. How many people in the caravan?)

She scanned the poster. (Looks like... thirty men and...) At the bottom
were the guardians assigned to the task, listing their rank and years of
service. Her eyes glazed over at the people she didn't know, but then
the last name caught her attention: Gillette Dormin (prob., indep.).

Her mouth opened as her tail splashed into the mud. (Gillette joined the
Guardians!?)

The world spun around her as she stared at the name. She never thought
about him entering a guild, though she didn't know why she thought about
it. It made sense to her, when she thought about it. Gillette had been
protecting the people of the Shadowed District and the Guardians did the
same thing.

Tamin's attention focused on her and then he pulled back, a bitterness
blossoming in his mind. (When you needed him most, he turned you down. I
can never forgive him for that.)

(He didn't attack Bass. And he walked away because he disagreed with the
paladins. He isn't that bad.)

Wary agreement rippled through the connection. (He knows us. He knows
what you are and what you need, from the Shadows to the sex. He
understands, though he may not agree. He may not bed you, but he will
explain your needs to others.)

Merrie nodded as her tail wagged slowly. She knew what Tamin was dancing
around, the same thing that tickled her thoughts. (The only problem is
that he worked for the paladins more than once.)

(Lemetri,) the name came with a fierce wave of protectiveness.

She sighed as she stared at the page. The rain continued to drip along
her body, tickling the sides of her breasts and caressing her pussy.
(Who's side is Gillette on? Can we trust him? He has never harmed us
though.)

(He turned you down. What if you need him again? What if he rejects you?)

Merrie smiled sadly. (And if he didn't, I would have never bonded with
myself. And, I like my new mistress.)

Tamin said nothing and his thoughts were comforting.

(It's just to get to the Mill. We don't have to tell him why we're going.)

(And if he ends up working for the paladins?)

(I'll...) She sighed and stood up. Mud dripped off her ass and she shook
her rear to clear most of it. The splatters landed on bystander's legs
and shoes, but none of them noticed with the shade draped around her
body. Slowly, Merrie crawled around the people to the shadows where
Tamin hid. (I'll ask him.)

Tamin stood up and stepped into the Shadows as she reached him. (People
lie.)

She joined him and gave him a bump of her shoulder. (I won't let him.)

The poster gave an address for one of the halls owned by the Guardian
Guild. She guessed he would be near the hall if he just joined the
guild. She also knew the building from giving head to someone in an
alley across the street. It was only a few minutes ago and she stepped
back into the shadows to cross the city.

As she stepped back out in the business district, Tamin remained behind
to protect her from the Shadows.

The Guardian's hall was only a few blocks away from Rice's, the
blacksmith that built and enchanted the cage that Kine bought for her.
She smiled and wondered if she should buy another one, to replace the
one that melted in the attack on the mansion.

(You might consider rebuilding the mansion first.)

Merrie rolled her eyes. (I know, but Kirin has something in mind and
Monk is working with Claston's people on it. I think they want to turn
it into a brothel or something.)

(It's our home. I like it private.) He grumbled, but she knew that he
was looking forward to having naked men and women close to home. He
cringed at the idea of people wandering through their private areas, the
places to flee from the light and attention.

She giggled. (Oh, they'll be private rooms. Ones that only shadows can
enter.) She knew exactly which two rooms: the one she bonded with Kine
and the porch.

His amusement kept her company as she headed down the block to a large,
stone building with the Guardian Guild's seal on the front. Unlike the
Whore's Guild, the Guardian's base was designed to look imposing and
professional. There were no bright colors on the gray stone. Steel bars
covered the windows. Merrie could feel the wards burned in every opening
and sunk into the bricks.

She stopped at the entrance, wrapped in darkness as she regarded the
brightly-lit entrance. There were shadows inside but the wards were
designed to prevent her from sneaking in. Reaching out, she scanned over
them looking for a weakness.

After a few seconds, she realized she was better than the mage who
created the guild's protections. A smile stretched across her face and
her tail wagged back and forth.

Letting her body dissolve into shadows, she flowed through the entrance
underneath a heavy-set man looking for a bodyguard. The wards didn't
even tickle her senses as she reached inside and then delved into the
darkness of a plant, and then a desk. She worked her way through the
lower floors until she found who she was looking for.

Gillette sat at one of the large wooden tables in a common back room.
His scythe rested against his shoulder, held in place by the crook of
his arm resting on his hip. He looked well-rested but somehow dirtier,
as if something had stained his skin and darkened his thoughts.

There were others at the table, all sitting. She peered over the edge of
the table and saw a map of Franome. Little colored tacks marked a trail
from Franome City, past Blood County, and then into Kador County. Along
the way, there were other pins with tiny flags on them. She recognized
the symbols for inns and shelters, but four of the largest pins were
simply numbered. Three of them were also off the path with a tiny line
of tacks leading to smaller villages. The fourth was just south of
Richte Burin.

Merrie reached out with her mind for Gillette. (What are the numbers for?)

Gillette didn't jerk at her intruding thoughts and the corner of his lip
curled up. (Those are other jobs. The first is tax payment by a village.
They want us to watch over the ceremony since the baron who used to run
the barony died without a will or heir. Apparently there were some
people who want to put in their own guy in charge. The second is a house
that needs to be checked on. I guess there is a rich guy in town that
uses it as a winter home. The third is just a rock... I don't
understand. The fourth is the first stop for some painter.) An image of
an older man with frizzy white hair and a ragged bear covered in paint
drifted up. (He's commissioned to illustrate the farms for one of the
guilds in town. The biggest job is Richte itself, they have a group of
shadow creatures preying on the citizens.)

She couldn't help but feel hope rising up inside him.

Merrie ducked underneath the table, flowing through the legs until she
came up next to Gillette. Letting her body reform, she breathed in the
smell of leather and men. Her pussy twinged with need, it was a long
time since she was properly gang-banged. Muscular warriors were some of
her favorite lovers.

She could feel Gillette trying to reach her, but he didn't have the
ability to project unless she was focusing on him. She reached out and
let their minds connect.

(... Shades? Are you there?)

(Yes,) she said with a wave of amusement.

(Where are you?)

(Close?)

She could almost feel his eyes rolling. (I know that, you knew about the
pins. How close?)

Worrying her lip, she reached up and rested her wrist against his thigh.
She was tiny compared to his hard-muscled body, but he jerked as if he
was bitten. With a gasp, he clamped his legs tightly together.

"Gillette?" asked the man in charge. He had a rough voice but Merrie
could tell that he was fond of Gillette, a capable warrior his own age.
"Something you want to add?"

"N-No, sir, just anxious to get going."

Merrie grinned at Gillette's strained voice.

"Pay attention then. You might be a famous warrior already, but you may
learn something."

Gillette chuckled as his knees pressed tightly together. "I can always
learn something." (That wasn't very nice!)

Merrie rested her chin on his knees. (You wanted to know how close.)

(What if they see you?)

(No one will ever see me if I don't want them too.) She smiled at the
thought, though she couldn't help be reminded of both times her shade
was broken. She sighed softly and leaned forward until her collar rested
against his leg.

Her eyes flickered up his leg to Gillette's crotch. She could tell that
he was well-hung by the bulge in his trousers. It was also growing
larger as flashes of images came drifting through his thoughts. Of her
fighting naked, blood dripping down her breasts. Tiny flashes of her
bare pussy as she walked away from him in the snow at the inn.

(Um, don't read my mind, please?) he projected with embarrassment. (I
don't normally think like this.)

Merrie smiled and her tail wagged, barely touching the other legs
underneath the table. (I've seen worse.)

(I haven't. You just... make me think about those things.)

She spread her knees and pressed against the junction of his legs. Her
breasts ground against his shins and she felt an uncomfortable lust
rising up in his head.

(Um, Shades? I'm in the middle of a briefing.)

(Would you have become my master? If we weren't fighting?)

A brief image of his cock buried in her mouth flashed across his mind,
to be instantly blow away by humiliation. (I... yes.)

(Why didn't you?)

(Because people get hurt when decisions like those are made in combat.
They should be planned and talked about, not made without thought.)

(You didn't plan to stay in Franome City to defend against the Shadowed
District.)

Another flash of embarrassment. (Yeah, but those type of things don't
always work out for me. When I was younger...) He took a deep breath as
an image bubbled up, of a young Gillette standing over the body of his
brother, staring down at the bloody hole in his sibling's side. The
scythe slipped from his hand, clattering loudly as he realized what he
had done. Guilt slammed into him, cutting off the memories. (I made
mistakes, Shades. I'm not a perfect man and I never will be.)

Merrie's ears flattened against her head. (I'm sorry, but I didn't need
a perfect man. I needed you.)

Trembling, Gillette reached underneath the table. He reached out for
her, parting his thighs enough for her to inch forward. (I'm sorry. I-I
just couldn't make that choice, not then.)

She smiled and brought her head underneath his hand. When his fingers
curled into her hair, she let out a silent moan. (I understand, I did
spring it on you without warning.)

He tugged her ear. (Being asked to be an owner of a beautiful woman is
pretty out of place when she's dripping with blood and gore.)

She gave a sheepish smile. (I panicked.)

He tugged on her ear again. (Bad girl.)

Merrie shivered at the words. She let her mind drift through the
fantasies she had before she was collared. Her eyes focused on his
crotch, using the thick bulge to guide them.

As she dreamed, his cock grew larger and strained against his buttons.
(Shades?)

Her ears perked. (Yes?)

(Could you stop doing that? It's... getting a response from me and there
are people staring. And, I've never done that.) A brief image of one of
her fantasies, of him cock deep in her ass, flashed across his thoughts
in a haze of shame and embarrassment.

(It isn't so bad once you---)

(Why are you here, Shades?)

Merrie thought about the map, drawing a circle in the area near the
Puppy Mill. (I need to leave town.)

(Me too, that is why I joined the Guardians.)

Surprise blossomed through her mind. (Why? I thought you liked it here.)

(Lemetri's paladins made the choice for me.)

Merrie tensed and she felt Tamin growling in the darkness.

(When there were only a few in town, they seemed like nice guys. They
were fighting the good fight and defeating evil. But, with them
gathering her to take out that Bassimar monster, they are pressuring me
to join their goddess. I'm for fighting shadows and evil, but they have
so many other ideas of what I should be doing... and who I should help.)
There was a sullen bitterness in his mind. (There is also over a hundred
of them in town now, strutting around with shiny armor and speaking out
of their asses. If Franome City needs protection, she has plenty.)

His fingers caught the sensitive ridge of her ear and he stroked it.
(The Guardians have been courting me for a while and I decided to take
them up on the offer. There are other people that need my help and, out
there, I can just do my job.)

Merrie closed her eyes. There was passion in his voice and a desire to
do good. She could also feel the disappointment with Lemetri's paladins.

(I was thinking about asking for you too. Though, I would be rather
embarrassed to go to the Whore's Guild to ask.)

Her ear perked up. (Why?)

(You're the best damn fighter I've seen.)

She was floored by the blatant honesty behind his words.

(Even without your hands and feet... and being naked, you've taken on
more than almost anyone else in this building. It isn't the fighting,
it's the mind behind what you can do. I have never seen you do anything
evil. I've never felt it. If it came down to it, I have no doubt, you
are probably as good if not a better person than most of the paladins
strutting around.)

She blushed. Her tail dropped as she leaned into his hand, enjoying the
stroking as she felt his passion rising.

(It wasn't long ago, I asked for a favor. Remember?)

She remembered sitting in the snow as she asked him to let her go. She
sent a wave of agreement.

(I'd love it if you came with me, but I won't force you. I just know
that between you and me... we can free Richte Burin from their troubles.
And maybe, if it works out, maybe keep doing it? You and me?) There was
hope in his thoughts, a desperate desire to keep doing what he was doing
but also to stay near her.

Merrie smiled and gave a sad wave of comfort. (But, I'm a city bitch.)

(You're more than just a bitch, Shades. You may bark like a dog and have
a tail, but you are something far more than just a girl on her knees.)

She smiled and realized she was panting with his compliments. Biting her
lip, she inched up against him, working his knees apart. (Do you trust me?)

(Yes...?) He response was wary.

She worked her arms between his legs. The smooth ends of her wrists
caressed his thighs and she used her shoulders to push his knees apart
and worked her head up between his legs.

(S-Shades!? You can't do that, everyone is watching!)

The heat from his body swirled around her. She moaned softly as she
reached up with her cloak, using two tiny tendrils of shadows to pop
open a button.

His cock swelled at the seam in his pants, his cock straining with the
reluctant lust coloring his thoughts.

She popped a second button with her cloak. The seam spread open and she
took a deep breath and relished the smell of Gillette's excitement. His
shaft was thick and she wanted to feel it in her mouth.

(No!) His sharp thoughts burst across her mind. His hands grabbed her
head in his palms, fingers digging into her scalp as he held her in
place. (No, don't do that.)

Merrie froze with a moan frozen in her throat. As she stared at his
swollen cock and felt the pressure on her head, despair rose up. He
rejected her again. For all the words, the little compliments and
lustful thoughts, he didn't want her.

She pulled away from him and his hands slumped to his thighs. (I'm
sorry, I though,) she sighed, (I thought you'd want me.) She gathered up
the darkness. (I'll find another way.)

His hands balled into fists and she could feel frustration burning in
his mind. It rose into a white-hot fury and then he slumped. (Shades,)
he thought with a quiet mind. (Shades?)

Merrie looked at his hands. He was beckoning to her.

(Come back, please?)

She almost turned away and fled to the shadows. She stared at his hands
with regret and fear in her mind. Slowly, she let the shadows slip off
her and her body grew solid once again. Her heart pounded in her chest
as she inched forward, stroking her breasts against his shins before
settling in between his legs.

He caught her head, caressing with his thumb as he touched her ears,
throat, and cheeks. (I'm sorry. I don't respond well to surprises.)

With a deep breath, she rested her chin against his thigh. Her nose was
millimeters from his cock, watching the silky skin pulse with his
heartbeat through the seam of his pants. (This is part of who I am, you
know. I'm not capable of abstaining. I can't stop bringing pleasure to
the people around me.)

There was sadness in his mind as he fought through his resistances. She
could feel the devotion swirling in his thoughts, a promise to someone.

(You don't have to fuck me,) she thought.

His hand tensed on her hand as his internal struggle peaked. And then,
with a rush, it sank down into his thoughts and he stroked her ear
again. (Would you trust me if we didn't fuck?)

She blushed and her thoughts grew embarrassed. (I like to give pleasure.
I like to touch and suck and fuck. It feels good. It isn't trust,
it's... it's... comfort. Closeness. I like to feel your desires in my
head, to know you in the only way I know.)

He stroked her cheek with both hands, his thumbs reaching down to cup
her chin. (It's been a very long time, Shades. Not since... not since
they died.)

(I'll be gentle.) She worried her lip, feeling like a schoolgirl about
to get her first kiss. (But, only if you want this.)

He hesitated, then slowly spread his knees apart. (I-I,) he shivered,
(for you.)

She parted her lips as she leaned forward. Pressing her nose against the
hot skin of his cock, she took a deep breath. He had a musky scent, one
touched by his battles but also by his strength. He smelled clean,
without a hint of pussy or even cum on his cock. It was nothing but hot
flesh.

Her cloak rippled around her, forming two tendrils to pluck at his
buttons. She kept her mouth against his cock, working her lips as the
buttons came undone. With each one, the seam of his pants swelled open
and more of his length pressed against her mouth.

Gillette was large and thick. Not huge like a thriban, but large for a
human. She knew that it would fill her mouth and strain her jaw. The
thought of gagging on his cock brought a rush to her mouth. She pushed
herself up on her knees and let her collar rest against his balls.

The last button came open with a rush and his cock sprung free of his
pants. It towered over her, a thick column of flesh. She smiled at the
smell and she caressed her lips along the silky hardness. It was soft
and delicate, a startling contrast of the warrior above her.

His mind was bright with need and fear. His stomach tensed and relaxed.
But, instead of pushing her back, he wrapped his hands around the back
of her neck and pulled her close. (Be gentle, it's... been a long time.)

Merrie lifted her head until her ears caressed the bottom of the table.
She smiled as she stared at the tip of his cock, the thick wedge jumping
with his heartbeat. A pearl of pre-cum gathered at the tip and quivered
with each movement of his body.

She slipped one arm around his cock and tilted it toward her. With a
cool breath on his length, she opened her mouth and pressed her lips to
his cock. He was hot as she was cold.

Gillette's knuckles cracked as he balled his hands into fists. His mind
was focused on her, every millimeter of her mouth against his shaft, and
every part of her breasts and arms that touched his body. She could feel
the focus, the obsession, and the warring emotions.

Merrie closed her eyes as she took him further into her mouth, enjoying
the way her lips stretched around the thickness of his length. His cock
burned her lips and she bobbed down, moving with precise strokes that
brought her ears against the bottom of the table and her chin against
his length. She moaned silently with the movement, bobbing deeper with
every stroke.

From the corner of her eyes, she could see him shaking with the effort.
His hands ground into his thighs, knuckles white as he clutched himself.
(Gentle, gentle,) he chanted with his mind.

She wrapped the shade around him, keeping the others from noticing his
efforts. Swirling her tongue around, she tilted his cock until the
resistance stopped her. She opened her mouth but kept her lips sealed
over his length, bobbing deeper. She moaned as the veins in his length
slipped past her lips and then back again.

Soon, his cock bumped against the back of her throat. The thickness
ached her jaw but she could handle it. She stopped bobbing to press
harder on his cock, forcing it deeper into her throat. It slid along the
curve and then began to slow descent as her lips reached for his base.

Her lungs burned with the need to breathe, but she knew that it wouldn't
burn for long. The collar would keep her alive but not hold back the
feeling of suffocation. She rocked back and forth as she forced his
length deeper until his girth ground her tongue to her bottom jaw and
her lips were sealed tightly against his back.

Gillette's thoughts were incoherent. He was focused on every sensation,
as if it was the first time he had fucked. She could feel the newness in
his mind, the wonder and excitement burning with an intense flame. He
pulsed in her length, his cock pounding hard as he realized he was balls
deep in the cool, wet confines of her mouth and throat.

(Come for me,) she begged.

His pleasure grew with the knowledge that he was buried inside her. His
length swelled and every heartbeat pounded in her throat. The pressure
was intense as she held it there, letting her body massage his length.

She smiled, the curl of her lip teasing his base. It was the point of
pleasure for him, just as she gave wet pressure to the tip of his length.

Her lungs continued to burn and black spots swam across her vision. She
held herself still as she delved into his mind, slipping through his
natural shields to find his pleasure, the perfect touch, the perfect
position.

//Gillette stood at uncomfortable attention in front of the paladin's
desk. He felt naked without his scythe, but they refused to leave him
his weapon. They had never done it before, but he had broken their trust
and they were making a show of their displeasure.//

//"Why did you do it, Gil? Why did you abandon us?" Paladin Friss
slapped the table as he stood up. "We needed you and you just walked
away!"//

//He sighed and struggled for the words. He couldn't say that Shades
asked him to walk away or that he no longer trusted any of the paladins
around him. They were too obsessed with their question and with hunting
down Bassimar. Deciding to not antagonize the holy warriors surrounding
him, he shrugged. "I had to leave. I just couldn't do it anymore."//

//"We lost a lot of good men because of you!"//

//Anger choked Gillette. He stepped forward and slammed his hands on the
table, the impact ran out in the small room they were using for
meetings. "You are a fucking idiot, Friss! If there was any doubt, you
should have gone in there yourself."//

//"It was Bass, you---" Friss stopped and sat down, taking a deep breath
before speaking again. "Bassimar is the enemy of Lemetri and I will stop
at nothing to kill him!"//

//"You sent eighty guards and mercenaries to die!"//

//"And I would send a thousand more!"//

//Gillette growled. "Fuck this." He turned and stormed back. "I'm done
with you." As he passed the squire holding his scythe, he reached out
and yanked it from the young man's hands, cracking the poor squire's
fingers as he retrieved his weapon. The tip of the blade slashed through
the door frame as he stormed away.//

//"You'll never work in this city again, Gillette!"//

Merrie paused as the memories cut through her mind. Her intimacy had
brought his thoughts close to her. She reached out for his desires,
looking for what turned him on.

But, to her surprise, he had no fetishes and no strong desires. There
was no perfect position. He was enjoying the sensation of her lips
against his base and the spasm of her throat around his cock, feeling
the caress of her mouth as his first.

She smiled and ground down, forcing her nose into the thick patch of
hair at his base. She moaned and he stiffened at the vibrations.

//Gillette sat at the same table, feeling nervous as he stared at the
Master Guardian, an old man covered with muscles and armed with a
two-handed sword. The question the master asked still hung in his mind,
but he wasn't sure how to answer it. "I don't know, I like to help
people? There are people out there that need me and I'm willing to fight
the dark to give them hope."//

//The Master steepled his fingers and nodded. "So, I've heard. Your work
with the Shadowed District is legendary in this city. As is your work
against the other evils. You'll be a great benefit to the guild, if you
join."//

//"I just need to get out of town."//

//The Master Guardian chuckled. "In a hurry?"//

//Gillette nodded, unsure of what he should say.//

//From the side, old man with paint-stained hair and splattered clothes
sat down heavily on the chair. His eyes were two different colors:
yellow and blue. He tapped the bristles of a brush against Gillette's
wrist. "What do you know about Richte Burin? I need an escort there."//

//"Catais Milliford, one of our favorite guest. He travels around the
countryside and comes to the guild to watch over him while he paints. He
makes incredibly life-like paintings."//

//Catais smiled and tapped Gillette on the arm again. "I paint farms.
Beautiful, wonderful farms in all their glory. I want to remember their
histories."//

//Of course," said the Master Guardian, "we'll try to find other clients
to pay our ways. There are always merchants that caravan guards and
people who travel from city to city. In the next week, we should have
about thirty to fifty guests, probably a dozen wagons. I suspect we'll
need about ten men to guard them. And I would love if you were on that
roster."//

//Gillette thought about it for half a second. "I'm in."//

Merrie smiled as she bobbed up and down on Gillette's cock. The
thickness felt good in her mouth as did the swelling of his length.

He was close and flashes of memories bubbled through his mind. He was
thinking of her, in ways of sex and combat. Her naked body, the rise of
her breasts, and even the cleft of her sex. He wanted her and needed her.

Gillette's hands reached out and caught her head. She almost came as he
gripped her tightly and began to take over. His arms bumped against the
table as he yanked her down on his cock and pushed her up, grinding her
face into his belly before yanking her up. The back of her head thumped
against the chair with a rapid staccato.

She was caught on his cock, sliding up and down as her saliva and
pre-cum coated her chin and breasts. She pressed her arms along his
thighs as she leaned into every stroke. Her breasts thumped against his
legs and she almost came at the submission of him fucking her face.

With every stroke, flashes of her own orgasm tore through her. She was
being dominated by Gillette. He had taken charge and he was using her as
she craved, hard and fast and desperately. She squeezed down on her
pussy, enjoying every surge of pleasure that curled up her spine and
spread out across her body.

His orgasm boiled his balls. He grunted and slammed her down in his
cock, shuddering as he pumped her with short, fast strokes. (I-I'm cumming!)

He came into her mouth with a hot jet of searing cum. It poured into her
mouth in a flood.

Surprised at the volume, Merrie had to swallow hard to keep up with the
hard jets that kept pumping into her mouth. Even as the hot globs of cum
poured down her throat, she could feel some of it leaking from the
corners of her mouth.

Gillette gasped as he held her in place, his entire body shuddering with
every surge. Every jerk of his body set ripples of pleasure coursing
through her frame.

After long minutes, Merrie's stomach gurgled and she was coated in cum.
It was everywhere: dripping down her chin and throat, splattered against
her breasts, and clinging to the back of her throat. She never opened
her mouth, but he came as if he had never cum before and it kept flooding.

She parted her lips as his soft cock slipped out. It glistened with her
saliva and, unlike the rest of her, there wasn't a single droplet along
his thick length.

(F-Fuck,) gasped Gillette, (I've never... that hard... ever.)

Merrie used her arm to wipe her face, bringing the globs of cum to her
mouth so she could lick it clean. In her mind, she flashed through the
memories she picked up from Gillette. He was perfect for what she needed
for the trip: competent, understanding, and with just enough domination
to make her cum.

She made a decision, kneeling underneath the table and covered in cum.

(I'll help you with Richte Burin if you give me a few days to do what
needs to be done. And then...) She thought about her own guild. Sari had
said she would leave them at some point. Merrie wondered if she had
finally reached that point, if the Mill and Bass would give her closure
on her life. She felt a pang of sadness, but managed to let the words
slip into his mind. (... and then we'll figure out where we go from there.)

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