There were no kings in the southern jungles, but Lord Admiral Yumi Trafammer was as close as it got. He had an army, an estate tucked away in the mountains, and a fleet that demanded taxes. Yumi couldn’t influence Bayreach, but he could strangle the jungle around it. He could strangle the ocean. They called him a tyrant and the Piranha of the South Seas.

Dvini hated his guts, and it took a lot to make him hate.

If Yumi was king, then Dvini was the duke, and the only reason he wasn’t squashed under Yumi’s boots was because of how close he stayed to Bayreach. Now that he was expanding, Yumi was a problem again. Dvini was flanked on either side by a pair of swashbuckling guards who walked with misplaced arrogance and chattered to themselves.

Yumi’s palace was constructed out of wood and clay, an ugly thing with more than two dozen rooms and a wide tropical garden. They walked past curved palm trees and squat slaves toiling away at the soil. They glanced up at Dvini as he passed, fear in their eyes. They weren’t his, but they’d heard their own stories about the Licani slaver who cut his competition to ribbons. Dvini didn’t pay attention to them.

He wore his best for this occasion. Dvini wore dark, boiled leather armor with threading of gold. The golden lines of his armor snaked like bright veins. He had a high, closed collar for safety. Around his shoulders was a thin grey cloak with floral patterns around the edge. On his hip hung a sheathed short sword. Weapons were a little redundant on Licani considering they could literally rip people apart, but Dvini was more than competent with a blade.

It was hot as sin, but Licani didn’t sweat, and he knew that his panting and dripping tongue made his escort uncomfortable.

They walked up long steps into the palace. Cool air washed his mouth and he let out a sigh of relief. Heat. Dvini hated the heat. Roguish guards lounged on benches and against wells. Some slapped down cards, others drank from stained rum bottles. At the end of the opening hall was a wooden throne, its back outlined by massive shark’s teeth. Sitting sideways on the throne was Yumi.

The Lord Admiral was a middle-aged man with a big, braided beard. His sun-tanned skin looked like leather. He was missing a pinkie finger, the joint ripped off his hand long ago. A wide brimmed, worn hat sat crooked on his head. When he smiled, Dvini saw he didn’t have his two front teeth, and he stuck his tongue between them. A large cutlass leaned against the throne. It was big enough that from tip to handle it was as tall as its wielder.

“Lord of Chains!” Yumi bellowed. “That’s what they’ve taken to callin’ you outside of the jungle. Quite the moniker.”

Dvini stopped at the foot of the throne. It was raised on a dais, meant to elevate Yumi over his guards and visitors, but because of Dvini’s towering height they looked each other in the eyes.

“Quite.” He grunted. Gods, did he hate that smug, smelly bastard.

“And you’re expandin’ now too? Bayreach too small now for the ambitions of the Lord of Chains?” Yumi grinned.

“Just as the seas weren’t enough for the Piranha of the South Seas.”

“You sharpen that tongue any more, Dvini, and I’ll consider it a drawn blade,” laughed the Lord Admiral. Dvini didn’t take the bait, frowning instead.

“I’ve come to talk business.”

“Business, business, with you it’s always work. Don’t you ever kick back, have a drink, get your dick wet? You’re gonna work yourself to death at this rate.”

“You have deals with the northern kingdoms.” Dvini said. Yumi’s bluster flickered for a moment.

“You’re a well learned man. I hear you’ve got that imp Derry Volks working for you.”

“Aye, that I do.”

“Nasty bastard, that one. You know what happened to his last employer?” Yumi propped his shoulder on the arm of his throne, baring the hole in his teeth.

“Chopped him up, fed him to the bay sharks. I’m aware.”

“What’s stoppin’ him from this time around?”

“I’m not his old employer,” stated Dvini. “Nor will I make the same mistakes.”

“Everyone thinks they’re special, Dvini. Everyone thinks they’re smarter than the man next to them.”

“Bold words, coming from you.”

“You should learn when you should and shouldn’t draw that razor tongue of yours.”

“Now seems as reasonable a time as ever.”

“You aren’t holed up in Bayreach right now. What’s stopping me from just getting you out of my ass once and for all?” Yumi reached over his head, fingering one of the embedded shark teeth. Dvini had to remind himself of how dangerous the Lord Admiral was. Yumi, for all his attitude, was still the man who wrapped the noose around Bayreach and started to pull the knot tight. He was the first one smart enough and mean enough to realize the only way to break the port city was to break the legs it stood on.

Though, Dvini was as much in his way as he was in Dvini’s way.

“Our mutual acquaintance, Derry.”

Yumi snickered. “You think he’ll avenge you?”


“You aren’t giving me a convincing argument.”

“Are you going to be the man who gets between Derry and his payment?” Dvini cocked his head to the side.

“He’s a Dwarf. Their loyalties are as loose as mountains of gold.”

“Sure, if you were paying with mountains,” grunted Dvini. Yumi frowned at that.

“What, you in with the banks?” He asked, and Dvini’s silence answered. “By the Devils of the Deep, you may as well have sold your soul to the demons of the Great Dark.”

“Tri-Mast Bank has been a very good friend to have,” Dvini hummed. Tri-Mast Bank was the largest bank south of the border. The northern half of their continent was deep in the pockets of a bank from the Kingdom of Yulin, and they were Tri-Mast’s biggest competitor. Tri-Mast would be in trouble if Bayreach’s great foundations started to slip because of the Lord Admiral. They and Dvini had similar goals.

“You can’t trust them.”

“Derry’s salary is insured by Tri-Mast. Of course, without me, that money doesn’t get to him, since I have to sign off on the checks,” Dvini let his lips curl into a nasty smile, baring his yellow fangs. “And he’d never get that money if you decided to ‘get me out of your ass,’ as you put it.”

He watched with great satisfaction as Yumi’s brows knotted together and his frown deepened. Besides the desperate ruling families, Dvini was one of the first to embrace the new concept of banking. However, unlike kings and queens who relied on the taxes of their fickle citizens to pay back loans, Dvini had a much more reliable source of income to repay Tri-Mast, even on interest.

“Fine, za Krotka,” growled Yumi. “You’ve got me there.” Dvini shrugged.

“I’m here for business.”

“What is it you’re thinking about?”

“I’ve expanded, as you know. I know of your deals with the northern kingdoms, that certain families from them don’t get harassed by your vagabond army and shaken down as a ‘tax.’ I know you give the Kingdom of Yulin and its vassals preferential treatment,” Dvini narrowed his yellow eyes. “I want a deal like that. You don’t tax my employees coming in and out of the jungle.”

A murderous, smothering silence fell in the court. The guards stopped what they were doing and looked up. The two who had been escorting Dvini inched away from him as if he were poisonous. Yumi cocked an eyebrow.

“You, a two-bit sex slaver, want the same deal as kings?”


“They pay me a flat rate for their safety, that’s how it works. Bayreach isn’t going to defend outside interests, so they can’t stop me, and no king is going to march an army in a jungle to remove me, so they pay. And I’m guessin’ your pockets aren’t as deep as theirs,” sneered Yumi. He was right about that. Bayreach would defend itself, but not the soldiers and merchants from other lands, so Yumi swept in and positioned himself between the two. Bayreach was the most important port in the south, protected by its own bruisers, and damn near a lawless mess. As long as you didn’t murder or rape someone in broad daylight, you’d be fine. Bayreach justice was just as nonchalant as its laws. Justice was found in the bellies of bay sharks, more often than not.

People wanted into the city because of its lawlessness. It’s where exotic, illicit goods could thrive. If you had something interesting and strange, you came to Bayreach. If you wanted to spread your influence and allure, you came to Bayreach. Many roads and routes led back to the city, and the reason Yumi was tolerated was because of the dense jungle. It was cheaper to appease him than kill him.

For now.

“And you haven’t done me one favor, Dvini! Never. All you’ve done is keep me out of Bayreach even though I never did you wrong before.” Yumi lamented. Dvini didn’t need another powerful, ambitious man in the city. Keeping Yumi in the jungle for so long was the best position, but now here they were, because Dvini wanted more.

“I haven’t, have I?” Dvini asked.

“No, never!”

“And what about Calindra?”

Yumi froze in his throne, eyes narrowing dangerously. There were some lines you only crossed when you were willing to take ruinous risks. This was one of them. Yumi stopped lounging, fixing himself in his throne like an Emperor of fuck-all. He leaned forward with a snarl on his face.

“I paid that debt, and you swore never to speak of it again.”

“I’m a slaver, you’re a pirate. Our words are worth their weight in pig shit. Only gold and contracts have weight.”

“You leave her out of this.”

“You leave my employees alone.”

“No!” Yumi roared, and his guards flinched back. “I paid my debt to you for Calindra, and that’s that. I don’t give two fucks if it was your word, or gold, or if I signed a damned blood pact, I paid. You cannot hold that over me anymore.”

Dvini’s lips curled into a smile. He didn’t want to hold her over his head, but he knew she would rile him up. Calindra’s name was just a tactic. That’s what he wanted, to put Yumi in an irrational mood, tip the favor. “And how would the Kingdom of Yulin react then, knowing she’s your lovely little consort?”

“I won’t let a single one of your men leave the south.”

“Derry is already gone. All I need to do is write a letter, and you’ll have a much bigger problem on your hands.” Dvini said.

Calindra, Princess of the Kingdom of Yulin, was one of the highest profile slaves Dvini had ever ‘sold.’ Truthfully, she ran away from Yulin, went missing, ran into Dvini, and he arranged the meeting between her and Yumi. To Yumi it was a sale, and all he had to do was leave the slave ships alone. To Calindra, it was her dear friend Dvini giving her to the safety of a man who would keep her identity a secret. Dvini really couldn’t remember why she ran off. The details had been fuzzy, and he wasn’t keen on remembering people’s long back stories.

“You’re crossing a line, Dvini.” Yumi’s knuckles were white from gripping the throne.

“Kill me here, and you’ll have Derry Volks and his whole kinfolk breathing down your neck. Harass or shake down a single one of my employees, and I’ll make sure that Yulin gets to you, even if they have to burn down the whole jungle to do it. You’re a pirate, Yumi. Do whatever things pirates do and stay out of my way.” Dvini snapped. The guards looked at each other, then at Yumi as if expecting the order to attack. That order would never come. Dvini hadn’t walked into this building with a half-assed plan. Yumi would have ground him into nothingness if he did.

“You’re in dangerous waters right now.” Yumi’s voice rumbled up from his chest.

“I don’t intend to be chum,” Dvini snorted and Yumi bristled. “So, do we have an agreement?”

“Didn’t you just say our words are worth nothing? Where’s the contract?”

“The contract lives with you and breathes the same air as you, and the protection clause is the Royal Army. Do we have an agreement?” He asked again. Dvini took great pleasure in watching Yumi try to think of something, anything, to get out of the situation. Dvini took even greater pleasure watching the old pirate slide down in his throne, teeth clenched in anger.

“We have an agreement.” He forced the words out.

“Wonderful. I’ll let Derry know the good news. I can see my way out.” Dvini didn’t wait for a biting retort. He turned and made his way back toward the door, cloak swishing as he walked. The guards stared at him, then back to Yumi, then back to him, confused why this Licani was able to talk to their leader like that and walk out in one piece. Dvini stepped out into the muggy courtyard and took a much-needed breath.

Curse ambition. Dvini didn’t have love for the politics of expansion. He didn’t even know why he was so keen on making more money, or why he wanted more power. It was just something he felt he had to do, like a boulder tumbling down a hill. Even though Yumi was a big problem now, Dvini knew he was a small player in the larger world and the more Dvini pressed against the world, the more it would press back.

Would he break against the great castle walls of the northern kingdoms? Would he be sucked into the archaic ruins of the east? Would he be driven back home to the west, where he swore never to return?

He couldn’t allow that. Those weren’t options.

A slave stood in front of him once he stepped past the estate walls. He was a stocky, dark skinned man with worried eyes and a doughy face. When Dvini frowned, so did the slave, and he looked like he very much didn’t want to be in the way of a Licani, let alone a notorious slaver. The slave coughed into his hand and gulped. He was sweating, whether from the heat or the situation.

“Mister Dvini,” started the slave.

“Get on with it.”

“The Lady wishes to see you.” He squeaked. Dvini cocked an eyebrow.

“Lead on.” He said, and the slave nodded quickly before trotting off into the jungle. This could be a ploy by Yumi. Would the Lord Admiral really be so stupid as to test his luck? Dvini did back him into a corner, and dangerous men did stupid, violent things when they felt there was no way out. He listened for any odd sounds and made sure his sword could be drawn quickly.

The slave wasn’t leading him anywhere specific, just going deeper and deeper into the jungle. They ducked under vines, steered clear of sunbathing pythons, skirted around towering trees, and dodged ankle breaking roots. Once they were deep enough into the jungle that even Dvini would question his ability to navigate it, the slave stopped. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and dabbed his forehead.

“Dvini!” A girly voice squealed, and a woman popped out from behind a tree with a pair of worried slaves. She looked every bit like a Princess should. Her face was perfect and without a single blemish, youthful and doll-like. Her petite frame was hidden in a big, poofy white dress that had large shoulders and a wide skirt that somehow wasn’t dirty in the middle of the jungle. She was small and dainty, barely cresting five feet. Curly, thick blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. She had plump, pink lips, was wearing blush, and her bright blue eyes glittered in the sunlight.

“Your Majesty,” Dvini dipped his head. She rushed over and lightly beat on his chest.

“I told you not to call me that! I’m not royalty anymore. For you, it’s Cali.” She beamed up at him. The only one who thought she wasn’t royal was herself. As far as Yumi, Dvini, the slaves, and the rest of the world was concerned, she was still the rightful heir to a large kingdom and no amount of words would change that.

“Of course, Cali, apologies,” hummed Dvini, and he placed his hand on her head affectionately. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him in a big hug and burying her head in his belly. What an odd sight it must have been, a Princess and Licani together.

“You didn’t tell me you were visiting Yumi.”

“We had to talk business.”

“About your slaves and all that, right?” She asked.

“Roughly speaking. I don’t want to worry you with the details, little one.” Dvini kept his tone soft. Calindra wasn’t aware of the specifics between his and Yumi’s deal, just as Yumi didn’t know the secrets Dvini and Calindra shared. Their meeting and courtship were all built on lies he planted.

“You work too hard.” She said.

“Time slows for no one.” He said.

“Is that something they say out west?” She asked, and Dvini suppressed a bubble of anger.


“Can we be alone?” She turned to the slaves. They looked between each other, fiddling with the buttons on their sweat soaked shirts.

“W-we are deep in the jungle, Your Ladyship,” stammered one. A valid concern.

“Pretty please?” She pouted. They looked like they were going to protest before but then saw Dvini looming over the Princess and glaring down at them. They were alone, deep in the jungle, with him. That was worse than braving a trek back. The slaves nodded dumbly.

“Yes, of c-course, Your Ladyship.” And they all started to scramble between the trees, ducking under the hanging palm fronds and trying to avoid the spiders the size of their hands and the pythons thick as chains.

Then it was the two of them alone. The heat pricked at him and he started to pant, tongue lolling between his teeth. Maybe it was unseemly, but Dvini didn’t even notice when he did it. Calindra pressed herself against him again, as if she was going for a hug. Her hands traveled down his hips, over his thighs. Dvini cocked an eyebrow and glanced down at him. She looked up, smiling and looking sad.

“Yumi isn’t the best to me.” She said.

“He keeps you safe.”

“That’s the bare minimum.”

“That’s what’s needed to keep your whereabouts a secret from Yulin.” Dvini said, though he forgot why it was so important. Calindra leaned against him, fingers dragging against his leathers.

“When you found me, I was so scared,” She whispered. He only heard her because of his heightened hearing. “And I didn’t know where I was going, just that I had to leave. That first night, when we were together, and you held me and told me you’d keep me safe,” Did he really lie to her like that? “Yumi has never done anything like that for me.”

Her fingers tangled with his belt buckle, and he saw what was going on here. Calindra tugged on it but didn’t try to force it open or force herself on him. What could a five-foot-tall girl do to an eight-foot Licani anyway? She just hid her face under her curly, golden locks and mewled pathetically underneath him while yanking on his belt, trying to get him to decide for her. That’s what she wanted, wasn’t it? Just like when he decided to help her, to save her.

Or, that’s what she thought.

Calindra was neither a buyer, nor supplies, so fucking her was a possibility. She trusted him, far more than she should have. If Yumi ever got too cocky, ever thought he could cross Dvini…No one was closer to the Lord Admiral than Calindra. No one could talk him out of a crazy idea like the adorable little Princess. She wanted Dvini, though the feeling wasn’t mutual. Sex was power. The pleasure of it was only marginally important. What was important to him was getting Calindra to love him, so that when he needed to tighten Yumi’s noose, she would help him pull the knot tight.

And whether she knew it or not, she was his link to the Kingdom of Yulin.

He guided her hands over his belt buckle and tangled his fingers with her. Taking the sign for what it is, Calindra shuddered.

“This is so wrong,” She mumbled as she undid his belt. “You’re a Licani, and I’m with Yumi and…” Calindra trailed off.

“It’ll be okay.” Dvini lied, keeping his voice soft. He helped her, wiggling out of his pants. They slipped down around his ankles, and he kicked them into the underbrush. As a Licani, he didn’t need to wear shoes considering his feet ended in giant padded claws. His legs were covered in the same grey fur at the rest of him. Calindra dropped to her knees, her dress poofing up aroud her. She looked so silly down there, youthful face inches from his crotch.

“Uh…Where’s your…?” She started, but he guided her hands again. Calindra pressed against him and the tip of his cock popped out of its sheath. A bit more coaxing and it slipped out. She let out a little gasp of surprised when his cock flopped onto her face. Twelve inches and bright red, the rumors of Licani’s having the same cocks as the species they were mutated with were true. Equine Licani had horse cocks, Feline Licani had barbed cat cocks, and the ones like Dvini had bright red doggy dicks. His hairy nuts dropped like boulders, and at the base of his prick was a fat knot about the size of her fist.

“I’ve, uh…Never really…I mean, I’m not a virgin, but this is all…” Calindra stammered, trying not to seem nervous when confronted with such a big dick. Dvini felt nothing for her but pretended by did by guiding her hand. It wrapped around his prick and he took a breath.

“It’s just like any other.” He grunted. She nodded dumb before sticking her tongue out and tentatively licking along the shaft. Calindra ran up and down his length, from the knot to the tip, licking at the precum oozing out and suckling on it, her cheeks caving. She swallowed the tip, then a bit more, her plump lips wrapping around his shaft and her hair bobbing as she pushed herself down.

Dvini kept a hand on her head but didn’t try to encourage her any further. She could go at whatever pace she wanted. He ran his claws through her curls, marveling how soft they were and wondering how much effort she put into her hair. Dvini let out a grunt as she pushed herself down a bit more. By now, she had swallowed half of his doggy dick and was already choking, her cheeks puffing out and her tongue sticking out. Spit dribbling out the corner of her mouth and she pulled back, sucking in and finishing with a pop.

“How does it feel?” She asked.

Like nothing special.

“Great,” He lied. “Think you can fit more?”

“Maybe,” nodded the Princess. “But, can you help me get out of my dress?” She stood and turned around. Dvini had to bend down to help her, tugging at the strings of her corset and tossing it onto the dirt. He pulled at her buttons and it loosened around her. She weaseled her way out of the constrictive clothing, and it fell in a little lump. They worked collectively to remove her bra and panties.

Calindra’s body was as flawless as the rest of her. She was something delicate, made of porcelain and so soft it was clear she’d never done a hard day’s work in her life. She’d always been coddled, first by the royal family, then by Dvini, then by Yumi, everything provided for her and taken care of. She didn’t have a problem in the world, and thus didn’t have a blemish on her body. Her tits were larger than the dress let on, a C cup and a handful each. Her doughy ass jiggled with the smallest movement, and Dvini found him staring at it with his cock twitching. The Princess, naked in front of him, was something that anyone would have dreamed of. She turned, pink nipples hard and her face hot with embarrassment. She returned to her knees, latching onto his cock with those soft, puffy lips.

A knot a hatred writhed in his chest like a nest of black snakes.

As she sucked his cock, he was less infatuated by her perfect appearance and more latched on to the idea that this girl had never struggled. How unfair was that? Calindra was only sucking his cock because she wanted to, she didn’t even have to out of necessity. This wasn’t a struggle for her. This wasn’t hard. Dvini was coddling her, and his eye twitched as she could barely swallow half of him.

He wasn’t thinking straight when he grabbed her head and shoved her down to his knot. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a gurgle of surprise. “Grkh,” Spit splattered onto his hips and she slapped her hands on his thighs. Her throat constricted around him, tightening and sending arcs of pleasure through his body. She lapped desperately at the underside of his cock and her face turned from pink, to red, to crimson as he choked her half to death.

Dvini pulled her off before she could pass out and she sucked in a breath of air. Her eyes were glazed, and she blinked herself back to sense. Her hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping away at it like she didn’t know what else to do. “I’ve…Never deepthroated -” She started but he stopped her short by pushing her back down. Dvini had to give her credit. She handled it better than most handled twelve inches of red dog dick. Her throat bulged and tightened. Bubbles of snot came out her nose and she let out some more worried noises as she gagged.

He started to buck his hips, one claw on her head, the other holding her chin. “Hrkh, hrkh, hrkh,” She grunted. Dvini hated what she stood for, the prim, proper ease of royalty. How simple life was, to be a princess. So simple that even when she left her kingdom, she was still taken care of. He wasn’t going to kill her, as badly as he wanted. He wasn’t even going to break her, though he could have fucked her into a coma if he wanted. Calindra was so much more useful to him alive, and even more useful if she thought he loved her.

When he was through with her, he’d toss her aside like he did all the others. That thought nearly made him cum.

He continued to facefuck her. She’d widened her knees and lowered her ass, so that the chub of her hips and thighs formed a crease and he could see the shape of her rear. Her face was a mess, her mascara running down in dark lines down her porcelain skin, eyes red and puffy like she had an allergy and not that she was being throatfucked.

Dvini pulled back out and slapped her across the face with his cock, smearing precum and spit. Her flushed breasts heaved with each breath, and she jerked him off with both hands.

“By the gods,” She breathed. “Holy fuck, I never thought this would happen.” And she latched back on, cheeks caving in as she sucked his cock. Calindra rotated her hands like she was grinding pepper, smearing her fingers with spit. She slurped and suckled, the jungle filled with wet, sloppy smacks of her lips.

She patted her cheeks with his meat. “I love your cock, fuck me,” muttered the gorgeous little Princess. Gods, did he want to ruin her. “I want you to fuck me, Dvini. Fuck me.”

He grunted and grabbed her, yanking her to her feet and pushing her against a tree. She yelped with surprise as she was handled and tossed around. It wasn’t hard with their size difference. Dvini wasn’t blessed with the typical bulk of other Licani, but he was still much stronger than the average human, and even a normal man could have tossed Calindra around, she was so small. He wondered if she would be able to take him all. Not like he cared, he would try anyway.

“Just, be a bit gentle at first,” Calindra said, reaching between her legs to rub the tip of his cock against her pussy. She was dripping, and he could smell her sex. It tickled his nose. “I don’t know if I can – Oh! Oh, fuck! Dvini, fuck!” Calindra squealed as he pushed himself in. She tried to reach back and slow him down, but she was too little and resigned to her fate. Gripping the tree, she pushed her face against it and had to stand on her tip toes to hike her ass up enough, so it’d be comfortable for the two of them. Dvini was squatting as he slipped inch after inch into her.

She was tight, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice. He felt it squeezing him and trying to milk him for everything he was worth. He wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of finishing quickly. One hand latched on to her hip, the other grabbing a fistful of golden curls. She mewled and groaned while he filled her up and winced as he pushed against her deepest parts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” She stammered. “I don’t know if I can take you all, fuck me, you’re huge.”

She’d take him all, eventually.

Dvini pulled back, feeling her pussy squeezing to keep him inside. He thrust forward, and she shrieked in pleasure. His hips clapped against her pale ass. Her pussy squelched with every slow thrust. Each one was harder than the next, and the second thrust came quicker. His grip against her was tight as he started to speed up. Dvini could only think about stuffing himself in her and knotting her.

His hips slapped loudly, and she grunted in rhythm with him. “F-fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes,” She growled, reaching before and spreading her cheeks. He saw her asshole wink up at him. “Skewer me on that fat doggy dick.”

Dvini wasn’t one to deny the wishes of royalty.

He jammed the rest of his cock in and felt himself push into her womb. Calindra let out a shriek and tried to wiggle away, but she was pinned between the tree and Dvini. Her abdomen bulged with each mighty thrust. He was up to his knot now and let go of her hair. Her head hung loose, and he grabbed her hips with both hands.

It was getting too hard to stay in a squat. Dvini stood and Calindra let out a groan somewhere between pleasure and pain as he lifted her off the ground. Her legs hung limp underneath them as he used her. Used her body, just like he’d use her emotions and royal blood. His cock plunged deep into her womb, stretching her own.

“M-mold my insides,” She cried. “Mold me to y-your…D-dog cock,” He’d mold her into his perfect toy. “I-I fucking l-love you.”

What a funny thing to say when you’re lifted up and being fucked by a wolfman. Love. How long had it been since Dvini loved anything other than making people squirm? People were like worms, and he took great satisfaction in watching them writhe on hooks. Was that love? Dvini didn’t love Calindra, didn’t even love what she could do for him. He didn’t even love that he was fucking her. He slapped her ass once and she squeaked. Dvini slapped it again, leaving a scratch mark from his claws and maybe that’s the closest he got to loving her when she yelped in genuine pain, not from the cock she was impaled on.

“I love you too,” breathed the slaver, because he needed Calindra to get what he wanted. He had suffered, and he would make everyone else suffer too. It was only fair.

“C-cum in inside m-me. Please. I…I need…Your cum.” She cried out. Dvini was lost in his head, thinking of all the terrible things he could do the everyone who crossed him, and nearly forgot about Calindra. Still, he was only mortal, and with a loud, animalistic grunt, he pushed his knot in her.

She wasn’t expecting that, and wasn’t expecting his knot to expand, so her cry of surprise turned into a cry of genuine pain as her pussy as stretched to its limits. He knotted her. They were stuck together, and she had no choice but to lean against the tree and take his cum. He grunted as he came, dumping his load in her.

“Fuck yes,” Calindra mewled. “I’ve wanted this f-for so long.” Her stomach expanded slightly as she was flooded with his seed. He finally let go of her and she dropped like a bag of rocks, her head hitting the ground and her ass and legs still up in the air from the knot. She panted, just like he was doing.

“I love you, Calindra.” Dvini said. The words made his mouth taste funny.

“I love you too, Dvini.” She said with a smile. He wanted to rip her head off when she smiled at him.

They were stuck together for several minutes, and when his knot finally deflated his cock slipped out of her with an audible pop and splattered jizz on the tree. She slumped down. Cum leaked out of her stretched hole, and she laid there, arms and legs spread out. Jungle noises returned, creeping into his senses, reminding him why he was there, what he was doing. Fucking the princess of one of the largest military forces on the continent. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, waiting. That’s what so much of life was. Waiting.

Dvini looked back down when Calindra crawled on her knees again and started lapping at his cock. She licked up the excess cum smeared on his red rocket. Her lips slipped over the tip and she jerked any extra cum out of him, gulping it down like she’d die without it. Her cheeks and tits were flushed pink.

“Cali,” Dvini looked down at her. She peeked up from his dick, the tip still lodged in her mouth and pushing out a cheek. “Do you really love me?”

She smiled, pulling herself off. “Mhm. You make me feel safe and…Well, with this now,” She reached down between her legs, spreading her lips which was been leaking cum in a small pile on the jungle floor. “Maybe I’ll get pregnant? This is a lot of cum.”

“Pregnant…” The words that drove many men into worried fits sank in Dvini’s mind like a ship anchor. If the inheritor to the throne of the Kingdom of Yulin was with his child, then…

Wheels turned in his head, driving the machine of ambition that crushed all in his path.

“Can I come stay with you?” She asked, snapping him out of his fantasies. Dvini frowned and shook his head.

“No. People would recognize you in Bayreach.”

“I can just stay in your palace.”

“I don’t have a palace.” He said.

“Really? Huh, Yumi always said you did.” Calindra continued to jerk him off while they talked, even though his dick was already slipping back into its sheath.

“Bayreach isn’t good for you anyway. Too many criminals and it’s a lawless pitstain.”

“Then why do you stay there?”

“It’s the safest place for me.”

“Do you run it?”

“No. Bayreach has its own governor.”

“Are you friends?” She asked. Calindra asked a lot of questions.

“No,” Dvini muttered. The governor and he weren’t on the best terms, but people in power around Dvini tended to dislike him. “Regardless, you need to stay with Yumi for you.”

“But I want to live with you,” pouted the precious, pompous princess.

“You can, later,” Dvini said. He bent down, cupping her head in his claws and bringing her face close to his. He smelled the sweat on her skin and his pits, the stench of his load rising from her crotch, and the ghost of a perfume somewhere underneath all that. “One day, we’ll be together. But for now, you have to stay with Yumi.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but the hard look in his eyes shut her up. Calindra puffed her cheeks and blew hot air out her nose. “Alright, fine.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll come for you one day though, don’t you worry,” giggled Calindra before kissing him on his nose. Like he was a puppy. Maybe that’s how she saw him – a thing to be doted on and treated with childish affection. She was probably the only person in the whole world who saw him like that.

“I’m not worried, not at all. In fact, I’m counting on it,” He kissed her forehead and straightened himself. “Now, lets get you dressed and back home. I need to return to Bayreach.”

Then they dressed, Calindra turning to him and letting him put her dress back on like she was a doll. The claw mark on her ass vanished as she slipped into the puffy clothes. She fluffed out her hair, smoothing back a few strands from her forehead. She turned on him as he was putting his pants back on.

“How do I look? Like I wasn’t just fucked in the jungle by a Licani?” She held her arms out and twirled.

“I never would have guessed. Let’s get going.” He took her hand in his and guided her back the way he came. He was no outdoorsman, but his sense of direction was keen enough, his senses so sharp he could avoid the dangers lurking in the trees. Once they were back on the path, right past the estate’s walls, Calindra forced Dvini to bend down and she gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Love you.” She breathed, turning and rushing off back to the arms of her protector.

Dvini watched her disappear, the soft smile and doughy expression he wore for her sake melting away like ice in the sun. His hard look returned, lips a thin black like and yellow eyes gleaming. He stalked off, back toward Bayreach, his mind spinning with all the possibilities and the many new paths open to him. There was still so much to do, so much money to be made and so many situations to take advantage of. He’d plot his next course soon, and move further toward his final goal, whatever that was. Dvini, for all his drive and selfishness, didn’t know why he was like that. He didn’t know where he was going, or what was at the end of the path he was sprinting down. Reaching up, he pulled his cloak tight and didn’t think too hard about it. Life had a way of rearing its head and spitting at you, whether you were ready or not. Dvini was always ready. He’d been ready since the day he left his home in the west and promised never to return.

Dvini was sure of one thing. He hated Calindra’s guts and would use her until she was nothing but a withered husk.

For the first time that day, Dvini wore a genuine smile at the thought.

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