A New World, Pt.02

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Jason moaned, too caught in the moment to care where he was or what he was doing. The slave quarters of the palace, more of a brothel for nobles, those in power and, of course, the emperor to enjoy the pleasure slaves, had undergone an upgrade. There was still the snaking "river" through the indoor, the pool they could dip into and out of as they pleased, more or less, but there was a deck expanding out into the gardens with recessed seating areas, plush with pillows.

The rooms were easy to get to, extending off from the main socialising area, although Jason rarely went into anyone's room other than Avery's, of course. The fox seemed safer, though Jason had garnered an ever-increasing amount of attention from the femfurs in particular there, being the only human.

He'd never considered being exotic to anyone, but he most certainly was in a world of anthros, as much as he squirmed at the notion still. Jason didn't want to be in the spotlight, not with so many hungry eyes on him, but there were more than enough femfurs around to at least get a rise out of him.

While taking a break, his stomach comfortably full but not overly so, he relaxed back on a lounger with no sides to it, set low to the ground. The water rushing by caught his attention and he slid his lazy gaze over to a skunk bending over for a stallion, a huge length of shaft powering its way into her soft, receptive sex. Jason swallowed hard. He could at least be glad he hadn't had to take anything of that size yet, though he was more amenable to being with males too, after spending time with Avery.

His cheeks warmed, attention going to the library and special collections he'd been allowed access to -- when no one needed him, that was. His existence there was still very much that of a slave, even if he had some ability to go around and read, spending time by himself. The lack of freedom chafed at him.

"Hi, Jason..."

A grey-furred mouse swung her hips as she approached, encouraging his eyes to drop to them. He groaned in the back of his throat. Seline. She'd taken a special interest in him of late and he swept his gaze up swiftly to her breasts. She was particularly gifted in her chest, her breasts bare and heavy.

To Jason, it would have been impossible for his body not to respond, a rush of blood tempting his cock. Many of the slaves there were naked, even though there were some others with lingerie and other revealing clothing on, but it was never required unless specially requested. At the very least, he was comfortable being naked around others, even if Jason had needed to slowly come to terms with the revealing, exhibitionistic nature of almost always being on show there.

For there was no privacy for him or others as the mouse swung her leg over him, straddling him as he lay back on the soft, comfortable lounger. Jason's hands lifted to her hips and swept up her sides, for not to grope her chest would have been a travesty indeed, at least to him. He needed to squeeze them in his hands, digging his fingers greedily into her soft, wanton flesh.

"Mmm... Seline..."

He breathed her name, but there was still very much a part of Jason that did not truly feel like he was there in the moment. Everything there had an ethereal quality to it as she slipped over him, her wet heat gently encasing his cock. Her folds parted for the head of his member and Seline readily took him deep as the mouse's slim tail curled back and forth behind her.

"Ohhh... Oh, yes!"

He'd fucked her and been fucked by her so many times over the last few weeks in the brothel, though the weight of the collar rested heavily around his neck all the same, reminding him of the slave he was. Yet it was too good to ease into the moment, even though there was a part of him that still knew all that was going on there was wrong, that he shouldn't have even been there.

Yet Jason couldn't help himself, falling prey to aching desire as he had so many times already. He squeezed her tits and ran his hands around to the sides of her boobs, pushing and kneading them lusciously together as his eyes hungrily followed the shift of her pink nipples, showing through her light, grey fur. He planted his feet on either side of the lounger, for it was not all that wide for that very purpose, and thrust up into Seline even as she rode him, hips bucking to take his cock as deep as it could go.

There was nothing more pleasurable than her velvety, slick pussy rippling around his cock, though she could not milk him of his seed in that moment. That would have to come naturally, for Jason had already ejaculated only some time ago, serving a noble dragon who had come by to see what the brothel had to offer. As he'd been a close friend of the emperor, it had been natural for Jason to consider his pleasure first and foremost, to go all out.

But the mouse fur bounced on him like he was the key to her pleasure, her moans filling the air to such an extent that heads turned towards them, more and more taking a closer interest in them. His cock throbbed in the grip of her pussy, tightening around him, and he swept one hand down from her breasts, swirling his fingertip around her clit as he teased her moisture around the sensitive nub.

Jason groaned, but he didn't need to be in control of himself, even as he watched her tits bounced. She rounded her back, leaning heavily on his chest for support, as her cries cut through the air. She climaxed before him and he took a rush of joy in bringing her to such a point of liquid need with his body alone, taking the needs of her body into account before his own. That didn't mean he wasn't going to get off, however, her sex clenching tightly around him with a needy pull as he rocked up, quivering with need.

A moment later, desire coursed through him as his quads and glutes tensed, working together so he could power up into her, his hand dropping to her hip while the other toyed with her clit still, offering the mouse anthro a stable surface to grind into through her own orgasm. Yet his balls ached with that pulsing push of need to empty themselves all over again and he barely even knew how long the mouse had been riding him for.

It didn't matter, not as they both enjoyed one another, even though Jason would find himself in continued demand.

And, so it was. For his life in the brothel, he was not someone who had too much of a difficult time, but it was very much not the life he had wanted for himself, or what he was used to. He had to do his duties, along with Avery the red fox, and hold his head high, smiling when he was supposed to smile and servicing the emperor too when the naga came to visit him too.

That... No, that he wouldn't talk about, or think about. It was not a good part of his time there, though he was grateful especially for Avery when they had some to be alone. It was a few months on from Avery uncovering how to unlock the magical slave collars, though Jason still swore he could feel it around his neck even when it was not there. He supposed that was something common amongst those in a similar position.

Once, he'd asked a fennec fox, Aria, what she thought of being a slave there, but the vixen had only smiled and eased on to all fours for him, putting a subtle arch into her back. She showed off for him, lifting her thick, fluffy tail high and waving it lightly back and forth in such an open invitation that he had not felt honestly comfortable refusing it in any way.

Jason had pushed eagerly into her, his cock rising to attention swiftly and throbbing with need. Her tail had swept back around him, as if she was giving him a hug with it, and he'd spent some rather fascinated time otherwise running his fingers through the light fluff and even laying his cheek into it.

It was different to taking her, however, even if Aria was, in a way, distracting him from the question; maybe the anthros there didn't want to think about what their existence meant, or maybe they knew they'd have a worse time of it if they were not a part of the emperor's brothel? It was hard to say and others were cagier about it than he had ever found Avery to be, which was, at the very least, a blessing.

He never got an answer from the vixen, but he didn't want to force her. Not as he ploughed into her and finally laid his chest over her back. He held her close and buried his face between her large, rounded ears, thrusting harder and faster until the sweet swell of completion roared through him. He spent his liquid pleasure into her pussy and she bucked against him, begging for more even then, with whimpers and whines. Despite everything, he would be more than ready to bring her to orgasm, even if he'd had his fill of her.

There was a certain black cat fur, however, who visited the brothel frequently, and he both caught Jason as if he was locked in the gaze of a predator and sent a shiver of arousal through his body every time he was around. It took Jason some time to recollect that he was the very same black feline who had purchased Jason at the market for the naga emperor, but it seemed to be a small detail in the grand scheme of things.

Apparently, from the other slaves, the black cat was an assassin, named Beriol. The slaves, of course, very rarely had any cause in the slightest to learn his name, but it was good to know for means of identification from time to time. Beriol was tall and handsome, with a sharp jawline and quivering, white whiskers. Jason might have mistaken him for a leopard with a melanistic coat colouring, often called a black panther back in his world, but he knew better there. The softer cheeks and gentler shape to his face showed him to be a commoner feline and yet there seemed to be nothing common about the assassin in the slightest.

He might have been spellbinding, always taking an interest in Jason and watching him from afar when he visited the brothel, but he was a symbol of the darker activities that went on there too. From time to time, he was caught dragging off another slave, towing the elegant ibex by a horn while he kicked and screamed. It didn't take a highly intelligent creature to tell what was happening when the lash of a whip cracked through the air and the ibex slave's screamed echoed through their quarters.

That was hardly a pretty sight and Jason quivered, some of the other femfurs taking him aside so he could spend time with them. It was easier to soak themselves in passion and lust, leaning into the pleasures of the body, which were theirs to take as they pleased. Of course, they had duties in attending to the emperor too, whether it was in servicing his body or standing behind the throne to fan him, or just being paraded about as one of the emperor's current favourite slaves: they all had a role to play and they had to act the moment exactly as others intended.

He lost himself on the cushions with a mare fur riding his cock while a rabbit anthro nuzzled between them, trying to get to his cock while her tongue played over the base of it and his balls. Jason moaned and rocked his hips, but he could barely even reach the eager bunny as more femfurs still crowded around him. Yet he could languish there for as long as he liked. Sex at the brothel, until they were pulled away to be used, was by all means an accepted activity.

So, no one disturbed them as Jason lay back on the pillows and took another anthro, a skunk, in against his side to kiss, moaning into her mouth. There were more femfurs still around him, everyone trying to get as close as possible, an otter and an ibex kneeling close to his head, wantonly waiting on their turn. The human had been one of the most coveted slaves in the brothel so far and, of course, everyone wanted to spend time with him. That was not such a bad thing, even though Jason was not used to being in such a position.

He was one of the lucky ones who could sweep away her worries and cares as the mare bucked on him, wanting more even in the heat of the moment. He licked his lips, kissing the ibex as the femfurs around him swapped out, enjoying the feel of warm breasts against him. The bunny rested the side of her face on his thigh and he groaned, letting them all take him away from reality into passion.

They had to take their delight where they could find it there.

The ibex broke the kiss as others clamoured for attempting, leaving him free to grab on to the mare's hips and thrust rampantly up into her. Jason was not to be denied that time, not as he wholeheartedly threw himself away from the reality of the moment, a cushion sliding away from his right foot as he found a firmer base to thrust from. She bucked on top of him, her tail flagged and the velvety, grey underside to the dock exposed, yet he was lost in the moment -- with her.

All he had to do was revel in it, the milking pull of her pussy around his cock coaxing him on, even as he held her in a light crouch above him, her hips sunk low. Jason gasped aloud, saliva cooling on his parted lips, but he was caught up where he needed to be, spellbound by the pound of his own hips, glutes squeezing for power and balance. Her sex enveloped him and pulled harder, her clenching squeezes rippling along the length of his member, though he was only dimly aware of her climax before his.

For his came a moment later, exploding within her and pulling the mare anthro down on his cock until he was forced to sit back down into the cushions, no longer pushed up from the ground. Lost there, Jason moaned, eyes half-closed, not seeing the world around him even as a hand wickedly crept up the mare's body for a feel and a cup of one of her sensually heavy breasts.

However, Jason was not to escape the demands of Beriol, the black feline. He stalked him as if Jason was nothing more than prey to him, though he could only be glad that Beriol was not seeking to harm him or punish him in any way. Of course, Avery and he would have been due punishment if their transgressions with removing their slave collars had ever been caught, but the fox was sly and quiet, dipping behind the attention of those in the slave quarters.

"You are mine tonight," the black cat purred, snagging Jason with a large paw in the small of his back, drawing him to him. "The femfurs adore you... but your attentions are best taken with a male of my stature."

Jason swallowed hard and nodded, heart pounding in his chest. He didn't want to -- and yet there was a part of him that did too, at the same time. Could both things co-exist? His reasoning for not wanting to lie with the black cat was that it was special with Avery -- but how did that even match up to him fucking every femfur in the brothel and the visiting dignitaries and nobles who wanted his attention? Even the emperor had not asked him to service him sexually yet, preferring to parade Jason around like a jewel. He most enjoyed having Jason merely to stand next to his throne, though Jason was under no illusion that the naga would not want to make use of him at some point. It was the way of it there.

However, Beriol took him to a softly blanketed span near the indoor lazy river, where they could look out over the gardens and the deck too. His lips nipped at Jason's bare, exposed neck and he moaned without thinking about it, tipping his head back for Beriol's touch. Why did it have to feel so good?

"Tonight, you are mine and only mine. What do you say to that, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

He shivered, knowing the words and feeling them in his core. There was a side of him that wanted to fold to his knees before the black feline, to worship every inch of him and give himself. But maybe that was Jason's time in the brothel finally getting to him -- and he was not to be blamed for that.

He had to take his pleasure where he could.

Beriol rocked him on to all fours, a pillow hugged to his chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And yet it was not, not for Jason, not even as the feline purred and lapped over his bare neck and shoulders, easing down his back with a tempting rake of his claws. Yet Beriol never pressed hard enough with them to break the skin, heat rushing to Jason's cheeks as he arched back into the cat's touch.

It was exotic and so erotic that his skin tingled luxuriously with every brush from the feline's claws. Sometimes the sharper ends were used on his body and other times the feline took care to roll his claws a little more, along with his hand-like paw, to brush the smoother side along Jason's body. It had him panting and grunting, wanting to lean into it in a way he had never done before, warmth flooding his body.

If his physical reactions in that manner had not been enough to show him how turned on he was by all Beriol was doing to him, his shaft throbbing to swift attention gave it all away. That was not something Jason could ever deny and he was not all that sure he would have wanted to. For it was just another note of pleasure he could take from the moment as the cat positioned himself behind him and reached around, gently stroking his cock.

"Mmm... You will be divine to take. And your first."

Jason swallowed hard.

"Yes, Master... You... will be my first."

He didn't know if what he'd done with Avery counted or not, but he wasn't about to tell the cat otherwise. There were certain things he had to say, as a slave, and Jason couldn't dip away from it all, not even then.

His answer, as intended, seemed to please the feline and Beriol hugged around his back gently, a rumbling purr coursing through him. Jason whimpered, eyes closed, still a little afraid -- for how could he not be when he knew Beriol was the right-hand man of the emperor himself? Oh, how anthros at the brothel talked and talked... It would be the best place in the palace, or maybe even beyond, to pick up secrets, if one was so inclined.

Yet Beriol was strong, muscles flexing around Jason as he held him tight in a tender moment. The feline positioned the tip of his member at Jason's pucker and he tensed for a moment, not wanting to let him in. It didn't help all that much that Beriol's cock was lubed up already, the feline clearly having taken care of it while Jason was posed on all fours for him, ready for him.

"Relax, slave... You'll be begging for me in no time."

Jason didn't think that was so. Not at all, not while he swore he could feel Avery's eyes on him as a would-be rival took him. Still, he moaned as Beriol's cock ground into his tight ring, stretching him open, and bucked back against him, wanting more even in the crux of the moment.

It should not have felt as good as it did, but he wanted the pleasure rather than the strain, balancing on the edge of being too much for him, even then. Ecstasy of the lustful kind was far better, at least in Jason's opinion, than pain, but there was some of that too when being penetrated. Despite everything, he was simply unused to it, as it was not something he at all naturally took to.

But it could be euphoric too when he allowed the moment to course through him, throbbing and pulsing, as if he could feel every drop of blood singing its way around his body. He huffed hotly and bowed his head, shoulders aching with the strain of holding his torso up from the ground. The feline smoothly ground into him, taking his time, Jason's backside stretching around him as a sense of fullness swelled inside him.

The cat didn't waste time once he was buried inside him, however, wanting to take him and craving Jason as much as the man wanted pleasure for his own. Maybe the ways of the anthro world were, in a way, rubbing off on him too as Beriol thrust, pounding his ass and claiming him in long, overpowering strokes of his cock that made Jason want to quake at his hind paws.

In that moment, with the black cat's hips bouncing off his raised buttocks, he could have given himself, completely, to Beriol. It was not something Jason would ever have been proud to admit, but it was good. Every stroke felt like it reached the core of his being as Beriol took him, the cat's arms going around him to seductively lay his chest over Jason's back once more. Jason had always felt a little "set back" during doggystyle, but he'd been the one giving it before. It was different when someone pressed in closely like that, when they thrust as if two bodies were becoming one, Beriol's furred hips and crotch bouncing off smooth, vulnerable human flesh.

The cat sped up, Jason's cock aching. Yet Jason was not aware Avery was watching, not all that far away, the fox sitting with his legs in the carved-out river, pretending he was cooling off. No one else gave him a second thought, for he was a permanent fixture in the slave quarters and wore, of course, the collar expected of him too. Yet Avery's stomach churned with dark, heated jealousy, unable to help himself.

His tail tucked down, closer to his backside, and he sat a little hunched over, tension lining the round of his shoulders and the tight line of his neck -- to those who cared to see it there. With so many eyes skipping over him, even though he was sometimes called on for service too, Avery rested there, though he never once took his eyes from Jason and Beriol.

His attention, however, was not on the cat, not even as muscles tensed and showed through his dark fur. He could only watch Jason, how he pushed back on to that cock, crying out for him, seemingly without even realising what he was doing at all. Avery pressed his lips together, swallowing the lump in his throat, though it did nothing to help, unsurprisingly, ease the tension in his body.

He needed Jason, though he knew Jason had to give in to Beriol too: he didn't at all blame him for that. But he wanted to be the one behind Jason, even using his knot on him, feeling the human clench around him.

It was the life of a slave -- and that was exactly why the two of them had to get out of there. It was not the kind of life where they could languish forever, even if, admittedly, Avery had never heard anyone leaving the palace service alive. Yet they had to try, had to take back their freedom in some way or another.

Jason's moans rose as the cat fucked him, Beriol speeding up, stroke after stroke overpowering his captured prey. Avery swallowed again, the pink length of his tongue sweeping out against the side of his muzzle, but his cock was out too and, somehow, the fingers of his paw curling around it like they had always intended to do such a thing.

He slowly pumped and worked over the length of his cock as if it was the most natural thing in the world -- but how could he not when Jason groaned so wonderfully? Avery told himself, with a shudder, that it was just for him, that Jason was moaning for him. It helped him feel more centred in the moment, like he was more a part of what was going on rather than being set back from the scene he wanted to be in the thick of.

Jason grunted, bowing his head in unspoken submission as Beriol hammered into him, ruthlessly grinding deep. At the last moment, the cat's breath rasping in his windpipe, chest juddering against his back, his gaze lifted and locked with Avery's. Yet only for a moment as Beriol slammed deep and Jason's eyes dropped to Avery's cock, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Avery only gets like that when he's really turned on.

Jason quivered with delight, a breathy grunt breaking his lips, yet Beriol took it all as for him, his due, as the cat ground into his ass as deep as he could. Then and only then did the muscular feline explode within him, his balls emptying every drop of cum they had to give, hips shuddering up to Jason's ass so not a sliver of his cock went to waste.

Beriol groaned in the back of his throat, murmuring in wonder as he spent his load. He remained grounded in the moment, however, giving short pumps of his hips to coax all his seed, to draw every drop of pleasure from his orgasm he possibly could. It was his right, after all. Yet Beriol could not help but be fascinated by Jason and the hairless nature of his body. He ran his fingers over Jason's back, admiring how the muscles twitched and flexed, how so much of his body was exposed.

"You..." He rumbled, his voice coarse with raw desire. "You will be my mate, human. This is your destiny."

Jason trembled under him, but a small nod was all Beriol needed from him. He nodded more boldly himself, approving of the human's response. It was always so much easier when a slave learned and behaved well, for he didn't have to involve himself in the nasty business of disciplining them. However, neither he nor the emperor would see a slave or a citizen of his empire step out of line, not even a claw.

Avery stroked his knot as the cat bowed over Jason's back as if he had already made him his biting into his flesh. He gave his knot a squeeze, but he stiffened as the naga approached, his brilliantly green body snaking across the floor, sweeping between furniture and soft floor coverings as if he was in the slave quarters all the time. He held himself tall and regal, tongue flickering in and out of his mouth in that snake-like fashion, dripping in ropes of gold chains and fine gemstones, surely mined from faraway lands.

Or maybe from his own kingdom, coveting them all for himself. The emperor kept fine things around him. Yet the naga smiled with an uncannily open mouth as his right-hand man pulled from Jason's ass, a creamy spill of cum flowing down the back of Jason's right leg. It may have only been a little, but it was more than enough to mark the human as "his."

"I sssee you have claimed your mate," the emperor said, drawing himself a little taller as femfurs from the brothel flocked to him, fawning over him and rubbing the length of his body, down over his coils. "I approve. See that he falls in line, though his services will still be needed here."

Jason swallowed hard, unwilling to meet Avery's gaze. What did that mean for him? Would he have to sleep somewhere else -- with Beriol? That would take him away from the fox and was very much not something he wanted to happen. He had to be close to Avery so they could keep making their plans to get away, though Jason wished more of the slaves around there would be amenable to some form of freedom. It seemed like they had lived in the slave quarters of the palace for so long that they had very little memory, if any, of the outside world and all it entailed for them.

They could live a life of freedom, somewhere, but were unwilling to go through the trials to get there. And that was their right and their decision to make too.

The emperor moved on to enjoy his female slaves, everyone rushing to be the first to receive his attention. Jason had no idea whether they were genuine in their affection or if they were looking at things in the sense of putting themselves in his favour, but it was not something he wanted to engage in. Thankfully, or perhaps not so, the emperor seemed happy to relinquish him to Beriol.

So, he didn't have to deal with the emperor, but he did have to concern himself with the black cat. He didn't know which was worse, but he didn't honestly want to find out. Beriol, at the very least, had been kind to him and he had been surprisingly gentle... That had been surprising.

Attention drifted from them as Beriol bore Jason back on to the cushions again, sitting with his legs apart so the cat could rest between them. He pushed Jason up on the cushions so he sat a little higher, but the human submitted still, quietly looking down at his still hard cock.

Jason hardly expected the cat to bow his head, his long tongue rasping out lightly against his length. He moaned, head going back, not anticipating that kind of attention in the slightest. It seemed wrong, being that he was the slave and the cat his master, but he wasn't so sure he understood the dynamic between them. Even though he knew he couldn't fall into the way of thinking the cat was looking out for him, he wanted to, in a way.

He wanted to be cared for and protected, to be looked after in a world that was entirely unfamiliar to him, no matter how long he lived there. Avery was a slave like him and he knew the fox would do everything he could for him, although it was strange to think someone so much more powerful could have an interest in him too.

Jason shook it off. That was just his life there getting the better of him -- and he couldn't allow it. Not even as he sank into pleasure, the cat purring around his hard length as he showed him just what he was capable of delivering. Even though Jason was the slave, he slurped up the length of his cock, giving oral in return, even though he had not asked the same of Jason.

He grunted and rocked his hips forward, but otherwise kept his hips as firmly pinned into the cushions as he could, afraid to do anything out of turn. He had not had sharp teeth like that around his cock for a while and a chill rippled down his spine. It was dangerous to do anything with Beriol and yet it was very much something Jason had no choice in at all.

So, he let pleasure wash over him, slowly and gently, letting the black cat savour him like he was something to be enjoyed. But that was all it was when the feline thought him to be nothing more than an object, something that could be owned. He had to take what he could, even then, and his shaft twitched within Beriol's maw, the muscle at the base of his cock pulling as his lower abdomen tightened.

Such moments were spent in lust and he groaned, curling forward, even though Jason did not at all dare to say anything, to move even a muscle out of place. If it had been Avery before him, he would have held on to the fox as if he was the only thing to root him in the moment. He could not do the same with the feline, of course, so quivered in place as liquid lust surged like a wave breaking inside him.

Beriol did not allow him to cum in his mouth, of course, but Jason honestly wouldn't have expected anything less. It was not suitable to their dynamic, regardless of how the feline wanted to treat him, and Beriol drew back in time to masturbate Jason, bringing him over the edge and spending his seed over his paw. Jason groaned and huffed, not knowing how loud he could be with the feline, as he lost control, feeling smaller than ever, despite the cloud of bliss threatening to swallow him whole. But could it really be all that bad if Beriol was going to look after him too?

Not dreadful, he decided as Beriol wiped off his paw and bid him farewell with nothing so much as a proper, feeling goodbye. No... It was not dreadful to be owned by an assassin who treated him tenderly, but that still didn't mean it was what his heart yearned for.

"He is not your mate."

Jason looked up, the fox standing over him with the tiniest of downturns to his lips. It was as if Avery wanted to frown and yet did not quite dare to, even then.

Jason swallowed, heat flooding his cheeks and neck. It was not shame, not even as he'd been taken by the cat before his preferred mate and partner, but it was there all the same. His eyes wandered to Avery's still hard cock, the knot swollen and almost painfully large. The poor fox had not even had the chance to get off, or maybe it was more that he didn't want to.

"It is late," Avery said gently, his eyes darting to other groups of furs around the open area, many retiring to rooms where their sexual services or presence was not required. "Come."

They headed back to Avery's room, not drawing any attention from the amorous furs left behind and Jason went gladly into the fox's arms. It was right to be there and he buried his face in the crook of Avery's neck, greedily inhaling the fox's scent, over and over again. The lily of the soap they were required to use flooded his nostrils as he breathed in, but it was not as if it was enough to overwhelm the fox's natural musk, the earthy aroma that would forever set him apart from anyone else.

"I'm glad to be back here, with you..."

Avery pulled back, dropping a soft kiss on lips that were never made to kiss those of a fox. Jason groaned and tried to lean into it, but Avery paused and shook his head.

"Let me."

For he knew what Jason needed, even though he had only recently climaxed. He needed more, that intimacy and closeness with another, settling into a deeper, more lustful moment than ever before. As he sat back on the bed, Avery dipped between his legs, never once breaking eye contact with Jason.

Electricity fizzled pleasantly through him and Jason caught his breath as he fought the urge to rock his hips forward, enjoying the moment. But it was with Avery and not the black cat, so everything was as it was supposed to be, something he wanted to say locked up in his throat. Maybe it would all come out in time as the fox bathed his cock in long laps of his tongue, slowly but surely washing the taste and scent of the cat from it. It didn't belong there anyway.

Jason leaned back, exulting in the moment, as if all the stresses of the day were being drawn from him, breath by breath. He exhaled, letting all the dark negativity flow from him, as if there was nothing else that mattered in the world than Avery, like there was only the two of them left in the whole world. The fox coaxed his cock to hardness once more and it throbbed lightly, over stimulated but still welcoming Avery's tender caresses. The fox rested his paws on his thighs and spread them a little more, although it was always a request when it came to the vulpine and not an order.

They were equals, all as Avery pleasured his member smoothly and gently, slowly taking him between his darker lips. Jason moaned, wanting to do something for the fox too, though Avery pushed him back with a firm paw on his hip. The fox needed him there, exactly as he was, and it was up to Jason to let Avery take care of him too -- just in his own way.

So, he lay back and blinked up at the ceiling, where Avery had managed to secure some enchanted star-shapes. They were more like starbursts, not with the sharp, defined edges of the "fake" stars Jason was used to seeing in shops back in his own world, but they glowed in the dark with the magic in them, however faded they were. He wondered if the fox had stolen them from an event or gathering and how on earth he had even managed to do it. But he would not pry, not as the fox's lips pulled along the length of his cock and he bobbed his head succulently, drawing Jason deeper and deeper into the moment, never wanting to let him go.

Avery flicked his tail, caught by a storm of emotion. He wanted Jason more than anything and, even though his knot had softened a little, his arousal was still up. He wanted his human partner, his mate -- and no one else could have him.

So, he swirled and pulled his tongue languidly around Jason's cock, savouring him and relishing in him, the sharing of a moment that was just for the two of them. He sucked on Jason's shaft and played his tongue around the underside, enjoying the swell of it, how it throbbed ever so lightly against the flat, lapping appendage. Yet he still rose, licking off his lips, to push his body over Jason's, his cock rubbing against the human's.

He would forever be spellbound by how Jason rocked against him, their members grinding temptingly together. They were so different and yet so alike at the same time, their bodies singing in perfect harmony. He huffed and leaned over Jason, pressing his forehead to the man's as Jason gently pressed their shafts more firmly together with one hand. The other remained, of course, in constant contact with the fox.

Jason could not fail to notice how the fox's knot plumped up again, so hot and needy despite everything. His tail flicked and Jason wondered if the vulpine would let him fall asleep tangled in it again, his cheek resting on the soft fur. He needed it all so desperately, panting heavily, his fingers trailing down from the fox's cock to his sheath and balls. Playing his fingers around them, he pulled the fox's sheath down a little, exposing a sliver more of his cock. Avery grunted, rocking against him, and Jason trailed his fingers around his furry nuts, giving them a gentle squeeze just to feel the weight of them and all the cum they concealed inside.

When his hand ran back up the fox's thick, red member, he knew he had to have him and it didn't matter that he'd only been recently taken. He needed the fox and his knot and raised his legs as he lay back on the bed, the fox settling in between them. Avery shifted, helping push Jason's legs back towards his chest, his cock pressing to his anal ring.

Slowly, gently, he pushed inside, the fox's tail curling around against him, offering Jason another flicker of soft sensation. The fox powered into him, lusting for him, but he was smooth and purposeful in every single stroke of his cock, the entirety of his length swiftly disappearing into his ass.

And it was so very different from the cat, finally feeling like he was there in the moment for a real reason, a real purpose -- his mate. Yes... Avery was his mate and he didn't want to break from that, not in the slightest.

Avery growled, his lips rippling faintly as he pushed over Jason, desperation shining in his eyes.

"I want you..." He rasped, forcing the words forth from a tight throat. "Only you... He doesn't deserve you."

"Only you do," Jason said immediately, holding the side of the fox's muzzle as he thrust, lust surging within him. "Please... Avery... Take me!"

They were meant to be together as the knot ground against Jason's ass, but he shuddered. It was too big to go inside easily, but he savoured the moment for a little longer, his hands sweeping over the fox's soft fur, feeling his muscles. He crossed his legs behind Avery's back, squeezing his heels into the fox's glutes, driving him on even as desire surged through them.

"Avery..." He breathed, cock twitching with lust. "I want you... I want you to claim me, not him. Will you? Please?"

Avery nodded, lips parted, and Jason shared a kiss with him, even as the fox's cock slid from him. They swapped positions with the fox laying back on the bed and Jason swinging his leg astride him. The fox rested a paw on Jason's hip while the other held his cock upright, allowing Jason to sink on to him of his own volition.

Jason's head fell back, baring his vulnerable throat, as he rode the fox, Avery holding his hips like a lover.

Mating. That was a far better word to describe what they had between them and Jason was more than ready for it. The fox helped him lower himself on to his cock but they were more than ready for the moment, grinding deeper and pressing his ass to that swollen knot.

Needing it, he panted heavily, pushing down and down as the fox held on to him.

"Are you ready?"

Avery moaned and rolled his hips, even though he wanted Jason to be the one to do it. He let Jason sink on to him, more and more, as his ass stretched around him. It was a truly exquisite sensation as he claimed his mate at long last, his knot sucking up into Jason's ass with a lewd squelch and subtle pop.

Jason gasped, back arching, his cock surging with lust. It was more than being with the black cat as he erupted, spending his lust in spurt after spurt, his orgasm far more intense than it'd been with the feline. Avery brought it out of him and the vulpine yelped as he bucked up into him, thrusting harder and using his hind paws to bear down into the bed as he filled his partner.

Together, they climaxed, the fox losing his seed in long, hot ropes into Jason's ass while not a single drop was wasted. Jason seed splattered across Avery's lower stomach, but neither cared about the mess as they relished in the moment, bliss coursing through them with throb after throb, the moment just for them.

They belonged with each other, even as Jason collapsed on to the fox's chest, Avery's tail trying to flick back and forth even as it lay trapped under his own rump. The fox instead settled for lapping and kissing over every inch of Jason's exposed face he could reach, letting his scent sink into his mate as was deserved by them both.

Yet it sealed the deal for them both that they could not stay there any longer, not with the crude implications of the black cat taking him as his mate. Avery kissed him and, together, they formed a plan.

Ah, but it would not have all come together if not for Jason's studies in the library, delving into scroll after scroll. A palace like that had to have underground passageways for staff and servants, but he could put them to better usages. They were said to be haunted and were hardly the most becoming of places, but what other choice did they have.

The very next evening, after slipping the black cat a sleeping potion so he would slumber in Jason's bed until they were long gone, they set out and unlocked their collars for the last time. They didn't leave them behind, of course, for they would only be evidence, but tucked them away in a dark, rank corner of the underground tunnels, preferring to leave the memory in the filth rather than take it along with them. Clothing waited for them, bargained with the kitchen staff, though they were only very plain trousers and shirts, with no underwear or footwear to be spoken of. It was enough, however, and that was all Avery and Jason needed.

The weight of slavery did not belong with them as the storm raged outside the palace, lightning splitting the sky in a white streak. Avery's ears flattened to his head and he shrank back from the mouth of the tunnel, not wanting to burst out into it, until Jason pulled his hand and, together, they flung themselves into the storm.

They ran for cover, rain streaming over the drought-laden ground, flooding swiftly. They had to get to higher ground, but the cover of a determined copse of trees at least allowed them some sanctuary for a little while. Their only plans were to hitch a ride with a trader and get as far away from the palace as possible, then and only then looking for work and a place to settle down. They'd need to escape even the empire to find somewhere to live.

Their escape had only just begun but Jason pulled Avery to him, heat flooding his senses. They kissed passionately even as Avery quaked, the storm rolling and thundering in the background, fur and skin dripping wet. Rain trickled into their mouths as they kissed and Avery's tail flicked around Jason's hip as much as it could.

"I love you."

"I love you."

Neither would ever know which spoke first, but they paused, gazes locked. A smile twitched across their lips and they leaned into one another, resting their foreheads against each other's. No words were needed, not as they sought freedom.

Together.

Behind, the naga would rage the next day, infuriated that his male slaves had escaped: his exotic, smooth-skinned primate and the subtle fox, a favourite amongst the dignitaries. How they would be returned and punished was another question, Beriol staring out the window nearby, lips pressed together and lips quivering in seething fury.

They may have escaped, but it would not be for long -- not if the feline had anything to say about it. And not a soul would stand in the way of him claiming his mate for his own once more.

Avery licked his lips and leaned in close, their lips finding one another's in a kiss. Jason moaned lightly, heart thudding in his chest, though the rain and the thunder no longer even seemed to matter. The fox held him close and that was all he needed as they backed away under heavier, safer tree cover and stripped one another of their stolen clothes.

With no one there to bear witness but one another, Avery leaned back against a strong tree, which looked something like the pines Jason remembered, once upon a time. Yet that life seemed so very far away and not even worth remembering, not when he had his fox in his arms too.

It was still Avery that was in charge, however, leading the way as he lifted Jason in his arms, allowing the man to get as much of his legs around the fox's waist and hips as possible. Of course, that was a little more difficult with Avery leaning back against the tree as he was, though the fox's tail still wagged lightly back and forth, unable to keep the visual evidence of his joy at bay. Jason's cock ached, though the fox guided him down slowly, until his anal ring spread around that tapered fox shaft and he sank lower still.

"Ohhhh..."

Jason moaned, head swimming pleasantly, the fox wrapping as much of his tail around him as possible, though such a tail was not well designed for things like that. His cock throbbed inside Jason as he helped his lover, as much as he could, rise and fall on his aching shaft. Jason whimpered throatily, burying his face into the fox's wet chest fur, fingers curling around his shoulders.

He was right where he wanted to be, the fox's breath tickling his ear as Avery pressed his muzzle in close, his ass so tight around that length of fox shaft.

"I love you... Jason."

He wanted to say those words back, to let Avery know just how much he meant to him too -- but he couldn't quite find the breath to do so. That would have to come later, even though something softened inside him, warming and melting to the lure of the fox he adored so much.

His cock twitched, though neither fox nor human was in any position to give that part of the man any attention that time. Avery grunted, rocking his hips, thrusting more deeply into his partner than ever. Jason panted, though they could not see that knot sunk into him that time -- not when they still had to flee.

Maybe it was the danger or maybe it was the relief of freedom -- but the orgasm that rolled through him was more powerful still. It throbbed through, pulse after aching pulse sending spurts from his shaft, yet Avery held him fast through it all until he ground his engorged knot against Jason's ass without burying it and met his own sweet release.

They panted heavily, Avery's eyelids fluttering as he strained to maintain control over himself even in the bliss of orgasm. Yet they had to sink, the fox sliding down against the rough bark of the tree until he was sitting in the wet grass, Jason still impaled on his cock. Jason laid his head against the fox's shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, and Avery held him tightly, his chin on top of Jason's head, eyes closed.

Their new world was only just beginning. And they would meet it, as they had since they had met: together.