Lunaris sipped on his lait’ne indifferently, the sounds of music emanating from around him.  A bartender walked up to him and smiled.

                “More, sir?” he asked.  He hefted the large bottle containing it.  “You have been here a while.. something troubling you?”  Lunaris glared at the bartender, who backed away and wandered over to a cheerful, well lit corner of the bar.  The sounds of cheering and festivities were drowned out by Lunaris’ mind.  He looked around at the other patrons and grunted coldly.

                “Stupid whelps.  They have no idea what I do for them.  They can never be grateful for the evil I rid the streets of.. Those who mean them harm walking among them.  They will never ever know..” 

His jet-black fur shined as the fire popped and crackled to life with the application of a poker.  His muscles were accentuated by the orange light.  It was glossy and well groomed.  He had the appearance of a noble.  He wore black leather armor with chain mail reinforcement over the shoulders.  On his back was lashed a massive bastard sword.  One handed for him, its size would have left it as two handed for anyone else, but he could wield it faster than a rapier in the hands of most.  He was Lunaris.  He had other names too, though.  “The Darkness”, “Bandit Sunset”, and “Devil’s Lawman”.  Yes.  Lunaris was a bounty hunter.  He was the greatest in the world, and knew it, but he worked anonymously.  No one knew who he was, or what he did.  After losing his home to orcish raids, he snapped, deep inside.  The orcs, no better than bandits to him, represented evil in the world, and he was going to stomp it out, one misdirected vile life at a time.  While he did not have the power and numbers necessary to fight the orcish army, he DID have the power to go after bandits, thieves and murderers here in the city of Diera.  To keep the Queen’s city safer.  But now, there was someone at work who had outsmarted him at every single turn.  He grumbled low under his breath.  “Neit.. Lion of cat burglars... where have you run to?  Where do you hide?  I will have your head.. this.. I.. swear..”

Neit was not hiding.  She was in plain sight.  Walking down the late afternoon street, holding hands with Alps.  She had told him how grateful she was, and pretty much just latched on.  Alps was happy too.  He was doing something nice for someone in need, and it made him feel good.  He looked up at the castle gates.  Twice his height, and made of polished steel railing, they were a good defense.  Neit gasped as the doors opened, Alps presenting his seal to the guards.  She huddled close to him and walked with him, hiding her face from the guards just in case.  The long path leading up the front door of the castle was gorgeous.  There were trees and flowers, and fishponds.  She gazed about in wonder.  She never thought she would actually be IN Castle Diera.  Its beauty was deserving of all the stories she had heard.

                “Here we go.. home sweet home.” Alps said.  There was the sound of foot beats on the stone floor.  Alps heard them approaching fast.  She skidded around the corner and jumped to Alps.  He fell back.  “Uri-OOOF!” Neit cried out.  Uri scrambled to her feet, dusting off her tunic and smiling.  “Oh.. you brought a friend.. Who is THIS?” she brought her nose close to Neit.  Neit trembled.  She saw the long sword on Uri’s side.  Was she a guard?  Would she recognize her from a wanted poster in the last city she had been in?

                “I.. I am . Neit.. I just.. I didn’t know that.. I was in..” she stammered.

                “I broke your friend, Alps.. I’m sorry..” Uri said, her eyes kind of wide.  “I have to remember not to be so sexy, don’t I?” She giggled and helped Alps up.

                “Yes, Uri.. even inanimate objects have wet dreams about you.  That explains morning dew, at least..” he chuckled and hugged Neit.  “This is Neit.  I SAVED her from getting killed at the hotel I was in.  I am gonna see if Nita will let her stay here for a while.  Just for her safety.”

                “Who?” Neit asked, looking at Alps curiously.

                “Alps, most commoners don’t KNOW the queen by her FIRST name.  He means Queen Razelle, miss.. umm.. Neit, did you say?”  Neit nodded.

                “S.so Alps really is the personal servant of the queen?  I thought he might have been exaggerating... I cannot imagine being that close to her.” she looked Uri up and down.  A tough fight.  She was obviously a fighter.  Trouble if she got found out.  Of course Queen Razelle would surround herself with only the finest warriors.”

                “Personal servant, eh?” Uri said, smiling and gazing at Alps knowingly, “Ahhh, I think you could put it that way.  He takes care of personal needs anyway.”  Neit looked back and forth between Alps and Uri.  Alps had his head down a little.  He was embarrassed.  She shrugged to herself and looked at the intricately carved stonework inlays of the hallway walls.

                “This place is huge.. I cannot image anyone living in it..  It is like a small self contained city.”

                “You know, Neit.. even Alps, when he first came here, did not say anything about that.  You must really be from the sticks.  Alps is from Luca, a tiny little inland town outside Jalana.  I thought that was Hicksville.. He adjusted to life here just fine..”

                “Adjusted?  You mean.. he was not raised for life in the castle? The queen took in an outsider?” Neit looked confused.

                “Yes.  Alps was a slave to a commoner.  General Nidaja bought him as a present for the queen.  She ahh.. gets to use him too..”  Neit’s eyes widened.  They were not possibly talking about the same thing she was thinking?  No.. it couldn’t be.  Her memories of the pleasures Alps created for her the previous night were clouding her mind, and making her think perversely.  She then realized the name Uri had used.  Nidaja.  The General of the letai army.  Once again, she was being reminded of how much danger she was in simply by being here.

                “Come on.. let’s take you to see the queen..” Alps said softly, taking Neit by the hand.  Uri took Alps by the other hand.  Neit looked at their hands, twined close and tight.  Were they lovers?  Was she endangering her life by what she did last night, or even holding him?  She walked alongside him.  Her legs were heavy.  Going to see the queen.  Who, after stealing the jewels while everyone slept, she was to become the enemy of, and sentenced to by if she was caught.  It was not getting any better.

                “Neit.. come forward.” Nita said with authority.  Neit did as she was told.

                “Y.. yes your highest majesty and greatest of stature who I-”

                “Hey, cut that out!” Nita grunted, with a slight laugh.  “You don’t have to go bowing and scraping.  I will let you stay, but you will have conditions.  Neit groaned inside.  There were going to be parts of the castle she would not be allowed to go into, of course, and they would be well guarded.  Alps had been talking to Nita for over an hour in private, so surely there was some difficulty to getting her to let her stay.

                “Y..yes your majesty?” Neit said, a slight quiver in her voice.  She couldn’t do it.  She would be too scared.  She knew it.

                “It is my understanding that you made love to my slave last night.” she said flatly.  “Is this true?”  Uri, who had been taking a sip from her water flask (the day had been unusually warm) now chocked as the water spewed from her nostrils.  Neit felt dizzy.  This was it.  She was gonna get killed.  Her chance at the jewels was blown.  She did not know Alps was a SLAVE.  She had used something BELONGING to the queen without being given permission.  That was stealing.  Neit sank to the floor.  Alps looked at her curiously.

                “I.. I did.. please forgive me.. He saved me.. and.. I wanted to repay-”

                “Hush.” Nita said cheerfully.  “I am not mad at you.  He was going to that hotel for a vacation, not to get tired out again.  If you need his services again, you need to ask me first.”  Neit’s eyes widened, she was gazing at the floor, afraid o look up.  Was the queen serious?  did she actually expect Neit to walk up to her some evening when she was feeling a little randy and ask to borrow her slaves?  That was ridiculous.  Alps just would not get slept with again.

                “Y..yes your majesty.. I promise.. I won’t touch him again without your order.. Thank you for your understanding.”  She stood up and swallowed.  She had almost gotten sick right there.  So nervous. Along the wall were a few of Nita’s other followers.  Or were they also slaves?  There was a studious looking collie-colored female, and a tall, grey-furred warrior, as well as another emerald letai who had just walked in.  By her fine plated armor, it was obviously Nidaja, dressed to address the public.  Perhaps just getting back from doing so.  The sun was low in the sky, almost gone, and candles had been lit for this meeting.

                “You are excused.  You will be shown your room for the evening, but you may move about the castle freely.  Understand though, that the guards will let you know when you need to go to bed.  We do have a curfew here for personal reasons.  Have fun tonight, and enjoy the safety these walls provide from bandits and ruffians.” Nita explained.  She smiled and got up from her throne, and walked through a doorway behind it.  Alps walked with Neit to show her the room she would be staying in.  After leading her to her room, he kissed her on the cheek and walked on down the hall. 

Neit looked around the room.  It was well decorated.  Hell, some of the stuff in the room itself was worth stealing.  She noted the silver lanterns and jeweled pens on the desk.  They treated guests nice enough here.  She still felt jittery.  Why had the queen been so crude as to announce in front of EVERYBODY that she had made love to Alps?  It was her first time.  It was supposed to be sacred. 

She looked around the room, and established two escape routes, one through a window leading outside, and one through the front door and down the hall where another door led outside.  It was time to explore.  After waiting an hour, she heard the bell signaling curfew.  Time to make her move.

She snuck out her door and looked up and down the hall.  No guards.  The jewels would have to be upstairs, likely close to the queen’s room.  She prepared her story.  She was looking for a bathroom, and was lost.  If she were caught, this would be her excuse.  She could use it once, and that was it.  She moved silently down the hall, and up two flights of stairs.  She did not really know the way, but her explorations would show her.

She looked through a heavy door, in the keyhole to see what was on the other side.  She saw Uri, asleep, with someone else.  It was the grey furred girl from the throne room.  Neit hmmmed.  Surely a lovely lady like Uri would find someone to sleep with without having to share the room.  Was Neit actually lucky to get her own room?  How much space was wrestled over here?  She moved down the hall, and up another flight of stairs.  A nicely gilded door was there.  She peeked through the keyhole. 

Nidaja.  She was reading.  Neit very quietly moved on.  Her skills as a thief made it so she could move absolutely soundlessly.  There was another door a little further down.  Looking in, as it was a little bit opened, Neit saw a library.  The collie-colored one was in there, arranging books.  Uri skittered past the door quickly while she had her back turned.  Another set of stairs, and another.  Neit groaned.  She had come to a dead end.  There was only a window here.

She wandered over to the window and looked out.  There was a small ledge at this high level of the castle, leading to a nearby balcony.  She crawled out the window and, with amazing dexterity, put herself on the ledge, and shimmied along it before bouncing up and over the railing to the balcony.  She noticed that it was an open balcony.  There were merely curtains here.  She got down on ground level and looked under the curtains.  She gasped.

                “So, Alps, how is your energy level tonight?” Nita asked softly.  Alps smiled and kissed her right on the LIPS.  Neit’s eyes widened.  What was going on here?  Why was Alps in the QUEEN’S bedroom?  And he was in her bed.  Kissing her.  Alps chuckles warmly.

                “I am doing fine.  How might I serve you tonight, you..pfft.. highness..” he chuckled again, kind of losing his seriousness.

                “Oh don’t remind me.  Geeze.. I hate it when I get treated like that.. You need to tell your little friend that I am still mortal, she does not have to worship at my feet, i find that kind of gross and creepy.” Nita complained.  Neit swallowed.  She would have to remember that. 

Nita sighed and held Alps close. “You work so hard for me.  I know it can be tiring.  I feel like I have just been insatiable.  But it really does relieve my stress and the others have even said I have been cooler and more collected.” 

Neit hmmed softly.  What WAS she talking about?

“Alps, I think I would like to be the one who served you tonight.. Just once, I want you to enjoy me, instead of being concerned with how I was feeling..”  Neit’s eyes grew round again.  She was NOT talking about THAT, was she?  Alps seemed to blush under his white fur.

                “Yes, m’lady.. I am yours you know. if you want me to enjoy you, then you can make that decision..” Alps said softly.  Nita stood up, her iridescent robe shimmering in the moonlight spilling in through the window.  She shrugged and it slipped off into the floor.  Neit fairly gasped.  The queen now stood before her slave, nude.  Open.  Unprotected and uncovered.  It left no doubt in her mind now what was going on.  Neit had just gotten seconds to the queen that previous night.  It would explain how good Alps was in bed.  He was likely being trained for her pleasure.

Neit remembered she was looking for the jewels, but as she started to back away, Nita asked Alps to stand up and remove his clothes.  He wore shorts and a light tunic.  He did as told.  And Neit could not move.  She could only helplessly watch.  How was the queen going to just “let him enjoy her?”  She watched under the curtains. 

Nita had Alps sit at the edge of the bed.  He was not erect yet.  He was obviously used to the routine of pleasure he was owned for.  Nita sat down on her knees in front of Alps and murred softly up to him, caressing the sides of his legs.  She licked her muzzle. 

Neit gritted her teeth.  She wasn’t going to do what it looked like?  There was simply no lower thing she could do than this, right?  As if in answer to her question, Nita’s head moved into Alps’ lap, and he tilted his head back, closing his eyes, his legs parting a little.  His tail wagged lightly over the sheets behind him. 

Nita murred fairly loudly into Alps’ crotch, and the sound of wetness made it difficult not to imagine the obvious.  Alps breathed slowly, in controlled, gentle rhythm as Nita made his member harder and harder with her hot mouth.  Neit could tell because she would move her head further and further back until, as she pulled back enough, his glistening pink wolfhood could clearly be seen entering and exiting her tightened muzzle.  A light sucking sound prevaded the room. 

And so Neit watched, unable to move an inch, as a slave received oral pleasuring from the queen.  The lowest possible citizen getting head from the one who was higher than any ruling class in society.  Neit suddenly became aware of her own burning, lit deep inside her womb.  Her want.  Her need.  She had ignored it for the most part all her life, until Alps saved her.  Then it had bothered her a little, and she acted on it, and now, as she watched him get pleasured so perfectly, she needed it again.  Badly.  She continued to watch.

Nita’s head bobbed up and down a little faster, the pleasure of the lupine before her apparent by his heavier breathing.  She finally pulled him free of her iron tight muzzle and gripped his swollen cock with a gentle hand.  She ran it up and down, his shaft so wet with his juices and her saliva.  It glided over him with wet ease.  She hooked her paw over his tip, to rub it in a circle, murring softly as he arched his back in pleasure/pain.

                “Mmm gods.. Nita... you are so skilled with it... Nng..” Alps was cut short as her tongue rolled over the tip of his leaking cock with speed and pressure, abrading it softly, her silken tongue pressed hard enough to feel like sandpaper.  She engulfed his cock again with her muzzle, her cheeks closing around it, her lips sealed over it.  She pulled him all the way down, her nose in his pubic fur, her paws cradling and massaging his balls gently. 

Neit, laying on her side, felt a gentle caress down her tummy, and to her panty line.  She gasped, and realized it was her own hand.  She could not take it.. It was so erotic.. Her hand moved down her shorts, and found her extremely wet sex, pouring from the show. 

As Nita’s head moved faster, and Alps gentle moans became more serious, so did Neit’s fingers.  Her middle and index finger side by side, almost uncontrollably began massaging her clit in a tight circle, pressed hard.  Her own breathing had picked up from her self-attentions.  It was broken and choppy from her trying to keep quiet. 

Nita’s head lifted from her slave’s thick throbbing cock as Neit watched, a ribbon of his pre attached at her tongue, glistening, before her head went back down.  The queen’s hand moved down her own body, and mimicked Neit’s activity.  Her finger spread her flaring petals wide as she began to finger herself.  At first, she just swirled her fingers over her little oversensitive nub, her bottom bouncing in time with her head, but, as Alps groaned long and low, her fingers sank into her. 

She had probably sucked on him hard as she pressed at first two, then three fingers deep into her sex.  Uri shuddered and did the same.  She wanted Alps in her so bad now.  She needed her walls stretched, he clit rubbed, her body raped for hours by that wolf. 

Nita panted heavily now, and Alps’ hips rocked back and forth.  They were really getting into it, and so was Neit.  She cried out under her breath as she felt the tingling culminating slowly.  She was going to cum rather quickly from watching this. 

Nita, panting harder now, and obviously very close, was no longer holding her muzzle fully over Alps.  First, he was moving up and down with her ministrations too much, and threatened to choke her like that, and also, she could not hold her muzzle shut without biting down right now as her fingers dived in and out of her faster, the sounds of wetness filling the room.  Her muzzle was wide open, her tongue curled over the tip of his cock, which was already spurting pre lightly, almost ready to pop, and she had one paw racing up and down his shaft, each stroke just barely making it over the head, and her other paw working her pussy like mad. 

Neit’s hips bounced back and forth spasmodically as she watched, until, with a light cry of satisfaction and desperation combined, white seed exploded from the tip of Alps’ cock.  Neit watched in near shock as the fluid sprayed from him into the queen’s muzzle.  She was instantly a mess from it, getting it all over her tongue, face, and ears from the force of it.  Neit and Nita both came at the same time.  Or almost the same time, at least.  Neit, noting that Nita’s body was shaking and her hand had stopped moving, looked down, and saw her own juice pouring from her with impressive volume, spilling onto the floor as she came furiously, her body shaking as Alps fell backwards, and her muzzle sealed over his still squirting cock, letting herself swallow hard, pulling his seed from him.

                “Gooddss yess!” Alps cried, and his voice, ecstatic from orgasm, set Neit off.  She gasped and her pants were instantly soaked by it, her body uncontrollably writhing.  She watched as Nita crawled up into bed with Alps, laying alongside him, panting heavily and very happy.  Neit sat up, rubbing her head.  She felt so guilty, watching that.

                “Yer a voyeur too, eh?” came a voice from behind.  Neit spun around, and covered her muzzle to stifle a scream.  It was Uri.  was laying at the other corner of the curtains, her own fingers soaked from obviously the same thing as Neit.

                “I..I..I..” Neit stammered.

                “No need to explain.  But get back to your bed.  You don’t want the guards to find out and tell Lady Razelle..”

Neit, shocked and a little bit afraid, did as told.  She got up and jumped with ease to the roof, and skittered along to around where her room was, and slid down a drainpipe, to her window, and got back in.  She crawled back into bed, and, shaking from the aftereffects of the orgasm and the nervousness, fell into a deep slumber.

To be continued...

How do you like the story?
Send comments to Alps@SexyFur.com