Worth it?
Roan and Cass led a very eager Kiran down the hallway of the pack house, each holding one of the fox’s paws.
“So let me get this straight,” Kiran was saying, practically vibrating with excitement. “You told me if I stayed in denial for three whole days, no cumming at all, you’d give me a really good treat?”
Roan smirked. “That’s right.”
Kiran’s tail swished wildly. “Is it KnotJoy? Please tell me it’s KnotJoy. Or maybe you’re both gonna double-knot me? Or..or...”
Cass chuckled and squeezed the fox’s paw. “You’ll see.”
They stopped in front of one of the spare rooms. Roan pushed the door open.
Kiran’s amber eyes went wide the second he saw the sturdy padded bondage table in the center of the room, complete with thick leather cuffs at all four corners.
“Oh fuck yes,” he breathed, already stepping forward. “I like where this is going. Wow it's reminding me of KnotHub, Cass remember when you were strapped down for us?”
"I do. That was hot, until that tiger unmasked me... but hey, this time it's you getting strapped down, little red fox bud."
They didn’t have to tell him twice. Kiran practically hopped onto the table on his back and spread his arms and legs like an offering. Roan and Cass worked together, buckling the cuffs around his wrists and ankles until the slim red fox was securely spread-eagle, completely exposed.
Cass ran his paws slowly up Kiran’s inner thighs, then gently cupped the fox’s heavy, denied balls.
“These are so nice,” Cass murmured, voice warm with praise. “Look how full they are. Three whole days… poor thing must be aching.”
He walked his fingers slowly up the soft orange sac, tracing the sensitive skin, then slid them over the warm sheath. Kiran shivered and let out a soft whine.
Cass smiled. “C’mon, fox… you know you’re hiding the best part of you.”
A thick bead of precum had already pooled at the opening of Kiran’s sheath. Roan leaned in closer, golden eyes dark.
“Look at that,” Roan rumbled. “He’s already leaking. He's always such a horny little rascal isn't he, pup?”
Cass’s ears perked. “There it is… I see the red tip poking up through the precum. Yupp, this fox is a super lusty boy.”
"You guys are talking like you're scheming something," Kiran said. "Ummmph but keep going..."
"I think that choice is ours, hence the bondage, Kiran," Cass said, licking along the fox's throat.
They worked together, stroking and teasing until Kiran’s bright red fox cock finally slid fully out of its sheath, slender but long, with a slight upward curve, flushed a vivid pinkish-red, and covered in thin, delicate veins. The tip was glossy and already drooling steadily.
Roan grinned. “You got the dick, pup. I’ll take the balls.”
Roan lowered his muzzle and started sucking on Kiran’s tight balls, rolling them with his tongue, while Cass took the fox’s cock into his mouth and began blowing him with slow, wet strokes. The black trimmed wolf lips chasing along the cock's flesh with each glide, soo velvet smooth.
They brought Kiran right to the edge, his thighs shaking, hips trying to buck, desperate little whines spilling from his muzzle, then backed off completely, leaving him panting and cursing.
They did it again.
And again.
Kiran was delirious, cock throbbing angrily in the air, leaking long strings of precum, tickling down his balls and taint.
Cass leaned in to the fox's ear. "You know, with my new wolf nose, I can smell when you're getting right to the brink of cumming. It's quite intoxicating, I like the sudden pheromones you release. Makes me tingle in the best way below, makes my breath stop... mmmmm"
“Are you guys edging me!?” Kiran yelped, voice cracking.
Cass laughed softly. “Yep. Payback for all your brattiness.”
"Oh my god... really? I don't get to cummmmm aaaaaagh c'mon guys I'm sorry I wasn't that bratty was I? Was I?"
"I like the begging already, foxy," Roan said.
After much more oral and paw teasing of the tied up fox, Cass climbed onto the bondage table on all fours, positioning himself directly over Kiran so his own heavy wolf package dangled right above the fox’s face. Roan moved behind Cass, lined up, and pushed in deep with one smooth thrust, fucking his pup, inches from Kiran's face.
Kiran’s eyes went huge as he stared up, watching Roan’s thick red cock disappear into Cass’s ass over and over. The sight drove him wild, his own cock twitched violently hands-free, leaking rivers of precum onto the white fur of his belly, some strings landing on his vibrant orange thighs.
Cass groaned in pleasure, then dropped his hardening cock straight into Kiran’s open muzzle.
“Suck it,” Cass ordered, voice husky.
Kiran obeyed instantly, moaning around the thick wolf cock as he sucked eagerly. Cass looked down between his own legs and smirked.
“Look at you… leaking rivers and throbbing so hard without even being touched. You really love sucking wolf dick, don’t you?”
Kiran could only whimper in response, sucking harder, tongue working frantically.
"Good pup," Roan said, "keep feeding our fox. He loves being filled up by you. I can tell, he's practically purring like a cat."
Cass fucked the fox’s mouth with slow, deep strokes while Roan pounded him from behind. The dual sensation quickly pushed Cass over the edge. With a low growl, he came hard down Kiran’s throat, flooding the fox’s mouth with thick ropes. Kiran swallowed greedily, eyes watering.
Just as Cass finished, Roan pulled out of Cass’s ass. Cum landed across Kiran's forehead.
They left Kiran panting, lips shiny with cum, his own cock still painfully hard and untouched.
The edging continued for hours with more inventive torments:
Roan casually reading a book aloud (he made it all the way to chapter 18) while slowly stroking Kiran’s cock with one paw, stopping every time the fox got too close.
Cass pressing firmly on Kiran’s lower belly right over his prostate while the fox had a vibrating Aneros inside him, keeping constant pressure without letting him tip over.
Both of them taking turns licking and sucking just the sensitive tip while the other fondled his aching balls.
By the end, Kiran was a whimpering, trembling, delirious mess, cock bright red, twitching, and leaking everywhere.
Finally, Roan set the book aside and looked down at the wrecked fox with a dark smile. "I can't do this to him any longer... we don't actually want him to STOP being a brat."
"Does that mean..." Kiran started...
“Okay, fox,” Roan said softly. “Cum for us.”
Roan dove back down, sucking Kiran’s balls into his warm mouth, while Cass stroked the fox’s cock with firm, steady strokes. Cass’s other paw pressed down hard on Kiran’s lower belly, right over his prostate, while the Aneros continued vibrating inside him.
Kiran’s whole body seized up.
A long, broken, desperate moan tore from his throat as he finally came, a massive, pent-up load that Cass stroked out of him in thick, powerful streams. The fox’s cock pulsed again and again, painting his own orange thighs and white belly and chest with cum. It doesn't fire in ropes like a wolf, instead if streams like a thin faucet, alternating between max pressure where the stream arcs up onto Kiran's own throat, then weakens until the ark barely gets past his pubic area, then back up to high strength again. The fox cum is sweeter and pleasant in a way that makes the large volume sexy. Cass kept stroking lovingly even as the orgasm faded, rubbing the cum all over the softening red shaft, Kiran's belly where it made his fur glisten.
Kiran lay there panting, completely spent, eyes glassy.
Roan licked his lips and smirked. “Good boy. There was your reward for being such a good brat.”
Kiran could only manage a weak, hoarse whisper:
“…Worth it.”
Meanwhile, far from the pack house and the playful chaos of the morning, Zariel stood at the edge of a vast, perfectly still pool built directly into the stone floor of the third level of the Temple of Aetherion.
He was the only member of Roan’s pack who had made this journey, desperate to unlock his inner innate power and even the odds against his enemies. Around him were the remaining strangers, Khepri the hyena, a ram, a leopard, a bull, a dragon, and a handful of others, all of them breathing hard after the previous trials. There were even a few humans, those in the know of anthro society and culture. They wouldn't make it, most likely, the humans never did. And so nobody knows what reward if any awaits a human for clearing the temple.
Two anthros had already been lost. One taken when they lost control and tried to sexually assault another group member. The temple guardians took care of him, vicious and efficiently. The other fell victim to floor two, where the group was forced to drink down a concoction that made them very high, and paranoid, and irrational. It challenged the strength of their minds to hold it together through the haze and illusion. One fox didn't make it, he leaped to his death from the temple window, which was just a square ornate opening in the white ancient stone. The temple celebrated in their bones, as the poor thing fell.
Now they stood before the next trial.
The water was black as ink, impossibly deep, and gave off a faint, warm mist that clung to their bare fur.
Khepri’s voice was shaky. “Worth it?”
Zariel stared into the dark depths, his icy blue eyes unreadable. He didn’t answer right away.
Khepri tried again. “We’ve already lost two lives… and we’re only on the third trial. Is this still worth it, Zariel?”
The big scarred wolf finally spoke, voice low and rough.
“I’m going all the way, hyena.”
One by one they stepped into the water. The moment it closed over their heads, they discovered they could breathe normally. The liquid was thick, warm, almost silky against their skin. It felt strangely welcoming.
Then the tentacles rose.
Yes, tentacles. That's the only way Zariel could describe them to himself.
They were the color of pure void, deep black shot through with slow-swirling veins of purple energy. Sleek, powerful, glistening. One wrapped around Zariel’s thick calf, then another around his other leg. More coiled up his powerful thighs, around his waist, and finally locked around his massive arms, pulling him deeper into the warm darkness.
Zariel’s mind roared in protest, but his body betrayed him almost instantly.
A thick, ridged tentacle pressed against his muzzle, forcing its way between his lips and sliding deep into his throat. It pulsed and throbbed as it fucked his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, stretching his jaw wide. Whatever slicked these tentacles was intoxicating, it forced Zariels mind to WANT this thing in his throat more than anything. Another pressed firmly against his hole, spreading him open before pushing inside in one long, relentless glide, filling him completely. Zariel moaned, bubbles rising through the water. It was sliding in soo thick and deep yet soft, warm, wet, and vibrating with that erotic energy that they feel from the stone of the Temple itself.
More tentacles found his heavy balls, coiling around them and gently squeezing while another wrapped around his cock, stroking with perfect, rhythmic pressure.
Fuck… Zariel’s thoughts fractured. It’s too much… too good…
The tentacles weren’t just fucking him, they were feeding raw, ancient energy directly into his nerves. Every thrust into his ass stroked his prostate with devastating precision. The tentacle in his throat pulsed warmly, forcing him to swallow around it. The ones around his cock and balls squeezed and milked him in perfect sync, drawing out thick beads of precum that clouded the dark water, his balls and cock felt warm and ultra sensitive and his hazed mind made Zariel feel sexy, like he was a comsic being of lust and pleasure and he was giving these tentacles the greatest gift and honor by letting them fuck him.
Pleasure slammed into him in rolling waves, each one higher than the last. His massive body shuddered violently as the euphoria climbed and climbed, fogging his mind, making it harder to think, harder to remember why he was here.
No… focus…
You’re not here for this… you’re here for power…
Roan… Cass… Kiran… they need you stronger…
But the temple was cheating. The pleasure was relentless, merciless, flooding every sense until his thoughts kept dissolving into golden, liquid bliss.
Hours passed, or maybe it was only minutes. Time had no meaning here.
Zariel’s mind kept slipping. One moment he was trying to cling to his purpose, the next he was lost in the feeling of being so perfectly, completely used. The tentacle in his ass thickened, pressing harder against his prostate, while the one around his cock stroked faster, tighter. His balls drew up tight, aching, ready to explode.
Then the temple’s voice slid into his mind like warm silk, soft and seductive:
“Remain here forever. The pleasure will never have to stop. No pain. No fear. No war. No loss. Just this… endless bliss. Stay with us.”
Zariel’s thoughts fractured again. The offer sounded so good. So easy. His body was screaming yes even as his mind tried to scream no. The orgasm edge was approaching but he knew that it wouldn't tip over unless he submitted to the tentacles forever. And he knew the orgasm would be soul shattering bliss when it comes.
No… I can’t…
I want… I need…
Power… I need the power to protect them… I'm not here to get fucked...
The tentacles tightened, fucking him harder, stroking him faster, pushing him right to the screaming edge of orgasm and holding him there.
Roan would never forgive me… Cass… Kiran… they’re waiting…
With a savage, desperate snarl inside his own head, Zariel forced the words out:
“No.”
The tentacles released him instantly, harshly, making his gasp with the drag against his hole, his throat, the things angrily snapping themselves out of the big soaked wolf.
He broke the surface gasping, chest heaving, cock still throbbing and leaking into the water. Around him, most of the others had also refused the offer.
Despite his resolve, Zariel's body still was edged soo fiercely. He saw the others stroking themselves, some generously stroking or sucking each other, all of them getting that release that the tentacles wouldn't give them. The scent of thick ropes of cum filled the air. Zariel started stroking himself, his cock was hard and throbbing like a heartbeat with no sign of going down, not unless he came. So he stroked, and was shocked when a spotted paw landed on his shaft. Khepri the hyena. Zariel didn't complain. He let the hyena stroke him until he fired thick ropes over the stranger's paw.
"Don't think anything of it... I just wanted to touch that thicky you have..." Khepri said.
"Thank you. It's okay, I won't think anything of it." Zariel replied, panting as his cock slowly softened and Khepri wiped the cum onto his own thigh.
Only two anthros remained submerged. their bodies limp and blissful, eyes glazed with pure ecstasy as the tentacles dragged them slowly, lovingly deeper into the murky warm depths, out of sight forever.
The survivors stood dripping on the stone edge, silent and shaken.
Khepri was trembling, ears flat. “They… they just took them…”
Zariel wiped water from his scarred muzzle, his icy blue eyes cold and resolute.
“Then we keep going.”
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