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Chapter 31: What Breaks First
The pack house was in ruins, but the council wasn’t wasting any time.
Within hours of the attack, word had spread. Roan’s pack was no longer just another cell in the resistance; they were now a direct target of the panther death squads. That made them important. Too important to leave exposed.
Plus, the council now had two powerful innate wolves, and one very intruiguing midnight black wolf with a clear connection to The Void to keep an eye on. Cass' eyes still glowing with that vibrant electic purple light.
Reinforcements were already on the way. Council engineers were scheduled to arrive by nightfall to install new security systems, reinforced walls, and automated defenses. Resistance fighters were being reassigned to the area, with new outposts planned in the surrounding woods. The pack house itself would be rebuilt; bigger, stronger, and harder to hit.
For the first time since the war had started escalating, the council was treating Roan’s pack like a priority.
Days ago Cass had undergone another full physical. Exploratory, invasive... in the way anthro's can be. He did learn a interesting fact from the doctors, that the 'magic' or 'power' or whatever the Void is, it has been found to be highly sexual in nature. So special attention was paid to his new wolf genitals. In detail.
But they had another medical concern now.
Inside what remained of the living room, Kiran lay face-down on a cleared table while Zariel worked on him. The silver round had gone deep into the fox’s ass cheek, and even with regeneration, it needed to come out.
Zariel’s claws were careful as he dug the deformed bullet free. Kiran hissed through his teeth, tail twitching.
“Almost got it,” Zariel muttered.
The moment the silver left his body, Kiran let out a shaky breath of relief. The wound immediately began to knit itself back together, hot and tingling under his fur. Zariel leaned down and dragged his tongue slowly over the healing flesh, licking away the blood and soothing the sting.
Kiran shivered.
Then Zariel’s tongue moved lower.
He licked a long, slow stripe over Kiran’s hole, then again, firmer this time. One heavy paw came up to pat the fox’s ass cheek playfully, almost mockingly.
“Just distracting you from the pain,” Zariel said against his skin, voice low.
Kiran let out a weak, breathless laugh. “Yeah… sure you are.”
Outside, the sun was just barely starting to rise, painting the ruined yard in pale gold. The captured panther was still tied to the thick porch post where they’d left him. His pants were long gone, and his barbed cock stood stiff and leaking, a steady stream of precum dripping down his shaft and onto the ground. He’d been like that for hours.
Roan approached him with a small syringe. The panther’s eyes widened when he saw it.
“No… no, don’t...”
Roan didn’t hesitate. He injected the clear fluid into the panther’s thigh.
The effect was almost immediate. The panther’s cock twitched violently, swelling even harder as a fresh wave of precum poured out of him. His hips jerked helplessly against the post, but no matter how much he strained, he couldn’t tip over the edge.
Roan stepped back, watching with cold satisfaction.
“That’ll keep you right on the brutal edge,” he said calmly. “You’ll stay hard. You’ll leak. You’ll ache. But you won’t cum. Not until we decide you’ve earned it.”
The panther’s breathing was ragged. “You… you sick fucks…”
"Sick fucks!? You were getting a stiff one thinking about me chopping your little kitty balls off!" Zariel shouted. "Panthers have always been soo out of line..."
In anthro society, animals were known to get handsy and sexual in their greetings, but there were certain lines, unspoken rules that they don't cross. Claiming someone fully without consent, not heard of except the really depraved anthros, and punishment is severe. Another is genital torture and mutilation. It's far too cruel and not desired, and anthros, being highly sexual in nature, all respect the reproductive system, even of their enemies. It's holy territory.
But edging the panther till he can't take it, that's the acceptable kind of cruel. And they'd rather not resort to more painful tactics. Roan would hand the panther over to the council if interrogation needs to get too mean.
Kiran and Zariel stepped outside a few minutes later. Zariel dropped into one of the surviving chairs and spread his legs, golden eyes locked on the trembling panther. Without a word, Kiran climbed into his lap, facing him, and started grinding slowly against the massive white wolf’s crotch.
The panther watched, eyes wide and desperate.
Kiran eventually slid down between Zariel’s thick thighs, settling on his knees in the dirt. He wrapped both small paws around the base of the white wolf’s heavy cock and leaned in, dragging his warm tongue slowly along the underside from root to tip in one long, deliberate lick, his black lips curling in a smile. A soft, filthy moan slipped from his throat as he tasted him, and he didn’t rush, he took his time, licking and savoring every inch like he had all night.
When he finally parted his lips and took Zariel into his mouth, he did it slowly, letting his lips stretch wide around the thick shaft. His tongue pressed firmly underneath as he sank down, cheeks hollowing with each slow pull. Every so often he would take the wolf deeper, guiding that heavy cock into his throat until his nose pressed into the dense white fur at the base. He stayed there, holding Zariel deep, eyes half-closed in clear pleasure as he simply enjoyed the feeling of being so thoroughly filled, the subtle twitches and throbs of the cock on his tongue and down his throat, the warmth being shared with him.
Zariel’s large paw came up and gently scritched behind Kiran’s ears, claws moving in slow, affectionate circles through the fox’s fur as the fox held him deep. Zariel always did this when Kiran pauses during a deepthroat, it started one night long ago and became a tradition. The fox finds it comforting during the act.
“That’s my good boy,” Zariel murmured, voice low and warm. “Look at you… taking me so deep like that. Feels so good, doesn’t it? You love having this cock stretching your throat, don’t you, little fox? It feels good, you're soo good to me, I hope you know I appreciate it...”
Kiran moaned around him in answer, the sound wet and needy. He pulled back just enough to breathe before sinking down again, holding himself there even longer this time. His eyes fluttered shut as he focused on the weight and heat of Zariel on his tongue, clearly content to stay like that for as long as the wolf would let him.
Zariel kept petting him, his voice dropping into something softer, more intimate.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he said quietly, thumb brushing along the edge of Kiran’s ear. “My sweet little fox… working so hard to make me feel good. That’s it… just like that. You’re doing so well for me. Such a good boy.”
The captured panther made a broken, desperate sound from where he was tied. His cock twitched violently, another thick string of precum spilling from the tip and dripping down his shaft as he watched Kiran hold Zariel deep in his throat, completely lost in the act of pleasuring him.“You’re disgusting,” the panther spat, voice strained. “Letting yourself get used like a bitch...”
Kiran pulled off Zariel’s cock, lips shiny. He looked at the panther with a sharp, amused grin.
“I’m not being used like a bitch,” he said sweetly. “I’m using his cock. We’re using each other. And nobody gets to call me a bitch except Zariel when he’s in the mood.” He laughed, then leaned back in and took Zariel’s cock down his throat again and Zariel leaned back spreading more open, his ivory white thighs thick, his balls hanging big and heavy beneath the fox's chin.
Zariel came a few minutes later with a low growl, holding Kiran’s head gently as he pumped thick ropes down the fox’s throat. Kiran swallowed most of it, a little spilling from the corners of his mouth as he pulled back.
The panther was panting now, his own cock visibly throbbing while it leaks. The drug was working, and the sight of the pack enjoying each other was justice, a showcase of what this panther wanted to take away.
Then Zariel stood up, towering over the much smaller fox. He guided Kiran to stand in front of him, then sat back down on the gound so he was at the perfect height. Without another word, Zariel leaned forward and took Kiran’s cock into his mouth.
The panther made a strangled noise.
"You think I'm not willing to get in the dirt for this fox? Now I'm the bitch," Zariel said.
"You're one big bitch," Kiran echoed.
Zariel sucked Kiran slowly and lovingly, one massive paw resting on the fox’s hip while the other stroked his thigh. There was nothing rushed about it. He took his time, tongue swirling, letting Kiran fuck gently into his mouth until the fox was trembling and crying out as he came down Zariel’s throat.
By the time they were done, the captured panther was a mess, cock dark and swollen, leaking constantly, hips twitching uselessly as he fought against the drug keeping him on the edge. The smell of hormones and cum and arousal destroying his willpower bit by bit.
Five days passed. The panther was panting and mumbling incoherently, his cock still hard then soft then hard immediately, his loins trying everything it can to cum and demanding that he cum, but the drug denied it.
The panther remained tied outside, constantly edged and denied, but fed and watered. New resistance outposts were being built in the surrounding woods, and armed fighters now patrolled the perimeter at all hours. The pack house was already being repaired and expanded.
Roan stood in front of the trembling panther one morning, arms crossed.
“We’re keeping you,” he said simply. “Until you crack. Then we’ll hand you over to the council. How long that takes is up to you.”
That evening, Roan fucked Cass right in front of him.
Cass was bent over one of the surviving tables, moaning as Roan took him deep and slow. The panther watched with wide, desperate eyes, his cock twitching and leaking nonstop.
“Please…” the panther finally gasped, voice hoarse. “Please, just let me cum. I’ll talk. I’ll tell you whatever you want. Just please…”
Roan didn’t stop fucking Cass, but he looked over at the panther.
“Talk first.”
The panther broke.
“They want division,” he said quickly, words tumbling out. “They want humans to hate and fear all anthros. The attacks… the public executions… it’s all to make humans turn on us."
Roan glared. "That's not much. We know that already. But what is the plan, are the panthers soo stupid that they don't know humans outnumber them? They outnumber all anthros, a civil war would be bloody but the humans would win it."
He swallowed hard, eyes flicking between Roan and Cass.
“But not if we have an army they can’t fight. Nightmares from beyond the Void. Creatures like the one you ran into on the mountain. The dragon-thing. We’re building more. Once they’re ready, we’ll unleash them. Humans will panic. They’ll blame all anthros. And then anthros will have no choice but to band together under one banner as the war begins to rage.”
Roan’s thrusts slowed.
The panther kept going, voice shaking.
“And when that happens… he’ll be waiting. Nox'Thar. Our leader. He’s not like the rest of us anymore. He’s completed the Temple Trials five times. Five. He’s not mortal. Not fully. The temple gave him power… and something else. Something he won’t tell even us about. And if you think panthers are the only ones in on this...” the panther laughed.
Silence fell over the yard.
Zariel, who had been leaning against the porch railing, let out a low, dismissive scoff.
He pushed off the railing and walked over, towering over the tied-up panther.
“Some washed-up cat who ran the Trials a few extra times?” Zariel said, voice cold and confident. “I’ve seen what the temple can do. And I walked out of it stronger than when I went in.”
He leaned down slightly, icy blue eyes hard.
“If your boss ever wants to find out what real power looks like,” Zariel said quietly, “he can come find me.”
But the panther seemed unimpressed.
"Finish yourself off, panther, we're not stroking that little pecker for you. And what's with the barbs?" Zariel asks, and unties one of the panther's paws.
"Hey I like barbs!" Kiran says. "Well not his, but other cats barbs, they don't hurt, they... stimulate... you'll see someday, Zariel!"
They watched as the panther frantically masturbated, stroking his below average pink barbed feline cock, the tip pointed. He spilled in the dirt, impressively long ropes after being pent up and edged soo long.
Kiran snapped his fingers, "Shit! That's what we didn't think of! We shoulda left one of Cass' prostate toys inside the panther, then he'd really be edged!"