Ffion wondered how far they had gone. Her hands and knees ached. Her neck itched. A sense of irritation and pleasure mixed in an unruly brawl, like two snakes coiling, trying to strangle each other. Malcolm led the trio, walking with unneeded haste and urgency. He held two vines, one tied to Ffion's neck, to the other around Royce's. The knight forced them to crawl on all fours, like the dogs they were. Even after their time together, he went back to the distributor of discipline. Unsatisfied with the encounter, he still tried to teach them lessons Ffion did not yet understand.
Hours passed of their unusual hike. Malcolm would stop to discipline them if they went too slow, caning their behinds or tugging on the makeshift leash. The pleasure from the sex had long dissipated, and now Ffion was more a hostage than a partner. Her mind immediately went to mutiny. As thrilling as it felt to be locked in the jars of two wolves, the heart still yearned for the hunt. To put a blade to this rogue knight's neck sent a pulse of sheer pleasure, even if she'd be killed by the fox straight after. To put that clean crusader down in the mud, to be like prey kicking and screaming until it's taken and dominated, Ffion could think of nothing more tantalizing. Maybe the glint of twisted hope bewitched the Titanium knight already. Every time he glanced down at her he wore a tired sneer. Meanwhile, she kept a smug smile, slowing down, making him yank on her leash over and over, running his patience dry. It was far more entertaining than what her fellow captive did. Obedient until the end, Royce did not lift his eyes from the ground. Head hung low in shame, or something like that. After enduring hours of him moping in silence, Ffion began missing the true fox more and more. She wondered if another wrestling match would bring the monster back, and then invite Malcolm to discipline them both again. Ffion bit her lip. The thought could ruin her for days.
"Here we are," Malcolm muttered, stopping just short of a stretch of woodlands that looked no more impressive than the last several miles. Tall pines covered the expanse of hills and dead leaves. Lichen-covered boulders loomed over Ffion as she tried to gauge if the Titanium Knight was even capable of cracking a joke. Then her blood ran cold. She smelt them before she saw them. The heavy musk of grit and sweat, like walking into a gym locker room; all that mixed with an earthen scent of blood.
Three beasts emerged from the shadows, rising from the brush and high grasses to greet Malcolm. A pure white wolf leered from afar, eyes a vicious blue. The weight of initial judgment crushed Ffion, sending a wicked shiver down her spine that sent her crashing down to the ground, forced by her nerves to grovel on her stomach with her ass raised in submission.
"Untie Royce, now Iva," the white wolf said, stern and with thunder buried in every word. Her voice roared without the snout cracking open. The message was delivered right to the mind. "And who is this, welp of a girl? You made yourself master over her?"
"Not yet in any official capacity, but I outrank her in both the laws of the food chain and the mandates of the society she serves. She knows of the Titanium Knights, albeit vaguely, and more importantly, she knows of their reputation on the battlefield. Her fealty is more than assured."
Ffion tried to speak, to move, to at least shoot the knight a nasty look. Instead, she was paralyzed by the aura of the monsters lording over her. She was their's now, without any hope of escape.
"What are your intentions with her, if she cannot run with the pack, then she is doomed to fall behind and die to any of the pilferers or bottom feeders in these woods. We do not keep slaves nor concubines, you either have your hunt or let her go, Iva."
"I have a different idea," Malcolm said. "Look at your numbers, dwindled to so few. She could help us fix this problem, mistress. This woman stayed undetected by all of us, even me. Only Royce could have found her, his senses are beyond the best. She has issues, I did not force her in this state, she was in such undress already. Maybe she's perplexing to me, but I know your casualness around the subject, so maybe she'd fit in better than one initially expects."
"You want to breed her? Have her join our pack as a broodmare?"
"I remember your dreams, Briar. I remembered what your generation died for."
"Silence Iva, I know we wanted a world of wolves, but it's not possible."
"I know a way."
"How?"
"She is the first step, the rest with due time, let me promise you that."
