Succubus Master Pt 07

Part 7: Research. Research. Research.

Big thanks to neuroparenthetical for helping edit my story.

Chapter 19

Traveling back from the quarry was as uneventful as one would expect, except that I had a six-foot tall, gray-skinned, gray-furred lycan hellhound pawing at my dick every few minutes, asking if it was time to mate again. Luckily it was a short trip, so I didn't have to fend her off for too long. We parked in the garage, hoping to avoid attention. Not only did I have an inhuman-looking guest, but I was also shirtless; my new wings had shredded yet another one.

"Ok, it looks like no one is back," I said as I looked around the house. "Since it is three in the afternoon, I figure we should have the house to ourselves for at least two hours."

"Okay good," Rayna said, taking a theatrical whiff, "because you, Master, smell like a wet dog. And you, Azura - you stink as well. Both of you need a shower."

"Shower?" Azura asked, as if she didn't know what that word meant.

"Come on." Rayna grabbed Azura and led her upstairs.

We headed to my mother's bathroom, which had a much bigger shower area and a bench seat. Azura was clearly going to need some help. As it turned out, she also needed some encouragement. Rayna's smirk had almost engulfed her entire face by the time she left the two of us alone in the bathroom.

"But Pack Master," Azura whined, "Azura is pretty clean. No need to get wet." She sounded terrified. It reminded me of an old beagle I'd had when I was a kid. He was fun, playful, and so full of spirit, but when it came time to bathe him, he ran for the hills. It was a nightmare trying to get him in the bath. Thankfully, I could converse with Azura. I supposed that I could also just give her orders, but I decided to try something a bit subtler first.

"But don't you want to please your Pack Master?" I asked.

"Yes, Azura wants to please Pack Master," she eagerly replied. "Azura wants to please Pack Master very much." Suddenly, she sounded like a dog yipping to have fun with its owner - appropriate, considering.

"Okay, well, your Pack Master is very pleased when his slaves are nice and clean," I told her. For a good long while, her eyes went back and forth between me and the shower, as if in deep thought.

Then, with a defeated sigh, and the ears on the top of her head going flat, she said, "Okay, Pack Master, Azura will clean herself."

She moved towards the shower, but I stopped her. I reached in, set the temperature, and turned on the water. She was a little startled by that, but also fascinated. I tested the water with my hand until I was satisfied, then led her in. Using the rainshower head and wand, I managed to spray away the top layer of filth that clung to her skin and fur. A puddle of black soot, grime, dirt, and what I assumed was old, dried blood began to pool around the shower floor. I still didn't know the specifics of how Azura had lived day-to-day on that hellish plane - if there even were days there - but the foul, black mixture below us started to fill in some blanks.

Azura mostly managed to sit still while I washed her. There was some squirming; she didn't seem to like getting wet. I felt a sudden rush of pity for her. Her new life, on a new plane, with a new master, was going to include a lot of showers and baths. I decided to ease the transition. I went inside of her mind, which was very easy now that she was both my familiar and my slave. I planted a simple command: that she would enjoy the feeling of warm, running water on her skin. It took hold instantly, and as soon as it did, her body relaxed. Her anxiety and discomfort were gone, and the water itself was able to do its work and unwind her muscles a bit. As I continued to wash her, she even sighed in relief a few times.

"Looks like you have things at hand, Master," Rayna said, popping her head back into the master bathroom.

"Yes," Azura chimed in. "Pack Master's hands are wonderful, and this water feels so good against Azura's skin." She smiled and wagged her tail, which thumped against the seat.

"Oh don't I know it," Rayna chuckled. "Anyway, me and Ella are leaving. We have a few things to do."

"Oh?" I asked. "Such as?"

"You know, give Ella's mom first and last month's rent for the room I probably won't need, since I plan on sleeping right next to you, Master."

"Ohh can Azura sleep next to Pack Master too? Can she? Can she?" Azura perked right up, nearly jumping up to her feet.

"Of course she can!" Rayna replied. "But Master, with all these women you are adding to your harem, you might want to get a much bigger bed."

She wasn't wrong. My full-size bed wasn't meant for two, let alone three or four - especially if one of those three or four was a six-foot-tall hellhound in human form.

"I will think about that," I said to her while still working on Azura's hair. With the dirt and grime finally washed away, the bulk of her once-dull-gray hair was now shiny, and had a subtle blue tint to it. Toward the tips, the blue became more pronounced and quite vibrant, matching her flames and her eyes.

"Is there anywhere else you're planning to go?" I asked Rayna.

"Well, to the grocery store to stock back up, since we've been eating so much food around here. With another mouth to feed - especially hers - it would be wise to buy extra, too."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because, Master," she replied, "hellhounds live by the three 'F's"

"The what?"

"The three 'F's, Master: fighting, feasting, and, most importantly, fucking. Once a female hellhound has found her alpha, her sex drive is almost bottomless. Non-stop mating, as they say."

"Mate?" Azura echoed immediately. "Is Pack Master ready to mate with Azura? Please, Pack Master, Azura is ready." Azura started squirming again, and I knew it wasn't from discomfort.

"Ya," I said, "maybe after we finish our shower. We still need to shampoo your hair."

"Fine, Azura will wait." She sounded deflated, but she stopped squirming.

"Well, I'm off," Rayna said. "Is there anything you want from the store?"

"Ya," I said, looking at a very-naked Azura. "Clothes? I don't think she can conjure them up like you can."

"Fine, Master, I'll look for something in her size," Rayna said. "Besides, it might give Ella an excuse to buy Mr. Smuckers some clothes of his own."

I'd almost forgotten about that little guy - Rayna's new familiar, assigned to Ella to help protect her. I shook my head, wondering what embarrassing outfits Ella wanted to dress him up in. Then I wondered where, exactly, she was going to find those outfits.

Rayna asked for a goodbye kiss, which brought me out of my reverie. I obliged with a simple, but very sensual kiss. Her soft, full lips grazed my wet ones. The smell of roasted cinnamon permeated my senses before we finally separated.

"I'll leave something for Azura to wear on the bed before we go," she said, "though I'm going to have to choose between 'flattering' and 'actually fits.' See you soon, Master." She smiled, and, with a noticeable sway of her hips, sauntered out of the bathroom.

I turned back to Azura. She was looking at me while chewing her lower lip, as though deep in thought. I was about to inquire, but she quickly looked away, like she was embarrassed by something. I let it go and proceeded to shampoo her hair. I used my mother's tea tree shampoo, which, according to the bottle, was supposed to cleanse the hair and scalp while also making the hair extremely soft. Figuring it was the best option for Azura, I poured out a considerable amount and spread it everywhere on her where there was fur.

She cooed as I rubbed it in, saying that it tingled. I made quick work of her thick, lush locks, and then turned my attention to her fur - especially the fur on her sides, right next to her luscious tits. I couldn't help but fondle them, marveling at how massive they were. Azura gasped at my blunt groping, and even pulled away from my hands. After just a moment, though, she pushed her back hard into my firm chest, inviting me to have my way with her. That's exactly what I did. In the forest, I'd been focused on dominating her. Now, I had the chance to properly explore her body.

While her breasts were big and full, they also had some give to them. I felt my fingers sink into her warm flesh, the hard nubs of her blue nipples digging into my palms. They were, for lack of a better word, perfect. I kept one hand on her tits while I snaked the other down south, feeling every ridge of her hardened body. All I felt was pure muscle; I was sure she'd put most human female bodybuilders to shame. Setting aside the obvious, there was one more crucial difference between my hellhound and those powerful human women, though: Azura's form was undeniably feminine. Her curves were otherworldly; I wasn't sure a human woman of her height, let alone with her physical strength, could ever sustain them. While her abs were rock-hard, I already knew her tits were soft and ripe. Her ass was, too; I could feel it grinding against my cock.

My hand drifted lower, feeling every ridge of those abs, before reaching its final destination. One would think that with all the fur around Azura's body, they'd find some around her pussy as well. Not so; it was not only free from hair or fur, but as smooth as a baby's bottom. Her lips were large and slightly spread out, as if she was anticipating something long and hard to part them.

"Pack Master," Azura exhaled, her breathing labored. "Is Pack Master about to mate Azura?"

I didn't answer her. Instead, I slipped two fingers into her scalding-hot pussy. I played her like a fine cello, tweaking and pulling on her nipples with my left hand, while feeling the insides of her pussy with my right. She was like putty in my hands, even more so when I reached inside her mind and increased her pleasure. I'd gotten rather good at implanting those kinds of commands, and Azura's mind was more open to me, than any other I'd worked on before. After I was done, all it took was a simple nibble on her doggy ear; Azura gasped as her entire body shuddered from her orgasm - more powerful than any she'd ever experienced, but nothing compared to what I had in store for her.

"Pack Master is going to mate with you now," I gruffed as soon as she caught her breath.

She couldn't get on all fours fast enough. Her hips swayed in the air as if to invite me into her sweet paradise. I didn't need that invitation, and didn't wait for her to stop wriggling. My cock had swelled to an impossibly girthy twelve inches, and, remembering our epic battle in the forest, I was sure Azura could handle it. It was the pleasure that would overwhelm her, not the size or the force. I plowed into her from behind.

Sex with the other girls was fun, fulfilling, and so full of passion, but sex with Azura was more primal. The sounds of wet skin slapping filled the large shower. Her ass rippled from my thrusting. Then I felt her pussy clench down hard on my cock; a wet sensation soon followed. Azura came, and came hard. Her whole body shook from the intensity of her orgasm.

"Pack... Master... made... Azura... feel... good," she let out in long, jagged breaths, still suffering from the effects of her climax.

I didn't stop there. I did what I was only comfortable doing with Azura; I fucked hard - brutally, relentlessly. I honestly didn't think even Rayna could have taken it. Azura, though, was bred for war and conflict. Her entire body was a testament to that. I made her come three more times, each one more powerful than the last. Another swell of mana rushed into my body, feeding my demonic half - not as large as when I'd taken her virginity, but still a sizable amount. Azura was gone after that. All that remained was a mindless beast. First, there was growling, then grunting, then yipping in pleasure. She'd fully submitted to me, so when it came to dropping my load, I pulled out of her scorching-hot pussy. It was no small thing; it had a firm grasp on my cock, and didn't want to let go. But I ripped it free, and, with a stern command, I had Azura on her ass, hands on the floor, her mouth facing towards me. She instinctively stuck her tongue out. With a few firm tugs I unloaded on her, marking her like she was my property. She came once again as a mental command from earlier kicked in.

Looking down on her, I saw something perfect - complete female submission to male dominance. She was panting with her tongue out, covered in my man juice. My cock was still standing at attention, ready for round two. My next target was that wide open mouth of hers, but after capturing a quick glimpse of her shining teeth, I hesitated. They were, like the rest of her body, a blend between canine and human. Each one had a pointed tip that looked like it could rip through the skin. My dick wilted a little bit at that thought, and so I decided to postpone Azura's first blowjob. I ordered her to eat all of my cum, and the sight of her eagerly pawing at her own face and licking up every drop was enough to get me hard all over again. Still, I decided I should check in with her before we did anything else. I reached up and helped her to her feet and then back under the rainshower.

Azura clung to me as she tried to get her footing, but once she did, we were almost at the same height.

"Pack Master?"

"Yes," I said, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

"Are you happy with Azura?" she asked with uncertainty in her eyes.

"Of course I am." I smiled back at her while taking her chin in my hand. "I am happy with you."

"You're not mad that Azura hurt you, Pack Master?" she asked with a little whimper in her voice.

"No," I said, "and, as you can see, I am fine." I showed her my body; all the spots where she'd slashed me were covered with newly-pink flesh.

I looked deep into her blazing, electric-blue eyes. I felt a swell of emotion; she was mine, and I wanted to protect and care for her. She was like a lost puppy who only wanted a home, and I wanted to give that to her. I put all the love and affection I could muster into my gaze, and into my next words.

"Azura, you're my slave and my familiar now," I said. "You are a part of my family, and I want you to feel like you are accepted here. So don't look so sad, because I am never letting you go."

She blushed fiercely, and looked away for a moment. She brought her eyes back to mine, though. They were still a bit unsure. They were pleading.

"Pack Master?" she said meekly.

"Yes?" I replied, coaxing her to use her words and ask for what she wanted.

"Could you do what you did with sister slave, with Azura?"

"Sister slave... Do you mean Rayna?"

She nodded at that. I remembered the look Azura had given us after we'd kissed. I pulled her close to me. Her tits squeezed against my chest; they felt great.

"That is what we call a kiss," I told her. "It's what people do to show affection to one another. Do you want a kiss?"

"Yes, Pack Master," she said. She was still nervous, but I gave her a big smile and then moved in.

She moaned into my lips as I claimed hers. At first, she was a bit stiff, but then her instincts kicked in. Her mouth was incredibly hot, like she was breathing actual fire inside me. She leaned into my body, sliding her hot tongue inside me. Our tongues dueled each other, trying to see which one would wind up on top. I won that fight; I half thought Azura let me. At the symbolic reinforcement of my dominance over her, she melted into me.

"So, did you like that?" I asked, a small smile lingering on my face as I looked at the now panting, flustered Azura.

"Pack Master, that was wonderful. Could we do that again?" She blushed, but she had a hunger in her eyes.

We kissed again, and kept on going until the warm water turned cold. I figured that we'd spent too much time in the shower, so I helped her out and dried her off. I used my mother's blow dryer to dry off her fur, which left it a bit puffy, but after a quick rubdown with the towel it was back to normal. Thanks to the shampoo, her fur felt amazing against my skin. It was incredibly soft, like the finest cashmere. Her hair felt similar, but it was disheveled and tangled due to many years of total neglect. I texted Rayna on her new phone, asking her to buy Azura a hairbrush. Luckily she and Ella were still at the store - in the baby section, Rayna texted back, picking out outfits for Mr. Smuckers to wear. That brought a different kind of smile to my face. They sent me several pictures of various themed outfits, each one more ridiculous than the last.

With the girls having fun, I figured that I should do some studying and research on the sword that saved my life twice. Azura and I found the outfits Rayna had left for us. Mine was standard - a simple t-shirt and shorts - but Azura's outfit was something else. It was the same outfit Rayna had worn the past weekend: a simple white crop cami top and a pair of black booty shorts. It was obviously too small for her, but for the moment it would have to do.

Getting Azura in the outfit was a lot like getting a kid's hair cut, even setting aside the fact that it wasn't going to fit very well. She was stubborn, fidgety, and, once the clothes were on, perturbed by how they felt and how they looked. She was used to being nude, and this wasn't the best introduction to this particular earthly custom. I had to play the same trick on her again, telling her that her Pack Master would be very pleased to see her wearing clothes. That final calmed her down, though she still wasn't happy.

The outfit had looked somewhat tight and revealing when Rayna had worn it, but on Azura, it was just ridiculous. The top was struggling to hold what I would later find out were 36HH tits. As for the booty shorts, they were stretched out so tightly on Azura's round-yet-firm ass that they looked like a second pair of skin. They rode low so that Azura's tail wasn't pinched, which meant the tops of her ass cheeks stuck out like pushed-up cleavage.

We made our way to our room, where Azura quickly rushed in and began to rub her entire body on my bed. I understood what she was doing, and I was doubly glad I'd convinced her to take the long shower first. I decided to leave her to her own devices for a while, and began to work at my desk. Ella had left the sword on top of it, so I put it right back on top of the shelves.

Studying was almost impossible at first; it turned out that Azura didn't really have many of her own devices. She was like a restless dog, wanting to play. For her, that meant mating. As appealing as that sounded, I resolved to get some real work done. To placate her, I grabbed the tablet I mostly used for college and sat with her on my bed. Azura snuggled up against me, and I lazily petted her soft hair. That, paired with the soft ambient music provided by Alexa, soon put my hellhound to sleep.

Using the tablet one-handed wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing. I did my best to find something, anything about the sword. I became so engrossed that I lost track of time, and didn't even hear Rayna and Ella get back.

"We're back," Ella called out, peeking her head into my room.

I startled a bit, then cringed, remembering Azura was asleep.

"Hey, how did it go?" I asked quietly, trying my best to not disturb the sleeping beauty. Ella caught on to what I was doing and hunched her shoulders in a silent apology. She crept quietly into my room. In hushed tones, she told me all about their trip.

They'd decided to stop at Old Navy, since they hadn't had time to go to the mall. Using Rayna's shapeshifting ability to mimic Azura's general shape, they'd managed to find a few clothes that would fit the taller girl. I already knew they were all going to be revealing and alluring. I hoped that Azura's opinion of clothes would improve once she tried on some that fit her better.