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Something Borrowed

Chapter 7: The Good Book

The rest of that day was spent honing Aksel’s magic. It was rough at first, but soon enough Aksel could draw energy from Stolid without hardly thinking and he could blow up most things from twenty meters away. It was only one spell, but he went from being completely devoid of any magical aptitude to having the sky be the limit! Stolid could provide him power and he could use that energy and manipulate it. Stolid did sit him down to tell him the draw backs of pulling from his energy. Something about the flow of power was directly tied to his number of worshipers, but he didn’t pay attention much. He could use magic!

“Are you listening?” Stolid asked as they sat on the edge of the building, Aksel’s hooves dangling over the edge.

“Yeah, yeah,” Aksel was eyeing his palm, his large muscular hand carved with runes that thrummed with power. “You can’t keep it up all the time or whatever. More worshipers means more power and more spells.”

“That’s the basic gist of it,” Stolid wrapped Aksel’s hand, the vicious obsidian razers that made his fingers gleaming in the late afternoon sun. “Though I don’t like your tone. This kind of shit isn’t something to take lightly. Be sure to only use it if you need to. The fewer people that know the better.”

“Sure, sure,” Aksel waived off Stolid’s concerns. “I know what happens to unregistered mages, so don’t worry. Our little secret, my dude!”

“Did you…did you just call me ‘your dude?’”

“Well, yeah, you’re my dude, my guy, my buddy, my pal. Amigos if you will,” Aksel chuckled. “I’m just psyched that this is really happening.”

“You didn’t get this worked up over having thralls that worshiped your dick like a holy idol, but you’re over the moon because you can make sparks pop a few feet away? You’re an odd buck.”

“I don’t know man,” Aksel ran his fingers through his air. “I just never thought I’d ever be able to do magic, ya know. I mean, sex is fun, and there are plenty of guys who want to get on their knees for dick alone, but magic is a ‘you got it or you don’t’ kind of thing. I never knew it was this simple. Don’t other people use magic this way?”

“Yeah, usually they are called sorcerers and pull from a focus, but for the sake of keeping me out of the spotlight, we can simply say you’re a wizard and the paperwork was misfiled.”

“Seriously dude, this is hella hot,” Aksel was grinning ear to ear.

“Hella?” Stolid fingers went limp as though he was putting all his mental energy towards thinking.

“It’s like saying something is really cool,” Aksel smirked. “I think it’s a shortened version of ‘hell of a lot’ or like ‘a fuck ton’ where it’s a bunch, but in a good way.”

“Well, if you’re half as good a wizard as you are a dictionary, we have a lot of work to do.”

“Come on man, don’t fuck up the vibe here,” Aksel leaned back, watching the sun halo the skyline. “We’re having a good time. Don’t get all condescending on me just because I’m excited I can shoot spells now. I’ll be a natural spell slinger in no time,” Aksel then proceeded to do finger guns and shoot into at the sun with his imaginary spells.

“Whatever makes you happy I suppose,” Stolid crept up so he was covering half of Aksel’s face, the energy he used to cast spells making him cover a little less, but Aksel didn’t notice. They watched the sun together, the radiating light so beautiful as it painted the sky oranges and pinks.

“What’s next then?” Stolid asked.

“Huh?”

“What you want after this whole thing is done,” Stolid asked again. “You think you’d want to be a sanctioned wizard with the government?”

“You’re thinking too far ahead,” Aksel smirked and kicked his hooves in the air. “How about we just enjoy the sunset for a moment.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever stopped to do that,” Stolid pondered. “I guess…I just assumed it would always be there. That blinding and blazing light in the sky.”

“Yeah,” Aksel took a deep breath, the hint of iron in the air mixed with the smell of sunshine. “It’s pretty great.”

The two sat there for a moment, basking in the glow of their days work, enjoying the knowledge that neither Ken nor Terry were in any position to enjoy their evening like they were. Stolid made sure. The two sluts were publically posting passive aggressive posts about the other. They never named names, but they were at each other’s throats and everyone knew it.

“You know, we never finished that book,” Stolid reminded the buck. “You want to read it up here?”

“You gunna go get it?” Aksel cocked a brow.

“What are partners for,” Stolid’s essence folded and creased into a smile before shooting out of his ring and going down to their open window and snagging the book and snapping it back up into the buck’s hand. “Where were we again?”

“When the dude came back after years as a pirate and the bitch remembered him right away.”

“So eloquently put,” Stolid gave a little jab at the buck before continuing to read.

***

“Do you really think this is the best idea? Shouldn’t we let them stew another day or two?” Aksel asked, the cold air pulling at his breath.

“Trust me, you mortals are all fickle. We need to strike while the iron is hot. Stoke the flames before the two had a chance to mend. You getting cold hooves?”

“No, but one day to stew though? Shouldn’t we give it a couple?”

“A couple nights in your rut stink is enough, I’m sure,” Stolid encouraged as they rounded the corner to the café where Terry worked. “I take Terry as the kind of slob that keeps his body clean and fit, but doesn’t wash his sheets nearly enough.”

“Are you even sure he’ll be here today?” Aksel asked as they entered the café with a jingle of the customer bell. Sure enough, Terry was right there handing a cup of coffee to a patron. Aksel rolled his eyes. He needn’t have asked.

“Hey,” Stolid took over their speaking for the moment. Aksel was more than happy to hide away from his ex. “That was an amazing party the other night.”

“Yeah, what can I get for you?” Terry was visibly annoyed. His eyes said “I’m done with you,” but his hiked tail gave away that he was still interested.

“You doin’ okay today, Sweetheart?” Stolid blinked and furrowed his brow with concern. “Still recovering or did something happen?”

“YEAH SOMETHING—” Aksel stopped himself from shouting, clearing his throat. “You slammed the door of my own room in my face.”

“Oh shit,” Stolid straightened up, his face blushing red, his silicone helpers making his cheeks flush red. “I didn’t know that was you. That was your room?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Terry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “You bragged to the people at the party later that you nailed Ken in his roommate’s bed.”

“Honestly,” Stolid scratched the back of his head, his jacket opening to reveal his tank top tight against his chest. “I thought you had more than one roommate.”

“I was right there when you shouted at me,” Terry was keeping his voice low, but Aksel could tell there was a tantrum brewing.

“I mean, I saw someone in a reddish pink costume,” Stolid cocked a brow. “But all the lights were red so I didn’t realize. For real dude, I’m sorry. I can get a little…aggressive when I’m in the middle of…doing the do.” Stolid shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and gave a beaming smile, though his ears were folded back to fain sympathy.

“Seriously? That’s the lame-ass excuse you got?” Terry huffed.

“Believe it or not, but that’s the truth,” Stolid shrugged. This man was a master manipulator. “Though, I’m really sorry. I didn’t hurt you when I slammed the door in your face, did I?”

“I…no, I was far enough away,” Terry, the big Great Dane put a hand on his cheek as though he were remembering that night, his blush dusting his brow fur pink.

“I did ask if it was okay with Ken and he said you wouldn’t mind,” Stolid shrugged. “I can pay to have your sheets cleaned or whatever.”

“No, it’s no big deal, honestly,” Terry was back pedaling. “What’ll you have?”

“That chai stuff was amazing,” Stolid smirked. “Could tell it had something special in it last time.”

“Really?” Terry cocked a brow skeptically, but his tail wagged. “Whatever. Same order as before?”

“You remember?” Stolid cocked a brow.

“No,” Terry blushed. “I mean…it’s the same order as, like, everyone else. It’s a pretty basic order, but not like, basic as in ‘yo-basic’ but like, it’s a regular order…”

“How?” Aksel asked Stolid. “How do you get him spiraling so easily?”

“Watch and learn,” Stolid said in their shared mind before continuing. “Don’t worry Terry,” Stolid smiled warmly. “I tend to find such profound beauty in the mundane, though you give me reason to question that notion.”

“Wow,” Terry paused, chuckling a little. “You read that book huh? Quoting it too?”

“What can I say,” Stolid shrugged. “The author is a word smith. ‘With all the gold I’ve plundered, all the wine I’ve savored, and of every kind of flesh I’ve sampled, I can say the simple familiarities of home are the ambrosia of legend. The hay from the bed that I left you last still holds familiar warmth, and beneath Gia’s golden hair I found the beats of my heart that stilled upon our parting. Never had I thought myself dead until I was reminded of the agony of your absence.’”

“Impressive, Mister Shakespeare,” Terry crossed his arms. “Doesn’t he also say at the same time that he is incapable of love until he gets his revenge or whatever?”

“’But the beats of a heart torn are agony,’” Stolid continued the quote through a cocky grin. “‘If there be no rest for the wicked, then the wretched hand that cast me in a false name and likeness must know their dues. As much as my heart beats for you, it is also pierced by injustice, and before I find rest in your caress I must first remove the thorn that grew an entire lifetime of thistles between us.’”

“Wow,” Terry was obviously impressed. “Do you got a photographic memory or something?”

“Something like that,” Stolid shrugged. “I wanted to talk to Ken about it when I bring the book back today. He’s working right?”

Instantly Terry’s mood soured, his nose turning up. “Yeah, he’s working.”

“Woah,” Stolid put his hands up, the aforementioned book in his hand, he had pulled it from their coat. “Didn’t mean to bring the mood down. I just need to return the book to the library.”

“Yeah, I just…ugh, never mind. I’m not going to let him ruin my day. I mean…not like you’re the one who made sure to fuck him in my room or whatever. He’s been rubbing you in my face for a while now.” Terry huffed and started angrily typing in their order. “He’s been insufferable. I’m sure he won’t stop gushing about you tonight when you return his book or whatever.”

“I’m a lot to talk about,” Stolid shrugged and swiped his card. The register printed off a receipt and Terry handed it over. Stolid made a point of having their thumbs brush, his blunt nail running over the Dane’s claw. “Sorry if I started something between you two. The last thing I want to do is stir something up.”

“No,” Terry blushed and let the receipt flow through his fingers before he blinked and remembered what he was doing. “No, it’s not you. He’s just been getting on my nerves lately.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” Stolid had to stifle a grin, forcing his face into something that mirrored genuine sympathy.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Terry blushed, his hand waiving away the symbiote’s concerns. “It’s all personal stuff.” Then he turned to go prepare the buck’s drink.

“Wait,” Aksel started. “I think…I think he’s sexually frustrated.”

“You sure?” Stolid asked in his mind.

“Yeah…” Aksel looked over his ex closely, memories bubbling to the surface. “He’s getting all flustered, his tail is hiked up all the time, he hasn’t gotten anything in a long time. I’d have to pile drive him into the mattress several times a day or he’d be chomping at the bit. It’s actually how I noticed he was cheating on me. He just stopped…fucking…and he was a lot calmer. No, he hasn’t gotten laid in several days and he’s itching for it.”

“Well, I’ll just take a quick glance,” Stolid peered into Terry’s heart, the flame revealing much of what Aksel said to be true. Stolid had to suppress a dark grin. As their order came up, Stolid took the drink from his hand, but his other hand came to gently cradle the Grate Dane’s wrist.

“Hey,” Stolid started, his eyes all sultry and his voice deep. “You know, if you want, I can always make it up to you. We could always dirty up Ken’s bed.”

Terry’s eyes went wide, and Stolid simply let go of his wrist and kept his sly smirk on. The Dane’s muzzle burned red before he pulled his cap backwards and leaned forward.

“What about Ken?” Terry’s eyes narrowed.

“He didn’t ask about you when I was stress testing his costume,” Stolid shrugged.

There it was, a little chink in his armor, Terry bit the inside of his cheek. It was subtle, but Aksel knew it well. If the Dane were in a different setting, he would pounce on them and drain their nuts.

“Ya know, I have a break in, like, fifteen if you want to enjoy yourself a bit more.” Terry licked his chops.

“Holy fuck, are you going to nail him here and now? Shit!”

“Sorry sweetheart,” Stolid smirked and showed his book to the big dog. “I got an errand to run.”

“Oh come on,” Terry murred. “I’m sure I can make it worth the wait.”

“I bet you could, but how about we don’t do anything rash until things with Ken blow over.” Stolid shrugged. “I’ll see you around soon, Sweetheart.”

Stolid then walked off with his drink.

“What the hell?” Aksel burst out as soon as they left the café. “I thought for sure you were going to nail him to the employee bathroom wall. What gives?”

“Things are starting to get interesting. Just trust me on this, and enjoy your chai on the way to the Library. You’re going to need to fuel up before we nail some slutty poodle bussy.”

***

“God damn it,” Aksel huffed in their shared mind.

“Don’t be mad,” Stolid said adjusting his sleeves and checking himself out in the reflection of the glass protecting the bulletin board. “You need to remember our deals better. Not my fault you forgot that I have control in the library.”

“You could have at least warned me,” Aksel huffed in their mind. “Seriously, I almost tripped.”

“Yeah, those sudden shifts are a bitch, aren’t they,” Stolid chuckled before continuing further in. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you play co-pilot for now.”

“Whatever,” Aksel huffed, his little snort coming out their nose. “What’s the plan here? I thought I was going to pound some ass.”

“Don’t worry my little protégé,” Stolid cracked his knuckles as he swaggered into the library. “Just watch and learn.”

Stolid strode them up to the front desk, only to see that there was an elderly looking mare running it.

“Hey, is Ken in?” Stolid asked.

“Who’s asking?” The woman adjusted her glasses, the pearls stringed onto her glasses chain glinted as she pulled them down to look him in the eye.

“Just a friend of the poodle boy,” Aksel smirked and glanced down for a name tag. There was none. “But why do they have a sweet young thing like you manning the desk all by yourself.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” the mare smirked, leaning back in her chair, her frilled blouse had pearl tassels around the neck line, and she had a cross dangling from her weathered neck. “Though, I encourage you to try.”

“Sweet and spicy,” Stolid popped a hip and rested the hand holding his book on it. “You are simply glowing today. What’s your name?”

“Allice,” she cocked an inquisitive brow.

“Okay Alley Cat,” Stolid continued. “Ken recommended me this book from his book club and I wanted to discuss it with him if he has the time.”

“Only the Mister back home calls me Alley Cat,” the mare nodded behind the buck at someone. “But Ken Doll is having fun with our friend Dewey D and recalling the shelves.”

“I can work with that,” Stolid lifted the book and knocked on the cover. “I got a return for him.”

“Before you go prancing around looking for our poodle friend, let me check that book back in.” Allice opened a hand for the book, her other already clicking away on her mouse.

“Sounds good,” Stolid handed the book over, the librarian scanning it back into the system.

“There ya go, now go find that pup and tell him he can take a break as soon as he done recalling.”

“Allice, you are so sweet, thank you so much,” Stolid took the book back and swaggered into the library.

“Take your time,” Allice watched the buck leave, keeping an eye on his thick cheeks as they filled his jeans.

“What was that all about?” Aksel asked.

“You want the veterans of any system on your side,” Stolid smirked. “And she’s checking us out.”

Aksel nodded to one of the mirrors on the corner of the room that showed Allice was keeping her glasses down to watch the buck’s ass sway away.

“How are you so good at reading people?”

“Do you really need to ask?” Stolid chuckled.

The library wasn’t a grand structure, but it also wasn’t small. The duo walked the halls, the isles lined with books from various authors. Stolid was surprised at the amount of colors the books had on their covers. Back in his days with Regina, the covers were limited to names and the occasional press, but they got side tracked and found a couple books that caught his eye, memorized them for later, and they kept looking.

It took longer than the two first thought, having to double back, but Ken was also moving around while they were looking for him, and that made it a little more difficult. In the end, they found him flipping his fingers between books on historic fiction.

Stolid smiled, walking up quietly behind the poodle.

“You almost done?” Stolid asked.

Ken practically jumped out of his skin.

“What the hell, don’t sneak up on me like that,” Ken huffed. He was wearing an orange button down with small black polka dots all over it. His own glasses hooked to his chain. He had some dark jeans on that hugged his cute little bottom.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you,” Stolid lied. “Though I spoke to Alley Cat up front and she said you could go on your break as soon as you’re done with restocking.”

“Well,” Ken took a deep breath and huffed it out. “I just finished.” He spun around and slapped a book onto the shelf before grabbing his cart and trying to walk away.

“Hold up,” Stolid put a hoof in front of the cart, halting it. “You got one more.” Stolid put his book on the cart, the cover face up.

“I thought you finished it before the party?” Ken cocked a brow.

“And you said people would be talking about it there,” Stolid leaned in. “Though, we didn’t spend much time on the book, did we.” Stolid snorted, a duo of hot streams brushing Ken’s neck.

“Maybe we can discuss it later,” Ken tried to push the cart, but Stolid put a hand on his, keeping him from moving.

“What’s the rush?” Stolid asked.

“Nothing,” Ken lied and tried to keep moving, and Stolid let him this time.

“Come on now pup, don’t be like that. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Ken rolled his eyes, taking the last book to the shelf.

“Seriously, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself the last time we were together,” Stolid pressed.

“No, it’s not that,” Ken stopped rolling and let Stolid catch up to him. “Everything with Terry is so fucked up right now and I need some time to figure things out. I don’t want to say anything I’d regret.” Ken was about to keep going when he paused at Stolid’s next words.

“Not what he had to say about you,” Stolid shrugged.

“Excuse me? Have you been seeing Terry behind my back?”

“Woah, don’t shoot the messenger,” Stolid put up his hands. “He works at a café just a few blocks down from where I live. I thought he told you about it because, well, I thought he was telling you everything.”

And that was the linchpin that did it. Aksel could see in real time the betrayal and uncertainty in Ken’s eyes.

“Ken, I’m sorry, but I thought you knew,” Aksel shrugged. “You need some time?”

“I…no,” Ken huffed, his back straightening up and his eyes set on Stolid’s. “You said something about taking a break? I think I need a nice, long, hard break.”

“You sure?” Stolid stepped forward, his hand cupping the poodle’s cheek, his thumb tenderly stroking his muzzle.

“I’m fucking sure,” Ken got up on his tip toes and wrapped his arms behind Stolid’s thick neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Deep in the recesses of the library, the two made out. The empty halls and dim lightning proved protection enough against any prying eyes as the two made out, their tongues lulling around one another’s, their lips smacking, their grunts and moans hushed.

Stolid gave a little snort as his fingers gripped the poodle’s firm cheeks and lifted him up. He gently rested him on the return cart, the metal shelves holding the little poodle nicely. Ken’s legs went around the buck’s hips, his healthy layer of fat even more toned than before allowing the pup to rest his foot paws on the denim clad globes of Stolid’s sculpted cheeks.

“Fuck, Stix,” Ken managed between little moans, his breath hot and heavy.

“Fuck yeah, moan my name,” Stolid murred into the poodle’s neck, his hot breath mingling with the dog’s fur as he sucked and kissed those sensitive tendons. One hand was supporting Ken’s back, the other unbuttoning the poodle’s top buttons to expose more of his neck, more places to mark his territory.

“Fuck yeah,” Aksel grunted, the sensations of dominating Ken flowing through his essence. He could feel everything Stolid was doing, smell everything he smelled. It was intoxicating, like dominating while also laying back and letting your worshipers do all the work. “Mark him up. Terry will notice I’m sure.”

“Way ahead of you,” Stolid thought back before going to town on that neck, his blunt teeth nibbling on those tendons and veins.

“Stix,” Ken moaned, his breath short and panting as the buck played with his sensitive neck.

“Fuck, you got him begging for it,” Aksel smirked. “Let me have a go.”

“No, you can’t interrupt me here. I’m working.”

“Come on, just let me—”

Aksel distracted Stolid just long enough for the buck to make a rash move. He had his hand up on Ken’s neck and he gripped the pup’s scruff while his belt clanged on the return rack.

“Ken? You doin okay back there? What was that?”

“Oh fuck,” Ken breathed, but Stolid wouldn’t let the pup back out. Energy coiled between them, the poodles mind activated as rings of red formed in his eyes. “Nothing Allice! Just stubbed my toe on the return cart!”

“Nice save,” Aksel relaxed back.

“You gunna let me work this?” Stolid shot back.

“Yeah, just keep doing what you’re doing,” Aksel waived off their concerns.

Stolid snorted softly before coming up to Ken’s ear.

“Good doe,” he rumbled before licking along that ear and giving it a little nip.

“Fuck,” Ken moaned softly before gripping his belt and undoing it as quietly as the jingling buckle would allow. Stolid did the same while sucking on the pups neck again, leaving a series of glowing pink hickeys that were scarcely hidden by his curly black fur.

Ken pulled his pants down, his ass cheeks exposed to the air, something not lost on Stolid’s hands. He felt those perfect cheeks, those little round globes of cake he intended to split down the middle. They were smaller than before, no, wait…his hands were larger and covering them completely. The realization made the buck grin darkly.

Stolid’s pants fell to the ground in a heap of denim and boxers, his boner flopping forward and smacking the cold metal of the return cart before he was able to angle his dick back up between those cheeks.

“Fuck,” Stolid breathed hard into Ken’s ear. “You gunna be a good doe for me again?”

“Yes,” Ken bit his bottom lip, his ears flopping back as his toe paws fanned behind the big buck.

“You gunna come running when I call? Gunna be a good little doe for your big alpha stag?”

“Holy shit, just shove it in me, please,” Ken huffed, his face aglow with his blushing arousal.

“Nah,” Stolid shook his head, his hips drawing back to put that dick in line with those cheeks, slowly hot-dogging his buns with his massive bitch sticker. “You’re going to be my good little doe, aren’t you.”

“Fuck, yes,” Ken huffed, his toes fanning again as he tried to angle his ass to force that cock to slip in. “Please…”

“That’s please Master to you,” Stolid murred, snorting on his neck. Ken gave a little wine and Stolid gripped the poodles scruff. “Shhhh, you don’t want anyone coming to check on you. Keep quiet, and answer. You going to come running when I call?”

“Fuck, yes Master,” Ken moaned, his heart racing as that dick flicked over his used pucker, the little doughnut winking as that dick kissed his hole.

“Gunna do whatever I say when I say it? Like, if I wanted to fuck you right here and now, at your job, at the public library, you’d drop trou and hop on my cock. Wouldn’t you, my good little breeding doe?”

“Fuck, yes master,” Ken breathed out, his mouth switching to a silent scream as his asshole sank around that dick.

“That’s a good fucking doe,” Stolid had to suppress a grunt as he slid that ass down over his cock, the cheeks coming to rest on his thighs with little to no resistance. It was warm, soft hole, but as Ken flexed his ass muscles, his bussy clamped down on that dick.

“Fuck, gunna keep it tight for me, boi?” Stolid rumbled and started rocking his hips.

“Fuck yeah daddy,” Ken moaned. “I’m going to ride that rut of yours and put your other does to shame.”

“Fuck yeah, you want to join the harem my good little pup?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” There it was, Ken’s admission to being a thrall. The red glow solidified in the poodle’s eyes and caused a roll of pleasurable static down his spine. Ken huffed as he rocked on that dick over and over, those hips sliding up and down over that nine inch shaft. Stolid was still the same length as before, but Ken could tell he was significantly thicker, that knot quietly plopping against his pucker. Stolid could feel those bussy lips flex, his hole squelching around his cock and making out with his knot, threatening to swallow it whole.

“Fuck yeah, you’re hungry for that knot, aren’t ya? Healed up from the last time I knot fucked you?”

“Fuck yeah Master,” Ken huffed. “You pried me open and spit roasted me like a fucking stag. Come on, fuck me. Fuck me like I’m just another pit stop on your way home.”

“Fuck yeah you little bitch, I’ll drain my fucking brats deep inside you, fuck,” Stolid huffed quietly, his hips rocking forward faster, unable to keep it under control and picking up the pace. Pre dripped from that hole onto the cart, a little trickle of it dripping down the side of that rack as Stolid plowed away at Ken.

“Fuck yeah, look at me while I breed you. Look me in the eye and beg for my rut,” Stolid demanded.

Ken complied, opening his eyes, his face frozen in a constant look of ecstasy. Stolid smirked and spat in his mouth, Ken biting on his own wrist to hold back the whimpers as his own cock shot. Thick jets shot up onto Stolid’s shirt, coating his stomach in the dogs spunk.

“Fuck yeah you little bitch, squirt for me, fuck yeah! Squirt while you take my fucking rut!” Stolid felt like he was shouting, but his voice was barely louder than a whisper as he thrusted forward, his knot swelling outside of that hole before his powerful buck nuts bounced.

Aksel was a drooling mess in his own mind as orgasm washed over him. It felt like he was at home getting serviced by his servants, his mind awash in pleasure as he needn’t lift a finger for his own release.

Stolid grit his teeth, his silent snarl plastered on his muzzle as he came thick jets into the poodle before him, his cum oozing out of that used hole and dripping down the cart. A few hard thrusts forward shook the bookshelf, a couple of loose books falling to the ground.

“Fuck…I’ve wanted that since you left,” Ken huffed. “You need a cigarette? I could go for one.”

“Fuck, don’t you need to get back to work,” Stolid asked.

“Oh shit, your shirt,” Ken motioned to the bucks cum streaked shirt.

“Don’t sweat it,” Stolid smirked pulling out, his thick boner flopping to the side as a gush of seed oozed down that cart. Stolid pulled his jacket off and then his shirt. He then tossed it to Ken to clean himself up. “I’ll get the shirt back later. Wash it for me.”

Ken was speechless, huffing and looking over the shallow six pack on that thick man above him. He was an Adonis. The red rings had faded from his eyes, but the order Aksel spoke caused them to flash back on as he bit his lower lip.

“Did I fuck your brains out?”

“Wha?” Ken blinked. “Shit, yeah, thanks,” he took the shirt and cleaned himself up before Stolid lifted him from the cum puddle and put him down on dry land and started buttoning his shirt.

“Fuck you’re so cute. I need to get going though. You gunna be okay cleaning up?”

“Yeah, don’t sweat it. When will I see you again?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll call,” Stolid said, putting his coat back on and zipping it up. He let Ken keep his wits about him, not fully fucking his mind, but now he was compelled to do as he said. He still wanted the pup to have some free will to break Terry the ol’ fashioned way. With that he walked out.

As they left the threshold of the library Aksel felt control come back over himself, his knees weak from that hard orgasm.

“Fuck, don’t get me wrong, that was hot as fuck, but why?” Aksel shook his head to clear it before trotting down the steps to the bus stop.

“Just making things more interesting. The little bitch can’t keep his trap shut, so why don’t we make Terry even more jealous than he is, and if Ken is to blame—”

“Then it’ll keep us open to fuck with Terry,” Aksel put it together.

“Now you’re getting it. That Great Dane is going to make a fine addition to the harem when we’re done with him.”

“Fuck, that bitch is going down.” Aksel smirked as he got on the bus, ready to go home and work over the rest of his rut.

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