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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

This is a commission I was both humbled and thankful to be asked to tackle, I might be a bit biased towards the characters, but having read stories with them in before...how could I not want to work with Reece and Marcella? Both these wonderful characters belong to their owners, Isiat Squire Carcer and xShadi respectively, both of whom you should be following already if you have any common sense. :3

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Baia was an infamous Roman town situated on the northwest shore of the Gulf of Naples, known for being a hedonistic haven for all whom wished to enjoy themselves without the constant worry of morality. As long as one did not intentionally harm another and all acts were done with permission, enjoyment and pleasure at their core, nearly everything was permitted within the white marbled cities walls.

The ocean air was cool and calming, the whisper of the waves lapping against the shoreline a constant backdrop of natural music between the songs of the wandering minstrels serenading anyone whom would stop and listen. The sun was just past the apex of its journey, the day starting its slow descent toward twilight when the cities white walls would become a kaleidoscope of dazzling colors. Despite the countless lewd and lascivious acts taking place out in the open, no one so much as batted an eye, even when an orgy took place on the side of the main road. Residents and visitors alike were welcome to join in and enjoy if they so wished, pleasures of the flesh were as common as a handshake in the city. Even with all the natural beauty and lewd acts going on out in the open, most eyes not yet too drunk to see clearly were turned to watch the approaching of a curious couple.

Reece, a tall, nearly seven-foot African Wild Dog strode purposefully down the main street, heading toward a seemingly important destination. His piercing blue eyes trained on a distant point before him, his look determined and focused, his chiseled jaw set. The multi-colored canines coat was off-set by a white toga with gold trim, which noted him as someone of importance, the plain flowing material doing little to hide his muscled physique beneath however. Scars dotted his form, hinting at a tale of a life that was not so easy, his status had been hard earned and he was not afraid to fight to hold onto what he had obtained. At least judging by fresh marks visible through his richly colored coat and his battered knuckles, even now. While Reece with his rich brown spotted hide was a sight to behold in his own right, even more eyes were on the figure walking close behind him.

Shorter by at least a head, Marcella followed in his footsteps. Her own toga a pristine white, the material flowed about her form as if it were alive, highlighting her voluptuous curves. She stayed within a step or two of Reece before her, guided along by a thin and intricately made golden chain held in his left hand, which connected to the forest green collar about her neck. The chain had been cast in the appearance of a gold-plated vine, replete with intricately detailed golden leaves. Despite her walking in step behind Reece, as a slave might do, it was plainly evident she was anything but. The thin and delicate chain was not meant to indicate ownership, merely a symbol that she was off limits to others, unless she chose otherwise. Gold bands about her left ankle and right wrist indicated she had been a slave once upon a time, but now she was free, a reminder of what she had overcome. The golden rings through her bottom lip also let others know she was no longer restrained from speaking her heart and mind, she could and would speak for herself when necessary as she was no longer silenced. Hidden beneath her toga, there were also little golden bar piercings through her light pink nipples and either side of her lower abdomen, a known sign that she was not to be bred by anyone but Reece. She was free to do as she pleased, but only he would have the pleasure of siring offspring with her when the time came. Her coat a rich mixture of colors; deep earthy brown, golden straw and heavenly white in ever more intricate patterns the further out from her core they went. Her long flowing hair glistened in the sun like strands of the finest silk, stopping just above the root of her tail. The left a reddish-brown with streaks of gold, while the right was golden with reddish-brown streaks. She was unique, even among her own kind. A fact which made Reece grin, perhaps a little smugly, knowing she'd chosen him above all others to follow and be her mate.

The pair of African Wild Dogs was an unusual sight in this part of the world, but not entirely unheard of. Most of their kind tended to be slaves or gladiators, relegated to the dregs of society as they were not treated as equals by most and were often viewed as simple minded savages. It was very rare for one of them to rise to the status Reece now bore with pride, often leveraging people's expectations of his kind against them, more often than not, to their own detriment. He could feel the gaze of envy on him from most of the men he passed in the street, their look jealousy plain as the sun in the sky as they spotted the gold trim of his tunic, as well as the look of desire in the women they were with. He also noted how many of those same glances, both men and women alike, that appraised him would just as quickly flick back to linger on his mate close behind. He could feel their palpable disappointment when they spotted the golden chain in his hand, knowing they could not have her.

"Hold! How much for a roll in the hay with that one, friend?" A clearly drunken black bull stumbled over, his large calloused hand pressing to the center of the painted dogs muscled chest, stopping Reece in the middle of the street. Despite his height, Reece still had to look up into the reddened and bleary eyes of the bull, his free hand rising to gently grab about the large male's wrist with a firm grip.

"Caesar himself could not afford that price...friend" The African Wild Dog bristled, trying to keep his tone calm if not at least courteous, for now. He hoped the bull would be wise enough to accept his reply, but he was prepared to enforce it should the drunken slob not understand or refuse to take no for an answer. He would do anything in his power to protect and defend Marcella, just as he had done since the first day he saw her under the whip of her former cruel master.

"Ha! Good one, but I'm not paying anything more than a couple gold for a scrawny canine bitch..." The bull started to say, but he wouldn't get to finish before Reece twisted his wrist with a sickening crack. As the bull bellowed in pain and bent over to clutch at his broken wrist, the smaller canine was already moving. While the bull's head was descending downward, the painted dog's right knee was rocketing upward to catch the side of his temple. The move was so practiced and quick, most of the bystanders had not even seen what had felled the menacing large black bull when he crumpled into a heap on the cobblestone road. The fact the smaller lady behind the taller canine hadn't even reacted to the action before her further confused the crowd, most assuming the wine had finally caught up with their now unconscious friend. Reece paused to watch as three large men tried to haul the dead-weight of the black bovine out of the street to sleep it off somewhere, making sure there would be no further disturbances before he continued on his way.

With the brief bovine distraction dealt with, Reece and Marcella proceeded toward the lupanar where they'd heard someone of particular interest to the African Wild Dog was to be found. He was on the hunt for someone with a network almost as vast as his own, but in much less desirable locations he had not been able to get into due to his species. Places so ancient and unknown that many other traders foolish enough to think they could be the first to open channels had returned changed somehow, or worse, they did not return at all.

Reece did not need confirmation to know they were in the right place, already there were almost a half dozen of the most beautiful lupa loitering about the entrance. From what he'd heard, Luwala had high standards for his playthings, only the finest would do for him. With a brief glance back over his shoulder at Marcella, his mate would give an almost imperceptible little nod before they proceeded inside and through the small courtyard.

At the center of the courtyard was a water fountain with an intricately carved marble statue of a short and curvy lioness at the center, water pouring in a constant stream from the amphora she held against her hip. The artist's hand was so good it appeared she was almost alive, the slight curl to her sultry smile and the inviting gaze captured in her eyes, Reece assumed she must have been some Goddess or another. He was tempted to reach out and touch her to see if she were a real person, with how the cloth was made to appear wet and clinging to the statues sinful figure, the marble looked deceptively soft and inviting. Reece smiled as it brough back memories of his most recent tussle with Marcella, the way their silk sheets had both covered and accentuated her curves to create an enticing display for his gaze to feast upon.

Reece was well travelled and had seen more of the world than even the most seasoned Roman Legionnaire; he was also smart enough to put the knowledge and friendships he'd gained through his travels to good use. He had managed to set up a vast and intricate network of contacts across the known world and used his influence to build a small but very profitable business empire, one which kept most of its more dangerous and illicit dealings out of the public eye. As far as most nobles knew, he was just an ordinary business man and a skilled negotiator; only Marcella truly knew the real power and reach her mate had. If he had the desire or inclination for it, he could be the very next Caesar within the week. Luckily for the current Caesar however, Reece found politics to be rather boring.

As Reece and Marcella made their way to the tablinum at the far end of the lupanar, where Luwala currently resided, they heard pained cries coming from within the room. Though Marcella didn't understand what was being said, she could understand from the pained tone and inflection of the voice within what she was about to walk in on. She had been on the receiving end of such treatment more times than she cared to remember in her former life.

<No, not again! Haven't you had enough, filthy beast?>

" Non, pas encore ! Tu n'en as pas assez, immonde bête?" a strained voice snarled before a pained grunt was heard. As the strained voice growled and groaned, it was soon followed by a mocking laugh of someone else in the room. The reason why soon became clear when Reece and Marcella rounded the corner and stepped into the room proper. Before them on one side of the room, laying back on a plush bed, was the large crocodile they'd come to speak with. In his lap sat a short, slightly chubby, silver furred lynx whom was very obviously impaled on the trader's member. Her hands were shackled behind her back and a thick leather collar was locked about her neck, connected to a heavy chain set into the wall beside the bed, making escape impossible. Her shackles held in one of the crocodiles' large hands as she faced out into the room, her back to the reptile and with her thighs parted about his broad hips, the rest of the collective beauties gathered about the room watched while she was once more taken against her will by their master. As she was forced down onto the crocodiles thick, ridged, and blood red member, her full heavy bust swayed enticingly while she squirmed atop Luwala in a fruitless attempt to prevent him claiming her again.

"Girl, I don't know what you're saying, but I love breaking in a defiant cunt...now ride me!" Luwala snarled and reached behind to give the silver Lynx's behind a firm swat, making her yelp in surprise. Her back curved in response as she stared skyward briefly, causing her long flowing white hair to cascade about her shoulders and breasts.

"Charming..." Marcella smirked as she watched the display. She knew his kind all too well, though now she was far less afraid of them. With Reece by her side, she had nothing to fear. Though even when he was not beside her these days, he'd taught her more than enough to defend herself from the likes of people such as Luwala.

<My father will rip your balls off and feed them to you..."

" Mon père va t'arracher les couilles et te les donner à manger..." the lynx hissed and snarled as she was forced to ride the crocodile against her will, his ridged red member looking far too big for her to take comfortably. Marcella thought she could even spot the slight bulge at the felines belly every time she was forced down deep onto him, even with her bit of a cute tummy she had on her.

<Want to starve a man after you've taken his brains out?>

" Vous voulez affamer un homme après lui avoir enlevé la cervelle?" Reece replied to the feline, whom briefly looked stunned at someone speaking to her and almost cracking a smile at his quip, at least until she caught sight of the gold chain in his hand leading to the collar about Marcella's neck.

<You're no better than him, look at your slave.>

" Tu ne vaux pas mieux que lui, regarde ton esclave" The lynx snarled at the African Wild Dog, glaring at him just as defiantly as she had the crocodile.

<She's not a slave, she's my wife. She's free, she just chooses to be here next to me.>

" Ce n'est pas une esclave, c'est ma femme. Elle est libre, elle choisit simplement d'être ici à côté de moi" Reece offered with an apologetic smile and shrug of his shoulders which made the lynx stare at him in a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

"Move your hips, girl! This cock isn't going to ride itself!" Luwala snarled in annoyance when she stopped moving while speaking to the unexpected visitors. One of his large hands clapping down on her backside with a rough crack, before he forced his thick thumb under her tail, grinning at the pained sound she made from the unexpected entry.

<Haven't you defiled me enough already? Only cowards attack from behind!>

" Ne m'as-tu pas déjà assez souillé? Seuls les lâches attaquent par derrière!" The lynx whined and squirmed, her hips jerking and bucking against the movements of the crocodile's digit under her short twitching tail.

"I love the defiant ones, don't you? This little silver cunt is Fullcervix , the daughter of one of the greatest Gaulish Chiefs, Chief Forix! She's part of a foreign exchange deal I'm working on between the Romans and the Gaul's" Luwala grinned around the squirming lynx in his lap at his visitors. The large dark green crocodile showed no shame about what he was doing to the young woman sitting astride him, he didn't even slow down, let alone stop his fucking of his latest slave while speaking to his canine visitors.

<My god!>

"Mon Dieu!" Fullcervix whined as she was forced to ride the crocodile, his thick digit giving a rough pump in and out beneath her tail every time she so much as slowed down. The silver lynx closed her eyes; hanging her head in shame as she was made to put on such a lewd display for so many people in the room with her. Most of the crocodiles' other slaves felt sorry for her, they too had been in her position and knew what she was going through. Though there were a few whom watched with a cruel glee in their gaze at seeing the little chubby feline being broken and put in her place.

<Sorry>

" Désolée..." Reece said softly to the poor lynx before sighing and turning his gaze upon the crocodile. This was his domain and the painted dog had to play by his rules, for now. "At any rate, I have been looking for you for some time. I have a business proposition I think would make both of us very rich and influential men" he offered with a broad grin.

"I've got enough coin to live comfortably, and enough pussy to keep my balls drained...what more could I want?" Luwala smirked at Reece, seemingly content the lynx had learned her lesson and was now willing, or at least able to keep riding him of her own accord. His hands folding behind his head as he lay back on the bed, letting the small feline bounce on his cock and put on a show for his other girls while he discussed business with the brown spotty mutt.

"What I have planned will make Caesar himself seem a pauper..." Reece persisted, retrieving a slender scroll from inside his tunic and tossing it over to the crocodile, briefly exposing more of his muscled form to the other slaves in the room and sending a wave of excited whispers through them.

Luwala snatched the scroll out of the air with a surprising speed which belied his massive frame. With the scroll unfurled, his yellow eyes scanned the page, panning back and forth across the writing on the parchment. At first, he grinned, then began to laugh as he crumpled the parchment into a ball and tossed it back at the canine's chest. "Your plan will see us thrown into the Roman circus, dumb mutt. I've done my time in the pit, I have no desire to go back there" Luwala snarled and scowled at Reece.

"As have I, but what you fail to understand is...I own half the senate already. You would have a harder time selling your slaves in Rome than we would selling these herbs" The African Wild Dog resisted a grin as he saw the brief look of surprise cross over Luwalas' face at his admission. His words had clearly struck a nerve in the reptile as he fell silent, his scowl softening a shade as he stared past Reece intently. Much to Reece's surprise and annoyance, he realized the crocodile was staring at Marcella sitting quietly behind him, he knew something was afoot. Hoping to distract Luwala, Reece launched into an in-depth discussion about his trade routes and the money he had already made with the limited supply of the herbs he'd managed to get his hands on. Unfortunately, no matter what he said, the crocodiles gaze remained fixed on his mate, even when the silver lynx began to moan and whine in climax atop him when she finally broke. Her small form twitching and jerking while she huffed and mewled softly, her cheeks glowing a faint pink hue while she was unwillingly brought pleasure from such an unwanted act.

Marcella sat quietly behind Reece as he discussed trade routes and prices with the crocodile, her fingers idly toying with the golden rings through her ears. Each one held special meaning to her, significant life moments which had shaped her. The upper left was the most difficult, the passing of her parents which had shattered her world and nearly broken her at a very young age. The lower left was almost as painful; a constant reminder of when she was torn from her home and became a slave, forced to leave behind everything and everyone she ever knew and loved against her will. As the memories of her past haunted her and once again threatened to overwhelm her, she reached up to her other ear to bring herself back or at least closer to the present, a far happier time for her. The lower right was a fond memory, when she first met Reece and he helped her obtain her freedom after years of abuse and cruelty at the hands of various masters whom had tried and failed to break her indominable spirit. The upper right earing was her most favorite of all, they day they had become mates. As their joining was so unnatural and unorthodox, Reece had provided her with a golden ring about her toe on her left foot, as if in mockery and to fly in the face of the expected traditions and rules governing marriage between slaves and nobles. He had never been one to follow the rules though, or one to sit idly by while an innocent suffered at the hands of others. If he had the power to change something for the better, he would, which is what had made her fall so hard for him despite his checkered and shady past.

"That's a nice piece of tail you've got yourself there, she looks like she could suck the scales off a hydra" Luwala finally spoke up as he carelessly pushed the small spent lynx from his lap and off his still hard cock, now glistening with her femcum. "She must've cost you a pretty penny; is that why you need to make so much gold, to afford ass like that? You should just rent her out by the half hour, you'd make more money letting strangers use her as a cumrag than you would with your insane plan" the crocodile laughed harshly, still staring hard at Marcella while shamelessly stroking himself before her.

Reece glared at the crocodile, growling low as his hands balled into fists again at the insults to his mate. As he was about to step forward and put the crocodile in his place, Marcella reached out to gently grasp his closest wrist. Once again, as it always did, her touch alone could calm him down in an instant. He turned briefly to peer back at her, his brows raising in surprise as he recognized the look on her face; she had a plan.

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"The only reason I am even bothering to talk to a mongrel like you is because like me, you seem to have good taste in whores" Luwala grinned as he eyed the attractive painted dog sitting behind Reece, continuing his tirade of insults and lechery.

"She's not a whore, she's my mate" Reece bristled a little at the look the large reptile was giving Marcella, his stomach twisting at the brief surprised look on the crocodile's face before it turned into a menacing grin, realizing he may have given away too much information. His hands instantly balling into fists, once more ready to leap to her defense should the situation call for it.

"She sure as fuck looks like a whore to me" Luwala grinned toothily, narrowing his eyes as he shamelessly looked Marcella over from head to toe and back again. "How about this, you give me the bitch and I'll give you access to my trade routes; I'll even throw in a generous forty percent cut of all deals you do. That's more than fair...right?" The croc grinned and stared hard at Reece, as if expecting him to either concede, or back out entirely.

"I am not his to give away, but if you desire me so, I have a suggestion both of you could benefit from" Marcella spoke up, an ever so slight grin curling the corner of her lips before she licked playfully along one of her canines.

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"What can you offer me that so many others I already own cannot?" Luwala asked with a note of surprise at her brashness, it was not common for a woman to speak in a business meeting, let alone for a slave to speak directly to him. Oh, he liked her even more now, she had that same defiant fire as the little silver lynx cunt chained up beside him! If anything, she was at least entertaining if not simply enjoyable to look upon.

"If you truly desired the others as much, then why do your eyes linger on me?" She persisted, leaning in closer to let the croc get a good view of the valley created by her full breasts when she leaned forward in her seat. "You simply desire to one up my mate, by doing so through me, because you know you cannot have me. If that is what you want, then I will consent to one such act with you, if you concede to his plan."

"Even if your pussy was paved with gold, that is not enough of an enticement, wench" The crocodile snorted derisively, though he still could not tear his gaze away from the delectable sight of the mated woman before him, already carnal images of her were began to flood his mind. He loved breaking in a defiant cunt, but one that belonged to someone else? Now that was a very special and tempting offer indeed, especially since it came wrapped in such a tantalizing package as Marcella.

"Fine, if it is your pride and fragile ego you wish to protect, we shall gamble upon it. You get me and you pick out one of your finest for him. Whichever of you finishes first is the loser; the winner takes ALL" Marcella offered with a coy smile; her gaze unwavering as she stared intently at the large reptile.

"I can see why you like this cunt; she's got balls...maybe even as big as my own!" Luwala laughed and slapped his knee with genuine mirth. "You're on sweet tits. Panda! Get your curvy ass in here, you got a job to do!" he bellowed out through the door to someone whom was apparently loitering about in the hortus, just beyond the doorway leading out back. The lush green grass and sweet-scented flowers of the private garden were only partly visible from Reece's vantage point, so he had not seen anyone else outside when they had entered the room. The women already in the room were beautiful and enticing in their own rights, but none of them held a candle to his mate, giving the canine a false sense of bravado about winning their little bet easily. As soon as the tall figure appeared in the doorway, his heart skipped a beat, it was as if time slowed down when she sauntered gracefully over to him. The almost hypnotic undulation of her hips with every step she took, the playful smile about her soft lips; he was sure if she spoke, it would be a siren's song.

With his mind reeling from what it was trying to comprehend what he was seeing, the painted dog tried to wrestle his brain back into working order. He desperately grasped at anything to distract himself from the generous view before him, suddenly recalling the name Luwala had called out. Reece knew that word, the way Luwala had pronounced it "pun-dah," it simply meant "Ride" if he recalled correctly. Considering where they were, the name was apt, if not perhaps a little too on the nose. Reece swallowed hard as the gorgeous, tall and very nude equine lady stepped into the room, her ears brushing the top of the doorway as she stepped through. For the second time that day, the tall African Wild Dog had to peer up at someone, though it was rather hard to do as his face would be almost eye level with her full and heavy bust when he stood to greet her.

Panda appeared to be a mix between an Arabian stallion and a zebra mare, her coat a glossy dark grey with an almost broad black patch from the base of her neck to just above the root of her tail. At her extremities, her dark grey faded and shifted to bright ivory white from mid-forearm and just below her knees to leave her hands and feet pure white. The zebra stripes appeared around her sides, shoulders and hips like soldiers emerging from a thick fog of darkness. Her beautiful face partially obscured by her long silky black and white streaked hair, matched by a long and flowing tail behind, which reached just shy of her ankles; though the broad gold band about the base of her tail kept it clear of her delectable derrière. The only other article of clothing Panda wore was a white backed and black banded leather collar with a simple silver chain about her neck, leading down to a curious blue teardrop gem resting between her breasts.

Reece never thought he'd find someone as beautiful as Marcella, but Panda was dangerously close with her deep emerald hues, staring down at him with a mixture of playfulness and a hint of defiance in her stare. She almost had that same look in her eyes Marcella had the first time he'd seen her, though from the look of the mare, she had not suffered even a fraction of what his mate had, there was not a mark on her, nor even a single piercing. For the first time since stepping foot into Baia, Reece felt a touch of worry enter him, there was a real chance he might lose to the crocodile. If not for the subtle grin Marcella still wore, he might have backed out of the challenge altogether, but he trusted his mate completely and she seemed to know what she was doing.

To her credit, Marcella didn't so much as cast a cursory glance at Panda or the look on her mate's face when she approached him with an unfaltering confidence. She was solely focused on the task at hand, rising from her seat behind Reece to move in closer to the leering crocodile. She stood at the foot of his bed; soon wearing nothing but her jewelry and a sly grin once she brushed the simple white fabric from her shoulders to let it pool about her feet, revealing every inch of her intricately patterned body to him and reveling in the hungry look which blossomed in the crocodiles' eyes. The African Wild Dog had to resist a little laugh as she heard Luwala mutter a praise to the Gods for the sight before him when she slowly crawled onto the bed toward him in an unadulterated predator's stalk, which would have been well suited to a feral lioness on the African plains. There mere view of her full bust hanging and shifting enticingly beneath her with every move was more than enough to reverse whatever softening of his member, which had begun to occur during their business discussions. Her nose twitched as she took in his strong virile scent, he was indeed all man, a mere step removed from a savage. His scent was exciting and thrilling in ways she had almost forgotten; Reece's was far more refined, but no less electric to her mind. Her broad, soft tongue reached out and began to lap across the crocodiles' exposed orbs, lavishing the soft leathery pouch with gentle attentions, before she slowly worked her way up to his throbbing, blood red spire. "She tastes sweet..." Marcella huffed against the side of Luwalas cock, she tasted the little lynx's recent climax on him still, while she explored the ridges of his member with her skilled tongue. The beautiful painted dog making the short feline blush at her lewd display when she winked at the watching and wide-eyed feline sitting beside her on the bed.

A faint, familiar groan was heard behind her, she'd heard that sound before, though usually she was the reason for it. Behind her, Reece had his fingers stroking through Panda's black and white mop of hair as the equine wasted no time in showing off her talents. The faint wet sucking sounds were obvious, she was giving the tall handsome painted dog a blowjob second to none, Marcella's ears twitching when she heard the faint scratch of her mates' nails against the tiled floor and the quick intake of his breath. Panda was good, perhaps better than she'd bargained on. Even still, Marcella grinned to herself; she was not worried, in fact she enjoyed a challenge.

Reece groaned louder again, trying to bite back his pleasure, but Panda was surprisingly good at this. She may just rival Marcella, as much as he hated to admit it. Every time he stared down, he was met by those gorgeous emerald eyes staring back up at him with just the right mix of innocence and unbridled sin while she worked her soft lips back and forth along the entire length of his prick. Despite having a shorter and broader muzzle than other Arabian mares, she was not shy about letting the painted dog tickle the back of her throat every time she pressed down to kiss at his knot, her fingers gripping just behind it with a series of measured pulsing squeezes. This mare knew how to handle a canine it seemed; she was using every dirty trick in the book against him! Already Reece could feel the churning which had begun to stir in his balls, his need for release rapidly growing with every bob and tilt of Panda's head in his lap, the mare putting on quite the show for all the other beautiful women watching around them. More than a few of them bore obvious expressions of jealousy, Reece was certain that if she'd stopped and offered, there would've been a clamoring of beautiful women to be first in line to kneel before him and take her place.

Marcella teased the broad flat of her tongue along the sensitive ridges of the crocs cock, staring up at him grinning down at her while she lavished attention to every inch of his meat. She felt every eager throb and pulse she stirred within him, eagerly lapping up the profuse spillage of his precum she earned for her efforts until the time was right for her to move; keeping herself low as she crawled higher along his form. The pointed tip of his thick, red length made first contact with the graceful divot of her suprasternal notch just below her graceful throat as she moved in closer. Marcella growled softly yet playfully as she moved forward still, until he was trapped between the soft pillows of her bust. She knew the effect this was having on the croc; it was one thing to force it from someone unable to say no. But to have someone willingly do these acts to and for him, especially someone whom chose to willingly belong to another, that was what she knew would be his downfall. Marcella dipped her muzzle low, once more using her tongue on the exposed tip of his cock now trapped between her breasts, her hands at the sides of her mounds to press them in snug around their captive.

Try as he might, Luwala could not stop the pleasured and guttural groan the sight brought out of him. The gorgeous canine with her tits wrapped around his aching cock as she teased that soft tongue to his most sensitive flesh, it was all he could do to not roll his head back and beg for mercy. Gods, if he had her as his own, he knew his balls would be drier than the Sahara Desert. Marcella's long flowing hair slipped down and partially obscured her face while she tended to his prick, further adding to the allure of the scene. By the time the canine bitch finally relented, even Luwala could feel his own toes curling tight enough for the joints to pop in pleasure, even his fists gripped at the silk sheets either side of him. The sight of her raising her eyes to meet his, a gossamer strand briefly connecting her bottom lip to the tip of his cock before it snapped and vanished to nothingness would be forever etched in his mind. His heart was beating heavily in his chest like the raging of a storm; none of his own whores, not even Panda had gotten him this excited before, he had to have her!

Marcella saw that almost imperceptible shift in Luwalas gaze down at her, she had him hooked, now it was time to reel him in. Like a cat stalking its prey, she crawled along his form with sinuous grace, letting her soft curves brush and tease along his hard scales until she could reach up and press a kiss to his lips. Judging by the startled sound, he was not expecting such intimacy from her, nor his own taste on her lips still. It was not unwelcomed either, his tongue lashed against her own soft lips before pressing past and into her maw proper, tracing along her sharp teeth and the ridges along the roof of her mouth. He lacked the skill and tenderness of Reece in this regard; he was all brute force and no tact, but that could be fun sometimes she supposed. Marcella growled into the kiss, grinning down at Luwala as she sat upright and turned to the left to peer back over her shoulder at Reece briefly. A shuddered gasp escaped her a moment later when she felt Luwalas lips and teeth at her right nipple, which was almost presented to him, while she watched the mare with her mate. She felt her little golden bar piercing clicking against the crocodiles' sharp teeth, which lightly grazed her sensitive flesh as his tongue swirled and flicked against the pierced nub greedily.

Reece glanced briefly over at Marcella and Luwala; so far so good, he'd not done anything too untoward to her and she seemed to still be in control for now. Unlike him who was at Panda's mercy, even though she had finally relented with her oral torments, she was far from being out of tricks to use on him. For now, she had him sitting down again as she ground herself down in his lap. With her back toward his chest, the mare leaned forward just enough to ensure she applied pressure directly to where she wanted it, in the process she revealed another curious small blue gem beneath her tail and covering her rear opening. That was not entirely where his focus was however, he could feel the pouting folds of her pussy kiss and grind along the underside of his trapped length. The way her hips moved and ground down against him, he had no doubt she could put a seasoned belly dancer to shame. Already she had him leaking profusely against his own belly, his brown fur coated in his own precum and her saliva while she ground down against him with sinful skill. She'd even guided his hands to her breasts, which despite their size, they were surprisingly firm and perky. When he'd found her nipple and began tweaking and toying with them gently, he got his first sound out of her too. As eagerly as she was grinding on him, it seemed she preferred a soft and gentle touch; perhaps not something she experienced often thanks to whom she belonged. Even though there was a lot at stake right now, Reece was not above at least ensuring Panda enjoyed herself some as well. He'd lean in against her back, nipping and nibbling along her shoulders to the side of her neck while he skillfully worked at her stiff little nubs, soon having the mare in his lap snorting and faintly gasping in delight. If anything, at least it seemed to serve as a distraction for her dangerous grinding down against him. Though he did notice a rather obvious increase in slickness and warmth against the underside of his thick length, he was having an effect on her as well.

Through slitted eyes, Marcella watched as the gorgeous mare lifted herself up briefly, only so sink back down and impale herself on her mate with an eager snort. Panda leaned back against Reece's chest finally, lust and desire burning in her eyes when she leaned to one side while turning back to look at him; a hand at his cheek turning his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Marcella smirked at the sight; she wasn't even slightly surprised Reece had managed to twist the mare to his own whim. The handsome Wild Dogs hands remained at her breasts for a moment, until one dipped low across the slight valley of her abdominals, journeying south to pause briefly at the cute little indent of her navel before continuing down to between her thighs. The pleasured groan which burst from the mare brought a grin to Marcella's lips. She knew all too well how skilled those fingers were, as much confidence as the mare had entered the room with, she was about to learn a valuable lesson at the hands of her mate.

"Gods alive, how are you this hot and tight, wench! It is as if you burn me with the fires of Pluto!" Luwala suddenly groaned out in surprise when Marcella made her move, her fingers dipping low to press to the underside of his pointed cocktip and guide him to her opening. No warning was given before the beautiful canine sunk herself down and impaled herself onto his waiting member; she'd always run a little hot and it took a real man to handle her. Again, Luwala snarled and slapped his hands down on her behind, his claws scratching through her fur at the firm flesh beneath while he desperately clung to her, undecided whether to stop her or simply ram her down on himself. She was more than he'd bargained on, she could feel the desperate throb and pulse of his cock inside her as he fought back his climax. Under normal circumstance and if he were one of their closest friends, she might have taken mercy on him. But he was neither, so he bore the full force of her arsenal. With a pained whine as she pressed back and down deeper onto him, feeling the thick reptile prick stretch her to the point of feeling like she was about to break.

"Are you prepared to lose?" Marcella huffed and growled at Luwala when he lay back and stared blankly at the ceiling above, as if he were staring into the Heavens themselves. She didn't wait for an answer, as soon as his lips twitched when he tried to speak, she started to lightly bounce in his lap while she gyrated and ground herself down onto him, flexing her inner muscles in ways she knew he would soon wish his own slaves were capable of. Sitting up a little higher atop him, with a victorious smirk, Marcella reached down and behind herself to cup a soft hand about his twitching and bouncing orbs. "Let go, you know you want to. You have nothing to fear..." she cooed sweetly to the confused croc; his blood flow suitably rerouted away from his brain by now and making logical thought an impossibility. His claws scratched across to her hips from his grip on her behind, hard enough to leave angry red lines beneath her fur, but she'd endured worse before and would not be deterred. With his back arching from the bed, Luwala gave a series of rough final thrusts up into Marcella before he finally let go, his claws digging into her flesh and making her hiss while she felt each and every losing shot of his seed deep inside her. She wouldn't be left out however; leaning back as she gripped one of the large males' knees behind her in her hand for support, her other hand alighted between her thighs at her jewel in a series of quick and skilled touches. Marcella closed her eyes and began bouncing just a little at first, finding that perfect angle to put the crocodile's cock to good use, almost enjoying the feeling of his ridges popping in and out of herself, it felt almost like taking a series of knots in and out of herself. Once she had him buzzing that spot inside her on every stroke, with her fingers strumming her clit, she would soon find her own much needed release.

Reece heard both Luwala and his mates' cries of pleasure, his lips curled into a cruel grin at the sounds, they'd won and now he could stop holding back. With a savage growl he hefted Panda up and over, down onto her knees before him. His teeth sunk into the crook of her neck in a firm mating bite, forcing a whinny from the surprised mare in the process. His fingers between her thighs strumming her clit while his other roughly worked her breasts, pinching, tweaking and rolling her sensitive flesh between his strong fingers. Panda snorted and gave a panicked cry at first, briefly fearing for her life, at least until she realized what the canine was doing. He'd pressed her down on her knees and forced her hips to tilt just right so he would be hammering down into her, every stroke a skilled hammers strike against the anvil which was her own G-spot. In all her years working for the crocodile, no one had bothered to learn her body as intimately has this painted dog had in the few minutes of meeting her. Panda snorted and nickered, feeling the mounting pressure of pleasure building deep within her, about to explode with the force of Pompei. There was nothing she could do to stop it either, her body refused to obey her mind as that cliff rapidly approached and she was thrown clear over the edge into the abyss of bright white pleasure, the world around her ceasing to exist as she passed out from sheer overload. By the time Panda could see straight again, she was lying face down on the tiled floor in a small puddle of her own drool. She felt something hot spattering over her behind and back, too tired to move, she could only see part of the handsome canine finishing himself over her and marking her with his seed in victory. For once she was more than happy to receive such a mark, he had earned the right by a good measure.

Reece grinned at his mate as she lay cuddled with the grinning silver Lynx while Luwala stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to regain his wits; his softening cock laying limp and defeated across his thigh. "Looks like we win, I look forward to doing business with you. I trust you are satisfied with the bargain my mate has offered and will honor it?" He just had to throw that last bit in there as he knew all too well how so many discounted Marcella as nothing but a pretty trinket to be used and discarded. Reece knew she was infinitely so much more; she was exceptionally dangerous in her own right and Luwala had learned of but only one such way, luckily for him, it was at least a pleasurable lesson.

"After a ride like that, you could ask me for my own hide and I'd give it to you...you're a lucky man" Luwala barely managed to lift his head from the bed to grin at Reece. He reached over to where Marcella was sitting beside him, his hand reaching down and behind to give her behind a firm appreciative slap.

"I'll let you keep your hide, this time. But I wouldn't say no to a token of appreciation however" Marcella growled playfully, leaning up to give the big croc a nip to the underside of his chin, her hand reaching down to fondle his flaccid length suggestively.

"If I had it in me, I'd gladly go a dozen more rounds with you, but I am not entirely sure you didn't just try steal my soul through my cock this last time. I swear to the Gods, I briefly saw the fields of Elysium for a moment there. Name another price, she-devil" Luwala laughed and reached up to stroke his fingers through her hair, brushing it back behind one of her ears to reveal her gorgeous green and golden eyes.

"I want her" Marcella grinned, pointing at the short chubby silver lynx whom sat staring at Luwala with a smirk. "I have a thing for short, cute and stacked felines."

<Why do I feel that I would be safer with the crocodile?>

"Pourquoi ai-je le sentiment que je serais plus en sécurité avec le crocodile?" Fullcervix muttered to no one in particular as she stared wide eyed at Marcella.

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As Reece and Marcella made their way toward their own lodgings in Baia for the evening, they grinned at one another before looking at their hard-won prizes. Reece had a signed contract from Luwala in his hand, while Marcella held the end of a thick metal chain which connected to the thick leather collar about a short, chubby silver lynx neck.

"I was worried I might actually lose that one, it was close" Reece admitted, once they'd made their way into their private quarters and closed the heavy wooden door on the world beyond finally. The pair of painted dogs embraced and shared an intimate kiss before Marcella leaned back to grin up at him.

"You know me, I never make a gamble I might lose. Speaking of which, I need to have a bath..." She teased, guiding one of Reece's hands to her breast suggestively before turning and nodding for the blushing lynx to follow.

"You didn't..." The tall handsome canine laughed as he realized what Marcella had done. "The kiss...and then you presented your nipple to him soon after, you naughty girl!" He laughed at just how devious his mate truly was, she'd used "Aphrodite's Kiss" on Luwala. A two-part poison of sorts, one part applied to her painted lips while the other was applied to her nipple. Separately they were harmless and undetectable, but when combined, they'd turn even the strongest of wills into a whimpering and submissive puppy. Reece had suspected some sort of trickery on his mate's part, especially when Luwala had so easily given up the silver lynx he'd had big plans for previously. As he watched the two beautiful women climb into the steaming tub, he could only imagine the adventures they'd be having in Baia now their work was wrapped up and it was not time to relax. "Make room for me!"