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A night in Paradise

The wolf walked with one paw resting idly on the hilt of his sabre. It wasn't a threatening motion, or even a defensive one; it was merely a custom for him. His boot heels clicked smartly on the stone road and the hilt of his sword clinked against the fine silver chain hung from his belt, his leather pants making everything else about him silent, and his thin cotton shirt lent him comfort in hot weather, while the black jacket he wore offered protection from the cold, which currently hung in the air. It was nearly night, and foggy, the streets obscured and seemingly deserted.

He was a prime target for mugging, seeing as he was a young, rich, seemingly vulnerable person walking alone down the street. But he was son of the Mayor, and no one would dare touch him, unless they wanted to die the slow, painful, torturous death of being placed on a rack and then stretched until their flesh parted and they were torn asunder.

The Canine smiled and closed his eyes, breathing deep, ears perking as he took in the atmosphere. It was strangely calm for a large city as it was, the fog lending the air a clean, misty smell that appealed to his senses. He murred softly as he enjoyed the play of soft zephyr's in his fur, holding his jacket open to welcome the breeze.

His ears perked again as he heard a sound, and he frowned, the moment ruined as he was distracted. He stalked towards the sound, unsure what it was but curious, wanting to investigate. He didn't know why, but he held his hilt still as he walked, and kept his boots from clicking against the stones, almost pressing himself against the wall, unwilling to sully his clothing and upset his suitor, he contented himself by holding his back mere inches from it as he crept to the next corner.

The next sight was not that unusual, he was sad to find. A girl, a furred one of indeterminable species, was pressed against the wall by what looked to be a canine of some sort, he though maybe it was a hyena, but the lighting was uncertain. The male was dark, and the female was a bright, pure white, her fur dirtied a little by her rough treatment as the male tried unsuccessfully to undo the buttons on her shirt and then, growling, took to just tearing them off, one by one, as if to prolong the act.

About to turn away, he paused, ears perking again. "No, no! Stop!" The female whispered breathlessly, sounding quite winded, probably from a blow to the solar plexus, a technique he himself had been taught, when he had mistakenly decided to take training in assassination arts.

He turned back; paw tightening on the hilt of his sabre, eyes narrowing. Having sex in an alleyway was something he could abide, but rape was something he would not.

"Unhand her, ruffian." He said in a commanding voice as he strode around the corner, his paw still resting calmly on the hilt of his sabre.

The male turned and looked him up and down, sizing him up. He snorted softly. "Run away home pretty boy, I wouldn't want to despoil your clothes." He said flippantly, turning back to the task at hand.

"Unhand her at once or taste my steel!" He said firmly, taking another step forwards, steel ringing against steel as the long, thin sabre was drawn, its sparkling finish and sharp edges gleaming in the fading light.

The other canine sighed softly and then gave two swift hits to the female's midsection, doubling her up, wheezing, against the wall. "Now don't go anywhere my pretty, I'll be right back." He said with an evil leer, breathing right in her face and growling softly at her, before turning back around to face the other canine, his own sword slowly emerging from its scabbard.

This sword was old and worn, and didn't even reflect light at all, just dull, colourless metal. But its edge was sharp, and only a fool would underestimate the skill of the canine wielding it.

The well-dressed wolf stepped forwards, and the opposing canine did the same, and then they began to slowly circle each other, looking for weaknesses.

"Your footing is unsure." The hyena murmured, smiling, revealing long rows of jagged, uneven teeth.

"And you hold your sword as if it were a polearm, and not a weapon of skill and finesse." The wolf replied, giving his own smile.

"Who needs finesse...when you have power?" The hyena asked, suddenly stepping forwards and unleashing a long, looping right-to-left strike at the wolf.

The wolf dodged backwards, sword lifting out of the way of the power stroke, before he stepped forwards and sliced at the hyena, aiming for the ear, to shame him.

But the Hyena suddenly reversed the direction of his blade, striking back quickly, much more suddenly than the wolf though possible, making him lunge backwards and to the side to avoid the blow.

"I see you have learnt well from the assassin's guild." The wolf murmured, frowning slightly. This would not be an easy fight.

"I only picked up a few things." The hyena said, smiling again as he lunged forwards and tried a long, hard thrust to the midsection.

The wolf spun to the side, quickly, a full right hand spin, his sword clanging against the other, on the side, deflecting it to the right in one smooth movement, and then the real fight began.

As an extension of the movement, the wolf stepped forwards, striking up towards the hyena's muzzle, sword swishing as it rushed towards the unprotected throat.

The hyena leant right backwards, letting the sword slide over his muzzle and spinning clockwise, his sword slicing around in a long, yet very quick arc at his midsection.

With a quick jump the wolf dodged the deadly blade by merely an inch, his fur ruffled as the blade passed close by.

The wolf leapt forwards, striking hard from high right to low left, but was blocked halfway through the strike. He let the momentum push his sword backwards but then quickly spun the sword through his fingers, switching it to a left, backhand stance and striking from low left to high right in the same fluid movement.

He was blocked again, easily, and then switched back to right hand stance, as he had to block a heavy blow to his legs. "So...how many people are watching us fight right now?" He asked, not even out of breath as he stabbed forwards in a thrust, and then spun the sword backwards and then forwards, the blade passing dangerously close to the Hyena's shoulder as he spun out of the way and struck high at the wolf's face.

The wolf blocked the blow and hit the oncoming sword as hard as he could, jarring his arm but forcing the blade away from himself, temporarily throwing his enemy of balance.

He lashed out with his foot, catching the Hyena in the midsection, knocking him tumbling backwards against a wooden crate.

Blades clanged as the Hyena blocked an overhead strike, barely, and spun back to his feet, the wolves sabre slicing deep into the wood and cleaving it cleanly.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" The hyena said as he came forwards, attacking again, an overhead strike this time.

The wolf blocked with an upward strike in the opposite direction, and then spun, into the space between the Hyena's arm and side, his elbow catching him perfectly in the ribs, making him draw back a second, wheezing.

"Well you can serve as an example then." The wolf said, and stepped forwards, not even lifting his sword, at complete mercy of the enemy blade.

The hyena took the opportunity, giving a harsh roar of a war cry as he stepped forwards as well, unleashing a brutal side-swing at neck height.

A slight sound of confusion escaped him as the wolf caught his arm and held it in place easily, the blade nearly touching his neck, his own sword held idly in his left paw. He stepped forwards, into the hyena's body, arm held out in front of him, still holding the sword immobile, the confused hyena not doing anything to stop him yet, thrown off balance by the sudden change in style.

The wolf dropped to one knee, yanking the hyena's arm back towards him, his own sword idly slid back into his sheath as he grabbed the wrist now with both hands, twisting to the side effortlessly, forcing the blade from his enemy's paws.

He dropped the blade to the hard stone cobbles, and it balanced for the merest of seconds on its flat hilt, point sticking up in the air. The wolf lifted a bit, lifting the hyena's paw, and then put all his weight into a forwards hip-toss, his back left leg pushing up against the hyena's shin to help the leverage.

The hyena yelped as he was thrown up and over the wolves shoulder, eyes wide as he came down, hard, on his own sword, the tip exploding from the centre of his chest in a bloodless display of death, his heart punctured, his final whine still dying in his throat as the wolf turned towards the female, brushing his jacket back into position, checking himself to make sure no dirt had wrecked his clothes. "Milady, are you hurt?"

The female whimpered softly and shrunk against the wall as he approached, still completely winded, the fight having only lasted seconds.

On closer inspection he could see that she was a rabbit, standing at five foot something, taller with the ears. "Do you require attention?" The wolf asked.

"No...no...I'll be okay..." She whispered, coughing softly and trying to limp away, almost collapsing after only two steps, dropping to one knee and holding her chest with a snow-white paw, groaning softly.

"You need help. Please forgive my forwardness." He said as he stepped forwards and picked her up in what could only be described as the "bridal carry", carrying her effortlessly.

She whimpered softly for a second, and then quietened down, her eyes closing as exhaustion set in, and she basically fell unconscious in his arms, half faint, half asleep.

The wolf looked around the alleyway, seeing the small pool of blood starting to seep from the hyena's corpse, knowing it would be gone before morning. There was someone out there watching, though they weren't attacking, or interfering. It was always that way, in the city, there were eyes everywhere. He sighed and headed for home, holding the unconscious bunny.

* * *

The rabbit awoke in a large, four poster bed, the covers drawn up to her armpits, and her entire body bare, her fur still mussed from her rough treatment. She stared around at the opulent setting, eyes wide, wondering just where she was, long ears swaying as she tried to take in all the room at once.

She was given barely a minute to get used to her new settings before a maid came bustling in, a Fennec, pushing a small cart with a silver platter and a silver kettle on top, steam pouring from the spout of the kettle, and a single cup sitting next to it, as well as a knife and fork.

"Oh you're awake." The maid said without delay, bustling over and pulling a tray from under the bed. "The master insisted that you eat and drink something before you go anywhere, and that was an order, now, you can try and disobey it, but I am bound to serve the master so long as I am under his pay, so it will be easier for you if you just shut up and eat." She said brusquely, setting the tray on the rabbits lap after forcing her to sit up and putting pillows at her back, and then setting down the platter, pulling off the lid to reveal a generous helping of some kind of seafood, and then setting down the tea cup and pouring out the tea into it, before bustling back out again without another word, leaving the rabbit to sit and stare at the door, and then at the food.

It was nearly half an hour later when the wolf came into the room, striding through the door as if he owned it, which, in fact, he did, and walking over to the bed, seating himself at the far end in relation to her. "How is your breakfast?" He asked, looking her over, making her blush slightly and pull the covers more firmly over herself.

"It's good..." She replied quietly, going back to picking at her food so she wouldn't have to lock eyes with the wolf, who was, to her, quite intimidating.

"Did you know your attacker?" He asked suddenly, head tilted to one side, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Well...not if two drinks and an attempted rape count as 'knowing'." She replied candidly, still staring at her food.

"He was of the assassin's guild, and all information points to him being from another country. The assassin's guild in this city is honourable, they wouldn't let their member's do anything of the sort that this one did. Any information you can remember about him, anyone he talked to, anything, could greatly help us evaluate what threat he might have posed." The wolf said, sitting on the bed more comfortably, adjusting how his sabre sat against his thigh, so it didn't dig into it.

"Honour among assassins? They kill people..." The rabbit said, staring up at him petulantly.

"They only kill those who are worthy of death. Unjust contracts simply are not signed by the authorities, and are therefore unsanctioned and punishable by death."

The rabbit's eyes went wide. "The authorities are aware of prices on people's heads?!" She asked with incredulity.

"No, do not mistake me, a price put on someone's head is a bounty, and may be collected either legally or illegally, depending on who has the price on their heads. But a contract killing is totally different. Say for instance that hyena back in that alleyway had actually raped you, and you went to the authorities, and they could do nothing as the charge can be neither proven nor unproven. You could speak to the captain of the guard in that area of the city, and you could convince him to let you take out a contract on that hyena, which would then be dispatched to the assassin's guild, and in a few days, you would be paying an assassin a predetermined amount for a job well done." The wolf replied, speaking matter-of-factly. "The main job of the assassin's guild in this city is to dispense justice where the law cannot go. While the city cannot risk a platoon of guards to seek out a single criminal in the underground, we can, and do, dispense contracts on these villains and await proof of their demise."

The rabbit nodded, gulping softly. "But what's to stop someone taking out a contract on someone unlawfully?"

"You mean either forging a contract or 'convincing' a captain to allow a contract to be made? Well, forging is out of the question. Only three guards carry the power to seal a death contract, and each contract has to be signed and sealed by the guard captain in question, and then returned to him for payment, and no assassin will ever undertake a contract without first checking that it is completely sanctioned, so that rules out forgery. But as for creating a reason to take out a contract without there being an actual reason...no system is perfect, but we like to think our way works better than the hangman's noose, instead of fallible citizens, we have three judges who preside over warrants, if the warrant is found to be unjustly sanctioned, then the hirer faces the same fate as those that are the target of the contract."

"So...what happens if someone takes a contract out on me unlawfully?" The rabbit asked, still wide-eyed.

"Well, you can either run, hide, hire protection, or learn how to use a blade. That or take your case to the court and hope it gets overturned before the contract is completed. But as a rule, the assassin's guild rarely fulfils contracts on females. But now we've talked too long, your breakfast grows cold." The wolf said kindly and stood. "I shall return in an hours time, and will answer any other questions then." He said firmly as he walked out.

The rabbit stared after him, mind reeling by her new insight into the justice system.

* * *

An hour later, right on cue, the door opened, and the wolf returned, sitting down in a chair by the door and glancing at her empty platter and nodding softly. "Good, most females forget their appetite after what you went through last night." He said.

"I don't know your name..." She said, looking over at him, pulling the blankets tight about her chest. "And where are my clothes? And...who undressed me?" She asked nervously, flushing slightly.

The wolf laughed softly and stood up, moving to stand by the head of the bed and extending a paw. "I'm Thiersen. And you are?"

"My names Paradise...and please don't make any jokes, I've heard them all...and you still haven't told me who undressed me...." She said, extending her own paw and shaking his gently, her other arm holding the blanket in place.

"I was all for it but the maid overruled me. Strange though, our agreement is that she only gets to overrule me once a week, and she usually uses it to get me to eat my vegetables." He said with a wolfish, playful smile, and she couldn't help but smile back weakly, her heart beating fast in her chest.

"And...um...where am I? And who are you?" She asked hesitantly, aware it was probably an insulting question.

Thiersen laughed softly. "You really don't get out much do you? I'm the mayor's son, you know, one of the most known people in the city?" He said with an arched eyebrow.

Paradise blushed deeply, and looked down at the blanket that covered her. "Sorry, my job doesn't really allow me much time for gossip..."

"And just what is your job?" He asked, tilting his head to the side curiously.

"Nothing important." She replied quickly, evasively.

Thiersen shrugged and let it go. "So how long before your employer starts looking for you?"

Paradise blushed. "Did you have something planned for me?" She asked shyly.

"Well I was thinking of showing you some basic self-defence, in case some idiot like that tries something again." He said, shrugging slightly.

"That would be nice." She murmured, eyes still downcast, blushing, heart throbbing in her throat. "But I'll need clothes first."

"You can wear some of my late mother's. She was a canine, though they should still fit you. I'll have some holes cut in the hood of the cloak so that your ear's will be comfortable."

"Th-thanks." She stammered, staring up at him as he pulled a long cloak from down besides the bed, and then unfolded it and laid it across the blankets for her. "It was there the whole time, you just had to look. Rule one of this household, you do not ask, you do not receive." He said to her half-sternly.

"I would have looked but I was afraid you'd come in while I was out of bed..." She muttered under her breath.

Thiersen turned back to her, having turned towards the door. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing." She said, a little too quickly.

The wolf laughed. "Well, I'll be waiting outside the door when you're ready."

Paradise nodded and waited patiently for the door to close before seizing the cloak and throwing it on, wishing she had something else to wear under it, but glad that she had some sort of covering at all. She walked to the door and nervously opened it, poking her nose out.

"Well don't be timid, follow me." Thiersen said firmly, walking off down the hallway without another word, not even looking to see if she was following. She hurried to catch up to him, both hands at her hips, carefully keeping the cloak in place as she walked.

"I feel exposed..." She mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.

He shrugged. "Unless you want to wear wolf undergarments, you'll just have to put up with it until we can find something in your size and species."

Paradise blushed and didn't say another word until Thiersen turned and entered a large, square room, bare except for soft mats all across the floor.

"What type of self-defence will I be learning?...and where's the teacher?" She asked nervously.

"I will be your teacher, and it will be a hands-on approach. You will learn by example and repetition." He said firmly. "Now, against the wall."

"W-why?" She stammered, blushing furiously.

He grabbed her and tossed her against the padded wall, and she almost bounced off but managed to cling to it, eyes wide as she stared at the approaching wolf. "We need to emulate the circumstances of your attempted rape, that is the only way you can possibly learn to defend yourself."

"B-but I don't want to!" She said, eyes still wide, trying to shrink against the wall.

"Do you think that line will work against a rapist?" He asked harshly, looking her up and down. "Now stand up straight, don't let them see your weakness!"

She blushed but did as she was told, standing up straight and tightening the cloak about herself.

"Now, the safe word is 'wolfmother'." He said, making sure she had understood, before pouncing forwards and grabbing her upper arms, forcing them apart and against the wall, above her, her hood falling back as she squeaked with surprise and fear, squirming slightly. "B-but aren't safe words only for bondage freaks?" She asked in a small voice, completely helpless.

"It is prudent to have a safe word when bodily harm could be possible, and if you should feel uncomfortable with the situation." He said, and then snarled, right in her face. "Struggle! Fight back!"

She squirmed harder, trying to throw him off, but failed miserably, he was just too strong, and he had her arms in a vice-grip. "I already feel uncomfortable..." She said in a small voice.

"Use your feet, any way you can." He said gently, holding her paws immobile. "Use any opening you can find. Don't hesitate."

"But I could hurt you...or make you angry..." She said with wide, scared eyes.

"And that's exactly why you need to learn self-defence. If you immobilise your opponent, then they can't fight back no matter how angry they are." He said, snarling at her again.

She gulped, and then gave him a swift kick to the crotch, making him lose his grip and double up, hacking and coughing, spluttering.

"I'm sorry!..." She said, distraught, moving to help him, but he was back upon her in an instant, snarling in her face again, long white teeth right inches from her, her arms once again pinned above her.

"Press your advantage! Don't let up until your opponent can't fight back!...now what do you do? You've made him angry and now he's too close for you to kick him, and he has you in a superior position...but first, to rape you, he has to get you immobile...so what do you do?"

"Um...struggle?" she asked in a small voice, squirming in his grasp, eyes wide as she realised just how helpless she was, her heart in her throat and pounding against her temples as every fibre of her body told her to submit and let him continue, not just not caring whether she got raped by the wolf, but wanting it.

"No, you wait for the opening." He said, and then pulled her wrists together, held them in both paws and rolled backwards, away from the wall, taking her with him, doing a full roll backwards until she was pinned on her back with he above her, still holding her wrists and he edged his knees between hers, forcing her legs apart, the cloak slipping aside and revealing the area of her body where white fur gave way to soft pink flesh, her little tail twitching. He didn't notice, he was staring straight at her.

Paradise gulped, feeling the wolf's heavy sheath pressed against her body as he held her down with his weight, leisurely looking her over. "Now you're pinned." He said, unaware of the effect he was having on the rabbit. She squirmed under him, but not from wanting him off, but from wanting him inside her, and she shivered, trying to buck him off, knowing that it was impossible given her social status, not to mention her choice of occupation.

"You can't break free, no matter how hard you try, you're not strong enough, and with your muscles stretched like this, you're helpless. You need to be able to take advantage of an opening before it gets to this point." He said, climbing off her and letting her close her legs.

"Back against the wall." He said with a soft sigh. "This time, try and get yourself clear any way you can, before you get pinned."

Paradise nodded, and got back against the wall, her eyes narrowed, determined to impress him this time.

He started to roll her backwards again, and her eyes went wide as she realised just how to stop him from pinning her completely.

As Thiersen dropped her on her back effortlessly, she lifted one knee, and as he came down atop her, his vision blurred by centrifugal force, he didn't notice her knee, and landed flat atop it, a concussive wave of pain spreading through his stomach as he flopped off her clumsily, holding his stomach and coughing.

Paradise wasted no time in straddling him, forcing his arms away from his stomach and above his head, holding him immobile, sitting on his belly and giving a giggle of triumph. "Did I do good?" She asked, smiling, proud of herself.

"You did very good, but you forget that you need to immobilise your opponent completely, enough for you to get away, or kill him, or knock him out. You have done neither." He said, staring up at her, and not even squirming.

"But I have you immobilised..." She said uncertainly.

"Do you?" He asked, tilting his head to one side.

"Yes." She said, more firmly this time. "I could do to you anything I wanted right now."

He tilted his head to one side and smiled. "I'll bet you staying here another night, that I could have you naked, underneath me, pinned, in less than five seconds."

She gulped softly, her heart thudding once more at this image, but then she smiled. "You're on." She said, confident he couldn't do anything. She tightened her grip on him and waited.

After only a second, she felt his feet suddenly around her neck, and her hands flew to her throat, trying to relieve the pressure suddenly put on them, and suddenly his boots were gone, and his paws were around her wrists. He did a backwards roll, so she was under him, his booted feet sliding between her sides and the cloak, coming down on the fabric, holding it in place as he gathered her arms and legs and performed a German suplex on her, the cloak staying where it was. With a neat back handspring, he was sitting atop her naked form, her arms once more immobile above her as he slid down her body to sit on her thighs, knees on either side of her hips, holding her helpless. He laid down atop her, holding her firmly in place as his muzzle came to rest just an inch from hers. "I got you." He murmured, smiling.

Paradise blushed heavily, squirming once more, very aware of how exposed she was, her eyes wide as she felt the wolf's sheath, covered by an infernal layer of clothing, pressing against her, making her flush even more hotly and squirm that much more, her heart trying to break free from her chest with it's rapid thumping.

"W-wolfmother!..." She stuttered, staring up at him, lost in his eyes, whimpering softly as she tried to break his grip but to no avail.

He sighed softly and released her, standing up and carefully not looking over her body, turning his back. "I'll let you robe yourself." He muttered, his own heart thundering in his chest, though he managed to disguise it well. "We'll try this again this afternoon, and tomorrow morning. After all, you owe me a night of your time."

Paradise gulped and flushed hotly, her cheeks and neck burning with embarrassment and, underneath it all, lust, as she pondered all the meanings those words could hold.

* * *

Paradise blinked a few times as she awoke, staring around the room uncomprehendingly until the rush of memories explained the opulent setting. She smiled softly to herself and then frowned slightly. She had no idea what to do while she waited for Thiersen.

Her dilemma wan solved in a minute as the maid came in pushing another tray of food for her. "I can handle it myself, don't do too much for me..." She murmured as the maid started to set up the tray and tea again.

The maid snorted. "I suppose a commoner would know how to eat by herself. Enjoy your food." She said as she stalked out. Obviously, she thought that serving a 'commoner' was beneath her.

Paradise sighed and picked at her food again, eyes downcast, sad. She would be leaving that afternoon, no matter what anyone said. She didn't belong here, in this bed, surrounded by all these fancy people, especially seeing as she wasn't so sure she could keep herself from doing something stupid around Thiersen. Every time they held contact for more than a second she could feel the rush of forbidden desire coursing throughout her form. It didn't help at all that it would be impossible for them to be anything than they were now. The mayor's sun with a commoner? No way. She couldn't even be his concubine or mistress, she was too lowborn.

These thoughts and many like it were still chasing themselves through her mind when the wolf arrived, finding her already fully dressed in the clothes that had been delivered for her the previous afternoon. "Morning..." She said, not quite cheerily, but managing to keep any sadness out of her voice.

"Morning." He replied, giving her a slight bow, the two wooden objects in his left paw knocking together and producing a wood-on-wood sound.

"Um...what are those for?" She asked, eyes wide as she stared at the twin wooden swords.

"Well, not all rapists just use their bare hands." He said calmly, holding out one of the wooden swords. "You're ready I take it?"

"Y-yes." She said, eyes still wide as she took the wooden sword. They may have been made of wood, but they could still hurt...a lot.

She followed him to the training room, but suddenly found herself disarmed as soon as she entered, her wooden sword sliding across the soft mats as she was pressed against the wall with shocking suddenness, the wooden sword held by Thiersen at her throat. She squirmed, but couldn't move, whimpering softly as she felt the buttons on her top start to be slowly undone, one-by-one.

Was this it? Did he actually intend to do it?

"You have until I undo the last button to find your way out, otherwise I'll start on your pants." He said calmly, and she squirmed a little harder with embarrassment and want.

"B-but your sword is against my throat!" She stammered as her third button popped loose.

Three buttons left.

"That's your problem."

She stared around wildly, eyes wide, trying to find a way out. Her gaze came to rest on the wrist holding the sword as the next button came loose.

Two buttons remaining.

She held the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she stood on tiptoes, feeling the wolf's paw moving slowly lower and wondering why she was trying to stop him as she grabbed his wrist and started trying to push it away from her neck.

Unbreakable resistance met her slight efforts, and she basically gave up, her hands resting on his wrist limply as she squirmed and writhed, eyes wide as she stared at the second-last button coming loose.

He now only needed to undo the last button to have her shirt open, and then it would only be a quick flick on either side to have it open completely. She flushed hotly.

"Try twisting it to the side, just lift your chin." He murmured, his paw now at her crotch and her untucked shirt, starting to slowly undo the last button.

She seized his wrist and twisted, and was surprised to find it give way, forcing the sword away from her throat. She exulted in her new power over the wolf, and twisted harder, making him yelp and twist forwards to keep pressure off his straining wrist. She calmly took the sword from his paw and rapped him on the back of the head with the flat of it, smiling triumphantly.

Thiersen smiled at her as he straightened up. "Well done, now we'll try again." He said, sliding under her outstretched arm and then taking her wrist, twisting and pushing against her, forcing her into a forwards somersault, landing her on her back and then calmly holding the sword against her throat as two of his claws began to walk from her throat downwards, headed towards the valley between her breasts.

She stiffened and squirmed, once more at his mercy.

"Only one button to go..." He said, grinning devilishly as his claws walked down between her breasts, making her flush and squirm harder, seizing his wrist once more to try and twist the sword out of the way.

"Won't work that way this time." He said calmly, a laugh in his tone as his claws continued their trek, sliding across her taught belly, making the stomach muscles convulse with each touch of the ebony claws against them.

She looked at his position, her eyes wide as she tried to find a way out, and then seized on her chance as she saw it.

Paradise lifted both of her legs, wrapping her thighs about his elbow as he feet slipped under his armpits, and then she scrunched herself up, still holding his wrist, and pushing with her feet with all her might, sending him flying on a short trip through the air to land on his back, his wooden sword clattering to a stop nearby as he stared at the ceiling, smiling slightly.

"You did well. You're learning rather faster than I expec-" His words were cut off as he suddenly founds the rabbits upside-down muzzle pressed against his own in a kiss, and his eyes went wide with surprise and he was left staring at her white throat as she soundly kissed him. He almost let himself relax and enjoy it, but his reflexes kicked in and he grabbed her armpits and tossed her forwards, holding her upper body firmly so that she was forced over him in a long somersault that landed with her rear pressed right to his lap. He quickly rolled and then was atop her back, breathing fast and heavy, eyes wide. "What was that for?" He asked with surprise, his voice slightly hoarse, but not really with any anger or dismay in his voice, though Paradise only heard disappointment and disgust in his tone.

"I understand...I'm too lowborn for you..." She murmured, eyes closed, face pressed hard against the soft mats by the wolf.

He was about to lean in close and tell her that it was all right, that he had just been surprised, when he felt her ankles suddenly fit neatly under his armpits.

Paradise rolled backwards, and the wolf was forced awkwardly onto his head and neck, legs flailing helplessly at the air and the rabbit sat on her knees, her feet holding him firmly in place by the armpits. She caught his ankles and held them over her shoulder, and looked back over her shoulder sadly. "I knew it would never work...but I had to try..." She murmured to him, before throwing herself forwards again, hands grasping his ankles firmly as she bent her legs, the forwards momentum of the movement sending him forwards, stumbling slightly from a yank to his ankles by each of the rabbit's hands. He didn't bring his arms up fast enough and slammed face-first into the wall.

The wall was padded, but not completely soft, and the wolf bounced off it, eyes fluttering closed as he hit the padded mat hard, unconscious.

When he awoke, she was gone.

* * *

2 days later

The strip club was in a very seedy part of town, frequented by drug dealers and assassins, thieves and all sorts of unwholesome sorts.

The wolf, dressed in fine silk clothes, with a gleaming sabre sheathed at his hip, and a pile of gold coins in his wallet, seemed distinctly out of place, but all the girls lapped up the attention, proffering their most seductive movements and displays for him, begging him to toss some gold their way so that they could disrobe completely for him.

He was compliant in this request, though he didn't really seem interested in all the different females that danced his way. Even the midnight vixen, their most valued, talented, and highest-paid stripper, couldn't seduce him to a back room, even at half the normal price it was for a normal stripper. He just kept up the flow of coins until the stripper had made more than a weeks wage and considered her day's work done, and then skipped off to a back room to get changed and go home early for the night. And then he moved onto the next one.

"Paradise, you're up." The bouncer said, holding open the velvet curtain and beckoning to her.

The rabbit squeaked with surprise and flushed slightly. She hadn't even the time to work up her nerve. "I'm not due on for another hour!"

"There's a customer out there thinks he's king Solomon, he's already gone through half the strippers as well as Niteshade and he's still as soft as a burst yolk. If you're good enough to seduce him to the back room we'll make it worth your while." He said.

Paradise gulped. She didn't do 'back room services', just dancing was bad enough for the shy rabbit to perform. And if he was still "soft" after seeing Niteshade, the midnight vixen, naked and bare before him, then he was either having serious doubts about being straight or was into some kind of hard fetishism that would put BDSM freaks to shame.

But a job was a job, so she steeled her nerves and walked out onto stage to scattered applause from the regular's, eyes searching the crowd for the man in question. He was seated at the bar, at the end of the long catwalk she was on, head and shoulder's turned as he ordered another 'soft' drink from the bartender. Chances were, the drinks he was receiving were quite a bit harder than he thought, considering he was rich, and rich, drunk men spent much more gold than rich, sober men.

Paradise took her place in the centre of the stage, and began to slowly dance, her face and neck flushed, accentuating her beauty as the leather mini skirt she wore barely hid the red g-string beneath.

The rich wolf turned back to the stage and stared up at her, head cocked to one side, a crooked smile on his muzzle as he tossed a gold coin onto the stage for her.

"Aren't you going to dance for me?" Thiersen asked of Paradise calmly, head cocked to one side.

Paradise gulped and slowly took a step backwards, and then another, and then turned and fled the stage, down into the back room and out the back door into the night, her heart in her throat as she panted and rested against a wall, reeling in horror as she realised that she had just blown any chance she ever had at capturing Thiersen's heart.

No man, no matter how low his standards, would take a stripper as a wife, and certainly not as a concubine or mistress. Even if she somehow managed to attain a title, a stripper and a noble like Thiersen having even the merest of affairs would be scandalous, headline news.

She sighed disconsolately and sat against the wall, fighting back tears. She knew it would never work, but she had still held out a tiny ray of hope, like light seeping into a dungeon through a crack in the wall. That crack was now fixed, and her spark of hope was lost.

Paradise yelped as she suddenly felt two pairs of strong paws drag her around the corner and press her against the wall, the darkness obscuring the features of her attacker.

She lifted her knee to jab him in the crotch with it, but he lifted his own knee, blocking the strike effortlessly. She tried to push him away, but her wrists were suddenly held in an iron grip and lifted above her head, leaving her defenceless. She steeled herself, as if she were about to step on stage, and waited for her opening, but none came, she was just held there, exposed and vulnerable, while her attacker just observed her, his lupine eyes bright in the muted moonlight that barely lit the alley.

"Th-Thiersen?" She asked, eyes wide, whimpering softly as she tried to squirm free of the iron grip on her.

There was no answer, and she gulped, but then...

"...What do you do when a wolf has you completely immobile and will do anything to have you? Even give up everything he has ever known on the off chance you'll reciprocate his affection? Will you stop him, or welcome him with open arms?"

Paradise gulped, and leant forwards tentatively, her muzzle brushing against his for a second before her lips found his in a deep kiss, until she broke it, leaning back against the wall, panting, her heart beating frantically. She was fully aware what the end effects of her words would be, no matter what her response.

She could say no, tell him to go back to his life. She could have stopped the controversy, stopped all the lies she would have to tell, stop the looks from following him down the street, the whispers. Could have stopped it all in advance, but she couldn't. Her selfish heart wanted him all to herself, screw the consequences.

Paradise gulped down her nervousness, and then kissed him again, nuzzling under his chin as she whispered, "I'd let him..."

* * *

Thiersen took her home, back to the Manor, the one he owned, deserted but for the pair of them, his boot heels clicking against the floor as he carried her to the top floor and the large four poster awaiting them.

Paradise gulped softly as she was laid gently on the bed and the wolf climbed in with her, pulling the blankets up over them as she flushed and snuggled against him, burying her head in his chest nervously, her pulse racing and her breathing fast and shallow. With her head where it was she could hear his rapid breathing and his heart beating out of time, skipping beats every now and again in his excitement as she slid a hand down his chest to rest on his stomach gently.

She lifted her chin so she could look up into his face, and the wolves muzzle met hers in a kiss, and their tongues met like two flames dancing in unison.

The wolf murred softly into the kiss, and pulled the rabbit closer, paws gently stroking her ears and short tail, which poked through the back of her leather mini. His claws slid across her taught belly, provoking the same convulsions he had felt last time, and he smiled down at her, nuzzling her cheek as he started to slowly undo the buttons on her shirt once more.

Paradise gulped once more but then gave a shaky exhalation and opened her arms to give him easier access, letting him slowly undo her buttons. She kissed his chin and neck as he took his time at his task, until he opened the shirt and laid her breasts bare, leaning in and giving each nipple a swift lick, making the rabbit shiver and moan softly.

Encouraged, he took one into his mouth and suckled at it gently, nipping at it, making her arch and shudder, her hands almost frantically undoing his belt and untucking his shirt hurriedly.

With a little help from her, he was naked, staring down at the two forms obscured under the blankets as his paws found her mini skirt and began to slowly lift it, black leather sliding against snow white fur as the paws slid under the skirt and began to slowly tease the panties down her thighs.

Paradise gave a soft moan as a finger found her sex and began to slowly slide up and down it, her moisture quickly slickening it as her sex became hot and swollen with lust, the bunny clutching herself to him, her legs forced closed by the panties around her thighs, unable to open her legs and herself to his probing finger.

Thiersen laughed softly at her lust, and kissed her deeply when she looked at him, bewildered by his amusement.

The bunny rolled atop him, frantically pulling her panties down, kicking them off hurriedly and grinding her exposed sex against the swelling sheath under her.

But the wolf grabbed her around the midsection, rolling her onto her back and settling himself between her legs, his sheath swelling as the tip of his wolfhood emerged, quickly at full mast, straight and hard. He gently pressed the tip against her, both of them groaning at the sensations the slight contact sent through them.

"You do know you're going to hell for this...?" She asked, panting softly with desire, looking up at him.

He looked down at her, tilting his head to one side. "Whatever for?"

"For taking a commoner into your bed..." She explained, looking down between his legs and wishing that the long length there was buried inside her.

"Behold all ye men and fair maidens, for this lowly soul hast traded thy existence for a mere pittance." He recited, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. "Recognize it?"

Paradise nodded, but failed to see what bearing it had on what was going on now.

"Verse seven, line 5 of the book of beginnings. But I think I shall say it my way...behold all ye men and fair maidens, for this lowly soul would trade an eternity in hell...for but a few moments of Paradise ..." He looked down at her meaningfully, and she was about to playfully berate him for his paradise pun, or smother him in kisses for his words, but he thrust suddenly, taking her virginity with a single, swift movement, surprising her so much she barely felt the pain, her back arching of it's own accord and her tail twitching as her depths strained against the intrusion.

The wolves muzzle buried in her neck, and his teeth lightly scraped against the sensitive flesh there, making her moan as he started a gentle thrusting tempo, his length burying itself deeper inside her than she thought possible.

Her legs started to flail weakly at the air with each gentle thrust, and she had to knowingly still them, wrapping them instead about his waist as his long hard cock spreading her open with ease, forcing pleasure upon her willing body as she wrapped her arms about him as well, a moan ready on her lips.

Thiersen wrapped his own arms about her, claws lightly scraping against the fur on her back as he reared up a little, starting to thrust more and more of his length back and forth, until he was pistoning his entire length within her rapidly moistening depths, filling her with cock and pleasure as the little bunny archer and spread her legs wide to receive the wolves pledge of love and lust.

Paradise started to moan softly and writhe, muscles tensing around the welcome invader as her eyes clenched shut, her white fur rippling as if in a breeze as she shivered with pleasure, feeling the hard length of her wolf stroking her inside and out all at once, and could imagine no better feeling.

The wolf arched his back, sealing himself inside her with a soft howl, though he had yet to finish, having no other way to vent his emotions on the subject as he started to hump faster and harder into his bunny, a snarl growing in his throat as his knot started to fill out and jab against her entrance against and again.

The bunny arched her back repeatedly as she felt the knot slamming against her like waves on a rocky beach, and a sudden rush of her liquids greeted it, lubricating it and the length of flesh buried deep inside her as her wolf pulled her as close as he could, the two lovers burying their heads in each others necks and letting out loud cries of delight as his knot slipped into her, tying them together as a few more convulsions from the bunny, and thrusts from the wolf, fulfilled their union.

Thiersen howled into his bunnies neck as he came, a rush of hot white cum spilling deep into her womb, flooding her depths as she arched her back to receive him, her depths milking and massaging the spurting length within her body, suckling his dry of every drop.

Paradise groaned softly as the wolves reassuring weight came to rest on her, warm and heavy, just like the feeling of his seed in her womb, and of his length buried still in her body. She wrapped her arms about him and hugged him close as whispered endearments were exchanged, and then gentle kisses traded.

The bunny was first to fall prey to sleep, her eyes slowly closing and her loving kisses on his neck and chin ceasing.

Thiersen followed her soon after, Paradise on his lips as he fell asleep.

* * *

The two awoke in each others arms, warm and happy, the rabbit smiling up at the wolf as she moved slightly to awaken him. His eyes slowly opening as he stared down at her.

"So it wasn't an impossible dream..." He murmured, smiling broadly.

She almost smiled in return and then gave a sad sigh. "It might still be impossible...your father won't think highly of you after you went and slept with a dancing girl..."

Thiersen smiled and kissed her gently. "Don't worry...I'll sort everything out. My father knows he could never truly control me. And if it becomes too much of a problem, I shall inform him that domestic grievances are sanctionable contracts if the captain of the guards signs it..."

"You would have your own father assassinated?!" She asked, eyes wide, staring up at him.

"I would do it myself if he tried to keep me from you." He said grimly, and then kissed her gently.

"B-but...he's your father..." She murmured, shocked by how attached he was to her already.

"Well, how about you marry me and then I have a legitimate reason." He said calmly.

Paradise looked up at him, and gave a soft squeak, unsure about whether or not he was being sarcastic.

"You're suppose to sob and throw yourself in my arms saying 'Yes! Yes! Anything you want!'" Thiersen said, arching a brow and looking at her expectantly.

Her muzzle met his in a kiss and she stared into his eyes, sitting astride his lap. "You're sure about this?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I'm quite sure. My mother told me that good things never last, and with you being the best thing that's ever happened to me, I guess I don't want to waste a single hour." He said firmly, staring up at her.

"Then yes." She said, kissing him again, her little tail waggling furiously with her jubilation. "But on one condition...you can only make a Paradise pun once a week, and no more!" She said sternly.

He nodded grimly, grimacing, and then smirked evilly. "I'd do anything at all to spend time in Paradise."

Paradise slapped his chest playfully, and he growled softly.

"What do you do when a wolf wants you so badly he can taste it, and you're naked, and he's got your clothes, and you've got a large manor completely deserted?"

She gulped softly, flushing, her white fur turning soft pink around her neck and cheeks as she stammered, "H-hide?"

"You've got ten seconds to hide!" He said, closing his eyes and starting to count loudly.

Paradise's eyes widened and she leapt from the bed, speeding out the door and finding the most comfortable couch in the manor and seating herself on it, shivering in anticipation as she heard the wolves footsteps nearing.

"I take it you'll want more than just a kiss for finding me?" She asked, smiling as she laid back for him, feeling exposed and vulnerable and loving every second as her wolf came closer and closer.

"A night in paradise sounds great." He said with a grin.

"A night it is then." She murmured as she pulled her wolf down atop her, throwing caution and his future to the wind, knowing that as long as they were together, they would both be in paradise.