The Wolf's Offer

	Land, a home, and stability. What more could any man hope for? Of course the offer seemed like a no-brainier when you took it, but now as you laid in your new bed with your wrists bound to the headboard you couldn't suppress the sinking feeling that maybe you are in over your head here. With little else to do at the moment you mulled the offer over in your head again. "Volunteer for slavery in the Canine Empire, and be resettled onto a newly constructed villa in service of a recently retired legionary as part of her severance bonus."
	The Canine Empire was the largest and most prosperous state on the continent, and that prestige was largely built on the back of its mighty legions. While monster armies generally far outclassed any human contemporary, the canine legions were on another level entirely. Were a typical monster army was little more than a mob of raiders who dissolved with the first large catch of men, the legions were a highly disciplined and professional force. Legionaries typically did not take husbands until their retirement when the state provided each retiree with land and a slave, either captured in battle or a volunteer. That is were you had come in.
	Your thoughts were disrupted when the bedroom door opened, and two young werewolf legionaries entered the room. You cast them the most pitiful grimace you can muster,
	"Is all this really necessary? You both know I was a volunteer in this program!" you plead, twisting at your restraints for emphasis. The dark-haired wolf standing in the doorway snickered, and the blonde shot you a look dripping with mock pity.
	"Sorry Anon we don't make the rules, this is the standard procedure." The dark wolf, still snickering, decided you should also know the source of her merriment.
	"And as I hear it, your new mistress personally requested to find you this way." Your stomach dropped.
	"Ah..." You were defiantly in over your head now. "Can I at least ask who my mistress IS now?" The blonde smiled.
	"Oh Anon, you'll love her! Her name is Cornelia, and she was in the Triarii! A real career soldier!" The dark-haired wolf snorted at her praise,
	"More like a career battleaxe..." as you struggled to digest the information provided to you, the blonde wolf turned around to say something to her outspoken compatriot. You're not given much time to think however, as the peppy she-wolf remembered why she came into the bedroom and spun back around to face you.
	"Anyway Anon, don't worry about it!" She beamed, "We spotted your mistress's carriage coming down the road, you'll get to meet her for yourself real soon!" Before you can say anything in turn, the blonde legionary stepped forward and produced a cloth gag, swiftly silencing any protest before you can voice it. The wolf stepped back and gave you one last smile, "So long Anon, you be good to Cornelia!" with a wave she turned, placed a note on the dresser and continued out the bedroom door, leaving you with the dark-haired soldier.
	"By the way anon, that little piece was also her personal request." With that, the legionary left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You were defiantly far far far in over your head. You had expected to be arranged with some young soldier still wet behind the ears after a few years in the legion, and now you found yourself trussed up like caught game awaiting a hardened legionary veteran to claim you. It wasn't long before you heard the rumbling of a carriage on the road outside, and you turned your attention to straining your ears to hear its arrival.
	The Carriage comes to a halt outside the villa. The first sign of your soon-to-be mistress is the clambering of someone dismounting the cart. Perhaps an overactive imagination was betraying you, but the newcomer SOUNDED large. A curt conversation ensued, its dialogue indiscernible to you. But the newcomer's voice SOUNDED rough and commanding. With a final bout of laughter, you hear the clamor of the two legionaries enter the carriage. Before long all you can hear is its rumbling as your guards are removed from the villa. You try to pick up any sound as the carriage's rumbling fades into the distance, but for a long time there is nothing.
     It is not until the sound of the carriage falls completely silent for some time that you hear your new mistress again. It's a long, deep breath, fallowed by an airy sigh. The front door opens, and is latched shut. With every sound you hear you feel your old life get farther away, and your new life with your mistress inch closer. You're heart was fluttering in your chest. If you felt over your head before, now you were at the bottom of the sea, staring down the leviathan. Finally small sounds lead up to the other side of the bedroom door. Now your heart felt like it was about to take flight, your head straining to look at the door. With little ceremony, the door swung open.
	When you saw Cornelia in the doorway, you were stunned. She was every bit of six feet tall, tanned skin and toned muscle covered only by a crimson tunic, pinned at the shoulder with a golden broche bearing the symbol of the Canine Empire. The flowing garment betrayed her hourglass figure. Around her neck a thick mane of grays and silvers, with streaks of brilliant amber. Her hair, bound in a loose pony tail, matched. The fur-clad forearms were similarly patterned, and although you couldn't see her legs from your position, you were positive they were the same. A large tail kept sill behind her, mimicking her restrained posture. Dangerous, golden eyes burned into you from a sharp face. Her mouth was slightly open, and you could hear her breathing heavily.
     Cornelia did not tarry long in the door frame. She stalked forward, eyes glued onto you, just as your eyes were glued to hers. She paused next to the dresser, plucking the note off it and unfurling it, eyes not leaving yours until the note was ready to be read. As she read, you had the opportunity to admire the long scares that crisscrossed her skin. She was even close enough to see the odd silver hair that did not conform to her natural pattern. It didn't take long for Cornelia to scan the note and find the information she was after. Her eyes flicked backed to your own and she shot you a predatory grin, exposing sharp white teeth.

	"Anon."

	Her clawed hand shot to the broche and she ripped it off, allowing the loose tunic to fall around her waist and exposing two large perky breasts and a set of hard abs. Like greased lightning, she pounced. Cornelia landed squarely on you hips, her substantial weight causing you to gasp into your gag. Noticing your shock, Cornelia smiled and began to grind herself atop your hardening member. You could feel through the fabric that she was already very wet, and her tail began to wag frantically as her stern composure melted atop you. Cornelia threw her head back and moaned loudly, then leaned over you and began to slowly tear you out of your rough tunic with her claws. Your mistress smiled down at you.
	"You really don't want to know how long I waited for this Anon," she cooed as the tear in your tunic traveled down your chest "years of cold lonely nights in the field knowing that some dog half my age is already warm in bed enjoying her husband." The tear was now at your stomach. Your eyes were still glued to hers, and your mind committed to awaiting her next move. Seeing that she had your undivided attention, Cornelia paused her tearing and smiled sweetly down at you. "I had soo long to dream of ways to take you. I had soo many plans for this moment." She resumed her ripping. "But now that you're here, I must confess that I'm drawing a blank." Cornelia had finally reached the last length of you tunic, and gripped your tattered garment with both hands in preparation of ripping it clean in half in one last effort to be rid of the troubling garment. She shot you a final hungry look.
	"I think I'll just act on instinct. You'll forgive me if I get carried away, right?" With that, your mistress tore the rest of your tunic clean in half, exposing your erect cock to the warm summer air. Cornelia wasted no time, scrambling atop it and pressing your tip against her own soaking entrance. All you could do was strain against your restraints and moan into the gag as the powerful wolf lowered herself down onto you. Cornelia howled loudly before suddenly falling forward, pressing her face into the crook of your neck. She pressed her lips against your shoulder and yowled into your flesh as her hips started moving, and when her howl was over she bit down hard, causing your to jerk and gasp. Cornelia moaned and whined into your shoulder through her teeth, but did not seem to have any intention of letting go. Her hips continued to pump up and down, but even in your current state you could tell this was going to be a short endeavor.
	For your part, Cornelia was impossibly tight. you felt like her body was wringing you dry, and you could not hold out against it for much longer. On her part, you could feel the shocks and clenches wracking her body and causing her to bark and whimper into your shoulder. Her once powerful and resumed thrusts were rapidly turning into a desperate and needy grind against your groin. Finally, a massive shock rushed through your lover's body, squeezing you tight as she clamped down hard onto your poor shoulder. You could hardly stand up to this attack, and felt your own climax rock your body, causing you to scream uselessly into your gag as you came into your whimpering lover.
	Cornelia stayed were she was for while, moth still glued to your skin. Finally she released her hold on you, and admired the job she had done on your shoulder. She leaned down to gently lick the bite mark she had given you, and once satisfied, she sat back up and flashed you a pleased smile.
	"Sorry Anon, I said you were going to have to excuse me if I lost myself..." She swiftly freed your arms from their restraints with a sharp claw and smirked, giving you a good view of her toothy grin "But it does look good on you, maybe I'll give you another one later." With that she finally removed your gag and and kissed you passionately before you had an chance to reply. Her tongue explored every inch of your mouth before she was done, and you could taste a faint metallic tang on it, no doubt the bite on your shoulder had drawn a bit of blood. Once her desire was sated, Cornelia withdrew from you mouth and look down at you, a dreamy smile plastered on her once stern face.
	"You are going to make me feel good like that every day, whenever I want. You got that Anon?" Her commanding tone had crept back into her voice, and you knew you had only one option to reply with.
	"yes mistress Cornelia." She beamed with happiness when you said her name, and here tail wagged excitedly.
	"I'm glade you understand you place," she lifted her weight off your hips, and turned around before dropping down on all fours, presenting you the perfect view of her shapely ass. Her tail was held clear, but still wagged excitedly over her back. "Now surely you didn't expect an old soldier like me to be done with just one round? On you feet Anon, a slave's place is not on his back." She blushed and shot you a wink, "Some of the time, at least..." You were definitely in over your head.