Patron Story Series - Tom's Harem Part 1 (Patreon)

Summer time at the Oceanview County Library was always oddly busy. It was an offshoot library that acted as the school library to the local high school as well as a public operated location. It had competition with the beach that was nearby but at all times of the days younger patrons would visit for the free internet, snacks, and of course an immensely powerful air conditioner that got them out of the summer heat. The student population was one of the reasons why Lyra always dressed so conservatively, skirt, pantyhose, a top that left plenty to the imagination… although she caved and wore heels that day. She wanted something cute to wear on a Friday evening.

‘Don’t you hot wearing all that?’ the younger clientele would often ask, usually when she was bringing out the lunchtime snacks of juice, cookies, and various fresh cut fruits. 

If only they knew the truth. In fact Lyra was constantly hot but not from the summer weather. The air conditioning made the room practically an ice box! Instead it was a gentleman she saw fairly often, one she was thinking about right now as she tried to calm herself and place the books back on the shelf. She needed some alone time after her co-worker began talking about a cute date she had. The glasses wearing lynx flustered by her master’s command that week. She wasn’t allowed to touch her pussy, at all. Simply the command that prevented her from doing so left her flustered, agitated, eager, desperate, and most of all irritable. 

She couldn’t wait to get off that evening and get to his house.. and finally get off! That tension that had been building inside her every second of the day, her pussy swollen, plump, bright crimson under her fur. She bit upon her lower lip and collected herself as she quickly checked her phone. 

It wasn’t even ten in the morning yet. She hadn’t even done the afternoon snacks! “Dammit..” She muttered under her breath as she saw a visual on one of the books that reminded her of him.. Of Tom.

Last week she had gotten to enjoy him and in fact she could have sworn she still tasted the flavor of his cock upon her tongue. Her lips had worked his knotted foxprick for hours on that Sunday Morning, her tongue never wavering as she rolled along the fluff of his furred sack, the taste of his pre-cum coating the roof of her mouth. How his massive palm would caress her and tell her how pleased he was with her attentive mouth. Maybe she enjoyed him a little too much when he had to run take care of an errand and it left their time together shortened… Maybe that’s why he had commanded that her pussy was off limits that week. 

She found herself breathing deeper, her thighs tightening and her pussy dampening her panties and even spilling down her thigh. “Fuck..” She whispered, it was just a few more hours but she could feel the temptation and desire building and almost overwhelming her. Her fingertips longed for the sensation of spreading her pussy lips, the touch of her clit against her fingers, she was practically gagging as she clutched onto the book as if it alone could keep her hands off from her own body. She wanted him, she needed him so badly, yet he hadn’t even done so much as text her on Sunday evening with the message.

‘Remember. No touching. Friday Night. My place. 5pm.’

She felt like an addict going through withdrawls! Each night she could only find the solace of sleep with her blanket cast aside and her nude body cuddled up against one of the shirts he had left at her apartment. The thick scent of his masculine form lingered upon the cloth and brought her what little comfort she could cling to before drifting off into something that could barely pass as sleep. It was growing increasingly difficult for her to couple her addiction with reality, her presentation as a normal woman in her early twenties fresh out of college and working as a librarian when in fact her true self was a cock slavering slut eager to be bathed in the musky spunk of a vulpine master drizzling his jizz over her muzzle as a morning treat. He always offered her the true desires, to give up herself permanently to him, to give up her self identity and become part of his harem, his property, and it seemed like every day she was getting a step closer to making that text message.. to signing the documents that would put her identity, her soul, her very being at his whims.

Was it really such a scary prospect? She thought to herself as she tried to gather her composure, the mere consideration of it, to be nude and bear wearing his collar and .. She swallowed hard. She’d seen it before on another girl and it was almost shocking and arousing at the same time. She was practically horrified when she witnessed it for the first time. Tom wasn’t merely a ‘master’ in a fetishy roleplay sense like she had imagined, like their playtime on the weekends was simply some release. Tom had brought Lyra into his office and sat her down across a polished desk made of solid oak, something an attorney like he could afford, and to her shock it wasn’t he who placed the documents before her.

It was another girl, it held what was an obvious mark upon her plump teal furred asscheeks and her naked body happily displayed. Her mouth silent except for whimpers she made every so often, her nude body holding the smallest of a garter belt around her waist and a cord that connected a device to the spot between her swollen juiced labia lips. Lyra’s sensitive ears could hear the buzzing sound so distinctly that it almost drowned out Tom’s words as he spoke. Lyra couldn’t remember the girl’s name, but she could remember the look of bliss that was almost like a drunken ecstasy as the girl drooled from the silver metal ring gag keeping her mouth open and her tongue hanging out, panting like an eternally horny bitch in heat while she served as his pet and assistant in his home office.

For lawyer speak the contract seemed easy enough to read and understand, only a few pages long and Tom went over specific bullet points, but it meant that Lyra would be giving up her rights as a free existing woman and his pet, his property. The exact term that was listed over and over again, was ‘breeding bitch’ even though she was a feline it was a legal term, she’d be part of his harem, his stable of whores and pets, to do with as he pleased. She bit down on her lower lip seeing the fine print that he may use her as he pleased.. but if it so pleased him guests of his choosing might enjoy her at his discretion. That made her body churn with a twisted sense of excitement, being used like a girl in one of those hole in the wall hentai manga, her body fucked and bred by strangers, various cocks deep in her throat, all for the enjoyment of her master.

‘Granted,’ Tom said with an air of warning, ‘Usually this happens when a pet displeases me and I’ve lost my taste for them.’ His words held an icy chill that made her back tingle. ‘I don’t get bored of pets who are loyal, who listen, who behave.’

She could still remember the feel of his fingertips underneath her chin and right then and there she would have signed.. but Tom refused. He wanted her to think it over and since then she had been considering it. Like a gnawing thought in the back of her mind, what if she could simply give herself to him to let loose of all these responsibilities, student loans, waking up for work in the morning, paying rent, to only be at his beck and call, to do as he pleased and forget her own desires as worshipping her master became the only idea she could fathom.

She didn’t realize how long she’d been standing there with her hand trembling from holding the book barely upon the shelf. She tried to gather herself and push the book in but it slipped from her grasp and she grew flustered with herself and her arousal. She knelt to pick up the item and breathed in to try and calm her faculties, and she could have sworn she tasted his scent upon her tongue.

“Fancy seeing you here.” A deep voice sent a racing chill along her spine as she stood, her head almost snapping back around. “Face the wall.” His voice was gentle and tender, but his words were backed stronger than steel and she obeyed. He had never visited her place of work before an unspoken rule she had assumed and that he had not agreed to. Immediately she wondered if he had followed her, if he knew the ins and outs of her very existence, she’d be right of course but he wasn’t a stalker. He simply cared for his pets, “I didn’t seek you out,” He whispered reassuringly as he teased at her librarian bun hairstyle. “I was called in they wanted someone for a career day to visit and answer questions about various jobs you could get after going to college, it turns out attorney is quite popular.” 

He was so casual in his words. Speaking with her as if he didn’t have the heat of his breath teasing along the shell of her ear, as if his hand wasn’t already touching along her body and carefully inspecting the curve of her hips. “Then I saw you.. does my little Fangs work at a library? You are quite the high school boy’s fantasy.” He teased as she blushed brightly, his fingertips having worked their way underneath her skirt and touching at the supple cotton panties that covered her mound. “Not even lingere..” He whispered again kissing at her ear. “Such a good girl. I’m impressed.” His hand slid between her panties and found her pussy, it was plump and practically leaking constantly as he cupped it. He could tell how long she’d gone without any pleasure in those folds and his hand would have been a welcome touch that brought a girlish moan to the fore of her lips. He could feel how swollen her labia was, how her body quivered to his touch. “And you followed my orders. Very good girl.” He murmured and leaned in to kiss just underneath her ear.

“Ye..yes Master..” She gulped down her throat almost melting at the touch of his broad digits that rolled along her pussy slit and his hand gently peeling from her cuntmound. “Hnnhh..”

“Not here.” He said sternly this time. “I’m Mister Fortin, attorney.” He was crystal clear about this a rule he had instituted if she were to ever see him in public, he would be Mister Fortin. “Remember that pet.” His other hand peeled up her skirt revealing those juicy ass cheeks his eyes staring at the furred spot between her body that lay above her cuntslit. “Consider this a reward for being such a good girl.” His voice punctuated by the jingling sound of a belt buckle undone and a zipper peeled downwards. The cock she would gleefully spend hours with her lips upon now presented against her asscheeks.

“Nhh.. Hahh..” She breathed out, partially aching for his knot inside her warm and desperately craving pussy but at this point she’d settle for anything! Her heart beat rapidly against her chest as he slowly inched the tip of his cock between her pucker, stretching her walls around his pre-cum lubricated cockmeat that smeared down his length as he pushed himself inside her tight entrance. Her mouth gaped open as she let out a sharp mewl of pleasure. 

The tightness of her asshole was a delicacy that he savored for special moments, like the way she deprived pleasure to her pussy so too did he only partake in her hole as a self depravation of pure pleasure which only made the moments he enjoyed it even more carnal. He was careful in the way he penetrated her, digging his cock in deep and plumbing her depths until it met the base of his swelling knot. Then he’d pull back, fully removing his cock from her slightly gaping hole and making sure to bend his dick slightly so it sprung free and made a delectable popping sound every time it was freed from the tightness of her slutty pucker. 

He seethed with pleasure and this time when he dipped in he refused to pull all the way out, slowly gyrating himself into a rhythm in her velvety smooth asshole. His balls tapping against her asscheeks as he held himself against her body, bucking his hips with slow yet powerful thrusts that caused her to jolt every time he hilted inside, threatening her asshole with his knot that kissed at her ring. “Hfff… hahhh.. Mis..Misterr..” her jaw dropped and her eyes shut tightly, her glasses sliding back against her face when she tipped her head up. “MisterrFortinnnn..” Her voice cracked and he shoved himself against her body pinning her to the bookcase. 

A palm cupped at her mouth from behind the size of his body noticeable by the way he could wrap his hand around her muzzle and shush the Lynx by gripping her in his palm. “Shhhh..” He whispered hotly against her ear while still maintaining his pace, sweat dripping down his handsome body and staining at the flowery palm tree shirt that adorned his frame. “It’s a library pet, people are studying..” The same hand that had cupped her pussy was now teasing at her mouth, “I’ll even be nice and help..” A sneer came upon his lips and his fingertips dipped between her mouth rubbing at the side of her face from inside and teasing at her cheeks letting her saliva soak into his fingertips as he slowly mirrored his thrusting by dipping his digits in and out of her maw, fingerfucking her face like he would tease at her pussy! 

Even though her moans were muffled it wasn’t the shrill mewling of a lynxgirl getting her dose of pleasure that brought attention towards them. His frame and the strength of his thrusts as he bucked into her body was causing the bookcase to nudge slightly every time she was railed into it. On the other side the books were slowly being jostled from position until one finally tipped over to the side, but Tom didn’t stop his hips pumping into her body as his knot began to swell. Lyra was too intoxicated with pleasure to care either, every time his cock rammed inside her body was filled with vibrations, his dick pumping into her form and nudging against her vaginal walls from the other side. The shifting and vibrations that were so near to her quim was a welcome oasis to the eternal thirst to her deprived pussy. “Hhahhl.. hlhmlhl, houuhhh..” Lyra moaned and wriggled her tongue against his fingertips, tasting her own pussy juices upon his digits and letting her body crumple to the pleasure she felt.

The throes of pleasure were overwhelming and when Lyra glanced to the side and saw the blushing gaze of judgment upon her Lyra could only whimper apologetically. It was one of the new hires, Kalini, with books in her arms gasping at the scene. “L.. Lyra?” The girl was still in college, barely more than a freshman and having joined as a summer intern, a red panda girl with beautiful blonde locks and bright blue eyes that reminded Lyra of the perfect beach skies outside. So naïve, so cute, with dreams of being a teacher one day she was in stunned silence at the scene before her and Lyra who was her mentor, being fucked like a wanton slut before her very eyes.

Those blue eyes that had their innocence shattered stared as the canine pink cockmeat continuously slid back and forth, covered in a glossy sheen of pre-cum, fitting so easily inside Lyra’s now puffy pink asshole, and pulling out with a lewd squelching pop that made her ears twitch every time she heard it. She wanted to scream but her voice only came out in a shocked gasp as Lyra moaned into her master’s palm, drool spilling down his fingertips as the feline quivered in orgasm. Her pussy squelching juices as Tom’s cock pinned deep into her body, pounding over and over again. “Wh.. What are you doing?”

The master’s silence meant she could speak and Lyra’s body wound in the pleasure of orgasmic bliss tangled her words as equally as her tongue between Tom’s furred fingertips. “Ih’mswohreee.. issthhtooguuuhhddd!” Lyra’s eyes crossed upwards, rolling into the back of her head as Tom gave one final thrust and his swollen knot slammed inside! Her voice was caught in her throat when suddenly she felt the girth of his cockbase swell around her puckered ring that stretched around his girth, his knot disappeared inside of her body and cum began to flood inside.

The vulpine male gave a sharp series of grunts, pulling at his hips and riding the intense pleasure of orgasm that came from the pressure around his knot by penetrating her asshole over and over again with it, popping it in and out while milking his cock with her asshole and letting his thick ropes of cum mingle inside her depths. 

His cock finally pulled out for the last time and slapped against Lyra’s asscheeks, his cum still billowing hot forthy loads of pure vulpine semen that spilled along Lyra’s body as if laying claim to her form. His balls still plump and full while his dick lay almost harmless while spilling jizz down the side of her ass, the thick trickle of cum tainting down Lyra’s outer thigh as Kalini bore witness with little more than her fingertip to seized between her teeth to block the hot breaths of air from her lips. “..Thank.. Thank you Mister.. Mister Fortin..” Lyra crooned hotly still drunk on orgasmic bliss, but Tom was now staring at the girl who didn’t flee from the scene.

Whether it be curiosity, or stupidity, Kalini stood there with her cheeks blushing brightly. Tom knew the look in her eyes and felt a fanged smile slowly broach his maw as he gazed upon her form. She was cute, she would make a fine addition to his kennel of pets. “Come.” He said with a deep voice almost hypnotic in the way it caused Kalini’s ears to twitch. His hand reached out from the side with an open palm as a single fingertip crooked in her direction like he was reeling her in. 

Kalini swallowed hard, knowing she shouldn’t, that she should run to the administrator and inform him of what had happened. That the model employee of the OceanView Library, was nothing more than a deviant slut who fucked some stranger in public. She knew she should do this, it was the only right thing to do.

But instead she took a step forwards..