Volume 3 Chapter 149 Azrael’s Dog Slave II ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Huh, the hallway…?”
Sarah’s voice trembled faintly as she finally sat up, having regained control over her body after a long silence. Her breathing was steady now, though her cheeks still glowed faintly with heat.
Kian offered a small nod and replied casually, “You wouldn’t say no, would you?”
She gave a slight shake of her head. “I don’t mind. But… is it okay to just go out to the hallway?”
”Huh?”
”B-because I set up a barrier just outside that area. No one can come in.”
”Right. So, we’re safe.”
”But that would be boring.”
Sarah turned her gaze toward the temple’s entrance, her expression unreadable.
”The guards tonight… they’re all Wolfmen women. If there were any men, I’d have hesitated. But tonight, I thought maybe… we could go further. To the entrance.”
”Huh?”
She looked down at herself and gave a small shiver, tugging lightly at the edge of her current outfit—tight leather undergarments that could barely be called clothing.
”Don’t worry. I’ll throw on a dress over this. And I’ll clean myself up before we head out. From a distance, no one will notice. But up close… it might be obvious what I’m doing. That’s why I want you to lead me.”
Kian stared at her in silence, a complicated expression crossing his face.
He nearly said the words aloud—that she was acting like a complete pervert—but swallowed them before they escaped. There had always been something curious, even suspicious, about Sarah’s tastes. And tonight, those suspicions were confirmed.
Her desires often leaned into strange territory—she embraced things most people would fear or avoid. That same fearlessness had perhaps helped her rise to the rank of Azrael’s strongest warrior monk. But it also meant that no average person could keep up with her.
*(This isn’t for normal people…)*
A chill ran down Kian’s spine.
Right now, the two of them stood on a fragile boundary. One side held the last shred of normal human dignity. The other was… something else entirely.
By all logic, they should turn back.
But with Sarah, crossing that line felt all too easy.
”…Hey, Kian. You’ll stay with me… all the way to the end, right?”
Her black eyes shimmered with a hint of uncertainty. She gently touched the red cord connected to her collar.
The other end remained in Kian’s hand.
”Honestly, Sarah… you’re one strange girl.”
”…♡”
”Fine. I’ll go with you.”
”…woof.”
Kian picked up the soft towel and the white dress she had discarded earlier.
”There’s no turning back after this.”
At his words, Sarah gave a small nod, her cheeks flushed red against her dark skin.
* * *
Kian spoke without emotion, his voice cold as steel.
”Only someone like me could handle someone like you.”
He wiped her body down thoroughly, his touch clinical, ensuring no traces remained. Then he dressed her, sliding the one-piece white dress up her legs and over her form, hiding the risqué outfit beneath. He chose to leave the dog ears she wore, figuring it would be more trouble to search for them if lost in the corridors.
In the darkness of night, Sarah looked almost normal. A plain white dress, a brown collar at her neck. The lighting was dim enough that even the keen-eyed Wolfmen couldn’t see through the thin cloth.
But if this had been daylight—and she sat just the wrong way—anyone could tell she wore only a narrow strip beneath the dress.
Now fully clothed, Sarah lowered her head and waited quietly at Kian’s side. Instead of crawling, which would take too long, she decided to walk on two feet.
If Rean—who always lacked tact—came back from a late-night hunt and saw her, she could quickly teleport into the barrier. But the risk remained.
If she was seen—collared, leashed, dressed like this—her dignity would crumble.
Yet that seemed to be what she wanted most.
”If there are any men nearby, we stop immediately,” Kian said, dipping an odd-shaped tool into a bucket filled with cleaning slime.
”I won’t let any other guy see you. You’re mine. Got it?”
”…Woof.”
”Good girl.”
Sarah’s eyes lost their focus. Her breath caught faintly. She seemed almost overwhelmed by anticipation.
Concerned she might get cold, Kian draped a blanket over her shoulders and slipped thick socks onto her feet.
As he touched her, she trembled slightly.
”All right. Let’s go.”
”……”
”Sarah? If you don’t want to—”
”────”
She shook her head quickly and moved ahead of him without waiting for a prompt.
Kian followed close behind, his steps slow, careful.
Her silhouette under the moonlight had never looked more delicate—or more suggestive.
He walked up beside her and gently patted her over the skirt.
Sarah shuddered, her body tensing.
She wrapped the blanket tightly around herself and leaned closer to him, as if seeking warmth.
Kian didn’t push her away. Instead, he received her gently and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pressing close enough to share body heat.
Sarah’s breathing was heavy. The faint scent of honey soap lingered on her, mixed with something subtly personal.
They passed the beetle golems stationed near the corridor, silent sentinels of the night.
Beyond them lay an empty courtyard and an unused well.
Sarah took a deep breath.
As Kian stepped across the edge of the barrier, she followed him without hesitation.
”…Actually,” Kian murmured, “I found this special item the other day. Recognition-inhibiting gear. It looks like a normal string outfit to us—but to everyone else, it appears as regular armor. Maybe next time, I’ll have you wear it for a walk around Ramsey.”
”N-no way…”
But her voice lacked resistance. She nuzzled her head against him, eyes distant, as though she’d already accepted the idea.
Eventually, they reached the stone steps leading into the main courtyard. Two female Wolfmen warriors stood guard.
Kian stepped away, letting Sarah walk a little ahead.
Covered in a blanket, she looked no different from someone who had just woken from a nap. But the scent she carried—a scent only a Wolfman could detect—was unmistakably different.
Kian held the leash discreetly, the red string still tied to her hidden collar.
The grin on his face could be seen as calm… or something more disturbing.
”Ah, Ms. Sarah. Lord Kian. Good evening.”
One of the guards greeted them politely.
Kian answered with an easy smile, standing beside the quiet Sarah.
”Good evening. Thank you for your hard work.”
”Out for a walk tonight?”
”Yes. Sarah? Want to say hello?”
”…Good evening, sir.”
”…Good evening…”
At that moment, the girl glanced at the red string in Kian’s hand.
His pale blue eyes traced its path to where it disappeared beneath the blanket covering Sarah. When she realized what it meant, her fair cheeks flushed crimson.
”Huh…? S-Sarah?”
”……”
”Sarah, are you okay?”
Kian gently placed his hand behind Sarah, a calm smile on his face.
Even through her skirt, the shape of her body was noticeable, and she slightly tensed from his touch.
”Eep…! N-no, it’s nothing…”
”Oh… so you two are… like that, huh?”
”Hm? Did you say something?”
”N-no, nothing at all. My apologies.”
The female warrior, clearly trained with manners by Yelmar, bowed her head politely and stepped back toward the bonfire with a faint blush.
”Oh, it’s Sarah. Good evening~”
Another female warrior approached from the far side of the courtyard. But as she drew closer and noticed the situation, her expression froze.
”…Good evening, Madalin,” Sarah greeted, her voice soft.
”G-good evening? Um… what’s going on here?”
”Good evening,” Kian replied, pulling Sarah close to him.
She leaned into him naturally, swaying gently with a slight smile.
”We were just taking a stroll. Sorry if we surprised you.”
”Oh… t-take your time, then~”
The Wolfmen’s daughter didn’t return to her seat. Instead, she quietly rushed to whisper something to the other female warrior.
”Hey, hey, what’s going on~?”
”Shh! Not so loud… It looked like she had a collar on.”
”R-really?”
”There was another girl before who tried something similar with Yelmar. She said it felt… incredible.”
”Wait, seriously?! Who!?”
”She wanted to stay anonymous. But apparently, it’s some sort of play — the girl acts like a pet, and it brings out all kinds of wild emotions. Makes your head go blank.”
”Huh… sounds kinda exciting. Maybe I’ll try asking Yelmar about it.”
Their voices grew more and more distant as Kian and Sarah passed through the stone archway into the ancient temple’s long corridor.
Kian whispered, “The Wolfmen’s… moral compass is completely shattered. With Sven and the other men away, Yelmar’s having a field day.”
”────”
”Sarah?”
She didn’t respond.
Her cheeks were bright red, and her eyes distant, dazed — as if caught between embarrassment and something else. Her lips were slightly parted.
Looking down, clear drops quietly fell on the cold stone floor. Wet spots stretched from the courtyard.
”You… leak?”
”N-no, no—”
”You sound like a dog trying to talk weird.”
”…Woof…”
Kian sighed. “Ugh, you’re hopeless. Come here, I’ll help you. Go stand behind that big pillar.”
He gently pulled Sarah into the shadow of a thick pillar at the corridor’s end. No one else was near, and the voices outside were gone.
Kian put down the bucket and crouched by her feet. The soft, fresh smell from Sarah brushed his nose. Taking a cloth, he slowly lifted her long skirt.
”Ah, K-Kian!”
”Dog?”
”Woof…”
Inside, everything was wet—like after a lot of rain. The base of her legs was damp with sticky stuff, spreading slow. Her underwear stuck to her skin, with faint marks.
He cleaned her before, but she got wet again.
She was like a puppy who couldn’t hold it.
Lifting her left leg, Kian put her knee on his shoulder. A small drop slipped out, hitting the stone floor with a soft sound.
”No, please…”
Sarah whispered weak, but Kian didn’t say anything. He caught the drop with his tongue, then lifted her skirt more to check.
When his tongue touched her skin, Sarah gave a soft cry and shivered. She felt more sensitive now.
Her mind was lost, all mixed up.
Kian moved the cloth aside and touched her softly.
”Hi…”
The smell was strong—deep and wild, different from before. He licked careful, feeling her muscles twitch and relax.
Sarah’s secret place pulsed like it thought his tongue was something else.
He slid fingers inside, tracing softly, while she let go of all shame and wrapped her body close.
”Mmm… ah…”
He focused slow, steady. Even though he stayed still, Sarah moved with him.
Her feeling grew fast, and soon she came again.
”Ahh…”
He kept close, making her feel full.
After, he wiped her clean with the cloth, but even soft touch made her move.
When she stood, her face peeked from under skirt.
Kian pressed her to wall and kissed firm.
”…h…”
She didn’t fight. She met his kiss hungry, tongue mixing like she waited long.
Soap smell mixed with her own scent—strange but addicting. They shared the kiss, hungry and wild.
”Wa, Woof…”
Breaking kiss for air, Sarah smiled shy—showing a side she only gave Kian.
She turned, hands on wall, and lifted her dress a little to show soft hips.
Kian’s hand traced smooth curve from thigh to hip, pressing desire.
”About what we said…”
”Woo, woo.”
”You want me to lead?”
”…Woof.”
”To be mine, all the way?”
”Woof.”
”To be my dog forever?”
Sarah paused, then put hands on hips and spread legs.
”Woo…”
”That’s not what I thought, since we need your friends.”
”Woo, woo, Woo, woo.”
Maybe she said sorry? Her eyes burned with fire and duty.
Quiet, Kian unbuttoned pants. Hard part showed, blue tattoo hidden.
”Woof… Woof…”
”Here we go.”
He pressed tip to her hip curve.
Because of her shape, he moved slow. He wanted her on all fours like a dog, but now wasn’t time.
”Mmm…”
Holding hips, he pushed in. Tip sank into warm place. Pause, then her muscles closed and took all in.
”…Mmm, fuu…”
”This feels good.”
”Woof…”
Sarah whimpered soft, voice melting.
”I’m moving.”
”Woof.”
He didn’t move fast. He pressed chest to back, holding her tight.
Her tongue stuck out like real dog, breathing heavy. He buried face in neck, pushing slow and deep.
”Ooh… mmm…”
”You’re my dog.”
Hands stroked stomach, cupped chest. She let go, soft sounds came out. Even his body felt wet.
Sarah moaned soft, spread legs more, lifting hips.
His moves went deep, pressing close. Her pretty face showed feeling.
Moving face from neck to cheek, they shared breath.
”Mmm, ah… more, please…”
Soft voice, needy, not like normal girl.
”Ohh…”
Reason gone as he moved wild.
Slam, slam, soft sounds echoed temple.
Sarah on tiptoes, close. Warm rush soaked him.
Holding close, he finished inside with force.
Body tight, moving in rhythm, searching him.
”You’re best dog.”
”Woof…”
”So cute, Sarah.”
She looked soft after, body limp in arms.
They fell on floor, lips soft, wet kiss.
”Kuhn.”
She rubbed cheek on him, calm and happy.
Cute—even if witch strong and wild.
Kian held head, kissed her as she licked chin soft.
* * *
”Come on, just let it happen. I’m here.”
Sarah nodded, silent.
Later, after the strange cleansing, Kian helped Sarah with a new step. She sat quietly on the cold floor, adjusting her skirt. She was almost 27, but still shy about this—about needing to let go in front of him, her master.
Kian wondered why she hesitated, but maybe this was a line she didn’t want to cross.
Her stomach made a soft noise. She looked down, eyes full of mixed feelings—shy and something more.
”I want to see you let go.”
”I’m still a little shy.”
”It’s just part of the process. Nothing bad, no smell.”
”Is this some weird thing you like?”
”No, not really. But I want to see you relax, like a loyal friend.”
”You’re such a trouble.”
Kian smiled. “Says you.”
Sarah’s eyes sparkled strange. She took a deep breath, grabbed a bucket nearby.
She gave him a last look, then placed the bucket carefully. With shaky hands, she adjusted her clothes and sat down.
A quiet effort followed.
Soft noises filled the room, mixed with wet sounds.
Tears ran down her cheeks. Losing pride like this, with someone she trusted—it was a strange mix of shame and relief, almost like a secret release.
”You did well.”
”I… can’t face marriage now.”
”What do you mean? You’ll be with me soon.”
”You better stay close, or else.”
”I won’t leave you. I’ll keep you safe, with the others. You’re the one who shouldn’t go.”
”Even if you’re a player?”
”I’m your childhood friend. I accept everything.”
”You’re the worst.”
Sarah took a cloth, cleaned up. Then she burned everything except the bucket.
”If it’s okay, put this in.”
He handed her a small plug with a tail. Sarah took it, shooting a look sideways.
”Put it in.”
”Okay.”
Kian lifted her skirt as she got on all fours. The spot was still soft, with a little leftover.
He coated the plug, then slowly placed it.
”It feels… different.”
”Well, there’s something there now.”
”The tail… I wonder if others feel this.”
Only Sarah had this unique thing.
”You can take it out anytime. It might feel weird.”
”I’ll take it out later.”
She pouted and put on dog ears.
”Come on, hurry!”
”Okay.”
Kian moved forward, gentle. He straddled her and moved slowly inside.
”Ah… mmm…”
”It feels strange inside.”
Probably the plug.
He breathed in her soft scent.
”This is tight… feels different.”
”Shhh… just move…”
”Yes, ma’am.”
Kian moved slow, steady.
Sarah’s breath quickened.
Encouraged, Kian went a bit faster.
Soft wet sounds filled the quiet hall.
Sarah made soft noises.
”I’m close.”
”It’s okay… come.”
After, Kian lifted her and sat her on his lap, holding her close. They kissed quietly, sharing soft feelings.
Curled up, Sarah blushed and whispered.
”This might be bad… I think I’m hooked.”
”To that?”
”No! To you.”
She kissed him gently.
(Her body is starting to depend on me. Took time, but she can’t run now.)
Kian smiled, enjoying her soft look as he thought of his plan.
* * *
The next morning, after finishing breakfast together in Sarah’s room, Kian told her, “I’m heading out to hunt some Bloodsucking Kind for training,” then left without looking back.
His goal was Linca’s cave.
With the Beastmen Alliance messengers causing some chaos, Kian thought it best to meet Linca early and handle her requests before things got worse.
As he hurried down the ancient temple’s long corridor, he suddenly sensed several presences near the entrance. Among them, he recognized the magical power of Umar and Demete.
He had no reason to avoid them, so he kept moving forward.
At the cliffside entrance overlooking the swamp and its vast blue sky, Kian spotted Umar sitting in a wheelchair, surrounded by several Wolfmen girls.
”──There, it’s fixed,” Umar said, holding a small tool against his knee. Then, he opened a golden music box and handed it to the lead girl.
The box began to play a gentle tune Kian didn’t recognize.
”Wow, thank you so much!” the girl said, her eyes shining.
”No problem. This must be a keepsake from your husband, right?” Umar asked, speaking in Western Common with a soft accent—probably from his time in Azrael.
The girl’s smile faltered for a moment, a hint of sadness crossing her face. But she quickly brightened and nodded.
”Yes. Sven gave it to me when we got married.”
”I see. Treasure it well. I don’t have anything like that,” Umar replied with a quiet smile.
”But… you’re married, aren’t you?” the girl asked.
Umar’s smile only deepened a little but he said nothing.
Just then, Demete, who had been standing behind, spotted Kian and whispered something in Umar’s ear. Without surprise, Umar turned his wheelchair toward Kian.
”I need to speak with Lord Kian. Sorry for the interruption.”
”Thanks for fixing the music box! Bye, Grandpa!” the girls waved cheerfully as they moved away.
Kian let them go, then slowly approached Umar.
Umar carefully wrapped the old tools in a beautifully patterned cloth from Azrael and placed them into a pouch attached to his wheelchair. A quick glance inside showed everything was neatly arranged.
”Come to me by noon. This is an order.”
Umar’s voice was calm but firm as he looked straight into Kian’s eyes.
Notes:
• Sven – The Wolfman warrior, appears to be a leader or prominent figure among the warriors. Assisting Kian to the Ancient Temple.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Demete – A male dark elf shaman and a servant in the Umar household.
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