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The quivering mess of the African Wild Dog was a delightful scene to watch. Enraptured eyes drank in Delaeni's struggles against her own body, administered by his own sinister serum. The estrus serum was working wonderfully! She was basically quivering for his touch, though her shivering muscles were trembling with a yearning instead of fear for him. She tried to stammer out a response to his question, but her lack of a cohesive answer was all the response he needed. Azrael was very pleased with the results of the serum so far! Now to see how far he could push her to the brink before she acted out of desperate wanton need... How much pushing would her inhibitions take to break her?

His words coaxed the quivering Wild Dog closer to him, and Delaeni was such a good girl and obeyed without hesitation. She didn't say anything and looked almost ashamed of her Judaic body as she made her way over to him, crumpling at his side without looking at him. Her embarrassment made for the subjugation to be all the more pleasurable to the depraved brute. Lifting a large paw, Azrael stroked over Laney's head, running his digits across her short, plush fur. "Good girl," he purred down to her, leaning in closer until their sides were pressing together, the softness of her coat and her body warmth intermingling with his own. Such a rare, exotic beauty she was... Azrael briefly wondered if he'd be able to plant pups within her slim belly. How delicious it would be to fully defile her and force her to enjoy each and every moment of it!

Cierzo was equally as pliant to his commands as Laney was, stammering out her responses to his questions. Through each one, her pulse remained steady and true; she was not lying. Her eyes were glassy, pupils hazed over with a fog of confusion as his drug did its intended effect, blurring her mind just enough to prevent her from speaking anything but the truth. Her confession that she trusted no one brought an amused chuckle from the Saxe brute. Good. There was no one here she should trust. At least she wasn't a stupid Sidi. He wondered how Delaeni would feel to hear her sister in bondage admit her distrust to her? The devious brute glanced down at the soft little Wild Dog at his side. Poor little Laney... With Cie's greatest fear admitted, Azrael dropped her paw with an almost clinical nod, as if this was all nothing more than a science experiment to him. Which it was, but it was also oh so much fun! And they were only just getting started!

Drawing in a deep inhale of Cie's heat scent, Azrael was practically salivating with need as her pheromones flooded his brain. Oh, he would enjoy both these Sidi for sure. But there was still some work to be done. Rising to his paws, Azrael returned to his satchel and pulled out another syringe, bringing it back over to inject straight into Cierzo's neck without hesitation. Jewel weed, ayahuasca, jimsom weed, and salvia extracts—all potent hallucinogenics. With her more impressionable state, Az wanted to see how much he could mold her mind and turn it to what he wanted her to see and do. "Look out over the lake, Cierzo. Think of your home," he instructed her, watching her eyes for any reactions of her pupils—dilation, contraction, hazing or bleariness. He wanted her relaxed and at ease for this next part. Turning his attention back to Delaeni, he gently rubbed his side against hers, demanding her attention. "My dear Delaeni, you must be burning up by now... Why don't you do something to help alleviate that heat?" Azrael's purring words were punctuated with a sly grin and a spreading of his thighs where he sat, giving Laney unfettered access and a front row view to his assets, prominent male anatomy proudly on display. Would she be ready to break now, or would she need more coaxing...?

"Azrael Saxe"