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High profile clients were nothing new to Eugene.

The same clients were often the kind of women who didn't want to be seen in public without a good sense of cover and a bodyguard or two in tow. Thanks to that, Eugene was becoming more and more familiar with the lifestyles of the rich and famous, well beyond the fitting room that he was used to running at the boutique.

"More comfortable than any pair of panties I've ever worn," Sabrina commented. "Snug fit, and so delightfully warm...you really do know exactly what a girl needs to wear to feel her best!"

Eugene was spoiled for praise, having more than a few clients that would lob heaps of the same upon him for doing even the most basic tenants of his job.

Lying flat on a bed and letting a woman straddle his face was nowhere in his job description, but he'd taken to the act willingly to start with; the money was right, and Sabrina was such a gorgeous woman that even the timid lion couldn't pass up on such an opportunity.

He couldn't remember when something so right started to feel wrong, but that feeling came and passed as quickly as the prick of a needle--in the aftermath, there was only the soothing release of his earthly concerns, and the renewed focus on Sabrina's instructions.

"A real shame I can't outfit your tongue into every pair that I own, though..."

She was an Absol, and at that, one plenty familiar with the array of abilities that came with her birthright. She knew she didn't need to hypnotize Eugene to make him compliant with her demands, and his skill was such that she didn't want to change a thing about his approach...but there was something so thrilling about the idea of taking her seduction one step further.

Beyond seduction, there was complete and total control of an already dedicated man.

No matter how deep her pockets ran, Sabrina knew she couldn't put a price on something like that, but she'd be sure to leave a hefty tip for Eugene's services when he was properly cognizant, again.

"Don't be afraid to go a little deeper now, Eugene. I appreciate a man that knows better than to ignore my clit, but...y-you've done more than enough to warm the embers."

The instruction was just unclear enough that Eugene's hypnotized mind couldn't grab onto the order, but Sabrina wasn't afraid to be stern, when the situation called for it.

"Light...light the fucking flames already, Eugene!"

His tongue plunged deep, sneaking past her folds and sharing a soaking mess with the inside of her vaginal passage. Try as he might, he couldn't produce enough spittle to keep up with her plentiful, fluid arousal, but Sabrina couldn't be happier with his faithful efforts.

She was already looking forward to how easily his cock would press between the tight, welcoming gap of her folds, but she refused to get ahead of herself--it would have been silly to get off of the ride before it came to a complete stop, after all.

"_There..._that's the way, Eugene...you must have been _desperate_to have a deeper taste!" Sabrina cheered, feeling the wider flesh of his tongue pour deeper and deeper into the welcoming depths of her womanhood. "Come on, y-you...you can go further than that!"

The leash she'd picked out was merely an accessory, at first: Eugene would have been happy to wear it, even before he was placed under Sabrina's spell...but in the aftermath of that, he was so pliable that she instructed him to wrap the matching collar around his own neck and clasp it into place.

Faithfully enough, he'd followed her every order and awaited her approval each time, refusing to take anything for himself.

"Feels like you're gonna swallow me whole if I'm not careful," Sabrina noted, her voice hurried with the nearing of her first climax. "But you're still so gentle with those teeth...s-so fucking delicate with those fangs that I want you to go even deeper."

His tongue could only reach a little further before Sabrina's mound was almost completely enveloped by the opening of his muzzle, but the Absol couldn't smother her feline companion, no matter how she tried.

The hypnotic spell kept him breathing with impressive and calculated technique, allowing him to thrust his tongue in perfect mimicry of his own cock, all while the tips of his fangs dragged and teased against softer flesh of her mound...but he never closed his maw for a bite, tempting as it would have been if he was fully conscious.

Had she asked for that fate, she would have felt the greater pressure in the very next breath, but she wasn't ready to take full advantage of his skills just yet.

She wanted to absolutely soak the fluff upon either side of his muzzle before she lifted herself from the best seat in the house.

"Knew you s-still had a little extra tongue hiding in there," she claimed, feeling the very tip wiggle about inside of her, exemplifying his dedication to her every command. "Keep flicking it, j-just...just like that, Eugene!"

With just one paw needed to hold the lead of his leash, Sabrina could handle the rest of the needed work: her fingertips waited until the buzz in her clit demanded a touch.

As much as Eugene was beholden to her orders, Sabrina listened to whatever commands her own body gave, prompting her to rub a sudden, heavy circle around the hood of her clit with her fingertips, rather than the slow, delicate tease that she originally had in mind.

Such a violent climax would never have been possible without Eugene's help; Sabrina was going to have to leave him that much more of a tip for his diligent assistance.

" Yes! That...t-that's perfect, Eugene...that's absolutely perfect!" she cried out, her head tossing straight back in a shameless display of her ecstasy. "To think I ever would have doubted your expertise...f-fuck...I'll never go to another tailor for as long as I live!"

Captivating eyes of scarlet were hidden behind a wince as she rode out the last few seconds of that first orgasm, her palm clutching the lead of the leash with such a white-knuckle grip that the flesh beneath almost matched with the smooth, snowy coat of fur above.

It was an impassioned look to say the very least, and an image that was allowed to burn into the back of Eugene's thoughts, piercing through the hypnotic control that Sabrina held over him.

"Okay, okay...t-that's enough," she stammered through the final seconds of her first release, quivering atop her throne and looking down at her favorite subject with a new, half-lidded sense of appreciation. "I've no issue letting you go back for a second helping later on, but you and I both know that I didn't bring you here for dinner and a movie, Eugene. You're here to help me with a fitting."

The emphasis on the term was no mistake, and Eugene caught the hidden implications of the word in an instant.

Until his controlled body was given the order, he wouldn't be able to act on Sabrina's obvious desires, but she was content to sit upon his muzzle until she had her wits about her once more; quivering legs told that she was going to need another minute before she could get to the meat and bones of their private appointment.

There were worse places to be seated, of course, and every heavy, full breath from Eugene's emptied lungs gave Sabrina a new reason to shiver with delight.

"There's no shortage of outfits that I could try on for you, but for this appointment in particular, I think we'd both find it a little easier if I just went without," Sabrina explained. "I know how kind you are, and you love to tantalize a woman with your words as much as your body, but...you'll have your chance to tell me how dazzling I look in my lingerie when we're all done."

Reaching back from her seated posture and feeling the naked throb of his cock with a palm, Sabrina could only blink.

She knew that Eugene would still be able to respond to her antics as if he was beyond her control, but she hadn't guessed that his cock would be throbbing with such incredible vitality. The longer she held the shaft, the greater volume of precum she could feel soaking into her fur, until the excess was pouring down the inside of her wrist.

"...Of course, there's nothing sexier than a woman in her own skin," Sabrina altered course and released his member. Her palm spread in front of her lips as she gazed down at the lion, allowing him just enough of his own consciousness to understand what a treat she'd offered him: the sight of her tongue gliding between her digits and savoring his juices was greater than any monetary tip could ever hope to be.

"If you agree with that, in your heart of hearts...then surely, you won't mind me stripping down for this next part."

Confident legs finally pushed up, her knees rocking forth until Sabrina rolled over the front of the lion's muzzle, leaving a fresh trail of her juices along the bridge of his nose.

She wanted that enticing scent to linger on, keeping him every bit as pliable as tussled sheets on the bed.

"Come stand behind me, Eugene...and help me out of this nightie."

The lion sprung up impossibly quick, his eyes still distant and hollow enough to convey that his loyalty was entirely in her hands.

The motions that followed, however, were slower: not quite practiced, but pulled right from the pages of Sabrina's personal fantasies. Her form stood tall at the edge of the bed, even when palms came and cupped at her hips, threatening her with the possibility of a broken spell.

To be forced over without being stripped down wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world, as far as Sabrina was concerned--giving Eugene the freedom to fuck her when he was fully cognizant was the tip she'd been planning, after all--but in the heat of that moment, feeling his careful digits move up the front of her body, tugging at her silken gown the whole way...that was just what the Absol needed.

She was in control of his digits when they hesitated at her breasts, but so great was her hypnosis that she could let the subconscious mind of the lion take over whenever she so desired; there was no way for her to know that such an eager pair of palms would cup her breasts when they did, but she could already sense the overwhelming sexual frustration of the lion pouring over at that first touch.

Eager as she was to let him take over, a quick tug at his leash brought control right back to her, leaving her confident to lift her arms over her head. The silky nightgown was lifted away so gently that it scarcely made a noise when it became a puddle of scarlet upon the floor, and an opulent mattress hardly made a paf when Sabrina's hands landed upon the edge of the comforter.

"Such a proper gentleman...exactly the kind of man that I'd want fathering my children," Sabrina claimed, her voice filled with an unnatural confidence on the topic. "I don't suppose you thought this was a lingerie fitting, did you...?"

Her tail was naturally lifted out of the way, courtesy of her species, but reaching back through her own legs and pressing a pair of digits to her womanhood, Sabrina revealed the warm, soaking pink of her passage among a sea of snowy white.

"You already know all of my measurements; I'm not as familiar with yours ," Sabrina clarified. "I hope you don't mind me taking them this way...and if I find you're a good fit, well...perhaps you'll be able to fill one more than one role for me after all, Eugene."

Plenty of unusual requests were made of Eugene in his time as a tailor, but this was the first time that any woman had made mention of turning him into a father, willing or otherwise.

If he hadn't been so trapped under her spell, he would have been too flustered to reply. Instead, the hypnotic control allowed the lion to sneak past his usually timid nature and embrace the confidence that Sabrina had been stoking the entire time...

...And that confidence paid immediate dividends, as the lion stepped to the edge of the bed and locked his arms under the hips of the eager Absol.

"That's the way, Eugene...don't question where that instinct is coming from; I knew you had it in you," she spurred him on, keeping her petals spread for the soaking tip of his cock to kiss against. "Your talents are wasted as a tailor...show me what the breeder in you can do!"

Keeping one arm between her legs was a greater risk than Sabrina realized. Eugene was happy to make her pay for that mistake with just a single, proper buck of his hips; though his frame was slender, the musculature that pushed through his fur wasn't just a matter of clean diet and lucky genetics.

He was strong , pounding into Sabrina with such a weight that she couldn't keep from slapping her palm back down on the comforter, pushing out the excess air with a sudden, helpless grip.

Holy shit, Eugene!

Whether by the grip on the leash or the obedience that came at the behest of her hypnotic control, Sabrina knew that she could make Eugene do whatever she wanted him to, but there was a wild card factor that came along with hypnosis.

Talented as she was with her abilities, Sabrina could never be sure just how closely one would adhere to her commands. Eugene's loyal nature made him follow orders to the very word, but where Sabrina would have been happy with that, she was still reeling from the first, deep thrust when the second crashed down against her, forcing her claws to rake through expensive, silken sheets.

"You've...you've been hiding this kind of strength from me?" Sabrina asked. She tried her best to look back over her shoulder, hoping to cast a judgmental stare at the lion, but his gaze was still hollow--it was nothing short of haunting to see that empty stare peering back at her...as if he really had no clue how intense he'd become. "To hell with f-foreplay...I'm...I'm cutting right to the chase next time, Eugene!"

Sabrina booked more appointments with the lion than he ever would have remembered, but this one presented the Absol with a genuine struggle.

Temptation was running strong to let him regain his consciousness, if only to see how much of his antics were the result of her spell, and how much they were just his truest nature coming out, free of the burden of expectations.

She wouldn't risk the already growing bliss of her orgasm at the possibility of his slowing down, and in turn, she wouldn't let his hard work go without a proper reward.

Like I can help it, she realized. Feels like I'm gonna cum so hard I might pee myself...

Familiar enough with the concept of squirting that her thighs tightened up just at the idea of spraying the lucky feline, Sabrina tried her best to push back against Eugene, only to find that his leaning weight and driving hips refused to allow her up from the bed.

She'd demanded that he take on the role of a breeder, and that meant doing all the work and giving everything he had until there wasn't a single drop of his seed left to give.

"And you can s-still go even faster...I know I'm good at what I do, but a spell shouldn't have been able to do...a-all of this!" Sabrina panted, her voice barely able to make it through her thought between the raspy breaths. "O-oh fuck...if you don't slow down, I might lose control of the spell! Eugene!"

Her expertise was her own downfall, but this was a descent she was happy to take, helpless or otherwise.

Legs trembled behind her, supporting the mounting weight of the lion as he found his stride: his own legs pushed a little wider, and his cock drove as deep into the soaking depths of her passage as she could physically handle...

...And that was all just the first of a series of rapid, pounding thrusts, each one bearing down on Sabrina with such urgency that she couldn't tell which one finally pushed her over the edge.

The bedroom was so large that the echo of their bodies crashing upon one another overtook Sabrina's whimpering pleasures, forcing her to contend with the slick, messy sound of her juices being churned from within and the domineering pap of eager, swollen orbs slapping against her body, desperate to be drained.

Eugene would feel relief like he'd never known before as he finally crossed that line himself, but Sabrina's final tease was the decision to keep those requirements from his memory.

He'd have no idea just how brutally he mounted her body and slammed her into the bed, over and over again, exhausting himself in the pursuit of being a mate worthy to breed her.

"I've already lost it, haven't I?"

Sabrina's voice lacked conviction entirely, but words would have failed to tell the story that a long, slick streak of feminine ejaculate conveyed.

They would have come up short of describing the vice-like grip of her inner muscles as she tried to push Eugene away, only to completely trap his cock inside of her, forcing a full, satisfying pump of cum to pour into the deepest reaches of her womanhood.

"Worth it...t-totally worth it!" Sabrina found her gumption once more, panting her way through the second gush of her own juices. She'd completely soaked the very source of her delight, offering so much of that fluid blessing that Eugene could feel the excess dripping down the softer flesh of his sack...and turnaround became fair play as that flesh tensed. "Gracious, Eugene...goodness f-fucking gracious!"

That her posh nature would manage to creep into that final declaration of pleasure was a sign that Sabrina hadn't completely lost herself.

In the arms of such a capable lover, she'd come dangerously close...and the next time she made an appointment, there would be nothing posh about the way she repaid the lion for his generosity.

"It's leaking back out, Eugene...making such a terrible_mess," Sabrina teased. "I thought this was supposed to be a _fitting?"

The joke cracked a tiny smile at the corner of Eugene's supposedly thoughtless lips...