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Comoran blanched, the leafy scales of the serperior’s sharp hood curling against the back of his neck. His coils cinched a little tighter as he said, “Very well. If Lady Aife thinks my considerable skills are best used for babying children, then so be it.”

His mistress and head of the Crystal Palace bathhouse barely glanced up from the desk she worked at. The gardevoir’s hand flourished across a sheet of parchment, filling it with her elegant script. She said, “They’re both certainly not children. They will try to provoke you.”

“Tssssk, I’ve yet to meet my match,” Comoran said as he dismissed himself, body slithering across the penthouse floor to the elevator down. Despite having a fairer contract than most in the Crystal Palace the serperior was still bound by Lady Aife’s whims, and tonight he would entertain two young vulpixes, tourists visiting the palace with the father, a minor lord called to court to be questioned like every other lord in this time of civil unrest.

The sisters, Ellora and Arolle, were a pair of fraternal vulpix twins. They waited in a tea room not far from his suite, being serviced by a sleek heliolisk maid, who when leaving nearly ran into Comoran as he opened the door to the room. Fortunately, the tray she walked into him with was empty, and the maid babbled, “I’m s-sorry.”

Comoran gave her a warm smile, a vine emerging from his hood and smoothing out the maid’s frills. “Never you mind, sweet. I’ll take care of these two from here.”

“My, how charming,” said the ice vulpix sitting with her sister at a nearby table. Ellora had the white and icy-blue coat while her sister Arolle had the fiery orange coat most common with their kind. Both girls wore dark violet veils over their muzzles, with gold jewelry hanging from their ears, cuffs on their tails banded in jewels. Their apparent wealth made it clear why Aife threw one of her best, most expensive courtesans at them for entertainment.

“Do you ply all the servants of this bathhouse with your trade? No wonder morale here is so high,” Arolle joked, and both vixens put a paw to their veiled muzzles as they tittered and laughed.

Comoran, professional courtesan, easily hid his contempt and kept the smile he made for the maid. He slithered in and bowed low to both vixens, who each offered a dainty paw which Comoran kissed in turn.

“You kissed Ellora first, does that mean you prefer her?” Arolle asked immediately.

“You will find I’m quite easy to share, my lady,” Comoran said with a smirk.

“And if I don’t want to share?”

Ellora batted her sister’s muzzle with a tail. “Quit bullying him just because he likes me more.”

“I do not believe that is what I said.”

“But you didn’t deny your preference,” Ellora said, acting smug.

“My preference is for the clients’ pleasure.”

“Oh, then ignore Ellora, that will give me great pleasure, hehe.”

“Sister! How does father consider me the brat?”

“I could perhaps split my time with you both if you prefer—”

“No.”

“We do everything together.”

“Everything.”

“We just like being brats.”

“Especially when it so clearly bothers you.”

The very end of Comoran’s tail twitched. “I’m sorry?”

“He doesn’t think we know, sister.”

“I think he just can’t drop his mask.”

“You can drop your mask, servant.”

“Say what you want to.”

“It won’t spoil our fun.”

“We like it when—”

“Arceus you two are more annoying than I could fathom!” Comoran snapped. “When Lady Aife warned how juvenile the pair of you were, I’d thought she meant your age, not this.” He leered down at the pair of vixens, daring them to come back with some snippy remark, but instead they just burst out yipping and laughing at him.

“He’s so mad!” Ellora howled.

“It took even less time than we thought!”

Comoran said, “So what is your game here? Because if it’s to humiliate people, I’ll bring someone up who has time you can waste.”

“No no no!” Ellora protested. “It has to be you. Stay.”

“I have a suggestion, actually.” Comoran leaned over to the teacups on the table and flicked his tongue at it, sampling what had been made for the vixens. He said, “This blend of tea is perfectly fine for normal guests, but wouldn’t you two prefer a tea service performed by me in my chambers? As a grass type, I take great pride and care in the teas I mix, each specially designed with the pokemon in mind.”

Arolle asked her sister, “Do you think he wants to poison us?” and laughed.

“I’d just fill this room with sleep powder and take the night off if that’s what I wanted.”

“And what do you want?” Ellora asked.

“To please my clients,” Comoran said with a smile they all knew was as insincere as his words.

Arolle said, “Oh, let’s go, sister. I find this room quite boring anyways.”

Comoran bowed and led them next door to his suite, which consisted of a front room with a tea table and a rose-quartz tub fit into a basin in the floor, large enough to comfortably fit the three of them. Beyond this was a door into the bedroom, the bed also a mattress fit into a basin in the floor with cushions and sheets, and splitting off to the left was a kitchenette and door to a small bathroom. Comoran told the vixens, “Make yourself comfortable while I prepare your drinks, dears.” He could not get away quickly enough.

He went to the kitchenette, keeping the bedroom door shut to try and drown at the twins incessant chattering, but it was all for naught. While he looted through his tea containers, he heard the vixens say, “It’s quite an impressive tub.”

“Maybe he’ll soak in it and that will be the tea.”

“Incredible! Courtesan bathwater—the townsfolk will surely line up for it.”

Gods Comoran could not quickly enough poison these two. A green tea for each as the base, one minty, the other tasting of roasted rice, and then a light, paralytic powder Comoran produced himself. Something that would make the pair less… animated. Oh yes, there was a great deal that could go into a cup of tea.

“The question is whether it should be served hot or chilled.”

“Chilled, obviously.”

“If I was a tea, my dears, I’d be an herbal blend meant for relaxation, best brewed hot and served warm,” Cormoran said as he brought out the tea. He poured them each a separate blend with the same effects, simply different flavors. Regardless of his aims, Cormoran always opted for excellence.

He watched, beaming as they both gingerly lifted their veils and lapped at the cups. Each vixen made pleased sounds as they sat up straight.

“Lovely, so minty and light.”

“Mmmm, mine’s smokey and warm.”

Cormoran smirked. “So you two don’t share everything.”

They glared at him. “I think you’re being entirely too charming,” Arolle said.

“Why didn’t you make yourself a cup?” Ellora asked.

“I simply saw to my guests’ needs first.”

“Then drink mine.”

Comoran tilted his head. “You two think I poisoned you?”

“We’re used to it.”

“Usually we have a taster.”

Comoran wrapped a vine around each cup and sipped from them both without fear or hesitation: poisons derived from his body couldn’t affect him. Feeling a little more confident knowing how the rest of the night would go, Comoran felt direct enough to ask, “So why are you two, without guards or protection, choosing to provoke a much bigger pokemon?”

“Cause we’re paying you to put up with us.”

“So I’m just supposed to entertain your barbs all night?” Comoran asked.

“Until we get bored,” Ellora said.

“Oh, what if we edge him all night?” Arolle suggested.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh diabolical sister.”

“He’d have to let us.”

“You two are so interested in seeing me squirm,” the serperior said as his tail swerved around to the bathtub and turned a spigot set into it. As hot water began to fill the deep basin in the floor, Comoran offered, “Perhaps a bath to soothe you both.”

“Oh, are you going to bathe us?”

“Molest us with those vines more like it.”

“You know we’re both still virgins.”

“And our father will know if you do anything about that.”

Comoran smiled and said, “I promise nothing happens here without consent first.”

“I should hope so!” Ellora said before lapping at her tea again. Arolle mirrored her, and the sound of them quenching their thirst provided a break in the unbearable conversation.

As they straightened up, they both wobbled. Ellora’s left ear flicked at the same time as Arolle’s right. Normally a stun spore worked soon as it was inhaled, but ingested like this, meant more time to take effect, but the paralysis could be much more potent. It hit Ellora first, who swayed and almost hit the table muzzle first, but Comoran wrapped his tail around her small chest and held her up. Arolle toppled right on top of her, whimpering. He turned off the spigot to the bath, then faced the girls.

“I forgot to mention the blend I gave you both is called ‘the Brat’s Reward.’” Vines emerged from under the serperior’s hood and wrapped around both young vixens, lifting them up and carrying them into the next room as he slithered onto the mattress, the royal purple of the sheets clashing with his green and yellow hide. Comoran set them both down in a bed of his scaly coils.

“You can’t…”

“…our father will kill you.”

“Tssssk, I think not.” With a single vine wrapped around them both, he kept the sisters back to back, tails a tangle of icy blue, white, and fiery orange. He wrapped one coil, then two around their fronts, cinching them tight together with his bigger, serpentine body. His tongue flicked out in the air and said, “I can taste your excitement, you know.”

“I’m not—”

“Who would be…”

“Oh, poor darlings, using all your strength on talking. It’s not impossible for you to move, and if you put up enough of a fight I’ll even stop.”

Both of them vainly squirmed in his coils, finely trimmed claws scraping harmlessly on his hide, but they did not resort to harnessing their natural elemental weapons to fight Comoran off. No smoke and fire pouring from a muzzle or icey-cold radiating out of a paw.

Comoran’s long neck circled the twins again, this time snaking under the coils holding the two together. Their dainty spades—Ellora’s a pale pink while Arolle’s was dark as coal—dripped and winked. Comoran kissed Ellora’s, lifting her up slightly in his coils to better rub his snout into her snatch. The ice-vulpix cried out and pleaded, “E-enough. Stop—ah-hah! Stop it.”

“We’re serious. Please, we’re so-sorry about being mean.”

Comoran’s tongue slid out and smushed Ellora’s puffy labia before he said, tongue wagging against her sex as he spoke, “If you’re really sorry, you’ll shut up and let me use you,” and after this the forked tongue plunged into Ellora’s snug spade. Her cunny clenched around the organ, which was slender and long, pumping in and out the smaller girl’s pussy. Comoran’s immense size, relative to the girls trapped in his coils, meant that tongue felt like a slippery tentacle fucking her pussy. It made Ellora’s hips buck and tremble against her sister, who Comoran did not ignore, two vines slipping from his hood. One flowered at its end, petals slick with nectar and textured almost like a feline tongue, pushed into her spade, spreading her lips but not plunging inside Arolle’s much hotter body, instead finding the girl’s clit and wrapping its petals around the nub. Arolle squealed and tried to pull her hips away; the sudden, intense stimulation to her clit sent near painful shocks through her core. A second vine plunged inside her, plugging away at her inner walls by spinning inside her.

Now both drugged vixens squirmed in Comoran’s coils as he continued tormenting them both expertly. His long tongue now plunged so deep it curled around against Ellora’s cervix and pushed back out, forked tip darting out and flicking at her clit every time his oral muscle pumped inside her.

“I don’t—fuck!”

“Si-sister I’m… oh gods sister—”

They came together. Their backs arched against one another, thrashing and bucking in his coils, utterly helpless as convulsions spilled through them. The vixens squealed, yipped, and yelped as, despite desperate clenching, could not slow down vine or tongue from drawing out their pleasure. The chilled taste of Ellora’s cum not cooling any of Comoran’s craving hunger. He ate her out while his muzzle became coated in the sweet, sharp rank smell of her cum. Matched by a smokier heat of Arolle’s stinking orgasm. Both sisters dripped cum across the coils beneath them, neither noticing they now hovered over two twin hemipenes spilled from Comoran’s slit. Both slimy, pink cocks smooth and tapered, flaring out to a sizable thickness at the base.

Comoran removed his tongue, the vines from Arolle, and gave a pleased hiss before lifting his head back over both girls. “Still going to tell me to stop?”

“Mnnng.”

“Hmmmph.”

He squeezed them in his coils hard to make them both gasp. “You were both so good at using your words earlier.”

“F-fuck… you,” Ellora managed to say with barred teeth.

“Let us go,” Arolle said.

“But what about my needs?”

“We… we’re virgins, though,” Ellora whimpered.

“Pssssh, I’ve tongued enough virgins to know what one feels like,” Comoran said. “You two can play innocent, spoiled brats, but… if you ask me…” Comoran’s snout came closer to the twins, his maw opened, and two slender fangs dropped from the roof of his mouth. “You’re just a pair of masochists begging to be put in their place.” He lunged forward, biting their shoulders, one fang for each girl. Comoran’s venom could be many things, depending how he used it. Nothing deadly for these brats, just something to heat their little bodies up even more.

Both vixens cried out and squirmed against the bite as he injected venom into their bloodstream. Trembling, they both gasped as Comoran retracted his fangs and pulled away.

“What d-did you—fuck…”

“I’m so hot, sis,” Ellora whined.

Their sharp, musky scents of arousal became more pungent, headier as the coils holding them up descended, and both girls found their spades against the bulbous bases of Comoran’s hard but flopped over cocks.

“My venom has an interesting effect when I don’t use enough of it—instead of slowing the body down, it heats it up. It can even make mons ovulate.”

“We c-cannot—

“You can’t—”

“Stop me. Bite me. Claw me. Do anything to break free.”

They both struggled some more in his coils, but they were limp protests, nothing more violent than a buck of the hips from Arolle, which simply slid her snatch along his shaft. Getting a sense of its size made her whine and shiver against her sister.

“That’s what I thought,” Comoran said as his coils lifted the girls up. Vines slid from his hood and wrapped around both shafts, each one throbbing and drooling as the scent of two needy vixens worked on Comoran’s body. Ellora and Arolle both tensed up when the fine tapers of those hemipenes brushed against their spades. Comoran said, “Last chance, if you want me to stop you just have to bite me.”

Panting behind the veils still on their muzzles, the twins both growled before Ellora said, “We are against committing violence.”

“Hah, sure you are.”

“I-it’s why we haven’t bit yet.”

“We swear.”

“So you want me to stop?”

They both looked up at him with big, pleading eyes and said, “Yes—ahn!” He interrupted them by yanking them down onto his twin cocks.

“I don’t believe you,” Comoran said as his hemipenes split open the pair of pussies, so close to one another their spread labias almost touched as more girth spread their little bodies much wider than they had been before. “I think you masochistic sluts want to be raped.”

“It’s too big!” Ellora complained as her little snatch strained to accept it.

“You’re killing us.”

“Then die,” Comoran said as they rocked up and down in his coils, his cocks thrusting deeper and deeper inside their pussies. The twins thrashed helplessly in face of the intense fullness in their sex and core. Those twin tapers stabbed their cervixes, and battered it on each hump. It should have hurt, they should have been torn and bleeding, but their pliant young bodies accepted everything and craved that feeling of fullness. The immense hemipene crammed deep inside them, spreading their muff like a canine’s knot each time their puffy spades kissed his slit. It embarrassed Ellora and Arolle both how hot they were, limbs still tingly and asleep, nerves sensitive and sharp from the venom. The crush of those scaly coils around their middles now felt like a lover’s full-body embrace. And as those twin spires of meat plundered their pussies, each pump knocked fresh tension and pressure in Ellora and Arolle’s cores.

Both—mewling, bucking, grinding—tilted their heads back into the other to moan as they came together on Comoran’s hemipenes. “Th-that’s it, bratsss…” Comoran hissed as they struggled in his coils, their cunts crushing his cocks. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“N-no,” Ellora breathed.

“Please, we’re sorry,” Arolle added as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Not sorry enough,” Comoran said as he continued using his coils to bounce the bound bitches on his shafts. Their snug, gripping velvet, their nectar gushing from their abused spades, dripping and drenching the scales around his slit, his coils, the little girl’s rumps. Sticky filaments of their pleasure stuck between scales and fur yo-yoed as they rode up and down his cocks.

“We’ll, ahn, pay you.”

“We have lots—ahh!”

“You have nothing I want, but this,” Comoran punctuated his words by slamming them down on his shafts. Both overstimulated vixens squealed as they came again, Comoran grinding his slit against their split spades.

“D-don’t cum inside.”

We-we can’t get—nmmph…” Arolle trailed off twitching and shuddering as she came again.

“Our dad will kill us,” Ellora said.

Comoran’s head dipped down until they were snout to muzzle, leering at the young, helpless girl. “Sounds like your problem, not mine.” And he pushed his bigger muzzle to Ellora’s. He kissed her, gentle, searching, his humping stilled, hilted deep in both girls. Ellora whimpered, but her soft triangular tongue met Comoran’s larger, slender tongue. It flicked inside her and down her throat, making the little one gag before she juddered and clenched, moaning around the tongue now sliding in and out her suckling throat as Ellora came. Arolle, panting, tilted her head back and whimpered.

Comoran laughed as he broke the kiss with Ellora. “Heh, needy kit.” He pushed Arolle into a kiss, the little vixen eagerly kissing Comoran back. He began gyrating his body again, going from mouth to mouth with the girls, utterly enchanted by his kissing. They no longer protested, but waited turns, panting, whimpering, butts wiggling on his cock as Ellora would wait, eagerly moaning into his bigger maw when he kissed her.

Seeing them get so eager to put something in their maws, Comoran slid two vines from his hood. The end of each one leaking a viscous amber fluid. Neither girl knew what to do when those drooling tentacles hovered near their muzzles, but each obediently listened when Comoran said, “Open.”

Dazed, eyes half-lidded, they did, only to gasp and gag as the vines darted into their throat. Deep enough that they wouldn’t be able to help but swallow the sweet honey-like substance as Comoran pumped it inside them. Ellora shuddered and tried to vainly wrench her head away, but by now Arolle obediently suckled on it, her sister giving in as well.

“I usually reserve this for special customers,” Comoran said as both vixens were forced to keep riding his cocks. Each one pent up and tense, those tapered ends jabbing into each girl’s cervix, seeking entrance to their egg chambers. “The sap from those vines creates a chemical dependency only I can remove. Once it’s digested, you’ll quickly become addicted to my pheromones, like an insect drawn to pollen. I’m going to use you two all night, and in the morning you’ll thank me by worshipping my endowment.” Comoran removed both tentacles and said, “Is that clear.”

“Yes…” Arolle mumbled.

“Yes Master,” Comoran hissed.

“Master… no…” Ellora fussed, head shaking back and forth. “This is wrong. Sn-snap out, ahn, of it, Arolle.”

“Arolle understands you’re being put in your place, don’t you, dear?”

Vacantly, tongue lolling from her moaning muzzle, Arolle nodded.

“You both serve me.”

“No… no no no…”

“Yes… M-master…”

Comoran said, “Still fighting, we’ll see how long that lasts once my sap takes effect. For now… I’m, hrrf, close.”

“Gods, out-outside please!”

“Breed me, Master!”

“Arolle!”

“Just give in… feel good together with me.”

Comoran knew how to break down Ellora further. He said, “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is bite my tongue,” and he pressed their jaws together again. Ellora shivered and came again as that tongue snaked in and out her maw, plundered her sap-sticky throat. Ellora simply quivered and moaned, both girls convulsing so sweetly on his shafts. His cock tips jabbed to their cervixes as he felt his release finally overcome him. His coils shivered and he groaned into Ellora’s tiny maw as he started dumping semen in both small vixens.

Comoran broke the kiss as thick ropes of semen squirted up both shafts and exploded in the girls. Ellora and Arolle both felt the weighty, slimy heat of his seed filling out their egg chambers. Ellora gasping silently while Arolle wagged her backside and pleaded, “Yes… fill me up Master, please…”

Comoran ignored her to hang his face eye to eye with Ellora’s, a lascivious smile on it. “It could have been so easy to bite my tongue, but no…” The great serpent began rocking the pair on his cocks again. “You want this to happen to you. Just admit it, slut, and I’ll reward you both.”

Arolle growled, "C-come on Ellora. Master is waiting.”

Her maw opened but all that came out was a short moan as those twin shafts plugged away at their pussies, still cumming, leaving a messy river of goey white cream on his coils. “I… I…” Ellora began to say, only to lean forward and lick Comoran’s snout. “K-kiss me again, Master. I want to feel good.”

“That’s right, you don’t care about anything but this now. Servicing me, like brats deserve.”

“I deserve this. I deserve to be—nnng—to be raped by you, Master,” Ellora said, tears streaming down her face as she said it.

Comoran’s hissing laughter only fueled both girl’s humiliation. Their bodies entirely slack, no more fighting back. They rode Comoran’s shafts like a life preserver riding waves. Neither vixen ever considered they were drowning by now, but that’s what they paid for: a high class courtesan giving them a night they would never forget.