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The foxgirl was young, scarcely older than a kit, and it showed in more ways than one. Oddly enough, the first features Hemsut noticed were not those most others at the auction had been drawn to. But, then, he was a fox too. He would be the one to appreciate such things.

It had been her ears.

The tufts atop the fennec's still-rounded ears were black with adolescence. The same could not be said of her tail or cheek-fur--both those had already transitioned to the pearly white sheen of adulthood. In fact, the only other patch of black fur lay squarely at the center of the girl's chest, surrounded by an otherwise unbroken stretch of snow-white fur.

Unbroken, of course, except for her clothes. They'd delivered her from the auction hall naked, but Hemsut's steward Bastio knew him well enough to dress the girl beforehand.

Hemsut was many things but he wasn't a monster, after all.

The girl's dress was simple, made of plain, white cotton, and covered her modestly from knees to just below her pronounced collarbones. The latter stuck out a bit more pronouncedly than he'd expected and he stepped out from behind the thick, gossamer curtain sooner than planned.

The girl didn't see him immediately and continued to sit on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs anxiously.

"You must be hungry," Hemsut said.

His voice made the girl jump in surprise. She leapt to her feet, curtsying before hastily bowing her head. Her eyes stayed downcast, submissive.

"Are you?" he asked, halting several paces from her. "Hungry, I mean?"

The girl shook her head, practically trembling at being addressed directly.

"No, Your Grace," she murmured. "Your servants fed me when I got here."

Hemsut nodded, walking past her and seating himself on the bed. He drew his legs up a second later, folding them beneath him. The girl, on the other hand, continued to face the original direction. She fidgeted, obviously uncertain about--

"You're allowed to turn," Hemsut hinted gently.

She did so at once, whirling so quickly it made her dress flare. Flattening it, she bowed deeper in either apology or gratitude.

"Have a seat," Hemsut said, patting the blankets opposite him. He added quickly, "As a friend, if you can. I release you from all formality and rules."

Slowly, as though expecting some trick, she climbed onto the bed and seated herself in a mirrored fashion.

Hemsut smiled reassuringly.

"You obviously know my name," he said. "What's yours?"

The girl swallowed nervously. "My name is Katya, Your Grace."

"No," he said. "Not Your Grace. Call me Hem. Or Hemsut, if you must."

Katya ducked her head, still unwilling to look him in the eye. She pulled her tail into her lap, stroking the fur and toying with a simple, pink ribbon tied midway down its length.

"Sorry, Your--ah, Hemsut."

"Do you know why you're here, Katya?"

The girl's trembling worsened, her fingers now shaking outright as they combed through her tail fur faster than ever. She shook her head.

"Take a guess."

A tear leaked from the corner of Katya's eye and vanished into her fur. She gasped a sudden breath, seemingly on the verge of sobbing.

"To p-p-please you, Your Grace."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Katya began to cry openly. And, before he had time to consider the possibility of making things worse, Hemsut scooted forward and scooped the girl up into his arms.

It proved the right thing to do. As soon as Katya was in his arms, the fox buried her face against his shoulder and wept freely. Her slender arms fell across his shoulders, clinging desperately, heedless of the impropriety.

"No," Hemsut murmured, nuzzling the top of the girl's head with his nose. Her ears perked at the touch of his whiskers and he kissed each one delicately. "That's not why you're here. At least, not for many years yet."

As her tears subsided, Katya leaned back and sniffled, once. A downward glance revealed their proximity and she blushed beneath her fur but did not pull away.

"What do you mean?" she asked, suddenly suspicious. "The other girls--the slaves--they said..." her trembling returned.

"That men would hurt you?" Hemsut finished for her. "Use and abuse your body to satisfy their lust?"

Katya nodded.

Slowly, so as not to startle her, Hemsut bent down and kissed the girl's brow.

"Never," he said. "Such men are brutes, without a hint of decency or refinement. I promise you, Katya, you'll have no reason to fear such treatment from me."

Without warning, Katya launched herself at him. Her weight was insubstantial, nowhere near enough to knock him off balance, but there was no missing the overpowering gratitude behind her embrace. She clung to him for a moment before kissing his cheek and drawing back, blushing again.

"Thank you," she said, crawling free of his arms. Once seated--far more relaxed than before--she smiled curiously. "May I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"Why did you buy me, then? Why aren't you like the others?"

"That's two questions," Hemsut pointed out. He laughed at Katya's annoyed scowl before answering. "You know what men lust for, I assume?"

Katya nodded hesitantly. "Sex."

"Indeed. All men crave it. But, they're not the only ones. In fact, women's lust is easily twice as powerful."

Katya frowned. "That's impossible."

The certainty with which she said it made Hemsut smile, if a bit sadly. He lifted an eyebrow, ears erect. "Oh?"

"Men rape. They visit brothels. They cheat on their mates."

"Never been an unfaithful female?" Hemsut teased. He gave a conciliatory wave before she had a chance to protest further. "A man's lust is like a thunderstorm: brief, violent, and quick to return. A woman's lust, on the other hand, is like a volcano. It may take years to build, but when it erupts... it can level cities with its ferocity."

Katya nodded slowly. She was obviously still skeptical but there was a gleam of curiosity in her pale green eyes.

"What do you want from me?" she asked again. From the way she said it, she clearly suspected the answer.

Grinning, Hemsut held up a fist. He waited until their eyes met before flicking his fingers out in the universal gesture for an explosion.

"Boom."

***

It was the girl's muffled sobbing that woke him.

When Hemsut opened his eyes, it took only a split-second for them to adjust to the near total darkness--and only a shade longer to locate Katya. The kit had wrapped herself in blankets from ears to toes, hiding herself completely from sight. Now, the living bundle of sheets shook and heaved with quiet whimpers.

Hemsut reached out, laying a comforting hand on what he assumed to be her shoulder. The sobbing ceased at once. He was wrong, though, and realized his mistake as the blankets shifted and Katya's head emerged from the other side. She wiped the tears from her cheeks quickly, shamefaced.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace," she rasped, sniffling. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine," Hemsut said. He held open the blankets and gestured her closer.

Katya hesitated a moment before accepting the invitation. She crawled over, stretching out beside him and burying her face against his bare chest. Though her fur was still damp, he could feel the heat of her frail, adolescent body through the fabric of her nightgown. It almost felt as though she was feverish.

"Another nightmare?" he asked.

Katya nodded.

Hemsut sighed, hugging her tenderly against him. He ran his fingers through her rust-colored hair. Though still short, it was marvelously soft compared to the tangle, lice-ridden mess it had been in the auction hall's slave pens.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, as always.

This time, however, something was different. Katya stiffened and buried her face more insistently against the patch of thick, downy fur at his sternum.

"It's embarrassing," she mumbled. "It was just a dream."

"Exactly," Hemsut said. "A dream. That's why there's no reason to be embarrassed."

Katya fell quiet, the air filled with nothing but the sound of her breathing as she considered his words. All at once, she groaned in defeat and dug her rounded, childish claws harmlessly into his flesh.

"It's my brother," she said, finally. "He's a slave--in real life, not the dream. But he came here and said that his master was... he was... you know. Not like you. And my brother, he asked me if I would... if I would help... end it. He asked me to kill him."

After a few seconds of silence, the full measure of what she'd just confided struck her and Katya groaned again.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I know, it was just a stupid dream."

"Not at all," Hemsut said. "Who owns your brother?"

Katya told him. The moment the name left her lips, he was already leaning down to kiss the top her head.

"No more fretting, Kit," he said. The fingers stroking her hair slowed. "I'll go speak with Lord Ouroboros tomorrow. I may not have a place for your brother here, but I can ensure he will not be harmed. In any way."

Fast as lightning and without warning, Katya kissed him full on the mouth. Her lips were soft, small, and salty from tears but, as they met his, Hemsut couldn't recall the last time a kiss had brought him this much pleasure. He returned it gladly, cradling the nape of Katya's neck and the small of her back in his far larger paws.

Breaking the kiss at last, Katya whispered a breathless, "Thank you."

Before the moment could pass entirely, Hemsut leaned in and delivered a playful peck on the girl's lips. She giggled, wiping the last of the tears away before staring up at him. Though, perhaps beaming would have been more accurate.

"You're welcome," he said.

And then, before another word--or kiss--passed between them, Hemsut knew what the kit wanted. The first clue was her heartbeat, which raced fast and hard enough for him to feel it through her nightgown. The next was her hands, which trembled as they balled into adorable fists against his chest.

"Um, Master Hem?" Katya said, using the compromise name they'd agreed on weeks earlier. "Do you think we could, um, try a little more?"

"More?"

The girl rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. One small fist pounded ineffectively against his chest.

"You're so mean! You know what I mean!"

"Hmm... more kissing?"

As he spoke the last final word, Hemsut dove in headfirst like a vampire. He nibbled and nipped the skin of her neck, snarling playfully while his fingers tickled her sides, just below her arms. Yelping, Katya squirmed away and glared at him from all fours. Her tail lashed irritably from side to side.

"No!" she snapped. "More _sexy_stuff!"

Hemsut seated himself against the headboard, chuckling softly in the back of his throat. He gestured Katya closer and patted his lap to indicate where she should seat herself. For just an instant, she appeared petrified. Her face flushed scarlet beneath her fur. Then, she swallowed hard and crawled forward. Cautiously, delicately, she climbed atop his thighs. And, after another short delay, her arms rose to wrap around his broad shoulders.

"First, I have a question," he said.

Katya's eyes widened and she cocked her head, waiting.

"I want to make sure you're doing this for the right reasons. Because you want to feel good--and want me to make you feel good. Not because you feel you have to. Or as a way to say thank you."

Smiling shyly, Katya blushed again. Then she leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. Her arms tightened ever so slightly around him.

"That's not a question," she whispered, breaking out in a conspiratorial smile. "I guess... I guess I just want to see what all the fuss is about."

Hemsut mussed her hair affectionately. There was a pure, wholesome innocence about the kit that was so delightful he almost turned her down. But that wouldn't have been fair to her; Katya was an adolescent, not a child. And if she wanted to explore her blossoming sexuality, well, he trusted himself more than anyone else that came to mind.

"Very well," he said. "We can do a little. It might feel a little strange, but--"

Katya groaned, rolling her eyes. She was blushing furiously, but obviously doing her best to mask it. "I know, Master Hem. I'm not a kit!"

Under different circumstances, the rude interruption might have bothered him. As things stood, it only added a mischievous aspect to his grin.

"No, you're not," he agreed.

Gently, never taking his eyes off hers, Hemsut slipped a hand beneath the hem of Katya's nightgown. Thanks to the efforts of his household tailor, the garment no longer dragged on the floor when she walked, but it still hung past her knees. As a result, his fingers travelled through nearly a full leg's worth of her fur before reaching the base of her tail. Her backside was covered by a simple pair of cotton panties and he traced the edge of the elastic briefly before cupping her rear with his palm.

Katya did not react immediately. He could tell she was embarrassed, but aside from the continued blushing of her cheeks she gave no indication of it. Eventually, as Hemsut's fingers continued to gently squeeze and caress her rear, she hid her face against his chest with a quiet grumble.

"Everything okay?" he asked, resting his cheek against the top of her head. Even as he spoke, he continued stroking her backside.

"Yeah."

"Sure you don't want to stop?"

Katya shook her head, still stubbornly refusing to look him in the eye. Instead, she growled and the vibration of it spread throughout Hemsut's chest. All at once, the girl's balled fists seized her nightgown and yanked it up to the middle of her back, exposing the full length of her tail and the innocent-looking panties below.

Hemsut wanted to laugh; if it was an attempt at seduction, it was about as effective as a slap to the face. Nevertheless, there was something endearing in seeing the kit trying so hard to prove herself an adult. It was the sort of initiative that ought to be rewarded.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Katya didn't reply. Instead, she stiffened in Hemsut's lap as he reached up and began to massage her backside with both hands. Each half could very nearly fit in his hand, and he savored the fact as one of many small details. His inspection was slow and deliberate, testing the youthful tension and elasticity of her body as he gently parted her cheeks. Then, the smooth, virginal texture of her barely covered skin and fur as he trailed a finger down the underside of her tail, and beyond. And then, finally, the slight friction as his finger reached her tailhole and bore down, ever-so-softly through the fabric of her panties.

It was the last of these that finally made Katya squirm.

"That's my butt!" she protested weakly. The toes on both paws curled as she wriggled against him.

Hemsut laughed, nuzzling her cheek before pulling his finger away.

"Hmm. So it is," he said. "Not what you had in mind?"

"Nuh uh."

Easing a hand between them, Hemsut delicately cupped the crotch of Katya's panties in one paw. They weren't exactly damp, but he could feel the heat of her young body radiating through them. He sought the warmth out, pressing upward through the fabric with a single finger until he felt the lips of her pussy give way before him.

Katya moaned suddenly, sagging against him. Her face was hidden from him but the way she trembled there could be no mistake.

"What about this?" Hemsut asked. He eased his hand higher, feeling the faint nub of her virgin clit rub against his palm through her underwear. As his hand trailed higher still, he swirled his palm in a circular motion and smiled as Katya moaned again. "Is this what you had in mind?"

Unable or unwilling to reply properly, Katya nodded, whimpering urgently. Her hips began to move, grinding downward against Hemsut's hand. Then, she gasped loudly and the hem of her nightgown slipped from her fingers and hid her lower body from view. He continued to rub her anyway.

"Do you want to keep going?" he asked.

Katya nodded again, so emphatically she nearly head-butted him in the process. Hemsut chuckled, leaning in to kiss her brow which had broken out in a thin veneer of sweat.

"Take off your nightie," he instructed.

Katya scrambled to obey. Her hands trembled, slowing her down, but she soon managed to tug the thin gown up over her head. It vanished over the edge of the bed, utterly forgotten as the kit continued to grind herself against Hemsut's palm.

"It feels good," she whispered, eyes closed and hands lying flat against the soft, white fur of her belly.

Hemsut barely heard her. His attention had been captured by something else: the pair of round, perky nipples protruding from the fine, white hair covering the foxgirl's chest. Her breasts were petite, almost non-existent, but that only drew the eye more naturally to the twin buds atop each. They were already stiff, both her areolas and the nipples themselves a light, coral-pink.

Ducking his head, Hemsut nuzzled one gently with his nose. He tried to keep from getting distracted, but the hypnotic power of those tiny, rigid dots was too strong. Carefully, he closed his lip around one and suckled.

"M-master Hem!" Katya cried out suddenly.

In a split-second, the spell was broken. Hemsut recoiled, both hand and lips leaving the kit's body at the same time.

"What's wrong?" he said.

Katya didn't reply immediately. She hooked her arms around his neck, using him to remain upright while she panted against his chest.

"I can't... stand it..." she groaned. "Why does it feel so good?"

"You haven't even _begun_to feel good," Hemsut said.

Gently--at least, as gently as his enflamed desires would allow--he pitched forward until the petite foxgirl lay on her back. A hint of fear momentarily flashed in her eyes as she stared up at him. It vanished as quickly as it had come, however, as he descended, trailing kisses along the fur of her belly. Despite the warmth, its white, downy softness reminded him of freshly fallen snow, if more pleasant to nuzzle with his snout.

By the time Hemsut reached her mound, Katya was trembling. Not from fear though, if the damp spot on the front of her panties was anything to go by. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and made it difficult to think straight.

"Relax," he murmured, as much to himself as Katya. "You're going to enjoy this."

Grasping her thighs with his large paws, Hemsut eased the kit's legs apart and delivered a long, slow lick to her panty-covered snatch. The instant he did, a plethora of stimuli assaulted his senses and left his head spinning.

Katya's high, youthful voice moaned as he licked her, and the sound of so lusty a cry coming from one so young thrilled him in the most taboo of ways. As did the taste of her. Beneath the fuzzy, cotton-mouthed sensation of lapping through her underwear, a certain musky flavor lingered. The taste grew stronger as his tongue eased her firm, yet pliable petals apart and slid lewdly up the shallow groove of her adolescent pussy.

"M-master Hem!" Katya wailed. Her slender hips shook as they rose from the bed. Whimpering, she thrust them against him, grinding frantically against his shout in desperation.

Hemsut pulled back, using his paws to gently guide the kit's hips back down to the bed. She squirmed futilely against them, toes curling as she fought to return to the source of her pleasure.

"You like that?" he asked.

Katya nodded urgently, practically humping the air.

"You want to continue?"

Again, she nodded. By now, the scent of her arousal was so strong as to be nearly overpowering. It took every ounce of self-control Hemsut possessed to keep from claiming her right then and there.

But, no, he'd decided beforehand. His limits had been chosen with a clear head and he would not violate them.

Or her.

Instead, he smiled, releasing the kit's thighs from his grasp.

"Take off your panties," he instructed.

Hemsut had never seen anyone undress so quickly, even an adult female who knew what she could look forward to. In a split-second, Katya's underwear was down around her ankles and flung aside with a playful kick.

Then, as if suddenly realizing she was naked, Katya sucked in a breath. Her legs rose to cover her chest, shielding it from view while exposing her most delicate parts. Hemsut studied her, eyes glued to the girl's face as he trailed a finger along the outer edge of her slick channel and up over her clit. Her eyes rolled a bit, fluttering closed as his touch elicited a soft, urgent moan.

It was enough. Hemsut might have promised himself not to fuck the kit, but there was no way in hell he was going to pass up this opportunity.

Ducking low, he took the girl's clit between his lips and suckled softly. At the same time, his finger pressed inward, sinking between the tight, sopping wet folds of her sex. She was so tight and wet around the digit that his paw trembled and sent a shiver tingling down the length of his concealed erection.

Katya moaned, tensing as her insides squeezed down. A bit clumsily, her hips began to move, squirming and pressing against Hemsut's knuckles and tongue with the imprecise technique one might expect from a kit. Her juices practically gushed as he began to stroke her insides. They leaked out with each curl of his finger, dampening and leaving his fur a sticky, sweet-smelling mess.

"Hem!" she yelped.

Overcome by the novel sensations, the foxgirl had no time for additional warning. In fact, Hemsut suspected she didn't even know what was happening herself. But for one with his experience, there was no missing the girl's climax. A violent shudder ran through her, ears flattening back against her skull and her tail stiffening against his knee. Her clit throbbed noticeably against his tongue and the inner walls of her inexperienced sex clenched down around the single penetrating digit.

A wordless cry erupted from Katya's lips as she trembled through her unexpected orgasm. It was scarcely louder than a whimper but there was so much delight contained in her voice that he actually sat up to observe her pleasure-contorted expression.

Hemsut kept his finger embedded in the kit's mound until the tension drained from her. As he slowly removed it, she gave a final shudder that brought a smile to his face. And it was only then that Katya finally opened her eyes.

For a second, her expression was unreadable. Enough so that fear momentarily tightened Hemsut's stomach. Then she smiled, humming contentedly and scooting closer. Her tiny paws grasped at his waist, pulling him down onto the bed beside her.

"Thank you," she said, practically mumbling the words. "Thank you, Master Hem."

Reclining, Hem subtly wiped his fingers clean on the sheets and used his opposite hand to gently stroke the kit's hair. Her fur was still hot to the touch, but there was a peace to her body language that had been missing since waking from her nightmare.

"You're welcome, Kit," he whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

Katya was silent for a long time. Hemsut actually thought she'd fallen asleep until she spoke again.

"Could... can we do that again sometime?"

Triumph roared in Hemsut's chest and it took a monumental effort to conceal it. He doubted Katya would understand it even if she noticed, but there was no point in risking the matter. It was a game he played, with himself--against himself.

A game Hemsut had no intention of losing.

"Of course," he said.