Night Off
A lovely tail of a lynx getting some.. tail. The perpetual overworked Corrine is dragged out of her bar for a night of fun by her adventorous fun. Plenty of sultry seduction awaits.
Alys was bored. Truly, a calamitous occurrence, and her usual toys knew it. Winter wouldn't answer his phone. Lapin was on a "retreat" or something ridiculous. Malakai was nowhere to be found. Fy's ears disappeared into his head fur and he nearly bolted from the bar when she showed up. But there was one victim that couldn't slip away so easily.
It was Corrine's night off. Which was at least as rare, if not doubly so, as Alys being bored. The conjunction of these two events on the same night was undoubtedly predicted in a hundred dire horoscopes. Be wary, for tonight the errant comet will be held sway by the twisted star. Unaware of any dire portents, Corrine was enjoying her night off quite thoroughly, sipping a beer in the corner of her bar, silently judging the waitstaff and patrons. One of her favorite pastimes. When Alys stalked in she perked up. Drama floated around that girl like a halo- no matter what the energetic dragoness had planned, it was going to be good. Alys looked fabulous tonight to- her soft fur looked eminently srokable- deer like spots on her hips catching the low bar light and twinkling like stars, her large wings twitching about energetically, as if they could catch the wind of the evening and let the dragoness sail away toward whatever delightful fate awated her.
Corrine had no idea.
Corrine watched with an amused grin as Alys ordered two shots of the best whiskey in the house. Then, her grin fell as the dragoness turned right around and brought them over to her. The lynx arched her eyebrow suspiciously. Corrine had certainly not planned on being a part of the show tonight. But Alys grinned, showing off far too many fangs in her long furred muzzle and offered her a glass.
"To your health! I never see you take a night off, let's make the best of it."
Corrine tried to wave her off, "Oh no, I really shouldn't." She swirled her half full beer "See? I'm already plenty relaxed."
Alys scoffed. "Noooo no, nonono, tonight you are going to have fun". Fun was nearly a hiss- a bit of her forked draconic tongue slipping out. "I've got your favorite whiskey right here. I know you stock this bar with only the best. And you know how pricey it was. No way you are letting this go to waste."
Corrine sighed. Alys kept swirling the shot below her whiskers, catching the light, tantalizing the poor feline. "Fine! Fine! As long as you promise to quit wiggling around."
Alys smirked. Step one complete. The spider had enticed the wasp into the web. She handed over the shot, and clinked their glasses together. Liquid fire, racing down their throats, a ritual as old as civilization.
Corrine barely finished savoring the whiskey before Alys leaned in, glittering gray eyes inches from her own. Oh no. Before this moment Corrine thought she would get away with just a pleasant bit of alcohol and maybe some light conversation. But she recognized that look. Alys had a plan. Before she knew it, Corrine was swept out of her seat, beer abandoned, arms and legs tangled in wings and tail as she was being marched outside. The taller dragoness practically carried the petite lynx out, her fluffy stub of a tail wiggling impotently.
"Wait!" Corrine protested in vain, "The bar, I have to- "Nooooope" Alys laughed "You have to do nothing! It's your night off!" "But where are we going?" "You promised me a night out last month remember?" (Corrine didn't)
"I told you about this great club and you said you wanted to go with me!" (Corrine was sure she only said that because Alys would not stop talking all night)
"You even said I could lend you an outfit!" (Corrine did vaguely remember an attire related excuse to get out of the dragonroo's grasp last time)
Before Corrine knew it she was whisked off to Alys's apartment. (Did they uber? Can Alys even drive? What was in that drink?! All she remembered was some rambling discussion on mid 18th century etiquette. Where did Alys come up with this stuff?!) It wasn't until they were upon that ultimate threshold that Corrine appreciated the full measure of her predicament: this was dire. Few entered Alys's apartment lair and survived. Bigger on the inside than it had any right to be, it was above some ghastly thrift shop in a once-fashionable city center. Every doorway festooned with beads or silk, long trails of smoke slithering through the hallways, each room inexplicably partitioned with paper screens and wooden bookcases full of vining plants. Corrine swore some of the plants quivered with anticipation as she approached, reaching for fresh prey... Eventually they arrived in the heart of the dragon's den, and Corrine blushed as Alys promptly stripped and started flinging outfits at her.
"Tonight is "east meets west" night, I'm wearing an exquisite take on a modern kimono, but for you there are loads of options you could pick..." The outfits continued to fly as Alys rambled and the little lynx was nearly buried beneath layers of wool and linen. Eventually she managed to snag a sort of pleated pink one piece dress that didn't look completely insane and informed Alys of her choice. One fishnet camisole and pair of tights later and Corrine's attire was deemed acceptable. In fact, Alys stood (naked?!) for entirely too long admiring the ensemble. Corrine caught herself staring back for a minute, before she managed to gather her wits about her and ask pointedly if Alys needed help dressing. The damn woman winked and turned around with a flourish of wings.
"Yes, in fact, if you could zip this up..." and she pulled on a black silky cocktail dress. It had a blazing silver flower on it, and a high eastern style collar. Corrine decided she liked it quite a bit, and mentally made a note to ask Alys where she found it. It might be nice to be able to class up the bar staff if she ever hosted some sort of black tie event. A long furry tail snaked around to prod Corrine in the ass, reminding her of her task, and Corrine yelped. Alys giggled. "Just checking to make sure you weren't struck insensate by my beauty kitten"
"As if. More like I was wondering how your fat ass is going to fit in this" Corrine quipped back. The alcohol and incense was making her feel sassy. Plus Alys did have a nice ass. She was tempted to grab it, and then wondered again what was in that drink. A little fussing with wings and an altogether too feisty tail and both women were suitably dressed. Then it was another whirlwind trip out the labyrinthe apartment, down to the street corner, into a car (definitely uber) and to the club. Before they ducked inside, Corrine asked Alys to stop.
"Wait. I need picture evidence."
"Oh" Alys arched an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Yes." She put her hands on her hips. "I don't know what is about to happen to us in there. But you've dragged me out here, you've dressed me all up, and my generosity will be documented!" Corrine finished her lecture, daring Alys to try and defy her.
Alys giggled. "Great idea. Weird way to ask for a self-y though"
"Shut up and lean over. You're too damn tall" Corrine snarked. Then grinned back. They looked pretty good together, she had to admit. Documentation complete, she motioned for Alys to show her inside.
"This doesn't seem very historically appropriate" Corrine remarked. Although her foot had finally found a rhythm to the insane cacophony going on. And some of the dancers were really cute.
"Oh hush" Alys replied, sticking her tongue out. "It's all about the ambience dear, the feeling. Let yourself be drawn in." She draped herself languidly on the cushions, head resting in Corrine's lap, slowly fluttering her dramatic eyelashes. "The boys will be here soon anyway"
"Boys?" Corrine asked, now realizing everyone she had seen slipping into alcoves, dressed as princesses, sultans, empresses or priestesses, were women. And sure enough, after a few minutes passed and the music settled into something more sedate and "World-y" (Corrine could swear she'd heard it before. On NPR or in a whole foods or something) they arrived.
Dressed as servants, men of every species came to bring tribute to the ladies sequestered into the luxurious corners of the "club". The first one that arrived, a weasel dressed in black silk, bowed low before he entered- nearly crawling through the sheer curtains into their chamber. He held above his head a tray of appetizers: little cuts of prosciutto. Alys sat up to select a few for herself, then encouraged Corrine to do the same. They were quite tasty, but before she could reach for more, the servant was dismissed by a flick of Alys's wings. She grinned cheekily at Corrine, one paper thin slice of meat hanging from her lips.
"Last one" Alys mumbled, eyes daring Corrine to take it. Which she did. Daintily. With her claws.
"Thank you for saving it!" She popped it into her mouth with relish, ignoring Alys's attempts to pout. "We could have had more if you didn't send him away so quick."
Alys's spirits quickly recovered and she laughed. "Yes, but there are so many things to try! We shouldn't settle for the first thing they bring us." She beckoned to another servant outside their veil, and Corrine noticed there were dozens of them out there. Trays heaped with fruits, cheeses, meats, drinks, deserts of all kinds. The night continued for a while like this, Alys or Corrine gesturing to some fancy fur to bring them delicacies from some imagined land. Most of the servants were silent, groveling in their presence, arms shaking presenting their gifts. Alys lapped up the attention, sometimes teasing them with claw and tail.
Corrine preferred the more talkative few. She admired the art of the sale, and found that a well spun story of forbidden spirits distilled from berries grown in misty secluded valleys of hinterlands afar, suited her pallette better than grovelling. Either way, the goods offered were exquisite, and the hours passed by exceedingly pleasantly. Corrine found herself begrudgingly thankful that Alys had dragged her out here, although she wasn't quite convinced of the necessity of the wardrobe change. Especially since they were in some hidden corner anyway. "Alys probably dragged me to her house just to get naked and show off" Corrine caught herself thinking... and then remembering the not-so-brief glimpse she had of the dragonroo undressed.
Distracted by her musing, she nearly didn't notice that the next "servant" that entered wasn't bearing gifts at all. Instead he kneeled before Alys, brought forth some oil from a pouch on his hip, and began deeply massaging her feet. Alys hissed in satisfaction, the sound eerily reptilian. The panther (wait, tiger? Did he dye his stripes black?) continued up Alys's calves, and thighs, all while she gladly accepted his lavish attentions. Corrine shrugged, relaxed into the cushion/couch/bed structure, and enjoyed the leftovers from previous offerings. If the night included some sort of renaissance massage in addition to the "exotic" hors d'evours, she certainly wouldn't decline. But, when it came to her turn, she couldn't relax. The tiger's paws were too rough, claws a bit too sharp. The deep massage that Alys found so evidently satisfying wasn't to her taste at all. She squirmed away and began to apologize, but the tiger immediately prostrated himself and begged forgiveness (what do they pay these actors?!). Alys dismissed him immediately. Corrine felt a little bad for the fellow, but she was immediately distracted by soft, strong paws kneading into her shoulders. She nearly melted at the sensation, allowing Alys's hands to flow to allll the right places on her upper back.
Alys's voice whispered out from behind her left ear "It seems that you prefer a woman's touch, kitten". Normally Corrine would have protested, or at least snarked a bit at such a bold claim. Especially from Alys, who was absolutely insufferable if you ever stroked her ego. But, damnit, she was actually really good at this. "The show is about to start. Just relax love"
So Corrine did. Before, when she had watched Alys ensnare quite a few of her friends and customers in elaborate schemes, rituals, and other such nonsense, she hadn't ever considered how fun it would be to just, relax. It had been a lovely evening so far, full of exciting new things, and so she settled into the dragons grasp, entwined on a bed of luxury. Before them some sort of depraved Cirque Du Soleil played out. The "garden" scene had become a hall of billowing ribbons and hidden pillars. Attractive androgynous furs of every species wriggled and danced across Corrine's vision. Along her body Alys's hands played a harmonious symphony, touches and grasps becoming less and less platonic. Corrine arched her back, fitting neatly into Alys's larger frame. The spell Alys wrought into the lynx's skin was powerful, soon she was purring from the delicate attention, and found her own hands wandering in the smooth velvetine pelt of the woman beneath her. As the acrobatic display in front of them reached an almost fever pitch of colors and flashing bodies, Corrine turned her head to the side, and found her muzzle meeting Alys's for a soft kiss. A single press of lips became another, and another. Their tongues began a brief reprise of the dance their hands were engaged in, but all too soon Alys pulled back, leaving Corrine flushed, almost gasping.
"My place?" she whispered. Corrine nodded. Making out in public was one thing, but if she wanted to go further a little bit more privacy would be appreciated. No matter how decadent this "public" setting was. And she decided that she absolutely wanted to go further. Maybe later she'd complain about Alys's seductive wiles, but right now she just wanted to feel those lips and tongue against more parts of her body. Every inch of her skin felt like a low burning fire, ready to blaze at any moment. They extricated themselves from the bedding, and slipped through the gauzy curtain to a hidden exit. Something about the anticipation of slipping away from a show was driving Corrine crazy. She wrapped an arm around Alys's lower back, enjoying the way her fancy dress pressed and slid on her fur. Alys felt the same, if the wingtip brushing her shoulder and tail sliding along her hip was any indication.
There was a small wait for transportation to Alys's lair- long enough to feel the brisk night air. A breeze carried the chill of the ocean to the pair of furs waiting on the street, and that was more than enough of an excuse for them to stay close.
"You could have called the cab from inside" Corrine grumbled.Her fur was all fluffed, the dragon next to her was very warm, and her libido kept wondering why she shouldn't get all handsy in public.
"No reception inside" Alys replied. "The Palace is very discreet. Hush-hush you know." She winked at Corrine. "They usually have a few vehicles waiting for people at the end of the show, but it seemed like you didn't want to wait that long."
Corrine huffed, and crossed her arms. Leaning against Alys only a little. Alys casually blocked the breeze with her wing, and they spent a few moments in companionable silence waiting for the car to arrive. Things felt a little less, fevered out here, but Corrine still caught her mind wandering back to the scene inside. Her pelt tingled where dragon claws had dug little furrows in her fur. She snuck a glance at Alys, who also seemed lost in thought- one elegant claw tip twirling her long hair around, and around and around... Alys caught her staring and winked again, letting her long forked tongue loll out. Corrine blushed, and was saved from more embarrassing fantasizing by the arrival of their ride. It was a short trip back to Alys's apartment, with little privacy. Crammed into the back of an absurd hybrid-compact-abomination Corrine found herself trying to subtly bat away a bevy of dragonroo limbs while the driver rambled about some new video game that just came out. Alys evidently knew enough about it to interject a few times and deemed the driver sufficiently distracted. Corrine was less sure, giggling as she tried to ward off increasingly feisty advances.
When they made it to their destination Corrine practically leapt out of the car, stalking up to the front door, before finding it locked. Her little lynx tail lashed as she waited for Alys to finish that ludicrous conversation. What were they even talking about?! They had important business to conclude inside! She found herself half-heartedly poking around for a spare key before Alys swooped in behind her, entangling arms in a brief embrace as she unlocked the door. Up the stairs, and winding through the apartment to the inner sanctum they went. Alys guiding Corrine from behind with a prod here, a hand there, and Corrine was again increasingly distracted by the gentle touches. When they finally reached the bedroom, Alys spun Corrine around, and leaned down for a kiss. Corrine happily pressed her muzzle to the other woman's, and they teased each other with lips, tongue and fang. Corrine found herself being led slowly to the bed, a graceful claw leaning her back into the decadent fabric nest. The room was dark, amber street lights flickering outside through a half drawn window. Alys drew back a few steps, and waved a claw. A dozen candles leapt into life, filling the room with warm ambience. Corrine arched her eyebrow.
"You have to tell me how you did that." she declared.
Alys laughed, "Later, I promise" "I'm serious!" Corrine protested. Alys only smirked, reaching behind her wings to unzip her fashionable dress. "No nonsense either. No 'leylines' or 'secret druidic words of power'" Alys giggled, and flung her dress onto Corrine's head, briefly obscuring her vision. By the time she untangled herself, Alys had stalked back next to the bed, dropping to her knees to begin sliding Corrine's pink dress up her body. Corrine was too distracted to help much with the process, as Alys was again naked before her (was she really wearing nothing under that dress all night?!). This time Corrine took a longer look, appreciating the graceful form of the dragonroo. Her stomach was a lighter cream color than the rest of her fur, dotted with deerlike spots that marched up from the inside of her thighs. (No.. she must have slipped out of her underthings while I was blinded.) Alys's claws slipped under her dress and ran up her midriff while she was distracted, and Corrine raised her arms so the dress could slip up, off of her body. The face of a smarmy dragonroo came with it, kissing and nibbling at her collarbone, neck, chin. Corrine leaned into the upward stretch and fell back. The only thing now between her and the randy dragoness was a fishnet camisole, sheer black bra, and sky blue panties. The camisole was torn off by a devious claw tip from Alys, but Corrine managed to rescue her underwear by employing a few distracting kisses of her own to the underside of the graceful dragonroo neck.
Alys was especially serpentine from this angle beneath her, all long languid lines and ethereal fluidity. She was significantly taller than Corrine's compact feline frame, and the wings mantling above her did nothing to lessen the overwhelming effect. Candlelight danced behind the thin membrane of her wings, illuminating subtle white spots like stars in a warm summer sky. Corrine found the sum of everything to be luxuriously cozy, and scooted up the bed into piles of cashmere and fleece throws, hooking her legs under Alys's tail to draw her up too. But she squirmed away, settling between Corrine's thighs with a devious look. Corrine didn't rise to the bait- just closed her eyes and streeeeetched up into the marvelous bedding tangle, pulling a few blankets down to wrap herself in. If Alys wanted to play coy that was fi- OH! A warm breath on her sex interrupted that line of thought. She felt strong paws wrap around under her butt and over the flat of her stomach- she snuck a glance down and saw Alys's eyes half lidded as she breathed lustily between Corrine's thighs. The dragoness's lips danced on the soft fur of Corrine's lower body, marching in a maddening spiral around her sex, punctuated by teasing touches of claws and warm firm tongue. That tongue... it must be several degrees warmer than the rest of her body, and longer than it had any right to be. Worst (best?) of all: Alys knew how to use it. Corrine was beginning to understand why so many fell under Alys's spell. She shivered in anticipation, claws digging into bedding as Alys grew closer and closer to direct stimulation of her burning sex. But no arching or wriggling would avail her, lynx held firmly in the dragoness's clutches. Alys moved to her only schedule, luxuriating in her power over Corrine. She snuck her tail between her own legs, teasing and warming herself before the tail was needed later. Her wings slowly beat, as if fanning the flame of desire that threatened to consume the pair.
When a lavish press of warm tongue against her netherlips finally came, Corrine gasped audibly. Warm, steady pressure, gliding against her folds. At first Corrine tried to press back, to arch her back, to clasp her thighs around Alys's muzzle, but she was held fast. Alys's grip was too strong. She mercilessly toyed with Corrine, bringing pleasure and frustration in near equal measure. Finally Corrine gave up, exclaiming in exasperation "Damnit Alys, what is it going to take to get you to stop teasing me!?"
Alys looked up, gray eyes glittering. Her expression the very essence of innocence. The effect was only somewhat diminished by the tips of her forked tongue slowly teasing around poor Corrine's sensitive clit. Corrine tried to squirm into the touch, but Alys seemed to predict her every move. "I give up!" Corrine nearly whined in frustration "You are beautiful, elegant, clever, and I'm so glad you abducted me to your insane hedonistic pleasure lair tonight but if you don't get up her and fuck me I am going to-" She didn't get to finish her sentence. Corrine wasn't sure if it was the begging, or the flagrant flattery that satisfied the mad dragoness's ego, but she finally climbed up into the bed. Their bodies pressed together delightfully, Corrine with one hand tangled in Alys's long red hair, the other firmly grasping Alys's hips, keeping her from getting away. Alys's tail twined around Corrines thighs, their lower bodies a tangle of legs, hips and sexes, pressing and grinding, smoothly gliding together, finally in sync. Corrine let out a contented purr, Alys's chest heavy upon her own, warm and comforting, embracing each other with every breath. Their muzzles met again in a passionate kiss, and the evening slipped away into mysterious ethereal darkness, mortal concerns burned away by ancient primordial pleasures.
