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"Lady Feng Wendi and her daughter Li Mei Wendi to see Master Zaine, Guardian of Huan Ji-Xing." Penny's voice was crisp as she announced the snow leopard pair. Her gaze looking just past Zaine, slightly below his eye line, as was proper for a snow leopard of the lower class.

Zaine knew that the ladies were there, he'd been watching them since their car pulled up. He still made them wait just a breath before turning to acknowledge with a practiced smile. "Ah, the venerable Lady Wendi," he offered a bow with a flourish, "and her daughter, Li Mei. If you had not been introduced, I would have thought I was being visited by a pair of goddesses." Unlike Penny, he met their look, a hint of genuine thrill rolling up his spine at the barest twinge of distaste that twitched across Feng's face.

He fucking hated this dance. All this unnecessary polite bullshit was as wasteful as anything else the High Borns did.

Never once did his smile falter or reveal his inward thoughts. "Please, may I offer a seat?" he waved a hand towards the elegantly carved chairs. Either one of them likely costing more than some Low Borns saw in a month. Not to mention the space they were set in. The trio of chairs set around an equally beautiful table in a lounging corner of the conservatory. A lounging couch and plush chairs giving a place to read and relax while enjoying the greenery. Greenery that screened the small area to create a miniature oasis of quiet and privacy. "Refreshments?" not missing a beat, he casually waved to Penny, "fetch us something fresh."

Penny offered a bow towards him, the ladies, then turned to leave. Feng keeping her face towards him, but he watched as she followed the Housekeeper with her eyes. "Thank you," her voice was a little rough, tone decidedly cool towards him. Taking but a moment to adjust her flowing skirts before sinking into a seat. Her daughter following suit a mere second later. Zaine waited a few seconds before taking his seat as well.

There was a slight release of the tension in the room as Mei turned to look about the conservator, "These are some very exotic plants, Master Zaine. Aren't they lovely, Mother?"

Feng brushed an invisible bit of lint from her dress, "Yes quite. I am surprised that the maid can tend to them in her condition." A cold smile crept over her lips, "One would have thought the Ji-Xing family could afford _better_than to have one such as her in charge of their house." She allowed a sigh, "Though I shouldn't be surprised." Her attention shifted to her daughter, but Zaine could fee her eyes on him, "Why the head of their house if younger than you, Mei."

To her credit, Penny didn't miss a step, nor did she allow so much as a hair come out of place. Though he did see her hand lift just a little higher to stroke over the rather obvious swell of her stomach. Just that barest hitch before she left them.

"Housekeeper," came the quick correction. Zaine allowed a quiet purr to roll up his throat, "This is true," he drew out the words in a thoughtful muse, "Lady Huan Ji-Xing is several years Lady Li Mei's junior." He took but a moment to look over Li Mei now. Everything about her spoke of youth and nobility. Fine clothes, specifically tailored to her brought out the violet-blue of her eyes. Jewelry only adding to the natural sparkle as she blushed and looked away. Magical charms, rather messily applied, wafted in the air about her. Another layer of High Born waste since they could hardly protect against a fly yet they jangled against his senses. "If she grows into half the radiance her mother is, she will be a fine head of house in time."

Mei tittered and flicked a fan to cover her face, cheeks flushing more as he fixed her with a smile. Feng merely sniffing at the compliment. "Though I assure you, Lady Wendi." Now his smile took on a cold note similar to the ice that frosted her voice, "Lady Huan is on her path to be a fine Head. Nobody could ask for a finer heir."

Now that made Feng bristle slightly. Her teeth grinding for but an instant as the fur about her neck rippled. Like her daughter, she wore jewelry and clothes that likely cost more than many cars. Not to mention the layer upon layers of magical charms that were draped about her. She was in the latter stages of her middle age, though still appeared to be only a few years older than her daughter. Amazing what modern medicine and magic could do.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, shifting his attention to Li Mei as if to look over her. Sure enough, as his eyes swept over her, a form appeared behind her mother. Just a shape at the very edge of his vision. An armored form that stood just of phase with this reality. Her family guardian, not as large or as intimidating as the one that Hanna possessed, but deadly nonetheless.

As if it knew he were looking, the blank armored head turned towards him. Coal-like eyes glowing warily at the head of house.

"Tea?"

Another snow leopard swept in from seemingly nowhere, setting the tray down without so much as a rattle of porcelain. Zaine's soft smile returned as silence fell. The trio waiting patiently as tea was poured and refreshments laid out on the wrought iron table. "Apologies, Sir;" her voice was soft and sweet as a birdsong. Head dipping ever so slightly, "Mother was feeling dizzy so I..."

He silenced her with the barest lift of his finger. "Have her put her feet up, Cortina. Go attend to your Lady, if we have need of something, I am certain the other staff shall suffice." That made Feng bristle a little further. Zaine's carefully groomed and styled whiskers twitching with the barest hint of a smile. Not only was she not being attended by the Housekeeper, or even the Lady's Maid, but not she was being demoted to merely being served by the help.

Zaine allowed that full smile to return, "Tea?" he waved a hand towards the steaming cups set before each of them, "Refreshments? I assure you that despite her condition, our Housekeeper would serve nothing less than the finest we have. Nor would she allow the Chefs to serve anything not perfect."

Feng's jaws twitched as she fought to keep from grinding her teeth. The elder female looking down at the tray of food as if she were trying to find something to pick at them.

Which it would had to nit-pick over Michelin-level cooking. Wasteful? Yes, but there were some things which were completely worth it. Especially as he picked a treat for himself and sat back to nibble on it before sipping some tea.

Li Mei cast a look at her mother before picking as well. Her ears perking up as she bit in, a delighted purr rolling up her throat as she politely scarfed the treat down. Taking a sip of her tea, ears perking as well, "This is a delightful blend. Where do you get it, Mister Shòuliè?"

He motioned to some of the brush in the conservatory, "Our gardeners grow it and the Housekeeper has her own blend. I'd tell you what's in it, but..." he gave a playful wink, "she might break my thumbs."

Even as her daughter tittered a laugh and took another bite to nibble on, Feng resisted. Holding off for a couple more beats before taking a piece. Zaine felt the tension rise, Li Mei's watching her mother from the corner of her eye as she carefully examined ever angle of the pastry before taking a nibble. "These are..." her whiskers twitched, "acceptable."

Better than acceptable and you know it, Old Bat; Zaine mused to himself as he sipped his tea.

It was no secret that the Wendi house was on a steady decline. Decades of wasteful spending and trying to keep up with treads had led to them nearly bankrupting themselves. It was a trait that was shockingly common among the High Born households. The race to one up and impress the other High Borns led to ridiculous amounts of excess. Zaine was just surprised that someone hadn't attempted to turn their downward slide into some new fashion. Homeless Chic. Impoverished Elegance. No, that would be too creative for many of them.

Conversation turned to the Empire and daily goings on. Li Mei was curious about Zaine's businesses outside of the valley. Feng merely interjecting her input when she felt it was necessary.

Another part of the dance. First came the greeting. Next were the refreshments and conversation. All this before the conversation about why the two High Born ladies had come to him could even begin. It was tedious and, once again, excessive. When he was younger, he'd asked about why things were done this way, and all he'd ever gotten was 'this is how it's done' in response.

It had it's uses. Despite his casual semi-recline, his attention was laser-focused on the pair. The barest whispers of magic flowing with his words. Each wisp weaving around and through their charms before caressing the females. This wasn't High Born magic, it was something lower. No, Zaine was not of their class. Hard work and a lot of luck had landed him in this position. Even more hard work had taught him charms and spells that none of the High Born could even dare to dream of in their most devious of days or nefarious of nights. If it was lacking in flash and spectacle, they were not interested.

"So," he set his cup down with a soft click. "Should we move onto the why of this meeting, Lady Wendi?"

Feng's muzzle twitched into a scowl. It had been somewhat... pleasant to enjoy the fine things that had been put before her. Even if they were being offered from one such as he. "If we must," her cup came down with a decisive click, "Though perhaps after I make use of the toilet. With permission."

Zaine's smile was starting to irk her, "Of course." A sharp gesture brought a servant scurrying into the room naught but seconds later. The red panda's step quick and light as she approached, gaze low. "If you could direct Lady Wendi to the facilities." He cast a look over the tray, "And while you're at it, refresh these." The red panda nodded, and without a word, motioned for Feng to follow. The very tip of her tail whipping about as she stood, just that faint hint that betrayed her annoyance. She let him see that, let the bastard know what she was thinking of him so far.

Feng followed the panda silently. Eyes straight ahead as she refused to even look about the manor. When she had heard that the Ji-Xing house had been all but disbanded; the Lady Huan removing her honored aunts and uncles from the family, she had been thrilled. Elated even. Ji-Xing was an older house than hers, but those idiots had been doing a very good job of draining it over the last seventeenor so years.

Well, right up until The Brat had showed up. There had been rumblings and questions about who was in charge of the Ji-Xing family after the old matron died. Oh of course most were sure that her son had killed her, though no one was entirely sure why. At least they hadn't been until Huan showed up with her father and his entourage in tow.

Then it was too clear.

A classic case of a Matriarch that was trying to scare her family into line by making a newborn her heir. Not the first time it had happened, and not the first time it had ended in the Matriarch's death. Though at least the rest of the family had been smart by not trying to kill the newborn. Stories abound about families practically wiped from existence because of someone trying infanticide. Legends said that the Guardians were particularly defensive of their ward, the more helpless said charge was. Couldn't get much more helpless than a kitten with her eyes still shut.

Feng nodded absently to the panda as the silent maid motioned towards a door. The snep slapping the female with her tail as she passed. Just a quick smack because it made her feel somewhat better. She shut and locked the door behind her before turning to the bathroom and allowing her gaze to focus.

The put-upon sigh catching in her throat as a growl stormed past it. Tail going full bottle brush at the sight of the bathroom. "Newly remodeled," the panda had said on the walk before Feng silenced her.

Oh there had been plenty of murmurings about the sheer amount of work going on at the Ji-Xing household. Workers coming and staying for weeks on end. Pallet after pallet of materials coming and countless dumpsters of refuse being taken out. So much chatter had been had at the tea houses and gatherings. Not a single High Born had been spared from the need to gossip and theorize about how the Foreign-raised Ji-Xing Matron would be doing to her house. There wasn't a doubt in any of their minds that she was simply gutting the place and turning it into some gaudy heap worthy of one of those rap celebrities.

It was beautiful.

Feng actually found herself admiring the bathroom. Despite being only a partial bath, it was almost more luxurious than her private suite. Wood floors polished till they practically glowed. A long mirror nearly spanned one wall, reflecting the near-mural on the other. A mural which shifted as she looked at it, giving the illusion that the occupant was looking outside. Feng made it a step or two towards the toilet before the seat swung up for her. Soft light came from seemingly nowhere, giving the whole room a soft glow.

She... she was envious. Rage rolled up through her body. How DARE they make her envious of _a fucking bathroom!_A place meant only to be shit in and she was longingly rubbing her hand over the fine carvings.

Now she found herself thinking back to the last time she'd been here, some twenty years before. The manor had been nice, but there were signs of age. Looking around this... _bathroom_and the care taken to both modernize and preserve it; she found herself thinking about her entry a mere hour before.

Lady Huan Ji-Xing and her Guardian had greeted them, the snow leopardess looking so regal and mature despite her age. Her Guardian, a magical construct, was both older and more elegant than Feng's own. It's bronze armor shining in the light as it examined, then dismissed the Wendis. Her clothing was of the finest high fashion, not from a tailor that Feng recognized, but she knew quality when she saw it. Everything from the way Huan held herself to the clear, precise way she spoke. She was no mutt. No creature with a nobody of a father and a High Born mother. Like her house, she was a blend of the old and new. Something that made Feng envious.

And she hated that.

Oh she had fine sons and daughters. Any one of them could readily and happily hold their own in high court. Now she found herself staring into the mirror. She looked at her own clothing. Fine though they were, they were ever so slightly out of style. Just enough that they could be worn and bear the excuse of being marginally vintage, but she could see the fraying edges. The hems that weren't as tight. The colors that had faded ever so slightly. Just thinking about it, she found herself aware of just how the clothes felt on her skin. That little scratching feeling of wearing things that had been washed too many times.

Feng splashed water on her face, growing into her water-filled hands to muffle the sound. Burying her upset and longing behind the nearly six decades of life. The immeasurable amount of experience and pride she had as a High Born. If she had one thing over the Ji-Xing house it was that her line was pure. She could trace her lineage back to the greats. Her mother had been High Born, as had her father. As had theirs and theirs before them. That was something that Huan could not make the claim to.

And it wasn't something her children would be able to either...

"Knock it off," she growled at her reflection. Fur bristling as she glared at herself, eyes practically glowing in the light. There was nothing wrong with what she was here to do. Most of her children were all High Born, pure High Borns. She and Li Mei had come here today to make an arrangement. Discussions had been had for the past three weeks. Not only an Inheritance, but Compensation for what she was going to endure. Though, if she knew the state of the household, she would have demanded more.

Her growl bubbled up again as warmth flashed through her body. That familiar rippled. A dull need that rolled through her body. Coursing from hear breasts, up to her ears, then down, rolling about her form before centering on her loins.

That accursed Zaine Shòuliè had paid for her and Li Mei to carry his children. As per tradition, he would have the evening and night to copulate with them as many times as possible. Then come the first light of dawn, they would leave for their home, the compensatory chests in tow. If his seed didn't take then the negotiations could start again and he would have to wait some weeks until they were receptive again, as verified by an independent doctor.

A doctor that would also ensure that measures weren't taken to keep the seed from taking. Though she doubted she would have to resort to such means. Granted, the bastard was starting to garner a reputation for being virile. She had her doctors check him over. While he was healthy, he was also lacking in any fertility-enhancing drugs. The offer had been made for her to come first, then Li Mei on her next circle, but he insisted they both show up.

Feng allowed herself a sigh and wiped her face with gingerly with a towel. Her various charms keeping her makeup intact as she looked at herself. As the Matriarch, she would likely be his first choice, and she had been with enough males that she could keep him occupied for most of the evening. Oh, she would let her daughter have him as well. Though Li Mei was rather inexperienced, so he might grow bored with her.

She took a moment to compose herself, knowing that Zaine would be waiting for her return. Inexperienced though she might be, Li Mei could bat her eyelashes and work her charms like few others. She would easily keep him occupied and eating into his precious time.

This time she allowed herself a smile before the mask slid back into place. Back straightening as she left the bathroom and looked for the servant.

Only to be greeted by a mountain of a manservant. Tall, broad shoulders, and feathers of granite gray, the shoebill towered over her. His head tilting down ever so slightly as his bassy voice shook across her, "I am your servant." Large frame swinging to the side, "Follow me." The large avian lurching away with a shocking long stride. His appearance only serving to rile her up further. She knew of easily a half-dozen servants in this house, and had seen the signs of more. Each one dressed finer than most household servants. Why even the oaf leading her back wore a custom tailored suit. She would have called it a waste if it didn't twinge her own desire to do them one better.

It took all she had not to rub her eyes out of frustration. The low, burning frustrated anger that someone of her breeding and station was forced to be in such a situation. While the whole act was ancient and seen as perfectly acceptable. High Borns had been doing it as a way to foster relationships with the great houses for centuries. And while the Ji-Xing house was great... Zaine was not of the house. No, he was worse than a Low Born.

Worse still, he had put an offer on the table that she couldn't refuse.

Feng held back the sigh as she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. Merely following the shambling stork back to the conservatory entrance. The giant of a butler stepping aside and bowing low as he held the door open for her. Her ear twitching as he shut the door behind her, once again leaving the trio of snow leopards alone in the conservatory.

Back straight and eyes hooded, she approached the corner where they had been having tea. Ready to get on with this humiliation. "Apologies for the wait, I..."

She froze, eyes going wide and tail shooting straight. For the briefest of moments she was afraid someone had attacked. The entire area was in disarray with scraps and shreds of clothes hanging over everything.

The matron blinked and that moment passed. While there were ruins of a fine gown everywhere, the table was undisturbed. And upon closer inspection, it seemed that only her daughter's clothing had been rent. Her daughter was unharmed though, in fact she'd never seen her youngest with such a look of bliss on her face.

Li Mei was stretched out on the lounging couch, head rocked back as she gasped her pleasure for all to hear. The snow leopardess had been stripped of her clothing and had her legs wrapped about the half-naked Zaine's form. Hands grasping under the male's shirt as he hunched over her. Each of her breathless gasps met with a throaty growl from the male. His entire focus was on the younger Wendi, mouth freely traversing her neck and breasts. One hand grasping her thigh and the other braced upon the back of the couch. The scent of sex, arousal, female fertility, and male virility hit Feng's nose as she gasped in surprise at the raw audacity of this male.

His head snapped up at her sound, violet eyes locking with hers. For just a second it was like looking into the eyes of a dangerous predator. She felt the breath driven from her lungs as she backed up a step.

Zaine's maw curled into a smirk as she retreated from him. A nearly feral sounding growl lifting from his throat. The sound pouring from his open maw as he leaned in and casually gripped her daughter's throat with a bite. Li Mei arching with yell, her legs going stiff as she came hard about the male. Eyes rolling back in her head as she panted and heaved like a common whore, babbling something about how good it felt. All while Zaine held Feng captive. 'Look at me fucking your daughter,' she could almost her him mocking, 'look at how she's squealing and writhing for me.Watch as I make her mine and remember. You are next.'

Breaking the hold he had on her neck, Zaine leaned up as far as Mei's grasping hands would allow. The male planting a few more powerful thrusts before burying himself in her daughter. His snarl washing over the females as he gave the younger Wendi her first of the evening.

Feng was flabbergasted. This wasn't how it was done, or at least it wasn't how it was supposed to happen. While there was no specific rules for the arrangement, other than what lead up to it and happened after, it was _understood how things worked!_One did not simply strip a Lady of her clothing and take her on a couch like she was some commoner!

Her mouth opened and closed a dozen times as she tried to articulate her anger, her astonishment, her shock. Zaine merely turned to mutter something to Li Mei before standing standing. His manhood still erect, glistening with the mixture of his seed and her daughter's wetness. The male shrugged out of his shirt, stepped out of his pants, and approached her. Feng's lips curled back into a quiet snarl as she found herself backing up, "Don't you dare..." she started as her back found the sturdy wooden screen that the vines wound about.

"Don't I dare what?" his words washed over her. Zaine swooping in as her mouth opened to protest. Hand catching the back of her head as he took her into a deep kiss. Lady Feng Wendi's eyes going wide as saucers as this... this male dared to shove his tongue into her mouth. Every instinct screamed at her to bite down at this outrage!

But she found herself pressing into him. A moan rolling about her chest as his hand boldly ran up her body. Fur crackling with the electricity of his presence as his hand moved across her belly, up under a breast, and lingered there.

She broke the kiss with a gasp as he shredded her gown with a hard tug. Claws and sheer strength overcoming last season's fashion. The once expensive material shredding like so much tissue paper. Zaine's purr blasting her muzzle as he stood there, pinning her to the lattice with his mere presence. His bright, glowing violet eyes locked onto hers, holding her there as his hand trailed over her now bared front. Breath coming in shorter gasps as she breathed in his scent. Electric pleasure jolting through her as his fingers found her teat and gave it a pinch. Her legs shaking ever so slightly as a gasp broke free.

"See?" his voice shook through her, "not so bad is it?" Zaine's grinning face filled her vision as the male loomed before her. Both hands turning to her clothes, undressing her with equal parts care and ferocity. "I do apologize for starting with your daughter." Her whiskers tingled as his brushed against them with each word, "I just couldn't help myself. Perhaps I can... make it up to you?" His grin widened as he stepped back, "Would you like a taste?"

No I would not! But she did... she found herself dropping to her knees before him, leaning in towards the male's privates. His fine, plush fur matted with her daughter's femcum and traces of his own.

Zaine's hand trailed through her hair, "There we go. Why don't you get a good whiff of it?" Her whiskers twitched, mouth opening to shout at him, but instead she felt herself leaning forward. Nose twitching as she breathed in his scent. She'd never been in this position before, most males were happy to bed her with her either on all fours or laying there. None had dared even suggest she go down on them. Yet here she was, on her aching knees and nuzzling this male's privates while he stroked her head like she was some pet. His sex-drenched privates dragging through her immaculately styled hair.

He laughed quietly, "Bet you've never seen your mother like this, Lilly. On her knees, sniffing over a cock like a cheap whore?" Zaine hummed as he turned his attention back to Feng. "Your daughter tasted sweet, would you like a sample?"

Feng's mouth opened to spit out a string of curses that no Lady should dare utter. Only to find her mouth stuffed full of the male's member. Both his hands twining through her hair to grip the back of her head, drawing her down on his length. The elder Wendi jerking as his length slipped over her tongue and fed right down the back of her throat. Her body jerking as she nearly gagged, but then stopped, lips sealing about his base to suckle on the male.

Zaine purred over her, "Oh she's eager." Leaning back, he drew his cock from her maw, "I should correct myself, neither of you are cheap. Nor are you whores." Feng looked up into that wide grin of his, "When they cost as much as you do, they prefer to be called Escorts."

Driving forward, the leopard began to fuck her face. Feng's eyes watering as the male's barbed length continued to violate her throat. Heavy, gagging gulps sounding from the head of house as his groin smashed into her nose again and again.

Her eyes darted from the male over to her daughter. Li Mei's cheeks flushed as she sat there, fingers buried in her heated pussy. Biting her bottom lip as she let her fingers delve through the mess the male had planted in here mere moments ago. Her breath coming in shorter, sweet sounding whimpers as she watched her mother being violated by this brute!

To her surprise, Feng found her own hands were trailing downward. Manicured nails kneading her thighs and gliding towards her own inflamed privates. Her fingers moving inward until two brushed over her exposed pussy. Tail bristling as she pushed two fingers in, starting slow but then quickly matching the male's pace as he fucked her muzzle. Tears running from her watering eyes as he pressed her flush to his crotch each time. Zaine's hands keeping her there and guiding her down as her tongue writhed over his cock. The male filling her senses as his growl washed over them.

After what felt like an eternity of humiliation, he pulled back until his cock popped free. Feng found herself leaning forward, only to be stopped by a firm tug at her hair. "Open wide..." was her only warning. Zaine gripped his cock and stroked it a couple more times before letting loose with a primal snarl. She watched as his hefty sac lifted, cock pulsed, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled his scent a mere instant before he came. Thick streamers of the male's cum raining across her carefully made-up face. What didn't wind up pooling in her mouth stained her hair and rained across her face and throat.

Zaine huffed, grinning down at her as he brought his still hard cock down on her face. "There we go," the male laughed, "Not a bad warm up, _Lady_Wendi." The male rolled his shoulders and stepped back with a grin, releasing his hold on her hair. Now she got a good look at him. Muscles rippling under a shining pelt, tall, built, a male in his prime. His eyes glistening with a hunger that made her squirm on the spot, "Bend over," he licked his lips and hefted his cock, "Daddy's hungry for more."

She wanted to snarl and curse at him, by all rights she should. Instead she found herself standing up and shuffling forward meekly. Knees aching from the hard floor and thighs shaking with a need she'd never felt before. The burning desire to please this male. She didn't have to look back as he approached, she could feel him stalking towards her.

Feng's head hit the bed with a groan. Claws grabbing and pulling at the covers as Zaine hunched over her. How many times had he fucked her? Twice? Three times? She wasn't sure anymore. Hells, she wasn't even sure when or how they got to the guest rooms. Everything was a blur to the leopardess, all that mattered was the heavy, rhythmic impact of the male's hips against her lifted backside. The feel of his breath and teeth, how he pulled her hips and tail, scratched her back, everything he did just made her yowl and scream like it was her first heat. Her throat was raw from the noises he was coaxing from her, only made worse by his forceful face fucking he did to 'calm down' on occasion.

She felt absolutely disgusted. Not only with how she was acting, but in a physical sense as well. Each week she sat aside a personal spa day just to have herself groomed and made up to be as beautiful as she could be. Yet here in the span of... minutes? Hours? Fuck, she didn't know anymore. This brute had ruined her immaculate appearance.

His teeth grazed her scruff and up through her cum-stained hair, "What's my name?" came the breathless growl. The hand on her hip curled along her belly. Tracing her once-proud form before dipping to toy with her clit. "Say it and I'll let you cum..." She squirmed, trying to get off as his pace slowed. "What. Is. My. NAME?" each word being punctuated by a thrust so deep she was certain she was going to break.

Breathless, the older female clawed at the bed, trying to press into his thrusts. "Z-za-zaine... Shòuliè."

That laugh was chilling. His mouth brushing her ear, "Oh we both know that's not my _real_name. Say it, Kitten."

Feet scrabbled off the finest bedding she'd ever felt. She tried to squirm under the male to seek her own relief so she wouldn't have to say it. No use. He was younger, stronger, and had seen this trick before. Zaine's form shifting over hers to keep her on the very cusp without the hope of achieving herself. Frustrated whines grew into needy yowls. Feng writhing under the male and trying to get the better of him.

"MÉIY?U RÉN!" she yowled out in frustration, "You are Méiy?u Rén!"

His grip loosened for just a breath. "That's right... I am, and don't you forget it." Claws dug into her shoulder and hip as he drove himself into her. Hammering the female with sharp, shallow thrusts as she jerked under him. The feel of his barbs rasping against her insides, gliding through several loads of cum and so much of her own lubrication. Her voice trying to lift in a yowl of pleasure as she came, the sound getting cut off into a choking gasp. Feng reveling in the feel of the male as he pressed against her once again. The warm throbbing of his cock utter bliss as he filled her with another load.

This time Zaine allowed her a moment to rest before his teeth found her ear. "You feel every year of your age." He nipped at her ear and pulled out with a groan. A low chuff coming from the snow leopard as her limbs gave out. "Much as I would enjoy tending to you all evening. The arrangement was for you and your daughter. If I may be excused..." his hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack. Feng too weary to even yelp as the stinging pain radiated from her backside. She just watched in the darkened bedchambers as he rose and left. Hearing him enter the neighboring guest room. Voices muffled through the wall as he said something to Li Mei. Soft giggles, then gasps before bodies impacted the bed. The sounds of their rutting distant, muffled, but enough to keep her from fully setting.

Méiy?u Rén, the most feared name among the Snow Leopard empire. Not because of who it was, but because of who it wasn't. It translated as Nobody. A name given to those who had no family, no line. Exile was preferred to being given that name. Yet here she was. The proud Lady Feng Wendi, laying in bed and trembling after fucking nobody. In the morning, Nobody would give her payment and, if he were lucky, then she would be carrying the child of Nobody.

Slowly, painfully, she peeled back the covers and slide inside. Trying to fall asleep to the sound of Nobody fucking her daughter in the next room.

"I trust everything was to you..." Zaine openly smirked at Feng, "satisfaction."

Feng fixed him with a glare, "It was... adequate." The way his smile widened only soured her mood that much further.

Her evening had been restless to say the least. Spending all night listening to Zaine with her daughter, only to be roused by the male the moment she stated to drift off, was certainly a pleasurable way to spend the evening. He had left both leopardesses shaking, sexually satisfied messes come morning. Providing them not only with the most excellent breakfast she had eaten in years, but with baths, clothes she was certain had been tailored to fit her, and even the offer of servants to help clean and dress her.

And to make matters worse, Li Mei was giving him bedroom eyes. The younger Wendi all but fawning over the male that had spend his evening debasing them. "I do hate to sound brusque, but I do hope this evening as not for naught."

He clicked his tongue softly, and put a hand in the pocket of his robe, "No, I understand. The three of us have had a rather... tiring evening. I am not as young as I used to be, though..." he looked between Feng and Li Mei, "you lovely Ladies could nearly be sisters." Li Mei tittered as Feng's mood further soured.

Leading the way to the front hall, he waved towards a pair of wooden chests. Each one polished till they practically glowed, beautifully lacquered in the old style, "While not traditional, I must admit I have a fondness for woodwork." He brushed a finger over the lid, "I crafted each of these personally for each of you." He motioned, "Lady Feng Wendi," then to the other chest, "Lady Li Mei Wendi."

Each stepped forward as he purred their names. Lifting the lids off the boxes to reveal shining silver ingots. Each one polished to a mirror finish, stamped with the Imperial seal in one corner and the Ji-Xing in the other. Though the center of each bar, where Zaine's personal seal would be, had been left blank.

"For the ease of inspection," he offered each of them a silver ingot. Each one a perfect rectangle, matching the others perfectly. "You may use magic to ensure they are pure."

Feng sniffed, "I don't believe we need to." She didn't even want to touch the silver.

Zaine let out a purr as his tail twitched behind him. Sliding the ingots into place, he released and all three watched as they practically disappeared among the others. "EDM wire cut, I just couldn't resist the way they just..." he motioned as the bars seated next to each other, not even the hint of a line visible.

"So I see..." Feng would have growled if she hadn't been so utterly exhausted. She just knew that there were bags under her eyes from how worn down she was. The hand-made boxes, the silver fit perfectly within them, everything about it was so utterly excessive. It was something that if other High Borns caught wind of it, they would be seeking the finest woodworkers and metal smiths and who knew what else was needed for such a thing. "If we may be excused, we need to rest before the doctors run their checkup."

He offered a slight bow, "Of course," and with a snap of his fingers two servants came from hidden alcoves. Each offering a slight bow before they collected the chests. Doctors, independent of either house, would do check-ups on both of the ladies over the next few weeks then report back on if the pregnancies took. Of course they would be searching for drugs, magic, or anything unseemly.

Not that they would find anything of course. They would be searching for everything a High Born would try using. What the Low Borns used might be picked up as well, but he was neither.

"Leaving?" came the smooth purr, "I had hoped to catch you before you left, Lady Feng Wendi and Lady Li Mei Wendi." Huan was practically gliding down the steps, "I trust that you found the facilities to be sufficient."

Feng's tail twitched ever so slightly before that smile mask fell back into place. "Oh everything was exquisite, Lady Huan Ji-Xing. We cannot wait to visit again. Pray tell, have you thought about social functions?" Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, "I know rumors are abound about the mysterious head of the Ji-Xing family and her Watcher."

Huan's smile could melt the coldest of hearts, "Soon, and I promise you will be among the first invites sent."

"It would be an honor. If you'll excuse?"

"Please."

Zaine and Huan watched the pair as they were escorted to their car. A heavy, deep raspberry coming from the teenage snow leopardess only once they were driven off and the manor's doors were shut. "Fuck me, I am getting out of this dress and into something comfortable." She turned and shuffled towards the stairs, "I feel like I am going to split this fucking thing just taking the stairs." Hiking the dress higher, she flicked her tail at his face as he followed her up the stairs. "They looked wrecked, Pops, what did you do? Make them listen to your music all night?" Her smile widened, "Should I get some ice for your cock? I think I heard a lot of creaking last night, not sure if it was the bed or your joints."

His hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack, "Language, Lady Ji-Xing." He flashed a smirk, "I think the Lady Wendi would have preferred that after the evening I gave her." Lips pulled back with a yawn, "I am going to go sleep, Hanna. You..." he waved his hand as he yawned. "I don't care, so long as you don't kill anyone."

"Fuckin, A!" she rubbed her rear as she shuffled for her rooms, "Tina! We're getting a bucket! Get the lotus ready!"

Zaine shook his head with a silent laugh, the noise drowning out into a yawn as he made his way to his bed chambers. Barely taking the time to shed his robe before dropping into the crisp, clean bed with a throaty chuff. He crawled under the cover with a chuff and rolled onto his side. The very tip of his tail twitching as sleep lay claim to him after his all-night exhaustion.

Though not for long. Consciousness being pulled back to Zaine as a familiar warmth spread across his cock. A groan coming from the male, drowning off into a growl as he cracked his eye open, "Must you?"

Hanna flashed a grin up at him, stroking his cock. "Well, I don't _have_to. I mean..." She nuzzled his cock with a smile, "If you're getting too old." Turning her head, she breathed in the leopard's scent with a quiet huff. "You still smell like them."

A chuff came from the male as he covered his face with an arm, yawning. "Just get on with it."

Even with his face covered, he watches as the sleek form of the leopardess moved to straddle him. Gone was the fine makeup and clothing. Huan Ji-Xing, or Hanna as she preferred, wore a blouse and nothing else. While it was certainly a fine, comfortable blouse, it was nothing that any High Born female would be caught dead wearing. Certainly none of them would be walking around their manor without any pants or panties.

He watches as she lifted his cock and shifted back. Oh she was so cute when she bit her lip as he pressed against her. Those sweet whimpers lifting as she pressed back, sliding Zaine's cock into her rear. Muscles clenching against him as she rocked back with pleased whimpers. "Tell..." she huffed, "tell me about them." Rocking her body back, fingers sliding along her outer lips before pressing into her empty pussy. Muscles clenching that much harder about his length as she began to rock her hips.

"Mmm," he shared in her moans as the leopardess began to grind into his lap. "I am certain that you were watching as you love to do." Hanna bit her lip and smiled down at him. Those smooth grinds turning into slight bounces now.

Zaine's hands fell to her thighs, scratching ever so gently as she leaned over him with a huff. Close enough that their whiskers could touch and that each other's breath puffed over their muzzles.

"I'll start with Li Mei because she was the more interesting of the pair." He let his hands roam over her form, eyes shut as he huffed. "So pliable and ready. It was hard to even focus on that fucking brainless chatter with her mother with how sweet she smelled. As soon as her mother was out of the conservatory I took her over to look at some flowers..." Hanna whimpered quietly and bit her lip, making him smile. She'd had cameras installed in most of the rooms of the house, not the private bedrooms though since that would be an invasion of privacy for the people she cared for. She would have been watching what he was describing, would have heard it, but he had the details she wanted.

Their eyes locked as he purred, "It was hard not to touch her. Thought I was going to have to wait, but as soon as I moved in? Should have felt how hard she was grinding back into me. Barely had to pull at her dress before it was off."

Hanna gasped, shoulders hunching as her fingers stroked faster, playing with her clit. "Was she tight?"

"Verrrry," he growled at the leopardess, starting to meet her motions. "If I wasn't her first, I was certainly among the top five." Gripping Hanna's rear, he started to thrust into his daughter. The clap of their bodies filling the still air of his bedchambers. "I think, if she had her way," his body arched towards her with a throaty growl, "she would be over here as soon as the cubs are born. Ready for another, and another after that until there's no more."

Rising to his challenge she slammed her hips against his, rear clenching hard about his cock as she shuddered. "Think she wants to just be barefoot and pregnant with some big man to take care of her?" He purred a yes and kneaded, "Or just because you are such a bad boy."

"The Forbidden One, who knows."

Hanna leaned in, not to kiss him but to nip at his lip. "And her mother?"

"What a palate cleanser." Her pace faltered for just a second before picking up. "Old and loose and dry. Fuck, I needed so much lube I might as well have been fucking a fleshlight for all she gave me." Lips curled into a savage grin, "Her mouth was much better than her puss, that much was sure. Getting her to look up into my eyes as she was choking on my cock? Good as it probably sounded, it felt far better. The way her throat clenched and pushed. How her tongue was fighting around my cock." His cock twitched within her, so close to releasing another load, "And how her eyes watered as she tried to keep up with me..."

Hanna was trembling over him, rear clenching harder around his cock as she trembled. Right on the verge of cumming. Weary even after the night before he could feel his climax building. Both leopard groaning and huffing as they pressed tight. Voices lifting in twin roars as they peaked. Hanna hunching over him and shaking as the warmth of his seed filled her rear. Burying her head until his chin as she shuddered and gasped, both panting heavily.

Twin purrs lifted as they lay together in that blissful afterglow.

Both had a long history of hatred on the High Born. He had his family, name, and all his money stripped by them. Forced to the streets and made to learn what he could to simply survive. It had forced him out of the Valley and into the world at large, but that had forged him into who he was. A multi-millionaire and silent partner in a company that specialized in recovering lost and stolen equipment.

It's what had lead to Hanna. Oh she had come before the company had. Her mother, the former Lady Ji-Xing had fallen on very hard times at the hands of her own family. She saw nothing wrong with taking cash, well over a hundred thousand, from a nameless brat. Nothing wrong with giving him an evening of pleasure and the promise of giving him his name back. Only to have her servants drag him out of the house come morning so she could ready herself for her next suitor.

And Hanna? Well, he wasn't sure if she was even his daughter. Rumors abound that her mother had a half-dozen suitors, conniving bitch that she was. The type of woman that would make her newborn cub the heir just to spite her own full-grown children. Yet never suspect that her own son would cave her skull in with a candlestick out of rage when he was cut off. Nor would she, somewhat ironically, lead to his current position. Seeing as how her family wanted to sweep the incident under the rug, they were face with a choice. Kill the child, which they couldn't because the Guardian was fiercely protecting her. Or simply pass her off to someone else. So she had shown up at his door, almost ten months to the day after he'd been cast out. An equally nameless maid, heavily pregnant with her own child, had shown up to drop off the infant.

Then, some seventeen years later, Hanna had returned to reclaim her House and name. Father, displaced maid, and adopted sister in tow with their own loyal entourage.

Hanna sat up with a low purr, wincing only a little as she pulled off his softening cock, "So," she licked her slick fingers, "how many brats did you put in the clinger and hag?"

Zaine gave her hip another spank, inviting a rowl and wiggle from the leopardess, "Language, those are your half-siblings you are talking about. Though, I would agree that you were and are certainly a brat, so they will be too."

"I'll show you brat," Hanna huffed as she wiggled her rear. Tail curling up just enough to show off her rear and the cum that leaked from it.

It was certainly a brattish, if exciting, thing to do. "Li Mei should have one, maybe two. I was rather light on her, just purely physical. And her mother..." he chuckled. "Three, maybe four." What he employed was a very, very old magic. Something that required the utmost subtly. A knowledge passed to him from his father, and his father's before him, and so on. It required a shocking amount of skill to use, and was largely forgotten. Especially since it required a specialized tea blend. One that also served to heighten one's arousal, vigor, and susceptibility to commands.

A very special blend that Penny happened to be an expert at.

"Oh that is just going to ruin her figure," Hanna laughed from his bathroom. Poking her head out just long enough to toss him a wet cloth, "Think it'll be all girls? Would serve her right."

"For the hag? Chances are good, but for the cherry pie? About the normal chances." The downside of that technique, well downside as some saw it, was that it tended to favor female offspring. Which is why it fell out of favor and then knowledge in favor of more traditional fertility spells and methods. "No go, leave your father to some rest before you kill him, Minx."

Hanna swept into the room, still bottomless and purring. "Oh please, as if I could do that after you survived those two." Practically dancing over, she leaned down to give him a light kiss on the nose, "Love you, Daddy."

Zaine returned the kiss, "Love you too, Pumpkin. Be safe and get out of here so I can sleep." Her tail twitched towards him as she left him in peace. Lights clicking off again and leaving him to rest.

For a while at least. Weary though he was, it still took a few minutes before he was ready to drift off again. By that time his door opened again. "Unless you are a beautiful woman who wants to curl in bed, or an assassin that wishes to end me, please leave."

"And," came the familiar, whispery voice, "what about me?"

It would have been impossible to say no, but Zaine still waited a few seconds before he lifted the edge of a blanket.

"You honor me, Sir," came the softly accented laugh. A hand whispering over his bare chest as the leopardess slid into bed with a sigh and a soft nuzzle. Fingers tapping his chest with a hum, "Some days you are lucky that I do not kill you." The housekeeper Penny huffed as she shifted to lay in bed with him. The pair taking a moment to adjust in the bed until they were both comfortable.

Zaine hummed, "What did I do now?"

Penny tucked the pillow higher against her belly, "Firstly, you still smell of those whores. You should have showered before getting to bed. Secondly, you smell of Hanna."

"She ambushed me as I slept," he muttered as Penny draped her arm around him.

The swell of her pregnancy pressed to the small of his back, "And finally, you give them permission to go and get that horrid stuff?" Her hand trailed down his body to stroke over his cock, just idly petting his manhood. "And what do I get? Sent back to bed by my own girls, my staff told to take a partial day."

It was taking a little work for Zaine to get up, which was no surprise all considered. Rather than leave Penny to do all the work, he turned to face he. Their noses bumping as she looked at him, sky blue eyes sparkling in the dim bedroom light. A little smile forming as she bit her bottom lip, "I am sorry... I know you are worn out and..."

He kissed her before she could falter and begin to second guess herself. A quiet moan rolling into his mouth as she pressed into it. Hands still running over his member as she rolled onto her back. "There..." he rumbled softly, "are far worse things Hanna could be addicted to than the secret blend of herbs and spices."

Zaine followed her over, not laying atop her, but holding himself above. Letting his hands roam over her body, tracing the curves and sweeps that he knew by heart. Fingers stroking her belly and sides. Exploring her as that draining weariness was pressed aside. Zaine trilling in the quiet pants and soft whimpers as his hands found and passed over thin scars and long healed burns.

He still didn't know what her name had been, or what house she had worked for. Just that she had been a lesser maid in some great house, and that one of the High Born sons had taken her as a personal toy. Absolutely revealing in the 'delightful noises' that he could coax from her. Though once he'd knocked her up, the bastard had grown bored of her and had her dismissed. Luckily, she was only starting to show when the Ji-Xing family was looking for someone to deliver Hanna. They gave Penny enough money to find him, and that was about as far as their generosity went.

When she had arrived at his home, she had refused to tell him her name. It was easy to talk her into coming inside just to show him the basics of caring for a child. Far longer to convince her to stay on as a nanny. It took weeks before she adopted a new name, nearly a year before they went beyond just being two lost souls.

And now?

"Aahhh... Zaine!" she breathed out the gasp as his tongue pressed to her teat. Legs pressing to his sides as she squirmed. His hard length pressing to the wanting, desirable pussy. "P..." she huffed at the teasing, cheeks flushed as his tongue and teeth toyed with her nipples. Not flinching or slowing as he coaxed a spurt of milk from her. Her body arching into his as his hands cupped her breasts, trailed down to her belly. A soft purr working into her moans as he caressed her stomach. Their third child, naturally conceived and a happy accident, kicking against his hand.

Both hands fell to his cheeks and she squeezed, "If you do not fuck me now, and better than you did those whores, I will break your thumbs." Those playful blue eyes sparkled, "At least I will be starting with the thumbs."

"One of these days..." he reached down to line up, "I am going to die and it will be at the hands of a leopardess."

Penny arched as he pressed in, "You would have it no other way, Love."