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A Little Less Counselor, A Little More Concubine 11

For Fyacin_Tia

By Draconicon

Three days passed, and in those three days, Fyacin received more 'attention' from the Emperor than he had received in three weeks prior. He could hardly believe the amount of pleasure that one body could receive when on Restriction, and the only way that it could have been better would have been if he didn't have to share with Alys and Kisari.

It was one thing to be allowed to be with the Emperor in bed when he was on his own. He had the chance to enjoy the touch of his lord and master, and he had the chance to indulge with things that he could do with no other. To see others involved at the same time, and even to be tied up and made to watch as they received similar pleasure...well, that was something that he felt a bit pissy about.

The lion woke on the morning of the fourth day with a bee in the metaphorical bonnet, and he was grouchy and slit-eyed as he made his way to the tea room for breakfast. The Emperor was completely out of it, the white-furred fox having indulged himself deeply the night before, and the lion was drenched from his rump down to his knees with the spent juices of his master.

He stumbled towards the tea pot and the fire beneath it, gently moving it off the boil as the steam rose from it, and poured the water over the gathered tea leaves from the night before. The soft aroma of the earthy herbs made his nostrils flare, and one eye slowly opened the rest of the way.

It was fortunate, as well, because he narrowly avoided pouring boiling water over his foot.

Mmmph...mornings...bleh...

The lion put the tea pot back over the fire, curling his legs in close and sitting on one of the many cushions that surrounded the depression in the floor. He pulled another over his lap, grumbling as it bumped the chastity cage that still clinked and clicked against his groin, and he grumbled more as he felt the soft throbbing that was just beneath it.

Despite the work of his lord and master, despite the many pleasurable touches that he had enjoyed, he had yet to climax since putting on the cage. There was nothing that seemed capable of pushing him over that edge, no matter what he did, and that meant that he was constantly suffering from a low-level sexual frustration that never seemed to get better. He was constantly feeling on the prowl, not merely for satisfaction, but...

As the tea brewing filled the air with a stronger scent, he reached back, rubbing his rump. That was still bigger than it had been, and there was no doubt about it now. It had gone from soft and smooth, barely rounded, to something that would not have been out of place on a plump pleasure wench. He shook his head, his cheeks still burning.

The next to rise was Alys, the hybrid of dragon and feline making her way to the tea pot. She walked with shameless sways, her hips moving from side to side, her fur soft and brushed, somehow. She sat down on the far side of the pot, smacking her lips slowly, her eyes half-closed. Looking as exhausted as he felt, she was unashamed of her exposed breasts.

Then again, she had never felt any shame for that, even when they had been Counselors rather than Concubines.

"We're never going to sleep again, are we?" she asked.

"No, probably not," Fyacin muttered. "Is the tea ready?"

"You started it."

"You're closer."

"Hmmph."

She leaned over the second pot, taking the lid off and glancing at the tea inside. Almost as if to spite him, the hybrid took the pot and poured the spout so that the tea inside filled her mouth. As ever, her tolerance to heat was greater than anyone else that he knew, and she swallowed it without hesitation.

"It's done."

"Lovely."

He held out a cup, and she, with good manners, poured him a portion. She was just starting to pour herself her own cup when he held his back out, having guzzled it down as fast as he could. Alys arched an eyebrow.

"Are you certain?"

"He kept us up all night. I'm going to need it."

"...Perhaps you will."

She poured him another cup, and he sipped that one more slowly. He savored the soft bitterness that was beneath the malted flavors on the surface, taking his time to really indulge himself.

Fyacin had drained half the cup when Alys cocked her head to the side and fixed him with a firm stare. Unlike him, she had a much more awake mind.

"Do you plan to explain your reasons for trapping us all in this arrangement?"

"Mmph?"

"You have relabeled all of us. And for what?"

"For ruining my life," he muttered, sipping the tea.

"We were teaching you a lesson. And we saved you, remember?"

"Hmmph. Kisari told me that you were meaning to teach me a lesson. Could it not have been done without...this?"

He gestured idly towards his groin, knowing that she knew what he meant. Already, in three days, his sac felt as if it hung down twice the distance that it once had, and he swore that his shaft was swimming in his own pre-cum. It wasn't, of course, as he had bathed himself fastidiously, but the feeling simply would not go away. It was as if the urge to cum had been translated into something else.

Alys obviously understood, but the way that she tilted her head to the side, she didn't seem to care. She was more annoyed at her own circumstances, obviously.

"I believe that Restriction is quite suitable for you."

"Really? And if I told our lord and master that you two were responsible for what had happened to me? That you had risked the treaty, the plan, for dealing with everything outside our Empire on a prank?"

That was met with nothing but a raw stare, but he knew that it was a suitable threat. The two of them would be in hot water, indeed, and might suffer what he had suffered, at the very least.

Fyacin did not follow that up, however. He knew that they were all in a difficult situation right now, and for once, he didn't want to make things worse. He just wanted to get on with his day, complete his job, and then get as much finished before the Emperor called him back to bed for another night of frantic sex.

Just the thought of it was enough to make the crusty bits on his rump and his legs feel all the more unpleasant, but he knew that it wasn't going to get better until he had a bath. He just hoped that he could get that without getting interrupted.

Tap tap.

And that's not going to happen, is it?

The two Counselor-Concubines looked at one another, daring the other to be the one to go to the door. Eventually, Fyacin gave in. He had less energy to resist than she did, and his curiosity had piqued despite himself.

The lion opened the door partway, merely a crack so that the servant outside could only see his face. The mouse in question bowed his head.

"Many pardons, oh Concubine."

"What is it?"

"The diplomats of the western and eastern lands are here, each ready to take possessions of the weapons that were promised to them."

He had thought that they had a little more time than that. Woan was a master smith, but even he could not have all the weapons ready for the diplomats by now. More to the point, they must have come up the mountains in record time to be here already.

Then again, they are hungry for the chance to have power. More than anything, a land will wish to be relevant to its neighbors, and to them, their only chance is through force of arms.

Fyacin made a quick decision, and he hoped that it was the right one.

"Tell them that they will be met in the Serpent Garden in two hours for an answer to their request."

"In two hours, sir?"

"Yes. It will be the bare minimum for the majesty that they will experience."

"Then I will pass that information to them, oh Concubine."

Fyacin shut the door, shaking his head in the process. The way that they called him that instead of 'Counselor' these days bothered him, but he knew that there was no going back, at least, not for a long time. Years, perhaps, until the memory of why this change had happened would fade from the minds of the people.

Even then, it might not be soon enough for their lord and master. He had changed things, and the Emperor did not like going back on his word.

Not even for a good reason...

The lion's tail twitched irritably as he walked naked back to the tea stand. Alys watched him with one raised eyebrow.

"And? What did the bold interrupter wish?"

"He said that the diplomats of the eastern and western lands are here for their weapons."

"That is...unreasonably soon."

"I imagine they wanted to get a jump on each other."

"That would make sense..."

"And they wished to talk to the Emperor about it."

Looking at the door to the Emperor's bedroom, they both knew without saying that there was no way that the white-furred monarch was going to make it down to the gardens without some help at the moment. She looked at him, wordlessly asking what he had said.

"I said to give us two hours."

"He won't wake in less than one, and likely not then."

"I know. We will have to do something else."

"Well, I could do something, but..." She shrugged, sipping her tea. "It wasn't my plan that got us into this."

"It was your plan that turned us into concubines," he countered.

"Hmmm, no, that was all your suggestion."

"Yes, in response to you leaving me helpless to others that would use me against the Emperor."

"You were..."

He cocked his head to the side, and Alys couldn't quite finish that statement without lying. She rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"I suppose we were a little harsh in our treatment of you, particularly considering the fact that you were to be dealing with other people."

"Finally, you admit it."

"But! I will not say that it was not deserved on some level. Our timing was wrong. Our deed was still fully appropriate."

Fyacin completely disagreed, but he knew that they were on the clock now. They had little time in which to pull together something that would satisfy the diplomats of the other lands, and he knew better than to keep them waiting. The fact that they were down a general - or at least, had had one shamed - would have them anxious to be seen to.

There were ways to handle this, though. It would mean a little bit of loss of face, but that was something that he or Alys could survive.

Particularly her.

"We can talk about that later," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "For now, I need your help with this."

"And why would you need my help?"

"For something...grand."

"...Are we talking theatrical, perhaps?"

"I may be talking of just such a thing."

"And would we be speaking gaudy things, or classy?"

"Classy, of course," Fyacin said with a snort. "I am no rank amateur, to play at such things. I will do it right or not at all."

Alys smiled slightly, and he smiled back. There were times, like this, where he almost felt like there might be something good to her. Something that he could enjoy, something that he could play off of.

"Then let us plan; we have two hours, and that should be more than enough."

"Indeed, indeed."

There was a moan from the other room, and both the lion and the hybrid blinked, looking towards the closed door to the Emperor's room. They realized at the same time that a certain sea dragoness hadn't come out, and that there was only one reason that such moaning could be occurring.

"...That..."

"...Bitch..."

They finished each other's sentences, and a glance across the table promised retribution to Kisari. But later. For now, they had a task to complete.

The End

Summary: After convincing the Emperor to do away with the Counselor position and instate a Concubine one, Fyacin has been used relentlessly. Four days later, he wakes and tries to put his head on straight...

Tags: off-screen sex, M/M, M/F, creampie, dirty, musky, lion, concubine, imperial, fantasy, series, hybrid, fox, mouse, politics, humor,