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The New Hand Around The House (/adhg/hmofa/ story)

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Pt.0 – Orientation

'Finally,' I began to write in my journal, pen held tight with anticipation, 'after all the hard work: blood, sweat, tears, you name it, I've finally graduated and got accepted as a fully registered Butler. Better yet, there's a place only a couple hours away from me that has a position available, effective immediately. Thankfully, with the help and new degree from this school, Cottage Grove Butler Academy, I've got a feeling I'm going be a perfect fit. I wonder…'

I place my pen down to take a look out the window to my right. The plane ride was certainly comfortable but I couldn't understand why they wouldn't just have someone pick me up by car, or just let me be the one to drive. Guess they didn't want to waste any time. Maybe they really needed someone as soon as possible. Or what if I could be getting myself into something bigger than I knew?

Screw that! I busted my ass, fair and square. I'm not allowed to get any doubts about what I'm capable of, especially knowing how much it cost me to get inside the school in the first place. I knew I'd be paying off my debts with time but the loans wouldn't be that hard to recompense. Plus I'm still in pretty decent shape: the late nights studying and eating cheap ramen to pay for books were rough though. As I exhaled, a smirk crossed my face, “Ah hell, worth it."

My thoughts and my pen kept me busy until the intercom announced that we would be landing shortly. Taking account all my personal items, I started to get ready for what was to be my new life. It's a shame I had no clue about the family I was to be attending to. You'd think they would let me know ahead of time or at least give me some information, but it definitely adds a certain level of suspense. Who knows, maybe if I do well enough in the beginning, they'll give me a raise. A devilish grin from ear to ear was cut short by the plane making touchdown. The shaking eventually stopped and we grabbed our luggage. I didn't have anything but a small duffle bag of personal clothes and basic toiletries since they sent my formal clothes via laundry service. The thought dawned on me, “What would the family think of me in these street clothes?" All I could hope for was for them to not judge too harshly on outer appearances.

The maze-like structure of the airport was hard to navigate but sooner or later I made it to the entrance. Pulling out my journal, I re-read the notes about who was to pick me up. I spoke to myself, “Look for a German Shephard, huh?" The name underneath read “Oskar." One look out into the crowd of pedestrians and I could instantly tell him apart from the others. Jeez! This guy was big. He definitely looked the part too: buttoned up head-to-toe with a thousand-yard stare that said, 'Business Only.' I made my way casually and decided to skip greetings as promptly as possible, “Are you Oskar?" I extended my hand out to him.

“Yes." he said while in turn shaking my hand, almost hard enough to lift me off the ground, “This way, Anon."

We walked a short distance to a sleek, black car with a beautiful stripe finish. You could tell it was an older model but kept in great condition. It must've been a Mustang or something similar; more than I could ever afford. I loaded my bag in the back and took a seat. Oskar just kept his attention forward and drove away. Within ten minutes, the large cityscape began to transition to a more rural setting with colors of all types of green dominating my peripheral vision. Small ranch houses and farmland littered the outskirts, which was a nice change of pace. I wanted to offer some small talk but I had a gut feeling just to ride this out. I could feel his cold demeanor put a chill through the car and I wasn't about to challenge it. Looking closer, there were some gray hairs in his well-kept fur. Maybe he was stressed too…

“Holy shit." I whispered in disbelief. A lot sooner than expected, we reached a building unlike any of the others; a mansion, as grandiose as the driveway through the main gate. It even challenged the school I went to, in terms of architectural design. Just how wealthy was this family? Who were they? My body felt like it was sinking in the seat and my stomach was filled with lead. Now I wonder if this job was really too good to be true.

“We're here." Oskar said, turning the ignition off and exiting the car.

I gulped down my fear.

“No sense keeping them waiting."

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Pt.1 – Meat and Greet

Grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder, I walked up the steps to the front door. This place even had two columns on their damn porch. It had to be anywhere from three, maybe four stories tall, but the building itself looked like two. Still, my heart paced with each step. Oskar was a little ahead and to my left, looking just as stoic as ever. If he could be like that, I could be too. Deep breaths, my guy.

“Just on schedule," Oskar said punctually, looking down at a watch that hid underneath his suit, “They'll want to meet with you as soon as possible so you'd better get changed."

“Right." I answer instinctively, looking towards the german shephard. He stopped in his tracks at the top of the steps, turning his head slightly to gaze back at me. Shit. “Y-Yes, sir." Looks like I'd better be careful about the way I talk, casual is a no-go. Remember what you were taught. You got this. Don't let the first day on the job jitters get to you.

The place was actually smaller on the inside than I thought. There were a couple decorations here and there, making the foyer seem packed but then it divided itself between different hallways. The west wing had a large door, maybe to a dining room, east led to personal chambers, including mine on the second floor. Thankfully, we wasted no time and headed directly there – last door on the left. It had pretty much everything I could want in it: a view of the entrance, nice desk, big dresser, small cabinet with a mirror, and a huge bed with luxurious sheets on it. Part of me sighed happily just to have a bed that wasn't from a Wowmart store. It looked like all of my suits were already placed in the dresser so they must've been ready for some time now.

“You got 5 minutes." Oskar said, before leaving the room to close the door.

“Yes sir." I said without hesitating this time.

“And one more thing…"

“Yes?"

“Do _ not _ get any ideas."

The sound of the door's latch was the last thing I heard. W-wait, what did he mean by 'ideas?' That phrase had me puzzled for about ten seconds, pondering whatever possibilities in my head. The thing most on my mind was what happened to the last butler that worked here. What if he had just as much experience as me? Maybe they threw him out for a single mistake, or worse. Ah, fuck it. No sense worrying myself any more than I already have. It's time to get to work.

The suit I was given by the Academy was meant to last me a long time, tailored to my specific measurements with a small crest on the collar that showed their insignia. I could never afford a suit like this on my own, let alone the distinct texture and velvety lining inside. The mirror definitely helped as I adjusted my tie one last time. Not a second later, Oskar opened the door, looked me up and down, then gestured towards the main foyer. I couldn't tell but I thought I saw a smirk on his face as I passed. I could never tell anthro anatomy well enough to know the difference between certain facial expressions. Either way, we kept pace with each other until we could see from the rails on the second floor balcony…

My eyes immediately recognized the head of the family before anyone else. Her name was Valeria Du Faux, a female gray fox with a name as simple and elegant as her brand clothing. 'Faux Wear' is what they called it, having the appeal of all types of anthros for it's designs made specifically for each specie. I had heard she had seven children: six of them female and only one male. Apparently they were all here except for the male. Each had a uniquely tailored outfit almost defining their bodies just as well as their mother. Just goes to show the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and damn, did they follow in their mother's footsteps. Her body perfectly contoured with the deep blue dress she wore contrasting well with the subtle colors of her gray and brown fur. I could barely make out her piercing gaze before they darted to look towards us, immediately sending a chill through me.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Anon." Valeria said with a certain grace as I made my way down the stairs, walking fast to greet her in turn, “I've heard a great deal of your experience at the Academy and I just knew we could use somebody with your skills; organized, energetic, and quick to learn." Her arm extended only slightly to shake with mine while the other brushed her chin lightly. Picturesque didn't even begin to describe this lady's features: thin lips with a long muzzle, beautiful fur that rode her body likes waves, pointed ears with small white tufts in them, a puffy, black-stripped tail that nearly touched the ground, and those dagger-like amber eyes…

“Yes, Miss Du Faux," I quickly bowed my head and shook her hand with care, “The pleasure's all mine." I could never tell how to shake hands for a lady, let alone someone of her status. The soft touch of her hand revealed small pads underneath so I guess they could be called paws? Meeting face to face also revealed that she was just tall as me. Around 5'10" but that's with heels. I didn't want to be awkward, especially with all of her children's eyes on me, so I backed up near Oskar and crossed my hands behind my back. I knew nothing about them other than some looked distinct and more matured in certain areas. I had other things to keep my mind occupied, though.

“Ahh, well-mannered too." A sly chuckle escaped from her razor-like teeth, “Unfortunately, as you can see, we're heading to a gathering right now. Oskar, my dear son, will be able to show you around. Help you get on your feet." My head turns to look toward him and back to Valeria. “Don't worry darling, he's very good at what he does so pay attention. We'll be back before midnight. Ciao!"

She was the first to turn away, the echo of her heels resonating in the foyer as she walk out the front door. Then, just like that, the other's followed her footsteps. I could immediately feel the tension in my body dissipate once the door closed, leaving me and Oskar standing alone. Still, it got me thinking, “This was her family, huh?"

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Pt.2 – The After-Party

We spent the later half of the day learning about the ins and outs of the family's daily routine. It was around this time that some of the servants showed themselves and made the house tidy once again. All of the staff were made up of different animals but learning names would come with time. There were more pressing matters like budgets, expenses, events, everything I signed up for. It was a lot to cram in, almost making me wish I could take a breather, maybe a shower to cool off from the mid-autumn weather. Thankfully, it seemed like Oskar had been doing this for some time so things went by quick. I transferred as many notes as I could into my journal. I'm sure they would come in handy sooner or later. Before we knew it, it was already dark.

A crescent moon hung low and lit up the driveway, making it almost unnecessary to have the lights on. Even so, we waited patiently for their return. I took some free time to myself to write in my journal again. For some reason I couldn't come to terms with the idea of working for such a renown woman. I mean, I'm happy for the experience but maybe it's just the way she acts or how she presents herself. There's something so alluring about her that makes me feel- almost like prey. Those fine curves, all hidden underneath that eccentric dress. My mind was flooded with different poses, sketching out roughly the “what if's." I knew I would never know the exact details but it was too tempting, like a mouse trap waiting to be sprung. Each scratch of pen on paper got my blood pumping and shivers down my spine. A faint glare of headlights signaled the end of my free time. “At least I got that out of my system," I said, putting the journal in my pocket.

Two cars pulled up, just as slick as the one I arrived in, with members of the family exiting from each side. Small giggles and shifts between footsteps was all it took to notice there had been some drinks involved. Both me and Oskar greeted them as they walked through the front door, even though it seemed like they were ignoring us on the way to their rooms. Valeria, however, was the only one with a somewhat-composed demeanor, despite being the last one to step inside.

“The event went well?" Oskar asked simply.

“Ahh yes, darling." Valeria mentioned while her body moved in tandem with an unknown rhythm. Looks like the alcohol got to her too. “Everything was perfect.~ We had such a good time there. Oh how I wish you could've come to meet some of our clients. You remember Sharri, right? She has a daughter about your age. You two would get along very well.~" She continued her spiel while gracefully walking towards her chambers before stopping dead in her tracks. It seemed like something was out of the ordinary for her as she lifted her head up, doing an 180-spin to take a look at me. Her eyes narrowed in as she strut her way over, “And you…"

“Yes, Miss Du Faux?"

“How much did you learn in my absence?" Her walk continued around me. Slow. Methodical. Each tap of her heels echoed in the foyer while she circled me.

“I wrote down as many notes as I could. It's actually very-" As I grabbed my journal from my pocket to list some of the details, her paw snatched it without a second thought. My head followed her as my expression immediately went from proud, to a stupor, to- Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit.

“I want to hear all~ about it, darling." she gingerly added, walking away with the journal between two fingers. Before she completely escaped into the dimly lit hallway, my body swiveled towards Oskar's direction, almost looking for an answer from him. He just raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and walked away.

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Pt.3 – Late Night Lesson

A couple of minutes have passed.

Her room was at the end of the first floor hallway. The door was open just enough for a ray of light to escape, however the distance seemed to stretch longer than it was. I'm dead. If she opens that journal… Wait, what am I talking about? M-maybe she wont notice. I mean, there's plenty of pages she'd have to go through before she reads about my thoughts on her. Yeah. Yeah! Just play it cool and I can probably get out of this. My body froze just before the door and knocked lightly. It's just better to get this quick and over with. Besides, if I managed to prove I'm capable enough, maybe she could let it slide..? Hell, it wasn't any different than social media platforms complimenting her body, and she'd probably seen plenty of that.

“Come in, Anon.~" The voice called out with a sultry tone. Peering into the room, I could see some of the same amenities, just scaled a size or two bigger: large room, multiple chairs, bigger bed, huge cabinets, also an open bottle of whiskey on the cabinet. The aroma in the room probably meant she drank some more. “Please, take a seat." She seemed to be using a mirror to take off some of her jewelry so I oblige, all while trying to scan for my journal. No luck so far.

“Have you ever stayed inside such a lovely home?~" Valeria placed down a necklace, one that must've been hidden between her brown chest tufts. Her body swayed in place along with her tail peering from underneath that contoured dress. There was a certain rhythm to her movements, hypnotic and enticing.

“No I haven't, Miss Du Faux."

“Tell me now, and be honest, what are your goals here?"

“I…" My mind seemed to run blank for a moment. What exactly am I trying to do here, other than secure my job? It seemed like too much of an open-ended question, so my answer came out simply, “I'm not sure I understand, Miss Du Faux."

All she answered with was a low humming sound. W-Was that good or bad? My mind pondered for a moment while she fumbled with her dress' back zipper for some time, making a couple frustrated pants before asking, “Oh shoot. Can you help a lady with this?~" The voice beckoned, as if it were a siren's song, “I just can't seem to get it by myself, Anon…~"

Slowly, I got up from my chair, placing both hands at my sides while I made my way towards her. The air in the room felt a lot warmer – it seemed to radiate from her body, almost as if it were caressing me without a touch. My heart almost skipped a beat when her face turned towards me, a glint from her eyes met with mine. No pressure. Just do what she asks. With my right hand, I placed one finger and thumb on the zipper and slowly moved downward from her arched back. The material looked soft but I guess she didn't want it to stretch out, even though it could. Expensive cashmere? It hugged her lithe form, almost as if it was specifically crafted just for her.

Her left paw grasped towards mine, bringing it over to her hips. A small moan squeaked from her breath as my fingertips made contact. I couldn't tell before but now, she definitely fit the category of motherly, at least for a vixen such as herself. It took an immense amount of willpower to keep my body from betraying itself. Maybe she already knew? I had no choice other than to continue. My grip dragged the zipper down, each click, working all the way until it stopped on her lower back.

“Mmm. That's better." She lift her arms, letting the dress caress her body as it slid down her fur. It no longer held her breasts down, giving them a small bounce. Her bare back and ass were on display, showing off her luxurious and smooth coat. She didn't even decide to wear anything underneath! I can't look. This was my employer. Was this some kind of test? Why would she go through with this? Or did she actually read- “You want your journal back, right?" Immediately, I felt a strong push against my chest, something square-shaped sent me back onto her bed. It wasn't an immense force but it caught me off-guard enough to disorient. Senses were taken away for a split second. It was all she needed. Her form stood above with one of her paws pressing against my collar bone, giving a clear view between her long legs. The room's glow defined her body all the way down to her glistened sex. Was she enjoying this? At least the view was nice-

“ACK!"

“Let's get one thing straight, Anon," Valeria scolded, pushing more of her weight onto her paw, “I'm not about to have some sexual deviant ruin my reputation. I have put more on the line than you could have ever hoped to achieve in five of your lifetimes." Before I could get a breath in, she lifted herself up and sauntered off her bed. “Gather your things by morning. After that, you're free to go."

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Pt.4 – Screwdriver

You are Anon.

It must have felt like hours, just staring at the ceiling wondering what exactly you had done. You didn't even realize the journal was thrown onto your chest in the commotion. You were just- speechless. You couldn't even accomplish a day at work without an incident. To get fired from Valeria Du Faux herself? There's no way you could recover from that. Were those years at school for nothing? Did it even matter?

“No." Hell no. Fuck her! You're not letting your career die like this. “I'm not leaving."

“What did you say, Anon?" Valeria, who was busy putting on a deep red nightgown, immediately brought her attention to you. The thing wasn't fully tied up before she decided to face you, showing much of her features. There was no tell but you knew sparks ignited in the vixen's stare, leading to a gaze of hellfire.

“I put more effort into getting this job than you think you know, Miss Du Faux," You pronounced as you got up from her bed, taking a couple defiant steps towards her. “I've worked my way through all sorts of hell that you don't even know about to get here. I'm not losing my job over what- a personal diary?"

“This had better be a fucking joke!" Her legs stomped directly towards you, both of your bodies clashing at the center of her room, ready for battle. “Who do you think you are to tell me what to do? Why would I have any reason to keep someone who fantasizes about their boss? I mean, did you even read what was in there?" Valeria pushed one of her fingers directly into your suit. Her claw, being as sharp as it was, dug it's way between the fabric, barely scraping against your skin.

“I can give you one good reason."

“And why the hell would I listen to you?"

“You're washed up."

“...What?" For the first time, it seemed she had been taken aback by something. More importantly, someone.

“Yeah." You thought you were talking out of your ass for once, but it was true. “Even talk shows have said your brand isn't as popular as it could be. Whatever financial experts you have aren't utilizing every asset at their disposal, or just charging you too much for shit work. You could be prioritizing on expanding your image outside the country's lines. Not to mention the distribution between stores is shoddy at best, sometimes being out-of-stock for weeks over minor clerical errors. Ring any bells?"

Valeria's teeth were bared, seething between breaths that made her shoulders rise and fall. Maybe it was because it was the truth. Maybe she didn't want to hear it. You weren't an expert in finances but taking a class or two has helped budget through tough times. You think you even knew a buddy of who could help. If anything, this was the best trump card that you could play. The only one you knew you could play. That still didn't keep her finger from embedding itself in your suit, slowly digging its way deeper in your skin.

“So… What do you propose?"

“I help you out – not only here, but with your business too. You said it yourself, “I'm willing to learn."" Your chest hurt but there's no way you were going to give her an inch. “If I don't produce results, you have every right to toss me out. Deal, Miss Du Faux?" Your voice seemed to resist itself while saying her name. Wait, now wasn't the time for causing more trouble. You had to end this, here and now.

Her amber gaze once again pierced through you, trying to see if this was all a bluff or not. The gears were turning in her head: What did she have to lose from this… What to gain? It was at this moment that an idea dawned, causing a roguish grin of her teeth to show. Her claw retracted, leaving a small stain of blood on the puncture hole.

“Alright darling, I'll play your game. On one condition." She raised her finger, licking a bit of blood off her claw. Her other paw grasped at your tie, immediately bringing you down to her level with a quick tug. “One you're going to regret."

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Pt.5 – Unsafe Work Practices

The air in the room seemed to change in an instant: Small hairs on the back of your neck stood straight, goosebumps lined your arms, lips dry from the amount of breaths you took. You felt waves of what you could only define as “terror" make their way though your spine. You were no longer looking at your employer or a fashion designer. This woman had turned into a beast with one purpose… It was to chew you up and spit you out.

“Get on your knees."

Valeria's low voice growled the command into your ear, still holding tight onto your tie. A dumbfound expression crossed your face wondering what was happening, or better yet, what was going to happen. Before you had any more time to think, the stinging sensation of a pair of claws dug into your shoulder. “Fuck!" It was the only phrase you could utter in the heat of the moment. The fresh wound took you by surprise before she released her paw, causing even more pain as she slowly whispered again.

“Shh. I won't tell you twice."

It took you a second to adjust yourself but you followed her instructions this time, promptly. You took a second to look at your shoulder: the cut wasn't too bad, you definitely needed a new suit though. The real kicker was the sting – it made your eyes water and your teeth grit. One abrupt tug of your tie brought your attention back to the culprit. Her claw, still fresh with red, dragged itself under your chin and forced you to look up. The once-familiar face in this new light was a chilling sight… to see her revel in your pain.

“That look suits you better," Valeria dragged a thumb to pull against your lower lip, a watchful gaze hidden underneath her lidded eyes, “but we should do something about that mouth of yours. Come." There was a certain gait in her step, the sway in her tail, everything about her had a plan for you when she made her way to the bed, pulling you along for the ride. Despite devious temptations and all, you knew you had to go along with it. That still didn't suppress the hesitation in your heart, but what good would that do? You never had sex before, and yet you had to follow these orders. Was this really going to be your first time? You had to see this out. You had to-

“Stop." Her voice commanded once more, sitting herself at the edge of the bed. You had to be no more than a foot away from her, keeping all efforts on your attention to her face. The loose nightgown hung over her body, concealing what little it could, but that didn't stop the occasional glance or two at her features. It felt primal, just like the aura she manifested behind those eyes. Not a second later, Valeria raised her leg, taking her time displaying herself before you. She was waiting to see your next move. Taunting you. You couldn't even stop yourself if you tried. This game was rigged from the start.

One glance of her slick sex was all it took.

“You poor thing," her feigned expression only served as another slap in the face, “there's only one thing that matters to a man. Isn't that right?" She took the liberty to untie the robe, one of her paws playfully twiddled the sash in her digits while working her way down. Your eyes followed, hypnotized by her movements, as she splayed her legs wider. One of her fingers grazed her lips before rubbing them deeply and flicking upwards against her button, the fur soaking wet with her scent. A few low moans and passionate exhales echoed in the empty room, and your head. Just how long would she continue for? The laborious and exaggerated twitch of her digits was all to pull you in: she had to be a master of seduction and temptation with that divine body. You longed for a taste you didn't know of. You started craving for nothing but her.

After what had felt like a lifetime of chastity, she raised her paw above your head. A thin string of fluid reflected in the light after leaving her sex, hanging low enough to entice your attention. As she lowered her digit, you allowed yourself to her whims, letting the strand on your tongue as well as her paw. Immediately, the scent of her powered over all else, lulling your eyes with her heavenly aroma and taste, trying your best to suckle the last drops from her fur. It intoxicated you to the point of madness. You had to have more.

“Mmm," the vixen growled, “looks like you can be trained after all." Once she withdrew her digit from your mouth, the trance was broken, only for it to be beckoned closer and closer to the source. Your face could feel the heat radiating from her inviting you to a world of ecstasy. One careful lick after another, you slowly delved further and further. Her grip loosened on your tie, allowing herself to other pleasures while you were lost in her nirvana. Placing one of her paws on her apple-sized breasts, she mashed against them until they were taut. “Goood boy. Just like that.~"

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Pt. 6 – …Got It Bad

She had been patient, savoring this moment since you were hers. Taking her free paw against the back of your head, she pulled you in, grinding herself against you. You were condemned to her desires, and it was strange to admit it but you felt perfectly fine completely lost in her being. Each lap of your tongue against flesh sent your mind into a frantic trance: the only thing you could muster as a coherent thought was pose after pose of orgasmic bliss with nobody but her. It seemed her mind had also been stuck in a trance. She moaned to praise you, reward you, filling your mouth with more and more of that ambrosia.

“I need you." She pulled your head back, knocking you from your sex-fueled coma, “Now." Her paw grasped the air until your tie came into her clutches, bringing you from the hard floor onto the soft cushions of a mattress. You wasted no time to undress further, sinking and rising between movements. You tossed off the scratched suit and started unbuttoning your undershirt as fast as you could, but Valeria was restless: she simply cut your belt and ripped her way past your pants. Sharp claws tattered what remained of the fabric against your ankles, along with a couple fresh marks on skin. The only thing left below was your slightly-torn and tented boxers.

“Off." One of her digits pressed down against the waistband. You supplied the same force on the other side. Excitement caught the vixen's breath watching it all unfold, right until the moment your sex bounced freely and bare in front of her. Lust-filled stares and sighs elicited just what you needed to know. You fixed your position above her, feeling her tug again and again on that leash of yours – she was impatient and in heat. “Good boy." she whispered.

The quiet of the night was met with slaps of flesh on fur, man on vixen. Hips bucked slowly against one another: her breasts parted and bounced with each thrust, arching her back to the rhythm of your love while your body fluidly moved to please and entice every crevice. She locked her eyes with yours watching you experiment, to feel all that she had to offer and find her most pleasurable spots: a change in her moan, the ends of her fur standing on edge, a grip of the bed sheets. She had many ways for her body to speak out, to tell you, “Yes! There! More!" without saying a word. There was no denying she was drunk off it. With one quick tug, the woman pulled you into her clutches, locking her legs around your waist as best she could while her other paw sunk itself into your back. That familiar sting caught you in place.

“Don't fucking stop now." A press of her paws sunk blades deeper into your skin, enough to shift your tempo again. You wanted to continue – to dull your senses of all forms of pain. Teeth clenched to bare the fight ahead. However, she must've been clever enough to tell. In one motion, she brought her muzzle near your shirt's collar, pressing her teeth into the fabric: the spot immediately becoming warm with her saliva and breath. If at any point she felt you were getting too comfortable, she added more pressure causing your arms to shake and body to crumple. Damn, why did it hurt like hell, yet feel so good?

Time had passed without being thought of, it didn't matter. All that mattered was now. You felt yourself renewed with vigor every time she loosened her grip, then at her mercy when she decided it. Your body was a trophy for her: covered with her marks, her scent, her passion. And she was nearing that final moment. So were you.

Those hastened shlicks of lubricated flesh brought both of you into a fever dream, aching and in need of release.

Paws trembled with each pulse, “Yes!"

Knees buckled with each thrust, “Fuck!"

And then it happened.

The submission to ecstasy was nothing short of blissful. She held onto you tighter than ever, velvety walls milked you as you sent waves upon waves of your seed deep within her. Valeria moaned out to you, loving it, relishing it, and just like that, your mind went blank. Stuck in a world of white static, alone with her, that single moment playing over and over in your head. Then, everything felt dark and heavy.

Completely drained of all energy, you passed out.

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Pt.7 – Loose Ends

A ray of light flickered from the curtains, coaxing you from your deep sleep. Your body was warm, tucked into the luxurious sheets of your bed. The sheer number of them made it hard to even decide against sleeping in. You turn your head to try and gauge the time. It was hard to tell between your blurry vision and the distance from the curtains but it must've been eight o'clock. “Oh right, work."

As soon as you got up, that's when the pain set it. Your shoulder and neck hurt, your back, legs, arms, everything ached like a hangover with a vengeance. It brought your eyes open wide and your attention back to reality.

“Mmm, don't move so much." You were still in Valeria's room, in her bed, completely naked with her body beside you. Did she undress you while you were unconscious? A voice called out from the door.

“Breakfast, ma'am." It was two of the maids, bringing a set of breakfast trays to Valeria's chambers. One of them brought a tray to you, trying their best not to make eye contact.

“Thank you," she said with a smug grin, “Don't forget to bring one of Anon's suits here."

You could tell one of the maids was used to this picking up immediately and leaving the room, while the other stood stiff as a board before excusing themselves. Valeria took this time to bring her paw under your chin, directing your attention to her gaze. Her body pressed against you further, giving you a small kiss on the lips.

“Now, where were we..?"