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Her Merciful Paws

For VermillionWinterborn

By Draconicon

"I'm afraid the mansion is not for sale."

The statement had been one that she'd made a dozen times in the last year or so. Of course, she should have expected it. The new rich were looking to buy up any number of properties for their own reasons, and there were many upstart young ones that were able to get loans on a scale that nobody in Vermillion's time would have been able to match. All for status, of course.

That said, they were not going to have their status at the cost of hers.

The gray-furred vixen sipped at her tea as the wolf across from her leaned over the table. Her eyes dropped down to the wolf's cleavage, well-presented for a young woman of that age, perhaps too much so. Vermillion imagined that the wolf woman had been using her body for some time to get what she wanted, though never with another woman. That much was clear from her aggression.

"Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?" the wolf, one Amser, shouted. "I'm making a damn good offer for your house. I bet you that it's rat-infested on most of the floors, but I'm still offering you millions here."

"Millions would not suffice to buy the history that has accumulated in these walls."

"I'm not interested in the history. All I want is the house. What's it going to take to get you out of here, huh? I mean, old woman like you -"

"Ah."

Vermillion held up a finger to stop the other woman. It went ignored, Amser turning her back as she kept shouting.

"You think this is worth millions? I bet you wouldn't get even a few hundred thousand from anyone else. What the hell does it matter to you, anyway?"

"...If you would stop talking -"

"And that's another thing. You look stupid in those old clothes. If you wanted me to take you seriously, stop dressing so - Ah!"

Vermillion had had enough. Her house, she could hear insulted. It was a precious possession, yes, but it was also a house, a thing. There was no need to be too proud about it as long as she maintained it well.

Her age, on the other hand, had been a true insult. She was still two hundred years young, after all, and looking good for it.

And to insult her clothes...

She did remove her nails from the wolf's neck, but she did not step away. She stroked her long, talon-like claws along Amser's shoulders as she walked around the other woman, drawing a red line through her fur as she scraped through the dark fuzz.

"I would thank you not to speak so...crassly...about myself and my clothes. Regardless of your low standards, there is much you could learn from paying attention to me. Much you could learn that would keep you...alive."

"What...what are you talking about?" Amser whispered.

"Ah, already afraid?" Vermillion chuckled. "The fire, dear. Where did all that fire go? Was it so easy to extinguish with a little blood?"

Not much, of course. She had enough control of herself to avoid spilling much, despite her irritation. But it was a temptation...a serious temptation.

She lifted her fingers from the wolf's shoulders, looking at the few droplets that had gathered on the ends of the digits. Her lips curled back, showing her fangs, and the wolf woman gasped, almost falling over the table behind her.

"You...you're a..."

"A vampire?" She chuckled. "Oh, quite so...and one that does not take kindly to repeated, rude treatments. Now...what should I do with -"

She hadn't even finished her sentence before the wolf woman was off like a shot, the other woman's skirt flaring and shooting up as she ran as fast as she could. Vermillion sighed, gesturing towards the door.

Amser was running so fast that she slammed into it as it shut in her face. As the wolf fell to the floor, cupping her nose, the vixen sat down at the table again.

"When you're done groaning in pain, return to me. I am not going to kill you, but you are going to earn your freedom."

"Mmph...how am I supposed to trust that?"

"Well, you aren't dead yet, are you?"

As she sipped her tea, she could tell that the wolf woman was still thinking of running. However, her options were limited, and starkly so, by the vampire's power. Amser might have been an abrasive woman, but Vermillion could tell that the other woman wasn't stupid...or entirely, biologically, a woman.

You should wear a better skirt for running if you want to hide that bulge, the vixen thought.

Eventually, the wolf returned to her. A simple stare sufficed to keep her on her knees, waiting impatiently for the vixen to finish her tea. It was little more than a power play for the vampire, taking her time, forcing the other woman to wait. It pleased her to see the rude one squirm.

Finally, she set it aside, crossing her legs over each other. Her paw bobbed up and down, the toes curling.

"You wish to leave this place, alive?" the vixen asked.

"...Yes, ma'am."

"Then you will do exactly as I say. I have been without company and without distractions for far too long."

"...What do you...what do you want me to do?"

"You will start at my paws. Take the left one."

After a moment's hesitation, Amser did just that, lifting the vixen's left paw from where it lay crossed over the right. She lifted it into the air, holding the toes just in front of her face. Each breath was a warm puff of air across her toes that the vixen enjoyed perhaps more than was seemly.

"Mmm, yes..."

"Now what?"

"Now?" Vermillion chuckled. "Now, you are going to worship it."

"...What?"

"Begin with licking."

"But...but you..."

"I did say you would earn your freedom. Now earn it."

It took a bit of pressure, both from her eyes and from her paw, to draw the other woman into action, but when she started, she was...serviceable. Not entirely talented, it must be said, but serviceable.

The soft, lapping touch of the wolf's tongue across her toes and the pads upon them was a lovely distraction, however. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth and wetness as the long appendage dragged between them and along the flesh just below them. Each lick left the fur damp and a bit matted down.

She opened one eye, smirking slightly at the discomfort on Amser's face. A bit of discomfort, a bit of embarrassment...

And perhaps a little more than that, if her nose was any judge.

Vermillion shifted her other paw forward, sliding it under the wolf's skirt and between her thighs. Further, further up it went, until -

"Mmmph!"

Amser's sudden gasp of surprise was gagged by several toes. The vixen smiled, pinning the wolf's tongue in place with one paw while the other explored several heavy orbs, curling against them, tugging them down before moving further up. A shaft that might have easily been hidden inside of its sheath had popped free, pointing up and forward rather than being shy and small.

"Well, well. Might someone be enjoying this?" the vixen asked.

"Mmmph..."

"Don't worry. There is no shame before me...only service. And service...should be rewarded."

"Mmmm?"

"Don't think you're done yet...I will have you clean whatever mess you make...but you might as well learn to love your mistress's touch."

"Mrrriss-ressss?!"

"Yes. Did you think anything else would result from this?"

Shaking her head, she lowered her spit-soaked toes to the wolf's skirt. She dragged them along the slight bulge over the top, then forced it to the side, revealing what lay beneath.

The canine shaft was modest, at best, though it was certainly a fine delivery system for the seed sacks that hung beneath. The furry orbs looked well and truly stuffed, and the perversions that every vixen carried in their hearts stirred as she imagined them being emptied all over her paws.

Bringing them together over the tip of Amser's shaft, she slowly dragged her paws down, one on either side. It took merely two strokes to get the other woman to start dripping pre-cum, and two more to have her gasping, thrusting her hips forward.

"Mmmph...nnnngh...this...this isn't..."

"Fair?" Vermillion chuckled. "My dear, whatever made you think that this would be fair?"

She had many plans for the younger woman, many plans that would slowly mold her into a good, obedient girl beneath her paws. It would take time, but Vermillion was a good judge of other people. This girl, this puppy, would not resist. Not more than a token amount, anyway.

"Now...be a good girl...hump your mistress's paws..."

The End