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A Little Less Counselor, A Little More Concubine

Part 19

For FyacinTia

By Draconicon

To be invited in by the Emperor rather than earning his place in the other man's bed was something that he hadn't expected. He had hoped for it, wished for it, that his previous place as the Imperial favorite might be restored. This was not that, but it was closer to it than anything that he had felt for some time. He lowered his head and took the fox's hand, allowing the arctic monarch to drag him through the room.

He knew that they were not going to indulge in the open. There were others that might come in, and while Kisari and Alys would be allowed to see what happened with the Emperor and his concubines, no others could. That was not the gift that the public deserved. It was not what the Emperor did for the world to see.

The light of the advisory chamber faded away, leaving them in a dimly-lit chamber suitable for one or two people. The walls were bare, soft and faded, painted to resemble the faded shadows of the underside of a cloud. The floor was bare, immaculately clean and brushed until not a hint of dust remained. In the center, with equal space from every wall, was a bed. Simple, soft, serene: it was the picture of a space of peace, rather than the place to bring one that would be taken in the throes of passion.

He realized that he had not seen this bedroom before, and he wondered how long it had been here. He wondered if he had ever been considered for this room before, and doubted it. Fyacin had always been a creature of temptation and pleasure, not one to complement this subtle beauty.

The Emperor guided him to the bed, sitting him down and gently laying him back. Fyacin allowed it, blushing as his cloak was finally completely taken from him. He felt vulnerable, his cheeks burning as his lord gently dragged his arms up and over his head, leaving him with his breasts leaning back more than usual. They didn't touch his chin, but he could feel the shift in weight, in their proportions and size, and the difference that made, and how different it felt, sent shivers down his spine.

"My lion. You do not know how beautiful you are."

"I was made to be handsome..."

"And you still are."

"My lord, beauty and handsomeness are not the same things."

"But they are not so dissimilar, either..." Soft, clawed fingers stroked along the side of his neck as he turned away. "You are still a lion of quality, regardless of whether you are he or she in body."

"..."

"Tell me...do you wish me to refer to you differently?"

"I...don't know..."

"Then I will call you by your name, my lion. My Fyacin."

Shivering at the Emperor's hands, Fyacin laid there as quietly as he could, just trying to absorb what was happening to him. Had he believed the Emperor would really get rid of him? No, but he had feared that there would be something that would change him forever, that he would be preferred as the thing he was becoming rather than the person that he was. The fear was fading, not yet gone, but fading, and he could control -

"Ah!"

He gasped as the white-furred monarch leaned down, soft lips and sharp teeth teasing their way up along the side of his left breast. The lion bit his own lips at the sensitivity that was down there, trying to resist the urge to hump his hips or thrust his chest forward. Even when they had played before, he had never endured such sensitivity there.

The fox was a master of the tease, too, slowly stroking along the other side of his chest, gently pushing his breasts up before letting them fall once more. Gentle fingers found his nipple and pulled it, twisted it, but never to the point of pain. Or at least, not to the point of unwelcome pain. Every little touch brought new shivers, new tremors to his spine, leaving him gasping and blushing as he felt outclassed.

"My lord - ah!"

A gentle finger had found its way between his legs, not entering him, but instead rubbing along his taint, pressing into that area and finding places that he had never realized were there. Just behind his sac, he was stroked, teased, rubbed, his caged shaft dripping once more as he was teased above and below.

"Mmmph..."

"Be silent, my lion...Allow me to play my instrument of choice...and see what music you may make."

It was a challenge, then, and a challenge that he could not succeed against, not against one that was such a hidden master of the craft. Fyacin gasped and moaned despite his best attempts at silence, shivering as he felt those touches working their way through him. Every slow rub, every gentle touch, brought more of that joy to him. His shaft danced in its cage, and his sac pulled up slowly and surely, almost filled to bursting with seed that wished to fly from a shaft incapable of releasing it.

And yet those teeth, that tongue, that gentle mouth worked his chest almost as well. He moaned, shivering, his arms over his head and clasped in chains that existed only in his mind. He was helpless before the touch of his lord and master, eager to give in and allow the fox to do what he would. There was something right about this, correct in a way that had been missing for so long.

"Please..."

"You will receive what you need, my lion."

"Mmmph..."

"And your patience will be rewarded."

The soft touches, the gently strokes, were subtly different to what he would have received when he was fully male. He knew that he was getting something different, something more...masculine, in its own way, from his master. The fox pressed down on him rather than bringing him close, dominated him in different, gentle ways to ensure that he knew that he was under the Emperor.

It was a different feeling, something that made him want to give in, to turn around and raise his tail rather than to show off and flaunt the way that he always did. He leaned his head back, exposing the hollow of his throat, and his master leaned in to kiss it. Teeth followed, the gentlest of nips that nonetheless left a mark beneath his fur.

"Ah!"

He was being treated like a female...and yet, it didn't bother him. He was embarrassed, yes, and there was something to that, as well, that brought a heat to him, but he was no longer humiliated, and that was all that mattered to him. He slowly lifted his hips, spreading his legs further, and the finger against his taint slowly lowered.

"My Fyacin, you submit to me so easily..."

"I have missed you, my Emperor."

"Do you wish my touch inside?"

"I always have."

"Do you crave it more, now?"

"I...yes..."

"Then come to me..."

The lion spread his legs further still, almost imagining that other hole as if it was something deeper, something warmer, something...wetter, for lack of a better term. He realized what he was imagining shortly before those fingers found his rim, and the image held as they slid in.

He arched his back once more, gasping under his breath. In that magical moment, he felt right. He felt...good, in his own way, like the feeling of the chastity cage around his shaft had been proper, and belonged there.

He felt...

He felt...

Changed, but in a good way. His breasts stirred slightly, almost like they might grow once more, but his attention was rapidly drawn beneath his tail again with the soft strokes of those fingers and the way that they pulled at his mind, dragging him right back to what he could be having soon.

Rolling his hips, the lion pushed down to meet the fingers, to pull them deeper inside. The Emperor indulged him, gently scissoring the two fingers already inside back and forth, pushing them deeper in before pulling them back once more. Every penetration left the lion moaning for more, and soon, he managed to roll onto his side. He dragged his leg up and over his side, showing off his hole from a different angle.

"Please, my Emperor..."

"You are all but in heat, my Fyacin."

"I am...I am in heat..."

"Are you? Are you a lioness, then?"

"I..." Fyacin shivered, feeling the soft clenches and clamps that were going on inside, almost as if they were true cramps of a female in heat. "If I am not, then I am beautiful enough to pass as one."

"That is not my question, my Fyacin." The fox Emperor straddled his leg, looking down at him as the royal shaft slid along his thigh. "Are you a lioness, or a lion? What shall I call you, then?"

"...Call me...as you always have. Yours."

"And what are you?"

"...Your lioness."

It felt right, strangely right, to say that. He had never considered the shift from male to female to be correct for him until that moment, but just saying that out loud made him feel...better. Perhaps he was not losing as much as he had thought, and perhaps, just perhaps, she was gaining something that she needed.

"I am your lioness, my Lord and Emperor."

"Then allow me to treat you as one."

There was no great disrespect, no sudden shift. There was only a difference in how she was held. Fyacin shivered as she was all but embraced, held in a grip that was gentler, more trusting, allowing her to press closer rather than being gripped as if she might escape. There was a difference in how the Emperor looked down at her, but again, not one that made her feel less. It was just different.

The lioness lost herself in the gentle movements between them, soft, smooth, never harsh, never rough. She had thought that she would want that, that there would be something in her that would want to be claimed, roughly taken, but it was not suited for this room. Even now, she had the sense that different things belonged in different places. Something like that belonged in a different room.

This place? This softness, this serenity, was meant for this place, where gentle love and acceptance of the moment mattered more than the raw passion of the bedroom. She sighed gently as she felt the fox's shaft sliding deeper, his sac gently trailing along her thigh.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You are ever welcome, my Fyacin."

She turned as he leaned down for her, and she parted her lips against his. She had tasted him this way before, but again, differently. Their tongues teased, but did not war. It was more an exchange, a touch for a touch, a kiss and a parting, rather than to push and tease.

He was harder than ever within her, and he gently pressed on her. She turned almost by instinct, and the Emperor slid a pillow beneath her hips, lifting her up and leaving her spread properly.

"My Lord?" she asked.

"Allow me to take you as your new self permits."

"You mean...as a..."

"Are you not?"

"...I...I suppose..."

"My Fyacin..." The Emperor reached out, cupping her cheek. "Trust me."

The lioness nodded, slowly allowing her legs to be spread further. Despite the fact that his shaft was still under her tail rather than in a certain feminine hole, she felt...right. She felt good with what she had, and what she could offer her Emperor. Fyacin looked up at the fox, slowly nodded her head, and leaned back as the fox pressed in once more.

The new angle brought a different feeling with it. She didn't know if the potion had changed her insides, but she felt more connected, more intimate with her lord and master than ever before. There was a pleasurable tingle that ran through her, something that didn't spike, but rather just kept her happy, contented. It didn't take long before the lioness found herself purring to the sensation, and rather than be embarrassed, she rode it further, allowing it to take her to greater heights.

"My Emperor..."

"My Fyacin."

And so they remained, connected at the hips as the lord of the land and the lady of the court pressed themselves together. The bed was surprisingly still, their movements minimal, their sounds soft and sheltered within the gentle, subdued shadows of the room. This was their place for the moment, and Fyacin could have asked for nothing better. She submitted to her new role, and found it...good.

The End

Summary: Fyacin gives in to the pleasure of the Emperor, and embraces something different for herself.

Tags: M/M, M/F, semi-trans, female, acceptance, flirtation, gentleness, loving, fox, lion, lioness, chastity cage, breast play, fingering, rubbing, anal, changing position, fantasy, series,