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A Little Less Counselor, A Little More Concubine

Part 20

For FyacinTia

By Draconicon

The day passed with the lioness in the Emperor's arms. Nobody interrupted them; perhaps Alys knew what had passed between Fyacin and her Emperor, or perhaps fate offered them the chance to be uninterrupted for a time. Whatever it happened to be, it meant that they dived deeper and deeper into one another, savoring the press of body to body, fur to fur, flesh to flesh. The lioness embraced herself in a way that she had never done before, allowing her body to be offered up to her master and lord, and for the first time in ever so long, she was satisfied on a deeper level than even she knew that she had.

The only reason they knew that morning had come and the night had passed them by was a messenger that finally knocked on the windowless room. Tangled in her lord's tired arms, Fyacin slowly withdrew herself, making her way to the edge of the bed and climbing to her feet. She was surprised that she still had the strength to stand, but at the same time, she had almost known she would. Allowing her Emperor to take the lead meant that she had not used so much energy as he had, and it allowed her to take over now.

She opened the door to find a Mastiff on the other side, the canine looking down at her. Where once she would have drawn herself up in offended pride, now, she merely leaned on the door, one breast passing the frame with little bite marks just visible through the fur. The canine blushed, looking away, and she smiled with the faintest of smirks.

"Yes?" she whispered. "The Emperor is sleeping, but his concubine might be able to help you."

"That's, um, who I was looking for, actually."

"Well, you have found her."

"Her?"

"A story for another time," Fyacin all but purred. "But let it be said, Restriction has set me free. Now, what do you need?"

"The guest...the red panda?"

"What about him?"

"He's requesting...Fyacin's presence."

"You mean mine."

"..."

"Ah, I see an education is due."

The lioness stepped from the chamber of serenity, not wishing to disturb its calming softness, and shut the door behind her. She felt shameless in a way that she had not since before her Restriction, and yet, there was something different about it. Not a flaunting power, but something that made her feel alive, sensual but without demanding it, sexual without being a whore. There was something intense about this new body of hers, something that spoke to the world in a different way.

In that moment, she felt almost like she was speaking to the spirits of mortals the way that Alys and Kisari claimed to speak to the spirits of the depths and air. She looked upon the Mastiff, and she could all but feel his soul reaching out to her, restrained only by his training to not touch that which belonged to the Emperor. Yet, there was a burning heat to him, something that craved the touch of someone else to soothe.

She smiled. It was almost like she had become one of those legendary demons of the bedroom, and she liked the feeling.

"I am Fyacin," she said, her hands rolling down to her hips and resting there, her head cocked back. "And whether you believe that or not, it doesn't matter. General Masaru will know that it is me."

"He's specifically asked for -"

"Good guard, give me a dagger, and I will dance for you in the way that the lion has danced in the past."

"..."

"Oh, you believe me now?"

"...I...you..."

"Come, come. Let us go. Where is he?"

"In the...He's in the Eastern Tower -"

"Splendid. I know just the chamber."

And with that, the lioness was off. Clothes did not even occur to her. In that moment, fresh from the comfort of her Emperor, Fyacin felt as if she was garbed in the glory of true confidence, and walked with the happiness and surety of someone that had the invincible armor of fate upon them.

The guest chamber of the Eastern Tower was an opulent place. It was often kept for those visitors to the palace that required something near to the Emperor's level of comforts, and it was decorated as such. The walls were lined with bejeweled strands of blue and aquamarine, waves of the distant seas imitated and brought to life by the passing winds. A line was cut through the stone walls, one that perfectly matched the arc of the sun throughout the day, casting a beautiful golden shimmer upon the waves to call to mind sunset and sunrise at any time.

Fyacin had always enjoyed entertaining guests in that room. It was a place of life, of motion, and of sensuality, and it fit the visiting general all too well.

Masaru had shed his clothes of the field for a robe instead, and the red panda smiled as the lioness entered the room. That smile faded only slightly as he looked down to see her breasts, but came back again as he looked at her face once more. Recognition was clear in his eyes, and the 'enemy' stood from the great circular bed at the far end of the chamber. Like a man descending from boat to sea, he walked across the carpeted floor, bowing as he did.

"My dear, it is lovely to see you again."

"And you, my dear General," the lioness said, tapping her chin. "Though I do think that you are overdressed."

"Compared to you, everyone would be."

"Ah, but I must dance."

"Your every move is a dance for the world to enjoy."

"But some moves are more dangerous than others." She stepped forward to meet him, the pair of them clasping arms and slowly circling one another. "Tell me, are your quarters to your satisfaction?"

"They are adequate. I believe that they lack in one respect, however."

"Do tell."

"They do not have the company I was promised."

"Ah, you require socializing."

The General chuckled at the double-meaning, and the pair of them nearly parted, connected only by their touching hands. They leaned in, pulled away, and then began to circle each other again. Fyacin drew a dagger from behind the General's back, and he drew one as well. Ting-ting, ting-ting, they tapped the blades together, spinning as one to opposite sides of the room.

"Ah, I admit that my appetites are far from traditional, oh fine one. But that is surely acceptable in this palace."

"It has been promised to you, of course," Fyacin admitted. "And you will have all that you may desire."

"Such generosity. I hesitate to ask what is required of me in turn."

"Nothing but your presence, of course. And whatever you feel compelled to give in return."

"Ah, but beauty has such a fragile hold."

"Beauty can only be admired if one has the honor to feel worthy of it."

"Oh, my lioness, you wound me. Why must you remind me of honor when I wish only to enjoy what is before me?"

Fyacin smiled, refusing to answer that. A lady must have a little mystery, after all.

They danced with blade and hand for a time, their movements nothing less than elegant as they moved from one side of the room to the other, always closing, and always separating. Their free hands moved closer, touching for things that were more intimate. More than once, she parted the red panda's robe, reaching down and juggling his sac, and he attempted to do the same to her. She was always too quick, straddling his hand and then climbing his arm to nibble his ear before pulling away.

Mere minutes passed before the huntress had teased her prey beyond his stamina. Masaru pulled away, tossing his blade to the floor.

"Enough, enough. I submit to you; where you have found this new skill, I know not, but I have not the strength to beat it."

"Oh, you need not beat it. That would leave a mark, wouldn't you think?" Fyacin teased.

"You little minx."

"Lioness, good General. Lioness." She smiled, flicking the knife up on its point before offering it back to him. "Now, perhaps, we should talk properly."

"Allow me to catch my breath."

"You will never catch it while I am in the room. I steal it away with my very presence."

"Ah, arrogance. I love such a thing in a woman."

"You will love much more, if you are willing to give a little."

"Mmmm, you tempt me..."

"Then let me tempt you further."

She took him by the hand, leading him back to the bed. The sun shimmered through the east side of the tower, casting a rising sun on the blue walls, reflecting shimmers off the beads and sequins in the cloth. By the time that they were seated together, they were both dotted, almost bejeweled with the colors themselves.

The General looked at her with unabashed hunger. He clearly had yet to have what he truly wanted, and she knew that this time, she would be forgiven for giving it to him. There was something about having been so honest with herself, something that had given her knowledge of what she really was, and what she was allowed.

I am the Emperor's Counselor and Concubine, and nothing can change that, she thought, running her thumbs down the backs of Masaru's hands. My body is a tool of pleasure, mine and others. He has blessed me to use it as I will.

"Good counselor...tell me that this is not another tease."

"Not at all. Merely a reminder of what you may have with us...and how much more you may gain, if you give us more."

"Mmmph...I should not be so tempted."

"Then you should tell me to go."

"..."

"If you cannot, I will tempt you more. Let me not be accused of falsehood, dear Masaru."

Fyacin chuckled softly, lowering herself along the General's body. He was soft, well-groomed, and clean, lacking the somewhat brutal scent of her other partners besides the Emperor. Soft kisses rained down the red panda's chest, passing his nipples before running down the soft abs that were just barely there through the fur. Fyacin smiled the whole time, lingering as she went down, down, down, until her nose rested right at the base of the General's rising shaft. She kissed the flesh, and he shivered.

"How have you become more alluring? It should be impossible - mmmph - for perfection to improve itself."

"And yet, it has."

"Ah, indeed. Indeed, it - she has."

The lioness smiled to herself. It was a bit too easy, this time. Perhaps it was the feminine assets, or perhaps it was something else, but the red panda was filled with flirtation that did not entirely affect her. Perhaps she had that confidence that protected her, or perhaps there was the feeling of belonging to the Emperor properly now. Whatever it was, she felt bemused rather than charmed by him.

But she was still happy to give him what he had earned. She lifted her lips to his tip, kissing it and drawing another gasp from his lips, only to slide forward. The taste of him was clean, more of flesh than of manhood, but the flavor quickly began to shift as he dripped along her tongue. He reached for her mane, then hesitated.

"Shall I..."

"Mmmm..."

If he didn't want to take control, then she would. She bobbed forward, thrusting her mouth and tongue along his shaft. Her tongue lifted just enough to guide the head along the roof of her mouth, ensuring that he got the most stimulation possible, and he gasped for breath as she took him into her throat.

It was easy to please him. She enjoyed it, and she was glad to have the chance to indulge. At the same time, she couldn't help but plot and plan. If they could bring Masaru fully to their side, through seduction or otherwise, then they would have essentially negated the threat of one oncoming force. With that done, and the allies to their east and west, the remaining army would be all but handled.

And then we can go back to a simple court...with greater drama, she thought, chuckling in the back of her throat and drawing more moans out of the red panda. What will the world think, now that they see that the Emperor is virile enough to convince a proud lion to become a sultry lioness?

The End

Summary: Fyacin enjoys her new gender, and goes about with a bit of pleasure and play with the enemy General.

Tags: M/F, trans, chastity cage, lioness, red panda, fox, mastiff, nudity, flirtation, dance, knives, oral, blowjob, series, fantasy,