Maerchentic Proposition
#2 of Maerchentic
"Maerchentic Proposition"
by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story and all characters and places therein are copyright (c) 2004 K.M. Hirosaki.
This is the second story in my 'Maerchentic' series. If you like this, then you may like the others that I've written (and yet plan to write). Please send feedback, good and bad, to:
His business card identified him as T.M. Aurischilde, CFO of Aurischilde, Ltd. Looking into his as he sat across the table was unsettling. The look in his eyes was warm, and conveyed a sense of trust, and that's exactly why Julian Davenport was suspicious. From the moment that the young linsang had walked into the wolf's office, there had been something just "not right" about him.
"With all due respect," the linsang said, "I'm sure that your business records will show that everything is well and truly legitimate and in order."
Davenport glanced back down at the files on his desk. He already knew what they said, having read and reread them several times over before this impromptu meeting. Sure enough, records showed that Aurischilde, Ltd had existed for almost two decades now, and the numbers were respectable--beyond respectable, really.
"Yes, I see that. Everything looks perfectly fine, but I'm just... confused," Davenport said, adjusting his reading glasses as he looked back up. The middle-aged wolf peered back into the linsang's face in hopes of reading past that mask of trust, but again saw nothing. "Mr. Aurischilde, I've been in the industry for nearly thirty years, now, and I've seen a lot of things, but I've never even heard of your company."
The linsang folded his hands, the epitome of patience. "Does a low profile preclude success, Mr. Davenport?" he asked. "You've got the numbers right in front of you, and I'm sure that your people have run background checks, or I wouldn't be sitting here one-on-one in the office of the CEO of Davenport United."
He was too damned cocky. And he was young. Julian was pushing fifty, and if this so-called CFO Aurischilde were any more than half of his age, he'd eat his hat and resign right there. That matter begged another question entirely.
"Mr. Aurischilde," the wolf asked, "I have it in my records that you, personally, have been in charge of your company for nearly ten years, but you... well, you don't..."
"Don't look old enough?" the linsang asked, smiling with a flash of teeth. "Why, Mr. Davenport, thank you so very much for the compliment."
Davenport bit back his urge to curse under his breath. Everything that this young man did and said was so arrogant, so cocksure, and made him seem so full of himself, while at the same time making him look like he didn't even notice. Even the way that the linsang sat there in his chair, leaning back a little with his legs partially crossed effeminately, so that the curve of one of his buttocks was...
Why was he even staring like that, anyway? He was in the middle of a crucial business venture that was setting his hackles up! This was no time be distracted by the other party's sexy mannerisms and...
There it was again! Why was he constantly thinking about how provocative the linsang was being, intentionally or otherwise? Men weren't even his preference, first of all, and secondly, Aurischilde's arrogance should have been putting him off, regardless.
Julian made himself get back to the matter at hand. "I'll get straight to the point," the wolf said, and he could have sworn that the linsang smirked at that remark. "This deal, here, that you're offering. It sounds too good to be true."
"And yet, here I am," the linsang replied.
The wolf wanted to growl. "It sounds too good to be true," he repeated. "And I've got a... a hunch--call it keen business sense--that you can't be trusted."
The linsang leaned his slender body forward over the desk partway, and his tie and collar were loose enough that Julian could see down the front of his shirt a ways and get a nice view of his soft-looking chest fur. "Are you a married man, Mr. Davenport?" he asked.
"Divorced," Davenport scowled back, aggravated at the audacity.
Aurischilde put a hand up. "My apologies. It was not my intention to offend," he said. He went add something to that, but Davenport cut him off.
"Might I ask what that question has to do with this matters, Mr. Aurischilde?" The wolf was not happy.
"Please," the linsang said. "Just call me 'Auri.' 'Mr. Aurischilde' was my mother."
Davenport slammed both hands down on his desk and stood from his chair. "Mr. Aurischilde!" he bellowed. "If you cannot conduct yourself properly, then I will consider this discussion closed, and you can walk out of this office content in the knowledge that this business offer of yours has been wholeheartedly refused. Am I making myself clear."
This 'Auri' fellow nodded lightly, finally averting his self-confident gaze. "Perfectly, sir," he said, quietly. "A bad analogy--I apologize." The linsang didn't sound too apologetic, Davenport thought, but now that he'd broken through that cocky resolve, maybe they'd actually be able to get some business done.
"I only asked," Auri continued, as the wolf sat back down into his chair, "because that's how I'm thinking of this proposal I've brought to you. Like marriage, it seems like a great deal on the front, but there are other things that need to be taken into consideration under the surface--things like... compromise."
Julian's lip twisted at the corner of his mouth. The linsang was finally changing his tune; he was getting more down to earth. "I'm listening," the wolf said, relaxing back in his chair, willing to hear Auri out as long as he was being reasonable and sensible. And while he rested back against the chair, his eyes checked out that svelte, well-toned body in the perfect-fitting business suit.
Again, the unwanted sexual thoughts came out of nowhere. Aurischilde himself had finally calmed down, and was detailing out his proposal the way that Davenport wished he had been doing from the beginning. And now--now, of all times--the wolf's mind was constantly drifting uncomfortably to imagining things like Auri's naked body spread out on his desk for him with begging eyes looking up at him.
Davenport shook his head. This wasn't like him. He was getting old, and his sex drive wasn't this strong. It was like he was a teenager again, especially considering that his only homosexual experiences had been during his university days. They had been pleasant enough, really, but he never spent any time dwelling on them during adulthood, and there was no explanation, regardless of how attractive the linsang might be, for why he suddenly felt the burning urge to just take Auri and have his way with him.
And suddenly, there he was. He was now on the other side of his desk, with Auri bent down in front of him. The linsang's arms were bearing on the surface of the desk, and he was naked from the waist down, clad only in his shirt and tie while the wolf held onto his hips and thrust down hard into his ass. Auri's long, bushy, striped tail curled over his back, and his slight-framed chest heaved with feminine moans as Julian drove himself into him.
"Mr. Davenport?"
Auri's voice suddenly brought Davenport's world to a screeching halt, and he was back sitting in the chair across from the linsang.
Clearing his throat, the older wolf tried to be nonchalant about coming out of his daze. "Excuse me," he said quickly, realizing how tight the grip on his pen was. "Do, please go on."
"Mr. Davenport," the linsang repeated, "did you know that right this very moment, I can smell the precum leaking from your cock, soaking into your boxers?" He said it with a completely straight face, like nothing at all was unusual about them.
"I beg your pardon!" Davenport roared, slamming his pen down into his desk blotter.
Auri looked back into his face with an expression of innocence and naïveté. "I just said that the way that numbers this quarter are turning up indicate..."
The wolf was furious. He pulled himself out of his chair and stormed around the desk, grabbing Auri by his shirt collar and hoisting him to his feet. And when he did, the linsang laughed. "Was that the wrong answer?" Auri said, grinning. "Was I supposed to say 'I can see in your eyes how badly you want to fuck me'?"
Davenport bit into his lower lip, hard enough to draw just the tiniest trickle of blood. Gripping tightly onto the linsang's shirt, the wolf pulled his other hand back, winding it up to smack that smug little face. When he did, though, Auri lifted up his hand, and didn't so much block Julian's blow as much as he just... made it stop.
"Now, now," the linsang said, clicking his tongue, winking while he waggled his index finger. "No getting violent here. Remember the generous offer that Aurischilde, Ltd has come to you about today."
"I don't give a damn about your business offer, boy," Davenport spat. "I want you to..."
"To bend over and take it like your little bitch?" Auri suggested, with a mock smile of hopefulness. It was so blatantly staged that it made Julian feel angered and insulted that the linsang even did it to begin with.
The wolf brought his snout up against Auri's cheek and snarled, and he could feel the fur on the linsang's face ruffle from his breath. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction," he muttered coarsely, yanking the collar tighter.
To Davenport's actual surprise, Auri let out a sharp bark of a laugh. "My satisfaction, right!" he said, bearing his gaze back into the wolf's. "Because I'm the one who has the erection uncomfortably pressing against your side."
Looking down, Julian saw that front of slacks was tented out quite obviously, and was indeed pushing into the shorter linsang's side, just above the hip. He tried and failed to come up with a sharp comeback, and Auri took that moment to get in more words. "I came here today, Mr. Davenport, with a business proposition," he said, speaking slowly and deliberately, clucking his tongue a few times before he took his next breath. "If you could just put your hormones aside for just a few minutes, I could finish explaining it to you."
Auri's eyes stayed locked on the wolf's. Julian stared back, and watched in disbelief as the rich hazel color of the linsang's irises melted into a turquoise blue They looked like hot liquid, and the wolf could swear that those colored rings swirled and moved.
"You've read the reports. You've checked the numbers. And I've discussed it here with you in person while you were busy fantasizing about my ass," Auri said. "You know that if you just give a little bit now, your company will be better off for it in the long run. So why don't you just do it?"
Davenport opened his mouth to speak again, but Auri spoke the words for him. "Personal pride, right?" the linsang said. "You think that the world will think less of you as a businessman if you have to join hands in a business venture of this nature, don't you?" He broke away from the wolf's grip on his shirt and took a few steps away. "I've got a news flash for you, Mr. Davenport, sir: nobody gives a shit."
"I give a shit!" Davenport snapped back, feeling the urge to pounce forward and slam the smart-mouthing linsang into the wall.
"That's wonderful," Auri said, slinking his way over to Julian's desk. "But do you think that when the business world checks the papers and the stock market and all of that fun stuff--do you think that when they see the name 'Davenport,' that they actually think 'Mr. Julian Davenport' and not just 'Davenport United'?"
Burning with rage, the wolf could only stand still and clench his fists. "I built this company from the ground up with my bare hands," he grumbled, staring back into the linsang's face, even as the other man seemed to ignore the look. "It is my legacy!"
Auri nodded a few times, and looked quite condescending when he did it. "Right, right," he said. "You're a very proud man, Mr. Davenport." The linsang reached up to loosen his tie, and then unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt. "That's why you need to fuck me, instead of having me fuck you."
"I need nothing of the sort!" Davenport roared, smacking a small glass jar of paperclips off of his desk. "What I need, Mr. Aurischilde," he sneered, putting emphasis on the name, "is for you to leave my office and my sight right this instant!"
"Fine," Auri said acquiescingly. "If that's what you want, come here, and make me walk out that door. I give you my word that I shall not hinder you in those efforts." After he said that, he took both of his hands and tore his shirt the rest of the way off, popping buttons as he bared his torso. Julian stared at the linsang's chest, noticing the glint of a nipple piercing first, before his eyes took in the sight of the rest of his tawny fur with mottled, darker spots and patches running up his sides.
The wolf stomped closer to the desk, feeling anger welling up inside him with every beat of his heart that thumped within him, even as his arousal strained in his pants more and more as Auri stripped himself half-naked. He wanted the visceral of being able to tear those pants off with his claws, and wanted to show him what it meant to tease him the way that he had.
"I won't lift a finger to stop you," the linsang said, running the side of his hand gently across his own lips. He looked like he should be smoking a cigarette, and Davenport half expected to see him blowing smoke out just the same. The wolf clapped his heavy hands down on Auri's shoulders. "And this is where you pretend to throw me out, is it?"
The wolf's arms rippled and seized beneath the now sweat-soaked shirtsleeves. He knew that he had the strength and the desire to pick the linsang up by the shoulders and throw him out--literally. But as he stood there, touching that warm body, contacting that soft fur, his muscles refused to follow through. His mind retained its faculty, however. "Get out," he growled.
Auri shrugged himself free of Davenport's hands and slipped off of his desk. "Very well. Have it your way," he said offhandedly, leaving his shirt on the floor as he walked toward the door.
Julian watched the linsang leaving, and eyed that striped tail and firm backside. He winced, and with his eyes closed, he begrudgingly choked out, "Stop. Come back."
The linsang stopped dead in his tracks. He waited a few seconds, letting his tail swish slowly once from one side to the other, before finally turning around. The look on his face was one of superiority and deviousness rolled up into sheer delight. "As you like it," Auri said, padding back over to Davenport.
"You love this company, don't you, Mr. Davenport?" the linsang said, walking past the wolf and leaning back over the desk. "You called it your legacy. It's everything to you, isn't it?"
Davenport nodded. He watched as Auri reached down and unfastened his own belt, and then undid his button and zipper. The linsang continued with, "The question, then, is, how much are you worth to yourself?" He slowly drew his slacks down, and the front of his silken boxers jutted out, framing the slender form of his erection. Davenport cursed silently to himself. The linsang was getting off on this... this torment!
Auri laid himself onto his back and slid his underwear off, pulling one leg out, and then the other. And there he was, stretched out naked on the desk of CEO Julian Davenport, looking for all the world like he somehow belonged there. One of his hands reached down, and slim fingers wrapped around that slim shaft, and began to stroke gingerly.
"You hate me, don't you, Mr. Davenport?" he asked, looking into the wolf's face with a shamed look of pity. That sad frown turned itself into a sinister, smug grin. "You hate me, but more than anything in the world right now, you want to fuck me."
Yes, Julian wanted to fuck him. He wanted to grab those twiggy legs, yank them wide, and show that sluttish little bitch just what fucking was all about. He fumbled to get his own belt loosened, and he tugged down his pants and briefs to free his painful hard-on. Auri's eyes flicked right down to it, and then he looked back into Davenport's face with a wry smile. "That's it. No trying to hide it anymore."
Each step toward the desk was slow and pounding, and Julian made sure to viciously stare at Auri as he drew closer and closer. As he did, the linsang slipped his fingers away from his erection and began to turn himself over on top of the desk. He hunkered down on all fours, and let his tail spill off to the side. The drizzling tip of his cock dripped down once onto the desk blotter, and he reached back with one hand to tug his rump cheeks apart, framing the hole under his tail with his fingers in a V-shape. His long body stretched out, bringing himself so that his rear was at the right height from the wolf to just come up behind him if he so desired.
And he did so desire. Davenport found his hands grabbing onto the linsang's hips, pulling his lithe body back a bit. The wolf closed his eyes really hard. He imagined instead having those hands around Auri's neck, wanting to wring it until the linsang stopped breathing. That hate was overwhelming. But now, it seemed like lust was winning. Lust was the only thing keeping him back right now.
The wolf stuck two fingers into his muzzle and slurped on them wetly. He pulled them out, dripping with saliva, and began to push them at the tight barrier of the linsang's puckered anus. Auri's neck arched back, and he let out a soft, whiney moan as the wolf's fingertips penetrated him roughly. "Yeah, that's right," Julian growled. "You come into my office acting like a little teasing slut fag, and this is what you get."
Auri's head arched back some more, and he tried to look back over his shoulder while he panted. "Oh... oh, Mr. Davenport..." he moaned out between heavy breaths as the wolf's fingers plunged into him as twisted, trying to stretch him out. "Such... such strong language for... someone who's just... all talk..."
Again, Davenport's face twisted up in anger, and he pressed his wet fingers into that warm, tight hole as far as he could, making the linsang squeak like a girl. "All talk, huh, bitch?" he snapped, sliding his fingers out. "Wanna see about that?" In the back of his head, he briefly thought he head Auri laugh, but thinking nothing of it, he slapped his hands back on the linsang's hips and pulled himself forward. Before the swollen tip of his member could hit up underneath the base of the linsang's banded tail, though, his own hips stopped, and refused to go any further.
"See?" Auri rasped, catching his breath. "Try again. Bet you can't do it."
Defiant, Julian tried again, and again he failed. His body just refused to accept his desire to bury down into that offered body. "You!" the wolf bellowed. "This is... let me! Let... let me fuck you, you bitch!"
One of Auri's slender arms reached out from beneath him and pulled up one of the folders that lay on the CEO's desk. With one finger, the linsang flipped it open, and then tapped it playfully. "Sign on the line, and I'm all yours, big guy," he crooned.
Davenport snatched the file up, and tried to read it. Legalese, corporate doublespeak--his brain didn't have time to comprehend this shit! "What's it say?" he shouted commandingly to Auri, using his other hand to yank the linsang's tail up.
"Basically," Auri said, pausing to snap out a yelp when his tail was tugged, "Basically, you agree to turn your company over to me. You give me Davenport United, and I let you have your way with me. Deal?"
The hand around the base of Auri's tail clenched tighter, wishing that he could just rip that fluffy appendage right off by the root. "You expect me... to hand over my company... just so that I can fuck you?"
"Yes."
Furious, the wolf managed somehow to hold in another scream. That Aurischilde could be so pompous and arrogant, even now, drove him up the wall. If the linsang actually, really, truly thought that he was going to sign something like that just for the opportunity to...
With a sudden feeling of compulsion, Davenport looked back up and down the linsang's prone form on the desk. His body was just too beautiful, and his aroused male scent was too irresistible; Davenport would not be denied. He grabbed one of the many pens from the desk, and scrawled his signature out on the line provided.
"There," he said, slamming the pen down onto the desk. "Good enough?"
"We'll see if you are," Auri said back, getting one final tease in before whatever was holding Julian back went away. The wolf shoved his hips forward, and in one movement, buried the first half of his thick shaft.
Davenport moaned out a feral cry of satisfaction as he finally felt that snug warmth grip the tip of his cock. At the same time, the linsang made a noise akin to a squeak mixed with a yelp as his sphincter was stretched roughly from the plunge of the wolf's hips. The fingering from earlier helped loosen him somewhat, but not nearly enough to keep him from being wonderfully hot and tight around the wolf's aching shaft. Davenport relished the sound of the linsang's heated panting. "You have no idea how much I want this," the wolf snarled.
"Mmm... I bet I do..." Auri muttered back.
The time for talking was done, as far as Davenport was concerned. He silenced the impertinent linsang's mouthing off by forcing another moan by bearing forward some more, slowly burying the rest of his shaft into that ass. It was rough going. What little bit of saliva the wolf had used wasn't doing much good insofar as making it any easier for Auri to take his length, but right now, he didn't care. If felt good, in a way, to know that the bitch of a linsang was being discomforted by having his insides roughly stretched and parted like that. Part of him was hoping to smell blood.
Precum drizzling from the wolf's slit made the way a little easier after his hips pulled back once. With his hands clutching Auri's waist, he bore forward harder than before, using what slipperiness he had worked up to push his crotch flush against the linsang's perfect, pert little ass. Every heartbeat made his cock twitch inside of that hot, tight space, and Julian let himself savor it for another moment or so before letting lust take over.
His snout twisted up with a nasal snarl, and he pulled back and thrust hard into Auri's rear, glaring with hatred down at him and his flawless body. CFO T.M. Aurischilde, mister fucking big shot, brought to this point, once so high and mighty, and now forced to take it hard and rough under the tail for the sole amusement of one Mr. CEO Julian Davenport. The wolf could feel the linsang's body writhe up all along the spine as he pounded into him hard, giving him no pause or rest to accommodate the roughness with which he pumped his cock in and out.
Auri's breathing made it sound like he was dying. Someplace inside, Davenport wished that he were. The sound spurred him to attack that tight little ass with more fervor, using his thumbs to spread those furred cheeks a bit so that he could watch the flesh of his dick disappearing again and again under that raised tail.
There was a gasp, followed by Auri's voice, somehow making it out of his throat. "Come... on, now... Julian..." The wolf made his next thrust a bit harder when he heard his first name. "You... you hate me... don't you?" Davenport felt his anger mounting again. "Why... why don't you fuck me... like you hate me?"
The hands at the linsang's hips pulled back, and the wolf ground himself up against his rump hard. There were so many things that Davenport wanted to say right then, and not being able to settle on just one, he said nothing at all, and just slid back again, upping his furious pace. Another whine from Auri's throat tickled the wolf's ears, but was followed again by that hated voice. "You're thinking with your dick," the linsang breathed. "Think with your mind! Hate me! Fucking hate me!"
Julian screamed. His claws began to draw blood at Auri's hips as he let rage fuel his fucking, shaking the desk itself now as he slammed into the linsang's ass as furiously as his body would allow. It was like a burst of youthful energy was suddenly there for him to make use of, letting him do things that his aging body shouldn't have been able to do. But he loved it. He loved every second of being able to make Auri whimper and shriek in a disgusting mix of pain and pleasure.
The linsang's tail suddenly flicked violently to one side, and his sphincter clenched uncontrollably around Julian's shaft. The whining wasn't as loud as it could have been, and from his angle, Davenport couldn't see, but the smell told him exactly what was happening as Auri came. So, the little fuck not only got enough pleasure out of this to get off, but he thought he could blow his wad all over his desk, huh? Blood seeped from the crease in the wolf's lip as he bit it, giving everything his body could to just fuck and fuck and fuck...
"Yes, that's it!" Auri cried out. "Do it! Give it to it! Give me all of the rage you have, you arrogant, twisted fuck!" The linsang sounded elated as he flung insults, reeking of more pleasure than he did even when in throes of orgasm. "I'm worth it, aren't I? Giving up your company--giving up your fucking life's work--it was too small of a price to pay to get to have your way with me, wasn't it? WASN'T IT?"
Davenport suddenly had the rich mental image of his claws sinking into Auri's throat and tearing it out. It made him smile a twisted, twisted smile, and then, it was all over. He howled with anger and with pleasure, and came in long, hard spurts into the linsang's rear. With that, the strange energy that had been keeping him going was gone, and his cock slipped free with a soft, wet sound as he fell onto his back on the office floor.
The wolf closed his eyes, panting, catching his breath, and reliving the experience. Everything around him was so cold. He lost track of time, lying there, and snapped out of it when he felt the fluffy tip of Auri's tail brushing at his nose.
"Here's what happens now," the linsang said. Davenport must have been zoned out for a while, because Auri had already put his pants back on, and was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt and adjusting his cuffs. "I'm going to pull the fire alarm so that your secretary and everyone else will run out of the building. You get to use that time to clean up your office and hopefully save yourself the embarrassment of anyone finding out what you just did here."
He looked back over his shoulder, then back down at Davenport. "I came on your desk, by the way. Sorry." He didn't sound it.
Julian sat up, pants still undone in the front, and looked back up at the linsang as he gathered his things to leave. The last thing that he picked up was the file folder, and he tossed it down into the wolf's lap as he walked to the door. "And that, good friend, is yours." The linsang grabbed the handle for the fire alarm and yanked it as he walked past, making the movement look smooth and effortless. And then, he disappeared out the office door.
With the fire alarm ringing in his ears, Julian picked up the folder, remembering what it was he had done. Full of deep personal shame, the wolf read down the cover page that he had signed, hastily trying to make sense of it. And then, when he got to the bottom where his signature was, he read that final, boldfaced line.
"I, Julian Davenport, in signing below, do hereby acknowledge that I am an ill-tempered, pompous, weak-willed sod (who is too sex-crazed to read things before signing them), and also that I am happily and willingly the complete and total puppet-bitch of a Very Special Effeminate Linsang."