FSE

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Mark gulps as he stares up at the passionate eyes of Camellia. The woman certainly has a presence to her—enough of one to have the foxy boy freeze up at the sheer enormity of the command she exudes.

He gulps, his mind blanking. "Uh… t-that's my job, right?"

Camellia chuckles, bringing a hand up to his chin, stroking that fuzzy jawline, her lips quirking into a smirk. "Well, you're the professional here, and I'm the customer. But, if you need a little reminder of what your duties are, I'm sure I can give that to you. Now… lay down."

Mark practically collapses onto the floor almost instantly, his glance looking up along the dress and leg of the human standing before him. Camellia's mostly covered body leaves a lot to the imagination—an imagination that runs wild in the fox's mind. This is evidenced by how his cock rises high, piercings glimmering in the light.

Kneeling down before him herself, Camilia adjusts her dress, unbuttoning from the collar downward.

Tik Tik watches.

Mark watches.

Ayda watches and drools.

Pulling her cloth aside, the human woman lets her breasts free. "I get the feeling you're the kind of boy who enjoys a good piece of eye candy even while you're the star of the show."

Mark's eyes lock on, reflecting those pale orbs. If he were a wolf, he might have even howled. But before he knows it, Camellia herself is down on the ground, pressing those warm mounds against his thighs, her face hovering closer to that shaft.

Fingers trace up against his toned leg and over his mound, where she pinches at the thick golden fur there.

Mark whimpers, lifting his hips.

"Quite curious. Tik Tik, what do you make of this. His hair is black, but down here, it doesn't match."

Ayda frowns.

Tik Tik giggles. "Tik Tik think fox boy dyes hair."

"How unprofessional to not have the curtains and the drapes match. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you weren't really a sex worker."

Mark gulps, then lets out a loud laugh. "Ah, haha, yeah, that's really weird, isn't it? But nope, I'm definitely a sex boy. Don't you worry about me!"

Camellia's eyebrow quirks, but she lets her finger slide down to his shaft, swirling along to the base and then stroking up. She allows her finger to trace the curve, riding over the bumps of his piercings.

Mark bites his lip, his face burning up.

"So twitchy, isn't it?"

Tik Tik taps her cheek. "Strange strange. Most sex work people can hold back.

"I'd say he has about as much experience keeping his cool as Camellia here."

"H-hey, maybe you just ordered the most sensitive guy because that's the kind of guy you wanted, huh?"

Tik Tik tilts her head. “But no option was given Tik Tik."

"OH, there's something strange here," Camellia says, "But I'm not complaining." She wraps her fingers around the shaft, giving him a thoughtful squeeze. "After all, you are quite the specimen."

Mark yips, running his hands up over his body and over his eyes. Spreading two fingers apart, he glances away from Camellia.

"Ayda," Camilia barks, holding her free hand out towards the wolpertinger. "In my case, there is a vial of clear liquid. Fetch it for me, please."

Ayda hops up and scrambles to the luggage compartment, plopping the case upon her lap. She unlatches it, finding a collection of notebooks and vials and tools. She frowns, her finger tracing a set of cuffs.

"What are all these?" Ayda asks, peeking her sad eyes over the top of the opened lid.

On the floor, Camellia uses her free hand's index finger to swirl around the tip of Mark's cock. Mark's long nails scratch against the floor, his eyes squinted shut.

"Oh, just a few tools of the trade. Mistress Jun is always looking for new and interesting things for me to accomplish."

Tik Tik leans in, pinching the vial from its hiding spot. "Lots toys here. Cuffs look human-sized, but you come for Ayda."

Ayda sighs as the kobold shuts the lid.

"Yes, well," Camellia says. "Sometimes, I have experiments I must conduct for Mistress Jun's studies."

Placing the vial in Ayda's hand, Tik Tik says, "So, Mistress Jun have Camellia cuff self? How that work?"

"N-no more questions," Camellia flusters. Her grip on Mark's cock makes him yelp.

She loosens up, but not by much.

"Ah, thank you, Ayda. Now, we'll make his even more fun for the lad."

Mark watches the woman press the cork against oddly-sharp teeth and then pull it free with a pop. She then tilts the vial over his length. The clear liquid flows with a slow and heavy glug down at him, hitting his tip with warm wetness that spreads down as a glistening fluid over his shaft. It moisturizes his skin in a sensitive and delightful feel.

"H… hey, that feels kinda nice," he says.

"That's the point," Camellia adds. "Tik Tik… be a dear and help the boy out."

Tik Tik giggles, hopping off of her seat. The kobold sits beside the fox, a hand upon his chest, while the other presses itself upon his length, sliding along the lubricated shaft.

"Oh… oh dang!" he yelps.

"As for you," Camellia says to Ayda, her red eyes firmly upon the magical creature's. She tips the bottle again, this time, the clear lubricant rolling down, drizzling over her bosom in strands of flowing liquid. "You're going to help me out."

Ayda's eyes lock onto Camellia's exposed chest. Her tits are just so round and wonderful, pale like a full moon with nipples that peer right at the wolpertinger. The short mythical creature blinks, wiggling her nose. "S… sorry, what did you say?"

"You're going to help me out, little one," Ayda repeats herself. "After all, Tik Tik is enjoying our hooker right now, and it seems you're not so interested in him."

"Ah, right, no…" the leporine lady says, tugging on her hat. "There's a certain cuteness to him, but he's… he's not soft… he's not curvy. He's not…."

"He's not feminine enough?" Camellia says, parting her lips ever-so-slightly.