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Clovis was dancing. She twirled and spun and flowed across the floor with elegance and grace. Her dress radiated with brilliance and beauty, gold patterned red silk floated above the marble floor as it chased her heels. Even more magnificent than that though, was the way Eric spun her across the floor. Heads turned to watch as she pirouetted under his hand before he swept her off the floor and lifted her up for all to see. The two of them demanded the attention of every eye in the hall and Clovis lapped it up.

Eric’s jacket was plain in its blackness by comparison, barely a silver swirl on its lapelles, though to the educated eye it was just as expensive as her attire. The only hint of colour was a deep green cravat poking through the top of the white shirt. The contrast was intentional of course, all the better to show off her splendour.

When she was finally done basking in the attention, Eric dropped her down from her perch. Her paws never even touched the ground as he let her fall into his arms, catching her with a flutter of her dress, then bending down to kiss her. It was a gentle, warm, loving kiss that rounded out the climax of their dance at the crescendo of the music and to the rapturous applause of their audience. No one else in the hall bothered to dance against them, their victory was absolute for all to see, yet Clovis couldn’t revel in their jealousy. For all that she demanded their attention, Eric commanded hers and she surrendered it willingly. His presence dominated her utterly, his arms held her up, his lips held her down and his tongue promised to mould her into whatever shape he liked.

A warmth spread through Clovis’ body, starting from the strong arms that held her and ending at the very tip of her tail, utterly enveloping her. She wanted him, she needed him, her legs strained to spread themselves and yet he held her still. He had her, he controlled her and they both knew it, but he would have his way with her when he wanted, not her.

And he wanted her. When he felt that she had utterly surrendered herself to him, he finally broke the kiss, leaving her panting and flustered as he laid her down onto the plush fabric of a fainting couch. She reached an arm up and around the solid oak that lined the head of the couch and within a moment it was the only thing holding her up. Eric brushed the skirt of her dress up, his hands running along her legs with a light, sensual touch. Her tail and paws flicked excitedly in response and she spread herself wide for him, willingly, eagerly.

The flimsy lingerie she wore for underwear was gone in a flash and left her feeling naked and exposed in front of him, but none of the embarrassment her saner mind insisted she should feel. She was revelling in it. Instead of fear she felt excitement, she wanted him to see her, she wanted him to see how sexy she was and she wanted to feel how aroused that made him.

One of Eric’s hands moved to the inside of her legs, rubbing along her thighs and eliciting small but sharp moans from her as she struggled to control herself. When his fingers moved across her mons and brushed lightly over her clit she let out a squeak of surprise, closing her eyes tight as her vision filled with stars. It danced lightly across her most sensitive spot and drove her wild for as long as she desired.

The gentle brush of his fingertips through her cheek fluff roused her from the trance. He had stopped his assault on her nethers, retreating to run his fingers through her hip fur. Still sensually, still where he could control her, but far enough she could compose herself again. She opened her eyes when she caught her breath and found herself caught in his deep, piercing gaze. It penetrated her body, even her mind and reached out to take hold of her soul. All the power he held over her physical form mattered nothing to the grip he now had over the very fabric of her person.

Clovis had never felt so intact. The once nebulous floating mass of who she was now knew its place, it now knew its shape. It moulded to fit whatever shape Eric demanded it form and only now, when she had given him absolute power over her, did he take her for himself.

Eric pulled away from Clovis to unbutton his trousers and undress himself, or half of himself at least, his jacket didn’t need to come off and so he didn’t bother, he took hold of himself with one hand and her thighs with the other, guiding himself forwards.

She was hot, horny and flush with excitement. The smooth, rounded head pressed between her lips and spread them gently, she was already plenty wet enough for him, and though his girth stretched her some, it did so only enough to maximise the depth of the need behind her desperate moans. Eric pressed onwards, he knew how much she wanted this and now he gave her the reward for her submission.

Her reward was so much more than his length slipping deeper and deeper into her, though that drove the volume behind her impassioned moans. As well as being filled, as well as feeling his length spread her wide and touch every nerve of her most sensitive place until his hips gently rested against her fur, she saw his own composure finally break. He had with barely an effort made her writhe and moan in uncontained pleasure, but in turn she had given him that back in double. That iron forged will that with a single look could break her and bend her to his will, had buckled under the weight of how much he was enjoying her.

Eric began thrusting into Clovis with long and forceful bucks. His cock lit up every fibre of her pussy and his pace gave her just enough time to recover from the ordeal before he pressed onwards and did it all again. She went limp under the assault, her arms fell to her sides, her legs stayed up only because he held them in place where it best suited him to pound her and her head fell back against the pillows.

Soft gasps and moans continued to flow from her mouth as the heat within her built further and further. The only control Clovis had left was to clench down softly around the hard flesh that was driving her wild with ecstasy. Even that mattered little though, she was already plenty tight for Eric’s girth and his pace never wavered for a moment. He didn’t merely give her pleasure, he forced it upon her. His control over her will was backed up by his control over her body. When he saw fit that she moan in orgasm, so she would. Only then, after he had made her cum, would he give himself the pleasure of her body.

Clovis wanted to feel that so badly, his throbbing cock inside her, pulsing as it pumped his seed deep inside, filling her with his love, his passion and his manliness. That most quintessential feature she had once known for herself but now craved for another to fill her with, to give her that sense of wholeness that drove her wild with desire.

That time was close, so very close. Thoughts of it filled her mind and she moaned preemptively as she imagined the feeling of it flooding inside her. The heat within her body, centred around her loins, built up past boiling point and approached the crest. Her moans went shrill and desperate as she begged for release, for him to finish in her, take her, claim her as his and keep her forever-

Clovis was in an unfamiliar room in a slave owners house in the wrong nation, laying on someone else’s bed with damp sheets which she’d gathered between her legs and humped during the night because she was in the throes of her heat. There was even a mind control collar locked around her neck, as if the day weren’t already on a bad enough footing. Yet still, the worst thing about her already terrible and merely seconds long morning, was Nora’s smug, grinning face looming an inch above her nose.

<Fun dreams, Clovey?>

Clovis swiped at her face with claws out, but the dragon dodged backwards exactly far enough to not get touched.

<You’re even grumpier in the morning than usual, Clovey.> she remarked with a smirk.

<Stay out of my dreams Nora!> Clovis yelled at her groggily as she started to make sense of the room. The sun was beating in through the open curtains, but the rays it cast were against the far wall. Low, so it must still be early morning.

<Ohh I wasn’t messing with your dreams in the slightest.> She was grinning too much for Clovis’ liking, but that was the normal state of affairs between the two of them. <Eric sent me to go get you. He’s making you breakfast, you know?>

Clovis let out a long sigh of resignation. Oh yes, Eric. This was not the first time Nora had tried finding her a man. It was so far from the first, in fact, she’d stopped counting to spare her sanity. This time though the dragon seemed intent on trying to get her to actually like someone, not just sleep with them.

There were only two people Clovis actually liked and one of them was herself.

<I’ll skip it.>

<No you won’t, Clovey. He wants you downstairs as soon as you’re up and ready.>

Clovis briefly considered stalling for as long as possible, or just waiting in bed, but then the collar yanked hold of her soul and sat her up in bed suddenly. <Oh yes, I’d almost forgotten about that wonderful addition to my life.> she said with as much sarcasm as possible. <Well I’m up now, so you can get lost and go keep Eric busy while I get ready.>

<Awwwwww.> Nora pouted, leaning in uncomfortably close to Clovis <So quick to be rid of me, I’m sure I could help get you downstairs sooner.>

<No Nora, you can’t.> Clovis pushed the dragon away from her and was surprised when she allowed that at all <I need to do all the things mortals do in the morning, things you couldn’t help with even if you knew how to.> Nora opened her mouth to say something else, but Clovis managed to cut her off again. <So why don’t you be a good slave and keep ‘master’ company?> she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

<Now see? There’s a good girl!> Nora grinned back at her, standing up off the bed and, somewhat unsteady, making her way towards the door without so much as a huff. <And well done,> She said looking back over her shoulder <you’re getting the hang of this, Clovey.>

<Get out, Nora.> Clovis stood, or rather sat, her ground until the dragon was completely out of the room and out of sight. She’d just about swung her legs out over the edge of the bed by the time Nora stuck her head back around the frame and into view.

Nora was still grinning as she spoke <You know he really is that hung?>

<Out!> Clovis yelled back, which seemed to do the trick.

Clovis took a long, deep breath, now she had time to think. Or at least think as best as she could; her heat was in full swing now along with the usual insistence in the back of her mind that she think about men. Like that dream about Eric. Well, no, that had probably been Nora’s doing.

That dream had better have been Nora’s doing.

She didn’t really want to think about that though, so her thoughts turned to what else she had to do today. There wasn’t exactly much she could do under ‘get ready’ to draw time out but she was going to do what she could. The collar had other ideas about that plan though, and at its behest Clovis sprung out of bed with an entirely uncharacteristic amount of energy. It was a rude reminder of her situation that immediately solved all of her morning grogginess. There was something uniquely terrifying about her mind taking a decision and her body moving out from under her before she’d realised there was even a choice to make, especially when she’d have picked differently.

She resolved to at least go to the bathroom, not least because it had the only brush she had found the previous night. It was such a very human thing to not leave a brush in a bedroom. There was of course a comb for hair, but that was utterly insufficient for grooming fur.

She took exactly one step towards the door before realising she had other, much more pressing, business to attend to in the bathroom. All of the fur around her crotch was soaking wet and matted together in ways that pulled on bits of flesh that shouldn’t be pulled on with every step she took, the collar not seeing any of this as a reason to let her slow down.

Of course Nora’s meddling with her sleep would have led to a wet dream. Or dreams, perhaps. Clovis had suffered through her heat many times before, and when she could sleep her mind wandered towards the horny. She didn’t feel any relief from humping the sheets all night though, masturbating did nothing to help with her heat whether awake or asleep. All it did was leave her feeling hot, bothered and disgusting as she hobbled towards the door.

She made her way to the bathroom quickly, where, thankfully, brushing her fur took longer than expected. Though to her frustration it was because she’d gotten quite so wet between her legs during the night, and had needed to wash there with a cloth to be even approachably presentable. Doing so took time, especially with her being careful around her pussy. She did let out a shrill gasp of pleasure at one point when she managed to run the cloth over her clit. And it wasn’t just around her womanly bits either, her juices were soaked into fur all the way down to her fox socks. Luckily it did the trick, nothing had dried in that needed scrubbing out. Once she’d dried and brushed it down though she felt at least moderately clean and respectable, at least as best she could for someone only wearing a slave collar.

It didn’t nearly help enough with the scent though; if Eric had been Keidran then turning up to breakfast smelling quite how she did right now would be either heinously rude or an open request for sex. Moreover, the collar didn’t seem to like the idea of her taking a bath when she thought about how long it would take to dry herself off afterward. She even contemplated making the bed sheets, but the collar seemed to think that it was stalling because she could feel it pushing that thought aside in her mind.

Clovis mulled on the order of ‘When you’re ready.’ It at least gave her the option to make herself presentable before she went strutting about the manor naked. Actually, now she thought about it, brushing the absolute wreck that was her fur was probably more important as a slave than not. ‘Be presentable for the poor human that owns and has to look at you.’ She thought with a well practiced tone of condescension that felt appropriate for the slave owners she’d used to kill.

Finally, bereft of ideas to stall with, Clovis made towards the bathroom door and discovered that things had managed to get even worse. The bathrobe she’d left on the back of the door was gone. The list of possible explanations why was short, consisting of a single four letter name beginning with N, but she still dashed back into the bedroom to check the wardrobe. It wasn’t there either. She was not surprised to find it missing from the rest of the bedroom and the bathroom as well. The idea of going back out while naked and reeking of estrus disgusted her, but she seemed to have already pushed the limit of what leeway the collar would give her to look for it.

Speaking of which, she barely had time to recognize the thought that she should go downstairs to breakfast before the collar had her marching off down the hallway. It was disconcerting at best and terrifying at worst. She’d either rescued or employed enough former slaves in her time to have heard gut-wrenching stories of what it felt like to wear these collars. But she had an entirely new perspective on just how bad they were.

The kitchen was easy to find; Clovis merely followed the smell of bacon that was gently wafting up the staircase. It was at the back of the mansion, past the main hall and close to what she guessed was probably dining facilities. To her surprise and great relief she found Eric working the stove, not Nora. The cat-dragon was still around of course, sitting at the table a short distance away, but she wasn’t cooking. Presumably Eric had also learnt that lesson.

“Good morning, Clovis! There you are.” Eric said without turning around, “I’m making some bacon, eggs and potatoes if you’d like some breakfast. Also toast, but I doubt you have an appetite for that, and there’s some fruit on the table already if you can’t wait.” Eric was wearing his own luxuriously purple bathrobe, and still had his nightcap on with a matching pair of slippers, though he seemed to have put an apron on over the top to keep them clean.

“Bacon smells wonderful.” Clovis responded entirely without thinking, before realising she’d said it quite shortly. She didn’t much care for respecting slavers, but given the current power dynamic some flattery seemed appropriate. “Thank you,” she added, “it smells fantastic.”

“Thank you.” he responded quite cheerfully. “Take a seat over by Nora, she doesn’t..” he turned around to gesture towards the table but caught himself mid sentence as his eyes fell on Clovis. He actually blushed, to her great surprise. “Ahh!” he exclaimed. “When I gave you the bathrobe last night I had intended you to be free to wear it all the time, not just for the evening.”

The sentiment gave Clovis a slightly warm feeling in her chest for a moment, before she realised that was also where his eyes were looking. They continued lower and she tucked her tail down along her legs. “I, uhmm, seem to have misplaced it, sir.” That worked as a lie, ish. She had misplaced it, by way of Nora, but didn’t show the dragon convening any orders he may have given her.

There was a pause while Eric contemplated the missing bathrome, and a part of that was spent looking over at Nora with a slightly accusatory glare and a bit of a frown. “Ahh, I see…” he started, but then took too long to collect his thoughts and let Nora interrupt.

“That’s not a problem though is it Eric.” Nora’s grin was audible as she stood up and slipped over towards Clovis, who was already bracing for more groping as her arms came up to chest level. “You don’t mind Clovey showing off her…”

“That’s an excellent idea Nora!” Eric blurted out suddenly and enthusiastically, drawing the attention, and looks of confusion, from both women. It even stopped Nora in her tracks while the dragon’s hands were barely an inch from Clovis’ boobs. “You know Clovis well, don’t you?” he didn’t wait for a response before continuing even if it was a statement she would have trouble denying. “Why don’t you go upstairs and find Clovis something to wear? You should know what fits her, and we’ve got plenty of spare slave clothes upstairs.”

For a moment Clovis had felt a disconcerting warmth in her chest as Eric tried to make her more comfortable, but then he went and reminded her she only warranted slave clothes and the much more familiar cold returned. She was at least cheered up by Nora getting cut off again when she’d barely managed to blurt out “But..”.

“You’ve never eaten breakfast in all the time I’ve known you Nora, don’t be telling me you want it now.” Eric turned back towards the hot plates he was working, flipping over some bacon that was sizzling and needed turning. “And could you make it something moderately practical, Nora? Clovis will have to do some simple housework in it today.”

Human was Clovis’ second language, but even then she could have sworn the correct verb for that sentence was ‘find’, not ‘make’. But then Human was a strange language where verbs could be interpreted differently by context, and given who Nora actually was she was probably going to use magic to fabricate something new anyway.

Speaking of Nora though, Clovis was mightily entertained by the grumpy look on her face and the scowl she was giving Eric’s back. She contemplated rubbing it in but decided against it, doing so would probably turn out bad for her in the long run. Or the short run for that matter, she noted, as inspiration flashed across Nora’s face and her frown turned upside down. “Ohh, I’ve just the thing in mind sir, I’ll be right back.” Nora said while skipping out of the kitchen.

Clovis contemplated that Nora’s smile probably meant things were going to get worse for her, but that was future Clovis’ problem.

Eric waited for Nora to leave earshot before speaking candidly. “There, that ought to keep her busy for most of breakfast.” He talked while stepping away from the stove for a moment to collect an apron like his own from the other end of the kitchen. “Here we go, try this on.”

He said to a slightly bemused Clovis as he tied a knot in the neck strap to shorten it before holding it out in front of her at head height.

Clovis contemplated exactly what he meant to do, and finally decided to very gingerly take it out of his hands, even though he seemed to be offering to put it on her himself. He seemed satisfied enough though so she quickly threw it over her head. She felt ever so slightly less naked in the apron. She also again felt that slightly comforting sensation of letting someone else be generous, kind even. It was a nice gesture, and one her heat ridden body insisted was worth letting him sleep with her for. But then the neck strap caught against the collar and while it wasn’t uncomfortable, it did remind her she was here against her will.

“Thank you, Sir.” she said, though her racing thoughts and emotions argued with each other over why. Maybe because it was the slave like thing to do, maybe because she wanted him to fuck her, maybe she was actually thankful. Or maybe she was preempting the collar before it did it for her.

“Eric,” He said, turning around to shift the bacon around on the hobs. “Call me Eric, please. Breakfast still needs some time before it will be done though, so feel free to make yourself a drink first.” He said, scooping a pair of eggs that were finished cooking off the pan. He put them down on the plate next to him, atop the ones he had already cooked, where they immediately stopped sizzling. Clovis could still see the heat rising from them and the bubbles on the white, but they were frozen in a moment of time, where they’d stay warm until the spell was broken. Clovis used the spell on occasion herself, sending such a plate down to the kitchen for them to prepare her dinner so it would arrive back to her warm. Her use of it though was beyond just mere opulence. Even wealthy Keidran would usually settle for a spell that kept the plate warm and a cover; she used stasis magic because she was good at magic. “We’ve got cold water and milk in the refrigerator, Nora’s made some coffee and there’s a kettle if you prefer tea.”

Clovis was distracted from her thoughts of magical luxuriousness by the thought of coffee. Coffee sounded amazing. She glanced around the kitchen until she found the pot sitting on its own magic powered hot plate on the other side of the room and went over to inspect it.

Clovis had a long relationship with coffee. Coffee had been cheap to buy in bad times and easy to steal a handful of at the worst. It could hide the taste of dirty water and keep a stomach happy when it had little else to digest. She’d drunk it black then because it’d been all she had, and continued to do so ever since.

The smell of coffee was still alluring to her today, and it was now, as she lifted the pot to her nose, that she noticed the scent's absence from the kitchen, or from the pot. There was something in it, a black liquid that might be tangentially related to coffee, and possibly have some element of the beans incorporated in it. She looked back around the kitchen and spotted an untouched mug of the stuff on the table opposite to where Nora had been sitting, next to a half drunk glass of water. Eric evidently didn’t much fancy it either.

She regarded the pot again. Clovis wanted coffee, and this was not coffee. It was instead, getting in the way of coffee, so it had to go. But, as she went for the sink, the collar grabbed hold of her again and stopped her. She wasn’t allowed to throw out edible food without permission, not just because she preferred something better.

Fuck. She dreaded every little bit of the prospect of asking someone for permission. But on the flip side she really, really wanted coffee now and that won out.

Holding the not-coffee in one hand she half turned around to look at Eric and summoned the willpower to chew on her pride. “Eric, could I make some coffee for us both?” She had to stop herself from biting her own tongue in shame at having to ask permission from the household owner. And your owner. The thought should have flashed through the back of her head as a sarcastic statement, but something about the collar grabbed hold of it and stamped it against it against the forefront of her mind as though it wanted to leave an imprint. Such thoughts were evidently not to be taken lightly, and Clovis found it deeply unsettling.

Eric glanced over his shoulder as he spoke, “I think Nora has made some…”, but stopped as he caught sight of Clovis holding up the coffee pot. The intention was clear, and there was a moment of recognition between the two as to the nature of what coffee was and what it was not, the latter being the better descriptor of what Nora had made. Nora however, was not here, and the two shared an exciting moment of daring as they jointly decided a good cup of coffee was worth risking her ire. “I’d love for you to make some coffee, Clovis.” He said with the exasperated, yet now excited, voice of a man who could not remember when he had last known coffee.

Clovis breathed a sigh of relief and tried very hard to ignore the voice in her head telling her that the whole affair really hadn’t been so bad. “Would you also pour me some when you’re done? Milk and two sugars.” Eric asked while she turned and made for the sink. Clovis tried very hard not to judge him for his tastes, and ultimately failed. She managed a small nod at least.

It was only when Clovis noticed Eric’s eyes wandering, albeit briefly, that she remembered the apron only covered her front. She’d turned sideways to him now and right now her butt was sticking out, and her tail was wagging for all the wrong reasons. The half of her mind that hated being so exposed was quicker on its feet and she turned to face the human, slightly awkwardly.

Realising her embarrassment, or perhaps now denied the view, Eric turned away from her and left Clovis to rinse out the pot. Troubling to her though, was that right after deciding to hide her immodesty, the other half of her mind had suggested she turn her back on Eric and show off everything. Partly this was her heat stricken mind that wanted to do whatever it took to make him sleep with her. That bit she could at least hate, suppress, and blame on Nora.

Clovis stuffed those thoughts into a back corner of her mind and figured out the magical coffee maker, another magical device of convenience that she employed someone to do in her own home. She then poured out two mugs of coffee, adding two spoons of sugar to one of them and some milk from the refrigerator. As she put the milk back she noticed that the entire volume inside of it was inherently chilled, not mere ice magic against the back wall; a superior, albeit more expensive solution.

As she turned around to sit down at the table, she noticed Eric already there, gently moving bacon and eggs from the stasis plates he’d laid out in the middle. A moment of panic ran up her spine as she realised she’d been showing off her butt to him for however long it had been since he’d finished cooking. Then an even more disconcerting excitement replaced it as she wondered if he’d liked the view.

Thankfully the sense of embarrassment was replaced by the smell of bacon arriving from their plates as Eric served her a selection of strips, eggs, fried potatoes and a smoked sausage while she sat down and returned an offer of coffee. Clovis was used to being served, was also used to those people being in her employment, or at least terrified of her retribution. Now there was someone giving her food out of kindness and the whole thing left her feeling quite flustered.

“Please, do go ahead.” Eric invited as he started on his own breakfast.

Clovis started by stabbing a slice of bacon with her knife and trying to cut it with her fork. She mumbled something about Nora placing the cutlery the wrong way round while swapping hands to Eric’s amusement and slight surprise. All was forgotten though as he took a gentle sip from his mug, and then let out the long and satisfied sigh of someone who could not remember when they had last known coffee. “This is perfect by the way, thank you so much for it.” he added.

Clovis felt pressure to say something nice back, which could have been her logical mind telling her to blend in as a slave, or possibly the collar prodding her to be nicer to her master. It could also be her pre-empting the collar and she decided either way to compliment the food with something that was probably “thank you breakfast is very nice.” by the time she’d finished tripping over words. Afterwards she also considered that it might have been her heat ridden mind trying to convince Eric to sleep with her and buried the thought under bacon.

Clovis was not terribly hungry, and usually one to skip out on breakfast since she normally felt a little hunger helped keep her on her toes, but today she allowed herself to indulge. In truth the sausage relied a bit too heavily on seasoning and the fried potatoes were nothing to write home about, but he’d cooked the eggs perfectly and the bacon was completely different to what she was used to. It was still bacon, but the humans evidently did something differently with bacon strips and she liked it.

“So, how long have you known Nora?” The emphasis in Eric’s words were on the ‘you’ and Clovis paused in her eating to consider that. She could of course lie as much as necessary to protect their real identities, but she hadn’t put much thought into creative lying or weaving a coherent backstory. “I get the feeling you’ve known her much longer than I have.”

Clovis nodded to that “Several years now.” she said plainly, opting for a vague lie by omission. She generally did not want to be in this situation, but if she had to be, she’d prefer the conversation at least be about something besides Nora. “It feels longer though.”

Eric finished munching on a potato and swallowed before continuing. “Then you’re probably familiar with how,” he paused to find a word that was sufficient to describe Nora, but also polite enough; “pushy, she can be sometimes.”

“That feels like an understatement.” the words slipped out of her mouth quite naturally and before she could rephrase it a little more sensitively.

“It probably is.” he admitted quite freely, “You staying with me this week is of course her idea, and she clearly wants it to be a success.”

He left an opening to let Clovis chime in with her own opinions on the matter, something she proceeded to do so with perhaps a little bit too much candour. “Regardless of what I want it seems.”

It was only after she’d said it that she realised she’d perhaps said too much. Or maybe not? It wouldn’t exactly be a stretch for a slave to not want to be pushed into sex against their will. But would they be so open about it? Was Eric not trying to let her be open with this whole conversation?

Clovis continued second guessing herself until she realised how shocked Eric seemed by this. She couldn’t figure out why he’d be surprised, but she hadn’t thus far credited him with being overly clued in about Nora. Of course he was probably under some magical charms or whatever else the dragon was using to keep him clueless about her, so she might have been prodding against the edges of that.

“Well, actually, that’s the point I’d like to address.” His voice was still and calm, backed up by an expression of gentle seriousness, “Because I don’t care about what Nora’s intentions are: I am the master of this household, I am in control here, and I am not going to hurt you by doing anything with you that you don’t want me to.”

A pregnant silence fell over the room as Clovis’ mind raced for words. She’d made her career by out thinking her opponents, always being a step ahead of them and today she’d dropped the ball. Eric had served her a nice breakfast and made small talk and she’d been convinced it was a lead in, sooner or later, to trying to bed her. Something half her mind had been counting on.

She shut that half up and tried to focus on the now and the future. Of course he was still planning to sleep with her, she thought, that was the whole point of this escapade. He’s just coming at it from a different angle, trying to woo her into his bed so he doesn’t have to force her. Maybe he was a romantic, maybe he enjoyed the challenge, or maybe he thought himself such a casanova that he could swoon any woman he liked without force.

The problem was; if Clovis considered herself the last woman on the planet that would sleep with him, then this human could, in fact, swoon any woman he desired. Her heart was racing and her loins throbbing. That female part of her brain was screaming at her to drop breakfast, grab him by the collar and lead him to the bed. If even going so far as that, the kitchen table would do fine in a hurry, she just needed his dick and now.

Clovis gave herself a mental slap to refocus herself. Again. She realised she’d already done that and her heat fueled mind had circled back to trying to sleep with the human. And now it had been an awkwardly long time since he’d said something. She kicked herself back into character and scrambled for what a scared slave in a strange household might say. “Uhm, Thank you, Eric.” She said rather meekly. She’d be thankful of course, for such a kind courtesy her owner was doing herself, Clovis told herself while trying very hard to also tell herself it was all an act, including the way she sounded.

“You’re welcome.” Eric seemed to disguise a sigh of relief when she finally spoke up, before going back to clearing his breakfast.

Clovis did likewise, Eric had turned out to be a reasonably good cook. Well, it wasn’t too difficult to screw up bacon, and breakfast was difficult to screw up when it included bacon. So fine, perhaps he was taking the easy route to her heart. No, stomach, easy route to her stomach.

Crap, her mind was wandering again, downwards.

“So unfortunately, Nora didn’t pick a particularly good time for your visit.” Eric started a new line of conversation as he mopped up the last of the bacon grease with some toast. “I need to go into town today and…”

“I’ve found just the right outfit for Clovey to wear today!” A concerningly excited Nora said from the doorway to the kitchen.

Ahh yes, future Clovis’ problems had turned up.

Clovis turned her head to look at Nora slowly, terrified of what she might see. The dragon cat was holding up a dress, mostly in black, but with a frilly white chest and ruffled white edging in too many places. There were ‘accessories’ as well, it seemed, since there seemed to be more clothes underneath the white stockings the dragon had draped over her arms. It was something she’d read more about than seen in person, but she was fairly confident in identifying it as a maid’s dress: A type of outfit humans had their Keidran household slaves wear so they didn’t have to look at too much fur. Female household slaves specifically, at least for the most part; the dress and ruffles were all distinctly feminine.

It would cover more of her than the apron though. At least it wouldn’t leave her ass hanging out for Eric to ogle. Unless he liked dressing his slaves in maid outfits; Clovis could understand the kinkyness in fucking the domestic slave that wasn’t supposed to be for sex. Especially if the master did so while she was in the middle of cleaning; bend her over the table, lift up her skirt and have his way with her, then send her back to work still dripping with his seed…

“MMMHMmm” Eric mumbled through his food as he swallowed the last of it. “That looks perfect Nora! Exactly what I had in mind.”

Clovis’ heart fluttered when her mind matched Eric’s approval of the dress to the thought of how pretty she’d look in it. Her mind was now placing herself in the scenario she’d just been thinking about; bending over and lifting her tail up to keep the skirt out of the way while he railed her from behind.

She took a mental grasp on those feelings and buried them deep down in the back of her subconscious before Nora could hear them, lest they be the only thing she dreamt of tonight.

“I knew you’d like it.” Nora was bubbling with fake excitement. “Why don’t I help Clovey get dressed for you, then you can give her new uniform a thorough inspection?”

A deep sensation ran down Clovis’ spine. She tried very hard to convince herself it had been a cold shiver, but a nagging voice kept telling her it hadn’t felt very cold at all.

“Yes, you should take Clovis upstairs and help her get dressed.” Eric said, seemingly agreeing with Nora yet there were some distinct differences in their plans. “But, I’m also going upstairs to get dressed because I have work to do in town today.” he continued as he got up from the table and walked over to Nora, who now seemed to be standing in the doorway deliberately as though to block either of them from leaving.

“Oh but it can wait, Eric.” Nora said with vastly more confidence and insistence than was appropriate for a ‘slave’. “Clovey will be in a maid outfit in a few minutes and is in desperate need of your triaininggggg….”

Nora’s lustrous suggestions melted away into goey pleasure as Eric hooked two fingers inside her collar and tugged her towards him. “Take Clovis upstairs, get her dressed in the maids outfit, and be done by the time I am ready to leave.” The inflections in Eric’s voice left no doubt to his conviction or insistence, but his tone was neither harsh nor gentle. It was, it seemed, exactly what he needed to turn Nora to jelly because the rest of her body seemed to go limp in his hands. “Am I clear?”

“Yes master.” Nora purred back, steadily leaning more and more into his arm until Clovis was quite sure that gravity had taken a quick break.

Eric rewarded Nora with a long, sensual scritch under her chin. “Good girl.” he said, softly.

Nora gasped gleefully, and leant her head into his hand as he gave her a few gentle pets along the side of her face, purring into it.

Things finally clicked into place in Clovis’ mind. She’d been wondering why Nora was bothering with this slaver that was, by all measures of his description, everything she’d so hated about Clovis enough to curse her in the first place. But in the time she’d known her, Clovis had learned of the other side to Nora. The dragon, quite hypocritically, enjoyed being submissive and under someone else’s control. This would normally be a problem for one of the most powerful creatures in the world, but for so long as she wished to maintain the act of being a slave Keidran, she was powerless. And so long as he had no idea how much fire he was playing with, Eric was giving her everything she wanted.

But he was playing with dragon fire.

Nora sagged under her own weight as she melted into Eric’s hand so utterly that she was still practically liquid even now he’d let go. In fact, Clovis spotted where she was actually holding herself up with magic under her arms, letting her legs dangle down underneath her.

Eric took the opportunity to step around Nora now she was out of the way of the door, and make a quick exit up the staircase. Clovis couldn’t help but be impressed by his speed, and the perfect timing of his escape.

“So can I also get everything I want if I call you a ‘good girl’?” Clovis said snidely as soon as Eric was halfway up the stairs and out of earshot.

Nora huffed dismissively, picking herself up again and strolling over towards Clovis. “Pff, Clovey, you wouldn’t know the first thing about actually making me feel like a good girl.”

Clovis turned, leaning over the back of her chair with an arm to look at Nora properly. “So try me.” She suggested, sounding as earnest as she could. “Give me my dick back, we’ll make an anti-magic collar strong enough to hold you down and I’ll give you your own adventure just like this one.” She could never tell when the dragon was scrying through her mind, despite her every attempt to at least make a warning spell. Still, should Nora have chosen this moment to look, she’d have found Clovis telling the truth, and if she found that surprising then she didn’t really know Clovis that well after all.

Nora just chuckled back. “If for even a moment I thought you wouldn’t just take the opportunity to kill me, I’d spend the day being bored just to prove you wrong.” The dragon-cat loomed over Clovis, grinning widely. “But that’s for another day regardless, today we need to get you into this adorable maid outfit.”

The world fizzled out in a blue haze of magic as Nora teleported the two of them straight to the bedroom. She left the chair Clovis had been sitting on behind though and so the half-wolf took a short and undignified trip downwards with arms flailing, ending in a heap on the floor right next to the bed.

“Come on now Clovey.” Nora said condescendingly from above her. “This is no time for laying about.”

Clovis let out a long sigh of frustration as she picked herself up off the floor. “Everyone has their weaknesses, Nora. I wish yours were more useful than staircases, but one day I will find a way to make them your downfall.”

“But not today, today you play maid.” Nora said, grinning, and holding a black garter belt and matching pair of white leggings. “Here, start with these first.”

Clovis opted not to push the matter with the mind control collar she was wearing, even if she did detest how very exposed and womanly the whole garb looked. The garter belt sat high on her hips, with a pair of buttons to hold it up above her tail, while the leggings were comfortable if a bit tight. She rolled them up to put them on to try and minimise the degree to which they brushed her fur up the wrong way, but there was some sort of magic to prevent that anyway because her fur kept flattening itself down in front of the fabric.

The whole thing still felt very revealing though, even more so than being naked. It managed to clothe all the bits she was fine with showing and leave the bits she wasn’t exposed. It didn’t at all help that her mind kept wondering if Eric would find it sexy, and how she didn’t need to take any of it off to have sex with him.

“You do look gorgeous in that Clovey.” Nora commented, “Strike a pose wearing that and you’ll have Eric just where you want him.” There was an implication that ‘where she wanted him’ was between her legs and Clovis was struggling with the same thought within her own mind.

“Shut up and put that dress on me already.” Clovis said before her mind could wander any more. She hated how ridiculous the thing looked, but it would still be better than naked, or in just these leggings.

Putting on the dress was a two person job, with Nora guiding the dress over Clovis’ outstretched arms first, then her head and torso. The only reason she could get her chest in at all though was because the back of the dress had adjustable straps to tighten it up afterwards. Nora took far too much relish in doing them up as tightly as possible, squeezing the air out of Clovis while also helping to press out her ample bosom. The dress was cut there to support her breasts and help push them out, but it was also tight enough she felt like the stitching would give way at any moment. That was probably the intention.

The outfit was primarily black, though with a white front piece running up from her waist lined with frilly white ruffles. That extended over her chest, with more ruffles lining her breasts and a small black bow in the middle of them which was actually just decoration. The sleeves only went half way down her upper arm with more white ruffles lining the ends of them. The skirt though, for all its ridiculous width and more white ruffling along the lower edge, was at least long enough to cover her knees. It didn’t have a slot for her tail though. Either it was meant to cover up her tail, or her tail lifting the skirt was an intended feature.

The thought of Eric lifting her tail while bending her over some furniture and taking her from behind without ever bothing with a bed flashed through her mind. Again. Maybe if Eric was still insistent on going out this morning, he might still have enough time for a quickie? He wouldn’t have to take anything off her, and the fact she’d just be leaking his cum down her legs when he was done somehow made it more arousing.

“You’ve gone flush, Clovey. I think you might be enjoying this.” Nora snarked as she handed Clovis a pair of frilly wristbands with an elasticated black strap that she slipped on over her hands. Nora meanwhile, stepped around her to put on a matching neckpiece with a bow that covered her collar, but better fit the outfit.

“I’m not enjoying it Nora.” Clovis spat back while putting up with the dragon securing a ridiculous white headpiece on top of her hair. “I’m noticing how you’ve given me a dress that I don’t even need to take off to be raped. Which thanks to you I can find both sickening and arousing simultaneously.”

“Why Clovey!” Nora said with far too much excitement. “Are you going to try and tell me that coercing someone into sex is wrong?”

Clovis glared daggers back at Nora, mostly because she knew that was an argument she wasn’t going to win, no matter how hypocritical it was of the dragon. Nora had been through her mind and, she suspected, had tallied up what she considered to be sins. In an attempt to understand the dragon, Clovis had recalled all of the ‘incidents’ she might possibly have taken umbrance to. To her despair, she had discovered that if Nora was trying to ‘even her score’ as it were, then she was barely over half way there, depending on how you counted it.

“I’m saying you forgot underwear Nora.” She said, deflecting the whole argument for later. “They’re a practical measure, because we wear clothes to be more than just dressing to pretty ourselves up.”

“You do look very pretty in that dress though Clovey.” Nora said grinning. “And you’re right, you would just need to take them off…”

“Underwear, Nora, Now.” Clovis cut her off and insisted on the matter, she could do without Nora fueling her own horny desires.

Rolling her eyes and sighing, Nora relented and held out a pair of thin pink panties for Clovis, dangling them from a finger. “Ok fine here, I have these. But I warn you though…”

“Shut up Nora.” Clovis snapped as she snatched the underwear. It was pink, very pink, and had a disgustingly cute heart on the front that was even pinker. They were far from the skimpiest clothing Nora had forced her into though and at least moderately covered her crotch. By the time she’d gotten them on and fumbled with the garter belt straps enough to get them over the top of the underwear she felt less than half as exposed as she had before. So there was that at least.

When she looked up, Nora was wearing an identical maids outfit to her own, twirling from side to side to show the way it flicked the skirt up and out. Clovis doubted she’d bothered with underwear underneath it.

“Come on then Clovey, we’re nearly late.” she said with too much of a grin as the two of them teleported out of the room in a magical fuzz. This time, the pair appeared at the front of the household. Or so Clovis presumed, because she hadn’t come in that way.

Barely a second later Eric appeared at the top of the stairwell. “Ahh, there you two are!” He said cheerfully, trotting down the stairs towards them.

Eric was wearing a dull light grey shirt with long sleeves, and a sleeveless, hooded tabard over the top of that which was the exact same shade of boring. The pants and waistwrap were an even darker and less interesting shade of grey. Human fashion had always confused Clovis. She would have been wearing flashy colours and jewellery to display her wealth. Eric meanwhile was wearing what someone had designed to be the most uninteresting clothes possible.

The only bit of colour on his person was a brown leather messenger bag he had slung over his shoulder that… Clovis stopped in her thoughts and paid it extra attention as Eric descended the stairs, holding it for safekeeping. Through the gap at the top of it she could see it seemed to contain some binder perhaps, or a document box? But it had none of the weight of a bag weighed down by any amount of paperwork. A childhood growing up on the streets had taught Clovis to identify the subtle shifts in the way a bag would move when it was enchanted to reduce the weight of its contents, and there was some serious magic in that bag.

“Ready for our inspection sir!” Nora chirped sweetly, bouncing a little bit on the tips of her toes, making the dress of her maid outfit shake. “How do we look?”

“You both look stunning Nora.” Eric said beaming as he walked over to them. “Clovis, how are you feeling now? Is the dress comfortable enough?”

He was doing it again, showing concern for her feelings in an attempt to endear himself to her so she’d sleep with him. It was working, but she still wasn’t used to the idea of this human caring about her feelings, or anyone for that matter. “It’s fine, and I feel better for wearing something.” she gave some half truths to the very open ended question. Nora had done up the lacing on her dress far too tightly for her liking and she hated the way it showed off her breasts, but it was at least clothes so it was better than some of the escapades Nora had taken her on.

“I’m glad to hear that and I’m sorry I need to spend your first day here in town, but I’ve got business that absolutely cannot wait.” He’d been speaking directly to Clovis, but turned to Nora and headed her off right as she’d gotten her mouth open. “No it can’t wait Nora, no matter how much you beg, so don’t start.”

“Fiiiiine.” Nora said with a fake pout.

“Good, now, while I’m gone those maid outfits aren’t just for show, I want the two of you to do some cleaning up around the house, starting with the kitchen.” He said, raising his hand and beginning to count off his fingers as he listed everything he wanted done. “The sink can wash dishes magically but it’s old and still needs to be loaded by hand. Then cycle the water in the baths, there’s runes for it in the bathrooms but it needs to be activated by hand. Then please change the bedsheets in all of our rooms and finally,” he said with an exasperated sigh “see what you can do about dusting around here. I know it’s quite bad and honestly, it’s best to start where it isn’t so bad, then it’s more likely to be somewhere that actually gets used.”

“Of course, I’ll see that Clovey gets to work right away!” Nora said, actually bouncing up and down in place on her toes with fake excitement.

Clovis had meant to be silent, given a grumble was not going to pass muster with the collar. Nora gave her a kick though, or something magical because her legs didn’t actually move. “Yes Eric.” Clovis half mumbled.

“Good, and Nora?” Eric stepped back over to them and hooked a finger in through the top of Nora’s collar and tugged her towards him, her nose stopping only an inch from his own. “You will help, understand?”

“Yes master.” Nora purred.

“Good girl.”

Eric gave Nora some headpats that she again melted into. Then, while she was sufficiently disabled, made a swift exit with a short goodbye before Nora could recover herself.

“I don’t suppose you actually intend to be a ‘good girl’ and help at all so you?” Clovis said, doing her very best to ruin Nora’s moment of euphoria.

Nora resisted the urge to humpf and give Clovis the satisfaction of ruining something nice. “Of course I am going to help!” She said accusingly. With a flick of her wrists and a sparkle of magic, Nora summoned a small ingot of cheap metal that had several complicated patterns of magical runes enchanted into them. “observe.” She stated as she activated one of them.

Clovis had been trying to expect something unexpected. It certainly wasn’t going to be something helpful to cleaning, like an automaton to clean for them, or transporting away dust. she’d almost been expecting the dragon to take them somewhere else or summon someone new to make things ‘interesting’ again. She certainly hadn’t been expecting her panties to start vibrating.

She especially wasn’t expecting how nice it felt against her very wet, very horny clit.

“Ahhh!!?? Nora! This isn’t helping me!” She exclaimed, grasping hold of her crotch through the skirt. The vibrations didn’t feel nearly so powerful to her hands, but they seemed to be getting stronger.

“Pfff.” Nora blew her off dismissively “I’m not helping you. I’m helping Eric get laid tonight.”

Clovis stumbled and grabbed hold of a nearby side table for support as her knees threatened to buckle. She stared daggers back at Nora. She was already thinking about sleeping with the human anyway and fighting the notion that it was her horny, female, heat ridden body talking. At this rate, by evening, her body was going to be the only bit of her still talking at all.

“Ohh, and no taking those panties off or touching yourself.” Nora added before Clovis could think of even a halfway witty comeback, the only thing she could think about was how good the vibrations felt. “They’re not actually going to let you get off and you’re not allowed to finish the job.”

As Clovis turned a flush shade of pink as the panties relentlessly assaulted her most sensitive spots, she could already feel them backing off. They were slowing down until little more than a dull buzz insufficient to drive her to orgasm yet keeping her worked up. “I know damned well by now that doesn't help with heat anyway.” She growled back angry and dejected.

“Oh I know.” Nora said. “But try telling me that again in an hour. Those panties are fun.”