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Clovis sighed. She could feel the warmth approaching; in her limbs, in the back of her head where it throbbed for attention, in her loins, in her breasts that ached for contact and in her mind that it filled with lewd imagery she couldn't stop thinking about. She wasn't quite desperate enough to seek relief from the week or more of heat that was approaching, but her mind kept thinking about it and her body was encouraging her.

She stood up from where she sat at her desk and made for her bedroom. She knew all too well what was coming, and she had to make the best of what sleep she could get while she could. She was entirely capable of knocking herself out with magical or medicinal means once her heat started, but that was a hazardous practice for someone who was harried by assassins on an infrequent basis. The problem was that the sleep would be fitful and restless. The dreams were worse than what she would imagine during the day, they felt real instead. They felt real in places she didn't want things to feel real, and she would wake up in the middle of the night humping her sheets.

The worst was how good they could feel.

Clovis wiped that thought from her mind as quickly as it appeared. Her heat was already screwing with her, and she wasn't looking forward to the coming days. Tonight may well be the last night of good sleep for a week or more.

Clovis left the scattered papers and half finished spells where they were on the desk and made for the stairs. The ground floor meeting room, where Clovis met with clients and henchmen, was on the floor below her private study where she conducted her own magical experiments and private paperwork. These days, as with today, that consisted mostly of trying to reverse the curse that had not only turned her female, but also rendered her incapable of using male pronouns when referring to herself. On the top floor was her personal chambers. Spacious and comfortably furnished, it was heavily protected with magic spells to keep out intruders, while also having magical means of entry and escape to her country manor. With increasing height, a decreasing number of other people would be admitted, with only a select few private courtesans having ever seen the inside of her bedroom.

The door to her bedchamber creaked open loudly and gave way to the gently lit room. Exquisitely made wood panelling lined the walls, her wardrobe filled one side while the other led to her private hot tub. The feather filled four poster bed in the middle of the room now beckoned to her warmly, as did the white cat Keidran laying across it.

<There you are, Clovey!>

<NooooooOOO!> Clovis bellowed as she backed out of the room, almost tripping in her haste. <No no no no no no no no no not again!>.

Even without the horns and the yellow, pupil-less eyes, Clovis recognized Nora. The way she carried herself, the way she called her 'Clovey', and the unnerving way she frequently breached all of the magical protection spells on Clovis' home without setting any of the alarms off. <I'm not interested in another of your escapades!> Catching her footing underneath her as she passed a few feet from the door Clovis spun around to run, but instead bumped chest first into the waiting cat dragon.

Nora stayed completely stationary in reckless defiance to the laws of physics, reaching out to grab Clovis before she bounced backwards. She of course gripped the half fox by the butt, giving both cheeks a firm squeeze that made the bridge of her nose turn red in embarrassment. <But you had so much fun last time!>

<I did not enjoy that!> Clovis grabbed hold of Nora's arms and tried to pry them from her bosom unsuccessfully.

<That's not what you were moaning at the end.> Nora cocked a sly grin as she leant forwards into Clovis, giving her a playful lick on the cheek. <You still have that pretty princess dress.> The half-wolf, recognizing that Nora must have dispelled whatever magic had kept her static in place, responded by grabbing her by the shoulders and throwing her off. Ill footted when only on two feet on a good day, Nora tumbled to the ground with a huff and Clovis took the opportunity to run for it.

She made straight for the safe-room at the back of her living quarters. Safe-room was perhaps a bit optimistic, in truth it was a side study around which Clovis had place every anti-magic, counter projection, dispel and shield spell she could find. She'd designed it several visits from Nora ago, but it hadn't been ready the last time the dragon had decided to terrorise her. It would utterly nullify her own magic, including the breast wraps she was wearing, and several of the spells interfered with each other in a way that gave Clovis a mild headache, but it had food and water for a week and would hopefully keep Nora out.

“Hopefully" was the word of choice, Clovis contemplated as she picked up to an open sprint. She had calculated the mana it would take to completely stop Nora, and it was far in excess of any amount ever known to have been amassed in one place. It would take an entire building just to hold the mana crystals, and with mana becoming unstable in high concentration it would also be the world's largest bomb. She wasn't quite sure how big the explosion would be in the event of it being damaged, but it would at least level a city block. Suffice to say it was several orders of magnitude more mana than Clovis could ever hope to wield herself.

But, she didn't need to stop the world's most powerful dragon. In fact Nora probably wasn't even here. Hopefully. Clovis was fairly certain Nora was actually repurposing the magical link once used to spy on Zen and Natani to instead spy on Clovis, projecting herself and a small portion of her magic from somewhere else in the world. Somewhere far away, probably in Human territories.

Clovis didn't need to stop a dragon, she merely needed to make it inconvenient enough for her to cast magic from halfway round the world that she wouldn't bother. Then wait for her to get bored and forget about Clovis. That bit probably wouldn't take a week, but Clovis intended to play it safe.

The Princess sprinted as fast as she could. She was not naturally athletic, spending little time doing physical work herself, though in the panic of the moment she found herself faster on her feet than she had expected. She was past the halfway point to salvation when she heard the crackling fizz of magic as something materialised around her neck. The weight of something metallic settled down on her shoulders, though she didn't have time to consider what it might be, or what twisted and kinky plan Nora was scheming. She could only make it to the room and hope it would hold.

<Stop running from your problems, Clovey!>

Clovis came to an abrupt halt only a meter from the safe room door. Without any consideration for how own intentions her body simply stopped on its own. <Really?! A control collar? That's low even for you!> She screamed out without bothering to turn back towards the dragon.

Nora draped her arms over Clovis' shoulders from behind, pressing her breasts into the folf's back and hugging her tightly. <Isn't it funny how 'don't run from your problems' worked so well?>

Clovis growled lowly, flexing her arms at her sides and refusing to engage Nora's attention <You are all of the problems in my life.>

Nora grinned. Clovis couldn't see her face, but somehow the dragon exuded her own presence so much she could feel the smile. <Aww thank you Clovey, and you haven't even heard why I'm here yet.> Nora whispered into her mind while also nibbling on Clovis' ear.

<And I'd die happily not knowing.> Clovis spat back. She urged her body to not do anything stupid like get excited as Nora's arms roamed over her, and it proceeded to ignore her protests.

<I've met this fascinating guy I want you to meet.> Nora purred as she spoke and stroked <He's a very talented artist and we're going to go spend a few days visiting him getting our portraits painted.>

Clovis curled her hands into fists as she tried to contain her own arousal, Nora's hands were now stroking down her chest, pulling back her cloak. <And yet still you manage to make it lewd. You sound like you're setting me up for a date.> She huffed in disgust.

Silence fell over the room for several seconds that Clovis spent growing ever more distressed. For an immortal being, Nora didn't have much in the way of patience and would have normally abhorred a silence. That meant she was up to something. She'd even stopped purring.

Realisation dawned on Clovis slowly, a cold shiver working its way up her spine as she realized what she'd said. <No Nora, don't you dare!>

<Oh, you're going to like him so much!> Nora bounced with excitement as she spoke <So why don't you get undressed while I fill you in on the details?> Nora gave Clovis an overly enthusiastic hug as she said 'fill', but then let go to give her space to undress. Clovis growled with disapproval as she turned around and began unbuckling the cape she wore.

<He's this young and dashingly attractive human. A merchant by trade, so wealthy enough for your tastes.> Clovis dropped the cloak to the side and began unbuttoning the front of her vest. <He's a recent heir to his father's slave trading business. That's what the collar is for, by the way.>

<Wait, What? You can't just sell me into slavery!> Clovis' voice broke in panic as she dropped her top to one side and began lifting up the black undershirt she wore.

<Oh, yes I can!> Nora smirked as she reached forward and began undoing the knots that held Clovis' chest wrappings in place, flicking them off and using a little magic of her own to unravel them around the fox, letting her breasts flop out of them. <But I'm not going to, not today at least.>

Clovis' growled at the dragon cat in response as she bent forwards, hooking her thumbs in the belt of her pants and pushed them down over her hips. Nora took the opportunity to grab hold of her exposed breasts, gently kneading them and eliciting a surprised but not entirely unpleasant yipe. <So you're not selling me into slavery, just handing me naked and collared to a human slaver. That will clearly absolve you of all moral responsibility for what happens to me.>

Thoughts of what that could entail crossed Clovis' mind. She knew exactly what humans did to Keidran slaves, some of those things were her worst case, nightmare scenario for what might happen if her guild ever caught her.

Nora paused, a smirk crawled up her face as she unhanded Clovis' breasts and let her stand up <You know we could try that if you liked, Clovey. Find you a nice master to treat you wrongly.>

Clovis' expression turned to one of horror at the realisation that Nora was poking around in her mind again, and was proposing what Clovis had just been thinking <No Nora, don't you dare!>

<I can hear what you're thinking, Clovey. I know how much you're enjoying that collar.> Nora reached for Clovis' neck, hooking a finger up under the metal band and giving it a tug <Especially when I pull on it.>

Clovis burned bright red with anger and humiliation as her tail flicked behind her, unable to keep it from displaying her excitement <Get out of my head, Nora!>

<I'd be there the whole time to make sure you'd be completely safe.> Nora leaned in, purring softly as her nose hovered right in front of Covis' <I think you'd really enjoy having twenty men->

<Fine!> Clovis yelled to interrupt Nora before she could finish her sordid train of thought. <Tell me all about this fucking human you've met.>

Nora smirked mischievously in such a way that Clovis knew she hadn't entirely forgotten the idea. <His name is Eric Vaughan.> She announced as though she felt it conveyed enough sense of majesty to deserve attention on its own <He's young, pretty, attractive and smart, though occasionally naïve. The most important thing though is that he knows how to treat a girl right, feed her a nice meal, paint a pretty portrait of her then invite her into his bed and take no for an answer it she doesn't want to.>

<Wait.> Clovis said, then paused, making sure she did recall Nora mentioning the subject before she ended up accidentally giving the dragon new ideas on how to humiliate her. Again. <He paints portraits? What sort of portraits and why do I feel like you're planning to humiliate me?>

<Because you're still embarrassed by your own body.> Nora huffed indignantly <That's not my fault->

<Yes it is!> Clovis interjected

<But I can still help you appreciate what you've been given, Eric certainly will. He happens to be quite the connoisseur of the Keidran form, knows them inside out and is very good at what he does.> Nora grinned cheekily <He's also a fairly decent painter, and some practice with you won't hurt.>

<Cute.> Clovis frowned at the dragon. <But you told me he takes no for an answer, right? So are you telling the truth or just trying to weasel your way out of admitting that you're going to get me raped?> Clovis huffed before adding <again.>

<Of course not, Clovey, he takes consent very seriously.> Nora gently pressed a finger to Clovis' nose and the two began to magically teleport away from the mansion.

<I just know how to make you say yes.>