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The universe felt a faint tingle as its rules were bent and twisted out of shape just long enough for Nora and Clovis to teleport halfway around the world, the two appearing perfectly positioned in the middle of a back bedroom.

<Fine.> Clovis continued <So where are we then?> the irritated half wolf asked as she glanced around the room, taking in her surroundings. The room was lushly furnished, a comfortable four post bed occupying most of the room with matching varnished wood furniture and a carpet covering most of the floor. Heavy, patterned drapes fluttered in the breeze, reaving an open door to a balcony. Clovis made her way over, pulling back the fabric to look out over the moonlit city in the relative warmth from indoors. The view stretched out over the city, all the way to the expansive docks and tall ships of the Human trading fleet.

<We’re in one of the back bedrooms of the Vaughan manor, recently inherited by its new young master.> Nora sauntered after Clovis, hugging her from behind with one arm and resting her chin on the half-fox’s shoulder. Her other hand reached down and firmly gropped the exposed butt cheek.

Clovis took a long, sharp breath of air, and tried her very best to keep calm and not give Nora the response she craved. She knew all too well that the dragon was a creature of pleasure and entertainment; if denied both she would simply get bored and stop. Though as fingers crept underneath Clovis’ tail she was reminded how difficult the dragon could be to ignore.

<Vaughan, Vaughan.> She mumbled to herself as she tried to concentrate on something besides her backside <That puts us in Wreathwood. That matches with the docks, and I presume most of those boats will be slave barges?> she fought a stutter as Nora responded by gently circling her tailhole with the tip of a finger. <I seem to remember the heir to the Vaughan empire joined the Templar, who are so well known for how kindly they treat Keidran. I do hope your promise of consent doesn’t turn out to be utter tripe.>

While her other paw maintained its threatening posture underneath her tail, Nora’s free arm moved upwards to Clovis’ breast, gently cupping it from underneath and squeezing gently <The eldest did yes,> Nora conveniently ignored the suggestion of underhandedness <but the younger son inherited the business, and he has quite the affinity for tailed women.>

<How charming.> Clovis said through gritted teeth as Nora finally let go of her rear, though it was only so she could focus both hands on her woefully voluminous breasts, alternating strong and gentle gropes on each breast and intermixing it with gentle strokes across the fur that covered her nipples. A deep blush crossed her face as Nora’s ministrations began to show effect and it took all of her willpower to keep her tail still.

With her concentration broken, it only took a few more moments before her cool broke as well and Clovis snapped <Will you stop that?!>

<No.> the dragon responded, then in typical style proceeded to double her efforts and make it worse. One of her arms dropped away from Clovis’ breast, though only so it could run down her front, her outstretched fingers stroking through the short, light belly fur. It took a detour only to circle her belly button with a finger before dropping further to her crotch, clutching her as Nora pressed into her from behind in a tight embrace. Clovis gritted her teeth and clenched her fists into balls as she tried to ignore the sensations from the experienced dragon.

A small squeak escaped the folf’s lips as Nora ran an outstretched claw through the fur covering her pussy, starting from between her legs and running all the way up to her clit, never once making contact with any flesh. It elicited a small thrust from the hot and flustered folf. <Stop holding the moan,> Nora whispered into her ear.

Clovis shuddered as she let out a long, needy moan of pleasure and desperation. She was thankful for the strong construction of the drapes as she gripped them tightly and supported herself on them as her legs wavered and wobbled beneath her, threatening to buckle at any moment. She’d put all of her effort into resisting Nora’s command, and when the collar simply overruled her she’d lost grip on all of her pent up feelings and given in to Nora’s advances. <I hate you.>

Nora gave the clutched breast one more firm squeeze and brushed a finger ever so lightly over Clovis’ clit. The latter elicited another short, but high pitched moan from the princess <Ohh, Eric is going to like you.>

Despite the very real chance that it could be much worse than staying here with Nora, Clovis decided, that on the balance of probabilities, she was willing to take that risk if it meant escaping the horny, hormone infused nightmare that was letting Nora continue to grope her. <Speaking of, why don’t we get this disaster of a week going and go meet him.> She said as she wiggled in Nora’s grip <I presume from the collar he’s expecting me to be a slave.>

In a moment, Nora seemed to forget entirely about tormenting Clovis. Instead she gripped the folf’s hips and wheeled her around to the door of the room, pushing her onwards. <Likewise me. You are being leant to him by a breeder as a sample of high quality but under-trained stock, facilitated through me and contacts I have from previous owners.>

It was no surprise to Clovis that Nora had absolutely no concept of how Humans treated their Keidran slaves or how utterly ludicrous her story was. It probably didn’t matter though since the dragon was probably just using mind control magic to keep this human oblivious. <Oh joy.> Clovis quipped sarcastically as she was lead onwards. It might have stopped for now but she was still plenty flustered from Nora molesting her, and her heat of course. Now though, as she started to walk and move about, she could feel the first drop of liquid soaking into the fur between her legs <So he thinks I’m a ‘break it in yourself’ sex slave?>

<Well he’s not wrong either, you could do with some training.> Clovis could feel Nora’s grin, it permeated her mind in the same way the dragon normally spoke wordlessly. <Not to mention a firm dicking.>

<And I presume that like a slave I don’t get any choice in this.> Clovis grumbled as the two turned into the hallway. <This collar does a fantastic job of stripping away my free will to consent,> she noted, glancing both ways down the corridor before Nora picked a direction and charged onwards.

Clovis began building a mental image of the building as the went, she didn’t have much power here but she could at least maintain situational awareness. Nora’s bedroom had faced vaguely south and they’d left towards the west. Both directions had lead to a corner that then turned North, so they were probably in the wing of a mansion. If it followed convention there’d be bedrooms around the outer edge with storage, kitchens and slave quarters in the middle (though Nora had a prime, southward facing window). There was probably a big central entrance hall somewhere in the middle. The floor was smooth varnished wood, without any carpet down the middle as wealthy Keidran such as herself preferred, and the walls were interspersed with portraits and other paintings between the doors.

<Oh yes, I should mention that your collar has an exception built into it, you can consider it a little gift from me. You’ll be able to lie if it’s to keep our identities secret, since I’d like to keep my own nature secret from him as well.> Nora pushed Clovis onwards down the corridor, <And of course, any particularly good lying will earn you extra ‘good girl points’, since I know you’re so good at it.>

<Oh no!> Clovis tensed up and her fur stood up on end at the mention of the latest long running pranks Nora had been playing on her <I am not playing that game, Nora! The last thing I got for ‘good girl’ points was a box of tentacles I can’t throw out!> The blasted thing kept teleporting back to her bedroom every time she’d tried to get rid of it.

Nora scoffed at the dismissal of what she thought was a generous gift <That is no mere box of tentacles! That is a brood of ‘tentacles of inappropriateness’, planted in a balanced habitat, folded into a pocket dimension and sealed in a stasis field so you never have to feed them more than you want to. I’ve known women that would kill for a sex toy that good. I even neutered them so you’d never have to carry any of their young.>

Clovis felt her next idea coming before she said it.

<Though I could change that if you ever wanted. The eggs are surprisingly comfortable and the gestation is only…>

<Shut up, Nora!> Clovis yelled out as they turned the corner at the end of the hallway and continued on northwards past yet more art and doors. <It boggles my mind to think of what you could achieve with your power if you weren’t using it to box tentacles!>

Nora chuckled, <Have you used it yet?>

Clovis’ heart sank, a lump formed in her throat as she tried to fight the collar. The cloak she had left behind in her mansion had three spells placed on it specifically written to keep Nora from scrying the answer to that question out of her mind, even to the extent of letting her think she had found everything else. <Grrrrrrr….yes.> Clovis strained and fought the magic with every ounce of her mental fortitude, but she only managed to delay it a few steps before it won.

Nora bounced in her stride with excitement <I knew you’d like it, Clovey! How many times have you played with it?>

<Twice,> she admitted dejectedly, her face was bright red from embarrassment again but there was no point fighting the collar. If she gave up it would practically drive her on its own.

Clovis wondered to herself if that was what happened to many of the Keidran slaves that were kept in Templar slave collars. For the first time in several years she felt an urge to return to raiding human slave plantations and traders. She had reached an understanding with the previous Grand Templar, Mary Silverlock, to stop doing so, but she had since been deposed of violently. (The understanding was that Mary wanted very much to kill her, but didn’t have the contacts to pull it off if Clovis stayed in wolven territory.) <You forgot to mention what it was when you gave it to me and they don’t seem to take no for an answer once the box is open.>

<Sounds like you went back to it, though,> Nora smirked, reaching down to give Clovis’ butt a confirmatory squeeze, <and it’s earnt you another two good girl points. That’s seven now.>

The realization that the tentacles were in fact a method of earning Nora’s ludicrous currency was sickening to Clovis, as was the thought of how quickly she could earn it. She’d had a moment of weakness during her previous heat and was already contemplating another.

Silence drifted over the hallway as Clovis let the conversation stand. She was down to ‘fuck you’ as a retort but was running low on the will to fight back any more. Nora always won their arguments anyway. It was hard to argue with a dragon that would and could teleport you to the other side of the planet, then leave you hanging from your ankles in a tree just to prove a point.

The quiet did not last of course, since it never did with Nora, and she started the conversation back up. <Did you let it do you in the butt?> she whispered in Clovis’ ear.

Clovis was sure that had to be a bluff. It had to be a bluff. There was no ‘let’ with the tentacles. Once unleashed they went wherever they wanted and stayed there until they were satisfied. It had been a major factor Clovis had agonized over when deciding to use it a second time, and she could already anticipate the next few questions about how much she had enjoyed it that she was particularly keen to not answer.

A tall, blond, bispecticalled human stepped out in front of the pair from a doorway a few meters ahead, saving Clovis from the topic of conversation. “Ahh, Nora! There you are, I was beginning to wonder where you’d gotten to.” he said, in Human, as he turned directly towards the pair and took a step closer to them. He wore a loosely fitting royal purple robe, with gold trim that matched his hair, and a similarly golden ‘E’ embroidered on the lapel.

Clovis came to a very sudden halt in front of him, with Nora coming to a much less sudden stop, pressing her breasts into Clovis’ back.

A second after he had finished speaking, as Nora pushed in on Clovis’ from behind to push out her breasts, Eric noticed the golden half fox and his demeanour changed in a snap. He reached up and snatched the glasses from his face with a movement so deft it undid whatever was holding his hair tied behind his head, letting it spill out from behind him to flow over his shoulders in a radiance of male beauty. In the same quick turn his other hand reached out to perfectly pluck Clovis’ paw from where she was clutching her chest, pulling it towards himself as he knelt down to gently kiss the top of it. “Allow me to introduce myself, miss. My name is Eric Vaughan, purveyor and painter. To whom may I owe the pleasure of meeting this fine evening?” he asked softly, looking up towards her sensually.

Clovis felt deeply conflicted about this introduction. Once, many years ago, she had used precisely the same tricks and tactics to impress and woo women. Be gentlemanly but dashing, polite yet confident, and treat them like they’re the most important thing in the world. She’d even caught the slight sparkle of magic around the edges of his hair that pushed it out so beautifully, though only because she knew to look for it.

The problem was though, it was working. Clovis was blushing a deep shade of red across the bridge of her nose, and she felt flustered and embarrassed at the singular attention and desire of a man. She’d never experienced courtship from this side of the process. She’d also never given humans much thought before, either as a man or a woman, but her body and mind were now both insistent that, at the very least, he would do.

Clovis would have been stunned into silence, were it not for a sharp tugging she felt pulling on her soul that insisted she reply equally politely. “Clovis, sir.” She spoke softly in her best human. She hadn’t planned to add the honorific as a slave would and was deeply unsettled by the way the collar added it for her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Clovis.” he stood back up straight, replacing his glasses and holding his free hand to his chest as he continued “But please, just call me Eric.”

Clovis allowed her arm to drop down to her side, though her other remained resolutely in front of her breasts. “Thank you,” she replied earnestly. Clovis had no stomach for calling anyone ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’, even to her own men she was ‘boss’.

Breaking his smile, Eric opened his mouth to say something but was beaten to the punch by Nora “I told you you’d like them.”

Clovis felt some ambiguity over who she was talking to.

“Do we have time for a painting this evening Eric?” She added to Clovis’ dread. “I’ve been telling Clovey about how good you are all evening and she’s barely thought about anything else.”

“Oh yes, I think we might have time for something quick.” His eyes lit up like lamps at that suggestion. “Why don’t I show Clovis around my gallery?” Eric took a few steps to the side and ushered Clovis into the room he had just left.

Clovis dived at the opportunity to get away from Nora’s grasp and rushed through the door before the collar could make her. She was already getting a sense of why the Keidran she had freed from them had reviled them so much.

She’d been somewhat skeptical of its use, but ‘gallery’ turned out to be an apt description of the room. A dozen unframed paintings stood on stands against the walls of the room and a dozen more filled most of the middle. All of them starred scantily clad female Keidran in erotic and suggestive poses. None were explicitly pornographic though, and not a single male was depicted anywhere. Clovis was beginning to get a picture of why Nora liked this human so much, though as she made her way through the room, glancing at all of the pieces, she noticed the dragon’s absence from any of them.

Eric followed Clovis into the room a moment later as she stepped around a floor length backdrop placed in the middle of the room. The back third of the room was open space facing a large bay window, presumably where it could catch the evening sun. Outside Clovis could see a final few rays of orange light stretching up from the horizon. The sun had set, yet they still struggled and fought against the inevitable to cling onto what little light was left.

Clovis frowned to herself, she was getting poetic.

“What do you think?” Eric asked nonchalantly as he followed her into the room and walked across to where a stool, easel and floor length mirror stood to one side of the window.

Clovis’ first thought was that he was a pervert, and was surprised a moment later when the collar didn’t make her blurt as such out loud. Presumably she wasn’t allowed to be rude. It would have been hypocritical of her anyway, she felt, given that from what she could see they had very similar taste in women. Nora had at least left her enough appreciation of the female form to know what she was missing out on.

“I think you have exquisite taste in keidran.” She said quite sensually. The collar seemed to think that was polite enough and she’d started speaking without realizing. A moment later a blush spread across her nose as she realised what she’d just said, and what that implied.

Eric gave her a curious and deeply attentive raised eyebrow from around the side of the canvas he was setting up. “Really?” he asked, pleasantly surprised. The two of them had only met a few moments ago and Clovis had already managed to blabber out her bisexuality. Nora had practically boasted about how this human would secure consent before bedding her, but Clovis doubted his resolve when invited to have sex with what he must now be convinced were lesbian lovers. She resolved not to hold it against him. No male could resist that, she certainly wouldn’t have been able to back when she had been a man.

Fuck you, Nora she thought as loudly as she could, counting on the dragon passively listening in on her thoughts. Fuck you so hard.

Entirely on queue, Nora made her appearance from the other side of the backdrop. “So what sort of performance would you like the two of us to put on for you tonight?” she asked as she strode past Clovis on her way to the human.

That was unusual of her actually, Clovis thought to herself. She wouldn’t normally have passed up an insult like that, or the opportunity to make a lewd remark. Was she not listening to thoughts around Eric?

“Well, I was thinking that Clovis might do something simple for me, get her accustomed to modelling while yoummmmffffff….” Nora had finally reached Eric and then proceeded to bend over, hug his head, and smother his face with her breasts.

“Oh, master Eric.” Nora put on her most downtrodden, pathetic begging voice. “I and Clovey are ‘very’ good friends. I’ve been hoping ever since I met you to get a painting of the two of us together.”

To his credit, as he mumbled through her tits, Eric was trying to pull himself away from Nora’s grasp. “C-certainly, why don’t you and Clovis go embrace in front of the backdrop.”

“Oh thank you so so much” Nora gave Eric another tight squeeze that for a moment threatened to throw him off his stool, letting go just before he tipped over. When Nora turned around she left Eric flustered and red faced, while she eyed up Clovis with a predatory smile.

That smile troubled Clovis greatly, she’d only escaped Nora’s grasp a moment ago and had hoped to be free of it for the time being, even if that meant posing naked for a stranger. Unfortunately for her though, she contemplated what to do for a moment too long and the collar did the work of walking her into Nora’s open and waiting arms.

Clovis tried for an affectionate but not overly loving embrace, gently holding onto Nora’s midsection and leaving a comfortable half inch of distance between the pair. Something a lover might do casually when they didn’t want to start the foreplay in public. Nora’s hands, meanwhile, went straight for her ass, groping the soft furry cheeks firmly and pulling the half fox into a close cuddle, pressing their tits together.

“And here was me thinking you were trying to hook me up with the human,” Clovis whispered. She’d tried to speak loud enough for Eric to hear, just enough to throw a wrench in Nora’s scheme, but the collar had other plans. “You’ve barely taken your hands off my ass since I tried to go to bed.”

“Well you do have such a fantastic butt Clovey,” Nora grinned as she gave said cheeks another firm molesting, her fingers slowly working their way in between them. “I should know, I made it.”

“Then you should give it to someone who wants it!” Clovis spat back, trying to wiggle her butt away from the dragon’s grip, but only making it worse.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing, Clovey!”

Clovis let out a long, drawn out groan. Just talking to Nora felt like walking over rakes some days.

“Besides,” she continued with that oh so mischievous grin “Eric’s going to want your front and you can’t lick out a pussy to save your life.”

Clovis glanced away from the dragon. She was flustered, horny and desperate for something to think about besides Nora double teaming her with a strapon. She found that something else in the human looking at them around the edge of his canvas. It wasn’t really much of a surprise to see that Eric was watching her, that was the point of modelling after all. What she did find surprising was the way he looked at her not out of lust, but concern, with a strongly furrowed brow and a frown on his face.

Clovis had gathered some experience around humans in her line of work, and had generally found that they struggled to understand Keidran expressions more than the reverse. She hypothesised that Keidran expression was done mostly through body language and tail movement, while humans did so through subtle muscle movement in their face. Humans, even those that had spent long enough around Keidran to have learnt better, would usually try to analyse a Keidrans face to judge their mood or intent. They would then find it completely foreign and fail to determine anything.

This human read Clovis like a book. A short one.

“Nora darling, would you please move your hands up to Clovis’ shoulders?” The human, of all people came to her rescue.

It backfired, of course, as things do around Nora. The dragon only tightened her grip, “But Clovey has such wonderfully squeezable cheeks! You should come and check for yourself, Eric.”

“I’ll do that in my own time, but right now I’m trying to paint them and your hands are in the way.” That seemed to do the trick with Nora, who compromised by holding onto the outside of Clovis’ arms.

“Does that give you a better view Eric?” Eric waited to respond for a few moments. Clovis glanced at him and noticed he was still watching her, with a questioning and raised eyebrow, looking for some response.

Clovis gave the tiniest nod she could, barely even dipping her nose. “Yes that’s fine Nora.” he immediately responded, before darting back behind the canvas and going back to work.

Silence fell over the room for almost three seconds, before Nora grew bored and started the next subject of discussion, “So what do you think of this so far Clovey? Not as bad as you thought?”

Clovis looked away from her and huffed. She might not have been raped yet, but she was still naked and in the wrong country.

“Oh quit your pouting Clovey.” Nora teased her with a grin, giving her nose a quick lick of her course, feline tongue “It’s just one little pose (or two), that’s all! Then you’ll be back to your comfy life of luxury, no harm done!”

That was of course stretching the truth so far you could see through it, at least in Clovis’ opinion. Though she couldn’t quite tell whether the implied second pose or the luxury was supposed to be the euphemism for having sex with Eric. Speaking of, Clovis glanced over at the human, who occasionally popped his head around the side of the canvas between brush strokes. He showed no sign of noticing what Nora was saying and she was beginning to suspect he’d been charmed against doing so.

“I know how much of a womaniser you are, so you can’t say you don’t enjoy the view.” Nora teased almost playfully.

Clovis was deeply disconcerted by that. Nora had already discovered the secret Clovis most wanted to keep from her, and was now pressing in on the secret she kept second in line of ‘things she didn’t want Nora to know’. The mirror next to Eric, the one positioned so that his models could see exactly how they looked, the one she had been so desperate to avert her eyes from, now beckoned her attention.

Besides giving Clovis a newfound appreciation for her bodyguard Brutus’ body and a twice yearly craving for his (and every other male’s) cock, Nora had left her with her own attraction to the fairer sex. Clovis owned mirrors, so had seen plenty of what was now her own body; she had a voluptuous ass, toned hips and breasts to die for. She wasn’t just sexy, she was drop dead gorgeous. Since being changed she’d struggled to determine what exactly her sexuality was, leaning towards not wanting sex at all, but old her, male her, would have railed the fuck out of herself.

The collar was on the verge of forcing her to blurt out as much when she finally looked at herself in the mirror. Nora was, in fact, in the way of most of the view. The dragon was also of course equally beautiful, but Clovis had a deep, seething loathing for her. So maybe, if attractiveness weren’t just a matter of looks, then she could not enjoy the view, perhaps?

“Hrmph,” She gritted her teeth against speaking but the collar won out again. “Maybe.”

Fuck it, she’d take that. Small victories were worth it against the collar.

“Besides, Haven’t you ever been a little curious to experience the other side of a collar for once?”

For a creature with near limitless power and the ability to read people’s minds, Nora was terribly bad at remembering all the important details within. Yes, people of Clovis’ stature often used collars and yes, she’d used mind control spells for various ends on a few occasions. But not a control collar, not the ones Humans used. Clovis had made her name taking them off Keidran, and they were the line even she wouldn’t cross.

“No.”

“Well first time for anything!” Nora chirped with a satisfied grin “Now… Lift your tail ?”

Ahh no, of course, Nora was just using it to wind her up and lead her to further humiliation. “Geh-!” Clovis very reluctantly began to lift her tail up. All the way up, enough to look exactly like a horny young vixen going through the peak of her heat and looking for some male delivered relief. Her own irritation with the situation gave it little flicks that she was sure would be mistaken for irritation “Ngh…” she groaned as she tried to fight it. It was psychological, but she now felt even more exposed than before.

Somehow, Nora’s grin managed to widen. Or maybe it was the mental expression of emotion she occasionally leaked out into other people. “There, much better. Now you look like you you want him as much as he looks like he wants you.”

Clovis simply grumbled in return.

Nora seemed to take exception to that and flicked her tail in between her, and then Clovis’ legs. The folf was fairly sure real felines didn’t have quite the range of motion or strength to brush the tip of their tail along the most sensitive spots of someone's crotch, but Nora wasn’t playing by the same rules as everyone else. In response she could only clench her legs together to try and push her away, or press her against harder. Clovis’ mind was swimming and she could go for either now.

A few moments later the human glanced around his easel again to see Nora’s tail perfectly behaving itself behind her, pretending to be innocent, while Clovis was grinding her thighs together suggestively. She must have looked like a reckless bitch in her first heat that couldn’t control herself.

It was distressingly close to the truth.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you, Clovey? You’ve got him wrapped around your finger!” Nora whispered between the two of them, pointing at him with the tip of her tail, before returning it to Clovis’ crotch. “Now you just need to put him here and wrap yourself around his hips.”

Nora clearly couldn’t actually see what or who Eric was looking at, and she didn’t need to to know he was extremely aroused by the display, but the look of concern on his face seemed to indicate that Nora had also misread him. There was perhaps even some frustration mixed in there as well. Nora read people’s minds, but Clovis read people’s faces for a living.

“You know he still has to convince me himself don’t you? That’s what consent is Nora, I honestly wonder if you remember how that works sometimes.” Clovis spat back at her the moment Eric was out of sight again, “And before you try, it doesn’t count if you force me to say yes.”

“Oh don’t worry,” Nora was grinning again, “You’ll be saying ‘yes’ plenty.”

Clovis growled again, “And what if I don’t, at all? What was it you said, one painting, maybe two, then I get to go home right?” She didn’t actually have much faith in Nora sticking to her word, but hoped that by establishing a time limit she could use it later to pressure the dragon into letting her go home. A few days late most likely, but she at least had some semblance of fairness.

“Oh no, that’s just how long it’s going to take you to cave in, Clovey.” Nora said cheerfully.

Clovis didn’t respond to that, merely looking as unimpressed as she could. She’d been waiting for Nora to reveal the catch on this whole consent plan. She’d expected a big reveal later on, maybe late tomorrow, not Nora casually dropping that she didn’t actually understand the concept to begin with.

Nora broke the silence again a few seconds later. “Oh, Eric?” she looked back over her shoulder at the human. “How is the painting coming along? I and Clovey are thinking about getting into bed.” Her tone and grin indicated she meant other than to sleep when she got there.

Eric paused for a moment, glanced at the pair, darted back to make a last few brush strokes then set his paintbrush down with a small clack, “Actually, I think it might just about be done.”

Nora had already let go of Clovis by the time he had finished speaking, the cat-dragon making her way over to him with her usual unease on two legs. She compensated for her unsteady posture by holding onto Eric’s head at boob height again, “Oh thank you master, would you like to join me and Clovey in bed this evening?”

“No thank you, Nora.” He mumbled between breasts that were threatening to smother him. Clovis was deeply impressed by his willpower. “In fact, since you’re feeling so tired, why don’t you go get some sleep, and leave me to spend some time with Clovis?” She was now dramatically less impressed.

Nora pulled away in feigned indignation, clutching her breasts as though she were offended by his words “But maaaaaaaaster…” she whined.

“Uh hu, no ‘but master’ing me, kitten.” Eric reached upwards to Nora, and Clovis couldn’t tell whether she was most sickened by the Dragon’s pet name being ‘kitten’ or the way she melted and purred as he scritched under her chin. “You go tuck yourself into bed and let me work my magic with Clovis.”

Nora mumbled something incoherent, but clearly appreciative; waiting until after he had finished scritching before heading for the door. She made her way via Clovis, who she gave a peck on the cheek and a smack on the ass, “Have fun, and don’t keep him up all night.” She looked lustily over her shoulder at Clovis as she stepped out of the door, then disappeared from sight.

Clovis now found herself feeling very alone. She wasn’t of course, there was a human slaver notable for his sexual interest in Keidran women, but that wasn’t helping. She turned her head back towards him slowly, she hadn’t realised how much having Nora physically between them had kept her from feeling very naked and exposed.

He stood up from his seat and walked across the window to the collection of props in the corner of the room. where. Clovis watched him motionless as he collected a bathrobe from one of the hangars on the clothes rack, approached her slowly, and then gently wrapped the bathrobe over her shoulders. “Here you go. You don’t seem very comfortable in just your fur.”

Before Clovis could quite process the compassion, Eric turned back, picked up a chair and set it down with as little clacking against the wooden floor as he could. “Take a seat if you would like, we’ll head to bed in a few minutes but I imagine you’ve had a long day already?”

Clovis slid herself onto the chair before he’d finished speaking. She sat down side on to where Eric was now returning to his easel, so could close up her legs and wrap her tail over her waist. The bathrobe seemed designed for a human, so it went over the top of her tail as well and didn’t quite sit right on her as a result, but it was immensely comfortable. She hadn’t been cold before, but it gave her a warm sense of comfort and privacy that strongly contrasted with how the rest of her evening had gone so far.

Eric returned to his easel, sat down on it, then began to pack his paints away. Clovis spotted a magical charm activating around the palette, presumably to keep its contents dry. Or wet. Or whatever kept them good. Clovis had some art in her manor but had never actually watched the process now she thought of it.

“Have you already finished the painting then?” Clovis asked, legitimately curious, as Eric unseated the canvas from the easel.

“Oh no, not at all.” The human remarked, seemingly entertained by the question. He stood back up and turned the canvas around, showing it to Clovis. It was mostly just of Nora, holding her arms out around a pencilled in sketch of where Clovis’ shoulders and arms had been. He hadn’t painted below her thighs and it was still one flat colour. Interestingly, she noted, he had painted Nora’s horns. “Nora is not very patient at the best of times, so while I have learnt to paint her as quickly as I can, I still have a stack of half-finished works that I try to continue whenever I can coax Nora into a similar enough pose.” He turned around and walked over to where a dozen or so similarly framed pieces of canvas lay stacked against one another, leaning against the wall. He added his current work to the end of it, “This one was already a continuation, and I didn’t have enough time to mix up colours for your fur at all.”

He seemed to have Nora figured out almost as much as Clovis had, or at least had learnt to live with her. “How long have you owned Nora now?” She asked, very much testing the boundaries of the collar. She knew damned well what Nora was and that if anything, Nora was in control of him. But the collar let her lie about that to pretend the two of them were slaves.

“A few months now, so I’ve gotten to know her quite well.” Clovis doubted that very much, “Which is how I know what to tell her to convince her to leave us alone. She has a way of commanding the centre of attention that doesn’t help the two of us get to know each other better, but once she has nothing to do she’ll be asleep in seconds.”

‘Getting to know each other’ didn’t leave much to the imagination. The worst bit was that Clovis was thinking about just doing it. She’d gone through heat far too many times before already and it sucked, she was going to spend the next week feeling horny, pent up and thinking lewd thoughts about men anyway. Much as she hated Nora’s antics, when they did coincide with one of her heats they were like pouring cold water on a fire. She’d hate herself afterwards for being weak and giving in to womanly urges, but right now she’d feel so much better for just fucking Eric senseless.

“What do you say to that Clovis?” Eric asked her cheerily with a sort of polite smile that half hid and half offered exactly the sort of evening bed time fun she’d been contemplating.

“What?” Clovis swore to herself, she’d been distracted and missed almost everything he’d said. Inattentiveness was the sort of thing that could get someone like her killed very suddenly. “I, ahh, apologise. I missed what you said.” She paused as she searched desperately for an excuse other than ‘I was thinking about your dick and not listening’ but the collar wouldn’t let her lie.

“I was suggesting that I show you to the baths, Now that Nora is probably asleep.” He practically radiated honesty and kindness as he spoke. Clovis of course doubted this very much, she worked with people that lied to stay alive and did so herself most days. That she couldn’t see through the facade just meant it was really good.

Then, somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if he were also as ‘good’ in ways Nora had alluded to. She silenced that thought and tried to concentrate on what Eric was saying.

“A nice, hot bath might help relax and calm you some.” he continued, “What do you think about that?”

“I think that would be wonderful.” Clovis spoke her mind, though with a lot more relief in her tone than she’d planned to let on. A hot, steamy bath was one of the few things she’d discovered that could offer some small amount of relief from her pressing and budding heat.

Her mind turned to thoughts of different method of relief, the sort the human was surely going to offer soon, if not simply give out. Clovis tried to push that thought out as well but it was now refusing to budge; much as, in her mind, Eric was refusing to budge from on top of her, holding her down and taking her roughly.

“Fantastic.” the real Eric spoke enthusiastically, but softly enough that he didn’t take even the smallest risk of waking Nora. “Follow me, please.”

Clovis clutched the bathrobe tightly around herself as she followed the human’s brisk pace. He lead them out of the room into what turned out to be the corner of a central entrance hallway. A grand main staircase spanned most of its width and lead up to a landing on the far, eastern, wall. A few smaller steps from that connected it to the balcony that ringed the room and that the pair was now standing on.

Eric lead them to the left, around the room and away from the wing she and Nora had teleported into, then turned to cross the room again to the opposite corner. “This is your room.” he started before he actually reached the door a few feet from the staircase on the outer edge of the house. He opened the door inwards before stepping to one side of it to let Clovis see. “I had Nora make it up earlier today for you, a nice easterly view that should catch the morning sun.”

Clovis glanced through the door to find a comfortable room with a neatly made double bed, a smattering of furniture and an easterly facing bay window without balcony. It only had a single rug next to the bed, not the whole room carpet Nora enjoyed, but the sheets still looked warm and inviting.

It was only because Eric kept talking that Clovis noticed he had continued on down the corridor. “Well, Nora washed the sheets at least, she doesn’t quite have the hang of how to fit them to the bed.” he mulled almost absentmindedly as he strode onwards. “I don’t suppose you’re any better at household chores, are you?”

“I think so, at least a little bit.” Clovis replied as she skipped a little to catch up with him. She may have grown up in the royal palace but she’d been so far from the favoured son she’d frequently done her own housework. Not to mention the period of her life between that and making her fortune, though that had involved less nights in beds than under the stars.

An idea crossed her mind, and she tried for it before the human continued talking. “I think that speaks more to Nora’s skills than my own, though.” Clovis didn’t care if it was the most minor of slights, or that the dragon wasn’t there to hear it, she’d still managed to insult Nora and the collar had let her get away with it. It being true probably helped of course, Nora was so far detached from the world of mortals it was no wonder she didn’t know how to make a bed, but there was plenty more about Nora that was both true and unflattering.

Eric seemed to pay no mind to it as he rounded the corner and opened the first door he came across on the inside of the manor. He stepped straight through into it, and a puff of steam rolled out of the door into the corridor where he had stood a moment ago. As she stepped in afterwards, Clovis found him holding the door open on the inside, holding out a hand and beckoning her in. “This is the guest bathroom, the main one that I and Nora use is in the other wing of the mansion, so you’ll have this one to yourself.”

Clovis went green with envy. She’d worked hard, done well and killed the right people to be able to afford a life of luxury that matched or exceeded everything she’d ever had growing up in the palace. One of those luxuries was a separate room for her standing bathtub, that itself was long enough for her lay in without bending her legs, and had magically heated water. Any of those of those would have been a luxury to most wolves, but this human’s spare bath was set into the floor of the room with steps walking down into it. Far from being just a tub, it was large enough for perhaps half a dozen people to sit down in comfortably without feeling crowded and there was enough heat for the whole room to be full of steam. There were smaller communal baths in Llwynderw.

She was redecorating when she got home.

The steam began to settle on her fur and hair as she stepped into the room, dampening her, though not the bath robe she wore. It seemed to be magically charmed against getting wet in the mist. Wide eyed, Clovis stepped over to the water to dip first one paw, then the other onto the first step into the hot water. Not just warm water, hot enough to feel in place in a sauna. She only bothered even trying to get her own bath this hot when she was deep into her heat and needed it to relax her muscles.

She let out a long sigh of relief as the heat spread through her feet paws and up her ankles, this was exactly what she needed to relax after a long and stressful day. Though the bathrobe seemed immune to the dampness of the room, Clovis considered that it probably wasn’t proof against being soaked in the bath, besides it just being weird to bathe while clothes.

Clovis turned around to go hang the bathrobe up, and then, upon seeing him still standing by the door, remembered that Eric was still in the room.

She supposed the bath was as good a place as any to get fucked. At least it would be easy to clean up.

Eric simply smiled as he looked over Clovis’ concerned expression. He didn’t seem surprised though, or disappointed. “Would it make you more comfortable if I joined you?” He asked very calmly.

Clovis understood what he meant by that, and began weighing the options. Nora had promised to keep her here until she slept with him, but that wasn’t a promise to send her home once she had. Far from it, she was probably here until the dragon got bored and caving in early would just entertain her. She was also on the start of her heat, and all of Nora’s efforts to get her excited had worked, so her body was screaming at her to fuck the man. In general she didn’t want to, but if she was going to fuck him anyway…

“No. Sir. Sorry.” Clovis answered him before she’d noticed doing so. Some thought deep inside her also insisted that she be extra polite given she was going against what he wanted, that was probably the collar again.

Clovis was, frankly, a bit taken aback by what she’d said, she hadn’t made her decision yet, but Eric took it in his stride. “Then I will bid you a good night and sweet dreams. There’s a glass of water by your bed if you get thirsty and I’ll leave a herbal remedy in the top drawer of the bedside table if you would like some help getting to sleep tonight.” Eric went so far as to give her a short bow before walking out the door and closing it behind him gently.

In the silence he left behind, Eric’s footsteps were just about audible as he walked down the corridor away from the bath, presumably towards his own bedroom. A few seconds later, Clovis finally stepped back out of the bath, hurried over to the door and opened it to look out. She caught sight of Eric just as he was turning the corner out of sight.

She shut the door again, then took off the bathrobe and hung it on one of the pegs mounted in the wall next to the door. The logical part of her brain was insisting she figure out what just happened, but the more primal instinct part insisted she could do that while in the bath. The logical side relented quite readily, and she made for the bath.

Clovis sank into the water gently. The warmth spread through her, easing tired and tense muscles, and even calming down her loins somewhat. The water was only a few feet deep, not all the way up her legs when standing or up to her chest sitting, but that was plenty enough. She sat down in the bath, then laid back and stretched out until she was all but submerged, propping herself up only enough that the tip of her nose poked out the water for her to breathe. This was one of her favourite positions to relax in, not least because the water went most of the way towards lifting the weight of her breasts off her chest and back. As she let out a long sigh, it occurred to Clovis that humans probably couldn’t lay in water like this, their noses were too short.

Speaking of humans, it was time to figure out what just happened. ‘Would it make you feel more comfortable if I joined you?’ was an extremely simple question centered around two key parts. ‘Feel more comfortable’ and ‘join you’. The latter was obviously a prelude to, but not quite an invitation of sex. In fact, Clovis considered that she might be able to want sex out of desperation, but still feel uncomfortable in his presence. Her heat and Nora’s teasing could make her horny, but that wouldn’t make her want to be around him more.

The first half though was decidedly unambiguous. If he’d ask if she’d have ‘liked him’ to join her it would have been open to subtlety and context. As a slave fearful for her life, or at least her future, then yes, she would have ‘liked’ to have fucked the man that owned her senseless. Any favours she could buy with sex would have been worth ten times over their cost in the long run. Comfort though, wasn’t debatable. She either would feel better for him being here in the bath with her, or wouldn’t. If she didn’t truely even want him in the room, let alone to have sex with him, then the collar wouldn’t let her lie about it.

He’d used the collar to determine what she’d really wanted deep down, not on the balance of reason and consequences.

Using the collar like that actually impressed Clovis somewhat, both from a moral and intelligence viewpoint. But then the more she thought about it, the more she didn’t think he really needed to ask. He’d sussed her and her mood very quickly, and then on top of that wasn’t trusting Nora’s word about her.

Clovis hummed gently through her nose. This was all very strange. It needed proper reflection with attention to detail, but all she could think about was sex and the way she wasn’t getting any right this moment. She decided she was going to take him up on the offer of that sleep aid.

Realization then struck Clovis, that for Eric to have offered a sleep aid, he had to have figured out why she’d want it.

Of course he knew she was in heat. If he couldn’t tell from how flustered she was then Nora had probably dispelled all of her sent masking. Even a human nose could pick out a wolf in heat. So he’d known the whole time that he could afford to be patient, take his time, and play the kinder man. Clovis would come to him of her own accord in a few days begging for it, less with the dragon molesting her constantly.

That was tomorrow’s Clovis’ problem, though. Today’s Clovis was in a bath that filled an entire room and had all evening to plan how she was going to get one for herself.