Feldare Tales: Like Cats and Dogs
He smiled bitterly, then looked at her again, meeting her emerald orbs. "Because I have been hurting their wives and daughters." He said. "Badly." He added.
She was a bit taken aback. "Milord, I do not work with pain artists." She said, taking a small step back. "I have a friend who specializes in such..."
He shook his head. "No. I'm no sadist, Miss Sharesh." He said, smiling sourly. "I am simply voracious in my lusts. And I am untutored in the ways of women." He continued. "And they wish for you to 'train' me how to love a woman and not hurt her so badly as I have been."
She nodded, and stepped back. She did not like sadists much, and some of them could not take no for an answer. But she did not get this feeling from the large man before her. He spoke the truth. She said. "As a noble of the Eastern Realms, to take any woman in your land is your right." She said. "And their lives are yours, so far as I know."
"I love my people." He said, defensively. "I try hard to be a good leader to them." His shoulders squared. "They are good folk, and do not deserve the pains I have inflicted upon them in exchange for their loyalty and hard work."
"Is it so hard to not hurt the women you take to your bed?" She asked, her face a mask of concern. "I mean..."
"It is when you are a werewolf." He said. His eyes flashing at her. "That is what they would not tell you, and why you may wish to reconsider your contract." He smiled at her, that predator's smile again. "For even though I try, I often hurt my partners, a few nearly to death." He said.
She did not back up. "I have taken the contract, and you do not violate any of my requirements to fulfill it, as Mister Undertoe would have spelled out to whoever made the arrangements with him." She looked at him with eyes hardened again. "I will try to 'train' you then, werewolf or no, you are a man first." She said, grinning. "And if you know much of me, you would know that animals do not daunt me either." She looked at him playfully. "You are male in all your aspects, are you not?" She asked.
"I am sure that whomever sought you out knew that." He smiled. "Very good, I wish to be a better leader, and if I could quit hurting my people, that would be a good start." Then he said. "And, yes, I am quite male in all my guises."
She walked up to him, and put her hands on his chest. "Shall we begin then?" She purred. He was handsome, she decided, and that usually made her job very easy. He put his large arms around her, and bent down to kiss her. She looked up and let him do so, opening her mouth slightly. This was usually the first point in which men balked. Her tongue was very unlike a human tongue, it was very thin, compared to a human's, and very rough, with tiny combs on its surface for grooming herself. His tongue ventured into her mouth and seemed to be fascinated with her fangs. Finally, he moved past them and deeper into her mouth, and touched upon her rough tongue's surface. She pinned his tongue between hers and the roof of her mouth and pulled, taking his tongue deeper, and pulling if from him a bit, and the kiss grew a bit tighter, their lips pressing together with more force. Then she let it go, causing him to draw back and break the contact.
"You are aggressive with me?" He asked. "I thought you were to teach me to make love gently."
She smiled and moved her hands to his sides then back. "I plan on it, but first I need to see what you are doing wrong." She said, purring into his chest. "And tongue lashing, even from a werewolf, is rarely harmful." She giggled gently.
He looked at her. "I believe these shall be a very interesting few days, will they not?" He asked as she caused rather remarkable sensations to move outward from his chest with her purring.
She smiled up at him, and he felt her tail between his legs, sliding over the tight cloth of his pants and over his genitals. "I am sure it will." She said. "It is the real reason I am in my profession, you know, the money is strictly secondary."
He grinned widely. "It is good to see people that enjoy their work." He said, then gasped as the tail slipped up the back of his shirt and traced along his spine with its very soft fur.
She liked getting that reaction, he was not made of stone, she decided, and said. "Let us go somewhere more comfortable, Milord." She said.
He said. "Victor, please, for the intimacy we are likely to be sharing." Said the Count of Vilkbin.
She smiled as he took her hand and led her down the hall and up some stairs. "Victor, then." She said, Purring the name.
After climbing the stairs, up two floors, they came to a massive ornate door. Gargoyles and Dragons twisted and twined in the woodwork. Several hundred hours of skilled work went into this door alone, She figured. He opened the door and ushered her in. Beyond was a huge bedroom with a massive four-posted bed. There was no canopy on it. That would be too effeminate for a man like Victor, she decided. There was very little furniture, save the bed. There was only a large padded chair, and a small table beside it, and a small couch near the window, that looked out into the darkness. As they entered a flash of lightning lit the room in startling black and white for a brief moment, then the colors of wood and gold and red came back. The bed linens were silk and incredibly expensive-looking. She touched the bed as they moved toward the couch with her free hand.
"You have good tastes in room decor." She said. "It is very masculine, yet beautiful in here."
He smiled to her. "Your abrasive tongue is quite smooth with words, Sharesh." He said, grinning. "This will be the classroom, I suppose, for your lessons."
She smiled brightly, her fangs gleaming, and her emerald eyes glinting. "I have taught in far less beautiful surroundings." She said.
She reached up to him both hands and took hold of his neck. He bent over to her as she pulled him down, kissed him deeply, and slid her tongue into his mouth. She gently used it to drag over his tongue, flipping hers upside down to do so. He moaned at the sensation that it provided him and put his hands around her waist, the soft fur under his fingers felt good, and the taut muscles under that felt even better.
He suckled on her tongue gently, then she felt his hands move to the fastenings on her half-top. He untied them and the top fell to the floor in two pieces. His hands then moved around to her chest, and squeezed the thinly-furred breasts.
She gasped as he put pressure to her chest, and she felt her nipples stiffen under his attentions. She put her hand around one wrist, and kept the other on his neck. He started to squeeze her well-shaped breasts harder, then harder still. She slowly extended the claws on the hand outward, with the whisper-soft kiss of a razor's sharpness, the claws wrapped about his thick wrist.
He tightened the pressure on her already compressed breasts, and she winced. Suddenly, the pressure was gone from them. He leaped back and held his wrist. "What did you just do?" He demanded.
She waved her hand before him, the claws still extended, and gleaming. They were not simply a normal cat's claws, things of clear sharp bone-like material. He then saw they had plating over them, gleaming like steel, and sharp as a razor's edge. "If you hurt me, I hurt you, Victor." She said. "Else how am I to 'train' you?"
He started laughing. "I see now the fullness of my people's wisdom." He said, grinning wide. "They found a woman who could tame my lusts by besting me in sheer deadliness and guile."
She smiled, relieved that he was not wroth. "You said you wished to learn. I will teach you." She held up a warning claw. "But if you try to hurt me for administering a sting to you, then I leave."
"I will not." He said. "At least I will not on purpose." He added.
"Good enough for now." She said. "Okay, where were we?" She reached out with the clawed hand and pulled him to her again. "Lets try that again, without quite so much force, breasts are sensitive things." She said, smiling up at him. "And you were doing well up until the pain."
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