Chapter 47: Services (18+)
Allen’s eyes fluttered open, his senses slowly returning as the fog of the herb wore off. The first thing that greeted him was Lady Nyra, perched above him with an air of smug superiority. Her legs were crossed elegantly, her feet resting on his restrained chest as if he were no more than furniture.
His gaze trailed down, catching the tantalizing sight of her pussy barely concealed beneath sheer silk panties. The fabric was damp, clinging to her folds in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The faint scent of her arousal teased his nose, mingling with the earthy fragrance of the hut.
Nyra seemed lost in thought, muttering to herself. "The brainwashing herb worked perfectly. Finally, a human under my control... and not just any human." She smirked, her tail flicking behind her as she shifted slightly, the warmth of her thighs brushing against him. "A personal human slave... the only beastkin to ever claim such a prize."
Allen kept his face carefully blank, letting her believe the herb had done its work. Internally, though, he was assessing every word, every movement, waiting for the right moment to act.
Nyra’s golden eyes flicked down, locking onto his. "You’re awake," she remarked, her voice dripping with disdain and something darker. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as her tail swayed lazily behind her. "I want to see this so-called human cock. Show me."
Without a word, Allen shifted as much as his restraints allowed, pulling aside the cloth that covered him. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, and fully erect. The head glistened with precum, the sight of her dominating presence and her barely concealed pussy having kept him rock-hard despite the situation.
Nyra’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise breaking through her composed mask. She leaned in closer, her gaze fixed on his shaft. "Hm. Bigger than I expected for a human..." she muttered, her tone almost absent as she reached out with one clawed finger. She traced the length of his cock, her touch light but deliberate, pausing to circle the swollen head and smear the bead of precome that had gathered there.
Her lips parted slightly, a faint sheen of drool glistening at the corner of her mouth. She caught herself quickly, wiping it away with the back of her hand. "Still," she said, as if convincing herself, "foxkin dicks are superior."
Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head, her claws grazing lightly against the sensitive underside of his shaft. Allen stayed silent, his chest rising and falling steadily, though his cock twitched involuntarily under her touch.
Nyra smirked, leaning back and shifting her hips slightly, the damp fabric of her panties pressing closer to her core. "You’re hard for me, even under the herb’s effects. How pathetic," she teased, her tone mocking but tinged with curiosity.
She spread her legs wider, her pussy now fully on display through the transparent silk. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, heady and intoxicating. She leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of Allen’s hair and tilting his head back. Her golden eyes burned into his, a predatory gleam in her gaze.
"Lick," she commanded, her voice a low, sultry growl. "Clean me with that human tongue of yours."