This story contains the following themes:

- Male/Female Sex
- Predator/Prey Dynamic
- Minor Breath Play
- Female Domination
- Willing Prostitution

Please read at your own discretion


Evening had settled, smeared pigments of orange and red sprawled across the sky as the far horizon sank into a deep blue. Years of travel had worn the path between Valesi and Oried, but the tinge of wilderness still lurked at its edges. Beyond the trail’s safety, the forest was thick and wild. One hoped to see a few meters before the leaves and darkness melded into each other under the canopy. The trail twisted and turned, doing its best to temper the chaotic greenery that its creator had tasked it. Even in its failings, it was enough for the two bodies that made their way through, trekking along on foot through its narrow sanctuary.

Virin stopped first on the trail, placing a hand at his hip as the wind blew through the red and black silk that adorned his form. The shifting orange fur at his jaws gave the visage of flames, dancing along the charcoal and smoke that traced the rest of his lithe stature. He was not the sort one expected in the wilderness–and not on foot.

“Do you intend to go all night?” The lynx paused before him, brows furrowed over shut eyes. Lezora’s jaw clenched as she turned with a sharp motion. Rippling muscle beneath her fur accented her movements, belaying the danger she posed to any she deemed necessary. It was like an omen casting itself over Virin, red eyes carried by crow’s feather fur. They were near the same height, although the woman’s eyes and stature could have fooled anyone as she glared at Virin.

“You paid me to take you to Oried, not to chide me like a fool.” There was a sharp claw that dug into Virin’s collarbone, accenting each word as he stumbled back. The piercing garnets harbored in the lynx’s eyes made clear her displeasure as a growl grew in her throat. Virin’s eyes fell away, knowing the danger that was only just contained behind the fragile lock of coin. With the fox backing down, Lezora relaxed.

“We can stop here for the night–though I’ll be collecting additional payment. Compensation for my wasted time at your pitiful expense.”

Virin scoffed, a hollow slight as he turned away. His ears flattened against his skull as he walked off the main trail, making his path through the surrounding brush.

“Predictable for someone like you to cherish greed and ineptitude.”

The lynx rolled her eyes, following the fox into the tree line. She was thankful that few others had similar ideas. If nothing else, she may find some silence once her client had fallen asleep.

In a matter of minutes, the pair had chosen their campsite. It was small and fairly cut off from the surrounding forest–as private as they could manage. Of course, the minor detour was not complete without Virin’s complaints and constant chiding. By the time Lezora had set the fire, he was too tired or too bored to continue.

“I presume you intend to keep watch? You seemed quite determined to be up all night.”

Lezora’s own ears swiveled back, her teeth grinding as she continued to stoke the flames. No amount could have truly made this experience worth it. Killing, let alone harming, her client would ruin what thin reputation she had. With gritted teeth, she let out a stifled grunt of confirmation. Virin shook his head, knowing there was no rise to be gained from the feline.

With another haughty spin along his paw pads, Virin turned back to his own accommodations. While he carried little in the way of actual supplies, he had his own tricks to show. Placing a small bundle of fabric on the ground, the fox pulled away the arcane strings that held it together. With a sudden gust, it unfurled itself into a rather extravagant tent lined with a spectral frame and exotic furs.

“If you grow bored, you’re more than welcome to join me. Do try your best not to track in any mud–yes?”

The fur along Lezora’s neck bristled, every word carrying the same grating tone. She took a sharp breath, a hand coming to pinch the bridge of her muzzle as Virin finally left her to her own devices.

The sun had since left little more than a soft orange hue in the distance; countless stars blinking their eyes open in the night sky. The moon was just a hair shy of full, casting a faint light through the leaves of the canopy, though the fire provided ample lighting either way.

The lynx drank in the crisp air that had settled, a thin mist having brought just enough of a chill to make the fire’s warmth enjoyable. Laying back against a log she had placed, she retrieved a steel flask from her belt. With a swift twist, she flicked the cap away, letting it hang from the silver chain tethering it, and drank. The spirit inside made her wince for a moment, a roiling burn catching in her throat as she imbibed the dark liquid. The flask left her lips as she let the warmth build within her chest and stomach. Another sip followed, numbing the first’s pain.

The poison of her choice took its hold on her–the gentle buzz of intoxication dancing in the back of her mind. It muddled her thoughts, casting a soft veil over her. There was no excitement, instead only the insufferable musings of her client. She had almost wished a stray bandit or highway man had caught her path, if not to only place her anger somewhere productive.

Another drink followed, accompanied by the unfurling of the contract she had received. She shook her head, glancing over at the script. Lezora hadn’t quite read the terms if she were honest with herself, though Virin had explained the situation well enough to her. She was to escort him to the next town over. Though protecting him from any harm was preferable, he had not defined it as required.

Just as she was going to seal the scroll once more, she paused, her eyes scanning the stamp of issuance. It was a symbol that was familiar to her–the church of Thelinus, deity of lust and desire. She realized then; she was escorting an escort. Perhaps she would find some entertainment, she thought.

She sealed the contract within its scroll case, leaving it with the flask as Lezora rose. With the same determined gait, she strode towards the tent Virin had settled into for the night. With little regard for its resident, she tossed aside the flap that sealed the entrance and took a step within.

The interior was lavish beyond reason. The silk bedding had been lined with an array of fine furs and cloths, just as the exterior was. Candles floated in the air to provide a fitting light over the tent. A thin wisp of smoke trailed outside as the entrance opened, carrying a heady scent of incense that suffused itself within Lezora’s lungs. She couldn’t deny that it was impressive, much more than anything she had ever stayed in. Gaudy, perhaps, but impressive.

Fast asleep, Virin slept in the furs, hair sprawled across the bed in rivers of ebon strands. It made him look far more enticing than he did when he spoke to the lynx’s amusement. His chest rose and fell with delicate movements. Lezora almost wanted to leave him be, a serene visage of unexpected beauty that caught her off guard.

She pulled herself atop Virin, positioning her legs to straddle his as she reached down to give him a firm shake. He woke with a bit of a start, his movement bound by the mercenary on top of him.

“Lezora, what the hell? I know I offered my tent, but this is–” the sound of coin cut his words short as a small pouch landed beside him. His mouth closed as an eyebrow raised, eyes darting between the gold and the Lynx.

“You are an escort of Thelinus, yes?” Lezora leaned forward, just keeping her lips from Virin’s. He could smell the alcohol on her breath, the warmth of her fur radiating through the thin sheet between them. She had his attention–if not by coin, then by flesh. “I have need of your ‘services’, then.”

The contact was far less formal, but that was what Virin preferred. The kiss they shared provided his answer as he closed the gap between them, his hands reaching up to rest on Lezora’s hips. She brought her own hands to Virin’s cheeks, pulling him deeper into the kiss as their tongues came together. There was a wanton desire that caught the pair. Their claws combed through fur and scraped against flesh as their bodies molded into each other, leaving no space left between them.

It was Virin who first broke away from the kiss, reluctant as he was. Left panting, they stared into each other’s eyes, waiting for the other to make the next move.

“I hope that answers your question?” Honeyed words soothed the coarseness of his voice.

In return, Lezora shoved him back, a hand gripping his throat gently. Her hold wasn’t quite enough to cause discomfort, but she could feel Virin’s pulse quicken as his eyes widened. Each claw pressed against his throat, threatening him if he even dared to think of moving as Lezora leaned down to him again.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Few things excited Virin in such a way that the Lynx’s demands did. Even as he felt the blood well beneath her claws, a sultry smirk replaced the awestruck gaze he held. His hands found the clasp that held the thin cloth skirt that Lezora wore, letting the fabric fall loose.

She smiled in response, releasing Virin’s throat to shift her weight, removing the sheet between them. She could feel the warmth of Virin between her legs as she lowered herself onto him again. The fox’s hands ran down her thighs, taking in the rough texture of her fur before gliding across the chitinous silver plates that emerged. They were far from the most comfortable parts of her, but it didn’t matter to him.

Virin’s heart was racing, threatening to burst from within as the lynx ground her hips against his. He was certain she could feel it with the hand she had planted on his chest as she teased him. It flooded him with a sense of fear, mixed with a rushing excitement as Lezora pulled the thin cloth away that had covered her chest.

They didn’t speak as she continued, reason giving way to lust as Lezora leaned down to kiss Virin again. He could feel the arousal of his predacious lover slick against his member–a soft, warm contrast to her otherwise harsh demeanor. Every taste of her was bitter on Virin’s tongue, though he couldn’t tell if it was the remaining alcohol or merely the nature of feline. It mattered little to him in the end as his hands came up to her back, keeping Lezora close as his claws ran along the toned muscle. The lynx’s body arched in response, a thin hiss coming from her lips as she broke away once more. They were both panting, a searing heat welling within the couple that threatened to burst at any moment.

Bringing a hand behind her, Virin could feel the beast grip his shaft, the threat of her claws ever so slight as she gave a fiendish grin. How unfortunate it may have been should her fingers slip in even the slightest manner–though the fire that flickered in Lezora’s eyes betrayed that notion without question. With an eager care, the tip of his length just barely pressed against the feline’s slit. In those brief moments, she took him in, the dampened fur between her legs parting with ease as she brought herself on to him.

Virin could see the coarse facade fade as Lezora pressed her forehead to his. Her hands came around to grip and claw at his shoulders as every inch of Virin’s length slipped into her. Virin’s claws dug deeper into her back, threatening to tear at the skin as he let her take her own pace. The response was exactly what he craved–soft, stifled sighs of pleasure as she settled on top of him.

In some sense, Lezora wanted to deny him the satisfaction of knowing how fierce her desire was. It was a failing air of pride, lost to the comfortable fullness she felt with her prey. Paired with the gentle scratches he wrote on her back, her only recourse was to enjoy the ride.

Virin had some manner of nicety, daring not to gloat his entertainment to her as he watched her visage cave around him. Instead, his hands caressed her, one tracing her spine while the other held the small of her back. Soft kisses trailed up her muzzle and cheek, leading to a gentle nip at the base of the lynx’s ear. For Virin, it was a practiced sequence, a methodical placement of teasing acts to draw the lust from his partner.

Lezora shivered against him, relenting to each attack on her self-control. Her muzzle pressed into Virin’s neck, a rumbling purr growing in her throat as her hips rolled against his. Every movement sent trickling static across her body, months of untouched need loosing itself within. Every part of her wanted more, to feel the fox against her–yet she loved him beneath her, holding him down to make him hers, and hers alone.

“I’m all yours. Do with me as you like.” Virin’s words cut Lezora’s thoughts short, wresting her back into the moment. The affirmation she received was all she needed, a spark to rekindle the fiery pride that she had.

“Oh, I intend to use you quite thoroughly.” It was Lezora’s turn to offer a smirk as she lifted herself from the fox’s grasp. Again, her hand found its purchase on Virin’s throat to press along his pulse, sending a chill along his body as he swallowed. The other held steady on his chest, ensuring that her weight was not quite on his throat.

The lynx’s movements followed suit, her hips gauging her prey’s length as she lifted herself before falling back upon him. Each bounce proved an oppressive force that kept Virin in place, not that he intended to move. He was certain there would be some manner of consequence if he tried.

Even as the pleasure of their bodies took root, Lezora derived far more satisfaction from the control she had. Every second was hers to command, every motion hers to direct. The very air Virin breathed was hers to dictate as her grip closed along his veins, only to release them again as his grasp tightened on her hips. It was the thrill of the hunt, after her prey had long since been caught and was left for her to collect.

Virin was more than willing to play the part. He matched each motion the best he could, heated pants following each bounce of her hips. His hands served both to signal when he needed to breathe and to pull her back down with that much more force. Every second drew him that much closer, every threat a fiery prod stoking the flames of his passion.

Virin’s captor was in a similar state. Lezora could feel the subtle pressure begin to build within her. With each bounce she lost the composure she had managed, feverish moans catching in her throat between sharp gasps. Both hands steadied the feline at Virin’s chest, her hips rolling with fervent speed–matching the rising pitch of her yelps.

The fox beneath her kept his pace, a simple aim in mind as he felt his lover’s body tense. Lezora’s legs seemed to clench at his before releasing, fingers clasping the fur on his chest before spreading to support her. Each act fell in tandem as her body jerked with each gasp.

“You aren’t done just yet, are you?” The words were strained, Virin’s concentration restrained by the feverish lovemaking of the lynx. There was a growl in Lezora’s throat, cut short by another gasp as Virin shifted beneath her. He had stayed attentive to each gasp, reading each reaction.

Lezora dug her claws into his chest, letting her head hang for a moment as another moan rolled from her lungs.

“Gods,” she muttered. “are you always this annoying in bed?”

“You seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit.” Again, the fox shifted beneath Lezora, though something felt different. “Let me make it up to you.”

Rather than falling to Virin’s hips once more, she found herself lying on her side as the tent swirled around her. Virin held himself above her, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her cheek. Perhaps, she thought, the drink had hit her harder than expected. Even so, a carnal ache still hungered within her as she lifted her tail to the fox.

“You had better make it count then.”

“My job is to serve.” The familiar chiding tone came forth once more as Virin positioned himself over Lezora. She didn’t mind, as the fox slid his length into her soaked folds once more. She held no inhibition as her purrs shook her body, cascading into Virin’s chest as he pressed against her.

He wasted no time in resuming his duties, passionate thrusts forcing staggered moans from his prior hunter. Kisses lined Lezora’s shoulders before trailing along her neck, delicate shocks of sensation that she hadn’t expected.

She let Virin do as he pleased as she muffled her cries of satisfaction within the pillow beneath her. The lynx was nearing the edge with rapid ascent, only heightened by the fangs that dug into her shoulder as her body stiffened time and time again.

Virin could feel the tensing body of Lezora beneath him, spurred by her reactions to continue. He dug his fangs in deeper, breaking the skin as he kept her in place. A hand shifted to settle over one of hers, clenching tight as their fingers entwined. The other trailed along her torso, reaching further down until he found her nethers. With a delicate touch, he let his finger rest at her clit. He could feel the lynx tense once more as he gradually massaged her, falling in time with his thrusts.

Each cry from Lezora grew in pitch and volume as he went on. The lynx felt like an instrument to be played by Virin, a lascivious crescendo reaching its breaking point. Even with no threat of him ceasing, it took everything from the feline to not beg Virin to continue–and yet she couldn’t help but growl the order.

“If you stop–” The threat was stifled by another gasp, claws gripping the sheets as the sound of ripping fabric was drowned out by Lezora’s cry. Every muscle in her body felt as if it were coiling around itself, only to release in a burst of numbing elation. It rended the breath from her lungs, no sound escaping as she could only squirm beneath Virin. Her mind was nothing short of a blank slate, forgetting even to breathe as she shivered with even the slightest movement. Even Lezora’s fur felt as though electricity skittered across it, dancing trails of ecstasy across her body.

The fox slowed his thrusts, letting his mate soak in the sensations overtaking her. He could feel her pulse around him as he held her, arms wrapping around her to keep her from collapsing as she let her climax take hold. Every touch was gentle, a caress along her body as he shifted to let her lie on her side. It was a vulnerability that betrayed everything about the lynx, one that he watched with tender eyes and understanding.

They rested for what felt like hours in their minds, Lezora taking in shaky breaths while Virin held her close. His fingers ran through her hair as her senses came back to her. The lynx allowed herself a few more minutes of his embrace–begrudging as it was to admit her desire to keep him close. Still, she shut her eyes, a purr building in her chest as Virin’s fingers glided across her scalp. He said nothing, opting to pull the sheet that had covered him before over the couple as he continued to hold her.

She broke the silence first, turning to face the fox after their rest. “As annoying as you are,” Virin’s ears perked up, the harsh tone he had expected having been absent in its entirety, “that was quite enjoyable. Thank you.”

The fox blinked, unsure of how to respond. Lezora rolled her eyes, coming back to look at him directly once more as her fingers traced idle shapes along his chest.

“You hadn’t finished though, had you?”

“Ah. No, I hadn’t.” Virin gave a friendly smile as he continued, “It’s quite rare in my line of work, truth be told. Pleasure may be the business of my deity, but mine is not that one that pays. I’ve no qualms with it, though. Work is work, after all.”

Lezora cocked her head to the side, furrowing her brow. “Well, that certainly won’t do.” She reached behind Virin, shaking the bag of gold she had previously tossed to him. “There’s more than enough to pay for your services for well beyond a week. You’ve got a long night ahead of you if you want to earn all of it.” She ended with a playful smirk, dropping the pouch once more.

Virin raised an eyebrow, glancing once again at the pouch, then back to Lezora. He shook his head, chuckling as he pulled the lynx against himself once more.

“Only if you can keep up.”