The Wineshop
#1 of Carthani
The Wineshop
The Wineshop by Sophie Bell is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. It contains scenes of a sexual nature not intended for readers under the age of consent. Feel free to e-mail me or comment below!!
This is part of a story series, but I must warn you that there are no real 'chapters' to this series. Instead, I am simply writing with the Carthani world as a central theme.
Ravin stood in front of the tall, gold-inlaid mirror that had been bolted into his wall long before he'd inhabited the room. He was nude, the clear black stripes rushing down his pelt visible. Having just finished bathing, he was readying himself for yet another night beyond the walls of his family's home. They were already gone, all to a variety of places, mingling with their own social groups. He was always the last to leave, and the last to return. That was his habit, as the middle son of a rather well-known family.
One paw drifted out, pulling the thin leather straps of his mask from where they were looped around the top of a chair, and with practiced ease he drew the mask over his face, concealing everything above his muzzle. In Carthani, masks were a part of every fur's regular attire. In Carthani, it was heavily frowned upon to go without them. His mask, which was the same that he had worn since his sixteenth nameday, was of supple white leather, and had few of the frills and nonsense that he had seen decorating other masks. The mask marked him as an adult -- almost. He had a few more months until the ceremony where he would receive his official mask of ascension. Right now he was experiencing the year that was pending his adulthood mask. It was the year that many furs came out of married, or enlisted into one of the many branches of Imperial service.
Satisfied that his mask was firmly in place, he turned from the mirror and finished dressing himself. Long, flowing white pants covered his hind legs, a space having been tailored into them to allow his tail it's necessary freedom. He wore very little above that, only a dark silk vest that hung open, revealing his combed chest fur. He didn't make a habit of over-dressing himself, like some other furs did. He would rather be able to move easily. The flashy garments that some wore amazed him, especially when he found that those particular furs were able to walk when wearing them. Stiff with jewels, the wiry threads of gold or silver, and heavy embroidery, some of the outfits that he had seen seemed better suited as armor.
His ears flickered back and forth as he exited the room that had been his since his nameday, automatically searching for any hint of life within the vast manor that made up his family's home. There was some -- servants and the like -- but no one who he shared blood with. He made his way down the winding corridors, paws making little sound on the marbled floors, pausing only long enough to assure the slim young weasel who was watching the receiving hall that he would return before daylight. And then he was gone, out through the doors and onto the streets, headed for one of the nicer sections of the Imperial city.
Every so often, while he was walking, someone would call out his name in greeting. Despite the mask, many knew him -- if nothing else than by the clothing that he wore. But beyond that, the marque of his house was emblazoned on the back of his vest, giving everyone who looked an idea of who he was. All of his vests were like that, as well as his cloaks. His undershirts were left free of that marque, but no one went without at least a cloak or a vest. You had to wear the marque of your house, after all. Not wearing the marque of your house was just as heavily frowned upon as not wearing a mask. So there were two things that identified Ravin in the world at large -- his mask, and his marque.
After a short time, he found himself in the well-lit area of town that he often frequented. Here were the wineshops, which were what the upper class labeled the brothels, which was what they were in all honesty. They were, however, quite nice. Kept clean, well lit and without the disease that was often found in the poorer quarters of the Imperial city. The furs that were kept inside were as well presented as the wineshops themselves. He wouldn't find himself with any unforseen diseases here.
He chose one at random -- he had been to them all, and most of the Keepers knew him well enough. In the months since his sixteenth nameday he had been here almost every night, bolstering his knowledge of the female fur's body. A lot of young furs his age did the exact same thing, though probably not as much as he did. And considering how well-off this section of the city was, he was surprised that he had not been in at least one fight. A lot of fights occurred here, despite the rich atmosphere. The most beautiful furs in the Empire could be found here, and many of them were fought over. There were favorites that every fur wanted to experience at least once, and those favorites had their clients of choice.
Ravin was not, so far as he knew, anyone's 'client of choice'. He was an average fur, neither too pretty nor too masculine. Nothing all that spectacular to look at, really. But he still got his choice of women when he wanted it. He knew why, too. It had to do with first his house, and second the rarity of his fur pattern. For, unlike the majority of the other tigers in the Imperial city, his black stripes were not offset with a hue of orange. Pure, unrelieved white fur was his contrast, and it set him apart from the other tigers. He was a rarity, all right. None of his brothers or sisters shared the same fur as he did, nor his parents. From what he knew, he had gleaned his fur from his great-great grandfather. At least, according to the many paintings that adorned his family's walls.
"Hey Ravin." Came a smoky voice, and he turned, jolted out of his reverie. A slim, lithe young minx stood in front of him, shorter than him by at least a head. Her name, if he recalled it correctly, was Lyni. She was older than him, though, and so wore a different mask than he did. All masks were different, really. But hers was fantastically different. Depending on what your occupation was, there were varieties in the style of the mask of ascension that you wore. Hers was brilliant with color -- though somehow it blended well with her dark fur -- and feathered so much you would have almost thought she was a bird. Only the dark pearls of her eyes shone out from that mask, which at the moment were gleaming with something between amusement and that knowing look that it seemed only women possessed. "A few months left, Ravin, and I won't be seeing you so often, eh?" She half-purred, gesturing towards his pale mask. He nodded, and then stepped aside, taking a seat on one of the wineshop's many, many couches. "Do you have anything new?" He asked. Her eyes didn't even widen at his bluntness -- she was used to it.
"I've got a new lemur, just in last week. He's a pretty little thing, if you like that type. A bit underweight, but that'll change." The minx said, sharp teeth flashing suddenly beneath the menagerie of feathers and colors, a starkly white contrast. Ravin nodded, leaning back in the couch and making himself comfortable. "That'll do, I suppose. Always nice to have something new, eh? But give it awhile, I want to wind down from the walk over first." He said, and the minx nodded, whirling in a swirl of violent color and drifting off into the crowds, probably in search of the lemur she had mentioned.
Ravin sat, let the tension ease out of his muscles, and listened to the conversations around him. Most of them were too quiet for even his ears to hear, but he caught snatches here and there. On this level -- the ground floor level -- of the wineshop, most of the interactions were fairly innocent. They weren't called wineshops for nothing, after all. Most of the furs that worked here were restricted to doing little more than serving the sweet, hot wine that these places were named for, at least on the bottom floor. It was the upper floors that held the attention of the furs that frequented places such as these. The upper floors were just as clean and as the ground floor of the wineshops, but behind closed doors it was usually much dimmer. And more than just wine was served, of course. Ravin would probably spend half a dozen crowns on the nameless lemur that Lyni would introduce to him, but that was alright. With the year of experimentation came a seemingly endless supply of gold, at least for someone in a family like his.
He drank two or three glasses of the heavy, spicy wine before he called Lyni back over to him, grinning and well-relaxed by that time. The wine was doing it's work on his muscles, humming through his blood and relaxing him more than just sitting on the couch could have done. He wouldn't drink much more than those three glasses, though. He hadn't ever had a real taste for alcohol, anyway. Just enough to limber him up a bit and then be done with it.
Lyni returned with the normal swirl of color, a dark shape trailing along behind her. That shape turned out to be the lemur she had mentioned, a svelte young thing all wrapped up in deep blue silk. "My name is Kaouri." He murmured, introducing himself with a shy grin. Oh yes, the lemur was indeed new to the trade. Ravin nodded at him, and rose slowly from the couch, and had started to reach into his pocket for the coin that would be needed before he felt a paw on his bare arm. Lyni grinned up at him once more, and shook her head slightly. "He's new, so don't worry about it, Ravin. Just show him a good time, make sure you have a good time, and we'll call it even." The minx said, and Ravin lifted an eyebrow in surprise. It was very rare that an employee of the wineshops came free, but he had known Lyni for awhile now. So, instead of pressing the matter, he only nodded, and gestured towards the shadowy young lemur, turning towards the deep, narrow staircase that led towards the upper levels.
The room that the lemur -- Kaouri -- led him to was cozy, in a sense. It was small, though larger than some Ravin had seen. The entire western wall was taken up by the large, soft bed. The eastern held a small, but comfortable-looking fireplace, already lit and warming the room. Half a dozen rugs were strewn about the floor, replacing the rushes that might have existed in one of the poorer quarters of town. A small table for personal belongings, and the room was complete. Ravin closed the door behind them both, pausing only long enough to draw the bolt home, and turned his feline gaze on the slim lemur. He was already undressing, knowing his job well enough for that at least, and after only a few moments Ravin was greeted with his nude form. In the dim light provided by the fire, he looked darker than he actually was, though the white streak down the lemur's middle accented his form quite nicely. Naked save for his mask, the lemur stood in full display with his tail flicking back and forth -- Ravin supposed it was in anxiety more than anything else. Finally, at his brief gesture, he pulled the mask from his face, revealing the dark circles around his glossy eyes.
"How many times have you done this?" He queried, standing clothed for as long as he wanted to. He watched Kaouri's gaze narrow slightly -- a hint of irritation, maybe? -- but he answered quickly enough, voice low and soft. "More than enough to handle one such as you." He said, and Ravin couldn't keep the grin from his face. Finally, his paws moved, and only the whisper of silk against fur announced the fact that he had removed the billowing trousers from his frame. He kept his vest, though. Maybe later he would remove that, but not now. His mask remained as well. He would not take that off, even if the lemur broke tradition and asked him to. He was a respectable fur, after all.
"Well then," He said, crossing the small room and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, shifting his weight until he leaned back on his paws. "Handle me." The sly smirk that drifted onto his features was an old one, and if Lyni had seen it she would have crowed with laughter. He knew, even if the lemur did not, that he was being playful at the moment. As a noble creature, he was prone to fits of temper when things didn't go precisely his way, but for the time being he was in a relatively decent mood.
As he had expected, Kaouri crossed the room after him, without a hint of hesitation on his face or in his movements. The lemur slid down until he was crouching between the gap Ravin's open hind legs provided, resting his paws lightly on Ravin's thighs, and looked up. A flash of white teeth was all that Ravin saw before the lemur's narrow muzzle dipped, and a moment later he was awash with pleasure.
He wasn't hesitant, either. And for all his newness to the trade, Kaouri was fairly decent. He wrapped his muzzle securely and easily around the length of Ravin's half-aroused shaft, running his lips over it at a slow, gentle pace, urging Ravin quickly towards a full erection. All that touched him was the lemur's mouth and paws, though. Unlike some of the other furs he had, who had pressed and rubbed along the tiger's fur until he was fit to scream with irritation, this Kaouri seemed hesitant about full-body contact.
After a few minutes, though, Ravin decided that he had experienced enough of the lemur's shy mouth, for the moment at least. He shifted, lifting one paw to tap Kaouri squarely between his ears, which brought the lemur's mask-less face up in surprise. "That's enough. Back up a bit so I can stand." He said, and waited until the lemur had done so before standing himself, and pointing at the bed he had just vacated. "Up you go." He said, grinning slightly, and watched Kaouri scamper shamelessly up onto the bed, where the lemur turned to face him. At that, he shook his head, feeling the ties of his mask tapping along the back of his skull. "Nope. Turn around again." He wasn't quite sure, but he thought he had seen that look of irritation on the lemur's face once again. Before he had a chance to confirm his suspicion, though, Kaouri had turned, rotating around until the striped length of his tail was flicking in the air a few feet from Ravin's nose.
Ravin, too, did not hesitate, moving onto the bed almost as quickly as the lemur had. Within seconds, he had positioned himself behind Kaouri, lifting one paw to snap the flickering tail from the air and 'toss' it to one side. The lemur was trembling --- that much was evident by the slight motion of the sheets beneath them both. Maybe he was nervous? Or excited? Whatever it was, Ravin didn't particularly care. He had a long night ahead, and the wineshop was only the first of his destinations.
He entered the lemur with nary a pause, a soft groan of pleasure escaping from his maw even as Kaouri yipped slightly in pain and surprise. Maybe the lemur had expected lubrication of some sort, but that wasn't Ravin's way. It had never been, as a matter of fact. Instead of moving slow, of giving Kaouri time to adjust to his girth and length, he pushed himself in until the entirety of his erection was buried into the lemur's tight behind. He paused then, lifting his paws to grip the lemur's hips, and wriggled slightly, arranging himself more neatly.
The lemur was panting slightly now, and from Ravin's raised position he could see that his claws were digging into the firm bedding that they were both kneeling on. A grin once again briefly visited his expression before he began to thrust in earnest, barely giving the lemur time to breathe as he took his pleasure from the 'inexperienced' young fur.
Muscles bunching, claws digging grooves into Kaouri's previously un-mussed fur, Ravin forced himself into the lemur's tight little tail-hole, forcing the entire length and breadth of his erection inside of the fur repeatedly, until the yips of pain slowly melted away into pleasure, and finally, he felt Kaouri beginning to move with him -- or against him, as it were. Sweat started to limn the fur beneath Ravin's mask, but he didn't remove it as others might have. Propriety always came first in his life, and comfort second.
Soon enough, with the addition of Kaouri pressing back to meet each of his thrusts, Ravin was balancing neatly on the edge of climax, and with a muffled snarl of agitation, withdrew himself from the lemur's now-dripping backside. Sticky, white strings of pre-cum chased after, matting the lemur's fur, but Ravin could have cared less. Kaouri wriggled, making a sound that Ravin associated with displeasure, and turned his head half-way around to look at Ravin in curiosity. Ravin, stifling another snarl, released his grasp on the lemur's hips, tapping Kaouri's hind leg sharply with one claw. "Turn around." He said, realizing that with his arousal his voice had dipped a few octaves, as it usually did. Looking a bit confused and a bit put-out, the lemur did as he was told, pivoting around neatly until he faced Ravin full-on. Ravin lifted one paw, adjusting the mask -- which had started to slip -- and leveled his bright gaze on the young, still-panting lemur. "Down." He said, and did not even bother to point. While he would have loved to fill the fresh lemur with the results of his climax, he preferred to draw things out a bit. Granted, he probably would end up filling the lemur's mouth with his seed, but that was alright. He could take a break after, drink a glass of wine, and recharge himself for the next bout of entertainment.
Ravin did not miss the grimace of irritation that crossed Kaouri's face this time, but ignored it for the time being. The fur's sour disposition would vanish with time, after all. Instead he leaned back, balancing on his heels, and waited. He didn't have to wait long before he felt the lemur's muzzle brushing against him, and without even a hint of remorse spread his paw on the back of Kaouri's head, pushing down with his formidable strength. He felt the lemur gag slightly at the abruptness which Ravin's erection hit the back of his throat, but to his great pleasure, nothing beyond that first gag occurred, not even when he began to 'guide' the lemur's muzzle up and down along his length.
There was no slowness, this time. Ravin, his paw always atop the lemur's head, drove himself into the moistness of Kaouri's muzzle the same way he had driven himself into the fur's tail-hole. At first, the lemur's throat constricted, trying to keep Ravin's erection from forcing it's way in. Within a minute or two, though, Kaouri had gotten his own body under control, and the muscles of his throat relaxed. Whether or not it was relaxed, Ravin kept his paw on the back of the lemur's head, and kept forcing his erection into Kaouri's muzzle until he felt his gut twist and instinctively knew that he was about to climax. The lemur must have known it too, because for the first time there was a slight resistance against the paw that Ravin had laid against his skull. He was pulling back, trying to get his muzzle off of Ravin before the tiger climaxed. Ravin would have none of it. He pressed down, forcing the lemur to take every last inch of his erection, feeling Kaouri gag but not particularly caring.
Beneath his mask, Ravin's eyes glittered. This was always his favorite moment of these little excursions. The point where his partner -- though always willing in the beginning -- was beginning to resist. Ravin, with his size and strength -- and his constant choice of smaller mammals -- had always overpowered them, forcing them to do just what they were trying so hard not to. So even as Kaouri gagged and fought, Ravin continued to force the lemur's muzzle down upon his erection, feeling his abdomen and sac tighten in response to the particularly arousing situation that was presented. A few more moments, and he no longer could control himself. With a barely restrained snarl of pleasure, Ravin climaxed, spilling his seed down the hapless lemur's throat. For nearly two minutes he kept his paw on the back of the lemur's head, forcing Kaouri's muzzle to remain open. Even after he had finished, the last pulse of his seed trickling lazily down the lemur's throat, he left his paw. The fur had to learn someday, didn't he?
Finally, though, he lifted his paw, and with a rattling gasp, Kaouri sat up. He didn't even bother to try and hide his disgust when he looked at Ravin this time, and the tiger's only response was a slow, lazy grin. Ravin was completely unsurprised to see that the lemur's arousal -- which had been present beforehand -- was now gone. He apparently hadn't liked choking on Ravin's seed. Ravin's own arousal was slowly fading, and after a moment he stood, stretching out thoroughly before moving across the room to take up the pitcher of wine that had been sitting on the small table near the door.
The wine, though not as warm as it should have been, felt wonderful sliding down Ravin's throat, and he drank an entire glass before replacing the pitcher, not bothering to offer Kaouri any of it. Instead, he returned to the bed and lounged, folding his arms behind his neck and leaning back against the wall, letting the musk and scents of sex roll over him. His tail twitched back and forth on the mattress idly, and he watched in amusement as the lemur went to drink what was left of the wine, clearing the taste of Ravin's seed from his throat. He should have left it. Ravin thought, knowing that the lemur would be doing much the same before too long. But for now, Ravin was content to laze about and relax. If the lemur stopped glancing at him like someone who'd just been violated and was angry about it, he might even allow his partner some satisfaction this night. Or, his mind drawled, as Ravin let his discriminating gaze slide over the lemur's form once again, maybe I won't.