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"Oh! What is that?"

"Our newest catch, Grand Templar." replied Flora, shoving the scrawny male forward, "He called himself a ba-seh-tan, said he needed your help to get unbanished."

Laura eyed the specimen brought before her by her underlings. He was rather attractive, even if he wasn't a keidran. A certain wide-eyed, innocent charm expressed itself through his facial features, standing in muted contrast with a nicely toned, athletic body. Physically impressive, though not so large as to be threatening. Just how Grand Templar Laura liked her boys. Cute ears, too.

That settled it. She hadn't had fun in some time, and she wasn't one to muse over an opportunity such at this for all that long.

Her words were softly spoken, yet commanding, "he's already collared? Good. Send him to my bedchambers so I may. . . entertain his proposal."

"Aww!" Flora complained, pouting at her master, "I was hoping you'd just want us to throw him into the moat so I could have my way with him!"

"Hey! I called dibs first!" said Kathryn, baring her fangs.

"Did I stutter?" interjected Laura, raising an eyebrow, "I thought I said he was to be taken to my chambers. Now! Make sure he loses those pants along the way, too."

"Yes, mistress."

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Having discarded her own clothing, save for a flowing silk robe, Laura casually and confidently strode into her spacious bedchambers. The male basitin was already waiting, tied to the foot of her bed courtesy of his collar and a leash attached by her subordinates. Down on his knees, his eyes glanced over at her as she entered.

"Good evening, pet." she spoke.

"I have a name." he replied, defiance rising in his voice.

Laura sat her rump down upon the end of the bed, legs crossed, though doing nothing to prevent the robe from falling open.

"And what might that be, hm?" she asked.

"Keith." he stated plainly, still keeping his eyes affixed to her, "Keith Keiser."

"And you're what, some sort of rabbit?"

The defiance seemed to turn to anger, though he remained kneeling, "I'm a basitin."

Laura made a show of very slowly uncrossing her legs, her thighs drifting just a few inches too far apart from each other, before crossing them again. Keith's eyes, level with the bed, shot straight up and between her legs. The room was dark, lit only by a few candles, though he caught an unmistakable flash of pink.

The perverted glance didn't go unnoticed.

"Well, my little pet basitin seems to like what he sees," she said with a low chuckle, "seems you might be worth a bit of fun after all."

Again, she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, wider this time, taking longer.

"Show yourself to me,' she commanded.

"W-what?" Keith stammered, his paws reflexively shooting down to cover his crotch.

"You heard me. Seems all your clothing has gone missing, so don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about."

She pushed her foot forward, probing as his thigh with her toes.

"Show me."

There wasn't any point in resisting. Captured, striped and now bound before this admittedly rather alluring vixen, the male basitin felt heat rise in his cheeks as he removed his paws and spread his thighs a little.

"Like this?" he asked timidly.

"A little more, pet."

He pushed his hips forward, bringing his already semi-hard cock into view. It wasn't the display before him that did it, most keidran girls ran around wearing little to no clothing. No, it was. . . being tied up. He liked it. As brutal and regimented as his society has taught him to be, the idea of a domineering female, the idea of being used as a toy, it got his blood flowing.

And most of that blood went to a single place.

A place that Laura's eyes were now fixed upon, eyeing his maleness, all seven inches of its red, rock-hard glory

"Very nice," she said, voice low and sultry, "very nice indeed. I can tell I'm going to enjoy you!"

Keith's cheeks were burning up, "I'm. . . glad you like it, m. . ."

"Oh? What was that?"

He gulped, "mistress?"

It was Laura's turn to feel a rush. She felt heat grow between her own legs, along with an unmistakable dampness. If Keith had a sensitive nose, he would have been able to smell it too.

As it turns out, he did. A single drop of pre ran down his tip, dripping onto the carpet. There was no hiding the sexual energy lingering in the air, hanging over both mammals.

Laura's paw had now sunk between her thighs.

"Stroke yourself for me, pet." she moaned, delicate fingers starting to move back and forth across her labia.

"Yes, mistress."

Taking orders came naturally to the male basitin, especially when forced into such a submissive position. Doubly so when they were issued from an obviously horny, and, after the very briefest consideration, exceptionally attractive female. Even a keidran, at that. Dutifully, his paw ran down his chest and belly, rubbing across his tip and grasping firmly about his shaft. Wasting no time, he started to pump himself, up and down, from base to tip, keeping his thighs apart and hips thrust forward for the enjoyment of his captor.

"Hmmm, just like that. Entertain me, pet."

Keith continued his ministrations, the vaguest notions that he might be forced to bring himself to climax creeping into his mind. Still, he continued, baudishly jerking his length back and forth, unable to tear his eyes from the show he was getting in turn. He counted sixty seconds, a full minute, And then another, followed by a third. He was panting by this point, beads of sweat rolling down his face just as further drops of pre dripped from his tip. He had sped up further, eyes now closed, his ind focused only on the pleasure rapidly and irrepressibly building within his cock.

And just like that, he was ordered to stop.

"Enough," Laura said, removing her own fingers from her snatch, "I'm going to go mad here if I don't get to sample the goods myself."

The slender vixen shuffled her rump forward to the very edge of the bed.

She tugged on Keith's leash, "come closer, pet."

He did as he was told, moving across the carpet on all fours and sitting himself directly in front of the keidran.

Shamelessly, Laura spread her legs, wide and inviting, her pussy parting less than a foot from the basitin's rapidly reddening face. The smell assaulted him. The sight assaulted him. Obscenely spread, her delicate pink flesh was presented directly to him, dripping with her juices, waiting for his touch. . .

"Put your muzzle here." she ran a single paw down and over her mound, slipping a single finger into her depths for a moment before withdrawing, trailing a string of her nectar behind it.

For the first time since his capture, Keith wasn't simply following an order. He had perhaps five seconds left of self-control in him. Maybe less.

It didn't matter in the end. Laura, fangs bared and grinning smugly, spoke a single word.

"Lick."

Keith pressed his muzzle forward, grinding his maw into her eagerly awaiting cunt. His tongue lashed out, diving between her soaked folds and licking roughly from bottom to top. He felt her flesh spread under his tongue, lips splayed apart as he dragged the organ across her sex. A deep breath gave him the most overpowering sense of her aroma, a scent so musky, so heavenly, as to have his own paws race up and grasp at her thighs.

"OH!" she gasped, "eager, are we? Eat me, pet, eat me until I soak your face."

He wasn't just determined to eat her through to orgasm. He wanted to drown himself in her pussy. Lick her until she screamed. Flood his muzzle with her juice.

And if he was eager, she was needy on another level entirely. Unable to support herself, Laura collapsed backward, her legs kicking up and wrapping behind Keith's head, forcing his mouth harder and deeper into her cunt. He continued, spurred on by her own enthusiasm for his oral assault, pushing deeper and deeper into her, roughly tongue-fucking her love tunnel with ever pass. Suckling on her clit. Devouring her essence, every drop of it.

Laura screamed through her first, and her second, and was all but breathless, gasping madly for air, by the time her third rolled over her body. Keith's fur, from his chin, down across his chest and to his still rock hard member, was soaked with her juices, squirting freely from her sex every time the male brought her crashing over another peak.

The fourth one was too much.

"Ohhhh FUUUUUCK!" she moaned, her cunt convulsing as Keith's tongue worked its magic and brought her to yet another crashing, shattering orgasm. With her nervous system unable to withstand yet another tsunami of pleasure, she kicked backwards, rolling onto her side in the middle of the bed.

"W-what. . . did you say your name was, pet?"

The basitin was up and atop her in a flash, his own eyes now burning with the same lust and desire that seen the female keidran demand he eat her out for the better part of an hour.

"It doesn't matter," he growled, "I'm just your pet, aren't I?"

"Y-you said you needed help. . . something. . .oooohhhh. . . something about banishment."

He was still hard, having received no attention. It was painful, and a burning need coursed through him.

He touched his tip to her still searing hot entrance, his paws grabbing roughly at her thighs and spreading them to allow him access.

"Don't worry about that at the moment," he said, easing his shaft into her pussy, "I think I've found something that I want more. . ."