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After eleven agonizing months of travel across Atalay, Artemis has made it to Valentina City. The largest, and arguably most impressive city, in all of Azura. Careful to not be intoxicated by its sheer grandeur, she makes her way directly to her exact destination: the Tower of Ozyman, home of the Tower Mages.

The rabbit slowly makes her way through the throngs of mage-apprentices and academics in the reception hall, getting lost within the many shifting corridors before finally arriving in the Grand Archives at the heart of the massive structure.

Abandoning her haste for a moment, Artemis takes a look at her surroundings: captivated by the thousands, if not millions, of books lining the seemingly infinite spiral of shelves lining the spacious room. Surely the information she needed was stored here.

She walks up to the large desk at the center of the library, standing there is a mage clad in extravagant white robes. Feeling her presence, the mage puts the book he was reading down to address the visitor. "Welcome to the Grand Archives. Are you new here? I don't recognize you as a student."

The rabbit opens her mouth to speak, though nothing comes out. Surely she couldn't just barge in and demand information? She had to think about her phrasing carefully. "Correct, Sir. I am new here. I was wondering if you had any information regarding lost fae relics."

The fox opposite of her squints, taking a bit more time to study her after the question is asked. "And I suppose this is a vested interest of yours? Regardless of your intent, I will need you to be more specific. Do you know its name? Era of prominence? Is it of Seelie or Unseelie design?"

Artemis once again takes some time to consider how she answers. Unsure of how he'll respond, but needing the assistance despite any undesirable outcomes, she gives him an honest answer. "It's a weapon. A sword. It's called Lunatt."

"The Lazol sword? The blade of Mabb? And what would you do with this artifact if you were to acquire it? Ridiculous. I cannot comply with your request."

The rabbit stands there petrified. Somewhat annoyed by her line of inquiry, the white mage addresses her again. "Listen closely, little rabbit. That sort of information is protected by us for a reason. There are certain magical artifacts that are simply too dangerous to be sought after by any one person, no matter their intentions. You would need an archmage's permission, something that requires many years of work and trust---years you have yet to put in. You simply don't have the tenure required."

Remembering her promise to Mabb, Artemis tries to ask again with a little more urgency. "But you must! I-I... Mabb chose me to locate it, I can even prove it! Here let-"

The fox interrupts her. "Enough! I am Alberich the Alabaster. An archmage! I refuse to explain myself again. Since you're not even an apprentice, I will excuse your petulance just this once. You may leave. Enroll if you'd like, some study would do you some good. No matter what you choose to do, you will not ask about Lunatt again. If you try, I will have you barred from returning here indefinitely. Do you understand?"

Fighting back tears, she nods in agreement. Upon seeing this, he motions for her to leave and returns to his book.

Defeated, The leporine Attarus meanders out of the Grand Archives. She wasn't under any impression that her quest would be easy, but this seemed like a pretty large setback. He wouldn't even give her a simple hint.

The next two days were uneventful. She made no more progress towards her current goal, and the expenses of staying in this city were quickly draining what little coin she had to begin with. Utterly lost, she plops down on a bench and cries into her hands.

Nearly an entire hour passes before anyone seems to care or take notice. A caprine Attarus sits next to her, placing a gloved hand on her shoulder. "Are you lost madam?"

Artemis looks up, peering upon the young, well-dressed man that seems to have taken interest enough to speak with her. She finds a bit of solace in his soft features and delicate voice.

"N-no... Not really." She wipes the tears away from her cheeks before continuing. "I came a really long way, looking for something that's really important to someone I need to impress. And... And the mages, they wouldn't help. They're the only ones that know where it is, but they won't help me."

The sheep sighs. "Those mages sure are a stingy sort. I'm sorry to hear that they denied you. Hmm. You said you came a long way to see them, yes? Where are you from?"

The rabbit meets his gaze with hers, somewhat enamored by his amber eyes. "Novaria. I had to abandon everything to come all the way down here. Not to sound too grim, but I almost died a few times. Is there... Any way you could help me? Please, I need someone to help me. Anyone."

Of course he could. In fact, he knew all too well how to assist her. "Perhaps. There's a certain someone in this city that might be able to help you find what you're looking for."

The rabbit's ears perk up immediately. "Really? You really think so?"

"Yes, little bunny. She's known as the Xanthous Queen, the owner of quite a wondrous place called La tana di Chiara. It's impossible to miss, trust me."

She gives the sheep a hug, before excitedly bouncing up from her seat. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm really in your debt mister-"

"Bruno." The sheep says. "Bruno Valentine. And you shouldn't worry about being indebted to me, it'll be the Queen you will owe if you're to seek her out."

Her smile diminishes somewhat after hearing the ominous remark, though it seems she has little choice. She must see this Xanthous Queen. "Well, you still have my thanks Bruno. I'm grateful."

"You're welcome, little bunny. And if you see the Queen, I can promise that we'll certainly meet again."

Artemis gives the sheep an enthusiastic smile and a wave before running off to find La tana di Chiara, and this Xanthous Queen who presides over it.

La tana di Chiara has been called a veritable palace sitting at the heart of Valentina City, and as Artemis approaches the grand structure, the leporine Attarus cannot help but feel ever-so-small and quite unqualified to even enter into its massive ornate doorways.

But, she cannot afford to not enter, as beyond there lives the Xanthous Queen: the only one in the city who could grant her some way of acquiring the information she needs, so that she can finally repay her patron for a gift she is honor-bound to repay.

To return to her old life and her former ways would be a great disservice, and one that she must not even consider. There was no turning back, not as she is now.

Despite the fact that the doors are guarded, people of all stations seem to walk inside with little bother. Perhaps someone in simple traveler's attire wouldn't be such a departure herself? She takes a deep breath, and she joins in among the crowd of comers and goers, passing by the massive entrance.

As she does, Artemis' eyes lock with a tall llama, who nods and smiles to her in a common sort of courtesy. Opposite this guard, the draconic Seluran chuckles, a grin passing over her face.

Unknown to Artemis, the two of them turn to enter inside themselves. After all, it isn't every day that fresh meat makes its way to La tana di Chiara.

The open lobby is one of pure elegance and decadence, showing off the wonders that the business has to offer and the lucrative nature of the service industry. Statues of handsome and beautiful nude figures grace the many pillars holding up a frescoed ceiling, but the most appreciated art pieces are the live performances. Windowed stages are seated in the walls, showing to the potential clientele the various delights and activities they might be able to expect there.

Artemis' cheeks burn brightly at the sight of workers of various persuasions flaunt their bodies and entwine themselves in erotic displays, all for the benefit of their partners and their deep purses. Truly, La tana di Chiara is a brothel of vast resources and of much sway. Despite the nature of the business, this is probably her best chance to get exactly what she wants from the Tower mages.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" comes a teasing voice from her left.

"Looks like a lost little bunny who isn't our normal type of customer" comes the gruffer voice.

Artemis whirls around, finding herself face-to-face with the two guards, their hands upon their hips, showing off their impressive armor and the size difference between themselves and their target.

The llama speaks up first in her softer voice, saying, "You know, the word on the street is that there's a little bunny hopping around town, poking her cute little nose into things."

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" the Serulan asks, snickering, leaning in over her."

Artemis stands on her tiptoes and puffs out her chest. "I've come to see the Xanthous Queen."

"Ooh, you hear that, Roxanne?" The llama says. "She's here to see the queen."

"Usually, only people with appointments get to see her, Yasmina. Of course..." the draconian says, a strong hand grabbing Artemis by the shoulder, "She does accept walk-ins, as long as they are ready to perform."

Artemis' heart thumps in her chest, and she gulps, nodding her head. "Sure," she says. "I want to see her. And I want to prove myself. That's why I came here in the first place."

Both women stare at her with eyes gleaming with glee and mischief. Yasmina leads the way past the busy floor, taking her to the back like they would so many troublemakers. People turn their heads away as the bouncers make their way through the crowd. After all, Yasmina and Roxanne are the queen's personal guard. When they move, you move, whether you want to or not.

Artemis walks in between the two. The Serulan removes her grip and the two lead the rabbit through with just their presence alone. They eventually make it past all the occupied game tables, drink servers, and people groping each other in the corners of the chamber to a set of doors carved with voluptuous figures gilded to catch the eye on their most erotic areas.

Even if she wanted to run, Artemis knows she can't.

And she doesn't want to run. This is exactly where she wants to be.

In unison, the two guards push the doors open and step inside, ushering her into hallways leading to other resplendent areas: with the steam of saunas, the scents of hookah dens, and the sounds of instruments wafting in down the various corridors. This continues, until they make their way to the very end, where even more ornate doors carved from stone with figures holding the handles as if they were to come alive to open the portals themselves.

In fact, those doors do open on their own, leading the three into a chamber that oozes with the comforts of a palatial home, and sitting on the comfiest of seats, facing the door and dressed in a bright and flowing gown is a beautiful Serulan woman, her eyes fluttering at the sight of the newcomer.

"Welcome, my mysterious guest" the woman speaks in a melodic voice, gesturing with her arms to emphasize the depth of the chamber, "to the den of the Xanthous Queen."

When the queen stands, she too is taller than Artemis, but still is dwarfed by her guards. The moniker made sense now that she got the chance to see her. This 'Xanthous' Queen's body was mostly gold and bright orange in coloration, with a white underbelly and hints of deep purple. "Yasmina," the leader of the bordello says, her hands moving behind her back as she approaches the three. "The signal you gave me told me you found a rare treasure, indeed. I'm inclined to agree. But Roxanne, you have reservations about her?"

Roxanne snorts. "Can't get distracted by every exotic beauty, Miss."

"Hm... that's true," their leader says, stroking her chin. "Well, then, why don't you be the one to assess her potential."

With a grin, the Serulan bows. "It will be my pleasure."

With the bright Serulan approaching her, Artemis realizes for the first time exactly how much taller and imposing Roxanne is. That confident smirk she has over those sharp teeth, and that bright hair that covers one eye--both make her quite alluring indeed.

Before she even says anything, Roxanne reaches down to herself, unhooking her own armor. Artemis watches with a gasp as the Serulan dresses down, letting the plate clang to the floor and lifting the undergarments up over her head. This serves to reveal the piercings she has all over her muscular body, as well as the streaks of blue that ring around her, highlighting her snout and abdomen.

Roxanne smirks and steps out of her pants as well, standing totally nude before the Attarus woman. "Like what you see, little girl?" she asks. "That's good, because that makes my job easier."

With that, she grabs Artemis by the shoulders, yanking her hood and cowl away from her, tossing the garment aside. She tugs on the rabbit's top, and Artemis follows her lead to avoid facing any damage to her clothing. In an instant, her chest is made bare, revealing her bright nipples and her creamy-colored fur underneath.

"Nice coat you got there," Roxanne says in admiration, "You should show it off more often. No doubt her highness will be more than happy to allow you the opportunity, eh?"

The Xanthous Queen merely smiles and sits back, her llama guardian standing beside her with an approving nod.

Artemis tries to cover her chest, but Roxanne grips one wrist and then the other, holding them up over the rabbit's head, making her ears twitch. "Not so fast. I still need to inspect the goods!"

"W... what are you planning to do, then?" Artemis finally asks.

Roxanne snickers. "All that is necessary."

The Serulan slides a foot along the floor, triggering a hidden plate, which opens up a secret compartment in the ceiling. From there fall links of chains ending in manacles, which Roxanne tugs down to get to the elevated levels of the rabbit's wrists. With a practiced professionalism, she locks each wrist to the chains, forcing Artemis to stand there, half naked and exposed, facing the queen and her other companion.

Standing up behind her, the naked draconian presses pierced nipples against her back, reaching around and copping a feel at the rabbit's perky breasts.

Artemis' frown flickers when she feels this, shifting and standing on her toes, trying to look away at the other observers.

"Not bad, not bad," Roxanne says, one hand moving up and caressing under her chin. "Some people like the smaller chests. I'm one of them. And just look at that face--the patterns are naturally beautiful, and the fur is so soft."

Artemis bites her lip, her knees coming close together.

"And her back... mmm, look at that mark. A crescent moon, huh? Is this natural or dyed? Either way, it's remarkable." Her hands slip down along Artemis' sides, squeezing gently, making the rabbit gasp.

"But I gotta wonder what you have hidden underneath," Roxanne chuckles. "It's all about the goods for some people." With that, she hooks her fingers under the leggings and tugs down.

"Oh, damn!" Roxanne says, cupping and groping at one butt cheek. "Now, this is an ass, boss!"

"Indeed?" Asks the queen, her eyes fluttering once more. "But you really must see what's going on along the front."

Roxanne says, resting her chin upon Artemis' shoulder, peering downward. She whistles, letting a hand run around to the front of the rabbit and allowing fingers to slide down. "That golden fur flourishing at the hips... it was like you were meant to work for us. Yasmina. You didn't see this girl before, did you?"

"I just have a sense for these things," the llama admits. "Besides, anyone who comes into a brothel as covered as her has something to hide. Since she's a nobody, it has to be her beauty."

"You like having lovely ladies look at you?" Roxanne says, tilting her head to press against Artemis. "I can hear your breath quickening. Your heart is beating faster. Yes, surely you love it!" she says this, snickering as she gets another squeeze of the rabbit's chest. "It's just thump-thump-thumping away!"

Artemis tries to look away from the others, stumbling on her leggings which bind her ankles together, at least until she steps one foot and then the other out.

"Beauty isn't the only thing that one needs to test," Roxanne says, her hands moving back up to the bunny's tits. "Some of our clients can be a bit rough, and even our softest girls can handle things." Without any other warning, thumbs and index fingers pinch at the bright blue nipples.

Artemis tilts her head back, pushing her chest out, gasping, a groan rising from her throat.

"That's a good bunny. Sing for Roxy." She chuckles, but takes one hand away from the bunny's chest and pushes her cheek, turning her head.

Their lips lock, and that's when Artemis becomes familiar with the length and the piercing on Roxanne's tongue, dominating her mouth, rubbing that stud along her inner maw, tasting her and enjoying every moment of being within her.

Artemis' fingers twist and twitch uncontrollably, as she's unable to focus on anything else.

When Roxanne steps back, Artemis' tongue hangs out for a moment, before the rabbit finally pulls it back into her mouth, looking down and away, hunching over as much as she can in her tied up state.

"Not bad, not bad." Roxanne says.

"I take it you approve?" Asks the queen, knowing her guards intimately enough to expect the answer.

Roxanne bows, snickering, and says. "Yasmina. Would you mind reaching into the chest and grabbing my crop?"

Artemis has to wonder which are glowing brighter under her fur--the cheeks on her face, or the ones on her rear? After all, Roxane is having quite the time giving her a whap here and there with that crop of hers, tracing it along her thighs and then suddenly slapping her again.

Each time, the warmth of the pain throbs through her butt and the rabbit squeals, panting in high-pitched gasps.

"She really can endure, can't she?" Roxanne says, tapping the crop onto her thigh. "But, let's get you something to really enjoy, my lady."

The queen nods, motioning her permission towards her fellow Serulan.

Roxanne clicks over to face the rabbit, gauging Artemis with a discerning eye. Holding her hands in front of her, she examines the rabbit. The mystery of why she's doing this ends when, with a wave of her hand, a glimmering spectral phallus appears between her legs, quivering and standing tall, ready to take any hole that she has her sights on.

"Seven inches..." notes the Queen. "Feeling a bit generous, are you?"

"We're here to test this girl, not break her," Roxanne says, stepping around behind Artemis again. Before the rabbit could voice any concern or protest, strong arms wrap around her chest, and Roxanne throws her up. The strong Serulan catches the rabbit under the thighs, holding her tightly, spreading her legs before the two watchers.

Making herself comfortable, Roxanne positions herself with her chin on Artemis' shoulder, her chest upon her back, and that phantom cock poking up between her legs. "When you want to work for the Xanthous Queen," she begins, "You need to make sure you can take any measure. Now, tell me, you ever do it in the ass before?"

Artemis' gaze locks to the two observers. She wants to say something. Anything. She wants to call a timeout, but her duty to Mabb flashes through her mind. She breathes deep through her nose and shakes her head. "No, I haven't."

"Well, consider this a free lesson, cute stuff!" Roxanne barks, chuckling to herself. She clenches her fingers against Artemis' thighs and pushes her up, letting that ethereal cock slide between her legs, teasing at the bunny's lips and slipping past her taint.

Artemis curls her toes and squeezes her eyes shut, prepared to take a most unpleasant time in the service of her fae patron.

The magical member presses up against Artemis' tailhole. With no preparations to go in, she whines and tilts her head back, ready for the whole experience to be a terrible ordeal.

But the cock slides in with little issue, the draconian guard rolling her hips and pushing the tip further inside with only the most meager of resistance.

"Nn... w... waha...?"

Chuckling, Roxanne nips at Artemis' shoulder. "You're adorable when you think you're in danger. No need for lubrication when you got magic doing all the work for it. Of course... you'll need to learn proper application, all in good time."

That last words are punctuated with a thrust that shoves the cock further up into her tight bunny asshole. Artemis' whole form shudders at the feeling of the thing so deep within her. Her eyes roll back and she opens her mouth, throwing back her head, letting out the squeak of surprise and unexpected delight.

"My, my, we got ourselves a butt slut here, boss!" Roxanne growls. She chuckles and thrusts her hips upwards against the rabbit, pushing Artemis down at the same time, plopping her over and over onto that illusory pole with plops and plaps filling the room, sprinkled with the grunting breaths of the Serulan and the little moaning gasps of the rabbit.

She had never been fucked before, and now that Artemis has felt the intensity that can come with it, she starts to wonder why she's waited so long to explore herself. Perhaps, it required someone like these three to really make her feel any comfort in her sexual side? No matter the reason, the floodgates are open, and she's ready for more!

And speaking of floodgates, it doesn't take too long for her anus to contract around the length, and for her whole body to contort in involuntary delight. Right in front of the two observers, her pussy squirts and drips, sprinkling the carpet before the two with her love.

"Quite a distance," the queen remarks, and as she says it, Yasmina sits beside her, kicking off her armor, idly playing with the buttons of her tunic.

"Alright, got you all warmed up. Let's give you some more of what you want!" Roxanne growls, pulling her cock free, the transparent thing sliding back between her legs and pressing up against Artemis' sex. "The best part about a magic dick like this is that it's self cleaning. That means I don't have to take any time before I do THIS!"

With that announcement, she shoves the cock deep into the maiden's womanhood. Artemis' neck rolls about and her cries become a melodious song of moaning and want. She urges Roxanne to continue, letting out breathy cries of "more... more... more!"

"Oh, you'll have more!" Roxanne shouts, biting at her neck.

The rabbit's eyes flutter, and her head gets light as she spills more, drizzling down her desire between her thighs in the second orgasm of the day.

She hadn't been paying attention to the other two for awhile, not while she was being fucked. No, it's just her and Roxanne now. That's all it ever needs to be.

But soon enough after her third... or was it forth, time, Roxanne slows down, and the panting bunny opens one eye, leaning back against her rough, but enjoyable lover, and gasps.

Standing before her is Yasmina, fully disrobed now, one hand upon her hip and another trailing down her thigh, and between her legs a massive cock, ready for action. "It's my turn now."

Hardly aware of herself after the rough series of orgasms that Roxanne had given her, Artemis dangles from the chains that hold her up, her legs weak, and her body so terribly sensitive. But that fugue state ends with the first touch of that warm, long tongue pressed against her abdomen.

She squeaks back into recognition, flashing her gaze downward past her chest and to the fluffy-headed llama squatting down in front of her. Her breath comes heavy as she watches and feels that tongue lapping over her fur, swirling around her navel, traveling up her side where her fur turns a cream color, and trailing up and over her breasts.

The rabbit cannot help the little shudders and sighs that come out of her. It's almost as if Yasmina knows how to play her body like an instrument, using only the slightest brushes of her tongue and the gentle grasp at the rabbit's hips.

Yasmina's attentions continue upward, playing at Artemis' collar and then going to her neck. The rabbit has enough energy to tilt her neck, to beg for those ministrations without saying a word. Yasmina takes the oppurtunity to let those tantalizing tickles taste along that sensitive area.

"O...aah.n...."

Yasmina giggles, and then she presses her lips there, letting those little faerie kisses drift Artemis to a state of bliss.

She almost doesn't recognize it when lips press against lips, the two pressing up against one another, warmth as their bodies make contact and the llama's tongue makes its way inside of the rabbit's mouth.

Yasmina is in control. There is absolutely no doubt about that. But this is a different control than what Roxanne provided. While the llama's tongue dances with her own, the rabbit has to wonder which she prefers, if she prefers one or likes them just as much!

The kiss breaks, and in that sparkling moment, a strand of saliva drips between the two and onto their chests. It's a sight that Artemis barely catches through crossed eyes, wanting to take in every moment of delight that is coming her way.

A click by her ears is the only warning Artemis gets before her arms flop down to her sides and she collapses into Yasmina's arms, falling face-first against her breasts.

Holding her in a gentle, yet commanding, embrace, Yasmina leads her over toward the bed. The queen steps aside and watches with eyes filled with wonder at the sight. The mattress is softer than any the traveling rabbit had felt in her simple lifetime, and she sighs as she enjoys the tranquility, but that's when the llama's massive member lands next to her on the edge of the bed.

"You are quite beautiful," Yasmina says, giggling gently, stroking a finger up and down along her shaft. "But you're much too small for me.

A mix of relief and disappointment washes over Artemis, if only just a moment.

The llama climbs up and places a hand upon Artemis' shoulder, turning her around to face away from her. "Luckily, I have an idea of how you can be of service."

Soon, Yasmina lays beside her, a larger spoon in the bed with her. The llama wraps her arms around Artemis' body, just underneath her breasts. She lets the rabbit's head press against her chest for additional warmth and support, and nudges a knee between Artemis' legs.

Taking the hint, the bunny slowly spreads, and soon, that thick, warm, large rod rubs up between her legs, resting in between her thighs and teasing at her already drooling womanhood.

Yasmina whispers. "You'll have to please all sorts of clients in all sorts of ways, you know. It's best to get creative when a cock is simply too big to fit in your meager holes."

She slides a hand down, urging Artemis to lower her leg. She does so, which gives the rabbit a strange sensation of some leverage in the situation. This position isn't about taking pleasure from her, using her and leaving her to hang. No, this is a more active approach, and one that is coupled with a tender and warm embrace.

She rocks her hips, letting her thighs stroke along that meaty member. She can't help herself but let out her own little giggle at it. Such a strange, but alluring situation.

Yasmina laughs in turn, rocking her hips against her, letting out a deep and breathy sigh onto the rabbit's neck.

Artemis drifts off to a realm of delight as she feels every heart beat, shudders to every breath, and triumphs at the soft sighs ushering out from her partner's throat. By rocking her hips over and over at this monstrously big cock, she's able to give this delicate beauty the love she deserves.

Is she actually starting to like being here? Did Mabb somehow lead her down this path without Artemis knowing it?

Yasmina's rockings increase, and the llama leans in over her, squeezing herself against her bunny bedmate. The rabbit recognizes what this precipitates, that feeling of impending climax. She knows how to service it. Her speed matches the stroking, and she coos and reaches back, stroking Yasmina's cheek.

That last gesture seems to do something for the llama, because she rolls onto her back, bringing Artemis with her, giving the bunny quite the reason to yelp and squeal. Between her legs, the grand rod pumps and quivers and finally shoots, sending white pearly warmth up into the air, sprinkling down onto her tummy and tits. Artemis sighs, but squeaks and squirms when some lands on her nose and cheek and even higher. She closes one eye, feeling the warmth of a splotch on the lid, and she lays there, panting, staining the cock with her own release, and collapsing back against the llama.

"Fuck..." she breathes out "That... that was amazing..."

Yasmina pets the rabbit's sides, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Take a rest for a moment," she coos. "Then you can really show your appreciation however you'd like."

When Artemis first arrived here, she had vowed to herself that she would do whatever it takes to fulfill her patron's quest. She thought that meant something far more dignified among the Tower, but now, she realizes that another path lays before her. The strangest part is, that path is one that she had never considered for herself... yet one that she is now more than happy to embrace. At least for now.

"My... appreciation...?" she finally sighs after a good minute of laying down, enjoying the fluff and the warmth of her llama friend.

"You know how you're going to show it?" Yasmina asks, a finger stroking up and down the rabbit's side.

Without an answer, Artemis rolls onto her stomach, laying face-to-face with the guard, a gently shy smile upon her features. She crawls down over that beautiful feminine form and down between the lovely lady's legs.

Yasmina's cock is huge. It's quite the contradiction to the demure and polite lady that owned it. Or perhaps, it isn't? The rabbit's finger strokes up and down the side of the shaft, her gaze focused upon the twitching, glistening rod.

Why would it be a contradiction? Yasmina has to be polite and considerate when wielding a weapon like this. Something like that illusory phallus that Roxanne used could plow into a girl with little regard for doing any damage, but this would totally scramble someone's insides if not used with care and consideration.

It's so heavy that even when erect, it has a hard time rising up into the air. Artemis helps with that by holding it at its base.

She never paid attention to those big round orbs underneath of that shaft, but now, she finds her mouth watering just at the sight of them. How can this be that she'd become so cock-hungry in such a little bit of time? Maybe, it's not because of the cock, but because of the woman that owns it?

Yasmina bites her lip in anticipation.

Artemis does not want to disappoint her. The rabbit starts slowly, kissing one of those wondrous orbs, her hand stroking leisurely along the slickened pole. She sighs, her ears laying against her as she relaxes into it, stroking with slow, sloppy strokes as she presses little pecks against the package.

Yasmina sighs, sliding her hands over the mattress and underneath her pillow. She pushes her hips forward, just a bit, letting herself get lost in the moment.

Artemis' face burns bright, but she rolls out her tongue, licking over the sack and then slipping over to give the other equal attention. Her breath comes out in broken huffs of excitement. She can't believe what she's doing, and yet, she feels as if its something that has been natural to her her whole adult life. Does this make her some kind of whore? Is this something wrong for her? Then, why does it feel like this is where she belongs, making others feel good?

A larger lick is accompanied by a laughing breath, letting out hot air to the shaft before her. This makes the llama shudder and moan. That tongue presses against the base of the cock and slides up along the shaft. Having it between her thighs is one thing, but to have this so close to her mouth makes the rabbit realize just how enormous this schlong actually is. Are there girls who can take this? Does Yasmina ever have herself fulfilled?

With a flick of her tongue over her tip, she emboldens herself and asks, her fingers stroking along the base. "Are you feeling good?" She directs the question towards the proctor and her feelings instead of Artemis' skill.

Yasmina takes notice, opening one eye, nodding, her lip firmly in her mouth trying to hold back the sounds.

Just seeing that attempt to keep from moaning makes Artemis bolder. She holds the cock with both hands, kissing the head, and gently pressing it against her lips. She attempts to keep her opening as tight as she can, but the reality of the situation soon makes itself clear. With the head and the first inch inside her, the rabbit looks like a ridiculous caricature, cheeks puffed, eyes wide, body shuddering as she's finding herself stuffed.

A single thrust could make her gag with extreme ease. Would Yasmina assert dominance here and make her look the fool?

Artemis did not have to worry about that. Yasmina just sat laid back, her chest rising and falling in delighted breaths, her eyes closed. This blissful repose tells Artemis all that she needs to know--she's doing a great job.

So, two hands stroke along the cock, alternating as they slide up over the shaft. Her mouth slips down and up along the pole, taking as much as she can, which she admits must not be very much at all. For a time, she is stuck in this zen, as there's no word from Yasmina.

And during that time, Artemis feels... happy.

Out of nowhere, the cock tenses up. That all-too-familiar feeling of orgasm coming to the llama. Artemis notices the twitch and the tensing of Yasmina fighting against her natural inclination to release, but Artemis slows down... not too much, not too much...

The cock calms down, and the llama does it... she moans, gripping the sheets, squirming underneath of the rabbit's touch.

Over on the side of the room, the Xanthous Queen smiles, resting the back of her hand on her chin. "My, my, my," she speaks in a soft voice. "She really does have the natural talent, doesn't she?"

"She really knows how to handle that dick, boss." Roxanne added, hands on her hips. "I'm surprised she calmed Yasmina down like that."

"Yes, we shall be watching her career with great interest," the queen says." And then she steps up, placing a hand upon Artemis' shoulder. "Congratulations," she smiles. "You've done an excellent job. Welcome to La tana di Chiara.

Artemis pulls her mouth free from that cock, holding onto the pole, breathing a few hot and heavy breaths upon the pearling tip. "Just... a few... more minutes..." she breathes.

The queen chuckles at that, patting the rabbit upon the head. "Of course, dear. You deserve your victory lap."

Artemis can't help herself but press her hand against the Xanthous Queen's touch, nuzzling against her for a moment before she lowers herself down over Yasmina's body once again. "I can't stop until I've given Yasmina everything she's needed."

"Quite a caring soul you are," the queen says, a smile upon her snout. "She's more than capable of finishing herself, of course."

Artemis strokes her fingers along the length. "A lady cannot be left to tend to herself, am I correct?"

Yasmina's breath quickens, nodding. "Thank you very much.... Mm... I knew I picked the right person..."

"Can I hear it?" Artemis asks.

Yasmina blinks, tilting her head down toward the rabbit. "Hear what?"

The slow stroking continues, and the confident look upon her face melts into a needy, yet confident glance. "That you need to cum."

"By the gods..." Yasmina breathes, squinting her eyes shut, rubbing her hands quickly over the sheets. "I need to cum.... Mm... please!"

Yasmina bites her lip, her cock so erect and so tall, tensing and untensing, precum pearling at the tip and then oozing down the side.

"That's all I needed to hear," says the rabbit, giving her a nice and polite smile.

Artemis catches that wavering cock, slurping it up and wrapping her lips around the tip, staring directly at the llama's eyes. "Mmmm...!"

"M... my goodness..." Yasmina's voice is a higher pitch now, her eyes shaking, her lips quivering. "W... what passion... nnmm... what service!"

Artemis speeds up, using both hands and putting her back into it, bobbing her head over the tip. It's time for the grand finale with the queen herself standing right beside the two.

Yasmina's back arches up from the bed. She throws her head back. Her hips push up, threatening to go too deep into the rabbit's mouth.

While Artemis' cheeks puff out like some sort of over-eager toad, she prepares herself for the impact.

Meanwhile, Yasmina's gasps and panting breaths get higher and higher, her dignified position melting away into a needful animal stuck in the throes of delight and want.

"My, my, my..." The Xanthous Queen says to herself, tapping her cheek. "That's something you don't see every day..."

"Bunnyyy!" the llama cries, her whole body tensing up, her eyes flying open, her mouth agape in the most undignified of o-faces as she fires off a massive eruption from her tall erection!

Artemis receives the load. To let a cock get so close to orgasm and to deny it only to give it the release it wants a bit later, that is the best way to achieve the highest of highs at the point of orgasm. Not only that, but to put into their mind the want and the desire--that is what makes the most compelling explosion of pleasure.

The rabbit groans, squeezing her eyes shut as the warm and salty semen fills her mouth. She pulls back, sitting up, still clasping the cock. The cum drools down her cheek and chin, and she takes in deep breaths through her nose, in and out... in and out...

With her eyes latching onto the queen's, the bashful bunny feels she has no choice, and thus, she tilts her head back, swallowing, letting the cum ooze down her throat.

Artemis gasps, wiping her chin with her arm, and she shakes her head. "F... fuck..."

There's a silence in the room for a bit as Artemis sits there. She lets go of the shrinking member and sits up, her hands upon her knees, bowing her head slightly. "I, uh, apologize if that was a bit too much. I've... I've never done this before."

"Now, that's quite the surprise to me," the queen says, clapping her hands together. "Your eagerness is quite amusing. You don't know the number of workers who perform simply because they're good at what they do. There's far too many who are not madly in love with the business. But here we have someone who knows what they like and is offered a chance to live those fantasies, and what a way to do it, indeed."

Artemis' cheeks warm up upon hearing that, her nose wrinkling. "Love...?" she whispers to herself, before she sits upright, her head held high, her shoulders back. "What I would love is to show you what I can do personally. Are you ready, your highness?"

"My, my," the Xanthous Queen coos. "Didn't I say you were eager?" she says this, tiptoeing her way through the chamber, humming to herself, swaying her dress around. "But not now."

Artemis' audible whimper of disappointment shocks the rabbit, but she brings herself to sit tall once more. "I... don't understand."

"Oh, you've proven yourself quite worthy by your actions with my two greatest assets." She says this, nodding towards the two guards. Roxanne sits back on a chair, her legs spread, a hand resting between her legs. The Serulan nods over towards the rabbit, snickering.

Artemis is caught off guard by the pawing that the largest of the women had been doing. This whole time when the others were just observing, she was actually getting off to watching?

Roxanne chuckles. "Not every day that some virgin has such skills. What's your secret?"

Artemis' ears shoot up at the words, but Yasmina pushes herself up, draping her arms over Artemis' shoulders, pulling her in so that the rabbit's head finds itself nestled between her breasts. "She is quite wonderful, my queen. There's not a client who can really help me with my needs quite like she can. Can I keep her?"

The Xanthous Queen laughs. "I think she'll prove to be valuable. Quite valuable."

After suffering through a dreadfully boring banquet with his father's social circle, Bruno decides to spend some much-needed time away at La tana di Chiara. The incessant chattering of those aged sycophants made him hungry for something fresher.

As he shuffles throughout the halls, progressing towards the secretive 'special patrons' section, the sheep spots something very peculiar. A familiar rabbit, now clad in exquisite cloth that accentuates her beautiful, nearly nude figure. It was only five days prior that he found her lost and alone, seemingly delicate and innocent.

"Surprising. Or... Unsurprising, perhaps? I was worried I wouldn't see you again, little rabbit."

Artemis' head turns immediately upon hearing the voice. "Bruno?"

"Yes. Enjoying yourself?"

She jumps up, embracing the caprid. "I have been, despite some initial reservations!"

He holds the scantily clad woman, smelling the queen's scent on her. She must've left a very favorable impression to lend her that unique fragrance.

"Very good, very good! Get anything valuable in return? Besides the intercourse, I mean." He says with a smile.

"Yes! I can't really speak about it, but she mentioned being close to one of those archmages... She'll help me out if I continue to work with her for the time being."

That sounds about right. The Xanthous Queen never does anything without appropriate recompense. "Good to hear. Well then, little bunny... I came here for a distraction, right? At the moment, you're looking exceptionally distracting~"

She steps back, taking the opportunity to examine the sheep for a second time. After some slight consideration, she responds.

"I suppose I am curious about you, Bruno. I think I'll have to accept." The rabbit takes his hand, excited to see what he's been hiding. Excited to show him what she's learned.