Treating Her Beauty

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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The blissfully purple wolfess could not have been more beautiful than she was in that moment, down on her knees with them forced apart by a short spreader bar. Nerys would have added a little more rope bondage to highlight the curves of her body and to frame her breasts, but she wanted those beauties exposed and free so she could take the most delight in Rae's form.

Of course, the violet-furred wolf was beside the bed before the dun Connemara mare, her arms pulled back behind her back for her wrists to be tied neatly with black rope. The rope was not the key feature there, though Nerys had many more lengths of rope in all kinds of colours, thicknesses and varying textures. That one was pure and functional, the knots tucked out of the way of the wolfess' questing, twitchy fingers. Rae, after all, did so love to push boundaries.

"I want to hear you moan, sweetness," the mare murmured as the wolfess' tail lifted, though she stood, naked, above Rae with a lit candle in one hand. "So, I won't gag you this time."

"Mmm, it won't be that warm," Rae said, tilting her muzzle down a little so she could look up at her mistress from below hooded eyes. "I won't moan...much."

"Oh, I'll see about that."

The blue candle burned easily, wax pooling at the tip. It clung desperately to the length of the candle that had not yet melted, the low burning point rendering it a good choice for wax play. Of course, what Rae did not know was that Nerys had already tested it out on herself, so she knew exactly how far from the wolf's sleek fur she could hold it for a hotter spill of wax or to simply tease, lulling Rae into a false sense of security.

The deep blue colour gleamed with the reflected light from the burning wick and Nerys smirked faintly, tipping Rae's head back with one hand. The wolf murmured under her breath, her blue hair falling down her back in a flowing, sensual waterfall, her tail trying to wag even then. And then the mare tipped the candle a little, allow a drip of wax to spill from the candle.

It flashed through the air, pulled by gravity as it splashed over Rae's left breast. The wolf gasped, unable to stay quiet despite everything, and Nerys laughed lightly, admiring how it rolled over the rise of flesh.

"Oh, you are going to be a piece of art by the time I'm done with you..."

Rae closed her mouth and whimpered, though her brown eyes blazed with a challenge. With her, however, it would never be defiance, not as more wax pooled readily at the tip of the pillar candle. The blue already contrasted nicely with the light purple and white of her fur, the front of her body dipping into a creamy white between her breasts and running down to her crotch. Yet there was much more to come as Nerys tapped the candle, encouraging another larger splatter of wax to break free.

That second drip landed on the inner curve of the wolf's breast and Rae heaved for breath, lips parted, though she didn't make a sound. It was swiftly followed by another, the drip rolling for a couple of inches before cooling enough that its trajectory was halted.

Slowly, Mistress Nerys covered the wolf's breasts with blue wax, the streaks drying swiftly and hardening, adding an extra touch of restriction to the submissive's body in a way that may not have been anticipated before. Without making it too obvious what she was doing, Nerys lowered her hand bit by bit, so the wax had less time to cool between falling from the candle and lovingly striking the wolf's body.

"Ah..."

The wolfess let out an involuntary pant, the pink spill of her tongue flowing from her muzzle, eyes shiny and glassy. Even then, it was easy for her to slip deeper into subspace, enjoying the eroticism of the moment and still allowing herself to shed her individuality as an anthro. She could be the work of art Nerys had said she was, the room cast into half-light by the candles spaced around it, though there was more than enough lighting in there to ensure Nerys could see all she was working with.

Nerys admired the rise and fall of the wolfess' breasts as she dripped more wax, letting it splatter over some existing streaks. When she hit the space between the wolf's breasts, it trickled down further, like it was flowing in an attempt to escape something, yet it had to cling to Rae's body in the end. A direct splash of blue wax marked Rae's right nipple and there was an inherent beauty in how the wolfess sucked in a breath, her breasts juddering up sharply. The bare skin was more sensitive, of course, than when there was fur to block the splash of wax a little more, but Nerys played with levels of sensuality with a fine, delicate hand.

Her nostrils flared, scenting the wolfess' need on the air. Yet that would have to wait a little longer, even though she already knew Rae was wet between the legs. The wolf likely didn't even realise it yet, not as she licked her lips and savoured the moment, grunting lightly in the back of her throat.

Tipping Rae back slightly with a hand on her shoulder, Nerys allowed more wax drips to tease down the underside of the wolfess' breasts, marking the top of her ribcage and stomach. Yet the heaving breaths of the wolf dominated all and the layers of wax hardened, blue contrasting with purple to highlight the shivering rise of Rae's tits and how easy it was for the eye to travel down the length of her body from there.

Rae was a beauty to be devoured, to be treated, to be savoured. Yet Mistress Nerys ran her fingers up the underside of Rae's jaw, the wolf letting out a subtle gasp against her trailing fingers, as a smile pulled at her lips.

With a beauty like that to adore, how could she not paint her body as the work of art it was?