Jon Chess knocked at the chamber door of Phredaria's spare room where his client Dye was staying, for her own protection. He heard a muffled squeak of surprise from within, and the rustle of clothing. Dye opened the door, a towel wrapped around her. The towel barely covered her pert breasts, falling to the top of her thighs, the white cloth implying and innocence that the lack of any other clothing betrays.
Sometimes, like right now, Jon Chess loved his job.
"Hello, milady Dye... I hope you are well?" Chess asked, opening his pack and searching for a parcel. "I brought dinner if you are hungry?" Chess looked at her with a barely repressed lust in his eye. "After all, you make me quite hungry."
Dye nodded her head and turned around, stepping back into the room. She thoughtlessly bent to snatch her panties from the floor. The towel gave him a perfect view of her intimacies, including the string attached to the end of the obsidian warbeads he had brought her previously, which were now buried in her tiny puckered rear.
"Hmm?" she questioned, stepping one foot into the skimpy underthings, still bent over.
"You are doing that on purpose" Chess growled, stepping forward and pushing her face-down on the bed. Jon tossed the towel away, exposing her body to his eager, hungry gaze. Her reply to his act was muffled by the bedclothes. She squirmed her naked body as a fisherman used a lure, drawing him in closer.
"Now, let us come to an understanding, milady Dye" he said, his voice controlled tightly. "Until I resolve your problem, you are my client, dammit!"
Dye mumbled an inaudible response into the bedding again, apparently asking him to continue.
"...and I don't sleep with..." Chess grabbed the end of the string, pulling the first obsidian bead from her tight, heart-shaped ass. "...my..." Chess spanked her ass and pulled forth another two beads. "...clients!" Chess roughly invaded her cunt with two fingers, pistoning them in and out roughly. "And I am especially not going to breed you..." he added, "... until the tattoo is gone!"
Dye squeaked as the largest of the beads stretched her poor puckered rear wide, and then let it close again before another two are pulled out in quick succession. The spank urged a muffled squeak from her as he pressed two fingers into her tight slit. She was soaking wet, eager, and desperately in need of breeding, and she whimpered and squeaked into the bedding.
"Now... if you fired me, I would collar you, brand you as mine, and breed you... but while you are enchanted, I will not accept you firing me... am I clear, little harlot?"
She whimpers unintelligibly into the blankets, probably firing him a dozen times over while she squirmed desperately, a perfect, malleable fucktoy for his use.
Chess leaned close to her elongated ears and bit one gently. "If you anger me off, I'll bite off the tips and drink your blood, little harlot". He bit again, hard enough to leave teeth marks.
Dye squirmed more violently, her juices practically leaking down her thighs, as he bit her. the pain and pleasure both pushing her excitement t a breaking point.
"Now cum hard for me so we can talk," he said, "...and before I forget you ARE my client!".
Dye clearly wouldn't have minded that now, gasping into the bedding as a violent climax washes over her, the unfortunate thing trembling while her fingers curled into the bedding tightly.
Chess withdrew the beads and his fingers, leaning forward to bite-kiss her cunt once, and then took a step back. She mewled softly, still lying face down on the bedding, panting as she turned her head to look at him. "You're fired."
"Un-fuck you. Now turn around and focus... when we are done with the case, and you want to wear a small leather collar, proclaiming you as mine, we'll talk about breeding you properly... or improperly," he teased, knowing the effects his words were having. "Your tight little ass I may let others fuck with your mouth on my cock... but that is after the case, and you are no longer my client"
he paused, letting the fantasy penetrate her brain. "Now... food, or not?"
Dye giggled, rather involuntarily, and she shook her head from side to side. "I swear this tattoo is making me dumber..." she sighed. "Not... that that's... I mean... it does... dumb and happy, if that makes any sense?"
"Yes... it is trying to reinforce you to breed and nothing else. But the Dye I remember is sharper than a dragon's tooth, and she's the one I want to fuck... and hold, and kiss and breed."
"I can... we could get started... and then remove it... you know... it isn't mutually exclusive..." Dye offered hopefully.
"She is the one who gets to make choices about that, not the nymph you. I want the REAL you. Now, can you focus, or do I need to implement plan B?"
"Plan B?" She questioned, still holding her hand out for the towel he'd ripped from her.
"Yes, plan B. I always have a plan B. So, focus, or I will make you focus." Chess ignored her request for the towel.
"But... what -is- plan B?" she asked, looking curious, and lofting her eyebrow, dropping her other hand and crossing her legs tightly, granting her at least a little modesty.
"Don't answer me and you will find out, you cunt-drooling walking temptation." Chess grinned.
Dye pouted a little, but nodded. "Fine... I'll focus... you're no fun at all, you know."
