Mind the Incense

You take one more sniff and stare up distastefully at Sam. “I don't know what that is or what it does so I'm not breathing it.” It is doubtful that he just introduced it for fun. Though it may just be paranoia, you think it pertinent to question most of the things Sam tries to just slip past you. In response to your protest he points an annoyed look down at you.

“Whaddaya mean you're not breathing it? It's not negotiable...”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Well, if it's so important I can just leave and you can enjoy the smell, or whatever, all to yourself.”

Sam sighs and sinks deep into thought. The man crosses his arms and is silent for a full minute. “Right.”

“Right?” As you question him, he turns, steps into the bedroom and stifles the incense. It is pleasing to be able to get a concession out of him. It makes you feel like you have some semblance of control in whatever this is. Sam walks back to your open door, his cock swinging with each step. You wish you had not noticed it, because with it out, even though your eyes are far north of it, not thinking about it is like not thinking of a pink elephant.

“What?”

Sam stares at you. After a short pause he just says. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” You answer cordially before shutting the door. You think that you will notice if that weird incense is lit again, Training begins tomorrow and your mother and sister are sleeping far away from the creep, so you feel pretty good despite the deal.

You are sitting in the field cross-legged, waist deep in flowers. “We have to be in the field? Fiona will kill me if I crush some of her herbs.”

“I'll kill you, too. Focus.” As she says that, it catches your eye that Sam is watching from the window with a smile. He waves. You choose to ignore him.

“Focus...” You tell yourself as you close your eyes.

“Breathing. Just like we practiced.” Kara explains. You begin breathing just like she told you. Slowly in through the mouth, then out of your nose.

“Good.” She coos. After a few minutes of just that she adds.

“Now place your palms to the ground and imagine breathing with them.”

“Breathing with them?” Your eyes are closed but you make a confused face that she must have seen, because you feel a hard flick to your forehead.

“Ow!”

“Not air, obviously! But it's the same feeling. Breathing through your hands, but without the exhaling. Just keep it in, whatever comes.”

You take the poor instruction and attempt to place your palms to the ground so you can breath through them.

“I don't feel anything.” You say at first, then you feel her hands on top of yours. Her breath is on your neck, so you know she must be close, but you choose not to open your eyes and interrupt the lesson.

“What are you-”

“I forget humans don't usually do this, but I can help you feel what it's like so you can do it yourself.” As she explains that you feel a sensation that is very much like breathing. Something through your palms and up into your arms to spread through your body. The feeling really is like the relief of taking in a deep breath, only it is not in your lungs it is in your muscles, your head and even your stomach to an extent.

“Well, anyway, it's like that.” She releases your hands and as she does, all of what you are feeling begins to just sort of dissipate.

“Focus on trying to feel that for yourself. That's what we're doing exclusively until you get it. Oh, open your eyes now.”

“Sure.” You open your eyes to see that the plants around you are now well above your head.

“How did-”

“It's magic. You pull it from the ground and when you release it, it returns to the ground and finds a home. This is what human and elf magic can't do. Sustain itself and the land.”

“There's got to be a drawback.”

“There is.” She looks at you seriously.

“Humans and elves are too stupid to get why it's better. That's the drawback.”

“I guess, if you ask them they'll say it lacks raw power.”

“Okay... So the drawback is raw power.” You point out, mostly for yourself.

“On a brighter note, I'm pretty impressed. You're making interesting choices. Normal humans couldn't be the type of person you're being right now. Makes me think you might actually be able to be happy.” Kara explains that in a way that is both complimentary and depressing, as it reminds you that you are, according to her, destined to be unhappy. It was quite the thing to say to someone. No sugar-coating. You almost forgot that prophecy. You are at least able to muse that you are on the right track so far.

“So what are you guys gonna do, anyway?” Kara asks.

“I'm not sure about that myself. I think he wants more than what he's actually going to get.” You explain.

“Oh?” She leans forward with interest, her tail wagging unsubtly behind her.

“The guy walks around naked once the doors are closed.” Even thought you explain it as it is, a bad thing, Kara smiles widely and takes the wrong message completely.

“That's fun. Is he big?”

“I don't want to answer that.” You feel annoyed to even have that image brought back into your mind.

Kara thinks for a moment. “If you're not gonna tell me I guess I'll just have to see for myself. Think he'll show-”

“Yes, it's big.” You relent.

“How big?” She questions with far more interest than she should have. It makes you realize that she really does not have any shame or inhibitions. Not the same as human girl, anyway. You make a measurement with your hands that shows about ten inches. Kara looks faintly impressed.

“Well, it's not beastman sized, but it's actually pretty close. You're lucky.”

“Why am I lucky?” You groan.

“That's a lot to play with.” She adds bluntly.

“I am not going to do anything like that.”

“Why not?” She seems genuinely confused.

You see her confusion and consider just ignoring her. However, you want to bare this out, and therefore come up with another approach.

“Let me put it this way. Why should I?” You do not think any answer she has will be satisfactory, and whatever answer she does give you can likely push back against very easily. You are done floundering in embarrassment. You want to push back.

Kara stares at you and says bluntly. “Aside from your ability and potential, you're not really a desirable man. You're lithe, small and...” She lets her gaze fall to your groin area before adding.

“Small.”

Your cheeks flush deeply. “Ouch...”

“You rather I sugar coat things?” She tilts her head curiously. It seems to suggest she would say only what you wanted to hear if that is what works for you.

You consider it but it does not take much thought. Probably not, ultimately. You always want her to be able to tell you what she is really thinking.

“Well... No. But in any case, why does any of that mean that I should be lucky, here?”

Kara shrugs lightly. “He's pretty weak-looking, but it sounds like he's got a big dick. Big dicks feel better. You get a good feeling when you have one anywhere.” You note just how poor that explanation actually is.

“I don't want to play with dicks.”

She stares at you seriously. “Why not?”

You groan and plant your face in your palm. It feels as though you are going in circles. “I am not into that.”

“You tried it and decided already, I guess?”

“N-no! I've never tried it, I just know what I like.”

“What do you like, huh?” She smirked.

You stare at her and feel embarrassed to admit it, but it is true. “Someone more like you.”

“Like me?” She poses coyly, giggling.

“Yeah. I get it, you think that it's fun and fine to play with a dick because of your culture.” She smirks as you say that and offers a short nod of recognition.

“But you are a female and I am-”

“Very cute.” She interrupts, reaching forward to boop your nose. You feel exasperated.

“A man!” You correct.

“Also... Wait a minute. You keep talking about it being fun but I thought you said it was a duty? Also, I already told you that humans don't have that tradition.”

Kara looks up awkwardly. “I... Fibbed”

“You fibbed? About what?”

“I was trying to convince you to let me suck you off. I didn't think you'd say no. That always works, usually.” The implications are fairly clear. She was not only lying, but she has tried it more than once on human males. You frown. It causes you to reassess your attraction to her, in terms of personality at least. She is still a very attractive woman.

“We can still do it, if you want.” She leans forward with a sly smile. The fox is licking her lips. You look at her and wish you could say no. You wish you could say that you refuse to preserve a bit of dignity and honor. The act is somewhat sacred to you still. You have yet to have something called a first time and you turned her down already for the sake of your respect and hers. But most of that is out the window. You just entered a strange deal with a disgusting, fat man and you are at constant risk that the first sexual act you have is with him and not someone you are actually interested in.

“Okay...” You blush shamefully. She grabs you by the wrist and pulls you to a blind spot behind the house. Kara wastes no time slipping your hardening member out. Before she does anything, however, she seems to have a mischievous thought. You can see it in her golden eyes.

“The way you always wanna start is by gently gripping it.” She does so. You immediately see what she is doing and cover your face with your hands.

“Oh god... Can we just do this?” You beg, knowing fully that you have no say. With your dick in her hand, she is the one in control.

“What?” She questions innocently, pulling your hands back from your face with her free hand. You watch as she begins stroking. You feel it, too. Her hands are soft, but just firm enough.

“That feeling? It's what you wanna aim for. As it gets harder you need to loosen up, though.” She explains.

“Did I get picked up by a brothel worker? Do you actually know magic?” You berate her quietly.

Kara does not seem offended at all. “I'm just more free than anyone you're used to. You'll get used to it.” After she says that her other hand slips under your balls and begins massaging them.

“These are important.” You wish you could just tune out what she is saying, because the actual motions she is going through feel heavenly and intimate. You are fully hard now and already throbbing needily.

“Whenever you and your partner are ready, you go in and...” She kisses the tip gently while stroking.

“Then...” Her tongue is a bit bumpy so it shocks you when she starts licking around the head. It feels very nice, however, like being caressed by warm, wet silk. Kara looks up with a pleased grin.

“Then, basically, once they're close, you...” She ungulfs your member between her snug lips. She sucks down until her her mouth meets the hand she was using to stroke you. She bobs up and down a few times before finally releasing your cock at just the right moment. She takes the full length right to the base and looks up into your eyes just as you start to cum. They do not look ashamed or hesitant. Everything she does is intentional and willful; her gaze, while she is sucking dick, somehow manages to seem almost dominant. She closes her eyes and is incredibly satisfied to suck it back and swallow it. You could swear that she even keeps a bit of it in her mouth and swishes it around.

“Let you in on a little secret?” She asks, licking her chops.

“Not sure what secrets could surprise me at this point.” You say wearily. You shift uncomfortably as she juggles your balls some more.

“It's magic.”

You give her a strange look. “I get it... You like sucking dick...”

“No no. Literal magic. Men, even non-magical ones, produce a pretty potent load of it. If you learn to, you can process it inside and use it to give yourself quite a boost. Let me know if you're ever interested and I'll make it a lesson.”

You blink. “Wait, what? So did you just take some of my magic?”

“It'll come back to you. Don't worry. Also, for the record, yours is pretty incredible, so thanks.” She gushes.

“You're... Welcome?”

Kara gets up. “Anyway, I should get back. Your mother is teaching me about human business.”

“She's teaching you about-” You stop.

“You know what, never mind. Good luck.”

As you get in, Sam is sitting in the study. He turns to look at you, then gets up. “Hey! How was training?”

“Fine.” You say somewhat coldly. You are happy to note that there is no sign of incense. The only strange smell in the house is the fat man living there.

He chuckles. “Need you to do me a favor.”

“What kind of favor?” You are immediately suspicious.

You sigh deeply, finding yourself alone in your mothers room, naked. You could have refused, but the request was not actually too drastic and the way he explained it, if you say no too many times he will simply get bored and find other toys to play with. That would inevitably mean your mother and sister. At least, that is how you interpreted his words. You stare down at the red gem on the nightstand. It is not an odd item. It is something you are vaguely familiar with as it is something used by your mother and borrowed by your sister fairly often. It is an item associated with higher class women. The way they use it is fairly simple, you remember. You take it and clutch it tightly in both hands. As it warms up in your hands, that warmth spreads out to your skin. After a few seconds you cringe, feeling a singing sensation all over. You look down to see all the hair on your body bellow your eyebrows has been removed. Whatever you had. You are now bare.

As per the second part of the request you make an attempt at awkwardly wrapping the garter belt around your waist, then roll black stockings up your legs with some effort. Once they are tight all the way up your thighs you attach the straps to keep them as such. The second to last piece is also the most difficult. You will need his help to complete it. A corset. You slide it on, however and tighten it the best you can on your own before turning your attention to the last piece, a simple-looking choker. It somehow feels the worst to have to put on, even though it is just a sleek strip of black with a shiny metal symbol hanging from it. It seems so much like a collar. You reluctantly wrap it around your neck and close it. Those were the only items he gave you, so you are also still fairly naked. No underwear, nothing to cover your chest bellow your pecs. Not that there is anything to see there.

“Okay...” You call out.

Your face burns as Sam inters and regards you with a happy smirk. “My god!”

“I look ridiculous. Happy?” You extend your arms out. He says nothing. He just smiles, rests his hands on your shoulders and moves you over to the full-length mirror. You do not think much of your appearance, then Sam tightens the corset at the back, causing you to flinch. In the brief moment between when you recoil and close your eyes and when you open them the corset is tightened. You gulp, not because it changed much but because you see the faint signs of something. Your waist is slimmer and with your legs decorated by the stockings you can almost see it. You look like your sister. At least that is what comes to mind to a certain extent. Your body is not there, but it is a faint glimmer.

“You have so much potential.” He says affectionately. You have heard that before, just not in respect to your appearance. It is an odd thing to hear from a man. As he says that you feel his digits dig into your spine. Like a poking. It is almost imperceptible, but some of your muscles begin to tighten while others loosen. Without realizing it, everything your muscles learned about masculine posture over years of growing up fades. Your stance shifts. Your back arches slightly, your rear juts out and your shoulders lower. All of this happens so subtly.

“All you'd need to do is take a bit of pride in your appearance.” He claims. With a light sigh Sam adds. “Let me ask you. You gonna actually lean into this and try or am I gonna have to drag you along for the ride? Just so you're aware, I'm fine either way.” On one hand you feel like the best move is to fight him every step of the way. On the other hand, you remember what Kara said about placing yourself between the catastrophe and everything you value.