RVA: In Her Lair, Conclusion (Mature)

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Habebti led the vixen back to her office. There were three couches, one sized for Habebti, the others for smaller guests. Abstract tapestries hung from the walls, and thick carpeting softened the marble floor. The lighting was warm, encouraging intimate discussions. Habebti lay herself across her couch, while Leesa stood in the center of the room, keeping as much distance between herself and the tall wazagan as her leash permitted.

“Why are you here?” Habebti repreated.

“I told you…” Leesa started to say, then yelped as Hebebti flicked the leash once, making the cord around the vixen’s throat jiggle.

“You’re stalling,” Habebti said coolly. “You know what you want, but you’re afraid to say it aloud. You’re ashamed.”

“Yes…” Leesa whispered, eyes downcast.

Habebti gave a tug on the leash, forcing Leesa to take a step forward as the wazagan wrapped the slack around the palm of her hand. “You will not turn your eyes away from me,” Habebti ordered. “You will look me in the face, and you will speak truth.” When Leesa’s eyes, now wide as saucers, met Habebti’s finally, the wazagan continued in a softer tone, “The door is locked, the walls are soundproofed. No one will hear your words except myself, and what you say will never be repeated. You may tell me all your secret desires, knowing that they will stay secret.” Her tone sharpened. “Now what do you want?”

“I… I…” Leesa stuttered, then finally burst out, “I want you.”

“Me?” Habebti asked carefully. She wrapped another turn of the rope around her palm, making Leesa come closer. “Are you sure?”

“I know… I know you’re a wazagan,” Leesa began. “I know you don’t think of sex the way mammals do.” The vixen’s finger pulled at the rope around her neck, as if it were too tight, though it still remained loose enough to pull over her head. “But… but… you’re so strong, and beautiful, and, and… powerful.”

“And that attracts you,” Habebti concluded.

“Yes,” Leesa said, her voice going quiet again. “I know… I know you don’t care.” She yelped again, as Habebti surged up from the couch, tugging on the leash, pulling the loop snug around Leesa’s neck, holding the rope up so the vixen couldn’t pull it loose.

“Do not try to tell me what I think, what I feel,” Habebti growled. “This house is dedicated to pleasure. To happiness. Do you think I cannot feel pleasure giving pleasure to others? Do you think I would build my little empire if I didn’t care?”

That look of desperate hope crossed Leesa’s face again, even as she said, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” Habebti purred, “you will be.” She was rewarded by a deep flush of red appearing on the inside of Leesa’s ears, as the vixen realized how close she was to fulfilling her secret dreams. “Now strip, little one,” Habebti ordered.

Paws trembling, Leesa quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it free, then stepped out of her culottes. At a silent turn of Habebti’s finger, the vixen also pulled off her bra and panties, kicking her clothing aside to stand naked before the wazagan.

“Here you stand, naked before me,” Habebti said. Her hand stroked Leesa’s cheek, the first touch since she had caught the vixen’s eye. Leesa shivered delightfully in response. “The naked truth is a very powerful term in eyes of your Mother Goddess,” Habebti said to her. “When you are nude before the Mother, all pretentions and defenses are stripped away. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Leesa agreed.

“Now you are naked before me,” Habebti said. “For in this place, at this time, I am your goddess.”

A little atavistic whine emerged from Leesa’s throat, as she contemplated this blasphemy.

“Kneel,” Habebti ordered, giving some slack on the leash. Leesa dropped to her knees with an audible thump, tail twitching. “Spread your knees with your paws on them, palms upward.” Leesa did so, her body trembling as she exposed herself. Habebti dropped to one knee, looking the vixen in the eyes, stroking her cheek once again. “You’re beautiful,” Habebti told her.

“I’m not,” Leesa said, her voice trembling. “I’m pudgy and round eared and… Ah!” Her complaints were abruptly cut off as Hebebti pulled the noose around her neck tight for a brief moment.

“Those is your doubts talking,” Habebti said, loosening her grip again. “They are not permitted a voice here.”

“I’m sorry,” Leesa said softly.

“’I’m sorry’ what?” Hebebti prompted.

“I’m sorry…” Leesa swallowed. “…Goddess.”

“Very good,” Habebti allowed. She sat herself on the couch again and rested her bare foot on a nearby ottoman. “Now show your devotion to me.”

Leesa’s ears flicked back in surprise, then she tentatively leaned forward, kissing Habebti’s toes, the vixen’s tongue flicking out to briefly touch the wazagan’s toe claws. “Good girl,” Habebti said encouragingly. “Now clean it properly.”

Leesa swallowed, then went down on her paws as Habebti flexed her toes. The naked vixen began running her tongue along the sole of the wazagan’s foot, panting softly as she debased herself, tears beginning to soak her cheek fur.

“Why are you crying, Little One?” Habebti asked.

“I… I don’t know…” Leesa sobbed, even as she kissed the ball of Habebti’s foot. “I shouldn’t be.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Habebti asked, growing concerned.

“Yes,” Leesa said, her voice cracking as her shoulders began to shake. She sat down on the floor, rubbing her eyes with her palm pads as the tears continued to flow. “I’m so sorry,” her soft breasts heaving as she sobbed. “You’re giving me everything I wanted and I’m just making a hash of it.”

“You are not,” Habebti reassured her.

“Yes, I am” Leesa continued to argue. “Because tomorrow I have to go back to my ship, and we’ll go away, and all I want to do is stay and have more.”

Habebti pulled up the slack on the leash, gathering Leesa into her lap. “You could always return,” Habebti reassured her. “You would be welcome here.”

“This isn’t our ship’s regular run,” Leesa said. She moaned briefly as Habebti wrapped one strong arm around Leesa, pinning the vixen’s arms to her sides. “We’re only here because the regular Lovejoy freighter assigned to it had a drive breakdown.” The vixen sniffed, resting her cheek on Habebti’s bosom. “This is my only chance.”

“I see,” Habebti said. She nuzzled Leesa between the ears briefly. “Let us make your time here a memory to treasure then.” She leaned closer, whispering into the vixen’s ear, “Paws behind your back.”

Leesa shuddered and obeyed, letting Habebti wrap the slack of the leash around the vixen’s paws, binding them snugly together. “You had a little bit of control before,” Habebti told her, as Leesa twisted her wrists, discovering there would be no escape. “But now everything is, literally, out of your hands. You are not responsible for anything that happens next. All you have to do is let me show you pleasure.”

“Thank you,” Leesa breathed.

“You’re welcome.” Habebti placed one massive palm over the vixen’s mouth, silencing her except for a deep moan. “Now be quiet, and let me do all the work…”

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Leesa awakened slowly, only aware that she’d just had the best sleep of her life. When she’d first walked in the brothel, she hadn’t known quite what to expect. Something tawdry and disturbing maybe, like she’d heard of humans enjoying, not an oasis of beauty on a sterile station, with a blue scaled goddess ruling over it.

Better, once the goddess had taken an interest in her, Leesa’s dreams had been fulfilled beyond her wildest imagining. Wazagans didn’t practice sex the ways mammals did, but Mistress Habebti had ten fingers and a tongue, which proved to be perfectly wonderful substitutes. Leesa mewed softly, eyes still shut, trying to burn the memories into her brain. If she was awake, that meant the Lovejoy Starshine would be leaving in only a few short hours, and she would have to be aboard it. By the Mother Goddess, she could still feel the cord around her neck that Habebti had used to control her.

Actually, there was something around her neck, definitely heavier and more solid than the golden rope her goddess had used.

Leesa woke up, to find herself naked under white silk sheets, on an expansive bed wide enough to accommodate her goddess, or a half-dozen foxen like herself. She touched her neck, to find a solid metal band encircling it, a polished silver chain some two meters long leashing her to the head of the bed.

“What’s going on!” she exclaimed.

“Ah, the pet is awake,” Leesa heard her goddess, Mistress Habebti, say behind her. The vixen turned around, tugging at the leash. “Welcome to your new home,” the wazagan said.

“Pet? What do you mean?” Leesa ran her fingers around her collar, not even finding a seam. “I have to get back to my ship!”

“Your place is here,” Habebti said. She handed a tablet over to Leesa. “All nice and legal.”

Leesa read through the dense text on the screen. It stated very clearly that her work contract for her service aboard the Lovejoy Starshine had been transferred to Habebti’s Sophistications, along with a generous… Leesa’s eyes widened briefly. …Very generous salary increase. It had even been already signed by Lady Melanie Lovejoy-Darktail, Lovejoy Shipping’s assistant CEO.

“You see Darktail Station’s manager used to be Sophistications’ lead maintenance tech,” Habebti explained. “With his departure, I found myself very much requiring a replacement. Happily, you came along. Even more happily, Lady Melanie is an… old friend of mine, and readily agreed to the contract transfer.” She gestured to the tablet. “All you have to do is place your thumbprint on the contract.”

“I… I can’t run maintenance for this place running around naked!” Leesa exclaimed.

“You’ll be clothed. And fed. And given… adequate…” Habebti gestured to the expansive bedchamber, “housing.” She smiled, showing off her fangs. “You’ll wear what your goddess tells you to wear, you’ll eat what is offered from her hand, and you’ll sleep as you are now, naked and leashed to this bed.” Habebti reached over to stroke Leesa’s cheek. “All you need to do is offer me complete and utter obedience. Does that sound acceptable to you?”

For the first time since she had arrived in this oasis, Leesa smiled.

“Where do I sign?”