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This was usually how they met, shrouded in shadow, backs to the wall, whispering out of the sides of their mouths.
This was exactly the kind of place they would meet. A high class brothel decked in silk and lace, plush red carpet dampening the sound of bare feet. Prostitutes in various stages of undress walked the halls, moving from one customer to the next.
But this time was different. A sharp edge lingered on Mel's every word, and she found herself looking around the corner to meet Lest's eyes more and more frequently. Striking gold, her pupils were wide open in the dark hallway, darting back and forth as she checked for prying eyes and ears.
Speaking of which, those long, sensitive ears flicked and rotated as Lest listened. She nodded along to Mel's every word, even if she was starting to ramble.
“Mel,” she said, taking a long puff on her pipe before blowing purple smoke into the air. It hung around them in a hazy violet fog, further obscuring them from anyone else in the building. “I don't think you knew a word you just said there.’
Mel stopped herself. What was the last thing she said? Something about the other councilors, something about…
“Something caught your attention, hm?” Lest asked, leaning around the corner, bringing her face mere inches away from Mel's.
“Sorry, I-” She shook her head and stepped away from the wall. “It's been a long week. I'm just tired, is all.”
Lest frowned and spun her pipe between her fingers. “That's all? Care to explain your stare?”
Mel tore her eyes away from the patterns of her fur, the soft contours of her figure. Desire burned inside her. It had been far too long…
“Ah, yes, sorry. Just thinking.”
The smell of smoke grew stronger as Lest drew closer. Teasing wisps floated from the end of her pipe, circling her head. She leaned in, ears brushing the top of Mel’s hair.
“Thinking about…?”
Mel tried to dismiss the indecent thoughts climbing up her back, burrowing deep into her head. But questions nagged at the back of her mind. Questions she wouldn't dare to ask.
“I think I need to take a break,” she sighed, leaning her head against the wall. Her mind was as hazy as the hallway, the sweet smoke addled her senses, lowered her guards. “Care to resume our conversation after?”
Lest shot a furtive glance over her shoulder. “We shouldn't be seen meeting often. It could raise suspicions. Patterns are a death sentence, you know.” Her ears flicked again, she pulled herself against the wall and puffed on her pipe as a scantily clad woman walked between them. She gave a polite wave to both of them, and Mel had to fight hard not to watch her leave. Lest followed her eyes.
“I won't go far,” Mel said. She wasn't thinking right, something about the smoke and women and… gods, the sounds.
“Mel.” Lest looked around the corner again and gave a disapproving frown. “I know I usually stay out of your business, but here? Word would get out to everyone, especially your mother-”
“I need this, Lest,” Mel said, pushing off the wall and turning to face her. “I’m afraid I can't think quite straight in, uh… current conditions.”
“People will talk. Information will leak. I advise never mixing business and pleasure.”
“I know that. But,” she ran her fingers along the fur scarf wrapped up around Lest's shoulders and neck as she lowered her voice to a whisper. “I know you would never tell a soul.”
A crack appeared in Lest's cool, detached facade. “M-Miss Medarda, you must be mistaken.” Her tail thrashed back and forth.
Mel dropped her hands down to Lest's hips and pulled her closer. “You're my most trusted informant, Lest, one of my closest confidants.” She ran her fingers up her side, curling around her back. “Don't you think I could place my trust in you a little more?”
Lest looked to the side, at an unlocked door toward the end of the nondescript hallway. Mel reached a bit lower, wrapping her fingers around the base of Lest's tail and giving it a quick tug.
She gasped, a rough, low moan escaping her lips. She nearly dropped her pipe, her fur fluffed up and her eyes widened.
“ Mel. ”
“I love that sound,” Mel said, leaning in close as she stroked her tail. “What's a girl have to do to make you purr?”
Lest's ear flicked, and she seized Mel's wrist, dragging her closer to press a rough kiss right on her lips.
“Come, then,” she said, dragging Mel along to the open door. Her posture, her poise, remained perfect as Mel stumbled after her. Her tail swayed back and forth. She moved so casually, as if she was just walking home after work.
Until the door clicked shut behind them, and she tapped her pipe over a nearby ashtray. Her eyes were hungry, every muscle tense. She unwound the scarf from her neck, intermittently breaking eye contact with a flash of purple fabric.
Mel unclasped her cloak and let it crumple to the floor, taking a step forward to grab Lest's hands as the rest of the scarf fell away.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” she whispered. “All these days and nights, skulking around the brothels and bars and theaters of Piltover?” Lest gasped as Mel wrapped the scarf around her wrists, binding her hands together behind her back. “Always so close to me, yet always just out of reach?”
“Personal,” Lest gasped as Mel dragged her down to kiss the soft fur of her neck, “connections are a,” Mel shoved her face-first onto the bed, she moaned into the sheets, “death sentence in this profession.”
Mel leaned over her prone form, sliding fingers up under the hem of her dress to lift the fabric up. She did her best to ignore the call of her white underwear and moved up to trace around to the outside of her breasts. She marveled at the way Lest's fur felt, all soft and silky. She wondered how tedious it was to wash. Lest moaned again as she moved to the waistband of her underwear.
“Try not to get too attached, then.” Mel pulled her underwear down, exposing her. Her stomach tightened as she ran a hand around the curve of her ass. Lest struggled against the scarf keeping her arms behind her back, but she never requested them removed. She traced the swirling patterns in her fur, following the shapes down her ass and between her legs. Her cock lay flat against the bed, now that the underwear keeping it tucked were gone. A thin stream of fluid leaked from the tip, darkening the sheets under her.
“Easier said,” Lest’s breath hitched as Mel trailed a single finger down her shaft, “than done.”
“I’m sure a girl like you is good at maintaining emotional distance,” Mel teased, stripping out of the rest of her clothes and climbing onto the bed behind her. She ran her hands up her hips and all along her back, ruffling her fur in the process.
“Untie me and I’ll show you just how good I am at maintaining distance.” Her voice was low, restrained. She was holding back.
“You know these rooms are soundproof,” Mel said, stroking her cheek with the back of her hand. “You need not be so reticent.”
“Weren’t you just pushing me to be detached?” Lest responded cooly, watching her hand out of the corner of her eye. With that look in her eyes, Mel almost expected her to snap at her fingers.
“Detached doesn’t mean boring .” Mel grabbed hold of one of her ears and ran her thumb over the soft hairs on the inside.
Lest squirmed underneath her, mewling and arching her back. She tried to pull away from her touch, but a rush of desire held Mel in place. She felt herself get wetter, she straddled Lest’s back and grabbed her other ear.
“So sensitive,” she whispered, rubbing the outsides before sliding in to gently trace the inside. Lest melted into a puddle beneath her, all struggle disappearing in an instant. She was so malleable under her hands.
“Mel…” Lest moaned, drawing out the single syllable until it turned into a low purr. Lest’s chest rumbled between her legs.
“Oh, so you do purr.” She let go of her ears and ran her fingers through her hair, parting it down the middle and exposing the back of her neck. “What else can you do for me?”
Lest moaned into the sheets, fully relaxing under her touch. She kissed the back of her neck, nipping at sensitive skin and moving up along her jaw. A brief glance over her shoulder confirmed her suspicions, Lest was making an absolute mess of the sheets behind her. Mel smiled and slid her fingers down Lest’s spine, undoing the ties and clasps keeping her dress together.
“Now, I believe you were going to show me something.” Mel put a hand on the scarf tied around her wrists, and Lest squirmed against her bindings.
“Please,” she rasped.
Mel hummed as she ran her fingers along Lest’s palms. Her nails were partially sunken into the tips of her fingers. If she purred, then…
She pressed a finger into the pad of Lest’s index finger and marveled as a claw slid out. Lest let out a shuddering moan, sparking a new rush of arousal inside her. The temperature steadily climbed, she wiped sweat from her brow. She massaged the tips of Lest’s fingers, watching with fascination as her claws protracted and retracted. Lest splayed her fingers wide, giving Mel full access to each one.
“How about we get this off you?” Mel slowly unwound the scarf from Lest’s wrists.
She wasted no time once unbound. She flipped over and pounced, dragging Mel under her and pinning her down. Her soft cock leaked as she dragged it against her thigh, leaving thin streams of clear liquid against dark brown skin. A primal hunger burned in Lest’s eyes, she kept her grip on Mel’s wrists as she descended down her body. She traced the golden lines running across her body with her rough tongue, sending shivers of pleasure down her back.
“Please tell me you’re going lower,” Mel said with a sigh. She didn’t bother struggling, as long as she got what she wanted. What she needed.
“You haven’t been the kindest to me,” Lest said, looking up at her from her stomach with a playful grin. She nipped the curve of Mel’s hips, eliciting a sharp gasp. Her smile widened. “Tell me why I shouldn’t return the favor?”
“Fuck, Lest…” Mel panted. “Please.”
She slid down between her legs, Mel had no problem spreading them wide open for her. Her head spun, she couldn’t think about anything but the tightness in her stomach and the ache between her legs.
“Mmm. You sound so pathetic when you beg.” Another gentle bit to her inner thigh. Mel moaned again, throwing her head back into the sheets. Her hair would be a mess after this, but she didn’t care.
“I like that.”
“Please please please,” she whispered. “Please.”
Lest let go of her wrists and fully settled between her thighs. Her rough tongue lapped at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, she worked her way higher and higher, tormenting her with the occasional bite. Mel was ready to descend into a blubbering mess when Lest’s tongue finally dragged against her. Her eyes shot wide open, she gasped at the rough texture working against her clit. It was immediately almost too much, she teetered on the edge of overstimulation as Lest’s tongue circled her.
Her tail swished back and forth against the sheets as she ran her tongue between her labia. Mel clutched at the sheets as Lest pushed her higher and higher. A particularly rough lick sent her hands flying down to grab Lest’s ears, forcing a low rumble out of her throat.
The vibration traveled through her tongue and into her clit, forcing another gasp out of her.
“Don’t you dare stop!” she said, stroking her ears. Lest continued purring, pressing her tongue flat against her clit. Mel’s breath caught in her throat, she couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure running hot between her legs. The vibrations resonated through her body, she tensed her thighs and pressed upward, finally breaking through and toppling over the edge.
Her legs twitched as she came, she wrapped them around Lest’s neck for stability as her entire body quivered. Lest licked her through it, unrelenting in her motions. Even well after her climax subsided, her strokes sent aftershocks ricocheting through her system, her arms and legs jerked a few more times before she released Lest’s head and pushed her away.
“Fuck…”
Lest smoothed out the fur on the back of her neck. She sat on her haunches and looked down at Mel with a satisfied smile. “Get enough?”
It took her a bit to collect her wits. “For myself? More than enough. For you, however…” She crawled forward on her hands and knees, eyes raking across Lest’s body. She licked her lips. She needed a taste.
“Unnecessary,” Lest said, stepping off the bed and drawing herself up to her full height. “We still have business to attend to.”
“This is business,” Mel insisted, forcing her against the wall and nudging her legs apart with her knee.
“Do you treat all your informants this way?” Lest asked with a sigh as Mel sank to her knees.
She kissed up Lest’s inner thighs before giving the wet tip of her cock a kiss. “Only my favorites,” she said with a grin, before taking her soft length into her mouth.
Lest groaned, hands slapping against the wall as Mel worked her tongue over her. It was surprisingly smooth, for a feline Vastaya, and very receptive to her every touch. Salty fluid leaked into her mouth from the tip, and she pressed her tongue on a particularly smooth patch of flesh just underneath the tip.
“There!” Lest hissed, hands sticking to the wall as she braced herself. Mel swirled her tongue around the spot, reaching up to grab hold of Lest’s thighs for stability as she worked. More and more liquid dripped out of the tip, she swallowed without hesitation.
“Mel…” Lest panted, hands scrambling at the wall. “Mel, Mel, Mel!” Her voice pitched higher with each word, her hips bucked forward as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. A small bit of cum dribbled out of her cock and onto Mel’s tongue, and she didn’t dare stop until Lest pawed at her head.
She pulled away and swallowed, rising to her feet and pressing her body against Lest’s.
“How’s that?” she asked quietly.
“You make it hard to remain detached, Miss Medarda,” she said, bending over to collect her clothes.
“Mm, I’m known to have that effect on people,” Mel said, grabbing Lest’s underwear before she could. She dangled them off to one side on one finger, forcing her to reach out and grab them. “Same time next week?”
Her eyes reflected gold in the dim light. “For business, or pleasure?”
“Business, of course.”