Chapter 244 – Led By the Nose ❤❤

Chapter 244 – Led By the Nose ❤❤

It’s been a while since I was home and Mari always puts her entire heart into the projects we throw at her. While I didn’t intend to lag behind too much, both because we are fairly in the middle of a quite serious predicament and because it’s obvious that the moment I show myself up everyone will want a piece of me, a few minutes won’t hurt anyone. The workshop is still being worked on.

Showing the talented and quite eager seamstress a warm smile, I reach out to bring her closer, but it seems the second or two I took to consider things have still been too long for her currently hyperactive self. The charming tailor spins around and almost stumbles over the pieces of fabric and some tools she has shoved onto the ground just earlier. Kicking them away, she sneaks a few anxious glances at me while bringing sketching supplies out of the cabinets, and setting them on her workbench.

Raising an intrigued brow, I realise that she’s intent on fulfilling her promise of getting into things right away. Or, at least, she attempts to. As the lithe brunette leans over the table, resting her palms on its surface, she pushes her bubbly butt out. She tries to focus on the paper in front of her, the pencil lodged between her dainty fingers tapping the wood, but inspiration doesn’t come easily with her mind burdened with something else.

Something that would like to come too, most likely.

And not once.

Shaking my head in amusement, I walk up to Mari and stop behind her, looming over the hunched beauty. She notices my shadow but doesn’t make any moves. Though, the pencil tapping quickens a tad. Smirking, I mirror her pose, letting my palms lie flat next to hers, which brings my chest into her back.

“This is something you’ve been looking forward to, isn’t it?” I ask in a sensual whisper.

Marianna shudders lightly and nibbles on her bottom lip, no doubt getting the true meaning of my question. And it clearly doesn’t have anything to do with her just getting pounded.

“Shino has been filling your head with some interesting things since our last meeting, hasn’t she?” I continue just in case she actually misses the message amidst her excitement.

“N-No...” The lewd seamstress risks a glance at me over her shoulder, her cheeks positively glowing. “It’s all me... I just didn’t have the—”

“Shhhh.” I shush her down and grin suggestively. “No excuses. I clear my busy schedule to come and see how you are doing, and this is how I find you? Dawdling over some random personal project while you have company work to do? I’m disappointed. Really disappointed.”

The one eye that peeks at me widens in recognition and she fights back the smile threatening to force itself onto her pouty lips, doing her best not to break the character.

Turning her face ahead, Mari rolls her palms into fists. “I’m very sorry, Boss. I swear I’ll make it up to you twice over.”

“Oh, you certainly will.” I chuckle knowingly. “And you will start right away. Since it doesn’t seem like I can trust you not to get distracted, I’ll have to watch over you and make sure you stay on track. No matter what happens.”

The last few words are spoken right into her cute ear and a quiet moan escapes the sweet lady trapped between me and the workbench, her thighs pressing together.

“Yes, Boss...” Mari replies breathlessly.

“So, get to it!” I slap her tender ass and she squeaks in surprise.

“Yes, Boss!” The shocked tailor girl hastily moves her pencil to the middle of the sheet.

Unfortunately, she puts too much force into it and the tip shatters on the hard surface. Noticing that, she panics and reaches for the jar with spares, miscalculating the distance and knocking it over. Before they all roll off the table, she catches a few, deciding to hold them in her other hand, not trusting herself not to swat them away by accident.

I make sure those that fall to the ground are nowhere near our feet, not wanting Mari to actually hurt herself during our little play. Though, I’m not entirely sure if these mistakes are part of it or if she really got so excited that she became way clumsier than before. Not like it matters that much.

Marianna valiantly begins dragging her pencil over the paper and some focus descends upon her flushed face. I let her work properly for a while, and as expected, she tunes out most of her surroundings, getting lost in the craft she loves so much. But, while that’s amazing, it’s not what we are after here.

When I bring my hips closer and press my very obvious bulge into her plump ass, she flinches, adding an unintentionally long line over her sketch and pauses.

“Something wrong?” I ask with a professional, oblivious tone.

Naturally, my cock remains lodged between her soft buns.

“Nothing!” she hastily replies, grabbing the nearest eraser and removing the accidental mistake.

And since she uses horizontal motions instead of vertical, that makes her butt rub against me even more. She still wears her iconic suspenders and shirt, but that’s not enough to stop the sensations and another shiver passes through her whole body.

“You are going to tear a hole in it if you rub it any longer,” I comment teasingly.

Mari snaps back to attention and stops abruptly, blinking owlishly at the ruined spot.

It’s hard to, but I withhold my chuckle. She wants it really bad, doesn’t she?

But, she remains faithful to the bit and starts anew a bit to the side. Once more, I give her a minute to make some progress, keeping her in suspense. She won’t know when I’m going to strike and that will make it just so much better.

Choosing the perfect moment, I slip my hands into her pants and slide them up her smooth waist. To her credit, she barely reacts, focused on not creating any more accidents. That goes rather well. At least until my fingers bump into two protruding mounds at the top of her chest. A faint gasp escapes her lips when my fingers brush against her stiff nipples.

Sighing delightfully, Mari fights hard not to moan out loud as I give her perky tits a delicate massage. Rolling her nipples and kneading the marvellous flesh, I can feel her butt rubbing against me, but I can’t fault her for that. Her own hands don’t stop though, and I watch as she finishes a version of the upcoming skirt. It’s a bit rough and jagged, but still impressive.

Yet, she doesn’t start with another.

“Why are you wasting time? Do you take breaks after every small thing you do?” I question my unruly subordinate, pinching her nipples.

“Mhnnnn!” Marianna trembles in my arms. “No, Boss! Just thinking!”

“Less thinking, more doing,” I instruct her.

“Yes. More doing. Definitely more doing,” she mutters to herself and gets to work.

My fingers withdrawing from their position takes her by surprise, evoking a slightly confused glance back.

“Where are you looking?” I squint at her with mock scorn.

She instantly snaps ahead, returning to the project. When she isn’t trying to catch a peek anymore, I grab the clasps holding up the belts of her coveralls and unlock them. Without any more support, her pants drop to the ground with a quiet whoosh. Mari freezes only for a moment, quickly kicking them away afterwards, setting her feet a fair bit wider than before.

Running my palms over her sides, I lower myself to the level of her juicy ass and don’t fail to spot the completely drenched spot at the bottom of her cute white panties. She widens her stance even more, arching her back to further push her girly secrets my way, all while the sound of a scratching continues to fill the air without fail.

I gently hook my fingers beneath her underwear and drag it down at a languid pace. As I reveal her enticing slit, a thick trail of love nectar extends and strains between her completely wet pussy and the drenched material. Her pretty mound glistens invitingly, unashamedly showcasing its need, the sensitive pink peeking from between the puffy folds.

Taking a deep breath so as not to give myself out, I spread Mari’s plump cheeks as much as I can and bring my face closer. Waiting a moment to lull her into a false sense of security, acting like I’m simply admiring her appealing holes, I then press my tongue into her snatch and drag it all the way up to her anus, scooping all those fragrant juices she’s released since earlier.

There’s a faint crack and I catch the tip of a pencil flying out of my field of vision, followed by a throaty moan.

“You doing good?” I inquire, my question somewhat muffled.

“Great!” she yells back. “Never been better...”

Grinning to myself, I tickle Mari’s adorable slit repeatedly, staying outside for now. She sighs and whimpers under her breath, occasionally scratching at the paper with a new pencil. I rain affectionate kisses on her lower lips as they heat up even more.

Unexpectedly, another pencil rolls off the edge of the desk and clutters to the ground next to me. It seems to be the very pencil she has just employed in her artistic pursuits because the characteristic noise disappears. Since we can’t have that, I reach for it and stand up to return it to the owner.

She turns around... and accidentally knocks it out of my fingers, staring right into my eyes. Her cheeks tinged with red, she leans forward to bring it back, but loses her balance and grabs my belt. My lower garments go down alongside her, and she just so happens to catch my bobbing cock with her mouth, which plunges into the comfortable warmth eagerly.

If it hasn’t been obvious before that none of that is an accident, it becomes clear when Mari doesn’t immediately pull away but instead swirls her tongue around the tip and sucks softly. I observe her try to hunch more, taking my dick deeper into her lips, struggling to grasp the pencil from the floor. For a brief moment, she forces it into her throat with a few bobs, grabs the naughty utensil, and straightens up.

“Got it.” She licks her lips while showing me the pencil, her face even rosier than before. “It won’t happen again.”

Casting one more glance at my cock, she quickly spins around and returns to her previous position, definitely pushing her feminine mound out further than before. Rolling my eyes, I also bring myself back to my previous level and reunite with the fragrant slit.

Then, I push my tongue inside as far as I can.

“Ahnnn!” My innocent seamstress cries out openly, the weight of her pert bottom suddenly pressing into my face. “Mhmmm! Mhmmm! Mhmmm!”

I drill her hot insides in search of the best spots while she rides my mouth with small, jerky movements. The drawing momentarily forgotten, Marianna gives in to the pleasure her lower half is experiencing. I lick with all I’ve got, spreading her slit with my fingers now, often flicking her shy nub for even more ecstasy.

It doesn’t take long before her moans turn louder and Mari grabs the edge of the table firmly, shoving her pussy to the back hard.

“Ahnnnnnnnnnnn!” Her melodic voice reverberates through the room as she climaxes.

Supporting her weight with my mouth and chin, I delicately smother her with more caresses, watching her legs tremble for a while. More of her nectar drips all over my lips and face, proof of how good she felt just now. Holding onto her juicy hips, I stand up and peer over her shoulder.

I think I can hear a door opening behind us, but we are flying down the steps already, barely not tripping with how fast she runs on her short legs. Beastkin are damn athletic. Especially those with my buffs.

We find ourselves in the kitchen, where one of the usual cooks is playing around with ingredients. After greeting the kind lady with some kisses, she makes us a quick treat while Hari settles in my lap, pushing her head into my palm for ear scritches. We receive the complex bread rolls and stuff ourselves with them.

About midway through our snack, her ear escapes my palm and flicks a few times. As I’m raising a brow at its funny behaviour, she throws her food aside and yanks me off the chair.

“I lied! I can’t bear it any longer!” Hari whimpers and pulls me with her, reaching for the thick metal door.

“Wait. That’s the—”

I’m shoved inside, the massive gate locked in a flash, my captor turning around and looking up at me desperately and pleadingly.

“—freezer...” I finish my sentence.

Hari jumps at me, clawing at my pants. “I really like when your genitals pump my pussy in a frosty breeze, Alpha... Please...”

Blinking at the begging catgirl, I then snort and help her out. But, this one is a real quickie, nothing more. She gets her ass pounded into the nearby shelf while biting into my shoulder to mute her elated cries. I don’t want her to catch a cold or anything. But, she’s been a patient and well-behaved feline for a good while so I indulge the trickster a little.

When we are done, Hari shivers a bit, and I bet it’s not all from the hearty coupling. I turn to the door, catching the hints of some kind of conversation taking place in the kitchen. The voices are muffled, but they still feel recognisable, though one of them doesn’t—

~Alpha. Can you send me back?~ Astrea’s voice echoes in my head.

I freeze.

No pun intended.

~Right now?~ I ask.

~Yes. A meeting. Important. Don’t want to miss it. Is it a problem?~ My mate purrs questioningly.

~No. No problem. Take care of Hari for me. She roped me into getting frisky... in the freezer.~ I chuckle to myself.

~I will, Alpha. Was it pleasant?~ she wonders out loud.

~Unique, that’s for sure. I’m sending you back now. Thank you so much for your help. I might bother you later to grab the finished clothes,~ I add and wave at the scheming kitty next to me.

There’s a pull, a flash of darkness, and I’m back outside the Dwarf city.

“Woaahhh!” I wave my arms to the sides, quickly catching my balance.

It turns out that I’ve landed atop Diana, who angles her canine head to look at me weirdly.

Seems like I didn’t have to worry about her and Astrea being at each other’s throats. If the big bad wolf let her sleep on her back, everything was more than fine. I could have used a warning, though.

“Sorry, girl. Continue your nap.” I fluff her fur and hop off.

“You are back, Master.” Sirgia greets me from the entrance and I smile at her.

“Yep. A bit earlier than planned, but I got the most important matter done. How are things here?” I move closer to peck her adorable cheek.

“The reconstruction of the lobby and the workshop is finished. They will come back tomorrow to make any necessary corrections and renovations to the second level, which is going to be a living floor as we have agreed. I was showing Mevana some of my schematics and introducing her to the craft,” she explains kindly.

“Got it. Anything for me to do?” I set my fists on my hips and peer inside.

“Actually, I thought we could try reaching out to my family. Mevana is practising so we have a few free hours before it gets dark. What do you think, Master?” Sirgia studies my face a tad hesitantly.

“If you think you are ready, you have my full support.” I extend a hand towards her and she takes it with a lovely smile.

We wake up Diana, this time intentionally, and ask her to give us a paw with transport. My loyal companion doesn’t hesitate to invite us onto her back and we strut through the city together. Some intrigued and fearful gazes are directed our way, but it seems like the rumours have already spread. I should expect Diana to become a local attraction soon. Hopefully, it won’t attract unwanted attention from the law enforcement.

For now, no one bothers us as Sirgia guides Diana towards our destination. It’s my first time going deeper into the city so I take in the fairly modern-looking metropolis as we move. Modern for this world’s standards, of course.

That means perfectly smooth and polished buildings that seem to be constructed with the use of very precise tools. The closer to the centre we get, the more regular they become. It’s easy to spot which district was first as it has the best possible planning. Not that the other ones are much more chaotic, everything is fairly structural, but you can see the difference clearly.

We pass the main square, or one of them, as Sirgia explains that there are multiple due to the number of people living here, and continue in the opposite direction to our new shop. Mev’s store couldn’t have been placed further from Sirgia’s family mansion. But, I’m not that shocked. Noble and renowned households must have their own section of the city.

And that gets confirmed when we ride by numerous residences of various styles. Each lineage clearly tries to make itself distinct from its neighbours. Thanks to that, there are barely any similar-looking buildings here. From colours, through styles, to design and arrangement, everything tries to be unique.

Then, we leave these and find ourselves in front of a tall defensive wall, which definitely isn’t the one protecting the city from outside threats.

“I think I remember you saying something about a mansion...” I gape at the structure and the massive buildings poking past it. “That is a motherfucking fortress if I’ve ever seen one...”

Sirgia lets out an anxious giggle, and I hug her softly from behind. This definitely isn’t easy for her but she puts a brave front nonetheless.

“Thank you, Master. I need you to try and let me speak first. If you can, of course. I’m not ordering you or forbidding you. Whatever happens, happens.” She sighs and squeezes my hand.

“It’s all you for as long as you wish. But, even if I keep silent now, they’ll get triple the earful later if I see anyone treating you badly,” I emphasise.

“Acceptable.” She nods with an appreciative smirk.

Our ride approaches an open gate with two guards on the sides. They are wearing fancy silver armour with helmets that extend quite high, like those funny hats the Brits use for their sentries but made of metal. Interesting.

They watch the wolf warily, unsure what’s happening. Jumping to the ground, I help Sirgia down and keep my hand on Diana’s harness. My wife steps forward to meet them.

“Sirgia Forgegraver, returning from artisanal pilgrimage to report back with the family,” she announces.

“Plaque,” the left man states dryly.

“Lost during an attack on the sea,” Sirgia replies. “I request the right to be tested.”

The other guy sneers at the first part. “Couldn’t keep their heads on if they weren’t attached...”

He unsheathes a dagger, making me tense up. She doesn’t react, though, so this must be a standard procedure. To prove me right, they meet in the middle and the guard nonchalantly slices the back of her hand. Holding the knife up, they both wait. After a moment, it begins to vibrate and hum.

“Parentage verified,” he announces, wiping it on her sleeve and sheathing it back. “You can enter. Might not leave again, though. Brats...”

“What’s with the Human?” his colleague asks when they reunite, glaring at me openly.

“My benefactor.” Sirgia gives me a small bow. “One of the most skilled mercenaries from the Human Kingdom. No allegiances or discrimination. His abilities are sought after even by the Human King himself. I’d advise the word of that reaches the Chief Officer.”

Their eyes widen, seemingly trusting her words. Perhaps as much as they give each other shit, there are things that they can take for granted from their own people, like being honest about some stuff.

“Will we have a problem with that thing?” The first guy points his hammer at Diana.

Sirgia gives me a barely noticeable nod.

“None that she starts,” I respond, brushing my furry friend’s fierce snout.

They share a look and move further aside. Thanking the men, I walk inside alongside my brave mate. More of the compound is revealed to us immediately. I’ve seen only bits of it from outside. This place is massive, consisting of multiple castle-like structures. Some are connected, some aren’t. It’s a city inside a city, I would say. If this is how an outer branch of the family lives, I wonder what the main one can offer.

“The easiest part is behind us.” Sirgia takes a slow breath. “The real thing starts now.”

Stepping closer to heal up the cut on her skin, I give her a reassuring grin. “They have no idea what’s coming for them.”

A revolution, that’s what.