Cedric almost spit out his most recent imbibe of the sugary alcohol. He was fucked.

"Oh, don't worry babe, I'm just a servant. A noble servant, but still just a servant."

"R-right." Cedric stammered, but thanks to his recent drinking he was able to keep his composure - in fact he felt a little too confident. A side effect of liquid courage.

"And you're a slave of House Kilik, hmm? Are you a breeder? Judging by your response to my advances, I imagine not."

Tressa was seductive, and intelligent. Cedric was completely in foreign territory here, if for whatever reason Faring had gone to search for him - she must be terribly worried by now.

"No, not a breeder..." The words stung to say, but the blissful narcotic effect of alcohol kept him in check - mostly. He couldn't help but notice he was heating up again, being so close to Tressa's body.

"A laborer?"

"Not really."

"So you're not a breeder, not a laborer, and you're most certainly not a butler. What would you call yourself?"

Cedric mused for a moment, and there was really only one word he could use to accurately describe his status. He needed to tread very carefully, he was dealing with House Rax now. Granted she was a servant of House Rax, but of House Rax nonetheless.

"A travel companion."

"A slave as a travel companion? My, you're just so full of surprises aren't you? You can tell the truth, you know. After all, I did get you out of that awful situation didn't I?"

Cedric failed to hide his curiosity, he was failing the mind game even now.

"You don't know what a companion is?"

He shook his head.

"Ah, well. Companions are legal sex workers babe, travel companions take care of the sexual needs of their cohorts - you're most certainly not a companion."

"Uh, travel friend I guess?"

"Mmm, that's a bit more believable. It sounds to me like you don't know what you'd be considered."

His silence gauged everything she needed to know.

"To think I hit on a virgin! How silly of me."

She gingerly sipped her drink. Cedric felt assaulted, every twist and turn was met with non-existant resistance. Tressa was obliterating him, and he felt so asanine for letting himself get dragged into this situation in the first place.

"Hm, well. Here we are now - nice and comfortable."

"I suppose we are."

"You know, now that we're by ourselves without prying eyes - my offer still stands."

He gazed into her glowing, yellow orbs.

"Your offer?"

She traced a claw up and down his arm, and gingerly removed his mask, placing a pliable kiss on his lips.

"To make our previous encounter more enjoyable? To be honest, I haven't actually been with a male in a long time."

He rubbed her soft scales, heat rising out of control - saturating his mind with a lustful haze. He needed to resist, he HAD to resist!

Again, Cedric turned away from her advances. Explaining why a virgin wasn't interested in sex with a beautiful (albeit draconic) woman was going to take a significant amount of tact. It did feel good though... Really good.

"Tressa, I-"

She cocked her scaled head and stared deeply into his hazel orbs.

"Is it too awkward? That's a normal feeling, you know."

"I can't breathe without the mask.", he sputtered.

"Oh! I'm sorry babe, I thought it was some kind of medication. Here you go."

She swiftly turned around and sat on his lap, she was surprisingly light. Tressa gently placed his mask back on his face, but not without charging him an extra second of his lips.

"Can't breathe without the mask?"

She gingerly began to stroke his rising bulge. Once again, Cedric was losing his composure. His willpower had once again began to fail.

"N-no."

"Oh. So it is medication?"

"N-not quite. Mgh."

"Lift up just a little."

He obeyed, and she promptly popped his mast out of his waistband - followed by pulling his silk shorts to the floor, and throwing them to the side. She slowly and sensually rubbed him up and down. Cedric completely lost his self control, falling for the seduction of the voluptuous draconic vixen. His mind was no longer in a reasonable state, falling for his instinctual whims to spread his seed.

"So." She whispered in his ear.

"If it's not medication." She continued her dexterous movements, leaving not a bit of skin un-caressed.

"Then, what is it babe?"

"O-Oxygen." Cedric moaned.

"Isn't that... Poisonous?" Tressa continued her assault on Cedric's member, and by extension his body.

"N-Not to me."

"Oh, I see. It won't be much longer now." She raised herself off his lap, and unclasped her bikini - painting Cedric's eyes with her naked form, no longer protected by his imagination of what it may look like. To his surprise, it was interestingly mammalian. Small pecks lay atop her pert breasts in full display, micro-scales protecting the tender body parts. Her vagina at a glance, was more like a slit - protected similarly as her breasts - tender scales protected the vital area, like scale mail. Slowly, and deliberately - she began to ease down onto him, once again ready to mount. Cedric quickly grabbed her breasts, they were the closest body part to him that may cause enough of a reaction to make her stop.

"Wait, that's-"

"Too soon?"

"Yeah..." He rasped.

She pondered for a moment, and smiled with her surprisingly pliable lips.

"In that case."

Instead of mounting him, she slithered down, ensuring that as much of her body caressed his member as possible during her descent. She licked his tip, and gingerly wrapped her hand around his cock. Expectantly, she once again stared into his hazel eyes with her slited, glowing golden orbs.

"I can just do this instead. But before I do, can I ask you just a couple teeny more questions?"

Turned on beyond a reasonable mindset, he nodded - embracing the soft scales of her hands and the wetness of her forked tongue.

"Are you... Upgraded?" She slowly lapped her tongue from his base, to his tip - the unique anatomy of her forked tongue allowed her to embrace his cock with unique dexterity, up and down - up and down. Cedric shuddered.

"Upgraded?.." He moaned.

"You're a big, strong, primate right?" Another lick.

"Technically."

"Technically?" Another lick.

"Homo Sapien." He barely managed to whisper. His answer was rewarded with another embrace of Tressa's tongue.

"So, you're not genetically modified?" She whispered.

"N-no, why?"

"I have to ask babe, it's just - you're so big." The caressing of her tongue halted, as she moved onto the next phase of her sultry plan.

"One more question."

"Yeah?"

"What are you to House Kilik?"

"What?"

She rubbed his cock just a little, to keep him going while she rested her forked tongue.

"You couldn't answer earlier, how about now?"

Without thinking, he answered her question.

"An... Asset?"

Tressa revealed a satisfied smile.

"Good boy."

She gently engulfed his cock in her maw, intending on bringing the experience to a close. Rise and fall, the rhythmic movement of her head was slow, yet incredibly effective. Cedric felt every bit of wetness, every crevice, every facet of her inviting mouth. She aided the experience with her tongue, wrapping around and teasing the most sensitive parts of his dick. Cedric began to shudder, it was clear he was on the edge of his heat. Tressa then, stopped.

"Ready?"

"Y-yeah, I'm so close."

"Okay then, one more question."

Cedric was exasperated, but remained silent. Tressa took this as a sign to proceed.

"How much do you think you're worth? How do you feel right now?"

"Like worth more than a million credits." he chuckled in lust.

Another seductive smile.

"Good boy."

This time, Tressa spared no speed or movement. She once again engulfed his cock, tongue squeezing his manhood as it matched the bob of her head, up and down. Up and down, closing tight around the soon-to-be spent Cedric. Climax.

"Ah~" Cedric let go, his semen coating the inside of Tressa's maw. One, two, three strong streams of semen erupted from his dick, until finally settling down in post. He breathed deeply and slowly, as his body began its recovery process of blowing its load. Tressa, not to be quite finished just yet, wrapped her draconic mouth tight around his spent member and pulled upward - tickling his cumslit with her forked tongue as she rose - effectively cleaning up her hard work. She spent a few short moments cleaning him up with her mouth, before resting herself by his side, and wrapping him in a scaled embrace.

"How was it?"

"That was... Great."

Tressa smiled, "I certainly hope so. I'll bet you're so tired after that nice long soak and my tender love and care." She stroked his dick with her hand, causing it to jolt in protest.

"How about we get some sleep? My bed has enough space for the both of us."

"I... I need to get back."

"Oh? get back to where?"

"The penthouse." he breathed.

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"Oh I see! Think you can make it? After all you DID drink a bit, babe."

Looking around, Cedric noticed the world spinning just a little bit too much, he was clearly drunk - but not smashed, he could make it.

"Yeah, I can make it."

"Might wanna grab those first before you go, hun."

"Huh?"

He looked down at his bared manhood, the world spinning in protest.

"Oh, right."

He stumbled to his discarded silk shorts and boots, putting them back on as quick as he could despite the spinning. He felt nauseous.

"Tressa, how strong was that drink?" He hiccupped.

"Fifty percent." She cooed.

"Oh."

Cedric stumbled to the door, and supported his weight with the door frame.

"You sure you can make it, big guy?"

A clawed hand rested on his back. This was his way out, he had to take it.

"Yeah, positive." He hiccupped again.

"Mmk, don't forget me, okay?" She planted a kiss on his cheek and opened the door for him.

"Don't plan to." Cedric struggled to say.

He stumbled out, and made his way right - where he vaguely remembered they came from to get here. he rocked to and fro, the world spinning in protest to his every careful move. Cedric quickly shuffled through his trunks, letting go a sigh of relief as he not only found the elevator - but felt his chipkey on his person. Entering the elevator, Cedric looked for the buttons that would take him to the penthouse, only to realize it wasn't an option. At first he was confused, then remembered he needed to actually take the central elevator to get there. He punched in the lowest combination of numbers, zero-zero-one. Sure enough, a quick ride later and he was back in the lobby.

His condition was worsening, and he needed to get to the penthouse ASAP. Clearly, he was far more drunk than he realized. If he could just make it to the penthouse, he'd be fine - Faring would take care of him. Cedric shuffled best as he could to the central elevator, but each step grew more difficult - step, spin, nausea. Step, spin, nausea. Step, spin, nausea. Finally, he reached the door and unintentionally slapped the call button, waiting desperately for the elevator to arrive. Every agonizing second drew him closer to unconsciousness, he could feel it. So tired, he could just sleep right here. Nobody would mind right? Sleep now, and avoid throwing up in the morning. Maybe he should, they'd just find him. A feathery feeling invaded his shoulder, causing him to jolt his head in the direction - swearing with every bit of willpower to not vomit.

"Would you like assistance, sir?"

It was the barn owl butler, a godsend.

"Please. Penthouse."

He simply nodded, and held out his wing for Cedric to hold onto.

"Careful, I'm heavy. I don't want to break you."

Break him? What sane human being says that!

The butler nodded, "It is quite fine sir. Please step forward."

"Yeah, yeah."

Cedric stumbled forward, careful plotting steps ensured he would not slip and possibly crush the fragile Korellei now attempting to support his stature.

"Your chipkey, sir."

Cedric nodded, and produced the chipkey from his pocket and handed it to the owl, who was slightly confused at the gesture. The Korellei simply accepted the offer and swiped it over the console, punching in five-hundred on the controls. He then handed it back to Cedric, who barely managed to stuff it back into his pocket. It DID go into his pocket, right?

More agonizing seconds, and a ding signaled their arrival. The butler called out into the empty living area.

"Mrs. Faring?"

"One moment!"

Ah, such a familiar voice. He was safe now, he thought. He needed just one little look before he took a nap. The floor looked comfortable, some of it was carpet after all.

"What seems to be the-" "Goddess, Cedric?! What the hell happened?"

Apologetically, the butler responded, "He appears to be heavily inebriated, Ms. Faring."

Cedric gazed longingly into Faring's brown orbs, "Faring. So nice to see you, your face is so nice to see." Cedric could tell he had been slurring his words, but didn't know the extent. He was safe now, maybe he'd take a little nap. Take a little nap he did, as he relieved himself of the butler's grasp and laid down on the strangely hard floor, it didn't feel like carpet. Oh well, it was cool and he was hot. It worked.

Cedric's first feeling upon waking was the throbbing in his skull. Why was it so bright? The light from behind his eyelids aggravated his headache. Feeling around, he felt some fur - then something soft - like a blanket. Perfect. He turned and covered his face in between what he assumed was two, soft pillows. The darkness provided by the action gave his disgruntled eyes some much needed shadow, which in turn also eased the pounding in his head. "Better." He whispered through a dry mouth.

"Mnh?"

He heard a familiar voice. A female? It didn't sound like Tressa...

"Cedric?"

"What..."

"Cedric..."

"Whaaat?.." He groaned.

"You put your face in between my breasts."

"Oh, shit - sorry!"

With as much speed as he could muster, he flipped to the side - burying his head in what he was certain a pillow this time. Wait, pillow? Shouldn't he be on the floor? Groggily, Cedric lifted his head from the soft cushion.

"Ah! The light!, fuck."

Cedric covered his eyes with his arm in a desperate attempt to block out the sunlight not doubt touching every facet of the bedroom they were in.

"Ok, ok. Hold on."

Cedric heard some shifting, and the sound of cloth moving as the light blissfully no longer covered his sight, a soft chime signaled to his side, making the room even darker. The lamp, or similar - no doubt.

"Better?"

"Better."

Cedric turned and rose from the bed, his long hair touching his face - he felt coldish, he looked down and saw his clothing had been removed save for a pair of briefs. He shifted his head towards faring, she was wearing a quaint blue sleeping lingerie.

"Did you?.."

"With help, yes. You threw up all over yourself."

"I did?"

"Yes."

Unsurprisingly, faring was very displeased.

"You had... Stuff, on your man parts too."

"You saw them?"

"Had to, you weren't wearing underwear."

Cedric scratched his head groggily.

"Wearing swim trunks, I guess I didn't huh."

Faring's eyes narrowed.

"This isn't a joke Cedric."

"I don't ask as a joke, I meant-"

"I don't CARE what you intended, do you even remember what happened?"

With great difficulty, Cedric remembered what he could of the previous night.

"Most of it, yeah."

"Great, then maybe you can enlighten me on what the HELL YOU WERE THINKING?"

Cedric hadn't known Faring for long, but he did know that she wasn't normally privy to such an outburst.

"I wasn't..."

"No... NO SHIT YOU WEREN'T. "

Language now, Cedric didn't want to reply. That alone told him everything he needed to know about how bad he fucked up. Cedric met her gaze, now beginning to water as a result of tears that started to well within it. He looked away, he couldn't face her - especially now.

"LOOK AT ME, YOU COWARD."

Cedric jolted, and swung around to face her proper, speechless.

"Tell. Me. What. The. Fuck. HAPPENED CEDRIC."

She was practically screaming.

"Faring..."

She caught herself and covered her muzzle, "I-I didn't mean-"

She rushed outside the room. With difficulty, Cedric quickly followed. This needed to be settled, and now.

"Faring, don't leave!"

"What, I didn't plan to!"

She was incredibly fast, already being at the kitchen island counter and leaning her weight on it.

"Sorry, I just assumed."

Faring closed her eyes, and let out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm not... I'm not leaving Cedric... I was mean, and that was wrong, but I just - Goddess I was just so worried!" She sniffled, and wiped her muzzle.

Cedric stopped between the kitchen space he resided in and the living area, sunlight shown the white-washed plating of Saint Amelìon's main city and coated the penthouse in its glow - the light at this point didn't even bother him, it paled in comparison to this.

"I'm sorry Faring, it won't happen again..."

Faring sniffed again, "No it won't, and even if it did I won't be there to help you next time."

Confused, Cedric started, "What? What do you mean?"

"House Rax tripled their offer."

"What?"

"Cedric... The original asking price for you was about a million, now it's three million."

"I mean, sure that's a lot but -"

"Cedric, please. I've already talked to my parents. They're going to accept the offer."

"What?!"

Faring turned around to face Cedric, and her muzzle was positively soaked in tears - and the stream didn't stop.

"T-They're going to sell you Cedric, they're going to take you away from me." Faring could barely manage to talk straight, her speech was impeded by her sorrow. She rushed to him, and embraced him as best she could - sliding down to her knees as she did so, tears soaking Cedric's skin. All he could do was sit down on the floor, and let her cry comfortably. After a long while, she found the strength to speak once more. She looked up, and ran her paws through his haired chest - another side effect of his aging. He was a relatively hair guy in general, after all - it was no surprise.

"Cedric..."

"Yeah?"

"It's..." She sniffled, "Not my place to tell you who to mate with or engage with, but."

"Is that what you're worried about? I'm still a virgin, don't worry."

"Is that so?" She giggled, "I am too, but the evidence..."

"Blowjob."

"What?"

"Blowjob, that's what she gave me..."

"Who?"

"This, what is the correct term... Reptilia woman - I was soaking in the hot tub, I had fallen asleep and it was getting towards midnight. I was soaking in the Reptilia section, so that's what caught her interest."

Faring rose just a bit, and Cedric gently pet her head like he would a dog unintentionally, about to continue - until he was interrupted.

"What are you doing?"

"What? Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I'll stop."

"No no, keep going - both. What happened too. But, what ARE you doing?"

"Petting."

"Petting?"

"Yeah it's... Well back in my time if you owned a dog or cat-"

She raised a brow.

"Not derogatory, I promise. That was just the common term for them."

"I guess I'll let it slide this time."

He chuckled, at least she was sobbing a river anymore.

"Well, they were seen as family. If you were sad or upset, or bored or just... There with them. You'd pet them, run your hands through their fur - their head, their little paws - their bellies..."

Faring sniffled again, and wiped her eyes - curling Cedric's chest hair.

"They seemed to like it."

Faring responded, "I like it too."

He smiled, "I do too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, love it when someone pets me. Feels good, especially if scratching an itch."

She giggled, then started to pet Cedric on his head - ruffling her paws through his hair and scratching here and there. To make it easier, and laid on his back and closed his eyes, letting her work. it was comforting, and felt good.

Faring straightened up and adjusted Cedric's head on her furry lap, gently thumbing through his hair with her paws.

"So, what happened last night?"

Cedric let go of a compacted sigh, lifting his mask just a little bit to let the air flow - so to speak.

"I hate this thing."

"The mask?"

"Yeah."

"It's the only thing keeping you alive."

"Yeah, and I hate it. You have any idea how easy it'd be to rip off my face, and kill me?"

Solemnly, she nodded. "Yeah."

Another sigh escaped Cedric's lips.

"About last night..."

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, you'll be gone in a week and a half or so anyways, right?" Her eyes began to well again, Cedric reached up and caressed her long muzzle.

"I deserve it, the price hike is my fault."

Faring held his hand in place, a look of shock replaced her tears.

"How? You had nothing to do with it. They just made the offer."

"When I fucked up Faring, I fucked up BAD. I... Was seduced by that woman. I hate myself for it."

Seriousness replaced her shock. "Cedric, you NEED to tell me what happened."

"I know, I know. I was in the hot tub, and she slid in next to me."

"Okay?"

"We got to talking, she was wearing this really skimpy bikini. I thought that's just how she did things."

"Right..." A look of concern now crossed her face, with worry in particular making itself distinct.

"She asked me where I stayed at, and what I did as a slave of House Kilik. Naturally, I didn't really tell her anything."

Faring nodded.

"Then, she started getting really close. She... I remember she rejected another Reptilia that was trying to hit on her, said he wasn't rich enough to even try - more or less."

"A male?"

"Yeah."

"That's strange, it should be the other way around."

"She mentioned that too, but the guy was drunk so." He shrugged.

"Then what?"

"Well, I caught onto her - I pretty much told her that her seduction wouldn't work on me. Then she said that was just her being herself, to make an example of herself actually trying she more or less got really close to me, I could feel her whole body."

Cedric felt his body heat rising, remembering the intense moment.

"Okay..." She replied questioningly.

"I told her I concede, then she offered... Well, in a more tact way to have sex with her - but we were in the hottub with others, and they were all looking at me and-" He shook his head.

"Then?"

"Well, I had a panic attack."

"A panic attack?"

"Yeah, lost my composure - then I started thinking about how my actions would reflect you and your house, and..." He hated remembering the entire exchange, it was a grand failure on his part - a grand failure that he intended not to repeat, "I just kind of... Down spiraled - she offered me a way out, wanted me to follow her - so I did."

Faring now bore a solemn look, not stopping her movements guiding her hands through his hair.

"Oh, Cedric..."

He shrugged, what else was there to say?

"Well, I don't remember much of the journey but she took me to her suite, three-fifty-eight I think? She gave me some water, told me to calm down, then offered me a drink to help - which I took."

Faring nodded, urging him to continue.

"She said her name was Tressa, the alcohol helped to calm me down. But, more importantly, she said she was a servant of House Rax."

Faring cocked her furred head, "Tressa? I'm not familiar, but one thing doesn't make sense."

"Hm?"

"House Rax doesn't have servants, they use slaves for everything. You said she was a Reptilia woman, what did she look like?"

"Uh, red scales. Tan scales on her underbelly, and... Golden eyes, with slitted pupils. Trust me, I won't forget her anytime soon. She-" Faring cut him off, her eyes wide.

"Cedric... Are you SURE that's what she looked like?"

"Well, she kind of gave me a blowjob... That's hard to forget."

"GODDESS Cedric, you are an IDIOT." Faring hid her face in her paws.

"What? Did I do something wrong? Aside from the obvious..."

"It's not what you did, it's WHO you did!"

"We didn't do anything though."

"That doesn't matter idiot, that sounds like Countess Essla."

"Countess... Essla?"

"Yes! Goddess... Cedric I can't save you."

"I don't understand, who's Countess Essla?"

"She's one of the big shots of House Von Strauss!"

Cedric was thoroughly confused, "She said she was part of House Rax."

"Of COURSE she did idiot, goddess you played right into her claws... What did... You two talk about during your, ah, exchange?"

"Well, that's where the fuck up happened. She asked me about my mask, what I thought I was to House Kilik, how much I was worth, and... Yeah..."

"Goddess Cedric... And your response?"

"Well, I told her it was oxygen, that I felt like an asset, that I felt worth more than a million credits... I was VERY horny and VERY drunk, and while a contributor to my lack of self-control I know it's no excuse - this fuck up is my own..."

"It really is, you idiot." She resumed grooming through his hair, heaving a sigh.

"All this information we wanted to keep secret, and you just... Told her everything, just because she wanted to mate?"

"I- Yeah, I guess that's the plain and dry of it."

Another sigh erupted from her chops, at a loss as to what to do next. Cedric was the first to speak again, "So... I guess that's it. What now?"

Gazing into his hazel eyes, Faring looked deeply with her own bright, brown pinpoint orbs, "Nothing Cedric, we do nothing. I was bawling my eyes on that holocall you know, begging my parents not to sell you - I tried to tell them how important you were to me. I guess though, when it came down to it - three million was just too good an offer..."

"I'm sorry, Faring..."

Another sniffle, and another wipe. "I know Cedric, I know..." her eyes began to well again, and she fought them back with vigor. Cedric attempted to change the subject, somewhat - "How much time do we have left?"

"About a week."

"Until your parents get here?"

"Until the meeting."

A large knock resounded against the penthouse door, now more aware - Cedric realized he still bore the collar of House Kilik. It was awkward and disparaging at first, but now it gave him a sort of comfort. Like wearing a necklace for a long period of time that you'd had grown accustomed to.

"I'll get it." Faring simply nodded, and Cedric rose from his spot - feeling physically better, but emotionally much worse. He was already exhausted. Without a second thought, he opened the door. Before him was a tall Korellei woman that looked very similar to Faring, a black and white australian shephard by the looks of her, with some splotches of tan here and there. She had a modest body, draped in an elegant silk black gown adorned with silver circular designing - a pearl necklace rested on her neck - most notably was her height, she was barely a foot shorter than Cedric - very tall for a Korellei, almost unnaturally so. A quick up and down hinted at her secret, tall stilettos secured her paws and aided her height. Cedric, immediately realizing he was practically naked, flushed with embarrassment.

She gazed at him up and down, absorbing every facet of his body and structure with a scrutinizing gaze, her brown pinpoint eyes were narrowed and studious.

"Ah, you must be Cedric. Is my daughter Faring present?"

Cedric's jaw dropped.