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The Noblewoman's Debts

for SaltirePhoenix

by Draconicon

Henry barely attracted attention as he walked through the streets of Orlan, the capital city of Falina's theocracy. The bat's simple tabard might have proclaimed him to be a member of Falina's church, but that meant nothing in a land where you either stood within the nobility, the church, or the Labor Force. If one did not settle among those three ranks, they were effectively among the criminal classes, and those did not dare show their face in the light of day.

Nonetheless, Henry idly imagined what sort of stares he'd get if he had succeeded in his application for paladin-hood five years ago. The young bat shook his head; the time for that was past, and there wasn't a chance of getting it back. Once the church decided that someone didn't meet their standards for one role, they refused to consider the failure for the same role again.

I still think I'd make a pretty good paladin, Henry thought to himself. I mean, I might not be as tall as some of the bear knights that they have, but...I have the attention to detail that a paladin needs.

He plucked at the green tabard across his chest with his free hand, looking at the glowing candlelight stitched into the right breast for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. No point in thinking too hard about it anymore; the church had made its decision, and in all honesty, he should be thankful that they still allowed him to serve as an accountant. It was still a way of rooting out corruption and evil, even if it was done with pen and ink rather than with sword and faith.

The bat stopped at the edge of one street corner, allowing a carriage to pass by as he glanced down the road. The rounded domes of the many churches and libraries dedicated to Falina's worship dominated the street, broken up only by rather tall, narrow buildings that served as the homes for the privileged nobility that had donated to see such structures built. They were allowed to make their homes among the church-rows, looking down on those that they had helped raise up...so long as they continued to pay their taxes to the church.

Which was where he came in, as a matter of fact.

Henry fiddled with one pocket, pulling out a scrap of parchment. After double-checking the address written on the sheet, he counted down the houses on the street and nodded to himself.

"Lady Priscilla, I hope that you're well," he muttered under his breath, already practicing whatever speech he'd have to give before he was allowed into her home. "I'm sorry to bother you - no, no, not like that. A little more assertive, a little more...Yes. 'I'm afraid that I'm here on church business.' Yes, that's better, isn't it?"

The gray-furred bat nodded to himself, adjusting the tabard again to try and make it lie better against his shoulders and the tips of his wings. The whole thing wasn't the most comfortable, but he had to wear it; otherwise, he just had the peasant tunic and boots to his name, and the tabard was really the only thing that made him stand out as something more than a commoner. With some noblewoman dodging taxes - at least, as far as he had been told - it was important that he at least look like some proper official rather than someone that had no right to be on her street.

He paused at the crystal steps that led up from the cobblestone road, shaking his head. One more sign of the wealth that nobility still retained, despite the rise of Falina's followers in the realm. The monarchy had stepped aside for the theocracy nearly three generations ago, but the theocracy still hadn't quite stripped the nobles of their power of wealth. They were trying, and there were many noble families that had titles but none of that exorbitant power that they'd once had, but some had managed to find loophole after loophole in the laws of the theocracy.

Henry's job was to find those that were exploiting the loopholes and shut them down, for the sake of those that were going without. He planned to do just that.

The bat ascended the stairs, tucking his paperwork a little more firmly under his left arm, and raised his hand to knock on the door. He tapped it once before it opened, slowly and silently, upon -

Oh...my...

He managed not to stutter, and considering that he was faced with a panther woman that stood a full eight inches taller than him and was looking down with the sultriest silver eyes that he had ever seen, that was saying something. A lesser man - or someone that had come here for a more common purpose - likely would have been stuttering their way through a greeting. Not Henry. Not this time.

"...Lady Priscilla, I trust?" he asked.

"Yes...I believe that's who I was when I woke up this morning." The black-furred feline chuckled, the sound throaty and teasing, as if she had just tumbled out of bed with a plaything that was even then running out the back door. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of church company?"

"Ah, yes." Business. He could move on to that. As a matter of fact, he was rather thankful for the transition, considering he was fighting to keep his eyes from diving down the front of her low-cut, floor length dress. Clearing his throat, he pulled the folder of documents out from under his arm. "Church business, as you say. And taxes, at that."

"It was always such a shame that the church took over from the king with such things. You get to take tithes twice, now; once at service, once with taxes."

"The costs of keeping the country running, ma'am," Henry said, holding the documents in front of him with both hands. "A cost, it seems, that you've been failing to contribute to."

"Why, you think that I would not give if I had the means?" She chuckled, shaking her head, affecting a laugh that made those...rather generous...breasts bounce in her dress. He swore one almost popped its nipple out from behind the fabric. "Why, that would be committing -"

"Fraud. Yes, ma'am. And I've been sent to make sure that you are aware of the consequences, and to ensure that any payment that is owed is made."

"...Oh, my, aren't you a dedicated little church-bat?"

"Such is my life, ma'am."

"And such a boring life that must be."

Barely keeping himself from nodding in agreement, Henry gestured with the documents towards the interior of the manor. The panther smiled down at him, one finger tapping her chin consideringly, before finally stepping to the side and allowing him entry.

The inside of the manor was as lush as the four-story exterior suggested; the walls were paneled with polished wood interrupted by an alcove and either a painting, a bust, or a full statue every ten feet down the entry hall, and the hall itself spread out in many directions at multiple intersections. Henry let himself be led along, thankful for the candlelight that must have been lit by a small army of servants to cover such a vast interior with so little connection to the outside, shaking his head and tapping his fingers against the various pieces of parchment between his fingers.

"If you would guide me to the sitting room, Lady Prsiscilla?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Yes...this way..."

She took the lead, guiding him - left, left, right, left - through the maze of corridors and passageways. The smell of wood and smoke and fire was strong in the depths of the house, and the whole building felt warm. He wondered at that; there were few ways to heat these large, older houses, and he doubted that it was entirely done through honest labor.

Eventually, however, they came to the sitting room. The lady held the door open, leaning forward just enough for him to see down the front of her dress. There was little to hide her breasts; the lace that ran around the plunging neckline was all there was, and he was caught by surprise at the lack of any support within the garment for her body.

A bribe? he wondered as he stepped inside, walking to the guest side of a small desk that occupied the far end of the room. Surely not...

Unless the noblewoman was desperate, perhaps? He had heard tell of other nobles that had bribed church officials with the bodies of their servants, or even their own, in the case of those that had no preference for women. It was hardly something that he might have expected from someone of the Lady Priscilla's background, however.

That said...

...So long as it does not shake my judgment, to take a bribe is not against the rules, Henry decided. And I might be wrong. Don't overthink it too much.

He sat down, folding his hands over his lap, and the lady walked around him. She trailed a finger from the back of his neck down his shoulder, and the touch was enough to send a small shiver down his spine at the point of contact. If that wasn't a flirt -

Careful, careful.

She sat down on the other side of the desk, folding her hands on the wooden top and looking him in the eye. Her tail twitched from side to side behind her, and he could feel the contemplation in her stare. There was something...more than mere details there, more than the simple measurement of risk that he was used to seeing in those he met with. Some were intimidated, some were angry, and others still were more...intrigued, he supposed, by what they were going to be audited and examined for. He was used to all of those.

Not her. Lady Priscilla's silver eyes had a different tint to them. She was amused, if anything, and that was almost enough to throw him off.

"So, pray tell. What does the church think I'm guilty of?" she asked.

"Guilty of? Is that an admission that you are guilty of something, ma'am?"

"Hardly. It is more that I'm curious what they think that I could have done against their rules. It's hardly likely that I could do anything. After all, I never leave the house, and I have few enough servants for such a place as this. After all, have you seen one since your arrival?"

"...Not as of yet, ma'am," he admitted.

"There are few enough. Only three that live in these walls anymore, and only two more that come to visit a few times a week. The rest are gone, long gone, and I have to tend to myself. And it gets quite lonely with just my own company. Why, if I had the resources, do you think I'd leave it in such a state? Or myself so lacking in any entertainment, or any company that would bring me entertainment?"

There were a number of different things that he might have said to respond to that, but none of them seemed quite appropriate, particularly as he felt a soft pressure against the bottom of his leg. He didn't look down, didn't show any sign that he felt it, but as it crept up, he felt more details. Soft digits, curling, pulling at the cloth of his leggings -

Is she...

It was hard to believe that anything like this could be happening to him, but as he felt her toes slowly dragging up and down along his leg, he couldn't entirely dismiss the feeling. It didn't make it any easier to be looking at her as she leaned her head against her fist, looking him right in the eye, her gaze narrowed and teasing as her silver eyes seemed to shimmer and glimmer the longer that they held eye contact.

This is impossible.

And yet, her foot was still rising, going higher and higher against his leg. Soon, it was brushing against the inside of his knee, on the verge of sliding between his legs under his documents. The gray-furred bat flicked his wings, bumping the chair with them and making more than a small amount of noise.

"Ah. Excuse me, ma'am."

"No excuse necessary. Unless you plan to leave."

"I - you are...quite forward, ma'am."

"Evidently not forward enough, if you're not going to say something about what's going on." Lady Priscilla chuckled. "Perhaps we should cut to the chase, little church-bat. I have a few things that I'd like to keep to myself. A few expenditures, a few sacrifices of my income that the church would doubtlessly look a little less than favorably upon. In fact, I dare say that you would go running, if you are such a good little church-bat as you seem to be. But perhaps, just perhaps, there is the possibility of making a little deal with you."

That 'deal' was getting more and more explicit as her soft toes pushed further and further between his legs, eventually nudging right against the bulge building beneath his tabard. His cheeks burned as he felt her toes curl right then and there, several digits on either side of the tenting cloth and pushing down. Firmly. Very firmly.

"Perhaps, little church-bat -"

"Henry," he muttered.

"Oh? You have a name?" She chuckled. "How droll. Treating the little church-boys like people these days. How original."

"We have always -"

"I know, I know. Don't get all tense," the panther said, her toes stroking down with just enough pressure to leave him clenching his jaws together. Driven silent, he couldn't speak, particularly as she brought her other foot up, teasingly batting his bulge back and forth like one's pet cat might have done with a ball of yarn. "Now, let me make this clear to you. I don't plan on you ever having to go to someone else for pleasure. If you accept my little deal here, then I will see to it that you never have to see someone else for the rest of your life. And, in return, you make sure that all these annoying little numbers match up with your records...properly."

She was asking him to lie to the church. Not only lie, but to deliberately falsify whatever she was getting in return for mere pleasure. He opened his mouth -

"Ah!"

Only to feel her toes curl tighter around the tip, a hint of a claw just barely pushing through the fabric. Not enough to hurt him, but enough for him to feel it, for certain.

"Ah, ah. Careful. Consider your options here, little church-bat. I can be quite demanding with my desires...even though I'll be fulfilling yours just as well."

"Nnngh...I hardly...desire more than service to Falina and - ah!"

"Mmmm, no, no. We both know that's not quite accurate. And I can feel just how tempted you are. Why would you hold back, hmmm?"

"Because - ah..." He leaned forward, resting his hands against the desk as those talented toes continued to swish his cock back and forth inside his clothes. Henry gripped the edge of the desk, looking up at her with narrowed eyes. "Because...if you're this...this easy with it...then you're not...not just hiding money...M-magic, perhaps?"

And just like that, the teasing stopped. For the first time, the panther looked surprised, and Henry knew that he was right on the money. He pushed the chair back, trying to keep a bit of his dignity as he stood up. Having a brief moment to see those soft, talented, bare feet sliding back under the desk and the opportunity to see soles that were such a dark red that they were almost purple, he forced his eyes back up. He shuffled his tabard, cracking his neck from side to side as he crossed his arms behind his back.

"The church knows that I came here to examine your finances, Lady Priscilla. As of this moment, they believe that you might be hiding some stash of wealth, something that you wish to keep to yourself for whatever reasons that the nobility desires money. The fact that you are this willing to play...and combined with your...intense desires..." He shivered, feeling the warmth for what it was, now. It was something greater than fire in the walls; it was magic, magic forbidden by Falina and her teachings. "If you are willing to do this much, I can only imagine the many commandments and laws that you have already broken, and the many more that may be broken in the immediate future."

"...I underestimated you, little church-bat," the panther said.

"Many will."

"Oh, you think that you've won."

"...I have exposed you, and you can't just make me disappear."

"No, but I can give you reason to say what I want you to say. And that, little church-bat, will be as good as having you on my side to begin with."

"You can't -"

"Have you ever wondered what other things that magic gives its user?" Lady Priscilla asked, cocking her head to the side as she stood up from her desk. Her tail swayed as she traced a delicate finger along the top of her desk, drawing a line on it as she walked around its perimeter. "There's much that the church doesn't tell you, I imagine, but then again, I doubt that they know. They don't use it, after all."

"You -"

"Ah, ah. Let me finish. I let you get through your little speech, and you, little church-bat, will give me the same courtesy."

Henry couldn't deny that. He bobbed his head, standing a little straighter as she reached the edge of the desk. She stood profile to him, looking at the books on the wall.

"When you use magic enough, you begin to permeate the air with it. Your familiar spells become almost alive, waiting for the chance to activate, to be 'alive' as they can only be when used. They crave the chance to do what their caster wants, and over time, they almost learn to speak. They tell their caster things...and do you know what they're telling me right now?"

"...What?" Henry asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"They're telling me that you've been considering my offer even before I made it. There's a part of you that wants an excuse to be with me. There's a part of you that desperately craves seduction..."

She smiled, and his eyes dropped -

"And a part of me...that is very willing to do that very thing."

"Oh...Falina..."

For the first time, he noticed that her skirts had been pushed up. Not far, but far enough to make it clear that the Lady Priscilla wasn't quite fully female down there. Her skirts had bunched up around a bulge that was slightly larger than his own, made all the more noticeable by the way that the panther stood profile. She turned to face him properly, her skirts falling more fully over it, and he stared as she took a step toward him.

"There is no chance that you can reach the door before I stop you, so perhaps we should make a deal." She reached out, cupping his bulge with one hand, and using the other to slowly drag his hand to her chest. He groped her without thinking, and she moaned softly. "Mmmm, though I doubt that you need much in the way of enticement."

"...If you kill me -"

"There is no need to kill you, but in stopping you, I may hurt you, and that would truly be a waste." She chuckled. "So, instead, let us make a little wager with each other."

"...I'm listening."

Did he have any choice but to listen? She literally had him by the balls, even if he had her by the boobs. The panther looked down at him with her head tilted to the side, her teeth showing ever so slightly as she leaned in closer. Her free hand returned to his chin, tilting his head up to force him to keep looking her in the eye.

"You give me one hour. In that hour, I will show you what magic can do that the church cannot. I will give you something that you have never had, and in return, you honestly consider just what it means to serve the church...and what it would mean to serve someone like me."

"..."

"The church has its own rules. You're a good little church-bat; you must have figured it out by now. Once in your place, there is no advancement, no way upward. All you can do is the same thing, over, and over, and over until the day you die. The church will never let you go, and it will never let you rise. And I doubt that a little man like you will ever be entirely happy in such a life, wasting away under the weight of parchment and numbers and all the other things that they send with you to all those lawbreakers."

"...It is...doing a good thing..."

"Is it? Or did you have another dream...another dream that you've long-since been barred from...and now, you just do this to keep close to that impossible thing?"

It was like she was reading from the depths of his soul, and that terrified him. Not just the way that she was probably using magic to understand everything that he'd been feeling, but the way that she'd stripped away a number of the little lies that he'd told himself since being turned down as a paladin. Every little defense that he'd always used just felt insufficient now; this wasn't still doing good, it was just doing something that had to be done. It wasn't removing a threat, it was just enriching a bigger organization. The most that he was doing was contributing to the slow destruction of the noble class and empowering its replacement.

A replacement, he was starting to realize, might not ever let anyone reach its upper ranks without getting something in return.

"...And if...I decide against you?" he asked.

"Then I will have to decide how to handle you...but my bedroom does have a window, while nothing on the first floor has anything close."

In other words, there was a chance to run up there, while there was no chance of any such thing down here. He either submitted for a chance to run at the end of their little 'session,' or he tried to run now and more than likely would suffer an injury, and that was before Lady Priscilla might use some of her magics to twist him around, to bind him to her all the more tightly.

"What is it going to be, little church-bat?"

"...I agree."

#

He was the first one naked in her bedroom. He stood with his hands at his sides, blushing as the panther turned an hourglass over. The soft sands began to fall as she turned to face him.

"And now, the hour begins."

"What...first?" he asked.

"Mmm...first...let me look at you..."

She must have read more than his temptations; having those eyes on him, silver and gentle and sultry, was an entirely different experience. As the feline walked around him, looking him up and down, he did his best to just stare straight ahead. It didn't help that his dick was slowly rising up between his legs, pointing forward and -

"Mmmph!"

Her tail tickled him along his thighs, working along his sac and then up to his shaft. The little flick of her tail at the very end of his shaft made it bounce, flicking up and down as the panther woman leaned against his back. For all that she had a bulge further down, he could only feel her breasts against his shoulders. More than that, it felt as if she had already let them loose, no longer restrained behind cloth and lace.

"I know what you want," she whispered in his ear. "You want to be touched...desired...wanted. And more than any of that...helpless..."

"Nnngh...remember...the deal."

"Oh, I remember the deal. But that only means that you need your freedom at the end of our little session, and not before."

He yelped as she bumped him from behind, sending him stumbling forward - and then all the way down, as something grabbed hold of his ankles. Managing to catch himself by the skin of his teeth, he looked over his shoulder, only to stare as glowing green tendrils wrapped around his ankles, holding his legs tight. They must have been summoned through her power, because they hadn't been there before, and - yes, yes, there it was. A circle of power and several portals had opened around his feet, leaving more of the tendrils free to emerge.

Henry shivered, the bat's ears and tail flicking as he bit back little nervous laughs as the tendril tips flicked over the bottoms of his feet. He twisted his head side to side, shaking his head and biting his tongue, but more than anything, he just...felt her. Felt her staring at him, felt her hand running down his spine, and -

"Ah...ah..."

Her finger right over his pucker, teasingly drawing a circle around his hole. The tall feline sat on him, crossing one leg over the other, and that left her foot bobbing up and down right beside his face.

"This is where you've been fantasizing being, hasn't it?" she asked. "Not up there in the rafters, but a good boy, a nice little seat for someone like me."

"I - ah!"

"You don't need to answer; the magic tells me everything," she said, that gentle finger running from just behind his balls to his hole, and then past it. Each time, it almost slid inside, only to slide past, instead, rubbing around it before repeating the same motion. "And you are loving this."

There was little point in denying that. He could feel how hard he was, how stiff his cock had become, and how much it was bobbing against his belly. He knew that if this was anything but an encounter with a witch-woman, he would have been far more vocal about his appreciation, but as it stood -

"MMPH!"

He gripped the floor all the tighter as some of the tendrils started to 'dance' along his soles, pointed but soft as they flicked up and down along his arch, and - oh god, some of them were dragging in feather-light touches towards his toes, almost darting between them -

"HAHAHA!"

And then between them. He lowered his head to his hands, trying to keep the laughter back, but no. The tickling had started, and it wasn't going to stop just because he was covering his mouth.

"Mmm-hahaha-mmmph!"

"Such cute little sounds. Are you sure that you're so innocent, little bat? I thought that someone like you would be begging for mercy already...instead of dripping from my fiendish little friends..."

Henry didn't have the air to give her an answer. All he could do was stare straight ahead, covering his mouth and gasping for breath as those tendrils flicked against his arches, up to his toes, and then between them. Thrust, thrust, thrust, each one popping some sort of odd feelers along the side, scraping and teasing and tickling the spaces between the digits.

"HAHA!"

And yet, even as he laughed his head off, his cock twitched, throbbing and spitting clear pre-cum against the ground, almost hitting his chest more than once. The bat couldn't bring his head back up, his toes curling, his hands clenched into fists as he tried in vain to control himself.

"Mmm, now why do I just imagine that's a much more genuine smile than anything that Falina's teachings have given you?" Lady Priscilla asked.

"Mmmph...I...I..."

"Ah. I didn't need an answer."

The panther's soft toes brushed against his cheek, and he looked up at the dancing digits just over his face. The fantasy of them resting against his cheeks, toes against his lips filled his mind, and no sooner had he imagined it than the noblewoman had all but stepped on him, pressing his head back down. He moaned, his lips parting as her big toe pressed past them to rest against his tongue.

"Go on. Taste. Suckle."

He did, and his cock twitched in response, almost as if he was sucking himself. Henry slammed his eyes shut in embarrassment, barely able to process everything that was happening to him in that moment. It was as if his world had turned completely upside-down, and he had no idea how to handle it. As he breathed in the soft scent of her toes and sole, her hand kept teasing his pucker, and his lips quivered with the laughter that the tendrils kept forcing up his throat.

Tickle.

Tease.

Suck.

Thrust.

POP!

Finally, one of her fingers popped past his pucker, and he moaned around her toes, unable to keep his mouth closed around them. Little shaky giggles and whimpers of pleasure mixed together as the finger sliding past his hole was joined with the tendrils tickling between his toes, behind his knees, and along the arches of his feet. Like dancing fingers, they wiggled about, finding the most sensitive places to tease and torment. They flicked along, then flicked back, as light as feathers and twice as tormenting.

"HAHAHA - NNNGH!"

And he couldn't decide if he was laughing or moaning, moaning or laughing. It was so much, and it was getting worse with a second finger, and then with more tendrils, these ones sneaking up along his legs, stroking his thighs and tickling his balls as his cock hung down. Dripping, throbbing, lifting and smacking against his stomach by turns, everything was going completely and totally out of control, and he had no idea how to -

"You need orders, don't you, little bat?" Lady Priscilla asked, stroking his head with her toes the way that someone else might have petted him with their hand. "It's too hard for you to think right now, isn't it?"

"Too...too hard..."

"Then let me fix that."

Something of warm leather and bright sigils pressed against his neck. Henry moaned, gasped...and sunk into pleasurable oblivion.

#

Fragments remained after their time together. He remembered the feeling of her cock under his tail, far eclipsing her fingers, though barely longer than his. She'd used him hard, but firmly, forcing him to spill his seed on her floor before eventually pulling out to spill hers on his soles.

He remembered that she'd held her feet over his face, rubbing them over his cheeks, demanding his worship. With the collar on and thought gone, he'd given her soles the same obeisance that he had always given Falina in the churches.

He'd been gathered to her chest, humping against her thighs as he all but drowned between her breasts. She had encouraged him, cooing in his ears, telling him to be good and cum.

Cum.

Cum.

And then, bit by bit, he'd fallen further into the oblivion of pleasure. Tickled, held, teased, all while the panther noblewoman had taken her time to get to know his body. Inside and out she touched him, teased him, milked him, until he was a gasping mess on the floor.

And it was there that he finally woke up. Henry groaned as he opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. He tilted his head back slowly, looking at Lady Priscilla where she sat on the edge of her bed, as naked as he, with several cum-stains along her belly and one long string of his seed along her toes. She curled them over his head, stroking his cheek and leaving a hint of that scent behind.

"Finally awake, hmm?" She chuckled. "Well, I suppose it was only to be expected. You were given something you never anticipated."

"...I..."

"Hush. You have a decision to make, now. Are you staying with me...or are you going to report me?"

"..."

He checked his neck -

"There's no collar for this. I am a woman of my word, when it comes to things like this. Now...what will you do?"

The End

Summary: Henry, a bat accountant for a church, is sent to audit a noblewoman.

Tags: M/I, Intersex Woman, Woman with Dick, Anal, Furniture, Sitting On, Foot Fetish, Teasing, Mind Control, Femdom, Corruption, Tentacles, Tickling, Fingering, Orgasm, Cum, Thigh Sex,