Intoxication

Ara remained there, lying against the wall, for a while, to rest a bit. Then, her face still flushed both due to the bath and her arousal, she took off her drenched clothes, put on a bathrome and walked back to her room, leaving a trail of water drops behind her. She dropped the clothes on the floor and let herself fall on the bed, then rolled around and started fondling her breasts as she bit her lips, gently pinching her nipples every now and then, but that really wasn't enough to drive herself to an orgasm. She frantically scratched against the chastity belt, then, a bit hesitantly, she moved an hand to the plug, still in place in her rear. She unfastened the straps, grabbed it and started moving it around. But she had no experience with anal, and so she didn't really know how to get herself off with that, and her efforts rewarded her with only a somewhat good feeling, together with a rather funny one and even some soft pain. She was about to start crying again, her tails weakly waggling around and her hears twitching a bit, when Oberon knocked at the door.

"Dinner is ready"

"I'm not hungry!" she shouted in response.

She is angry.

"I'll leave it in the fridge" he replied as he walked away.

Ara spent the next hour trying to have an orgasm, but also due to how frustrated and tired she was, she just couldn't get herself there. The chastity belt didn't help in any way, and the end result was that she was even more aroused than before. She then collapsed and fell asleep.

The next day, early in the morning. Oberon was sitting in the kitchen, reading a book, when he heard footsteps. He closed the book, stood up and walked to the door, which had been left open, but before he could reach it Ara stepped in. She was still in the same state as the previous evening, with even all three of the tails still being there. Actually, while she did put her clothes on, they were quite messy, as if she got dressed in the fastest way possible, and her hair wasn't in good shape either. She wasn't wearing her coat, but in truth she had hardly used it since coming there. Her breaths were heavy, and it seemed like she had some trouble standing. He considered for a moment whether to ask her if she was feeling well or not, but on second thought that would have been a rather pointless question. If he had to describe her expression with a single word, he would have probably picked "craving". Or "altered". "Fascinating", maybe.

"Do you need som..."

Before he could finish the sentence, Ara walked -almost ran- up to him, grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him against the table. If purposefully or simply due to her momentum, he wasn't sure.

"The key!"

"That would cost you" he reminded her.

"Give me the key!" she shouted, a rather fascinating mix of emotions in both her eyes and voice.

"As you wish"

He reached for one of his pockets and brought out the key. Ara violently snatched it from his hand and frantically pushed it into the belt, unlocking it. She pretty much threw it away, the key still inside it, and ran away without even bothering to pull her pantyhose back up, her skirt barely covering her privates. Or rather, she tried. Oberon grabbed her wrists at the last moment.

"You don't look well" he said, only to see how she reacted.

"L-let me go!"

"Do you need something?" he asked.

"Let me... !"

Then apparently her legs gave out and she fell. He instinctively let go of one of her wrists to held her up.

"Just... please... ... ... ..." she said, her voice fading into an inaudible whisper as a fourth tail grew next to the previous three. Judging by her expression, the process felt quite intense.

Then, Ara moved her free hand between her legs and started masturbating, right there, as Oberon held her up.

... amusing... he thought, surprised.

She bit her lips, hard enough for them to start bleeding, and Oberon guessed it was to keep her voice down. Then again, she probably didn't have that much composure left since she was fingering herself in his arms. So why was she doing that? Deciding to take advantage of the situation, he grabbed her hand and forcibly brought it up.

"Don't!" she shouted, desperate.

"I'd like to know why you were biting your lips"

"Ugh..."

Apparently she did have some self control left. She struggled against his grasp, and while she would have normally had enough strength to put up a fight, she currently wasn't in a good enough shape to do so. After a couple of minutes at most of struggling, albeith rather intense, she gave in.

"I... I can't g-get off w... without pain!" she screamed, her cheeks as red as they could get, tears running down her face.

Oberon was... amused. Surprised. And a bit disappointed with himself, as he had probably gone a bit too far. Though it felt... nice. Oddly nice. She kept struggling against his grasp, though he was also partially helping her standing. Much to his own surprise, he breathed in her scent. A strong, sweet scent. Was that due to her fox features? Suddenly, Oberon switched position with Ara and pushed her down on the table, pinning her wrists down with his hand as he placed the other right below her chin, the difference in height making things easier for him. It was a really uncomfortable position for her, but for some reason he didn't care about that at the moment.

"O-Oberon?!"

... what am I doing... ?

There was something captivating in her crying face, something alluring. He wanted to see more of her expressions, to hear more of her voice. He ran his free hand down along her body, as if he was drawing a line on her, all the way to her waist, pulled her pantyhose down a bit then reached for her entrance, where he placed his fingers. He didn't push them inside, nor did he rubbed them against her. Ara desperately tried to get up, but at the same time she was trying to push herself against his fingers. He brought his face to her neck and ran his cold tongue on it, sending shivers down her spine.

"I'm... begging you... please..."

He roughly pushed her completely on the table, moved her wrists over her belly to have a better hold on them and pushed his fingers inside. She was wet, so incredibly wet, and her inner walls contracted around him as if to suck his whole hand inside. Her whole body started trembling and shaking violenlty as she bit her own lips hard, blood flowing from them, her orgasm crashing on her wave after wave as Oberon kept moving his fingers around inside of her, pulling them out only to push them back in as he used his thumb to play with her clit. Ara's muscles contracted as the pleasure took over her, her tails waving as if they'd gone crazy. Oberon then pushed a bit more of his hand inside. She nearly jumped as he started twisting it around, until she could no longer hold her voice in and let go of her lips. Her moans sounded almost like screams, her brain overwhelmed by ecstasy.

He then abruptly pulled his hand out, grabbed her and turned her upside down, with her belly lying on the table. While that was a far more comfortable position for her, that's not why he had done it. He placed an hand on her back to keep holding her down and inserted his fingers in her again, making her moan wildly, then pushed his tumb inside her rear.

"W-wai- aahh- not there! Mmnh!"

Ignoring her, he started moving all five of his fingers. He could hear her scratching against the table, though her tails were obstructing the sight. Without having had enough time to recover from her previous orgasm, Ara felt another wave of pleasure ran through her as she instinctively pushed her fingernails against her own skin with enough strenght to make herself bleed again, her back arching more and more as the feelings wreaked havoc to her mind. Oberon then stopped, grabbed her and pulled her back up. Ara's legs were far from able to hold her weight, still shaking from all the pent-up sexual frustration being finally released. That said, her hand moved down between her legs as she started fingering herself while groping her own breasts with the other, any semblance of control over herself and her voice long lost. Almost immediatly, Oberon grabbed both her hands and held them against her chest as he held her against himself. Being taller, he had her fox hears right in front of his face, and bit one of them not too gently as the other started twitching wildly.

"Ah... aaahhh..."

As he forced her to rub her hands against her breasts, Oberon took a few steps to the side, dragging Ara with her, moving a chair out of the way with his leg.

"D... don't s... don't stop..." she asked, her voice now a barely udible whisper.

Just like Oberon, Ara didn't know what had gotten into her. She didn't have much sexual experience, but she had never, ever been that lost in the ecstasy of the moment, nor has she ever been bold -or shameless- enough to start masturbating in front of someone. Was that due to having been locked inside a chastity belt without relief, or was her transformation affecting her behavior as well? She didn't know, and truth be told she didn't even care at the moment. Oberon raised one of her arms and went to lick it, exactly where she had pushed her fingernails into her own flesh. Her blood tasted salty and metallic. Which was, well, normal. Then he pushed her forward a bit, and as she turned her gaze from him to the table she was one of the corners right in front of her. Almost without hesitation she pushed her private area against it and started rubbing herself on it. A small part of her was desperately telling her to not do it in front of him, but its voice got completely drowned in the pleasure. Oberon grabbed her face and turned it to face him, contemplating her expression of pure bliss, her cheeks as red and flushed as they could possibly get, her breath ragged and heavy as she kept masturbating with the table, two of her tails coiling around him as the other two kept waving in the air. Then he pushed two fingers inside her rear, making her jump a little.

"N-not th -aahh- not there..." she said, without stopping her hips.

"As you wish" he replied as he pulled them out and took a step back, dragging Ara away from the table.

He then brought her hands up to her shoulders and ran an arm over her, holding both hers in place as he moved his free hand between her legs, his fingers just barely caressing her entrance. She looked at him, desperate.

"You're cruel..."

... am I?

He brought his tongue to her face and licked her tears as he slowly, so slowly took a step forward, pushing her back against the corner as he inserted two fingers in her rear again. Immediatly Ara resumed her masturbation as Oberon moved his fingers around inside her while still holding her arms in place. He matched the movement of his hand with that of her hips, then as he felt her body beginning to tremble again he pushed his teeth against one of her shoulders, left exposed by her short dress, and sank them in, a bit more than necessary. He didn't want her to hinder her own voice by having her biting her own lips, so he did it for her. Ara stopped moving as her body trembled, her throat vocalizing both her pleasure and her pain. As she kept shivering, Oberon moved his mouth away as he let go of her arms to grab her hips and move them for her against the table. She fell forward, trying to oppose the forced motion which was overloading her sense, her hands trying to push herself away. He then bent down, rested his teeth against the higher part of her back, which her clothes left uncovered, and moved them against her skin, occasionally using his tongue as well.

"S... stop... plea... " she tried to say, almost completely out of breath.

Then, Oberon noticed something. One of her tails had disappeared, only three of them left. He moved and hand to her entrance and pushed his fingers back and forth inside of her as he moved them around, then moved to her clit as he ran his other hand on her rear, drowning in the sound of her voice, in her scent and in her reactions just as much as she was drowning in the excessive pleasure. He held her back up, grabbed one of her hands, brought it between her legs and used it to play with her privates. Ara tried to beg for a pause, for a moment to rest, but couldn't utter any comprehensible words. Two more orgasms were forced on her as Oberon's grasp on her hand tightened enough to hurt her. Then he pulled her back up, brought her hand to her mouth and pushed her fingers inside, making her taste her own juyces as she desperately tried to stand up, the only thing really making her stand up being Oberon's hand inserted in her privates as it kept stimulating her. Her body trembled again, jolts of pleasure running through her flesh and veins once more, then he stopped and let her go.

Ara fell forward, leaned against the table, then fell on her knees, on the floor, before collapsing on it, her mouth gasping for air. Oberon kneeled down behind her and placed an hand on her rear. She tried to say something, but couldn't bring herself to utter anything comprehensible. He ran his fingers along her butt, then reached for the pantyhose and pulled it down even more, almost to her knees, then he grabbed her and pulled her up. He placed his mouth on her privates as he breathed in her smell, then started licking her. She was so wet he could have drunk her juices if he wanted to. With so little strength she was unable to even so much as attempt to get away, Ara was so out of breath she couldn't even moan nor scream anymore, let alone beg for mercy. That, he didn't like. So he turned her on her back to see her face, got on top of her and started fingering her. She placed her hands on his chest in what should have been an attempt at pushing him away, but her arms were so weak Oberon didn't even understand that's what she was trying to do.

At that point stimulations were giving Ara as much pain as they were granting her pleasure, and her face was perfectly reflecting that. Her sense having been pushed beyond their limits, all she could think about was what was happening to her, which only enhanced the already excessive feeling. Then, Oberon switched position with Ara and tightly held her against himself as he lied on the floor. Her flesh was hot, and against Oberon's artificial, cold skin it felt even hotter, boiling even. He placed an hand behind her head, in her hair, and pushed her down, smelling her potent scent, which got even stronger as he felt her body shaking again, a mixture of bliss and torment running through her skin, her flesh, her bones, her every fiber. Then he stopped, but Ara kept trembling for a few minutes after that, panting heavily against his chest and the base of his neck.

He rested an hand on her back and slowly ran it up and down, caressing her, as he placed the other on her head and gently petted her. After a somewhat brief silence, Ara started purring. He occasionally ran his hand from her shoulders all the way to her tails, sinking his fingers in her soft fur. There were only two left, as the third one had disappeared as well. Ara remained motionless for a while, with only her breathing and her purrs to say she was alive. Neither of them knew for how long they remained there, like that, but at some point she started to rub herself against him almost affectionately, in a way that strongly resembled a cat. They stayed on the floor for a long while, then Oberon stopped. He pushed her aside -gently this time-, stood up and quickly walked to the door. He gave a quick glance at Ara, who was looking at him with a confused expression on her face. Only one tail was left. He walked out, closing the door behind him.

Then, only then, Ara started to realize what happened. She looked at her clothes. A moisty mess, her dress slighty pulled up, her skirt raised, her pantyhose down to her knees. Her hair was just as untidy. Some of her fluids were on the table, and there were a few small ponds on the floor, not to mention Ara herself who was drenched. Her cheeks turned redder and redder, and she hid her face beneath her hands as she mentally went through all of it again, wondering how could she have lost control so completely. She weakly slapped herself a couple of times to regain her composure -or to try, at least- and got up. It actually took her a few attempts, as her legs were still weak. She looked around and found the chastity belt, then walked up to it.

"I... guess I should put this back on..."

So she said, but she remained there for a few minutes, holding it in her hands. The key was still there. Slowly, hesitantly, she caged herself again, thinking about how much it costed not to wear it to convince herself. Or maybe that was just an excuse. Then she walked to the bathroom as she needed a shower, badly. It was a long and awkward trip, her legs shaking and occasionally giving out, some of her juices still dripping from between her legs.

Oberon, on the other hand, had gone to one of the many empty rooms, and there he sat against the wall, the lights turned off. He was... confused. What in the world had gotten into him? Why didn't he just let her go? Ara would have most likely gone to her room and relieved herself. He looked at his hands. He could still smell her scent on his fingers, and he could almost still feel her skin in his grasp. Why did he treat her so roughly? He had always considered himself to be calm and rational. No, he knew he was calm and rational. What was it that made him go into such an unrational frenzy? But what really puzzled him was that that had been the most fun he had had in his long, long life.

... why am I even sitting here he thought as he got up and headed to the elevator. He wanted to check on the creatures, if only to bring himself to think about things he could understand.

Oberon and Ara didn't met again until dinner. Ara had skipped breakfast and made lunch by herself. She walked into the kitchen and found him there, cooking. Everything had been cleaned. He had also changed his clothes, but as all the ones he had looked exactly the same she couldn't tell it. As for her, her hears and the last of her tails had disappeared, and her hair and eyes had gone back to their normal color as well. She was also wearing her coat.

"Oh, hi, no, I mean, well, uh..." Ara tried to say something, stumbling on her own words, her cheeks blushing as she recalled the events of that morning.

He turned around, walked in front of her and... bowed.

"... eh?"

"I am sorry" he said "I do not know why, but I lost control. For that, I apologize"

Maybe, had Eve not expressly told him -and Ophelia and Ferdinand- that she didn't want her servants to show too much respect to someone other than her, he might have gotten on his knees while apologizing. Maybe.

"W-well... " Ara said, taken completely aback "I... that was m-my fault too... really... actually, here" she replied as she handed him the key to the belt.

Oberon waited a brief moment, then raised his head and took the key.

"It will not happen again" he saying, though that sentence was meant more for himself.

"D-don't worry too much... I mean, I... that wasn't so bad... I guess... ?" she said, blushing. She had no idea where those words would have taken both of them.

He went back to preparing her dinner.

"You can take tomorrow off. The day after you will get back to work"

"... sure" she replied as she started setting the table.

After a short while she started eating as Oberon sat in front of her, reading what seemed to be still the same, coverless, titleless book. It was almost like usual. It almost convinced them that what happened was nothing but an isolated incident, but deep down they knew -or at least suspected- that things wouldn't have simply gone back to normal. Or maybe theirs wasn't a conviction, but rather, an hope.

Alright, let's get back to bestiality. For a while, at least.