May 9 Kitten at Play

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Title: The Kitten at Play
Author: snapesgirl62
Characters or Pairing: Rabastan/anonymous customer
Word Count: 1312
Rating: NC-17
Prompts: imagination, innocence
Kink: anonymous sex, sex toys, aphrodisiacs, oral, anal
Warnings: prostitution
Author's Notes: This is set in my When Darkness Falls universe



Bast knelt at his owner's feet. He watched the various activities in the grand salon with little interest. One thing that was certain in this world was the complete lack of innocence in a brothel. Feeling a light caress behind his ear, Bast leaned into the touch.

"Does my Kitten want to play?" The question was half purred and half spoken.

Bast liked how this owner spoke to him. He thought of her as a saint. Feeling her fingers dig into his hair, he tipped his head back to look up at her.

"Kitten, we have a request for your talents."

Raising his hands, he signed to her; Which talents, Milady?

"We have someone looking for imagination and a willingness to let her remain anonymous."

Bast looked around and saw a cloaked person waiting near the stairs. He nodded his head and waited for Magda to unfasten his leash. Stretching, he scratched his belly and moved his hand lower, fondling his prick through his tight trousers.

His customer held out a gloved hand.

He placed her hand on his arm and escorted her upstairs. She led him to the blue room. It was one of his favourites. The bed was large enough for group sex and there were a few toys hanging from the walls and the ceiling.

"I will keep on the mask. You may touch me anywhere except my face. Understood?"

Bast smiled and nodded his head. He helped her take off her cloak. Caressing her body, he slowly unfastened her dress.

"That's good," she whispered.

He allowed the fabric to slide down her body. When the dress reached her nipples, he slowed its descent. Bast felt her shiver and rubbed his groin against her bum.

Touch anywhere except her face, be imaginative and let her remain anonymous. She doesn't want much, does she? Letting the dress fall to the floor, he toyed with her knickers. Bast dipped his fingers in and out of the elastic waistband, he caressed her through the fabric and smiled when he noticed the feathers on the bedside table.

"What are we doing?" She allowed him to tug at her hand and followed him to the bed.

Bast picked up a feather and a small jar. He read the label and opened the jar. Nodding at her, he dipped the plume into the sparkling dust.

She gasped when he traced around her nipples with the powder coated feather. Her nipples became hard and her breathing was a bit faster.

He ran the feather along her thigh, right next to her satin smalls. Bast grinned when she spread her legs and moaned.

Nothing like essence of veela to arouse someone. I wonder what would happen if I brushed this on her clit. He placed the jar back on the table and ran the feather up her belly and back to her nipples.

The customer yelped when Bast used his other hand to shove her knickers down. She giggled at him kneeling in front of her, her amusement disappeared with a sob after he'd teased her with the dust coated feather.

"That's not…oh, no," she shivered and moaned with an orgasm.

Bast tossed the feather behind him and put both of his hands on her bottom. He lifted her and set her on the bed. draping her legs over his shoulders, Bast began to feast on her.

She tossed her head from side to side while he tongue fucked her. Her cries became louder when he paused to lightly blow on her clitoris.

Yes, I'm being mean to you. No, I don't think I'll stop anytime soon. That's it, pull my hair and beg me for more. He half stood. Placing his hands on her hips, he half lifted and half pushed her further onto the bed.

She touched her mask in a bid to keep her face hidden.

He patted her hip and twirled a finger.

She rolled over and started to raise her hips. "Do you want me on my hands and knees?"

Bast patted her bum. He tugged on her legs, making her fall back onto her stomach.

"What are you going to-" her question ended on a gasp of surprise.

His fingers stroked and plucked at her thighs, buttocks and labia. Bast kept up with his sensual assault until she was writhing against the mattress. He picked up a dildo from the bedside table and eased it in between her legs.

How would those gloves feel on my body? She seems to like keeping her shoes and stockings on. I guess I can leave her partially dressed. Let's see how she likes this. Bast eased the dildo in and out of her cunt.

She raised her bum up, seeking more contact.

He moved the dildo around and touched a switch on its base. A soft hum filled the air making her cry out and him grin. Bast picked up a container of lube. After coating two fingers with it, he began to toy with her anus.

The witch sobbed, begged and pleaded with him. She rocked her hips back seeking more contact. Bast kept his trousers on. He had to adjust things from time to time. However, he was determined to not put his dick in her.

Eventually, she cries became softer. She didn't move as much and she began to whimper.

"No, no more, please no more," she begged.

He looked at the dildo, feathers, tickler, dust and other toys on the mattress beside her. Bast lifted an eyebrow. Running a finger down her back, he fondled the dimple at the base of her spine.

"Seriously, stop. I can't take anymore." She yawned and tried to move away from him.

Bast whistled to get her attention. He began to sign to her.

"I don't understand. Just let me rest a bit and then I'll be ready to leave."

He nodded his head. Bast went over to where a night stand held a pitcher and basin. He picked up a flannel for washing and poured water from the pitcher onto it. Wringing out the cloth over the basin, he sighed.

It's tempting to leave her coated in the veela powder. I should behave. Madam likes it when I am good to the customers. Bast walked back to the bed. He washed the dust off of her back, bum and legs.

The witch rolled onto her back and spread her legs, giving him access to the rest of her body.

Holding a finger up, he nodded at the cloth then at the pitcher. He watched her close her eyes before he went back to the night stand and rinsed off the cloth. Bast decided to be safe and got out a clean flannel to wash her breast and belly.

On the bright side, that dust didn't get rubbed too deeply into the bedding. Ending his musings on the use of veela powder, Bast cleaned off the customer's breast, belly and legs.

"Don't forget my cunt," she ordered.

He was proud of himself for not giving her the two fingered salute. Bast finished cleaning her. After tossing the cloth into the basin, he picked up her dress and brought it to her.

She was a bit unsteady while putting on the garment. "Fasten this," she said while turning her back to him.

Bast obeyed her. After she put on her cloak, he held out his arm and escorted her downstairs.

"Did you enjoy playing with my Kitten?"

"He was adequate. I prefer that big fellow, the one you call Petit. This one is too innocent." The witch paid Magda and left the brothel.

"You are innocent? I think I need to experience your innocence later, ma petite chat." Magda scratched him under the chin.

Bast leaned into her touch. He knelt on his over sized pillow next to her chair and cuddled against her legs.