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Cinder: Cinder hums softly to herself as she approaches Tem's door, a giddy smile on her face and a small white bundle in her arms. It had taken some searching in these dreary town, but she had found exactly what she had been looking for.
She stops outside Tem's door and composes herself, replacing her girlish excitement with a semblance of assured confidence. Then, rather than knock, she simply opens Tem's door and walks in.

Temeraire is rather startled, and nearly fall from her bed as the tiefling barges in unexpectedly. Though she is still fully clothed and not under the covers, the angry look she casts her is somewhat flushed too, as if she had been caught doing something embarrassing, or was planning to.
Temeraire: "What the hell? Don't you knock?" She groans, adjusting herself in a more relaxed position, playing it off as no big deal. "What do you want?" She yawns, showing pointy teeth.

Cinder: "I don't have to knock when checking in on my pet, do I?" Grinning, Cinder closes the door behind her and turns back to Tem. "Now, stand up. We're going to be spending some time at the bar tonight, but I want to give you a couple gifts first." She begins unfolding the bundle in her arms, her swishing tail betraying her excitement.

Temeraire: "There you go again with that bullshit." Tem mumbles, but not with much conviction. She obeys the order, sliding off the bed and walking to meet Cinder, her face going noticeably paler as she notices the package in question. The dragon disciple swallows nervously, having learned to dread the tiefling's surprises.
Still, she seems reassured by hearing about the bar. At least she knows it won't involve her getting molested again, not in that kind of place.
"Well ... alright. Let's go down, and you can give them to me around a beer."
Tem adds, grabbing her by the wrist and gently nudging her towards the exit.

Cinder: "Oh, as much as I'd love to see you strip and change in front of an entire bar of people, I'd rather not get thrown out of the inn." Chuckling, she gently but firmly tugs her wrist out of Tem's grasp. When she finishes unfolding the bundle, it's revealed to be a small, white dress, roughly Tem's size with a skirt that would stop more than halfway up Tem's thigh.
In Cinder's other hand, she holds a set of panties that were inside the rolled up dress. At first glance they appear normal, but a curious opening can be seen on the back.
"Now, I want you to dress up just a little bit for our time downstairs." She says, "So let's not waste time. Get out of that leather and put these on." She rests the dress over her shoulder and holds the panties out to Tem, watching her expectantly.

Temeraire: "What do you mean strip -" Temeraire starts, looking scandalized, and then she sees the dress. She grimaces in disgust. "Cinder, I don't want to be rude, but you know I hate plain clothing.This looks awful." Her eyes fall on the set of panties. She holds them gingerly with two hands, inspecting them from close. "Dress up? More like dress down." She snickers. "You got ripped off, they're all torn up already."
Crumbling the panties into a ball, she throws them into the trash can over her shoulder with perfect accuracy.
And then, she lays the skirt on her bed. "Well, I guess I COULD wear it once you buy some intact panties, in the meantime, let's just have a drink."

Cinder: "Hey!" Cinder glowers at Tem for that. "Those were made that way, I paid for them out of pocket, and I wasn't asking your opinion. Go pick them up and put them on. Now."
She crosses her arms and stands in front of the door, frowning at Tem and clearly not planning on moving until her orders were followed. "We'll drink once you do as you're told."

Temeraire: "What?" Temeraire blinks a few times in incomprehension. "But why would you buy panties like th ... Oh." Her voice darkens. Looking at Cinder with pleading eyes, she goes to retrieve the set of panties, holding them between two fingers as if they were made of poison. "But, Cinder ..." She says, her voice hushed. " ... this is a bit too far. People will see, and there'll be trouble coming our way."
"With a skirt like that, they'll see my butt if I bend over ... of if I sit ..." She looks at the garment in the corner of her eye, her voice breaking.

Cinder: "And they'll appreciate what a nice ass you have, and wish they could do things to it like I can." She smirks and steps towards Tem. "The most they'll get to do is look. I'm the only one that can touch tonight." She raises her hand and gives Tem's cheek a light pat. "Now be a good girl and strip."
"And then put those nice panties on. I've been looking forward to seeing you in them all day."

Temeraire gulps nervously, her eyes shifting between the pair of panties and Cinder, meeting nothing but resolve in her gaze. She realizes she's not getting out of this, and nods gravely, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Strips after strips of dragonskin leather peels off her as she stands still, until she's completely naked, her tan lines visible even in the candle light.

Temeraire: Quite rigidly, she puts the panties on, sliding them carefully over the bony growths adorning the side of her legs. Surprisingly, Cinder hears a wet sound as the bottom of the panties make contact with Tem's crotch, betraying the slightest hint of wetness.
Praying nobody heard that, Tem grabs the dress and awkwardly slips it on. It actually tears in more than one place along her sides, the crimson growth poking throuhg the fabric.
Tem groans in frustration, not daring to look Cinder in the eyes. She is looking ridiculous and she knows it.

Cinder: Cinder happily takes in the sight of the nude disciple, eyes following the path of her tan lines unabashedly. When she hears the telltale sound of fabric on wet flesh, she grins knowingly. "Complain all you want, but I can catch a whiff of that spicy scent, Tem." Chuckling, she covers her mouth to hide her grin as Tem puts on the dress, nearly having a giggle fit at how silly the warrior looked in the dress.
But more importantly, the dress left most of Tem's lovely legs exposed. And if she were to lean just a bit... "Tem, before we head down, lean over the bed a bit. I want to see how the panties look on you."

Temeraire: "It's just my body reacting to getting naked around you! You should know." She barks in protestation, her voice dying as she realizes she might be heard by her neighbours. Her face is almost crimson, though Cinder can tell she's far more embarrassed by how she's looking than by her calling her out on her arousal.
Her knees shaking, Temeraire walks to the edge of the bed, and bends over. She winces as she feels the short dress slide upwards, the fabric traveling up her buttocks and stopping just below her spine, leaving very little to the imagination. She feels her buttcheeks part open, and the cool air of the room upon her exposed pucker makes her shiver in cold and embarrassment alike.
She feels far more naked than she'd ever been, becoming intimately conscious of each inch of exposed skin.
"This isn't right ..." She whines softly, her voice muffled by the bedsheets. "They'll ... see everything, those ruffians down here."
"Even whores don't do that ..."

Cinder: Cinder's eyes glitter with lust, and her smile is filled with smug satisfaction. She walks towards the presenting woman, idly wetting her pointer finger with her tongue. "My, how the mighty have fallen." She begins, stopping right behind Tem, eyes locked on the target presented. "What would your fellow disciples think if they saw you in that dress?" Her finger brushes around Tem's exposed pucker, the slick digit rubbing over each crease. "Or if they saw what I got you to wear right here?" Chuckling, she pushes her finger in to the first knuckle.
"True, but you're not a whore Tem. You're my pet, my hot little toy." She moves her finger inside Tem's passage slowly, teasingly, pressing against her walls with the tip. "I'm just showing you off, is all."

Temeraire: "They'd ... not allow this in the first place ..." Temeraire gasps as she's being entered. Perhaps because of her nervousness, her entrance is unusually tight, though not enough to stop Cinder's finger. A little timidly, she starts reciprocating the tiefling's attention, her toned ass gyrating slowly around the finger within her, her walls caressing the entire digit.
A small wet spot appears at the bottom of her panties, and her respiration fastens. Perhaps in a vain attempt to stop Cinder from carrying on with her plans, she starts clenching hard on the invading finger, trapping it within her.

Cinder: "Well, I guess we'll have to be a little careful then. Make sure the owner doesn't notice you. But I doubt anyone else would mind." Rather than try to pull out of Tem's steel grip, Cinder simply moves her finger inside of its fleshy prison, pressing against Tem's walls and toying with her tight asshole. "I'll bet they'd enjoy seeing my play with my pet."
Temeraire: "For that ..." She gasps as Cinder intensifies her assault, but doesn't let go. " ... you'll need to leave this room ... I can stay like that all night ..." Temeraire says defiantly, her grip tightening - if that's even - possible against the Tiefling's slender finger, to the point of cutting blood flow.
The wet spot around her crotch grows, her juices quick to soak the fabric. Even in the semi-darkness, one could make out the shape and color of her puffy lips under the now almost transparent fabric.

Cinder: "So you say." Cinder grins, accepting this impromptu challenge. She kneels down behind Tem, coming face to face with her ass. As her finger begins to tingle from Tem's grip, Cinder relentlessly teases and assaults Tem's inner walls. Cinder's other hand goes to Tem's left asscheek, giving it a sharp smack before grabbing hold. She pulls Tem's buttcheek to the side and uses her thumb to distort Tem's ring's iron grip on her finger. At the same time, she begins tugging and pushing her finger, trying to budge it even a little inside Tem's hole.
While Cinder's hands assault Tem's asshole, Cinder indulges herself by going after Tem's soaking wet pussy. With deliberate slowness, Cinder drags her tongue along Tem's puffy, covered lips, tasting her through the damp fabric and drinking in the spicy scent of her arousal.

Temeraire: Unsurprisingly, both the deft fingering and Cinder's surprise attack on her nethers make short work of Tem's resistance ; the Dragon Disciple lets out a sharp squeal as the finger leaves her all of a sudden, and she loses her balance, falling forward face first on the bed. She's laying across it with her legs spread, breathing heavily ; her bruised hole staying open and twitching for a few seconds as it struggles to recover from the forceful withdrawal.
Tentatively, not leaving her position, she reaches down here with her left hand, lightly probing herself and making sure there is no damage.
"That hurts!" She whimpers angrily.

Cinder: Laughing, Cinder give's Tem's ass another light swat. "You brought that on yourself, Tem. Trying to tell your mistress what to do. Got some nerve." Grinning, she offers Tem a hand. "Now get up and let's grab some seats downstairs."

Temeraire grits her teeth at the swat, and at the suggestion, but doesn't have the strength to protest. She slides off the bed, wincing as she stands up, her butt still stinging slightly.
Temeraire: She positions herself behind Cinder, perhaps hoping to disappear within her shadow, one hand behind her back, tugging the skirt downwards.
She's ready to follow.

Cinder: Cinder chuckles and leads the way out of the room. "Tugging at it is only going to draw attention, Tem." During the short walk down the hall to the stairs, Tem was at least treated to a view of Cinder's back. The tiefling had only had these clothes a week, but they were already torn and ratty from the group's travels. One tear in particular gave Tem a good view of Cinder's ass, and even a glimpse of the white panties she wore underneath. It was hard to tell if Cinder didn't notice, or just didn't care about the hole.
Tem's respite was short. Soon she and Cinder were walking down the stairs and entering the common room. The Inn's main room was large, but only moderately populated. Most of the townsfolk kept to themselves at their tables, and the buzz of conversation was mildly loud. There were plenty of tables to choose from, with some more private, obscured seating in one of the corners...
"We'll sit at the bar." Cinder states with certainty, grabbing Tem's shoulder and leading her there. Only four of the twelve bar stools were taken, with plenty of seating available at the sides.
Cinder leads her bet to two seats at the center, taking one stool and patting the one next to her while grinning at Tem.
Cinder: Most of the patrons in the room were too occupied to take notice of the women, but Tem did receive a couple looks from a few tables. Maybe a snicker or two, but it was hard to tell if they were because of her outfit.
Cinder leads her pet*

Temeraire: Cinder's own revealing outfit was indeed very far in Tem's list of priorities, and each step she takes out of her room fills her with nameless dread, her heart beating faster than during any fights she's been so far. As they exit the darkened hallways and walk towards the well-lit common room, she almost considers grabbing the tiefling by the tail and dragging her back to the room and beg her for something else, but somehow she can't bring herself to do that. Following Cinder's suggestion, she lets go of the dress, who thankfully stays in place and still covers most of her butt from where she's standing.
For a moment she's glad not many people are there, but is quick to realize it will only make her stand out more. For the first time in her life, she curses her flamboyant appearance, which the plain dress emphasizes rather than conceals. Tem can already feel a few pair of eyes staring at her in incomprehension, possibly wondering what happened to her outfit and why she would wear something so ill-fitting.
Her heart sinks even further as she's led further from the relatively isolated booths, and when Cinder sits on a stool with a smug smile on her face. She knows there's no way she can sit there and keep much modesty ; yet standing still like an idiot will only draw more attention to her.
Not daring to look around, she very carefully lowers herself to the stool, trying not to move too quickly and upset the fabric covering her muscled ass. She almost faints as she feels it unavoidably slide up, slowly revealing the top of her thighs and the lowest part of her buttocks ; but then she's seated, and a tremendous wave of relief washes over her as she realizes at least, her still sore hole is not really exposed.
Indeed, the edge of the skirt stops just halfway up her butt ; there is no avoiding the fact she's still half bare-assed, the cleft of her behind clearly visible through the hole in her panties.
Shaking with humiliation, she stares at the wooden counter, not daring to meet either Cinder or the bartender's gaze.

Cinder: It took all of Cinder's willpower to not burst into laughter during Tem's ordeal, the tiefling taking delight in the disciple's every awkward movement until she finally sat down. Only then does she turn to the bartender, who wipes a glass with a disinterested expression.
She orders two pints of ale for herself and her pet, and for a few short minutes everything is as normal as it can be. Cinder sips her ale, and Tem's free to drink hers. But the tiefling wouldn't leave her pet alone for long. Very casually, while drinking from her cup, Cinder's left hand reaches across the short distance to Tem's leg, resting on top of her thigh. The tiefling's hand creeps up Tem's leg until it's on her butt, and from there Cinder caresses and squeezes Tem's buttcheek, occasionally raising the skirt a bit and revealing more of her ass. Anyone paying attention behind the two would be treated to a show of the disciple being molested by her mistress.
Cinder was not satisfied with these simple gropes for long. After a hard squeeze, she pulls her hand back and briefly sucks on a few of her fingers. And then her hand is back, fingers sinking in between Tem's cheeks and searching for her puckered hole. "Scoot back a bit on your chair, Tem." Cinder says, grinning around her mug as she glances over at her pet.

Temeraire: As soon as she receives the pint of actually excellent ale, Temeraire starts guzzling it down thirstily, hoping the alcohol will make the ordeal more bearable. She freezes when she notices the bartender looking at her, but then wha'ts left of rational throught in her reassures her he's only staring because she's drinking so fast, and that he can't see her exposure from behind the counter.
Feeling somewhat relieved, she forces herself to slow down on the booze, instead sipping down mouthfuls. As inebriation dulls her sensations, she doesn't really register Cinder's hand on her legs, and only starts when it lands on her butt.
Temeraire chokes on her drink, the foamy beverage erupting through her nose and making her sinuses tingle unbearably. She coughs hard and loud, making some heads turn just as Cinder toys with her skirt, mooning everyone remotely turned in her direction.
Temeraire: Her hands clenched around her mug, not daring to look at anything else but the cracks in the wooden counter, Temeraire half-heartedly pleads Cinder as she feels her wet fingers burying themselves between her cheeks.
"Please ... not that, not now ... they're all staring, I bet." She whimpers, her voice shaking.
Her jaws are clenched enough to crush diamonds and she's grimacing, hiding nothing of her pointy teeth neatly aligned.

Cinder: "Let them. You don't have a say in the matter, and I want to show off my pet's well-trained ass." She smiles smugly over at Tem, her eyes unyielding. "No make this easier on both of us and scoot back like a good girl. The more commotion you make, the more people will notice." As she speaks, Cinder's middle finger brushes against the edge of Tem's wrinkled ring.
Now make this*

Temeraire knows Cinder is only telling half-truths ; she's already drawn enough attention to make most of the patrons stare at her, and the few ones that are still oblivious will be quick to be informed. But she is determined to end the ordeal as soon as possible, and so she resigns herself to her fate.
Temeraire: At an almost unbearably slow pace, she inches her butt backwards, tears welling up her eyes as the fabric leaves her uncovered little by little ; anyone can now see Cinder's middle finger pressing against her most intimate part, sitting there casually as if it was its rightful place.
The Dragon Disciple is mortified to feel her pucker wink slightly, as her new position leaves her spread out indecently.

Cinder: Tem's compliance brings Cinder no small amount of joy, the tiefling setting her half-full mug aside to better devote her attentions to her pet. She didn't have to look around to know Tem was the center of the show right then. She gleefully rubs her slick middle digit over Tem's asshole, wetting her entrance before pulling her finger back and letting the onlookers get a view of Tem's winking anus, shining slightly in the firelight from the spit coating it. Then she puts her finger back where it belongs, and presses against Tem's hole until it slips in. As the patrons look on, she begins sliding her middle finger in and out of Tem's presented pucker.

Temeraire: As Cinder starts fingering her ass with her trademark eagerness, Temeraire has to brace herself against the counter, her hands giving up the mug of ale to grip at it. Her awkward and humiliating position leaves her poorly balanced, and she can feels the flimsy stool wobble under her, the creaks it makes unfortunately not enough to cover the wet sounds coming from her abused asshole.
Her fiery blood almost freezes in her veins when she hears a few chuckles and whispers in the crowd, and she clenches hard, again trapping Cinder's finger though not of her own volition.

Cinder: Cinder chuckles as Tem's tunnel squeezes around her digit, the tiefling continuing to wiggle and try to move her finger despite Tem's grip. "I'll bet they're jealous. I'll bet they wish they could touch you like I can." Tem can feel a second finger prodding against her ring, Cinder's pointer trying to join in beside her middle finger. "Relax, Tem. How am I supposed to show you off if you're so stiff?"

Temeraire: Cinder's voice sound very distant to Tem, who's overwhelmed mind struggles to make the situation bearable. No less than ten seconds later, what she said registers, and Cinder can feel her "pet" loosen up considerably. The dragon disciple merely gulps nervously, feeling like she could not be embarrassed further even if she tried.
"This ... they shouldn't even be allowed to see me like that ..." She protests weakly.

Cinder: "I'm the one who decides who can see what, Tem." As Tem's hole loosens, Cinder's second finger joins the first. She thrusts them in and out of Tem's asshole rhythmically, the wet sounds of her asshole being toyed with making up for the lighter conversation going on. "Speaking of which, give them a better view, would you? Reach a hand back and spread your butt so they can see better." Not that anyone behind Tem had trouble seeing anything. Cinder just wanted to show the audience that Tem was hers, and did as commanded.

Temeraire: The sensation becomes a bit too much for Tem to take without flinching, and she lets out a hushed gasp as Cinder's fingers start fucking her properly, the tiefling definitely becoming experienced in that regard. By spreading and closing her fingers in quick succession, Cinder steadily fills the room with obscene slurping sounds playing over Tem's increasingly frequent grunts and moans. If she were to look around the room, she'd see the mostly male patrons are either struggling to accomodate an erection inside of their pants, or groping themselves discreetly with their hand in their pocket.
Temeraire goes redder at the order. Being toyed with was one thing, but doing it herself sounds unimaginable. "I-I can't!" She whispers, almost sobbing. "I'll fall down."
Temeraire: The stool looks indeed very unstable under Cinder's assault, with only Tem's grip on the counter to keep her balanced.

Cinder: "Why not get off the stool and rest on the counter then? Looks like you're about to fall on it anyways." Cinder offers in a reasonable tone, grinning lecherously at Tem as she toys with the disciple's asshole. At one point she stops and spreads Tem's hole with her fingers, giving the eager men a glimpse inside Tem's hot tunnel before returning to her thrusts, fucking Tem's asshole with practiced fingers.

Temeraire: "The bartender will ..." She starts to protest.

Cinder: "He hasn't stopped us yet, has he?" She glances over at the man, who is leaning back on the other side of the counter, hands moving conspicuously under the apron he wore. "Something tells me he won't mind."

Temeraire sighs in resignation, knowing she is right. There's also another reason why she didn't want to leave the stool, and it becomes quite apparent when she stands up : the flat wooden surface is utterly coated in fluids, and she remains connected by thin clear strands as she lifts herself from it. Flattening herself against the counter, her face pressing sideways against the polished wood, Temeraire obediently props her ass up, displaying herself like never before.
Temeraire: The fabric of the panties is utterly soaked, making the whole garment almost fully transparent, and her new position makes it quite apparent.
Completely mortified, Temeraire resolves herself to get this over with as soon as she can, and both of her hands reach for her butt. The tip of her fingers brush against her sensitive asshole, and she pries her cheeks apart, abandoning all modesty.

Cinder: Cinder is almost just as much in awe as the other patrons, many of which have begun pleasuring themselves under their tables with varying degrees of subtlety. Glancing between Tem's soaked panties and the puddle she left on her stool, Cinder can't help but giggle. "Amazing, Tem. Is that all due to me, or maybe the audience?" Cinder scoots her chair closer to Tem and reaches her hand up, still slick from toying with Tem's asshole. First one, then two fingers return to their abode, thrusting in and out of Tem's stretched pucker. Then, capitalizing on Tem exposing herself, Cinder adds a third, further stretching Tem's abused hole as she finger fucks her pet.

Temeraire: Between the time Temeraire gets in position and Cinder resumes her fingering, a few of the patrons start to rise from their seat, obviously believing the dragon disciple is now offering herself. They collapse back on their chair with disappointed groans as Cinder steps in place. She makes Temeraire cry out at the addition of a new finger, and she partly gives up her spreading to claw at the counter, leaving deep trenches in the wood.
It seems like pleasure has somewhat eclipsed her embarrassment, or perhaps embraced it? Either way, she is squirming like crazy, gradually stopping from hushing her voice and leaking noisily on the counter through the panties.
With a long, guttural moan, she is overtaken by a powerful orgasm that makes her whole body shake as she buries her face between her arms.

Cinder: Cinder continues to press and fuck Tem's asshole throughout her orgasm, only extracting her fingers once Tem's moan peters off and a puddle is left on the bar counter. Smiling with great satisfaction, Cinder pats the side of the senseless disciple's leg. "You did good, Tem. Very good. Let's get you upstairs now, c'mon." She rests her hands on Tem, trying to help her safely off the counter.

Temeraire struggles to register the sensation, but when she realizes it means her ordeal is over, she seems to recover some energy, at least enough to slide off the counter and onto her feet. She stands unsteadily on her feet, not daring to look at the audience who are no doubt observing her every move, perhaps expecting a second part.
Temeraire: Her teary eyes go to meet Cinder, and at the sight of her smug face, she frowns, recovering some of her bravado. Her agape mouth turns into a toothy snarl. "For this ... I will get back at you."
She lightly shoves the tiefling away and storms up the stairs. A thunderous BLAM resonates through the whole inn as she barricades her door with the wardrobe, no doubt to prevent any intrusion.

Cinder: "If by that, you mean you'll get me to orgasm next time, I'd welcome it." Grin undiminished, Cinder watches the disciple storm off, and laughs when she slams the door. The tiefling finishes her ale, deflecting any and all propositions from the other patrons, and leaves a couple more coins for the bartender for his trouble before heading up to her room. As she enters her room, Cinder was already thinking of what to do next time, maybe making Tem take some beads before going downstairs...