Clovis' Inferno, full Maid scene with deleted bits

The door opened, and the snow-wolf stepped in timidly.
When Clovis had bought her, she had based her pick in halfway on looks, and halfway on desolation; The girl was beautiful, sure enough, but more importantly, Clovis had found her in a brothel in a remote village on the outskirts of Pinehill, a hundred miles to the north of the forest-wolf lands, and had bought her for an absurd amount of gold, mostly to ensure that the lips of the brothel's owners would remain sealed. The maid had no home to go to, and would have nothing to gain by outing the prince.
She scanned the halfbreed with a frown.
«You look like shit, master.»
She had never been one to suger-coat things, a trait Clovis had found oddly refreshing, surrounded as she was by henchmen and lackeys who would kiss her ass to no end in the hopes of getting in on her vast fortune.
«And so what if I do? This is my room, and I'm the only one who has access to it. Also, why the hell are you here? I'm ahh-... Busy.» She replied, more angrily than she'd intended. She didn't quite know why, but being seen in such a vulnerable state riled her up more than she liked.
«I know you don't care, you never do. But you hired me to tend to your needs, and that's just what I'm trying to do here. I have a feeling you need help, even though you won't admit it to someone like me.» The girl paused, giving a condescending look to Clovis' legs. The prince looked down and realized the wetness from her groin had seeped down between her thighs, and was clearly visible from where the snow wolf stood.
«I don't need help from you, girl,» She waved dismissively. «I need only time, and my own thoughts. I hired you to wash my clothes, serve me beer, and warm my bed, like a good consort should. Don't you go thinking you can just... burst into my room and... -haah- I...» She had to stop, breathless again. The inferno in her chest felt like it was consuming more oxygen than she could force past her tightly wound bindings, and the edges of her vision had started to close in.
«Master, are you sure you're alright?»
The amount of genuine worry in the maid's voice, mixed with a smidgen of sarcasm, was almost enough to make Clovis cry out in embarrased frustration. And she would have screamed «I said I don't NEED your help, now get OUT!», had she had any air in her lungs at all.
«Look, at least let me help you out with those chest bindings before you choke, alright? That looks really painful.»
Clovis took a moment to think, but it didn't take long to reach a conclusion; She would actually prefer swallowing her tattered pride over passing out in her own bed.
«Ohkay... Get... Come here...» She puffed, before falling back onto the bed once again, letting her tail fall; No need to be prudish at this point.
The snow wolf came up to her, and examined her chest area.
«Oh wow, you're completely messed up, poor thing. First off, you need a lesson in how to tie your chest bindings; They're way too tight. Roll over on your stomach, please.»
The prince complied, begrudgingly.
She didn't quite like the maid's tone, but at the same time she felt like she had no other option than to listen.
After all, the maid had eight and a half years more experience with being a woman.
«How do you even breathe with this on? I've only tried bindings once, for a customer with peculiar tastes.» She mused as she started undoing Clovis' crude bandages.  «Felt like I was gonna black out any second. Really don't understand why you don't just wear a bra or something. Or use one of those fancy illusion spells of yours.»
«Spells can be unreliable» Clovis huffed, tugging at the loosening bandages. «I could lose my focus, or... someone could cast a dispelling curse on me. Besides, there are some people who can see right through them for some re -ah!» She gasped as the bindings came loose, and fresh, cool air flowed to her sweat-damp breasts. The bandages had been crushing her for so long that she had forgotten how good it felt to go bare-chested, and she drew a couple of refreshed breaths, feeling the cold air flowing down her throat like water.
As much as she despised her womanly chest area, she couldn't help but give her now freely hanging breasts a firm squeeze and ruffle the fur a little; Getting them out of the choking confines of the bindings had given her more relief than she had felt in weeks, and they were now tingling and itching slightly.
She laid there with her behind in the air for a while, and heard the maid maneuver up behind her.
«Okay, now lift it.» she said.
«What?» Clovis felt the daydream flash through her mind again, still vivid. What could the maid possibly earn from looking at her butt?
The snow wolf sighed. «Lift. Your tail. Women in estrus are often prone to infections and other genital complications, so I sould pr-»
«Whoa, Back off!» Clovis cut her off, sharply, and swung her tail angrily.
«You were to help me with my bindings, and nothing else. If I wanted assistance with my- uh...»
She stuttered and groped for words.
«...My predicament, then I'd go see a doctor. Now get out. When I said I didn't need your services, I meant it.»
She rolled over onto her back again.
«Why are you still here? Don't you have ale to serve downstairs?»
She didn't quite like how the young wolf eyed her. Something in the stare seemed way too knowledgeable, like she knew things that Clovis didn't.
But she did turn around, and started for the door at a somewhat mockingly slow pace.
«Okay, I guess I'll go. But, uh...»
«What.»
«I just... I really hope you weren't using your fingers. You might end up hurting yourself that way.»
It took a moment for Clovis to realize what she was talking about, but when she did she could feel blood rushing to her face.
«I didn't... I'd never... I mean, what are you talking about?»
«Oh please, I thought people said you were good at lying.» The maid's voice was dripping with sarcasm now. «Let's do the math here; It's high season for heat. You sit in a room surrounded by sexy, muscular men. Then suddenly, after getting into intimate contact with another fox, you-»
«I'm a wolf!»
«Whatever, doesn't matter. After making out with his brain or whatever, you 'suddenly' have to take care of something important, and you rush up to your room. And when I come up here to ask you what's wrong, I find you panting on the bed, wet as a used dishrag, complaining that your chest bindings are too tight. I may only have gone through estrus three times myself, but I definitely know the feeling. You hired me specifically to help take care of your personal needs, and I know what you're going through right now better than you probably do yourself. So could you please ease up a little, and let me give you some advice?»
She crossed her arms, waiting for a response.

But Clovis didn't really have one. What the young maid had described was like an exact reflection of what she herself had just gone through, and she had finally gotten an idea of what she must have looked like to the others in the tavern.
She fell into a distressed train of thought; If the maid could see through her so easily, then what about the other men? How many of them were on the right track to figuring out her secret? It hadn't taken Carver more than a single conversation to notice she was masking her scent, and he was half unconscious from the mind reading to boot.
Or worse, did they already know, and were just biding their time to use the information as leverage to overthrow her?
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless everything looked. And as if that wasn't enough, her groin had started aching hungrily again, demanding she get back to what she was doing before the young wolf had entered.
«...Master Clovis? May I?»
The prince covered here face and moaned helplessly, feeling her eyes starting to sting. Was she really going to cry? She had been through much more dire situations before, so why did everything suddenly seem so horribly complex now?
«Uurgh. Alright, fine. Please... Please help me.»
She hated how meek her voice sounded. Hated it, hated how apathetic and lost she felt, the antithesis of how she had been before the transformation. Apathy and confusion were traits of weak-willed women, the likes of which she had looked down upon and used for her entire life.
«Okay. I'll help you out. But first, you gotta let me take a look down there. See if everything's in order.»
«I-I really don't know if I want to trust you with my...eurgh. My... feminine parts.»

«Oh, would you rather get examined by someone else, like that skeevy fox guy you keep harassing? I'm sure he'd love to see you like this.»
Some part of Clovis wanted to burst out with «Yes I would, right here on the bed,» and she had to swallow hard to stop herself from saying it.
«Ah... fine. Just... Don't touch anything.» she muttered instead, spreading her legs and letting her tail fall. «It's... very sensitive.»
The maid moved in closer, and Clovis had to shudder as she felt her fingers sift through the bushy nether-fur.
She could hear a faint whistle from the maid when she found what she was looking for;
«Whew. Yep, that's one active vulva if I ever saw one, it's winking at me. And I've seen a few; I used to work at a brothel. It really is a pretty one too, un-opened wares. I'm a little jealous, to be honest.»
Clovis felt her cheeks grow warm and her whiskers bristle with shame.
«Will you... stop appraising me like I'm a goddamn luxury prostitute, and actually he-aaaAHN!»
the moan escaped her chest without asking for consent, as the young maid started prodding her oversensitive labia, running her fingers up and down the edge of the slit in a professional manner, like a doctor.
«Hm. Being able to smell you would help me determine it for sure, but I'm not seeing any signs of sickness or infection, which is good. In fact...»
The prince bit down on her finger and whined as the wolf poked her clit, pushing it into her flesh.
«...It's the healthiest pussy I've ever seen. Shame you've decided against putting it to use though, as it's clearly just begging for it. It's pretty swollen, and it opens wide at the lightest touch.
I really can't fault you for getting distracted when you're in such severe heat; I didn't had it nearly as bad last time, and I folded after only two days, jumping onto the first guy I found. Can't imagine what it must be like to have it this bad for half a week, without any kind of reprieve...»
The girl paused, and looked up at Clovis.
«So as I was saying, you didn't use your fingers, did you? That's, like, rule number three of estrus, after 'Drink plenty of water' and 'Stay away from booze»
Clovis had to take a moment to regain her breath after the examination.
«I... -hah- I don't think I followed any of those rules. What's wrong with my fingers?»
The maid snickered. «Claws, you dummy! They're not usually a problem, but if you get too excited, you may end up cutting yourself. Internal injuries like that are a pain to deal with.»
The Prince looked down at her hands. Of course. She really did feel like and idiot. There were just so many things she'd never even thought about.
«Oh, and rule number one and two.» The maid continued. «As you've probably realized, you'll be hemorrhaging water, by way of sweating, and...» She motioned towards the prince's moist groin. «...And, uh, excessive lubrication.»

The maid stepped back and looked at her, taking in her situation.
«...You look like you've been out in the desert for weeks. When was even the last time you slept?»
Clovis tried to think back, but gave up; the last week or so was just a haze of frustrations, lust and not-entirely-unwanted dreams.
«I don't... I can't sleep.» she puffed miserably. «I'm tired, but I can't sleep; I'm hungry, but I don't want food; I'm so very thirsty, but not for water...
Whenever I doze off, I have these... dreams. And when I wake up, I'm soaked in sweat and... Whatever this is.» She touched her bush gently and rubbed her fingers together, leaving a string of clear goo between them.
«I feel ill, like I have a severe fever that I can't get rid of. My entire lower belly burns like hell, and it feels like my body is trying to... do things, without my will. I- I can't...» She felt her breath choke up halfway up her throat, and her chest was a painful knot. And though she really tried her damndest to stay stoic, she could feel tears forming in her eyes. The burning between her legs was reaching new heights, and had started to spread up her belly, towards her sternum.
«I just want to... I wanna run away! I don't want these visions, or the fever, or the lust. I want to escape from this stupid, cursed body, but I can't... aarghh-»
She felt the first bitter teardrop leave her eye and roll down her cheek. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd cried; «It wasn't something men did» she had thought to herself back then, «Crying is for women and weak idiots.»
She could feel the maid watching her, with what looked like a mix of confusion and... empathy?
«...What are you looking at?» she muttered, voice cracking.
«I just... It's weird. What you're going through is pretty much exactly the same as what happened to me during my first estrus. Like looking into a mirror to the past... Only you're, what, three... four years older than me?»
She paused, and sat down on the bed next to the distressed prince.
«I know my relationship with you is supposed to be strictly professional. You never even asked my name, and told me that 'Maid' and 'Servant' would do plenty for someone of such low status... But I just can't stand to see anyone get wrecked by estrus-induced mood swings like I did when I passed eight. Even though I can't say I like your business practices, and find you to be an incurable asshat most of the time...»
She looked at the prince's ruffled, sweaty and lightly trembling body.
«I... I actually want to help you, as a person.»
Her eyes met Clovis', and for the first time she could remember, the halfbreed felt herself shrink under someone else's gaze.
«Will you let me? Heat can be hell, and the more you fight it, the more it hurts. I can help take some of the edge off, to stop you from becoming a flinching mess of cock-hungry instincts.»
Had she asked this yesterday, The prince would probably had slapped her and told her to go scrub the floor in her suite, or some other appropriate punishment for implying that she was too weak to help herself.
But now, as she lay there on the bed, her entire body ablaze with an intense craving to the point where the lust had manifested itself as a physical pain in her womb, holding back tears she didn't know the reason for crying, she realized that she truly WAS too weak. That if left alone, she would probably collapse as a sobbing mess on the bed, and pass out until one of the wolves found her,
And then...
She shuddered. She REALLY did not want to think about what would happen if any of the guild-members or other ruffians found her like this. Being seen by the maid was already embarrasing enough, but the others...
She swallowed her increasingly tattered pride once again
«Yes. Help... Help me. Please. I don't know how you would... You're not a doctor or anything, but... Please, do what you can.»
The maid smiled, and Clovis felt like she wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever.
«See? That wasn't so hard, was it? All you had to was ask.»
She rose from the bed.
«Oh, and I may not be a doctor, but I DO know exactly what you need. I used to work in a brothel, so I know all about Estrus, and the troubles that come with it.»
«You see, Estrus, when put simply, is basically just nature making sure you reproduce. It does this in two ways; One is by making you smell absolutely delicious, so all the males in a mile's radius knows you're ready to, uh... 'become a mother'...»
She took a couple whiffs.
«All I can smell here is myself, so I guess you found a way around that one with magic.»
«-And number two is by making you WANT to reproduce, in any way possible. Symptoms may include: Heat fever, reduced stamina, lewd thoughts and/or urges, wet daydreams, wet nightmares, being wet in general, extreme mood swings, abdominal burning, and most importantly: Craving for males of all kind, regardless of whether you actually like them as people.»
«Not only that, but if you somehow resist these urges and thoughts, then the symptoms will only get worse until you give in to them. I'm sure you must be in a lot of pain right now; I remember feeling the burn pretty bad myself last spring.»

It took a moment for Clovis to digest all this. She lay there for a few seconds, her thoughts racing.
She eventually spoke. «I... But how does all this help me? I can't go down there and... And let anyone... I can't indulge in these fantasies. I'd get thrown out of my own guild at best, and at worst, they'd... ah...»
The daydream flashed through her head again, and she winced as a shock of excitement came rushing from deep inside her. She really didn't want to consider any of these outcomes. So then why would her body act up like this whenever she as much as thought about them?
The maid held back a snicker.
«Well. You have me.»
She held up her hand, showcasing three smooth fingers.
«You know what I said about claws? Well, as a former consort who would take customers of both sexes, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.»
Tired and distracted as she was, Clovis couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
«...You de-clawed yourself?!»
The concept of a keidran without claws was more pathetic than anything Clovis could imagine; It was like saying goodbye to your most basic line of self-defense.
«Well, not exactly de-clawed. But I trim them till they're basically gone. Helps me... work out some stress. You know, since you like to cockblock anyone who gets near me.»
It took a moment for the prince to realize what she was referring to.
«Oh, really now? That guy tried to rape you, for God's sakes!»
«What do you know?» The maid replied, her voice a little higher now.
«Maybe I would've liked it? ...Maybe YOU would? Getting forcefully bent over a table by someone much bigger and stronger than you and having them pound you senseless with or without your consent can be rather thrilling.»
Clovis tried to form a retort, but her nethers started twitching and winking, so all she managed was a weak moan. «That really DOES sound exciting,» a cruel little voice in the back of her head whispered. «Maybe you should try it?»

«N-Nevehrr» She breathed, her hand starting to work its way down towards her ladybits once again, out of her control.
But before she could reach them, her hand was stopped by the maid.
«Heyheyhey, not with those little razors!» She mused smugly. «Here, let me...» She deftly moved her fingers down the half-fox's lower belly, towards her crotch.
«Don't... -haah- What are you doing?» She huffed.
«Just giving you a helping hand. If you're so deep into heat that a single lewd suggestion makes you helplessly molest yourself in front of others, then you've clearly gone too long without any form of relief. So just... try to lie still, alright? I promise it won't hurt, I've done this many times before... Though mostly on myself.»
«S... Stop. Don't touch m...hhaaaa-»
Clovis' protests were cut short by a red hot moan, as the wolf's experienced fingers found their way through her bushy undercarriage and landed directly on her clit. And after a few seconds, she came to understand that the pleasure she had felt from touching herself was only a fraction of what she could get from someone else.
The girl whistled. «Wow, you're really burning up down there.» She pressed slightly harder, knocking a cry of constrained pleasure from Clovis' throat.
«...And that's just on the outside. Let's see here...»
Some part of Clovis, deep inside the back of her mind told her to protest.
Told her that this was a breach of privacy more severe than anything she should allow.
Told her that she was being molested, that she should throw the maid to the other side of the room, that she should run as far away from this whole blasted situation as her legs would take her.
But that part of her was locked away behind a hundred layers of feverish heat and craving for physical release, so all she could muster in form of protest was a weak yelp.
...A yelp followed by a stifled scream, when the servant girl laid her hand flat across her open slit, and curled her middle finger inwards, into her flaring pussy.

When thinking back to it, Clovis couldn't quite put the sensation that followed into words. But if she were to try, she would've compared it with taking the lid off a boiling pot, and letting the steam blast her in the face; Her body heating up so fast and hard that it actually felt cold for a second, making her shiver.
The maid said something, but she couldn't hear it; Blood was rushing through her ears now, blocking every other noise behind an intense static, like a roaring fire.
She arced her back and spread her legs further, pushing herself down onto the maid's fingers.
The wolf girl must've taken the hint, Clovis concluded, because a second later her finger dug in even deeper, and the prince could only grab onto the sheets and try to breathe normally in between her own helpless moans.
The thunderous roar in her ears eventually gave way for a steady thumping as the maid gently worked her finger in and out between her fleshy lips, and she could finally start to make out what the girl was saying, through her own shamefully high-pitched outbursts.
«...Like sticking my finger into a wet furnace.» She commented, her voice steady, but with a new undertone that Clovis couldn't quite place, dazed as she was.
«Your lips spread so easily to let me in, but once I- ergh...»
She pulled her finger out slowly, only to stick it back in even deeper than before, her index and ring fingers now also pressing against the halfbreed's labia.
Clovis had to bite her tongue to stop herself from shrieking.
«...Once I get it in there, it's like you... clamp down, somehow. I actually have trouble pulling back out.» The maid puffed, and after a short moment of consideration, stuffed her index finger in as well.
This time, resistance was futile, and the prince couldn't stop the scream from escaping her now heaving chest; It was short and high, more like a squeak, really. But she still clasped her hand across her mouth, shocked.
The servant giggled. «Oh, you poor thing. I've never. Seen. Anyone. This. Desperate. Before. Not. Even. Myself.» She punctuated every word with another thrust, each one a little more intense than the one before.
At this point, Clovis had resigned herself to the fact that she had next to no control of her own muscles, her hips gyrating in tandem with the maid's hand, bearing down whenever her fingers pulled out, and jolting up when she pushed them in. So when she discovered that her own hand had started sneaking upwards to her left breast, she felt little surprise.
The fluff on her chest was bristling intensely in all directions, but she still found her way through easily as she ruffled across her fuzzy chest, and after only half a second of fumbling she could feel her fingers butting into something hard inside the soft fur.
Though her eyes were closed in ecstacy, she could somehow feel the maid eyeing her as she started rubbing her finger across the nipple in a circular pattern.
«Hmmm. I must say, you are actually... Really cute when you're all splayed out like this... Kinda makes me wanna...»
Clovis once again failed to hold back a loud gasp as the girl, tantalizingly slowly, pulled her fingers back out. And true enough, it really did feel like her hungry bits were biting down toothlessly onto her fingers, sucking at them like it was trying to keep them from slipping all the way out.

But once they did come out, the heat returned tenfold, and it felt as if her body had been thrown into a fire.
«Kah.. Glh» She sputtered, trying to take back the reins of her tongue. It was lolling around in her mouth like that of a panting dog, and her bits were aching with need. She could feel them opening and shutting, like a baby bird's mouth waiting for food.
«Aghnll... Ph-pleahse...» The concepts of shame and personal integrity had been pushed so far into the back of her mind that she might as well have forgotten their existence.
«Please -haah- Don't stop!» she whined. All she needeed right now was for the girl to get back to pleasing her. Anything else could wait.
«Aheh...» The maid Cleared her throat «Just a moment, 'master' Clovis.» She said the last part in an almost mocking tone, and on a different day, would've gotten scolded for it.
Squinting through a haze of heat and ecstatic tears, Clovis could see the young wolf unlacing the front of her uniform, and going down on her knees in front of the bed. It wasn't until she felt her warm breath against her own underside that she understood what was about to happen, and tried her best to relax.
«Oh wow» She could hear the girl blurt out. «It really is a dripping wet mess down here. You've actually soaked all the way down your tail and onto the carpet. I'm surprised you haven't died from dehydration at this rate... Ergh, guess I really gotta earn my paycheck here...»
Clovis halfway shuddered, halfway giggled as the wolf's tongue made contact with the underside of her tail; It tickled a lot more than she had expected. And though the maid's thorough cleaning made her a little impatient, she couldn't help but get a little excited at the prospect of having another girl eat her out.
It was something she had done many times herself as a man, but never had she even imagined what it would feel like from the other side of the mirror.
The wolf worked her way up her tail, lapping away heavily.
«Y' know,» She could hear her mumble between two mouthfuls of wet fur «I always thought you were -mlehm- really pretty. I wish I could smell you. Would -mhlf- Make for a more complete picture.»
«R-Really?» The reply slipped out before she could think. No one had ever called her pretty before. It was a strange, yet oddly exciting compliment to get.
«Mhm.» The licks had moved upwards to the base of her tail, dangerously close to her butt now. «I'd kill to have a body like yours. People -mlkh- tell me I'm beautiful all the -mhla- time... but compared to you... -mfh- You're... You're just really cute, even without makeup.»
The best compliment she had ever gotten to her appearance as a man was “Handsome,” and her chest tingled at the thought of others seeing her as pretty.
“Th-thank you. I-yiik-!” she squeaked as the maid's tongue reached her butt. The long licks along her tail and into her bottom made her shudder, and she bit down on her finger.
The maid then made her way up along her inner thigh, carefully cleaning everything around her bits.
She chewed on her bush; “Mhmh. You taste better than anything we'd ever serve at my old workplace. Never got to spend much time with other girls in heat, so this is... -mhmf-...”
“Look... I don't need you to -hah- clean me, I can manage that myself. Puh...Please.”
The girl giggled, pressing her face into the prince's muff like a pillow; “Very well, your royal wetness. Just wondering, though...”
“Yuh... Yes?”
“This room does have sound-muffling spells around it, right? I know you have lock spells and such, but-”
“Yes it does! N-Now get to it before I... I... aaaargh!”
She didn't really know what would happen to her if the maid didn't get back to relieving her, but the pressure in her head and the burning spreading through her entire body made her feel like she would literally explode.
“Fine, then. Now hold onto something...”
Clovis could only gasp as the maid's thick tongue made contact with her oversensitive labia. She straightened her legs, and spread them farther to give her full access to her ladybits.
“It's funny to think...” The girl mumbled, her muzzle already soaked, “That just five minutes ago, you were shouting at me to get out of your room. But here you are, spreading 'em wide, begging for me to eat you out. This is...” She gave a deep lick, her tongue sliding in between Clovis' swollen lips, forcing a high-pitched whine from her throat “...This is what estrus does to you. You're lucky it was I who came in here, and not one of your male friends. Who knows what they would've done...”
The prince felt herself snapping for breath at the thought of what could've happened; The forbidden suggestions at the back of her mind became more prevalent every time the maid alluded to them, and they sent a jolt of vigorous energy through her frame.
She traced her hand back down towards her clit, but but was once again stopped by the maid; “Oh, you just relax, I'll be getting to that part soon.”
The concept of “relaxing” was not something Clovis could really fathom at this point, but she obeyed anyways, tracing her hand up to her breast instead.

Her nipple was now poking halfway through her thick chest-fluff, and she squeezed the tip of it between her fingers.
The wolf girl hooked her arms around the half-fox's legs, and let her hands fall onto her belly, rubbing it gently with her smooth fingertips.
She then opened her jaws wide, placing her upper fangs just above the halfbreed's clitoris, and her lower ones just above her butthole.
Clovis tried to shy away from the wolf's prickly teeth and hot breath, but her body decided to stay in place.
The wolf's tongue dug deeper this time, past her quivering lips and straight into her aching front entrance. She could hear her own claws digging into the sheets, tearing them apart.
Even though the maid's tongue was warm inside her, she almost felt cold, as if the heat was leaking out of her and into the girl's mouth.
And as the tongue dug deeper, she found her cries and moans impossible to suppress, once again rising and swelling up through her chest.
Little suns and stars were dancing across her vision, and she could feel something starting to build in her sternum; a sort of pressure, expanding and swirling inside her, trying to break free.
The girl placed one last lick, deeper than the others, before pulling her tongue out, licking her own lips. Her breath was heavy now, excited.
She bent in closer, and closed her mouth around the prince's twitching clit.
Clovis could, through teary eyes, see her own toes splay in ecstacy as the maid nibbled at her most sensitive spots.
With her free hand, she grabbed the wolf's hair, as if to anchor herself to reality, to stop herself from flying away in a storm of pleasure.
But as the licks and nibbles continued, the pressure inside her steadily rising, she suddenly noticed something odd. There was a new smell in the room. It had just now presented itself, but was already overriding the scents of rain, dust and wolf.
It was highly familiar to Clovis, as she had smelt it for over a decade before the transformation, so often in fact, that she had grown accustomed to it.
But it seemed out of place to her right now, as she hadn't smelt it in almost half a year.
It was the smell of herself.
Not only that, but it was warped by an intense odour, making it almost unrecognizable.
The maid recoiled slightly, before drawing a couple sniffs. “Mmmh, there it is. You... You're able to make even me dizzy with that scent! If any man smelled you, he'd probably explode on the spot.” She dove back in, munching and licking with renewed vigour.
Somewhere deep inside Clovis' mind, a thousand tiny alarms had started ringing. If her scent-masking spells had started failing, then what about her other incantations? Had the door lock failed as well? The sound-muffling? How about her protective charms? What if...
“S-Stop! I... I don- nghhh!” She tried her best to protest, but ended up biting her tongue. The wolf was lapping away, deep and hungrily now, only coming up to draw deep breaths.
She tried to force her hand up and stop the girl with magic. But her right arm disobeyed, laying there uselessly. She sensed magic coursing down from her bracelet, but it sputtered out through her fingers in the form of powerless sparks, rather than energy.
She made one last attempt.
“Pl-please don... I-I need- Hlnnaah-” The rest of her sentence drew out into a loud moan as the girl's tongue hit a spot on the inside of her vulva, a couple inches in.
The moan turned into a scream as she pressed her tongue even harder up against the spot, and the prince found herself grabbing the girl's hair and pulling her face into her muff, hard.
All this accomplished however, was to smush her muzzle into the halfbreed's ladybits, and the girl didn't at all seem to mind having her face stuffed into someone else's privates.
In fact, she only worked harder, digging her tongue deeper than before, into the unplumbed depths of the prince's pussy, her breath now occasionally interrupted by subtle moans.
Clovis gave up and threw her head back, her body and voice completely lost in the throes of ecstacy; She had tried time and time again to contain herself, but had found that it was an uphill battle. The jolts of pure, uncontained pleasure were building up, and were flying out through her throat in the form of moans and squeals.
Then, without much warning, her entire body contorted and convulsed as the pulses became too much for her, and sent her over the edge, into the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Her grip on the wolf's head tightened, and she could distantly feel her thighs spastically snapping shut like a pair of scissors, locking the servant's head to her groin. She felt her spine arch, and her free hand squeeze her breast, claws embedding themselves in her fur. Her head sank backwards into the mattress as she shut her eyes and cried out, and for a while the only thing she could see or hear was darkness, and the intense roaring of her pulse through her ears.
After a few seconds, she realized that she must've blacked out for a short while; The maid was now lying on top of her, with a mixed expression of concern and arousal coating her face. The entire front of her face was soaking wet, and her whiskers were ruffled and jutting in all directions.
“You -hah- okay there, Clovis? I think you went out for a second...”