February 2018 Sketchbook Pt. 1 (Patreon)

Here's pt. 1 of February's sketchbook! Featuring: Cinder and Frost, A'khyl/Calla, A'khyl/Dayo and a reference pose for Saffron!

And a little story to go with a couple of the images:

An Unusual Client

Calla had been a courtesan for a while, and she enjoyed it. Even though she was considered 'high class,' there were still plenty who'd look down their nose at her, but probably they were jealous. She got to bed people and make a fine living at it. There were, of course, downsides. Generally her needs weren't the priority with her clients - theirs came first. And that was what they paid for, so she was fine with it. A'khyl was not her usual client... 

She didn't know that immediately. He seemed nervous, which was the usual, and he seemed to want to ask something but couldn't get the nerve to form the words, also fairly common. She smiled and said, "whatever you're looking to try, the worst I can say is 'no,' and I promise that it won't come with any judgement." 

Usually, this put a client at ease. Not A'khyl. He still fidgeted and stood three meters away, across the hotel room, like she might bite. So she patted the bed beside her and waited. Silently, he acquiesced, the mattress sinking beside her. She took that opportunity to lean into him, a hand on his chest. "Why don't I try to loosen you up a little first?" she said, sliding a hand from the thick hair of his mane, down his belly and further. To her surprise, he wasn't even a little hard, but he gave a jolt and grabbed her wrist to stop her. 

"No, I-" he hesitated again. All he said was, "let's start with you." 

She wasn't sure what that meant, but he guided her to lie back down on the bed. Missionary seemed tame for all his fussing, but he didn't climb on top of her. He sunk down to the end of the bed. 

Oh.

Calla let out a tiny breath as the lion's tongue lapped up the crease of her in one long, hot stripe. She shivered. Taking that as encouragement, he did it again, holding her legs open. His tongue parted her lips and slid over her pink petals. On the third lap his tongue went deeper still. She shuddered and grabbed a fistful of his mane, grabbed the pillow and arched her back. He took full advantage, advancing onto the bed and gripping her hips, spreading her for the warm invasion of his tongue. And it wasn't that Calla had never done this, but the way he pleasured her was so single-minded and... determined. Like her pleasure mattered more than his own. His feline tongue was just slightly rough and she suddenly wanted badly to wrap her thighs over his shoulder and just - move. Move against that wonderful tongue and his muzzle until the vibrations of his purr made her cum. 

He gave her hips an encouraging tug, pulling her closer. Licking his lips, he pulled away just long enough to growl, "take what you want from me."

She did. She took fistfuls of his mane in both hands and rubbed her pussy against his lips and tongue. A'khyl's cock was full mast and straining, leaking, by then, but he didn't touch himself or ask for her to do so. He didn't stop lavishing her pussy with attention until she was quivering from head to hoof, whimpering, overfull with ecstasy. She found herself reaching climax before she'd so much as touched him, arching her head to the side to bury her moans in the pillow.

Coming down, the confusion set in just a little. Why was he paying her to pleasure her like this? But it started to dawn on her as he slid off the edge of the bed, standing, pulling her to the edge, hunger in his blue eyes but also satisfaction. 

Perhaps, she theorized, he couldn't get off unless she could. Maybe what he liked best was seeing his partner completely at the mercy of his pleasure? 

She decided to test the theory. She rolled over, planting her hooves on the carpet and arching her tail. "Please," she said, glancing over her shoulder. A'khyl tilted his head, a question in his soft eyes. "Please, I can't wait anymore," she continued. "I want you inside me."

She expected he'd lose control. Most did at such an invitation. She expected him to pounce and press himself in all at once. But he didn't. A low growl of pleasure and he positioned himself - she felt the considerable weight of him resting against the crack of her ass - but he didn't put it in. Instead he rubbed the head between her lips. Just a little. Just enough that she could feel how big and hard he was. She let out a low mewl of frustration and that seemed to excite him, because he rubbed a little harder. Enough that she felt the pressure of the head against her entrance for a moment as he almost - almost - slid inside. He rubbed his cock against her clit and slid up and then - just the tip - inside. 

It was maddening. She tried to press back but he had her by the hips and she couldn't move. Did he want her to beg? She had no shame. She'd beg. She had to admit to herself that, though she'd enjoyed her job up until this point, this was something else. This felt amazing. All control wrested from her, she could do nothing but what he allowed. 

"Please, PLEASE," she begged. "I want all of it. I want all of it n-" 

She'd half expected him to make her wait longer, or beg harder, but he didn't do that either. She'd barely finished speaking when the thick intrusion of his cock's head slipped past her lips and deeper. She smothered a moan in the sheets, bit down on them as he buried himself to the root. She felt the fur of his belly tickle her rump. She arched her back, fisted her hands in the sheets and gave in to him. 

He rode her, alternating hard and soft, listening attentively to her moans and ramping up when they grew soft, pulling back when she seemed too close. It seemed a long time that he spent pounding her into the mattress. He'd slide a hand between her thighs and massage her clit with the pads of two thick fingers when her energy flagged. When she glanced over her shoulder it was to see him smiling, teeth gritted, pleased with how her thighs shook enough he had to hold her up, pleased she was beyond words. When he came - finally, in gouts that streamed down her thighs and filled her with heat - it was only after she'd cum so hard her vision temporarily went starry and her legs finally gave out completely. 

Yes, A'khyl was quite an unusual client... And as word spread, many of the courtesans found themselves courting him for an appointment rather than the other way around.