Chapter 9: After Hours

Iro spent the rest of his day wandering aimlessly around the mansion, the front and back yards, doing his best to avoid Zeltaria. It wasn’t too hard, given that her hooves clicked on the fine tile or stone floors like high heels, echoing through the halls and into adjacent rooms. Whenever he heard those strong footsteps, he’d change direction and go explore somewhere else.

This strategy worked for a while, until he found himself in a dead end. He was exploring a back hallway on the first floor when he heard hoof footfalls echoing behind him. He quickly dipped into a side door and found himself in a library. The room was large, extending out a way and up to a second floor. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a second door, just tall stained-glass windows across from the entry door.

He was looking among the shelves for a decent hiding place when the door opened behind him, the hooves coming to a halt.

“Mister Iro, could you stand still a moment? I’ve been chasing you for five minutes!” Iro turned around to find Cerys the centaur standing in the doorway, clutching a folder in her arms and staring him down. “O-oh! S-sorry, Miss Cerys. I thought you might have been…um, never mind. What can I do for you?”

Cerys closed the distance between them and handed him the folder. “Our full disclosure documents, your licenses, permissions, a few ID cards…the usual for working with an ambassador. Please give all of them a complete read and sign where indicated. I’ve highlighted those for you.” She held out the folder and Iro gently took it, flipping open the cover and pawing through the first few pages.

He closed the folder and looked back up at Cerys. “When will you need these back?”

Cerys folded her hands in front of her and shrugged lightly. “Whenever you can. We’re not in any real hurry, as Master Zeltaria will not be expected back with the parliament for a week or two. And even then, she may or may not request your company, so having your licenses and IDs certified is not immediately required.” She began to back out of the library, pulling on the door. “But the sooner the better. Just so you aren’t…~surprised~ by anything that may or may not happen to you.”

The door clicked shut, and Iro felt a little bit of dizziness in his head. He found a bench to sit on. ~All of this is…coming at me so fast…I don’t think ~anything~ could have prepared me for…all of this…~

Iro looked down at the folder and flipped it open again, actually reading through things this time, now that Cerys was gone and he was seated.

“The ‘house’ does not require absolute cooperation, but reserves the right to release an employee for any reason upon failure to comply…full benefits on release…prestigious position, yadda yadda yadda, legal jargon…legal jargon…”

“There’s an important clause about sex in there too.”

“GAH!” Iro jumped out of his skin and spun, looking for the source of the voice. Finding nothing, he looked up and found Aranya hanging from the ceiling just above him, suspended by a sturdy strand of silk, nearly touching him and easily within reading distance.

“Anyone ever tell you that’s terrifying, and not to do that?” Iro asked once he’d gotten his breathing under control.

The spider covered her mouth and giggled softly, smiling at Iro once she’d gotten over her bout of the giggles.

“Of course. Though Holly has become quite accustomed to it, and she’s…sort of my only real ~friend~?”

She descended a little further, nearly touching Iro. “And…after today, I think you might fall into that category too…”

She reached a clawed hand out to cup Iro’s cheek, the dog boy frozen in surprise, panic, terror, and arousal when the library door opened again. “Ara? Are you teasing the new boy again?”

Both the half-spider and the dog jumped. Aranya, in her panic, accidentally scratched Iro’s cheek with her claws, causing him to yelp in pain.

Aranya let out an “eep” in surprise and was about to move to check Iro’s cheek when a red-skinned hand caught her wrist and pulled it away.

Iro, clutching his clawed cheek, looked up to see Zeltaria glaring at the spider. “That’s quite enough, Aranya. You may go now.”

The spider reverted to her timid personality in the presence of the red-eyed, red-skinned, horned demoness.

“Y-yes, Zel… Sorry, Iro…” With practiced movements, she ascended her silk strand and escaped to the ceiling of the library, vanishing into the rafters.

Zeltaria turned her full attention to Iro once Aranya was out of sight. She gently grasped his wrist and pulled his blood-stained hand away from his face, the fur slowly soaking up the blood from the scratches.

“Hmm, doesn’t look ~too~ bad…we’ll need you out of the uniform. Blood stains something ~fierce. ~Don’t know about the fur, but we’ll work on it. Come.”

She stood and pulled Iro up after her, the folder falling from his hands and scattering documents around the bench. Zeltaria didn’t seem to care.

Bending slightly, she swept Iro off his feet and easily carried him in her arms, walking slowly with the rhythmic clicking of her hooves announcing their passage.

Zeltaria didn’t speak much, mostly just consoling Iro about the scratches, apologizing on behalf of Aranya, and telling him she would ~take care of him~.

Every step made Iro’s heart beat a little faster, and from the looks she gave him, he was sure she knew it.

With a push, Zeltaria carried Iro through a door and into a lavish bedroom. Iro looked around as Zeltaria carried him toward an open bathroom door.

The bed was easily the largest he’d ever seen, complete with curtains and sturdy pillars on all four corners to hold them up.

Iro suspected the closed door opposite the open bathroom was the closet, given that there were no dressers or wardrobes, like in his own room.

In place of such furniture was a couch opposite a pair of armchairs with a coffee table between them and a plush loveseat tucked in the corner, underneath a window overlooking the backyard.

Zeltaria gently placed Iro on the rim of a spacious bathtub, then strutted over to a cabinet to fetch a bandage and a cleaning wipe. She held them up as she returned to him.

“You recognize these, right? After your time in the United States, I’m sure you’re familiar with human remedies for injuries.”

She knelt before him, her eyes level with his, and gently cupped his jaw to examine his wound.

“Old remedies usually involved pixie dust and a bottle of green goo. Say what you want about humans, they’ve done wonders for keeping themselves and others alive and well.”

She brushed Iro’s blood-stained fur aside and applied an alcohol wipe to the open wound. “It’s small, all things considered. You and your fur are lucky. Ara…well, she’s had some ~accidents~ in the past.

“I took her in. She owes me a lot, and she knows what I expect from her, but we all make mistakes.”

She dabbed the stinging patch on his skin, wiping away the fresh blood before applying a bandage to the wound, soaking up the remaining unclotted blood.

“There! Nice and clean. The blood stains should wash out by morning.” Zeltaria slowly stood up and gave Iro a once-over. “~Now~…I need a little something from you.”

Iro, still lightly touching his wounded cheek, looked up at Zeltaria and swallowed hard. “W-what can I do for you, m-m—”

“Zel.”

“…Zel?”

The demoness rested her left hand on her own cheek, gently biting a finger as her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkled while she stared at Iro.

“I’ve had…a ~stressful~ week. Endless meetings, poor nutrition, and only poor Aranya for my, ~ahem~, ~relief~.”

She lifted her right hand and snapped her fingers, and all the lights in the room went out, replaced by soft candlelight.

“And once Cerys told me she’d found, well, ~you~…Well, you can imagine how long it’s been since then.”

She ran her hand through the fur under his ear and along his jawline. “Tell me, Mister Iro, did you read everything in that packet Cerys gave you? Or was I too quick to ~find you~?”

Her words swirled and danced in Iro’s ear, enticing him in ways he didn’t think possible.

Iro swallowed a little harder as Zeltaria’s fingernail flicked off his chin. The demoness stood to her full height and gazed down at him, crossing her arms and propping up her ample chest.

“N-not quite…but…Aranya mentioned something about a ~sex clause~?”

Zeltaria’s eyes narrowed and her lips curled upward. “Oh ~good, ~you got to the important part.”

She turned and flicked her tail behind her as she walked into the bedroom. “Momma needs relief, puppy. Be a dear and help out?”

She disappeared into the bedroom and Iro felt his heart pounding. He didn’t know what she would do to him, but he had a pretty good idea of what she was asking.

Rising from the edge of the bathtub, Iro walked into the bedroom just in time to see Zel disappear into the closet, leaving the door open. He glanced at the exit door, weighed his options, then went and locked it shut.

“Good choice, puppy. Now, why don’t you get out of that stuffy uniform.” Zel’s voice came from the closet, and Iro quickly wriggled out of the maid’s uniform, folding it clumsily and setting it on a chair.

He was about to move toward the closet when Zeltaria stepped back into view and took his breath away.

Leaning in the doorway, one arm raised above her head while the other traced tantalizing lines up her smooth skin, Zel had swapped her dress for a set of incredibly revealing lingerie.

Black lace adorned her skin, a tight pair of stockings held up by a black garter, a spiderweb corset, exposed breasts, and matching sleeves extending from her palms to her upper arms.

A black choker was her only accessory above the shoulders, but her horns glinted a bit more brightly than usual and her eyes held an intense red glow.

Most importantly, and most surprising to Iro, was a half-erect cock hanging between her legs. A slightly deeper red than she was, it appeared humanlike.

Seeing his eyes trace up and down her body, lock on her cock, and his mouth drop slightly, Zel giggled and fondled the meaty shaft. “Like what you see, puppy? Want to give it a ride?”

Iro swallowed, cast a quick glance at the door, and returned his attention to Zeltaria. “Y-yes…Mommy?”

Zeltaria let out a low growl, her devilish grin widening, and with lightning speed, she closed the distance between them and lifted him off the floor with two strong arms under his armpits.

She looked him up and down and gave his spider silk-bound groin a definite stare. “That’s a good boy. ~Come here~.”

She spun and carried Iro to the bed, setting him down and pulling his tail out of the way as she pushed him flat and snagged his underwear with both hands. “Did Ara make these for you? What happened to yours?”

Iro’s cheeks puffed up and his ears shot upright. He looked away and mumbled, “Ara…destroyed them.”

Zeltaria laughed as she tugged on the silky garment, his legs limply coming together as she pulled them free and tossed them aside.

“She has a habit of getting ahead of herself. ~I~ relish in getting ahead of myself.”

As if to prove her point, Zel gripped Iro’s small penis in one hand, closing her smooth hand around the erect shaft and gently tugging on it as she pulled one leg aside and positioned herself between his legs.

“Tell me, pup, are you enjoying your new job?”

Iro, breathing heavily as he squirmed under her touch, looked up, but his answer was replaced by a moan as her shaft pressed against and buried itself inside his asshole.

Zeltaria relentlessly pressed herself deeper and deeper inside him, every inch spreading him wider and wider and earning more and more moans.

Iro, his cheeks flushed a deep red and his tail half-tucked, twitched nervously against the bed. He squirmed beneath her as Zeltaria began to rhythmically stroke his cock, matching the tempo of her thrusts.

Leaning over Iro, Zel continued to move her hips, her actions relentless against his hole. She whispered into his ear, “Go ahead, ~puppy~, cum for me…”

Caught in a fog of desire, Iro nodded, gasping at Zel’s command.

His body tensed, legs curling as he clenched around her. Iro’s cock erupted in Zel’s hand, shooting three spurts onto his chest. The remaining dribbles trickled over Zel’s hand as his cock softened.

“~Good boy~. Now it’s Mommy’s turn.” Zeltaria gripped Iro’s waist, her movements becoming a series of rapid thrusts. She buried herself as deep as she could, climaxing and filling Iro’s well-used hole.

As she came down from her high, Zeltaria gently caressed Iro’s thighs, her thrusts slowing as she softened. She pulled herself free, crawling around Iro to lie on the bed, getting comfortable.

“Puppy?” she called softly, catching the attention of a half-asleep Iro. She extended her arms in a welcoming gesture. “Come here.”

With a lethargic movement, Iro rolled onto his hands and knees, making his way to Zeltaria. Her warm cum leaked from his hole as he crawled into Zel’s arms, the larger demoness cradling the tired canine in her embrace.

Zeltaria hummed contentedly as Iro snuggled on top of her, her hands slowly massaging his body. “~There~, now how do you feel about your new occupation?”