Fiala was fast but efficient in her task. While she worked, Doc asked her about the table in the room, and she told him that massages were sometimes part of bathing. Doc declined when she asked, but only because he was as eager as she was to go upstairs.
When he sat down to rinse off, he turned the taps off. When Fiala leaned over to make sure his back was clean, Doc chuckled as he reached up and pulled her into the tub with him.
“Doc? I told you—”
“Shh,” Doc said, placing a finger over her lips. “It’s just my turn to make sure you’re clean. I had to get you wet first, remember?”
Fiala giggled, “Okay, but this tub isn’t nearly big enough for the both of us.”
“Oh, I’m sure if we tried, we could both be happy with the fit,” Doc said, shifting her around so her back was to him and his rigid flesh was pressing against her. “However, some things aren’t done in these rooms.” Standing slowly, he stepped out of the tub and picked up the soap. “Now that you’re all wet and ready, why don’t you stand up for me?”
Fiala exhaled as she did so, “I can’t tell if you’re mean, cunning, or smart.”
“All of them are valid options,” Doc chuckled, reaching down to start with her legs.
His hands moved more slowly than hers had, and he didn’t go faster even when she asked. He took his time, just happy to have a willing woman in his hands. By the time he finished, Fiala was flushed and breathing a little fast, though he hadn’t touched her inappropriately more than once or twice. Helping her rinse the soap off, he smiled at the small, almost silent purr that he felt as he rinsed her back.
“Now we’re done,” Doc said, standing up and getting a towel from where it hung near the table.
“Yes,” Fiala murmured as she stepped out, the water glistening against her skin. She shivered when the cool air washed over her, both nipples becoming diamond points as Doc walked back toward her.
“Ladies first,” Doc said, wrapping the towel around her and helping rub her dry.
“I’m not a lady, though,” Fiala said softly.
“You are. You are with me, at the very least,” Doc replied gently. “There’s no need to treat you as anything other than a lady, unless you want it that way.”
Fiala swallowed and let him dry her, her mind a jumbled mix of emotions. She had the occasional man treat her well, but Doc was going too far; he truly was trying to treat her like a lady.
“Doc… please stop,” Fiala finally managed as he kneeled down to dry her legs.
“Huh?” Doc asked, stopping.
“We’ll ruin me if you keep doing this,” Fiala said. “I’m not a lady. We both know what I do and what my heritage is.”
“Doesn’t matter to me,” Doc said, standing back up. “Not on either count. If you need me to stop, though, I’ll try, but I can’t stop everything.”
“Let me dry you,” Fiala said, taking the towel from his unresisting hand.
No more words were spoken between them as they finished getting dressed. Walking down the hall, Fiala poked her head in the kitchen to inform Posy that they had left clothing to be cleaned in the bathing room.
As they were leaving the back hall, they came out to see another of the girls on the stage. Doc slowed his steps to listen to her sing. A smile touched his lips at the song, backed by piano, and Fiala had to take his hand to get him moving up the stairs again.
Hand in hand, they walked down the hall of the third floor until they reached Doc’s room. Doc led her inside, closing the door behind them and securing the latch. Fiala stood by the single table in the room, watching him while her tail flicked back and forth behind her.
“Fiala, there are two things I really want to do with you. You might feel like it’s me trying to treat you like a lady again, but they are things I want. Will you accept them?”
“What are they?” Fiala asked.
“A simple massage, to start with. I want to get the chance to really know your body before we move onto other things.”
“The other?”
Doc wondered what phrasing would make sense to her. “I want to bury my face between your thighs until you can’t take any more.”
Fiala’s jaw fell open and she shifted in place, her tail swishing faster. “You want to… do that… with me?”
“If you’ll let me. I enjoy the act, knowing that I can bring the woman with me to orgasm with only the smallest part of me.”
“Only if you let me return the favor.”
“Won’t say no to that,” Doc smiled, “but I should warn you that I can get a little… aggressive when I’m close to orgasm.”
Fiala’s lips twitched, “Good. It’ll make it easier for me to retain my view of myself.”
“I can do some commanding if that’ll make you more comfortable,” Doc chuckled.
“Oh?”
Doc met her eyes and his voice became firm, “Strip and get on the bed.”
Fiala’s eyes widened and she shivered, her tail stilling for a moment. “As you wish, Doc.”
Pulling his own clothing off, he set it on the table while Fiala draped hers on the chair. Once she was done, she went and laid on the bed, watching him while he finished undressing and crossed the room to her.
“On your stomach. I want to start with your back,” he kept his voice firm, yet tinged with caring.
Fiala did as he asked, her tail twitching as he sat on the bed beside her. She breathed out when his hands touched her shoulders first. Small soft sounds escaped her as he began to work her muscles, breaking up the small bits of tension she had.
Seeing her occupied with just feeling the massage, Doc did what he wanted to do. Hands glowing softly as he invoked his magic, he continued to massage her. While he worked on her, he could feel the spots where she needed healing. Broken vertebrae in her tail near the spine, a touch of virus in her lungs, her left small toe broken four times... Doc cataloged them, surprised that he didn’t find any venereal diseases at all.
Fiala felt the warmth emanate from his hands and relaxed even more, just letting him pamper her, though she did feel that it was wrong to indulge like she was. Her breathing evened out a moment later when the tightness in her chest vanished, but she dismissed it as finally relaxing. When his hands reached the base of her tail, she stiffened slightly. She was aware of how her tail cricked there because of an old, cruel patron. Doc didn’t seem to pay any attention to it as he slowly dragged one of his hands up her tail, the other working around the base, softly kneading her flesh.
Doc felt her tense just before he straightened her tail, but she relaxed again when he didn’t pause on her previous injury. When he finished with her tail and worked down her legs, Fiala began to purr gently, making Doc smile. He decided to leave the toe alone— it hadn’t bothered her and would give everything away if she came to realize she had sensation in that toe again.
“Roll over, please,” he said softly when he let go of her feet.
With a heavy sigh of languidness, Fiala turned over, her eyes heavy. “Are we done?”
“Only halfway,” Doc whispered, smiling down at her. He started at her legs and began to massage his way up her body.
Fiala’s breath came a little faster when his hand touched her sex. Spreading her legs another inch, she invited him to explore to his heart’s content.
“Okay, we can stop,” Doc smiled at her and let his fingers part her folds. He leaned over her and caught one of her hard nipples in his mouth.
Fiala gasped as his mouth and hand began to bring her already aroused body to greater heights. “Doc…” she whispered his name as her back arched gently.
Not wanting to take her too far, he slowed his fingers. “Now for the second thing I wanted,” he told her before kissing his way from her breasts down her body.
Fiala nodded, willing to let him do anything he wanted to her in that moment. Some of the men had wanted to pleasure her body before their own, but none of them had gone as far as Doc had, much less as far as he was a
bout to.
Spreading her legs wider, Doc came to a rest between them, his tongue gently tracing her sex. Fiala moaned and arched into the sensation, wanting more. Doc was happy to oblige her, but also wanted to take his time.
Minutes rolled past them as Doc did his best to bring her to the edge and hold her there. Fiala moaned, purred, and eventually started to beg for release. When his tongue cramped from his exertions, Doc decided it was time. Focusing his attention to her clit, he pushed her over the edge.
Body shaking, mind reeling, Fiala wasn’t aware of her hands clutching his head and holding him in place while her body bucked and writhed. Doc was shocked when she grabbed him and at the strength of her grip. Not one to be outdone, instead of stopping and letting her calm down, he clamped down on her sensitive flesh with his lips and gently massaged it. Eyes going wide, Fiala gave a hard shudder before going completely limp, her eyes rolling up in her head.
Once she had released him from her grip, Doc slowed his actions before stopping and gasping a little for breath. Seeing her unconscious, he chuckled as he shifted position on the bed and waited for her to wake up a little.
Eyes fluttering open as her body hummed with pleasure, Fiala exhaled and tried to focus. “Doc?”
“Awake?”
“Hmm, yes… that was—!” Fiala began, cutting off instantly when a new sensation started.
Doc smiled as he pressed forward into her, getting a deep and guttural moan to come out of her. Taking his time, he had to work before he was fully inserted inside her, even with as wet as she was. When he finally came to a stop deep inside of her, he leaned forward and kissed her softly. “Ready for the finish?”
Eyes unfocused, Fiala reached up and pulled him back to her, kissing him deeply as her legs wrapped around his waist. Taking her actions as consent, Doc slowly worked in and out of her as the kiss continued. He would have liked to continue for a while, but he was past ready to explode himself. Doing his best to delay his own orgasm, he tried to keep his pace slow and steady.
After a couple of minutes, he sped up. Fiala let go of his head, shifting to grip his shoulders instead. “Oh, Doc… more… more…!”
Her urging only pushed him to finish. Slamming into her hard and deep, he felt the moment coming. Sharp pain in his shoulders made him hunch forward and gasp, but that didn’t stop him from erupting inside of her, not even when Fiala bit into his neck and made him bleed. The extra sensation only made him cum harder, which was enough to send her into another orgasm of her own. Mouth leaving his neck, she slammed her body into his, demanding everything he had.
Panting, spent, in pain, and awash in pleasure, Doc slumped on the bed beside Fiala. Summoning healing hands, he touched his shoulders and neck and felt the pain recede. A soft snore from beside him told him everything he needed to know. Healed but exhausted, he managed to get the blanket and pull it over them as he snuggled in beside her and let sleep claim him.
Chapter Eleven
A soft sigh in Doc’s ear woke him up. Fiala was beside him in bed with her mouth wide open, a line of drool dripping onto his arm which she was using as a pillow. A soft smile touched his lips for a moment; it had been years since a woman had shared a bed with him. Hopefully, she doesn’t flip out and try to kill me like the last one did… but she is the first woman with cat ears I’ve slept with, so maybe we can have a new baseline.
Ears twitching, nose scrunching, Fiala opened her eyes to see Doc smiling at her. “Morning…” Eyes shooting wide open, Fiala scrambled out of bed. “I have to go!” she said quickly as she grabbed her clothing and bolted from the room.
Sadness hit Doc like a hammer when the door slammed shut behind her. She tried to tell you a dozen times, idiot, Doc berated himself. It’s not like she was going to smile happily at you and offer to get you breakfast. Shaking his head, Doc got out of bed.
As he was reaching for his clothing on the table, a timid knock on the door stopped him. He took the blanket and wrapped it around himself to answer the door. Posy was standing there with a kettle in hand, staring at the floor.
“Thank you, Posy,” Doc said softly. “I’ll be down in a bit. Can you ask the cooks to get breakfast ready for me, please?”
“Yes, sir,” Posy replied, still not looking up.
“Thank you.” Seeing that she was obviously uncomfortable, Doc shut the door gently. He sighed and filled the basin by the window with hot water, giving himself a quick wipe down and healing the bedbug bites. Wish I knew a way to kill those fuckers. I should stop in and see the alchemist... maybe I can get something from her?
Cleaned and dressed, Doc went downstairs with his hat in hand. “Morning, Dillon,” Doc greeted the bartender.
“Morning,” Dillon replied, smiling broadly.
“The new job is certain?”
“Yeah. Madam Lia worked it out with me yesterday. I get the six-to-six every day. Not going to make a lot in tips, but the increase in pay over being a dealer will equal it out.”
“Good for you. Can I get a cup of that coffee?”
“Sure,” Dillon said, picking up a tin cup to pour the thick black coffee into. “I’ll let the cooks know about breakfast.”
“I told Posy when she dropped off water this morning,” Doc said.
“Okay. Anything else I can get you?”
“Unless you have something back there to kill bed bugs, nope.”
“Did they infest your room? Madam Lia kills them once she knows they’re back. I’ll pass the word along to her.”
“Thanks,” Doc replied, taking his cup and making his way to the table he used yesterday.
He had barely gotten situated when Posy came out of the hallway with a plate of food. Setting it on the table, Posy was about to leave when Doc slid a nickel onto the table. “Thank you, Posy.”
“You’re welcome, sir,” Posy said, not looking at him as she took the coin and left.
Doc watched her go, wondering why she had gone from friendly and bubbly to afraid of him. With no answers to be had, he turned his attention to breakfast; biscuits, gravy, sausage, fried eggs, and a thick slab of ham.
Doc was just finishing breakfast and a second cup of coffee when Fiala hurried down the stairs and ran out the door. Doc frowned, as she had purposely not looked at him when she left. Guess I fucked something up, Doc sighed. Maybe I can find out what I did later.
“All done, Doc?” Dillon asked from the bar.
“Yeah. Tasty and filling. Which way is the alchemist?”
“Henrick? Down three and west one.”
“Thanks,” Doc said and tossed the man a nickel. “I’ll be back, hopefully earlier than yesterday.”
“Have a good one,” Dillon called back.
Stepping outside, Doc put his hat on and touched his cheeks. Still smooth enough... seems my facial hair grows slowly just like before. As he walked down the street the way Dillon had pointed, Doc wondered about alchemy and how it fit into the world.
~*~*~
The building he stopped in front of was not impressive, but the scents wafting from it were strong. The simple sign above the door had a mortar and pestle with the proprietor’s name below that.
When he stepped inside, a small bell jingled to announce his arrival and Doc paused just inside the shop. The smell of dozens of plants hit him like a hammer. He closed the door behind him and the small bell jingled again. The shop was mostly open, but shelves filled with plants took the majority of the wall space. There was a long counter along the far wall, behind which stood a woman well into her forties, looking his way. Her right eye was milky white and her left was a dull brown. It was the other customer that captured Doc’s attention. Fiala stood there fidgeting when she saw that Doc had entered the shop.
“Do you?” Fiala asked a bit urgently, turning back to Henrick.
“Aye, I got some. Let me get the vial; you know the cost.”
Henrick stepped past a beaded curtain that separated the shop from the rest of the building. Fiala continued to
stare at the counter, not looking to Doc. Doc straightened his jacket and stepped up to the counter.
“Morning, miss.”
Fiala glanced at him, then away, “Morning, sir.”
Lowering his voice, Doc asked, “Did I do something to upset you?”
Fiala went red and turned away from him. She hunched her shoulders and her tail went stiff and straight against her legs. “No. It isn’t you. I made a mistake. I’ll fix it, I promise.”
Doc frowned, trying to understand what she was talking about, before two brain cells sparked a thought and he went a bit red in the face. “Oh, err... uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to make it awkward. I just thought I had upset you, and—” Doc started to explain quickly but softly before he was cut off.
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