The flickering glow of oil lamps cast long, wavering shadows that danced across the stained wooden floor, uneven with the wear of countless boots that had shuffled, stomped, and swayed in the throes of drink and merriment. The beams overhead, blackened with age and cigar soot, seemed to bow under the weight of years, their creaks and groans harmonizing with the clinking of tankards and the low hum of conversation. The dimly lit pub was filled with the usual crowd, a mix of the working class from both railroad and freight wagon, all drawn by the promise of a warm fire and cold drinks.

Vitani, with her sharp feline features and even sharper scowl, moved with practiced ease behind the bar. Her eyes caught Scamp's, one of her favorite regulars, as he settled onto one of the bar stools. He flashed her a grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. The lioness’ usual grimace softened as her gaze landed on the terrier ensconced on his customary perch. His infectious smile and the glint of playfulness in his eyes seemed to pull her from her weariness.

"Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence," Vitani teased, her tone lightening as she approached him. "What'll it be tonight, Termite?"

"Just give me the usual—and make it strong. A roughin’ up like me needs a drink to match.” He puffed up his chest a bit, clearly eager to impress.

Vitani’s eyebrow arched, and she poured his ale with exaggerated slowness, watching him over the rim of her glass as the foam crested. “Tough guy, huh?” She slid the glass across the bar, her fingers brushing his. "You think you’re all wild and hardened, don’t ya?”

“You know it!” He took a sip. “I’m just about as rough and tumble as they come.”

"Is that so? Well, it’s cute that you think that, pup,” she purred, her voice velvet-soft but with a bite beneath. “But don’t go thinking a little bravado will do you much good here. I could handle ten of you.”

"Guess I’ll have to be extra generous tonight then.” Scamp leaned back, grinning. “What’s a guy gotta do to make you smile, huh?"

She snorted, a soft, throaty sound that filled the space between them. "Keep trying, and maybe you’ll find out. Or maybe I’m just not that easy to please."

“You? Not easy? I’d never have guessed."

The lioness nodded. “Are you waiting on a call from the railroad?” she suddenly asked, her gaze lingering on him a moment too long.

He finished his glass and placed it on the bartop. “Not a chance. I’m at the bottom of the call list and tomorrow is Sunday, no freights. Angel is off getting into trouble tonight, and I suspect I won’t see her until tomorrow morning.”

The lioness's eyebrows raised, a spark of interest igniting in her eyes. "Oh, really now? Angel's got a playdate?"

"With her own little side piece. I’m sure I’ll hear the stories.”

Vitani leaned in closer, her interest piqued. "And what about you, Termite? Any plans?" She traced a finger around the rim of his glass, her eyes challenging him. “Gotta have some stories of your own, you know.”

“Figured I’d have a quiet night," he arched an eyebrow, “...unless something more interesting comes up. I'm open to suggestions."

“I don’t do suggestions.” Vitani's smirk turned into a predatory smile as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a commanding purr. "To start, Termite, you're going to sit here and behave like a good boy." Her fingers danced across the bar, stopping just short of his hand. “Sit tight, enjoy your drink, and wait for me to finish here at eleven. That's when the real fun begins."

Scamp chuckled, the sound rich and warm, as he settled back, his hands resting casually on his lap. "As you command. But you better not be gentle with me," he teased, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

With a sly tilt of her head, the lioness slid her index finger beneath the collar of her blouse, teasingly pulling it down just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. The air between them seemed to thicken with each inch exposed, her eyes locking onto Scamp's with a challenge.

"Oh, I think you can handle a bit of roughness. You're tougher than you look," she countered, her voice a low purr. “But I know how to play the game. You’ve still got a lot to learn, pup.”

The terrier's eyes followed the path of her finger, his lips curling into a knowing smile as he took in the sight. “Then I’ll consider tonight another lesson. I’m a quick study, after all.”

Vitani leaned in, her face inches from his, and for a moment, her tough exterior softened. "Just you wait and see. But first, I’m going to pour you another drink. You’re going to need your strength for what I’ve got planned."

Scamp swallowed, his eyes darkening with a mix of excitement and submission. His stubby tail wagged merrily at the base of his trousers. "I'm all yours, Mistress.”

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Vitani's bedroom was bathed in the soft, seductive glow of moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains, casting elongated shadows that danced across the antique carpet. The room was silent except for the faint creaking of the old mansion and the rhythmic smacking of flesh against flesh. Vitani was on her knees, her body bent forward, arms stretched out and head resting on the cool carpet. She was utterly naked, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and in one hand, she held the end of a leather leash.

Behind her, Scamp rocked his hips, each thrust precise and deep into the lioness. The leash Vitani held ran up to a ring set in a posture collar that hugged his neck tightly. His arms were bound behind his back in a sleek leather arm-binder, and his torso was encased in tight red and black latex that clung to his frame like a second skin. Despite his restraints, Scamp's movements were deliberate, his hips slamming into Vitani with a force that echoed through the room. His face was concealed by a latex harness that formed a silent, obedient mask. It sealed his mouth shut and muffled any sounds he might make, while a blindfold obscured his vision, leaving him in complete darkness.

"That's it, good boy," Vitani purred, her voice dripping with dominance and satisfaction. "You love being my toy, don't you? You love feeling my control."

Vitani's grip on the leash tightened as she felt Scamp's latex-clad body pressing against her bare skin. She could feel his hardness pushing into her, the sensation both rough and exhilarating.

"Harder, Termite.” She commanded with a sharp tug on the leash. “Show me how much you want this."

Scamp responded instinctively, his hips thrusting forward with increased force, his latex-covered body glistening in the dim light. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed softly in the room, each impact sending a thrill through Vitani. She could feel every inch of him inside her, the depth of his penetration hitting all the right spots.

"Look at you, all bound and gagged," The lioness continued, her tone mocking yet alluring. "So helpless, yet so eager. You can't see, can't speak, can't resist. All you can do is feel and obey."

Scamp's response was a muffled groan, the only sound he could make through the gag. She twisted the leash, pulling Scamp closer against her back The material around the dog’s torso was cool to the touch, contrasting with the heat of their bodies. His movements became more urgent, driven by Vitani's words and the tight grip she had on his leash. Vitani's body swayed with his thrusts, her ass cheeks jiggling and rippling with each strike of his bare hips. The sight was intoxicating, a visual testament to her power and his submission.

"Keep going," Vitani ordered, her voice rising in pitch with her excitement. "Don't stop. I want to feel you. I want to feel every part of you."

She rocked her hips side to side to meet him, her fingers digging into the carpet as she pushed back to force him deeper into her. Scamp's movements grew more frantic, his body twisting side to side as he obeyed Vitani's commands. The sensation of Scamp's relentless thrusting and Vitani's aggressive guidance was overwhelming. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slick noises of their bodies intertwining, the harsh breaths and muffled groans.