“Are you sure about this? It is said that she is very dangerous, kills any man she has ever met, and steals their souls from within.” The man’s voice was shaky as he marched down the dark, dungeon corridor, his eyes searching the darkness, sure that he was about to die at any minute. Orrin wondered how the man had survived as a guard for this long with those ideas in his head.

“If that were true, then she would have killed your already, after all, you have met her, and still seem very much alive and your soul firmly in place.” Orrin wasn’t all that thrilled with his visit either, and he certainly wasn’t looking forward to working with one of her kind. But he had little choice in the matter. He was an Inquisitor and it was his entire duty to obey orders and succeed at any cost.

The pair turned a corner, heading down a long line of closed metal reinforced doors, the flickering light of the torches throwing the shadows into dancing fits, before they finally came to a stop in front of just another non-descript, locked door.

“This is the one. She’s in there.” The man said, his voice shaky as he motioned for Orrin to go ahead. The Inquisitor raised a single eyebrow and held out a hand, waiting patiently until the guard realized that he needed the key and then fumbled at his belt to remove it and hand it over.

The door opened with a short squeal, and as the light bathed the small, dank cell, Orrin’s eyes worked to adjust to the darkness, and as it did so, the lone figure of the very woman that he had come to collect. Laying on the dirty cot at the back of the cell was a woman that was not human, not the least bit, unless having a humanoid form counted. Her furry ears, long tail and almost 70% fur covered body lay there lazily staring up at the ceiling and ignoring him altogether, as if the door hadn’t just opened for the first time in over a month.

“My name is Inquisitor Orrin Erozzon, and by the decree of the Church of Tezzerit, I have come to take you into my possession.” Orrin tossed the writ of ownership across the room to land on the cot near the woman as he continued. “By order of the Church you will become my property and will work alongside me until the moment that I have finished my mission. Upon the successful completion, I may determine whether to commute your sentence to time served and set you free or to return you here to finish carrying out the lifelong sentence you have acquired for yourself for your misdeeds.”

Orrin took a few steps forward, staring down at the Anthro woman lying on the cot, seemingly ignoring him.

“I have need of your skills, and if you lend them to me until I finish what I have been ordered to do, then as long as you do not cause any more trouble, I see no reason for you to be returned here.” She was an attractive female for her race, and he would not have turned her away from sharing his bed if she were willing, but that had little to do with why he had come here today. Right now, he needed the special set of skill that she had mastered. The same skills that had gotten her locked away in the first place.

“I will not lie to you. This mission is dangerous, and the likeliness for getting ourselves killed is more than average. However, it is also of high enough importance that I have been given permission to take you as my property in order to see it fulfilled.”

And there was the rub. Members of the church were not allowed to fraternize with members of your race. All races were considered equal in the eyes of the kingdom, and all lived together peacefully. However, members in the employ of the Church were under very strict orders to never fraternize outside of their race. There were Anthro Inquisitors as well, and they fell under the same strict race assignments, having to only deal and fornicate with their own race. It was an idiotic, Orrin thought, as there were plenty of mixed couplings within the world, but the Church was fanatical about this particular thing for some reason. It was simply taboo for an Inquisitor and any race not their own to fornicate in any way.

That was a lot to ask of a couple of agents risking their life on the road, who had to come to rely on the only other person they were with. Sharing a bed was not uncommon, to simply warm themselves as well as build trust between them. So, this situation was rare to say the least. Beyond that, there was what was considered an aphrodisiac effect in the world’s water. This tended to make lovers out of almost any couple if the right situation happened a the right time. It was something the magicians of the world had still not figured out, but which was widely known. This meant that any pair of people would be constantly under threat of arousal and slipping from giving in to those temptations. This was likely the true reason the Church almost never paired up different races, as it was inevitable that they would give in to their temptation at some point.

Orrin turned the keys over in his hand and then walked over to the cot, reaching down and grabbing her wrists and unlocking the shackles around them, then releasing her ankles as well. Her scent was…not pleasant after so long in this cell. He had been told that she had been here for over a year, and her sentence was for life. He didn’t understand why they didn’t just execute her, as it seemed a waste of resources to keep her alive. But for whatever reason, this was the way things were.

“Come, we have a lot of work to do, and a journey ahead of us.” He turned and walked from the room simply expecting to be obeyed. The guard stood nervously waiting to close the door behind her as she left.

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So, I am in the mood for some human/anthro sexy times. A grand adventure in a world where all races coexist. I am happy to discuss which anthro race if you wish, and all are open, but the prompt itself was written for a canine female. Also, this world has a strange quality in that the water has a natural aphrodisiac in its water. Magic this or that reasoning, but it means that even these two, who will likely not start out liking one another, will still desire one another, and that will only build over time. I am really looking for that “I hate you” comment while they are fucking like rabbits because they need that release.

Kinks for this are: mixed racial sex, love/hate relationship. Sexy world building, literate partners, taboo pairings, hot lusty uncontrollable sex scenes, oral for both of us, risk of getting caught, bit breasts, big cocks, extreme cumshots, hold the moan, oh man, so many more. I have a post up on my profile if you want all of the ones I enjoy, but these cover the ones I really see fitting here.

Limits: Keep ages legal please, no sexual gore, no humiliation.

I hope someone is in the mood to write my fabulous female anthro in a love/hate relationship in a world that we build together. I am even happy to discuss the journey as well as the mission and what your true skills are that he needs. It is all open. Feel free to use chat for introductions, but I only RP via DM’s here on Reddit.