Vesper came out of hiding once the Warlord and his new ‘pet’ were gone. She had been organising supplies in a small out of the way back den and once she realised the Warlord was there, had… stayed. Not to eavesdrop, but simply to keep out of the Alpha’s way. He was the head-huncho, and gave her a bad feeling. She tried not to cross his path when she could help it.

She trotted over to Oleander and chucked the bag of supplies she was holding at him. Filled at his request, and grinned. “Talk of heat cycles, your favourite.” She teased him lightly. “Boss-man has a new plaything?” She hadn’t gotten a chance to get a look at them, trying as she was to keep fully out of sight.

"Speech"

He was putting the kit away after Bas and his new slave left when Vesper finally showed up. He smiled as he nearly fumbled the bag of supplies she tossed at him.

"Ha, you wish." He replied, his white fur doing nothing to hide the flush of pink on his face. He shook his head and started to place the things she had gotten for him away.

"Seems so, poor thing had been lamed. Bas found her hanging by her neck in the woods. I can't even begin to imagine why anyone would just... do that." He mused with his focus on the cabinet. He also just couldn't imagine using anyone the way Vesper had been used. He had been so sheltered and pampered his whole life.


"Speech"

He was still too easy to tease. Definitely one of her favourite pastimes in this mountain pack. She grinned at the flash of pink across the white of his fur, and marked it down as another score, a comment hitting its mark. She shook her head at the naivety of his comment. He didn’t know the half of how deprived people can be. She yawned, trotting fully out of the side den and into the large cavern. It was quiet at the moment. Boring, but she supposed it was a good thing if no one had hurt themselves lately.

“Anyone give her that spiel of work their way to freedom yet?” She asked a little dryly. She still didn’t really believe it herself. Slaves were slaves, that was the way of the world. As she worked, she stripped one of the recently used beds so she could wash it all.


"Speech"

Ollie looked over his shoulder at her as she yawned. It was nice not to be needed for once. She really didn't seem to be much interested in the healing arts. But she did say she wanted to learn how to fight and go back and kill her father. He wished he had more time to teach her. Hopefully this new little slave would like to learn some healing.

He sighed as Vesper asked about that Armadan speech they had with their slaves. She still didn't believe it.

"You considering it? You seem to be fairly content with me here." He shrugged and helped her strip the beds by heading to another one. "What would be Vesper's motivation I wonder?" He mused aloud with a mischievous smile, "A new life? A fresh start? A chance at her father's head? Teaching a boy how to fuck?" He teased her back. hiding his own facial flush and trying to hide it by turning away from her as his voice cracked on the last note.

"Speech"

Instead of responding directly, he turned it around to her, asking if she was considering it. She didn’t want to be their monkey, dancing to their tune as they offered the gift of freedom, only to snatch it away at the last second. She’d been hurt enough, hadn’t she?

She didn’t respond immediately, but as they worked together to strip the beds, his next words did make her snort. “I’d take the last two. Bure surely you know how the last one works, don’t you healer-boy?” She asked, slipping into a serious, almost worried tone. As if afraid for his education.


"Speech"

She didn't respond right away but when she did he fumbled the furs on the ground. His face was fiercely more pink through his pale fur.

"Well... -Eah! Sure I do!" He replied with an unsteady earnestness. His ears pinned back, he was a terrible liar when it came to this shit. He could only lie to his family about how he was feeling. How come he became the worst liar in the entire world when it came to her?

"I mean I know... the logistics... sort of..." He admitted nervously, his green eyes dancing about the clinic as he anxiously rubbed his paw over his chest. Then he gave up trying to hide it. His nose fell against his chest as he sat behind the dropped pile of fur in defeat.

"Actually I... missed that lesson. I missed... a lot of lessons." He admitted. "I wasn't the strongest pup, and spent a lot of my younger days fighting my body and mind just to breathe some days." He said quietly.


"Speech"

She shook out one of the blankets and looked over at Oleander. He looked vaguely horrified and she shook her head at him, grinning behind the sheet she was dealing with. “Oleander!” She said, mock exasperation in her voice. “You're the lead healer. What happens if… here.” She put down the bedding she was carrying in a pile on the floor. She would deal with it later.


She stepped closer to Oleander, and then changed her poster and expression. She stood a little straighter, the light sarcasm that was never far from her eyes smoothed out. She looked up at the boy with pleading eyes. “Lead healer! I'm a full member of the Armada and I need your help!” She told him, letting desperation leak into her voice. “There's something wrong with… you know, down there. Won't you take a look for me?”

He picked up one of the sheets and fumbled it again as she said his name with exasperation. He couldn't tell it was mocking. Suddenly she was strolling up to him and embodied a character. It was startling to him to see how well she could pull that off with such ease.

He sat a little dumbfounded. His nose turned down and his viridian eyes flitted between her ocean blues. He swallowed as he briefly glanced down at the region between her legs.

"I always thought they went to their moms... I mean I know some of the ailments and stuff..." He admitted in a whisper. His brother though had all the lessons but they never got around to sharing notes because he had been busy with his heir duties. He also thought his sister Zion would be more involved...

"You're right though. I should be more comfortable with it." He admitted. He closed his eyes and drew in a steadying breath.

"Right, I'm Mr lead healer, Oleander. Let's take a look at... you..." He opened his eyes to Vesper again and her ocean blues blinking at him imploringly. His tongue got tied up as he suddenly couldn't pull his gaze away from hers or breathe.

Suddenly his skin flushed redder than before as he realized it wasn't the medical terms or the concept itself. He looked away with a half-assed awkward chuckle, pulling the sheet up to his face and covering his eyes.

"Icaaaan't" He groaned with the sheet held tightly over his face. He could probably do it for just about any other patient.

"Speech"

“The pack needs to be comfortable to go to their healer for any reason don’t you think?” She pushed him as he spoke of them going to their mums. He was probably right, he was the first healer she knew so she was still figuring this stuff out. But she wanted to push him. She craved that flush in his cheeks and twisted tongue, and to know she had done that to him was a kind of power. One she wasn’t accustomed to having.

“You should.” she said with finality, and for a moment it seemed she had actually won, that he would push past his embarrassment. His eyes moved downwards, and she knew where he was looking. She wasn’t ashamed, she stared boldly back at him… and he suddenly held a sheet over his face. She rolled her eyes. He couldn’t see it, but perhaps he could hear it in her voice. “There are going to be wolves without mothers. What if Odette wants to talk to her healer about it? What if I actually do get a rash in my neithers. Should I ask my mother? should I feel ashamed and hide it?” she rolled her eyes again. “I’m the best person for you to practise on, since I don’t care if you poke around down there and learn what you have to.”


"Speech"

He held the sheet tight over his face, as she practically snapped at him. Annoyance was thick in her voice.
"No... you don't underst- I-" He blew air out of his mouth, after gathering it in his cheeks, wriggling his thin body back and forth as if he could wriggle out of this mess. He couldn't look at her, so maybe with a dumb sheet over his dumb stupid face, he might be able to tell her.

"That's... exactly... why-" He responded to her declaration that she wouldn't care. He flung the sheet off his face and looked into her big blue eyes, "I will not be one of those monsters that will disregard your body or intrude upon it. I can take care of the nethers of anyone. And if you do get a real rash I can treat it just fine. But... you..." He grabbed the sheet again as his fur betrayed his flush of color again.

"I-" He tried again but he couldn't come up with it. He couldn't trust her yes, he couldn't trust that she knew she had control of her body if she couldn't tell him no. She was too damn pretty, and he wouldn't admit that he liked how she kept him grounded with the goofy banter. He was trying to treat her like a patient. But his feelings and hormones were getting all muddled in it, and their chasm of status was muddling it further.

"Fuck, Vesper! You should care! What they did to you was-" Horrendous... Tragic... awful... He couldn't imagine his mother or sisters enduring that abuse.

"Speech"

Embarrassment was so thick across his body that he seemed to struggle to express it. His body wiggled behind the coat like a worm before he gained some nerve and looked at her. She was still standing there, doing her best impression of scolding when a part of her was giggling on the inside. He was supposed to be the lead healer. Her master. If he couldn’t manage dignity he should at least find authority. Somehow he hit neither. He mostly just looked like a boy dying of embarrassment.

She gave an exasperated sigh. “Don’t be such a prude. Did you ever think that maybe I like having the choice? Apparently it’s my body now. Well, I’m donating it to medical science!” She offered him a cheeky grin, wondering if he would hide again. Mostly ignoring his comment on what they had done to her. What he, in all their time together, had never done to her.


"Speech"

He chomped on the coat over his stupid boy face. What is WITH her? What is with him?? He pushed his ears forward as she called him a prude and then pinned them back. He pulled his face from the coats as she declared she was donating her body to science.

"Well then in that case-" He wanted to hide, to run away but he was so overwhelmingly frustrated that his brain decided to take a holiday. He suddenly leaped up over the furs and in a panicked rush trotted right up to her face and gave her a sudden peck on her dark lips. His fur was practically pink as he grinned in boyish glee. "For science!" He declared a little too loudly in her face. Flushed and victorious.

"Speech"

’Well in that case’ Huh! Had she actually convinced the prude to take a look at her nether region? This was going to be gold. He was going to be melting into the floor the entire time. She might actually get to figure out how much of his white could turn pin-her brain stopped, so suddenly that for a moment she wasn’t actually sure what had happened.

There was just… silence up there. Which almost never happened. The sarcasm was usually an endless rant inside her brain. Now, there was nothing left, just empty eyes staring in shock at the white healer boy, who had done something vastly different to what they had been talking about. Something unrelated to healing in every conceivable way (She was guessing here. What did she know?)

She raised a paw and placed it lightly over her offended lips. Her brain was still playing catch up, so there was no wit, no sarcasm. Just truth. “No ones ever kissed me before…”


"Speech"

Fuck. The shock on her face and the pull of her paw to her lips suddenly had his brain come rushing back from its holiday in Auster. What had he done? His heart raced in his chest. He stepped back, to give her room. His deep green eyes unblinkingly observed her.

"I-- I'm sorry. I--- Iguessthatswhy." He mumbled in a rush. He'd never kissed anyone before. He didn't know what had come over him just now. She didn't seem to expect it at all. She seemed rather offended.

He clenched his tongue between his teeth. Chanting "ohhhhhh I fucked uuuuuup" in his head like a phantom drum beat. Was there a way he could twist it into the science test? Into patient treatment?? Fuck no, he just fucking kissed her! He's not supposed to fucking kiss... a Slave! Orrrr a patient! Most of all a patient!

Fuck!
But... Did she like it? Or did she... Stupid boy! He sat back on the furs they had been changing, looking very much like a boy headed for the noose.

"Speech"

He apologised after kissing her. Were boys supposed to do that? Were boys allowed to do that? She didn’t know any of the rules. She was so far out of her depth he might as well have tossed her off the mountain and told her she had to learn to fly. He wasn’t a boy he was her master there were rules. There was emotional distance, there was…

Fuck it.

She woke up, and shoved away the uncertainty, the panic. Vesper was back in control, and she was about to swing so far the other way that the both of them would likely die from a heart attack. Oh well, the doctor was in the house. She moved forward, and pushed roughly against the white wolf. Slamming her lips against his in a hungry motion. She had no idea what to do with this kissing business, but she was still pushing against him. Trying to mould her shoulders to his body. There was no thought on consequences, what this would mean. What he might want. She was a wolf who hadn’t had sex in a long time, and never willingly. Right then and there, she was all emotion. There was no future past this moment.


"Speech"

He was still contemplating losing his entire white hide if Bas found out how utterly stupid he was being when he was suddenly forced backward into the pile of furs behind him. His lips clasped excitedly with Vesper's. A cascade of vigor and electrifying sensations rippled through his body as he felt her lips on his and her entire body against his lanky white frame. They both had no idea what to do with kissing only he had seen Bas and Ignita kiss once, and saw his parents kiss a few times in his puphood, and he suddenly found out why! The sensations rippled through him all the way down to his core and beyond. His conscience flew away to Auster again as he felt her tongue against his teeth and his skin started tingling uncomfortably and then pleasurably all at once. His breaths came in gasps as their kisses deepened desperately and hungrily. Suddenly he was gripped with a need deep within him. Not knowing what it was or why but his paws were around her and in her fur, his need grew tall and expectant. How could he get even closer to her? He just wanted her so bad for some reason! How could she be right here, in his mouth, on top of him and still she feel so far away?

He pulled back to catch his breath,
"Are you- Do you-? What do I do?" He asked naively, nervously, "Wait! You can say no! You don't have to-" But he was drawn to her lips again, lost to the sensation of her mouth on his.

"Speech"

Kissing elevated everything to a higher level. Everything came to life inside of her, and the more she kissed him the hungrier she felt. And itch had been building inside of her this last season and this proved the perfect way to scratch it. A one night stand with her master, where he was the fresh summer child who had no idea what to do. 


The thought of all the lessons she was about to give him only added fuel to the fire. Burning through her as she shoved her body hard against him, melting into the angles of him. Until he almost ruined it with speech. She smacked her lips to his. “Shhhhh” She said, the sound vibrating across their lips in a very interesting way.


She pulled his body over her, because that was the way she knew to it. Arching up against his belly and other parts and feeling that he was ready. She used a paw to help guide him.

Every place their bodies touched burned as if their very fur was electrified. A tingling overwhelming wave would wash over him with every fervid breath and kiss. His words stopped short as she hushed him against his lips. A vibrating sensation ripped through him again and to his very tip.

She pulled Ollie out from under her and guided him on top. His breath caught in his throat as he felt her grasp him and guide him inside her. His body took over for him with instincts set free. Her arching into him made him grab her body and run his paws over every soft, sweeping curve of her. A spell ensconced him into a greedy rhythm. He wanted to howl with how good it felt to have her so close to him. His chest ached to have her closer. His tongue suddenly licked over her cheek as he sought more and more of her. His arms wrapped around her back to hold her to him as he felt the need to drive himself deeper within her. Why did it feel so good? Was this what she wanted? Was he doing it right?

"Speech"

They merged together, and sometime later, sweaty and warm and sated, she yawned and wiggled free of his grasp. That had been… a satisfying itch to a scratch that had been building in her this last season. A part of her was a little concerned about Oleander. Now that she had displayed a willingness to do this once, would he expect it of her? Would he demand it as part of her duties as his slave? She brushed aside the thought. He’d proven himself to be different already. He would prove to remain so, or he wouldn’t. She had very little power of her own.

Pulling free of him, she trotted through the den, grabbing the coats they had left on the floor from when they had begun. She still needed to get them cleaned and replaced…

"Speech"

His energy had been sapped completely. He had never known those kinds of sensations and how overwhelming they would be. He had drifted into a deep sleep after their trist, his mind not able to carry one thought to the next after he was well and truly spent.

Finally, as he slowly woke with a satisfied sigh he felt the warm body of Vesper yawn and wriggle free of his drowsy embrace. His deep green gaze followed her as she simply continued the work they had started before. As if what they had just done didn't fundamentally change everything.

Did it? Did it change anything? Was he a new man or would he be the same casual anxious overly gangly Oleander he was before? Did she fall in with him because she felt like she had no choice? If anything... she led the way...

He stretched out with a groan and got up since she was now out of his view. He took a look at his humble den, private office, and sleeping quarters. Hmm... He needed more room. He didn't realize how much he missed sleeping next to a person. She also didn't smother him. That made him think of his brother. Had Wylan experienced... sex yet? He had Marina, didn't he? Probably then. Poor Ollie always last to everything. Ah well. Time to adjust the layout and make the bed... just a bit bigger. If... if she wanted to that is... She was probably tired of sleeping in the clinic.

He moved some of the things around, the table, the cabinet he kept a stash of macerating tinctures, and his collection of toxic herbs. Then he began pushing the bedding out a bit more, enough to make them comfortable. Now... should he just declare that where she would sleep for now on or... give her the option?

Oh, this was a bad idea Ollie. Maybe... He could give her a separate cot inside the room? Give her something of her own? No no, keep her in the clinic, make a little room in the back there that is just hers. That'll be... enough. But maybe... he'll keep his room like this in case... in case it happened again...

He looked out of the den and into the clinic where she was working. She looked... satisfied. Was there a sparkle there he hadn't noticed before?

He was so fucked. He needed to decide what she was. Slave or patient. If she wasn't a slave would she still... be with him?

He dragged her normal cot into the back corner of the clinic and put up a screen of cabinets and suck to make it more of a separate room for her. Now she at least had some semblance of privacy from the rest of the clinic.

"There! Got you your own space! I know it's not much." He said aloud. Staring at the cot he had moved for her. Doctors do not sleep with their patients... And the armada does not use slaves for sex. Well... fuck the rules, he's fumbled along well enough so far. How far can he fumble through this? And how is he going to help her get a rank? She was a slave, a clinic helper, and at the beck and call of himself and Bas. That didn't change anything.

"What do you think?" He presented the space with a flourishing paw. "And... maybe... if or when you want to, we can share in the den." There, give her a little autonomy.


"Speech"