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He plunged his toes into her and her scent started to change. Desire was easy to sniff in the air, and it began to fill the room now. As she arched upwards, pushing him deeper into her, his own need added to the scent. He could feel his breathing quicken as her reactions stirred him. He had never… This was a new experience for him as well. A spur of the moment tease that suddenly turned far more intimate.

He knew the moment she climaxed, though she was silent he could see her face clearly from here. Could see the tightening of her expression, the closed eyes. She looked… very, very female at that moment. Beautiful, actually, despite the scars across her muzzle and eye. He groaned softly, working his fingers harder, trying to keep the moment going as he felt heat spread through his own body. Panting softly, he nipped at her thigh, his eyes still on her muzzle., as he trailed his nips down, closer... and then shifted out his paw, switching it for his tongue, which he plunged into her.

"Speech"

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The plunge was confusing and excruciatingly uproariously pleasant. Try as she might sounds escaped her throat as she begged to keep herself silent. A squeak against the pressure building and building until it spilled and unraveled her core and still he pushed onward, sending her over again and again. Wasn't she supposed to hate this? Wasn't she supposed to hate him?

He went in harder with his own groan and she writhed and trembled, unable to hold back her tilting hips and bracing bucking motion of her pelvis. Panting and gasping she threw back her head and her arms flung open to grasp the furs of the bed.

Wide eyed she brought her nose back to her chest to catch his eyes locked onto her muzzle, his teeth grazing her thigh and sending her skyward. A soft begging moan reached the air before she could swallow it back, her eyes soft and pleading as she watched him swap out his paw and plunge his tongue deeply within her. Panting she roached her head back into the furs with a loud and needy throaty moan. She hardly even knew she did it. Her thighs clenched and shook around his head as her forepaws were buried in the bed furs.

"Speech"

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She was putty in his paws, in a way he had never experienced before. He tasted her, though he was making this up as he went along. It seemed he sent her to new heights, and moans and pants escaped her control. She was clinging to the bedding like she was afraid she would lift off into the sky if she didn’t. As she arched into him and her body shook, he came as well. Panting and oddly spent in a way he hadn’t expected, he slowly slipped his tongue out of her.

He crawled up her body until his head was near her, and he collapsed on the bed beside her. Leaning his head into her neck as he panted. Excitement and aftershocks still shook his body a little. That had been one of the better sexual experiences of his life, and he hadn’t even entered her. It had everything to do with the way she reacted to him. Power, but of a whole different sort.


"Speech"

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She smelled his expression just as she thought she had lost her mind. Each motion of his sent her skin tingling and zinging as she lay there panting and gasping for breath. Her body trembling and her head was as light as the clouds. She slowly drew in a breath and her eyes fluttered when he retracted his tongue from within her. A stark difference from their coupling before. She struggled to grab her awareness as she felt him climb closer and collapse next to her. Aftershocks vibrating what felt like her soul. She felt his head in her neck and she didn't know what any of it meant. She shivered against his warm body next to hers. She curled into him, not knowing what she was seeking, warmth perhaps, she knew connection would be far and away, but she had little control of her bearings at the moment as she captured her fractured breath. Her body tensed and released itself beside him, still reacting for a few breathless moments before she finally melted into the fur around her. Exhausted.

He didn't realise he slept until he found himself waking. His limbs tangled in hers, the scent of sex still in the air. They both needed a bath, her perhaps more so. He hadn't let her out of this den without him, which had eliminated chances to wash.


He yawned, contemplating what he needed to get done that day. He nudged her with a paw to wake her. “Up!” He ordered, feeling too satisfied to be top tough with her for once. He rolled out of bed, shaking out the last tingles in his body “follow me.” He added, heading to the den entrance. Grabbing a small pack by the door as he did so and swinging it over his shoulders.

"Speech"

She woke with a prodding and an order to get up. She tried to comply quickly, stumbling and bleary-eyed on the bed. It took her a moment to gather her bearings and shake her fur out. She was thirsty and hungry. She stumbled toward the food prep area when she paused and heard the next command. She blinked her eyes and quickly came to his side, her brain seemed to cling to the event of last night. Wanting to linger in those sensations, she instead shook her head to dash it from her mind.

He seemed eager to head out and she would dutifully walk with him, grateful for the chance for some fresh air. Perhaps a fresh drink and a wash in a stream. What did he have planned for the day? How might she stay on top of his orders to keep him satisfied?

It was late in the day after their unexpected nap. Later than he'd intended it to be, but time seemed to have gotten away from him. He led a bleary eyed Demelza to the stream. Heated by the warm summer sun, and pleasant to the touch. He dumped the bag on the shore and pulled out a bar of soap “catch” he ordered her, tossing it her direction before stepping into the water.


It was nice. He stepped in up to his knees and waited for Demelza to join him. When she was close enough, he reached out with a damp paw and gripped her by the muzzle. Nudging her head this way and that as he examined the damage across her face. “You really need to take better care, pretty as you are.” He grumbled softly.

He led her to a stream and as he placed the bag down he bent her nose to the cool waters and drank. The refreshing liquid lent her life and vigor! She walked into the stream and ducked down into it. She nearly missed his cue of catch! She flung her jaws out to grasp what he had thrown and tasted the soap with a wince and a lip curl of disgust. He beckoned her to join him and dropped the soap from her maw to come closer to him.

Her breath rushed into her lungs as he gripped her muzzle and nudged it around before him. Inspecting the damage he had caused over her face. His mark, his branding over her body.

He remarked how she should take better care of if and she stifled a snort of derision. Instead, she squeaked out "Yes, of course Master." Between her teeth as he gripped her. She didn't know what else to give him to take better care of her own damn face. Maybe if he didn't keep gripping it and poking the wounds they won't get infected and become ugly scars.

"May I start carrying a medical kit, to treat them? To keep them from scarring, my Lord?" She asked with her eyes properly downcast.

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Finished with his inspection, he released her muzzle from his grip. “You may.” He allowed graciously. It was perhaps a wise idea to keep her beauty from being completely marred by her disregard for his rules. “No painkillers in it, unless I give express permission for them.” She still had to feel her punishments. Treating them was for his sake, not hers.

“Bathe yourself, Demelza.” He ordered, rolling his eyes to the fact she hadn’t started already. Wasn’t it obvious why he had brought her here? She stunk of herbs, dust, blood, and sex. He left her to fish for the soap she had dropped, bathing himself just with water until she was finished with the bar. Truthfully, she needed the wash more than he did. He watched her as she did so, and he wasn't subtle about it. "How long have you been a slave, small one?"

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She closed her eyes with relief as her muzzle was released. She bowed her head to him in gratitude, "Thank you, Master, you are gracious." She groveled before fishing for the soap. She set about scrubbing her body with it, bringing the bar up one arm and then around the fur over her chest. She scrubbed her neck and pricked her ear at his question, not stopping at her ministrations to clean herself. The dust of her travels and abuse clung to her fur like oily mud. She didn't think she'd ever get it clean.

"That depends." She replied, trying to quickly suds up her other arm before moving to her lower half, "If you count when my father gave me to my uncle, then over a year. If you start counting from when he sold me to my previous masters... Then..." She paused as she thought for a moment how long she had been with them, then started on her tail, "Then probably three... maybe four months?" That sounded about right.

She dove under the water for a moment, letting the stream take the grime and the scents away. She rolled over in the streambed once then came back up for air. Her coat clung to her body as the suds were rinsed off, showing her fragile ribs and gaunt hips. The meals he had so far given her were far from enough to put meat back on her bones. But her bones were shapely, and she had a naturally built grace to her step, though usually hesitant while slinky.

She handed him the bar of soap, ever grateful that now the scents she had were her own and the faint suds. She was yet unaware of how her fur was deeply infused with the scent of rich honey and roses from attempting to nurture her mother's garden as a child.

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Interesting. He knew slaves generally started young. It was easier that way. You were born to it, or taken as a child. Adults struggled to fit the mould they were given, and many didn’t last their first year.

She handed him the soap, her soaked body clung to her form, showing it in its entirety. She really was pleasing on the eyes. He could catch the scent of honey in the air, mixed with herby soap bar he had traded for. “I was six months” He said thoughtfully, and then froze. Did he say that outloud? No, surely not. He raised his head back to her slowly, looking for any sign she had heard and understood those words. The weakness in them. That he had been another's play thing was not for public consumption. There was nothing kind in his eyes as he examined her. Just a cold, dark threat.

"Speech"

She shook her fur quietly in portions, trying not to spray him in the face with a wave of fine spray. She looked up at him casually to confirm she had heard his part of the conversation but it hadn’t quite registered what he meant. As her gaze settled on the stream again she realized what he meant and froze, her brow knitting together as she put the pieces together.

She could suddenly feel his hardened lead filled eyes through his broken reflection on the water.

He… had been a slave… now he was the master. She had been forced into servitude at around 10 months old, then sold properly close to her second birthday. But if she was honest, she had practically been forced to serve since birth. To pay her father and older brothers back for killing her mother with her birth. She had been the only survivor of her litter.

She narrowed her eyes at his reflection. He had endured what he was putting her through, no doubt. He had spent his time as a slave and now he had it in his head to play master. What leg did he have to stand on?

A strong one… a cruel one.
She pinned her ears briefly in the growing silence and turned her face away. She shook her pelt hard to rid it of as much water as she could all at once then started for the bank to let her fur dry. Was this showing him she hadn’t heard it or was it a subtle acknowledgment?

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