To buy a slave

[Britwitch]

Trianna

Trianna watched as he finish disrobing before her, all the while his sex waving before her face.

"I would like it if Trianna hungered so much for a cock between her lips that I didn't need to instruct her rather she saw cock and instinctively wanted to lick and suck."

It was a command, an unspoken one of sorts, but a command nonetheless. Fighting against the tightening sensation in her jaw, she leant further forwards and allowed the tip of her soft pink tongue to slip between her lips and flicker across the head. Her tongue was almost the same as a humans except it was a little more textured, not as rough as a cat's tongue but still different from the one inside Marcus' mouth. She ran the tip over and around the head, the taste of him unusual and strange to her mouth but something she knew she would have to grow accustomed to. Leaning forwards further still she parted her lips and, being careful to keep her sharp teeth out of the way, she took the head into her warm mouth, sucking gently, tentatively.

 

[slippedhalo]

After her language lessons and yet more to drink and eat Aaja grew sleepy. The blanket she'd been given and the bandages on her feet made her feel warm, the fullness of her belly made her feel somewhat comfortable for the first time in many weeks. Her people were used to cold but valued warmth greatly. In her exhaustion she could no longer remain alert and with no one bothering or harming her in several hours she had fallen asleep.

 

[Otto26]

Castor

Castor entered the brothel and handed his cloack to the servant waiting by the door. Weia, the owner, hurried over to him and greet him effusively.

"My lord Castor, how very good to see you again. Will you be wanting your usual room?"

"Yes, Weia, thank you," Castor replied.

"And will you be joined by any guests this evening?" the madam pursued.

"No, I've come by myself. It's been rather a long day and I thought some relaxation would be nice. Have you anyone new?"

Weia hesitated, but Castor was one of her better clients, wealthy and unlikely to damage any of her slaves.

"In truth, lord, I have a brand new girl. But there has not yet been an opportunity to do more than clean her up. I hesitate to offer her to you."

"Bring her to my room, Weia. I'll not hold you responsible if I find her unsuitable," Castor told him.

"Very gracious of you, lord. I will have her brought immediately. Sima, conduct lord Castor to his usual room, and have wine brought to him."

Castor followed the employee upstairs.

 

[slippedhalo]

Aaja awoke to the sound of the door opening and an unfamiliar man entered and stared down at her with a smile on his face. The woman who had patiently taught her so many words earlier now bade Aaja to stand and when Aaja wasn't quick enough to repond she was pulled up by the woman and shoved forward to face this person. "Say hello to Sir, Aaja."she was ordered.

Aaja shyly looked at the ground as she said the words which felt like pebbles in her mouth instead of real language. "Hello, Sir."

 

[Sean Renaud]

Marcus instantly responded, his cock twitching in her mouth. "Good job." One hand wandered down to her head twisting slowly in her hair. He enjoyed her mouth for a few minutes before he pulled her away and up to his lips kissing her warmly. "We'll teach you more about that in the future Trianna, very soon." He lifted her onto his lap wrapping an arm around the feline beauty. "When I told you you should hunger for me it wasn't just your mouth. You should want a man in every part of you. But for now don't worry about it. Right now there is something I've wanted to do since I bought you."

Marcus got to his feet pulling her up at the same time . "Follow me." He said and then walked breifly to his room grabbing a blanket then lead her out of the house, only a short way before laying it down. "Lay down, spread your legs."

 

[Britwitch]

Trianna

"Good job."
She whimpered as she felt his fingers twisting into her hair, tightening their grip slightly as she sucked, a little more earnestly, assuming that was what he wanted. Then he withdrew, guiding her head back and pulling her up to kiss her lips once more.

"We'll teach you more about that in the future Trianna, very soon...When I told you you should hunger for me it wasn't just your mouth. You should want a man in every part of you. But for now don't worry about it. Right now there is something I've wanted to do since I bought you...Follow me."
Trianna followed obediently although with clear trepidation as he led her outside and spread a blanket upon the ground.
"Lay down, spread your legs."

"Yes Master, as you wish..." She replied meekly, moving to lay upon her back on the blanket, spreading her legs wide and leaving her arms resting upon the blanket at her sides. She could feel her heart beginning to pound louder in her chest. He had already taken her sex once that day, what more could he possibly want...

 

[Sean Renaud]

Marcus sat down beside her. "Close your eyes." He waited until she'd obeyed that command then started himself at her feet, running his fingers slowly up over her body. He started at the tips of her toes moving up over her calves. He was going to enjoy every inch of her body, memorizing the curves of his pet. "Relax Trianna." He moved over her thighs, tested her sex smiling as he continued up over her belly.

"You should get used to this soon." He ran his hands up over her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples for a few moments, tweaking them until they hardened before moving his hands down over her shoulders and over her arms. Then he turned her over onto her belly tracing the lines of her shoulder blades, down over her spine. For the first time he felt her tail, stroking the unique appendage, then moving down the backs of her thighs pausing to tickle behind her knees before moving to her heels.

"Its really is incredible how beautiful you are Trianna." He whispered as his fingers again moved over her body enjoying every single inch of her.

 

[Otto26]

Castor examined the woman. She was physically spectacular, but had not yet gained the confidence that would come when she realized the effect she had on men. When she did, he reflected, she would be well worth owning. It was something to consider.

"Does she have a name?" he asked Weia.

The madam shrugged. "Does it matter? Call her anything you wish, lord."

Castor pointed to himself and said his name. "Castor." He pointed at Aaja and raised his eyebrows in question.

 

[Britwitch]

Trianna

"Close your eyes."

Taking a long, slightly unsteady breath, she complied, closing her eyes and trying to stop her body trembling. She gasped as little as she felt his fingers moving over the tops of her feet, inching up her shins, stroking the fur gently.
"Relax Trianna."
His fingers running higher, up over her parted thighs and dancing lightly over her exposed sex before continuing upwards.
"You should get used to this soon."
A light purring sound began to come from deep within her chest once more, deepening as his hands ran over her breasts, a soft mewling noise joining it as his fingertips lightly pinched and pulled her nipples.
He stroked her shoulders and arms before taking hold of her waist and guiding her to turn onto her stomach. Stroking down her shoulder blades and spine, her back arching up towards his hand, the purring intentisifying as he stroked down her back again, her stomach leaving the blanket in an attempt to keep her fur in contact with his hand.
Feeling his fingers circling her tail and stroking down it's length, making her bite her bottom lip slightly against a loud moan. Marcus' hands continued down the backs of her legs, stroking more intensly behind her knees before continuing back down to her feet.
"Its really is incredible how beautiful you are Trianna."

"...thankyou Master..." Trianna sighed in to the blanket, the purring growing even louder as his hands began to stroke over her once more. The feelings rushing through her growing in intensity. The sensation so intimate and arousing, she knew he probably had no idea just how the simple movements of his hands over her fur were affecting her, making her writher slightly upon the blanket.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

Miren returned to her room after seeing to the slaves that had been on the block early that morning. The girls were heathy and even without her aid would have physically suffered only minor soreness from the rough handleing they received. However, as Miren soothed their skin and relieved their aches she was unable understand the girls at all. To her, they seemed far too accepting of their fate. One even confessed that she enjoyed the rough fondling and fingering she experienced on the block and was glad to have a chance to do it again.

"Humans" Miren thought to herself, "are the strangest creatures."

The guards took her to see another slave, a new one. But by the time Miren arrived the slave had already been bandaged, so Miren left her with the other slaves. She stopped to check on the pregnant girl and was appalled by what she found... She would have to discuss the girl with Jason... the slaver.

In her room, yes she was thinking of it as her room, she decided to take a bath. Once again it was necassary that the stench of the slave quarters be washed from her skin and hair ... and from her gown. She washed the silk robe as the tub filled, and with more time to seach she found a better selection of soaps and lotions.

As her gown hung to dry, Miren soaked in the large tub, luxuriating in the warm sweet scented water. Closing her eyes, she had a great deal to think about. Under the circumstances, the slaver was always foremost in her thoughts. She knew she had undersold herself, that her people would pay much more for her than she led him to believe they would. The Eldar knew the full extent of her skills, the slave trader did not, and Miren had every intention of keeping it that way.

 

[bullshot]

Jason

As Jason’s cock slipped out of the Nymph he remembered that they needed to be in water every now and then and wondered how she’d managed while she was stuck up in the hills in the cave his men had told him they’d caught her.

“Take her to the pool and guard her,” he instructed his men. “When she’s been in the water for an hour pull her out and have some of the women teach her our language she needs to be able to communicate with us,” he told them as he headed for his quarter being fully sated after fucking the Nymph.

As he entered his quarters he could hear the slashing of water the only person who would be bathing at the moment was Miren so he entered her room and walked into the bathroom attached to it where he could see the naked Miren enjoying her bath.

“You seem to take a lot of bath’s,” he said to her knowing that the noise of the water had probably drowned his entrance. “Are all the slaves in good health including yourself?” he asked once he had her attention

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

“You seem to take a lot of bath’s,” he said to her knowing that the noise of the water had probably drowned his entrance.

A little started, Miren looks up at Jason her deep blue eyes wide with surprise but otherwise she seem relaxed. "It is important for a healer to remain clean. Not only can dirt be dangerous, it doesn't inspire confidence and faith in those we hope to help - both of those are important."

“Are all the slaves in good health including yourself?” he asked once he had her attention.

"The two who spent their morning on the block are none the worse... I saw to that. I didn't no get to see the new arrival, someone had already bandaged her injuries when I arrived."

She draws a deep breath, and continues as if she held medical consultations from a bath tub every day.

"I am concerned about the pregnant slave... she is being used in a manner that could be dangerous for her and the child she carries..." Now, her pale cheeks pink with color that started on her chest a flushed upwards to her face. "Normal sexual activity is rarely harmful to a gravid female until very near the birth of the child. However, her treatment has been far from normal and cruel doesn't seem a strong enough word, brutal maybe."

Her eyes narrow with pure hatred, "I suspect it has been a delibrate attempt to abort her child."

 

[slippedhalo]

Castor examined the woman. She was physically spectacular, but had not yet gained the confidence that would come when she realized the effect she had on men. When she did, he reflected, she would be well worth owning. It was something to consider.

"Does she have a name?" he asked Weia.

The madam shrugged. "Does it matter? Call her anything you wish, lord."

Castor pointed to himself and said his name. "Castor." He pointed at Aaja and raised his eyebrows in question.

Aaja understood the question he had asked the woman who kept her in the room and as he pointed to himself she realized he was naming himself to her "Castor" she repeated softly to herself. He then raised his eyebrows and stared at her, as if asking her to reply with her name. "Aaja." she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper. She wondered what he wanted from her and was at least relieved he was not filthy and unwashed like the other slavekeepers who had transported her from her homeland and tried in their drunken fumbling to split her sex open with their greasy fingers and pounded her ass with pricks that went limp in seconds, rolling off of her in a pool of their own vomit and sleeping off their hangovers with her hair in their fingernails. Just the thought of those terrible men made her shudder and she looked hopefully at this new man, desiring more kindness than that memory.

 

[Otto26]

"Aaja," Castor repeated. "A lovely name. I see no reason to change it." He smiled at the young woman. "Follow me, Aaja."

He turned and walked out of the holding room and up the stairs to his usual room, confident that Aaja would follow or Weia would bring her. He sat down on the cushioned bench which overlooked a very small garden on the ground level. Aaja, he saw, was hesitating in the doorway.

"Come here, Aaja," he told her, adding a gesture to indicate she should approach and sit next to him.

"Wine, please, Weia, and an assortment of food."

The madam bowed her head in assent and backed out of the room. Castor turned his attention to Aaja, examing her again the brighter light.

 

[slippedhalo]

Aaja followed the strange man only because she had a feeling there would be dire consequences for not doing as she was told and because the woman was following and motioning her to move forward. But, at the doorway she stopped; hesitating at the sight of a bed in the room. In her culture it is forbidden to enter a man's bedroom unless you are his wife and a woman found with a man other than her husband in her bedroom for any reason is to be tossed from a cliff or burned at the stake. These forbiddings went through her mind as she saw the man sit down and motion her forward. She had been promised to Jinja. She wondered if he would want her after her abuse from the kidnappers and the men who bought her from them...probably not. Jinja was a memory, nothing more. She would never see her home again. This man smiled at her in a way that was not unkind. She decided perhaps it would be best to listen to him and forget the ways of her people for now. If her people knew all that had happened to her since her capture she would be dead to them anyway. She entered the room and sat as indicated that she should. SHe wasn't certain where to cast her eyes so she cast them down again, at her newly bandaged feet and waited to see what he would do.

 

[bullshot]

Jason

"I suspect it has been a delibrate attempt to abort her child." Jason was as shocked as she was he certainly hadn’t authorised the misuse of the pregnant slave.

“Why would I let you heal her and then have the child aborted?” he asked “Any child born to a slave automatically becomes the property of the slaves owner at the time of birth so the pregnant slave would give me a double return,” he added as he tried to figure out who of his men would stoop so low.

Then he wondered who was the father of the child as he’d never laid with that slave so one of his men was afraid that his child would grow up as a slave and from what Miren said there must be more than one of his men misusing her.

“What you’re telling me is that she’s being used over and over again in a short time which means that there is more than one of my men fucking her,” Jason asked having noted the colour rise in her cheeks as she’d mentioned sexual activity.

“I don’t know who the father is all I know is it isn’t mine as I’ve never laid with her but obviously whoever he is he doesn’t want his child to be a slave,” he told her. “I’ll see if I can find out from some of my most trusted men but of course it could be one of them,” he added.

“The only thing I can do to protect my investment is to lock her in a cell and have you feed her each day,” he suggested as there was no other way he could stop the misuse as he was sure his men would lie about it but he knew that as a healer Miren wouldn’t lie in matters like this.

 

[Otto26]

Castor reached over and used his fingers to lift Aaja's chin until she was looking at him. He smiled at her. "Much better. You're very lovely Aaja, and you have nothing to fear from me." He examined her closely. Weia had obviously had her cleaned up, but there were still some signs of fading bruises upon her body. Her eyes were a shade he had not seen before, even amongst the other species. And her hair... He stroked the soft hair appreciatively and his eyes darted down to her mons, wondering if the color was natural. He saw no hair and noted that her arms and legs were hairless as well. Curious, he reached between her legs and ran his fingers over her. She stiffened, but he held his hand still and she slowly relaxed and he resumed his exploration.

A knock at the door announced the arrival of the wine and Castor idly called for the servants to enter. One brought a tray with a glass decanter and two small glasses. The other brought a tray of delicacies: candied fruits, nuts, pastries, and such. Castor traced his hand up her belly to her chest, cupping her breasts to feel the weight of them and gently squeezing. Her eyes darted from him to the servants and back again. He shrugged his shoulders at the implied question; the servants did not matter. Not even when one of them stared at her in obvious approval.

The servants left as quickly as they had come and Castor took his hands away from Aaja's body to pour wine into a glass. He then pointed to Aaja and mimed pouring a glass.

 

[slippedhalo]

Castor reached over and used his fingers to lift Aaja's chin until she was looking at him. He smiled at her. "Much better. You're very lovely Aaja, and you have nothing to fear from me." He examined her closely. Weia had obviously had her cleaned up, but there were still some signs of fading bruises upon her body. Her eyes were a shade he had not seen before, even amongst the other species. And her hair... He stroked the soft hair appreciatively and his eyes darted down to her mons, wondering if the color was natural. He saw no hair and noted that her arms and legs were hairless as well. Curious, he reached between her legs and ran his fingers over her. She stiffened, but he held his hand still and she slowly relaxed and he resumed his exploration.

A knock at the door announced the arrival of the wine and Castor idly called for the servants to enter. One brought a tray with a glass decanter and two small glasses. The other brought a tray of delicacies: candied fruits, nuts, pastries, and such. Castor traced his hand up her belly to her chest, cupping her breasts to feel the weight of them and gently squeezing. Her eyes darted from him to the servants and back again. He shrugged his shoulders at the implied question; the servants did not matter. Not even when one of them stared at her in obvious approval.

The servants left as quickly as they had come and Castor took his hands away from Aaja's body to pour wine into a glass. He then pointed to Aaja and mimed pouring a glass.

He gave Aaja such a strange feeling to be around. On one had he was gentle and kind, yet he was firm and she could see a strong will behind his eyes. He wanted somthing from her. She could guess what, but he didn't take as quickly or forcefully as she would have expected. Instead he seemed to want to calm her, teach her even. To what avail, she was uncertain. As he ran his hands along her skin she tried hard not to squirm away from him except when he got close to her private parts she stiffened a little. Her urge was to get up and run from him but she was afraid of bringing out rage in one so peaceful as he had been so far.

The peaceful men, the quiet ones, are like a beach right before a storm hits, Aaja's mother had told her that once. 'Never anger a quiet man. They are the most ferocious and dangerous once their temper blows.' So, Aaja settled herself and let him do what he pleased. He was not rough with her, he gently touched her labia and then ran his hands back up to her stomach and breasts. The feel of him touching and squeezing her breasts got her breathing a little faster. She was surprised at the pleasurable sensation of another's hands, big, strong hands squeezing her breasts, could bring.

While he touched her servants were millign about, bringing delectable looking foods and a drink that smelled sweet. Their eyes on her, and on him touching her this way brough s blush to her cheeks and she looked at them watching and smiling their obvious approval and felt ashamed. But Castor seemed to not care at all. So, Aaja tried to relax.

He poured a glass of the liquid and then seemed to ask her if she wanted some or if she would pour? She wasn't certain which. She picked up the empty glass and reached for the decanter but held the glass out in case he would rather pour instead of her. She did not want to look as if she was trying to be presumptuous. She just honestly didn't understand what the protocol was. "Cas-tor? Wa-t-r?" she asked. Even though she knew this was not water she didn't know the proper word for it in this new language. Her large, ice blue eyes questioned everything. Her fear was still very palpable.

 

[Otto26]

Castor nodded his approval and motioned for her to pour wine into the cup.

"Wine, Aaja. Wine."

"Wine," she said.

He was pleased. She seemed intelligent, if ignorant of the ways of his culture. He enjoyed the company of intelligent women, whether they were slaves or free made little difference, in most regards. When she poured the wine into the cup she set the decanter down and looked... apprehensive. He guessed that her culture was highly codified with very rigid standards of behavior. She would be worried about transgressing an unknown standard and incurring punishment.

He reached down to the cup he had poured and offered it to her. She looked puzzled and then offered him the cup she had poured. He accepted it and took a sip. Weia had an excellent cellar, another reason he patronized her establishment, and she had sent very good wine up to one of her most valued customers. He took another sip and watched as Aaja cautiously sampled the liquid. From her reaction he thought she had not tasted wine before.

He reclined upon the couch to study her some more and pointed to the food and then to her, miming the action of eating.

"Eat, Aaja. Eat the food."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"...thankyou Master..." Satisfied for the moment Marcus relaxed and stared at her for a moment she was amazing. Leaving her on her stomach he spread her legs just a little more letting his fingers slowly graze up and down her inner thighs.

"You're welcome pet." He replied letting his fingers graze over her sex, this time more intimately than before, parting her nethers slightly and running his fingers along the length of her slit all the way up to her puckered anus watching her every reaction.

"You're enjoying yourself?" He asked as he continued to stroke her body loving the feel of her body, so strong. His free hand still moved up and down the length of her thighs feeling the firm muscles beneath.

"Tell me Trianna do the K'zin do their hair?"

 

[slippedhalo]

Castor nodded his approval and motioned for her to pour wine into the cup.

"Wine, Aaja. Wine."

"Wine," she said.

He was pleased. She seemed intelligent, if ignorant of the ways of his culture. He enjoyed the company of intelligent women, whether they were slaves or free made little difference, in most regards. When she poured the wine into the cup she set the decanter down and looked... apprehensive. He guessed that her culture was highly codified with very rigid standards of behavior. She would be worried about transgressing an unknown standard and incurring punishment.

He reached down to the cup he had poured and offered it to her. She looked puzzled and then offered him the cup she had poured. He accepted it and took a sip. Weia had an excellent cellar, another reason he patronized her establishment, and she had sent very good wine up to one of her most valued customers. He took another sip and watched as Aaja cautiously sampled the liquid. From her reaction he thought she had not tasted wine before.

He reclined upon the couch to study her some more and pointed to the food and then to her, miming the action of eating.

"Eat, Aaja. Eat the food."

The liquid was sweet as she had suspected, but only at first, it had a heated sort of aftertaste that burned her throat a bit when she swallowed. She made a face that Castor seemed to find humorous and said, "Hot, Hot. Wine hot - here." and she pointed to her throat. She wasn't quite sure if she liked the heated feel to her throat or not. She'd have to try another sip later to be certain. For now Castor was encouraging her to eat.

Aaja beheld the platter with the various unfamiliar confections and even some fruits she had never seen before. She cautiously picked up a red fruit, smaller than her palm and teardrop shaped with tiny little seeds all over it and a green leafy hat at it's top. It looked like a fruit imitating an acorn, only much more colorful and beautiful in red and green. There were many of these red fruits, some sort of berry. She sniffed it first but it didn't smell like much she could recognize. She rose her eyebrows at Castor to ask if it was ok for her to try. He nodded so she took a bite. It was good, very good. One of the best things she had ever tasted. Aaja finshed the berry but soon realized the green part was better left discarded. It wasn't juicy and sweet like the red part. She took another from the platter and held it up. "Castor? What - food -this?" she asked, wanting to know it's name.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

“Why would I let you heal her and then have the child aborted?” he asked “Any child born to a slave automatically becomes the property of the slaves owner at the time of birth so the pregnant slave would give me a double return,”

She shakes her head, moving her long hair through the water like countless pale snakes, "That is a horrific custom, however, I have not accused you of allowing or encouaging the slave and her child to be injured. Had I believed you were a part of the treatment there would have been little point to bringing the matter to your attention. No, I thought you would want to know so you could put a stop to it. Although, I honestly didn't expect your attitude to be quite so callus."

She knew it was a mistake to think there might be any sense of decency in this human... he cared about nothing other than his profits.

“What you’re telling me is that she’s being used over and over again in a short time which means that there is more than one of my men fucking her,”

Miren's lips tighten as she turns to face him directly. Her words are short and clipped, as the Elven healer is too angry to be embarrassed, "You underestimate the nature of the abuse she has endured. She isn't being fucked, she is being raped. A purely human activity, I will add." She stands up and steps out of the tub as she reaches for a bath sheet to dry herself with and she rubs her skin as she speaks.

"Perhaps it will never happen to her again. Perhaps it was a once and done event and all those involved will never touch her again... or maybe they'll try again tonight. However, if it gets much worse she'll be dead before I can save her."

“I don’t know who the father is all I know is it isn’t mine as I’ve never laid with her but obviously whoever he is he doesn’t want his child to be a slave,” he told her. “I’ll see if I can find out from some of my most trusted men but of course it could be one of them,” he added.

“The only thing I can do to protect my investment is to lock her in a cell and have you feed her each day,”

"The child's geneology doesn't concern me, I don't care who the father is. I hope that once your men realize you disappove of their treatment of her they will end it. I will bring her food and check up on her, if you think locking her in cell would keep her safe...I am not so sure that would work unless you were the only one with a key."

 

[Otto26]

"Strawberry, Aaja. Do you like them?"

She nodded and ate the strawberry she was holding. Castor smiled at her obvious enjoyment and took another sip of his wine. When she leaned forward to place the leaves on the tray he shifted forward and took her chin between his fingers. His lips brushed against hers and he felt the movement of air brought on by her rapid breathing. He pressed his lips against hers and his tongue gently parted them. She seemed hesitant, torn between curiousity and conflicting fears, but she did not pull away and her tongue ventured to touch his. He tasted the strawberry in her warm mouth and smiled, releasing her and leaning forward to pull her feet up and onto his lap.

He unwrapped the bandages around one foot and his face hardened at the sight of obviously inflicted injuries. He had seen much worse, but it offended his sensibilities to see such damage done to a beautiful woman. The injuries would heal, if he was any judge, particularly if tended by a competent physician. He pointed to her feet.

"Men did this to you? Why?"

 

[Britwitch]

Trianna

She felt him part her legs wider before running his fingertips up the insides.
"You're welcome pet."
Then his fingers brushed higher, against her sex once more. His fingertips pressing between her folds this time, stroking and feeling along the entrance to her sex before running higher, under her tail, to her behind. Her hips lifted slightly at the feel of his fingers against her sex but then her entire body tensed as his fingers moved under her tail. She was aware that Humans...and other creatures...found pleasure in taking a female there but the very idea worried her more than anything that had been done to her so far.
"You're enjoying yourself?"
His hands moved away from their position around her sex and began stroking her once more, instantly bringing back the purring that had stopped at his fingers stroking beneath her tail. Her bdoy lifting to try and keep in contact wit his hands once more as they stroked the backs of her legs.

"Stroking...Master...is...is very important to the K'zin...is it really the only form of showing arousal that they have, it is very intimate and caring and..." She whimpered as a wave of pleasure swept through her body, making her tremble and writhe a little more on the blanket, her body saying what her mouth could not. His hands in their simple motions rendering her all but helpless.

"Tell me Trianna do the K'zin do their hair?"

His question seemed strange and brought Trianna out of her dreamlike state a little.
"I'm not sure I understand you correctly, Master, but all K'zin be they male or female usually grow their hair long, it's worn like mine unless on a hunting trip, then it's then secured back from the face so as not to fall into eyes and obscure the view...is that...that what you meant, Master...?"

 

[slippedhalo]

"Strawberry, Aaja. Do you like them?"

She nodded and ate the strawberry she was holding. Castor smiled at her obvious enjoyment and took another sip of his wine. When she leaned forward to place the leaves on the tray he shifted forward and took her chin between his fingers. His lips brushed against hers and he felt the movement of air brought on by her rapid breathing. He pressed his lips against hers and his tongue gently parted them. She seemed hesitant, torn between curiousity and conflicting fears, but she did not pull away and her tongue ventured to touch his. He tasted the strawberry in her warm mouth and smiled, releasing her and leaning forward to pull her feet up and onto his lap.

He unwrapped the bandages around one foot and his face hardened at the sight of obviously inflicted injuries. He had seen much worse, but it offended his sensibilities to see such damage done to a beautiful woman. The injuries would heal, if he was any judge, particularly if tended by a competent physician. He pointed to her feet.

"Men did this to you? Why?"

He leaned in to kiss her and Aaja was torn between her curiosity and her fear of what a kiss might lead to. She remained as still as possible and took a chance at returning his gesture, tasting his tongue with her own. He tasted good, and his body felt good pressd up against hers. She felt a sort of protectiveness from him toward her and she needed it, she was so alone in this alien place she needed someone who could guide her. Would Castor be her guide? She wondered.

As he pulled her feet up to look at them she winced as the bandages were removed. "Men did this to you? Why?"

Aaja shook her head and shrugged, "Aaja - Know not slave ways? Aaja many proud and many angry...at first. Aaja no want dirty hands and bodies on Aaja body." she answered in her best accumulation of new vocabulary. Hoping she had made her point. "Aaja not same now. Aaja be good slave ...many afraid."