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She would not dare to trouble it when it was rumbling and disturbed in displeasure. It
was not in her nature to court danger for the mere thrill of it.
Her master did not deign to answer. But I can give you water another way. He
waved a hand to one of the manservants the one with the strong-looking legs and
muscular torso who had put the salmon on her plate.
She licked her lips as she looked at him and placed another forkful of baked salmon
into her mouth. He looked almost as tasty as her dinner, with his firm, round buttocks
and shapely calves. She wondered what he would look like with no clothes on. Would
his body be white or tanned golden by the sun? Would his chest be well furred with
springy black hair or as smooth as her own? Did his cock grow vigorously stiff and
excitingly long and fat when he handled it or would it stay disappointingly thin and
limp?
The master caught the direction of her gaze and frowned again, his black brows
nearly meeting in the middle of his face from the force of his irritation.
She heaved a resentful sigh. Another rule she had broken without really meaning
to. According to her master, she was not supposed to look at another other man with
lustful eyes, or to touch another man at all. Most especially she was not to touch herself
in front of any other man every again.
The rule seemed needlessly harsh to her. What was the harm in looking at a
handsome man, admiring the shape of his legs and wondering about the size of his
cock? She was sure that all human women indulged in such a harmless fantasy. Why
should the rules be any different for her?
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Rainlashed
The thought of taking another human lover did not appeal to her the master kept
her so happily sated that there was no need for her to take another man as mate. She
was simply curious.
Were all human men as well endowed as the master was or was he something
special? Could any man make her pussy as wet as the master did just by looking at her
the way he looked at her, or was it just him? Did he have a special talent that other men
lacked? Would being fucked by any other human man make her feel so good as it felt to
be fucked by him?
She could not believe so. During the five days she had spent in his company, he had
mated with her in every way possible. She was confident now that she was learning to
please him well, and he had satisfied her in his turn. Whatever the sisters said about
their delight in variety, she could not believe that any man could be as good to mate
with as the master. He had pleasured in so many, many ways, and she had done things
with him that she had not even imagined doing before.
At the thought of making love with the master, her nipples begin to tingle and her
pussy to drip and she clamped her legs firmly together under the table to stop her
untimely thoughts in their tracks. She was not supposed to initiate sex games with him,
or even to think about having sex with him except when they were alone together in
their bedroom. That rule, was far too easy to forget. With so many human rules to
remember, it was hardly surprising she could not keep them all in her head at once.
There were too many rules altogether. Far too many.
Her master was whispering to the manservant. She tamped down the rebellious
thoughts in her head with some effort and went on with her dinner, savoring each bite
as she brought it awkwardly to her lips. The salmon was definitely the most delicious of
all, but the other dishes, though strange to her palate at first, were quite tasty in their
own way. She could definitely grow used to human food.
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Leda Swann
When she had finished eating and laid her knife and fork carefully down on her
empty plate as she had been shown how, her master stood up and held out his hand to
her. Come. I have a treat for you.
Eagerly she rose from the table to follow him. A treat? Was he going to show her
some new human sex game? Were there some delights she had yet to sample with him
to explore? The thought made her breathing quicken in anticipation. What is it?
He shook his head. Be patient. You will see it soon.
She pulled her hand out of his in a sudden sulk. Tell me what it is, she said,
stomping her feet on the wooden floor. She had had enough of all his rules and all his
control. I want to know now.
He stopped halfway down the hallway, so suddenly that she ran into his hard
length in the dim light. I said be patient. He sounded like he was very nearly out of
patience himself.
She did not feel like being patient but as usual he gave her no choice. A few more
days of obedience would hardly kill her. Mutely, she placed her hand back in his and
allowed him to lead her upstairs and into the bedchamber they shared.
Inside the bedchamber stood a large tub from which little tendrils of steam were
escaping. Here is your treat, impatient wench, he said, gesturing to the tub. I have
had the servants draw you a bath.
She was gazing at it in awe and amazement, all thought of sex games gone instantly
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