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Marius handed his traveling cloak to his trusted household slave. It was good to be back in his villa the golden-retriever male thought. The nobleman had visited his landholdings for the past two weeks, now he was glad that he could rest. Even if everything here reminded him of her. As the slave bowed down to leave, Marius stopped him: "Oh, Aesop, would you fill me in a bath?" "Certainly master." The elder deer bowed and left with a smile.

Aesop had been here all his life. Long before Marius was born, his father had bought him and later, the slave had taught him how to ride. Then, when he had become older, Aesop had shown him around in town and taught the younger male, how to impress the girls. After the death of his parents, the slave had become his property, but Aesop was way more for him, he had been by his side when he had married his beloved wife and he had been sitting in front of his door after she had passed away only a few years later. A friend, a trusted friend. Marius had already decided to set him free soon, not without giving him a small farm where he could spend the rest of his life peaceful and worry-free.

About an hour later, Marius stepped into the bad. He dropped his tunic and enjoyed the humid warmth upon his thick fur. True, since she had died, he hadn't had the same motivation to stay in shape, but his daily obligations made sure that he still stayed that athletic, impressive person he had always been.

Sighing, he slid into the warm water, closing his eyes, as he inhaled the fragrance of the herbs his slaves had added. It had been about time that he got the dirt of the road out of his fur. For month, he had concentrated on his grief, cursed the gods for his sorrow, but he had realized, that there was nothing he could do but stand back up and live the life the immortals had planned for him.

"Dominus?" Aesop's voice brought him back into reality. "Yes, what is it?" The slave had stopped in the door-frame. "Placius is here, you remember that he wanted to make a visit this month?" "Ah yes, yes, I remember." Of course, Marius had forgotten about this visit: "Lead him into the dining room, tell him that I'll be with him in a moment.

Just a few minutes later, Marius stepped into the dining room. He wanted to get over with this meeting as fast as possible. Placius was sitting on a lounger, a bowl of whine in his hand, the sturdy fox greeted Marius. He was a slaver. People said, once he had been a slave himself, maybe that was the reason why he was this successful. Anyway, after he had checked his possessions, Marius was pretty sure that he wasn't in need of any of Placius "wares". Still, he was an old business partner, so he had to at least listen to him.

"Ah Marius, it's always a pleasure to meet you." Placius nodded and got up to his feet with a sound of effort: "How have things been for you?" "They are good, thank you Placius. How about you?" "Oh, I'm just back from my travel to the northern lands, I think it has been my last trip there, I'm getting too old for that." He laughed cold and Marius joined in as he filled his own bowl with wine.

After sharing a few non-binding friendly words, Marius felt it was time to get to the true nature of this visit: "So, has your trip to the northern lands been successful?" "Oh yes, very much, what I bought there was well worth the effort, you won't be disappointed." "Placius, you remember how many slaves I bought from you last year?" The slaver scratched his snout longer than necessary, of course he knew the numbers exactly: "I think six or seven." "Eight." Marius answered: "And you know how big my mansions are, I currently don't need more slaves." "Oh, yes, I know you have enough farm-slaves, but give an old merchant the pleasure to at least show you the wares which I am so proud of." Marius smiled understanding: "Certainly, please show me what you've brought."

The first two slaves were athletic looking young wolfs, perfect farm slaves, some would waste them in mines or even train them as gladiators, but Marius really had no use for them. The next one was a slender fox, but Placius told him that he spoke four languages, was skilled in writing and math as well as philosophy. A perfect administrator or a teacher ? if Marius had any children.

The last slave Placius asked in caught Marius attention. It was a young woman, a gray cat. Marius knew her tribe, they were fierce warriors from the forests to the north. Though her fur color was nothing extraordinary, the rest about her was. Placius had dressed her in some revealing clothes, oriental looking, though Marius knew it wasn't really silk and her jewels weren't really gold. The dress accented her beauty, her alluring, slender curves. She must have been younger than he was, maybe just of age. Her blue eyes were lowered to the ground as she stood there in chains.

"Who is she?" Marius demanded to know. "Her name is Elenja, she was caught at a punitive expedition in the north about, hm, well, right before I went there to bring her here. I was thinking about selling her into a brothel, they pay very well for new slaves, but I wanted to show her to you first." Mentioning the fate he had planned for her made Elenja cringe a little, but she didn't dare to move. "How much?"

About half an hour later, Marius and the newest addition to his household watched Placius leave the villa. Elenja was standing by his side, too scared to say a word of her own. "Mina." Marius called and another, elder, female slave appeared. The deer bowed down: "Yes Dominus?" Marius smiled at Aesop's fiancee: "Please, take Elenjy here and dress her in something more practical, show her around and I expect to see her in, hm, let's say an hour." "Certainly, Dominus." The deer bowed again, then reached a hand out. "Come child, there is nothing to worry about. Old Mina will take care of you."

Marius house was huge, Elenja had so far only seen the wooden long-houses of her tribe. But this? A floor made of stone, painted walls, windows made of real glass. This house was full of miracles. And still, she was a slave, there was little she had to expect. But maybe, maybe her fate had just turned into a better direction? During the past few weeks, as she had been sitting on that cart, hands and feet chained, between all those other slaves, she had thought her live was over. And this morning, when she had been washed and dressed, she had noticed Placius look, she knew very well what a pretty, female slave had to expect and she was sure she would have died as a whore. But now, that Marius seemed to be happy to buy her, his voice had been kind and friendly and this Mina seemed to be happy to be his slave. Maybe he was one of those few who treated their slaves like sentient, feeling beings? And, she had to admit it, he was a handsome canine.

Mina led Elenja into another room of the house. She had never seen so many clothes in one place. Simple tunics, dresses, coats. So many different colors, fabrics and cuts. "These are the clothes of our master?s wife." A sad expression lay on Mina's face: "He has ordered us to keep all of them." "What happened to her?" Elenja dared to ask, just to feel sorry she did a moment later. "It was a tragedy, the details are unimportant, but she was the kindest mistress you could have, we all were shocked when she died that young." Mina strained herself: "I don't think we would find fitting clothes for someone like you elsewhere in the house and it's about time to put at least some of these clothes to a new use." Expertly the elder slave walked here and there, took one dress in her hand, looked at it, put it back. All the time, Elenja looked at her curious. Should she really wear one of those? That slaver had dressed her in skimpy revealing clothes, while most of her fellow slaves only had a simple tunic, but still it felt cheap. These clothes here were completely different, they were the clothes of rich people ? and they had a special meaning for her new owner.

"Come in." Said the voice from inside the room, after Mina had carefully knocked. Encouraging, she pushed the girl towards the door. Elenja's hearth beat fast as she pulled the handle and stepped in carefully, her hands folded in front of her. She remained standing next to the door, a slender, fragile figure in the big room. She was now dressed in a green, silken robe, fluent and elegant, accenting her cleavage and her long legs.

Marius sat behind his desk and looked up. There was realization in his eyes, as if he remembered the dress. Was he offended that she wore it? But the expression vanished quickly and something more gentle, satisfied replaced it. He lay his stylus down and got up: "Elenja, is the hour already over? Please, come closer." Carefully, Elenja walked up towards the huge desk. Marius warm smile made her fears and worries melt away. As he stepped around the barrier between them, she took a glimpse at him. His tunic was that of a soldier, plain, practical, tough. Still, it looked elegant on him. And it revealed his strong arms and legs.

"Beautiful." He said as he was now right in front of her. Elena had to look up at him, he made her feel safe, protected and yet she knew that he had control over her. Then why was she sure that he would never abuse that power? "I- is it okay what I'm wearing?" She stumbled. "It looks perfect on you, I didn't think I would ever smile seeing one of these dresses again." The compliment made Elenja smile as well. The young girl shuddered as she felt the male's big hands on her shoulders: "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked. "No." She simply answered. Of course, it wasn't the full truth, she was nervous, uncertain, but really uncomfortable? She wasn't in control of the situation, but for the first time in weeks she felt as if that wasn't a problem, that she would actually want what would happen.

Slowly, gently, his fingers wandered under the straps of her dress, pulling them to the side. For a moment, Elenja thought about how often he had done that when his wife had worn this dress and for the blink of an eye, she felt guilty. But why? They weren't doing anything wrong, and whatever would happen, it wouldn't damage the memory of his beloved, lost wife.

She shuddered as she felt the cool breeze upon her fur as the dress fell to the ground. Had he noticed before that she was nude underneath it? Elenja fought down the urge to cover herself with her hands, she inhaled deep, remaining standing, her beautiful youth exposed to him.

She had expected him to touch her, to claim her, but instead, he suddenly started to walk around her. Elenja felt suddenly uncomfortable, nude, unprotected, exposed to him. He had been so friendly to her, now he was prowling like a predator. She could almost feel his hot breath against her back but a moment later, he was in front of her again: "You are perfection Elenja." Marius said appreciative and by the tremble of his voice, she could tell that he was nervous as well. "Undress me my dear." He commanded with a soft tone.

Elenja had never done anything like this before. Her fingers where shaking as she reached out to touch his clothes, his body, for the very first time. Those simple clothes weren't hard to remove and still, it took her some time, nervous as she was. Was she doing it right? Was she annoying him with her clumsy movements? And again, she felt that warm feeling as she exposed his strong chest. His muscles were clearly visible underneath his silken fur and she had to admit, she had seen few men in such a good shape ? and surely, she had never been that close to one.

When his tunic fell to the floor, she heard herself whimper, not just his chest was well developed and even though she tried to look into his face, she didn't miss the sight of his manhood. A so far unfamiliar feeling rushed through her, making her hearth beat faster and her knee weak.

Marius took her by her hand: "Come with me." He said, leading her towards a door. The young slave followed without even thinking of resistance. Actually, it felt hard to think at all, everything felt strange, so new and yet so nice. His hand was strong, still soft around hers. Of course, it didn't surprise her that he led her into a bedroom. It was a huge, luxurious room, dominated by the big bed with it's red, silken sheets. Those sheets matched the also red curtains and went well with the dark furniture. Still, Elenja felt that her new master had spent countless sad hours in these rooms in the past.

But then again, she had little time to think about that. Embracing her with his strong arms, Marius slowly shoved her towards the bed, tilting his head a little, he brought his lips close to hers. The young girl closed her eyes, letting things happen with her, and as she felt his lips against hers, she opened her moth, letting his tongue in.

It was her first real kiss and it hit her like lightning. He moved so expertly, yet so careful, his eager tongue explored her mouth and invited her to join in. And it didn't take long until she answered his kiss, their tongues soon dancing around each other. His young, fit body was warm against hers and as she felt the bed against her legs, she willingly let him lower her down onto the sheets.

Everything was so new, so exciting. Her own body acted in ways she had never before experienced. How should she act? What should she do? In that very moment, she was glad that her first lover would be not only a handsome, charming man, but also one with experience. She knew she could let him lead her and so she just lay there, legs slightly spread, as she felt him kissing down her frame, making her tremble in excitement.

His lips felt so good on her skin, on her neck, her breasts, Elenja moaned as his lips closed around her so hard nipple and he began to suck gently. She had never experienced something like that. Heat rushed through her and an unknown desire as he traveled further down. Was she behaving properly? She thought for a moment. The people of her tribe would tell her that she would have to fight, that she couldn't let some man of an enemy nation use her like this. But was he using her? Wasn't she enjoying it that much? How could it be wrong then?

Stars sparkled as his tongue got in contact with her already wet sex. She had no idea that it would feel this wonderful. Willingly, the cat spread her legs a little wider, and Marius started to lick up and down, making her moan and groan each time he did. To pretend herself from moaning out too loud, Elenja bit her own finger, throwing her head to the side, lifting her hips up for him. Oh how much she wanted that, needed that.

Her breathing became jerkily, she had never felt that way, but she knew that she was coming close to her orgasm. Then, he suddenly stopped. Elenja opened her eyes again, looking down at herself, seeing her mate lifting his athletic body up. She didn't speak, but she wanted to know why he had stopped, what he was about to do next.

Like a snake, he slithered up onto her body, suddenly locking his lips with hers, allowing her to taste her own love-nectar. It tasted strange, but very good, and his body against her, upon her, felt so good. Not thinking at all, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, moaning into their kiss as she felt his hard member brushing against her inner thighs.

A needy moan escaped her throat as she felt his tip touching her wet labia, she hardly dared to breathe, as desire and fear battled inside of her. Her tail twitched, showing her nervousness, before she wrapped it around his hips, like she was embracing him with it. Would she enjoy it? Would it hurt her?

But her lover was experienced and skilled. Controlling his own desires, he entered her slowly and gentle, spreading her with his pot pole. For a brief moment, she felt pain, a sting that made her clench her teeth, but the pain vanished quickly, as she felt him enter her young, tight body. As she looked up at him, she could see in his face how intense it was for him as well, how much effort it took him to control himself, but finally, he was fully inside of her and for the first time, she felt a male there.

Panting heavy, he slowly started to retract, it was almost too much for her to take, feeling him slide through her warm tunnel, and before he left her, he moved back in, just a bit faster this time, once again penetrating deep into her warm, waiting body, causing Elenja to moan out in pleasure.

He did that again and again, each time moving a little faster. Not long, and she answered his movements by gyrating her hips against him. Letting her own primal instincts take over, she soon slammed back against him, moaning out loud each stroke she felt so deep inside of her. She hadn't expected this to feel so intense, so good, and she surely had never expected herself to love it that much so fast! It was as if they were becoming one and she could feel him tremble and tense now, his movements becoming more erratic, more fierce. Her clawed fingers dug into the sheets underneath her as she felt an immense new sensation course through her and a moment later, Marius moved in one final time, slipping in deeper than ever before. For a moment, he remained like that, and then, with the howl of his kind, his hot seed flowed into her.

It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, it was strange, alien and so very hot! With a final moan, she came as well, rocking against her mate and master, her body clenching against him, as if she wanted to hold onto him forever.

How much time had passed since she had experienced her first orgasm? Elenja wasn't sure. Marius lay next to her, wrapping his arms around her. He felt so warm, so strong and yet, after their love-making, gentle and comforting.

She was a slave girl, what would he, what would this society expect her to do? Should she get up and ask him how she could serve him further? Maybe that would be the right thing to do, she was here to serve, but didn't he serve her just as nicely? Thinking about what had just happened made her head spin, it had been so wonderful and he didn't act like a conqueror who claimed what was his, he acted kind, and friendly, and knew what she needed, what she wanted, even before she knew it herself. He had acted just like a lover.

For the first time, Marius didn't feel as if he was betraying his wife when he desired a female. She would remain a part of him forever, but he had to live his life and she would want him to make it a happy life and only now, with this warm, young body next to him, he knew it could be that way. He was happy that she stayed with him. Sure, when they made love together, he had felt how much she enjoyed it, but that could have been just her body taking over, but now, that she cuddled up next to him and he could feel her naked form next to him, he felt it was true affection.

Just a few days ago, Elenja had feared for her life, just a few weeks ago, she had no idea that such a world, such luxury existed but now, she lay in this huge, comfortable bed of a man that had just made her feel this good and yes, she wanted him to make her feel that way again, make her feel like a real woman, and she knew that she could help him in his pain as well. She belonged here, into this country, into this house, into this bed. And he had known it from the moment on he had seen her.

Only the future could tell what the gods had planned for them, but Marius was determined to make it a good future, for himself and for this slave girl he had taken responsibility for. Kissing her cheek with her long, canine muzzle, he slowly drifted into his sleep.