Desert Slave - Chapter 2
The slave was resting in one of the palace's many guest chambers, as per the princess's orders. He dreamt of Panya, while he slept, since their passionate experience, they were both too bashful to say anything. She moved as quickly as she could in getting the slave fixed in a room, and retreating to her own. Since then, the morning had come, and the palace was waking up. His sleep was disturbed by a knock at the door. He sat up quickly and initially frightened, since being awoken was usually an uncomfortable experience for a slave. It took him a few moments to become oriented in the room, but seeing Panya standing at the doorway reminded him of where he was immediately. She refused to make any kind of eye contact with him, which he really didn't know since he couldn't look at her eyes either. In a timid, barely audible voice, she announced, "The princess, Ashrafia, wishes to see you." She left immediately after, waiting outside for him to prepare himself.
His clothing was gone, and replaced with a much finer quality garb. It was a silk wrap, which tied securely around his waist. Unlike his previous loincloth, this one was clean, and long enough for him. He was impressed by the detail of its lining, and the elaborate work that went into it. As much as he would have liked to admire it, he certainly didn't want to keep his kind host waiting. He left the luxurious room, after, what was easily the best sleep of his life.
Seeing Panya in the hall waiting for him, there was another awkward interaction before she led him down the maze of hallways, into the main chamber, where Ashrafia, sat in an arrangement of silk, down, pillows. She was obviously in a better mood than she was when he last saw her, since she seemed relaxed, and had a pleasant smile on her face while she ate the remains of her breakfast from a tray of varied fruits. Panya announced the slave, getting Ashrafia's attention. She looked up from her seat, and examined the slave for a few moments before gesturing toward a pillow that sat a few feet from her own position. Taking the hint, the slave took a seat on it, unsure about what his etiquette should have been. He looked to Panya for some kind of clue, but she just stood silently, looking at her feet.
"What's your name?" Ashrafia asked, shattering the awkward silence, which she obviously didn't even notice. The slave was a bit taken back by having the pace of his orientation shattered, and stammered before his trained response could take over, "Oh... ah, um, I'm a slave from the Arctic Region. I have been trained to-" She cut him off by raising her hand and giggling lightly. Her sudden reaction, again, shattered his rhythm and left him off-balance. She clarified with a smile, "All I asked was your name." The slave had to think for a few moments, wondering what his answer was supposed to be. Failing to come up with anything that stood out as "correct", he replied in a soft, unsure voice, "I don't have one?"
Being born in the tribe he was, he simply didn't have a name, or a personal identity. In the arctic desert, whoever was strongest had the power. There was a certain species which was easily beaten down throughout their history, and that was where this slave came from. Over the generations, the species was selectively bred so that they were small, adaptable, and tough. These traits made them ideal slaves, since they could handle a heavy workload, require little maintenance, and still be too defenseless to rise up against their owners.
The slaves were bred like cattle, where the ones with desirable traits would become studs and breeders, meant to produce as many slaves as they could before they became useless. The born slaves would then be raised by a separate group of slaves who specialized in childcare. Eventually, they're just dumped into the pit with every other slave, and have to make their own way. Those who can't survive don't, and those which do, do so miserably. This slave was no exception, thrown in with a batch of slaves his age, and just expected to learn his place. Luckily, he learned quickly to try to appeal to the "nobles" for the reward of food.
Among his tribe, he was still something of a small one, not having the physical ability to perform hard labor, which meant he would have to find some other way to earn his keep. His smaller form got pushed aside his peers so often that he knew, early on, that he would have to find an alternative route. The route he found was a musical one, as the nobles enjoyed ambient sounds to keep them more relaxed than they usually were. This slave took to music like a fish to water, quickly learning the skills he needed to fill a roll in the "household". His luck didn't last long, because when slaver caravans showed up to buy slaves, the musicians were the most expendable ones, and he was sold off.
Still being young small and young, he wasn't exactly desirable as a slave, and ended up being traded among caravans for years. Eventually, the caravans led him to the desert, where the heat of the sun threatened to finish him off. If he hadn't been bought when he was, he likely wouldn't have survived his next trip. He knew that better than his new owner, and silently owed his life to her.
"Well, that won't do for a sweetie like you. How about Fei? It's a cute name, and fits you pretty well" Ashrafia asked him, keeping him off guard, since he wasn't used to being involved in a conversation. "Um... yes ma'am, if you wish," Fei replied, watching her laugh once again, taking it as a sign that he was really out of his element. With her pleasant smile never failing to grace her face, she continued to surprise Fei with her words, "Well, whatever you want to call yourself is alright, since I don't really have any need for another slave. You're free to go anywhere you'd like. Although I suggest you stay in the city, since there's so much opportunity here for someone like you."
Fei sat with a confused look on his face, not really sure what to think of her last words. Freedom wasn't even something that entered his mind, and honestly didn't have any appeal to him, since being a slave was all he really knew, and was part of his personality. Thinking that he should try to plead his case, he said, "Wait ma'am, please. I owe you so much; please give me the opportunity to serve you. After how well you've treated me, I don't think it would be possible for me to live a better life." Ashrafia suddenly felt playful from the sugar of the fruit she munched on. "You sure that's what you really want? Or do you just want an excuse to stay with your lover?"
She smiled a bit more evilly as both her servants' faces burned red. She sat, teasing the two timid creatures. Ashrafia was likely the only one of the three would speak at the moment, and took advantage to playfully tease them both a bit more, "Little Panya told me all about it. It sounds like she's quite taken with you, and I can see why." She purred as she moved from her restful spot on the pillows, leaning in toward Fei, slipping her fingers into the waistband of his loincloth, and lightly pulling him toward her. Her gentled guiding tug quickly turned into a sharp pull, as she moved him off balance, and made him fall into the mess of pillows, quickly pressing up against his side. Her voice quickly took on a sensual, throaty whisper as she lightly breathed into his sensitive ear, "She and I are like sisters. We share everything and everyone. This is actually the first time she's been so intensely attracted to a male, no matter who I've tried to set her up with. It's got me curious." She ended her purring whisper with a lick against his ear.
Being an intensely loyal creature, Fei looked up to Panya, wondering if she would step in. Instead, she stood blushing, and actually smiling as she watched her beloved mistress seduce the male. Being from the slave pits, Fei learned that sex was just something horny males and females did to relieve stress. However, he noticed that nobles tended to be more serious about sex, being monogamous with their mates. In a strange country, in a relationship with a servant and a noble, he was simply confused as to what was appropriate. Seeing Panya smile shyly as she watched only served to confuse him further.
Ashrafia, on the other hand, was very clear with where she stood. She never married or mated because of the raw volume of proposals. Every male in the city would likely have tried to become intimate with her at one point or another. She much preferred to have fun than settle down, and to her, sex had become one of her sweetest pleasures. It was like a cool bath, or a fine massage and she didn't regard it as anything more. Panya was a bit more sensitive in the matter, more interested in a single mate that she could love. She certainly didn't mind sharing that mate with the one she already loved, Ashrafia. The scene in front of her, looked like her two loves indulging in pleasure.
Being somewhat more aggressive toward sex than Panya, Ashrafia had no reservations playing with Fei, sliding up to straddle his hips. She only wore a silk robe, since it was still early in the morning, and she hadn't really started the day yet. Also being something of a tease, she slowly slid her robe up until her thighs were bare, and her sex was bare against his silk loincloth. Fei could easily feel the heat from her slit pressing against him, especially since she moved her hips to better grind against him.
There had been a lot of expansion in the city, and Ashrafia had been very busy dealing with the issues that rose, so she hadn't had much time to play recently. Her frustrations and tension built up to something of a climax as she teased her new, young slave, while she slowly opened her robe. Even through her robe, Fei could easily tell that she was a beautiful, and the more she revealed herself, the more it was confirmed. Her sleek, black, extremely well kempt fur lightly shined in the morning light, accentuating every one of her curves. His cheeks reddened again, since he knew she could feel his growing arousal pressing back against her.
More of her bare body was revealed to him as the robe was peeled away. As soon as she opened it beyond her shoulders, she let it slip off entirely letting it fall into a smooth pile around her hips. She leaned in toward him, running her paws along his abdomen and chest while her lips drew next to his. They parted, letting out a long, purring sigh just before she pressed them against his, and kissed him deeply. Wrapped up so completely in the intensity of the moment, Fei had no choice but to return the kiss with equal depth. Her tongue slipped between his lips, inviting his to dance, while they lightly suckled at each other's lips. The passion of the kiss was matched by the pleasure they both received from it, showing that pleasure through their purrs, which vibrated against their lips.
The feel of Ashrafia's paw made Fei's back arch, pushing his chest against hers. She responded to his body's reaction by giving into her own craving and relaxing. Her back gave up any tension it had in it, letting her body lower against his. Her soft breasts pressed up tightly against his chest as she lay against him, letting their kiss grow deeper and more impassioned with every passing moment. The heat of their bodies pressing against each other seemed to intensify, increasing the heat of their exchange until it was simply unbearable. Ashrafia slid her paws down his stomach again, this time letting her fingers slip into his waistband. In a single, trained movement, she unfastened it from him, and pushed the silk garment aside to join hers. Now their bodies could touch completely unhindered. Their new state only served to magnify the intensity of their passion, inspiring the timid slave to move his paws along her hips, up her sides and across her back. His embrace pulled her a bit tighter against him, allowing their shared kiss to deepen further than either thought possible.
All thoughts between the two were completely abandoned, giving way to the baser instincts, which only shouted at them to take one-another. With a long, very pleasured moan, Ashrafia shifted her hips back, grinding against his firm malehood, letting it fill her sensitive folds. If the heat they shared so far was a fire, than the heat the felt now was an inferno, which was constantly growing hotter. The feeling of his full shaft inside her made her body react instantly with her hips rolling and grinding against his pelvis. Their sweet kiss simply couldn't hold out as the lust took over. Since it had been such a long time since Ashrafia had last been with a male, she was almost growling with the sensations that ran through her veins. The pleasure moved through her body in waves, generated by the movements of her hips against his.
The prolonged contact of their hips interlocked was starting to itch Ashrafia's sexual desire. In an attempt to scratch that itch, she started to use her thighs to aid in the efforts. She pulled herself up, lifting almost completely off his malehood, before her thighs simply relaxed, and her hips crashed against his. She sat upright, needing much more scratching to satisfy the itch that burned within her, so her thighs continued to pump herself up and down, slowly building up her movement's pace. Her paws couldn't stay off the slave's body, enjoying the surprisingly toned nature of his body as she used her arms to help support her body while she rode his hips and fed the hunger for him. Each bounce of her body shook her entire body, as if the massage of his malehood against her inner walls spread throughout her entire body.
Fei looked up at the beautiful panther as she rode against his hips, and shared the waves of pleasure with him. When her body pulled away from his he was disappointed to let it go, and followed her with his paws. Even though they weren't pressed against each other, his paws tried to offer a fraction of the sensation by massaging and caressing her body. Her breasts bounced with her movements, almost begging for his paws to attend to them. They cupper her soft, warm flesh, massaging her mounds lightly as they enjoyed the feel. His touch to her seemed to intensify the rhythm of her riding, and tighten the massage of her insides around his malehood. On top of that, she let out a loud moan, one that made her others seem like regular breaths by comparison. It seemed as though he found a particular hotspot for the femme, and wanted to intensify her pleasure though it.
It was his turn to sit up when he brought his lips to her nipple, and offering it a light suckle before he let his tongue out to lick against it. He must have done something right, since her whole body tensed at the feeling of his rough, highly textured tongue pull across her sensitive flesh. Her pleasure was translated through her body, and sent back to him from the tensing of her folds on his shaft. He played with her sensitivity more, lapping at her nipple with a rhythm that matched her riding. It definitely had a positive affect on the black furred feline femme, since she began to move with a wild pace, using as much of her energy to intensify their sexual embrace.
In his new position, her paws had no choice but to move her paws up to his shoulders. His licks to her nipple sent such electrifying surges of pleasure through her that she had to tighten her embrace on him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, both encouraging his licks to continue, and help her gain more stability in her movements. His paws were on her hips and waist now, helping support her weight so that she was able to move more freely, and truly express the sexual pleasure that she yearned for. His hips were unable to stay, even slightly dormant, and they pushed up to meet her pace every chance they could. The two of them moved so perfectly in synch that it was almost as though they were one entity, feeding itself pleasure, which served to feed itself more pleasure. The more pleasure that surged through the two, the more they worked to give each other more.
Their moans grew louder and louder as the pleasure they shared seemed to grow exponentially. Ashrafia almost howled as her body gripped Fei's tightly, holding herself as closely against him as possible. Since she seemed incapable of moving, his hips intensified their thrusts to make up for it and thusly intensify her climax. Her body felt like fire against his as she climaxed hard, squeezing his malehood tightly inside her as he thrust. The tight clamp of her sex around his brought out his orgasm to join hers. Their bodies stayed interlocked, tightly embracing each other, while the automatic spasms of one triggered the pleasurable ones of the other's. They shared the orgasm, constantly feeding off each other's pleasure to return it. It was almost as though they took turns giving each other blasts of heated pleasure, one after another. Their climax was very long, and drawn out until both their bodies were completely drained of energy and simply became sexually exhausted. They collapsed against each other, Ashrafia lying and moaning with her warm, soft body against Fei's purring, solid one.