The Morning After
#5 of The Slave Keiko
She awoke that morning, sore and feeling strange. Like something out of a fairy tale had happened to her. She sat up and looked around the room, to see she was I'm her masters bed. That's when she realized it wasn't a dream after all. She sighed in relief, knowing that her master, well now mate, truly did love her, and now she was his.
Though, she would not stop being his sex slave, she was much happier as the slave with a mate, then as just his slave. she had more meaning now to him.
She laid back down in her masters bed and turned to her side to face him. He laid there, as still as a rock, his face relaxed, his high cheek bones catching the light of the morning sun. To her, he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and he was all hers.
She could hear the maids in the hall talking about her, but she didn't care, she had her master and that was all that mattered.
When he awoke he looked at her and smiled slightly.
"What cha looking at kitty?" His husk morning voice asked her.
She blushed a dark red; "the most beautiful thing in my world, that's what."
He laughed a bit and pulled her close to him. He had been the only thing she had ever had to herself. Her only love, her only partner, and the only one she wanted.
Even though he was like family to her, she loved him more then that. He was what she relayed on, and what she longed for. However, now, she didn't know what to do with what she had.
She never had someone to call her own before, and this was a big deal for her.
She snuggled closely up to him and purred like she did most mornings. He patted her head and held her close before offering to make her breakfast.