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Crossing Boundaries

Part Twelve

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

She smiled, sitting back as he gave her space, though Kael stood, staying there, his expression twisted, lips pressed together. She tried to fish through her memory for what that expression meant, but she had never honestly seen upset on a human face without anger, anger directed at her, swiftly following it. Unconsciously, she tensed, though her mind also knew that there was nothing she could do about it. With trained animals, not anthros, it was something called “learned helplessness" or “tonic immobility", depending on how it presented itself, though Siderva had never heard the term to understand it.

“That is quite fine," she said softly, slowly, not wanting to incite him. “I am sorry if I have angered you, Kael. But I do not think there is changing anything in my mind."

He stared at her, blinking slowly.

“You can't want to live like that…"

“No," she said with a shake of her head. “But what sense is there in hoping for something that's not going to come? I was wondering though…" She took a breath: that was harder to get through than she had expected. “You are a human… Can you give me that…what the human soldier gave to me? Can you make me feel that pleasure again?"

Her voice took a hard edge of desperation, though an old tinge of pride kept her hands in place, not clasped imploringly before her.

Kael swallowed hard and took a half-step back, worry tingling at the back of his neck, the tiny hairs there standing on end. Close by, Giselle paid attention to the shift in her master's mood.

“Master, are you okay?"

“Yes, yes…" He took her hand and, without thinking, brought it to his lips so that he could kiss the back of it. “You worry too much, Giselle… Everything is fine. With me, at least…"

If she hadn't been so fixated on getting the pleasure again, the mere prospect of it, Siderva would have paid more attention to that overly familial, loving action, Giselle's tail lifting a fraction and wagging lightly too. Yet all she could think about was getting that hit, what she had been addicted to, what had been out of reach for so long, but, finally, may be there.

And all he had to do was to give it to her.

Kael shook his head, fighting against the sense in himself that knew he could do it, yes, easily too. He could not break her mind as the soldier who had taken her prisoner had, not until his powers developed more, naturally, but he could give her a jolt of pleasure, for it would naturally follow the pathways in her mind that had already been laid down. All he had to do was supply it and the harm that had been done before would do the rest for him.

But did he even want to do that? Was it ethical?

He nodded slowly, having to give Siderva an answer, one way or another.

“Yes…" He said, dragging out the word so that it almost became a hiss in itself. “I can do that… But I don't think it's something that I should do. What if I'm just like the man that did it to you before? You don't deserve to be treated like that – you never did. I can't willingly put you, put anyone, through that!"

Giselle brushed her tail comfortingly against his leg, though Kael was not to be soothed that easily, not as Siderva gave him a very strange look.

She didn't understand. Not him and not herself. He could do it, he could give her what she had been craving and wanting for so long…and he thought that there was something wrong with that? No one else had, not the soldier who had imprisoned her, not anyone who had seen her during that time. All they had seen was an object, an anthro slave, one that had been captured from the war. No more than that. In the end, the serpent had not thought that she was really anything more than that, not at all.

But him… He was different. She had not seen or known him for all that long indeed, but she could already tell that he was not like the man who had enslaved her. He had been interested in her only as a plaything, no more than that, something that could be investigated, abused, toyed with – and then tossed away as soon as she served no further purpose to him. That had been different. If Kael had wanted that from her, he could surely have just taken her while Giselle had the knife to her throat, even used something to strip her of what magic she could have cunningly used, if she had at all been inclined to. The aggressive magic… Maybe that was something she could come back to one day, but after the horrors of the war, Siderva was not all that sure that it was something that benefitted her in that day and age, not even if she had indeed been a battle mage.

He should have been powerful, cold, calculating, even aloof. And yet he was none of that, innocence shining in his blue eyes, sharing a look with the dog. There was something more there too, something that the serpent could not quite put her finger on, though it was not as if it had been explained to her. Nor did she understand the bond between humans and dogs.

“I'm sorry," she said softly, eyes downcast, unable even to look at his face anymore. “I should leave… I never intended to put you in this position. I only needed to meet you, I needed to see…what you were like. But I did not know what else I came here for."

“Perhaps you were looking for answers," Giselle said, offering her a slightly friendlier smile, though the dog did not let her guard down in the slightest, her shoulders tense. “That is not a bad thing. Master encourages me to find the answers all the time."

Kael smiled.

“And you always get it right, Giselle. Because you're kind, smart and intelligent."

The dog tilted her head to the side, ears pricked.

“Aren't smart and intelligent the same thing, master?"

Kael laughed, the ease between them impossible to miss. Suddenly, Siderva pulled back, lips pressed together, even the flickering of her anxious tongue tucked within her mouth. It did not belong out there, much the same as she did not belong there, not there in that scene, not with the two of them. And yet she stayed, sat frozen in the armchair, her fingers unconsciously gripping the arms, eyes fixed on them, the master and the dog.

He could do it… He could give her pleasure. But would she have the stomach to go through it all again? Or was her life so worthless, by that point, that any tiny bit of pleasure was worth it, regardless of how much or how little she got from it?

She could imagine it right then, though it was an unsatisfying memory that made her whimper, tail pulled in tightly against her calf and ankle. Siderva remembered how the pleasure had warmed her through, exploding in her mind. It was not unlike an orgasm and yet something far more potent, for she could not imagine being addicted to orgasms, no: it was different, much stronger than that. It was nothing that she had ever been able to find something to replicate it, nothing that could give her a hit of what she had needed.

It had been like an explosion, but not an explosion. Prickling, fiery tingles of warmth lancing through her body, a spark that had been set off, her fingers curling, toes flexing, tail slinking out, so soft and easy, so loose and so relaxed. It had held her there, that flux of pleasure, like nothing else ever could, suspended in a wave that went on and on and on without cresting or peaking, only starting and stopping. Exactly when the human wanted her to feel it and no more and certainly no less than that.

She had to do it. She knew it in the core of her being, what little was left of her in there, the resolve tightening in her gut. If she could feel that pleasure again, to live every day, maybe more like herself… Yes, she would need to come back to him again and again, living as nothing more than a pleasure-addicted slave, perhaps even lower than the dog who served him, but that felt as if it had to have been a worthy sacrifice, if only it meant that she could have some kind of relief.

Maybe she would be able to use her magic fully and freely again. Maybe her mind would set her free, at least in some small way. She'd beg him for it, she was sure of it, and she was unsure whether the university would even allow her to stay there, yet she had to try, had to do something, had to press on into the devoutness of need, all for the hope of seeing an end.

Siderva shuddered. She hadn't had that hope in a long time, too long. Maybe it was wrong, but it was there, one way or another. Pride be damned, self-respect be damned.

And yet…

The serpent-woman sighed, unaware of Kael and Giselle exchanging a look that said more, between them, than any words could. She knew what the consequences of it would be. They'd never be able to hide her there – it would all get out. Everyone would, in the end, know who she was, for there would be records of her in the war, even if they had not come to the forefront of any minds afterwards. No one had cared much for those that were captured, shellshocked by how their borders had changed, the atrocities that so many others had had to endure. Everyone had been so wrapped up in their own shame that they had not even thought about those that had been captured. That much, she could understand.

However, without their fear and shame to take up their attention, she would be in the spotlight, set before the fire on a festival's eve in a way that she had never wanted to be. She would be found out and it would all come out, every sordid, debasing detail of it, everything that she had been forced to do and the begging, whimpering slut of a snake that, yet again, she had been reduced to. Anthros would shun her and scorn her if she did beg for him to give her pleasure like that and Siderva, not even then, could not have trusted herself not to fall to her knees in public, wanting that hit, craving it more than anything else in the world. They'd cursed her, back then when other anthros had seen her as a slave of the man, in the lands that the humans had taken over, previous anthro lands, thinking that she had gone willingly over to their side. They blamed her for their losses and, in a big way, Siderva blamed herself too.

Sometimes, on her darkest of nights and her greyest of days, she had thought that she really would die if she didn't feel it again. Every time, she had come through it, woken up again, but it hadn't helped anything. It had not made her feel like she could conquer it, that she could be more than the slave that the human had reduced her to.

But if she could feel anything good and pleasant again, to end the daily suffering… Siderva tightened in on herself, pressing in, a hand over her heart.

No… No. She had to be strong. She had to find another way. She hadn't gotten any answers there, but she could not stay.

“I must leave," she said, rising, pretending to dust off her robes as if that would at all lighten the appearance of them at all, bedraggled, ripped, as useless as she was. “I should not have come here, much less in the middle of the night."

That was what she wanted to say, at least. But the words that left her mouth were quite different.

“Please make me feel the pleasure again," she whispered. “I will do anything, just once, please, I beg of you… I just want to feel something good, I want to feel like there could still be something good in this world, like there could still be something good in me!"

Once she'd started, she could not stop, breaking into a sob and throwing herself on the ground before him. It was not her, not the serpent as she had been, but a broken form of her – who she really was after the prior abuse of the human, though she didn't think she would ever be her true self again. Experiences shaped anthros and they couldn't simply be taken back, not like that, not just like that.

“Please… Please… Please…"

She was barely aware of what she was even saying as she clawed at his legs, hanging off his nightgown, though it was not her. She didn't want to do it, didn't want to be like that, snot bubbling up and tears streaming down her face, panting, heaving… But she had to, she had to have it, her logical mind and her emotional one not in line with one another.

She screamed at herself, in the broken sanctity of her mind, begging herself to stop, to not debase herself, not to demean herself – and yet what did she even think she could do? She was there, she was broken, a useless broken-down whore who was addicted. And there was no hope for her, nothing more than to finally give in to her addiction in one small way

Kael looked down at her, his hands in the air, not wanting to touch her, not knowing what to do. What, in the name of the kingdom, was he supposed to do in a situation like that, after all? He didn't know how to heal her, he couldn't fix her! But did she really think that he was just going to be like the man who had abused her and treated her as badly as all that? Did that mean that she wanted it too? It didn't bear thinking about, groaning, reeling, putting a hand to his forehead.

I'd much rather be asleep right now…

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Yet he was still young and stubbornly stayed where he was. It was not his battle to fight – and yet it felt like it was, simply because it had been another man who had enslaved and broken her. It felt as if it was down to him to do something, anything, when there was no one else in the world who could or would, no one that would even pay her any attention at all.

He sighed, shaking his head. Her begging, her words, an incoherent stream of pleas, her eyes closed. She couldn't even look up at him imploringly anymore, hacking out choked gasps and pleas through her sobs.

Kael's heart twisted. He couldn't leave her like that. He had to do something, anything, if only to tide her over until he could find a way to fix things for her, to make things right even when he was not all that sure that they could be made right for Siderva ever again.

He sighed, murmuring to her softly, trying to soothe her, but the serpent-woman was not to be consoled, not even as his fingers traced slowly over her head. He did not know exactly how she had been treated before, but he could take his best guess at it, fingers sliding gently over her hide, the snakeskin rough under his fingers. She had not been looking after herself all that well, that much was certain, but he hoped that there was something he could do to change that, even if he was unsure about changing anything.

Trying… That had to be it. Trying to do good, even when he didn't see the path there, had to lead him right, one way or another. Maybe that was what could make him just a little bit different from those that had done harm before him.

Maybe. He could only try.

He didn't think as his powers activated, slipping into her mind and giving her a dose of pleasure. He tried to make it as warm and as comforting as he could, but, in the end, it was not for him to decide. Her mind would make it what it needed to be, what the old pathways of pleasure and addiction dictated, but at least he could bring that good feeling back to her, if only for a short while. That would have to be enough, enough for him and enough for Siderva as the serpent-woman gasped and shuddered, shoulders rounding.

“Ohhh…"

It was not a sexual moan, but a moan of relief. Every fibre of her being, every cell in her body, felt as if they had been switched on and were alive again, even if she logically understood that, of course, she had been alive before. But being alive was so much more than eating and drinking and sleeping and merely getting through the day. It was feeling too and the sensation of the knots and chains around her heart coming loose had her heaving for blissful, full breaths that filled her lungs like they had not for so many years. She gasped, lips parted, dragging in all the air that she could, a dying woman in the middle of the dessert given her first sip of water.

And it just kept coming, everything that she had craved, shaking her head, dangling off his robes, whimpering. Unconsciously, the serpent leaned into the man's touch, wanting it all, wanting that good feeling, light and whole, gentle and warm through with simple pleasure.

Yet it was the lack of pain, the lack of the craving, even as she fed it, that came through most powerfully. Oh, she had not known that it could be like that and yet she wanted it even more for knowing it, leaning into him, her senses back, her magic waiting for her, the powers that veined the network of the anthro world. She could use it, she sensed, the block gone, but him too…

She sucked in a breath, eyes opening, the world around her suddenly so much more vibrant than before – had it always been like that? She didn't know, did not care, not even as she stared adoringly up at the man who had given her so much in such a short time.

It was him though… His power… It was so much more than what she remembered, intoxicating as she drank in the pleasure, his eyes worried and fixed on her. He was concerned and she liked that, she liked that he was different. In a way, she even felt that he would have gone on and on, using his powers to give her pleasure, the good feeling she was so addicted to, until he passed out from sheer exhaustion.

With good intent behind it, the pleasure was enhanced, trembling through her, ripples flooding through, warming her body, her extremities, as if she was basking in the sun on a summer day. The serpent took a deep breath, losing herself, the heat of pleasure seeping down into her loins, because more than the simple “good" and more of what she was used to.

“Ohhh… Mmmm…"

She knew it was making him uncomfortable, even though she couldn't help herself. She was sure he would stop her if it was needed, but she was too greedy to take a step back, with all the power he had at his disposal. If he didn't want a moaning, shuddering serpent clutching at him, he could and would remove her, the heat in her loins curling and pulling. That was from a memory, but she, once more, hungered for the pureness of that ecstasy too, what she had sought for so long in the brothels and the back rooms of the inns, thinking that it was the closest thing to the pleasure she truly sought.

Kael swallowed hard, stroking her head softly, though the words that he had been murmuring had long ago died on his lips. He couldn't keep talking to her, not like that, for he could not help that having a trembling woman against his legs made him…feel things. It was wrong that he was turned on, though having Giselle there didn't help either, aroused more by the ladies on either side of him than how Siderva was acting. He didn't want her to be subservient to him, not like that, and he most certainly did not want her to see herself as a slave, to be lower than the lowest of the world, but there was a strong part of him that was drawn to her too.

But, no. He would be strong, he would hold fast. He would not take advantage of her and replicate her past.

Relaxing was his undoing, Siderva sliding her hand up his leg, feeling his calf, curious about the hair she found there. Her mind was not working properly with the overdose of pleasure, yet it kept coming, Kael supposedly waiting for her to tell him when to stop, when she had had enough. But what he didn't know was that she never would have had enough and the heat signature of an aroused male, her tongue flickering in and out to taste the air, was not something that Siderva would ever miss when it came to a human or an anthro.

That time, however, she wanted it. She wanted it for herself, her body rushing to do what it knew, wanting to show gratitude. So what if she showed that with her body? She had to, one way or another, and it was the best way that she knew how, for she was not good with words and it was not as if she had any money to give him, nothing else that she could show her thanks with. That was the way of it, taking her chance as she slid her hand up her thigh to his half-hard shaft, the flesh thickening.

Kael started, trying to take a step back – but she was finally too quick for him. Giselle growled a warning, but Siderva was ready to take a chance, brushing his robe open with a flick of her hands and taking his shaft into her mouth. It didn't matter to her that he was not yet fully hard, only that she could give him what his body wanted, what it all so very desperately craved. What they craved, the two of them, her thoughts jumbled in moans, lust and gratitude brimming over in her heart.

If he had made her whole, it was only right that she relieve his need too. It was much better for her, besides, when she was finally, beautifully, allowed to feel and be too.

Kael grunted, shaking his head, though Giselle was there keeping a close eye on things, even as her master blushed heavily.

“Ah… Hell… No… Siderva, I didn't…" He tried, he really did, but the words stuck in his throat, twisting into a groan. “Mmmph… Siderva, this isn't…needed. You don't have to do this, I promise… Ah…"

“She seems to want it, master," Giselle said with a cheeky wink and a half-shrug, not at all worried that the serpent was on her knees before her master, coaxing his needy cock to a full hard-on with her mouth and tongue. “There is no sense in her that it is coerced or forced in any way."

Kael shuddered.

“Ah…" He said. “That's good… Mmnngghh…"

He didn't want to make sounds like that, but it felt too good with her mouth around him, even if he knew he should have been more cautious of her fangs. Kael couldn't help it though, much like she could not, two bodies that needed one another and were helpless to do anything other than exactly what they needed, at least then.

She sucked him deep, moaning around him, though the serpent did not need to drop a hand between her scaled thighs to pleasure herself. There was already more than enough in her system, Kael's feeding of her juddering but not stopping, not even as she proved to be quite the distraction with her lips around his cock. Her tongue twined around him, keeping her fangs away from sensitive flesh, though, after all her time working at the inns and selling her body for any money that she could get, it was at least one thing that Siderva could honestly say that she felt skilled at.

It never would have made her feel good to know that she was skilled in something like that before, but it did then, tingling through her. Was that pride? Oh, she had missed that, the warming glow, the pushing pulse of it, urging her on for more. What a small achievement and what a throbbing flash of delight! His hands rested on her head and she bobbed her muzzle slowly on his cock, encouraged by his throaty curses and moans, words that she had not heard from any lips in many years.

“Ah… Siderva… Mmm… Mmm, that feels so good, that's amazing… Are you…sure? Are you sure you…mmm…want this?"

She answered him with a long, hard suck that took his breath away and made Giselle chuckle, the dog shaking her head, though she was more than confident by then that Siderva was no longer a threat. That was something to take the weight from her shoulders, at least, as she drew them closer to the sofa, simply and lightly ensuring that they would be comfortable where needed.

Siderva, however, was aware, even then, that there was a bit of escapism going on for her. She had latched onto the first thing that had seemed reasonable for her to give back to Kael as if she had to desperately please an owner all over again, though she didn't want to think about it. The pleasure was too good, the feel of his cock throbbing on her tongue was too good, passion rising, twisting heatedly and curling in the warm pit of her belly. Drinking down pleasure and sex and losing herself in all the good sounded like the best way of escaping her reality, what she had done, if only for a little while.

While she had been made like that, trained like that, it didn't seem like all that much of a bad thing anyway, not then, not ever. Some things would never change.

He grunted, pulling her back from his cock with some difficultly, head spinning his cock throbbing more powerfully than ever. His entire length was slick with what he hoped was saliva, though if it was Siderva's venom he couldn't feel anything anyway and he did not think that she would be so careless, not there, not then.

“Mmph… No – wait, Siderva, please!"

He had to physically hold her back from him, trembling before the sofa, Giselle there in case he needed her, though the dog was more amused by what was happening than anything else. The serpent-woman whined, licking her lips, her eyes smouldering as she looked up at him from her knees.

“Don't you want it?" She murmured, her tongue flickering in and out in a soft hiss. “You need it too…"

“But I want to make sure that this is what you want first," Kael said firmly, thinking a little more clearly even if his erection was still freed and throbbing, a hard-on that he could barely drag his attention away from. “Siderva… You've been through so much. I don't want to be anything like all those that forced you to do things before. That's not who I am, I promise. But I do…find you attractive."

An older man, or perhaps just an older Kael, would have been strong of will, but he was not to be blamed for admitting that. He was still young, in his first year of the magic university, trying to find his way in a world that had been vastly shaken up beyond all comprehension he had previously held.

“Kael… This is the best I have felt in many years," Siderva said, her tail twisting around, brushing very gently up against his leg, wanting that connection even as he held her hands back by her wrists. “I want you to be…my master, my master here, right now. I want this. I don't want to go back to that pittance of a life! I want to be me again, whole again! So, why don't you just keep making me feel amazing and enjoy your new ssserpent ssslut?"

She hissed, eyes alight. Yet the words were hers, straight from the heart, wanting it. Sure, sex was all she had had since her downfall, since her capture and release, if it could even be called that, but it didn't mean that sex was a bad thing. It was something that she knew and something that could be enjoyed too – and, finally, she could enjoy it for herself too!

Her old words would come back to her, not of the chained, addicted and denied, Siderva. But that would be seen in time, only in time. Until then, she would passionately take all that she could, learning to live her life all over again, to find the joy in it. And if the canine with the man was treated as well as she seemed to be, well…there could be no shame in, at the very least, calling Kael master. Even if he did not own her, or take ownership over her, they would both get something out of the relationship that benefitted them both.

It may not have been the healthiest of ways to do things, but she had the man, figuratively, in the palm of her hand. She stood, snaking her hand back under his robe, leaving no question in his mind as to her readiness. If she was that open about what she wanted, how could anything they did possibly be wrong?

Desperate, Kael exchanged a look with Giselle, though the canine only winked and went to open the door leading through to the bedroom for him, their abode on a single floor, smaller than what Kael was used to. But it would than do for them both, the serpent-woman backing him into the bedroom, taking her lead, in that instance, from Giselle.

There was nothing more for it as he groaned, succumbing, though not even he knew whether he was doing the right thing or not. Sometimes the lines blurred, though Kael tried to focus on giving her a steady stream of pleasure, making it constant, something at least to soften the blows of everything that Siderva had endured over the years. It was not much, he knew that, but he could do it, perhaps even teasing away the edge of her surely lack of warm feeling towards human beings.

But Siderva didn't seem to mind at all, not as she toppled onto the bed with him, her lips meeting his, showing the man just how snakes kissed. And soon she would be the fourth anthro – including Giselle – that he had had sex with there, even if he had not expected, quite honestly, to meet anyone there that would be interested in him in that way. He had only been glad that Giselle had returned his feelings, but the dog had gone from strength to strength, growing into herself much as he was, away from home, sitting herself close to them, on the bed.

Giselle, however, was not there to help, only to observe and make sure that her master was safe and enjoying himself. Kael groaned, Siderva pushing his robe from his shoulders, her own practically falling from her frame. Then and only then could he genuinely appreciate and admire her, sweeping his hands down her body, her smooth hide, though it was rougher where she needed to shed, surely. In time, with enough care, he was sure that her snakeskin would once again gleam – and he would try to give her everything that she needed, if that was the case.

Kissing her was an experience, her tongue too wet and slippery, twisting back and forth and winding quickly around his, for him to chase, settling for deepening the kiss and sending deeper, flushing throbs of pleasure to her. Yet there were other ways that he could bring Siderva pleasure, of course, without the use of his abilities at all, Siderva whining and arching against him, the rise of her chest suggesting the proximity of breasts. However, as she was not a mammalian species, they did not have any function or nipples, only a small shape that defined them. It could have easily been missed under clothing and he groaned, rolling her onto her back and kissing her neck.

“You're beautiful," he breathed, glancing at Giselle, who had her hand between her thighs, out of the corner of his eye. “Never be hurt again."

Siderva shivered, arching her chest against him even as his hands roamed her body. Oh, that felt like a command and yet it was one that she would have been happy to carry out, if it was the sort of thing that she had any say in at all. With him, however, she felt like she had a say again, shivers and memories of herself coming back through, floating on the surface as if they had been buried underwater for far too long.

It was her time to take though, sliding down him, sharing a kiss, nuzzling his chest, exploring him. She knew what a human looked like without their clothes, of course, but that was the first time she had truly been at liberty to look at one and roll her hips, desire building. It would not be long before she could not hold herself back, though the clawing, nagging thoughts of what she had done, of how she had begged, still stirred in the back of her mind.

They pushed her on, driving her to force out the darkness, drowning it with sex rather than alcohol – though it was a coping mechanism that Siderva would have to find a healthier means of another time. Kael would give her the pleasure without expecting anything in return, she was sure, though her tail lashed around his leg once again as, with him lying on the bed, she took the full length of his shaft lovingly into her mouth.

Giselle watched as her master moaned and bucked up into the serpent's mouth, glad that everything had worked out so well, even if she was already planning a time to take a quick dog nap the next day. Even when she had to be on watch, there were times when she could leave him, more or less, to his own devices, such as when he was in a quiet, boring, studious class. Giselle wasn't all that interested in those, but she was interested in the slide of her fingers into her pussy, relaxing a little more, enjoying the show as the serpent twined her tongue around and around Kael's cock.

In a way, the canine wished that it was her in Siderva's place, though she knew too that the serpent would not be there forever, that Kael was her master first and foremost. Everyone's relationships were different, though Giselle would not know how far she had come from the pack nature of other dogs back where she had grown up and trained, not until they came to be around dogs and humans again.

That wasn't important, not as she half laid back against the pillows, watching as Kael's expression twisted beautifully, striving to control himself even as he came apart right there and then. It was wonderful to behold, seeing her master enjoying himself so much, all so much that she could not help enjoying herself too, letting out a soft whine and leaning back a little more heavily into the pillows.

Kael murmured her name, but his mind was far too caught up in all that Siderva was doing to him to focus on Giselle, at least not then. He would have to, at least in some way, make it up to her later, give her a long, slow fuck, though there was more than enough intimacy to go around there. He moaned as Siderva devoured his shaft, the full length fitting neatly into her mouth, though he didn't know where the next jolt of sensation was going to come from, not at any one time. Her tongue was just too quick, slippery, bringing a different rise of sensation that even Oshun, the dragon battle mage teacher, had not been able to encompass.

Each anthro brought something new with them, he thought through hazy eyes, panting, groaning, rolling his hips. And yet he could not and would not hold back as his cock throbbed, tipping over the edge right there inside her maw. He spilt his load, thick spurts of seed flooding her maw, though there was more than enough space in there for Siderva to gulp it all down. Her throat worked noisily, hands balanced on his thighs, moaning around him, the subtle, soft vibrations travelling into his body.

Ecstasy rendered him weaker, the flow of his ability stuttering merely from distraction alone, and Siderva hastily pushed up his body, kissing and licking at his neck, letting his shaft recover. With her attention on him, Kael gently stroked up and down her back, the sweep of Giselle's tail tickling his mid-back from where she lay nearby, letting her know that it was okay, that he was there for her. Of course, the best way he could show her that was by giving her a deep, warming stream of pleasure, not letting her go without, her body aching for it with every rock and grind of her hips.

“Ohhhh…" Siderva moaned, head rolling back, though it seemed only natural for her legs to spread around his, finding herself on top, straddling his waist. “Yessss…. Pleassse…"

She couldn't stop herself from hissing as she desperately ground her wet pussy against his cock, the slit of her sex soft and warm and dripping between her thighs. She couldn't even remember the last time that she had been that turned on, trying to get his cock inside her, though her mind wasn't working as it should have been. As Kael's shaft pulsed back to full hardness, ready for her, he had to guide his length into her, letting it slip in deep.

The serpent woman's body stiffened, an arch in her back, eyes wide, moaning loudly. She couldn't help it, not even as Kael shushed her, aware that there were others in the university, the other student dorms not all that far away. Yet she was too far gone for that as orgasm exploded through her.

Her screech of pleasure echoed through the room, only dulled by the heavy curtains and the rugs on the floor, soft furnishings assisting in absorbing noise, though he lunged for her. Grabbing her muzzle, he muttered an apology, half curled up towards her, abdominals aching, though he could not stop, would not stop, not as her hot, tight pussy rose and fell on his cock. She was a perfect fit, or maybe she knew a trick or two from the worse times of her life, pleasure swamping him.

It was just as well that he had only just gotten off, considering how close to the edge he was again already, allowing his stamina that extra jolt that it needed, one way or another. He wanted to hold on for as long as possible, re-energised and feeding her as much true pleasure as he could through her orgasm. If he could stock up Siderva with as much as he could, maybe she would be more comfortable for longer, though he knew that there was most likely a tie between them already that could not be broken, not until he truly freed her mind.

Still, the moment was all that it needed to be, her hips rising and falling shortly and sharply, keeping his cock as deep as it could be as if she loathed lifting away from him too much. Siderva hissed, nuzzling his hand as she came down from her high, though she locked her gaze onto him with the eagerness of one who had not gotten off at all, rejuvenated with energy and lashing her tail in a wide sweep across the bed.

“Nothing's ever felt like thisss," she hissed, locking the tip of her tail around his ankle, though Kael wasn't going anywhere. “Oh, Kael…"

She moaned, able to control herself a little more quietly that time. The pleasure gave her something to focus on as his shaft filled her, wonderfully, over and over again, needing and wanting it. Yet it was a strange thing indeed for her to so easily get what she wanted, relieved that she could lean into the pleasure and not, for once, think that it was going to be ripped away from her at a moment's notice.

No… Not with Kael. She could trust him, she was sure, even if Siderva truly was clutching at straws. She rode him passionately, her eyes sweeping from him to his dog, though the canine seemed to be very much enjoying herself too. That much Siderva did not quite understand, but that was all well and good, as long as everyone was getting what they needed. That, at least, was something she was more than familiar with.

She rolled her hips, taking his cock deep, sinking into the pleasure. Oh, it was good, even better with warmth flooding her veins, as if he was prickling deep into her mind with tendrils of power. She could feel how strong Kael was, but it was as if he didn't even know for himself – were all younger humans like that? Siderva wasn't in a position to say one way or another, her pussy clenching reflexively, doing everything that she had both been trained to do and had learned to do to please him, milking his length.

They rocked together in perfect harmony, even if they were not ideally in sync with each other. But sex was never meant to be perfect and some parts bumped up uncomfortably against one another, some messy parts. The reality of it was better than the fantasy as she panted, her mouth hanging open, nostrils flaring and puckering sharply as she dragged what air she could into her lungs. Still, the tightness in her body grew and grew, as eager for another orgasm as her body had been for the first one.

And when Kael's hand brushed her clit, circling and pressing down, working out what she liked, Siderva howled in muted ecstasy all over again, climaxing on his cock as she squeezed around him. Another rush of wetness, her arousal coating his length, flowed forth, though that was entirely out of her control as she floated in the space between sexual pleasure and pure pleasure, both different sides of the same coin. One was an addiction that had been trained into her and the other was something she had sought in an attempt to find that addiction pleasure again.

It was confusing, all a mess, but all she had to do to chase away the dark thoughts was to linger in orgasm, the thrust and the roll of her hips bringing her to evermore fresher highs of delight. She cried out, even as he rolled her over, lightly pinning her to her back on the bed, driving into her with raw, wild, male abandon.

She adored every second of it, clinging to him, her tail still around his ankle, even as he drove into her. He must have been taking his cues from her, from the roll and the rise of her hips as the serpent-woman met his thrusts, though Siderva admired that. It meant that his attention was on her, that he was focused on her, even as his skin flushed with heat, need rising through. For Kael need his high too, even as she crept closer and closer to her own, all over again.

He panted, heaving, the muscle on his arms showing through in clear definition, cock aching. It had been too soon to fuck again but he hadn't been able to help himself and Kael doubted that he would have wanted to hold back anyway. She cried out his name so softly, calling him on, that he didn't want to resist, wanted to make it right, even as he thoroughly enjoyed the experience, memorising her moans, the feel of her skin against his. Yet everything had to build to a peak, panting, moaning, whispering her name even as Giselle's soft groans of climax reached him too.

It was never down to Kael, however, to stop himself from unloading inside her, bare, nothing stopping the closeness of their flesh, though they had nothing to worry about. He thrust hard, bending one of her legs up a little for a better angle, driving as deep as he could into her, the serpent encouraging him on with moan after moan, clinging to him as if she never wanted to let go. He spent himself inside her, spurts of hot cream filling her, though his thrusts lasted longer than his orgasm itself, sweat beading and trickling down his gleaming skin, flushed with the heat of physical exertion. Still, Kael did not collapse on top of her when the deed was done, sated for the moment, even though Siderva's tail curled up against him, between his legs, with suggestion in the twist of her body.

“No," he managed to say, slumping down to the bed between Giselle and her, framed by two warm, lustful bodies. “Later… Will give…more pleasure…"

He had to do that, of course, using all the energy he had to soften the edges of it, to give her that stream of pleasure, though he would not be able to maintain it when he was asleep. That could be something more he could learn, if needed, but the serpent hissed happily, stretched out beside him, every inch of her snakelike in that moment even though she was an anthro. For Siderva knew that it would come again with a kind master, a kind one that claimed her, even if she had willingly given herself over to someone else, begging for pleasure like the addict she truly was.

If it was to be the way of it…she was running out of reasons to flee from her addiction, especially now that she had found an especially kind source of it. Even her body felt lighter, as if she relaxed into the bed more easily than ever, despite the aches in her body from intercourse. Just having sex that was actually enjoyable again was an experience in itself for her as she curled up against him, her head tucked in against his chest, slumbering softly, trusting him. She didn't have any choice, technically, in whether to trust him or not, though Siderva instinctually did.

Kael sighed, sharing a brief kiss with Giselle, the dog's eyelids drooping. There would be a lot to deal with, come morning, but he was glad that the night had not ended in a worse way, despite so much being left to do. He could not help Siderva's past, but perhaps he could find a way to tackle her future, to make it something better than the endless cycle of an addict.

“At least you can give her peace until you do know, master," Giselle murmured, nuzzling his neck. “You are a good man."

Kael shook his head lightly, sleep pulling at him. He didn't know about that, but he was going to try to be that, yes, one way or another.

As dawn rose, the trio slept soundly, peacefully.