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Once they were out in the main area, Higzashi got to making food. Shime sat quietly, watching him under coy lashes. She let her hand slip up along her neck, feeling at the place the Ha'trin had used to make her so wanton last night. Swallowing, she couldn't help the thought that he had done that on purpose. He already knew so much about her, he probably knew she'd never felt that before.

"Do be careful." Higzashi's kind voice made her start. She quickly snapped her hand away, laying it back in her lap as she peered up at him. He placed a bowl of steaming oats before her. She could see he had sprinkled it with sugar, something she hadn't had since she'd been a child. Glancing back up at him, he smiled. "If you start pushing around haphazardly, you could cause harm to yourself."

"Will you teach me?" she asked softly, her voice hopeful.

He let out a long sigh, sitting in the opposite chair. "I would be willing to teach you a lot of things, little one. But that is something I would only teach if I thought I could trust you."

"You can trust me," she said earnestly though there was some shame in her eyes. "I'm too weak to kill you...."

Higzashi fixed her with a stern stare. "That's quite enough of that! I'll not hear that word out of your mouth again." Shime peered up at him with wide eyes. He continued. "If you truly want to learn anything, you will not use that word. You are far from weak, you are lacking in proper training."

"Will you train me?" Again she seemed so hopeful but still afraid of rejection.

"If I do, you will become Ha'trin." He said it with finality, turning to his food.

"I thought there were no females among the Ha'trin?" She watched his face, probably hoping she could pick up on his emotions as he did with her.

"That was true," he admitted quietly. "Though, a few hundred years ago, there was a young Druak woman who managed to accomplish it. She had three daughters, all of them lacking their inherent magic. Since then, a few more women managed it, but they require a different kind of training and a different draining technique. It's still very uncommon, but it's far from impossible." He then looked at her in the eyes. "Are you willing to go through with it?"

She turned her eyes away. She was quiet for so long that Higzashi pointed his spoon at her food. "Eat your breakfast and think. When you are done, we can talk about it more."

Nodding, Shime ate her food. Thoughts of being a Ha'trin made the old hatred she had held bubble up, making it hard to swallow the soft oats.

Higzashi finished with his meal, standing. She looked up at him questioningly, but he told her to stay and finish her breakfast. He went and sat on the couch, reading another book quietly as she ate.

Thinking long and hard on it, Shime decided this was her chance to learn all that she was hoping for. Maybe she could learn a few of the Ha'trin tricks, things she could use against them later when she had what she wanted and she left to return home. How pleased Malvala would be, having lost her brother to the Ha'trin while he was asleep on a mission. She would learn how the sneaky bastards moved around so fast, and she would tell the others so they could kill the Ha'trin first!

All but Higzashi.

Shime glanced over at him. Maybe he was one of the noble Ha'trin she had heard so much about. Maybe he didn't know about his brethren running around and killing defenseless Ha'tinre. For his sake, she would never reveal their village, never return here.

"Are you finished or do you like what you see?" Higzashi grinned at her over the back of the couch.

Blushing, Shime looked back at her empty bowl. "I'm done."

He motioned for her to come to him. Standing, she approached him. He sat up from his lounging position, peering up at her as she stood before him. He had to take a deep breath to calm the sudden pulse of hot lust that ran through him. She had her shoulders hunched forward, her arms twisted at the wrists and clasping her hands tightly in a coy stance. The shirt was much too large for her thin frame, covering her hands. Her knees were pressed together tightly, balancing on those long, opposable toes of hers. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, badly tangled. He decided that would be something he'd have to do, get her to brush her hair.

Moving his legs out of her way, he indicated for her to sit. She flopped onto the cushion, watching him from the corner of her eye. He stared at her for a moment longer before taking a deep breath. "You've got something on your mind?"

"What would you do with me if I didn't want to be Ha'trin?" she asked boldly, turning to look at him. He could tell she was trying to study him as he did her, but she didn't know what she was looking for. That would come with experience.

He let out a heavy breath. "I would have to do something that I'm hoping very much you won't force of me."

"So either I become one of you or you kill me?" Her voice was angry though it was low.

He shook his head grimly. "I would not kill you. Brainwash you, yes. By the time I'd be done with you, you wouldn't even know your own name. Since we do not use magic, we've come up with some very interesting technology. But I would hate to destroy you in such a way." Then he sighed, reaching out to stroke her hair, tucking it behind her ear. "I'm already rather fond of you, little one."

Shime looked down at her feet. She couldn't deny she liked Higzashi. Maybe it was because he had pleasured her. Maybe it was because he was nice to her. She didn't really know. But now that she knew what they were capable of, she could stop playing this game.

"I'll be Ha'trin," she said softly. Then she looked up at him. "You'll teach me everything?"

Higzashi laughed. "Not even I know everything, dear heart. There is too much to learn, even if I could live for eternity. But I would teach you as much as you are willing to learn."

"How long will you live?"

He glanced at her before tapping his wide chin in thought. "I'm not sure. Depends on whether or not I can keep my head on my shoulders."

She blinked blankly at him. He chuckled. "Never mind that one. But I, too, am a cross breed, so I don't know how long I'll be around."

"What are you crossed with?"

Higzashi had to smile at her. He had shown an interest in her, no doubt she was trying to mimic him. He already knew more about her than she knew about him. So he indulged her curiosity. Chuckling, he bared his teeth at her again. "Can you not tell?"

"There are a lot of species with long canines," she replied after staring at him a moment.

"That is true. But can they do this?" He reached out, taking her hand. It was larger than hers, stronger, though his fingers weren't as long as hers. He touched her tenderly, the warmth of him soothing.

Shime suddenly let out a startled shriek, jumping off the couch, falling on her rump. She stared up at him with wide eyes, causing him to snicker. "I'm sorry. I was trying to keep the voltage low." He lowered his hand for her to help back up to the couch, but she cringed from it. "I won't do it again, little one. I was just showing you. It's a rather taxing ability. Jrahkels only use that for defense and mating. It would be difficult to produce a jolt like that again so soon."

Slowly, Shime took his hand. He pulled her back onto the couch, closer to him. He took her hand, turning it so the palm was up. His finger tips lightly ran over the soft flesh. "Did it really hurt?" His dark eyes flicked up to hers in question.

Her pulse quickened suddenly. She turned her eyes away from him so he didn't see how his touch affected her. "Not... not really. I wasn't expecting it."

She felt him tuck her hair behind her ear again. "You should brush your hair. And then I'll see if I can't find some clothes that fit you better."

"Will you start training me now?" She looked at him.

"Or we can wait until tomorrow." He shrugged. "That's up to you. I don't mind lounging about with a book every now and then."

Shime took his hand, holding it up to her neck. "Teach me those pressure points."

He inhaled sharply, his expression solemn. "What are you hoping to accomplish?"

Turning her eyes away from his, she let out a light sigh. "I-I don't know."

Higzashi suddenly pulled Shime onto him so that she was sprawled on him. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her body. Her breathing was ragged in his ear, her heart pounding in her chest. "Tell me what you really want, little one," he whispered in her ear.

Shivering in his arms, memories of the previous night were fresh in her mind. She wanted to feel it again, know if it was real or just some kind of trick. She gasped when she felt his hands cup her ass again like last night, a shudder running through her as he nuzzled her throat.

"Do you think it wouldn't feel as good without the pressure points?" she heard him ask softly.

Blushing, Shime looked at him. "Will it?"

"Do you really want to find out right now?" He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. "It's entirely up to you, if you feel up to it or not."

"I don't want to disappoint you...."

Higzashi suddenly sat up. He cupped her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "You do not disappoint me. You get to make choices for your own body. I will respect your wishes when it comes to your body. You know what's best. I do not want you jumping into anything you'll regret. I would like to avoid another episode as earlier."

Shime stared into his eyes. He was not toying with her. He meant what he said. She let out a soft sigh. "You're not what I had expected."

He grinned. "Thought I'd be an easy kill, did you?" He laughed when she blushed. He stroked her face gently. "Come, little one. I know it's shallow of me, but the tangles in your hair are driving me quite mad." He stood, drawing her to her feet. "One with hair like yours should take care of it."

"Do you think I could cut it off?"

He raised his brow at her. "Why would you want to?"

"I...." Shime lowered her head. "He made me grow it out," she said quietly.

Higzashi nodded. "If it's what you want, then you're welcome to it." He ran his fingers through it gently. "If you think it will be rid of the memory of his touch, I can tell you it won't." He tapped her temple lightly. "That happens in here."

She peered up at him shyly. "Do... do you like it?"

Higzashi shrugged. "I won't lie to you, little one, I have always liked women with long hair. But I don't control your body."

"If you like it, then I won't cut it."

He pursed his lips. "None of that. You make the choice for yourself, not for me. If you want short hair, then I don't mind taking some scissors to it."

She seemed terribly confused, trying to figure out what to do. After a moment, Higzashi sighed. "Why don't we get it brushed out for now, and you can think about it? I know that Zaz keep their hair very short to prevent air drag, but Halkash keep it long. When we start your training, you can decide whether the short or long suits you better. Sound good?"

Shime nodded. Higzashi indicated for her to sit on the bed. She watched him shyly as he got a brush out of a drawer, returning to sit behind her. For a little bit, she was tense, not sure what to do with herself as he brushed out her hair expertly. He'd obviously done this plenty of times before.

She finally couldn't help her curiosity any longer. "You-you've done this a lot?" she asked hesitantly.

Higzashi smiled but she didn't see it. "Many times. I used to brush the hair of both my daughters. My mates, too. Even my mother and sisters. It's in the instinct for Jrahkel males to want to groom females. Among our society, females are the dominate."

"You have children?" she asked, glancing back at him.

He grunted in laughter. "Does it surprise you to think I have offspring?"

"Oh, well, no, I guess not. You are a lot older than me...."

Higzashi chuckled. "I have seven children. Three of them are from the same mother, but she was murdered. She would have lived as long as I, but alas, that was not her fate."

"I-I'm sorry," Shime said softly.

"Why, little one?" Higzashi asked quietly. "You didn't do it, you have no need to be sorry."

"Did Ha'tinre do it?" She glanced back at him again.

"No, actually. It was a blood feud among her family and another. Such a petty thing, but it was important to her species. At least my children were safe. Most of my sons chose to become Ha'trin." He finished brushing her hair. She closed her eyes when she felt his fingers run through its silky length. "Now I'll see if I can't find you some better clothing. I think Malorisk is about your size."

Left on the bed, Shime reached up and stroked her own hair. It was straight and silky like her mother's. She could remember her mother had brushed her hair. When they weren't out on missions, they acted like a normal family. Sometimes she could remember her parents arguing, but it was never over anything really important. It had mostly been about her mother insisting she have the chance to chose whether she wanted to be Ha'tinre, whereas her father was being pressured by his brother to start her training.

The sound of Higzashi returning startled her out of her memories. He had a pair of leggings and a tunic for her. "Took me a bit of convincing, but he finally relinquished these. We'll get you some more later, but this will work for now."

With a coy "Thanks," Shime pulled the leggings on. Though he was sure she was used to being leered at while she dressed, he turned and went over to the window.

"It's a beautiful day. I think it would do you some good to come outside with me and get some fresh air. Maybe you can meet a few of my brothers." Then he called out the window at someone. She heard the person yell back, and Higzashi turned back to her with a grin, waving his hand. "Come, little one."

She followed after him shyly, not sure about meeting anymore Ha'trin. What if she was face to face with whoever had killed her parents? Would she know?

"Denzin!" she heard Higzashi exclaim, very happy to see the young man who trotted over to them. He had the same black eyes as Higzashi, but his hair was golden, covered by soft feathers the same color. He smiled to see her new Master, showing long canines.

"This you're little Ha'tinre wannabe?" he snickered, looking Shime up and down. She had the feeling he was not impressed by what he saw.

"Denzin," Higzashi growled at him disapprovingly. "Be nice. Shime will one day be your sister-in-arms." Denzin snorted, but didn't say anything else.

Shime glowered at him, wondering if maybe he was the one who had slit her parents' throats. He was certainly arrogant enough. But she quickly turned her eyes away when she felt Higzashi touch her shoulder. "Shime, this is my youngest son, Denzin. He's still learning the way of our order." Then he let out a mock sigh. "Sometimes I think he'll never learn."

"Ha!" Denzin barked in laughter. "You think so lowly of me, Grand Master."

Shime glanced at Higzashi. He was the Grand Master? He didn't seem to notice her surprise. "Well, it was Pasloar who trained you. I am forced to be skeptical."

Denzin chuckled at his father's jest. Then he glanced back at Shime who stood silently. She had started to look around at the Ha'trin village. It was small like her own, and really didn't look that much different. There was an obstacle course. That was bigger. Of course the Ha'trin had to train their bodies much more than the Ha'tinre.

"Getting a good look, are you, Ha'tinre?" Denzin sneered. "Going to go back to your buddies and tell them what you've seen?"

Higzashi glared at him. "That's enough out of you. It is not unheard of for Ha'tinre to become Ha'trin as well as the other way. Our order was born from theirs. Don't you forget that."

Shime turned to look up at him. She had an expression of contempt on her face. It made Denzin snicker. "You could probably escape, you know? You're a Zaz. None of us could keep up with you."

Blinking, Shime glanced up at Higzashi. He raised his brow at her as if waiting for her to say something to defend herself. "I've never run like my mother could. Master Tarnrax told me that the Zaz were weak. He didn't let me...."

"Ex Master Tarnrax is not here," Higzashi responded softly. Then he stepped away from her. "I'll give you eight seconds to run around the house."

Shime blinked at him, stunned. "What?"

He held up a finger. "One."

She took a deep breath. And then she was gone. Denzin glanced around with a "Holy...!" Higzashi just continued to count calmly. By the time he got to eight, he felt a rush of air behind him along with a small cloud of dust. A smile crossed his face before he turned to look down on Shime. She was panting heavily, her muscles twitching.

"You really aren't used to that," Higzashi observed when he saw the sweat start beading on her skin, her chest heaving to get enough air.

Shime shook her head, too intent on getting her breath back to say anything. Her muscles were cramping, so she bent over, touching her nose to her knees. She didn't see Higzashi leer at her briefly. It wasn't often he saw someone that flexible. Her skin was flushed brightly, the blood rushing to the surface to try and cool down. She didn't have Zaz blood. It was thinner, released heat more readily, and absorbed more oxygen. So she could dash like a Zaz, but it was immensely taxing. Higzashi stored that knowledge away.

"That was impressive, little one," he praised her, patting her back.

Standing straight again, Shime glanced up at him. She had never heard a praise out of Tarnrax's mouth. A shy little smile tugged her lips. It felt oddly good to have someone approve of her. She suddenly found herself eager for another opportunity to gain his praise.

Higzashi turned back to Denzin. Even he seemed impressed. "Never actually seen one of them run full speed," he admitted, looking at Shime with a little caution. "You'll be dangerous some day, kid."

"That's what I'm hoping for," she responded boldly.

It made Higzashi chuckle. "I think with speed like that, she's dangerous right now." He pointed to the training area. It had a long set of bars high off the ground, logs of various lengths protruding into the air, things to hop over, crawl under, and climb. Shime looked around, glancing at Higzashi in question.

"I think you two got off on the wrong foot," he said, almost smugly. "Perhaps a little friendly competition will help you two get out that pent up energy."

Denzin peered at his father with a raised brow. "What, fight her? That won't be hard." He smirked, striding to a tall wooden wall for climbing over. A number of long, straight sticks leaned against it. "From what I hear, Ha'tinre don't learn to fight with swords as well as they should," he snickered as he tossed her a stick.

Shime caught it easily, peering up at her new Master, not sure what she was suppose to do. He tilted his head, indicating for her to get closer to Denzin as the young man swung his stick around, making sure he was loosened up. He had an arrogant expression, like he thought this would be a simple fight and he was just making a big show of getting ready for a long duel.

Slowly, Shime approached him. She was no stranger to a sword fight, but she had never won a fight. Denzin was obviously well trained, thickly muscled, and didn't like her. Clenching her jaw, she was determined not to show him that she was afraid of him. He took a braced pose, holding up his stick. "I'll let you take the first swing, kid. Show me what you've got!" He smirked at her.

Shime glanced back at Higzashi. He nodded slightly. So she took a pose as well, one that was crouching, low to the ground. She had been taught to strike low since Ha'trin tended to swing high. When she attacked, Denzin parried easily, the wood cracking against each other. He then rushed forward, hooking his leg behind hers, pressing her off balance.

"You'd be the easiest Ha'tinre to kill!" Denzin laughed, thinking the fight was over, turning away, but Higzashi's voice made him pause.

"Not a bad pose, but he never should have seen it coming." Shime stood slowly, bowing her head. She probably expected some form of punishment, but Higzashi continued to talk. "You've got Zaz in you, and you proved you're faster than either of us. So use it to your advantage." When she glanced up at him in confusion, he smiled. "You have no idea how many times I've shocked him senseless. I use what I was given by my ancestors to my advantage. It's not enough to just swing a sword. You've got something he doesn't. Knowledge can only get you so far. So use what you have. You're fast and you're flexible. Use that. Now try it again."

Sighing, Shime turned back to Denzin. He just laughed. "I'll be happy to put her in the dirt however many times you'd like me to, father."

"We'll see," Higzashi responded quietly.

Shime took a deep breath, looking up at Denzin. She had always been trained to be something she was not. Tarnrax had tried to treat her as if she were a pure Halkash. Now that she was being told to be more Zaz, she started to breathe heavily, her muscles storing oxygen for their sudden movements soon to come.

Denzin grinned, mistakening her deep breathing for fear. "My turn!" He swung low at her. He was surprised when she blocked it, pushing his stick up over their heads. Her padded foot struck him in the chest, throwing him off balance with a powerful kick that the Zaz were well known for. Then she was suddenly behind him. He whipped around, blocking her swing, but she was gone before he could even comprehend that she had been there at all. Growling, he turned on his heel, swinging wide.

He grunted when he felt the stick strike him in the ribs. He glanced next to him. Shime's head and back were arched over, nearly parallel to the ground, his stick just barely an inch above her nose. Her stick lay against his side.

And then she collapsed, panting on the ground. She was not used to that, didn't have the calorie intake required for her to keep up that amount of activity. She could hear Higzashi clapping. "Excellent! That's how a fight with a Zaz should go!"

Denzin grumbled. He reached out his hand to help Shime up. She peered at it a moment as if confused, but she reached up and took it. He hauled her back to her feet, but when she saw him grin, felt him move to knock her off balance again, she did the only thing she could think of.

Higzashi guffawed, bending double at her reaction. Denzin choked as her tongue wrapped around his neck, dragging him down with her. They fell in a heap, grappling and kicking and cursing each other. Somehow, Shime managed to get on top of Denzin's back, pushing her strong foot against his spine as she placed her arm around his neck, holding him immobile. She glanced over at Higzashi who was still laughing uncontrollably at his son's expression of dumbfounded defeat. It made her grin, her tongue slithering out and licking inside Denzin's pointed ear.

"Oh gods! Halkash tongue!" he shrieked, his whole body jerking in disgust.

Higzashi was not the only one to burst out laughing again. Several more of the Ha'trin had gathered to watch the fight, and they called out friendly insults at Denzin. Shime was giggling, finally standing and letting Denzin get up. "Ahhhhhnnnn," he cried, digging his finger into his ear, his entire body shivering with the sensation.

Higzashi patted Shime on her shoulder. "That was the most entertaining move I've ever seen! Good job!"

Beaming, Shime ignored her hunger and aching muscles. She'd never beaten anyone in a fight. She'd never known just how good she really was. And now her Master was praising her even more. She grinned at Denzin when he glared at her.

"You had me off guard, kid. It won't happen again!" With that, he stomped off.

"Don't be a sore loser, Denzin!" Higzashi called after him, still laughing. He shook his head when Denzin flipped him off without looking back. "He's always had his mother's temper," he chuckled fondly.

Then Higzashi turned to Shime. "I bet you're famished again. Come, I'll make something special for you. You need a lot of energy to do what you did. And it was very impressive."

She followed after him, her chest puffed out a little in pride. As soon as Higzashi placed a cup of water in front of her, though, she gulped it down almost before he could let go of it. He chuckled, bringing her another which she downed with equal enthusiasm. She was still breathing heavily, but her muscles were starting to relax. She sniffed the air as Higzashi got to cooking something.

"What are you making?" she piped, her eyes much wider, brighter, her gaze steady when he turned to glance at her. It made him smile. Fighting Denzin was exactly what she had needed to snap out of her sense of worthlessness. Though whether Denzin had allowed her to defeat him or she actually had he wasn't sure. He'd ask his son later.

"Something I wouldn't eat. Too fatty for me. But for you, it should at least replace what you used up. You're going to have to eat a lot to get some meat on you, especially if you keep up like you had." He turned back to what he was making.

When Shime had eaten, wolfing down the food, Higzashi smiled at her fondly. "How do you feel now?"

She smiled widely. She looked so pleased with herself. "Can we train more?"

He laughed. "I think for now you should rest. You're not used to moving like a Zaz. You don't want to over exert yourself. And I would very much like to get you so your bones don't look like they might pop out of your skin!" Standing, he headed over to the couch again. "You can come sit with me and read."

She blinked. "What good does reading do?"

Higzashi turned and looked at her with a stern eye. She immediately regretted opening her mouth. "You told me you wanted to learn to read people. Where do you think I learned how to do it? I would not know so much about the Zaz and Halkash if I didn't spend a good portion of my time reading." He then sat on the couch, opening his book. "But if you'd rather not read, then you can come here and try to fix my radio. I'm sadly not so technically inclined. I do miss having some music, though."

Curiously, Shime came over and sat on the couch next to his outstretched legs. The small radio was in pieces on the stout table in front of the couch. She'd seen very little technology, and none this close up. Ha'tinre did not use technology. They didn't need it. They had their magic, allowing them to travel through walls, vanish from sight, kill anyone with just a few words, cause debilitating agony, and even to levitate short distances. They only used physical weapons to fight Ha'trin.

Shime stared at the machine for a while longer before she reached out, turning it over and over in her nimble hands. Higzashi watched her for a time, but he turned back to his book, figuring if nothing else the little contraption would keep her busy. Every now and then he glanced at her. She'd sat on the ground, her brows pressed together with a look of determination. She held the radio with her feet while her hands worked on it. Hours ticked by quietly, the sun soon throwing long shadows through the windows.

Higzashi's ears perked to the sound of quiet music. He looked up from his book, blinking at Shime. She had a pleased expression, holding the little radio. So she was not as simple minded as she had first seemed. There was a deep intellect hiding behind those bright lavender eyes. Though it was unexpected, it was hardly surprising. However, it did make Higzashi pause. Denzin's warning of not making a greater enemy than the one they already had suddenly seemed to have some weight to it.

He would have to think on it later. Shime was looking up at him, waiting, hoping for approval. So he smiled, sitting up. "You actually fixed it."

"Was I not suppose to?" she asked shyly, picking up on his astonished tone.

"I will admit, I wasn't expecting you to be able to do it. Ha'tinre don't know much about technology." He reached out, stroking her hair. It was tangled again from all the activity earlier. "Just proves that Tarnrax was wrong about you."

Shime smiled. He liked it when she smiled. It was so sincere.

"How about you go take a shower? You're covered in dirt and dried sweat. I'll have dinner ready when you get out." He could tell Shime did not want to get up while he was petting her hair. But she had to admit she felt grimy.

She stood up, slowly padding into the bathing room. Standing under the hot water, she sighed. Her legs weren't used to how fast they had been made to move. The water helped with the stiffness that had set in.

Her hand touched the side of her neck, wishing Higzashi had helped her relax. But he had told her not to go pushing at pressure points haphazardly. Instead, her hand slid down her body, slipping between her legs. Maybe she could relax herself a different way. She was already panting, her clit throbbing as she rubbed at it, her hips grinding against her hand.

She let out a whimper of frustration, unable to get the same reaction out of herself as Higzashi was able to. So she thought of her new Master, thought of his hands touching her, his rough fingers manipulating her expertly. She moaned softly, breathing heavily.

She was startled out of her fantasy when she realized that Higzashi's hard body was pressed against her, his fingers working her until her knees felt weak, and he had to push her against the wall to hold her up. She heard his voice low and gruff in her ear. "You were taking too long. I didn't think there'd be enough hot water for me. Though I see why you've been in here for so long."

Panting, her cheek laying against the smooth ceramic wall, Shime couldn't think of anything to say. How could she admit she'd been fantasizing about this? When she felt his fingers press into her moist opening, her legs parted a little further without her even noticing, though it made Higzashi chuckle. She gasped when he cupped her firm ass again, his hand running down and then back up her thigh as his other hand continued to stimulate her until she was moaning, lost in the sensation.

Then he leaned into her ear, the vibration of his voice making her whole body shiver. "Do you want me to continue, little one?"

"Y-Yes, Master Higzashi," she whimpered lustfully, pressing her rump against his hard maleness. It slipped between her legs, and she grinded along it, the tip barely entering her each time she moved.

She heard him groan, his hip jerking, almost entering. Instead, he spoke against her ear again. "Grab your ankles." Then he stepped away from her, giving her room to bend over, presenting herself to him. She let out a cry of ecstasy as he slipped into her. His hands held her hips, pulling her closer, getting himself deeper.

She moaned and whimpered as he used his hold on her hips to pound into her. She never wanted him to stop, never wanted him to leave her. She panted heavily as she felt the intense pleasure he was pumping into her belly start to over boil, her knees suddenly too weak to hold her up anymore. She moaned deeply, her long toes curling as Higzashi let her sink down to her hands and knees, hardly stopping his strong thrusts.

"Ah, ah, Master Higzashi!" she cried out, not realizing or caring that the window was open.

She felt him bend over her, his lips against her ear. "Shhhh. That's my good girl," he rumbled, his back arching to put even more power behind his movements.

When the water went cold, Higzashi stopped, his breathing labored. Shime glanced back at him. "We should continue this in the bed," he said, laughing at how enthusiastically she got to her feet when he pulled out, turning off the water.

They didn't even make it into the bedroom. Instead, Higzashi set her on the sink counter, thrusting into her easily. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning over and over into his ear, each climax causing her to melt, her eyes rolling back into her head. He kissed her, his tongue moving expertly against hers.

At last Higzashi made that deep, guttural sound, holding Shime tightly to his body as he released his burden inside her. Both of them were panting, Shime squirming in his grip. After a few heartbeats, he looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed. She wasn't quite asleep, but he could tell she was almost there. Smiling kindly, he kissed her forehead, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed.