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Author's Note

Before you start reading, this chapter contains depiction of gay actions and relationships. If any of that offends you, you may want to stop reading.

So, my first love scene on this site. If you're going to critique anywhere, do it there. I would like as much feedback as I can get so I can improve my porno writing style :P. Anyway, this is the finished chapter 2. Not much else to say but chapter 3 will probably be up... maybe sunday. Don't hold me to that. Other than that, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and your feedback is what keeps me going... mostly.

P.S. If anyone can tell me how to make it so that the paragraphs are actually indented when I transfer my document from Microsoft Word to the site that would be amazingly helpful.

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A Day in the Life Of a Slave

Ever since he could remember, Breeze had always been a slave to Master Ri'ka. This in mind, cooking dinner was something Breeze had much expertise in. The slave softly stepped on the tip of his toes to reach the plate adorned with gold and light blue markings. Upon reaching it, Breeze transported the perfected raspberry a la lamb from the pan and onto the plate. Cooked in a sweet raspberry sauce, the dish was one he was proud of. However, it was not personal glory that drove him. The smile on his Master's face as he began to eat the dish was what he was proud of. That he could serve his master the best way he could, bringing him pleasure and happiness, like all humans were supposed to.

Carrying the plate of food out from the kitchen to the main dining room, Breeze was met with the rich sound of his Master's voice echoing through the large room.

"Ah, impeccable timing. General Mirk'la, I can promise you that you have tasted no finer quality in all of Agia." Breeze blushed at the praise and proceeded to set the plates of food in front of the lupine. The one called General Mirk'la had a black coat that shined with the sunlight beaming in through the window behind him. Yellow eyes observed Breeze as he placed the plate in front of the large lupine. Breeze felt as if he were the meal instead of the lamb. Feeling uneasy with the gaze Breeze took the other plate to his master. The uncomfortable prey feeling he felt when next to the general dispersed when he looked at the white coated lupine. The warm smile seemed to emanate warmth that made Breeze want the wolf to hold him. Focusing back to his task, Breeze set the plate in front of his master, backing away as he bowed his head. However, before he could get too far, Ri'ka placed a large paw on his head.

"Thank you Breeze, this looks delightful as usual." The white furred paw, almost as big as his head, slowly pet the top of the human's head. Breeze knew he looked like an idiot with the smile he had plastered on his face, but he couldn't help it. The feeling of joy kept any embarrassment at bay for the moment. Breeze was starting to lean into the paw before it was taken away.

"Spirits, this is incredible," the general at the other end of the table exclaimed, swallowing a bite of lamb, "Did your human really make this?" Master Ri'ka's laugh echoed throughout the great dining room.

"As I was explaining before, I have one of the best chefs in all of Skyden, if not all of Agia." Breeze tried to hide his vivid blushing on his pale skin, but resulted in looking even more foolish. The general look at Breeze once again, however this time he noticed that Mirk'la was looking at him with eyes filled with want... and another emotion Breeze couldn't place. The unknown look made the human slave miss the predatory uneasiness from before.

"From a human no less... I must say I envy you Commander Ri'ka. I would give a large sum to acquire a slave that could make something like this." Breeze felt a shot of panic go up and down his spine at the implications of his statement. Master Ri'ka held up his hand to the general.

"My apologies, but I wouldn't give him up for half of your treasury." Breeze sighed in relief at the statement which further increased the fondness he held for his master.

Love...

Breeze brought his head up from its leaning position, looking from side to side to pin-point the origination of the whisper. Love? _ Breeze unknowingly scrunched the contours of his face into a look of confusion. Breeze searched his memories for the mysterious word. After a brief sweep, Breeze could not find any recollection of the word. _Love. The black furred general's sigh of disappointment pulled him out of his trance.

"I cannot say I blame you. If I were in the same situation I would not give him up easily either." Mirk'la continued to inspect the human slave from afar as he pushed more lamb into his muzzle.

"And his eyes! That cannot be a trick of the light." Master Ri'ka joined the general in admiring Breeze.

"No, it is not. As far as I know he's the only human I have ever seen with purple ones." Breeze knew his eyes were different from anyone else's. Honey was the first one to say anything about it when they were both going through the Discipline course. She would always call him Violet, as a nickname. Breeze gently shuddered. Maybe that's why she was taken away...

A long silence ensued as the general returned to looking across the long, white table, directly at Master Ri'ka, who continued to eat his meal.

"I think now is as good a time as any to tell you why I came here." The general started. Ri'ka continued to eat the lamb as if he had said nothing. Mirk'la cleared his throat.

"There has been another incident in Forest Hold involving a group of human slaves." Ri'ka continued to eat as the general looked at him expectantly.

"I recommend we make an example of the group and hold a public execution in the town." Ri'ka looked up from his meal, setting his silver utensil on the white table cloth.

"No," The white lupine said firmly, "If we kill the humans in front of latent rebels then we will only incite more anger." Breeze noticed the general's tail start to twitch with possible agitation. Breeze thought he had a firm grasp on the body language of the wolf-like lupine. From their ears to their tails, Breeze could decipher almost any emotion they didn't express with words.

"Then what would you have us do? The humans must be shown that this behavior is unacceptable. Must I mention that they killed two guards during their flight from the slave barracks?" The general countered, emphasizing the death toll as if it were fifteen instead of only two. How many humans would it take to kill two lupine...? Breeze quickly recalled all of his memories of the countless conversations that he had overheard between the master and other military figureheads. With the lupine's speed, strength, and intelligence Breeze predicted that it would take at least six humans to take out the two lupine, a one to three ratio. Master Ri'ka brought his left paw to his muzzle and began to scratch it with his black claws.

"How many humans were there in the group?"

"Eight, Commander. Seven of them killed the two guards and the other tried to get the gate open to escape the city." Ri'ka stopped scratching in surprise.

"They got all the way to the gates before they were stopped?" the general adjusted the collar of his blue formal attire as he nervously shifted in his seat.

"Um, yes, they did. Apparently they got their hands on some scent cancelers. With that they managed to sneak out of their barracks and to the gates in the middle of the night." Master Ri'ka looked down at his plate in deep thought. Breeze pondered whether or not to ask for leave. Talks of politics were generally not to be considered an engrossing form of entertainment and he had many chores to get done around the house. It was not that he did not want to listen to his master converse with the general on the supposed treatment of rebels, but he had other obligations he had to get to, ones that would please his master more than accompanying him in political debate.

With a hint of nervousness the human slave softly asked for permission to leave.

"Oh yes, of course. I'm sorry for hindering your other responsibilities by keeping you here." With a bow of respect, Breeze made his way to the exit of the dining room.

"Before you go, tell Night that I will have a message for him to run tonight." Master Ri'ka ordered, stopping the young human in his tracks. Breeze turned around and nodded before heading down hallway, away from the lupine.

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As Breeze opened the tall, wood doors to the open-air, the warmth that hit his face as the sunlight made contact cause him to let out a long sigh. Thinking back on it, Breeze realized he hadn't been outside all day and the sun was already almost three fourths of the way through the sky. Bringing his eyes away from the blinding sun, Breeze looked out over the colorful garden that was laid out before him and then brought his gaze to the smaller building that was set in the far right corner of the house. Even though the structure was not lavish like the main building, Breeze still called it home with pride and a sense of belonging. In essence this was his world.

As a pureblood slave, Breeze had grown up in the Commander's Estate ever since he was brought to it from the nursery. While he did have to go to the mandatory Discipline course at Camp Asora, Breeze had never left the estate for more than a day. However, Breeze was more than okay with this. He needed nothing more than his master and chores to please his master. Breeze couldn't think of any better life. He had a bed, a caring master, and work to keep him busy. Most importantly, Breeze had a purpose. A purpose to serve his master, to make his day that much more pleasurable and enjoyable. Breeze could puff his chest out in pride that he was one of the few lucky humans to know their rightful place in life and to have such a caring, fair master.

Breeze stepped along the cobblestone path to the slave barracks where he hoped to find Night. Upon reaching the double doors of the building, Breeze gently pushed them open hoping not to interrupt anything with his entrance. The smell of the slave barracks greatly contrasted with the fresh garden he had just walked through. Breeze would not call it unpleasant, his master tried his best to keep the place hygienic, but with nine slaves constantly living in the moderately sized quarters the place became hard to manage on some days. The light was also less brilliant than it had been in the garden, making the dwelling seem dull and drab.

Breeze slipped into the room and lightly closed the door, hoping not to make too much noise. Luckily, the door closed with almost no sound making it seem as if no one had entered at all. If there was one thing Breeze was good at, it was being delicate. From setting down dishes in front of Master, to quietly making his way through the main house's hallways, Breeze always made sure he made the least amount of noise possible when doing any task he was assigned. As far as Breeze was concerned the less noise the better.

Moving past the beds that situated themselves against either wall, Breeze made his way to the staircase. He should be on floor two in bed four if I remember correctly, Breeze supposed. When his velvet shoe touched the wood of the stairs, a brash creak sounded throughout the quiet barracks. Breeze winced and quickly made his way up the stairs already knowing he was inevitably going to make noise. Walking up the stairs, Breeze was welcomed with the sight of a large, familiar form seated on bed 2-4.

Breeze could remember the first day Master had obtained Night. He was much shorter then now and only reached his master's stomach as opposed to his now chest-reaching height. When the hulking barbarian had been brought in, collar and all, Breeze hid behind Slave Warden Geraz. His long black hair, unkempt at the time, hung over his shoulders and back. However, with bulging muscles and a hard structured face, Night was anything but feminine. Looking over the brutish man, Breeze found why he was named Night. Looking from his own pale skin to the barbarians, Breeze noted the dark tan color akin to leather found on archer's that roamed the estate walls.

Now, the dark skinned barbarian wore a loincloth made of red velvet and had his hair pulled back into a single braid that ran down his back. On his waist sat a satchel that was large enough to fit a whole human head into. All messengers carried one; the essential satchel was used to carry a variety of different messages, from what Master had taught him.

As Breeze stepped toward the large human, Night rose off the bed causing the large impression he made to quickly disappear. Stoic as ever, Night merely stood in place as Breeze walked in front of him.

"Breeze." Night said simply with a nod, initiating the contact. Breeze bent his neck to look at the barbarians face. Although Breeze would never have done this with anyone else, he knew that the barbarian would not get offended just by him staring.

Breeze nodded back in return, "Good afternoon Night." Applying conversation etiquette, Breeze waited for Night to say something in return. Unfortunately, that moment never came as an awkward silence enclosed the staring match that was being upheld. Finally Breeze concluded that Night would continue to wait for Breeze to make the next move and looked down at the floor as he thought of how to continue.

"Um, I-... Master wanted me to tell you that you would be delivering a message for him tonight." Night continued to look straight into Breeze's eyes, only offering a grunt in response to the message. Breeze, not being able to take any more of the dominant staring, quickly bowed and turned to make his way back to the staircase.

However, as soon as he turned around, the young slave was greeted with the sight of a lithe man with leather armor and spikes on his shoulder. The man's face was gaunt and covered in a light beard that barley left his skin. Pale as Breeze was, the most striking feature of the mysterious man was the disturbing grin that was plastered across his face. Upon seeing the man, Breeze let out a soft shriek and jumped back, causing the man to laugh.

"Oh, I am sorry! I didn't mean to scare the little lamb. I only wanted to introduce myself to Commander Ri'ka's pets," The man made a theatrical bow that threatened to impale Breeze with his spikes, "My label is Sickle. It is very... very nice to meet you." When the man licked his lips after finishing his sentence, Breeze shivered in uneasiness. Swallowing his fear, Breeze continued the conversation.

"My name is Breeze, nice to, uh... meet you." Sickle looked at Breeze curiously before letting out a short bark of a laugh.

"A fitting name. Light. Weak... Insignificant." The biting words should have felt insulting, but to Breeze they were nothing less than the truth. Though the words did not offend him, Breeze wanted to escape from the strange man.

"It was nice meeting you Sickle," Breeze felt a shudder run down his body to his toes as he said the gaunt man's name, "but I have other tasks to do, so if you would excuse me." Not bothering to bow politely at Sickle, Breeze walked quickly around the man towards the open staircase. Before he could make it to the threshold of the room, Sickle wormed his way in front of Breeze, grabbing his forearm forcefully.

"I'm sure your tasks can wait another minute or two. I only want to have a little chat, little lamb." Breeze was petrified as the man released his arm and began to pace in front of him, obviously inspecting Breeze. Rubbing the now sore spot on his arm, Breeze waited for the man to make his next move. As Breeze fixated his eyes on Sickle, the man appeared to be taken back by the action. After a few seconds of surprise, Sickle laughed.

"So, the little lamb has learned to watch my moves closer, very interesting." At the end of the comment the man stepped much closer to Breeze, almost forcing his chest against the young man's. Sickle draped an arm around Breeze's left shoulder and started to rub at it. Being close to the disturbing man was one of the last things Breeze wanted to do, but the rubbing motion on his shoulder started to feel... good. Sickle made note of this with a mischievous smile.

"A breeze can also be many other things. Relaxing," Breeze barely noticed the man's right arm move down his own leg, "...Sensual," Breeze was frozen as Sickle's face leaned in to his, "...Pleasurable..." Breeze was broken out of daze when he felt the slippery, fleshy tongue of the man slide against his cheek. Breeze gasped loudly and fell backward trying to get away from Sickle. Breeze anticipated hitting the hard wood floor just as an arm moved out to catch him. As quick as the fall had started, Breeze found himself held in Sickle's arms. How... How could he move that fast? When Breeze became aware of his surroundings he noticed a cold feeling on his neck. Angling his vision downwards, Breeze started to shake. Sickle was holding a shining knife against his neck.

"You know the old saying 'Can even cut through air,'? Why don't we see how much that holds true for a simple, weak breeze, hmm?" Before Breeze could let out his inevitable scream of panic, a strong arm seized the human out from under the knife, throwing Breeze behind him. The landing was painful, but less so than a slit throat. Breeze caught his breath, holding his neck, checking for any puncture points.

"You will not hurt Breeze." The deep, resounding voice was accompanied by a grunt of frustration. Breeze brought his attention up to his savior. The fact that all he saw was a large, muscular back with a black braid running down its length was evidence enough of who it was.

Standing in front of Breeze, Night held the sharp knife in one hand and Sickle's forearm in another, lifting the smaller man off the ground. With another grunt of effort, Sickle pulled his arm free as Night released him. Sickle looked as if he were a wild animal ready to make the kill. However, before any action could be made another voice was heard from downstairs.

"What's going on up there?" The familiar voice that made Night's seem high in comparison boomed its way up to the second floor. Night smoothly took the knife and sealed it inside his messengers pouch ensuring he would not be punished for its possession. Sickle turned around in anger before calming himself as the gargantuan, gray lupine passed through the archway into the room.

Geraz was around Breeze since the beginning of Breeze's memories. Acting almost as his teacher, Slave Warden Geraz had taught him everything he knew about being a slave that he did not learn at the Discipline camp. At first the lupine had scared him every time he had laid eyes on him. After the Slave Warden proved his gentleness, Slave Warden Geraz quickly became Breeze's favorite person in the house, only second to the Master himself. Therefore it was no surprise when Breeze couldn't help but smile, even in his near-death situation, when the large lupine entered the room. After Geraz looked disapprovingly at the trio for a small number of moments, he swiveled his head toward the unknown human slave.

Regarding Sickle, Slave Warden Geraz narrowed his eyes intimidatingly, "And what are you doing here human? You are not part of Commander Ri'ka's house." Sickle's disturbing behavior immediately returned as he smiled at Slave Warden Geraz.

"Oh, I do apologize, Slave Warden. I thought you had already been informed. I am Sickle, Master Mirk'la's gladiator." Sickle's odd slave attire suddenly made sense now, along with his speed and aggressiveness. Breeze noticed Geraz's face contort for a brief moment before returning to its intimidating expression.

"I see. I believe my slaves have work to do and it seems you are distracting them. Report to your master before you burden them any longer." Sickle graciously bowed at the lupine.

"Of course Slave Master, I will go to my master at once." And with a strange side glance in Breeze's direction the slave gladiator hurried down the staircase and out of the slave barracks. Breeze let out a long sigh and picked himself off the floor with unsteady legs. Night stepped back in line with Breeze and helped support him.

"Thank you." Breeze said, weakly regarding Night who nodded in return. Once Warden Geraz was sure that Sickle had left the barracks he looked upon the two humans. His harsh expression while questioning Sickle melted into a softer one. After a few moments he spoke.

"Head over to the Master's suite, Night. He has a message that he needs delivered." Geraz ordered, stepping closer to the two. Night nodded and made his way out of the room of beds. Breeze continued to stand in place waiting for Geraz's permission to leave.

"That slave smelled of anger and you of fear. What happened?" Geraz asked, further closing the gap between them.

"Nothing to burden yourself with, Slave Warden." Geraz gently grabbed Breeze's shoulders and checked the human for any wounds or signs of violence. Beside the heavy breathing and slight perspiration he found none. At least Breeze hoped; the last thing he wanted was that slave to have any more reason to want to kill him. When Geraz finished inspecting Breeze, the human heard a sigh of relief leave the great lupine.

"Breeze, you do know what gladiators are trained to do...?" Geraz still held onto his shoulder, even squatting so the human could make eye level contact with him.

"Yes, Slave Warden. They are trained in arena combat."

"Then you know just how dangerous they are," Geraz looked away from the slave, "General Mirk'la is bold to train a human to fight. He knows how often it doesn't end well." Geraz rubbed the slaves shoulder instinctively. Breeze felt the paw pads rub through his shirt and over his skin. Breeze relaxed at the contact and began to drift off. Even though the motion reminded him of the recent attack, Breeze just looked at Slave Warden Geraz for reassurance of his safety.

Geraz had always been there to comfort him and take care of him. Some of the other slaves sometimes discussed their past lives, more specifically their parents. Whenever Dot would talk about his father, Breeze's mind would replace "father" with "Geraz". If Breeze had anything like a father it would be him. The gray-furred lupine was there to teach him, to guide him, to show him right from wrong, to protect him...

"I want you to stay away from that slave for now on. Even if you won't go into detail, I am aware that something happened." Geraz stood up to his full height and let go of Breeze's arms.

"Come with me. I need to check over a few things and some company would take my mind off the tediousness of the tasks," the lupine bent the thin black line on his muzzle into a slight smile, "Furthermore, it seems I can't leave you alone without you getting into trouble." The humor in Geraz's deep, rich voice went unnoticed as a sense of failure enveloped Breeze. The slave guiltily stared down at the floor. Geraz put a paw on his head.

"I was only teasing Breeze." Geraz ruffled the blonde hair of the slave before starting to walk down the staircase. Breeze obediently followed, making sure to keep his distance from the lupine's swinging tail.

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The first place Geraz stopped was the dining room. Expecting to see Master Ri'ka finishing up his dinner, Breeze was disappointed to find that only a few slaves were present cleaning up the mess. As Geraz ordered the three slaves around, Breeze stood loyally by his side. All throughout Breeze was confused as to why Geraz had him follow him. At first he thought that Geraz would have him help with the tasks he would preside over. However, when Breeze asked the lupine if he should be helping the others, Geraz simply stated he was needed for something else. As the bright sunset signaled the end of the day, the streams of orange light shined through the window. The rays intensified Geraz's already red tunic making him look even more imposing than before. With nothing to do, Breeze took to admiring the muscular lupine.

When the dining room was cleaned and tidied, the slaves were sent to the barracks to go bed as darkness overtook the sky. Geraz made a quick walk around the area to make sure the slaves did their duty. As usual, the Slave Warden found the area a pinnacle of cleanliness. Pleased with the work, Geraz returned to where Breeze continued to stand. Upon looking at the human slave, Geraz softly smiled.

"Follow me, Breeze." Breeze obeyed the order and walked with Geraz down the hall and deeper into the estate. Breeze expected for Geraz to at least send Breeze back to the slave barracks now that all the duties of the day had been concluded. However, Breeze was proven wrong with Geraz's order. Was I in trouble for before? The thought sent a small tremor down Breeze's spine. Although the most aggressive Geraz had ever gotten with Breeze was a firm scolding, the thought of punishment still conjured up terrible images.

The clicking of Geraz's claws against the marble floor was the only noise throughout the whole house as the duo walked down its lavish corridors. The eerie silence made the walk even tenser for Breeze, so he focused his attention on the walls. Tapestries and paintings from many different artists hung from the walls covering up the white coloring. The gold trimming only made the white seemed brighter than before. However, in the dusk of the night the bright contrast was subdued.

Soon enough Geraz stopped. The door in front of his was, Breeze assumed, his bedroom. Geraz opened the door and held it for Breeze.

"Come in." The simple task was easy to follow as the slave slipped into the room. Breeze had never been into the Warden's room before. Seeing it now, it was what he expected a lupine like Geraz to live in. The firelight that tinted the room accentuated the red walls and carpet. The room Breeze found himself in, the main room, was centered around a couch in front of a fireplace. Hanging above the fireplace were two massive claymores that were almost larger than Breeze was. Along the walls were two doorways. One lead to the likely bedroom and the other... Breeze couldn't tell. As Breeze stood, taking in his surroundings, Geraz walked past him and continued to a cabinet. Pulling open the cabinet, Breeze saw the flash of glass and the curvature of a bottle. Taking a glass bottle out, Geraz grabbed the goblet that sat on top of the cabinet and pulled the cork out of its prison. Once the tan cork was resting on the cabinet, Geraz started to pour the blood-red liquid. Breeze was baffled at what he was supposed to do. Never was he taught how to act in this situation. He hadn't even been into a lupine's bedroom before. Afraid he may do something that would disrespect Geraz, Breeze stood at the doorway, hoping that the Warden would give him some type of command. Taking a sip of the drink, the Slave Warden let out a relaxed moan.

"Grenning Vineyard. A dark cherry wine. Ri'ka always has been a passionate wine connoisseur; his wine selection has to be the largest in all of Skyden." Geraz looked to Breeze and warmly smiled.

"I guess you wouldn't know anything about that would you?" Breeze was conflicted on whether the question called for an answer. However, his decision was made for him as Geraz persisted.

"To think, it has been twenty cycles since you were brought here from the nursery. Even then your eyes were more beautiful than the sun itself." Breeze felt the blood rushing to his cheeks as his mouth fell agape. Did he just... Why would he... The questions ran through Breeze's head as Geraz sat down onto the couch, setting the goblet of wine onto the table in front of the fireplace. Geraz let out a short laugh, one that sounded more like a rumble than a laugh.

"Even with this wine I can smell your confusion, your discomfort," Geraz turned in the couch to face the human, "You must be tired. Please, sit with me." Please? Geraz was right, he was still exhausted from Sickle's attack, let alone all of the standing and walking he had done today. With a nervous swallow, Breeze walked around the couch and sat down in the unoccupied area. The lupine simply stared at the human as he squirmed on the couch in discomfort. The same warm smile continuously angled his mouth. When Breeze finally found a comfortable position on the couch, Geraz reached a paw over and used it to turn Breeze's head to him. The index finger started to pet the underside of Breeze's chin causing a pleasing sensation.

"So soft. So fragile. So submissive," Geraz's words were disregarded as his whole paw started to rub the smooth skin of the throat and chin, "I feel terrible for holding this off. Even though I know you have no idea what I'm talking about, I have wanted this for long time now. I suppose the unconscious part of me presumed you did too. With the new slaves and my father's recent death I have neglected my own wants. However, now I can make up for lost time." Breeze knew Geraz was saying something, but the meaning of the words fell on deaf ears as the pleasing rubbing continued. Geraz looked at the human in amusement.

"I guess part of you has wanted this," The deep laugh shook Breeze's very core, "I shouldn't keep you waiting." The paw sensually rubbing his throat grabbed his back and leaned him against the couch's armrest while Geraz leaned over the small human's body. The warm breath of the lupine that hit his face caused a sudden heat to spread throughout him. A pine scent seemed to stem from the gray coat as the lupine's head got closer to his. Breeze felt his breathing slow.

Love...

When Geraz's face was only an inch away he quietly whispered, "You do have the most beautiful-"

The sudden knock at the door caused the large lupine to jump, startled. Breeze sat up almost as fast as Geraz had. Looking over the lupine, Breeze saw the lupine smoothing out his tunic and pants before walking to the door, all the while muttering something under his breath. Breeze continued to sit on the couch, too worked up to move. What... What almost happened, Breeze questioned as Geraz opened the door.

"What is it?" Geraz questioned rather harshly. Breeze heard a laugh come from the doorway.

"Maybe I should send you to the Discipline Camp. Is that how you greet you're best friend?" the voice of his master caused Breeze to return to full attention.

"Oh, s-sorry you just caught me at a bad time." Geraz stuttered.

"I do apologize, but I was wondering if you have Breeze in there." Breeze stiffened at the mention of his name. Breeze looked behind him at the lupine in the doorway and noticed Warden Geraz had the same reaction. Geraz simply stood in front of the master. After a few uncomfortable seconds, whatever trance Geraz was in dissipated.

"Um, yes, he's right here." Geraz's voice was tinged with slight... concern?

"Ah, splendid! I had gone to the barracks only to have them point me here." Master Ri'ka looked around Geraz, directly at Breeze.

"Breeze, come here for a moment." The order from his master had Breeze stumbling over himself to get next to him.

"I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to need him for the night." The wink that Ri'ka sent Geraz went unnoticed to the slave. Geraz eyes widened briefly at the gesture. The lupine's shoulders dropped an inch before he answered.

"Yes, of course... I mean no, I don't mind. We were only practicing social etiquette." Breeze looked up confusedly at the gray lupine. Why lie about what they were doing? Was it something bad? The only reason to lie is so someone didn't find out. So why would Slave Warden not want Master to find out? Breeze was knocked out of his thoughts as Ri'ka put a paw onto his shoulder.

"Come along Breeze, I have much to 'discuss' with you." Breeze looked up at his master and immediately got lost in his blue eyes.

"Good night Breeze." The disappointed farewell caused Breeze to avert his gaze from his master and look at the closing door behind him. A pang of guilt filled him before he looked back up at his master and continued walking.

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When the mahogany double doors slid open the class difference between Geraz and Ri'ka was fully realized. Instead of a simple cabinet for storing liquor, the Master had a long bar with four tall barstools. Although the layout of a fireplace with a couch in front was similar, the white marble, lupine statues that bordered the hearth expressed how much more coin Ri'ka had to throw away. Just like Master Ri'ka's clothing, the living room cried of class and nobility.

The guiding paw of the lupine led Breeze toward one of the rooms that branched off from the living room. Walking past the threshold of the already open door and into the bedroom, a sudden anxiety arose in Breeze. A day ago he had never been into a lupine's room before. Now, he had been into both the Slave Warden's where he almost... did something and now he was in the Master's personal bedroom. Breeze never even dreamed he would get this type of treatment this rapidly. He didn't have time to process the recent events as Ri'ka continued to guide him to the large chair adjacent to the window that allowed the moonlight to spill in.

"Sit here." Ri'ka commanded, pushing Breeze onto the chair. The human faced the lupine as he walked to the bed. Ri'ka started to take off the small dagger on his waist.

"I've owned you for twenty years now, almost as long as I have been Commander of Agia," With the dagger set on the nightstand, Ri'ka turned to Breeze, "Fifteen years you have served me."

"You were my first pureblood slave. Maybe that's the reason I held off breaking you in." "Breaking me in"? The lupine started to undo the straps on his militaristic tunic.

"Dinner tonight was fantastic. One of your best creations yet. You even impressed the General and that is not a simple feat," the tunic fell to the floor around his paws, 'I believe that deserves a reward." This was not the first time Breeze had seen the Master half-naked before. However, a strange sensation made the muscular, furry chest seem... attractive. Ri'ka sat on the edge of the bed.

"However, first I want you to give me a paw massage." Breeze withdrew his head back in surprise. He had never gotten a request like this before. He didn't even know where to begin. Unsure of how to proceed, Breeze cautiously made his way to Master Ri'ka. Ri'ka seemed to sense his doubt as he pushed down on the human's shoulders.

"Just go one at a time." Breeze kneeled in front of Master's paws as they sat in front of him. Tentatively taking one of the huge, furry paws in his hands, Breeze started to feel around the bottom of it. As soon as his fingers made contact with the slightly sweaty, leathery pads, Ri'ka let out a pleasurable moan. Breeze assumed that meant he was on the right track and continued to glide his fingers across the surface. Just one paw was almost as big as both his hands combined. This made the task of massaging the paw harder than it sounded. After a few moments of rubbing the whole paw, Breeze developed an idea. The human sensually slipped one hand to the back of the paw and the other to the toes. From there Breeze started to rub in slow, firm circles.

"That's... wonderful..." Ri'ka sighed enjoyably. The comment only reinforced Breeze's actions as he slowly moved his hands toward the middle of the paw where they would soon meet. The flexing of Ri'ka's toes assured Breeze he was doing well. When Breeze's hands collided with each other, the lupine above him moaned and pulled the paw the slave was working on away. The other paw moved closer to the slave's hands as Breeze read the signal clearly. With more confidence than before, Breeze set to work on the other paw. This time the human smelt a scent drift past him as he neared the paw. Instead of the pine scented fur of Geraz, Master Ri'ka smelled like sweet citrus. Breeze deeply breathed in the scent, allowing it to fill his nose with its fragrant aroma. Like the previous paw, Breeze applied the same techniques. However, Breeze put more force into his rubs as the stronger he rubbed the more pleasure he brought to Master. A long period of massaging past, enough to make Breeze's hands start to ache, until Ri'ka slid his last paw out from Breeze's hands and stood up.

"And to think this is the first time you have done something like this." Breeze looked up at his master just in time to see the lupine drop his already untied pants. Breeze's eyes enlarged as he felt the pants hit his hands around Ri'ka's paws. Breeze was looking at his master in full nude. Breeze couldn't help but stare at the furry sheath and sack that hung from Ri'ka's crotch area. As he stared, warmth he had become familiar with in the recent night returned and made the slave look down in embarrassment. Breeze continued to look down even while the lupine squatted in front of him. The lupine lifted the slaves chin.

"Such a submissive human. It seems I'll even have to give you permission to look at my body." Breeze cautiously looked straight into Ri'ka's eyes to find them sparkling like never before. Breeze detected a hint of repressed aggression in them. Breeze didn't get a chance to observe them anymore as Ri'ka's face quickly enveloped his own. When Ri'ka got past the point Geraz got to he started to slightly panic. His fear of the unknown only increased when the lupine let his long, wet tongue slid along Breeze's lips, eliciting a whine as he tasted the slave. Ri'ka pulled back for a moment, giving Breeze only a seconds worth of recovery before he came back in with another kiss. This time the tongue not only licked his lips, but started to push itself into his mouth. Breeze was frozen. The warmth turned to heat as his body started to become harder to keep under control. What... What am I trying to control...? Breeze resisted the tongue for only a moment before he remembered who was initiating the contact. When Breeze opened for the powerful tongue, Ri'ka quickly took the chance to gain entrance to his mouth. The world beyond Ri'ka started to blur as his main focus became the solid, wet muscle in his mouth. The lupine's broad tongue danced around his mouth, using Breeze's inferior tongue as a partner. The citrus scent intensified, making Breeze breathe in deeper to catch the wonderful smell. While the kiss was only a few seconds, to Breeze they felt like they lasted a lifetime.

Love...

When Ri'ka reluctantly pulled out of Breeze's mouth, a pleasurable smile beamed on his face. When Breeze gained spatial awareness again, the slave felt something poke him in the stomach.

"Before I finish your reward, you're going to need to get me ready." Breeze noted that the fleshy, pink appendage that bobbed up and down impatiently was a very nice contrast to the white fur. Breeze felt himself slipping, something... instinctual taking over. Breeze tried to pull his moving hand away from the organ, but the slave realized resistant was futile. When the paw of Ri'ka intercepted his hand, the whine that escaped Breeze surprised even him. The lupine let go of his hand only after he spread out his legs into a sitting position with Breeze in between his thighs. Once he was comfortably positioned, the master put both hands behind his head, signaling the slave to take the next action. Breeze was out of hi territory. He knew that the only way he would be able to get through this was to follow his impatient instincts. Not that he minded. The heat that pulsed through his body felt alien and exciting, further enticing him to embrace his instinctual side. As he moved his hand out to grasp the pulsing flesh, Ri'ka decided to give him more instruction. Taking one paw out from under his head, the lupine took the slowly moving, soft hand of the human and pressed it against him firmly. Both Breeze and Ri'ka gasped at the feel of each other. Ri'ka moaned and slowly started to move his and Breeze's hand up and down his shaft, even helping the human slave massage his balls and sheath. After four slow, sensual laps up and down the organ, Ri'ka stopped and pulled his hand away. Ri'ka leaned over and looked into Breeze's glazed over eyes before speaking.

"Now I want you to take me into your mouth. Just remember to watch the teeth." Breeze felt as if the order should have felt foreign, but he nodded vigorously and leaned his head over his Master's shaft as Ri'ka relaxed his head back onto his hands. Unlike his hand, the tongue of the slave didn't hesitate as it went to work licking over the damp shaft. Starting at the tip and working his way down, Breeze tasted his master in his full splendor. Breeze had tasted nothing as unique, as powerful, or as fine. Even his earlier raspberry a la lamb couldn't dare challenge the visceral taste of his master. The musky scent that wafted off the appendage only added to the taste. Underneath his snaking tongue, Breeze could fell his master's heartbeat and the pulse of blood rushing to the sensitive area. When Breeze reached his master's empty sheath, he further moved his tongue downwards through the white hair, making sure he tasted as much of his master as he could. The moans of pleasure and squirming only made his licking grow more vigorous. Finally Breeze worked his slippery tongue over his master's scrotum, matting down the hair with his saliva. Not knowing whether to continue or not, Breeze looked up. As soon as he did, Ri'ka growled and using a single paw, pushed Breeze's head onto his shaft, sliding it through the slave's lips. Breeze made a noise of surprise when the large muscle entered his mouth. Remembering Ri'ka's tip about teeth, Breeze opened his mouth even wider. The paw on his head never left as the lupine started to move Breeze's head himself. Just like his hand, the slave found his head moving in much the same pattern. Getting more adventurous, Breeze started to roll his tongue around the tip of the moving shaft. Another motivational whine of pleasure escaped the lupines clenched teeth. Breeze found himself excited from the encounter and reached his own hand down to relieve some of his own tension. As soon as Breeze started to rub himself, the paw behind his head left and let the head stay impaled on Ri'ka's shaft. The slave didn't even react as one of the lupine's hands slipped his own breeches off. Breeze continued to pleasure the lupine until his whole body was lifted into the air by two strong arms. The slave looked up at his master for a brief moment and noticed the mischievous smile painted on his muzzle. The Master turned the slave around until his back was facing him. Continuing to hold the slave in the air, the lupine whispered into Breeze's ear.

"Breeze... This is going to hurt at first, but I promise you will enjoy it in the long run." Breeze didn't have time to question the warning as he was slowly lowered. Only when the tip of the shaft touched his anus did the slave understand what Ri'ka was talking about. There's no way he can fit that thing inside there, Breeze thought, panicking. The pushing onto the shaft started out painless, but slowly the pressure started to build up. The almost audible pop was drowned out by the scream that escaped Breeze's mouth. The pain that Breeze felt around his anus was like he had sat onto a roaring fire. The cry fell off into a whimper of hurt. The licking that caressed Breeze's neck did little to subdue the aching. The lupine behind him held him steady the whole time, only licking his neck to comfort him.

"My Breeze... Are you ready for more?" More?! Breezed tried to recollect himself before giving his master the sign. If this was what his master wanted, this is what he would give him. Breeze nodded, this time bracing himself for the inevitable pain...