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A beam of sunlight fell across her eyes, slowly bringing her back to consciousness. The remnants of her dream slipped through her memory like water in cupped paws, and she sat up, stretching her arms high above her head. She blinked her eyes to clear them of their initial morning blurriness, and focused on the window she was facing, where the morning sun had graced her with just one streak of light coming through the part in her curtains. She placed both of her feet on the floor and padded towards the restroom, grabbing her bathrobe on the way.

The time on the clock beside her bed indicated that she'd awoken some time before her charge. She would have a little bit of time to herself before she had to do actual work, provided that the Mistress of the house wasn't home. She went slowly through her morning routine of showering and brushing her teeth, mentally putting together the plan to accomplish her tasks for the day. She wrapped her bathrobe tight around her, and casually strolled to the kitchen, slightly grateful for the rude awakening of the dayball.

With a press of a button, coffee was brewing to help her get through the morning. She rifled through the cabinets and fridge, and pulled out the ingredients that she would need to cook. "Elaine, play "Sitara's Station"," the woman called out. She heard a beep from the speakers in the kitchen, and music began to play, softly enough so that she wouldn't wake anyone else in the home. She sang along with the first song that started playing, and swayed around from counter to counter.

When she was almost halfway done, she heard the footsteps of someone joining her. She turned around, and saw a dragoness watching her from the island bar. The crimson-scaled girl had her chin rested on one paw, and looked amused to be noticed. Her dark hair was sticking out in a few places, and from the ratty tank top and shorts, it was clear that she'd just come from bed as well. "Whatcha making us for breakfast, Sitara?" She asked, raising her snout to scent the air. "Whatever it is, it smells good. It also appears to come with a show, so I'm not complaining."

The snow leopard blushed, and tied her robe a bit tighter. It suddenly felt too brief; the hem of it only reached the middle of her thigh. She turned to slip some completed eggs onto a plate, as well as some ham and hash browns. "Oh, you know, the works. I'll be working on pancakes next, unless you want some french toast instead." Sitara took the plate over to the scaled girl, and slid the plate across the island, along with some silverware. "You're up early today, Nayeli. Your classes don't start until next week."

"French toast sounds amazing, yes," Nayeli responded, and ravenously ate what she'd been given. With mouth half-full, she continued. "I know, but I've got orientation tomorrow and I wanted to go shopping. I talked to Mom yesterday, and she gave you and I permission to go out today. She said to tell you to use the grocery budget, and she'd refill it for you before next week." She was excited about going shopping, but she had always enjoyed it, even from when she was younger.

"I'm glad Miss Terai is willing to fund your habit," the feline responded dryly. She put away the pancake mix and started on making french toast, instead. Sitara had been bought when she was nineteen- still a brand new volunteer. Her purpose was to be the caretaker of Nayeli, who was only nine at the time. Terai was always gone, making the costumes for movies around the world. The leopard had been trained to cook and clean, as well as how to handle children. Despite being very young, she had been talented and well-liked with the dragon child, so she had remained in the home even once she was no longer truly needed.

She brought the last plate over for her charge, and returned to the stove, quickly making herself a smaller plate. She had a much smaller appetite than her scaled companion. She returned and sat opposite of the dragoness, well aware of the girl's eyes drifting over her. The crimson female had grown up in many ways under the care of the service slave, and had become a flirt sometime in her late teenage years. Sitara was quite used to the wandering gaze and the joking sexual advances; she was confident she wouldn't be the other's type. She was ten years older, after all, and her frame was slight, with medium-sized breasts and average hips. She was shorter than the other, too, barely measuring at five-foot four.The most exciting things about her was her brightly colored teal eyes, and her hair, which she'd dyed to match. The only colors she ever changed were the very tips of her bobbed hair, and at that time, they were purple.

By contrast, the dragoness had grown into a full-figured woman. Sitara knew she shouldn't look, but she would have to be blind to not notice. Nayeli had long, naturally black curled ringlets that fell in layers to just below her shoulder blades, and her scales were so beautiful in the right light that it reminded the feline of gemstones. Her hips were wide, with a narrow waist, and a bust line that was easily a D-cup. Adding insult to injury, the scaled young girl that she had practically raised had finally stopped growing at six-foot-five.

"So do I get the pleasure of going shopping with you in that robe? Because I'd really be into that," Nayeli joked. The teal-haired feline laughed, and shook her head. Once she'd finished eating breakfast, she cleaned up their plates, and glanced behind her. She caught the dragoness watching her tail, and she tried to play it off as nothing more than playfulness. Ever since the other female had been in high school, she'd only been known to date males.

"Of course not. Only you get to see me in my morning disheveled state. Go get dressed; I'll meet you in a minute." She finished cleaning and rushed off to her room, going through her supply of clothes to find something appropriate to wear in a public setting. One of the perks of working for a costume designer was that she often got whatever was left over after a set, or designs that had been rejected in lieu of better ones. She settled on a one-shoulder navy blue top with a key-hole view of her cleavage, and a pair of black jeans that hugged what few curves she had. The intricate chainmail black collar that Terai had designed for her gleamed on her neck, finishing off the whole look.

When she returned to the living room, she found Nayeli dressed in a white-colored tank top with ruffles across the chest, and a matching pleated mini-skirt, with accents of gold at the waist and between each pleat. She looked stunning, and the feline immediately felt a stab of guilt for letting her eyes drag hungrily up the long, exposed legs of the other. She regained her composure, hoping that the other hadn't noticed the attention, and gestured towards the door. "After you, miss."

Once they'd arrived at the mall, they bounced from store to store, picking up necessities for the dragon's college. It was fun, despite the fact that Sitara normally despised shopping. They stopped for a break and got a fast meal at the food court, and decided that their next destination was to stop for clothes. Nayeli insisted that if she was going to be around new people, she was going to need to give the right first impressions of her image and style. Of course, being the slave, the feline couldn't deny her anything.

Truth be told, even if she could, she wouldn't. She had a strong affection for the willful reptile.

They browsed through one of the more well-known stores(with a well-known price tag) first. Sitara hung back, amused, and was holding anything that Nayeli threw into her arms for trying on. Once the feline was carrying almost more than she could handle, they whisked into a dressing room. While the dragoness undressed, the leopard separated and organized the clothes in order of worst to best. Despite not enjoying to shop for herself, she had a knack for knowing what would look best on her owner. She tried not to think that it was because she spent too much of her free time imagining that voluptuous body in a variety of different clothes; she had to believe it was simply from knowing her tastes well.

When she came across some lingerie in the pile of clothes, she was surprised. She hadn't noticed the dragoness looking through any. She must have stopped paying as much attention as she thought. She hastily sorted through them, and tried not to think about Nayeli trying them on. Her blush was creeping up her fur, and she hoped that her companion wouldn't notice. She turned around, and saw that the crimson female had already started into the first set of clothes- a small selection of casual dresses.

Some of them were astounding, while others were discarded. The last one in the pile, however, was meant to be a club dress. It shimmered gold under the light; the fabric looked like pure microglitter without being too gaudy. The yellow-eyed female glanced behind herself, smiling at the slave. "Would you mind doing me up the back?" She joked, gesturing to the zipper that was out of her reach. Her tail curled neatly out of the way, trying to give as much space as possible for the leopardess in the tight dressing room.

The feline approached, and tried to ignore the shaking in her paws. She reached out for the tiny piece of metal and placed her free paw on the hip of Nayeli, dragging the zipper up until the dress was snugly on. Sitara stepped back, and tried to keep her eyes from devouring what the other looked like in the dress. Her fingertips still tingled from where she'd pressed them into her hip. She scolded herself mentally for the feeling; she'd practically raised the girl. She had absolutely no right to feel anything towards her other than warmth and affection.

It was hard to tell herself that when Nayeli turned around, and showed off the front of the dress. The neckline was scooped impossibly low, and with any serious movement, her breasts would be exposed. As it was, the edge started only a few inches before her nipples, and wearing it would make a bra impossible. The fabric draped a bit above her stomach, and the skirt was brief enough that she likely couldn't bend over without showing everything underneath. The fabric was clingy, and left no part of her body to the imagination. Sitara was certain she could see nipples poking through the fabric. "That looks amazing, Nay," she commented, quietly. She tried not to reveal just how much it affected her.

"I know, right? There's no straight guy that could see me in this and resist." She'd half-turn in each direction, paws on her hips. She looked at every angle, impressed with what she found. Her eyes glittered mischievously as she glanced over at the feline. "I'm sure this will even get female attention," she added, offhandedly. She nodded at her reflection, and Sitara started to wonder if the dragoness had noticed her reaction. She needed to be more careful about what emotions played out on her face.

The dress came off, and the rest of the clothes were tried on- simple things like shirts and jeans and skirts. Through the entire ordeal, the volunteer kept her eyes averted. She couldn't afford to let her attention be noticed. She felt wrong to feel anything towards the younger girl, even attachment; when Nay left for college, it was likely that she would be resold. She would no longer be needed to help around the house, after all.

When all that was left was lingerie, she wished she was somewhere else. Every part of her did want to stay and see what they looked like, of course, but even the thought of seeing Nayeli in nothing but scraps of fabric meant to be arousing was enough. "I'll return the clothes you're not satisfied with while you finish up, Nay," she said, and gathered up some of the discarded clothes. A hand on her arm stopped her, and she looked up to see the dragoness shaking her head.

"No, don't go! I need your opinions." She must have still looked hesitant, because the scaled female continued with begging eyes. "Oh come on! We're girls; it's not like you haven't seen tits and ass before. Hell, you've been seeing mine for the last ten years. Don't look so uncomfortable and just stay, please." She couldn't think of an excuse to leave without revealing why she was trying to go, and so she nodded once, a knot of excitement and nervousness forming in her stomach.

Satisfied that Sitara was staying, the dragoness released her, and stripped out of everything. She reached for the first set, barely brushing past the leopardess in the process. The furred one felt her breath hitch; she'd seen Nayeli naked often when she was raising her, but now... Her mouth watered slightly at the sight of dark crimson nipples, perked up to the sudden air. When they leaned close for her companion to grasp the lingerie sets, she got a much closer examination of the breasts that looked heavy and firm. Her fingers twitched with the longing to reach out.

Before she could act on any impulses, the colored reptile had moved back, and was snapping on the bra. It was ivory, and transparent, with delicate gold embroidery across the top. The matching thong was just as sheer, and the vision made her heart race. She could see the smooth mound of the younger girl, and an ache began to form in her lower half from the sight. Sitara tried to clear her head; she was supposed to be offering opinions, not ogling her.

"That looks really good," she offered, keeping her eyes on her owner's face. Nayeli looked at herself in the mirror in every direction, before she agreed, and added the set to the 'buy' pile. The slow torture continued through set after set, until they were all a teasing blur in the older woman's mind. When they were finished, she immediately went to grab the pile of clothes the dragoness had decided to purchase, but the tight dressing room made maneuvering without touching the other impossible.

The feline tripped over one of the skirts, but before she could fall, an arm reached out for her. She was pulled tight against a half-naked chest, and she blinked, her face suddenly full of the breasts she'd been hungering for earlier. Her muzzle opened just slightly as she looked at them, but she got a grip on her thoughts and looked up into the golden-eyed one. They were looking down, and the look of equal appreciation surprised Sitara. She realized that from Nay's angle, the outline of her own breasts was visible.

The taller one's eyes moved up and met the teal eyes watching her, and a small smile quirked on her maw. The snow leopard was turned, her back resting on the wall, with the dragoness's eyes boring down into her own. Her rough hands were cupping the leopard's face, and she'd lean down, meeting her in a kiss. Sitara gasped, but leaned into the kiss automatically. She'd burned with the desire to do this for ages, and her inhibitions hadn't kicked in. She wrapped her arms around the neck of her partner, pulling her into a deeper kiss while standing on her toes to try and even the height difference.

"Is everything alright in there?" An employee called in. They broke apart quickly, and Nayeli pulled on her shirt in haste. They were both breathing heavily, but it was the younger who replied in a confident, even tone, "Oh yes, everything's fine." Their eyes didn't stop devouring one another, until realization crept into the feline's mind. She'd quickly turn away, and re-gather the clothing, stepping into the hallway. The crimson female followed shortly after, and the cat would swear she could hear her laugh softly.

After some final but tense shopping, they returned to the house, and Sitara settled in to start cooking their dinner. The young adult had disappeared to put away her purchases, and the leopardess was grateful. She'd needed the time to breathe and get her head together. Before she could recite her mantra of why her owner's daughter was completely wrong for her to lust for, she heard the phone go off, and answered it- surprised to find that it was her owner on the other end.

"Sitara, I'm glad I caught you. Listen, I'm going to be taking a job right after this one and I won't be home for a long time. I decided that since I travel so much, it's quite pointless for me to pay the bills on a large house for a teenager and a slave; I want you to take her apartment shopping. I'm arranging to have the house sold. Try to get her one within walking distance of the college; she'll have her car, but I'm sure a close apartment will be great for her social life." The leopardess didn't have time to get a word in; the golden dragon was always quick with her phone calls. Sitara often wondered why she had bothered to have a child, if she was never going to want motherhood.

"I'll pay for it, of course. Oh, and you're going to move with her. I have no use for a slave out here unless they were an assistant, and I'm sure my daughter would be absolutely lost without a caretaker. I've already arranged to have your collar transferred into her name, now that she's an adult. Use the card I gave you for utilities, rent, and anything you both need for the apartment. I have more than enough to cover it. Try to get it done soon, okay? I have to go now, shooting is starting." The line clicked dead. The feline sat down on the closest chair, her head whirling with the new information. Sitara was now faced with the fact that it wasn't her Mistress's daughter she lusted for anymore; it was her Mistress now. There would be no repercussions if she were to become involved with her, except perhaps in the event of a breakup. In fact, she was more likely to be punished for refusing.

When she called the younger girl to dinner, it was clear she'd also received the phone call from her mother. She was bouncing in excitement, barely touching her dinner because of how fast she was talking. "This is great, Sita! I know of this really great complex that's right off campus; the master bathrooms have, like, jacuzzis, and their own balconies. There's a ton of windows, and so much natural light, and the kitchens are amazing... Since we don't have to worry about Mom's allergies anymore, I can get a cat! Or three!" The feline was smiling at her enthusiasm while she ate, quiet and thoughtful. She knew the place, and was in total agreement about its perfection. She knew they'd have to do a tour as soon as possible.

"Mom told me...that she transferred your collar into my name. Is that true?" Nayeli asked. Immediately, the service slave froze. she wasn't prepared to answer that question yet. The dragoness reached forward and gently tapped the tag on her collar; under Sitara's profile, she found that the owner was listed as Nayeli. A squeal of glee from her warmed the feline's heart, almost against her will. She didn't want to think of why the other woman was so happy for that.

"Oh, we're going to have the best time. Let's go tomorrow to do a tour. We can get a two bedroom apartment, maybe with an office." Unable to deny her new owner whatever her whim, she agreed. They started packing up their things that night, and it seemed as if the awkwardness from the shopping trip had been forgotten in the excitement of their new potential home. The memory of it flitted on the edge of the teal-eyed woman, however, and when she slept, her dreams were filled with hot kisses and flashes of golden eyes.

A few days later, they were moving into their brand-new apartment. They'd acquired one on the very top floor, with two bedrooms and an office, just like Nayeli had wanted. They'd furniture shopped while closing on the place, and movers were bringing it all in, placing wherever the two females indicated. By that evening, they were exhausted, but their apartment was complete- with a full luxury couch set, large enough to accommodate the dragoness and her tail, a fantastic entertainment system, kitchen utensils, full bedroom sets, and a beautiful mahogany office set that Sitara wasn't entirely sure would get used. However, it displayed the new textbooks of her owner very well, and she thought it would at least be a peaceful place to get homework done.

Their kitchen and dining room was off to the outer wall, and lined in floor-to-ceiling windows. They looked out over the college campus, twinkling with life even in the late evening. The feline had bought them both a bottle of wine, and they sipped from them, eating one of Nay's favorite meals. They were both distracted, looking outside, but it was the dragoness who broke their silence first. She lifted her wine glass, and smiled. "To our new home, and hopefully a great career in art for my future."

Sitara raised her glass in response, and gently touched it to the other's, taking a sip. It was a rich wine, and she'd already consumed a few glasses. She was in love with her new home; it was cozier, and would be easier to clean. The kitchen was a dream to cook in; they had a fully stocked island bar for when the crimson female wanted to entertain. The master bath was luxurious, with a garden tub fitted with jets, and a shower that could have fit three people. Her own bedroom was larger than even the one she'd lived in with Terai. Her life cleaning and caring for the dragoness was certainly no hardship. She felt luckier every time she looked around.

"I heard you say you wanted to try that garden tub," Nayeli commented, her eyes twinking. "Come enjoy the bathroom with me. I intend on trying out that shower. Two shower heads, jets... It's even tall enough for me, which is something short people like you don't understand. It's a hardship being tall and needing to shower." The snow leopard laughed, but agreed. She wouldn't have refused an order like that to begin with, but the wine was helping her to not overthink the decision. She stood from the table, following her scaled owner.

The bathroom opened up in front of her, just as opulent as she remembered. Two steps up led into the garden tub that lay empty, just waiting for someone to sink into it. On the wall to its right, and behind the shower, was the only fur dryer in the entire apartment; it was, however, easily large enough for two. She approached the tub and turned it on, waiting for the water to warm. She heard the sounds of the dragon's clothes falling to the floor, and she smiled, stripping herself. The shower kicked on, and soon, steam filled the room. Nayeli dimmed the lights, and Sitara located tealight candles, placing them strategically all around her water. A bit of bubble bath later, her tub was ready and calling her name. Just as she lowered herself into the water that was almost too hot, she heard the shower door open. She glanced over, barely seeing the outline of red scales through the frosted glass.

The taller female sat down on the bench in the shower, and seemed to just be relaxing back, enjoying the spray of the multiple shower heads. The snow leopard sank back into her water and sighed blissfully, taking a sip from the wine she'd placed on the side of her tub. She turned a dial on the wall, and the jets burst to life, massaging into her back with a ferocity that elicited an immediate moan. She closed her eyes and laid her head back; the sensations were rolling over her in waves. This was pure bliss; she was so happy that she'd been able to make this part of her life.

She awoke with a start, realizing that she'd dozed off a little bit in her tub. A quick glance at a clock told her she'd only been asleep for about twenty minutes, but the water had already started to cool. She turned off the jets and let the water drain, grimacing at the bubbles clinging to her fur. Perhaps those kinds of tubs were overrated for bubbles. She'd also probably have to make it a bit hotter than she could stand at first if she wanted to be able to soak for longer. She stepped out of it, and reached for a towel.

"Hey, Sitara? You can come rinse off in here, if you like. This thing is huge." She stopped, paw still outstretched and dripping water onto the floor. She was covered in soap, and she'd have to take a shower anyway. There was no point in saying no; at least, that's what she tried to tell herself. She slid open the shower door and stepped in, her teal hair immediately getting soaked in one of the showerheads. She closed the door behind her, and sighed happily, standing in front of the dragoness.

"Here, let me help you." The crimson female pulled her forward, and the water ran over her entire body, rinsing the bubbles from her fur. 'Helpfully', the dragon's claws ran through every bit of fur on her back and sides, while those golden eyes stared up into the teal ones. "The water isn't too hot, is it? I know I probably like hotter showers than you," the dragoness asked, quietly. The feline was hot, but she didn't dare say it. She was enjoying the touches of her owner too much to tell her to stop. She shook her head to say 'no', and moved a bit closer to let her scaled companion have easier access.

"So your tattoo is at the base of your tail, huh? I wondered why I never saw it." Her fingers were brushing through her lower back and tail, and she shivered, gooseflesh jumping up under her fur. "Why'd you choose to get it there? Most slaves have theirs out in the open, but yours wouldn't be noticed unless someone was looking for it." Her claws were tracing the outside of the grapevine leaves that marked the service slave tattoos; she had so many of the service slave colors that she'd been a high price, even for a new volunteer.

"When I decided to serve, it wasn't really a...Choice, I guess. My mom's a pleasure slave. Obviously, she raised me as best as she could even while serving my father. He never wanted a daughter; when my mom eventually had a son, he offered my little brother a college education, and anything he could ever want. Me? I was well taken care of, but it was totally up to me to decide my future. I didn't see myself in college, but I didn't want to end up bearing children for some rich guy half-against my willing consent. I volunteered the day I turned eighteen, and went for the service division. I'm not proud of that decision. I could have done better, if I'd thought about it more. People treat you differently when they see the tattoo, and this collar could be a necklace, so people treat me almost like a normal person, most of the time." Sitara stopped herself once she felt Nay pull her closer, an arm around her waist. She was keeping herself barely standing with a knee on the seat between the dragon's legs, and one arm immediately went around the other's neck to steady herself.

Face to face with her again, she couldn't help it. Perhaps it was the wine she'd had earlier, or maybe it was just the lack of barriers between them, but she kissed the younger female. Her muzzle tasted just as delicious as it had before, and opened in welcome to her probing tongue. The shower was long forgotten; a bit of the bubbles from her bath that had been left on her chest were now on Nayeli. The slick feel of her fur on the wet skin was erotic, and different than anything she'd ever experienced.

Nayeli pulled away first, to move her muzzle to Sita's throat. The feline moaned, tilting her head back to give the larger one more access. Light nips and suckles created a trail of sensations from her chin to her collarbone, and back up again. She groaned, settling herself fully onto the other's lap. Immediately, she felt her companion's hands grip her ass, squeezing them affectionately when they rested on her thighs. "I didn't know you were into girls," the feline whispered, pressing her body closer to the other's.

"Boys, girls, herms," Nay muttered against her fur, tracing the outline of her tattoo again. "It doesn't matter to me. I'd like to think it's a treat. When I move my hand down, I'm always happy with whatever I find." Her claws trailed away from the tattoo and over the curve of the slender woman's hip, coming to rest where it could dance circles around the areas she wanted to touch most. "I'm definitely happy with this. I've wanted you for years, Sita. I saw you noticing me the entire time and you never gave in to my flirting. I still remember how jealous I was when I caught you with my mother, instead."

Sitara blushed; she'd once, in a night of drinking and lust, fallen into bed with Terai. Her daughter had walked in to see the leopardess's head buried in her mother's sex, and had stormed off afterwards. The mood had been broken, and the moment never revisited.

"There was never anything between she and I, and if I hadn't..." The teal-haired girl trailed off when the digits of the other had buried themselves between her folds, teasing circles right outside her clit, not close enough to satisfy. She made a sound of desperation, trying to grind against them, but they remained stubbornly just out of her reach. She was already soaked, but the more it continued, the more of her fluids started to coat her partner's fingers, and the fur around it.

"Oh, I know. You'd have been up for resale for rejecting her. I figured it out, you see. I knew you weren't eating her out because you wanted her. You were trying to see what I might taste like. Mom was the closest you could get to me." Her fingers moved closer, brushing over her clit and then down to press into her sex, feeling the furred girl clench down onto them desperately, trying to plunge them deeper. "I can see from how desperate you are for me now that I was right. So why don't you find out what I really taste like?"

The dragoness shoved Sitara's head down, meeting almost no resistance. For one, the crimson female was incredibly strong- but it was mostly because there was nothing more that she wanted, than to taste her as she'd fantasized about for so many years. Her arms slid down, hugging around the scaled waist, pulling it closer so that she could greedily bury her tongue into the lips awaiting her. Her pussy felt soft against the leopardess's face, perhaps the only non-scaled place on the other female's body besides her stomach.

The shower, long ignored, beat against her back- though it was a different fluid entirely coating her muzzle. It was the sweetest taste in the world, and she lapped it greedily, needing more of it. It was everything she'd imagined in all that time, and more. The scent of arousal filled her senses, and drove her further. She could hear Nayeli encouraging her distantly, but she couldn't focus on anything besides the tingling in her scalp and the intoxicating juices on her tongue. She dipped her tongue deep into the other's sex, groaning from the taste, sliding one paw up the smooth stomach to massage at one of Nay's breasts.

It wasn't quite enough, however, and she pulled the dragoness forward, throwing those long legs over her shoulders. With her new angle, she was able to grip the large, luscious ass, massaging it with the tip of her fingers in time with the paw still on her breast. She felt thin, delicate fingers curl into her hair and pull it, while pushing her down into the wet sex. She closed her eyes, circling the tip of her tongue over the clit, and then pulling it into her mouth. Her tongue curled expertly around it, sucking it both ferociously and delicately; she'd only ever been interested in women, and she'd had plenty of practice in her teenage years.

She'd scratch her claws down Nayeli's belly once more, and press one finger deep into her folds, and then a second. Her walls were weeping, and clenched desperately to her digits, especially when she began to pump them in time with her suckling. Loud, high-pitched cries met her ears, and she pulled her tongue back in response, swirling it slowly and teasingly around the sensitive nub. She'd inch closer, pulling her mouth away to look up into the crimson woman's eyes, burying her fingers as deep as they would go. Her thumb replaced her tongue, agonizingly light and playful.

"You taste so damn good, Nay. You're right; I've wanted to fuck you like this for the longest time. This is better than I could have ever imagined. How does it feel for you? To have me deep like this, to feel my tongue, to know I'm not going to let even a drop of your delicious juices go to waste?" Her voice was a low whisper, a caress across the dark-haired girl's skin. Where her breath passed, she saw gooseflesh rise, and she knew that Nayeli was finding it just as erotic as she was.

"I've imagined you doing this for years, too, Sita. I can't describe how amazing this is- only that I want you in bed, right now, instead of in here- because I want you to fuck me all night long." The dragoness whispered back, and it sent chills down the snow leopard's spine. She quickly turned off the shower, and as soon as she turned around, she was met in a fierce kiss. It was sublime and hot, to share the dragon's taste with herself. They stumbled out of the shower, moving blindly backwards to the bed. Once they reached the edge, they fell into it- still wet from the bath.

As soon as they crawled farther into the bed, Sitara rolled deftly on top, breaking the kiss to slowly trail nips and caresses of her lips down the other's chest and stomach. She stopped briefly on her way down, to lavish attention on the hardened peaks of her tits, and then to nibble on her hips- causing them to arch up towards her. As soon as she was low enough, she'd hook one of Nayeli's legs over her shoulder, and bury her muzzle in the folds once more, as if she'd never stopped. The warmth radiating from it felt like home, and she wasn't sure she'd ever get enough of it.

"Don't stop, please," her ears perked at the sounds of the dragoness moaning, and she'd grin, plunging her digits into the other female once more. Her tongue flicked back and forth over the little nub, broken in rhythm only when she'd pull it into her lips. She pistoned her hand, alternating sensations with her tongue, unleashing an avalanche of pleasure for her mistress. Her fluids were weeping over her fingers, coating them completely. Her tips curved upward, dancing over the spot inside of the other that was so elusive to some. She was impatient for this first time; she knew she'd have many more of these sessions in her future, and she'd fantasized about what it would feel like to make Nay come for so long.

Sitara probed her smallest digit at her partner's hole, and found it to be slick with her sex juices as well. Grinning to herself, with the next thrust, she'd press it inside- and giggle when the girl's back arched so high she almost came off the bed. Working her fingers in both holes was easy, and the wet, luscious sounds were music to her ears. The tip of her tongue danced around Nay's clit, trying to learn every movement that could make her scream. The room was echoing with them, and the poor girl was starting to lose her voice. She didn't want to keep her waiting much longer.

She pulled the sensitive nub into her mouth, suckling it hard in time with her finger fucking, gradually working her way faster. She had become a never ending show of motion, overwhelming the dragoness's senses with as much pleasure as she could give. The walls of her pussy and ass were tight around her fingers, and they pulled her in, urging her to stay deep. She closed her eyes to brace herself for what she knew was bound to happen soon, and the cries of pleasure from her lover was sending shivers of ecstasy down her own spine.

Nayeli's body seized up around her fingers, and the leopardess heard the sweetest sound of her name tearing from the other's throat. Just the sound of it was enough to almost make her come, but she held on to her control, pumping her fingers in time with her tongue to prolong it as long as she could. Everything had clenched down around her fingers, and she loved the feeling of the pulses, the flood of juices on her fingers. The younger's body started to relax, and she fought back disappointment that it was over, for now.

She'd slow her fingers as the spasms subsided, and once the crimson female had finished whimpering, she'd withdraw them- and slide up, to be face-to-face with her mistress. She'd offer her fingers, and moan softly when the reptile eagerly licked them clean of the wetness still clinging to them. There was something intoxicating about watching Nayeli taste herself, and she couldn't help but follow it up with a kiss. She knew her mouth still tasted of sex and sweet juices, and a shiver ran down her spine at sharing that heady moment with the young woman.

Their kissing grew less ardent, and gentler, as their heart rates slowed. Sitara rested snuggled up to her, as close as she could get. Satisfaction buzzed through her every follicle, as did affection. They broke apart only to look into one another's eyes, sharing a small smile of both exhaustion and pleasure. "I can't believe it took you so long to give in, Sita. I'm far from a virgin, but that might be one of the best experiences I've ever had. I can't wait to see what else you can do."

The leopardess laughed, and lightly planted a kiss over the other's heart, never taking her eyes away. "I think this has been the best day of my entire life, Nay. I intend to show you many, many more things tonight, but for right now...Let's get some rest. I'm not as young as I used to be." They both descended into giggles, and parted just long enough to pull the blanket over them both. They returned, skin-to-skin, a tangle of limbs. For the first time since she'd received it, her tattoo burned on her tail. She believed deep into her soul that every event in one's life happened for a reason, and she no longer regretted volunteering to be a slave.

She knew it was likely that, someday, Nay would tire of her- or her services- but at that moment, wrapped up in her arms, it was enough to know that she had the night. If, by force of luck, she remained with the crimson mistress for the rest of her life and was freed to become her wife- every moment of doubt and pain would have been worth it. Even if that was the case, however, she knew she would never stop serving Nayeli. There was a saying, among the volunteers who were released from their collars, and she knew it would apply to her just as strongly.

"Free from a collar, but forever a volunteer."