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I am a slave. It's an odd way to start things off but my mother always told me that honesty was the best policy. I was born fifteen years ago to a she wolf slave and a human master. Once I hit the proper selling age I was passed off to a man that dealt in all things indentured servitiude. Unfortunately he wasn't the best salesman and I wasn't exactly prime material. Because one of my parents is a human I don't possess the strength or stamina my kind usually has, but my mind is sharper and it's easier for me to learn. Humans, however, can't tell the difference and as far as I know I am the only half-breed of my kind. Once my riksha, or slave master, found an interested buyer he was quick to unload me. By this time I had been with him two years and I was working on my thirteenth birthday. My next master was a very odd woman, she preferred the company of my kind but she could not handle the savagery of the males from my species. At least that was what she told me the first night she bedded me. Although it wasn't my first experience with sex it was the most pleasant, being bent over by a slave master and taken against your will isn't exactly gratifying. But slaves are not supposed to have a will anyway. She spent hours talking to me and ordering me about doing odds and ends things in her palatial home. At night when she slept I taught myself to read using books in her library and things she had taught me unintentionally. Playing a simple-minded soul wasn't exactly hard and I was the only other person in the house.

Her death was devastating to me not because of any love I felt for the older woman but because I knew I would lose my comfortable home and casual surroundings. I knew what would happen if I were to fall into the hands of another cruel master. I was worried as I was taken to the auction block. Even though she had willed everything to her only son he wanted nothing to do with her belongings. I watched as piece after piece was auctioned to the highest bidder, lots of books and other knick-knacks went in boxes by the droves. I was the last and to the auctioneer's credit he tried to peddle me as the prize of her possessions. Of course he touted that I was a broken, simple-minded slave that had absolutely no free will and obeyed all orders given. Though it was true I knew it was all an act so I watched in dejected silence as no one took the opening bid of ten thousand dakkari. My price dwindled before my eyes for what seemed like half a tick until finally I was down to a meager one hundred drakkari. Finally a hand came up in the back, attached to those delicate-looking fingers I saw a sign marked fourty-one though I couldn't actually see the bidder I knew it to be a female.

Standing there looking subservient and hollow was hard for me, it didn't seem like I could honestly break myself of my habits and conform to a new master but my life had always been lived under the heel of someone's boot. I resigned myself to this because my life span, though shorter due to lack of care from our human masters, was significantly longer than theirs. My thoughts drifted as the auctioneer called for a challenging bid but after the third the fall of the gavel woke me up with a start. Everyone in the crowd laughed at the outward display of fear. Through my feigned vacant gaze I could see their servants on the side lines, all of my race, and they had looks of pity and shame. Most were female though a few of the bulkier males were present.

I had no time to dwell on my fate as I was led back into the rear of the auction house. They removed the white decorated loin cloth they had provided me for some degree of modesty and ordered me to stay put; I knew I would have stayed regardless of being ordered to do so or not. Better to be chastised for not doing something than whipped for doing the wrong thing. I stood there naked staring at the floor. My dark red fur, a rarity mind, had been cleaned and washed by another slave that I had not been given the time to know. I thought back to that, I had been given the customary washing and scrubbing first. Then her master had ordered her to give me a hand job so I wouldn't 'succumb to my base instincts' in the middle of the auction. Looking back on it I felt bad, of course I could control myself because I wasn't a full-blooded lythani male but I didn't tell him that. I'd never told anyone anything because the males of my species usually couldn't speak and could barely understand the commands given to them. I regretted that as I had watched the dejected slave girl massage my manly parts until I finally mussed the fur on her face quite well. Although I was thankful for the release it did nothing for my guilt, I felt bad for making her do it after the fact. In all honesty I think her master, who watched the entire time, was getting off on the sight.

"Does he have a name?" I heard my new master ask, I was curious to know the response because I did have a name, the one that my mother had given me. It was on my original papers but I was used to responding to ‘slave' and ‘boy' and ‘hey you'.

"His name is whatever you wish to call him Arcanist Tanalasta." The smooth-talking auctioneer said as he passed her the paperwork I knew to be the right of ownership for me.

Finally after a long wait and a lot of meaningless conversation my new master came to retrieve me. She wore a long flowing blue robe and a pair of glasses perched on her nose. She was a human of course; they were the most plentiful in Maskar City. Her robes signified to me that she was a high ranking student in the arcane academy; one of my former master's books had been on the ways and traditions of the academy so I knew a little but not much. The belt at her waist had pouches and pockets that presumably kept reagents for her spells, and for a more practical defense she carried a staff across her back that I did not recognize. It was made of a dark wood with crystalline tips on either end. All of this I could tell with just a glance. I watched the pretty, but not ravishing, young woman flip her black hair over her shoulder and pay the auction fee. She also argued about the fact that I was completely naked. Although I had never been auctioned I knew that I would never be able to keep the expensive-looking garment they had clothed me in. It was amusing to hear the auction master argue that the clothing was worth more than I was.

Modesty was something I had been born without, so walking out of the building into public with my genitals blowing in the crisp wind as they swayed to and fro didn't faze me save for the slight bite in the cold air. My mistress was already angry so I obeyed every command she gave me to the detail. She was obviously embarrassed at having to transport me to her home out in the open nude. Secretly I felt rather empowered at that moment but I wisely kept my eyes trained toward the ground, a slave never met eyes with his betters. Though some humans didn't care others felt it was an affront to their person. I've never really understood it. Our trip was actually sort of nice because I got to see some of the city. I snuck rare glimpses at the architecture around me, the statues and fountains that the humans had built were breathtaking. Never once did I get caught thankfully because it would be considered defiance to even glance up unless told to. Luckily for me and my curiosity, my mistress was more interested in getting out of public.

When we reached our destination I was quite shocked to find that I was being led into the academy itself. Usually the students had dorms off campus or with relatives. That could only mean I was mean to work inside the building, most likely as a janitor or something else demeaning. As I followed my new owner obediently I glanced into the various classrooms and offices as we passed by. I knew from my reading that classes were held during four of the eight days in the week and though I hadn't been anywhere near a calendar I was sure that it was the fifth day of the fourth week in septren. The fall season had set in from the color of the trees. Soon classes would be out if I remembered what I had read in the book properly. My most frequent acquaintance seemed to be the tiles under my feet which were multicolored ranging from a dull gray to several other dull shades of blue and red. Though there was a distinct pattern my mind was more focused on our destination. At the end of the long hallway I spied a set of intricately carved double doors made of solid stone and of course feigning ignorance and stupidity I caught the password my mistress whispered at the doorway and was surprised to watch the door open without a whisper of a sound.

My stride faltered a little as I walked along behind her a little to the right. Inside the dorm everything was the same as it was in the academy with one exception, the dorms were all full of women. In another place and time that might have been a welcome sight to me but my obligation as a slave overrode any sort of pleasure I might feel at the women around me gawking at my exposed member. My unfortunate luck was that the pretty girls watching me walk by were turning me on with just their eyes. Oh how I fought my instinct and own body trying not to think about them, especially when we walked by the girls lavatory, which was open air and contained several nude bodies. There was nothing but relief for me as my mistress finally opened a door and led me inside her chambers, though by that time I had sprouted a hard on that I couldn't wish away for anything.

When she turned around to address me her eyes went wide and she scowled almost in the same second. Instantly I shrank back from her and did not move my gaze from the floor. Of course I was just a dumb animal so the thought of apologizing to her verbally didn't last long. Although I knew I was going to be punished I was surprised to find that she merely sighed and turned away from me, indicating with one finger that I was to follow her. Of course I did and I kept my gaze to the ground because I knew I was in trouble, I had no loin cloth to cover her embarrassment.

Her room was rather large, and upon further inspection I realized it was made for two students. Her belongings were on the right side of the room and her roommate was on the left, I knew because my mistress sat on the right handed bed. I stood unmoving to her side and kept my gaze on her feet. She had dainty feet attached to shapely legs covered by blue slippers that matched her robe. In all honesty if it weren't for the fact that she looked frustrated or constipated the entire short time I had known her she would be a pretty girl. I attempted to assist her as she began removing her staff and belt but as my hands touched her waist she skittered back as if I had struck her and eyed me suspiciously.

I had the feeling that she had never owned a servant so I crossed my arms over my chest and bowed my torso to her to indicate that I was at her mercy. Once she calmed down and stopped breathing as if she had been running a full day she approached again. "You may assist me."

Now that we had been established properly I unbuckled her belt and took it from her, buckling it back and hanging on a rack near her bed. I took the staff that had been slung across her back with a leather thong and did the same. Unsure if I was done I waited until she held her hands up before helping her remove her robe. Underneath it she wore a simple light tunic and short breeches that came up above the knee just slightly. Taking great care I folded her robe and placed it on a shelf in her closet that contained several others. Once that was complete she motioned for me to do the same with the rest of her clothing. The breeches and tunic came free easily though it was clear that she had been sweating. I placed the dirty garments by the bed and tried not to stare at her. Her body was only covered with a thin set of frilly undergarments I had never laid eyes upon before, they were pink and looked soft. She had one such across her waist and down between her legs, covering her nether-regions completely. The other was across her breasts. She was obviously impressed with my mannerisms already because she seemed a little less tense. With a nod of approval she turned away from me and sat down at the desk that sat next to her bed.

For a moment I was unsure what to do or how to carry myself but she bent over an open book and began reading and writing something out on a parchment. I had been with my last mistress for a long time, so it was almost instinct that I walked up behind my new owner and put my hands on her shoulders to start a therapeutic massage my former owner had insisted that I learn. My regret was painted on my face as she jumped up and eyed me suspiciously. Once again I crossed my arms over my chest and bowed my torso to her. She merely sighed and turned around, motioning for me to continue.

"I'm not used to having a servant." She said almost apologetically. It sounded strange coming from a human, they had only ever ordered me around.

Her shoulders were tense and knotted so much that I was afraid I would hurt her severely, but after a few minutes of rubbing and working her muscles she finally let out a sigh of relief and a smile touched her features. I was happy that she was pleased with me; at least I knew I wouldn't be sold any time soon. Her back was just as tense as her shoulders had been so I worked on that too while she studied, or tried to. Truthfully I was masking the fact that I was reading her lessons, our race was prohibited to read or write.

"Oh my, you do have magic fingers." She paused and looked up at me for a moment. I merely turned my gaze down toward the tiles so I didn't meet her eyes. "What should I call you? Hand me your papers."

There was no choice but to obey so I walked back over to the belt and pulled the paperwork that was the deed of ownership for me and set it on the desk in front of her. I had never seen them so I continued my work on her back, neck, and shoulders as we both read silently.

"Your name is Sirian? That's an odd name for your kind, it sounds almost human." She said curiously as she read the paperwork. "You're fifteen eh? I knew your kind get very large but that's impressive, you're at least six feet tall if not more."

"Well then Sirian, you've done well so far although I must find a way to cover you up, I can't have you walking the halls with that thing hanging out." She failed to glance or motion at my crotch but I knew what she was talking about. "I am Arcanist Tanalasta, most people call me Tana but then again you males can't do anything more than yip and growl. Anyway you are to follow the orders of my roommate Casey as if they were my own but you are my servant first and foremost, you follow my orders."

"I don't know why I'm bothering; you're too dim-witted to understand." Again I avoided her gaze as quickly as possible when she looked up at me. She looked a little disappointed so I knelt down beside her chair and began massaging her feet and legs as well, the last thing I needed was for her to not feel as if I was useful. "Oh you do know how to make a girl feel better don't you?"

I was pleased as she closed her eyes and allowed me to work the tension out of her small feet and her cream-colored legs. Though she was rather pale it looked good on her. My fingers worked skillfully down to the tips of her toes and then back up her legs and as my former mistress had instructed me every time I climbed I went a little higher until finally I was almost the entire way up her thighs. I could see that she was enjoying the attention because the front of her expensive-looking undergarments was wet. I could smell the sweet aroma of her strong-smelling womanhood clearly and unfortunately for me that did nothing but afflict me with another rock-solid boner. Her mouth was slightly agape and she had leaned backward and spread her legs wide for me so I could work on both of them without hindrance. The slow, methodical rhythm of my fingers had put her in an almost trance-like state. For a long time I just rubbed her thighs and ran my hands along her legs up and down over and over again. She shivered once and I knew she'd had an orgasm from the small squeak that exited her lips. I was perplexed at if I should continue but she looked as if she was enjoying herself.

Bravery or stupidity? That is the question I asked myself as I trailed my fingers upward across her soft pampered skin one last time. I touched her lightly, only just a little bit on the outside of her panties and ran the tip of my finger down her slit then back upward. I could see the framing sticky garment clinging to the lips of her pussy clearly and when she didn't immediately bat my hand away I continued on and slipped one finger into the side of her panties. My finger touched her clean-shaven lips and teased them a little more. She was not stopping me so I figured that I was giving her what she wanted and I continued on by pulling the panties further aside and licking my tongue up her quivering slit. When she yelped and gripped her hands down on my shoulders, pushing me away I caught a taste of the sweet, almost sugary liquid that shot out at my face. It was only a little bit but I had no time to contemplate, she slapped my face hard and my muzzle angled downward to the tiles instantly. I found myself groveling and crossing my arms over my chest again with my body pressed down against the floor. My tail was curled around my legs to show that I was trying to look submissive to her.

There was nothing I could do as she kicked me in the ribs twice, her legs were small and not very powerful but it hurt none-the-less. It came to mind that she couldn't yell at me for fear of attracting the attention of the other students so she just glowered at me from her standing point. I could feel it of course, you can tell when someone is glaring at you menacingly or otherwise. For the longest time I was still, deathly still and I felt a few tears streaming down my muzzle to pool on the floor, the most I could manage was a whimper of pain and confusion. The time I spent curled up on the floor escaped me, it could have been seconds or minutes, maybe hours but finally I felt a hand on my back and shoulder. I allowed her to sit me upright and pull my hands out to my sides but I did not lift my gaze from the floor.

"I was a bit frightened and confused." She started to explain then shook her head, most likely feeling like I would not understand. Her fingers explored my ribs and arm for a moment before she continued. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much."

I whimpered and bowed to her again, kissing her unclad feet and putting my hands palms down on the floor. She placed a hand on my head and proceeded to pet me lightly, I found this motion soothing, almost like my mother had done before I was taken away from her. When I sat back up I found myself looking up at her and in an instant of stupidity I met her green eyes with my blue, as quick as it happened I put a hand over my face and bowed again. I couldn't help but whimper another time and proceed to beg for forgiveness.

"Hey, hey it's alright, you just scared me is all." She said soothingly while petting my head still.

I sat up to my full height and looked down at the ground. I noticed that my hard on hadn't diminished any, actually the pain might have made it throb just a little more. At the same time she noticed it and gasped. Although I was no stranger to sexual pleasures she seemed to be a virgin in more ways than one. Wondering if she wanted to pursue further I wrapped both arms around her leg and position my hands on either side of her thighs, squeezing softly and making in inquisitive sound in my throat. As an afterthought I kissed the side of her leg submissively.

"No, that's okay you did good Sirian." My eyes watched her hand as she reached out and smoothed the fur of my head out. I leaned my head into it to show her that I was pleased and made a whining noise in my throat. "I... you can take care of that, just don't make a mess."

Although I had never been given permission to masturbate before it seemed an odd thing to do on command. My loins were crying for attention though so my mind mulled it over for a moment. As she stood there looking down at me I got the feeling that she thought I didn't understand. Curiously I touched the band of her panties and tugged on them slightly, she squirmed a little and grabbed my hand, pulling it away. She knelt down in front of me and guided my hand down to my cock and wrapped my fingers around the shaft.

Acting like the stupid animal they thought I was I stood up and took her hand, doing the same thing she had just done with mine. I was making it quite clear I didn't understand because I was hoping to get her help, there was nothing like a slender feminine hand doing the work for you. Her frustration was clear from her facial expression so I turned my head to the side and whimpered gently. It was hard not to display my satisfaction at having duped my new master into giving me a hand job. It wasn't often that a slave got the good fortune of having a naïve master.

I leaned my head forward and pressed my body against hers, it was clear she was uncomfortable with it but she didn't try to push me away. I breathed heavily in her ear and took in the pleasant scent of her hair and skin; she had washed herself with some sort of flowery extract. My fur rubbed her body and my chest pressed against her breasts, though she was trying to act as if she didn't like it her nipples were hard and she was breathing out of the norm as well. As her fingers caressed the sensitive skin of my head I whimpered against her and bucked my hips just a little bit. Her other hand went down and she cupped them both together, she had very small hands and my shaft was large enough to have broken free of her digits several times. As I thrust myself against her body I felt her knees getting weak so taking a chance I pulled myself from her surprisingly iron-like grasp and pushed my cock between her legs, rubbing it against the outer fabric of her panties. I could feel the warm wet sensation of her pussy lips rubbing against me and rather than push me aside she gripped her hands down on my ass and cried out in pleasure. With my arms wrapped around her torso I continued to move my hips back and forth even as she shuddered and grunted daintily, biting my shoulder with almost enough force to break the skin. I was beside myself with pleasure, her body was so young and beautiful and my desire was rising to its peak, I could feel my balls tightening as I got harder with each passing second.

To her credit she kept her footing longer than I thought possible in the face of the jittering muscle spasms she was having every time I moved. I grabbed her ass tight in my hands and pulled her against my body as I felt my climax building. The sensation of coming close, the feeling of my hot love coursing through my manhood hit me all at once and I shot a huge load of thick white cream out as I pulled back a little. My body jerked and spasmed involuntarily as I drained myself out on her thighs and expensive underwear. She didn't move and neither did I, we had both experienced mutual sexual gratification and she looked almost embarrassed about it.

"I've never been this close to a man, a male I mean, before. It's embarrassing that my first orgasm was with my own servant." She blushed hard and covered her face up. I kissed her cheek to ensure her that everything was okay. "Well at least you can't tell anyone."

"I could though." I heard an unfamiliar voice behind us; it was a female to be sure.

As I turned around I growled and stood in front of my mistress protectively. It shocked me at first because though I had been trained to protect my chosen master I had never really been so eager to assist one of them. I attributed it to my recent ejaculation, the closeness I had felt with her. But no matter to that, in the closed doorway stood a tall girl, she had curly blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was definitely pretty but not as attractive as my mistress was. I snarled and curled my lip at the newcomer showing my displeasure at both being snuck up on and on the thought of someone crossing my owner.

"Settle down big boy." She said in a sultry voice as she approached me fearlessly and put a finger right on the end of my muzzle, pushing my nose just a little. "I'm Casey and I was just joking."

Remembering what my mistress said about her roommate Casey I dropped to my knees and crossed my arms over my chest, I felt like a fool for not thinking before accosting the newcomer. My voice was low as I whimpered and kissed the hem of her blue robe, trying hard to clear myself of any wrong doing.

"It's alright handsome, stop begging and drooling over me I'm not going to punish you." She said through an amused chuckle. I voiced my thanks in the form of a whimper and kissed her feet. "My, my you sure have bought yourself a pussy-whipped little puppy haven't you?"

"I think he's sweet, if not a little bit overzealous some times." My mistress scoffed at the mess all over her lower parts and I looked around for a towel to clean it with as she spoke to her friend. "Gods above I'm a mess, I can't walk to the bath with this stuff all over me."

"Make him lick it off you." Casey said in a suggestion. At that moment it would have been nice if she would have kept her mouth shut. "He's your servant, remember that."

"I suppose. Sirian, lick me clean." She said with some reluctance while pointing to her crotch.

Knowing I had crossed my bounds in the first place I crawled over to her and put my hands on her hips. I used my broad tongue to lap up the juices I had left all over her panties and thighs. The taste of my own cum wasn't pleasant but the light moan that escaped her throat was worth it when I attempted to clean her panties. She pushed my head away after a moment and smiled. "Good boy."

I stood back up and bowed my head, waiting for orders more than anything. As Casey sat down at her desk and Tana did the same I stood quietly. They were discussing studies and arcane theories for some sort of class and though I was more intelligent than most of my brethren I still didn't understand a word of what they were staying. I must have spaced out because my mistress was waving her hand at me. "Sirian pay attention, I said give Casey a massage."

I nodded lightly and walked up behind Casey who was sitting on her bed now. As she patted the mattress behind her I could only gulp audibly and sit down trying to keep my distance. My fingers touched her bare skin, she had the same underwear as Tana did and at some point her robe and underclothes had come off. As I worked on her shoulders and neck she groaned and purred at the attention.

"Gods and demons I'm in love." Casey said softly as she leaned forward and let me move down her back. "Sell him to me won't you?"

"No, I need him. Besides you can use him whenever you need as long as you don't take him off campus. Just make sure I know where he is in case I need something." I wasn't sure that I liked that my Mistress was offering my services to someone else but then again I was property more than a person.

Casey stopped me long enough to take her bra off and cast it aside on the bed. Her endowments were a little bigger than Tana's but I didn't care about that, I preferred her slightly smaller tits. With the offending garment now on the bed I had full access to her back, which was what I initially thought she wanted. "Sirian, darling will you do me a favor and rub my breasts? They're so sore after being in that dreadful thing all day."

I looked up at my mistress seeking permission but she merely nodded and pretended to continue on with her studies, I knew she was still watching us. Never one to disobey I was more than happy to knead them and work them with gentle care. She leaned against my chest and put her arms around my neck, I did not miss the strange look on my mistress's face as I danced one of my hands across the girl's chiseled abs and headed southward. Casey was moving and undulating against me, her light colored hair smelled of flowers with a slight hint of cinnamon. Her face was close to mine and I could see that she was enjoying herself. My fingers caressed the outside of her panties while I used the other to massage her breasts and at her command pinch her nipples. I could feel myself stirring again though I also felt just a little sore from being used twice already this day.

Casey smiled a little at the feeling of a hard intruder poking at her ass and wrapped her arms around my neck. I let her pull my head forward and I kissed her neck and shoulders in small gentle pecks even as I pushed my hands into the band of her panties. When the tips of my fingers touched her moist lips she cooed and spread her legs open a little more. Feeling that she was not one to take to teasing I slid a single digit inside of her slowly and used my wrist to pump it back and forth for a few strokes. I knew what to do; I was no stranger to this dance so I nipped at her neck with my teeth just a little and slid a second finger inside of her and curled them upward, now using my entire arm to push those two fingers against the hard spot deep inside of her that I knew would drive her wild. When she gasped and dug her fingernails into my shoulders I grinned inwardly but kept a facial expression that said nothing. Her body was shuddering and shaking and her feet were stretched out with her toes curled up. She continued her ragged breathing as I quickened my pace and felt her growing wetter. Her hips bucked against my every movement and she had her mouth wide open and her eyes the same. She was drooling from the side of her mouth and I could hear not only her breathing but a straining sound that could be moaning but I could not be sure until she completed it.

Her muscles were twitching inside and she finally let out a cry of pleasure and was even now breathing heavily. The rise and fall of her chest was quick but she held her breath when I moved my other hand southward and toyed with her clitoris as well. Her body tightened and she closed her legs on my hand and screamed almost quietly, falling over on her side and grabbing my arms so I couldn't move. I knew not to move though so I was still as she enjoyed her moment of sexual bliss. My face was impassive as my mistress regarded her twitching roommate who was gripping my arms so tight with her tiny hands that she was cutting off the circulation. When she finally let go I moved my hands away from her womanly parts and cleaned them off with my mouth, she tasted almost like honey it was not unpleasant. As an afterthought as she lay there draped across my lap I ran my hand across her hair and put the other on her hip.

She fell asleep like that and I being the soft wolf I was did not have the heart to wake her so I sat there caressing her hair gently. My mistress was still watching the two of us before she spoke. "I'm sorry that she didn't return the favor Sirian."

I continued watching Casey sleep without looking up; I didn't want to insult my mistress. "Sirian where did you learn all of this? From your last mistress?"

Though I wanted to reply I couldn't so I just sat there stroking the sated girl with care. It felt good to be appreciated again; my last mistress had used me and abused me up until her last days. These two young girls were definitely a lot more attractive as well so that was just an added bonus.

"Casey has always been promiscuous, she loves all things sexual. I'm not surprised she wanted to try you out but I've never seen her so worked up before, you must have done something really good." My mistress stood and walked over to me, putting a hand on the side of my muzzle. "You've been used for this before haven't you? I'm sorry, I hadn't intended for you to be that sort of slave."

She said she was sorry, to me of all people. I was her property she owed me neither fealty nor favor, I was her trinket to be used as she saw fit, the fact that she said she was sorry to me gave me pause. I looked up at her again, instinctively and caught her eyes. Before I knew what I was doing I felt a tears welling up in the corners of my eyes and I felt them sliding down my cheeks. She must have mistaken it for sadness because she took my head in her hands and held my face close to her body for a moment before pulling it back again and looking into my wavering gaze sternly. "You don't ever have to do that again Sirian."

Fighting against every instinct I had I put my hands on hers and shook my head slightly. I didn't know what was coming over me but I felt something inside my chest, it was almost like pain but it was hollow. I'd never felt it before this moment as if some sleeping beast had been hidden away behind my ribs. I kissed her wrists and held hands with her for a long time trying to fight my base urges to look away from her beautiful green eyes and go back to staring at the floor.

After a minute or two she smiled and let my face go then returned to her studies. From my perch I could see the book clearly because my eyesight seemed to be better than that of humans, along with my olfactory system. I followed along behind her fingers reading the same thing she was though for the most part I didn't know what it said. For a long time she read and then she moved her finger away from the pages, I looked up and found her eyes on mine instantly. I looked away and turned my gaze toward the ground again.

"Sirian can you...?" The question paused on her lips and then she smiled and shook her head. I watched her stand and walk over to me, taking my face into her hands again. "Of course you can't read."

"So what is it Sirian?" She inquired softly, stroking my muzzle lovingly with her gentle hands.

Though I knew it was a bad idea and I felt like I would be betraying my people and everything I knew I spoke. My voice was foreign to me and strained from going unused for most of my life and I struggled to find the right words and put them in order. "I... no one... has ever apologized to me before."

"You can speak?" She cried in a startled tone, jumping away from me as if I were afflicted with the wandering plague. "Lythari males can't speak!"

"Please, too loud. You may wake her." I stuttered a little bit as I fumbled with my words. "No one can know."

"I thought lythari males were beyond speech or higher thought. The females of your species can barely grasp our language." She said quietly as she pulled her chair closer, now looking at me as if I was some sort of curiosity or morbidly interesting freak. "This is incredible."

"My father was a human, my mother his slave." I explained quietly trying not to wake up Casey who was breathing rhythmically on my legs. "I am something different; such a coupling has never worked before."

"Never in the history of our two peoples." She agreed with me quickly. As her hand touched my chest I looked down at it then up at her. "Amazing, now I know why you're relatively small compared to your brethren. That's why I bought you, because I figured you'd be easy to handle."

"Wait a moment." She said through squinted eyes. I watched the wheels turning behind that gaze and looked away sheepishly; I knew what she was thinking. "You've been able to understand us this whole time?"

"Yes mistress." I replied in an embarrassed voice, I couldn't bear to look back up at her though. "I did not mean to deceive you but I wanted to get closer to you. I understand if you wish to punish me."

"No I'm not going to punish you for your sexual urges; the gods know I've had my fair share. Besides you did very well pleasing both of us, I've never seen Casey fall asleep like a man after sex like that." Tana indicated the sleeping girl I was holding with a wave of her hand. To our amusement Casey giggled and mumbled something unintelligible about the male genitalia in her sleep.