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My mistress trusted me enough to not lock me away or chain me up on our first night so I had to respect her for that as I sat in her chair and stared out of the window wondering what it was like to be free like them. I had decided to occupy myself by reading with the help of a curious little candle that my mistress said never melts down. It was strange to see a large pile of wax drippings rolling down the candle anyway but as she had said it never got shorter. The book she had given me was one of her old ones from her first semester in the school. It dealt with the advanced principals of language. She had also given me permission to use any of the other books she had in the room but strictly forbade me from leaving the room without either her or Casey. Of course I knew why, slaves left unattended sometimes disappeared or got abused by other humans. She also told me that it was against the school rules for a slave to wander around the grounds unattended because a previous lythari had hurt a student. For a moment I let myself wander away from the books and the window and walked over to Tana's bed. She lay there in her clean undergarments with a white sheet draped over her body. At some point in the night she had managed to pull her socks off and discard them in the covers and she had managed to shake the sheet free.

Smiling was a rare thing for me so when I grinned and retrieved the offending socks and pulled the sheet back over her body I touched the side of my lip and wondered why I was smiling. The answer was easy enough, she seemed to be a nice enough girl and so did Casey. I couldn't help but feel like there was something else brewing in the back of my mind that had fueled the smile. She had been very kind to me thus far and we had both promised each other that we wouldn't tell a soul I could speak. Tana, my mistress, would definitely lose custody of me and I'd be studied and dissected like a rat because of my unique traits. I sighed softly and tucked the covers underneath her body and ran a hand across the hair on her head, smoothing a bit out of her eyes. My lips touched her forehead and I stood up, turning back toward the desk until I spied Casey looking directly at me.

Instinctively I turned my gaze to the ground and bowed to her to apologize for looking her directly in the eyes until she spoke to me. "Sirian I don't mind if you meet my gaze, I know its taboo to a lot of people but we're a little more down to earth at the school. Most of us anyway."

"You're different somehow, most slaves would have to be shackled or bound in some way on their first night but you seem to have a gentle soul." I watched as she pulled the covers around her tighter and shivered a little. "I've never seen a lythari that's so kind. I guess we have ourselves to blame for that, your kind has been indentured to us for generations."

I was trying not to show any recognition even though I felt a sort of bond with Casey as well; it was bad enough one person knew my secret let alone two. Playing the part of the simple servant I walked over to her bed and did the same with her, fixing her sheets and smoothing them out as she watched with amusement. Once I was done I blew out the candle and laid down curled up beside my mistress's bed. I could still feel Casey's eyes on me though.

I would definitely have to be careful while reading; if she caught me I could be in serious trouble. I had intended to read more but now that I knew she was awake I couldn't risk it. As far as she knew I was just using the desk to look outside and I wanted to keep it that way.

My rest was fitful to say the least; my head was filled with images of what would have happened if I had been bought by another master. By the time morning came I realized that what sleep I had gotten wasn't enough. Something else was eating away at my mind, I didn't dream often but I remembered something about fire, with a sigh I looked up as my mistress poked her head over the edge of the bed and smiled down at me.

"Good morning Sirian." She said in a soft voice as she looked over at a sleeping Casey. "She always sleeps in and then rushes to get ready because she'll be late. Classes don't start for another hour, are you hungry?"

I merely nodded dumbly; my stomach was empty because I hadn't been fed before the auction. I was never one to question my masters but my next inquiry would have been about food if she had not mentioned it. As an afterthought I looked down at myself and then back up to her, hoping she would get the drift.

"Yeah don't worry; we're going to go get you a uniform to wear. All the slaves of the students must wear them along with our house emblem. Help me get dressed and we'll get you taken care of."

I smiled up at Tana, not willing to speak just in case Casey was actually awake. I did that some times, just lay there with my eyes closed and listen to everything around me as if I was sleeping. I assisted my mistress with putting on a fresh pair of breeches and a tunic then donning her robe and belt. She left the staff hanging on the wall so I knew we weren't leaving the grounds. When she was ready we crept out of the door right by Casey's bed and closed it behind us. The halls were relatively empty but as we passed the lavatory I touched my master's arm and indicated as best I could that I needed to relieve myself.

She nodded and led me down the hall away from the open-air bath and down a side corridor. Here was the servant's area, I could tell because it wasn't as nice as the girls dormitory. As we walked down the hallway with the old tiles beneath my feet she stopped long enough to let me do my business then escorted me further down the hall, almost to the end. The fitting process was quick; a female of my kind took my measurements and then disappeared into a back room. The lythari female was cute, her body was petite and she had white fur. Her uniform covered her body with a rather tight blouse and a pair of pants that stretched only past her knees. When she returned with a bundle of clothes and a pair of sandals I met her ice blue eyes and smiled a little, a gesture she returned much to my mistress's annoyance. I bowed apologetically and donned the clothing. While the uniform was actually quite comfortable I felt strange wearing pants and open shirt. My mistress pinned her house emblem on my collar and led me away.

"Here is the cafeteria for the servants of the students. You are allowed to eat here three times daily and remember, you're only to come out of my room when class is in session or the halls are cleared after class. This is the only place you are allowed to come to and walk around freely without an escort. I'm sure you can remember that." With that she walked away from me quickly without further conversation.

I had offended her in some way, most of me wanted to pursue her and make amends but the smell of food wafting from the small room to my left made my mouth water too much. When I stepped in I was surprised to find that it was a little better than I had thought it would be. The servants behind the counter were all female lythari, some of them attractive, others not so much. Most of the ones at the counter doing the actual serving were the cute girls and the ones cooking in the background were the older lythari that had obviously worked there for years. As I approached one of the females handed me a tray with a bowl of stew and a cup of water. I thanked her in our own language which was not much more than a series of guttural noises and smells that humans mistook for a more savage form of communication. "I thank you."

"New here?" She replied as she tilted her head to the side and regarded me curiously. "Never saw you."

"Yes." I replied and touched her arm to thank her for the warm greeting. With a light giggle she returned to her work and turned away from me. I tried very hard not to admire her ass as she bent over and stirred a large pot of the same substance I had been given. Once I had taken a seat I tried not to devour the first meal I had been able to eat in a full day. The stew was hearty and filling and for that I was grateful. When I was finished with it, I'm sorry to say it didn't take long, I returned the tray with the dishes to the front on the indicated table and shot a wink at the cute little lythari behind the counter.

I turned to leave and a strange hum erupted from the hallway beyond the servant's area. Before I could leave to investigate I felt a hand grasp my shoulder and pull me back into the cafeteria. "Children in hallway."

"Thank you again." I replied to the apparently nimble young thing standing behind me. The time between classes proved to be short. I stood in the doorway until I heard another hum and then looked back at my female counterpart for confirmation that it was safe. When she nodded I bowed to her and left the room to head for Tana's quarters. Now that I had satisfied my stomach I wanted to make amends with her, I don't know why my flirting had upset her but it had and I definitely did not want that.

When I returned to the room I found her gone and Casey scrambling to gather her clothes and belongings together. It took me a moment to figure out what she needed but I assisted as best I could. She left me with a kiss on the cheek and a playful slap on the muzzle. I was now alone in the room so it made sense for me to continue my reading just to keep my mind busy. Time slipped by and though I was a slow reader I found myself finishing the book she gave me before even the second period was up. I replaced it and took another but something gave me pause. Behind that row of books was another that was at eye level. I spied a book entitled ‘Basic Arcane Theories' and pulled it from the shelf instead of the mathematics book. Returning to the desk I opened the cover and began to read. Some of the terms were unfamiliar to me but the glossary in the back did a good job of assisting with the translations. It was very interesting to say the least.

As I read and studied up on it the hours passed by, the first chapter explained the fundamentals of magic and the basics of spell casting. One major thing about spells apparently were the components, some spells had verbal or material components and some had somatic components. More complex spells could have combinations of the three and the complexity of each could be from the simplest of gestures to the most intricate of patterns. In essence I understood what the first chapter was hinting at but some of it still was beyond me. One of the more basic principals was wizard fire, a flame that could be produced with just a thought and a gesture or in more talented pupils a mere thought. Apparently anyone with any sort of arcane gift could produce wizard fire. To amuse myself I attempted the lesson by mimicking the gestures in the book and thinking of a small flame.

I wasn't surprised when nothing happened, with a shake of my head I chuckled at my own stupidity and returned to looking out of the window at the campus. Below me the grass was still green and the trees still had their leaves though they were painted in the colors of the season. I had always liked the fall; it reminded me of my mother. She had always told me that when I wanted to remember her look at the trees in the fall and I would see her face looking back at me. Another thing she had been right about. A sigh escaped my lips and I dropped my chin down into my palm.

The door opened and I turned around to find my mistress standing there in the doorway looking at me, there was still a bit of anger in her eyes and I had resolved myself to apologizing to her. As I stood and walked over I put my hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry if I offended you in any way my lady."

When her gaze softened I was glad, she shook her head and smiled at me. "I don't know what I was so upset about anyway, you're a lythari and a lot of the lythari girls that work here are cute. You can't help yourself."

"But I can, I can if you wish it." With a low bow I kissed her hand and left my lips close to her skin. "I am yours to command as you see fit."

"I can't command someone not to flirt with a pretty girl." She insisted while trying to hide a growing blush. "It's just how nature works."

"Is it?" Against everything I knew I leaned in toward her and kissed her lips full with my own. For a moment she was surprised but she kissed me back with little fuss. When her arms wrapped around my shoulders I curled mine about her waist to return the gesture. "I hope I didn't overstep my bounds, that's just how nature works."

"You're too smart for your own good." She replied as she looked away and initiated a full facial blush. It was apparent that she'd never been kissed before either. Her smile was beautiful to me, she had a fresh innocence but at the same time she seemed to be a strong girl.

"That was my first kiss."

"I figured, I am honored that I was the first man to touch your lips." I ran my finger across her lips lightly and smiled when she closed her eyes and leaned into the gesture. Something was brewing between us that I had never felt before, not from a human or one of my kind. I could dare call it love but I would be overstepping my bounds between master and slave. Daring myself to go forward with it I put my fingers under her chin and my thumb in front of it and lifted her head up, leaning in and stealing another kiss from her. This time I parted her lips gently and slid my tongue in between them. Again she returned the gesture so I held her close in my arms and just stood there kissing her for a long time, as I pulled back I opened my eyes and she did the same. At that moment I knew she felt it too, I could see it in her eyes. "It's strange."

"What?" She said as a questioning look came across her features.

"I've only known you for a day and yet I feel like," I paused for a moment, wondering if a slave was right in saying such things to his master. Normally slaves didn't speak at all save the women and that was just barely considered to be understandable because of our language barrier. "I'm sorry; I overstep myself I didn't mean to."

"No, finish what you were saying." Her voice was soft and welcoming not to mention the fact that she put her hands on my chest. "Please."

"I feel like I love you." I blurted suddenly after a few minutes of deliberation. My eyes instantly hit the ground and a tried not to look terribly upset even though I was. "Forgive me mistress, I feel as if I've wronged you in some way, it isn't right for a slave to filch kisses or force his master into sexual favors. I've taken liberties with you and I should be punished."

"No, no don't think that." She put a hand on my muzzle and smiled up at me, I noticed then that she was almost a full head shorter than me. Her fingers were soft and smooth against my face. "If you were any other slave I would be cross with you but I think I feel the same."

"You know that there's no way for us to legally be together, my people are not allowed the freedoms yours are." I said dejectedly, as much as I wanted to recognize her as my mate I could only call her master. "But in secret, for the two of us, I would like it if you would be my mate."

"Your mate?" She said quizzically, unsure of the term.

"In your language it would be the same as a girlfriend or wife I think." I explained as best I could. "Of course we would have to keep it secret from all others; I can only be your slave in the eyes of everyone else."

"I would love to be your secret girlfriend." Her fingers curled into mine and I smiled broadly.

"Shall we seal it with a kiss?" I asked slyly and put my hand against her cheek. Her blush was cute and as our lips touched again I felt the connection there, it was something intangible but it was there. For a long time we held that kiss and I pulled her body against mine. As we parted she giggled a little and smiled at me.

"I like that."

"Good, we can do it as much as you want."

"Ahem, so what did you read today?" She had changed the subject on me suddenly.

I knew she was a virgin in many ways but apparently any further talk of all things sexual had been cut off. I sat down at the desk and she sat on her bed, I could wait as long as she needed me to. I showed her the language book and then turned back to the desk, looking at the book on magic studies. "I read the first few chapters of this book, I didn't understand all of it but I understand a bit."

"Really?" She quipped with interest, leaning forward and looking at the book. "So what did you understand out of all of it?"

"I actually tried to summon wizard fire a few times until I realized that my race probably doesn't have the gift for all things arcane." I laughed a little, amused from my own silly attempt at magic and walked myself through the gestures, as I flourished my hand around and put my palm up I called to my body and asked it for heat. What startled us was when a small burst of sparks erupted from my palm and singed the book below it. After putting it out I looked over at her and found that her eyes were as wide as mine were. "Did I just...?"

"I think so." She replied, sounding just as astounded as I was. "Do it again, this time when you lift your palm up cup your fingers a little more."

As I followed her instructions she guided my arm physically, I went through the motions again and at the end I cupped my hand a bit and called on my body to produce intense heat. A ball of fire the size of my thumbnail appeared above my palm and I found myself shaking as I looked up at her. "I did it!"

"Not so loud, we could both be killed if someone found out you're able to summon fire." She put her hand over mine and whispered a few words. To my surprise I felt a jolt go through my system and when she pulled her hand away the flame in my hand had solidified into what looked like ice. "What did you do?"

"I don't know, I attempted to put the fire out but I felt resistance." She said softly, looking over at me then back to the lump of solid fire in my hand.

"It's not cold so it isn't ice." I replied, handing it to her. She was astounded, so much so that she handed it back to me quickly. "Get rid of it."

"I don't want to." I said softly, holding it in my palm. "It's just a little stone in the shape of fire, who would know?"

"I guess." She said softly and sat down again, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I feel sick; I can't believe I just taught you how to summon wizard fire, what would happen if someone found out?"

"No one will because we're not going to tell anyone. Just like we aren't going to tell anyone that you're my mate." I said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. As an afterthought I walked over to her closet and pulled a drawstring from one of her robes. She watched with curiosity as I took a small metal rod from a stack of reagents in her closet and walked over to the chair again. With a small thought I summoned another bit of wizard fire and held the small metal piece over it until it was sufficiently malleable. Using my skilled hands I bent and twisted the rod into a sort of cradle for the little crystalline flame and used the drawstring on the top of it to fashion an amulet. When it was done I tied the drawstring tight and walked over to her. She was confused until I put the necklace around her neck and touched it as it fell between her cleavage which was visible above the neck of the robe. "When a lythari male takes on a mate it is customary for him to give her something that shows his love, and this is the only thing I can think of. Call it a lythari love charm."

"Sirian." She said softly as she put her fingers around the amulet and held it tight for a moment. "Thank you, it's beautiful."

"I am a slave; I am not allowed to own anything but you as my master may own something on my behalf so it counts." I smiled at her and put my hand on hers. Honestly I knew it was to get close to her breasts more than anything but I was a male, what was to be expected. I didn't want to detract from the meaning of the situation though. "I love you Tanalasta."

"I love you too Sirian." Her eyes welled up a little and I knew she was going to cry so I merely held her close to me and ran my hand across her dark hair. "I've never felt this way before, it's a little strange."

"Strange for you? You're not the slave here." I replied with a slight nudge to her side with my elbow. "I've never taken liberties with my mistress of master before you, nor have I ever let anyone know that I can speak, read, and understand your language."

"Well I'm glad to be your first." She jested with a grin. Suddenly remembering something her smile disappeared and she looked down at the ground. "Sirian have you been used for pleasure before?"

"Yes, my former mistress used me for sexual gratification and as her personal masseuse. My previous riksha before that would," I paused for a second and took a long breath. "Abuse me frequently; he would take his pleasure whenever he wanted. But before you say anything it's different with you and with Casey. Aside from the fact that you're beautiful you aren't abusing me or my trust."

"Thank you, I wasn't sure about that." My mistress told me and finally looked up. "I'm sorry I hit you and kicked you when you licked me, I just got scared."

"It's alright, no guilt there. I took a step that you didn't ask for." I replied and put a hand on her shoulder. "You've been more than kind to me."

"Your forgiveness means the world to me." She said as sobs began to shake her shoulders a little.

As I put my arm across her shoulders I heard the door opening, once again I put on the simple routine because I could smell Casey's perfume from the open door. I sat there holding a crying Tana as our roommate sat down on her bed.

"Tana, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I just felt so bad. I kicked Sirian yesterday after he did something startling." She replied as she shook her head and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"He's your slave; you don't have to be sorry." Casey shrugged nonchalantly.

I could understand her viewpoint because I knew how the world viewed my kind. We were dogs to them, slaves, servants, and property to be had. That's how the world worked for all of us but something in the back of my mind had told me that it was wrong for them to take advantage of us that way. Didn't look up at Casey nor did I comment because she could never know the truth of my secrets, not like Tana could.

"I don't care that he's my slave I shouldn't have treated him that way, I'm no better than a spoiled noble brat at that rate." Tana replied dejectedly.

"You are a spoiled noble brat remember?" I watched Casey laugh and wanted to say something in return but wisely kept my mouth shut. "Your family is loaded."

"Yes but I paid my way through the academy without their money." Tana replied defiantly and regarded Casey with a stern eye. "Every penny I paid into this was my own money earned the old fashioned way."

"I know, I was just joking Tana, calm down. You're really tense today, why don't you have mister magic hands here relieve some of it?" Casey suggested as she eyed me and then winked at Tana.

"No, I don't need any release thank you I just had a trying day is all." I watched as she sat back against the wall and sighed softly.

Without any prompting I lifted her up from her position and sat behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders. Once again starting with the massage I worked her shoulders, neck, and back and from the satisfied burble I got from her was reason enough to continue. She was definitely tense even in regards to the feel of her body regardless of the work I had done on her yesterday. I toiled on despite the feeling that my fingers were going to fall off, I worked at it for at least half an hour and she ended up laying down on the bed. Somehow I had convinced her to take off almost all of her clothing as well down to her bra. Her panties had been a different story, as if she expected me to steal her virginity from her at any point. Though I wanted to it wouldn't be without her permission. From head to toe I attempted to relieve the tension in her body.

Once I had her on her back I noticed Casey staring at her chest with interest. Though she was staring at Tana's breasts I knew what her true target was even before she said it. "Where'd you get that amulet?"

"Sirian made it for me." She said simply, shrugging her shoulders. When she opened her eyes and glanced over at Casey I smiled sheepishly and continued working without prompting.

"It's beautiful; can you make me one Sirian?" Casey stood up and walked over toward us, taking the ice blue flame from between Tana's naked breasts.

I looked to my mistress to save my hide on this one, she could speak and I couldn't. When she stared back I motioned to Casey by moving my eyes only. She got the hint and shook her head. "I think it's special, intended for me."

"How'd he make it?" Casey said with curiosity as she admired the material. "It looks exquisite."

Thinking quickly I got Tana's attention by waggling my tongue then I mouthed the word ‘mother' and eyed the amulet. I hoped she got the gist of what I was saying as I sat there massaging her legs and trying to look disinterested.

"I think it was originally for his mother, it was stuffed away with his papers I just never got around to looking through everything." Tana lied perfectly, I hated to put that kind of pressure on her but it was a good cover story.

"I see, well if you change your mind Sirian I'd love to have one." Casey leaned down and I caught a glimpse of her cleavage with just a dart of my eyes. "I would be ever so grateful."

"Alright no teasing him, I don't want to have to clean up a mess afterward." Tana switched her gaze from me to Casey and back and I got the feeling that if I had accepted that offer I would have hell to pay.

She was my mate, if she wanted it to be an exclusive relationship rather than an open one I could abide by that, my people supported either direction though they normally chose the latter. Humans seemed to have mainly open relationships with a few exceptions to the rule. Once Casey returned to her side and sat at her desk I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled down at Tana, offering her a wink.

With Casey in the room studying I couldn't do much more than sit there and be helpful to the both of them, that is until I felt a familiar tingling sensation in my stomach. Standing up I eyed Casey for a second then looked back to Tana and rubbed my belly. When she nodded I left the room and headed straight for the servant's area. I was greeted by a familiar, and rather welcome face as I walked up to the counter to get a meal. What she gave me was a bowl of some sort of chicken soup with a pair of hot rolls straight out of the oven behind her. When she winked at me I smiled in return. "Thank you."

"You are welcome handsome." Was her reply, and although I would have been very interested in her in an unmated status I was now taken.

"Closed for mating." I replied with an apologetic smile.

When she returned the smile I was relieved, some lythari females didn't take rejection very well but we were generally a very upfront people. As I sat down and ate the thick soup with vegetables and chicken I pondered the implications of being able to use magic. No lythari that I had ever heard of was able to use magic, so as far as I was aware I was the first of my kind for that as well. If I could learn how to harness and use magic it would be a feat beyond everything my kind could have ever realized. In the end after finishing my soup, which was mighty tasty if not a little peppery I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't know what to do with that kind of power even if I wanted to use it. I couldn't cast my way to freedom or even fight my way to freedom for that matter. I'd heard stories of lythari who had attempted to defy their masters and the punishment received was never pleasant. No lythari had ever succeeded in escaping their human masters.

Once I was done I returned my tray and dishes and left the cafeteria with a wink at the cute young lythari behind the counter. I exited the hall so deep in thought that I ran straight into someone else and fell down on the ground. Across from me stood the single largest human I had ever seen. His build was more akin to one of my kind than his, I made sure not to meet his eyes and I recovered myself quickly and bowed to him as best I could.

"You touched me you mutt, how dare you?" The large man hissed as he grabbed me by the shirt and hauled me up to my feet forcefully. I made sure not to meet his gaze and I shied away from his anger. "I should beat you within an inch of your life."

I was startled when he grabbed the emblem on my shirt then dropped it in the same motion, he left me standing there in wonder as he explained to his friends that lythari weren't worth the effort. I quickly returned to our room and closed the door behind me. Casey had left the room and Tana was sitting at her desk studying. "I almost got flattened by a human as big as a lythari."

"That's Jacob; he's a brat if ever there was one. His father was the captain of the guard for a long time; even though he doesn't look it he's pretty good with magic." Tana looked at me with a curious gaze; I wondered what it was about. "What was your mother like?"

"She was a beautiful lythari with gray fur. She had the most intriguing green eyes, I remember asking her about them and she told me that she had been born with her grandmother's eyes. Honestly, she looked like you in terms of stature and figure." I sat back in the chair near her desk and smiled a little. "She was so loving, and she had very long hair. She always used to tell me that when I looked out at the colors of the fall leaves I'd see her face."

"Do you?" Tana asked with a smile creeping across her features.

"Every time." I answered simply. "When I was younger I had always dreamed of becoming a brave lythari warrior and freeing her from her captives but as I grew older I realized that my people have no hope at freedom, humans are far too used to having us around to do their bidding."

"If I could give you your freedom I would." I had never heard such a sentiment from a human and that simple statement touched me to my core simply because I knew she was being truthful.

"I know you would." I said softly and took her hands in mine, kissing her fingers one by one. "Love can happen in the strangest of places it seems."

"I've never known of a human and lythari pairing before ours." Tana replied, when she realized what her statement could have meant she blushed. "I meant in this manner, love."

"I know what you meant, even if my lions wanted to skew the meaning." When she blushed again I grinned ear-to-ear. "You're so cute when you blush like that."