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Luke and Azee’s First Time

All things considered, Luke Windhill liked his life. He lived in a big house, and he had plenty of good food to eat. His father wanted little to do with him, so he was free to roam the ranch more or less as he liked. The Windhill ranch was old and vast, almost four thousand acres, covering rivers, forests, and swamps, more than enough land to explore. Better still, his best friend was a slave on the very same plantation on which he lived, meaning he could spend most of his days swimming, playing, and exploring with her.

Of course, there were little annoyances…

It took a great deal of effort for Luke to suppress a yawn as he watched his teacher jot down a jumble of numbers upon the blackboard.

“And so, what we need to do next is find the largest integer whose square is less than or equal to the leftmost number.”

He tapped his pencil against the paper in front of him, pretending to write, but in all honesty, Luke had lost track of the lesson long ago. Something about square roots…

“Once that’s done, the next step is to subtract the square of the integer, like this.”

As his teacher’s voice drifted into the background, Luke turned to look out the window beside him. A gentle breeze just barely rustled the curtain of willows. The bright green lawn of the Windhill Estate was lush and soft, the pond shimmering in the sun’s gaze.

‘Wonder what Azee is up to…’

“Now, with all that calculated, we can return to this section of the equation.”

‘Gotta remember my fishing rod,’ Luke thought to himself, resting his chin on his palm. ‘I’ll catch some catfish, and Azee can hunt for rabbits.’

Just a little longer and he’d be free.

Luke flinched as a piece of chalk struck his forehead and clattered to the floor.

“Master Windhill, would you care to rejoin me here, on this plane?”

Luke scowled at his teacher. Elaine Harborough was, like most of Luke's teachers over the years, frustrated by his lack of interest. Elaine had stuck it out longer than most, though Luke suspected that had more to do with her fondness for his brother than any desire to help Luke.

With an exasperated sigh, Elaine crossed her arms. “Did you hear even a word of what I’ve been talking about the last ten minutes?”

“Yes, Miss Harborough.”

“Really? Then perhaps you can explain to me how to deduce the square root of a multi-digit sum?”

“I uh…” Luke cleared his throat. “I might have missed… the last few sentences…”

“Come on Master Luke… I’m trying to help you.” Elain pleaded, gesturing at the board. “This is core arithmetic, you need to know this!”

“But why? Why would I need to know about how to… this?” He waved his hand at the board. “It’s all meaningless.’

“Yes, if you intend to spend your entire life running around in the woods like a pelt savage. But here in the civilised world, square roots are useful!”

“Oh yeah? For what exactly?” Luke asked, crossing his arms, mirroring Elaine’s stance and expression.

“Well… for speed and distance calculations.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And probabilities.”

Luke rested his chin on his hand. “So gambling. Wow… super critical… however will I survive.”

“And they are important when dealing with finances, you know, the sort of thing your father does, the business your family runs?”

Luke paused. “Wait… really?”

“Mhmmm.”

With a heavy sigh, Luke leaned forward in his chair and took up his pencil. “Alright… Can you… explain it to me again please?”

“And you’ll pay attention this time?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Fine.” Elaine turned back to the board. “So, the first step is breaking things down into integers…”

***

Azee gulped nervously as Fray felt her head and listened to her chest. Chara stood beside her, holding her hand, her eyes wide and her face twitching randomly.

Fray, Chara, Azee, and a few other female slaves had gathered at the rear of one of the barns, nestled in between a pair of bushes so they were out of sight of the overseers. Azee sat upon an empty crate, being examined by Fray, one of the oldest and wisest slaves, while the others kept watch for any overseers or fores that might come wandering by.

“W-well?” Chara asked, doing her best to control the nervousness in her voice. “Is it… that?”

As Fray pulled her head back from her chest, Azee knew the answer. Her throat immediately turned dry as Fray nodded and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Considering your heartbeat is faster, your temperature is up, and your sensitivity to touch… You’re going into your first heat.”

Azee sighed heavily, her shoulders and large canine ears drooping.

“I’d say you’re probably two or three days in.”

“My first heat…” Azee looked down, her hands bunching up around her knees.

In truth, Azee had known for days that she was going into heat, something she’d feared for years now. She’d seen the symptoms before in the other women, and now she was experiencing them herself. Her dreams had been powerfully erotic, leaving her gasping and covered in sweat as she awoke to pulsing warmth in her nethers. The mere sight of one of the males made her feel frisky and frustrated at the same time.

Forcing herself to smile, Azee shrugged. “Well… guess it was bound to happen sometime.”

Fray smiled, patting Azee on the cheek. “Welcome to womanhood little one.”

“Welcome?” Chara managed, her voice little more than a squeak. “Azee can’t be going into heat!”

“I’m afraid she can, and is. Frankly, I’m surprised it took this long.” Fray sighed. “Chewing on those dew-leaf roots was bound to stop working eventually.”

“But what if they decide to put her on the breeding schedule? You have to do something!”

Fray raised an eyebrow. “What am I supposed to do exactly?”

Chara hesitated, shifting nervously from foot to foot. “W-well… wh-what can you do?”

“I’m sorry… but there isn’t much.”

“But there must be something!”

“It’s okay sis.” Azee said, reaching out to grab her frantic sister’s arm. “I’m gonna be fine.”

“If you can find some hitchweed, or some ginger and mint, those can help take the edge off. But you can’t change the fact, she is in heat.”

Azee sighed as she met her sister’s concerned gaze. For years her sister had warned her about going into heat, how uncomfortable it was, and how risky it could be. The Windhill Ranch was, after all, not just a farm, but a breeding ranch as well. Most of the women who were gathered around Azee had had children at some point, many of whom had been sold. The idea of having a pup, only for them to be taken away after a scant few years, made Azee’s chest tighten.

“Herbal remedies aside, there isn’t anything to be done.” Fray smiled sympathetically at Azee. “Unless you are ready to find a mate, I’m afraid you’re going to just have to ride it out.”

“A mate?” Azee asked, trying to hide a sudden rush of interest.

“Yes. Mating should make the heat pass more quickly, and take the edge off.”

“With a pelt… or…”

Fray shrugged. “Pelt or human, it will be much the same.”

“We have to keep this secret,” Chara said, her voice little more than frantic panting as she grabbed Azee’s shoulders. “W-we can’t let anyone know about this!”

“I’ll be fine,” Azee replied, wincing a little as Chara’s claw dug into her arms.

“You have to stay out of sight until it passes, just keep your head down! Stay away from any males!” Chara’s eyes narrowed. “Especially Windhill!”

“Wha- Chara, I’m supposed to meet him later-”

“No! You stay away from him!”

“Chara, come on, I’ll be fine!”

“Listen to me!” Chara snapped, shaking Azee’s shoulders. “I’ll protect you, but you have to be smart!”

“O-ow! Chara, you’re hurting me!” Azee felt a flash of real fear run through her as she looked into Chara’s frantic eyes.

“You have no idea the danger you are in!” Chara shook Azee harder. “Are you listening to me?”

Fray stepped forwards, putting a hand on Chara’s shoulder. “Hey, take a deep breath, I am sure everything will be alright.”

“Stay out of this!” Chara barked, spittle flying from her mouth as she bared her teeth. Instinctively Fray took a step back, her own fur bristling as Chara growled ferociously.

Chara’s gaze darted across the other assembled females, her lip curling back as she snarled. “All of you, stay away from her! If any of you breathe a word of this, I’ll tear your throat out!”

Azee reached out to touch her sister’s shoulder. “Chara, it’s okay-”

“Shut up!” Chara snapped, frightening Azee. “You haven’t been through this before, but I have! You have no idea how much danger you are in! Do you want to end up on the breeding schedule? Do you?!”

“Oh, will you relax, you toothy bitch.”

Chara spun around again as Tasch, a lanky vixen, stepped around the corner of the barn. Tasch’s arms were crossed and her muzzle twisted into a condescending sneer.

Azee started to get up from the crate, preparing to defend her sister. She paused, tilting her head slightly, as she noticed Tasch wink at her.

Tasch stepped forward, ignoring Chara’s snarling. “So the princess is in heat? Well so much for keeping a secret. Pretty sure half the ranch heard your yelling.”

“Shut up!” Chara barked.

As Chara and Tasch shot insults back and forth, with all other females’ attention fixed on the brewing fight, Azee slid off of the crate and began creeping towards the edge of the barn.

“What are you so worried for, she’s the Windhill brat’s favourite plaything.” Tasch scoffed. “He ain’t gonna let her on the schedule, no way.”

“Mind your business, fox!”

“I think I’d like to see you try and make me, flea bait.”

“What did you call me, gash face? Maybe you want another scar?”

“You wanna try me?” Tasch raised her arms, showing off her razor-sharp claws. “I’ll carve your skull into a spoon!”

“Not before I rip your fur off and wear it like a shawl!”

Both Tasch and Chara charged at each other. In an instant, the two were a yelping, growling, thrashing ball of fur and limbs. Almost immediately Fray stepped forwards and grabbed both of them by the scruffs of their necks, hauling them apart and lifting them into the air.

“That’s enough! Would you two children knock it off?” Fray demanded, shaking both women as they continued to try and bite and scratch one another.

“I’m going to gnaw on your bones you filthy vulpine tick!”

“I’m going to rip off your ears and make you eat them you mangey whore!”

“And I’m going to knock your heads together if you don’t stop it!” Fray bellowed, dragging both women to the ground and pinning them. “Now you’ll both stay here until you calm down!”

“She started it!” Chara howled, her hands scrabbling on the ground as she tried to reach Tasch.

“Because you wouldn’t shut up about your sister!” Tach replied, her jaws snapping closed just short of one of Chara’s fingers. “And you’re too stupid to realise she’s gone!”

“Wha-” Chara turned her head as much as she could, her eyes widening as she saw that Tasch was, indeed, telling the truth.

“Azee? AZEE!”

With a growling howl, Chara fought to pull free of Fray’s grip. Despite the tiger’s immense strength, Chara was able to wriggle free and immediately took off running. As she rounded the corner of the barn she narrowly missed slamming into a fore.

“Hey, watch it!” Vali called out, raising her club threateningly.

Chara didn’t pay Vali any mind and kept sprinting, calling out Azee’s name.

“What in the Tyrant’s name is happening here?” Vali demanded, her gaze sweeping over the scene in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as she noted Tasch, still pinned to the ground.

“Were they fighting again?” She asked, turning to Fray.

“Trying to,” Fray replied, glancing down at Tasch.

“I’d like to point out, at no point did we actually touch one another.” Tasch grinned sheepishly up at Vali.

With a heavy sigh, Vali shook her head. “You two… what if I had been Comb, or Snyder? You’d both be whipped.” She glanced around at the other slaves. “All of you.”

Fray, Tasch, and the other slaves muttered a chorus of subdued acknowledgments and thanks.

“Now, the gardens at the front of the house could use some tending to, so get over there and get to work,” Vali commanded, waving her club.

As Fray released her grip on Tasch, Vali turned to the two of them. “As for you two, the pig troughs need cleaning, so you can do that.”

“As you command.”

Vali shook her head again and marched off, shouting instructions to another pair of slaves working to pull a wagon loaded with straw.

“Come on,” Fray grumbled, pulling Tasch to her feet.

“Thanks I- ow!” Tasch winced as Fray clipped her around the ears. “What was that for?”

“Why do you provoke Chara like that?” Fray hissed, flicking the back of Tasch’s head. “You do know it could get you both culled, right?”

“Culled, pfft, as if they would kill off two workers over a little fur flying. Besides, I didn’t see you or anyone else jumping in to protect that sister of hers.”

Fray raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously asking me to believe you did this for Azee?”

“Hey, I may not like the little princess or her bitch of a sister, but I do owe her for getting me off the breeding schedule.” Tasch shrugged, folding her hands behind her head. “One step closer to not owing the little runt a damn thing.”

“And how would you like to be buried after Chara takes your skin off if Azee gets pregnant somehow?”

Tasch chuckled to herself. “You know… just to see the look on Chara’s ugly face, it might be worth it.”

***

With a loud clatter, the door to Luke’s bedroom flew open and Luke burst into the main hallway of the Windhill manor. Gone were his good clothes, replaced with a pair of torn overalls and a rough cotton shirt. A backpack was slung over his back, and in his hand, he carried his fishing rod.

Skidding to a stop in front of a large window, Luke looked down at the front drive of the manor house. Vanishing into the distance down the long drive was the family carriage.

A wide grin on his face, Luke let out a whoop and dashed off down the hall again. With his parents and sisters gone to some pointless wedding or another, he had three days to himself, three days of swimming, fishing, and spending time with Azee.

Arriving at his brother’s room, Luke didn’t even bother to knock as he pushed open the door.

“Hey Edouard, I’m going to-”

Luke froze at the sight before him. Elaine and Luke’s brother, Edouard, were in the midst of a passionate embrace.

Elaine’s dress was hiked up, revealing her pale thighs and her legs wrapped around Edouard’s waist. His brother’s trousers were around his ankles, his hands kneading Elaine’s generous breasts as he thrust into her. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was biting her lower lip hard to muffle her passionate moans, while Edouard had a wide smile on his face.

Neither one noticed Luke at first, who simply stood and stared.

With a panting gasp, Edouard drove himself deep and clutched Elaine close. After a moment, a grin spread across his face and he let out a pleased sigh.

“Much appreciate the lesson.” He joked, leaning down to kiss Elaine’s breast.

“Oh Edouard…” Elaine moaned, folding her arms behind her head and smiling. “You are-” as she noticed Luke staring at her, Elaine let out a loud shriek and made a frantic effort to cover herself.

“EEEEEEK!!!”

“Wha-” Edouard looked over and despite an initial flash of surprise and anger, after a moment he started to laugh.

“See something you like here brother?” He asked, stepping away from Elaine and hastily pulling up his trousers.

Luke wasn’t able to answer, instead, he stood frozen in the doorway.

Helping Elaine to her feet and pinching her rear end, Edouard whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you head downstairs and get one of the slaves to make some lemonade? I’ll join you shortly”

A flustered and blushing Elaine nodded and hurried past Luke.

With a yawn, Edouard leaned against his desk and crossed his arms. “She’s a good lay, not the best, but reliable.”

Luke blinked in surprise. “So you aren’t… in love with her?”

“Oh Lord no, just a little warm-up snack, you know.”

Luke could do nothing but stammer. “I… uh… snack?”

“Hopefully the first of many. With mother, father, and the two hens gone, I intend to enjoy a feast while the house is empty.” Edouard raised an eyebrow as Luke’s face turned redder. “What’s the matter Lulu?”

“I… Don’t call me that!”

“Well yer acting like you’ve never seen a man and woman before!” Edouard laughed, gesturing for Luke to join him.

Hesitantly Luke stepped forward, doing his best to ignore the musky smell in the air.

“What’re you acting so embarrassed about?” Edouard asked, taking a moment to pour both himself and Luke a drink from a nearby bottle. “Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of. Good clean fun you know, just without the clean part.”

Luke sat down in his brother’s chair, feeling extremely awkward. “I’ve just never… I mean I’ve heard you before… and mother and father…”

“Lord’s britches don’t remind me.” Edouard stuck out his tongue and pretended to gag. “You’d figure when great-great grandfather built this house he could have afforded walls that weren’t quite so thin.” He swallowed his drink in a single gulp and handed the second glass to Luke

“Y-yeah…” Luke took the glass.

“I mean, I’ve found those… ‘artful’ books that you keep hidden on your bookshelf.”

“Y-you did?!”

“Oh relax, I ain’t gonna tell no one.” Edouard titled his head. “How in the Lord’s name did you get your hands on them in the first place by the way?”

“One of the overseers left them behind last year.”

“Oof… I’ll bet it was Ballard. Poor bugger would have an easier time draining the river with a drinking straw than finding a willing lay.”

“A-actually… It was Julleann.”

Edouard paused, ‘Julleann? The redhead? Damn… if I’d known she was into that sorta thing I’d have gotten her to tend to my field.”

“R-right.” Luke nodded, pretending to take a sip of the whisky his brother had handed him.

“So Luke… yer telling me, you ain’t never been with a woman before?”

“O-of course I have! Tons!”

Edouard sighed and shook his head. “Lord’s teeth…”

“I was just… surprised, that’s all!”

“Luke… you are sixteen years old! Me and my rascal have been spreading joy since I was thirteen. Ever since father took me on that ridiculous ‘manhood tour’.”

“And bragging about it since then too,” Luke muttered, covering his voice by pretending to take another drink of whisky.

“For Lord’s sake Luke, you’re living on a ranch filled with hundreds of slaves you could have any time you want, not to mention the three pleasure houses in Lillyvale… how have you not had sex yet?”

“I…” Luke’s face turned red and he looked away from his brother. “I just… haven’t felt like it.”

“Well, that’s hound shit if I ever heard it. Do you… perhaps prefer men?”

Luke shook his head. “No!”

“Oh thank the Lord. Not that it’s a bad thing you know, I just don’t want to sit around talking about breasts and quim when you’re thinking about rods and ass.”

Luke paused to take another pretend sip of whisky, wishing he could vanish into the floor.

“So are you telling me you’ve never found a girl you’d like to… you know, ‘go to work’ with?”

“Well… there is one but… I don’t know if she’d like it.”

“Oh? So there is a lucky lady? Or lad, again, no judgment here Lulu.”

Edouard stepped forward and put a hand on Luke’s shoulder. “Right, so, here’s the deal, mother and father are gone for a few days. Why don’t I go into town, have some fun, and you can have this special lady here?”

“Wha- but-”

“If she’s in town, I could always see to it she is sent here.”

Luke shook his head. “N-no, that’s okay.”

“Ah, don’t want your brother interfering huh?” Edouard laughed, ruffling Luke’s hair. “Well then, send one of the overseers to get her.”

“Uh… y-yeah, I guess.”

“Right, so here’s what you gotta know.” Edouard cleared his throat. “First, foreplay, you know, kissing, tell her she’s pretty, touch her, they like that. Second, you’re gonna wanna go right for it, but spend some time on the boobs, you know, move 'em around, kiss ‘em, suck on ‘em, makes the girls crazy. Be a gentleman, make them feel good as well.”

As the thought of touching Azee in such a way ran through Luke’s mind, he felt a stirring in his trouser. Luke shifted as his brother spoke, trying to hide his growing arousal.

“Third, it’s not gonna be great your first time, so don’t worry about it.” Edouard paused for a moment to stroke his chin. “Hmmm, maybe you should practise on a slave first? They’re not human, so it won’t really count, and it could help.

“I… Well…”

“You could ask Fray, she’s experienced.” He chuckled. “She was my first so there is a bit of pleasing circularity there. Not to mention she is really soft, and warm, plus she’s got this motherly quality that can be really nice.” Edouard looked up at the ceiling, smiling from fond memories.

Luke fell silent, once again pretending to drink.

Edouard snapped his fingers. “I know, what about that little canine you’re always hanging around with? You could practise with her.”

“No!” Luke snapped, with more force than he intended. Edouard raised an eyebrow as Luke cleared his throat. “N-no, that’s okay, I… want my first time to be special. W-with the girl I like.”

“Oh it will be special, I’m pretty sure of that.” Edouard chuckled, tussling Luke’s hair again. “And, the most important thing is this: women are hunters, they like the chase. The less interested you act, the more desirable you are to them.”

Batting his brother’s hand away, Luke raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Guaranteed. If a woman likes you, the best thing you can do is act uninterested, it drives them crazy, but in a good way.”

“That… that doesn’t sound right.”

“Hey, which of us was inside a woman not ten minutes ago, and which of us is a virgin? Now stop pretending to drink and swallow that whisky.”

“No, thank you, I’m-”

“Come on Lulu, it’s one little drink.”

“Don’t call me Lulu!” Luke snapped.”I hate that name and you know it!”

“Drink up and I won’t call you Lulu again.”

With great hesitation, Luke looked down at the whisky. He hated the stuff, it always reminded him of his father, who often had the same foul smell on his breath.

Forcing aside his distaste, Luke raised the glass and swallowed it as fast as he could. The liquid burned awfully as it went down his throat and Luke had to fight not to cough.

Edouard laughed out loud again, clapping Luke on the back. “There you go, some liquid courage. I’ll pack up and head into town and you can set about getting this girl of yours over here.”

“Sure.” Luke smiled up at Edouard. “Thanks, brother.”

“No problem, Luke.” As he turned to leave, Edouard paused. “Oh… there is one last thing…”

There was a darkness to Edouard’s voice that surprised Luke. “Yeah?”

“I’m going to be pullin’ for you, I want you to have this experience… but don’t force it.”

“Force it?”

“Never try and force a woman to be with you.” His eyes narrowed. “We got graveyards full of folks what thought they could force themselves on a woman an’ ran afoul of folks like me who are pleased as punch to put ‘em there.”

Luke nodded quickly. “I understand.”

Immediately Edouard's grin returned. “Brilliant! So be a gentleman, get a nice meal going, light some candles, and tonight brother, you become a man.

***

Azee sighed, watching as Chara ran about the rear of the Windhill property, frantically searching for her.

“Azee?! Azee where are you?!”

“Chara…” Azee rested her chin on the ground, feeling rather guilty for her sister’s panic.

Azee’s hiding place was an impenetrable tangle of raspberry vines clustered about the trunk of an ancient willow just outside the kitchens. The raspberry vines wound around a wall of branches that Azee and Luke had dug into the ground, leaving a space that was large enough for Azee to stand up in against the truck of the willow. The only way inside was through a secret entrance hiding amongst the willow’s roots that none but Luke and Azee knew about, and the smells from the kitchens helped hide Azee’s scent, even from Chara’s sensitive nose.

‘It’s not like I don’t know why you’re worried…’ Azee thought, watching as Chara peered inside a storage barn, before moving on to check one of the tobacco drying sheds. ‘But I don’t want you interfering.’

And if Chara knew what she was planning, interfering would be the least of Azee’s worries.

Ever since that first kiss last year, Azee and Luke had been experimenting with one another. Kisses would turn into touching, stroking, and exploring, with both of them getting especially bold the last season. But, whether by nervousness, or circumstance, they always stopped short of going all the way.

That had been true until just five days ago, in the very hiding spot she was in now, when Azee and Luke had gone further than ever before.

It had started as it usually did, with one of them, Azee couldn’t remember which, turning to the other and asking for a kiss. One kiss became many, which had in turn led to hands drifting across one another’s bodies.

Azee couldn’t help but giggle and look down at her chest. While she’d always been bothered by how small her breasts were compared to her sister’s and others, Luke certainly seemed to enjoy touching them.

Azee’s thoughts were interrupted by a call from an overseer who was making his way toward Chara.

“Oi, pelt!”

Azee stiffened, looking out through the brambles again. She let out a sigh of relief as she recognized the man calling to Chara as Waylon Crueset, one of the kinder overseers.

“What’yall doin’ back ‘ere?” Waylon called out as he approached Chara.

“I’m looking for my sister,” Chara replied, hurriedly bowing. “H-have you seen her?”

“Sister?” Waylon stroked his chin. “Oh, yeh mean the lil princess? Nah, ain’t seen her today.”

Chara let out a filthy curse, before tearing off across the lawn towards one of the fields. Waylon raised a hand to call out to her, but Chara was well away before he could speak.

“Dang… ain’t never heard a pelt use that kinda language… Wonder where they picked that up.” Waylon muttered as he walked past Azee's hiding place, his boots not three feet from her nose. “Eh…probably Comb, someone oughta lock him in the latrine again…”

Azee sighed as she leaned back against the willow tree. As she stared up at the branches above, Azee’s mind drifted back to her and Luke’s mutual exploration, the feeling of his hands moving all over her body, caressing her. She purred to herself, she’d also enjoyed running her hands over Luke, his warm and strangely smooth skin beneath her pads.

Azee closed her eyes, stifling a low moan as she remembered the sensation of Luke’s hand sliding down to her groin. It felt so good, his fingers gently stroking across the sensitive flesh between her legs. Even as she thought about it, one of her own hands began to duplicate Luke’s motions, each touch sending tingles of pleasure through her body that made her toes curl.

As Luke had touched her, she’d reciprocated, her own hand reaching down into his trousers. She’d seen Luke’s member before from time to time, either when they were swimming or once when he had gone to urinate while they were in the forest together, and Azee had snuck up on him. It had been small, floppy, and looked utterly ridiculous, like an uncooked, poorly made sausage. But what Azee had found in Luke’s pants had not been the small piece of pink flesh, but something hard and long, longer than her hand.

Sadly, before anything else could happen, one of Luke’s teachers arrived for the afternoon lesson, and he had been forced to leave. But this time they would be out in the forest again, alone. This time there would be no distractions. This time she’d get to experience sex.

Plus, as Fray had said, the only way to get rid of the irritating heat pulsing in her loins was either to wait it out, or to mate, and Azee was not feeling particularly patient.

“Two pelts, one rope,” she muttered to herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a rustling in the shrubbery. Moments later, Luke’s head popped out of a crack in the base of the willow tree.

“Hey Azee! How’s it going!”

“Shhhhh!” Azee put a hand over Luke’s mouth. “Chara is looking for me. If she hears you, she’ll come running and drag me off.”

“She does know I am the son of the Ranch owner, right?” Luke asked, his voice muffled by Azee’s hand. “I’m sure I could order her to back off.”

“I… maybe… but maybe not.” Azee shook her head as she removed her hand. “Trust me, we don’t want to be found by her.”

“Why, what’s gotten into her?”

“It’s… nothing. Just… I really don’t want to fight with her. Please, Luke.”

“Sure, that’s okay. I’ll get someone to distract her and we can sneak back to the house.”

Azee tilted her head. “The house? I thought we were going out hunting.”

A nervous grin crossed Luke’s face. “Well… about that… I have some good news.”

***

“This is so wonderful!” Azee whooped as she leaped into the air and landed on Luke’s bed. Her tail wagged fast and a low rumble of pleasure echoed in her chest as she rolled around on the soft blankets.

Luke grinned as he watched Azee play with one of his pillows.

Azee dropped her head over the edge of the bed, looking at Luke upside down. “Won’t we get in trouble if we get caught? Remember when your mother found us fooling around with those art books?”

“My brother went into town and my parents are gone. We have the house all to ourselves.”

“Really?”

“Yep. For a couple of days at least.”

Azee felt a fluttering in her chest as she hugged the pillow tight against herself.

“And take a look at this.” Luke stepped over to a table against one wall, upon which sat a covered silver tray.

Removing the cover, Luke revealed a whole roasted chicken sitting on a bed of potatoes and carrots. A steaming gravy boat sat beside the chicken, along with a stack of grilled corn cobs, strips of bacon, a crock of molasses baked beans, and half a loaf of bread. A large bowl of candied popcorn sat at the back, as delicious as it was colourful.

A chorus of angels sang in her mind as Azee stared at the steaming bird.

“Chicken…”

“Yep.” Luke smiled proudly. “I had the servants cook up a feast for us.”

Azee couldn’t help but grin as she hopped off the bed and approached the steaming tray.

“Go ahead.” Luke smiled, pulling a leg off the chicken and handing it to Azee.

Taking the leg, Azee opened wide to take a bite, but just before she bit down she paused and her smile faded. “But.. what about the others? What about Chara?”

“I told the servants to take a chicken and some vegetables and put them in the slave stew.” Luke shrugged. “Can’t do much more, otherwise father would quite literally kill me.”

The battle between guilt and hunger in Azee’s mind was furious but short. Taking a deep breath she tore a bite off of the leg. The moment the taste of the chicken hit her tongue, Azee’s eyes rolled up into her head.

“Oh… yes…”

A powerful feeling filled Luke’s chest as he watched Azee tear into the chicken, each bite punctuated with groans of enjoyment. The mere sight of her so happy made him feel warm and made it impossible for him not to smile.

Placing the tray on the bed, Azee and Luke dug in. Every once in a while they would playfully pop something into the other’s mouth

Azee, as she often was, was furiously hungry, tearing through the chicken with vigour.

As the sun began to set outside the western windows, Luke and Azee lay side by side on Luke’s bed, propped up on pillows. The remains of the feast lay on the tray between them, with only fragments and crumbs remaining. The bones of the chicken had been picked bare, every kernel of corn eaten, the crock that had held the beans licked completely clean.

Azee leaned back, sighed, and patted her stomach. “That… that was really good.”

Luke nodded, taking a few pieces of popcorn and tossing them into his mouth, “Beats rabbit over a campfire, doesn’t it.”

Azeee yawned and stretched luxuriously. “Well… maybe.”

“Really? You’d take rabbit over this?”

“Well… it’s more like… I like the time I spend out there with you.”

“O-oh.” Luke paused, his face turning red.

Azee turned her head slightly, “I like spending time with you. And not just because you take me out of the fields. I… I like you.”

“I… uh…” As Luke tried to find the right words, his brother’s advice rang through his mind.

“Women are hunters, they like the chase. The less interested you act, the more desirable you are.”

“I like you Luke.” Azee repeated, her own face turning red as she felt a powerful warmth rising up inside her. “And I… I want to like you more.”

Instead of answering, Luke got up from the bed and picked up the tray. Azee watched, utterly baffled, as he set the tray on a nearby table, picked up a book, and returned to the bed.

“Luke? Did… did you hear me?”

“I did.” Luke cracked open the book and started reading, folding his free arm behind his head. “You like me, that’s nice I suppose.”

“Y-you suppose?”

“Yeah, it’s really nice. You want me to read to you?”

Azee stared at Luke, unsure of whether to be more hurt or confused by Luke’s sudden change in attitude.

“Luke? Wh-what’s going on?”

Luke looked up from his book as if he were bored. “Hmmm?”

“I said I liked you! And I was… I was hoping…” Azee turned red as she looked away, unable to meet Luke’s eyes. “I was hoping… we could… you know…”

“Wh-what?” Luke asked, hardly daring to hope as his brother’s ‘advice flew out of his head.

“I was hoping…” Azee swallowed hard. “That we could… mate.”

“M-mate? Like… make love?”

Azee nodded, her nose so bright pink it was visible even through her fur.

Luke’s heart felt as if it would leap up his throat as he nodded slowly. “Are… you… you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“O-okay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…” Setting his book aside Luke leaned close to Azee, his arms wrapping around her, his lips moving close to hers. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

Gently the two kissed, the warmth each was feeling spreading to the other. Luke's book slid off the bed, landing on the floor, utterly forgotten.

What started as gentle kisses soon became passionate, almost frantic. Azee rolled on top of Luke, her strong arms pinning his shoulders as she kissed him, her tail thrashing back and forth excitedly.

They separated for only a few moments as Azee set to work on the buttons on Luke’s shirt, her fingers frantically pulling at them. Luke hurriedly undid his belt and slid out of his trousers. Moments later, Azee managed to undo the last button of Luke’s shirt and hurriedly pulled it off of him. With his clothes discarded, Luke was naked, with Azee still perched on top of him.

Both Azee and Luke were breathing like runners in a race, staring at one another. This was it, there was no going back from this point.

Azee’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of Luke’s member, already rapidly hardening and pressed against her lower belly. Even compared to the ones she’s seen on the other slaves, it was still deeply comical, a strange-looking organ to be sure, but there was a strange allure to it as well.

And it would be going inside of her.

A pulse of warmth ran through Azee at the thought. As she was distracted, Luke began massaging her breasts, before leaning forward and gently taking her left nipple into his mouth.

“Oh… Luke…” Azee let out a long, low moan, feeling the heat in her nethers grow with each movement of Luke’s mouth. Unthinkingly she began shifting her hips, grinding against Luke as he suckled on her.

Just as his books had shown him, Luke took the initiative, flipping Azee over onto her back and propping himself up over her. She let out a little yip of surprise as she hit the pillows, her eyes staring up at Luke with a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and nervousness.

“Are you sure?” He asked, looking down at Azee, his breath hot.

“Are you?”

As an answer, Luke gently eased Azee’s legs apart and shifted between them. His heart was racing and his breathing was shallow and fast as he positioned himself to slide inside of her.

“Ready?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Just let me know if I hurt you, okay? I’ll stop, I promise.”

Despite her nervousness, Azee nodded. Every instinct, hijacked by her heat, told her that this was right and good.

Azee bit her lower lip and moaned as Luke began to enter her. There was a sharp pain, and stinging as his tip slid inside, but at the same time, it felt so glorious.

Inch by inch Luke pushed deeper, his eyes squeezed shut as the wonderful sensations rolled through him. All those days with Azee, all those stolen moments, their mutual exploration of one another, and now finally he was inside of her, warmed by her, moistened by her.

Finally, he could go no further, his hips pressed against hers. Opening his eyes, his gaze met Azee’s. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yes…” Azee replied, her voice shuddering. “It… hurts a bit… but… but it also feels… so good…”

“I’m gonna move, okay?”

Azee moaned and licked the side of Luke’s face. “Yessssss…”

Luke’s first few thrusts were, at best, clumsy. He struggled to keep himself propped up, and his movements were jerky and uncertain.

‘The books… always made this seem so easy,’ he thought as he tried to steady himself, his hand threatening to slide out from under him. But, awkward as he was, the sensations still felt damned good.

Azee also seemed to be enjoying herself, moaning with each one of his movements, thrusting her hips in time with his.

“Oh… dammit!” Luke cursed as he accidentally slid out of Azee. “S-sorry… just a second.”

“It’s alright… it’s fine. Just-” Azee let out a squeak as Luke managed to reposition himself and pushed back inside her.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah just… sensitive.”

“You’re telling me…”

“Here… let’s try…” Azee shifted her legs to wrap around Luke’s waist, holding him closer to her.

“Better?” Luke asked.

“Better.”

Despite their initial awkwardness, soon both Azee and Luke were moaning and panting. The two began to work in concert, each anticipating the other’s needs and wants without saying a word. They were both simply lost in a sea of pleasure.

Before long, Luke felt himself drawing near the edge. His hands reached down to Azee’s, his fingers intertwining with hers.

“A-Azee…I’m… I’m getting close…”

“It’s okay.” Azee panted, not even really certain what she was agreeing to as she moaned, squeezing Luke’s hands.

With almost frantic movements he drove inside Azee faster and faster. He felt his orgasm building, felt it rolling up his body, felt the sharp tingling deep inside him. Finally, with a shuddering gasp, he buried himself as deep as he could into Azee as he felt his whole body stiffen. His control vanished as the strongest climax of his life roared through him, leaving him shuddering and gasping.

Azee felt Luke’s release, a soft explosion deep inside, followed by the pleasant feeling of warmth spreading through her. The storm of sensations was enough to also send her over the edge, a flood of pleasure running through Azee’s shivering body. Every muscle quivered as she desperately clutched at Luke, her legs tightening and holding him close to her.

As his climax passed, Luke collapsed on top of Azee. She couldn’t help but smile, reaching up to tenderly stroke Luke’s face as he trembled in her arms.

After a few minutes, Azee released her legs and allowed Luke to roll off of her. They held hands as they lay side by side, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath.

“That… that was nice,” Azee said at last, still staring up at the ceiling.

“Yeah… yeah, it was.”

Azee yawned and rested a hand on her belly. She could still feel Luke’s warmth inside her, such a wondrous feeling. But even better, she could already feel some of the frantic urgency of her heat beginning to fade.

“Was it… was it good?” Luke asked.

Azee nodded. “Yeah… it was good…”

Luke sighed in relief, closing his eyes. “Thank the Lord.”

“So, you wanna do it again?” She asked, glancing over at Luke.

“Now?”

Azee shrugged. “Why not?”

Luke looked down at himself, his face turning red. “Well… I mean… I’m a little worn out.”

Azee rolled over, poking at Luke’s member, gently pinching it, and playing with the skin. “Awe look, it’s all cute again.”

“D-don’t call it cute! That’s my manhood!” Luke protested, trying to bat Azee’s hand away.

“What, it’s funny!” Azee grinned, gently playing with the soft flesh like a puppet. “He’s so adorable.”

“Azee!”

Still grinning, Azee clambered up Luke’s body and lay on his chest, propping herself up on her arms.

“So… what now?”

Luke tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“Well… so many of the others have told me for so long that this was all you wanted me for.” Her face turned a little red. “Were… they right?”

“No, no way.” Luke shook his head. “I just… I didn’t want you to feel like I was forcing you. I wanted this to be your choice.”

“So… why were you acting disinterested before we… you know.”

“Oh… well… Edouard said that girls like it when you act disinterested.”

“W-what?”

“Yeah.. he said women like to be the ‘hunter’, that they want to chase, rather than be chased.”

Azee was quiet for a moment, simply staring at Luke. All of a sudden she grabbed hold of one of the pillows and smacked Luke with it.

“That! Is! So! Stupid!” She yelled, punctuating each word with a blow from the pillow.

“OW! Azee! O-ow! Hey!” Luke managed to raise his arms to protect himself. “Alright, I get it! I get it! It’s stupid!”

“You’re just lucky I didn’t bite you.”

“If you’d bit me I’d have to send you for a time-out.” Luke chuckled, leaning forward and nuzzling Azee’s nose.

“You’d never send me a time-out.” Azee giggled, resting her head on Luke’s chest. “You love me too much.”

“That’s true.”

Azee let out a soft sigh as her eyes slid shut, the sound of Luke’s heartbeat echoing in her ears.

“Yeah…” Luke gently kissed Azee’s head as she held him close.

‘I love you Azee.’

THE END.