Closed Coiling Desires

[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru offered Shayna and appreciative glance as she removed herself from the pool. She may not have moved with the seductive, graceful steps as the pleasure slaves, but he liked watching her leave, and he would enjoy seeing her return as well. Shayna was doing well for a slave with little instruction from her knew master, and she moved quickly enough when told to. In a way, he had been testing her, first to see if she could follow his desires even when he didn't speak them directly and second to see if she could accomplish the task that he assigned her.

The pleasure slave continued to massage him, working her way from his shoulders down and around his chest. He allowed her to keep at her task, but his attention was divided between Shayna and the Drykas man. Mamoru wasn't completely heartless and he knew that if she were caught, his little pet would be in serious trouble. He also understood the loyalty that she was demonstrating by acting out his orders even if they were of the criminal nature.

But he wouldn't leave her completely alone in this, and even if he didn't tell her, Mamoru would make sure that they didn't see her. He watched her closely as she moved and observed the marks upon her back for the first time. A gift from her former owner he assumed, but he supposed it could have been caused another way. At first glance he did see it in her to be a rebel of sorts, and that had also been part of the reason he chose her oddly enough. Mamoru's gaze flickered back and forth between the nude teen and the Drykas man and his party.

His first act would be to make sure that she wasn't spotted, and when Shayna moved towards the crumpled note, he set the first trick into motion. Once again he turned his hand upward while it was still submerged under water and he produced res from his palm. He worked the res out and through the water pushing only enough to claim a small space when he needed it. He drew back on it's pull once it got closer the the blonde man and his slaves and the Dhani waited. As soon as he saw Shayna's taut figure bend over to scoop up the note he pulled a small amount of water into his res and shaped it into a water bubble.

In the inside, the bubble twirled with res making the bubble wiggle as it appeared from beneath the surface of steam and water. The moment he had full control, Mamoru flicked his finger forward and sent the water bullet right into the eye of the Drykas. It wasn't dangerous in speed nor strength, but it was effective enough to cause the man to blink and to reach for his eye. Like the good slaves that they were, both women turned to face the blond man to see if he was ok as he wiped the water from his now irritated eye.

By this time Shayna had what she came for and was calling out to let him know. Smiling, Mamoru released the flow of res and relaxed his arms back underwater again. The next step in his plan was the note itself, as Shayna had thought, he couldn't read it now or he'd get it wet and others might see, such as the slave rubbing him down. However he didn't mind waiting, and the only thing he needed to do was to make sure that no one got to it where she had placed it inside his robes. Shayna returned to the waters, and when his pet settled in a little closer, Mamoru put his arm around her and pulled her body against his. She had done well for a job she hadn't been prepared for and he saw no reason not to award her for it.

"Good job my dear. I'll have to be more careful in the future. Can't just leave things laying around anyone could pick it up." He mused to himself over the situation but they weren't done just yet..not yet.

[Shayna]

As she settled down back into the water, it was only then that she realized the mild temperature difference from the water and the air. Shayna was just starting to relax when his arm snaked out once more and moved her closer to him, the blonde slave's leg the only thing between them. For her part, the blonde slave just barely hesitated in her work to show that she was even aware that he had pulled Shayna closer.

At first Shayna remained just a little stiff, not pulling away but staying upright waiting for his next words. The last few times he had pulled her against him or close it was -in her mind- a way so that he could whisper what he wanted away from prying ears. Yet he spoke out loud and not at all in the low voice as if he didn't want people to hear. It took just a chime for her to realize that he might just intend on her sitting against him. She bit her lip, glanced up at him, before she forced her body to relax and shift to settle against him. It was awkward for her at first, she couldn't remember the last time she had been held against someone's body, not for any reason. Yet though her body felt at once too stiff and inflexible to her own mind, she reveled in the fact that it was almost nice. Especially when coupled with his words of praise, and she gave a smile that wasn't quite so tentative and unsure.

The blonde slave finished working on every muscle in his chest, abdomen and sides before she let her hands run back up over his shoulder. "M'Lord, if you would like me to work with your legs you will have to let me out, and if you would like .." She paused, letting the last word trail off suggestively, before she continued, "Well we can go and use a private table for just a few silvers more."

Shayna smirked just a little, listening but still watching the other. She knew the motivations of the pleasure slaves here, she also knew of their likely 'retirement' when they grew just a little too long in the tooth to be of too much demand. She half pitied them, but the other half was an envy that she couldn't quite excise from her heart. Shayna spoke up, still trying to keep her voice steady not knowing how well she was doing at that, "I can sit and watch your jewel M'Lord if you wish.. " Of course she was speaking of the Drykas.

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[Kalesserimamoru]

With Shayna settled against him, Mamoru felt a small bit of satisfaction. The girl did what he wanted whether it was a small task or one on a larger scale, and he didn't have to hypnotize her to do it. He was nice and warm in the waters, and with the bodies of not one but two females pressed against his, it felt great. He gently moved his fingers up and down the girl's lower back for a moment before sliding his hand a little lower in order to pet her. She was a good girl, and having someone follow him around who didn't speak against his every thought was starting to swell his head.

Through it all, he kept most of his concentration on the Drykas man and his slaves. The man had been sitting there for several chimes and he was starting to wander if he was trying to cook himself. Still, he waited to see what would happen and if the man would do anything soon after he had read the note. The trickster felt the urge to get up and go read it himself so that he would know what to expect of the man, but given that he hadn't noticed it was even missing, he decided to wait longer. He enjoyed the massage from the blonde slave and without really realizing it, he had started to mimic the woman's hand movements on Shayna's delicate flesh. He kneaded the slave's lower back and buttocks, and rolled his knuckles along her back and he pulled her against him.

Once the massage was over his hand relaxed and settled upon the girl's back again. "That will be alright. We're done here." He waved the woman off and moved forward to allow her to retreat from her spot behind him. "I will pay for your services at the door if you don't mind?" he added as he rested his back against the wall again and pulled Shayna closer so that her bare chest rested against his. She was warm, and he smiled weakly as he felt her heart beat speed up from their closeness. Thinking about the woman who had just left, another thought occurred. The woman was a pleasure slave and was there to do a job. The women tending to the Drykas were the same, and he realized that it wouldn't be long before they ushered him off for a more private adventure.

It happened then, almost as if he had wielded the thought into their mind himself. The women spoke softly into his ear and in another tick they were off and heading into a private room. Here Mamoru couldn't' follow and there was no point staying where he was now. It did however, give him the moment that he needed to check the note. Turning to look at Shayna, he gently petted her again and smiled mischievously. "I think we're done here. Get your clothing." He stood up and headed towards the baskets, choosing not to wait for her to bring it to him. Mamoru reached in, searching inside his robes until he found the rough, crumpled note and opened it up. The language was in common and with the simple wording that said 'meet outside in 20 chimes.'

The trickster felt his blood warm and he dug his nail into the note. Now they would get somewhere, now things were interesting and all they needed to do was be around to see who this secret meeting was with. "Come along Shayna, I feel a walk outside would be nice." He dried himself off and redressed in his normal robes and when she was ready, he headed off after paying for the extra service. OOC2 gm for massage and bath

[Shayna]

Shayna did try to keep her attention as well on the Drykas. She curled her neck just a little so that even though she was pressed against her master's side, her cheek pressed against him while she was able to angle her eyes from beneath lowered lashes to watch. However his hands moving along her lower back, at first simply gave her a sense of satisfaction, but once his fingers started to mimic that of the pleasure slave's on his own body, her's start to betray her and her resolve to concentrate on the man.

Her muscles started to slowly relax, if he had move higher on her back she probably would have tensed as his fingers would have encountered the thick scar tissue, but he didn't. Instead he concentrated on the lower back, and slightly lower. So instead of being tense against him, she eventually became more and more languid feeling slightly guilty that she kept forgetting to watch the other.

It was unlike her to forget her duty, but then again it was unlike her to drape herself over her owner and enjoy a mini-massage at their hand as well. When he pulled her even closer, one leg shifts up and over the one of his that was closest to her, her body curving naturally to fit against him. Now it was all but impossible for her to watch the man from this angle. So instead she simply waited, and perused the sensations that she had experienced. The petting, the gentle massage, combined with his words of praise positively reinforced the desire to continue to do well. The feel of his body against hers, solid and firm, gave her a completely different experience, one that was completely foreign and a little disconcerting. But she didn't have much time to fully explore that particular warmth that invaded her body before he was speaking to her once more.

It was strangely disappointing when he so quickly dismissed the activity but she nodded agreeably shifting away and waiting until he climbed out before following. It took her just a little longer to dry herself enough so that her clothing was not a chore to tug on once more, mostly because of the damp ends of her hair that she was required to towel dry more thoroughly.

"Of course M'Lord." She answered, depositing their used towels, and unused robes in the hamper that was indicated. Obediently she walked behind him, not questioning what the note said while still within the confines of the Den. No she waited until they were out of earshot before she spoke again. "What was in the note M'Lord?" Her green eyes surveying the immediate area instinctively, noting any movement out of habit more then any real felt need.

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[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru allowed his thoughts to wonder for just a moment and he recalled the sight of his pleasantly attractive slave walking around the bath naked. She didn't have the slithering grace of a Dhani, but her movement weren't as nearly off-putting as the way monkeys moved.

Shayna was also short, while Dhani and even Myrians were normally tall, but none of that took anything away from her and the sight of her glistening flesh moving across the floor at his orders did something for him. He also remembered the scar marks on her upper back, the marks she hadn't mentioned yet and he could see they weren't a subject she wanted to talk about. He would ask her about them later, it wasn't like him to ignore something he was curious about, but they did have business to do.

After he was done paying, he ushered Shayna outside where they would wait the coming meeting that wasn't as secret any longer. It was still raining out as it had been all day and Mamoru lifted the hood from his robes to cover his head. The Dhani moved into the streets and looked around for a moment. They had at least another ten chimes before the two were supposed to meet and he looked to find a good place where they could watch without being noticed. There weren't places to sit right outside the bath house and they couldn't just stand there in the rain, it looked suspicious.

"Let's take a walk, there has to be some place close by where we can..hover." Mamoru moved along the path slowly, he needed to find a place to hide, or at least look busy, but he didn't want to move so far away that he couldn't hear what the two talked about or see where they went. "Hmm, this might work." he spoke aloud and pointed to the first tree that he saw closeted to the road they had just come down. He moved to the other side of the trunk and looked back towards the door to the Den. Once they were positioned to watch, he decided to answer her question.

"It seems our Drykas friend is meeting with someone here in about ten chimes. It seems secretive...and important."

Mamoru looked back towards the door as he waited for the blonde man to come out. "Tell me Shayna, what do you know of the Askara family, and do they normally make arrangements with freeborns?" He waited for her answer without turning an eye to her, and depending on her answer he might have others questions. In the next few moments, the blonde man walked out of the Den. Mamoru moved back a little and reached out to push Shayna back as well. For a moment it appeared as if the blonde man was about to leave when he spoke up and the trickster looked further down the path and noticed someone coming. It was a Dynasty member judging by his clothing and carefree attitude.

The blonde man slowly walked towards the young male putting them both coming towards Mamoru and Shayna's location. Once they got close enough, he turned the girl towards him and once again pulled her into his arms where her breasts would press against his body, and he leaned down planting kisses and a bit of a wagging tongue along her neck. Mamoru wanted it to appear as if they were making out instead of watching the two men, which is what they were really doing.

[Shayna]

Being led to the tree, completely unaware of any lingering glances made by her master, Shayna ignored the rain as best she could. She raised her hands to gather her already damp hair that was simply getting wetter by the chime in her hands to twist and lay over her shoulder just to keep it out of the way and not laying in strings across her back and shoulders. That was the only concession she made to the rain, it was the swamp and she had grew up in the swamp. It rained, a lot, it always did. Sure it was winter and it made the air that much colder but it also wasn't frigid or sleet.

Shayna had always found the idea of Dynasty sneaking around amusing, why would they need to sneak around? They were the powerful, the ones who could do what they wanted when they wanted right? At least that is how it seemed to Shayna. Freeborn weren't quite as free to move around and do what they want but they certainly weren't as constricted as slaves.

But it was not until he asked about the Askara's that Shayna reacted with more then calm aplomb. Her body stiffened for several ticks before she carefully answered, "The Askara's are an odd bunch, M'Lord. It is hard to predict what one will do or another." Shayna's words are low pitched, even though the rain would probably dampen the words so that only he would likely hear. "One was having an affair with Ms. Katherine's brother..For some reason he faked his death just for the chance to surprise and pull a joke on the Dynasties...Adair was his name. They have a penchant for male slaves, and will randomly require them to dress in womens clothing for no reason other then it amuses them."

Of course that might just be Adair's strangeness, he himself had no compulsion against dressing like a lady and didn't particularly mind who he shared a bed with either. For all his oddness Adair had never treated her in the same way that most Dynasties did. Though he was insufferable when it came to obeying social propriety. "They will deal with whoever they need to, and they can be quite ruthless when crossed." Her green eyes flicked to him for a moment before they caught the sight of the Drykas leaving the establishment and the tension that flooded her body at the mention of the Askara's melted away.

When he pulled her back she stepped back easily enough, her feet used to the slight dips of the swamp. It was not until he pulled her into his arms, and his lips found her neck that she lost her equilibrium for a tick. Her hands bury into his robes as she instinctively reached out to steady herself, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't speak, she didn't make a sound even if she wanted to she couldn't around the held breath in her lungs. It took just a chime for her to realize what he was doing, that he hadn't suddenly wanted a different service from her. When she did she tried to emulate what she had seen the slaves in the Den do, her hands still remaining buried in his robes. Her body shifted, and raised on her tip toes so that he did not not have to lean so far down.

Held so tightly against him she couldn't maneuver too much but she did tilt her head, it might look to outside observers that she was simply offering him more of her neck, but it really was so that her lips were closer to his ear. "Careful M'Lord." She whispered, unable to help the tiny hitch that caused her voice to tremble, "The Askara's are odd, but their oddity masks their paranoia. Not so bad as Radacke but they aren't easily fooled."

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[Kalesserimamoru]

The rain continued to trickle down from the sky as the scene played itself out. Mamoru waited and he held Shyana, his lips kissing at her neck as one hand roamed her back and the other slipped through her damp hair. They were spying on the two men that had just showed up, but the trickster didn't see any reason why he couldn't enjoy his pet for just a bit. She was so sweet to worry about him, but Mamoru didn't fear the wraith of the Dynasty. In the worse case he would have to come clean about what he was doing, and at the word of the Magistrate, they both would have crawled away with their heads ducked low. At least that's how Mamoru saw it.

"Calm yourself Shayna, we are doing just fine and well within our rights to show affection to each other." A smirk graced his lips as he pressed them against her cheek, pecking kisses were applied and he did this working his way back to her neck again. So far they hadn't been noticed, or at least no detections of suspicion. Both men came together and exchanged friendly greetings of the sort. It was obvious the man was Dynasty, but who was the question.

Mamoru pushed his hands downward where they found Shayna's slender hips and he squeezed them as he spun her around in his arms. The Dhani pulled his pet against him where her back would lean against his body. He moved one arm over her breasts and the other moved lower and slipped around her waste. "The man who just appeared, do you know who he is?" he asked as he leaned closer, his lips moving across the back of her ear.

"I've confirmed it." The Drykas said to the other. "I'm certain they are with the Rujaro."

"I knew it. I knew there was something odd about those two." the other chimed in. He was very animated with his movements holding a youthful energy that was common in younger men. The Drykas looked around, but he didn't appear to notice the two making out by the tree. "Should I take this to the Magistrate? They are owned slaves by another family."

"No, no that won't work. Lorenzo Konrath won't help, those damned Konti have him wrapped around their fingers, he's too soft to do anything. But I know what to do. We're going to kidnap them and make them talk. Then we'll take that to Lorenzo and he will be forced to take actions." The young man seemed proud of his plan and all but gave himself a pat on the back then and there. "Follow me, there's someone else I want you to meet."

Mamoru watched this unfold from his position against the tree where he held Shayna against him and lapped at her neck with the nurturing sense that one would expect of a cat cleaning it's young. It seems the Magistrate had been right, at least partly. The Drykas man was up to something and he couldn't imagine kidnapping another Dynasty family's slaves was good for business. The two left, but Mamoru waited before he tried to follow them. From where he stood, he could see them walking the trail and it would be several chimes before they were out of sight.

Instead of moving to quickly, and just in case others were watching them, Mamoru continued to shower Shayna with affection. His lips kissed the cool skin on her shoulder and neck and his hand slipped just inside her blouse to touch her stomach. "Planning a kidnapping, I can't see that going over well..but what family were they discussing? We'll wait here for just a bit longer and then follow them."

[Shayna]

Shayna shuddered against Mamoru, her breath quickened and her heart rate rose not entirely because they were trying to be clandestine. His words whispered so close she could feel the breath of his speech against her skin, brought to mind that unless the other two could see her slave markings then they might assume she was of a higher station. Surely if her owner was kissing and playing with someone of equal -or higher- station then they would be otherwise participating? It was getting just a little more difficult to reason this out in her mind with every kiss, every lap of his tongue drew more fog across her concentration.

Slowly her hands unfurled to let go of the grip she had in his dark robes, one hand raised to hesitantly run up and around his own neck her small palm cupping the back as if she were holding him to her. The other went around him more to help her stay balanced against him then anything else. Her green eyes remained wide, though it was more difficult to see much so she relied mostly on her ears. Admittedly even that was hit or miss much to Shayna's frustration. Her master had set a goal, she was suppose to be helping him to achieve it, instead she was letting his ruse distract her. Though now she was coming to understand why in the night when she was back in places where there were many other slaves to share a room with that there would be many enjoying this activity. Some times it was comfort, other times it was lust, but Shayna could finally see the reasons. Even though those reasons were extremely distracting.

Before she could work her nerve up to return his kisses, his hands were turning her. Her training kicked in where her mind could not, and her hands drop to not hinder him in anyway. From here she had a clear view, clearer then she had had previously, and it was almost like ice was doused into her veins. Gone was the fog built by her master's kisses, her heart pounded for an entirely different reasons, as did her body. Pressed against him, his arms around her she might have felt safer, but she had only known him for simply a few days so she drew very little comfort from him. When he asked, her mouth dried just slightly but she opened her lips to answer, "I don't know his name. He and another woman are ..rabid when it comes to Rujaro. " She turned her face toward Mamoru's, her lips pressing to his temple, his hair, really whatever she could reach as he held her and continued his ruse. She was simply trying to hide her face from the Dynasty, though soon he turned and she was able to breath just a little easier. "He might recognize me M'Lord." This was all she said before she felt confident enough to turn her head back to look at her owner, her green eyes shuttered slightly by her long lashes.

"They won't go easy on the slaves, unless something stops them, the slaves will end up confessing." She trembled again, her limbs feeling just a little watery at the thoughts of what the slaves were in for. "If the slaves confess to being Rujaro, even if it is just to get them to stop.. then no matter what house, they will not be even reprimanded. The house the slaves belonged to would just have to eat the loss..And perhaps any family they have might be punished or even killed for suspicion alone."

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[Kalesserimamoru]

It appeared that the chosen slaves had already been damned and sentenced, whether they committed a crime or not. This seemed cowardly to Mamoru and he didn't see the point in picking out a few slaves and making an example out of them? It wouldn't work, from what he could tell these Rujaro are just as stubborn as the Myrians of the jungle, they wouldn't learn and they would back down. One, two dead slaves wasn't going to scare them, it only made them angry. Instead of making fake enemies, they would have done better destroying the ones that were real. He understood what is was about however, these people weren't hunters, they were spoiled beyond reason and they'd never been hungry in their life.

It was too much to ask them to brave the swamps and take out the real threat once and for all. The men had left and were steadily making their way along the path. Mamoru hadn't moved just yet and continued to hold Shayna against him, and allowed his hands to grope her supple flesh as he nuzzled her neck with his cheek. "I do wonder what they would do with themselves if they had a real revolt? A few dozen runaway slaves in the swamps, and no one is willing to brave the lands to take them out?" Closing his eyes, he sucked her scent into his nostrils and smiled peacefully. "Where I came from, we attacked our enemies in the night just as they did us. There were fierce battles and while they did kill a few of us...we killed far more of them."

Mamoru had to contain himself, the memory of raiding Myian camps along with the young female pressed against him was making him excited and thirsty for action. Shayna had been worried they might recognize her and he assumed she was referring to her slave brand. He didn't see why that would matter much, but he had already started to work out a plan to fix that. "Would that be a problem? Not to worry dear one..I have something in store for them." His hands moved from her body and he gave her a light push forward. "Let's go.."

The Dhani led the way without waiting for Shayna, however if she would stray to far behind, he would usher her to his side before continuing on forward. They would follow the two men for a time, but the distance between them would keep them from hearing a word that was said. If he had been in dhani form it would have been much easier, though he would have stood out as well. Where are they going? Who are they going to meet?

The two seemed to slow down after a few chimes, and Mamoru had to slow his own pace so that he wouldn't get too close to them. The two men stopped suddenly and that left Mamoru with the need to hide again. If they were waiting for another, or about to talk more, he needed to hear this, but he couldn't just stand there in the opening.

Yellow-green eyes scanned the area until he noticed a bench positioned not too far from the water. He causally move to it and sat down, a hand lifted to collect Shayna and he pulled her into his lap.

Mamoru thought for the time since they were behind the two that they could just sit and listen, but that was until he noticed another coming their way. This one was a slave, the fact made clear by the brand on his cheek. His eyes were fixed on the two men and he walked with a quick pace towards them. There was something about this encounter that seemed planned, and if they were waiting for him, they were likely to speak more. This was it, the moment they had been waiting for.

Turning to face Shayna, Mamoru stroked the girl's cheek as he sought out her eyes again. "For the next ten chimes pretend that you are a freeborn with all the rights and privileges they have. Trust in your master and this will work perfectly." He had no doubt they were seen before by the tree, and for the same people to look back and see them again would think something was afoot, even more so for those that were paranoid. This was where he proved his name and showed the world that no matter how close they looked, they'd never see the truth. He slipped his hand on the inside of her thigh and gently stroked it as he pulled her closer and his lips pressed against hers.

Mamoru released the magic of his gnosis, and it's power reached out and touched all that were in the area around them. He had looked around a lot before he started, so he knew how much of his magic he needed to push out. They needed a disguise, a way to prevent anyone from seeing who they were and that they had followed the men to the new location. The trickster brought an image to mind and laid it upon Shayna. The girl's long, dark hair would turn brighter, blonde and shining as the Konti did. Her freckles would disappear and even the brand that made her a slave, leaving her with radiant glowing skin. The outfit that she wore turn white as did Mamoru's robes. It was the perfect illusion to hide in plan sight and even the most paranoid couldn't find a way to link the two.

The kiss continued and Mamoru kissed each of her lips and lightly tugged on them, urging her to part them for him. His tongue searched her lips for the entrance and slowly pushed it's way inside helping her to part them. He kissed her deeper in a very Dhani like fashion as his tongue explored inside her mouth and his hand rubbed and coursed up the inside of her thigh. It was a hot kiss and one could barely argue that the two were there for any other reason. Perhaps their behavior was a tad bit scandalous, but no one could tell who they were and unless they'd been touched by either Syna, or Eyris the illusion would hold true. The only thing people could say about the two mixing it up on the very public bench was that they must really like each other.

[Shayna]

She had to admit that she didn't dislike how close he held her, or the gentle nuzzling he gave. For a brief moment she felt valued, and she thought that this must be what the body slaves and pleasure slaves felt when they were fussed over and sheltered to prevent their beauty from being marred. It almost overcame the coldness that had come when she had recognized the man, almost but not quite. "Perhaps it wouldn't have been a problem M'Lord." She answered honestly, but considering that the Dynasty brat was plotting doing to another slave what he and his kin had did to her did not allow herself to really believe it. She didn't want to think of what would happen if she were to fall into the Askara family's bad side again, especially with this rising tide of outrage at the Rujaro.

So even though when he gave her a gentle push into the direction, and told her they were preparing to follow she moved without hesitation, her walk was a little slower, more careful. She doesn't walk beside her master, but not really behind either, just slightly slower almost as if she were preparing to dart behind him if someone turned to look. She did not know what her master had planned for these but she hoped it would be enough to spare the slaves in question. Normally she did not have such sympathetic thoughts towards other slaves, slaves were property of their owners and as such can be treated as they wished. However what these people were thinking of was no better then what the Rujaro were doing, theft and destruction of property.

However this did not last long before she is pulled once again very close to him, her body sliding into his lap easily. Her knees bend as she curls against him, oddly colored eyes watching him, widening at his words about pretending to be freeborn. Her lips part, and that was all that she had time for before his lips covered hers. Her inexperience shone through in her stiffness and unsure touches, yet she tried to draw upon the thoughts of being freeborn, being able to get away with sitting on a bench with another without a care for anything else. Perhaps she idealized being a freeborn too much, but in her mind that is what being freeborn meant. Having her own time to do what she wanted, to pursue her desires as opposed to pursuing other people's desires.

So when his tongue probed for the seam of her lips, she parted them willingly, her body twisted just a little press more closely, and her arms raised to wrap around his shoulders. For all the world to see she was simply clinging to him, kissing him with as much abandon as he her. Shayna tried not dwell on the idea that any minute the Dynasty and freeborn might recognize the dark haired slave sitting on her master's lap, tried to push the idea that they might be coming up upon her now with her back turned and unable to watch. Instead she gave herself over to the kiss, trying to be as freeborn as she could.

Her tongue met his, only because it seemed the natural thing to do, tangling gently, letting the simple euphoria to bloom in the front of her mind. Perhaps later she might be embarrassed by how much she threw herself into this kiss, as if it were more then simply a means to hide their interest in the other. For her part, Shayna did try and remember that her master wanted to watch and listen, so she tried to be very aware of how her body moved, to avoid blocking his view awkwardly.

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