Closed Questions of Loyalty

[Shayna]

Shayna was still leery of his hands, almost half convinced that as he ran them through her hair that claw would grow again. Yet after just a couple of soft touches and strokes she slowly began to relax again, listening to him speak watching him closely. "If they burn the swamps couldn't they accidentally burn their own property or the city itself?" Shayna never claimed to be a master strategist or the smartest person but she had seen a house on fire once and it didn't look as if it was easily controlled. Of course if Kenashern were not so superstitious about using magic then a fire reimancer might have fixed the problem, but Shayna knew even less about reimancy then strategy.

"They, some of the houses, make much of their money off the swamps." Her hands run up the outside of his thighs, her fingers lightly gliding even as her tongue darts out to flick against his finger tips as he parted her lips easily. When he doesn't kiss her and returns to talking, Shayna shifts back on her legs once more reminded of the coolness of the water that had splashed her blouse. She was fine with the chill and the mild discomfort until he beckoned her, she didn't want to make his clothing wet or dirty. So when she stood, before she crawled into his lap she removed the blouse quickly and let it fall into a pile on the floor before she slipped against him. Being so short she fit rather easily onto his lap as long as she curled her legs up and tucked her head beneath his chin.

"My history M'Lord?" She asked, her fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt. "You know the most.. interesting.. story already. The rest is simply I was born a slave. To a dame and a sire, specifically bred rather then just a tryst between a woman and a man. My dame was a retired pleasure slave, retired because she had grown a little old to continue in that line of work. My Sire was reportedly a large field slave." She wasn't exactly sure just how far back in her history he wanted. If he wanted to know her pedigree, or what skills she had been taught. She didn't think it was possible he wanted to know the mundane things such as what she did when she was done with her chores and lessons for the day or who she associated the most with.

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[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru could feel her gentle hands on his legs and he knew that she wanted to please him. It made him feel better in a way, the trickster was the type of being that liked to think that he knew people, that he could understand what was inside them even if they didn't readily show it. To have his first slave, his favored pet turn out to be a Rujaro would have put a huge cramp in that mind set. She asked questions, explored possibilities in her mind and sought out the answers. He liked that about her, in that way she was a lot like him. "Like with anything worth doing my girl, one needs to be smart about it and take precautions when dealing with dangerous forces. However...We're not talking about just clearing the swamp for more houses, we are talking about a very real problem. One that should be dealt with at once."

He enjoyed her soft lips and the feel of her cool tongue against his finger. Mamoru moved his fingers back through her hair, tossing her locks about as he massaged her head gently. "I understand that the swamps are a part of the city, just as the jungles were a part of my home. The city couldn't exist without it. But the swamps are alive and stronger you know. It will always find a way to return..always." Mamoru held his arms out to collect her and bring her down to straddle him closely. One hand lifted to brush her cheek again and he took in the scent of her hair as she laid against him. He listened to her story, fingers gently rubbing her back, gliding up and down her spine. Her story was simple enough, and she didn't seem to have any traumatic events in her past that might cripple her in the present or future.

"I do enjoy a good story, they are something of a wonder, the lives of others. These stories aren't always important, but many times there is something there to be found." Leaning down he kissed her shoulder, fingers still rubbing the flesh at her back and slipping down just inside the back of her breechers as he continued to stroke her. "What about friends? Do you have any friends Shayna, anyone you trust in the city?"He paused in his speech for a moment, one hand gently rubbing her upper back as the other pushed down further into her breechers and caressed her buttocks."Growing up in the nest I had many friends, you could even say that were all family. Many were born that day, and we all spent our youth slithering around the pools exploring the new world we found ourselves in.

We were all close, but over the years things changed. Some grew faster than others, some more intelligent, and with that came perks. These perks were simple, but as time passed they started to have more meaning and the jealousy of others who didn't achieve anything grew right along with it."He smiled, hands still caressing her and causing her body to rock against his just a little in the process. "By the time I was old enough to go out on my own, I had only one friend, and even he turned against me. He vanished during an attack by those monkeys and left me for dead."

[Shayna]

Shayna could still feel the dread and fear flow through her veins, though the feelings were slowly growing fainter. She knew that had he wanted to, he had every right and ability to hurt her until she talked, and she also knew that if he ever truly believed she knew something and was lying that he would. The thought made her shiver though she was really not cold. His fingers against his back helped to sooth the teen slave, and she pressed her face against his neck.

Her fingers move from playing with the fabric of his shirt to sliding up to caress the curve of his neck, the line of his jaw. His own story sounded odd to her ears, and the very thought of slithering threatened to send a quiver but she managed to quell that instinct. She does stiffen just a little as his hand began to rub against her upper back, where her scars were located but it was not a dramatic tense. Her body helped the gentle rocking his caressing and petting lends her body, just a comfortable sway that brushed but did not push her body against him in a gentle rhythm.

"Friends M'Lord?" Shayna asked quietly, her lips brushed the flesh of his neck as she spoke, her breath floated across his skin with her words. "I have you M'Lord. I suppose you could include Adair Askara as he seems insistent on befriending me. He doesn't seem to understand the propriety of Dynasty and slave behavior.. not sure if I would say I trusted him."

When his hand dipped lower into her breeches, Shayna rolled her hips just a little to press more fully into his hands. Though his words on his only friend abandoning him drew her back just a little so she could look up at him. "Monkeys M'Lord?" She had heard of monkeys, small furry things that liked bananas. Of course she had never seen one, but she hadn't heard they were vicious. Of course he did say that there were giant cats and dogs in Falyndar maybe there were giant monkeys? It was her turn to stroke his cheeks, just gliding her fingers along the planes of his face. "I am nothing but your pet M'Lord, but I wouldn't leave you to monkeys.."

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[Kalesserimamoru]

With his pet resting against him, Mamoru planted a soft kiss to the top of her head, though she might not have felt it. His fingers only touched her scars for a moment before he moved them down further. He was now fully aware of how they made her feel and it was a conscious act to award touching them. Her hands lifted to touch his face and neck, and in return Mamoru tilted his head and kissed the girl's hand. Only a few moments ago she had been afraid of him, but now she was comfortable. They were still learning the other but it happened in a way that wasn't strange. Dhani surely weren't shy with affections and the trickster liked to lavish Shayna with as much as the teen slave could take.

The gently rocking of their bodies only worked to better position the girl on top of him so that the heat building between them would grow faster and hotter by the chimes. He smiled when she mentioned that she had him as a friend, but he was surprised that she didn't have a list of names. Surely even slaves came together for even a short time to create friendships. It was odd, but even more so was the other person that she named a friend. It was the same male that she had spoke of twice before. An Adair Askara, a man who apparently liked being the center of controversy."Be care of your friend Askara. He is seeking something, something that he can not have, and when he realizes this, his feeling for you will change and not for the better."

When she pushed herself further into his hands, Mamoru squeezed her rear with both hands and enjoyed the firmness of her body. Her head lifted to look at him, and he lifted her into his arms and kissed her lips again, while helping her to rock against him a little more. Mamoru cackled softly at her question, recalling that she would have no way of knowing what, or who he was talking about. "They are called Myrians my dear. A race of ill tempered, jungle savages who would eat their own people without thought. They worship the Goddess Myri. A crazed warrior who enjoys war above all else. In many ways they are worse than my kind, and they act without thought. A bunch of mindless brutes that kill anything that is different from them." The trickster liked touching her, her skin was smooth enough and soft to his much rougher touch. Her lips were sweet, much more so than one could expect of someone who lived their life underground.

Mamoru continued to pet her, kneading her flesh and caressing her most intimate of places. He enjoyed the moment when he felt her body start to heat up and react to his advances. She was a marvel of a slave in his mind, and Kenash lost was his gain. "You may have seen one or two here, there may even be some amongst the Rujaro. I wouldn't put it passed them." After his story, the Dhani had trailed off in thought, remembering that day when he had been left to fend off a group of Myrians and save the seamstress all on his own. Shayna's voice brought him back, and he smiled at her kind words. "Good, and I will never leave you to the Rujaro or the Dynasty."

[Shayna]

Shayna had little to base her actions on as far as cuddling and petting except from his example. Their first bit together she had mostly received but she had learned, and mimicked his own touches of her onto him. So even as his hands roamed her back, her own hands roamed, fingers caressed and stroked, slipped downward to burrow beneath his own shirt. His body was always slightly cool to her touch, hard and firm, but she didn't find the coolness to be off putting.

"What could he be seeking that I could give him M'Lord?" She asked of Adair, the last word raised slightly into a breath caught when his hands squeezed and found their way more intimately against her. She bit her lip both from the mounting heat that he built within her but also to hide a soft frown. "But I will do as you say M'Lord and be careful." There were few people that looked beyond the brands that marked her as slave, even Shayna herself rarely looked past.

Her hands raised even higher beneath his shirt, dragging the fabric up higher, her fingers never became still, always questing and memorizing every dip of his body. Her lips submit to his kisses, parted willingly and eagerly accepting and requesting his kiss. Whenever his lips weren't on hers, she took to stretching her neck to plant soft kisses against his collar, shoulder and neck area in between words.

"Myr-ians." She repeated, not sure if she had met one or not.. or if she would know one when she saw them anyway. "Eat their own people?" The shock in her voice was evidenced in her tones. She knew her master had eaten people, but he was Dhani and she didn't think that he meant he ate his own kind. It seemed.. barbaric. "I don't think I would like this jungle you came from M'Lord." She said in a small voice. She used to think the swamps were frightening and barbaric place to be, outside the relative safety of the city. But the idea of giant animals, a nest of Dhani -who might not think she was useful enough to not eat- and now these Myrians. It just reinforced her idea that leaving Kenash would be the worst thing to ever do.

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[Kalesserimamoru]

There was an innocence to Shayna that Mamoru adored, and as he spoke with her and experienced things with her, he learned just how closed off her world had been. But there was a stir of ambition in the teen that showed through whenever he introduced her to something new. Breaking bones wasn't an easy task, but he had watched her go through the motions and do just that. When he took her on his bed, she had been stiff at first, and only moved her head and body to give him better access. But even here she started to learn and by the end she was working her body as one with his to give them both satisfaction. Now, in the market when he asked her to do something, there was very little hesitation no matter what the job was.

"I'm sure that what your friend Adair wants is the same thing that any man would want of a beautiful girl." He searched out her gaze as he spoke, enjoying her reaction when his fingers pushed deeper inside her breechers and into her flesh. With Shayna exploring more, Mamoru removed his hands from her body and slipped fingers into his own shirt and lifted it above his head. The shirt dropped from his hands and he sat still and allowed her to explore and place kisses where she wanted to.

"Myrians, monkeys, what's the difference? They behave like animals, no they are far worse. They attack on sight and anything that doesn't look like them. However, they're not that smart and they are easy to fool. It is their numbers that make them dangerous. They're survivors, and yes they will eat the flesh of their own people." A grin spread across his face when she said she wouldn't like the jungle. He'd have to agree, he couldn't see his lovely pet in the jungles living like the rest of the Dhani. Always hiding and shielding themselves inside the nest while still pretending to be superior to the monkeys. "The jungle is no place for you, my dear. Your place is here by my side. But maybe I will return there one day..and smite them all. "

A strange, and sinister look grew in his eyes then as he thought of the day where he might actually do it. In truth he probably wouldn't because he'd never make it that far. Caiyha, Navre, Lhex, or even Siku herself would reign fire and brimstone upon him the moment he reentered their sacred world. Instead he would just have to settle for the idea, or dream and leave it at that. Mamoru had sat still for a few chimes, allowing Shayna room to explore before he decided to rejoin her. He first lifted her head and kissed her lips again, hands trailed down her shoulders and hips, where fingers pinched and pushed down her breechers as far as he could get them with her in his lap. "I could tell you many stories about those monkeys, I've had enough encounters with them to write a book about. But I'm sure you would find it all dull."

[Shayna]

Shayna rarely ever hid her responses to him from him, and tonight was no different, even the response at his words about what Adair could possibly want from her. A mild disappointment, "He knows I can't .. won't.. give him that M'Lord." was all she said, but his words put the seed of doubt in her mind. She had always thought that Adair was simply trying to get something from her, information on her mistress or something from the get go. She had just allowed herself to think that perhaps it was nothing more then he found her interesting. She hadn't really imagined that he would want something that even if she wanted to give him she couldn't, considering she had grown knowing that she was a disappointment in the looks and body department.

That was, of course, until she had been purchased by a hands on Dhani. When he pulled his hands from her, she experienced another deeper sense of loss that is related with a sway towards him. Yet his shirt joined hers, and she found opportunity to lavish her own affections. Her lips, tongue, and fingers find their way down his chest, across his stomach. So intent was she in trying to draw reactions from him, to know that she pleased him, that she missed any sinister looks or shadows that might have caused her to withdraw in fear. Instead she focused solely on trying to prove her worth in all ways. "Yes M'Lord." She breathed when he lifted her head, just before his lips caught hers, responding to his words that the jungle wasn't a place for her.

When his fingers tried to press her breeches downward, Shayna slipped to the side, her foot landing on the floor to take her weight. As she shed her breeches for him, she speaks in a voice that was only a little thick from desire. "Wasn't it you that said stories are always entertaining M'Lord?" Her eyes found his even as she reached out to take his hand, tugging gently with a look toward the bed. "I would like to hear more about your stories, about those.. um.. Monkeys or not..." If the one person she had thought had saw beyond her markings really did have simply an ulterior motive then there really was only her master that she could trust.

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[Kalesserimamoru]

He was sure about Adair, as sure as he was that he had plucked a gem out of the dirt when he purchased Shayna. He could guess that at least one other person in the city had noticed the potential of this vastly overlooked teen slave, and that person must have been Adair. However Mamoru had got to her first, and he wasn't about to sell.
There was still a lot about him and his plans that she didn't know, but of what she did, made her valuable to him, more than twice what he paid for. He watched, smiled, and enjoyed her affections as she touched and kissed him. Shayna was coming into her own, and even if she weren't doing it for herself, she sought to please him greatly.
"Adair may be the ambitious type, and he probably doesn't understand the words won't, or can't. To Dynasty, rules don't matter as with the rest of the city. They think they're invincible."

Mamoru enjoyed the teen's warm body, and the slight shiver that he got whenever her soft flesh brushed against his chest and stomach. She was a gentle girl, small and tender, and her lips were just as sweet with each new kiss. He watched with a grin as she removed her breeches and took the hand that she offered into his own. "Yes, I did say that didn't I?"He was amused that she remembered his words and stood beside her to remove his own pants. The trickster lowered himself down to her height, one hand slipping around her body to pull her closer as the other pushed between her thighs to pet her. He found her lips again and kissed them, holding the embrace while his tongue sought to comfort hers, reuniting their dance from before.

Her body was hot, soft, and whenever she gave a shiver or moan it only made him want to give her more pleasure and excitement. Mamoru lifted her into his arms, only breaking their kiss for a tick before he took her lips again and gently bumped his lower body against hers for a moment. They fell to the bed, Mamoru laid Shayna down on her back and easily moved between her legs. He held her close, trailing kisses from her neck down to her breast where he eagerly lavished them with his mouth and tongue. "I suppose that I have a story or two. There is one, about an ambitious female constrictor who wanted to be queen above all else. So far in her life, she had schemed her way through most, seduced her way through more, and whenever that didn't work, her false status kicked in.

She was a particularly viscous woman, who enjoyed torturing monkeys daily. She even went as far as to try and create her very own torture chamber just for her use. Anyone who was anyone knew that such things were reserved for the queens only. But this didn't stop her. She continued with her plans, even enlisting guards to help with her secret life, until she one day sought the help of the wrong Dhani. Somehow, the monkeys got out and panic reigned in the city. Everyone was up in arms to try and find them before they could escape, and all because of one female's careless actions. Of course they were all caught and brought down, but a lesson was taught to one Dhani who should have known better. You see monkeys are like rodents...hard to catch, hard to contain."

[Shayna]

Shayna experienced a little thrill of excitement when he removed his pants, her heart speeding a little in anticipation. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, not from embarrassment but from exhilaration. She molded her body against his when he pulled her close, her arms raised to cling to him to hold herself up from the onslaught of sensations he gave. Her hips rocked against his hand, her tongue tasted and tangled with his. Every touch, every kiss drove some response from her, a tremble, a moan, a soft unintelligible word. With every push further he gave, strengthened her resolve to drive his pleasure to higher heights as well.

When he lifted her, her legs raise to wrap around his waist, opening herself up to him. With every step toward the bed their lower bodies brushed, swayed and bumped suggestively against each other. Her hands clutched against his hard body, until she felt the straw mattress against her back, and his lips and tongue were dancing across her breasts. Then she allowed her hands to roam once more, one raised to tangle in his own black locks as her back arched to offer herself more fully to him. Her other hand slid down his back, and around his hip, and had to stretch just a little to reach what she sought. Her fingers curling around him gently, her oddly colored eyes wide as she listened to his story as best as she could with the distractions.

The story seemed, to Shayna, to warn her about her own ambitions. It seemed to speak of how easily high ambitions could turn and destroy all one has worked for if they are not careful. Shayna intended to be very careful, not just for her own ambitions any more though, but for her master's as well. While her fingers stroked, squeezing ever so gently, Shayna's hips raised with a silent plea.

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[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru mused over the fact that she was curious about the Myrians. He could talk them up, but it also annoyed him beyond reason that the race was still alive and running free in the jungle. They were a blight amongst the world, and each and every race would be better if they weren't around. The trickster could go on and on about it for days, but Shayna seemed more interested in doing other things. With her soft, small hands stroking him, it was hard for him to even reach the end of the story. He would have thought that she might have more questions about the monkeys, but the teen stayed silent and continued to stroke him, showing where her mind really was at the moment.

He finished the story, his own hips moving to work his length inside her palm at the same time. Once the story was over, Mamoru cupped her breasts into his hands and suckled them eagerly. He lavished her body with his affections, not taking any short amount of time to do so. While holding her shimmering flesh in both hands, he planted kisses between them, slowly working his way down her body to press his lips and tongue against her stomach. He drew a line of wet kisses further down her belly, until he shifted and lifted her legs to rest on each of his shoulders. Mamoru kissed even lower, finding the source of heat that seemed to be driving her and lapped at her sensitive flesh roughly with his tongue and open mouth.

It was as if Shayna possessed within her the liquid of life, and he drank the teen with a thirst that he hadn't felt in a very long time. His hands moved up her thighs as he caressed them, and he took her hips firmly, lifted her body closer to him and devoured the girl with an intense, lustful instinct that could only be known as Dhani. If she wanted to hear more of his stories some other time, he would be glad to tell them, but for now he wouldn't be satisfied until she was.