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There were still things to teach both girls too. Lessons from the priest. The touch of non-humans. These were things that ought to be done while they waited. “I will arrange lessons with the priest for both of you. Teach more about Vanoria, your place in it. Perhaps tonight it is time to teach you to enjoy the taste of…others. Or you can take your fellow slave, let her experience it. Perhaps experiment with more extreme ones, before you do.” He did not refer to Lilana as her sister. They were his slaves now. That is what they would be until they accepted each other as sisters again. -
The prisoner watched with some horror, seeing how completely Aliana had changed. No hesitation or reluctance in her voice, complete honesty. He had heard stories, but now he saw the results of the enslavement in process. Another proof of the enemy's power. Could they possibly win? He did not know about trying to convince them to surrender, but he had to at least warn them. The last of his fellow soldiers. He forced himself to his feet, took the opportunity given and ran. Honorious quietly watched, until he was out of sight. "You might get your chance to kill him later. Depends on if he tries to convince them to surrender, and if they listen." He said it indifferently. He would not kill them if they did surrender, but he would feel no guilt cutting them down, if they still tried to fight. I will give them a few days, before we march and see what happens. We'll find ways to keep you busy until then. Plenty of work, plenty of fun." He would be spending plenty of time with her, but others would have their share as well.
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They continued down the plain halls, seemingly randomly at first. Passing a number of doors that Amy could only guess what was on the other side. Skye would only know better, if some sort of smells were slipping. But after a time, they seemed to be on the right track, going on a direct path, that Amy began to find more familiar. She did not say anything though, wanted Skye to rely on her senses, learn to use them in new ways. It was working so far. Eventually they made it to the door. “Good girl. You are already getting good at this. Will have to test how well you do with other smells later, less familiar ones. Amy figured her scent would be a favorite of Skye’s. Easier than most. “Was there anything else interesting, you noticed on the way?”
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“Let’s see if you find anything else interesting. Though I’m not sure what there is, I only saw parts of the building.” As Amy said that, another thought came her mind. A test, or fun challenge. “As we go, you also see if you can use your nose to find the room I slept in last night.” She was not sure how easy that would be, how close Skye would have to get. But maybe eventually lingering hints of her scent from before could lead Skye to the room.
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Amy took a look at the machines, out of curiosity, but did not buy anything. She then turned to watch Skye, letting her have as much as she wanted. There was not a lot on a table, and it would not be a big deal if she ate it all. As long as it did not trouble her stomach, so soon after the procedures, it was fine if she ate as much she wanted. She did not sit though, since it might not take her very long to eat and they might move to another room soon after.
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They technically were not staff. Amy suspected they would be let into most rooms though. Skye was an important enough project to them, she was likely to be allowed anywhere that delicate work was not being done. She open the door, the room was empty, but there was a little food on a table in the middle of the room, and a few vending machines against the wall. A few chairs and a small couch surrounding it. "If you want to eat some it, go ahead." Skye was supposed to generally eat dog food from here on, but she would not mind if Skye occasionally ate human food, especially in rare cases like this.
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Amy was not sure what Skye was smelling, or where they were going but she followed along. There was the occasional smell of various people, who passed by linger smells from cleaning materials. If she got too close to a bathroom door, there would probably be surprising smells. Hints of various food smells were also coming up as they approached both a small cafeteria and a break room, where some of the staff ate.
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Amy walked over to the door, opened it and let Skye follow her out. It was a plain hall without much in it, but maybe it would still be interesting to Skye. Smells of people who had recently walked though, maybe linger smells or faint sounds she wanted to follow. Amy simply walked slowly down the hall, at Skye’s side, seeing what she would do. She was not leading Skye anywhere specific.
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Amy watched Skye. “Take your time. Both with the soreness and getting used to your new senses. We can wander around a little outside the room, if you want.” Were there any interesting scents to follow, other things she wanted to explore? “We can also find a place for you to relax, if the pain becomes problematic.” Skye was supposedly going to be well enough to leave today, but it would not hurt to let her rest if she needed to. It was most important she did not hurt herself by getting too excited.
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It was a little unusual, feeling the wings spread around him too, Maxim kept going, finally starting to go harder. Seeing how much she enjoyed that. While it felt good either way, he was looking forward to giving her what she wanted most and would not hold back, if that was what she wanted. He felt like he did not have to hold back, she said as much earlier. She was happy with it as long as it was with him. In time they might mix in more of her old experiences, in a more positive. It was risky, he did not to treat her like a slave for real or make her feel like one again, but they could potentially draw on her past to make this even better for both of them.
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The sounds and reactions of Anahel’s mouth were a slight distraction, but Maxim worked through it. Her embrace showed how much she was also enjoying it, perhaps for the first time ever. It encouraged him to keep going, not stop. Based on she before, he guessed she wanted it hard. But he was going to gradually increase the speed. For now he continued as he had been. He wanted to feel more of her reactions, encourage that embrace, make her not want to let go.
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It continued for a few moments, before Maxim finally decided it was time. He shifted his position, guided himself in and began going. It was eager, aggressive, but not especially so. He could not help continue to kiss her as he went. It was a pleasure good enough that it almost could not be described, felt like a blessing, though he assumed she was already more or less human down there, there was nothing especially holy about what they were doing.
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Maxim figured even this was something familiar yet different to Anahel. Something plenty of men had done to her before, but in a different way, pure lust, and using her more like an object. He did not have any real experience here, but he was glad to continue teaching her the differences. Words she had said lingered on his mind, possibilities for later, but he was going to keep it simple for now. Give her something special, both in how it felt, and just maybe something else much more special on the longer term. He would start that soon, but he took the moment to enjoy this. This was also more than he had hoped for, having expected a political marriage, with a woman was likely to be beautiful, maybe enjoyable sex, but not especially close. This was different though, and it would only get stronger between them as they fought, lived and eventually ruled together.
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This was what Maxim had been waiting, enjoyable as what came before was, this was what he really wanted. The first attempt, the chance of binding her to him forever, a family. The marriage ceremony to be was a formality, more for others. This was what would truly bind them. He would do it soon. For now though he laid over her, she could feel the hint of what was to come. So familiar but new. He would wait a moment to enter her though. For now he acted on the passion that had been building up, kissing her deeply, eagerly. Showing that while he still thought of her as an Angel, she was increasingly a woman in his mind. His woman.
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It would take a little while to give Anahel what she really wanted. What they both really wanted. Her words motivated him to make it come quicker though. Going strong, hard, fast, he finally released inside her, the second of three holes down. As he caught his breath, he quickly pulled out. To give Anahel the chance to do the spell again and any other repositioning and preparations she wanted to do.
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It kept going for a while. A hard steady pace. Not rushed, but eager to get to the part he expected to be even better, and was necessary for their main goal. He was thinking less about the moment though, he could not ignore it completely, he had grown up as royalty, knowing that was his duty. But it was not the priority, for now the priority was Anahel and the pleasure. He could feel it beginning to build, he was eager to give it to Anahel, like she wanted.
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The girl needed a lot of practice, a lot more training. It was fairly impressive, the progress she was making though. “Keep it up like that, it will gradually become more and more natural. Feel more and more like it is part of your body. That won’t happen today of course, nor for a while. But that will be the eventual goal. As simple movements become more natural, challenge yourself with more complex ones. Learn to her body by reflex, as much as your own.” That would be the goal for now, of course they would eventually explore other sorts of magic, probably while she was in the middle of this practice. But they would wait a little.
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Equals was the goal, though for Maxim it was still a little hard to think of them that way. For him it was the opposite problem though, hard not to think of an Angel as a superior. Of course she was eventually going to becoming something else, not quite human, but more human than Angel. He was keeping that in mind. She was essentially his fiancé at this point too at least, if not unofficial wife. That was his thinking, he wanted her to enjoy it at least as much as him, if not more. Make her feel the advantage she had over Sarnia in their competition, whichever one won the race to motherhood. He did not relax, he was putting everything he could into it. For her to enjoy it as much as she could, it might shorten things a little, but he could still go for a while.
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Maxim tightened his grip, adjusted his position and began going harder. His breath getting a little harder as he went. It felt rather good, he was now looking forward to what was coming when he was done here. Going deep as he could, fast and rather hard. Trying to give her what she wanted. Imagining what she might do later, encouraging her to want to act on her past experiences a little.
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She would get plenty in time. Maxim wanted to believe she would enjoy the inter hole even more, but he was not going to switch just yet, she wanted to feel him cum back here, and he would do it. He kept the same pace up, let her be the one to call out if she wanted it harder. Or in a different way. If she wanted to try to feel anything else from her past in a way that made it feel better.
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Maxim could not get any hint of what was going through Anahel’s mind. He could see she was enjoying it in the moment though. That kept him going. They had a more practical goal, a life changing goal. But both wanted to please the other as well. Anahel’s magic would help that too, keep him going. He kept up his pace, a taste of what would come, to remind her of sex. All the things she used to, but with the attempt to reinforce her new positive feelings about it.
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Not as strong a mix as it could be then. The old memories were only somewhat mixing with the new. Then again, admitting she did not care how she was used was probably the slave talking. Would her old training impact how she thought and acted during sex? Maxim did not intend to overdo it, they were fighting against slavery, he did not want to reinforce Anahel’s old thoughts too much. But he would test, to see her old experience impacted how much she liked certain things, how she did them. He firmly plunged in. He had no experience doing this, but Anahel likely encouraged it for a reason, whether she knew it or not. It did not take long for him to start going an energetic pace. Fast but not especially hard. Testing her reactions, wondering whether it brought back any connection to her past.
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It was a surprising sight still, to see Anahel like this. Maxim was more the old her, or who she was becoming. It was not something he was going to complain about. At this point though he did suspect she was at least partially drawing on old memories. Remembering the little she enjoyed from her previous life. It was another delay on the goal they were after, but Maxim was willing to indulge this side of Anahel when it was what she wanted, see where it led. "Is this a sign of you already changing?" He wondered, suspecting a pure angel had no need for this, either for sexual purposes or waste. Biologically she seemed to be a mix of human and angel, becoming perhaps more human. "Remembering more of your old life? Did you used to enjoy this?" He wanted to be careful talking about her old life, but it was probably good to draw it out to a degree. Her old memories and thoughts. Mix her old life with her current one. As he asked the question, he slid the shaft between the cheeks, but did not enter. Waiting on her answer and teasing her a little, make her wonder which hole he was going to use.
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With a grunt he felt it come out, a thick warm stream into Anahel's mouth. He paused to wait, feel the angel's less pure side as she swallowed it and to wait to see what she did next. Did she have a plan to draw on past experience to continue pleasing him, or was she going to do something else. With her power and magic, he did wonder if she could deal with the usual complication, make him able to go again without rest. Which 'Anahel' would take the next step, the slave, the angel, or the woman to be?
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He was sure it would be a familiar taste, she would recognize when she tasted it, if she did not already remember. Her skills from her previous life certainly helped. It felt like she had never stopped, the lifetime of training and practice was still inside her. She could draw on them, if it did not overwhelm her, to please him in so many ways. To try to compete. She had the choice, to willingly the please the man she loved, much as she pleased her former master. ”Just…a little more…”. He could feel it building up, just a matter of time. Already Anahel got slight taste of it, his body also telling her how much she was pleasing it, begging for more.
