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Protected? Maybe? It was something more primal between them at the moment. He did care about her in a way. She would never be completely his. It was probably better that way, but if she craved him in a way different from other men, that would make him happy. He did feel it right now, believed she meant every word she said. It felt so good, he firmly gripped her hips, but let her move at her pace, he wanted to feel it. He was still having a harder time thinking clearly, speaking, but he managed something this time. “…It’s…different?…Better?” Anya had done this before, he was curious how different it was, how much was the lube, how much was him?

I’ve been wrestling with making one. But I already have a whole bunch of RPs going on.

What man Logan would be after this was hard to say. He would not be like he was now, but he would also be different from when he stepped into this room. He would probably be capable of being more confident and successful with women in general. But right now, he only had desire for this one. Love was probably not the word for it, but he was intensely attracted to her. Something a little stronger than friends with benefits, but not love. Intensely sexual, but deeper than the relationship whores had with most customers. He wanted to see where it went. He had one idea too, an instinctual one, that he might consider for another time. For now though, he just kept pounding and eventually came. He was not done though, he had a desire to empty every drop he could into her. Anya could feel it, he was still hard, still wanted her, but he paused just a moment, to catch his breath. If she wanted to do something, she could easily take the initiative, to show him just how much she wanted him too,

That would happen soon. Mirina wanted it too. One more step to make it even more official. "...Whenever you want, however you want. I'm completely yours." If Anahel wanted to do it in a specific way she would do that. Otherwise she would improvise. Try to think of the best way for someone who was still relearning sex, and have never done it as a man. That was another thing Anahel had to get used to, in addition to being a mistress. She would ease her into all of it though. She looked forward to a future when Anahel might be more used to doing both, at least occasionally acting like her old master. She would teach the angel to remember what it was like to be a slave too, why it was so hard to break someone out of it, without something like reincarnation. "...Just tell me how you want to do it...do you want to lead, or should I?" She was used to doing it both ways, depending on her master's whims. But what would someone like Anahel do, who never lived as a man?

It was a start. Mirina could teach her mistress a new sort of pleasure. She was sure it felt different for a man compared to a woman. She was looking forward to seeing how she reacted. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, eagerly jerked it, waiting to see how quickly it got hard, whatever other reactions she might make. This was what she was trained for, to make her mistress feel good. And now she could do it in more familiar ways. "...Does it feel good? Are you starting to feel a little like a man, tempted to put it inside me?" She was curious what was going through the angel's mind, if just having one shifted her desires at all?

That was not something Mirina had expected. But now that she saw it, she was not surprised it was within an angel's power. It made her more in awe towards the other girl. She leaned over, looked at it. SHe took it in her hand. It felt real, just like she remembered. Completely real, completely functional. She craved it, made her desire her mistress more. "Remember what you can, what you did with your master...is there anything you want to do with it, or want me to do with it?" There was some glee in her voice, she could not help but stare. But she knew her place. She would give Anahel a chance to give instructions, before acting on her own desires. But yes, this allowed them to be a little closer to what they both remembered. The thing most lacking until now.

Like on the wall, I suggest Rave Blob love scene, because why not (and as a member of the fanclub).

Lilana was surprised her sister’s feelings changed so drastically, from considering him an enemy. But she could understand what she was saying…Was it really so wrong, to simply obey him, in return for everything he was giving them. They would never go hungry, never lack a place to live. The loss of their parents was sad, but it was an unfortunate side effect of war. They were not intentionally targeted. Their land had been conquered, they were Vanorians by blood now, but they were subjects of the emperor. ”…I…think I get it. We need to thank master.” She did not love him the same way, not yet, but she understood why her sister felt that way, saw how she might feel more in time. “…Let’s love him together…”. It was not there yet, but she was opening her heart to the possibility. In return, for saying that, and getting her sister to say what she did, she felt their master go harder. He would reward her for that, see if it helped the feelings at all.

Lilana found it hard to concentrate. She tried to answer her sister’s question. She had a feeling their master was asking for a little more, it was something she was curious too though, so she ask the more specific question too. “Aaaa…feels…so good…I want more, I want master.” For the moment she accepted it, as a woman, she desired him as a man. It was at least mostly sexual attraction at the moment. Her sister seemed to feel more, she wanted to understand her sister’s feelings. See if she would feel the same. “You said…you loved him…tell me more…”. Honorious was happy Lilana figured it out and asked. He might not have asked, thinking it might shake Aliana out of her mood, but if her sister asked, maybe she would be more willing to tell her honestly and more enthusiastically.

That was a strong statement. One Honorious might remind her of in the morning, if she looked less enthusiastic. He could see a little jealousy but he kept going. “Watch us closely, how good we feel. You know what she is feeling. Encourage her, tell her feelings for me, why you feel them, encourage her to feel the same.” He was going to get everything he could out of this moment, pushing Aliana further into his arms, and using her to do the same to her sister. It was fascinating to watch. The more progress he made tonight, the more they might start to push each other to the breaking point later. He went a little harder, making Lilana moan louder as he waited to hear Aliana’s words.

That was part of the trick of course. They would never have an equal relationship. There would always be times he hurt them. But Honorious intended to be one of those masters who treated his slaves with a degree of kindness after they completely submitted. They would be like that other girl someday, bragging about him, telling other slaves to be how much they loved him, how loyal they were. In Aliana’s case he would give her another purpose, to fight and kill for him. Be the soldier she already was, but with a different relationship to her commander. He could picture it now, how viciously she would fight anyone he told her to, or go from trying to kill him, to killing anyone who tried to hurt him. He longed to see her after she was truly his. That was why he would do this right, teach her to become that. But for now, he was claiming her sister some more. Lilana was not jealous their master wanted Aliana more. She might feel a little pity about it later, but for now she was like her sister. “Please, master, more…more…”. She begged as she moaned. Deep down she understood, she would want more of this later. This man was so strong, his armies so strong, maybe this was right after all. Maybe he deserved to have them, in whatever way he wanted. Deep down, she was beginning that, though there was still denial on the surface. She just wanted this moment for now.

Honorious could see how Aliana was reacting. Still into it. “Look forward to this. This will be a regular experience in the future. The three of us, I will you both attention. Just know I desire you more than any woman. Remeber that, as you serve me.” He put into words what Aliana may have already felt, to make it clear how he felt. It was not love, but she was special to him in a way. Another manipulation, though it was also how he honestly felt. Something else to feed her doubts in the future, feed her temptation to give into him completely

Lilana squeezed her sister’s hand, then looked up at her master, though she avoided eye contact. It would begin soon. The first time she did this willingly. Then it happened, she felt it slide in, naturally but a tight fit. Her body welcomed it, it had been preparing for this. He did not start at full strength, but he did not hold back either, going at a strong pace. She could not help moaning. There was none of the disgust from before. It felt so good. She was starting to understand how her sister felt, but knew it would just get better.

Honorious let it continue for a moment. It did feel good, he wanted to encourage her to be into it. But he was ready. "That's enough. Lay next to your sister. It is time to learn how she felt." Liliana obediently raised her head laid next to her sister, looked at her silently as she spread her legs for her master. She let out a soft moan as his finger roamed around. "Your sister wanted this really badly." He told Aliana. "Don't worry, she will love it too." He laid over her, getting into position, letting the sisters have their moment. This would be a bonding moment of sorts, neither would forget this night. How he made them feel. There was still a little hesitation deep down on Lilana's part, but she wanted it so badly, she pushed it aside. How could she not want to feel what her sister felt? It looked like it felt so good.

Lilana was not an expert yet, only her second time doing this. But it was enough she was doing it because she wanted to. With enthusiasm. She saw her sister open her eyes, looked at her with a look somewhat like what Aliana gave her her. A look intended to say, ‘look at me, we are the same, we will do this together.’ She was on some level encouraging her sister to give in, looking for reassurance she should do the same. Aliana was a Vanorian soldier now. Under her master’s command in a new way. She could not follow that path, but would she end up serving a different way as well? It was starting to get harder. Between that and Aliana watching, she began bobbing her head a little, showing both her master and sister she craved it, liked the feel of it in her mouth. It would not be too long before they started doing it.

Aliana would watch later, both were sure of that. Even Lilana wanted it to a degree. She wanted more encouragement from her sister. That it was good to do this, thought what she said earlier was already encouraging her. There was no reluctance in her movement, possibly enjoyment. But that was maybe natural, she wanted this inside her. She wanted the man who just had his way with her sister, to feel the same thing. She was doing that to encourage it. She was not quiet about it either. She made sure her sister could hear it, know what she was doing. That they would share their master, the sisters could even consider it a family of sorts. They were not wives, but they both beginning to be at least attracted to him, though Lilana did not yet love him the way her sister was starting too. Would she say something like that before the night was over?

It had been getting harder to restrain himself anyway. Honorious could not have lasted much longer. Aliana’s orgasm brought him to his own, he gave the slave what she wanted. She had given herself to him a little more. She might feel some regret in the morning, but she could not deny these were her genuine feelings in the moment. She wanted him, was starting to love him in the way slaves loved their masters. Eventually she would embrace the feelings. He would encourage it, with pain and pleasure. Once he was done, he pulled out, looked to the younger sister. He could the conflict on her face, she did not want to be his, but she badly wanted to feel what her sister felt. They were both beginning to fall, taking their first steps to becoming like the other girl. It would still take some time, but both had started to willingly embrace it, there was no turning back now. ”Show me how much you want it. Your master needs some help before you can share your sister’s pleasure.” With some reluctance, Lilana used her earlier experience, to try to please him. Taking his shaft into her mouth, running her tongue around it, sucking it, trying to make it hard again.

That was interesting. Amy understood the context, of course. It was just what she warned Skye might happen. That being the case, had understood why the fighting over her, what the consequences were. “Faster than I expected. How did you feel, while they were fighting? How do you feel about him now?” She was curious, how much of a blend was there between her human and dog ways? Did it appeal to on a primal level, instincts that human tried to bury but Skye had begun to embrace? While she would not want to see anyone serious hurt, she could imagine appeal of being fought over. It was just one more thing encouraging Skye to embrace being a dog.

Sometime later Amy finally returned. She had been curious to see how Skye had progressed over the day. Whether anything new happened or not. She was also holder the package with the new toy she ordered for Skye, something else for the girl to look forward to. She came out to the yard to see how things were, spend a little time with all of them before providing their dinner, She did see Skye and the lab together. It did look like there had been some sort of change. She knew all of them well enough, even Skye now, if not to quite the same degree as the others. She walked over to the two of them. "Have a good time while I was gone?" She at least thought Skye looked on the content side, not bored or lonely. "What was your first day alone with the boys like?"

It was an acknowledgment of her new place. One Skye had seemed to have done willingly, maybe enthusiastically. The others accepted that. The lab wagged his tail. They had already become friends, now they were something else. Amy especially would be interested in learning about this, see where it. To see how a girl like Skye adjusted to it, exactly how she interacted and felt about the lab. Having just mated, the lab did not feel the need to do the same. He was content having won her and she seemed to be happy about it. He let her show her affection, looking forward to Amy seeing this. Amy might have been owner and mistress of all of them, an alpha female. He felt was in second place now, having won the only other female.

The fight went on for some more minutes. It gradually went more and more in the lab’s favor. He wore the other dog down further, though there were a few brief moments of fighting back. Eventually he backed away, though. The lab stood there triumphantly, looking at the others, without a sound, telling them, ‘she’s mine’. For now at least, the others accepted that. Skye was his mate, and only his. Eventually the tension would rise and there would be another challenge. For now though, they accepted he had proven himself worthy. The others all then started to watch Skye. Did she feel the same, that she was his now? If she did, how would act around him? Would she be more around him than the others? She had a new place in the pack, and none of them knew yet what it would mean.

Mirina was happy to help Anahel, encourage her, get her closer to Maxim, if that was what she wanted. That was her responsibility, the happiness of her mistress. She would do something like this to help it. She was a little surprised at Anahel’s offer, not sure what she meant. The first thought was acting like a mistress, but magic had nothing to do with that. She could not help but be curious. “Please do, mistress.” There was an eagerness in her voice, a happiness for receiving whatever Anahel thought she was longing for, that she could provide. She pulled her hands back, leaned back and waited.

Was she already thinking about it? That reaction seemed to suggest she was interested, that she at least liked the idea now, if she had not thought of it before. “You are his only hope of winning this war. He has no army. I have seen how powerful the Vanorian army is…though I have also seen your power.” Mirina was perhaps attracted to just how powerful Anahel was, one of various ways she was attracted to the Angel. ”I’m sure right now he is hoping to marry some foreign princess, rebuild his power, get a strong ally that way. Royalty tends to think that way…but if you two keep fighting together…if he starts to look at you as a woman…if you give hints that being an Angel doesn’t make you off limits for him…it may not be long before he begins to desire you. He might even desire you already.” Mirina suspected Anahel being an angel was the biggest obstacle, causing Maxim to see her as a holy being, something forbidden. But if he was pushed in the right direction, maybe it would change.

Mirina suspected her mistress was never touched quite like this, even in her old life. She could only guess what sort of master the Angel had, she just hoped it was not quite as bad as she suggested it was earlier. There was a cruelty in the system, always violence, even after the breaking, but there were degrees. Hopefully Anahel had lived a longer life, felt the sort of loyalty she had for her own master. The Angel might destroy the system, if she led the prince to victory and conquest of Vanoria, there might not be any new slaves. Though the question of what would happen to existing slaves, like Mirina, was more up in the air. She was concerned with that, she would just love to please her mistress, give her a taste of that life again. Now that they had developed a new sort of relationship, she pushed again, her old curiosity. “You can have it again of course, in several ways. You remember it deep down, I think, still feel a draw to powerful men.” She said as she continued to the touch the Angel. “You can’t give yourself to the emperor of course, he is your enemy…though I wonder if he was your emperor in your past life.” How long had Anahel been an angel. Was she young enough to have lived during his reign, or was it one of his ancestors. She was curious if her mistress had been a Vanorian by blood, or from one of their conquests. She finally got to the point she was making. “He would not be a master. He hates Vanoria too much, but I’m sure you could find a taste of it again with the prince.” It seemed natural to Mirina, she figured it would to others later. The prince and his Angel, in their holy war, would it be that much of a surprise if they became a couple? Mirina was not bothered by the idea of sharing her mistress with a man. They were different relationships, with only some similarities.

Mirina had been hopeful Anahel could think of something. But it was up to her. She was committed though to figuring something out. She looked over her mistress' body. Almost the same as her own. The halo had been fun and effective, but she wanted to think of something a human would experience, a little closer to what she had done in the past, and what the old Anahel would have experienced. That was the focus of today, things like her trying to be a temporary mistress would wait for later. She considered things her master, and to a degree other men did. They were always more focused on their pleasure, it was rare they did something especially for her. That left her with less experience with the sort of things they could have done to her as man or woman. But she decided to try various things. She sat on the bed next to Anahel, one hand teased near her crotch, between the legs but not all the way. Another hand firmly groped at her breast, rubbing it a little with her palm. She still had to get a little used to doing this with another woman, but it being Anahel made it more appealing.