New Master

Kyret submitted docilely again as Djeretu kissed her, nuzzling against her neck and gently biting her ear. She knew next to nothing in the ways of pleasuring a male, but her mother had told her that submission to his desires--whatever and whenever they might be--was the greatest thing she could offer him. Besides a Kana son.

And so his desire had overtaken him as he came to oversee her work in the stables. It wasn't his private quarters, but he was her master, and so she must comply. He had actually started to take her several nights before; as soon as he'd penetrated her, and she'd bitten off a cry of pain, he'd stopped with some surprise. He apparently hadn't known she was as yet untouched; to her own surprise he'd pulled himself out and sent her back to her own quarters, asking that she try to prepare herself for when he should desire her next. She wasn't certain why he hadn't taken her then, as was his right; but as always she obliged.

And now, out in the stables, somehow his passion had been aroused; after watching her feed the Sha for some time he'd approached and begun kissing and touching her. She let the container of food she'd been carrying fall and submitted without a word. He had been a good master to her, so far; she wished not to disappoint him.

Although...she desired him also, had for a long time, though it was wrong for Moru to long after their masters. So she said nothing of her own feelings. Djeretu was too lost in the taste of her to notice. She opened her mouth when his tongue brushed against her lips, arched her neck when he nuzzled behind her ear, caressed his sides when he touched hers.

He began to remove her clothing, and she let him. So it would be here, among the hay and the milling Sha, that her master would take her. She stood silently, eyes closed, feeling the clothes shed her body. Djeretu touched her shoulder. She submitted to the slight pressure and knelt down. She'd heard of this and so knew what to expect; it was something the Apsiu sometimes did, before enjoying each other, and so her mother had described it to her. She reached for Djeretu's kilt, lifting it up slightly and closing her eyes. Her hands found what she was looking for; moving forward, she closed her mouth around her master's member, which had already risen from its sheath, feeling it throb in her mouth, knowing she was doing right from the low groan he let out. She swirled her tongue, moving little; it was he instead who moved, in, and out, slowly, groaning and throbbing within her.

At the far end of the stable, Kyret's young brother peered out from one of the stalls where he'd hidden on hearing their master come in. He supposed Kyret knew he was there, but not the Kana. Curious, he looked down in their direction and could see them. His sister knelt before the Kana, her face hidden, her back to him. The Kana himself held her head in his hands, below and between his legs; his head was tipped back slightly and his eyes closed, his wings flaring. As he held Kyret to him he moved, pushing his hips forward, drawing back, pushing forward, rocking on the balls of his feet. He let out a noise, a groan deep and throaty with pleasure. The boy watched him move faster, the breath rasping in his throat, until after several moments he gripped Kyret's head, pushed hard, and froze, hips quivering, a forced groan escaping him as his head fell back...

Kyret felt Djeretu stiffen, tasted the sudden thick, warm flood in her throat as he came; she swallowed quickly, and heard her master let out his breath. His grip loosened and she pulled away. Now that she had pleasured him adequately...he would take her as any Kana took his females.

It wasn't that long, either, before he knelt to kiss her again. He removed his armor, a bit quickly--his breath was coming fast. A gentle but firm nudge on her arm steered her in the right direction, her hands on the side of the stall, her back to him. She waited patiently. Within moments she heard a rustle--his wings--and felt his touch, against her own wings. He'd been startled when he'd first seen them, the first time they'd been alone together and he'd undressed her; the sight of such perfectly formed wings on a female was surprising enough. She knew now that he found them attractive, and they aroused him. The thought left her head as soon as she felt his touch move lower, gently separating her buttocks; she lifted her tail and then felt a throbbing heat--pushing into her--she bit her lip, but the pain was almost nonexistent this time--and a moment later she was kneeling, submitting once again as her master rocked into her, clutching her hips firmly.

She could tell she pleasured him greatly. His breath was short and heavy, the sounds he let out--a low moan, a thick grunt as he pushed--deep with animal desire. She was glad he enjoyed her. She enjoyed the feeling of him inside her, as well, though she said nothing...

Kyret's brother watched with curiosity. Both of them now, Kyret and their master, were naked, Kyret kneeling with her hands on the stall wall, her master holding her hips and pushing into her from behind. He leaned far over her, his wings fanning out, and bit lightly at the nape of her neck, his teeth scoring her skin; briefly his hands slid up under her, caressing and squeezing her breasts. Kyret gasped and her mouth opened; the boy could tell she enjoyed the act as much as her master did. He hadn't known it could be something that would be enjoyable. He wondered exactly how it felt for them.

As he watched the Kana brought himself up again, so Kyret stayed kneeling almost prostrate, himself kneeling upright; his fingers sank into her hips and he pushed harder, forcefully. He grunted heavily with each push. After several moments--as he moved faster and harder--Kyret herself began to cry out--her master pushed, lifting her hips up slightly--she let out a short, high-pitched bleat, whether of pain or pleasure her brother couldn't be sure. But her master continued to rock, continued to push...

Kyret's fingers gouged into the wood. Djeretu's own fingers sank into her skin; she cried out, once, again, as he thrust into her, once, twice, again...his pushing was such that he lifted her up from the ground, so she rode high on his member. The sensation spread through her whole body, the sharp sting of ecstasy mixed with a tinge of pain--she could no longer bite her tongue and simply submit passively. Her head tossed back and her wings flared--she bleated at the air, and heard her master growling along with her cry...

Djeretu himself--he'd been holding himself in as long as he could, and had had to take her then and there before it exploded within him; he thanked the gods for her submissiveness and willingness to comply. Now he could only push harder, and harder--he heard her crying out, and at first assumed she was in pain, but then noticed the way she threw her head back, the way her wings flared out--and realized with some surprise that she enjoyed it just as much as he. He'd never thought of that, that she might succumb to lust the way he had; he'd truthfully never known the Moru were capable of such emotions. Yet here was proof--even as he rode her harder her cries grew louder, and her wings began to flap, beating in time with his thrusts. The motion aroused him in a way he'd never known; with a fierce growl he grabbed her hips even tighter and rammed within her, once, twice, repeatedly--Kyret squealed and her wings moved faster, and he felt his own wings beating--by sheer luck they didn't rise into the air, but stayed on the ground--their coupling growing faster, frenzied...

Kyret's brother's eyes grew. His sister and her master moved more quickly than ever. Kyret was wailing now, a high, loud whine; the Sha started shuffling around nervously at the sound. Both her and her master's wings beat rapidly--her brother watched with awe, lest they rise into the air from the sheer pressure of their lovemaking. Their master--Djeretu--only growled, but after a few moments the growl rose in his throat, becoming a snarl--he pounded into her mercilessly, their hips bucking, their buttocks contracting in their frenzy of lust--and before the boy knew it Kyret screamed shrilly, the Kana let out a fierce bellow--both of their backs arched--and he watched their master's hips spasm as he emptied himself into her, their wings stretched wide and frozen in the air. As soon as his hips stopped moving Kyret let out a moan and sank to the ground as if dead; the Kana's head and wings both lowered, and the boy could see how exhausted they both were, their chests heaving and a sheen of sweat covering them. Djeretu removed himself from Kyret and the boy could see his member, before so large and magnificent, now lower back down into his sheath. They lay still, panting.

He stayed in hiding, behind the stall. He couldn't leave while they were still present; he had no way of knowing how their master would react to finding him there, watching them. After some time had passed, and they'd both rested themselves, the Kana pushed himself back up; he retrieved his clothing and re-dressed himself, and then, to the boy's surprise, he took Kyret by the hand and helped her to her feet. She stood silently while he picked up her clothing and helped her dress herself, even brushing some loose hay from her fur. He was even more surprised--and could tell Kyret was too--when the Kana took her by the arm, in an almost courtly gesture, and led her from the stable and back to his house. They disappeared from the boy's view, and he finally stood up and stretched his sore muscles, wondering where they were going off to.

He was perplexed, and knew the same stood for Kyret. For a Kana elite, Djeretu certainly didn't act much like a Kana. Not much like a Kana at all.

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