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NOTE: This was written by MasterAaran and Eirene. Trynnia is copyright to Eirene, while Aaran, Frelth, Relenth, and Father are copyright to MasterAaran. Posted with permission from my co-author.

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The next morning, Trynnia woke early. She wanted to wake her Master appropriately, and smiled to herself, thinking about what he'd instructed her on the night before. She wasn't going to need her hands to touch him, but she was going to need to use her mouth on him. She wiggled free and slid down against him, licking her way down his body, then licking his cock, then moved down a little more, sucking and licking his balls before slipping her mouth over the tip of his cock and sucking on him. Her arms were behind her back, her hands holding each other.

Aaran moaned in his sleep, his body reacting as his cock became hard quickly. He was still deep in his dreams when she started, so he didn't wake immediately. As she slipped her mouth over his length, his mind began to surface, floating up through the layers of dreams and sleep until his eyes cracked open and looked down. He kept his eyes at slits to make sure that she was doing as instructed, and when he saw that she was, he opened them fully, saying in a half groan, "Good morning Trynnia"

Trynnia moaned softly in response, not stopping her ministrations on her Master's cock, sucking and licking his shaft, then again moving her head down to lick and suck on his balls some more before moving back up to his length and bobbing up and down on him, sucking hard. After a couple minutes, she looked up at him for a second, took a deep breath, then deep throated him.

He gave her an appreciative groan as she sucked him, remaining where he was, not moving to let her work on him. He saw her breathe in deeply, and then she suddenly shoved her entire head down on his cock, he felt the tip enter her throat, and her muscles contract. He moaned, and his cock throbbed, ready to release from the intense feelings. He nodded at her, and then without warning, his cock began shooting into her throat.

Trynnia took shallow breaths as her Master came down her throat, her muscles rippling over his thick shaft, pulling more out of him before she slowly lifted her head up, gulping his seed down as he filled her mouth. Only after he finished cumming, and she made sure to suck him clean (not dry yet), did she sit back on her heels and release her hands to let them rest on her thighs. "I hope waking my Master with my mouth sucking him off is allowed. But if not, I'll take my punishment for doing before asking. I just thought my Master would like to be woken that way once in a while. And Good Morning, Master."

Aaran bucked his hips a few times as his hot sperm filled his sister's throat, and she swallowed it down. He sighed as she came up off of him, and answered her question, "Yes, Slave... it is allowed to wake me like that, but next time, make sure you ask before we go to sleep." he sat up in bed and looked her over, "First day of training Slave... Do you have anything to say before we begin?"

Trynnia nodded as she was told how to approach waking her Master with a blowjob in the mornings. Then again as he asked her if she had anything to say before beginning her training. "I love you, Aaran," she said softly so her words couldn't be overheard at the door, in case her other brothers or Father were there. "May I kiss you before I become Slave and you become Master again?"

His face softened a bit and he nodded, motioning for her to scoot closer to him, he whispered, "I love you too Trynnia." He did love her. He knew it was her place now to be a slave, and he had even suggested it in the first place, but that didn't mean he didn't still love her. He would train her to be a slave, a better slave than any other, and he promised himself that he wouldn't be cruel.

Trynnia scooted closer, giving a happy purr of contentment hearing her brother's words, nuzzling the crook of his neck, inhaling his unique scent, then turned her face towards his, softly kissing along his jaw line.

As she came close, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, giving her a reassuring squeeze. He felt her kiss along his jaw, and he licked her ear. His hands rubbed her back to calm her.

Her face lifted fully, and she looked up at Aaran, adoration in her eyes before she closed them, and kissed him lightly, her lips only brushing over his a few times, letting her brother take control of the kiss. A soft moan slipped from her as she felt him rubbing her back, relaxing her.

He placed a hand in her hair on the back of her head, pressing her into him, his tongue pushing against her lips, demanding entrance. He continued to rub her back, feeling her muscles relax and give into him.

Her lips parted, giving him what he wanted, access to her mouth, her body becoming more pliant in his hands as he kept rubbing her back.

His hand on her back slipped down to rub her ass, his other massaging her side and breasts. His tongue swirled inside her mouth, flicking back and forth. He finally broke the kiss, inhaling as he did so to make up for the lack of oxygen. He smiled gently at her.

She moaned into the kiss as his hands stroked her body and his tongue explored her mouth. She was so lost in the kiss that when he broke it, she moaned again, just as softly, wanting his mouth back on hers. She caught her breath as well, and slowly opened her eyes to see him smiling up at her. "That was definitely a good morning kiss," she said softly, a smile on her lips.

He nodded, "Aye... but now we had best get up..." he said, rolling out of bed and going to his wardrobe, searching for something suitable to wear. He finally decided on a brown pair of breeches, tan shirt, with leather strapping on it with clips and buckles to hold things. He tossed it all on the bed, followed by a belt with attached dagger, which he usually carried. "One of your duties it helping your master dress if he wishes... I wish it, so your going to help me dress"

Trynnia slid from the bed, and walked over to the end of the bed, waiting for him to get done choosing his outfit for the day. "May I touch you to help you get dressed, Master?" She knew he said she could ask in his room, but outside the room, she was to refrain from asking for permission, waiting instead for it to be given to her. Her stomach suddenly growled at her, reminding her that she hadn't gotten to eat anything last night... well, anything other than her Master's cum. In fact, she hadn't eaten since lunch time yesterday. She blushed and looked down at the ground, but waited for her Master to let her know before she started helping dress him.

He gave a nod to her, "Yes you may" he said, watching her every move and action. He was proud of her for remembering to ask, glad that she was at least starting to get the hang of her new life. He did hear her stomach growl though, making the corners of his mouth draw up as he refrained from chuckling. He knew she was hungry, and she had to learn to trust that food would be given to her.

Trynnia hadn't said anything about eating, knowing her brother wouldn't let her starve. It was just embarrassing that her stomach had chosen that moment to growl at her. She got his underclothes first, then moved in front of him, kneeling down, holding the clothes ready for him to step into, her body there if he wanted to use her as a balancing 'stool', so to speak.

He stepped into his underclothing as she held it, letting her slide it up his legs and over his cock. He did not use her to balance himself yet, but instead waited for her to get the next piece of clothing. As she put his pants on, he did put a hand on her shoulder suddenly, trying to surprise her, and see if she could take it.

As she pulled his pants on, she felt his hand suddenly land on her shoulder, and while she gave a little start, she concentrated on what she was doing, remembering what he'd told her last night. Concentrate on her duties and nothing else, at least not until her duties were over. That was the gist of what her brother... no, her Master... had told her after she let her pleasure over take her. She'd probably get in trouble for her little start, but he had surprised her with his move.

He stayed resting on her shoulder until she had pulled up his pants, and then he let her up so that she could help with his shirt. she had to learn to take any distraction, and ignore it... hard as that may be. As she began to button his shirt, he reached forward and laid a hand on her slit, rubbing it, fingering.

Focus, Trynnia, she told herself, trying to ignore her Master's hand on her slit, though it was harder than he would have thought possible. Her hands trembled as she repeated in her mind one word. Focus. Finally, she got his shirt buttoned, though not without a misbutton or two, quickly fixed. She turned her attention to the belt, knowing that a slave was not allowed to handle dangerous weapons, and while a dagger couldn't do a lot of damage, she knew it was still dangerous. She would have to ask her Master to take the dagger off while she settled his belt around his waist. Looking up some, she said, "Master, could you remove the dagger from your belt so I may get it on you?"

He noticed the look of concentration on her face, and also the fact that her fingers began to tremble. He smiled at her, watching her try to work past the feelings he was creating inside her loins. As she picked up the dagger belt and asked him with a broken voice if he could take it out, he nodded. He used his free hand to grab the handle of the dagger and pull it from it's sheath. As he did so, his finger jammed up inside her slit, burrying itself to the knuckle inside her.

Trynnia trembled as her Master thrust his finger up into her, her body aching with desire from the morning lesson. She started to wrap the belt around him, but caught herself before she belted his arm to his body while his finger was buried in her slit. If she'd still been free, she would have, just to get him to laugh with her, but she knew if she did something like that now, she'd get into a lot of trouble. But she was having trouble getting it around him without making him move his arm, which she knew better than to even ask him to do. Not while he was training her, and this was the lesson.

He watched her intently, watching every emotion flick across her face as he shoved his finger into her wetness. He knew that he was making it very hard for her, but that was the point. He waited as she seemed puzzled about how to get his belt on him, but he wasn't giving her any hints. Of course, there was a way, she needed to gently slip it between his arm and his side, something hard to do with trembling fingers. As she waited for a moment, he decided to up the pressure, adding a second finger to the first.

Trynnia bit her lip as Aaran pushed a second finger into her, her body trembling as she almost dropped his belt. But she somehow found the strength to search for the way to put his belt on, despite the fact that she was on the verge of cumming from his fingers inside her. She stepped closer, and wrapped her arms around his waist, slipping his belt around him, and buckling it.

Aaran smiled at her and gave a nod, to show that she had done well and then he flicked his thumb across her clit a few times, before removing his fingers from her. He put the dagger back into his sheath on his belt, turned around to look in the mirror and double check his outfit for any mistakes. He used the opportunity of having his back turned to watch her also. He pretended to make a few adjustments of his own, and then turned back to her.

Trynnia gave a low moan as he flicked her clit, then quivered as he pulled his fingers from her. She looked down and turned to pick up some stray clothing, then moved to the bed, making it up. It was what she normally did anyway, but this time, she wasn't doing her Father's room first, but her Master's. She didn't realize he was watching her as she took care of his room, but when she finished, she turned to look at him, waiting for his next order.

"As I'm sure you know, slaves aren't usually allowed to wear clothing, that's true... but you are the family's personal slave, so you may occasionally be allowed. Sometimes you will be giving particular clothing to wear, but when you aren't there are certain rules that you have to follow." He sat and began to pull on his boots, then remembering that he wasn't supposed to dress himself and he gestured for her to do it, then he continued, "Rule One, you must not allow the clothing to completely obscure any part of your body, so the clothing has to always be sheer or see-through. Rule Two, you are to always be available for use whenever, wherever, however your master wants, this means no underwear..."

Trynnia listened to his words, then hurried to his side as he motioned to her to put his boots on, and knelt down, the soles of the first boot on her thighs as she guided his foot into it, then picked up the other, setting it in the same place and guided his foot into it as well. She nodded, then thought about clothes like he was describing, and shook her head slightly. "I had nothing like that when I had clothes, Master. And I'm certain you don't wear clothes like that. But since the family is in the slave business, maybe there are some in stock. Maybe something there will fit me."

Her comment brought a smile to his lips, but he managed not to laugh, he leaned down and whispered, "No, Trynnia, I most certainly don't" then he sat up and nodded, "Perhaps, I'll have to check what we have... we sell equipment and supplies for masters as well as the slaves themselves. Lace the boots slave..."

Trynnia nodded and looked for a pair of laces, knowing that her Master couldn't use the same laces he'd been using. They were filthy and starting to fray. She pulled the current ones out of his boots and went to where she knew he had them, and pulled out a new pair, since she'd stocked his room the day before. She threaded them in his boots and laced them up fully, then tied them at the top and tucked the laces in.

Aaran nodded and stood, giving her a smile, "Good so far, your learning quickly..." he stood and walked around the room, testing the boots. Satisfied that they were tied correctly, he went to the door and waited for her to follow him. He looked over at a painting hanging on the wall, a picture of their father and Mother, but mother was standing mostly obscured behind Father's chair. If one looked closely, they could see that the parts of her that were visible were naked skin. He sighed.

Trynnia followed her Master to the door, then looked up at the painting he looked at. She looked at it every time she came in here, but she never knew the woman in the picture. She figured it was one of Father's slaves in the past. But she just had to know. "Master, may I ask you a question?"

His attention was riveted on the painting for a few moments longer, and then he seemed to hear her, "Hmm? oh, Yes Trynnia, you may" He didn't take his eyes off of the painting as he answered her though.

"Master, who is the woman in that painting? I've wondered for so long, but never felt like I could ask."

Aaran looked over at her finally, "That's.... That's Mother" he said. His mind seemed a bit distant, as if he was remembering something, but then he shook his head and the fog seemed to clear, "That was shortly after she gave birth to Frelth, I remember the painter coming and father and mother standing for hours like that. That was the year before she died..."

Trynnia walked up to the painting, reaching her hand up towards the mother she never knew, then hung her head, looking at the ground. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to bring up haunting memories. If I hadn't been born, Mother would still be alive." Tears filled her eyes, and she bit her tongue, trying to keep from letting them fall. "How could any of you stand to look at me? It's my fault Mother died!"

He looked at her for only a moment, then glanced at the door and turned the key in it to make sure it was locked. He walked over to her and put an arm around her, like a big brother, not a master, "Shhhh... shhh Trynnia" he tried to soothe her.

She turned into his embrace, crying softly. "Now I know why Frelth hates me so much. But how could you and Relenth and Father stand to look at me, let alone be around me knowing that I killed Mother? And I look just like her! How could Father stand me, seeing Mother in me, and not having Mother around?"

He wrapped both of his arms around her , pulling her close to him, kissing her forehead, "Trynnia... I love you, you help me to remember mother. I don't know about Father, he never talked about mother much after she died. Relenth, he has just always been a bit cold about it..." he gave her a squeeze, "You didn't kill her..."

Trynnia slowly calmed down, held in her brother's embrace. "And I heard Frelth last night, jealous that he didn't get to know Mother the way you and Relenth did. I knew her less than anyone. If anything, I've always been envious that you and Relenth and Frelth did know her. All I know is what you all were saying last night, and what you just told me, Aaran." Her emotional state had taken a toll on her, since she usually kept things inside her, but it just all spilled from her, leaving her slightly weak feeling. She didn't know how much trouble that would lead her to later in the day.

He snuggled her in close to him, his chin on her forehead, A tear slipping from his eye and landing in her hair, "I'm sorry you didn't get to know her Trynnia, she was so lovely, gentle, kind, loving... like you... Yes, Frelth is angry about it, he has always been..." he swallowed, "If there's anything you want to know about her, now's the time to ask"

Trynnia looked up at Aaran, gently lifting her hand, and tracing his face lightly. "You and the others said something last night about Mother being Father's sister, like I am your sister. Did Mother love Father like I love you, Aaran? Did Father's brothers use Mother like Frelth and Relenth are going to use me? I want to know everything I can about Mother, but I know we don't have much time before we have to head down to breakfast and see Relenth and Father off, though I still wish Frelth was going instead of either Father or Relenth. And I know I won't be able to ask this later, but will you tell me stories about her at night, before bed, so I can get to know her better?"

He kissed her lightly on the lips and captured her hand, kissing it also, "Yes Tryn..." her nickname from him was Tryn... he was the only one who called her that, "Yes, I'll tell you about mother, it's only right you know, I should have told you long ago. And yes, yes Mother did love Father, very much... and" he smiled, "And her brother's did... even... even Relenth and I did, that's how we learned about sex.."

Trynnia smiled at him, and stretched up, kissing her brother on the lips. "Then I'll be just as good for you as Mother was for Father, Aaran. I'll do everything you tell me to. Even," a gentle shudder raced through her, "be with Frelth."

He kissed her back, "I know you will Trynnia, just remember, I love you no matter what" he ran a hand through her hair, "and don't be afraid to make mistakes... everyone does..." he glanced back as a bell rang in the distance, signaling that breakfast was served for the household.

Trynnia smiled, then froze as the bell rang. "I guess it's time for me to become slave and you to become Master again, Aaran, but first..." She got on her toes and kissed him deeply, telling him without words that she trusted him. After a few moments spent kissing him, she slowly released the kiss and steped back, looking down. Breathing heavily, she finally said, "I'm ready when you are, Master."

He nodded, "It is..." and then she kissed him. He reciprocated, pressing his tongue into her mouth, enjoying her taste and feel. He licked her tongue and pulled her closer to him with his hands. When they broke, he sighed, his eyes sparkling and a small tear in the corner of one. He nodded, "That's right slave, time to go... " He turned to the door, unlocking it and opening it, stepping out into the hall. The light of the morning was spilling into the hall from the windows on one side, painting the rich wood golden. He walked ahead of her down the hall, this time knowing that she would behave behind him.

Trynnia walked behind Aaran, her head held high, content in her brother/Master's love. She had no qualms about this like she did the night before. Well, none other than her youngest brother. She didn't want him to touch her or anything, but she wouldn't say anything. She would be what Aaran had wanted her to be the night before.

As they reached the door to the dining room, Aaran glared at the guards on duty, letting them know by his look that there would be no more remarks or sounds out of them this time. He let the guards open the door for himself and he walked in. As Trynnia entered, one of the two laid a hand on her ass, giving it a squeeze. Aaran didn't see though, because he was almost to the table, greeting his Father and Brothers

Trynnia gasped, but didn't fight, the sound almost too soft to be heard, but she knew Aaran would hear her, even over his greetings to Father and the boys. As she walked forward, trying to ignore what happened, the guard's nails raked over her flawless ass, leaving five red lines to mar the ivory paleness of her asscheek, one bleeding slightly. But the mark was on the same side as the guard who groped her ass. She felt liquid running down the back of her leg, but didn't know where it came from. Upon arriving at the table behind Aaran, she bowed to Father. "Good morning, Sir. I hope you slept well," she said formally.

Aaran finished saying good morning to the family, and they to him, when he heard a slight sound from behind him, a gasp it seemed, and yet no louder than a wisp of wind. He knew it was Trynnia, but he also knew that looking back at he for it would make the others question what he had heard. Therefore, he remained facing forward, and then sat, listening to Trynnia's greeting.

Their father looked at her and he nodded, "Yes, thank you". He turned to Aaran and inquired how her punishment had gone the evening before, which Aaran related with great detail, knowing that's what they wanted. The breakfast was then brought, and they began eating. Frelth had spoken nary a word since they had arrived, he was staring at Trynnia, his eyes not once leaving her body. But when Aaran told one of the servants to bring 'their new slave' some food, he spoke up.

Trynnia bowed to Father, then turned to Relenth, as they started eating, letting Aaran see her ass, and the faint lines of blood running down the back of her thigh. "Good morning, Sir. I hope you had a restful night as well." Finally she turned to Frelth, "Good morning. I trust your night was peaceful." Hearing Aaran telling the servants to bring her some food as well, she bowed and said, "Thank you, Master."

Frelth was offended when he heard her calling Father and Relenth 'Sir' and didn't address him in any respectful manner. So when Aaran ordered some food for her, he said, "No, the slave doesn't need food. Not until she learns to respect all of us."

Father shook his head. "Frelth, she cannot do her duties without sustenance. And you are not in charge of her, Aaran is. If he wants to have the slave fed, then it is his right to choose to order food for her. It is not your place to dispute it. And she was not being disrespectful. She, as any of our slaves are, was told three ways to address us. Master, Sir, or no name at all. It has nothing to do with respect or disrespect."

Aaran was watching her every move out of the corner of his eye as he ate, and as she turned to him, he saw the scratches and the blood. He was barely able to contain himself from touching it right then and there, and asking her what had happened. His eyes glowed with fire as he wondered who would have had the opportunity, and of course, only one thing presented itself, the guards. Still, he had to know for certain.

As Frelth objected to his ordering of food, and their Father interjected, Aaran also spoke, at the same time, reaching out to lay a gentle hand on her ass, across the scratch. "Frelth, you would suggest she starve? She has had nothing to eat since yesterday lunch... As is my right, I want her to be fed..." The servant quickly left the room, heading for the kitchen. Aaran kept his hand on her ass though, gentle and reassuring.

Trynnia felt his hand on her ass, and knew he'd seen the marks and the liquid running down her thigh. She knew that the guard would be dealt with.

As the servant came back in with a plate of food for her, Frelth tripped the servant, then said, "Then let her eat off the floor, like the bitch that she is."

Trynnia's stomach growled at that moment, and she was hungry enough that she would have eaten it from the floor, but she was not a bitch, and she wouldn't stoop to acting like one to please Frelth, no matter what.

Aaran's face went hard as Frelth tripped the servant, and told her to eat off the floor. He glared at his brother, eyes slightly squinted, trying to decide if he could do anything without causing more trouble. He heard Trynnia's stomach growl, and he knew she was desperately hungry, but if she wouldn't eat off the floor, he wouldn't make her. With a mental nod, he resolved to get her some food later that afternoon. He looked over at her, "If your not going to eat, sit down and stay quiet" he ordered her. He turned back to his own food, rather sullenly.

As breakfast was finished, Relenth stood, "Brother, As you are the Master of our slave, I would request permission to use her as is my right." Aaran knew this was coming, and knew he couldn't refuse, so he nodded, "As you say brother" He turned to Trynnia and nodded.

Trynnia had sat down on the thin pillow-mat, resting on the uninjured cheek, waiting. Then she heard Relenth asking to use her, and Aaran's words. She knew this was coming too, but Relenth wasn't one she was worried about, so she rose at Aaran's nod and walked over to Relenth. "What would you have of me, Sir?"

Relenth looked her over, from top to bottom, taking in her assets fully for the first time. His hands found their way across her breasts and he squeezed them in a casually curious manner. His hands held none of the love that Aaran's did, but also no malice or hardness, except that of the calluses on his palms from his work. He ran a hand over her stomach and one over her ass, noting the blood but not questioning. Finally, his hand found her slit, rubbing it. "Bend over the table slave..." he finally said.

Trynnia stood still, her legs slightly parted to give him full access to her body as he felt her up, then nodded. "Yes, Sir," she said, turning around and bending over the table, her legs moving a little further apart.

Her oldest brother lowered his pants, exposing a cock that was slightly smaller than Aaran's but also a bit longer, as she would soon find out. He placed a hand on either side of her hips, and then pressed his length into her, slowly at first, and then faster, seating himself as far in her as he could fit. His slightly longer length meant that he hit her cervix and still had a bit sticking out. That didn't matter to him though, as he began to slowly pump himself into and out of her. He gave a small groaning sound at each thrust, enjoying how tight her cunt was around his cock.

Aaran watched from across the table, looking nonchalant, but a bit tense at seeing her fuck their brother, the only other male she had yet fucked. Her father watched as well, seeing her mother in his daughter as he did. Frelth sat on the other side of them, a cruel look on his face, his teeth set, and his eyes flashing. He wanted her, he hated her, and he wanted to make her pay for killing their mother. His entire body was a taught spring, his anger with her, Aaran, their father... it was almost palpable if you looked at him.

Trynnia looked at Aaran as her oldest brother fucked her, feeling nothing like she did when Aaran was inside her. She was thankful that it was Relenth who'd asked for her, though, and not Frelth. She dreaded the time when he wanted to use her. She really only wanted Aaran inside her, but she didn't have a say in the matter, only Aaran could say no. She could only endure the others being inside her until they were done. But she didn't want Frelth or Father to see anything in her look so she kept her gaze blank, and slowly closed her eyes, laying her head on the table and submitted to her eldest brother's use of her.

Aaran watched the two of them fuck, although it was more of Relenth simply pumping his dick into and out of her. Relenth had always been the most passive of the three, the least imaginative, and the one who was the most distant. He preferred managing the business to actually training the slaves, although he could with great efficiency when he had to. Aaran simply tried to relax and watch the proceedings, but he couldn't help but notice his younger brothers expression and attitude. He knew that it was most likely that Frelth would request her next, and Father last before they left for their journey. Aaran would make sure he was around when Frelth used her.

Trynnia lay there as her eldest brother fucked her, not really giving him anything he didn't want. He hadn't asked her to move, just to bend over the table. And Aaran had been right when he said sometimes she would feel like she was being used. That's all she felt from Relenth, a sense of being used, not for her pleasure, not for mutual pleasure, just for him to get off. But she loved Relenth. He was her brother. He wasn't special to her like Aaran was, but he'd always been a good older brother to her. So she decided to make things a little better for him and gave soft moans here and there as he fucked her.

Her moans seemed to make him pump faster, turning him on. He grasped her harder around the waist, using the increased leverage for more speed and force. He began to grunt shortly, and with a sigh, his cock throbbed and he gave a final thrust as his seed filled her pussy.

With a final gasp, he pulled out of her, wiping his dick on her ass and then buckling his pants, "Thank you Aaran." he said, and then left, saying he was going to pack for the trip. Aaran looked at Trynnia for a moment to see her expression, and then glanced at Frelth to see what he would do.

Aaran saw a look of 'that wasn't too bad' on her face, which was quickly replaced by a blank face, then Frelth got up. He wanted to make the bitch pay, but here was not the place, and he would wait for the right time and place, cause he planned something special for her. He turned and walked out of the room. Father looked at Aaran and nodded. "May I spend a few minutes with her, Aaran?"

"Of course Father, It is my honor to give her to you" Aaran said, formally answering his question, but his voice also conveyed the respect and love that he held for his Father. He knew that there was nothing to fear from their Father. He was actually surprised that Frelth had left without saying or reacting, and wondered why he would have done that, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Trynnia looked at her Father and moved from the table to kneel in front of him. "How may I be of service to you, Sir?" she asked softly, her head lowered.

"Walk with me, slave. Aaran, when I'm done, where should I send her, back to your room, or do you have something for her to do while you handle some of the business details?"

Aaran thought for a moment, and then nodded, "I will be busy for a few hours dealing with the few slaves we have leftover, and finding buyers for the next batch.... Have her return to her usual duties cleaning the rooms, when she is finished she can wait in my room." He gave her the faintest ghost of a smile.

Trynnia bowed to her Master before following her Father from the room as he lead her back to his rooms. Once they went in, he shut and locked the door.

"Trynnia, you might be Aaran's slave now, but you're still my daughter, and I wanted to tell you something. About a great lady. And while we're in here, call me Father again, not Sir. You can do that out there as much as you want to, but when I have my time with you, I plan on giving you some hints to make Aaran happy with you."

Trynnia nodded, listening to her Father. "Yes, Father."

Father smiled at her, and sat down, patting his lap like he used to, holding her close to him. "Trynnia, your Mother was my slave and my love. At first, she was headstrong and stubborn about being a slave, like you were last night. But after a few months, she became used to the idea, the security she had as my slave first and foremost, then the family slave. She discovered that while one of your uncles wanted to sell her, he couldn't, since she belonged to me first, then the family. It's why, by the time Frelth was born, she was only with me. You and Aaran remind me of myself and your Mother. Listen to him first, then to anyone else in the family. But when Frelth uses names you don't like on you, pretend you're a duck and let them roll off your back like water."

Trynnia nodded and smiled. "Yes, Father. I do hope you and Relenth have a good trip, but I'd rather see Frelth going on this trip than either of you." She gave her Father a kiss on the cheek, then smiled at him. "Do you need help packing, Father, before I go about my duties this morning?"

Father shook his head, smiling at her. "Go on, my girl. Go get your work done, then wait for Aaran in his room." As she rose from his lap, he gave her a swat on the ass, and a low chuckle.

Trynnia bowed and headed to the door, unlocking it and going into the hallway, moving to Aaran's room first and finishing it up, then went to her old room and straightened it up. Then, knowing Relenth was out of his room, she went and cleaned and straightened it up before going to Father's and doing the same. Frelth's room was last, and she yawned, tired from the work and lack of food in her. As she started making his bed, she passed out, falling to her face on the mattress.

Frelth was out in the practice room after breakfast, flicking his whip back an forth at the stuffed dummy in anger. It slashed back and forth across the hay-filled sack, tearing it. He growled, throwing the whip to the floor and pacing. Trynnia needed someone to teach her the proper way, Aaran wasn't doing it well, she needed force. On top of that, why did father give her to Aaran anyway, He deserved to have her, being the youngest and closest in age to her. How could they be nice to her? How could they forgive her for what she did to their mother? He cursed in elvish, and left the room, storming through the house and upstairs, to his room.

As he pushed the door open, something caught his eye, laying across the bed. It took him only a moment to realized what it was, and when he did, his mouth twisted in an evil grin. So... falling asleep on the job... she just gave herself to him. Quietly, he closed and locked the door. He quickly crossed to her, looking closely to make sure she was actually asleep, and then moved over to a line of hooks on the walls. From these hooks he selected a good thick gag, designed to keep the slave's mouth open and yet unable to speak well. He also chose several strong thongs of leather.

He crossed over to her, laying the items down, and gently lifted her head. He carefully opened her mouth, and forced the gag inside, tying it behind her head securely. Next he moved to each ankle, tying them to the corners of his bed, and then repeating the process with her wrists. He almost couldn't keep his hands from molesting her tits and perfect sex, but he knew all that would come soon. After making sure that the knots would hold, he pulled over a chair, and sat, knowing that it wouldn't be long now until she awoke, and the fun would begin.

Trynnia had always been a side sleeper and tried to turn over, but found she couldn't for some reason. She shook her head some as she blearily woke up, laying on Frelth's bed, spread eagled on her stomach and tied to the bed. She started thrashing, trying to pull her arms out of the thick leather restraints, crying out, only to hear a muffled sound coming from her. The gag was effective in keeping her from making a lot of noise.

Frelth just sat and watched her wiggling on his bed as she awoke, and then tried to escape. He heard her attempt to cry out, and laughed as she was met with only a muffled sound, "So Trynnia... how does it feel to be treated like an actual slave?" he taunted, standing and slowly taking off his clothes.

Trynnia's eyes widened as she heard Frelth behind her and her efforts redoubled. She didn't want this... so didn't want this... She could hear his clothes falling to the floor, and muffled cries slipped from her as fear took over in her. She knew he hated her... she knew he blamed her for Mother's death... She knew he was going to give her hell for everything that he saw as her fault..

"Now my bitch... I'm going to show you how we really treat slaves... the way a cuntslave like you needs to be treated." Frelth walked up to her head, twisting her by the hair to look at him, "Ok, bitch?" and he spit on her face. Moving out of her view again, he laid a hand on her back and ran it down from her spin, across her ass and down a leg, then back up, and between her legs, to poke a finger roughly into her slit.

Trynnia shuddered at Frelth's words, then yelped into the gag as he pulled her head back by her hair to spit in her face. Yeah, she was right.. he was going to give her hell now... Her body trembled as she felt his hand running over her body, at first, feeling almost like a lover's caress... up until he shoved his finger into her slit, her only lubrication being Relenth's seed, but it wasn't enough and she cried out at the harsh treatment.

He laughed as she cried out, pulling his finger back out of her, "Too dry I see... well, that's just too bad..." he chuckled. He laid a hand on her ass, feeling her skin beneath his hands, his lust rising. With a snarl, he lifted his hand and brought it back down on her soft flesh, right over the place that the guard had scratched her.

Trynnia screamed as Frelth spanked her, right over the cuts from the guard's nails, her body trembling in fear. It wasn't in her nature to hate anyone, but Frelth always pushed her button, almost as if he was trying to get her to hate him, for some reason.

He only laughed as she screamed, actually enjoying what he was doing to her. He begin to spank her rhythmically, harder and faster with each strike, different places, but then returning to again hit the same ones over again. He spread her asscheeks, and brought his hand down on her crack, "Now you cunt, I'm going to cause you some real pain, and then I'll turn you into a real whore and give you something you won't be forgetting for a while"

Trynnia screamed and cried, tears falling down her face, as her youngest brother, the one closest to her in age, the one that should have been the closest to her emotionally, spanked her, his blows reopening the healing wounds from the guard's nails. A louder scream ripped from her as he spread her asscheeks and smacked her right over her hole. Her body trembled as he threatened to cause her more pain and give her something... she knew she didn't want anything he had to give her..

Her screams and cries only served to enflame his already burning lust and make his cock grow to it's full size. Giving her another hard blow to her ass, he crawled up on the bed next to her, lifting her hips and putting his knee under her stomach so that she was lifted, straining at the cords. His hand stroked across her inner thighs, resting on her pussy for a moment, before he chuckled darkly, raising his hand, and then viciously bringing it down across her folds.

Trynnia screamed again, the sound muffled by the thick gag in her mouth, her body trembling as she tried to pull herself free from the bindings holding her down, to no avail. Frelth had made sure she couldn't escape him, or the punishment he was doling out to her. She felt him moving her, his knee under her stomach as he lay his palm against her bared pussy, then the warm weight lifting and heard his sinister chuckle. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was going to do, screaming, begging behind the gag for him not to hit her there, then tears sprang to her eyes as his palm met with her pussy, a scream of pure pain and fear of her youngest brother ripping from her.

At her scream he laughed again, revealing that he enjoyed this more than she could have thought possible. Frelth actually wanted to hurt her, wanted to cause her pain. He held her tighter as he again brought his hand flying into her soft slit, and a third time impacting her clit. "So Trynnia, not feeling so good now, are you" he growled. His finger returned to her slit, forcing it's way back inside to his knuckle

Trynnia trembled, screaming as he slapped her pussy again, then hit her clit with the last blow before shoving his finger back into her slit, her body arching as she screamed. Aaran, she thought to herself. Oh, gods, Aaran, where are you? Why is he doing this to me? She knew there was no mental link between her and Aaran, but it couldn't hurt anything for her to scream for him, wanting him to save her. She knew he was busy doing office work for the business, but that wasn't going to stop her. And even if he didn't save her before this ended, she wouldn't blame him. He didn't know.

Frelth again removed his finger from her hole, and pulled himself away from her, walking away and leaving her trembling on the bed for a moment. He crossed to a large cabinet that he had in one corner of the room. Picking up a key from his desk, he unlocked it, opening it as well. Inside, the shelves held an assortment of various items, but the center one held a set of glass bottles, identical except for their labels. Potions... Father had never let the boys use potions on the slaves, except to heal when absolutely necessary, and these were not healing potions. Looking over the labels, he picked one up and held it up to the light, then uncorked it and poured some onto his hands, then rubbing it on his erect cock. He put the potion back and locked the cabinet, then walked over to her to whisper in her ear, "You know what that was.... my CUNT?"

Trynnia heard him unlocking the cabinet, but couldn't see what he was doing in it, but she could smell something. A combination of scents, actually. But she didn't know what the scents belonged to. Then he used the word she hated, and her eyes narrowed and her trembling got worse before she shook her head no. She knew there were potions in the house, had used some healing potions when she was younger and got hurt. Father didn't want any marks left to scar on her. He'd always said he wanted his little angel to look like an angel. She had a feeling that Frelth had used a potion, or some of one, and she was about to really get hurt from whatever it was he'd used.

"I didn't expect you to... but most slaves who have been with me learn that they don't want me to use one of these... though they never talk about them" he walked around her, to the other side of the bed, opening a locked drawer in the side table and removing a small glass container of lotion. He walked back to the foot of the bed and then climbed up between her legs, looking at her sex. "I can see why Aaran loves you so... it's just for your body you know... he always wanted a personal cunt of his own like Dad had..." Frelth dipped a finger into the lotion and then massaged it into her clit. "this should burn quite nicely, of course it won't do any real damage..." he chuckled, "and neither will me fucking you, although it will hurt like hell." he finished, putting the head of his dick at the entrance to her slit.

Trynnia knew better than to believe Frelth, and remembered what Father said, putting her mind in a separate place, ignoring his name calling, though she knew as a slave, she had to listen to his commands when her Master wasn't around. She felt him rubbing her clit, and while she got wet when Aaran rubbed her, she wasn't with Frelth. Even with Relenth, she'd gotten slightly wet. Soon enough, she felt him pressing against her slit, demanding entrance to her cunt, a low cry slipping from her as her clit started feeling like it was burning.

He pressed into her, not slow or gentle, in one fast, hard, painful motion. For a moment after he shoved in, he knew she would be alright, but as soon as he began pumping, she would begin to scream. The potion that was on his dick made sure that her pussy would not lubricate itself, it would remain dry as sandpaper as he fucked her. His own cock would be unharmed, feeling to him as if she was flooded with juice. He didn't even need to grasp her hips since she was tied like he had done. He just lifted himself off the bed slightly, and began to piston in and out of her, slamming into her groin with each thrust.

Trynnia screamed and screamed as he dry fucked her, her cunt dry as could be as he thrust into her, her clit burning now, tears streaming down her face as her youngest brother raped her hard. She thrashed in the restraints holding her, but still could find no give in them. Aaran would be pissed at Frelth for this, she thought to herself, trying to keep herself calm, though still screaming behind the gag in her mouth.

Frelth groaned as the sensations built on his cock, feeling her clenching him because of the fact that her cunt was so dry and sore. He knew that she would be raw after this, and so he put extra force into it, determined to make sure she felt it all the way to her cervix. His hands began to slap her ass in time with his fucking.

Trynnia kept screaming into the gag, her body hurting, aching in places she didn't know she could ache. Even Aaran hadn't been this rough with her on her first time. Then she felt him slapping her as he fucked her, and it just added insult to the injury he was creating in her.

Finally, Frelth came, squirting his seed into her pussy in four or five streams before pulling out and sighing. The cum broke the potion on his dick and her pussy, but didn't make her get any wetter. The sperm soaked into the multitude of raw areas in her pussy. Frelth laughed at her, sweating and breathing hard on his bed. He walked up to look her in the face, "ok whore... I'm going to go now... we'll see if brother Aaran finds you before I get back this evening..." he slapped her face with his dick a few time, and then put his clothes back on, calmly leaving her laying there as he left the room.

Trynnia screamed as he left, his door open leaving her vulnerably exposed to the view of anyone passing by. She knew that sooner or later, Aaran would come looking for her, especially when she didn't return to his room to wait for him. He knew how long it took her to do her morning chores. And it was getting to be too long already.

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Aaran sat in his Father's study, in the far corner of the house, just finishing the last letter to the possible buyers for the next batch of slaves. He signed it with their seal, and handed it to a messenger, who bowed and left. Aaran stretched, yawned, and left the room, going out to ensure that their hired handler was able to take care of the two slaves they had remaining in their slave quarters. As he was about to go back inside, he saw Frelth leave the house, and head for the shed in the back, probably to get his horse and head to town to get the supplies that they needed. I wonder what took him so long to get going, Aaran thought, suddenly realizing that he hadn't seen Frelth since that morning at breakfast. He walked briskly inside, stopping for a moment to get a glass of water in the kitchen, and then headed up to his room. His room was the one in the middle of the upstairs hall, with Frelth's after his, and Trynnia's at the end of the hall. He went straight to his room, and opened the door, "Trynnia?" he called, not seeing her.

Trynnia heard Aaran in his room, and thrashed harder against the restraints holding her to Frelth's bed, screaming into the gag. Since Frelth had left his door open, the muffled screams could be heard in the next room. Her youngest brother's bed was too heavy for her to be able to get it to move to slam against the wall to get Aaran's attention though.

Aaran was walking into his room to check the bathroom when he heard a muffled noise coming from Frelth's bedroom. His brow furrowed and he left his room, walking down the hall, his boots thumping with each step. He walked slowly, listening for a repeat of the sounds that he had heard. Hearing nothing at first, he paused halfway there.

Trynnia heard Aaran's boots on the hallway rug and got quiet, knowing he would find her. But when the steps paused, she panicked and screamed again into the gag, thrashing harder against the restraints, loosening one ankle enough to kick the bedpost with the sole of her foot. The kick was louder than the muffled screams.

Aaran was about to turn around when he heard the noise again, followed by a loud thud. He spun around again, walking quickly now, down to Frelth's room. As he get's there, he turned the corner into the room and froze. Stretched across Frelth's bed was Trynnia, tied, gagged. His face went instantly hard and he rushed forward, saying "oh Trynnia..." His knife was in his hand instantly, slicing the cords from her feet and ankles, and then he untied her gag. He sat next to her, and lifted her torso, hugging her gently.

Trynnia wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "I knew you'd find me, Aaran," she whispered into the crook of his neck, knowing he was the only one who could hear her. "I knew it. Get me out of here, please, Aaran. Take me back to your room." She didn't want to have anything to do with Frelth's room anymore. If anyone tried to tell her she would have to go in it, she would refuse, no matter what her punishment would be.

Aaran lifted her gently, supporting her fully. As he did, a stream of milky fluid flowed out of her slit, and he growled seeing it. He carried her out of the room, and down the hall to his own. He planted a kiss on her cheek as he almost set her on her back, then realized that he shouldn't, and sat himself, cradling her gently in his arms. "Trynnia... what happened?"

"Frelth raped me, Aaran. He spanked me and even hit my pussy and clit. Then he put stuff on him then some kind of lotion got rubbed into my clit. It still burns, but my insides hurt. It feels like he had a sandpaper cock, Aaran. I hurt. I never want to have to do anything in his room again."

Aaran cuddled her against his neck and chest, holding her gently, lovingly. He kissed her cheek and ran his hand up and down her arm, "shhh Trynnia... you won't have to for a while... you can stay here if I'm not around... " he licked his finger and then ran it over her clit, bringing it back to his nose, smelling the lotion he used. "Trynnia... i need to feel inside you... i need to make sure he didn't damage you...I think I know what he used... but i need to know."

Trynnia nodded, holding onto him, her legs parting some to let him feel inside her. "He said it wouldn't damage me, but I sure would feel like he was tearing me apart. And he.." She let out a gasping sob, unable to hold back her tears anymore. "He said... the only reason.. you love me... is because I'm... your private... cunt... But I know better!" She sniffled, trying to calm down. "I know you love me, and I love you."

Aaran's face softened instantly, hearing the desperation and pain in her voice. His check would come later, she wasn't bleeding outwardly, so she was probably ok. He sat her to the side for a moment, and then laid down next to her, pulling her against him, his arms around her, his chin on her head. He rubbed her back and whispered, "Oh... Trynnia.... don't believe it..." a tear ran down his cheek, he hated to see her like this, "I love you..." he put all of his love into his voice, all of his caring.

Trynnia looked at Aaran and scooted up a little, licking his tear away. "I know you do, Aaran. I don't trust anything Frelth says. Father told me a story about Mother. He said she was just like me when he took her as his slave. And she was his before she was the family's. Father said one of his brothers wanted to sell Mother, but Father refused and as her primary owner, his word was law over what happened to Mother." She smiled at Aaran. "Just like you're my primary owner, Aaran. You can deny him access to me, if you want to, but that would make him suspicious. But your word is law over me."

He felt her lick away his tear and he smiled at her, listening to her words, "I didn't know that story" he said finally, "I will speak to father when he returns about Frelth... until then, I'll just keep you away from him as much as possible." He gave her another squeeze, "I love you more than anything Trynnia, never forget that." and he kissed her full on the lips. After he broke the kiss, his hand moved to her pussy gently, easing her legs apart and he slowly pushed a finger in, "I'll check you now, love"

Trynnia nodded, letting Aaran check her, barely holding back a pained gasp as his finger slid into her, her hands falling to the bedding and gripping tightly. She gasped out, "I was dry when he raped me, and even with him thrusting into me, I couldn't get wet. At least, when Relenth took me, I could get wet, not much, just enough to make it easier for me and him. And there is no way Frelth is Father's son. Otherwise, he wouldn't have pretty much called Mother a cunt. The full thing about you and me was that you just wanted my... pussy. That you wanted your own private cunt like Father had with Mother."

Aaran lingered with his fingers inside of her pussy for only as long as was absolutely necessary, running the tips of his fingers along her walls to feel for cuts or raw spots. He found one or two, and after touching them to make sure there was no blood, he withdrew. He kissed her lips, "There, all done... i have some salve i can put in you that will help soothe it. I think that I know what he used, and it's a foul concoction meant only to cause pain." He sighed, "I almost can't believe that even Frelth would be so callous as to call even Mother a cunt... but after this, I'm not surprised... I love you Trynnia"

Trynnia smiled at him and nodded. "And I love you, Aaran. And yes, please on the salve. It hurts. But before you put that salve on me, should I take a bath to get any residue off me?" She snuggled against him, kissing him lightly.

He nodded, "Aye, you should have a bath, nice and warm. I'll have the maids draw it in here..." he laid her down on the bed gently, going to the door to call the maids. Within minutes, they had brought the warm water and the bath was filled. After they left, he locked the door and went to her, lifting her again and carrying her to the tub, settling her in it and sitting on a stool next to her.

Trynnia let the water soak some of the aches from her before washing up, getting the residue of the lotion off her and scrubbing Frelth's stink from her skin, then slid under the water to get her hair wet and then came back up to wash it. Looking at Aaran, she smiled and leaned closer to him. "I love you, Aaran, and I don't believe a word Frelth said. Father told me when he calls me those names I don't like, to act like a duck and let the words roll off me like water down a duck's back." She shook her head, a small yawn escaping her. "And if Frelth hadn't done what he did this morning, none of this would have happened. By tripping the servant with the breakfast you'd sent them to get me, he ensured that I would be exhausted earlier than normal. I know I'm partially at fault, but really, can you really see me eating off the ground like a dog? I'm not sinking that low to please him. What happened this morning was bad enough, but by the time I got to his room to straighten up, I passed out. And he found me passed out. And took advantage of the situation. And now, I'm getting tired again."

He looked at her, beautiful Trynnia, and yes, he loved her body, but he loved more than that, he loved her, everything that made her. He clasped her by the back of the head and kissed her, "No Trynnia, I can't see you eating off the ground. I'm giving you the rest of the day off, you can sleep in our bed... yes, our bed." he stroked her chin, "Are you finished?"

Trynnia looked at her brother, her Master, her lover and smiled up at him. "I'm done, Aaran. I'm ready to get some sleep, or food, or both. But definitely ready." She rose from the tub, her hands holding the sides to keep her from losing her balance and slipping in the tub. There was a small rug just outside the tub to keep her bare, wet feet from touching the floor and causing any other problems. Ones she didn't need happening to her.

He took her hand and helped her out of the tub, and then handed her a towel to dry herself off. He watched her do so, a smile on his lips as she wiped the water away, "Your beautiful... have I told you that?" he asked.

Trynnia blushed as Aaran called her beautiful and smiled. "Thank you, Aaran." She stepped towards him, dropping her voice and whispering to him, "I only made noises this morning to make Relenth happy. You're right about how I would feel with others. With you, I feel wonderful, loved. With Relenth, I just felt like I was being used. But Frelth was definitely a rape." Her legs started to get weak under her as she stood close to Aaran, and as they started to give out, she grabbed hold of him, holding herself up.

"I'm sorry Trynnia, I shouldn't have left you alone... " he felt her knees give way, and she clung to him for support. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted her and carried her back to the bed, laying her gently on it. "Shhh... I'll be right back" he whispered to her, and then left the room, locking the door behind him. He walked quickly down to the kitchen, scaring the cook as he entered abruptly, and asked for some leftover food. The cook piled a plate high at Aaran's direction, and then a maid carried the tray with the plate and a large glass of water behind him as he returned. Outside the door he took the tray from the maid, shooing her away, and then unlocked and opened the door. He sat the tray down on the bed, "Here you are..."

Trynnia smiled at Aaran as he returned and brought food with him. She knew by the amount on the plate, he wasn't planning on letting her eat alone. No, today, right now, she would be eating with Aaran, laying in his bed... no... their bed. She smiled, and sat up some, picking up a piece of meat and bit into it, then held it up for him, giving him a chance to bite the same piece she was eating. It may have seemed silly, but she'd overheard one of the slaves talking about a lover's ritual in her homeland, where two lover's fed each other and drank from the same glass. She'd loved that ritual and had wanted to try it, but never had any suitors to try it with. But now, she had a lover and she was determined to experience the pleasure of the ritual with him. She looked up at him, and softly said, "Please, Aaran. I want to feed you and have you feed me, and drink from the same glass together. I want to change this day into something special for us both. Not a nagging memory that we can't live with."

Aaran smirked at her as she smiled at him, taking some of the meat. As she offered it to him, he was taken aback at first, but then nodded and took a bite himself, from the same spot she had. As she asked him, he lifted the glass, took a sip, and then turned it and handed it to her, "So do I Trynnia... We will not remember this day as one of the pain you have received, I hereby banish it from my mind, and replace it with love for you..." Of course, he knew that she would understand that he did not mean he would forget what Frelth had done... that he would not forget...

Trynnia smiled and put her lips on the same exact spot he had, drinking from the same place. Her brother got the idea, though even she didn't know the full meaning of what they were doing. It was more than just a lover's ritual in some places... It was practically a marriage ceremony. But it was something their mother and father had done, and it had sealed the permanence between them, the fierce protectiveness their father had with their mother, and caused him to drive away his brothers. This kind of ritual was more on a spiritual level than a earthly one.

Aaran was unaware of the full meaning of the ritual either, but he followed through with it. For some reason when she had drank from the cup, he felt as if something was sealed inside of him. He couldn't explain the feeling, but it was wonderful. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, "gods I love you Trynnia"

Trynnia smiled, kissing her lover back. "And I love you, Aaran." The one bite of meat, swiftly followed by his bite, and the drink of water from where he drank seemed to give her plenty of energy as she gave him a mischievous look and pulled him down on the bed next to her, the tray keeping her from turning onto her side to take more drastic measures. But she doubted he needed any more hints than her kiss, her love, and her pulling him down with her. She grinned and moved the tray to the table, then licked her lips and looked at him, her love shining brightly in her eyes. Swiftly, she freed his cock from his pants and slipped her mouth over him, sucking on him and lowering her slit over his face, giving him a brief chance to stop her.

The glint in her eyes told him plenty, and he readily followed as she yanked him over onto the bed, though he was careful not to spill the tray. She quickly took care of that though, and almost before he knew it, she was sucking him, lowering her snatch over his face. Seeing a golden opportunity, he slipped his hand up under her before she was fully over him, and as she lowered herself, his finger slipped directly into her hole. He licked her clit, tasting her sweat and sweet skin, and then, using his finger to open her hole a bit, he drove his tongue inside.

Trynnia cried out softly around Aaran's cock, sucking on him with nary a missed beat. It seemed like she had learned a lot from him in the short time he's been her Master and she his slave. But this time, this moment of lovemaking had nothing to do with Master, slave or anything other than the love they felt for each other. Her body trembled over him as he licked her clit then drove his tongue into her slit, her body knowing the difference between what had happened earlier and what was happening now, and eagerly shared her juices with him.

Aaran continued his ministrations on her sex, feeling her juices begin to coat his tongue as he did. His hand left her hole, leaving his tongue alone to work, and he slid his palms across her ass, up her sides, and around, ending on her breasts, where he began to massage them. He moaned into her wetness as she continued to suck on him, driving the sensations in his body up. He wanted to please her, something that a master never should feel for a slave, and he knew that she was more than that to him.

Trynnia moaned and sucked, her mouth moving up and down his length, then she pulled her lips off him, licking his length and stretched her neck some to lick at his balls before sliding her mouth back up his length, kissing every inch of hard, flesh-covered-steel that she could before slipping her mouth over his length again. She felt his hands on her breasts, and her back arched in pleasure, more of her juices pouring from her into his mouth.

Aaran felt her suck and lick his shaft and then his balls, his hips bucking at bit at the sensations. He felt her moisten more, a small stream of her juices now flowing from her depths and onto his tongue. Wanting to increase her pleasure more, his tongue left her slit, and instead began to thrash her clit, occasionally brushing it with his teeth as he did. His fingers closed around her breasts, and slowly moved to her nipples, twisting them.

Trynnia groaned as her brother focused on her clit, her body singing for him as she sucked on his length. Every gentle rake of his teeth over her already sensitive clit made her moan louder around his cock. She could feel the difference between the lessons she got earlier and last night and what they were doing now. But she was not going to make her lover upset with her again. When she came this time, she would keep her mouth on him, even if she couldn't suck him. And she could feel her opportunity to find out was fast approaching.

He could feel her begin to tense up some, and he could see her slit trembling above his face. With a grin on his lips, he bit down on her clit while bucking his hips up into her throat. He knew that she was on the edge, and he was too, from her expert sucking.

Trynnia felt her brother bite down on her clit, and his cock push deeper into her mouth and throat, the dominant actions setting her off, and she cried out around her brother's cock, her hips trembling, then her legs tensed and she let out a scream of pleasure, her sounds muffled by his hard cock, while her hips bucked some, her cum juices squirting from her body, coating his face as she sucked on him slowly, unable to suck as fast as before.

Aaran knew he had hit the right nerve as she began to tremble violently and cried out on his cock. The feelings of her throat accepting his cock and the vibrations of her moan caused his dam to burst, flooding her mouth and throat with his hot cum. At that instant, her pussy began to squirt, and at first he thought she was peeing, and then realized that it was all cum. He laughed and opened his mouth, tasting her before closing off her pussy with his tongue and mouth. As she stopped squirting, he licked her clean, and then looked around her leg, "Trynnia..."

Trynnia swallowed and swallowed, gulping her brother's cum down, only slowly pulling her head up to make sure she got every drop from him that was coming out now, then slipped her mouth from his length and licked her lips. Hearing her name, she turned to look at her brother, smiling, "Yes, Aaran?"

"Your a squirter, you know that?" he grinned, his face slick looking and his hair a bit wet, he licked his lips, "but it tastes good." He sat up a bit, pushing her down farther, and then he grabbed her leg and flipped her over him, also pulling her arm so she was face to face with him. He smiled at her, licked her nose and then kissed her full on the lips, some of her cum still in his mouth. He stuck his tongue inside her mouth and licked her tongue.

Trynnia giggled as he told her she was a squirter, then let out a squeal as he pushed her down and sat up before flipping her around to face him. Her nose wrinkled a little as he licked it, she'd always had a ticklish spot at the tip. But the moment his lips met hers, the playfulness left her and she eagerly opened her mouth, kissing him back, tasting herself on his tongue.

Aaran smiled as he kissed her, his eyes open and gazing into hers. His hands roamed her back, pushing her shoulders towards him, forcing their mouths together harder. His cock was still hard, and rubbing her belly above her slit. He finally released her lips, "Trynnia... I love you, your my only woman... my... my wife..." he said, "I don't care how short a time it has been... I know it was just yesterday this started... but that's how much I love you..." he hugged her tightly, rubbing her back.

Trynnia snuggled against him, her head resting on his shoulder after the kiss, lightly licking his shoulder. "I love you too, Aaran. You're my everything. I... I don't want to be shared... I just want to be yours... Like Mother was for Father.... I don't want to do Relenth or Frelth... I just want to be yours... I..I know that's not really possible, but... I saw your face this morning when Relenth used me.... I could see you weren't happy...." She pressed herself against him, snuggling in his arms.

He snuggled her against him, then laid down on his side, so that she was facing him. he closed his eyes and rested, hugging onto her, "I'll only share you until I can make my wishes known to Father... once i have his approval, I want to make you mine alone" He licked her ear, "your so precious Trynnia... why didn't i recognize it before? Why didn't i realize how much i loved you before all of this?" A single tear fell from his eye, "I still have to finish your training of course..."

Trynnia smiled and licked her brother's neck lovingly, her eyes drawn to the picture of Father and Mother, and something clicked in her mind. "Aaran? How did Father stop his brothers from having Mother?" She looked at him, and licked the tear from his eye. "Don't cry, Aaran. I'm here with you now, and we'll get through this. Something I'm seeing in that painting of Father and Mother is telling me things will work out for us."

Aaran sighed and tried to relax, he didn't usually cry, it wasn't like him... but then again, Trynnia brought out emotions that he hadn't known he had. She licked the tear from his face and he tried to smile, "I know we will Trynnia... and i think if it was anyone else i wouldn't be able to do it..." he kissed her neck, relaxing a bit, "I don't really know how Father kept them away, but I think he mentioned having three brothers... one he had to fight off, one just was fine with it... and one it took Grandfather's warning before he stopped trying to get her... That's why I want to talk to Father as soon as he get's home...unfortunately I don't know how long that will be"

Trynnia layed her head on his shoulder, and looked at the painting. "Aaran, take a look at the painting. How many men do you know that hide their slave like Father did Mother in it? Normally, wouldn't the slave be at her Master's feet? But Father had Mother standing behind him, his body hiding her nudity from the painter. This was painted before I was born, and after Frelth, but I think, despite you and Relenth learning about sex with Mother, Father didn't want anyone to see her body. I think Relenth is like Father's brother who was laid back about the restriction of touching Mother. And Frelth, from what you said, I think it would take Father's warning him or banishing him from the family to get him to stop, like it took Grandfather to stop his third brother. Thankfully, there isn't another brother for you to fight off me. But I think Father had the same feelings you are having now. Wanting more than just a Master/slave relationship with Mother, but by the time he realized it, he'd already claimed her as his slave, just as you've claimed me." She gave a delicate yawn, the day, while only half over, had taken it's toll on her, and she lay her head back down on his shoulder, kissing him lightly. "I think I'll take that nap now, my love. Otherwise, I won't be good for later."

He listened to her, thinking about what she was saying and realizing that she was absolutely right. "Your right about Father and Mother, and about us." His mind turned to his brothers, and he realized as she had, that they each seemed to fill a role from the previous generation. "And so... History repeats itself... or at least, this family has..." he sighed, "But that doesn't change my feelings for you Trynnia" He smiled gently while she rested on him, simply cuddling her, with no wish for more right now, "Rest Trynnia... Rest and know that nothing shall disturb you while i'm here."