Master & Slave: First Time
#4 of The Master & Slave Chronicles
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Memories can be a powerful thing, bringing forth emotions that could be beneficial or detrimental. They can bring smiles or frowns; joy or sorrow; laugher or tears. Let's take a look into our dear lemurfox's head and see the memory she cherishes above all others...
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She flopped down onto the bed and stretched, curling up slightly as she watched him come in behind her, closing the door behind him. Their bags were already inside, and the promise of a few days to get acquainted, to break down that last barrier of shyness still holding her back, was both exciting and terrifying to her. She blinked as he approached the bed, gathering up a few pillows and nudging her to sit up for a moment before dropping them on the bed and laying down beside her, a smirk on his face.
Returning the smile, she lay back down, nuzzling into the hollow of his collarbone as she cuddled in under his arm, one paw lightly tracing patterns over the shirt he wore, a gesture she hoped would settle her nerves a bit. Looking up at him, she swallowed, suddenly very much aware of how close she was to him. That smirk still played on his lips, his eyes holding an expression she couldn't quite place. Amusement, certainly, but what else was there?
A few moments passed this way, the lemurfox suddenly being playful, nuzzling into him and grinning stupidly only to pull back some, studying his face before burying her own into his shoulder again shyly. So close, the sensation of his arms around her calming her only enough for her to start with the playing again. Still that amused look sat on his face, his hazel eyes all but sparkling every time she met them with her own. A few times, she leaned in close enough that even the tiniest nudge would have pushed her off balance, her face so near to his that a kiss would have been the likeliest outcome. How she wanted that kiss... but she was still far too shy to try and take it.
Finally, she rolled onto her back, her master sitting up and turning to look at her, his hand planted firmly beside her on the bed. Letting out a nervous squeak, she licked her lips, looking up at him like some tiny prey animal faced with their predator counterpart. Taking a deep breath, she spoke, though she was far too quiet for him to hear her.
"I didn't catch that, pet. What did you say?" His amused expression changed subtly as he looked at her. She knew perfectly well he knew what she'd said, but was coaxing her gently. He'd never let up until she repeated her question to him in a way that it would have been audible to anyone in the room. Again she wet her lips, eyes cast down for a moment before meeting his again. It was now or never.
"M... make love to me?"
He leaned in then, pressing his mouth to hers in a kiss so gentle she'd have had her knees give way if she'd been standing. Tongues and breath met and mingled before the kiss began to grow more heated, his arms around her, fingers playing up her sides and prompting the tiniest of whimpers from deep in her throat. Suddenly breaking the kiss, her master lowered his face to her throat, teeth now clamping tight over the tender flesh just under her jawbone. She cried out, partially from pain, but mostly from the sudden wave of pleasure that washed through her body, bringing her to the edge of orgasm in an instant. Over and over he did this, each bite harsh and lower than the next, each one again bringing her to that edge, the last one left just above her right breast. As she lay in a swoon, he raised up over her, smirking before grabbing her paws. "Sit up."
Shakily, she did as he told her, rising up off the bed, her back to him as he pulled off the shirt she wore. The catches of her bra got the better of him, though, and she smiled softly, paws moving up to undo the clasps for him. His hands were warm on her shoulders as he slid the straps down, tossing the garment away before turning her to lie down again. Lowering his head, his hands cupped her breasts as his mouth found one nipple, then the other, working each in turn with his tongue. Her paws found his hair, fingers working through it as they moved down to his neck, her back arching slightly as her body flooded with pleasure again. Never had she known a lover like him before.
His shirt followed next, revealing a small patch of fine dark hair in the hollow between his pecs and a larger amount over his stomach. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him, his hands moving down to undo the jeans she was wearing. Not standing on ceremony, his fingers hooked into the waistband of both her jeans and the panties beneath them, pulling both off and dropping them to the floor beside the bed. His own followed suit a moment later, her eyes widening as she took in the view of his body. His cock was rock hard, swathed in a nest of that same dark hair. When he lowered himself over her again, she reveled in the heat of his body next to hers.
His fingers moved down over her stomach to her pussy, gently spreading her open before sliding deep into her. Her hips lifted the tiniest bit to meet his hand as he worked her, pulling his fingers out to play with her clit before pushing them into her again. His mouth found her nipple again, the combination of pleasures leaving her breathless beneath him when he shifted his body once more. He laid over top of her then, that same shine in his eyes as when they first lay down on the bed only a few minutes before. She ran her fingers over his shoulders, curling her paws together at the back of his neck. "You're so beautiful... " she murmured. His response was simple enough, his mouth lowering to hers again in another kiss, this one rougher than the first, yet somehow sweeter to her. "You are too... " he replied, whispering the words into her ear before rising up, his eyes meeting hers as he thrust into her.
She gasped, groaning deep in her throat as he filled her, her legs coming up, bending at the knees before they slid around his waist, her ankles crossing and resting on the curve of his ass. Her arms snaked around his neck, her fingers moving through his hair before tracing a line down the back of his neck. Their mouths met again in another kiss, both of them expressing the love they shared for one another in the simplest but most effective way they could.
As he broke the kiss, raising up over her, she slid her hands back up and over his shoulders, kneading at his upper arms with her paws as she brought her legs up further, her feet now resting against his lower back. Still rocking together, her moans began to increase in volume as her body began to tighten, signaling the beginnings of her orgasm. Without breaking from her master, she pushed at his upper body, forcing him to rise up even higher to the point where he was back to kneeling between her legs. Now that she had the room to move, she slid her legs from around his hips, lifting them and hooking her knees over his shoulders before pulling him back down over top of her.
Her paws moved back to his neck, caressing his upper back as his rhythm increased, his thrusts coming faster as her moans became louder still, her tail curling around his waist gently. This only spurred her master on, his attitude shifting from gentle to something a bit more primal and rough. Harder and faster, his body now also showing he was nearing his own release through his breathing coming in increasingly ragged gasps. Finally, her body went rigid, her ears flattening against her head as her cries echoed through the room, her master pumping his hips against her, following her orgasm with his own a bare moment later. A warm smile curved his lips before he leaned close to kiss her again gently, then pulled away, falling against the mattress beside her as her now shaking legs dropped down. Returning his smile, she turned to face him, wriggling close and curling up against his chest as his arm came up around her back, his hand resting on her shoulder, pulling her closer still to plant a chaste kiss against her forehead.
They lay together like this for a short time, cuddling quietly in the afterglow of their first time together as lovers. When they finally did move, it was only so that they might clean up and get dressed. They left the room a short while later, going out to enjoy one another's company over dinner, smiling and laughing over the meal and gradually adding a new dimension to the relationship between them. Through it all, the lemurfox continued to ponder the look her master had given her during their time together, finally understanding the look he'd been giving her. He'd been looking at her with a perfect balance of lust and awe, as if she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on, and he'd be damned if he ever wanted anyone else to share his bed. That, she mused, was the most beautiful thing of all, her own eyes shining as she looked at him. When he looked back, his eyes reflected hers.
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So ends our look at our darling's most precious memory. Only time will tell what the future holds in store for her and her master, and we can only hope that, while this was the first, it won't be the last.