Lessons in Jahaliyan Manners - 2

Story by Gentry on SoFurry

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#8 of Jahaliya

What's a Princess to do when presented with a magic mirror? Something unexpected of course...


Lessons in Jahaliyan Manners Chapter 2

One long leonine leg splayed out from under the table Sylvia was hunched over. The lioness had one paw covering heris eyes in thought. She had not been this stressed out in quite a while, and so she fell back into old habits. Her other paw drew tiny circles and other figures across the tabletop as she thought.

She did not notice the door opening, nor Robin and Horace entering. Jasmine had left some time ago, promising to return in an hour for the lessons of etiquette to begin. Sylvia sighed, regretting her hasty decision with regret agreeing with the princess. She was a certified teacher, of course, but that was back in her old world,she pondered nervously.

"Sylvia?" A large paw descended on her shoulder, kneading the blade gently. "Can I help?"

The lioness blinked out of her reverie and turned to see the faces of her friends, shrouded with concern. "Actually, yes. I would appreciate the help. I agreed to teach Princess Jasmine about Jahaliya manners, but what can I tell her about them? I'm still not fully versed myself. I never thought of my old job being used in this fashion." She thought of her duties as Captain of the Guard and Harem Matron now. The two offices held different responsibilities.

The large bear settled into a chair next to her, pulling her footpaw up into his lap. His large, flaccid member rubbed under her calf as he dug his paw into hers, massaging it. "Sylvia, while the focus is changed, I know your old training holds true. You're a master of social graces and surely you still have the talent to apply that."

Sylvia nodded absently at the praise, still deep in thought. Robin crossed her arms under chest, cradling her bosom. As she racked her brain for answers, she tapped her claws on her forearm. What did she know about Jasmine that could help?

The princess was only recently released from the bondage of her mind, so she should be willing to participate in some Jahaliyan customs. However, they could not force anything too soon. Suddenly, Robin remembered Jasmine berating herself after watching John.

"Jasmine has been repressing a lot of sexual thoughts for others, ever since she got here." Robin met Sylvia's gaze as she looked up. "Jahaliya is a place of losing one's inhibitions. Perhaps, a good place to start would be a transition of accepting her more deviant thoughts."

"I agree.That's a good start, Robin." The lioness responded and sat up in the chair. "Did you have something specific in mind? You know Jasmine better than anyone else, besides Sapphire."

"I most certainly doYes, actually." Robin grinned , her mouth pursed in a sly smile.and padded over to the table. Horace's eyes followed her body as it bounced and swayed. The she-wolf braced her paws on the table and slid her bottom onto it. Her legs crossed and she bent forward, as if they were all in a conspiracy. Her breasts hung heavily in front of her and the bear could not help but squeeze Sylvia's footpaw into his lap against his stiff cock.

"Jasmine first noted to me how awful it was that she got aroused watching John stroking that thick, beautiful cock of his." She winked at Sylvia. "So, I propose we arrange something that lets her experience that feeling again. This time though, she can wrap herself into it as a Jahaliyan would. It's good manners to enjoy a show someone is putting on for you."

Sylvia's worries dissipated with the idea. She clapped her paws around Robin's cheeks and brought her forward, kissing her full on the lips.

"What a wonderful idea! I'll ask Her Majesty for the use of her mirror and the Illusion Cave and talk to John about some ideas that he'd like to play out. Would you be a dear and grab the princess for me? Don't tell her about this idea, though." Sylvia leaned over and pressed her paw into Horace's erection. "The anticipation must build."

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John leaned against the rocky wall of the antechamber in the Illusion Cave. The mouse's stomach was roiling with conflicting emotions. On the one paw, he was excited about using his sexuality to impress the royals. It was an honor. However, he could not help but feel bad about what he did to the princess when she first arrived. The fact that she kept silent about the trouble he caused her made it worse.

Kestrel bounced eagerly on her heels. The sexy mouse-maid was peering into the cave as the preparations took place. Nothing would happen until she went in, of course, but she was wound up anyhow. She found herself at John's side.

"Thank the Goddess! I've been waiting for the day I can be your plaything! There hasn't been much time since your performance. Now, we get to have fun in the cave and for a purpose! Isn't it wonderful?"

John nodded at her, but the smile he used did not reach his eyes.

"John...what's wrong?" Kestrel could feel the nerves he exuded.

"I just..." The mouse had trouble finding the right words. "I still feel awful about what Sylvia said. The princess was using what I did as fuel to hurt herself."

Kestrel shook her head and steadied the majordomo with a paw. "You couldn't have known that. She was a foreigner and a strange one at that. Nobody could've seen under her guarded veil. Besides, this will set that all right. Yes? You're performing for her! You want it to be a good show!"

John's worries lifted as he watched Kestrel. The mouse-maid was so excited and her mood was infectious.

"I want you to use me anyway you like! I may have asked for the scenario, but you have all the power to choose what you do to me. I only ask that you're rougher than normal." She finished the request in a sultry tone.

To that, John's mousehood throbbed jumped. All other emotions were drowned in a wave of lust. He looked eagerly behind her as the Illusion Cave began to twist and vibrate, setting a scene. Kestrel pulled away from him and strode into it, taking her place. John reached down and stroked himself as he waited for the signal.

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Jasmine sat in the ornate chair in the Queen's chambers again. A large mirror was set at a comfortable distance in front of her, reflecting her new outfit. She still was unused to the look but the feeling of power it imparted was active.

"The first lesson is one of most importance: lust. Jahaliya is built on it and the Goddess that watches over all demands it. It is proper to satiate yourself when possible. Of course, some circumstances demand it take a backseat, such as war times or labor."

Sylvia paced slowly as she spoke. Her tone changed back to when she was simply "Ms. Harrington." The ease she slipped back into a teacher's role surprised her.

"Do you have any questions about this before the presentation?"

Jasmine shifted in the chair. Her ears perked toward the lioness as she spoke. "I do. I've noticed the language Jahaliyans use can be very coarse. Does that have to do with lust as well?"

Sylvia was growing more aroused as the princess fell into the role of willing student. She could never teach naked back home and the thought made her ache for male attention. However, she followed her own rules: work first.

"The coarseness is taken away by the times of usage. Use "fuck" with some discretion so it can have passion and purpose. I don't think you need a lesson on when to do that." She winked at Jasmine. "As for others, "cock" and "pussy" can be sprinkled into your vocabulary and I encourage you to use them more often. The lesson I want you to take away most from this is that as long as we are honest and gracious, our actions appropriate, there is nothing wrong with lust."

The words sunk in as the mirror's reflective surface sparked to life. It looked like someone touched it with a statically charged paw before it shimmered. Both Jasmine's and Sylvia's attention were drawn to it.

"It seems like everything is in place. Please enjoy this demonstration, Your Highness. I put it together specifically for you."

"For me?" Jasmine gazed in wonder as her reflection fell away. It was like she was looking through a window now. The mirror was a portal to some other place in Jahaliya. A beautiful meadow stretched out in front of her, the sky a dazzling blue. Wildflowers sprang alongside a brook and a treeline kept the mystical place hedged in.

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Kestrel would have enjoyed the scenery more if she were back in her traditional maid outfit. She regretted choosing the clothing and a random scene setting. It did not seem important at the time and she was more excited about the stiff clothing and its implications.

"Ugh...how could females wear such elaborate clothes? They're far too tight and the heat is excruciating." She tugged at the high collar.

The floor-length Victorian gown made her stick out of the meadow like a sore thumb. It was a rich maroon color with gold accents. A jewelled brooch hung at her throat.

One thing she would get rid of was the bodice. Perhaps, the rest of the outfit could be worn without annoyance if the hateful thing was removed. She did appreciate the slim hips it gave her, but they were already shapely before.

It was hard to breathe. The weather did not make that any easier. Kestrel stared up at the sun as the shortness of breath took her. Swooning, the mouse-maid heard a distant engine working.

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Jasmine leaned forward in distress as the mouse fainted in the heat. "Will she be alright?"

Sylvia patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. She's perfectly safe. The Illusion Cave works deeply and enhances the situations it portrays. I admit, it can get very real."

The jackal settled back in the chair, but was not completely satisfied with that answer. A pair of paws appeared at her shoulders and a warm muzzle kissed her cheek.

"As someone who's been in the Illusion Cave, I can attest to that. Don't worry, Jas, everything's fine." Robin's voice whispered into her ear.

Jasmine smiled and nuzzled her friend's face, returning her attention to the scene. While Robin spoke, an airship landed in the clearing and John leapt from the deck to the meadow. It was all very gallant. The mouse wore his harness, boots, and a cape. However, his expression was not very gallant. The muscled male descended upon the hapless maid in the field with an expression darkened with lust.

Jasmine watched, captured again as he ripped apart the thick dress holding Kestrel. Her breasts spilled out into the light of day and John buried his muzzle into her mounds. The jackal clenched her thighs together as the mouse ran his tongue over her. She awoke and pressed her paws against him, pushing him away.

Her chair squeaked as she leaned in, mouth agape, drinking in the scene.

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"John! Be rougher!" Kestrel whispered as the mouse gently batted away her paws. "I want you to strip me, rape me! I'll say the safe word we discussed before starting."

"Oh, no!" She yelled out, louder. "What are you planning, you fiend!" Punctuating her words, the mouse slapped her "attacker" across the face.

John was startled but fell into character. "Shut up, you! I want you whatever way I wish and there's nothing you can do about it!"

Kestrel gasped in mock distress. "You cad! You devil!"

The mouse easily pinned his prey's arms down and began licking the side of her face. He kissed down her neckline and took a nipple in his mouth, rolling it around. His cock begged for attention as he fondled her tits. The maid squealed and blushed under his attention.

"No! I just wanted a stroll! Woe is me!"

"That's a bit overdone, Kes." John whispered. "Perhaps, just scream?"

"Oh, fine." She shot back and started wailing piteously.

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Robin slid her paws down Jasmine's shoulders. John had forced Kestrel's arms under her back. It looked uncomfortable but the maid did not ask to stop. The mouse's muscles rippled with the effort as she straddled her, effectively pinning her and leaving his arms free.

"He must've planned this out." Jasmine said, breathily. Robin agreed but did not say anything. She continued running her paws over the princess' body. She cupped her breasts and moved them down further to her slim waist.

On the other side of the mirror, John now had his cock out, trailing a large amount of pre-cum over Kestrel's chest. The mouse-maid tossed her head back and forth, trying to vain to escape. John's powerful legs and body kept her down. His abs flexed as he rolled his hips, pumping his erection between her breasts. With his paws free, John gripped her firm tits, squeezing the nipples. Kestrel threw her head back and moaned, almost disappearing into the flowers.

"Do you like what John's doing to her?" Robin moved her paws back up, trailing the tips over Jasmine's bare nipples. "I bet you want a thick cock between your own two tits right about now."

Jasmine closed her eyes and pictured it in her mind as the she-wolf caressed her sensitive chest. Fingers trailed up her cleavage and kneaded it, elicitingforcing a gasp.

She opened her eyes and they refocused on John ramming his hard length through Kestrel's chest. His eyes held a wildness as he thrust, the bulging mounds enfolding his pulsing phallus.

"Yeah...I want to fuck." Jasmine said. She was thrilled with the proper usage.

"I can help with that..." Robin trailed off. She strode around to Jasmine's front, kneeling in front of her and spreading her legs with a lusty grin.

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John pumped his cock into the tight opening he created in the maid's silky flesh. She was no longer fighting him. Kestrel's eyes were closed and she had her tongue out. The mouse exhaled sharply as the tip slid right up onto the wet tongue, trailing saliva back through.

Goddess, she was beautiful. The sexy maid had shed the acting, pushed aside from the lust that filled her. "Yes! John, fuck my tits! I want to taste your cum all over my face! Drown me!"

She said he could use her. "Shut up! You're my toy. I tell you what to do!" He stopped thrusting into her and slapped her across the face with his meaty penis. She looked up at him with surprise as a splatter of pre-cum soaked her cheek-fur.

Kestrel stared up the length of him, past his girth and up to the powerful pecs and biceps. He could take her any way he wished.

"Yes, Master!"

John rubbed his cock across her face and she let her tongue loll out, lapping at it as it passed. The mouse got excited. He had wanted to fuck the maid like this for so long. She was under his bidding now.

He wanted to spray his seed all over her face and leave her sticky and used.

"Yeah...you like my thick cock. Don't you, slave?" He said, harshly. John gripped his shaft and slapped it in the middle of her cleavage. It made a wet, meaty slap.

"Nngh, yes! Yes, Master! I love it!" Kestrel yelled out. Her Victorian gown lay in tatters around in the meadow.

"I'm gonna splatter that face of yours with my cum, because it's my face. I can do whatever I want to it!" John gripped her chin with one paw and forced her up. As she rose, he put his paw on the back of her head, craning her neck closer to his mousehood.

This angled her breasts perfectly and he took advantage. Using his free paw, John pressed her mounds back together and began earnestly tit-fucking her again. This time, he did not care as much, throwing himself into the pleasure of her folds. Kestrel was going wild in her head as well.

"Use me, Master! I want this so badly! Goddess, your cock is so big!" She could barely get the words out as the head of John's phallus smacked her in the lips with every thrust.

Without warning, the mouse sped up, pumping her tits hard. He growled and convulsed, gushing sticky stripes of cum all over Kestrel. The maid opened her mouth but she could not catch all of it. John came a hell of a lot more than usual, spattering the dripping ropes all over her.

The sticky white stuff ran down her cheeks and pooled in the spaces on her chest.

"Good, slave..." he panted and released her head. The maid flopped back to the soil, dazed. The Illusion Cave melted away around them as the scene rolled up.

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Jasmine was about to climax. Robin was pumping her own tongue deep into the jackal's pussy, licking all around and teasing her. The princess was gripping the sides of the chair, her knuckles showing through her fur as her back arched into it.

The door opened, drawing everyone's attention except for Jasmine's. Robin stopped and looked up from between the jackal's thighs. Ryoga had entered the room.

The prince's eyes filled up with both of his wives. Robin squatted in front of Jasmine, licking her lips and winking at the prince. The First Wife tilted her head and gave him a devastating look over her shoulder. Ryoga could not receive a better invitation.

He strode around the large chair, revealing Jasmine in her new outfit. Ryoga's wolfhood was at half-mast as he moved, but now it strained to reach his flat stomach.

With every move, the princess tinkled from the tiny bits of metal attached to her. The silken parts clung and grippedenhanced her graceful figure. Robin stood up and leaned on the back of the chair, appreciating how fast his cock jumped up at the sight.

"We should move to a place more comfortable." The she-wolf suggested, inclining her head toward the table where Sylvia and Horace sat.

Grabbing Jasmine, the wolf pulled her up and half-carried her to the table. He roughly bent her over the top, laying her flat and exposing her backside to him.

"I've been wanting to take you like this for so long!" Ryoga growled out, gripping his cock and guiding it to her.

"Fuck me!" She responded, spreading her legs wider and bracing herself on the table. "I've been watching John titfuck the maid for too long. I need this now!"

Without further words, the wolf slid the head of his cock into Jasmine and rammed the rest of it into her. He hunched over her, grabbing a pawful of each side of her hips. She was already sopping and ready for him. He so rarely got to slam himself inside of someone so quickly and the feeling tightened his lower bodythings down low.

Robin appeared in front of Jasmine. The table just short enough that her head could hang off the side. The she-wolf lifted up her chin and met her gaze as she was rocked back and forth with each thrust.

"I've pleasured you twice now...time for reciprocation." She put her footpaws shoulder-length apart and clasped either side of Jasmine's head, bringing the princess' mouth to her moist under-bits.

Jasmine buried her muzzle into Robin's pussy, eagerly lapping it up. Robin sighed happily and caught Ryoga's feral expression as he rutted the princess. The two wolves shared a moment as they both rotated their hips into the jackal between them.

Horace had taken Sylvia away from the table and over to the now empty chair. He turned it to face the trio and sat upon it himself.

"Would you care to watch, my dear? Or do you want to take matters into your own paws?" The bear rumbled, stroking himself.

"I should explain this lesson more fully..." The lioness studied the trio. Ryoga and Robin were gasping between kisses, forcefully making out over the jackal. "...they seem busy, though. Time for a break."

Horace leaned back as the feline gripped his thick shaft and guided it up into herself. The two of them let out a long breath as he pushed up into the soft folds. She rolled her hips expertly, touching all the spots as he reached around and squeezed her chest. The bear thrust into her desperately as she bounced on his cock.

Robin shuddered as Jasmine hooked her tongue inside of her and drew it out. The jackal had a very long organ. She was inexperienced, but that did not matter at this point. Ryoga was bracing himself with his paws on the small of Jasmine's back, her long fluffy tail out of his way. He grunted with every thrust, burying himself as far inside of her as he could go.

Suddenly, Jasmine tensed up under him and she screamed a gurgling cry into the she-wolf's thighs. It set off a chain reaction. Robin leaned back and cried out herself, quivering and holding the princess' head close to her. Her mouth parted and she caught Ryoga's gaze as she came.

The wolf prince was brought from that look coupled with his wife's tight pussy clinging to him. With a final pump, he rammed himself inside of her, a howl coming out of his muzzle as he painted her insides with hot cum.

Horace and Sylvia were left panting afterward as well. The lioness had bent far forward and her bear rose from the seat to fuck her harder. The pair collapsed against the furniture.

All in the room were covered in some kind of liquid and basked in the afterglow that suffused the place.

The door opened again.

"So, how did we..." John stopped with Kestrel at his side as they both took in the scene. Everyone lay exhausted on the table and chair, not even bothering to look up. "...do?"

Kestrel laughed and embraced the mouse's side. "Looks like we did well. We'll have to give them some time to recover." She trailed a paw down his side. "I suppose we could find something to do between now and then."

John grinned and caught her paw in his. "Some more roleplaying I hope."

"Whatever you want, Master." She teased.

"How about a game of 'cat and mouse'?" A voice asked from behind them. Lydra stood in the hallway watching the two. She ran a paw down her body and lifted an eyebrow.

Kestrel and John shared a look and then both grabbed the panthress, moving down the hall with her in tow.

Backup in the room, Sylvia got to her paws and strode to where Jasmine lay catching her breath.

"So, did the lesson take?" The lioness leaned onto the table next to Jasmine.

"We might have to do this again sometime, a repeat of this particular lesson." She laughed. "However, yes, I understood what you wanted to convey and I want to see John fuck again!" She added joyfully. It felt good to put that past her.

"Splendid," Sylvia stroked her hair. "The greatest gift for a teacher is knowing she's imparted something meaningful in her students."

"I think we've all imparted something into each other." Robin added. Jasmine tried to stifle a giggle, but she could not do it in time. The rest of the group was caught up in the joke and descended into laughter.