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'What is the meaning of this? How dare you. Unhand me.'

Kassina bit back a snort of derision, casting a quick glance at the fat pig struggling in the arms of two of her soldiers. This one has spirit, more so than many a merchant she has come across. And yet she hates him more for that. Warriors have spirit because of skill. This one believes money gives him his power.

'I demand that you..'

Kassina silences him with a swift punch to his gut, the loud squeal satisfying to her ears. She is no bully but had been tired of his complaining ever since her men had dragged him from his carriage. It was almost enough to make this little diversion not worth it. Almost.

This hadn't been planned. It had been pure chance one of her scouts had seen this caravan traveling almost on top of their base. And Kassina had never been one to pass up an opportunity when it presented itself. A short signal had been enough to alert her men on station, she always kept a force on standby and the quick horn blast was enough to rouse them to action and battle. Not that it had been much of a battle. A handful of guards and he thought he was safe anywhere. He wasn't, they had fallen quickly enough. Oh, not killed. She couldn't blame them for who they worked for. But they had certainly regretted resisting. She spares a satisfied glance for the rat that had decided to charge her, the stocky male still groaning as he clutches his balls.

'You can demand nothing here.' She kicked out, knocking the pig from where he had been kneeling onto his back with a thwack of her boot, driving the small amount of air out of his lungs with a gasp. 'Perhaps you do not know who I am, but I do not take kindly to demands.'

'You are a brigand, a common thief, a low tow wh...urkkkk.'

'I am nothing of the kind.' Kassina silenced him with a boot on his throat, rolls of fat yielding under the firm pressure. 'And you aren't worth the effort it would take to kill you. Your gold on the other hand, that I care about.'

'Yo..yo..' the pig splutters through a hacking cough. 'you..I won't let..'

'You have no choice.' Kassina snarled, lashing out with her boot and dropping him like a sack of potatoes. Her boot catches the side of his head and his eyes roll upwards, unconscious. Mercifully so. She had had enough of his whining.

While she had been 'attending' to the luckless merchant, her men had already started gathering the gold. Kassina allows herself a slow shake of her head. Petty thieves, indeed. She knows the reputation they have. And she rejects it. Her men are soldiers, each and every one. May hap they fight under her colours rather than for a king or realm, but soldiers they are. Soldiers that follow her values.

Kassina's ears twitch, something suddenly out of place. She is being watched. Carefully she turns, surveying the movement around her. Her eyes are drawn to the flash of white in the carriage. That is all she saw, barely catching sight of the high foxen ears before the face vanishes from the narrow window of the carriage with a soft meep. Her keen hearing picking that up even from this distance.

Her curiosity peaked, Kassina moves to and opens the carriage door slowly, her eyes peering through the gloom inside, the heavy drapes cutting out most of the light. Still, she can just make out a figure huddled on the far side, legs pulled up to her chest, her body trembling. Kassina is right, she is a fox, a vixen. Yet she is trembling more like a rabbit cornered by a fox.

The counter point is an endearing one, and Kassina can't help a predatory grin sliding over her face. Now that her eyes have grown accustomed to the gloom, she is able to get a proper look at this sweet young vixen. Even under the dirt and grime that clings to her fur, her pure white colouring is visible in places, the small black robe barely covering half of her body not able to hide that.

This gives her pause. White foxes are rare, only occurring in Nobel families. But this one doesn't look highborn, not at the moment at any rate. But if she is how did she end up here? Even stranger is that she is a slave, her eyes drawn to the plain collar around her neck. Not that slavery is uncommon, just that is to find one far from the slave houses of the cities. Or the homes of their masters. Slave owners are unusually protective of their wares and rarely travel with them, not without a significant guard. Slaves are one of the most valuable commodities and are treated much like gold or jewels.

And she could be as valuable to Kassina. She means to have her. She will take her too, she must be important to someone. And maybe she could fetch a pretty price to the right person. If not, she could get..pleasure from her in other ways. Her cunny is getting wet just thinking about despoiling this pure white vixen, breaking her to her will as she takes her pleasure from her.

But the terror in her eyes cannot be denied, terror that seems to quickly be overwhelming her. Even being this close has her breathing heavily. And not from excitement either, her breath coming in deep gasps as she tries to stand. It was lucky that Kassina had moved in close, being able to catch her as she swooned. She was a slip of thing, her body light in her arms. She seemed to be struggling to stay awake, giving one last attempt to escape before she collapsed, her eyes rolling into her head.

The unknown girl was still sleeping, tucked up in Kassina's bed with the sheets pulled up to her neck. It had been easy enough to remove her chains, but Kassina had left her clothes on. She could have removed them too, but despite her eagerness to see what lay underneath, she had worried about doing something to scare her. She allowed herself another soft smile, surprised by the feelings of protectiveness she feels, her heart aching just a little.

'Well, not the usual way you get a girl into your bed, is it?'

Kassina nods distractedly, not really listening to her lieutenant, considering his words. 'True enough..but she isn't just another girl in a tavern, is she?' She..when had she last thought of a girl as she in this way. 'If she really is highborn, maybe one of the royal family even, how did she come to be here? It's not as if this is anywhere near the capital.'

'Merchants travel long distances..he could have acquired her anywhere.'

'Yes, but how? Missing nobles tend to be reported. It's not an something to keep a secret..even if you want to.'

'So..what do you want to do?'

'We leave for Aqquillia in a week..we can maybe get some news there. Until then, we keep her here. If she really is highborn, someone will want her back. And will be willing to pay.'

'Aye..but will they pay in gold...or steel?'

It's a good question. One she doesn't have a good answer to. It's a risk alright, but one she is willing to take. 'Hopefully gold..but your right. We need to be careful here, not tip our hand too fast.'

'As you say. If you will excuse me, I'll go and turn out the night watch.'

Kassina nods silently, appreciating his tact. It would be best if their guest is alone when she awakes, well..alone with her anyway. Silently, Kassina grabs a book from her shelves and settles in the high backed chair to read, the only sound soon is the rustling of paper. She is pleased of herself,

She soon lost track of time, her mind engrossed in the book. Until a slight sound attracted her attention. Not much, just a delicate sigh. But it was enough. Kassina raised her head slowly, both paws resting on the book. The girl was stirring it seemed.

It didn't take long for her to awake, her eyes blinking in confusion as she looks around, seeming more confused than scared..until she sets eyes on Kassina. Then the familiar look of fear returns, her eyes dipping down. But she doesn't move or try to get out of the bed. Not even when Kassina stands, padding to her slowly.

'You don't have to fear me. I'm not going to hurt you. I want you to trust me. Can you tell me your name?'

She hesitates, maybe an odd request to her. If the merchant had treated her like she suspected, he might not have cared about it. But she did. It still takes her a good minute before she replies. 'Leala. What do you want from me?'

This was odd, slaves are taught to be respectful yet confidant, not always required to be silent and unnoticed until needed. But she speaks every word like she is expecting a lash any second, either from whip or tongue. Not that she wouldn't mind lashing her with her tongue. Or having her return the favour. 'Oh, something very important to me. You are someone very precious, Leala. You belong to me now. Now, please stand. I want to look at you.'

The hesitation was clear in her eyes, but she obeyed anyway. Kassina smiled in appreciation. She was looking forward to testing the limits of her submission. And her obedience.

Kassina let her fingers brush along the girls arm as she circled her, stepping close behind her and letting her feel her breasts against her back. Se stiffened, but didn't pull away. This might be the first time for her. Kassina can feel her trembling, her body shaking like a leaf. But she doesn't move away. Even as she takes her collar, deft fingers releasing the clasp easily. But she does look up, clearly confused as Kassina drops the leather band to the ground dismissively. 'You won't need this. I will get one that suits your new position. For you are mine now. Do you understand?'

Leala nods, watching her both silently and warily. The confusion dancing in her eyes is obvious, matching the way her ears dip to her head.

'Good girl.' Kassina whispers, letting her breathe tease her ear. 'Did you master ever touch you like this? Hmm?'

'N..no..he never did..he never..enjoyed me like he did his other slaves..he just made me please him mistress.' Leala muttered, her voice no more than a whisper. Kassina had a feeling the word just slipped out, but it sent a warm tingle through her body. Leala is blushing, the colour rising in her cheeks.

'Oh?' Kassina's question is full of genuine surprise and intrigue. 'Now why would that be? One as beautiful as you?'

'He never said that...he...said I was ugly.'

'Why don't you let me decide that?' Kassina undoes the sash and, with a whisper of silk, slides the robe off Leala's body. Her strong supple hands aid its glide over her shoulders, actively stripping her rather than letting her be exposed slowly. relishing the naked fur against hers.

The gasp from Leala rings in her ears, and she pulls her now topless body against hers, relishing in the feel of her warm body and soft fur pressed to her chest as her paw glides down the slender vixen's stomach. 'See..you are beautiful my sweet vixen. So very beautiful.' she murmurs, nipping playfully at her neck while her paw brushes around her waist. 'Now..you will want to freshen up, I have no doubt. I require that you shower. I will prepare some new clothes for you. Go.'

Kassina purrs that last word, nodding towards the door that leads from her quarters to her private chambers. It makes her happy to see that Leala obeys, even if she seems relived to be out of her company.

Leala is not, not exactly. Her mind is so conflicted right now. What she had spoken to Kass..her mistress, had been true. No man had shown interest in her but what she could do for them. Or, if she is gallingly honest, to them. She had been trained as a slave, but one that would be treated much differently. To have someone show true interest in her, her body as much as her needs, it is unheard of to her mind. But it cannot last. Underneath her submissive and modest training, she is scared. If she were to truly see her..her true nature she would surely hate her.

She tries to distract herself from the sadness in her heart. She has been given an order, but one that will be her undoing. When her new mistress sees her, she will cast her out. That is the cause of her sadness. She has just found a mistress the likes of which she had craved. And she is about to lose her. That doesn't stop her undressing anyway, her mind unable to resist the command she has been given, revealing the very nature she had been told to hide. Quickly and with a nervous sigh, she into the shower, starting to wash herself and loosing herself under the hot water, letting it cascade over her head and run down her body. The closeness of it blocking all sound and sense until she shakes her head clear of it, the stream moving to her shoulders.

'Enjoying yourself?'

Leala starts, moving further into the shower, her front nearly pressed against the cool stone, her arms wrapped around her body. The voice behind her catching her by surprise, her heart leaping into her throat.

'You do not have to hide, my sweet vixen.' Leala risks a quick glance backwards and her heart starts to beat faster. Kassina is naked as she is, her body unashamedly on display to all who might be looking. Which now is just Leala, even if she doesn't look for long. Her pulse pounds in her head, her heart clutched by a heady mix of anticipation and anxiety. Please..don't let her come closer. Her fervent prayer is muttered silently in her head, hoping desperately that it will come true. She cannot even look back as much as she wants to see Kassina's body again, to feast her eyes on her beauty. It would be too much, seeing her moving closer. But she can hear her moving, her ears picking up soft footfalls.

'Why do you hide?' Kassina steps into the steam and under the spray, her fur matted quickly. 'Am I that repulsive to you?' the wolfess chuckles, stepping right up behind her.

'No..no.' Leala trembles, her body shaking, overwhelmed by new feelings. 'It's not that...it's me..you would not want to see me.' She is doing something she was told never to do, told was wrong. Utterly wrong. It was the first lesson her master has taught her. She can still remember the distain in his eyes and harshness in his voice.

Not at all like the soft, almost concerned tone in her mistress's voice. 'Why don't you let me decide that?' Kassina smirked, her arms linking around her body, delicate fingers dancing up her stomach and brushing over her nipples with a touch as silken as her voice.

'No!' That touch is too much. Leala leaps out of Kassina's arms like she had been scalded. The wolf so shocked that she released her immediately. And Leala made good use of that, rushing to the side of the room, to press her back against the wall, her delightfully nude chest heaving. 'Please..don't..don't look at me.'

Kassina raises an eyebrow. She has had girls scared of her, worried about being with a predator until she relaxes them. But this seems more like she is scared of her own body. No slave has ever seemed this way, all of the proud of their bodies.

'Why should I not? I do not see how you can say you are not beautiful.' Kassina purrs, taking a slow step closer, her hands resting on her shoulders.

Leala reacts like a trapped animal. 'Because..you have not seen me. No man has seen me. They would not want to. I am just..wrong.'

Kassina chuckles, her tone so soft and soothing Leala dares to hope that maybe she will be different, that she will not reject her. 'But I am not a man, am I? Let me see you.'

Leala sighs, her lower lip wobbling. She really has no choice. And maybe, just maybe, her mistress would not react the way she fears she will. The choice is taken away from her, her mistress turning her with a delicate pressure on her shoulder until Leala is facing her. She is fully on display, her face burning with shame and loathing. She can see all of her, not one inch of her body hidden by anything now, water running down over her breasts, her stomach and the bulge of her sheath curving just above the swell of her sac. She wants to crawl away and just curl up into a corner, to never been seen again. This is why her master had kept her hidden, he knew the secret of her body and like others had been repulsed by her.

And yet, Kassina hasn't said anything. Or shown any reaction at all. But neither has she turned away. The wait is terrible, she just wishes she would say something, anything. The silence is the worst.

'Now..why would you say you are ugly?' Kassina purrs, running her paws over her stomach and down to her crotch. Leala is swimming in new sensations as Kassina's paw dips a little lower. No man has touched her here, has even wanted to see her and yet she cannot ignore the feel of the first touch on her sheath, her paw curling around her to squeeze her sac. She thought she might stop there but she doesn't. Kassina shows no hesitation or revulsion. And she can't stop her body responding. A mortified heat fills her cheeks, her shaft stiffening and sliding from her sheath, greeted by the soft touch of her mistress. Her paw strokes along all of her length, brushing right to her head and circling around it. Leala recognises the technique. She has done the same thing, to many men, but she never knew how it could feel.

Her strong paw stroked her increasingly needy shaft like no one had ever done, never breaking contact with her head for a second. Before she can even tell her to keep going, she has stopped, leaving her panting as she hugs her closer. 'No one will ever say you are ugly again.' Kassina whispers, her voice hot and deep, washing over her neck. 'And no one will ever touch you the way I did. You are all mine now. But we can do that later. First, we need to clean you up.'

Not moving away from her body, Kassina collected a sponge from the side of the shower, coating it quickly in a pure white lather that smelled of strawberries. Leala had never smelt anything like it. Today is certainly a day of firsts. Never before had anyone touched her like this. All the men she had known had been so forceful and harsh, never caring about her as they took their pleasure from her. But Kassina is different. She still wants her body, she can tell that much form her intensions from the way her body pressed so close. This might be her first time with a woman, but women and men are not so different it seems. Apart from her, but even that doesn't seem to matter.

She doesn't know what she is feeling but she likes it. Kassina is being so gentle with her touch, the sponge brushing down over her stomach and then up to her shoulders. She feels a finger run around the edge of her breast with the sponge, just teasing her body for a second then pulling away. Her nipples are aching, pressing right out from her fur. And all the time her shaft growing harder.

The sponges swept over her breast, fingers curling around her soft mound and the soft pad brushing her aching nipple. Leala trembled, uncertain what to do or react. But she knows how she feels. She dares to feel safe and loved, dares to think that Kassina really cares about her. That seems like a dream, one she is scared to think might come true.

Kassina seems aware of her confusion, and yet going further, working to soothe it. The warmth of the water combined with the soft touch as the washing continues lower is sweeping away her concerns. Fingers brush the edges of her breasts, moving in a slow circle as she cleans away the layers of grime and dirt clinging to her fur. She murrs as fingers brush the edges of her breast, and her mistress's lips kiss the side of her neck.

While the sponge is worked lower over her stomach and towards the area she most wants to be touched and yet has never been touched. She rubs her legs together, trying not to squirm. Some part of her feels she still has to hide this feeling, that it is wrong for her to feel this.

Leala's toes are curling up, her head tipping back a bit. The soft foam and water and gentle touch all serving to stimulate her breasts, her nipples aching under them. And yet, soothing too. The hardness is an intoxicating sign of her arousal. Don't let this stop.

Fingers curled around her breasts again and then swept lower. She could feel her arousal starting to grow. Her cunny getting wetter under her attention.

She sought, craved even, relief for the fire consuming her body. But she couldn't move and just hung on as sponge swept up her shaft, running over her head. No part of her body was ignored. Her stomach is the next to get the same treatment, the suds running down over her now hard sheath. Leala gasps, even with her eyes shut feeling the hardening of her length. She had never been allowed to feel this before, no one paying this kind of attention to her.

'Please.' she whispers in a hoarse moan, a guttural expression of her own pleasure. she has never been this turned on this quickly. She should be scared but she isn't. She just feels love and trust to her new mistress, wanting to please her.

'Patience.' Kassina whispers, somehow reading her desire. 'Let's get you cleaned up, then we can do that.'

Leala finds it impossible to wait, her cunny growing wetter between her legs, her shaft straining as the sweeping washes on her body. Her body trembles each time the soft suds brush over her body with the delicate pressure of the sponge. But she is in the hands of her mistress now. Kassina takes time, brushing in a slow circle, almost teasing her, building her pants higher then moving away.

This cleaning is almost like a game, making sure she turns her on as she cleans her. This is nothing like any one has treated her. She clings to her, her paws reaching out and sinking into her mistress's rump. She blushes, wondering if that is too much. But she needs to hold to something. Her mind is racing ahead, trying to think what she might be going to do.

She doesn't have to wait long, Kassina seeming to be satisfied, the rest of her body cleaned now, her fur pristine white again. She moves to stand in front of her, and Leala blushes. The predatory lust in her eyes is something she knows well, but this seems different. What happens next is different too.

Kassina presses her back to the shower wall and kisses her. The kiss is soft, warm and passionate. And Leala starts to respond after only a second's hesitation. Not much, just testing the waters as she presses closer, letting her paws on her hips, her arms shaking.

Kassina breaks the kiss and Leala looks over her body, seeing the same signs of arousal, the deep musky scent filling her nostrils. She moves to act on her training and lowers her head, moving to take her nipple in her mouth. She is almost there when Kassina pushes her away. 'There will be time enough for that later.'

Leala moves back, confused. 'But...don't you want me too?'

'I do. But I'm going to take care of you this time. Trust me.'

Leala nods, swallowing deeply. She wants to, she has too. Her head swims. This isn't how a slave should be treated. Yet Kassina seems to be genuine. The sponge is brought to her shaft, circling over the head, the suds running down her length and over her sac. She is no longer sure if Kassina is washing her shaft or teasing her but she doesn't want it to stop. The soft skin of her shaft is explored and cleaned with a delicate touch, gliding and stroking, running down from her tip towards her sac. Anticipatory murrs and groans flowing from her mouth, part of her just giving in and enjoying this. Moans that grow as she climbs the sponge up her shaft. Them it all changes.

The sponge is replaced by supple fingers, curling around her head and brushing the sensitive skin, running over it with her thumb. Her positon is adjusted, her body now right under the hot water streaming right down over her cock, that being the only stimulation before Kassina her mouth down to her shaft. Before she can say anything, Kassina kisses her softly, running her tongue over her and teasing the tip. Her mouth sucks her head, alternating between taking the round glands between her lips and kissing over it gently. And licking her, the touch of her tongue gliding up and down her length, never leaving her head alone for long.

Leala is murring in delight, thoughts of her station gone. She just wants to keep Kassina sucking her. But her training is warring with her desire. This is so alien to her. 'Please..I..should be doing...mmmm...doing that.'

Kassina squeezes her head softly, not stopping the rhythmic contractions of her paw as she lifts her head to look deep into her eyes. Leala starts, seeing sweet attention in her eyes. 'Not yet, lovely girl. I want to have you like this.'

Leala gasped, her moans growing louder. Kassina is running her tongue all over her shaft, lavishing and layering sweet attention on her head. She had no idea her body could be so sensitive. Already her cock is straining, a pressure building up in her. Along with a consuming fire, her need so strong.

Kassina must have seen that, rising to kiss her, a soft lingering touch that she held as she pressed her fingers against her cunny, lingering on her lips then dipping inside her. Leala couldn't keep silent, her mouth open wide in a long gasp. Her virgin cunny protested then relented, the fingers pressing inside her. And yet so tenderly. Kassina moved those wonderful digits slowly, letting her grow used to each inch she filled her with. Her cunny clamp and cling to the probing fingers, her hips wiggling and moving as she writhes with the sensation, pleasure washing over her body, goose bumps tingling up and down her back despite the warmth of the water. A warmth that is nothing to the wet heat in her cunny. Her juices are squishing around her fingers, the heady scent of desire rising and mixing with Kassina's, her folds growing increasingly moist.

While her fingers probed and teased her cunny, her mouth had not been idle, kissing back down her body to pause and lick at her breasts again, tongue assaulting and stimulating one nipple then another, tracing a slow and delicate path from one to the other. She sucks on one for a few long seconds, then moves to the other to make sure to give it the same soft treatment.

While it feels so good, Leala is caught in the ecstasy of it and yet craves her mouth on other parts of her body, to have that wonderful tongue running over her delicate cunny, lapping up her juices as she moans and urges her on. It's like all her suppressed desires are coming back to the fore and she cannot deny the allure of that. Nor the allure of returning the favour to her new mistress.

Kassina drags her away from her fevered thoughts as her mouth drags away from her breasts with a slow trail of kisses down her stomach, her skin becoming all the more heated from her touch. She paused to kiss around her navel, enjoying the way she squirmed and moaned. It was obviously clear to her how much Leala was enjoying this, and where else she wanted to be touched. But that seemed no cause to make her go faster.

'Mmmm. Please, don't tease me...don't do that...I want you.' Leala murred hotly, her legs thrusting forward to follow the fingers that flicked and rubbed her clit, the touch pulling away all too quickly.

'Soon. Very soon.' Kassina promised. 'When I'm ready. And you can't say you aren't enjoying this.'

That is true, but Kassina seems to know she how much she enjoys it but is in no rush to continue. Leaving Leala no choice but to wait and enjoy her touch. Her fingers press into her with a steady rhythm, and Leala has no choice to give into her first finger fuck. How many times had she dreamed of this. To have someone to share this with, to have some man choose her and take her in his bed, to take her to his bed. This may not have been what she imagined but now she wouldn't take anything else. She would take this over her fantasy.

Kisses on her stomach give way to soft smooches over her sac, brushing the gentle swell and then down lower. The first touch of her tongue makes her moan urgently, the tip just slashing over her lips but already she lolls her head back, opening her body up to her. Not just her body but her will, her very being. Before she had no choice, but now she submits willingly to her silky lover and her honeyed tongue.

Oh goddess, that tongue. Leala is lost in how hot and wet she makes her, her whole body weak and trembling with each lick. Leala has no choice but to cling to the wall of the shower, scrabbling on the smooth tiles as Kassina licks her like a woman possessed. She knows this might just be the start, not knowing what will happen next. Not knowing how her mistress will take her next or where. But part of her doesn't care, right now just wants to enjoy this.

'Mi...mistress.' Leala moans, wanting to call out her name, to scream it as she moans, to press her hands to her head and keep her licking. But if she moved her hands, she would fall. And she doesn't want her mouth to leave her sex.

It does anyway. One last lick and then her tongue dances upwards, teasing and flicking the hard bud of her clit with a few deft stokes before moving higher. The young vixen watches in shock as her mouth kisses up her shaft with an agonisingly slow pace. Leala hadn't been expecting what comes next, so it was a complete surprise when she takes her shaft into her mouth, sucking with the same soft touch she treated her cunny too. Leala Is now riding a wave of shaking pleasure, one that threatens to completely overwhelm her and steal her very breath. Her cunny is getting wetter, even though she is not being licked there, the touch on her shaft making the same effect as Kassina sucks and bobs her head slowly over her tip. Is this how it feels? She had given head to many men before but had never known what it felt like. She is caught by the desire to repay her mistress, to return the attention to her. Once she gets the chance of course.

It is becoming a fight to see what holds out longer, her arms or her threshold. She is being pushed closer to her release. She is moaning loudly, her orgasm threatening to overwhelm her. Her mouth has stopped working or she would plead to come. If she could say something she would, but her throat feels tight and dry.

Kassina is going slow, letting her cum at her own pace. But she knows she can't stop it, she doesn't want too. Up and down her. Mistress sucks, her tongue lashing over her tip and then flicking down to lick the sensitive spot right on the front of her head. Leala wants to scream, that single touch pushing her right to the edge of her release. That is what she loves most about this, Kassina is giving her pleasure, not just taking it from her. And she seems to really know what she is doing. Her mouth dips down, wrapped around her length now. Kassina sucks and slides her mouth up and down her shaft, her head bobbing slowly. Leala never knew it could feel like this, an act that had been so forceful now made so soft and tender. Men had just taken their pleasure, not let her give it, not let her go at her own pace.

Despite the slow pace, she knows she can't hold back very long. Her body shakes, tingles of bliss running over her. Her cunny tightens, clenching in pleasure she can't hope to control. The sensations are spiralling away from her. One deep moan slips from her mouth, her hips thrusting forward and pressing her shaft deep into her mouth. Kassina never stops sucking, pushing her arousal higher. She cums hard, her mind going blank as she leaps into her first orgasm. Her mouth massages her head, sliding up and down softly, drawing more cum from her that she swallows quickly.

She has no idea how long she cums, but she is drained when it finishes, her body sagging down with Kassina guiding her down. She gasps as she hits the tiles gently, a soft yet urgent sound. The water streams over her face, washing away the tears that are streaming down her cheeks. Her pants turn to sobs, her chest heaving as she tries to control her tears. We tries to speak, to explain what she feels. But she can't. Kassina seems to know anyway, helping her to stand and hugging her. No words pass, Leala sobbing with mixed joy and sorrow, her mind warring with her. And feeling Kassina there, her body so strong and comforting. All her repressed sorrow leaks out of her, staining her cheeks and pouring onto her mistresses shoulder. She doesn't care that she is crying like a baby, she just has to let this out. Time just drops away as she hugs her, having no idea how long they spend here, just knowing she does want to leave. And that she won't, that she will be here with her mistress for ever. Her new mistress.