Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

Rook stably held Tara close as she desperately clung to him in return, bucking and almost thrashing as he guided her through her first orgasm at the hands of a partner (and if she had never curiously explored her own body before, perhaps her first true orgasm in her life). His finger felt her tight folds hungrily twitch and grip at him as she cried his name and what she was feeling, moaning her way through her climax...and then ended as Tara's strongest convulsions ceased and gave way to shivers, and she whimpered happily in the afterglow while turning her head to nuzzle Rook's neck in return. All he while, his arm and body remained rock-solid, unmovable unless she conciously willed it, a known and already-familiar reliable constant that she could anchor to while in a churning sea of chaotic new sensations.

He truly was her Rook; her castle, her tower, her pillar of strength. Hers.

As her shaking calmed down and her breathing evened out, she gently pushed away from him so she could fully turn towards him. He gladly and smoothly released his grip on her and pulled his hand away from her maidenhood as he also gave between her legs one last grind with his whole palm to spread out and de-concentrate the sensations, helping her recover and gradually come down from the high she had just acheived. She reached up and scratched his head nicely, and said the two words that he was most conditioned to seek as a reward. His eyes fluttered and he sighed happily as he felt satisfied at just that knowledge....and aroused. Just over the edge of the tub, just out of Tara's sight, Rook's wolfhood had fully unsheathed itself, and it was a specimen to match himself; proportional in size to him, with bare skin colored a striking red, crisscrossed with pulsing veins, a blunt tip, and a bulbous canine knot at the base. A powerful tool of pleasure, like the rest of his body. He did not give it any attention himself however, and it remained out of Tara's view.

His job for her was still yet unfinished, there was only one thing left to do; He gave her a reassuring squeeze on her shoulders and helped her settle back down in the tub to lean back leasurely as he delicately lifted her hair and laid it out behind her, preparing to wash that as well. And he did so, with a lather up of shampoo that included a very pleasing fingertip-massage of her scalp. Next came the rinse, and then even a delicate brushing and combing, grooming her hair to perfection. It took some time, however, she was able to simply relax and close her eyes through it, her mind allowed to wander and ponder what she had just experienced. Soon enough though, Rook had finished that as well, and wrapped her long hair in a towel to dry. Finally, every last bit of Tara's body was completely clean, her every muscle more relaxed than it ever had been, all mixed in with the first sexual experience she had ever recieved from another, all combined to make her body feel the most relaxed it had ever been in her life. She might even feel like a new woman.

After Rook had finished with her hair, he leaned his upper body back over to her, with his lower body still on the outside of the tub, and his member still fully erect. With light, reassuring rubs of her shoulders, he spoke to her again. "Mistress Tara is now fully clean, that task is finished...now, now should Rook be cleaned? Would Mistress Tara like to clean her Rook herself, or shall Rook clean himself for her?" The 'for her' might have seemed an odd choice of words to Tara, but depending on how high her head was in the clouds at the moment, she might not notice...

((I gotta admit, I want a Rook too! xD))

Rook was so strong and absolute in his holding her, making the young princess feel safe and taken care of. His palm slipping over her vulva, smoothing out all the tingling, sensitive pleasure.. Also teasing her soft mound, she sighed out with her still unaligned heavy breaths. She followed his coaxing as he gave her shoulder a squeeze, gently getting her to sit back down in the tub. He seemed quite pleased with her reply, he coaxed her to relax and lean back, pulling her hair back to wash it.. She slowly closed her eyes, letting him wet and lather her hair. Slowly, her body began to slip back down from the overwhelming, shaking pleasure he'd caused in her. She didn't know what to think, between her legs was still throbbing, aching for more.. His teasing dip into her virgin slit made her desire more to be shoved, crammed and pushed inside her. The idea made her blush, his soft massage calming her nerves.

Closing her eyes she wondered what kind of life Rook had, if he enjoyed being her pet, if she could be a good mistress to him. Rook was so strong, certain in how he was to act, what he should do. How he should obey, even when to take the lead with a mistress like her, the complete opposite of her. Tara was always uncertain of herself, that she'd let everyone down.. That's why she hid herself, why she was so shy. In a way she wouldn't let anyone down, but, as the last unmarried princess now eyes began to turn on her. She was the last princess who wasn't married off to another kingdom or lesser lord otherwise.. The last to be groomed as queen while the other more acquit, confident sisters of hers had fallen in love with princes far away. Leaving her here, to take the throne.. When she grew into a woman.. And Rook had already been successful in making her feel different.

As he drew her hair into a towel, pressing against her, starting to rub her shoulders once more. His soft breaths making eyes flutter close, a soft sigh filling her lips. His words seemed rather sensual, all of his touches did even more so after that, Tara gazed up over her shoulder to him, big blues curiously slipped over his upper body.. "For.. me?" She did happen to catch it, seeming quite curious and interested to what he exactly meant, although, Tara was curious to explore him as well.. But The shy princess wasn't sure she had enough courage to do anything like that yet. "I..I'd be alright.. I..If you did it for me." She said softly, curious to what he was going to do, Tara shifted up, her naked body soaked and completely relaxed and limp. She felt better than ever before. After emptying the bath tub, leaning down so sensually her bottom sticking out bare and slick. As it was empty, Tara began to fill it again. "But.. I..I might.. Help.." She said shyly, trying to express that it wasn't that she didn't want to wash him.. Or touch him.. Even if he'd just brought her to a roaring orgasm with his thick fingers.. It hadn't changed Tara completely.

Rook nodded to Tara as she decided on having him wash himself. Oh, he couldn't wait to give her another glimpse of what he could do for her! He watched happily as she lifted her naked, smooth, and shiny-slick wet body out of the water and drained the tub, before starting to fill it again and stepping out of the tub herself. Still crouched down, Rook kept his hips subtly shifted away from her, thereby hiding his powerful erection from her. It wouldn't do to spoil the tease he was about to perform, it must be properly built up, properly presented.

He stood up and stepped into the tub after Tara vacated it, still making sure his front was facing away from her, then crouched down into the water and breifly leaned forward, barely managing to dip his entire considerable bulk into the water, then came back up soaked from head to toe while still crouched. His well-groomed grey fur was now slick and flat against his body, accentuating his muscle tone even further, and even had a slight sheen to them from the water. He reached up to get some shampoo to rub into his hands, and took a very deep breath to focus. From behind him, Tara would see his back rise and fall with that single slow, deep breath. He was ready, it was time to put on a show for his Mistress, like he had done many times before for the ones who trained him to do so.

With obvious and deliberate slowness, inappropriate for a simple casual wash, Rook raised himself to a standing position with his back still facing Tara as he drew his soaped hands up his sides. His tail was breifly motionless, held straight down, but then...with his legs spread a bit apart, Rook leaned a little to the side, moving his hands slowly through the fur on his sides, and gently swished his tail. He then reversed directions, leaning a little to the other side with another swish of his tail as he continued to rub himself with his hands. And then back again, and forth...Rook was now swaying side to side sensually as he washed his own back, his arms able to bend around with surprising limberness (Another trait he had acquired from so many exercises and being tied in many creative stretching positions over the years). He was clearly displaying his body as a show 'for her'.

Tara surely had to have caught on by now on what he had been talking about.

Rook continued in this manner, leaning down at one point to make sure he got the backs of his legs as he continued his gentle swaying and tail-swishing, moving to a slow music only he could hear. After he had gotten every bit of his own back, he slowly turned in place, smoothly sweeping his feet around the tub. Tara then got a stark reminder to never again let the fur fool her; her pet was naked. Seated between Rook's legs, pointing straight up, was his fully erect and solid cock, with two furry globes hanging beneath it, his manhood presented in all its glory. Rook continued his dance as he washed himself, showing off not just what made him male, but also his powerful pectoral muscles, his heavy biceps, his thick thighs. As he washed, every now and then, he did grasp his manhood and rub his hand along its length once before returning to wash elsewhere.

All the while, there was one common theme to his gyrating, swaying, already-stripped 'striptease'. The way he moved, the posture he held, the demeanor he showed, the expression on his face as he looked at Tara...despite being physically larger and far, far stronger than her, nothing in his dance suggested any agressive or dominant 'submit to my power' vibe. Even to Tara's inexperience, Rook's practiced and well-displayed dance sent only one inviting message of 'this is all yours, you can have it'.

Tara watched as Rook slipped into the tub, standing by it rather curiously, she felt awkward just watching him bathe.. Yet her shyness took hold for the obvious solution of her getting involved in his bathing, watching as water splashed over his furry form, how it brought his shiny fur flat against shapely muscles and enticing contorts of his handsome, sturdy body. Dripping from his chin, such a strong chest.. She felt an ache to run a hand down it, feeling his firm muscles.. Watching curiously as he squirted some shampoo of his own into those wolfish hands, letting out a powerful breath, that she watched shift his body.

Gazing upon her pet as he slowly stood, slowly, starting to sway.. shift with purpose.. Soapy hands drawing over his thick sides, sliding through soft fur, over those enticing muscles, each shape of his strong shoulders, that tight backside and thick, powerful thighs.. Rubbing across his vast back, so.. Flexible.. So.. She felt her heart flutter, that tingling building between her legs, thighs squirming together as she watched his sensual show, noting that playful tail. She was aroused and entranced by his eager display of himself. But, when he turned around, her excitement heightened. Along with uncertainty and meekness. He was only cloaked in fur after all.. Never wearing clothing in the first place, yet his fur seemed like enough.. That was now blown out of the water, seeing the red tapered head, its long thick length, pointing straight at her.

It brought an almost as red stain to her cheeks, blue eyes slipping over every detail of him despite this. Blinking oh so innocently with those clear as day orbs. Tara watched as he danced and displayed his beautiful, statuesque body to her, Rook was so effortless in being able to please her. Certainly the perfect pet, she felt the heat in her body rise at the image of him stroking himself, yet, his sensual dance, never left her intimidated or feeling small, it was almost like he was beckoning her. To come take what he so fully splayed in front of her, dangling at her fingertips so teasingly. That it was hers to grasp.

Tara approached him slowly, at the edge of the tub, looking up to him, a gentle hand slipped over his, "Let me.. Help you wash that off.." She whispered to him, her gaze staying firmly on his upper body, she seemed nervous.. Uncertain and shy.. Yet.. Tara wanted to be close to him, to touch and explore what he so teasingly preformed with in front of her.

Coaxing his large form to sit in the tub, relax and lay back like he'd done for her. Tara cupped water in her slender, delicate hand. Letting it cascade down onto his chest before a soft touch slipped down the pecs as well, just like him, she washed down his strong arms, continuing to use her hand to cup water, watching it slip down his damp fur, a soft touch slipping behind his head, giving a soft, tender scratch to each ear, slipping between them, a gentle rub, soft touches slipping down his muzzle. A soft kiss on his nose, shy smile on pink lips.

Then, a soft, slender hand started at his knee, slipping up those thighs.. His thighs were so sexy, so thick and strong.. She slipped up to his hip, just past the pointing pillar. Tara gave it a meek yet interested look, sliding her hand up his side, washing the soap from it as well.. Before her hand came back to that set of sexy thighs, feeling the heat radiating from it.. She knew she should finish washing him off.. Yet, a curious touch came from the girl. It was slow, light and oh so tender. Gently gripping around the base of him, slender fingers squeezing against him, perk breasts dangling just over the edge of the tub, still so slick and soaked. Blinking, curious eyes turning up to him. He was so hot, that thickness between her fingers.. Slowly, that soft hand began to draw up, while she also tried her best to guise his reaction to quite the bold touch from his shy, virgin Mistress.

Rook was pleased with himself as his sexual display appeared to have the desired effect. He watched Tara's wandering eyes, noticed her rosy-red cheeks, saw her shuffle her legs in anticipation, and knew that she must already be getting that creeping feeling between her legs once more. Yes indeed, he was doing his job well. He continued his slow, swaying dance even as Tara approached him and said that she wanted to rinse him off, only stopping his dance as she reached out to touch him. He molded himself to her hands, smoothly moving as she desired, coming to a sitting position in the tub as her hands guided him there.

He laid back against the edge of the tub and relaxed as Tara began rubbing water over his body and chest to rinse the soap out of his fur. As one of her hands came up behind his head to give him little scratches, he eagerly leaned his head into her hand, clearly enjoying the attention. She moved to peck his nose again, and he returned her shrinking violet smile with a silly one of simple doglike happiness, despite that his body more resembled a wolf.

As her hand then slipped down to his legs to rub along one of his thighs, he spread his legs wide, fully exposing his still-erect shaft. Sure enough, a few moments later, with uncertain hesitation, he felt her small tender hand grasp the base of his manhood. He looked to her with wide, pleading eyes as she gently pulled her hand along the length of his shaft, and he slightly rolled his hips in response as he began panting quietly in desire and anticipation.

Pushing past her itching nerves, fingers stroking Rook so gently. His veins pumping beneath fingertips, the hot sensation of his eager flesh.. She heard his panting, the sensual roll of his hips. It got the young princess excited in ways she'd never experienced before, legs spread so fully, as if to further drive home his intentions of coaxing her to take all she wanted from him. Wide eyes directed at her, Tara wanted to make him cum, to hear his moans. His hitched breath, shifting hips.. She wanted to give her pet a reward for being so patient with her, for holding her close through the night. Comforting, strong and reliable, like a true rook to a queen.

He made many jerking, pumping motions with her when he rubbed at her clit as well as pushed into her tight virgin slit. So it was only obvious what would stimulate him. Tara began to raise both her gripped hands, one just above the over, covering at much of his member as she could. Tara began to pump, shift, and rub up and down, her thump pushing up against the curve of his mushroom head, warm brown eyes directing to the tip of his long thick erection.. Movements fluid, smooth with such soft warm hands, squeezing gently, thrusting, speed building with each shift to the base of that thick, hot cock in her inexperienced hands.

Those same warm eyes turned to his face, for a moment catching his gaze, then turning quite red, avoiding his gaze afterwards.. She'd heard about woman pleasing men with there mouths, from gossiping servants... Tantalized sisters with such lewd stories she'd often run away or tune out before too long.. But.. How should she go about that? A deep breath filled those soft, plump pink lips before she hunched over the tub. Both her hands on that slick, wet cock, the thick head only moments away. A small brush of her lips against it, she pulled back shyly. The heat of his tip against her lips, giving a quick look upwards before laying a soft kiss upon it.. Then a rather curious lick, slow and tender. So careful and light in touch, hands still pumping, slipping up and down with the smooth slickness of wet hands..

Picking up speed, hanging over the side of the tub, her towel threatening to fall from her head. Strains of pretty black hair dangling out, bare breasts dangling teasingly, her perk backside aimed at the air sensually as she did this all.. To please her pet. Tara had to admit, this was exciting.. Enticing.. And she was surprisingly forward, maybe it was the lust, the need for more.. maybe it was his comforting and forward nature that inspired her to indulge, to be more confident. "Rook.. You've been so good to me, I want to give you a reward." His new owner whispered, "I..I want to make you.." She leaned down avoiding his gaze once more, that textured hot tongue once more leaving a slow lick over his tip, "..Cum.." Hot breath washed against the ridged member, she was overwhelmed with sensations, feelings.. Desires that fogged her from over thinking and worrying so much, in the moment his hips shifting, his moans or pants were all that mattered..

As Tara added her second hand to Rook's shaft and began grasping and rubbing more firmly, with more confidence, Rook's panting kicked up a notch. He breathed in and out almost in time with the strokes up and down, very lightly rocking his body back and forth as he looked between Tara and her hands. Tara could feel all the contours with her fingers; the throbbing of his cock, the pulsing of the veins, the heat of his firm but squeezable flesh, and the even harder bulging knot at his base, all together making his shaft the most visceral thing the shut-in princess had ever touched. A few moments later, Rook watched with almost shocked surprise as Tara then leaned her head in...and lightly kissed his dickhead, causing his real head to lean back and moan softly. It was very, very rare for any of the mistresses who trained him to ever use their mouths on him. Being a mostly one-way pleasure to him, it was a very special treat, a sign that his mistress was so happy with him that they would give pleasure to him rather than take, a reward for exceptional behavior and performance (aside from those few mistresses who actually liked shoving meat into their mouths, but even then, Rook was usually returning the favor at the same time).

At the same time, with the light, teasing way that Tara was doing it... Rook knew better than most that firm and decisive wasn't always the most pleasureable, sometimes, the lightest teasing touches propelled one's excitement higher, and Rook was feeling just that. As Tara then drew her human tongue slowly over him, Rook moaned louder. "Oh yes, Mistress Tara, that feels good...Mistress Tara is so kind, too generous, to please her Pet with her mouth..." Tara then increased the speed of her rubbing hands, the inexperienced princess doing her best to jack him off, and she could hear Rook groan in bliss as he panted faster. When she said what she wanted to do to him, once again giving his cock a lick on the very tip, Rook whimpered back submissively. "Yes...yes Mistress Tara, p-please let me cum, yes, it will feel so good, my first time with my true Mistress, yes, please, I'm almost there...." Rook rolled his hips into Tara's hands quicker, barely keeping himself from actually bucking.

The rocking of his hips told her he was enjoying her actions, still tasting him on her tongue, she licked around the mushroom head of his thickness, hands a blur, stroking with all her might. Trying to build up and entice pleasure for him, Tara knew many who had anthro pets, they kept them in line, always sitting by there side.. Always suppressed, used, never rewarded. Tara wanted to be the kind of mistress that gave him treats, affection. Most said pets would become to cocky, to comfortable if you treated them well, Tara thought that was ridiculous. He was so big, warm and comforting, so tender and soft with his big hands, with his words and how he addressed her, she couldn't be mean to him, not when he was such a good boy.

Tara continued for his pleasure, rocking hips, soft whispers and sounds of Tara's new pets pleasure filling her ears.. She was enchanted by how her hands could effect him, leaning up she watched her two soft, delicate hands slip and slide up and down his lewd red, tapered thickness. "Thrust, don't be afraid.. I.." She turned to look at him, whispering, "..I know how hard it is to keep still.." From her previous experience, other than a couple times when she'd curiously touched herself.. Rook was the first to ever give her such an intense, complete orgasm..

Tara hadn't even really thought of using her whole mouth, the thought was slightly scary.. Although.. Enticing, she wondered what kind of noises he'd make? Her courage didn't stem to deep, she kept that thought as, just that, a thought. Alternatively, while thrusting down her own hands, rubbing pushing, grasing her thumb over his tip as she slipped up, Tara pushed a soft, tender kiss against the side of his muzzle, to his nose and lips softly. She enjoyed kissing him, touching him. Pleasing her pet. She wanted to learn more to reward him, to give Rook all she had.. The more they touched, the more experiences she gained and in such a short time..Tara wondered what loosing her virginity would be like, should it be with Rook? Or should she wait for a Prince..? Obligations to the throne here possibly signified her taking a mate instead of being taken by one.. And right now, as inappropriate as it might be, Tara wanted Rook to be her mate, to make her a woman.. She felt the pulsing need between her legs, but uncertainty crept at such ideas.. He was so thick, so long.. Could that really.. Fit inside her? She pulled back from the tender kisses all over his face, "Feel good, my pet. I love hearing your pleasure.." She stumbled out shyly, staring back to the hunk of thickness in her hands.. They jerked down firmer, slapping against his hips, trying and testing to entice more pleasure.

Rook's moans and panting filled the air as Tara gripped and rubbed him even hard, faster, with more confidence. He marveled at this treat he was recieving; with all his conditioning, he didn't think he deserved it. He had never been freely pleasured like this before, without any teasing, bondage, return performance, or other strings attached. It was all a strict setup of reward and punishment for behavior, and the desired behavior was giving whatever the mistress wanted, and taking whatever she wanted to do to him.

And in this case...he couldn't help but be happy to take it.

At her words telling him it was okay to thrust and not try to keep still, he shuddered in pleasure as he spread his arms out wide and gripped the edges of the tub to anchor himself as he huffed and pumped his hips, pushing his member into Tara's hands with her strokes. "Thank you Mistress Tara, thank you..." He whispered in between pants, his chest rising and falling quickly as he was allowed to aid in his own pleasure, another thing he was almost never allowed to do. When Tara leaned in to kiss the side of his muzzle and mouth, he leaned his own head back eagerly into her. None of the people who had trained him or temporarily owned him had ever treated him this way before, he couldn't believe how generous Tara was being to him. He breify thought about the collar under the bed once more, and resolved to have her ownership of him consummated and solidified as soon as possible, likely after they were both dry; he wanted to stay with her and make her as happy as he possibly could.

Tara pulled away from nuzzling him and spoke again, telling him to feel good and that she liked to listen to him as she rubbed him as hard as she could. That alone was enough for Rook, as his eyes fluttered closed and his head tilted back. "Ahhh... M-mistress Tara... I'm going to cum...I'm cumming!" He threw his head back and let out high-pitched moan--almost like a somewhat quiet wolf's howl--as he gripped the edges of the tub even tighter, bucked his hips and caused some water to splash about the tub with his bulk, and thick white seed spurted from the tip of his cock into the tub.

Rook fell limp against the back of the tub, his broad chest heaving as he caught his breath. After a few moments of simply basking in the afterglow, he leaned to the side and pushed his muzzle against Tara's neck again, nuzzling her with appreciation and affection. "Thank you Mistress...Mistress Tara...that felt very nice...you are so kind...so generous to your pet...to give me such a treat...thank you..." He whispered breathlessly.

She had no idea the lengths he'd been trained and conditioned, how this, just giving him pleasure freely was rare.. Tara thought it was to go without asking, she knew he was her pet, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel good too. Specially with how he hitched his breath, groaned and moaned.. She could feel him throbbing between her finger tips, watching as he steadied himself, humping against her hand, it was such a erotic sensation, her eyes sliding over his form as he tensed, pumped and huffed in pleasure. Pleasure she was giving him..

Excitement coursed through her, she wanted to reward him all the time.. Forgetting about how shy and self conscious she was about herself, or being close to another, when he told her thank you in that breathless voice, that she was so generous to him.. Tara smiled, continuously rubbing, pumping and thrusting her soft hands around him. "Ah!~" She let out with excitement, seeming a bit surprised at his sudden thrust.. Splashing water over the side of the tub, sliding down her plump thighs, hitting against the floor. She couldn't care less. His cum spurted out, shooting into the tub, Tara watched with amazement at this. Blinking curiously, as it dribbled down his thickness, over her hands.. It was hot.. His almost howl of a moan still ringing in her ears, feeling her own breath hitched a bit from just watching her pet climax. To her, this was so new, beyond any experience she'd ever shared with another.

While he road the coat tails of his orgasm, she cleaned her hands in the water, drawing them over his thighs, and long thickness, cleaning him of any mess that might have caught to his fur, sliding up his sides, making sure all the soap was washed out. She felt him lean forward, nuzzling her neck, his fur tickled. She gave a small giggle and wrapped her arms around him briefly. "You're more than welcome Rook.. I.. I enjoy rewarding you.." She pulled back, cupping his muzzle, "You.. Most likely know this.. But I'm not a typical pet owner.. An enforcing Mistress.. But.. I.. I really like you Rook." She smiled shyly, "I want to.. Spend more time with you.."

Sliding her hand to the side of the tub she took his hand, giving it a light squeeze as she drew herself up, coaxing him to stand before draining the tub, she turned to an ornate rack in her bathroom, getting a big fluffy towel for him. She wrapped it around his big, soaked form. Giving him a sweet hug, she rubbed up and down his sides, fluffing up his damp fur, soaking the water into the towel. Tara smiled up to him gently, getting him to hold up the towel, leading him back into to her bedroom. "Are you hungry?" She asked turning back to him, pulling the towel from her hair, letting her dark damp hair fall around her naked form.

She walked to a pair of decorated doors, sliding them open to reveal lines and lines of beautiful silks and gowns. She plucked one up, it was blue with soft cap sleeves, tied at the waist with a bow. Cascading down to the ground with such soft, beautiful fabrics. She pulled the dress over her head, it held so nicely against her plump chest, her soft skin. Tara walked over to him, tilting her head waiting for his answer.

As Rook nuzzled Tara's neck, he felt her hands cleaning off any mess from his crotch; another thing he usually did himself, another new thing about is Mistress...who then cupped his face and explained exactly why. Not an enforcing mistress... She really was already the most lienient mistress he had ever met...but even so, he knew nothing other than to continue as he had been taught unless Mistress says or does otherwise. All he wanted to do was please his mistress in the only ways he knew how.

She then guided Rook out of the tub and again did 'work' that mistresses don't usually do as she got an extra-large towel and wrapped him up in it, helping him dry his fur. He didn't do a doglike shake of his body before she did, however; normally he would have, as part of a game where his mistress wanted reasons to 'punish' him, but that didn't seem like it would work or be appropriate here. He just rubbed into the towel, drying himself off as his erection subsided, and his manhood resheathed. He followed Tara as she led him back to her bedroom as she picked out a fine blue dress to cover her naked body with, as she asked him if he was hungry.

He had been fed before he was presented to Tara in chains, but it had been some time since then. "Yes...I am hungry, Misterss Tara." He answered truthfully. As he was now mostly dry, he removed the towel from about him and gingerly folded it up and placed it aside--Tara would note his cock was once again no longer visible. "But...but first...there is...something that should be done..." He said very oddly as he then moved over to Tara's bed, where they had spent the night in each other's arms. Very oddly, he then kneeled down and reached a hand underneath the bed and felt around, apparently found what he was looking for, and pulled it back out in his hands as he turned to Tara, kneeled down reverently as if for a ritual, and held the object up as if presenting a sword.

It was an ornate unbuckled collar, fit for Rook's neck. It was made of superior quality leather, embroidered with Tara's royal family crest along it, and inset with a small gem. There was a metal ring rung through it, and attached to the ring was a long, equally-fine leash. Rook looked up to Tara with longing, deep green eyes. "Mistress Tara...please, could you complete your ownership of me? Place the collar on me, the symbol of your power, and I will truly be yours..." His eyes flicked to the collar. "And if this collar does not please Mistress Tara, she may find any collar she likes instead, it is important that it be what the Mistress wants...all that matters is that Mistress takes the collar she chooses, and places it on me with her own hands." Rook then tilted his head up, baring his neck for Tara.

Once Rook confessed to being hungry Tara immediately began to ponder on what would be best to feed him, obviously some sort of meat. Although, she was distracted from that though at the sight of him walking to her bed, which she also realized his sizable erection disappeared, the princess was no expert on pets like him, so she simple stared with plan curiousness. Something that must be done? She simply watched as he felt around before drawing back with a peculiar item in his hand, a collar with her family crest, it resembled a collection of cork screws swirling into the pedals of a rose. The loop with a long leash attached to it.. She listened to him, shifting her body to face her pet.

As he knelled and gaze to her with those beautiful green hues, asking her to fortify and complete ownership of him. Viewing his long, fur covered neck as he bared it, gingerly she picked up the collar, bending over slightly, damp locks falling past her shoulders as she wrapped the thick, beautifully crafted collar around his neck, fastening it with enough room to keep him comfortable. Tara gave him a soft smile, pet along his fur delicately down to his shoulder, the fact that he presented this to her, asked her so sweetly to complete him being hers, it made her realize he must enjoy it here, the look in his eyes told her he wanted this. To be hers. At least that's what Tara wanted to believe. "It looks perfect on you.." Her smile widened, she bent down further, taking his larger, furry hands in her own. "Wait here for a moment.." Tara left his side and the room, in the hall a guard stood. Erect and unmoving, "U..Um excuse me.." She squeaked out. The man looked down to her with purpose, ready to do whatever she requested. "Could you.. Please send a servant to fetch breakfast, an assortment of meat would be.. Um.. Best." He took off immediately with a nod and quick. 'Yes Princess.'

Tara turned back into the room, approaching him. She trailed a hand down the leash attached to his neck, taking hold of it. "I want to show you something.." Tara turned, gently nudging the leash for him to follow, bringing him to the balcony attached to her large lavish room. Pulling the twin, decorated doors open to a secret garden, roses lined in pots, veins slipping up the side of the jagged stone of the building. A beautifully made set of chairs and table in the middle of it, shade from small trees that kept the little haven of a balcony hidden from all eyes. It was a warm, soothing day with rays of light in the morning letting the flowers glisten with morning dew. Tara approached the seat, hand still on his leash, she found her eyes slipping down between his legs and then away, feeling her cheeks flush lightly. "Rook, I've arranged for some food to come.. Um.. You may sit or act however you feel the most comfortable.." She smiled to him, unsure if he'd be uncomfortable simply sitting and eating with her.. She wondered.. "Have you ever.. Eaten with your old mistresses..?"

Rook's heart beat faster as Tara approached him. This was it! He was finally going to be owned for real, it was going to be sealed! His tail rapidly beat back and forth as Tara gingerly took the collar and Rook let his arms drop to his sides as he shuffled with excitement before holding himself still, even stopping his wagging tail and closing his eyes. As Tara reached around his neck to buckle the collar, she noticed there was actually a line in his fur, a little cut loop in the mane around his neck that could only have been a cleverly trimmed strip of hair specifically to allow the collar to nestle into his neck. When she had it fit on and locked, Rook felt soothed and safe; he had been trained to view the symbol of his slavery as something secure and comforting--like chains and ropes--but even more significant. He sighed happily as it tightened around his neck, and his tail began to wag again, more liesurely this time. He opened his eyes and looked to Tara with a grateful, thanking expression.

She reached down to squeeze his hand reassuringly, instructing him to stay put for the moment, which he did so proudly, straightening his back and holding still happily as Tara went to her door to speak with a guard outside. She returned a moment later, grabbing hold of his leash and giving it a gentle tug as she walked towards the other side of the room. Rook immediately followed behind her...but, rather than standing up on two legs and walking, he instead bent forward and started 'walking' on his hands and knees. He followed as she oppened doors that went to her outside balcony, with the sun shining down brightly and everything smelling damp and fresh from last night's storm. When she turned and told him to sit however he felt most comfortable, Rook simply sat back on the ground next to the chair Tara went to, with his legs folded up in front of him and his hands down on the ground in imitation of a feral dog. It didn't look comfortable considering his size and actual shape, althought Rook appeared not to care at all. When Tara asked him if he had eaten with other Mistresses before, he tilted his head in slight confusion.

"Eaten...with my old mistresses? I...think so? They would usually feed me when they ate, yes..." Though he didn't mention that he was only ever allowed to eat after the mistress had finished her meal first. That was obvious, right? The pet never eats before the master...

He obediently sat at her side, she wasn't surprised that he sat on the ground, he seemed ecstatic about her placing that collar upon him, like he could finally relax. Tara wasn't sure how comfortable it was for him, sitting on the ground like a dog at her feet, but he didn't seem to mind. "Ah. I see.." She replied looking as if she was feeling a bit awkward.. After all they'd done.. She was unsure how to act around him, what to talk about or how to treat him. Close enough to feel his warmth, her hands clutched at the soft fabric of her dress. Deep brown's flitting over to him before an older woman cracked open the folding doors that lead to her beautiful garden on her balcony.

She had a plate in hand, filled with sausages cut with eggs scrambled and an small salad of tomatoes and other veggies. A large glass of fresh squeeze juice, she set it down before Tara and bowed, giving a curious look to Rook before turning back to the Princess. "Your highness, please enjoy breakfast." Stepping back the woman continued, "Your Majesty had informed me to ask if you would like to attend this summers solace gathering? Your sisters will be present."

Tara squirmed in her chair lightly, "I'm.. Not sure, I'll consult with mother later. Please tell her.. For now.. Most likely not." The servant bowed before slipping out, Tara looked down to her food, nibbling on a tomato.. Tara turned to look at rook, offering him the plate of sausage, "I'm not.. Very good with parties.. I never go to them.. My mother said you could help be from being so shy.." She slid the plate on the ground for him, fiddling with her food with a sigh, "I'm not sure how.. But.. I do feel comfortable around you." Tara turned to stare down to him, she poured herself a glass of juice, giving him the rest of it. Tara would take care of him best she could, but, it was so odd.. To be someones mistress, having barely enough confidence or bravery to command herself to do anything. "Maybe.. If I did more things with you it would help... I did enjoy.. What we did.. Before.." Tara began to flush, she's always been alone, even just being with him so often might help..

Rook simply stayed sitting at Tara's side almost motionlessly, except for his slowly wagging tail and wandering head as he looked around the balcony at the beautifully-arranged plants in the morning sunlight. Not much later, another human came out to the balcony with plates of food, placing them on the small table where Tara was. The other human then talked about something to Tara, which Rook heard, but he didn't pay much mind to it. It wasn't something that concerned a slave like him.

Or...did it? Rook looked up quizzically at his Mistress after the other human left and his Mistress spoke directly to him, telling him of how she didn't like parties, yet the one who had bought him had said he was supposed to help Tara be 'less shy'. But...how was he to do that? He'd never done anything quite like that before...he hardly even knew what it meant, let alone what was involved. But...if that's what he was supposed to do, then that's what he was supposed to do. Pet must always do as the Mistress requires.

She was also holding out a plate of sausage to him, and for a moment Rook was worried as he wasn't sure what she intended for him to do with it--Pets were only ever supposed to eat from a bowl or plate on the ground--before she actually then set the plate on the ground in front of him to his relief. She kept talking as she also placed a glass of juice on the ground for him. Rook just sat with his head cocked to the side as he listened to her. It...seemed like she wanted him to answer, an explanation, so Rook tried his best.

"Well..." He said slowly. "My trainers would take me to shows and gatherings sometimes...I was to simply be next to them as an 'escort', or something they displayed...I would just be there for them." Rook spoke hesitantly, he was almost never given permission to talk this freely (nor was he ever asked to). He does, however, perk his ears up at the end and look to Tara in her chair eagerly. "But I can do more things for you that you enjoy! I can do many things to make you happy and feel good, yes." Rook didn't seem to have touched his food yet, strangely enough, as if he was waiting for something. His eyes did seem to be quite focused on Tara as she herself was eating...

They both seemed a bit out of there element together, Tara noticed how he watched her, how his words were so careful as to not ever put himself above her. She continued to eat her salad, eggs and drink her juice.. Rook hadn't touched one bit of his food. Watching her intently.. Was.. He waiting for her to finish? "O..Okay, just do what makes you comfortable, I appreciate all the things you've done for me.." She leaned back from her half eaten plate, "But, I wish you'd eat as well.." She seemed finished, her juice gone, food nibbled on, Tara ate like a bird. Little by little. So most of the hardy sausages and tomatoes on his plate were the heftiest pieces.

After he ate, the day went by fast, Tara brought him to other gardens in the palace, many servants were surprised to see her even leaving her room, calling to the young princess gleefully. She smiled shyly, blushed, shifted closer to Rook at times, who, she found almost a bit embarrassingly, crawled when she drew him by his leash.. She hadn't noticed it to much before in her room, seeing him like that made her oddly.. Excited.. He was hers, completely, utterly. Whatever she requested, her pet would do, he sat at her feet so obediently, so comfortable like that.. Her sympathies still swelled, he talked, he felt.. This pet of hers.. He wasn't human but not an animal, enslaved to her. Tara didn't know how she felt about that.

After a day of adventure, walking through the castle, Tara had showed him the kitchen, court room, lounge, the library.. Which she informed him if he could read he was free to come here, if not, she would gladly teach him. Many servants didn't even register Rook's existence, even seeming slightly curious as to why Tara talked to him the way she did, like a person.. In a real conversation. Tara tried to ask if he liked these flowers, if he ever thought of exploring the world or what his favorite part of the day was.. Silly things to ask a pet, a slave.

Back in Tara's room, thoughts were swimming in her head, she crawled onto her vast, soft bed. With fresh sheets changed while they were out, shifting, Tara lay on her back dark hair fanned behind her, soft pale skin and rich brown eyes staring over to him. Her chest rising and falling softly, the cut of that blue dress low, showing a tantalizing hint of cleavage shift, hands rested on her stomach as the princess let out a sigh. Signalling he come on her bed as well, with a shy smile and a slight of her hand. "Rook.. Do you have.. Any dreams?" She let out in a gentle, quiet tone.. "What do you think about.. I find it hard to understand you... I'm sure you'd say something like 'Its not my place to dream..' Or 'I only wish to please my mistress..' " She closed her eyes lightly. "But.. What if your Mistress.. Would be pleased to have you as a true friend?" She opened her innocent inviting eyes, unaware of what a true relationship like this should hold, boundaries, level and sets of punishment and rewards, depraved superiority..

Rook hesitated uncertainly when Tara said she wished he'd eat, but it was her wish, and she was about done eating herself anyway. This was one of the several things that had been uncompromisingly whipped into him, that there was never any leniency on. Pet always ate after Mistress, never before or during, but it seemed okay this time...still half-expecting to be swat, be bent down over the plate on the ground, and...well, instead of using his perfectly serviceable hands, ate off the plate with only his mouth, just like a dog. The glass of juice was drank in the same way; he stuck his muzzle over top of it and used his long tongue to somewhat messily lap it up. Being tall and thin, unlike a bowl, it took a bit of care to not knock it over.

But that was over soon enough, and Tara then decided to show him around her castle, as he of course crawled the whole way after her, being led by the leash. It all went by quickly, his Mistress giving him new information to absorb about his new home. Other humans were seen, some called out to his Mistress, and he felt her press closer to him when they did so, only giving a small wave in return to the other humans at most. She showed him where all the big, important rooms of the castle were...including the library, where his mistress told him he could come here if he wanted, and if he couldn't read, she could teach him. Rook didn't know what to think about that. He simply told her that, no, he didn't know how to read. Slaves like himself were not taught something like that, it wasn't needed for the service they were trained to provide. And though he didn't say it, he was...almost intrigued. Curious, even. He wondered what was so special about reading and books, and why his Mistress seemed to want to teach him it...

The day continued as Tara showed him yet more things around the castle, and the whole time, she just..talked to him. Talked to him like he heard humans talk to each other. Never, in his memory, had he ever been talked to like Tara was doing with him now. She asked him many questions, questions he'd never been asked before. He tried to answer to the best of his ability, slowly and unsurely at first, but his responses came quicker as the day went on as he realized he wasn't being punished for talking so much. Tara, however, found that most of his answers to her many questions seemed to take a lewd slant without shame (in an almost innocent manner even, like it was perfectly normal) whenever possible. In short order, Rook had spoken more words in this day than he had on any other single day in his life. In fact, if his voice wasn't extensively excercised anyway with a great volume of moans, groans, and grunts over the years, he would have been hoarse by now.

As the sun began making its way down towards the horizion, Tara brought him back to her own chambers. She went to lounge on her freshened bed, and beckoned for Rook to join her. He did so eagerly, coming up onto the bed and laying on his side next to Tara on her back, snuggling up close. She had said she liked his touch, she liked him being close to her, so he reached out with one of his large hands and placed it on Tara's stomach, drawing it back and forth in a gentle rub. Nothing sexual even, just comforting. When she asked him if he had any dreams, he cocked his head quizzically and said "Rook dreams every night when he sleeps, like anything else." with complete honesty. At her next question, on the the other hand, gave him pause. His rubbing hand came to a halt as confusion and uncertainty filled his eyes.

A 'true friend'? What did that mean? He had a vague, but twisted understanding of 'friend' as in someone or something that he wanted to be with that made him feel secure; his collar was his 'friend', any chains or ropes he was ever bound in were his 'friends'...but was a 'true' friend something different? And what did it mean if he was a true friend to his mistress? If it was something she wanted, he must do his best, but first...

Rook spoke slowly. "Rook will be whatever Mistress Tara wants him to be, but...what is a 'true friend'?"

Tara blinked up to him, unsure if he really got what she meant, had he ever thought of being something other than a pet? The princess had no idea of the extensive training, tied and left for days, beat into submission.. Such things didn't even cross the shy princesses mind, she only thought of how he acted the whole day, walking on his hands and knees.. His answers to her questions were odd - Some even seeming a bit lewd - Tara still didn't quite grasp how he could cure her shyness, other than maybe another situation like back in the bathroom.. But.. She was still petrified in shyness in such happenings.. Even if pleasure, the urges to see him pleased as well drew her on.. It didn't help much outside when others would call to her, still socially awkward.. At least she had someone to talk with now.. Someone she was getting more and more comfortable with. He cuddled close, which instantly made her happy, his warm, big hand drawing back and forth over her taut stomach.

"Well.. True friends tell each other everything, they confine and find comfort in one another.." She turned to look into his green eyes, "Laugh together.. I um.. I've never had one, everyone calls me Princess and your highness..I keep my distance.. You.. You're the first person I've ever been so close too.." She felt her cheeks flush, thinking back to the bath they shared. "If it makes you uncomfortable around others, I don't mind how you act.. But.. When were alone.." She slid her smaller hand over his, "I don't want you to walk on your knees, could you.. maybe sit at the table and eat with me?.."

Tara adored his big, warm form.. It felt good to be close to him.. She wondered, did he like being with her? Or was it only because of how he was trained? That made the princess feel a bit self conscious, she must be boring.. Shy and immature to him.. "You lay in the same bed as me, I don't see how it would be any different as standing or sitting at the same table as me.." She continued in a quiet voice.

As Tara began to explain what a 'true friend' was, Rook resumed gently kneading her stomach with his hand, and he thought on her words. Talking and comforting? Laughing together? And she hadn't been like that with anyone else? Make her feel wanted and loved... The Queen's words echoed in his head as Rook gazed soulfully into Tara. She was, by far, the nicest Mistress he had ever met...and she was to be his mistress permanently. Even beyond all the training he had recieved that had made him want nothing more than to please his Mistress...now, he wanted to do more, he began to want to make her happy without waiting to be told to do so. Rook lifted his hand off her stomach and reached over her--but hesistated, as if he was unsure if it was allowed--and then touched her far shoulder as his other arm wormed under her back. With tender strength, he drew Tara into an embrace, her back against his chest with them both on their sides, and wrapped his arms protectively around her torso as he pleasantly squeezed rhythmically. He made sure her own head was resting on a pillow, and placed his own head over her other shoulder, his solid head and thick taut neck warmly and furrily resting against her own. "I will tell you anything you want," he whispered into her ear, "and I will comfort you as long as I can, as often as I can. I...I do like being with you too, Mistress Tara."

Tara then said a few more things to him, requests/demands about his behavior. The first one was fine, but the other... Rook momentarily stopped holding Tara so securely, and she heard his breath halt unsteadily. "Rook won't walk on his knees when alone if Mistress Tara desires, but...eating...at a table? Sitting?" Even though she couldn't see his face, Tara could tell he must be wearing a worried expression right then. "Only...only bad pets, bad animals sit at a table, and bad pets are punished, good pets stay where they belong...I don't want to be a bad pet, Mistress, I'm a good pet, I'm a good pet, I don't want to be punished..." Rook said quickly and fearfully, like a mantra that kept him safe.

Tara watched him curiously, feeling him knead at her stomach made Tara want to giggle, all his touches felt new, ticklish even. Still getting used to even being so close to him like this, slowly, she felt Rook's strong arm slip around her. His touch unsure, shifting his other hand behind her back, drawing her slender frame on her side, back against him. A soothing warmth filling her, of his strong upper body pressed against her back, his face nuzzled against her neck. She relaxed against him, a soft sigh slipping from her lips. His long neck against hers, hot breath against her ear, he hugged her protectively, securely. Shivers trickled down her spine at his words, how he squeezed at her smaller form.

She noticed immediately his almost shaky voice, sounding almost scared.. Immediately her hand came to his arm, giving it a squeeze. Such a worried tone, his shaky voice made her feel so bad.. Tara turned, nuzzling into the nape of his own neck, wrapping her own slender arms around him. Squeezing comfortingly, "That's not being a bad pet.. Don't worry about punishments for silly things like that.." She pulled back and smiled up to him, "I wont let anything bad happen to you.." Tara kissed his nose lightly, rubbing along his strong tall back with a tender care. "All I want is to share the happiness I gain from being with you.. Close to you..I.. I want to give back instead of always receiving from my lovely pet.. Do you.. Understand?" She asked with softly flushed cheeks.. "I'm sorry.. I must be the oddest mistress to you.."

As he spoke, Rook felt Tara's arm squeeze his own back softly, just before she turned in his arms to face him, and hugged him back. She replied to him soothingly, assuring him that she would not punish him for what she asked as she smiled at him, and sweetly kissed his nose again. He realized he really enjoyed that small, unique gesture of hers as he began to feel better. She pressed on, then saying that she wanted to make him happy... Rook blinked his eyes in disbelief. His mistress really wanted him to be happy? Truly? It had to be a lie, a trick, like some of his training mistresses had done every now and then to keep him on his toes. But even so...he just couldn't believe that she didn't mean it. She was so nice, so sincere... slowly, he nodded to her.

"I...I understand, Mistress Tara. And if you want me to, I will...sit at a table with you." He then hugged her back again, squeezing her tightly (but not painfully, of course) as he put his head over her shoulder again. He didn't care that she seemed odd anymore. "I'm happy you are my Mistress..." After several moments in the tight embrace, with Tara pressed against his body, warm body with his slowly but powerfully beating heart, he pulled back slightly so he could look into her face again as what he was trained for began to cross his mind again. "Mistress Tara...can I...have permission to give you pleasure...without being told? I...I want to please you right now..." He asked slowly. It was a very unusual thing for him to ask, often discouraged, but Tara was different from all the others, he hoped she might like it...

She watched him, the gears turning in his head before he began to slowly nod to her. Her smile softened with endearing eyes, feeling her heart flutter as he hugged her back so tightly. Exhaling, she kept her arms around him as he pulled her close, feeling there bodies sink together in such a soothing warmth. Every curve and muscle of his body, slowly she was getting used to it, her one hand sliding up and down his back slipped even lower and found the base of his tail.. Hearing that he was happy she was his mistress.. More sincere than any notion of enjoying being with her, they'd just met, she felt the same way. Being close to him, eating and exploring, talking with him. She was happy he was her pet. "I'm glad.." She whispered to him, her voice fighting back so she wouldn't sound too overtly happy, it was spilling forth in her soft, feminine tone.

Feeling his heart, each beat before he pulled back to look at her, she was slightly flustered, a bit flushed.. But a happy grin on her face. Tara's smile faded with surprise, then a thicker blush across her cheeks. Lips curling in a way to answer, "O-Of course." Tara let out a giggle, "If you wish to, you can please me whenever you like." Words flowed out, it was getting easier to talk to him, heart softening up, not so tense or beating rapidly.. Her hand slowly slipped down the length of his tail curiously while looking into his eyes. Although, she began to harbor her more shy personality as she continued, "Y..You know, as I said before.. Be gentle.." Her eyes reverted away, her face heating up.. Tara was a novice at these things, to be truthful she didn't even have one clue what he was going to do. Knowing little of sex and its many possibilities. At that notion, Tara became more aware of herself, in that blue dress, underneath not ever one thread, her bare thighs and young, virgin mound. Soft breasts only held back from the fabric as well, she guessed it would be smart to wear such things, lots of women didn't but as royalty she was provided with such luxuries.

A contented, yet eager expression spread across Rook's face as Tara gave him permission to please her when he wanted. And, as he said, he wanted it right then. When she reminded him to be gentle, he lightly brushed his hand along the side of her face, and, on a sudden whim, with only a moment's hesitation, leaned in to give her a light kiss on the forehead affectionately. He'd never done anything like that for anyone else before. "Anything for my Mistress..." he smoothly rumbled.

He slowly scooted away from her, and helped to lay her on her back again. He then pushed away, and moved down, down to the foot of her large bed, hovering over her dress-covered legs. With slow, practiced hands, he raised her dress up to her knees, and very gently spread her legs apart. He then lifted the edge of her dress, and bent down to stick his head underneath, between her legs and out of sight, like a naughty peek-a-boo. She was unclothed beneath her dress as Rook's head hovered a mere inch from her body, and Tara could feel his hot breath on her unprotected vagina. There was only one thing he could be intending to do...

Rook's arms worked up underneath her dress as well to softly grip her thighs and hold them in place, as he stuck out his tongue and dragged it one slow, long lick along her slit. From the feeling, his tongue was large, strong, and flat--much like a dog's, yet he controlled it with incredible finesse. Rook continued his lavish attention, licking up and down the contours of Tara's folds, before he eventually licked higher to tease her clit.

He looked quite contented with the idea of that freedom, a warm furry hand drawing over her cheek, an affectionate kiss on her forehead.. She smiled to him timidly, feeling his chest rumble against her own as he spoke.. Everything about him was soothing, big.. Warm. Pulling away and setting his mistress back on her back, she looked up to him and watched as he slipped down her frame, down just below her feet. Sliding her dress up, revealing her long legs, soft thighs spread by his strong hands.. Nude underneath, she felt her cheeks flush at the sigh of him slipping under her dress, was he.. She felt hot breath against the bare mound of her labia, her pink folds.

Stroke hands keeping her thighs spread, squeezing against the soft, supple flesh of them. She tensed at the first stroke of his flat, hot tongue. Slipping over the length of her slit, she squirmed a bit at the sensation. New and.. Odd. He was licking her there.. And it felt fantastic.. He was so dexerious with it, tickling and rubbing over her folds, teasing each crease, slipping up to the tender nub of her clit. Causing a shiver to slip through her, his mistress was already getting wet, the naughty smells of her arousal.. "W..wow.." She let out breathlessly.. "Rook.. Your amazing.." She purred softly to her pet, letting those round hips shift against his muzzle and expert tongue.

Rook felt his mistress shift and squirm underneath his hands as he gently, but firmly held her legs spread to allow him unrestricted access to her secret place (unless of course she was obviously insistent otherwise). His tongue ran up and down her slit as her fluid began to leak out, and Rook dilligently lapped up every drop. "Mmmm...." Tara could hear him, but not see him hiding underneath her dress, aside from a shifting bulge beneath the fabric. "You taste so sweet, Mistress Tara..." He licked her harder, more insistantly, slathering his tongue over her folds and swirling around her clit.

Eventually, he took a momentary pause...but only for Tara to feel his mouth-muscle press in the very center of her slit, then a little harder, and then, his tongue slowly pushed inside her vagina. It quickly met her virginal barrier, as his finger did in the morning, but no matter. His tongue licked up, down, and around her barrier, around the edges of her inner walls, tasting every part of her insides that he could.