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"That was more of petting." Warren said absentmindedly as he, walked over and looked at the window at their Mistress seemed to be trying to get her rocks off from the trotting horse. At the comment he looked down at the house cat, thinking how Samson had managed pretty discreet with his affairs with female guests. "I don't know, you'd need to ask him yourself.

"Get a hold of her?" He grabbed the sides of Brittany's arms as she walked away, blowing on the back of her neck. "Tempting, but I would have to say someone else would need to. I'm going to be busy for a while. You want to be as well?" She releases, swatting her year with his tail as he turned.
 
Brittany moaned as he breathed on the back of her neck. She rubbed her thighs together trying to keep herself from jumping him right there in the kitchen. "Warren...." she whimpered softly as he knew how to get her going. Once he released her and swatted her rub she gave him a playful glare. "You may be busy tonight just for that." She said winking at him but she walked off to get dinner prepared for everyone.

Lillian was galloping in the wide open spaces on the stud. When fallen logs came into view she pushed the horse harder jumping over them. Soon as Lillian saw bit of sweat on the horse's flesh she slowed him down to a stop and jumped off. "There. Something we both needed." she said to him as her loins were aching to be touched but the need wasn't strong enough yet. Walking back to the stables as one of the stable hands took the tired stud and went to cool him off. Though the canines in the stable were looking at her as she leaned over dusting her pants off. Her ears perked up hearing them giving off a slight growl. Standing back up as she looked over seeing them licking their lips. Her heart skipped a beat now figuring they knew where she was in her cycle. Blushing as she laid her ears back slowly backing away from teh stables not turning her back on them.
 
Life was good. Plenty of food around, plenty of drink, plenty of warm beds for him to 'sleep' in... Still, life just cycled here, the most in the way of fresh entertainment being travelers and the servants of the wealthy. Still, should be another month of relative business as the Lady got used to the horses. Carrying a trunk-sized case with bent cans he headed down to the milking stables, figuring that they could wash them out another time. He watched as the tigeress backed out from another stables a bit away, where many canines turned their attention away from her and to him. After he gave a wave they headed back to their work grumbling. Warren squinted, a glare from the glass of the old mistresses home a mile off catching the sun.
 
Lillian looked to Warren and she wanted to run over to him and wrap her arms around him to thank him on sending the men off. Though she didn't move to him. Instead she took off running for the manse but she stumbled through the back where the deliveries were being processed. "God..." She moaned as she just ran inside and up the stairs avoiding most of the males.

"Brittany!" She called out as she reached the study where her harp was sitting. Shortly the black cat slipped into the study curious. "Can you get Samson for me....I need to ask him something personal." She said as Brittany was curious but went off to find Samson.

Once she found Samson handling the food deliveries coming and going she walked up behind him. "Samson, Lillian needs to talk to you. She seems rather upset. You'd find her in the study." she said as she was worried about what was going on as she never seen a woman so tense before.
 
'What could this be about?' Samson thought as he closed a large ledger, binding and locking it with an oversized collar and leash that had been left in the house before. "Which one?" Samson asked leading Brittany along the hall in front of him be virtue of his frame leaving little room for her to slip around him. "The one with the Master's personal collections, or the one with unread books that he likes to show off and to muffle the sounds of whatever he is doing to the look-don't-read pamplets?"
 
"The one with the bay window....The new one." She said as she lead him down and when he bumped into something she winced. "Right here..." She said as she saw Lillian pacing slightly on the other side of the room. "I'll leave you to her and I'll make sure nothing being stolen." she said as she went to the docks and smacked one rabbit for taking a carrot.

Lillian noticed Samson at the door way and she smiled weakly. "I need to talk to you but...Could you close the door behind you? I don't want any of the house servants to hear this..." She said softly but once he did as she requested. Taking a deep breath as she slipped her arms behind her back with her breasts poking out. Gasping as she realized what she was doing and moved her arms to her sides. Out of instinct she ut her arms behind her to show off her breasts. "Which men should I watch out for during my heat cycle?" She asked rather quickly as if this was awkward question for her.
 
Samson entered the room after and got an... He had first been thinking it would be some lady question but had brushed it off, as she would have asked for mother or a maid about that. After he closed the and locked the door he found to his surprise that that was exactly wanted to know about. "I wouldn't be able to say. We generally avoid those who might be considered rapists, though there are enough suspected of using spices to induce some visiting servants into heat." What was she doing, thrusting her bosom around like that. Showing off the necklace laying the claim of the Master to her? Or trying to tell that she is the Mistress when he wasn't around? "Depends how far from the main house you go and if the people reconize you. Your scent would probably just confuse as your type-" Bad word choice. "-don't tend to come around here, while the rest of use have been here for generations." No to try to move away from the possibly speciesist comment. "If you get some perfumes, oils, or spices you might be able to cover the scent. Some good bath soaps and shampoos might help."
 
She had noticed the look in his eyes and looked down. "Sorry...Its common for felines to thrust their breasts out to attract a possible lover when their heat cycle begins." She said with a weak laugh trying to ease the conversation. "Just I was riding and the Canines from the stables kinda growled softly. If it wasn't for Warren getting their attention I may not be standing here with you." She said with a soft smile to him.

"The reason I'm asking you which I should watch out for is because I do trust you and Warren but with his flirting ways I'm kinda iffy about telling him this. Though..." she said as she moved out from behind the new hard wood desk but she sat up on it showing she wasn't going to put him in a uncomfortable situation. "Where I come from I've learned who truely runs the houssehold. I'd like to learn who you, Warren and everyone is. Brittany, I mostly know already...Do you think that'd be a problem if I watched how you do the processing on deliveries if I stayed out of the way and work plain clothing so things won't be so tense?" She may be turning 25 this week but she was young at heart and she knew she was trying to learn her place here, besides commanding others around. To her if she was going to be there she might as well learn how the household works and who was vaulable.
 
Good, she didn't see him sexually, unlike Warren.'That's right, back off away from him. Enough trouble as it is without Warren leaving enough room in your twat to punch through when he finished.' His thoughts went like that for a moment as he thought of what to say, eyes darting to noticing the wedging from when the pants ran up while she rode as she moved infront of the desk, also giving a closer look to her rack, which he looked down quickly before getting back to business. "There really isn't anyone officially in charge right now. The Master holds on to multiple positions for his absentee favorites or for the town-paid pensions they bring." Wait, watch them? "You might try a window, my Lady, but it is simply to dirty for one of your position to be around and bseides which, it is either hectic and dangerous when guests and the harvests arrive or pretty relaxed when the harvests are finished, with everyone staying inside."

OOC: Ahh, right. what season should we go with?
 
"Oh..." She said looking down but smiled softly showing she wasn't to hurt about his suggestion. "Alright...I just thought it'd be nice to learn something new since I know he's with a spider right now." She informed him that she wasn't naive about her situation. "Sitting here to where I can do basically nothing is driving me crazy." She said as she got off the desk and shifted her weight in the boots. "Oh I should warn you I will be having a black Arabian mare coming in. I don't think she's broken for riding yet. Though from a long line of show horses. I'd love to get a chance to ride her safely in the future." she said as she placed her hand on her lower stomach hinting she thought of having a child someday just wasn't sure when was the right time.

"Though that white foal in the mare's pen is rather sweet. reminds me of Warren abit..likes to get personal in some ways." She laughed softly but sighed knowing he had to get back to work. Walking over to him struggling to keep from thrusting her breasts out to him. "Thank you for the advice, Samson." She said as she pulled him down to her level as she kissed his cheek in a friendly manner. "If there was another male standing here he'd get a kiss as a thank you for the help." She informed him.
 
'Ahh right, the spider. Makes silk stockings for under her many legs. Black widow, wasn't it?' Then the broken for riding comment clicked. 'Ohh, the horses.' "Would you be needing any assistance with keeping her under control? We wouldn't want another incident like with the stallions yesterday." 'Though not as if they would mount the mare and start fucking with you sandwiched there. "It would be a sin if any more damage came to your leg." He was pulled down and kissed. Not normal, but she is higher class and has things they do. How to respond? "From me or you?" That wasn't very sauve. He took her hand, kissing the fingers. He wasn't strong enough to resist a quick poke of the tongue to her wedding ring, thinking how much he give to be the father of that hypothetical child.
 
With his quick poke of his tngue she burst out giggling. "That tickles." She said as she smiled at him but looked at her wedding bands and the necklace around her neck. A thought occured but she smiled at him. "No one has touched her. As in she hasn't been bridled, saddled or ridden yet so she is completely green horned as some would say." She said as she couldn't stop smiling. When he kissed her fingers and the slight tickling made her aching to be touched along her folds worse.

Feeling weak in the knees with her free hand she placed it over her heart looking at him. "Next time we cross paths...His crest and bands won't be on me..." she bite her tongue noticing it was to late. "Since he is never here why should I wear his crest and my wedding rings." She said as she felt a sudden surge in her virginhood making her tremble and her breathe shuddering.
 
Samson watched as the girl seemed to be having a fit, hoping it wasn't caused from his touching of the ring. "He might not like that when eventually comes here." There had to be a Mistress. "Besides, you are married to him and might as well get the most out it. Relax, entertain friends, start a tapestry." He continued to mention a few other activities he had heard the upper classwomen did as he tried to comfort her. "Maybe give a matching ring to a childhood friend. Or get your own coat of arms." That would be nice. Maybe get her parent's and the symbol of the Manor. His own family symbol. No need choosing which part of her husbands to use as he was likely a bastard anyways. "Make this your home. If he doesn't accept the changes, demand one of the smaller ones for his past 'friends' to have as your own."
 
"I may be married but doesn't mean I'd have to be 100% loyal to him." She pointed out to him though looked down then back up at him. "Oh those lady stuff bores me to death. I enjoy riding, music, drawing and so much more. "The idea of my own crest sounds like a good idea." She said with her feeling the urge to nuzzle him. She took a step back slightly. "Sorry being near you is making it hard on me not to jump you right now." She commented with a nervous laugh.
 
Samson didn't see how those were unlady like but decided to watch his tongue. "Yes, until you 'know' each other I suppose he wouldn't have full claim." He really needed to watch his tongue. "Later I can look into an escort for you and your maid to some lovely views if you wish and prefer landscapes over people." He probably should get back to work before things piled up and people started to gossip, but another minute or two wouldn't hurt. Just to make sure she was comfortable, of course. No ulterior motives on his mind. "Or we might find some instruments for you. Unless you like to sing?" Probably shouldn't have said the last word that way. Sounded too risque and husky.
 
Closing her eyes as she reached out grabbing his fore arm as his voice sent shivers down her spine. Looking up at him as if in a trance it felt like he was makingn things worse for her. "I use to and...My harp should be here soon..." she said weakly as she bit her lower lip as she wanted to push him into the wall and ride his thick cock right now. Though she had to keep control of herself for awhile. "Perhaps you should get back to work....I'm starting to lose my self control." she said as she looked at him as he held her left hand ner her free hand held on to his forearm.
 
Samson bowed, thick muscles in his shoulders outlined under his shirt and jacket, then retreated from the room after unlocking the door, hearing a scuffling as someone zoomed away, apparently listening in. 'Time for damage control'. He figured that he was to no " longer bother her, as she seemed to be uncomfortable with him. Maybe he needed to find someone to act stressed around, so they know that he didn't fuck the Master's wife ye-. "PERIOD." He grunted to himself, keeping his mind steady, heading off with his ledger to someplace where he could first be seen with his tent then someplace to let it go down slowly. He didn't consider just saying that showever was at the door lied.
 
Brittany had heard what was going on but when Samson opened the door she took off to hide. So she knew why her Mistress was tense. With Lillian walked out of the study she went to her room knowing if she didn't get somewhere safe she'd be seeing out a male soon, not just any male, Samson is who she wants right now. Once in her room she pushed her door shut and slipped her britches down where she rubbed her clit.

Moaning softly as she arched her back enjoying the feeling. Slowly her fingers went down where they slipped inside so easily that in moments she was stroking herself making her moans and groans loud. Her soft walls wrapped tightly around her fingers tryignn to shove them out as she cummed quickly but she didn't stop as she wanted to be so exhausted she wouldn't move for the rest of the day. With her free hand she worked herself out of her clothes and laid back on the bed groping her own breasts, pinching her nipples, adding a new orgasm making her hips buck and her crying out in pleasure.
 
The rumors had already got out even before Samson had first got the the study. "Yah, still going on about his family being robbed of the house and land and thinks his kid should be the heir, whether he gets to be master or not." The general gist went around the kitchesn and gardeners, with it increasing as the smell and sounds carried on the window out the Mistresses' Window"That why Brit was running away from the study?" One suggested as Samson neared from around the corner. "Because Baron Berenstein is forcing his way into he-" When Samson appeared around the corner, hearing every word, they did a double take. "Weren't you-" A moose asked, letting the silence stretch. "No." Samson's reply was steely, not liking the idea that others thought he would force himself on someone, cheat on the Master, take advantage of the Mistress of all people, or that they kept bringing up the name he should have inherited in mocking."Then why-" Samson cut off the moose off before he could finish his question and punctuating arm sweeping at the bear's crotch, which maybe he shouldn't have wanted to show off.. "The noise, of course. You're doing worse than me, by the looks of it." The moose beamed, hardly taking it as an insult, though the others got a tad jealous, as their own erections couldn't match him even if he was flaccid. "Where did you see the maid go?" He followed there direction as all thought, and many spoke, about who they thought was in the bedroom
 
Brittany may had spoken of Samson getting their Mistress to a state but when it was safe she lit scented candles near their mistress room and brought her some tea. Since their mistress was from another land they didn't have the same scent but used Roses and Lavendar candles to help mask the scent even if everyone already knew beccause of her. She did want people to stay clear of the mistress for the time being.

Inside the room Lillian was under her blankets asleep. She had worn herself out but when Brittany brough tthe tea in she opened her eyes feeling relaxed and normal. Nothing was said as Lillian saw the look in Brittany's eyes seeing the whole house knew of her situation. Groaning softly as she laid back on the bed and Brittany was gone. So Samson may have mentioned something or someone over heard them. Either way the damage was done with her sipping on the hot tea. Remembering Samson's words she took off her wedding bands and the necklace placing them on her side table. In moments she grabbed a drawing pad and drew a new crest. She placed chinese dragon over a shield. For moments she refined the drawing bit more to where its cleaned up.

Getting dressed she emerged in a white dress seeing everyone looking at her oddly but some of the male tom cat kept their distance from them as they heard Samson claimed her for his own. Though Lillian approached one and grabbed him by his ear so he wouldn't run. "Whatever you heard...Considered it a rumor. Now take this to the jewlers in town and down return unless you have the item." She said as she handed the paper to the small cat who nodded to her. In moments he was gone and the house was busy and quiet. Though Lillian returned to the study where she spoke to Samson on who she should avoid. Sighing as she laid back on the long couch rubbing her eyes and it seemed anyone who saw her now knew she removed her rings.
 
It was annoying, but some things could still be salvaged. People said that he was pointed at his crotch when it was really the moose. He and most people had alibis for where they where when the Mistress was taking care of herself, so it would be unlikely that the rumors would spread far enough to the Master, who might be dissuaded by the thought that people would view him as unable to please his wife. So long as she didn't do anything stupid like trying to cut ties just a few days after the wedding, before consumation and when he could still chuck her. Samson went back to his work with vigour, doling out harsh words and threats of reprimand to those getting behind in their labors by wasting time with idle gossip. When approached by a cat with a small package he snapped at him to do whatever he was supposed to. And idel hands are the devil's workshops, though not as much a threat as their mouths. He got some of the idler hands to begin tidying up the conservatory, which had been long unused, mostly for storing furniture and furnishings. They kept busy trying to avoid breathing in the dust, as he examined the changable coat of arms on a small quasi-throne that the Master had for his first mistress. Samson headed out of the conservatory wondering what sort of symbol or coat of arm's The Lady's family had. After some quick but less harsh orders, some lightly sugared wine was sent to those working in the conservatory, to celebate their Mistress's good health and their own continued employment under her instead of having the Master move to the city. "Maybe not in so many words." He instructed the grizzled gopher as he then headed out to find where the maid was.
 
Brittany had started it all but with something simple as telling others to stay away from the Mistress for awhile trying to keep her mistress from making a mistake that could affect several people. Though she noticed a tomcat walking in with a package as he looked scared. "What is that?"

"She sent me into town with something and it took the Jewler no time to do as she wished...She scares me..." He said as he was a submissive house cat but Brittany took the package patting his head.

"Go back to work on the Garden. I know she loves your roses." She said encouraging him to ease up abit but with him gone she turned seeing Samson approaching the Mase. Now he was among those who came across don't fuck with. "Samson..." She said as she laid her ears back as she was outside the study with the same package he seen earlier. "Hows everything going?"
 
'Mase? What mase?' The instructions he heard for where the ever moving Brittany went was. 'Maybe she always moved through life like this. No discipline. Needs a stable Mistress or Master around that she doesn't fear knocks her up.' Looks like there was no need to worry. Seems to be attracted to the younger sort. Maybe the kid was trying to tell him where she was. "Madam." leaned his left arm to the side of the maid and began to her her towards the door with his bulk, before opening it with his right paw. "We need to talk."Moving a leg in a futile attempt to prevent her limber body from darting out from between his limbs, he leaned his head forawrd, looking her in the eyes.
 
Brittany wasn't able to run as she stumbled into the study not realizing Lillian was in there. "Samson what are you doing?" She asked as he had blocked her way out. Most men she wasn't afraid of but him she was not for his size but some bears she knew had a hair like trigger.

Lillian had heard the movement in the background but stayed silent on the couch listening.
 
"I need to know what you think you heard, what you know heard, what you saw..." He entered, his through rumbling as if struggling to keep in snarls. "And what you told." Samson gave no thought to the long couch before the window, designed to catch the beams of light for catnaps. He moved his a farger finger under her chin, attempting to point it up to his face. "And then how we are to fix this."
 
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