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Smiling as he cupped her breast but with him hinting at how he could help her. In all honesty she could say she loved him since she is just getting to know him. Nuzzling into his bare ches tas she nipped him gently. "How about you just stay until I fall to sleep? You'd also have to let Warren know what you'd like with me carrying your offspring." she said to him with her curling up to him. "Perhaps I can research on how to get rid of my Husband to where this land is still in the family." She said with a yawn as she was wanting Samson to be happy along with everyone else. "I want you and everyone safe...Mostly happy." she said as she laid her head down on his shoulder playing it safe for now suggesting he'd stay until she slept so her scent wouldn't be so strong like if he continued on with her urges.

Purring softly as the tip of her tail twitched back and forth as if showing she was slowly falling to sleep at his side. When he said if she stayed she'd be one of the family. Hearing that made her feel accepted by him and the others well since he was more assertive than some they would follow his lead. Slowly her breathing became deep showing she finally fell to sleep. When morning came she could be found running through the woods going further and faster to exhuast herself as she wanted to save herself for Samson.
 
It was calming. Maybe it was just because there was someone reasonable enough to be in charge that he was no longer as disgruntled about not being master of ther house. He left the room after the purring seemed steady enough, carefully moving his Lady off his chest. He left to see what new rumors were about, how soon the Master might leave for another trip to his apartments in the City, how to get that cake baked, and how to best plant things around to remind the Master about new entertainment that he could be doing somewhere else but not take his wife too. He didn't look for Warren yet, not sure how to talk to him on it. Luckilly he was busy trying to train the maid, not yet taking advantage of her. After another moments thought as he looked through the conservatory that had been cleaned out, he then got back to work, preparing for the Mistresse's birthday with some others who were still awake. It went on for the next few days, Samson heading for town to get some more ingredients and items picked up, until they again saw her on her birthday.
 
During that time she was constantly running, swimming and escorted back to the house where she was pulled through the backdoor. She didn't notice anything but the scent of baking. Laughing as it smelled wonderful but she went to her room where she went to bathe for abit. Little did she know Samson was planning things out for this day. While trying to cover her scent up on her heat cycle was on one of the worst days yet which lasted for a few days then it dies down.

Dressed and exhuasted she wore a green dress that perked her breasts up slightly. Walking down stairs as it seemed everyone disappeared. "Hello? Brittany? Trisha? Samson?" she called out to a few people unable to find anyone she slipped to the study seeing her harp had arrived from home and it had been polished. "Samson...You devil you..." She thought as he arranged him to get her harpolished but since her husband was gone the atmosphere was more relaxed. Walking to the massive frame she sat down with her pulling it into her shoulder already plucking the strings delicately.
 
"Harp?" Warren asked Brittany, unsure if dealing with it was her gift or someone else's. He had been breaking in some of the horses recently as his own gift, as well as getting the best cream for all the cakes and drinks. That and making sure the stallions were milked so they didn't try fighting again. He watched as the carriage the Lady came in got the last touch of varnish and refurbising done. It seemed a bit shabby for a noblewoman, so the carpenter and other local artisans and craftsmen had worked on it, as well as adding some springs they found in an abadonded carriage to absorb the shocks and give smoother rides. Others cleared roads in the forest for riding. Some dealt with the unused tapestries, brocades, sheets, velvets, and buntings to decorate the tables and walls around the front of the Manse, as well as the walls to the formerly seldom used part of the house that the Lady was going to stay in to use as her de facto domain. And then there were the more group gifts. The usual budget set aside for the Master's lady has been adding up for some years. It had been used early on, but after people realized how fast he went through women, they just set aside the money for a rainy day, using it for loans to keep the area running without going further into debt with high interest rates. When the engagement was announced, to a tiger off all people, they began spending it. The previous Master and Mistress weren't perfect and were a bit set in their ways, but they saw those below them as having responsibilities different but no less as crucial as their own, and having at least one decent tiger around brought back some good memories to the older villagers. Far better than if that black widow or sturgeon got to be the wife.

And so, for months beads, blown glass, fancy cutlery, and whatever they could think of best to match a tigeress was produced. They would have thrown the party in the town, but it was decided all around that the house and lawn hadn't been used enough for entertainment, so the towsfolk, herdmen, and others came from around the three hundred acres, some taking shifts so that everyone could spend at least some time at the festival without all the livestock escaping. The cakes were being prepared, booths set up, entertainers organized, travelers invited over to peddle there wares to the party in exchange for presenting their finest goods as gifts... Samson was anxious, but satisfied as he returned with the last of the large group, bearing their food and good cheer. The only problem for himself was which of the four to use? Her own family's crest, that showing hers and her husband's combined, that of the Mistress of the House, or that she designed herself?
 
Brittany smacked Warren on his rump. "Yes, she loves music and her mother sent it down for her birthday. It got damaged so thakfully you're good with your hands." She said smiling as she could hear their Mistress playing. "Good, she's so into her music she won't notice the work outside." She said as she knew Warren helped breaking a certain mare in. "Also thank you for breaking that new mare. The Black Arabian that was sent down. She is going to love it." She said trying not to make so much noise to draw attention to them but she grabbed Warren's hand and pulled him out to help the other. Though Brittany noticed Samson seemed worked up, an odd type of worked up.

"Samson, whats wrong?" She walked over to him smiling as she enjoyed working in the barn since she got to get away with one thing abit. She stood there as the sound of music was faint. "Oh she's going to be busy to where she won't notice us setting everything up for tonight." She said with a smile.
 
"Which do you think would be more appropriate for the old throne?" He asked her, refering to the chair they had found in the conservatory and gotten refurbished. Realizing that he hadn't told what he was talking about, he showed the four seals. The first was somewhat rough, being carved out of an older seal to roughly represent Her Ladyship's family, painted with glossy colors by the local priest and calligrapher. The second was the fused crest of her and her husband, ordered specially by the town council when they heard of the engagement several weeks back. The third was the original seal for the Mistress of the House that his family had personally been hiding for generations. And the fourth was an enameled seal showing a dragon in the same position of the drawing given to the jeweler, though with as fine detail as could be made in those few days, with the the bumps of it's spine and scales rising out, the color tinted with orange specks when the sun hit it, and the for the eyes, jade from a pair of earings. Whether the whiskers were more draconic or feline went without saying. He still needed to see that his own cake thing had went alright, since he was unsure if he could really call finding the seals and throne counted as a gift. In the past it was used by the Master's mother and grandmother while in town for the festivals there. The changable symbol on the top was missing, so he was unsure which sort of decoration or emblem protocol demanded be used. Warren looked over Samson a bit, having mixed feelings about only being told second hand that Samson went to town, so headed off to deal with the setting up the sheep riding amongst the children and the long forsaken cheese rolling, passing someone bringing a geode carved goblet and set of plates
 
Brittany stood there not realizing Warren was upset about Samsn going to town. "I like the dragon one. Who came up with it?" She asked but heard something was a miss. No music. "I'll go keep her busy. Just come up when everything is done." she said with her running off and detouring their Lady up to her bedroom talking to her as the girls crocheted together trying to keep busy.
 
Samson went to do just that, keeping things down by trying to have the animals from the barns drown out any comings or goings as meats and roots were brought from the town and a blatform set up by the steps of the main entrance, flowers and scarves tied around torch holders, some in honor of birthdays, some tigers, some the mistress, and some because the Lady had been seen to linger around them when near the woods and stream. Samson caught up to Warren, and the two went into the wine caves to discuss things before things got too public and heated. There was some scuffling and muffled sounds from within, but they left with only some mild bruises, Samson ending up with a slightly split lip. Warren had blood on his lips and stared down Samson before he blushed, then gave him a less bruishing kiss than the last on the other side of his mouth as the bells began to ring. "Looks like it's time to head back." He ruffled the fur on the bear's cheeck back, seeing the blush the fur tended to hide, then wrapped an arm over his shoulder and let him back, both taking several steps away before they came into view of anyone.
 
Lillian heard the bells going off and moved to her window looking out seeing people had gathered out on their estate. "What is going on?" She asked but she was soon taken outside where some of the servants turned smiling to her. It wasn't long until they cheered happy birthday. She had forgotten it was her birthday.

Blushing as she looked around unable to find either men, Samson and Warren. Music had stated some the guests moved in wishing her the best but all she could do was thnk them. After awhile she gave up on looking for the two and went on where she sat down at a table not knowing about the thronej Samson had fixed up for her.
 
Samson and Warren appearec soon after, as some were trying to gently shoo Lillian away from the regular seat she sat in. "You're the hostest and the guest of honor, Milaid." Warren said as he arrived, giving voice booming and jolly, though schooled, as he didn't try calling her Tiger Lily, a private nickname he made. He brought down the large throne he had been carrying over his shoulder onto the center area, after Samson unrolled the Azeri carpet he had picked up on the way over after a quick question. "Still be wanting my
 present later?" He said within earshot of the tigeress, maid, and Samson voice hidden in a fake grunt under the wait of the throne, which also hid his mouth. He seemed to be trying to talk to either of the three of them.

He placed it down, center stage, at the head of the table main table which rose a bit around the throne, the choices of the food staying at the front on tables around her, where she would get first pick before they passed them around to the others. Presents were mostly kept at a large table next to the main door, so that there would be few issues with who gave what. ence why the brawny pair never mentioned what they themselves gave. Instead of trying to decide whether it was the priest, mayor, judge, or whatever other dignitary should do the honors, Samson handed the box with the four seals safely inside to Brittany. "Do the honors of setting it in?" He and Warren then gave halfbows to Lilliana and headed off to find seats.
 
Lillian was pulled up from her seat by the children but she smiled seeing the two men. Once the throne was sat down she noticed Samson was moving oddly but she smiled softly to the two men hoping they saw her smile. Watching Brittany walking closer to her with the box of seals. Brittany smiled opening it for Lillian.

"Happy Birthday, My Lady." She said but noticed a look in Lillian's eyes.

"You and everyone didn't have to do this." She said but Brittany leaned in whispering in her ear which made Lillian smile even more as she grabbed the seal that sat on top of the stack. "Would you mind?" She asked as she handed the seal to the horse who stood nearby and he nearly dropped it out of shock but he placed it on the back of the throne. The dragon shined brightly in the light as people talked about her not using the seal that combined hers and her husband's.

Sitting down in the chair with her crossing her legs as she picked some foods that were light. Seeing everyone grabbing the food she looked down at her plate knowing today Warren teased about giving her a certain gift but she promised Samson he'd be her first. Sighing softly as she rubbed her eyes at a lock with her thoughts but she engaged the guests through dinner a she tried to sneak peeks at the two males. With dinner coming to an end the cake was brought out and she stood up making the first cut having the children being served first. She grabbed a small piece though got up excusing herself but she walked by Samson and Warren to get to a quiet room trying to figure something out.
 
Warren and Samson sat a table length away from each other, both stealing glances when the other wasn't looking, each hoping that they would catch the other doing the same. They both noticed that the Lady was a bit overwhelmed, but you needed to pull a tooth quickly to stop the pain. The analogy would have failed, but as they had no dentists(or people to help acclimate the Lady quickly), it was the best they could do. Warren saw her leave, then headed out after her as naturally as he could from a different entrance. Can't let her make a bad impression on the town. Or have people think she was together with someone. "Though if I landed her first..." The spoke to himself under his breathe, then went to find where she went, shutting the door behind them. "Didn't want any cake?" He hadn't seen her get any as it was small, a distance away, and he was looking at Samson to see him watching the cake he had insisted on making being sliced.
 
Lillian was deep in her thoughts as she looked out watching the children play among the sheep and such. She already ordered food andcake set aside for those who were working. The sound of the door being shut got her attention as she thought it was Samson bu twas surprised to see Warren there. "I grabbed a small bit. Got some things on my mind right now...." she said as she walked up to him. she didn't see the blood on his lips as it seemed he got cleaned up.

"This party is wonderful bu tthe funny thing is...I forgot my birthday was coming up." She said with a weak laugh trying to conceal her worries but couldn't. "Oh Warren....I'm just confused right now. I remember your promise but...I also made...well how can I say this without sounding like a slut." she said softly but looked up at him. "I want to have a litter but my husband doesn't....Someone here on this estate as we speaks wants me to carry his offspring. I'm fond of him and you I...just don't know what to do. Allow you to be my first out of a promise or him since he's willing but not ready to be a father."
 
"The ass is always an option." Thinking less about himself in her rear as he did with Samson in there. Or, better yet, in his own. Or vice versa. He had been happy enough on how he had been getting him to sleep within the same five yards of him over the past eighteen months. "Should I take a guess on who this person is and on why he isn't ready?" .No need to mention that her first actual promise was to her husband. Leaving the hanging in the air the possibility of what would happen if she should get pregnant... Even if it was the Master's kid and he decided to cull it. Left hanging in the air like a chandelier with a creaky chain was that the person not ready to be a father might have had something or someone else he prefered or felt more love for than some hypothetical offspring.
 
"You can guess who it can be...Also...Earlier this week.." She looked away from him. "I was raped in the ass. My husband returned I back talked him so he drugged me and took advantage of me in that state." She said with her turning from him knowing she was the third wheel but she rubbed part of her face. "Besides if I did end up pregnant...If I gave birth to another's offspring he wouldn't know since my husband's family line isn't exactly pure." she said looking at Warren. "There is a haffer, rabbit and a bear in his blood line among many tigers. I found an old diary among the first night here."
 
"Makes disinheriting the bastards easier." He moved closer, trying to act seductive as he tried to find her motives. "And why deny your own body waiting for Samson to get you pregant? There are so many other ways to pass the time until then. And wouldn't people wonder why two tigers didn't make another tiger?" He thought for a bit recalling the sedatives that disappeared after Samson visited him several nights ago. "And wouldn't your kid from me fit just as well? Couldn't you take me now and Samson tomorrow?" So long as he was his kid's father, even if it came from a lie, would be fine. Even if they couldn't have kids together. He moved a hand to her, trying to keep the near plea from his voice, brushing aside how he had stopped thinking of her as competition, a friend, or seductee anymore, and more like some sort of incubator or broodmare he got prizes for laying. "He won't mind if it's not really his kid. He would half think it since you two aren't married. So my not go the whole way? Why not me?" Samson may have all but forgotten their jokes from their youth, when they were still learning about dirty words, the stork, and how not all girls were icky. But he didn't. 'If all it took to have kids was to sleep together, why can't we? Need girls? Then why can't we both sleep with her?' God, he needed to let this go. It wasn't healthy, which he realized with dawning horror what would happen if she called out. Not even if he stopped her. Not even if he convinced her to let him flee. Not even if he got lynched by the villagers or tortured by the Lord. How would Samson react?
 
As she felt his hand on her she laid her hand over his own. Picking his hand up as she kissed the palm of his hand before she turned to face him looking up at him. "I'll sleep with both of you but I don't think he knows of...Well the teasing we had in front of him when I was trying to fashion him a belt." She said with a weak smile as she looked at Warren's hand. She could hear the children laughing outside with tiny yips from what she could guess someone got her a puppy for her birthday. Feeling bit at ease but she didn't take her eyes from Warren's. "Right now I want to jump you but I don't think it would be fair if Samson was left in the dark land you know he was the first to offer to give me my wish." she said as she nodded to the door saying they needed to get back. "I just...Don't want to come between you two since I assumed there is something." she said as she moved opening the door hearing everyone joking and roaring with laughter.
 
He nodded, looking down and feeling a bit more at ease. Besides her not calling out and making his pushiness seem like the rape he might have contemplated, but she seemed to know her place. Not getting between them. "If you get between us, I will have to accept it." He was feeling more generous now and sounded somewhat wistful as he put his hand over the shorter feline. "But only if I get to look him eye to eye." He ruffled her hair with his custard flecked hooves and walked away with a departing last word. "Maybe if the Lord gets send overseas there can be enough time to do it and let me have your child." It may have sounded like he still wanted under her skirts, but he was simply thinking about how much friendler things could be, if he was the surrogate father of the kid, with Samson acting as the uncle. Not lovers. Not mates... But maybe brothers? That could explain their behaviour to each other. Personal space is nothing between family. Brothers... He sighed to himself outside the door, speaking to himself just loud enough for it to be caught. "Sex would be great. But if your ass is offlimits and her ass is off limits, I still want to guide you in and hold your hand."
 
Hearing him outside the door but smiled. "Come here." she said softly as she grabbed his tail and the hem of his britches pulling him inside. Once he was back in the room she reached up pulling him down where her lips lightly touched his own. Smiling at the end of the kiss as she looked at him. "I don't want to bare my husband a child but yours and Samson's....I don't want either of you in the dark about this situation." she said softly in his ear letting him know where she stood and how she wanted things to be. "Like I told Samson...My child will know their father." She said as she kissed his cheek then slipped away from him returning to the party.

There the children ran in with the black wolf puppy chasing them. "Whoa there!" She cried otu grabbing the tiny bear cub up into her arms keeping the puppy from biting the child. Snapping her fingers and tapped the sensative nose getting the pup to settle down with her holding the child on her hip. "I'm guessing he's mine?" She asked the Mayor who told her it was a she. He informed her wolves love to watch over their packs and defend them to the death. He figured she needed one if the men weren't around. Laughing as she put the cub down thanking him for the Gift though she noticed no one asked where her husband was but she looked to a lawyer where she asked about common laws in the area. He informed her if her husband should die she'd have control over his estate as her own since she took his name in marriage. Lillian tilted her head at that as for her if a widow happened she'd be sent to her parents. Though the Mayor patted her hand giving her a concerned look but she placed her hand over the old mouse's hand.

"I worry about him so much with his behavior, Your Honor..." She said looking down as the sevants smirked behind their hands knowing the real truth. The mayor patted her hand saying he shouldn't be doing this to her. There he shook his head went back to keeping things light with hours going by and slowly guests were leaving so she said her goodbyes to each guest and thanking them. When she was aloone she nearly collasped aching so much as she was thinking of meeting Warren in the woods.

Though she turned calling out for Samson and Warren. She told the other servants to go to bed early. "Samson....Warren..." She called out as she moved along walking through the house then she stepped out in the garden thinking it over but took off to the barn. "Warren!" She yelled out as the sleeping cattle mooed softly.
 
"Got any threes?" Warren shook his head, then nodded, handing over the cards. "You seem out of it." Samson said, the last card players having left after the gambling party in the woods half an hour earlier. "What's on your mind?" Warren thought over how he thought he saw Tiger Lily cradling a cub, "It's nothing." He put his cards down, rest his head on a crooked arm, this other hoof drumming the impromptu table. "Come one." Samson half pleaded, embaressed to have not been giving him enough attention recently and now having no audience to fear. "What is it?" He took his friend's drumming hand, sucking on some dried custard from earlier in the day. His attempt to get his friend out of the slumps didn't really work and ended up having him hack and spit on something with a familiar taste. "What's this?" The bear asked the bull, having sucked part of a cat hair into his mouth, the strand shortened when it snapped as Warren removed his hand to see what the matter was, then praised whatever forest spirits where about that the moon light had stifled most colors. While Samson looked over the shortened hair Warren decided to wing it. "It was about the Lady." That got Samson's attention and suspicions. "When I was... Alone with Britt, I heard the Lady speaking about what would happen if her husband died?" He interupted his thoughts, deciding that there might be a less ricky way to go about it. 'Maybe he could get menage trois with Brittany? She isn't as wealthy as the Lady, she might be willing for a ring from one of us.' Samson's eyes widened before Warren grabbed his hand. "Calm down, calm down. I had spoke to the chemist, and apparently the old tiger, sexy that he is, has been getting mercury pills. He might have syphilus or any number of problems. The gossip hens weren't too far off and were awfully quite during then, so it should be over the county within a day after the mailcart arrives." Samson calmed, though not completely, so he was drawn closer as Warren continued. "We just have people start saying how they heard second hand how there was some story or another about what happen to wifes. Say that she was afraid that she needed an heir or that the Master believes in the Tiger Burning Bright for widows." Samson still good up, rather concerned and leaving the cards, pulling from Warren's hand. He didn't see the hurt look as he left behind the cards he once gave him as a gift after Warren got a promotion and pay raise.
 
Unable to find either one of the two men she was dying to bed her she bit her lower lip heading back to her room. There she shut the door and blew the lights out with her stripping from her dress and slipping on her bed. Shifting as she rubbed her thighs together trying to forget her aching need. "I hope this goes away..." she muttered softly as she moved laying on her stomach as the moonlight came through her window lightly glistening her white fur. Closing her eyes as she moved raising her hips up in the air as if stretching her back out. Slowly she was starting to give up on Samson and was thinking of taking Warren srictly. Laying back down with her nuzzling into the large soft pillows thinking Samson was worth waiting for.
 
The night came and it went, Warren half heartedly starting the rumors about the Mistress's fears or the the Master's ailments, pushing the old excuse the Master used that he taking trips to the health spas in the cities and mountains, instead of the theaters and "private" baths. There were some hot springs and mountain water lakes near the ruins a few hours travel away from here, but until the road for the forest was fixed recently none went there. The Master had the area forbidden so that only those not attractive enough couldn't go to his half-week fuck parties. Got to go himself a few times, though mostly so the Master could watch him knock up some of the women or sodomize the men. Something about him holding power over those who also held power. He used to be so nice when he was younger. Whatever went wrong? Was it when the mistresses started? He liked some of the mistressess. They weren't as cold-sighted andrealistic as the professional courtesans and actresses, who knew to keep incriminating letters and not expect marriage until they wormed away the wife in some fashion. Was it when the first five arranged marriages fell? Was it when he needed to show the world that he was ? Is that why he got large and boyish women, closed his eyes, and never got them pregnant? He thought over how devoted Samson was to the Master, just so long as he was around, then wishing to be it himself when we was gone. Warren added another rumor about the black widow, then went back to doing whatever he did, week after week, his envy of tigers increased ever further.
 
As the day came and her many afternoons she never got to see either of the men as she got her personal hourse out and began riding in the woods for awhile. By now she didnt have the need to screw either of the men nor did her husband returned home. So far she ran the house as she sent orders around allowing Warren and Samson to run everything else.

In her plain clothing with ehr hair tied back from her face as the mare picked her way through the brush. Smiling as Lillian jumped down with the wolf pup struggling to keep up with her. "Should have stayed home girl..." She said with a slight happiness she wasn't exactly alone right now. Smiling as she picked up the tiny pup and walked with the mare to the creek she use to swim. Once there she allowed the mare to drink as she settled in the cool grass looking at the water.
 
The cooking staff had less to do in those days. With himself not in residence, it had no longer been an issue with putting so much of the areas profits into importing tropical fruits and other luxuries. Repairs were made to the buildings using the newly freed time, as the changes seemed to be happening far too rapidly for those few months. Even some orchards had managed to spring up in an impossible amount of time, though luckilly honey production was increased, which new hives being moved much farther from any people. Mead production increased, and they no longer had to import cider. Some were planning on opening a small distillery for peach and peach brandy. The world was slipping from beneath their feet. Warren stopped over the banks of a small lake that they kept for the fish and flowers. He watched them swim for a bit before he walked away with the lily. He'd never be able to catch a fish. Too lumbering. Maybe that's why he switched to being an omnivore so many years ago. Have a chance at catching the carnivors and keeping them until they stay on their own. Far too fast. He couldn't believe it, but he almost wished for the times before this marriage. He certainly wished for a time long before marriage was even uttered in the house, even before the mistresses.
OOC: Mind secret flirts to the Master? Also, what was the time period we were going for again? Mediavel, Edwardian..?
 
OOC: You mean Lillian flirting with the Husband, Warren and th emaster, Samson and the master? Also whats going on with the three? I figured victorian era maybe bit before that.

Lillian was walking in the woods as she stayed silent. Things were changing around there. She allowed the servants to destill the extra fruit for their extra pays and have the house itself perhaps fixed to where it was more inviting. So much work was being done as old things that were collected by her Husband were sold or given to those who wanted it.

"What is happening..." She spoke softly with her leading her horse and the pup back to the house to see how everything was going.
 
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