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Who Owns You? (grayfoxz x Shura)

Gray had gone into a cupboard head deep, trying to find his cleaning materials. he hit his head several times before he found them, realizing that he had grown still in his later years, seeing as he normally fit in them quite nicely. He scratched his head for a bit and closed the door as he walked back into the living room, holding two cleaning cloths.
"Well I found them, so lets get to.." He saw Lyra licking the apple and stood in silence for a moment, wondering if he girls could get any weirder. "Uhm... are you... ok?"
 
Not having expected the wolf to return so soon, she was once against surprised by his sudden appearance, squeaking cutely as she quickly pulled her lips away from the apple, accidentally losing her hold on the apple and letting it fall to the ground with a dull thud. “I-was, I was just… Stop sneaking up on me like that” she complained, squatting down and picking up the apple, dusting it off as best she could before holding it close to herself. “Made me waste a perfectly good apple” she muttered more to herself than to the wolf. Her hunger would have to wait for later it seemed as Gray was holding two clothes which she assumed would be used for cleaning.

“Fine, I’ll clean first, hand it over” she snapped holding out her hand, quite bitter about having her food ruined. It wasn’t really Gray’s fault, but even if her mind acknowledged the fact, it didn’t soothe her emotions one bit.
 
Gray shrugged, not trying to make any more sense of the girl and handed her the cleaning cloth. "Allright, you may need to shake off the cloth outside once in a while if it gets too dusty." He said casually, trying to inform her how to clean up in there. He immedeadly started wiping off the cabinets and picture frames, getting trough his part rather quick. Seeing as the dusting itself worked out fine he went and got a broom, started cleaning up the floor while he was at it.
 
(Sorry life bit me >_<)

Lyra quietly accepted the cloth, standing still and watching Gray as he busily went off to start wiping the cabinets, she figured she’d just do the same thing he was doing and began running the cloth over the other bits of furniture that were scattered across the room. Her uneasiness with the task gradually disappearing as she began enjoying the experience, there was something awfully pleasing about seeing something turn from dusty to spotless, and to know she could take credit for the change was something she enjoyed thoroughly. She didn’t really know when to shake off the cloth either so just decided to go out whenever Gray did, copying his every move. By the time Gray had started to clean the floor with a broom Lyra had gotten the hang of things, humming happily to herself, the furniture done a faint trickle of sweat falling down the side of her face. It had taken a lot less time than she’d anticipated. A proud smile on her face as she walked over to Gray. “Anything else?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with hope.
 
(not too hard I hope?)

Seeying Lyra work as hard as she did surprised him, this was something he had never expected of a girl like her, then again, did he actually know what kind of girl she was? Shrugging, he went back to cleaning the floor.They where done pretty quick, as expected of teamwork, and Lyra seemed to be brimming with energy, wanting to do even more. He laughed silently and took a good look around the house he now stood in. It probably hasn't been this clean in a few years.
"You want to do more? Well, have you ever changed bedsheets?"
 
(College assignments, still got one left, but I'll work on it over the week... Hate assignments >_<)

Her enthusiasm seemed to waver a bit when Gray mentioned besheets, not having expected a completely different task, her lack of confidence showing only for a moment before she shook her head. “Of course!” she exclaimed, lying through her teeth as she’d only ever seen the maids do such menial tasks, it couldn’t be that hard seeing as it was just taking sheets off, and then replacing them with new ones right? “Where can I find the clean sheets?” she asked eagerly, looking around the room for them as if they’d just be lying around somewhere. She didn’t know why she was so enthusiastic about cleaning up, but it was much more satisfying than her dull violin classes, and knowing she was helping someone else out made her heart swell with pride.
 
( Awww poor you. *consolidation hug* there... better?)

"The sheets? They are in a cabinet in the bedroom, where else?" he said, still wondering what it was that this girls would do all day long seeing as cleaning of changing the sheets was not something she'd ever done. Walking into the bedroom, Gray opened the cabinet, grabbed a pile of new sheets and put them on the nightstand. "Ok, first to get these old ones of." He looked at the old ones, they had been left unused since he had changed them before he left, not really much use in doing that, but he wouldn't like his bedroom to start smelling, which is what would happen if he'd leave the used ones on.
"C'mon Lyra, give me a had, would you kindly?"
 
Lyra didn’t appreciate his tone, but nodded her head anyway, making a move towards the cabinet only to be cut off by the large wolf. A slight pout on her face as she followed him into the bedroom, she was a bit surprised to see how small the bed was but kept silent. After all, the entire house was puny compared to her parents estate. For starters the lack of a formal dining room had been rather shocking.

“Already done my side” she said proudly having untucked the sheets from under the bed, it wasn’t like she could screw this up, in fact it’d probably require some special talent to be able to mess it up. Getting ahead of herself she tugged on the sheets roughly, trying to mimic the way the maids did it, needless to say, she’d missed a few steps, and after the initial pull, her fingers slipped and sent her sprawling onto her backside.”Oww, tch stupid sheets” she complained. She could feel Gray’s eyes on her, but didn’t say anything, or even meet his gaze, quite embarrassed for failing a task she’d though infallible.
 
Gray had to hold back his laugh as he saw the girl fall to the ground, cursing the sheets for not being cooperative. He regained his composure after a minute, acting as if nothing ever happened. "Don't worry about it, happens to the best of us." He pulled the sheets out from the other side and easily took them off the bed. He tought for a minute, she would be using the bed tonight, so to him it didn't matter if the sheets were put on correctly. He shook his head, the girls was having a hard enough time as it was, so he decided to put them on himself. " Would you be so kind as to bring these to the bathroom? Just put them on the floor, out of the way, I'll clean them later." This even she couldn't mess up, and it gave him the time to get the bed ready and cleaned up.
 
Lyra blushed at the sound of his laughter, hating herself for screwing up so simple, she could sense the amusement in his eyes, or at least what she thought was amusement since she wasn’t exactly too good at reading a fur’s expression. She appreciated him holding his laughter back though, and I was by far better than what her aunt would do. At least here she would have to put up with hour long lectures everytime she screwed up.

Being told to take the sheets away, she quickly scampered to her feet, taking the dirty sheets and nodding her head, eager to redeem herself to get her next task right, she hugged the sheets to her breasts before running out of the room, nearly stumbling over her own feet as she hurried out. “I’ll be right back, she muttered, running off in search of the bathroom, it wasn’t that hard seeing as how the house was so small. Having dropped off the sheets she returned to the bedroom a few seconds later only to find Gray had already finished with the bed. A slightly disappointed look on her face, she wondered if there was anything else to clean, or if they’d be doing something else now.
 
Gray saw the dissapointed look on her face as she walked into the bedroom once more, not really understanding why she'd mind it being done.
"Well, your bed is ready for the night, I'll be taking the couch." He turned to her "Are you hungry yet? That last apple was a bit of a wast, maybe you want something warm to eat?"

Without waiting for an answer, Gray walked to the kitchen. He grabbed a few pans, looked what ingredients he has and stared cleaning some vegetables. "Got any specific requests?" He asked, wondering what she'd come up with and if it was even possible for him to make with the ingredients he had lying around.
 
“On the couch?” she blurted out looking confused before covering her mouth with her hands and nodding her head. “Uhh right, something to eat…” she repeated, following him quietly back into the kitchen, she hadn’t thought about where Gray would be sleeping, in fact she hadn’t even considered how she’d be sharing the roof with him tonight. Sort of stupid seeing as it was his house.

Not wanting to dwell on the topic too long she frowned a bit at being asked if there was anything she wanted to eat. Obviously having eaten nothing all day she was starving, but she’d never had the option of picking her own food. She normally just ate what the maids brought to her. Having no real idea what sort of food Gray normally ate Lyra settled for what she’d had a few days ago.

“Grilled Lobster Paella? Roast Quail with Foie Gras? Umm, I don’t know, never really had any favorite food” she answered, looking more than a bit confused.
 
He stopped working with the food for a minute and stared at her for a second. Where did this girl come from, eating fancy food like that. Even the wealthier part of town could not afford that, Only the richest at the top of the hill, and those where just a handfull of people.
"Uh... sorry, but I don't have the ingredients for those. Besides, I'm guessing you don't want to wait to long, judging by the sound your stomach made earlier." He said, tying to get her mind of the other dishes.
Best he could do was some pasta right now, and he hoped it would be enough.
What was he thinking, it was his house, he decided what they'd eat, and why was he caring what she'd think, she would be gone tomorrow anyway.
 
Lyra shrugged her shoulders at his apology, seemingly not to bothered by his rejection of her ideas, it wasn’t like she was overly fond of any of those dishes, and she’d only suggested them to try and be helpful. If he couldn’t fill her requests she figured there hadn’t been much point in him asking, but that wasn’t really her problem. It only hit her then that Gray probably didn’t eat the same type of food she ate. He was a furry for godsake, for all she knew he could be referring to raw rats, or scraps unfit to eat. “Umm what can you make then? I’d prefer something that’s cooked properly if you’re going with any type of meat” she suggested, looking around the kitchen nervously. The apple she’d wasted suddenly seemed like quite a big loss. “I suppose I would settle for another apple?” she offered, trying to pacify the situation before she was presented with some atrocity.
 
"Have you ever eaten pasta?" he asked, not knowing what the girl might or might not have eaten. "because I can make som spaghetti. That would take about 20 minutes with the ingredients that I have here."
He suddenly realised that she might be staying in the kitchen the entire time that he was cooking. He never liked it when someone was watching him cook, even worse when he did 't really knew that person.
"Uhm... I'm going to be a bit busy here, would you. I'd waiting in the living room? I got some books lying around if you' re bored. "
 
Lyra eyes lit up at the mention of pasta, a smile on her face as she nodded her head. “Pasta sounds great, haven’t had black truffle in awhile, or maybe urchin eggs? Either way I look forward to it” she smiled innocently swirling around on the spot before complying with his wishes and moving towards the living room. She did find a few books lying around, but none really caught her interest, and within a few seconds, she was walking aimlessly around the house, looking for something to keep herself interested. She didn’t know how long she’d been wondering, but eventually she ended up in the bedroom, her eyes travelling over the bed which Gray had made himself. A faint frown forming on her lips, she was tempted to mess it up and do it over herself just to show Gray she was perfectly competent, but the wardrobe caught her interest first. A curious look on her face as she opened it up and began fishing around, her hands shifting through shirts and pants before she found something much more personal, her face going red at the mere sight of the object.
 
Gray was nearly finished cooking, he only needed to have the plates set on the table in the living room. "Lyra, can you help me with the plates?" He didn't get any response, shouting just hard enough to reach the living room. He had no idea why she didn't respond, but perhaps she was in the bathroom. Finishing everything up, he put the spaghetti on a two plates, pouring the sauce over it. He grabbed both plates and walked into the living room, putting the plates on the hard wooden table, looking around, trying to find Lyra.

"Lyra, where are you?" The bathroom appeared to be empty so he walked over to the bedroom, finding her looking through his clothes. "If you're that curious about my clothing you can always a..." he stopped mid-sentence, seeing her holding the penis sleeve he used at the times that he was alone and lonely. It was shaped like a human vagina, latex and very soft, even having fake lips. His jaw almost dropped open, not knowing what to say.
 
Having found the bizarre objects, she could tell instinctively that it wasn’t something she should be touching, especially since it’d been hidden away secretively at the bottom of a pile of clothes. Looking around nervously to see if Gray was around, she sighed with relief when she couldn’t hear him nearby. Her curiosity piqued she began tracing her hand over the lips of the object wondering why it felt so smooth, she could see some resemblance between the lips and a certain part of her body, but having led a rather sheltered life, she didn’t even know much about sexual toys.

She’d apparently gotten too engrossed in the object as the wolf’s voice suddenly erupted from the doorway, his voice shocking her and causing her to nearly drop the penis sleeve she was holding. Her expression being that of a child who’d been caught looking at something she knew her parents didn’t want to see. Instinctively she hugged it to her breasts looking at Gray skeptically as if to tell him that she wouldn’t be handing it over. “Found this with your clothes, what’s it for?” she asked, still having no idea what the object was for.
 
He did not now how to answer that without embarrassing himself. A sight blush had appeared on his furry face as she pressed the toy to her chest, making both the sleeve and her ample breasts wiggle a bit. His pants stirred slightly, his penis springing to life from its sheath. He swallowed for a moment, trying to find the right words.

"That...that is uhm, an object I.. I use to relax... yeah, relax sometimes. When things get... lonely. You know." He assumed she was already familiar with the concept of sex, but still. It seemed odd that she did not recognise what the toy looked like, and why she was so williing to touch it, Let alone hold on to it.
 
Listening to Gray’s explanation, she raised a suspicious eyebrow, not entirely convinced he was telling the truth. She couldn’t imagine how something like this could possibly help him relax, she’d heard of candles that gave off relaxing aroma’s and music that helped people feel better, but the object she was holding felt completely different to those things. If she’d had more time to observe it she might have drawn a connection, but she having never really pleasured herself with toys, she didn’t even have any idea that such things existed.

“Relax…. When you’re lonely” she repeated dubiously, parting the object from her breasts and looking at it once more seeing as how Gray wasn’t making any moves to snatch it off her. “How would you relax with this thing anyway?” she asked, figuring she was being lied to. She ran her fingers over the length before stopping at the lips again. Sticking her finger cautiously inside, maybe there was something inside?
 
"Well..." he said, still being a bit out of sorts "I use it to... help myself..Hey!" He saw her sticking her finger in between the lips, pressing it into the toy where his hard cock had been so many times. It was not like she was doing anything to him, but it just seemed so wrong and yet so... right.
"You, you don't want to put your finger in there." he said, realizing he would probably have to explain to her why. This was getting out of hand, he needed to put an end to this.
He took a few steps forward, trying to take the sex toy from her hands.
 
Lyra only pushed her fingers in deeper when she was told to stop, figuring that his warning was reflective of her assumption being correct. There was probably something hidden inside that he didn’t want her finding. She would have done it with more vigor had she not been feeling a bit strange herself. Her body felt warmer than it should have been, and even if her mind failed to realize what she was doing her body seemed to know perfectly well, her finger feeling strangely comfortable inside. Her mind was just about to slip away into the sensation when she sensed the wolf moving to her, her eyes immediately becoming alert as she backed away.

“I’ll do what I…. actually….” She smiled and held the object out to Gray with a triumphant smile. “I’ll give it back, but I want to see how you relax with it” she said innocently. “Don’t know why you don’t want me touching it, but it’s okay if I watch you use it right?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she waited for the wolf to take the object away from her.
 
Gray stopped a few steps in front of her, towering over her sitting figure. Lyra holds out the toy towards him, but he was hesitant to take it, seeing as he would have to pleasure him with it in front of her. Then again, it was his house, he could just as well take it and not do anything. It was not like she would be able to force him in to anything, looking at the difference in size.

He held out his hand and grabbed the toy, not pulling it from her hand yet. "I will not show you, that would be... inapropriate. But maybe well talk it over, after dinner. Okay?" He said, nudging his head towards the living room, hoping she'd let go and get to dinner first.
 
Lyra’s eyes sparkled with interest as the object was taken from her, her eyes peering up at his large figure expectantly to see what sort of tricky item it was. Needless to say, she was quite disappointed when Gray told her he wouldn’t be showing her anything, and delaying the topic until later. The maids used to use this trick on her all the time. ‘Later’ was synonymous with ‘never’ for Lyra, and the thought that Gray was trying to trick her with something so weak was almost insulting.

Her hand shot up, her body pouncing upwards to try and grab the toy off Gray, her hand unfortunately swept through thin air, but she hadn’t thought things through properly, and with both feet off the ground she tried to balance herself the only way she could. By grabbing onto the wolf. Arms wrapping around his waist in a tackle like gesture. Her body pressing against his leg, it was her face though that was probably the most notable as she buried it right against his cock, her cheek pressed firmly against the hardness.

(Up to you whether the tackle trips Gray over or not)
 
Gray did not expect her to jump up to grab the toy from him. He pulled it back a bit, just out of her reach, hoping she would calm down. "Easy there, this is not your's you know." He wanted to turn around and put the sleeve away as he felt her arms wrapping around his waist and her face burying itself in his crotch, which by now had gotten quite hard.

The fall like tackle had surprised him, making him lose his balance. He fell straight backwards, the girl still clinging to him. He fell down on his ass hitting his head on the side of the bed "Ouch, damn" He said, still holding the toy in his had as he rubbed the sore spot.
 
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