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Breaking a pet

They seemed to slip into a timeless moment, defined by their lips sliding, their tongues caressing, their naked bodies pressing, hands stroking, the heat from each other's skins creating a bond that neither wished to break. He lay back with her, and they wrapped each other with their limbs, just kissing like lovers and holding each other.

He finally broke the kiss and nuzzled into her hair, and before he thought about it, before he could stop himself, he could hear himself murmuring "I wish I didn't have to sell you..."
 
The next moments seemed to melt together, any thought fleeing from Kaura as she kissed Janek, slowly but with a growing passion. He stroked her while she felt him, drawing her back onto the bed as his arm encirled hers, and her leg looped over his waist, drawing his hips up to her own.

The kiss ended, and Kaura panted, leaning into Janek as she held him close to her, his face buried in her hair. And when he spoke, she froze, eyes wide, and brimming with tears. Her arms tightened around him, pulling him closer. "I don't want to have another Master." She whispered back. "I want to be owned by you, to live with you, be owned by you... To share moments like this with only you... I... I want nothing more than to stay by your side... My Master..." She moved in closer, and gently nibbled on his ear before whispering softly, her voice only slightly slurred from drink, "My lover."
 
He sighed, and held her close. "We don't have the time. Or the luxury. But... I wish we did." He tilted his head to give her better access to his ear, and he rumbled in pleasure, as his hands roamed gently across her skin. He stroked her like she was a free woman, like she was indeed a lover, and he wanted to please her.

Oh, this was going to mess him up, he knew. It was going to mess her up, too, but he was almost used to that. It wasn't unusual for the slave to fall for the trainer; a powerful man who is able to control every aspect of your life, and forces you into pleasures you never dreamed of -- it was almost natural, in fact. So he was used to that, but the part he wasn't familiar with was feeling it in return.

"My slave," he murmured, "my woman..."
 
Kaura nodded saddly, tightening her grip on him slightly as she tried to hold him close. It was a mostly symbolic move, she didn't want to give him up, not now, not when they docked. She trusted him, she liked him, and the thought of him coldly turning her to another man... It sent a cold chill down her spine, a pang of saddness gripping her heart. "I know, Master Janek." She whispered, still kissing and sucking lightly along his ear as her hands moved over him as well, stroking and touching him.

"I know it is selfish, Master." She told him softly, "The crew will gain so much from my sale... and so will you... I should be happy... Happy that you'll gain so much from me... But... But I don't want to be sold. I want to be yours... I only want you to bring me pleasure... And I want to see how you light up when I give it to you, I want to see it every day..." She sighed softly, "I... I know it's bad thoughts for a slave to have..."
 
"It's not bad. It's normal. It's... I was about to say 'it's human,' but that wouldn't be entirely accurate, would it?" He chuckled gently, cradling her close as they lay on the bunk together. "I beg of you, don't think of it. Just focus on how we are now, what we're feeling now."

He paused, then grinned down at her. "Are you always like this when you drink? I wouldn't have thought there was enough rum in the grog..."
 
Kaura nodded, and nuzzled into Janek's shoulder, still stroking, feeling him. "One more thing, one more voiced thought, and then I wont think on it again, I swear." Kaura murmured into his ear. "I want you, Master Janek. Your body, your mind, your spirit. I want to know you, and hold you, to be with you like no other woman has before, and I want you to possess every bit of my being, down to my soul. So that we know each other beyond the realm of lovers, and we know the others every touch, every feel." She moved in closer to his ear, her breath hot on his skin, "I want no one to touch me like you can." She pulled his hand to her breast, guiding his fingers over her soft flesh, while her own danced over him, trailing down to his hips, "So you know my body as if it was your own, and I yours. So that should anyone try to touch me like you, all I can see is your face, hear is your voice, and scream is your name."

She finished, and stayed silent just a moment, before pulling back enough so she could meet his eyes, hers shining in the low light. "I don't know." She whispered to his question, even if the answer was late, "I've never drank before... Am I behaving badly?"
 
"N-no, not at all," he stammered softly, overtaken with the poetics of her declaration. "It's... beautiful. And flattering." Suddenly he was stricken by sadness, even as he held her and stroked her delectable, soft body. "I'm just regretful, is the thing. Your thoughts... they're amazing, as you are. But it makes me sad that we never met as freewoman and freeman."

Of course, if they had, there would have been no reason for her to pay him the least attention, and they certainly wouldn't have had sex. She would have taken centuries more to discover her sexuality, and may never have learned of her predilection for submission and pain. No, the only way they would have met each other would have been the way it happened. Without all of that, all of the baggage and demands and pressures, they would never have discovered what they discovered. And for all it felt wonderful, it also ripped him slowly apart, inside.

If he really was responding to her feelings (and he was not fool enough to deny his own reactions and emotions when he felt them, confusing as they may have been), then that meant he was finally having a problem with falling for a slave. All the old time slavers had warned him, and told him the solutions: sell her anyway, let her go (tantamount to suicide by angry crew, in this particular case), kill her peacefully and with love (also suicide), or buy her himself. Two of the four were eliminated due to his wanting to stay alive. That left two others; could he bear to sell her? Could he afford to keep her? He wasn't sure the answer to either of those was "yes."
 
In her inebriated state Kaura couldn't understand the flicker of emotions playing across Janek's face, besides that he looked sincerely sad that they had not met under different circumstances. "Had I been born human..." She whispered, saddness edged into her voice, and she pulled herself close to him once more, nuzzling her head into his shoulder.

Had she been a human she could have met him free, they could have fallen naturally for one another, lived happily. As it stood they were two who could not exist together, forbiden both because of their places in the world now, and their species. Starcrossed.

She sighed softly, stroking across his body lightly a few times, just to feel him, and memorize the sensation of his skin under her fingers. It was amazing to be able to touch him so freely, and she found her hand drifting down, across his taunt stomach towards him member as she breathed into his ear, "Can we make love again..." She whispered softly, nibbling on his ear, "Like the first time? Not as master and slave... Please... Will you make love to me?"
 
How could he not answer that? How could he not respond? Particularly when his body was responding already, before her fingers even reached him, and his face was turning to her, nuzzling and catching her lips, and his hands were already stroking her body as they lay side by side on his bunk, his chest moving against hers, his lips sliding, their tongues dancing not with animal need but with a certain passionate delicacy as they kissed and touched and moved together.

Of course he was going to make love to her, and part of him justified it by marking it up to training, getting a better performance out of a slave, but the greater part, the part that right now didn't care about the job, the bottom line, the peddling of the flesh, that part just wanted to be with her as she had said she wanted to be with him. That part was giving in to the impossible fantasy, and sealing his fate even as he sealed their breaths together with his kiss.
 
He indulged her, and she knew it. His face turned towards hers as her fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him gently. His body moved next to hers, his chest next to hers, not in a crushing embrace, but a soft meeting of their bodies as his hands danced over her skin, carressing and loving every inch of her.

After a moment she pulled her hand from his length, slowly tracing her way up his body once more. She pressed gently onto his shoulder to ease him back, eager to get onto him, to pleasure him not as his slave or whore, but as his lover. She wanted to etch the memory of their coupling into his mind, so he could never forget her, even when he inevitably let her go to a richer man.
 
He went back with her prodding, lying on his back and letting her move above him, her skin against his, her lips against his. This was so different from their first time, the only other time they hadn't been "in training" technically, but yet it held the passion she'd been learning as a slave. Her passion with her willful intent, and it was glorious.

His hands never stopped roaming, caressing, showing her his feeling for her in their touch, their soft strokes and teases, the way he laced his fingers through her hair, stroking her scalp, but not to control, just to feel the texture of her luxurious tresses. Even as he was cursed by his feelings for her, he also felt blessed to have this opportunity with her. It was confounding, but he couldn't think about it too strongly just now. Too many things were pressing for his attention, quite literally...
 
Kaura moved over him now, feeling his fully rigid shaft press between the already wet folds of skin of her pussy. It made her moan, feeling those amazing waves of pleasure course through her with every grind of her hips. It was incredible, the way his body felt under her, his hard muscles against her soft curves, the way his fingers entangled in her hair to draw her in closer, not wanting to break their slow and passionate kiss.

Slowly she drew back her hips, letting Janek's cock bounce fully vertical, before pressing down again. She sank down onto him, feeling him as his cock pressed to her, before easing its way in. She savored every inch of him, shivering in pleasure. It felt so natural to have him inside her, so completely right to be filled by his manhood, and feel her own body respond with slick walls clenching tightly around him, drawing out both their pleasure.
 
His shaft felt squeezed and massaged by her body, and her smooth skin moved against his, her warmth shifting over his body as she moved. He moaned open-throatedly, the incredible way her body made his feel, and the way she gave herself to him, the way she... the way she loved him? Was this what she was doing? He'd dealt with slaves loving him before, but this was new, and... so quick. He had no idea what was happening, really, but he was going with it.

His hands stroked up and down her flesh, not controlling, not tweaking, but stroking passionately, like a lover. As his hips rose to meet hers, he began to give in to the rhythm of their lovemaking, the movements that were like a heartbeat. They moved together, their pleasure building and meshing together. It was something that was as natural as breathing, yet as new to him as ... as she was, actually.
 
Kaura smiled at his moan, leaning in to press her body to his, her head in the crook of his neck as her hips pumped, rising and falling over his body in slow and passionate strokes. She knew Janek was giving into the pleasure too, his hands never stopped stroking, touching and feeling.

She planted soft kisses along his neck, trailing them up slowly along to his ear. No doubt less sensitive than her own, but she was sure she heard him moan when she last kissed it... And she wanted desperately to please him now, in every way, as only a lover could, knowing his body like no one else. So she kissed and nibbled gently on his ear as they moved together.
 
Janek found himself not only pleased physically by the tender attentions of the lovely Kaura, but he found she offered him something deep within that he really didn't have a good name for. It was as if they were becoming a single organism with a sole purpose of creating pleasure. He moved in response to her, and she to him, their bodies interlacing with each other, he within her, she within him, tongues and genitals and earlobes and nipples and fingers... they rolled and moaned and ground and stroked and sucked and gasped and he felt her come, felt her come many times in his half-delirious fervor before his long-awaited orgasm, and he wasn't even sure how or where or what they were doing, it was a long blur of passion until they were twined in each other's arms, drifting to sleep, finally, spent and satisfied and closer than ever, and he murmured "love you," into her hair as he felt himself drift off.

He wouldn't think much about how she might still be conscious, how her special collar would keep her from needing sleep as much, and her elven constitution would reduce that even further. She could be fully rested upon merely an hour a day, depending on exertion, and so she could easily be a fully-alert witness to his words spoken half-asleep or even dreaming.
 
Every motion Kaura made was met by the rise and fall of Janek. He moaned with her, the sounds of their passion filling the room with quiet and pleasure filled gasps and groans. Kaura couldn't count the number of time she was pushed over into climax, rising and tensing over Janek as they shared the passionate coupling, their bodies melted together seamlessly. She wasn't even sure how much time passed before she felt Janek tense and gasp, his back arching as pleasure overtook him. His orgasm led to her own, and they crashed over together, as close as two being could become.

Kaura rolled onto her side, panting heavily from the exhaustion that followed release. She held Janek close still, clinging to him tightly as his arms drew her in as well. Her eyes closed and she sighed, preparing for sleep when she heard Janek whisper, the quiet words all to clear to her senses. A confession he probably would not remember come morning, but touched the Elven woman all the same.

She buried her head into the crook of his neck as he slept, and cried softly. He loved her, and she was certain that she loved him, but did it change anything? He would still have to sell her, at this point he had no choice. Her price would secure him riches beyond anything he could imagine... For him as his crew. And so all she could do was weep, overjoyed that she found the person she loved... And heartbroken that come landfall she would lose him again.

She fell asleep like that, until her chest stopped heaving and her tears dried, asleep in Janek's arms to rest until morning.
 
The magic of the collar simply would not let her sleep too long. She could force herself for three hours before she was simply too well-rested to sleep any longer. But she was allowed to luxuriated in his arms the rest of the time. And he did hold her tightly in his sleep.

For his part, his dreams were uneasy. Not frightening, but disturbing. Loss seemed to be a part of them, and Kaura. Either losing Kaura or losing everything except Kaura. Settings shifted: his home, the slavemarket, the ship, the wilderness, either the one where they’d caught her or any of the countless woods and small villages he’d raided over the years. And at some point there was a bearded ogre wearing his mother’s old dress, swinging a giant pickle. But other than that, his dreams were dark and brooding, foreboding omens of the time to come, once their journey was finished.
 
Kaura's dreams weren't any kinder than Janek's. She imagined the slaver losing all he owned because of her, and having them both try to flee together. She imagined the angry crew killing Janek and taking her for themselves... Of Janek coldly turning his back to her to sell to someone else while he counted the gold earned.

A few hours passed before the collar forced Kaura to wake, and she trembled terribly in Janek's arms, holding the human man close as he slept. She stroked him gently, and hummed one of her peoples lullabies to try to calm his sleep.

She stayed like that until Janek began to stir, mumbling to himself as he began to wake. Kaura smiled to herself, and brushed a strand of dark hair from Janek's face before she slithered out of his arms and descended down his body. She kissed him lightly as she moved, trailing a line down his body until she reached his member. Her fingers wrapped lightly around his base once more, and she began to work over him. She poured every bit of passion she could into the morning wake up, licking him long and full with passion filled moans as she stroked him, gently sucking on one ball then the other to get him prepared for her to take into her mouth once more.
 
He moaned in his sleep, the pleasure she was giving him filtering through his consciousness even as she rose up from the depths of dream, sparking sensations and emotions before he was even awake enough to deal with them. It wasn't that he was unused to this treatment; it was part of a slave's training, after all, to do this sort of thing. But he hadn't left her any orders, she was doing this entirely on her own, and that made all the difference, qualitatively if not in the actual sense stimulation, which was pleasurable as always; Kaura really did have a talent. As he started to rouse, his welling of emotion for her was only partly from the treatment she was giving his genitals.
 
Kaura enjoyed every moan that Janek made, and rewarded the sounds of pleasure with more pumping. She sucked and moaned over him, her fingers stroking his shaft as she plunged him deep into her throat again and again. She worked him as expertly as she could manage, pouring as much passion into the blowjob as she could muster, until she found herself trembling slightly as she moved, her body straining some to preform the mostly simple task.

She let out a deep throated moan all the same, trying to ignore how sluggishly her body responded. She wanted to show Janek the same loving attention as she always did, but lethargy pulled at her until she was bobbing slowly, long stimulating pulls to draw out his pleasure, rather than the quick bobbing and passionate slurping she was hoping to achieve.
 
He came to consciousness in the throes of pleasure, radiating up from his groin, and he moaned in ecstasy and sighed in satisfaction. But after enjoying it for a few moments, he caressed her face and tugged her up, urging her to leave his cock and crawl up his body so he could kiss her. Her lips were wet and soft and she felt warm and pliant in his arms. He kissed her deeply, and then smiled when he broke the kiss.

"Good morning, and thank you," he murmured. "But I can't afford to get so sensitive too quickly today. Still... I wish I could." He grinned at her and held her close. "Today, I think you should have some good old-fashioned work. Most deck-work is simple, and easy to pick up. Would you like to get out in the air? Sea spray and sun? Hmm?"
 
Kaura enjoyed bringing her Master pleasure, as she usually did, and even let out a slightly disappointed sigh when he woke up, and gently tugged her up his body. He held her close and planted a deep kiss on her lips. Her arms snaked their way around him, and she sighed softly. After a few moments he broke the kiss with a smile, and Kaura grinned back before stretching languidly in his arms.

She stifled a brief yawn, and rested her head on his shoulder as he listened to him speak softly to her. For a few moments she even had trouble keeping her eyes open, not sleepy, but unusually drained physically. It wasn't until he mentioned the sun that she jumped slightly, and met his eyes with a startled look on her face. "I haven't been in the sun for more than a few minutes in days." She whispered. "I am Ljósálfar, my body needs sunlight more than food, water or rest... I had forgotten." She curled in closer, clinging to him tightly. "There's no physical reminder like hunger for light until my body is depleted and weak... I've always just lived in the sun, so I never think on it too much."
 
He blinked at her. "Honestly, that's something we'd never have thought to take into account. If we had, the collar would have provided it, but as it stands..." He shook his head in wonderment, then smiled gently at her. "Well, we'll be sure to expose you to the sun a lot more, then."

He listened a moment. "As a matter of fact, I believe there's a work crew out there as we speak. Let's get you growing like a flower," he said, squeezing her.

He paused only to slip on some ship-board pantaloons, which had the side-effect of accentuating Kaura's own utter nakedness. "All right, Kau-... um, Elf Slut. Let's get you out there."

He opened the cabin door and indeed, there were slavegirls on deck, doing conventional ship jobs such as swabbing down the deck and making sure the ropes were coiled properly, and so forth. The crew all noticed when the elf girl came into view, and the other slavegirls glanced up as the captain approached. They didn't seem to react much to Janek, one way or the other, but many of them cast curious glances at Kaura. The sun was warm and bright, though, on the elf's pale skin.

"Bosun," Janek called to the junior officer who was overseeing the work detail. "Put this slave to work. Just regular work, for now," he said with a smile that he didn't really feel. He couldn't afford to show more favoritism than he was already feeling, so he just smiled at Kaura and turned her over. The men were as good trainers as he could make them; they would be tough but fair, and if she obeyed as best she could, she wouldn't get more than yelled at if she made a mistake. The other girls were bound to help her out when they could; slavegirls tended to do that, for some reason. He stepped away and watched her get started; once she was hard at work and soaking up the life-giving solar rays, he turned to go about ship's business.
 
Kaura smiled as Janek pulled on the clothing, covering himself with those odd human pants that she had seen some of the crewmen wearing. "Not much about Elves is known to humans." She mused, glancing at him with a smile on her lips. "Forgive me for my humor Mast Janek, but as little as you know of me... You might be the leading expert on Elves among your people right now. So little is known, even the most educated mythical scholars would have questions for you."

That thought made her laugh, even if her eyes softened at his near slip, calling her by her real name as he led her out. She barely resisted the urge to lay a kiss upon his cheek as she stepped out, settling for shooting him a sultry smile instead. She stretched in the sun, sighing as it warmed her skin, and followed Janek with a grin.

He led her to a crewman, and Kaura did her best to not squirm under the curious gazes of the other slave girls. She watched Janek for just a moment before she was directed to work. Within minutes she was scrubbing the deck, working with the other girls on the basic chores. For the first few minutes there was an awkward silence, and the women shot quick glances up at her ears.

Within the hour things seemed looser, and while Kaura found herself yelled at a few times for winding ropes wrong, but overall she found the experienced very welcomed. She even found herself enjoying the change of pace. She even laughed lightly with a few of the other girls, speaking in hushed tones to keep from drawing attention... Though she felt a little uncomfortable as they compared the different men in the crew, and their skill in training.
 
The girls did gossip about what they were learning, true, and it was certainly true that they had started to adapt to their new lives, it was hardly like they were professionals as yet. Mind you, they were certainly getting as much experience as many professionals. After the rigors of the first few days, it seems like their resistance had broken, and now they were learning. And they seemed... somehow beautiful for knowing their role in the world. Not that their place couldn't change, but at the moment, this is what they were, this is what they were for, and by accepting it, they made themselves gorgeous.

And soon they had gotten over their stand-offishness about her ears and her frame; there was something about being nude together, being watched, working the deck together; they rarely saw her before now, but they soon were treating Kaura like one of them. Which, as they were all bonded through a shared experience, was as a sister. Or at least a friendly cousin. It wasn't too long before they asked her: "What is it like being personally trained by the Captain?"

Janek watched Kaura work, and the other girls. The slaves were coming along well, he had to admit. And Kaura was looking stronger now that she was working in the sun. Now he just had to select who he wanted to use to introduce her to the touch of another man.
 
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