The Lady's Pet (Mach and HeyThereLittleBear)

He could hear her rapid heatbeat and smell her delicious arousal, a scent that only excited him further, sticky desire leaking from the tip of his rigid cock. Her little sound of pleasure at that first little bit of penetration made him want to trust up into her and take her, but his kind were not there to seize and control and take. No, she was in charge here, and she could take her own virginity with his cock. She held just the swollen, sensitive tip of his cock inside her for a long moment, flushed and excited, adjusting to these new sensations.

And then she sank down onto his shaft, causing his body to tense and arch slightly, pressing up against her. He felt the tight pressure of her virginity give way as she slid down on him, and the sound of her moan was far better than any music. He let out a quiet groan of pleasure as she slid hip back out to the pointed tip before taking him again, moving ever closer to the rigid, bulging know at the base of his dick. His hands held her stead atop him, one on her torso, gently supporting her and cupping her small, perky breast, the other on her hip, but letting her control the pace and angle.
 
Despite his size, Anit was a gentle lover and she couldn't have asked for one that was better. Her body moved slow on him as her sex got acclimated to his size once again, her teeth grasping her lower lip to stop herself from making any further noises that would betray not only their location but what they were doing. Her hand moved to cover the one that was supporting her perky breast, grasping his large hand with a much smaller one.

Even with his gentle nature, there was nothing like the fear that made her heart pound in her chest, the wonder of if they would get caught and what would happen then. But even then, she was concentrating on him as she moved her hips on his, pressing his cock deeper into her with every downward thrust. Her body betrayed her as she let out a harsh sigh, her brows furrowing as she fought against the urge to utter her pleasure, her sex clenching around him harshly.

Elizabeth let her body relax against him before pressing further down on him, his cock stretching her further as it pressed into the deepest reaches of her sex, the tip rubbing slow but firm against her cervix. She couldn't stifle her low groan, her hips moving in a slow circle to feel that strong and steady rub of his cock deep within her.
 
She was delightfully tight, but also surprisingly and deliciously wet, his full length disappearing into her despite the obvious size difference. As his his rocked slightly upward, he could feel himself pressing up against the ring of her cervix, his knot pushing past her outer lips and stretching her. Her hips took up a circling motion as she relaxed and took him further, groaning so cutely and sexily, obviously trying to keep herself from being overly loud and giving them away. He took struggled with the need to be quiet, a soft growl slipping past his lips, though it would not be heard over the music outside their little sanctuary. Her soft breast under his hand and her small hand on his, her body engulfing his throbbing cock, none of this was what he had expected his life to be like while he was being transported to this new world.

She slowly and sexily ground herself on him, her hips, so delicate and delicious, swaying on top of him like a dancer. His hips bucked slightly agaisnt the attention, pushing up and into her, the dull point of his manhood teased and stimulated by the tight ring of her cervix that it so firmly kissed. There was a desire in him to know how this felt for her, if she was as stimulated and as pleased and sated by the sensations as he, but his limited understanding of her language did not include the correct phrases for this particular situation. How could they? His understanding of her language was learned through observation, and no one spoke of this. But still, he soft sighs and groans were music to his ears, and he would take them as a signal that she was enjoying his body as much as he was hers.

As his eyes scanned her lithe, pale body, spread open to allow his inside her, a thought came to him, and his free hand found hers and guided it between her legs, his nimble fingers pressing her small and slim ones to her sensitive clit, guiding them in a slow, teasing circle around the aroused bud.
 
There was nothing in the summation of all of her experiences so far that could compare with what she was experiencing now, her hand holding his to her breast as she slid his cock in and out of her sex. It was enough that she could feel her body threaten to climax already, her walls hugging his length tight as she rocked on the edge, slowing her pace down so that she could prolong the moment. As the urge slid back she let out a shuddering breath and sighed softly, picking up her pace once again. There was an intoxication in the carnal and primal movements of their bodies against one another, a very basic part of human nature that cried out to her to want more of this.

Her eyes closed and she let herself linger in the moment as she pressed herself down against him. His knot was stretching her entrance and she could feel it struggle with her, aching to be inside of her and take her as his kind was supposed to do. Her teeth bit her lip softly as she let out another low sigh of pleasure, her walls hugging him tight. As his free hand guided her fingers towards her softly swollen nub she was hesitant, her own fingers soft on the so very sensitive area. His guiding touch knew precisely what her body was crying out for her, her hips bucking against her will into her own touch, a sharp gasp coming from her as her hips met his and she felt his knot press inside of her.

Her walls hugged tight around the knot and a shudder ran up her spine, feeling his tip hard against her cervix as her hand worked heavier on her own clit. The climax she'd denied herself previously lingered closer once again, her head tilting back as she let out a moan that was admittedly louder than she wanted. Her hips bucked harshly against his, thrusting him into her harsh as she was pushed over the edge, her legs trembling as she fought the urge to cry out.
 
Every sound she made unleashed a little more of the primal beast inside him, and as her hips bucked forward to meet her exploring fingers. In the same action, her hips forced his hard knot inside her tight slit, forcing a gasp from her lips and a low, beast-like growl from him, clearly one of pleasure and desire as she rode him, taking that thick, hard cock and the bulging, throbbing knot into her clenching walls, wet with her arousal. Her hips squirmed and thrust down, and his tip pressed into her cervix, giving a wildly tight sensation that drove him mad, making him want to moan out loudly in pleasure, though he resisted. Instead he settled for the low groans and growls that so clearly underlined the half-canine part of him.

She moaned out and bit down on her lip as she reached her peak on top of him, shuddering as she was hit with her first orgasm brought on by sex, something she might never have had with a human mate. A tremble of satisfaction ran down his spine as he saw the pleasure so clearly expressed in her parted lips and trembling legs, feeling her clench around him, his tip pressing up into her cervix. He was not yet at his peak, but he was close, and her orgasm milked him right to the edge.
 
As the harsh and drowning tide of her orgasm eased off of her body she could feel his cock inside of her more intimately than she had ever felt anything in her life. She could feel the tip as it rubbed against the softened nub of her cervix and the swell of his knot holding his length secure and deep inside her folds. Her teeth bit tenderly into her lower lip as she let out a soft groan, her hips pressing down firmly against him to feel his throbbing cock rub slow inside of her inner walls. Her fingers continued to work slow on her own clit as she watched his face, his feral sounds igniting a soft fire inside of her belly that craved to feel him take control of her and show her what he was capable. Beneath that desire was another one that was slowly rising as she rocked her hips on him, feeling his knot tug at her hole before pressing firm as she dug her hips back down onto him.

There was something alluring in the way that he let her lead everything, a certain appeal to the feel of controlling just how his cock went into her and how fast she took him. Her hand moved away from her clit, resting on his chest as she leaned forward and let her body rest against his, a pose that was more intimate and tugged deliciously taut at his knot. Her legs trembled still as she worked herself slowly on his cock, her body already egging itself towards a second orgasm as she rolled her hips slow on his to grind his cock deep into her no longer virgin hole.
 
Anit could feel his own orgasm mounting as her hips rocked so delightfully against him, her slim, small body in stark contrast to his large, animalistic, masculine one. Her moans and groans and the cute way she bit her lip as she slid her body against his, and the way her tight sex clung to every bulge of his cock, tight around his knot and her cervix pressing around his tip, all working to drive him wild with pleasure and desire. The way she gasped out those quiet sounds of pleasure made him want to make her scream with sheer ecstasy, though he knew now was not the time or place for that. Still, the urge was boiling inside him, as much as there was also an urge to fuck her hard and fast.

Yet he also experienced a curious thrill about being controlled in this manner too. Of course, much of his life was always subject to the whims of another, but this was different. There was a thrill about letting her take him, control his most intimate of moments, and drive toward her pleasure above all else.

He was not left much time to dwell upon this, however, as she leaned down, her lovely curves and lithe body pressing against him as they mated. The change in angle provided a different kind of stimulation that raced up his spine, her folds tugging delightfully at his knot and causing his back to arch and a low growl of sheer pleasure to rumble in his throat. His voice spoke again now, laced with a pleasure, lust, and thrill that had been absent before this encounter.

"Elizabeth... Do you want me to cum for you?" He breathed, his voice deep and low. "I'm so close..."
 
Their love making was becoming less instinct and more passion as the moments dragged on, her body responding ways that she knew were hardwired into anything fertile and her body craving to feel him harder, deeper, faster inside of her though she knew there was no more deeper she could go without injuring herself. Even still her hips were rocking frantically on him now as she panted with her exertions as she worked her way strongly and now quickly towards her orgasm.

The tilt in her body brought out the feral side in her lover and she could feel the way he arched up into her, her own body responding with a harsh clench of her walls around his cock. A low groan escaped from her and her eyes clenched tight for a moment as her body was squeezed painfully tight around his stiff knot. Her tongue wet her lips and she struggled back towards a semblance of humanity as her body eased and she worked herself on him harder, feeling his tip pressing through the opening of her cervix and press just inside her womb, her body urging to feel him take even that though it would be awfully painful to be stretched and filled in such a way.

There was hesitation as he breathed his question to her, goosebumps rising on her skin in response to the sound of his voice, a shiver running up her spine. Her words were lost to her for a moment but her body responded, pressing her cunt more snugly against his knot and digging him into her as deep as she could. A moan escaped her and she grasped his chest harshly, feeling the silk of his fur and the muscles just beneath the skin, "Ahhh, finish in me, Anit." She gasped finally, her hips bucking wildly against him as she peaked over the edge of her orgasm and felt her body start to spasm around his cock.
 
She was so wonderfully, gloriously hot as her body responded to his throbbing heat and approaching orgasm. Her hips worked up to a wild pace as she began to squirm, impaled on his masculinity, her hands grasping at his muscular, lean physique, his back arched slightly in pleasure. His ribs could be felt easily against her body as his thin, lithe form curved upward, the lines of his bones and the structure of his body clear. Her hips and body lustfully worked herself quickly toward the peak of a second orgasm as she panted sexy little gasps of pleasure and exertion. She clenched down on his as his arched back pushed him further inside him, a low sound of pleasure from her lips, a sound that he desired above all others.

His orgasm rapidly approached as she became more and more eager to reach her second one, their bodies moving in sync toward a common goal. She rode him wildly toward the finish line.

She began to reach her second peak, shuddering and tightening in her pleasure, and that in turn brought him to the peak of his own ecstasy, combined with her gasped instruction. With a low, rumbling growl of pleasure, a sound that might have been louder than intended, but still distinctly reserved and quiet, compared to the sound he might have made, his body thrust upwards into hers, thrusting his fullness deep into her, tip forcing into her cervix, knot tightly pressed deeper inside her than before. His balls clenched and his hands grasped her hips, holding her down on his massive cock as his orgasm erupted. Thick, hot cum surged from his body and into hers, filling her cervix, gushing along her newly-deflowered sex. Like his cock, it too filled her more than any of her kind would ever have been able to.
 
There was nothing comparable to the feeling of his cock in her as deep as his length could go, her body racked her by her own climax as she felt his length start to twitch and pulse inside of her. His low growl sent shivers down her spine as he held her down on his cock, a low moan coming from her as she squeezed his body, feeling his cum pumping inside of her and filling her cunt until it hurt, then spilling out of her virgin sex slowly around his stll throbbing cock. She let out a soft groan as she felt the fullness inside of her, their bodies so wet against each other and his knot still thick inside of her sex.

"Anit," She panted his name, too exhausted to try and keep herself too hushed as she felt her body clench around his cock, as if it was still craving more. Her body was alive with sensation as she came down from the high of passions, her eyes searching his face for his own reaction to it all. This experience was so different from anything she ever would have thougth she could have, namely for her first time. He'd taken her virginity more brazenly than any human man ever would have and had been tender but still firm in the way that he made love to her. Even with him still inside of her, she felt a craving for more. She'd had a taste of ecstacy and she was addicted. But more than that... There had been a kick to the power she had over him.

As a woman she was powerless in the world she grew up in, but in the confines of their sex life... Perhaps not. Elizabeth moved slow and worked her hips slowly away from him, his knot still too swollen for her to pull her body loose from him. Every movement she made caused his tip to rub against her cum-slicked insides, bringing soft whimpers of pleasure from her. "Gods above," She murmured, still hardly getting her breath back, "Is it... Always like this?" She asked, letting her body lay eased against him until his knot subsided.
 
The expression on his beast-like face was one of ecstasy, lips slightly parted to expose sharp, canine teeth, eyes relaxed and calm. As she spoke his name, they slowly sharpened once more and focused on her, once again alert and aware. Every clench of her still-aroused body made a soft gasp of pleasure exit his throat, each accompanied with a soft growl of enjoyment. Her hips still slowly rocked against him, the tip of his canine cock grinding inside her wet, slick sex. His knot pulsed slowly, hot inside her, slowly losing its swollen nature as she lay atop him, breathing heavily.

Her question brought a quiet sound from him, one that could only be equated to a laugh or chuckle. "Always." He breathed, slowly coming down off his high, his swollen manhood slowly losing its hardness inside her. "I've heard rumors of things human queens have done to... enhance... the experience when mating with my kind. But no matter what... Always enjoyable..." He murmured.

And indeed, human queens had enjoyed his kind from their creation, an unintended use by his creators, but not unpleasant. Some had treated them like lovers, others treated them like toys or slaves. But often the anubi did not mind, and found the entire experience, no matter what, thrilling. Hot. Sexually satisfying. After all, it was their job to protect and serve, and if this satisfied their mistress... So be it.
 
As his arousal started to subside she could feel his knot slowly start to slip out of her wet sex, his cock slipping out of her finally and drawing a sigh from her lips at the sudden lack of of him. Her face was still ruddy with the exertion of their passions and her breathing airy as if she'd run a great deal, but her eyes were brighter than they'd been since they first met. She let her body still lay lax against him, his fur soft as silk against her skin and her hand trailing slowly across it in appreciation for the creature that he was. "What....What do the rumors say?" She asked, gaining confidence as she started to become more comfortable with him.

It was odd for her to think that something so taboo had just happened between them, namely because of her upraising and the morals of her society. But Anit didn't come from a place with such strict rules on social behavior and sex... He was a world of opportunity that had never been given to her before, and now she had a world that she had never known she would be allowed to explore and she found herself.... Eager and wanting more, as was typical of her kind.

Elizabeth lifted herself off of his body slowly and felt his sticky seed slick her thighs as she moved towards sliding off of him to prevent him from becoming messy. Even if she wanted to stay with him longer, the party would soon notice that she had slipped away with her pet to do gods only knew what. She could still hear the music and the laughter drifting lazily down the hallways beckoning her to return to the world of strict rules and etiquette she'd lived in all of her life. She worked on assembling her clothing back onto herself, "Anit, if anyone asks... We were discussing... Etiquette. You are from a place that is considered to be wild, after all. It would be my duty to... Tame you." There was almost a laugh in her voice at the word 'tame,' an amused smirk on her lips.
 
Anit let out a soft groan as he slipped out of her. Her slim, curvy body pressed against his soft fur was a delightful sensation, her breathing pressing her perky breasts against his muscular chest, the lines of his ribs under her fingers as she ran them through his fur. He question made his chuckle slightly. "Some of my kind spoke of being tied up and teased, others of being bitten and scratched, still others being ordered to mate with their patron hard and rough, and all forms of what might otherwise be considered cruel, but somehow still exhilarating and thrilling and... arousing." He paused, as if judging her reaction, but clearly pleased by their developing exploratory relationship. "And, of course, a myriad of different positions in which to mate..."

She moved off of him, standing. He could see his slick seed glistening on her inner thighs, a sight that was arousing and sensual, as if he had claimed her, marked her. An instinctual pleasure. She began to dress once more, and her instruction was met with a small nod of understanding. Clearly her world would not have looked favorably upon what they had just done, not that she seemed to regret that decision. Anit retrieved his own loincloth, fitting it properly about his body and pinning it in place with the ornate golden pin. "Etiquette." He repeated, and one of his ears flicked as she mentioned taming him, an expression which might have been equivalent to raising an eyebrow. "Then I look forward to being... tamed." He said in a tone that bordered on sensual and teasing. He was rapidly mastering this language and the inflections, which clearly included humor.
 
Her mind was swirling with all of the possibilities as Anit talked over what had been the myriad of sexual depravities he'd heard of in his home land. It was such a strange thing for her to think of the fact that she'd only just lost her virginity a few moments prior but was already turning it over in her mind how she would have him again. It hadn't occurred to her yet that she already thought of him in a posessive sense, though not quite in the sense that her father did. He wasn't an object that would be a means to an end, but another creature that she'd felt comfortable enough with to share an extremely private moment with. Her eyes met his as she laced the last of her dress back together, watching him as she secured his loincloth back into place. One thing that would have to be fixed eventually was his lack of proper clothing, as it wouldn't do for him to attend formal events in just a small slip of cloth.

He was learning already the way that they talked enough that he made a soft quip, her brow raising gently as she cracked open the door to peek down the hallway. It was clear and didn't look like anyone had come looking for them while they were away from the party. "Oh, I'll bet you will." She commented back to him as she opened the door the rest of the way and slid out, motioning him to follow her before closing it. "I think that you will definitely need many more lessons." She said, offering him a wink before she started off down the hallway in the walk of a proper lady. Every step made her thighs rub against each other and she could feel his seed drying between her legs, leaving her feeling soiled and aroused at the same time.

Elizabeth didn't have time to slip away to the bathroom to clean herself up properly, as one of the guests had noticed her and was calling her back to the party.it was the daughter of one of her father's business partners, a girl that had been wed at sixteen to a man that was old enough to be suffering from erectile dysfunction. It was why she was hanging loosely off the neck of a servant, quite obviously quite under the influence of the drink she was now slopping on said man. "Elizabeth! Come show me your new pet!"
 
Anit couldn't deny his excitement at the prospect of future 'lessons' with her. Despite having 'mated' previously, that thrill and pleasure he had just experienced was something foreign and new to him, and he wanted more. She excited him like no other had before, and he couldn't quite figure out why, but he loved it. Her little wink, smile, and comment made it very clear that she had every intention of exploring it further with him, and there was nothing she could have said in that moment to make him more accepting of his current situation.

They slipped back out into the party, and Elizabeth was quickly called to a friend, who wanted to see her new pet. The young woman was quite clearly intoxicated, hanging off one of the servants with her drink sloshing about. Anit followed Elizabeth's lead, slightly confused as to how the social conventions worked in this society. So many things were improper, but this young woman would seem to be far more obtrusive from what he had learned, and yet no one seemed to be too concerned about her actions.
 
The night, it seemed, had more excitement in store for her other than losing her virginity to a creature from another land. Her thighs were sticking to each other beneath her dress as the other girl moved closer so that she could hang an arm around Elizabeth's neck. She smelled of sweet wines and perhaps other spirits that Elizabeth hadn't ever indulged in, her face flush with laughter and intoxication. "Tell me, Elizabeth, when did you get this exquisite thing?" She motioned towards Anit, her eyes moving over his well-muscled physique and resting on his loin cloth.

She leaned in to do a stage whisper by Elizabeth's ear, "Such a shame it has to wear anything at all, huh?" She brayed a laugh that made Liz cringe, her eyes moving back towards the beast. Elizabeth was choking back a laugh herself, at the woman's antics and her questions. "I... Perhaps you've had enough wine, Lady Olivia." She murmured, covering a laughing smile as she glanced over at Anit. Curiosity was too much. "Anit, please. Come... Introduce yourself to Lady Olivia. She seems so curious."
 
Anit followed Elizabeth's instructions, approaching the young woman and dropping to a kneel, which brought him roughly to the same height as her. "Lady Olivia. I am Anit, an anubis, a Guardian of Gods and Mortals. It is a pleasure." He said, his voice deep and controlled, his head lowered slightly, though his jackal ears were alert. Then, slowly, he stood once more, ducking ever so slightly to avoid smashing his head into the ceiling, and catching Elizabeth's gaze slightly, hoping that his introduction was sufficient.

He had overheard the young woman's comment about his loincloth, and was rather surprised, given what he had understood about this culture so far. But yet, he knew it would be an unwise idea to make a comment on it himself, though he could get away with it better than most. Still, he remained silent, stoic, and impressive, standing before the young women and awaiting another instruction, even as he could feel Olivia's eyes crawling over his fur, the ripples of muscle, and the defined structure of his torso. Her eyes lingers on his lean figure, the way his ribs curved in toward lean abs, then up to pectorals, clearly enjoying the view of a semi-human so exposed.

And he could clearly see (and smell) that she was very very intoxicated.
 
Oh how amusing and ironic that tonight of all nights would be one of Olivia's nights to lose all decorum, when she was just explaining to her new companion the strict and sturdy rules of etiquette in her society. It would certainly be interesting to see how he reacted to the break in one's mind when crushed under such a stern foot for so long, and Olivia was quite the prime example of what happened when someone lost touch with themselves. Olivia had broken and molded herself into someone that broke nearly every rule nearly every chance she got, and this time was no exemption.

Quite in contrast to Elizabeth, her interest in Anit was immediate, her brow raising as she took him in like a long drink of a fine wine. There was no coincidence that she brought her glass to her lips and took a hearty swallow of it before she started again, "What a fine... Pet you have, Elizabeth," She commented, her cheeks flush now with both arousal and wine. Her eyes lingered on the cloth again before she turned her attention back to her friend, "Anit, was it?" She asked, looking him over again as she finally leaned back against one of those attending her, "Perhaps he should visit for... Entertainment." There was no mistaking her meaning of the word and Elizabeth had to choke back a laugh.

"Olivia, I... I don't think that's quite appropriate." She hid a fit of laughter politely behind a napkin, having to fight to keep her face from turning flush, "Excuse us, I need to return to teaching him manners. He isn't used to our customs, after all." As politely as she could, she steered him finally away from Olivia's prying eyes, her cup returning to her lips as the entertainment left. Elizabeth chose the farthest spot she could politely maneuver to in order to avoid the other woman before she turned to Anit.

"I'm going to assume you now have many questions."
 
Anit's eyes widened slightly at the young woman's mention of 'entertainment' and he hungry eyes lingered on the only piece of clothing on his form. His ears twitched slightly, betraying his confusion and surprise at her words. He was surprised, but remained as stoic as possible as Elizabeth flushed and hid herself, and Anit couldn't help but wonder if she was embarrassed to have another woman share her forbidden desire. Either way, his young charge steered him rapidly away from Olivia and to another part of the room, as if hiding the pair of them from her sight.

As Elizabeth made note of his likely questions, Anit nodded slowly. "I was under the impression that your culture is far more subtle than she was just now. She is quite obviously full of drink, but none of the others in this room have lost themselves in such a manner." He observed, gaze flickering around the room. "While her interest is... flattering, it was quite surprising, having been so bluntly delivered. I did not anticipate it. Admittedly, I have been surprised by much today." He added as a side thought, a tall ear flicking slightly as an amused curl tugged at his lip. "But how does she survive in this culture of yours? Do they not shame her for her actions, despite so clearly discouraging such aggressive desire?" He asked quietly, knowing that their discussion might draw the wrong kind of attention if overheard.
 
Oh, he didn’t mince his words or miss much of things. She wanted to applaud him for paying such deft attention to the details of things, but she instead smiled softly, a smile that was without mirth. “Her punishments are served at night.” She explained, motioning with her head towards the other woman that were roughly her age and standing about talking over the food and drink, “Those women are our peers. We were all raised together. You see, Olivia was wed when we were all at the cusp of fifteen. Since then, she had tried - and failed - to birth a child for her husband. His seed will not sow.” She motioned towards one of them whose hips were wide and breasts ample, “Josephine has birthed two sons for her husband and was wed merely 3 years ago.”

Elizabeth then motioned to another, whose body was still slim but her eyes were tired and bagged, “Alana has birthed a daughter this past July… Olivia’s last birth was born sleeping. She’s been whispered to be a shame to her family and the blame is put on her shoulders. She had her youth taken too soon and it’s taken a toll on her mind. In order to fix the problem of her husband’s seed not taking to her soil… She’s decided any man’s seed will do. She’s been caught sleeping the gardener… And the painter… And the house slave, I believe… Regardless… She’s an outcast and acts rightfully so. There’s nothing more that can be done to her to shame her. Her husband is three times her age, she has failed her family in continuing her line, and she’s been the talk of the town for months now. Do you understand our society more now?”
 
Anit didn't speak as she explained, but was pleased by her small smile. Clearly he had caught on to something important. He nodded slightly at her explanation, though his brows furrowed ever so slightly, clearly another question on his mind. "Somewhat." He responded, glancing over the other women in the room. Then, once it was clear that she had finished, he spoke again. "But now I have a new question. It is clear that usually the young women in your society are wed early and young, and you have already noted several women younger than yourself. Those that were raised with you have begun families." He paused, his eyes returning to her.

"How is it then that you have not married by now? It is obviously not for lack of attractiveness, for you outshine all the others you've indicated. And you speak as though the women have had no choice in their fates, and so how is it that you remain unwed, and seemingly free of an arrangement such as theirs?" He asked, his tone calm, and what he hoped wouldn't be offensive.

His eyes flicked up and away from her to survey the room once more, taking in this foreign culture once again,, noting how the people covertly leaned together to whisper things, and how the dancing appeared both intimate and conservative. What a peculiar society indeed.
 
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