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Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

Things began well. When Rook started with the spine-rubbing, he got an unmistakable happy-sigh from his Mistress, and he could feel how she was relaxing into it as he proceeded. When he gently pulled her up to lean back against his fluffy chest, he felt that she seemed slightly tense at first, but again soon relaxed. However, sliding his hands under her arms got another surge of tension from her, but once he cupped her bare breasts in his hands, he held still, giving her time to relax and adjust again. Slowly, just like she wanted. Likewise, once he started to softly caress his hands up and down her chest, there was only a moment of stiffness before she relaxed again...once he switched to direct nipple-teasing, however, it immediately got a stronger reaction out of her. A gasp, a hand over her mouth, a red face. Continued teasing just got her to squirm and gasp more, covering her face occasionally. Her brief moment of looking up at him, allowing him to see her face, the way she was biting her lip much too hard, yet had thrill written all over her face, told Rook everything he needed to know...

His Mistress was feeling pleasure, he was certain of it. Yet somehow, she still wasn't actually enjoying it as much as she was supposed to. Rook resolved himself to continue. He would make his Mistress happy, he would make her feel good, he would prove he was a good and worthy Pet. thu-ud, thu-ud, thu-ud, thu-ud...his heart continued to beat, strong and steady, right behind Evelyn's head, maintaining an anchoring rhythm for her mind. "Ssshhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Rook oh-so-tenderly shushed to Evelyn, with his head above hers, as he then re-set his hands to cup her breasts again, holding still for a moment to again give her a little time to adjust...before he then, carefully, clenched his hands around her boobs, squeezing her supple flesh in a very measured yet firm way as he rubbed his hands slightly, then relaxed...then he repeated the motion, again and again. He was kneading her huge mounds of titflesh, so slowly and gently. Despite the obvious strength his large hands possessed, there was absolutely nothing painful or even discomforting about what he was doing. "It's okay, Mistress Evelyn..." He whispered to her with a deep, resonant, husky whisper, as he continued to slowly squeeze and relax...squeeze and relax... "This is your pleasure...you own it...it belongs to you..." He continued whispering. He still wasn't sure why she wasn't allowing herself to enjoy it properly, but it was his job to make sure she could, even if it dangerously skirted the edge of telling his Mistress what to do or what 'should' be.

thu-ud, thu-ud, thu-ud, thu-ud, squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax... "Mistresses enjoy their pleasure." He kept going, whispering to Evelyn as deeply and soothingly as he could. At the same time, he also carefully pressed his elbows more against Evelyn's sides, in a comfortingly embracing way, giving her more feelings of stability. "Mistresses bask in their pleasure, savor every moment of it...Mistress Evelyn is safe, Mistress Evelyn is comforted...Mistress Evelyn can enjoy as much as she likes, this moment is all yours..." Rook continued to gently knead Evelyn's breasts, but occasionally paused to do a little more direct nipple-teasing to keep her body excited and craving more. Still, he waited, simply repeating back and forth between the same actions, until he was sure Evelyn was fully relaxed into his chest again...and when he was sure of that, he moved forward--everything was paced as slowly as Evelyn could ever want.

Calmly, Rook let one hand fall away from Evelyn's breast, while he reached his other hand further around. He crossed his whole forearm, huge and powerfully muscular beneath that soft layer of fur, over her chest, clutching at her opposite breast with his hand while giving her a solid, unyielding platform she could cling to. Oh, if she truly wanted to, she could easily wriggle out of it, or even just pushing hard enough against him would make him immediately release her. His arm was not meant to trap her, it was meant to support her, give her an anchor she could hold onto herself, keep her feeling sheltered. At the same time, Rook began sliding his now-free hand down...down...slowly inching over her cutely flat belly...making no mistake about its intended destination. Rook gradually extended his index and middle fingers forward, down, between Evelyn's thighs...and oh-so- lightly began stroking those wetted, furry fingertips right over her womanhood, up and down the length of her slit in slow, carefully-paced strokes, all while he kept his other arm crossed over her chest with his hand still clutching at her breast, tenderly squeezing and fondling. "Sssshhhhhhhhhhhh..." Rook soothingly shushed again--not actually to make her silent of course, she should gasp and moan and whimper as much as she likes, but just to provide more relaxing, reassuring sounds for her. thu-ud, thu-ud, thu-ud, thu-ud... "Mistress Evelyn is safe...warm...happy...you can be happy, Mistress...everything here is about you...it is all yours..."
 
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A shiver played down her spine unbidden, leaving her skin tingling and wanting more. Evelyn bit her lip to refrain from making some sort of… embarrassing noise, however she doubts it shall prove to be effective for very long. In fact, she can already feel her resolve crumbling about the edges. Every breath was sharp, not unlike knives, rendering her lungs to nothing more than ribbons inside her chest. Must they do this? It is just… It is making her unravel in a way that she is unfamiliar with, nor does she know what to think of it. A hand still resting against her mouth in an attempt to remain silent, Evelyn dared to open her eyes, only to bare witness to his hands… kneading her breasts with such care, despite the obvious strength his large hands possess. It was embarrassing to watch… and yet, strangely enough, mesmerizing. It was a discovery she knew not the reason behind. Is it because of his fur-? Is it because he is a male, touching her in such an intimate way-? Perhaps it is both, or none of the above. It is difficult to pinpoint exactly why, but what she does know is that… she finds it impossible to tear her eyes away.

No, wait. Rook was saying something, was he not? Evelyn struggled to focus on his voice, on his words, but doing so had her mouth drying in just seconds. How is this ‘her’ pleasure? How does she own it, when he is… giving it to her? Heat licking along her features once again, though she has no way of telling whether it is pink or red, Evelyn licked at her lips once, twice, in the hopes that she can find the words to give him… some sort of response. It seems every syllable she conjures keeps… dying in her throat, however, withering like flowers under sweltering summer heat. How is that possible? Usually she is more… eloquent with her words… Evelyn nibbled on her lip, just to release… a noise most undignified of a lady moments later. Bright blue eyes widened. Did she just-?! A subtle twist of her head had the towel falling apart, though only somewhat… leaving her hair in curly disarray. It is not altogether surprising. A hand lifted with a great deal of hesitation, tugging the towel completely away… having it to where gold tumbled onto her shoulders, some dry… some still dripping wet. Pressure pressing in on her sides had yet another sigh leaving her lips, but… instead of feeling claustrophobic, she was oddly comforted. What is wrong with her?! It feels as though she is… not herself today. Evelyn must admit: she rather likes the feeling of his fur against her naked back. Bask in this? Savor every moment? Truly? Teasing to her nipples nearly had her making that noise yet again, but luckily, she managed to swallow it before it could slip free.

Just as she had begun to relax again, just as she began to sigh and… well, take pleasure in what his hands are doing… one pried free, venturing south. All oxygen liberated from her lungs, Evelyn fought to catch her breath as she watched it trail down lower… and lower… and lower, until his fingers reached down between her thighs. No, no, wait; what is he-?! It was but a heartbeat later she received an answer to the unspoken question, and another before she could think straight. It seems to be occurring more and more often, the longer this lasts. Evelyn did not realize until it was too late that she had… latched onto his arm as though it was an anchor, a means to prevent herself from… falling apart, only… has she not begun to do so already? Hearing him next to her ear brought yet another shiver, one of which she had no hope of denying or hiding. A whimper slipped free before she could do anything to swallow it down… or better yet, stifle the noise.

Is her resolve truly so… weak? No matter how desperately she struggles to… pick up the pieces of her dignity, of her pride, each and every single one keeps… slipping through her fingers. Evelyn leaned back into his sinfully soft fur, biting her lip, squirming… though not to break out of his embrace. Oh no. Another noise bubbled up, but alas: she had no hope of fighting it down. A soft, nearly insubstantial moan perfumed the resulting silence of his words, saturating it with a sultry quality no one would think befitting of a Princess. Delicate pink painted her features within moments, making it quite clear how she feels about… exposing this side of herself, even to him. The tips of the girl’s ears began to heat up. Evelyn trembled under the heady influence of yet another shiver, nails sliding through his fur and digging into the skin underneath. Is this really happening? How has it come to this? A breath left her lips, and… much to her mortification, every breath afterwards is more of a gasp, a wordless plea to have more.
 
It was a slow, gradual process, but at last, Rook could tell he was finally bringing his Mistress pleasure. While kneading her breasts, he managed to get little squeaks out of her each time he directly stimulated her nipples again. During that, she also reached up and tugged the towel off her head--Rook didn't bother with it. Her hair would have to be dried again afterwards, but that was fine, that would have been a better order to do it. But Rook needed to bring his Mistress pleasure, and he still didn't know why she was so unable to express it...all he knew was that he had to be slow, careful, and tender, had to build up to it bit by bit. He had been taught such techniques by the training mistresses, though he hadn't applied them in quite this way before. Still, it was working; when he traveled one of his hands down between her legs, he felt her breath hitch powerfully. With his other arm wrapped around her chest under her own arms and clutching at one of her breasts for gentle fondling, she then clung her own arms over his. That was a good sign. And finally, at last...though it was still small and infrequent, he got a little moan from her here, a little whimper from her there. He was finally hearing the sounds of her pleasure.

His flexible lips on his wolfy muzzle brushed right up against Evelyn's ear as he slowly rubbed two of his large, wet, fur-covered fingertips up and down between her thighs, while he continued to hold her in a warm embrace with his other beefy, solid, but also soft-furred arm. "Yeeeeess...there you go, Mistress Evelyn..." He breathed hotly into her ear, in the softest yet huskiest voice he could manage. "You can feel good...you can let it all out...let yourself feel good...let it out..." Up and down, up and down his two fingertips stroked over Evelyn's inexperienced slit while he cooed into her ear with his masculine voice. He still felt a knot of anxiety in his chest, he was far too dangerously close to 'telling Mistress what to do', but as best as he could tell it was what Evelyn needed to hear, and in addition to rougher forms of submission, he had been trained in pillowtalk and tenderness for mistresses who wanted that intimate touch. He had been trained in the full diverse spectrum of submission...in general, he had been trained to adapt to his true Mistress's needs. And what his Mistress needed right now was to know that she didn't have to avoid her own pleasure.

With his heart still steadily thudding in his chest right behind Evelyn's head, her still hanging onto his one arm wrapped around her with hand clutching and fondling her breast, and his other hand down low at Evelyn's most precious place...he began to take things even further. He had been carefully but firmly stroking two fingertips up and down the exterior folds of Evelyn's womanhood. But now he paused...and began pushing one finger down a little further...into Evelyn's snatch! His fingertip slipped between her folds with ease, and began touching her inner walls...though it didn't take long until he felt a cover of resistance inside. Rook blinked. His Mistress had yet to be 'filled'? Rook knew about female virgins, his sexual education (the only education he had) had of course been very thorough, and he had been told some methods and techniques, but he had never actually deflowered a virgin before. No matter. He would fix that for her if and when his Mistress told him to, but for now, it did not hinder his actions too badly.

He simply began rubbing his fingertip against Evelyn's unbroken hymen, stroking what of her inner walls his finger could reach. He could feel the arousal rising in Evelyn's body. It was time to speed things up a little. "You can let your voice be free, Mistress Evelyn...let it out, let it all out..." He continued cooing in her ear, trying to encourage her to moan more while he wiggled his fingertip inside her slit. "You are safe, you can feel good, you can let it happen, this pleasure is all yours, you can enjoy it..." His arm-wrapping hand continued to massage her breast, though with that one breast getting a lot of attention, things risked getting a little uneven. In a smooth, carefully-timed motion, he pulled his finger out of Evelyn's maidenhood and slid that arm upwards, then carefully moved his other arm downwards away from her own clinging arms but swiftly slid his other arm into position to replace it. Now he had his opposite arm wrapped around her chest for her to hang onto, now grabbing at her opposite breast, as his now-free hand slid down quickly between her thighs again. With a furry finger re-inserted into Evelyn's body, he began wiggling and stroking again--a little more vigorously than before.

Things were really heating up as Rook's hands got gradually more and more enthusiastic. "You can get there, Mistress Evelyn...you're getting close, this is your moment, this is all for you..." He whispered a little more 'urgently' into Evelyn's ear as his finger stroked around every bit of her inner walls that he could reach without putting too much pressure on her hymen. His switched arm-wrapping hand groped and massaged her breast, still with so much care and tenderness, but with just enough increased enthusiasm to make it feel faster, more intense. He even occasionally lifted his hand without lifting his arm in order to give her nipple a gentle grab and stimulation with his thumb and fingertips. He was slowly pumping his one fingertip in and out of Evelyn's slit as much as possible with her hymen, no longer just stroking but now fingerfucking her...and then he added his second fingertip, spreading her open just a little bit wider. "It's okay, Mistress Evelyn, it feels good to cum, allow yourself to reach there, don't be afraid of it...you own this pleasure, it's all yours, embrace it, you're almost there, you're so close..." He cooed 'breathlessly' into her ear, sounding excited himself but still husky and encouraging. And then, he added his final touch to hopefully help her 'over the edge', with the massaging of her breast, hugging of her torso, and gentle fingerfucking of her pussy...

He then placed his wet, soft, furry thumb directly over Evelyn's clitoris...and rubbed. The virgin's inexperienced, but swollen, aroused, and oh-so-very-sensitive clit. He had carefully avoided that until now, in order to build up to that surge of pleasure she would get from that sensation that should help lift her to her peak, on top of everything else he was doing...
 
Evelyn’s lips parted under the powerful persuasion of a shiver, though she did not anticipate the breathless noise which left her. Must he encourage such lecherous behavior? And in such a husky tone of voice? It is not helping matters any-! A pathetic, strangled sort of whimper slipping free before she could do anything to swallow it down, as if to emphasize just how far she has fallen, Evelyn struggled to compose herself once again… not entirely surprised to find the task impossible to accomplish. It is as though anything resembling composure is simply beyond her at that very moment. Every thought is falling apart at the syllables, just as every breath is… fractured, never satisfying the demand of oxygen. Must she make such a debacle of herself-?! It matters not whether it is within the privacy of her bathing chambers, it is… humiliating to come to realize she may very well be just as lewd, just as shameless, as those who encourage such behavior. A hand clutching onto his arm, Evelyn realized just how futile it is to… keep up the charade any longer. It is embarrassing, true, but no one else needs to know of this. In fact… never do they have to speak of it, nor does she have to acknowledge it ever happened, being that as it may.

Does this have to transpire again between he and her? No. Yes, perhaps he has… manipulated her into this position, but it is as he put it before: it is her pleasure, and it will be on her terms whether she seeks it out or not. Pride is still a fickle thing, however… and it is a different emotion to let go of. Evelyn stiffened for a heartbeat or two when his hand dared to venture elsewhere, though… the fresh wave of pleasure his fingers brought was an unexpected surprise. It made her body melt in a way… that is simply beyond describing. Another noise, one of which is neither a groan or a moan, managed to slip of her parted lips. It was very tempting to put a hand to her mouth… to stifle it, but what is the point? Who else is going to hear? A weakness already knocking her knees together, Evelyn struggled not to simply… fall over, and yet, it is not as easy as it seems. Leaning back into his incredibly soft chest helps, she will admit that much. Bits and pieces of wet gold plastered against a graceful jawline, along the slender curve of the young woman’s throat, it had required her a moment to comprehend his hands have switched places… and his probing finger is rubbing more vigorously than ever before.

“Aah…” No, wait! It feels as though everything is spiraling out of control. How is she to keep up-? Evelyn has no hope of restraining her body from quivering like a leaf torn asunder in winter's cruel grasp, nor she from losing what little reasoning she has left. How very strange that, it is under these circumstances she does so, rather than the countless other situations she has found herself in before now. Heat licked at the tips of her ears anew, and yet it was but a candle in comparison to the heat betwixt her legs. A finger joined the first, only intensifying the flames about to devour anything and everything. Evelyn cried out softly, and though she so wished she could be ashamed… she found not a morsel residing within afterwards. It seems every muscle is melting… no, that is not quite right: it is as though she is on the cusp of something new, of something… incredible, and every muscle is clenching in anticipation of this. In the blink of an eye, however, everything changed. How? Why? It is difficult to say what did, indeed, change, but she does know that it tipped the scales. It brought about a surge of pleasure the likes of which… she has never thought possible.

In fact, it was so overwhelming… it swept aside every doubt, every insecurity, every thought. It left behind a blank slate, wiped clean anything and everything. It was somewhat unsettling, and yet… Evelyn found it to be strangely calming as well. Often does she find her mind abuzz with questions, plagued with thoughts… making it to where she is left with not a moment’s peace. Bright blue eyes shades darker, more along the lines of sapphire instead azure, Evelyn let out a rather unladylike yawn… however, it is not as though she could fight against it for very long. Did every bone, every muscle melt? It certainly feels that way. A hand lifted to brush pieces of drying gold away, and yet… it was just a heartbeat later she hesitated, not entirely sure what to do now that… well, now that this has transpired between he and her. Is it possible to pretend as if nothing happened-? No, not very likely. How can she ever look him in the eye? Evelyn swallowed past the lump in her throat, her face burning. At a loss for words, she finally pushed away, else she may very well doze off in the slave’s… sinfully soft fur again, nibbling on her lip meanwhile. “I… I need to get out of the water,” Evelyn spoke at long last, though her words were insubstantial, weak… like threads fraying.

Breakfast is awaiting, is it not? Hopefully it has not gone cold… but at least she is not expected to make a formal appearance before her parents and sisters. Evelyn is grateful; how can she put on a smile and act as though nothing has changed? It seems impossible. Drops of water clinging to skin nearly as pale as moonlight, lingering on generous curves often hidden under layers of silk, Evelyn climbed the steps carefully, as to not slip and hurt herself… or potentially make a bigger fool of herself than she already has. Ooh… Rook insists she be his Mistress, but how can she be? It requires more ... of something, and it is obviously something she is lacking. It is not as though she can get rid of him, however. Did she not tell him he can stay? It would be cruel to go back on her word… A sudden chill befalling her, Evelyn paused to rub her hands up and down her arms in a half-hearted attempt to warm up. Alas, it did little good. It seems the inevitable has just begun to sink in: she knows not what to make of the situation. Maybe… Maybe she needs to cast such thoughts aside, pretend that it matters not. What is but one more slave among many? Evelyn lifted her head up higher, wishing -not for the first or the last time she had more courage like Mother, like other women in her life… or perhaps courage is not the only thing she lacks? Heat licking along her features once again (not surprisingly), Evelyn fought to clear her throat, to glance at him from over a shoulder.

“Do you care to fetch me the towel?” she asked of him, trying to be polite even though chattering teeth. Dignity is no longer of the essence, being that she has little left after she made such a spectacle of herself. “Or my robe? I may very well freeze before I am able to partake in breakfast!” Evelyn allowed a laugh to slip free of her lips, to dance in the emptiness lingering after such… intimate awkwardness.
 
Rook was intensely focused on his Mistress, with every one of his senses. The rest of the world didn't exist in this moment, all that existed was his Mistress, and the pleasure he was bringing her. He felt the way her muscles under her skin twitched against his body, he heard every ragged sound she made, he saw the way she blushed in bliss and writhed, he smelled her scent of arousal...everything woven together, every response she made being something he read with all his senses. Her face was flushed a deep, dark red, her lips were delicately parted as she panted hotly and let out little moans, she was squirming so wonderfully...at last, at last Rook knew he was doing things right, with his Mistress feeling the pleasure she was supposed to. Her thighs trembled in such a nice way as he serviced her, occasionally bumping her knees together. She let out a few whimpers, good whimpers Rook knew, groaned, and made all sorts of beautifully irregular, unnamable sounds as he played his fingers over the most sensitive spots of her body. All good signs.

Evelyn's approach to her peak was also completely unmistakable to the very experienced Rook. He knew almost every way a female body could react to stimuli, almost every sound a female voice could make. Evlyn's deepening breathing and rocking body were a completely open book to him, he who was exceptionally fluent in the language of a female body. He could tell exactly how close Evelyn was to her finish, how far along she was, and he carefully, deliberately timed every slightest motion of his fingers for the most impact...including that moment when she was so close and he finally pressed and rubbed his furry thumb into her clit, finally sending her over the edge.

Hard.

It was a thing of beauty for Rook to witness. It started with a loud squeak when he finally stimulated her clit, followed by her suddenly inhaling a series of tiny shallow breaths...without exhaling between them. He felt the wave of tension build through her body, as she arched her back and pressed her chest more into his arm that was wrapped around her, clung her hands with increasing tightness to his forearm from under it, he even got to see her eyeballs rolling up a bit...and then, she released it all. Her orgasmic, wailing scream brought such satisfied contentment to Rook, poof that he was a good pet-slave for his Mistress, that he could hear the sound of his Mistress in pleasure. Her body bucked violently as her thighs clenched around his toying hand, splashing water from under her legs as her arms hooked underneath his strong, muscular, fur-coated forearm held onto him as if for dear life. Honestly, Rook almost felt a little spoiled...he was doing quite possibly the most minimal thing he could do for his Mistress, and yet her climax was already so strong. His only hope from here was that she wouldn't let his skills dull and let him off too easy, he wanted to be sure she would demand only the best performance from him to bring her pleasure!

And all the while, as Evelyn rode out her powerful orgasm, Rook remained solid and steady...so very soft and comforting to touch, yet unmoving and secure, a sheltering presence she could anchor herself to through the experience. Her castle, her tower, her pillar of strength and stability. Her Rook. Hers. Rook remained steadfastly still aside from careful, measured rubbing as Evelyn climbed down from the peak of pleasure, with her body gradually going limp against his chest and in his embracing arm, aside from one of her hands still holding onto him. He could feel her racing heartbeat under his hand that was still cupped over her breast, could feel it very gradually begin to settle, while her face remained darkened with a blissful flush of red and she panted shallowly for breath, with wide-open awed eyes. Rook felt so happy. He bought his Mistress pleasure!

After another moment, she finally began to push away from him firmly, and Rook immediately and readily unwrapped his powerful arm from around her to give her full freedom again as he settled back and eagerly awaited her next command or need. He nodded as she said she needed to get out of the water, and remained held back, sitting on his haunches like a dog as Evelyn stepped nakedly out of the bathing pool. Her glistening nude form in all its glory was very visually pleasing, and Rook gazed at her causally, but then shifted slightly before his erection got too unmanageably large. He had already gotten a bit half-erect just from giving Evelyn her orgasm, but he didn't have permission to show his arousal for her yet. However, when Evelyn suddenly hugged and rubbed herself in a chilled-looking way, Rook's ears perked up and forward attentively. His Mistress was wet and cold! Before she even asked for it, Rook stood up to walk to the shelf and grabbed an extra few towels, and was already walking towards Evelyn when she did ask. With complete casualness, he held the towels in front of himself to keep his arousal 'hidden' for the moment as he then draped an extra-large towel around Evelyn's body for her to dry off, and stepped behind her to use the second towel to re-wrap her hair.

He then settled back down, crouching down and slightly sitting back to sit like a dog again, with both his arms down and between his raised-up knees, which conveniently covered his groin. He was also smiling so excitedly...he just had to ask, he needed to hear it from his Mistress directly. "Did Rook do a good job, Mistress Evelyn? Did Rook help Mistress Evelyn feel good?" He asked, with his face so innocently eager and bright and hopeful. Oh, there was also one other thing, so he continued with another question as he tilted his head slightly. "Also, should Rook be bathed later, or does Mistress want her Pet bathed now? And if Rook is to be bathed now, would Mistress Evelyn like to bathe Rook herself, or shall Rook bathe himself for her?"
 
"I-I, ah…" A little horrified that, in a way, she has given in to not only Mother's wishes, but to dark desires residing within she not knew existed before, Evelyn could not meet her new slave's eyes while drying herself off. How long will it be before she succumbs yet again-? Do so once, and it is likely to happen sometime in the very near future… Evelyn could not help but divert her eyes elsewhere, though she did take advantage of the towel he had brought in order to dry off properly. It is just… It is so confusing. How is she supposed to process what transpired between he and her? Taking a deep breath in a pathetic attempt to calm down, Evelyn stole a glance over his way upon him sitting on the wet tile like a dog. Today it was only his fingers… but what of the next time? If there is a next time? More than likely, her resolve will deteriorate further until… Evelyn fought to brush aside these persistent thoughts and chose instead to focus on Rook… though why he decided to ask such questions, rather than leave it be, is beyond her comprehension.

An instant later, cherry red replaced a delicate, rosy pink. Evelyn's mouth dropped, and although it did not require an… overly complicated answer, she was struck speechless nonetheless. What did he expect of her? To confess that it was unlike anything she has ever felt before? That her skin is still tingling after-? How her heart is beating so incredibly fast, she is almost afraid it may break free? No... Just no. Evelyn began chewing on her lip, once again rather reluctant to share the thoughts on her mind. "Y-Yes," she replied at long last, "you... did well. Very well. Thank you...Ah..." A nervous hand lifted to brush against a warm cheek. "I suppose it is only fair that I... return the favor and... bathe you."

How can she refuse in the presence of his bright, eager and hopeful smile, as it is-?

No, wait; what did he mean? Is he implying that he-? Evelyn nearly stumbled as the implication of his words finally sank in, eyes wide and the tips of her ears burning. "H-How about… you, ah… get in the water? I need to fetch the shampoo and soap," she blurted out, trying not to linger at this new revelation. It is just so… outrageous… preposterous… and… and ridiculous! What could she possibly gain from watching him wash up? Mouth dry, Evelyn used her tongue to rectify this… though it did little. My, how things have changed. Is this how her life is going to be from now on? Evelyn rubbed her hands together, kneeling to retrieve the bottles they had abandoned… what? Ten minutes ago? Fifteen? Does it even matter? A rippling noise out of her peripheral vision snapped her out of her inner musings, persuading bright blue to veer off in that direction. Rook was stepping into the water… which is exactly what she asked him to do, so why does she feel this way? As though this scene is the prelude to something greater? Evelyn swallowed past the lump that has taken residence in her throat, scrambling to follow… if only to finish what they started. "I have never done this before," she rambled, kneeling down and laughing rather awkwardly. "I-I suppose it goes without saying…"

Lovely. How else is she going to embarrass herself this morning? Evelyn knelt down on the marble, using this opportunity to unravel the towel that has, miraculously, stayed on her head meanwhile. Light reflected off waves of gold cascading over the young woman's shoulders, played along not just delicate, refined features… but the small part of her lips. Having on a soft, fluffy white towel did not hide the curves, the long, slender legs… and it clung to her breasts desperately to preserve dignity and modesty. "Move a little closer." What is the best way to go about doing this? Remain on the very edge and do the best she can? Or would it be better to slip back into the water? Rook was… very thorough in washing her, so it is only fair she extends the same courtesy… right? It does not matter if he is a slave. Just like she, he has feelings, thoughts… desires, even if his are very different than those she harbors.

Evelyn poured a generous amount of soap into one hand, lathering it between both palms until bubbles nearly dripped into her lap. A leg emerged from underneath her, and then the other… revealing ivory well above the knee. "Closer," she gently encouraged, gesturing him to do so with a soapy hand. "I will not be able to reach you if you remain so far away." Evelyn licked her dry lips one last time before sucking in a deep breath to calm down. It is not as though this is anything… remotely sexual, right? All she is doing is… fulfilling an obligation, or repaying the favor. There is no reason to be nervous, none whatsoever… Her heart racing a tad bit faster than she likes, Evelyn rubbed her hands together one last time before tangling her fingers into fur so soft… it was tempting to curl up against his chest. Why must he be?! Rook makes it difficult to think straight as it is, what with his… heavy expectations… Moving along his shoulders first, Evelyn considered the prospect of breaching the silence… but how so? Idle chit-chat does not come easily… and he may very well find it more annoying than anything else. A soapy hand tucking a few pieces of hair behind an ear, she continued down his chest… not daring to glance up in case their eyes happened to meet. It would just be too embarrassing if he was to notice how… jittery she is...

Down to his hips now, Evelyn debated whether or not she needs to slip into the water at this point in time. More than likely, yes… it just seems silly she went through all that effort to dry off in the first place. "T-Take a step or two back, please," Evelyn stuttered, "so I may… finish up here." Evelyn hesitated to move closer to the edge of the bathing pool… and again when it became apparent she will need to take off her towel. "Do you… want me to rinse you off before we… continue?"
 
Rook waited with anticipation for his Mistress' answer...and he beamed his brightest yet as she told him he did well. He was a Good Pet! He smiled so innocently and happily, with his tail wagging vigorously over the tile where he sat, like Evelyn had just made his day--which, of course, she had. Still smiling, he tilted his head slightly to one side as she mentioned bathing him. Somewhat odd that she would want that, or at least so soon, there were Mistresses who enjoyed the fun of running their fingers through every inch of his wet, soapy, softening fur and feeling the firm, sculpted muscles beneath. He had somewhat expected her to allow him to give his proper "submitting presentation" to her, but--she was Mistress, and she wanted to wash him herself, so that was all that mattered! It was fine for Rook either way. And indeed, when she asked him to get into the water, he readily got up from where he was sitting on the tile, went to the edge of the pool, and started walking down into it, standing on some of the steps closer to the edge. He turned his head towards her when she brought herself up towards the pool, still wrapped in towels. She still looked very pleasing, even wrapped in the towel...especially wrapped in the towel, as the way it hung off her well-endowed bust was rather titillating. However, Rook did not have permission to get aroused yet...it wasn't hard now, but he wondered if she would try to get him aroused without giving him permission. That was one of the favorite games the trainer Mistresses liked to play with him, helped him build physical discipline...so they could listen to him whine and cry and beg them more.

At Eveln's command to move closer, he did so again without hesitation, moving himself to sit down on the underwater step of the pool, with the water coming just up to his waist, as he leaned more over the edge to put even the front of his torso within Evelyn's reach and held out his arms. As she started lathering her soapy hands through his fur, Rook readily moved and responded in small ways without her even asking--wherever she wanted to rub him, on his arms, on his back, on his chest, he moved in such a way as to give her better access, just following where her hands went on their own. He did watch her of course, and noticed how her hands seemed to get particularly shaky when they were running through the rippling fur of his muscular chest. That was...strange. "Is...something wrong, Mistress?" He asked her with a soft and concerned voice, his facial expression just as gently concerned. However, she was already moving past that, and asking him to move again so she could get his lower body, while his upper body was all comically ruffled and foamed up (not that he cared). He did, however, pause briefly at her question. "Well...Mistress Evelyn will wash her Pet however she likes, of course. Rook will obey." He answered, waiting for her direction on what she wanted to happen next.
 
Evelyn nearly jumped out of her skin, so startled was she at the unexpected question. “N-No! Of course not!” she denied in an instant, her voice a pitch higher than per usual. Must he point out the blatantly obvious-? Does he have to embarrass her every minute of every hour? It certainly seems that way… Evelyn let her hands pause near his hips, eyes lifting to meet his. Emotion swirled within blue that defies description, that which reflects a spring sky without clouds usually… and yet, at that very moment, are somewhat dark… as though clouds are indeed rolling in. A wry smile threatened to pull at the corners of her lips. “Nothing is wrong,” she reiterated, now reaching out to take the slave’s hands. “I am just… unused to this situation I have found myself in. I am not used to… having someone here to follow my every order. I have servants, yes, but… you are here to please me, is that not correct? I just… I feel so… I do not know what to say, much less what to think. I know intimacy between a man and a woman is… normal, and is something to be proud of in my kingdom… but I do not feel the same way.” Realizing too late she must have been rambling, Evelyn stopped, just to laugh softly under her breath. “And… I must not be making any sense,” she continued, shaking her head, golden waves swaying back and forth with the motion. “Please just know this: if there is something you want, or do not want, let me know. Your feelings matter. I do not want to force you to do anything…” Having her words drift off here, Evelyn twisted in order to pour more soap into her hands… though, she was mostly using this opportunity to gather her thoughts.

“I-I suppose… I will continue to wash you, so we can rinse all the soap out.”

Luckily, it was not as humiliating of an affair as she anticipated. Drying his fur proved to be a challenge, but it was one she could handle… though with a great many more towels. Evelyn stood before her closet in nothing but a soft pink silk slip, at a loss on what to wear. Mother has a bad habit of… buying gowns that catch her eye, and so, every royal woman in the family has enough dresses to last her the rest of her lifetime. It makes choosing what to wear a bit… difficult, to say the least. “I know the maid has prepared breakfast out on the balcony, thus…” Evelyn raised a hand, idly playing on a playful curl tickling at her cheek. As tempting as it is to ask Rook to brush her hair again… something tells her it is best not to do so. Not right now. “Pick a color,” she decided, twisting to look at him from over a shoulder. “Any color. I have no preference. Mother likes to… buy us dresses, jewelry, shoes… and no offense to her, but I have far too many already.” A hand gesturing towards the beautiful display of colors, cashmere and fur and silk alike. “I need to brush out my hair before it gets too terribly tangled.” Evelyn moved to sit down at her vanity, not even glancing at her reflection in the mirror as she reached for the brush. “I hope it has not grown cold already…” she said on a sigh, shaking her head a little. “It would be a shame…”
 
Evelyn's rather abrupt answer slightly confused Rook, but he just tilted his head a fraction to wait and listen patiently for Evelyn to look up at him and explain what she meant. His hands very easily moved with Evelyn's, despite how large and strong and heavy they were...he held her hands back with that same careful gentleness deceptively belied by his hunky appearance. He tilted his head the other way as she said she was unused to this situation, but nodded readily when she asked that he was here to please her. And then his head tilted back the other way again at Evelyn's uncertainty, ears lightly flicking with a quizzical smile...just in the same way a pet dog would when they didn't know what was going on but wanted to give you all their attention anyway. Indeed, the idea that his Mistress didn't know what to say or think seemed strange...whatever she wanted to say or think was correct, of course! Still, he smiled warmly back at her when she laughed lightly At her final question, asking him what he wanted, before she began to prepare to finish washing him...Rook thought about it for a moment. He didn't have to think about it for too long, though. He knew exactly what he wanted.

"...I want to make you feel good and happy, Mistress Evelyn." He ultimately replied, in a gentle but confident voice just as she was starting to wash him again.

The remainder of the wash was a silent but pleasant affair. Rook indeed needed several towels to dry off, but already, his fur was starting to take that ultra-silken fluffiness he began with when Evelyn found him in her bed yesterday. When they moved back out of the bathroom to Evelyn's room and she went to her wardrobe, Rook followed along readily, holding his own leash up in one hand and actually standing to walk, which was still okay as long as they were alone until Mistress said otherwise. Once Evelyn started looking through her closet though, Rook went down to his knees in a relaxed but submissive resting position, still holding the end of his leash up in one open hand. At Evelyn's 'command', however, Rook blinked and immediately began to think. She had just told him to pick a color, so he would. She had asked him to pick out a dress for her before, and he had picked teal then...it was a new day, the beginning of a new day, things were bright and happy. "Yellow." Rook completed Evelyn's demand after a moment of thought, spotting a warmly bright dress in her closet that would match her golden hair nicely. As Evelyn began to brush her own hair, of his own initiative, Rook took it upon himself to help her finish getting ready. He stood back up to walk over to the closet, retrieved the yellow dress he had seen, then walked over to where the one-bathrobe-away-from-nakedness Evelyn was brushing her hair. He could read that she seemed to be in a more 'focused' mood now, and so he wanted to help her get ready as quickly as possible while still being appropriately careful about it.

While Evelyn brushed her hair, Rook silently 'negotiated' with her for getting her dress on, beginning to draw it up around her without any order from her or word from him, but simply waited each moment until Evelyn moved her limbs in a way that clearly indicated for him to proceed. With minimal interruption of her brushing her hair, the dress was pulled down over her body and her arms through the sleeves, and Rook finished by lacing up her back with practiced ease, making it snug but not tight.

Once Evelyn was finally prepared for the day, Rook went down on his knees and held up his leash again, but this time, he did not readily stand back up if Evelyn moved without taking it; he proffered the leash more obviously, and looked at Evelyn with clearly expectant eyes...
 
“Yellow?” It came as somewhat of a surprise he would choose that particular color out of the infinite possibilities she has shoved into the closet… and not just because it is one of many. Evelyn has learned over the years how yellow is not the most… flattering color on her, especially since she was not one to inherit Mother’s beautiful fiery red hair… nor Father’s dark and unruly mane. Alas, she had to take after a grandmother she had never set eyes on. It is just… a color she usually avoids, after hearing so many off-hand and oftentimes snide comments throughout the years. Not saying anything, however, Evelyn let him take control over the task of dressing her. It was… shockingly easy. Under normal circumstances, she would be blushing, fumbling with the brush, not to mention doing everything in her power not to look at him… oh, wait. Two of the three are happening, it seems. A quick glance at her reflection confirmed as much. Evelyn sucked in a deep breath in a pathetic attempt to calm her racing heart and, eyes averted still, lifted an arm to push it through a sleeve. For a heartbeat, perhaps two… their eyes had met in the mirror, but she had no idea how to… react, thus, she let her attention be drawn elsewhere. How else is she supposed to respond? Did he not just see her naked only a handful of minutes ago?

It is humiliating to linger on what happened between he and her… more so because every time she thinks of the noises she made, of the feelings his fingers had… evoked… her body grows warm.

Once Evelyn found herself ready to partake in breakfast, or at least somewhat presentable, she moved to go out onto the balcony. Rook, though, did not follow, as she anticipated. Blue eyes rivaling that of the sky outside dared -albeit reluctantly- to look back, drinking in the sight of the slave kneeling… holding up his leash in expectation. This again? Evelyn could not help but think, trying hard not to sigh. It weighs heavy on her heart that he believes this to be normal, to be right, and yet… she doubts she can change his mind anytime soon. Hm. Perhaps she can… educate him? Teach him how to be independent, how to have opinions and thoughts of his own? It could very well prove to be challenging, but… also a rewarding one, if she is successful. Evelyn began to nibble on her lip, just musing the idea over… unaware that in doing so, pink shifted to red under the abuse. A hand lifted to brush aside pieces of gold, though… it was not long after she reached out to take the leash. Not daring to meet his expectant eyes, which will soon be ecstatic or exuberant, Evelyn led him out onto the balcony… breathing in the intoxicating scents awaiting. Pink, red, yellow and white sway under the gentle persuasion of a breeze. It looks as though it may be another beautiful day… but it is difficult to say. Things change in the blink of an eye. “Do I need to put down a bowl for you?” Evelyn thought to ask, already moving to do just that. It seems the cooks made far too much, if the multiple dishes are any indication. How do they expect her to eat all this-?! It is enough to feed a small army! Alright, perhaps she is exaggerating… but it is still too much, if you ask her.

A maid was even so thoughtful as to place a vase with a single rose amidst it all. Evelyn dropped the leash in order to put together a plate, though… upon reflection, she has no idea whether he has a preference on what he eats. Dark pink spreading along the young woman’s features, Evelyn hesitated before she turned to face him once again. “Do you… want bacon?” she thought to start. “Eggs? Or would you rather have pancakes? I do not know who thought to make this much down in the kitchens, but there is no possible way I can eat this all by myself,” Evelyn continued, realizing too late she was rambling.

“Tell me what you would like, and I shall give you that… or else, I will give you a little bit of everything.” Evelyn sank into the nearest seat, though she waited on preparing him a plate… just in case he did decide on any one thing. A hand absently brushed out invisible wrinkles hiding in yellow silk, just to linger and curl there in the folds.
 
Once Evelyn was fully dressed, Rook took a moment to appreciate the look of his Mistress. The yellow of her dress and gold of her hair shimmered together, as well as being a bright and warm color that wasn't overtly 'passionate', like red, which fit some Mistresses but didn't seem to fit Mistress Evelyn yet. She still seemed a little unsteady when he helped her dress, and he wasn't quite sure why that was. Still, he put it next to everything else he was learning about his Mistress so that he could better serve her. He couldn't figure it out yet, but he was always watching her. He watched as his Mistress started to move towards the balcony of her room, then stopped to look back at him. He of course remained still, except for his lightly swishing tail, while he smiled and kept holding his leash out. She hesitated for a while, but ultimately finally took his leash. Again, with happy normality, he settled in to crawl on all fours at her side as she led him out to the balcony, where a meal had been prepared. Whatever the day outside was like didn't matter much to him, all that mattered was Mistress.

Rook was further reassured when his Mistress started to put a bowl on the ground for him--for a moment, he was wondering if she was going to try to ask him something weird or inappropriate again. His face brightened up for a moment as he nodded readily. "Yes Mistress Evelyn, bowl on the ground is right for a Pet!" He sat in that dog-like way next to the bowl on the ground, patiently and well-behaved while he also picked up his dropped leash and put the end on his shoulder, as he watched his Mistress gather food for herself...until she asked him if he wanted any of it. His head tilted to the side quizzically for a moment as she spoke...and he blinked at her insistence that he tell her what he wanted or she'd just give him a little bit of everything. It was a bit unusual for him to have food for a Mistress, but, she was giving him a very clear instruction...he turned his head towards the table and sniffed a few times, as he looked over the many platters he saw. At dinner yesterday, she had instructed another servant to feed him what everyone else was eating--which was already amazingly generous enough--but now she wanted him to pick for himself! He was feeling really spoiled, he wasn't sure he deserved any of this! Still, Mistress had insisted.

With just a tiny niggling feeling of guilt, Rook finally answered; "...I would like eggs, vegetables, a little bacon, and...some of that fruit please, Mistress Evelyn." He finally answered, looking at each plate in turn. He knew they were healthy foods, and would be a part of a diet that would help him keep his strong, hunky, Mistress-pleasing physique. Fruit would also help keep the flavor of his seed sweet and pleasant for his Mistress, should she ever decide she wanted a taste of him! Some of the training Mistresses had wanted that from him, and the gruel or kibble mixtures he was normally used to were specially formulated for everything needed to keep him healthy, silky, and sweet. All for Mistress' pleasure. He continued to sit and wait for Evelyn to place the food into his dish, but even after she did, he didn't go for it right away, just sat there wagging his tail, waiting for permission just like he had at dinner last night. Once she gave it though, and had eaten a few bites of her own food, Rook finally moved to eat his own. He leaned out of the sitting-on-haunches pose back to all-fours, with his hands on either side of the bowl...and simply lowered his mouth down to the food directly, again, just like last night. Pets did not use utensils or hands for food, of course! This was completely normal, and having never eaten any other way, Rook was quite adept at snagging bits of food with his tongue or teeth without getting any mess on his muzzle.

And what food it was! Fruit extracts were usually mixed in with his normal food, but it was a rare, special treat that Rook ever had slices of whole fruit. A soft, breathy moan of delight escaped him as he ate, nibbling at a few small bits of fruit before working on the eggs and vegetables. The bacon also was an especially powerful treat for him. He needed some meat, but to have in such a delicious form as bacon was rare and special, he had only tasted it twice before in his life. He couldn't help but moan a little again at the nibbles of succulent meat. Still, once had finished the rest, he finished off the fruit last, savoring every single bite he could. After quite a few minutes of working his way around the bowl, he had finished off everything Evelyn had given him. He sat back in his 'normal' way again, with a joyful smile and not a fleck of food anywhere in his fur. "Thank you so very much Mistress Evelyn, you are so incredibly generous, giving Rook such a special treat..." He said in a way that was genuinely heartfelt and earnest. He opened his mouth to speak again, and almost started with 'Pet', but remembered how Mistress Evelyn had wanted him to use 'I' more. It was going to be a difficult habit to not continually slip back into, but he would do anything for his Mistress! "I...am actually not sure I earned such a special treat, Mistress Evelyn..." He said, a little sheepishly while looking away slightly, before he focused his gaze back on her with firm resolve. "But I will work even harder to do everything you want and make you feel good to deserve this, Mistress Evelyn!"
 
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Evelyn had barely begun eating her own breakfast when her attention was diverted elsewhere… fork dangling between her fingers, temporarily forgotten. An army of men stormed through the front gate, armor clanking… swords shining bright at their sides, horses rearing chestnut and ebony and white heads under heavy hands. Many look to be tired… which is perfectly understandable. It is not as peaceful as one may presume. Riots have broken out along the border time and time again, not to mention unrest has… settled in among the people. It makes her heart ache, to think the citizens are so dissatisfied with the way things are. Of course Evelyn knows little of what they are angry about… but then again, she is in no position to do anything as it is. Yes, she may be Princess, one of many… however, the crown she bears means little. A soft sigh left her lips, eyes tearing away from the sight in order to behold the feast that the maids were kind enough to provide. Evelyn resisted the urge to have her chin rest in a palm… instead, allowing herself the luxury of placing with the strawberries on her plate.

It was after a few minutes that she brought her gaze up, blinking while the meaning of his words sank in. Is he serious? Did she go too far? It is always too difficult to say. Evelyn lifted a hand to play with pieces of slightly curly gold, only to nibble on her lip moments later. “I would not say I am being generous…” she spoke up at long last, her voice low… the words nearly snatched away by a wayward wind. “I only wish for you to be happy… even though you are… my slave, and have to obey any order I give.” The words were bitter on her tongue. Both hands now brushing out imaginary wrinkles hiding in the yellow skirt, Evelyn had to refrain from squirming under his… very determined, very earnest gaze. It was… incredibly difficult. How is it she came to be in this position again? Ah, yes… Mother had a sudden impulse to buy her a slave, of all things. It does not make much -if any- sense, but alas… it is the way it is. Evelyn would have been just as happy with a new book… or a new bookmark, to keep her place between the pages. A piece of fabric, imported from another land, could suffice.

“Y-You do not need to work harder, Rook,” Evelyn replied to his declaration, though a laugh was quick to slip free shortly afterwards. How does he plan to do that-? Possibilities began to run amok through her head… each one dirtier than the last. No, no! Evelyn blushed darkly, trying her best to clear her mind of such thoughts. It will do her no good to linger on… In an instant, right before his eyes, Evelyn’s features darkened to that of a beautiful crimson. It was rather lovely against the gold of her gown, the gold of her hair. “A-Anyway,” she blurted out, the tips of her ears burning hotly. “I… was hoping to start teaching you how to read today.” Evelyn picked up a strawberry off her plate and leaned in to take a bite, albeit a small one. “I know it is… a bit strange, but reading happens to be one of my favorite pastimes. If you could share in the same… joy… I would be very pleased.” Bright blue eyes looked to him, a warm smile gracing her lips in mere moments. “Reading takes you places… and you do not have to leave the room to do so.” It is almost exhilarating. Yes, she often reads books that delve into the realm of… imagination instead of possibility, and yet she finds no less pleasure in indulging herself with those stories. It is just that… it is almost a shame most are not able to become reality. Evelyn took a sip of her orange juice next, using that as an opportunity to gather her thoughts. How best shall she start? Does he know any letters? It is going to be difficult… but it is a challenge she is willing to undertake. Perhaps… it can open his eyes to the possibilities of what he could be, rather than what he has to be.

As intriguing as it is, she needs to eat first before she does anything else. Evelyn ate at her eggs, not entirely surprised to find they had gone cold. Luckily the toast was… tolerable, especially with a generous amount of apricot jelly. “We will get started once I am through here,” Evelyn informed the slave waiting by her feet. “I can ask one of the maids to bring us tea in the library. How does that sound?” It is a good thing she does not have any plans… because teaching him how to read is going to take some time. In fact… Evelyn rose onto her feet, starting to put more food onto her plate. “How about we take this to the library?” It could make a good snack… and no only that, but it would be a shame to let all this go to waste. “I will need your help carrying some of it.” Evelyn turned to face him, offering the plate she was just piling food onto. “Do you mind? I would appreciate it… though if you do not want to, please, do not hesitate to say so. I… I know you are a slave, however… perhaps we can change that.” It will not happen today, and most likely not tomorrow… but someday soon.
 
The appearance of a procession of soldiers in the courtyard briefly distracted Rook, who also peeked through the balcony's marble railing to take a look. He had no idea what it was all about, and from a distance most of the men didn't look happy...after a moment, Rook dismissed it all as unimportant to him, and returned to his food. Once he finished, and expressed his gratitude to Evelyn, he studied her where he sat as she hesitantly responded. She seemed to hesitate on...almost everything. It was very odd for Rook. His Mistress should be confident and in control! He wasn't sure how to help her gain that, though. Still, at her words of thinking herself not generous and wanting him to be happy, he tilted his head to one side quizzically. "Obeying Mistress Evelyn is what makes me happy!" He responded simply, and truthfully. However, she then said that he doesn't have to work harder, which is very much a foreign concept to him and makes him tilted his head to the other side...and, very strangely, shortly after she said that, Mistress Evelyn's face had a crimson blotch spread across it! Her reddened face actually looked rather nice, framed by her golden hair. However, what she said after that had Rook's pointed wolf-ears flicking up and towards Evelyn, as he straightened his head up attentively. Reading? It was something the training Mistresses said was unimportant for him to learn...but if his Mistress Evelyn wanted to teach him, then he would learn it as best as he could!

"It is strange to Rook, but I will be happy to learn any skill Mistress Evelyn wants me to have! I will learn well, yes I will!" He said as his tail wagged across the ground behind him. Evelyn worked on trying to finish her own meal, but then seemed to change her mind, and again Rook perked up very attentively as he recognized she was giving him something to do. He stood up readily before her, and quickly accepted the plate of food Evelyn had piled up, plus any additional ones she decided to bring along--in fact, he quickly picked up any plate Evelyn prepared, even if it looked like she was going to carry it herself! He could have a plate in each hand, plus plates balanced on his arms, even one on his head if necessary! While it wasn't a skill he was commonly called on for, he had been taught how to be an expert server for the occasions he was used to cater for multiple Training Mistresses (usually as part of a 'training party' where they all took turns enjoying his pleasures--or all used him at once!), so he could indeed carry many plates expertly. However, while he could stand up for this... "Rook can walk up on two legs for this, but Mistress Evelyn will need to take my leash." He said simply and casually, and indeed his leash was hanging down his front, in easy reach.

Once she did take his leash, Rook followed along behind her, carrying the plates she had prepared with practiced balance as she led him through the halls towards the library. Once they arrived and Evelyn found a place to settle down, Rook smoothly set the plates down on any convenient available tables or surfaces and, finally, sat back down doggy-like on the floor next to whatever chair Evelyn had chosen to sit in.
 
“Oh!” Liberated of any and all plates, Evelyn was left empty-handed… which is not entirely surprising, and yet… she did not expect it, either. It appears Rook has received training in… more ways than one. A delicate hand lifted to play with strands of gold that, under the persuasion of a gentle breeze, had begun brushing and tickling the young lady’s cheek… though, it was not long until her attention was drawn elsewhere. Bright blue eyes blinked up at him, light reflecting and refracting off their depths, revealing depths of color lurking just beneath the surface. It was like looking into twin pools, deep, deep pools. A smile slowly spread upon her lips, shy as it may be. “I like the enthusiasm,” Evelyn shared on a soft laugh, color once again rising to her otherwise pale features. It was not the robust red from before, but rather a fragile pink that, surprisingly enough, was breathtaking against the gold of her hair and the yellow of her dress. “And thank you. I appreciate your help.” More than likely, Evelyn would have dropped one or two plates on the way to the library… or worse yet, fall down the stairs, make a spectacle of herself in front of everyone. “Are you sure you have everything? I hate the idea of you hurting yourself because you are carrying so much…” Evelyn prolonged the inevitable as long as she could, but of course… she had to reach for that leash hanging down his front. It seems as though it shall always come to that, sooner or later… Is it selfish of her to think this way? Maybe. Maybe not… it is difficult to say.

Down in the library, hours flew on past. It was as though all concept of time evaporated into thin air..., or rather, it was no longer measured in seconds, in minutes or in hours. Evelyn knows it sounds ridiculous, but time was more along the lines of… the turn of a page, the end of a chapter. "Do you see this letter?" Evelyn asked Rook, pointing to one printed onto the page. "It is the letter-" Just then, Evelyn so happened to look beyond him to the window offering a view of the distant horizon… and the sun setting. Pink and purple paint the sky, whileas orange and gold ripple upon the distant sea in a spectacular display of color. “Oh! I did not realize it was so late. How about we continue this lesson tomorrow?” Evelyn closed the book gently, fingers stroking over the worn cover before she set it off to the side. “I suppose we need to eat something more substantial than the cold remnants of our breakfast. I shall ask someone to bring us supper while I prepare to wind down for the evening.” Mother will most likely not like her absence at the dinner table… but sooner or later, she has to learn where the line is drawn. Evelyn hates to be cruel, and yet… she feels as though she deserves to be a little… vengeful, at least to a certain degree. Is that wrong of her? Yes. Perhaps she will even burn in Hell, but oh well.

“Are you ready to go? Did I move too fast for you during our lesson?” Hopefully she has not discouraged him from learning how to read… A hand raised as Rook went to fetch the plates, eyes warm. “No. Leave those. I will ask a maid to take care of our mess. I fear I am… weary, and I hope to curl up in my bed with a good book here very shortly.” Evelyn went to leave… only to hesitate, realizing she has not yet grabbed his leash. Does she need to do so from now on-? Dread curling in the lowest regions of her belly, Evelyn looked him in the eye. “Rook… Do I need to use your leash everywhere we go?”
 
The blush that graced Evelyn's cheeks after Rook took the plates was not a steaming-red one of flustered intensity, but a beautifully delicate and gentle hue of pink that looked oh so pretty with her smile! Rook actually felt his heart flutter faintly; that was one of the most lovely smiles he had ever seen! He wanted to see it more on his Mistress! Her question if he had all the plates handled was also...oddly endearing, despite being quite unnecessary. "Rook can handle all these plates easily!" he said enthusiastically, yet kept his body carefully steady with the plates balanced on his arms. "Rook has...I have practiced this many times. Not as much as many of my other skills, but enough to do well!" He said, hesitating at the beginning a little as he continued to try to follow his Mistress's earlier command of less referring to himself in the third-person. And, once Evelyn took his leash, they were off through the castle to the library. As Rook said, he handled the plates deftly, walked with a very steady and careful gait that got them to the library with not so much as a spilled crumb. Rook set the plates up on a table near a reading chair, they settled in together, and Rook's lesson began.

It was a very strange, very unusual, and rather challenging thing for him. Squiggly symbols that represented word-sounds and were put together to make words. Evelyn started him with the basics of the alphabet, and started showing him simple, common words made of letters. Rook focused as intensely on it as he ever had on any other of his lessons and teachings through his life. While it had no extension of his existing skills, was something so far out of his expertise that none of it was in any way familiar and there was nothing he could relate it to, in a way, he was used to learning other lessons under much higher pressure with much thinner margins. He didn't slack off however, not in the slightest. His Mistress wanted him to learn this, so he would. He studied every letter that Evelyn showed him, every word, and even showed him the basics of writing with a quill. He was no child, and his hands were exceptionally dexterous and steady despite their size, so when it came to having him copy letters and then repeat writing them to practice, he picked that up very quickly. Memorizing what they all meant was the real challenge, but he was undaunted, and knew that with enough practice, he would get it. He had to! Mistress wanted it, therefor it had to happen. And yet...not only that, but the concepts of reading and writing here strangely intriguing to Rook personally. It was so...different, he couldn't help be as earnestly curious as he was steadfastly studious. Throughout the day, they snacked on the plates of food they had brought, occasional treats to keep them both satiated during the lesson.

By the time the sun was setting, Rook's mind felt like it was buzzing with all the new information he was trying to put into it. He knew he'd get it with more days of practice, but the sooner the better! He glanced up at Evelyn as she started putting some of the beginner and children's books she had used as demonstrations away, and told him about the evening's plans. He nodded readily. "Rook--I look forward to learning more of Mistress Evelyn's letters tomorrow! It is so strange, and a bit hard, but I do still want more! Mistress Evelyn did not move too fast either, but Rook--I would go however fast Mistress Evelyn wants!" He said eagerly as he went to grab the mostly-empty plates, but stopped as Evelyn waved him away. "Oh, okay." He nodded and knelt back down, ready to go as soon as Evelyn took him. However, she actually seemed almost ready to leave without him for a moment...before she hesitantly stopped and looked at him...and asked another one of her weird questions. Rook tilted his head with a little confusion and made a small frown. "Only bad pets move about off their leashes...while leashes don't have to be held at every second when in one place, a good pet stays with leash in Mistress's hand whenever going anywhere..." He said in that slightly slow, slightly nervous voice he kept using with Evelyn whenever he was afraid he was going to do something bad. He remained knelt on the floor, hands on his knees and leash hanging down the center of his broad, oh-so-fluffy chest as he waited for his Mistress to take it. He couldn't just walk around without it in her hand!
 
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What if she was to tell him otherwise? What if she was to say he is to follow her, without the guidance of his leash? Would he take it the wrong way-? Evelyn has already come to learn that… their relationship is incredibly delicate, especially since he knows nothing else but how to serve a Mistress. One wrong word could result in a very big misunderstanding between he and her. Does this mean she needs to watch what she says from now on-? Evelyn released the softest of sighs and, giving him only a somewhat wry smile, moved in order to grab onto the leash dangling down… just taunting her. "I am… pleased you are enjoying the lesson. I find reading to be… well, wonderful." Actually, Evelyn knows it is very much an understatement. Reading happens to be… one of the few activities she enjoys. In all aspects of her life, Evelyn is criticized, judged, and scrutinized… but books are a refuge, a way of escaping the world she was born into. As sad as it is to admit, whether it be just to herself or to anyone else… she almost finds the worlds fabricated and written between the pages of books preferable to her own. Alas, it is impossible to keep her nose buried during daylight hours… not every second of every day, anyway.


Stepping out into the hallway was not unlike basking in the warm glow of sunset. Pink and purple rippled along the floor, while the tapestries hanging are bathed in gold and warm orange. Evelyn's hair shone, cascading down over her shoulders and down the length of her back… curling just above touching her hips. "Rook, I hope you do not feel as though… you need to learn it quickly," Evelyn told the slave in as gentle of a tone as she can manage, stealing a glance over a shoulder. "Take your time. I know it cannot be easy to learn… but I assure you, there is no hurry." The youngest of seven, most duties that befall a Princess usually are given to Aveline, or Lillias, or any of her older sisters. It is partly for this reason Evelyn is relieved to have something to preoccupy her time with. Do not get her wrong, reading is still an activity near and dear to her heart… but it does get to be… monotonous after several days of doing just that. "Yes, I want you to learn… but I also hope you come to learn to love reading like I do." Evelyn looked over to him once again, though this time, Rook was gifted with a warm smile. In the golden light pouring through a nearby window, Evelyn was radiant, her eyes sparkling like the rare topaz gems bought from overseas. It was difficult to tell, but color had once again flooded the young woman's features, residing primarily on her cheeks and nose. A hand dipped down to smooth out the wrinkles hours of sitting have inflicted upon her dress… only to linger, seeing as how she had absolutely no idea what to say next. It is a good thing they had other places to be, because otherwise… she may have drowned in embarrassment.


"Are you still hungry?" Evelyn just about blurted out, shattering the silence in a thousand little pieces. "I am content, but I must admit -I would not object one bit to having something sweet." A laugh, soft and unintentionally seductive, slipped free. "I have no interest in… going to the dining hall, though. How do you feel about my asking one of the maids to bring us up some desserts to indulge in before bed?" It is not very appropriate behavior, and yet… she rather likes the idea, regardless. Evelyn's heels clicked with her every step, almost echoing off the portraits of kings past looking down upon any who pass with cool disinterest. It was late in the day, true, but a few maids lingered still, intent on finishing one last task before retiring to their chambers for the evening. A young woman dressed in demure grey just so happened to be nearby, dark hair bundled under a cap of white. "Miss?" Eyes a warm chocolate color blinked doefully, only to drop to the floor within moments. "If you are not too terribly busy, do you mind dropping by the kitchens? I am in the mood for something sweet." Very flustered, she dropped her head in a fervent bow before slipping away, presumably to do just that. A bead of silence swelled… though Evelyn did not dwell on it. It is strange behavior, yes, but she has grown used to it over the years. Five minutes later, Evelyn and Rook had hidden away in the privacy of her rooms… which is a great relief, because she wants to take off her corset. It is… suffocating. "Rook? Can you help me with the laces of my corset and dress?" Evelyn asked, already pulling out the ribbon in her hair. Waves of gold tumbled down, curling about the Princess' shoulders.
 
As Evelyn moved to grab his leash and mentioned she was glad how the first lesson had gone, Rook smiled back warmly and happily. His Mistress was happy, so he was happy! It seemed things were finally starting to go well, after the rough start they had together. Rook followed attentively along, of course crawling on hands and knees as usual, as Evelyn led him out into the hallways. The dusk-orange sun coming in through the windows illuminated the corridors in interesting ways, but Rooks eyes were mostly on his Mistress. He alertly inclined his head at her when she started speaking again, listening to her carefully and eagerly. As she spoke, he tilted his head slightly in a mildly befuddled manner, not in a bad or upset way, just an unexpecting way. "It is not bad, Mistress Evelyn." He answered lightly. "It is something you want me to learn, and so I wish to learn it as soon as possible. It is a strange thing for Pets--for me to learn, but...I look forward to more. I do find it interesting and new." He said with his tail wagging as he crawled along beside her. The way the orange light fell on her golden hair and yellow dress were quite fetching and pleasing to look at too, as they made their way back towards Evelyn's room in an extended silence. After a while, Evelyn spoke up again, and again, Rook hung onto every word. In response to her questions, he shrugged his shoulders. "I am not greatly hungry, would be happy to snack or eat whatever you give me, Mistress Evelyn." The idea of sweet treats was also exciting, as Rook only got those as rewards for very good service during training!

After passing a maid for Evelyn to give instruction to, the two of them finally arrived back in Evelyn's room. Once inside and with the door closed, it was okay for Evelyn to let go of his leash and take care of what she needed to, and he knelt upright in the middle of the floor while watching her. And, as soon as she asked for his help after walking over to a mirror, he quickly shuffled over to her and brought himself upright behind her, still on his knees. As before, even on his knees, his size and height dwarfed hers. In the mirror, Evelyn could see how he was so large he didn't even fit inside the view, looming so massively behind the image of herself. And yet, as before...there was just nothing threatening about him. Despite his huge size, he just had a way of moving and posing himself that just seemed...to put one at ease. His hands immediately went to work on the back-laces of her corset, still as deceivingly dexterous as before. In mere seconds, he had her laces fully loosened. But he didn't stop there; without being asked, his hands continued to move around Evelyn's body, deftly assisting her as she began to remove her dress fully. She barely had to do anything but move her arms, he made the whole process swift and easy for her...although, once her dress was fully off and she only had her smallclothes on...he leaned in his snout close behind her and gently nuzzled his nose to the back of her neck. Like he had once before, he stuck his tongue out a little and gently licked the warm, wet appendage on the back of her neck affectionately. She hadn't seemed to like it too much the first time, but...somehow, Rook felt she might appreciate it more this time? He hoped so, anyway. "I had a good day, Mistress Evelyn...I want to keep making you happy." He whispered warmly and calmly behind her ear.

After that however, again without being asked, he shuffled himself over to Evelyn's closet. She had asked him to select clothes for her already, so despite how it was a little weird, he'd keep going. This time, for her nightgown, he picked out a dark-blue and black with silver trim loose-fitting dress and brought it over to her, and helped her slide into it easily, with her doing as little work as possible. At that point, there was a knock on the door. Once it was answered, it was revealed to be the maid they had passed, and she was holding a tray with small sweet-pastries and little candied drops. Once the tray of food was given and the maid left, Evelyn and Rook were once again alone...and he saw this was the perfect time for the both of them to just relax. "Mistress Evelyn?" He spoke up from where he was kneeling upright in the center of the floor again. "Would you like to cuddle somewhere while you eat your treats? It should be very relaxing for you." He offered gently, while subtly holding up his chest. Again, Evelyn was faced with the prospect of just...burying half her body against that luxuriant, silky, thick bedding of warm comforting fluffy-fur...
 
Dark green and deep blue met in the mirror for the briefest of moments, no longer than a heartbeat, before Evelyn felt the need to avert her own eyes. How is it she is still awkward and… and nervous while in his presence? Is it because he, and he alone, has managed to expose her to pleasures of the flesh? Not once did she cave when her mother insisted, over and over again, to take a man to her bed. Not once did she consider doing anything of that nature, even when Lillas would divulge details of a night spent tangled in the arms and in the sheets of some strange man she hardly knew. It is just… humiliating, in a way that is difficult to put into words. Evelyn almost feels… disappeared in herself, or is ashamed more adept of a word? Nonetheless. A sigh escaped her lips once the heavy weight of her yellow silk dress fell away… however, it was hardly a second later that it was replaced with a rather undignified squeak. Heat infiltrated her features in just moments, painting ivory skin a beautiful crimson. Evelyn did not anticipate the affectionate lick to the back of her neck, either… making every part of her body tingle. What is wrong with her-?! Has she lost her mind? Finding it hard to breathe. Evelyn nibbled on her lip as she attempted to fabricate a response out of thin air. It was… not easy to find the words with her heart about to jump out of her chest. "I-I am… pleased to hear that." Hopefully he will continue to make good progress. Finally the tension melted from her muscles once he shuffled away, leaving behind a sense of… no, that cannot be right… disappointment? Was she hoping for something more? No, no. Discard such thoughts.

A black and cerulean blue nightgown was chosen out of countless others, silver flashing in the last of the golden light. It was a gift from a distant cousin some years ago, though the beautiful fabric did little to change her opinion of the obnoxious, unsurly young woman. Regardless… it does so happen to be one of Evelyn’s favorites, though it leaves more skin exposed than she cares for. It dips low, which in of itself makes it inappropriate to wear outside her sleeping chambers… but it also leaves her shoulders bare. Evelyn lifted her head when a knock came to the door, but it was just a maid with the sweet treats she asked for earlier. “I thank you,” she spoke. “I know it is late. I hope you rest well tonight.” Bowing her head deeply, she left the two alone… but in the morning, many rumors will have spread of how lovely Evelyn looked in a seductive silky slip, of what had to have transpired under the cloak of night. All will be speculation, of course. No one will be able to say what truly happened. “Hm?” A hand lifting to brush golden threads behind an ear, Evelyn’s eyes focused on him… though she did not expect the temptation to snuggle into his soft fur to be so… intense. It struck deep, too… so deep, in fact, it nearly left her breathless. “I-I, ah… I suppose we could,” Evelyn replied, knowing very well his eyes could see the blush burning so prominently upon her face. There was no point in trying to compose herself when Rook already knows. “I just need to… brush my hair before I settle down.” It is an excuse, yes, but she would hate to wake up in the morning with her hair tangled like a wild bird’s nest. Taking a deep breath to calm down her racing heart, Evelyn moved to stand in front of the mirror… facing a reflection she oftentimes pays little mind to. As of late, though, she has begun to wonder: is she lovely to look at? Do men desire her, like they do Aveline or Lillas?

Maybe. Perhaps. It is impossible to say. Evelyn ran the brush through her hair absently, once, twice… over and over again, until the task was done. It did not take nearly as long as she would have liked. “I will… enjoy my sweets, thank you. Do you want any yourself?” Every step was calm, dignified, measured… even if every step brought her closer to the possibility of something more happening between he and her. It almost feels inevitable, much like how, someday, she will marry a man of position and power for her people. Evelyn pulled down the sheets, unintentionally providing him a view of her deterriere. A wave of gold slid over a shoulder, too, offering a shoulder as though in silent invitation. “Do you care to bring that tray over? Please?” Yes, she could have just ordered him to… but she has never felt right with issuing orders, when she could just ask nicely. Servants and slaves have feelings, too.
 
Rook's Mistress had squeaked again in response to his packing neck-lick, but otherwise she didn't seem to react quite as strongly, and certainly not as badly, as she had the first time he had done that. He still didn't understand why there would be any negative reaction, but at least it seemed like his Mistress was getting more accustomed to small tokens of affection from her Pet. At least she said she was pleased to hear that he wanted to keep making her happy! That told him that he was indeed a good Pet, and was doing the right thing. When he brought the dress he had selected somewhat at random over to her, he noticed that she gave it somewhat of an odd look, but said nothing and donned it with his help. The lifelong slave couldn't have imagined what the dress meant to Evelyn. He was just happy that it helped bring out more of her beauty, the dark colors of the dress making a lovely contrast to her golden hair, as well as how it showed off her exceptionally ample feminine assets and smooth curves, all put together on her cutely petite frame. Rook was trained to recognize the beauty of any Mistress; these were Evelyn's features, they were what she had, and thus, they were beautiful!

Once he was kneeling and proposed the idea of luxury to his Mistress though, Rook watched quizzically as Evelyn suddenly seemed to be a little short of breath, and yet again, got quite red on her cheeks. It still bewildered Rook a little. He was of course very used to seeing such things on the Mistresses who had trained him, but only ever after he succeeded in bringing them bliss. Evelyn also was the same way when he had brought her bliss this morning, but she was also doing it all the time elsewhere, always in reaction to something he did. It was just strange. Still, she agreed! He smiled as his tail picked up wagging more where he was kneeling...but then his Mistress said after she brushed her own hair, and turned away from him to walk over to her mirror.

Rook's tail stopped wagging, and as he watched his Mistress brush her own hair, his ears slowly went flatly down as his face fell into a sad frown. Why...why was she brushing her own hair? Was he not good enough anymore? The only reason a Mistress would ever brush her hair when she had a perfectly serviceable Pet ready to soothingly groom her was if the Pet was bad at it! And as he watched her...she didn't even spend very long doing it! It didn't make any sense. How could she not want her hair to be as maximally soft and pleasant to touch and stroke as possible if she had the opportunity? Still, when she finished, she walked over to the bed, briefly giving him a view of the curviness of her rump through her dress, and an enticing peek of a smooth, bare shoulder...these were also features Evelyn had, and therefore they were beautiful too! And then she offered him some of the sweets.

He blinked. That was...outrageously indulgent and generous to offer to a Pet! He was almost never allowed to have such things as a Pet; they were pure pleasure, and did absolutely nothing to help him maintain his toned masculine physique that pleased women so much. Even fruits were healthy and nutritious for that, and made him...'taste better' for the enjoyment of a Mistress who desired that, to boot! He only was given candy treats on extraordinarily rare occasions, when he had met some notable milestone in his training. "I..." He said hesitatingly, needing to answer his Mistress' question somehow. "I...don't know? Sweets are...not meant for a Pet unless they have done something very, very good and special and rare..." he said quietly...and, at last, he was greatly relieved when his Mistress gave him a task to bring the tray over. Immediately his ears perked fully back up and his tail started wagging again. "Of course, Mistress Evelyn! Right away!"

He stood up with his leash hanging over his shoulder, quickly walked over to the side-table near the door where the tray had been set to retrieve it, and brought it over to the bed where Evelyn was. He walked with it in both hands at first, like a butler, but then held it up with his left hand as he very carefully started to slide himself onto the bed with his Mistress, one limb at a time, right side first. Once he was sitting fully on the bed, he scooched closer to Evelyn, then laid himself out on his back up against the pillows at the head of the bed. Once more, this close to him, it would be impossible for Evelyn to ignore just how massive his body was compared to hers. A strong, muscular, broad chest was presented to Evelyn, one bare yet covered in a dense layer of such silky, warmly inviting fur. Rook smiled happily as he started to reach his right arm towards her, while still holding up the tray with his left hand. "Here, Mistress Evelyn, please bask in your Rook..."

He curled his arm gently and calmly around Evelyn, his thick and powerful biceps and forearm pressing against her, once again reminding her of just how strong, and yet incredibly delicate and controlled, he was. Despite the significant physical might he possessed, everything about him, everything about his demeanor and his motions, was safe and comforting, sheltering. With his arm hooked around Evelyn's slim body, he gently brought her in closer to himself, until she was in position to lay sideways against his side, to press her body up against that so-very-soft fur, with firm warmth beneath. She could lay the side of her head on his pectoral, to half-bury it right in that field of fur. This close, it was also impossible to ignore the natural scent of his body; it was pleasantly subtle and subdued from good washing and grooming, yet still detectably earthy and masculine, pheromones naturally designed to please the female senses. In a tender, protective manner, he held his right arm semi-draped-over Evelyn while hooked around her back, with his furry hand coming to a rest on her bare shoulder. This was a prime cuddling position.

That big, muscular, yet softly-furry hand of his then began to gingerly squeeze and rub Evelyn's bare shoulder, while he set the tray of sweets down on his own solid abdomen. He looked at her with a warm, relaxing smile on his canine face, as his left hand delicately picked up a single candy at random with thumb and forefinger. "Now you can relax and enjoy yourself, Mistress Evelyn..." He said in his smooth-slow voice--which reverberated noticeably in his chest to tickle Evelyn laying against it--and he brought the candy up to her mouth, to wait for her to open her lips to place it inside. He intended to feed her the treats. Yet the action was not patronizing or demeaning in any way, it was very much the opposite; it was a gesture of subservience...of sensual, intimate affection.
 
"O-Oh, I… I had no idea." Was it wrong of her to suggest such a thing? It had just felt natural to offer he partake in the sweets, too, when she has no hope of eating every last one. Evelyn had just begun nibbling her lip, delving deeper into these thoughts… however, it was not long until they were disrupted, not unlike a stone thrown into still waters. Eyes the color of topaz met those of emerald, widening slightly before dropping away, ruby red painting porcelain skin. "I hope I… did not offend you. I, ah…" No, that does not seem to be so. Rook appears to still be… very enthusiastic to fulfill any and every selfish desire she may have. It just seems so… unfair. Evelyn watched as he began sliding in next to her, and yet it did little to prepare her for what was to come. His presence is just… very overwhelming, despite the fact she knows he means no harm. It is not that he is intimidating… though, in a way, he is. Ugh! It is nearly impossible to shape any coherent thoughts when he is so close. His chest -broad and muscular and strong- cannot be ignored, and his scent is thick in her nose… subtle as it may be. Evelyn was left speechless when his arm came to curl about her, slowly and gently pulling her snugly into his side with a hand resting and rubbing her bare shoulder. It was… such an intimate position, it had her heart racing.

No, wait. What did he say? 'Bask in her Rook?' How can he say such things so casually? Evelyn blushed several shades darker, crimson licking the tips of her ears at this point in time. It is a sign of embarrassment, and has proven to be so on multiple occasions already, but it does little to diminish the young woman's beauty. Moments later, she was nibbling on her lip… that is, before he spoke to her again. A hand began to slowly brush through his dense fur, fingers curling in just the tiniest bit as though in an attempt to bury into the softness. Evelyn licked her suddenly dry lips next. It is strange Rook wants to feed her, when she is more than capable of doing it herself, but… more often than not, it is difficult to tell him no. Is it because of his enthusiasm to serve her? His honesty and sincerity? Perhaps. It may very well be a combination of all these things, and it may be, too, due to her innate shyness.

"A-Alright," she breathed at long last, voice no louder than a whisper. Evelyn shifted her hips to align herself more comfortably against his side, unintentionally pressing her breasts into him while doing so. A furtive glance was sent his way, but she spoke not one more word, instead closing her eyes and opened her lips. In a strange, twisted way… she is not the Mistress, or he the slave. Yes, Rook is under orders to fulfill every desire of hers… and yet, she is the one who is bending to his will. Evelyn had no idea what to make of this reversal of roles. Many threads of gold swayed forward once she leaned in to take the treat, and a hand immediately darted up to take care of the problem. A hint of blue peeked out from under long, thick eyelashes. How is it… she came to be in this position? Never, in a hundred years, could she have foreseen this happening. Merely moments later, a navy blue strap slipped down.

It was just enough to reveal a great deal more of the Princess' ivory skin, the swell of her breasts… and it was enough, too, to see the rosy pink tip of one. Evelyn did not know, however, and she did not realize after enjoying several sweets. After devouring half of the plate, Evelyn finally had to raise a hand and gently stop his from retrieving another, though she could not meet his gaze. "I… I cannot eat another bite. I will not be able to fit into any of my dresses tomorrow, if I were to." Unfortunately, Evelyn has to keep an eye on her figure, else no nobleman or Prince will want to ask for her hand in marriage. "Thank you, though. I enjoyed all the ones I did eat." Evelyn smiled shyly, a leg rising and sliding against his in a way that, done by anyone else, would come across as a silent invitation. "You can have the rest, if you like. I know you told me sweets are a rare treat, but you did very good in your studies today. If you are not interested… just set the plate by the door. A maid will fetch it shortly."
 
Rook's Mistress still appeared so tense at seemingly random times. He noticed how she got flustered from his response about the sweets, and was even more confused when she worried she might have...offended him some how. How could a Pet like him be offended by anything his Mistress says or does? It just wasn't possible. Didn't she know that? One the two of them were on the bed together, there was also a slight bit of tension in her body as he slowly and gently pulled her in close to his right side...however, that tension melted away almost immediately as her face was rested sideways against his chest, and one of her hands rested on his chest by her face to slightly curl into his fur. Yes. This was good. This was perfect. She was finally starting to enjoy the simple cuddling pleasures her Rook could provide! He could never have imagined what was going through Evelyn's head, to him, it was an utter impossibility that he could ever make her bend to his will. Such a thing did not exist! Mistress was always in control, always decided what to do with Pet! He would simply fulfill his duties to the best of his ability, make sure she was as happy as possible.

Even when he started bringing candies up to her mouth, and she leaned forward slightly, causing the shoulder-strap of her nightgown to slip down her arm and reveal more of the swell of her breasts, even a hint of a pink areola, he couldn't imagine her being anything but in full control. Oh, he recognized the appeal of her body of course; she was petite in stature, yet very well-endowed in her feminine assets. He had been trained to appreciate the beauty of the human female body, and even the times he had glimpsed female anthros in training, as attractive as they were, he had always thought the furless were even more attractive. And yet, the thought of enjoying any part of Evelyn's body for himself never crossed his mind. He quite enjoyed female breasts, but what mattered was if his Mistress wanted them to be enjoyed. It wasn't even an unusual idea; plenty of his training Mistresses had loved breast-attention and taught him well how to give it.

So, while very much aware of how Evelyn's body was slightly more revealed, he focused entirely on his task; luxuriously feeding his Mistress treats, one at a time. His right arm remained curled around her back the entire time, with his big, strong, furry hand on her shoulder and always squeezing and rubbing and massaging as she relaxed into the right side of his chest. One by one, he picked up the little candied treats from the plate resting on his solid abdomen, between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, and brought them up to Evelyn's mouth for her to open her lips, allowing him to gently press it into her tongue. With each treat she enjoyed, he made sure to wait until she was done chewing and swallowing completely, encouraging her to take her time and savor every bite, before he picked up the next one. All the while, his solidly muscular, fur-covered body provided a wonderful warm body for her to snuggle tightly against, to just relax in such simple, soothing calmness while he treated her.

After about half the plate was gone, she finally raised a hand to stop him from giving her more, and he complied right away with the gesture before she even spoke. "Of course, Mistress Evelyn. I am glad you enjoyed your treats!" He said warmly and sincerely, even as she slowly drew her leg slightly more up and over his, getting into even more of an intimate position. He didn't have much time to think about that, as she again mentioned him having some of the candies for himself, saying it was a reward for studying well today. He blinked, then looked at the plate quizzically. It was really okay...? Well, it seemed that he had indeed made her properly happy, so he took this to mean he had earned some of it, he supposed. "...Thank you, Mistress Evelyn." He said softly, and started plucking a few candies for himself to snack on, one at a time. He didn't take many, and didn't spend too long on it--the way he moved his arm and nibbled on each piece much quicker than he had fed them to her gave off the impression that there was something better he should be doing, and eating the candies was distracting from it.

After he had eaten a quarter of the plate himself, he finally lifted the tray up from his abdomen and stretched his arm out to place it on the side-table by the bed, without getting up and disturbing Evelyn's cuddling position. He looked back at her with a warm, but sheepish smile. "...Those were...very tasty, Mistress Evelyn, thank you so much, it is such a rare and special reward for a Pet like me..." He said softly, looking into her eyes while she remained rested sideways in his chestfluff. "I...would like to feel even more like I earned it properly..." He said, as slowly, he began leaning his head in closer to hers. His arm around her back squeezed her in just a little tighter, a little closer, as he got his canine-like but humanly-expressive muzzle right up to Evelyn's ear, which he slowly breathed hot, moist air over in a low, husky whisper. "Mistress Evelyn...may I help you to feel...really...really...good?" His words, loaded with unspecified but obviously-themed implication, wafted over her ear before he relaxed his head back again, to be able to see her face and await her answer, with that sincerely-innocent face of his...
 
Evelyn smiled, pleased he decided to partake in the sweet treats as well. Rook did do a very good job learning his letters earlier -especially seeing as how no one thought to teach him when he was younger. Nobility often start to learn when they are barely a year old, just simply because much rests on such small shoulders. It is expected that anyone bearing a family name proves worthy in the eyes of society. A lady must be demure, graceful and poised, a man brave and courageous. Of course there are exceptions to this unspoken rule… but far and few between. Evelyn knows of these expectations all too well. It matters little that she is the youngest of seven, that she may very well never sit upon the throne Mother sits on now. One day, in the near future… there will come a time when she will bow her head and accept the duties and responsibilities of Queen, just in another kingdom, shackled to a man through marriage and obligation. Evelyn blinked as she came to realize she was lost in thought -which happens far more often than she cares to confess- and that he was… hurrying to eat a few of the sweets. What is wrong? Are they not to his liking?

No, it appears he is in a hurry. Why? Is he tired after everything today? Did she push him too far? Evelyn was fixing to sit up, to inquire of his feelings, his thoughts… but she never could summon the words. No, instead… she was struck speechless with the sight of his sheepish smile, which… brought about an odd, sort of… fluttering sensation inside her chest. Heat licked at her cheeks once again. Is this going to happen more often, now? It is not so unusual for her to blush, seeing as how she is… unfortunately, sheltered under the protection of her title, and yet… she finds it hard to believe she is so flustered over a smile. Evelyn had just begun to avert her eyes in an attempt to hide her reaction, however he managed to distract her from doing so. "O-Oh? Ah… I am happy to hear that. You deserve a reward after doing so well today…" Her eyes met his, but she could not bring herself to look away -no matter how much she longed to. It was as though she was held captive, just… not with chains or ropes. There was just… something in Rook's gaze that had her heart beating faster, harder against her rib cage.

Is it hot? Or is it just her? Evelyn's breath caught, and in the absence of oxygen, there was clarity: he intends to introduce her to something else, something… like earlier. Anticipation began brushing ethereal fingertips up and down her spine, leaving a strange tingly sensation behind. Ever so slowly she was pulled closer, and out of an instinct she could not name… her hand slid up to the back of his neck, fingers curling into the soft fur there. Hot, moist breath teased her skin, only intensifying the feeling until it felt as though she was going to be engulfed in flames. "Really… really good?" Evelyn whispered. No, no, no! To partake in such… sexual exploits again would be wrong… would it not? Why is she tempted to do so, then? Has she gone insane? Evelyn looked up into his eyes, and… a moment later, had her gaze intent on the hand held hostage between their bodies. How does she answer him? No? And risk seeing his expression of rejection? Or yes? It had felt good, what he had done to her in the baths… but to indulge in that pleasure not once, but twice in one day?

What other choice does she have? Evelyn knows what will happen if she were to give him something akin to 'no'. Rook will see it as… he not being good enough to serve her, which is not true. The leg looped over his rising, almost in an attempt to curl in on herself, Evelyn nibbled on her lip until the flesh was a dark, rosy pink. It was not long before she lifted a hand, brushing threads of gold behind an ear. Perhaps she should have thought of braiding her hair earlier… so it will not tangle during the dark hours. Evelyn let the tips of her fingers play along her ear, and yet… she could not think of any explanation on why she should tell him no. How could she, as it is? Rook is so eager to please her, to serve her, in any way he can… and… well, he just does not know any different. All he knows is how to do… those naughty, sexual things. It is partly for this reason she wants him to learn how to read, how to write. Much exists beyond the sheets of a noble woman. "I-I suppose… you may…" Evelyn replied at long last, though she could not lift her eyes up to confront the consequences of her… rather reluctant agreement.
 
When Rook thanked Evelyn for the treats, yet again, he watched that delicate pink rosy blush bloom on her cheeks. He was of course well familiar with a female's blush, but it was so strange that it happened so often on Evelyn! Still, blushing usually meant good things, it usually even if not always meant pleasure, so Rook paid it little mind. As well, when Rook had leaned in closer to Evelyn, he certainly felt her hand rising up over the back of his neck, fingers curling into his fur, like her hand that was already still gently clinging to his chest. A gentle ripple went through his groomed-shiny fur at the very pleasant sensation...feeling a woman's fingers clutching into his fur was a very good sign, it meant that she liked to touch him, to feel him! Yes, this was good. His Mistress was cuddled, tenderly fed treats, and now was showing how happy she was in his embrace. These were good things! And of course, after asking his question and leaning back, his Mistress's blush only darkened considerably...although she looked unsure of herself. After a several-moments pause, she finally gave him an answer, one that...didn't seem very confident? Rook wasn't sure why that was. He had already proven how good he could make her feel this morning, hadn't he? Well, if she somehow thought he wouldn't be good enough again...then he would have to be extra-good to make sure she felt satisfied!

Rook's canine face spread into a warm and comforting smile as he slowly nodded. "Okay, Mistress Evelyn...I'll be really good for you..." He said in a smooth, low, calming voice, the kind that resonated lightly in one's chest. Very gently, he reached his hand to her shoulder and start to slowly nudge her around. He liked how her hands were gently grabbing his fur, but with what he was going to do, she would have to let go. He nudged Evelyn until she was laying fully on her back and arms disentangled from him, after which he then lifted himself up a bit and started sliding himself down the bed, more towards Evelyn's legs. The impressively huge anthro-wolf male gradually got onto all fours, while he was down near Evelyn's feet and looking up at her. He knelt back slightly, and slowly reached his hands for Evelyn's ankles. With a reassuring gentleness, those silky-furry yet very strong hands grasped her ankles...then just as slowly began to slide up Evelyn's shins, causing the hem of her nightgown to ride up with his hands. So very tenderly, he rubbed his hands up Evelyn's shins, until they were just below her knees. With the lightest of squeezes, he grasped that part of her legs and, still moving very deliberately slowly, pulled and pushed Evelyn's legs so that she would lift her knees up into the air while dragging her feet on the bed. Once her knees were up into the air a bit...slowly, oh so slowly, he began to push her knees apart, with the hem of her nightgown still just below her knees as the male slave gently opened his Mistress's legs. The whole time, Rook's eyes remained locked on Evelyn's, holding her in a deep and steady gaze.

With her knees up and spread apart, and the hem of her nightgown draped across her knees, this created a little 'cave' out of her nightgown...a 'cave' that Rook then began to slowly lean and duck in towards. Inch by inch, with his eyes still on Evelyn's, Rook lowered his head further, further, further...until he was low enough to disappear his head behind Evelyn's raised-up gown. Rook began shifting his hands again, moving them from the tops of Evelyn's shins to the sides of her knees, and then...slowly, began sliding those soft yet strong furry hands of his along her tender inner thighs. Inch by inch, his hands crept further and further along, until his head was even leaned in enough that his face was starting to press against the nightgown from inside...it must have been such an entertainingly naughty sight, the shape and outline of Rook's head rising up from Evelyn's gown between her spread-open legs! Finally, both his hands reached the crooks of her thighs. Very carefully, he pressed his furry thumbs up into the crooks of Evelyn's thighs, and began to slowly wiggle them around...giving a small massage to those very untouched spots of her body, while his palms remained flatly pressed against her inner thighs, holding her legs open! At the same time, he was close enough to Evelyn's bare groin that she could feel his warm, moist breath slowly and gently wafting over her womanhood!

Rook was intentionally drawing this out, as slowly and sensually as he could...he was a good pet! He would serve his Mistress as best as he could, he would make her feel so many wonderful things! After spending several long moments just...breathing out hot air over Evelyn's slit, getting her nice and warmed up with anticipation...he finally opened his mouth further, stuck out his wide, flat, and very strong tongue, touched it against the bottom of Evelyn's slit...then slooowly dragged his tongue up her womanly folds, giving a single gentle but solid lick to her pussy--with a gently flick of his tongue tip at the top against her clit! He then moved his mouth slightly back, repositioned his tongue at the bottom of her slit...and liiiicked upward again! He moved his mouth, pressed his tongue in, and gave a sloooow lick...he repeated this simple, but very stimulating motion again and again, keeping the pace very leisurely and teasing!
 
Is she going to regret this later-? Evelyn’s heart is already racing, and he has yet to start with whatever he has in mind for tonight’s…. endeavor. Or is it best to call this an experiment? In many ways, it is just that… but it also does not seem to be the right word, either. It just does not fit… just as she does not belong in this position. What is she doing? Why is she not pushing him away? Has she lost her mind? Evelyn’s lips parted, a retraction right on the tip of her tongue… but, as per usual -or so it seems where Rook is involved- the words never left. In that very instant, he managed to steal her breath… and in doing so, robbed her of any way to protest. Dark pink was quick to replace the delicate rose painting her features, a hand instinctively rising to press against her mouth to prevent any embarrassing noises from escaping. Bits and pieces of gold only served to bring out the brilliant blue of her eyes, while the rest spilled out over the pillows as though molten. Rook’s voice is calming, true… but it did little to help. Evelyn bit her lip, the flesh darkening from the harsh treatment. Her other hand dug into the sheets, and yet it was not overly long before she jerked upright. What is he doing? Just what does he plan to do-?! A hand ever so gently nudged her back down… leaving her vulnerable to whatever he intends to do. For some reason… it had her skin tingling with something akin to… anticipation? Is that it?

Rook’s hands sliding up her shins sent a shiver right down her spine… which had heat pooling low inside her belly just moments later. It did not help that silk had begun to slide along her skin in a way she can only describe as a… a sensual caress… one she has never paid too much attention to before now. Evelyn’s eyes went wide when he pushed and pulled her legs, making it to where her knees were up and her heels dug into the blanket. “N-No, wait-! Rook-!” It is difficult to breathe, to think straight. It almost feels as though her head is spinning… but why? Held captive in a deep, emerald gaze… always steady on hers, Evelyn could not offer any more words. Both of her hands had, somehow or another, ended up curled against her chest… though, she had no explanation as to the reason behind it. Come to think of it, Rook is several times bigger than she is… and, more than likely, a great deal stronger. It would be silly to conceive the possibility of pushing him away. Evelyn closed her eyes, thus, rendering her sight useless… and yet… it did not occur to her that in doing so, she heightens all her other senses. “Nnn…” How -no, a better question is why? Why does it feel good to have his thumb rub the intimate inside of her thighs? Is it because she herself has never done so before? “Aah…” No, wait. Why is he breathing on-? It is so moist, so… so warm… What is he going to do? Why can she barely keep still? Evelyn did not realize that she was squirming so much, not until just now. More electricity playing down her spine… teasing places that she had no idea were so sensitive, Evelyn licked at her dry lips… just to bite at the bottom once again.

All of a sudden, Rook robbed her of every scrap of oxygen she captured in her lungs just moments prior. No, no; it was as abrupt as that, but it certainly felt as though it was. A hand darted up to clutch onto something, anything, and yet… it came to press against her mouth before very long, to muffle any embarrassing noises that may dare try escaping. Evelyn kept her eyes squeezed tight the entire time. What prompted him to do this-? Honestly, she was under the impression he may give her a massage to help her relax… Bits and pieces of hair tickled her cheek and jaw when she moved her head, offering but a small distraction. It did little to divert her attention from the foreign new sensation Rook’s tongue inflicted upon her… or the heat, small, but slowly and steadily rising. Has he set her ablaze somehow-? No, what a ridiculous thought. Of course he has not. Evelyn twisted above him, toes curling into the sheets… hips jerking up every so often without her knowledge. A moan slipped free, unbidden, which lingered in the semi-silence like a gossamer veil, fragile and translucent. Under normal circumstances, Evelyn would hide her face from view, not to mention flee the room… but in the presence of such pleasure, she could not do so. “Aaah…” Another broke loose and, bright blue just barely visible under long, thick lashes… her hand shakily moved down to hold onto his shoulder. Nails dug in, not to the point of pain, but the bittersweet pleasure such slight pain can bring.

Every lick had her hips arching up off the bed… and it was not long until evidence of her arousal could be seen dripping down onto the sheets, could be tasted on the tip of his tongue. Sweat began to bead Evelyn’s flushed skin, several tracing along curves he has yet to explore with hands or mouth. “R-Rook…” she breathed, his name pulled apart into two syllables. “Oooh…” Is this going to result in the same euphoria that she experienced earlier? Is it wrong some small part of her… wants it to? Evelyn’s nails dug in deeper into his shoulder, just to relax moments later, fingers sliding through his soft, thick fur. How does Mother do it? Aveline? Lillas? Speak of these innermost carnal desires and urges so… blatantly, without an ounce of embarrassment or shame? They make it seem so easy… Heart beating impossibly fast against her ribs, Evelyn twisted her head -this time, to hide her blush, not that he was looking at her that very moment. It just seemed better to hide from these new feelings, rather than confront them.
 
Rook kept close, careful attention on Evelyn right up until his head went under her gown. Her every blush, her every breath, he paid attention to as he sensually made his way down to her legs, moved his hands along them, and then made his way back up. She was still acting much the same way she had been so far, appearing somehow...hesitant? Unsure? Rook felt he was starting to get used to his Mistress, though. She acted quite differently than any of the Training Mistresses he had been passed around, but even all his past Training Mistresses were different from each other, which was the point of that part of his education; his future Mistress would be unique and he would have to adapt to her. Which was why, as he kept his emerald gaze firmly fixed on her face as he began lowering his head down towards her gown with her knees pulled up into the air, he hesitated for just a moment when he heard Evelyn's whispered stammer...but only for a moment. His heart clenched strongly at the implied command, his first impulse was to immediately obey, to back off and cease immediately. But he had to adapt to his Mistress.

He had gotten to know her a fair bit, even in such a short time. She didn't seem to know what she wanted from a proper pet-slave. But, every time he had provided once of his services to her, he could tell she had always enjoyed it, even if she had strange ways of showing it. She had already given him permission for this. And while normally he would have obeyed even the faintest hint otherwise...he could tell, that Evelyn was not truly sincere about it. In fact, it vaguely reminded Rook of the times when he was trained--under limited circumstances--to beg and plead his Training Mistresses to stop whatever ways they were playing with him, while they would continue anyway. It was intended to not be "genuine", just part of a game that some hypothetical Mistress might like to play. Rook had never experienced the same situation in reverse, but...it was what this situation reminded him of. Plus, the fact that it seemed what his true Mistress needed was simply...proof, of what he could do for her. That she would enjoy it, and should want more of it. So, even though, while he was looking directly into Evelyn's eyes and momentarily paused at her stammered "No, wait!"...

Rook just whispered back, "Ssshhhhh...relax, Mistress Evelyn, it's okay...", then his head then continued dipping down until it vanished under her gown, and he continued moving on.

And things proceeded quite well from there. With his head now covered in the darkness of Evelyn's down, Rook could pay even closer attention to touch and sound, feeling the way Evelyn's thigh-muscles flexed and twitched under his fingers, could hear the little moan-sounds she made as he used his thumbs to massage sensitive spots. And when he began with his tongue...her gasps, her heavier moans, the way he could tell her back was arching, the way her hips bucked lightly every time he administered his tongue to her sweet nethers...And most of all, the way she heavily breathed out his name, and how her hands grabbed his shoulders, and her fingers dug into his fur. His Mistress was feeling exceptional pleasure. It wasn't too often, but over the course of his years of training there were plenty of times the old Training Mistresses wanted Rook to get rough with them, to 'overwhelm' them...and he learned to love the feeling of their fingers raking his back, because it meant he was doing very well! This was one of the lightest things he could possibly so other than just use his fingers directly, and yet, Evelyn was already gripping his broad, furry shoulders in a way that he associated with deeply enjoyable feelings.

So he kept going. He felt every pleasured squirm of his Mistress' body with how his hands gripped her inner thighs and kept them pinned spread apart, as he slowly slurped his tongue up her slit again and again, tasting more and more of her sweet arousal every time. He remained highly attuned to her reactions, and even though he was still going slow and easy, was subtly and carefully timing and measuring each lick of his tongue for maximum effect, to keep Evelyn 'high' with pleasure, to keep her unable to 'ground' herself from the pleasure, in a good way. Every lick was delivered right when it would affect her the most, based on what he could hear of her inhales and exhales--he kept her exhaling far more than inhaling, he actually worked to keep her breathless on purpose.

And soon...he went further. Instead of just licking Evelyn's outer folds, after several more stroking licks while she was still twitchy and out-of-breath...he then set his flat, strong tongue carefully at the center of her womanhood, and pushed in. That firm, strong, wet muscle of his wriggled into Evelyn's most private place, filling the space between her folds. He didn't get in very deep, of course; she still had her barrier of virginity, which Rook would not break until and unless she asked him to. But he did fit as much of his tongue inside as he could...and started swirling around. His mouth was also semi-open and hovering right in front of her pussy, and his hot breath washed over her groin again and again. Her pleasure was flowing quite readily on his tongue, the sweet nectar of a woman always such a delectable treat. He was still feeling her responses, keeping close attention to the way her body was reacting...he gradually worked his tongue around more and more inside her, working diligently to bring her to that beautiful peak of pleasure...
 
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