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Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

No, wait. 'Relax'? How does he expect her to do just that, when he is making her experience… well, all of this? Evelyn pressed the back of her fist up against her mouth, as to once again stifle yet another embarrassing noise. It is very strange, his ability to bring out this side of her… one she has never seen herself before now. Every inch of her body… is attuned to the feeling of his hands on her thighs, how his breath is teasing her intimate flesh… how his tongue is delving so very deep. How is it that his attention has her in a state of reverence? It is almost as though… he cast a spell over her… Do all slaves know witchcraft? Another gasp ripped free of her lips, this time leaving her unable to breathe -much less speculate any further. Evelyn knew, without a doubt, that she is at her most vulnerable, and yet… she could not bring herself to break away. Heat licked at her features anew, but it was nothing in comparison to the fires threatening to consume her from within. At this point in time, Evelyn was having to bite her knuckle in order to not produce any more noises she may come to regret later… not that it is working very well.

An impulse began to swell, however… born of desire, but also, stifled by self-restraint. No, no, no! I cannot do such a thing! How dare I think of doing-! Evelyn’s eyes -a startling shade of blue under the persuasion of newly discovered desire- locked onto him when he spoke, only to close moments later as pleasure assaulted her body once again… as it rendered her incapable of thought. “Aah…” she breathed at one point or another, quivering under his tongue like a leaf powerless to the whims of nature. Evidence dripped, not just down the young lady’s thighs but onto the newly washed silks, hot and sticky. Surely in the morning her maids will notice, being that it has never happened before, and gossip will spread like wildfire. Every so often her hips rolled into his tongue, subconsciously begging for more of the attention only he has provided her as of yet. Evelyn’s breathing quickened; her toes curling while her nails bit into his shoulders, nearly painfully. It was somehow then, between one breath and the next, during a moment of clarity, that she wondered: why do men and women alike crave this, when it pushes one to the brink of insanity?

Of course, Evelyn had no hope of answering her own question… nor will she think to ask anyone else it later on. A great tidal wave was swelling inside, one that would break and crash and erode her misconceptions.

Evelyn’s hand moved right then, to hold onto one of Rook’s that was keeping her legs spread so widely apart. It is unlikely she will have the strength -or the courage- to do as she is thinking of doing, thus… the only choice she has is to embarrass herself further. “R-R-Rook.” His name was but a gasp, though she had an unimaginably difficult time saying that much. Evelyn kept her eyes averted, focusing on nothing so she may not see his reaction… or bear witness to further shame. “I-I… I want you to touch me.” Oh no, what has she done? Is there any way to reverse the hands of time? Evelyn licked her lips, finding that she is dying of thirst. “P-Please… I…” Evelyn began nibbling on her lip next, struggling to locate her next words. Just what, exactly, is she trying to say? Her heart beating wildly against her rib cage, nearly knocking the breath out of her lungs, Evelyn decided to cover her face instead of continuing on.
 
Rook was quite pleased with his decision to continue on for the sake of his Mistress, as Mistress Evelyn was giving him many glorious signs of her pleasure. His attempts at keeping her breathless were working with how she kept trying to gasp for air, even when she lifted one hand from his shoulder to press her fist over her own mouth. Her muffled mewls sounded even cuter! He wasn't aware of the war going on in her head...but he continued to taste the wonderful sweetness of her arousal as he slurped his tongue against her feminine folds again and again. He made sure to lick up as much of it as he could, his Mistress' nectar being a special reward for him, so that very little of it dripped down and was wasted on the sheets. But that wouldn't matter much longer, as her hand returned to clawing at his shoulder while he kept her thighs pinned down and very spread-out with his strong, furry hands...

With Evelyn's nightgrown having rode up to her waist, so that Rook's face was visible as he feasted upon her womanhood, he flicked his eyes upwards over the heaving swells of her own generous bust to see her glittering eyes looking at him when he felt one of her hands go from his shoulder to his wrist. He heard her say his name, so shakey with pleasure, yet another thing that was as good for Rook as any praise...and then he heard her request, which made his eyes blink once, although his tongue continued steadily working between her damp folds. She wasn't quite specific on what she wanted, but Rook had also been trained to be able to figure out what to do on ambiguous cues from his training mistresses, so Rook had to guess here what exactly he should do. Here, he figured that by 'touching her', she meant she wanted him to use his fingers instead of his tongue to work her off...which surprised him, but only for a brief second. If that was what Mistress Evelyn wanted more, then doing that would make him happy!

With wet smacking sounds, Rook pulled his head up from Evelyn's pussy, licking his lips with his powerful tongue for a moment as he smiled warmly at her over her own breasts. "Of course, Mistress Evelyn~!" He rumbled out softly as he then shifted his hands from Evelyn's thighs to the bed so he could prop himself up...and start crawling forward, bringing more of his bulk over top of Evelyn. And, once again, giving her a sudden reminder of just how enormous he was in comparison to her, as it only took a second for his broad chest to almost fill her view as he held himself up on his hands over her body! He looked down at her, still giving her his kind, warm smile...as he then lowered himself down slightly to the side, resting his right shoulder on the bed just beside Evelyn on her left side, and slid his left arm back down between Evelyn's legs...

Rook cupped his right hand around the back of Evelyn's neck to comfort her, as his huge silky-furry hand slid over Evelyn's well-moistened slit. Smoothly settling right back into the rhythm he had set up, he started stroking his index and middle fingertips up and down Evelyn's folds...as he then dipped his head down, and firmly nuzzled into Evelyn's neck. "Mmmm, here you go, Mistress Evelyn...please enjoy~..." He rumbled out, his voice reverberating right on Evelyn's neck as he nuzzled lower...all while those furry fingertips just massasged the outer folds of Evelyn's already-wet pussy!

But he didn't stay at that level for long...his nuzzling snout went lower and lower, down Evelyn's collarbone, until he reached the neckline of her nightgown. The hem of her gown was bunched up all around her waist to expose everything below her hips...and now, Rook casually nudged his snout down into Evelyn's dress, pushing the neckline down enough to cause her excellently plump breasts to immediately spill out! In the next moment, Rook's mouth was licking again, lapping over Evelyn's breasts...until he found one of her nipples, and he wiggled his tongue directly on it! Down below, his fingers changed, instead of stroking her outer folds with two fingers, he slipped his index fingertip between them and started stroking Evelyn inside, much like he had done for her in the baths earlier! And then, very carefully, in a way intended to stimulate...Rook very lightly teethed onto Evelyn's exposed nipple, giving it a few tiny, gentle, not painful yet shocking bites on the sensitive nub! And finally...his thumb went down to begin delivering the final blow, and started rubbing right into Evelyn's clit while he stroked his finger inside her pussy, over her virginal barrier.

"Please cum, Mistress Evelyn..." Rook whispered out deeply as he nuzzled his snout back up to her neck. "This is your pleasure...I know you are so close...it's okay...you can let it go...you can let everything go...enjoy yourself and feel good..." His voice continued to whisper out to her, as he firmly worked his finger and thumb on Evelyn's pussy and clit, pushing her towards the climax that had been building up!
 
“N-N-No, wait-!” Did he misunderstand? Evelyn’s heart hit against her rib cage when he pulled up from between her spread legs, his smile earnest and warm -as were his eyes, the lovely depths glistening like a pair of emeralds in the dying candlelight. Just what is it about this male that makes her feel like this-? Is it because he has no other choice but to respect her wishes, to follow her every command? Or is it his genuine sincerity? Evelyn was torn free of such thoughts as Rook crawled over her, the shadow playing over intimate curves he had exploited only hours earlier… and, strangely enough, where she craved his touch more than anything. A shiver shot down her spine, quick as lightning. In the aftermath… heat sank into her bones anew, but far more… ravenous than the flames prior. It was… arousing to be in the presence of someone so much bigger than she. Is that odd? Is it just as odd that she… rather likes the idea of him being the one in control instead?

Alas, it shall never be. Rook has been taught from a very young age to… be submissive, to subject himself to the whims of his Mistress… which is ironic, seeing as how he had the misfortune of having her, of all people. How could he be so unlucky-? Evelyn lifted her chin when his hand slid through her hair, the fingers gentle on the back of her neck… their eyes meeting once again. It brought about this reaction where… her mouth went completely and totally dry. How is that possible? In an attempt to prevent it from getting any worse, Evelyn licked her lips… but in doing so, it brought to mind the question of what it may be like… to kiss this new slave. More than likely, Rook will be gentle, letting her take the lead… however, it may do little to douse the flames burning away at her inside. Evelyn shook as his other hand delved down between her legs, to stroke at her… and at the flames. A breathy sort of sigh left her lips unbidden, and a hand was bold enough to lift when he dipped his head down to nuzzle into her neck. It felt so right to grip onto his fur, to arch up off the bed… to pull him in closer, despite the fact he is as close as he is going to be.

“Ooooh…” It did not last long, much to her relief and satisfaction. Evelyn let her head fall back when warmth teased along her collarbones, having lost the strength to pretend to have any dignity left. Her breasts spill out, free of the silken prison that is her nightgown, however the heat of his tongue just about had every thought melting away. “Yes!” This is what she was secretly wanting, and lacked the courage to voice. It was curiosity that gave birth to the idea, but it was sweet, exquisite pleasure that prompted her to arch further up off the duvet, to pull him closer and to spread her legs wider. Another moan escaped, only for more to follow shortly afterwards. Evelyn was lost, rocking her hips up into his thrusting fingers… striving towards the same glorious… but also terrifying release, liquid trickling down with every embarrassingly loud squelch.

Every inhibition is gone. It was as though inferiority had no place here, not between their bodies, in her heart… or the naughty thoughts spurred on with this new development. Every little bite on her nipples sent electricity down her spine. Of course Rook was very careful to not bite too hard… and yet, here she is… pondering what it may be like if he did. At this point, muscles began to spasm without her permission… convulsing, even. It was difficult to breathe, to catch her breath… to control herself at all. Evelyn was making lewd noises, soft little mews and cries which, under different circumstances, would make her wish to disappear.

Cum? Must he say such things aloud? As embarrassing as it is to hear… it was also the very thing that pushed her over the edge. Evelyn cried out, nearly every inch of her body pressing into his in a desperate attempt to ride it out as long as possible. Lots of sticky substance gushed down her thighs, dripping onto her blankets. Her hand clamped down on his neck harder than before, fingernails digging into the skin underneath all that soft, luxurious fur. It was not until a good minute or two later that she finally could relax, exhausted after everything. There is no doubt she will sleep well tonight. A long, shuddering sigh left her lips… and, eyes glassy, Evelyn dared to look up at the slave. “Do… Do you need-?” Evelyn spoke, the words breathless and no louder than a whisper. “Do you require any attention yourself?” Oh! How did she manage to say that without any stuttering? Drops of sweat clung to her skin like diamonds, glistening ever so faintly upon ivory. Bits and pieces of gold were plastered to her neck and shoulders, but a few were stuck to her cheeks as well.
 
Yet again, as he rose up from under her dress to crawl over her, Mistress Evelyn seemed to try to voice some denial of what she had just asked for, and it almost made Rook stop...but he was getting better at reading her desires, he thought. She had just asked for him to touch her, and this wasn't the first time she had uttered little stammered words of negation...but he could hear how there was no conviction in her words, no sincerity in her tone. It was an odd reflex, not an actual, conscious request. This was somewhat dangerous territory for him to be treading as a Pet, but he was certain that he could tell when she was actually serious if she wanted him not to do something. But here, in the heat of the moment, he could tell now that there was no genuine thought in that brief reflexive utterance. That was part of what made a good Pet, being able to adapt to his Mistress' unspoken desires, to read the truth of what she wanted beyond mere words. So, tail wagging happily, he continued with everything without hesitation, what a good Pet should for his Mistress; make her feel good.

And after that initial reflex, Rook only received complete and total vindication that he was doing the right thing. Once he started nuzzling into her neck, and especially began stroking his finger between her legs, he was rewarded with her deep sighs and cooing moans of clear enjoyment. But most of all, he felt her hands cling into the fur of his broad, muscular chest, he felt her arch her body up closer to him! These things all told Rook the truth of his Mistress' desires, and more than anything, the feeling of her clinging and pressing to him brought him soul-deep satisfaction. This was what he had been taught to crave more than anything else; the feeling of his Mistress' body desiring his own. When he moved on to loosen and lower the neckline of her nightgown to expose her breasts for him to tease, he was rewarded with intensified sensations of Evelyn's body clinging to his own. Sadly, he had no way of knowing about those brief thoughts flitting through Evelyn's mind of her wishing he take more control, that he be less gentle, not without any tells from Evelyn that he was learning to read...but, he understood her enough for now. And then, finally, at last...he heard that most wonderful sound, the sound he was taught to understand as the most beautiful sound in the world even before he ever heard it; the sound of his true Mistress' orgasm.

The feeling of her desire intensified yet again, too; the faint sting of her digging her nails into his skin beneath his fur was nothing but thrilling. His thick swooshy tail was wagging frantically...Rook couldn't withstand it...where Evelyn could neither see nor feel yet, Rook's manhood had once again emerged from its semi-concealing tuft of fur to full, proud attention. He made sure that he held his hips in such a way that it did not brush against Evelyn though, even with how she squirmed and pressed to him. And when she finally collapsed back down, gasping for breath, bare breasts heaving up so delightfully, distant-eyed, with so much wonderful wet mess on his hand and between her legs...he focused on her with keen attentiveness when she began to speak to him. The way her skin was faintly glistening in the darkness with sweat was beautiful, the mussed-up look of her hair was divine, all combined with the undeniably pleasured expression on her face was the exquisite evidence of her sexual activity and release. Her question, however, mildly surprised Rook. He blinked and looked at her with a slight tilt of his head, ears flicked forward and tail paused...that adorable canine quizzical expression as he considered.

But only just a moment, before his ears relaxed, his tail started wagging again, and a warm smile spread across his humanly-expressive canine muzzle. "Rook needs only what Mistress wants to give. If Mistress Evelyn is happy, Rook is happy. If it would make Mistress Evelyn happy to give Rook attention, Rook will gladly take any kind." He said in his smooth, sultry voice, before he dipped his head in again to nuzzle into Evelyn's neck under her chin, lightly kissing and licking as he gave her the very canine form of affection. He knew she was probably ready to sleep now, however, so he also began gently moving his hands under her body, lightly scooping her up and nudging her, as he slowly rolled onto his back.

Gently, Rook ended up on his back on the bed, and pulled Evelyn up with him. With her breasts spilling out of the lowered-neckline front of her nightgown, and the front of the skirt part riding up to her hips, Rook slid Evelyn's body around until she was laying face-down on his chest, able to use his fluffy, firmly-muscled body as her bed. Her wetness had soaked the sheets a little underneath himself, but he was very well accustomed to resting with the feeling of sexual fluids everywhere, so it didn't bother him in the slightest. All that mattered was that Evelyn felt good enough to rest. He also made sure to keep his hips maneuvered in such a way that, as he moved her on top of himself, her legs missed bumping his stiff rod. If she wanted to seek it out, she could at any time, but Rook was trained not to bother her with it himself unless she asked. And so, with deep tenderness, Rook gently brushed the back of his furry knuckles across the side of Evelyn's face, giving her more soothing feelings, before he then carefully slid both arms around her back and draped them over her, powerful and heavy and large and furry, making them into a nice 'blanket' over her back while her head could rest on his fluffy chest and neck. "All ready for Mistress Evelyn to rest now..." He said softly, his voice making a comforting rumble in his chest under her head, as his heart thudded steadily and strongly.
 
Exhaustion swept in quick, and yet Evelyn kept it at bay -albeit barely. Is this what is going to happen every time they-? No, wait. Just considering the question implies this is going to happen again… Evelyn’s lips parted with the beginnings of a question, but it turned to ash when the licking and nuzzling began. A shiver shot down her spine, not unlike lightning. As good as it felt… and as tempting as it is to ask for more of his… attention… the prospect of sleep was more alluring. Evelyn’s eyes had already started to close, but it was Rook’s irresistibly soft fur that gently nudged her over the invisible line between the realms of awareness and slumber, that had her body snuggling closer in pursuit of the exquisite, luxurious warmth he had to offer. It was at long last her lips parted… though under the influence of a sigh. Golden strands clung to her flushed features still, only serving to emphasize the pastel pink painted across her cheeks, how her lips are pouty but not ridiculously so. Any man would do the impossible to earn a kiss from this Princess, were she more confident and not always comparing herself to her older sisters.

“Mm…” It did not take long for sleep to sweep her away in a blissful dream, one of which she will not remember a fragment of in the morning. It was a deep sleep, where she will feel… surprisingly reinvigorated when it comes time to wake. It did help she was being… cuddled within a pair of arms, not just incredibly soft but just as incredibly strong. It is strange, though - it feels as if she is forgetting something… but what? Evelyn did stir every now and then, plagued with the question, but it was not but a handful of minutes before she relaxed, nestled in the soft fur of his chest. How is it that his heart is a lullaby? Hours pass, some punctuated with bird song or with a cool, refreshing breeze. A maid may have come in to fetch the tray from early, and yet neither the mistress or servant woke. Lavender light touched the horizon upon dawn’s arrival, only for a beautiful, hazy green to follow suit. In the distance, noise echoed forth from the kitchen, pans and pots banging, people moving about in preparation of breakfast. Evelyn released a yawn, eyes fluttering as her senses were assaulted -and way too early, in her humble opinion. A hand lifted to rub away the remnants of sleep, but it did little to dispel the grogginess. “Just another minute…” Evelyn murmured under her breath, but alas, it was not meant to be. A languid stretch had her arching above him.

As to be expected, it was several heartbeats before Evelyn realized the position she was in. Her first initial reaction was, of course, embarrassment… and yet, why was that? In retrospect, it should not be surprising anymore, given everything they have done together in a span on… what? A day or two? Rook has seen more, and touched more, of her body than anyone has before, so to be on top of him throughout the night? Mm. Evelyn bit her lip, eyes roaming over Rook’s sleeping features. It seems he is having… peaceful dreams. A few strands of brilliant gold swaying forward and obscuring her view, Evelyn reached up to take care of this… all while thinking over the events that have transpired as of late. Heat began to coil within her, languid and slow. Is this what it is going to be like from now on? Fingers trailed down, tracing the curve of her throat, just to linger where her nipple had already peaked through the silk of her nightgown. No. Wait. Is she-?! Evelyn normally would be doubting and questioning not just her actions, but her thoughts as well… but a fog seems to have rolled in… making it difficult to make rational decisions. It was easy to free her breasts, to let the crisp morning lap at her skin… to entertain some naughty possibilities to engage in.

Does she dare-? It is… so very tempting, but to wake Rook would be rude… especially with her own selfish desires. A hand reached out to brush through the soft fur of his chest… to admire the firm muscle hiding just underneath. Evelyn cupped her breast using her other hand, fingers ever so gently pinching the nipple. A gasp escaped her lips when shivers shot down her spine, only serving to feed the heat residing down below. “Ooh…” How did Rook gain muscle like this? Did… Did he have to undergo vigorous training? No, no. That does not sound right. Evelyn’s hand roamed further south, rising and falling with every breath. As ignorant as she is in the ways of… intimacy, curiosity propelled her to continue on, despite the confusion and shame threatening to bubble up.

“Rook,” Evelyn whispered. “How do I handle this heat-? How do I bank the flames that are…” Evelyn let her words drift away, for it is not as though he can hear the questions she dare not speak. What is she to do, then? Continue to explore her body, and, ultimately, be ashamed when she is met with failure? Or does she wake Rook in the hope that he will… indulge her?
 
With the faint rays of moonlight streaming in through the windows of Evelyn's room, Rook felt as comfortable and content as he ever had, what with having his Mistress laying on his chest, wrapped in his arms, and slowly drifting off to sleep. He listened carefully to her every breath, he felt every faint pulse of her own small heartbeat through her pillowy chest as she rested against him, with the side of her face nuzzling into the fur of his pectorals. The faint rise and fall of pressure in her delightfully squishy and exceptionally well-endowed breasts against his chest with her every breath was wonderfully pleasant. But most of all, he was happy for how relaxed he could feel that she was. With his burly, muscular, furry arms draped over her back, he felt every drop of tension slowly melt out of her body as her breathing continued to slow down, with occasional little murmurs. This was what Rook was trained his whole life to seek: his Mistress' happiness and comfort, whatever form that might take. And so, once her breathing had slowed enough that he was certain she had fallen fully into a restful slumber, he slowly closed his eyes with his head tilted back against the bed, and a warm smile of satisfaction spread over his muzzle as his own breathing gradually slowed, bringing him to the land of dreams himself.

*****

Rook's sleep was just as restful and peaceful as Evelyn's, perhaps even moreso, now that Rook felt he was truly doing good at making his Mistress feel happy. Through the night, he barely shifted at all, trained as he was to sleep motionlessly for however his training Mistresses had him. Still, his body was deeply relaxed, such that once Evelyn began to stir above him and arched her back under his draping arms, his arms easily shifted, then slid down to the bed at his sides to uncover Evelyn's back as she lifted herself up. Normally, Rook would have awakened right away at sensing activity from his Mistress, but he was in such a deep sleep from finally bringing his Mistress proper happiness last night, that he remained asleep for now.

As Evelyn straddled upright over Rook's waist, his leaned-back head had an expression of relaxed closed eyes and an equally relaxed, very slightly smiling muzzle. Under Evelyn, his chest rose and fell very slowly with his calm, deep breaths. His fur was of course as soft and warm as ever, and the muscles underneath comfortably thick and firm, as Evelyn ran one of her hands through his chest. Still, he did not wake, even as Evelyn used her other hand to explore her own body, inexperienced in trying to bring herself pleasure...but as she pondered over the decision of whether or not to wake him and shifted atop his waist, suddenly, she felt something VERY firm prod at her backside! And when she turned around, she would make a new discovery...

The big tuft-bulge of fur made it quite easy to forget, but now Evelyn would surely never forget again; her Pet was naked. With natural 'morning wood', part of Rook's body had woken up before he did. Now protruding and parting through the tuft of fur, Rook's malehood was fully extended and on display. It was a huge, long, girthy, boiling-red-skinned pole of meat, with the surface visibly webbed with live veins. The tip was mostly tapered, and nearer to the base was a bulbous extra-thick segment. Beneath that, between his slightly-spread thighs and also now revealed from the tuft-bulge of fur, were two apple-sized orbs encased in a sack of furry skin. For the first time, it was all out in the open for Evelyn to see and study.

The brushing against his manhood had also finally triggered enough sensation in Rook, that his consciousness gradually stirred and his eyes slowly opened without the rest of his body moving. His mind soon took stock of his situation; laying down, arms at his sides, with the weight of his Mistress over his belly. His head tilted forward slightly, eyes open to see Evelyn turned around to look at...ah, of course, he was 'awake'. If Mistress was finding it on her own, without him being in the middle of focusing on her pleasure, then what Rook was supposed to do was let her enjoy the sight, much as his training Mistresses taught him how to do, to present himself for their visual inspection. Still, he needed to let Evelyn know he was awake. "Good morning, Mistress Evelyn." He rumbled softly, with his usual gentle smile on his face. "Are you finding...me, pleasing this morning? What would you like me to do for you?"
 
Ah! Evelyn felt the heat of humiliation wash over her features anew, and yet… a morbid curiosity had her looking back to see just what, exactly, had poked her. For some reason, it slipped her mind that men have… penises. Father and Mother have delved into the subject of intercourse, sparing no details… but she did everything in her power not to absorb any of that information back then. “Am I imagining it-?” she whispered. No, definitely not. How could she? This is the first time she has ever set eyes on the real thing. Illustrations are nothing in comparison. Are they always so… big? Evelyn was halfway tempted to take a closer inspection, only… to do so risked waking Rook. To face him in this position would be way too embarrassing-! Perhaps it is better to crawl off and pretend as though nothing happened…? It was then that she realized she had been holding her breath, with a hand curled into a fist between her breasts meekly. Evelyn released it at long last, and just as she was about to move… when…

“Good morning, Mistress Evelyn.”

“Eek!”

Of course… a rather undignified squeak erupted forth. Almost immediately, Evelyn’s hands flew up to hide her expression from view… though, it did little good. In fact, unbeknownst to her, it only served to bring out the blue of her eyes, so like a pair of precious gemstones, and the red painting the tips of her ears. “I-I apologize, I did not mean to wake you-!” Evelyn blurted out, closing her eyes right then. It was at that moment the meaning of his words sank in, making her consider the implications. Does she? Find him pleasing, that is. Does she want him to do anything? Ever so slightly she lowered her hands… thinking.

Part of her wanted to deny it… and yet… how could she when, deep down, she knows the truth?

Nibbling on her lip, Evelyn struggled to make herself speak up. The words kept getting stuck in her throat, the syllables jagged and sharp. A hand nervously played with a few pieces of wayward hair. “I… I do not know,” she confessed on a soft sigh. “I do not know… nor do I understand… I… I do not know if I want you to do anything… I just… All I do know is that… I have this strange… heat…” Evelyn’s words disintegrated as embarrassment sank in again, which had her words fade to a whisper.
 
Rook blinked, but wasn't that surprised when Evelyn gave a startled squeak in response to him speaking up. He was starting to learn that this was common with his Mistress, though wasn't sure if there was anything he should or even could do to help with it. It was at least very cute how one of her hands flew up to cover her mouth as her face reddened sharply, bringing a rather pleasing contrast to the sapphires of her eyes. At her apology however, his smile only softened even further as he brought a hand to gently rub up Evelyn's spine. "There is nothing for you to apologize for, Mistress Evelyn, it is morning and I should be awake. I should apologize for not waking up sooner." He said in his silky, soothingly steady voice. Rook was coming to understand his strange Mistress better, that she simply -- as unfathomable as it was to him at first -- did not know that whatever desires she had were proper, that she was in control and could have whatever she wanted. Rook had never been trained to help a Mistress accept herself, but he was trained to be adaptable, and so adapting he was.

And speaking of desires, Rook listened attentively as his Mistress attempted to explain, in halting words lacking confidence, that she didn't know what she wanted from him, and just felt 'heat'...and Rook had been taught everything about arousal and urges. It just seemed his Mistress needed help recognizing her own. With his one hand still rubbing her back, Rook slowly brought his other hand up towards Evelyn's face, and very tenderly brushed the backs of his softly furry knuckles against the side of her face. "What you are feeling...is desire, Mistress Evelyn." Rook said in a reassuring voice, so soft as to almost be whispering. "All living things desire...and it is not just our minds, but our bodies, too. It is entirely natural for your body to have desires of its own. Maybe...you might find you like it better if you listen to your body, listen to the heat...listen to what it wants..."

Rook's hand that had stroked the side of Evelyn's face then slowly rubbed over her shoulder, traveled down her arm, and finally, his large and muscular hand rested over her tiny and delicate one. He was not daring to make any sort of decision for her, just helping her with what she needed...so, with sensual tenderness, he guided Evelyn's hand back down...until her hand was brought to rest lightly on his burning-hot manhood, all while he kept his deep green eyes fixed on her blue jewels. "This belongs to you, Mistress Evelyn...explore it...discover what you want from it...and remember..." Rook's other hand on Evelyn's back then slid further down, until his hand was cupping her soft rump, and sliding one furry finger further down between her thighs from behind. At the same time, he also parted his lips, allowed his tongue to gradually roll out, then slowly licked seductively around his lips. All this to remind Evelyn of what his hands and his mouth could do. "...the rest of me remains ready to provide for any desire you may have, too..."
 
A spark of something akin to awareness prickled along Evelyn's skin… which only served to ignite the flames crackling just underneath further. Is she to burn up under the intensity of the heat? Is this what it feels like to desire something so fiercely-? Evelyn could not help but relish the feeling of his fingertips stroking along her spine… and yet, the caress of his knuckles against her cheek surprised her. It was just such a sweet and tender gesture… one she did not anticipate taking place right then and there. A flutter went off inside her, leaving behind butterflies that no amount of coaxing could banish. Rook’s voice has a way of making her feel… safe, as if it truly is alright to feel this desire, this… hunger. Evelyn unconsciously began to nibble on her lip when his hand rubbed over her shoulder, not sure what to anticipate. It was, of course, not long until her questions were provided answers, his hand sliding over hers down below. What does he plan on doing? Nervous beyond words, Evelyn closed her eyes, expecting… well, she was not sure. What could be the worst that could happen, given the circumstances?

Only a heartbeat later, curiosity had Evelyn opening her eyes once again… her breath taken away at the sight of unwavering emerald. Heat licked along the skin of her palm, and she had no doubt as to what it was. “I-It… belongs to me?” she whispered, incredulous, shocked… and above all else, tempted. What would it feel like to… rub it? To stroke it? What would Rook like her to do? Evelyn blushed darker due to her thoughts, though anxiety and embarrassment did not dispel the hunger, not one inkling. A breathless gasp ripped free of her lips as the hand upon her back ventured south… a finger sliding to where she was aching, no, dying to be touched. Unconsciously, she arched her back, a silent plea of what could happen to happen between he and her. Bright blue, dark with desire, focused on his… drinking in his words and the meaning behind each and every one.

N-No, wait! This is happening too fast… and not fast enough. Oooh! It is infuriating to be clinging onto the ledge of sanity, when down below promises bliss, the likes of which she has had only a taste of. Evelyn trembled above him, eyes intent on his lips, on his tongue… a frustrated moan bubbling up from deep within her throat. “R-Rook…” Does she hold onto her beliefs, onto her convictions, despite the fact she knows exactly how he could make her feel? Or does she cast it all aside and take that proverbial plunge, take advantage of all he has to offer and more? Evelyn bit her lip again, to the point where she almost drew blood. “P-Please… touch me,” she finally begged of him. “I care not where. I just want you to touch me, dammit-!” As if speaking had broken what fragile tether she had been holding onto so desperately, Evelyn’s fingers wrapped around his hard member, stroking it up and down in a way she hopes comes across as seductively. Hopefully her naivety will not rob him of too much pleasure… Evelyn used her other hand to begin fondling her breast, in an attempt to entice him to take a taste.
 
To Rook's satisfaction, his actions seemed to be having the intended effects this time. From his gentle caresses and rubbing, he watched his Mistress shiver delightfully and watched her eyes flutter sensually. When he guided her hand to his malehood to insist it was hers to do with as she wished, she seemed almost at a loss for words, merely only able to repeat him in a quiet daze. Some of the training Mistresses Rook had been shaped by had been gentler and more permissive than others, but it was still so strange to Rook how is True Mistress just seemed so unfamiliar with what she wanted. He had been gradually understanding that better since he was given to her, and was growing to be better adapted to serving her...and finally, his efforts of being a good pet for his Mistress came to fruition. He watched his Mistress straddling over his hips as she quivered in place while holding his malehood with one hand...and then, at last, her desires poured forth.

Touch her. She just wanted him to touch her, however he wanted, while she began to use her one hand to stroke and pump his malehood situated just in front of her, and brought her other hand up to her nightgown-slipped bare breast and began fondling herself as she breathed lustily, and seemed to be trying to present her exceptionally well-endowed breast to him!

The good pet, fit for a royal Mistress, was only too happy to oblige.

He began with an appreciative, happy little groan at the feeling of her hand working on his rock-solid cock as he glanced down to look at it, from where he was laying back underneath Evelyn. Then he turned his gaze back up with a playful grin spreading on his canine face and moved his own hands into action. While he had been trained to enjoy any way a Mistress might want to use him or any part of a Mistress' body, deep down, he secretly always had a special affinity for breasts...and Evelyn was exceptionally well-endowed with a nice, juicy pair. So, with the command given to touch her however he wanted...he brought both of his hands up Evelyn's sides, to where her nightgown's neckline was pulled down low enough to allow her plump tits to spill out from last night. He would not neglect Evelyn's own center of pleasure, bit he would mix things up from his last night mouth-on-nipple, fingers-in-pussy combo and start a little differently this time.

In Evelyn's view, her loyal furry Pet brought his huge, strong, yet oh-so-soft hands up to her chest. If her intention had been to entice him into enjoying her breasts, she had certainly succeeded, as he gently nudged her own fondling hand aside...so that he could place both his hands on each of her tits head-on! As big as Rook's hands were, Evelyn's tits were almost big enough to be challenging for him to get his hands all the way around! His thumbs were angled inward, his fingers were reached up, and the heels of his hands were pressing into her underboobs...and then he slowly, sensually, squeezed. Those powerful hands curled and clenched their digits in to sink into Evelyn's pliable titflesh, and while she could definitely feel just how strong he was, he was clearly very carefully controlling his strength to not actually hurt her even though he very well could. He was just giving her a firm, strong squeeze on her breasts...and then he rolled his wrists, rubbing and grinding the heels of his hands into her tits to further compress and bulge them, before he finally relaxed his hands and returned to them just cupping her tits like he began.

Then he squeezed again, rolled his wrists again, and relaxed...squeezed again, rolled his wrists again, relaxed...he repeated this, again and again, changing slightly the angle at which his fingers or his hands moved each time but otherwise performing the same action, over and over, with a very happy grin on his face. He wasn't just fondling her breasts, he was KNEADING them like dough! So thoroughly and deeply! Rook was very obviously enjoying Evelyn's breasts, actually enjoying himself with them! He went at a steady yet eager pace as he kept up his erotic breast-'massage'...and after a little bit of doing this, he changed tactics, pausing in the squeezing and kneading to instead slide his thumbs directly over Evelyn's nipples, both surely engorged and stiff and sensitive by this point...and with the rest of his hands cupping Evelyn's breasts in place, he began to directly dig and rub his thumbs right into Evelyn's vulnerable nipples, intentionally going after those weak spots to arouse her further! And he was just getting started.

After grinding his thumbs into Evelyn's nipples for a few moments, making sure they were extra-stiff and sensitized...he then relaxed his hand's cupping around most of her breasts to bring his forefingers of both hands towards his thumbs. Then, with almost delicate care and his other fingers all lifted up and out, he took both of Evelyn's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and with a careful pinching grip, began tugging on them! He pulled Evelyn's nipples outward to stretch her tits out a little, before relaxing, and then he did it again! He gave Evelyn's sensitive little nubs a series of gentle yet firm pulls...before he then switch to very lightly rolling them side-to-side between his thumbs and forefingers, in such a tender, slight, back-and-forth twisting motion! Nothing he was doing so far had hurt per se, but he was aiming to show Evelyn just how thrilling that focused, direct stimulation to her breasts could be! And he was about to push it even further...

Rook's eyes had been of course very carefully watching Evelyn this whole time, but he then paused for a brief moment to make certain that Evelyn was looking directly into his own deep pools of green, that their gazes were directly on each other's eyes, before he began to move again. He released her nipples from his toying with them and shifted his hands back to cupping and grasping a large amount of Evelyn's breasts, as he then started leaning his head upward towards her. He gave her breasts a squeeze to bulge them out towards himself as his head got closer and closer while he kept his eyes fixed on hers, hoping she would maintain the intimacy of not looking away...and then, when his mouth was right up against one of her breasts...he pulled back his lips and caught her nipple between his teeth! He did not bite, of course, but he wanted to see the thrill in her eyes of feeling one of her nipples caught in something so 'dangerous'! And then...he began to pull his head back, but didn't let go of her nipple with his teeth, thus he began tugging her nipple outward like he had done with his fingers...but using his teeth instead of his fingers, which was adding a very light 'sting' to the sensation, only to make it even more stimulating! He held her breasts still in place with his hands as he oh-so-carefully pulled his head back, to pull on her nipple and stretch her breast out to what he judged was the very limit of what she could take...all while keeping his eyes on hers! Then, finally, he leaned his head forward again and opened his jaws to release her nipple...but while he kept his eyes on her, he then repeated the same process to her other nipple! He caught it between his teeth, held it carefully, puuuulled it back as far as he was sure she could handle it...before he finally leaned forward again and released. Everything, all of this, was 'only' strong foreplay intended to drive her arousal even higher.

Rook's head lowered back down to the bed underneath him again, though he kept his gaze on Evelyn. So, when Evelyn gave him the choice of how to touch her...this was what her pet chose to do. And by this point, he would know exactly how wet her womanhood was as she would be leaking directly onto his belly this whole time, but he still wanted to feel it directly...so with one hand supporting Evelyn's chest, he then reached his other hand around her, down her back...he very intentionally rubbed and lightly squeezed his hand over her rump through her nightgown...and then from behind, he hooked his hand under her nightgown and reached a single finger inward, between her spread-open straddling thighs and under her ass, until he could snake his one forefinger between himself and her to rub it directly over her slit and let her feel that he knew just how aroused her female pussy was. Still laying back underneath her, and still grinning after he played with her breasts, he then spoke up again with his gentle yet powerful voice. "Has this been good so far, Mistress Evelyn? Is my Mistress enjoying this touching to begin with? I'm not done yet, of course..." He asked her warmly, always concerned with her pleasure and wanted to ask explicitly, even when he was of course also gauging her reactions directly the whole time he helped himself to her breasts.
 
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Trepidation melted into euphoria as Rook let out an appreciative groan, his eyes falling to where her hand was down below. Is that satisfaction she feels as well…? Well, this is her first time actively pursuing the pleasure he seeks to provide her… and it is most satisfying that her efforts are proving to be successful thus far. Wait… just wait a moment… ah, how far does she plan on taking this? Evelyn licked her lips, the question weighing heavy on her mind… only, it began to slip away when she caught sight of… is that a playful grin? Her heart fluttered within its protective cage, not unlike a trapped bird, and a sliver of excitement shot down her spine unbidden. Bits and pieces of gold tumbled forward, almost as though to emphasize the young woman’s eyes, dark with desire, flushed features and parted lips. It did take her somewhat by surprise that the first thing Rook would deem to touch would be her breasts… and yet, why did it? Rook has brought about a great deal of pleasure in the past day or two, and mostly from her breasts…

It was just… awkward? To say the least? All he is doing is manipulating the flesh, to put in a logical sense… and yet, what she was feeling was anything but logical. How does everyone she knows indulge in this… insanity? What does this say about her? Evelyn bit her lip, enjoying the fact he was mesmerized with her breasts more than the act. Of course, it was exquisite when he applied his attention to her sensitive nipples… but still…

How empowering this is! It is almost as though he was a slave to her body, enraptured with the pleasure she could provide him… not the other way around.

“Aaah…” No, wait. Evelyn let out what she perceived to be a pitiful little mew, her face a beautiful shade of red while she trembled above him. Everything he was doing to her -whether it be big or small- was pushing her closer to the verge of madness… and… well… it is very compelling to cast aside all manner of morality in pursuit of what he has to offer. So what if she indulges herself? Is that not what Mother wishes her to do? Is that not what everyone kept pushing her to do all these years? Evelyn let her body arch up into his tantalizing touch so leisurely traveling down her spine… just to breathe softly moments later when his finger finds the evidence of her pleasure. “Yes…” she dares to admit in a husky whisper. “It has been… very good, Rook…” Perhaps it is because he will never judge, but… she cannot see herself saying such words in the presence of another. “I believe… it is time you give me a bit more…” Evelyn traced a fingertip over her parted lips, just imagining how it may feel to experience a kiss from him.

“Please…” she whispers, using a hand to cover the one massaging her breast, to gently pry it away so she can better focus, “will you give me more?” Gently she pinned the hand down next to his head, putting her in a position where she was leaning over him… gold separating them from the rest of the world. Bright blue locked onto emerald green, and between one heartbeat and the next… she used her free hand to take his chin. “I hope you do not take offense, but…” Evelyn had no idea what, exactly, she meant to say… and so, leaving it at that, leaned in to press her lips to his. It was a chaste kiss, yet it sizzled with desire around the edges. Ever so slowly, Evelyn delved a hand into the soft fur on the back of his neck, making him tilt his head back so his mouth was for her perusal. Being new at this sort of thing, she had no idea what to do next… or how to take it a step further.
 
Rook felt nothing but contentment as he massaged, kneaded, and fondled his Mistress' exceptionally busty chest, thoroughly enjoying himself with the sensual activities of his hands, and the feeling of those pillowy-soft tits squishing and bulging under his fingers! But just as much as all of that, his own gaze was fixed quite firmly on Eveyln's face, reading her every reaction as he gradually worked her over. He could tell she was enjoying herself as well; the breathless huffs for air, the increasing creeping flush of her face, and most of all, that look in her eyes! He of course did not know her exact thoughts, did not know that what she enjoyed the most was simply the dynamic of him helping himself to her body more than what he was actually doing, but he could never mistake the look of pleasure in a woman's eyes. When he finally went to investigate the proof of her arousal, he watched as that blush adorably covered the rest of her face very quickly, as she mewled softly...and answered with an affirmation that she was indeed feeling good! But even more than that, what made excitement explode in his chest in that moment...was her husky gasp for more.

He watched her finger brush over her own lips for a moment as she seemed to hesitate or struggle to put her exact desires into words. When her hand went to cover one of his own on her breasts and gently pry it away, no matter how much Rook was enjoying himself right then, his hand relaxed immediately almost on pure reflex in response to his Mistress' desire, and followed Evelyn wherever she led it. With a shot of thrill, she actually pinned his hand down to the bed beside his own head with her own hand while looming over him! Countless times Rook had been in this exact position, undergoing rigorous and thorough instruction at the hands of his training mistresses. But here, now, his True Mistress was the one over him, and Rook could not be happier. This was the moment everything he had been taught built towards, this was the purpose of his very life, and at last, he could truly feel like he was fulfilling it! And so, in response to Evelyn's whispered question, Rook's answer was a quiet, happily-growled-out promise: "I will give you everything you can take..."

She leaned in closer, and with one of her hands pinning one of his down, while his other hand was still hooked over her rump, her other free hand came up to caress under his chin, which sent a delighted shiver through Rook, a visible ripple on his fur as he let out another soft growl, wordless this time. Although her next remark was almost a little ridiculous -- as if he could ever be offended by anything his Mistress does! -- he didn't have time for any response other than to look soulfully and invitingly into her eyes, a simple meaning of 'never' conveyed by his gaze, before his Mistress...pressed her lips to his own!

Rook was no stranger to kissing. He had been very extensively trained in almost every conceivable kissing technique. There were many different kinds of kisses, for many different situations. The one his Mistress Evelyn was giving him now, just touching her lips to his, was a simple and 'innocent' one...yet, even with her clearly not knowing where to go next, he could feel her wanting to go somewhere more. And...she had asked for more. It was practically a command for him. Rook had practiced many 'passionate' kisses with the training mistresses, and they were fun...but now, for the first time, he had the chance to indulge in real passion with his Mistress! An urge of desire welled up within him, frightfully fast...and there was nothing for him to hold it back with, as he had essentially been told to let it out.

With his eyes only half-closed and still peering at Evelyn's close face from under his brow, he lifted his head up slightly to push his lips back against hers a little, while Evelyn's hand under his chin shifted to ruffle through his thick neckfluff and curl around the back of his neck. In response, Rook began creeping his own hand, fingers still stained with Evelyn's pleasure, over her rump and up her back, until he was beginning to hook his slightly-damp but very warm and strong furry fingers around the back of Evelyn's neck. And so, there the two of them were, Evelyn straddled over his waist and leaning over him, one of her hands pinning his hand to the bed, while both of them had their other hands cupping around the backs of each other's necks, a mutual grasp. His Mistress wanted more. He needed more. He couldn't hold it back.

A deep, chest-reverberating growl built as a rumble from within his own body, growling slowly and softly yet firmly into Evelyn's mouth as his eyes fully closed...and his hand clutched the back of her neck a little tighter. No matter what, should he detect any real struggle from his Mistress, he would respond and release in an instant, no matter how deep in the throes of passion he was...but into the throes of passion was very much where he was going! With his hand holding the back of her neck tighter, 'preventing' escape, he pushed his lips even more firmly against Evelyn's as his mouth pried hers open -- and his huge, flat, powerful canine tongue surged straight past Evelyn's lips into her own mouth! "MmmggggrrrrrrrrRRRRrrrrr~!" He continued growling, a powerful, primal, beastial noise of need, as his tongue began to playfully rub over Evelyn's, as his hand on the back of her neck started flexing and massaging as he sucked his lips on her own and deepened the kiss far beyond anything she could have guessed or intended! And as his growl grew in intensity and his kiss got more and more aggressive as he began writhing his body under her...it was immediately clear that unless she directly made him stop, he most certainly would not!
 
A subtle shift coursed through the scene. It was not forbidding or sinister, or as if someone was about to barge in unwanted, but rather… no, it was almost as though a maid had thrown two or three more logs onto the fire. Evelyn could sense the change just moments before a deep, resonating growl broke the precarious quiet. All restraint has crumbled into dust, leaving behind nothing but an electricity, the likes of which she has only recently been introduced to… and a need for more. Of course Evelyn meant to investigate this, to analyze this feeling and find out just how much ‘more’ she wants… alas, she could not. Rook's hand, so incredibly large and so warm, had moved to cup her neck, thus scattering any thoughts she could have had. It was not in the least bit terrifying… a revelation she found rather strange. If it were anyone else, she imagined it would be… and yet, Evelyn felt not a drop of fear. No, instead… she felt as though… Rook truly does desire her. It is a foreign concept, one that is both intoxicating and overwhelming. Is this how her sisters feel in the throes of passion…? No wonder they pursue such… depravity on the regular.

Heat sparked, electricity giving birth to fire… and amidst the flames was planted a seed of helplessness. What does she do next? Is it he who makes the next move? What about their hands? Evelyn has heard countless stories about her sisters’ sexual exploits over the years… and of course Mother taught her everything there is to know, but having the knowledge is different than applying it. Just as panic had begun to take root as well, invading and threatening to take over completely…it was yanked out like an unwanted weed. Evelyn was relieved… for all of a heartbeat. Perhaps not even that. Rook is making it blatantly clear just how inexperienced she is, seeing he keeps surprising her at every turn. His tongue pushing into her mouth nearly had her recoiling, but after a moment or so… Evelyn did not find it as repulsive as the idea may suggest. It is a very strange feeling, yes, but not too terribly… ooh… Evelyn's lips parted more so her tongue can better partake in this new playful dance, her fingers moving through soft fur to press into his jaw ever so lightly.

This kiss may be escalating to aggressive, but it is arousing her in ways unimaginable. Every stroke had her melting, and his growl is only serving to fan the flames further. The hand pinning his down tightened for a fraction of a second, but then let go in order to curl around the back of his neck. Evelyn did not require words to convey how much she was enjoying this. Long tendrils of gold hiding the rest of the world from view, light rippled along the strands as the sun rose to start the new day. Only the chirping of birds outside could be heard… well, that and their heated, joined breaths.

What now?

Instinct instructed Evelyn to press closer, to the point where her naked breasts rubbed into his soft, thick fur. Pleasure washed through her anew from the friction on her sensitive nipples, making her moan softly. A deep ache has taken residence, deep, deep in her core… though to satisfy it, she will have to cross that final line. Does she dare do it? Evelyn's arms came to wrap around his shoulders when he leaned up into the kiss, not an inch to be found between their bodies. At this point, desire and passion was breaking her anxieties, her insecurities. Every move had their hips rocking… which earned moans each and every time. Beads of sweat had begun to gather on her skin, glistening like diamonds on rosy pink skin. It was not long until a few trailed down, outlining the young lady’s voluptuous curves.
 
Deeply to Rook's pleasure and happiness, he felt no resistance, no recoiling from his Mistress as he deepened the kiss past anything she had imagined. His huge, flat tongue filled her mouth, licking and slurping around as it tumbled over and under Evelyn's own much smaller tongue. Especially as he growled into her mouth, then sucked back on it, then growled again...it only seemed to be driving Evelyn further into the proper instinct. Her body began to rock and writhe atop of his while his own rocked under her. Her hand holding one of his down to the bed squeezed, then let go to find its way to his neck. Now Evelyn was running both of her hands through his neckfluff, running her fingers into the silky fur and grabbing onto it, and feeling his neckfluff being pulled on passionately only made Rook happier. And his body could not resist such happiness any longer.

Down below, his manhood quickly began to emerge from its sheath, hidden in his tuft of crotchfur no longer as it engorged and began swelling up. In mere moments, his malehood had erected fully up to its formidable size, situated just behind Evelyn with how her legs were straddled over his waist. With one of his hands still cupping the back of Evelyn's neck as the aggressive, tongue-battling, sucking, growling kiss continued, his other now-freed hand quickly sought something else to hold onto. As the sweat beaded on the bared parts of Evelyn's body around the increasingly disheveled nightgown that her breasts were spilling out of and was hiked up to her hips, Rook's now-free hand slid through Evelyn's long tresses over her back, down her spine, and then cupped over one half of her bare, sweat-glistened asscheeks. He gave a firm, appreciative squeeze on Evelyn's tender rump, then pressed and rubbed his furry hand further down over the back of Evelyn's thigh, with his fingers creeping into her sensitive inner thigh from behind to hike her leg further up his side. And, as he did so, his fully-erect hardness began poking and rubbing at Evelyn's other inner thigh and against her asscheeks!

Meanwhile, Evelyn's nightgown was getting increasingly bunched up around her midriff, with her chest spilling out the top along with the bottom riding up. It was getting more and more in the way the closer the two of them tried to bring their bodies...it had to go. Rook's hand on Evelyn's thigh then came back up, catching the nightgown with it as he began rapidly working the whole thing up Evelyn's body, over her chest and to under her arms! Rook kept up the kiss as long as he could, but at last, finally sucked his tongue back out of Evelyn's mouth and removed his other hand from the back of her neck...so that he could finish yanking her nightgown all the way up, over her head and arms, to then fling the offending garment off to the side!

Panting heavily, Rook hurriedly returned his hand to the back of Evelyn's neck and started to lean his face towards her as if he was going in for the kiss again -- but then veered to the side slightly as he pulled her head down, making it so both of their heads went over each other's shoulder, bringing his muzzle right up to Evelyn's ear, while Evelyn was close to one of Rook's own pointed wolf-ears. Rook breathed quickly and hotly into Evelyn's ear as he gathered the breath to speak. He wanted more with his Mistress, desperately, but he was a good Pet. He needed Mistress's permission...or at the very least, her lack of refusal. "Mistress Evelynnnnn..." He growled huskily into the ear of the princess. "Are you ready...to go for a riiiiiiiide?" He asked, as he rolled his hips...which firmly rubbed his stiff, huge malehood against Evelyn's thigh! His primal need for her was strong...the only thing that could stop him now was outright denial. If Evelyn was even uncertain, he was prepared to go forward anyway, as he had been learning about his Mistress, he had learned that she just needed a little guidance when she was uncertain... "Do you want...to take the pace...or...should I take it?" He finished asking as he hugged Evelyn's body tightly to his, feeling her wonderfully endowed breasts squish against his solid yet furry chest. Whether the naive Evelyn knew it or not, her answer would determine the position...
 
Take the pace? What in Athena’s name does that mean? Evelyn’s heart jumped up into her throat once again, lodging there so that she may find it difficult to reply -although, there were other contributing factors to this. Both hands gripped onto the slave’s shoulders, fingers sliding through soft fur but nails digging into the vulnerable flesh underneath. His breath was hot and teasing along her ear. How shall I respond? I do not know what to say… Evelyn bit her lip, desperately restraining yet another moan from slipping free when his fur rubbed against her surprisingly sensitive nipples. A few tendrils of gold swayed forward, as if to obscure her uncertainty from view. Of course Rook is implying that they… perform the act of intercourse. What else could he be asking? It is just that… she has no idea what to make of the way he phrased it. Mother has spared her no details over the years of what transpires in the bedroom… and sometimes, outside those four walls, but she never shared any of the… vulgar language.

“I-I, uh,” Evelyn managed to gasp, the tip of her tongue wetting swollen lips. Does she dare give him permission to proceed? It is what everyone wants of her, after all… and yes, she did have reservations for the longest time, but she cannot foresee herself being the sort of young woman to be… obsessed with this pleasure. Too many men and women of her Kingdom only care about… sex… but she is one who cares about so much more. Perhaps… it would not be so bad to… indulge herself every now and then? Evelyn just about melted when Rook rolled his hips, hot and thick rubbing against the inside of her thigh… almost as if reminding her of the conversation at hand. There was no fabric between their bodies, nothing prohibiting her from feeling every inch of him… of what he has to offer her. This means, too, that there was nothing hiding her from his eyes… or his curious fingers. Does he find her lacking in any way? Is she… pretty? Or was he trained to not appreciate or linger on the female form? Evelyn never really thought of herself as beautiful, or charming, or lovely, like her sisters… nor has anyone else. It would be discouraging, but she sees why; every one of her sisters has the sort of beauty that eclipses her own.

So, why not take the next step? It is not as though she has men lining out the door, begging for a chance to be with her. Evelyn had a hand shift, cradling the back of her slave’s head while she struggled to gather her thoughts together into a cohesive sentence. Perhaps… she needs not words, but to act. It may be better that way. Heart pounding faster into her rib cage, Evelyn leaned in… ever so gently breathing into his ear. It felt very good to her, so maybe it felt just as good to him? There is only one way to find out. After a moment or two of hesitation, Evelyn dared to lick along his ear… nibbling here and there to gauge his reaction. A hand ventured south to find and hold his hand captive, her fingers lacing through his. Hopefully, he will take this as a sign she trusts him… and if not…
 
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