Slave Trade - Settling In
Slave Trade Settling In copyright 2013 comidacomida
Sidney was used to being dismissed; there was nothing abnormal about the way in which Lord Hector sent him back to the stables... except the stag's final parting words: "No work today for the stable, Sidney. You may all relax." It was a strange thing for a slave to hear but, the fox realized, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Lord Hector was strange for a slave owner; despite all that had happened that morning, the slave master still found it endearing.
By the time the fox had found his way back to the stable it was readily obvious that Maern had already put his time to good use. The stallion had taken control of the gladiators' practice session as if he had never left. Sidney made no attempt to hide his approach, and the perceptive horse issued out a firm "Kuus!" and all of the gladiators halted their movements. "Fethus ni!" he ordered, and everyone drew back to their 'at attention' stance. "Conam huun Sarr!" Maern announced, and the collection of slaves turned to regard Sidney.
"Min Sarul." they announced as one. The fox paused at the collection of words. He had recalled Dorias going over the commands with everyone as Maern taught them, but he had not experienced the full attention of the stable before. Under any normal circumstance, the situation would have been exceedingly embarrassing for the meek fox but, considering the fact that it took place amidst the busy courtyard of his master's estate in the view of numerous passers-by, it was all the slave master could do to wave everyone inside and retreat into the building..
"What was that?" Sidney asked of Dorias once they were in the privacy of the stables.
"Maern says it be important for ya warriahs t'show ye respect." Dorias responded with the faintest hint of a smirk. "an' 'e 'ad us learn several commands for acknowledgin' ye before the 'osting." the yak gestured to the stallion, who was trying to make sense of a question from Olnyr and answer it to the best of his ability in Prossian; it was not going well. "Maern said ye didn't seem so 'appy t'day so 'e thought it'd be a good idea t'try it out."
"I'm not sure it's a good idea at all... ever." Sidney responded, "Lord Hector is the one that gets respect; I'm just a slave master."
"Not t'argue with ye, Sidney," Dorias countered, "but ye be OUR Slave Master... an' we DO respect ye." he slapped the fox's shoulder with a large hand.
The slave master shrugged with a sigh, "What did he have you say, exactly?"
"Well... 'e called us back t'attention, an' then--"
"Fethus ni." Sidney repeated the command.
"Aye, Sidney." the yak nodded.
The fox cocked his head to the side, "Doesn't that mean..." he paused, "it means 'bring you in'... doesn't it?"
A smile creased Dorias' graying muzzle, "Very good... aye... that's what it means if ye translate it literal... but if ye be fightin' then ye have arms an' legs spread out... bringin' ye in means ye come back to standin' center."
It made a little more sense once Sidney heard it explained, but he cocked his head to the other side as he questioned, "What about 'Conam huun Sarr'? I know huun means 'your'..."
"Aye, it does..." the yak nodded, "an' Conam means 'know'... like t'know someone or somethin'."
The fox paused, "I thought that was Coni."
Dorias nodded, "Aye, Sidney... Coni means t'know... but when ye give it as an order t'people ye say Conam..."
Sidney thought for a moment before venturing a guess, "So... Maern ordered people to know their--"
"Lord." Dorias translated the last word for him, "Sarr means 'Lord'."
The fox almost tripped even though he wasn't moving, "He called me a LORD?!?"
"Doesn't mean th' same thing as it does in Pross, Sidney." the yak grinned, "It's a title fer a leader... someone ye look to fer direction."
Sidney wasn't sure how to react to the explanation; he'd already been overwhelmed by information that Lord Talvin had once been a slave and he didn't need anything else to become any more difficult in his life. "I'm not sure that kind of thing is a good idea... I'll have to talk to Lord Hector about--"
"Already did." the yak interrupted, "An' Lord 'ector thought it was a great way t' build obedience an' structure."
The Slave Master provided the most eloquent counter argument that came to mind, "Oh."
Dorias kept the conversation alive by changing the topic, "Lord 'ector told ye that 'e wants us relaxin'?"
Sidney nodded, almost absently, "He said we don't have any work to do today... I suppose that means everyone can... um..." he thought for a moment, "... not... do... uh... anything."
The yak chuckled, "Not used t'not 'avin' work?"
"The last stable I was in always had something to do... Gralz wasn't a mean Slave Master or anything but he kept us really busy." the fox noted.
Dorias nodded thoughtfully, "Well, I told Maern, an' 'e plans on doin' more practice... an' I think Olnyr plans on doin' th' same."
"What about you?" Sidney asked.
"Lord 'ector spent some time 'ere last night an' 'e brought me a book." the yak's eyes lit up as he said the word and, for a moment the fox could clearly identify the glimmer of appreciation in Dorias' smile.
"So..." the slave master paused, "you're going to read?"
"Aye." the yak nodded with a sense of completion.
"Okay." Sidney acknowledged, then paused when Dorias did not go anywhere. He inwardly smacked himself, "Go ahead." he offered as a clumsy dismissal.
"If ye need me, I'll be easy t'find." and, with that, the yak walked off to his stall.
Sidney watched Dorias depart, gazing at the closed stall door for several moments before a voice behind him pulled the fox's attention away, "He's been a lot mellower since he was studded out." Choel leaned against one of the roof's wooden supports, "Guess it goes to show that old guys can still get Cub Cream on the brain too."
"Cub what?" Sidney cocked an ear.
"Cub Cream." the tiger offered, making a circle with his paw at groin height and vigorously wagging his wrist, "Calf Cream for yaks though, I guess..." and, to illustrate the point he flicked his wrist and opened up his fingers in a splattering-like motion, "Colt Cream in Maern's case or--"
"I get it." the fox interjected.
"for Lord Hector it'd be Foal... uh... Foam... or something..." the tiger lashed his tail, "I'm not so good with word play."
Sidney cleared his throat, forcing as much of a displeased scowl to his dainty vulpine muzzle as he could manage. Choel's smile slowly disappeared and he closed his muzzle with an audible *click*, though his tail still lashed back and forth with good humor. The fox sighed, "I guess you already recovered from YOUR contract?"
Choel chuckled, "I KNOW they got their coin worth out of me." he leaned back against the wooden support, "Kinda lost track of which she-tiger they put in front of me, but I'm pretty sure I saw one of em more than once." he grinned wide.
"How long were you there?" Sidney questioned, trying to figure out just how long Choel would have had and if the tiger might have been over exaggerating a little. The fox stopped his mental calculations as he recalled the time he'd spent fulfilling the slave's needs in that regard and he discarded the thought; Sidney wasn't inclined to disbelieve Choel's boasting.
"A little less than twenty four hours." Choel noted casually, brushing a fleck of straw off of his arm fur, "I lost track of how many DIFFERENT tigresses I handled, but I musta got off maybe like thirty or fourty--"
"I will let Lord Hector know that you fulfilled the contract." Sidney offered with as much of a dismissing tone as possible.
The tiger didn't take the hint, "Best I've had..." Choel purred softly, "Nothing against you, Sid, but you're... well..." he flicked an ear with mirth, "You're a fox... not to mention a MALE..."
"And your SLAVE MASTER." the fox reminded him, feeling his tail fur stand on end. Sidney wasn't sure if it was the tiger's casual tone, the topic of conversation, or the fact that Choel questioned his talent as a pleasure slave that bothered him the most; he hoped to himself that it wasn't the third. Despite the reason, however, the fox was not pleased at the direction of the discussion.
Choel picked up his displeasure and, for a moment, Sidney felt a slight tingle run down his spine as he could almost see the reflection of the Sardassi in the tiger's eyes. With it remaining an overshadowing possibility for 'attitude correction', it was hardly unexpected when Choel changed his tune, "I guess you're probably wanting a little time to relax seeing as you just got back." he stopped leaning on the support, "Should I give you some space? I'll just... uh... give you some space."
Sidney didn't bother responding to the tiger dismissing himself, standing where he was as Choel exited the stable. The fox didn't miss the way the tiger glanced back toward him as the door closed. Something about the situation gave the fox a momentary giddy feeling, but it was quickly replaced by an uneasy churning in his stomach. In the end, Sidney shook his head, sighed, and turned around back toward his end of the stable, and took a half-step forward before halting himself, coming face to face with the dark-furred wall that was Maern's sternum.
"Hel-oh, Sid-ney." the stallion greeted him from above.
The fox took a step back and looked up, even as the horse stared back down, "Hi, Maern."
Maern glanced at him one way before cocking his head to the side and looking at him another, "Sid-ney oh-kay?" he asked.
The slave master shrugged, and took another step back so his neck would hurt craning up so much to regard the stallion, "I don't know." he admitted, "Lord Hector wants everyone relaxing today."
"Re-lax?" Maern questioned.
"Um..." Sidney paused, "It means to not do anything... I guess?" he tapped the end of his muzzle, tail slowly flowing from side to side as he considered the best way to explain, "Like... sleeping... or just... sitting."
"Sit-ting." the stallion nodded thoughtfully and moved to the side, opening up the push-gate leading into his stall. He glanced back to the fox, "Sit?" he gestured in.
Sidney's muzzle perked into the faintest smirk and his tail flowed a little more reminiscent of a wag; something about interacting with simplicity brought him far more comfort than he thought possible. It was not frustrating trying to communicate with Maern; the horse made it fun. "Alright." the fox agreed, and walked into the pen, finding a section of floor where there was a thicker pile of hay.
"Bet." Maern explained.
"Bet?" Sidney questioned, "Bet on what?"
"Bet." the stallion repeated, pointing to the pile of hay, "Sleep. I sleep... bet."
"Oh!" the fox understood, "BED... You sleep on a BED."
"Iya-- yes." Maern nodded with the same gravity as if he were accepting orders on the field of battle, "Bed... That..." he pointed to where Sidney was seated, "BED."
"Oh." Sidney nodded as the understanding took and he commented casually, "I'm sitting on your--" he paused "Oh!" and he stood up.
"No." Maern spoke, "No." he repeated, easing Sidney back down onto the hay, "Sokae." the big horse chuckled, and spoke a few words in Vensian before making a face, and began to sound out several words in Prossian-- but the stallion knew too little to correctly explain what he was trying to say.
"It's alright if I sit here?" Sidney ended up asking.
"Sokae." Maern acknowledged, nodding his head to reinforce the words.
The fox smirked, "You mean, 'it's okay'."
"Isokae." the stallion tried again.
Sidney giggled faintly, but cut it short at the intense expression on Maern's face, "It is okay." he repeated, trying to separate the words so the the horse could hear them more completely, "It is okay." he repeated.
"It es okae." Maern tried, "It is okae." he repeated a second time.
"Good." Sidney nodded with a smile.
"Sid-ney sit ni bet." the stallion paused, "Bed." he corrected himself.
"Close." the fox offered, "You said 'ni'." he announced, "Huus di 'ni'." Sidney offered in Vensian, "In Prossian it's 'in', not 'ni'."
Maern cocked his head to the side, "You laern Vensiani goot." the stallion sounded each word out slowly. He lowered his bulk onto the hay beside the fox, "Say IN Vensiani?" he asked.
"Say in Vensian?" Sidney questioned, "Say what?"
"What yoo say." the stallion offered, making a big gesture with his arms, "All."
Sidney laughed, "I don't speak Vensian, Maern!"
"I... doughn speek Prossiani, Sid-ney." the horse offered, his ears up, and the faintest peak to the edges of his lips hinting at a reserved smirk.
"You want me to speak in Vensian?" the fox asked, finding himself mimicking Maern's expression.
"Speek Vensiani." Maern nodded vigorously.
"Iya..." Sidney spoke to the affirmative, "Koss.. uh... doma Vensiani," the fox noted tentatively.
"No." Maern stated patiently, "Domu Vensiani." the horse offered, "Domu."
"But..." Sidney cocked his head to the side, "I thought 'Doma' means 'speak'."
"Speek... speek.... yes." Maern nodded, "Doma speek... yoo say *I* speek..."
The fox paused for a moment, when what the stallion attempted to say suddenly made sense, "OH!" he perked, "I speak is 'domu'... not 'doma'."
"Iya-- Yes." the horse nodded again, "Yes. Good Sid-ney."
"Koss domu Vensiani." Sidney spoke slowly.
"Dom? koss Vensiani." Maern corrected.
The slave master blinked. "Doh-may? I thought it was doh-moo." he sounded the words out.
The stallion chuckled, "Dom? es 'yoo speek'... Domu es 'I speek'."
"Oh..." Sidney paused, "So... you were saying that I didn't have 'koss' in the right place... you were saying--"
"Iya." Maern smirked, "Yes." and the stallion wiggled his ears.
The fox started laughing, though he wasn't exactly sure why-- he just felt like laughing. It lightened his spirits further when Maern joined in. Their time together included several more instances of the same and included many moments of education and discovery as well as humor and laughs.
The day past far faster than Sidney would have expected, seated with Maern in the stall trying to figure out one another's language. Only once the scent of dinner wafted back across the half-wall did the fox realize just how much time they had spent lost in one another's company. To an extent, Sideny was upset that the day had gone by so fast but it didn't take much for him to argue to himself that the day was well spent.
"I go." Maern noted, nose raised into the air to capture the aroma. He stood up and brushed the hay off his leg fur, "I help Dorias."
"Min Sarul, Maern." Sidney offered in parting.
"See yoo in din-er." the stallion offered as a reply.
"At." the fox smiled, "See you AT dinner."
"Iya." the horse acknowledged casually, and exited the stall.
Sidney was slower getting to his feet. He stretched his back and shook out his legs; he was unable to remember the last time he had remained seated for so long without being called to attend to a chore, task, or other duty. Like Maern, the fox paused long enough to make sure he had no errant bits of hay clinging to him, and he walked out into the main aisle between stalls. He planned on using the last bit of time before dinner to check on the items in his room, but he was again sidetracked.
"Slave Master." Olnyr's unmistakable rumble pulled his attention directly to the bison's stall, where the large gladiator stood, fur shiny and damp. Sidney caught the distinct difference between sweat and bath water; the bison had just finished cleaning up.
"Yes, Olnyr?" the fox asked, turning to face him more fully, taking stock of the massive warrior clothed only with a large drying cloth wrapped around his waist.
"Dorias said slaves can speak with you... if they have questions." the bison pulled the towel off and began using it to dry the thick fur on his head and neck, heedless of his own nudity in the fox's presence. Sidney likewise attempted to remain casual about it, but he did not so easily forget the night he had been required to service the slave; a clear view of the bison's endowments did not help to set that memory aside. "That true?" Olnyr continued his statement when Sidney did not respond.
"What do you want to talk about?" the fox asked, pushing aside the unpleasant thoughts of Lord Levid's command to service the disinterested bison. Sidney waited until Olnyr had the towel wrapped back around his waist before he faced the slave fully.
The bison moved back into the stall, standing tall enough that the half-wall only came up to his belly button. "Maern." Olnyr dropped his towel and began changing back into what Sidney assumed was a loin cloth.
"What about Maern?" Sidney glanced to the far side of the stable where the stallion was working alongside Dorias; the two always appeared to work well in one another's company and the fox was thankful that there wasn't the same kind of friction between them as there appeared to be elsewhere among the slaves.
"He fights like he won't get hurt." Olnyr continued dressing, his actions hinting to Sidney that he was tying off the cord that held his loin cloth in place, "Fighters like that still lose... when they do they lose big." he returned to the stall's gate and stood there, crossing his arms over his chest, "I learned that."
"I don't think he's worried about losing." Sidney offered casually, "Because he won't."
The bison snorted with a scowl, "Things change."
The fox paused, realizing that he had offended the slave. "I mean, of course he's lost before." Sidney backpedaled, "I purchased him for Lord Hector from a slave pit... I guess he was some kind of soldier in the Vensian army before the slavers got him."
Olnyr chuckled darkly; the sound was more than a little imposing. "Yea... that's big loss... but he still fights the same."
"It's just-- he lost because he fought when he shouldn't have." Sidney countered, suddenly feeling more defensive of the stallion than concerned for the bison's feelings, "He'll never lose when he HAS To fight... just when he chooses to."
"Hm." the gladiator responded flatly, "You talk like a Meisenylian chemist... no sense... Slave Master." he added the title as an afterthought, "You can't ALWAYS win."
"Not always." the fox acknowledged, "It's just..." he contemplated how to explain it, "Do you know what a Sorra is, Olnyr?"
"Nothing good." the bison acknowledged with a snort, "It's fate... some kinda future thing. Anybody that has one is unhappy 'cause of it."
"Right." Sidney nodded, "And Maern has one." he explained, "He'll never lose a fight when he has to fight, but he'll always lose one he doesn't have to fight."
"Funny." Olnyr stated flatly, "Makes me wonder how he got taken as a slave... I'd call that an important fight." and he turned around, trotting away from the gate of his stall, "Might want him to stop fighting like he'll never die."
The fox paused, ears up as he watched the bison; Onlyr's dismissive actions suggested that their conversation was complete but, as far as Sidney was concerned the slave had a very good point: why HAD Maern failed in battle if his freedom was dependent upon winning? He realized that he knew far less about the Sorra situation than he'd thought, and decided that he would question the stallion about it... but, the call from Dorias for dinner meant that the discussion would be delayed at least until after they had eaten.
Despite the stressful events and trying discussions of the day, Sidney was surprised at just how much he enjoyed hanging out around the cooking fire with the slaves. Though Choel continued to glare daggers at Olnyr, the obvious tension between them had reduced to a low simmer, and they were able to sit across from one another without event. Maern continued chatting on and off in Vensian with Dorias and it surprised Sidney how much of it he understood. Everything was going so well Sidney didn't even mind it when Choel began telling Dorias (in great detail) about his late-night breeding of a particularly vocal tigress.
As the evening wore on and the fire began to die down, Sidney realized that he'd spent his whole day tending to the slaves in his care. What surprised him even more was that he hadn't minded. The fox was used to receiving next to no personal time for relaxation; when he'd heard from Lord Hector that his entire stable had a whole day for it the slave master had first thought that it would mean a lot of alone time. He was surprised that he actually found more enjoyment in what he had done rather than what he was originally planning. Upon entering his room, however, Sidney suddenly received an even greater surprise: Tharis was waiting for him.
The bull had collected his food by the campfire last, and had, as per usual, disappeared. The old slave's private nature was nothing out of the ordinary, but the fox had not expected to find Tharis waiting for him in his bed wearing nothing but his nose ring and its golden lead wrapped around his arm. "Hello." the single word rumbled from deep within the gladiator's chest, speaking far more than the two syllables should have been able to convey. Sidney felt his knees weaken slightly at the blatant infusion of lust in the word; not to mention the clear view of the bull's throbbing erection.
"Tharis--" the fox's constricted throat barely let him wheeze out the word, and the distraction of his loin cloth chafing his already-stiff member didn't help. He finally managed to push out a comprehensible sentence: "This is MY room..."
"I know." the bull acknowledged, raising his head as he regarded the fox, "I was waiting." Tharis slowly uncurled the golden lead from his arm as he sat up.
"For me?" Sidney squeaked.
"For you." Tharis acknowledged, the words emerging from his bovine muzzle with the same rumble as he had used in greeting. The bull swung his arm skillfully; the thin, golden linked cord lashed across the distance to wrap around the fox's forearm. The ex-gladiator gently tugged on it and Sidney found himself obediently moving closer.
"How--?" the Sidney stiffled a whimper of suppressed excitement as the bull pressed his nose to the fox's neck and took in a deep breath; the slave master's head spun as he felt the large male's entire body shake at his scent and his eyes rolled back in his head as Tharis began to gently nibble his fur, "How...long...?" he attempted to add a sense of seduction to the question but it was in vain however; by that point that the bull in control, able to lead the interaction by the grace of their combined desire, "did you wait?"
Tharis's thick finger slid between Sidney's hip and the rope holding the fox's loin cloth in place. Clamping his enormous fist around the cord, the bull practically turned it into dust by the force of his grip and casually tossed the fabric aside. The bull pulled back just enough so he could gaze down into the slave maser's eyes, "...over ten years." and, with that, the gladiator laid back on the bed, drawing Sidney's hips down to his.
Although Tharis' movements were slow and gentle they held no small hint of barely restrained lust; once Sidney was pulled into place the bull was unrelenting in his desire to impale the fox. The slave master had no idea how the ex-gladiator's thick shaft had managed to fit inside him but he was willing to bet it had something to do with the near faucet-like way that the slave's enormous member leaked its slick precum. Almost three minutes later, centimeter by centimeter, Tharis managed to bottom out within the squirming fox.
"Mmmm..." the old bull rumbled;his breath came out in a passionate, quivering exhale as his hands traversed the fox's lithe body; Sidney swore that he could have traced the outline through his stomach flesh of the member inside him but his attention was quickly drawn elsewhere as Tharis leaned forward to nuzzle the fur on the fox's head.
"I..." Sidney spoke softly, but his words were replaced by a giddy whimper as the bull tensed his hip muscles, causing his groin to press up another half-inch against the fox's tail hole, a small portion of which managed to squeeze further inside him. The slave master didn't delude himself into thinking it didn't hurt, but it was one time that he certainly didn't mind the pain. Swallowing the mewling quiver in his voice, Sidney tried again, "I can..." he panted, "take over from here..." he offered a seductive smile.
Tharis returned the expression, "You can... but you won't, Slave Master." the bull met his gaze, and lowering his head, the ex-gladiator pressed his muzzle to the fox's. Sidney thought at first that the kiss made his head spin but, he realized quickly that it was the world and not his head; the fox found himself on his back with the large bull looming over him, bovine member still buried deep within his body. The ex-gladiator gazed down at him, a "It's time someone else pleasures YOU." Until that point Sidney had never seen anything coming close to resembling a playful spark in the old bull's eye; it almost scared him... in a good way.
Sidney's rump was pulled closer to the edge of the bed as Tharis slowly withdrew; the ex-gladiator's member was so thick that it dragged the fox an inch across the bed for every two that slid out of him. The bull didn't bother pulling the whole way out, rather, he only readjusted his stance before pushing in more fully. Sidney clamped his teeth shut, both paws grabbing fistfuls of linen as he slowly exhaled through his nose.
The bull arched his back on his next thrust, lowering his face down to nuzzle the fox's throat, nibbling against his fur, "Moan for me, Sidney..." he whispered, drawing himself further out of the fox's tight tail before pushing back in, even further, "You don't have to keep it bottled up."
The words as much as the strong thrust broke the slave master's resolve and he loosened his jaw, intent on letting his breath come out in a less restricted manner only to find that it was accompanied by a sound... one he had never recalled hearing in his own voice... and he moaned... loudly, followed by a barely sensical, "OOoOOOooohhhh..."
"MMmm...." Tharis chuckled, licking the side of the fox's cheek, "There we go..." and the bull readjusted his arms, member flexing enough within him that Sidney could feel it. The bull pressed one hand against the mattress on either side of Sidney's head, using the angle of his hips to hold the fox in place against the bed. Sidney, his back arched at an angle with his butt and legs sticking in the air, did nothing but draw breath, whimpering and moaning constantly as the bull's thrusts began to pick up speed and force, allowing him to feel a thick slab of flesh piston in and out of his body.
Sidney could tell that the bull's movements were not the skilled, precise motions of a practiced pleasure slave and yet, something about the controlled-chaos of each movement made the fox realize that they were no less effective. Tharis' enthusiasm more than made up for any lack of 'classical training', and it surprised Sidney when the gladiator seemed to pick up on a subtle clue to the fox's excitement that he had thought was carefully hidden-- a faint intake of breath when Tharis' member touched his insides in just the right way.
The sensation was repeated on the next thrust... and the next... and the next... but Sidney lost track after that as his paws transferred to Tharis' arms. Unable to circle his fingers around the entire girth of the bull's wrists he simply gripped as tightly as he could, crying out as the older slave's hips ground against his, finally pressing together. He felt Tharis' heavy sack bounce off of his rump, but the realization of what it was left him moments later as the stimulation of the bull's ministrations took their toll, and Sidney let out an embarrassed yip when seed sprayed out between the two of them.
His initial sound was quickly replaced by a low, needful moan as the fox continued to unload onto himself, one of the spurts timed exactly as Tharis thrust in, the additional pressure causing Sidney to hit himself in the face with his own spray. The slave above him huffed, his breath coming out as a hot blast from his nose, eyes closed as he picked up the pace, "You're... so tight..." the words practically came out as a growl.
Sidney squirmed beneath the rutting bull, shivering at the continued stimulation as his member continued leaking fluid, small little spurts still being forced out of him each time Tharis thrust. Still gripping the old-slave's wrists, the fox was surprised as the sensations continued to surge through him, and, only then did he notice that the strange lines of runes on Tharis' hide were glowing. Sidney struggled for a moment, fearful at what it might mean but the bull opened his eyes and gazed down at him, and a strange sense of euphoria flowed through the fox, and his struggling ceased; the fox's erection never subsided.
The Slave Master came once more before Tharis let him up, rolling over onto his back and carrying Sidney with him until the fox was resting atop the bull. Without missing a beat, Tharis thrust up into Sidney's waiting hips and the fox surprised himself by pulling himself down to meet the motion; Tharis had brought him to orgasm twice, and the slave master knew that their coupling would not-- COULD NOT be complete until he felt Tharis loose himself inside of him.
Eager to bring his lover to his release, Sidney began rocking his hips, remembering eerily that it was the same motion that Lord Talvin had used on him; it was no less effective on the bull. "Mmmm... just like that, my beautiful fox." Tharis crooned, reaching a hand up to stroke the side of Sidney's muzzle. The slave master's heart fluttered at that and he felt his breath vibrate out of him as if he were a purring cat. Tharis' other hand gripped him by his hip, pulling him more forcefully down against his thrusts as the bull's movements began to pick up speed again, jack hammering up into the fox's abused tail hole.
Tharis' release was not a quiet affair. The bull roared out as he jack-knifed, hips rising up off the bed and carrying Sidney with them. Insides massaged by the fire hose of semen ejected into him, the fox warbled out an abbreviated, strangled cry as his exhausted body obediently gave up what little seed it had left, several short spurts raining down on the bull. It seemed pitifully inadequate, Sidney couldn't help but noticed compared to the semen enema that pulsed within him, filling him to overflowing and cramping his insides as the flow continued without any sign of abating.
"Mmmm...." Tharis murmured, rolling onto his side as he gazed down at the fox, member still pulsing within Sidney's body, and the big bull chuckled softly, "...perfect..."
Sidney quivered at the way the word rolled off of the ex-gladiator's tongue, but more so at the soft, greenish-blue light that shone from Tharis' eyes. Wincing, the fox felt Tharis finally relax his hips. The cramping subsided somewhat as bovine member slid several inches out of his tail hole and Sidney felt the surging ejaculations come to an end.
Panting, Sidney reveled in the afterglow. As his breath slowly returned to him, the fox mused that he had not serviced a master; he had not traded favors; he had not been used as a toy. He took a deep breath to calm his body's shivers. Looking up at Tharis, Sidney realized the old slave was gazing back down at him, face illuminated by the soft light given by the runes on his body, "Was that..." the fox swallowed the silliness of his question, "I... I heard Lords and Ladies talking once about 'making love'... is that what that was?"
Tharis smiled, the glow quieting from his eyes. The bull looped his golden lead around the small of fox's back and pulled the slave master a little closer on the bed, "I'll tell you in the morning..." Sidney fell asleep in the slave's embrace, surrounded by Tharis' calming, bluish-green glow.
Sadly, that calm did not extend through the morning.