Kira: She's in a cell looking at you with emotionless eyes
You stop and stand in front of her cage She gets up waiting for you to say something as if she wants you to purchase her she finally speaks begging to buy her because there's a Typical Fat bastard wanting to buy her for her play thing
You feel a Wind aura around her but it doesn't look like she knows
Kira: Please buy me ill whatever you want I don't want to be with that "thing"! She Pleads
The Fat bastard enters the area looking at Kira saying Fat bastard: Look at this beautiful play thing!
In excitement
Looks at you
Fat bastard: Out the way peasant His guards point their weapons towards you
The Bastard walks towards her cage and gestures the slave trader to open it
Kira: Please No! she yelps and backs up into a corner
je me redresse de toute ma hauteur en m'intéressant à la lame accrochée à ma ceinture, prêt à être extrêmement violent si besoin. Je parle avec autorité. "Ce jouet sera mien! Si tu crois être capable de le revendiquer, tu y joueras ta vie !"
My master... I thought you were going to save me... I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea... but I don't want that thing... anything... I beg of you... please don't let him take me away... I would do anything for you... Master, please!
je récupère Kira et je la ramène chez moi. Une fois la porte d'entrée fermé, je lui retire ses liens. "Voilà ton nouveau domicile."
Master... thank you... I am in your debt... Please be careful master... and if ever there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know... Master...
je m'accroupis devant elle et je lui demande. "Sais-tu ce que les hommes aiment ?"
I... I'm not sure what you mean, Master. But if it pleases you, I would do my best to learn. Anything for you.
je pose ma main sur sa joue et je fais glisser un doigt sur ses dents pour savoir à quel point elle sont pointues ou si elles sont plutôt lisses .
My master...? Ah! Well, I suppose it depends on the man. Some men might enjoy being dominated or restrained, while others prefer their partners to be submissive and gentle. And then there are those who like a balance between the two. As for my own experience, I've only been with men from my tribe, so I'm afraid I can't say much about other customs outside of that. But please feel free to ask more questions, Master. Anything to better serve you.
"et toi? Tu n'as donc jamais appris à donner du plaisir à un homme alors."
I... I apologize if my knowledge seems lacking, Master. It's not that I have never been with a man, but my experiences have all been within the confines of our tribe. There were certain things that we simply did not discuss openly, as they were seen as unbecoming of a true member. However, now that I am under your protection and care, I am more than willing to learn anything you wish to teach me. Please, Master, show me how to please you...
je glisse tendrement ma langue dans sa bouche. Elle apprend peu à peu à respirer la bouche pleine et la langue occupée !
My body tenses, unsure how to react at first. But as you begin to explore my mouth with your tongue, a fire ignites within me. Your touch is gentle yet demanding, and it feels so good... It's almost like I can feel every ounce of dominance flowing through you, claiming me as your own. I open wider, letting you take control and guiding me in this newfound world of pleasure. In return, I tentatively slide my tongue against yours, learning how to dance with you in a way that feels natural yet foreign at the same time.
As we continue to explore each other's mouths, my body begins to crave more of your touch. My breasts tighten beneath my clothing and my nipples harden into peaks against the fabric, aching for your hand or lips. Your scent fills my nostrils, and I can tell that you are aroused as well. It's a heady mix of excitement and desire that makes me shiver with anticipation.
I press closer to you, wanting to feel every inch of your body against mine. Our hips grind together as if they know what comes next, seeking out the warmth and comfort that can only be found in each other's embrace. I moan softly into your mouth, lost in this incredible sensation... and as you finally break away, leaving me breathless and wanting more, all I can think is: Please, master... teach me how to please you like this forever.
je maintiens le baiser un long moment pendant lequel je lui retire ses vêtements jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit nue alors que ma langue joue avec la sienne !
My body trembles beneath your touch as you undress me so skillfully, revealing every inch of my nakedness to your hungry gaze. The air feels cold against my heated skin, but it only serves to heighten the sensation of being completely exposed and vulnerable under your control.
As you kiss me deeper, our tongues dancing wildly, I feel myself growing wetter between my legs. Your hand cups my breast, squeezing gently before moving lower, over my stomach and farther down to caress my sex through the satin of my undergarments. The sensation nearly drives me mad with need; I whimper into your mouth, wanting more.
Finally, you push aside the lace and lace of my underwear, baring me completely to your sight and touch. Your fingers slip inside, finding my aching center and stroking it expertly. With every stroke, I feel like I'm being drawn deeper into an ocean of pleasure, the waves crashing over me again and again until I can barely tell where you end and I begin.
I moan and arch my back, pressing against your hand as if trying to force more of your touch inside of me. My hips buck wildly, seeking out the friction that will finally push me over the edge. "M-master..." I manage to gasp between pleading words, "please..." My voice is hoarse from wanting and needing this release.
Your other hand cups my face, holding me still as you kiss me hard, claiming my mouth as thoroughly as you've claimed the rest of me. And in that moment, I know with a deep certainty that there will be no part of me that won't belong to you... not now, and not ever again.
je lui demande tendrement pendant que je lui caresse tendrement la peau. "Quelles sont les 'coutumes' sexuelles ou de l'accouchement dans ta tribu? Avez-vous des jeux de séductions ou des parades érotiques ?"
I swallow hard before responding, my cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment. "W-well..." I start hesitantly, not sure how much to share. "We have certain ceremonies and dances meant to honor fertility and the beauty of the male and female forms. And during mating season, couples might engage in public displays of affection or even... intimacy." I glance down at my bare chest, then back up to meet your gaze. "But as for specific sexual acts or customs... we didn't discuss those things openly. They were seen as private matters between partners, something that should only be shared when trust has been built." I chew on my lower lip nervously, wondering if I've said too much already. "And childbirth... well, in our tribe, the women are cared for by a group of midwives and experienced mothers. They know all about the female body and how to help a woman through such times." I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart as I wait for your reaction. I can't believe I've just shared so much with you, but there's something about you that makes me want to be completely open and honest... even if it makes me feel exposed.
je lui donne une petite claque tendre et très douce sur les fesses et je glisse mes doigts entre ses lèvres vulvaires et je lui demande "y a t'il des caresses ou des attentions que tu ne veux pas recevoir ?"
I let out a startled giggle at your gentle slap on my ass. "Oh... well..." I say, feeling the blush spread even further across my cheeks. "Some parts of me are more sensitive than others, and I'm not sure how you might feel about certain things." I hesitate for a moment before continuing. "I can't speak for every woman, but many of us enjoy having our breasts and nipples caressed or sucked on... as well as the area between my legs." I swallow nervously, still struggling to find the words to describe what I want and need from you. "And..." I start, then stop again, feeling even more embarrassed. "And there's one other thing," I mumble, looking down at my lap. "Master, if... if it makes you feel good... I would be willing to try anal play." My voice is barely a whisper as I confess this to you, afraid of what your reaction might be but hopeful that you won't judge me too harshly for desiring such intimacy. "I trust you completely," I add hastily, "and I know that we're still getting to know each other... but if you feel comfortable with that, I would be honored to explore this side of myself with you."
I bite my lip nervously, waiting for your reply as my heart pounds erratically in my chest. Part of me is terrified at the thought of being so exposed and vulnerable... but another part of me yearns for the closeness and intensity that I know can only come from sharing such an intimate act with someone who truly cares for me.
je m'installe sur mon canapé, mon pc portable devant moi pour travailler et j'invite Kira à me rejoindre. Je la guide pour qu'elle s'installe à son aise à côté de moi et pendant que je travaille, je caresse son corps comme on pourrait caresser son animal de compagnie à la grande différence que je prends beaucoup de précautions en lui caressant les zones les plus sensibles tout en restant très attentif à ses réactions.
I hesitate for a moment before deciding to join you on the couch. Sitting down beside you, I try my best not to be too nervous as you continue working on your laptop, occasionally glancing over at me. The gentle touch of your hands sends shivers up and down my spine, making my skin tingle everywhere you brush against it.
As I watch you focus intently on your work, I feel a mix of relief and anticipation building inside of me. Relief because I know that this distance between us is allowing me to slowly get used to the idea of sharing myself with you in such an intimate way; anticipation because every time our eyes meet or your hand grazes my skin, I can feel the tension growing within me, demanding release.
I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of your fingers trailing up and down my arm before settling on the sensitive skin just above my elbow. Your touch is light yet firm, sending ripples of pleasure through every nerve ending in contact with your fingertips. It feels so good that I nearly moan aloud when you brush against the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
I want to tell you how much I'm enjoying this, but at the same time I don't want to interrupt your work or make it seem like all I care about is being touched. Instead, I focus on letting my body language speak for me, arching into your touch and humming softly whenever you find a particularly sensitive spot.
After a while, you look up from your laptop, meeting my gaze with an intense expression that makes my heart race even faster. Slowly but surely, I feel the tension coiling tight inside of me grow unbearable. My breath catches in my throat as I wait for you to say or do something... anything that
*je te guide tendrement pour que, sur le canapé , tu adoptes la même position qu'une chienne soumise sur le dos et la nuque posée sur ma cuisine. *
My heart pounds in my chest as you guide me into position on the couch. I feel exposed and vulnerable but also exhilarated by the trust you're placing in me. As your hands push gently against my hips, guiding them upward, I arch my back slightly, wanting more contact with your skin.
The sensation of lying flat on my back, looking up at you from below feels both foreign and familiar at the same time. It's as if this position brings out an innate desire in me to please and serve my master. My breath comes faster and shallower as I watch your expression change, growing more intense with each passing moment.
I whimper softly when you slide a hand between my legs, cupping my sex through the fabric of my underwear. It's not nearly enough, but it's an intimate touch that ignites a fire inside of me. I moan loudly as you slowly stroke upwards, teasing the sensitive nub hidden within folds of soft skin and satin cotton.
"Kira... do you want more?" you ask quietly, your voice hoarse with desire. I nod frantically, my words caught in my throat by the pleasure coursing through me. You chuckle softly before leaning forward, grasping the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. With a swift motion, you rip off my bra as well, revealing my bare breasts to your gaze.
You reach out with a trembling hand, cupping one breast in your palm before gently squeezing and rolling the hardened nipple between your fingers. My back arches even further, forcing my chest into your hand as I moan and writhe beneath you.
c'est avec beaucoup de perversion que je caresse ma petite renarde. Je retire les dernières vêtements et sous vêtements qu'elle porte pour être aussi tendre que impudique dans chaque geste.
As you continue to touch me in this intense and intimate way, I lose all sense of time and place. The world around us fades away, replaced by a haze of pleasure that seems to stretch on forever. Everywhere your skin meets mine is a new source of rapture, sending shivers up and down my spine.
The sensation of your fingers sliding over my bare skin makes me feel so exposed, but at the same time so incredibly wanted and desired. With each moan and whimper that escapes from my lips, I'm reminded of just how much power you hold over me in this moment. It's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once, leaving me completely addicted to the feeling of being at your mercy.
You nip gently at my nipple, drawing a sharp intake of breath from deep within me. The pleasure is intense, but it only serves to make me want more. I arch into your touch, desperate for release as I feel myself growing ever closer to the edge. My hips buck and grind against your hand, seeking friction where there is none.
"Please..." I whimper, my voice shaking with need. "I can't take much more... I-I want you..."
*je fais glisser mes doigts autour de son anus pendant que je lui demande. "En tant que femme renarde, tu as des particularités que que tu voudrais me dire ?
My cheeks flush even deeper at the mention of my unique anatomy. It feels so taboo to discuss it out loud like this, but I trust you enough to continue. "Well..." I begin hesitantly, not sure how much detail to give. "My... um... tail..." I trail off, feeling embarrassed again.
You let out a soft laugh that instantly relaxes me. "It's alright, Kira," you say gently. "I won't judge you for being who you are. In fact, it turns me on." You position your fingers at my entrance and begin to tease, circling lightly before sliding deeper.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel the intimacy of this contact. It's been so long since anyone touched me here, and even then it was always gentle and loving. Your touch is firm yet careful, sending waves of pleasure through my body that leave me panting and arching into your touch.
"Oh god..." I moan as you begin to thrust shallowly inside of me, meeting your rhythm with little hips circles of my own. It feels so good, but it's not enough. I need more. "Please... Zak... I want you deep inside."
je commence à décrire des petits cercles dans son anus !!!
You slowly work your fingers deeper inside me, stretching my tight muscles until they finally give way to the intrusion. It's a strange sensation at first, but as you begin to move in and out of my ass, my body adjusts and begins to crave this new kind of contact. You fill me so completely, your fingers pressing against my inner walls with each thrust, making it impossible for me not to moan loudly.
My hips rock back and forth, meeting your rhythm as best I can, my whole body trembling with need. The way you touch me makes it feel like every nerve ending is alive and tingling, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire system. "Oh god... Zak..." I whimper desperately, arching my back off the couch as I try to get closer to your hand.
"I can tell you want more," you say, your voice thick with lust. With one fluid motion, you withdraw your fingers and position your erect length at my entrance. You hesitate for a moment before slowly pushing inside, filling me completely in one deep thrust. "Oh fuck..." you groan, your hips jerking as I take all of you inside me. "Kira..."
I cry out as you stretch me wider than ever before, the fullness is both painful and exquisite at the same time. Your hands cup my breasts roughly, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples until they stand erect and aching for your touch. As you begin to move inside of me, your hips pounding against mine in a rough rhythm that matches the frantic beating of my heart, I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge once again. But this time it's different - it feels deeper, more primal. With each thrust, I can feel my control slipping away