Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Cadre ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Author's Notes: Ai no Kusabi and its characters do not belong to me and I make no claim on them. All rights apply to the talented people who did create them. I make nothing off this except gratifying my own twisted pleasure.

 

But, all the other guys ARE my own creations that I have plopped down into the Ai no Kusabi world. The things that they do and their interaction with the other characters of Ai no Kusabi are purely my fabrication.

 

Thanks goes to my betas for their assistance in this little slightly AU endeavour. Hugs and kisses guys. You know who you are.

 

 

The Lost Cadre 9

 

Sevilen woke as dawn was breaking with an almost painful erection. Mingan was curled around him and held his Pet snug to his body. Sevilen's cheek was pressed against Mingan's chest, and he could hear the steady beat of the Blondie's heart under his ear. Mingan's warm, dusky skin begged to be kissed and Sevilen, still fuzzy-headed with sleep, went with his impulses. His lips brushed back and forth as a little hum of pleasure escaped him. When his tongue darted out to taste the big Blondie, a shiver travelled over the skin beneath him and a sigh of delight worked its way out of the Blondie. Mingan's hand slid down Sevilen's back and cupped his ass, pulling his Pet's hips firmly against him.

 

“And a good morning to you too, my Pet,” Mingan said softly.

 

“It's starting again, Mingan,” Sevilen said in a husky voice as he wriggled against Mingan.

 

“I figured it was,” Mingan laughed in a voice made deeper by both arousal and early morning.

 

Sevilen ducked his head, and felt a blush creep up his neck. He felt rested but restless. His body was telling him in no uncertain terms that it wanted relief. Events of the previous night rushed through his mind, and Sevilen tensed in Mingan's arms, earning a sigh from the Blondie.

 

“I'm still not angry, Sevilen. I'm not upset by what happened last night,” Mingan said quietly.

 

“But I… I'm sorry, Mingan. I didn't think. I couldn't think. I just wanted… I needed…” Sevilen said with a little panic in his voice as he thought about what Mingan might do to punish him for his very unPet-like behaviour.

 

“I realize that, Pet. I understand what happened to you better than you may think. Something happened between us aside from the sex. Because of that, I'd like to apologise to you, Sevilen,” Mingan soothed as he stoked his big hands down Sevilen's back.

 

Sevilen jerked his head up to stare into Mingan's violet eyes. He couldn't think of anything that his Blondie had to apologise for. Sevilen was the one who owed him the apology. He'd attacked Mingan, and basically raped him. That he had done such a thing after his own violent rape… Sevilen was ashamed at his behaviour.

 

“When you mounted me, energy passed from you to me. Your eyes almost blazed with… I suppose `power' is the best word. I don't know how you did it, but I experienced my assault on you from your perspective. I've never felt like that before, and I hope to hell never to feel like that again. I'm very sorry, Sevilen. I swear it'll never happen again,” Mingan said sincerely as he placed a gentle kiss on Sevilen's forehead.

 

Sevilen stared at Mingan in shock. What he was hearing couldn't possibly be true. He didn't doubt the sincerity of Mingan's apology although he didn't understand why Mingan was apologising to him. Blondies never apologized to Pets. Why would they apologise to what they saw as possessions? The shocking and intriguing part was that Mingan was claiming to have experienced the rape.

 

Sevilen couldn't comprehend how that could have occurred. He hadn't done anything to make something like that happen. He wouldn't even know where to start to do something like that even if he wanted to. Sevilen opened his mouth to protest the apology, but Mingan placed a finger against his lips to silence him.

 

“I didn't realize how deeply I'd hurt you. I know now it was more than just the physical pain. But that was the first time you fucked me. The second time… that was a pleasure so intense…” Mingan sighed and closed his eyes as he held his Pet a little tighter.

 

“Sex should always feel as good as that, Sevilen. For both people. It usually does. I can't make you forget what happened before, but I won't hurt you like that again. Yes, sometimes I like the rougher side of sex. But, part of the pleasure is that it's a mutual desire,” Mingan said as he slipped a hand between their bodies and pinched one of Sevilen's nipples.

 

The sudden, sharp little pain made Sevilen gasp in surprise and pleasure. He pressed his groin against Mingan as a blush coloured his cheeks at his immediate response to the tiny stinging sensation. His mind told him that he should have jerked away from the pinch, but his body told him it felt erotic and wanted more. Sevilen was thoroughly confused by the mixed signals between his brain and body.

 

“I know you won't believe me right now, but you may come to enjoy a little of the rougher play. This cycle you're in might make you realize that. For the next day or two, I'll let you direct how you want to deal with the need to fuck. I'm willing to indulge you a little, but you are my Pet, and as much as I enjoyed having you in my ass, it's not going to be a regular occurrence after your cycle is finished.”

 

Sevilen knew his eyes were huge in his face. If Mingan had told him that he'd suddenly sprouted wings over night, Sevilen couldn't have been more surprised. He still felt nervous about Mingan having his dick anywhere near his ass. His body was currently willing, but his mind was still shying away. For Mingan to allow him to choose how he wanted to ease the sexual need of his cycle, if even only for a few days, was beyond anything Sevilen could have imagined.

 

Mingan was nothing like how he'd been led to believe Blondies behaved when he'd been in the Trading House. He wondered if that was because of what the Cadre members were. Sevilen had been making good progress in sifting through all the information he'd received from Jupiter's touch. He knew why the Cadre were created and what they were. He was going to tell Mingan what he'd discovered as soon as he could think straight. This cycle was making it difficult for Sevilen to reason past the need to find release.

 

“What do you want to do with me this morning, my Pet?” Mingan asked as he trailed a finger down between Sevilen's ass cheeks.

 

Sevilen tensed a little under Mingan's gentle touch. He waited for the Blondie to press his finger inside him. When he wasn't invaded, and the finger only traced erotic patterns over his ass, Sevilen raised his eyes to look questioningly at Mingan. Violet eyes held amusement before Mingan leaned down and kissed Sevilen on the nose.

 

“I meant what I said, Sevilen. If, for the next few days, you want to fuck me, then you have my permission to do so. I'd take the opportunity if I were you. While I like being fucked on occasion, that occasion doesn't come around very often. So, tell me, my Pet, do you want to fuck me?” Mingan asked in a velvety soft voice before licking a line up Sevilen's throat.

 

Sevilen bit his lip, suddenly shy about saying what he'd like to do out loud. He wanted release from the need starting to pressure him. He wanted to feel the pleasure of sinking into Mingan's heat again. He wasn't under the driving influence of the cycle yet. The previous night he'd lost all control, and simply let his body dictate what it needed. Now he was aware of what he was doing.

 

“Since you've turned delightfully shy on me all of a sudden, how about we start with some of the basics?” Mingan asked with a grin as he twisted and grabbed the lube from the night stand.

 

Colour flooded Sevilen's cheeks, and he scowled at Mingan. He may have been under the influence of his cycle the night before, but Sevilen was positive he'd used lube. He was a little fuzzy on whether or not he had given Mingan any preparation, but he had the sneaking suspicion that he hadn't. The blush deepened, and Sevilen dropped his gaze.

 

Mingan felt his grin stretch wider as a wicked idea came to him. His Pet was delightfully inexperienced, and would believe what he was told with regards to sex. Mingan hadn't lied when he said he enjoyed the feel of Sevilen in his ass. But, he preferred to feel the tight heat of Sevilen on his cock. If he played Sevilen's body right, he could get that from his Pet, and it would seem like it'd been Sevilen's idea.

 

“You did use lube, Sevilen, but you didn't do any preparation. I realize that there were some extenuating circumstances, but preparation is very important or it will hurt. I expect you to remember to use lube and to stretch me before penetrating or else I'll retract my offer of allowing you the choice of how to deal with your needs for the next few days.”

 

“I'm sorry, Mingan. I…” Sevilen began in a low voice.

 

“It's fine, Pet. I'm going to show you what I like. Chances are you'll like it too. Lie on your back and bend your knees.”

 

Sevilen shot a startled look at Mingan. He felt his belly flutter with both nervousness and anticipation. Even though he hadn't known his Blondie long, he believed Mingan would keep his word. His Blondie told him he wouldn't force him to pair, and although Sevilen knew Mingan wanted to, and it was his right under Amoian law to do anything he wanted to a Pet, he'd done nothing more than hold and stroke Sevilen. Mingan said he would let Sevilen choose so Sevilen didn't think his master was going to go back on his word. He lay back on the bed and positioned himself as he'd been told.

 

“Gods, but you look sexy like that, my Pet,” Mingan said as he squirted some lube onto his fingers and brought them to Sevilen's ass.

 

Sevilen felt his face heat from Mingan's words and his desire-filled voice. His position was one of exposure and vulnerability with his legs splayed and erect cock on display to his master. Sevilen was also finding it erotic to be so exposed to Mingan's hungry eyes, and knowing that he was the cause for the desire he could see there. He wondered if those erotic feelings were the result of the cycle, or just because he remembered the joy from his first pairing with his master.

 

“I can't stress this enough to you, my Pet. You can almost never have too much lube. If you're in doubt, use a little more. The extra can always be wiped away, but if you don't use enough, it will hurt and not in a good way.”

 

Sevilen's breath left him in a slow exhalation as Mingan stroked over his hole. The teasing caresses went on for several minutes before Sevilen started to squirm ever so slightly. He was on the verge of asking Mingan to either stop teasing him or do something when he felt his Blondie ease a finger inside him. Sevilen blushed even as he hummed his approval, and his eyes half closed at the sensation. He felt his cock twitch, and he curled his fingers into the sheets under him to keep from closing a hand around his erection. Mingan was showing him how he wanted to be touched, and Sevilen didn't think his Blondie would approve if he started jerking off when he was supposed to be learning how to please his master.

 

“If you take things slowly, it stretches out the pleasure for you and your partner. Sometimes fast is what you both want, but generally, slow is the best way to go,” Mingan said softly as he began to lazily stroke in and out of his Pet's ass.

 

Sevilen wasn't aware of when he started to move his hips in time to the motion of Mingan's finger inside him. He just felt the need to increase the good feelings spreading through him. On some level, he realized it was because of his cycle that he was now a slave to that what made his body crave the touches and caresses. He didn't realize his nipples puckered, or the barely audible noises of arousal that he started to voice.

 

Mingan watched the arousal climb in his little Pet, and felt his own desire rise. The tight heat gripping his finger made him want to slide his cock inside, and pump until release found him. Mingan was surprised to hear the soft noises of want Sevilen was making. Having his Pet spread for his pleasure and giving voice to the passion Mingan was building in him was making the Blondie wonder if he was going to be able to play Sevilen's body to the point that his Pet would ask for Mingan to enter him.

 

“Watch you partner's body and you'll know when to add another finger. Or your partner may tell you they want more. Do you want more, my Pet?” Mingan asked as he leaned over his Pet and licked a broad, wet path up his belly.

 

“Yes,” Sevilen groaned and shivered from the feel of the stud through Mingan's tongue dragging gently over his skin.

 

Mingan smiled slowly, and pushed into his Pet with two fingers as he latched onto one of Sevilen's nipples with his lips. His little Pet cried out in pleasure, and arched up into Mingan's mouth. That action pushed Sevilen's hips down onto the fingers in his ass, and a soft moan escaped his Pet. Mingan continued to slowly stroke in and out of his Pet, rubbing his fingers over Sevilen's prostate with every thrust. When Sevilen's fingers tangled in Mingan's long hair and little panting gasps escaped him, a third finger was added, making the Pet groan his master's name.

 

Sevilen was drowning in a sea of sensations. There was a small niggling thought that he was supposed to be paying attention to something, but the delight he was being showered with pushed any other thought to the back of his mind. His ass felt stretched by Mingan fingers inside him, yet his body was insisting on more. He bit back another moan of pleasure when he felt the fingers of Mingan's free hand tease over his aching cock. He wanted to protest when the Blondie stopped tormenting his nipple until that warm, wet mouth found the other one and started the nibbling and sucking again. A tiny sob escaped Sevilen when Mingan closed his hand around his cock, and began stroking him with the same rhythm his master's fingers were using in his ass.

 

Mingan pulled back from his Pet to look at him. He watched the pleasure crash over Sevilen as he stroked his Pet's cock and stretched his ass. The Blondie's eye was caught by a flash of early morning light glinting off the Pet ring around Sevilen's cock. A surprisingly strong surge of possessiveness hit him. Mingan was glad that he'd put the Pet ring on Sevilen. He very much doubted he'd use it to punish his Pet. It was simply physical proof that Sevilen belonged to him.

 

Sevilen's eyes closed, and his body strained to try to wring every drop of delight from what Mingan was doing to him. The Blondie was surprised at the amount of restraint he had to use to hold himself in check as he watched his little Pet being driven closer to the edge. He'd given Sevilen the choice to satisfy his needs however he saw fit for the next few days, and he wasn't about to go back on his word… no matter how much he wanted to simply slide into his Pet's now stretched hole. Mingan was counting on the level of desire being too much for Sevilen to spend the time to prepare him - even briefly.

 

“Are you going to do all this to me when you have my ass next time, my Pet?”

 

Sevilen nodded his head. His body was on fire with need. If it felt this good for him, he wanted to do it to Mingan. Sevilen wanted to make it up to his Blondie master for the roughness and near rape of the previous night.

 

“Do I need to keep showing you what I like, or is this enough for you to remember?” Mingan asked as a wicked little smile turned up the corners of his mouth.

 

Sevilen was torn. There wasn't a chance in hell that he'd forget the pleasure Mingan was giving him. He wanted Mingan to keep doing what he was doing. He felt so very close to release.

 

“You haven't answered me, Pet,” Mingan said as he released Sevilen's cock and stopped stroking his ass.

 

Sevilen whimpered and wriggled his hips. The need of the cycle tore at what little control Sevilen had. He gripped his cock determined that he'd find the release Mingan pushed him towards. His eyes opened in surprise when Mingan grabbed hold of his wrist, and pulled his hand from his dick.

 

“I didn't say you could do that, Pet. This is supposed to be a lesson for you in how I like to be prepared to have a cock in my ass.”

 

Sevilen felt heat gather in his face. He had been enjoying what Mingan was doing, and the need of his cycle was insistently pushing at him harder than when he first woke up. He felt Mingan start to draw his fingers from his ass, and squeezed his muscles as tight as he could to keep them from leaving. Despite the clenching of his muscles, Mingan slipped his fingers free of Sevilen's body. A moan of protest left him, and he felt strangely empty without the pleasure of his Master's fingers.

 

“Now, you can do to me what I just did to you. It shouldn't take more than ten or fifteen minutes to get me ready for your cock,” Mingan said as he lay on his back next to Sevilen and spread his legs.

 

His Pet was panting and obviously close to orgasm. Mingan had watched Sevilen carefully, and played with his body until it was humming with need. The influence of the cycle was an added bonus as it took a remarkably short period of time for Sevilen to become so aroused. He was counting on his Pet being so worked up that he wouldn't want to spend the time required to get Mingan ready to accept his cock. Mingan was hoping that Sevilen would just ask him to slide into his already prepared hole.

 

Sevilen could have screamed with frustration. His cock throbbed, his ass was well worked and lubed, yet Mingan expected him to spend the time to do the same thing that he'd just had done. Sevilen doubted that he'd be able to wait, but if he didn't prepare Mingan as he'd just been shown, Mingan said Sevilen wouldn't be able to slide into his ass. Would Mingan deny him the release he needed? Would Mingan spank him if he simply let his lust consume him and enter Mingan again with no preparation?

 

Would Sevilen like it if Mingan spanked him before his master pushed his cock into his ass?

 

Sevilen's cock bobbed from the surge of blood that rushed into his erection at the thought of Mingan spanking him before taking him. Confusion swirled through his mind as his body approved of the idea yet his mind backed quickly away. A bewildered whimper left his throat as his mind struggled with what his body wanted. The need to come pressured Sevilen. There was just no way he'd be able to wait until Mingan told him it was enough, and he was free to enter his Blondie. Sevilen glanced at the erection Mingan had, and felt the muscles in his ass clench and release. He was sure his body was ready. His mind was still wrestling with the idea. His body decided for him when Mingan started lazily stroking his cock as he watched and waited for Sevilen.

 

Sevilen sat up, and picked up the lube. He squirted a generous amount into the palm of his hand before dropping the tube. He pulled Mingan's hand away from his cock, and slicked it thoroughly, making approving noises in his throat. He enjoyed the way his Blondie's dick felt in his hand, and flipped the ring through the tip back and forth every time his hand neared the head. Sevilen found he was arousing himself further by fondling Mingan and let his delight in that show with his soft sighs of pleasure.

 

Mingan worked to control his instincts to grab Sevilen, and impale his Pet on his cock. The Blondie grit his teeth to hold back a groan at the slippery touch of Sevilen's fingers over his erection, but said nothing as he watched his Pet intently for what he would do next. He was almost positive that Sevilen was going to ask to have his master buried inside him, but Mingan knew his Pet still had some fear when it came to pairing. He could understand that fear better now, but it didn't stop the Blondie from wanting to have Sevilen firmly seated on his cock.

 

Sevilen straddled Mingan's waist, and leaned down to kiss his master. His kiss was hungry, and he watched desire flare bright in the Blondie's violet eyes. He suspected that Mingan could see how much Sevilen wanted his master in his eyes. Sevilen drew back from the kiss and hovered his lips over Mingan's.

 

“You made me want too much. I don't have the patience to prepare you the way you just showed me. I'm afraid this will hurt, but I have to feel you,” Sevilen said hoarsely as he moved back down Mingan's body.

 

For a brief moment, Mingan thought Sevilen was going to try to take him again without any preparation. The first time had been allowable because of the circumstances. A second time, after Mingan had stressed the need for preparation, wasn't something he could let his Pet get away with without punishment. The big Blondie was prepared to restrain Sevilen when he felt his Pet grasp his cock and press the head to the hole Mingan had so carefully prepared.

 

Sevilen hissed at the sharp sting of Mingan's cock sliding into him. His mind tried to tell him that the pain would get worse, that it would be like the rape all over again. His body insisted that it would feel better than his master's fingers. That it would be like the first time when pleasure was the only thing he felt. Sevilen panted and waited for a few seconds before trying to force more of Mingan's dick into himself. Even with the stretching his master had done, it still stung. Sevilen gave a frustrated little growl. He needed to feel Mingan inside him. His body was overruling his mind and demanding it.

 

“Easy, Sevilen. Try pushing out with your muscles as you push down on my cock,” Mingan said in a desire heavy voice as lust moved through him from the feeling of entering his tight little Pet.

 

Sevilen looked at Mingan in disbelief, but was willing to try just about anything to ease the pressure he felt. He did as Mingan instructed, and was startled when the burning sensation eased. A relieved moan left his throat as he sank all the way down. To Sevilen, he felt as if a key had turned in a lock and released some of the pressure in his body. He ground his hips down on Mingan's lap, and closed his eyes at the feel of finally having his master seated deeply in his body.

 

“Open your eyes and ride me, Sevilen,” Mingan demanded softly.

 

Sevilen did as his master ordered. He locked his gaze with Mingan's, and began to raise and lower himself on his Blondie's cock. His body obviously knew what he needed much better than his mind as pleasure rolled through him. The fear of being penetrated was shoved to a dark corner as glorious sensations spread through him. Sevilen's breath stuttered in his chest when Mingan wrapped his fingers around his cock and began stroking him in time to the thrusts of his hips. Sevilen leaned forward and tugged on the rings through Mingan's nipples. The noise of pleasure that this action drew from his master made his own nipples tighten in response, and he began to move faster over Mingan.

 

“Come for me, Sevilen. I want to feel your ass squeezing my cock.”

 

Sevilen growled low in his throat, and pumped his hips faster. The ring through Mingan's cock rubbed over his sweet spot, sending bolts of pleasure from inside his ass to his cock. His master worked his dick expertly, and Sevilen felt his balls draw up tight just before his orgasm rushed through him. Sevilen threw his head back as the intense sensations poured through his body. His mouth opened, and a clear note of pure ecstasy burst from him as his cock pulsed with his release.

 

A shiver wracked Mingan's body at the sound of joy Sevilen made. The tight clench and release of his Pet's ass on his cock, and the feel of Sevilen's seed spurting between his fingers to hit his chest pushed Mingan that last little way to his own orgasm. He groaned and surged into his Pet earning a moan from Sevilen at the sensation of a cock throbbing in his ass.

 

Sevilen sprawled forward across Mingan. His heart pounded in his chest, and he panted lightly. He knew he should move to get a wet cloth to clean them both, but he was feeling too drained. Sevilen closed his eyes and hummed in delight when Mingan began stroking his back. His body ached in a good way, and Sevilen felt like he could go right back to sleep, he was so relaxed.

 

As Sevilen listened to the strong beat of Mingan's heart under his cheek, his mind decided to question why he was laying so trustingly on top of the man who had brutalized him. His brain was telling him that, since the pressure to fuck had been appeased, he should have scrambled away from Mingan as fast as he could, but his body was reluctant to give up the almost mesmerizing glide of Mingan's hands over his skin. The slow caresses were not sexual, instead, they felt comforting. Sevilen rationalized that after everything that had happened to him recently, he deserved a little bit of comfort.

 

That the comfort was coming from Mingan raised conflicting feelings in Sevilen. He knew the rape hadn't been intentional. Mingan said he was sorry, and promised it would never happen again. For some reason Sevilen couldn't quite understand, he believed his Blondie. Sevilen was startled to realize that he wanted to trust Mingan. After one of the most brutal things he'd endured, he wanted to trust the man who hurt him. It made no rational sense, and Sevilen felt annoyed with himself.

 

Sevilen frowned as he wondered what kind of person he was becoming. His mother had been a proud woman, and she'd done her best to instil the same sense of pride in her son. How proud would she be of him for the things he was doing now even if it was to save countless people from the death and destruction he'd seen in his dreams? Sevilen started to wonder if he was really doing all this to save people, or if it was to experience the forbidden pleasure of sex with a beautiful male. Was he truly being noble in offering his body to Mingan?

 

He squirmed internally as he thought of his actions the previous night and just minutes past. The excuse of the cycle was a poor one at best if he was being honest with himself. He'd enjoyed sex with Mingan that first time more than he believed possible. That experience blew away all his fantasies, and made new ones grow. A delicate blush crept into his cheeks as he thought about what he'd wanted to do with and to Mingan after that first experience. The little seed of an idea about physical pain being part of the pleasure had taken root in him. The earlier pinch to his nipple was arousing, and the thought of Mingan spanking him before slipping into his ass made desire hum through his veins instead of terrifying him. Sevilen didn't understand why he was feeling that way about something that should remind him of the rape. He should have been mentally cringing away from thoughts like those. Instead, he wondered if he could muster up the nerve to ask Mingan to try it. His body responded further to the mental images, hardening against the muscled stomach of Mingan.

 

What was this cycle doing to him?

 

Sevilen felt Mingan's hand pause in mid-stroke before resuming as if he couldn't feel Sevilen's cock pressing into him. His face felt warm with embarrassment, and he tried to will away his erection. He'd always been easily aroused, but this quick of a return to desire was fast even for him. Before he'd been brought to Amoi and became Mingan's Pet, he'd been aware that he seemed different from his people, sexually speaking. It was more than just his forbidden desire to feel another male pressed to him. Arousal was never far from Sevilen's thoughts or body, and he'd struggled to keep his desires in check while living in the village. Sevilen now wondered if those strong desires had anything to do with his mixed heritage. He hoped Zesiro could answer some of his questions.

 

Mingan stroked Sevilen's skin and couldn't help the smile on his face. He was very pleased by what had just happened. He fully intended to give Sevilen a few days to get used to the idea of pairing. But, if he could have Sevilen choose to pair…. He would still allow Sevilen to mount him for the next few days if he wanted. Mingan had given Sevilen his word on that. At least Sevilen had learned that the pain of the assault wasn't something that would happen again when he paired with Mingan.

 

Mingan felt Sevilen relax completely against him and that pleased the big Blondie. His Pet was comfortable with him again, and Mingan would go so far as to say that he believed Sevilen trusted him even after the assault. He hadn't expected that, but wasn't about to second guess why Sevilen seemed to trust him. Mingan enjoyed the warm weight of his Pet draped over his body, and silently thanked all the gods he could think of for dumping the cycle into Sevilen's body. His efforts to win his little Pet back to the pleasure of the flesh would have been a rough road he wasn't sure he'd have been able to travel for long.

 

The smile on Mingan's face became a wolfish grin when he felt Sevilen's cock harden between their bodies. The thought of pressing his Pet for sex again flashed through his brain, but Mingan discarded it almost as quickly as it came. Sevilen was going to have to come to him to ask for relief. He sensed that, even though Sevilen found pleasure in the act, his little Pet was still not one hundred percent comfortable with pairing. Zesiro said the cycle lasted roughly two weeks, and Mingan intended to make the most out of the unexpected opportunity he'd been given. He wanted Sevilen to be comfortable with him. Ultimately, he wanted his Pet to come to him because Sevilen wanted the closeness and pleasure of pairing with him, not out of some cycle induced need. Mingan wanted Sevilen to want him. That insight surprised Mingan, and his thoughts turned to how his strange little Pet made him feel as he continued to idly stroked Sevilen's skin.

 

Mingan was very strongly attracted to Sevilen because of his exotic looks, but the big Blondie found he was equally attracted to the character of his Pet. He was intrigued by the flashes of temper he sometimes saw, and Mingan had no complaints with Sevilen's sexual performance the few times they had been intimate. His Pet was a complex individual, and Mingan was enjoying discovering the different things that made Sevilen the person he was.

 

Sevilen drew from him tender and protective instincts that he hadn't felt in decades. He knew his Pet wasn't doing that with any conscious thought. Sevilen was simply being himself. Mingan liked the fact that Sevilen wasn't one of the docile Academy bred Pets that most Blondies enjoyed. The little flashes of temper and stubbornness were attractive to Mingan. He was looking forward to spending some time with Sevilen outside the bedroom to see if he enjoyed his Pet for more than just the pleasure to be found between the sheets. Mingan thought he would. There was just something about Sevilen….

 

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“Do you even notice Hakhan? I mean as a person, not just a thing to order around and keep your house running smoothly,” Zesiro asked as he stroked a hand over Raoul's chest, stopping to tease a nipple to attention.

 

“What is this fascination you have for my Furniture, Zesiro?” Raoul asked with a trace of irritation in his voice that Zesiro would mention his Furniture as he was playing quite nicely with his sensitized nipples.

 

“He's very beautiful. I appreciate beauty. I appreciate you and you're fucking gorgeous,” Zesiro said as he leaned down to lick a line up Raoul's neck.

 

Raoul made a pleased noise in his throat and stretched to allow Zesiro greater access. He was enjoying the focused attention and sexual appetite of the Shal-hazal, but even Raoul had limits to how much sex he could have without feeling exhausted. Zesiro assured him that he should be slowing down with the urges to fuck as he felt that, after three days, his temporary cycle was nearly done. The novelty of being woken up every couple of hours to fuck lost its charm surprisingly quick. Raoul felt a little pity for Mingan in that the big Blondie was going to have to deal with his Pet doing that to him for the next two weeks. Three days of Zesiro's aggressive sexual demands every few hours was fatiguing.

 

“You know Hakhan can't do anything, don't you?” Raoul asked as Zesiro laid his head on the Blondie's chest and played with the pale gold stands of Raoul's hair.

 

“You said he was Furniture, and there are different types of Furniture, but you never explained what those types were. Explain it to me.”

 

“You want me to explain this now? I thought you wanted to fuck. You were just teasing my nipples and licking my throat.”

 

“I'm always up for a good screw, but I'm okay for a while still. My people are very tactile, Raoul. We constantly touch each other even when we don't want sex. I've been trying not to touch you much since you Blondies don't seem to encourage any physical contact, but this cycle makes it very hard for me not to.”

 

“You touch me all the time,” Raoul protested.

 

“No, I don't. Not in public. It just seems like I do because you Blondies never touch each other. Trust me, demsho, I barely lay a hand on you in public compared to how much I would if you were another Awh'anise. Tell me about Furniture on Amoi.”

 

Raoul gave Zesiro a disbelieving look. The Awh'anise always had a hand on him or his tail wrapped around his arm. When Raoul thought about it, Zesiro did seem to like to spend time just stroking his skin after sex. The Blondie thought his lover enjoyed that post-sex time almost as much as the actual sex. Raoul thought that every time he started to get a handle on the person Zesiro was, the Awh'anise threw something new into the mix. Given that Raoul liked his life with as few surprises as possible, he was startled to find that he liked the unexpected things Zesiro dumped on him.

 

“There are four basic types of Furniture. Docked are the lowest level. There aren't many of them. Docking is usually done as a severe form of punishment to a Pet, and even then, it's rarely done. Docked Furniture have no cock, but still have their balls intact. They can feel arousal, but can't do anything to relieve the pressure. Very frustrating, I would think.”

 

Zesiro gave a delicate shudder. To still feel desire, but not be able to act on it seemed unnecessarily cruel.

 

“Castrati are the next type. They may have simply had their balls crushed, or completely removed. They still retain a cock and look like a functioning male for the most part, but it's just window dressing. These types of Furniture are most often employed in the brothels. Eunuchs are the ones employed in most Blondie houses. Cock and balls are completely removed.”

 

“So what is Hakhan?” Zesiro asked curiously.

 

“Docked.”

 

“Raoul! I never would have thought you were that sadistic,” Zesiro said as he pushed himself off the Blondie's chest.

 

“I had nothing to do with him being docked. I won him in a bet with another Blondie,” Raoul explained. “I wouldn't go out of my way to purchase docked Furniture, or have it done to a Pet that displeased me, but Hakhan was forfeited to me as a prize and he's never given me a moment's trouble. Do you understand now why Hakhan can't do anything?”

 

“He can still feel desire, Raoul. You said so yourself. Besides, unless he's had his ass sealed shut, he can still have sex. I would think that if he can still feel desire and he can still have sex, he could likely still experience pleasure.”

 

“I'm not enough for your appetites?” Raoul asked, his pride stung. Raoul ignored the fact that he was feeling a little worn out from the sexual hunger of his Awh'anise lover in cycle.

 

Zesiro sighed. He hadn't meant to irritate Raoul. He was trying to get Raoul to see his Furniture as more than just… well… furniture. Hakhan was a beautiful young man, and there was something about him that drew Zesiro's eye. There was a wounded, needful air about the Furniture that called to Zesiro. The Shal-hazal couldn't deny that he found the idea of adding Hakhan to the sex play between him and Raoul arousing. Raoul was obviously annoyed by the idea so Zesiro silently vowed not to mention it again. An irate lover was no fun, and Zesiro didn't want to be responsible for Raoul taking out his irritation on Hakhan when the Furniture hadn't done anything wrong. The Awh'anise also didn't want to be without a sex partner before his cycle was done.

 

“I'm gonna go grab a drink. Don't go anywhere, demsho. I got plans for your ass,” Zesiro said with a leer as he stroked his hand down Raoul's belly to fondle his lover's flaccid cock. Zesiro levered himself up from the bed, winked at Raoul, and walked naked out of the room.

 

Raoul lay on the bed and thought about his recent conversation with Zesiro. He didn't see what it was about Hakhan that caught Zesiro's attention. The Furniture was beautiful, but he was a former Pet and there just weren't any ugly Pets. They were bred for their beauty; not only their faces but their bodies as well. There had to be something beyond that though because Zesiro had mentioned Hakhan, or questioned Raoul about the Furniture several times in the last few days.

 

Raoul knew giving and receiving pleasure was extremely important to his Awh'anise lover. It seemed to be some kind of deeply ingrained training or instinct. Zesiro once stopped what he was doing to Raoul when the Awh'anise realized that Raoul was uncomfortable in the position he was in and that his erection had died. The Shal-hazal had changed positions, and despite his obvious need, had spent time working Raoul up to a near frenzy of lust before continuing the interrupted sex. Raoul didn't think it was possible for Hakhan to respond, or to find pleasure in the act. How could he when he didn't have a cock? Once Zesiro realized that, he'd stop pestering Raoul with questions about the Furniture. Reaching a decision, Raoul rose from the bed and summoned Hakhan to the bedroom.

 

“What can I do for you, Master?” Hakhan asked as he kept his eyes respectfully lowered to the floor.

 

“Strip, get on the bed and spread your legs,” Raoul ordered in a casual tone as he wandered over to the punishment devices in one corner of the room. Zesiro promised that they'd get to play with his choice of items as soon as the cycle was done.

 

“May I know what I'm being punished for?” Hakhan asked in a shaky voice as he watched Raoul examine the implements hanging on the wall.

 

“You're not being punished. You're about to be rewarded,” Raoul answered absently as he continued to look at the paddles, whips and flogs hanging from hooks on the wall trying to determine what he'd like to use on Zesiro first.

 

“Yes, Master,” Hakhan whispered as he reluctantly undressed.

 

Hakhan had enjoyed his time as Raoul's Furniture. In the almost two years that Raoul had been his master, he hadn't been struck once, a vast change from his treatment from his former master. Raoul virtually ignored Hakhan as long as all his duties were carried out. Hakhan had only recently stopped flinching when his master called for him.

 

Hakhan's previous master took great delight in beating him regularly. The smallest infraction had been worth a whipping. At times, there had been no apparent reason for the random bouts of physical cruelty. Then, like now, Hakhan's former Blondie master had called the painful, lengthy beatings `rewards'. Hakhan reached the conclusion that the reward was for his master, not him.

 

Hakhan was beaten into unconsciousness during one of those `reward' sessions, and woke up to find that his status was forever, cruelly changed from Pet to Docked Furniture. He never knew what provoked his master to beat him unconscious that last time. His former master had been in a towering rage and had taken a small whip to his genitals after thoroughly strapping his chest and thighs. The Blondie had forced an erection on Hakhan through the use of the Pet ring he wore and had laughed as he'd applied the whip, drawing blood within the first few strokes. Hakhan remembered very little of that last beating after the whip began descending on his erect dick, but he suspected that his master had damaged his cock to the point that amputation was required. There was no other logical reason Hakhan could think of for his ending up as docked Furniture. His former master was cruel enough that he would have found sadistic pleasure in making a Pet into such a thing. Hakhan did remember the searing pain from the kiss of the whip and the warm blood that flowed down his thighs. He remembered screaming in agony and begging him master to stop. The last he could recall before he woke up in the hospital was his master laughing at his pain and pleas for mercy as his abused flesh was kept erect by the Pet ring he wore.

 

Hakhan folded his clothes and placed them on the floor near the foot of the bed. He was shaking with fear as bits and pieces of his last beating darted through his mind. He climbed onto the bed, and his stomach rolled unpleasantly as he fought not to be sick. He wasn't sure what Raoul wanted to whip first, his chest or back. He didn't want to ask and make his punishment even greater for not simply knowing instinctively. His previous master liked to abuse his chest and the tops of his thighs first so he could see the initial bursts of pain and agony in Hakhan's face before he began working on his back and ass. Hakhan decided to lie on his back and hoped it was the right position.

 

“Hey, Raoul, I just thought of this really cool thing we can do with this…” Zesiro began as he entered the bedroom with a glass of juice and a long, slender purple fruit in his hand.

 

Zesiro saw Raoul standing with his back to him near his wall of toys yet he caught movement on the bed. He turned his head, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw Hakhan laying nude on the bed with his legs spread. Zesiro set his glass and the fruit down on a table, and crossed to Raoul.

 

“Demsho, why is Hakhan nude in your bed?” Zesiro asked in a low voice.

 

“You want him, don't you? Maybe I want to watch a little show. I haven't watched a pairing in a while. You don't mind an audience, do you?”

 

“No, I don't mind an audience. I think it's pretty hot to fuck in front of a crowd. You're not doing this just to be an asshole because I bugged you about him, are you?” Zesiro asked suspiciously.

 

Raoul laughed and took Zesiro by the arm and led him to the bed. He waved his hand at Hakhan, and moved to sit at the foot of the bed where he could lean against one of the posts and watch.

 

“You wanted, I provided. It'll give my ass and cock a rest. Give me a good show, Zesiro.”

 

Zesiro grinned at Raoul and gave him a deep, hard kiss. He turned to stare at Hakhan, and got his first good look at the Furniture that drew protective instincts from him every time he saw him. What he saw shocked and dismayed him.

 

Hakhan's body, from collarbones to ankles, was covered in the silvery lines of healed scars. Zesiro had a few scars from fights that turned deadly serious, but nothing compared to what Hakhan had. A slow, burning anger began to form in Zesiro. The type of scarring he saw was the result of long-term, systematic sadistic torture. He instinctively knew that Hakhan's back would be as bad, if not worse than his front. No one should be subjected to that kind of torture. Ever since his brother Zivon's own torture and scarring, Zesiro developed zero tolerance for those who did such a thing to other people.

 

Zesiro's eyes travelled over the Furniture's groin and noted the hairless aspect absently. The Awh'anise had never seen an altered male before, and was looking his fill now. He still felt it was a damn shame that Hakhan was modified in such a way. Zesiro saw that Hakhan had about an inch of tissue left where his cock used to be, and he hoped that with patience, the stump could be stimulated enough to bring Hakhan pleasure. Zesiro didn't think Hakhan got much pleasure in his life otherwise.

 

Zesiro gave Hakhan a lusty smile as he approached the prone Furniture. The Shal-hazal froze when he heard the quiet little whimper, and saw the terror in Hakhan's eyes. When he reached out to touch Hakhan, Zesiro saw the tensing of muscles, and could smell the fear oozing from him. Zesiro sat next to the Furniture being careful not to touch him, and schooled his features to show nothing but friendliness.

 

“What's wrong, Hakhan? I'm not going to hurt you.”

 

“Nothing's wrong, sir. I'm here to serve you,” Hakhan said in a voice that trembled.

 

“No, you're here for pleasure, Hakhan. You're not here to serve me.”

 

“Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I'm here for your pleasure, sir,” Hakhan said as he tensed further.

 

“You're here for both our pleasure,” Zesiro corrected gently. Something wasn't right about Hakhan being in the bed, but Zesiro couldn't quite put his finger on it.

 

“Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I'm here for your pleasure, and that of Master Raoul,” Hakhan said as he began to sweat with nervousness. The smell of his fear was thick in Zesiro's nose.

 

“Hakhan, did you choose to be here?” Zesiro asked as a horrible thought occurred to him.

 

“Sir?” Hakhan asked in a small, shaking voice. Zesiro could have sworn that the Furniture was about to burst into frightened tears, and turned to face Raoul.

 

The anger on the Shal-hazal's face surprised the Blondie, and he had no idea why Zesiro was angry. The Awh'anise wanted to have Hakhan in bed. Raoul had done that for him. The Blondie knew from the experience of the past few days that it wouldn't be long before Zesiro would need to fuck again. Zesiro had someone spread out for him waiting to be fucked. Raoul just couldn't see what the problem was.

 

“Did you ask, or did you tell him to be here? This is important, Raoul. Did he consent to sharing my bed?” Zesiro asked in a low voice.

 

“I called him in here, told him to strip and lay on the bed. What's the problem?”

 

Zesiro sighed and looked down as he tried to control his temper. Raoul wasn't at fault. Zesiro hadn't seen any reason to tell him about a few of the peculiarities of the Awh'anise people and he was paying for it now. Zesiro turned back to Hakhan and fixed him with a gentle look.

 

“Hakhan, I want you to answer this honestly. It's extremely important to me that you do, and neither Raoul nor I will be angry with whatever you say. I find you very attractive and I'd really like to have you in bed with me. I'll do everything I can to give you pleasure because I believe you can have physical pleasure. But, I have to know you want to be here,” Zesiro said softly.

 

“I'm here to give you pleasure,” Hakhan said with confusion in his voice. He didn't know what his master's lover wanted him to say. If he said the wrong thing, his beating could be worse.

 

“No, that's not it, Hakhan. I'm Awh'anise, and while that probably means nothing to you, as a people, we need freely given consent from a sex partner or we don't have sex with that person. There are always willing people around to pair with. To take a person against his will is a crime as serious as murder for my people. So, I ask again, Hakhan, do you really want to have sex with me?”

 

Hakhan stared at Zesiro, and wondered what he was supposed to say. Raoul obviously wanted to please his new lover by giving him what he wanted. Why the exotically beautiful alien wanted him, a Furniture, was beyond Hakhan. But Zesiro was refusing to go any further unless Hakhan said he wanted to have sex. The last time Hakhan had sex was over three years ago before he'd been turned into Furniture. He'd felt desire a few times during the past three years, but had been unable to do anything about those feelings. He remembered how pleasurable sex was, but had serious doubts that he'd have anything more than frustrated desire to deal with. Hakhan wanted to avoid being beaten for refusing, but Zesiro said he needed an honest answer.

 

“The choice is yours, Hakhan. Stay, and I swear you'll feel only pleasure. Go, and no punishment will come your way for choosing not to share my bed. Raoul, your word that Hakhan won't be punished if he decides to leave.”

 

“Since you were the one who wanted to fuck him, and it'll be your frustrated desire, Zesiro, I don't care one way or the other. Hakhan, you can leave if you want, and you won't be punished since this is what Zesiro wants,” Raoul said with a shake of his head. He just didn't understand Zesiro some times.

 

Hakhan looked at Raoul and saw the bored disinterest in the Blondie's face. He really didn't care what Hakhan decided, and it seemed like there actually wasn't going to be any beating coming his way. Some of the tension drained out of Hakhan, and he turned his eyes to Zesiro. The Awh'anise was waiting patiently for his answer.

 

“Do you really find me attractive even though I'm….” Hakhan asked in a soft voice as he was tempted to cover his groin to hide what had been done to him. Only his deeply ingrained training prevented him from doing so.

 

“Yes, I really do. I don't make a habit of saying I'd like to fuck somebody I'm not attracted to. I know you were a Pet before, and Raoul told me you can still feel arousal and desire. I think that if we're patient, we can find pleasure together. Do you want to try, Hakhan?”

 

Hakhan bit his lip as he thought. The offer of mutual pleasure was incredibly tempting. It had been so long since he'd felt another person touching him with desire. Or just touching him period. Hakhan thought that even if he got nothing more than some human contact from the encounter with Zesiro, it would be worth it. It had been so long since he was touched in a way that wasn't accidental or painful. Zesiro seemed sincere in his belief that pleasure was possible although Hakhan had doubts. He'd never know if he didn't take the chance.

 

“I'll stay,” Hakhan said softly as his heart pounded in his chest. He hoped he wasn't making a huge mistake.

 

Zesiro smiled with pleasure at Hakhan.

 

“If you change your mind, or I do anything you don't like and you want me to stop, I will. My partner's pleasure is just as important to me as my own. I'm in a breeding cycle right now, and my control might get a little shaky despite my best intentions. If you tell me to stop and I don't, you are to say `Tay' to me. I'll stop instantly when I hear that word. Repeat it,” Zesiro demanded in a low voice as he suddenly leaned aggressively into Hakhan's space, gripped his arms tightly and licked the Furniture's lips.

 

“Tay,” Hakhan squeaked out in sudden fear at Zesiro's quick, aggressive move.

 

Zesiro moaned, and almost threw himself backwards away from Hakhan. He crouched on the floor, and his tail curled around his feet in a protective gesture. He was breathing hard through his mouth, and a shudder moved through his body.

 

“Zesiro?” Raoul asked in concern as he stared at his lover. He'd never seen Zesiro act the way he was doing now.

 

“I'm fine, Raoul. I can't help this reaction,” he said with a shiver. “You'll be safe with me as long as you remember that word, Hakhan. It only works in a sexual situation, but as you can see, it's effective,” Zesiro said as he stood slowly.

 

Hakhan sat up and stared at Zesiro in surprise. The Awh'anise's reaction to hearing him say `tay' had been too startling to be anything other than genuine. Hakhan was shocked that he'd been given the power to so completely rebuff Zesiro. From Raoul's expression, he hadn't been told the word and Hakhan wondered why Zesiro decided to tell him. He was only Furniture. He had very little value.

 

“Now that you've told me `no' in the strongest words possible for me to hear, I need to hear you say you do want to stay with me before I can approach you sexually again. You hold the power here, Hakhan.”

 

A rush of giddy, unaccustomed power moved through Hakhan. He'd never before been given such a thing, or even dreamed that it was possible. For that gift alone, Hakhan was willing to allow Zesiro to do virtually whatever he wanted with him.

 

“I want to stay and see what happens,” Hakhan said with a shy confidence that had been missing before.

 

Zesiro smiled and approached the bed. He detoured to Raoul first and kissed the Blondie softly. He nuzzled into Raoul's neck and whispered into his ear.

 

“Hakhan is still nervous. Just watch quietly, and if you want to join in, do me. Take it slow or you'll scare the living fuck out of him. He's had the shit beaten out of him by the Blondie who had him before you so he's understandably skittish.”

 

Raoul looked at Zesiro in surprise but nodded slightly. He got comfortable and waited to see what Zesiro was going to do to try to give pleasure to his docked Furniture. The Blondie figured that even if his Furniture didn't get pleasure, it would be erotic to see Zesiro try.

 

Zesiro approached Hakhan, and knelt on the bed between his still spread legs. He turned slightly so Raoul could see both of them in profile and brought his tail forward. Hakhan looked at Zesiro's tail curiously, and jumped in surprise when the puffy tip brushed over his chest. Zesiro grinned at Hakhan, and moved the tip of his tail over the Furniture's skin, tracing the thin scars lightly. After the first few passes, Hakhan relaxed slightly.

 

“Scars are seen as badges of bravery among the Awh'anise,” Zesiro said softly as he continued to trace the silvery lines with the tip of his tail. “For what you endured to have this many, you would be praised as a strong, brave individual. The scars enhance your beauty, Hakhan.”

 

A delicate rosy flush coloured Hakhan's cheeks at the unexpected praise. He knew Blondies valued unblemished perfection, and his body would be seen as repulsive with its multitude of criss-crossing marks. His previous master enjoyed the marks only because he had been the one to put them on Hakhan's skin.

 

“Will you let me touch you?” Zesiro asked in a husky voice.

 

Hakhan glanced at the talons at the end of Zesiro's fingers, and bit his lip before he nodded his head. The talons looked sharp, and he couldn't stop the flinch when Zesiro placed his hand on his shoulder. Hakhan's breathing sped up with his nervousness as he waited for the sharp sting of the talons piercing his flesh. The Furniture sucked in a quick breath when instead of pain, a shivery tickle tracked down his arms. He raised wide, questioning eyes to Zesiro.

 

“I said I wouldn't hurt you, Hakhan. Tell me if something does hurt and I'll stop. Do you like the way this feels?”

 

Hakhan nodded, and squirmed as the Awh'anise lightly trailed talons over his chest. The tip of Zesiro's tail was still brushing back and forth over his skin, relaxing and arousing him at the same time. A giggle escaped Hakhan when the tip of Zesiro's tail brushed teasingly over his nipples. His eyes widened in sudden fear, and he shot a nervous look at the Awh'anise.

 

“Sex should always be about the pleasure of the moment, Hakhan. If I tickle you, laugh. If what I do makes you want to smile, then smile. I want to make you feel good. I get enjoyment from knowing that I've done something that makes you feel good. Let yourself go, and accept the joy I want to give you,” Zesiro said softly as he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Hakhan's. The Awh'anise teased Hakhan's mouth until the Furniture opened to him. Zesiro hummed his approval, and slipped his tongue inside.

 

Raoul watched his lover kiss his Furniture, and felt his cock come to life. Zesiro was the picture of gentle restrained desire and Raoul marvelled at the Awh'anise's control since he knew that the need to fuck was still moving through Zesiro's system. Hakhan was as classic a submissive as a person could get, and Raoul found that more enticing than he would have thought. Zesiro manoeuvred Hakhan until the Furniture was lying on his back once again.

 

Zesiro glanced over at Raoul, sent his lover a wicked smile before he bent over Hakhan, and began placing gentle kisses and licks over his body. Each kiss was whisper light and each lick an exercise in restraint. The Shal-hazal ghosted his hands over Hakhan's body, only giving him the barest of touches. The Furniture twisted and arched into each feather light caress and made soft little sounds of pleasure. Zesiro hovered over one of Hakhan's nipples for several long seconds before making a lazy swipe with his tongue. Hakhan sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation, and let it out in a rush when Zesiro repeated the motion.

 

Zesiro lowered his mouth and sucked gently on Hakhan's nipple. The Furniture elicited a soft moan, and his hands fisted in the rumpled bed sheets at his side. Zesiro slid his hand over Hakhan's other nipple and rubbed the flat disk until it pebbled under the easy touch. The Awh'anise began to roll the erect nub between his fingers as he worried the other gently with his teeth. Hakhan groaned quietly, and his eyes closed as Zesiro worked to call forth arousal from him.

 

Raoul was surprised at the slow pace Zesiro was using. From his position at the foot of the bed, he could see the Awh'anise was already erect yet he seemed in no hurry to mount Hakhan. Every now and again, Zesiro would glance at Raoul to make sure he was watching what was unfolding in front of him. Although Raoul initially had reservations about having Zesiro pair with his Furniture, the show was proving to be very erotic. Raoul could see a delicate flush of colour on Hakhan's skin, and every now and again, he heard a quiet sound of desire.

 

Zesiro continued his gentle touches and licks until he began to smell arousal coming from Hakhan. He left the Furniture's nipples and began to trace wet kisses and quick licks down Hakhan's torso. He stopped to dip his tongue in Hakhan's navel, and smiled when a muffled laugh escaped the Furniture at the ticklish touch. He did it again just to hear the delightful sound from Hakhan.

 

“You can touch me too, if you want, Hakhan. I enjoy being touched,” Zesiro said softly.

 

“I'd like that, sir,” Hakhan said shyly.

 

“Zesiro. When you're in bed with me, unless we're playing a kinky game, I'm Zesiro to you.”

 

Hakhan nodded as he let go of the death grip he'd had on the sheets, and tentatively touched Zesiro's shoulder and trailed his fingers down the Shal-hazal's arm. The pleased hum of the Awh'anise encouraged Hakhan to stroke Zesiro's skin. Long, unused skills as a Pet trickled back into Hakhan's mind, and he danced his fingers over skin as he hadn't done in years. Zesiro's breath stuttered in his chest at the skilful touch, and he shot a surprised look first at Hakhan then at Raoul.

 

“I told you he was a Pet before. Pets are bred and trained for pleasure. I'm sure he hasn't forgotten a moment of his training,” Raoul said with a smirk as he lightly ran his fingers over his erect cock.

 

Zesiro could feel his arousal building, and the need to fuck started to push at his senses. He hadn't expected the simple touches of Hakhan to feel so good. Raoul never touched him as Hakhan was doing. Then again, Zesiro had never spent as much time just kissing and licking Raoul as he was currently spending on Hakhan. Zesiro made a mental note to correct that oversight the next time he had Raoul under him. Rough and hungry was always a pleasure, but there were times when Zesiro liked to feel the slow slide of fingers caressing his skin and the gentle licks and kisses of a leisurely session.

 

The Shal-hazal moved regretfully away from the pleasure of Hakhan's touch, and swept his hands lightly over the insides of Hakhan's thighs. The Furniture tensed and his eyes anxiously sought out Zesiro's. Zesiro cupped Hakhan's balls and gently rolled them in his hands. The Awh'anise saw the battle waging in the Furniture's face to want to cover what had been done to him and training that was ingrained to never hide from anything sexual. Deciding that the best way to show that he wasn't disgusted by Hakhan's appearance was by taking action, Zesiro closed his mouth over the stump of the Furniture's cock.

 

Hakhan cried out in shock from both the pleasure, and the fact that Zesiro had taken his scarred flesh into his mouth. Wonderful sensations radiated out from his groin, and his hands clenched and released the sheets as he tried to deal with feeling things he thought lost to him. He almost protested when Zesiro's mouth left his groin.

 

“Be a doll and get the lube for me, demsho,” Zesiro said to Raoul.

 

Raoul left the bed and returned with the requested lube. He poured a little out into his own hand and slicked his cock. Zesiro grinned at him and held out his hand. Raoul obliged and poured out a generous amount into his hand. He hadn't expected Zesiro to put his mouth to Hakhan's groin, but found the sight of his Awh'anise lover's mouth latched onto his Furniture's groin wickedly erotic. With the scarred area covered by Zesiro's mouth, Raoul could almost let himself believe that Zesiro was servicing an intact Pet.

 

Zesiro brought his slicked fingers to Hakhan's ass, and rubbed them back and forth. Hakhan tensed at the first touch, but slowly relaxed when he felt nothing but unhurried pleasure. Zesiro began to roll and play with Hakhan's balls again, and he relaxed further under the Shal-hazal's hands. Zesiro leaned down and began licking and curling his tongue around Hakhan's shortened cock while he kept up the lazy stroking of his slippery fingers over the Furniture's tight hole. When Hakhan began to thrust his hips up to Zesiro, a finger was gently pushed inside the former Pet wringing a drawn out moan from him.

 

Raoul moved from his place at the foot of the bed and knelt next to Zesiro for a better view of what his lover was doing. Even with the fine tracery of scars covering his body, Hakhan was still a beautiful man. Seeing him with the flush of desire colouring his skin, and hearing the lush sounds of arousal coming from him was pushing his own lust higher. Knowing that Zesiro was determined to give Hakhan as much pleasure as he could was also increasing the Blondie's need.

 

Zesiro added another finger to the one already inside Hakhan, and was rewarded by the excited little moan and thrusting of hips. The Awh'anise began gently opening Hakhan, trying not to rush. The need to be inside his partner was stretching his restraint thin. Zesiro sucked strongly on Hakhan before pushing a third finger to him, curling his hand forward and pressing firmly on his prostate. The Furniture groaned, and his head tossed from side to side as pleasure built in him. He whimpered in protest when Zesiro's mouth left him.

 

“Take him, Zesiro,” Raoul urged in a low voice as he stroked himself.

 

“I need to be inside you, Hakhan,” Zesiro said as he pulled his fingers from Hakhan and slicked his cock.

 

Raoul watched Zesiro prepare himself, and felt a smile appear on his lips. Zesiro was still under the influence of his cycle. Those wonderfully stimulating pearls appeared down the length of the Awh'anise's cock, and Raoul had a moment of jealously towards Hakhan, knowing that the Furniture was going to experience the incredible feeling of the pearls sliding in and out of his ass as well as the powerful aphrodisiac of the Sliaru. Raoul was slightly mollified with the knowledge that he'd get to enjoy the rippling muscles of Zesiro's ass on his cock.

 

Hakhan opened his eyes to stare at Zesiro with a measure of wariness. He tensed briefly at the feel of a cock pressing against his hole before forcing himself to relax. He couldn't help hissing at the slight sting of Zesiro's cock entering him. He waited for the Awh'anise to shove his cock all the way in, and was surprised when Zesiro remained motionless.

 

“All right?” Zesiro asked in a strained voice as he struggled to hold himself still.

 

Hakhan nodded; amazed that he was being shown so much consideration. He expected more pain than he received when Zesiro first entered him. The care being given him to provide only pleasure and as little pain as possible was simply stunning to Hakhan. He'd never been treated so well during a pairing, and Hakhan felt a faint prickle of tears in the corners of his eyes.

 

“You're going to love this,” Zesiro said in a deep voice as he slowly pushed into Hakhan.

 

Hakhan had a second to wonder what Zesiro meant when he felt the first pearls slide inside him. His eyes widened in shocked delight, and his breath caught in his chest before leaving in a rush. A low groan left him as he felt each pearl tease his sensitive hole. When Zesiro was fully buried inside him, the man simply held himself still and caught Hakhan's eyes. The Furniture opened his mouth to ask why Zesiro wasn't moving when lust exploded through his body.

 

Every nerve in Hakhan's body signalled pleasure. His back arched, and a broken sob escaped him at the intense sensations suddenly bombarding him. His balls felt heavy and ached in a way he hadn't felt since he was a Pet. Hakhan ground his ass against Zesiro's groin, and wordless pleas for release tumbled from his lips. His hands came up to hold Zesiro tight to him, and Hakhan instinctively bared his throat to Zesiro as he whimpered in need. A moan of delight was wrung from him when Zesiro began to move, hitting his prostate with every deep thrust.

 

Raoul watched Hakhan and wondered if he looked like that when Zesiro took him with the effects of the pearls and the Sliaru. The blatant need on the Furniture's face was incredibly erotic, and his words begging for more cranked Raoul's desire even higher. Hakhan's pupils were huge, almost eclipsing the hazel green colour of his eyes. Raoul watched Zesiro thrust into the Furniture with restrained passion for several minutes. Each thrust into Hakhan made the Furniture writhe in ecstasy and sob his pleasure. Raoul touched Zesiro's shoulder, and the fierce hunger in the Awh'anise's eyes when he looked at Raoul spiked the Blondie's lust.

 

“Push into him and don't move. I'm going to have your ass while you fuck him.”

 

Zesiro gave a pleased growl and pushed into Hakhan. The Furniture ground his hips into Zesiro, and panted as he strained to make the Awh'anise move. Zesiro began to breath harshly through his mouth as need pushed at him. He felt Raoul move behind him, and when the Blondie placed his hand on Zesiro's hip, the Shal-hazal quickly wrapped his tail around Raoul's arm. A low growl of pleasure at the quick sting of entry escaped him as Raoul pushed his slicked cock into his unprepared opening.

 

The gentle pleasure he'd shown Hakhan warred with the slight sting of being taken with no preparation. Zesiro's mind and body reeled as the two conflicting sensations clashed and mixed. He wanted to continue to give gentle delight to Hakhan under him, but he needed to feel the rough hunger Raoul was ready to deliver. Zesiro couldn't remain motionless any longer as the urges of his cycle took over. He began driving into Hakhan under him, and felt Raoul follow his rhythm in his own ass. Hakhan gasped and arched hard into Zesiro from a particularly forceful thrust. A scream that was a mix of surprise and ecstasy was torn from Hakhan as his balls drew up tight and his first orgasm in over three years shook him. He gasped, and his eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Shudders wracked Hakhan's body for several seconds before he went limp from the effects of all that was happening to him.

 

“Tail,” Zesiro growled at Raoul as he shuddered from the strong clenching of Hakhan's ass on his cock.

 

Raoul grinned and gripped the base of Zesiro's tail. Just the feel of his fingers wrapping around it had Zesiro growling. Raoul squeezed hard, and was rewarded with the dark snarl and sounds of fabric tearing under sharp talons that signalled his Awh'anise lover hitting a powerful orgasm. Raoul groaned as Zesiro's ass rippled over his cock and let his own peak catch him.

 

Zesiro panted like he'd run a marathon. Shivers of pleasure wracked his body. He made a deep purring noise in his throat at feeling Raoul's lips on the back of his neck. Zesiro slowly eased from Hakhan, and gave a disappointed sigh when Raoul slipped from his ass as well. The Awh'anise lay on his side next to Hakhan and gently stroked the Furniture's face as he waited for him to recover from the intense sensations of the Sliaru. He expected that it would take Hakhan a little longer than it had taken Raoul to recover considering that the Furniture was also dealing with his first orgasm since he had been turned from Pet to Furniture.

 

Raoul spooned behind Zesiro and nuzzled the back of his lover's neck. Zesiro wriggled his ass into Raoul's groin and made purring noises in his throat. His tail had loosened from Raoul's arm and snaked down to wrap around the Blondie's leg. The tip brushed over the bottom of Raoul's foot, tickling the Blondie and forcing a giggle out.

 

Raoul looked over Zesiro's shoulder at his Furniture. There was a flush on Hakhan's pale skin. Raoul had never seen the Furniture look so relaxed. A small smile played over Hakhan's lips, and when he finally opened his exotically tilted eyes, Raoul was stunned at the joy he saw there. He watched as the Furniture slowly sat up and turned to give Zesiro a kiss that was sweet and heartfelt. When Hakhan pulled back from the Awh'anise, tears sparkled in his eyes, and he looked at Raoul with uncertainty before he leaned over and gave the Blondie a fast kiss that was just as sweet and heartfelt as the one he'd given Zesiro. Hakhan moved back quickly as if afraid he would be punished for daring to be so familiar with his master. To say Raoul was surprised by the actions of his Furniture was an understatement. His Furniture never touched anyone and seemed to take great pains to avoid contact. What was it about Zesiro that seemed to affect change where ever he went?

 

“Thank you, Master Raoul, for allowing me to have this experience. Thank you, Zesiro for giving me something I thought gone forever. It's an incredible gift I didn't deserve,” Hakhan said as he bowed his head, and the tears finally fell. He swiped at the wetness, embarrassed at his emotional outburst.

 

“Everybody deserves pleasure, Hakhan,” Zesiro said as he pulled the Furniture down into his arms and began stroking his skin.

 

Hakhan gasped and arched into Zesiro. His eyes widened, and he stared at Raoul and Zesiro with confusion as arousal moved through his body again. A wanting moan escaped the Furniture, and he bit his lip as he tried not to ask for more than he'd already been given.

 

“Until the Sliaru works itself out of your system, you're going to feel aroused like this. Usually, jerking off or another fucking will take care of the residuals,” Zesiro said as he gently set Hakhan aside and moved out from between the two men.

 

Zesiro pushed Raoul onto his back and reached for Hakhan's hand. He brought it to Raoul's flaccid cock and wrapped the Furniture's fingers around it. Both Raoul and Hakhan seemed startled at the contact and looked at Zesiro.

 

“I can't fuck him again or I'll just be adding more of the Sliaru to his system. He can't fuck me or jerk off. I can't just leave him needing relief anymore than I'd leave you hanging, Raoul.”

 

“But,” began Raoul.

 

“Yeah, yeah, Hakhan is Furniture. Big fucking deal. He didn't choose to be that way. He's beautiful, willing and highly skilled. He's also under the influence of the Sliaru. You know what that's like.”

 

Raoul did know what it was like to be under the influence of the powerful stimulant the pearls on Zesiro's cock produced. The Awh'anise never denied the Blondie his ass or mouth to work the rest of the Sliaru from his system. Raoul knew that if Hakhan had a cock, it would be erect. As it was, the poor Furniture was starting to look anxious and flushed as arousal continued to rise through his body.

 

“He's going to ride you, demsho, and I'm going to lick and suck him while he does.”

 

Hakhan shot a startled look at Zesiro before turning his eyes to Raoul. What Zesiro was suggesting just wasn't something that was done. It was one thing for an alien to take a Furniture to bed. It was quite another to think a Blondie would do so. Hakhan was surprised to see that Raoul seemed to be considering the idea.

 

“What about you, Zesiro?” Raoul asked as the taboo, yet kinky, idea of taking his Furniture settled in his brain.

 

“I have a plan…” Zesiro trailed off with a lecherous grin.

 

Raoul knew he should have been worried. Zesiro was a born shit disturber and had already surprised him with the pearls, the pleasurable rings of muscle in his ass and the Sliaru. If it wasn't for the inherent promise of yet more erotic delights, Raoul would have demanded an explanation from his Awh'anise lover. Zesiro rummaged for the lube in the tangled bed sheets and squirted out a generous amount in his hand. He brought his hand back to Raoul's cock and wrapped slick fingers over Hakhan's fingers and began to slide his hand up and down Raoul's returning erection.

 

Zesiro leaned forward and kissed Hakhan as they stroked Raoul to full hardness. Raoul couldn't believe how arousing he was finding it to have his lover kiss his Furniture while they both brought his cock erect. When Raoul was ready, Zesiro broke the kiss and released Raoul's dick. Hakhan continued to expertly stroke his Blondie master as he looked to Zesiro with a question of what to do next in his eyes.

 

“Face me when you take Raoul inside, shay-shon. I need your back to Raoul for what I have planned for us all,” Zesiro instructed as he stroked a hand down Hakhan's chest and palmed a nipple.

 

Hakhan shivered in pleasure before he nodded and straddled Raoul's hips. He couldn't believe he was about to take his Blondie master's cock inside his body. His former master never did anything like that with him. Not that he would have wanted to, but Hakhan had heard rumours of how good Blondies were as lovers. Hakhan positioned Raoul and slowly lowered himself down. He bit his lip at the slight discomfort from the large size, and pushed down until Raoul was buried completely inside him. The sting of being stretched faded and arousal continued to move through his body from the lingering effect of the Sliaru and his own re-awakened desires. He would have started to raise and lower himself if Zesiro hadn't stopped him with a firm hand on his hip.

 

Zesiro stared at Hakhan as the Furniture ground his ass down on Raoul's groin. Little whimpers of need escaped his throat, and Raoul groaned as he placed his hands on Hakhan's hips to start guiding him. Zesiro moved around and lowered his head to kiss his Blondie lover. The kiss was very different from what he usually gave Raoul. Instead of rough passion, it was tender and slow.

 

“Easy, demsho,” Zesiro whispered against Raoul's lips. “He's been badly used in the past and needs gentleness. You could use a little of that yourself. My oversight that I haven't done that for you and I apologise for that. Just rock against him and see how good that can feel.”

 

Raoul wasn't sure what Zesiro was up to, but the Awh'anise hadn't led him wrong yet, sexually speaking. He did as Zesiro asked, and gave a pleased groan when he heard the moan of desire from his Furniture. Hakhan was exquisitely tight on his cock, and as the former Pet picked up the easy rocking motion, he began to squeeze and release the muscles in his ass, much like the sensation that Raoul felt when buried inside Zesiro. His Awh'anise lover kissed him once more before he moved back around in front of Hakhan. Raoul felt Hakhan shiver and heard the little gasp of pleasure, but he wanted to see what Zesiro was doing. The Blondie groaned as he felt Zesiro cup his balls and squeeze gently.

 

Raoul sat up behind the smaller man and looked over his shoulder to see Zesiro crouched between their splayed legs, licking at what remained of Hakhan's cock. His long fingers were busy teasing and playing with both men's balls. Raoul noticed that Zesiro had wrapped his tail around his own cock and was stroking himself with it. Hakhan had his fingers buried in Zesiro's flame red hair, sobbing moans and pleas for release came from his throat.

 

Raoul gave a lush sounding groan when he felt one of Zesiro's lube covered fingers slip into his ass. He lay back down to allow the Shal-hazal greater access to his ass, moaning with pleasure when Zesiro buried two fingers inside him. Hakhan whimpered and began to rock faster. Raoul could hear noises that suggested Zesiro had moved past licking Hakhan to sucking. When Zesiro removed his fingers from Raoul, the Blondie moaned a protest until he felt something ticklish brush against his stretched and lubed hole.

 

Raoul sucked in a sharp breath as he realized what Zesiro was doing. His Awh'anise lover managed to surprise him yet again as he felt Zesiro slowly push his tail into him. Raoul exhaled on a groan as he felt the Shal-hazal's thick, flexible tail wriggle further up his ass than he'd ever felt anything go before. Raoul wasn't sure if he was straining away from the pressure of the tail now twitching erotically in his ass or straining towards it.

 

Hakhan was frantically circling his hips, and Raoul felt his Furniture's fingers dig into his thighs seconds before he gave a throaty moan and tossed his head back. Hakhan's back arched and his body shuddered as his ass began to rhythmically squeeze the Blondie's cock. Zesiro's growl was muffled with his mouth latched firmly to the Furniture's groin as he drank down Hakhan's seed. Raoul groaned and gripped Hakhan's hips as he pushed as far into his Furniture as he could before letting release rush through him. Zesiro moaned and his tail jerked in Raoul's ass as he peaked.

 

Hakhan leaned forward with his hands on Raoul's thighs and panted harshly. Raoul closed his eyes and shivered at the feel of the erratic flutters of Hakhan's ass on his sensitized cock and the firm, thick press of Zesiro's tail inside him. Zesiro remained on hands and knees and made soft chuffing noises as he tried to steady his breathing.

 

When he got his breathing back under control, Zesiro helped Hakhan from Raoul. The Blondie moaned softly at the feel of his cock leaving the tightness of his Furniture. Zesiro pulled his tail slowly from Raoul, earning another moan of pleasure from the Blondie. Zesiro sat back on his heels, panting lightly. He grinned at the two men facing him.

 

“Now that was an excellent fucking time,” Zesiro said with a satisfied smile. “We all need a shower now though. I refuse to sleep with either one of you when you're all sweaty… and I have a tail to clean off.”

 

Raoul felt an unaccustomed blush climb into his cheeks, and he felt Hakhan's wide eyed stare. Zesiro laughed as he grabbed both Hakhan and Raoul's hands and pulled them from the bed. He kissed each man soundly before they headed for the shower. Hakhan followed as if in a daze, and Raoul wondered if there was anything else his Awh'anise lover planned to surprise him with.

 

*********

 

Hakhan had been surprised when Zesiro pulled him back to the bedroom after the shower. He first thought the Awh'anise wanted to have him again, which he wouldn't have been opposed to, but when Zesiro had folded him in a loose embrace and did nothing more than stroke his hair and back, silent tears had fallen from the simple, undemanding contact. Eventually, Hakhan had fallen asleep, feeling like he'd been given the most precious gift of another person's caring touch.

 

“Raoul, what's the name of the Blondie who tortured Hakhan?” Zesiro asked softly as he held the physically and emotionally exhausted Furniture in his arms and stroked his hair.

 

“There's nothing you can do, Zesiro. What Hakhan's former master did is allowable under Amoian law. If he'd wanted to, he could have legally killed Hakhan,” Raoul said as he felt a twinge of jealousy at the gentle touch his Furniture was getting from his lover.

 

“I don't care if it was allowable or not. You simply don't treat people that way. Torture for the sake of torture isn't something I can turn a blind eye to, Raoul. I have my reasons for that. Hakhan was tortured and you know it. You know there's a difference between kinky rough play and what happened to him.”

 

“It doesn't matter. It's in the past and he was a Pet when it happened. I've never laid a hand on him. I think this was the first time I've even touched him. I never would have if you hadn't pestered me about him. I still can't believe I fucked my own Furniture,” Raoul said with disbelief in his voice as he reached out and fingered one of Hakhan's silky caramel coloured locks.

 

“It matters, Raoul. Hakhan was bred to be a Pet, yes, but nobody is meant to be abused like what he's been through.”

 

Raoul said nothing, but admitted to himself that Zesiro was right. He'd seen Hakhan naked when he first brought the Furniture home, but hadn't thought about how he'd acquired the multitude of scars on his body. As long as Hakhan did his duties as was expected, Raoul had ignored his existence. Thanks to Zesiro, he wasn't going to be able to do that now. The Blondie wasn't sure how he felt about that. Zesiro was upsetting his nice, orderly world and making him see his Furniture as a person. Next thing he knew, he'd be seeing his Pets as people instead of amusing toys bred for his pleasure. Raoul was fast coming to the conclusion that Zesiro was a very dangerous man in more than one way.

 

“You may not believe me, but Hakhan needs to be touched. I'd go so far as to say the need to be touched was bred into him. The Awh'anise are a people that require frequent touching and I recognize that in others. Both of you would benefit from gentle caresses. Just try holding him sometime, or let him brush and play with your hair. It won't take much contact to make both of you feel good. I swear you'll both enjoy it more than you think.”

 

“You're asking an awful lot from me,” Raoul said with a sigh. “Blondies don't pair with Pets, and most certainly not with their Furniture. Touching them for purposes other than punishment is strictly frowned upon. Things like touching for the pleasure of contact between two people or just because, simply isn't done.”

 

“Bullshit,” Zesiro snorted. “Iason is screwing his Pet into the mattress every chance he gets, and I know for a fact Mingan is fucking my Vi'deshron silly. It's a stupid rule you have not to screw people you breed and train for that purpose. I won't try to force you to touch Hakhan, or him to touch you, but I really do think it would do you both good. He needs it, demsho, and so do you.”

 

Raoul sighed. Zesiro seemed determined that he view his Furniture as more than just… well… Furniture. The Blondie did enjoy what the three of them had done together. Hakhan felt fantastic on his cock, and once he was lost in the pleasure Zesiro was determined to wring from his body, the Furniture's responses were exquisite because they were genuine. Raoul thought Hakhan's reactions were more erotic than the trained sighs and moans of the high price Pets he currently had.

 

The Blondie couldn't see himself taking Hakhan to his bed again unless Zesiro initiated it. He highly doubted Hakhan would approach him no matter how much he might want to experience the pleasure he believed lost to him forever. Some things were simply too deeply ingrained to be easily overcome. But if it would humour his Awh'anise lover, he could unbend enough to let Hakhan play with his hair and see what came of that. Knowing Zesiro as he did, Raoul knew the man would pester him about touching Hakhan until he gave in out of irritation just to shut him up.

 

“Give me the name of the Blondie, demsho. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important to me. I will dig the information out of your brain as you sleep if you don't give it to me now. I thought it would be less painful for you and much more polite to ask first. I like you and don't want to hurt you that way, but I've got no finesse for information retrieval. I'm a Warrior not a Litch or even Spirit class Shal-hazal. The name, demsho.”

 

Raoul scowled at Zesiro. His lover just wasn't going to give up no matter how pointless it was to learn Hakhan's former master's name. Raoul gave an irritated sigh. Sometimes, it was easier to just do what Zesiro wanted than to try to put up with the poking and prodding the Awh'anise would do until he got his way.

 

“Marslan,” he said with a reluctant sigh. “What are you going to do, Zesiro? If you do something stupid, I can't protect you, and neither will your diplomatic status,” Raoul warned.

 

Zesiro looked at Raoul, and the Blondie was startled to see a cold, emotionless mask slip over the Shal-hazal's face now that he had the desired name. His hands continued the gentle stroking over Hakhan's hair and back which were completely at odds with the tone of voice when Zesiro spoke.

 

“It's best you don't know anything. I won't physically hurt this Blondie. You have my word on that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a little dream walking to do.”

 

Raoul watched with wide eyed surprise as Zesiro closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and within seconds was asleep. The Blondie had never seen Zesiro do that before and he wondered just what it was his lover was going to do. He wasn't at all comforted by Zesiro saying he wouldn't hurt Hakhan's former master physically. Raoul had the uneasy thought that physical injury would probably be better than whatever Zesiro was planning.

 

 

Awh'anise Translation Notes:

 

Shay-shon: little kit. Used as a term of endearment for a young child or to indicate gentle affection to a lover