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"Yes Master!"
Came Seva’s submissive reply.
Lars had seen the lust in the young chaste beauties eyes when his little [i[]Kitten[/i] had brought, this now tamed, little wildcat to him. Now if she wanted the carnal pleasure he had awaken in her satisfied she would have to bring him another innocent. Lars Far Sight pondered what choice Seva would make. Would it be a soft sweet young morsel with hair of flaxen gold, or a raven haired beauty with pale alabaster skin, or perhaps a girl with tawny copper hair with the fire of a sunset over a stormy sea. Lars pushed these thoughts from his mind as he cast his eye to Polaris, the heavenly guide to sailors upon the broad sea. He cradled the steering oar in the crook of his arm and with a steadying hand. The long ship slid through the sea as a turn slides through the air, smooth and effortless, the bows pointed south towards the slave markets of the Mores.
He smiled as he heard his little wildcat speaking to someone in the well of the deck under the tarp that sheltered his human cargo.
"You keep asking what 'IT' is like. Well today is your lucky day. You'll about to find out. Once the master goes to his quarters we're to join him there."
This unknown beauty did not answer, yet it was the steel and determination in Seva’s voice, and the way that Master had slipped so naturally from her lips. I shall keep her. Lars idly thought as his relief came and Lars pointed to the stars that would safely guide them to the south.
As he entered his own sleeping quarter Agnes, his little “Kitten”, lay fast asleep with her little pet entwined in her arms their naked bodies nestled in the sleeping furs. He was reclining as he drank from a tankard, the warm ale refreshing after the long watch. He raised his eyes as the tarp parted and Seva brought her offering to her Lord and Master. The girl was still shadowed veiled, still unknown or seen plainly,
“What is she called my sweet little wildcat,? Bring her forth so I may see her plainly.”
Seva brought Martha into the dim light of the shelter.
“Unveil her, my sweet little wild cat and then prepare her for my bed.”
Came Seva’s submissive reply.
Lars had seen the lust in the young chaste beauties eyes when his little [i[]Kitten[/i] had brought, this now tamed, little wildcat to him. Now if she wanted the carnal pleasure he had awaken in her satisfied she would have to bring him another innocent. Lars Far Sight pondered what choice Seva would make. Would it be a soft sweet young morsel with hair of flaxen gold, or a raven haired beauty with pale alabaster skin, or perhaps a girl with tawny copper hair with the fire of a sunset over a stormy sea. Lars pushed these thoughts from his mind as he cast his eye to Polaris, the heavenly guide to sailors upon the broad sea. He cradled the steering oar in the crook of his arm and with a steadying hand. The long ship slid through the sea as a turn slides through the air, smooth and effortless, the bows pointed south towards the slave markets of the Mores.
He smiled as he heard his little wildcat speaking to someone in the well of the deck under the tarp that sheltered his human cargo.
"You keep asking what 'IT' is like. Well today is your lucky day. You'll about to find out. Once the master goes to his quarters we're to join him there."
This unknown beauty did not answer, yet it was the steel and determination in Seva’s voice, and the way that Master had slipped so naturally from her lips. I shall keep her. Lars idly thought as his relief came and Lars pointed to the stars that would safely guide them to the south.
As he entered his own sleeping quarter Agnes, his little “Kitten”, lay fast asleep with her little pet entwined in her arms their naked bodies nestled in the sleeping furs. He was reclining as he drank from a tankard, the warm ale refreshing after the long watch. He raised his eyes as the tarp parted and Seva brought her offering to her Lord and Master. The girl was still shadowed veiled, still unknown or seen plainly,
“What is she called my sweet little wildcat,? Bring her forth so I may see her plainly.”
Seva brought Martha into the dim light of the shelter.
“Unveil her, my sweet little wild cat and then prepare her for my bed.”