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Tales of Morveria: Black Sheep

Finding Love in the Right (and Wrong) Places.

By Mantrid Brizon

Part One

With a deep grunt, the towering man lifts the log from the ground and rests it over a shoulder. Beads of sweat cling to his dark skin and cause his dreadlocked hair to stick to his flesh. At nearly twice the height and three times the weight of a man, Bennu carries the tree trunk past his associates at the logging camp, only to growl as he heaves it onto the back of a cart. His sturdy frame and burly physique somehow mask his incredible strength, which startles even the horses who pull the wagon. The four-legged beasts whinny and rear up in their jingling harnesses as the cart shifts quite violently.

“Easy, Bennu!" The driver exclaims. “You startled them! And watch the load! If you add another whole tree onto this cart, they won't be able to pull it!"

“Sorry. I was just showing these men how it's done." He retorts.

“You can't expect them to hold a candle to you; even a Korutan of the horse-kin would be intimidated by your strength." The driver chuckles.

Bennu cannot help but smile at the compliment. Looking back at the other men, he finds them in awe of his sheer strength, his raw masculinity. Brushing the bark and sawdust from his hands, he stretches his muscles to keep them pliable before continuing with his work. None can fell trees or carry them back to the carts the way that he can, and for this he is one of the best paid lumberjacks, who earn based on their individual productivity. At the end of the day, when all is said and done, Bennu accompanies his fellow lumberjacks to a tavern.

He often joins them after work, especially as his younger brother, Elad, has recently become a lumberjack himself. Nearly equal in height but nowhere near Bennu's strength, Elad has an entirely different gift, one for which Bennu often finds himself envious. Sitting at another table, Elad and two of their associates talk with women who also frequent the tavern. They are not tavern girls, who seek to earn a coin from the company of men, but humble women who dwell within their town. Bennu sits in awe of their skills, ensnaring the women with a combination of sweet words and their raw masculinity.

They giggle, scoot closer and brush against the men, and in short order they leave with them. Two of his associates depart the tavern with their soon-to-be conquests, while Elad has the courage to rent a room from a tavern girl, to bed his latest conquest without having to travel. The entirely unpaid and willing woman leaves the bar with him, disappearing into the tavern girl's room. Meanwhile, Bennu sits alone. Why does he have such a difficult time with women?! Why must he suffer such loneliness?! It isn't fair.

Though women occasionally approach him, many are intimidated by his size, and the few who do approach are further repelled by his quiet and his shy, perhaps even meek demeanor. They seem to expect something different, something more brutal, but when he speaks so softly and politely, they almost appear repulsed. Why?! A man as capable and responsible as himself would be more than able to provide a comfortable home. No one would make a more loving husband or attentive father than Bennu!

With a heart as big as his biceps and passion as strong as his muscles, they would have affection to spare. Gone would be their lonely nights and somber days. Why isn't that enough? With a pain in his heart, Bennu takes a drink of his ale before gently setting the mug atop the table. Returning from the privy, his closest friend, Itaun, takes his seat. The slim, blonde-haired man of average height looks around the nearly empty table, his brow furled with confusion.

“Bennu, why are you alone?! Where did everyone go?!"

“They found better things to do..." Bennu grumbles.

“Such as?"

Distracted by laughter, Itaun turns to find yet another of his friends leaving with a woman, his large hand squeezing her soft buttocks. With a flushing face, she meekly pushes him away, only for him to lean in and kiss her neck. It's exactly what she wanted him to do. They then stumble through the doorway, leaving for whomever's home is the closest.

“Oh... I see... Then they won't be needing these!" Itaun chirps, swiping their mugs and pouring the remaining ale into his own. “Muuuch better!" He says before taking a sip.

“Might as well... They paid for it, after all." Bennu sighs.

“And what of Elad? Shouldn't your brother be here, helping you?" Itaun asks.

“I don't need his help!" Bennu barks.

“Oh?!"

“... Besides, he's preoccupied."

“Elad found a warm place to stuff himself into?" Itaun winks.

“Rrrr..."

With an angry glare, Bennu turns his eyes toward a door. Itaun shifts in his seat, peering over his shoulder to follow Bennu's gaze. To his surprise, he finds the woman who occupies that room, a familiar face to the lumberjacks who frequent the tavern. She sits nearby and lures in a perspective customer. From behind the thin door, Itaun can hear a woman moaning, then Elad's groans and proclamations of pleasure. He turns back to Bennu but finds that his anger has now evolved into sorrow. Bennu stares so somberly into his mug of ale that he cannot help but pity the hulking man.

Itaun's expression changes, and he scoots his chair closer to his friend's. The pale man with long, golden hair looks over the dark-skinned Bennu, who scratches so feebly at his thick beard whilst averting his eyes.

“I'm sorry. If I was your brother, I wouldn't have left you here to be with some woman. Blood should be thicker than that."

“I don't care. I-I wasn't interested in them, anyway!" Bennu remarks, still staring into his mug.

“... How long has it been?"

“For what?" Bennu lifts his head.

“That long?!" Itaun gasps.

“What are we even talking about?!"

“You know..." Itaun's eyes motion toward the room where Elad conquers his new lover.

“Oh... Erm... Well, uhm... I suppose it has been longer than I would like... B-but that's because I don't want that!" Bennu insists.

“What do you mean?" Itaun furls his brow in confusion.

“Sex for the sake of sex... Seeking pleasure for pleasure's sake. Doesn't it seem useless, perhaps even trite?"

“..."

“Or maybe it's just me..." Bennu sighs, hanging his head.

“What's wrong? You can tell me. You know nothing you say will escape."

Reaching out for him, Itaun pats Bennu on the back, as if trying to coax his feelings out of him like a mother burps a baby. The burly man turns his brown eyes to his friend and chuckles.

“What?" Itaun pulls back.

“You're as shifty as those elves, and almost as pale."

“Only my heart is silver or gold." Itaun retorts.

“I know... You've always been a good friend. It's just..." Bennu sighs.

“Just what?"

“I wish it wasn't you who was the only person interested in my thoughts."

“Oh..." Itaun frowns. “Well, I'll always listen... Until you find a wife, and then my shift will finally be over!" He laughs.

Bennu chuckles and shakes his head, then takes another drink of ale. After taking a moment to gaze into the rippling liquid, he sighs and closes his eyes.

“It feels like the weakest men I know are the ones using drink and women the most. I can't understand it. They seem to do it to mask their pain, their inferiority. They keep tally of who has enjoyed the most women and wonder why they fall ill to venereal diseases, only to do it all again when they realize that their payment isn't as high as they were expecting and food will be sparse... It's rather pathetic, in my opinion. Those men with families, wives who love them and children to come home to, they're always the strongest. Strong in body, strong in mind... They find inner strength, and when things become difficult, they turn to their family for respite... Those men learned early, the true key to happiness... That's what I want." He begins.

“And yet you're envious of Elad and these other 'weak' men?" Itaun scratches his head.

“Only because they can taste a portion of happiness. I don't even have that! For some reason, women who find the courage to speak to me also find a convenient excuse to leave moments later..."

“It's because you confuse them. They see a man who carries tree trunks and imagine a god, but then you speak to them like a shy young boy, barely old enough to leave his parents' home by himself. It's unsettling." Itaun remarks.

“And whenever I try to approach them, I feel a pain in my stomach and a tingling in the back of my skull, as if I was already being humiliated without even having opened my mouth. It's so debilitating that I often find myself silent, staring down at these beautiful creatures, unable to even say 'hello.'" Bennu continues, ignoring Itaun's response.

“Hmm... What you need is more confidence!"

“And how do I attain that? Is there some school that will help me better handle rejection or teach me what to say?"

“Well, no, but confidence also comes with experience. If you have more experience to look back on, suddenly, things don't seem quite so frightening. It becomes trite."

“And where do I find these experiences?!" Bennu asks, his wide and hopeful eyes beckoning to his closest friend.

“Hmm... You could... Perhaps... Erm... Maybe..."

“What? Speak your mind!"

“... You could visit 'The Nightly Companion?'"

“You want me to see a whore?!"

“Irvik's girls are not 'whores.' That sounds so common! These women are very clean and very good, nothing like the women in this dump."

“And how would you know that?" Bennu raises an eyebrow.

“Er... A friend of a friend told me." Itaun replies, glancing from side to side.

“That must be a good friend to share secrets like that."

“Yes... We're very close." Itaun mutters.

“I don't know if that's a good idea..." Bennu murmurs.

“Forgive me for being blunt, but you have very little experience dealing with women. When did you last have a lover?"

“..."

“That better not mean 'never.' Listen, Bennu... You earn more than anyone who has ever worked as a lumberjack. I would not doubt the boss if he said he paid you the same wage as any three other men combined! You can afford to buy a little more experience... As I said before, experience breeds confidence, and then you can go about finding that wife you desire so much. Besides, sometimes a little pleasure is exactly what you need to lift your spirits!"

Bennu stares at Itaun like a deer facing down a pack of wolves. The fear doesn't leave him as Itaun pays for their drinks, and it persists as he leads the towering man along the earthen road like a child, taking him to the establishment where few would ever admit to being a patron. Located on the outskirts of town, The Nightly Companion offers the services of many women. Most are beast folk, as the Kingdom of the Ilium Rose permits the ownership of the primitive and intellectually inferior creatures. However, human women are also there, some as employees and some as indentured servants.

Immediately upon entering the establishment, Bennu and Itaun find themselves in a large room filled with many women. They stand in archaic robes, reminiscent of the clothes worn during the Ancient Period, when humanity only smelted bronze and was barely above the beast folk whom they now subjugate. Their flowing gowns are semi-transparent in places, leaving very little to the imagination. Chest wrappings provide cleavage which shows the flesh between their breasts. Their robes hug tightly to their slender waists and broad hips, tied with pink, silk sashes.

They are truly stunning creatures, as perfectly formed as marble sculptures. The humans among them have even taken care to shave their legs and underarms, and likely elsewhere, too. The tails of the various women of the beast folk swish and sway, their lips curling around their snouts as they turn to the hulking brute of a man and his slim, blonde-haired companion who stands nearly three heads shorter. Ears perk and twitch as they approach their potential customers, as they were trained to do by their master. They surround the pair and reach out for them.

Many hands, some human and some covered in fur and with long but manicured claws, caress their chests and arms and sides. Like a hive-mind, the women swarm the pair and corral them into the center of the room. Emerging from a hallway, a sleek man of modest height and wearing a gaudy red and gold velvet coat appears. A matching hat with a thin brim and a tall body, like a stovepipe, sits atop his head. A golden silk sash is wrapped around it and hangs over one side, past his shoulders. He walks with an ebony cane crowned with a crystal ball, though he doesn't appear to need it, his rather dainty hands covered in red leather gloves.

Everything is clean and neat, from his perfectly trimmed and slicked-back black hair to his long but thin moustache and the inverted triangle of black fuzz beneath his lower lip. His icy blue eyes take in the strangers' form, his plucked eyebrows rising at the sight of the sleek blonde man and his gargantuan, dark-skinned and dreadlocked companion.

“Well, hel-lo!" He chirps, twirling one end of his moustache as he approaches the duo. “I'm Irvik, owner and operator of 'The Nightly Companion!'"

“Hello." The two men answer in unison.

“I must say, this is quite the beast you've brought me! A stallion if there ever was one! Haha! Sadly, I've already exceeded my budget for the season, or I'd buy him from you in a heartbeat!" Irvik continues, eying Bennu from top to bottom.

“..."

“That was a joke... Ahem... How may we service you?!"

“My friend and I were looking for a little companionship... Especially him!" Itaun replies.

“Mmmm-yes... Yes, of course..." Irvik murmurs, still eying Bennu. “Well!" He exclaims, clasping his hands together and twisting his hips. “I'm sure you'd just looove a riveting conversation! I've been known to spin a good yarn or two, and afterwards, I can tie it into a knot with my tongue." He adds, nudging Itaun in the side with his elbow.

“... What?" Itaun scratches his head.

“Never mind..." Irvik rolls his eyes. “Wait a moment... I remember you!"

“Uhm..." Itaun's eyes swiftly shift from left to right.

“Back so soon? I knew you couldn't stay away." Irvik pushes Itaun's shoulder in a most effeminate manner. “She is a fine woman, isn't she?"

“A friend of a friend, eh?" Bennu murmurs, looking down at Itaun.

“So, how may I, er, how may we, pleasure you today?!" Irvik moves closer to Bennu.

“What a big, strong man!" A caramel-skinned brunette with beautiful, brown eyes and naturally wavy hair approaches Bennu. “And those hands! Mmmm... Would you like to cover me with those big hands, sir?"

“[Do] you like your female[s] soft and purring?" A Vostii of the cat-kin asks in her ancient and primitive language, softly raking her claws over his shoulder blades.

“Would you like to carry me to my bedchamber?" A pale woman with big blue eyes and long, golden locks asks. “A man as strong as yourself might not even notice little ol' me in those powerful arms... Or beneath you..." She continues, her lips pouty and quivering. “You could have your way with me so easily!"

“Back off, wenches! We're talking!" Irvik quickly steps between Bennu and the eager ladies.

“Where did you grow up?" Itaun suddenly asks.

“Why do you ask?" Irvik raises a brow.

“You have a strange accent. I cannot place it..."

“Silly boy! You're just hearing things!" Irvik dismissively waves a gloved hand.

“I-I've never, uhm..." Bennu clears his throat.

“Oh! And he speaks, too!" Irvik chirps. “Come, now! Serenade me with that darling voice!" He adds, turning his head and cupping a hand behind an ear.

“..."

“That was a joke... A little nervous, huh? Well, don't you worry your pretty little head, stallion! You just come over here, have a seat, and tell your uncle Irvik what you need. You can whisper it to me if it makes you feel better, but no tongue!" Irvik says, grabbing Bennu by the hand and leading him toward a large circular couch, covered in pink satin.

“I don't know about you, but I could use a nice, thorough wash, and some riveting 'conversation.'" Itaun remarks, following the pair.

“Well, Saisha and Arita are very thorough, and I've heard they're good with their mouths, if you know what I mean." Irvik looks back and winks at Itaun.

“Oh, really?!"

“Which has a more beautiful sounding name? I can have her warm your bath right away."

“I'm pretty filthy... I may need both!" Itaun chirps.

“My, my! As you wish!"

Turning back, Irvik motions for both women to approach. Itaun glances back, not knowing who they are. To his surprise, Saisha is a slender and dark-skinned human with long, dreadlocked hair and a modest bust. In many ways, she looks as though she could be Bennu's beautiful younger sister, if he had one. Arita is a Korutan of the pony-kin, smaller and sleeker than a female of the horse-kin and an inch or two shorter than Saisha. Her hair and fur colorations remind him of a red roan, and she sports startlingly large breasts, which bounce so elegantly as she approaches him on her hoofed feet.

“You'll want to be careful with the furry one. She's a little feisty."

“Oh? How so?" Itaun asks, draping an arm over each prostitute.

“She's primed and ready for breeding. Desperate, even! You may have to fight her off. If you're not careful, she'll ensure you pump your seed into her. You may need to hold her down and pour the tea of neberum down her throat, among other things." Irvik giggles.

“Really?! You poor girl." Itaun coos, rubbing Arita's furry chin. “I have [a] remedy for your fire." He speaks to her in her language, grinning from cheek to cheek, and patting her belly.

“Please, care for me." She coos, nuzzling his face with her broad muzzle, then giving his neck a little lick.

Bennu is flabbergasted. These women are so open, so eager! Itaun is so casual! Is this what he's been missing all these years?!

“Oh, yes..." Itaun flushes, pulling Arita closer as she licks him. “I need them both to bathe me."

“Lovely! That'll be forty zakians for the pair." Irvik leans closer.

“Pricey, but I'm sure they're worth every zakian."

“Oh, they are." Irvik smirks.

In short order, Itaun pays Irvik for their time, slipping two silver coins into the breast pocket of Irvik's coat, which the pimp holds open. He's then led down a hall and away from Bennu by his ladies, who've already begun to undress him.

“Mm-mm. Look at him, go... Well! It seems we still have one more customer to satisfy!" Irvik chirps, sitting beside Bennu on the couch. “Tell me, stallion, what can we do for you?" He asks in a near-whisper, scooting uncomfortably close.

“I-I..."

“Come now, darling. uncle Irvik is here to please." He coos, slowly stroking Bennu's chest.

“What are you doing?" Bennu asks, looking down at the pimp.

“Hmm? ... Oh!" Irvik pulls his hand away, his pale cheeks flushing a rosy pink. “Just trying to help you relax! ... Yes..." He clears his throat.

Bennu's eyes dart between the women, who quickly surround them. The two human women who spoke earlier are exceptionally eager and stand within arm's reach. Several other beast folk also stand nearby. His eyes scan a woman of the fox-kin, a female of the bunny-kin, then another of the horse-kin, before seeing the glossy and vibrant flesh of a Sabaarii of the water-kin. She stands beside another Sabaarii, a woman of the sand-kin, whose body is covered in fine and flexible scales in many bright colors, which her breed use to attract mates.

There are so many females gathered around, it's positively overwhelming! Suddenly, a clawed hand reaches out for him, resting upon his shoulder and rubbing him so tenderly. He looks back only to find the woman of the cat-kin who spoke to him earlier. She kneels behind him on the couch and smiles up at him. Her bright green eyes stare at him the way a hungry lioness stares at a gazelle. Pressure against his back causes him to turn his head even further, and as he peers over his other shoulder. He finds a dog-like Vostii standing on the couch and pressing her side and one of her ample breasts against his shoulder.

“What's wrong, stallion? Cat got your tongue? I hope you paid her first! Haha! ... That's another joke..."

Suddenly, a door opens in the background and a figure emerges. Stretching her dainty arms as though she'd just awoken from a nap, her unusual appearance draws Bennu's eyes like a magnet. Looking between the dog-like woman and the cat girl who rub his shoulders, he stares in awe at the diminutive Korutan of the sheep-kin. With dainty hands, she fluffs the white wool of her forearms and grabs the hem of her robe. Though her body is shrouded, she'd left the front of her robe loose and untied, revealing her entire front to anyone willing to glance in her direction.

Her body is partially shaven, revealing the oddly colored flesh beneath. Her skin is like soot, somewhere between a lump of charcoal and the ash of a fire pit and appears to be very smooth. Even from a distance he can see the light gleaming off her flesh. Her ample breasts appear perfectly formed, with shiny, jet-black nipples. Her figure is slim but healthy, with a toned belly that leads toward slender legs and a taut butt. Her neck, breasts, belly and groin are all shaven, except for a tiny poof of wool above her womanhood. Long, black hair flows past her behind, and is tied together near her waist with a single red ribbon.

She looks to him with amber eyes and flashes a little smile. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open. The cat woman turns her head and raises a brow, as if surprised by his choice. The other women quickly take notice and share her surprise while the dog girl and the pale, blond-haired human roll their eyes.

“Do we have a winner?" Irvik asks, a little smirk on his face.

Rising from the couch, Bennu towers over the others. Only the woman of the horse-kin comes close to matching his size, and she still looks up at him. Seeing the man rising in the center of the room, a man far larger than she was expecting, the sheep girl's eyes widen. Bennu takes a few steps, moving away from the other women. The dog-like woman crosses her arms and pouts, while the cat girl blinks, her eyes wide with shock. The caramel-skinned human turns to Irvik with a look of horror.

“The customer's always right." He murmurs to her, shrugging his shoulders.

Bennu continues to approach the sheep girl, and the dainty Korutan's eyes grow even wider. With her head tilted back, she stares up and into the eyes of the human, whose sternum is level with her forehead. She briefly breaks contact to scan his sturdy figure and a cocky little smile spreads across her lips, curling around the very corners of her broad snout. As if to prove her feminine strength, she returns her eyes to his, opens her robe and rests her dainty hands on her hips, allowing him to see her entire front. Her body is cleanly shaven and beckoning for his attention.

“What's her name?" Bennu suddenly asks.

“Her name is 'Hara.' She's a rather recent addition to my stable." Irvik answers.

“Hara..." Bennu murmurs.

“Hmm?!" She cocks her head.

“That's a lovely name." He continues.

“She's a doll, but, uhm..."

“But what?" Bennu turns back.

“... Nothing..."

“Alright. What will time with her cost?"

“Ten zakians. That should last until you're through."

“That's all?!" Bennu gasps.

With an oddly disinterest look on his face, Irvik shrugs his shoulders and holds out a hand. Opening his coin purse, Bennu removes a pair of large copper coins and drops them into the pimp's palm, to the shock of the other ladies of the evening and the delight of Hara. With a proud grin, Hara extends a hand and grabs onto Bennu's wrist, eagerly leading him right back into her bedchamber, which she has yet to tidy. Looking back at the others, some of whom appear quite jealous, Hara sticks out her tongue at them as she slams the door closed.

“You damned wenches get all the luck... Hmph!" Irvik pouts.

“You overcharged him..." The caramel-skinned human turns to her pimp.

“Quiet, Drazina!" Irvik barks. “I asked for double in anticipation... You know as well as I, that wench is never satisfied... Now, away with you! Find someone to ride!" He dismissively waves a hand.

“What about you? Would you like a ride?" The blond-haired woman teases him.

“Ew! I mean... Maybe later, Shaila." Irvik murmurs.

“I would have been a better choice for such a handsome and strong man..." Drazina whines, watching Bennu disappearing into Hara's room.

“Yes, yes. I'm sure you would have loved it... Well, hel-lo!" Irvik chirps, turning toward a new customer who's just walked through the front door.

Part Two

“Right this way! My most important clients may use these rooms, and you are the most important!" Irvik chirps, leading one of his Vostii slaves and an older customer down a hall.

“I appreciate that! Mmmm-I have truly missed this little vixen..." The portly man flashes a wicked grin at the Vostii of the fox-kin, who walks beside him.

“And I have so missed your visits! ... By the way, those taxes you said I owe?" Irvik leans closer to the heavy-set man.

“Oh, don't worry about that..." He says with a little sigh, pulling the fox woman closer so that her buttocks grinds against his crotch. “That's all taken care of."

“Delightful news! Now, enjoy yourselves, you two!" Irvik exclaims, before patting both his slave girl and the town treasurer on the bottom.

“Oh, we will..." The treasurer coos.

Standing behind her and pulling her toward the opened door of the bedchamber, the treasurer kisses the furry neck of his soon-to-be lover, who merely rolls her eyes. She was never fond of the portly man, whom she now must wash and then take to bed. However, the treasurer is a male of high status, and as Irvik's property, her place in their society is to allow whoever pays her master into the sanctity of her loins. Though he may be a pig with a perpetual scent of pickles and onions, the treasurer is at least a gentle and a rather passionate lover; pleasure will come to her if she allows it, and she can always pretend that she has been claimed, if only for a moment.

Closing the door behind them, Irvik gleefully claps his fingertips against the palm of his other hand, then makes his way back into the lobby. Drazina speaks with another prospective customer, a fresh face who has no idea what he wants. Irvik skillfully pairs him with a rather shy and quiet Vostii of the mouse-kin, who will not be overly aggressive and will allow his new customer to take his time.

“A fine choice, boss." Shaila remarks, resting a hand on his arm.

“Yes, it was, wasn't it?" He casually replies, swatting her hand away.

“As shy as he is, they'll have sex as though they were married. She will undoubtedly make him feel desired, when she clings to him like a nervous bride. He'll be coming back for more." Drazina interjects.

“I knew the moment I saw her that she would provide the 'young wife experience.' Some men really need that, especially in these trying times." Irvik says as he examines his fingernails for dirt.

“You have excellent judgement." Shaila nods.

“I know. I'm wonderful." He replies with a smirk, pulling on his glove.

“OoooOOHHH!!!" A muffled moan gains their attention.

“Most of the time..." He sighs. “How long has he been with her?"

“Only a half-hour."

“If only he knew what he was getting himself into... I don't think she ever tires of it." Irvik grumbles.

“Perhaps she's very well-trained?" Shaila shrugs her shoulders.

“I doubt it... Her previous master didn't seem like the type to train her so rigorously. Either that or those filthy dirt-farmers know tricks that I don't..."

“I don't understand. Don't you want him to enjoy himself?" Drazina raises an eyebrow.

“I don't care what he's getting out of it, but I need to turn a profit. She never quits! When she sees no more than two or three men in a single day, she's hardly worth the effort. I should probably charge her customers by the orgasm rather than the visit, like the rest of you whores... Rrrr! If only I could get her seeing more men, then she'd at least be worth the trouble... I should've known by her price that there was something wrong with her..." Irvik grumbles to himself.

Drazina, Shaila and Irvik stand and stare at Hara's bedchamber door, listening to the sounds of carnal passion. Lying on his back, Bennu grips the sheets of the mattress as Hara slurps away. To her delight, she's found that her new customer's manhood is as impressive as the rest of him, making him her most substantial client so far. Fitting him in her mouth is a struggle and taking him into her loins was a true experience. She quite gleefully strokes his girthy shaft with both hands whilst tasting his flesh. Bennu had not enjoyed this for some time and struggles to withstand her ministrations, despite having already finished moments earlier.

How could a woman of such beauty and skill cost him so little?! She was half the price of even one of Itaun's girls! As soon as they entered her bedchamber, she'd stripped him naked and began her work. She fondled him until he was as hard as a rock, which didn't take long. After making sure that every inch of his manhood was covered in her saliva, she took him into her loins with an eagerness he'd only seen in his friend' eyes when they would leave with their new conquests. She rode him with such vigor, such skill, and after her own orgasmic geyser, which hardly slowed her pace, she shifted from facing toward him to facing away from him.

She kept going, moving up and down and wriggling her hips, taking the whole of him inside of her. It was as pleasurable as it was shocking. She ignored him when he warned her of his impending climax and only moved faster and with even more vigor, despite the trembling of her own body. Instead, she sat upon his lap and shrieked with delight as he flooded her womanhood with his seed. Often working for many hours, he rarely found the time to release it himself, and so it was as copious as it was thick. She joined him in climax and showered his pelvis as he filled the depths of her womanhood. Hara swiveled her hips the entire time, as if goading him to give her a child.

Once he was done and without missing a beat, she pulled herself off him, took hold of his member and licked him clean whilst stroking him. Her technique kept his manhood firm and ready, as she waited for his climax to subside. Now he grunts and groans as he feels a familiar pleasure swelling. How can she have the strength to continue, especially after already showering him twice?! Hearing him faltering, Hara is quick to stop. She looks up at him, on her elbows and knees as she tends to him. She bats her eyelashes and wiggles her buttocks. Her thirst for his pleasure hasn't abated.

Despite her small size, she often finds that she can enjoy tasting a man's flesh while also allowing him to taste hers. Perhaps he would enjoy that? Crawling up, she tries to do this very thing, throwing a leg over his chest. His face flushes as he stares at her loins, glimpsing the aftermath of their first session. Hara places him back into her mouth and bucks against him, bouncing her behind up and down and trying to goad him into tasting her as well. He would, but Bennu is such a towering beast of a man that her womanhood merely gazes up at him from roughly the center of his chest. He leans forward to reach, but she's too small.

She also realizes this, but rather than be disappointed and pout, she instead focuses on her work. He groans a little louder, too loud for her to ignore. Realizing that she's doing an exceptional job, she takes swift action. He won't last long if she doesn't take the proper precautions.

“Hmm..." She pauses, pinching his manhood beneath the tip and halting his climax.

Bennu marvels at the sheep girl's technique. She peers over her shoulder at him with a most innocent smile as she controls his body like a puppet master. What skill and knowledge of male anatomy! After giving him time to calm down, but before his manhood loses its rigidity, she wriggles off him, turns around and climbs back up. Throwing a leg over his pelvis, she stands on cloven hooves and readies herself, one hand on his belly and the other taking aim with his manhood.

“Oh, Hara. You [are] truly [a] fine female." He remarks, speaking in her tongue. “And you [are] very beautiful. I [am a] very lucky male."

She stops and looks to him. A little smile spreads across her lips only for it to grow wider, becoming increasingly sinister as her lips curl at the corners. Then, without uttering a word, she drops herself atop him, taking him inside of her once again.

“AAHHH!!!" She shrieks as she penetrates herself with his organ, for the third time.

“Oh, by The One!" Bennu exclaims, his eyes bulging as he watches her take inch after inch.

Hearing the man's proclamation, Irvik sighs and covers his eyes with a hand.

“I never should've bought her from that farmer. His wife seemed far too eager to be rid of her, and that always bothered me."

“You could always sell her." Shaila remarks.

“How long must I endure this?!" He grumbles, ignoring her.

“The last time she worked, she kept her client for much of the day." She replies.

“That was a rhetorical question..." The pimp grumbles. “If they aren't done in two hours, call security and separate them. Hopefully, that's enough time for her to wear him down."

“You're very generous!"

“Of course I am... Now get back to work!"

Meanwhile, inside Hara's room, Bennu is besieged by the sheep girl. Her ravenous appetite for his pleasure is insatiable. The dainty Korutan tends to her own desires as much as his as she uses him again, and again, and again, and again. In one afternoon, he enjoys every position he'd ever heard of and even a few he hadn't, and by his fifth climax, his manhood had nothing left to release; everything was already inside of or smeared onto her body. As he lay there, panting and staring at the ceiling, Hara continues her work!

“You... [Are] wonderful..." He says through labored breaths.

“Mmm!" She happily hums, busily trying to keep his manhood awake with her mouth.

His spirit is willing, but his body is worn and weary. Even the great Bennu is no match for Hara's appetite, just as her skill cannot keep his flesh firm forever. She reluctantly slides off his legs and crawls up to him, wincing from her own soreness. It startles him. Is she so eager to please him, to carry on despite her pain? She tucks herself beneath one of his outstretched arms and in short order, the pair fall asleep. Hearing a lack of moaning coming from her bedchamber, Irvik and his guards, the elite, emasculated warriors who belong to the mercenary group called 'Unfettered,' peek inside.

“Shall we remove him, sir?" A soldier asks in a cold and emotionless voice.

“..."

“Sir?"

“No. Let them sleep." Irvik sighs.

“As you wish."

The mercenaries return to their posts and stand like statues in their armor, disinterested in the carnal goings-on around them. Irvik takes a moment to watch the pair sleeping, noting the little smile on Hara's face, a smile that Bennu shares. He slowly closes the door.

“Oh, Irvik. Mother always said you were too soft. I guess that's why daddy and uncle Kutch loved you so much. Especially uncle Kutch!" He chirps, speaking to himself in the second-person.

Awakening from her brief nap and pushing herself up, Hara stretches and groans. The soreness is already fading as her body is quite used to the rigors of mating. She turns to her sleeping partner, her eyes scanning his form. She wonders, does Irvik know that they've finished? Perhaps not. Bennu grunted quite loudly but he wasn't as loud as some of the other men she sees. A sinister grin curls around her snout as the sheep girl crawls closer to her sleeping partner. With a dainty hand grabbing hold of his flaccid organ, she prepares herself. All she need do is wait, and she isn't waiting long.

Bennu softly groans as he slowly opens his eyes and looks about the room. He feels as though he's in a dream. His head is spinning. A soft patting directs his attention and a blurry figure straddles him. As his eyes adjust and his senses gradually return, he sees that it's Hara, and what he feels is the now familiar sensation of her loins. With her back facing him, she rides his endowment! How many times is it, now?! He's losing count!

“Wha-... What's going on? H-Hara?!" He groans, still not fully awake.

Hara doesn't respond, but merely continues her pursuit of yet another climax. She does, however, glance back at him, and he sees that she's biting on a cloth to keep from crying out and alerting anyone. A portion of it dangles in front of her chin. As Bennu feels his pleasure returning, she spins atop his organ and leans in, reaching high above her head and covering his mouth with her hand. She stares daggers at him as she demands his silence, and he begins to worry that this is not a part of the arrangement. He does his best to remain silent and grabs the nearest garment, biting onto his musty shirt in order to remain quiet.

His mind races as the sheep girl seems to worship his masculine form: she caresses his body as she moves back and forth, kissing and even licking all over him as she surrenders herself to him like a noble's concubine. Why? Why is she so determined to enjoy him again and again? Why does she act so interested in him when no other woman has? He saw the look in her eye when he approached. Is she doing this because she's developed feelings for him? Has she fallen in love with the strongest man in their village?! His heart warms at the thought, imagining her holding him every night as they sleep in their own bed. He envisions her cradling their half-breed child and breastfeeding it, only to look to her husband and blow him a kiss.

Returning to reality, he looks down at the Korutan prostitute who uses his body for every ounce of pleasure he can provide. It isn't long before she shrieks into the cloth in her mouth as she showers him for what must be the tenth time. However, awoken from a slumber, Bennu is far from finished, and in a moment of uncontrolled testosterone, shoves her off him, places her on her hands and knees and mounts her. Hara seems quite pleased by this and endures the pleasure as Bennu uses her body until he finishes yet again. Unable to help himself, he cries out, expelling the shirt from his mouth so that all can hear his impassioned roar.

Second laters, the door swings open and a frustrated Irvik barges in, flanked by two Unfettered and startling Hara. Bennu removes himself, kneeling behind her as she bolts upright. Her shaky legs give out and she falls to one side, plopping down atop the bed and sitting on her legs.

“Alright, wench! Enough is enough! There are other custom-... Ers..." Irvik's speech slows as he stares at Bennu's erection. “Mmmm... I mean, rrrr! Get dressed and get out! ... You... You big stallion, you..." He coos at Bennu.

“I-I'm sorry! I apologize! I don't know how this happened!"

“I do..." Irvik rolls his eyes before glaring at Hara.

“Hehe!" Hara giggles, smiling so innocently at her pimp.

“Do you charge by visits or-?"

Irvik is quite surprised that the hulking man seems willing to relinquish more of his coin. Does he feel guilty?! He would certainly be the first. Though his greed tells him to take it, he looks into the man's eyes to see the shy, anxious and inexperienced boy underneath, hardly a man. With a little sigh, Irvik dismisses the offer with a wave of his hand.

“I charged you enough... I hope..."

After hastily pulling on his clothes, Bennu stumbles toward the doorway.

“Uhm... Where did my friend go?"

“Blondie? He left hours ago. The sun has set."

“Oh, no!" Bennu darts off, through the dimly lit and quiet brothel.

“Come back and see us again!" Irvik chirps.

After a pause, he turns to Hara and glares at her. Her little smile in unfading, her nub of a tail wiggling, dancing so innocently above her buttocks.

“[Do] not give me [an] innocent look. [Do] you know how difficult it be to earn money when you entertain one male for [a] long time?!" He growls.

“Sorry." She chirps, sounding quite pleased with herself.

“Ugh! Wash and sleep. You must earn my money, tomorrow." He commands before storming out of her room.

Bennu awakens the next morning to the roosters crowing. He jumps out of bed with a spring in his step, though his manhood is still somewhat pained by his ordeal. He isn't used to so much action, given how long it's been.

“Itaun was right! I do feel better!" He chirps.

Everyone at the lumber yard notices the change in his demeanor, and while he still works harder than everyone else, he takes a longer break than usual and converses with his brother, Elad, and the other lumberjacks more readily. Itaun is quick to point out the difference between his current behavior and the Bennu of yesterday, earning a thanks from the towering lumberjack. When the day is done, Bennu excuses himself from the usual round of drinking and leaves, though he doesn't head toward his home.

Itaun furls his brow as his closest friend departs, to the confusion of everyone else. Though they wonder where Bennu is going in such a hurry, Itaun is confident that he knows the answer, and it troubles him. Bursting through the front doors of The Nightly Companion, they swing violently and slam into the walls. Irvik gasps and brings a hand to his chest.

“Who barges in here like they're the sheriff! You nearly gave me a-... Well, hel-lo! Back so soon, stallion?!?!" Irvik dashes up to Bennu's side, his hands clasped together and cupped beneath his chin.

“Sorry about that. I sometimes forget my own strength." He remarks, looking at the faint cracks in the wall.

“Oh, it's fine, stallion! The doors are still on the hinges. Hehe!"

“Why do you call me 'stallion?'" Bennu raises an eyebrow.

“Because... You have the physique." Irvik quietly replies, his eyes scanning him and focusing on his groin. “So! Who shall it be today?! Drazina was awful hurt that you didn't choose her. Perhaps you would like to make her day? Or Shaila? She'd purr under you, assuming you could fit it inside of her." He winks, leaning into Bennu's side and glancing at his groin again.

Opening her bedchamber door, Hara emerges, having slept late yet again. Despite what she was told to do, she found one last client to bring into her bed. He had left sometime earlier, after failing to live up to the hulking man whom she'd enjoyed for much of that day. What was his name again? Bannal? No, there was definitely an 'i' in there, somewhere. Maybe it was Vinny? Her last client fell asleep after their third climax together, and even in his sleep he didn't become aroused; she'd waited for hours, almost until dawn, just in case. If only the gentle giant would return, she could finally feel truly satiated again! She hasn't felt so relieved since just before her life-long owner sold her to Irvik, seemingly out of nowhere.

To this day, she wonders why he got rid of her. If she'd failed him in some way, he never mentioned it. Perhaps it was his wife, who didn't like how close they were? After all, Hara had mated with her master vigorously and often, a routine that began before her first bleed, after he cornered her alone in the barn and showed her what was expected of a woman. She was very dedicated, learning quickly and pleasing him often, and yet that wasn't enough. She failed him and failed to earn his loyalty. She mustn't fail Irvik. If he wants her to mate with more strangers, then that is what she must do!

She stretches her slender arms and arches her back, her robe falling open to reveal her body. It's her favorite method of attracting customers. The other whores charm their targets and seduce them, competing for the highest value men, but Hara is far more direct. She'd rather show off the goods and let their hungry eyes choose for them rather than whisper into their ears about what she could do. It's a method that several other women have gradually begun to emulate.

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that! Drazina seems very nice, and she is beautiful, as is Shaila, but..." Bennu pauses.

“But what, stallion?" Irvik leans closer. “Is there someone else you'd rather spend your time with?" His twisted smile grows ever wider. “I have a sultry kitten who was eying you quite hungrily, and I know you would make a certain mare's day."

“I'd prefer Hara."

“Hmm?!" Her ears twitch at the sound of her name.

“..." Irvik stares as if he hadn't heard him.

“Is she available?"

“Are you certain you want Hara? ... Again?" Irvik winces.

Hearing her name twice, she begins to move through the hall, turns the corner and wades through the other women, following the sound of her master's voice.

“Only she will do." Bennu insists.

Hara's room is closest to the lobby, and no sooner than she pushes between two of Irvik's girls she immediately spots the towering human who brought her so much pleasure. The Korutan of the sheep-kin gazes upon him with excited eyes and an open-mouthed smile. Her little tail dances as she darts toward the man, who speaks to Irvik. The pimp grits his teeth, his gloved hand squeezing the crystal ball atop his ebony cane.

“Lovely... Twenty zakians and she's all yours... Again..."

“You raised the price?"

“You were with her for a very long time..."

“Fair enough. Here you are!" Bennu chirps, slipping a small silver coin into his jacket pocket before slapping his back.

“Oof! ... Thanks..." Irvik stumbles from the force of the blow.

“No. Thank you!"

He turns toward her room but doesn't even need to take a step. She's already standing amongst the other prostitutes, looking right at him as she pushes between a Sabaarii and a Vostii of the mouse-kin.

“Hi, Hara. (TRANSLATE)"

“EEE!!!"

She darts toward the dark-skinned lumberjack and jumps at him. He catches her and sets her hooves gently atop the floor, embracing her dainty form.

“Vinny!" She squeals with delight.

“Bennu."

“Yes, I know." She replies in her native tongue.

Does she know? Feeling her clinging to him, he cannot fathom someone so happy to see him could forget his name. Perhaps he simply misheard her?

“I miss[ed] you, Benny!"

Benny? Has she given him a pet-name already?! His heart warms as his arms wrap around her, giving her the warmest and gentlest of squeezes. In front of the stunned crowd, he scoops her into his arms and carries her like a bride into her bedchamber before closing her door with a foot. Irvik stares toward Hara's room for a moment, an eyelid twitching. Drazina enters from the hallway, looking toward Hara's door as she passes it and approaches her boss.

“Was that Bennu I heard?!"

“You remembered his name?" Irvik raises a brow.

“Of course!" She coos, a little smile spreading across her face. “He seemed like such a good man... Such a fine man..."

“Yes, well, unfortunately for you, it seems he's taken a liking to that insatiable little sheep." Irvik lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Mmrrmm!" She whimpers and softly stomps a foot.

“I know... But don't you worry your pretty little head, my lovely." Irvik reaches up to pet the taller woman's wavy hair. “You will have more than enough men to keep you company, today. You always do."

“I know..." She sighs, looking down at her feet.

“What's wrong?!"

“Nothing..." She mutters.

“Is this not the easiest job a woman can do?! I mean, for most of these buffoons, all you need to do is lie there and take it. I'm sure at least a few of them are good at it."

“Some..." She sighs again.

“Don't you enjoy your temple being worshipped by so many men?! I know I would." Irvik winks as he giggles.

“It is, and I suppose I do... Sometimes... But taking so many strangers to my bed makes me feel wrong."

“Well, it's a good thing you're a whore."

“..."

She cannot help but glare at her pimp, whose casual dismissal fills her with ire. Fearful of snapping at him and increasing her debt, she glances toward the hallway where her mind immediately returns to Bennu.

“He'll be with her for a long time... You said you wouldn't allow this to happen again."

“I know what I said, woman!" Irvik snaps, waving his cane's crystal ball in her face. “Now, away with you! You frustrate me... Find a man to service, or something..."

“Would you like your tea, first?"

“... Please." He murmurs.

As Irvik sips his tea, he, the prostitutes and several patrons are forced to hear the muffled thumping, moaning and squealing coming from Hara's bedchamber. The dainty sheep girl uses the lumberjack on three separate occasions that day, awakening him only to start again. Realizing that he will once again be forced to put a stop to it, Irvik barges into Hara's bedchamber while Bennu is still recovering from their last encounter, about five hours and two naps after his arrival.

“Alright, stallion, I suggest you leave before she drains the very life force from your body." Irvik softly giggles.

“Uuuugh..." He groans as he rolls out of bed. “Right... I can... Come back tomorrow..." Bennu slurs his words and stumbles as he pulls on his trousers.

“You may want to pace yourself." Irvik remarks.

His flaccid organ dangles as he walks past the wide-eyed pimp, who promptly covers his eyes with a palm only to spread his fingers and peak at his manhood one last time. The lumberjack makes his way for the front door, leaving Irvik with his Korutan slave. Turning toward her, he crosses his arms and shakes his head.

“[Do] you have strength for more males?" He asks in her tongue.

The very relaxed looking Hara lay sprawled atop her bed. She looks to him with a smile and nods her head.

“Zhe." She answers, her smile widening and a hand slowly rubbing herself.

“And, of course, the next one will be here for half the night, as well..." He grumbles to himself. “I'm charging that guy sixty, ten for you and fifty for the bed!"

“Is Hara available, yet?!" A rather thirsty man asks.

“Give her a minute to wash off the last one."

“I don't care about that!" He proclaims.

“Ugh... Fine. She's all yours for sixty zakians."

“That much?!" The man gasps.

“Don't complain! We both know you'll be here half the night..." Irvik grumbles.

“True!" The customer exclaims, making his way into Hara's room.

Having left far earlier than usual, Bennu manages a long and restful sleep, only to work hard, collect his daily earnings and return to The Nightly Companion. He once again startles the pimp and his whores by barging in before buying time with Hara. Though Irvik had doubled her rate again, this didn't worry Bennu. He works so hard that he earns as much as one-hundred and fifty zakians a day. What's forty to spend time with the most beautiful and tender woman he has ever known?! A routine quickly develops, and every day for more than a fortnight, Bennu returns to the brothel to occupy Hara's time.

He spends so much time there that he becomes friendly with the staff. When Hara has yet to awaken, passed out from her escapades the night before, he sits and talks with the other prostitutes, all of whom greatly enjoy the benign company of the soft-spoken and friendly man. He has an aura of innocence about him, a childish naivety that they cannot resist. They come to see him as a friend, and in many ways, they become rather protective over him, like mother hens. Shaila treats him like a brother, and Drazina's heart grows fonder the more she sits with him.

On the days where Hara has awoken early, she's quick to find a client for her master. On those days, Bennu forces himself to sit and wait. Listening to her enjoying another man, oftentimes for more than an hour or even two, stings his heart and leaves a knot in his gut, but their time together always feels worth it. The look on his face as he bides his time unsettles the other prostitutes who've come to know and care for him. They all wonder why he suffers over Hara. They try their best to steer him away from the sheep girl, but her hold over his heart is as strong as his muscles. Shaila's sisterly presence and Drazina's affectionate concern do little to sway him.

One day, Hara had accepted two brothers, and between the two of them was busy throughout the early afternoon. Bennu nearly began to weep as he listened to their passion and the filthy things they'd say to her as they degraded his beloved Hara. They used her like a toy, calling her as much as they enjoyed debaucheries his heart forced him to imagine. All he wanted to do in that moment was to take her away, to save her from this life, but that would be theft, as she belongs to Irvik. It took all his strength to not kick down the door. Taking pity on him, Drazina was eventually able to coax him away from the waiting bench for the first and only time.

She beckoned to him with promises of comfort and distraction, and in a moment of weakness he followed her, to her silent elation. Once alone, she was as tender as could be. It took him some time to adapt to a new woman and he was quite shy, almost incapable of acting, like a boy who'd never touched the flesh of a woman before. She found it exceptionally endearing. She took her time and Bennu was eventually able to perform, but he never seemed completely consumed by their passion. His mind slowly drifted away from the moment and returned to Hara, whom he occasionally heard exclaiming as the brother's enjoyed her only a few rooms away.

Despite the distractions and his difficulties, Drazina was able to keep his attention and he proved to be the greatest lover she'd ever had. His considerable endowment was matched only by his emissions, and both were dwarfed by his stamina, which Hara had built up over time. No wonder she's so fond of him! As she cuddled with him, she wondered what it would be like if she had known him outside of this place, before he was seduced by Hara's prowess. Would he see her when her time is done? Would he share her bed because it was what they both wanted, not because it made Irvik zakians?

It's a thought that brings her more joy than she cares to admit, almost as much as the comfort of being in his arms. As an indentured servant with a debt to pay, Drazina isn't a slave, as humans cannot legally be property, unlike the beast folk. However, in her situation, she also has little choice in her very temporary profession, as she'd never pay off her debt working behind the bar or cleaning the brothel every night. She begins counting the days before she is free to leave Irvik's service, as once that day arrives, she'll gleefully offer herself to Bennu. She can think of no greater man to share her life with.

Only his fondness for Hara stands in her way, but how long will it last? Can he truly care for a female, human or beast folk, who only sees him as a source of physical pleasure, and only if he arrives before another can give it to her? Looking up at her lover, she was unsettled by the calm she saw washing over him when he heard the brother's finally leaving, after nearly three hours of sharing Hara's body. Despite this, Drazina didn't even charge him for her time. She couldn't bring herself to do it. She was simply too fond of him.

Upon discovering that she'd taken Bennu to her bed without his consent, Irvik took pity on them and never asked for compensation. This didn't stop Bennu from paying him for Hara's time before promptly barging in on her as she washed her body of the brother's scent and fluids. He was all too eager to reclaim what he felt was rightfully his. After all, how could she truly enjoy another man when she so clearly enjoyed his company?! All her impassioned cries must have been an act, unlike when they are together. Irvik and a heartbroken Drazina watched in silence as Bennu slammed Hara's bedchamber door only to hear them moments later as they began.

No one understands why Bennu returns so frequently or what he seeks from buying Hara's time. He clearly sees something in her that he doesn't see in anyone else, even Drazina, to her dismay. Unfortunately, the strain begins to wear on him, and even Hara's pleasure doesn't lift his spirits the way it once did. One day, about a month later, Bennu eats his lunch and talks with Itaun and Elad. They notice that he isn't as cheerful as he had been, speaking softly and slowly as he appeared to stare at something many miles away. Though he denies it, they press him for the truth behind his melancholy. He avoids their questioning, only to become frustrated by the pressure. It's too much and his patience has shortened.

“Shut up! Both of you! ... Would you like to know the truth?! Shall I tell you?!" He snaps, staring daggers at the pair.

“Of course!" Elad chirps.

“We've been asking for the truth all day!" Itaun adds.

“I visit 'The Nightly Companion' after work, and-"

“How often?" Itaun interrupts.

“Every day."

“..." The pair fall silent.

“Anyway, I spend my time with one girl... Hara."

“..." Their jaws slowly drop, their brows furled with shock and concern.

“I'm with her so often that I feel we have developed a true bond. What we have... It's... ... I don't like knowing that she must entertain other men, and I know she doesn't enjoy it, either..." Bennu replies, his already dark skin darkening further as he flushes with anger.

The duo glance at each other before returning their attention to Bennu. They've all been to The Nightly Companion at least once and many of them more than that; there are no choir boys in the woods, felling trees. They're aware of who Hara is, as are many of the men who've visited the brothel. Even the ones who haven't enjoyed her body still know her name. Some things only need to be said and not experienced.

“She's such a good woman, sweet and tender and compassionate, and to be forced to service strangers and perform such degrading acts! UGH!!!"

“But... She's a prostitute." Elad remarks, scratching his head in confusion.

“I know! It's so shameful that she's forced to degrade herself that way!"

Elad and Itaun look to each other, sharing a fretful look. Clearly, this is more serious that they'd realized!

“Uhm... Forgive me for saying this but..." Elad hesitates to speak.

“But what?" Bennu looks to him.

“I think she, uhm... Hmm... You see... Maybe, could it be that..."

“Speak, damnit!"

“Have you ever considered that you're just another customer?"

“Huh?" Bennu looks perplexed.

“Yes, and Hara... Well... She might enjoy her work." Itaun adds.

“... WHAT?! How can you suggest such a thing?!" Bennu gasps, a quiver in his voice. “She holds me when we're finished! I know from experience that she doesn't do that with the customers she's forced to see. They leave! ... Eventually... B-but she doesn't cuddle with them or use them so eagerly. She isn't the same with them as she is with me!"

“How can you know that?" Elad questions his brother.

“When you love someone, you just know."

“What?!" Itaun blinks, flabbergasted by Bennu's response.

“Are you listening to yourself?!" Elad gasps.

“I don't know what you mean." Bennu stares blankly at his brother.

“There is so much to love, nuances that you must experience through weeks, months and in some cases years of growing close to a person! Secrets must be shared and happy moments forged! You've never even spent time with her outside of the brothel! How can you possibly claim to love a whore?!" Elad exclaims.

“Don't call her that! She's not a whore!"

“Yes, she is!!!"

“I-I think what he means is that perhaps you're being too kind to Hara." Itaun quickly chimes in, trying to deescalate the situation.

“That's not what I-"

“Shh!" Itaun glares at Elad. “Isn't it possible that you might not really feel what you think you're feeling?" He continues, speaking to Bennu as calmly as possible.

“Huh? What do you mean?"

“What I mean is, are you so certain of what you think you feel? Elad makes a valid point: you haven't spent enough time with Hara away from the brothel to know her true self. Do you really know what you think you know? Her true self might be... Uhm..." Itaun tries to elaborate as gingerly as possible.

“... What are you suggesting?" Bennu narrows his eyes.

“Many of those women aren't exactly delighted to be having sex with strange men for zakians. I will admit that. Defiling yourself for coin is a lowly thing, indeed. Sex should be a deeply intimate and downright spiritual act! The beast folk are tribal creatures and they're well-known for being rather open about their sexuality, and even they often mate exclusively, for life. However, we all know that they seek to fit into a tribe, and should their status call for them to surrender their bodies, whether to earn their place or maintain it..." Itaun pauses, choosing his words carefully.

“It's a primitive behavior that we often exploit and have been since the dawn of time. Of course, that doesn't mean they want every male they see between their legs... In fact, many beast folk develop strong bonds with humans, in some instances becoming more loyal to a single partner than a human would! Hara, on the other hand..."

“Will you stop with these inane speeches! Speak your mind, Itaun! Speak it freely, like you always do!" Bennu growls.

“Okay... I believe that there may be something different about Hara... If you spent time with her outside of the brothel, as Elad suggested, you might discover that she truly enjoys having sex with so many men..."

“... WHAT?!?!

“You must admit, from the stories we've heard, her appetite sounds insatiable." Elad interjects.

“You two speak of her as if you have personal knowledge, but you don't know anything!!!" Bennu roars, leaping up from his seat and towering over his fair-haired friend.

“I'm not trying to upset you, Bennu! You're my friend!"

“And you're my older brother!" Elad hastily interjects.

“We just don't want you becoming... Confused."

“How am I confused?!" Bennu balls a fist.

“..."

After sharing another nervous look, Elad rises from his seat. Though he's no match for his older brother in strength, it helps siphon Bennu's anger from his much smaller and weaker friend.

“You don't truly know her, Bennu, nor can you be in love with her..." Elad begins. “You only have the time you rent from her, and it's only used for one thing."

Bennu loosens his fists, his stance changing from one of hostility to one of uncertainty.

“I understand that because you have not had much experience it might feel like more than what it is, but to attain the love of a woman, to settle down and grow a family... It takes time." Itaun continues, now shielded by Elad.

“What you should do is use your new experience with women outside of the brother and try to find a good, honest woman who is seeking a husband. Don't fall in love with a prostitute." Elad chimes in.

“We only say this because we're concerned about you!"

“I don't need to find another woman and telling me that my woman enjoys the other men she's forced to endure doesn't feel like concern, but perhaps jealousy..." Bennu grumbles.

Without uttering another word, he storms off and leaves his brother and closest friend in a stunned silence. Instead of returning to the camp to fell more trees, Bennu makes a left turn and walks the path that leads toward the city. He's never abandoned work, before! This must be serious! Leaping into action, they first search for their boss, to warn him of Bennu's desertion and to concoct a good lie on his behalf. Perhaps something about him suffering from food poisoning? Meanwhile, Bennu makes his way directly for The Nightly Companion. He looks up at the sign, to the armored warrior who has his back against the large 'N' on the sign.

“I know how you feel, Sir Knight. I must save my woman, even if I must take drastic action..." He speaks to the sign.

Barging into the brothel, Irvik and his women who are not yet occupied turn to him. They no longer jump when he bursts through the front doors, now expecting it on a daily basis. They've even installed special blocks in the floor and ceiling to catch the doors and protect the walls, right before fixing all of the cracks he'd made. Irvik is visibly surprised, looking toward the sun outside and shielding his face with a gloved hand.

“Stallion! What are you doing here so early?!"

“I'm here for Hara!" Bennu proclaims.

“Oh. I don't believe she's awoken yet."

“Good, because we need to speak..."

“I thought you were here to see Hara?" Irvik rubs his chin, stroking his neatly trimmed facial hair.

Emerging rather disheveled from her bedchamber, Drazina waves to the man who's just enjoyed her flesh. She takes a drink of the bitter tea of neberum, which prevents pregnancy, and winces.

“Ugh... I hate my job..." She grumbles to herself. “If only I had a man like Bennu, who wanted to rescue me from this nightmare."

Suddenly, she turns her head and focuses her hearing on a familiar voice. A Sabaarii of the sand-kin stops and stands beside her, also focusing on the voice. Knowing that the Sabaarii's hearing is superior to her own, Drazina turns to her.

“Eto Bennu?" She asks in Ancient Hitrosii.

“Zhe." The Sabaarii nods.

Walking as a pair, they creep closer, eager to eavesdrop on the conversation occurring in the lobby.

“Are you serious?!" Irvik gasps, a gloved hand covering his gaping maw.

“I don't recall stuttering."

“Forgive me, I'm... I'm just a little-"

“I want her, Mr. Krait. I cannot bear to have her working in this place another day. Name your price. If I have it, I'll pay it. Whatever it is..." Bennu interrupts.

Irvik is stunned and takes a moment to collect himself. He clears his throat and then glances at his other women, who stand behind him in awe. A few struggle to hold back smiles and two more shed tears, moved by Bennu's rescue. It doesn't matter that Hara is the worst of them; having a man swoop in and claim them, saving them from this life is a dream they all share. He spots Drazina and a Sabaarii peeking around a corner, only for them to disappear when they see his gaze land on them.

“Well?" Bennu demands

“Please, Bennu, allow me time to think about it." Irvik murmurs.

“What's there to think about? Do you need help deciding on a price?"

“Well, I-"

“How's five-hundred zakians? No... One thousand!" Bennu offers.

The room falls silent.

“That could buy you a handful of slaves!" Irvik chokes out.

“She's worth it."

A cacophony of “awes" fills the air, and Irvik feels the pressure mounting. If he accepts, then he might look weak to his girls, who know that they can buy their way out of servitude if they can find the right man. This could be a problem with his beast women, as most, even the untamed and wild tribals, don't normally spend their lives sexually surrendering themselves to strange men. Even the tribals understand the sensibility and security of monogamy. For the humans, it undermines his authority. Bennu's hand squeezes Irvik's shoulder in a silent sign of his growing impatience. On the other hand, if he denies Bennu, he might not be alive to operate his business!

“Fine. She's yours. I'll even prevent her from working until it's time for you to claim her, but I'll need time to make the necessary arrangements."

“How much time?" Bennu asks, a fist slowly clenching.

With a nervous gulp, the pimp, who is quite diminutive in comparison, looks to Bennu's hand and lets out an anxious chuckle.

“Two days?"

“..."

“One! One day! ... I-I can have the papers drafted by tomorrow! ... Heh! Uhm... Ahem... Y-you can return tomorrow to collect her..."

“Thank you." Bennu grins, pulling Irvik into a warm embrace. “You're a good man."

“..." Irvik blinks in disbelief, his lips contorting into a poorly masked smile.

With that, Bennu promises to gather the funds and return at dawn to collect his prize. He's so overjoyed that he dares not waste a minute to wake Hara and tell her the good news, that she's soon to be freed; he wants to count those coins and prepare his home for her. Meanwhile, Irvik dismisses his women, all of whom notice his awkward smile and ask in both human and Ancient Hitrosii if he is alright. It's obvious that his encounter with the man they all consider a gentle giant has affected him.

Reasserting his control over them, he proclaims his strength and demands they return to work with a loud and stern voice. When they hesitate, he points to a Vostii with the appearance of a wild dog and orders her to service a man who's just entered the establishment. The stranger blinks in disbelief as the dog girl sheepishly approaches him, drops to her knees and unbuckles his belt. Irvik storms up to the man like a jilted lover, twirling his cane as if he's about to strike him with it.

“That'll be ten zakians! Thirty if you want to use her pussy!" Irvik snarls, holding out a hand to the frightened man.

Drazina waits for her boss in the hallway, only to see him heading for his office with thirty zakians in his palm. She allows him to walk past her before revealing herself. Emerging from an unoccupied room, she follows him at a distance, but Irvik seems to sense her presence. He glances back, sees her and rolls his eyes, stopping just before his office door.

“What is it, Drazina? Shouldn't you be earning my money?" He asks, slipping the silver and copper coins into a pocket of his suit jacket.

“I finished with him."

“I meant with a new customer!" He growls, entering his office.

“Yes, I will, but..." She enters behind him.

“But what?"

“Irvik... You cannot sell Hara to him." She says, closing the door behind her.

“And why not? I own her." He raises a brow, taking a seat at his desk.

“Because, Bennu is such a sweet man! I've spoken with him so much during his past visits and he's such a good person! He's kind and tender and he listens! A woman like me would kill to have a man like him! He deserves the best, but Hara... Well... I know he might think he loves her, but she's not what he's looking for." The caramel-skinned human replies.

“You don't have to tell me that! I know all too well of her proclivities... The beast folk are carnal by nature, loyal though they may be, and their simpler minds are much more malleable, which certainly makes this job easier. They're quick to train, conform, and when they attach themselves to you, they're like glue! In fact, I often envy the humans who've married beast folk. What a love that must be... Mmmm... To have a big Korutan embracing me, holding me so tightly and lovingly, stroking my hair as he, I mean she, pounds me into submission!"

“... What?"

“Never mind..."

“Uh... Anyway... I know you've said it before, that you would love to be rid of her, but selling her to Bennu would be a grave mistake!" Drazina continues.

“I already agreed to the sale! What do you want from me, woman?!"

“Can't you take it back?!" She pleads.

“... You just want him for yourself." Irvik smirks.

“Yes! Yes, I do! He's a wonderful man; tender, warm, soft-spoken and not a drunkard or ill-tempered."

“You've said all that, before... Well, except the sober part."

“I would be blessed by The One to have such a fine husband, but there's more to our conversation than jealousy. I fear for his heart. She will break it, and it won't take her long. He doesn't deserve that kind of pain. He's never had a wife or even a woman care for him for any length of time; Hara is all he knows! I urge you, don't ruin his life by selling her to him. Please..."

“I hear you and I agree with you wholeheartedly! Bennu is a sweety, who deserves much better than the likes of her." Irvik chirps.

“Then why are you selling Hara to him?!" She demands.

“Because he wants her."

“Irvik...

“... Okay, fine, I'll admit it! It's as you said, I want to be rid of her. Do you know how hard it is to make a profit from a whore who genuinely enjoys her job?! How many times have I caught her trying to give it away to customers when my back was turned?! I've pulled her out of your room a time or two before, after you left a man unattended, semi-conscious atop your bed. There she was, busily tasting his flesh and hoping to awaken him!"

“Yes, I know, but-"

“She can hardly go between meals without feeling a penis on or inside of her! In fact, I'm starting to wonder if there's some kind of illness of the mind that makes her crave it so often... If I can pass that nightmare off onto that love-sick stallion of a man, and make a coin while doing it, why not?!?!" Irvik exclaims, throwing his hands into the air as if he were cheering.

“But you like Bennu! How can you willfully hurt him for profit?!"

“How can I? Because I can only afford to worry about my own lovers, and he's not one of them..."

Drazina raises an eyebrow, perplexed by his remark.

“B-because we're both men! A-and that would be strange! ... Heh..." Irvik clears his throat and glances about the room.

“You're a monster..."

“Aww, you're such a sweety." Irvik giggles, reaching across his desk and pinching her cheek. “Now go! Run along and find yourself a customer! You may not be a slave, but you still owe me for paying your fine and taking you out of that rancid jail cell." Irvik winks.

“I should've never helped my brothers rob that coach..." She whimpers.

“Could've, would've, should've... I have your debt, now pay it off. The more dick you suck, the faster you can leave... Now, away with you." He shoos her rather daintily with a hand.

Rising from his seat, he shoos Drazina out of his office. He closes the door and pauses, only to sigh, turn around and rest his back against it.

“I'm sorry, Bennu... You're such a stallion, but I cannot keep that insatiable wench in my brothel for another night... I hope this is doing you a favor." He thinks to himself.

After taking a moment to collect himself and returning to character, Irvik emerges from his office and heads for Hara's room with the confidence of a king. Stepping into her room, he prepares himself for quite a sight, but instead is pleasantly surprised to find that Hara is alone and still waking up.

“Hara!" He chirps, startling her.

“Yes, master?" She speaks to him in her native tongue.

“You [do] not need [to] work. You [will] not serve any males."

“Huh? Why?!"

“Because I say. You [will] no longer [be] work[ing] for me. I [will] sell you. Relax. I [will] speak with you, later. I have business."

Hara's mind races. She hasn't been Irvik's property for very long, barely a year, but she's already made quite a reputation for herself and his business. Is he displeased with her? Are her proclivities bothering him?! She can't help it! She's tried so hard! She begins to tremble with fear over her fate. This is the second time she's been thrown away. First, her original master sold her, after years upon years of loyal service. He trained her so well, since she was young, and she showed her love for him the way he taught her, but it wasn't enough. Now Irvik appears to be punishing her and may also discard her!

He turns to leave the room, but in a panic, she lunges and grabs him. He whirls around, his shoulder catching the door and slamming it shut. He takes a step back and finds himself pinned, his back against the door as Hara presses her nude body against him.

“Please, master! I [am] sorry! I know you [do] not like how I behave! I-I try and be good!"

“Hara!"

“Please! I [am] scared! [Do] no[t] sell me! I-I want [to] please you!"

Her hands slide down his body and over his hips until she's clutching at his belt.

“I [will] enjoy pleasing you, master." She coos, softly kissing his neck.

“Stop! Why [are] you touch[ing] me?!" He pushes her away.

“Huh?!" A perplexed Hara furls her brow.

“Why [are] you always [so] eager for sex?!"

“How else [do] we express feelings?"

“..." Irvik blinks, stunned by her response.

“You [are] my master, but I see how you treat your females. I care for you. Allow me to show [you]." She once again tries to remove his pants.

“Release me!" He wriggles away, opening the door and slipping into the hall. “Dress and collect your belongings! You [are] leave[ing] tomorrow!"

Hara's eyes water as her master storms away, leaving the brothel in a huff.

“What an absolute mess!" He proclaims, shaking his head as he walks swiftly toward the village clerk's office, shaky hands clutching his cane. “My stallion better whip her into shape..."

Hara sits atop her bed and sniffles. The fear overwhelms her even more than the burning desire for affection. She hates how she feels when she's alone, how cold and empty she is inside. She only ever feels fulfilled when she has the attention of a male; nothing makes her warmer than when her mouth or her loins are full, and why wouldn't it? If she wants happiness then she must give of herself to earn it, and satisfying a male is about the only thing she has to offer. It was a lesson she was taught by her first master, long before she reached adulthood.

She was afraid the first time he taught her, held down atop a bed of hay in the seclusion of the dark and quiet barn where he'd cornered her. He was a good teacher and persisted in his efforts to make her a proper woman. He reminded her again and again that this was her place, that her value was only in her plump breasts and the warm entrance between her legs. She lives to serve men, and after more than a decade serving her first master, the only male she had ever known before Irvik, she's grown accustomed to the pleasure involved in her lifelong task.

She simply cannot fathom another way to live. However, there is more to it. Her ceaseless craving for sex is a means of comfort, as it erases all those pesky negative thoughts and feelings she has about herself and her place in the world. It gives her solace, but it has also kept her blinded, clouding her judgement. She knew all along that she was meant to take other males, but her lust is not just for their bodies; she craves their care, as her first master cared for her. Why else would she keep the same handful of men for so long? Clearly, this has been her downfall.

Perhaps if she could explain this to Irvik he would alter her rates, allow her to stay and keep these special clients? Perhaps there is hope for her? An idea forms in her head and the sheep girl's eyes light up. She's never shown him what she has to offer, though she's tried. For some reason, he always rejects her advances, as he does for every other female in the brothel. What if she's his first? What if she proves her worth to him?! He has forbidden her from seeing any customers, even her favorite of them all, Bennu, but perhaps if Irvik could taste her splendor for himself, he would reconsider?

Some time later, Irvik returns to his business with Hara's papers folded neatly and stowed in a pocket. He feared for both Hara and Bennu, but after her attempted assault, he cannot be rid of her fast enough. To hell with Bennu: she needs to go. He should've told Bennu to return that very evening! Entering The Nightly Companion, he's pleasantly surprised to see hardly a prostitute in sight. Walking through the long corridor, he hears the grunts and groans and wails and moans as nearly all his ladies are busy with clients. A Captain of the Unfettered has been collecting the fees in a box.

Irvik cannot help but smile at the delightful jingling as he collects it from his hired goon. He makes his way into his office and disappears. The guard stands by for a moment before beginning a routine patrol. Now is her chance! Hara has been waiting for hours for him to return, and with the Unfettered keeping her from seeking out any comfort from the customers, she's gone half a day without sex. It's driving her mad! The burning betwixt her legs is indescribable, and her hunger for a release is unlike anything she's ever felt before. Even on the day when her first master sold her, she had felt him inside of her only an hour before.

After explaining her job to her, she happily sought out her first client, opening her blouse and revealing her breasts to the nearest man. He was obviously interested, and he couldn't help but touch her. It was just in time, as she felt a strange craving overcoming her, something she'd never felt before. Irvik hadn't even had the time to show her which room was hers before she was riding the man atop Shaila's bed. She kept him occupied for an hour before he had to leave, and she eagerly sought out the next one. She couldn't even drink the tea of neberum until nearly the end of her first day. Since then, she's never gone this long without sexual intercourse.

As he counts his coins in the solitude of his office, he hears the door open and then close. Assuming it to be Drazina coming to beg him yet again, he sighs and then grumbles.

“I won't have this discussion again. I'm selling her and that's final."

“Hmm?" A softer voice hums in confusion.

He looks up to find Hara standing in front of the door, her hands behind her back as she clicks the lock.

“Oh, Hara! ... What [do] you need?" He asks in Ancient Hitrosii.

“You, master. I need you." She coos, sashaying up to him.

“... What?"

She doesn't answer and continues her approach. Irvik gulps, seeing the hungry look in her eyes. She's like a lioness stalking her prey, and for the second time that day he feels his power being drained. Rising to his feet, he sidesteps away from his desk, where a pile of coins and her sale papers and title are sitting in plain view. The Korutan of the sheep-kin approaches her master, stripping off her robe, which was already opened. Realizing what was coming next, Irvik backs away from her and through an archway. It leads into his private bedchamber. Hara follows him, silent as the grave. Only her eyes speak to him, her hungry lioness eyes.

Irvik looks over his shoulder to find his secret escape hatch, only to remember that they haven't constructed it yet! He only spoke with an architect a few days ago. His heart drops into his stomach as he looks toward the arch. Hara leans against it, an arm above her head and playing with her hair in an obvious attempt to entice him. He's more afraid than anything and continues to back away from her. His legs hit the side of his bed and he plops down onto his scrawny buttocks, freezing up as he endures a flashback. Hara's figure briefly changes to that of a stocky man, standing in a dimly lit doorway.

“No, unckle Kutch. I don't like that!"

“Yes, you do. Now shut up or you'll wake your mother and father."

The voices echo in his head as he sits and stares. Hara wastes no time, approaching her master and leaping upon him. He yelps as if in pain, falling back atop his bed as she kisses him, grabbing his clothes so aggressively! The memory of those nightly visits by his uncle, fade into reality as he finds himself struggling against his own slave, a mere prostitute. As a beast woman, her strength is superior to a human's, even a male, and without the constraint of his authority, she uses it to her advantace.

“W-what [are] you do[ing]?!" He gasps as their lips part, pinned beneath the horny beast.

“I [am] worth keeping, master. I [will] prove it!" She growls before tearing open his shirt, popping off all of the buttons and sending them flying across the room. “I NEED YOU!!!" She roars in a deep, throaty voice.

“AHH! BY THE ONE! SOMEONE, SAVE MMMM-MM-HMM!"

He cannot even finish his plea before she's covered his lips with her own. Hara is truly a beast. Despite being smaller, she easily dominates her slender pimp, ripping his leather belt and throwing it aside before all but shredding his pants as she exposes his manhood. Mere seconds after she begins, her skill is undeniable and downright startling. He's struggled to find an attraction to the female form ever since his uncle began to play those special games, culminating in the nightly visits that haunt his memories. Despite this, something happens, something strange.

Hara's hands touch him with familiarity, her lips caressing him and her tongue entertaining his tip. She takes him into her mouth as she strokes the remainder and fondles the stones hanging beneath. Her aggression reminds him of moments in his past that he's often told himself were pleasant. Hara's current ministrations are so methodical, so well-planned and direct. It's as if she was born to pleasure men. She awakens his manhood, the first female to do so, and puts it to good use, penetrating herself until his testicles are pressed firmly against her buttocks. That is when her work truly begins.

Hara bounces atop his lap as she pins him by his shoulders, using his manhood as if she owned it. Yelling at her to stop earns no reply and trying to grab her hips and push her off proves to be a mistake. Being unable to enjoy the pleasures of her clients, her lust is as great as her desire to win him over. She grabs his wrists and pins his arms above his head, her fluid motions increasing in both speed and ferocity. What was poor Irvik to do besides lie there and let her use him?! Realizing that there was no hope of escape except to placate her, he closed his eyes and did his best to end it as swiftly as possible.

“Oh, Hamon! That's it! Ride me harder!" He exclaimed, trying to find the right fantasy to boost his pleasure.

Hara was thoroughly perplexed by her master confusing her name with one of the guards. It unsettled her. Was she truly so worthless?! Is that why he was preparing to abandon her?! This only made her work harder, and she soon gave herself the first of several climaxes. As she showered her startled pimp with her feminine fluids, she felt the wash of pleasure and the calm returning. She no longer remembered why she was mating with him and simply continued until she was satisfied. Irvik lasted a long time, but even the strong-willed pimp was no match for her, eventually unleashing his seed inside of her. It seemed to be exactly what she needed.

When all was said and done, Irvik lay on his side, curled into a ball, holding his knees to his chest and shivering. Hara smiled at him as she leaned closer, but all he could do was grimace and flinch as she reached out to touch him.

“I stay?" She asks in the sweetest voice.

“Go..."

“Hmm?"

“Return to your room. No customers. I [am] sell[ing] you to Bennu tomorrow."

“OH!" She chirps, overjoyed at the thought. “Why [did] you not tell me Bennu was buy[ing] me?!" She asks.

“I was, but you..." He pauses, averting his eyes.

“Hehe! Sorry." She leans in and kisses his forehead, causing him to flinch. “But we had fun, yes?"

“Yes, now go..." He whimpers, having never been so eager for her to leave.

“Okay!" She chirps, blissfully unaware of the pain she'd caused him.

Hara dashes from the room, nude, with a bounce in her step, among other places. Thankfully, as late as it is, the Unfettered would've cleared out the customers, his whores would be resting, and she wouldn't have been seen by anyone. The following day, Bennu arrives with a sack full of jingling coins but Irvik isn't in the lobby. He's further surprised to find that Hara is still asleep as well. She normally doesn't sleep so late except when she's had another customer, but after agreeing to the sale, Irvik promised that she would no longer be working. Did he lie to him?! He turns to Drazina, who sits with him in the lobby and assures him that everything is well.

“Hara sometimes sleeps in, even when she hasn't seen anyone." The woman began, rubbing his back.

“Oh... G-good. I was a little worried that he'd try to get some more coins out of her before I came for her."

“Nonsense! Irvik might be a low-down, worthless piece of human filth, but he isn't a liar!" She chirps. “Would you like me to see what's keeping him?"

“Please."

She rises to her feet and makes her way toward the corridor when Bennu suddenly calls out to her.

“Drazina!"

“Hmm?"

“Thank you. You're a good person."

She peers over her shoulder at the hulking man, and they share a little smile.

“I try to be."

Making her way to Irvik's office, she knocks but doesn't receive an answer. She waits for a moment before trying the door. It's unlocked, which is rather unusual for him as he often locks his door at night. Poking her head inside, she doesn't see him at his desk. After a moment, she hears what sounds like the horsehair bristles of a scrub brush coming from his private quarters.

“Irvik?"

“What?"

“Where are you?" She asks, slowly approaching the archway to his private quarters.

“What?! What do you want?!" He snaps at her.

“Bennu is here."

“Already?!"

“Yes, you... Slept in..."

She pauses upon seeing him sitting in a tin bathtub in the far corner. The pale, pasty looking man feverishly scrubs his genitals with a brush, wincing as if in pain.

“Are you okay? What're you doing?"

“Scrubbing her off..." He grumbles.

“Scrubbing who?"

“Would you get out?! Leave me alone!!!"

“..."

“T-tell him that I'll be there momentarily. I-I just n... I need a minute." He speaks with a quivering voice.

Drazina steps closer, having never seen or heard him so vulnerable before.

“Are you sure you're o-“

“GO!!!" He roars, throwing a sponge at her.

She gasps and lets out a little squeal of fright before darting so daintily from the room. As soon as he hears the door close, he slumps down into the tub, his body contorted as he twists his torso toward the side, his shaky hands gripping tightly to the edge. A sniffle becomes a choke, and soon the slave master and pimp is sobbing like a little child. He slumps back as his tears drip into the cold water of his bathtub, which he's been sitting in for hours.

“You're a good boy, Irvik. It wasn't your fault... Was it?" He whimpers to himself, hugging his knees as he cries.

“He'll be out momentarily." Drazina says to Bennu, taking a seat beside him on the padded circular bench.

“Oh, good!"

Drazina stares at Bennu who looks shyly at her only to flush and turn away. He does this several times. Why is he so skittish when he's already been inside of her once before? Why does he look so innocent, sitting in the middle of the brothel? Why does she find it so adorable?!

“Th-thank you, Drazina. You have always been so kind to me." He suddenly says, speaking in a hushed voice.

“You're welcome." She says, continuing to stare. “Bennu, may I ask you a question?"

“Ask me anything."

“Why do you care for Hara so much?"

“Because..."

He pauses as he stares straight ahead, his brow softening and eyes narrowing. There's a pain in his eyes that she wasn't expecting to see, a sorrow hidden deep inside that she's unearthing with nothing more than mere words. A tear escapes from his eye as he lets out a deep breath. It's clear that he's trying to maintain his composure, and her humble question begins to worry her. Did she offend him? That wasn't her intent! He looks to her and smiles the warmest smile, then rests a hand on her shoulder. His thumb caresses her so softly. Even in pain he's gentle and sweet. Her heart aches.

“Because she was the first woman in my whole life, who wasn't my mother, who seemed to truly enjoy my company." He finally replies.

Drazina is blown away. Why couldn't he have chosen her, instead?! She'd have killed to be the first woman to enjoy his company! If all he needed to fall in love was to feel desired, Drazina could've provided that in spades! The truth of the matter is that Bennu found his way into her dreams on more than one occasion, and her desire for him is both genuine and great. To hear him fawn over Hara is as sweet as it is painful, as she comes to realize that he may never turn away from the Korutan prostitute. Drazina gulps, fearful of what harm the sheep girl might do to him.

“But... Maybe she's not right for you?" She gently suggests, resting a hand over his.

“She's everything I've ever wanted, Drazina. She's soft and tender, compassionate and kind, caring and loving. She looks at me with eyes that welcome. She's not afraid of my height or my muscles... She doesn't run away when I stumble over my words or laugh at me... ... She..." He pauses and sniffles, his chin rippling as he holds in a breath.

As he speaks, she feels as if he's describing her. To Drazina, Hara is nothing but a pleasure-chasing wench who only ever smiles when someone is inserted inside of her preferred orifice, though she's also been known to smirk when the others were used.

“H-how could I ever turn away from that and go back to being lonely? Why does everyone try to stop me?"

“You don't really know her, Bennu... I do. I live with her, and I only say this because I l-... I care about you." Drazina coos, reaching up to caress his cheek.

Bennu remains silent, turning away as if he was ashamed. She cannot see the logic in his argument and cannot understand why he shies away from her affection. Still, she must persist!

“You can find a good woman. A woman who will care for you and love you for who you are. You're such a wonderful man, Bennu. It wouldn't be very difficult!" Drazina scoots closer, resting her hands on his chest. “You just need..."

She leans closer, readying herself for a kiss. Bennu looks to her and his expression is strange, as if he was simultaneously surprised and expecting. Is this a moment of catharsis? Has he finally awoken to her feelings and seen the woman he should really be with?! As they inch closer, a shrill and somewhat raspy voice calls out.

“Stallion!" Irvik chirps, now fully dressed and clutching his cane. “My stallion has returned for his lady!"

Irvik clears his throat, which is sore from a night of heavy weeping.

“Now, show your uncle Irvik those pretty coins and I will happily exchange them for this..."

Reaching into a pocket sewn into his custom-tailored suit, Irvik presents two papers, rolled up and tied with a fancy, pink satin ribbon. He smiles like a shark swimming beneath a wounded seal, pulling his hand away when Bennu lunges for the papers like a child demanding their favorite toy.

“Ah-ah! Coins, please..."

“Right! Here you are!"

The bag jingles as Irvik's eyes grow wide. He can hardly believe that he's selling Hara for five times what he paid for her. After what she did to him, he would've taken whatever Bennu had to offer, even the lint in his pocket. From the corner of his eye he sees Drazina crossing her arms and starring daggers at him. His sinister grin fades.

“Come, stallion..." He says in a soft and somewhat melancholy voice. “Why don't we negotiate her price?"

“Do you want more?!"

“No, I-! ... Just follow me."

“Okay!" Bennu chirps.

He jumps up from the seat as if his moment with Drazina never happened, leaving her alone on the padded, circular couch, her heart aching. A man approaches and speaks to her, eager to rent her pleasure, but she's hardly listening. She watches Bennu disappearing into the hall, following Irvik toward his office. Taking a seat in a rather comfortable, wingback chair, Bennu's head follows Irvik's every move. He takes a seat across from the burly lumberjack and tosses his sack of coins atop the desk.

“That felt heavier than a thousand." The pimp remarks.

“Unfortunately, because of our rates, we are paid mostly in copper and sometimes silver. This was such a short notice that I didn't have time to visit a bank and exchange it for gold."

“Heh. That's alright. Now about that price..."

“Did you want more? Because I'd need time to-"

“Stop talking, my stallion! You're making this hard!" Irvik snaps.

“Sorry."

“And stop apologizing! You're too nice! You're so sweet and thoughtful and polite, and I just lov-... I loath that about you." Irvik catches himself. “If you're going to own a slave, you need to have more than those muscles; you need to be more assertive, like you were yesterday."

“I do?"

“Yes!"

Bennu sits in silence, his soft eyes oozing his naivety and his dopey little smile akin to a child's. He sits there as if he were waiting for Irvik to tell him how to behave! Irvik sighs and slumps back in his chair and stares at the sack full of coins as he endures a strange dichotomy. One side demands he take every zakian that Bennu has, but one look at the man pressures his tender side to reconsider.

“He's just a lovesick idiot! Have a heart and go easy on him!"

"WHAT?! Don't be ridiculous. You're quintupling the money you invested on the initial purchase, and between her customers you've banked... Something! Think, man!!!"

“Shut up, you! Look, Irvik, don't listen to that asshole. He's a heartless prick and he's going to die alone and smelly, just like your asshole uncle Kutch."

“Hey! Uncle Kutch wasn't that bad! ... And I don't smell!!! Do I?!"

Irvik lifts his arm to sniff himself, only to realize halfway into the motion that Bennu is still watching him. With a nervous chuckle, he removes his top hat instead.

“Alright... Here are your papers. Allow me to count out what you owe me."

He tosses the papers onto the table and wraps his arms around the sack of coins like a boa constrictor, pulling it toward him with a hungry look in his eyes. Bennu begins to read the papers, quite literally bouncing in the seat with excitement. Irvik pauses as he scoops out a handful of copper coins with some silver sprinkled in, staring at the childish display.

“Look at that idiot! See how giddy he is over buying a cheap, sex-crazed whore?! Take the money and run, dude!"

“If you rip off that sweet, innocent dope, I will scream in your ears until the day you die..."

Irvik counts out the money, taking the coins and setting them on a special counter. Zakians are minted with an identical hexagonal hole in the center, for both the large and small varieties of the coins. With a wooden base and hexagonal pegs standing vertically, he quickly counts out five hundred zakians, then pauses. He looks to the joyful Bennu, who now hugs the papers like a child hugs their favorite doll. Irvik's bottom lip quivers. He removes one hundred from the counter, adds it to the sack and then counts out six hundred, then stops. Bennu looks to him as the pimp scoops the six hundred zakians back into the sack.

“There..." He murmurs, pushing the half-full sack toward the lumberjack. “Four hundred is a fair price for Hara, and I didn't even charge for the cost of drafting her sale papers."

“Dumbass!" The bad voice growls.

“Thank you, Irvik. You're a good and fair man. That's why I look up to you!" Bennu chirps.

“Aww!" The good voice coos.

“Stop that!" Irvik growls, flushing and burying his face in his hands.

“Stop what?"

“Making this so difficult!"

“What am I making difficult?" Bennu furls his brow and scratches his head.

“... Never mind. Take her and go... ... Away with you." Irvik grumbles, turning his head away as he daintily shoos him from the room with the fingers of one hand.

“See? Was that so hard?! Don't you feel better, doing the right thing?! Look how happy he is, thanks to you!" The good voice chirps.

Bennu wastes no time. He collects a portion of his life's savings and makes his way for the door only to pause. He stops and turns back to Irvik, who stares at the wall with a rather melancholy gaze.

“Irvik?"

“What?" He slowly turns his head toward him.

“What does Drazina owe?"

“You mean the debt I purchased?"

“Yes. She never told me."

Irvik lets out a little sigh as he collects a ledger from his desk. Looking through it, Bennu sees that it's full of bills of sale, receipts for his many beast folk prostitutes, as well as writs of debt from women he'd bought out of jail.

“She was fined three thousand zakians for robbery. She was lucky. Her brothers were hung. She's nearly paid up. Five-hundred and thirty-seven is what she still owes me."

Irvik watches in stunned silence as Bennu sets the sack of coins atop the desk and counts out sixty-three zakians, which he slips into a pocket.

“W-what's this?" Irvik chokes out.

“I'll pay her debt. Now you can let her go. He deserves a good life."

“..."

“Irvik?"

Unable to speak, the meek little man nods his head and motions with a hand for Bennu to leave, his hand flailing wildly. As soon as the door closes, he begins to cry, burying his face in his hands.

“Adonai damn me to hell for robbing one of your angels." He whimpers.

With the second deal done, Bennu makes his way to Hara's room, stopping when he sees a man trying to coax Drazina with a deal. Storming up to the pair, the man sees Bennu's size and halts his advances.

“Leave." Bennu growls.

“..." The man stares.

“The door is over there..." He points with a girthy finger, strong enough to snap the man's neck by itself.

“R-right! Sorry, ma'am! H-have a nice day!" The man stumbles before racing out of the brothel.

“Bennu?!" A stunned Drazina turns to him.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the coins. Taking hold of her wrist, he pulls her hand up and places the coins into it.

“What's this for?"

“I paid your debt."

“What?!" She gasps.

“Confirm it with Irvik. You're free to go. Take that. I hope it helps." He says with a smile, gently caressing her cheek.

He kisses her forehead and then backs away. Drazina's bottom lip quivers as Bennu walks back into the hallway to find his prize, leaving the former prostitute is stunned silence. He finds Hara standing in the doorway, her robe open as she glares at one of the Unfettered. The emasculated guard has a strange smell; without his manhood he isn't remotely appealing to her. She glares at him, flustered by his insistence that she not service any customers. Just one customer wouldn't hurt! She's going through a lot and the fear and anxiety are palpable, which only makes her urges for pleasure that much worse.

Everything changes, however, when she sees Bennu approaching, papers in-hand.

“Stand aside. She's mine now."

Seeing the papers, the Unfettered does as he's told, as still as a statue as Bennu scoops the Korutan of the sheep-kin into his arms and takes her into her bedchamber.

“[Do] you have possessions you wish [to] bring home?" He asks in her native tongue.

She nods her head and Bennu puts her down, allowing her to gather what she needs. She grabs a small burlap sack from a nightstand drawer to carry what little she has. It's about the size of the sack that held his coins. As he waits, Drazina enters the room.

“Hara!"

“Hmm?"

Bennu and Hara turn to her. Drazina approaches Bennu, rests a hand on his forearm and jumps up to give him a little kiss on the cheek. A worried Bennu looks to Hara, who is unphased by this.

“Could you give us a moment, please? I wish to say goodbye to my friend."

“Of course, Drazina." Bennu smiles. “I will return soon." He then speaks to Hara.

He steps into the hall and Drazina closes the door, only to turn toward Hara and storm up to her with a fire in her eyes.

“May 'The One' bless him..." She murmurs to herself before turning to face the sheep girl. “Bennu [is] your master, now. Only mate with Bennu..." She growls.

“What?" Hara raises a brow and looks like she's about to laugh.

“You hear[d] me! [Do] you understand your actions?"

“Yes." Hara nods. “I have new master. Bennu bought me, and he [is] my master." Hara replies.

“... [Do] you love Bennu?"

Hara furls her brow and appears quite confused. Her lips slowly curl into a little grin.

“Bennu [is] my favorite partner. Bennu has [a] big penis and gives much pleasure. He [is] very skilled and [a] passionate partner. He also enjoy[s] cuddle[ing]. He [will be a] good master."

Dissatisfied, Drazina steps closer, their breasts and noses all but touching.

“[Do] you love Bennu?" Drazina sternly repeats the question.

“[Is] love real?" She coldly retorts.

“... Yes!" A flabbergasted Drazina retorts.

“How [is] love real when my first master raise[d] me, teach me, mate with me for many year[s] and sell me without thought or pause? How [is] love real when I pleasure males for Irvik, I show him my skill and he also sell[s] me to [a] man who only know[s] my body? If love [is] real, I [do] not know it."

“But Bennu love[s] you! He [will] do [so] much for you! He [is] fragile and sensitive. You hold his heart within your hands!"

“Then I [will] try and do good. Maybe then love will prove [to be] real?" Hara casually answers.

Drazina cannot believe her ears and fears for Bennu. She didn't want him harmed before, but after buying her freedom on a whim, she's ready to kill for him. He's taking such a risk, giving his heart to a woman who's so jaded and damaged. Unfortunately, she's had this talk with him before, and it led nowhere. Without speaking another word, Drazina steps backward toward the door. She whirls around, pulls it open and storms past a perplexed Bennu, who stood far enough away that he couldn't have heard their conversation.

“Good luck!" She growls.

“Huh?! ... I wonder what that was about..." He quietly remarks, scratching his head.

Part Three

“I don't know what to say..."

Standing before his mother, Bennu tries his best not to yawn. It's a battle he cannot win. He knew that Hara has quite the appetite, but their first night together was revealing. After bringing Hara home and showing her his well-furnished and ample dwelling, he offered her supper. Instead, Hara bent herself over the unlit stove and offered her loins. He took her for his pleasure, and with a spring in her step, Hara prepared a meal for them. She moved about the kitchen having already memorized the layout and placement of every item. It was as if she had lived with him for years. However, once they were fed, she only wanted more.

He lay on his back while she did much of the work, eagerly using him for her pleasure. His daily visits were already a challenge, and it was clear that she would need much more attention than he anticipated, as she awoke him twice more for sex, using him throughout the night. The second time she roused him, just before dawn, she pulled at him and asked him to mount her, which he did. She awoke him for sex yet again, at dawn, just before his mother and aunt were due to arrive. He's asked them there the day before, just to show her off, though he has yet to tell his brother. After their last conversation, he's reluctant to do so.

Bennu tries to focus and show his mother and aunt the beast woman who will one day be his bride, but he's torn between wanting to extoll Hara's virtues and retiring to bed. With the sheep girl wearing a modest dress that covers her body, she clings to her master and looks at his female relatives with unease. She can tell from their body language and the tones of their voices that they disapprove of her; you don't need to comprehend a language to understand such basic concepts. They look her up and down with judgmental eyes, and her anxiety continues to worsen, stoking the fire of her urges.

The last thing she wants is to be sent back to Irvik, to have sex with strange and sub-par men, but it is a challenge to keep her clothes on when all she wants is for Bennu to take the fear and pain away. Just a little more will have her feeling better! Not only is Bennu a superior male, perfect in every way, he is the first man capable of satiating her thirst for carnal passion, albeit briefly. With a pouty lip, Hara looks up at her new master and bats her eyelashes. He smiles, caresses her cheek and then yawns.

“Are you alright, son? You look tired."

“I didn't sleep well last night." He says through yet another yawn.

“I wonder why..." His aunt mutters.

“Shh! ... Ahem..." His mother clears her throat. “So, you truly love Hara, do you?"

“Yes, I do! She's wonderful!" He chirps, embracing the sheep girl.

“I see... ... Well... If she makes you happy..." His mother sighs, conceding to his will.

Unsure of what else to say or do, his mother and aunt excuse themselves, leaving his home and returning to their daily tasks. Though he considers going to work and felling a dozen or so trees, Bennu is distracted by Hara, who eagerly pounces upon him and pulls at his belt.

“My, my! Someone [is] very hungry." He teases her.

“They make me nervous. I [do] not enjoy [to be] nervous. Make me feel better, master!" She coos.

Bennu does his best, taking her on the floor in the main room of his home. After they're finished, she finally cooks him breakfast. Their last encounter prevented either of them from eating, as Hara seemed insistent about having him as soon as they awoke, less than an hour before his mother and aunt were due to arrive. Lighting a fire in the stove, she prepares ingredients for a meal when she suddenly realizes how little dishes she knows. The anxiety returns and she stops, resting a hand over her abdomen. Her expression changes, and he can see her expression changing.

“Hara? [Are] you okay?"

Turning her head and looking back, she smiles, nods and then slowly bends over the counter beside the stove. One hand lifts her dress while her other arm supports her lithe body. With her buttocks exposed, she wiggles it in from side to side, a finger curling as she silently beckons to him.

“More?!" He asks with a nervous chuckle.

“Yes. Please, master, mate with me." She begs.

Bennu obeys, dropping his pants as he makes his way toward her. Somehow, despite his exhaustion and hunger, he manages to perform. Gazing upon the beautiful creature before him makes it easier. As he thrusts, he cannot help but wonder why Elad and Itaun would try to discourage him from buying her. Why did Drazina question his motives? Was it purely jealousy or was there something more? Hara craves him in a way that no one else ever has. She's insatiable. What other reason could the beast woman have for wanting to make love to him so often?! Truly, this must be love!

Hara enjoys her pleasure but Bennu struggles to climax. This doesn't bother Hara in the least, as when she was with her first master, he often released so frequently that sometimes he only gave droplets or even nothing at all. After a while, she would worry only about satiating her thirst and nothing more. Afterward, Bennu assists her in preparing a meal. It becomes apparent that Hara's skills in the kitchen are decidedly limited, as she seems to know how to make only two meals. Perhaps that is something they can bond over? After eating, he takes her to bed and holds her, keeping her back against his chest as he falls asleep.

It's barely noon but the lovers had such a trying night that it's easy to fall asleep. Hara still feels so uncomfortable in her new surroundings, though Bennu's presence eases her somewhat. However, her anxiety makes her urges as strong as they were for the first month that Irvik owned her. She awakens a while later, feeling her cravings all but taking control of her. However, she's trapped in his strong embrace and for a moment she begins to panic, making her urges even worse! What's happening to her?!

Bennu awakens with her still in his arms, attempting to wriggle free. He loosens his grip and smiles as she rolls over to face him, a smile quickly spreading across her broad muzzle. He greets her with a tender kiss and looks to the nearest window. The sky is a dim pinkish orange. He bolts up, gasping at his own foolishness. Is it truly so late?! How could he miss a morning of work?! He sits up as his heart races. He's never missed a day of work in his life! He's about to panic but one look at Hara eases his mind. She crawls closer and rests her hands on his belly, her dainty fingers scratching him in a rather playful manner.

He smiles and pets her head as he tells himself that he's not obliged to work. Without a contract or a particular schedule, he, like the other lumberjacks, are day laborers and may come and go as they please. He simply has a good work ethic, and many have grown accustomed to his attendance. Perhaps missing a day or two will not be so bad? Perhaps a little vacation with his future bride may do him some good? What better way to truly get to know her? Suddenly, Hara begins pulling quite frantically at his trousers.

He blinks, astonished by the bestial nature of the Korutan, whose focus is complete and unshaken. Her brow is furled as if in pain and she grits her teeth as she yanks at his pants.

“More?!"

“Please! Make me feel good!" She begs him.

“Uhm... O-okay." He sheepishly agrees as she pulls off his clothes.

For the next six days, Bennu stays home, keeping Hara placated with hugs, kisses and, of course, copious amounts of sex. He knew she was spirited and feisty, even rambunctious, but he could never have imagined the level of carnal desire she possessed or the lengths she would go to receive it. Each day he finds his manhood inside her mouth or vagina at least five times, and a few times she even gave him her behind. That was a first for Bennu, but Hara pushed him into her rear as if she'd done it a thousand times before.

It wasn't long before Bennu found himself perpetually sore from the almost constant sexual intercourse. Furthermore, he'd saved a considerable amount of zakians. The sack he brought to Irvik was one of three, enough money to not need to work for a whole year. However, their pantry was gradually emptying, and even worse, the stash of neberum he'd bought was already nearly gone. Knowing that he would struggle to bring home their supplies amidst her near constant cravings, Bennu managed to slip away from Hara as she slept, without giving her the morning session. He was certain that he'd be home in time to placate her.

As he left, he noticed a neighbor, Morden. A young and healthy man, Morden works the fields at the other end of the city, where the wealthy farmers have always grown their crops.

“Hello, Bennu! I haven't seen you in a while!" Morden exclaims, waving to him from his front door.

“Yes, I've been rather busy."

“Oh... Off to work, again?"

“No. I need to shop for supplies."

“As big as you are, I'm surprised I don't see you buying food more often!" Morden chuckles.

Awakening moments later, Hara reaches out for her master only to find an empty space. It's barely warm. Her eyes shoot open and she bolts up in bed, looking to and fro for her master. Where did he go?! She pulls on a rope and sloppily ties it shut as she wanders the house. Perhaps he left a message for her? Beast folk are incapable of literacy, but there isn't even a picture drawn for her to understand why he left. All she knows as she walks through the house is that her master is gone. Fear begins to take hold and she stands in the doorway, peering outside with her robe partially open. The urges return in spades.

“Woah..."

Turning toward the voice, Hara spots a man she'd seen once or twice before. She believes his name is “Morden," but she cannot quite recall. He stares at one of her plump breasts as it peeks from her robe. The burning worsens, her anxiety reaching its climax. She nibbles on her bottom lip as she remembers her master. He is not Irvik, and he seems to want her for himself. How long will he be? Will she endure this pain for hours? Has he abandoned her altogether?! The man stares, his jaw dropping at the sight of her feminine flesh. Hara can no longer control herself.

She turns toward him and opens her robe, displaying her femininity quite casually. He's soon forced to adjust himself. It doesn't appear to be all that impressive, but the uncertainty of where Bennu went, why he didn't take her and how long he'll be gone makes it impossible to ignore her insatiable craving for pleasure. It's the only thing that soothes her. She gulps, then juts out a leg, letting him get a good look at her loins.

“Hello." She coos in Ancient Hitrosii.

“H-hi..."

“Would you help me, please?" She beckons to him.

Meanwhile, hurrying through his errands, Bennu is dismayed by how long it takes. Many people endeavored to shop early, and he was forced to wait to buy his goods at the more popular markets. It's long past the time Hara awakens for breakfast. He must hurry home before she wonders where he went! He's so anxious to return to her he can feel himself trembling. He's ready to shove his way to the front of the line just to be done with it. Only his genteel nature keeps him from doing so.

Finally returning with four large baskets, one at each end of a pole and with a pole resting over each of his strong shoulders, he stops and furls his brow. Morden stumbles into his home through the front, his belt undone as he struggles to buckle it and step over the threshold at the same time.

“Hello, Morden!" Bennu chirps.

“Ahh!" Morden whirls around, jumps back and falls into his opened door.

“Are you alright?!"

“I-I'm fine! H-have a good day, Bennu! Bye!"

Morden promptly slams the front door before Bennu can close the distance and see what troubles him. Shrugging it off, Bennu enters his home to hear water sloshing. Placing the baskets of supplies to the side, he wanders through his home and finds Hara already washing herself. That's strange. She typically waits until after their morning session and their breakfast. Looking to her master, she's briefly surprised.

“Oh... Y-you return[ed] quickly." She waves with her fingertips and flashes a nervous smile.

“Yes. I [can]not stay away from you for long." He coos.

He leans in for a kiss, and to his surprise she doesn't bother to use her tongue, as she often does. Is she not in the mood for once?!

“It [is] good [to] see you. I [was] lonely without you." She whimpers.

“Aww!" He coos and kisses her cheek. “I only leave to buy supplies. I will never abandon you. I may leave, but I will always return to you." He promises.

“Good..." She murmurs, a shy and melancholy look on her face.

If only she had waited a little longer, she wouldn't be cleaning a stranger's seed out of her body! Guilt and shame creeps in, but like every negative emotion she feels, it rapidly evolves into the same craving, the same urge to mask the pain with sex. The day continues as it otherwise would have. Hara's insatiable appetite returns and Bennu is once again forced to placate her no less than three times before bed, and she still awakens him at least once during the night. By the time she's ready to sleep, she's already erased the memory of her betrayal from her mind, as it would only awaken her urges.

Three more days pass, each more identical than the last. As Hara washes herself, Bennu relaxes atop a lounging chair in his main room. If this is the life of the rich and powerful, he could get used to it. He almost dreads returning to work, though he knows he may, very soon. Suddenly, there's a knock at his front door. Opening the door, Bennu finds Itaun standing before him.

“Hello, Bennu..."

“Itaun! It's good to see you!" Bennu pulls him into an embrace.

“Why haven't you come to work? It's been nearly two weeks. Everyone is worried." Itaun asks, fear in his voice.

“No need to worry. I merely decided that I needed time to rest. A vacation!"

“Without saying anything?!"

The look on Itaun's face is startling. Why does he appear so upset?! Bennu steps outside to speak to him, only for Itaun's attention to shift. His expression changes from melancholy and worry to outright frustration, causing Bennu to glance back inside. Hara walks toward the stove, naked as the day she was born. She'd recently shaved her wool from the front of her body, as she did for Irvik and her first master; Bennu, like the others, greatly enjoys feeling her bare skin against his, as does she. Why does Itaun appear so upset? Why does her presence seem to irritate him? Looking back at his friend, Bennu and Itaun lock eyes and the fair-haired man slowly shakes his head.

“You did it... You bought her..."

“Of course I did!" Bennu chirps.

“Everyone said that you did, but I was hoping they were wrong. Elad came to us and said your mother met with her. We were hoping it was one of his twisted jokes. We were praying you wouldn't do something so foolish..."

“What?! Why?!" Bennu asks, genuinely shocked to hear this.

“Bennu... I know you think that you're in love with her, but for your height and your strength, inside you are still very weak. You're like a child!"

“..."

“You've made a mistake, and I fear it will come back to harm you!"

“How could it? She makes me happy. Can you not be glad that I have finally found happiness?!"

“I could, if that's what you've found, but I really don't think it is..."

Stepping outside, Bennu closes the door. He looms over his friend, who now has no one to protect him. He can see the unease on Itaun's face, and yet the smaller man does not back down. It perplexes Bennu, who relaxes his muscles and eases his stance. He places a hand on Itaun's shoulder and gives him a most gentle tug.

“Why, Itaun? Why do you say these things?"

“Because you can't trust her!" Itaun pushes his hand away. “You don't even truly know her!"

“That's what this vacation is about, to get to know my bride."

“Your bri-?! ... And what will you do if you discover that you're mistaken? What happens when you learn what you truly share?!"

“But I'm not mistaken." Bennu smiles.

“See?! You're digging your own grave right now, and you don't even realize it!"

“You keep speaking as if you know her, but you met her the same day I did! Why are you here, judging my decisions? Who are you to tell me how to live my life?"

“I care about you!!! Can't you understand that?!?!" Itaun screams, his voice cracking.

“If you care so much then allow me my happiness."

“Fine. Just remember that I tried to warn you..." Itaun points a finger into Bennu's face.

He takes a few steps back, only to turn and walk away. However, just as Bennu is about to enter his home, Itaun stops and turns back.

“A few days before you bought her, I took a day off work. Do you remember?" He begins.

“Yes." Bennu nods.

“I told you I was ill, that I had food poisoning, but it was a lie... Early that morning, I went to The Nightly Companion and asked for Hara..."

“... What?" Bennu's heart sinks and his eyes widen.

“I had her... Three times!"

“..."

“First, she rode me like it was the last time she would ever enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. When I awoke from a nap, she wanted me to be on top, so I gave her everything I had and made her beg me to breed her! After that, I placed her on all fours and used her like her master! I even put it in her ass!"

“You bastard!" Bennu roars, stepping away from his door.

Hara listens to the screaming of the two men, and though she cannot understand the human's language, she worries. Is it about her? She heard her name in there at least once. Is Bennu learning something unpleasant?! The anxiety skyrockets and she crosses her legs, whimpering as the tension undergoes a familiar metamorphosis.

“I held her down and filled her womanhood with every drop I had left! She loved every minute of it! She wanted more! Irvik eventually threw me out and I had to sneak past you as you came to see her! I spent an entire night recovering! Do you think she would've enjoyed her time with me if she truly loved you?! No!!! She'd have wanted me gone as soon as we were finished, the first time! She wouldn't have moaned so loudly of showered me with her fluids!" Itaun shouts.

“How could you do such a thing?! Forcing her to sleep with you!"

“..." Itaun's mouth hangs open and his eyes widen. “Did you not listen to me?! She enjoyed being with-!"

“I thought we were friends! Get away from my house and never return! In fact, don't even return to work! If you show your face in my presence, I will rip your vile head from your scrawny shoulders!!!"

Shaking his head in a mixture of disbelief and pity, Itaun walks away, leaving Bennu to fume. Stepping into his home, Bennu slams the door quite loudly only to be met with a surprising sight. Hara sits back in his lounge chair, her legs spread and placed on the armrests. She looks to him with shy and innocent eyes as she plays with herself, her eyes trained on her master.

“More?!"

“Please, master." She nods, her femininity already glossy with her fluids. “I need you..."

A few more days pass, and though Bennu has since managed to adapt to this strangely erotic lifestyle, something feels wrong. He cannot place it, but something makes him feel uncomfortable. A knot forms in his stomach whenever Hara makes her demands, and once he even hesitated! That's never happened before... Perhaps it's time he returned to work? That always made him feel better; working makes him feel more in control. However, he knew that Hara would not appreciate that. For some reason, he found himself afraid of bringing up the subject. Was he worried about disappointing her? He couldn't quite place the reason for his fear, only knowing that it was there.

Eventually, however, he told her that he needed to return to work and earn zakians for their household. He never shared with her the extent of his wealth, as that was one of the few lessons his mother and late father instilled in him. To his surprise, Hara seemed unphased. She was not upset or even the least bit disappointed, merely accepting his word as law. Somehow, this did not help ease his mind, though he felt as though it should've. Hara promised to keep his house in order while he was away. Giving him a warm embrace, she's determined to do right by her master. How long could he possibly be away from her, anyway?!

That first day when he returned to work, Bennu told her when to expect him home, even showing her with a clock. However, he worked for only a few hours before he felt a knot in his gut. It was barely lunchtime. It was almost as if he was ill, and yet he had no sickness. It forced him to return home. As he did, he noticed that Morden appeared to be home, instead of working the fields. Standing beside a window, he heard Morden frantically washing himself, fiercely scrubbing his body. What's come over him? Entering his home, he found Hara in their bed and she was visibly surprised. She looked disheveled, with messy hair and tufts of wool on her forearms, buttocks and thighs needlessly fluffed and out of place. He breathes a sigh of relief. She must've been sleeping!

He tried to comfort her as she trembled in his arms, but she insisted that she felt unwell and that a hot bath would comfort her. He helped her prepare her bath, stoking the fire that heats the tub, and found it quite odd that she kept her robe on and covering her legs until the very moment she sat in the steamy water. Passing him the wet garment, she immediately began to scrub her inner thighs and groin with a thick sponge. Despite the warmth of the water, she continued to tremble. He stroked her back and offered to wash her, but she seemed reluctant. Something about it unsettled him, though he couldn't quite place it.

Hara turned to him and forced a smile, though her stomach was churning. Why did he return so early? Why couldn't she control herself again?! She tried so hard, going so far as to close the shutters and hide herself in her bedchamber, waiting eagerly for his return. The quiet was painful, worse than at the farm where she grew up. It brought back memories of when she was a girl, memories that left her with strange feelings she couldn't quite understand. She bit her bottom lip as she remembered her first master. He taught her so much and she experienced so much through him.

She recalls how he caught her in the dark and quiet barn. He told her how much he loved her and promised that he would never leave her as he held her by her waist whilst lying atop her back. He lay over her on a bed of straw, touching her in ways she'd never felt before. He pushed his manhood into her virginal loins and she screamed. With a hand quickly covering her mouth, she could only whimper and endure the pain, listening to the sounds of their bodies and the crunching of the straw as he made her a woman several years before her first bleed.

It was a routine that persisted long into her adulthood, and how she learned to express affection. He was such a good man, such a kind man, and yet the memories of her upbringing unnerve her. Why? Why does she tremble with fear when she thinks of her beloved first master?! She felt the craving returning but for the first time in many years, she was forced to handle it herself. She remained alone for what felt like an eternity, genuinely missing the hustle and bustle of The Nightly Companion. In retrospect, it helped to drown out the noise of her own mind. When her fingers couldn't satisfy, Hara tried to find something else to occupy her time. What if she cleaned or cooked food?!

Making her way into the kitchen, a loose latch allowed the shutter to blow open and Hara saw Morden. He was returning home early, as the harvest had finally ended. The urge was so powerful that she pushed open the shutters and called out to him before she even realized she was speaking. He saw her and smiled, having already sampled her sweet flesh. He entered the home without question and she stood there, her buttocks against the counter as he eyed her with familiarity.

He approached her, slowly opened her robe and touched her with the familiarity of a lover. A grope became a kiss, which rapidly progressed until she was on her knees giving him oral pleasure, in the kitchen in front of the stove. Before she could think a thought, she found herself back in her bedchamber, on her forearms and knees for him, in Bennu's bed. Morden is nothing by comparison to her master, in both penile size, endurance and looks, and yet she couldn't help herself! It only made her guilt that much more excruciating.

Looking to her master as he gently washes her back, despite her feeble protests, she realizes right away how much he cares. Her first master wasn't this tender! Irvik was never so kind! None of the men she was with while working for Irvik ever tried to care for her. Is this what Drazina was talking about? Is this love?! All she knows for certain is that Bennu would be hurt if he discovered the true power of her cravings, the extend she would go to endure the hazy bliss of endless pleasure. Seeing the warmth in his eyes as he leans in to nuzzle her cheek both warms and breaks her heart. Drazina was right. Bennu loves her, and for the first time in many years, Hara is ashamed.

The shame sinks deep into the pit of her stomach where it rapidly blooms into that same old desire. No matter how much she tries, she cannot control it. Every painful thought, every moment of anxiety wraps around itself and twists into the urge to mate. It's the only time she feels like she can truly forget. With her fingers reaching inside herself to ensure that her loins are clean, she leans in and nuzzles him back. He laughs in the softest and sweetest way, and that only makes her guilt worse. The urge takes over, controlling her body like a marionette.

Bennu exclaims in surprise as she bombards him with hugs and kisses before jumping out of the bath to mount him. He lay upon the floor as the water splashes, the tin tub nearly tipping over on its molded paw-like feet. She proclaims her desire for him as she pulls at his clothes and Bennu can see that there is something very wrong. Her love for him must be immense for her to be so aggressive and for her voice to shake like that! It's as spontaneous and passionate as their love has ever been, and when all is said and done, Hara finds herself wrapped in Bennu's arms, listening to the words.

“I love you." He coos, giving her a squeeze. “I would do anything for you."

She cries, shedding tears for the first time since her first master made her a woman. It was a touching scene, and Bennu knew things had changed. Unable to bring himself to leave her again, Bennu began to contemplate new jobs. Perhaps he could find work that would allow him to bring her with him?! He stayed with Hara for two more days, ensuring that her insatiable appetite was kept in check. When their supplies began to dwindle again, he knew that he would have to shop for more.

He also noticed that the stockpile of neberum which he'd recently purchased was already beginning to run low. It made his heart race. At this rate, his year's supply of zakians would not last even half that! Hara cares for him so much. Perhaps he should impregnate her? The thought excites him as much as it does unsettle him, and he begins to move at lightning speed, his body acting on its own as his mind wanders. Hara notices the strange behavior as he roams about the house collecting his cloak and boots. He heads for the door, promising to return in short order as he takes a coin purse and leaves.

She asks to go with him, but he's too swift. If he didn't watch her, she might make a mistake, and after realizing the power of his feelings, the last thing she wants to do is cause him pain. The door slams shut as he dashes from the house, and Hara stands there, alone. Painful thoughts creep into her mind. Perhaps he shouldn't have bought her? Perhaps he's too good for her? Perhaps she's broken? She nibbles on her fingernails as the unsettling thoughts cause her tremendous anxiety. Moments later, as Hara prepares to busy herself and keep her mind off the scratching in the back of her skull, the burning in her core, she hears a knock at the door.

She dashes to it, her cloven hooves tapping softly on the stone floor. Has her master forgotten something? Will he dress her up and take her with him on his errands?! Opening the front door, her eyes grow wide. A familiar man stands before her. Dark-skinned, with long, dreadlocked hair and a strong build, it's Elad, her master's younger brother. She only met him once, but his form is so similar, albeit a little smaller and not nearly as strong. Her eyes move on their own accord, scanning him from head to toe. Glancing at his groin, she notices a familiar bulge. It would seem the men of this family are all particularly blessed.

“Oh... I [am] here [to] see Bennu..." Elad begins, speaking to her in her language.

Hara stands in the doorway, as still as a statue. She tries to ignore the craving, trying to remember how to tell him her master is not home. She nibbles on her bottom lip.

“[Is] Bennu home?" He finally asks.

“Mm-mm." She shakes her head, slowly closing the door.

“[Will] he return soon? It [is] important." He asks as he steps inside.

She doesn't answer, moving slowly away and putting her back to him. She winces and whimpers. It's already happening; even the rubbing of her toned legs as she presses them together gives her pleasure. Hearing the door close, she glances back only to find herself staring at his buttocks. How lovely it would look with her hooves hanging in the air, bouncing up and down behind it. She grits her teeth as the tension builds. He looks around the room, unaware of her gaze as he runs his fingers through his thick locks, scratching his head. He turns to ask her if she knows where he went and quickly jumps back. She's already standing right in front of him! She's very light of hoof.

“W-where [did] he go?"

Hara doesn't answer. Possessed by the savage beast inside of her, she jumps up and throws her arms around his neck, stealing a deep, tongue-filled kiss! His eyes widen as he steps back, dropping her to her hooves with very soft thumps. That's when she opens her robe to show him her front, revealing the smear of feminine fluids sticking to her thighs and creating a glistening string leading directly to her womanhood.

“Uhm... W-what [are] you do[ing]?!" Elad nervously asks.

Hara approaches him, reaching down and groping him. He presses his back against the wall, but she persists, leaning in and gazing up at the towering man.

“Please..." She coos, rubbing his crotch. “Mate with me."

He gulps as the words solidify in his throat, watching with wide eyes as she slips her hands into his trousers. She coos as she touches him and his face flushes. She's so bold, so demanding! Though he's nearly twice her size and easily able to resist if he so desired, he sees her nudity and her gleaming loins, and he freezes. He stands as still as a statue as she removes her robe, then pushes his trousers down to his ankles, cooing at the sight of his manhood. Hara can hear herself screaming at her to stop, to do right by her master, but her body moves without thought. It's as if she'd been removed from it and all that was left was a wild animal.

All Elad can do is gulp, shaking from both anxiety and excitement as she awakens him with skillful ministrations. No woman has ever used her mouth like that before! She takes him by the hand and leads him to Bennu's bedchamber, but upon seeing the bed she stops. Memories of Morden make her reluctant to use it, and for a moment she regains a modicum of control. It doesn't last long. She leads him toward a chair near the bed and pushes him, directing him to sit.

“And if Bennu return[s]?" He asks, resting his hands on her sides as she spreads her legs to straddle him.

“Do you care?" She coldly asks before kissing him, overcome by desire.

Dashing through the streets, Bennu races home with two baskets. He dares not leave Hara unattended for long. He should've taken her with him but he was moving too fast; his body wasn't paying attention to his mind. Who knows what she will do without his attention! Entering his home, he sets the baskets aside and begins to unpack them, only to pause when he notices something strange. Why hasn't Hara come to greet him? She's always she happy to see him, so eager for his affection! Walking throughout his home, he considers calling out to her. He nearly does but pauses when he finds her robe lying on the floor, beside a pair of men's trousers...

His heart stops and his blood runs cold. He feels the flushing of rage in his face, which only becomes worse when he hears a man's voice. A groan comes from his bedroom. Is that Morden? Has his darkest fear become a reality?! Racing down the short hall and bursting into his own bedchamber, he stops in his tracks and watches in horror. There is a man in his home... And it's his brother, Elad! At their angle, neither immediately notices Bennu, who sees everything and is shocked to the point of paralysis.

Standing on her dainty hooves, she spreads her legs a little wider as she straddles her partner. Hara holds the base of Elad's manhood, the engorged, purplish-pink tip pressing into her glossy, black flesh. Her lubricating fluids trickle down the tip, only for her to begin pushing him inside of her, spreading and penetrating her nether lips nearly as much as Bennu does. With one swift and fluid motion, Hara's loins envelope Elad's entire phallus, her fluffy buttocks and thighs plopping softly as she sits upon his lap.

“Ahh-yes!" She coos with a delighted sigh, already beginning to rocks her hips.

“Ooohhh!" Bennu's brother groans in obvious pleasure, holding her hips and gripping tightly.

Only his scrotum is visible, smooshed into the crack of Hara's buttocks and bouncing as she begins her work.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!?!?!" Bennu explodes in anger, shouting in his human tongue.

“AHH!!!" Elad cries out, turning his head toward him.

Hara looks to Bennu and her heart drops... But her body keeps moving, continuing to rock her hips! Why is she doing this?! Why can't she stop?! Elad tries to push her off as he stammers. Hara groans and rocks her hips a little harder, grabbing his shoulders and trying to continue. Bennu finally regains control of his body and storms up to them. He grabs Hara by the armpits, yanks her off Elad's lap like she were nothing and throws her onto his bed several feet away.

“Eee!"

She squeals as she sails through the air, landing with a hard thud on the rather firm mattress. Before she can roll over and look back, Bennu has already grabbed Elad by the shoulders and heaved him out of the chair, throwing him to the floor. Elad struggles to push himself up before Bennu grabs his hair, twists the long locks around a hand and beats his brother mercilessly! Punch after punch bloodies his face and splits his lip, crimson cascading over his brown flesh. Hara kneels atop the bed, her hands covering her gaping maw as she witnesses the assault. Soon, Elad spits out a tooth and Bennu clutches his throat.

“HOW COULD YOU!!!" He snarls.

She's never seen such rage before, never witnessed this kind of hostility. It frightens her and fills her with shame, because it's her fault. Elad never tried to mate with her, and his feeble attempts to stop her were simply suppressed by his masculine urges being awoken by her persistence. After all, how many men can turn down a slender, busty female who begs for their manhood? Even Bennu isn't that strong.

“W-wait, Bennu! I can explain!" Elad chokes out, struggling to breathe as Bennu slowly murders him.

“Explain?! How could you do this to me?! You're my brother! I trusted you more than anyone else!"

Bennu fumes with anger, but upon seeing the bloody pulp of his brother's face, ruined by his powerful fists, he manages to regain control. Pulling him up from the ground, he shoves Elad through the door and down the hall. His brother stumbles and falls right beside his trousers, only to grab them in time to be kicked in the testicles by Bennu's boot. He was not holding back. The excruciating pain causes Elad to vomit on the spot.

“Please..." Elad chokes out, slime and blood oozing from his cracked lips and pooling on the floor. “It's not my fault!"

“Not your fault? Your penis was inside of her! How dare you!!!"

“I'm sorry! Sh-she was so insistent! I couldn't resist!"

“What?!" Bennu gasps.

“Please, Bennu! She all but forced me to take her! I tried to stop her!" Elad pleads, finally pulling up his pants and wiping his lips. “I tried not to, but she wanted it so badly! How was I to resist her?!"

“Don't talk that way about Hara! Don't talk that way about my wife!" Bennu roars, shoving Elad outside.

“Wife?!" Elad coughs as he picks himself up from the floor. “She's a Korutan, a beast woman! She's a slave, and from where I stand, she doesn't even appear to be that! In fact, you seem to be her pet! Look at you! You, the big, strong Bennu, who can carry trees with his bare hands and yet you're wrapped around her finger!"

“... Go away." Bennu grumbles as he averts his eyes.

“I'm sorry that you never had the courage to find and experience love, but what she gives you is not that. You're making a mistake..."

“Get away from my house..."

“Please, Bennu. Please, listen! I'm sorry! I didn't want this to happen! I'm truly sorry, but I'm not trying to hurt you!"

“Go away! Never show your face to me again!" He roars.

Bennu stomps toward Elad, who stumbles outside. Rather than chase him down and continue his assault, Bennu slams the door shut with such force that several of the wooden beams crack and a stone near the upper hinge chips. Dust rises around the door like a dry fog, and after seeing how the neighbors emerge to gawk, Elad spits out more blood before turning and walking away. Bennu stands at the front door, resting his hands against it and bracing himself as he leans forward and bows his head.

By now, Hara has found the courage to check on her mate, having listened to the commotion. Though she cannot understand the human's speech it was obvious why they were fighting. Her guilt is almost overwhelming. Bennu is such a good master, such a kind and loving man, and yet she still hurt him. How could she continue with Elad when Bennu was watching? What made her rock and gyrate her hips whilst staring at the best man she has ever known?! How broken must she be to do such strange and vile thing?!

Despite her shame, she makes her way from the bed where Bennu had thrown her, her cloven hooves softly thumping on the stone floor as she creeps down the hall and toward the main room. She rests a hand on the corner of the wall and peeks around it, gazing upon an unsettling sight. Bennu leans against the front door, a thin cloud of dust settling near his feet. He appears to stare at the floor, motionless and without making a single sound. She cannot even hear his breathing with her superior ears.

Bennu's unblinking eyes stare at his feet as his mind races. Why would Hara betray him? Has she done this before? He recalls Morden and his unusual behavior, as well as Hara's relaxed nature. The moment he found her in the tub, she'd acted very similarly to when he would pleasure her. Was she washing Morden's seed from her loins?! Could it be that everyone was right about her? Could his family, best friend and even Drazina see something that he couldn't? The fear and uncertainty swell in his chest, fighting with the anger and the pain of betrayal, becoming a kaleidoscope of the worst kinds of emotions.

Hara stares at Bennu, who is like a statue guarding his front door. She opens her mouth to speak but cannot think of anything to say. She's unable to even utter his name. She steps closer and tries to gather her courage, her fear and anxiety already beginning to transform in the depths of her womanhood. Despite her growing urge for satisfaction, she remains cognizant of the situation. With a nervous gulp, she once again opens her mouth to speak but Bennu suddenly turns his head. Did he hear her gulp?!

His eyes turn to her, fiery and filled with rage. Before she knows what's happening, he races toward her, grabbing her by her upper arms and slamming her back against the nearest wall!

“Eee!" She squeals, nearly thrown off-balance by the strength of the hulking human.

“Why [did] you hurt me?!" Bennu roars with tears in his eyes. “Why [did] you mate with my brother?!"

“I-I..." She chokes out, struggling to speak.

Her bottom lip quivers as her fear and shame grow exponentially. For the first time that she can recall, her pain is greater than her desire to mate. Her vision blurs as the tears wash over her amber spheres.

“How [did] I offend you?! Why [did] you betray me?! SPEAK!!!"

“I [do] not know!" A frightened Hara finally proclaims.

Crumbling before the mighty human, he releases her arms and watches her sliding down the stone wall with only her wool to protect her back. Her behind plops onto the floor as she hangs her head and begins to weep, her hands covering her eyes. Still overcome with anger, he finds it difficult to trust her. He stands and waits, watching to see if she peeks between her fingers to see if he's softened. She doesn't. He stares at the tip of her muzzle and is taken aback when he sees the saltine fluid of her tears seeping around her fingers and palms and dripping onto the floor with a soft pattering sound.

“I feel pain and sadness and anxiety. It become[s] something different. It become[s] desire. I use pleasure to deflect my pain, but I [did] not wish to hurt you! I... I love you! I [am] sorry!!!" She explains as she weeps.

Hara collapses onto the floor, sliding against the wall as she falls over. Lying on her side, she pulls in her legs and curls into the fetal position, hugging her knees which press firmly into her breasts. The stone floor darkens with the moisture of her tears, which cascade over the bridge of her snout as she sobs like a toddler who's just injured themself. He takes a knee and she turns her head away, too ashamed to look upon her kindly master. There's nothing artificial about her reaction. Those tears are real, and it would appear that her shame and pain are, too.

A part of him fears further humiliation and warns against trusting her. However, the anger and the pain he feels begins to transform. Seeing her suffering has a profound effect, and his agony over her transgression morphs into pity. Moving closer, he slowly and carefully scoops her into his arms. She feebly fights back as he sits on the floor and pulls her into his lap. She feels unworthy to be in the presence of such a good man. She was right where she belonged, crying alone in the dirt. He cradles her, pulling her close and petting her head as he tries to calm her down. Unwilling to look upon him and feel even more shame, she rolls over and buries her face in his abdomen.

“Shh... [Do] no[t] cry, Hara... I forgive you." He speaks softly.

“Wha-? Why?!" She turns her eyes up to him.

“You made [a] mistake. You [did] not intend me harm. You need help. You [are] broken, but I [will] help you. I [will] fix you, and I believe I know how."

“How?" She asks with a sniffle.

“We [will] move [in]to [the] countryside. You [will] not hurt me if there [is] none around, and I [will] spend my time care[ing] for you. I [will] build you up and give you strength and peace. In time, you [will] not [be] broken."

“W-why..." She briefly chokes on her words. “Why are you so good to me?!"

“Because you are my wife and I love you."

Hara is without words. She's never been called a wife before, not even by her first master! Her first master made her a woman before her time, and he continued to enjoy her pleasures for many years. She did as she was told, as she was taught, and still he only ever called her his “playmate." She was not even a secondary wife, sharing in rights but beneath his human ko'leva, or “queen," the head-wife. No, Hara was only ever a “playmate." Meanwhile, Irvik put her to work pleasuring strangers on the day she entered The Nightly Companion. He only cared about how much coin she could earn him, proven by how gleefully he sold her to Bennu.

Bennu, however, is different. He's nothing like either of those men. Kindhearted, gentle and compassionate. She's so grateful and delighted to have him in her life, and yet she cannot shake the feeling of shame and unworthiness. Does she deserve a man so good? Can she ever be fixed? Is Bennu truly that man, or will she only ever wound and scar the greatest person she's ever known? These thoughts fill her with dread, but ever since her first master claimed her body, all she's wanted was to be claimed, to become someone's life-mate. She wanted it to be him, but he threw her away, and after all he'd done it left her broken.

Perhaps not all is lost? Perhaps, if she tries hard enough, Bennu's care and affection can heal her?! There is only one true choice for her to make, and she makes it in the blink of an eye. Cracking a little smile, she embraces his large, muscular body and nuzzles him. She will do her very best to please her master and earn his love, even though it might be very difficult. She must never betray him, and must do all she can to earn the right to be called “wife." A warmth surrounds her heart as she looks upon the man, a warmth she hasn't felt in so long that she isn't quite sure exactly what it is.

“And I love you... Husband." She coos, still nuzzling him.

She's done it! She's said the words! A warmth grows increasingly intense, swelling in her chest and accompanying her admission. As she feels it, she begins to recall feeling something similar. She hasn't felt anything like this since she lived with her first master. It's not nearly as potent with Bennu as it was for him, as she loved him deeply, but it's similar and it's growing. She gives him soft kisses on his belly and Bennu quickly pulls her up. They share a few passionate kisses, wiping each other's tears away. Pulling her closer, they cling to each other as if they were flowing down a rushing river and had caught a nearby log.

“We [will] move away soon. Until we leave, I [will] never leave you, again. Everything [will] become better." He promises, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You [are so] good to me. I [will] be good for you." She promises, nuzzling and then kissing his cheek.

The warmth in her heart slowly sinks into her stomach before coming to rest in her very core, warming her womanhood even more than the anxiety. Unable to help herself, she kisses his neck again and again, moving her way down. Bennu holds onto her, staring at the wall as his beloved tugs at his clothes, his smile slowly fading. She softly growls as she's overcome by her urges, throwing a leg over him as they sit on the floor. He remains still, allowing her to do what she must, and as she pulls his manhood from his trousers, stroking it with the skill of a woman who's entire life has been in the service of men, he can only hope and pray that she will find the strength to change, and that she will not hurt him again...