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Thread: Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

Rook's eyes lazily fluttered closed as Tara moved in to kiss him. Like last time, with their lips locked together, he eased both of their mouths open and used his long tongue to brush, tease, and invite hers into him, letting her take the lead again. Such a simple pleasure, yet so very fulfilling...Soon enough however, it was over, and Tara broke the kiss and sat up. Rook released his arms that encircled her as she pulled up. She then turned her back to him showing the laces of her corset, and asked if he could...well, she didn't quite finish that. After a moment when it was obvious she would not, Rook understood that she meant for him to unlace her corset. Shifting slightly closer to her so he could reach comfortably, he did so, his thick, strong hands showing unusually skilled dexterity as he tugged the lace strings one by one and untied them. After he had finished that, she spoke up again, asking him if he would join her in the bath, and if it was 'weird'. Rook, on the other hand, was excited. When the mistresses who trained him didn't leave him to wash by himself, there were only two reasons they would have him wash with them aside from him giving them a combination of wash and massage himsef so that the mistress could wash him herself, to personally 'handle' his body and especially his 'package' in a different location than the bedroom for an erotic change of scenery, or he would wash himself in front of her, rubbing and showing off every part of his body to them, to please them by displaying his physique they spent so much effort to sculpt. Yes, Mistress Tara, of course I will bathe with you. He responded, his smooth voice showing a hint of a...sultry tone, there. And nothing Mistress Tara could ever ask me to do would be 'weird'...how could anything Mistress Tara asks me to do be 'weird' if anything I am told to do is the right thing? Mistress is always right, slave must do as Mistress says, always. He said to her, inadvertently giving her a hint of just how deep his throught processes went when he wasn't aware that she wasn't aware... But even so, He continued, I was asked to bathe with the Mistresses who trained me frequently, yes. Whether they washed me or I washed myself, it was a part of the service I was trained to perform. Tara may or may not realize she has no idea what Rook means by 'service' in that context, and she may or may not choose to mentally dismiss it as an odd choice of words, or try to investigate...
Thread: Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

Service.. As in washing his mistress? Other thoughts trickled into head, feeling her cheeks flush lightly. She really didn't know why she asked such an embarrassing thing, as he explained himself it only made the princess feel a bit silly. She was his Mistress, feeling like she should be more dominate, more commanding. Tara was pretty surprised by how fast he undid her corset. She shifted off the bed, pulling the corset off her head. Leaving her beautiful, curvy body only in that light blue dress. Running a hand through her hair, Well.. Um.. She started, shifting closer Tara reached out to him, expecting her pet to take her hand. I'll try my best.. To be a better Mistress.. This alone was quite a bit jump. Assuming he took her hand, she lead him to the bathroom connected to her room, it was vast and had a large ceiling just like her bedroom, a rack full of towels, a large bathtub more than able to fit them both comfortably. Details and designs along the tiles on the floor leading to the walls and tall ceiling, a beautiful vanity in here as well, with a comfy chair, tons of lotions, perfumes and such. She walked into the middle of the washroom, turning to her pet. Slowly, she began to pull the dress from her form, long pale thighs, round hips.. Such alabaster skin, her taut, flat stomach leading into plump, round breasts. Held by only her dress.. Leaving his mistress in only a pair of white, tight panties. That clung to her round, soft backside and hidden plump mound.. Hands covered her bare breasts, staring over to him shyly. Slowly unwrapping her hands, letting her round breasts fall free with those naughty pink nipples jutting out.. Hands slipped down to tug that small scrap of cloth from her hips, she didn't raise her head as she pulled down her panties, revealing such a soft plump mound hiding the pink folds between her legs, a small tuft of black hair just above her pretty little labia. Slowly she stood up and gave him a shy, unsure look. Turning to walk towards the tub, letting hip see her swaying hips and soft backside shift.. Tara drew the bathe. The long pipe stuck in the ground began to shake and quiver before blasting out with water. Starting to fill the bath. She walked back over to him, his young mistress completely naked before him, taking his hands to lead him towards the tub, looking up into his eyes. I..I've never had so much company.. She admitted with a flushed face, her lovely round breasts bouncing with each soft breath.. Turning to climb into the tub, tugging on his arm gently.. I..I'll always wash you.. and take care of you.. She promised shyly.
Thread: Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

Rook removed his arms from around Tara and watched as she sat up and slipped her corset off. He admired her blue-dressed body now that it was free of the corset, appreciating how it made a pleasing decoration on her. She got up and reached her hand out to him, which he gladly took with his large, furred fingers. His mind went to the collar and leash under the bed...after, after the bath, it would be time for her to truly claim him. He followed her into her bathing room, noting where everything was. His Mistress released his hand and moved to the center of the room and, slowly, disrobed her dress. He smiled as she did so, tail wagging, although, at the end, she held her arms in front of her breasts, as if she were... Rook was slightly confused. No mistress he had ever been with had ever had any shame about their bodies, even the less-harsh ones. After a moment, Rook finally understood she must never have actually been with someone...for Rook, it was quite a shocking revelation. Rook had only ever been with mistresses who knew what they wanted from him...but now he understood Tara's actions and behaviors. Rook fought back and forth in his head for a moment, and settled on a conclusion while he could not take the lead unless directly told to do so, or 'teach' his mistress anything...he could entice her with the pleasures he was trained to give her, show her what he could do so she would want it. She then removed her panties, and finally, her entire body was presented to Rook in all its glory. He imagined being tied down securely, with with that smaller body of hers taking him as she desired...but, baby steps. She turned on the bathwater, and tugged his hand to bring him over to the tub. He followed immediately. As she started getting in, just before he did, he kneeled down next to the tub and looked at her with submissive, pleading eyes. Mistress Tara... He said softly. If it would make you happy...may I please wash you first, and massage you? I have been well-trained, I can wash you thoroughly, and my massage will make your muscles in your entire body feel better than they ever have been before...please, Mistress? I want to make you happy... He properly begged of her, as a Pet must always do when asking something of their Mistress.
Thread: Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

She'd never stripped in front of anyone before, or slept and snuggled with another.. It'd been rarely even a day and she'd already done so much with her new pet.. As the shaking pipe pumped the bathtub full she looked at her large, furry pet. His large hands, pleading eyes and soft fur.. Begging to wash her, to pleasure and make her feel good and relaxed. Tara was always tense, even now her shoulders hiked up nervously, cheeks lightly flushed, playing nervously with the long black hair cascaded over her shoulder. Wet at the ends from the climbing warm water, she shifted to the other side of the bath, turning off the faucet, her round hips and soft backside slick with water.. sliding down her pale skin so teasingly.. She picked up a bottle of pink body wash in a beautiful glass vile, water splashing slightly as she slipped back over to where he was kneeling beside the bathtub. remembering to be more commanding.. More like a Mistress at least somewhat.. You may, my shoulders are usually pretty tense.. She said in a soft, shy voice despite her efforts.. Unsure how this would really turn out.. Se handed him the vile of soap to slick up her soft skin, she could imagine his big, strong hands would feel good massaging against her skin.. She shifted to the edge of the tub more, making it easier for him to reach her. Blue eyes slipping down his frame, to his hands, face.. Rook.. She whispered to him, Just be gentle.. Her voice almost seemed sensual.. Like she was asking him to take her softly.. Turning away slightly, displaying her shoulders, giving a shy look towards him before looking away, given him permission to touch her.. Heart beating fast..
Thread: Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

Rook observed Tara with intent, eager eyes as she shifted about the bathtub with a clearly tensed-up muscles. His gaze was purely focused on her beautiful, naked body as she shut off the bathwater, and retrieved a vial of liquid body soap. She handed the vial to him, and said the words he wanted to hear, the permission to touch her. He watched her as she looked up and down his own naked, furry body before she settled into the tub facing away from him, her only demand that he be gentle. In spite of his size and prodigious strength, gentle he could do. Oh yes. As you desire, Mistress Tara... He settled in on the outside of the tub himself, behind Tara's back. He dipped his hands in the tub on either side of her, wetting them, and then put some of the soap from the vial into his hands, which he rubbed a little to puff it up. A few moments later, Tara felt both of his soft, lusciously furry, and now wet and soaped hands rest on her shoulders, their size making them capable of gripping around her entire shoulder. She felt his hands, in sycnhronous motions, slide over her shoulders, across the tops of her arms, and back again. His hands flowed over her smooth skin as if they were gliding. He repeated this motion a few times, transferring the soap from his hands to her skin. It felt like being rubbed by a sponge made of soft hair. After he shoulders and arms were well soaped, he dipped his hands in the water again, and repeated the motions in the same area again, rinising her skin. Then...he actually gripped her shoulders--carefully and gently, of course--and began to press and squeeze lightly. He pressed his thumbs into the backs of her shoulders, rubbing in circular motions as he kneaded the rest of her shoulder with his entire hand. He felt exactly where the tension in her muscles were, and pressed on those spots, working on them with obvious expertise, working it out of her system. And so, he continued in this manner. He soaped, rinsed, and massaged all of the rest of her arms, one after the other, lifting them up for her so she could relax and hang them limply. After that, he pressed forward on her a little, silently indicating for her to lean forward slightly, and he worked over her upper back, and next, her sides under her arms. And then...she could tell it was coming. He freshly soaped his hands, and starting from her sides under her arms, moved his hands forward, and slid them smoothly over her plump breasts. He was much closer now, his chest almost pressing up against her back. As with everywhere else, he rubbed over her breasts several times with his soaped hands though slower and more leisurely than before, then rinsed them, and then...he began the massage, cupping and squeezing her bosom, pressing and rubbing in strategic places. He leaned his head in to whisper into her ear. Mistress Tara is feeling pleasure now...yes?
Thread: Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

Tara felt herself tense at first, feeling the water splash around her form, his soft, big furry hands against her bare skin. She bit at her bottom lip nervously, he was such a big, soft pet.. Yet his finger tips seems so delicate, a tender touch washing over her, able to consume her entire shoulders with his hands. It felt nice, relaxing.. His soapy, warm luscious hands felt like nothing she'd experienced before.. He was very gentle and careful with his massaging touch, pressing in against tensed muscles and spots that had never been worked on. She wasn't one to let others touch her much, usually bright red with a simple hug. Yet, somehow she was naked along with him, rubbing her back pleasantly. Her shoulders became limp, body giving into his efforts. Massaging her long, slender arms.. Sliding down them.. Her eyes were closed, a soft sigh left her lips.. She trusted him, he was very gentle and kind, obedient and patient with her.. Even if she wasn't the best Mistress, Tara found herself wanting to keep him. Although she was slightly nervous, even scared of being close to another Rook made her relax, back in her bed.. He kissed her softly and held her close.. Now he made her feel like she was floating on a cloud, completely limp and free of knots in her usually tensed, nervous shoulders. A light pressure against her back enticed Tara to lean forward for him, she curiously looked back to him, eyes closing once more as he massaged her upper back, against her pale skin.. Slip under her arms and before she could say a thing, his big, warm hands were rubbing over her bare chest. Making them slick and wet with soap, slick and tantalizingly lewd to look at.. She felt his finger tips run past her perk nipples, his palms grinding.. Slowly working over them to make the little sensitive buds erect. Water cascading against the pretty mounds as he lathered them up to rinse the soap from her chest. She let out a soft sound of surprise mixed with a hints of pleasure, his whisper brought shivers down her spine. Nibbling at her bottom lip nervously, hands gently over her lap, thighs pushing together awkwardly.. He was.. Exciting her.. That strong, broad chest pushing up against her back, his warmth and softness, wet skin sticking against his fur. Her heart was pounding hard, she was sure he could feel it while he massaged and teased her ample chest. Y..Yes. She replied quietly. Leaning against him, her face flushed a light pink as he continued, after a moment she turned to face him, staring over his face, leaning back lightly Tara kissed the tip of his muzzle. Gripping at his upper arm, I..I like when you touch me.. You always make me feel comfortable.. Tara admitted to her pet shyly, I wouldn't mind.. If.. She seemed flustered, If you touch me more..
Thread: Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

His fuzzy, long muzzle slipped against her slender neck, kissing tenderly against her neck. It held so much affection, she relaxed against him softly, tenderly leaning back against him.. He continued to massage her perfect, round breasts. Fingers coming to pinch, roll and tease her tender nipples, it made Tara's breath pick up, face flush.. It was a tickling sensation of pleasure she'd never felt before.. It made her heart thud harder, twisting, massaging.. A soft sigh left her lips, Rook.. closing her eyes, she never knew such a sensual sound could leave her lips.. Tara let her body slowly slip back down from the pleasure she felt, when he pulled away the princess almost felt a bit sad.. But his hands didn't stop, pushing her forward lightly as he rubbed down her sides, sliding over her skin. Tara sat up on her knees while he slipped down to her hips and thighs, she shivered at the sensation of him soaping and washing over her soft, supple thighs. Staring back to him shyly, even letting out a bit of a squeak as he spread her legs.. Her inner thighs were so sensitive, coming so close to the most tenderest, untouched spot between her long legs. It brought every inch of her skin he touched to tingle, never being caressed in such a way.. It brought jolts of delight when he slipped his furry fingers over her. A brighter blush filled her cheeks at the sensation of him rubbing over her perk backside, his big fingers slipping over the supple, full flesh. He followed by washing her legs, feet, even toes. Her pet was certainly into detail when it came to washing, he also had a way with touch, with massaging and his soft nuzzles and gentle caresses.. Once more she felt the warmth of his fur against her wet back, arms wrapping around her.. One having more attention than the other.. The one slipping down between her legs.. Ah.. She was most certainly wet with more than water, the pink slit and folds he drew his fingers over were rather hot.. and slick.. She'd never had anyone touch her like this, he'd explored every inch of her.. He'd touched more than she most likely had herself.. Tara stared down to his big furry hand between her legs, gently stroking.. Then up to his face.. Rook.. She squirmed lightly, her hips shifted forward to his touch rather than pulling away.. If you do that.. I..I'll A soft sound of delight slipped from her lips, body felt like it was on fire.. Her own little moan brought clear embarrassment to her face.. S-Shouldn't I.. Wash you now? She asked, looking up to him with big, innocent eyes.. Lips spread with hot, hitched little breaths.
Thread: Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

Rook kissed Tara's neck as she pushed her hips into his hand, and tried to say what would happen if he continued, but she couldn't finish. He knew what she was getting at, though. I know. He whispered into her ear. He continued the stroking with his finger, a tiny bit faster, a tiny bit harder, as she then suggested something else. Suggested...but did not command. Rook does not know what should or should not be, only what Mistress Tara commands of him...but, would Mistress Tara command her pet to leave his job unfinished? With the thumb of his right hand that was between Tara's legs while still stroking with his forefinger, Rook then began rubbing her clitoris directly, applying stimulation to that most sensitive little bud. Continuing in this manner, he also added in his middle finger, using both forefinger and middle finger to caress her folds. After more of this, he put the tip of his forefiger against her slit and pushed, sliding his thick finger right into her vagina, though he unsurprisingly quickly met her hymen. With part of his finger inside her, he gently tickled and soothed in and around that barrier, being careful not to apply pressure directly to it, all the while as he continued rubbing and bumping her clit with his thumb. With his left arm encircling her chest, he could feel her breathing deepen, her heartbeat hammer faster and faster. He tightened his grip in a comforting manner, pulling her against him, his arm and body forming a solid, stable anchor for her to hang onto. He nuzzled, kissed, and licked her neck caringly as whispered things to her. Knowing now that she had no experience with the pleasures he was trained to give, he knew he had to properly make her feel what he could do, to prove to her that she wanted what he could give her by just giving her a taste now. While it was made clear to him, over and over, that he must never disobey or put himself above his mistress, he was trained to be able to adapt to a variety of mistresses, to be ready for anything they could demand of him, to provide them the maximum pleasure he was capable of, tailored for them. While he had admittedly never been trained with a virgin, he adapted just the same to ensure she reached the hights of her pleasure. It's okay, Mistress Tara, it feels good to cum, allow yourself to reach there, don't be afraid of it...you own this pleasure, let it wash over you, surround yourself with it, you're almost there, you're so close...
Thread: Rarest of Pets (Quirky & PsionicCuttlefish)

Tara didn't exactly count on having a pet to be like this, she'd just met him and he was stroking between her legs. His delicate, steamy whispers, soft fur, a big, comforting arm around her.. His affectionate kisses, simple words of his understanding, making the princesses shoulders tense, it felt so good.. His fingers making her so slick and he'd only just begun. Slow rubbing against the tender nub of her clitoris, it brought her slender frame to tense, a soft sigh leaving her lips. She tried to draw back her moans, they sounded so naughty.. Breath hard as he continued, sliding up and down her slick folds, feeling so eager, so enchanted by the pleasure the girl before him didn't even reply. The soft roll of her body, hips shifting out as he continued, her gently moans and sighs of pleasure, Ooh.. She whimpered at her new pet began to push and slide some of his thick, manly finger inside her virgin slit. Clinging at him, it felt so good to have something inside her.. Even just the littlest bit as he continued to flick and rub at her clit. Building a shattering, shivering pleasure within the inexperienced girl. Tara began to pant, soft moans rolling off her tongue once more gripping at his forearm in hopes of stabilizing herself somewhat. The pleasure hit her in waves, rippling over and shaking her body, enticing her round soft hips to rock against him, her breath and heartbeat was getting faster, body heating up from the pleasure, she leaned closer to him, wrapping arms around his neck tightly, leaning in against him, her own skin tingling with his past kisses, mind fogging, hips unable to stop thrusting as she tensed. That tight untouched hole convulsing, twitching as her legs tensed, jerked and humped up erratically, lost in the throes of pleasure. Aah.. Mmn.. R-Rook! T-That feels so.. Good! Breathless, she shifted closer to him, her thighs pushing together against his hand, squeezing gently.. Not used to such pleasure coming over her, those tender pink folds throbbing with desire.. Her teased clit pulsing, soaking hole wanting more of him inside her.. All these feelings swelled up, it made Tara whimper and moan in the aftermath of it all. Legs shaking.. She never knew that could feel so good, Tara stayed close, neck nuzzled in his, hot breath running over him.. after a while, she pulled back, arms still around him, looking into his eyes, face flushed.. Lips spread in gentle pants. With a shy smile she reached up to pet behind his ear, scratching affectionately. Good boy. She complimented, trying to show how much she liked it and still retain what he wanted her to as a mistress.. Tara's mind was opening to letting him touch her more, or touching him.. He'd convinced her without many words, his warm hugs, tender whispers and skilled fingers were enough to show her he only wanted to please, delight and pleasure his new mistress..