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Thread: Fruits Harem (malin&Malicious Lullaby)

Kyo gave a sort of half shrug. She wouldn't really be all that imposing, although there probably would be problems with her being around. At the same time he couldn't just allow her to live out in the woods, and kicking her onto the streets wasn't really an option either. So Kyo had no other option for now it seemed like he had to take her in. At least until this grand father had fixed up his place. Then he could be rid of her and the extra noise it would probably make. There would be problems down the line he didn't have a doubt about that, but at the same time turning her away and putting her outside were just out of the scope of Kyo's cold shoulder. He could be mean sure, but he wasn't cruel. No paying for someone would just be troublesome they would get in our way, and besides it's not like we don't have the room for you. it's really just me and the old man, and our house is big enough for a lot more then that. He said lightly waving his hand at the issue. Besides it will rain tonight and what if something bad were to happen to your tent while you slept. No I'm putting down my foot on this one your moving in with us, and it's not imposing on anything you will work for your room and board. Kyo lightly put one fist into the other to simulate the falling of a gavel and just like that the girls fate was as good as sealed. Me and Shigure will help you move your stuff from your camp site. I already know he won't have a problem with it. Kyo said rolling his eyes lightly Shigure would be more then happy to have a highschool girl living around them. Of course they would have too hide her at least at first, and hope that the other members of the family didn't become a problem.
Thread: Fruits Harem (malin&Malicious Lullaby)

He seemed rather adamant and with that, how could she argue with him? Well, naturally Tohru could think of ways to try and dissuade from him this decision, thinking of all the ways she could be a possible and definite damper on his life and Shigures but something told her that maybe she should stay mum, be thankful and graciously accept the hand shed been dealt. She was being given help, being offered. She wasnt asking. It was just happening. And it wasnt free. She would be working for it, working for room and board and considering the condition that house was in right now, yeah, they could use all the help they needed. Especially if it meant she got to have an actual bed and not a tent. Again, not that she was complaining. No, she was simply thankful, incredibly so. Even as he set it all in stone, she bowed to him a few times, constantly murmuring thanks. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. She bowed to him and looked at him, smiling softly. Ill never be able to fully thank you both for this and I promise not to get in your way at all and Ill even make your home the cleanest home in all the homes in this world. She looked like she was about to jump in the air, thrust her arm up in the air, punching it with a fist and shout, Ill will not fail you! But instead, she smiled at him, a soft and sweet smile, so full of smiles since this day was kind of turning out better than she thought, a real blessing. I promise you.
Thread: Fruits Harem (malin&Malicious Lullaby)

Kyo blinked for a moment feeling almost dumbfounded at how much energy this girl had in her. He didn't want to admit it, but seeing her in such a good mood, made him kind of happy. Though he was quick to deny it. rather he just waved it all off like it was nothing and continued to walk onto the school grounds. It's fine, don't worry about 'failing us', worry about being worked half to death by our house. He could already tell though that she was going to be up to the challenge of cleaning it, though he was surprised at how quickly she had turned around just a moment ago she seemed completely determined to not be a bother to anyone. Kyo scratched his head for a moment. This was bound to become more problematic, and would only spire downwards once she knew all the details about their family. Still with her positive energy at least the house would be more lively, and Kyo actually kind of liked that idea, not that he would ever really admit it. He smiled back to her, if only for a few seconds, and then quickly moved on. Come on, we don't want to be late for classes right now. Kyo didn't really like the idea of being in school, he would have much rather been out in the world doing other seemingly more important things, but as long as he was under Shigure's roof then he had to abide by Shigure's rules and that meant public highschool was a must.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah knelt in the opulent bedroom next to the bed. She was to be a gift this time. Traded and sold more times than she could count, the young slave had learned well all of the nuances and wishes of each of her Masters. However, being so treasured had earned her a reputation and when each Master wished to curry favour or had come upon hard times, she was the first to go. Only a premiere gift would do in any of those situations. However, Farrah had no choice in the matter. She would go wherever she was bade and if she protested, she was punished. The slave had learned early not to protest. Born to a poor family in a large city, as the youngest daughter, it was quickly decided that once she was old enough to work, she would be sent away. And so it was, since her family was unable to care for her, Farrah was sent to someone who could for a small sum of money to feed her family in a time of need. Since then, Farrah was trained and traded by the most wealthy nobility and merchants in the city. She had learned well and had quickly become a favourite in many of the houses. And that was what had brought her here, kneeling next to a bed in a marble floored room filled with the finest silks, rugs, and gold trim she had ever seen. Farrah had bronzed skin from her time in the sun. Her long black hair was tied in a loose braid that fell over her shoulder, resting along her chest. Her brown eyes were lowered to the ground as she waited, her hands clasped in her lap. She wore a simple uniform, a thin, brown linen dress that extended to the floor. The straps of the dress were tied at her shoulders while the neckline draped beautifully across her collarbone. Twiddling her thumbs slightly, Farrah heard sounds coming from outside the door. Raising her eyes slightly, she dared to peer at the heavy wooden barrier between her and her new Master.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Rather than an Master waiting outside the door however, it was a Mistress. Camellia was the young, attractive wife of the Satrap, a large and unattracive man who had no interest in her sexually but rather preferred to see Camellia as his own trophy. She was quite a prize for any man, as she stood out from the crowd due to her lighter skin and unusually bright blue eyes. Her long black hair was currently down, the back covering part of her beautiful exotic dress, which was blood red. Camellia did not mind her marriage to the Satrap. Her may have had little interest in her apart from looks, but he provided for her well-being and without him she wouldn't not have her wonderful dress. And due to him not bothering with what she did, she had free reign to do what she liked. Such as collect this slave. Camellia got... Lonely. On her own. And wished for company. She also wished for someone to do everything she wished. And so -likely to shut her up- her husband had arranged for her to get a slave girl. Camellia took a deep breath, excited to meet her new servant, and then she opened the heavy wooden door and walked in.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah was shocked when the heavy wooden door opened to reveal a woman, and not the man she had expected. Her astonishment was written all over her face for a moment as she forgot her place. Her chocolate born eyes were wide and her full lips were parted slightly as the woman walked into the bedchamber. Farrah realized what she was doing when her Mistress was about halfway across the floor. Immediately with the realization, Farrahs eyes returned to the floor, her head bowed low and she immediately leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the floor in respect. With her backside in the arm, her hands remained on either side of her head as she trembled lightly, realizing her mistake and knowing that punishment would be coming for daring to look her superior in the eye. Apologies, Mistress, she stammered, I did not mean to show any disrespect.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Camellia noticed her new slave had seemed to stare at her with her mouth hung open as she approached. Camellia could tell it was a look of moderate surprise, probably down to the fact Camellia was a woman. She considering punishing her new slave straight off the bat for this, but decided against it and took a more sympathetic view. After all, the slave had asked forgiveness, and she wanted her respect... You are forgiven, slave. She said cooly, moving over to her new servant who was still bowed. What is your name, slave? She asked curiously. Camellia had never owned a slave before, and did not know the custom for it. Did she refer to the girl as 'slave' or by name? She didn't know.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah rose at the Mistress comforting words of forgiveness. She rose from the floor back up to her knees, her hands resting on her thighs as she kept her head lowered, her eyes directed to the ground. Gratitude, Mistress, she thanked her for not punishing her misstep, My name if Farrah Mistress. Farrah remained kneeling with her head bowed as a strand of her hair fell down over her face. She felt the Mistress eyes on her as she stood mere steps away from her. Unsure of what to do herself, Farrah fell back into silence.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Camellia had only just noticed that her slave girl had referred to her as 'mistress' three times now. The way she had been called Mistress pleased Camellia. She had the power for once. And she could she why so many people enjoyed it and refused to give it up. It felt good. She had been thanked for her forgiveness. Camellia found this pleasing also. Like her slave appreciated her as a Mistress. Then she reminded herself the slave was probably just trained to do that. Regardless, she seemed to have been trained well, as she slowly got up from her bow and kneeled on the floor, still not looking upon her new Mistress. Farrah. She echoed. The name of her slave. Though she was still unsure on whether to use it or not. Wanting to get a better look at the slave's face and also give the slave a look at her Mistress, Camellia said rather loudly. You may look upon your Mistress, slave.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah stopped wringing her hands together at the strong words of her new Mistress ordering her eyes to gaze upon the figure of her new owner. Farrah nodded her head and slowly raised her eyes. The deep brown of her irises was surrounded by the bronze skin that matched the bronze on her arms and legs. She reached up as her eyes rose, to push stray strands of her hair away from her face. Her lips were painted a deep red and her eyes were lined with black kohl, giving her a more exotic look. Farrah continued to raise her head, until she was looking upon her Mistress' face. The dress that fell across her collarbone shifted lightly, giving her Mistress a view of the alluring cleavage of her new slave. Farrah kept her hands in her lap as she gazed upon her Mistress, and allowing her to look upon her new slave.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Camellia studied her slave intently. Her bronze skin was typical of the location she came from. And, being a slave, likely rarely got the benefit of the cool or some shade. While Camellia had been told such things as her lighter skin was a sign of 'wealth' or 'beauty' sometimes she thought it made her just too different from other women. Oddly so. The same went with her eyes. The slave had her lips painter and eyes lined with kohl. Sometimes Camellia used kohl. But normally it drew a lot of attention to her eyes... She didn't bother painting her lips, they were already rose red. And matched her dress. Do you like what you see? She asked Farrah, playing with the hem of her dress.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

It was true that Farrah was the typical Arabian girl from the desert. Her bronze skin and dark hair always gave away her culture. She was not nearly as exotic as her Mistress who had kept her skin pale to equate to wealth and beauty. Farrah had seen it many times that women who were wealthy always painted their skin lighter. It was a status symbol for them. Farrah was merely a background character, in and out of each scene as quickly as possible. However, Farrah kept all her thoughts to herself, instead focusing on her Mistress and her questions. Yes Mistress, she said, her eyes still staring into the woman's before her, You are very beautiful.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Camellia felt her heart flutter. The slave had called her beautiful. Camellia couldn't remember the last time someone had complimented her. And it certainly wasn't from that cold-hearted husband of hers. She wondered if the slave was obligated to compliment her Master or Mistress. But she felt so pleased she chose to ignore this fact. Maybe she would have someone who could look after her and care for her and do what she wanted? After realising she had not spoken for a while but simply paused, Camellia blushed and cleared her throat. Thank you, slave. You may stand.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah remained kneeling on the floor throughout the entire silence that had extended throughout the room. Her eyes still raised and staring at her Mistress' face, the slave noticed the look of flattery that extended across her face at the compliment offered to her by her new slave. Farrah however remained stoic, still throughout the contemplation. Yes Mistress, Farrah replied to the next order, quickly rising from her knees to stand before the woman. Her linen dress fell down over her knees and her feet to rest on top of her toes. Once she was standing, Farrah's eyes lowered back to the ground out of submission for the Mistress standing before her.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Come to me, slave. Camellia requested, wagging her finger to tempt her slave into coming over. She noticed the slave was still avoiding her gaze. She was fairly sure this was to show that her slave was inferior, but she felt slightly uncomfortable about it as it reminded her of how much her husband refused to look at her. It was one of those heat of the moment things. Maybe she just wanted to see what her new slave was like, maybe she had felt touched by the slave's compliemt. Maybe she just wanted to expert her power. But when her slave had came over to her, Camellia had wrapped her arms around her slave and pulled her into a warm embrace.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah nodded at her Mistress' command, walking slowly over to where she stood. Farrah moved one step in front of the other, her eyes firmly planted on the ground as she moved. The dress fell about her body, flowing in the slight breeze that blew in from the open windows. After a few steps, Farrah was standing in front of the shorter woman. Then something happened she had not expected. The woman wrapped her arms around the slave and pulled her into an embrace. Farrah was taken aback by the sudden show of kindness. She remained standing stock still, her back straight, her arms at her side and a look of confusion written all over her face. Unsure of how to react, she didn't, remaining silent and completely still, allowing the woman her embrace but not returning it.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

The embrace felt quite empty. The slave had not reacted to Camellia's actions, but she instead remained standing straight up, eyes down and arms at side without acknowledging or returning the hug. It felt cold, empty. Like hugging a body without a person actually being there. Craving more, Camellia responded by giving her slave a soft kiss on the left cheek. Followed by one which she maintained for much longer on the lips. The whole time keeping up the embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around the slave girl. She could have ordered her to do more, but Camellia did not want to do that. It would feel too fake, forced. She wanted her slave to react of her own accord.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah still didn't know how to react as her Mistress reached up and kissed her softly on the cheek. Then she moved across to her slave's lips, pulling Farrah into a more lengthy, passionate kiss. Farrah found the attention on her and the gentleness of her Mistress comforting after a moment. A few seconds into the kiss on the lips, Farrah's hands moved up to rest on her Mistress' forearms. Then, she began to return the kiss, pressing her own lips to her Mistress', her hands running along her forearms as she closed her eyes, feeling only the gentleness of another woman's lips and the comfort behind it.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Camellia felt hands resting on her arms, which were wrapped around the body of her slave. And then the hands were running along her forearms, the touch feeling soft and reassuring. And her slave was now kissing her back... Camellia felt elated, also taking it as a sign to continue. Her hands raised along the slave's body, moving from around her waist to the back and pulling them even tighter together. She kept her lips pressed against the slave's own, trying to add her tongue into the mix and forcing it into the slave's mouth.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Camellia's movements with her arms moving from Farrah's waist up around her back, forced the slave's arms up over her Mistress' collarbones. She rested them there as her Mistress pulled her tighter to her body, their chests pressing against each other as she felt the fingers digging into her back. Farrah then felt her tongue emerge from her mouth, pressing against her closed lips and forcing them open. Her Mistress' tongue then entered her mouth, circling her own tongue as she explored her slave's mouth. Intently, her Mistress' tongue forced her tongue over every inch of Farrah's mouth, continuing with the passion Farrah could tell she felt for her new slave. Farrah returned to kiss, her own tongue running along her Mistress' which was still forced into her mouth.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Camellia found the feel of her slave's tongue against her very pleasureable and, satisfied with their kiss, slowly pulled away, separating Camellia's tongue from her slave's mouth. Camellia giggled and gave her slave a light peck on the lips, but she dare not go any further. She had only just met her slave, she couldn't just make love to her like that could she? I hope you enjoyed that. She said teasingly as her arms unwrapped from her slave and Camellia took a step away. There'll be plenty more in due time, slave.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah waited until her Mistress pulled away from the kiss before she opened her eyes. She remained standing still, her arms still on her Mistress' chest as the other woman broke the intimacy. Then the other woman giggled before planting a surprise peck on her face. Farrah's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden movement after the slow passionate kiss they had just shared. Yes Mistress, Farrah replied quietly as the woman told her there would be more coming.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Unless my slave so wishes for there to be more now? She asked temptingly. she tried to say it quite sultry and seductive, to try and spark some passion, lust or even both into her slave. The question was open, the slave could answer or choose not to at all. Camellia started to play with the hem of her blood red dress, lifting it up slightly and revealing she was not wearing any undergarments.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah stood back as her Mistress offered her the option of having more intimacy right then. Farrah had never been with a woman before but it seemed her Mistress wanted her body. It was especially evident in her tone of voice, and then when she split the linen of her dress, revealing nothing but her naked body beneath it. Farrah decided that it was best to please her Mistress. I would like more now Mistress, she replied, a shiver running over her skin as she became nervous of relations with another woman.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Camellia didn't now how to seduce a woman. She had never really had a woman interested in her. She wondered for a moment if her slave really had interest in her andor women, or was just appeasing her, the Mistress. But her attempts to seduce and tempt her slave by flashing the slave appeared to work. She held the hem up now, exposing her sex. Aroused by how strange this felt. Come and get it, then. She breathed, batting her eyelids.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah nodded as she figured that perhaps her Mistress would like the same as her Masters had in the past. She took a few steps forward until she was mere inches from her Mistress. Once there, Farrah lowered herself to her knees, shuffling forward until she was face to face with her Mistress' exposed sex. Taking a deep breath, Farrah moved her head in towards the woman's slit. She ran her tongue over the length of her slit slowly, knowing how much her previous Masters had enjoyed the slow sensual movements. Keeping her hands at her sides, Farrah then began to circle around her Mistress' clit, coaxing it from it's protective hood.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

The slave had now kneeled down, facing Camellia's sex. She allowed herself to drop the hem and it covered her slave, who was busy licking at her. It had been so long since she had had sex with anyone, she was quite desperate to find a source of release. She was very quickly aroused by the delicate movements of her slave's tongue. Camellia felt herself become wet. She ran her hands over her breasts which were still covered by the dress and began to rub them in circular movements. She cupped her breasts, and squeezed them softly while her slave serviced her.
Thread: Arabian Nights (Rania Lark x MissK)

Farrah did her best to please her Mistress, using her knowledge of what her previous Master's had enjoyed. She licked and sucked at her slit moving up to her clit slowly. She flicked her tongue against her Mistress' clit before returning her attention to her wet womanhood. Farrah moved slowly, delicately as her Mistress dropped the hem of her dress over her slave, hiding her beneath the fabric. Farrah knew that she was nothing more than a slave and that her service was only to her Mistress. It didn't matter if she was hidden beneath fabric, she would do what she was told. So she kept licking, eventually moving to thrust her tongue up into her Mistress' womanhood, stroking the walls slowly.
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