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Thread: Animal attraction

'Not your wife, not your wife...' Samson wasn't about to correct how he worked around the manor, especially with the fingers on his furs acting like the other mistresses did with the ma- She was patting him? 'That's... Degrading.' If you were found 'spoiled' the Master could have you thrown out. Warren tore off some more bread, acting casual though eager to try his hand at an upper class lady. Not as if you could blame the horse on tearing her hymen. The bear shot it down right away. I think they could tell the difference between a tear inside and you . Big difference. The small tidbit of dirty talk was enough to leave Warren content. He's right. Besides. A Sidelong glance to his partner. Need to save up for your birthday.
Thread: Animal attraction

Smirking as she stepped between the men as if sizing them up for the end of the week. Who says I wanted you? She asked as her tail moved up the side of Samson's thigh then flicked the tip of her tail at Warren. Besides my choice on who I want to take to my bed. If he gets to have fun why shouldn't I... Also how can you screw a man like him. I prefer men like you two. She shrugged her shoulders as she displayed she understood how some men worked while others confused her like Samson. She was the youngest in her four siblings and she was the only female among them. Where do you two work mainly? She looked at them as she knew it was getting late and this day had been rather long. though she was thinking of asking either one of themm to come around more often or hang close to their work areas to know the other servants. She knew who actually ran the estate and didn't dare piss them off.
Thread: Animal attraction

Samson looked away as Warren looked at him during the birthday comment, responding in a way to balance his loyalty to the job with the desire to cuckold the tomcat and to sleep in his bed while he was away. You could simply be enjoying our company. Or want to sleep next to us. It doesn't mean that you want us inside you- r. He cut off the Freudian slip before he started getting graphic. I deal with incoming supplies and some of the household ledgers. Warren stood up while Samson spoke, making sure to retie his belt as he towered over the Mistress. And help with showing the horses sometimes. Same with the faulty windmill, when you aren't too proud to come down from the Manse. I take care of the herds, dairy production, wool, breeding, most things involving animals outside the forest. Not including what happens when it's time to butcher. 'Some fine roast ham.'Samson gave a rather inappropriate licking of his chops while drooling a bit. These were the sorts of reasnos why he took his freetime away from the aristocrats.
Thread: Animal attraction

Nodding as she looked to the side seeing one horse was dead. She knew it was from competing to mate in the pasture. Sad that horse took a beating in the pastures just to mate. looking to the men she smiled softly to them. I'm heading to bed. It was nice to actually talk to you two... she said as she waved to them. With Samson looking away not taking advantage of her when she was standing so close to him. Warren seemed to eager to tend to her sexual desires. Walking away from the two as she slipped to the mansion but she managed to dodge all of he house servants and get to her room. She noticed her curtains were opened and facing out over the gardens and the mare's pen. With the lights on she slipped out of her dress and tossed it aside to be made into something else. Once she was naked she stretched her arms above her head as she bent backwards stretching her back which made her moan in relief.
Thread: Animal attraction

A brushlike tail swatted the area Samson was trying ignore, finally getting his attention after a few sounds from his friend were left without a response. You're ignoring me. The bear looked flustered and more than a bit tired. Sorry, it's been a long day and I feel like getting to sleep will take even longer. Maybe not tired enough? What where you saying? The bull unbuttoned his shirt, the horns leaving no chance for any other sort. I was saying, what do you think? Besides about what makes her tail so special, besides being thick. Though not as thick a- Again, he was cut off. I don't know. Still no idea why she married the Master and what either of them got out of it. I wouldn't want to get in the crossfires of some of the feline aristocracy. I mmmm! After a short powerplay Warren broke off the kiss, leaving Samson flustered enough to not stop the removal of his shirt. Sure you don't want to take your chance for cream with the maid? A deep chuckle came from the bull's throat. Nah, you said you weren't tired enough to sleep. And what are friends for? He proceeded to turn the oral contact into a challenge, and moved onto pushing each other's bodies around as well to gain dominance. After wrestling for a bit longer they lay on their backs panting, sleeping until daybreak
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When dawn broke Lillian was dressed in plain clothing and running through the woods nearby. This was her own way of getting to work off the stress thats been pent up. Her husband came home and never said a word then left this morning. She had nothing to gain from this arrangement. Their fathers were friends and her father needed money so when he couldn' pay the loan off she was promised in marriage. After her little run she found a creek that seemed so peaceful. The idea of a swim was to promising as she stripped downto her birthday suit and jumped into the water. Unable to contain her shock on how cold it was as she cried out into the calm air. Smiling as her faint tiger stripes were unnoticable when dry but when she got wet they were noticeable.
Thread: Animal attraction

Stop prodding me, I'm already awake. Samson pushed his back against Warren who- Hands off. Warren huffed as Samson removed his hoof from his morning wood. It's time to work, you compost pile, so get yourself cleaned an- Don't try and put it off on me Samson, you worked up the bigger sweat last night. Samson would have continued but it was light enough at that point to realize that they were sleeping on the dead horse that somehow had gotten in the area near the mares. Yah, probably should get washed up later. Around lunch if you're free and it's sunny? Warren agreed and they went on their seperate ways, towards and away from the manse.
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Once her swim she got dried off and dressed. Walking back to the manor she noticed the dead horse was still there. Walking inside she could smell breakfast cooking. Smiling as she grabbed her plate and moved sitting outside in the garden. One of the maids who was helping out smelled Samson or Warren who wasn't far off. Ok whoever that is...Go get a bath first! Lillian heard the shouting and began to laugh softly as she looked down. Silently she ate her eggs with her sipping the fresh orange juice. Looking out the walls she was lost in her own thoughts.
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Samson had managed to get some clothes, not as high quality as the last ones but big enough to fit in, then got to work seeing if the piping for the Master's bath was arriving in good order. He might just scrap it now or put it in one of the more up-to-date houses like for his mistresses. The bear munched on a cooked potato, partially hollowed out and filled with minced rabbit, mushrooms, grilled tomato, and a fried egg. Getting to the kitchen early had it's advantages. He measured a few of the pipes that had arrived for show, trying to imagine which balls they would need to go through. Warren made do with some of the leftover food from his cut-short picnic, setting them aside when he got to the cows, udders full and ready. Still apparently needed to find a way to get even more milk out of them. Well, still a chance to try and get in good with the Lady's servants when they finally arrived. Maybe they already did. He didn't tend to wander around the mainhouse.
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Lillian finished as she moved inside then slowly went to her room. Not thinking what to do as she went to her bed hearing the deliveries and such going on downstairs. Walking to the window as she opened her windows looking out over the lands. Who knew the rich were so miserible... she said as she sat down with her closing her eyes for a moment. Unable to sit still as she moved downstairs then back to the stables. There she ordered the golden stallion to be saddled up. My lady... one black dog whimepered. DO IT! She said as she was frusterated now with her feeling the need to do something. The stable hands moved getting the golden stallion saddled up and she was up in the the saddle handling the rough steed. The massive beast pranced out with her on his back. Brittany noticed Warren sticking around. Warren, do you think you could go help the girls bring in the milk from the barn? She said as she was behind him as she was the Lady's Servant.
Thread: Animal attraction

Warren was moving around the kitchen at this time, gathering up what buckets and empty canisters he could find. Got these cleaned? The goose with him shook it's head, the long neck a site to see. Busy yesterday, could hardly get out the door with everything coming in. I think some of the milk tin drums were crushed in. Warren moved aside the tables off to the side were cleared, allowing the kitchen to be the improptu tavern for the servants it usually was. Going to need to find some people to drink a lot more then or get a blacksmith to hammer things out. He heard something, but it was too high pitched for most things around here, even the rooster. Had a bit of a roar to it. He turned to see Brittany heading from wherever it came. If whatever it was that caused the sound didn't manage bother a maid it probably wasn't anything for him to get worked up over. We're going to have to wait for a bit. More cheeses. Well, might as well have fun. With someone besides his girls. I'll see if they have enough containers for a few trips. Now, y want to come and get some cream fresh from the tap? OOC Turning in for the night. Talk tomorrow, if you're free.
Thread: Animal attraction

OOC Night Brittany smirked at Warren and shook her head. Screw you? Done that once. she said as she walked to the window seeing their mistress riding the golden horse. Smiling as she looked to Warren. Hows Samson doing on not getting any action from a woman? She looked over at him and nodded too their Mistress who was riding around in leisure. I think she needs a good fuck from someone before you get ahold of her. She smirked as she walked away from him but she ran her hand over his balls and cock.
Thread: A Promise

Kivah Could still here the raging war around them. Bombs exploding, the earth trembling beneath them from the impact. Her heart raced through her chest. But still nothing would take her mind off the news of the death of her Fiance, her beloved. She looked up at the messenger her eyes, a deep Amber lost within a sea of tears. Her breathing erratic as she fought the urge to break down completely. Her Lynx Like feline ears were pinned back against her feline dome. Her eyes closing, sending a roll of tears along her soft furred cheeks. Thank you.For telling me She said in a soft hushed voice, her battle with her emotion losing. One could tell by the small tremor of her voice. She heard the messenger apologies as he took his leave from her. Though there was that silence. Pain stricken silence. Slowly she went to her feet, her leather pants tight against her slender legs. Her tail normally lively hung still, even as she turned. She wore a tight fitting top. Which accented her curves, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. A whole year she prayed. A whole year with no word from him. Nothing. In the silence she turned, the weight of it heavy upon her as she took to her bed. Flinging herself on the semi plush mattress, the barrier keeping her from breaking down coming undo as she spilt out the pain of the loss. She cried for what seemed like hours. Her eyes drained, and burned. She didn't want to feel anything again, nothing ever again. And with that last thought she drifted into a sleep. weary and emotionally drained. Days Passed and still nothing changed for her. War still brewed heavily as the canine forces pushed at the boundaries. She kept to herself, in the dark of the house as she turned away every visitor. Alone, thats what she truly was now. She thought as she gazed to the fire which burned within her hands. Cold, yet warm against the soft furs of her pawed hands.She Had been, and still was a well respected mage of the village. Still young, and rather petite yet every inch feminine. many underestimated her. And that was their down fall. Kivah cursed to herself. She should of been there with him. She could of helped him and he would still be alive. But no. They wouldn't allow it. Saying she wasn't ready. Even then she was strong, sure still new to the arts. But her gift was natural, she merely needed to learn to control the elements that danced within her herself. She would of still been able to save him. In her mind she was set on that.
Thread: A Promise

Iblis was not new to the martial arts. He carried an axe and swung at easily as a child would throw a stick. Born second in line he was a fiercce warrior, second only to his brother Durandel. The news arrived as he trained several recruits. He had opted to stay behind to help defend the small village promising his brother to watch over thier home. While both had lost thier parents young the two had carved out thier own home here. Not an easy feat for a pair of tiger refugees. Durandel had even found a prospective wife. A lynx mage. Iblis did not begrudge his brother, even though they both had become fond of her she had chosen and Iblis respected his brother far too much to let his jealousy ruin his brother's joy. Iblis stood tall and well muscled covered in an assortment of scale and platemail cobbled together to fit his large frame. It had been a year since he had heard from his brother and while he was busy training new recruits he had written often seeking his brother's advice on many occasions. However when the soldiers arrived carrying Durandel's sword Iblis was shocked. His brother had been a mountian, an immovable object of strenght and support. His mind flashed to Kivah and for a second an ocean of rage swelled within in him. War had taken his only remaining family. First his sister, then mother, and now his brother. He accepted the massive blade asking only a single question, Did he die well? The soldiers bowed thier heads in respect, He was killed holding off an advance from the other side. He saved a dozen men. Iblis held back all of his fury and sorrow, instead honing it deep into his mind, concentrating on how to best use it for later. He dismissed them and looked at the blade. It was a masterpiece crafted from iron and steel, forged by the best lynx smiths and blessed by Kivah herself. He realized it was a much as hers as it was his. He sheathed it and began the long walk to her home, his own heart a lodestone in his chest. Arriving midday he gently knocked on the door, trying his best to smother the malestorm of emotions. He needed to be strong, if not for himself but for Kivah as well.
Thread: A Promise

When he came she lifted her head to gaze over to the closed door. Staring at it. She didn't know whether she should answer. to call out to allow them in. She went to lower her head as she gazed at a 12 point buck trophy. She remembered when he had brought it home, her and her love, as well his his younger brother. The night was full of laughter, and cheer. They feasted and drank. There was another knock as she released a small sigh. So desperately wanting to be left to her grief. She stood to her small soft padded feet and went to the door. Pulling it open to find herself staring up at Iblis. He held the sword her father had made., and her lips had placed a kiss of blessing from herself. Nears swelled further more into her eyes which close as she fought with herself to keep strong. Come in She said softly Can I get you anything She was trying to be strong. And her walls were quickly crumbling down. She had turned away from him. As she allowed him in. Flash backs burned brightly within her memory of when she first met the brothers a few years back. orphans, with no place to go. She had to beg the chief to allow them safe haven, to allow them refuge. She was happy that he allowed them to stay. You've heard of course She said in a soft whisper turning to gaze up at Iblis with her Tear filled Amber eyes
Thread: A Promise

When she answered Iblis felt the same rush of emotions he felt since they day they had met. However seeing her like this, sad, broken, made a small portion of him wilt. He wanted to hold her, comfort her as much for his greif as well as her own but he held back. Whatever he felt she must have expieranced worse. Walking in he had to crouch a bit, the structure built for her petite body. Even among the two Iblis had always been built bigger. Durandel couldve passed for a big lynx but Iblis was the apex of his kind. Placing the sword by the door he smiled, I'm fine. He then scanned the room noticing the desheveled look and her own body shaking. He shrugged. Durandel had always been the one to comfort people, to reassure them. In fact it was one of the reasons he assumed Kivah had chosen him. He was the kind brother, Iblis was simply the brute. However he had respected Durandel greatly and spokein a gruff voice, I heard...I know this is a bit hollow coming from me, but he died a hero. I'm sorry it was him, not me. He said. In his own way Iblis meant it. If he had died no one would have cried for him. Besides he had left no one behind, certianly not a future bride. He suddenly felt the crushing weight of it all slam into him and he turned to leave. He was angry at Durandel for dying. If it had been him he wouldnt have had to feel this...this sick pain mixed with hope. He loathed himself and moved to the door. He would've wanted you to have it, he said as he glanced at the sword. In all honesty Iblis wanted to forget it all but the village needed a vangaurd and he was to train them. He almost didnt registar the explosion that ripped open a house across from hers.
Thread: A Promise

Kivah sometimes forgot how much large Iblis was compared to his brother, who was more built like a large lynx then the tiger he was Then again some would of question her for her markings. Some though she was a cross breed. Between tiger and lynx. But she was pure lynx. maybe a smidgen smaller. Her eyes shifted to the sword he placed next to the door before wrapping her arms around herself. All she really wanted at the moment was to be held, to be whispered sweet nothings. To be told things will be alright and that they would win this war. But no this wasn't the case. She knew Iblis wasn't much the one to express himself, or much to console one. Had that been why she choose his brother over him? No not entirely. It was due to the vast size difference. If she were to bare young, she doubted she would be able to take the parts within herself to begin with. But there was that emotional part. something all women craved. Strong yet soft hearted. She knew his brother well enough to know he would give anything to protect those who couldn't. Was she angry he died. No. Sad yes but no she was not angry. He went down a hero, in honor, as a great warrior and she was proud in that at least. 'No Iblis Keep it, She went to the sword lifting it. It was heavy. He could tell she had troubles lifting it. She was a caster, handling duel daggers over large bulky things like staves, or large swords or axes. She walked to him with sword in hand kissing the blade and hilt before offering it up to him. It is what was done in her tribe. to show respect and blessings. Her muscle toned yet petite arms trembled slightly as she held it up to him. As the after shock of a bomb shook through the village. Making her drop the sword and stumble against him. Her amber eyes grew wide as death and fire burned at her nose. She shook her head in disbelief as she stepped back looking around as she opened the door to her home. Her heart was racing as she looked at the destroyed home so close to her own. Screaming and crying rang through the village as people scattered. Another missile launched and came to contact against another home. Trembling her house. Her hands gripped the door frame. No this can't be happening..How did they find us. We must go Iblis She cried in protest as she ran inside taking up her duel daggers before racing out the door. Her hands began to glow. One red another blue. It wrapped around her weapons, twisting and pulsing as she sent her power to her daggers. Only problem. She never really been in true combat, other then practice, and on hunts. And this was the first time she allowed Iblis to see her like this. Wind rushed up through her body, ruffling her short blond and black hair. Her tail alive as it flared behind her.
Thread: A Promise

For a second everything slowed down. Her body against his made his heart leap, for a split second he wrapped his arms around her shielding her from the balst and lingering for a second tenderly. He then let go grasping the sword easily. He then felt a chill run down him. Unlike Durandel his rage was searing frost, cold to the bone focused and honed by years of concentration. Durabdel was a fire, passionate and wild but Iblis was calculating and precise. Without a second thought he grasped both waraxe and sword and thrust into battle. The Canim were unprepared for someone his size, used to combating the agile lynxes, the tiger was an unstoppable force. Whirling like a dervish he cut into flesh and bone alike,ribbons of blood danced around him as he fought, killing any that stood before him. Off to the side he could see Kivah begging to cast but ignored it. His mind was gone, replaced by instict and muscle memory. He fought for aeons, at least thats what it felt like. He stopped only when he heard her voice calling him. Snapping back he looked to see his body butchered and arrows and bullet wounds littering his body. He almost collapsed but sheer will made his body move to hers. He staggered to her and gave a savage grin. Damn...always forget to feel the pain. He then rembered things in a haze, moving through a forest, a river red with his blood, then a cave and suddenly drakness as he passed into sleep his body finally collapsing from exhaustion and damage.