We walked a little while.  
  
I was tired and kind of out of it, but it seemed maybe Kelluvin was walking a bit slower on the way back, so I could basically keep up.  
  
He stopped and tapped my arm, and he caught my gaze with a smile, then looked over to a pretty tabby catgirl a little taller than me rubbing her chest against the arm of a taller elf woman as she looked up at her.  
  
The other catgirl was a little unsteady on her feet too, so I thought he was making fun of me until I saw a flash of her wet pussy beneath her skirt. "C'mon Mistress... please...?"  
  
Her Mistress -- or rather, the elf -- petted her head a little with one hand while the other slid underneath her skirt for a moment, looking down at her with an affectionate smile.  
  
The catgirl moaned softly and reached towards the elf's skirt, but the elf caught her arm before she touched the bulge there. "Not yet," she said simply.  
  
Wait, a bulge? Was that some kind of magic, was that within normal gender expression here, or were all elven women like that?  
  
The catgirl pouted, but then giggled a little, and the two strode onwards.  
  
I looked up at Kelluvin and he groped my ass softly. "Cute, right?"  
  
"I guess...." I glanced at the women going along their way down a different road, wondering what it'd be like to be like that. If being with a woman instead of a man would make me happier.  
  
It'd be simpler if I could just enjoy my life.  
  
"Envious of the girl?" His voice was a little teasing, but I thought I heard a note of jealousy there. Maybe I was just projecting, but it seemed better to focus on the part that didn't include replacing him. "Not like, who she's with, just... she seems happy."  
  
"Mmm." Still that maybe-jealousy. Maybe I hadn't been convincing enough? Maybe acknowledging that who she was with could've been a factor was a mistake in itself.  
  
I looked up at Kelluvin, but he was already starting out again, so I didn't get a good view of his face.  
  
So I followed him.  
  
Maybe he wasn't quite as slow as before, or maybe I was more tired, because it was getting hard to keep up.  
  
I didn't feel like I could complain about it, though.  
  
I kept taking step after step after step, focusing on my breathing and my trembling legs as I kept up with him.  
  
But soon enough, I was falling behind again.  
  
I made a concerted effort to take more steps to catch up to him -- with our height difference I just needed to take more steps -- but it was hard to force my body forwards.  
  
Really, what choice did I have, though? Fall behind and become blinded and shocked?  
  
It would be pretty easy to start crying, but I steeled my resolve, and made on foot go after the other.  
  
Maybe his pace was a little slower than it had been on the way there, but I kept having to hurry, and then I stumbled, barely righting myself.  
  
He slowed down until I caught up, and put a hand against my back, which helped propel me along, but just made it harder to keep myself stable.  
  
Step after step after step, careful and watching my feet, and suddenly I tripped and the road was looming up into my face.  
  
I put my arms up barely in time, deflecting with my arms and falling to one side.  
  
He had stopped.  
  
I slowly got up to my feet, trying to keep my body and breathing steady so I didn't fall over, or worse, start crying.  
  
He let out a sigh, but turned back to me, half-knelt by my side, and swept me up into his arms, one arm under my legs as he carried me against his chest, bridal carry.  
  
I leaned against him and I hid my face in his chest in case my eyes were teary.  
  
He was silent, except for the soft sound of his breathing blending into the sound of the streets around me.  
  
I fell half-asleep, vaguely aware of him holding me and the motion of him walking as he did so, but little else except his scent.  
  
***  
  
I realized I was being lowered onto a soft surface, and when I opened my eyes, Kelluvin was looking down at me.  
  
Was he still annoyed with me for being slow?  
  
I narrowed my eyes slightly. "It's not fair to expect me to know how to act. Or how to walk after going through all of that torture."  
  
Kelluvin stared down at me, eyebrows furrowing slightly, and was silent for a moment.  
  
Finally, he spoke: "It wasn't torture, it was a normal procedure... but sure, it was a lot for you." He reached down and stroked my brow softly. "Sometimes I forget you're not a person, you’re a pet without much training, and I shouldn't expect you to be good at emotional regulation." He smiled slightly.  
  
Not quite the conclusion I wanted him to come to... but I didn't want to argue against anything that might give me some leeway, or get him annoyed with me again. I didn't feel like I had the energy to get into a protracted fight with him, and even if I did, it probably wouldn't get me anywhere good.  
  
I looked away. "...sorry. I'll get better at this stuff."  
  
"I know." Kelluvin leaned down, his hand moving up to scritch behind my ear a little as he planted a kiss on my brow. It felt good and relaxing, and as much as I thought it was embarrassing and unfortunate to find it comforting, I didn't have the energy. "You'll get there."  
  
He pulled down my skirt, and I looked up at him, breath catching-- was he going to do something to me again?  
  
But instead Kelluvin smiled down at me, an enigmatic expression on his face, and stood up, leaving me on the bed, and left the room.  
  
I slowly breathed in and out, focusing my attention on that. It didn't matter that I was crying a little, that's just because I was overwhelmed.  
  
I blinked my tears away, and stared at the geometric pattern on the bedroom ceiling, a mixture of dark and light shades of blue in diamonds, mostly, and let my eyes wander around it.  
  
After a little while, I started to wonder if I should close my eyes and try to go to sleep, or get up and do... something. Not that I had anything to do. I just didn't feel quite sleepy or awake enough to make a decision.  
  
Maybe I was drifting in and out of sleep. It was hard to tell.  
  
I heard a door opening.  
  
"Ward off fire," said a voice that I couldn't immediately place, but I thought I had heard before.  
  
"Ward off rain," responded Kelluvin. "Come on in."  
  
Kelluvin walked in, followed by Andraves.  
  
I tensed, wondering if Kelluvin had called Andraves here to fuck me like he had wanted to this morning, and started to sit up a little.  
  
Kelluvin sat down by me, and pulled me into his lap, and I couldn't help but tense up at him touching me naked in front of Andraves, but he just lay me back down and pet my head gently.  
  
I curled up so my pussy wouldn't be right on display to Andraves, and did my best to slowly relax against Kelluvin... it's not like making a big scene would lower my odds of getting fucked, and his hand slowly stroking my head was calming.  
  
Andraves smiled down at me. "Hi there, girl."  
  
He held out his hand in front of me for a moment, and I wondered if I was supposed to sniff it or lick it or kiss it or something.  
  
I settled on sniffing it.  
  
Andraves didn't smell bad, exactly, a bit like Kelluvin in some ways, but there was an unfamiliar smell to his hands, and I wasn't really comfortable with it, either. He stroked along my cheek and scratched behind my ear, and it felt really nice. I didn't like how nice it felt. "Do you think that we'll start scribing Vialn soon?"  
  
"No, not for anything integral-- despite it's track record, it's still very new. It just passed it's second sixty-year." Kelluvin stroked my back. "And no sexual touching for Alice for today."  
  
I found my body beginning to purr between that and Andraves gentle continued scritching of under my chin. I didn't even know how to hold back the reaction.  
  
I hoped they wouldn't take it as a sign that they could fuck me-- despite Kelluvin's words, I couldn't imagine a naked girl and two men on a bed would end with anything else if she seemed the least bit receptive or relaxed. I tried to keep up with their conversation. "What does Vialn--"  
  
Kelluvin covered my mouth with his hand midspeech, and I got the signal to shut up. "Hey. No mimicking others in front of guests." His voice was gentle, but firm, like he was talking to a child or a dog.  
  
I didn't exactly like the implications, but I nodded slightly, and he took his hand off my mouth, and went back to petting me.  
  
I was a little tenser, though, and it took a bit to get me to relax. They had more incomprehensible rune-talk, and I kinda tuned it out, and Kelluvin continued to gently stroke my back, as Andraves petted my head and scritched my ears and underneath my chin and I just tried to relax and get used to it, though it was hard to relax too much without purring again.  
  
I got the feeling that he was trying to curry my favor and make me like him, which I didn't exactly like, but what I was going to do about it? He was good with his hands, at least.  
  
"...and that's why I don't think Tayrava's going to forgive Remivi anytime soon." Kelluvin sighed a little.  
  
...wait, what? Could runes forgive people?  
  
"It's made the scribing tables a lot more uncomfortable," Andraves said, with a tone that implied he agreed. "I don't want to see what things get like when we all have to work together before Crimsonfall." He booped my nose, and I looked at him with disdain before I could stop myself. He just smiled at me, though, and ran his palm across my brow and scritched his fingertips against my scalp.  
  
Why was he so good at this? Probably all his time at the brothel. What did they call it? The "pethouse".  
  
"Either they're going to take a bonding trip together and restore their friendship," said Kelluvin, "or one of them is going to leave pretty soon. There's no way two honorable men can resolve their differences otherwise."  
  
I opened my mouth, and then closed it before I said something. I didn't want Kelluvin to take my voice away.  
  
"Well, I don't think Remivi has always been honorable," Andraves said with lowered voice and a smirk. He gave me a wink, perhaps having noticed me opening my mouth. "Though I don't think it'll get to murder." He took my hands in his and gently started rubbing his fingers against the pads on my hand, which also felt really good. My eyes half-closed again.  
  
Kelluvin furrowed his eyebrows. "Don't whisper trouble, the scribing tables are already tense enough." He shook his head. "It's a good thing I can do most of my current work at home."  
  
"Speaking of," said Andraves, "Do you think you'll have the cords ready soon? I still need to do a third binding on the windghost."  
  
"I've been working on them," said Kelluvin, "but I'm not used to making so many Tri-patterns so small, so it's been a little slow." He sounded a little embarrassed, but it also sounded like they were getting back into rune-talk, so I sort of stopped paying attention.  
  
***  
  
When I woke up, I was still sprawled in Kelluvin's lap, and he was looking through some papers spread out across the bed. He had a more focused expression than usual on his face, and I didn't want to interrupt, so I just watched him for a little while, before shifting my position a little to be in a more comfortable one.  
  
This caught his attention, and he looked down at me. "Oh, awake again, I see." He tapped the pages and they all flew into the air and arranged themselves into a certain order, and the sides of an old green book surrounded them-- no, perhaps more like a box, as the sides of the pages were covered too. I hadn't gotten a good look at his books before-- were all of them like this?  
  
I looked away from the spectacle back to him, and he was looking down at me with an bemused smile.  
  
I opened my mouth to perhaps protest his reaction or ask about the book-- but before I said anything, I remembered he had told me not to talk, and closed it again.  
  
Kelluvin blinked, then smiled. "Good girl, Alice. But you can talk again now. I just don't want you to get in the habit of talking around guests without explicit permission."  
  
I considered this. "I can talk if there's some sort of emergency, right?"  
  
He scritched his fingers under my chin a little, and I found myself starting to raise it a bit. "...if there's no other option, certainly. You can get my attention and talk to me quietly."  
  
"What if it's incredibly urgent? Like a fire has started or someone is bleeding out?"  
  
He paused in his scritching. "If it's life and death... I suppose it's worth the breach in etiquette."  
  
"And if you aren't here?"  
  
Kelluvin narrowed his eyes and straightened up a little, and my body on top of his shifted as his posture did, a little uncomfortably. "Why are you looking for loopholes?"  
  
I sat up on the bed and stared at him. "If you want me to behave 'properly', you have to let me know what that is."  
  
A long stare. A smile. "...Fair enough. Your memory loss apparently includes basic common sense." He laughed. "Comes with the territory."  
  
He leaned in to kiss my forehead, then stood up. "Let's eat." He walked out of the bedroom.

I guessed that was a sign to drop it.  
  
I was feeling pretty hungry, though, so after a moment I got up and followed after him.  
  
The room had a table and one chair, which Kelluvin sat down in, so I rolled my eyes and started climbing up into his lap.  
  
Kelluvin smiled. "Awwwh, my little pet is so affectionate."  
  
Before his reaching hand could pet my head, I immediately slid back out of his lap and glared up at him. "That's what you told me I was supposed to do!"  
  
He blinked, then laughed. "No, that's in city restaurants-- tables are a little more crowded there, and it's rude to take up floor space. You might get accidentally kicked, too."  
  
"You don't have another chair," I pointed out.  
  
Kelluvin swept his hand to indicate the floor. "Plenty of room there. Well, if you want to sit in my lap, I guess I can spoil you today. Anyways, as to your food--" He pointed past me, and I followed his gaze.  
  
A wall? It was pretty much blank except for a little blue painting of a stylized fairly flat and wide bowl, with an actual bowl in a similar style underneath it.  
  
"That connects to the city's pet food supply if you press it. You're welcome to feed yourself each day, up to a certain limit-- it means we both don't have to worry about you going hungry even if I leave you for a few days." He reached over to pet my head, then added, almost as an afterthought: "Well, don't eat except when I'm eating while I'm here unless I give you permission, of course."  
  
I walked over to bowl, and sat down on the floor in front of it. "How does it work?"  
  
"Just tap the icon, kitten." I tapped the bowl picture above the bowl, and glowing runes flared into life in front of it-- well, it's not like I could read what they were saying.  
  
A thin clearish-white paste spilled down out of nowhere into the bowl from a few inches above it, and I tilted my head as I looked at it, trying to figure out exactly where it was coming from.  
  
"Just wait until it stops," said Kelluvin. "If you move the bowl it'll get messy, and if you try to poke at where it's coming from, or something's in the way when you press the icon, it'll cut out for a while-- it's a safety measure, there were some bad accidents back in the day before smiths figured out that one." A note of pride crept into his voice. "My teacher fifteen audiences back figured out that one."  
  
The thin paste stopped pouring out, so I picked up the bowl and brought it up to my lips, sipping a little.  
  
It didn't taste bad, exactly, although the texture was unpleasantly viscous, but it didn't really taste like anything-- water tasted less bland.  
  
I started to smell an extremely savory scent. I sniffed the bowl, thinking perhaps it was some sort of magic to make this glop more appetizing, but smelled the savory scent less the closer I got to the gruel... probably not?  
  
I turned my head to sniff a bit more, and found that the scent was coming from behind me on the table. I put down the bowl, standing up to face Kelluvin, and saw him lazily spearing some food of some kind with a wooden skewer. The food was in different shapes, but the exacts hard to make out because it was encrusted with some sort of grain.  
  
He looked over to me and laughed, and I realized I was drooling. "Do you want some, kitty?" He pulled a disc off of the skewer and held it down to me.  
  
Whatever it was couldn't be as bad as the gruel, so I walked over to him, and reached out for the veggie, only for him to pull it away from me.  
  
I stared up at him, trying to remain calm. "...you're really not going to give that to me after asking me if I want someone?"  
  
He blinked, then smiled. "This is basic manners, but if you're being fed by someone, you let them feed it to you, you don't try to take it with your own fingers."  
  
I thought about trying to take it from his plate with my own fingers and figuring out how he liked that, but the answer was probably "not very much", and there was no real gain in annoying him.  
  
I sighed and carefully took the disc from his fingers, and an unfamiliar flavor filled my mouth, a flavor that I had never known I wanted until this moment. I let it sit in my mouth, reaching my hand out to grab hold of something to steady myself, and slowly chewed it.  
  
Getting past whatever the outside flavor coating that was, there was a nice crispness and savoriness inside, that blended beautifully with whatever the outside flavor it was.  
  
"You okay there? I don't want to make you eat something that's too much for you again." Kelluvin sounded concerned.  
  
I shook my head, quickly chewing it and swallowing it down in case he took my silence for being overwhelmed. Well, I was a little, but not like, in a bad way. "It's really good," I informed him. "What's that coated in?"  
  
He glanced down at it. "Looks to be a mixture of solpara and hevels."  
  
...well, of course I wouldn't know what he was talking about. I couldn't tell him that, though, in case this was a common grain that would be strange to have never even tasted, since I knew basic words. "I see."  
  
I found my eyes drifting back to his dish on the table.  
  
He laughed softly. "Well, I did get an extra large portion... I suppose you can have some if you're a good girl and kneel on the floor for it."  
  
I could either try to salve a little of my dignity with terrible food while spurning him, or try to behave in the way he wanted and eat the best food of my life-- maybe it was just the first taste, and the novelty would wear off, but I couldn't imagine it becoming anywhere near as bad as that horribly bland, unpleasantly textured gruel.  
  
Regardless, it wasn't much of a choice.  
  
I lowered myself to my knees and place my hands in my lap so I wouldn't be tempted to grab the food from him, and he smiled down at me, reaching down to slide his palm along my cheek and scritch under my chin with a couple of fingers-- it felt a bit different than his normal touch, and I realized he wasn't using his first and second fingers he had held his food with, possibly in an attempt to not dirty my fur?
  
...I guess kneeling wasn't that uncomfortable... possibly because of my smaller, lighter body?  
  
Well, not uncomfortable physically, at least.  
  
He kept feeding me the unfairly delicious vegetables or meats or whatever they were intermittently while I knelt in front of him, the flavor exploding in my mouth, and I felt my eyes watering and closed them so he wouldn't see, but that just made me feel more helpless and the flavors feel more intense.  
  
After a little while, I felt his palm stroking the top of my head. "Are you okay there kitten? You don't have to force yourself to eat if it's too intense."  
  
"I'm not forcing myself, it's just really good, and..." I trailed off.  
  
"Awwwh, and you aren't used to getting such nice affection while being a good girl? Come here, get in my lap."  
  
I opened my eyes a little so I could see, albeit kind of blurrily, and climbed up into Kelluvin's lap, facing away from him, very aware of how naked I was and how much large he was. He wrapped his arms and held me against him a bit, and it was more overwhelming, but soft of comforting, and I cried softly.  
  
"Not used to kneeling, huh? You do really behave almost like a human girl at times... I wonder if that's due to the amnesia, or you not being properly raised to be a pet..."  
  
I tensed up a little, perhaps because I was reminded of my humanity which made the current situation harder to accept, or perhaps because him being nice in a condescending way was making it harder, and another sniffle escaped me.  
  
"Awwwh, it's okay... you're not being bad, I know... I'm not upset, I'm lucky to have you. Owning human girls has been illegal for sixty sixty-years, but I get to have a little taste of what that experience might be like." He rubbed my belly gently. "Well, maybe a human girl raised to be a pet would know how to behave, but it's kind of fun to watch you trying so hard to be a good girl for me."  
  
He held me and stroked my head and shoulders until I had mostly calmed down, and then went back to feeding me-- the first piece was cold, but after he tried one, he made a few more runes, and there was a flash of heat, and then the food was warm again.  
  
Soon enough, I was kinda full, and he had stopped offering me pieces as often, although I did eat them when he did, I ate them, because even though the novelty had dimmed, they were still amazingly delicious.  
  
That flash of heat he had done before did make me think how nice and convenient it would be to know magic, though. Maybe it'd even be a way to escape, or at least get acknowledge as closer to an equal. But how to phrase it? "Hey, master, can you teach me magic?"  
  
"Mmm, pets learning magic isn't really normal..." He sounded like he was kind of considering it, but leaning towards rejection.  
  
Maybe if I could convince him I was a good pet, he'd do it for me? Or at least distract him so he didn't outright reject the idea, and then I could bring it up again later. I slid out of his lap. kneeling in front of him, and put my hands on his knees, trying to part them.  
  
"What are you trying to-- oh!" He parted his legs, and I looked for a belt or some other obvious mechanism to undo for a moment before realizing he had a piece of cloth of the same color as the rest of his clothes and a tie around his waste for it, like a relatively subtle codpiece. I fumbled with the strings tying the codpiece around his waist, and it fell open like a drawbridge, and his semi-hard cock fell against my forehead-- well, hopefully that was alluring.

I tried to recall what I had seen in porn videos, nuzzled and kissed at his soft cock while looking up at him.  
  
He laughed. "What are you doing? ...it's cute, though."  
  
I tensed a little. Was I somehow fucking up being sexy?  
  
He stroked my head, and his cock was growing and hardening, which made me feel like I wasn't fucking up, at least-- maybe this world didn't have this sort of thing.  
  
I sucked on the tip of his cock, which didn't taste nearly as good after just having delicious food... not that it tasted good in the first place, just the comparison. "Come on, Master... teach me? Please?" I was going to take his cock in my hand while I talked to him, but I realized I wasn't really confident about doing that without clawing his cock somehow, so I just used the pad on my hand to press it against my cheek and rub it while I started up into his eyes.  
  
Kelluvin smiled down at me. "Why're you acting so cute all of the sudden? But I guess this is your second blowjob... go ahead and take more of my cock into your mouth..." He let out a little gasp as I did, scritching the back of my neck. "...that's a good girl...."  
  
I pulled my mouth of his cock, licking up along the underside while looking up into his eyes, and he made a little incoherent noise as he looked down at me, cheeks slightly flushed as he stroked my head. "Where did you get the idea to do this?"  
  
"...I don't know, Master." Actually, I had a good excuse for that, didn't I? "I have amnesia, remember?" I took his cock into my mouth again, and very slowly lowered my mouth, sucking very softly at first and slowly sucking harder and harder, until his cock pressed far back enough that I was almost gagging, and I eased off again, slowly relaxing the pressure a little, and a soft little gasp escaped his mouth.  
  
I really did feel like I was the one in power for once, which made the idea of sucking his cock more alluring and satisfying. As long as I pretend to be submissive, I could maybe get what I wanted out of him. "Please teach me magic, Master..." What would convince him? What would make him want me to have this power? "...I want to be more useful to you... if I could warm my mouth up with a spell, I could make it more pleasurable for you...."  
  
"...That's not... that spell isn't safe for that...." His voice was getting a little more needy and distracted.  
  
I rubbed my cheek against the side of his cock again. "But I'm sure there are spells that help, right...?" There was no way people would develop a technology like magic and not use some of it for sex, right? I sniffed the tip of his cock, and then gave it a long and passionate kiss, "I want to make you happy, Master... please...?"  
  
I took his cock back into my mouth, halfway this time, sucking harder, and licking along the underside of his cock as I pulled back, letting the head of his cock linger in my mouth for a moment as I stared up at him, sucking on it.  
  
"Oh..." Kelluvin's voice was sounding actually needy at this point. "...fine... I don't think you'll learn it anyways, but I can at least try...." He smiled down at me and stroked my head. "Really devoting yourself to making me happy, huh?"  
  
I had won.  
  
I pulled my head back and smiled up at him. "Yes, Master." Well, there was no reason to give him more head before he started teaching me.  
  
He stared down at me expectantly.  
  
I pulled back a little and nuzzled against his knee, smiling a little to myself... he was that easy, huh?  
  
"...were you just trying to manipulate me?" Annoyance crept into Kelluvin's voice. "Well, I knew you were being a little manipulative, but I don't think it was that insincere."  
  
He reached forwards, rubbing my breasts-- was he trying to turn me on to get the upper hand? Well, I guess I'd allow-- and suddenly his fingers were squeezing like a vice on my nipples, and I inadvertently let out a sharp cry of pain.  
  
"Let me just remind you," Kelluvin's fingers pulled on my nipples, and rather than have then torn off, I leaned in closer to his cock. "Wait, put your mouth around the head of my cock."  
  
I complied in hopes that he'd let go, and he slowly pulled me closer, making me bring his cock into my mouth, since I didn't want him to tear my nipples off.  
  
"Let me just remind you," repeated Kelluvin, "that you belong to me. I decide what you eat. I decide where you sleep. I can tie you up and fuck your pussy and ass until it hurts. And if you bite me, you will deeply regret it." He pulled me closer, until I was gagging on his cock, doing my best not to bite down or throw up.  
  
He kept me there, tears running down my face, his cock making me gag, and I started to need more air in my lungs-- I hadn't been in control of this at all, and hadn't thought to even take a deep breath before putting my lips around his cock.  
  
Was he going to keep me there until I passed out? I don't think he'd kill me, at least, he wouldn't be talking if he wanted to kill me... what if I passed out and bit reflexively?  
  
He finally let go of my nipples, and I pulled back, gasping for air.  
  
"Now," said Kelluvin, voice still stern, "is there something you wanted to do for me?"  
  
There was a soft whimpering along with the panting, and I realized it was coming from me.  
  
I put my lips back around his cock, and started bobbing my head back and forth and sucking desperately.  
  
"I'm being very patient with you," said Kelluvin softly. "So you should do your best to be a good pet for me, understand?"  
  
I pulled his cock out to the tip, and nodded a little, still sucking -- I didn't want him to think I was trying to stop again -- and then I went back to bobbing my head back and forth, desperately trying to pleasure him without looking like I was teasing him.

Kelluvin started gently petting the top of my head. "That's my good girl."

I started taking him even deeper, pushing his cock into the back of my throat until I started to gag, the tears coming back to my eyes.

His fingers settled back on my nipples and I tensed a little, thinking he was going to use them to hold me in place again, but he gently rubbed them. They were pretty sore, but it felt kind of good and comforting, and it seemed like he at least wasn't going to hurt me anymore.

"I like hearing you talk," Kelluvin said softly, "and I don't mind a little teasing. But don't forget what your mouth is really for." He ran his hands along my shoulders and up the back of my neck, still letting me controlling the pace, and then slowly and gently scritched behind my ears, seeming almost loving if I didn't think about his words or what he had just done to me.

I was still scared, though, and tried my best to keep my focus as I sucked him, try to keep him pleased with me.

After a little more of my desperate servicing, he took my shoulder and pushed me off of him, and I looked up at him, worrying I'd failed-- but his other hand was holding his cock, and he started spraying his cum all over my face, his semen getting all over my fur.  
  
"You're mine," said Kelluvin firmly. "You understand that, right?"  
  
"Yes, Master." I pressed back in a little, and took the head of his cock back in my mouth to suck the last bit of cum out.