Eirel found it difficult to entirely comprehend what was going on with the human. She had come out and used him for her own pleasure twice now, her body adapting to his length to please him more and more. However, he sensed there was something brewing inside her, but he couldn’t quite place what it was. He felt the attraction to her, certainly—she was giving him the best pleasure he had ever experienced, and showing a slave such affections was wonderful. Normally, they would only be allowed to interact with each other, if they were lucky. He was kept busy for the three days, however, so he didn’t have much time to really reflect on things like Eileen did. Nor did he come up with such wild ambitions as she. He was a simple working hand, doing as he was told, and if that meant fucking her until she couldn’t think, he certainly wasn’t going to complain.<br/><br/>He was out in the fields doing a bit of tool hauling when she finally made an appearance, though he was resting in the shade of the barn at the moment. He heard the human hands speaking with each other, and his ears perked up immediately when her voice came around. He stood up and walked over, waving the others off as he said that he would escort her. After all, who better to keep her safe but the strongest slave there? As they were walking, once they were out of ear and eye shot, he looked at her and let out a little chuckle. “You’re in that outfit again…” He said softly to her, wearing the same leather skirt as before. Now that they were out of view, it was getting pushed forward slightly. He knew what would be coming, and he was quite excited after three days of waiting…<br/>