<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4rRz029.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laica (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272443.msg13403161#msg13403161)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, Yira’s room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shahazadi<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Laica 24<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC: 11, TAC: 11, FFAC: 10, CMD: 11<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +3, Init +1, Perc +0<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Laica huffed a moany breath as the hands in control pushed her off. She had felt very intimately that no matter the strength of her devotion to the task the pleasure she could bring to Shahazadi through her breasts was capped. It left an uneasy taste, knowing that she had not truly pleased this mistress. A measure of guilt accompanied it, haunting Laica for daring to need more than the pleasure of simple obedience. A shameful desire for a good pet.<br/><br/>Furry thighs stacked thicker as Laica settled down between Shahazadi's legs. Her eyes fled downward from the oppressive stares and to the steamy duty she had been tasked with. A little smile hiked up her lips when Shahazadi paused to dance. Silly girl. There was no need to try and seduce Laica. She reached for the pale hips and leaned to lick in. A pleasant pressure appeared over shoulder to hold her in place. Laica's hands trailed affectionately over skin.<br/><br/>The demi-human's scent filled her head. Soon its taste would be all her mind could progress. Laica's eyes fell shut as she dove into serve. Muzzle opened up around the wet cleft. Her lips grazed Shahazadi’s with a savory kiss. A sudden ear grab halted her approach for a whimper “Nnnh~” Laica winced for a moment before continuing. She wouldn’t get any funny ideas. She wouldn’t. Her head was already filled with the need to serve. She should know. Laica would show.<br/><br/>A series of hungry nibbles at the length of the wet slit showed Shahazadi the slave's thirst. Showed that in this moment her hands and lips served only Shahazadi. Silky fur of her palms caressed the smooth flesh. They gripped to hefting Shahazadi's ass and thighs in devoted worship.<br/><br/>Done playing on the courtyard Laica's tongue darted out and buried into the demi-human’s opening. The taste of a sweet foxy girl juice marinaded cunny enveloped Laica’s tongue. Warm wetness pulsed against her tongue, vulnerable and sensitive. Poor thing, Laica sighed. Such horrible suffering she must be in. She would fix it, she would! Her muzzle pushed against Shahazadi's groin in a greedy chomp as Laica slithered further up.<br/><br/>It was no dance but dirty sloppy work of a slave miner. Breathing was a luxury, rest was not an option. Her tongue coiled and flexed, drumming the walls of the tight tunnel in a relentless pursuit of pleasure. She hurried to each vein, working relentlessly the spots that resonated with trembles across Shahazadi’s hips. Laica’s fingers sank deeper into the snowy flesh as she saw her work bear fruit, grabbing shamelessly at her mistress' legs. Every so often she would slip out in her hurry, apologizing to the nub twitching above Shahazadi's cave before returning work.<br/><br/>In a few moments of awkward half kneeling Laica's legs already trembled, barely able to keep her ass from hitting the ground. Her tongue tingled with soreness, breasts heaved heavy. The fur trimmed cunt between her thighs was a spring, twitching eagerly to every throb of pleasure her tongue extracted almost as if it were her own. Her own pleasure a fantasy that would have to be fulfilled if master so chose.<br/><br/>She would not rest, not before the waves of an orgasm would wrack the sex between her lips.