Given to the Stars (IrishWolf & CopperLily)
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				Title: <strong>Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>13-12-2014, 07:54:33</strong>
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				Captain Trevion Furniss stared at his reflection in the mirror of his bathroom, tugging slightly on the white dress uniform tunic and adjusting the gold braid, before fiddling with the small cluster of awards and campaign ribbons on his chest. Truthfully, he was feeling more than a little nervous, more nervous than he had felt a week ago, when he had ordered his ship into action against nearly a dozen enemy warships. Of course, that had been a fight he could win, this was a first contact with a new alien species, something he had trained for but never done in his fifteen years of service in the Tarran League’s Navy.<br><br>Still, he steel himself, his reflection looking calm and confident with only a hint of his inner worries showing through his intelligent hazel eyes. Already fair skinned, his choice of career in the navy, were the only time he might have been exposed to sunlight, would have meant something terribly wrong had happened, had left him closer to pale. Still, he cut a decent figure, standing fractions of an inch under six foot five, with an athletic build. Running a hand through his shortly trimmed, dark brown hair, he settled the &nbsp;peaked cap (http://www.worldwar2-militaria.com/images/Navy-Captain-hat.jpg) on top of his head and picked up the saber, which had been leaning against the bulkhead besides him.<br><br>Steadying the weapon, which was to him, little more than a dead weight to hang off his hip, Captain Furniss thought back to the day, when his ship had first entered this solar system. He had been on a mission of exploration, expanding the Terran League’s starcharts, locating new worlds for possible colonization and of course, on the look out for new intelligent species. He hadn’t asked for the assignment but Fleet Headquarters had decided that his ship needed to be rotated off the frontlines of a very hot, Cold War, along the frontier with the Goerc Empire. The reptilian aliens had been attacking human colonies for almost five decades now, although Imperial diplomates always insisted that it was pirates, not official acts of aggression.<br><br>So Trevion had not been surprised to come across Goerc ships, when he jumped into the unknown. They were expanding just as fast as the League. What he had been surprised by, was finding a whole fleet of outdated Goerc warships hovering over a planet. When his comm techs had decrypted the messages the Goerc were sending to the planet, taunting some poor bastards about how their whole disgusting race was going to be destroyed, it had been easy to order his ship to attack. One on one, his modern human built frigate was more than a match for any of the Goerc ships, even the sole battlecruiser, which had been the enemy fleet’s flagship. However, if they had been able to concentrate their firepower, the old railguns, missiles and lasers would have overwhelmed his shields and cut through his armored hull. But he had had been able to out maneuver them and picked off three destroyers, two frigates and the battlecruiser before the rest had fled the system. <br><br>Since then, his people had been trying to setup dialog with the people, the Goerc were going to bombard from orbit. Nothing had worked for days, their techs just too different or generations ahead (or behind depending on your view) from each other. That was, until the other day, when there had been a breakthrough, nothing much, just text but they had been finally been able to talk with them, after their translation programs worked through the messages. The first clear message, was an invite to some sort of official thank you and celebration, which the Captain was just finishing dressing for. From what they could tell, they were suppose to land shuttles near a large open square, in what they thought might be the planet’s capital, right before that landmass began it’s night cycle.&nbsp; <br><br>Buckling the sword around his waist and placing a translator on his right ear, Trevion walked from his stateroom, down the to shuttlebay, where most of the crew was already boarding. Only a handful of his sailors were going to be left to man the ship, selected by lottery. As darkness crept over the spot they were to land, the shuttles launched, each loaded to full capacity, their hulls leaving bright trails of fire, as they descended through the atmosphere. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 06:39:14</strong>
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				While scourging the Goerc ships from the skies over the planet might have felt like a minor skirmish to Captain Furniss, to the Knecl he might has well have been an angel. The bright future their race had looked forward to as they set out to the stars a decade ago, founding a handful of colonies and trading posts, had turned nightmarish when they came into dispute with another race over trade rights to a world that, by all rights, was inconsequential to both.<br><br>The Goerc Empire responded to their diplomatic overtures by executing the diplomats, and systematically reducing all four colonies to glowing, radioactive piles of slag and charred bones. The Royal Navy had fought bravely, but with little effect, and the defense stations surrounding their homeworld of Fetania had been destroyed, leaving them defenseless.<br><br>The Knecl had surrendered unconditionally.<br><br>The Goerc destroyed a city in response. They savored the fear of the planet below them, taunting their helpless prey. They asked not for wealth, or slaves, or worship. They just occasionally dropped a kinetic bomb, at random, wiping out a few thousand Knecl whenever the whim took them. And the whim took them frequently. The humans had saved them from a slow, agonizing death, the terrified genocide of an entire species. And they were treated accordingly. The Knecl were prepared to do nearly anything - join an alliance, pay tribute, whatever was needed. Their computers, horrifically obsolete by human standards, were retrofitted to work with human communication protocols, at least based in text. A meeting was arraigned, a summit. <br><br>And a feast in their honor.<br><br>The ships that escorted them down to the planet had the sleek lines and oversize engines of fighter craft, but they struggled to keep up with the bulky, cumbersome shuttles. An idle scan from his ship confirmed what he might suspect - destroying them, even in a shuttle, would be a trivial task. Their escort parted with them at a wide landing pad at the side of a beautiful building of shimmering glass and a white material that looked almost organic, overlooking a breathtaking mountain pass. Two dozen or so Knecl waited for them, most of them armored in a suit that looked half-archaic and half-modern, clearly ceremonial, though the rifles they carried were real.<br><br>"They're goddamned <em>cats</em>"<br><br>The resemblance was uncanny. Furred, bipedal humanoids, with broad, flat faces and slightly tapered muzzles, pointed ears and well...tails.<br><br>One approached, clearly a female, and unlike the others she was not dressed in armor, but rather a diaphanous gown that hugged her curves and suggested at a trim, pleasantly feminine body beneath, held to her by metal bands around her neck, arms and waist. She bowed - affording him an excellent view - and smiled.<br><br>"Captain Furniss..." She spoke Terran, her accent strange but easy to understand, faintly lyrical, and he realized it wasn't his translator, or hers. She was *speaking* Terran.<br><br>"Welcome to Knecl. I am Vianna, Daughter of Korash, who is our King. I bid you welcome..." She motioned inside, and the crowd parted for him, revealing a large feast hall, lined with tables and chairs, servants bustling around making final preparations. "Come - we have prepared a feast to honor you, and your soldiers. And gifts to show the appreciation of our people for our salvation."<br><br>Those gifts, he would soon learn, included her. Almost immediately after the Goerc were driven from the skies, the debate over that began, various noble families arguing their bloodline gave them the best right to the honor. Three duels had been fought over it, before her father had stepped in - his bloodline was undisputed, and his youngest daughter would be given the honor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>27-12-2014, 04:49:48</strong>
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				"They're goddamned <em>cats</em>"<br><br>The words echoing through the passenger compartment of the shuttle drew Captain Furniss’s attention from the screen displaying the escorting fighters. He had always found the small, personal craft to be interesting but not enough that he had ever wanted to be a pilot. While such officers might be covered in glory, for surviving in the cockpits of their warbrids, such tiny aerospace craft, tended to be destroyed by the scores in many major fleet engagement, without any warship bigger than a destroyer tallying such kills. But they did look impressive and he had been growing concerned for the fighters, from the readings the shuttle’s scanners were picking up, as they had been trying to keep up with craft the League pilot’s jokingly called bloated pigs, falling with style.<br><br>Even as he looked around for the speaker, Trevion could see a young ensign looking abashed, as he received a sharp talking to from a chief. Seeing the situation under control but wondering what had prompted the outburst in the belly of the shuttle, he switched his screen, so that it showed the landing pad and prompted him to thank whoever it was, who had inspired him to order that everyone in the shuttles, be allowed access to the video feed. Because they hadn’t known that the Knecl would look like, someone blurting out something like that in the first contact, could have been disastrous but instead, that normal human reaction was concealed from the natives of this world, even as the craft landed.<br><br><em>They do look like cats</em>, thought the Captain, as he felt the shuttle touch down and the safety restraints release. Unbidden to his mind, came the thought of how many humans, acrossed dozens upon dozens of worlds, would be rejoicing at his discovery of this alien race. Long even before the unification of Earth, humanity or at least part of it had been dreaming of humanoid versions of the animals they knew. Such dreams had only increased in numbers and acceptability, since humanity had launched itself into the stars and met other intelligent lifeforms, although none of them had resembled the creations, the minds of men had made from Mother Earth’s lesser children. <br><br>But now, Trevion Furniss, commanding officer of the Frigate, <em>TLNS Cockatrice</em>, had found such a race of beings. No doubt there would be those celebrating and those that would only wish that the good Captain had never entered that region of space. However those thoughts slipped away, as he stepped from the shuttle and came to stand in front of the assembling ship’s company, the officers and enlisted sailors in their dress whites and the small Marine contingent in their dark blues. Thankfully, his crew had either gotten over just what the Knecl looked like or at least the NCOs had and were taking steps to make sure the rest were on their best behavior. <br><br>All of which meant, the Captain could have his eyes forwards, when the first native approached. She or at least he thought the being was a she by her body proportions, given how closely her species seemed to resemble mammals in general and humans in particular, had only a slightly alien beauty about her. Had it been a human woman in that clinging dress about delightful curves, he would have called her a knockout, even before he was afforded that view from her bow. Thoughts about interspecies views of attractiveness and a reconsideration of his attitudes about the furry communities, were shattered mere seconds later however, when she spoke.&nbsp; <br><br>At first, Trevion thought his translater was malfunctioning, given the strangeness of the accent he was hearing Terran Standard (or Terran Anglo) in but then it dawned on him, that he wasn’t hearing the voice of his translater but rather the voice of Vianna, speaking in his language. He was sure some of his surprise showed, as he wondered if she had truly picked up how to speak Terran or if she had spend the better part of a day learning how to say that introduction and offer of generosity. Either would have been impressive. <br><br>“It will be our honor” said Captain Furniss with the slight and somewhat awkward bow, more of a dip of his head and slight forward motion of his shoulders with his right hand twitching a little upwards, of an officer, who would have preferred saluting someone of military rank, “And pleasure, to join you in the celebration, of the continuation of your people and the new friendship between yours and mine.”<br><br>Behind him, there was a stirring of motion, as the sailors relaxed from the formation they had assumed and the ship’s officers took as many steps as was needed, to bring them just behind their captain.<br><br>“If you would show us where to sit?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>29-12-2014, 09:18:41</strong>
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				Vianna watched him, noting with pleasure that his eyes seemed to linger on her form - if he had found her repugnant, the matter of the giving would be...more complicated. She smiled, her eyes bright and clever.<br><br>"I'm sure my father and his diplomats will have much to talk about with our 'new friendship', and securing the continuation of our people."<br><br>She bowed her head, waving her arm to indicate they should follow her. "But tonight is for celebrating that continuation, and your role in it. I hope you will find it...agreeable. We have checked against your medical database - everything at the feast should be free of any allergens and within...what your species considers palatable."<br><br>The feast itself was set out at a long table in the central pavilion, open to the cool, pleasant night air, the scent of unfamiliar, exotic flowers wafting past gauzy silk curtains. Seats for his entire crew were available, intermixed with Knecl dignitaries. Eventually, she guided Captain Furniss to his seat, the seat beside him empty.<br><br>"It is my honor to sit beside you Captain, should you wish my company." She smiled enigmatically. "I believe by the end of the night we will have much to discuss. Can you tell me...how your people came to this world? And why...you chose to save us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>02-01-2015, 05:46:51</strong>
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				Captain Furniss followed a step behind Princess Vianna, as she lead the ship’s company into the feast, the scents of strange, new planet life drifting among the smells of cooking meats and bubbling soups. Slowly, even as their leader was assured that everything being offered that night would be edible, sailors took seats, mingling with dignitaries, nobles and other notables. There was a hum of conversation, slightly stilted by the need for translaters to work through alien languages and dialects. Still it all seemed pleasant, as the Terrans began to share the stories of the worlds they had visited and the battles along the frontier they had fought in, while their Knecl companions shared their stories, speaking of the wondrous places upon their planet, their histories and the duels they had either fought or watched. <br><br>“I would enjoy your continued company” said Trevion, not knowing just how his words, could be likened to the ancient Chinese curse, when they finally reached the seat he was to occupy. And his words were true, not just polite, he had taken a liking to the alien princess, not that she had introduced herself as such but what else would one call the daughter of a king? Her bright, intelligent eyes and the way she had continued to speak in Terran, were both impressive and sure signs of an engaging mind. He also had to admit, within his own mind, that he liked her smile and he had been enjoying the sway of her hips, had he had walked behind her.<br><br>“As for how we came to your world” he continued, sitting down and watching as she sat next to him, “Well I wish I could claim we has been sent out to save your people but the truth is, we were and still are, on an exploratory mission. Until my ship arrived here, we had no knowledge of this region of space and I was sent to change that.” <br><br>“I chose to intervene” said Trevion, his voice fading a little, as he slipped into a short pause. For a moment, he said nothing, his hazel eyes going blank, as he looked into the past. His face twitched slightly, as if he wanted to snarl and curse, memories and hatred stirring in his soul. But then he blinked and focused on the here and now. <br><br>“Because I do not like the Goerc” he went on, “Before my people, Humans, formed the Terran League, some thirteen years ago now, I was serving as a newly minted Ensign in the Uken Federation Navy. The Goerc had just met Humanity and believing that our fractured race was weak, they began attacking colonies and built up worlds. The ship I was on, well, we were part of a taskforce, which drove off a smaller Goerc force, who were in orbit over one of our colonies. The lizard scum hadn’t used nuclear weapons or even kinetic rounds to kill the colonists. They virus bombed the planet.”<br><br>“I can still remember the images” added Trevion, “Clear as the moment the probes sent them back to my ship, of what that engineered horror did. Five years of open fighting between the League and the Empire, and seven years of a cold war, has not improved my option of them.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>03-01-2015, 02:11:49</strong>
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				Vianna listened to his story carefully, her eyes thoughtful, soft and patient. She nodded, letting out a soft sigh when he spoke of the biological weapon, her eyes sorrowful.<br><br>"I...am sorry for that world, but grateful you chose to deliver us from the Goerc. I lost one of my older brothers when they attacked our colonies. They used mass drivers to pierce the environmental domes, letting the air leak out, condemning the colonists to choke to death on volcanic fumes. Our own world...they have been toying with us, letting us die a slow, terrified death, until your ships arrived. We have little to give your nation in return, but what we have, we offer gladly."<br><br>She tried to lighten the mood as dinner went on, discussing the art of her people, their literature - she made the presentation of one of the gifts he was to be given, a sophisticated (for her people) quantum drive that was designed to be compatible with Terran computer systems. The sum collected knowledge, history, literature and art of her people. A representation, in digital form, of an entire species. It was both a show of profound trust, for it contained all their scientific knowledge, summaries of their military strength, star charts of the area, etc. and a beacon of hope - if the Goerc returned, if Captain Furniss was driven off, perhaps some memory of the Knecl would survive. Finally, the night wore on, and Knecl servants came to show the human guests to their quarters for the evening, each, even the lowest rating present in the party, given a room set in lavish luxury. <br><br>Vianna rose, and offered her hand, the night wind pressing the gown to her form.<br><br>"There is one more gift Captain, but it is...private." Nodding to an isolated alcove, she took him aside, drawing a silk curtain to shield them.<br><br>"There is a...custom my people have. It is ancient, and honored. When a great hero saves a tribe, or city, the wholeness of that place owes him in a way they cannot ever collectively repay. So the burden falls to an individual, who swears his or her wholeness to the Honored," the way she said it made it sound like a title, "to serve with their life or death. There...is not a good word for it in your language, but as near as I can manage it..."<br><br>She gulped, suddenly tense, and bowed her head. "If you find me pleasing, Captain Furniss, all of the Knecl join in offering you the eldest daughter of the royal line as your...slave."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 01:38:41</strong>
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				Trevion wondered idly, somewhere in the recesses of his mind, if he looked anything like he felt and he felt like a poleaxed ox. The feast had gone on deep into the night and many but not all of the guests had left, both from his crew and the natives. When the Princess had risen from the seat beside him, the soft, caressing breeze pressing that wonderly diaphanous gown against her form and told him that there was to be another gift but one given in private, he had been sure of just what he going to receive. After all, what else would a beautiful woman of any species be offering to a hero like himself, in a private little alcove? <br><br>And he was feeling adventurous enough to give it go or maybe it was the wine they had been drinking, not that he had that many glasses but maybe there had been something in it. So it had been without reservation, that he had followed her, an easy smile on his face, as she drew the curtain across the entrance. At first, the explanation she began to give, did nothing more than reinforce the notion of his last gift being sexual in nature but about half way through, the words stopped fitting into the narrative he thought should be going on. <br><br>And then the last word she spoke, hit him like a hammer to the forehead. Slave. She was offering herself, on the behalf of her people, as his slave. The word echoed between his ears, bouncing around his skull. A slave? How by Sol, could he, a free man of the Uken Federation and an officer of the Terran League’s Navy, could he accept a slave? Slavery, in any legal sense, was so long removed from any main human culture, that he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Of course, there were countercultures but even within those, such acts were lifestyles, kept private and of no legal bearing. This would be!<br><br>“I can...I can’t” choked out Trevion, “My culture doesn’t......”<br><br>He stopped, looking at her. Even with her head bowed, he could see, by the slump of her shoulders, the shame and pain. For a moment he couldn’t understand why this bright, young daughter of a king, would be upset with his refusal to take away her freedom. But by then, his mind had finished processing just what she had said right before she had offered herself as a slave. This was an old custom, one filled with honor for both parties (at least in the way the Knecl saw it). He would be insulting to her entire people, if he did not accept and at the same time, he was being incredibly insulting to her. What had she said, if he found her pleasing, she would be his slave? <br><br>“But it is yours” said Captain Furniss, licking his lips and taking a deep breath, “So....I will....accept this gift from the Knecl .”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 08:03:14</strong>
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				The woman stood before him, the wind pressing her dress to her form, and looked crestfallen when he began to refuse her. Try as she might to manage a noble bearing, the weight of failure pressed down on her. She was a fool, to think he would desire an alien woman, to think a night's pleasant conversation might call him to her side. She would be disgraced, her father a laughing stock, whispers of the Captain's refusal accompanying the news of the salvation of her people. Would they say it was her? Or merely that the Knecl were not worth even that note - that they were saved a an afterthought?<br><br>She looked up at him when he took a breath, and there was relief in her eyes.<br><br>"I...I am very glad you say so Captain."<br><br>Smiling softly, her head rose. "Your men have been taken to their chambers - would you allow me to escort you to yours?" She blushed softly. "To ours..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 02:40:27</strong>
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				The relief in her eyes, when she finally looked up at him, was nearly enough to balance the unease Trevion felt, with accepting a slave. His mind was reeling, trying to wrap itself around the concept that he now owned another sapient being. Or at least that was how he was thinking of it, she hadn’t explained all the details and somewhere in the working part of his mind, which he couldn’t access fully right now, he knew they would have to work out just what expected of one another. However, the look she was giving him, when she asked if she could escort him to a chamber for them, implied a physical relationship at the very least. <br><br>“Yes” he said, offering his own smile, the warmth in her tone soothing his worries and concerns but he paused for heart beat. He had almost started to offer his arm, as if he was on a date but what was the protocol for this situation? In human cultures of the past, one did not walk arm and arm with a slave, they either walked behind or in front of their master. Did the Knecl follow the same rules with their slaves or was her case different than those of other slaves because of the tradition in which she became a slave? Did the Knecl even walk arm in arm? <br><br>“I would enjoy” he continued, offering his right arm anyways, “Going to our chamber.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 23:06:43</strong>
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				She took his arm, after taking a moment to puzzle out what the expression meant, and lead him gracefully through the swiftly emptying chamber, the light breeze pressing her dress to her nubile form. She led him through the estate and up a long flight of stairs to a chamber that could only be a place of honor - a generous suite open to the air, looking out toward the mountains, though a panel on the wall suggested a force field could be lowered for poor weather...or privacy.<br><br>The view was undeniably beautiful, and as she gave him a tour, it was a study in opulence compared to his quarters on the ship. The furniture, while sized for the somewhat more petite Knecl, was still spacious and generous, and she smiled as she turned on the smooth marble floor, clearly proud.<br><br>"I hope it meets with your standards."<br><br>Closing the door behind them, she lowered her head more demurely. "I'm sure you have questions...I can answer them as best I can." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 03:34:45</strong>
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				For a long moment, as they walked through the graceful architecture, with it open walls and ceilings, which the Knecl seemed to favor, Trevion was able to forgot that he had just accept another thinking being as his property. Of course, walking along with a exotic beauty on one's arm, while playful breeze molded a delightfully thin dress against her curves, would take his mind off just about anything. He could have been walking to his own execution and that would have been driven from his mind. Still, such mental peace did not last long and before he know it, they had reached the rooms set aside for his use. <br><br>The view was stunning. The open panels in the walls, allowed one to gaze out upon the rugged beauty of the mountains, their primal nature a welcome contrast the advances of civilization. High above, the rise of the twin moons bathed the craggy peaks in a soft, pale light, deepening the shadows clinging the the slopes, as the tips gleamed. The soft sighing of the breeze, as it flittered through the rooms, was like a music, heard by one far away from the source but just close enough to know it was a melody. <br><br>“Yes” said Trevion, as his escort drew his mind back to the present, “I have several.”<br><br>Letting out a breath, he swept the peaked cap from his brow and hung it from one of the smallish chairs. Continuing to get comfortable, he unbuckled the sword belt from his waist and leaned the very ceremonial weapon against the back of the same chair. Loosening the top buttons of his tunic, the Captain sat down, pondering slightly of he should kick off the polished boots but decided that they could wait just a little longer. Settled, he looked up (although not by much) at Vianna, considering her for a moment.<br><br>“So Princess” Trevion finally said, “I think we should start, with what is expected from you and what is expected from me, in this.....relationship.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 22:02:44</strong>
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				She watched as he took in the room, both its decor and the spectacular views that were afforded it, glad once more that this site never warranted one of the kenetic terror-bombings that had scarred her world and her people so badly. It was one of her favorite rooms - which was one of the reasons he was now residing within it.<br><br>Vianna let him sit, watching him quietly, though she did not sit herself - she was unsure as to the protocol of doing so, and it let him address her at roughly eye level. She nodded, his first question being one she expected.<br><br>"A reasonable question Sir. In terms of what is expected from me...it is very simple, but rather broad. As I said, I am yours. A slave. My mind and body are both turned to your will, and I will serve you however you wish. That does not require me to be a mindless automaton, but it does make my life now defined by a very...singular focus. As for the expectations on you, very little. You may do with me as you like. I...am being given as a gift, and as such your treatment of me reflects some of your thoughts on the nature of that gift. Were you to kill or maim me, it would send a fairly clear message, though none will contest your right to do so. But beyond that, I am yours, to do with as you will. If you wished something else instead, something that I might be exchanged for, it is also within your rights to sell me, though...traditionally...those who gave me to you are given the first opportunity to buy me back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 23:15:52</strong>
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				Well her answer didn't help Captain Furniss much. He had been hoping that this gift, would come with a long line of traditional rules and roles, from which he could find some sort of loophole. Of course, she had said that he could sell her, which could easily remove this unwanted burden but could end up being a bigger minefield, that his refusal to accept her as his slave. Seeing as his treatment of her would apparently reflect his attitude towards her people, would not his asking price? Never mind finding someone to sell her off to, which would be a prickly business in itself but what if he didn't ask enough for her? How would that effect diplomatic relations between the Knecl and the Tarran League? No doubt it would just be safer in that reguard to just keep her but what would he do with her? <br><br>His mind jumped back suddenly, to what he had been thinking about, just before Vianna told him she was to be his slave. Now he would easily take this interesting alien beauty to his bed, without worrying about if she liked him or wanted too. Which would be the greatest advantage of having a slave, at least in his position. As the commanding officer of a warship meant to go on long patrols or strike deep into enemy territory, he wasn't often around any woman he was allowed to even tell he was interesting in them. Having Vianna around could ease those cravings, which filled his heart in the emptiness of space. <br><br>Even as those thoughts finished, he wanted to kick himself. There would be no way, by Sol, that he would force himself upon her. But what was he going to do with her? Keep her as a pet? Besides, she had seemed to be interested in him during the feast, at least enough to arose his interesting in experimenting with her. He could keep her as a kind of mistress, he supposed, if she was interested in such a life, which might be rather boring for her, at least when they weren't romping around in his cabin. Maybe he could have her trained to help out in a department aboard ship. <br><br>"I see" said Trevion, "I do have another question at the moment but first, you don't have to call me Sir. You may call me Trevion or if you want a title, Captain will do. Now, before I get to my question, I want it understood, I only want the truth, when I ask you things, not answers you think I want to hear." <br><br>"Vianna" he said, after a moment's pause to make sure she understood, "Would you like to find out if we're able to have a physical relationship?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 07:04:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could tell her answer didn't particularly please him, could see the consternation on her face. She grew more worried - this had meant, genuinely, to be the highest expression of her people's gratitude, but it was clearly something he wasn't expecting - or even considered. She grew a little more timid, worried that part of this was her, that if she could be more compelling, somehow more appealing, that that would appease him.<br><br>Yet the preamble to his question gave her a little hope - demanding the unalloyed truth from her <em>was</em> a demand, especially from a diplomat's daughter, and while she had been honest with him, that he felt free to tell her that meant perhaps he could grow comfortable commanding her in other ways. She nodded once, her expression attentive, and her ears twitched slightly in embarrassment when he asked her question.<br><br>"Is that what will...help determine your path regarding me Captain? Whether or not you find me...compatible?"<br><br>She looked him over once, her eyes lingering on his form. He was well muscled, though his form was a little intimidating, being much larger than a Knecl male. In some ways, her service seemed natural - not only had he saved her people, but it seemed a trivial thing for his species to dominate hers, technologically or physically. She smiled, placing a hand carefully on his shoulder as she drew herself closer.<br><br>"I would very much like that..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 17:43:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion smiled, as his aline princess stepped closer to to his sitting form, running her eyes over his body, as she herself smiled. Well, at least she did seemed to find him attractive or at least that was the feeling he got some her, as she reached out and lightly touched his shoulder. For a moment, he gave her his own appraising look, before his arm swept up from the arm of the chair and wrapped around her waist. With a gentle ease, he pulled her trim form into his lap, his other hand on her thigh, guiding her, so that she straddled him, in a very pleasing manner, A slight shift and he comfortably took the weight of the smaller Knecl. <br><br>Lifting his hand from her thigh, he reached up and grasped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head just enough to look into his eyes, as his remaining fingers lightly stroked the underside of her slight muzzle and throat. His other hand began to explore along her hips, caressing slowly back until he reached the base of her tail. Deftly, he ran his fingertips along the appendage, enjoying the feel of her fur, as he watched for a reaction to his touch. <br><br>“It will help” he said softly, “But I will keep my gift, even if we’re not. Now, tell me Princess, everywhere you enjoy being touch and those new spots, you would enjoy being touched right now.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 13:13:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her ears flicked softly - one of her species forms of a blush - as he looked over her form, apparently passing that initial test as he took hold of her waist and drew her into her lap, her slender but firm body settling over his, straddling him, her light weight supported by him, her dress pooled around them, leaving her remarkably exposed yet still fully dressed.<br><br>Her eyes were bright, timid and a little anxious as he held her chin, not painfully but with a sense of control as his fingers traced over her neck, eliciting a soft shiver of pleasure, his other hand exploring the curve of her hips and rear to the soft fur of her tail, her eyes closing in pain.<br><br>"Thank you..." she smiled softly at the promise to be kept. "Even if we are not, I will find some way to be pleasing to you." She smiled at him softly, brushing his fingers with her muzzle and throat. "You have already found places that make me feel excited...and vulnerable." She eased one hand over the firm curve of her rear, while the other she held, drawing it down her neck to the swell of her breasts.<br><br>"There is the direct path - that will leave me moaning with desire - or a slower path, that would leave me feel quivering with need. Which would you wish to walk first?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 01:49:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well” said Trevion, his voice low and husky, as he looked up at the alien beauty on his lap, “I see no need to rush tonight. Lets take the slower path, my Vianna.” <br><br>The last two words were spoken with the tone of ownership, as if he had truly accept her as his and took pride in it. Maybe it was something deep within his subconscious, slipping its way out on his tongue but in any case, the idea of keeping her as his own, was already working its way into his thoughts. How long it would take, until he fully considered her his own, time could only tell.<br><br>The hand she had guided to her rear, caressed the firmed muscle and soft fur before grasping as much as he could hold. His fingers squeezed and kneaded slowly, as his own breathing deepened, his blood running hot. His eyes followed his other hand, where she had brought it between her breasts, his free fingers stroking her fur, splaying out slightly, to touch the swell of her breasts. Beneath her, his manhood throbbed with excitement, as blood rushed in to fill his shaft, straining against the fabric of his uniform trousers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 05:14:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed deeply at the statement 'my Vianna', and she did seem to take pride in it, her back straightening slightly. As she had said, it was an honor to her people, and she felt no shame in becoming this mans...pet? Slave? Plaything? She wondered what he would call her in time.<br><br>Shivering as he gripped her rear, and felt him stroke her sensitive breasts, she smiled.<br><br>"The slower path it is."<br><br>She pressed herself to him, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke. "Make me feel vulnerable. Your hands on my neck, a grip on my muzzle, your fingers in my mouth. Things that assume I am simply docile prey for you to do with as you like." She reached down, her fingers caressing his length through his uniform. "And see to it that I sate you before my needs are even considered. That is the slower path to my desire."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 05:42:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A smile was on the human Captain’s lips, as he listened to the slave girl describe how to take slower path. A deep rumbling sound of desire and arousal build in his chest, as his hips pushed upwards, when she touched his length. Drawing in a deep breath, he licked his lips, before lifting his hands from her body. Before she could protest, he grasped the hem of her light dress and pulled upwards, stripping the garment from her delightful form, allowing him to gaze on her, as she naturally was. <br><br>Tossing the dress aside, Trevion grasped her neck with one hand, his fingers just under her jaw and his palm pressed against her throat. He squeezed, not hard but enough to put a firm presser on her throat, as he tilted her head back, just enough for him to lean down and plant his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. His free hand was not idle, reaching around to caress down her spine, before lifting from her soft fur. Giving her a second to wonder what he was about to do, he brought his hand down, giving her rear a firm smack. <br><br>If she wanted to be used like a toy, for him to take his pleasure from her and not care if she got off, he could do that. Indeed, some of his favorite human partners had craved the same thing and as a dominate personally, as any naval captain had to be, it was his pleasure to provide them with a perfect partner, one who would enjoy it, when he finally brought them to their own pinnacle pleasure. <br><br>“Undo my belt” he whispered, breaking his kiss, “And take my cock out.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 05:47:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed to understand her instructions innately, and she felt the swell of his desire, her own heart pounding. Had she found the way to his heart, his desire for her? She watched as he lifted her hands up, and wriggled as he pulled off her light, diaphanous gown that had hinted so deliciously at her form. Now she was exposed in full, her soft fur, the swell of her breasts, taut thighs...all of it displayed for him.<br><br>She gasped with tension as he took her neck, his fingers settling below the delicate bones of her jaw, pressingly not firm enough to hurt, but to suggest that he <em>could</em>. True to her word, she was quivering as he kissed her, moaning as he stroked her spine, then yelping as his hand came down on her rear. Her head still arched up, her hands reached down and undid his belt, and the fastenings of his uniform trousers, digging eagerly to free his cock, her eyes widening as she grasped him and came to understand his true size.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 13:52:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion groaned softly, enjoying the alien sensation of furred fingers on his cock and a smile split his lips, when he saw her eyes widen. Well he wasn’t overly impressive by human standards of the day, not with some of the genetic tinkering some planets had done but he was an healthy nine inches long and thick enough to fill his partners and he had never gotten complaints. While it was plain and flattering that it was his size that had surprised her, what was the reason? Was it because she hadn’t expected him to be as big as the males of her race or was it that he was bigger than they were? <br><br>“Like what you found” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers, before he kissed her again. It was a quicker meeting of lips this time, as his hand caressed and rubbed her rear, working the shock of his last smack from her flesh. As his lips broke away from hers, he grabbed her rump with both hands, squeezing hard and kneading the firm muscle, as his hips thrust his manhood against her fingers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 16:33:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed at the kiss and nodded softly, her head tucked against his chest as he squeezed her rear, eliciting a moan from the girl as she continued to gently stroke him.<br><br>"I...did not know what to expect." She nuzzled him softly, looking up, her eyes soft and pliant. "D...does your species prefer its women..." she paused for a moment, fishing for the word. "Tight?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 23:27:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>“Does your species prefer its women...Tight?”</em><br><br>Ah, so the answer to the question was that he was bigger then her species. There was a pleased grin on Trevion face. Going from average to being large enough to concern his partner about being tight, was a wonderful boost to one’s ego. His hands tightened on her rear, squeezing harder than he had before, wanting to hear her moan again. The sound of her voice in pleasure, seemed to make his blood sing. <br><br>“Well” he said softly, “We both use loose women, as a mild insult and praise, depending on tone. I can’t speak for every men but I do like tight. I’m not too much for you, am I?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 23:33:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt him squeeze her rear again, pressing her slight body to his, and she moaned again in pleasure and agitation, squirming softly in his grip, blushing deeply as the conversation turned to the mechanics of his use of her.<br><br>"Then I...think you will find that pleasing." She blushed more deeply, but shook her head. "No...I...I think I will be fine, though I may take some time getting used to you." Timidly, she ducked her head against his chest. "Though of course my comfort is of...secondary concern."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 01:10:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her rump a third squeeze before delivering a light smack to the firm muscle. Shifting one of his hands to her hip, he reached up and gently grasped her muzzle, firmly making her look up into his eyes. For a moment, he just look at her, before placing a light kiss on her lips.<br><br>“Vianna” said Trevion, “You are mine and your comfort and pleasure, are my chief concerns when we’re together. If we have to go slow, for your comfort, we will and you will tell me what you need, understood?” <br><br>Releasing her muzzle, he reached down and grasped her hips with both of his hands. He pulled her close, so that her sex was pressed against his throbbing cock. Groaning softly, he started to grind against her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 05:15:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She diminutive feline let out another yelp, and a soft, almost hesitant noise when he gripped her muzzle, firmly raising hr eyes to look at his own, held transfixed, her gaze longing - and yielding, full of a desperate want to please him, to have him claim her fully, and honor the true spirit of how she had been given to him.<br><br>Vianna nodded weakly in his grip, her cheeks heating slightly as she murmured her assent, before he gripped her hips and pulled her close, wriggling softly as she felt him nestle against her, her sex warm against him, a soft groan of want escaping her.<br><br>"Is that what you wish...or do you yet want to agitate me?" She looked up at him, her breath coming in pants that drew his eye to her bust, and she looked very much the indulgent, eager toy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>01-04-2015, 02:17:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion smiled down at the panting alien feline, his eyes following her heaving chest. He didn’t say a word, not this time, even as his eager lover asked his intentions. She would find out when he wished. Instead, he shifted his grip on her hips and began to lift and lower her against him, rubbing her warm sex against his throbbing shaft. A soft groan escaped his chest, as pleasure ran through his manhood. She felt so much like a human woman but the soft sensation of her fur was strange, wonderful and primal.<br><br>“Is that what you want” he said softly, listening and watching Vianna carefully, wanting to bring her to the edge of orgasm, “For me to lift you up and slide you down on my cock, until your completely filled?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 23:16:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted him. Warm and wet and eager as he held her hips, using her almost like a doll as he rubbed her sex against him, the girl wriggling in pleasure, any hint of resistance gone.<br><br>She closed her eyes and nodded, pressing herself against him, panting softly, though she went beyond that when she spoke. "I wish to know what it is to be yours. Filled, and claimed, and made to be what you desire..."<br><br>There was need in the noblewoman's eyes, deeper than just her physical desire. She was truly devoted to the idea of being his - and excelling at that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 02:12:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion smiled, feeling the girl writhing in his grasp, as he continued to rub her against his cock. He almost let go of her hips, as she pressed her lithe body against him, her rising and falling breasts brushing against his still clothed chest. Part of his mind desired to feel her soft fur on his skin but the greater portion of his thoughts, wanted to stay just as they were. Not only would it have taken time away from the pleasure he was getting from her rubbing against him but it felt so right, for her to be utterly naked and serving his desires, while he was unclothed just enough for the deed. <br><br>Groaning deeply, the naval captain lifted his alien lover up, further then he had before, so that the head of his cock was pressed against her sex, the barest of efforts would see him sheathed inside her. For a long moment, he held her there, letting the anticipation grow before he slowly started to pull her down. A second, deeper groan escaped his chest, as she sank down on his shaft. His hands loosened their hold on her hips, letting Vianna take over and decide just how much of him, she could take at first. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 09:01:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wriggled and writhed against him, telegraphing her want, her interest and her desire with every movement of her lithe, soft form, the two of them a contrast - her power set aside, naked and wriggling on his lap, the captain, the savior of her people, still nearly fully clothed, his physical presence dwarfing her own. She felt him lift her up, his hands wrapped around her trim waist, the girl's fur soft beneath his hands, positioning her above him, the warmth of her sex nestling against the head of his cock.<br><br>And then he waited, prolonging her anticipation, leaving her literally dangling as she squirmed with desire, before he slowly began easing her down, her lips parting for him, welcoming into the tight, warm confines of her sex, his grip leaving her as he let her ease herself down under her own power, letting her test the limits of her physiology. She was tighter than any of his human partners had been, her passage a pleasant source of pressure against him, stretched taut around him. Yet she managed to slowly work her way down his shaft, whether blessed by alien elasticity, a tolerance for discomfort mixed with pleasure, or both, until her firm, furred flesh rested against his thighs, his length buried within her while she trembled, her eyes bright and pliant.<br><br>"It..." she groaned softly as she began to ease her way back up. "Seems you fit Captain..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 01:33:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a deep, throaty groan of pleasure, as Vianna eased her way down Captain Furniss’s manhood. By the Universal Truths, he had never felt anything like this before. Not even his virgin girlfriend, back all those years ago, when he had still been school, had been this tight. He had nothing to compare this feeling of mind numbing pleasure from the massaging pressure of her inner muscles. To experience this would be worth facing down the entirety of the Goerc Navy, every single one of their fleets and squadrons, from the oldest tub to the newest dreadnought, in the morning. <br><br>“Its a...” answered Trevion, his voice breathy, “Tight fit.....a wonderly...tight fit....my Vianna....”<br><br>As she started to rise, a shutter of ecstasy running through his body, his hands returned to her hips. Giving her a slight squeeze, he ran his fingers up her sides, enjoying the alien softness of her fur, before letting his hands drift to her chest. Cupping her breasts, he watched her through half lidded eyes, his thumbs rubbing smile circles over her nipples. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 05:49:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he heard his groan of pleasure, and it spurred her on, her thighs tense as she moved herself up and down him, stretched taut around him, yet eager enough that she slid easily down onto him once more, impaling herself with a soft, excited gasp of her own.<br><br>And then he called her his, and she tensed around him in response, her desire carried through the muscles of her body, the joy at being his, being accepted, and being wanted. He was the savior of her people, had brought her world back from the brink, and she wanted to pour that gratitude, that devotion into her service to him. And he was kind...<br><br>Moaning as his hands traced up her lean body, she gasped as he cupped her breasts, her narrow muzzle slightly open in pleasure, eyes wide as she continued to ride him, panting happily, clearly enjoying herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 23:40:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn’t take another thoughts or words, for the pair to find themselves in sync. As the lithe feline slowly raised and lowered herself on his cock, her human partner began to move his hips, gently thrusting up into her, as she came down, pulling back as she lifted herself. His hands slowly squeezed and kneaded her breasts, as his chest slowly swelled with deep powerful breaths. His eyes were locked on her, even as the pleasure racing through his whole being caused them to go unfocused. Deep throaty groans built and escaped from within him, as time slipped away. For right then, there was nothing beyond the chair he was sitting in and the tight, taut girl riding his manhood. <br><br>“Vi....Vianna” grunted Trevion, the inhuman pleasure she was giving him pushing him towards the edge, “I’m.......I’m....gonna.....cum....”<br><br>His hands slide down from her breasts, to grasp her hips, as if he was planning on lifting her from his cock, like she was a human woman. It was a subconscious action, one of long practice, to keep his partner, in a moment of passion, from becoming pregnant. Some small part of his mind, still thinking, despite being awashed in pleasure, kept him from picking the small alien female up, a slight conflict between the knowledge that he couldn’t have a child with her and instinct telling him that he might.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>25-04-2015, 05:39:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vianna rode him, enjoying the easy manner he had with her, as they synchronized their movements, the feline girl panting in pleasure as he kneaded her breasts, enjoying the feel of his hands and the pressure on her sensitive breasts, and the sound of his pleasure as he took her.<br><br>She pressed forward as he said he was going to climax, running her lean muzzle over his neck, feeling his grasp on her hips, and she realized he was lifting her up, hesitating...<br><br>Looking into his eyes, she shook her head. "It would take a very skilled gene-enginner to manage that Captain..." somewhat forcefully, she thrust deep into him, welcoming him into her depths. "You can do with me as you please. As you <em>truly</em> please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 01:00:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He might have laughed, as his partner guessed his mind and reminded him they would need a doctor of the highest caliber, to do what he had tried to prevent. Before he could pull her back&nbsp; on his manhood, from where his hands had stopped trying to lift her, she forcefully (for the first time this evening) drove herself down, impaling herself upon him. That quick, tight thrust sent pleasure racing through him. A deep groan turned quickly into a shout of bliss, as his hips pushed up against her. <br><br>His hands squeezed her hips hard, as a fire raced through his loins. When Trevion was driven as deep as he could go inside his lover, his cock pulsed, as cum flooded her womb. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense, in this moment of release, making the athletic naval captain as tight as a stretched spring. As his orgasm faded, his body relaxed, slowly slumping back into the chair, his chest heaving and heart hammering wildly. His hands slipped from her hips, sliding back to light cupped her rear.<br><br>“Damn” he whispered, unable to say more at the moment. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 01:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered in pleasure as she wriggled down on him, stretched tight and filled as he thrust into her, his grip on her hips holding her into place, feeling him climax, flooding her, letting out a soft, contented gasp of pleasure, feeling him relax, keeping his grip on her rear to support her perch on him, keeping him within her as he softened slowly.<br><br>Giving him a keen, happy yet timid smile, leaning languidly into his grip, her tight, curved rear pressed to his hands.<br><br>"And does that add clarity to your decision, my Captain?"<br><br>She leaned forward, nuzzling his neck with her lean muzzle. "Or must I demonstrate some qualities of owning me in further detail?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 02:11:44</strong>
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				<em>Is this what it feels like, to be a hero?</em><br><br>The thought drifted through Trevion mind, an errant musing, as he leaned back in the chair. Smiling, he squeezed and caressed the delightful rear, which his lover was pressing into his hands, as she nearly slumped against him. There was a soft, throaty sound, as she rubbed against him, asking if she need to demonstrate more benefits of owning her. His heart, which had been slowing, thumped strongly in his chest, as if those mere words were enough to reverse the flow of blood from his manhood. <br><br>Oh he did want more. After that first taste of this alien beauty, he wanted to enjoy her for the entire night. But first, he wanted to get out of his uniform. Grinning, he turned his head a little and glanced over at the bed. As he did so, the Captain’s eyes fell upon the open sides of the room and the pool of silvery light glowing on the floor, from a pair of twin moons rising over the mountains. At once, he knew the where and how of their next coupling. But still, there was the issue of his uniform. <br><br>“Oh” he said, his tone soft and teasing, “I think further demonstrations are in order, my Vianna.”<br><br>Lifting one of his hands from her rump, he gently grasped her jaw and tilted her face up, as he leaned down and kissed his slave girl. It would be several moments, before he broke the embrace. Reaching down, he grasped the back of her thighs and lifted her easily from his lap, as the beating of his heart, threatened to restore his cock to full strength. Holding her against his chest, he stood up and carried her over to the bed. Grinning, he laid her down, standing over her for a few seconds, looking her naked form over with smoldering desire in his eyes. <br><br>“Tell me” he said, voice husky as he pulled his shirt off, “Do your people practice oral sex?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>06-05-2015, 08:23:28</strong>
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				She watched him lose himself in his thoughts for a moment as he caressed her, her head ducking shyly at his decision that she would be further required to demonstrate the benefits of owning her, though there was also a distinct glint of pleasure in her eyes.<br><br>"Of course Sir."<br><br>Her head gripped in a way she found indescribably intimate, controlling yet gentle, she found herself being kissed once more, before being lifted off his lap and carried over to the bed, before being laid down on it, ever so slightly splayed so he could see all of what was now his.<br><br>It took her a moment to properly translate her question, her ears flicking slightly as she realized what he was asking. "We do Captain." She grinned up at him. "Though if we did not, would it not be my place to learn?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 02:39:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain smiled down at the alien women, as she answered him with a question of her own, asking him if wasn’t her place to learn the things he wanted. Tossing the shirt aside, he reached down, caressing her cheek and muzzle with a warm affection and a growing comfortability with her as his property. Most of his mind didn’t even find her question that strange, a good slave would learn all she needed to please her master.<br><br>“Of course” he said, his voice still rich and husky, “But I wanted to know if you need to be taught or if you already knew the basics.” <br><br>Grinning, he drew his hand away and reached for the waist of his dress trousers. With ease, he thrust his thumbs past the belt loops and into the waistband of his boxers beneath. Pushing down, he freed himself of the last of his garments, leaving him as naked as his lover. With a wave of his hand, he gestured at his semi-erect cock, inviting the feline to show her skills. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>08-05-2015, 09:30:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed to be growing more used to the idea of her as a thing - a cherished thing, perhaps, but most certainly his property. Free with his hands on her face, and her statement not eliciting the same protest it might have a few hours ago, had the Princess of her people proposed she would have to learn an entirely foreign sexual technique merely to suit his whim.<br><br>She smiled up at him. "The basics I do know..."<br><br>Crawling to him, she remained on all fours on the bed, her body held for his view as she approached, her tongue, warm and broad and soft tracing over his sensitive skin, wrapping around it for a moment before she wrapped her lips around him, drawing her in. The girl's muzzle made her face leaner and longer than a humans, but more narrow, her jaw already stretched wide around him, his slave clearly being careful with her teeth. Letting out a wet, muffled groan, she drew him in more than most human women managed comfortably before she began to work slowly up and down him, her eyes turned up to him for guidance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 22:20:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In a galaxy of human and alien inhabited planets, Trevion had never seen such an arousing sight, as the one before him. His lover, his new alien slave girl, crawled towards him one all fours, looking like a hunting cat. The way her graceful feline form moved, beautiful and deadly at the time, roused his manhood to full strength, even before she touched him. There was an unbelievable eroticism, to the soft, gentle way this predator took his cock into her mouth, caring not to catch him with her teeth, as the light of twin moons filled the room. His own groan was deep,&nbsp; as he felt and saw just how he filled her muzzle, as she took more of his length then any partner he had before, could have been able to. <br><br>The Captain almost thanked God, right as she looked up at him, that he had already orgasmed recently. The unworldly nature of this blowjob and those eyes, would have made him cum, save for the fact that he had just recovered. Instead his smiled approvingly down at her, resting one hand on the top of her head, providing gentle encouragement, as she drew another groan of pleasure from his chest. Leaning forwards slightly, he raised his free hand and delivered a light smack to her rear, not in punishment but in play, as he grabbed the tone flesh and soft fur, squeezing and caressing. <br><br>“Damn” he said in a husky whisper. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>02-06-2015, 06:00:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Whether or not the Princess had been prepared to face life as a slave mere days before, she seemed to be throwing herself into her role now, pressing her muzzle down to take more of his length, mindful of her teeth as she sucked with enthusiasm, her tongue continuing to dance over him as she went deeper, letting out a soft, contented sounding gurgle as she began bobbing her head up and down, her eyes flickering closed for a moment as his hand came to rest on the top of her head, their relative sizes conveying a note of power in the gesture whether he intended it to or not.<br><br>When he slapped her rear, the firm flesh jiggling just slightly, her squeal of surprise was muffled by his cock, though the vibration danced down his length, and her gaze turned somehow more submissive as he kneaded her flesh as she worked him toward another climax, her tail flicking once in contentment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-07-2015, 22:45:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just when Trevion&nbsp; thought that this couldn’t get any better, the muffled squeal his slave girl let out, sent new, wonderful ripples of pleasure racing through his shaft. Was there no end to the amazing abilities and skills of this former princess? Even as he continued to fondle her lovely rump, he looked down to find her gazing up at him with this smoldering, submissive need to please him. Those eyes almost made him cum, right then and there and that look would forever stay within his mind, the mere act of remembrance sending blood rushing to fill his manhood. <br><br>A deep, throaty groan escaped him, as he watched her bobbing up and down on his cock. Still keeping one hand on her head, he slid the other over slightly, so that his fingers could caress and tease her sex, giving back some of the pleasure she was giving him. Maybe he could even make her orgasm, before she brought the eruption of his release, although she was getting him very very close, with each motion of her talented mouth and skilled tongue. <br><br>“Oh God” grunted the Captain, “Damn girl.....your gonna.....make.....me...explode.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>11-07-2015, 09:27:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He clearly enjoyed the sounds she made, and there was something about his pleasure that made her want to give him more. As such, as he fondled her taut rear end, her eyes still gazing up at him, she gave a soft little moan of pleasure, feeling him pulse within her as she bobbed her head, letting his hand guide her as his other hand began to toy with her sex.<br><br>She had been chosen well for this duty, and the feel of his hands on her sent a thrill up her spine and elicited another squeal of pleasure, her lithe body contorting to press against his hand, the pace and depth of her strokes increasing as she began to race him, though she paused ever so slightly on occasion to prolong the journey.<br><br>Finally, she had had to much, and she came once again, her eyes closing in pleasure, and as she did she forced herself down onto him, her cries of pleasure wet and muffled as she took him into her throat, her tongue working as she tried to bring him to his crest as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>13-07-2015, 00:28:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The second squeal and the contortions of the lithe beautiful feline, nearly brought Trevion to orgasm. Or maybe it was the sudden deepening of her oral efforts, making his heart race, his lungs heave and the delightful tightening of his muscles, as his fingers continue to tease and fondle. God above, he might have fallen in love with his war prize or at least he would always lust after this skilled Knecl. Sweat had started trickle down, along the play of his muscles and he could barely hold back, his eyes half lidded with the throbbing pleasure, when his slave girl started crying out in pleasure, around his manhood. She pushed herself forwards, taking his full length into her tight throat, her tongue dancing along his length and he couldn’t take anymore.<br><br>The Naval Captain’s head tilted back, as his balls tightened against the base of his cock. A deep, almost primal groan tore itself from his throat, turning into a half bellow, as his shaft pulsed. A thick eruption of fire from his loins, surged into her throat, as his hand hold her down on his manhood, keeping her there, until he had unloaded fully, his muscles clenching and then relaxing, until only random throbs ran through his shaft, bringing a few spurts of his seed, to hang in drops of his head. Breathing hard, he gently let her come up for air, as he continued to stroke her sex, teasing her with the possibility he might slip his finger deep into her. <br><br>“God” he breathed, looking down at her with a warm smile of affection, “That was.....amazing.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>14-07-2015, 04:43:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wriggled in pleasure as he reached his climax, and to her surprise his hand held her in place as he flooded her throat, his newly minted slave writhing softly as he held her in place, gulping quietly until he released her, coming off his cock with a wet pop and a soft, almost playful gasp. The feline continued to grind against his finger as she looked up, a smile on her face as she nuzzled his length.<br><br>"Thank you Sir." She arched her back, pressing against him.<br><br>She gave him a coy expression, her eyes still wide and bright. "Does this mean you might find keeping a princess as a slave and trophy...pleasing?" There was a tone of hope in her voice - for all the strangeness of it, and the power of her former position, the girl seemed actively to want to serve as his property.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>18-07-2015, 04:51:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion&nbsp; looked down on the alien woman, her eyes bright and eager, nuzzling his relaxing manhood, so soon after taking a load from him, arching her back, so that she could grind her sex against his hand and smiled. She had asked him if it would be pleasing to keep her. Well after the demonstrations of the benefits of that, how could he refuse? Besides, he suspected she would want to celebrate his decision to keep her, although he might need a few minutes, before he was ready for that. <br><br>The hand he was resting on her head, slowly trailed down, until he was able to lightly but firmly grasp her throat, his thumb and forefinger just under her jaw. Gently, he drew the lithe alien up on her knees and leaned down, kissing her deeply. His other arm had wrapped around her thigh, to keep his hand on her sex, caressing and teasing her. It was some time before he broke their lip’s embrace and when he did, he was breathing deeply.<br><br>“I don’t know about a princess” the Naval Captain half whispered in a low voice, “But I find keeping you, much more than pleasing.” <br><br>Smiling, he pulled both of his hands away from her, for just a second, before scooping the lovely little alien up in his arms. Before she might protest or squeak in surprise, he held her to his chest, as he got on the bed and laid down, finally setting her down to lay across him, her rump resting on his manhood and her back on his chest. Settling her there, his hands quickly slide over her, one cupping her breast and the other slipping between her legs. Two fingers began to caress her sex again, as he rubbed and tugged on her nipple, tilting his head a little to nibble on her ear. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>30-07-2015, 05:33:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wiggled and squirmed at his touch, clearly primed - be it psychologically, biologically, or simply because she wished to be pleasing - to his touch. She closed her eyes as his fingers trailed down her face, staying still as he gripped her jaw, submitting to the touch, allowing the dominant gesture that - to a species that was as overtly predatory as her - was intensely vulnerable. Her heart pounded under his fingers, and she was drawn up, moaning into the kiss with longing and hope.<br><br>She blushed softly, ducking her head. "In fairness, as your pet, I would no longer be a princess."<br><br>The feline alien winked. "Though I'm sure you could make me a tiara if you found the look pleasing." She let out a soft squeal of surprise as he lifted her up in his arms, settling against his chest until he laid her down atop him, gasping as he cupped her breasts and resumed toying with her, squirming helplessly in his grip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>06-10-2015, 00:28:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion growled softly, playfully, as his little slavegirl squirmed atop him. Although it was not as close to a true growl as the clearly feline Knecl could make, it was fairly good for a human. As he continued to tease her with his hands, a idea come to his mind. It was more then a little wicked but if she was his pet, she would have to obey his commands. Maybe he should test just how far she could go, at least where pleasure was to be found and he did love the way she mewled and moaned. What lovely variations of those sounds would she make, when she was not only filled to her core with pleasure but kept from releasing it until he allowed her to do so? <br><br>"Now my Vianna" he whispered, still nibbling lightly on her ear, "You are not to cum, until I give you permission. You are allowed to ask, beg and plead for that permission however."<br><br>Smiling to himself, the Captain slipped two fingers into her sex and his thumb on her clit. With skilled hands, speaking of many partners, he began to rub her clit, as his fingers curled and wiggled, stroking inside her to see if she had a g-spot, like a human female would. His other hand was not idle, as he rolled her nipple between his fingers or pinched and tugged on the pleasure bud. Growling again, he lowered his head slightly, to kiss along her neck and shoulder, placing a few soft love bites, listening and feeling for her reactions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>07-10-2015, 10:23:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The lithe little girl squirmed and wriggled atop him, and the rumble of desire - while not perfectly emulating that of her people - conveyed his pleasure well enough, and it caused her fur to prick slightly with desire. Shivering with pleasure, she let his hands tease her, unaware that he was considering testing her, probing at the measure of her obedience and devotion.<br><br>She gasped as he nibbled her sensitive ear, and murmured her agreement, letting out a muffled whimper of pleasure as his fingers slipped within her, his thumb settling on her clit. While her anatomy was not perfectly that of a human woman, through some trick of physiology she was close enough that his skills were put to good use, and he got a swift handle on what she enjoyed by following the soft little whimpers, moans and squeals of the creature resting atop him. She was, compared to human partners, deliciously responsive, her g-spot slightly easier to reach in her petite form, and soon she was quivering atop him, trying to wriggle a little out of his grip to grant herself some reprieve, perhaps to buy herself time.<br><br>"Please Master...please let me cum. I can't stand it..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>09-10-2015, 00:00:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“No” <br><br>It was a single word, easily spoken and said in a low, soft voice, that of lover but with the full weight of command and authority of a Naval Captain on the bridge of his ship in battle. He was not to be refused, his orders obeyed and unquestioned. And yet, his voice lacked the fire of battlefield but was instead filled with the gentleness of a teacher, guiding a student to push further and harder than they ever could before. Demanding and encouraging at the same time, wanting nothing but the best effort from the lovely alien. <br><br>But Trevion kept making it harder for Vianna to obey. Each one of this delightful whimpers and moans guide his fingers, keeping the pleasure flowing through her. A smile crossed his lips, as she writhed in his arms, wiggling and squirming atop him, making him work to keep her in his grip. Even when she almost managed to slip free, he never stop toying with her nipples or caressing her most sensitive parts of her sex. He wanted her mewling with need, her begging slurred with the urge to cum, when her tongue was able to form the words.<br><br>Not to mention, all of the lithe female movements, along with those arousing noises she was making, was awakening his own desires. Hot blood raced through his body, pouring into his manhood, filling his cock. A deep groan escaped him, when her wiggling brought her lovely ass to rest on his hard shaft, rubbing against him. For a moment, he just wanted to thrust deep into her, to fill his alien slave with his manhood and make her scream with joy for it. But he was still testing the girl and she would get to enjoy his cock soon enough. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 07:56:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At his refusal, there was a small whimper of agitation from the girl, a groan of desire. Yet the tone he used - he wasn't a lover, or even a flattered dignitary sent a pretty girl to entertain him. It was a tone of command, voiced with experience and a familiarity with being obeyed, and the thought that she could do otherwise didn't even enter her mind.<br><br>Her legs were trembling as she tried to hold herself back, to pour herself into his voice, to do as he told her. It kept getting harder, as his fingers grew more used to her form, where on her lithe little body she enjoyed being touched. The wriggled frantically as she tried to keep her climax at bay, panting eagerly, letting out little mewling pleas. She felt his length against her rear end, and pressed down, as if to bribe him for his assent.<br><br>"P...please Master, let me cum...I'll do anything you like...please..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 21:40:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The naval captain drew in deep, slow breathes, as he played with his princess, forcing his will upon her and his own desires. It was a mental effort of the greatest order, to keep his heart from hammering against his ribs and the blood from pounding in his ears. But he was going to stay in control. It was important, this first night with the reward for his honor, to prove no matter how strong his or her lusts were, that it was his will that decided, that he was to be the master of both their fates, in pleasure and danger. No matter the situation, all she needed to do was look to him for guidance. <br><br>And for that, he needed to know their limits, which they were both approaching. He could tell from her frantic writhing and mewling, that soon she would have no choice but to disobey and trying to push her any further, would hurt her. Maybe in time, he could bring her further, with teasing and training but not tonight. Besides, he had his own concerns. His raging erection was nearly painful, as the blood filled shaft of muscle strained. And yet pleasure was flowing through his veins, as her shapely rump, covered in soft fur, rubbed against his cock, in a wordless cry for release, promising, begging and pleading with his very body.<br><br>“A little more” he whispered in her ear, his voice thick and husky but praising and encouraging, “A little more......be a good kitten.....a little longer.....thats my Vianna...” <br><br>His fingers seem to pick up speed, as he teased and toyed with her sex and nipple. His hips rolled against her rear, as their bodies mimicked the dance of joining between them, with the slightest of shifts, threatening to make the dance real. A throaty groan built in his throat but he forced it down, creating a vibrating, nearly soundless rumbling in his chest.”<br><br>“Now Cum”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>27-10-2015, 23:07:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The little royal's pleas and whines were becoming more frantic, though she fought her own body's responses to comply with his will, to be what he wished her to be, to yield to that control. She wriggled atop him, feeling herself grow ever closer, the fight harder, worried that she would soon fail, disobeying him out of...weakness? His own skill at her body?<br><br>She was shaking as he told her just a little more, and she half expected him to thrust into her when he told her to come, panting softly, holding on to being called a good little kitten, the feel of him against her, and her want to please him. Finally, he told her she could cum, and she did, the tension ebbing out of her with a cry of pleasure, her body going slack atop him as her orgasm washed over her body.<br><br>"T...thank you Master."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 02:54:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion’s heart thumped against his ribs, as blood roared through him, hot and thick with his burning desire for the lithe, feline alien, as she cried out in joy atop him. His fingers slowed their torturous teasing, as the tension flowed joyfully from her writhing body, until she was laying limp, splayed across his chest. His fingers drew away from her most sensitive areas, to lightly grasp her lovely hips. He leaned in, nuzzling and nipping her neck and shoulders, as she recovered from his test, feeling her breath and listening to each gasp and sigh. His own erection throbbed, eager and ready, demanding, each slight movement from either one of the pair, rubbing her shapely rump along his shaft. <br><br>“You did very good Kitten” he whispered in her ear, after several long moments, waiting until he was sure her orgasmic haze had faded some. There was a proud smile across his lips, as the Captain allowed his newly acquired slave girl take a few dozen more heart beats, before sitting up. He gathered her up in his arms, holding her to his chest, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Keep her close and comfortable, he strode away from the bed, passed through the privacy field and out onto the railed balcony.<br><br>There, bathed in the pure and unfiltered of the twin moons, he slowly set her down on her own feet, turning her so that she faced him. As the ever present breeze flowed around the pair, he reached up, gently grasped her throat and tilted her head back. Leaning down, he kissed her deeply, his passion and desire flowing into her, his fingers lightly caressing her neck. His other hand slipped around and took her tail, idly stroking, as his hard manhood pressed against the soft fur of her tone stomach. <br><br>A small part of his mind, somewhere in the back, still working despite the overwhelming primalness of his mental state, wondered if this world had a media culture like most human ones. If they did, without a doubt, there would be hundreds of blood sucking reporters and paparazzi looking up towards them, hoping to get a glimpse of the princess and the human commander. Such would be situation on any human world. If there would, his mind concluded, all of the Knecl would see just how much he was enjoying their most royal gift.<br><br>“Now my Vianna” said Trevion in a half whisper, his voice thick and husky, as he broke the kiss, “I want you to worship my cock, with your mouth and tongue before you bend over the railing and present yourself to me.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 09:13:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lay limp against him, helpless atop his form as his grip shifted to her hips, feeling his length against her rear, expecting him at any moment to simply claim her - atop him, or thrown down on the floor like a rag doll. She let out a contented purr at his praise, slowly recovering as he sat up, scooping up her smaller form in his arms, holding her to his chest. She closed her eyes for a moment, until she felt the slight shift in the wind that meant they had passed the privacy field. She gasped, and her eyes shot open, wide and bright as he carried her onto the balcony.<br><br>She looked up at him, her eyes timid, her ears against her skull. True to his suspicion, there were onlookers in the crowd, people hoping to see a glimpse of the couple from behind the curtains, to say they had been there, in the palace, the night their species was pulled from the brink. Word of their appearance would, of course, spread through the palace swiftly, and in short order, they would have an audience.<br><br>"But...they'll..." A flicker of recognition crossed her face, and she blushed. "You wish them to. You want them to see you claiming their Princess as a plaything." He set her down, and she knelt, nuzzling his cock with her muzzle. "Who am I to disobey my Master?" Once she had bathed his length with his tongue and welcomed him into her mouth, hard and glistening, she rose, going to the balcony and bending over so her breasts were hanging over the edge, her gaze looking out on her people, before she turned her head around to look at him.<br><br>"Will you take me, my lord?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 22:30:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes looked out and down from the tower, as his new pet knelt before him. The feeling of her talented tongue drew his gaze back from the small figures below, where they looked up from the grounds or watched from rooftops. A look of pride and caring settled across his features, as a deep groans escaped his lips, as the lithe feline went to work on his manhood, muzzling, lapping and finally, the warm, tight feeling of her mouth and throat around his shaft. His fingers teased the tips of her ears, as he kept himself from holding her down on his cock. As wonderful as she felt at that moment, he had a plan. <br><br>Hot desire burned in Trevion’s eyes, when Vianna rose from her worship and bent over the balcony, offering him one of the best views he had ever seen. Stepping forwards, he grasped her hips, lifting her up on her tiptoes, the head of his cock pressing against her sex, the muscle throbbing, as he teased her slightly, holding off from claiming his prize. He leaned over her, giving one of her ears a love nip, before lowering his head a little further, so he could whisper to her, so that none would be able to read his lips.<br><br>“Not just a plaything” he said softly, “But a beloved gift, which I will cherish all my life and I want those who gave me such a wonderful thing, to see just how much I’m enjoying their present.” <br><br>Smiling, the human naval officer pushed forwards, slowly filling the tight alien sex. A throaty groan flowed from his throat, as he fully sheathed himself deep inside her. Taking a moment, he paused, grinding against her rump before gently pulling back. From their position, he could easily have started to pound her hard and fast, driving himself down into her but he was sure she wasn’t ready for that and he wanted her people to see pleasure, not pain on the face of their former princess. Instead he started a steady rhythm of deep, slow thrusts, filling her each time with his manhood, grunting and groaning with each one. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 07:17:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew what he was expecting, and she told herself to that this was not only her duty to him, but her duty to her people. What was her embarrassment, compared to the news that would spread across her world that they had accepted her gift, that her people had been taken under the protective aegis of the Terran League? Weeks ago, as her people were on the verge of extermination, if you had asked her if she would have accepted being raped in the central square to save them, she would have said yes - what light a burden was this, serving a man who treated her as a cherished pet?<br><br>Her attentive tongue and small, warm mouth brought him swiftly to readiness, and she moaned as he pressed into her, letting herself go, allowing him to use her as he saw fit, her body displayed to a rapidly assembling crowd. She shivered beneath him as he told her she was a beloved gift, and nodded. "Let me people...let them see that. Please..." She didn't know what her life would hold - she was his now, property of a Terran officer. It was possible, when they left her world, that they would not return to it. This was, in some ways, a remembrance. She doubted anyone would forget the princess made into a pet.<br><br>The squeaked softly as he filled her, but his pace was gentle, pleasure and desire written all over her face as he thrust into her, her breasts swaying in the night air as she cried out in pleasure. "Yes Master..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 03:53:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion groaned softly, as he thrust deep into Vianna, listening to his little pet crying out in her own joy. The sound was low and drawn out, as he pulled back, the tight alien sex sending waves of pleasure through the core of his being. In the moment, before he pushed back into her, he realized the crowd below, was silent, as if waiting with bated breath, to see if Human and Knecl could reach the greatest levels of bliss with one another. There was a smile on his lips, as the slight feeling of being an actor on a stage, came to him, already knowing the answer to their greatest questions, if he was pleased with them and if both races could be happy. As his hips pushed against her firm rump, he leaned forwards over her again, nibbling lightly on her ear. <br><br>“My Vianna” he whispered softly, giving her hips a light squeeze, “You know you have to ask my permission to cum.....but right now....until we go back inside.....you are allowed.....no commanded....to cum often.......and you dont....have to ask...” <br><br>With a deep grunt, he picked up the pace a little, his thrusts coming slightly faster but just a filling as they had been before, as the Captain kissed the top of his pet’s head. On the next full stroke, he raised his head a little and let out a much louder groan of primal pleasure, thick with desire for more, with the hope that the sound would reach the waiting crowd below the pair. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 02:51:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She saw the silent crowd as well, looking up at her in a mix of curiosity and reverence, not quite sure what to make of her. Yesterday, she had been their Princess. Now...she was something. Something both less and more. A slave to an alien race, a trinket. But also a symbol of their salvation, a final cost paid for their security.<br><br>She felt him press deep inside her small form as he pressed to her hips, pressing her hips, and reminding her that even something so basic as her own climaxes were no longer truly her own. But for this moment, he gave her leave. Leave to express her pleasure, and more than that, a command to do so.<br><br>She squealed with pleasure as he thrust faster, filling her, stretching her taut, pounding into her petite form. Having been so recently sent over the edge, sensitive and eager, her first climax came quickly, as a shuddering cry that filled the square. She panted softly, her voice heavy with need. "My breasts Master...please...take them. O...or my throat...show them..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 20:27:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a smile on Trevion’s face, as his lithe slave girl squealed in pleasure, at his increase of speed and his own groan followed, loud enough to be heard below, just before her cry echoed out to the crowd. His eyes went half lidded, his mind was flood in pure pleasure, as her body contracted and pulsed around his manhood in her first public orgasm. His breathing went ragged, as he kept thrusting deep, driving his shaft in and out of her taunt sex. God, she was one, if not the best partner he had ever had. That smile grew, she breathily begged for his hands to move on her body. <br><br>His only answer was an approving grunt, as his fingers slide along her form. He would fulfill both requests. As if in time with the thrusts of his hard cock, one of his hands cupped her breast, squeezing and kneading, before capturing her nipple with his fingers. His other hand slipped up, lightly grasping her throat. He caressed her windpipe, before slipping his fingers just under her jaw, holding firm but gently, tilting her head back, until she was looking up at the mass expanse of the night sky, glittering with far stars and the glow of her home moons. It was as if he was saying, he would take her there, to each and everyone of those diamonds of light. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>25-11-2015, 01:02:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body jerked as he thrust into her, the sounds of their pleasure carried into the courtyard, the people below growing a little louder as they began to talk to each other about the spectacle before them, the sight of the princess clearly being used, unaware that as they spoke, she was quite literally begging for more. She shuddered with pleasure as he cupped her generous bust, toying with her sensitive nipple as the other hand grasped her throat, settling in a firm grip around her jaw.<br><br>The crowd beneath her gasped - whether he fully understood it or not, doing so was a sign of profound trust on her part, and something approaching a sexual taboo. Her back arched, gazing up at the stars and the moon of her home, her body drawn tight like a bowstring, she came once more, letting out a pleasured, exhausted cry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>19-12-2015, 03:07:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even in the haze of pleasure and the overwhelming demands of a lust so near to being sated, some part of Trevion, noticed how exhausted his new slavegirl sounded. Even now, he could feel his own muscles straining, as he thrust deep into her womb and small droplets of sweat on his brow and back. How good of an impression would it be, if they both collapsed when they were done? Perhaps he should have taken Vianna out ot the balcony, at the beginning of their explorations of each other’s pleasure? When they had been both fresh and primed but then again, he hadn’t even been sure he wanted to take her then, so thrown off by her presenting herself as his property. <br><br>“One more” he panted, lightly squeezing the throat of feline being, “.....one...more...my Vianna....cum...one more....time....with me...” <br><br>Breathing hard and deep, he grunted with pleasure and effort. His thrusts were no longer the gentle, slow ones he had started with, when he first took the princess turned slave, before the eyes of her people, but deep, fast powerful ones, showing off his own manly ability. Each time his hips slammed against her rump, he groaned that he was close, that she needed to just hold on a little longer. His fingers continued to tease her nipple and hold her throat, even as muscles began to burn with a sweet pain.<br><br>And then, he slammed deep inside her, his head going back as he let out a loud, primitive bellow, like a studding bull. When he was fully sheathed inside her, his manhood pulsed with white fire, as for the second time that night, he filled her alien womb with his human seed. Sweat trickled down his spine, as his hand left her breast, to grip the railing, to make sure she didn’t fall down upon his lover, although he kept that grip on her jaw, as his head came back down, as his own body, muscles clenched tight, began to relax. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>04-01-2016, 00:06:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The newly made slave girl jerked under his thrusts, unable to suppress her cries, her people watching below as she was taken freely, reduced, apparently willingly and eagerly, to this human's pet. A slave, to denote her people's new status as a client race of Terra, even if that hadn't been Trevion's plan or intent. Her legs trembled, her smaller form surrendering to his pleasure, and she nodded weakly in his grip, her throat still bared for him, feeling the gentle squeeze that conveyed power without threat.<br><br>Any gentleness he had shown her had faded, her passage little more for a vessel for his desire, and she let out little squeaks and cries of discomfort as well as pleasure as he toyed with her, taking her forcefully, turning her into...what she was. Her passage fluttered, tightening, as she tried to hold back her own climax, spurred on not only by his actions but a deep want within herself, and she squealed when he came, tensing against him as her own climax poured through her, leaving her limp as she rested between him and the railing, her heard pounding beneath his fingertips.<br><br>His slave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-01-2016, 02:15:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion breathed hard, gulping down air, as he leaned heavily on the hand grasping the railing. All around him, the universe seemed to shrink, turning everything around him and the limp feline alien, into a fuzzy haze, from which no sound could enter. All he could heard was the hammering of his own heart, as he rested there, his cock still buried deep inside his slavegirl. Thought slowly began to trickle back in and a smile spread across his lips, when he realized he could feel her own wild pulse, beneath the finger tips he had on her neck. Shifting slightly, he kissed the top of her head, as he loosened his grip and began stroking her throat, waiting there was strength returned to his limbs.<br><br>After some time, he could never be clear on how long, the tall naval captain stood straight. Not even looking down at the crowd still watching, he trailed his hand down from Vianna’s throat, until he was able to wrap that arm around her waist. With a soft groan, he pulled back, withdrawing his relaxing manhood from her womb. Still smiling, he gathered the girl up in his arms, holding her close to his chest, before turning and walking careful back into the room he had been given, making sure not to stumble, although his legs felt more than a little wobbly, just then.<br><br>He didn’t even set her down but fell back on the bed, his arms keeping his alien lover on his chest, even though she bounced a little. Once he had her settled, his arms relaxed, as he sprawled out, breathing steady, his hands idly running over the feline atop him, as his eyes fought to keep open.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>12-01-2016, 09:16:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl was held in place, limp in his grasp, her throat bare, body impaled on him, her own legs taut and stretched to help support her weight, letting out a soft sound of contentment as he loosened his grip on her. He slid easily from her exhausted body, her light form born easily in his arms as he carried her back inside, instinctively huddling against her as her eyes fluttered shut, the slave-princess falling into an exhausted sleep atop her owner.<br><br>The next day, he would awake to the sound of movement - and the lack of a feminine form atop him. Instead, Vianna was dressed in a sheer white dress that hide very little, setting a tray of food beside his bed, some sort of juice and what looked like water waiting as well in cut-crystal glasses, clearly some of the palace's best.<br><br>"Good morning Master." She smiled softly, kneeling beside the bed. "Breakfast?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>12-01-2016, 22:57:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sleep came easily, the naval Captain drifting away into peaceful bliss before his hands even stopped stroking the feline alien’s back. Deep and dreamless was his slumber, as this world turned around it’s star, as communications screamed across the planet. Images, videos and&nbsp; conversations about the humans who had saved them. The most popular, being of their former princess and the noble human commander, although pictures from the banquet and tales from others who had entertained their off world guests, were growing in interest. If everything was true, the Knecl would enjoy if their worlds, should they recover enough to colonize again, became popular liberty ports for the League’s Navy and merchant fleet. <br><br>Normally, it took very specific sounds to wake Trevion. His ship was a living one, often with the echoing of some work being done to replace systems or the strange, barely there hum of the engines or the thrum of the FTL drive. Of course there was always the motion of the crew, performing their duties, going to their watch stations or taking down time. However, there had never been movement in his stateroom, to wake him before and the strangeness of that, drew him from his sleep. <br><br>He blinked, shifting slowly, as he took in the room once again, before looking over to the side, towards the source of the sounds that had awakened him. There was a vision, to arouse the mind and blood. Vianna, his slavegirl, wearing a dress that might has well not have been there, kneeling besides the bed. He matched her smile, sitting up, as he looked over at the offering of breakfast, his stomach rumbling slightly. This was something he could get used to, even if as a naval officer, he shouldn’t. <br><br>“Good morning” said Trevion, shifting to the edge of the bed and swing his legs over, so he was sitting right in front of his alien lover, in all of his nakedness. Reaching down, he gently wrapped his right hand around the feline’s muzzle, caressing softly, as he took the glass of water in his free hand and quickly down it. <br><br>“Have you eaten” he asked, his hand slipping down to stroke her throat.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 08:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled gently up at him as he sat beside her, apparently nonplussed - or at least accepting - of his own casual nudity, blushing when he wrapped his hand around her muzzle, caressing her in a way she knew had a profound effect on her mentally. He could almost see her responding just to the touch.<br><br>Arching her neck as his hand moved, she shook her head.<br><br>"No Master. My kind...have slightly different metabolic needs to your own, based on our understanding." Likely the same understanding that had let them prepare a feast for their saviors, or determine that she would be a compatible - and satisfying - bed slave. "I only need about one meal a day."<br><br>She ducked her head slightly, nuzzling his hand. "But I believe there is much planned for you today, and I thought you might appreciate starting off with a good meal."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>06-02-2016, 23:33:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion smiled affectionately down at the feline nuzzling his hand, as he took in her words. One meal per day, well he could understand that. Her kind were plainly descended from large predators and those large cats on Earth (and a few that were close enough looking to cats on other worlds), could go days between hunts. Hell, humans still operated by the rule of three, three minutes without air, three days without water and three weeks without food, before they died. Of course, three square meals a day, helped keep humans at their best. He wondered just how much other big cats her people were. <br><br>“Thank you” he said, taking her muzzle in his hand again, “My Vianna.” <br><br>Holding her with one hand and taking a utensil close to a fork in the other, the naval captain began to enjoying the strange flavors of the alien cuisine. For a moment, he pondered, had she cooked this breakfast? After all, if the Knecl only ate once a day, would that be breakfast, lunch or dinner? If it wasn’t breakfast, had she gone and prepared something for him or had she roused the palace chefs in order to bring him a meal? He hoped it was the latter, the rest of his crew would need breakfast too and he wasn’t going to force them all to head back up the ship to get it, although he was going to send about half of them, to let those who had to stay behind get a chance to stretch their legs and keep his frigate in fighting condition. <br><br>As he took the first few bites from the plate, he considered his slave girl. Last night seemed a blur of passion and pleasure but he did remember her enjoyment of having her muzzle and throat held. What else had she mentioned about her pleasure, as she had pressed herself against him, her hand caressing his manhood, his mind reeling from simulation and the fact she had been given to him? His blood warmed at those memories, flowing down to his length, not bringing him to full erection but thickening with his arousal. <br><br>And then his mind found what he was searching for. She had also mentioned fingers in her mouth and anything which would treat her like prey, not a predator. Her passions would be stoked, like he used her for his own desires and did not concern himself with hers. His lips lifted in another smile, around the fork. Oh, he could do that for her. Without even looking, his hand moved again, drawing his fingers along her muzzle, until her chin rested in his palm, his fingertips caressing her throat and his thumb pressed against her lips, in a wordless order for her open. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>24-02-2016, 10:25:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She arched her head slightly as he took her muzzle in his hand, beaming with what looked like pride when he called her "My Vianna". She inclined her head almost imperceptibly. "Of course Master."<br><br>While she had not cooked the meal herself - the palace kitchen staff had cooks far more skilled than she was, and breakfast was being prepared for the rest of the crew who came down with him as well, albeit with slightly less attention given to theirs than to the Captain's - she felt as anxious as if she had, wanting to be pleasing to him, to have her efforts to ease his life greeted well - and to not have made the savior of her people sick to his stomach. When he seemed to be eating contentedly, she relaxed, simply waiting until she was needed, the wisp of a dress she wore moving in the morning breeze.<br><br>She didn't have to wait long until she felt his eyes on her again, considering her in the light of a new day - and she found herself hoping she was not found wanting. She was swiftly reassured by his movements, the casually dominant way he cupped her chin and pressed his thumb to her lips, her muzzle parting at the slight pleasure, yielding her mouth to him, her posture seeming suddenly quite submissive, her eyes submissively up at him as she surrendered any notion she had of power.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>25-02-2016, 19:49:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trevion smiled broader, as he speared another morsel on the plate and felt his slave girl’s lips part for him. Without hesitation, as if putting his most important digit between the teeth of a predator, was nothing to be concerned about, he slipped his thumb into her mouth. Taking another bite of breakfast, he turned his head slightly, meeting that submissive gaze with a look of approval, as he lightly pinned down her tongue, slowly rubbing his thumb against the muscle. Shifting his eyes back to the plate, he continued to eat, savoring the strange alien cooking and idly playing with his slave’s tongue. <br><br>When he was done, the plate clean and the glass of juice drained, the human captain set down the fork and looked back at the kneeling Knecl, slowly drawing his thumb from her mouth. For a moment, he considered shirking his duties to represent the League and just take the entire day to enjoy the gift he had been given. Surely he could be forgiven for just wanting to take one day in bliss, after fighting an entire fleet of a vile enemy and save their race from extinction? Oh but duty and honor were heavy, demanding burdens. <br><br>“Vianna” he asked, a sudden question blooming in his mind, “Do your people have a shower or a bath I could use?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 09:01:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt his tongue slip into her mouth, her gaze soft and submissive as he so casually gripped and claimed her mouth, pressing down on her wide, soft tongue, eliciting a soft, yielding groan from the girl kneeling at his feet, accepting the intimate, dominant display of his power over her without complaint, resting beside him while he ate. Surrendering his thumb, she waited patiently for him while he clearly considered what to do with the day, laughing brightly at his question.<br><br>"No my Lord. We expect you to return to your people smelling of...me." She smiled, and offered him her hand, leading him to a portion of the suite cleverly concealed with panels and curtains that contained a tucked away, but full-sized bathroom. Again, there were slight differences due to their altered physiology, but there was something that clearly resembled a shower, with a control panel that had helpfully been reprogrammed to have it's display in Terran Standard.<br><br>"Of course, whether you wish <em>me</em> to bathe, or to go about my day smelling like your conquest is...up to you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>20-05-2016, 07:57:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Human noses” chuckled the Captain, as he followed his new slave girl, “Aren’t that good. While we might be able to walk into a room and say something along the lines of, its smells like sex in here, we couldn’t pick up someone else’s scent. Although, even if we could, I wouldn’t mind smelling like you, it would be a point of pride in fact.” <br><br>He had been giving her a fun and suggestive smile, which bordered on a leer, when she showed him the cunningly concealed bathroom. The smile turned to one of being impressed. He had never even noticed the panels, not the night before and not since he had woken up. Of course, he might have missed them both times, even if they weren’t hidden. His focus had been on other details, of a much more personal nature. He took a moment to study the smaller compartment of the suite, noticing the differences and the similarities, before his eyes returned to feline alien, the smoldering passion beginning to burn once again. <br><br>“Very tempting my Vianna” Trevion said in a low, husky voice, as he stepped up close to the Knecl girl. In one smooth motion, he reached around her, his hands grasping the back of her thighs and he lifted her up, so that they could look one another in the eye. As thoughts of leaving her smelling of his conquest, sped up his heart and made his hot blood rush to his manhood, he pressed a deep, hungry kiss against her lips. After long, enjoyable moments, he pull away and drew in a deep breath, as he carried her into the bathroom. <br><br>“I think” he said in a deep, lusty voice, lifting her higher, so he could kiss each of her nipples, “We could both use a shower” <br><br>Grinning, he slowly set her down on her feet, keeping her close, so she pressed against him on the way down. Once she could stand on her own, his hands slid up, to cup and squeeze her rump for a few seconds, before pulling away, to let her take off the sheer dress, which barely concealed her pleasing form from his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Given to the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 07:27:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If the former-Princess was upset at being leered at she certainly didn't show it, letting him survey the shower before his attention turned back to her, standing her ground and letting him come close to her, lifting her slight form up until she was looking in his eyes, her legs wrapping around his torso to steady his grip on her. Her breasts rose and fell as she looked at him, her gaze submissive and adoring. She pressed herself into the kiss, moaning softly in pleasure.<br><br>"I think that would be nice my Lord..."<br><br>She landed deftly, wriggling her way down his body, his hand resting on her rear for a moment before she shed her sheer, thin gown, and stepped into the shower, turning on the water and then kneeling down in front of the stream, gazing up at him.
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