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  Master/ServantSmell/scent mentioningsDegredation/ShameMinor Impact pyKea Otare was up before the sun rose. Of course she was, she was a maid in service to – she paused to check a small gem set into the simple ring on her finger, blue – Lord Are! She was proud to be too, sure she was new to the job but she enjoyed it. Especially the more unique aspects of serving her lord.

  Today was her day to personally serve the lord. She would do her best, look her best too, she had worked hard for this past month. This was her reward. The idea’s running through her head excited her, Lord Are was both famous and notorious in the city of Occiden, and the surrounding areas.

  Kea stepped back into her room, dropping the damp towel into a small wooden hamper by the door. She examined herself in the stand alone body-length mirror as she groomed the soft bck fluff of her ‘hair’. Like most Ghana, the hair on her body was actually more like wool than normal fur, such as orcs and other races had.

  She brought her hands up to her ears to carefully clean them, trying to resist the shuddering pleasure it caused. The hyper sensitive ears of the Ghana can often be a blessing and a curse, for Kea it was normally the former. She smiled as she gently fluffed the two ears, each half the size of her own head. She shivered at the sensation, so sensitive, so good.

  She took her hands away, not now, not yet that was the Lord’s pleasure if he wanted it. She carefully reached over and grabbed a bottle of ointment, applying it to her body. Her dark skin, only a few shades lighter than her deep bck hair, softened.

  It wasn’t just the physical touch which grew softer, but the visual softness as well. The low light of the star mps, an Are family specialty, seemed to melt into her body instead of reflecting off of it. She smiled as she did a little twirl in the mirror.

  She stopped after a full spin and a half to examine her back in the mirror. Her tits – she giggled slightly just thinking that word – were nothing to write home about, small but perky. Her ass however, she was very proud of, she gave it a smack.

  She whined with pleasure slightly, it had been a harder smack then she’d intended. She watched it jiggle in the mirror and grinned as the dark flesh settled. The small fluffy tail extending out of the top twitched with her pleasure. Dark fluff ran up along the outer edge of her back to her shoulders, where it exploded up to frame her soft face.

  She dragged her eyes away from her body to the bed where her uniform y, not her general uniform. Her service outfit, a special outfit designed just for her, based on Ghana cultural outfits. A little piece of home here far away from her people.

  Not that Kea was homesick, that required she be away from home. She had been born and raised on Dorcoille, like most Ghana, so the continent was her home. She just wasn't exactly... welcome amongst the Ghana, and they hardly ever came this far west. Too much woodnd. Still, it was nice to have a connection to her people, Ghana were very communal and she often felt lonely.

  Especially with her current job. All the Ghana in Occiden knew each other, if not by name, by face. It was normally a good thing, but being happily employed by the Are estate was… Well, it made her even more of an outcast than her bck fluff and hide already did.

  Kea shook her head, no point in worrying about the stupid prudes in the city, she had to get dressed. So she put her service outfit on, piece by piece, slowly feeling the soft warm fabric covering her body. She turned to look at herself in the mirror again and blushed brightly, her face whitening.

  Kea loved this outfit, it was designed based on outfits worn by servants in Ghana culture. Though that would not be the first thought that came to most people’s minds. To any other Ghana the first thought would be ‘disgusting’. To any other person they might think any number of horrible, degrading names that Kea loved.

  The outfit Kea wore was an obscene mockery of a Ghanaan outfit. The bck dress she wore as the centerpiece barely covered her undergarments, and showed almost more flesh then it had cloth. It highlighted the fuzz on her sides, and especially settled to accentuate her ass.

  Atop the dress was an absurd collection of white ce cloth that almost resembled an apron. A thin bck and white ce choker was wrapped around her neck with a small bell softly dingling as she moved about. A white ce headband pushed her ears up, making them stand out, while also softly teasing her constantly.

  She shivered at the sensation of the soft ce outfit, almost more lingerie than actual outfit. She held her hands gently in front of her hips and put on a demure, innocent expression. She knew the Lord liked that, breaking and corrupting the innocent. She also enjoyed the juxtaposition of acting innocent and sweet, while looking like, and not-so-secretly being, a massive slut.

  That idea was only improved upon by the white garter belt attached to her hose. The soft, thin white fabric ran down her legs, highlighting them. The lightening of her legs allowed the bck high heels at the ends of her feet to stand out. Shepherd, she loved this outfit, and knowing what it meant to wear it. She shivered again.

  Kea turned and walked out of her room, before she could enjoy serving Lord Are, she had work. The work of the men and women of the Are estate was unending, even at night servants were working. Kea headed straight to the Lord’s room and met with the night servant waiting there.

  “A-good morn miss Kea.” The heavily feathered head of Voel bowed to her

  “Mornin’ Voel, is the Lord sleeping?” Kea bowed to the muscur, white feathered man before her.

  Voel was, like all the personal servants of the Lord, a rarity on Dorcoille. Voel was a Cuen-hach, a type of Cuen notable for their owl-like features and incredible skill as mages. He was dressed in an eborate tailcoat outfit, with a tall cylindrical hat.

  Much like Kea’s current dress, however, his outfit was incredibly erotic. It was a struggle to draw her eyes away from the soft plumage that was revealed very strategically. Cuen weren’t Kea’s favored partner, but she’d been with Voel a few times. He was very skilled, especially with that beak of his.

  “A-yes miss Kea, I made sure he was satisfied before bed, so he should rest awhile longer.” Voel’s neck feathers fluffed up a bit in pride.

  “Heheh, well crook, I guess I should get caught up on the nights work.” Kea said, then waited for Voel to tell her what still needed doing.

  “A-no need, my [Feathered Friends] dealt with the night's work. A-you may begin with your morning duties.” Voel replied, holding a small taloned hand out as a small version of Voel flew into their hands. A small fsh of light and poof of wind and Voel was holding a single one of his own feathers.

  “Hnnn, I wish I had a [Power] like that.” Kea sighed at the sight.

  “A-you will, I assure you miss Kea. A-our Lord has many talents, finding and raising young talent is one. A-he makes certain to train all of his personal servants very carefully.” Voel smiled at Kea and put a reassuring talon on her shoulder.

  “I know, I know. It’s only been a month and I’ve already got two new ones. I can’t wait for my first hunt though.” Kea smiled up at Voel and then she continued. “You can go to sleep now, I officially relieve you from duty, mister Voel.”

  Voel bowed to her again, “A-I thank you miss Kea, you take care and-” Voel leaned in to whisper into her ears, letting warm breath out onto the tips as he talked. “-enjoy your morning.” Voel patted Kea as she shivered and her whole body fluffed up a bit as she blushed.

  “I will. Sleep well, Voel.” She called quietly after him.

  Then she was working, mornings were busy in the Are estate, like any estate. There was lots of cleaning to be done. Though the Are estate utilized star mps for all of their staff and much of their lighting, they produced no heat. So fires were still lit in most gathering rooms and other important rooms.

  That meant smoke and soot stains, especially in the morning when they’d been burning all night. Their fuel level also had to be checked and filled if necessary. So that’s what Kea did first, specifically in the private suite around the Lords chambers. That included the Lord’s chamber, which she entered quietly.

  As she finalized the cleaning and fueling she made her way to the front gate, grabbing priority mail. She brought that to the desk of a cozily adorned office space where the Lord would have breakfast. She set them on the desk after briefly examining and sorting them by source.

  Then she went to wake the Lord. She grinned as she entered the chamber where her Lord slept, creeping to the bed. She did not open the window and cast the morning light onto the bed, the cssic way to wake a person. The way she used to wake foolish young lords and dies she’d worked for before.

  No, the Lord had standing orders for how he was to be woken. Kea slid underneath her Lord’s covers, stopping to only briefly examine his face. Brigire Are was a handsome man, young in appearance but she knew he was more than he appeared.

  Solux always looked young, it was one of the advantages of their race. The ability to shape their appearance and physical body, almost at will, meant they always looked ideal. Lord Are’s skin was always soft and smooth and his hair was a pure white. If she could see his eyes, she knew they would be a sharp silvery white.

  Kea continued under the soft, heavy blue covers of her Lords bed. She made her way gently, oh so gently and quietly, towards her target. Ghana were good at being sneaky, she was especially so, with her bck fuzz and hide. Kea found her target between her Lords legs, already erect and waiting for her.

  She let out a small bleating moan at the scent of her Lord’s stiff member, embarrassed slightly by her reaction. She leaned in and pressed herself to his musky balls, nuzzling them and kissing them gently. She sucked one ball in, licking it. Worshiping it. Then she switched to the other.

  Eventually, after far longer than she would admit, or should have taken, she continued. She pressed her tongue up against the base of his shaft and slowly licked her way to the tip. She kissed it gently, oh so gently, then returned to the base. She pressed her tongue to another spot on the base and repeated the gesture. Once again, worshiping her Lord's cock.

  She heard a soft moan from above her, her Lord was not yet awake, but he would be soon. So she moved on to the next step. Her lips kissed her Lord’s tip gently, she could feel her tail wiggling as she began slowly spreading her lips open. She whimpered at his taste, his firmness, his warmth.

  She slowly pressed his length between her lips, sucking firmly. ‘Time to wake up My Lord,’ she thought toward the man whose cock she began to polish and worship with a deep need. She did not gag, she had too much experience taking thick, long cocks into her throat. Instead she let her Ghanaan ancestry win and began to bleat around her Lord's cock.

  It was a wonderful trick, when used on a partner who had no experience with Ghanaans, it was a nearly instant orgasm. She had been told it was like when any girl moaned as they blew them. Except much more intense and deep, she used to have many clients who would buy her just for that special service.

  Her Lord, however, had far too much experience to burst with just that. It did, however, wake him up as she began bouncing her face up and down the length of his cock. She heard the low groan from above just before a warm hand grasped her head fluff. She released control and let him use her throat.

  For several minutes she just whimpered, moaned and bleated as he fucked her throat. His thick, steel rod of a cock smmed in and out of her body as her eyes rolled back in her head. She felt empty when he finally removed her lips from his cock.

  Lord Are threw back his covers as he looked down at her, drooling and mindless. That sted until he smiled and began standing. She immediately forced herself back to cognizance and followed him. She wiped the drool off her lips carefully as she moved over to begin the rest of her waking duties.

  “What would my Lord like to wear today?” Kea asked as she moved towards the wardrobe.

  “Hmmm, well if I’m to be attended by a beauty of such grace as yourself, I feel I must at least try to match up. Give me the velvet, would you Kea?” Lord Are stood in front of the three full height mirrors examining his body. Kea flushed as he said her name, it was always a shock to her that he remembered.

  She carefully brought a deep, ocean blue velvet jacket out of the wardrobe. She matched it with appropriate dark pants and boots and a soft blue undertunic. She brought them over to him and began dressing him.

  She enjoyed this part as well, softly kissing each inch of his flesh as she covered it. Kissing it goodbye until she would see it ter.

  “Mmmm, yes this is quite nice. Quite nice indeed.” Lord Are spoke as he brushed the soft velvet. Then he brushed her soft fuzz. “Not quite as nice as your beautiful wool, Kea.”

  “Thank you, Lord Are.” She smiled up at him, kissing his feet as she pced his boots on.

  “Now what’s on the docket for today, my little Ghanaan?” Lord Are asked as he began making his way out of the room. She followed, grabbing his favorite blue petticoat as she went. He’d probably wear it while lounging ter, rather than mess the jacket up.

  “We have a number of priority messages waiting on your desk, my Lord. Lady Banri will be arriving tomorrow, and there’s a few things that need your approval in preparation. Captain Rolith has submitted addendums to the reports you requested st week. Finally, Segmis is requisitioning more high [Power] individuals.”

  “Again? What could he need so many people for?”

  “Briefly, I understand that he has suffered casualties in his examination of the western frontier settlements. Significant casualties.” Kea replied.

  “Hmmm, have we heard from Ashton yet?” Lord Are spoke quickly, almost as quick as his rapid pace.

  “No information yet. Are you worried?” Kea followed and replied just as quickly.

  “No, Ashton and Hukre are the best Necromancer and Outrider in the city. Perhaps I’ll reach out today.” Lord Are swept into his office space, passed the wall length window which looked out on the city.

  He stepped over and sat into the seat at the desk and began going through the reports. Kea smiled and made her way to her duty as well. She slowly slid beneath the desk, between her Lord’s legs.

  She unzipped his freshly zipped pants, sliding his thick half-erect cock out of his pants. She popped her lips around his length and began moving slowly. She did not seek to distract her Lord, she needed to keep him on edge. He thought better that way, or so he cimed.

  Several hours ter Kea was no longer nguidly serving her Lord’s cock. He had finished his paperwork and they had set off into Occiden for a number of tasks and meetings. There he had met a grumpy merchant who'd made their first trip across the ocean. He'd taken the older mans anger and wrath and redirected it, straight to the nearest dockside tavern and a private room.

  Now they were home and she had set off to her other tasks. She was smiling with excitement as she walked past his door, hearing a shout. Something about fairies? She poked her head into the room to check on him, seeing him ying on the couch. His hand was working away at an Inscription in the air before him.

  “Everything alright, Sir?” Kea asked her master, one ear twitching in interest.

  “Yes yes, everything's fine, just something exciting drifting on the wind.” Lord Are waved the hand he was resting on at Kea. Gesturing her away, Kea simply nodded and continued on her work. She prepared her Lord’s bath, gathering water and warming it, then filling the tub. She pced an aromatic soap next to the edge and a scrub brush.

  She made her way back to Lord Are’s office an hour ter with the bath fully prepared. She opened the door and stepped inside, bowing to her Lord as he looked out the window.

  “I have prepared a bath for you my Lord Are, shall I bathe you or will you bathe alone?” Kea asked, she knew the answer, he’d had a good day. It was still the only time he might want to be alone.

  “Oh? A bath from my little Ghana slut?” He grinned, stepping over and pulling her chin up to look her in the eyes. She shivered at the look in his eye and nearly colpsed. Somehow, she managed to smile innocently at him.

  “Who me? A slut my Lord? I’m not sure I know what you mean by that.” Kea gave Lord Are the widest, most unaware look she could muster. She heard him growl a little as he leaned into her.

  “Oh really? I suppose I’ll have to–” He ran a hand down along her flesh, tweaking one of her nipples through her outfit. “–remind you. Thoroughly.”

  She shivered again, smiled and curtsied slightly. It had the added benefit of revealing her undergarments. Her non-existent undergarments. She’d taken them off when they went out at his request and never bothered putting them back on.

  “If that is what you wish my lord, I will do as you will.” She turned, and walked away towards the bath. Lord Are followed, she could feel his eyes on her ass as she intentionally walked to give it a bit of extra bounce. She grinned to herself, knowing that she would be having a good night.

  Kea could feel her Lords lust behind her as they moved along. Which amazed her considering the number of men he’d seduced throughout the day. What was it 3, maybe 4? She wasn’t certain about the young man at the guard station.

  It didn’t matter, she would be the night's conquest, she loved this feeling. The calm before the storm. All day she’d kept him ready, and her work had kept her ready, needy. Now they stepped into the bath and she stripped herself bare.

  It wasn’t a quick stripping, she wouldn’t stop teasing him here, not just before the moment. She wanted him to cim her, to breed her like a bitch. Well maybe not breed her actually, thankfully Solux couldn’t have children without performing a certain ritual first. Something to do with their mutable physicality.

  Slowly Kea stripped her uniform off, not in a sensual dance or with sultry motions. She did it innocently, moving in ways that were both incredibly attention grabbing, but with an air of unawareness. She was aware though, very aware how the slow shift of the straps of her dress caught his eye. How the reveal of her wobbling ass cheeks, jiggling with every step, made him lick his lips. All of it.

  After all, this was her first day in direct service to him. She had to py up the innocent act, even if they'd met in a brothel and he'd poached her from there. It might not work so well in the future, but today.

  Today she could see the effect, the naked lust in his eye, the need to conquer. He had been a Hunter in his day, a powerful inscriber. You didn’t become a Hunter if you didn’t want to challenge yourself. So she made herself a target, a challenge, and she reveled in the growing need in his eye.

  She grabbed the bucket of warm water, as he sat, she set it next to him as he sat on a stool. She grabbed a brush and began slowly, carefully rubbing her Lord down, cleaning every inch of his body. She carefully brushed against him, small innocent motions.

  A slide of her chest there, a bump of her ass there. Her hand roamed between his legs and she began slowly ‘cleaning’ his cock.

  “Mmmmm, attagirl, clean your Master’s cock thoroughly.” Lord Are whispered into her ear, giving it a light nibble.

  She nearly exploded, managing to only moan softly, “Of course Master. I must make sure you’re well kept after all.”

  They continued like this for another minute before she forced herself to pull away. She smiled innocently at her Lord as she lifted the bucket and poured it across him.

  “Come my lord, it’s time we soak in the bath.” Kea grabbed her Lord’s hands, walking him to the bath. She smiled at him, looking into his eyes, his greedy, wanton eyes as he followed her. She loved this moment, the slow build up to the snap.

  The two set down into the rge, porcein tub and she sat in his p, pressing his length into her backside. She hummed as she used the fluff on her body to slowly rub against her Lord.

  “Fuck, my little Ghanaan pet, I’m gonna break you, I’m gonna tear you apart, breed you till your brain fries.” He growled at her, his hands came to her ass as he began squeezing it. She moaned slightly into his ear and then whimpered.

  “Master, you sound so scary right now.” She spoke quietly, not quite a whisper.

  “It’s alright, little sheep, it won’t hurt.” He leaned in and bit her ear. She bleated unwillingly, her body betraying her. “I promise, you’ll like it.”

  The bath didn’t st much longer, and she wasn’t the one who dragged him away. She bleated and whimpered in pleasure as he dragged her along by the ear. The next thing she knew she was face down in his bed and he was behind her.

  He took her, just as he promised, Lord Are did not make false threats, nor did he make false promises. He used her ears as handles as he took her from behind, she screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Good pain, she loved when her partners used her ears so roughly, no Ghanaan should be okay with it.

  However, she was a slut. A whore. As her people said, the Shepherd's bitch. She didn’t care what they called her, but when her Lord said it to her.

  “You’re my good little bitch now, my little fuckpet. Say it.”

  “Yes Master, I’m your good little bitch, your personal fuckpet! Thank you Master for ciming me!” She screamed for him, she loved hearing him call her those things.

  He took her, and he filled her. Over and over, she lost track and eventually passed out. All she could do was bleat and say yes as she begged for him to breed her. She was right, it was a good night. Eventually she woke, sore and full of cum, alone in the bed as her Lord had gone. Probably some nightly paperwork or some other thing. She had her own chores to attend to.

  She took a quick bath, then quickly and quietly began the evening's chores. More cleaning and more fuel for the fires. She did it all with a hum and a skip, happy and satisfied as she went about her work. When she returned to her Lord– she paused when she saw the bright red gem above the door and corrected her thought– her Lady’s chamber, she had completed her night's work.

  She waited there for maybe an hour, in case her Lady would wake and have need. Until eventually a rge, lupine man came to repce her.

  “G’mornin Kezzik” she smiled to the muscled, bck furred humanoid. He grinned at her, showing his teeth.

  “Good night Kea? First night, aye?” He didn’t intentionally growl the words, but he did. She just smiled and nodded.

  “Tiring, for sure.” She responded.

  “Is the Lady sleeping?” he asked her.

  “She is, she was quite thorough when breaking me in.” Kea grinned in a way that was far more like the man in front of her than her own people.

  “Hahahah! Good! I will take over now, you may go rest.” He nodded towards Kea.

  “Mmm, I got all the night work done, so feel free to get straight to morning work.” She told Kezzik.

  “Very good! I think you’re an excellent addition to the pymates.” Kezzik growled, as Kea slowly walked away Kezzik looked at her and half shouted. “I look forward to breaking you in myself sometime, if you’d be interested?”

  Kea didn’t stop, she just looked over her shoulder as she walked and grinned. “Bad enough I’m working as one of the Are’s personal whores, you want me to stoop to fucking a wolf? Cliche.”

  Kezzik snorted after her, “Cliches aren’t necessarily bad.”

  Kea stopped at the corner and turned to look at him. “No, no they’re not, I particurly enjoy a good cliche.” Then she smacked her ass for him, letting it jiggle. She enjoyed the way his eyes widened and made her way off to bed. Behind her soft howling echoed down the hall.

  It was such a good night.

  Force2reckon