This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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She smiled, sitting back as he gave her space, though Kael stood, staying there, his expression twisted, lips pressed together. She tried to fish through her memory for what that expression meant, but she had never honestly seen upset on a human face without anger, anger directed at her, swiftly following it. Unconsciously, she tensed, though her mind also knew that there was nothing she could do about it. With trained animals, not anthros, it was something called "learned helplessness" or "tonic immobility", depending on how it presented itself, though Siderva had never heard the term to understand it.
"That is quite fine," she said softly, slowly, not wanting to incite him. "I am sorry if I have angered you, Kael. But I do not think there is changing anything in my mind."
He stared at her, blinking slowly.
"You can't want to live like that..."
"No," she said with a shake of her head. "But what sense is there in hoping for something that's not going to come? I was wondering though..." She took a breath: that was harder to get through than she had expected. "You are a human... Can you give me that...what the human soldier gave to me? Can you make me feel that pleasure again?"
Her voice took a hard edge of desperation, though an old tinge of pride kept her hands in place, not clasped imploringly before her.
Kael swallowed hard and took a half-step back, worry tingling at the back of his neck, the tiny hairs there standing on end. Close by, Giselle paid attention to the shift in her master's mood.
"Master, are you okay?"
"Yes, yes..." He took her hand and, without thinking, brought it to his lips so that he could kiss the back of it. "You worry too much, Giselle... Everything is fine. With me, at least..."
If she hadn't been so fixated on getting the pleasure again, the mere prospect of it, Siderva would have paid more attention to that overly familial, loving action, Giselle's tail lifting a fraction and wagging lightly too. Yet all she could think about was getting that hit, what she had been addicted to, what had been out of reach for so long, but, finally, may be there.
And all he had to do was to give it to her.
Kael shook his head, fighting against the sense in himself that knew he could do it, yes, easily too. He could not break her mind as the soldier who had taken her prisoner had, not until his powers developed more, naturally, but he could give her a jolt of pleasure, for it would naturally follow the pathways in her mind that had already been laid down. All he had to do was supply it and the harm that had been done before would do the rest for him.
But did he even want to do that? Was it ethical?
He nodded slowly, having to give Siderva an answer, one way or another.
"Yes..." He said, dragging out the word so that it almost became a hiss in itself. "I can do that... But I don't think it's something that I should do. What if I'm just like the man that did it to you before? You don't deserve to be treated like that -- you never did. I can't willingly put you, put anyone, through that!"
Giselle brushed her tail comfortingly against his leg, though Kael was not to be soothed that easily, not as Siderva gave him a very strange look.
She didn't understand. Not him and not herself. He could do it, he could give her what she had been craving and wanting for so long...and he thought that there was something wrong with that? No one else had, not the soldier who had imprisoned her, not anyone who had seen her during that time. All they had seen was an object, an anthro slave, one that had been captured from the war. No more than that. In the end, the serpent had not thought that she was really anything more than that, not at all.
But him... He was different. She had not seen or known him for all that long indeed, but she could already tell that he was not like the man who had enslaved her. He had been interested in her only as a plaything, no more than that, something that could be investigated, abused, toyed with -- and then tossed away as soon as she served no further purpose to him. That had been different. If Kael had wanted that from her, he could surely have just taken her while Giselle had the knife to her throat, even used something to strip her of what magic she could have cunningly used, if she had at all been inclined to. The aggressive magic... Maybe that was something she could come back to one day, but after the horrors of the war, Siderva was not all that sure that it was something that benefitted her in that day and age, not even if she had indeed been a battle mage.
He should have been powerful, cold, calculating, even aloof. And yet he was none of that, innocence shining in his blue eyes, sharing a look with the dog. There was something more there too, something that the serpent could not quite put her finger on, though it was not as if it had been explained to her. Nor did she understand the bond between humans and dogs.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, eyes downcast, unable even to look at his face anymore. "I should leave... I never intended to put you in this position. I only needed to meet you, I needed to see...what you were like. But I did not know what else I came here for."
