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jeriendhalWhen she returned to Lady Salli's quarters, the noblevixen took one look at Ali's tear-wet face and asked sharply, “What has that fool patroller said now?” Then she added, nonplussed, “And where did that come from?”
Ali looked down, to see she was still clutching the Wazagan dolly, having forgotten to drop it when she fled Blacksailor. She held it out, a bit damp from the rain, to Lady Salli. “It's mine. Take a sniff.”
Lady Salli leaned forward and did so, her eyes widening. “So it seems,” she replied. “Does this mean you finally believe Commander Blacksailor's supposition that you're both related?”
“I can't deny now,” she said. “I couldn't really deny before, but... I guess I was kicking a bit, before accepting it.”
“Some truths are like that. Very difficult to swallow. Harder to digest.”
“Yah.” She rubbed her face with her paws. “I don't know what I'm going to do. I just don't know.”
“Sit down, Ali, please.” Salli gestured to the couch, settling down beside her. “I want to ask you something first, before we get back to Commander Blacksailor. I want to ask you about your time with Melanie, back when she was the Red Vixen.”
“What do you want to know?” Ali asked.
“When you were with her, did she make no attempt to help you find out if you had any surviving family? Did she even try? Melanie is the most self-centered and greedy vixen I've ever met, barring Countess Highglider perhaps, but I can't believe she'd be that callous.”
Ali shook her head. “She wanted to. She asked me at least three times if I wanted to look for them. But I told her no. The last time I told her if she asked again I'd run away, whether I wore her collar or not.” That had been a memorable row. Ali had ended up confined to quarters for a week for speaking out of turn, though Lady Melanie had spent almost another week apologizing for losing her temper.
“For the love of the Mother Goddess, why not?”
“What would I have done if I’d found them?” Ali asked plaintively. “Milady, whoever they are, they have nice, normal lives, doing nice, normal things. They probably mourned me and the rest of my family, but then they moved on. They would have had to eventually. What do you think they would have done if I’d shown up on their doorstep ten years later and said, ‘Hullo, sorry to be late. I’ve been busy slaughtering innocent freighter crews for the past decade.’”
Lady Salli shook her head in frustration. “Whatever happened to ‘There’s no such thing as normal, just different kinds of weird’?”
“Weird is for pirates, or pirate-slaves, or pirate-hidden noblevixens in disguise, or freaky one-eyed noblevixens who… who beat a pirate to death right in front of me with an iron bar, just because you thought I was worth saving. Everyone else is normal, and I can’t do normal. I can’t be normal. If I had to stand in front of them all and try to explain everything, they wouldn’t have a hope of understanding.”
“Oh, Ali,” Lady Salli said, drawing Ali into her arms. “Why are you doing this to yourself? Why are you denying yourself the love and family you deserve?”
Ali buried her muzzle in Salli’s shoulder, breathing deeply, drawing on the noblevixen’s seemingly endless reserve of calm to steady her own nerves. “I’m sorry, milady. I can’t explain any better than that.” I don’t dare.
“All right,” Lady Salli said, accepting that for now. She nuzzled Ali’s ear, making the younger vixen’s tail wave in pleasure. Then Salli’s paw stroked down her spine, and her other arm remaining tight around Ali’s waist. Then Lady Salli drew in a deep breath, and repeated, “All right.” She nosed underneath Ali’s chin, making her raise her head up to meet Salli’s questioning eyes. Then suddenly Salli’s mouth was pressing against Ali’s, and her heart swelled under her breast, beating faster and faster as the kiss seemed to go on and on. Ali took in a deep breath, panting as Salli finally broke the kiss.
“All right?” Salli asked.
Ali bit her lip and nodded, ears flushing hotly, her heart still racing. “All right,” she replied. “More than all right.”
After that it was a scramble to remove clothing. Lady Salli’s heavy noblevixen dress proved more of an encumbrance than Ali’s commoner skirt and waistcoat, but with two sets of paws they made short work of everything as they finally made it to the bedroom. Then it was Salli’s turn for uncertainty, as she asked, “Will this be your first time?”
“Hu? No, milady,” Ali said. “I haven’t been a virgin since, uh, sixteen.”
Salli’s brow furrowed, checking dates in her head apparently. “Please tell me your first time wasn’t with Melanie.”
“Eh? If only! I never had a chance with her. My first time was with Nitra, a human female in the Scarlet Claw’s engineering team.” Ali smiled briefly in memory. “She loved rubbing herself up and down against my fur.”
“What happened to her?”
“She took her payout and left the ship, uh, about two years later. After that… well, the only one I really wanted was the Red Vixen. Didn’t happen though.”
“Ah.”
Ali thought Lady Salli would have looked relieved at this admission, but she still appeared tense. Then she realized what the problem might be. “Milady, is this the first time you’ve ever lain with a vixen?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “The only person I’ve ever…” Lady Salli bit down on the entirely inaccurate phrase made love to, “…had sex with was my husband.”
Ali tried to imagine what laying with Lady Salli’s late and unlamented husband would have entailed, and felt her own trepidation about this moment disappear in a fire of anger towards the abuse the noblevixen had suffered. I will make this night one you will cherish. You deserve no less. “Let me show you, Milady. Just watch and learn.”
She started by kneeling behind Salli and slowly rubbing her lady's shoulders, trying work out the tension in her neck. Then she cupped the dark brown fur of Salli's breasts, rubbing her thumbpads in slow circles, and was rewarded by her lady leaning back against her, letting out a soft mewl of pleasure as Salli's nipples rose up from their warm nest of fur.
“Good?” Ali asked softly.
“Good,” Salli breathed. “Don't stop, please.”
She let her paws move downward, rubbing Salli's belly, turning slowly around to ease her back onto the pillows. Ali began planting kisses, moving downward through the older vixen's cleavage, along her belly, her paws stroking Salli's sides carefully, mindful of old breaks.
Then, finally, she let mouth move lower, kneading Salli's calves as her tongue began to explore. Salli's breath began to quicken, and Ali was rewarded in a few minutes as her lady's back arched, her claws digging into the sheets as she let out a soft cry.
She was still lapping up her reward when Salli's breath grew ragged, and a Ali realized she was sobbing. “Milady , are you all right? Did I hurt you somehow?” Ali demanded, sitting up immediately.
Salli shook her head, her natural eye filled with tears, even as she tried to smile. “No, I'm all right. They're good tears. Please, don't let me spoil this for you.”
“But what's wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Because... this is the first time... that I didn't feel dirty afterwards.”
“Oh,” Ali said. She crawled forward, curling up inside the curve of Salli's body as the older vixen turned on her side, so they could lay together on the bed. Salli's arms tightened around her, possessing her.
They kept each other warm, as the rain fell outside, safely at bay.
Ali looked down, to see she was still clutching the Wazagan dolly, having forgotten to drop it when she fled Blacksailor. She held it out, a bit damp from the rain, to Lady Salli. “It's mine. Take a sniff.”
Lady Salli leaned forward and did so, her eyes widening. “So it seems,” she replied. “Does this mean you finally believe Commander Blacksailor's supposition that you're both related?”
“I can't deny now,” she said. “I couldn't really deny before, but... I guess I was kicking a bit, before accepting it.”
“Some truths are like that. Very difficult to swallow. Harder to digest.”
“Yah.” She rubbed her face with her paws. “I don't know what I'm going to do. I just don't know.”
“Sit down, Ali, please.” Salli gestured to the couch, settling down beside her. “I want to ask you something first, before we get back to Commander Blacksailor. I want to ask you about your time with Melanie, back when she was the Red Vixen.”
“What do you want to know?” Ali asked.
“When you were with her, did she make no attempt to help you find out if you had any surviving family? Did she even try? Melanie is the most self-centered and greedy vixen I've ever met, barring Countess Highglider perhaps, but I can't believe she'd be that callous.”
Ali shook her head. “She wanted to. She asked me at least three times if I wanted to look for them. But I told her no. The last time I told her if she asked again I'd run away, whether I wore her collar or not.” That had been a memorable row. Ali had ended up confined to quarters for a week for speaking out of turn, though Lady Melanie had spent almost another week apologizing for losing her temper.
“For the love of the Mother Goddess, why not?”
“What would I have done if I’d found them?” Ali asked plaintively. “Milady, whoever they are, they have nice, normal lives, doing nice, normal things. They probably mourned me and the rest of my family, but then they moved on. They would have had to eventually. What do you think they would have done if I’d shown up on their doorstep ten years later and said, ‘Hullo, sorry to be late. I’ve been busy slaughtering innocent freighter crews for the past decade.’”
Lady Salli shook her head in frustration. “Whatever happened to ‘There’s no such thing as normal, just different kinds of weird’?”
“Weird is for pirates, or pirate-slaves, or pirate-hidden noblevixens in disguise, or freaky one-eyed noblevixens who… who beat a pirate to death right in front of me with an iron bar, just because you thought I was worth saving. Everyone else is normal, and I can’t do normal. I can’t be normal. If I had to stand in front of them all and try to explain everything, they wouldn’t have a hope of understanding.”
“Oh, Ali,” Lady Salli said, drawing Ali into her arms. “Why are you doing this to yourself? Why are you denying yourself the love and family you deserve?”
Ali buried her muzzle in Salli’s shoulder, breathing deeply, drawing on the noblevixen’s seemingly endless reserve of calm to steady her own nerves. “I’m sorry, milady. I can’t explain any better than that.” I don’t dare.
“All right,” Lady Salli said, accepting that for now. She nuzzled Ali’s ear, making the younger vixen’s tail wave in pleasure. Then Salli’s paw stroked down her spine, and her other arm remaining tight around Ali’s waist. Then Lady Salli drew in a deep breath, and repeated, “All right.” She nosed underneath Ali’s chin, making her raise her head up to meet Salli’s questioning eyes. Then suddenly Salli’s mouth was pressing against Ali’s, and her heart swelled under her breast, beating faster and faster as the kiss seemed to go on and on. Ali took in a deep breath, panting as Salli finally broke the kiss.
“All right?” Salli asked.
Ali bit her lip and nodded, ears flushing hotly, her heart still racing. “All right,” she replied. “More than all right.”
After that it was a scramble to remove clothing. Lady Salli’s heavy noblevixen dress proved more of an encumbrance than Ali’s commoner skirt and waistcoat, but with two sets of paws they made short work of everything as they finally made it to the bedroom. Then it was Salli’s turn for uncertainty, as she asked, “Will this be your first time?”
“Hu? No, milady,” Ali said. “I haven’t been a virgin since, uh, sixteen.”
Salli’s brow furrowed, checking dates in her head apparently. “Please tell me your first time wasn’t with Melanie.”
“Eh? If only! I never had a chance with her. My first time was with Nitra, a human female in the Scarlet Claw’s engineering team.” Ali smiled briefly in memory. “She loved rubbing herself up and down against my fur.”
“What happened to her?”
“She took her payout and left the ship, uh, about two years later. After that… well, the only one I really wanted was the Red Vixen. Didn’t happen though.”
“Ah.”
Ali thought Lady Salli would have looked relieved at this admission, but she still appeared tense. Then she realized what the problem might be. “Milady, is this the first time you’ve ever lain with a vixen?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “The only person I’ve ever…” Lady Salli bit down on the entirely inaccurate phrase made love to, “…had sex with was my husband.”
Ali tried to imagine what laying with Lady Salli’s late and unlamented husband would have entailed, and felt her own trepidation about this moment disappear in a fire of anger towards the abuse the noblevixen had suffered. I will make this night one you will cherish. You deserve no less. “Let me show you, Milady. Just watch and learn.”
She started by kneeling behind Salli and slowly rubbing her lady's shoulders, trying work out the tension in her neck. Then she cupped the dark brown fur of Salli's breasts, rubbing her thumbpads in slow circles, and was rewarded by her lady leaning back against her, letting out a soft mewl of pleasure as Salli's nipples rose up from their warm nest of fur.
“Good?” Ali asked softly.
“Good,” Salli breathed. “Don't stop, please.”
She let her paws move downward, rubbing Salli's belly, turning slowly around to ease her back onto the pillows. Ali began planting kisses, moving downward through the older vixen's cleavage, along her belly, her paws stroking Salli's sides carefully, mindful of old breaks.
Then, finally, she let mouth move lower, kneading Salli's calves as her tongue began to explore. Salli's breath began to quicken, and Ali was rewarded in a few minutes as her lady's back arched, her claws digging into the sheets as she let out a soft cry.
She was still lapping up her reward when Salli's breath grew ragged, and a Ali realized she was sobbing. “Milady , are you all right? Did I hurt you somehow?” Ali demanded, sitting up immediately.
Salli shook her head, her natural eye filled with tears, even as she tried to smile. “No, I'm all right. They're good tears. Please, don't let me spoil this for you.”
“But what's wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Because... this is the first time... that I didn't feel dirty afterwards.”
“Oh,” Ali said. She crawled forward, curling up inside the curve of Salli's body as the older vixen turned on her side, so they could lay together on the bed. Salli's arms tightened around her, possessing her.
They kept each other warm, as the rain fell outside, safely at bay.
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Date: 2013-12-06 08:41 am (UTC)