Experimenting

Life was ordained by the Nile. It still felt odd to Kamali from time to time. In her old home, the fields were fertile all year long, and whenever the harvest of one type of crop ended, the men and women of her village would plant new crops and watch them grow. But here things were very different. While it was still hot and dry all year, the rising and falling waters of the Nile divided the year into three seasons. And while Achet, the time of the flood, brought a lot of free time for many, with the peasants being unable to work on the fields while they were flooded, now the season Peret brought back the heavy work of planting. And afterwards, Schemu would be equally exhausting, though rewarding with silos full of grain that would sustain everyone during the next cycle of flooding.

The lizard girl breathed in deep. The sun was still standing high even this late in the afternoon. She had spent most of the day assessing how much of the fertile soil the flood had brought to each field and debated with her husband’s scribes on what could be planted on each field. Not a physically challenging work of course, but one that was important and mentally taxing considering how vital it was. Over the past few months, the young woman had proven to know a lot more about agriculture than her husband who had known little besides the art of war. Thus she had naturally grown into this new role and enjoyed being good at it, even if it was hard work. After all, she was no stranger to hard work back in her home village...which already seemed like a lifetime ago.

Kamali let out a sigh, letting memories of the past run through her mind, some happy, others painful. Sometimes she still had trouble believing that this was how her life turned out. Yes, she had adapted very well into the role of a noblewoman in this land, especially for someone who had never even seen this land less than a year ago. Born to a poor but loving family in a farming village in her homeland south of here, she had spent her childhood expecting little else from life besides doing her part to make the desolate land livable, marrying a nice male lizard from her tribe and raising children with him when she was old enough, and eventually growing old and dying in the same place she’d been born, surrounded by her family. Indeed, late last year her mother had started reminding her that she was soon reaching the age where she’d be expected to marry, and had even prepared a list of potential suitors since Kamali had always been a bit awkward around boys. It was a hard but simple life that she was content with, but it wasn’t to last. Her homeland, a vassal to the great kingdom she now lived in, had unsuccessfully rebelled against the pharaoh for reasons she didn’t care to remember, and in punishment was forced to supply several slaves to the capital from the village closest to the kingdom...her village, and in what seemed like a terrible stroke of luck at the time, she had been selected as one of them.

Forced to leave her home and family behind seemingly forever, she had ironically been sent to work at the palace of the same pharaoh whose orders had separated her from the only life she’d ever known. This indignity was exacerbated by the fact that she was the only lizard in a palace full of mammals and avians whose only knowledge of her kind was that they had rebelled against their king. Thus her fellow slaves usually ignored her at best and treated her with contempt at worst, with her superiors assigning her the lowest of menial jobs that no one else wanted to do. Weeks of isolation and humiliation had taken their toll on her mind, and eventually she just resigned herself to that miserable existence.

But as fate would have it, one day her fortunes turned around just as quickly. The man who was now her husband, a high ranking jackal warrior in the pharaoh’s army named MesAnpu, had returned to be celebrated for some great victory, and aside from being bestowed land and a nobility title, part of his reward was to choose one of the pharaoh’s slave girls to spend the night with. And to everyone’s surprise, most of all her own, he ended up choosing her, being curious about her kind and even finding her reptilian features beautiful, a feeling that had been alien to her for weeks. At first she was more than a little scared about having to sleep with a man she didn’t even know, especially one who was such a dangerous warrior. But the black-furred jackal turned out to be just as skilled at lovemaking as he was handsome, the first lover she’d even known treating her gently and tenderly, making her first time a wonderful experience that she still remembered to this day. It was the first time in weeks she’d felt any sort of kindness and affection, but that still wasn’t the end of her good fortune, as he was also looking for a wife to settle down with. He offered to buy her from the pharaoh so he could marry her, and just like that, the lizard slave from another land instantly became a noblewoman, living a life she had never dreamed of and married to a handsome, loving husband, and it didn’t take her long to fall in love with him as well. Not content with making just her happy, soon MesAnpu had also offered to buy all the rest of the enslaved people from her tribe so they could be returned home, and even convinced the pharaoh to move her village’s population to more fertile lands nearby that were in need of inhabitants. Now she could see her family and old friends whenever she liked, a new life made possible by the husband that she loved so much. The memories made her smile, and she looked forward to seeing him again this evening to show just how much she appreciated all he had done for her. She had prepared a little surprise for him tonight, and just thinking about it made her blush.

The sound of turmoil nearby snapped her out of her thoughts and made her turn her head. Not too far away, she noticed a group of peasants. They had been on their way back into their village most likely, pulling their ox with them. But on the small path, leading over a dam that separated two fields, the animal seemed to have stumbled and the cart it was pulling had slipped from the path. Now the four of them were desperately trying to prevent the cart from falling completely into the still-flooded field, while one was struggling to keep the strong working animal under control.

Kamali didn't need another invitation. She turned and rushed over to the group. She had grown used of running with her delicate sandals, and her skirt-like loincloth with gold trim allowed her much freedom of movement. Wearing nothing on her upper body expect ornate golden jewelry, her exposed breasts moved with every step she took, but she barely noticed. Another thing she’d long gotten used to was the attire of this kingdom; the hot climate meant that it was common for peasants and slaves to go bare-chested, men and women alike, and when Kamali had first become a slave having to dress that way was just another indignity she’d been forced to endure. But not only had she gotten used to the feeling, in her new life it made her feel free and beautiful, both to herself and her beloved husband. Thus she had opted to keep her commoner attire when she became the lady of this household, even after learning that women of her class traditionally wore long linen dresses that covered their entire bodies. While it wasn’t exactly scandalous for a noblewoman to go bare-chested, it was unconventional...but then again, so was a lizard like her being nobility in the first place, so she had decided to wear whatever made her comfortable and not care what anyone else thought. Her husband gladly supported her decision, though she knew it was also because he enjoyed seeing her walking around the house half-naked, she thought wryly.

“Not behind the cart, it's too dangerous. Take the wheels!” She shouted out and immediately two young gnus who had been looking at her as if she was the goddess Hathor herself, rushed over, grabbed the large wheels of the cart and tried to turn them. Kamali was now at the scene, and she looked into the cart. Tools, a small hand-plow, planting-sticks, baskets and a mat, excellent! “You, stop that!” she hissed at a ram who was constantly slapping the ox rear with his whip: “How should he know when to pull?” The man almost dropped the whip and nodded. Then, Kamali took the mat from the cart and placed it in front of one of the wheels, the one that seemed to be stuck in the muddy ground already.
“Push!” she commanded and with all their effort, they managed to push the wheel onto the mat.
“Now he needs to pull.” Kamali told the ram while jumping into the dirty water herself to push at the side of the cart the moment the whip slapped down onto the animal, making it growl. All of them started pushing and shoving as one and with the increased grip, they finally managed to bring the cart back onto the road.

“Thank you...noble lady.” One of the peasants, the eldest one bowed low before Kamali. She had seen him in the surrounding village before, they were all servants of her husband, working on the fields he had inherited from the pharaoh for his services.
“You’re welcome.” She smiled and nodded. “You need to repair the dam so this won't happen again.” Kamali stated, looking at the deep tracks leading down into the field.
“We will noble lady, but -” He looked down at her messed up clothing: “You shouldn't have helped us, we can't pay for-”
Kamali made a dismissive gesture with her hand: “You needed help and I was there to help, don't worry about it.”



When she reached the mansion, she felt her skin underneath her scales burn. Though she had gotten caught up in the moment, she really had acted inappropriately. She wasn't the daughter of a farmer anymore. She was the noble lady of the most fertile domain along the Nile, and her husband MesAnpu was the bravest warrior in the Pharaoh's army and lord of this domain. Mere months ago, many had looked down on her when she had been a slave, and treated her worse than the feral cats in the palace. Even now she knew some still saw her as an outcast, an aberration, no matter how much authority and respect she commanded. Because of that, she had tried to fill her new role better than any woman born in this land did. She had gotten used to these luxurious linen clothes and golden jewelry that felt so wonderful against her scales, but she had struggled to adjust for quite a while. She had learned how to address other nobles, the scripts and the officials from the palace. She had visited the temple and brought sacrifices and she had started to learn the beautiful, yet complex hieroglyphics that covered the countless monuments of the land. The mud now clinging to her skirt and the scratches on her hand from pulling the cart free were not really appropriate for a woman of her status, and she was painfully aware of it. So why had she done it? Because it was the right thing to do, of course, but also because she knew she would never truly forget her humble origins, and choosing to wear peasant clothing was only a small part of that. The young lizard took pride in who she was and where she had come from, and no amount of power and status would ever make her forget it.

“Kamali, what happened to you?” A young female voice, halfway between shock and amusement brought Kamali back into reality. She had to smile at the sound of Thanee’s voice. Another part of being a noblewoman, she had found out, was having a personal servant to help her with everyday tasks. The young daughter of the house’s head scribe had been assigned to her, and the brown-furred mouse girl had quickly become her best friend in all the world, her kind and cheerful personality bringing even more joy into her life. Friendship of any sort was another thing she was denied during her time as a slave, and another thing she was grateful to have back again.

Being out in the fields, Kamali hadn't seen Thanee all day and she realized that she really missed her friend when she saw the mouse standing in front of her. Wasn't it time for her to start dressing like a grownup? She still wore nothing like most children in this land, but over the past few months she had started developing hints of curves despite retaining the lanky traits of a child. If her parents weren’t already trying to persuade her to start wearing a loincloth they certainly would soon, but the young mouse always seemed happy the way she was. And why should her friend feel like she had to grow up too fast? Kamali thought. Her own innocence had been robbed of her months ago and it was only a stroke of luck that she was able to regain what she had lost, and she wanted her friend to be able to enjoy her childhood as long as possible.

“I stumbled and fell into the mud.” Kamali answered, trying to sound innocent.
Thanee’s eyes narrowed in mock accusation. “You know, you are a bad liar.” She giggled and tilted her head: “You helped out in the fields again, didn't you?” 
Kamali sighed. “...Yes, I did. What can I say? Old habits die hard,” she shrugged.
“Well, it's not a bad habit. I’m sure they appreciate it. You know the peasants love you? After all, they know you’re one of them.” Thanee stopped: “Oh, I...I didn't mean to...I just wanted to say since you weren’t born a noblewoman, that you know about their troubles and such.” She said quickly.
“Don’t worry, I know what you mean. And I agree.” Kamali winked: “Where I come from, I’m no stranger to this kind of work. And that's not a bad thing, is it?”
“Certainly not, they work extra hard to please you. And they know they can count on you, knowing that you would feed them from your stocks if times get tough.”
Kamali had to smile. While Thanee always seemed so cheerful, outgoing and unconcerned, underneath that layer was a very intelligent, emphatic person for one so young. The lizard was glad to have her as a friend. It was another stroke of good fortune in her life that her family had served in this mansion for generations by now. 

Now the young mouse looked Kamali up and down again: “Although...your husband may not be that happy to see your expensive skirt ruined like that.” 
Kamali smiled and waved her off. “He doesn’t care about such things. Besides, I bought it myself. Isn’t mine to do with it as I wish?” Kamali replied.
“Yes, I know, but...” She lowered her voice: “Don't you want to present yourself in the most alluring, seductive way you can to your mate?”
“...And what do you know about that sort of thing?” Kamali asked, raising an eyebrow.
For a moment, it seemed as if Thanee had been caught off guard. She looked uncertain, then straightened her expression and crossed her arms: “I’ve never gone to war either and I know a few things about that too, don’t I?” She said quickly, her self-assured air back again.
“You’re right, you’re right.” Kamali chuckled, not inquiring further. It was possible Thanee was talking about spying on a couple in a secluded location, but this wasn’t the first time she’d accidently let slip that she might know a lot more about sexuality than she let on. And since Kamali never saw her around any of the household’s servant boys, if she was indeed seeing any of them it had to be very casual. Granted, the mouse was at most only a few years away from the typical marriage age here, but a girl casually experimenting at such a young age would have been very harshly looked down upon in Kamali’s homeland...but she had long since learned that clothing wasn’t the only thing this kingdom had a much more relaxed attitude towards, so she never pried. Even if her suspicions were correct, Thanee was a smart girl who could take care of herself, and she always seemed happy with her life. Besides, it really wasn’t any of her business what her friend chose to do on her own time.

She stepped forward, first petting Thanee's head, then messing up her brown hair by running her fingers through it.
“Hey!” The mouse playfully complained, then got serious: “Why don’t you take a nice bath? I'll get you some new clothes and then you'll be ready when Lord MesAnpu returns.”
“Sounds wonderful!” Kamali smiled. It was true, a bath did sound wonderful after a day in the heat and dust of the Peret season.

The mansion itself only helped to accent the importance of the river. It was built close to it, slightly raised so that even a high flood wouldn't damage it. Still, there were a number of platforms lower down towards the river and finally, two walls built directly into the river that formed a secluded basin. Reeds and papyri grew within the basin while no wildlife could enter it. The walls were high enough to hide anyone bathing from curious eyes while still offering a clear view of the sky. A wonderful place Kamali had grown to love. She also had a dedicated bath inside the house, a luxury that she made good use of when she first got here and still sometimes bathed in it with her husband (as well as certain other activities with him in it), but she’d come to prefer using the river for bathing so that her servants wouldn’t have to do as much hard work in constantly cleaning and refilling the indoor bath, something she knew they appreciated. Besides, she always loved being outdoors, and swimming in the river wearing nothing but her scales always made her feel relaxed and alive.

Upon arriving at the outdoor bath, young reptile quickly slipped out of the skirt she wore. She would have tossed it into the basket herself, but Thanee always insisted upon picking it up from the ground and carrying it away herself. Then, the lady of the house stepped into the warm water, sighing as she felt its ripples playing around the scales of first her right ankle, then her left, before she walked further in, step by step descending and letting herself be welcomed by the river. Finally she sat down onto the submerged step, the water rising up to the lizard’s shoulders as she breathed out deep. A few minutes passed before she heard a familiar sound behind her, the gentle light sound of the harp played by Thanee in the background. It was another thing her friend was more than happy to indulge her in, in fact playing relaxing music while she bathed was one of the first things Thanee had done for her on her first day here. Kamali closed her eyes, enjoying the warm water caressing her body while the beautiful music flowed over her senses. It was very different from the drums and singing of her people, but she had grown to enjoy this kind of more refined music, even more so knowing that it was coming from her best friend.

That last thought made something occur to Kamali, and she turned her head: “Hey Thanee, why don't you join me?” She waved over, water running down her arm as she did.
“I - but I can't play the harp, then.” Thanee replied.
“Don’t worry, you don’t need to. You’ve been working hard today too, you deserve to enjoy this. Besides, this place is more than big enough for both of us!” she said enthusiastically.
The mouse girl suddenly looked uneasy. “I...I don't know, that doesn’t - don’t get me wrong, that’s very nice of you, but...” she said. “...this place is meant for the lady of the house and her husband, not for a servant. It’s just...it doesn’t sound appropriate,” she said finally, and Kamali realized it was the first time she had ever heard the confident girl sound conflicted. She could tell Thanee liked the idea of enjoying a private bath meant for nobility but felt it wasn’t her place to. Suddenly she felt guilty for not making this offer sooner. True, once before she had offered Thanee to join her in the indoor bath when she first met her but had let it go after the mouse politely declined, not even considering extending it again after the two of them had grown closer. If she really thought of Thanee as a friend first and foremost, shouldn’t she want to be playing with her here instead of listening to her play music from a distance? Had she really not forgotten her humble origins and her time as a slave if she failed to treat the most important person in her life outside her husband and family as an equal? Just because Thanee helped her with day-to-day tasks didn’t mean that she couldn’t enjoy the same things she did. Well, better late than never, and Kamali was determined to fix that mistake.
“Thanee, you are not just my servant, you’re my friend. My best friend in the whole world, in fact.” Kamali replied with a warm smile.
Thanee suddenly looked very touched, and Kamali thought she saw hints of her eyes welling up. “I...” the mouse began, again looking unsure what to say.
Kamali continued. “And I would much rather you be down here with me rather than up there.” Her smile deepened. “I say that not as your lady, but as your friend.”
Finally, Thanee composed herself and nodded, and she too smiled from her friend’s words. “T-thank you...Kamali.” She said in a small voice. With trepidation, she got up from the harp and stepped into the bath as well, sitting down near her, still looking somewhat shy. A shy Thanee, that was something new, Kamali thought, but she was deeply enrooted in this society and its rules, unlike Kamali for whom all of this was still relatively new.

Though the mouse was in a shallower part, being shorter than Kamali meant that the water almost reached up to her snout, and she could tell her friend enjoyed the feeling very much. “So, how do you like it?” she asked.
“I have to admit, this is...very nice.” Thanee said after a moment, leaning back with her arms resting comfortably on the next step above her.
“Yeah, it is...though to be honest I think it’s a bit too big. I’d be happy with something half this size, but I had to take what I found.” Kamali replied.
“Half the size you couldn't do this!” Thanee said, suddenly pushing herself off from the step, the young mouse shooting through the water and away from her friend.
“Hey!” The lizard replied in mock anger, jumping up and diving into the water to follow Thanee.

Kamali was a much better swimmer, her scaled body was better adapted to make the water flow around it and during her childhood in the small village she had done quite a lot of swimming and diving to find valuable shells and catch crayfish. Still, Thanee was nimble enough to evade her. Finally, Kamali had caught up to her, only to be greeted by a splash that Thanee's hand on the water caused. Kamali jumped up a little, squealing, then placed her hand on Thanee's arm and dipped her under the water. Of course, she let go immediately and a spluttering and giggling mouse reappeared. 

Again, Thanee shoveled a good handful of water into Kamali's face, who shook her long hair, drops of water flying into all directions, making Thanee giggle even more as she was hit, too. Then she leaped forward, grabbing Thanee’s shoulders and pulling her over like this, the two of them caught in a playful struggle and unable to swim properly.

The two friends alternated between chasing each other around, play fighting, and splashing each other for some time, the joyful play continuing until Kamali finally straightened herself in the water. “Thanks Thanee, that was the most fun I’ve had in a while,” she said, grinning.
“Same here!” Thanee replied cheerfully. “And thank you for this, too.” She said, a grateful smile on her face.
Kamali smiled and nodded at her friend, then she stood up on the flat ground near the steps, the water running down her scaled form, accenting her curves. “Well, it’s been a long day, and MesAnpu will return soon. I think I should retire.”
“Certainly, my lady! I’ve got to get ready for my evening chores too.” Thanee gleefully nodded, returning to her enthusiastic servant self. She hurried to get out of the bath ahead of Kamali, rushing over to grab one of the towels. Kamali would have gladly dried herself off, but she knew Thanee considered it one of her responsibilities and had always insisted upon fulfilling it. Even if she was happy to play with Kamali as a friend she was also a skilled servant who took great pride in her work. So she stepped behind Kamali, placed the big towel onto her shoulders and started to rub her dry. She started on her long black hair, then her shoulders, her back and legs, along with the rest of her body. Being a scaled reptile meant that she dried off quicker and easier than a furred mammal, and it wasn’t long before her friend finished.

Then, much to Thanee's surprise, Kamali turned and grabbed another towel. She looked wide eyed as the lady put the towel on her head and began drying her shoulder-length brown hair. “H-hey, you can’t...I mean, it’s not...” Thanee said, unable to find the right words all over again.
“What, it’s not appropriate me to help my best friend dry off? Didn’t we already go over this?” she said nonchalantly, now rubbing the mouse down with the towel.
Thanee squirmed a bit, but soon relaxed and chuckled. “Heh, I guess not...Thank you. Again.”
“Don’t mention it,” Kamali replied. It took a bit longer due to the water holding onto her fur longer than Kamali's scaled skin. But she was determined, and her rubbing shook the small frame of the girl at this display of equality - at least, to Kamali’s perception. They continued by combing each other’s hair, and then departed with a warm farewell. Thanee was expected back at her parents’ smaller house that lay directly outside the mansion, while Kamali went to her bedchambers.

While not as massive and imposing as the pharaoh's palace where she had spent almost a month as a slave, their mansion was still large and it was beautiful. The walls of their quarters were decorated with colorful paintings. Some showing nature, the river, the lush green of the swamps to the north. Others depicted foreign lands. Dense forests and wide green plains. There were scenes of hunting and celebrations and there were the gods looking down upon the mortals with benevolence. Kamali still had to learn much of the writings between those scenes, but they matched the art so nicely. The thick pillars that supported the ceiling were painted in yellow, red and blue, imitating the papyri this land was famous for. The servants had lit a number of fire-bowls which cast a flickering red light onto all walls. If someone had told her when she was younger that this is where she’d be living one day, she never would have believed it. Of course, even the incredible material wealth of the mansion meant little to her compared to whom she shared it with. The young lizard woman loved her kind and handsome husband with all her heart, and he loved her and had done so much for her and her family. She showed him her gratitude in bed every night, but lately she had gotten an idea to give their nights together a bit of variety.

Kamali went to a large chest. Its surface was carved from pinewood and small stars from ivory were placed into it. She recently negotiated a good deal on the sale of surplus hides to traders who regularly visited the mansion, and with the extra personal spending money she got from it she decided to purchase a few items in order to make this night extra special for her and her husband, a reminder of when they first met. It was funny, she’d think she should recall her time a slave with nothing but contempt, and for the most part she did, but her last night as a slave was her first night with the man she had come to love, and even though she was technically meant to serve him as his slave at the time she recalled it with nothing but fondness. So she had decided to make tonight a special reminder of what had brought them together, the idea sounding more desirable the more she had thought about it.
She opened the chest and took several thick pillows out. MesAnpu could be back home any moment now, so she had to hurry. She distributed the pillows on the ground next to a large column at the edge of the bedchambers, then took out a smaller, wooden box. The young woman opened it and smiled. Time to get prepared, she thought. 



It had been a long day for MesAnpu as well. Prince EchenMa'at had become quite skilled with the sling. A few months ago, the pharaoh had granted the black-furred jackal the privilege and the task to accompany his eldest son on his hunting trips. For a young prince, it was considered mandatory to be a good hunter. Only after that could he could prove himself on the battlefield to protect and expand the kingdom, stepping into his father’s shoes and assisting him until the aging pharaoh would return to Osiris. For a while, the king had been looking for a trainer and guard for his heir and with MesAnpu having been proven both a battle-hardened warrior and a calm and disciplined man, he had been chosen. Today they had gone into the fields of reed and EchenMa'at had caught a few birds with his sling, and he was certain the pharaoh would be proud. For now, though, the jackal was grateful to be able to return home...and especially to see his beloved wife once again.

With appreciation he let his gaze wander over the fields and the mansion itself. His field hands and plowers had worked hard and so they were more than halfway through the sowing, while most other domains had barely just started. The warrior was quite sure that his wife played a big part in that success. He had developed not just a deep romantic love for Kamali, but also respect for her organizational skills. Time and again she had proven to be more than capable of managing the house in his absence. Maybe they should debate on the plan of building a new granary if the peasants got the work on the fields done early? But right now, his mood wasn't set on discussing the economic future of their domain. It wasn’t just her skills at running a household that he appreciated, he loved her with all his heart, a beautiful, vibrant young woman that made his heart melt every time he saw her. He had always wanted to settle with the wife of his dreams after making a name for himself in the pharaoh’s latest campaign. They had first met when she had been offered to him for the night as a slave at the palace, and the moment he laid eyes on the reptilian beauty he knew she was the one he wanted to share his life with, a feeling that only deepened in their first night of passion together. Without a second thought he bought her freedom and made her his wife with the pharaoh’s blessings, determined to make her happy after her hard life as a slave. Years ago he promised himself that whomever he chose to be his wife, he would love her unconditionally and with all his heart, and he was so happy it turned out to be her.

He made it down the corridor to their quarters with haste, dropped his sword, bow and arrows in the weapon chamber, and then washed himself at the bath, before he went into the bedroom. He hadn’t seen Kamali yet, maybe she was there already?

He opened the large door and stepped into the room, it was warm from the remainder of the day’s heat and the flickering fires of oil lamps. For a moment, he was surprised and a little bit disappointed to find the bed empty.
“Welcome home, husband.” He heard a familiar soft, quiet voice with a hinted undertone of seductive teasing. He turned his head and his eyes grew wide.
Next to one of the columns was Kamali, lying with her upper body just slightly raised, resting on a heap of cushions. The evening light gave her green scales a warm tint, and her scales were all she wore as she lay comfortably on the floor. He was well familiar with his wife’s body, it was a sight he never got tired of, but what made this time surprising was that her arms were raised above her head, and around her wrists were golden shackles attached to equally golden chains that ended in a large metal ring wrapped around the column. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, did she really chain herself to the column? Why? Of course he already knew the answer; her bare body, seductive pose and sultry expression told all. She clearly wanted to try something new in their marriage, and he just stood there with his mouth open, dumbfounded, looking down at the incredible sight of Kamali laying naked and bound before him, inviting him over with her fluttering eyes.
“Or should I say, master?” She purred, wriggling around a bit. “Your slave has been waiting for you.”
“W-What are you...I mean...” He stammered. Normally he confidently pounced on Kamali whenever she greeted him on their bed, but this new development caught him completely off guard.
“What, don’t you recognize the sight of a slave who’s ready to serve you?” She tugged on her chains a bit and continued in that same sultry voice. “I’m disappointed. I’d have thought you would have, it’s how we first met, after all.”
“You...you really want to pretend to be a slave again?” He finally found his words. Was she serious?
“Of course, my love.” She sighed dreamily, then her expression became more serious, though still happy. “I’ll never forget our first night together. How you treated me, made me feel so good...” she paused, seeming to be lost in thought for a moment. “You made me happy when I didn’t think it would be possible again. I was proud to be yours for that night, and I want to feel like that again. I want you to make me feel like that again.” She rattled her chains, and the seductive look on her face returned. “Now, are you going to just stand there and gawk, or are you going to take me like the mighty warrior you are?”

He had to admit, the sight was alluring. He had always loved that young, toned body, the nakedness of her green-and-grey scaled form. Her long, black hair, that beautiful face and those intelligent yellow eyes. And now, presented vulnerable and willing to him, it was more than he could take. Immediately, he felt his body reacting. There was a brief moment of hesitation. He remembered how he had taken advantage of her being given to him as a slave when they first met, though he had made sure she enjoyed it to. He felt concerned that, deep down, it was something inappropriate to reenact now that she was his wife and partner in life, even though she made it clear that she wanted this - and wanted to make him happy with this as well. But the signals she sent were more than obvious and he knew her well enough to know that she genuinely wanted this, that she loved presenting herself like this to him. He needed no further invitation. With a grin, he loosened his belt and let his loincloth drop to the ground. With some satisfaction, he noticed a shiver running through Kamali at the sight of his already hardening member. 

“Oh master...” Kamali purred, wriggling around on the cushions, the chains giving off jingling sounds. “Your slave has been waiting for you, don't you want to take advantage of me?” She spread her legs a little further apart, rolling her hips invitingly. In the flickering light he could see that she was already aroused, the smooth scales around the dark green petals of her sacred flower, devoid of any hair and showing her wetness. Had she touched herself? No, that couldn't be the case, even though she had chained herself up, those restraints looked fairly solid. No doubt she had a key hidden somewhere close in case she needed to free herself, but as she was now her hands couldn't have reached down there. Her excitement had been from the pure anticipation of what was to come. He decided to play along as he kicked off his sandals.
“Whatever should I do with my loyal, eager slave?” He said, stepping into the role he knew Kamali wanted him to.
“Do whatever you wish with me, master. Touch me, take me, fill me with your strength.” She almost begged, pulling playfully at her bindings and wriggling her body seductively. 

It was tempting, almost too tempting, to just take her right then and there, but MesAnpu decided, since he was now in charge like this, that he would not rush things and make this a very special night - hopefully for the both of them.
“Maybe your master has other plans.” He said, smirking playfully while towering above her. He noticed a hint of uncertainty, but she remained in her role, looking down submissively: “Whatever you desire, I’m ready.”

With that invitation, he kneeled down above her, for a moment taking in the beauty of her shape, the gentle curves, those young, firm breasts, the muscles that were hinted underneath her scales, her beautiful, long black hair that flooded over the cushion she was lying on. And her fragrance, she was intoxicating. Gently, he reached out and stroked the soft skin at her upper arm, now right above her head chained up as she was. Kamali looked up and sighed at his touch, remaining silent as he slowly stroked further towards her shoulder. 

His fingers stroke further, along her slender neck, her cheek, making her nuzzling against him as he caressed her beautiful face. For a moment, he leaned in and kissed her passionately upon her lizard snout, then, leaving her desiring more, he withdrew. The jackal rested his head on his one hand as the other traveled further over her exposed body, her collarbone, making her shiver and inhale, causing her chest to rise up against him as his fingers traced over the approach of her right breast. He enjoyed the sight of her already erect nipple and blew his hot breath over it, making Kamali whimper: “Oh, master.” She let out as his hand came to rest flat on her breast. It filled his palm so nicely and she was so smooth and warm under his touch. When he groped slightly, then more eagerly, he felt her breathing accelerating. Then he leaned in, his fingers stroking her breast, his lips easily found her nipple and closed around it. With delight he heard her moaning as the warmth of his mouth was felt and so he stayed like this for a while, licking and sucking, eliciting sounds of pleasure from his bound wife the entire time while his hand already continued on its way down, feeling the ridges of her lower ribs, then her flat, toned abdomen. He had always loved touching that scaled skin and in her heated state, she felt even better. Already she lifted her hips up against him, but gently, his index and middle-finger parted sliding over her flesh just where her thighs met her hips, avoiding her wet sex but sliding so dangerously close, that she moaned louder in need.
“Oh, master.” she again whimpered, too lost in anticipation to think of anything else to say. 

His mouth moved from one breast to the other, giving equal attention to that one as well, as his fingers kept on tracing around her sex. Finally, he sat up again, smiling at her: “Does my slave girl think she deserved a little reward?”
“Yes, yes please.” Kamali nodded feverishly, her voice raspy with desire. Still looking into her eyes, he gently but determinedly slipped one finger into her. She was so wet and aroused, he penetrated into her with no resistance, just the slick, tight feeling of her inner flesh welcoming the intruder. Her face reflected her pleasure as she closed her eyes and her lips formed a silent O. His finger slipped all the way in until he could turn it slightly in her, his thumb brushing over her clit, making Kamali moan even louder. 

Now MesAnpu leaned forward again, kissing and caressing his wife's neck as he started to slowly pull out, only to then push back into her a little faster, again, in addition to filling her, brushing against her clit, earning yet another sound of pleasure from her. Soon, after he had repeated this a couple of times, he sped up and was delighted to see her meeting his strokes by rocking her hips against him as her whole frame shook visibly each time he sank into her deep. She moaned and begged for more and so he pushed a second finger into her, filling and stretching her so well. 

Kamali spread her legs as wide as she could, her toes curled up as she bucked against him. Lost in passion, she could do little but pant and moan, her entire body in flames from his skilled caresses. He knew so well what she desired, what made her feel good, what made her lose all inhibitions. She knew that she wouldn't be able to hold back her peak for long as she already felt that by now all too familiar feeling rising inside her.

“Come for your master.” MesAnpu purred and this command, though still in line with their play, was so real and powerful for her, that it pushed her over the edge that very moment. Her whole body tensed and then she let out a loud, wild moan before she twitched and shook in her mind-shattering climax. 

He rested his fingers deep inside her, his thumb only slowly, gently touching her clit as he enjoyed the sight of her body in release. It made his own heart beat fast and his member twitched in anticipation, but right now, it was all the satisfaction he would need to see his beautiful young wife in this state.

“Aaah, you make me feel so good...master.” Kamali purred, wriggling around, moving her hips as best as she could in her chains to feel his finger even better inside of her. “Please, take me.” The last words were a challenge and a pleading at the same time, but it only caused MesAnpu to grin: “Rather commanding for a slave, aren’t you?” 
She nodded: “Don't you want me by now?”
“I do, but I'm not sure you deserve me just yet.” He pulled his finger out, making the bound girl whimper in disappointment. Then, she looked up, watching him over the tender hills of her breasts as he licked his lips and suddenly darted forward like the predator he was. His strong hands forcing her legs further apart without waiting for her reply. She felt his furred muzzle brushing against her inner thighs. Not thinking about it, she let out a suppressed sound of surprise, then she closed her eyes as hot breath brushed over her sex and a warm, long tongue flickered over her wet sacred flower.
“Oh...master...” Kamali whimpered, bending up against the chains, trembling in pleasure. 

Kamali fell back onto her pillows as her husband went to work. He knew very well what she liked, how he could give her pleasure and make her come on a whim. He went fast and eager at first, feeling her trembling in response, then he slowed down, paused even to enjoy her moaning and whimpering. Both his hands were on her chest, frantically caressing her breasts. She was so smooth and sleek with her scaled skin and that well lubricated labia, and her taste and smell of arousal was so delicious. His strong hands then abandoned her chest and slipped under her hips, holding her backside firmly as he kept on assaulting her, moving over to her clit, teasing and caressing, sending new waves of pleasure through her as he did. His hands eagerly groped her cheeks, only adding to her pleasure and it was hard for him to hold back. Her body language was so inviting, she certainly wouldn't object if he ended her torment right now while getting his own release, but he wanted to keep this play going for a bit longer at least.

Once her voice had failed her completely, only moans and whimpers escaping her mouth, he drove his tongue between her outer lips, then into her tight entrance, moving in and lapping her insides. He felt her body working, squeezing convulsing. A suppressed moan escaped her as if she was trying to fight down the building climax, but he was without mercy by now. Pushing his tongue in all the way, his nose brushed against her clit, overwhelming her playful defenses once more as she cried out in ecstasy and bucked against him in another climax. This time, MesAnpu held her firm in his hands, his tongue sliding out again, gently, slowly kissing her thighs as she rode through her peak, before her head fell to the side, leaving her gasping and panting from her wonderful yet exhausting second orgasm.

Slowly, carefully, his hands still on her behind he started to stroke her smooth skin, brushing under her tail, making Kamali sigh in her almost unconscious state, then, his index finger slipped between those cheeks, its tip brushing against her tight backdoor, making her inhale sharp. His hands groped firmly and again he felt her body coming to new life, already moving against his touch. As one hand left her back, traveling over her hips and belly, slowly up, he thought he could see her shivering. With his mouth still between her legs, he could tease her further, denying her sex any attention as he breathed hot air over her crotch, before kissing her legs again while his hands roamed freely over her frame now until Kamali wound and wriggled in need under his touch.

“Oh master...” Was all she could reply to his attention, small droplets of sweat upon her scales making her skin shimmer in the flickering light. Her chest rose and fell with every breath she took as his strong, athletic body still held her down, making her feel even more helpless and submitted to his will. His free hand came to rest upon her breast, feeling its warm curve against his palm, her attempt to push up against his touch as he gently pinched her dark green nipple between two fingers. He crawled up her body slightly, kissing her flat abdomen, his tongue licking into her naval, leaving Kamali gasping in surprise. She was so warm underneath him! 

“Husband, please, please...” She begged, so far lost in her pleasure that she forgot about her roleplay. “I want you, I need you.” As she felt his hardness brush against her thigh, she let out a needy moan. The anticipation, the pleasure building only due to his teasing stimulation was more than she could take and the memory of how good it felt when he was inside her made her shiver even more.

Finally, he grinned at her, his hands reaching for her waist as he shifted his position: “I think it's time.” 
Kamali lifted her hips, panting hard in anticipation. Now she didn't have to wait much longer, sitting up his knees slipped under her thighs, lifting her legs high into the air and letting them rest on his shoulders, then, she felt the tip of his shaft warm against her labia. MesAnpu leaned forward, his hands suddenly on her chest and squeezing her breasts, making her moan. She was almost expecting him to keep torturing her, denying her what she needed for a while longer, but apparently, her husband was past the point where he could wait any longer himself.

Easily, he parted her lips, his hard shaft penetrating in a single, swift movement as he let out a deep, almost threatening growl. She arched her back as she felt his presence so suddenly, so completely, effortlessly spreading her wet cavity and sending those wonderful sensations through her body and mind as his flesh rubbed against her insides.
“Yes.” She hissed in passion, moving up until his hips pressed against her cheeks when he was fully inside. Her toes curled up and for a moment she tensed, another, weaker but no less wonderful orgasm coursing through her the moment she realized that he was finally inside of her. 

MesAnpu's hands remained on her chest, constantly groping the two sensitive mounds and giving her even more pleasure as he gave her time to come back to her senses, before he started to slide back and then push into her again, her slender frame rocking under his powerful assault. She gasped, how much she would have loved to feel him back, to let her hands roam over his strong chest, to feel his silken black fur and the muscles underneath as his hard member pushed in then withdrew over and over. But bound as she was, she could do nothing but lay there and endure the wonderful sensations that their lovemaking caused. Usually she preferred to be on top and in control, but right now it strangely filled her with even more lust knowing that she was helpless, it thrilled her to feel like she was completely at his mercy, that he could do whatever he wanted with her - and that her handsome husband seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. 

His hands continued squeezing the tender flesh of her breasts, and at that moment he wished he could just lean down and kiss her mouth with all the passion he could muster, but with her legs as high up as they were and leaning against him he sadly couldn’t. The jackal picked up the pace in which he made love to her, and already they had found a rhythm as their bodies moved like one. He felt so good, made her feel so complete, she just couldn't get enough of him and right at that moment, it was hard to form any coherent thought as her mind was washed away by her previous orgasms and the sex-crazed state she was in now. Moving with him as best as she could in her bonds, she rubbed and grinded her hips against him, matching his strokes, feeling him ravish her with his pulsing, hard cock. 

Already, his movements became erratic, more feverish as he groaned into her ear, his hands still holding her firmly. It was as if he had forgotten about all modesty and eagerness to make their shared night as enjoyable for her as it could. At this moment he was like a wild, lust-crazed animal with his mate in heat, the lizard girl equally wild and consumed by lustful instinct in the moment. The realization that right now, she was completely at his mercy made her moan out only louder, it was so kinky, so thrilling, so wonderful and he made her feel so good.
“I - I'm going to come!” He gasped out loud, sending a shiver through her.
“Yes, yes!” She moaned, already feeling him pulsing and throbbing, moving in and out and for a moment she wished it could keep going like this forever. Then, he slammed in a final time, deep and hard, remaining still for a moment, then he growled as the climax hit him and jet after jet of hot seed gushed into her heated, quivering body, pushing her over the edge with another climax of her own yet again. Even after spending himself, he didn’t stop thrusting, relishing in the feel of her inner muscles engulfing him, until his member fully softened and he could give her no more.

For an indeterminate time, they remained like that, not wanting the passion between them to end. Eventually, MesAnpu smiled down at Kamali. His young wife smiled back, her needs sated many times over and feeling so happy and satisfied. “That...was...” she gasped, unable to find the right words.
“It was...amazing.” He panted. “You’re amazing, my wife.” He grinned, reaching down and gently stroked her cheek. “I love you.”
“Hmm, I love you too.” She chuckled. “Yes…I think...I think I’ve had enough of being your slave today.” She said, catching her breath. Tugging at her bonds again, she continued: “Though I do want to try this again, very soon.”
“I look forward to it, my love.” He set her legs down onto the cushions, and leaned down and gave her a long kiss, the two of them moaning into it.
They broke the kiss, and Kamali sighed. “Well, I’m tired after a long day, and I’m sure you are too. So why don’t you unchain me and we retire for the night?” She smirked.
“I’d like to, my love, but...” He looked her over, “where’s the key?”
Kamali suddenly looked sheepish. “Oh, right...it’s uh, under the cushion at my head.” She gestured with her head downwards. “Silly me, I was so caught up in all this that I forgot to tell you.” She giggled.
“I forgive you, my wife.” He laughed, and did as she told him, freeing her from her bonds. Without a second thought, he scooped her up in his strong arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he effortlessly carried the petite young woman to their bed. He gently placed her down onto the white linen sheets and she rolled onto her back with a smile still on her face: “That was wonderful.” She purred.
“Indeed it was.” MesAnpu nodded as he crawled onto the bed beside her, putting his arm around her. “I didn't think you were into these kind of…adventures.”
She snuggled up against his massive body and wrapped her arm around his torso, enjoying the feeling of the soft fur. He pulled the blanket over them both, and she looked up at him. “I didn't think so either, but I wanted to do something special to remind us of our first time. So I decided to experiment, and I’m very glad I did.”
“As am I.” He said, kissing her the top of her head.
“You know, if you’re that much into helpless slave girls...maaaybe I should make sure you’re not visiting the market alone from now on.” She said in a humorous tone.
He laughed. “Trust me, my love, there’s only one woman I’ll ever want, and she doesn't have to act like a slave to make me desire her.” He replied with his boyish smile that she loved so much. She leaned up to his face, and the two of them shared a deep, sensual kiss, before she snuggled back into her husband’s warm fur and he wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her into a strong but gentle embrace. The lizard and jackal drifted off into a deep, peaceful slumber in each other’s’ arms, feeling so happy to have each other.

The End