Inside of a cage too small for an adult was a thin, bruised, and haunted-looking lizard. Faint bruising from the bars marred her soft scaled hide, mixing red and purples with her natural green. She was nude, as she had been since capture, her body now thin from stress and lack of food. She stared straight forward, eyes open but seeing nothing. The girl had suffered in the dungeon for a month, enduring constant abuse that had lasted so long she became numb to it. To simply obey, to limply rest in whatever place the slavers dumped her and mutely accepted their cruelties was easier than trying to resist. She had learned that the hard way.
The cage was opened and the order given to exit. She stood and gazed towards the door, a faint tremble running through her body as she tried not to imagine what today would bring. The Kyyreni slavers, both wolfish aliens, had become accustomed to her catatonic state and showed no interest in shaking her out of it. One of them pried her mouth open with his fingers and shoved a chunk of a meal-bar inside. “Eat,” he ordered, more bored than forceful. The food had a more metallic taste than normal.
She was fed and watered in this indifferent, mechanical fashion. Her other needs were tended to with no less care. “Piss yourself,” the slaver told her, and despite having seen it many times he smirked as she emptied her bladder onto the metal grille of the deck. Even in her zombie-like state, the harsh sting of cold water made Kelsee flinch and whimper as her body was hosed, followed by a rough scrubbing and a second rinse. “We should have fed her up more,” the blond Kyyreni said.
His orange-furred companion sneered at the comment. “Hunger keeps her compliant. If the buyer wants meet on his fuck-toy he can fatten her up on his own coin.”
The words triggered a flicker of recollection in the Karrian girl. She wasn't here for the pleasure of her tormentors – she was just a commodity! The revelation should have hurt, but it didn't. It was hard to imagine anyone more heartless than the two males who had starved, tortured and raped their captive for a month straight.
Buyers came soon after. There was no ceremony to the proceedings; they entered, examined her, spoke to the slavers and left. All were Kyyreni, though she had no grasp of the significance, if there were any, of their various outfits they wore. The studying and bartering went on for long enough that her legs began to ache with the effort of standing, but at least a decision was reached and the Karrian girl was sold. The sale of the reptile was marked by the locking of a black collar around her neck, and a length of chain attached. This was handed to a Kyyreni with grey and brown tabby fur to mark the sale. Her new mistress did not speak to her as they departed the ship and stepped out onto the docking ring of a space station, nor when they journeyed to a hangar bay. The silence continued during the journey planetside, conducted via a windowless shuttlecraft, and it was only upon arriving at the warm, yet spartan surface of the world that Kelsee was acknowledged by a Kyyreni waiting beside an unfamiliar looking hovercar. The male's eyes were an unnatural silver, and they studied the lizard girl carefully as she was led towards the vehicle. “This is the girl, then?”
“Indeed. I think she'll be well received,” the female replied as she handed over the leash.
Silver-eyes pulled her close. The wind blew past him, carrying the sharply contrasting scents of male sweat and potent perfumes. She looked past him, remaining still and mute as the beatings had taught her to. “She's dead on the inside,” the male growled.
“I have been assured she knows how to please a man.”
Clearly unconvinced, Silver-eyes huffed at the female as he turned to the loitering car and gently tugged Kelsee toward the back door. The interior was much cooler than the outside, prompting a shiver to run through her from snout to tail. The back seats had recesses in them to accommodate the Kyyreni's tail, but the thicker, stiffer Karrian tail did not slot so nicely, forcing her to perch on the forward lip of the red leather. As the vehicle began to move, Silver-eyes turned her gaze with a gentle pressure from his finger. “I think I'd like some proof of your training, my dear. Impress me.”
The request made Kelsee's heart pound as she had been given no such autonomy up until now. She recalled certain lessons and shifted to the opposite side of the passenger cabin, placing herself directly opposite Silver-eyes. She parted her legs, then with both hands spread her labia apart and whimpered in the rulgic language, “please rape me, master. Abuse me for your pleasure!”
Her display drew a soft purr of approval from both Kyyreni. Silver-eyes popped the button on his trousers and beckoned her with a tilt of his head. “Your cunt belongs to your new master, but I want to see how you use your mouth.”
The girl obeyed immediately, dropping to her knees and crawling over to Silver-eyes as his pants slipped down and his blond-furred sac revealed itself. A tip of warm red flesh poked clear, which Kelsee attended to with slow, teasing laps of her tongue. She strained to listen to the male's reactions, having learned at great cost that the wrong sensation would be punished severely. Encouraged by his grunts, moans and low purring, Kelsee's tongue found a slow, yet forceful rhythm best coaxed the male's member to full arousal, which she guided into her snout as he hardened under her attentions. She eased her lips down around his manhood, kissing the top of his forming knot while coaxing his warm tip back and forth as if trying to coat as much of her mouth as possible with his precum. “There,” he sighed after one probing motion, “do that again for me!”
Kelsee obeyed, bobbing her head slowly up and down to stroke his hardened cock exactly as he wished her to. A sweet-spot found, his shameless grunts became louder, signalling Kelsee's sucking motions to become more rapid. Her softly scaled hands reached for his furry sac and bulging knot, providing extra stimulation to both as she sucked and licked at a steady pace. She had learned well that squeezing a Kyyreni male's knot provided them intense relief, but had no intention of doing so – it was her master's place to decide when he was finished, not hers.
“She's a fucking tease!” Silver-eyes gasped, his breathing ragged as he humped her maw to gain more stimulation. As his huffing and growling became more aggressive he gripped her hand in his own paws and made her squeeze his knot, prompting a short gasp and a hot spurt of salty cum to shoot into the Karrian's throat. Kelsee kept herself still and allowed the male to hump himself dry into her maw, pulling back only when he released his grip. She knelt, silent and submissive with eyes fixed upon his wet crotch as the cum oozed along and under her tongue. “Did you swallow, girl?”
Kelsee raised her snout and opened her mouth to show she had not, earning a dirty chuckle from the male. “Oh, I like that! Go on and swallow, then sit back down,” he patted the seat next to him for emphasis, and the slave girl obeyed. “I'm sold on her!”
“I just hope rejuvenation doesn't wipe away that training,” the female said. The words sent a shudder down Kelsee spine – rejuvenation was a well-known technology, one that she had often fantasised about. The idea of being reverted to a child and kept by another as a pet had been the core of many a masturbatory fantasy when she was a free woman, but her ordeal as a true slave had crushed any such notion. Everything she had endured  up until now had been a hellish nightmare; enduring that same cruelty as a child was an idea she was simply incapable of processing. She began to weep, silently, though neither of her captors seemed to notice.

The limousine arrived in a car park beneath a tall tower block, and Kelsee was taken to one of the upper floors via a glass elevator on the outside of the building. This at least allowed her to look out on the world that would be her unwanted home, and as the trio rose higher and higher over the crowded buildings, Kelsee's jaw dropped in silent awe. The sky was made of metal – a great dome that spread for miles in every direction, tall enough to allow air traffic to skim over the rooftops. Thousands upon thousands of lights dotted the inner skin of the dome above, illuminating the mega-structure. She had paid no attention to the outside when in the car, staring instead at the floor and trying not to think about what awaited her, but the colossal structure above her was more than distraction enough.
The rejuvenation itself was a quick and painless process. Kelsee was told to lay upon a medical bed, which retracted into the cylindrical opening of a bulky, off-white medical machine, though not before a cannula was placed into her arm. As a low hum reached the Karrian's ears a cold sensation crept through her arm, and moments later her vision began to blur. She blinked, just once, and in an instant the reptile was back outside of the machine. It looked larger than before, and as she was helped upright by the technician she turned to see the floor farther away than she remembered. A pair of small, child hand rose into her field of view, and a frightened girl's voice squeaked from her throat.
To her surprise, a plastic bowl was pushed into her new hands. “Take deep breaths,” the technician said, having apparently mistaken her shock for nausea. He then turned to the girl's temporary owners and added, “you know she'll have special needs, right?”
The female nodded. “I am well aware of Karrian dietary requirements, and we have the proper supplements.”
They waited until it was clear Kelsee wasn't going to be sick before helping the girl onto her new feet. She wobbled a bit as her tail's proportions were different now, being shorter and lighter than it should have been, but it took only a short time to adjust and find confidence again. After that came the mirror, allowing Kelsee to see herself. Her scales were the same green as before, and in fact looked healthier than they had in a long time as the bruises and cuts were all gone. Her hair was its natural black, both short and messy; but her breasts had retracted so far that there was barely a curve upon her chest, and her nipples were all but lost in the fold between her rows of chest scale. She was, by her own guess, around ten years old now.

After the clinic, their next stop was a palace. On the ride over her captors became increasingly apprehensive, fussing more and more over both their own appearance and that of the slave girl. The crude black collar was replaced with one of dark red leather with teal gemstones, while Silver-eyes affixed a band of intertwined gold and silver around her right forearm. Far more appreciated was the food and drink they offered her; a game pie with a strong, game-bird flavour and a cloudy, malty drink. “Have your fill, we want you at your best,” the female told the Karrian girl, who hungrily took advantage of the offer and devoured every scrap of food and drink they had, even licking he crumbs off her lizard lips.
When Kelsee stepped out of the vehicle her eyes flicked skyward to find not the artificial stars of the dome lights, but the outdoor sky. It took a moment for the girl to spot the seams and realise the 'sky' was in fact a series of vast screens projecting the view beyond the dome's skin. She knew then, as if the palace was not clue enough, that she was now the property of someone both powerful and wealthy.
The greetings went over her head. It was all very formal, with a curious barbarism to it all. the host  was a finely dressed Kyyreni female in a fine, flowing gown of purple. She was flanked by two Kyyreni children, a male in teal, and a female who was naked save for an extensive amount of jewelery. This trio was escorted in turn by near-naked males whose bodies were covered in scars and ugly cybernetic implants. Both males wore swords, which given the many injuries they sported were clearly not ceremonial. Kelsee met the eye of her fellow female, who to her surprise gave a faint smile. The lizard quickly turned her gaze away.
To Kelsee's surprise it was the boy who stepped forward to greet them. The youth spoke in the manner of a child trying to recall the words to a school play. “Representatives of the Rhedyr Clan, I welcome you  as worthy guests to the House Vaskal.”
Her captors bowed, though Kelsee remained staring at the carpeted stairs beyond the gathering. “we are honoured beyond words to be in such noble company, sire Tavik. And greetings to you also, Lady Ulyr, and your mighty escort.” Silver-eyes rose, turning his attention to Kelsee. “May I present to you a gift, sire?”
The boy Tavik looked over Kelsee from afar with youthful curiosity. Though she did not meet his gaze, she felt certain his eyes lingered on her crotch longer than any other part of her during his brief, polite inspection. She saw the edge of the machine-man's muzzle curl up onto a dirty smirk before loudly clearing his throat, startling Tavik into speaking once more. “I-I thank you! She is a handsome- I mean beautiful- I mean-”
An informal laugh escaped the female's lips as she came to the fumbling boy's rescue. “It would seem your offering of a concubine has truly met with the princeling's approval. We thank you and all the Rhedyr Clan for this gift.”
“May she be a token of friendship from my clan to your House and bloodline, and a symbol of our loyal subservience,” Silver-eyes replied as he stepped forward to offer the boy Kelsee's leash.
“Perhaps we should allow the young sire to excuse himself? I think he has other matters he's eager to attend to.” The cybernetic Kyyreni offered as a suggestion, prompting a giggle from the other slave-girl that she quickly stifled. Her new master blushed bright crimson at the idea, but needed no further prompting to give Kelsee's leash a tug and hurry away from the group.

Every other step, the Kyyreni boy turned to check on Kelsee. The fur visible outside of his teal clothes was the expected blond, but his tail lacked a tuft there was no trace of a mane; traits that were present in every adult male Kyyreni the reptile had seen thus far. On the third glance the boy said, “My name is Hafn. Hafn Tavik. I didn't catch yours.” Kelsee did not reply, and her silence clearly made the boy feel awkward as he deliberately cleared his throat and glanced away. “Do you have a name?”
“Yes, Master,” she answered. Realising with a pang of anxiety this was not the expected answer she quickly corrected, “My name is Kelsee, Master.”
“That's a nice name,” Hafn replied. He slowed in front of a door and pushed it open. “This is my room. Well, our room now, I guess? I mean, you're supposed to stay with me, right?”
Kelsee had no answer to the questions being asked, though she did find his uncertainty strangely calming. He was a boy full of doubts, and so it seemed unlikely he would be cruel. Perhaps she was simply wishing for something beyond her reach, but simply daring to think it was a comfort.
The room was smaller than expected, but furnished with antiques and decorated with lacquered wooden wall panels. Hafn sat on a chair that looked a hundred years old and gestured to the bed. “So... you're a concubine?”
“I am what my Master wishes me to be,” she answered, trembling slightly as she approached the bed. As she had earlier for Silver-eyes, Kelsee perched on the bed and lay back, parting her legs as wide as she could and spreading her young cunny for the boy to see. She kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling, willing herself to be calm and still as she heard a soft, surprised gasp come from her young owner.
“A-are you... sure you want to do it right now? I-I'm not complaining! It just... I just... thought you might want to talk a bit first?” The slave gave no reply. She heard Hafn slip from the chair and approach, catching a glimpse of him from the bottom of her vision before he knelt down to examine her privates. “You're a little different down here than Kyyreni girls,” he added, and a few seconds later Kelsee felt the boy's warm breath upon her most intimate flesh. A curious, lapping tongue followed soon after, stroking slowly upwards and sending a tingling through her body that triggered an involuntary reaction. She felt herself go limp, her mind sinking into itself as a shield against the impending rape.
The girl lay numb for a minute before she realised the licking had stopped, yet there was nothing to replace it. Her eyes refocused to find Hafn sat beside her with a fearful look upon his muzzle. “Are you okay? You looked... shocked. Like you were somewhere else.”
“I-I'm s-sorry, M-master!” the girl whimpered, unable to stop tears from forming at the idea of having angered her new owner. But her reaction made Hafn recoil.
“You don't need to be sorry!” he blurted out hastily. “When you spread yourself I thought that you wanted... are you alright? Did someone tell you that was what you had to do?”
“Yes, Master. S-someone did.” Kelsee couldn't bare to say more. She gave up fighting and allowed herself to cry, and to her surprise Hafn lifted her up into a sitting position and held her tightly.
“It's okay, Kelsee. I didn't think. I wouldn't have touched you there if I thought it would hurt you like this!”
The affection left the Karrian stunned. The lizard girl had been put through so much that she had all but forgotten how it felt to be cared for, and though being gripped initially left her tense she began to relax into his grip, slowly putting her own arms around the Kyyreni boy and resting her snout upon his shoulder. The hug continued until her breathing slowed and the sniffling stopped, at which point Hafn pulled away just enough to meet her gaze. “Why don't I show you around the palace? You can borrow some of my clothes if you like? I think they'll fit you, and we can get you something made to wear later.”
“I... can wear clothes?” the question tumbled out of her mouth, making Kelsee feel stupid for asking it. This was just one more stab in the heart, realising how quickly the slavers' cruelty had become the norm.
“Of course you can! Here, let me get you some pants and a shirt...”

They left the room together, with Kelsee now wearing a black and red kilt with matching shirt. Neither fit particularly well, but the simple fact her body was covered for once brought a smile to the girl's lips. The leash had also stayed behind so Kelsee followed her master freely, nodding every so often as he pointed out rooms or tried to impress her with the histories and lineages of the House, none of which meant anything to her. The boy took her out of the main building and into the gardens, of which there were apparently several; each was cordoned off with hedges or fences, and the brief running commentary suggested there was a different purpose for each. Hafn felt it important to highlight a memorial garden, and spoke with quiet reverence of the heroic figures represented therein.
His eventual destination was a rectangular garden surrounded by high, green-brown hedges. A strip of yellow grass lay in the centre, enclosed by gravel paths and overlooked with benches. As Kelsee stepped through the opening in the hedge walls she was struck by the sudden shift in background noise – the low hum of the city beyond the palace was gone, replaced by a sighing breeze and distant birdsong. The transition startled her, but Hafn didn't seem to notice. The boy instead wandered over and sat down in the shadow of the single, twisting tree that occupied the far end of the garden, finding a comfortable nook between its buttressed roots. He patted the ground beside him and Kelsee followed, laying down beside her master with head and shoulders against the bark.
“I think this is my favourite garden,” Hafn said. “There's not many real trees here, so it's nice to be close to one. Probably sounds stupid, but it's... comforting, I guess?” he paused to study the Karrian girl. She lay with her legs apart and knees raised, her left foot holding her tail to one side. “Are you comfortable?”
Kelsee didn't answer straight away, prompting Hafn to ask again. “Kelsee? Are you okay? Do you need something?”
With a wince she dared to protest, “the bark's a little rough.” Hafn reacted immediately, removing his shift and balling it up to act as a pillow for her. One more kind act to chip away at her fears and doubts. Having received one boon, she dared for another. “I also... have to pee.”
“Oh, go ahead,” the boy replied with a wave of his arm.
A few moments later, a gentle pattering sound made Hafn's ears prick. She saw her mistake immediately in his expression, but in her long month of 'training' the slavers had rarely ever given her relief any consideration – she had effectively lived on top of a drain, and it was the norm to simply wet herself when the need arose. By the time this revelation came it was far too late, and Kelsee let her snout drop in shame as the last trickle of her mistake quietly soaked into her borrowed kilt.
“Do you want me to find you something else to wear?” Hafn asked after a long and awkward pause. “I'm not mad, okay? Accidents happen.”
With trembling fingers, Kelsee slipped the wet garment off and handed it to her master. “I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I thought that's what you wanted.”
“That's not really my kind of thing, but I appreciate the thought,” the boy tried to play it off with a chuckle. “Wait here and I'll get you some clean clothes.”
“I-” Hafn paused at Kelsee's utterance. “I'm okay with being nude, master.”
“You sure?”
She nodded slowly, and daring to act on her own she unbuttoned the borrowed shirt, returning it to its owner. She lay back once more, subtly parting her legs a little further. With a smile, and a brief glance at her exposed slit, Hafn made himself comfortable next to her once more. “Thank you for not punishing me,” she added.
The comment made Hafn's ears fold low against his skull. “You got 'punished' a lot, I'm guessing.”
“Constantly, even when I tried to obey,” she confessed, her snout flinching in painful recollection. “I used to fantasise about being a slave back home. I would masturbate over the idea of being owned, being turned into a... a fuck toy. I even met up with a total stranger and let him finger me. It was fun then, but the real thing...” a growing sob halted her confession.
“Are you a rejuve, then?” She nodded at the question. “Me too. To be honest I was a little worried about that. I feel better knowing you used to be older, if that makes sense?”
“I always wanted to be rejuvenated,” Kelsee continued. “Not as a kink thing, more... because I was a failure as an adult. I'd hardly even started my life and I already felt it was going nowhere. I guess I just wanted to surrender, to go back to letting someone else do all the thinking for me and... I don't know what.”
A caring arm closed around her, and she was softly pulled against the warm fur of Hafn's chest. “I'll do that for you,” he whispered. “I'll take care of everything for you, whatever you need. You are safe here, and nobody is ever going to hurt you again.”

The care and comfort sent a shiver through the girl's spine. A thought came unbidden, a daring impulse that began at the crotch and made her tail twitch in apprehension, but it was necessary. A final step to truly learn whether this was real, if this 'Hafn' was the master she'd dreamed of. “Master? Would you... touch me? Down there?”
After a pause, Kelsee felt the soft pads of Hafn's paw glide down her side and over her hip. The exploring fingers found the private slit where green scale gave way to pink flesh, and with deliberate care he stroked her opening, his touch so light it tickled, causing a shake in her breathing. “A little bit firmer, please? Just a little bit,” she pleaded, and his second touch was less teasing. Slow, careful caresses came one after another, and Kelsee reached down with her own hand to spread one of her lower lips aside, inviting Hafn to be more thorough in his touch. Her breathing became deeper and more rapid as the boy's explorations grew in daring and force, his fingertip pressing over and against the vaginal opening several times but never entering. All the while, conflicting emotions bubbled inside the lizard slave, until the young girl gave a soft yelp, “s-stop!”
Hafn yanked his paw away sharply, recoiling from her cry. “Did I hurt you? If I did-” the princeling was silenced by a sudden, forceful kiss upon his lips.
“You stopped!” Kelsee gasped, with joyful tears streaming down her cheeks. “You stopped when I asked!”
“Of course I did,” Hafn answered, realising now why she was so relieved.
The girl settled down beside him once more. “Do it again, please?”
Now understand the rules of the game, Hafn gave his pet a warm smile. “I would love you.” His fingers returned to their task, sending shivers up and down Kelsee's spine with every careful caress. He watched her carefully, trying to judge where and how she most liked to be touched, but he did not cease until he told. Every time she asked him to stop he would pull away, and each time Kelsee was struck with an overwhelming sense of relief, better and more joyful than any orgasm. Her confidence grew, until she realised that was fast becoming more than a trust exercise. Her crotch was warm, and when next her master pulled away she could see a wetness on the black flesh of his fingertip.

The Karrian slave turned to meet Hafn's eye. “I... I think I'm ready, master.”
“Ready for what?” the boy asked as Kelsee rose to her knees.
“Ready to give myself to you, master, as a slave should.” She stood over him with legs wide apart and used her fingers to spread herself. “Please, master, take your slave's virginity!”
“Here? Now?” Kelsee nodded, and Hafn wasted no time in removing his shorts. His boyhood, already excited after masturbating a female for so long, was at half mast and hardening quickly. He sat up to taste her again, and this time it was a sensation she had no desire to escape from. She let her master's tongue explore her, wetting her more thoroughly than her own young juices had.
“M-master?” the gasp made Hafn pause. “Please lie down.”
The boy obeyed, and Kelsee gently eased herself towards his stiff, red member. Her fingers carefully guided his tip into place, letting it rest for a moment as she positioned herself just right. The pair fixed eyes, and with a smile upon her snout Kelsee lowered herself down. The expression on Hafn's face as he slid inside was ridiculous, yet wonderful; pleasure robbed the young noble of any self control, his eyes creasing shut as his jaw fell open in a breathless gasp of pleasure. The slave's descent was slow, careful, and almost cruel in its pace, the Karrian taking almost a full minute to come to rest with her labia against Hafn's now fully formed, bulging knot. She shifted again, drawing delighted moans from her master, and dared to ask one final question. “Master? Do you... do you love me?”
“I do! I love you so much!” he gasped, not that any red-blooded male would have said otherwise in his position. But either way, it was exactly what Kelsee wanted to hear.
The girl bit her lip in anticipation and forced her hips down sharply. Forcing the knot inside was painful, but it pushed her master over the edge into climax. Kelsee kept still and let him twitch, her warm cunny fitting tightly around his boyhood, squeezing every inch of it. She rode through the discomfort of being knotted with a happy mantra, “my master loves me! My master loves me!” whispered over and over as she slowly began to grind and clench, moving for her own pleasure without thought of her master's wants. Hafn gave no protest, though his rising and falling groans, whines and moans coupled with frequent shifts between letting her ride as she liked, and frantic twitching of his cock. She knew that the Kyyreni knot was tied to climax, and that squeezing it brought release. Young and tight as she was, Hafn's knot was unable to fully swell inside her, applying enough pressure that she didn't want to pull it free, but also keeping the noble boy locked in near permanent climax.
The revelation only spurred her to be more forceful. After so much pain, abuse and humiliation, it felt wonderful to have control. It was liberating.
As she became more aggressive, humping and moaning atop her furry master, Hafn's began to thrust in rhythm. The little motions brought fresh bliss to the girl, pushing waves of pleasure through her body in ways she had never thought she'd feel again. A fresh heat grew inside, different from the warmth of Hafn's cock. “I'm going to cum!” she gasped, and the thrill of the revelation pulled her back to her inner sub. “I'm being fucked by my master in public... and I'm going to cum!”
“Y-you have permission!” Hafn gasped, guessing this was what she wanted.
Kelsee threw back her head and cried out at the top of her voice as the orgasm claimed her. “I'm cumming! I'm cumming!”
The release was everything she had ever dreamed of. The first climax of her newly rejuvenated body was so fierce she nearly blacked out, leaving her catatonic atop her master as its waves of pleasure ebbed down. Both rejuves relaxed, sweaty and exhausted after having engaged in the most adult of activities together. Now that she kept still, or perhaps because he had simply been pushed far beyond what he could handle, Hafn's member finally shrank enough for her to slide off. Her legs turned to jelly as she tried to stand, causing her to flop onto her backside with a foolish giggle that her master quickly joined. Yet Hafn fell silent almost immediately, post-climax bliss shifting to horror. Kelsee turned to see a Kyyreni female, around the same age as herself, grinning wickedly at the leafy entrance to the garden.
“Well, you two have been busy,” the intruder said with a cackle that seemed to belong to a much older woman.
Hafn was left speechless, but Kelsee was drunk on the flood of endorphins both the sex and her inner revelation had given her. She wiped a finger over her cunny, now terribly sensitive after the thorough working over from her master's cock, and scooped the dribble of spunk that leaked from her. “I was pleasuring my master,” she announced, offering the seed as evidence.
“Oh I can see that! I heard the young sire had received a gift! But I think you two should go wash up and get dressed. Sire Tavik? The Lord Governor wishes you to attend him.”
“Do I have to be dressed?” Kelsee asked.
The female's brow furrowed. “I suppose not... but most girls prefer to have clothes on. I know my daughter's maid fusses whenever she's made to go furclad.”
“I would like to be in bare scale. It pleases my master,” she glanced at the blushing boy behind her.
“I can see that!” came another cackling reply. “What's your name, child?”
“Kelsee, ma'am.”
“I'll remember that. You may call me Grand-Mother. Though I do like ma'am, feels respectful. Some people here don't respect their elders like they should!” the jab was clearly directed at Hafn. “Welcome to House Vaskal, my dear. If that one ever does you wrong, you come tell me and I'll see it sorted!”
Kelsee felt Hafn's paws close around her waist protectively. “I would never do her wrong,” he growled, and the fierceness of his tone caught Grand-Mother flat-footed. Her surprise soon formed into an approving smile.
“Well now, seems this lizard finally made a man of you, sire! Don't keep my grandson waiting too long, please?” With a last wink to Kelsee, the Kyyreni female left.

The rest of the day was pleasantly routine. The House had many members, and while the sight of a nude lizard in a society of wolfish creatures was somewhat surprising, she was not the only non-Kyyreni slave. The bath was her first stop, of which there were several around the House, and she learned they were often staffed by servants and fellow slaves, should she ever want to be pampered. For that day, Kelsee was content to let her master bathe her; a task he was more than happy to perform.
The kitchens were informed of her Karrian dietary needs, keeping supplements that Grand-Mother would personally ensure she took at the proper times. Grand-Mother also revealed that food was available whenever she desired it, and even a light ration of alcohol was socially accepted for a girl her age.
She was also quite deliberately shown where the nearest latrine was prior to Hafn departing for his duties. It was clearly done in jest, and Kelsee playfully rocked her hips and whispered, “maybe I like wetting myself in front of you. Maybe you like it too?” That was a question for another day.
Though she was permitted to explore and socialise, Kelsee retired as soon as the evening meal was eaten. Hafn tucked her into his bed – their bed now – and bade her sleep well before departing to do whatever he planned to do with his evening. Cradled by a soft mattress, stomach full to bursting, with silken sheets around her, Kelsee should have been in absolute bliss.
Yet she couldn't help but shudder in the dark, windowless bedroom. Alone now, with no kind master to cuddle her, the shadows were full of ghosts and memories of trauma. She hastily switched the bedside light back on, shaking in its glow. “I'm safe now,” she said, hoping the words would chase away her fears.
The girl rested her head back onto the pillow, desperately trying to will herself to sleep, begging the softness to chase away the burned-in sensation of sleeping on a painfully hard floor in a cage too small to fit her. She pretended at sleep for over an hour, and true rest only came when her master returned, switched off the light, and snuggled his naked fur against her back.
She had some healing left to do, but her last thought before true rest came was that her master would surely help her.