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Subject: {ASSM} Story - RedTails : A Night Out, A Night In - Part 03  (M/F FF/M, magic, inc, furry, spank)
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RedTails:  Awakenings
A Night Out, A Night In

Chapter III - Penance, Passion, and a Bath

By - Scarletdown

     Now alone in the outer lounge, Frelic turned to his sister and gave 
her a smile that reflected a mix of pure unconditional love, and 
unbridled feral passion.  "Now, my little tender hawk," he purred, "We 
have an appointment in the bed chamber."  He clasped a leash to her 
collar, removed her tail belt, picked up the paddle, and led his pet 
sister through the door to the south.
     The bed chamber was just as large as the outer lounge.  A 
four-poster bed large enough to sleep at least six Elf or Furling-sized 
people dominated the southwest corner of the room.  A large wooden chest 
sat locked on the floor at the foot of the bed, and beside the bed's 
head, a small table stood, with a tall, thick candle in a brass holder 
perched at the center.  Along the wall that the bed chamber shared with 
the outer lounge, was a large, thick double cushion, upon which was a 
nest of pillows and light cotton blankets.  It sat between a four drawer 
dresser to the left; its top surface fitted with a large mirror, and a 
wide bookcase which was mostly empty save for a pair of leather-bound 
journals belonging to Karma and Frelic, and Thissle's collection of 
lesson tomes and scrolls.
     A square, pinewood table with four wooden chairs around it 
decorated the middle of the room, and the southeast corner featured a 
small roll-top desk with a single padded chair.  There was a door in the 
east wall near the desk.  It was open, and Shaasta could see that it led 
to a small, private study.  She guessed that the other door in the same 
wall, near the one they had come through, was another entrance to the 
bathing chamber.  And set into the wall beside the night table, a double 
door, fitted with actual glass windows like the one out in the other 
room, opened out to the balcony.

     Shaasta's Master closed the door behind him, guided his pet over to 
the table in the middle of the room, and removed the leash from her 
collar.  Still clad in nothing but his boots, Frelic's passion and 
arousal were clearly evident in more than just his violet cat-like eyes; 
The Elf pet knew that she would soon feel her Master's hard cock filling 
her hot depths at long last, finally satisfying the longing burn she had 
been holding back ever since her brother first started his inspection of 
her sweet treasures back at the Southern Rose.
     "Ten platinum pieces," Frelic said, his voice low and stern as he 
looked his pet over, his fingers tracing a gentle line down her left 
cheek from temple to chin.  "That is one thousand gold pieces, dear 
sister.  Do you know how many days wages that is for the average worker?"
     Math was not one of Shaasta's strengths, so all she could guess 
was, "A lot, Master."
     "Yes, that is a lot.  That was why Master Varo nearly had a heart 
attack when I offered to pay your full original price instead of the 
seven he had discounted you to."
     "I am really grateful that you spent that on me, Master.  And I 
give you my solemn word that that will be the best ten platinums you 
have ever spent.  I am forever in your debt, my Master, my brother.  All 
that I am belongs to you for all time and beyond."
     Shaasta's impromptu vow of submission hit Frelic like a war mace 
across the back of his head.  A single tear escaped down his cheek, and 
he took his pet sister in his arms, his hands again gripping her sweet 
tender bottom and hers likewise pressed against his.  Their lips touched 
and practically became one, tongues probing each other's.  His hard 
maleness rubbing against the warm, damp, slit of her sex, Frelic wanted 
to take this beautiful creature he held in his arms, bend her over the 
table, and ride her to the summit of pure and feral passionate ecstacy, 
right here, right now.  However, he had one last task to accomplish 
before consummating their relationship of loving Master and devoted Pet.

     "Shaasta, do you remember that bit of advice I imparted to you and 
Hansen before you went off on your little adventure?"  Frelic asked.
     She nodded, remembering, "You advised us to avoid travelling along 
the northwest coast of Diranni."
     "Correct.  And why did I suggest that?"
     "You had heard that the economy was depressed in this area; people 
are struggling to make their way by any means possible."
     "And any means is just that, any.  For some, that means preying on 
unsuspecting travellers."
     "Brigands, charlatans, and slavers."
     "Right.  And what did you two do despite my warnings?"  Frelic 
continued his interrogation.
     "We journeyed up the northwest coast anyway.  Hansen and I had been 
through so much together, we honestly felt that we could outsmart any 
thugs we might encounter along the way."
     "You underestimated the severity of the situation around here," 
Frelic declared.  "Those who have taken up such an unsavory path are 
desperate.  They have nothing to lose and the prospect of tremendous 
gains to fight for."
     "Yes, Master," Shaasta agreed, "Neither of us truly understood 
until it was too late, just what we were up against.  We lost."
     "Ten platinum pieces, one thousand gold," Frelic repeated again. 
"I hate constantly bringing up the cost of your rescue, but it was a 
cost that was the result of your disregard for my advise."
     "I am truly sorry for what I cost you, Master.  I will heed your 
instincts from now on," the fire-maned girl assured him, "And I will 
find a way to repay you for your loss."
     Frelic smiled devilishly at his sister, "No.  I do not need the 
coin back.  I have you now, a pet sister for whome I would have gladly 
paid ten times or more what I did; you, my love vixen, are truly 
priceless to me."
     Shaasta blushed and averted her eyes, visibly embarrassed at her 
Master's flattering words.  A moment later, she recomposed herself and 
looked him in the eyes again, "Still, if it is at all possible to repay 
the debt in any way..."
     Frelic held his hand up to silence her, "Shush a moment, tender 
hawk. I do indeed have a suitable penance to prescribe to you."  He held 
up the paddle he was carrying.
     "By the Mink!" Shaasta swore, "Yet another paddling?  Hansen was 
right, Master.  You do seem to have a single track mind tonight.  But if 
reddening my bottom even more is what you decree, who am I to argue?"

     "Master Varo and Lilieblume indeed did some good work in training 
you," Frelic noted, nodding his approval, "but be warned, Shaasta.  This 
is not to be like any of the spankings I have given you recently or back 
when we were tender tails."
     Shaasta was starting to look worried.
     Again Frelic repeated as if it was a mantra, "Ten platinum pieces, 
one thousand gold pieces."  But this time, he added, "One thousand gold 
pieces, one thousand swats, one per gold piece."
     Shaasta put her hands protectively over her backside and shook her 
head, "No, Master," she protested, panic in her voice, "One thousand 
swats?  My bottom would not be able to withstand such a heavy punishment."
     "One thousand gold pieces, one thousand swats," the Elven wizard 
again said.  "Do not force me to cast a Holding spell over you Shaasta," 
he warned her, "I would prefer that you submit to this by your own will; 
submit to this by the vow you pledged to me mere minutes ago."
     Tears trickling down her face, Shaasta knew deep down that she was 
bound to obey and submit to her punishment.  She had pledged her 
submission and then offered to pay whatever penance her Master desired 
to declare.
     "Turn and face the table," Frelic instructed.
     She turned around so that she was facing away from her brother and 
awaited his next command.
     "Spread your feet; bend over; grab the edge of the table."
     Again, she obeyed, bracing herself against the pine table, her rear 
thrust out and presented to her Master, awaiting the firey kiss of the 
paddle.  Mercifully, it was not a long wait.  Standing behind and to her 
left, Frelic removed the rose that was nested up her ass and ran his 
tongue along the length of its stem, savoring the delightfully decadent 
flavor of gehennite-cleansed Elven bottom.  He placed the flower in his 
hair behind his left ear for safe keeping, then he assumed a firm 
two-handed grip on the paddle and rubbed its round wooden blade over his 
twin sister's round, soft, quivering southern hills.
     "Shaasta, I am going to turn your lovely ass the same color as your 
lovely mane."  He gave her rump a pair of light taps with the weapon of 
discipline and gave her a final instruction, "Now, you are going to 
receive a large number of swats.  And because I will be busy 
concentrating on paddling your butt, I may lose count.  Therefore, you 
are to count out each strike as it lands on your bottom."
     And so, Shaasta's penance for costing her brother ten platinum 
pieces, one thousand gold pieces, was executed on her tender ass in 
earnest. There was a soft whoosh of the paddle dropping down through the 
air, followed by a loud SMACK as oak connected with soft, tender flesh, 
striking solidly on the left cheek of her bottom.  A white hot burning 
spread out across her rear, momentarily robbing the Elf girl of her 
breath.  Then, closing her eyes, she gasped out through clenched teeth, 
"One!"
     A second SMACK, followed by the white hot pain, this time on the 
right cheek caused her to yelp out, "Two!"  And this was followed by yet 
another burning impact, landing squarely across the center of her ass. 
Already, the punishment was unbearable, and Shaasta wondered how she 
would withstand the nine hundred ninety-seven yet to come.  "Three!"

     In the bathing chamber, Thissle and Karma had put Hansen to work 
immediately, helping to prepare them for their evening at Hot Summer 
Nights.  The Squirrel's leash, collar, and rose had been removed and 
placed safely on top of a table in the corner of the room by the door, 
and Hansen, Karma, and Thissle were soaking in a large cedar tub, filled 
with fresh steaming water from the underground hot spring that flowed 
and bubbled beneath the inn.
     After they were completely drenched in the steaming water, not 
quite hot enough to scald, Hansen was ordered to completely soap down 
and scrub the girls.  Even had he not been bound to obey them, he would 
have been a fool to decline this task.  "This has to be a dream," he 
thought to himself, as the girls stood on the submerged ledge that 
encircled the edge of the tub so that only their lower legs and feet 
were beneath the water.  He rubbed the lightly scented cake of soap all 
over Thissle's smooth, slick, wet body.  He made certain that he covered 
every last square inch of her lovely tanned flesh above the water line, 
from her brow down to the middle of her muscular but soft thighs, giving 
extra attention to the delicious-looking, jiggly, orbs and the crevasse 
that formed her perfect derriere.  "If only my sibs could see me now, 
sharing a steaming tub with two hot and sexy young ladies, whose desires 
I am required to obey."  His thoughts focused on the word required, as 
if any Furling in his right mind would balk at this situation, and soft 
giggle escaped him.
     "What's so funny?" Thissle asked, her body now glistening all wet 
and slippery with the scented coating of soap.
     "Oh, nothing nothing really," Hansen replied, giving her bottom a 
playful swat, then turning his attention to the drenched Rabbit to his 
left, "I was just reflecting about how I seem to be living the Furling 
Dream," he admitted.  Thissle and Karma giggled with him.
     "Yes," Thissle agreed, "Now that you mention it, this does feel 
like a drawing right out of one of those naughty weeklies you see at the 
news vendor's stall in the market."  She planted a soapy kiss on his 
cheek and then playfully goosed him under the tail, her finger easily 
finding the tight little opening behind his hard shaft of maleness, 
lightly pressing against the entrance, but not quite penetrating.
     "You silly teaser," Hansen laughed, playfully sticking his tongue 
out at the copper-maned girl.  He resumed his task, gently but firmly 
massaging the soap into Karma's fur, again covering every square inch of 
her lovely body down to the tops of her thighs.
     Both girls now fully soaped down, Hansen reached over and picked up 
the pair of wooden, soft bristled bath brushes that lay on the tub's 
deck, "Turn around and face me, girls," he instructed, "I am going to do 
you both at the same time; ooh, that sounded naughty."

     Giggling like school girls, Karma and Thissle turned and stood 
before Hansen, who was armed with the twin bath brushes, tools of 
cleansing which both girls knew all too well could easily double as 
paddles of the cruelest kind.  For a brief moment, the two giggling 
young ladies, standing wet and naked before the diminutive Furling, 
looked for all the world as if they were the bratty pets awaiting 
disciplining.
     He expertly worked both of them simultaneously, gently working the 
soft bristles in small slow circles over their luscious soapy bodies, 
forming a thick creamy lather in the brushes' wake.  The brushes 
massaged vigorously over their shoulders, down their arms, and back up 
to their necks; the bristles not once losing contact with flesh and fur. 
  Under their dainty chins he scrubbed, then worked their breasts, full 
but not overly endowed; their perky nipples stood erect on the soft orbs 
as the soapy bristles tickled and teased.  Karma and Thissle's sweet 
scent of arousal, mingled with the light fragrant perfumes of the soap, 
filled the Squirrel's nostrils, and the steamy water, frosted with 
lather, hid the erection that formed between his muscular thighs.
     From beyond the door next to the one leading to the outer lounge, 
the rhythmic slap of oak on bare flesh, coupled with the pained cries of 
a girl pleading for mercy, the distinctive sounds of punishment, could 
be heard.
     Karma winced in sympathy, "Sounds like Shaasta is getting paddled 
yet again, poor girl," she sighed.
     Even Thissle, who had learned to enjoy most spankings, placed her 
hands on her wet, slick bottom and turned her gaze towards the closed 
door, "And it sounds like one helluva tail roasting Master is giving her 
this time too.  I wonder what the brat did so soon to earn a real 
punishment spanking?"
     Hansen shrugged and continued his chore, now working the brushes 
down the girls' tummies in firmer wider circles.  The sounds coming from 
the next room brought images to his mind, images of his Elven lover 
submitting to their Master's paddle, her sweet lovely butt taking strike 
after strike after strike, jiggling cutely with every blow as her aft 
flesh burned red.  His erection beneath the water lengthened and pulsed. 
  "Perhaps she mouthed off to Master," he suggested, "You know how 
feisty that girl can be.  Or perhaps she did nothing, and he is paddling 
her just because he can, you know; for his own pleasure, to give her a 
really good warm up before boinking her."
     "Well, whatever his reasons," Thissle said, "it's his call.  And 
Shaasta probably had it coming to her anyway."
     Karma giggled, "A day of reckoning, ye might say.  Now be careful, 
furball.  You are getting to our high value zones."  She and Thissle 
spread their legs a little wider as Hansen gently caressed the brushes 
between their thighs, tickling in tiny circles over the plump mounds. 
Thissle's was bare and smooth, and Karma's had a pelt of light blue fur; 
normally fluffy enough to provide modesty when dry, though now matted 
down to clearly reveal the tight slit of her sex.  The Squirrel worked 
his brushes back to the tender spot between their treasure slots and 
tight southern stars, then continued his journey down the girls' inner 
thighs, stopping at the waterline, back up, and back down the other side.
     Hansen stepped back and rested the brushes, like sword blades, on 
his shoulders, "Finished afore, m'ladies," he announced, "Now please 
turn around so that I can work aft."
     Thissle and Karma turned around and presented their delightful 
backsides to the Squirrel so that he could continue his task.

     "Forty eight!" Shaasta gasped through her tears as the oak paddle 
continued to relentlessly tenderize her ass.  She had stopped kicking 
and struggling after the thirtieth swat, and now merely clenched her aft 
cheeks and flexed her thighs with each impact.
     Another smack of wood and flesh, sent yet another swell of fire 
through her burning backside and drew more tears in a steady stream from 
her eyes, "Forty nine!"  Never in her life had she received a paddling 
so terrible, so intense.  Even during her previous captivity, neither 
Captain Hayes, Mistress Triniti nor even Lieutenant Tarna had ever even 
come close to administering punishment on her tender tail bottom like 
her dear brother was now inflicting.  Another strike, no harder nor 
softer than the previous forty and nine burned across the upper curve of 
her crimson butt, squarely across both cheeks, "Fifty!"
     Shaasta bowed her head, eyes closed tight as more tears escaped 
down her face and joined the small pool that had formed on the table. 
"A mere fifty," she thought to herself, "with another fifty and nine 
hundred remaining."  But fifty one did not burn its punishment into her 
tortured, tender flesh.  Instead, she felt her Master's soft hands 
gently caressing the glowing hills of her paddled ass.  She gasped and 
winced at his touch, as his fingers rubbed and kneaded her glowing flesh 
and the silver brand which stood out and shimmered brighter than ever 
before against the lovely red background of her lovely Elven rump.

     Frelic set the paddle on the table in front of her, then wrapped an 
arm around his sister and gently pulled her upright to face him.  He 
wiped the tears from her damp cheeks and combed his fingers through her 
touseled red mane.  His loving smile as his gaze met hers proved 
contagious; her eyes, red from crying, lit up and her soft pouty lips 
parted softly in a smile that matched her brother's.
     "You are one amazing girl, dear sister," Frelic said, his voice a 
soft seductive purr."  Before she could respond, he silenced her with a 
kiss as hot as the flameless fire burning across her paddle-warmed butt. 
  As their lips pressed together and their tongues sweetly probed and 
tasted each others', the fingers of Frelic's left hand traced down the 
valley formed by his sisters soft, round flanks, and came to rest at the 
entrance to her tight little rear entrance.  He teased around the rim, 
and then slipped his index and middle finger up her clean, hot, rectal 
passage, while continuing to knead her scorched, paddled flesh with his 
other hand.
     She gasped and gave a sweet moan as for the second time that day, 
her brother's fingers probed her nether depths.  Their lips parted from 
each other and the two just stood there gazing into one another's eyes 
for what seemed like an eternity or two.  Frelic's fingers continued to 
probe deep up Shaasta's ass while he held her, and she caressed and 
kneaded her Master's smooth, bare bottom; which was every bit as 
delightful as her own.  One hand slid around Frelic's hip and came to 
rest upon the hard shaft of his cock.  She gently stroked its length, 
top and underside with her soft Elven fingers, and took a firm grip on 
it, guiding it to her waiting feminine fore passage, which was damp and 
ready to receive her Master's passion.
     "Not yet, my little boink bunny," Frelic whispered, his lips and 
tongue ever so gently tickling the edges and tip of one gracefully 
pointed ear.
     Shaasta sighed, "More paddling?"
     "No," Frelic replied, "No more paddling yet."
     "But that was only fifty swats," she reminded him, "and you 
sentenced me to one thousand."
     Frelic nodded and smiled again, "Yes, that was only fifty. 
Remember that number, for your penance will be carried out over the 
course of the next few weeks, in sessions such as the one which we just 
completed.  We will conduct sessions of fifty swats at least once per 
day, sometimes two or three times per day should I wish until the one 
thousand have been fulfilled."
     "Thank-you, Master," Shaasta replied, sighing with relief that she 
would not have to take the full thousand in one sitting, or one standing 
to be precise.
     "That won't exempt you from spankings for other reasons, mind you," 
Frelic warned her, "whether for punishment or for pleasure," he gave her 
that devilish smile again and corrected himself, "either our shared 
pleasure or just my own."
     She nodded, understanding and accepting her brother's judgement. 
Frelic then removed his fingers from Shaasta's south passage, and 
touched them to her lips.  She took them into her mouth and found her 
arousal growing stronger as she tasted her own unique flavor.  Frelic 
led her over to the bed, and positioned her on top of the thick 
cushions, her head resting on the pillows, and her glowing, burning ass 
raised high.

     Saying no more, Frelic Willowpaw kneeled on the bed behind Shaasta, 
his thick, hard shaft pulsing, its tip dripping clear juices down her 
tight, smooth slit.  He mounted his sister like a pony.  His hands 
brushed through Shaasta's fiery mane and caressed all over her sides, 
inner thighs, and bottom.  Then those hands ran up her firm tummy and 
kneaded her breasts, lightly pinching the erect, perky nipples.  The Elf 
girl gasped and moaned yet again; her back arched and her sweet, crimson 
butt thrust upwards in anticipation, ready to receive her Master's cock. 
Giving her sensitive nipples one last tweak, Frelic smoothly drove his 
hard maleness deep into his pet sister's virgin-tight passion canal.

     Hansen had worked his twin bath brushes down Karma and Thissle's 
backs, and arrived at the area he had been looking forward to the most. 
  Still thankful that the soapy water concealed his arousal, he 
vigorously worked the two gorgeous bottoms presented before him.  His 
brush strokes now were much harder than before, working in firm 
spiraling circles that left no area of the girls' plush derrieres 
untouched.  They spread their legs a little further apart, and thrust 
their spankable rumps up a little higher so that he could get the soapy 
bristles into the valley formed by their soft, round cheeks.  He could 
not tell for certain, but he thought he even heard Karma softly purr as 
the brush scrubbed her hidden areas.  Whether she purred or not, he 
could tell by the way her ears were laying against her back that the 
Furling Rabbit from Lockke was enjoying this immensely.  An impish grin 
appeared on his muzzle as he finished scrubbing their bottoms.  He knew 
he would probably get his ass thoroughly roasted for this, but he 
decided it would be worth the price.  Unable and in reality unwilling to 
resist the temptation, he pulled the bath brushes back, rolled them one 
hundred eighty degrees, and landed a hard swat on the two soap-clad 
bottoms in front of him with the flat, paddle-like backs of the 
scrubbers.  The impact of wood on wet flesh sounded like a small 
firecracker, and both girls gave out a startled yelp as they nearly 
leaped right out of the tub.
     They said nothing as they turned around and beckoned him forward. 
The silence that echoed through the room and the devilish gleam in their 
eyes frightened him.  Hansen waded towards Karma and Thissle.  They took 
the bath brushes from him and set them on the deck, then Thissle picked 
him up so that only his legs, from the ankles on down were in the soapy 
water.  Karma took the bar of soap and rubbed it all over the Squirrel's 
wet, furry body.  When she was finished, Thissle laid him on his back on 
the deck, both girls took a brush, and they double-teamed him. 
Exchanging a look and a teasing giggle with each other at the sight of 
his stiff secret revealed, the girls took turns teasingly stroking the 
Squirell's bobbing cock and the furry sack beneath it, eliciting a 
pleasured whimper from him.  Then, they began scrubbing his fur into a 
thick lather, working his little body as he had worked theirs, gentle 
circular strokes over his shoulders, down his arms, and back up to his 
neck.  He closed his eyes and smiled contentedly as the bristles 
massaged over his furry, and surprisingly muscular chest, down his 
stomach, and along his inner thighs.
     The girls next worked their brushes all over the hard package 
between his legs, working the sack, sheath, and shaft with much lighter 
and smaller strokes until Hansen was taken right to the very brink of 
orgasm.  But before he could reach the passionate summit, they gently 
flipped him over and Thissle started working the lather through the fur 
of his back while Karma scrubbed his tail; the normally thick bushy 
appendage, now waterlogged, looked more like a rat's than a squirrel's. 
  He closed his eyes and chirred softly as these two ladies gave him the 
soapy massage, so relaxing, all muscles except one turning to putty 
under their tender care.
     Reflexively, his legs parted as the twin brushes touched his 
bottom, moving with smaller but firmer circles over his well-toned 
nether flesh and between his cheeks, then down the backs of his thighs, 
and back up again for a second run over his rump.  He sighed happily as 
they finished with final strokes again along his inner thighs.  For the 
final touch, Karma and Thissle exchanged another look and nodded silent 
acknowledgement to each other.  Like a pair of headsmens' axes, the bath 
brushes were raised high above their heads, then after a brief moment, 
they swung down in graceful arcs and the flat sides of the wooden blades 
landed hard on the Squirrel's wet, soap-slicked butt, each one firmly 
striking a cheek, not once, not twice, but three times.  Hansen should 
have expected this rear assault, but the kiss of the bristles kneading 
his flesh through his wet fur had caused him to relax into a state of 
bliss so intense, that he was taken completely by surprise.
     The first pair of swats had jolted him awake, his dark eyes wide as 
saucers.  The second pair made his back arch, his front half lifting up 
off the deck as the sharp bite of the wood against his bottom fully 
registered with him.  The third pair of smacks finally caused him to 
yelp out.  With a quiet whimper, he reached behind him and rubbed his 
wet, stinging rear end, then the girls helped him to his feet in the 
tub.  They gave him that devilish smile again, set the bath brushes down 
on the deck, then all three disappeared beneath the steaming water to 
rinse the soap off of skin and out of fur.

     Shaasta was never a screamer. The Elf girl had always been a moaner 
and a most delightful squirmer, ever since she and Frelic first coupled 
as tender tails that night so long ago in the Calthani Peninsula's 
seaside city of Otterport.  Down on all fours like a wild pony, 
Shaasta's femininely wide bottom pressed hard against Frelic's groin and 
stomach.  Her tight, hot sex flexed hard around his shaft as it pounded 
hard inside her.  He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, her perky, 
sensitive nipples pinched painfully, pleasurably between his fingers. 
His hands then slid down her front, caressing over her trim stomach and 
gliding up around her hips; they began slapping a hard, feral drum beat 
against his sister's beautiful, paddle-reddened ass as he felt a heat 
wave flow over his entire body.  Shaasta moaned and whined, her 
thrashings beneath her rider growing stronger as the rhythmic smacks of 
her brother's hands on her rear intensified the unquenchable burn 
growing within her depths. Each thrust of his hard shaft in her sex 
driving her farther up towards the summit of the Mink's Mountain.
     Master and pet lingered on the edge of an emotional precipice for a 
full ten minutes; they rocked forward and back, locked together as one, 
letting the burning sexual energy within them build like a great 
tsunami.  Frelic's deep hard thrusts pounded inside Shaasta, and his 
hips pressed hard against her rear, which counterthrusted and ground 
against his loins.  The slap of his hands on her burning flanks beat a 
steady cadence for their feral, bestial dance, pushing them ever closer 
to the edge.  Finally, neither Elf could hold back any longer.  Frelic 
took a firm, two-handed grip on his sister's butt and reared back like a 
wild pony stallion.  At the same moment, Shaasta's fiery-maned head 
lifted up and back, her emerald green eyes half closed.  Her back 
gracefully arched; her slick, hot nether folds clenched tight around her 
Master's cock; and as one, they slipped over the edge into a vast, 
lust-filled void.  Falling into a deep, warm sea of passionate bliss, 
Shaasta writhed and moaned in pure unadulturated ecstacy, while Frelic's 
seed flowed hot from his hard, pulsing rod inside her most intimate 
channel.  Frelic growled like a great cat, his nails digging into 
Shaasta's rump; his shaft pounded again and again inside his sister's 
tight, slick sex, pumping his hot, sweet Elven juices into her depths. 
Another ten minutes and they were spent.

     With a euphoric sigh, they collapsed together on the bed, rolling 
onto their sides to cuddle as Master and pet, as loving twin brother and 
sister, just as they had done many times those twelve years ago at the 
tender age of eleven summers, Frelic's cock still hard and nested deep 
inside her, and Shaasta's bottom and back firmly pressed against him. 
Frelic's gentle hands caressed and petted Shaasta's breasts, firm 
stomach, and hips before slipping down to knead her soft thighs, first 
the fronts, and then the inner surfaces, which caused her to tremble 
with another little wave of pleasure.
     "Ah, Shaasta, dear sister," Frelic purred, "I am truly the most 
fortunate Elf on all of Niath."
     Shaasta giggled and squirmed playfully against her brother, "Oh, 
Master, you embarrass this humble little pet with your flattery and 
sweet words."
     "Well, it is true, my little tender hawk.  I am indeed most 
fortunate that during the weeks you were in the Southern Rose, no one 
realized just how valuable you are.  And even then, ten platinums is 
only the smallest fraction of what my lovely sister is worth."
     Shaasta looked up at her brother, a soft crimson glow in her cheeks 
and an impish gleam in her emerald-green eyes, "I too feel most 
fortunate, Master, fortunate that I can serve and service such a 
wonderful, loving, and protective owner.  But you do realize that 
neither of us will feel so fortunate the next time we visit Calthani." 
She placed a hand on one of his as he continued to pet and caress her 
inner thighs, "You know that mother will turn both of us over her knee 
and roast our bottoms many times worse than the spanking you gave me."
     Frelic gave her a sheepish smirk and he shrugged, "Yes, we will 
most likely spend our next visit home on our feet, but what a small 
sacrifice to pay for what we now have, dear pet."  He nuzzled his face 
against hers, and purring like a kitten, playfully planted a series of 
rapid-fire loving nips along her neck and slender shoulders.  Their lips 
touched in a sweet, tender kiss, and then they lay there on the bed, 
cuddling together in silence and basking in each others' presence and 
warmth.



-- Scarletdown
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