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Slave Girl 2: Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2022-11-08 20:28:29 +0000 UTCWhen I spot the pale green slitted eyes watching us I momentarily thought them to belong to some wild cat. But soon I make out the long snout and tapered ears that revealed its true identity hidden among the leafy foliage. Realizing that it had been spotted the vibrant orange canine trots out into the open to take a closer look at the two naked people huddled in the riverside pool.
“It’s just a fox.” I say. “A little red fox.”
Rosa’s breath begins to slow and the trembling ceases. “A fox?”
“Yeah. A vixen I think.”
“A vixen?”
“Hard to tell. The males tend to have wider heads and necks.” I say. “This one is long and slender. She’s a small one. I don’t think she’s a pup though.”
Rosa takes a deep breath to settle her jangled nerves. “Whooo. I’m sorry Master.”
“It’s okay Rosa.”
“What’s she doing now?”
“She’s just watching us.” As I answer the fox stretches out to lay its belly over the warm stones. It’s paws pointed right at us it lays its head down upon them. “If she’s been watching for awhile she would have gotten quite the eyeful.”
Rosa’s tense shoulders relax. Her terrified clutch loosening from around my midsection she turns and holds to the stones at the edge of the pool. “Are foxes dangerous?”
“Only if you’re a rabbit. I’ve never heard of a fox attacking a person.”
“Where is she?”
Coming in behind Rosa I gently turn her head so that she faced the peeping pup. “There.” I whisper into her ear. “She’s only about two cart length’s away. She is laying on the rocks looking right at you.”
“Hello fox.” Rosa reaches out toward it. “I wish I could see her. Tell me what she looks like?”
“Her fur is thick and healthy. Despite her lean body she’s clearly been eating well. She is the color of a fully ripe apricot except for a white streak running from her chin down her neck and chest. The tip of her tail is also white. The tips of her ears and the ends of her paws are sooty black. Her eyes are like jade and boy are they watching us.” I say. “Not just watching us, studying us. She’s a clever one. You can just tell.”
“A clever vixen.”
I wrap my arms around her and hold my slave girl tight. She grips my forearm, grateful for my comfort. Looking down over her shoulder I could see that the momentary terror had killed her erection. That was okay by me. Though I was still hard I knew that our play had come to an end. The mood had been spoiled by the scare. The next time we tried something I would make sure we were in a better place for it. It might have been an awkward moment but thankfully the distraction of the fox as it gave us something to focus on.
“She’s bold to come into the open like this.” I say. “She’s not afraid at all. I wonder if my uncle used to feed her or something. Maybe she was a pet.”
“Not afraid at all.” Rosa repeats. “Is she beautiful?”
“As foxes go? Yeah, she’s a looker alright. Petite yet elegant. Really graceful.” I kiss the back of Rosa’s head. “Reminds me of somebody.”
She presses back into me. “Me too.”
“Shh.” I say. “She’s coming closer.”
The fox rises and pads closer to us in a wide arc around the pool. It’s keen green eyes never leave us. Holding Rosa I turn so that we continued to face it as it approaches from the far side. Stopping about an arm’s length from the edge of the pool it cocks its head to assess us one more time before coming right up to the lip to have drink. Rosa lets out a soft gasp as she hears the lapping of the fox’s pink tongue in the water.
“Hi girl.” She says softly. Her right hand stays gripped to my forearm as her left reaches out through the water toward it. “Hello little fox.”
The animal raises its head but does not back away. Lifting Rosa just enough so that she was off the bottom I very slowly begin to carry her closer. Rosa tenses up yet reaches out toward it further.
“Is she still there?” Rosa whispers.
“She’s there.” I say in a low calm voice so as not to spook the canine. Silently praying to Rosa’s ‘old green king’ that the fox’s boldness didn’t stem from some disease or uncharacteristic aggressiveness we glide ever closer, though I remain ready to pull my Lady back at the first sign of trouble. To my surprise the fox does not bolt. As Rosa comes near it lowers its head to snuffle it’s wet nose against the rose symbol scarred into the back of her hand.
“Hah!” Rosa starts at the contact but holds her hand steady as it takes in her scent. Even from my angle I could tell that she was smiling and that made me smile as well. The fox sniffs all around the back of Rosa’s delicate hand before greeting her with small lick. My Lady giggles at the tickle of its wet tongue. It nuzzles at her hand and buries its snout under Rosa’s palm. I loosen my embrace and let her move closer on her own. Going right to edge Rosa feels through the air blindly until her arm makes contact with the dense fur at the fox’s neck. It accepts the touch without so much as a flinch!
“She’s fully domesticated.” I say. “Raised from a kit perhaps?”
“Oh no Master.” Rosa says as her hand sinks into the fluffy, lustrous orange fur of the fox’s neck to begin a good scritch. “She’s not been tamed. I can tell. She is here because she wants to be. OH!” Rosa gasps as the fox suddenly licks her cheek. “Ha ha ha!” Rosa’s laughter is music as her new friend licks and nudges her smiling face. “I’m happy to meet you too! Ha ha ha!”
I just stand back and watch. What had started as a scare had turned into something truly magical. The lithe canine spins in place with a yip and a whine then snoozles right back against Rosa’s neck. She hugs the wriggling pooch. It hugs her right back with its floofy tail. The pair were instant best friends.
“Master!” Rosa laughs. “She likes me!”
“Likes you? I think it’s love at first sight.”
The fox slips from Rosa’s embrace to hop around playfully before bounding back again for another round of snuggles. “Ha ha ha ha!” Closing her eyes Rosa happily takes all the licks. Unlike most who met her the fox did not care that Rosa was an Amazon, a demon, or even a slave. It had found a kindred spirit and that was all that mattered. Rosa ruffles it’s cheeks and gives it a big smooch to head. “She’s welcoming us home.”
I just chuckle and shake my head. “I guess she’s a part of the family now.”
“Yes she is!” Rosa says.
“Well you can talk to rivers I assume a fox will be no problem.” I tease. “Ask her what her name is.”
Pulling back Rosa pets the fox with both hands. She feels the pointed felty soft ears and down through its thick coat. “I already know her name.”
“Oh?”
“Beautiful. Elegant. Graceful. Clever. Brave. Untamed.” Rosa massages her hand into the dense white fur of its chest. “I knew a girl just like her.” The fox makes the most adorable sounding squeak before letting out little bark. “Yes I did!” Rosa says to it. “And she would have loved you.” It licks her left horn in reply. With a joyous smile tinged with just the scantest hint of melancholy my slave turns to me. “Danae. Her name is Danae.”
“Your younger sister?”
“Mmm.” She nods. “My baby sister.”
A glimmer of worry stirs in my heart. Danae and Ianthe, Rosa’s birth name, had been inseparable growing up. After the death of their parents they were all each other had. They were raised together, lived together, learned their trade together, and were there for each other in a world that could be so cruel to women like them. And cruel it was. Just over a year ago Danae had been murdered by the man who impregnated her. My lovely, gentle Rosa discovered her dark side that night. As an avenging sister Rosa not only killed the man responsible but she made him suffer as well. Her subsequent run from the law of Alexandria is what lead her to Rome which, after a betrayal of trust, then put her on the slave market platform where I had found her. That was a name laden with feelings of love, happiness, guilt and a deep abiding sorrow. It wasn’t a name I would have chosen but I could hardly deny her.
“That’s…perfect.” I say. “Yeah. She looks like a Danae.”
Rosa looks back to the fox. “Is that okay with you?” It barks and licks her face. She laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes!” Hugging it tightly she whispers. “Welcome to the family Danae.”
Comments
Grimbous
I love those polls!!! First of all I just love the fact that you all never miss a chance to give our Rosa something nice. 😊 And secondly none of the other options would have opened up the possibilities of that particular name choice. They would have opened other doors but this one was exclusive to the fox. You all have steered this tale in a very interesting direction.
