Jeanette

I guessed she was still angry at me for having exposed her to her dam's dirty little secret, as it were. The truth had never been the friend of most nobles; they covered it as best they could in their quest for statutes and court favor. It was usually worse in the case of royals. Queen Amitolane's conversation with her daughter must have been an interesting one. "My opinion of you has not changed." she said, that same haughty expression on her face, "If anything, my conviction is validated by my mother's admission. Your kind took advantage of her, forced themselves upon her."
I raised an eyebrow at that. "Is that what she told you? Let me assure you that nothing was forced upon her... I didn't have time to educate her about the ways of the Sidhe. Maybe later but for now, we had things to do.
She looked disappointed. Maybe she'd hoped for a demonstration to prove something or other to herself. Too bad.

"Look," I began, as we walked into the dimly-lit pizza parlor, my wooden platforms clicking algorithmically against the floor, tonight is about the mission. I've no time to be your therapist. If you're looking for some kind of justification for your dam's behavior, then you'll have to wait."
I smiled as we came to the hostess' platform, appraising her with a glance or two. Not bad, this one, She was a bit on the skinny side, but far from the wraith look that was popular in this day and age.
"Hi, dudes and welcome to the Munch. Bar or restaurant seating?"
"Restaurant." I answered quickly. I hated the cigarette smoke that came with a bar's atmosphere, and a place with a name like The Munch She was bound to have lax smoking views.
She nodded, and a girl showed us to our seats. It was a bit on the outskirts, but I appreciated this, for it afforded a good view of the rest of the place, including a glimpse of the smoking section.
"Drink orders?"

Xylara

Xylara purred as she enjoyed the attentions of K'var, her faithful jackal slave from the African country of Egypt had come into power and found the desire to increase her new household. African stock was prized for their devotion to their masters, willing to lay down their lives for their owners if needed. Such loyalty was a valuable asset to those who ran a household, and Xylara disliked having to feel paranoid.
That the various African species were rather attractive in her eyes was quite a bonus. To complete his handsome figure, his sheath would withdraw to reveal a rather long shaft, which was as dark as the rest of him. This would swell nicely into a modest knot at its base some time before his orgasm. At the moment, however K'vars paws gripped the undersides of her thighs, his thumbs hooked around the delicate flesh as he pleasured her orally, his wonderfully long tongue plunging between the puffy lips of her sex, drawing loud gasps of pleasure from his muzzle before pulling the organ out entirely. Using delicate swipes of his muzzle before pulling the organ out entirely. Using delicate flicks of his tongue and well timed  exhalation of warm breath against her sensitive tissues. He soon had her murring and squirming against the hold he had on her lower body. It was some time, then before the aroused dragoness realized that she and her slave were being watched.
At first, her reaction was slight: a sharp intake of breath and slight widening of her eyes all that would betray that she realized this fact. She tapped Kvar on the head, and he grunted, his long, pointed ears swiveling to catch any outside sound, pausing as he oriented on a rather gentle  moan, very different from those of his mistress. It was  female and mature, though not experienced. A low thrum could be discerned from the source, "May I have my Mistress' permission to relieve myself? he asked, and Xylara inclined her head in acquiescence, mentally praising her servant for his foresight. It wasn't long before he returned, a rather petite jaguar female head tightly by her arms. She was very attractive to Xylara's eyes, and her fur was an interesting blend of rich jaguar hues, ranging from light orange within the spotted rosettes to an almost red on her flanks and tail. Her underside was a creamy white that showed off her toned thighs and firm breasts  rather nicely, and the dragoness licked her lips at the smell coming from her slit. She smiled a bit.
"Ah, it would seem that our little Peeping Tom is one of my future harem slaves, set for training as concubines. I don't believe I've had time enough to peruse this season's candidates. I'll have to remedy that...
K'var, release her and let her walk toward me."

The Little jaguar moved gracefully, a slight hesitation finding its way into her step. She hadn't known that this dragoness was the one who now owned her. She'd thought to learn about the way her body was reacting, as she grew older, her sex moistening at the very scent of a male. Her own scent would grow stronger, and she'd caught more than one male flaring his nostrils near her, though she didn't know why. Why would they care? Her curious mind ached to be satisfied. Xylara smiled invitingly at her slave, patting the ground to indicate that she should sit down, noting the jaguar's chest as she did so. It was better than most half-grown cubs her age but still quite far from the dragoness's own ample set. Her gaze slid over her flat belly and slim hips, purring as she looked finally at the slight bulge of the feline's pubic bone, her thighs keeping the more interesting details of her sex from view. It was evident from her behavior and smell that she was still a virgin.Deshi-Ra, ma'am."
"Deshi-Ra? That's a foreign name structure, is it not?"  Yes." Her face grew hot, and she felt herself flush under her fur. "My sire was a leopard, and my dam was a jaguar concubine, a low ranking one.
Xylara nodded at that. Low ranking concubines were usually forced into breeding at the whim of their lord or lady, being made to mate with the favored male of the month or week, depending upon the attention span of the owner. Offspring resulting from these pairings were usually sold as slaves or pets, depending upon their appearance. Very rarely, they were kept in order to replenish the household.
"Were you given her to nurse or to be a brood slave."
A Brood slave, one who had been kept ready by order of my master."