Gaining A Subordinate

Sol returned home and demanded that Lyra be sent to his chamber. Aside from the side eyes that he got from everyone who had the wrong idea, there were no verbal complaints. 

Sol walked through the lonely corridor leading to his room. Beside the door was the old steward, who wore an indifferent look on his face. 

Sol reached the door and grabbed it by the handles, but it was then that the old man decided to speak.

"You can have your fun with her but remember you cannot have a child with a lowly slave or a woman from another race." He said in a stern tone. "We don't want the events of a year ago to reoccur,"

Sol frowned at his words when he realized the old steward was talking about how his parents died. He wanted to rebuke the old man, but Sol knew he was just looking out for him.

"Don't worry, old man. I have no intentions of doing anything." Sol shrugged his shoulders. "I simply want to ask her some questions before I decide what to do with her," 

Hearing this, the old steward let out a sigh of relief and staggered back as if a heavy load had been lifted off his shoulders.

"That's good to hear." He said with a bright smile. "Young master, I will be taking my leave now so that you two can have some privacy." 

"Good," Sol responded indifferently, not bothering to look at the departing figure of the old Steward.

Clank.

The doors of the room swung open and what Sol saw sent shivers down his spine. Lyra laid on his bed stack naked with a seductive smile on her face.

She reclined on the bed, stack naked. Her form is gracefully arranged, each curve and angle deliberate in its seductive invitation. The soft contours of the bed accentuate the lines of her silhouette as she reclines, creating an enticing tableau.

Her legs were crossed, making it impossible for Sol to see her cat, but her C-cup sized breasts were revealed, both standing tall and firm with pink medium-sized nipples.

After washing up, Sol was able to appreciate her delicate skin. Her ears were replaced with that of a fox, and her orange fox tail drifted around from time to time.

"What is this?" Sol asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Sixteen is the generally accepted age amongst beasts like us. You are sixteen, I'm eighteen. There is no reason for us to hold back." She said while licking her lips.

"I can be your first." She added.

Hearing this, Sol chuckled as he turned around and shut the door behind him. 

"Firstly. You are not my first." Sol said casually, but what he really wanted to say was that he was not sixteen. He is over forty years old!

"Secondly, You are shivering. I can smell your fear." Sol said as he took a step forward, and the confident facade Lyra put up vanished as she shivered in fear.

"Finally…" Sol said as he pointed towards a table in the room.

On the table was a basket of assorted fruits.

"There was a knife there, but now it's gone, so I'm guessing you have it on you and plan to kill me the moment I try to have my way with you forcefully," Sol said in a casual tone.

A look of surprise flashed across Lyra's eyes, as she didn't expect Sol to notice all these things just seconds after he entered the room.

"Unfortunately for you, you are not my type," Sol said as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to Lyra. "I only saved you because I'm not a fan of slavery and I believe you are a person, not an animal. You don't deserve to be whipped constantly like one."

"What the heck, even animals don't deserve such a treatment," Sol said with a frown. 

His words seemed to leave Lyra frozen in shock. After that, her eyes turned red and she began to tear up. Lyra jumped to her feet and ran over to Sol, hugging him tightly as she sandwiched his face in between her soft breasts.

"Thank you!" she cried.

Sol was dazed, not by her words but by the softness of her breasts. While Sol has always been an ass man, he couldn't deny that boobs are heavenly as well.

The fragrance of the soap she used invaded her nostrils, while her constant sobbing and shivering made her boobs wiggle on his face from time to time.

It took all the mental strength Sol could muster to stop himself from grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to him.

"It's okay… I will have them prepare a way to sneak you out of Aetheria tonight." He said. "You will be free to return to your people."

Lyra pushed away from him while shaking her head with a frightened look on her face. 

"I ventured away from my homeland, that's why I got caught in the first place," she said. "If you send me out, I will get killed or caught before I can reach my people." She begged.

Sol knew this but chose to feign ignorance as he wore a thoughtful look on his face.

"Keeping you here will be difficult," Sol said with a slight frown.

"I will do anything!" Lyra said immediately as she grabbed Sol's hands.

Hearing this, a smile bloomed on Sol's face as he pointed to the door leading to his dressing room.

"Then go and get dressed. From today, you will be my subordinate and personal guard." Sol said. "Don't worry, I don't plan on asking you to do anything Improper," He added.

An appreciative smile bloomed on Sol's Lyra's face, and she pulled Sol into her warm embrace once more.

"Thank you!" She cried out.

"Okay, okay. Now get dressed before people get the wrong idea" Sol said as he pushed her aside and turned around. 

Not bothering to look back, he walked toward the balcony to his room and looked at his pants. His trousers were stretched to it's limit and his mighty rod threatening to break out.

"This girl will be the death of me." He muttered.