Roanan Saga : Slumber Party Tales

Well, I'm back finally and I am going to bore you with a small author's note before we get to the main story. It's been a while and I honestly thought I would be rusty when I started writing again but I've been sitting at the computer for nearly four hours without stopping and the story she flows like warm honey. So, while I expected to not get this posted until tomorrow, I find I have the first part completed tonight.

A warning to those who have never read any of my Roanan Saga stories before. They involve young girls, and I mean Young girls, in love with and intimate with adult futa women. If this concept offends you then you shouldn't be reading this.

Also, if the concept does not offend you, then also realize that I call this the Roanan Saga because that is what it is. You are reading the 10th chapter in a long series of stories. So if you don't want spoilers then I would suggest visiting my web site (see my signature at the bottom for the link) and reading my other stories first.

Feedback is always welcome... er... craved... ah hell... I'm addicted to it. Your comments and feedback are my crack. Oh gods, I just wanna be loved!

Ahem. Sorry about that. I'm better now.

Anyway, read on and I hope you enjoy the story! I will have the next part of this one out and posted as soon as I can get it finished.

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Holiday drove her car with the same calm control she did everything else in her life. The powerful sports sedan could easily have left nearly anything else on the road behind, but she kept it within the speed limit and used the horsepower sparingly. One did not flaunt power, but was always ready to use it when the need arose.

In the passenger seat sat Holiday’s pet, Kura. Holiday could feel the girl’s presence along her skin like a soothing balm. Occasionally she would reach across the space between the bucket seats and touch her, on the thigh, the cheek, her arm. It was an impulse she likely should learn to curb, being a woman who prided herself on restraint and almost superhuman self control. But the pleasure she got from those simple caresses, the unimaginable sense of peace and calm that seemed to course like electricity from Kura’s flesh to her own was simply too wonderful to deny herself. They were one now. The Initiate Ceremony had been a nearly complete success. The Mistress had taken her beloved pet’s virginity and now they were bonded for all time.

She allowed herself a small smile. They had actually bonded many times over the few days that passed since that first taking. Holiday had firmly informed her slave that this was simply for the purposes of reinforcing prior position training. She wasn’t fooling either one of them, but Kura certainly wasn’t arguing.