"Yep," Khero said, voice muffled against Elaros's snout. Oh boy. What had she gotten herself into? Maybe one day she'd get used to this--but that also meant that she'd have to do this enough to get used to this. Had she made things weird between them? Was this weird? In the heat of the moment, she had stopped caring, but in the calm afterglow, as she relaxed and he carried her to bed, those thoughts had started to catch up to her again.
Was this...wrong? To be a slave and do something like this with her master. To be human and do something like this with someone very much not human?
But in the heat of it all, she had cared only for the affection she starved for. Master, slave, human, not human, it hadn't mattered.
All that had mattered was how he spoke to her. How he touched her. The tenderness, the care.
The humanity.
"It's...not weird that we're doin' this, is it?" she said after she broke the kiss, looking up at him. "You bein', er, my master and all?"
It was all so confusing.