When the morning sun rose high enough to shine light into the shaded window of a certain bedroom in the house, the sun would find itself waking absolutely no one once its rays fell upon the bed that lie unoccupied in the bedroom. Julius had been awake for an hour as of sunrise, having taken that time to get a bit more familliar with his surroundings in the home of his mistress. He'd stalked around the entirety of Dahlia's home while the others slept peacefully in their bed. For the final 10 minutes, he spent them simply gathering a few ingredients from the refridgerator in the kitchen. Eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, grits... anything that could be used as a breakfast food, Julius grabbed from the refridgerator and put them to use. God knows when the last time someone actually cooked food around here. The stove looked entirely too clean to have been used recently, and the fridge too stocked, but that was a good thing.

Although Julius had no clue as to how Dahlia liked to eat her eggs, or what she even ate for breakfast, Julius would take it upon himself to fix food to display his talents for cooking to her. And if she didn't even eat the food... that would just be more for him to eat throughout the day. In all, it took Julius no more than 30 minutes to properly prepare all of the food that he'd found. Well scrambled fluffy eggs, bacon perfectly in the middle of being crispy and chewy, spicy sausage that would take on the taste of the red wine he'd poured into the frying pan while they were cooking. Let's just say it all looked mouth-wateringly delicious. Julius knew exactly what he was doing when it came to cooking in the kitchen.

Since he was the first up and ready to eat, Julius had the honor of being the first to taste the food and eat before everyone got up. With a plate full, Julius exited the house to go and sit upon the balcony over-looking the beautiful beach her house was situated beside. Setting his plate down, Julius walked over to the edge of the shaded balcony, enjoying the feel of the warm sunlight upon his entirely naked flesh. The breeze the sea gave off felt wonderful tickling his cock, yet the gentle sunlight warming him all around. It was a beautiful contrast, not too warm yet not nearly considerable hot. Now the only thing he'd have to worry about is those damned seagulls who loved to vulture peoples food. Damned menaces! Today looked to be a beautiful day as far as he could tell.

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Dahlia woke up to a smell that she didn’t have in her house every morning. Dahlia was one of those people who didn’t really find herself hungry as soon as she woke up. She liked to be alert once she was eating breakfast, but there was also that feeling in her stomach that would say when it was time. But she never woke up feeling hungry, even with the breakfast’s lovely scent filling the beach house.

She wondered if one of her pets was taking initiative.

Dahlia pulled on a robe – only a robe, as she always slept naked when the weather was warm – and made her way down the carpeted stairs. She was silent on her way down, but by the time she arrived, she found that there was no one in the kitchen. The stove was off, but there was food set on the counter, already cooked and neatly displayed. Picking a single strip of bacon from the plate and nibbling on it, she looked up to see a fit, tanned figure standing on the balcony.

The mistress’s lips quirked into a smile. Someone forgot his clothes. Dahlia finished her bite and swiftly headed back up the stairs, digging through a spare closet to pull out another robe. It was a plain, black robe that she would give to Julius. Soon, she was outside, her red hair lifting from her shoulders as she came out onto the balcony. She was greeted by the calls of the seagulls and the wafting waves, all of which were noises she was well-accustomed to.

“Good morning, Julius,” she said, holding up the bath robe. “You may want to put this on. I wouldn’t want the others seeing you like that.” She took it upon herself to put it on him, her fingers briefly – and purposely – brushing on the smooth skin of his shoulders as she did.

While standing on the balcony, Julius had taken notice to a chair that decorated the area, offering itself as a place for him to sit down and enjoy the scenery while he ate his breakfast. So taking his plate in hand, Julius did just that. As he laid back against it, the chair felt cool against his skin, cool enough to force a shiver down his long spine while making the hair on his arms stand on end at the appearence of goosebumps on both arms. With his brown eyes focused upon the sea gulls flying around the beach, Julius ate in peace, enjoying the beautiful sight before him just off the balcony. Checking behind him, Julius saw no one within sight inside of the house. He wondered briefly just what his mistress would say to him when she spotted him outside of the house even though he was just on the balcony. Though the two hadn't known each other for very long at all, Dahlia seemed to trust him to a degree, especially if she wasn't awake before him to make sure he didn't do anything to cause harm to her or anyone else or even try to escape. But then again, he'd given her his word that he'd serve her, whatever that meant in today's society anyway.

Perhaps 10 more minutes passed before the sound of a sliding door could be heard from behind him, causing Julius to sit upright at being startled at just who had snuck up behind him so suddenly. Carpeted floors, they masked the sound of everything. Turning his head around, Julius' eyes fell upon the beautiful Lady of the house, Dahlia. Prompting himself to quickly stand, Julius set his half-empty plate down upon the seat as she approached him with her vibrant red hair blowing from her shoulders as a breeze graced her. Watching as she moved behind him with the bathrobe, Julius extended his arms for her to make it much easier for her to slip the robe onto his body, a smile found its way upon his lips as he felt her fingers touch his skin. "Good morning to you, Lady Dahlia," He addressed her in his native tongue, giving a slight bow of his head to show respect. Reaching at his sides, Julius grabbed the belt of the robe and fastened it to cover himself from these 'others' as she put it when dressing him with it. Intially, he suspected them to be of the same gender as him, which made him want to all the more cover himself as she wished. He wasn't fond of attention in that sense from males, and didn't want to place himself in an uncomfortable position.

Once his belt was fastened, Julius turned his brown eyes down upon his owner. If he didn't tower over her figure before when she sported stilletos, then he most certainly did so now by easily more than a foot in length when her feet were bare of any shoe or heels. "I hope you don't mind, but I took it upon myself to make breakfast," he paused in his words before his eyes left hers and looked into the house to see if anyone else was going to come down the stairs behind her. He was anxious to see just who these 'others' were. "There's enough for everyone to go around." Julius figured there was no reason for him to have suddenly been jealous of these other people she owned. If they were of the same gender as him, then there would be competition for her attention and favor. In the back of his mind he shouldve guessed that he wouldn't just be in this alone, people were always enslaved in groups, such had been true even centuries ago.

Returning his attention back to her, Julius made his way behind her, where he bent slightly to place his chin just upon her shoulder, both hands of his coming to caress gently against the robe covered flesh of her hips before he pulled her form against his own with a small laugh. "How did you sleep, my lady?" Julius asked in his native tongue, allowing his hands to play along the belt of her robe, threatening to undo the tie and expose his owner's naked body to the elements surrounding them. Teasing his mistress brought pleasure to Julius even in his enslaved position.

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Dahlia resisted a smile when he replied to her the way he did. It seemed that he hadn't forgotten his good manners and respect overnight - not that the red-haired mistress entirely expected that he would lose it. Still, it was relieving, as well as the fact that he hadn't run off from her yet.

Even with her genuine offers and fairness, Dahlia still remembered having a slave or two run off, just because they so highly disapproved of being owned. But that was just too bad. The hunters always ensured that those who ran off eventually found masters less generous than those like her.

Dahlia stood in front of him, noticeably shorter than him now that she was just walking around in bare feet.

"I hope you don't mind, but I took it upon myself to make breakfast," Julius said, and finally, Dahlia allowed herself a small smile.

"So I saw," she answered, her French tongue thick and skilled. "If the others wish to eat, then they may come on their own accord. If not, then, it's their loss." That was usually how things worked around here. If any slaves were late for a group meal, they were stuck making their own food. After all, it wasn't Dahlia's job to call them down just for a meal.

It was then that Julius came up behind her, and the way his body molded with hers made the mistress quiver with anticipation. They had yet to get fully intimate, but there was plenty of tension between the two to say that they wanted each other. Dahlia couldn't deny that.

Dahlia closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of being teased, even if it might have threatened her authority over him a little. "I slept well, Julius, thank you," she said, continuing to speak in her slave's language. Her hands slid over the arms that loosely wrapped around her, fingers eventually finding the back of his hands and gently caressing them, almost as if she was egging him on.

She spoke in English again. "What are you up to, hm?" she teased lightly, biting her lip. "Not trying to seduce your mistress, are you?"

Son of a Bitch. Cristine couldn't remember the last time that she slept so hard. It was hard enough, in fact, that she had herself looking around at the room, not remembering where she was. Sitting up rather slowly, she felt the bed for the knives she usually put underneath, but there were none. She blinked, glanced at the bed and then she remembered where she was. Of course she wouldn't have knives here. She shrugged it off and stood up, the creaking of her bones not going unnoticed, but went ignored.

Cristine stepped into the bathroom quietly, glancing around on occasion at the place. She was like a curious cat, she realized as she turned the sink faucet on. She cupped her hands to catch the water and splashed her face, wiping the water around a bit. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment and stopped what she was doing. Oh, how lovely it would be to go back to the way things were before she pissed the wrong person off. But that wouldn't happen, would it?

Shaking her head, Cristine grabbed a hand towel and dried her face. Normally, she would have taken a shower but she was unsure of the rules in the house. At least she wouldn't go down naked. She thought she heard some footsteps earlier that wasn't Mistress Dahlia's. She searched through her room, not really finding much, but hey, she found something. Tossing the robe on, she tied it around her waist, before deciding that her feet were cold. She looked down at them in disgust, wondering if shoes would be too much.

Ah, Hell. If her new mistress didn't like it, Cristine would take it off. She searched some more and then found slippers. Animal print. Really? Her top lip curled a bit in amusement as her feet slid right in. They were a little big, but she didn't care.

Cristine made her way to the kitchen, and was a little surprised that there was no one inside. So should she make breakfast? No. Definitely not. She wandered the place for a moment before she saw them. Some guy and Dahlia sitting on the balcony. She shifted uncomfortably. Damn it, she was supposed to be straight, yet felt no attraction to the man. Was for the best, anyways. She straightened her torso and then went to the door behind them, knocking gently on it. "Morning! I hope I'm not interrupting. You two seem really cozy." Her eyes went to Dahlia. "I hope you slept quite well, Lady Dahlia."

Outfit: here
Notes: Sorry this took longer than I thought
Inspiration: Goodies by Ciara

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She pinpointed the presence of her other slave before she had even showed up, and a part of Dahlia was glad to see that Cristine was up. She smiled when she saw the lovely demoness come up to the screen door and tap on it. As she spoke, Dahlia simply shook her head, stepping away from Julius and opening up the door to let her out.

"So glad you could join us, Cristine," she said cheerily, smiling as she looked the woman up and down. It seemed she had taken to the array of spare clothes, and she had to admit, the animal-print slippers were kind of humorous, but at the same time, a tad cute.

"Come here, darling," she said. "I want you to meet the new member of the household. His name is Julius." She looked over to the immortal then. "Julius, this is Cristine, another one of my slaves." For some reason, Dahlia found herself almost excited about getting her slaves acquainted. It was kind of like a little party to her.

"Cristine, Julius took the liberty of making a nice breakfast. I hope you're hungry?"

Since the two of them had met, Julius had always liked the way his mistress reacted to his touch. She wasn't violent, nor dismissive about it when he put his hands upon her clothing or body, and that made the immortal man very happy indeed. To him, it meant that Dahlia wasn't opposed to the idea of him being so close to her like he was, and perhaps wouldnt be opposed to the idea of the two of hem growing closer than they appeared to get. Even first thing in the morning she smelled quite pleasant. A breeze would blow from the ocean front toward them as he inhaled which would grace him with a noseful the scent her skin and hair wore upon it. Needless to say, it turned Julius on, and he was sure that his mistress could tell with the way he touched upon her through her robe.

The grin Julius wore on his face only widened as he felt the Lady Dahlia's hands smooth over his own before caressing them as he continued to tease her with hints of his touch. The immortal bit his bottom lip as he listened to his mistress' voice sound as she spoke to him. Her first question went unanswered by him, instead he chose to remain silent, leaning his head down enough to press his lips gently against the nape of her neck where he kissed despite her hair being between them. "If you wish for me to stop, then speak the words and I shall obey." He informed her, though inside prayed that she wouldn't open her sweet mouth to tell him to stop. Julius wanted quite badly to untie the belt of her robe, tug the fabric over her shoulders to bare her beautiful body to the natural elements of the beach atmosphere, and take her here on the balcony of her home for as long as either of them could stand it. His dominant right hand eased between her thighs, sliding closer and closer toward her pussy, but moving slow enough to allow her time to stop him with her words before he touched such a treasure.

But the there came a sound from behind the two and thus a disruption in their little moment of intimacy with one another. A female voice sounded from behind them, saying she hoped she wasn't interrupting anything. Julius opened his mouth to say that she was, and to tell her to go away but quickly bit his tongue as he was damn sure Lady Dahlia would scold him for doing so, as it was her place to do such a thing and not his own. So instead he remained quiet, removing his hands from Dahlia's person. Just in time for her to move away from him to allow this.. Christine to join the two upon the balcony. Turning about, Julius' eyes landed about the newest to join the scene, a small smile gracing his face as she stepped out onto the balcony and addressed their mistress as she should have. But then it came time for the two of them to meet. "Pleasure to meet you, Christine." Julius spoke in English to Christine, nodding as he did so.

Maybe she shouldn't have come outside, Cristine thought as she bit her lip. Then again, the way the mistress looked her up and down caused her cheeks to turn red a little bit. She thought the shoes were adorable, and that was why she had put them on her feet. Come here, darling.I want you to meet the new member of the household. His name is Julius. She returned the smile a little, stepping out onto the balcony closer to them.

Turning to Julius, Cristine stuck her hand out for a shake. "Likewise. I'm sure we'll run into each other from time to time." Her voice was cheery, being in such a good mood this morning. She then heard Lady Dahlia mention something about breakfast, and her stomach growled as if to say that was what she was going after.

"I'm absolutely starved. Thank you, Julius. I'll just help myself, if that's okay with you, Lady Dahlia?" Cristine looked at Dahlia with a hopeful glint in her eye, and had every intention of staying in the kitchen and letting these two have their privacy. If she had been paying better attention when she first got up, she probably would have stayed in her room.

Note: I am so very sorry about the wait you two.
Inspiration: Missing by Evanescence

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There was a small wave of protest that seemed to surge from Julius, even though he hadn't said anything. She could tell he wanted to, and for a moment, Dahlia sent him a look of warning. While Cristine was also new to the household, she wanted all of her slaves given equal respect by the other.

"Likewise. I'm sure we'll run into each other from time to time."

Dahlia had no intentions of keeping the two of them from meeting, as in the long run, it wasn't that large of a home for the two of them to never cross paths. When Cristine insisted she would help herself to breakfast, Dahlia gave her a nod of approval.

"Go ahead, love," she said to her, adjusting herself. "We won't be far behind you." As of right now, the red-haired mistress wasn't looking for privacy with anyone.

(No problem, hun. ^^)

As the two shook hands, Julius put a friendly smile on his face before turning his head toward the beach behind him while the two shared their bit of dialogue with each other. With another slave in the house, Dahlia was sure to implement some rules upon him, especially with his habit to walk around without clothing on, and with their habit of flirting with one another a bit heavily. It would be for the better he guessed, so as not to make Christine uncomfortable in the house or anything. Though he still didn't like it one bit, he'd miss such liberties to be honest. At the mention of the breakfast he'd made, Julius turned his head back to join in on the conversation, nodding before speaking.

"Help yourself, I made plenty enough for all of us to have seconds."

Cristine smiled a bit in quiet relief when she and Julius shook hands. Maybe they'd be on good terms, after all. She'd been afraid that they wouldn't get along at all and only stress out their mistress, and she didn't want that for the other woman.

Cristine saw Dahlia nod her approval and listened to her as she spoke. Go ahead, love. We won't be far behind you. It could be that the male slave--was his name Julius?--was upset at being interrupted of what would have most likely resulted in sex. She did feel a pang of guilt but then she just shoved it away in her mind before smiling again. "Thank you, Lady Dahlia."

Then Julius turned back from looking out and also spoke. Help yourself, I made plenty enough for all of us to have seconds. Cristine gave him a pleasant smile. "Thank you. I'm sure it's fantastic. It certainly smells it." With that, she walked inside and grabbed a plate, starting to dish up a full plate before grabbing a napkin and fork.


Inspiration: Hands All Over by Maroon 5

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Dahlia wasn't sure if she was just imagining things or just paranoid, but she felt as though this first encounter between Julius and Cristine was a little stretched. She didn't want it to be, as even though she didn't want the two of them making schemes to escape or rebel against her, she also didn't want them to feel uncomfortable around each other. She never liked to see anyone anxious, especially in her own home.

Julius seemed to be trying to ease the other slave into grabbing some food. The thought of it made Dahlia hungry, as well. As of right now, sex was the last thing on her mind. Unlike her sister, or most masters, for that matter, slaves were not necessarily sex toys, unless that was what they preferred to be used for. Sure, Dahlia loved sex, but not on a first date, so to speak.

As Cristine politely excused herself with a compliment about Julius's cooking, Dahlia smiled, looking back over to her male slave. "She's right," she said to him. Then, she leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth. "I'm ready to help myself to some breakfast, as well," she said with a smile. "Come in and join us, Julius."

With that, she made her way inside, following Cristine to the buffet-like setup in the kitchen.

While sex was a primary subject on his mind at the current time due to the brief contact he'd had with Dahlia here on the balcony, it wasn't such a overpowering thought in his head that he couldn't push such urges aside and focus his attention elsewhere. Biting his bottom lip as he heaved a silent sigh so as to begin the process of trying to divert his thoughts away from stripping Dahlia of her robe while she stripped him of his, exploring her body with his mouth and hands until she demanded of him to fuck her. Sure, the thoughts would linger, but once they mentioned their desire to go inside of the house and help themselves to the food that he had prepped for the three of them to eat earlier this morning, then Julius brought a grin to his face as he reached to pick up the partially eaten food that he'd been picking at when he'd come out to eat and enjoy the atmosphere this morning. In truth, he looked forward to their tasting of his food, as a good cook who gave a damn about what he/she did in the kitchen always desired to hear feedback from those eating it. Feedback after-all helped him to grow better in his passion, and at this point in time he was damned good at what he loved to do.

"Thank you, Christine, cooking is a sort of passion of mine." He spoke in English in case the newest addition to the household didn't understand Spanish like Dahlia did, but he didn't make an effort to hide his accent. She was the first to enter the house, which left he and Dahlia alone once again. When she turned to him, Julius looked down upon the beautiful woman still wearing the grin on his face as he made eye contact with his Lady. Her words made his grin ease into a smile, but when he felt her lips truly for the first time since they'd first encountered one another, Julius found himself at a lost for words and wearing a shocked expression. Her lips were softer than he'd expected, and even though her kiss wasn't fully on his lips, he could tell it was as lovely as he'd hoped.

As she turned away from him and walked back into the house beckoning for him to follow, Julius did so without even thinking twice about it, his eyes watching the hypnotizing sway of her hips as she lead him back into the house. Her kiss had effective rendered Julius a zombie of sorts for a brief time. Once back inside, he closed the sliding door behind him before entering the kitchen again. His plate was refilled quickly as he went through every bit of food he'd cooked for them all to enjoy, letting his Lady and Christine of course help themselves first. He hoped they would enjoy his food as much as he did. "If either of you ever prefer something more personal to your own tastes, do not hesitate to ask me."