"A walk around the castle will be wonderful.  Yet you mentioned earlier of living dead; won't they cause us trouble, Matt?"  Kassidy inquired, but one look at her master made her think differently.  Like stated earlier, he would protect her.  The nymph reached forward and grabbed his hand, before tugging at it as she tried to drag him out the door so they could go downstairs and then outside.

He struggled to keep up with her, smiling the whole time.  "They can't get near the castle.  Only the woods."

Kassidy nearly ran outside, giggling as she ran, until she stopped just outside the doorway, her scarlet loincloth swaying.  "Mental note: never go into the woods.  Even though I know they can't get to me, it still feels a bit creepy... Anyways,"  Kassidy says, now walking, Matt's hand still in hers.  "We are going to play twenty questions.  I ask you a question, you ask me one.  Do you like fighting others, like ever get a total adrenaline rush?"

He nodded.  "Whenever I'm fighting for a good cause, like protecting someone."

"Like protecting me for instance?"  Kassidy suggested, before moving onto another question, "Has anyone, to your knowledge ever been harmed from the people who live in the woods?  And when your done answering, you can ask me question as well, or else it will be unfair to you."

"Of course, protecting you.  I know people have been killed in that forest.  Once a horrific battle was fought there, and the castle was built to protect the civilized world from the spirits of the slain." He answered.  "What is your favorite and least favorite part of being a slave?"

Kassidy nodded in response to his answer, feeling sorry for all the people who had died.  "Well, my favorite part of being a slave is it gives me pleasure and happiness, knowing it is making one person's life better, whether by helping them cook, clean, relieve lonliness, or if it's giving them my body despite the pain.  My least favorite part is that I help just one person, not knowing if I'm worth anything, besides as a slave.  I don't contribute anything to the world it seems; I'm not finding a cure for cancer, teaching young children, figuring out how to launch a rocket into space, serving people food.  All I do is pleasure one person."  Kassidy looked down for just a moment, before continuing on in lighter tones,  "What is your favorite and least favorite part of being a master, Matt?"  

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He thought for a few seconds.  "I like having a beautiful, kind, smart girl as a pet, to cuddle with, give me massages, talk to, and sleep with."  

[because I got my masters mixed up, I'm using matthais for this, want to just assume it's medieval?]

((Sure, it can be medieval.))

Kassidy thought over Matthais response, before replying, "Well I fit two out of those three traits you desire, if you consider me to be kind and beautiful.  I'm not smart it seems, my previous masters have treated me like a stupid animal," the slave replied, before continuing, "And what's your least favorite part about being a master, or is it all good for you?"

"My least favorite part is the having to think about someone else.  I've been alone for a long time, and it's kinda hard for me."  He answered, then turned to her and stroked her hair.  "Well, I think you're smart.  You're not an animal, you're a work of art.  A living, breathing work of art."

"I'm sorry you've been alone.  Do you not have any family?"  Kassidy inquired, before blushing a pale pink at his reply, her scalp tingling from his touch.  "Thank you for not thinking I'm an animal, that I'm a piece of art."  The young nymph continued walking, her bare feet pressing into the moist emerald grass as she thought.  Sure, she had been called beautiful before, but she did not think of herself as art.

He nodded.  "I have a family, many, many leagues from here."  He told her, still walking beside the beautiful nymph.  

"And what are they like.  Similar to you, vastly different?  And I am so sorry that you must endure the large seperation between the rest of your family.  Maybe I can be a make-shift relative, family member for you."

"Different.  More..social." He says.  "I don't really need a relative, just a companion."

"Well, I don't think there is a difference between family and a companion.  Both can be concerned for you, make you laugh and have fun, can care for you and alwasys trust and respect you."  Kassidy responded, nearly floating as she walked beside him.

He shrugged.  "I guess you're right."  He gently slipped an arm about the girl's waist.  "Either way I'm glad I have you."

Kassidy smiled and locked her hand around the hand belonging to the arm around her waist. "I'm pleased to have you as my master, Matthais.  You seem nicer than the others, not so much focused on sex. Not that sex is a bad think, but I actually get to know you..."  

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Matthais leaned over and kissed her.  "I try to be."

Eagerly and passionately Kassidy responded to the kiss, lips working furiously as a skilled tongue rubbed against his.  Her luscious body, full hips and plump breasts, pressed into his pelvis and chest, before the woman pulled away after a moment, before breaking all contact and walking on.

He shook his head when she broke off.  It was amazing; he'd never felt anything like that.  Now he wanted her more than ever, but told himself to wait till evening.