Chapter Two #2
Standing up, he laid eyes on her face for the first time. His breath caught in his throat for a moment as he stared.
He’d seen humans in the wild before. But only far away while lurking in the trees on a hunt. He’d never seen one up close. And he’d never seen one that looked like this.
This one had large blue eyes and puffy, rosy cheeks. Her lips were plush and red like strawberries. She had a dimple at each corner of her mouth.
Her body was... strangely captivating. He’d admired her well-developed rump as he’d been fucking her. But he’d been unable to see her plump breasts, or the way her tiny waist flared into deliciously full hips. Her body seemed to call to him as his eyes raked up and down her soft curves.
Thanred noticed her lower lip quivering.
She was obviously frightened. Something softened inside of him.
She was an innocent-looking thing and most likely not experienced in the rough ways of life and nature.
A part of him wished he could have taken her more gently.
But the Dranark need was overwhelming and blind to everything but the release of seed.
A pang of sympathy welled from within. He stepped forward and reached out, hoping to offer some small consolation to the female.
The action was greeted with an even more profound terror on her expression.
She screamed, the sound sending a flock of evensong birds erupting from the trees overhead.
She spun around quicker than he’d thought she was capable of moving.
Arms pumping at her sides, she began to dart back toward the trees.
Thanred quaked at the sight of his offering, the only receptacle that could sate his need, running away. His body, reacting to the sight before his mind, sprang to action. Soon he was right behind her, his arm outstretched, falling onto her shoulder, fingers clamping down like a vise.
She screamed again as she fell to the ground.
The sound pierced through Thanred, causing his insides to tighten in a very unpleasant way. But he could not risk losing her. She would be his salvation out here, far from the rest of the tribe. Like it or not, she would have to be his.
Thanred knelt beside her shaking body. He hauled her up off the ground and over one knee. Surely if he showed her the consequences of trying to escape, she would not attempt it again. He yanked her loincloth off, sending it flying into the tall grass, exposing her rear.
His hand rose, then fell, crashing against the soft flesh.
Her body tightened on his knee a moment before she emitted another scream.
The sound, as well as her reaction, had a strange effect on Thanred. His cock began to harden. His vision tunneled. Soon the only thing he was able to focus on was her soft and reddening flesh, quivering as his hand rose and fell in hard spanks.
Each correction was met with fresh resistance. She grabbed hold of his leg and dug her fingers in.
The pain barely reached Thanred’s mind.
Even when she began to kick, he barely noticed. All he could stare at and the only thing he could think of was how beautiful her red rump looked, the tiny petals of her desecrated flower still stretched from his girth between her legs.
It took a dozen or so swats before she acquiesced. The tension left her body and she hung slack over his knee, as if by that act she were signaling her submission.
Thanred landed two more hard swats on each cheek for good measure. After the last, he held his hand on her bottom, enjoying the heat radiating off her skin. The heat he’d put there.
It was hard to say how long he stayed in that position. His eyes kept roaming up and down her soft spots. Pulling her cheek to one side exposed a second tight and winking hole.
Thanred scowled. The Dranark had no such thing. Dranark females had one hole and their mouth. That was it.
His curiosity piqued, he let the tip of his finger drift toward the opening. He leaned forward to see that it was a puckered ring of muscle.
The female stiffened on his knee as he pressed the tip of his finger against it. She let out a strange warbling sound as he pushed harder, slipping his finger into the tight place.
Sweet Mother Mountain, she is tight there!
His cock had engorged completely. It was hard as a rock and pressing into the female’s belly. An all-consuming sensation gripped him. He wanted everything about this female. To know her in every way. To probe her most intimate places and to fuck her until they touched minds like Dranark mates did.
But he wanted to see her again, too, and not just her backside. He wanted to gaze on those two large breasts, touch them and knead them and own them. Rolling her off his lap, he set her standing two lengths ahead of him and stared into her eyes.
She couldn’t hold his gaze. Her eyes wavered, then drifted lower to stare at the ground. Her cheeks were nearly as red as her rear.
He growled. “To you I am ‘Master.’”
Her eyes darted side to side.
Thanred balked at her impudence in not replying immediately.
A Dranark female would have been put in stocks for not greeting her mate correctly.
This, too, needed to be corrected. He stood, grabbed a fistful of her flaxen hair and pulled it back, jerking her head back so her eyes met his.
With his other hand he smacked her ass again. Twice on each cheek.
She winced. A tear rolled down her cheek.
“To you I am ‘Master,’” Thanred repeated, growling more fiercely this time.
Her lips trembled as she opened them. She sniffled, then spoke. “You are Master.”
His muscle jumped between his legs. How sweet her voice was! A soft ache began in his belly. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from her wide, frightened eyes.
“I am Royla.”
Thanred raised an eyebrow at her whispered introduction. What a bold creature, speaking to him as if she were an equal. His hand fell on her ass again, the sounds sailing through the clearing and disappearing into the forest. Four in all. “Speak when spoken to,” Thanred explained.
Her body was tight, lips still trembling, eyes darting side to side. She made an attempt to nod but could barely move her head for his fist wrapped in her hair. “Y-yes,” she stammered.
Thanred searched her eyes and her expression. What was it about her that was... twisting his insides so?
He decided he would have plenty of time to contemplate it later.
After they’d found food and shelter for the night.
For the time being, there were more important things to take care of.
He released her hair and took a step back, his eyes roaming down her body again.
“You are mine now. You belong to me. You will do as I say. And you will obey. Or I will correct you again and this time not just with my hand,” he stated.
Royla’s eyes darted between the ground and his. She nodded again. “Yes,” she whispered.
Thanred’s cock ached with need, pressing against his mind. He did his best to ignore the sensation. He would have her again later.
Turning to look toward the sun, Thanred closed his eyes and stilled his mind. The gift came quickly, painting a bird’s-eye view of where they were in his imagination.
There, a day’s march behind him, were the caves. The thought of them made his heart heavy again. He ignored that, too. To the east lay Mother Mountain, a storm brewing at her peak. To the west, the long plains of Quagrath that led to the furious sea.
To the north he could see the puny palisade the humans had built. Memories of the raids the Dranark had run flashed through his mind. Before the truce. Before the yearly offering. That direction would not be safe.
But to the south lay more forest. Virgin and unexplored, that would be the best direction. No Dranark would come stalking them there, away from the safety of the caves. Hopefully the humans didn’t roam there, either.
He opened his eyes to find Royla still trembling before him. Despite her obedient replies, Thanred was unconvinced that she wouldn’t try to escape again. He couldn’t allow that. “Stay there,” he commanded.
He stalked across the clearing, to the very center where the tallest grasses grew. Plucking a dozen or so fronds, he began braiding them together, the way his mother had shown him. By the time he returned to where Royla was standing, he had fashioned a very usable, if somewhat short rope.
He tied a small knot in one end. Looping the other through it, he placed it over Royla’s head and around her neck. Gripping it, he tightened it around her tender flesh. Releasing it caused it to slacken, just enough that it wasn’t cutting off her breath.
She would be comfortable this way. And he would be assured that she wouldn’t bolt again. Chasing her through the woods would be far more trouble than running her down in the clearing had been.
He gave the rope a sharp tug, then began walking in the direction of the wind. “This way,” he grunted.
After tripping a few steps, Royla fell into line behind him, her head bowed low.