Chapter Four
Thanred was hungry. Not for food. He had eaten a week ago and that would probably sate him for another week at least.
His hunger was for her.
Even as they walked through the forest, he could scarcely take his eyes away from her round rump, bouncing as she walked ahead of him.
The idea that he would ever find a human female this appealing would have been laughable just a day ago.
Now he found himself not only drawn to her but desperate to protect her and keep her out of harm’s way.
As they walked deeper into the dense forest, Thanred scanned their surroundings, searching for a good place to make a camp. He would have to lie close to her that night to keep her warm, naked as she was.
The idea bothered him as much as it aroused him. How would he ever sleep with her soft body pressed against his? Even now his cock was jumping between his legs each time he raked his eyes over her ripe body.
The sun had already begun to set when Thanred saw the dark opening of a cave a few dozen paces to their right. He picked up the end of Royla’s leash and gave it a gentle tug. He couldn’t help but imagine how his clan-mates would have laughed at the way he was treating his pet.
Am I going soft? he wondered.
Royla responded to the tug by stopping, her back stiffening as she waited for his next instruction.
Thanred was pleased at this. Not only was she pleasant to look at, she seemed eminently trainable. Like a draecon beast that had already been broken. This heightened his arousal.
His eyes fell to the cleft of her rump, then down lower between her cheeks to where her second hole was. He wondered if he could take her in it before they slept. Or perhaps she was too tight? Perhaps she needed training first?
“Over there,” he said, pointing toward the cave.
Royla followed his finger with her eyes and immediately turned and began walking toward the spot. She had to get up on her toes to step over a fallen log. This caused the muscles in her ass and legs to tighten in a way that made Thanred’s head spin. His cock throbbed again.
When they arrived at the cave, Thanred gave the leash another tug. Sharper this time, a little ashamed at how softly he was treating the female. “Wait here,” he ordered, doing his best to sound gruff.
“Yes, Master.”
Her whispered response made his skin prickle with delight. He spun around and fixed her with his gaze. “Say it again,” he ordered. “Louder.”
This time her eyes didn’t fall away. She didn’t look down at the ground, or side to side. She held his stare as her chest swelled slightly. “Yes, Master,” she repeated in a full voice.
Thanred’s eyes danced down to where her nipples had hardened at the tips of her breasts. He reached out with his fingers, clamped them around each and twisted.
Her mouth fell open and her eyes went wide. Her knees grew weak as agony twisted her whole face.
There was no reason for the harsh correction. She’d done exactly as he asked. And yet his pleasure at her pain was so potent he could almost taste it. He pinched the nipples before pulling his hands away.
Royla was breathing heavily, her mouth still hanging open. But instead of bursting into tears or falling to the ground, her eyes came up to meet his again. “Thank you, Master,” she said quietly.
His loins filled with heat. He resisted the urge to shake his head in disbelief at what was spinning through his mind.
If she weren’t a human, and were he still with his tribe, he would have already sent for a cleric to wed her, so he could claim her in front of the others, the way a proper coupling ought to be.
But life was different now. There would be no wedding, no public consummation, no revelry. There would only be a life of exile, hiding in caves and under the cover of the trees. The thought twisted through him with a dull pain.
“Wait here until I see it is safe,” he said, not daring to meet her eyes again.
“Yes, Master.”
Mother Mountain, she learned quickly, that one did.
He stepped into the darkness of the cave. It was a small space. But it smelled like the forest and not like animals, which meant it was probably safe. As his eyes accustomed to the darkness, Thanred let them wander through the inside of the cave.
There was an outcropping of rock near the back, a shelf of sorts. They could sleep under that. It would at least keep a little of their heat in. Surveying the cave one last time, he turned back to face Royla. “Enter,” he said.
She took two steps into the space. Her body was silhouetted by the light outside in a way that made her curves even more irresistible.
His cock would give him no peace. He stepped forward, took the end of the leash, and gave it a gentle yank. “On your knees.”
Royla held his stare as she sank to her knees.
Thanred’s chest swelled as the grip of his arousal tightened between his legs. “Open your mouth.”
Royla’s eyes opened a little wider first, no doubt at the strange request and what it might mean. But she complied, opening her pretty little mouth, still staring at him.
“Push out your tongue,” he ordered.
She did. It was a soft, pink thing that glistened with saliva in the dim light.
Taking his cock in hand, Thanred stepped forward and pressed the underside of it against her tongue.
Royla gasped.
From the way she was acting, Thanred was sure she’d had little experience with these matters.
That made it all the more exciting; to be taking a fresh, young, innocent thing as this.
Jutting his hips forward, he fed her more and more of his hard shaft until her mouth was stuffed with it and he felt the tip come against the muscles in her throat.
Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe.
Thanred gripped the leash and swung it slowly over her back. It connected with her backside with a soft crack.
She sucked in a breath and her eyes bulged.
He repeated the motion, this time on her other cheek.
She moaned this time, the vibration traveling through his muscle and causing his seed to start churning in his sack.
“Open your throat,” he ordered. The leash sailed in an arc through the air again and snapped against her rear. And again, for good measure. But the correction did the trick. The muscles in her throat released and she let him in.
Thanred shuffled forward. Tilting her head back with a finger against her forehead, he plunged his cockhead into her throat until his sack came to rest against her chin.
Mother Mountain, she is... beautiful.
As he stepped back, pulling his shaft out of her mouth, he stared at it, now covered with her saliva and glistening in the dying light of the forest.
Royla still looked so startled from what he’d done.
This only caused lust to surge through him. Putting a hand on the back of her head, Thanred drove his cock into her mouth again. Her throat was hot and tight and made his muscle flex. Seed began traveling through it, a sticky trickle that threatened to send him careening over the edge of release.
His eyes shot open at the feeling of her hand rising between his legs. He grunted as her soft palm came to cup his sack, heavy with seed. “Mother of...” he hissed through clenched teeth.
Her hand squeezed, ever so slightly.
Thanred threw his head back and roared in pleasure. Pulse after pulse of his hot essence pumped through his shaft, draining into her mouth and throat.
Royla began swallowing, which caused the muscles in her throat to start massaging the head of his cock, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over him. And all the while her fingers gently kneaded the wrinkled skin hanging low between his legs.
Thanred staggered back, his flagging cock falling out of her mouth. A trickle of his seed dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and clung to her chin. It was a deliciously lewd sight.
Then, without direction, the female Royla reached up and wiped his essence with the back of a finger. She brought it up, her eyes falling to look at the foreign substance.
When she looked up at him, a lusty shiver coursed through Thanred.
“What would you have me do, Master?” she whispered.
Thanred thought he might release again, purely from the question and her obedience. “Take it,” he growled. “Take it into your mouth.”
She did. Puckering, she pressed the finger into her mouth. Then she wrapped her lips around it and sucked as she pulled it slowly out. The tip emerged with a sticky wet sound, clean of his essence.
Thanred tore his eyes away from hers. A sudden jolt of... something foreign shocked him. He shook his head, trying to chase the feeling away. “Over there,” he grunted, pointing at the shelf at the back of the cave.
“Over there, Master?” Royla asked.
“That is where we will sleep.”
A moment later she was crawling on her hands and knees to the spot.
Thanred waited until she’d tucked her body into it. Then he, too, fell to his hands and knees. He put his back to her and wedged himself between the rock and the cold ground. His recent release was making his eyelids heavy. He let them close, feeling his sentience slipping away.
A tiny growl was followed by the sound of her voice. “Master?”
Thanred sucked in a quick breath as his eyes popped open. “What is it?” he snapped.
“Forgive me,” Royla said, her supplication properly conveyed by her tone. “But I am hungry.”
Thanred suppressed a groan. Of course, falling asleep then would have been too good to be true. He crawled out from beneath the shelf and dragged himself to his feet. He stared out into the now dark forest. A Dranark woman would never have woken her mate for something like this.
Still, he did not think of himself as a cruel creature. “Wait here,” he grumbled, stepping out into the cool night air. Just as he was about to wander deeper into the wood, something occurred to him.
He turned and walked back into the cave. It wasn’t long before he’d affixed the end of the leash around her ankles and wrists, tying them together and to her neck.
He walked out into the night in search of food.