Chapter Seven
Royla’s mind reeled as she walked next to him through the forest. She still couldn’t believe what had just happened. The realization of what Barnisha had done, what they’d all done to her was still raw. But his reaction, his embrace had been such a soothing balm.
She’d never felt the way she had sitting in his arms. It had dulled the hurt and pushed it far away.
And now, walking beside him, she couldn’t help but steal glances out of the corner of her eye. He no longer seemed like a creature. Now she saw him as just another being. One that had reached out in empathy at seeing her pain.
They walked and walked into the thickening forest. Until the sun was shining sideways through the trees, ready to set. The whole time Royla could not stop thinking about the strange turn events had taken.
Every so often her anger would swell at the way she’d been betrayed. But a glance at... Master, for she knew him by no other name, would quell that feeling. It made her feel whole again, being there with him.
Nor could she help the way her eyes fell to his midriff at the end of each glance. His cock had hardened again, and it bounced between his legs as he walked. She wondered if he would take her again. The idea made her insides tighten in a delicious way.
As the earth began to swallow the sun, Royla heard the babbling of water somewhere in the distance. Having had no water the whole day, she was so thirsty her throat ached. Her eyes lit up and she broke into a jog, running toward the source of the sound.
It was too late by the time she’d realized what she’d done.
He was on her quickly, pulling her down over his knee, his hand falling on her rear with sharp smacks that cracked through the forest like breaking branches.
Royla tensed on his knee, digging her fingers into the cool earth and closing her eyes. The correction hurt but it excited her all the same. Her pussy began to drip with her arousal even as her rear cheeks heated from the spanking.
It was longer than the others had been. Perhaps twenty swats on each cheek, though she lost count somewhere in the middle. His discipline was stern, but it wasn’t angry or overly aggressive. By the time he’d finished, Royla was panting on his knee, exhausted but excited.
“You told me you would not run,” he growled. Was that a note of disappointment in his voice?
It pained Royla that he thought she had betrayed him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, still trying to catch her breath. “I didn’t mind myself. I heard the water and...”
She felt the tension leave his body.
He lifted her and stood himself, looming over her and staring into her eyes. His shoulders looked heavier, slumped forward so that he looked smaller than usual. “You... you thirst for water?” he asked.
She nodded and let her eyes fall to the forest floor. “I do. I should have asked before I started running. I didn’t mean to upset you, Master.”
A long silence passed between them.
Royla felt his eyes wandering over her body. She stole a glance at his hard muscle bouncing between his legs. It made her wonder if it ached the way her womb did for him.
“Go then.”
She looked up, her mouth slightly open in surprise at his permission. “Thank you,” she said. Turning, she followed the sound of the water until she came to the stream. She fell to her knees, cupped a hand, and scooped a palm full of water then brought it to her mouth.
The cool, clear liquid was a soothing balm on her dry throat. She closed her eyes, savoring how good it tasted after a full day of walking. She paddled more water into her mouth until her belly was full.
His footsteps came up behind her.
It made her aware of the position she was in. On her knees, bent over the stream, her bottom in the air for him to see. She bit her lip and swayed her hips ever so slightly from side to side.
“Are you finished?” he asked her.
Royla’s heart sank. A part of her had wished that he would drop to his knees and take her there by the creek, pressing his hard flesh into her flower and filling it with seed. But she did as he asked. Her backside was far too sore to endure another spanking. She stood before him.
Thanred stepped toward her and put a hand on her cheek.
“Royla, you must never leave my side in these forests,” he said.
“Danger might lurk anywhere and... I cannot fathom what I’d do if.
..” The muscles in his jaw clenched. He pressed a finger to her chin, raising her eyes to his.
“Promise me you will not stray from me again,” he said, his voice a low growl, gaze boring into her.
Royla trembled at the intensity of his stare. “I promise,” she whispered.
Thanred let out a heavy sigh. After a time, his hand fell from her chin to cup her soft breasts.
An excitement rippled through Royla, one she couldn’t contain.
“I like to feel you touch me,” she said, softer still.
Her heart pounding at her own daring, she pulled his hand forward and pressed the fingers of it between her legs.
Arousal and excitement rushed through her at the feeling.
“I am wet for you, Master,” she admitted.
A blush rose to her cheeks. How shameful and embarrassing to admit such a thing.
And yet there was a way in which it made her feel free.
It was the truth. Even though he was Dranark and she was human.
Even though he was nearly twice her size.
Even though he took her in hand and disciplined her, her body craved him.
And now her heart had started to hunger for his.
When she let her hand fall away, his stayed in place. His eyes bored into her very core, causing more wetness to spill from her pussy and onto his fingers.
Royla’s chest swelled, her nipples hardening with excitement.
His nostrils flared. The corner of his mouth twisted. He looked like a hungry animal, ready to pounce.
She gasped when he fell to his knees in front of her. His hands came up, cupping her breasts and squeezing them.
A moan escaped her as lust shot through her whole body.
His lips closed over one of her taut pink buds. He suckled it, his tongue slipping around it and making her pussy tingle. Letting it fall from his mouth with a wet slurp, he turned his affection to her other breast. He drank it in and his strong tongue circled the taut flesh.
Royla was panting from excitement. She could see his cock jumping between his legs. How she longed to sink onto his lap and feel his member stretch her tight pussy. She had no time to react when he stood up.
Yanking a vine off a nearby tree, he wrapped it once, twice, three times around her. With her arms bound at her sides, he threw the other end into the air, sending it sailing over a thick branch.
A moment later Royla was being hoisted up and off her feet. He hauled on the end of the vine, pulling her higher until she was a dozen or so hands in the air.
Her eyes wide with shock and wonder at what he was doing, all she could do was dangle there and wait.
He stepped forward; putting a hand on the inside of each of her thighs, he pried them apart. Her pussy lips split open and a dribble of liquid ran down her leg.
He stared at her soft center. His hands slid back onto her ass cheeks and pulled her closer.
Royla gasped.
His lips formed a seal with her center. His tongue flicked along her slit.
Overcome by arousal, Royla wrapped her legs around his back, her thighs pressing against his cheeks. She threw her head back and moaned as hot pleasure pulsed from her sex. His tongue was so strong and hot as it probed into her soft hole. “Gods, Master, yes!” she cried.
His fingers dug into the soft, still burning flesh of her ass. He brought her closer, licking her pussy faster.
Her body began to shake, her thighs trembling against his cheeks. A wave had begun inside her, one she felt would quickly overtake her.
Royla could barely believe she was suspended in a tree, in a strange forest with this commanding creature between her legs. And yet everything about it seemed so right. She moaned as the wave grew, building up through her belly, then her chest, threatening to drown her soon.
He continued his affection, his hands drawing her even closer as his tongue flicked up into her entrance.
It made her shake even more violently. It was coming, so close that she could feel herself slipping under, unable and unwilling to be in control of her body any longer. She had craved something else from him, but this was nearly as good. Closing her eyes, she succumbed to the sensation.
Her scream resounded through the forest, sending birds flapping up off their perches in the canopy. Royla thrashed and twisted, trying to grind her pussy against his face, to grind every last sliver of delicious lust she could get. The climax had begun to ebb already.
As his tongue worked its way to the peak of her pussy, pressing between her lips and caressing the sensitive bud there, Royla felt one of his fingers touch her lips.
It twisted between them before sliding between her legs, over the soft part that separated her two holes. She gasped as it pressed against her back entrance.
It wasn’t an unwelcome sensation, just unexpected. Her body tightened, her ass clenching against the impending intrusion.
He growled between her legs.
Royla knew what the growl meant. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed. She squirmed a little as his finger pressed against that opening, as the tip of it traveled along the bumpy ridge of muscle that led to her insides.
She gasped again when it pressed tighter against her. But she wanted to do this for him. She suddenly had the desire to do everything he asked of her. She wanted to see him as happy and sated as she felt. Despite herself, she unclenched her muscles and tried to stay still.
The finger pressed further. It slid into her, stiff and thick, stretching her backside and making her moan. His mouth was still against her sex, tongue flicking at the spot she so loved when he touched.
She tensed again as a knuckle passed into her. It stretched her so tightly she thought it might split the tender flesh. But no such thing happened. Soon it had passed and was inside her, exploring the soft walls of the inside of her rear.
Royla relaxed. Ignoring her shame, she indulged a feeling that had been growing inside her: pleasure at the inspection.
How filthy and lewd it was that his finger was back there. For some reason her mind went to what the others might say, back at the palisade, if they saw her in such a position. That thought, in turn, caused another hot pulse of lust to course through her.
What is wrong with me? she wondered.
Soon lust was ballooning inside her again. As his tongue flicked her tenderness and his finger explored deeper and deeper inside her bottom, she found herself being raised ever higher until another explosive wave of orgasm crashed over her.
The tail of this one was longer. It lingered, teasing and tormenting her as his tongue continued caressing her slit. When it did finally disappear, Royla was exhausted, dangling in the tree not caring what happened next as long as she could sleep.
His mouth came away from her sex as he eased his finger out of her rear.
She felt herself being lowered until her feet, then her knees, then the rest of her came to rest on the forest floor.
Her eyes were closed. She could smell the damp earth and hear the water in the creek.
Then she felt his warmth next to her again.
Opening her eyes, she saw that he had lain down beside her.
He studied her face with his eyes.
Royla did her best to smile but even her lips felt weak. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
Their eyes met.
“Royla. I am Thanred.”