She supposed she should get used to calling him ‘Master,’ if only for the time being. Until she managed to escape. That way she wouldn’t slip up and earn herself another correction.
She fell into a steady pace behind him. Her mind swam with questions and memories. What was this... thing? Though, each glance at him had her thinking of him less as a monster and more of a...
She couldn’t put her finger on what. Not a monster, though.
She blushed as her eyes fell to the flexing muscles in his buttocks. She’d never seen a male rear. It looked so powerful, the skin stretched taut over hard muscle shifting beneath.
A warmth blossomed inside her. It rushed up from hercore and heated her cheeks all over again.
What am I doing? He’s kidnapping me!
But she couldn’t seem to chase the questions away. Each time her eyes darted over his hard body, a dull ache began to throb between her legs. She could still feel his essence lingering there, sticky and occasionally running down her leg.
She knew she should be thinking of ways to escape, perhaps slip away in the middle of the night. But the idea didn’t inspire as much hope inside her as she thought it should. Something was... almost drawing her to him. To Master, as he insisted he be called.
An hour or two might have passed as they walked. The funny, tickling ache inside her twisted into a pressure that Royla finally realized was her bladder. She had to go.
Not wanting to arouse the beast’s—Master’s—ire, she tried to hold it. But as the light faded, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it forever. She contemplated just going as they walked but that would be so filthy!
It took all her will to summon the courage to speak. “Master?” The word came out a hoarse whisper.
The large creature seemed to startle at the sound of her voice. As if he’d forgotten she was there. He spun around and glowered at her. “What is it?” he snapped.
“I... I have to... relieve myself,” Royla said, lowering her eyes in shame.
He grunted, as if to say that were a suitable reason to disturb him, then came to a stop next to a large tree.
Her relief at not being disciplined was short-lived. Instead of turning or stepping away, Master merely stood there staring at her with his dark expression.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, flexing her thighs to hold it in. Surely, he wasn’t going to make her...
“What is the trouble?” he asked. He nodded at the tree. “Go, if you must.”
Shame and humiliation flooded through her again. Hecouldn’t really mean that she was to... justgo? Right there? In front of him?
His frown deepened. “Go, if you must. Or you will feel my hand again. We are wasting daylight.”
The realization that he would not relent made her cheeks burn red again. She was painfully full and needed relief. There was nothing to be done. She would just have to... go. Right there in front of him.
Tucking her chin against her chest so as not to meet his gaze, she crouched down and closed her eyes. The fluid leaving her body relieved the pressure in her belly but did nothing to the shame she felt.
Going under a tree. Like an animal. A pet, under the watchful eyes of its master.
Her heart jumped. Not at how lewd it was, but at how it sent a thrilling shock of excitement racing through her. Because when it came down to it, it seemed that’s all she would be to him. He even had her on a leash.
What is wrong with me?
When she’d finished, Royla stood again. Her eyes darted up, lingering just long enough on his to confirm he’d been staring at her the whole time. But instead of tearing them away, Royla let them wander down his body.
Every muscle was outlined by his thick, taut skin. She’d never seen a body so hard, so animal. As her eyes fell to his midriff, she blushed at the sight of his exposed member. It was as thick as her arm, with a bulbous head and still stiff. It seemed to be throbbing with need.
Her thoughts wandered back to being pressed against the forest floor. That...thinghad been inside her. It had broken her innocence and unloaded its gift into her womb.
Her mouth fell open as her mind drew the connection. The rutting hut. The bodies twisted together in the forest. That...organpenetrating her. They swirled together, forming a very naughty explanation of how offspring were made.
Royla gasped.
Oh, Gods! What if his... seed quickens inside me?
