"I will remember," he says softly. "Slaves, good clones, and gladiators who do not choose cruelty. Everyone else does not matter."
"Damn straight." And I keep stroking his mane until he drifts off to sleep.
"I'll be so good to you, Mina," the rough voice rasps as he caresses my breasts. "You want it too, don't you?"
"Y-yes," I whisper, entranced as my lover skims down my belly. His tusks rub against my skin and then he pulls me against him, all wild lion mane and cat eyes.
"My Mina," he says. "I'm going to fuck you so hard."
I wake up with a jolt, gaspy and breathless. My pussy throbs with need, and the dream plays through my head, so vivid it feels like a memory. Crulden's mouth on my skin. Crulden kneeling between my thighs. Crulden pushing me down and having his way with me.
Christ, that was a vivid dream.
The warm body behind me rocks gently against me, hips pushing against mine. A thick, hard cock rubs against my backside, and my eyes nearly cross. Oh god. Oh god. He rocks into me again as I lie there, frozen, and then mumbles something incoherent.
It takes me a moment to realize that Crulden's dreaming. He's grinding against me in his sleep, and the horny, just awoken part of me is enjoying it far too much. Not trusting myself—or him—I ease out of his grasp and press my back to the wall, watching him sleep. His eyes are closed and he shifts a little, then smacks his lips and rolls onto his back.
The thin blankets perfectly outline the absolute beast in his loincloth. I mean, Crulden is size-appropriate, it's just that he's huge anyhow. Of course he's enormous. And hard. And thick.
I might stare at that outline for far longer than I should.
I'm rattled the rest of the day. The dream was so damn real, and I don't know what to think about it. I also don't know what to think about the fact that Crulden was grinding against me and I didn't say anything. He's trying really hard to ignore the fact that he's attracted to me, and I don't want him to… don't know. Have regrets? Be mad at himself?
Stop?
That's a foolish thought. Just because someone treats me like I'm worth a damn suddenly doesn't mean I need to ride their dick in appreciation, and I scrub the idea from my head the moment it appears.
If Crulden notices anything off with my attitude or my scent, he says nothing, which I'm utterly grateful for. We eat a breakfast I head to the kitchens to get, and I'm pleased that I'm getting a little more freedom. After we eat, the guards appear and Crulden goes out into the courtyard for the day's training. Unlike yesterday, it's not a fleet of clones and trainers. This time, it's just one, and they work on Crulden's stamina. Hours pass as I sit in the sun near one of the clone guards as Crulden runs through a series of training obstacles over and over again. They break for a short lunch, and then Crulden is back at it again, working so hard that his mane gets plastered to his shoulders with sweat, and I end up going to get water so Crulden doesn't collapse. They forget they've been keeping him penned up, and he's no good to anyone if he works himself sick.
My bossiness amuses the clones and the trainer, but Crulden's working hard alongside them, so no one complains. I can't help but notice that the scientist isn't out here today. I guess Crulden is less interesting now that he's compliant.
By the time we head in at the end of the day, Crulden is utterly exhausted, so we eat dinner and I towel-bathe him again. We climb onto the bunk after the lights go out and I play with his drying mane and we just talk about the day, or our plans to escape, or nothing at all. Just talking.
My dreams are full of filthy scenarios, and I still don't know what to think about that. I haven't woken up to Crulden rubbing himself against me again, which is good…I think.
Part of me wonders how I'd react if he did.
18
CRULDEN
Mina has been acting weird some mornings. Then again, so am I.
I didn't realize how difficult it would be for me to have a female in my quarters with me, her warm, soft body pressing up against mine while I sleep, her incredible scent in my nose. Every morning, I wake up hard and aching, the perfume of her so thick in the air that I am at the edges of my limits. I quickly rush to the lavatory—the only bit of privacy I have—and jerk my cock until I can control myself. Mina goes and gets food for us, unaware of my shameful actions.