“Isu…”
“Master. Isu,” he reminds me with another one of those painful lashes that makes me put all thought of love out of my mind. The very opposite emotion rushes in where love fled. I have been told that love and hate are two sides of the same coin. I didn’t know they could coexist inside the same body at the same time.
* * *
Isu
She hates me. I know she does. I see it in her eyes.
I would feel worse about that, but for the fact that I have to keep complete control. My men are vicious. They need to see that the human is thoroughly dominated, or my keeping her will seem like an act of weakness. Humiliation is not enough. She will need to be broken completely.
“Stop fucking doing that,” she hisses at me.
“Stop talking,” I reply, calm.
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
“Why don’t you care? Did you ever care?” There are tears in her eyes. One traces down her cheek slowly. She is afraid. She should be. What I am about to do to her will be as savage as anything ever done to a captive female. I cannot show her any favors. She is the woman who woke the wyrm. She is feared and loathed in equal measure by the brave warriors who have fought these battles alongside me.
She is also completely innocent, but in this universe, even the innocent are punished, along with the guilty.
I told her I love her, so she knows I care. But humans always need to be told everything many times over. It is one of their many weaknesses, in addition to their obvious physical weakness. I do not think she will remember my love for long once this begins properly.
I want to take her in my arms and tell her that not an hour has gone by that I have not thought of her, adored her, dreamed of her, but that cannot happen, not yet. Everything I do is watched and observed. If I don’t want a knife in both our backs before sunrise, the charade must be maintained.
“She’s pathetic, isn’t she,” Ziril laughs. “Humans are so sentimental. They bond with everything. Not just their own kind. Any kind. They can make friends with a rock if you leave them long enough. We should cage her remotely. See what she does.”
It is all I can do not to rip his throat out. Instead I pull her close, my hand clasping the back of her head, my lips on her ear so only she can hear me.
“This has to hurt,” I whisper. “Be a good girl.”
* * *
Aspel
Be a good girl.
I haven’t had much practice at that, but I sense the urgency in Isu’s voice, and as confused and sore and ashamed as I am, I have to fight to stay present with the feelings I have for him. I came here for a reason.
He is putting on a show for his men, but I don’t care about them. I care about him. I don’t care that I am watched, naked and on display. The only thing that matters is Master Isu’s eyes on me. His is the only gaze in creation as far as I am concerned.
He takes me by the shoulders, turns me around and bends me over, my hands on my ankles. This is a position of submission. I cannot see anything other than the ground and my own hair, but I can feel him behind me. I can feel his powerful hands on my hips, and I can feel that hot cock, the one I have dreamed of every night, brushing against my sex.
I am wet. I am ready. I have thought of nothing but him for almost a year. I have gone to sleep with his name on my lips, his face in my mind. I have pleasured myself to the memories of our coupling, and now I brace myself for the rough joining I know must be coming.
“Fuck!” I scream as he plunges inside my sex with one hard thrust that sends ripples through my body and my soul. I hear the warriors roar with approval as I am ravaged roughly, their cries drowning out my own.
“Nec M’uklahk!”
“Tiz M’uklahk!”
“Nec M’uklahk!”
“Tiz M’uklahk!”
They chant as I am taken, Isu’s powerful grasp pulling me up off the ground so high I am first on tiptoes and then simply dangling from his hands, my ass slapping against the hard lines of his lower abdomen as he drags me back and forth along his cock like a toy, using me with the might of a conqueror.
I could orgasm from this treatment, but before I can, he turns me around, puts his hand under my jaw, and slides his cock right into my mouth, fucking me there with just as much passion as he took my pussy. He is leaking his seed, spurts of it escaping his cock with every thrust, he feeds me his alien desire, then turns me back around and sheathes himself inside my sex again, fucking me as I was made to be fucked.