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I quietly came into the room and took off my chest armor, hanging it on the wall. There was a plate of her unfinished supper on the round table. She had eaten most of the soup and a bite of the bread and had picked at everything else. I picked up the bread, tucked the pieces of meat inside and ate while I watched her sleep.

She was so small that the bed seemed to swallow her whole. How I had let a mere human get the upper hand to penetrate my flesh with a knife was beyond me. But who was I really kidding? I’d been so fascinated by her bravery that I allowed her to overpower me and I had done nothing to stop her.

The spot where the knife penetrated still throbbed with pain. The pain—I was used to it. I had hundreds of wounds just like it. Each one had made me stronger and faster.

The outline of her shapely figure under the thin sheets had me thinking of other things, not just discomfort. My cock hardened beneath my loincloth, and soon, I realized this wasn’t an erection that would go away on its own.

Pulling back the sheets and ravishing her beautiful body would have suited me just fine. My need was great, gnawing at me like the hunger than panted my gut whenever I went days without eating or feeling the sun against my scales.

I recalled how soft her skin was when I touched her. Her scent was scent, like a meadow of flowers freshly blossomed.

I threw the bread and meat back on the plate and rose. My cock stood up almost vertical to the floor, creating a tent with my loin cloth the size of a mountain. As soon as hot seed began to pulse from the tip, rolling down my shaft, I tore my gaze away from Visla and hurried into the bath.

As soon as I stepped under the shower, I wrapped my fingers around my thick girth and pumped until all the tension exploded. Streams of milky white semen coated my hands and disappeared down the drain. When I was done, I was still panting with a need so great that I became erect again.

Even after a fresh shower and soothing orgasm, the sight of Visla’s body still turned me on. When I exited the bath, her sweet scent mingled with the steam floating into the main area. There was something different about it. It was much stronger. I’d known the scent before. She smelled like arousal, but this was much sweeter—unique. Her breathing was even anymore. I could tell she was no longer asleep, but only pretending to be.

I grabbed up my belt and wrapped it around me just as Visla began to stir. She lifted herself on her forearm and blinked out into the darkness. My eyes adjusted to having no light in the room and I immediately zoned in on the thin underdress she wore which clung to her top half. Her breasts were plump and rounded. I made out the dusky shadow of her hard nipples beneath the silk. The pain in my thigh was forgotten. This new emotion—it raged deep within me—I couldn’t understand it.

Before she could affect me anymore, I exhaled deeply and turned away.

“Khol,” she whispered.

Her voice stroked me, sending euphoric waves up my spine. As if it were the most natural thing for me to do, I stopped in my tracks and paused. “What is it?”

“Get it over with. If you’re going to punish me. Do it now and let me go.”

She was telling me what to do. She was demanding and it was bit amusing.

“Before you came, I had things to do, and long after you leave, I’ll still have things to do, so stop wasting my time,” she added.

I turned around and adjusted the scope of my vision to better see her in the dark.

“Who told you I’d be leaving, little kitten?”

She rolled her eyes and said, “Oh, I forgot. You’re kunwe now. You’ve killed Magdul, laid your claim, and now Dretis is yours. But you know what, you’ll never own me. Ever.”

Her words cut like glass, going deeper than even the blade she stabbed me with. I was at the bedside in seconds, undoing her ropes. I untied her from the bed but I kept her wrists tied together.

I picked her up.

“What are you doing?” She thrashed as I carried her over my shoulder. Even though she demanded her punishment, I knew she’d protest.

“Let’s see if you’re prepared to take what you can dish out,” I said, sitting on the bench near the foot of the bed and bringing her down over my lap.

I lifted up her underdress and was instantly hard again when I revealed her perfect ass. From her position, I made out the plump lips of her resting on my thighs. Her seam was already glistening wet with her essence. I took a deep breath, taking in the notes of honey mixed with her sweet arousal. It was clear that her womb was ready for breeding. Her pussy was practically swollen with need.

“It appears you are very fertile tonight, little kitten,” I noted.

“Oh my gosh,” she panted, squeezing her legs together.

When I parted her thighs again, a drip of her honey drained from her slit onto my bare thighs. “This wasn’t the response I expected, but it is the response I am most pleased about.”

I brought my palm down across her ass once. She screamed into the night and then her breath caught in her throat.

Her scent grew stronger and she creamed against my thigh in reaction to me kneaded her creamy backside.

I molded both hands to her buttocks, allowing my thumb to graze her pussy lips. She moaned softly and then bit it back when I brought my palm down a second time.

“Do you regret cutting me now, Visla?” I asked, watching her flesh jiggle as I spanked her again.

I wasn’t expecting the reply she gave.

“I regret nothing.”