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In the kitchen, Peliel has placed a wooden table and chairs he had retrieved from one of the camps, an oven surrounded by lumber retrieved from a nearby savanna, and a salt chest for preserving food.
Our bedroom has been refashioned with stolen furniture and a wrought-iron door Peliel made himself to prevent intruders from entering our cavern. He even studied nearby settlements and used his knowledge to design a lock for it.
The bathroom was designed with a hollowed-out portion for bathing, plus a wash basin, mirror, candle, and toilet. Granted, the bath hollow doesn’t work if Peliel doesn’t use his powers to bring in water, and the toilet is above a portal that leads somewhere. We’re still not sure where it leads, but it hasn’t affected us at all, so we try not to worry about it.
“I still can’t believe you did all of this,” I say in disbelief. This project only took him a few days, and our cavern is basically complete.
He smiles at me, his four eyes lighting up.
“You helped.”
I chuckle. “All I did was hand you the tools, Peliel.”
“Yes. And you were a sublime assistant.”
I shake my head, falling forward into his arms as he stands up. “Don’t undersell yourself,” he whispers. “You were fantastic. I still don’t know how I got so lucky.”
He embraces me, and I take in his overpowering musk, gripping his muscles tightly. I’ve never noticed how firm his muscles are, but gripping his bicep, I feel what can only be natural strength, as my small hand fails to encircle his bulging brawn.
He grasps me in return, challenging my own fortitude with his brute force, and I savor the feeling of being one with him in his arms, though he nearly strangles me with his love.
Breaking the hold, he moves back toward the entrance, moving to open the door.
“Wait. Where are you going?”
He turns to face me.
“Now that we’ve finished our home, there are trespassers moving in on our territory. I thought I’d teach them a lesson, if you wouldn’t mind hanging out here for a bit.”
He surveys me, anticipating my approval.
“You’re not doing that,” I tell him.
He approaches me in confusion, a bit of his old anger coming back to the forefront.
“And why not?”
He stares down at me, intimidating me with his presence. Slowly, my arms move toward my shirt, rhythmically lifting the fabric from my torso.
There’s no way he’s ignoring this.
I smile up at him wickedly.
Fixating on my bare breasts, his mouth visibly waters.
“There’s something else we still have to do today,” I say, before moving toward the bed, patting the sheet beside me.
He is dumbfounded at first. But when he swallows his pride, he charges toward me, like a batlaz on the hunt, and slams down beside me, nearly crashing it into the floor.
“Careful. You don’t want yet another construction project to deal with.”
“Shut up and undress,” he growls.
But he leaves me no means to do so. Immediately, he begins mauling my breast with his teeth and claws, and I’m taken back to when he used to hatefuck me into submission.
There is still a little too much tenderness for my liking though.
As I wriggle against the pain, trying to keep my composure, a faint smile crosses my mouth.
