The Warrior's Pet (Cadi Warriors Book 1)

by Stephanie West

Kagan reached out and took hold of one of her breasts. His grasp wasn't rough as he felt her up, his thumb stroking her nipple. Giselle tried to repress the twinge of desire that flared but failed as the sensation struck her deep. His hand moved down over her stomach as his eyes studied the curve of her waist. Kagan ran his fingers over her belly pushing gently. He seemed momentarily distracted by her belly button before moving lower still.

  "Spread your legs for me pet." Kagan's deep voice demanded.

  Giselle blushed. If she spread her legs, he would see how damp she'd gotten. Between the spanking and his slow perusal of her body she found herself frustratingly turned on.

  Kagan's hand pushed at her knee while his other took hold of her thigh. Giselle froze. She wasn't sure she wanted this. But Kagan brooked no argument as he splayed her to his view. Giselle felt herself getting redder as he stared at her vagina. When his strong hands pushed her legs wider yet, Giselle was ready to hide her face. She felt the lips of her pussy gape open and she shivered as the cool air reached her moist intimate flesh. Giselle gasped and jumped as a finger touched her clit.

  "What is this?" Kagan asked.

  Giselle stared in shock trying to think as his fingers rolled around her nub.

  "Jeezelle tell me." He tapped her and she nearly convulsed from the added stimulation.

  "It's my clit." She stammered.

  "What does it do?"

  "Pleasure." Giselle admitted with embarrassment.

  Kagan quo Rordan

  When Kagan spread Giselle's legs he saw puffy lips with a tuft of pale curly hair on her mound. Such a lush body would cushion a warrior as he thrust. Kagan couldn't help his wayward thoughts. Kagan shifted her thighs, to open Giselle wider, and noted how pink the tender flesh was that hid behind her delicate folds. Her little slit glistened, and he nearly groaned.

  Kagan's eyes were drawn to the tumescent nub at the top of her slit. His fingers were moved to touch it. As Kagan ran his finger over the silky firm button, he noted the pulse in Giselle's neck flutter. She was flushed and her little slit convulsed slightly.

  Kagan knew what Giselle was going to say, but he asked her what the nub was, anyway. He couldn't help himself. Cadi women didn't have their pleasure center on the outside like Giselle.

  His delicate little pet's body was attractive and compelling. Her musky heady scent had him reeling. Had he ever scented a perfume so sweet? Kagan wanted to learn just how different she was from what he was familiar with.

  Giselle was too small for a warrior of his size but his shaft didn't seem to care. But her petite size didn't keep him from gently exploring her soft skin.

  Kagan enjoyed her gasps and the way she trembled as he feathered touches over her pleasure nub, her clit. Kagan nearly growled as he watched moisture leak from her slit and slide down her splayed cleft. Had he ever seen a female so wet? Kagan found he wanted to taste her. His little pet was making him salivate, and he planned on answering that thirst.

  Giselle

  Giselle couldn't believe the way Kagan stroked and examined her so intimately. She shouldn't be enjoying this, she was a prisoner after all. Her back arched as a tongue suddenly swiped along her cleft. Giselle opened her eyes and looked down at the massive head thrust between her thighs. The rough stubble on his chin teasing her.

  Giselle writhed as a tongue lashed at her clit before dipping into her slit.

  "Oh god Kagan." Giselle couldn't help but grip his long black hair.

  Kagan growled his finger moving to finger her clit as his tongue delved deep into her, probing, tasting and stroking. It felt so amazing she started to quake. Rather than allow her to catch her breath, Kagan lifted his eyes to watch Giselle as he mercilessly continued to stroke and lap at her. Giselle found the way he stared her in the eye as he feasted on her flesh incredibly erotic. Giselle bit her lip to keep from moaning.

  When Kagan ventured to finger her aching slit Giselle nearly cried out. Deft fingers traced her slick folds before homing in on her cramping pussy. He prodded gently, slipping easily inside her needy drenched channel. Giselle's hips rose unbidden as Kagan pressed two broad digits into her, then deeper. All it took was a gentle retreat followed by a more insistent press rubbing against that sensitive spot up inside, and Giselle found herself trembling uncontrollably. Kagan picked up his pace fingering her as he sucked on her clit. Giselle lost her mind and erupted so hard that a guttural scream pierced her lips.

  Kagan quo Rordan

  Kagan didn't know what overcame him and yet he couldn't pull away from Giselle either. He pressed his fingers ever deeper into Giselle's impossibly wet sleeve. She stretched to accommodate his thrusting fingers and then further still. He wasn't quite sure how it was possible for such a little thing. Cadi female bodies weren't nearly as forgiving and never so wet. It was as if Giselle's species was made for coupling. Giselle's little moans and the way she clawed at his hair spurred him on when he should have retreated.

  Giselle's taste had Kagan desperately sucking and lapping at her cleft in an effort to wring every last bit of nectar from her body. Her salty sweet honey had Kagan reeling like nothing he'd ever experienced. Unbelievably his little pet just kept spasming around his fingers soaking his face with her desire. When Giselle clamped down on his seeking digits undulating and milking them as her back arched, Kagan nearly spilled his seed into the blankets.

  Giselle's scream pulled Kagan out of the erotic haze. He pulled back rapidly sure he'd gone too far and hurt his little pet.

  Giselle was stiff, and Kagan watched as her channel continued to spasm and spill fluid. He didn't think he had damaged her but the way she cried out said otherwise.

  Kagan looked up at Giselle's face. Her eyes cracked opened and a languid smile lifted the corners of her lips.

  "Holy Kali." Kagan mentally exclaimed as he realized Giselle's scream had been one of ultimate pleasure. How was that possible? Females didn't respond this way, at least none that he'd ever known.

  Kagan nearly lunged for the female with a wanton growl, his manhood so hard it hurt.

  There was a cough from behind him at the entrance of the tent. Kagan glanced to see Dagaa standing patiently, a cryptic look on his face.

  "Everything is well." Kagan said realizing his lieutenant probably came in response to Giselle's scream which likely roused the entire camp.

  "Daimio it would seem our tiny prisoner has escaped." Dagaa reported looking grim.

  "Dammit that boy's going to get himself killed wandering around this jungle." Kagan rose up and quickly dressed. "Stay put." He said to Giselle as he left to go hunt for the foolish child.

  4 Strategic Attack

  Giselle

  Giselle lay wrapped in warm blankets drifting in a post coital bliss. That had been the most amazing orgasm she had ever had. To think it had come at the hands of one of these barbaric aliens.

  However as the world stopped spinning, and she regained her bearings Giselle found herself increasingly pissed.

  "You ARE a PET." Giselle mocked Kagan. "Asshole!"

  Just because he wasn't insanely violent and could eat pussy like no body's business, it didn't mean this whole situation was suddenly peachy. The large man had still attempted to put her in her place with a spanking of all things. The mere fact Kagan believed she had a place that was something less than equal rankled.

  "What do you expect moron? Look how they enslave the Toufik."

  The hairy beasts did almost every task for the warrior race. Giselle wouldn't be surprised if the warrior's didn't even wipe their own asses. Though Kagan was the better of two evils, seemingly polite rather than vicious and demanding like Vigdis, it didn't belie the fact he still kept slaves. She didn't want a master even a kind one with a magic tongue.

  Giselle lay debating the problem. There was no escaping this planet of bigots. She couldn't fight an entire race. Even if she could wage and win a dozen battles, it still did not mean she'd win equality in their eyes. No she'd have to somehow break Kagan's resistance with
something far more powerful than physical strength. But what?

  Giselle closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over head with a groan. How could she reason with these alien people and gain a measure of respect? What do warriors respect besides prowess in war?

  There was a sudden weight on her chest and the point of a sharp knife poking through the blanket into her chest. Giselle struggled and pulled the blanket away to see the face of a boy.

  "You aren't the Vidya Cadi Daimio!" The boy said in surprise.

  Giselle looked at the disgruntled child. This must be the little prisoner the warriors are looking for. She couldn't understand why the warriors were holding the child prisoner but were now upset because he was in danger. It didn't make sense but what did on this alien world.

  "No I am not." Giselle replied assuming the boy was looking for Kagan. She recalled the other warrior calling Kagan the title Daimio. "Do you think you can stop stabbing me?" Giselle asked calmly.

  The boy huffed and got off her. Giselle sighed in relief. The boy's face didn't appear that old, but he was big like all of his race. He turned and started sneaking out beneath a flap of the tent.

  "Hey where are you going?" Giselle asked. She had no doubt that Kagan was right about it not being safe for the boy to wander the wilds. She grabbed his arm. "It's not safe for you to venture into the jungle alone."

  "It's better than being a prisoner. " He said indignantly.

  "As a prisoner you will live to see another day, but out there some wild creature could hurt you." Giselle tried to reason with the youngster.

  "I am a Scelus Cadi warrior. I do not fear death." The child puffed up his chest making her smile.

  "I see but is it wise to throw your life away so foolishly when a better opportunity may be waiting?"

  "They won't return me to my people. They're the enemy." The child said angrily.

  "What is your name? My name is Giselle."

  "Sabin"

  "Well Sabin, I'm sure that if Kagan promised to return you to your people he will." Giselle hoped Kagan wouldn't make a liar of her.

  Kagan quo Rordan

  Kagan had tracked the boy back to the campsite but lost him amidst all the tracks around the tents. He shook his head in frustration as he approached his tent.

  Kagan stopped as he was about to raise the tent flap hearing voices inside.

  "What is your name? My name is Giselle." He heard his little pet say.

  "Sabin" The boy replied.

  Kagan smiled. None of his warriors had been able to get the child to tell them his name.

  "Well Sabin, I'm sure that if Kagan promised to return you to your people he will." Giselle told the boy.

  Kagan was surprised. Giselle didn't know him well enough to judge his character. The fact she said such a thing made Kagan inexplicably proud.

  "I'm not listening to you. You're a pet. You shouldn't even be talking to me." The boy, Sabin, said angrily.

  Kagan found the youth's comment made him uncomfortable. The boy spoke the truth and yet the way he said it was harsh to hear coming from one so young.

  "So because you don't see me as your equal, but as a pet, that somehow makes it okay for you to be rude. Does being a pet mean that what I say is worthless?" Giselle asked very calmly. "I have feelings just like you do. I have value in the universe as a living breathing being just like you do. Nothing you call me changes that. You are angry because someone says you are a prisoner and you don't agree, but then you treat me with the same dishonor. It doesn't matter if you are talking to the Toufik, to the enemy, or to your own family, if you speak with honor it will be returned ten fold and you will honor yourself in the process."

  Giselle's astute words struck Kagan hard. He had a newfound respect for his little pet as she spoke to the young warrior. He was starting to wonder what kind of creature the Jurou Biljana had sold them.

  Kagan stepped into the tent and both Sabin and Giselle jumped in surprise.

  Giselle sat wrapped in several blankets while the boy crouched nearby holding a sharp blade. Kagan frowned as he looked at the mark the little male had left on Giselle's chest. The boy wasn't much of a match for a full grown warrior but he could have easily hurt his little Giselle.

  "It is true little warrior. It is dishonorable for a Cadi warrior to abuse others with their words and deeds, especially those that serve them or are weak." Kagan approached the boy who looked like he would bolt at any moment. "Look at how you have injured my innocent pet." Kagan knelt and ran his hand across Giselle's chest feeling the slight red welt. "Do you know the penalty for what you have done?" Kagan asked sternly.

  Despite the fact that the boy trembled in fear as he dropped the blade, Kagan needed to impress upon the tiny warrior that foolish actions like this would one day be dealt with far more harshly and by men less patient than himself.

  Surprisingly Giselle glared at him and tugged the boy to her, wrapping her arms around his frame since he was still small enough to do so. Women the universe over seemed to be protective of little ones.

  "Kagan!" Giselle exclaimed her eyes holding a mix of concern for the child and censure.

  Kagan held up his hand to silence her. Giselle was obviously more worried about the safety of a small youth than she was her own well being. It was noble and yet a small angry child of Sabin's size could have killed her in a misguided attempt to harm Kagan.

  "My title is Daimio and you will address me as such." Kagan informed his pet. She too had to learn what was expected of her on Cadi. Interference and questioning his judgement in authority matters such as this could not be tolerated.

  Giselle's mouth closed tight. Her expression and body language suddenly different. Kagan didn't know what was swirling around in her intelligent mind but he didn't like the way she now regarded him. He shook his head. Females were hard to read, much less foreign ones.

  "Little warrior because you seem to like Dagaa's blade so much, tomorrow you will be put to work learning just what it takes to care for such a weapon. From now on you will do warriors work since you insist on arming yourself as one and going up against one. Should I find you failing in your duty or running off and putting others at risk to hunt for you, you will be punished like a warrior."

  The boy nodded hesitantly but firmly then handed over the knife when Kagan reached out for it. The boy had grown up with warriors. Despite his anger, on a certain level Sabin expected the discipline, even yearned to be treated as an older warrior, like most boy his age. Kagan just had to keep him busy and tired till he could find one of his kinsmen to take him in.

  Kagan whistled and one of his men entered the tent.

  "The boy was found playing with my pet." He said to the guard who looked relieved at seeing the child and ushered him out.

  Despite the fact the boy was of the Scelus Cadi no one had wanted to see such a little one come to harm. Once alone again with Giselle, Kagan turned to her.

  "Why didn't you alert someone that the boy was here?"

  Giselle kept her mouth shut and just raised a brow at him as if mocking his own expression. Ah so she was angry with him. Kagan couldn't tell if it was because he'd chastised her or the boy, maybe both.

  Kagan shook his head. Giselle was going to be a handful.

  "I should turn you over my knee again but it's late and we need to be up for an early start. So just answer my question." Kagan pinned her with his gaze.

  The thought of warming Giselle's behind tempted him on many levels, but it likely wouldn't have the desired effect.

  To Kagan's surprise Giselle had the audacity to roll her eyes and turn away in response to his threat. He quickly turned her to face him and gripped her chin.

  "This behavior will not be tolerated pet."

  "Did you or did you not instruct me not to speak outside these four walls DAIMIO?" Giselle's eyes flashed. She wasn't cowed one bit and the way she spate his title was hardly respectful.

  "You have the ability to discern when it is appropriate to call on my
warriors." Kagan told her knowing full well his pet was being obstinate.

  "Do I? After all I am just a pet and you are the Daimio. Who am I to question your command?" With that Giselle clamped her mouth shut and her eyes went blank.

  Kagan's mouth nearly dropped open. He couldn't believe she twisted his reasoning against him. Giselle was not some mindless pet. She knew very well that she should've alerted someone. And yet she was right, she was not from here, there would be many instances that he would demand her unquestioning obedience, much as he did with his warriors.

  Kagan suddenly regretted the words he'd carelessly chosen when informing Giselle of her place in Cadi society. He was frustrated with her and himself. Kagan took hold of Giselle's stiff little body, unwound the blankets before lying down and pulling her to his chest. She remained stiff but didn't pull away.

  Kagan resisted running his hands over her naked body despite the way her scent intoxicated him. He didn't know what had come over him. Although Kagan possessed numerous Toufik he'd never had an alien pet. Other species were rarely brought to Cadi by the Jurou Biljana and when they were they were nothing like Giselle, never so similar to the Cadi.

  Kagan forced his eyes closed. They had to push it tomorrow to make it to the borderlands. It had been an exhausting, long, strange day, filled with many surprises. Kagan had an inkling that this was just one of many to come.

  Giselle

  Kagan deposited Giselle into the back of a cargo transport after a swift and quiet breakfast. Sabin was laid beside her still fast asleep. She looked at the sleeping child and relished the days when she was so small and innocent.

  Giselle was doing her best to be thankful for being warm the entire night and having a full belly. Yet try as she might Giselle was somehow more frustrated.

  While she had been with Vigdis Giselle had feared for her life and that had kept her mind occupied. Now she was concentrating on the lack of equity in her current situation and truly mourning the loss of her old life and freedom.