Kagan smacked her harder the blow shoving her against the crate and making her ass wobble. Giselle laughed her sound of mirth only stunted by the reign of blows against her behind. She was absolutely unrepentant.The warriors watching him mete out her punishment stood wide eyed. No female could withstand being chastised like Giselle did. How was he expected to deal with her behavior?
Kagan snarled and grabbed Giselle around her waist hauling her back to his tent. He tossed Giselle down onto the blankets baring his teeth in anger and frustration. Giselle shivered as Kagan got an inch from her face.
"How do you expect me to maintain order when you disobey?" He growled.
"Come up with better rules." Giselle yelled back undaunted. Her chest heaving, her breasts and stiff nipples rubbing against his bare skin.
"I am your master you will obey me."
"I have no master. Make me."
Kagan couldn't believed how defiant Giselle was. The fire in her eyes riled him up as much as the scent and feel of her lush body. Why was he so desperate to master her mind, body and soul? He wanted to pin her beneath him and dominate her. He wanted Giselle in a primal way that reared up clouding all his good sense.
Kagan gripped the back of Giselle's neck with one hand as he tore off his kilt. He shoved his hand between her thighs to find her wet the same as before when he'd spanked her. When he thrust his fingers into her soaked channel Giselle reared forward and planted her mouth on his. Unbelievably she sucked at his lower lip then bit it before shoving her tongue into his mouth.
For once his pet was quiet as she explored his mouth. The only sounds she made were gasps as he added another finger to stretch her quaking channel. Kagan pressed Giselle into the blankets with his body. His tongue fought for dominance with hers in the strange yet tantalizing custom. Even in this act she refused to relent.
A small hand gripped his shaft and Kagan shuddered. Giselle explored his flesh in a bold way no female would dare. Her touch wasn't shy as she caressed the ridges of his engorged shaft. It kicked in her hand and Kagan moaned against her mouth.
He pulled back and looked at the small slit nestled between her delicate folds. She was stretched around his fingers but that's not what he wanted to see piercing her. Kagan gripped his cock and pressed the head at her narrow weeping entrance.
As he pushed forward his broad crown spread her resisting flesh, and he felt her strain against him. Giselle threw her head back and panted, her breasts heaving. Kagan bent forward and took one berry nipple in his mouth sucking it hard as Giselle's channel constricted painfully around his head. Kagan burrowed deeper, his cock gaining entrance a fraction of an inch at a time. Giselle's head thrashed back and forth as he laved and nipped her erect nipples. Her sweet cries gaining in volume the further he pressed.
Giselle's hand shoved between their bodies and started furiously rubbing at the little button atop her slit. Kagan looked down. The way she stroked her clit as her body reluctantly accepted him was such an erotic sight that Kagan's hips bucked inadvertently. Giselle cried out a desperate, guttural, wanton sound as half his length sunk into her clasping channel.
The way her pussy massaged and constricted was sweet torture the likes of which he had never known. She was so wet and felt so good Kagan could barely stand it. Giselle had tormented him all day with her erotic scent, luscious little body, and the way she made him hard and insane. He'd only had his hand as relief for far too long. No more.
"You ARE MINE." Kagan snarled his desperate need getting the best of him.
Giselle
Giselle was conflicted, mad and incredibly horny as Kagan pushed his insanely fat cock into her aching pussy. The nearly painful possession answering the burning need that smoldered in her core. Giselle was so angry with Kagan and yet the way the man pinned her against the bed and snarled she was his made her go supernova.
When Kagan thrust home Giselle screamed out and bit down on his shoulder. He was fucking beyond enormous. Kagan just snarled as he drew back and shoved in again. Giselle couldn't help but cry out again. She'd seen his package and now felt every inch of it as he thrust into her. Her vagina was clamped so tight around him she could feel every bump that ringed his cock as it rubbed against her G-spot. Kagan was unlike any sex toy or man she'd ever known or would. Every time he stroked into her with his quickening pace he rubbed against her clit sending arcs of lightning up her spine.
Her muscles spasmed and tightened down even further around Kagan. He just roared and shoved in deeper and harder battering her womb. Giselle wrapped her legs around his narrow waist digging into his flexing ass, her nails scoring his broad back. Giselle thrust her hips up riding the knife's edge of her mounting climax.
"FUCK" She screamed out as the world exploded.
Her channel writhed uncontrollably. Giselle's back arched in a paroxysm of mind altering ecstasy. Kagan snarled as his hips slapped against her burning ass. His cock swelled throwing Giselle deeper into the inferno of heated bliss.
Kagan threw his head back and roared as an intense heat bathed her core. He lunged forward and bit into her shoulder. Liquid euphoria spread out from where his teeth locked onto her as his cock shoved balls deep. Kagan shuddered and his shaft kicked buried in her pussy, his seed bathing her womb. Giselle shrieked and her voice broke as the all consuming orgasm swirled with Kagan's strange drugging bite making her entire body convulse before blacking out.
Giselle awoke desperately needing to pee. Kagan snored peacefully next her. She couldn't help but smile despite the frustration that needled at the edge of her mind. The man was a beast in the sack, quite literally. She was incredibly sore and had the hand prints, hickeys and even a bite mark to prove it. And yet she'd never been so turned on or come so hard in her life.
"You're a sick girl Giselle." She muttered as she crawled out of bed.
Giselle exited the tent sneaking past a groggy warrior not wanting to be seen looking just fucked. When she returned from doing her business, she heard sobbing from another tent. Giselle lifted up the flap and peeked in to find Sabin curled up and shaking. She looked around not seeing Dagaa. He must be on guard. So she entered.
"What is wrong?" Giselle placed a hand on Sabin's little back.
The boy looked up and latched on to her wrapping his arms around her.
"You're okay!" He exclaimed with a stammering sob.
"Of course." Giselle replied stroking his hair.
"I heard you screaming, and I knew the Daimio was punishing you. I hate him."
"No Sabin I am fine." Giselle said as she sat gingerly beside the boy. "Do not hate him."
Giselle wanted to turn bright red. She knew why Sabin had heard her cry out. She very well couldn't explain that.
"He's keeping me prisoner." Sabin angrily retorted. "And I know he hurt you I can see it."
Giselle cursed the fact she was nude. She'd gotten way too used to it. But she couldn't tell the boy about adult matters and yet she didn't want him hating Kagan either.
"Sabin" Giselle stroked his face. "The Daimio is not really keeping you prisoner. You know what Vigdis did to your family, I know you do."
The child's face contorted in pain as he nodded reluctantly.
"Many people are afraid of Vigdis' anger. But do not worry Kagan will keep you safe." Giselle told Sabin as much as she could without letting the boy think his people had abandoned him. Neither she nor Kagan wanted that for the boy. It was hard enough losing your family so violently.
"I do not think he's any better." Sabin insisted as his hand reached out for the bite mark at the crook of her shoulder.
"Trust me. I have met both men and Daimio Kagan is fair and kind compared to Vigdis."
It was true, despite Kagan's distorted view of foreign species and probably females in general. Giselle wasn't happy about it, but the man couldn't be anything more than a product of his environment till forced to see otherwise.
Sabin looked at her suspiciously.
"Do you want me to lay here with
you till you get back to sleep?"
The child nodded so Giselle covered him in a blanket and grabbed one for herself. She curled up behind the child. Quickly he relaxed and was breathing steadily.
5 Disposition of the Army
Kagan quo Rordan
Kagan awoke alone. He was on his feet in an instant looking around then threw the tent flap open to see the breaking morning. Where was Giselle? He slept so soundly he never heard her even rouse but clearly she had run off!
Kagan paced around the perimeter of his tent not seeing any distinct tracks. Suddenly her scent captured his attention. He could follow that musky floral perfume for miles. It made his canines itch and his senses come alive.
Kagan followed her scent to Dagaa's tent. A sudden overwhelming anger lashed him. Dagaa approached and Kagan gripped the lapels of his friend's cloak.
"Why is my pet in your tent?" Kagan snarled. The thought of another warrior with his Giselle making him see red.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't tell me you can't scent her." Kagan's nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath.
"I'm just coming off patrol." Dagaa retorted shaking loose of Kagan's grasp.
Kagan threw back the tent flap to see Giselle curled behind the boy. Sabin quickly rose as light flooded the tent. Giselle sat up groggily.
"She is not going with you! " Sabin said angrily. "It is dishonorable for a warrior to abuse the weak." The boy threw Kagan's words back at him.
"Now stop." Giselle said gently to the boy as she rose up and walked out of the tent.
Everyone within several feet of them stopped what they were doing as Giselle emerged into the light of morning. Kagan stared in horror at what he had done to his little Giselle. He could still see the marks on her pale bottom from where he'd spanked her the night before. Kagan didn't think he'd struck her so hard, but obviously he had, however that was the least of it. On Giselle's hips were bruises from where he'd gripped her when he mounted her.
Giselle's breasts were marked with red welts that continued to her shoulders where she bore a deep bite mark. Kagan had lost control, so thoroughly overcome with lust he didn't even recall placing the claiming mark on her.
"What have I done!" Kagan's mind reeled at the implication of placing the conjugo mark on Giselle. That was how he scented her so easily! How was it even possible to form the bond with a foreign female?
As Kagan looked down Giselle's body cataloging the things he'd done to her, he came to the junction of her thighs. There smeared on the inside of her thigh was blood.
Kagan took a stumbling step back, the realization of all he'd done to little Giselle like a knife twisting in his gut.
Giselle
Kagan looked at Giselle like she'd grown two heads.
"I'm heading out to scout ahead." Kagan mumbled as he turned and abruptly left.
Giselle looked at the warriors standing several yards away. They had stopped what they were doing to stare at her in shock and pity. Something draped across her shoulders and she turned to see Dagaa wrapping a blanket around her with a shake of his head.
"What the hell?" Giselle wondered then she looked down at herself as she pulled the edges of the blanket closed. "No wonder." She looked like she'd been ridden hard. Giselle then saw her blood.
"Aw crap!" She exclaimed out loud.
Kagan and his overgrown cock had kick started her period. Great. No wonder the men stared at her. She highly doubted they had anything for a girl on her period.
"Stop staring!" Giselle said to the gawking men. They jumped a bit looking even more shocked that she snapped at them before going about their business.
"I will have one of the Toufik bring something for your injury." Dagaa glanced towards her crotch.
"I'm not injured. Don't your woman have a cycle?" The male looked confused. "A fertile period?" Giselle prodded and Dagaa nodded. "Well that's what's wrong with me. My people bleed."
Dagaa looked shocked and so did several other warriors who'd overheard as they packed up the tents.
"Are you sure? Many of us saw and heard." Dagaa continued.
Giselle rolled her eyes at him.
"Dagaa some girls like it rough." She said with a lowered voice so Sabin couldn't hear.
Dagaa choked his mouth agape.
Giselle giggled and wandered off to use the necessary and try to clean up before the caravan headed out.
Giselle found herself in a cargo transport with Sabin. There was no sign of Kagan all morning and now it was mid-day meal which consisted of a snack while they rode along at a fast pace. Although Kagan hadn't checked on her, numerous warriors approached with concerned looks asking if she needed anything or offering her and Sabin water or food. It was frustrating. Every man but the one that should be concerned had checked on her.
Giselle didn't even know why she was chomping at the bit to see Kagan. Just because the sex was great it didn't make up for the Cadi's distorted views. Then again...it was great sex.
"I am fine. Thank you" Giselle tried to not sound annoyed and smiled graciously at the warrior holding out a canteen of water.
"I get to take care of the manx tonight." Sabin said excitedly as he admired the passing beasts.
"And you will do a great job. So tell me what does a manx require." Giselle gave the boy a broad smile as she adjusted the overgrown cloak she'd been given. Despite Kagan's inattentiveness the child's zeal was infectious.
"You have to water and give them their meat. But watch out!" Sabin said seriously. "They are so hungry from travelling all day you have to drop their food fast and stay clear of their teeth."
"That would be a shame if they were to gobble you up." Giselle raised her arms up and loomed over Sabin baring her teeth and making a scary face. "I bet you are tasty." She teased as she moved in and tickled the boy.
"I am not manx food or Giselle food." Sabin squealed as he writhed beneath her tickling hands.
"Give up warrior I have defeated you fair and square." Giselle laughed.
Numerous warriors looked at them and Giselle wondered if she and Sabin were being too loud. Some of the men smiled, their tails flicking in amusement, so Giselle figured she and Sabin weren't being too rowdy.
Not that long ago the sight of the Cadi's long canines bared would have frightened her. Giselle had even learned that the Cadi's tails were like a barometer for their emotions, much like a cat. Unless they controlled it, the long prehensile appendage would flick back and forth according to their mood. That was perhaps the oddest thing to reconcile about these people. She wasn't judging, somewhere in human evolution her ancestors had tails too.
Sabin's little tail curled at the end which seemed to be a trait only children possessed. It swished happily as they chatted then stopped.
"Do you think I will get to stay with you?" The boy asked looking hopeful.
"I do not know." Giselle replied. She didn't want to promise something she had no control of. "I'm sure Daimio Kagan is very busy with all the warriors." Giselle gestured to the caravan of men. "I don't even know what he will do with me. I'm sure he can't bring me to war." It rankled thinking about what was going to be done with her, like a dog that needed to be kenneled.
Sabin nodded looking forlorn. Giselle sympathized whole heartedly.
"But who knows? There is no sense fretting over tomorrow and things we have no control over. We must do our best today and have courage to do the things we can. Where I am from there is a saying; A coward dies a thousand deaths, but the valiant taste of death but once."
"Wise words." Giselle turned and noticed Dagaa riding his manx beside them. "How are you two doing?"
"Well, Thank you" Giselle replied though she was a bit sore. The bite on her shoulder throbbed and her veejayjay was cramping for more than one reason, but overall she was good. "You and the rest of the men don't need to worry so much." Giselle waved her hand in dismissal of their concern. "This is nothing, unlike the time I broke my ankle during a Judo match. My oppone
nt caught me with a foot sweep and I went down hard. The pain was a reminder to be more alert in the future." Maybe she was a bit masochistic but Giselle had won the next time she competed.
"You were sparring?" Dagaa asked in surprise.
"Yes a competition with a male even." Giselle put her hand to her mouth in an 'Oh my!' expression and then couldn't help the giggle that escaped.
She'd taken up Judo in college as an elective and then had stuck with it. It was good self defense for a female since it concentrated more on the take down rather than the power of a strike. Being a young woman living on her own she figured it was a wise skill. Of course here among these giant men there'd been no possibility of defending herself.
"This is not something we do." Dagaa said and many of the other warriors listening nodded in agreement. "Warriors do not battle females even in practice."
"Well Dagaa compared to you all I may be a little female but I might just surprise you. When we camp for the night I will show you a few things unless you are afraid of little old me." Giselle taunted.
"I can see why Kagan is pulling out his hair." Dagaa chuckled with a shake of his head before riding off.
Giselle smiled. Dagaa wasn't too bad. Maybe if she could win over a few of the Cadi things here might be bearable.
"So Sabin how about you teach me more of the Toufik hand gestures." Giselle asked.
Kagan quo Rordan
Kagan rode at the front of the caravan in silence as images of Giselle's marred body assailed him. He had lost his head. She worked her way so deep beneath his skin he didn't know up from down. Kagan hadn't even recalled biting her in the heat of the moment much less treating her so roughly. That was not like him, he didn't even lose his head in the midst of battle.
Kagan's mind kept circling back to the conjugo mark he'd placed on Giselle's shoulder. She was not Cadi nor would his people recognize her as such. Their species probably weren't even compatible, and yet the bond felt complete. What had he done?
Dagaa rode up beside him and they sat in silence for a long while.
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