by James, Delta
He shrugged his shoulders. “I told you to stay where I could see you. You disobeyed me. When you disobey me, you will get spanked. As for the latter, I could smell your arousal as could have others. The best way to disguise that enticing aroma is to mingle it with my own. So, for your safety, I bred you.”
“That is such bullshit, Drake.”
He nodded. “But you enjoyed it nonetheless. Now, are you going to obey me this time? Perhaps I should see that you are in a more obedient frame of mind and your scent disguised before we leave,” he said, pulling her closer so that she could feel his increasing need for her.
Raegan had a fairly good idea of how he planned to accomplish that. “I don’t need a spanking.”
He grinned before running one of his fingers between her ass cheeks and teasing her bottom hole.
“That wasn’t what I had in mind.”
Raegan felt her body respond to his fondling and understanding what it was he had in mind.
Before she could say anything, he turned her toward their bedroom and swatted her behind. “Go get into position, Raegan. If I’m taking you with me, I will have you in the right frame of mind to obey me and will have your scent mingled with that of mine.”
Raegan blushed. It still embarrassed her that she didn’t find having her ass fucked to be something she hated. Drake’s cock was large and always stretched her back entrance when he chose to use her that way, but the pain was fleeting and the way it made her feel was intoxicating. He was correct in that it did put her in a far more submissive and obedient mind set, but as he usually scent marked her when he did so, she also felt loved and protected. No longer did he just spray her with his cum and allow it to dry on her skin. Instead, he rubbed it into her skin, ensuring that his scent lingered with her for several days. Raegan found that she liked his musky scent.
* * *
Drake watched her go to their bedroom, removing her clothing as she went. Watching the gentle sway of her hips, Drake’s cock and his resolve both hardened as he followed her. He entered their bedroom to find her in position on their bed, relaxed and aroused. He could both see and smell it.
If he was being honest, spanking her might have worked just as well, but he had a need to make her feel submissive to him and the aroma of her own fragrance mixed with his scent was intoxicating. Spanking her worked well for punishing her or reminding her to do as he told her to avoid being punished. But he’d found that taking her ass reinforced that he was dominant and allowed him to mark her with his scent, which if they were going out in the wilds of the Olympic Forest wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
He opened the fly of his pants and freed his cock. He climbed up on the bed beside her and reached between her legs to stroke her pussy. He grinned. She was soaked. His Chosen One was easily aroused and her responsiveness never disappointed him. He thrust his fingers in and out of her, causing her to moan with need. He continued fingering her until he felt her pussy clamp down on his digits and felt her release her own essence onto them. He moved his hand from between her legs and coated his cock with her natural lubricant. He reached into her again to bring some up to her back entrance to make it easier for her.
Drake reached under her to tug at her stiff nipples as he positioned himself behind her. He guided his cock to her bottom hole and prepared to enter her.
“Good girl, Raegan. You’ve learned to relax and accept that I will breach your bottom hole whenever I choose. I don’t think you mind it as much as you’d like me to think.”
“Drake, I...” She inhaled sharply as he began to surge forward into her, stretching the tight ring of muscle to its maximum capacity.
Having seated himself deep inside her, Drake took a stronger hold of her and began to thrust within her at a leisurely pace, enjoying the sensation of the strong grip her dark channel had on his staff. He could feel the barbs softly scraping her and knew that would only increase her response to his fucking her.
Raegan began to breathe erratically as her body sped toward another climax. One of the reasons he liked to finger her to a climax before taking her ass was that it seemed to increase the intensity of each orgasm, as well as how quickly she would experience them. Raegan cried out as she came again and Drake felt his own climax rapidly approaching.
“Come, my concubine,” he said, increasing the speed with which he fucked her ass. “Come and show your Protector your submission to his need to take your dark channel. Show me how much you want to feel me spend myself in you before marking you with my scent.”
He felt her almost instantaneous response as her body succumbed to his dominance. Raegan climaxed as she cried out for him, and he began to pump his cum deep in her hole before dragging himself out to cover her back and buttocks with his essence. Raegan gasped for breath as he pumped his cock to ensure she was well covered.
Drake rubbed some of his cum in and around her vulva before massaging the rest into her back and buttocks as she collapsed onto the mattress as he did so. When he had finished, he lay down next to her.
“Do you have any idea how much you please me?” he asked.
She smiled at him but said nothing.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “They have no idea the jewel they gave up when they selected you as my tribute. You are worth far more than any protection I may ever provide to them.”
She reached out to caress his cheek. “And you’re taking me with you to the peninsula?”
He swatted her rump and she yelped. “Yes, my Chosen One, we will try your suggestion to gather our own foxglove. But I warn you to mind me lest you finally manage to earn yourself a welting from my strap.” He waited to see if she would make a protest and was glad to see that, wisely, she chose to remain quiet. “All right then, get dressed. While you’re doing that, I’ll gather the things we need. You’ll need to wear gloves and a mask to ensure none of the toxins from the plant are able to enter your system. When we get back, you will drop your clothing in the elevator and come take a shower. Clear?”
“Yes. But don’t you think you’re being just a wee bit overprotective?”
“Where your safety is concerned, there is no such thing as overprotective.” He swatted her rump a second time but with more affection than anything else. “Get a move on.”
* * *
Drake rose from the bed and headed into his lab and their pantry to get what he required. By the time he was ready, so was Raegan. They went up to the deck, Drake shifted, and Raegan climbed up on his back. He activated the opening and stepped off the landing. There was a great thrill as he plummeted down before spreading his wings to catch the air and climb back high in the sky. Drake banked around so that they were headed toward their destination.
Raegan loved flying with him. There was something somehow thrilling and comforting in doing so. To take flight and leave their earthly bounds was an almost indescribable feeling and yet she did so knowing that Drake had allowed her to experience it without any fear whatsoever. She even delighted in flying in the rain or the damp low-lying fog.
Drake flew over a clearing several times before landing dead center. He had taught Raegan to stay on his back until he extended his foreleg for her to use to get down. He stood and sniffed the air. Raegan did as well but couldn’t detect anything but the fresh air and rich earth beneath them. Her sense of smell was far inferior to his. Finally, he indicated that she could dismount and she did. She reached into the duffle, removed a pair of pants, and handed them to him as he shifted back to human.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she said with wonder.
“It was once a national forest so it didn’t take much for it to revert to being completely wild. I can smell the foxglove this way.”
“Are there any wild herbs or onions growing nearby?”
“Probably. Once we have the foxglove we need, if there is time before it gets too dark, we can search for them.”
“Or,” she offered, “you could get the foxglove and I could search for the herbs and other
edibles that I might find.”
“And you would do that how without leaving my side?” He shook his head. “Perhaps I needed to make you feel the sting of a spanking to go with getting your ass fucked before bringing you with me. Or maybe I should have just left you home.”
“No, Drake. I’ll be good.”
“Remember what I said, Raegan. Chosen One or not, you disobey me while we’re out, and I’ll take my strap to you when we get home.”
“That’s not what you usually want when you get us back to the deck,” she said, smiling seductively.
They both had found flying to be incredibly arousing. Most times as he shifted once they were back safely in their fortress high above the ground, either he would bend her over the bench that banked the entire outer portion of the deck, or she would do it, offering herself to him. Usually the coupling was swift and satisfying. Truth be told, Raegan still liked it best when he impaled her on his cock as he sat on their bed before feeding her by hand.
Before she’d come into estrous, when they would finish their meal, he would lift her off his cock before putting her into position and breeding her. Since that time, most often he simply rocked her backwards so that he remained inside her and fucked her on her back face to face.
They walked close together with Raegan employing a mask and gloves to keep her safe from any spores that she might inhale or get on her skin. Drake had insisted she wear long sleeves gathered at the wrist that she could pull her gloves over and pants that could be tucked into her boots. And yet all he had on was a pair of pants. She understood the reasoning, but preferred when they would be on the deck at the top of the Needle and she could be scantily dressed.
The foxglove seemed be abundant and easily harvested. She didn’t understand why they needed so much but knew it had to do something with the spores and how they became distributed in the wild. They found an abundance of not only herbs to be used for seasoning, but those that could be compounded into medicines.
“You’re getting very good at making salves and tonics that are good for what ails people,” Drake said.
“I enjoy it and I like knowing we have what we need.”
“I think you could make more and we could use it to trade for other things that we need or may need down the line.”
They hadn’t really discussed if either of them felt she might have conceived during the rut. She knew they both wanted it, but it was still too early to tell or for him to try to bring her into estrous again.
“I found boxes of small glass and ceramic jars. I could put my medicines in them and label them so it would be easy for others to store and use.”
“I think that’s a good idea. When we get home, we can clear an area of the lab and set up a dedicated space for you to work on your medicines.”
“You’ll share your lab with me?” she asked, touched by his suggestion.
He turned to look at her. “I would have you share everything with me. I would see you happy.”
“Then for the record, spanking does not make me happy.”
He chuckled. “No, but it makes you aroused and the sex that comes after it always puts you in a better mood.”
She rolled her eyes but wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his head down for a kiss. “Being with you makes me happy.”
His eyes softened. “And you have made everything in my life better. You are my Chosen One and I would choose you again and again over and above all others.”
She felt tears behind her eyes. “You were not my chosen one. In fact, I wanted nothing at all to do with you.”
He laughed. “I recall. It hasn’t been that long ago.”
“I was a fool,” she said quietly. “I choose you for as long as you’ll have me.”
His swift, sharp, staccato connection of his hand to her rump caused her to yelp.
“Shit, Drake!”
“You do not question my commitment to you. For the record, I will continue to choose you, fuck you, and spank you until the end of your days.”
“And breed me?” she asking teasingly. “Will you call me into estrous and rut with me?”
He chuckled. “As often as I can. I think the Chosen One likes being rutted.”
“She does indeed. There’s something very primal about it, yet intimate.”
He nodded. “I feel the same way... with you. I want you to know, it never felt that way with the others. With them, I was merely trying to accomplish a goal. With you, it was as necessary as breathing—a way to bind you to me for all eternity.”
“When I’m gone, will you try again with another?” she asked, afraid of his answer.
He lifted her chin and kissed her deeply before saying, “There will never be another; you are my first, last, and only mate.”
She clung to him and drank his kisses as he caressed her back and buttocks and held her close.
They finally went back to gathering what they needed. They were almost finished when Drake motioned to her to be silent and still. She could hear it too: something or more accurately a group of somethings moving toward them. Drake shifted quickly, grasped her in his claws, and flew into the treetops. He deftly dropped her into what appeared to be a long-abandoned nest of some sort. He flew to the other side of the clearing before attracting the attention of the creatures that had emerged from the forest.
Raegan had heard stories about the monsters that had tried to overrun the Sanctuary many years ago when Drake had withdrawn his protection. From the accounts she had heard and read, it would appear these were the same type of beings.
They were a kind of morphed, grotesque cross between a bear and a gorilla. They had the longer arms and v-shaped body of the gorilla with powerful paws with sharp claws on all four of their limbs. The forelegs were much longer than a bear’s and the creatures walked mostly upright. The group of them danced on their rear legs and made threatening gestures to Drake. It seemed to Raegan that they knew who and what he was. To her horror he descended into the clearing and landed before shifting.
The leader of the creatures came forward. “You are the one they call the Protector.”
Drake nodded. “I am. What do you want? Why are you challenging me?”
“Many years ago, you killed my father and denied us the right of conquest to the Sanctuary and the women that can be found there.”
“The Sanctuary is within my protected territory.”
“And you are within ours,” accused the creature.
“The outer lands have no territories.”
“We have hunted these grounds since the great virus spread across the world.”
“But not exclusively,” said Drake. “There is plenty of evidence and tracks that say this place is not yours alone.”
“Why do you come here?”
“I came to harvest plants I need for my studies. If you withdraw, so will I. I see no need for bloodshed.”
The mob began to beat on their chests.
“My people see it differently. You have harmed us before and will do so again. If I do not kill you then I will be seen as weak and either be killed or banished.”
“Not my problem,” said Drake.
“I am making it your problem,” the thing said as it charged Drake.
Drake stepped aside and then kicked the thing in the ass as it went past him, sending it sprawling onto its face in the dirt.
Raegan watched in a kind of terrified fascination as the leader of the group of mutants came at Drake time and again. Each time, Drake was able to sidestep the charge and send his attacker face-first into the ground.
Drake’s focus on his opponent was concentrated. Raegan was certain he was unaware that the pack that had emerged from the woods was slowly but surely encircling him. She looked around her at what she might utilize as a weapon. There were some sharp sticks in the nest, but they were brittle and would be of little help. Raegan had noticed the stench of the thing when Drake dropped her there and was certain that he thought it would help hide her scent. She look
ed through the debris in the floor of the nest and found nothing useful, tossing and discarding things as she came across them.
Suddenly, something from all of her reading came to the forefront of her thinking. She searched back through the things she had discarded and found it—a magnifying glass. The sun was high overhead. She brought together a small pile of twigs, moss, and what appeared to be manure. She gathered them together and then focused the glass on them with the sun directly overhead. Raegan glanced over her shoulder to see that the mutants almost had Drake surrounded. They had closed in enough that even if he shifted, he wouldn’t be able to take flight.
“Please, please, please,” she prayed to no one in particular.
A bit of moss ignited and she blew on it to fan the flame. Too much breath... it went out. Raegan covered the pile in more loosely placed moss, making sure there was enough air underneath it to feed the spark if she could get it to ignite again. She peered over the edge of the nest again and one caught the eye of one of the mutants.
“Female!” it screeched, causing all below to lose focus.
“No!” screamed Drake as he shifted.
* * *
Drake shifted and realized he didn’t have enough space to take off and get to her. What had she been thinking? He roared and began to slash at those who tried to contain him. He focused on his own survival because he knew if he did not make it out alive, neither would she.
* * *
Raegan tried to ignore what was going on below and focused on getting the pile before her to burn. She could feel the tree bending and shaking as more than one of the mutants began to climb. A spark ignited and she blew gently on it, giving it more oxygen with which to burn.
The things from below were getting closer and her perch was swaying more violently. She took one of the branches from outside the nest and wrapped it in moss and strips of the shirt she had worn. Raegan fanned the now brightly burning pile and then plunged her makeshift torch into it. The moss and rags began to burn in earnest just as one of the monsters came up next to the nest and made a grab for her.
