Watching... Waiting... Yearning...

The raven haired woman stands scantily clad outside the city kennels in Treve. She is thoughtful and her eyes are glowing white fire. The iridescent glow from behind eyes a mirror of the beast inside the slave, begging to be released.
She rolls her head from side to side. The curls cascade around her shoulders wantonly, cloaking her with their greedy shadows. The woman is hot and restless. She runs hands rampantly over the soft swell of ripe breasts, a lush mouth parts forming an ‘’O’’ as if she has been thirsty her whole life.

She is thirsty. Thirsty for him.

The slave touches herself shamelessly; a tapered nail grazes across the expanse of sun-kissed breasts, flicking nipples into hardened points of arousal. Her pink tongue sneaks out to coat dry lips with a film of moisture. All she can think about is pleasuring the man in every way possible.

Deep, dark sinful throbbing pleasures...

The instant her eyes caught his, an excitement shot through her plunging her out of control. Her body starting to tremble, breathing in fast guttural panting. She was instantly primed for his pleasure, aroused at the prospect of being used by him, ready as if she were open and oiled for sex.

She watched him wondering why he'd never tried to have sex with her. Rape had been one of her greatest fears in the beginning when coming to the City. The many Warriors were widely known as raiders of villages, plunderers of virgins and unmerciful Masters of slaves. She'd been terrified, sure he was going to force her, bend and break her to his will. Yet she found herself almost untouched in the haven of the kennels. She had been terrified of being slave raped, but now being used, taken consumed for his pleasure was all she could think about.

"You looking for me slave?" came a deep voice from behind her. Not realizing that she had walked across the clearing and was now standing to the left before him. I turned my eyes to him. I looked up at him helpless, a slave in heat. He was large strong and dominant. "Master" I said. ''Slave'' he said. She wanted the Master in front of her. For all his brutality and merciless, she trusted him instinctually and wanted to surrender herself completely.

He ran his hand over a chiseled jaw, deep in thought. Then his chest expanded, frowning down at the slave. "Don't make me go Master," she whispered. Her hand reached out to touch him, fearing the rejection she pulled back, then only to reach out once more
When he cursed and pulled her closer, she exhaled in relief, assuming that was yes, and stay for now.
The slave was pulled roughly to his side. She nestled against his strength and got in close her heart pounding in her chest, the blood pounding through her veins, alive and burning beside him. She lifted her face. He looked down at her with potency, warmth filled his eyes.

And then it happened suddenly and without warning: He picked her up, pulling the woman onto his lap. He kissed her. It was just the slightest movement of his mouth, but she felt it all the way to her core. His lips were astonishingly soft except for where the upper lip was slightly hardened from the winds and flying tarns in the evening sky. When he kissed her again, she honored him by moaning into the kiss as he commanded and conquered her mouth.

He ravaged his way across her mouth with rough brushings of lips tongue and teeth, teasingly summoning carnal moans and purrs. He kissed her then sweetly and with care, he tasted like a gift from the gods, delicious. The contact between them, rough and soft was enough to have her aching and begging for more.

He turned her around and drew her against his body. With slow sweeps he ran his hands up and down the curves of her waist and hips, pulling and ripping at the snug black camisk When she arched her body and growled in heat, he could see the tips of her breasts full and swollen with desire. The glimpse of slave heat from under the torn black fabric made him want to touch her there. She was open and wet. He growled deeply as he knew he could take the woman completely, she was at his mercy. What man didn’t want to have a hot wet panting slave in his arms. The slave was now his conquest.

He moved his hands over her rib cage, feeling up the pattern of delicate bones until his palms enveloped her full breasts. Her head fell back, hair trailing to the floor and her mouth parted. She opened for him like that, spreading thighs wide and then wider revealing the slave and woman she was. His instinct to get inside of her and take what was on offer, was felt deep and hard.
Grabbing her hips and pulling her hard into his thighs. He ground his teeth at the feel of her ass against that stiff serpent straining to break from its confines.

Jordan looked at him with feminine expectation, her eyes saying everything he needed to know, as he picked her up and cradling the woman in his arms headed for the alcoves and furs in the tavern close by. She looked at his face while he carried her across the room. Adoration, desire emitting her eyes as his eyes, dark and raging like Thassa, narrowed into slits, a dark, erotic greed glittering in their depths.

He dropped her roughly onto the furs and looked down at her body, the girl had the feeling that he was going to eat her alive. She lay there, camisk torn, long hair tousled, heat swollen. She panting breathless with the close proximity and knowledge of what was to come. Waiting she watched him.

He stood there idly looking at the slave. "Arch your back for me," he demanded. The girl moaned deeply as she obeyed. "Arch your back, deeper slut." Defenseless she did as he commanded, craning her body off the furs as her hips taking on a life of their own began to undulate a slow erotic ebb and flow. As she moved on the furs, she glanced at him. His erection gave a mighty twitch as he began to unbuckle his pants.

With belt in hand, he held it before her. The slaves eyes went wide in fear, fear mixed with arousal, a heady perfume escaped from the beast running down the inside of her thighs. He reached down and brushed the belt against the slave’s cunt, slapping it gently before saying. "I want this in my mouth." A delicious greed of her own took root and made her growl and attempt to sit up and touch him, wanting him so bad. "Please Master—"

"Be Quiet’’ His joined the woman on the plush furs, taking his belt and binding her wrists above her head. He slipped a knuckle between her lips, allowing her to lick and taste before he took it out and let it travel in between her breasts and down her stomach. He stopped when he got to her heat. His forefingers, primed, touched the slave at the entrance of the glistening hole. He paused. He watched her reactions, amused to have the lovely creature under his power. "Please don’t stop Master," she begged and moaned, writhing like an animal on the furs.

He didn't. He went lower until he brushed the flat of his hand across the slaves hot cunt lips. She bit down hard on her lip and cried out passionately. Wanting to touch his body, but restrained to only feel him with her eyes, that huge, warrior frame with all that stark, hard muscle. Priest Kings above… She was so ready for him. "Master—" "I'm going to eat you slave. With his free hand he rubbed his lips in anticipation, as if he were imagining the tasting. "You surrender to my will?"
"Yes… Master, I submit”. He smiled for the first time as he stroked her dripping slit.
"Spread your legs woman. I want to see you, see what I will possess as mine."

A nervous flush came over her. He shook his head and laughed crudely. “It’s too late slave. Show me’’
"Show your Master." Slowly she lifted up her knees, spreading them gradually like hot melting butter, opening wide for his absolute pleasure, revealing herself to him.
His face ignited with urgency, the urge to plunge himself into the soft wet walls of the slaves heat, "Mine’’ he whispered. The roughness draining out of him.
”You're… beautiful."
”Use me, my Master"
"please—"

…. And that’s when jordan woke up from the dream and found herself alone and in the City kennle, the smell of burnt slave gruel singeing nostrils… well a slave can dream right?

*smiles softly as she leaves quietly, fading into the background just another City slave*