After a longer while, Blackmane comes to me. I have expected his arrival and composed myself for what is inevitably coming next. I have much practice at being told I am terrible. I wonder how he will tell me. Will he yell? Will he curse? Will he perhaps attempt to beat me? Anything is possible. I have slain many of his underlings, but he did not know their names. Today I went for one with a name.
I do not want to look at him, but I force myself to do so because I want to remember what he looks like once we are separated. He has been an interesting interlude in my life. I think I will always remember him as the first male who tried to mate me and I did not kill. Sweet, treasured memories abound.
“I need to speak with you,” he says very grimly and quite formally. I already know what he is going to say. I just don’t want to hear him say it. So I say it instead.
“You’re letting them take me.”
“I am not,” he growls. “Why would you think such a thing?”
“Because of the…” I make a stabbing motion with my fist.
“I am not pleased with you, Astaria. Your behavior has been beyond bad, and believe me when I tell you that you will atone. But you are not leaving my possession.”
“Ah, they haven’t offered you enough money yet. You’re holding out. Very smart. Good idea.”
“I am not…” he sighs. “You are an absolutely infuriating little thing, do you know that?”
“I know. Practically unlovable in every way.”
“Exceptionally lovable, actually, though inexplicably,” he grunts almost to himself. I am not so mad that I take that for any declaration of actual love. I may be the sort to stab someone just to watch them bleed, but I know when someone is speaking figuratively.
“I heard what they said. They want to breed me for warriors.”
“Yes.”
“And they think giving me a sword was a good idea.”
“Yes,” Blackmane says again.
“They're kind of stupid, huh?”
“Very,” he deadpans.
“Are you intending on letting them off the ship?”
“Not at all,” he chuckles. He and I are more of the same mind than I ever dared imagine. “They come here, take me for a fool, treat you like a…” He seems lost for words. “They may have saved Redpelt, but that is the only thing that has endeared them to me in any way.”
“I am sorry,” I say. “About Redpelt. I should have stabbed another one of them rather than him.”
“You will be sorry,” Blackmane tells me. “Truly, you will be the sorriest little human hybrid that ever existed.”
I try not to giggle with excitement but fail.
“Laugh while you can, Astaria. What I have in mind for you is not going to amuse you. I can promise you that.”
All his threats do is excite me. He can hurt me as much as he likes as far as I am concerned, as long as he keeps me. I want so badly, suddenly, to be kept. Strange. So strange that I do not entirely understand it.
I’m not the only one who feels the energy. Blackmane is growling and grunting in that animal way he does when his cock is hard and his need to be inside me is greater than any other need.
He tears the dress he insisted I put on into pieces and pushes me down on the cell bed on my hands and knees. A blade or two goes clattering to the floor. He kicks them aside, palming my ass and spreading me open.
“You’re wet,” he says in accusatory tones. “You like causing chaos, don’t you. It makes you wet.”
“It makes me absolutely soaked.”
His cock splits me open, a harsh thrust going almost to the very core of me. He was careful with me, once. He’s not careful anymore. He’s harsh and he’s stern. He doesn’t speak so much as he snarls and growls, pushing himself all the way inside me, making my pussy take him a little deeper every second.
I could cry out and beg for mercy, but only so he’d enjoy it more. I don’t want his mercy. I want his roughness. I crave his harshness. I want my pussy to ache. I want him to make me sore, and perhaps even sorry.
Blackmane pulls free of my cunt, all the way out to the rough tip of his cock. There is a brief moment in which I am empty and open, displayed and dominated. Then he is back inside me, fucking me harshly, giving me what I wanted.
“You killed so I’d punish you, didn’t you.”
“Yes,” I admit.
He pulls his cock free and instead of his dick I get a swift slap across my pussy, a punishing finger lashing that stings me terribly and gets me that much closer to coming.
“Ow!”
“Don’t pretend this hurts, you filthy little brat,” he growls. “I shouldn’t be fucking you. I should be punishing you. I should be…”