Giselle's spirited outburst in the bath confounded him even further. As the Daimio of the Vidya Cadi, Kagan had become accustomed to a certain level of respect. He certainly hadn't expected it from something so small. Then again the way her eyes flashed defiantly at the auction probably should've clued him in that Giselle wasn't a meek pet. Kagan was glad she wasn't terrified after being with Vigdis for the last few days. Unfortunately he had to lay down the law.
But instead of crying out as she was chastised, like a Cadi female would, Giselle took her punishment nearly silently. Granted he only swatted her the way he might a large child but still it was sufficient to get his point across. Perhaps the little female was a warrior like the marking on her back implied.
In the bath she had stared at his shaft and Kagan had to repress what it did to him. Even now as Giselle squirmed on his lap, he found it hard to ignore her comely shape. Kagan stared at her full bottom, the red marks from his hand a contrast on her pale skin. Between the full globes of her wobbling cheeks Kagan caught view of her woman's place and he found himself inexplicably growing stiff again.
A sweet musky scent drew his attention. The female was aroused! Impossible.
His reprimand of her bare flesh was making the female ready to mate. Cadi females would never respond in such a way, in fact it took lots of coaxing to entice a Cadi woman, certainly not a heavy hand.
Surely it wasn't so. Kagan tried to tell himself that he wanted to look at her body so that he might know when she was hearty and whole or not. But that was a lie.
Giselle was petite, but he was tantalized, compelled to explore her as he would a woman of his own race. Her delicious scent beckoned him to discover the source. Kagan turned Giselle over and was pleased she didn't object. He knew she fought being his pet, but she had apparently given up that fight for the moment.
Kagan tested the weight of Giselle's breasts. He strummed the little stiff nipples amazed at how responsive they were when touched. He then worked down her body admiring the soft curves. Giselle was not hard and lithe like Cadi women. He liked the supple softness of her stomach and the curve of her waist. The full flesh of her hips and bottom seemed made for a male to grip and hold on to.
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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.
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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.