The Warrior's Pet(25)

"You do what you must." Giselle said unaffected then turned back around and watched the passing landscape without another word.



Giselle

Giselle found herself frustrated with Kagan. He was kind and yet domineering. She could believe he was the leader of this band of warriors. He seemed the military type demanding order and respect according to his rank. Giselle understood and yet didn't agree with half of it. His warriors spoke in hushed tones like she did. It was such a double standard.

Giselle couldn't think of much besides how mad the situation made her and her impending punishment. Of course that made her even more unnerved. She was a bit worried Kagan would be harsh with her to set an example. A part of her couldn't resist thinking about his big hand smacking against her bare behind. It was unsettling how it pissed her off and turned her on all at the same time. It didn't help that Giselle's naked back was pressed into Kagan's warm bare chest or that his arm was banded around her middle, his hand practically cupping her breast.

Giselle looked out at the alien world hoping to distract her wayward thoughts. They had recently broken through another dense section of forest. The trees and brush had been so dense that the light barely reached them. Despite the overgrown route that seemed rarely used the striped manx wove rapidly and with ease over the rocky terrain.

Now that they emerged the scenery looked more like marsh land, the mountains that flanked them further off than before. The sky was still a violet color with clouds much like earth. There was a single sun that was larger than back home but the climate was a bit too chilly. Perhaps it was just the season, Giselle didn't know.

Giselle shivered and Kagan pulled her closer, his hand brushing against her nipple making it stand at attention.

"Ugh." Giselle practically groaned her mind again returning to thoughts of Kagan's hands and mouth on her body. "Get your mind out of the gutter!" Giselle admonished herself as she yawned.



Erotic thoughts of a wet mouth and fingers teasing her pussy assailed Giselle. A hard body pinned her. She moaned Kagan's name as her fingers flexed against his firm muscular chest.

Giselle paused drowsily coming to and found her mouth pressed against the flesh of Kagan's chest. Her lips frozen in their open mouth exploration. Giselle realized with dawning embarrassment that she'd been acting out her naughty dream. Kagan must have turned her to face him while she slept. As Giselle noted how her legs were draped around Kagan's waist she felt the massive shaft trapped between her naked body and his stomach. He was so hard and large his cock had shoved his kilt out of the way. As the manx moved Kagan's shaft rocked against her weft cleft and ground into her clit. The knots on his shaft sliding against her slit make Giselle practically moan.

Kagan gripped her behind and Giselle didn't know if he meant to halt the delicious friction or hold her close for more. Giselle looked up to see the man staring stoically forward. The only tell that he was having a hard time was the tick in the muscle of his jaw.

Giselle closed her eyes as the manx moved a certain way and every nerve in her clit was set alight as she rubbed along Kagan's length. Her pussy spasmed and Giselle couldn't help but tighten her legs around Kagan's waist, her heels digging into his hips.

A pair of warriors approached and Giselle flushed red, glad they couldn't see what was going on beneath the blanket wrapped around her. Giselle tucked her head so they couldn't see the way her face contorted each time she rubbed against Kagan.

"It looks like you bring me bad news." Kagan's chest rumbled as he spoke to the men and it really didn't help matters any as it vibrated his cock.

Giselle did her best not to squeak from the erotic shock.

"The village won't take the boy, just like the others." One man reported.

"News travels fast and apparently they don't want to incur Vigdis' wrath by taking in a boy from the burned village." Added the second.

Giselle suddenly went cold. She had not realized Sabin was from the village Vigdis had burned. The boy hadn't spoken of it. Misguided as it was, he was still loyal to his people and the tyrannical leader.

"Oh how awful." Giselle thought.

She couldn't believe a child suffered so much at the hands of his own people and the fact they refused to take Sabin in was worse. He was a child.

"Say nothing. I won't have the boy crushed because his people are cowardly. Those harsh lessons will come soon enough." Kagan shook his head in disgust.

"So we take the boy with us as a prisoner?" One of the warriors inquired.

"As far as Sabin knows. But I want him treated as any child of my people would be, understand."

"Yes Daimio." The two said in unison before departing.

Giselle felt terrible for Sabin, and yet she was also impressed by Kagan. The fact that he'd rather have the child hate him than crush Sabin with the awful truth proved that the man had a soft side.