Giselle awoke desperately needing to pee. Kagan snored peacefully next her. She couldn't help but smile despite the frustration that needled at the edge of her mind. The man was a beast in the sack, quite literally. She was incredibly sore and had the hand prints, hickeys and even a bite mark to prove it. And yet she'd never been so turned on or come so hard in her life.
"You're a sick girl Giselle." She muttered as she crawled out of bed.
Giselle exited the tent sneaking past a groggy warrior not wanting to be seen looking just fucked. When she returned from doing her business, she heard sobbing from another tent. Giselle lifted up the flap and peeked in to find Sabin curled up and shaking. She looked around not seeing Dagaa. He must be on guard. So she entered.
"What is wrong?" Giselle placed a hand on Sabin's little back.
The boy looked up and latched on to her wrapping his arms around her.
"You're okay!" He exclaimed with a stammering sob.
"Of course." Giselle replied stroking his hair.
"I heard you screaming, and I knew the Daimio was punishing you. I hate him."
"No Sabin I am fine." Giselle said as she sat gingerly beside the boy. "Do not hate him."
Giselle wanted to turn bright red. She knew why Sabin had heard her cry out. She very well couldn't explain that.
"He's keeping me prisoner." Sabin angrily retorted. "And I know he hurt you I can see it."
Giselle cursed the fact she was nude. She'd gotten way too used to it. But she couldn't tell the boy about adult matters and yet she didn't want him hating Kagan either.
"Sabin" Giselle stroked his face. "The Daimio is not really keeping you prisoner. You know what Vigdis did to your family, I know you do."
The child's face contorted in pain as he nodded reluctantly.
"Many people are afraid of Vigdis' anger. But do not worry Kagan will keep you safe." Giselle told Sabin as much as she could without letting the boy think his people had abandoned him. Neither she nor Kagan wanted that for the boy. It was hard enough losing your family so violently.
"I do not think he's any better." Sabin insisted as his hand reached out for the bite mark at the crook of her shoulder.
"Trust me. I have met both men and Daimio Kagan is fair and kind compared to Vigdis."
It was true, despite Kagan's distorted view of foreign species and probably females in general. Giselle wasn't happy about it, but the man couldn't be anything more than a product of his environment till forced to see otherwise.
Sabin looked at her suspiciously.
"Do you want me to lay here with you till you get back to sleep?"
The child nodded so Giselle covered him in a blanket and grabbed one for herself. She curled up behind the child. Quickly he relaxed and was breathing steadily.
5 Disposition of the Army
Kagan quo Rordan
Kagan awoke alone. He was on his feet in an instant looking around then threw the tent flap open to see the breaking morning. Where was Giselle? He slept so soundly he never heard her even rouse but clearly she had run off!
Kagan paced around the perimeter of his tent not seeing any distinct tracks. Suddenly her scent captured his attention. He could follow that musky floral perfume for miles. It made his canines itch and his senses come alive.
Kagan followed her scent to Dagaa's tent. A sudden overwhelming anger lashed him. Dagaa approached and Kagan gripped the lapels of his friend's cloak.
"Why is my pet in your tent?" Kagan snarled. The thought of another warrior with his Giselle making him see red.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't tell me you can't scent her." Kagan's nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath.
"I'm just coming off patrol." Dagaa retorted shaking loose of Kagan's grasp.
Kagan threw back the tent flap to see Giselle curled behind the boy. Sabin quickly rose as light flooded the tent. Giselle sat up groggily.
"She is not going with you! " Sabin said angrily. "It is dishonorable for a warrior to abuse the weak." The boy threw Kagan's words back at him.
"Now stop." Giselle said gently to the boy as she rose up and walked out of the tent.
Everyone within several feet of them stopped what they were doing as Giselle emerged into the light of morning. Kagan stared in horror at what he had done to his little Giselle. He could still see the marks on her pale bottom from where he'd spanked her the night before. Kagan didn't think he'd struck her so hard, but obviously he had, however that was the least of it. On Giselle's hips were bruises from where he'd gripped her when he mounted her.
Giselle's breasts were marked with red welts that continued to her shoulders where she bore a deep bite mark. Kagan had lost control, so thoroughly overcome with lust he didn't even recall placing the claiming mark on her.