The Warrior's Pet(31)

Kagan nodded. Dagaa was right. The Toufik were silent by nature and amenable chattel given their circumstance. It was not ideal conditions for the race but only the cruel would abuse the good nature'd hairy people, and the symbiosis with the Cadi was better than extinction.

"It would seem to me that your pet is unlike the Toufik." Dagaa continued. "She cannot communicate her needs silently with her hands as they do. We have let the fact that our chattel and the few pets that have come planet side can't speak become custom because it's the norm, but it truly isn't law. There are and should be exceptions to the norm. Besides last night Giselle has not raised her voice enough to attract unwanted attention to our camp, so I do not see that her speech alone merits rebuke."

Kagan nodded. He was somehow relieved that his friend understood the problem at hand but was willing to approach it so openly and leniently. He was giving Kagan an out, a way to give Giselle her voice.

"You are Daimio of Vidya Cadi, we respect your judgment." Dagaa added seeing his relief.

"Thank you for your perspective and understanding." Kagan replied.

Kagan was glad he had Dagaa's support. He was a good man, a quality Kagan felt he himself lacked today. He could not ignore the fact he'd brutalized the small female, someone who depended on his care.

"Perhaps it would be best if Jeezelle stayed with you. She seems to be good for Sabin and they keep each other occupied." Kagan suggested.

"If that is what you wish I will not argue. You were rough with the female. I heard her cries last night and I know the men question that more than anything." Dagaa said with a grim shake of his head.

"I know." Was all Kagan could reply. He found it hard to admit the little female did something to him, even to his best friend.

"However as much as I don't understand it, Giselle seems fine. She's in better spirits than you." Dagaa chuckled. "She has said many amusing and strange things."

"I know believe me." Kagan smirked.

Kagan didn't find anything funny about his treatment of Giselle but it was good to know she was in a better mood than he was. He could only imagine what she had said to Dagaa but if it was anything like what she said to him, it would be enlightening.

"This morning after you stalked off that delicate female informed me that she likes it rough. If you can believe that about a female." Dagaa said with a shake of his head.

Kagan knew only too well. Both times he'd chastised Giselle she'd been angry but also aroused, and far from contrite. It was a surprise though that she admitted as much. But be that as it may it did not excuse the way he'd lost control harming her the way he did.

"She said the blood was from her female cycle and apparently your little warrior used to spar at home, with males even." Dagaa continued relating Giselle's bizarre qualities. "She also suggested she might show us."

Kagan didn't know if he believed Giselle was bleeding because of a fertile period. He didn't know how her species was, but Cadi woman didn't bleed like that. He had known as he stretched her channel that he needed to be gentle, and even that was foolish considering how tight Giselle had sheathed him. But she pushed him over the edge in so many ways that he lost all sense, turning into nothing more than a rutting animal.

Now the part about Giselle fighting seemed right in line with everything else.

"Why am I not surprised?" Kagan said to his friend. "She carries warriors ink after all." Giselle had to be some kind of small warrior to take on a brute like him and withstand it.

"You know Kagan, I know it also goes against custom but if you don't want everyone seeing that conjugo mark you gave her, you might consider keeping her cloaked." Dagaa rose his eyebrow at Kagan.

So his friend had also seen what Kagan had done. Dagaa was right. They should conceal the fact that he had marked Giselle. The people would not accept it. Kagan himself was having a hard time facing it.

In all his years and with all the females he'd mounted, not once had he been compelled to mark one of them. This little alien female comes along with her full breasts and hips, tight wet crevasse and a smart mouth and Kagan loses his blessed mind.



Giselle

Giselle sat next to Sabin beside the fire. Despite the warmth she pulled the blanket tight around her. Kagan was conversing in low tones to his men on the other side of the fire barely casting her a glance all evening.

She had been sent last night to Dagaa's tent with Sabin. At the time Giselle thought nothing of it though she was disappointed. She figured Kagan probably had things to attend to, watch to keep. Then he'd avoided her all day today like he had yesterday.

Giselle frowned as she thought back to the way he'd looked at her yesterday morning before they headed out. Was he mad at her for staying with Sabin or was it what they'd done that had him rattled?