The Warrior's Pet(33)

"Where..." Dagaa started to ask.

"I'm going to go find out for myself what crawled up Kagan's butt and died." Giselle held out her palm to halt Dagaa as she exited and stomped over to Kagan's tent.

Giselle threw back the tent flap and stormed in ready to give Kagan a piece of her mind, only to find him sitting on the makeshift bed with his head resting in his palms, eyes closed. Kagan's brow was furrowed and his mouth turned down. It was plain to see he was troubled. The pose disarmed her instantly.

Kagan was worried. About his army? About her? Giselle couldn't even begin to fathom what troubles assailed a man in his position. The stress had to be unbearable and then she added to it. Granted Giselle didn't ask to be here, but she could ease up a bit.

Kagan looked up in surprise as she neared.

"Jeezelle you should go."

"Why?"

"Is it not apparent?" Kagan gestured towards her waving his hand up and down her body.

Ah so Kagan WAS bothered by what happened with her. From the tortured look in his eyes it was the physical evidence he'd left on her body more than the actual act. Giselle felt her heart soften towards the man.

Besides the bite mark and walking a bit bow legged Giselle couldn't really understand why the man was beating himself up. The Cadi must treat their women like delicate objects, the psychopath Vigdis not included. Kagan would lose his shit if she told him about BDSM practices back home. Giselle hadn't really gotten into that scene, but she was starting to see the merits after the way she responded to Kagan slapping her ass. Maybe a few ropes and a gag might not be a bad idea.

First she needed the big man to stop freaking out. Granted he was enormous and incredibly strong. She'd even worried that Kagan might tear her as he impaled her with his oversized tool. But amazingly her body accommodated him and it was like nothing she'd ever imagined. And Giselle hoped it wouldn't be the last time.

Giselle dropped her blanket revealing her naked body.

"No apparently I don't understand what is wrong, so tell me." Giselle added a seductive little sway to her hips as she strutted forward. "Is it the spanking?" Giselle smacked her behind teasingly. "Because I liked that."

Kagan's mouth stood open.

"Or is it the mark here on my breast where you sucked so hard I felt it in my clit?" Giselle caressed the hickey on her breast, playing with her stiff nipple.

Kagan's eyes followed her hand.

"Maybe it's the fingerprints on my hips from where you held me, keeping me just where you wanted me as you slammed that massive cock into my wet pussy." Giselle let her hand drift down to play in the strip of hair on her mound.

Kagan stared at Giselle in shock as she spoke illicitly. Add dirty talk to the things Cadi women didn't do. He was conflicted but there was also a simmering fire in his eyes. The way his kilt stood out as his shaft hardened let Giselle know she was having the desired effect.

Something about the giant dominant male with his red skin, the scruff of a day-old beard and his unbound shoulder length black hair turned her on. He was a sexy man even as different as he was from her. He exuded power but also compassion.

"I have been speaking and probably should be punished." Giselle said as she knelt the large male's splayed knees.

"Jeezelle." Kagan said hesitantly with a shake of his head.

"I know of a better way to keep my mouth occupied."

Giselle ran her hands up the inside of Kagan's thighs. They were as big around as her waist. His skin had fine hair on it like hers did. The muscles beneath her palms trembled with restrained strength as Giselle explored higher. She leaned in to follow her hands with her mouth. Giselle peppered open mouth kisses up, up, up. Her hands massaging and kneading his tense flesh as her tongue laved. Kagan's erect cock brushed against her cheek and she turned her attention to the engorged beast.

Kagan smelled like a campfire and pine from the soap he used, mixed with a scent that was him and him alone. The masculine smell was heady as Giselle breathed Kagan in. The head of Kagan's cock was large, the crest more pronounced than earth men. The crown was a bit less round more diamond shaped. Giselle shuddered as she recalled how the peak of his shaft rubbed against her G-spot.

Giselle had to feel him. Her fingers were drawn to the intricate pattern of knots along Kagan's shaft. They looked like pearls embedded beneath his skin. Studded for her pleasure! Giselle reached out and ran her fingers along his crown then down along the bumps. Kagan jumped a bit but didn't pull away. His skin was silky smooth sheathing a rock hard weapon of mass delight.

Encouraged Giselle poked her tongue out and ran it around his crown. Kagan tensed up with an in-drawn breath. Giselle smiled as she explored his straining cock. Both the top and bottom of his crown were extra sensitive, eliciting a response as she laved him.