3 comments/ 15081 views/ 6 favorites Sex Slave Ch. 03 By: allusive1 Sex Slave - 3: Saeritaea This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age. Warning: this chapter contains explicit descriptions of bondage, violence, torture and sex. Please read it at your own discretion. Many thanks to editor Lin Hall for his excellent suggestions. * Keven lay naked and motionless on the cold stone floor. Even the small movements made by his lungs expanding and contracting caused searing pain to ripple across his back. His swollen tongue filled his mouth, making it difficult to breathe. He prayed for sleep but it would not come. He was in too much agony. At some point it occurred to him that there was still brandy on the sideboard. He could drink himself to oblivion if he could only move. He was deeply disturbed by the interactions he'd had with Master Rim, and it was more than the torture that distressed him. Their conversations had been... profoundly unsettling. His mind sought to make sense of the senseless. Something deep within him recoiled at his plight—the little boy inside curled himself into a tight ball, whimpering and rocking back and forth. To be the plaything of a madman was terrifying. The chill of the cold stone seeped into his body, but his back was aflame. Sweat soaked his skin and blood trickled down his sides, pooling slowly on the floor beneath him. At length he began to shiver uncontrollably, wreaking more torment on his ravaged back. He thought longingly about the brandy and the bed, but still he did not move. Sex Slave Ch. 03 Later he had very few memories of the first miserable days after his terrible whipping. He slept mostly, and when he wasn't in a deep, drug-induced sleep, he was in a great deal of physical and even greater emotional pain. He expected the angel to disappear or to morph into something believable. He was clearly hallucinating, but even as he started to recover and she gave him less of the sleep-inducing drug, she did not change. Saeri worried about the king. He had lost a great deal of blood and in spite of the healing salve she applied to his wounds, they infected. He was feverish for days and she was afraid she might lose him, but he had fortitude. He persevered stoically and eventually began recover. He was often delusional. As his tongue healed, he began to question her about being an angel. When she denied her divinity, he insisted she was a faerie. Saeri was amused by this. It was not the first time she had been compared to a pixie or a nymph. Keven's first clear memory was needing to pee really badly. He managed to slide himself off the bed to kneel on the floor next to it, his face buried in the mattress and his arms still on the bed. That movement hurt so badly, he could only clutch the sheet and moan. Saeri was immediately beside him. "Sire, why did you get out of bed? You're not ready yet. Can you climb back up?" "I need... need the bucket," he gasped out. "Of course." Within seconds the bucket was in front of him and she was holding him around the waist to steady him. "Uh... could you... I can't... do you mind?" "Are you sure you'll be able on your own, sire?" "Yes, I'm fine. Don't call me sire!" His irritation was apparent in his tone and he winced inwardly. He was normally very diplomatic. She moved away and he hoped she was not watching. It took all his skill and strength to actually pee into the bucket. When he finished she helped him climb back into bed. That was embarrassing. However, he realized that she must have helped him already a few times. He had a vague recollection of her washing him—and that was a little disturbing. If she wasn't an angel, which he finally decided she couldn't be, then she was a child. Why they were both naked was another distressing puzzle. In his first appraisal of her, he had put her age at eleven. She was tiny, her breasts were just starting to bud, and she had no pubic hair. It was only later, on closer scrutiny, he realized she had a full bush of white-blonde curls that blended almost perfectly with her pale skin. When he had been under the delusion that she was an angel, she seemed of indeterminate age. Once he decided she was human, he had trouble reconciling her apparent physical age with her mental age. She was much too sophisticated for a child of eleven. Eventually he decided she must be at least thirteen. Possibly even fourteen. When he asked her how old she was, she answered "nineteen"—flippantly, he thought. She must be thirteen. He looked at her. Twelve? However old she was, she seemed to understand what he needed. When he wanted to talk, she chatted with him amiably; when he wanted to be left alone, she was silent and unobtrusive. She was a gentle and attentive nurse and he was glad for her company. Grumpy and depressed, he was not much company himself. As Keven recovered, he questioned her about how she knew so much about what was happening in Endora. She explained that she usually treated the new slaves who were brought in. Every time one from Endora was in her care, she would get an update about her homeland. He milked her for all the information she had, desperate for news from home. He had been surprised to hear that his mother had managed to forge an alliance with the Ul-Dans. Her father had tried for many years to build positive relations with Endora's neighbors to the east, but had always met with strong resistance. The Ul-Dans held tight to tradition and, traditionally, the two countries were adversaries. Perhaps the Ul-Dans were nervous after seeing the extent of the devastation of war in Endora. Or perhaps his mother was simply prettier than his father. He smiled at that thought. His mother certainly had more patience than his father—maybe that had been the key. Regardless of how it had come about, the alliance with Ul-Dan had been pivotal in halting the advance of the Kenezians. The last slave Saeri had interviewed had insisted that the Kenezians were finally being driven back onto their own lands. This was the first encouraging news Keven had heard since the war began eighteen months earlier. A small hope sprang up in him that perhaps he would not die a slave after all. He turned a corner that day, and began healing rapidly thereafter. By the morning of the fifth day, he could get out of bed without feeling dizzy or being overcome with pain. His emotional healing progressed too, at a slower pace. Saeri was a surprise and a delight. As he got to know her, he discovered she was somewhat of a maverick as well. She came from nobility; her father had been an Earl, but had died before she was born. She and her mother lived most of the year on their estate in Southern Endora, but spent their summers at court in the capital city of Freihelm. Keven did not remember ever having met her—did not even remember seeing her—but he would not have taken interest in a child. Her mother had never remarried. Saeri was an only child, a "miracle child" it seemed. Her mother and father had been married for twenty years before Saeri was conceived. Saeri was different from any Endoran girl Keven had ever met. It was not only her physical appearance that marked her as different. She had a classical education, which was unusual for a female. Most of the gentry encouraged their daughters to study music and the arts. They could usually read, but had very little training in mathematics, history or science. Saeri not only seemed to have studied these subjects extensively, she also knew a great deal about healing and had worked as a healer even before she was captured and forced into slavery. This was unheard of! None of the noblewomen Keven knew had worked at anything other than embroidery, gossip and romantic conquest. When he asked her about it, she simply said that she could not understand an existence where one did not do something to help others and contribute to the common good. She confessed that she did not fit in very well with the ladies at court. They all thought her quite odd and she thought them silly. Keven was astounded that she had worked as a healer before her capture. He revised his opinion of her age several times a day. Could she be fifteen? She certainly acted even older, but when he looked at her, he saw an innocent child. Saeri loved caring for the king. She could not get enough of him, and he was everything she dreamed he would be. He was gentle and polite and very intelligent. And he was absolutely gorgeous. She never tired of looking at him. His green eyes were deep and perceptive, his dark hair thick and shiny. His face was finely boned, almost delicate, but with a decided masculine quality. And his body was to die for. His pain, both physical and emotional, affected his disposition of course, but Saeri could tell he was a positive person and, unlike her, usually calm and in control of himself. Saeri thought a lot about Master Rim's dictate. She'd been horrified and terrified at first, but after she discovered her new patient was Prince Keven, now king, she had reconsidered. She had never desired a man sexually before. Now she was in close proximity with this glorious naked man all day, every day. She began to fantasize about making love with him, and in her fantasies it was always very pleasant. She noticed that when she had these thoughts her clit would tingle and cause dampness between her legs. When she was close to him, his wonderful, musky, masculine scent caused a stirring in her breast and created a longing so intense it left her breathless. She loved being near this incredible man. The bed was large, easily accommodating both of them. Saeri slept next to Keven in the first few days to help keep him warm—he was feverish and could not tolerate a blanket touching his back. After that she slept next to him because she wanted to. On the morning of their sixth day together, Keven had a very vivid dream. He was standing at the edge of a small clearing in the woods. The feel of the place was magical. It was night, but the moon was full and bright, lighting up the forest with an unearthly lavender glow. The air smelled of rich damp earth and growing things. The lush grass was cool and soft under his feet, and it was dotted with thousands of pale flowers, their colors lost to the moonlight. He was naked, but this didn't bother him. He heard a sweet singing, a heavenly sound that filled the air with melody and carried healing and happiness on its notes. The music filled him with great joy and wonder. He looked for the source of enchantment, his eyes searching the deep forest shadows. Soon he saw her. A naked faerie stepped out of the woods on the other side of the clearing, and she was singing a song so beautiful it made his heart ache. She was tiny and fair. Her skin glowed iridescent under the silver moon. Her long pale hair flowed in soft waves over her shoulders and down her back. She had beautiful, delicate wings, almost like dragonfly wings. They were a pale shade of blue or lavender, or maybe both. She fanned them out briefly to their amazing full size, their tips well over the top of her head, and she folded them neatly behind her where they became almost invisible to him. When she saw him, she paused in her song to smile at him. The smile was like a warm breeze caressing his soul. A desire to be near her struck him like a great wave washing over him. He moved toward her, entranced. She approached him as well, and as she did, she began to hum the same haunting melody as before. She moved with such grace, her feet didn't seem to touch the ground. As she came near, he caught a whiff of honey. He recognized her as Saeri, although she was different—ethereal... immortal... magical. She took his hand and he felt love and healing flow from her fingers into him. His pain became a distant memory. He drew her into his arms and kissed her. Her honey scent wrapped around him creating a longing for her that could not be satiated. She tasted of blackberries, and her kiss sent a healing warmth flowing through his body. She twined her arms around him and he pressed against her tiny form, drowning in her sweetness. A great heat and desire grew in his groin. His cock engorged fully, and his balls ached for release. He moaned in delirium. Suddenly, the intensity of his need for her was overwhelming. She laughed and a thousand tiny glass bells chimed. Her laughter swirled around him, sparkling, visible. She ran a finger up his straining shaft and her touch was like crimson fire. He would have orgasmed right then, just from that, except she stopped him somehow. Her touch kept him right at the edge. His body trembled and his tortured cry rang through the moonlit night. He didn't remember falling to his knees, but the cool grass was under his legs and she was right there under him, pulling him onto her. She felt utterly right. Her tiny body fit underneath him completely and made him feel strong and protective. She shifted around somehow so that her back was to him. Her exquisite wings were folded tightly against her graceful back. He ran his finger along the silvered edge of one in wonder. She shuddered and moaned and her reaction pulled him deeper into her abyss. Her small firm bottom hugged his streaming cock. He kissed her on the neck. Her honey scent had a sensual, spicy bouquet. He groaned with desire, and pulled her close, fully surrendering to her magic. She squealed in fright. Saeri was roused from a sound sleep by a groan in her ear. Hands gripped her tightly and she felt the unmistakable pressure of a hard cock poking against her ass. Terror exploded through her. She screamed a short, sharp, desperate cry and struggled to get away. The hands freed her immediately and she leapt out of bed and whirled on her attacker. It took a few seconds for her sleep-filled mind to register where she was. Keven! It's Keven. I'm safe! He had jumped out of bed on the other side and was staring at her with a look of abject horror on his face. His hard cock jutted out before him, a few drops of pre-cum dangling from its head. "Oh God, Saeri! I'm so sorry!" he cried. He turned his back on her and took several steps, running his hands through his dark locks as if to pull them out. He stood breathing heavily, still with his back turned. Saeri realized immediately that he must have been asleep as well, perhaps dreaming. "It's fine, Keven," she said gently. She could almost feel remorse and disgust pouring off of him. "No, it's not," he said, and his voice shook with emotion. "Keven, really, I'm fine. You're fine. Were you dreaming?" "Yes... I.... Yes. I'm so sorry!" Several different emotions ran through Saeri. Her initial terror disappeared immediately when she realized it was Keven, but it left her shaken. As she looked at him in those first seconds, standing there with a huge, dripping hard-on, something in her snapped. A heat flushed her body and a great hunger was awakened in her. Her pussy immediately became soaked, as if a dam had broken. Her reaction shocked her, but it also pleased her. Maybe I'm finally getting over my fear. Keven was obviously very upset, and she was chagrined. If only I hadn't screamed—we might have made love. As she watched Keven, though, she knew that would not have happened. If he had woken up, he never would have had sex with her. He was clearly horrified by the idea. This realization filled her with a wrenching emptiness. She blinked hard to keep tears of frustration from spilling out of her eyes. Keven was mortified. What have I almost done? Am I so depraved that I would force myself on a child? Apparently so—I am despicable—I was dreaming about fucking her! He stood for several minutes with his back to her, hoping his hard-on would go away. He barely registered the ache in his balls, his mental anguish was too extreme. The spicy-honey scent from his dream still hung lightly in the air. That's odd... but, I've been smelling this scent for a while.... The dream had been beautiful and seemed so real. He shook his head in disgust. When he turned to face Saeri, she was blinking back tears and looked so forlorn, it broke his heart. "Oh, Saeri! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I promise it won't happen again." She looked at him, the hint of a plea in her eyes. "What if I want it to happen?" she asked quietly. "What?" Keven was shocked. "Saeri, you don't mean that! You're just a child. You don't know what you're saying." This is my fault. He had guessed she had a school-girl crush on him, and he hadn't done anything to discourage it. Now he was being paid back for his lapse in judgment. "I'm not you know." "What?" "A child—I'm nineteen! And I'm not a virgin either, by the way." She stamped her foot and glared at him. "Saeri, stop!" Keven was annoyed at her and angry with himself. "Don't lie. It's an ugly habit." The fury that rolled toward him from Saeri's eyes almost knocked him down. He was astounded that such a young girl could have so much bearing—enough to humble a king. She whirled around, stalked to the rug, and plopped down in front of the fire without another glance at him. He could see she was shaking. He sighed. He hadn't meant to make her mad, but perhaps it was just as well. She needed to understand what the rules were. Those rules meant he would never touch her—at least not for another ten years, he amended. He decided to give her some space. In spite of the inauspicious start to his day, Keven felt remarkably well. His back was still sore, but he was able to move in relative comfort, a vast improvement from the day before. His sadness over the loss of his father and brother also seemed to have dulled to a persistent ache, no longer the sharp stabbing pain of grief that brought tears to his eyes. He wondered why he was being kept in the amphitheater now that he had recovered enough to walk. He had not seen Master Rim once since his beating, but his apprehension did not decrease. It was nerve-wracking to have one's fate be at the whim of a volatile and merciless madman. He would be relieved to be returned to the obscurity of the slave pens. Saeri was furious. It always made her instantly angry when people condescended to her as if she were a small child. Keven's reaction was all too familiar. She wondered if she would ever look old enough to be treated as an adult. And he had actually accused her of lying! She seethed! Eventually her rage mellowed into a brooding quiet. She ignored Keven as much as possible, and he stayed out of her way. It made for a very long lonely day. Finally, when the evening was wearing on and they were both sleepy, she climbed onto the big bed. Keven was sitting on the bed, and he immediately jumped up. "I'll sleep on the rug tonight," he said, crossing over to stand before the hearth. Saeri stiffened. Tonight was her last chance to seduce Keven. She had held on to a small hope that she would be able to recreate this morning's amorous feelings in him, with better results. "Please sleep in the bed with me," she pleaded. "No. It's not appropriate. I never should have allowed it in the first place." "You were in no condition to refuse." "Well, now I am." "Take the blanket, at least." "No, I'll be fine." "But si... Keven, you're still in a lot of pain. You need to keep warm. I'll be up on the bed. I don't need a blanket." "I'm feeling much better today." He reclined on the rug and closed his eyes. The conversation was apparently over. Saeri pouted, but Keven didn't open his eyes to notice. She observed, however, that his cock was not fully flaccid and she wondered if maybe he was just a little bit attracted to her after all. Keven had had a horrible day, in spite of feeling better. He'd missed the easy rapport that he and Saeri had formed, and her coldness throughout the day weighed on him. The spicy-honey scent lingered in the air. When she was near, it filled his nostrils and immediately hardened his cock. He was very ashamed. Why do you have to smell so good? And his amorous dream was never far from his thoughts, even though he consciously sought to subdue it. Finally he fell asleep in front of the fire. He woke in the middle of the night. Pain shivered across his shoulders whenever he moved. His thoughts were dark and depressing. To make matters worse, he was cold, and the wood supply was gone. He tossed and turned in misery for a long time until he felt Saeri cover his feet and legs with a blanket. "Saeri...." She put a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Shhh. Sleep. Go to sleep." He felt her warm body stretch out next to him and smelled her honey scent. He tried to protest, but his brain felt like it was immersed in warm mud. He fell immediately into a deep sleep. Sex Slave Ch. 03 The conversation didn't last long, and shortly the door opened and Saeri entered. Her face was pinched with pain, but her jaw was set stubbornly. "Saeri! What happened?" he cried, running to her side. "I have earned my first slave stripe," she said calmly, turning to show him a long red welt that ran across her back. "My God!" Keven cried, horrified. "What is he thinking? You're just a child!" "You're even more infuriating than he is!" She was suddenly, clearly furious. "What do you mean?" he asked, bewildered. "What have I done?" She whirled on him, exasperated, and exploded with a small tirade. "I am not a child! Just because I'm small and have no boobs, does not mean I'm only ten years old. I'm older than you are by four months—I've already turned nineteen. I will never be any taller and I will never have boobs!" To her horror, she burst into tears. She strode to the fireplace and clenched her fists, struggling for control of her emotions. He'll never believe me now! Not after I've lost it like that! Keven was at a complete loss. He stared at Saeri in astonishment while she ranted about her lack of breasts, and it slowly began to sink in that she was telling the truth. She really is nineteen! He approached her slowly. The welt on her back ran from her left shoulder to her right hip. It looked painful, but was not bleeding. He shuddered inwardly, clearly remembering how his own welts felt when they were fresh. He was furious with Master Rim, but he focused his attention on repairing the damage he had caused to his relationship with Saeri. "Saeri?" he asked tentatively. "What!" she demanded, very angry. "I'm very sorry that I didn't believe you before." She said nothing. Her fists were still clenched. Keven didn't blame himself for misjudging her age. He was sure that was a common mistake. However, he should have believed her. He should not have accused her of lying. He struggled to find something to say to make her feel better. "Saeri, you are unbelievably beautiful. I love petite women and breast size doesn't matter. Yours are lovely just the way they are." If he had given it more thought, his natural reticence would have stopped him, but what he said turned out to be just the right thing. "Really?" She did not turn to look at him. "Yes, truly," he said standing close behind her. "You are absolutely perfect." He touched her arm gently. "Please let me put salve on your back." She nodded and, still not looking at him, she went to fetch it from her bag. She stretched out on her stomach on the bed and he sat next to her and applied the salve gently to her wound. Her spicy-honey scent filled his nostrils. Her back and butt were exquisite and he could not help but trace the spot where her wings had been in his dream. Her skin was flawless and a pleasant but disconcerting tingle ran up his fingers as he touched her. By the time he was done treating her back, his cock was fully engorged. Embarrassed, he turned and sat on the edge of the bed, hoping to hide his hard-on behind his thigh and his arm. "Can you tell me why Master Rim whipped you?" he asked gently. "I did not do what he wanted me to do," she said simply. "I knew there would be consequences." She sat up in the middle of the bed and folded her legs to one side. "I assume you've now acquiesced to Master Rim's demands? "No— not yet," she answered. Something in her voice caused Keven's stomach to twist uncomfortably. "Saeri, what does Master Rim want you to do?" She didn't answer. "Master Rim always gets what he wants," Keven warned. "If you do not obey him, the consequences could be disastrous!" "I know that!" Saeri said, exasperated. "I've been here a year now, assisting the doctor. I've seen what Master Rim is capable of." She shuddered slightly and Keven's heart leapt to his throat. The things she must have seen! He swallowed. "He has told me what will happen, but...." She paused. She had decided the first day, when she discovered her patient was the king, that she would not tell him she was supposed to seduce him. What kind of seduction was that? However, now... clearly she had failed at actually seducing him. Perhaps it was time for coercion. She was pretty sure if she told him what Master Rim wanted, he'd cooperate. A stab of regret pierced her heart. It will be horrible! He's not really attracted to me... he'll have sex with me out of pity. No! I can't do it! "Saeri, what does Master Rim want you to do?" "It's not your concern," she said firmly, hoping he would drop the subject, while knowing he wouldn't. "No, I think it is. Why else would I be here? I haven't been returned to the slave pens. I must play a role somehow." She didn't answer and his mind jumped to the next logical deduction. "Saeri, does Master Rim want you to do something to me?" She stiffened but said nothing. I'm such a bad liar! "Does Master Rim want you to hurt me?" "N... no!" "It does have to do with me, though, doesn't it?" he pressed. "Saeri, tell me. I want to help." "No. There is nothing you can do," she lied, unconvincingly. He looked at her sharply and guessed the truth. "He wants us to have sex, doesn't he?" he asked quietly. Saeri closed her eyes, blushing with shame. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Keven was outraged. "That sick bastard! What is he thinking?" He jumped to his feet and began pacing back and forth like a caged tiger. "That fucking asshole!" It was very rare for an expletive to fall from Keven's lips, but now he let loose with a stream of them, punctuated with phrases such as "deranged psychotic" and "perverted sadist with delusions of grandeur." "If I could get my hands around his fucking neck...!" Keven silenced himself, shocked at his outburst and even more shocked by the vision he had of himself strangling Master Rim. He had never been so angry and out of control. Saeri watched his tirade, wide-eyed. When he finally quit cursing, he simply paced, tight-lipped and furious. "He gave me six days to seduce you," she said quietly. "Seduce me!" Keven cried. His face was livid. "He said if we didn't... fornicate... by the morning of the seventh day, he would whip me. He will add one stroke every day until I comply." Her tone was calm and resigned. "I wonder how many days it will take to kill me. I won't die easily." Keven looked at her askance. "No, we won't let that happen!" he declared. "Do you want sex with me?" she asked. Her pale blue eyes looked at him serenely, but something fierce lurked in their depths. "Well, I hadn't thought about it much," he lied. It had been all he could think about since his dream. Now that he knew she was old enough, his libido raged. "I'm just now getting used to the idea that you're an adult." He sat down again on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands. "It's not supposed to be like this," he said. "Sex should never be forced on people." "If you don't want to, that's alright," her voice quavered slightly. "I know you don't find me attractive." "Oh Saeri! That's not true!" He grabbed her gently by her arms and pulled her onto his lap. She was so tiny, it was almost no effort to lift her. He buried his face in her soft hair and whispered into her ear. "You are the loveliest creature I have ever seen." Her spicy-honey scent surrounded him and his cock immediately swelled. "You see?" he shifted her away slightly and nodded toward his hard cock. Her eyes widened in fear and she stifled a small cry. He let go of her immediately, and she moved a short distance away from him on the bed, hugging herself. "Saeri, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." He was bewildered by her response. He had thought she wanted him, but obviously not. "I would never hurt you," he said. She nodded silently and didn't look at him. She had been delighted by his admission of desire for her and ecstatic when he pulled her into his arms. But when she'd seen his hard cock, a lightning bolt of terror had shot through her, taking her breath away and leaving her shaking with fright. She wondered regretfully if she would ever be comfortable with any man. "I'm sorry," she said in a very small voice. "I guess, I'm not quite ready." "It's fine, Saeri. We can take our time." Not really, Saeri thought. I'll be whipped again tomorrow. She suspected he was thinking the same thing, but neither of them brought it up. They spent the day sitting near each other in intimate conversation. Sometimes they touched each other, and each touch produced a thrill for both. Keven found her scent intoxicating. He did not want to frighten her, but he could not stop his cock from stiffening. She was driving him mad, and he badly wanted to pursue his passion, but he held himself in check, ever aware of her distress. She tried to ignore his very physical indication that he wanted sex with her. She wanted sex with him as well. Her pussy throbbed and juiced, but her memories of sex held nothing but pain and humiliation. She tried to convince herself it would be different with Keven, but she could not subdue her fear. As the day wore on into evening, Saeri became very frustrated. She was pretty sure Keven was frustrated as well, but it didn't show. He seemed to have the patience of a saint. Finally they lay next to each other in the big bed, Saeri on her side with her back to him. He lay on his stomach to hide his hard-on, but propped himself up on his elbows. He slowly stroked her, running his fingers from her shoulder down her arm. She fought with herself to relax and enjoy his touch. She was as stiff as a board. Finally, he leaned in and kissed her very lightly on her shoulder. She could not stifle a whimper and she began to cry quietly. "I... I cannot!" she said. "Saeri, I would never hurt you," he said, stroking her arm again. This comment made the tears flow faster. "I know," she finally said. "I just can't." "You would rather have two lash strokes, than have me caress you?" he asked quietly. She nodded silently, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "I know it doesn't make any sense and I do trust you. But I just can't yet—maybe in a couple of days." "Your back is already well-healed," he said. "I've never seen anything like it." Her welt was an angry red, but it was not scabbed over as his welts were. Her skin had simply mended. "I've always been a fast healer," she acknowledged. That's an understatement. He ran his fingers through her silken hair. Unbelievably soft. He played with her hair, pulling it away from her flawless face. He tucked it behind her ear and caught his breath. The top of her ear came to a definite point. It was not as sharp as in some of the artwork he had seen portraying faerie-folk, but it was clearly quite unusual and disturbingly beautiful. Without thinking, he leaned over and ran his tongue lightly along the edge of her ear. Her reaction was immediate and physical. Her whole body stiffened and shuddered, her eyes fluttered closed and a small cry of ecstasy escaped her parted lips. She opened her eyes and looked at him in wonder. A flush spread across her face. She reached up and rearranged her hair to cover her ear again, and grinned at him sheepishly, embarrassed. He smiled at her. His cock had already been hard, now it was granite. "Tomorrow I'll go with you and try to talk some sense into Master Rim," he said. "He has no right to ask this of us." "The slave handlers won't let you come," she said. "And I don't think anyone can talk sense into Master Rim. As far as he's concerned he has every right to do whatever he wants to his own slaves." "Well, we'll see," he said. She rolled over onto her back so that she could look at him. He could not keep his eyes from wandering down her body, taking in her pert nipples and her white-blonde bush. A fresh whiff of her sensual smell assailed him. He stifled a groan and shifted his pelvis to accommodate his straining hard-on. "Keven, promise me you won't do anything to get yourself in trouble," she said, trying to ignore what she assumed were his efforts to hide an erection. Her heart joyously skipped a beat. He's turned on by me! Her pussy gushed. "You're still healing." "I'll be fine," he said. He had no intention of making any such promise. She almost pushed him for a promise, but something in the way his jaw was set told her that she would not get one. Instead she reached up and touched his handsome face. A thrill ran through her fingers. "You will be careful?" "Yes, of course."