Ms Apex = PREY

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Shaking my head, "Don't give the surprise away already." Then, kissing my Arachne's head, gesturing for her to shoo, she went off doing as commanded for her master. The rest of the girls looked after her as she disappeared with a look of what just happened. 

Smiling as I continued to pet the head of the Minotaur, who was resting her head on my chest. Then, being a little more daring, I wrapped an arm around her instead of hurting me like I thought she nuzzled her chin in my chest. 

Then, kissing her forehead, whispering "Good Girl" into her ear as it felt like she was falling asleep in my arms. Then, picking her up, carrying her like I would a child or bride, her arms wrapping around my neck as she rested her head against my chest.

Walking into her cliff home, seeing what I'll have to see bout bringing with us and what she might need for housing. Whether that be anything special that we don't have onboard that she will need, especially for her.

This place was pretty standard for any species; the cave drawing was done by countless generations before. This must have been one of the traditional immigration sites for the Minotaur to go to. 

But then they were all but gone from this area. All were killed except the last blood relative. Who doesn't know anything of her culture, to survive like so many before her. She had to learn independently from the look of this camp and how she has acted feral to the presence of others, especially men. 

Telling my girls, "to hang back, this is her home, her den. She has allowed me close to her, but I think we need to respect her boundaries." At those words, she snuggles in my chest a little more. She was very content and agreed with my statement, but that could change pretty quickly. 

She might be fine with me, but human's too many creatures aren't Apex monsters. Even still, it was a surprise she is allowing this much as most feral's wouldn't. Walking into her cave home her still in my arms, looking over everything. 

Whispering to her out of hearing of the others, "If she was ok with this? Me taking her from her home? With me handling her to this degree?" Nodding her head, whispering to me, "Mine." It didn't surprise me in the slighted that when she spoke, it wasn't much. 

But that fact, she could speak at all versus just grunts and growls of a feral nature says a lot for her future. Her behavior reminds me of a big puppy dog, not wanting to be far from the person. They bond with also being something of a lapdog, always getting attention.

Hearing slight snoring and the feel of breath on my shirt, looking down to find a very peaceful asleep girl in my arms, her breasts still bare from her medical treatment. They might be small, but they still look tasty a meal for later maybe. 

My hands readjusting to better carry her the whole way back to The Shadow, or should I say back to My Strake. My hands moving, then some smaller hands covered mine, moving them in her sleep. 

One of them pushed the hand of the arm, cradling her under her back to hold her ass the other, the other she moved to her belly from her side. I just hope she doesn't freak out when she awakes to find this scene. 

It would break her trust in me that would not be best in this situation, with her and every other girl being much more potent than I in the strength category. In her sleep, I could swear I heard "a grunt or two," which after a few seconds translated to "My Daddy." 

As she snuggled into my chest. Thinking to myself, this will be interesting, to say the least. After looking over everything, the poor alone girl, we had not been looking too closely at anything. She might hold dear as this was her private place, her den. 

Not a place she wished anyone to be. After the look over, asking Artemis, "To please collect the girl's stuff but try to use as little of ur charges as you can, even if ur up to full charge. We never know what might happen, my great golem, as you know all too well, that trip took a toll on both of us.