Experiment Gone Wrong

Chapter 4: Comfort in the storm

Kesstar POV
I proudly rip into the deers jugular, wrenching the last of its life from its panicked body. It falls still, it's blood slowly washing away with the rain. They gave me a good one this time. Why, I'm not sure. I expect I'll find out soon but for now I'm grateful for the food. I have another mouth to feed now.
I smoothly throw the deer across my shoulders, the weight negligible to me. I gaze up at the sky, the rain washing my face clean of the blood. It'll be morning soon. She'll be waking up in a short time and I'd like to be there when she does. I quickly make my way back, excitement welling at the idea of her waiting like a gift when I return. I would have never imagined I'd have her as my own. All those times I had seen her behind the glass, safe from my grasp, I wondered what I'd do when I finally got ahold of her. Part of me always thought I'd rip her delicate little body apart. But the very thought of that now makes me...feel strange. If any other creature dared to, I'd rip them to pieces instead.
I begin to move faster, the possibility of something happening to her while I've been gone creeping into my head. As I get closer, I can smell her scent in the air. At first it's comforting but then I wonder why it's so strong if she's hidden away inside. I burst into the clearing and find my answer.
There, almost hidden by the vines, moss, and a green blanket is her small form. Cradled in a crook in the rock, her lips drawn in a small smile while she's fast asleep. I slow my pace, quietly hanging the deer from a branch. I make sure I'm blood free before slithering over to her tiny sleepy form. I lower myself in front of her, extending my hand to stroke her cheek. She slowly begins to stir. I notice her eyelids flicker as she stretches and her sleepy eyes finally open.
"Good morning my little one." I coax, gazing down at her."
She's so small. I could crush her if I wanted and there would be almost nothing left. She is too breakable, too fragile.
"Good morning." She mumbles, still half asleep.
I can't help but draw her adorable form closer, holding her tight to my chest, warming her back up from the cold of the outdoors.
"Mmm." I hear her moan gently as she snuggles herself closer.
I scoop her up and carry her back over to the bed, laying her amongst the furs. I cover her back up with the blanket she had chosen, the edges just barely wet but her hair damp and curly from the moisture and humidity. Her chest rises and falls as she settles back into sleep. She must be exhausted. These last few days I had used her almost to her breaking point of sleep deprivation and exertion. She deserves some rest. I kiss her forehead gently before retreating back outside to tend to my hunt. She'll have both good sleep and good food when she wakes up.

Anne POV
Mmm. What's that smell? I wake up to the sound of soft sizzling and the smell of something cooking. I slowly sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It's strange to not feel kesstars coils or arms wrapped around me. I feel the soft furs and blankets below me. Wait. Didn't I fall asleep at the door? I'm fully awake now and my eyes flash around the room only to find a large fire smoldering in the center of the room. Mostly embers now. A large stone sits on the edge, a piece of deep red meat smoking on it. Kesstar sits beside it, his scales almost glowing in this light.
"I moved you back to the bed, I thought it would be more comfortable." I hear him say as he flips over the sizzling meat, revealing the seared juicy cooked flesh. My mouth waters. I can't tell if he's angry or not.
"I... thank you." I say softly.
"Are you hungry?"
"Hmm?" I simply stare as he removes the meat from the hot stone, places it on a clay dish and brings it towards me.
"Are you hungry?" He repeats, now infront of me. I have to crane my neck to look up at his face.
"It's... for me?" I glance back at it. I wasn't expecting him to feed me. I figured he'd use me till he was done and either let me starve, kill me, or throw me back to the scientists.
"Yes," he places the plate on my lap. "And I'd like you to eat it." He sits beside me, causing me to lean against him. Once again we're touching and there's nothing I can do about it.
My alarm bells instantly go up and my eyes flash to his. Is there something in it? If he was going to kill me it wouldn't be poisoned food would it? He seems to discern my concern.
"I don't want my new plaything starving." He smiles, stroking my back. My stomach churns at the term plaything. But dammit I'm hungry. I try to eat slowly at first but at the first bite, my ravenous hunger fully comes to life. I quickly eat the entire piece, my stomach instantly happy at the presence of food. I look down at the empty plate, finally full for the first time in days.
"Would you like any more?"
Huh. I glance up, wiping the meat juices from my face. Is he really asking or his he going to rend it away from me as soon as I get my hopes up.
"Really?"
His smile wavers for a moment, my suspicion raising. But it returns as he strokes my cheek. "Really. Are you still hungry?"
"I... am I..." I try to think of a way to say it without making him angry.
"There will be more for when you're hungry again." He says before I can finish, once again he knows exactly what to say to put me at ease.
It terrifies me how human he is. How easily for a moment I forget what he is. His cadence, his comforts, his heartbeat. But when his eyes and scales flash, I remember in an instant what he is. A predator. And I'm the prey.
"I'll be alright for now." I manage to say, looking back up at him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He takes the plate gently from my lap and places it on the one large table in the room next to a wash basin made of a similar clay. His back is to me and I simply stare for a moment.
His broad shoulders, enormous arms rippling with muscle, the trimmer waist that I can still barely wrap my arms around. He's an insane specimen. Something that should have never been possible.
"I feel your eyes on me, little one." I quickly turn my head to the floor, staring at the stone. I hear him laugh as he turns back around. "Like what you see?" He smirks, taking his time to show off his body in front of me.
The question flashes across my brain. He's gonna want an answer. And it has to be the right one. I can't piss him off at all. I slowly and carefully nod. He gets closer, letting his fingers graze my cheek.
"Good." He slowly begins to loop his tail around me, caressing my skin with his scales. "I'm a predator 10,000 years in the making, my small one, I was praised not so long ago by your kind."
I gasp softly and flinch as I feel his hand between my legs. He gently cups my womanhood, teasing me with the idea of a sexual encounter. I gulp.
"As they should have. We could devour them whole, all of you if we wished." He strokes my slit with the tip of his clawed finger. Is he going to do that to me? "We ruled your people, I think it's about time we do again." He says to himself more than me as he plunges his finger inside.
"Hunh!" I gasp, moaning softly as his finger fills me. In my ecstasy I lean against him, unable to control my body for a moment.
He slowly works his finger in and out. His thumb circles my clit. "You do it so well, you've learned so quickly." He whispers into my hair, pinching my pearl softly.
"Mmm" is all I can moan in reply.
"But I still have some questions for you. And I'd prefer if you'd actually answer them."
I regain a little clarity in the midst of him slipping a second finger inside of me. "Ahh," I moan as he finger fucks me. "I don't know, mmm, what more.... Fuck..." he begins to speed up, seeming to enjoy my struggle to talk through the heat and flushing. "I don't, really know ANYTHING!" I end up squealing the last part as his tail presses against my butt. "Wait! please! don't!" he presses a finger to my lips.
"Shh sh shhh. You don't know that until you hear my questions." He presses against my ass, threatening to push his tail inside at any second. "Answer my questions truthfully, and I'll do whatever you want me to do to you." He strokes my nipple with his thumb. "And if you don't I will fuck you, Hard, in the ass." He says as if it's the simplest thing in the world. "Understand?"
I weakly nod.
"Good girl." Me kisses my breast softly before sitting up straighter making him tower over me. "Now, why did you disappear for so long?"
"Wh...when?" I say breathlessly, his fingers still deep inside me.
"They sent a different scientist." He says lowly, his tail beginning to press in a bit more. I gasp softly. He didn't like my answer. "She wasn't anywhere as pretty as you. She threatened me. Can you believe it." His tail creeps forward slightly and strokes across my pussy, wetting itself in my juices. "So I pulled the same trick with her as I did you. I played sick and as soon as she stepped inside... she was in two pieces." He smiles, his tail returning to its original location before it begins to enter me.
I moan and struggle trying to avoid the uncomfortable stretching as he fucks me in the ass, playing with my pussy at the same time.
"Then, one day you just... reappeared. Naked, afraid, alone." My eyes are glassy as he plays with my clit, pleasure overcoming all. "What, happened?" He growls softly.
"I... I couldn't do it... anymore." I gasp with every one of his thrusts. "They... I thought they just wanted to study then... then let you go. I know... I know... I... ahhh!" I gasp, cumming hard into his hand. I spasm slightly as my pleasure finally finds release. "I... I know that was stupid but... I I learned what they were planning and I couldn't... I couldn't." I begin to shake, tears pouring from my eyes. Uncontrollable sadness and fear and desperation all spilling out as it clears the fog of pleasure. Shock and panic finally rearing their heads, riding the back of pleasure, after fighting for survival for so long. I don't know why I'm actually telling him this. He'll probably kill me after finding out I abandoned him. But I couldn't stop it, I had to tell someone.
"Hey, it's alright little one." I fearfully look up at him only to see a look of pure concern on his face as he gazes back down at me. He completely shifts, cupping my face in his hands, his tail wrapping around me like a hug more than a hold in place. He wipes my tears away with his thumb. "Tell me, I won't harm you. I promise."
I fail to hold back a sob. He pulls me quickly to his chest, cradling my head against his warm bare skin. He rubs gentle circles into my back, coaxing me gently into a state of calm once more even if the tears still fall.
"Please, tell me more." He whispers into my hair. "I just want to know the truth."
"They 're going to use you, use research on you for the military. They... they wanted to know how you worked so they could... make an army or use your dna or, I don't know. I just know that it was horrible and at the end of it all... they were... they were going to kill you. I... I tried to report it, talk to someone to find a way to get you out but they... they found out and dragged me back here. Made me keep asking you questions... and then... they got tired of waiting. Thought they'd boost their experiment and get rid of me at the same time." I finish weakly. My body is rigid, waiting for him to finally reveal his anger and rip my spine out or sink his fangs into my jugular. But it doesn't come.
"What experiment did they send you in here for?" He says in monotone. A tone I haven't heard in a long time.
"Cross breeding." I whimper.
He wraps his arms around me tighter. Is this it? Is he going to crush me? No, he just holds me tight and I hear a soft chuckle come from him. I flinch.
"Those idiots, to think I'd really do that?"
"Wait... you can?" Confused by his mood and tone I can't help but be curious. How is that what he says after everything? There's no way the answer to the question they've been looking for could have just been inquired for.
"Of course we can. Humans were our slaves and occasional companions for 100s of years. There were several occasions a half blood was born into existence." He says as if it's the most well known fact in the world. "But that id allow you to carry a child locked away here is despicable."
There's way too much to unpack from that. I don't know what to say, what to do, or even what to think.
"Is that what they expect? Me to impregnate you?"
I'm terrified again. I think he feels my tense muscles, and racing heart.
"Shh, it's alright. I'm not going to. Not in this place, I already told you."
In this place? I've got to get away from him. And it has to be soon. I can't get pregnant, not like this, not from him.
"And don't worry, it's more difficult to kill me than it is to put out the sun." He purrs. Oh god, will I even be able to make it out of here. "Thank you for telling me the truth."
I timidly nod, my mind spinning with my predicament. I'm going to have to do something. When I don't know, but I am going to have to try. I glance down on my ankle. He's checked the splint a couple of times, making sure everything's healing right and that it hasn't been knocked loose by his sexual escapades with me. As soon as I'm healed, I'm going to make a break for it. I know one way, and I am going to have to try. It's decided.