Sold To The Beast (On hold)

Chapter Eleven

Eve was bored. Hans had been gone for little over an hour. She had changed from his t-shirt into a strapless sundress she had found. She wore no undergarments. She found the whole concept of women wearing such things completely confusing. Besides, at the rate she and Hans were going, she would not be dressed long enough for such things to matter. 

Eve wandered the halls, counting down the minutes until he returned. Though it had been only days, Eve had noticed a change falling over her. Her once vibrant blue skin now dulled. It was still blue...just a light shade of it. It was somewhat worrisome. She had first noticed it that morning, after Hans had departed. 

Mia stood in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes trailing Eve as she descended the stairs. Eve paused, head tilting. Mia offered a simple smile, waving for her to join her. Eve did as instruction, slowly entering the kitchen. 

"Would you care for some coffee?" She inquired, returning to the stove.

"C-coffee?" Eve knew by scent that the cup Mia cupped in her hand held the same substance Hans had been drinking that morning. Her fingers wrapped around the mug, body freezing for a moment. Though it was true her sense of smell was more potent than that of a human, she should not have been able to smell it from clear across the kitchen.

Eve slid into a chair, setting the steaming mug down for a moment. Mia brought a cup of her own, joining the young siren at the table. They sat in silence a moment, Mia sipping her coffee. "Are you liking your new home?"

Eve smiled, "Indeed. It is...different than I am used to."

Mia smirked, "You will adjust. We all did."

Eve paused, mug halfway to her lips, "There were more....like me?"

Mia's head shook, "Oh, no, my dear. The Master seems quite fond of you. He did have others that, eventually, found their way into his bed but I do not believe I have ever seen him so quickly attracted to someone before," Mia set aside her mug, "Forgive me for asking but I over the Master speaking to someone on the phone. He says you are only half siren?"

Eve nodded her head, "Aye. I never met the one who impregnated by mother and she refused to speak of him."

"I see. Would it be possible you are half were? It would explain Master's reaction to you."

Eve frowned. That was a possibility she had never considered before. She had always been under the impression she was sired by a human. It would make sense though. The were species were a highly intelligent and dominant race. If mother sought only the strongest, it was very possible she'd managed to seduce a Were.

"It's-it's possible."

Mia said nothing further. The two drank their coffee in silence. Before leaving, she produced a small, rectangular device, "Here. It is called a cell phone. The Wifi has already been attached so you can browse the internet."

Eve took the device with some apprehension. The phone chirped to life at the press of a button. Mia pointed towards an "E" on the screen, showing her how to access internet.  Eve stared at the device, watching in awe as the screen lit up. She couldn't read very well but, as she scrolled, she came across some rather interesting videos. She clicked one. A couple appeared on the small screen. Eve's eyes widened, leaning in for a closer look. The man sat in a chair, much like the one she sat upon while the woman rested in his lap. Both were without clothing.

Noises erupted from the phone. The sound cause heat to creep into her face, her core tightening. the couple were seemingly engaged in intercourse, the woman rocking her hips back and forth. Eve quickly shut the video, placing the phone on the table. She sucked in her bottom lip, thighs clenching shut. She felt another heat approaching. Her eyes flickered towards the clock. She had no earthly idea what time Hans would return. What was she to do until then?

Her fingers scratched down the table, forehead resting against the wood. Perhaps a hot bath would calm her heat until his return. She managed to stumble upstairs, legs shaking. She filled the tub with steaming water, sliding her fevered body into the water. If anything, the water made it worse.

She whimpered, back arching slightly from the tub. Her hand dipped beneath the heat, gliding between her legs. Here, it was not forbidden for a woman to touch herself. Her fingers slid between her folds, teasing her most sensitive parts. It was not enough to satisfy her urges but, as she stroked her fire, it was enough to lower it.

The door opened, the sound of boots echoing across the floor, snapped her attention back to the room. Her hand removed itself from between her thighs, eyes travelling to see who stood above her. Hans stood there, gazing down at her. His eyes held a mix of anger and approval.

"So, you are touching yourself now?" He knelt, lips touching hers, "That's quite a naughty thing to do."

Eve wrapped an arm around his neck, remaining in the tub, "I-I thought..."

His fingers curled around a breast, fingers pinching her nipple, "I took an early lunch." He purred, "Now I'm glad I did." His fingers left her breast, grazing down her abdomen, "I'll call the office. I'm sure they can handle one day without me." 

His touch drifted further, his entire arm disappearing beneath the surface of the water. His fingers curled in her mound, teasing her. She whimpered, hips jerking forward in need. His touch vanished. Her eyes opened. He stood, slowing stripping the clothing from his body. He motioned for her to move up. The water sloshed as she re-positioned herself in the tub. His sturdy form slid behind her.

He wasted little time. He forced her to his knees, bracing her hands on the edge of the tub. It was quite wide, wide enough for him to spread her legs. His hand rested on the small of her back, the other positioning his manhood between her folds.

"Hold on." He half spoke, half growled, pushing his hips forward.