Kaal

Chapter 1

Kaal gazed over his war prize with pride, feeling a sense of smug satisfaction that came after a hard fought battle for a plush, fertile, Maiden. He leaned closer, inhaling her scent as she laid unknowingly on his bed, safe inside his keep. Yes, he thought, he would take care of his Maiden well.

A knock at the door stole his attention. He granted entrance and stood, prepared for any threat that may arrive. Gridis entered slowly, aware that the keeps master had found his Maiden, aware that he would be irritable and on high guard toward everyone until they were properly bound.

Gridis stayed where he was, just one step in the room, prepared to flee, should his news be too upsetting. He did not flinch when Kaal barked a harsh, "speak!" He was very used to the keep master's moods.

"The ambassador of the Fey Kind is here to speak with you, Lord. He says they are owed an audience for your attack on a group of satyrs earlier today. They said the attack was unprovoked and are demanding compensation." By the time Gridis finished, Kaal was trembling with rage.

"They dare to-" his yell was abruptly cut when the sound of rustling blankets was heard in the room. Forgetting everything else, Kaal spun and rushed to reclaim the chair by his Maiden's side. She stirred lightly, eyes fluttering, a soft moan came from parted lips as she raised a small hand to her aching head. She struggled to remember what had happened.

She flinched in surprise when a large, strong, calloused hand tenderly took her own, raising it to soft, plush lips, surrounded by a thick, soft beard. She wrestled with her consciousness, fighting to become more aware. She succeeded in opening her eyes at last, and as she looked up, the pain left her.

Leaning over her, was a giant, dark skinned man. His lower face was covered by a black beard. It was full, and well maintained, trimmed around his mouth and combed. The black hair atop his head swirled in wide, full curls, cut shorter on the sides so the hair did not reach his ears. His eyes were wide as they watched her, his dilated pupils encased by a deep, fiery gold. She observed his strong, sharp jawline, a slightly crooked nose with a dark scar across the bridge from a break, and defined cheekbones. A dusting of darker freckles splayed over his cheeks and nose.

He was the most handsome man that Ella had ever laid eyes on. This must be a dream. Struggling to remember how she got here, she slowly sat up, turning her gaze towards the rest of him. Gods... He was absolutely ripped. His lordly clothing did nothing to hide his body. He was cut like a warrior. His body was made to wage war. His biceps were easily as big, if not bigger than her thighs. His chest strained the fabric that covered it, the black overcoat with silver embroidery looked wrong on this man. His tight black pants on the other hand... They showed off thighs as thick as she was around. Taunt muscles beckoned her hands, inviting her touch. She noticed the growing bulge centered between his legs and could not stop the sound that was pulled from her throat. His answering rumble nearly made her faint.

As Ella took in the strange, handsome man, he returned the favor. He gazed for the first time at her eyes, amazed by the light grey hue. As she sat up, he was again given a lovely view of her body. He had glimpsed at what she had to offer when he rescued her from the entitled Fey Kind. The greed and lust of the satyrs knew no limits. They would have fucked her to death, had they been allowed. They were brutal beasts and a danger to any woman, Maiden or not, that they came across.

In a bid to distract himself from rage, he focused on her form. Her chest swelled, rising with each gentle breath, pulling the taunt fabric of the shirt even tighter, the longer she gazed at him the more her nipples seemed to harden. Kaal had never felt more satisfied. His small, human Maiden liked the look of him. He noticed the way she focused her eyes on his cock. An eager noise slipped past her lips, making his cock twitch. He answered with his mating growl and was rewarded when her fluttering eyes darted back to his.