Kaal

Chapter 2

Kaal had to drag a dazed Ella from the bed. Her stomach gurgled a bit, full from his fluids. He grinned down at her. His satisfied, soft female was full of him. He was going to parade her through the palace, letting everyone smell his claim on her, see the art he had made on her face and neck. She had purple stains on her white skin in the shape of hands and fingers where he had grabbed her.

He brought her to the closet, reaching in a drawer for the first of many presents he would bestow on his Maiden. He pulled out a silver plug, the end had a grey diamond set into the base, watching her eyes. He pulled her up against him, letting her head rest lazily on his shoulder. With one skilled hand, he wiped the plug in her pussy juices for lubrication, and pressed the tip firmly into her ass. Ella moaned softly in his ear as it went in. "Good job, my sweet female. You did so well. You just have to keep that inside for the meeting. Then I'll let you use the bathroom." He traveled the few steps to his bathroom mirror, getting a good view of his Maiden's jeweled ass with her legs spread to wrap around his hips. "Let's get you another gift, my love."

He brought them back through the closet, opening another, shallower drawer. She dozed lightly as he browsed the jewelry he had. She was breathing softly on his neck, feeling so light in his arms. So this was what it is like to have a Maiden. He grinned to himself, loving every second of this. She was perfect. Submissive, eager, needy. Kaal was so excited to find out all of her other sides during the years they would have together. He was so thankful to have her in his life, so thankful that she had been so easy for him. Kaal had heard of other matches going bad as soon as they met. Sometimes it took time to make it past the preconceived notions each race held against the others. Men of the Moon and humans were by no means friends. War between the two races had been fought for decades, only ending twenty or so years ago when the destruction on both sides became too much. It was agreed that they would not interact. He wondered if this human was important enough to reignite the wars.

"Ella, my match, what is your family name?" His question jarred Ella from her sleep. She made a noise of discontent in her throat.

"Family name? My last name? It's...," she yawned, cutting herself off, thinking more. "I don't know." She fell silent against his shoulder again, doing her best to remember. It scared her, not being able to remember her last name. What else was she forgetting?

"Darling," his voice was soft, easing her building panic. "Can you tell me who your parents are? Their names and positions?" She was unresponsive. Just when he was about to ask again he felt her shake her head. Ella truly had forgotten any family she may have.

"I don't remember, Kaal," her voice was small. "How did you find me? What happened to the satyrs?"

He hated to hear her so frightened, so lost. "Be at ease, female. You belong to me now and I will take care of you. You dont need to worry about a thing. Any needs you have will be let by me, any troubles are now mine, any desires I will satisfy." He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in, letting her understand the gravity of his vows. Then he answered her question. "I was out with my scouts last night, making sure the Forest boundaries were undisturbed and everything was quiet. We were about to turn for home when we saw lightning strike from a clear sky. Thinking it was a sign of magic we went to investigate. We found you, clothes shredded, laying against the forest floor, surrounded by a pack of satyrs, drunken and dancing merrily. They were working themselves up, entering their breeding frenzy when we got there. By the smell of it, none had touched you." He had to stop himself, remembering the bloodbath that ensued when he caught her scent. The damned beasts fluffing themselves in preparation to deflower his Maiden, arguing over who would break her maidenhead.

"Will they be back for me," her voice barely reached his ears, as close as she was. She shivered in his arms, pressing herself closer. She may not have known who she was or why she was there, but she knew what satyrs did. They were ugly little men, always traveling in groups of at least six. They had human bodies until their waist, small horns curling from their forehead. Their legs were those of a goat. They stole you from the Forest paths, taking through dizzying routes until you lost all sense of direction. They drank their special wine, stimulating themselves into a frenzy and made the woman run. They would chase her down and whoever caught her would have their way with her. This would be repeated over and over, until the woman could no longer run. Then They would gather around and take turns, fucking her until she died.