This is part 2 of my BDSM story with a fantasy setting. I would recommend reading chapter 1 before reading this selection. There will only be one more part, but I may post another chapter of "Neighbor" before posting Ch. 3.
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In the weeks that passed, Kie'ran and I settled into a routine, of sorts. I awoke beside him each morning, held protectively in his embrace. As a warrior, I appreciated the novelty.
We would take our morning meal together. Then, we would meet with his advisors. Afterwards, Kie'ran and I engaged in warrior training, one of my favorite parts of the day.
Following the midday meal, Kie'ran would sit atop his throne—yes, the throne where he pounded me mercilessly on our mating night. He would meet with his subjects and settle disagreements and address grievances.
Our evening would end with the evening feast, often with visitors from other realms and boisterous entertainment. Late in the evening, as our two twin moons hovered hauntingly in the night's sky, we retreated to Kie'ran's massive bedchamber.
On the surface, it all seemed very normal, the way I described our daily activities. But, it was truly anything but ordinary.
This was also the time I learned to serve Kie'ran properly. I was to call him "Master" when we were in private unless he permitted me to call him "Kie'ran." In turns, I was geela (serving girl), sana (pet), or, in moments of extreme roughness, neeheehi (slave).
He told me of his travels, particularly to Ha'akai, a savage land where there were no female warriors, where women were trained from birth to submit to their future mates. From the moment he first saw me, he envisioned my submission to him.
As part of my training, I was allowed no clothes. Luckily, this was the warm season. I was unsure if this would continue into the season of ice when the icy chill spread from the south to blanket our land in a sheet of crystalline ice.
From our very first morning after we mated, Kie'ran insisted that I awaken him, after slipping from his warm embrace, by taking his cock down my throat. But he was very particular about his expectations when I sucked him.
Per his instructions, I was to slide down his body, curving myself against him as my fingers curled around his calves. I was to maintain eye contact at all times—even then, while he still slumbered. My mouth pressed to the tip from which his essence would shoot.
Teasing was allowed as my tongue and lips caressed his member, usually already rigidly hard in the morning light. Tormenting was not. Once, in the early days of my training, my teeth closed on his shaft as I struggled to change position. His growl should have warned me.
My next conscious thought was that his fingers were tangled in my hair as he used my raven-and-fire locks to yank me up over his lap. My pussy dripped from an intoxicating blend of apprehension, pain, and arousal.
Rough fingers shoved my remaining hair up over my ass, high up my back. I shivered, feeling the callouses dig into my tender skin. My body trembled as I saw him reach for his bre'at, the stick with the bull leather tip that he used to propel his fet'a, his battle animal, forward on the fields of the kingdom.
"Neeheehi," he ground out, "you have bitten me in a way that is unacceptable. Your punishment is ten strikes of the bre'at on your upturned ass. One extra will crash down on your exposed cunt."
Again, being a warrior, I was no stranger to pain—or to discipline. This punishment seemed different. My pose was that of a recalcitrant child receiving an equally juvenile punishment.
But, as his neeheehi, I had no rights. His word was law absolute, even beyond his commands as king. He owned my body and my soul.
Calming slightly, he told me of another location he traveled before retiring his battle armor to don his crown. Ja'la'chaip was a kingdom beyond the sea of ice. Slaves of all varieties were there subjected to harsher punishments than mine for transgressions far milder than mine.
He pressed the tip of his bre'at to my lips and insisted I kiss it. I did so, my eyes, locked on his icy blue glare, revealing my trepidation.
"You are not to count, neeheehi, as the slaves in that kingdom are required to do. You are, however, to thank me at the end of the punishment and stand in the corner of the room, facing the wall, your hands clenched and touching the wall above your head, contemplating your actions and the punishment that was their consequence, until time for the morning meal. You are not to speak or move during that time."
I knew his strength, and I knew the effects that the bre'at could have on rough animal hides. Nodding, I remained unresisting as he positioned my arms far in front of my head.
The stirring in the air warned me that my punishment was commencing. The curled, doubled up tab at the tip caught the air, making the air whine in its grip.
THWACKKKKKK! I could not suppress the scream that erupted from my lips. My body tensed, and my hands separated as I reached back to protect my ass, burning with the line of fire the bre'at produced.
"You may make any sounds you wish, neeheehi, but you will remain perfectly still." To my dismay, I sensed a quickening of my breath that signified arousal. My thighs grew slick as my cunt drippings stained them.
