My Chief

"Follow me." He bent to retrieve her discarded dress, leaving the torn shift and undergarment, and walked in the opposite direction.

"But Chief! My dress!" She called out as she covered herself and scurried after him.

"You don't need it." He said with a smirk.

"I can't walk around the castle naked! Please, Chief!" she pleaded, grabbing for his arm. He stopped so short she ran right into him.

"You can do.. anything I order you to." he said pointing his finger at her mouth, "You're mine, and while that means many things, it also means you have my protection... you may have been a scullion, but now you belong to the War Chief. You're better. You dont have to worry about reprimand... except from your master." He said with a wink. "Plus, you have to observe some type of punishment for forgetting how to address me. How else will you learn?"

Daphne looked down at her nakedness and nodded her head, unable to believe she was about to be seen naked by everyone who was out at this hour.

"Yes Chief." She eeked out, she was in disbelief, nervous, embarrassed, but most of all, excited. She started walking, slowly because of her recent annihilation by his massive cock, but moving nonetheless.

"Good girl. That way." He said, pointing in the direction of his chambers, and taking his stride just behind hers. Admiring the sway of her hips as her walk became more and more confident, he smiled to himself at what she was willing to do for him. He suspected she liked it, liked being ordered around by him, liked the freedom that came with her decisions being taken away and given to him. She was glowing, barely covering herself, and holding her head higher. It helped that it was the early hours of the morning, and she was fairly certain no one would see her immodest walk through the castle halls, but it was still exhilarating.

Her hands dropped, no longer shielding her nakedness, and she started a bit of a strut for him. She knew he was watching every movement of her body, wondering even, if they were still on the right path to his room, or if he hadn't gotten lost in her brazenness and kept walking just to watch. His low rumbling moan of surprise traveled from her feet up as she unconsciously bit her lip, proud of herself for pleasing him.

"Turn right." He said, his voice huskier than when they'd started the trip. As she turned the corner and looked back at him with dark eyes, he knew he'd revealed the effect she had on him. He took immense pleasure in watching the way her body moved, and anticipated doing a lot more of it before this little promenade was even over. In the candlelight of his chamber hall, a glistening wetness was visible between her thighs. Either she was enjoying this treatment more than she let on, or some of his seed was still inside her, slowly leaking out, as reluctant to leave her as his thick cock was, when it became stuck inside her tiny body.

"Stop." He said, more in control of himself now. She obediently waited as he walked around her, looking only at the naked body he desired to lick, and unlocked his chamber door. He pushed it open and held it for her as he gestured with his head, "After you."

She was relieved to have made the walk without the serious embarrassment of encountering any passersby, and suspected he knew it would be so, wanting only to test her will or obedience, rather than seriously defame her. Either way, the risk had truthfully made her a little wet between her legs. She felt brazen and sexual, desired and free to be wild, but most of all, she felt owned.. and she was thoroughly surprised that this feeling was what aroused her most.

She strode into the middle of the immaculate room. There was not as much ornate detail as through the rest of the castle, it seemed simple, but clean, orderly, and a purpose for everything. She felt a jolt at her sense of belonging in this room. She had a purpose, just like every other possession of his. Standing in the middle of the room, not wishing to presume, she waited for him.

Walking to his dressing cabinet, he removed his clothes and boots, watching her the whole time, admiring the new fixture in his room, and life. Once naked, he made his way to her, fingering a tendril of her hair that had come unpinned during their rutting in the hall. He ran his fingers through her hair and found all of her pins and removed them until her hair flowed down her back.

"I like you like this." he said softly, to which she blushed and showed a tiny smile. She was unavoidably aware of his pulsing erection tapping her hip as he ran his fingers through her mussed hair, so she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed lightly. He shook his head, and covered her hand easily with his own stilling her from encouraging his member.

"Thank you, but if you do that, I will need to be inside you again... and I won't want to stop. It'll be hours of me draining every last drop of wet out of you.. and truthfully, I'm exhausted... and based on the blood I saw mixed with my cum as it leaked out of you, you could use a rest too." She smiled and nodded, feeling the undeniable ache between her legs. After a few steps in the hall, she had more control over her legs than she thought, but winced at the idea of taking more of him tonight.

One hand of his, left her hair and grabbed the back of her neck to pull her to her toes, and closer to his height. He bent and opened his mouth to suck on her bottom lip. She ran her relaxed tongue accross his, asking for entrance, but she wouldn't get it before him. He took her lip between his teeth and bit down, causing her to gasp. When she did, he shoved his tongue into her open mouth, posessing her. He caressed the backs of her teeth and grazed her tongue, before their intimacy was stopped abruptly.

His hand had her by the jaw, and had pushed her face away from his, even as his lips were still red and glistening from their kiss. He shook his head while he made eye contact with her.

"No, no, no.. Temptress. I can't get sucked into you. I need some rest first." She smiled feeling a power she could never imagine was within her. He walked away and laid on the bed, groaning in appreciation. "God, I haven't slept in days. I've been so looking forward to this bed."

Seeing him stretched long under the sheets, she realized she didnt know what to do, where to sleep, how he would summon her when he wanted...

"Why are you standing there?" He asked with his eyes almost closed.

"I don't know what to do... or where to sleep.. or"-

"You sleep with me. You do what I say, or what you want if I don't care. Now come to bed Daphne."

She started towards the bed and crawled in where he had lifted the sheet for her. She got close to his huge form and raised up to speak directly into his ear.

"Yes, Chief." she whispered delicately. He smiled as she had never seen him do, and she curled into his body and fell into a deep satisfying sleep.

She awoke to the bed bouncing and shifting and an animal noise she recognized as fear, trapped and in danger. It was an unpleasant sound, she knew it well, she had made it more times than she wished. Because she woke up in a start, she didnt remember where she was or who might be responsible for the sound, only that she should help.

As she sat straight she reached for the disturbance and felt the huge arm of the chief, and the whole night returned to her memory. He was coated in sweat, whining and tossing as though he was bound and trying to escape. She shook his arm and repeated "Chief" in increasing volume, but it wasnt until she put her hand on his chest that she got a response.

He turned toward her, screaming a war cry, tackling her to the bed, and wrapping his huge hands around her dainty neck. She couldn't even scream or say his name to alert him. She gasped but nothing came. He would squeeze the life out of her in moments if he didn't come to. She pounded her fists against his arms and sides as her head spun and her eyes eliminated the faint light she could see from the early morning peeking through the curtains. She felt drunk, and drained, similar to the night before when he had made her cum so completely.

Before she knew it, cold air rushed into her lungs, her eyes exploded with color, and her head felt dizzy in the way she had tried to accomplish before with drink. The tingle in her fingers was electric, and every breath she had was better than the last.

"Daphne! Answer me!" The chief was shouting over her, looking terrified.

"I'm fine, really!" She said genuinely. "Are you alright?" she asked with concern.

"I almost just killed you, and you want to know if I'm alright?" he asked incredulously.

"You, you were scared, and tossing..." she said as much to explain herself to him, as trying to remember the series of events.

"In my dreams... sometimes, I relive things... Things I don't want to. I didnt know it was obvious.. I havent slept with someone, well.. in a very long time." he looked away from her and ran his strong fingers through the waves in his jet black hair. "When you woke me, I wasn't really awake, I was still there, still.. fighting. I am truly sorry.." He looked to her, sad and frightened. She had seen it before on him, the first time in the dining room, she knew how to soothe the beast now as well as she did then.

She sat up a little in bed resting against the headboard and opened her arms wide to him, gesturing with her fingers for him to come to her. He looked questioningly at her as though he couldn't imagine how she could trust him after that, but was met with no resistance. He curled into her hug and laid there, breathing deeply.

They stayed that way for a long while, both too wired to return to sleep, and enjoying the feeling of their skin touching as they recovered and watched the sunlight become a little brighter in the room. He was tracing the peaks and valleys and curved nature of her ribs when he became curious.

"How does a whore as exquisite as you become a kitchen maid?"

"Well... I'm from.. Drumwick..." She said reluctantly, not wanting to add to his troubles.

"Oh. I'm.. sorry." He said with the slightest shake of his head, trying to forget.

"I'm not. Many terrible things happened to me there, I hadn't much more to live for." She said matter of factly.

"How did you escape?" He asked solemnly.

"When I saw you and your men ride in.. I was certainly terrified, but.. I also thought, maybe it was my chance to escape. There was so much confusion after your generals started the first fires, most people were concerned with fighting, or saving what they could. I skirted around alleys and mass packed streets where there were bodies, dead and alive, everywhere. I took some footpaths I knew well, that covered the perimeter and started heading down the only unbarracaded road out of town, which turned out to be your exit strategy. I was unknowingly walking towards the city that had just burned mine, apparently... I had met men who had come from other places, but I'd never been outside Drumwick, didnt know how far the closest town was, which direction it was, or what I would need to get there. I hid from your retreat and later, was picked up along the road by a surprisingly decent man. He was going further on his journey, but shared his water and some food with me and offered to take me as far as Avonlea. When I got here, I was getting along pretending to be a peasant in need of work, until one of the soldiers I served at dinner remembered buying a romp with me when he travelled through Drumwick. I was discovered as a foreign ex-whore.. probably dont need to tell you what happened after."

"You do not." He knew the way men, especially his soldiers, treated whores, past or present. He also knew the way they treated anyone from a town they'd destroyed. They considered any survivor lucky to be alive and if not under suspicion of being a spy, they were considered subhuman. He felt guilty enough for almost killing her this night, it felt piled on, the responsibility of how his men treated her, even if he would never dare treat any woman that way.

"Don't do that" she pleaded with him.

"What?"

"Let that weight crush you.. You feel three times heavier than you did when you curled into me." She said, reading his mind. He stayed silent, not willing to let it go or argue with her. "No. Those men are not you, and I've had a better life here, than I ever had in Drumwick. You have no reason to let my past weigh on you." she said brushing his hair with her first knuckles. He let his eyes close, hypnotized by her stroking, and a little weight came off. "Speaking of my past... you are the only man I've come across here who doesn't seem bothered by my being a whore."

"I'm not. Maybe it's the same reason you don't seem bothered that I gave the order for your town to be burned to the ground; people do what they have to, in order to live, and people like us.. that have seen and experienced more than most, know what matters and what doesn't. It doesn't matter to me who has been inside you or why, as long as when I am, you're with me."

"I never would have expected that answer from the brutal warlord of Avonlea.. Seems so.. even tempered and.. caring."

"You have to understand. Men like me, who send men off to battle, or order death... we have to cut caring parts of ourselves off to do what needs done. I have tried, but I can't cut it off entirely. I can't be only that, I want more... I am more." He said, looking up at her for the last.

"I can tell. You certainly are many things." She said smiling with her eyes, and truly seeing him.

"And I like many things..." he said as his hold around her tightened like a constricting snake, grabbing handfulls of her flesh, illustrating his point quite clearly. She guffawed at his real meaning and his playful squeezes.

"That wasn't really lost on me either, you're tastes are not exactly like other men." She said remembering men who were nothing but mean to women, and only wanted to hurt them, men who wanted love, men who were aggressive and would never show another side, men who just wanted to play. She had known lots of these singular characters, but the Chief.. he was all of them.

"All of the prim and proper ways of society make me sick. I've seen people at their most base, their most desperate, and cruel... I know better than most, that people are capable of anything, and to limit experiences or care what others think, doesn't matter... and its a waste of a particularly good time." He had been tracing her chest lightly with his nose, speaking into her cleavage, and watching his hot breath send chill bumps over her skin. He particularly enjoyed blowing cold and then hot air onto her stimulated and rock hard nipple.

As his point registered with her, she let her mind wander to what she had just experienced with him. Did she "enjoy" being choked? Sure, it wasnt ideal knowing that he was in a state that could end her life without him being conscious, and she didnt relish waking him from another nightmare, but she couldn't deny that lurking under the surface of her terror at the experience, were feelings she enjoyed.

"Are you alright?" She shook her thoughts away and asked him to repeat himself, now that she wasn't so deep in thought. "Tonight, what happened.. are you okay?" he asked, seemingly reading her mind. She nodded and reassured him genuinely that she was unharmed, 'quite the opposite' she thought.

Satisfied, he went back to exploring every inch of her skin uncovered by his blanket as she continued to hold him. She gasped loudly as he flicked his tongue over her erect nipple repeatedly before sucking it into his nibbling mouth. He snuck a peek at her aroused face before continuing to molest the bud as he desired.

He woke in the late morning on top of Daphne's chest with her nipple resting in the corner of his mouth and a puddle of drool, right under where he had been. He genuinely couldnt remember a better time he'd woken up. Him pulling off of her and laying back to stretch, had woken her up.

"Good morning, Sir... Is there anything I can do for you? She asked sleepily, hoping the answer was no.

"I'm thirsty." He said darkly.

"What do you like in the morning?" She asked attempting to learn his routine.

"Pussy." He said without the slightest inclination towards humor. Her face shot over to see his, unchanged, until he opened one eye to see her reaction. "and yours is very juicy." He yanked her by her arms to laying on top of him. To his delight, she looked astonished and confused and nervous, it was becoming his favorite new state of hers.

"Wha.."-

"You heard me. You want to serve me? Climb up here, and serve your pussy into my mouth. Now." He said as he leaned back onto his pillow as though he was still asleep and spanked her ass to put some urgency into her. She moved as he demanded, but slowly. There were a few men who had paid to lick her before, but she had always bathed first, and been laying on her back, they'd taste her and wet her with their spit before sticking themselves in.

She used her tiny hands to crawl up his massive chest and her knees followed where they could on either side of his torso. He opened his eyes lazily to watch her climb into position, and to see the unwarranted anxiety in her face. She was underneath his arms on both sides when she hesitated. He grabbed the backs of her knees, at her calves, and pulled one leg over his shoulder, so that her knee was near his ear and repeated with the other, then clawed his fingers up her thighs to where she was sat on his chest.

She looked down, through her curtain of hair, at his face, framed by her thighs, and felt her breath catch in anticipation. She rose to her knees with a push from him to her bottom. He smelled her first and rumbled deep in his chest, continuing his clawing up around her waist and butt cheeks. He looked straight into her eyes from where he lay under her, as he took the longest lick from her hole to her clitoris, flicking the tip of his tongue just at the end.

The taste of her was just as delicate and soft as he imagined. The tang of the remnants of their bloody mixture from the night before was a delicious reminder of their union, as if one were needed. His reverie and the feast being fed to him, closed his eyes. He stuck out his tongue for his next lick, and this time wouldn't stop until he drank his fill of her. He traced the tip of his tongue from her hole up one side of her folds, around her clit, grazing it with the soft side, and back down the other lips, before finishing with a run up the middle and a quick suck of her still placid nub.

Daphne gripped the post of his bed and his headboard, as her thighs jolted in surprise. She almost felt like she could feel every bump on his tongue as it rolled over her sensitivity. She was frozen in shock, holding her breath, only able to feel the undeniable perfection of his mouth. Her body finally recognized its essential need for air and her gasp was followed by a quick squeak as she felt him pause to bite both of her inner thighs, which shook in response.

He flicked, licked, and slurped on her pearl with precision, turning up her heat. His hands roamed over her hips delighting in the quivering muscles and urging her to sit more fully onto his face. The feelings were so intense she wanted to get closer and farther away from the torturous pleasure at the same time, resulting in a bouncing of her ass against his stubbled chin, earning her three, very hard, very fast spanks.

Suddenly his large tongue was tense and his urging hands at her hips became demanding as he forced her down onto his face, inserting his tongue into her empty cunt. She could just barely feel the wiggle of his talented muscle very shallowly inside her and she squeezed around it while giggling in delight. That giggle made his cock ache desperately, and he reluctantly let go of one hip to squeeze his needy erection, only to find it already leaking. The groan he let loose sent a wonderful vibration into her that made her copy him, hoping to replicate the feeling.