Hours later and they were both bathed, her smelling a thousand times better and feeling a little more consciously aware of her current situation. He had ordered one of his guards to switch out the double wrist manacles for one weighty iron clasp that went around her left ankle and kept her clipped to the central tent pole with a long chain. He had then personally rubbed a medicinal smelling salve into her wrists, his eyes on her downturned face.
"Name?" he asked her, his voice devoid of emotion even as his thumbs rubbed at her wrists, his body up close to hers. He had laced his breeches back onto his hips but hadn't put anything else on but his boots, choosing instead to stoke the fire higher and hotter.
The advantage of keeping her head down meant she could study the nice looking chest in her face, noting the two largest scars. One was curved along his left side, the other more central, between the base of his ribs. He had some chest hair but not too much. "Fellis."
"And how old?"
"Twenty two, I think," she answered gently, lifting her head without really thinking about it. His dark hair was damp from bathing after she had and it had dripped onto his shoulders, drawing her attention. A legged snake tattoo crawled its way over his left shoulder, curving down onto his collarbone, looking like one of the old wyrms that had populated her gran's bedtime tales.
He loosened her hands and stepped back, turning his shoulder her way as he obviously went searching for something. She appreciated the tail of the tattooed beast as it curved down his spine, her eyes following it until he turned back with a handful of fabric. Rennyn handed it her way, nodding that she should accept it. Fellis took the deep blue linen in her hands, letting it unfold to a long, though thin, robe. The sleeves of it were wide and long, with draw ties that could shorten them. It had no belt but she didn't care, already appreciating the cover and comfort it offered her.
He watched her pull it on, her movements careful as she drew damp and messy blonde hair out from beneath its thin collar. His hand stayed her from closing it around herself but the warmth on her back and shoulders was a gift she appreciated.
"That should do for some warmth and privacy. My men come and go often. They needn't spend their time ogling your tits."
"I stay here, with you?" she asked, eyes on his face and searching.
A smirk tipped his lips as he waved to the sturdy looking cot backed off to one corner of the tent. "Where else shall I fuck you?"
She looked longingly at the furs and blanket that covered it. It looked as though she might barely make it onto the bed pad, though, the distance the farthest from the center of the tent. It would be a stretch of her new iron tether. "Of course, Captain."
"I'll have one of the surgeons examine your cunt first," Rennyn said curtly, his eyes taking down the front of her. "In the meantime, you have a pretty little mouth and two hands."
Fellis just nodded, flinching only slightly as he reached for her face. She swallowed fast and made herself still as he took hold of her chin.
"Do you enjoy sucking cock, truthfully? I don't abide lies."
She hemmed a little sound in her throat before shrugging. "Depends entirely on the cock, Captain. Some of them are quite nice."
He barked out a sudden and surprising laugh between them, his hands catching at the fabric of the robe so that he could walk her with him. He pulled her along by the robe as he stepped back to the seat at his makeshift desk. He didn't sit, though. One hand went to his laces and Fellis tentatively reached for them, gently pressing his fingers away so that he wouldn't react too sharply. He let her undo them, reaching for one of her breasts instead, weighing it in his palm. Her nipple got purposely pinched between his knuckles and she swallowed hard, focusing on what she was doing. It wasn't easy once both his hands found her breasts and started fondling them. Each tug or twist on her nipples shot heat between her thighs.
"Nice enough?" he asked huskily as fabric came undone and she pulled his cock free, her fingers curling around its hardening warmth. It wasn't overly large but he had nothing to be ashamed of, either. The length was more impressive than its girth but even as she considered it she felt it get thicker as blood and pleasure flooded his groin. Fellis started to kneel slowly, giving him ample time to release her breasts and guide her downward movement instead. By the time she was on her knees he was already cupping her jaw, a thumb rubbing her lips. He drove his thumb into her mouth, prying her lips apart and drawing down her jaw as a hint, his cock aimed her way.
"Yes, sir," she murmured, lowering her head and flicking her tongue across the tip. She passed it back and forth over the head before circling around it and she felt his hips relax, his hands both catching in her hair and flexing closed. She'd have to ask him for a brush at some point soon.
