David woke the next morning and looked down at the sleeping Alanna. God, he'd only known her a day, but from the very first minute he'd seen her at the auction, being looked over by Curtis, he'd had a surge of protective feeling for her. Now he was wondering if he happened to be looking down at the perfect woman for him. Funny, how quickly she was worming her way into his affections. After just one day he wanted nothing more than to stay here in bed with her.
A silly proposition, at any rate, he had a feeling she was going to be much too sore to do everything he wanted. And he'd like to give her some time to get her bearings before he put more demands on that delicious body of hers.
Down boy, he thought at his rampant cock. Obviously that part of his body wasn't so on board with waiting. He could understand why though, she was as beautiful asleep as she was awake, only so much more vulnerable looking. Softly parted lips just waiting to be kissed... or fucked... tousled curls spread over the pillow, soft flesh pressed against his side... and the expression on her face was so peaceful, and still lit with the glow of multiple orgasms. Looking down at that expression he felt a lot of pride, fully justified considering how much pleasure he'd been able to heap upon her last night.
That didn't mean that there wouldn't be some struggles with her of course... but to be honest, he was starting to think that he'd relish them. Having her try to verbally stop him last night and then establishing his dominance over her had been an incredible turn on for him, especially because of the way she'd submitted. She'd given herself over to him completely.
Shit, there went his cock again.
Time to get out of bed and see about getting her some food. Carefully he untangled himself from the sheets and covered her back up before putting on some soft pants and heading downstairs to see what the staff could get them in terms of breakfast.
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Alanna awoke to the most delicious smells. She sat up in bed to see her Master entering the room with a tray full of food. She blushed as she realized that her movement had caused the top part of her body to become uncovered, and she pulled at the sheets, bringing them up to cover her naked breasts. Master raised an eyebrow at her, looking amused and she blushed again. Perhaps it was silly to cover herself when he had seen, touched and tasted so much more of her body, but she was unused to being unclothed in front of anyone. Since he didn't say anything, she kept the sheets tucked under her armpits so that she was somewhat covered. Part of her wished she could cover her shoulders more modestly, but then she wouldn't have her hands free to eat.
She shifted under the covers as Master sat on the bed, laying the tray down between them, and winced as the movement made her very aware of just how sore her sacred female parts were. They felt... used. Which they most certainly had been. But the soreness wasn't very painful, just uncomfortable, as though she'd worked out muscles that had never been used before. Which was probably pretty close to the truth.
"Here," Master handed her two small pills and a glass of orange liquid. "This will help with any residual pain that you have."
"Thank you Master," Alanna replied as she took the pills and swallowed them. The liquid was sweet and thick on her tongue, like nothing she'd ever had before. Females on Repiban had been kept on a strict diet, which did not include any liquid to drink other than water, although she'd seen men drinking liquids with color, but she did not know the names of any of them. Her Uncle had had a dark, almost bubbly drink every night with their evening meal.
Master watched her drink and she lowered her eyes shyly, feeling unnerved by his close attention.
"Eat," he told her. "Whatever you like off the tray."
He himself picked up a strawberry, which she recognized. Strawberries were available on Repiban, but they were a restricted food, only meant for special celebrations like weddings and then only eaten by the bride and groom. They were supposed to have some kind of powerful force to them, that would help with the mating ritual, which must be celebrated on the wedding night. Considering that she had already done that, she wasn't sure why Master was serving her strawberries, but she was very curious as to what they tasted like, so she took one. The sweet flavor burst across her tongue, just as lovely as the orange liquid that she'd taken her pills with. After she finished her first strawberry she waited for something to happen - perhaps a renewal of that hunger between her legs? But nothing did. It just made her tongue tingle with happiness at the flavor. Shrugging she began to pick her way around the tray, choosing mostly fruit, because that's what she was familiar with.
David was enjoying watching Alanna eat, seeing the emotions and interest running across her face. Obviously the strawberries had meant something special to her, although he wasn't sure what. Watching her lick the juices from a slice of melon off her fingers was getting him hard again. The effect she had on him was ridiculous. Fortunately he'd taken the time to call out of work this morning, he would have to go in this afternoon even though he didn't want to. He'd rather stay here and continue his training with her... but there were things to be done and she would probably need a break. He was sure that she would be sore today, and he didn't want to push her too much when it came to the acts that the Repibans considered perverted. Not yet at least.
"Here," he handed her a pastry. "Try this."
The look on her face as she bit into the sweet cheese danish was both amusing and sad. It was obvious that she'd been sheltered in more than just one way, considering her reaction to the flavorful foods and the orange juice that he'd given her. He was going to enjoy expanding so many of her horizons. Watching her greedily gobble down the pastry and then eye a similar one on the tray made him want to laugh out loud. Considering how much exercise he'd given her last night, a second pastry wasn't going to hurt her any. He picked up it, but instead of handing it to her, this one he fed to her bite by bite. The color in her face told him that his presence was affecting her, although he wasn't entirely sure if it was just embarrassment or something else.
Alanna couldn't believe that Master was feeding her. That was something that was reserved only for the First Wife of the household, to be fed the choicest bits by her husband. Of course, she supposed that since the Demogans practiced 'monogamy' that meant that she was the First Wife. But did that mean that she would also have to indulge him every time he wanted to practice the perversion of mating for pleasure? There were no other wives for him to mate with. She wasn't sure she could handle that, as wonderful as the pleasure last night had been, she was too sore this morning to mate again. The look in his eyes as he brought the wonderful, flaky, creamy food to her lips had that same look of need in it that he'd had last night, and it made her stomach flutter. Knowing exactly what he could do to her, how wonderful he could make her feel, she wondered why her people thought it was such a sin... perhaps they'd been wrong. After all, it was their planet that was gone now, not the Demogans.
Master picked up the tray and set it on a table next to the bed.
"Come," he held out his hand, obviously wanting her to take it. She put her hand in his, feeling some trepidation, and he tugged on it, pulling her from the bed. Reluctantly she let the sheets slide from her naked body, displaying herself in front of him yet again. Sneaking a glance, she could see that his cock, as he called it, was a hard bulge at the front of his pants again, not the softened appendage that it had turned into last night after he'd been satisfied.
He led her through a door opposite the one that they'd entered the bedroom from. There was a toilet and a sink, and another door, which he opened to reveal another room that had a giant depression in the center of it. The opposite side of it sloped up into the wall, with smooth curves and dips, and she could see straps like the ones he'd put on her wrists and ankles last night adorning that side of the room.
