CHAPTER THREE
A New Life
I awoke with Dolphus' body all around me. His thick thigh was draped over my hip. His one arm acted as a pillow for my head while his other arm and chest pinned me beneath him. Light was streaming through a hole in the ceiling above us, casting a beam at an angle that suggested it was early morning.
Dolphus stirred but didn't loosen his grip. I felt something tickling my ear and then realized that it was his upper lip wagging back and forth over my lobe. I lifted my shoulder as I sniggered. I thought it would be hint enough that I wanted him to stop because he was tickling me. He either didn't get the hint or he ignored it.
"You are a ticklish one."
I tried to move away but his grip tightened around me. Between giggles, I managed to plead with him. "Please...stop."
Dolphus sighed and settled for nuzzling my mass of unruly curls. "Sorry for all the hair. It's a mess, I know."
He lifted his head suddenly, prompting me to crane my neck to check his expression. He was frowning. "Do not refer to your lovely mane as a mess."
Dolphus nipped my neck enough to cause a momentary sting. "
Ow!
" I flashed him an irritated look. "I can call it whatever I want. It's
my
hair."
Growling, Dolphus tipped his head and placed his ridged horn against my neck. It was a warning signal, I knew, but I couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from my chest. It caught both of us equally off guard. Dolphus lifted his head to eye me curiously.
"You are both brave and stubborn. It is your weakness."
"My weakness? Those are strong traits to have where I come from."
"To an extent, yes. These horns could hurt you. You must remember that. If a satyr shows you theirs, you must take it seriously."
"But you weren't going to hurt me just now."
"You don't know that."
"I do know that. Someone as affectionate and honest as you could never just turn in an instant."
"Not now. But in another month, you must keep your stubbornness in check."
"Breeding season." I stated it more than posed the question.
"You must submit without question."
"What happens if I don't?"
"I will take you by force."
My heart rate doubled in an instant. What was disturbing to me was that it wasn't because I was frightened by the thought. Dolphus' nostrils fluttered, indicating he'd picked up a new scent. His eyes locked on mine.
"Emitting that scent will only drive me further into madness."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
I heard movement in the main chamber and froze in fear. Dolphus, however, wasn't the least bit alarmed. He kept his gaze locked on me. "It is only Loomis. He paced a trench outside the door before entering."
"How do you know?"
"I could hear him."
"Shouldn't we, uh ..." It felt rude to stay tangled up in bed with company present.
"This is our home. If I wished to take you now, it would not matter if he were here. He would not think it impolite in the least."
"But, he can see us."
"Yes. Satyrs have no modesty, little one. You will soon grasp this concept."
With that, he unwrapped himself from my body and stood up. I groaned from the sudden loss of heat but quickly forgot it when I noticed that his manhood was once again protruding obscenely from its curly lair. This time it was enormous, jutting proud and erect at an upward angle.
He displayed it without shame to me and then turned to Loomis. "Good morning, Loomis."
I watched with distress as Loomis turned toward Dolphus. His pleasant smile didn't waver. "And to you, Sir."
Dolphus cocked an eyebrow at me as if to say, 'I told you so' just before bending over and yanking the covers completely off the bed.
I screeched and clamored to cover myself, all the while staring up at him in horror.
"You will not respect me if I baby you."
I shot daggers at him with my eyes. I wanted to yell all sorts of unkind things to wipe that smug grin off his face.
"Oh, I can feel how badly you want to spar, but now is not the time. We've slept late. I must go very soon."
I forgot to be irritated when I heard this news. "Go? Where?"
"Come, Ashira."
He offered me his hand and I took it to help steady myself as I rose. Then he pressed his lips to mine in a chaste kiss. It was brief and passionless. Not the way I envisioned my first kiss at all. But then again, I never pictured being a bought slave to a satyr, either.
***
Much of the day was spent exploring the immediate area around the dwelling so I could recognize how to find it. It was amazingly well camouflaged amongst the pine trees and rocks.
Loomis was quite helpful in instructing me on the more practical aspects of gaining my bearings. I'd been somewhat shy around him at first, but that faded fairly quickly. He was by far the most sheeplike of all the satyrs that I'd seen so far. Fur blanketed his entire frame and his face hardly had any human characteristics. The way he spoke was different, too. He often mixed up sentences so they came out backwards.