"Old clothes you hung on to for sentimental reasons," Cassandra added, smiling softly, "you're a lovely little gem indeed, former maiden of mine..."
Polly blushed, Bashuk reached out and ruffled the girl's blonde locks, and then they proceeded to the private hallway, and from there to the living room. The pack was gathered at the couches, with Denora, Vala, and Leavy snuggled up against their favorite males. The three males that had accompanied them to the stables and the Infirmary, headed for the couches too, but Bashuk didn't. He stopped in front of the doors to the bedchamber instead, and then gave her a look that made her blush. "In you go," he said, gesturing at the doors, "you're in need of some attention." Cassandra swallowed, and then did as ordered.
The doors closed audibly behind her as she moved towards the huge bed, while her fingers undid the clasp of her cardigan. Her master caught up with her again just before she reached her destination, and his big hands slid around her, rubbed her tummy, and then moved up beneath the opened cardigan, towards her breasts. "You're upset," her master said, as he cupped her large mounts, and his strong fingers gently squeezed the smooth firm flesh. She started denying it. "You always are after you've been reminded of your former lover," he interrupted her, and then his hands moved outwards, and lifted the cardigan from her shoulders.
She slipped out of the garment and watched her master fold it and drop it on the foot-end of the nearby bed. "Remove your sandals," he ordered. Cassandra knelt, and once she had complied, she got up again. Bashuk lifted the side of the comforter, "In you go," he said. She did as she was told, shuffling towards the center of the bed and turning on her back. He started undressing, and she watched him closely. He wasn't only much taller than a man, he was much broader too, and there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. She watched his powerful muscles move beneath his smooth brownish-green skin, skin decorated with the intricate patterns of his tribal tattoos.
He was a sculpture, the epitome of maleness, and her body reacted to it. She felt her pussy moisten while her eyes followed him as he moved over to the windows and closed the curtains, before returning, lifting the comforter, and sliding into the bed too. She spread her knees and lifted them as he moved up to her. Her master smiled, and then his arms slipped around her, and he pulled her against him. She ended up on her side, facing him, and then he kissed her, fleetingly. "I noticed your mood change," he said softly, "you have to put him behind you, because if you don't nothing good will come of it."
She knew he was right, and that he didn't demand anything he had no right to. She owed him, and he had only been good to her, and also to her girls. She nodded timidly, "I..., I know. I just need some time..., I promise..." He said nothing, but his fingers wandered over her abdomen, and the tips circled her belly button, caressed her. She blushed, "Yes, I promise, as many as you desire..."
He smiled, "I can't wait to watch your belly swell from my seed, but I will, because you need and deserve my patience."
She swallowed, "Would you like to have me now?"
He shook his head, "I would like to, but I don't want to tire you, and myself, because of what's planned for this evening." She moaned softly. "Are you looking forward to it?" her master asked, sounding neutral, actually a little too neutral.
She bit her lower lip. "Yes and no," she then answered truthfully. "The pleasure slave is looking forward to getting pleasured by half a dozen males simultaneously, and has been fantasizing about it, but the former Kangess feels ashamed of her shameless sexual desires...," She hesitated, "And Cassy is a little worried, about how her master truly feels about having to share his prize with so many..."
"That depends on who I have to share you with," Bashuk replied, "and why..." He thought for a moment. "I really hated having to share you with Kragos and his pack, even before he assaulted you, and his 'pack' turned out to be a hit-squad. The males of my own pack represent the other end of the scale though." The hand on her belly moved to her hip, and the fingers of the other one caressed her face. "They are my own, and I know they care about you, which makes a huge difference." He chuckled, "and having something to look forward to myself helps of course..."
"The girls," she reacted.
"Yes," he said, "six young bellies to fill, three through the cunt, two through the throat, and one..."
She chuckled in turn, "Whose ass are you planning to fuck?"
He grinned, "Well, Leavy's of course... Roughly, and with not too much lube. Just like she's going to like it... Especially with all the other girls watching." Cassandra frowned, and he kissed her once more, on her nose this time. "Don't worry, I realize disclosing her dirty little secret made her vulnerable, so I'll be extra careful not to hurt her, and I'll use plenty of lube."
Cassandra kissed him back, "Thank you Sir..."
Her master pulled her closer, "Alright, and now I want you to take a little nap till tea-time..."
It was clear he wasn't going anywhere, and that he was going to keep her company too, so she snuggled up to him, and closed her eyes. It had already gotten nicely warm beneath the comforter, Bashuk's hands were caressing her everywhere, and it didn't take her long to doze off like the good prize she was.
***
Bashuk woke her just before teatime, and as she was assisting him with dressing, she noticed his gear, that had been resting against the north-western wall, next to the door to the study, was missing. "Your stuff's gone," she said, gesturing in the direction of where it had been.
Her master nodded, "Yes, I know, the girls put it all in the wardrobe this morning." Cassandra looked down, it was yet another reminder of her loss of status, and territory. His fingers lifted her chin, and he locked eyes with her, "I have no doubt that Denora took the utmost care storing your dresses..." She didn't doubt that either, not for a second, but she was wondering about the why. She was wondering about why he had allowed the storage of her dresses in the first place. Was it just because he hadn't wanted to hurt Denora's feelings, or..." She searched his eyes for an answer, but the only thing she found there was care, as usual.
"Thank you," she whispered, "they have sentimental value, I wouldn't want..." Her eyes moistened, and as they did Bashuk reached out and pulled her against him, and then he started caressing her. Cassandra's mind was in turmoil. Was he just trying to spare her feelings, was he making a veiled promise, or was he just dangling a carrot in front of her nose? She quickly dismissed that last possibility, and then she asked herself why she did. Trying to fathom her own feelings, she then realized that her more intimate clothing hadn't been moved, and now shared a wardrobe with his clothes.
Brando had shared her bed, but his clothes hadn't shared her wardrobe. It was supposed to mean something when a male put his clothes in your wardrobe, didn't it? Did orcs realize the significance of it, and had her master realized the significance of it..., and why did that bother her? Cassandra realized something else too; that her arms had closed around him and were caressing him back. "If we continue this, we'll miss tea," Bashuk whispered, "and I might end up not being able to fill all six of those lovely bellies anymore..." She let go, and when she looked up at him once more, he was smiling, and something told her that, if given the choice, it would be her belly he would be filling that night, six times if need be...
Cassandra followed her master to the living room, battling with her conscience. It had become clear once more that her master was developing feelings for her, and part of her was welcoming it, but another part was resisting, and she knew that part would, ultimately, win. She loved the sex, the intimacy, the company, but in the end, she would always be Brando's. Letting this develop further would end in disaster, and that would really hurt the huge orc, who she didn't love, but absolutely cared about. And that was even before acknowledging she owed him. The subject of her contemplation entered the living room in front of her, and she followed him inside.
The pack had gathered around the large dining table already, and she didn't fail to notice Syldan sitting apart from Yakha again. She felt a little angry at her former maiden, because she was hurting someone she was really starting to like, and who had only the best intentions towards her. Bashuk sat down at the head of the table, and after hopping onto his lap, and snuggling up against him, she noticed Syldan was looking at Yakha, who was talking to Polly next to him unawares of the attention he was getting. The raven-haired girl's face expressed longing.
Fuck Syldan,
she thought,
just stop this charade, you want him as much as he wants you.
Syldan noticed her looking, and Cassandra threw her a pleading look, which made the girl look down at the table, blushing. That was when Denora and Polly got up, no doubt, to serve them all tea. When she returned her attention to Syldan the girl's expression had hardened once more, and she sighed softly. Bashuk caressed her hair, but he said nothing. Denora and Polly returned not much later, and they had a nice cup of tea with apple and cinnamon cake, as usual.
***
About an hour after finishing tea Bashuk made her put on her sandals again, and then he ordered Kasho and Yakha to accompany them for the return visit to the stables. As they moved through the entrance hall, towards the exit, not much later, she noticed the small podium the carpenters had been building was ready, and that the pillory was close to completion. The podium was much like the smaller podiums she had seen inside the great hall during the victory celebrations. It was covered with the same cream-colored canvas, but unlike the podiums inside the great hall this one was fitted with a chain connecting a lockable steel neck collar to its center.
