The Warrior's Pet (Cadi Warriors Book 1) Page 12

  Giselle swiped one of Kagan's thin blades with a cheeky grin. He shook his head at her.

  "Final meal will be soon. Come on out once you are dressed." Kagan cast her a lingering somber look as he left the tent.

  Giselle cut off the bottom of the large cloak. She tied the strip of material around her breasts knotting it in the front, then did the same to create a wrap skirt tying it off at her hip.

  Giselle walked out of the tent and was greeted by stares from the army as she passed.

  "Can you believe the Daimio marked his pet?" She heard one warrior say as she passed.

  "You really think he can mate with something so small?"

  "She is nicely built."

  "It doesn't matter it's just not done." The warrior shook his head.

  Giselle tried to ignore the warriors, but she found herself increasingly angry as she walked towards the bonfire. Giselle didn't get why the warriors were being so hard on Kagan. It was one thing for them to treat her, an alien, the way they did. But she didn't appreciate the harsh judgmental glances they cast Kagan's way. He was a good leader and a decent guy that deserved their respect not derision. How dare they turn on Kagan for fucking a "pet" when half of them looked at her like they were debating the merits and the mechanics of shagging her themselves.

  "Jealous bigoted bastards."

  Giselle knew she was the cause of this and didn't like how it sat with her. Giselle scowled. She wanted Kagan to treat her as an equal and she loved their budding relationship, but look where it had gotten him with his people.

  "Fine I can play this game."

  There were some immutable forces in the universe. One; men were horny no matter the species, and two; their hormones could be used against them. She would show them just what kind of pet she was and just who owned her.

  Giselle held her head up high as she approached the fire where the men were gathering for dinner. She saw Dagaa talking to some of the men and walked over to him.

  "May I speak with you?" Giselle asked trying to look like a good little pet in front of the strange new warriors who eyed her.

  Dagaa nodded and dismissed the men.

  "Dagaa will the warriors be mourning the fallen this evening?" Giselle asked. She didn't want to dishonor the dead with what she had in mind.

  "Yes and no. The mourning will be in three days. Tonight we will celebrate the victory and the fact their sacrifice wasn't in vain."

  Good.

  "I would like to do something for Kagan to honor his victory, but I need you to make sure Sabin goes to bed after dinner."

  Dagaa rose one brow questioningly at her but nodded. The male had obviously learned something about how her mind worked in the last few days.

  "Thank you. Do you think you could introduce me like you did the other night?"

  "Are you going to demonstrate more of your Judo?" Dagaa smiled.

  "No but is music a possibility?" Giselle asked hopefully.

  "Yes" He said with growing suspicion. "I'm not going to regret this am I?"

  "Look at that." Giselle didn't reply, instead she pointed out one of the warriors casting a less than kind glance at Kagan. "I won't have that shit."

  "Kagan is my oldest friend and I agree. I can demand the warriors show him the respect he is due but I can't change their mind where you are concerned." Dagaa cast the disrespectful warrior a sideways glance.

  "Leave that up to me." Giselle gave Dagaa a feigned demure smile.

  Dagaa shook his head.

  Kagan quo Rordan

  Kagan sat with Giselle tucked at his side cutting off morsels of food and handing them to her. The warriors watched their every interaction waiting for something else they could condemn.

  Giselle smiled up at him and nodded in thanks as she took another bite. She didn't seem bothered by the dozens of assessing eyes.

  Giselle though currently subdued as she ate was never going to be the pet his people expected. She couldn't even be compared to Cadis women. Giselle wasn't delicate unless you considered her size. She'd taken and even enjoyed his attempts to rebuke her, reveling in the rough handling a male usually held back with females. Giselle was brave instead of meek, standing up for herself in a sea of foreigners, then risking her life to save one of them. She was far from subservient or docile. Yet she'd washed his scrapes with the same tender care she showed Sabin. Giselle soothed his regret and forgave him for mistreating her when others would have feared him. Not only that but she showed him she forgave him in a way that only she could, by getting on her knees and blessing him with a pleasure Kagan had never known was possible. Giselle was intelligent and expressed a wisdom that few people possessed. Kagan had never met someone like her in all his years.

  Although Kagan had at first insisted that Giselle understand her place in Cadi society, he no longer thought that way. Something more valuable than precious metal or jewels would be lost if Giselle was forced into the role everyone thought she belonged.

  Perhaps he'd blindly marked his mate, but Kagan found he couldn't bring himself to regret it. There were some forces that were out of his control, and the primal yet soul deep need for Giselle was one of them. His warriors had no idea what it was like to be wrapped up and taken in by such a colorful spirited female. Giselle was exciting, invigorating and a breath of fresh air. She overcame him like a building torrent. It was a shame that none of them could see it.

  "Gather round." Dagaa stood and got the warriors' attention. "Tonight in honor of our great Daimio's successful conquest his pet, Giselle, will be showing us a custom from her people."

  Kagan quirked his brow curious what Giselle had planned. Giselle stood up and moved to the open circle in front of him. She wore a short skirt similar to the warrior's vestment. It hugged her full hips. Across her chest a band of fabric was tied barely containing her pert straining breasts. She was beautiful in the light cast by the fire.

  Giselle

  Giselle stood nervously in front of Kagan hoping her ploy worked. The way his men had behaved towards her was one thing, but their treatment of Kagan was another. And people called woman fickle.

  Giselle wanted the gathered warriors to desperately wish they were Kagan. She wanted them to covet the very thing they rebuked Kagan for. Not that she wanted to be coveted, but she wanted them to be jealous of Kagan. She wanted the warriors to see that Kagan was as powerful as they previously thought and that he had mastery of a female that they never would. She wasn't above a little psychological warfare to reeducate them.

  Kagan looked intrigued and curious. His dark eyes followed her as she stepped into the small clearing. The stringed instrument started out whining intermingled with a snare drum. Giselle smiled. It was much like belly dancing music she had heard back home. Perfect

  Giselle focused on the music getting a feel for the melody. Then on the next drum beat she threw her head back and flung her arms out wide as she began her seduction. Giselle held her palms out and undulated her hips, pivoting left then right on the balls of her feet in time with the strained violin. She let her upper body follow her hips in a serpentine fluid movement. The crowd dropped away as Giselle danced for the powerful warrior who had won her over. Her arms snaked out beckoning Kagan.

  Kagan quo Rordan

  Kagan wondered what Giselle had planned as the song, Kali's Lament, started to play. Whatever he had expected came no where close to the sight of Giselle dancing in his honor. Kagan had never seen a creature move the way she did. What race of people created a female comprised of such polar opposites, aggressive and valiant, yet alluring and lush.

  He was instantly enthralled and immediately hard as rock. Giselle gyrated erotically, her blue eyes trained on him. She held her wrists together over her head as if bound as she twisted seductively. Kagan couldn't help but picture tying her up and having his way with her. Giselle's body wove back and forth in time with the increasingly frantic pace of the music. The musicians were clearly egging her on, playing faster just to watch the way her ass shook.
It reminded Kagan how much he loved squeezing the swell of Giselle's behind.

  Giselle worked her way forward till she was a hairs' breath from Kagan. Slowly methodically Giselle untied the fabric hiding her breasts from view. Many of the warriors present had seen her naked and yet they sat forward as Giselle tauntingly bared herself one agonizing inch at a time. She nearly drove Kagan mad the way she teased him with a peak of her rosy nipples only to cover herself and begin again.

  There was more than one groan of appreciation when Giselle's bosom was finally gloriously exposed, her pink tips stiff in the night air. Giselle squeezed her full mounds then ran her hands down her body as she swayed. She bent forward and tantalized him with her tempting peaks.

  Giselle wrapped the strip of fabric she waved around his neck then entwined her arms in it. She tugged against Kagan, using him to support her weight as she arched her back like she did in the throes of passion. Her luscious hips rotating in a figure-eight move, her shoulders rolling as her hair nearly swept the ground behind her.

  Giselle spun around twisting her hips. She rocked from side to side as she bent low, her skirt rising up to expose the shelf of her full behind. Kagan could see the pink cleft of her pussy before Giselle languidly snaked back up.

  As much as Kagan was enjoying Giselle's seductive dance, he'd much prefer to throw her over his shoulder and go back to their tent.

  Giselle

  The music ended and Giselle stood in front of Kagan her chest heaving with the excitement that thrummed through her entire body. Giselle had no clue how hot performing for Kagan while the others watched would make her. Kagan was turned on, but he wasn't the only one. Giselle smiled smugly, pleased the other warriors weren't immune to her feminine charms. Of course few were when it was poured on so heavily and overtly.

  Kagan couldn't seem to wait to casually say goodnight. Instead he picked Giselle up in one strong arm and made fast strides to their tent. He practically vibrated from restrained lust. He lowered her down to the floor and just stared at her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Giselle turned on the artificial light at the back of the small tent and turned back round to take in Kagan.

  Kagan's shoulder length black hair was in disarray as if he'd been running his hands through it. He had the kind of strong jaw and angular cheeks a male model would be envious of. Kagan never let the dark stubble on his jaw or over his top lip go for more than a day or two before shaving it off, but she liked the bit of scruff.

  Giselle stared as the massive warrior peeled off his clothes. Kagan's body was a work of art. Dark black swirling tattoos covered his arms and pecs then continued around to his back. Giselle admired the way they moved as his muscles flexed. Kagan's broad chest narrowed at his waist, the muscles forming a vee that ended in his enormous erect cock. Giselle still couldn't believe Kagan could fit that thing inside her. Just thinking about it made her tremble with desire moisture leaking down her thigh.

  "I've been a very naughty girl Daimio." Giselle said loud enough the warriors stationed around the tent could hear.

  She felt wicked for what she had done and was about to do. Giselle planned on putting on part two of her show though she didn't really need to do anything but act natural.

  "Is that so?" Kagan growled his deep voice thick with need as he stalked towards her.

  "Yes."

  "Then maybe you should get on your knees and beg for forgiveness pet."

  A heady rush overcame Giselle, and she shivered. Kagan gripped her hair and forced her to her knees, not that it took much effort. Giselle looked up at Kagan as she licked her lips slowly.

  "Open your mouth and suck me." Kagan demanded.

  Giselle gripped Kagan's thighs and did just that. He was too much for her mouth but she did her best taking him to the back of her throat then groaning knowing it vibrated his cock. Giselle sucked and slurped loudly like she was enjoying a tasty treat which she was.

  Moments later Kagan pulled out of her mouth and lifted her up into his arms. Giselle wrapped her legs around his waist as Kagan swiftly impaled her in one long delicious stroke.

  Giselle arched back and cried out unrepressed and unrepentant for how loud she was. In this position her clit rubbed against Kagan's pubic bone and Giselle whimpered in delight. She squeezed her muscles eliciting an animalistic snarl from Kagan. Giselle reveled in how she could feel every knot along his broad shaft. He gripped her hips tight and started thrusting her down on his thick turgid cock with an arduous frenzied pace. His possession was glorious with a tinge of pain as Kagan pushed her boundaries.

  "YES OWN IT. FUCK ME." Giselle cried out.

  "Who do you belong to?" Kagan growled as he pistoned into her.

  "YOU!"

  "WHO?" Kagan punctuated with a deep thrust.

  "Kagan quo Rordan." Giselle threw her head back and screamed out.

  The climax hit so hard Giselle nearly blacked out, but Kagan rode her hard through the entire spell sending it spiraling, forcing her up to yet another plateau as he sent her cascading into oblivion again. Giselle cried out incoherent praises comparing him to a god and an animal in the same breath. Her stomach convulsed as her pussy contracted and Giselle nearly doubled over in Kagan's grasp. When Kagan finally exploded on a roar and bit into her shoulder, Giselle was too boneless to do more than whimper as liquid nirvana rocketed through her again.

  Dagaa

  Dagaa shook his head as he stood by. He wasn't quite sure how the warriors were going to behave so he kept a vigilant eye guarding his friend, their Daimio. Dagaa glanced around and saw that every male wore a similar stunned yet lustful expression as they stared at Kagan's tent enthralled by the carnal scene that unfolded.

  The light in the tent cast the silhouette of the couple in the throes of passion. Giselle was loud as she begged, demanded and spurred Kagan on, and he didn't disappoint. The way his friend took the woman would have frightened a normal female, but not Giselle. She gloried in the unrestrained possession, saying the dirtiest most uninhibited things.

  It was like nothing Dagaa had ever seen before, which was saying a lot since he wasn't a new warrior. As he studied the warriors who couldn't help but gather to watch and listen with envy, Dagaa chuckled. Never would he underestimate Kagan's little pet again.

  7 Weaknesses and Strengths

  Vigdis quo Carnager

  Vigdis hurled his dagger at the warrior striking him in the shoulder. Unfortunately he missed the target he was aiming for or the male wouldn't still be breathing.

  "Madhava get that piece of shit out of my sight."

  Madhava nodded to two warriors who hauled the bleeding male off.

  "Daimio how do you want to deal with our dead." Madhava asked.

  "Let the scavengers take them. Losers don't deserve a warrior's burial." Vigdis slammed his fist on the table knocking over his tankard of vinum. "In fact send that son of a metcor to meet his pathetic brethren."

  "As you wish."

  Vigdis was pissed at the loss of so many Toufik slaves. He'd been desperate for more workers in the ore mines. Vigdis had to keep production up, it kept his army of transports running. It's what had kept him in the game for the last few years.

  Of course there might be a way to crush the Vidya Cadi once and for all. Vigdis had bought a little something from the Jurou Biljana during the auction. He had planned to save his surprise for another day, but why wait. Kagan quo Rordan thought he was riding high after stealing Vigdis' Toufik slaves. Well he wouldn't for long. Vigdis smiled sadistically. He would strike at the heart of the Vidya Cadi. Kagan would be forced to come to him and then Vigdis would decimate not just the Vidya Cadi but the man and take the ultimate prize, the whole of Cadi.

  "How quickly do you think Kagan's army could reach our present location?" Vigdis asked.

  "Two maybe three days." Madhava replied. "But I doubt Kagan will attack us here."

  "Ah but what if he were forced to engage us?"

  Giselle

  Giselle hummed happily as she
sat next to the Toufik female and the baby she'd met on the Jurou Biljana ship. She'd caught sight of them yesterday and couldn't help but seek her out in the Toufik camp. Actually it was the baby she'd recognized, since sadly Giselle was still working on differentiating the Toufik. It was getting easier if you concentrated on their hair pattern rather than facial features. Giselle was nearly ecstatic as she made the greeting gesture Sabin had taught her as well as a few other signs she had learned. The female hugged her close and gestured so fast Giselle only gleaned a few things.

  Giselle helped the females as they shelled a mass of something that looked like blue peas, or beans. It occupied most of the morning. It was nice being around other females even if there wasn't a ton of banter. The Toufik seemed to be a simple people though not stupid. They were content to do their part. If the sun was shining and their bellies were full, they were a happy people. Giselle had been surprised to learn the Toufik were so upbeat because they came from a dying world. The thought was staggering and certainly put things in perspective.

  Giselle dumped a lap full of the beans into a basket and then placed the pods into a boiling stew pot. The broth would be strained then other vegetables and meat added. The Toufik were ingenious in their use of resources. They probably had to be on their home planet. They made feeding the army seem like child's play.

  Giselle grinned as she thought about Kagan's army of men. More than one warrior had greeted Kagan with a sly smile or a look of respect as they arrived at first meal this morning. Men were so predictable. Giselle had sat with Kagan attempting not to grin like a Cheshire cat as warriors found reasons to approach the Daimio to congratulate him on his victory.

  "What are you grinning about." Kagan had asked when they had a moment of peace.

  "Oh nothing." Giselle had replied.

  "You better watch her. She's a wily one." Dagaa had chuckled.

  "Who me? Never." Giselle batted her eyes in feigned innocence.

  "Her little performance last night was orchestrated for a reason, and I'm almost ashamed of the part I played." Dagaa admitted so no other warriors could hear.