The Warrior's Pet (Cadi Warriors Book 1) Page 5

  Giselle nodded. The male pulled a pouch out from behind him and tipped it to her lips. The cool water was refreshing.

  On first impressions the hulking male wasn't a complete bastard like Vigdis. He wasn't rough with her, even considerate of her needs. But Giselle wasn't ready to amend her opinion of the Cadi quite yet. A handful of minutes didn't wipe away the harrowing events of the last few days.

  But resist as she might Giselle found her hands pressed against the male's chest as she cradled her aching head. She felt like crap. Sleep was more tempting than worrying about what would happen to her next. Soon she drifted off again ensconced in the cloak next to the warm man.

  Kagan quo Rordan

  Kagan held his new sleeping pet. Her tiny fingers fluttered against his chest, her long golden locks tickling his skin. Her hair was silken not as coarse as his own. On first impressions she seemed shockingly similar to the Cadi and yet different in various ways. Nothing like her kind had ever set foot on Cadi and Kagan wondered where in the universe her unique species hailed from.

  Kagan had started to worry when the female hadn't awoken for most the day but finally she came around. He was absolutely positive she'd been given too much vinum and would suffer its negative effects for a while. For all he knew the brew was poisonous for her kind.

  The little thing hadn't been treated well by Vigdis that was clear. There was a bruise that had formed on her side from when she was roughly tossed into the cage. Her skin was redder than he recalled at the auction and she probably needed several good meals. Despite all that her intelligent eyes had studied him assessingly. Of all the similarities Kagan noted in his new little pet that confounded him the most.

  Kagan couldn't wait for his men to finish erecting his tent so he could look her over better. Not only was he curious, but the female needed her side examined along with a bath.

  "Dagaa can you have the Toufik heat up a bath and I'm going to need some food and vinum." Kagan instructed his lieutenant as he cradled his sleeping little pet.

  Dagaa raised an eyebrow. Very few of his men had the freedom to question Kagan like Dagaa did. The male got away with it because they'd grown up together and in truth they generally saw eye to eye. Kagan understood the look of censure his warrior cast him. They were grown warriors and could hold their brew, but it wasn't something to partake of under the current circumstances. Unfortunately the little female would need another dram to keep her head from pounding once she awoke.

  "Vigdis gave the little pet too much." Kagan looked down at the sleeping female tucked into his cloak.

  "Ah" Dagaa nodded and went about his business.

  Kagan walked into his tent and set his new pet on the sleeping pad on the floor then hung his cloak up on a peg. The pale little thing groaned and turned into the blankets. Kagan looked at the line of her spine that led down to her full behind. Her flaxen hair fell away from her shoulder and Kagan was shocked to see a mark on her shoulder.

  He sat down beside her small huddled form and reached out. Kagan rubbed at the design that looked like a flower. She moaned shifting in the blankets. The paint didn't mar as his finger traced the red petals. He pulled his hand back in confusion.

  "Why do you have warrior's ink?" Kagan asked.

  Cadi females did not wear warrior's ink, not only would they likely faint at the procedure but it just wasn't done, female's weren't warriors. He shook his head.

  "Wake up pet." Kagan patted her back.

  The female rolled onto her back. Kagan looked at her full chest. Her breasts were nearly a handful which was saying a lot considering how small she was. The pink nipples that tipped each mound were swollen and stiff standing up erect. Kagan wondered if that was normal.

  "Come on." Kagan encouraged.

  Blue eyes opened slowly to stare up at him blinking in confusion before she moaned again and her little hands rubbed her temples.

  One of the female Toufik entered carrying a platter along with a pitcher of water and the brew he asked for.

  "Time to eat pet."

  Giselle

  The warrior loomed over her frighteningly close but the smell of food got her attention. She was hungry and yet not at the same time. Her headache almost outweighed the need for food.

  The male cut off pieces of food and fed them to her from the tip of a two prong fork. Giselle chewed slowly begging her stomach not to rebel.

  "Here it'll make the headache go away." The giant male said as he pressed a cup to her lips.

  Giselle smelled the contents and clamped her mouth shut, vigorously shaking her head.

  "I know." The deep voice rumbled. "But a bit will help I promise."

  "Hair of the dog." Giselle thought. She understood the backwards logic, opened her mouth and took a big gulp. If it would get rid of the headache, she'd give it a try.

  "Easy not too much." The male pulled the cup back and handed her one with water.

  Giselle sat up, ate and drank what was given to her. It was nice to finally have a full stomach. Soon she was feeling good, better than good actually. Giselle realized she was again pretty tipsy and refused the next drink he offered. She didn't want another raging headache tomorrow.

  "Enough, huh?"

  Giselle nodded the motion exaggerated.

  "You are small. I hope it wasn't too much." He chuckled.

  Giselle looked up at the big male. She like the mirthful sound of his laugh and couldn't help but smile in return.

  His large hand approached her face, and she froze. His finger touched her lips parting them further to run across her short canines.

  "Interesting. You have no dentium."

  Giselle couldn't help the giggle that came out. "No I don't have fangs."

  She realized she'd spoken, and her hand flew to her mouth as his eyes widened.

  "So you have language." His brow raised.

  Giselle nodded. She didn't know if he was angry or just shocked, but he didn't move to strike her so that was positive.

  "So pet you speak, have no dentium or cado," He tapped her back referring to her lack of a tail. "And you have warrior's ink." His hand moved to the rose tattoo on her shoulder. "What other surprises are you hiding?"

  Perhaps it was the alcohol or the way the male spoke to her rather than just barking commands, but Giselle was unable to repress herself any longer. It was hard going from being a rather vocal person to being censored for the last several days.

  "I'm naked! What can I possibly be hiding?" She replied as she looked down at herself.

  The warrior's eyebrows rose again, and she realized her comment came out a bit more sarcastic than intended.

  "Indeed" He said not sounding very amused. "So do you have a name?"

  "Giselle" She replied, surprised he wasn't content with just calling her Pet.

  "Greetings Jeezelle." The way her name rolled from his mouth made it sound exotic and she liked the rumbled moniker. "I am known as Kagan quo Rordan." He put his fist to his chest and tipped his head to her in greeting.

  "Nice to meet you, Kaygin." Giselle said as she automatically stuck her hand out in traditional greeting.

  He looked at her hand and shook his head in confusion.

  "I'm sorry." Giselle snickered. "You shake it."

  Remembering the adage about what a firm handshake meant, Giselle took his giant hand in her grip and gave it a shake while staring him in the eye. He looked down and studied her hand, it was so much smaller and paler than his.

  "This is a rather familiar gesture for a greeting. Is this done when strangers meet or familiars?" The warrior asked still holding her hand.

  It was such an odd question she'd never considered in her life. Giselle laughed as she realized all over again that she was on an alien world amidst a culture that was drastically different.

  Kagan's brow quirked up at her in a sardonic expression she was starting to assume was a mix of chagrin and amusement.

  "I'm sorry." Giselle shook her head. "I'm not laughing at you. It's just I'v
e never had to think of such a thing. When you grow up with something you don't analyze it, it just is."

  "I understand." Kagan said as his fingers gently felt the bones in her hand.

  "You can tell I'm not from around here so all this is a bit overwhelming."

  "You never expected to be a pet?" Kagan looked at her with a serious expression and again she started laughing.

  "Never! Slavery on my planet is illegal." Giselle informed the male unable to repress her indignation.

  "Ah so this must be very hard for you." Kagan replied in a matter-of-fact manner.

  Giselle couldn't decide how to take Kagan's response. One of the Toufik entered the tent and took the empty plate then gestured at Kagan.

  "Thank you." Kagan replied to the Toufik making a motion with his hands.

  Giselle tipped her head at the consideration he showed the hairy Toufik. Vigdis would never have lowered himself in such a fashion. Kagan turned back to her.

  "Cadi is different. We do have need for slaves. That is why we have the Toufik."

  Giselle looked at him not knowing how to rectify the picture the man painted. Kagan seemed benign in temperament and yet he believed in keeping slaves.

  "It was not always this way. I blame the war but it is what it is." He then looked at her. "Do not be concerned Jeezelle. You are far too rare and small to serve as a slave, so you were sold as a pet."

  Giselle's head nearly spun from both the booze and Kagan's revelation. Kagan was remorseful and blase all in the same breath. She suddenly had little hope for her situation on the alien planet. Giselle had held on to the hope that she might find refuge with people who weren't cruel, but it seemed her status on this planet was cemented.

  "Come it is time to bathe."

  Kagan lifted her up so quick Giselle had no idea what was happening. He walked into an adjacent tent and then slowly lowered her into a tub.

  Despite how good the hot water felt Giselle found she was downright angry.

  "No! I am not some fucking Pomeranian." She burst thrashing her fists in the water. She refused to be someone's pet.

  Two strong hands suddenly gripped her arms and Giselle looked up in surprise realizing she'd let her mouth run away with her. Kagan was not amused.

  "You ARE a pet. You would not survive here otherwise. That IS how it IS." He stared her in the eye. "Now since I am already wet, we will both bathe. I will check your injuries then we will discuss your outburst."

  Giselle's mouth stood open in shock. Kagan didn't sugar coat shit. It snapped Giselle out of her fit, reminding her how serious a situation she was in on this alien planet. Kagan had been kind compared to Vigdis but his people obviously didn't view her as an equal. It was hard for her to fathom. It wasn't like they were that dissimilar.

  Kagan took off the straps that held his knives across his large chest. Then he removed the chain mail armor guards on his legs. As Kagan reached for the tie on his kilt Giselle didn't know if she should look away or not.

  With no reservation Kagan pulled off the garment and stalked toward the large tub. Giselle backed up gawking at the beast of a cock that bobbed as it came at her. She bumped into the tub ledge just as he stepped into the tub. She clearly saw how similar and yet very different the equipment was from what she was familiar with. There was a series of knots that started beneath Kagan's thick head then ran along the shaft in a spiral towards the base. As impossible as it seemed his cock grew in size as she stared.

  Kagan dipped below the water with a grunt. His arm snaked out and grabbed Giselle around the middle. He pulled her towards him but rather than forcing her to his chest he held her between his splayed knees and grabbed a sponge. It bubbled with soap as he slid it down her arm being careful of her sore side.

  His hands were large and strong but gentle as he washed each of her fingers then moved on to her other arm. Kagan placed one hand at her neck and exerted a bit of pressure. Giselle let him guide her down to dip her hair in the water. The way he proceeded to turn her and then massage her scalp had Giselle relaxing into his arms.

  The hot water felt glorious and the way Kagan methodically worked the tangles from her hair made Giselle melt with a luxurious moan. She practically forgot where she was till the hands and soap moved lower over her breasts pausing to thoroughly wash every inch. Kagan moved to her stomach and Giselle jumped.

  "Easy Jeezelle." He said his voice calm and deep.

  Kagan ran the sponge over her thighs then around each cheek dipping between them then back again. Giselle couldn't believe she spread her legs further for him, shivering as the sponge passed over her intimate flesh.

  "I would have you wash me pet but I need to look at your side."

  Kagan's voice pulled Giselle out of the trance she'd gone into. He picked her up as he stood and grabbed a towel that he wrapped her in before depositing her back on the pile of blankets.

  Giselle felt naked all over again as Kagan unwrapped the towel. She moved to cover her breasts except his hand held her forearm away as he looked at her side. He ran his fingers from her ribs to her hips. Giselle winced a bit.

  "I don't think anything is broken." Kagan said.

  "No, just sore." Giselle replied.

  His large warm hand roamed up from her side and the back of his fingers brushed against her nipples.

  "Is it normal for these to always be so swollen?" Kagan asked as the tip of his finger circled one of her stiff nipples.

  Giselle nodded with a swallow as the tingling in the pit of her stomach caught her by surprise. Kagan was too easy on the eyes, handsome actually. His firm full lips were a darker shade of red than his skin. His strong chin covered in short stubble. Kagan was built like a tank yet his muscular form wasn't grossly disproportionate like body builders on earth might look. His shoulders were broad narrowing at his waist. Giselle quickly looked away from his bare over endowed crotch. What the hell was she thinking admiring her new master!

  "Alright now Jeezelle about your outburst earlier." Kagan moved and quickly had her draped over his lap with her bare behind raised in the air. "Like it or not you are my pet." Kagan swatted her behind. The smack stung but more than that it vibrated against her clit making Giselle squirm. "You will mind me otherwise I can't keep you safe." He said holding her firm as he swatted her butt again.

  He was still nude his firm manhood grinding into her stomach as he spanked her. Giselle panted trying to maintain control then bit her lip to keep from moaning as his next strike fell awfully close to her pussy.

  This was crazy! If Kagan thought he was punishing her he was wrong. This was however a torture of a different kind. Kagan didn't hit her hard probably because he worried about injuring her which was surprising given her experience with these people. But Giselle was more shocked by how her body was responding to being splayed over the warriors lap and having her bare ass slapped. She'd never thought such a thing would affect her, as a surprising ache moved from her rear to her core.

  "You will act as a proper pet." Kagan's hand landed on her flesh making Giselle soar. "No talking outside these four walls and you will give me the respect I'm due." He then kneaded her behind to soothe the mild ache. "Now you will behave and let me look you over so that I know what is normal for you." Kagan said as he flipped her over back onto the blankets. "So your breasts are not swollen?"

  Kagan quo Rordan

  Giselle kept surprising Kagan. He shouldn't have been so shocked to discover his new little pet had language yet he was. He should've known, the Jurou Biljana also wore an embedded translator. It was just not customary for chattel to speak. Perhaps he'd been used to the Toufik for too long. Part of what struck Kagan was how lyrical Giselle's voice was. He understood her clearly and yet the way the words rolled off her tongue with her foreign accent intrigued him. It was unlike the throaty way the Cadi spoke.

  Giselle's spirited outburst in the bath confounded him even further. As the Daimio of the Vidya Cadi, Kagan had become accustomed to a certain level of respect. He cert
ainly hadn't expected it from something so small. Then again the way her eyes flashed defiantly at the auction probably should've clued him in that Giselle wasn't a meek pet. Kagan was glad she wasn't terrified after being with Vigdis for the last few days. Unfortunately he had to lay down the law.

  But instead of crying out as she was chastised, like a Cadi female would, Giselle took her punishment nearly silently. Granted he only swatted her the way he might a large child but still it was sufficient to get his point across. Perhaps the little female was a warrior like the marking on her back implied.

  In the bath she had stared at his shaft and Kagan had to repress what it did to him. Even now as Giselle squirmed on his lap, he found it hard to ignore her comely shape. Kagan stared at her full bottom, the red marks from his hand a contrast on her pale skin. Between the full globes of her wobbling cheeks Kagan caught view of her woman's place and he found himself inexplicably growing stiff again.

  A sweet musky scent drew his attention. The female was aroused! Impossible.

  His reprimand of her bare flesh was making the female ready to mate. Cadi females would never respond in such a way, in fact it took lots of coaxing to entice a Cadi woman, certainly not a heavy hand.

  Surely it wasn't so. Kagan tried to tell himself that he wanted to look at her body so that he might know when she was hearty and whole or not. But that was a lie.

  Giselle was petite, but he was tantalized, compelled to explore her as he would a woman of his own race. Her delicious scent beckoned him to discover the source. Kagan turned Giselle over and was pleased she didn't object. He knew she fought being his pet, but she had apparently given up that fight for the moment.

  Kagan tested the weight of Giselle's breasts. He strummed the little stiff nipples amazed at how responsive they were when touched. He then worked down her body admiring the soft curves. Giselle was not hard and lithe like Cadi women. He liked the supple softness of her stomach and the curve of her waist. The full flesh of her hips and bottom seemed made for a male to grip and hold on to.

  Giselle