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  "How is she?" Kagan desperately wanted to know. He didn't trust himself around Giselle after what he'd done but he found himself overwhelmed with concern.

  "Fine. She is teasing and laughing with Sabin." Dagaa gave Kagan a sideways look.

  It was obvious his lieutenant was curious if Kagan planned on punishing her again for speaking.

  "What would you have me do? I clearly cannot force her to obey. You already saw what I did." Kagan nearly snarled.

  Kagan hung his head. He was the leader. His people must follow orders and respect him or things fell apart. Yet here was this defiant pet making a fool of him. She incited him and confused him. He was struck by her intelligence and drawn to her physically. And now he was bonded to her by the mark. He was screwed.

  "I don't think anything short of breaking her entirely will quiet that female and the punishment does not fit the crime." Kagan ran his hand through his hair tugging it.

  "May I speak as your friend as well as your lieutenant?" Dagaa gave him a sympathetic look.

  "Always." Kagan replied to his friend.

  It was an unnecessary request. Dagaa knew Kagan respected his perspective and their brotherhood. Dagaa if he ever disagreed with Kagan always did it in private. In front of the men they were a united front. And though Kagan didn't always agree with his friend, and first commander, Dagaa brought viewpoints that Kagan could not given his elevated position.

  "We have been at war too long as a people. We are constantly vigilant for attack such that we have let martial law practically become everyday law. We've let some things go to the extreme. We like the Toufik because they are strong, resilient, quiet and grateful to be here instead of on a planet where the elements are tearing it apart. Their silence has suited us well when stealth is imperative in times of war."

  Kagan nodded. Dagaa was right. The Toufik were silent by nature and amenable chattel given their circumstance. It was not ideal conditions for the race but only the cruel would abuse the good nature'd hairy people, and the symbiosis with the Cadi was better than extinction.

  "It would seem to me that your pet is unlike the Toufik." Dagaa continued. "She cannot communicate her needs silently with her hands as they do. We have let the fact that our chattel and the few pets that have come planet side can't speak become custom because it's the norm, but it truly isn't law. There are and should be exceptions to the norm. Besides last night Giselle has not raised her voice enough to attract unwanted attention to our camp, so I do not see that her speech alone merits rebuke."

  Kagan nodded. He was somehow relieved that his friend understood the problem at hand but was willing to approach it so openly and leniently. He was giving Kagan an out, a way to give Giselle her voice.

  "You are Daimio of Vidya Cadi, we respect your judgment." Dagaa added seeing his relief.

  "Thank you for your perspective and understanding." Kagan replied.

  Kagan was glad he had Dagaa's support. He was a good man, a quality Kagan felt he himself lacked today. He could not ignore the fact he'd brutalized the small female, someone who depended on his care.

  "Perhaps it would be best if Jeezelle stayed with you. She seems to be good for Sabin and they keep each other occupied." Kagan suggested.

  "If that is what you wish I will not argue. You were rough with the female. I heard her cries last night and I know the men question that more than anything." Dagaa said with a grim shake of his head.

  "I know." Was all Kagan could reply. He found it hard to admit the little female did something to him, even to his best friend.

  "However as much as I don't understand it, Giselle seems fine. She's in better spirits than you." Dagaa chuckled. "She has said many amusing and strange things."

  "I know believe me." Kagan smirked.

  Kagan didn't find anything funny about his treatment of Giselle but it was good to know she was in a better mood than he was. He could only imagine what she had said to Dagaa but if it was anything like what she said to him, it would be enlightening.

  "This morning after you stalked off that delicate female informed me that she likes it rough. If you can believe that about a female." Dagaa said with a shake of his head.

  Kagan knew only too well. Both times he'd chastised Giselle she'd been angry but also aroused, and far from contrite. It was a surprise though that she admitted as much. But be that as it may it did not excuse the way he'd lost control harming her the way he did.

  "She said the blood was from her female cycle and apparently your little warrior used to spar at home, with males even." Dagaa continued relating Giselle's bizarre qualities. "She also suggested she might show us."

  Kagan didn't know if he believed Giselle was bleeding because of a fertile period. He didn't know how her species was, but Cadi woman didn't bleed like that. He had known as he stretched her channel that he needed to be gentle, and even that was foolish considering how tight Giselle had sheathed him. But she pushed him over the edge in so many ways that he lost all sense, turning into nothing more than a rutting animal.

  Now the part about Giselle fighting seemed right in line with everything else.

  "Why am I not surprised?" Kagan said to his friend. "She carries warriors ink after all." Giselle had to be some kind of small warrior to take on a brute like him and withstand it.

  "You know Kagan, I know it also goes against custom but if you don't want everyone seeing that conjugo mark you gave her, you might consider keeping her cloaked." Dagaa rose his eyebrow at Kagan.

  So his friend had also seen what Kagan had done. Dagaa was right. They should conceal the fact that he had marked Giselle. The people would not accept it. Kagan himself was having a hard time facing it.

  In all his years and with all the females he'd mounted, not once had he been compelled to mark one of them. This little alien female comes along with her full breasts and hips, tight wet crevasse and a smart mouth and Kagan loses his blessed mind.

  Giselle

  Giselle sat next to Sabin beside the fire. Despite the warmth she pulled the blanket tight around her. Kagan was conversing in low tones to his men on the other side of the fire barely casting her a glance all evening.

  She had been sent last night to Dagaa's tent with Sabin. At the time Giselle thought nothing of it though she was disappointed. She figured Kagan probably had things to attend to, watch to keep. Then he'd avoided her all day today like he had yesterday.

  Giselle frowned as she thought back to the way he'd looked at her yesterday morning before they headed out. Was he mad at her for staying with Sabin or was it what they'd done that had him rattled?

  Giselle blushed. Kagan had been amazing. Giselle had no idea how she withstood him. Her body felt empty ever since, like he carved out a place for himself within her. It was true for her aching vagina and her heart. She enjoyed being with Kagan, talking to him, even if they were arguing. Was Kagan the type to fuck and run? The thought hurt.

  Giselle shook herself free of her morose thoughts.

  "Tonight I should show you the Judo I told you about yesterday." Giselle said to Dagaa as they finished eating.

  "Are you sure?" The warrior looked concerned. Dagaa had insisted she rest last night which was probably wise, but tonight she felt right as rain.

  "Yes." Giselle rolled her eyes, and he smirked back.

  "Fine." Dagaa stood. "Daimio with your permission your pet would like to demonstrate something called Judo from her planet."

  Kagan looked up, made eye contact with her a moment before looking quickly to Dagaa and nodding.

  "As you know warriors the Daimio's pet is not like others we have seen before. The females among her species are fighters."

  Many of the men grunted and nodded as if that seemed obvious, others looked surprised and skeptical. Giselle wanted to giggle. The way Dagaa spoke she sounded like an Amazonian minus the size. He turned to her and held out his hand waving to an opening in the circle of men.

  "Who will be my opponent?" Giselle asked Dagaa.

 
; "You may choose."

  Giselle looked around at the warriors not really seeing anyone that made a better candidate over another. Then the warrior who'd made the lewd comment came to mind. She'd like a chance to put him in his place.

  "Where is the warrior that suggested I could clean his sword?" Giselle said with a raised voice laced with enough sarcasm to elude to the slight she'd been dealt.

  Giselle noted how Dagaa's brows rose and Kagan's jaw tightened. It was nice to know the behavior of the warrior wasn't condoned. After a moment a warrior was pushed forward by his comrades.

  "Judo is a good art of self defense for small females such as myself." Giselle said to the warriors that crowded in. "But it was created by warriors much as yourselves to take down opponents when blows and weapons are rendered useless because of your armor. It is a unique mix of offense and defense."

  The men cast her dubious looks but stood expectantly. Giselle looked the male who had taunted her up and down. He was tall as they all were. Of course the bigger they are the harder they fall.

  "Come at me." Giselle waved her hand beckoning to him.

  The male looked concerned and confused. Giselle sighed.

  "Are you so afraid of a little female that you are frozen in fear?" Giselle taunted.

  The Cadi men were not used to being baited by a woman much less sparring against one but several snickered at her comment.

  "Fine but I am not responsible when I hurt you." The male groused to Dagaa.

  He charged at her and Giselle stood slightly crouched watching for the right moment. From the corner of her eye she noted Kagan stood looking concerned. As the warrior neared, she gripped his forearm and spun her back to his chest. She ducked down then placed one foot between his splayed legs.

  Though she was petite compared to the male's size his own momentum and strength sent the warrior flipping head over heels. Giselle crouched low till he cleared her back then stood back up and looked down into the stunned warrior's face.

  "I may be small but I was able to use your strength against you."

  The warriors all murmured some laughing but most appearing impressed. Giselle held her hand out to the warrior.

  "No I think I can get up on my own." He said looking sheepish. The men laughed a bit harder at his expense.

  "Impressive." Dagaa said with a clap of his hands.

  "I agree but it is late. If we hope to meet up with the rest of our army any time soon we need to get going early." Kagan said.

  He cast Giselle a long glance. Giselle was sure he would come to her but instead Kagan turned and walked off alone. Dagaa gestured her towards his tent as he carried the exhausted little boy.

  "Did Kagan give me to you or something?" Giselle asked hoping like hell he hadn't. She didn't want to care, but she did.

  "The Daimio felt it might be good for you to stay with Sabin and I."

  Giselle quietly entered the tent and sat down. What was Kagan's deal? Why did he send her away?

  "Is he mad that I came to Sabin? You know I went to use the necessary and heard the boy crying. He was afraid, and you weren't here. I intended to leave when he fell asleep." Giselle explained.

  "No he is not angry with you." Dagaa was little help.

  "Ugh" Giselle groaned.

  Giselle didn't belong to anyone, but the fact Kagan pawned her off on Dagaa without a word or explanation hurt. She couldn't stand it. Nothing got solved sitting here bitching and moaning. Giselle got up and headed for the entrance.

  "Where..." Dagaa started to ask.

  "I'm going to go find out for myself what crawled up Kagan's butt and died." Giselle held out her palm to halt Dagaa as she exited and stomped over to Kagan's tent.

  Giselle threw back the tent flap and stormed in ready to give Kagan a piece of her mind, only to find him sitting on the makeshift bed with his head resting in his palms, eyes closed. Kagan's brow was furrowed and his mouth turned down. It was plain to see he was troubled. The pose disarmed her instantly.

  Kagan was worried. About his army? About her? Giselle couldn't even begin to fathom what troubles assailed a man in his position. The stress had to be unbearable and then she added to it. Granted Giselle didn't ask to be here, but she could ease up a bit.

  Kagan looked up in surprise as she neared.

  "Jeezelle you should go."

  "Why?"

  "Is it not apparent?" Kagan gestured towards her waving his hand up and down her body.

  Ah so Kagan WAS bothered by what happened with her. From the tortured look in his eyes it was the physical evidence he'd left on her body more than the actual act. Giselle felt her heart soften towards the man.

  Besides the bite mark and walking a bit bow legged Giselle couldn't really understand why the man was beating himself up. The Cadi must treat their women like delicate objects, the psychopath Vigdis not included. Kagan would lose his shit if she told him about BDSM practices back home. Giselle hadn't really gotten into that scene, but she was starting to see the merits after the way she responded to Kagan slapping her ass. Maybe a few ropes and a gag might not be a bad idea.

  First she needed the big man to stop freaking out. Granted he was enormous and incredibly strong. She'd even worried that Kagan might tear her as he impaled her with his oversized tool. But amazingly her body accommodated him and it was like nothing she'd ever imagined. And Giselle hoped it wouldn't be the last time.

  Giselle dropped her blanket revealing her naked body.

  "No apparently I don't understand what is wrong, so tell me." Giselle added a seductive little sway to her hips as she strutted forward. "Is it the spanking?" Giselle smacked her behind teasingly. "Because I liked that."

  Kagan's mouth stood open.

  "Or is it the mark here on my breast where you sucked so hard I felt it in my clit?" Giselle caressed the hickey on her breast, playing with her stiff nipple.

  Kagan's eyes followed her hand.

  "Maybe it's the fingerprints on my hips from where you held me, keeping me just where you wanted me as you slammed that massive cock into my wet pussy." Giselle let her hand drift down to play in the strip of hair on her mound.

  Kagan stared at Giselle in shock as she spoke illicitly. Add dirty talk to the things Cadi women didn't do. He was conflicted but there was also a simmering fire in his eyes. The way his kilt stood out as his shaft hardened let Giselle know she was having the desired effect.

  Something about the giant dominant male with his red skin, the scruff of a day-old beard and his unbound shoulder length black hair turned her on. He was a sexy man even as different as he was from her. He exuded power but also compassion.

  "I have been speaking and probably should be punished." Giselle said as she knelt the large male's splayed knees.

  "Jeezelle." Kagan said hesitantly with a shake of his head.

  "I know of a better way to keep my mouth occupied."

  Giselle ran her hands up the inside of Kagan's thighs. They were as big around as her waist. His skin had fine hair on it like hers did. The muscles beneath her palms trembled with restrained strength as Giselle explored higher. She leaned in to follow her hands with her mouth. Giselle peppered open mouth kisses up, up, up. Her hands massaging and kneading his tense flesh as her tongue laved. Kagan's erect cock brushed against her cheek and she turned her attention to the engorged beast.

  Kagan smelled like a campfire and pine from the soap he used, mixed with a scent that was him and him alone. The masculine smell was heady as Giselle breathed Kagan in. The head of Kagan's cock was large, the crest more pronounced than earth men. The crown was a bit less round more diamond shaped. Giselle shuddered as she recalled how the peak of his shaft rubbed against her G-spot.

  Giselle had to feel him. Her fingers were drawn to the intricate pattern of knots along Kagan's shaft. They looked like pearls embedded beneath his skin. Studded for her pleasure! Giselle reached out and ran her fingers along his crown then down along the bumps. Kagan jumped a bit but didn't pull away. His skin was silky
smooth sheathing a rock hard weapon of mass delight.

  Encouraged Giselle poked her tongue out and ran it around his crown. Kagan tensed up with an in-drawn breath. Giselle smiled as she explored his straining cock. Both the top and bottom of his crown were extra sensitive, eliciting a response as she laved him.

  "Jeezelle what are you..?" Kagan groaned sounding nervous.

  Giselle wrapped both her hands around Kagan as best she could and then opened her mouth wide. She enveloped his head and sucked him into the back of her throat. His strained question halted on his lips.

  Although she was beneath his kilt, she heard Kagan gasp as she rolled her tongue around his thick studded cock. It occurred to her that Kagan probably never had his cock sucked since Cadi woman had fangs. The thought thrilled her, turned her on and spurred her to drive the man wild.

  Kagan quo Rordan

  Kagan didn't know what to think. Giselle had no fear. That was apparent when she flipped a warrior twice her size using a stunning yet graceful move. What's more she didn't seem to fear him after what he'd done to her. It made no sense.

  Kagan sat practically catatonic as Giselle's lush body swayed towards him. Her lyrical voice was sweet unlike the wicked dirty things that came from her red lips. Kagan wanted to press his mouth to hers. He liked the new custom she'd shown him.

  That was not the only new custom Giselle showed him. Kagan nearly flew out of his skin as her mouth wrapped around his manhood. He thought her slow exploration beneath his vestment was torture. He was wrong! The way Giselle sucked him in and tongued his shaft had Kagan groaning in pleasure. He gripped his knees holding his thighs splayed to keep the muscle spasms assailing him from crushing her. Sweat dripped from his pores a testament to the way Giselle was pushing his limits.

  Kagan mumbled curses between pants as Giselle's mouth and hands pleasured him in a way he never fathomed possible.

  Kagan opened his eyes to see Dagaa standing at the entrance of his tent. His friend had impeccable timing. There was no way Kagan could mask the tortured pleasure on his face as Giselle knelt between his thighs, her head bobbing beneath his vestment.