The Beast's Slave

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Immediately, two guards appear by River’s side and, tugging at the shackles that bind her wrists, take her to his hut. River blinks downcast, fixating on her sandals as they walk across a low field, sounds of banter fading in the distant background. 

His building is separated from the rest, privacy. Much to her surprise, it is a substantial building, with a veranda on two sides and steps leading up to the main door. River is taking through a large hall and into an equally large room at the back. Despite the size, the furniture is sparse - single large bed, a divan set against one wall, a study table with a seat and two thick leather-bound books stacked neatly beside a candle.

Wordlessly the men unchain her and step out of the room, shutting it behind. River stills at the centre, uncertain stare drifting from one corner to the next. 

Alone, she thinks.

Shaking with cold and shock, she moves to sit on the bed’s foot but catches herself, realizing that she still stinks of putrid urine. In an attempt at taking her mind off the current chaotic state, River forces herself to examine the woollen coverlet that drapes across the bed. The weaving is very fine, an intricate pattern of leaves and flowers, Persian workmanship -- she knew it from the men that trekked through their region once every year with bags full of exotic plaitings from across the sea.

River swallows a thickening lump forming at the base of her throat at the thought of the Beasts travelling that far, or killing the innocent traders.

Somewhere close at hand is the clattering of plates and dishes. A smell of roast beef creeps into the room. Her stomach heaves, she tastes bile and forces herself to swallow and take a succession of deep, steady breaths.

Her eyes begin to water, throat raw. Deep breaths. In, out, in, out. Deep, steady breaths… River grows still at the sound of light footsteps approaching and then the door latch begins to lift. 

Dry mouth, she waits.

Perhaps it was the expectation of seeing the beast that lay claim to her that bunches up her muscles so tight, she is nothing short of a carved marble statue. The door opens painfully slow and River does not realize that she had held her breath throughout the process, not until a burning ache blooms along her diaphragm.

River blinks at a loss of words as her gaze meets with unfamiliar strange green ones. The woman that stands before her resembles a human yet there is something off about her perfectly marbled features of deep chestnut skin and pressed pomegranate lips. Her curls are held at the top, and despite the silky red gown she wears, River catches glimpses of her seaside thighs which peek through as she walks languidly towards the bed.

The woman pauses and reaches a hand to her waist, deftly working the loose knot that holds the gown together. The creamy sheets slip past the soft curve of her shoulders, like a lover it whispers down her curves gracefully, puddling along her ankles.

The woman shows no sign of acknowledging River.

She could be anything similar to furniture at that moment as she gapes silently at the nude sprawled body. Realizing that she had been staring, River hastily lowers her wide-eyed stare to the plush carpet, soft beneath her feet. 

The sounds of soft inhales is what slants her attention. Timidly, River peers up from between long lashes at the woman who now lies flat on her back, legs spread and bent at the knees. Her slender middle finger slowly glides between her glistening slit, down to her tiny puckering hole before rising up to her clit and circling it slowly. 

River blinks hard, floored by the image before her. She stares incredulously as flaming fingers wrap around her neck and face. 

The woman rubs herself slow and sensually, savouring the moment whilst her other hand kneads her left breast, pinching the n****e just as her finger slips into her p***y down to the second knuckle.

River almost chokes as saliva travels down the wrong windpipe. And she does choke, a sudden tickling sensation crippling her lungs. She whirls around and buries her face into the crook of her elbow, muffling the startled cough that chokes her. She does not turn when the wracks subside, unable to bring her attention to the mewls that grow into wanton moans. 

Oh my god, her eyes rise heavenwards in silent prayer. She shuffles towards the corner and crouches low, sitting pressed with her knees drawn up to her chest, willing the wall to become one with her.

Her heart stutters to a halt as the door opens again. This time, it is not a woman but rather, man.

Him.

Every motion of the towering six-foot eight man that enters is oiled and perfected, a fine mist of silent viciousness shrouding him. His shoulder-length ink dark hair groomed up to a ponytail, a sign of his rude health. The aquiline nose he sports complements his prominent cheekbones. 

He is handsome in an understated way, basalt jaw and spartan shoulders rippling with restless energy and strength. He possesses a latent, leonine power and moves like liquid - purposeful and authoritative. Perhaps what stands out the most is a deep ragged scar that cuts low across right eyebrow, over his pristine-black eye, stopping short of his cheekbone. Another cutting over the left side of his lower lip.

Like the woman, he does not acknowledge the slave huddled in the corner. He drinks from the large golden laced cup in hand whilst approaching the bed just as the woman rises onto her knees. Wordlessly, she reaches for the hem of his shirt and lifts it over his head, next she begins to work his pants open.

Blood rushes through River's ears as her eyes dolefully skim over the beast's wide muscular back, growing pale almost instantly. Scars. Numerous scars and wounds long healed map his bronzed skin. Above it lies dark ink marks - perhaps an attempt at obscuring the damage.

River's eyes snap upwards as the woman wraps her slender hand around his partially hard manhood. Still gazing up at him lovingly, she leans down and kisses the tip, pink tongue darting out to lick between the slit. A low growl escapes him, so animalistic, River flinches at the faint sound. 

The moment the woman's tongue rubs into the underside of his c**k, tasting it, feeling the ridges of his arousal... her eyelids fall closed with relief. She advances forward, sucking it into her throat with quiet desperation, eager, tasting it on the way. It fills her mouth so much her lips pouted around it. And she continued to advance forward, swallow it back until her button nose is flush to his pelvis. 

With her face reddening, she glides her tongue slowly over his balls, desperate to taste more. The movement causes her throat to buck around his c**k. As she sputters and chokes, he reaches his hand out to secure it tightly around her neck, squeezing to fully cut off her air. He begins thrusting into her throat, drool leaks out around the base of it, hanging from her mouth.

She moans against the impact, but the thickness of his c**k stifles them. Suddenly, he grabs the back of her head and pushes it completely down her throat. She could only stay there for a few seconds before she starts to really choke against it, and then he retreats to rub the underside into her tongue.

The beast pulls his c**k from her mouth, dragging cords of slobber with it. Drool hangs from her mouth and chin as she begins to turn around, arcing the sensual curve of her back, presenting him with her dripping hot p***y.

River's breath catches in her throat as the beast rubs the head of his c**k into her folds, from her clit up until he reaches her puckering hole. The woman's head droops forward with a sigh then squeak as his palm lands a violent blow against her right ass cheek. 

Grabbing a fistful of her hair through the bun, he tugs her back, centering her. He begins to work himself in, feeding her an inch before pulling back and advancing another inch. She leaks heavily around his c**k, until he finally squeezes it in, shoving to the hilt.

River's mouth slowly falls open as he begins to thrust, something hot balling in her core at the sight of the woman's p***y clinging to his c**k each time he withdraws only to piston back. The man's growl is low, inhuman as they fall into a rough but tempo pace. 

The sound of her ass slapping into his pelvis echoes through the room. He grabs a fistful of her ass to anchor himself whilst picking pace, slamming violently onto her flesh as it rounds and jiggles upon impact. He pounds violently into her, the bed screeching against the floor as it moves with their movements. 

Beneath him, the woman gasps against the pleasure, bucking her hips back against him. She squeaks out her moans between those gasps. Her t**s bounce with the momentum, n*****s perky and outward. Suddenly, she yells out as her p***y involuntarily and violently squeezes down on his c**k, and he rams through the building orgasm, intensifying it. 

He strokes something deep inside her that causes her to suddenly and completely arch her back, an angle that allows his c**k to slip in deeper. She squirms against him, her ass flush to his pelvis, and screams out as waves of pleasure overtakes her. Her p***y quivers and clamps heatedly around c**k, violently struggling to remove him but his pace remains steady, f*****g her through another exploding orgasm.

Moments later, his own pleasure races towards him and with a low, menacing groan, he explodes inside her.