{Remember, Thyra is in the form of Pat, the muscled commander, whom Thyra killed first.}
"Do you think it would be enough for it to help you escape the mansion?" Thyra smiled as he bent forward and pulled Dali's hand from the bottom of the pillow.
Thyra knew she was holding something beneath the pillow but wasn't sure what it was. As he pulled out her hand, a dagger emerged from its hiding place. Thyra had to struggle to get the dagger out of her hand.
He simply gave up trying, smiled at her, and asked, "You have two options. You can become my concubine and follow me. Your sister will remain safe, and your son…" Thyra thought for a moment before saying, "I can ask the leader to spare him. He might live to see another day."
Dali kept on holding the dagger as she glared at Thyra while waiting for him to continue. Thyra smiled, stating, "The other option will not be good for both of… No, it will not be good for you, but I will get to enjoy it one way or another. But do you think our men would worry about the age of your sister? Or would our leader show sympathy if the child is only two years old?"
The intensity of her hatred didn't decrease as she continued to glare at Thyra.
Thyra shook her head, claiming, "If I were you, I would have decided faster. The leader had ordered to kill all of Feitur's blood as soon as the sun rose. And if I am still low on energy, It will be 'very' hard for me to help you."
Dali's breathing was so loud that he could hear it clearly. She was biting her lower lips, still having conflicting thoughts.
Thyra hit the last nail in the coffin, "Do you think other commanders or the general will be willing enough to reason with you? If they were here…" Thyra smiled at her, affirming, "You would have had a small bulge on your stomach."
"But I am here to give you a choice." Thyra moved down from her waist. His lower half didn't have any cover as he climbed off the bed.
His current meat stick had already escaped the undergarment that was supposed to keep Feitur's meat shaft hidden. Thyra could feel the reason why.
Thyra could feel heat gather in his lower abdomen, but the amount was nowhere near enough to make it stand.
It wasn't totally peeled off, either. Only the light purple round head was peeking out of the dark foreskin.
Yet, it was already of the length and thickness that would have satisfied many women.
Whether it was the thick veins that ran along the length or the fact that it was already the length of his real shaft without any stimulation, Thyra couldn't help but take another look at the monster that was hanging between his legs.
'Whatever. I am just fourteen. My thing would grow more.' Thyra didn't realise he just felt envious of this thing, but he understood how Pat had wasted so many women in a short time at the conference hall.
'It's not the time for that,' Thyra thought, looking at Dali. Even if he had climbed off her, Dali wouldn't move.
She kept holding on to the blade and looking at the ceiling for a moment. Then she raised the dagger and held it in a position, with the tip aimed at her own throat.
"Do it." Her hand trembled because of Thyra's mocking laughter. She heard Thyra add, "You are not courageous enough to kill."
Even without Thyra's words, Dali knew she wasn't strong enough. If she were determined enough, she wouldn't have married that sorry excuse of a man. She would have run away with her lover, but…
'There is no but. The only person who can save them is me.' She was painfully aware of the truth. Dali sat back up, with the dagger tip touching her throat.
"If I give myself to you, you will protect my sister and son, right?"
"No," Thyra said without hesitation. Dali looked at her in confusion. "You have nothing that you can use to negotiate with me. Do you want to kill yourself? Do it. Why do you think I would care?"
Dali had no words to refute his logic. She had no problem understanding that, in the eyes of this man, she was no different from those women his husband had spent nights with. She was nothing but a piece of meat to satisfy his lust.
If it wasn't enough to understand, Thyra had stated it loudly for her.
"You are no different from those whores from the brothel. You will still not be able to leave the city even if I let you go now and you convince the general that you have no connection with that fatty. As long as you are in the city, you have three fates."
Thyra looked at her expression before adding, "Either you become a war prostitute for the army, or you get used by a few soldiers to die horribly in a dark alley, or you have the child of one of the commanders so you can survive the worst. Most importantly, you don't get to choose what your fate will be."
"I am giving you an easy way out." Thyra spread his legs wide, putting his thick worm on full display, "You can choose it now. And if you work hard enough, I will 'try' to protect your sister and son. But all that depends on your performance."
Dali continued to stare at the floor. Her head was shaking, and her breathing was rough. She didn't raise her head when she asked, "Would you let them go if I satisfied you tonight?"
"No, I won't let them go." Her eyes were red when she glared at him.
She clenched her fist so hard that her nails dug into her skin, yet Thyra smiled, adding, "I will protect them, not let them go. And if you consciously decide to become my concubine and give birth to a few of my children, I promise you this: As long as I am alive, no one will ever touch them."
*Clank*
As soon as Thyra ended her words, Dali threw her dagger. It wasn't aimed at him. Instead, it hit the wall opposite Thyra and fell to the ground. Dali stood up and walked towards Thyra before stopping in front of him.
"As long as you protect them, I will lay on the bed and let you do anything with me. I will give birth to as many of your children as possible. But you must promise you won't touch my sister and protect my son."
"I don't like it."
"You… What do you want?"
"I want women who are active on the bed. If I wanted a bitch to breed, I wouldn't have asked for your opinion. My seeds would have been leaking out of your baby hole by now."
She stared as her chest continued to rise and fall. Thyra smiled, asking, "What is your decision then?"
Dali went on her knees, sitting right between Thyra's legs. At such close proximity, she was absorbing his musky smell with each breath. She looked at the sleeping monster, wondering if it was real or not.
"I am waiting."
Thyra's words broke her trance. She took a deep breath, straightened her back, put her long hair in a bun on top of her head, moved forward, and kissed her new master's weapon.