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Chapter 5 - Lost and Found

I look around and hum, maybe someone will hear me. Then I speak, something I do not do a lot "Hello" I hardly recognize my own soft voice.

Suddenly I heard screeching and growling, and I know again that I am not alone. I went too far outside the zone because there is more than one. I am so dead. I drop the basket because I need to run and this time I have no daggers. Even if I did I could not fend off more than one enemy at a time.

My feet crunch under the dirt and leaves as I run from something that may or may not be chasing me. I trip and fall right into the mud. Mud!

I tear off my top and unbraid my hair and roll around in the sweet cold mud, not only throwing off my scent but pleasing my skin. Maybe my female master is right, perhaps it is all I'm used to because this feels like home. I slipped out of the stupid skit and drenched my whole body. Hell, I may be killed by one or the other at this point for sure so why the hell not feel good when I do breathe my last breath? I lived like a dog, why not die like one too?

I am covered neck to toe in dark mud, not any clean skin showing when I hear the noises again.

I leave the mud, and I run.

My heart is pounding because this feels right. I'm running, covered in mud and I feel like I can fly. But then I hit something hard, and warm, and its arm snakes around my waist.

I cry out and pull if I'm going down I'm going down fighting. My nails scratch at the arm holding me.

"Pet!" He snaps, and I snap my head up. My chest heaving even though I am covered in the mud my nipple peek.

It's him, the brute.

He growls, and I know I am in trouble.

"Did you think to run Pet?"

No!

"Even after I have been kind with you, this is how you repay me?" He growls.

I shake my head no and look all around, twisting in his arms never mind that my nipples are brushing up against him as I do. His deep angry growls turn lighter "You were lost?"

I look at him, eyes sparkling, and nod yes and I pray he believes me.

"I smelt your fear." His voice is calmer.

He shouldn't have been able to smell anything with this mud all over me. I look down, but then so does he. Then before I can look up, he lifts me in his arms and tucks my legs "Feeling better now Pet, I see you got the mud you wanted,"

I'm blushing, and I know he can tell because I didn't cover my face. I pray his hands do not slide down because I am fully aware of how naked I am even If I feel like the mud is a layer of clothing.

"Do you have a name?" He then asks,

I think because it has been so long since anyone has used it "Seraphin."

"Firey one," He stated with a smug smile though I don't know why.

Soon I see water, he is going to make me wash it off. Sadness hits me because the mud feels good, but I am reminded that he said even pets have to be clean. They see it as being dirty. I like being clean too, but sometimes the urge to cover myself in the mud is strong. He walks right into the water with me getting his boots and pants wet. None of the brothers wear a shirt, I'm sure to show off, only leather straps that hold weapons and sorts grace their manly chests. He puts me on my legs, and I stand there. What do I do? I have no clothing.

He scoops up water with his hand and pours it over my shoulder, and the mud starts sliding off. His big palm goes over my collar bone then back to the water and up again letting the water rush down my skin. His palm lowers right over my firm nipple. His hands are rough but warm, and I can't stop the gasp, and I look at him. I swear I can see the reflection of my eyes in his but then I see gold, is that his eyes or mine?

Before I can think on it more, he does it again, rubbing his hand over my other nipple and I'm aware now that they are clean, pink, and rising and he can see them. My breast are not large but not small, slightly smaller than his hand full apparently but they are firm from my work and tight, they don't sag like bigger-chested girls, like his many whores. I am also very aware that I'm younger than the other girls.

He grabs a breast and slightly squeezes, and fear runs through me. He hasn't even bedded Clarian, why would he be touching me?

He leans down and pulls the breast in his hand closer and then his mouth covers my nipple, and I let my head fall. No one has ever touched me before. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

But he growls, "I smell your blood and mud and female."

I blush,

"It calls to me."

What does that mean? His mouth attaches to my other nipple and this time I moan. He releases with a bite and then his nose is in my neck, and his hand is dipping down. I grab it to stop him. I know it could get me killed because he owns me and though it never crossed my mind that he would want to touch me, he can, he owns me. He pulls back and looks at me, and I am aware that he is stronger, that he could keep going if he wanted to. Part of me deep down, wants him to keep going but part of me is afraid, I couldn't please him, could I?

I loosen my grip, and his hand glides between my fold, and he growls, and I bare my teeth at him though I don't have a clue what possessed me to do it.

He growls louder as he runs his finger against my folds that are wet and it had nothing to do with the water. I growl back, and then I try to take a step back, and he follows me. He tries to sink his finger into me but with every move he makes to do so I step back, and I can tell he is getting animalistic.

He is all but snarling at me now, and my back hits the waist-high bank behind me. I snap my teeth at him which just makes him smirk. 

"Bad dog," He says, and I really want to bite him, but he lifts me and throws me on the bank, and my back hits, and I am not fast enough to stop him. His mouth latches on to a part of me that no one has ever seen, much less touched.