"Wake up my pet."
I feel him behind me, and I also feel his bulge. His hands glide down my body, and gosh he is warm. I lift up on one elbow.
"Do not worry I will not take you this night."
I snort, what does that mean? I look at the tent door.
"I will not take another either," He almost sounds as if I insulted him. I yawn when I feel him sniffing, I snort again.
"You smell good," He says into my neck then he licks his bite mark that still hasn't seemed to heal over. It doesn't really bother me.
"You need to eat."
"Sleep," I say, I am still worn out, I know I shouldn't be but I am. I lay back all the way down, my head resting on his arm, my hair everywhere. He moves my hair and licks me again; I open one eye. Does he plan to groom me?! He licks the mark, then my neck, then my arm. Holy shit he is grooming me, and that is just as intimate as nesting. I growl at him, and he answers by pulling me and laying me flat on my back. His arm comes out from under me, and he glares. Slowly he leans down and licks my nipple, "You are salty, and I want to taste you," He says "I will groom you or I will eat you."
I flush because I know what he means by that and he can't do that here, what if someone sees him? I calm myself.
"Good girl," He licks my collarbone, between my breast, a few of my ribs and then he stops at my belly button. He sniffs which makes me giggle and it makes him smile. "Seems I found another button on my playmate," He says and as much as I want to glare or growl I sign in content, hell if he is happy I'm happy. But then worry rushes over me. I can't stay in his bed forever and where is everyone else? He is spoiling me, and that can be just as bad as beating me. Clarain is right, and I hate it when that bitch is right. I whimper, and his smile is gone, "Why do you cry?"
I'm crying?
Just as the thought comes, I feel a tear run down my cheek. What the hell? I roll and cover my face with blankets and curl up and away from him. He reaches to touch me, and I retreat. He doesn't seem to like it but backs away all the same. "Rest mate you are tired."
He leaves and my warmth is gone, I hiccup, it's my own fault. How long have I been lying here? Slowly my eyes get heavy again even with the loss of body heat and before I can think of another thought, I am gone again. Only it doesn't feel like I slept long before I hear his voice again.
"Wake up little one."
I sniff.
"Come you have been asleep for three days."
Three days!?
But I sniff again, I smell something. DaThoren chuckles, "Wake up mate, and I might feed you."
I snort, but really when was the last time I ate, it has been days, almost a week. But I have trained myself to go long periods without food because of my old master and his daughters.
"Come now Pet."
The smell is getting stronger, and finally, I crack open an eye. He is sitting next to me eating, meat!
I lift my head and sniff, so cruel of him to tease me with that. I haven't had meat in I don't know how long. It was a rare thing for my old master to give me meat and if he did it was table scrap.
"You can not have this it will make you sick."
I glare at him and try to sit, but I cry out.
"Lay back do not try to get up," He says quickly. Then he holds his beef piece in between his teeth and grabs a bowl, "This is for you" He sets it down.
It's meat!
It's soaked deer meat but it's meat.
"A kill for you."
My eyes meet his. He killed, for me? Why?
The meat is sweet, and while I'm glad to have it because one I'm hungry and two I haven't had meat in months, I wish it was salty. But they put it in sweet milk to make it soft for me though I don't know why I can eat regular meat just fine. I look at his wrist and up his arm as he sits next to me eating his hard meat. I don't know what got me to do it, but I ate a piece of mine then leaned without sitting up too much and licked him.
I purred.
He stops chewing his food and looks at me. I pull on his arm, I want him to lie down, but he is just staring at me. I lick him again. It's not like I want to groom him, I just want to taste him as I eat. Slowly he lays back, putting his large arms behind his head as he does. I arrange the meat on him, and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I lick around the meat, then devour it. He growls with pleasure, and I wonder what possessed me to do this, and I wonder why he hasn't kicked me out yet for touching him at will. I shake my head and do it again. Laying meat down I lick around his salty skin then eat the soft deer. Then something moves, and I look down. His dick just jumped in his pants, and I lick my lips. What a hard piece of meat that is. As if he reads my mind his hand goes down and frees himself from his animal hide pants.
I pick up another piece of meat and lay it on his massive cock then I eat it, and then I take his head into my mouth. He growls with pleasure again, and both my hands fly up to grab him though it does not even cover the size of him. I know I can't take him fully but he isn't complaining, and neither am I.