Slavery Ch. 07

"I killed my father, something that we can discuss another time. We are here, fighting, because I volunteered to return. After corresponding with Mia during my previous absence, I felt that you would be safer here. When I found you pregnant, I also found I was correct." Kalen had stopped walking, and had turned Alana to face him. After brushing a strand of hair from her face, he continued, "any other questions, my lover?" A shiver ran down Alana's spine. This was the first time that he had referred to her like that. The intimacy made her uncomfortable.

"Why is the country at war?" The question met with a booming laugh.

"Territory. There is rarely another reason for war. Yes, people say it is over other things, but at the base, it is for some rich man's greed. It is nothing to concern yourself with." Alana nodded, taking Kalen's hand, and tugging him in the direction of their temporary home.

True to his word, the next morning, Alana awoke to find Kalen almost in perfect condition. The wounds were almost healed, and seemed to be at the itchy stage where the scabs start to drop off. After breakfast, and a quick toilet visit, Alana was left to her own devices in the suffocating tent. T'arik took her to bathe around lunch time, and Kalen took her to swim again in the evening. This turned into a routine, and several weeks passed before there were any significant changes.

"Alana?"

"T'arik!" Alana's face broke into a broad grin as she met the eyes of the General. After taking a moment to put her books away, she took the arm he offered her, and the pair walked through the deserted accommodations of the warriors to the river. Alana always hated this part of the day when there was no one around. It was fine when she had company, but on her own it seemed eerie, almost as if it were an ill omen predicting that the men would never return.

"I have a gift for you, Alana," T'arik said, pride in his voice, and a hint of excitement. He pointed to a low branch of a tree that overhung the river. Alana couldn't help but gasp as the sheer, silvery fabric that hung there, decorated with shimmering crystal, and glistening threats.

"It's beautiful," she exclaimed, her hands exploring every inch of it, "but what is it for? Kalen has been very open in his wishes for me to dress conservatively." Alana was genuinely puzzled. She knew that Kalen was somewhat bemused by T'arik's seemingly innocent friendship with her, but she thought that this would push him too far.

"My dear, it is a gift from him. There will be a celebration tonight, and you must look lovely. He requested a few materials that are in his possession, that will help you to make the most of your beauty." Alana couldn't help but blush at T'arik's sincere sounding complement, and beamed up at him. Before she really thought through her actions, Alana wrapped her arms around his waist, then, going up on tip toe, planted a kiss on his collar bone which was the highest point she could reach. T'arik met her eyes momentarily before leaning down and bringing his lips to Alana's. His kill was gentle, slow and explorative, and gave Alana enough time to really appreciate the lean length of his body, and all of its very solid components.

Finally, it was Alana who broke the kiss as guilt started to twist into a heavy knot in her stomach.

"That kiss should have been for my master." Her voice sounded a little breathless. T'arik nodded, his fingers reaching to stroke the collar around Alana's neck, hovering over Kalen's symbol. Alana's breath hitched as his arm brushed her breast sending sparkling shockwaves through her whole body, and straight to her groin.

"Alana, I don't think bathing today is such a good idea." T'arik's voice sounded strained to Alana, and she knew that he was feeling what she had. How had she let this happen? She cared for Kalen, there was no doubt about it, but her relationship with him had been forced. The one with T'arik had occurred naturally. Still, she was owned, and there was nothing she could do about it.

When Kalen returned after a day of fighting, Alana tried not to be resentful. She showed him extra attention as they swam, then worried that he would somehow recognise her actions as guilty ones. His hands, although they touched her often, remained friendly rather than sexual, as they had since they had arrived. Alana tried to convince herself that this was the reason for her indiscretion, but it didn't quite sit right.

It was only when they had returned to the tent that Kalen mentioned the celebration to Alana. Her stomach churned as he babbled on excitably about it, and she tried to smile through her discomfort.

"Alana?" Kalen sounded annoyed. She met his gaze, and saw exasperation written across his features. She couldn't remember the last thing he said.

"I'm sorry," she stammered, "I'm just so excited to wear my dress." Kalen let out a mock sigh in response.

"So he told you, huh? No wonder you look bored, having to sit through the explanation of the victory twice. That abysmal man just cannot keep a secret." Alana flushed, not remembering any comment about a victory, and prayed that the rather delicious man could indeed keep a secret.

Once Alana was dressed and appropriately decorated -- something that, due to the heat, took rather a long time -- Kalen couldn't take his eyes from her. The knot of guilt in her stomach swelled a little. Alana took Kalen's hand in her own clammy one, and together they walked through the camp. Many other warriors walked around them, all heading to the same place. Eyes were fixed on Alana, gazing at her body through the sheer fabric that she was dressed in.

"Kalen, please, let me go back to the tent." Alana's voice betrayed the nerves that she was feeling. She had a horrible sense of foreboding about the evening, and the interest of so many burly men did little to dissipate her concerns.

"I will keep you safe," was the only verbal reply she received, but Kalen wrapped her in one huge arm, pulling her close to him. It did nothing to help the sweat that was slowly trickling down her body, but at least gave her a modicum of security. Over the trample of the men around her, Alana could hear a frantic beat. At first she thought it was coming from inside her; it seemed to be beating in time with heart. Soon, though, she realised that it was music. An unmistakeable, flickering orange glow told her that there was a huge camp fire, and the smell of roasting meat was starting to fill her nostrils.

When the celebration was finally in view, Alana couldn't believe her eyes. A huge bonfire stood in the middle of a circle of cushions. Beyond the circle were several more circles, each with their own fire. Everything was on a huge scale, and it seemed to Alana that every single soldier must be present. She couldn't have picked anyone that she recognised out of the crowd due to the sheer volume. People definitely recognised her and Kalen, though. Many people shouted and cheered as he approached, chanting his name. It was clear that he had been essential to the event that was being celebrated. Alana felt awful. Is that what he had been telling her before? She mentally berated herself for the dishonour, disrespect, and disregard she had shown him.

Slipping her hand in his Alana spoke to her man, trying to make her voice heard above the people before them. "They are as proud of you as I am." He looked down at her, kissing her briefly on the forehead, and smiling in an intimate way that made her realise how long it had been since he had laid his hands on her.

Following the smell of food, they wandered into the main circle where several men were barbequing huge slabs of meat on sticks. Kalen took one for each of them, laughing as Alana puzzled over how to tackle it. They were given drinks that tasted suspiciously like wine, and stopped to chat to men that had fought alongside Alana's master. By the time they got to the band, Alana and Kalen had both consumed several drinks of wine, and much to Alana's surprise, Kalen swung Alana into the crowd of dancers.

"Dance with me?" Alana met Kalen's fiery glance with a grin. He had never seen her dance before. On Earth, she had danced for years, even joining the dance society, and cheerleading society at university. It had been a while since she had shown off any of her moves, but the beat was strong and she knew that she could give Kalen a show he wouldn't forget.

Alana allowed Kalen to grasp her hands in his, his feet moving slowly, showing her the steps to an unfamiliar dance. A circle of men was forming, each joining hands with the people next to him. Alana and Kalen joined the circle, Alana pleased that she took the hand of a stranger. For a moment she had imagined how awkward it would be if T'arik had stood to the side of her, the memory of his lips moving over hers playing in her mind, but she pushed the thought away. Reciting the steps, she danced with the men for a while. Occasionally, one would break from the circle and take a turn in the middle, honouring them all with a seemingly improvised routine. Alana could spot no discernible pattern for when people should step to the middle. With the wine making her brave, she broke the connection with Kalen and the stranger, and stepped out.

The cheer when Alana stepped forward was close to deafening. Taking a quick glance at Kalen, and see his face expressionless, Alana bit the bullet. Remembering a routine that she had danced in a Latin showcase, her body started moving. Her feet flew over the space causing her hips to wiggle and her bottom to shake. Her arms were used to display her movements to their best, and she was constantly rearranging them. Alana danced closer to some men than other, almost touching them, as the circle continued to move around her. As the routine started to come to a close, Alana decided that it was time to improvise. The next time Kalen came close to her, she placed her back against his front, following the basic steps of his dance so that she could move with the circle. She also embellished a little, making her moves feminine and provocative. It wasn't long before his hands wrapped around her upped arms, and she was dragged from the eager men watching.

Still drunk from wine, she giggled as she stumbled after the huge warrior.

"Alana," he panted breathlessly, and then his lips were crushing hers. He lifted her, Alana's heart in her mouth as, still kissing, he walked them behind some of the surrounding tents, and into an area that was populated sparsely with dried out trees. The wind was almost knocked from Alana as her back collided with one of the trunks, Kalen supporting her with one arm as he fiddled with his wrap with the other hand.

"This will hurt you," he murmured against her as his hard cock sprang free. Alana gasped as she felt it against her thigh. Her legs wrapped quickly around her man, her master, giving him access to her. He took her by surprise, thrusting thick fingers into her tight wetness. She had expected him, in his drunkenness, to take her without preparation. Finding her sufficiently moist, Kalen added another finger, making her feel the burn.

"Is this o.k?" Alana looked up to meet red eyes laced with lust, and a little concern. She knew what he was asking. Could they have sex? Was it safe, both for her, and in relation to making another child? She nodded furiously.

"Fuck me." Her panted words did not go unhindered His fingers were replaced by his cock as he slid the thick head into her. A moan escaped her lips as her fingers searched for flesh to grip onto. In the end, Alana dug her nails into his buttocks, encouraging him to work his way deeper. He thrust forward, sinking further into her, stretching her body painfully. Alana cried out, this time in pain, but Kalen didn't stop. One more powerful movement of his hips and he was inside Alana as far as he could go. Alana's lips kissed his neck.

"Fuck me." This time it was a command, loud and clear. Lust had coiled in her stomach, replacing the guilt of earlier. She wanted to please the man inside of her, wanted him to take his pleasure however he deemed fit. Under her hands, Alana could feel Kalen's buttocks clenching as he moved inside her, slowly but deeply. He was holding back and that was not good enough. As she dug her nails in, Kalen jerked forward, causing Alana to cry out as he slammed into her. She allowed her teeth to sink into his neck, desperate for him to be rough with her. Feeling her bite, he complied. Kalen's breathing turned to ragged gasps quicker than she expected. He was close. She clung to his sweaty body, hoping for some release of her own, but knowing it wouldn't arrive. Her moans in his ear were genuine but sex just wasn't enough. He grunted, thrust hard enough to send sparks of pain flashing through her abdomen, and then just stopped. Done.

Kalen lifted Alana, laying her down on top of the wrap he had removed from his waist. His fingers sunk into her, eased by their combined juices. Alana let out a small whimper of pain, but her back arched, and claw like fingers pawing at the ground betrayed her body's needs. Kalen's hard, calloused thumb gently stroked back and forth over her clit as he watched her reactions. Her body jerked, her breath caught, but he didn't want her to take release just yet. Alana thrust her hips towards his hand, hoping for the fulfilment she longed for.

"Please." She watched a smile spread slowly across Kalen's face. Was this what he wanted? "Kalen, please." Alana was rewarded with a slow lick that started at her anus, dipped quickly into her, and ended at her clit. She shuddered. "Make me come, please, I need it." This time the licks were quicker, lingering longer of her clit, making her moan and writhe on the material. Her hands bunched in it. Alana longed to grab Kalen's head to keep it firmly between her spread thighs, but that wasn't the game.

A finger slid up Alana's tight ass, lubricated by the juices flowing from her. Kalen abandoned his desires to make her beg, and concentrated his mouth over her clit, tugging lightly with his teeth until Alana's thighs clamped around his head as she came, panting and squirming beneath him. Once Alana had caught her breath, she propped herself up on her elbows. Kalen had come to rest beside her, and wrapped and arm lazily over her stomach.

"We are naked. There is a party going on over the top of those few tents. Now is not the time to sleep!" Kalen laughed as Alana spoke. She slipped out from under his arm, pulling her dress down to cover her bare body. "Get up," she continued. When Kalen didn't move, Alana became frustrated. She knew that stamping her feet wouldn't work, but she was damn sure that she wasn't going to be caught fucking in the woods like some randy teenager. She scowled down at Kalen who looked sated, relaxed. She just felt sticky. "I'm going to wash before we go back." At that Kalen finally sat up.

"You must wash in the pool, it's the only place you will be truly safe. Promise me." Alana nodded.

"I will meet you back around the main fire." It was Kalen's turn to nod. Alana turned to go. She had no intention of going down to the pool. By the time she walked back up the hill she would be just as red faced and sweaty as she was now. Still, Kalen didn't need to know that. She could just wash upstream of the bridge. Stomping off away from the few trees, and into the sea of tents, Alana was annoyed that Kalen was leaving her to wash alone.