She was leading them places again. Not that she was able to figure much out about scents. She had yet to find a familiar one and felt just as frustrated as Ultyr was likely with her at this point. She wanted to do good, she really did. She wanted to please him to keep him being kind to her. She didn't want to go back to the way she had been treated before.

He had her eating almost daily now, shoving things like livers and other protein rich foods at her and demanding she eat them. The results were starting to show, and she kind of enjoyed it. Her ribs she couldn't see them anymore, and her stomach wasn't as sunken in. He was a benevolent as he said God. She was honestly starting to believe it too. He didn't practice horrid things and was sweet with her, mostly. He still seemed to want to demand her to eat more. She had no clue why.

She moved with a small pep to her step. The air here she could tell something was different. She turned and gave him a smile, she wasn't as afraid to look upon him anymore but she still had a decent amount of sense to not try to upset him. She had been insistent about this direction to him as well. They had passed that strange smell again but she still couldn't put her paw on just why she should know it. She had been looking for seashells along the shore when she smelled it but it was gone just as soon as she smelled it.

She gave a small spin in her place in her excitement as she then started trotting again. She knew this smell. Sulfur and water. She hadn't seen a hot spring in what felt like forever. She dashed to a nearby pool and grinned to herself. She wasn't going far from him she hoped he knew. She looked down in the water. It was so clear she could almost see the sky and her own reflection. She turned her face this way and that as she looked at herself in the water. Her cheeks had filled out though she was still slim, she had Ultyr to thank for that. Her little tail gave a wag at that. She was still uncertain with others but she had sort of figured out where she stood with Ultyr. She did whatever he wanted and in turn she was rewarded with food and safety from the world. She had smelled another male on him recently though and she kind of wanted to meet them, if they were friends with Ultyr then they would obviously be safe for her.

"Things I Hear"

His firey gaze would linger as she walked around. Tracing the curves of her body as she filled out. She was almost ready. Almost. Surely Abaddon wouldn’t mind since Ultyr was the god-prince, slated to be the high holy God King of Archnemes. Any bastards he sired would just be that. Bastards, slaves, servants, soldiers. He had plans for the progeny between himself and Abaddon. He would sanctify Abaddon, and they would rule together, he decreed it. His kitten was nothing more than a walking womb to him. Though she had very useful skills, he knew he had her wrapped around his paw like a good little devotee.

She was nothing but his father’s leftovers, but also the last leftovers of his fathers he could cling to.

He had grown frustrated with their travels. He was nigh done letter her lead him about. She couldn’t track worth shit despite her penchant for geography and maps.

He saw her little spin. He narrowed his eyes to watch her skitter onward following a smell. He trailed after her.

They came upon some hot spring pools. Was this what grabbed her sense of smell? A muscle twitched around his eye.

He was following but not as fast as before and she had to wonder if he was upset with her. But she also had a idea and moved to him and got behind him and aimed to push him towards the pool with her paws on his thigh.

His highness and her master had hardly been to a hot spring since Archnemes she figured. When was the last time he let warm waters sooth him? She may not be able to speak but she was going to try. He was so uptight, always seemed stressing about this or that. When was the last time he relaxed? She knew she wouldn't actually be able to budge him but hopefully he got the memo.

Her paws would return to the ground and she was returning to the side of the pool and shrugging her bag off before looking towards him, if he hadn't gotten the memo her paw was lifting and she was pointing at him then the spring. She may only be a farmers daughter but she knew how a sore muscle could be soothed. With how they had been running around ragged it was a wonder he wasn't sore visually. He also had no idea the other idea in her little head. She had a lot to thank him for lately. She couldn't tell him with words but actions were everything.

"Things I Hear"

He flicked his head to the side as a strong smell came to waft at his nose, was that...? He watched her bound around him and felt the small little paws push against his thigh toward the smell. He narrowed his gaze at her, what was she playing at? She continued to lead him through the foliage and there he saw several steaming pools of water! When was the last time he had his holy body cleansed? Was the temperature safe?

His eyes of fire orange watched her place her bag down and use every muscle in her body to urge him in, pointing and gesturing. He couldn't help but the satisfied smile creep over his lips. The temptation was certainly thrilling...

He sniffed the water, it was not the perfumed baths of Archnemes but natural springs would be enough to ease the aches. Perhaps he could ignore her tantalizing scent for a while longer.

Slowly he tested the hot waters and found them pleasantly warm. He eased into the mineral waters with a groan. Losing himself in the pleasant sensation of floating before he peeked an eye open to keep tabs on his slave.

He seemed to get the idea finally. And she watched as he moved and slid into the waters. Her ears pricking at his groan. Had he been hiding something the whole time?

She moved, following him and slipping into the hot water after him. Her supplies were left safely on the shore as she swam after him. She broke off though going for a side. Her paws finally finding a rock that would help her balance and sit. She took a paw and quickly scrubbed at herself, scrubbing scents off, unaware he watched her. Though she finished quickly, before moving to the edge of the pool again and sitting herself to wait for him to be done, though her eye was on something else. Her want to make sure he was happy, or as happy as he could be.

Her idea to find some kind of metal in a wreckage or something to melt down and cap his claws or fangs in wasn't going to be easy. At least one thing was certain, this hotspring might help him be less mean and gruff, though she had no clue that was linked to her heat cycle. She turned to look at Ultyr then. Ocean and fire meeting for a moment.

"Things I Hear"

He hadn't realized how much his body was holding itself together like a coiled spring under a mountain. His shoulder and paws had ached after so long walking and hunting and traipsing over saints knows where and what. He sank deeper into the water, just enough to keep his nose clear as he watched her scrub her fur clean. His eyelids drooped heavily as the water loosened his tender muscles. He hadn't realized that perhaps that underlying pain had made him more irritable of late.

He lifted his frame and began scrubbing the dirt and grime off himself. It had been so long that he wondered how the spring remained so clear as the mud and soil of their travels clouded the waters briefly.

The last time he had a bath... Hmmm... the vision through his dark lashes obscured his view and it was almost as if the judilan prince of snow and smoke was here with him again. The memory sparked his drive to find his Angel. All would be right again once he was found, once they were reunited. Abbadon, his Angel of Destruction. An ocean blue orb caught his firey gaze, he held her eyes, one clouded from blindness... If you mixed them together then perhaps the storm blues of Abaddon could be seen. He looked away from her, intent to chase away any thoughts of hopeless melancholy in missing his Abaddon. He misses him so that he can find him. He missed him more than those blasted bronze nail caps his father stripped from him. How he loved to run them through his pale grey fur.

Her eye looked away when his did. She should help his muscles like a good slave. A blush came to her face at the thought though, he might take it as something else.

She needed to be a good slave though. So she was moving towards him. Her confidence was minute. She didn't know if this was overstepping. But he did a lot of hunting and stuff for her. She paddled her way to him, taking a position behind him before reaching out her paws and beginning to try to work the nots from his shoulders and neck. Her paws were not experienced but she hoped it would do.

Of course if he told her to stop she would. Her ears were perked for his words.

"Things I Hear"

He heard the movement in the water and glanced back to catch her movements. She was coming toward him, not away. He moved one ear to keep tabs on her as his gaze moved out to the scenery. He was just about to huff and pull himself out when he stiffened as he felt her rub into his shoulders. He eased his head down to rest on the side of the spring, a low half contented rumble his response to her feeble attempt at massage. He would get these weekly as the ruling god prince of the land. A luxury he had taken as if it were granted to him, his royal and holy right for his muscles to be eased and relaxed as he protected and conquered the kingdoms for Archnemes.

The weeks of his exile had started to wear on him. He had not given himself the time to truly process what had transpired, the cruelty of his father, and his fall from grace.

He allowed her to work his shoulders and neck, though her strength was nothing like the bathing slaves of his home, nor her expertise. But to have her run her paws over him, of her own volition, was something he would not admit he craved. He just wished it was another's paws and not this tiny scrap of a silent girl that would never speak to him, never tell him her name from her own lips. Silent like all of the other servants he had grown up with.

She did her best to work his muscles for him, trying to replicate what she had seen when held by Aryn. Not that she had paid alot of attention to it but she had had little else to satisfy her ever growing need to learn. Not that either prince or king would of cared. She was nothing to them. Ultyr had reminded her of that recently. A mental sigh was given. If only she was pretty or half as good at anything like Abbadon or someone else. She was a useless thing they kept about, like a pet.

The thought brought a sadness to her eye. She wouldn't be loved the way she loved. Why did it matter though? She shook the thoughts clear and went back to trying to focus on his massage. She was definitely not sure she was doing it right. She glanced over his shoulder at his face as he tried to relax to check if it was right, not stopping the movements of her paws as she tried to relax his neck muscles. Maybe if he was satisfied with this he would be less gruff later. Her fur was fluffing against the wind as it blew a gentle yet warm breeze over them. Maybe she should draw this place and try to sketch him later as well. She did miss sketching more freely and more than just landscapes and small birds she'd seen. Not that she sketched often but when she did it was for the benefit of cartography.

"Things I Hear"

Since he had corrected her mistake of hiding from him they had been a bit more tense together. As he turned the recent memory in his head he realized he had let his fear control him. His fear that she had betrayed him, or been taken away from him. Here she was attempting to mend that rend and please him by gently massaging the knots in his muscles.

His displeasure and fear had started to color his perception of her. Though it was her fault for letting him come to these ideas, he appreciated her efforts to soothe him. With a relaxing sigh, he began to melt under her ministrations, then began to guide her movements to better effect.

"A little harder there." He said softly, "Follow that hardness up to the root and hold it to the count of ten." This way she could learn of the different muscle groups that held their bodies together.

The warmth of the spring and her working his muscles made him relax more and more. The ruffle of the soft wind in his fur carried the scent of hers wafting up to him. And her gentle pressure along his neck almost felt like tender kisses. Perhaps she was ready to bring forth his first collection of servants and soldiers... He could train them to fight in... a season? By the end of next season, he would have the start of his army... Then perhaps he could head back to Archnemes and reclaim what was his this time next year. Yes...

He let out a relaxed sigh and her ears perked. That was pretty close to praise in her world and she narrowed her eyes in focus as she tried to keep doing what had made him sigh. Only for him to guide her with words in the next moment. "A little harder there." She pressed a little harder into that muscle as he directed, but she was still afraid of hurting him. One wrong move and she could hurt him unintentionally. "Follow that hardness up to the root and hold it to the count of ten." She pressed her way up the muscle doing exactly as he said. Her tongue was out in concentration, pressed between her lips and off to the side as she counted.

At a ten count she released the muscle and made to do the same to the other side. She wasn't confident she was doing this right but hopefully he was happy with it. She really wanted to see him relax a little. Not everything in life had to be so serious. If he had been her brother she might of grabbed mud and plopped it right on his nose or started a splash fight. But as he had clearly made his dislike of games known she wasn't about to try. She wasn't in the mood to start a new fight or make him angry at her again.

She started trying to work out the knots in his lower back next, aware that muscles near the hips might hurt more than his shoulders. Those were the muscles one tensed more before sprinting and hunting. He'd been doing a lot of that lately too. He was working to feed both himself and her, and he had been so adamant about her putting on weight that she was certain he was hunting extra just for her. She would of told him to slow down if she could of. Not that he would of listened. After all he was a "god". She still had doubts about gods though, seeing as none answered prayers or listened when you needed them.

"Things I Hear"

He couldn't help the satisfied rumble that escaped his throat as he sank into the hot waters of the spring. She listened to his instructions well and she intuitively went to the other side. Oh yes, He'll reward her handsomely after this.

The god-prince Ultyr felt her paws work down to his hips. He hadn't even realized how sore his hips had been until she started to work them. He let her work on them for quite a while, feeling every tender muscle relax under her touch. He had missed this service that was his right. With more practice, she could be rather good.

He slowly orbited his body under the water until he was facing her, "Good enough." He said with a pleased rumble. He reached out and cupped his paw under her chin.

"With more practice, you could be very good at it." Her gentle ministrations over his body had begun to awaken him. He gently hooked one claw under her chin and brought her closer through the water.

"It's been a while since you've been rewarded. And you've been behaving so much better lately. Perhaps, finally, now that you are fed you might like a chance to carry the young of a god..." He licked her lips to encourage her blooming, and he dragged his other paw down from the back of her neck to the base of her tiny chopped tail.

He was relaxing even further under her paws and it urged her to continue on. Even if it felt weird to massage him it was her duty to make him happy wasn't it? She continued on and tried to keep a good amount of pressure like he had showed her the entire time. Though she was terrified of scratching or causing a nerve to pinch, he'd beat her for sure.

He started turning to face her while dismissing her paws on him and she retracted her paws and placed them back under herself. "Good enough." She went to turn her eyes away but then he was turning her chin up to him and her eyes went to his with a small hope that maybe he was done being angry with her now. "With more practice, you could be very good at it." Her ears pressed towards him. It was as close to praise as he got she had learned. He dragged her closer with her chin and she gave no resistance, he had never hurt her when he was in a good mood, and from what she could tell he seemed happy, or at least as happy as he got.

"It's been a while since you've been rewarded. And you've been behaving so much better lately. Perhaps, finally, now that you are fed you might like a chance to carry the young of a god..." His words caused her to press her ears and look up at him with a slight shock, but it was short lived shock. She was the slave and she knew better than to deny. His tongue on her lips had her tilting her chin further up to him and moving on her own to be in better reach for him. Then his paw moving to her hips above her tail had her blushing and curling her tail to the side for him. She knew the role of cum bucket, and if this was what he wanted her job to be then so be it. She was the slave and he was the master, she had no right to deny him anything. He would likely rip the children from her as soon as he could as well. A fact that should sadden her but something in her hoped this was something more than that between them. That some part of him cared about her. She cared about him.

"Things I Hear"

--- Explicit below this point ---



She brought her chin up to him, returning the kiss. Allowing him more access. He languished his tongue over her lips and then inside her mouth. He knew she would enjoy it all better if she was thoroughly warmed up. His paw that drew down her back scooped around her leg and his paw pressed over her precious flower. His pad rubbed around it under the warm waters. Her heat scent was still infused into her fur despite the bath.

Ultyr pulled away for a moment to bring his lips to her ear,
"You should be honored to be chosen to carry my holy seed." He whispered. The claw that had held her chin was tracing that cry line down her cheek then drawing down her throat as his other pad pushed over her tender spot with a slow rhythm. With every push he grew more and more hungry to satisfy that urgent scent she had been teasing him with this whole month.

He deepened the kiss and she denied him nothing. His scent filled her nostrils as she inhaled deep from her nose to keep from losing her breath. Her eyes fluttering closed only to fly open once more with a gasp as his pad touched over her flower. His menstruations causing a hitch in her breath and her leg to lift to him. Her lips released from his as he brought words to her ear.

"You should be honored to be chosen to carry my holy seed." His words should of brought worry to her, should of made her upset, but no. Her worth in herself was so low that she only nodded to him as her only way of telling him yes master. She didn't feel worthy but his touch and actions made her feel cared about. He'd fed her, protected her, only hurt her when she did something stupid. A gasp of breath against his nail as he pressed the pad of his paw against her, back arching slightly. The rhythm and every press against her flower causing her stomach to tense. Her scent driving him on and her not even knowing it. He'd teased her and touched her this entire season, drove her body crazy with need. A part of her craved the release he gave her as her "rewards". Ultyr had become something she needed to survive. Brain warped from mistreatment, and his praises and rewards. Nothing he did was to hurt her but to keep her safe, to care for her.

She was panting from not just the heat of the water, but from the heat in her abdomen.

"Things I Hear"

The subtle arch of her back made him pant against her neck as he dug within her. Her delicate form pressed against his robust chest as he carefully placed that wandering paw at her shoulder, released her sensuous spot, and then gently twirled her around in the water to face away from him. His paw found her again as he wrapped his immense arm around her and held her against him. Pressing and diving until she arched her head into his chest. His nose buried into her neck to hungrily drink in her heat and let it fuel him.

Poor little Judilan peasant that she was. The vulgar plaything of a cruel king then the ripe servant of a depraved holy prince. He moved them to the edge of the pool and let her brace herself there. His paws ran over her fur, swept her tail away, and clasped her hips, then with a lecherous lunge he propelled his sword within her. With a moan, he bent over her back as the blistering heat swelled in his belly.

His paw moved to her shoulder as he released her from his touch on her womanhood, causing a breath to release from her as the only noise she could make. Her throat clenched in her soundless whine. Only for him to turn her and bring her to his chest once more. His paw returning to between her legs and to pleasure her more. A hitch of her breath and a paw grasping the arm he had on her chest.

He drove forth, bringing breaths and gasps to her lips. His nose to her neck, building the tension in her nether regions and the coil in her stomach to tighten. His reward an arch of her back and her head thrown back as the tension burst into his paw. The scent she exuded heavy in that moment, letting him know everything he needed to in that moment. He moved them then as she panted and her clouded eye looked up to him, begging in the moment. He placed her at the edge of the pool and she almost thought he was done and wanted her out, both front paws grasping the edge ready to pull herself out, only for him to caress her once more causing her to stop all movements. He swept her tail away and she tensed it so it would remain where he put it. Then he was grasping her hips, his massive form able to wrap both arms around her and hold her in place. A thrust and he was inside her, a big breath of a gasp given, her chest to the ground and claws digging into the dirt beneath her.

"Things I Hear"

Ultyr felt her breath on his cheek as he drove within her, growling with the effort to go as slowly as he could. Her scent made his mouth water as he took her from behind. She was his slave, his! This time he would fill her belly with more demi gods to serve their new king. He would be king!

His breath rasped as he watched her scrape the ground with her claws. He grunted as he steadied the rhythm within her, his teeth clasping at the nape of her neck to steady her. His claws dug into her hips as he ground into them. Finally, the rhythm became torrid and unbearable, coiling within him gathering and gathering until he flung his head back and reached the pinnacle of their writhing. For the first time, he held her there. He didn't pull back. With a few more pumps for good measure, he slipped out of her and sighed with triumph. Sinking into the water to relish in the aftereffects flooding his system. He had never completed the task in a fertile woman before.

His sword driving into her had her panting and gasping for air. Her mind fogged and no coherent thoughts able to form as pain and pleasure mixed. His teeth gripped her nape and claws dug into her, likely bruising her smaller frame, bringing a gasp to her. Eyes closed as she let the pleasure take her brain and he worked her up to that edge again, scent heady and singing to him her heat being at its peak. Back arching into him and breathy gasp given to the air around them as his pace quickened and became stronger. His sword pressing into her womb with every thrust. Her own pleasure building to a pinnacle along side his. His jaws released her and a steady grind into her from him and she was clenching her teeth and closing her eyes tight as her body took from him his seed. Her body tensed and clenched as he finished, encouraging his body to give everything to her as he finished and grinded into her a few more times.

As he slipped from her she brought her shaking legs up from the edge and let herself collapse at the side of the pool, tail hanging off the side and legs kicking to the side. Her chest was heaving and she let her eyes blink a few times only to let them slide closed. She was on a high and her body shaking from everything, her stomach muscles clenching and loosening with her exertion. She felt exhausted but she wasn't sure he was done. She rolled from her side and while still panting for breath looked back towards him. He had aimed to fill her womb this time, to make her fall pregnant. Where did this put them? She was his by all rights and his slave, but did he care for her beyond being a cum dumpster and bitch to bear him children? Her eye was soft and full of hope and affection for him as it landed on him. She wasn't sure if he gave her the order to walk right now she would be able to, and if she slipped into the water to wash again it might anger him or she might just drown. She felt like she had no strength in her legs right now.

"Things I Hear"

He leaned back against the side of the pool. His eyelids gently closed as he relished in the aftershocks and steadied the heaving of his chest. The warm water soothed his muscles. He opened one eye as he heard the shifting of her panting body over the ground. Her mismatched eyes looking to him for direction, for hope, for something a little more than what he had given her.

Greedy... He half smiled with a huff as his breath finally steadied. He pulled himself from the pool with a sigh and shook the water free. No doubt if the wind picked up she'd be cold. The water clung to his muscular and sensuous form as he walked to her precious little pack and fished in it for a stored snack he had placed there earlier.

"Have a nibble and we can let the sun dry out our fur." He commented with a pleased growl. He was in an excellent mood now. More than satisfied with her. He drew closer to her again and noting her subtly shaky legs he flopped down beside her and drew her in close to him. He ran a claw over one of her black marks on her forehead then drew it down her nose to that long line over her muzzle and under her chin. He lifted up the portion of meat for her to open her mouth and take from him. His firey gaze drank in every expression on her face.

"speech"

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