Ride this high

She watched her master shift and squirm on top of the damp bedding, trying to get comfortable between his injured side and the wet furs. Finally he settled, and after staring at her for a few minutes like she were some mythical creature, he ordered her to his side, his rough voice returning to the commanding manner it usually was. Her ears folded to her head, wondering if this was where whatever he was tripping on would cause him to be violent. That didn't happen. Instead, as soon as Ali slowly crept close enough to him, she felt the massive brute pull her down to the furs until she was collapsed on her side and her body was tucked up against his with both powerful forelegs wrapped around her midsection, holding her svelte form in an inescapable embrace.

Ali gasped quietly, eyes wide while she tried to peer up at him, though it was difficult with her back pressed snug to his chest and belly. He giggled again, and something about the sound both amused and terrified her. "T-Thank you, Sir," she replied when he commented on her warmth and softness. Most slaves wouldn't have put a lot of effort into their appearance and presentation for their masters, but Aliana had been trained by her slavers to be a breeding bitch, to maintain her fur and body for optimal pleasure when they used her. It had just been a twist of fate that Siren had saved her before she could hit her first heat season. Now Chimera alone got to enjoy all of those traits of her. He squeezed her tight, squeezing some of the air out of her lungs in a soft gasp before relaxing and letting her draw in a deep breath. Gods, he was so powerful! The threat that Chimera could snap her in half if he wished wasn't just tough talk; the brute actually could crush her to death if he wished.

His head curled, aqua eyes met mismatched white and pink, and he continued to speak. He called her pretty, prettier than Dalila, then told her how he had also had his way with Siren's servant on the beach. Ali didn't respond, taking in the story of Chimera raping Dalila, how Dalila had cried to Siren until Siren took her away to protect her. That certainly explained their bizarre relationship. Chimera seemed to be struggling more and more to focus. The medicine was kicking in full swing now. He said he liked Dalila and liked claiming her, and something inside Ali's chest sank. She pursed her lips together, glancing away from Chimera while he called her a "good one" and began to pet her head with large, rough paw pads. He wouldn't remember this conversation, of that she was sure. He was far too high. "Thank you, Sir," she said again, though quieter this time, still trying to calm her panicking heart. The last time she'd been this close to Chimera, he'd nearly broken her neck as he ravaged her like never before. Was that how he'd had Dalila? Was that why Siren took her away and warned Ali about her brother on the first day?

Aliana heard Chimera yawn, and glancing back up she saw those deadly serrated fangs clear as day. Just the sight of them made her heart skip beats, her pulse racing through her veins while her breathing shallowed. The humongous brute squeezed the dainty fae to his chest like a stuffed toy and commented he needed to sleep. Not even a minute later, he was fast asleep, both forelegs wound tight around her chest and taut belly, and one strong knee and thigh hooked around her hind leg. He had her fully in an inescapable hold, and Ali could only lie there in the quiet, listening to the heavy breathing of Chi in her ears while he surrounded her in his body, his touch, and his scent. Ali glanced around the den, half worried about what Viper would do when she came home and saw them like this, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

In the stillness of the night, Aliana leaned her head back against Chimera's chest and listened to the strong, steady beating of his heart for a few moments before sleep finally took consciousness from her as well. She just prayed that in the morning she wouldn't be woken by the feeling of teeth in her neck.

"Aliana"