Drums... drums in the deep

Her breath stilled as he wrapped his massive paw around hers and pressed it into the cavern floor. So easy for him, a mountain of a man. Her thoughts drifted away from her paw... would it hurt? Maybe a little, maybe a lot, she had never tried. She had been abused and tossed and teased and bullied... but never taken.

He was selfish, there was no escape. He would never let her go, he would never forsake her. Maybe, maybe, these feelings would wane in time, but they were here, and they didn't feel like they would go away any time soon. Him, he was home, and the stale smell of the cavern that once reminded her of dusty tombs would now remind her of the older and empty rooms of the Armada. Of him.

"Home... is wherever you are..." She replied to him quietly.

He clenched his paw over hers and growled his ownership confidently. Sending a thrill of fear and need within her so deep that it could not be quenched, a tightening to her girdle and a shift in her pose responded as if without her.
"Mine." He growled
"Yours." She whispered.

Assenting to whatever happened next. Her breathing was heavy, her golden eyes half lidded against him. She had no more suggestions, questions died on her lips as they tasted her tongue. Words she promised him echoed again in her mind.

"I am yours... you are my Lord, my Liege, my Keeper. I'll not be anyone else's..."

Her own battle of need and wanting overtook her cautions, her curious nature fueled the bonfire within.

"I am unsullied before you, my Liege." She whispered, leaning forward. For some reason, the thought of them being a girl's first always gave them a thrill. She knew this only from the boisterous parties of her past. Would he take what was decidedly his? If they dallied here and he partook of her would their wanting be released?

"Ignita"