Slaved Bride

Suddenly his teeth were in her face and she shrank back before him with a startled gasp. What had she done? She slinked before him as he reminded her of her true status with him. That he could end her just as easily as bed her. She swallowed hard, her charcoal paws now hiding her throat as she lay there beneath him. Her tail was tucked between her legs to cover her vulnerable stomach.

He moves away from her and she holds her pose, trembling. When he pauses she rolls onto her side then sits up, her head low and ears flat. He rumbles about magic and she looks down. She didn't put any magic on him...

"I didn't-" She tried to convince him but he stalked away. Oh...
She waited for him to come back for several hours, but when it became obvious that he wouldn't she cried. What did she do to anger him? What did it mean to be his slave? She was confused, he said she was his slave, and then a bride and now a slave again...

After several more hours she explored the cavern on her own. The tinkling bell of her collar sang back to her against the walls. At least she still had the collar.