The swim from the islands had been horrid. If that wasn't bad, there were other things she had to worry about. One thing after another. The ground here was muddy and covered with a layer of water that washed in from the ocean. It was nasty. Her paws sunk in the muck, which was sticky and grimy all in one go. Her nose was burning from the smell of salt water as well.

Her pelt was clinging to her and she hated every second of it. She could swear Ultyr was probably laughing at her several times when she had inhaled water on their swim over and ended up silently coughing it up. How horrid the taste of salt water was. She was hating every second of this.

She pressed her ears back. Hopefully Ultyr wouldn't start thinking her useless yet. If he did then she would likely be deemed trash and disposed of. That was one of the worst things that could happen. Her eye moved across the water and her tail tucked. Was that a log? Wait a minute.... it was moving towards her? Shit! That was no log! She jumped and darted to be behind Ultyr, she was no fighter. Hopefully he could fight it for them.

"Things I Hear"

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Growing up on the edge of the ocean gave one a certain opportunity to hone their skills. Namely swimming. He was on the verge of leaving her to drown as he swam ahead but something in him told him he probably shouldn't. There was something about the girl that he didn't want to let go of. When he stood up in the shallows he grasped her scruff to save her from flailing about and dragged her unceremoniously onto the muddy shore. He said nothing about it. He didn't laugh or chuckle. She was so slight in frame, even lighter than his Abbadon, that he easily lifted her up like a kitten.

Prince Ultyr huffed the salt water out of his nose and peered over the terrain as she got her feet out from under her. It was interesting to say the least, the trees grew as if from the water instead of soil. He was looking up into the canopy when he felt her sudden presence behind him, shaking in fear. His brow furrowed in confusion, it was the first time she had touched him of her own volition. The shadowy log finally came into view as the crocodile lifted his nose to show a handsome row of sharp teeth.

He snarled at the strange reptilian beast. With a hefty swipe, he struck out at the snout. That seemed to make it angrier. It thought it could make the God-Prince into a meal? He smirked.

He saw a low crooked bend in a tree where he could easily reach. He needed to get this girl out of the way of these teeth first or else he'd just be tripping on her.

Ultyr aimed another smack on the beast, spun around, grabbed the girl again by the scruff, and hefted her up into the seat between some tree branches, well away from this croc beast. Then he pushed away from the tree to lead it away from her.

As Ultyr gripped her scruff she gave a silent gasp. She hadn't expected him to touch her. Her tail kissed her belly and she curled up the moment he did though. She was miniscule compared to him. One wrong move from her and he could end her life. It was best she didn't struggle, thrash or anger him.

He placed her in the crook of a tree and she scrabbled to stay put. Her toes splayed and the moment he released her She was wide eyed looking after him. Had he just? But it made no sense. Why would he put her out of harms way? Why would he care what happened to her? Her brain was all puzzles now.

Her eye moved from him to the creatures of the swampy area. So crocodiles and likely snakes would be common here. The trees were creepy too. Not her ideal place for a vacation spot. Not that this was a vacation. Hell what even did a vacation feel like? The noise of him fighting had her ears pressed back. Should she try to help? She wasn't a fighter but she could definitely try. Though she might be in the way if she did. Best to stay put.

"Things I Hear"

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The girl was thankfully good about him handling her. She also had a particular kind of training he was very aware of.

The croc nearly took his tail off and snapped its jaws shut on the air as Ultyr spun around. With the girl safe he sprung into action. First several lengths away from her tree then as it chased after him he leaped up onto its strange bumpy back. He tried to take a bite of it behind the eyes but the skin was too tough and it thrashed with as much energy as to destabilize him and he stumbled off it.

He quickly glanced at the girl and saw her urgent look. He barked, "You stay there!" Then he bounced back as the hissing rumbling creature snapped an inch away from his heel.

Just as she was about to jump down and help his voice came out loud and clear. "You stay there!"Her ears pressed. She knew better than to disobey. But that was a very big predator. Could he handle it alone? She wasn't sure, but she also didn't want punished for not listening.

She leaned back and settled on looking about the area and trying to ignore the fight. There were vines hanging from some of the trees and if she could remember her time before she was a slave she might be able to put a name to some of it. As it stood though she couldn't remember that part of her childhood. She could tell these trees had stood for years here too. Did their roots intertwine in the ground she had to wonder. Her eye wondered about taking in the scenery, while also looking for anything that could be helpful to them. Could Ultyr fight the croc alone and live? Did she want him to live? He was definitely a safer alternative to have with her than to wander these lands alone. For all she knew she could find another Aryn.... that was definitely less than appeasing.

"Things I Hear"

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His entire focus zeroed in on the beast. He was done testing its speed and maneuverability. He wasn't about to let this earthly creature get the best of him, the God-Prince of Archnemes.

He launched his attack at the side of its face, aiming for its eye and scored as it moved to intercept. With a snarl he raked his teeth over its snout. It twisted as he leaped over its back and dug his claws into each eye hole, and rolled off it as it started its own barrel roll in the mud. Blinded and in pain it slipped back into the water. God-Prince Ultyr chased after it swiping at its tail for good measure and wading into the waters with a huff. He swished his way into the water and swiped at any other curious "logs" daring to come in close.

When he was thoroughly satisfied they were no longer in danger, a hunger rose up in him. A hunger to celebrate in the only way he knew how. He slowly approached the tree he had left the slave girl in. He didn't know her true name, only the name his father would call her. His father mistreated his slaves and Ultyr... Ultyr was a benevolent God.

"Come down." He commanded simply, offering her his shoulders for her to step on to assist in her descent.

He glanced around for a soft dry place above the mudline. A place more comfortable for them both. He nosed her, and the scent of her recent loss of litter and subsequent reset of her cycle brought his head up as he looked down at her minuscule body, measuring, calculating. Her talents were still unknown to him.

"You were once my father's." He stated lowly, "As I am your god, I will feed you, and protect you, because I am benevolent. You saw how well I kept Abaddon, I will keep you also." He decreed, and gently pushed her in the direction he wanted her, "Pain will no longer be in your life, nor hunger." Another gentle leading to the place he decided would be theirs for the duration.

He sat and sank to his elbows, "Here." He pointed to the space between his paws, he wanted her to settle there.

The sounds of fighting stopped, drawing her attention back from her mental mapping of the place. Her eye moved to him for a moment before dropping from his form as he turned. He didn't look hurt. Perhaps the worrying was for nothing.

"Come down." her ears pinned at the command but she still dared not disobey. She spread her toes to help her grip the tree and started sliding down the trunk at first, before lifting a leg and using his proffered shoulders to hop down. She did her best to make it quick and shook her pelt to straighten it back out.

If she could of thanked him she might have, though that would of probablymeant another beating or worse so she was glad she couldn't. Though the feeling of his nose near her most intimate parts had her wide eyed and her tail curling as far as it could under her. "You were once my father's." he was stating the obvious. She disliked every moment spent with that man. "As I am your god, I will feed you, and protect you, because I am benevolent. You saw how well I kept Abaddon, I will keep you also." she was aware she was a slave. But she had no gods.... did he know? A gentle nudge and she was moving.

More words as he maneuvered her where he wanted. He seemed obsessed with Abbadon.... but she could still smell his musk in the air around them. "Pain will no longer be in your life, nor hunger." he was leading her to shallower and shallower water. She had to question that statement silently though. No longer know pain? That's all she had learned about under Aryn. No longer hungry? That had to be some cruel ploy to get her hopes up. Food wasn't always freely given she knew that.

"Here." she stopped in place. A brief moment of either stupidity or courage she wasn't sure which, had her looking to where he gestured. Between his paws.... in front of him. A tremble passed through her. She didn't dare disobey though, lest his good mood turn sour. She gingerly stepped over his legs, careful not to touch him. Her tiny body coming to be in-between his paws. But she dared not sit or move in a way he didn't instruct. She knew these giants had a temper, and she was but the smallest flick or bite from death.

"Things I Hear"

She was afraid. His eyes of glowing embers roved over her tiny body. She obeyed. He saw every protruding rib along her side and the thin angles of her hip bones.

She gingerly sat between his arms and he lifted his massive paw and gently brushed it over her ruined cheek. His father had done a true number on her. Her clear blue eye was deep and frightened. Terrified of what he would do to her. He remembered his first night with Abaddon and how he learned that the pleasure he had taken from the silent slaves was stolen from them, that they endured in pain... He would not be benevolent if he didn't make efforts to nourish and protect his flock, even from himself.

"I will show you... a different way... to celebrate." He said with a low hungry rumble. Excited to show her something new. She had only known pain from his monstrous father. His face was stoic and neutral but his eyes softened with delight as his paw traced the cry line over her cheek to under her chin. Drawing her nose up toward his mouth with the tip of a claw. He drew his nose close to hers until they shared a breath. He tilted his head and let the tip of his tongue brush her lips with all the weight of a butterfly's wing.

She did her best to not look in Ultyr's eyes. Everything in her "training" told her it was a bad move. That he might feel challenged, might feel like she wanted to fight him. She stood no chance of fighting him. But the moment a paw touched her she tensed and closed her eyes, expecting a slap or something harsher. Only the touch was gentle.

"I will show you... a different way... to celebrate." she heard the words, but she couldn't answer. She could feel his paw move from her cheek, tracing her tear stain mark. The gentle way he touched her confusing to her. Her eye squinted open barely, confusion and fear danced within. He was making it hard to look anywhere that wasn't his fiery oranges. It went against everything she knew. She tried her best to look to the side and not in his eye.

She could smell his breath now. Feel the heat of it. Her heart was hammering. Had she done something wrong? Then something soft, gentle. A kiss light as a feather. The shock and confusion of the action had her eye opening and shifting to his face. She'd never been kissed by a male that wasn't her father before. She'd dreamed of such things once, having known the princess of Judila once, dreamed of them kissing her. Though her memory and love for them had been tainted... she couldn't remember oath for anything but his voice now, couldn't remember vayne for anything but a pelt. None of them would want her, none of them cared for her, they hadn't come to rescue her when she begged in her mind for it. Had prayed numerous nights, lost her faith for it.

Yet here was Prince Ultyr kissing her and treating her kindly. He'd even put her out of harms way when he fought. What kind of master did that? Did he actually care? Those thoughts and that confusion furrowed her brow as she looked at him. Though one snap and she would look away again. Did he know verbal correction after the first beating was all she had likely needed? How much did he know? Did he see?

Another thought and she lowered her head to look at herself. She was ugly. Skin and bones. Too short tail, too thin body, fur holding salt from their swim, unkempt from being to scared to stop to groom herself. Scared he was going to hurt her. She was ugly. There was no way he wanted her for anything but convenience and a place to dump his seed. She shouldn't think otherwise.

A tear made its way from her blinded eye at the revelation to herself.

"Things I Hear"

Raised by the silent slaves and a few vocal tutors, Utlyr was adept at reading their facial expressions. Adept enough to get what he wanted, but not adept enough to know their inner worlds. There was only so much his own mind was capable of projecting.

It amused him: her recoil, her inability to look him in the eye, her desperate exchange of breath, panic, and sudden stillness. The shock of the God-Prince Ultyr paying her any attention seemed to have sent her reeling. Her eyes finally opened and beheld his gaze. The meeting of the eyes never threatened him, He was a god, he was the most powerful champion of all of Archnemes. Not even his shorter father threatened him. She looked away again and he let her pull back for just a moment. For her to look down on herself... and cry?

Impassive the God-Prince watched her tear up, his visage neutral, cold. He measured her reaction and filed it away, for now... he pulled her in. A massive paw against her back, another held up her chin again.

"Look upon the face of your god." He commanded with a rumble. "My father was afraid, he was a small man preparing the world for me. Then, when I was prepared to take it he threw me away, like you. But I am a God, and I will go back one day and take what is mine for what was promised me. For that, I need my most devoted worshippers. You want my father to pay for what he did to you? Good, I promise he will in the most agonizing of punishments. What was done to you, he will receive a thousandfold." The God-Prince Ultyr was not truly after such earthly delights as copulation.

It wasn't that he was paying any attention to her that had shaken her, it was that the attention hadn't been negative or forceful. She had known men to use no tenderness since Aryn, but had dreamed of gentle touches and sweet caresses. Her ears folded as she did her best to hold back the tears. Alot had been stolen from her, her voice, her first everything, and her first child. Not that she had wanted for children, but once she had one inside her it had made her love it regardless.

But here she was the ugly slave, who couldn't even be a useful thing to her masters for anything but a bed warmer, being touched gently as if she was something to be cherished. A paw brought her to him and another brought her chin up. A silence to answer him. "Look upon the face of your god." And she easily fell into that roll of slave following orders. Her eye looked at him, a sightless one following her good eye's movements.

"My father was afraid, he was a small man preparing the world for me. Then, when I was prepared to take it he threw me away, like you. But I am a God, and I will go back one day and take what is mine for what was promised me. For that, I need my most devoted worshippers. You want my father to pay for what he did to you? Good, I promise he will in the most agonizing of punishments. What was done to you, he will receive a thousandfold." she didn't though. She never wanted to see his face again. A lesson she knew from Judila repeating in her her head, "hate begets hate". She gently lifted her chin off his paw, shaking it. Taking her chance to say no. She wasn't going back, she would rather die outside of those kingdoms than return. Her watery eyes pleading the best she could with him.

He didn't need to go back. She had seen the armies of Aryn, felt Aryn's strength. She didn't wish that madman anything but death, but even then if Ultyr went back wouldn't he inherit that madness. How could she even tell him that vengeance wouldn't help anything. A sigh of air passed her lips, sometimes it was frustrating being muted, having no voice to the thoughts. She couldn't even remember her own voice at this point. He didn't even know her name, she was nameless and voiceless in this world. She put her chin back on his paw after shaking her head though, afraid he would think she was defying him.

In all truth Lai knew there was nothing that could be taken from the madman. He had no one, and in his life loved nothing but himself, the proof of that sat in front of her on Ultyr's face. Her eyes followed the scar for the briefest of seconds. What kind of father did that? Scarred their own child and threw them away like trash... it was a sickening thought. Aryn had nothing but power. Those he kept close feared him, and those that followed followed for fear or power mongering. A madness, thats all it was.

"Things I Hear"

The god-prince Ultyr tilted his head as he tried the parse the meaning of her head shake. No…

He narrowed his eyes as he watched her. She wasn’t pulling away from him. Just the tears and the no and a plaintive sigh, defeat at her wordless exchange. Her deep blue eye held an intelligence trapped behind a severed throat. She placed her chin back into his paw, eager to please, eager to follow. He needed more time to get to know her. He couldn’t figure the words behind her eyes yet like he had some of his own silent slaves.

Pleading. She was pleading… the poor little dutiful thing. He’ll get to know her. And she’ll get to know him. She’ll know what it is like to follow a true god. A god that could give her true joy.

He saw her eyes trace his new trophy. A full clawed scar across his face. Skipped his eye either in mercy or accident.

“We’ll find your words. And your name. For now… My little Kitten, let me show you what a real god can do.” He had grown impatient of the topic. He laid her down gently on her back. He placed a paw firmly over her chest to secure her and softly ran his tongue down the length of her leg toward her thigh.

He gave her a moment to process, glancing at her face for moment. Then brought his tongue down her inner thigh and into the space of her hip. Again, he gave her a moment. Licking his own lips.

“You may place your claws on my skin and shake your head if there is pain. Promise me with a nod.” He commands, watching her closely.

She knew he likely didn't understand. She had no way to make him understand though. She was a creature trapped in her own head, doomed to never speak her mind nor hold a conversation again. There were many evils of Archnemes, but the silence had to be their biggest evil.

“We’ll find your words. And your name. For now… My little Kitten, let me show you what a real god can do.” she folded her ears as he spoke. Her back met the ground and she folded her front paws to her chest. She wasn't used to tender treatment. She was used to being thrown around, to being used and abused. This was different, but at least it wasn't a bad different.

His tongue on her had her squirming. It sort of tickled. But his paw had her pinned. She watched his face, listening for orders on what he wanted. Then his tongue was on her inner thigh moving closer to her womanhood. Her breath hitched. His jaws could easily harm her. She needed to stay still and try not to disappoint him.

“You may place your claws on my skin and shake your head if there is pain. Promise me with a nod.” he was ordering her, but was the first bit a trap to get her to harm him so she would give him a reason to hurt her? She took a moment to figure out if he was trying to bait her finally nodding to him. She couldn't see any sort of deceit in his eyes.

"Things I Hear"

The hitch of her breath insensed him. Good... She still had feeling and he could measure some of her pleasure by her breaths.

She nodded, but he would have to test her promise to ensure she was honest as well. Her training would have beaten her into lying to please. It was a good thing he had experience unraveling some of his more reticent recipients.
He bent down again, his tongue found again the space inside her hip and gently brushed over her heat soaked intimates then on to the next space between her other hip. Her squirming made him smile. He knew she had never experienced this. He liked to take his time. The exchange of devotion was everything he craved, everything he knew. He was a god and would make ugly, beautiful again.

He brought his tongue back and around her abused womanhood. Carefully caressing the sides and pressed above it. He pulled back and let her catch her breath, knowing she was far from ready for him, she would need more time to adjust.

He rumbled as he drew his maw to her again. Around and around, pressing and encouraging her to bloom like never before. He lapped within her but then drew his maw around her to suck that most precious center. All the while his own needs growing and coiling within him, urging him to do away with his strict self-control. She was his.

Her breaths came hitched, deep from her chest as he tasted her. The feelings he was giving her were new and different from anything she had experienced before. And while she had initially wanted to curl her tail up under her and guard her intimates instincts and her experience from the past told her not to dare. Instead the moment her intimate parts were touched by his tongue a gasp of breath escaped her and her shortened tail flagged to the side. Her eyes widened. It felt so much different than she was used to. It wasn't a bad different either, no it felt surprisingly good.

She was breathing heavy and taking sharp intakes of breath as he worked her. Her normally loud mind silenced and unable to think of anything but the feeling of the pleasure he was giving her. She felt a pressure building up she had never felt before and her ears pressed. A silent gasp left her as the massive male over her sucked her and she squeezed her eyes shut with a silent cry as that pressure seemed to burst. breathing was difficult for a moment and she opened her eyes halfway after a moment.

A question was there but she couldn't ask. She had no experience with this kind of feeling but damn she could learn to enjoy this feeling. If he was willing to give it more, though she wasn't sure if she was supposed to enjoy this. Shouldn't she hate this?

"Things I Hear"

Her squirming and writhing beneath him gave him little challenge for his task. There was a moment where he knew she had reached a crescendo and lay there breathing, gasping for breath and he let her with a deep chuckle of knowledge as she glanced at him with a question in her eyes. Oh, he was far from done with her. He set about getting her going again with a wicked smile and ravenous growl.

"You can do it again. I can make you do that over, and over again." He grinned then he pressed and licked within her again. Letting her pleasure build and build.

"I am a benevolent god my little Kitten." He murmured between her voiceless gasps, " and I claim you as mine." Just before she would reach that climax again he shifted his position. He swapped his paws over her chest and his own sensual sword was ready. He braced himself over her and gently teased their groins together. His paw was a tender cage over her heart.

"Remember.... your promise." He growled, grinding over her again.

He slowly pressed against her. Just barely at the entrance of her. His nose brought down over her mouth to grasp her lips with a tender kiss.
"Bloom my little lotus flower, let this god make you new again." He purred against her cheek.

She'd barely recovered when he smirked and spoke once more. "You can do it again. I can make you do that over, and over again." She gave him a slow blink trying to come down from her high, though he had other ideas. And he dove back in. Her breath hitched and she arched into him. His paw kept her trapped but she wasn't intent on going anywhere. She could feel the pressure building up but it was not as intense as before, yet. Though she could feel something else, though the feeling was completely foreign to her, she had heard of such things before she had been enslaved. She wasn't stupid.

Instincts she knew were there, driving her to seek more but she dared not move more than her squirming. Her heat was surfacing for him as he drove her further towards that edge. Her breath hitched again, her ears barely catching his next words. "I am a benevolent god my little Kitten. and I claim you as mine." That pressure was building inside her. Then the sensation was taken from her. Eyes she hadn't even realized she had shut again, looking for him, lidded and clouded with desire. When something else touched her, something that scared her more but her heat addled mind kept her from running from it. And he grinded himself against her, her back arching again and a inhale of air brought into her lungs. Then he stopped again and she lifted her eye too him. A plea in it to not leave her on this edge. The pressure from before had ebbed slightly, but she could still feel a need there.

"Remember.... your promise." Her muddled brain did it's best to make out what he meant. But his grind with those words had her hips moving. Small paws grasping at his as her body felt pleasure it hadn't know before. She almost felt like she was falling. Then he was pressing again. This time barely into her, her back arching and a small gasp of breath given. But his mouth caught it. She wasn't sure if she should of kissed back. "Bloom my little lotus flower, let this god make you new again." His purr brought a vibration with it and she shifted beneath him.

"Things I Hear"

She bucked for him, writhed for him. Her eyes glassed over in delirium she had never before experienced. He felt her shifting, her arching and her trembling need grow. His panting drew him closer, the flash of her deep blue eye as she dared to peek, to beg him for more. Yes. She would know the power of a god now.

He pressed within her, gently, tenderly, and brought himself back out. The God-Prince Ultyr groaned as he pushed within her again, a low rumble deep in his chest escaped as he held her and pressed his maw into her dainty shoulder. To feel her around him had him panting after her heat. He would not fill her with seed today. No, she needed more care before he would let her carry his holy seed.

His hips ground against her, remaining as shallow as he possibly could. Not wanting to hurt her by going too deep too fast. But the control was slowly slipping out of his grasp.

She'd felt pain before, but never this. This was new. She'd been "ruined" before, but never allowed this. Her pleasure had never mattered before. Her body was heating her breaths coming in pants from the heat, and from the pressure within. King Aryn was much smaller than Ultyr and the comparison was proven.

The moment he pressed inside her she grasped at him. Not because of pain but a need to feel the man's sword deep within. A soundless moan coming from her maw as she inhaled deeply. Her heat had her wanting more, instincts driving her now. Then he was grinding, shallow but her body was still enjoying it. Her intimates were begging in their own way as he ground into her with his sword. That pressure building but it felt like it wouldn't burst yet. She curled her head into his scruff and clung to him.

With paws grasping at him instinct had her curling. Hips shifting, meeting his, unintentionally allowing him deeper, as a thrust was given. She didn't know his control was slipping, but that thrust had her throwing her head back and her maw opening as he hit something deeper that had her seeing spots. Her body grasping at his, not wanting him to leave. The pressure that had been building bursting in that moment her body tensing and tightening around him as that dam burst.

She had felt it once before but never so intense, yet the need her body filled her with had her shifting her hips again, aiming them so he could fill her more, legs wrapping around him as much as she could. Her body was begging him for something he wasn't willing to give to her. Her scent heavy in the air and lungs panting for oxygen. Gasps of breath and soundless noises given to him.

"Things I Hear"

He felt her prickling claws as she grasped for him. He pulled his head back to check if she was shaking her head but she was wet with need, grasping for purchase, driving herself. A bubbling husky hot laugh rose from his core as he felt her cling and writhe! She was his! Wholly and completely.

He bent down again and drove within her, feeling her pulsating against him, infusing his scent into her fur. His...

His heart thrummed as his breath caught in her fur. A coiling built within him, urging him to lose himself and give her what she wanted. The tightening around him, her hips shifting beneath him, every gasp and tug at his fur was a song only he could hear.

The rhythm grew desperate, his control slipping, she arched and his nose filled with her blossomed heat sending him over the edge. With a grunt, he rolled off her and trembled as he spent his sacred seed into the mud with a groan.

Panting, catching his breath he looked at her. He had used more energy coaxing her and celebrating than fighting that reptile.

He rolled himself back to her and pulled her in. He licked her cheek, slowly, tenderly.

"Mine." He rumbled into her fur—the first of his devotees in this new land.