Alone

You opened your eyes and stared up at the cavern ceiling. After a moment, you realized where you were.

The previous events rushed into your mind and made your heart flutter with a strange sort of excitement and warmth. You rubbed your buttocks against the cavern floor as you recalled the lovemaking. A feeling of completeness stretched from your lions, and you squeezed your legs in joy.

Groggily, you lifted your head and glanced around the cavern. Kalindor was nowhere to be found, and you missed him already.

You sat and examined the assortment of coins strewn about the cavern. A few trinkets and necklaces joined them, but the coins were mostly of gold and silver. You picked one up and examined it, seeing the image of some human king etched into the gold.

A sword clattered to the floor in front of you.

You looked up to see Kalindor emerge from one of the tunnels leading upward, carrying something in his mouth and wearing a pouch strapped to his back. Hopping down, he took off the pouch and threw it to the floor. Tenderly, he placed a chunk of meat on the floor.

He looked up at you and his eyes narrowed. "What right does a **** has to touch her master's belongings?"

Your eyes jumped to the coin you held in your fingers, and it clattered to the floor. You gave him an apologetic look.

"I ought to punish you for this," he declared. The thought already excited you. "But I have brought you your food."

You sniffed the meat on the floor. It seemed fresh. "I have taken some spoils from a bandit camp nearby." You looked up at him in shock. Could he mean..?

"They were not as terrified of me as they should have been. I assume they've already been acquainted with another of my kind," he said. You looked down with a blush.

"They have been punished for their transgressions, nonetheless." You looked in surprise, noticing the bloodstains on his shoulder. He had killed the humans you met. Somehow, the thought had you dripping. He had killed those you serviced, and claimed you as your new Master...

You meekly crawled over to him, eyes set between his legs. As you knelt your head, he stopped you with a hand on your throat. "Halt, pet," he said angrily. "You serviced me eagerly, but I allowed it. Did your Master give you the command now?"

Embarrassed and red, you shook your head.

"I don't hear you."

"Y-yes, Master," you said meekly. You were dripping before, but now you felt like a waterfall.

He turned toward the pouch he set on the floor. "It seems that the bandits had raided one of the caravans sent for Princess Alaria's wedding. Do you know what they call her, pet?"

"No, Master." You said obediently, rubbing your folded legs together.

"Princess Alaria the Sinful." He took a small, ornate box out of the pouch. Tenderly, he unhooked the latch and opened it. Sitting in it was a phallic shape, made of shiny gold and encrusted with jewels at the thicker base.

You nearly suppressed an "eep," but Master smirked at your reaction. "It is good that I now have a mark of ownership to bestow upon you."

He held the item in his hand, and you realized it was much smaller than you realized. "Turn over," he said.

You did as he commanded.

He prodded the object at the base of your tail, and you realized he was pushing into your puckered hole. "B-but," you started to squeak, but Master slammed his scaled fist onto your backside. "Silence, pet."

An uncomfortably intense pressure emerged from your buttocks, and your tail was **** to slide higher upward. He pushed it in further and you responded with a groan. It hurt.

In what felt like forever, he tugged on your tail and told you to sit. The intense pressure never subsided, and grew as you sat on top of the plug. As your buttocks shifted, a tiny echo of pleasure emerged from the feeling.

He examined you proudly, and pinched one of your nipples. You bit your lip, looking into his jade eyes. "M-master," you managed.

"Yes, pet?"

"I love you, Master." You felt lighter saying it.

A grin spread across his muzzle. "As you should."

He stood up. "But you must learn some things if you are to live as my pet. Today marks your training." He pointed next to his chair. "You shall sleep at the foot of my throne. Do not presume to sit upon it, ever."

He turned around and took a few steps toward the exit. "Sit at your bed, ****. Prove your loyalty... your 'love' for me and do not touch yourself until I return."

The words set off a searing fire of arousal in your loins. "B-but," you quietly complained, quickly closing your mouth to not upset Master. You gave a meek nod.

He looked at you disappointedly. "You will be trained yet. I shall return soon."

You fidgeted with your folded legs as you watched him leave, trickles of pleasure shooting up your spine accompanied by the pressure from the plug.

This was going to be a long day.