Chapter 30

I shared my thoughts with Myta that night, after the camp turned in. Of course the night watch, and the especially restless were still awake, but it was the closest we were likely to get to privacy in the near future. We had a large bedroll to share and a tarp to lay under. There hadn’t been enough leeway to bring a tent for us to use, not when that weight could be replaced by food, or emergency supplies such as medicine.

My vas lay half across me, her expression thoughtful, but concerned. The serious air she put out was somewhat disrupted by the sensation of her hand playing with my partially erect cock. She wasn’t trying to pleasure me really, her attentions had no goal. She just enjoyed touching me like this, and enjoyed my enjoyment of it. There was something deeply decadent about having her service me so casually.

“If the men get as sick as they did during training, we’ll be delayed for days. And, we’ll be ****.” Myta mused, her words finding an odd rhythm with the stroking of her fingers up and down my shaft. I played with the edge off her ear, and then brushed my fingertips over the sensitive skin behind it, enjoying the goosebumps she displayed.

“They might be down that long, maybe even longer. We’ll be treading new territory here. New to me, at least. But if we want to try this, now is the time. Those smaller camps Ket located can’t be the main raiding **** the Pure have here, but they’ll serve as an indicator. When the monks are ready to move, those men will nobalize. We have a window of opportunity before that happens.” I grunted, as she tightened her grip on me, giving my shaft a few quick pumps. Then, she relaxed her grip again. A few more rounds of that and her palm was coated in the fluids of my arousal. Watching her lick her wet palm with such a thoughtful expression on her face was delightful.

“We can ask for volunteers, and test with as many as a squad of men.” She finally said. Her fingertip stroked my tip, teasing the edge of my foreskin, and causing me to twitch. She grinned, before continuing. “After the trial, we’ll have a better idea of the consequences, and if it goes well, those who’ve been through it can aid and protect the next batch. If we’re lucky, we can keep moving while they recover.”

“It’s possible,” I growled out, “but there’s no guarantee. If we have the choice, do you want to… want to start with those who were least affected before? Or most affected?” My voice hitched as my vas hit a particularly sensitive spot, and my nails scraped the side of her neck. She made a pleased noise as I clawed her, before answering.

“A mix, ideally. Best to know our worst and best scenarios, if possible. We’ll see who volunteers though.”

“Then that’s enough business.” I growled. “You know what I want.”

“Yes master!” Myta was nothing, if not eager to please me. I was wondering more and more lately if she was truly as sexually driven as she seemed, or if she simply followed my desires. She threw off our blankets and spun around. Straddling my head, she pressed her groin to my face, diving on my cock like a hungry snake swallowing a mouse.

*Haven’t we been over this master?” Her mental voice was impatient, and even a little frustrated. *I enjoy our time together, and I also enjoy your enjoyment. This is nothing but a win for me.* She ground herself against my face, her way of telling me to stop overthinking and pay attention. I took the cue, nibbling and flicking at her pearl with my tongue. For her part, she swallowed down my rapidly hardening shaft. Her bodily control had gotten far better with her training, and at this angle she was able to take my entire shaft down her throat.

I groaned into her slit, lapping at her juices. I’d never been with another woman who was quite as… productive as my vas. She was like the ideal fantasy of a pleasure ****; willing, wet, and ready at a moment’s notice. It was a slight downside in this position, as could become difficult to breathe through my nose when tonguing her. Fortunately I still loved the taste and smell of her nectar, and she loved the feel of me drinking the excess from its source.

*Are you implying that I am not yet your ideal pleasure ****, master?* Her emotions were teasing now, but as was the case all too often, I could feel an undercurrent of uncertainty. She pushed her head down, until her lips wrapped around the root of my cock. Swallowing, her throat squeezed and stroked my whole length. For a moment I was lost in the sensation, not too dissimilar to the feel of her sex clamping down on me during her most intense orgasms. But knowing that this was deliberate, a trained skill she had developed just to pleasure me, added an extra emotional spice to the feeling. I waited until she came up for air, gasping through her nose, to respond.

*You know that you please me, you can feel my appreciation as easily as I feel your enjoyment.* I slapped her ass as a playful punctuation. *I have never had a more enjoyable lover. But you are more to me than just my ****.* I plunged my fingers into her, quickly finding the sweet spot within and rubbing. Pushing her quickly into a long and rolling series of climaxes. I wanted a moment to gather my thoughts, and Myta was too distracted now to question me, too distracted even to take me back into her throat. Instead, she moaned and whimpered around the head of my cock, and the vibrations were almost as distracting.

*You aren’t just a toy, or a tool for me, Myta. You are my vas, you have become deeply important to me.*

*But I am your tool, master. I want to be your toy.* She was plaintive, as I allowed her to recover from my efforts, and after a short time she thrust herself back down my length. So determined and enthusiastic that she gagged and choked. I could tell that she was worried, and frustrated, **** to prove her dedication.

*You are.* I thought firmly. *Don’t ever doubt, or question that. You belong to me.

*This is about making sure that you are taken care of. I want to keep you for a very long time. After your sickness is healed, after I know how to sever the bond, then you’ll have a real chance to choose. I want to ensure that you still choose me. I take care of my toys.*

I felt understanding finally hit Myta like a lightning bolt, and she lost her focus for a moment. I took that opportunity to slip my fingers back inside her, this time rubbing her clit with the flat of my tongue at the same time. It was a difficult thing to manage, my palm hitting my own cheek as I fingered her furiously. But the results were worth the effort. Her juices dripped and splashed over my face as she came again, much more violently. Refusing to release my cock, her scream was completely silent. I could feel it though, her spasming throat strained my self control to its limits.

The very second I felt Myta begin to relax, I let myself go. The pleasure of my release hit me in long pulses, and my head fell back to the ground, as my fingers thrusting into her became erratic. For her part, my vas struggled to swallow my seed, gulping me down in ****, but irregular fashion. She slid back a little, keeping my tip in her mouth, lapping and sucking my last few spurts, whimpering as my fingers pushed her through a final climax.

Exhausted and sticky, I let my hand fall back to the ground. Unsteady and shaking, Myta managed to roll away from me, taking a few minutes to recover before she managed to spin around and cuddle up to me. Despite the fact that she was taller, her favorite way to lay was with her head on my shoulder, curled on her side, pressed up against mine. Her eyes were red-rimmed and wet with tears, but I felt a depth of contentment from her that was unusual. I kissed her forehead, prompting a happy noise as she pressed more tightly against me.

“When you were younger, what did you dream of, my flame? What did you imagine you’d be?” I didn’t want to disrupt her mood, but I wanted a hint as to how I could keep her content, when her soul was restored. A hint as how I could keep her.

“Happy,” she replied. She nuzzled my chest, and kissed it, hugging me tightly. “I dreamed that I could be accepted, and be happy. That is why I belong to you, no matter what happens.”