To maintain her keep.

When Zoria was tending to him, she had been approached by the camp leader's former favorite, the oldest Prize in the camp, who gave her a dire warning. She had said that Grok would rise through the ranks faster than he could have ever anticipated, and that she would have to do whatever it took to make sure that he had no reason to replace her. Zoria had argued that there was no possible way that he would do that, and while she agreed, for the most part, she also said that it would only be a matter of time, before he would have to have multiple Prizes, to display his rank in their society. And all that she wanted to do, was try to help Zoria from losing her place as Grok's favorite.

Swallowing hard, Zoria clambered onto him and kissed him deeply, before whispering in his ear with a shaking voice, "Zoria want mate with Grok."

Grok blinked dumbly as she straightened up and pulled her nightdress over her head. It's not like they haven't ever mated before, but this was the first time she ever wanted to. In the beginning he had to make her, and after that she only would when he told her to. He felt her hands glide his up her body until they reached her breasts. On instinct, he squeezed them, and she let out a little moan, adding her own strength to his, while her hips started to rock against his stomach.

His lust and desire grew, hearing and seeing things she had never made before. He tried to sit up to roll her over, and take her as they usually did, but she put her hands onto his chest. "No. No," she said, a blush visible on her face despite the darkness. "Grok no move. Grok still hurt. Zoria do everything this time." His brow lowered in confusion again, conflicted between doing things his way and letting her do this.

Deciding to try mating this way, at least once, and seeing nothing she could use as a weapon nearby, he cleared his throat and nodded. "Ok. Grok let Zoria do," he replied, resting his hands on her legs.

Smiling, she leaned back down and kissed him sweetly again, before shifting downwards, raining little kisses all over his front. Grok's head rolled back and groaned, the feel of her lips on places they've never touched before sending little zaps up his spine. Reaching down to his groin, she found him half-erect and quickly undid his loin cloth. Taking it in both hands, she stroked it a few times, before getting her head close to it. Craning his head up, Grok met her eyes as she lapped at his tip with her tongue and put her tiny, by comparison, mouth to work, sealing around and sucking on as much of his cockhead as she could.

He let out another pleased groan as his hand stroked down her side, feeling her soft form. As he approached her hip, her legs parted slightly. Taking hold of his wrist, she guided his hand to her groin, and he could feel the damp heat emanating from her. He ran his finger up and down her slit, before slowly feeding it into her, and felt more than heard her groan of pleasure.

They kept up like this for a short while, silent except for the low noises of pleasure, when Zoria suddenly stopped. Licking and biting her lip, she straddled his groin and reached down under her. Grok watched, transfixed as she lowered herself onto him, her eyes rolling up into her head and panting with effort, until she reached her limit. A rumbling growl harmonized with a shuddering gasp. With her eyes half-closed, Zoria supported herself with her arms on his chest, while she tucked her legs onto his inner thighs, before lifting herself up and coming back down again. But each stroke brought unbidden thoughts to her mind.

Reflecting on the leader's former favorite's warning, Hrew's furious face when he kidnapped and almost **** her popped into her head from time to time, and she shivered. Despite everything she had done, nothing had any effect on him, and no one tried to stop him. It was only blind luck and Grok's endearment to her that saved her. There was also the possibility that her value as a prize had grown too, and that there could be other's of the people, more cunning and patient ones, that would try to steal her away from him, and that he could decide that she was too much trouble to be worth getting beaten again for.

Shifting her legs, she found a slightly more comfortable position and placed his hands on her hips. Exhaling loudly through her mouth, she pushed herself down with his strength, forcing even more of his cock inside her at an agonizing crawl, until he reached the deepest part of her. They both shuddered and groaned, letting their bodies' rhythms please each other. From the way he was shaking inside of her, she knew that he was getting close.

Leaning forwards as far as she could without losing her balance, she locked eyes with him. Rolling her hips and squeezing her inner muscles tight, she hissed at him, voice full of desire, "Grok make Zoria feel good! Zoria want mate Grok like this more! This make Zoria happy!" That was not a complete lie.

The more she had thought on it, the more she agreed with the former favorite. It wasn't just a matter of Grok liking her, her gratitude for him saving her, her potential position if he had other prizes, or whatever politics his people had, but it was for her own survival. As long as she gave him no reason to be done with her, she would be fed, clothed, sheltered, and safe.

Grok's face twisted into a grimace of either pain from his wounds or the release of ecstasy, but with a powerful grunt, his hips shot upwards. Zoria gasped from the heat and **** of his climax as it blasted into her, almost sending her flying off of him, if it were not for his hands still on her legs. Even when he had stopped, they were still, panting to heavily to speak.

Soon, after he had softened enough to slip free and a deluge of his seed had flowed from between her legs, she cuddled up onto his arm again, and kissed his cheek, before nuzzling in to sleep, praying and hoping that doing things like this would help her.

He, drumming his fingers gently on her arm, let out a long exhale. He had liked that she was happy, and that she does things to make him happy too. He appreciated everything she had done since he'd been decimated. He was respected more by her efforts, as well as his own performance. And her fierceness with him was only within the confines of his tent, not outside. He may have to remind her that he is her keeper and not the other way around, but for the time being, as long as it stayed like that, he could live with that.