What is Mine

When I woke up the next morning, I could feel something soft clinging to my arm. I’d ordered Mary to grab a blanket and pillow so she could sleep next to me. The window was still broken from my arrival, so she must have cuddled close for warmth. It was so adorable I considered wrapping her up in a big bear hug.

Before I could even start to move, I heard the husband wake and start rousing Nora. Throttling my annoyance, I kept still and waited for the next part of this little drama to play out. When the husband noticed Mary, he tiptoed over and shook her shoulder. She nuzzled closer to me and I felt my cock harden. The things I was going to do to her today.

A few more shakes were enough to wake her up. When she realized where she was, she let go of my arm and stood up, holding the blanket close to hide her shame.

“Are you okay, how badly did he hurt you?” the husband whispered, pulling her into their broken room.

“No, no I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, it’s never made either of you sleep near it before.”

“Yes, yes I’m fine,” she said, freckles hiding her blush.

“Are you coming with us this time?” Nora asked. “I don’t want to leave you behind again.”

“No,” Mary said, ripping her arm away from her husband. “No, I’m staying here.”

“Why? Do you want to be **** again?” her husband asked.

“He won’t do that.”

“What, you expect me to believe it just left you alone yesterday?”

“Well, well no,” Mary replied, holding the blanket tighter.

The husband stared at her. Then his eyes went wide as he started to notice the small hints. The deepening blush, the way she rubbed her legs together.

“Mary, did you sleep with it? Willingly?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the Nora said, “Come on Mary, tell him.”

Mary stayed quiet, lip quivering, head down. The husband could only stare, slack jawed, as the truth became clear. His face contorted as all the impotent rage I’d **** on him over the past few days came bubbling up to the surface.

“You slut,” he roared, yanking her closer. “You miserable whore.”

He raised a hand to strike her but stopped when a shadow fell over them. Since my arrival at the inn I’d been walking around on all fours, I could move faster that way. This was the first time I’d stood upright. At seven feet I might not be the tallest thing out there, but it was more than enough to tower over the husband.

Sweat coated his forehead, hands shaking. All that rage gone in an instant. My hand snaked forward and grabbed the husband by his throat. His hands clawed uselessly as I lifted him up.

“Mary, go grab a broom.”

“Oh, yes,” she squeaked, hurrying away.

“Mary,” I said. “Remember what I told you yesterday.”

She looked at me, confused. Then her eyes widened. She took a steadying breath and let the blanket drop, her body on full display. As she hurried away I took a moment to enjoy the cute little way her freckled ass swayed.

“You have some nerve,” I said, turning back to the husband. “Trying to hurt what’s mine.”

“I- I’ll kill you.”

He probably wanted to scream that, but it only came out as a whimper.

“Kill me?” I laughed. “If you could kill me, you’d have done it on the first day. When I let you grab that ax. All you’ve been doing, all you can do, is run like the scared little boy you are. Isn’t that right?”

I pulled him closer, bringing him to within inches of my razor-sharp teeth. The smell of piss filled the air as the husband wet himself.

“Pathetic,” I said. “I’ve enjoyed your feeble attempts at escape, but that ends now. I find your former wife much more entertaining. From now on when I say something you do it. You serve me or I will kill you, subject you to pain worse than any you could imagine. Understand?”

The ex-husband tried to say something, but in the end, just nodded, tears and snot streaming down his face. I dropped him on his ass when Mary returned.

“Get up and stick out your arm.”

The ex-husband rose unsteadily to his feet, offering the right arm.

I smiled. “Not that one.”

I don’t know how but the ex-husband’s face managed to grow even more pale as he extended the other arm. The arm I’d broken.

“Mary, hit him.”

“What?” She asked, holding the broom in front of her like a shield.

My eyes went from her, to her husband, and back to her. She shivered as she realized what I was doing. There would be no half measures, she was either with her husband or belonged to me. And I knew which one she was going to choose. I’d laid all the groundwork.

The ex-husband stared at Mary as she lifted the broom handle up into the air. She took a deep breath to steady herself and then brought it down. she sound of wood on flesh was drowned out by the ex-husband’s scream. He fell to the floor, cradling his arm and crying.

Unable to bear it anymore Nora raced over to her son. I caught her before she reached him, pulling her head close to me.

“He can’t help you,” I whispered. “There is only one path forward, one way to save yourself from the pain and fear. Become mine.”

“What? No, I would never do that.”

“Give up. Your son has already done so, you’re all alone.”

I let her go before she could respond and walked back to Mary. She smiled when I brushed the hair out of her eyes. Leaning down I once again invaded her mouth with my tongue, electing a moan from her. Nora stared at us until a groan from her son brought her back to reality.

She bandaged his arm but couldn’t help steeling glances at me and Mary. Especially when I started plying with her stiff nipples. Nora was definitely more aroused than she’d like to admit, helped along by the aphrodisiac I’d discreetly given her. This was the first time I’d offered her an escape from the fear and pain. Even if she knew what it meant, she was tempted, and I intended to pile on that temptation.