Djuba takes the initiative...

You hesitate, pondering your options. You figure your best move is to play along as the submissive **** until you can gain access to a drake, and with that at least a chance at freedom, although the odds of you being successful are slim. It's not your only course of action. A second option is to take that key, gain access to the main house and fill your belly with food and a saddle bag with treasure ... and of course, there is the more immediate temptation young Sasha's lithe frame and rounded hips represent.

The merchant's daughter lacks the round ass that make the women of your people so beautiful, but more often than you can count you've wondered what it would be like to fuck this pale-skinned beauty. The young women of Athenapolis guard their cherries with almost religious intensity, so it's possible that this Linus of hers has yet to stretching her open with his cock. You've seen other Riders, so short and thin that you could probably break them across your knee. Even if a little man lit that was banging Miss Sasha, you were sure she's never had a cock like the thick snake like you have hanging between your legs. You haven't had a proper fuck in over a year now and hearing Master Kjellborg's daughter squeal as you **** your hard cock into her tight pussy was very, very tempting.

Your mate Djuba is not privy to these ruminations. As far as he knows, you have adopted a servile posture and intend to continue to carry out the orders of your owners even unto ****. Although you and he were both captured from the Southern lands, Djuba is not your kin, nor of your tribe. You only met after becoming slaves. He is pleasant company, but quick to anger, and not nearly as thoughtful or cunning as you. Like you, his hatred for Athenapolis and the Kjellborgs is almost all-consuming, but unlike you he has no interest in playing the long game. Sasha taps her riding crop in irritation as you stand there weighing your options and her contemptuous tone doesn't help her cause at all.

"Come on, Boys, I don't have all day to wait for your lazy bones." To have a spoiled brat, six years younger than you call you a boy is as galling as ever, but you've gotten better at hiding your feelings. You can wait a few more days, there is no point in getting yourself killed by acting too soon.

Apparently, Djuba disagrees as he springs into action.

Sasha's impatient sneer is quickly replaced by wide-eyed terror as Djuba lunges forward, wrapping his hands around her throat and pushing her backwards into the wooden wall. Seething with rage, he hisses at her in his native language, incomprehensible both to you and to the suddenly powerless rich girl.