Reacquainting.

“Stay here. Enjoy your trophy. I’ll be back.”

Those were the only instructions Rook gave to Jeorth before leaving. The bugbear looked down at Ellen, his “trophy,” and tilted his head.

“Take off your armor,” He instructed.

“What?” Ellen blinked in disbelief.

“Your armor. Off. Or I do it.”

“Fine,” Ellen said, beginning to loosen her doublet. She wasn’t wearing much in the way of armor, but she had worn more than Jeorth, who was clad in only his gauntlets and a codpiece. Underneath her doublet was a simple cloth wrap restraining her breasts and wings. Her leather skirt went next, easily unfastening and dropping to the floor. She wore nothing beneath that. Last, she stepped out of her sandals.

Jeorth stooped over, hooked a finger under her cloth wrap, and tore it from her body. The act stung slightly, but Ellen was more durable than the average fairy. Her breasts bobbed slightly as they bounced free of their restraints, and her thin butterfly wings slowly stretched out behind her, feeling the air for the first time in thousands of years.

“You are mine, now,” He declared, “I own you. I clothe you. I don’t clothe you.”

Ellen sighed. She didn’t relish the idea of being Jeorth’s toy, but she had lost, and if that meant she had to spend a few centuries being humiliated by the bugbear, then she was prepared to accept that. Besides, she had nothing to be ashamed of. Ellen was created by The Mother herself, and her form was further perfected by her previous master, Grace. She was definitively beautiful, and had nothing to be ashamed of. “Fine, Jeorth. If you-”

Jeorth growled fiercely down at Ellen, and she snapped her mouth shut, not in fear, but in surprise and preparation. For two thousand years, she had learned to react to every noise and motion the bugbear made. It would take some time to break the habit.

Pleased with her silence, Jeorth spoke. “I own you. You call me Owner.” Jeorth, before this day, owned only his armor and his axe. He had been created for this battle, after all. Owning Ellen was a big step for him.

“Fine, Owner,” Ellen sighed, rolling her eyes, “You won, and now you own me. Anything else I should know?”

Jeorth sneered down at her, clearly displeased with her attitude. “Hit me.”

Ellen was caught off guard again, “You want me to hit you?”

“No,” Jeorth corrected, “I’m ordering you.”

Ellen looked down at her fist, then up at the bugbear. He was obviously stronger and tougher than she was, but their fight had been far from one-sided. She’d landed more blows against him than he ever scored against her, although given the centuries between successful attacks, neither of them showed any injuries. But she should be capable of injuring him, which made his command a little confusing.

“Now, Ellen.” He growled, and she threw a punch. It collided with his hairy stomach, but the bugbear didn’t so much as flinch. “Harder, Trophy,” He ordered, smirking darkly. Ellen didn’t hesitate this time, pulling back and turning her body in order to throw as much **** as possible into her strike. The shock of impact traveled back up her arm and rattled her body, but Jeorth just laughed. “Do you understand?”

“Understand what?” She grumbled, face downturned in visible frustration.

“You were never going to win,” He said, reaching down and tilting her head up towards his own, “I was built to defeat you. To master you. To own you.”

“Hmph,” Ellen scowled, trying in vain to pull her face away from his grip. “I was supposed to defeat you, too,” She argued.

“No,” He said, “Perhaps you hoped that, but you were created for different things. Flying through the forest, dancing in the moonlight, growing plants, having sex. Whatever else you fairies do. I was built for this. For you.” Gripping tighter, Jeorth hauled Ellen into the air by her chin, painfully straining her neck and causing her wings to flutter to life, shaky and weak after so long dormant. The added lift of flight relieved the pressure of being lifted into the air, but not the humiliation.

“I know the story of your creation, Jeo- Owner,” Ellen said, remembering herself, “What are you getting at?”

Jeorth released his hold on her, but her wings kept her floating in the air, sending tiny sparkles of fairy dust drifting down as they did so. Even with her feet hovering a foot off the ground, Ellen was still a full head shorter than Jeorth. Reaching out, the bugbear crudely grabbed one of her bare breasts, causing a surprised gasp to escape Ellen’s throat.

“Perfect fit,” He said, squeezing lightly at the mound, “See?” Ellen looked down and, against her better judgment, had to admit that Jeorth’s large hand seemed perfectly sized for the span of her breast. His palm alone covered nearly the whole of it, and her body was starting to react to the rough texture of his skin. As if to further demonstrate how perfectly his body was suited for the mastery of her own, his other hand reached down to cup her vulva, one finger lining up perfectly along the length of her slit.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked, her voice carrying none of the poise or confidence she wanted to impress upon Jeorth. The bugbear just smiled.

“I don’t answer to you,” He told her, wiggling his finger between her lower lips and pulling a gasp from the fairy, “You answer to me. Your owner.”

“Tch.” It was difficult for Ellen to keep her composure with him openly groping and stimulating her, but she still hovered in place obediently. Grace had selected her as a champion for many reasons, but chief among those was her endurance and sense of duty. That both of those traits were now directed towards Jeorth, a mere bugbear, instead of Grace, one of the First Ones, was insulting, but secondary.

All at once, Jeorth removed his hands, pulling another gasp from Ellen. “Back down, Trophy,” He instructed her, painfully flicking at her shoulder and causing her to flinch. Her wings quit moving and she landed daintily upon the ground.

Jeorth tapped at his codpiece, “Remove it.”

Ellen sighed. This was going to happen eventually, but she had hoped not to become acquainted with her new owner’s cock for at least a few more days. Still, she dutifully reached for the clasps and unhooked them, allowing the armor to fall away from Jeorth’s crotch.

His cock, like the rest of him, was big. Bigger than any Ellen had seen before, and certainly bigger than the very few she had been intimate with. Even flaccid, it was as big around as her wrist, and she wasn’t looking forward to what she suspected came next.

“Well,” Jeorth said, shaking his hips and causing his member to flop around lewdly, “Get started.”