Chapter 1

The sound of a campfire was the first thing to tell Nova she was awake. Opening her eyes, it was dark. A vague recollection of it being day when she had been watered, fed and relieved before he used another drop of the drug came to her slowly. Her head ached too much to think about it in any detail, though.

Peering around drowsily, she startled when she noticed him. Like a gargoyle, he perched on a tree root on the other side of the fire. His only clothing was a thick pelt loincloth so the light danced off his abyssal fur. Golden orbs shined with the fixated stare of a predator. Expensive family gems and beads sparkled in the societal braid that hung down his broad chest

“Good morning, mutt. Sleep well?” His teeth bared in a villainous grin. Truly, they were perfect- white and straight and deadly.

Gulping dryly, she turned away from him, laying her cheek against the ground. She didn’t want to deal with him right now. She wanted to close her eyes and dream of home. She had never felt this scared at home.

The leaf litter hardly rustled as he slipped behind her. The heat of his body made her shudder. He took a loud, deep sniff of her while caressing along the full curve of her. To express her displeasure, she growled through her muzzle. The restraints felt like an insult. Was he worried she might bite him?

His moist tongue was hot against her ear. She flicked it forcefully, doing her best to seem enraged by his attention, but her heart thumped painfully in her chest. His nose quivered at the scent of her anxiety.

“You know, mutt,” he rumbled, continuing to stroke and nuzzle her, “you were a naughty little bitch. That trap you set nearly got me. Do you have any idea how much one of those machines costs? Well, enough that it saved my life, but not enough to survive such an ingenious idea. I’ll probably be in trouble for losing it, but I think the outcome is about to be worth it.”

He licked her ear again. “I’ve had to smell you all day, pet.” Sniffing loudly, he rumbled as he mused. “Like a field I’ve never been to. A muddy river I’ve never waded. Some sweet flower I’ve not seen. I’m sure they’re pretty. Like you.”

Once again he licked her, cupping a firm little breast. “I wonder if you’ve ever been enjoyed?” Snickering, he drawled darkly, “I think I’ll just find out for myself.”

Now she could not help her trembling. A low, pleading whine left her. This was happening. There was nothing she could do.

Following the curve of her hip, his hand slipped past her tail. She did not have the strength to stop his knees from pressing between hers, spreading her legs. Probing at her furless gender, his pads were rough against her clit. When she whimpered in pain, he turned his attention to working a finger into her tight passage.

Nova inhaled sharply, feeling her ears burn with humiliation. He spread her legs further, pressing deeper into her. It did not take him long to be knuckle deep in her. Another finger soon joined, stretching her, pounding her. Despite herself, a warmth welled up in her belly. When he touched her button again, his pad was slick with her nectar. The warmth continued to spread through her until it took over her senses.

Anubis practically purred his approval when her hips reacted. Breathing heavily, she told herself it had to be the drug he had used on her. It must not have worn off all the way. It had to be clouding her judgment.

“Let yourself go, mutt,” he growled hotly into her ear.

When he spread her legs even further, giving himself full access to her, she could no longer hold herself back. A low moan accompanied the undulation of her passage walls, her eyes rolling into her head with the intensity of her climax.

The haze cleared in a hurry when he snickered. “So it’s true what I’ve heard. There’s a reason ‘mutt’ rhymes with ‘slut.’” Withdrawing his fingers, he sniffed them before tasting the fruit of his labor, smirking down at her. “My, but what a sexy little moan. I want to hear more of that.”

Lowering his head, his voice grew dark and gruff in her ear. “I’m going to have my way with you, pet. I’m going to fuck you how I want to. You can either enjoy it or resist it. I’d rather you enjoy it, but either way, it won’t change the fact that you’re mine now.”

Whining through clenched teeth, her fear returned, her breath quickening. She shook her head desperately, trembling when he moved into position.

The tapered head of his shaft was at her opening, pressing into her. Already slick, it wasn’t difficult for him to work himself in to his knot, stretching her more than his fingers had. Another hazy moan escaped her, so very full of him.

“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, “you’re so tight. Feels so good.”

Wrapping his muscular arms around her, he held her helpless to his powerful pounding. As if his deep violation wasn’t enough, his added touch rolling a hidden belly nipple elicited more sounds from her. Trapped by him, even her hips could barely buck along to his rhythmic thrusts.

“Listen to that eager, wet pussy,” he growled hotly against her ear. “Does it excite you, mutt? To be helpless and at the mercy of your Master? Let go for me. Moan for me!”

The tightening of her passage and the accompanying melody sent him over his own edge. With a groan, he pressed her down as he thrust deep. Hot ropes of his seed pulsed into her, his knot locking him inside her.