Treia was not as pure as some of the other women in Daniel’s inner circle when she had her first intimate time with him, but that was only because her first fiance inadvertently caused her a lot of pain every time they tried to get used to each other, and she couldn’t bear it.

  Now, she hasn’t even had a single cloudy thought revolving around seeking a lover, since she is already well on her way to becoming a mother. And, until her abdomen becomes a hindrance, she has been doing her best to catch up to the others who have already spent a lot of time with Daniel; specifically, Ryuogriar, Reignleif, and Geirahoel.

  Today, though, she watches as Daniel puts out the campfire they were cooking dinner with. He is spending the weekend with her, camping, and this is the first night they’ll have together on a small island completely isolated from the outside world, other than golem guards remaining completely out of sight. The island is protected by the Citadel, since it’s not that far from the humongous castle, making it easy for Treia to decide.

  Back when Daniel and Treia were just starting to get close at Fort Peony, the dragon and its allies came, and to get Treia to leave the fortress to not waste her life, Daniel betrayed her trust and did something she is ready to collect on.

  Once the fire is safe, and as soon as Daniel stands up, Treia pounces. She has to move quickly enough for him to stay off-balance, or his weight and strength can overcome her.

  She lands on his back, tackling him to the ground. Naturally, he coughs and grunts out an “Oof!” before he is pinned to the ground, barely catching himself with his hands.

  Treia moves quickly, yanking his hands behind him as she keeps her weight squarely on his back and uses her legs to keep him pinned down.

  “T-Treia!?” shouts Daniel in surprise, and this makes her grin.

  She successfully gets his hands behind him, looping her pre-knotted rope over his hands and cinching it down quickly. She leans down, biting his left shoulder a little hard, but not enough to draw blood. He yelps, trying to squirm his head away, which distracts him enough. He also tries to roll to his right, and Treia springs backwards off of him, allowing him to flop over onto his back. She’s already in the next step, though, catching him still in his surprise as she loops another loop over his legs, cinching it down with a deft and prepared hand.

  Daniel’s hands and feet are now bound, and he is stunned by the surprising attack.

  Treia grins deviously, drawing her hunting knife. “Now, then, Daniel. I hope you like my revenge.”

  His face goes pale, and his eyes lock onto her knife. It’s not often that Daniel shows actual fear. When he was going to fight Bellstram, he wasn’t afraid. When he resolved himself to defend Peony, he was nervous, but not fearful. Now, he looks terrified.

  Treia feels a little bad, but he humiliated her when he hogtied her that day. It’s only fair…

  She swallows her guilt, sighing. She uses the tip of the knife to cut the center-lace of her blouse, which she specifically chose for this moment. She pulls the lace free, which allows the opening of her blouse to drift open, teasing the reveal of her modest breasts. She doesn’t compare to any of the dragons in their humanoid forms, nor the two demon-kin Daniel met at the same time as Shek and Skloe. Her entire body is slender and lithe, rather than curvy and voluptuous like many of the other women. Wenlianna, Gwenesphia, and Vaergraes are the three that have comparable builds to Treia, so Daniel doesn’t seem to care much about a specific body type. Though, Treia has heard some of the other women tease Geirahoel about being Daniel’s favorite, which makes her bashful.

  Regardless, Daniel won’t compare Treia to anyone else when they’re being intimate, and he gives her all of his attention when they are.

  “Treia… I… If you want an apology…”

  She drops to a kneel straddling his waist, and she gives him a serious look. “I’ll accept your apology, but I’m getting my revenge. So, just accept your fate.” She uses the knife to carefully cut Daniel’s shirt, careful to keep the back of the blade towards Daniel.

  He twists his face in concern, and she teases, “Geez… Relax, Daniel. I have spare clothes for you.” She grins deviously. “But, I wanted to catch you off guard like this.”

  As she finishes cutting his shirt up the middle, careful not to cut him anywhere, she leans over him, kissing him. He is still in his ‘surprised’ state, so he doesn’t give her a proper kiss yet, but he’ll relax.

  She’s pretty sure.

  She rolls his shirt back, exposing his chest. He’s still a little tense, and she licks the front of his collar bone, dragging her slightly-rough tongue across his chest. For Daniel, it’s distinctly more rough than a human tongue, but not nearly as coarse as a terrestrial cat’s. She licks his cheek next, and then kisses him, and he finally relaxes a little.

  Next, she sits back, cutting the lace holding her pants closed, and she uses the back side of the blade to tug her pants down a bit, revealing her underpants. They’re more like medieval bloomers, rather than modern briefs. “Which would you like to taste first, Daniel? Hmm?” She teases pulling her bloomers down with her hand, while using the knife to both ‘censor’ her chest and tease opening her shirt to reveal her nipple.

  Daniel smirks, and she feels immensely relieved that, in spite of the attack, he’s getting into it. She would feel bad and have to give up if he didn’t have a sense of humor about her ‘revenge’, since she has no intention of humiliating him. And, he definitely saved her life with what he did. From what she heard from Kera’tai, one of the last standing at the final moments of the battle, Daniel had his hands full making it seem like he is the most powerful sorcerer in the world. She was convinced until he revealed the truth to her later, and that he had a practiced sorceress fooled made it even more impressive.

  “I suppose I’ll have the chef’s choice, if you’d please,” replies Daniel. “Not like I could object if you did the opposite, right.”

  She pouts briefly. She hadn’t thought of that, but it would have been a good addition to her ‘revenge’. Maybe Daniel will play along with her ‘taking revenge’ again another time. He’ll probably get annoyed if she actually surprise-attacks him more than once.

  So, this time, she smiles. “Very well then. I suppose I won’t waste your time on my little bug-bites, then.”

  Daniel scoffs as she stands up, sliding her pants and underpants off of her waist. She turns around, flipping her tail back and forth now that it’s completely free of her pants.

  “I suppose no one in this world has this phrase, hm? ‘Flat is justice.’”

  She twitches, glaring over her shoulder at his face. “F-Flat!?”

  He grins deviously, and she huffs with reddened cheeks. “Wh-Wha-...!? I am NOT flat!” She touches her chest, mindful of the blade of her knife.

  Daniel sighs. “Did you not hear me? Flat is justice. That’s a good thing.”

  She scowls at him skeptically, and he does his best to shrug, though he’s stuck on the ground with his own hands stuck behind his back. “If you want the blunt, vulgar truth, variety is the spice of life, so I don’t really care. You’re beautiful, Treia. Sma-ahem!-... Petite chest and all.”

  She narrows her eyes, and he tries to give her his most charming and disarming smile.

  She sighs. “I can’t believe you’d actually call me flat.” She pouts a little. “Even if it… might be true.”

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  He chuckles. “You’re not actually flat, Treia.” He shifts his knees to tap her leg gently where she’s standing straddling him. “You are amazingly easy to tease, though.”

  She bites her lip as her cheeks fill with color again. Her tail is swishing back and forth like it has a mind of its own and is out of control. She suddenly plops down to her knees, landing on his chest and causing him to cough. She bats his face several times with her slender, furry tail. “You’re quite the impertinent hostage, Daniel. It seems we’ll be here for a while.”

  She uses her knife to cut his pants off, careful not to harm him, and she does the same with his underwear, cutting both sides down his legs to take the front off and expose him. His pants have a fastener he calls a ‘zipper’, which he has mentioned that he’ll have the manufacturing teams work on eventually, but war-time priorities have taken precedence, since the manufacturing teams are so small and they only have a few of the strange MDM machines he created.

  But, none of that matters with her lover exposed before her as she desired. She’s still wearing her blouse for now, and her back is to Daniel’s face. She sits up on her hands and knees, carefully easing her pelvic region towards Daniel’s face. She flexes her feet against his head, and she lowers her vagina to Daniel’s face. She can feel his breath when he exhales, which is warm and slightly tickles her bare lady region.

  She can’t help but smile and relax. “Enjoy your last meal, Daniel.”

  Daniel smirks, and he licks her labia without hesitation, causing her to huff a little. His tongue is much smoother than hers, and the sensation is gentle and ticklish on her. She inadvertently drops her hips when he licks the second time, but she catches herself as she hums. She doesn’t want to hurt him, of course, but he doesn’t stop. He kisses and licks all around her vulva, dipping his tongue inside of her.

  Meanwhile, as she tries to focus, she has to ‘punish’ her ‘prisoner’. She inspects his human penis, which is already partially erect, proving that at least his body is getting into the mood. She licks it briefly once, and his sexual organ twitches, stiffening a little more obviously. She licks again, this time dragging her tongue along the full length from base to tip. He squirms a little during the length, but it’s clear that his slightly mushroom-shaped tip is the most sensitive part, and she takes full advantage of it. She’s losing herself to her own building sensations coming from Daniel licking and kissing her lower region passionately, but she is able to keep enough of her attention on Daniel’s penis, licking and kissing his tip affectionately from various angles.

  And, unlike Daniel, she can stimulate him even more closely to the intended use of his.

  She wraps her lips around his tip, licking it inside of her mouth as she gently suckles on it. He is fully erect now, and his modest human breeding tool fits in her mouth comfortably. She is careful and mindful of her carnivorous teeth, but using her lips and tongue, she takes him as far into her mouth as she can without gagging, swirling her tongue all around his member, concentrating on his tip.

  He does his best to work her over more quickly, as if he’s trying to make her climax before he does. This makes her feel deviously giddy, and she, too, moves more quickly, serving him with her mouth to try to defeat him.

  She can tell he’s straining when he slows down and becomes a little more tense, doing his best not to buck his hips.

  She slows down as well, keeping him trapped at the threshold. She removes her mouth from his penis, licking once every few seconds to keep him stimulated, but not push him over the edge.

  He does his best to get Treia over the edge, but he is having a difficult time stopping himself from losing.

  Treia tortures him for a few moments, keeping him close to bursting as his penis throbs eagerly, seemingly ready to erupt with his life-giving essence.

  She notices him shift a little more, and she swiftly springs up to her hands and feet, whirling in a swift motion to position herself over his waist. She quickly lines his penis up with the entrance to her vagina, and she swiftly sits down, taking him all the way to the base. Doing so causes him to grunt, and his penis throbs as he climaxes, dumping his seed deep inside the recently impregnated gatonine woman. She relaxes on his waist, rocking herself back and forth to stir her insides with his member.

  She sighs contentedly, and Daniel pants a little. She hasn’t climaxed, yet, but she won their little bout. And, though she’s already pregnant, it only feels right to take his semen where it belongs.

  Her lover catches his breath, and she smiles, leaning down to hug his head and kiss him. “Such an impertinent prisoner,” she teases. “You think it’s alright to try to impregnate me without even making me climax?”

  He smirks at her. “I think you had the upper hand the whole time… Mistress.”

  She blushes. That last word alone makes her feel… itchy, almost. Awkward. But, it’s not half bad. She can feel herself heating up a little at the thought of being in a master/servant relationship with Daniel, with Treia as the master -or in this case, Mistress-.

  “Th-That’s right.” She rocks her hips more deliberately, savoring his penetration filling her comfortably and almost completely. “You are at my mercy, Daniel. You will show me proper deference.”

  “Happily. And, now that you’ve gotten your ‘revenge’...”

  She cackles, “Oh-ho-ho! I don’t think so, mister.” She pulls herself off of Daniel, sitting on his torso forward of his waist but not quite on his chest. She strokes his penis with her tail, since it has started to soften a little, and she presses her breast to his lips, which he begins licking and kissing without being told. She smiles. “That’s it. You still need to make me climax.” She slides herself on his abdomen, rubbing her vagina against him, leaving behind their combined fluids as she tries to increase her own stimulation, still working on getting Daniel’s erection to return.

  It’s not difficult, and she can feel the seed sticking to his member now sticking to her tail. Daniel sucks and licks her nipple, which is effective, and he also bites gently, which sends ripples of pleasure through her. She squeaks and hums, savoring his efforts. Daniel does a good job of making her feel good, even if he’s easier to stimulate than she is.

  Of course, he also doesn’t have the use of his hands to tease her butt and tail, which are usually what defeat her with ease.

  Feeling herself getting just back to her own edge, she slides back towards his waist and lifts her hips, guiding him back into her. She can feel a warmth that returns, filling a void. She bucks her hips and grinds in alternation, easily pushing herself over the edge this time. And, because Daniel has had just enough time to not be too sensitive, but also fresh off of his own climax, she is able to reach the edge with ease, and she can’t help but flopping down onto his chest and biting his other shoulder. Daniel grunts, “Gah! Treia!” He somewhat forcefully bites her feline ear, and she tenses as the pain pushes her into full climax. She yelps through her bite, and she inadvertently tenses, biting him harder as she presses her hips to his to take him as deep as she can go, bucking and twitching from an even more intense orgasm than before. Daniel has already released her ear, trying to brace against her painful bite, and when she tastes iron, she snaps out of it, releasing him. Tears are trickling down her face from the intensity of her orgasm, and she murmurs, “S-Sorry… I… I couldn’t… I… Daniel I love you…”

  She looks at him apologetically, and he tries to look at his shoulder. He states softly, “For the record, when anyone asks, I don’t like that part. But, I’ll survive.”

  She nods. “S-Sorry… I just… It feels right… I just have to…”

  “Mm… More like you’re trying to mark me, huh?”

  She blushes and looks to the side. “A-A lot of good it does…”

  “If anything, things like that are a provocation, rather than a deterrent.”

  She pouts, “I know. It works on me, too…”

  Daniel lifts his head up with his abdominal muscles helping him get the height he needs to peck her cheeks with a brief kiss, and he says gently, “Either way, I’ll forgive you. Just… be a little more gentle next time. Your teeth are sharp.”

  She blushes and smiles sheepishly. “I-I will.”

  “Now… would it be alright to free my hands, please? I think my wrists are going numb from this position. Plus, it’s not great on my shoulders.”

  She blushes, apologizing again. “S-Sorry…”

  “Don’t be. It was fun. Just… next time, I’d prefer you tie my hands in a more comfortable position for the long haul, if you must.”

  She smiles. “Noted. D-Do… you like doing this?”

  Daniel smiles as well. “It’s not my favorite, but I had fun. And, as I said, variety…”

  “Is the spice of life…” finishes Treia warmly. She kisses him and nibbles his lip affectionately. “So, now that we’ve had our fun…” She finally climbs off of him and helps him roll over so she can untie him, helping him sit up. He massages his wrists and flexes his shoulders to alleviate his soreness. “Thanks, Kitten.”

  “What happened to ‘Mistress’?” whines Treia.

  He scoops her head into a kiss, and he gently presses her down onto her back now. He teases, “Now I can fight back.” He kisses her nose, adding softly, “But, you’re right. Forgive me, Mistress.”

  She smiles. “Alright… This time.”

  He helps her back up, and she sits on his right thigh as she helps him clean and bandage his shoulder. She definitely bit him hard, leaving a distinct imprint of her entire bite on his right shoulder, where there are only a few pinpricks on his left shoulder. They then clean each other up, including Daniel’s seed dribbling out of Treia wherever she sits for long enough for some of it to drip out.

  She muses, “Aww… Such a waste.”

  He scoffs. “Trust me, it seems there’s plenty more every day.”

  She giggles, knowing he means that most of his consorts are with children. It’s going to be a chaotic time once the children start being born.

  From there, the two set up their bedding and snuggle together to sleep through to the morning.

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