His Possession in Reality

"So..." He tossed the rein along the back of the two brown horses. "Would ye like to know what I'm going to do to ye?"

Please, no. I swallowed.

I could imagine nothing I wanted to know less. "Nay. It matters not. You'll not have the chance."

He tossed back his head and laughed. "I'm intrigued to see if tha' venomous tongue of yers will still lash when I'm balls deep in ye."

"You won't ever be." I crossed my arms over my chest as much as possible in the shackles.

He snorted. "I absolutely will." He tilted his head as he looked back over at me. "Might as well get used to the thought now. I'm taking it ye haven't had a man afore."

I gave him a quick look. How'd he know?

He answered the question I hadn't asked. "No woman is tha' tight after she's had a man. That's why I bought ye. I intend to be yer first. And thought it best not to let another have one as small as you for her first."

***

"So, it should be one as large as you!" I stood up in the cart and leaned back. Yanking on the chain. Trying to escape.

"I'll take that as a yes." He laughed. Giving the chain a hard tug that sent me sprawling on my belly in the cart.

He glanced back at my buttocks exposed by the flared-up tunic. "Like that'd do."

I sat up on my knees. Looking at him hatefully. "Do for what?"

"Do for the first time I plant seed in ye."

"No!" I shrieked like a wild banshee.

He chuckled "I think first. I'll rip that tunic off ye and have ye walk about me hut in the skin ye were born in. Get used to how ye should be." He nodded thoughtfully. "Then I can have ye when I wish."

He stroked his pants as he felt himself hardening at the thought.

"Name's Mardichi by the by." He tossed over his shoulder.

I know. I heard you and the tradesman speaking. He clearly knew you.

I glared heatedly at his back. Trying to work a way out of this.

"Slave trader said yer name was Raven." Mardichi remarked. Giving me a questioning look.

I didn't answer.

"Raven 'tis."

***

We arrived in his hut and he walked me in. On the outside it looked relatively small and simple. But on the inside, it was high roofed and expansive.

To give his behemoth frame room to move. He'd need a spacious area to stroll about. I'd never before seen a hut I thought would fit him.

He turned and bolted the door up high.

Far too high for me to reach.

Then he turned and showed me the key to my shackles. Putting it in his pocket with a broad grin.

Reminding me who's in control. I gave him a black look.

Then without preamble, he reached out and tore the oversized tunic I wore down the front. Roughly ripping it off me and tossing it in the corner like discarded rubbish.

"This is how you'll remain." He commanded.

I glared up at him defiantly. "I won't."

"You will." He dismissed. Stepping forward to cup a small breast as he gave me a thoughtful study. "Ye're a small lass. I worry about breaking yer flesh."

He thought he might break me?

Reassuring. That was my fear too. I stared up at him in horror.

"You could let me go, in that case." I suggested.

He smirked.

"Aren't you adorable?" He bumped my chin with his knuckles in a disarming way.

He was a behemoth. A massive creature that loomed like a great bull. I couldn't begin to fear what he had beneath that bit of leather.

Something I don't want to see atall.

"It won't matter. You'll never have me. I'll get away."

"Will ye?" He laughed. Spinning me around and folding me over his bed. As bare as the day I was born.

He could take me. Rip me. And I'd be broken beyond repair.

Please don't. I willed.

I heard him moving the cloth covering his groin aside and I felt something like a small arm landing on my buttocks. He drug it against me. Sliding it over my crack then down between my thighs.

Holy shit.

It'll never fit. I recalled how the inside of my body had clenched around his finger.

"Put your legs together." He ordered.

Determined to show no weakness or terror I did as he bid. Closing my legs, I felt his hard member slipping between my thighs. And pinched against the moist wetness between my lower lips.

Sending strange heat surging through my lower abdomen. Something unlike anything I'd felt before.

He slid backward and moaned. Then forward, pushing in and out of my thighs rhythmically.

Despite myself, I knew my body got wetter. Slicking him as he moved.

"You like that, don't you?" His large hands landed around my sides. Nearly encompassing my width. As he pounded harder against the back of my thighs. His hips nearly bruising as he gained momentum.

Looking down I saw his cock parting my thighs as the head jutted between them. Shining wetly as it emerged and retracted.

He was moaning in pleasure. Pushing forward so hard he was tipping me further over the bed. My hands landed on it to brace me. He flattened a hand over the top of my buttocks so he could lean back and watch him sliding between my legs.

Then he lurched forward, hard. I watched the head of his cock emerge between my thighs and shoot white liquid a distance. Landing in my hair.

He moaned in pleasure and his grip loosened.

"Good, Lass." He patted my ass as though I were a good pup.

He turned and walked away. Dismissing me.