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Two days later, I decided that it would be cruel for me to not have a conversation with her.
“I have a brother and a sister,” I told her as we ate. “But I haven’t seen them since I joined the Royal Guard in Lodra. And I probably won’t see them again for a long time. Do you have a family?”
We had our next real conversation three days after that.
“What did you do before you worked in the fields?” I found myself asking as I took her hand in mine. Her hands are hard and calloused. And I could not help but think of the contrast between Maya and the naga women in the King’s throne room.
They are all soft, sweet, and pampered. While Maya has never been pampered a day in her life. She looks soft, but deep down, she is hard and sharp.
I looked at her reflectively.
I had just brought her to an intense orgasm. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her breathing was shaky.
She laughed lightly at the question before she turned to look at me, her eyes heavy and hooded with the pleasure I dragged from her.
“I lived in one of the human farms for a while. Then I was brought to help take care of some naga children. And then the King needed more people in the fields, and I didn’t have much of a choice.”
She’s just supposed to be a plaything, I thought to myself as I continued to question her about her life.
I threaded my hands through her hair and her eyes fell closed.
She’s just supposed to be a plaything.
Five.
“You look properly worn out, Kryon,” Dransa says, dry amusement in his voice.
We’re having breakfast together before we all go on patrol. I’ve been on the day patrol shift since Maya came to me, and spending every night with her has really driven this whole routine home.
Kryon and Dransa laugh as they talk about everything they’ve done with their human women.
It has been five days since I realized that what I have with Maya is not what the rest of the soldiers have with the women they picked out.
What you have with Maya is the furthest thing from Kryon’s ‘relationship’ with Beth, I think to myself as I listen to the way the other soldiers talk about the way they’re fucking the women they chose.
“So, Selliss,” Dransa looks up at me, a cocky smile on his face. I try to smile back, try to look engaged in the conversation. “Is Maya as good as she looks? You know, Terrian here almost chose her.”
I swallow the growl that threatens to escape me. The very thought of anyone else with Maya inflames anger that I didn’t know existed inside me.
Then I look up and smile a wan smile at Dransa.
Telling the other men the graphic details of sex with Maya feels wrong somehow. As if I am giving away a secret, as if I am betraying Maya.
You can’t betray her, a rational voice in my head says. She’s just a plaything. You cannot betray someone who doesn’t mean anything to you.
“Yeah, she’s as good as she looks,” I speak quickly, to fill the silence that was steadily growing. I lean back in my chair. “And her pussy is amazing. I don’t like her, but she knows exactly how to milk me.”
Every one of the soldiers bursts into cheers and laughter as if I have just achieved something huge. Terrian comes over to clap me on the back, and several of them shake my hand.
It seems like I’m really part of the group now, I think to myself, even though a sour taste coats my tongue and bile has risen in my throat.
What would Maya think if she heard you talking about her this way? I ask myself as I get up from the table and walk slowly back to my room.
But I know that it doesn’t matter. It’s not supposed to matter.
Maya is just a toy. A way to release stress.
What she thinks of me is immaterial.
