repulsive she must look.
“I am not done making use of you,” he said, his tongue darting across his lips as he looked at her.
For some reason the way he was looking at her and licking his lips began to warm Mara’s body, entirely in one region. She could feel the area between her legs growing moist as he stared at her body. He was so calm, so assured of himself and he was admiring her form just as much as she was his.
“What do you mean, make use of me?” she asked, still lying on her back in the stream. “Are you going to make use of my body?”
Immediately the arousal Mara was feeling fluttered away as Aleksander reacted to what she had said. His upper lip curled in revulsion and his eyes turned away from her as he looked down and spit into the river. She could feel her face growing hot with embarrassment. She didn’t know why she had said that to Aleksander, or why she had felt the way she did. It just seemed like the right thing to do in this situation.
“You mean have carnal relations with you?” Aleksander asked.
“Well, we usually call it sex in my world,” Mara squeaked out.
“Do you know what you speak of?” Aleksander asked, his usual calm and collected demeanor replaced by one of excitement that Mara had not yet seen. Even when he flew into one of his fits of rage, his voice remained calm and even-keeled. It was rising and falling so much right now that she would have thought an entirely different person was speaking if she could not see who it was. “I have perfected this form over the years. I am a dragon, an ancient dragon at that. I have seen things that you can only dream of. This body was created so I could move freely among your people and enjoy myself in my chambers. That is its only purpose. Why would I lower my overall station in life to have carnal relations with a human? The thought makes my mighty stomach churn. It is as revolting as the stew you presented to me the other night. I am perfect. Do you understand that? Perfect. Why would I soil myself by touching an imperfect creature in that way? Why would I spill my seed inside of a servant?”
“Okay,” Mara said, blinking back tears. “You’ve made your point.”
“You are filthy,” Aleksander said through gritted teeth. “I will not accept you trying to escape anymore, and I will not accept you walking around my chambers covered in so much dirt and grime. The other maids will bathe you and then you will return to your duties with a smile on your face. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Mara said, accepting her defeat. “After all, I was sacrificed to you against my will.”
“Again,” he said. “Your petty human problems are of no concern to me.”
This time Mara knew he meant it.
Chapter 8
Mara tried to tune out the three chattering harpies who were scrubbing and washing her from all directions. She had immediately been brought to Aleksander’s personal bath chamber and placed in a magically warm tub that was larger than some people’s houses. As she sat there close to the edge the other maids washed the dirt and grime away while chastising her about her choice to try to escape.
“You don’t realize how good you have it, girl,” Raylene said. “Everything you could ever want is here. Plus you’re serving a being much greater than anyone you could serve at home.”
“He’s an arrogant monster who holds us here against our will,” Mara said.
“Yes, but at least he doesn’t beat us,” Priya said.
“Or rape us,” Abigail chimed in.
“Yes,” Raylene agreed. “That’s about all we’d be getting if we were still living in the slums. Men think they own women in other parts of the world.”
“Alek thinks he owns us,” Mara said.
“Don’t call him that,” Priya said. “His name is Aleksander. Besides, he doesn’t treat us like he owns us. We want to take care of him.”
“You’re all under a spell,” Mara muttered.
“Again with this spell business,” Raylene said.
“I am not done making use of you,” he said, his tongue darting across his lips as he looked at her.
For some reason the way he was looking at her and licking his lips began to warm Mara’s body, entirely in one region. She could feel the area between her legs growing moist as he stared at her body. He was so calm, so assured of himself and he was admiring her form just as much as she was his.
“What do you mean, make use of me?” she asked, still lying on her back in the stream. “Are you going to make use of my body?”
Immediately the arousal Mara was feeling fluttered away as Aleksander reacted to what she had said. His upper lip curled in revulsion and his eyes turned away from her as he looked down and spit into the river. She could feel her face growing hot with embarrassment. She didn’t know why she had said that to Aleksander, or why she had felt the way she did. It just seemed like the right thing to do in this situation.
“You mean have carnal relations with you?” Aleksander asked.
“Well, we usually call it sex in my world,” Mara squeaked out.
“Do you know what you speak of?” Aleksander asked, his usual calm and collected demeanor replaced by one of excitement that Mara had not yet seen. Even when he flew into one of his fits of rage, his voice remained calm and even-keeled. It was rising and falling so much right now that she would have thought an entirely different person was speaking if she could not see who it was. “I have perfected this form over the years. I am a dragon, an ancient dragon at that. I have seen things that you can only dream of. This body was created so I could move freely among your people and enjoy myself in my chambers. That is its only purpose. Why would I lower my overall station in life to have carnal relations with a human? The thought makes my mighty stomach churn. It is as revolting as the stew you presented to me the other night. I am perfect. Do you understand that? Perfect. Why would I soil myself by touching an imperfect creature in that way? Why would I spill my seed inside of a servant?”
“Okay,” Mara said, blinking back tears. “You’ve made your point.”
“You are filthy,” Aleksander said through gritted teeth. “I will not accept you trying to escape anymore, and I will not accept you walking around my chambers covered in so much dirt and grime. The other maids will bathe you and then you will return to your duties with a smile on your face. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Mara said, accepting her defeat. “After all, I was sacrificed to you against my will.”
“Again,” he said. “Your petty human problems are of no concern to me.”
This time Mara knew he meant it.
Chapter 8
Mara tried to tune out the three chattering harpies who were scrubbing and washing her from all directions. She had immediately been brought to Aleksander’s personal bath chamber and placed in a magically warm tub that was larger than some people’s houses. As she sat there close to the edge the other maids washed the dirt and grime away while chastising her about her choice to try to escape.
“You don’t realize how good you have it, girl,” Raylene said. “Everything you could ever want is here. Plus you’re serving a being much greater than anyone you could serve at home.”
“He’s an arrogant monster who holds us here against our will,” Mara said.
“Yes, but at least he doesn’t beat us,” Priya said.
“Or rape us,” Abigail chimed in.
“Yes,” Raylene agreed. “That’s about all we’d be getting if we were still living in the slums. Men think they own women in other parts of the world.”
“Alek thinks he owns us,” Mara said.
“Don’t call him that,” Priya said. “His name is Aleksander. Besides, he doesn’t treat us like he owns us. We want to take care of him.”
“You’re all under a spell,” Mara muttered.
“Again with this spell business,” Raylene said.
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