Tavorn had just settled onto her bedroll, about to enjoy her pet's tongue when she looked up at the tent's entrance. Mirra had appeared at there, and that alone was enough to stifle any desire she had at the moment. Tavorn scrambled up meet her, feeling flustered. Tavorn was one of the best trackers in the camp and prided herself on that fact she was practically impossible to sneak up on. The exception being Mirra herself, who had taught her how to track.

"Are you training the Prey well?" Mirra asked, straight to the point as ever.

"Of course. She's just as obedient as I promised." Tavorn said irritably.

"Obedient to you, I see. But Prey are meant to serve the Coeurlclaw gang as a whole. Some members have expressed an interest in playing with her as well." Mirra said calmly, looking at Kylia on the floor.

"Who has? Tell me their names!" Tavorn growled, her wariness around Mirra forgotten as her jealousy spiked.

"There are too many to name. That is why I have decided on an archery competition. The winner will keep the Prey for the night." Mirra declared calmly.

"WHAT? She's mine!" Tavorn hissed with anger.

"The Prey is not yours. You have been entrusted with training her in obedience so that she may serve the Gang. You have done your job and I will continue to let you keep her for the majority of the time. But you will bring the Prey to the competition and refrain from any violence there. Do you understand?" Mirra said, her subtly raised voice being a clear warning to Tavorn.

Tavorn was silent. She longed to tell Mirra to go to hell, but knew that would end poorly for her. She looked down at the crop on Mirra's belt and saw the Miqo'te leader was fingering the handle and she blanched. It was just a riding crop, and Tavorn had experienced enough real pain in combat to not be afraid of such a small instrument. But Mirra wielded it with such diabolic skill that she could reduce Tavorn to tears with it in minutes.

"Yes, I understand." Tavorn mumbled, not looking Mirra in the eye.

"Then I expect you to bring the Prey tonight. You are welcome to compete, if you wish to keep the Prey for yourself. But that is all you may do." Mirra instructed her. Tavorn nodded dismally.

Mirra left silently and Tavorn fumed. How dare she offer Kylia as a prize in some stupid archery competition! The thought of some other Miqo'te touching her pet was enough to make her boil. She walked back and forth in front of her tent for a few seconds, just imagining what she would like to do to Mirra and all the other Miqo'tes in the camp that thought they could touch her pet.

Well, there was only one thing to do. Tavorn strode into her tent and grabbed her bow. Tavorn could not honestly call herself the best archer in the camp. That honor went to Mirra, of course. But surely the gang leader would not compete herself. That left some of the more renowned hunters in the camp as threats. Petra, Sabine, and maybe Laria. Tavorn was not at all confident she could out shoot them, but she had all afternoon to practice. So that's what she would do.

"Don't leave the tent, pet. Take a nap, play with yourself, I don't care. Just stay here." Tavorn instructed her irritably.

Her pet gave a soft whine in response and Tavorn suddenly felt the desire to vent her spleen. Kylia's ass was the perfect outlet for relieving her anger, but she didn't have the time. She needed to get as much practice in as possible, and Tavorn's anger would fuel her anyway. But she made a mental note that her pet would get a harsh paddling as soon she had the opportunity.


Kylia watched the entire exchange with amazement. She had thought Tavorn wasn't scared of anyone, yet Tavorn was clearly intimidated by Mirra. Not that Kylia could blame her. Mirra scared her too. Kylia could take no pleasure in the conversation, however. Whenever Tavorn was angry or frustrated, even when Kylia had done nothing to cause it, she was likely to take it out on Kylia's ass.

So she preemptively cringed when Tavorn strode angrily back into the tent, but her mistress didn't seem to have any time for that. She took the large hunting bow that was on a hook over their shared bedroll and walked back to the tent entrance.

"Don't leave the tent, pet. Take a nap, play with yourself, I don't care. Just stay here." Tavorn instructed, clearly focused elsewhere.

Kylia let out a quiet whine in response but regretted it immediately after it caused Tavorn to pause before leaving. She cringed and got lower on the ground, but Tavorn seemed to remember whatever had taken her focus to begin with. Her mistress growled and walked out of the tent quickly.

Kylia was tired from the morning she had spent chopping wood, but found it difficult to nap. It was hard to fall asleep when it was likely that she would wake up to a harsh paddling. She hadn't gotten anything to eat for lunch either, though Kylia wasn't too bothered by that, considering her diet.

She ended up playing with herself lightly as Tavorn had told her. It was quickly becoming her most entertaining activity. And at least inside Tavorn's tent, she wouldn't be humiliating herself while doing it. Aside from anyone that could hear the bells ringing from her clit of course.


It was hours later when Tavorn returned. The sun was setting and her mistress looked sweaty and annoyed. Kylia noticed two fingers and a thumb on Tavorn's right hand were red and blistered. Those were the fingers that would hold the arrow being drawn on a bow. Kylia's own fingers would hurt after a dozen draws on a bow, and she could remember vividly a past episode where she complained to another recruit about it, only to be heard by Tavorn behind her. Tavorn had (figuratively) dressed her down in front of all the recruits, saying that if Kylia was too delicate to keep practicing her archery, she could wait until the rest of the recruits were done practicing and go retrieve every arrow that was fired.

Kylia inwardly frowned at the memory, wondering why she had never noticed that Tavorn was always paying special attention to anything she did or said. She thought she was just unlucky, but Tavorn was clearly fixated on her from the beginning. And now her mistress had apparently spent the entire afternoon shooting arrows just so that she wouldn't have to let some other Miqo'te have Kylia for the night.

Kylia crawled forward and began kissing Tavorn's boots without being ordered to. She gave a shy smile to her mistress, who seemed surprised. Tavorn gave her an uncertain smile in response.

"Did you stay here like a good pet?" Tavorn asked her, placing her bow on the table. Kylia nodded quickly.

"I see. You never got to cum earlier, and I think you deserve a special reward, pet. Lay back on the bedroll." Tavorn ordered, her voice becoming husky.

Kylia did as she was ordered and was surprised to see Tavorn had crouched down at her feet. She was twice as surprised in the next moment, when Tavorn grabbed her legs and lifted them up so that her head was between them, then pulled her closer so that Kylia's upper thighs were on both sides of Tavorn's head.

"Play with your nipples, pet. You can cum whenever you want to." Tavorn said with what seemed like a genuine smile.

Kylia immediately started to play with her nipples, pulling on her piercings lightly so that the bells tinkled prettily. She gasped loudly as Tavorn's tongue began to tongue her pussy gently. Kylia had given Tavorn oral sex plenty of times before, but had never received it. So the sensation of the Miqo'tes tongue moving over her pussy was entirely new to her. In a very short time Kylia was ready to cum, despite her desire to prolong the experience. Tavorn was honestly not the best at doing this, probably because she was just as inexperienced at giving oral as Kylia was at receiving it. But Kylia's pussy was already primed from her previous light rubbing.

With a loud shriek that had an entirely different sound than the shrieks Kylia normally made, she came hard. Several minutes of dizzying pleasure had passed before she remembered where she was. Tavorn was still holding her by her legs, apparently enjoying the sight of Kylia squirming and moaning. As soon as she realized Kylia had been brought back to Eorzea, so to speak, Tavorn dropped her back onto the bedroll.

"I hope you enjoyed that, pet. You won't be getting that too often. I just thought...since tonight..." Tavorn trailed off, her smile at the beginning having faded by the end.

Kylia didn't know what kind of sound to make, as she was unsure of Tavorn's current mood. She simply stayed silent and waited for her mistress to give some indication of what she should do. Tavorn stood equally silent for a moment, then nodded her head and picked up the bow from the table.

"Alright pet. Let's go." Tavorn ordered simply, walking out of the tent with Kylia close by her heels.