Andrein rose as the sun was beginning to make its way into the sky, it was early and the morning held a spring dew and clear air. She walked some way towards the waterside, her mind clear of trouble. All around was quiet save the sounds of nature, she was quite alone, quite safe. Sandor remained sleeping in bed and she imagined she would be back before he should even open an eye and notice her gone. Andrein removed her clothing and waded carefully into the cool water until it rested at her waist, then dexterously she swam out to the other side of the bank.
"Remember." A voice said in her head. "A whore takes what she is bid."
She stood on the bank now, the spring song of the birds reaching her ears. Those were the words of a man now dead, a man slain by her master the night he bought her. His friend had lowered her to the floor and had taken her only chance of honour without any dignity what so ever. It had been painful and she had cried and the affliction was repeated a few more times over the night.
"You have to learn the ropes girl."
His whispers and groans were hot on her ear and her stomach turned by the sour breath and feel of his grubby lips dragging over her. Andrein had felt sick at the touch, she wanted to shrink into the rough ground beneath her but all she could do was endure. By morning she had fought hard in her mind to push him out, to focus her thoughts elsewhere and spare herself the physical labours forced on her. The disgust after each episode she could never shake but she had a weapon against those who would invade her. They could take her body, but she would be absent.
Shaking off these thoughts she swam back feeling liberated and light in the morning glow. As she emerged she watched the crystal like beads rolls off her skin and she stood a while looking across the pool as she dried. Contemplation was inevitable and she thought over the failed prophecy of the sayer, the treachery of her father and the child of her master that she lost. All seemed another life today, it did not hurt her as she stood in the sun.
Dressing herself she began to forage some fruit and soon came across an apple tree. The fallouts were no good so she climbed amongst the branches, tossing down the finest specimens she came across. Her master would be hungry so she needed plenty. Returning with a bountiful crop cradled in her arms she noticed the day was still early. Her hair had almost dried into its ruby waves and she heaved a sigh of peace. So rare was a blessed morning she needed to acknowledge it.
Stepping inside their lodgings all was quiet but she saw the bed was empty. A twinge of apprehension filled her, if he had awakened and found her missing he would be angry and searching for her. Andrein had not considered recent dangers he had saved her from and despite knowing her offering and appearance would please him, her wandering would not.
Suddenly two arms seized her frame, she jumped and the apples fell from her arms and rolled to the floor with a thud. Her body was yanked back against the broad chest of her master and his hands clutched at her. His face was buried in her hair and she could feel his desire pressing against her.
"Where have you been?" He murmured thickly, the lust hot in his voice. He spoke close to her ear and nipped at the nape of her neck. Sandor's hot breath tickled her skin and his hands moved up her body until they began pushing the dress from her and he groaned. "My beauty."
His words went right through her, that ache was back and try as she might she couldn't help but indulge in it. Within seconds she found herself thrown face down, naked on their bed and without any chance of feeling fear his body hovered over hers. His weight was rested on a hand either side of her shoulders and his legs pushed hers together. For a moment she was confused and yet dazed with desire as his own legs straddled hers. His upper body lowered against her back, his skin seemed to be burning or was it hers? His mouth began kissing and nipping at her creamy shoulders as a hand moved to position himself.
Without another word he buried himself inside her fully, they both emitted a delirious moan. Sandor raised himself on his hands and he slowly pulled out of her making her mew slightly at the loss of him. Within a second he rolled his hips and pushed into her again, fitting inside her completely but making him groan like an animal. For some time he moved like this, in and out with slow, deep movements, the aim she knew to coax out her pleasure for sure this time. When she gasped louder he took it as a sign to begin to move with deep, regular movements, not a harsh rhythm but one that would have her feeling exactly how he did every time he laid with her. His actions paid off, soon they set of a momentum in Andrein that made her cries sound desperate for more. Sandor understood and with no other words between them and desperate for her he set about a faster pace. His body lowered itself as his hips rocked back and forth swiftly and when he could he kissed her shoulders and neck. His skin dragged across hers and the feel of her was heavenly, it never lessened in desire for him. Andrein could only grip the furs beneath her as their moans, grunts and cries mingled together reaching a higher and higher crescendo.
A powerful thrust finally broke Andrein and as pleasure tore through her she let out a cry so loud it was practically a scream and this tipped Sandor over the edge to his own release. Satisfaction consumed him as he claimed her as his. Exhaustion intoxicated him as he rested on his shaking arms and he rolled onto his back breathing heavily. Andrein was still laid on her front, her head facing away from him, her skin glistening like a diamond. For a while she panted and did not move and Sandor waited patiently until he could no longer bear not seeing her face.
"Andrein." He muttered gruffly, she turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes were bright, her hair tousled with sweat and those cheeks burning bright. There was a deep look in her violet pools and for a moment he could only watch her. Slowly a small smile carried itself to him from her lips and she disarmed him. Gracelessly he pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms possessively and kissing her hungrily. She responded until she was quite breathless and had to pull away and Sandor realised just how tight he held her.
"Mine." He said in a low growl and he felt her head rest on his shoulder. Andrein rested there limp and content; to please him meant she was safe, that's what she told herself as being the source of her current elation for what else could there be? Never mind, she thought and decided to think no more of it, nor consider what she felt beyond the basic lust she held for her master.
Sandor had his eyes open and he sensed she was also awake though they not look at one another, he was almost amused at how well her tiny frame seemed to slot against his larger one when they laid like this. That had been the finest fuck he'd had sober in a long time, possibly ever and there was a typical male gratification within him that he'd brought her to pleasure. Despite their contented silence and recent intimacies he wanted to talk to her again as they had done last night, but he did not know what to say. Finally he realised there was something he could tell her, he could reveal about himself. Despite his affection for her he questioned for a moment the wisdom of baring his past to a slave, but then if he had his way she would be with him until someone stuck a blade in him. So where was the harm? Andrein was surprised when Sandor confessed how he got the scars on his face and the fragmented memory of his sister's demise. Andrein listened, an arm draped over his chest and circling part of his side with her finger. It was blunt and sparse, Sandor was not a man prone to great speeches, but what he said was truthful and honest, bitterness seemed to subside enough for him to speak thus.
When he had finished Andrein straddled his waist and stretching herself along him she kissed him, this was not a kiss to spark desire, it seemed to offer comfort and affection, the kind Sandor was not used to. They had reached a strange sort of symbiosis together and he was thankful for the whim that made him buy her. Despite believing herself to be a sack of meat due to give him pleasure whenever he wished for it, he sensed that she held some form of care for him and for a dog such as himself that is just what he needed.