Kylia stretched out in her bedroll, feeling like there was a lot of space in it for her. Then she opened her eyes and realized that Tavorn and Petra had already gotten up. Neither had been up for long, since they had just finished putting their leather outfits back on. Seeing the other Miqo'tes dressed reminded Kylia that she herself would never wear clothing again. Her rich indigo tattoos were the only covering she had. Still, Kylia definitely appreciated not having been woken up by Tavorn's paddle.

Tavorn noticed she was awake straight away. Her Mistress walked over to Kylia, bent down, and grabbed her hair. Tavorn pulled Kylia up painfully (though not as painfully as she could have) a few inches higher until she and Tavorn were level. Her Mistress then kissed her roughly. Kylia, her eyes quite wide at this point, could do nothing more than accept the surprising kiss from Tavorn.

Tavorn's kiss was none too gentle. Kylia wasn't certain whether Tavorn was trying to send her a message, or whether the other Miqo'te simply didn't know how to kiss any other way. Regardless, Kylia meekly accepted Tavorn's tongue into her mouth. Kylia rather thought that kisses were supposed to show affection, and maybe Tavorn was trying to do that. But her Mistress was also asserting her dominance and control, and Kylia read the message loud and clear.

"You two are so cute together." Petra declared with a laugh, putting her hands on her hips.

From how close they were together, Kylia could clearly see Tavorn's gaze tighten. She felt a trickle of apprehension at that. Tavorn had a habit of taking her frustration out on Kylia, and from the corner of her eye, she could see the heavy oak paddle hanging from Tavorn's belt. Tavorn broke the kiss off after a moment, frowning slightly.

"Go get us breakfast, pet. And hurry up. I may have spared you from your wake-up paddling, but you'll get that and more if I think you're dawdling." Tavorn ordered flatly, straightening up.

Kylia let out a quick whine in response, as she lacked the permission to form words anymore. She got up in a flash and ran out of the tent, eager as she was to display her obedience while she was in sight. The silver bells hanging from Kylia's intimate areas rang prettily, and as Kylia exited the tent, she could hear Petra laughing.

As soon as she was out of sight, Kylia slowed her pace. She was still hurrying, but Kylia had no intention of running all the way to the cookfires. She passed a number of Miqot'es who were sitting outside their tents and conversing with each other. Kylia was an immediate topic of conversation, of course, but she was used to it by now. Every Miqo'te in the camp had seen her naked, and depending on the time, had also seen her playing with herself or being paddled. Kylia really had nothing to hide at this point.

The line to get breakfast wasn't very long, thankfully. Kylia fell in behind a tall, dark-haired woodworker and waited her turn. Another Miqo'te stepped behind her in line. Kylia paid the Miqo'te no mind. Until she felt a hand caressing her bare ass, anyway.

"You're looking awfully pretty today, sweetling." Sabine said softly behind her.

Kylia froze in place. Just like the prey for which she was named, Kylia was filled with fear when confronted by a merciless predator like Sabine. She had nobody to protect her here. Tavorn and Petra were both back at the tent. Still, Sabine probably wouldn't hurt her out in the open like this. Probably.

"I was quite disappointed not to win you last night. Quite disappointed indeed." Sabine remarked, stepping closer to Kylia and wrapping an arm around her.

Kylia let out a fearful whine, despite knowing that evidence of her fright would probably only excite Sabine. The purple-haired Miqo'te laughed in her ear at that. Kylia reflected for a moment on the difference between Sabine's cruel, threatening laughter and Petra's amused, friendly kind. It was like night and day.

Sabine ran her fingers slowly down the front of Kylia's body. Kylia shivered helplessly at the sensation. Sabine's nails felt more like the claws of their evolutionary ancestors. That was Kylia's imagination at work, of course, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being in the grip of a feral predator, one that was intent on playing with her for a while before snuffing out her life.

"Your heart is beating so fast, sweetling. Nervous, are we?" Sabine asked with relish, slipping a finger into Kylia's pussy.

Kylia couldn't help but moan at the sensation. Though her conscious mind had gotten used to her situation by now, her subconscious was another story. Being naked around others, and with her many piercings stimulating her most sensitive areas, meant that Kylia was always primed for sex. Tavorn's training had also permanently blurred the lines between fear and excitement for her as well. Kylia was embarrassingly wet at this point.

"You're such a little slut. I should take you to my special hideout in the forest. We could have a lot of fun there." Sabine whispered icily, continuing to finger Kylia.

Kylia shook her head quickly. No, she most definitely did not want that. Even if her pussy tightened up around Sabine's finger at the idea. Her body had simply mistaken Sabine's real intention of harming her with Tavorn's skewed idea of affection.

"No? Well, think about it, sweetling. I always get what I want in the end. Won't it be better to go with me instead of being dragged there, bound and gagged?" Sabine asked idly, removing her finger from Kylia's pussy.

A moment later, Sabine placed her wet finger at Kylia's lips. Kylia knew what the purple-haired Miqo'te wanted, and her obedience training kicked it at once. Kylia meekly opened her mouth and allowed Sabine's finger inside. She sucked the cruel Miqo'tes finger, tasting the evidence of her own excitement, until Sabine was satisfied. Sabine then kissed Kylia below the ear and walked away, laughing quietly.

Kylia let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Kylia shivered in apprehension and tried to get a hold of herself. She felt rather like a rabbit who had just survived contact with a predator, and only through sheer luck was she still breathing. That was just her imagination, of course. Wasn't it?


"You took your time, pet." Tavorn groused as soon as Kylia returned, sitting at the small table in Petra's tent.

Tavorn wasn't really going to punish her pet, even so. She had simply wanted Kylia to return as quickly as possible. Petra's attempts at conversation were annoyingly difficult for her to deflect. As much as Tavorn wanted to keep the other Miqo'te at arm's length, Petra had an irritating ability to ingratiate herself with her. Tavorn had already surrendered to the idea of being called "Tav", and that was only the beginning of what Petra likely wanted to establish.

Kylia whined softly in response. She seemed to want to communicate something to Tavorn, but Kylia had more important things to attend to right now. Her pet was carrying three plates, with two in her hands and another balancing on the crook of her arm. She set Tavorn's plate down first, as she should, and then Petra's, while keeping a hold of her own plate. Her pet had gotten Tavorn's usual breakfast of smoked salmon and eggs while retrieving several skewers of meat and mushrooms for Petra. Kylia's own plate was piled high with roasted fish heads, of course.

"You're not really going to make her eat that?" Petra asked with amusement, raising an eyebrow.

"Huntresses eat what they wish. Prey like her eat the scraps they're given." Tavorn replied stonily.

Tavorn watched as Kylia sank down and placed her plate on the floor of her tent. Her pet hesitated to begin eating, possibly because of what Petra had said, so Tavorn decided to provide Kylia with some motivation.

"She should be thankful they're grilled. I could tell the cooks to give them to her raw if she doesn't eat these." Tavorn warned, frowning at her pet.

"You're terrible, Tav." Petra said with a laugh, shaking her head.

Kylia got the message, clearly. Her pet started eating with gusto. Tavorn, satisfied, began eating her own food. Petra did the same, though she watched Kylia on the floor with interest. For a few minutes, Tavorn and Petra ate in relative silence, broken only by the crunching sound of Kylia eating her fish heads below them.

"Just between you and me, I'd be a little more careful in the future with sending her out alone. Sabine lost badly last night, and she's not a good loser." Petra warned, continuing to look at Kylia.

"Sabine knows she'll get a dagger between her ribs if she hurts my pet." Tavorn growled in response.

"I'm not sure she does know that. Or that she cares. Would you like to speak to her together?" Petra asked after a moment, turning her attention to Tavorn.

"I don't need your help." Tavorn answered at once, affronted.

"Of course you don't. I'm just a little concerned about this cutie and I want to know that she'll be safe. Can you do me the favor of allowing me to accompany you? I'll owe you one, Tav." Petra said with a smile, changing gears.

Tavorn frowned at the silver-haired Miqo'te. She knew full well that Petra was manipulating her, but if she was being honest, having Petra accompany her to confront Sabine would be helpful. Not that Tavorn was afraid in the slightest, but seeing the two of them together might persuade Sabine to back off without needing to have a fight. Tavorn usually relished fighting, except that Mirra did not like it when two Coeurlclaws drew blood with each other. Tavorn would never have admitted it to anyone, but she would go to great lengths to avoid having Mirra angry with her.

"Fine. You can come." Tavorn answered sourly, sighing.

Petra only smiled at her.