Tiralie was standing in front of a big bonfire, a large piece of meat cooking on a stick above it, filling the air with a delicious aroma. The fire painted her muscular body and tanned skin in deeper shades of orange. She yawned—it was already the middle of the night.
The woman glanced at a strange girl she had found. She didn’t seem to belong to any tribe and wore unusual clothes. Earlier, Tiralie had tied the girl’s hands behind her back and wrapped a thick rope around her neck, securing her to a nearby tree.
Tiralie turned away, focusing on the meat. From her left hand, a single claw emerged from her knuckles. She cut a slice of meat and tasted it.
"Finally, it’s done. Fucking Rubropecto cooks for so long." The woman groaned, chewing.
In the next moment, Tiralie noticed her captive’s breathing changing. She grinned and, after slicing another piece, approached the girl.
"Well, look who finally decided to wake up. I started to think you wouldn’t survive. Come on, don’t act like you’re still sleeping. Your heart beats so fast I can hear it from here."
Nicole sighed and opened her eyes, looking up at the voice. Taking in the appearance of the woman standing in front of her, her eyes widened.
There stood a tall, completely naked woman, appearingly in her thirties, her body covered in painted yellow lines forming shapes, and scars, with one particularly large scar running from the left corner of her mouth up to her eye. Her bright red, messy hair was like a lion’s mane, reaching the middle of her back. Two pointy ears and a long cat tail, the same color as her hair, marked her as another Torakai. Her muscular, strong body was accompanied by a large, shapely chest, fully on display. Her face, scar aside, was strikingly beautiful—a perfect face of a mature woman. Perhaps the scar made it even better.
The woman smirked. "Already intimidated, huh? That’s how it should be." Her voice was loud and clear.
She raised her left arm, pointing her claw at Nicole’s face, just a few centimeters and she would test it’s sharpness against her skin. The claw was unusual—only one, instead of three, and thinner and longer than any Nicole had seen before. It resembled the edge of a wide cutlass more than a claw.
"Now, listen here, girl. I’m going to ask you some questions, and if I feel you’re lying, you may lose something… a finger, maybe… or a tooth… we’ll see. Got it?"
Nicole swallowed hard and nodded.
"Perfect. First of all, who—or what—the fuck are you?"
Oh man, not again.
Nicole sighed, rolling her eyes. "I am a human. Yes, you’ve never heard of people like me. No, I don’t belong to any tribe. I woke up on the island not too long ago."
The answer made Tiralie pause for a few seconds.
"On one hand, I’ve never seen anything like you. But on the other… if you don’t belong to any tribe, why do you have a Krellip with you? Nobodies can’t have one of these." The woman said, taking a bite from the slice of meat in her right hand.
"A Krellip?" Nicole raised her eyebrows, blinking a few times.
The woman pointed to the side with her claw. Following it, Nicole saw Mignon in a water trap, only its head visible out of it, seemingly unconscious.
"Oh... Well, a few days ago I saved him from monsters and fed him. I guess he got attached to me." She said simply.
Tiralie burst out laughing. "Really?" In half a second, she became serious again. "You expect me to believe that bullshit? Come on, try again."
"But that’s true. You made it sound like those—eh, Krellips, as you said—are important or valuable. I don’t know what’s the deal with them."
The woman stared at Nicole, even stopping eating for a few seconds. "Hm… You’re either dumb or think I’m dumb. Everyone knows that nearly all Krellips belong to the Narakai queen. But… by the way you talk and react, I can’t say you’re lying. Or maybe you’re a professional liar. Let’s skip this part for now. Do you have a name?"
Narakai? It's wolf tribe if I remember correctly. If that's true, it makes sense. Qeen of wolves having an army of dog-monkeys.
"Nicole."
"That’s a strange name, Nicole. Though everything about you is strange. I am Tiralie."
"Um, nice to meet you?" Nicole didn’t know how to react.
Her reaction made Tiralie laugh again. "Girl, you genuinely don’t know me?"
"No. Should I?"
The woman grinned. "Everyone knows me! I am one of the strongest Torakai alive! I serve directly under the Circle! Everyone either worships me or fears me!" She flexed her biceps.
Great. And what or who is this Circle?
"Oh, great. Anyways, what about untying me?"
"For what? I still don’t trust you. Alright, back to questioning. What are you doing on Torakai territory? You don’t really seem like a traveling merchant."
"I went to the forest to train and get stronger. Normally, I live in a nearby village, not far from here."
"Stronger? That’s respectable… But you say you live in Greenshore Village? I was there yesterday, and no one told me anything about you."
"Well, maybe. But if you bring me there, people will say they know me."
"Hmm…"
While in thought, Tiralie finished her piece of meat and cut a new one from the one hanging over the fire. Nicole relaxed slightly, enough to notice the smell of food and her stomach making a sound.
"Hungry?" Tiralie tore a small piece of meat from the new slice, holding it above Nicole’s head. "Open your mouth, doggy." She taunted.
"I won’t beg. And I am not your… doggy." Nicole said, staring the woman dead in the eyes. The next second, air left her lungs after a powerful kick to her stomach.
Tiralie grabbed Nicole by her ginger hair and forced her to look up. "You seem to forget your place, girl. Even if you’re known by the villagers, right now you’re my captive. And if you piss me off too much, no one will even know we met." She released Nicole’s hair. "Laws of the wild: the stronger is always right. If I order you, you obey." She punctuated her statement with another kick, leaving Nicole gasping for air. "And if you don’t want to eat, you don’t have to." She swallowed the piece of meat she had offered Nicole earlier.
Fucking shithead. And way too strong for me to fight, especially since it looks like she got rid of the spider.
"So, what now? We just hang out here until morning and then go to the village? Can I get some sleep, or do you have more questions?"
Tiralie smirked. "Oh, still cocky? If not for you, I’d stay in the forest for my mission, but I guess now I have to check if you’re really who you claim to be. So yes, tomorrow we will go to the village."
As she spoke, she returned to the meat over the bonfire, then sharply turned to face Nicole. "But you know what comes after a good meal and sleep?"
In a few quick steps, she was back in front of Nicole. "Sex. But since I’m not going to untie you, we’ll have to work around that." She moved closer, right next to the girl, and whispered. "Behave, and I may give you a second chance at food. Got it?"
"Alright, alright… You could have just asked for that since the sta—" Tiralie didn’t let her finish.
Tiralie stepped forward, pressing her entrance against Nicole’s face. Nicole tasted the salty skin on Tiralie’s nether lips but didn’t resist. She adjusted her sitting position to a more comfortable one and extended her tongue, exploring the woman. Her hands were still tied tightly behind her back, so her mouth was her only tool.
Nicole continued teasing Tiralie, kissing and licking until she could taste the woman’s sweet arousal and felt her breathing quicken. She pushed her tongue deeper, then withdrew it, repeating the process with growing intensity, agressively tongue-fucking woman’s pussy.
"Mmhh… You’re actually not that bad, girl." Tiralie moaned softly, her hands tangled in Nicole’s messy hair, pressing her face closer.
Nicole snuggled between Tiralie’s legs, swirling her tongue inside, pressing her lips against her entrance as if they were kissing. At this point, Tiralie’s wetness dripped down Nicole’s chin and onto her chest.
Nicole experimented, adjusting her movements based on Tiralie’s moans and gasps, she quickly located the G-spot and focused on it.
"Fuck me… don’t you dare stop now…" Tiralie purred.
It didn’t take long for Tiralie to reach her peak. She grabbed Nicole’s head in both hands, pressing her waist down, guiding her tongue as deep as possible. Soon, a stream of Tiralie’s juices hit Nicole’s mouth. Nicole swallowed, tasting a sweet and slightly spicy flavor.
After a few seconds, Tiralie lifted herself off Nicole’s face. Nicole tried to wipe her chin with her hands but remembered her arms were still tied.
"Wow… You actually did great. Now I hope the villagers won’t save you, so I could take you as a slave for myself…" Tiralie chuckled, stepping back slightly.
Nicole felt the night breeze on her wet chin and chest. Luckily, her clothes were still on, making it bearable. "So… what about my turn now?"
Tiralie chuckled. "Don’t even dream about it. I don’t give pleasure to others. Ever."
"But what if I had pleasure right now?" Nicole smirked.
"That doesn’t count. You know what I meant. Anyway, you got a second chance to eat tonight." Tiralie approached Nicole with a slice of meat. "Open your mouth wide."
This time, Nicole didn’t resist. She hadn’t eaten for hours, and the thought of starving through the night didn’t appeal. She opened her mouth, letting Tiralie place the piece inside slowly.
"Good girl! See, you can behave after all." The woman said, sounding as if she were praising a dog that had learned a new trick. She lightly patted the top of Nicole’s head and turned away.
"So… you’re really going to leave me to like this in the end?" Nicole sighed.
Tiralie turned sharply, grinning. "Well, I have one option…" She snapped her fingers, and Nicole saw movement above them. A giant blue spider descended from the tree, landing beside Tiralie. She gently petted one of its legs. "Would you like him to please you? Though it would be more like you pleasing him… Most of the girls I gave him to didn’t like the experience."
Nicole stared wide-eyed. "Y-you… it serves you?"
"Yes, of course. I’ve known him for half my life. His name is Ertas. So… want to spend some time alone with him?"
"Of course not! That’s terrifying!" Nicole shouted, panicking. She had no idea how exaclty a giant spider would do that, or what would it do, but she didn’t want to find out.
Tiralie sighed and pouted. "Okay, okay. No need to shout! You don’t want to scare my Ertas, right?" She snapped her fingers, and the spider jumped back into the shadows of the tree.
"Alright, enjoy your night then." Tiralie said, approaching a dark green hammock and climbing on.
Ew. Judging by the color, it was probably made of spider silk. Nicole wondered if sleeping in it would feel like being in a web cocoon.
Nicole lied down on the grass. Her hands were still tied and a rope around her neck were not really comfortble, but despite that, probably thanks to being tired after all what happened, Nicole swiftly fell asleep.