Warning: NSFW pic at very end
Sexual situations, nudity
After spending almost every waking moment with her new love, Jozka, Leia feels it’s time to do the right thing. She walks into the bedroom she shares with Tonai.
“Tonai?” she says gingerly, not in the commanding voice she’d like. Guilt ripples through her as she looks on the man she once loved. “Tonai, please wake up.” Her words are a bit more forceful.
He clears his throat then raises to a sitting position, yawning. “Yes, my love? What is it you wish from me?”
Pausing, she feels her pulse quicken as she speeds on with what she’s rehearsed in her mind. “I’m…um…I am following a different path for my life now, Tonai. The true Amazon way. Therefore…it is with regret I must inform you I am no longer in need of your services.”
Flinching and casting a wicked glare at Jozka, Tonai shakes his head, eyes blinking. He mutters to himself at this news then hisses, “She’s twisted your mind, Leia. Don’t listen to her. You can do what you wish. You are queen! Don’t throw me away. Not now. Not when you know you still love me.”
Arching an eyebrow, Jozka says, “She’s seen the truth. She has no use for slaves anymore. She is beyond child bearing years and that’s only what a breeding slave is good for after all.”
Leia adds quickly to try to make things better for Tonai, “I have contacted the slave hold in the Red Basin. They are the best in all the Amazon. You will be well taken care of. The master slave there isn’t fond of my mother and therefore, will not blow the whistle on your whereabouts to her. I have paid for your quarters–they are the best money can buy. You will have all you need. I’ve made sure of that.”
“Put out to pasture like an old horse. Is that it, Leia?” Tonai spits the words at her.
Leia’s heart pricks at the sight of his stricken face.
“I’m sorry. You’ve had a good life, Tonai. Once I take over, things are going to change for all slaves. I’m going to enforce true Amazon culture. Most slaves will be killed once they breed. You will be spared this.”
Rising to his feet, Tonai’s eyes pierce Leia to the core. “You will regret this.”
Mist ventures for two weeks, following the map to the renown slave hold in the Red Basin. If she’s being tasked with finding a breeding slave, she might as well pick the best.
Finally, in the cool early morning as the clouds hang heavy in the sky, she is welcomed by a nicely adorned slave with cute curly locks and a wide smile.
The man greets her. “Ah…a lovely alabaster treasure has meandered into our midst. What are your desires, my lady? All you must do is ask, and we will be happy to provide.”
Knitting her eyebrows, Mist answers, “I didn’t know this was a brothel. I don’t want a plaything. I wish to purchase a breeding slave.”
“Then you’ve come to the right place, white princess. We specialize in training our breeding slaves to serve in that capacity of any passion your ladyship might desire. We aren’t renown throughout the Amazon for nothing.”
Mist laughs to herself. She likes this one. And he’s as cute as a tiny bear cub. “Let’s make this easy on all of us. How about you? I live in one of the largest compounds in all the Amazon. Tribe Wahine. You may have heard of it?”
The slave bows reverently. “Of course I’ve heard of the great Tribe Wahine. The queen’s tribe. But I’m but a Master slave and not bred for the task of breeding. Come. Follow me. I will bring you to the best of the best.”
Disappointed, Mist obliges the slave, wondering what his name is. He brings her to a circle of very handsome slaves, eating breakfast by the fire.
Stopping, he mutters, “Now, not all of these are fine enough for you. Therefore, my advice is to go with the one with the red locks. His name is Lash. He’s the son of Rayna Saan, Creator of Saan tribe. Unfortunately, they died off in a plague and he wandered into our ranks. His manners are most high. He is worthy of a Tribe Wahine lady.”
Grinning, Mist says, “Oh, thank you…er…what is your name, please?”
“It is Temon,” he answers curtly and bows.
Mist eyes all of the slaves. So much beauty. She wonders which red head is Lash.
One slave notices and greets her, saying,”Welcome, dear lady! What do we have the honor of your presence? I am Zephyr, here to serve in any way I can.”
“Hello, Zephyr. I’m looking for a breeding slave. May I speak with Lash? He comes highly recommended.”
Standing up, the most handsome slave of the group towers over her. “Over here, my lady. I am Lash.”
“I am Mist of Tribe Wahine. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lash.” Mist looks down awkwardly, thinking about breeding with this slave sends tingles through her whole body.
“No, my beautiful damsel. The pleasure will be all mine.”
Kanui’s stomach growls, but the only food he finds is some stale popcorn. Why did Runoi request his presence? “Er…Runoi, I’ve come but dinner isn’t served, is it?”
Runoi chuckles as he chops some tomatoes for tonight’s supper. “No, you dolt. I’m obviously not finished. But your presence is requested in the gardens, I believe. You must go there at once!”
Kanui groans. “What is it now? I thought Horus was in charge of the slave garden duties.”
“I believe it’s your strength that’s required?” Runio turns and winks at him then goes back to wrangling vegetables and whistling.
Shaking his head, Kanui grumbles. He didn’t realize how much work Newlin actually had performed until he was lost. Now, Kanui worked full time, not a moment of leisure to be had. Being down to three slaves and really two working slaves is too much. His body aches thinking about all the digging that is obviously going to be required of him.
But when he enters the gardens, instead of Ina and Horus greeting him, it’s his beautiful Lilit. His breath is knocked out of him.
Not believing what he’s seeing, his mind catches up to what is happening. His mouth dries. “H-Hello.”
Arching an eyebrow, Lilit says, “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come when you’re called.”
Feeling foolish, he rushes over to her, heart pounding. “W-When…uh…is it your birthday? Already?”
“I wanted to surprise you. I mean…I thought you’d be happy but…anyway, I know I’m not the prettiest girl here, and I know I’m not the smartest…um…and if you don’t want to then it’s okay, Kanui. I won’t force you, but…I have to ask formally anyway.” She stops and gulps then says, “Will you be my mate? It would make me the happiest amazon on the planet.”
Chuckling at Lilit’s sweet awkwardness, something that used to annoy but now he treasures, Kanui answers, “Of course, sweetheart. I cannot wait to be your mate. For life, if you’ll have me.”
Through ritual, Lilit kisses Kanui on the cheek.
Elation filling him, Kanui whisks his love up in the air, kissing her deeply, passion zinging through him.
As they hit her room, clothes fly off and before he knows it, Kanui is making love to the only woman of his desires in total and complete ecstasy.