Ancientt (Elaine Waters)

The Captain's Slave part 20

Added 2024-10-23 02:34:15 +0000 UTC

Previously…

He didn't love Joan. He couldn't even befriend her. And I made all these awful memories surface because I was insecure.

"I'm so sorry," I say, reaching for his face to cup it. "You're not broken."

"I know," he replies, eyes narrowing on my lips. "And it took finding you to realize that."

PRESENTLY…

MALIK

Something is wrong with me. I can feel it in my chest and at the forefront of my mind.

An agitation. A feeling of paranoia. I felt it as soon as I rode into the camp. This intense feeling of possession over Grace.

I saw masters looking at her, and I wanted to claim their eyes for it.

Back in my home, it was just her and I. I didn't have to share her with anybody. But this camp that smells like sex and is riddled with lonely, haunted, horny men is like a beehive. The masters look at Grace like she's a fresh piece of meat. Just like I did at the very beginning.

It's only a matter of time before I do something stupid. Before I run someone through because they asked Grace to bend over for them.

I can stake my claim by glaring all I want, but that's not enough. Some fool will not get the memo and make a move on her.

I don't understand why I'm so overwhelmed with these heated emotions. I used to be on the other side of the spectrum, disturbingly cold and distant from everyone around me. Even from Joan. But the seasons within me have changed overnight, and I'm a raging hot summer. So quick to anger.

I was even short with General War. Looking back, I know I was out of line, and he was grateful for not questioning me. I have never disrespected him, and I don't know why I've become so audacious.

I stand outside my tent, smoking from a pipe and blowing smoke into the darkness. Grace is fast asleep inside my tent, flushed from the orgasm I rippled through her.

Looking at the stars, I realize my condition is beyond me. I'm going to need to see a healer before I snap. I don't want to murder another male in a jealous rage. I've reached my quota for the year.

I think about the words I exchanged with War. His offer still stands. He wants me to take over the camp for him so that he can retire and be with Joan. I don't know what to make of his offer.

Grace is my future, and she wasn't made for military life. But I could protect her from anyone if I absorbed War's power. We wouldn't have to run ever again.

I don't want to run. I wasn't made for that. I was made to hold my ground and fight.

"Can't sleep?" Comes a familiar soft voice.

I glance at an entertainer as she sits on a crate beside me, welcoming herself.

"It's been a while, Malik," she says.

"Hello, U'ani. I hope the camp has been treating you well," I reply as I exhale smoke.

U'ani was one of my regulars. One of the entertainers I spent time with.

"News is that you've gotten attached to a human girl," she says.

"Sounds about right."

She extends her long legs, crossing them at the ankle as her beaded short skirt drapes over her thighs.

She is beautiful–that will never change. But my body no longer reacts to her presence.

"What did it take for her to be the one? Is it the sex? I thought I had mastered that department with you."

"That's the thing," I murmur. "I haven't even fucked her yet."

"So she's special because she's untouched? And I am…community property?" She chuckles. "You didn't seem to complain."

"I don't think you're dirty or damaged, U'ani."

I sigh, growing tired of having to explain my fucked up heart and brain to everyone. I don't know why I couldn't bring myself to befriend Joan or love an entertainer. This is just how I am. I hate that people feel like I let them down when I never promised them anything.

"You were just not the one. I am sorry if that's what you wanted, but I can't give that to you. Not now, not ever. But you will be alright. You're a smart girl, and you're beautiful. You know this. You don't need any male to tell you."

"Hmm… it's alright. It's my fault for ignoring the number one rule among enter: never fall for a master."

I can't fault her. I ignored my own rule of not falling for servants. And yet here I am.

"The heart wants what it wants," I reply.

"I'm surprised you have one, Malik. That's what drew me to you. Why I became exclusively yours. You would be so passionate with your hands and lips as you tossed me around. And yet you were so cold when you walked past me. Like I was a stranger. No other master treated me like that. I was intrigued by your push and pull."

"The pushing and pulling of waves will eventually drown you. Look for something better. You will know when you find him. He will make it clear that you're his."

I murdered for Grace. I left no doubt from the beginning that she belonged to me. And if a male isn't willing to murder for his claim, then that's no devotion.

U'ani rises from her seat and takes the pipe from me, our fingers brushing. She takes a long drag and exhales warm smoke into my face. Her lips, painted in gold, curl to a seductive smile.

"Thank you for the advice. I don't think we've ever spoken this much. We never shared much other than moans, you know?"

She extends the pipe to me, and I shrug.

"Keep it. And befriend Joan if you'd like any more advice. She's a good female. This is goodbye, U'ani. I don't think we should speak ever again. I am not one to let the past cling to my shadow."

Her smile falls. "So this is it? You didn't even say goodbye when you retired and left camp."

I nod. "We no longer have any business together."

She looks at the tent where Grace sleeps peacefully.

"How about a proper goodbye? Come to my tent. The girl doesn't have to know anything."

"You two are of the same age," I reply.

"I have experience. That is what makes me a woman. Let me remind you just how much."

She drags the warm pipe down my bicep. I grip her wrist, and her eyes light up in the low light as she foresees me throwing her over the crate and fucking her here and now.

Maybe it was something I'd do in the past. But not now. Not with her.

Not when I want Grace so badly my teeth grind at the thought, and my miserable cocks ache for her warmth.

"No. Goodbye and best of luck."

Her lips purse. She looks displeased, but it's not my duty to spoil her. I owe this female nothing. Our past is long dead.

"Very well," she says. "I'm looking forward to Grace's initiation."

I'm disturbed to hear that she already knows Grace's name. She has been doing her research.

"What initiation?"

"Well, she can't expect the entertainers to accept her without a little exhibitionism, can she? Joan did it with War, showing us that she respects entertainers for their hard work."

Exhibitionism? The entertainers expect me to fuck Grace in public? Ridiculous.

"She doesn't need anyone's acceptance. She's got mine."

"Fair enough. But it will be hard to assimilate into camp life if she keeps her nose high and pretends that she's better than us entertainers." She chuckles. "Goodbye, Malik. May the ancestors smile down upon you. I will cherish this conversation. It will be our last one, after all."

"Yes," I grit.

I regret giving her my pipe because I'm in need of a final puff.

I didn't think much about Grace struggling to fit in. This is a large camp, and she will feel lonely because I cannot be beside her all day. Not to mention that servants are too busy for leisure time. Befriending Grace will be the last thing on their minds.

But fucking her out in the open for all to see? I've done this in the past, but Grace is different. She's mine.

And yes, War claimed Joan for all to see, but only a few entertainers dared to look. The masters knew War would claim their heads if they looked at his female.

But I won't let Grace be pressured into anything.

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GRACE

As I listen closely to the conversation between Malik and his ex-lover, I come to one imperative conclusion:

I will ride Malik in the middle of the camp like my life depends on it.

I heard U'ani's challenge, and I will answer it. Because if there's one thing she and her entertainer friends need to understand, it's that I'm no little bitch.