Heavy Petting

3. Garonn

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GARONN

M y pet is female.

The moment I lay eyes upon her, my horns tingle and I feel the pull of the special bond mentioned in the handbook. It’s instant, and I need not look at more humans. This one is mine.

She’s small and scared, and someone has marked her beautiful, clear skin with painful-looking stripes.

Not wanting her to sense my anger at this, I focus only on her sweet face and beckon again, for her to approach. Her pretty blue eyes dart from side to side, before they sparkle at me with an inexplicable recognition. She knows it too. We are two destined souls, meeting for the very first time.

She eases closer, and I nod, encouraging her in soft, hushed tones I hope she’ll find inviting. “I am so sorry I couldn’t break you from this place faster, sweet thing. Come to me, Pet. You are safe now. Master has found you, and he will take good care of you.”

She takes another step toward me and looks at one of my hands. I forget trying to hug her to my heart and reach out to her with that hand instead, holding it open and flat in invitation. “That’s it, little one. Come.”

She flits her gaze between my face and my hand and creeps closer. She lifts her hand, but looks to me for some sort of approval as she hovers it just above mine.

I nod and stay very still, so I don’t spook her. She’s so wary and skittish.

Again, my blood heats at the thought of her mistreatment. I will find out whoever lashed at her skin and wore that red mark around her ankle. If they have not yet been slaughtered, I will shred their skin worse than they have harmed hers — and they won’t be granted the gift of my healing skills. “Come, my darling. I’ll make it all better,” I promise.

She looks at my open palm and lightly brushes the tips of her fingers over it in the sweetest caress.

A shiver runs through me at her touch, and my horns start to pulse with a strangely exciting sensation. My cock begins to plump, and I close my eyes, as I breathe in her scent.

Her blood calls to mine in ways The Human-keeper’s Handbook didn’t mention on the first page. I’ll need to read more, because the tiniest touch and gazing upon her body has caused a response in mine — a very intriguing but inappropriate one. Has she been sprayed with some sort of pheromone?

Is there something in the handbook about being attracted to one’s human pet? Why would Hordan not mention it? Is this what his secretive smile was about? That sly beast.

I allow my gaze to roam her bare body and can’t deny my attraction. I can nearly wait to get her home, where I can explore the cause of the peculiar sensations within me by learning her body more thoroughly. I haven’t heard of other monsters having such feelings for a human, but I also do not know any monsters who have been matched with one of these special companions. Is this what Hordan felt for the female he spoke of meeting?

My precious little gift strokes my palm again, her lips curling slowly upward at one side of her mouth.

“Do you like the way I feel, Pet?” I ask, as she slides her fingers over my wrist. They linger where she’ll be able to feel my pulse racing beneath my pelt.

She raises her eyes to mine, and she gives a subtle twitch of her lips in another almost-smile. She curls one of her hands around my thumb, takes my littlest finger in her other fist, and then guides my hand toward her face. She tilts her head to one side and presses the pads of my fingers to the side of her neck.

The rush of her blood feels like rapid thunder beneath her skin, and I smile too. “Yes Pet. We are both excited.” I stroke the smooth skin of her throat, and she releases her grip, making it easier for me.

“You are learning to trust me,” I whisper, trailing my touch lower, to trace the curve of her breast. Her nipples tighten into even prouder peaks, and my mouth waters. I graze one with my thumb. “It’s good that you are not afraid. I believe our souls have been waiting to connect, and I will never harm you. There is no reason to fear me.”

I slowly raise my hand to stroke her cheek, and she leans into my touch.

“Yes Pet. Come now.” I motion for her to move closer, and she does as I’ve bid.

Her obedience soothes a need inside me, but the sway of her hips ignites others.

I gather her small, cold body close to mine, and she snuggles in, eager for my warmth.

She is chilled and a little mangy — definitely in need of a bath. It pains me that she has been left alone in such poor holding conditions, but she’ll be kept well from this day onward.

I carry my little human away from the kennel she was locked in. She will never be caged again if she can behave well, and I doubt she will be anything but perfect for me. From the bond between us, I can sense only the most docile and sweet-hearted vibrations from her, and I look forward to our long and happy life together.