"Please… Master… fuck me more… I'll accept anything…" she begged hoarsely, voice cracked.
I ignored her.
"Ignore her," I ordered the guard waiting outside as I stepped into the blinding midday sun.
Her broken growl echoed behind me, muffled by the door I slammed shut.
I silently reaffirmed my standard: Only the strong. Only those who truly break and are reborn as mine. The rest… can rot in chains.
The midday sun crushed the border clearing. Turned earth, smell of dried blood and female juices. Heavy silence. The five warriors already purred submissively in the cells, but Sylva had not appeared. She had promised to come. She didn't. That silence burned more than any wound.
I sat on the wide rock, back against the old trunk, cock still half-hard under the fabric. I thought about her. About the alpha who hid. About how to make her come out.
Lira knelt first at my right, small and hot, tail brushing my thigh.
"Master… she promised to face you. She didn't come. She's waiting for you to wear yourself down. To drop your guard."
Mira sat at my left, mature curves spilling over the stone.
"She knows you're strong. That's why she sends bait. She wants to see how much power you've gained with each collar. But she doesn't fight for pride. She fights to possess you. She wants your cock inside her before you take it from her forever."
Sira arrived from the edge of the clearing, agile, sweat shining, white ears trembling.
"This morning's routes are the same. Weak east entrance, double patrols at dusk. But we don't know where she is. She wasn't in the big cabin. She wasn't anywhere visible. We only know she didn't show up as she swore."
Nia joined in silence, sitting at my right side, dark tail coiling around my ankle.
"Lots of fresh tracks this morning. The prisoners talk. Sylva is furious… and scared. They say your scent makes her horny. That she touches herself alone in the dark every time one of hers surrenders. But no one knows where she's hiding now."
Lira lifted her gaze, golden eyes possessive.
"You can't go alone, Master. She'll send more in heat to distract you. She wants you so aroused you lose control for one second. One second is enough for her to sink her claws in and mount you."
Mira purred deep.
"If we go together, we divide her attention. Sira and Nia on the flanks, tracking. I break any visible entrance as distraction. You wait. When we know where she is, you go straight in. She won't expect us to hunt her with patience."
Sira nodded fast.
"We have to go back to the forest. Check the northern ridge, the eastern caves, the hidden clearings to the south. We don't know where she is. But when we locate her… let her only see your shadow before she feels you on top."
Nia squeezed my ankle with her tail.
"And when you're inside… do it slow. Make her beg. Make her whole clan hear how their legendary alpha screams your name while you fill her. Only then will they all surrender. No more games."
I looked at them. Lira devoted. Mira calculating. Sira precise. Nia lethal. All mine.
"Then it's decided," I said hoarsely. "We don't assault anything yet. First we find her. Sira, Nia… go back to the forest. Track every corner. Confirm where Sylva is hiding. Maps, guards, tracks. Don't come back without knowing exactly where she is."
The two stood up instantly, eyes shining with loyalty.
"Yes, Master. For you… everything."
They left stealthily, tails swaying with determination.
Lira pressed closer, cheek against my thigh.
"We'll take you to her, Master. And when you have her underneath… she'll forget her own name."
Mira smiled slow, fangs gleaming.
"And after… her entire clan will smell like you."
The conquest was no longer brute force. It was patience. It was smelling the fear beneath the pride. It was making Sylva come out of her hiding place… begging to be broken.
(To be continued…)