Little Red - part four
The weeks passed, and though the young woman stubbornly refused to believe what her body told her was true, the wolf was celebrating his success. She didn't need to tell him that she was pregnant; her body did that for her on the days she was sick during the night, feeling bloated in the morning, and in how her scent slowly began to change. She was displaying all the signs, and even as she grew increasingly upset with what her body was telling here, he was ecstatic. In a handful of months, the pup would be here, a strong young beast fox him to teach.
He was deeply pleased to find out that her egg had accepted his seed, when it was uncommon for human bitches to conceive a wolven babe. As stubborn as she was, he was confident that she wouldn't lose this child, but would give birth to a fine pup indeed. If his luck held, it would even be a male, though he wouldn't get his hopes too high just yet.
What few of his kind knew was that he had little intention of taking on a true mate at all, not when he was happy to sow his seed in his human whore. If he ever managed to fight to position as the alpha, he would then take a true mate, but he was content where he was at that point. Despite his gruffness, he longed to have a pup of his own for more than having an heir, he wanted someone to remember him in an affectionate light even after he was gone, and if he was careful in fatherhood, he would have a child that would do that.
It was almost three months after he took her that Emily slowly began to bring herself to terms with the fact that she was pregnant. She was at first furious, then beside herself. Even though he had been celebrating the pregnancy she wouldn't admit for two months, she couldn't help but be furious at him. She wanted to go home, wanted to be normal and a virgin still, wanted to be courted by the boys in her village, and possibly in love by now, yet here she was, dressed as a whore with a small bump in her stomach that showed proof to the rape and pain she suffered.
Not quite rape anymore, though she wasn't worshipping his cod as he seemed determined to make her do. She understood that, if she didn't at least attempt to enjoy the fuckings when he wanted her to, she would never make it out of this place alive. It left her feeling occasionally disgusted and dirty, but she had grown to enjoy the touches and fondling, his sharp fangs on her neck and his long tongue stroking her skin until she trembled beneath him. At that point though, she was simply distraught, laying in the bath that she had had run and thinking about what exactly was going to happen to her next.
Marquis was pleased, and had been since he could smell her scent change, which she knew. It didn't change anything though, her mind having not changed in the time she had been held in this house. She was still determined to leave, though pregnant as she was, she knew she wouldn't be able to even take the chance until after she had given birth and recovered. Any effort before that would be beyond foolish, and she wasn't willing to take the risk.
At that point, all she could do was wait and plot, hoping desperately the entire time that she actually managed whatever plan she came up with. She probably wouldn't and if she didn't, she doubted she would ever try again, simply due to the punishment she had heard about being whispered between the slaves as horror stories.
The only major comfort she had in the entire situation was that the wolf wouldn't hurt the child she was carrying, no matter what she did. He loved it, he wanted it safe, and even after she did her bid for freedom, he would still treat it exactly like it deserved. Despite it being the child of rape, the child of a man she never wanted, and the man that took her freedom, she had a motherly bond towards it, and only wanted what was best. It was hers, and she felt fiercely protective of the child she hadn't wanted, and she was terribly glad that he would still give it nothing but the best, no matter what she did.
As she thought these things, she moved her hands to her slowly swelling stomach, where the small lump showed the proof of her pregnancy. Her fingers stroked the smooth skin gently, absently; her head lulling back against the lip of the bath as she stared up at the ceiling. Tendrils of black hair that had escaped her loose bun floated in the water around her, languid and relaxed, and slowly, as the hot water seeped into her body, she relaxed. The herbs and the heat melted away her stresses and her stiffness, the pain that touched her body from the last time he decided to have her instead of making love to her. It was surprisingly nice, a small, relaxing haven in this near-hell, and she was more than happy to soak up every second of it that she could.
Her eyes slid closed after a while, and she sank deeper into the water until it lapped gently at her skin, losing track of time. She barely heard the softly noise of a door clicking, and paid it little attention until a gruff paw suddenly grabbed the wet black leather collar around her neck and hauled the naked woman partly up and out of the water. A sharp, choked gasp escaped her, and her eyes opened, her fingers clenching wildly at the edges of the tub, but when she looked up to see what was going on, she was staring into a face she only vaguely recognized.
The wolf had more delicate, feminine features, with dusty fur and golden eyes, her lips pulled back in a mocking smirk over large fangs. When she saw the terror on the soaking girls face, she let her fall back into the tub, water splashing out around her and a wince touching her pretty features. "So sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You must be Marquis's new whore? The one he impregnated."
The word 'impregnated' nearly sounded threatening to Emily, and she shuddered, leaning away from the intrusive and rather terrifying wolfess. "Y-yes. He should be in his study, so if you're here to see him..."
"No, I came mostly to see you. See, I was curious as to who was so bold as to take my mates seed and carry the offspring that should be mine..."
That was when it clicked in the womans head, and she barely kept from peeing herself in worry. She'd heard of this female, the one that so boldly announced that she would one day be her master's mate, and was determined to see it through. She hadn't thought that it would affect her, since it was some obvious allusion that the wolfess had made herself, that wasn't going to happen, but now she realized she had made a mistake not to speak to Marquis about the possibility that it would anger her. Now, with the female standing boldly over her, her golden eyes glinting and her fur bristling slightly, she was more scared then she had been a moment before. "I-I-I mean no harm. I don't have a choice in the matter, i-if I could, I would leave!"
Something glinted in the other woman's eyes, and she leaned back, seeming to approve, which nearly made Emily sigh in relief, sagging down in the water that now seemed too hot. "Good girl. It's good to hear that you want to leave. That's exactly what I intend to help you do. See, I have quite a bit of influence in this city, but with you stealing away my rightful mate, I won't rise quite as quickly as I want. With you out of the picture, I will have all that I could want.
"Obviously, you're pregnant. That's why none of us have seen you out of this place more than a handful of times. He is keeping you tight under his paw." It was true, she had only been out a few times in the past three months, due to his fear of her being harmed, and the simple fact that he was too determined to keep his catch to allow others to see her often. "I suppose it's simple necessity that we wait until after you give birth, or else, you simply won't be able to follow the plan..."
For the next five minutes, she laid out a simple plan that would seemingly work without flaw, though Emily didn't exactly trust her for an instant. It was her only chance at gaining her freedom, so despite her immense displeasure over the entire situation, she was willing to think about it. "I will think about it. Thank you, it's an...amazing offer, but..."
A sly grin slowly spread across her face, and she straightened, putting her paws on her hips. "Good. Think on it. I will be back. You should know though, that if you stay, I will kill you." With that, she left the girl in fear and distress, trembling in the water as she left. Eventually, she would bend to her rules, and the wolfess knew it. Soon, very soon, he would be hers, and the girl would be gone forever.
All the young woman could do at that point was shudder as she watched the female go, slowly rising from the water in her slender, flushed glory. She was now more scared of the future then she had been, and though she should have gone immediately to Marquis to discuss with him what she had been offered, she didn't. It was her only chance at that point, and even if she decided to not take it, she would rather have the option open than none at all.
Slowly, she pulled a robe around herself, feeling suddenly exhausted. It would be over six months before she could decide. Until the time drew closer, she would put it to the back of her mind, and try to enjoy the bit of luxury she was given.