Out of the Bag, Out of the Hat

DISCLAIMER – Please do not skip this! (=^ェ^=)

Please be aware that this story is in the Non-consensual/Reluctant category. This story includes scenes of graphic non-consensual sex that some readers may find unsettling. The last thing I want is to upset a reader or trigger a trauma with my content. I do not condone rape in any form. This is merely a fantasy of mine. I want to make sure every reader feels safe. This is my first story so all criticism is appreciated but please be nice.

Thanks to my amazing editor majicman21 for assistance with this story. (✿ꈍ◡ꈍ)

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Sharp pain burned in Kedi’s chest. She ran, not looking back, afraid he would be there if she did. The leaves and branches scratched her skin as she bolted through the forest, tiny stones poking her bare feet.

Abruptly, her knees gave out, and she crashed into the ground, panting and coughing as she clutched at the grass beneath her. She took a wheezing breath, oxygen swirling into her abused lungs. The exertion was foreign to her body as running was not a routine for her.

When she became more accustomed to the choking air, she breathed in deeply and slowly. Suddenly, she felt light-headed, about to pass out, but she knew better than to stop.

She stood up as straight as possible on her wobbly legs and held on to the trees as she stumbled through them. Her body felt heavy, as if there was no single cell of energy left in its stores.

She looked around, hoping to find something she could follow but there was no road and no other possible path. She leaned against a tree for a second.

How long have I been running for? Forty minutes maybe… I don’t know…

Her eyes fluttered weakly, darkness creeping in from the edges of her vision, and she finally fell to the ground in a heap. She rested her head on the rough bark of a nearby tree, panting frantically, her throat as rough as sandpaper.

She glanced down at Macan’s formerly white shirt which was now covered in dirt. Her arms and legs were also dirty, hands and feet muddy. She plucked shards of branches out of her hair and cleaned her hands as much as possible by scraping them against the grass.

A few minutes later, she tried to get up again. Now able to properly breathe, she was able to walk at a steady pace.

In the far distance, she could see something that resembled a road. She walked over to it, excited, hoping to see a car pass by, but there was no one in sight.

After a while of walking along the road, she caught a glimpse of a small cottage far away. Relief swelled inside her, and she teared up, glad that this ordeal was over. But the sky was getting dark. She had to hurry.

The house stayed out of reach, however, and she was about to lose hope when she noticed rails on her right. It could have been a tramway or a train and just further down was a station. She changed her path and went straight to the station.

As she reached it, she was met with a strange sight. The station was covered with the unkempt green of overgrown nature. She looked around more carefully and soon realised the station was abandoned. A train had probably not passed in decades.

The plate hanging from a pole created an eerie creaking sound as wind blew against it, the high-pitched strident note giving her goosebumps. On the plate she could read a word: ‘Manu’.

I guess he didn’t lie about that part.

She tried staying calm and look for more clues as to where she was. Hoping the glass wall next to a rusty bench might reveal something, she headed over, and peered through the glass as close as possible, blocking the dwindling sunlight by putting both her hands in between her forehead and the glass.

There was a flier visible inside, close enough to read, but she could not recognize the script. It was not Arabic nor any other Asian language.

What country is this?!

She sat on the rusty bench, the old metal seat covered in crunchy leaves. The realisation of her situation suddenly hit hard and she burst into tears. Loud, gasping sobs spilled out as she unleashed all her anger, fear, and despair.

When she could not breathe through her nose anymore, she managed to stop crying, and wiped her tears. Her nose was blocked, and she needed a tissue.

She contemplated tearing a bit of the fabric of the shirt to use as a tissue. But it barely stretched as she gave all her strength. Once again, she was reminded of its owner’s strength.

Suddenly she heard a branch break, and jolted up, the hairs on the back of her neck bristling. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she waited, frozen, completely still, listening carefully.

Another crunchy sound somewhere close caught her attention, and she ran, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she flew back into the deep forest. She kept running, her legs burning and her throat rough like sandpaper.

The sun slowly disappeared, creating beautiful colours above the trees. She ran until it was too dark to see much of anything.

Through that darkness, she faintly glimpsed what looked like a little volcano made of sand. Instinct told her to go there.

She approached it slowly with her last bit of energy, panting and gasping for air. She managed to hold on to a bush and her consciousness eventually gave up, her eyes darkening as she fell to the ground.

—

Macan could not believe his eyes. The Ailouran had escaped. He went manic, clasping his hair and cursing himself as he ran to the window, the bars intact.

How the fuck did she go through the bars?!

There was no time to think. He stormed back to his office, pushed aside the couch, lifted the safe out from under the floor beneath it, and took out the gun stored there.

It was dangerous in Manu. He had to find her before she got hurt… or hurt someone else.

He checked the direction she had chosen for as long as the cameras showed and stormed outside, running to the forest. She could not have gone far.

But four hours later, she was still nowhere to be found. Macan stopped running, catching his breath, covered in sweat, cursing himself.

I should have bought her some fucking clothes of her own!

Her smell was nowhere to be found because she was wearing his shirt. If she were around, she would have turned up in the last four hours. The sun was going under and it would be too dark to see anything soon. The chances of finding her would be slim.

He rushed back to the house and hurried to his office to call Zeke and quickly explain the situation. True to his nature, before discussing the options with him, Zeke called him a dumbass.

Their options were either to report her, which would lead to both their deaths if they caught her, since he was the one who had brought her here, or he could accept that she had escaped.

After hanging up and mulling over those options, he decided neither was good enough.

He returned to his computer to comb through the security feed for clues. She had been looking outside and had glanced at him before reaching her hand out to test the bars. It went right through, and she had snapped her hand back quickly, looking over her shoulder at him.

She had waited for a chance, and had opened the window the second he had gone to his office, jumping out and running off without hesitation, her speed more than he had expected.

He had to give her credit. It was a well-executed escape. But it also meant something.

There was no way she could have gone through the bars being what she is. He had found the evidence he needed to confirm her identity. She was the Ond Molai.

She must have used her supposed dark magic or whatever trickery is usually up her sleeve.

He felt stupid for ever doubting it even for a second. This was his fault, but he swore to himself he would fix it. She would not get away with this.

He ordered some equipment and a few other things he might need before re-watching the video. The equipment would arrive in an hour through the confidential metal case in his office.

This re-watch was more meticulous, the video gone through frame by frame, and when it reached the moment where she had first stuck her hand through, he zoomed in on her face. Her mouth was not moving, no spell cast of any kind, and her expression was a mix of panic and confusion.

He felt slightly relieved. Although she had probably used some kind of power, she had not seemed to know it. She had been shocked herself.

***

Kedi opened her eyes slowly, feeling weak. It was morning. Something was covering her body. She looked down, seeing then that the cover consisted of a few ginormous leaves.

As she sat up, she looked around her, finding herself on sandy ground. The small space was surrounded by high bushes and trees. Something small in the corner of her eye caught her attention.

An ant as big as a hamster walked towards her and she pressed her hands against her mouth to stop herself from screaming from shock. She watched as it approached her. Its face was not as horrifying as on earth, quite adorable if she were honest.

The ant was carrying a curved leaf above its body, water held in the curve. It came closer and waited patiently, as if expecting her to take it.

“Thank you…” she said, lost and confused but still thirsty enough to accept this strange offering.

It chirped, pleased, and wiggled its antennae before walking off through the bushes. She was surprised the little fella was able to carry the relatively heavy weight.

She took a sip and savoured it in her mouth before swallowing. The water soothed her dry throat and she felt relieved for the first time since her escape.

Looking up into the sky, she noticed the unique trees that surrounded her, kinds she had never seen before.

The branches curled into perfect spirals, whirling around in a hypnotically circular way, maybe five or six times over themselves. The leaves were the size of her torso, green with specks of arrays of different colours.

They looked magical. The tree closest to her had blue in its leaves. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly, trying to process it all.

Macan was right. This is definitely not Earth, and Threa must be real.

The bushes rustled, startling her, but she was immediately comforted by the sight of her new friend. The adorable ant had brought a friend with him this time, a hummingbird moth the size of a parrot.

It was so ridiculously unreal that it did not even shock her. She simply accepted it. This was Threa, after all, and she was in Manu, in the Reign of Xoolaha.

Wherever that may be.

She leaned in close to the ground on her elbows and stomach to greet the little, well… humongous insects.

They were adorable. Needing a momentary escape from her thoughts, she set them aside, wanting to only focus on this magical moment of discovery.

They must be the ‘animals’ of Threa since real animals are the people. Right?

“Hello, are you my new friend?” she asked, smiling wide, her voice extra sweet so it understood she meant no harm. “I’ll call you Anthony. Is that okay with you Anthony?”

Anthony chirped and wiggled its antennae. She took it as a yes and directed her attention to the floating hummingbird moth.

“And you must be… Humphrey. Humphrey Monay? A pleasure to meet you. And honey, can I say, you look stunning.”

Anthony started chirping but stopped after a few seconds, and then Humphrey followed, humming a sweet song before stopping. The duo waited patiently, as if for something specific. As confusing as it was, she tried to understand what they wanted.

Humphrey came closer and sat on Kedi’s shoulder before climbing up her hair, looking for something as its beak gently touched her head. She understood then what they wanted. They wanted to know what she was but she had no ears to show.

It really must be weird to them.

“Ailouran,” Kedi said slow.

Coming from her own mouth, it felt weird. Humphrey fluttered off her head and sat next to Anthony, its head tilted, not understanding what she had said.

“Meow?” she tried.

No luck. Anthony twitched its antennae, still waiting for Kedi to explain herself.

“I don’t blame you, little one,” she sighed. “I don’t know what I am either.”

Anthony and Humphrey tried once again, chirping and singing, and then it clicked; she had to purr.

But how? How do I purr?

She thought back to how Macan had made her purr. It had felt good but not sexually, rather calming. She had felt a level of cosiness and relaxation then.

I need happy thoughts.

She closed her eyes, began massaging her temples and thought of the delicious warm meals her mom used to make, the comfort of her own home, her warm blanket back on Earth and even her prickly bed. She missed it all so much. She tried focussing and slowly but surely, she began purring.

Anthony chirped and Humphrey sang along and for some reason, it seemed like they understood her.

Anthony turned around and disappeared into the bushes while Humphrey settled on Kedi’s lap. She petted the lovely bird’s back, and it closed its eyes, enjoying the strokes, humming quietly.

She remembered how it had felt the first time Macan had drawn his fingers along her spine, how she had hummed a purr herself.

“I know, amazing, right?” she said, thinking of him. “You want to know how he didn’t find me? It will be our secret. I ran forwards ’til I was far enough and took a left turn immediately after entering the forest. I know he had cameras, I’m not that stupid. I have a Master’s after all.”

Kedi felt hopeless but tried to distract herself as long as possible.

The bush moved soon, and back came little Anthony, carrying a strawberry the size of a cantaloupe above its body with its ‘buff’, lanky arms. Kedi giggled as she accepted the gift, petting Anthony’s head.

Taking out two big chunks with her nails, she put them in front of her new friends before digging in.

She was hungry, having not eaten anything since yesterday’s brunch. She devoured the delightfully sweet fruit and wiped her mouth and hands on her shirt, dirtying it further. It was long gone anyway.

She began patting the wonderful creatures’ little heads in gratitude and took out the bow in her hair, letting it fall around her. Anthony was too small so she gifted it to Humphrey, tying it loosely on its neck so it could take it off easily if it did not want it.

And rightfully so, Anthony had deserved a kiss. She gave little ant a soft peck on its head and continued petting them. The wiggling and humming told her they liked it.

Her thoughts wandered off, to many other insects that could exist as pets here and what they might look like.

“What do we have here?” an unknown voice interrupted.

Kedi jumped and looked up. She took a few steps back and could not believe her eyes. A man as tall as 2.5 meters stood before her, looking over the high bushes.

Anthony and Humphrey quickly disappeared and Kedi knew it was bad news. She could feel a cold sweat forming as she walked backwards and her back touched the bushes.

Suddenly, the bush in front of her got yanked off the ground and thrown aside. A large, fat man was in front of her now. She froze, not knowing what to do.

The large man grabbed her arm and pulled her out. When he let her arm go, Kedi instantly took a few steps back, bumping into someone. She jumped and turned around while they formed a circle around her, her eyes wild.

Their ears immediately caught her attention and she now understood what Macan had told her about identity. They looked human, but not quite, the small differences enough to tell what they resembled.

She assumed the tall man was part giraffe; he had a lanky, long face, a flat, piggish nose and two little stumps on his head along with pointy ears. His neck was long, at least 20 centimetres.

The large man in front of her had smooth, flat ears covering a great part of the sides of his head, the biggest, droopiest nose she had ever seen, and small tusks coming out of his mouth. He was part elephant without a doubt.

She glanced at the third man she had bumped into but could not immediately make out what he was.

He just looked like any other regular man, but was shorter, with no furry ears on his head, only ‘Sapien ears’ that were protruding, his mouth protruding as well. She guessed he was a monkey. She would have thought he was basically human if she were not in this situation.

“You look like a mess. Will no brothel take you?” Giraffe joked, grinning.

“We’ll take you, come here,” Monkey continued.

“Show us your tail, babe,” Elephant said, getting closer.

“S- stop!” Kedi stuttered, putting her palms up. “Get away from me. I… I’m not alone!”

“Maybe we have to pet her to get it out,” Monkey said mockingly, and suddenly pushed her.

She stumbled and fell to the ground, scraping her knee on a sharp rock. She hissed in pain, a stream of blood gushing out.

“Looks like we found a little cat. How cute,” Giraffe said. “Hold her up.”

Elephant’s large, strong hands grabbed her by the arms, turned her around and pinned her back against his big stomach. He was big, his hands almost covering her whole upper arms.

Kedi tried to move but could not even squirm. She had never felt a grip so strong before, not even from Macan.

“Wait, where are her ears?” Elephant pointed out, looming over her, ignoring her efforts.

She grunted in frustration, frantically trying to get loose. Elephant twisted her arms behind her back and tightened his grip, still holding her by the upper arms.

“Ouch!” Kedi yelped. “You’re hurting me!”

Giraffe squatted and got on eye level with her, his elbows resting on his knees.

“I’m gonna hurt you so good you’ll be begging me for more,” he said with a smug laugh, letting a hand trail over her face.

Kedi spat in his face in disgust and suddenly felt the hands on her arms tighten. Elephant squeezed hard and she howled, pain radiating all over her body, her arm about to break as she squirmed in agony.

The trio started laughing and stopped their torment when they had enough, letting her loose. She trembled, her legs giving up.

Giraffe’s face turned serious as he put his fingers around her throat and lifted her off the ground, squeezing slightly. She gasped for air, her conscious slipping, grabbing his hand as he choked her.

He let her down when she was close to passing out, but instead of showing any mercy, he grabbed her by the hair, turned her around and pushed her head against Elephant’s body as she couched. His lean, lanky frame came closer, pinning her in between the duo.

“You’re going to regret that, whore,” he grunted into her ear.

“MACAN!!” Kedi screamed as loud as she could, her voice hoarse and painful.

The men laughed and gave each other a look. After a shared nod, they blocked her mouth.

—

Macan had started searching through the forest as soon as the sun had come up, after only two hours of sleep. She had escaped her captivity like before and again without paying for her sins. Imagining her joy in outplaying him gave him a bitter taste in his mouth.

He was about to give up hope when he heard her scream for afar, his heart suddenly skipping a beat. He ran towards the sound, as fast as he could. Then he heard nothing. He stilled, focussing his ears, and noticed a buzzing sound.

A Mellisuga flew towards him like a bolt and stopped right in front of his face, singing frantically, in obvious distress. Kedi’s bow was tied on its neck.

“Where is she?!” he asked just as frantically, and tried to replicate a purr. “Ghrr!”

The Mellisuga turned, still singing, and flew along, leading him to her, moving slower so he could follow. He bolted, running like he never had before. ‘Macan!’ he heard her scream again, pain in her voice. His heart sunk as her desperate howls seemed to become muffled.

I’m coming, little one. Hold on.

He saw the three men from afar. Kedi was pinned in between two of them. Her head was pushed sideways against a large man while his hand blocked her screams. The other held her hands behind her back, her ass pushed back against him as he grabbed her hips.

“BACK OFF!” he shouted as he ran closer.

The tall Genus let go of her hips and turned to Macan. The large man followed him, dropping his hands.

She straightened herself and took a few steps back from the ginormous Sirenia. She was shaking, covered in mud, her face pale, tears streaming down her cheeks. His heart wrenched as he saw the red stains on her shirt, her knee a deep wound.

“What are you gonna do, lover boy?” the Sirenia laughed.

She glanced at him quietly, eyes pleading.

“Is this your boyfriend?” the Genus asked, pulling her forward by her arm, making her wince in pain.

“TOUCH HER AGAIN AND YOU’LL BE FUCKING DEAD MEAT!” Macan roared loudly, his voice echoing through the threes.

“Piss off, mate. You think you can handle the three of us?” the Hominid dared, coming closer.

Macan’s mouth curled up.

The audacity.

He grabbed the Hominid’s neck before the man could react and slammed a powerful knee into his abdomen, causing him to crumble to the ground. Macan took a step forward, face red with fury, as the man groaned beneath him.

“Jeez, man, okay. We were just having some fun,” the Genus said hurriedly.

“How about I show you some fun?” he growled threateningly with a vicious smirk. “Would anyone else like a taste?”

The Genus and Sirenia instantly put their hands up and backed off.

Without thinking, Kedi ran to Macan and clutched tightly to his chest, her face buried into it. She was shaking uncontrollably.

The duo hastily pulled the idiot of the year off the ground, knowing better than to fight a Keioba. Kedi’s tense body relaxed a bit as the sound of the men’s annoyed murmuring and rustling footsteps got farther away.

She finally breathed out after holding her breath for too long, taking fast, sharp breaths as if she had forgotten to breathe, holding on to each of them like she was worried it would be taken away from her.

Suddenly, she burst into tears, sobbing into his shirt. Macan caressed her hair comfortingly and squeezed her closer to him. He could not be angry at her.

“I know. I know,” he consoled her.

He picked her up and carried her in his arms, heading back to the house. She rested her head against his chest, face half-buried in it again as she held his shirt in a small fist and sniffled.

Her knee was in a bad shape and he had to use all his willpower to refrain from going back, finding the trio, and shooting them down one by one.

The silence broke as she began purring, the gentle hum coming from within. Her eyes hung heavy, exhausted from the horrifying event.

“The little cat learned how to purr now?” he asked, to lighten the mood.

She closed her eyes and faintly shrugged, feeling shy. She knew what it meant now, cheeks flushed red.

—

Macan’s smell calmed Kedi’s nerves and she clutched as tightly as possible to his chest, wished he would never let go of her. She felt shy but could not stop her involuntary purring. His firm chest was comforting, his steely arms protective, and she relaxed, feeling safe.

“Thank you,” she murmured, close to falling asleep, both of them knowing what she meant.

She drifted off, imagining being in bed, dwelling in the same sweet scent she had smelled on him the first time. She woke up after a little while, still in his arms as the sun invaded her eyes.

They had finally entered the big garden surrounding the house, the forest behind them. On the right side of the house was a beautiful stream. She had not paid attention to it when escaping.

“I can walk myself now…” she offered softly, knowing it was not true.

Macan did not reply, a harsh look on his face and hurried to the house. He was angry at her. Her heart beat faster, his warm comfort almost making her scared to lose it.

She knew she was in trouble but also knew he would not hurt her as the three men had. She curled back into his chest and enjoyed the last bit of his calming scent while she could.

—

Once inside, Macan carried her to the white couch. She tried to stand up.

“It will get dirty,” she said.

“Sit!” he ordered firmly, his voice annoyed.

Who the hell cares about the couch right now?

He grabbed the ends of the shirt, stained a clear red, and frowned.

“It’s strawberry juice…” she explained, her voice hoarse and small.

He sighed in relief and put her bad knee on his lap, examining it. It looked bad.

I could leave it like this… but she could get an infection.

There was still much he had planned with her, and if he wanted revenge, she would have to be alive and well.

Macan went to the kitchen, took out the bowl of yoghurt with healing properties, and berries he had prepared beforehand just in case, along with some water and anti-bacterial spray. He came back and put the bowl in her hands, the water and spray on the little table in front of her as he sat down.

She chugged down the water in one go and began eating quietly. Her eyes moved apologetically, darting to and away from him, checking his expression. He returned his attention to her wound, frowning.

Kedi shrieked in pain as he roughly picked a small stone off its surface, a tear dropping past her cheek, her leg suddenly trembling. She tensed as he placed his hand under her knee to hold it up, and turned her head away, eyes scrunched.

She was afraid he would do it again but did not even have the courage to tell him to not touch it. His heart suddenly ached, seeing her this broken and in pain.

She is not innocent, Macan. Get it together, he told himself.

He took the spray from the table.

“It’s going to sting,” he warned, holding it close.

She nodded and tensed her leg as he sprayed it. The medicine burned the open wound and Kedi hissed, shivering as the alcohol killed the bacteria.

She is such a baby, he complained to himself.

He began blowing air on her knee and she slowly relaxed her muscles, occasionally twitching. The spray had dried by the time she finished her food and Macan lifted her up again, leading them to the bedroom upstairs.

She was drowsy from the healing medicine as her body used all its energy. He sat her at the end of the bed and she lifted her hands mindlessly as he pulled her free from the shirt. Her body was covered in little cuts and scrapes here and there from the forest.

Macan went to the bathroom and returned with a cream. She needed a shower but he had to wait for the medicine to do its work first. He wiped away the dirt with a clean cloth for now to apply the cream wherever he could find a cut.

He returned his attention to her knee and wiped the little stream of blood carefully off her skin. He squirted a big dollop of the medicine on his finger, being careful to not touch the wound directly as he slowly applied it while she hissed. He put gauze and a bandage over her knee, the leg trembling.

Her eyes were slowly closing and Macan lifted her up so she could test the knee. She held onto his arms and looked up, her face expressionless from exhaustion.

“Bed… please…” she managed to get out weakly.

Macan agreed. She needed to sleep and so did he. It was five in the morning. He had barely slept yesterday and was tired.

He lifted her up and put her in bed, climbing in after her and draping the warm blanket over them. He pulled her forward against his chest, feeling the need to hold her and she snuggled in without protest.

A snap of his fingers closed the curtains and turned off the lights, the simple gesture entered into the system as the signal for bedtime. He finally relaxed and sighed in relief for having her back, before drifting off to sleep.

***

Kedi woke up feeling rested but tense despite the heavenly bed. The cool blanket brushed on her naked skin as she shifted in bed and sighed in delight, feeling refreshed. She looked to her side, feeling empty, and saw that Macan was not there. It was early evening already.

Her body ached incredibly, her upper arms sore and almost completely bruised from the hard grip of the elephant. The muscles of her arms were throbbing, tensing as she carefully sat up.

There was a glass of water with a straw and two pills on a small table next to her, slightly higher than the mattress. She took the water, savouring the feeling of water flowing down her sore throat, but left the pills.

He may have saved me from those nasty men, but I still don’t trust him that much.

She checked the bandage on her knee and saw it had been removed. The wound was almost completely healed, just bruised. Surprisingly, the scratches around her body had healed too. She remembered Macan putting some kind of cream on them.

It must be special since it healed the wounds so quickly.

She heard footsteps, and sat up, clinging to the blanket. Macan came in with a tray and she sighed in relief. He put the tray of chicken soup in front of her on the table, the steam dancing in swirls as her stomach growled. She leaned in and took a big whiff, closing her eyes. The smell was exquisite.

She opened her eyes to see Macan staring. She wanted to explain herself for what had happened.

“I-”

“Shh. Eat first and then talk,” he ordered.

Kedi complied and nodded. She eagerly reached out to take the bowl of soup and shrieked in pain as her muscles tensed up in incredible pain.

Macan sighed, took the spoon, scooped up some broth, and blew on it before feeding her. She accepted gladly, the delicious hearty broth soothing her starved body.

He fed it to her slowly, at her pace, giving her pieces of bread in between and wiping her mouth. She could not help but feel thankful, his gestures so gentle and caring.

She finished the meal and he poured her a glass of water and urged her to take the pills he had left. She did not argue and took them.

—

Macan stood up and headed to the bathroom, checking the water in the tub to test its temperature. It was quite hot as the medicine he had put in the water needed that heat to heal and loosen her muscles.

The Sirenia had crushed her muscles and they were deteriorating. She had probably pulled a few too besides the condition of her arms. In their state, they would hinder him. He had to heal her arms so she could at least function.

I don’t want to keep feeding and bathing her. I have better things to do.

He went back to get her and did not give her the chance to walk, carrying her in his arms to the shower to wash off the remaining dirt first. She covered her breasts and mound, looking away, still not used to him seeing her naked. He lowered her into the shower and took a step back.

Her body was coloured painfully. He frowned, seeing his prize marked by someone other than him. Her upper arms were bruised horribly, the wound on her knee now just a blue pool.

He saw the fingerprints etched on her throat and went rigid, fury boiling in him again as a sudden ache went through his heart.

How could they do this to her?!

Macan knew she was the Ond Molai but they had not known her. They had done this to a clearly lost, helpless little girl. He recalled her state, how scared she must have been.

His fury grew the more he looked at her innocent face, pure as the driven snow. He did not know if the anger was towards them for doing this to her, himself for letting it happen or Kedi for being so weak.

He did know one thing he was furious about: her escaping.

He took off his shirt and stepped in before closing the glass door. Standing so close, he realised just how tiny she was. Her head came up to around his chest, barely even reaching his shoulders. Her body was almost half his size.

He turned on the showerhead and wet her hair, before grabbing a bottle of shampoo and starting to wash her hair. She stood still with her eyes closed but he noticed her wince when he applied some pressure. He tried to be gentler and she calmed. He scoffed, feeling her satisfaction.

Don’t get used to it, princess.

The fluffy cloud turned into a grey colour before he rinsed it out and repeated a second time. Her hair, now clean and wet, came down to her hips, stretched out like waves of silk.

She was covered in dirt. Macan took the loofah he had set aside and rubbed a bar of soap to create bubbles, eying her. He gathered her wet hair, making a ponytail in his fist and bent her head, the top leaning against his chest as she faced the ground.

He began at her neck, then lowered himself to wash her back, in thorough circles, till he got to her soft cheeks. Once down there, he leaned over, scrubbing the dirt off her creamy skin as she tensed under him.

She has a great ass.

Once he was satisfied, he straightened her gently before letting her hair go. Her hair fell around her captivating face, like drapes made of silk along her voluptuous body. Fucking beautiful.

He began again at her drawn in shoulders and grabbed the arm covering her mound but she did not budge. He gave it a little tug, leaning in to not lift it and she yielded, closing her legs tight.

He washed her arm, making sure to be gentle over the bruise, and let her take it back, exchanging it with the other as she covered her breast again. He got to her collarbone next.

“Put your arms down,” he commanded.

Kedi shook her head, staring at the ground.

“Put them down or I’ll fucking make you,” he said, raising his voice.

She believed him. Slowly, she moved her arms away and clasped her hands in fists, pinning them to her sides.

Macan began washing her breasts with soap. She shivered from the cold, goosebumps rising on her skin as her hair stood up. She was dead quiet. He grazed the rough loofah against her nipples, craving her sound.

Her breathing got deeper, nipples swelling dusky red, and he washed her stomach before returning to her breasts, watching those arousing reactions he adored. He grazed the loofah teasingly, quicker this time, and she let out a small sound.

He wanted to see more of that. He gathered her hair in his fist again, making a ponytail, and pulled down gently to make her look up to him, her neck completely extended. Her face was pink, cheeks redder than ever, the steam forming a glistening sheen on her skin.

He felt his lower belly tingling, the soapy water running down her front taunting him, her creamy breasts full and high. She looked deep into his eyes, her lips gaped and breathing in deep. He wanted to kiss her.

Hahh… Sweet little temptress, he smiled to himself.

He leaned in to taste her delicious lips, raising her on her tiptoes, and kissed her slowly, savouring it. He had missed his toy, her scent, her warmth, and everything else. She felt so good under his hands, so soft, like she was crafted for him.

He let the loofah fall to the ground and switched to his hands, reaching down and gliding over her rose petals. She was slick and it sent another jolt to his lower belly, his pants straining painfully. Suddenly, the anger awoke in him.

“Did he touch you here?” he asked, his voice low as he slowly stroked her slit.

“No,” she replied softly, her eyes chained to his.

He circled the opening of her tight channel and pushed in slightly. She jerked.

“Here?”

“No.”

He put his thumb on her clit and began stroking her little nub.

“What about here?”

She shivered, hot breath escaping her mouth in little sighs.

“Mh… no,” she arched, squirming.

He sighed in relief and let go, trying to calm down to not scare her. He hooked a hand under her knee and lifted the leg to wash it, and then repeated with her other leg. He rinsed her body completely and stepped out of the shower, leading her to the front of the large tub.

Macan stripped further, pulling down his jeans and boxers. His arousal was apparent. Kedi looked away, fists tight and tense at her side. She was trying hard to not cover herself.

He grabbed her hands and slowly led her into the tub, letting her hang onto his strength as he followed her in. She hissed as she slowly entered the hot water. He let her get used to the temperature, the water now above her knees, then slowly lowered her until they were submerged.

He sat her on his leg and started massaging her tense muscles and arms, rubbing slow circles on her pained purple skin. It would heal her completely. She started relaxing and loosening up as the medicine did its work, her tiny hand on his chest, her head leaning onto it.

—

Macan’s chest was comforting, his scent calming as always, which was the opposite of what she felt towards him. It was confusing to say the least but she did not hate his hands stroking every part of her aching body.

He massaged her bruises patiently while they slowly faded, soothing her neck where the giraffe had choked her, her arms where the elephant had nearly crushed them, and her knee from the monkey’s assault. The soreness slowly faded as well.

His hands were still roaming over her but she did not have any strength to oppose. She was feeling drowsy but also glad the medicine made her so. She did not know how she would have reacted to him being so close with her mind fully up and running.

If I was wide awake and had even one drop of energy, I would not have let him touch me. I would have fought him…

She had to be on her best behaviour from now on. He would punish her eventually. She had to think of a plan but could not think straight from the drugs and steaming water making her weak.

His naked torso pressed against hers and muscled strong arms wrapped around her occupied her mind. His erection still in eyesight, she blushed, keeping her eyes busy elsewhere.

Although it was embarrassing to admit, she could not deny how undeniably handsome and sexy he was. His body was shaped like a Greek god, and she hated it, hated every little fraction of attraction she felt towards him.

Perhaps in different circumstances she would have liked this moment.

—

The bruises on her body disappeared after a while, body healed completely and Macan remembered the Sirenia holding her head tightly. She had winced when he washed her hair.

Her head must hurt too.

He frowned, looking down at her.

Why not? He sighed to himself.

He scooped some water and patted her head down to wet it with the medicine. He shifted her so she faced him with her legs folded over his thighs, her shins barely touching the tub.

He wet his fingertips and placed them on her scalp, massaging in firm, slow circles. She closed her eyes and goosebumps rose on her skin as she melted in his hands, the massaging along with the medicine making her weak.

She was enjoying the unintended massage and it did not take long before she began purring softly. She opened her eyes drowsily and stared at him, blinking slowly, obviously tired.

She leaned in slowly, hands on his chest as she slowly lifted herself up and kissed him, softly nibbling on his lower lip. Macan froze momentarily, not knowing what to think. He nudged her away by the shoulders, his eyes questioning. Something made him uneasy.

Is she trying to seduce me?

“No,” he said firmly. “You do not get to do that.”

“I wanted to please you.”

“Why?”

“You’re angry with me…”

“Don’t you fucking dare try to fool me!” he roared, raising his voice in fury.

Macan stood and stepped out of the tub, quickly drying himself and pulling his pants back on. Kedi rolled into a ball, arms wrapped tightly around her legs, and teared up. A few of those tears fell, streaming down her cheeks. She looked pathetic.