Hot Blooded Obsession

Chapter 3: Release

I cant believe this… just when I finally secured enough money to finally leave that horrible place and go in search of that necromancer to help get back home, this large dumbass kidnaps me. I can only move my eyes, everything else on my body is completely unmoving, I cant even speak! Where the hell is he taking me anyway?! If he thinks he can have his way with me, he is sadly mistaken. I’ll jam a dagger between his legs before he tries! Khoriq or not!

His large veiny arm grips me securely as we galloped along the dark cobblestone road. “I am sorry for paralyzing you but you were acting erratic. Do not worry, I will not take you in this state." "Though I hunger for your touch, even now strange one.” He said close to my ear, close breath at my neck. Don’t you dare! I seethed In my mind. Before he tries to kiss my neck his head jerks up, eyes look far off in the distance. I flick my eyes ahead, but I do not see what he sees. It's too foggy and dark.

“Nightweavers.” He rumbles lowly. N-nightweavers! Oh no! Let's go back to the Kingdom! He grips the reins to go off the main road and slowly going through the deep forest going around and looking for a better way. I finally see them: large thorn-covered spiders that shoot venomous fluids and create large webs high up in the trees to trap large birds and other prey. They sleep during the day but are active at night. We are unnoticed, until one turns suddenly and launches in the air about to pounce, when his eyes change into multiple colors again and the spider slumps and falls down at the scared horse's feet. “Calm, Flint” He soothes towards his horse. He gets down while holding me steady and carries me, then places me on the ground carefully.

Then he tears the spider apart effortlessly with a sickening wet tearing, a shriek escaping from Nightweavers mouth. I watch as he bounds the limbs onto his stead, leaving the main body on the ground. He picks me up again and we both mount the horse once more. Heading off farther into the forest, to finally come up into a small wooden cabin, a small patch of turned soil showing small sprouts of potato and cabbage, a horse's water basin for drinking and a post with a thick mound of wheat. Along with a small adjoining stable.

This must be his home. He is not too far from this Kingdom. After securing his steed, he takes me off the horse and carries me inside and lays me down on the bed. Then bind my hands to a post before leaving again. This bastard! I look around, his humble abode. Very plain, curtains cover his windows, a bed, table and chair and some other things. A chest with weapons, the attic is exposed and shows a ladder going up to a platform of crates and a bird's nest on one corner.

His door is wide open as he starts a fire, securing the spider's legs on spit and cooking it. The thorns fall off as it scorches and the legs change into a red hue. The smell is surprisingly good. I feel like drool escapes my mouth as I watch him grab a chunk, and he takes a piece, eating quietly and staring at me. I see him grip his aching pronounced erection, face frustrated. “Quiet you.” He grumbles. “I will not take her this way, she is no s*x slave.” He says angrily.

My eyes feel heavy all of a sudden, forcing to close, but I try hard to stay awake. NO! I can't fall asleep still with this beast! I need to figure out how to escape. I cant fall asleep! I moan as I see darkness take me.

Several hours later…

A groan escaped me as I woke, only to see Kael next to me. My eyes flew open, and I clamped my mouth shut, silently cursing for fear of waking him. I study him more closely now. He was handsome, his skin unexpectedly smooth for a mercenary, especially given how fast he'd healed from my scratches. I noted his strong nose, sharp jawline, sensual lips, and thick lashes beneath his black hair. My gaze dropped to his hand, resting on my breast and gently squeezing, yet his faint drool confirmed he was still asleep. With a subtle shift, my wrists still tied, I swiftly drove my knee upward between his legs.

"ACK!" A loud grunt escaped him as his eyes flew open, his grey-green irises watering. He doubled over, sprawling from the bed. "Ah," he groaned, still on the floor, writhing in agony. A low, guttural growl, barely audible, rumbled through the air.

"s**t," I whispered.

He slowly got to his feet, clutching himself protectively. "That hurt!" he snarled, his face contorted in pain.

"So, Khoriqs' do have a weakness," I remarked, a hint of satisfaction in my voice.

He shot me an angry look, still massaging himself as he slowly moved to a nearby chair. "Why did you do that!" he demanded, his hand never leaving the spot.

"You touched me!" "You don't get to without my permission," I retorted fiercely.

"I didn't!" he snapped, frustrated. "I just lay beside you; we didn't touch!" he growled.

"You grabbed my breast!" I shot back.

He kept stroking himself through his pants, his gaze now fixed on me, eyes dropping, mouth slightly open. I suddenly noticed my robe was gaping, my breast exposed. "I... I didn't realize..." "I was... asleep," he murmured, captivated by my chest.

"What... what are you doing?" I questioned, watching him. He leaned back, releasing himself. His monstrous c**k sprang upright, veins throbbing as he began to pump.

"What I paid for!" he grunted heavily.

"Stop that! Fix my robe!" "Take these ropes off now!" I yelled.

"You'll try to escape," he strained, standing now and pumping even faster.

"What is wrong with you?!" I demanded.

"ARGH!" he roared in frustration. "I'm frustrated, I need release! Quiet! While I finish this quickly."

"Pathetic," I scoffed, and he growled. "If you had acted like a normal person, I could have helped you. That's what I do; I help people with their frustrations or impotence. You're clearly not impotent, but you obviously need some help in the s*x department."

His movements accelerated, his gaze fixed on my face and then my exposed breast. An idea hit me. "If you... remove these restraints..." "I can provide a service... one that will truly satisfy you, mighty warrior," I offered, my voice laced with allure. I'd trick this brute and be free.

"No female, human or otherwise, has ever satisfied me," he grunted, still pushing himself, but without success, not even a drop of precum.

"You need my help?" "Isn't that why you hired me?" I pressed.

His eyes narrowed. "Yes," he conceded in a low voice.

"Then let me help," I coaxed.

He ceased his frantic movements and approached, bending to release my bound wrists. "No escaping or any trickery, woman!" he growled, his erection mere inches from my face.

"Of course, mighty warrior," I purred, eager to earn his trust.

With my wrists finally free, I instinctively moved to cover myself, acutely aware of his lustful gaze. "I need to collect a few items. I'll remain close to the cabin; you're welcome to follow if you don't trust me," I offered. He paused, considering my words.

"Go, I'll catch you before you try to leave anyway," he said with a wave of his hand, still aroused. I walked off, rolling my eyes. I looked around for a small pouch to gather my herbs. "There!" I exclaimed, finding one on a table. I peered inside, noticing tools for gathering herbs: small glass bottles, cutting tools, and tiny fabric pieces.

"Mind if I borrow your tools?" I asked him.

"Take it." "It's a souvenir from a kill," he replied. I looked at it and swallowed hard. Right, he's a mercenary. I quickly headed outside, searching for the right ingredients to help my dumb, stupid abductor. He had no idea I would do the exact same thing he did to me—paralyze him. But instead of losing his ability to move for a night, he would lose it for a week! Enough time to escape!

As I gathered the herbs, I ventured deeper into the woods surrounding his cabin, casting a quick glance over my shoulder—he wasn't behind me, thankfully. Following a narrow dirt path, I squinted into the distance. A small cave, hmm. It might not be empty, I considered nervously. Cautiously, I peered inside. "Gloomcoil vine!" I whispered with delight. This is the very plant Throg uses to stun his targets. The stems will paralyze him, but the berries hold a much more potent punch, I mused, a grim satisfaction settling in.

Wrapping a cloth around my hand, I carefully plucked the vine and secured it in my pouch, along with other necessities, like a small jar of honey for flavor. Rage simmered within me. I'd been swindled out of a substantial sum, endured that squalid brothel, and lingered in this Kingdom far too long, tending to countless men and women with their intimate frustrations or ailments. All of it was meant to fund my search for the rumored necromancer, whose hushed whispers promised answers to my quest.

I'm trapped in this accursed realm with these peculiar abilities, and I desperately need to return home. My memories are mere fragments, and they continue to blur. Time is slipping away!

What else can I add to make him truly feel my fury? Five hundred coins simply vanished! I seethed, my eyes darting around. Ah… the final touch… Wretchwort-Wretch’s Sting! I confirmed, noting the suitable environment. I got down on my hands and knees, searching. These plants were elusive, appearing utterly unremarkable save for their tell-tale red stems. Touching them was harmless, but consuming them promised agonizing pain, violent sickness, and a full day of suffering before relief.

Herbs finally in hand, I returned. He was on the bed, arms propped behind his head, humming softly, eyes closed. As I entered, he stopped, his gaze snapping open to follow me. I offered him a quick, small smile before heading to the mortar and pestle. He has these tools? Is he an apothecary? He'll recognize what I'm doing, a wave of worry washed over me.

"This is a nice place." "Do you dabble in herb gathering or potion making?" I asked, feigning casual interest, probing for any sign he suspected my true intentions.

"No, I'm a mercenary. I killed the herbalist who lived here, a part of a past mission." "This is his home... was," he stated, his eyes fixed on me, arms still behind his head.

"Why him?" I managed to ask, grinding the herbs.

"For coin, what else?" he stated flatly.

I let out a slow breath. Why was he hired to kill him? I mused grimly.

"He poisoned a prominent figure in the neighboring Kingdom. His associates paid me to eliminate him."

"I see," I murmured. Perfect. I'm next if this doesn't work. "Would you mind heating a pot of boiling water?"

I politely asked him. He slowly stood, then advanced on me. I quickly turned, backing up in alarm. "W-wait!" I gasped. He leaned in, his arms caging me against the counter, his piercing eyes locking onto mine, inches away.

"This isn't what I expected when I took you." "How long will this be?" he demanded.

"Once the water boils, you'll experience exquisite pleasure!" "I'll deliver precisely what you've been craving," I murmured, my gaze lost in the mesmerizing depths of his eyes—a detail I hadn't truly noticed before. He flickered his gaze from my lips to my eyes.

"Be swift," he rasped, his warm breath fanning my face. "Fail to deliver, and I'll take you by force, roughly, my strange erotic one." He then stepped back, heading outside to ignite a fire and heat a tin pot of water.

I finally drew a shaky breath, realizing I'd been holding it. I must act quickly, or my life is forfeit!