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There is this overwhelming feeling of comfort when you step into the grounds of your own wagons. It could be after a long trip, Battle, Raids, or as in my case, a long day of working, meeting patients, I went out and cut a bosk, older, she not longer gave milk and no longer gave calves. I thanked the Sky for such offerings, and put her down, having the girls work on the bulk, with a few of the younger daughters of patients that were willing to learn how to cut meat and get every part ready for drying, boiling, and trading. I was making sure there would be enough meat for trading for treated leather for clothing for me and the girls. The hide would be fitting for boots and jackets. The rest would be dried for jerky, bones for trading, hooves for boiling, and every part would bring in goods I needed to get ready for the move, which was not even being spoken of pending future, but I will be honest, my time is between patrol, patients, maintaining my herds of bosk and verr, and wagons. I didn't have time to work on rope, leather, or anything stable like that. I only did minor repairs on my wagons, the rest I traded out for. My girls were very good at making what I needed, but would let me know what was needed when it was low, or needed to be replaced. The bulk of such was placed on Tasha to keep all the wagons going and my two storage wagons in order. I had seven wagons total. Tori was either with me, or with patients. One of the reasons I am thinking of adding another slave to two. Probably the first time in a long time I thought about a mate. What woman would want to come into this? Busy mate. I think one of the major reasons I really thought of another. My ahn long mating no counted in that fact. I was home, about to head towards my wagon, forget about a meal having that fast forgotten the reason why I was coming straight home to begin with. It was a quick reminder seeing the slender outline of a very redheaded slave asleep on my steps. She looked so peaceful there. The soft part of her lips as she would take a deep breath in her dreams amused me. It was a nice bit of body, her skin intrigued me. For some reason, I thought of splatters of blood. Dried and smooth across leather like dotted stain designs. All over her body, I wanted to touch them, I wondered if I got close enough, would I see them move? I crouched in front of her, just watching her breath. The fine outline of her lips. The color of her hair against its frame of her face. It made it more appealing when she woke up startled, screaming. My girls were very amused, hearing something about it was the first time they have seen me make a girl scream with just a gaze. Making sure she was able to get herself together, she continued to amuse me. I noticed the lack of brand, the ring of bells that chimed in soft background of her scream.

Fresh meat.

I walked to the fires to eat. I needed to say nothing, my girls knew what I wanted, what to bring, how to bring it. Both made sure to be seen, waiting for any beckon or wants for me. Right now, my eyes were on the girl that followed carefully. Her eyes told of wanting to say something. Of needing to. I liked making her wait. If one watches the actions of one waiting long enough, you can almost see and hear the beat of the heart against the chest. I finally allowed her to show me what she brought. Very nice gifts from the Ubar and his woman for the care of Cana. I would examine them in greater detail later. Right now, to me, this girl, was a gift also. I liked the noises she made when I touched her. I finally allowed her to tell me what she wanted to know. Her words...as amusing at they were, seemed to feed into that restlessness. It caused me to really notice its feeling. It forced me to. I no longer saw her, heard her, I felt her warmth, and tasted the flow of blood that was rushing across her pulse. All I could do was stand up, take a handful of red locks, and drag her ass with me, to my..work wagon. It was back behind my storage wagons. Very rare I take a slave that wasn't my own back here, to entertain me. My girls loved it. Begged for it. Dropping her to the ground, I looked around it, lighting the candles. I have not used it in sometime. It was still clean and ready for me. The girls made sure of it. It was designed for both of my skilled......trades. For me to stay keen and knowledgeable. There are times, though it has been awhile, when I purchase or am given a slave for just that deed. Warriors bring me girls found unworthy to work on my cuts and examine the body with. Most, are left to be tossed to the sleens when I am finished. Tori had no issues cleaning up after me. It would help in many things. How much blood can be lost while repairing different injuries before death. It was really better on slave girls cause they were smaller, and had less muscle then Warriors. So I would know the short time and be able to do so with someone who might have more of an allowance. There are times when I want to see, what organs I can repair, which there is no hope for.

Tonight was not for that. It was for the other. The desire for me to see suffering. To feel its pain sweated through flesh. A body to plead, and my enjoyment to give nothing, but take everything. I Wish To Take. I found myself locked in a deep fantasy of mine. The way I welcomed my own girls to my wagon. To take a Dwellers Freewoman and see her ripped from the core of flesh and birth of pure passionate woman wanting, begging, desiring to be found, worthy. Its that moment you can taste like you ripped the flesh and drank away that cold essence with your own lips. I enjoyed every ihn myself. I tasted her, I felt her, change. Once she was pleading, trembling, wet in a slaves need, I was done. I lost interest. She was not mine, I would not give anything else. I won't deny my own thought of waiting until she was snaked at my feet begging, to fuck her like the whore that was just birthed. Perhaps one day in the near future. Perhaps.

She gave just a lustful calm to my restlessness. It was still hungry but for something now, that knew my every want. I walked to my wagons, letting my girls taste the virginal flavor from my mouth. I told them once I was, as a whole, body and mind, sated, to release the girl, then send her home in the morning. Slept well. I guess the core was still thinking. I saw blood, running up a stone wall. I looked over where I stood, as I dreamed, and it was I, walking through the great gates of Turia.