He saved her confused hope when she'd only been on her knees, but further burned her dismay into his memory when she was made to bow lower. It was excruciating, but he took his time, watching he face drop toward the bowl, and held her eyes almost as a courtesy to her defiance, like he was humoring her while she was made to do exactly what his strength dictated. He meant it to some degree, when he petted her hair and her pretty tongue came out to try the food. A mischievous impulse had him dip her lower, and touch her lips to the sauce too.<br/><br/>Soon he'd gathered enough strands to keep her hair out of the way. It gave him a good handle at the back of her head too, squeezing the tail of red to easily steer her head. It let his other hand roam her back, and with his advantage in reach compared to her comparatively lacking frame, he was able to reach her butt with no trouble, looming over her while he kept her mouth busy. It was the way any owner should condition their companion pet, with association. Every moment could be a teaching opportunity.<br/><br/>Then two fingers slid between those lower cheeks of hers, and were putting pressure on her sex in rhythm with which she used her tongue. He was exploring what he'd started acquaintance with before, in front of the hollering men. The limb underneath the bowl was stirring again, with her head so close to it, and his touch staying on such a charged place between her thighs. He opened those digits, and easily did the same with her folds. It would be an easy way to try out her sensitivity, he could find and file her smallest motions, and use her preferences against her later.<br/><br/>He wondered if her mind was everywhere at once, being forced to lap and eat, pluck meat with her teeth, while her quim was being tended to so carefully. If she was well confused, he thought it should be alright to slowly let go of her hair tail. He wouldn't give her the opportunity to insult if she meant to, so he only loosened his grip on the tail slowly, gently placing the hair on her back to still keep it away from her face. If she became aware, he'd procure the grip again, but if she was drawn between her bottom and her top and had no concentration left for anything on the way, he'd simply pet her while she had her meal between his legs, and he had his fun between hers.<br/><br/>It was a twisted scene of a girl falling steadily into slavery and forced dependency. But in the glow of the flames that kept the rest of the food warm, the scent of simple forest spices, and the heat, it might have looked sweet, when a full-fledged king over men tended to and discovered his newest toy.