Chapter 167: My Pet [II]
"Yeah, your place as my pet."
Daisy’s black eyes widened after hearing those words.
The pink gems across her scalp burned hotter in a hard, uneven pulse.
For a moment the War Commander presence slammed back into the room at full strength. It was as though Kalon could feel her rage.
"Watch your mouth," she said. Her voice came out aggressively. "I am still the field authority of this campaign, no matter what has happened in the past. I am not a—"
"You are," Kalon cut in. "You’re just angry that it’s true."
Her jaw clenched so tight that her teeth might break. The armour over her chest rose with a tight breath. Whatever sharp reply she had prepared tangled with the memory of the cords, the full nelson, and the way she had finished on her own sheets while the camp outside stayed oblivious. The humiliation sat right behind her eyes. So did the unwilling pull that came with it.
Still, no matter how submissive she was able to act sometimes, she still knew herself.
A submissive woman was one thing... A pet, was a completely different thing.
"You think one night gives you the right to name me such things?" she said.
"I think the way you stopped your attack the second you recognised me gives me the right," Kalon replied. "I think the way your gems are reacting right now gives me the right. And if you still want to pretend otherwise, I’ll prove it."
Daisy shifted her weight. The sword hand twitched again by pure reflex once more.
Kalon did not give her the chance to turn that reflex into a real draw.
Black Sun Corpus answered first.
Darkness pulsed out from his skin in a strong but, controlled wave. It did not smash the room. It did not carve the walls. He sculpted It so that the power only took the armour.
The black plating over Daisy’s shoulders, chest, hips, and thighs disappeared along every contact line as the annihilating dark power swept through it.
Metal, clasps, under-lining... It was all erased in a clean motion that left no shredded scraps, only sudden bare pale skin exposed for all to see.
In less than a second the War Commander stood naked in the centre of her own quarters, wide hips, fat ass, and heavy thighs exposed. Her athletic upper body was unharmed by the power and even carried a faint sheen of sweat that made her skin shine beautifully.
Daisy’s breath caught hard and her cheeks blushed. One arm moved on instinct to cover her small breasts. The other hovered uselessly near where her most sweet and erotic region was.
Kalon raised his other hand.
Ninefold Sunbreaker suddenly ignited.
One golden sun formed, then another, until nine burning spheres orbiting his position lit the private quarters in harsh gold-white. Heat rolled off them in layers. The air near the tent canvas began to dry and tighten. The message was obvious without being subtle.
However, Kalon kept it at a level that made sure not to burn the tent down or be felt by others outside... Yet.
"These will not stay small if I decide otherwise," Kalon said. "I can put this whole tent and half the command line outside on fire before your guards finish opening the door. Then everyone gets to see exactly what their War Commander looks like when she’s stripped and cornered."
The pink gems on Daisy’s scalp stuttered. The combat pressure she had been holding fractured under the combined threat of the darkness that had just erased her armour and the live suns hanging in her own quarters.
Her black eyes flicked from the nearest sun to Kalon’s face and back again. For the first time since he had arrived, pure fear cut cleanly through the anger.
She cowered a half-step back. Her shoulders drew in. The naked line of her body lost its command posture.
"Kneel," Kalon said in a strict tone.
Daisy swallowed hard. Her nerves didn’t allow her to speak.
After a long, shaking second, she went down. Knees to the floor. Naked. Hands uncertain at her sides. The nine suns continued to orbit above them both, painting gold light across her pale skin and the heavy curve of her hips.
"Good." Kalon watched her without moving closer yet. "Hands on the floor. Crawl to me."
A flash of anger crossed her face. It died almost immediately under the heat of the suns and the memory of what resistance had already earned her.
Something deeper inside of her threatened to arise as well. Some sort of enjoyment... but she refused to acknowledge it.
Surely she did not truly enjoy being this man’s pet?!
Daisy put her hands on the floor and crawled the short distance across her own quarters, bare thighs working, breasts hanging under her, pink gems dim with shame and residual fear.
When she reached his boots she stopped, breathing hard through her nose.
"Sit up. Beg."
"I—" The word stuck. She forced it out through clenched teeth. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please... don’t burn the tent. Don’t show them."
"Turn around. Face down, ass up."
She hesitated only a fraction this time before doing it. The position put every private line of her body on display under the harsh light of the orbiting suns. Kalon let her stay there long enough for the humiliation to sink in properly, then gave the next order.
A smile spread across his face as he noticed something. The pink lips of her pussy had fluids trickling from it.
She really is enjoying this... whether she admits it or not.
"Back to kneeling. Look at me."
Daisy pushed back up onto her knees and lifted her black eyes to his face. Whatever War Commander mask she usually wore was cracked through. What sat in its place was a woman who had been stripped, threatened, and walked through obedience tricks in her own locked quarters.
And enjoyed it all.
Kalon dismissed the suns one by one until the room returned to its normal light. The residual heat faded slowly.
"Sit," he said. "On the bed. We’re talking properly now."
Daisy rose on unsteady legs and sat on the edge of the mattress. She made no move to cover herself this time. There was no armour left to put back on, and she seemed to understand that reaching for a sheet without permission would only restart the cycle.
Her hands rested on her thighs. The pink gems glowed at a low, unsteady rate.
Kalon stayed standing.
"Call off the invasion of Veylora," he said.
Daisy stared at him.
"No."
"thar was not a request."
"You do not understand what you are asking. The campaign has been in planning for years. Supply lines. Slave-scout routes through the Berry Hunters. Political clearance from Supreme Leader Poppy herself. Whole divisions are already locked into the timetable. You cannot simply ’call it off’ because you walked into my quarters and—"
"I can," Kalon said. "And you will. Or I escalate."
Daisy’s hands curled against her bare thighs.
"Escalate to what? Killing me? You would remove the field commander and Poppy would appoint another. The invasion does not live or die on my life alone."
"I know. That’s why you’re not the final problem. If you refuse, I stop wasting time on the pet and go straight to the one holding the leash."
Understanding landed behind Daisy’s expression.
"You mean Supreme Leader Poppy."
"I mean the queen tyrant herself," Kalon said. "I’ll visit her directly. I’ll force the order out of her if she can be forced. If she can’t, I’ll kill her and let whatever succession mess follows tear your invasion timetable apart from the top."
Daisy sat very still on the edge of the bed. Naked. Stripped of armour. Still feeling the act of the crawl and the kneel in her muscles.
The fear of the suns had not fully left her body, but now it mixed with the horror of an alien man walking into the head of Cupid’s command structure with the power to erase armour and drop ice and fire on demand.
"You would destabilise an entire empire for one planet of leaf-people," she said quietly.
"I would destabilise an entire empire for the people I’ve already decided to protect," Kalon replied. "Veylora is not your free resource pool. Call off what you can control. Or I go over you."
Silence filled the quarters.
Daisy’s black eyes stayed fixed on him. The pink gems across her scalp pulsed once, hard, then settled into a dimmer glow.
When she finally spoke again, the War Commander tone was quiet.
"Even if I wanted to... a full stop cannot come from me alone. You already know that. You are going to go after Poppy regardless."
"I am," Kalon said. "This was your chance to make it easier. You passed on it. You’re a good pet."
He turned toward the open centre of the room and called up the system for the next travel coordinates.
Behind him, Daisy remained seated on the bed, naked in the aftermath of the erased armour and the tricks she had been forced to perform, staring at the space where he stood.
Then she looked down at her crotch and cursed herself for wishing that it had went on longer.