Drum was different from the others.
Where Yelena constantly clung to me and Katie suffocated me with protection, Drum pretended at first to be distant, aloof. She perched on the roof most evenings, wings stretched to catch the night breeze, her silhouette outlined by the moonlight. To anyone passing, she might have looked like a guardian angel, calm and free.
But I knew better.
The moment she set foot inside, all that distance vanished. The territorial edge in her emerald eyes sharpened, her feathers bristled, and her body pressed uncomfortably close. To her, I wasn't just her master. I wasn't even just a man.
I was hers.
It began with little things.
If the guild receptionist smiled at me when I took a quest slip, Drum's feathers would twitch violently, her talons clicking against the floor until the poor woman looked away. If a villager thanked me for helping with a monster problem, Drum's wings would spread wide, shadowing me as if daring anyone else to even approach.
Every little kindness I offered anyone else, every word, every look—it all became betrayal in her mind.
"You smiled at her," she hissed once, her wings puffing up. "Why?"
"She was just being polite," I tried to explain.
Her feathers rattled, her voice dropping low. "Polite or not, it's mine. Your smiles, your words, your time. All of it belongs to me. No one else."
It wasn't an argument. It was law.
And though she respected my authority in many things… my privacy was not one of them.
That night, I lay in bed, hoping for peace. Yelena and Katie had finally worn themselves out after bickering and gone to their own rooms. For once, I thought I might actually rest alone.
The window creaked.
A shadow glided in on silent wings.
Drum landed gracefully beside me, her feathers glowing faintly in the moonlight. She said nothing, simply slid onto the bed, her wings folding around me like a great feathery cocoon.
Her scent hit me immediately—sweet and sharp, like rain before a storm. Her soft plumage pressed against my skin, warm and suffocating. My head was drawn into her chest, enveloped by the heavy weight of her breasts. They were so soft, so pliant, sinking around my face until I could barely breathe.
"Master," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "Stay still. Stay with me."
At first, I let her hold me. Her warmth was… comfortable. Her feathers, pillowy and silky, brushed across my arms and chest like a blanket spun from clouds.
But when I shifted to slide out, her taloned feet pressed firmly against my shoulders, pinning me down with surprising strength.
"You're not leaving."
"Drum, I—"
Before I could finish, she swung her hips forward.
Her plump rear dropped squarely onto my face.
The world went dark.
Her soft, rounded ass smothered me completely, her thick thighs closing around my head like a vise. Every movement of her hips ground her warm flesh against me, her feathers brushing my hair as if mocking my struggles.
"Mmm…" she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "There. Perfect. You fit so well under me."
I muffled a protest, but she only pressed harder, her thighs squeezing tighter, her feathers brushing across my chest.
"You're being a naughty Master," she teased, looking back over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "Trying to run away from cuddle time? Trying to deny me?"
Her ass rubbed firmly against me, her plump cheeks grinding, her warmth flooding my senses. My hands instinctively went to her hips to push her off—
And sank deep into her flesh.
Her butt was impossibly soft, my fingers disappearing into the thick, yielding curves. Her thighs flexed around me, silky but strong, refusing to let me go.
"Ahh—!" Drum's cry filled the room, her wings spreading wide, trembling. "Master… you're grabbing me… touching me there…"
I froze, but she moaned louder, her body trembling atop mine.
"Yes… more. Touch me more. Don't stop."
I tried to push, but the more I struggled, the deeper my fingers pressed into her ass and thighs, squeezing her soft flesh. Her body reacted violently—her breathing quickened, her back arched, her thighs quivered around my head.
"I love it," she panted, her voice breaking. "I love when you touch me. I love you, Master. All of you. Every part. And I'll never let anyone else have you!"
Her voice cracked into a sob, raw and desperate.
"You wouldn't… you wouldn't leave me for another, would you? Tell me you wouldn't!"
I tried to speak, but my voice was smothered by the weight of her ass grinding against my face.
Her eyes narrowed, fierce and wild. "If you even think of leaving… if you even look at another woman the way you look at me, I'll kill her. I'll tear her wings, her arms, her throat—I don't care who she is. Yelena, Katie, a villager, anyone. I'll destroy them before I let them take you away."
Her thighs clamped tighter around my head, her warmth swallowing me whole.
"Because you belong to me. You belong to us—but mostly me. Forever."
I shoved harder, trying to free myself. My palms pressed against her ass, my fingers squeezing her plump flesh desperately.
She screamed with delight, collapsing forward as her feathers wrapped tighter around me.
"Master! You're touching me so much… you can't deny it… you love my body!"
Her thighs shook violently as she moaned, her breath hot and ragged. "Say it—say you'll stay with me forever! Say I'm the only one you'll ever need!"
Pinned beneath her, smothered by her wings, her ass, her thighs, her overwhelming presence—I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
And yet, her body trembled with such desperate, terrifying love that I knew resistance only fueled her more.
Because this was Drum.
Beautiful, wild, and utterly insane.
And now, I was her prisoner.
Her "naughty master."