THE OGRE

Ryiotyo (first) Daclean (last)

The stalker;

His master,

His mate,

His woman and the female that will bear his young and make him a full being, the other missing part of himself.

Her scent had captured him, for so long chasing it and there she was before Ryiotyo's eyes; on top of a roof smiling, with abandoned glee on her face. As a human male fell to his death, then placing her mask back in place looking of both innocence and indifference. Walking away like nothing happened to perfection.

Waiting, hunting, begging, pleading ...it was so long.

That Ryiotyo had no choice but to follow her like a dog being dragged on a leash by its owner. He happily followed behind her.

Become something that normally won't be done by him, why should he?

An ogre who was more humanlike than his own kind but too cruel to care for them as a whole was cast out, because of such; one horn, smaller, slower, yet too calculating, too ruthless.

Ryiotyo clenched his fists, looking down then released them the mark tattooed on his side, the taste of her on his lips and the feel of her tight sheath clenching around him was proof that it was not a dream that he Ryiotyo Daclean had claimed his woman!

"Ah hello husbands, is it legal to have two husbands? Or am I married to this guy since we f*cked and I marked him?"

Her words made no sense... Saying one thing and contradicting the other, but this was how she was as crass as ever, clueless even stupid.

Yet unconsciously drawing him closer...no different from the foolish fly to the spider's beautifully spun web.

She stood, toned to perfection with curves every woman should have; pert breast, round hips, powerful legs both long and lean.

Ryiotyo was getting hard from only watching her the need to have her once again almost overwhelming him, but the memory of her bleeding when he had cleaned her yesterday... He lost interest, she was still mostly human and so not to break her he needed to be more careful.

In most cases among the humans they had one male or female, though some countries allowed multiple wives/husbands.

As compared; to most mythical beings who selected few shared mates, males or females depending on if he was an alpha king, lord, emperor.. Ryiotyo kept silent her first husband would have the say. To tell the truth, the male was hard to read, but it was obvious he was not a human. He would have probably died a long time ago anyway if he was not.

"We can discuss this when you are in dressed,"

The male said, and she looked at him watching from the side Ryiotyo did not feel an ounce of jealousy at this look because he had already sat and discussed the matter with this male reaching a satisfactory conclusion.

Satrya needed protecting, and another in the mix was good to ensure her continual safety.

"Why not now with him, you wanted us to stay together but I see no need, we have no chemistry,"

Satrya told the male plainly.

"I told you I will never let you go,"

The male growled. For a moment the room seemed to heat, but when Satrya seemed to look uncomfortable, it returned almost immediately to normal. After a while she spoke in a dissatisfied tone.

"You know more about me, more than anyone else. Why do you hide it? I am not scary... I think, I have abided by the rules,"

"You have but... just let's go home the wolf was howling for you when you didn't show up,"

"He is a puppy, my sweet little boy, not a wolf,"

Ryiotyo walked past her and cleared the dishes, placing them in the machine to be washed once they had been rinsed. Ryiotyo went to the bathroom and made sure it was clean as well, wiping it down again just to be extra safe, placing the products in order before deciding not to return, therefore leaving them alone in the room to sort out their issues.

His home was quite large, no it was massive eighty-five acres of land Ryiotyo had prepared himself for space where he could torture, maim, hunt and kill his prey calling them enemies would mean he acknowledged them as someone worthy.

It was laughable the only ones he acknowledged as out of now were here, that man and his partner.

Walking the long hallway which gave off an outdoor feeling but was enclosed in transparent glass able to tint to pitch black when necessary, something she had liked; metal here and there and polished with some fallen trees, each room had a season winter, summer, spring, autumn, the colours and the decoration, each covering an acre of the land, the house itself cover ten acres of the land without going another level with a total of sixty rooms, dotted with ten small cottages consisting of two to six bedrooms, stables for the horses and forest area that stretched across twenty acres of land, a large flat green field, four lakes a few scattered caves and a spring. This home was made for her by the males for the harem and the young she birthed (ah, bruh, you took stalker to a next level). Really, the land was just there before he used it, finding all her likes and dislikes. If he wanted a small community here, he could have it. But the main wing was solely for those she wanted near.

Soon though it will have maids, a butler, people to oversee the land and animals as he attends to her, Ryiotyo will no longer bother.

They to would not be human swearing loyalty to only her.

Ryiotyo smiled, brushing waist length red hair back.

He will become worthy Ryiotyo was positive the dragon had made himself strong enough. They both had their own goals the dragon thought had difficulty, claiming her would be dangerous, and without those powerful enough to surround her and protect all young birth she would never survive.

Ryiotyo had tried to kill the dragon, but it was a failure he just never fully died instead he would just have to take his fury out on the gagged and tied female he had hidden.

What stupid woman would think that spitting in her food was the right thing was a puzzle, it was instant death if the mutt knew, a snack for the dragon and her husband, he would twist her like he was drying a wet rag. But him, the most perfect thing ever is that he gets to watch her struggle scream beg as he chases her and rip her apart then feed her parts to the crocodiles.

With a smirk, Ryiotyo wiped my hands and placed the towel on the rack, before picking up the phone and dialing.

"Why?"