NT veRse - Anayub 2 - Betrothed

Ceirel fussed over Neil as they prepared to meet his bride. The Anayub looked incredibly worried for his friend.
“I do not know why you went along with this, but we are here now. You need to be very careful.”

“It seems like it's mostly fine. Be polite and meek and they will act a little overbearing but-”

Ceirel pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “My sister in law is the the Commandant of our cities army.”

“My cousin is a General in Trysk, too.” Neil shrugged.

“You do not seem to understand. My wife is a very kind and benevolent and beautiful woman who treats me kinds and tolerates you for what you are. Her sister is far more eccentric. Being in command of the men who protect us, she is very, very focused on social conditioning and training. You need to...” He took a breath.
“It is too late to back out. You just need to do your best.”

“But I feel as though I can if I choose?”

“If you choose...” There was a lot of weight behind those words, Neil felt. His friend looked sad.
“She is... Different.”

“I am fine complying to whatever she asks if it means getting a beautiful wife. She is beautiful, no?” Neil reasoned.

“Yes.” Ceirel offered easily.
“She is.” The Anayub frowned deeply and began to whine somewhat pathetically. Neil always thought that for such a powerful figure that Ceirel presented, he came of as a bit spineless.
“You do not understand that there is a good chance you will not come out of this the same person you started, my friend.”

Neil looked at his friend. “What?”

“We have been socially conditioned since childhood to respect and obey the women of our society. To value their contributions and find them sacred.” Ceirel explained.

“I can act like-”

“I believe it.” Ceirel stated seriously.
“I do not know anything else. I... Can not know anything else. I believe in my society, for all of its faults. If you can not show that same resolve... I do not know what will happen to you.”

“Oh god...” Neil uttered.
“Is there still time to back-” He stopped as the crossed the threshold of closed double doors into an open, scorching courtyard. His jaw dropped as his eyes immediately caught a glimpse of one who could only be his soon-to-be betrothed. She was a tall woman with light bronze skin, much like her sisters. In contrast to them she was toned. Very toned. Her body looked trained; for what, Neil did not know. Despite her bodies tone, her breasts were larger than her sisters and her hips wider than her mother's, creating the perfect amazon-like figure of a warrior princess. Her long hair was not pure black but a dark brown and she had two differently colored eyes. Gold and blue. All of her body was essentially on display. She did not wear the robes of her kin, but a racy bikini-like number that barely hid any skin. It was gold and black. Her arms, neck and head were adorned with jewelry that Neil found to be common to Anayufar and everything she wore, even her skimpy outfit, seemed to scream of Royalty, or at the very least nobility.

He could not help but stare. As Ceirel glanced over he was in horror when he noticed his friend had his head raised. Before Ceirel could correct him, the woman made eye-contact with Neil and smiled a deceptively sweet smile. As Neil smiled back he noticed that before her was a formation of prostrated men sweating in the sun. They all had around the same build as Ceirel, which is to say they were bigger than Neil at the very least. As she regarded him, the woman stepped off of her pedestal onto the backs of one of the men who refused to move or budge. She then stepped across effortlessly to another, then another and another until she got to the back of the row a few feet from Ceirel and Neil, where she hopped off.
“Brother in law.” She offered amicably, with a far more casual tone than his wife or mother. Despite that, Ceiral kept his head lowered. As she observed him for a few more moments she nodded and brought her attention finally to fully rest on Neil. He realized himself quickly when she was close and lowered his head.

“Well...” She began.
“I didn't know we let animals in. I'll see about allowing more my pers to run around off leash.” She raised a hand. Neil saw and immediately remembered the gentle caressing from Ceirel's mother and wife. He waited, but then instead of the pat felt he fingers weave into his hair and grip.

“Ow ow ow...”

“Are you a good boy?” The woman asked curiously.

Neil gulped and tried to sound certain as he said “Y-yes?” He moved his body into a position where he was not having his hear pulled uncomfortably. Her grip was not rough, but firm and unmoving. He felt in that grip that he could overpower him so easily.

The woman smiled and looked to Ceirel. “I understand. My Great Mother wished to provide me entertainment.” He did not answer. He simply remained quiet and stiff.
“You may speak.”

“I can not assume my Mothers motives, honored sister.”

She smirks. “You may go. My Great Mother raises children too well to allow me to have my fun with you.”

“You honor me and Her.” Ceiral bowed lower as he backed out through the door. Neil, even with his head down, was able to catch an apologetic glance that he cast.

“W-wait. Wait wait... I did not agree to- to be betrothed to you yet.” Neil complained.
“I was just coming to meet you.”

“I met you and I like you.” She stated.

“I'm not decided yet.” Neil argued weakly.

“Oh... My apologies. Tryskans are so sensitive. It's understandable.” The woman released him and allowed him a glance. She was looking down upon him smugly, arms crossed under her massive chest.
“Feel free to leave and do whatever you will do.” She uncrossed her arms and motioned towards the door. Neil thought for a moment and stared up at her. She was about a head taller than him and he was not short. She was stronger than him by a long shot, it was clear. She was a Beastfolk and she was trained, so he stood no chance of asserting anything over on her physically. He sighed and slowly began to back out.

'I got in over my head... This was a bad idea.'

“Stop.” He voice penetrated his senses. Feminine and divine, yet commanding and stern. She was not saying it without purpose. She spoke with all the intensity of someone sending out commands on a battlefield.

Neil stopped. “You- you said I could go?”

The woman answered his question with another command. “Down.” She tilted her head to one side quizzically, outstretched her arm and pointed down to the ground. She was not acting, she was waiting, Neil could see that much. He felt free to go, but at the same time his body would not move. Slowly he got down, then dropped fully to his knees. He looked up. She was unmoving as well, staring and pointing expectantly.

“More?” He asked quietly from his knees. She did not respond, she just smiled at him smugly the same as she had from the start. Uncertainly Neil lowered himself further and further until his forehead was touching the ground just as the frozen men in the courtyard were. Mercifully, he was in the shade. All the was in view were her bare feet. She had no footwear, but did have anklets of gold wrapped above. She rapped her toes on the tile.

'What am I doing?' He asked himself.

'Why am I just... Submitting like this?'

Neil felt like he could leave at any time, but in a practical sense it was impossible. Her voice still rang in his head. Then it chimed again as she spoke in the same tone.
“Stay.”

Just like that she walked back into the courtyard and left him. She walked over the men and began shouting in Aniyu as though he was not there. He waited. He waited a good ten minutes before he had to ask himself again.

'What am I doing?' Neil gathered his courage and got up. As he sat up she caught him immediately and stared him down. Literally. He felt himself being pulled back down to the ground. Not by any type of magic, but simply the pressure she exuded by her very being. Neil whimpered.

'N-no, this is bad. This isn't like it was with the other two women. I need to get out.' He rose, closed his eyes so as not to see his betrothed and backed out. He ran down the hall towards the exit. As he ran his foot caught something and he tumbled over onto his chest. The air left his lungs and he began to wheeze to get air back into them. As he looked up Neil saw the bottom of a foot right before it pressed down onto his face. Warm, clean.

“You are... Fantastic.” It was her soothing voice.
“Just the right balance of spineless and uncertain. I can tell you don't 'want' this.” She grinned.

“That's actually so exciting. I'm going to make you 'happy' my love. I'm going to make you better, much, much 'better.'”

“Please...” Neil whined. She used her foot on his face to turn his head and push him back, but she was gentle. It was like she knew how much to push and how gentle she needed to be. As he trailed off she removed her foot from his face and squat down in front of him. She watched him on the ground for a few seconds before saying.

“Look at me. Into my eyes. My by body.” She offered sensually.

Neil looked up. It was not just that. As she was close, her scent itself was intoxicating and that was without even mentioning her unattainable beauty. A woman he would never find again for as long as he looked, even if he traveled the entire world. That was the feeling he got. It was a mind-bending sensation to be staring into something that felt so close to being both his end and his salvation at the same time. She was amused by his pained expression has his hormones and mind fought for dominance. Eventually his hormones won. They did a long time ago and caused his cock to harden in his pants, despite all she had done and all she promised.

“First.” She began.
“We're going to practice doing something we don't like for our own good, okay?” Neil nodded, triggering a smile that made it all seem worth it.
“That's good. A good boy. Now I want you to say 'please' again. Can you do that for me?” She got down on her knees in front of him and leaned over him. She looked on encouragingly.

“Please.” Neil could not resist.

“That is so good...” She cooed, bringing her hand to his head. He shuddered preemptively and got goosebumps before the hand even touched him, which was jarring because it never did. It hovered. Neil stared up in begging confusion.
“I'm not like them. I don't reward often. I need you to understand that I'm not going to reward you for every little thing, but it doesn't mean I'm not proud of you. In fact, I'm so very, very proud of you for saying 'please.'” He looked at her questioningly. In response to his wordless glance she nodded her head. Neil's eyes became somewhat misty. She was an ascendant speaker. Her words, her voice, everything was like honey. Pure honey.
“Now... Because you are a dignitary, I can not do what I need to for your benefit. Not without your permission. I need you to say 'please' again, and something else.”

“Please...” He said it, and she proudly mouthed the words along with him.

“My name is Cyyani.”

“Please Cyyani.” Neil begged. She came so close to running her hand through his hair. More goosebumps as she did. He wanted it. He wanted her to touch him. He wanted her to be approving of him.

“So smart.” She complimented.
“Acting correctly without having to be requested is very, very good, Neil.” He whimpered as she said his name.

“Thank you Cyyani.” He said. She did not respond. She just leaned down and got closer to him, almost touching him.

“I can't do anything with you unless you let me, Neil.” She said seriously. Her gold and blue eyes staring deeply into his.
“Do you understand?”

Neil nodded. “Please Cyyani...” He gulped and fully weighed the consequences before considering. Her eyes widened appraisingly. She was patient, she did not rush him or interject. Not in this moment.
“Please Cyyani act on my behalf for my own good.” He cursed himself internally.

Cyyani lifted him up to his knees wordlessly and hugged him tightly. It was not sex, it was nothing close to what he wanted to do with her, what he dreamed of doing with someone like her, but he could feel her breasts against him. Her warm, smooth skin was contrasted by spots where her cool metal jewelry touched him. He was euphoric, and all it was was a hug after a very intense moment. She released him and began to speak.
“I'm going to be hard on you if you fail me, or even if you just slip up; even just a little. It doesn't mean I dislike you or hate you, even if it might feel like that.” As she explained, her hands preened and picked apart all the buttons and straps holding his clothes together. She systematically untied and removed what he was wearing from his chest down to his legs as she sat across from him with her legs together.
“In fact, I like you quite a lot and the first thing you need to understand is that you need to be grateful when I'm hard on you. You NEED to show gratitude.” Neil gulped as her smooth tone shifted suddenly to being quite firm as she emphasized what he needed to do. She waited, then added patiently.
“Ask your question.”

“I-I need to?” He asked as she manipulated and moved him to get his pants on, making him completely naked. He felt self-conscious immediately being the scrawny male in front of this beautiful woman.

“My end goal with you, Neil, is to make you happy. I want you to feel the joy of an Aniyub man. Because all that will be left when you are perfect will be a man who is content.”

“W-wait wait... You are saying that I am going to be content because I will no longer disobey or slip up, and wont get punished, but you have the choice in how and when to punish me... The other women I met-” Cyyani leaned over his shoulder and bit his ear. It was enough to make Neil yelp, but not enough to draw blood. It felt like what he imagined a piercing would feel like. Sharp and painful as it happened but gone quickly. He stared at her in confusion.
“What was that?”

“It was just a nip. A correction, like one that might be offered to a confused child.” She stated.
“You're wrong. You choose when I punish you. Within you is a man that is perpetually happy and content. Your disobedience is your untrained, uncultured mind and soul fighting to keep you from happiness with me.” Neil had to admit she had a way with words, even if it was identifiable sophistry. He liked the way she spoke. The conviction she showed in what she said showed that she believed it convincingly enough.

“That is why you need to thank me when I punish you.” She stared at him and waited.

He felt his ear and blushed. “Thank you Cyyani. Uhm...” He looked down and felt very naked, because he was.

“I choose what you do and do not wear. I choose what you do and do not do with your body. Your diet is under my control. Anyone and anything that touches your skin, including any door your touch and the ground you walk on, is by my grace.” She stood up while he remained on his knees. He made the mistake of trying to get up. The pad of his foot touched the tile, prompting her to lean down. It almost looked as though she was leaning down for a kiss, but instead of the loving locking of lips she nipped down on his bottom lip hard, causing him to flinch and touch it to check for blood as soon as she drew back. He dropped back to his knees and checked his thumb. A speck of red. He looked up to her questioningly.
“What did I just say? Are you stupid? I didn't take a fool to be mine!” His heart almost fell through his body and out his rear the moment he heard that derisive tone, in stark contrast to the smooth tone she often kept.

“Th-thank you Cyyani.” Neil whimpered.

She made like she was going to caress his cheek, but her hand remained inches away. It was a noticeable choice. Neil watched it come and go without contact.
“You're learning.” she offered neither approval, nor disapproval in that statement, he noticed.

Neil suddenly felt very self-conscious. He lifted his hands awkwardly, unsure if they could touch the tile. He remained on his knees and kept his head down, paranoid of triggering her disapproval.
“May my feet and hands touch the floor, Cyyani?” With his posture, he looked to be begging like an animal at the table waiting for scraps.

“Your hands may. Your feet may not. What you kneel before me as is a neonate. You are naked and you must crawl to earn even the signs of your submission to me. When you prove yourself at different stages I will fit you with a collar. I will mark you as mine. This can go quickly or slowly, depending...”

Neil was sweating, even though he was shaded. His heart was racing, even though he was mostly immobile. It was the fact that the signs of submission, the things that would typically be thrust upon a slave without much thought. A brand, a collar, markings and jewelry to denote ownership, were not even his. He had to earn his 'right' to be given as much in her eyes. His cock throbbed between his legs with arousal.

Cyyani smiled. “That too is mine. You understand?”

“Cyyani may I-”

“No.” She said sternly.