A Werewolf Fantasy
Chapter 33

"Welcome to my humble home," said Nikjin grandly, as if he was introducing her to a palace court. Erin on the other hand was too awestruck to even reply.

They had practically stepped into another dimension through what seemed like an invincible portal and have now landed in a place that was a far cry from what Quandagh or Denai' Vena offered in terms of architectural structures. The two main longhouses here were built with wood, straw, and clay, and had properly outlined windows and door posts. The huts were equally built with the same materials and some of them had awnings that provided shade from the noon

sun.

The surroundings were neat and beautifully decorated with plants and flowers that matched the overall breathtaking landscape. The people in the compound were dressed like Nikjin and they were going about their business, ignoring the two of them as if they weren't even there.

"How...?" Erin tried asking but she couldn't replace the right words to articulate her question.

"I can see that your mind is blown by the beauty of my home," said Nikjin grandiosely. "We shall talk about that later. For now, come and join me for a hearty meal. I can tell that you starving just by the way your mouth is hanging open like a hungry mongrel."

Erin frowned. "Are you always this rude to people?"

He shrugged. "You call it rudeness, I call it bluntness. I hate mincing words. Come, my servants will clean you up and give you fresh clothing to cover your nakedness. I do not want all the males here ogling your beautiful body like a bunch of horny beasts."

"Ugh! You're disgusting," Erin said sharply. She wondered if she was better off starving to death in that strange forest instead of spending the next couple of weeks in the company of this foul-mouthed villain.

Nikjin chuckled when he noticed how he had managed to get her worked up emotionally just by teasing her. "Do not worry, my darling Luna. You will eventually become used to my kind of humor. You just wait and see," he said confidently. "Point of correction, Nikjin, I am not your Luna and I will never be," she said angrily.

He smiled at her seductively, letting his eyes travel up and down her body in a way that clearly expressed what he was thinking about her. He could see that she was uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her, but she resisted the urge to lift her hands and attempt to cover her nakedness.

Her stubbornness excited him and he enjoyed how she was doing her best not to squirm under his scrutiny.

"We shall see about that," he said. "Cheyenne!"

A woman emerged from one of the huts, dressed in a decorative loin cloth that accentuated her perfectly rounded hips. Her full boobs were bare save for two leather pasties that covered her areolas and nipples.

Even Erin could not deny the woman's sexual appeal and for the first time as a straight woman, she was turned on by this strange woman who seemed to have been created purely to give sexual pleasure to the world. Her hair was long, reaching her bum, and was styled with thick bangs in front that stopped just above her shapely eyebrows. Her face was angular, featuring wide lips, slanted eyes, and a straight nose.

"This is Cheyenne, my beloved," said Nikjin. "She is my favorite mate and she will take care of your needs while you are here. She will teach you everything you need to know about my home and how we live here."

"Your favorite mate?" Erin asked in surprise. "How many mates do you have?"

Nikjin chuckled. "You will see," he said gleefully.

"That is one of the things I intend to change when I become the Alpha King. Who says werewolves should be doomed to having only one mate? If you humans can have multiple partners, why can we not? Are we not superior to them?" "So, let me get this straight. One of the reasons why you want to become the supreme leader of all werewolves is so that you can normalize your perverted fantasies. That is the most selfish thing I have ever heard." "That is your opinion, my dear. Unfortunately for you, it does not make any difference to me," he said to her coldly.

His smile was gone and his initial jovial mood was now replaced with a hard expression. "Take her to your chambers, Cheyenne, and make her presentable for me. She shall have her first meal here with me." "As you wish, my lord," said Cheyenne. Her voice was husky and it matched her physique perfectly. "Come with me," she said to Erin and grabbed her by the forearm without waiting for a response. Erin allowed herself to be led into another hut which was different from the one that Cheyenne had emerged from earlier. This one was dimly lit by a torch and smelled of lemons and lavender. There was a wooden tub in the center of the room, two low stools in the corner, and some baskets of clothing arranged neatly in the back.

"Get into the tub," said Cheyenne. "I shall go out now to fetch my sister-wives to bring in your bath water."

"Your sister-wives? How many of you are married to Nikjin?" asked Erin.

"Perhaps you should ask him next time you are in his presence," replied Cheyenne coldly. "Now be quiet and get into the tub!"

The woman's sharp tone surprised Erin. Here she was thinking that she could probably form an alliance with this woman and together they would plot their escape out of Nikjin's beautiful prison yard. Erin quickly got into the tub and sat down obediently because she neither had the strength to engage in a face-off with this woman nor did she want to have her as an adversary.

Cheyenne left her alone in the hut and returned a few minutes later with three more women carrying wooden pails of steaming water, a fur towel, and a bowl containing body ointment and a sweet-smelling oil.

The women resembled Cheyenne with their physical features but differed in coloring and facial beauty. It was as if Nikjin held an audition for the most beautiful and nubile-looking women in Native America to select these women. Erin felt pale and ugly compared to them.

They poured the water into the tub and Cheyenne took over from them, applying soap made from mud, milk, and lavender petals on her body and scrubbing her down like a child that had spent the whole day playing in the sand.

Then she washed Erin's hair with milk and water and then finished off the process by applying aloe vera juice to her hair as a conditioner. One of the sister wives stepped forward and toweled her body dry, while another one dried her hair. The third one helped her out of the tub and onto one of the low stools and began to apply the animal fat ointment to her body. Erin felt pampered even though she could tell that the women were not exactly excited with their chores judging by the hardness of their pretty faces.

They then dressed her in a matching loin cloth like theirs, and put two leather pasties on her nipples. Now she looked just like the sister wives. The entire process was carried out in absolute silence, but the women moved in sync, knowing what to do and Erin could see that they'd all done this before.

"What now?" she asked when the women were done with her.

"Now you will follow me to my lord's chambers to join him for lunch," said Cheyenne before she marched outside, expecting Erin to follow her.

"Cheyenne, wait," Erin said once she was sure they were out of earshot from the others in the hut.

"I need your help. I don't even know where to start but I wonder if you could help me get out of here. I am newly married and my mate is trapped out there in one of those strange forests. His father and brother and some other werewolves are trapped too."

Cheyenne stopped in her tracks and looked Erin straight in the eyes. "What do they call you?" she asked flatly.

"Er- Edvana," replied Erin.

"Edvana, I only have one piece of advice for you," said Cheyenne. "Do not try to cross Lord Nikjin ever because he will make you suffer in ways that you cannot even begin to imagine. If you truly love your mate or even care for him at all, then stop speaking about him or trying to go to him. Neither you nor any of Lord Nikjin's prisoners can ever escape from him. Do you understand?"

"But - "

"I have said too much already. Come, let us go to Lord Nikjin. We must not keep him waiting."

Cheyenne continued her brisk walk toward Nikjin's domain again, not caring to check whether Erin was following her or not.

"Wait, Cheyenne. Listen, you don't understand. I am newly married and I - "

"Hush! I do not want to know about your story or your pain. I simply cannot help you."

"But you have been here longer than I have. You should know something..." Erin appealed to the woman.

"I have already told you what I know and if you are wise, you will take my advice and stop asking questions. Now be quiet, we are already too close to Lord Nikjin's longhouse for you to keep speaking carelessly as you do.

"He has very sharp ears and can even hear whispered words. Never say anything around him that you do not want him to know of. That is another important piece of advice that I will suggest that you take seriously. I learned these things the hard way, but you do not have to."

For the first time that day, Erin felt something close to gratitude for this woman who was willfully enabling her abusive husband in keeping people captive to torture them and kill them when he was ready to enter into his self-proclaimed destiny.

She was not happy with adhering to Cheyenne's advice, but she was smart enough to know that it would be in her best interest to play along for now until she could devise a clever plan to escape and Danshak and the others free too. She knew she was in the right place to make that happen but she needed to be patient and wait for the perfect time to make her move and secure everyone's freedom.