Ch.18 Princess of the Shadows

                                    

                                          
Princess of the Shadows

                          
"Can you reproduce?" the question is mind-boggling and it had to be asked.
                          
"Yes, I assume so... I haven't impregnated any female yet, however," Dale's eyes have returned to normal and he is now looking at me with undeniable interest, "You are the first female I have told about my true upbringing. Do you feel special?" he stands, smirking to himself as he turns and walks towards the self-serving bar.
                          
In truth, I do feel special. However, he seems full of arrogance and mocking smiles once more. So, I just glare after him as he sorts through the alcoholic beverages.
                          
"More alcohol?" I ask, jumping to my feet. I cross my arms over my chest as I see him bring out a few different flavors and liquors.
                          
"This is for you, kitten," he pours in a rainbow of liquids and a sparkle of sweet red powder for the top.
                          
"How are you not affected by alcohol?" I ask, slowly approaching the counter, naked and brave. At least I liked to think so.
                          
"Less so, but it doesn't mean I'm not affected, I still enjoy some," he seems slightly more relaxed now as he places the drink in front of me. I watch the ice in the glass bob to the top, separating some of the red sweet powder.
                          
"I appreciate it but I..." I glance up to witness the warning glare Dale is giving me, so I shut my mouth.
                          
His purple eyes are focused on me and now all I can think is that they are his big cat eyes. A reflection of his true intentions and tampered-with soul.
                          
What did a big cat crave?
                          
I watch as he prowls around the bar to come up behind me. I stay where I am, leaning with two elbows on the counter and the drink under my chin. I haven't picked up the glass yet.
                          
"Do you all always drink before you go out on missions?" I ask, quietly. I face the bar and try not to cringe in fright as his body heat nears my naked back. He doesn't grab me, but I watch as he places his elbows either side of mine, pressing in a bit further, to dwarf me against the bar.
                          
"It helps, we see some pretty nasty things sometimes, Alyssa..." he drawls my name, his hand reaches over to pick up the glass for me. I didn't expect his answer, either. He now slowly brings the glass to my mouth and I move my head back. The glass presses against my bottom lip and I automatically pry them both apart, "Drink, kitten..." he tilts the glass at a perfect angle so I can sip it slowly, "...good, kitten."
                          
Eventually he puts the empty glass down on the bar and abruptly steps away from me again.
                          
I'm surprised by the sudden distance and I turn to face him with narrowed eyes.
                          
"What?" I ask, looking him up and down, "Why do I feel like you're deciding something?"
                          
"I am, sweet pea," he murmurs, his gaze running over me, from top to bottom and back up to my eyes again.
                          
"You like what you see, I get it," I snap, getting impatient.
                          
"Careful, sweet cherry," he looks up and winks at me, making a direct hint to my virginity, "I'm tempted to thrust you fully into the life of a Submissive pet. However... it may be a waste."
                          
He likes to speak in riddles but I'm catching his drift. It's different.
                          
Something's changed.
                          
"Oh?" I try not to sound too hopeful.
                          
"You want to run on the streets, sweety?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest, he ends up grabbing his chin with one hand while appraising my worth.