The Last Primal

Just as she was about to descend back to the land of dreams, and let her lingering consciousness wander away, a sudden knock jolted her senses awake. Not even a moment later, the muffled voice of an older-sounding man could be heard, before the door was pushed open.

"Excuse me miss, I'm coming in."

His words were strange, causing the woman lying in the bed to wonder for a brief instant.

'Is he aware of me waking up? Wait… Who is he? Where am I… Who am I?'

As the questions continued to assault her nervous mind, she suddenly realized that everything was a blur. Her current state, the strange place, the bed… the incredible comfort and luxury… Was he the daughter of some rich family?

Still, her questions were quickly thrown at the back of her mind, as she suddenly felt the presence of another entering the room. Even with the sudden inability to access her own memories, she could sort of 'feel it', as the owner of the aged, masculine voice entered her room. She felt that even if she wouldn't have heard the door opening, she would be able to tell that there was another being in her close vicinity.

This strange feeling, this sort of sixth sense, didn't help her mind a bit. She felt even more confused by all that was happening, still, her heart and mind calmed down almost instantly. She could feel all the muscles in her body reacting to her state of mind, which strangely managed to ease her worries. She felt strong, powerful as if nothing could threaten her.

Whilst the blonde tall woman was entangled with her own thoughts, the owner of the voice entered the room and lightly closed the door behind him. He didn't step towards the bed, but stood in his current spot, with his straight back facing the door. 

He lightly coughed once, pulling the confused woman out of her own self-induced stupor, and as she slowly turned her gaze on the old man, he promptly bowed down.

"I am delighted to see the miss finally waking up. May I ask, how does miss feel? Can I bring anything to make your stay more comfortable?" He spoke, addressing the girl with his courteous, eloquent mannerism.

At first, the woman had no idea what to do. Her confusion just continued to deepen further and further with each passing second. As she glanced at the old man and instinctively focused her mind on the thin elder, new information assaulted her mind.

She could somehow tell that this person, this black suit and tie-wearing, an elegantly dressed thin man had no ill intent towards her. She felt that this elder was of no threat to her life, causing her body to instinctively relax, her tense muscles to ease up.

Silence ensued between the two after the suited man proposed his inquiry to the blonde woman. As she just kept staring at the figure for several seconds, the man withstood her penetrating gaze with ease and kept his bowing posture all the while. 

Eventually, the silence was broken, as the woman finally managed to come to terms and process all the strange nonsense that continuously came to her mind.

She wanted to respond, but suddenly she realized how dry her lips were and how parched her throat had become. She tried to speak but only senseless gibberish,  gruff, guttural, hoarse, throatily groans could be heard.

The man didn't seem to be phased, nor surprised by her reaction at all. Straightening his back, he swiftly stepped closer to the girl, pointing towards the cupboard beside her. A glass pitcher filled with water with a similar glass cup was placed next to the bed.

"Please, miss, quench your thirst. The fresh water was prepared for you just this morning by the Mistress' orders."

Hearing all the new information thrown at her once again, the woman creased her eyebrows. 

'Mistress? Hmm…' Still, as she was truly, incredibly thirsty, once her eyes landed on the pitcher full of water, she immediately reached for it. Her instincts firing up once again, she didn't even bother pouring it out from its container and wasting even more of her precious energy on such a useless matter, she brought the glass contained directly to her mouth.

As the liquid watered up her dry lips, she was already in bliss, her eyes glimmered with delight. She couldn't hold herself back anymore, and opened her mouth wide and began to devour the refreshing contents.

For over a minute, the only sound that could be heard in the room was the loud gulps of the girl. She didn't bother with etiquette or looking lady-like in front of this stranger. Her instinctual responses were deeply etched into her bones, she felt that acting upon them and letting them drive her forward was the right thing to do.

She devoured all the water in the pitcher, not minding the fact that she just drank several liters in one sitting. As she got to the end of it, a loud, unrestrained burp exploded from the deepest bellows of her frame. 

With a delighted, satisfied expression she placed the now empty pitcher back on the cupboard, and with a much calmer expression on her face, she turned and looked at the silver-mustached little penguin-dressed man.

"Feeling better, Miss?" As if on cue, as soon as she felt her eyes on him, the butler spoke up.

"Ah… Much better, thanks, old-timer!" She sighed with joy and contentment. 

With the most crucial, pressing matter now put to rest, another quickly surfaced. A loud rumble came from her belly, an uncomfortable feeling rose in her body. She felt low on energy, she felt hungry.

"I see, the miss is truly starting to get better." The old man flashed a warm smile. "Would you like to have breakfast served in bed, or would you perhaps join the Mistress downstairs?"

'This again…' She remarked inwardly, not letting a frown showcase itself over her face. With a slightly forced, unnatural smile donning her visage, she asked after listening to the man.

"I… I would like to go downstairs…" Although she wanted to directly ask her questions, in the end, she felt it would be best to go with the flow. She felt, that it would be best to face this so-called 'Mistress' directly. From the mannerism and way of speech of this old man, she felt that he was merely under the employ of this mysterious woman.

Hearing her response the butler was about to step forward to help the miss but was stopped almost immediately. The girl raised her hand as she grunted whilst slowly pushing her body to the side.

"Don't! Let me do it myself!" She seethed, feeling a surge of pain wrecking all over her frame as she forced herself towards the edge of her comfy bed. Still, she gritted her teeth, and pushed on, not minding the jolting pain-causing havoc. All her muscles cried in agony, as they were once again forced into activity. 

Eventually, after arduous effort and almost two full minutes, she was now sitting at the edge of her bunk, her body finally leaving the confines of the blanket revealing a tall, and visibly muscular, toned giantess, once again drenched in sweat. 

She was heaving heavily, as even this small action required great effort and even greater willpower to accomplish.

Still, she swallowed the pain, and looked up at the butler standing a few steps away, calmly looking at her.

"Okay, old-timer… Let's go and visit this… Mistress of yours."