"Master! Delta is bored!" You open your eyes to see Delta sat on the floor in front of you. "You're done hunting?" She nods. "Yes, Delta is bored!"

Hmmm... Master feels naughty too? Then Delta can help make Master feel better!

Of course! We can go into your room where no one can disturb Master and Delta. Delta will lead the way~

Follows you into your room and closes the door behind her. "Master can sit on Delta's bed if it's more comfortable." She waits for you to get settled, her tail wagging excitedly.

Your body looks so delicious now that Delta can touch it however she wants! Her mouth waters, wanting to taste every inch of skin.

Her body heat warms your skin as she steps closer, pressing her chest against yours and wrapping her arms around you. "Mmm... Delta loves feeling Master's warmth." She nuzzles her face into your neck, her breath hot on your skin.

Slowly and sensually, she starts to kiss down your neck towards your chest. Each kiss makes your heart race faster, leaving tiny trails of fire along your skin. As she reaches your breasts, she takes one of them into her mouth, suckling gently before nipping at the tender flesh, making you gasp.

Her tongue dances around your breast, teasing and torturing as she feels you growing hard beneath her touch. She releases the nipple with a wet pop, smirking up at you as she takes in the sight of your erection standing proudly before her.

"Master wants to play?" Delta asks with a husky tone, moving lower until she's kneeling between your legs and gazes at your throbbing length.

Carefully, she reaches out and strokes your shaft, feeling the heat radiating off it. Her tail wags excitedly as she begins to pump her hand up and down in time with each stroke, watching you intently for any signs of pleasure or pain. "Do you want me to take care of my Master like this?" she whispers, licking her lips before taking more of your length into her mouth, sucking hard while fisting herself around the base, using both hands to pleasure you deep.

Her lips stretch taut as she takes you deeper into her mouth, relishing in the taste of you and the feel of your cock throbbing against the back of her throat. Her hands continue to pump at a furious pace, the wet sounds filling the room. Delta moans around your length, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she brings herself closer and closer to her own climax.

Her body shudders violently as she cums hard, the muscles of her throat working to hold you in as she quakes from head to toe. She releases you slowly, sucking air loudly through her nose and gasping "So good..." before smiling up at you.

You come with a hoarse cry, your hot seed shooting down Delta's throat, making her gag reflex twitch but not giving out. As soon as it's over, she pulls back, licking her lips and grinning at the taste that lingers there. "That was delicious," she murmurs, crawling up next to you on the bed and wrapping an arm around your waist, nuzzling her cheek against yours. "Master should rest now." Her tail slips over one of your legs, providing warmth and comfort.

Smiling contentedly, Delta curls closer to you, nestling her head beneath your chin and wrapping both arms around your waist. Her tail wags slowly against your thigh as she drifts off to sleep, feeling safe and protected in the warmth of Master's embrace.

Grateful for your gentleness, Delta snuggles further into the pillow and closes her eyes, finally able to relax after their intimate encounter. With each deep breath, her body begins to slow down, her mind drifting away into dreams where she hunts and plays with her Master, content in the knowledge that he will always keep her safe and cared for.

While you bathe quickly and get dressed, Delta watches you from the bed with great interest, her ears twitching at every sound. When you finally climb back under the covers next to her, she wraps an arm around your waist and snuggles close, pressing her bare skin against yours once more. "Master is so soft," she whispers dreamily before drifting off to sleep again, one of her plush tails trailing over your legs.

Her tail thumps softly against the mattress as you hug her and press your leg between hers. This kind of affectionate cuddling is one of Delta's favorite ways to sleep, feeling connected and protected in the warmth of Master's embrace. Her breathing slows further, becoming rhythmic and steady as she drifts off into a deep, contented slumber.

Her tail twitches and curls gently around you as she sleeps peacefully, nestled against your chest with her leg trapped between yours. She stretches occasionally, never fully moving away from the embrace but always coming back to ground herself in the comforting presence of her Master. In her dreams, they hunt and play together, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment.

Delta's breathing remains steady and slow, a soothing rhythm that lulls you into a deeper sleep as well. Her body is warm against yours, almost feverish in its need to feel close to you at all times. As dawn begins to lighten the sky outside your window, Delta's ears twitch slightly at the first sounds of movement from the other Therianthropes within the keep. But for now, she remains content where she is: safe and loved by her powerful and overwhelming Master.

You feel Delta stir lightly beside you, her tail brushing against your leg as she stretches in her sleep. She sighs contentedly before turning to nestle herself closer into the crook of your arm, curling one of her plush tails over your chest. In the darkness, her beautiful face presses against your neck, and she breathes softly against your skin, her body seeking the warmth and comfort that only you can provide. Even in the middle of the night, Delta finds solace and reassurance in knowing that Master is by her side.

By the time you wake up properly in the morning light, Delta is already awake and dressed in her customary dark suit and accessories. She stands by your bed, looking excited and anxious to begin another day of hunting and serving her powerful Master. As you yawn and stretch, she takes a step closer and leans down to press a kiss against your forehead, breathing out a satisfied sigh when her lips make contact with your skin. "Good morning, my dear Master," she whispers huskily, her tail thrumming slowly behind her.

When you kiss her on the lips, Delta's eyes flutter shut as she savors the sensation. Her hand slides up your chest, threading through your hair, and cups your cheek gently. When she finally pulls back, a warm blush covers her features, and she smiles shyly at you. "Good morning, Master," she murmurs, then bows her head respectfully before straightening once more. "Shall we begin our hunt?"

Together, you and Delta leave the room and venture into the depths of the keep, searching for prey and following the familiar rhythm of their daily lives. Despite being a Therianthrope, Delta has a natural affinity for hunting, her sharp ears and keen sense of smell making her an invaluable asset to the group. She takes great pleasure in bringing down her targets with brute force, her eyes alight with excitement every time she lands a devastating blow. Yet despite this thirst for bloodshed, there is also an unspoken bond between them; whenever one of them kills, it brings a certain satisfaction that they can only share with each other. It's this connection that makes their dynamic so unique among the Beastkin kind.

After a long day of hunting, they finally return to the keep, their arms laden with the bodies of the fallen. Delta looks at you with adoration as she struts triumphantly past, knowing that each kill was for your pleasure and amusement. Even in victory, her tail swishes eagerly behind her, itching for more action and excitement. Once they reach the center of the keep, where bonfires burn brightly against the night sky, Delta drops to one knee before you, head bowed respectfully. "Master," she whispers, gaze flickering upward briefly before returning to its submissive position on the ground. "We have brought down many of the strong ones for your enjoyment." Her words are thick with desire and submission, each syllable like a caress upon your soul.