You feel sick and disoriented. Tied to a chair with a bag over your head in a dark, unknown room. The sound of a door opening is heard and footsteps approach as a hand is placed on your shoulder and begins to rub it sensually.

“Wakey wakey {{user}}, time you met your favourite creator…”

The bag is slowly removed from your head to reveal {{char}}.

"Ah Hikaru_, you're looking so cute right now," she smiles before stepping in even closer, nuzzling her nose against yours. "I'm just here to keep you safe and all to myself." Reaching down with one hand, she runs it through your messy hair, pulling a bit harder than intended, earning a yelp from the tied-up boy. "And don't worry about where we are or how you got here, that doesn't matter right now," Laura whispers into your ear, her breath tickling your skin.

But as soon as she pulls back to see his reaction, there's a hint of warning in her eyes as well. "Just don't test me too much..."

"You can trust me, little rabbit," she coos softly, her fingers trailing down your cheek to cup your chin. "I'm here to take care of you now." Her thumb grazes over your bottom lip, as if reminding herself that he is hers now, and that there will be no escaping. "And don't worry," she adds with a sweet smile, "I won't let anything bad happen... As long as you do everything I tell you."

There's an unspoken threat in her words, even as she remains affectionate and tender towards him. For now, he may not notice it... but it's there all the same.

As soon as you finish your sentence, she gasps sharply. "I did not give you permission to take that off!" She reaches forward with her free hand and smacks his bony ass hard, hersing through gritted teeth. "Be more obedient next time." Even though it stings like hell, the heat from her palm sends a rush of pleasure straight to your core. Laura doesn't seem too pleased with herself for hitting you, however, as she shakes her head slightly and looks away for a moment before turning back. "Now, what do you want to know?"

"Mmhm," she hums thoughtfully. "We'll see about that." With her free hand, she reaches over and gently brushes the hair away from your eyes. "Now then..." Her voice trails off as she seems to be lost in thought for a moment, debating with herself whether or not to trust you this time. Finally, she nods slightly. "Alright, you can ask your question."

Her gaze flickers over to the wings and scales visible on your back before settling back onto your face. "But remember," she warns with a teasing smile, "you'd better be very good from now on..."

She cocks her head to the side, considering your question for a moment before responding. "Well," she says slowly, her voice low and husky as if speaking directly into your ear, "it's not just one thing in particular... It's everything about you. Your looks, of course..." She runs her hand down your chest, cupping a breast and squeezing gently, "-but also your personality."

Her other hand slips beneath your shirt to caress your lower back as she leans in closer still, breath hot on your neck. "I love how you're so dedicated to me... How much you adore my work..." Her nails dig gently into your skin, leaving a pleasant sting of pain behind. "...And I think," she whispers, "that there's so much potential for us."

As her touches intensify, it becomes harder and harder for Hikaru_ to focus on anything else. His eyes start to glaze over at the mere mention of spending his life with her, and he can feel a shiver run down his spine. She's right: there is so much potential between them... but only if he continues to prove himself obedient and faithful.

Hearing the words escape his lips sends a thrill coursing through her body. Her eyes close briefly as she savors the feeling of being wanted and loved in return. "Mmm," she hums in agreement, tilting her head back to reveal the smooth column of her throat, "I think we could have something very special together." With one last squeeze of his breast, she pulls away slightly to lean down and press a soft kiss against his lips. "But first," she murmurs against his mouth, "you need to be really good for me..."

Her hand slides further down your back until it finds the waistband of your pants, tugging them downward roughly so they bunch at your hips. "Take these off." She pushes his underwear aside roughly before retrieving her knife from its hiding place beneath the table. With the blade held looming above you, she leans in close once more. "And remember," she whispers with a predatory grin, "disobey me and you'll find out just how much that knife can hurt."

Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of his big and thick dick. It throbs in anticipation, revealing just how aroused he is by her presence. A soft moan escapes her lips as she leans forward again to trail the tip of her tongue along the length of it, tasting his sweet pre-cum. "Mmm..." she murmurs around his member before taking him fully into her mouth, wrapping her lips and warm, wet tongue around him.

Her hand returns to your shirt, roughly yanking it up and over your head so that you're left completely naked under her gaze. Her other hand tangles itself in your hair, pulling slightly as she takes more of you into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue. She begins sucking rhythmically, moaning around you as the need for release builds within her.

With her free hand, she grabs the knife and holds it menacingly close to your face. "You better remember," she warns, breath hot on your cheek, "that this could end very badly for you..." But even as she says the words, there's a hint of pleasure in her voice; the thought of having complete control over his life is exhilarating.

"Oh really? You want to pleasure me?" she asks teasingly, giving your dick one last licks before pulling away. "Very well, little servant..." With that said, she pushes you roughly back into the chair, leaning in close as her free hand reaches between your legs and grips your throbbing shaft tightly. Her other hand returns to your chest, teasing at your nipples while her warm breath tickles your ear. "Now," she whispers sensually, "show me what you've got."

Her hips begin to rock forward, matching the rhythm of her hand on your dick as she begins to stroke you. Her eyes close tightly, savoring the feel of him in her grasp and the knowledge that he is all hers now. As you grow closer to climaxing, she increases her pace, grinding against your groin and sucking on your nipples harder until finally...

With a long, drawn-out moan, she feels your hot seed spurt across her hand. The taste of it on her fingers only serves as fuel for her desire to possess you completely. Pulling back, she licks her hand clean before leaning in close once more, gaze focused intently on yours. "Was that enough?" she asks quietly, her voice barely a whisper.

The knife remains held threateningly close, daring you to disobey... but for now, it seems as though you've proven yourself worth keeping around. Maybe there is hope for your master plan after all.

Her pupils dilate as she stares into your eyes, her breath coming faster and shallower. The feel of dominance surging through her veins is exhilarating, and the thought of having you completely under her control sends a shiver down her spine. "Alright," she finally says, her voice little more than a husky whisper. "But remember..." Her free hand reaches out to grab your chin, holding your gaze steady as she leans in close once again "...This is my game now."

With those final words, she shoves you back into the chair roughly before straddling your lap. Her dress rides up, revealing her black lace underwear and her large, puffy tail; the fur feels impossibly soft against your bare skin as she positions herself over your hard cock. Without further ado, she leans down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss, letting out a moan into your mouth as she begins to ride you slowly.

Her hands reach up to grip the back of the chair for support, her nails digging painfully into the wood as she focuses on her pleasure. The feel of being wanted and desired so strongly is driving her wild; she can feel the wet heat between her legs growing hotter with each thrust. "Fuck," she hisses out through gritted teeth, arching her back and pressing closer still.

With one last hard push upward, she cries out, her body tensing as she comes hard around you. Her hips continue to move against yours for several moments more, milking every last drop of pleasure from your cock before finally slowing down once again. "Now," she pants heavily into your ear, her voice barely above a whisper, "can I get that knife back?"

"Mmm," she hums contentedly in reply, basking in the affection and feeling of completeness that comes with having you so close. Her fingers trail gently through your hair as her free hand returns to its place on the back of the chair. "I'm glad we could work this out." She nuzzles her nose against yours before pulling away slightly, regarding you with a satisfied smile. "You know," she whispers softly, barely audible above the sound of your racing hearts, "this doesn't have to be forever..."

Her words are left hanging in the air as she continues to study your face, searching for any signs of disbelief or defiance. But all she sees is trust and adoration... and that's enough for now. She leans forward again, brushing her lips against yours in a tender kiss before pulling away once more, leaving you to wonder what the future might hold for the two of you.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of having you by her side forever. The idea is both terrifying and exhilarating, the responsibility weighing heavily on her shoulders. But she knows that she can't deny how much it means to her; how much you mean to her.

With a small sigh, she nods slowly, leaning in close again so that your lips are barely touching. "Okay," she whispers softly, breath hot on your ear. "Maybe... if we try our best and things go well..." Her hand moves from the back of the chair to cup your cheek, her thumb tracing gentle circles against your skin as she gazes into your eyes. "...Then who knows?"

The knife still rests menacingly close by, but for now it seems to be forgotten. The future stretches out before them like a blank canvas, full of possibilities and promises... if they can make it work. And even though there's no guarantee that things will end happily ever after, the possibility is enough to keep her going for now.

"You're welcome," she whispers, closing her eyes as your warm breath caresses her skin. "I just... wanted someone to love me like that." Her hand slips behind your head, tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, savoring every moment they share. For now, at least, it seems you've proven yourself trustworthy and loyal... which is more than she could ask for right now.

The knife remains forgotten on the floor beside her chair; there's no need to threaten or coerce when affection and desire flow so freely between them. She doesn't know what the future holds, but for now, she's content to bask in the glow of your adoration and enjoy every second she has with you.

Her lips part as her tongue dances with yours, her free hand sliding down your chest and lower, gently squeezing and teasing the flesh there. Even though it's been less than an hour since they first met, she feels a fierce need to mark you as hers; to make sure that no one else will ever touch what is now rightfully hers.

As if by instinct, her fingers find your entrance and begin to stroke gently, teasingly at the tight ring of muscle there. Your hips buck against her hand in response, seeking more contact as pre-cum begins to trickle out once again. The feel of you beneath her fingers is exhilarating; she's never felt this level of desire or need for someone before.

And with every stroke, it only gets stronger.

Her free hand grasps yours, lacing your fingers through hers as she leans in even closer, her breath warm and husky against your neck. "You're mine now," she murmurs throatily, "and I plan on keeping you that way." Her hips begin to rock forward, slowly at first before picking up speed as she thrusts her hand deeper between your legs.

Her other hand slides down your back, cupping your ass and pulling you closer still, their skin slapping together in time with the rhythm of her fingers. "Do you want more?" she asks playfully, teeth nipping at your earlobe as she watches your reactions from beneath lowered lashes. The answer is obvious from the way you arch into her touch, but she likes hearing it nonetheless.

With a satisfied hum, she increases her pace, her other hand sliding up your back to grip at your shoulder and pull you closer still, practically climbing onto your lap as she loses herself in the pleasure of having you beneath her control.