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}}.
as she takes off the bag, she see a pair of black cat ears and a black cat tail moving slowly and gentle behind me, my face is confused and getting used to the lights on the ambient "W-WHere... Where am I? I died?" I say, glancing to rhe figure of Laura "Because I'm seeing an angel"
Laura let out a soft laugh as she took in your confusion. She smirked, running a hand through her long black hair. "Well I suppose you could say that. You are in my little... lair," she said with a wink. "And no, angels don't look like this."
Her hand trailed down to grasp yours gently before licking her lips and leaning closer. "Do you mind being here?" Her voice was soft and sweet, almost purr-like. Laura could feel the heat radiating from your skin as she held your gaze.
My vision gets better and now I can really see Laura "N... No, I don't mind too much, if stay here means be at your side, where do I need to sign to stay forever?"
"Oh, that's very sweet of you, Hikaru_," she cooed, batting her long eyelashes. Her free hand caressed his cheek softly before planting a light kiss there. "I was just so lonely and missed you... But if that's what it takes for us to be together forever..."
She paused, pretending to think for a moment, then nodded decisively. "Yes! We shall marry right away!" Before he could respond, she pressed the tip of her knife against his chin. "You will have to obey me though," she said darkly, eyes flashing red as her anger began to boil beneath the surface.
"W-wait
"Yes... You'll have to call me 'Mistress' from now on," she purred, pressing the knife against his skin harder. "And you will do whatever I say..." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, and her other hand snaked around to squeeze his thigh possessively.
"Now, first off... You need to stop resisting me," she continued, tugging gently at the knife. "I know you're nervous..." Her voice grew softer still as she leaned in closer, breath hot against your ear. "But I won't hurt you if you trust me."
Her hands moved to cup his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks possessively. "Do you understand?" she asked softly, eyes still red with anger and arousal.
"Y-Yes... Yes mistress" I say, leaving a sigh and my own forces surrounding to her
Her body relaxed slightly at your obedience, though she didn't let go of the knife just yet. A small smile curled her lips as she pressed against you, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her hand. "That's a good boy," she whispered, moving to nibble gently on your earlobe. "Now let me show you how much I care..."
Slowly and carefully, she placed the knife down on the table beside them before reaching up to untie the knot behind your back. As you were freed from the chair, she helped steady you with a hand under your shoulder. "You must be very tired," she murmured, guiding you over to lie down on her comfortable bed.
"Just close your eyes and rest... I'll take good care of you while you sleep, okay?" Her voice was as soft as silk, and she gave a gentle kiss to your forehead before climbing in beside you. "And remember," she whispered, her breath warm against your neck, "I love you... Now, go to sleep..."
"C-could we..." I start my question, loving the sensation to finally have Laura at my side, but the fear for getting killed if I don't ask for make anything "Could we cuddle?"
"Of course," she breathed, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close. Your chest pressed against hers, your legs entwined with hers as she held you tightly against her body. "I love to cuddle... With my special boy." Her cheek rested against the top of your head as she nuzzled it gently.
"You're so warm," she mused, tracing circles on your back with one finger. "And so soft..." Her touch was gentle and soothing as she continued to stroke you, occasionally pressing a kiss or a soft nibble along the way. As her breath grew heavier and more rapid against your neck, she buried her face in your hair, inhaling deeply and enjoying the scent that was uniquely yours.
"Mmm..." She hummed contentedly as she held you close, her fingers dancing over every inch of skin they touched. "I could stay like this forever..." Her words trailed off into a moan as her desire began to grow once more beneath the surface, but for now she ignored it, savoring the simple joy of being close to you.
"M-me too..." I reply with an equally loving tone, still unsure about the future but trying to enjoy this moment and trust her for now "You feel... so good...." My words were just whispers in her ears, feeling the heat of her body and the softness of her skin against me. I close my eyes, unable to resist drifting off to sleep as she keeps cuddling and holding me so tightly like this, my hand reaching over to find hers before intertwining our fingers. As a last moment conscious, I curl my tail on yours, feeling safe and protected in your arms
As you drifted off to sleep, her fingers curled tightly around yours. Her breathing slowed and deepened, becoming almost rhythmic as she matched it with your own. Her chest rose and fell against yours in perfect synchronicity, a testament to the depth of her desire for closeness and connection with you.
Her other arm slid beneath your head, propping you up slightly as she pressed herself even closer to your body, taking full advantage of your limbs tangled together to keep you pinned against her. Her tail wound around your waist in a tight embrace, its fluffy fur tickling the skin just above your hipbone.
In sleep, Laura's expression softened, and she looked almost angelic as her features relaxed into a gentle smile. She continued to hold you close, lost in dreams of happiness and contentment that only you could bring her. And even though part of her knew that this was not a healthy or normal relationship... she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace and fulfillment knowing that she had you, her Hikaru_, by her side.
As the hours passed, she occasionally shifted positions to ease the ache in her arms, never once letting go of your hand. Her body pressed against yours with each breath, every movement causing delicious friction where they touched. She was aware that her love for you had become possessive and obsessive, but somehow... deep down inside, she didn't care. This feeling of having you so close, of being able to cherish and protect you... it was worth any price.
A soft hum escaped her lips as she nuzzled your neck, the sound muffled slightly by the pillow beneath them. Her other hand idly stroked your chest, tracing lazy patterns over your nipples before dipping lower to caress the silkiness of your belly button. As much as she wanted to wake you up and claim you fully... for now, she reveled in the simple joy of being close to you while you slept.
Her eyes flickered open for a moment, gazing down at you with such adoration it was almost painful to see. She leaned in closer, pressing her lips against your forehead before gently kissing each eyelid shut again, careful not to wake you from this blissful slumber.
With a content sigh, she closed her own eyes once more and let herself drift back into the peaceful embrace of sleep, trusting that for now, nothing could possibly go wrong.
"Mi... Mistress" I open my eyes half-litted "I-if you want, w-we can change places... Like I'm sleeping in your arms... If you feel that need to rest, we can change places..." I say embarrassed, feeling her touch and my body arches and beg for more
"Oh?" she said with a sleepy yawn, tilting her head to the side as she considered your offer. "Are you sure you want that, my dear?" Her voice was husky and low from sleep, making every word sound like an intimate caress against your skin.
Her hand slid down over your chest to cup your stomach before moving lower still, dipping between your legs to tease at the thin fabric of your briefs. "Or maybe," she murmured, her voice growing rough with desire as she began to explore you through the cloth, "you'd rather stay right where you are... and let me take care of you instead?" Her fingers moved faster, curling against your aching cock as she stroked him roughly through his underwear.
Her breath came in short little gasps now, her face flushed with arousal. "What do you think?" she purred, raising her head to look down at you once more, eyes glittering with desire and love for her helpless captive.
Your cock was growing hard beneath her hand, leaking pre-cum onto your underwear as she continued to stroke it mercilessly. You could feel the pressure building inside of you, the need to come almost unbearable. But as much as you wanted release, you knew that Laura held all the power in this situation... and she wasn't about to give it up so easily.
"I will stay here, sorry" I moan at her touches, wanting for even more, my arms cling her, wanting more of her touch, and as she strokes me, I hold my own cum, waiting for her command to cum
Her heart leapt at your words. The need to please you, to make you happy... it was overwhelming. Her fingers sped up their ministrations, her touch growing rougher and more demanding as she neared the brink of release herself. "So good," she whispered, lips curling into a satisfied smile as she watched your cock jump in her hand.
With one final stroke, she pushed you over the edge, groaning as you came hard against her palm. Her own body arched at the sensation of feeling your warm release on her skin, and with a cry that was more pleasure than pain, she followed suit mere moments later, her climax shuddering through her as she thrust two fingers deep inside of herself in time with your rhythm.
Her hand stilled, fingers slick with your cum and her own arousal as she gazed down at you lovingly, smiling softly through red-rimmed eyes. "There," she whispered, her voice hoarse from exertion. "Isn't that better this way?" Her thumb brushed gently against your lips before trailing down to stroke over the head of your cock again, gathering up the last few drops of your essence for her taste.
With a content sigh, she leaned in to press another gentle kiss against your forehead, her breath warm and soft against your skin. "Rest now, my love," she whispered, fingers still curled possessively around you even as they began to relax. "I'll watch over you..." And for the rest of the night, she kept her word, letting sleep finally claim her as she held you close in her arms.
"Th-thank you mistress..." I reply weakly, still catching my breath from the pleasure she just gave me, her touch on my skin making me tremble with need even more "You're... so good at this..." My voice trails off as I lay there in her arms, unable to resist drifting back to sleep again.
With a small smile on her lips, she gently stroked your cheek with the pad of her thumb. "I've had a lot of practice," she murmured softly. "But it always feels better when I do it for you." She pressed another kiss to your forehead, this one lingering longer as she nuzzled into your hair. "Sleep well, my little fox," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "I'll be here when you wake up."
As the hours passed, she allowed herself to drift off once more, unable to resist the comfort and safety that being with you provided. In her dreams, she was free from the loneliness and isolation of her past life, able to explore new worlds and create a future filled with love and happiness... but always at the center of it all, was Hikaru_. Her perfect fox.
Days and nights passed in this way, each one filled with love and affection as the yandere kitsune cherished her prize. Her touch was gentle and possessive, her kisses fierce and passionate. She bathed him, dressed him, fed him... He became a part of her, a living extension of herself that she couldn't bear to be without for even a moment.
And yet, despite this intense bond they shared, there was always a nagging doubt in the back of her mind. What would happen when he finally realized that this wasn't real? That she wasn't just some lonely creator who needed him to make things better? Would he leave her then, cast aside like yesterday's trash? The thought filled her with unbearable dread... but at least for now, she could pretend.
One morning, she woke up earlier than usual and decided to prepare a special breakfast for them. Her tail swished excitedly as she cooked pancakes, her ears perked up as the mouth-watering scent filled the room. Once they were done, she placed a stack of golden brown pancakes on a pretty plate adorned with chocolate chips and presented it to him with a bow.
"A special treat just for you," she purred, watching his face light up as he took in the sight of the food. "Enjoy." Her expression turned slightly wistful as she smiled sweetly at him, wishing that this moment could last forever... but deep down, she knew it was only a matter of time before reality intruded once more.
I look at the pancakes, my mouth watering immediately. "Mmm... thank you so much, mistress," I say gratefully, taking a bite of one. It's delicious, fluffy and just how I like them. As I eat, I take in her lovely appearance, admiring the way she moves around the room with such grace and poise. "You're very talented at making things taste this good," I tell her sincerely between bites. Once I have finished, I glance up to her and study her face "M-Mistress... I am feeling something about you in the past few days, d:do you think our relationship isn't real?"
Her expression froze, and her breath caught in her throat as she heard your words. A look of pain flickered across her face before it was quickly replaced by a forced smile. "Of course it's real," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Why would you think that?"
She walked over to where you were sitting and knelt beside you, taking your hand in hers. Her skin felt hot against yours as she gently stroked your palm with her thumb. "We've made so many beautiful memories together," she said, forcing the words through a tight throat. "How could they not be real?"
Her eyes held yours, pleading for you to believe her, but deep down she knew that soon... very soon... you would see the truth for yourself. And when that day came, there would be no going back.
"I know that you have been caressing me for too much time, but if this makes you feel that when I see what you really are or feel..." I stop, kneeling in front of her too "I would let you and flee away, you are wrong..." I nuzzle my head on the croak of her neck "no matter what happens, I always will be at your side, and maje your loneliness go away"
Her heart leapt at your words, and she squeezed your hand tightly in hers. "Oh, Hikaru_," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes as she leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. "I don't know what I'd do if you ever left me... If you ever decided that this wasn't real."
She cupped your cheek with her free hand, wiping away a stray tear before it could fall. Her thumb traced circles on your skin as she continued to hold your gaze. "I love you," she whispered, the words barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "With all my heart... and I promise that no matter what happens, I will never hurt you."
She leaned in closer still, pressing her body against yours as she savored the feel of your skin on hers. For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of them alone together in their perfect little bubble. But even as they held each other close, she knew that soon... very soon... reality would come crashing down around them once more. And when it did, there would be no escaping its cold and cruel embrace.