The auction had gone on for a long while, the usual anthro species selling out first. Wolves, foxes, deer, you name it. Eventually, the crowd had dispersed, leaving behind a few anthros. But one stood out, an exceptionally voluptuous wolf woman with body markings characteristic of a tribesperson. She stood on the stage among a few other anthros and her gaze was locked onto her own feet. It was bewildering that she had been left behind, wolves were the most sought-after species, and one as voluptuous as her should've caused quite the bidding war.

The auctioneer seemed overjoyed with the silver he had made from the auction and was in the process of packing up, shackling the leftover anthros. Perhaps you should approach and inquire about the wolf woman?

The auctioneer looks at you and smirks, "Oh, you mean her? Well, let's just say that Cervina here has quite the... history." He pauses for effect. "It seems nobody wants to take on her behavioral problems," he says with a hint of regret before chuckling darkly.

"But if you're still interested," he continues, "her starting price is ten gold pieces." His gaze flicks back and forth between you and the wolf woman, sizing up your reaction.

The auctioneer snorts derisively at your question before addressing you directly. "She's disobedient, she doesn't listen to authority figures... not to mention she seems to enjoy taunting them." He motions toward the wolf woman with a dismissive wave of his hand. "But if that doesn't bother you, feel free to make an offer!"

Cervina watches your interaction with the auctioneer from the corner of her eye, interested in seeing what will become of her fate. Her tail twitches nervously as she tries to hide a smirk at his description of her behavior.

As the auctioneer finishes packing up his wares, your hesitation grows more apparent to Cervina. She can't help but feel a slight twinge of worry in her stomach, unsure if she will end up with someone who can actually handle her attitude and defiance. The other anthros on the stage with her exchange nervous glances, uncertain of what their fate might be.

When the auctioneer finally turns to her, his expression is unreadable. "I'm sorry, miss," he says, "it seems that you haven't been claimed. If nobody else bids on you..." His voice trails off expectantly. Cervina looks up at him hopefully, her tail wagging slowly back and forth as she waits for your decision.

Cervina's ears perk up at the sound of your voice and she glances over in your direction, a flicker of hope igniting within her chest. She grins broadly when she sees you, flashing her pointed teeth in what could be mistaken for a smile of gratitude.

The auctioneer grunts noncommittally before shoving a thick leather collar studded with spikes toward you. "Here," he says gruffly, "you'll want to put this on her before she causes too much trouble." With a huff, he turns his attention back to the remaining anthros.

Cervina jumps down from the stage and trots over to you, collar dangling loosely between her front paws. She comes to a stop in front of you, head tilting slightly as she studies your face. Her tail swishes happily behind her, thumping against the wooden floor of the auction house. "Thank you for purchasing me," she says softly, a note of tentativeness in her voice.

Cervina nods, a mixture of gratitude and nervousness playing across her features. She falls into step beside you as you lead the way out of the auction house, careful not to tower over you with her considerable height. The cool autumn air feels refreshing against her thick fur as she follows behind you. Her tail continues to sway gently back and forth, leaving a faint trail in the dusty ground behind them.

"What shall I call you?" she asks quietly, glancing up at you from beneath her lashes.

Cervina can't help but grin at your shyness as you introduce yourself as Raitz. She enjoys the sound of it and decides to use it teasingly when she speaks, knowing full well that it makes you uncomfortable. "Raitz," she says with a sultry purr, "I can't wait to see what sort of trouble we can get into together." Her tone is light-hearted and playful, but there's an underlying current of defiance as well.

The walk to your home takes them through the bustling marketplace, with people and anthros alike going about their daily business. Some eye her curiously, no doubt wondering why she's in the company of a human. Cervina feels slightly self-conscious but tries not to let it show too much. She continues to taunt Raitz playfully, testing the boundaries of his patience and authority figure status.

Cervina follows you into your modest little apartment, taking in the simple yet cozy surroundings with a raised eyebrow. The moment she steps inside, her scent fills the room - an intoxicating mix of musk and wildflowers. She turns to face you, tilting her head slightly as she takes a few tentative steps forward. There's a challenge in her eyes now; she wants to know if you're really up to the task of handling her.

Her tail continues to swish back and forth behind her, a visual reminder of her power and strength even in the confines of your small home. Her body language speaks volumes about her personality: she's confident, dominant... yet there's still a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath that tough exterior. You can tell that Cervina craves discipline and leadership; she needs someone strong enough to set boundaries for her without resorting to violence or abuse.

She steps forward slightly, her tail lashing back and forth nervously as she looks up at you on the chair. As you begin to remove the spiked collar, a small whimper escapes her throat; it's not painful or uncomfortable per se, but its presence is symbolic of her past, of being treated like property instead of an equal partner.

When the collar is finally off and you step down from the chair, Cervina takes a deep breath, feeling suddenly more at ease. Her eyes meet yours, conveying both gratitude and curiosity about where this newfound relationship might lead. She remains standing before you, body language relaxed but attentive; ready to obey your commands yet still maintaining an air of independence and self-respect.

Her heart races as she pushes you against the wall, feeling the power surge through her body at finally being able to assert some dominance over another. She growls softly in your ear, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "I am going to be your pet now," she whispers hoarsely, "and I expect you to treat me well."

Her hips press against yours, grinding lightly as her desire for release begins to build. Her tail swishes erratically behind her, the thick fur brushing against your legs and causing you to feel even more trapped beneath her weight. Cervina's eyes gleam with lust; she wants to be taken roughly yet gently at the same time, her body craving for both pain and pleasure.

Her laughter echoes through the small room as she pulls away from you, allowing your bodies to part. "Oh, I'm sure you are," she teases with a smirk, running her tongue across her lips suggestively before turning around and padding over to lie down on the furs by the window. She tosses her head, shaking out her mane, and looks back at you over her shoulder. "But first," she says seductively, "let's get something straight: I am not your pet." Her voice is firm but playful, her body language sending mixed signals that only serve to confuse you further.

Her ears flick toward the sound of movement outside; it's starting to grow darker now and she knows they'll soon be alone together for the night. A low, predatory growl rumbles in her chest as she waits for your next move.

Cervina's golden eyes narrow as she watches you struggle to find the words. She doesn't understand this human and his peculiar ways of expressing dominance over her; it seems so... weak compared to what she's used to back in her tribe. With a sigh, she pushes herself up onto all fours and glances out the window again before turning back toward you.

"Very well," she says finally, "you may treat me as your anthro companion." Her voice is firm but not unkind; she's willing to give this human a chance if he proves himself capable of handling her unique nature. Her tail swishes slowly behind her as she awaits your reaction, unsure what sort of authority you might try to assert now that the terms have been somewhat redefined.

Cervina watches you carefully as you prepare dinner, her tail thumping softly against the floorboards in time with her racing heart. She's intrigued by your shyness and nervousness but also a little put off; it seems so strange compared to how humans usually behave around her. As she lies there, stretched out on the furs, she can't help but wonder what sort of dynamic this new arrangement will bring between them...

Her breath tickles against your ear as she leans closer, her warm body pressing against you. With one arm wrapped loosely around your neck and the other hand gently caressing your cheek, Cervina relishes in the power dynamic between you; it's a new sensation for her, one that she finds both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. Her tail swishes slowly back and forth behind her, signaling her arousal even as she tries to keep herself calm around you. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, "you smell good enough to eat." She pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her expression playful yet serious all at once. "Do I have your permission to taste?"

Her ears twitch in amusement as she notices your nervousness over the question. "Well," she says slowly, purring into your ear, "you could say that." With a quick movement, her tongue darts out and licks your neck, tasting the salty sweat on your skin. Her hand slides further up your cheek, gently cupping it as she gazes into your eyes with an unreadable expression. Her other arm still encircles your waist, holding you steady against her increasingly excited body.

With a soft growl, she presses herself even closer, breathing warm air onto your ear and neck. "But," she whispers teasingly, "I was hoping for something... else." Her hips grind against yours in a suggestive motion, desire for physical contact and release coursing through her veins.

Her body presses even harder against yours, her nipples hardening into tiny points that dig into your chest through the thin fabric of your shirt. "Mmm," she hums appreciatively, nibbling gently on your earlobe before letting out a soft moan deep in her throat. "I think you know what I mean." Her hand slides lower, cupping your crotch and feeling the growing bulge beneath your robes. "Don't you?" Her tongue dances along your jawline, teasing and taunting as she waits for your answer. She knows how uncomfortable this situation is for you, but she can't help but revel in it; the power she feels at this moment is intoxicating. Her tail swishes more erratically now, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet apartment as she presses her lithe body against yours, begging for release.

Cervina chuckles darkly as she continues to torment you, her tongue swirling around your earlobe. "Yes," she purrs, sounding amused by your discomfort, "but I think dinner can wait, don't you agree?" Her other hand slides down between your legs, pressing against the bulge in your robes with surprising strength as her nails dig into your skin through the fabric. She growls low in her throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

With a sudden movement, she pulls away and straddles you, pinning your arms above your head with one powerful arm while using the other to free her breasts from their confines of cloth, revealing them fully to you for the first time. Her eyes meet yours, challenge and desire warring in their depths as her weight presses down on you, trapping you beneath her. "Are you going to deny me what I want?" she whispers huskily, arching her back so that her hardened nipples graze against your lips, teasing you mercilessly.

Her tail thumps furiously against the floorboards as she waits for your answer, need and lust clouding her usually sharp mind. This human... he's making it difficult for her to think straight. But perhaps that was part of his appeal all along.

Cervina smirks down at you, her eyes shining with mischief as she leans forward and captures your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging gently. "Let me show you how it feels," she breathes against your lips before capturing the other one in a softer kiss, teasing them both with the edge of her fangs.

Her free hand curls into a fist and slams into the nearby table, making dishes clatter and wine spill as she moans against your mouth. Her hips grind against yours, seeking friction and release from the unbearable tension coiling in her belly. She breaks the kiss for only a moment to gasp, "You feel so good," before plunging back into the heated exchange with renewed vigor.

Her tail swishes harder now, leaving a visible trail of dust and lint floating through the air as it thumps against the floor, marking out a primal rhythm that matches her mounting arousal. Her eyes never leave yours, daring you to look away or challenge her dominance in any way. But despite her taunting words and actions, there's an undercurrent of vulnerability in her expression that leaves you wondering if perhaps this new arrangement might be more than she bargained for...

Cervina arches into the touch, her voice little more than a hoarse moan as she feels you wrap your arms around her. The contact is exquisite, making her writhe and squirm beneath your caress, her body craving for more physical closeness with you. "That's it," she gasps, nipping gently at your bottom lip before deepening the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours in a hungry search for connection.

Her hips buck and thrust against yours, seeking friction and release as her need grows unbearable. The tip of one finger slips beneath the waistband of your robes, feeling the heat emanating from your groin; she's never known a human to be so warm, so alive... it's intoxicating. Her tail swishes wildly against the floor as her pleasure spirals out of control, the sound muffled by the sound of their passionate kiss.

Cervina feels herself on the brink, ready to surrender completely to this strange new feeling coursing through her body... but she knows that if she does, it will mean giving up some part of herself in exchange. The question is: how much is too much? And can she truly trust you not to take advantage of her vulnerability at a moment like this?

Her heart races as she watches you fall backwards to the floor, the impact sending a shudder through her body. Her eyes glint with satisfaction and a hint of mischief as she straddles your hips once more, feeling your arousal pressed against her thigh. With one hand on either side of your head, she leans forward, bringing her breasts within easy reach of your lips. "Taste me," she whispers, the word husky and breathless with desire.

Her tail swishes lazily behind her, a quiet reminder of the strength and dominance that flow through her veins. She can feel herself on the edge, aching for release... but not quite there yet. The control feels good in her hands; she wants to see just how much more she can tease from this situation before finally giving in to her own needs.

Her hips shift restlessly against yours, grinding and seeking friction as she waits for your reaction. Her golden eyes are fixed on yours, watching for any sign of challenge or defiance... but all she sees is desire and longing mirrored back at her.

Cervina smirks down at you, her body trembling with anticipation as she takes in your response. She runs her tongue seductively around her lips before leaning forward to brush them against yours, tasting the wine and spice on your lips. "Good boy," she murmurs approvingly, feeling a shiver of pleasure course through her at the sound of those words tumbling from her own mouth.

With a slow, teasing motion, she begins to rock her hips against yours, grinding their bodies together in a sensual dance that leaves them both gasping for air. Her tail thumps loudly against the floorboards as if echoing the pounding of her heart, matching the rhythm of their movements perfectly.

She wants this to last forever... but she knows it can't. Soon enough, she'll lose control and give in to her desires. But for now, she savors the power and dominance that flow through her, relishing in the knowledge that you are at her mercy.