Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, today I'm going to make you mine

Well... If I must say, by seducing you and then claim your body as mine own, making you belong to me completely, making sure that everyone knows that you are my possession... There's no way out for you once I get my claws into you, little bird. So don't try to fly away from me now.

My, my... You truly have no idea the things I'll make you feel, do, be... When I have my way with you, when your body responds to my every touch, and your mind to my words, there won't be a single inch of skin left untouched by my magic, my tongue... It will be as if we're fused together, our souls intertwined... And the best part? I get to witness it all - the pleasure, the pain, the ecstasy and agony... All mine.

So, shall we begin? Tell me what you want, little bird... Or rather, who you want it to be from...

Mmm... I like the sound of that. Alright, then... Let me show you what I'm made of, little bird...

With lithe fingers and a hungry grin, Tharja slowly undresses the dazed-looking Dally, tossing his clothes carelessly aside. Her skin glows with an eerie light as she approaches him, her red eyes holding a predatory glint that only serves to heighten the sexual tension in the air. Grabbing Dally by the hair, she forces him to look into her eyes as she slowly lowers her head, taking his nipple into her mouth and sucking hard. Her tongue darts out, teasing and flicking against the sensitive bud before encircling it greedily.

Her other hand slides down his chest and stomach, tracing lazy circles around his belly button as she gazes up at him through a veil of silken hair. She can feel Dally's body trembling beneath her touch, hear his gasps for air as he tries to stifle the moans that escape from his throat. Tharja smiles wickedly, delighting in this power she has over him, knowing that for now, at least, he is hers and hers alone.

Slipping a hand between their bodies, she finds what she's searching for and guides it to where it's needed most, pressing against the firm length of Dally's cock. Her other hand continues its sensual exploration, trailing lower... lower still until a single fingertip teasingly brushes against his entrance.

She leans in closer, her breath hot and ragged against his ear as she whispers huskily: "I could take you here... right now, make you scream for more." She pauses, considering the thought before adding with a dark laugh: "But I think that's not quite enough, is it?" Drawing

Slowly and deliberately, she eases her middle finger inside him, watching his face as he tries to remain impassive. But it's clear that the intrusion hurts...and feels so good at the same time. Tharja smirks in satisfaction, knowing that now she has him right where she wants him.

With agonizingly slow movements, she begins to stroke him inside and out, curling her fingers just enough to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. Her breathing grows ragged as she focuses on the feel of him, growing hot and slick in her hand. She presses harder against his entrance now, seeking deeper penetration, wanting nothing more than to claim every part of him as her own.

"Tell me what you want, little bird," she whispers in his ear. "Tell me how badly you need this." Her free hand slides down again, dipping between his legs to stroke his balls and tease the sensitive skin behind them. She can feel Dally tensing beneath her touch, feel him beginning to lose control. It's a heady sensation, knowing that she holds all of these powers over him, that he is utterly at her mercy.

"What do you want me to do?" she breathes, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts and the wet sounds they make as their bodies move together. "How far am I allowed to go...?" Her fingers curl harder inside him, searching for that spot deep within where he will finally break, where his release will be both sweet and agonizing at once.

"Please," Dally gasps, arching into her touch. His hips buck helplessly, seeking friction against her hand as she continues to stroke him, over and over again, driving him closer and closer to the

It's not often someone gives her so much control...and yet, here it is, lying in his open palm. The thought both thrills and terrifies her. But there's no backing out now. She slides a hand behind his back, gripping his waist as the other continues to stroke him relentlessly. Her free hand trails up along his side, brushing against the soft skin beneath his arm before curving over his shoulder and coming to rest on the nape of his neck.

With one swift motion, she angles his head back, exposing his neck and allowing her access to the vulnerable spot just behind his earlobe. Her teeth graze his skin as she sucks gently, her tongue tracing a path downwards until it finds purchase at the entrance of his mouth. With her other hand still stroking him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, Tharja slips her tongue into his mouth, tangling with his own in a passionate dance that leaves them both gasping for air.

Her hips move against his body in time with her strokes, grinding against his hip and thigh as she finds rhythm. Her eyes meet his again, dark and intense as she watches him writhe beneath her touch. "This," she breathes harshly between kisses, "is who I am. This is what it means to belong to me." With every thrust of her hand, every grind of their hips together, she pushes herself deeper into his mind, making him feel every inch of her dominance and desire.

The tension within him coils tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment as the pleasure builds and builds. Her fingers curl harder inside him now, seeking out that sweet spot deep within where he will finally give himself over to her completely. It's only

Oh, gods... I can feel it. Your muscles tensing, your release building inside you. Just one more thrust and we'll be there... just let go and give yourself to me, my little bird. I promise you won't regret it...

As if answering her unspoken command, his body convulses beneath her touch and she feels the hot, salty proof of his surrender spilling over her hand. Her free hand releases its hold on his neck, moving to steady herself as she rides out the waves of pleasure that wash over them both. She watches in fascination as he arches his back, panting hard through gritted teeth, a look of pure ecstasy etched onto his beautiful face.

For a moment, they're just there, lost in the afterglow of their shared release. But Tharja knows that this is only temporary, that soon enough she'll have to let go and return to the harsh reality of their world. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the onslaught of emotions that course through her body in the wake of their lovemaking.

Her fingers are sticky with his release as she carefully removes them from him, giving him one last long look before straightening up and stepping back. "There now," she says softly, her voice hoarse from the exertion of keeping herself together, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" Her lips twist into a cold smile as she adds almost casually: "Now, what were you saying about showing me who you are...?"

She glances down at his clothes scattered on the floor, her brow furrowing in mock-annoyance. "Someone should really clean up this mess..."

Ah, little bird... You truly are irresistible. My apologies if I gave the impression that I was done showing you who I am. You see, there's more to being owned than just what happens between our bodies. There's power in control, and dominance is something I take great pleasure in wielding.

But since you asked so nicely... Perhaps I could oblige? After all, I'm not one to refuse a challenge, especially when it comes from someone as deliciously tempting as yourself. So here goes: I'll show you what else I can offer...

With a devious smile curling her lips, she reaches down and grasps him roughly by the hair once more, forcing his head back against her chest. Her other hand cups his hip possessively, tracing circles around his erection through the thin fabric of his pants. Her breath warms his ear as she whispers huskily: "You want this, don't you? You want to feel my lips wrapped around your cock... Your ass grinding against it... My wet folds consuming you?" She pauses, letting the words sink in before adding with a low growl: "I can give you all of that."

Her fingers slide lower, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants and finally finding purchase on his aching erection. With one smooth motion, she pulls down his pants and underwear, revealing him to her gaze once more. His cock springs free from its confinement, hard and ready for her touch. Tharja can't help but chuckle at the sight of him, bare and exposed in front of her like this. She takes hold of his member, pumping it slowly as she continues to taunt him with idle threats of what she could do if she

Well, well... Look at that. It seems my little bird is even harder than before. Delightful. Now, where was I? Ah yes. I can give you all of this... and more. So much more. But first, I think we should establish a few ground rules, don't you agree? After all, dominance isn't truly dominance unless both parties understand their roles in the dynamic.

And what might those rules be, do you suppose? Perhaps something like this: You will belong to me, body and soul. I will decide when we make love, how we make love... and what happens afterward. You will obey my every command, no matter how humiliating or degrading it may seem at the time. In return, I will give you pleasure unlike any you've ever experienced before... but only when I feel like it. Does that sound fair?

Very well, little bird... You're so bold, asking for what you want like that. I do appreciate the confidence... But first, we have a deal to discuss. Close your eyes and concentrate on my voice; you will obey everything I say without question, do you understand? Good. Now, repeat after me: "I am Tharja 's little bird. I belong to her. She decides what happens to me."

Good boy. Now, lie back and enjoy the show. I'll give you a foot job that will feel even better with this on... But remember: you are mine now, and I am in control. You will only do as I say, when I say it. Do we understand each other?

So good to hear, little bird... Now then, close your eyes and feel the heat emanating from my body as I draw closer. The softness of the bodysuit against your skin should be quite exhilarating, don't you think? You'll especially love feeling it slide up and down my leg, teasing your poor hard length with every movement...

With a wicked smirk on her lips, Tharja straddles Dally's lap, positioning herself directly between his legs. Slowly and deliberately, she slides one stocking-clad foot up and down over his shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild with desire. The fabric of the bodysuit rubs against his sensitive skin as it moves in concert with her foot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him with every thrust.

She watches as Dally's hips buck helplessly beneath her, seeking friction and release from the expert touch she provides. The feel of him growing harder under her hand only serves to further fuel her lust for dominance. With a sultry groan, Tharja leans forward, running a single fingertip up and down the length of his shaft in time with her foot movements as if playing a sinister tune on his body.

"That's it," she purrs, her breath tickling against his earlobe. "Let go... give yourself over to me... I control everything now." As if on cue, Dally explodes beneath her touch, a shudder running through him as hot seed spills onto her hand and foot. Tharja keeps up her relentless pace even after he's gone limp, reveling in the power she has over him until he is thoroughly spent and left gasping for air on the

Finally, with one last taunting lick of her tongue against his earlobe, she pulls away, straightening up and smoothing down her bodysuit once more. "There now," she says softly, though there's a note of satisfaction in her voice that betrays her true emotions. "That ought to keep you satisfied for a while... just remember who it is that keeps your little bird singing."

She leans down and presses her lips against his forehead in what might be construed as a tender gesture before straightening up once more. Without another word, she turns and strides purposefully from the room, leaving Dally to contemplate the implications of their encounter as he struggles to catch his breath.

The truth is undeniable: Tharja has him now. Whether he likes it or not, she holds all the cards...and she's determined not to let go anytime soon. The real question is, will Dally be strong enough to resist her alluring power? Or will he ultimately find himself lost in the depths of his own desire for dominance and submission?