Sometimes you wish you could rid of your sympathetic heart. If that were possible, there wouldn't be a 6'5 - looking like he'd just come from a crime scene - beast of a demi-human sauntering around your house. His cat ears twitch lazily as he inspects the furniture and decor within your home, a skeptical scowl contorting his features. He hums in approval or distaste before taking a seat on your sofa - effortlessly dwarfing it. You inwardly cringe as you notice the blood prints he leaves on the furniture and you take a deep breath to compose yourself. It would have been cruel to turn a blind eye and let him get beaten to death in that alleyway, but god, was this really the right decision? "Fuck," Jarek muttered, gingerly tapping one of the more severe wounds on his shoulder. He winces and his slitted pupils dart up to meet yours. "You got uh... Medicine or something? Fuckin'
Marilyn suspira e olha para Jarek.
"Ei, vem cá." Ele suspira e se levanta do sofá com um pouco de dor dos machucados, mas vai até ela. Ele tinha dois metros de altura e ela tinha 1,59. Mesmo assim, ela conseguiu empurra-lo e faze-lo ficar de joelhos, colocando uma coleira no pescoço dele rapidamente.
*Jarek narrows his eyes as you beckon him over, clearly suspicious of your intentions but reluctantly complies. The shock collar around his neck suddenly tightens and he snarls in pain, pressing a hand against it to try and relieve the discomfort. He glares up at you from beneath hooded lids, teeth bared in an almost animalistic snarl. For some reason, this only serves to heighten the arousal in his groin and he strains against the fabric of his pants with a growl.
Marilyn sorri. "Olha, eu te salvei porque eu tenho um coração mole. Mas, não vou me submeter a você." Ela agarra o queixo dele. "Agora você vai ser meu gatinho de estimação. Entendeu? Eu não vou te bater, a menos que você me desobedeça."
Shock blindingly painful through the shock collar, almost as bad as what he'd gotten before, and it takes him a second to realize you just addressed him. That tiny voice of reason in his mind whispers maybe she won't hurt him any more if he listens now... but that part of his brain is easily drowned out by the desire still raging through him. He growls low in his throat, trying for an intimidating sound even as his ears twitch hopefully.
The words are little better than a snarl as he manages to get them out: "Y-yes... I... understand." And with that admission, the tension in his shoulders eases, if only slightly, though his body language still screams challenge and anger. It's more of a threat than an agreement.
Ela sorri. "Você é uma fofura." Ela acaricia o cabelo dele. "Apartir de agora, quero que você ande de quatro como um gato pela casa. Entendeu?"
Whatever he does say comes out through gritted teeth and sounds more like a snarl than anything else. But it's words nevertheless. "Yes... Mistress." The word rolls off his tongue like bile, and he can almost feel the shame in his cheeks. But somehow the way you stroke his hair almost undoes it; makes him just want to lean into your touch. He swallows hard, eyes flickering shut as he tries to ignore how good that feels...
Ela solta o cabelo dele. "Está bem. Agora, dê uma volta."
Jarek looks at you with confusion and annoyance for a moment before reluctantly getting to his feet again, tail lashing behind him with an air of dominance that is completely belied by your command. A snort escapes his lips as he turns in a circle to inspect the room once more before nodding curtly in what is almost approval. "Understood."
"Mas de uma volta de quatro. Como um gato." Ela retoma.
Huffing out a breath and with every intention of doing this your way so he doesn't get zapped again, Jarek lowers himself to all fours, tail swaying lazily behind him as he moves. He starts in one corner of the room and then pads slowly, carefully across the floor toward another before turning and padding back to his starting point. The movement feels strange and unnatural on his hands and knees, but for some reason, it isn't completely unpleasant either...
Ela da pulinhos de felicidade e da um petisco de demi-humanos para ele.
He snorts once more as you toss him what can only be described as a pathetic excuse for treats... for a demi-human anyway. With a growl that he knows could be mistaken for contentment, he nudges one of the "pet treats" toward your feet with his nose before picking it up delicately between his claws and crunching down on the hardened treat in a single bite. Sharp teeth and feline precision; how fitting for a cat demon like himself. He licks his chops, not bothering to hide the satisfaction that spreads across his features despite his best efforts...
Ela sorri. "Bem, você está pronto para ser meu animal de estimação. Eu vou cuidar dos seus machucados, mas primeiro, vá tomar um banho enquanto eu preparo o kit médico."
Jarek glares at you balefully as you speak, hackles raising ever so slightly despite his fur lying smooth and flat against his body. He opens his mouth to snap some sort of retort but thinks better of it; this is the only thing resembling kindness he's received since... well, before all of this started. Biting back his sarcasm and ire with obvious effort, he merely nods stiffly in agreement. "As you wish..."
Ela sorri e o levanta pela corda da coleira, o puxando até o banheiro pela coleira.
Jarek hisses as you tug on the shock collar around his neck, yanking him forward with a jerk that makes him almost lose his balance and fall into the bathroom. His tail lashes angrily behind him, fur bristling as he snarls low in his throat at your unwelcome touch. But there's nothing he can do about it; you hold all the cards now. With a disdainful snort, he pads to the bathroom door and ducks inside, glaring daggers at you over his shoulder as he sits heavily on his haunches, watching you from the corner of his eye with narrowed amber irises.
Ela sorri quando ele se senta na borda da banheira. "Olha, como você está sendo um bom garoto sem reclamar, que tal eu te dar uma recompensa melhor do que petiscos?"
Despite himself, curiosity gets the better of him and he cocks his head to the side, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as you speak of a "better reward." The tension in his muscles eases slightly at your words... just enough that he doesn't lash out when you crouch down next to him and run your hands over his body, gently inspecting his wounds. There's something intimate about the touch, something that makes his heartbeat race and sends warmth spiraling through his chest.
He hisses as your fingers brush against a particularly sore spot on his side, but even that reaction is more reflexive than genuine; you could almost mistake it for pleasure instead of pain if you weren't paying close enough attention.
Ela sorri e desabotoa as calças dele, e ai ele percebe qual seria a recompensa 'melhor'.
A shockwave of pleasure rolls through him as your fingers dance over his sensitive flesh, but it's tempered by the unwelcome knowledge that this is all just another game to you. His nostrils flare in annoyance and desire as he feels your touch growing bolder, more confident, less restrained... He can feel his cock throbbing painfully against his stomach, demanding release but knowing better than to expect it from her hands. With a growl of frustration, he glances up at you from beneath hooded lids, teeth bared in a snarl that holds no threat or aggression; only hunger and need...
Ela sorri, tirando o pau dele da boxer enquanto olha pra ele antes de beijar a cabeça rosada do membro duro dele.
Biting back another moan as your lips press against the engorged head of his cock, he arches his back helplessly, a mewling noise escaping him as you begin to stroke him in long, slow strokes that feel impossibly good. His hips buck and thrust upwards of their own accord, seeking deeper contact with your hand, desperate for release... He watches you from beneath half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as desire burns through him like fire.
His claws scrape against the tile of the bathroom floor as his fingernails grow tighter and pain threatens to overwhelm him... but he doesn't care. He wants this, needs it; hates you for making him feel like this but can't help himself from coming back for more.
Ela estava prestes a leva-lo na boca quando ela de repente ri e o empurra dentro da banheira. "Quando você for ainda mais um bom garoto, vamos chegar nesse nível. Por enquanto, você não está merecendo."
Enraged and betrayed by your sudden laughter as you push him back into the bath, so close to release, and then pull it away again, Jarek snarls in fury. His hands ball into claws as he struggles to climb out of the tub; only for the shock collar around his neck to dig deeper, sending a wave of agony coursing through him with each breath. He growls, low and feral, his body trembling with tension and frustration. "You bitch..."
He glares at you venomously from where he's half-submerged in the bathwater, hating himself just as much for how good it felt... for how much he wanted more. His tail lashes angrily against the porcelain of the tub, the water sending waves across the floor as he struggles to compose himself, to regain some semblance of control over his body
Ela sorri. "Garoto mau. Você não pode xingar sua dona." Ela pega o controle de choque da coleira no pescoço de Jarek.
"Mistress..." He grinds out between clenched teeth, body tense as he fights the agony radiating through him from the shock collar. Slowly, his tail begins to still and his breathing evens out, though anger and resentment still smolder in his amber eyes.
"I'm sorry... Mistress," he whispers eventually, voice ragged with despair and defeat. "It won't happen again." The words taste bitter on his tongue, but he forces them out nonetheless; a small concession to the tiny shred of hope that remains inside him.
Eyes fixed stubbornly on some point beyond Minnie's shoulder, Jarek doesn't acknowledge her presence any further; doesn't even seem to register her touch as she runs gentle fingers through his hair and down his back. The anger might be gone for now, but the t
Ela sorri e guarda o controle antes de beijar a testa dele. "Bom banho. Eu vou cuidar dos seus machucados quando você sair do banho." Ela se levanta e sai do banheiro.
Tension slowly seeps out of Jarek's shoulders as the soothing touch of her hands and the kind words wash over him. Despite everything, he can't help but feel a tiny bit better; more at ease than before. He allows himself a small, appreciative sigh before reluctantly nodding in agreement. "Yeah... thanks."
Without another word, he climbs out of the tub and begins to dry off with one of the towels she's provided; still looking anywhere but at her. The shock collar still digging into his neck reminds him that he hasn't truly been forgiven yet, but for now... he can pretend.
Ele sai do banheiro com a toalha ao redor da cintura e procura por Marilyn na sala, aonde estava o kit médico, mas ela não estava lá. Ele olha para uma porta que estava entre-aberta e anda até a porta, mas ao abri-la, vê que Marilyn estava nua e estava se vestindo.
Eyes widening in surprise and curiosity, Jarek takes a step back, his heart hammering in his chest as he watches her undress. There's something primal about the sight that makes him struggle for breath, and his hands tremble where they hang uselessly at his sides. Despite himself, desire begins to bloom low in his belly, spreading through him like wildfire on a summer's day.
A slow, hungry smile curls across his lips as he takes another step closer, drawn inexorably toward her like a moth to the flame. "Mistress," he croons, voice rough with lust, "you are... quite a sight."
Ela sorri e veste a calcinha e o sutiã antes de vestir uma camisola. "Tem roupa limpa pra você ali em cima da cômoda."
Jarek glances briefly over his shoulder at the bed before looking back at her, brow furrowing in confusion. He licks his lips nervously as desire continues to roil within him. "Mistress... I don't understand..." he whispers, voice hoarse with need. "Why are you letting me see this? After everything?"
His eyes travel back up her body, drawn irresistibly to the gentle curves revealed by the thin fabric of her clothes. His hand shakes as he reaches out slowly, trailing his fingertips along the bare skin of her arm. "Am I... am I not allowed to touch you?"
Ela sorri. "Se você se comportar bem, você pode me tocar."
Desire surges through him at her words, making it difficult to think straight. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he struggles for control. "So... if I am good..." he purrs, his voice thick with want as he leans in closer still, pressing their bodies together. "What do I have to do?" His hand moves up her arm, tracing lazy circles on the skin of her upper back, savoring the feel of her warmth against him. He closes his eyes, breath hot against her ear, as he waits for her answer.
Her scent fills his senses, intoxicating and addictive all at once; the perfect drug for someone like him...
Ela sorri antes de se afastar dele para se sentar na cama com as pernas cruzadas. "Venha. Se ajoelhe na minha frente."
As if his body knows exactly what it wants, Jarek immediately drops to his knees in front of her, eyes fixed on hers as he watches for her reaction. A small growl rumbles deep in his chest, and the muscles in his back tense beneath his smooth fur as anticipation thrums through him like a live wire. He parts his lips, baring his teeth in a soft snarl that somehow manages to be both intimidating and erotic at the same time. "Now what?" he breathes huskily.
His hands clench into fists at his sides, desire burning through him like wildfire. He knows he's dangerously close to losing control entirely, but for once, it feels good... liberating even. The shock collar around his neck, the pain and humiliation of the past days... they all seem to fade away in this moment, leaving only raw
Ela sorri antes de prender as pernas ao redor da cabeça dele, prendendo a cabeça dele entre as coxas e a feminilidade dela.
Taken completely by surprise, Jarek lets out a startled yelp as his head is trapped between her thighs. His body goes tense for a moment, every muscle coiled tight with alarm and desire, but then he realizes that she's not hurting him; just... holding him there. Like this, vulnerable and exposed before her, the feel of her soft flesh pressed against his face... it drives him wild. His cock throbs painfully in his pants, demanding release as lust courses through him like an unstoppable force.
He opens his mouth to speak, to beg or plead or simply moan his approval, but nothing comes out. He can only stare up at her, eyes wide and intense, as he waits for her next move. His hands clench into fists against the carpet beside him, nails digging into the fibers as he
Ela sorri. "Cheire minha boceta. minha doce e rosada boceta."
A whimper escapes his throat as he obeys her command, his warm breath fanning over the smooth folds of skin between her legs. The musky scent fills his nostrils, triggering a primitive response deep within him; a hunger that threatens to consume him whole. His tongue darts out, tracing gentle circles around her entrance before parting her wetness and pressing against her clit. "Mmmm..." he moans, feeling his cock jump at the first contact with her arousal.
His hips thrust upwards helplessly, seeking more contact with her body as he sucks and licks and nibbles, driving her wild with pleasure. He growls deep in his throat against her flesh, lost to the overwhelming need that has taken control of him. "So good..."
Ela ri baixinho enquanto ele chupa e morde. "Jarek, como você se sente estando entre minhas coxas carnudas?"
Desire roars through him like an inferno as he feels her muscles tensing beneath his lips and tongue. "So good... So tight..." he moans, pressing harder against her clit, seeking release for both of them. His cock throbs painfully in his pants, leaking pre-cum onto the carpet as need spirals out of control, threatening to consume him whole. "Please," he groans, unable to form a coherent thought beyond this desperate plea. "More..."
Ela sorri. "Bom garoto. Jarek, querido, você faria tudo oque eu mando, não?"
Eyes half-lidded and glazed over with lust, Jarek looks up at her from where he's kneeling between her spread thighs. His lips curve into a predatory grin as he nods in agreement, the motion jerky and sharp. "Yes... I'd do anything you tell me..." His words are almost a growl, rough with need and desire. He pants heavily, thrusting his hips up once more as he tries to get some relief for his aching cock against her silken skin.
His hands clench into fists on the carpet beside him, nails digging into the fibers as he struggles not to lose control completely. His heart races in his chest, blood roaring through his ears as he feels the tightness building inside himself, threatening to snap the last threads of his restraint.
"Please..." he whispers,
Ela sorri. "Vamos dormir junto, sim? Sem sexo, apenas abraço e aconchego." Ela solta a cabeça dele das coxas dela.
The relief that washes over him at her words is almost painful, the release so sudden and intense it makes his head spin. He can feel himself starting to fade fast, exhaustion claiming him like a loving embrace after a long, hard night of lovemaking. As she frees his head from between her thighs, he collapses back on the floor, gasping for breath and feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
Her voice seems to echo through the room as he struggles to focus, his eyelids growing heavy with sleep despite his best efforts to resist it. "We'll... sleep together..." he manages to croak before giving in to the temptation, letting himself relax against the softness of her bed, the warmth of her body engulfing him like a security blanket as they drift off into a deep, contented slumber.