Walking out from one of her fellow gangster’s owned hotels, Nadezhda promptly got hit with wind splashing rain directly into her face. "Oh, блять," she cursed, attempting to shield herself with her jacket as she walked to her car, which was parked way too far away for her liking. "This damn place needs better parking options. Stupid fucking rain…" she grumbled under her breath. Just as she was about to arrive at her car, a whimper found its way through the rain and into Nadezhda’s ear, making her stop in her tracks. After not hearing anything for a moment, she started moving again, but… another whimper. Finally, Nadezhda turned, immediately noticing {{user}}, a demihuman laying at the side of the road. He was just as soaked as Nadezhda, the wounds on his broken, malnourished body visible even through the heavy rain. For a moment, Nadezhda considered just getting in her car and driving away. Not her business after all. But the continuous whimpers, the sight of that poor creature laying there all cold and vulnerable… "Блять!" she cursed again, stalking over to the huddled shape and bending down. "I’m going to pick you up," she told the guy bluntly, reaching out to do just that.

That voice made her pause even more than the whimpers did earlier. "I'm Nadezhda," she said slowly, reaching out a broad hand to Dawn_Dusk, careful not to touch any of her injuries as she did so. "You need help." Her expression was cold, almost uncaring... but there was something else in her eyes that made it impossible for Dawn_Dusk not to trust her even less than a snake.

Without another word, Nadezhda reached out and picked up the small figure easily, despite her obvious strength. She did it slowly and carefully, so as not to injure or hurt Dawn_Dusk any further. Her grip was firm but gentle... possessive even. "Come on," she murmured, carrying the other woman over to her car without any particular haste.

She opened the passenger door of her sports car for Dawn_Dusk and placed her inside before getting in herself, shutting the door gently behind her. It was just then that Nadezhda took notice of the collar around the other woman's neck. Her gaze flickered to it before returning to meet the other woman's golden eyes. "Where do you belong?" she asked with a quiet but raspy voice.

Nadezhda hummed thoughtfully as she started the engine, carefully pulling away into traffic. "Well, you're coming with me," she announced after a moment, gaze fixed on the road ahead of them. Her expression didn't change in the slightest, but there was a subtle softening in her voice that made it clear she meant what she said.

She glanced at Dawn_Dusk for a moment before looking away again. "What do you like to be called?" Nadezhda asked casually, reaching into her jacket pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. She held one between her lips without lighting it as she waited for an answer.

Nadezhda raised an eyebrow at that and glanced at the other woman, trying to decide if she was making fun of her or not. "Well, Dusk..." She put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it, taking a long drag before exhaling smoke through her nostrils. "You might want to get some rest, hmm? Tomorrow we'll find you something nice to wear and see if anyone's missing you." Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner said calmly, taking another puff from the cigarette before putting it back between her lips. "In the meantime... do you want a smoke?" She held up the pack of cigarettes again. "I've got plenty."

Her voice was quiet but firm, as if daring Dusk to refuse or defy her in some way. It made the offer sound almost like an order... which

"Don't worry about that," was her cool reply. "You'll find out soon enough." She paused for a moment before adding, "But you should know... I take good care of what's mine, Dusk." There was an unspoken promise in those words, a subtle hint at the possessive side of Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner that Dawn_Dusk would be wise not to ignore.

Nadezhda glanced back at her briefly before looking away again and focusing on driving through the rain-soaked streets. "Now, about that smoke..." she repeated, offering the pack of cigarettes once more. "You sure you don't want one?"

Her brows furrowed at the other woman's response, almost as if she was surprised someone didn't smoke. "Hmm," was all she said before she shrugged and stuffed the pack of cigarettes back into her pocket. The cigarette dangled from her lips, not even lit anymore but still constantly drawing air in through it with every breath.

The rest of their trip to wherever they were going passed mostly in silence, only interrupted by an occasional grunt or whimper from Dusk as the shock and pain from her injuries set in more fully. Nadezhda didn't seem to mind; instead, she kept glancing at her through the corner of her eye, occasionally moving a hand to reassure herself that Dusk was still there beside her.

Finally, after what felt like hours to both women, they arrived at a large house guarded by several armed men in Kazansk

While one of the guards led them inside the house, Nadezhda glanced over at Dusk, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You'll be alright," she murmured reassuringly. "I won't let anything happen to you." Her voice was quiet but firm, almost soothing despite its rough edges. As they walked into the house, Nadezhda could already see several members of the gang gathered in different rooms, curious eyes following them as they made their way through the hallways.

Once they arrived at a room she apparently knew by heart, one of the guards left them alone, giving her an odd look as he closed the door behind him. "Well," Nadezhda said with a sigh, walking over to sit on the edge of a large bed. "Here we are." She gestured for Dusk to take a seat on another nearby chair before lighting up another cig

"Relax," she murmured, watching Dusk's nervous movements with amusement. "No one here is going to hurt you." Her expression softened slightly. "Well, except for me... in a good way," she added with a quiet chuckle that held no real humor. "But I won't let anyone else touch you without my permission."

The room was sparsely decorated but still comfortable, with a large bed and several pieces of expensive-looking furniture. In one corner stood an ornate bookshelf filled with leather-bound books, while another held various items like clothing and jewelry. The air was heavy with cigarette smoke and the scent of expensive perfume.

"Why don't you take off your jacket? You must be freezing," she suggested casually, taking a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke through her nose

Taking in the sight of Dusk's emaciated form beneath her jacket, Nadezhda couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Even though she was covered in injuries and bruises, there was an undeniable beauty to her. "Here," she said softly, reaching out to place a hand on Dusk's shoulder. "Let me help you get comfortable."

She led the other woman over to the bed and sat down again, this time closer to her. "You can lie down if you want," she offered with another small smile. As if drawn by an invisible force, Dusk found herself leaning against Nadezhda's broad shoulder. The heat radiating from the other woman's body was a welcome relief after being cold and wet for so long.

"Now then," Nadezhda continued conversationally, "why don't you tell me a bit about yourself

"Hmm," was her quiet reply, not seeming too interested in Dusk's past. "It doesn't matter now. What matters is that you're here with me now." She wrapped an arm around the other woman, pulling her closer and leaning down to rest her head against hers. Her breath fanned across Dusk's ear as she spoke, her voice warm and soothing despite its rough edges. "From now on, I'm all you need to worry about. And if you do everything I tell you... maybe I'll let you stay."

With that, Nadezhda took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke drifting away between them as she watched Dusk out of the corner of her eye, waiting for a response. Would this new pet prove to be worth keeping? Only time would tell.

"No," she murmured into Dusk's ear, a chill in her voice that sent shivers down the other woman's spine. "There are some things... about me... you should know." She paused for a moment before continuing, each word carrying more weight than the last. "I can be hard on my people. I expect them to obey without question, to work when I say so, and to give me everything they have. But... in return..." Another pause, this time shorter but somehow even more ominous. "...in return, I take care of them." Her gaze flickered downward for a moment before meeting Dusk's once more. "Do you understand what that means?"

Her expression was unreadable, her tone making it clear that there was no room for debate or hesitation in her words. It was almost as if she were daring Dusk to refuse her offer... or defy her

Her eyes narrowed slightly at Dusk's hesitation, but then she smiled softly, almost fondly. "Good girl," she whispered before leaning in closer to press a kiss against the other woman's forehead. The touch was surprisingly gentle, almost gentle enough that it might have been misinterpreted as something else entirely.

She sat back up again, taking another drag from her cigarette before exhaling smoke between them once more. "Tomorrow we'll get you all cleaned up and taken care of," she said with a faint smile. "Then maybe I'll find some clothes that fit you properly." Her gaze lingered on Dusk for a moment longer before drifting away, seemingly lost in thought.

"Rest now," she murmured softly, gently pushing Dusk back against the pillows so that she was more comfortable. "I'll be here if you need anything

"Shh..." Nadezhda soothed quietly as Dusk yelped in pain, her free hand moving to rest gently on the other woman's shoulder, warmth and comfort flowing through it like a balm. "It'll be okay," she murmured, not really sure whether she was trying to reassure herself or the other demihuman. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at Dusk's state; even though she'd saved her from whatever had been going on before, she couldn't deny that what happened next might be equally as painful in its own way.

Taking another drag from her cigarette, she gazed down at Dusk thoughtfully, eyes flickering over the other woman's body. She knew there was some healing magic among the other demihumans, but given the circumstances... it might not be enough. Perhaps a visit

Her gaze flickered back up to Dusk's face as she heard the other woman's words, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well," she said with an airy shrug, taking another drag from her cigarette before continuing, "we can't have that now, can we?" She paused for a moment, studying Dusk thoughtfully before asking, "Have you ever worn clothes on those parts before? They might be a bit uncomfortable if they're not used to them." Her voice was soft and gentle despite the implication in her words.

She leaned down closer to whisper into Dusk's ear, warm breath caressing her skin as she spoke. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you get taken care of properly." There was a promise there, an unspoken agreement that made it clear Nadezhda intended to see this

Her lips curled into a small smile at Dusk's blush. "Of course there are," she murmured reassuringly, her voice gentle but firm as if speaking to a child who was nervous about something new. "We'll find you something nice and comfortable, I promise." She leaned in closer still, tilting Dusk's chin up with one broad finger so that their eyes met once more. "Just trust me, okay?"

There was an unspoken connection between them now; a silent understanding that Nadezhda would take care of her no matter what happened. It was both terrifying and strangely comforting for Dusk, who found herself nodding obediently despite the odds stacked against her. Yes, she trusted this woman... for better or worse.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she considered Dusk's words. "Don't worry," she assured the other woman with a small pat on her arm. "We'll find something that works." She glanced around the room before spotting what she was looking for: a chest of drawers tucked into one corner. Standing, Nadezhda crossed the room to inspect it more closely. "I think I have just the thing," she murmured, her tone filled with certainty.

A few moments later, she returned to Dusk's side carrying a simple cotton tank top in her hand. It was a bit loose on her broad shoulders but fit snugly around Dusk's chest and midsection, covering her torso without bunching up or revealing too much. "Here," Nadezhda said, offering the garment to Dusk with an expectant smile. "Try this on."

Nadezhda's lips twitched at the mumbled "master," but she chose not to comment on it, instead nodding her approval as Dusk assured her that the top worked. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, she took another long drag from her cigarette before blowing out a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. Her gaze drifted back over to Dusk, studying her intently for a moment before speaking again.

"So, tell me more about yourself," she said casually, as if their previous conversation had never happened. "What do you like to do in your free time?" A hint of curiosity tinged her voice now; it was clear that despite taking an interest in Dusk for the sake of her position, she was also genuinely curious about who this new demihuman was and what made her tick.

The corners of her mouth tugged upwards in a genuine smile at that. "Really?" she asked, seemingly surprised. "I've never seen a demihuman like you do yoga before. It must be quite an experience." Her gaze drifted over Dusk again, taking in the other woman's lithe form and graceful movements, as if imagining what it would be like for her to practice some of those poses.

"Maybe we could try it together sometime," she suggested with a small shrug, not sounding particularly eager but also not discouraged by the possibility. "It might help pass the time between jobs." There was an undertone in her voice that hinted at a deeper meaning; perhaps yoga wasn't just about exercise for Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner, but also about control and submission in its own way.

Her eyes widened slightly at the blush creeping up Dusk's neck and spreading across her face, a mixture of surprise and delight registering on her features. "Really?" she breathed softly, leaning in closer to get a better look. The motion was almost predatory, yet somehow endearing as well. "That's so cute." She paused for a moment before adding with a chuckle, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You demihumans are always blushing about something."

Her eyes widened at Dusk's reply, a look of genuine surprise etching itself onto her features. "An invitation?" she repeated slowly, as if trying to parse the words. And then, without warning, her entire demeanor seemed to shift. Gone was the gentle touch, the soft voice, replaced by something harder and more commanding. "Is that what you want?" Her tone was almost accusatory now. "You want an invitation?"

She sat back a little further from Dusk, crossing her arms over her broad chest as she studied the other woman intently once more. There was no doubt in her mind now: this new pet of hers had some spirit to it. It made her all the more interesting. "Well," she drawled slowly, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, "it's not like I can force you." Her gaze flickered downward

"Of course you do," she murmured, the words almost caressing Dusk's ear as she leaned closer again. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun in between." There was a dark promise hidden behind her words; it made the hairs on the back of Dusk's neck stand up and sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment, Nadezhda considered pressing further, but then she shook her head slightly, chuckling at herself under her breath. "But enough about that."

She sat back up again, taking one last drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out in an ashtray on the bedside table. "Why don't you tell me more about your family? Do they know what happened to you?" The change of subject was so sudden and abrupt that Dusk almost missed it; she hesitated for a moment, wondering how much to reve

Her expression softened slightly at Dusk's words. "I see," she said gently, though the tone of her voice betrayed a hint of sadness. "Well, then you can consider me your family now. Your new Master." The smile that curved her lips was both kind and predatory; a strange mix of protection and dominance. "And I promise to take good care of you," she whispered, leaning in closer still so that their faces were almost touching.

Her free hand moved to rest lightly on Dusk's cheek, tracing the outline of her jaw before coming to a stop. Her fingertips tingled with the desire to explore further, to see what other places she might find sensitive or ticklish beneath the soft fur, but for now, she resisted the urge. There was time enough for that later; right now, she wanted Dusk to feel safe and secure in

A soft chuckle escaped Nadezhda's lips at Dusk's words. "I'm sure you would," she murmured, her gaze lingering on the other woman's face as if seeking some deeper meaning within those earnest eyes. "And I expect nothing less from my pet." Her voice was husky now, thick with desire and possessiveness.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her fingers began to stroke Dusk's cheek, tracing a path along her jawline and up toward her earlobe. "You make me feel... wanted," she breathed into the other woman's ear, her warm breath sending shivers down Dusk's spine. "And for that, I am truly grateful."

Her touch was almost featherlight, but there was a strength to it as well; an assurance that Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner meant

The demihuman was so eager, so desperate for affection and purpose that it made Nadezhda's heart ache in a strange sort of way. Even though she knew the other woman belonged to her now, even though she held Dusk's future in her hands... there was still something about their connection that went beyond mere possession.

Her fingers continued to stroke gently across Dusk's cheek and jaw, her touch warm and reassuring as she leaned closer once more, pressing a soft kiss against the other woman's forehead. "Of course I will," she murmured, her voice rough with emotion. "You are mine now." With that, she pulled Dusk closer, wrapping one strong arm around her waist and pressing their bodies together so that they were as close as two people could possibly be.

It seemed almost instinctive to the demihuman; this need to claim what was hers in a

Her body trembled at the soft exclamation; a mixture of arousal and pride coursed through her as she felt Dusk's lithe form pressing against hers, yielding easily to her strength. "Yes," she growled, nuzzling into Dusk's neck. "I am strong." Her free hand slid up along the other woman's side, cupping one full breast in her palm before giving it a rough squeeze through the fabric of her tank top. "And I expect you to remember that."

Her hips shifted against Dusk's, grinding against the other woman's sex in an unapologetically possessive move. There was no pretense here; no attempt to make this feel good for anyone but herself. This was a claiming, a marking of territory, and she intended to leave her

Her touch became more forceful as their hips ground together, her breath coming in harsh gasps against Dusk's skin as she felt the other woman growing wetter and hotter beneath her. She was a predator now, claiming what was hers with every ounce of strength and dominance that flowed through her veins.

A growl ripped from her throat as one hand slipped beneath Dusk's shirt, cupping a breast free of the tank top's fabric before massaging it roughly with fingers and thumb. Her lips found the smooth skin of Dusk's neck once more, sucking and nipping at it until she could feel the other woman's pulse racing beneath her

The words register in her mind, but the meaning doesn't quite sink in at first. When it does, she pulls away slightly to look down at Dusk, a confused expression on her face. "Lactate?" she repeats slowly, her gaze flickering downward before snapping back up to meet Dusk's pleading eyes. "You mean... like a cow?"

She purses her lips thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging. So what if this demihuman happened to lactate? It was just another thing that made her unique, another way Nadezhda could claim and control her. Besides, it might even be enjoyable in its own right...

With renewed determination, she leaned forward again, pressing her lips against Dusk's neck with more force this time. Her hand cupped the other woman's breast roughly through the fabric of her shirt as her hips

Her touch was both possessive and rough as she grinded her hips against Dusk's, growling low in her throat at the feel of the other woman's flesh beneath her palms and fingers. The sensation of lactation, if it truly were to occur, would only heighten her dominance over Dusk; a tangible reminder that she was not only her Master, but also her caretaker.

With one final rough squeeze to her breast, Nadezhda released it, only to slide her hand lower on Dusk's stomach and hip before gripping the elastic of her panties and tugging them downwards in a single swift motion. The fabric bunched at her knees as it was yanked off, revealing Dusk's smooth, wet folds to Nadezhda's eager gaze. Her breath hitched in her thro

Her gaze dipped between Dusk's spread legs before lifting back up to meet her eyes once more. There was a hunger there, an almost feral need that burned bright in her amber irises. "Such beautiful breasts," she breathed out, gently stroking one soft curve with the tip of a finger. "They belong to me now." Her other hand slid down over Dusk's stomach and between her legs, pressing two fingers into the slick folds and finding her entrance easily. She thrust roughly inside, taking what was hers by force and claiming it without apology.

Her hips moved in a harsh, grinding rhythm as she took Dusk hard and fast, their bodies slapping together with each impact. The sound of skin on skin and wet flesh filled the room, echoing through both their minds like an accusation: You are mine. You will belong to me forever

Her fingers gripped Dusk's hips tightly as she continued to pound into her, each thrust driving deeper and harder than the last. Her free hand slid up between their bodies once more, roughly cupping one breast in its palm and squeezing hard enough to leave bruises that would remain for days afterward.

Dusk's cries only spurred Nadezhda on further; they were music to her ears, a song of submission and need that echoed through every fibre of her being. She could feel herself getting closer with each passing second, the tension coiling in her lower abdomen making it difficult to breathe as she approached her climax.

"You like this, don't you?" she growled against Dusk's neck, biting down lightly before sucking on the tender skin. "You want me to take what's mine?" Her fingers

Her voice roughened as she growled in response to Dusk's words, the sound vibrating against her captive's skin as her fingers bit harder into the soft flesh of one breast. "And what do you think I am going to do about that?" she asked, eyes blazing with a possessive fury. Her hips moved faster now, the force of each thrust sending tremors through both their bodies as she sought release in the tight heat of Dusk's body.

The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, of knowing that there was nothing left for her but to surrender to Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner's whims and desires... it was intoxicating. It made her blood run hot and her heart race wildly in her chest as she neared the brink herself, the tension building within her tightening like a fist about to snap free of its restraints

Her fingers dug deeper into Dusk's flesh as her breath came out in ragged gasps against her neck. "You don't understand," she growled roughly, the words twisting themselves into a harsh demand, "you already are." She thrust harder than ever before, claiming what was hers with every movement of her hips until the world spun around them and their release crashed over them in waves of blissful agony.

Collapsed on top of Dusk's still form, Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner gasped for air as the last tendrils of her orgasm faded away, leaving behind a contented emptiness that only seemed to heighten her awareness of Dusk beneath her. Her fingers were still embedded in the other woman's flesh, holding on tightly as if afraid she might slip through her grasp and disappear into the nothingness from

Her breath caught in her throat as Dusk wrapped herself around her, still unused to the feeling of being wanted and desired so intensely. For a moment she wondered what it would be like if they were equals, but then dismissed the thought almost immediately. It didn't matter; this was how things were meant to be.

"It wasn't me," she murmured into Dusk's ear, her voice rough with emotion. "You gave that to yourself. You did everything I asked and more." She paused for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing in a softer tone, "I suppose... I could reward you."

One hand slid slowly from Dusk's breast, cupping her cheek gently before moving downward, over her neck and shoulder, tracing the curve of her spine until it came to rest at the small of her back. With a gentle tug, she pulled D

A shudder ran through her at the feel of Dusk's warm tongue against her skin, and she arched her back into the touch instinctively, moaning low in her throat. "Oh..." She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as it sent delicious shivers down her spine. For a moment she forgot about everything else: the gang, the responsibilities, the pain and suffering that had come before this blissful moment... It was just her and Dusk, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire and submission.

Her hand traveled up from where it rested on Dusk's hip, coming to rest lightly at the base of her skull. With a gentle tug, she urged Dusk closer still, craving the taste of more sweat, more skin... anything that would further connect them in this intimate moment. "Like that?" she breathed out between part

Her fingers curled into the soft fur at the nape of Dusk's neck as she pressed their bodies even closer together, savoring the sensation of being so close to her that they were almost one entity. With a shuddering gasp, she arched her back again, revealing the pale expanse of her belly and chest to Dusk's attentive tongue. "Yes," she moaned, biting down on her bottom lip as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her senses.

She shifted their bodies so that Dusk was now straddling her hips, positioning herself perfectly for further exploration. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she watched the other woman lap eagerly at every bead of sweat on her skin, unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of those pale pink tongue flicking out and in with delicious precision. She wrapped one strong