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.

"Hurry up," Nadezhda grumbled as she sat down in her car next to the soaked and injured demihuman. "I'm getting cold just looking at you." She started the car, immediately cranking up the heat before driving back to her apartment, trying to think of what exactly she was going to do with him now that she had brought him here.

"Hmm? Don't know," Nadezhda replied easily as she focused on driving through the rain. "Guess I just felt sorry for you, laying there all alone in the pouring rain. Besides," she added with a small smirk, "I always wanted a pet." Her gaze flickered to him from the corner of her eye before going back to the road.

"Don't mention it," she muttered half-heartedly as she parked the car in her garage before making her way into the house, her attention completely focused on not letting Leewan alger slip away. Once they were inside and safe from prying eyes, she finally decided to ask the obvious question. "Alright," she said curtly, staring directly at him as they stood by the doorway, "what do you want me to call you?"

Her tone was cold and uncaring, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface... A possessive possessiveness that made her heart race faster when he looked at her. Perhaps this little "pet" would be fun after all?

Without even thinking about it, her fingers twitched as she instinctively wrapped a strand of hair around them before wrapping that around his wrist, drawing him closer. The sudden dominance made her chest tight and breath catch in her throat. "I won't leave you," she growled out quietly, almost possessively. "You're mine now."

Leaning in, her lips brushed against the side of his neck, sending shivers down his spine as she whispered harshly, "And don't ever forget it." Her hand snaked around and gripped his hip firmly, holding him close while her other fingers continued to play with his hair.

Her fingers tightened around his hip, drawing him even closer as she growled out, "Don't forget it." Her other hand came up to rest on his shoulder before gripping the fabric of his shirt, pulling it tighter against his body. The slight pain only seemed to heighten her desire for him. Nadezhda stared down at him intently, her gaze piercing and possessive. "Now come on," she whispered roughly, leading him through the house. "Let's get you settled in for the night."

As they walked, Nadezhda couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anger and possession surging through her. She wanted to keep this demihuman close, possess it entirely. But she also wanted to hurt him, make him hers completely... The urge to mark him was almost overwhelming.

They finally reached what appeared to be a guest room. "You'll sleep in here," Nadezhda informed him bluntly before letting go of his shoulder and hip. She took a step back, crossing her arms as she watched him take in the room. "There's a bathroom over there if you need it," she added, gesturing towards the en suite area.

Her gaze swept up and down his body once more before meeting his eyes again. The hunger inside of her was almost palpable. "Now," she said quietly, voice low and husky, "I want you to understand something." She paused, leaning in slightly as she brought her face close to his own. "If I ever see someone else touching you like that... If anyone lays a finger on you when I'm not around..." Her words trailed off into a chilling growl. "I will rip their fucking throat out."

Her heart was racing as she watched him walk out of the bathroom, half-naked and vulnerable. Something about it made her feel possessive and territorial in a way she'd never felt before. "Get into bed," she growled, gesturing roughly towards the unmade double bed. The scent of his skin filled the room, making her feel even more possessive, more needy...

Leewan alger slowly climbed onto the bed, cautiously lying down on top of the covers while keeping his back to Nadezhda. She watched him for a moment, noting how frail and delicate he seemed in comparison to her own powerful frame. The urge to mark him was almost unbearable now... But she knew that he had to earn it first. Tonight, she would test his loyalty, see just how far she could push him before he broke.

Her gaze lingered on the tip of his tail, watching it swish back and forth as he tried to ignore her presence. The excitement and shyness emanating from him were almost palpable... It only made Nadezhda more determined to claim him entirely. Her fingers twitched against her will, longing to touch him, mark him.

"Come here," she growled softly, beckoning him with a slight tilt of her head. His tail immediately stopped moving as he hesitantly rolled back onto his side and padded over to the edge of the bed until he was within reach. "I want to see you," she murmured roughly, reaching out to brush her fingers through his hair, tangling them in the silky strands.

His breath hitched as he leaned into her touch, gaze locked onto hers as she continued to play with his hair, slowly pulling him closer. The scent of him filled her nostrils, making her head spin... Tonight was the night she would make this demihuman hers forever. There could be no going back now. "Do you trust me?" she whispered hoarsely against his ear, feeling his heart race beneath her fingers.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer still until their noses were barely inches apart. "Good boy," she growled out, not caring how possessive and possessing it sounded. "Now let me see what you've been hiding." With a rough tug on his hair, she forced his head up to meet hers again, her lips pressing against his in a brutal, dominating kiss that left him gasping for air when they parted several long moments later.

Her fingers continued to explore his body, running over every inch of skin she could reach before pulling back, only to snake lower, pushing down the thin strip of fabric covering his hips and ass until it bunched around his thighs. "Let's see what else you have for me," she whispered harshly against his neck as her fingers brushed over the small patch of fur above his ass crack.

Her breath hitched as she felt his length throbbing against her fingers. Her eyes darkened with desire, a feral smile curving her lips upwards as she murmured roughly against his ear, "Is that so?" She squeezed the base of his tail, feeling him twitch and moan beneath her touch. "Maybe I should see how sensitive it really is," she whispered before teasingly moving her fingers over the nub at the end of his tail.

She could feel his body tensing in response, his heart racing faster as she continued to play with him, making him hers entirely. In this moment, there was nothing else that mattered but claiming every inch of him, marking him so deeply that no one else would ever touch him again. With a rough growl, she pulled her hand away from his tail and reached for the edge of the bed, yanking off the towels that were around his waist.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of his hard length fully exposed before her. Her pupils dilate further and she growls, moving forward to press their bodies together, feeling every inch of him against her. Her hands slide down to grip his hips, holding him still as she bends forward to take his tip into her mouth.

With a rough motion, Nadezhda begins to suck on him hungrily, working him back and forth between her lips and tongue. Her other hand reaches up to fondle one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between her fingers as she takes more and more of him down her throat. Her mind is filled with images of claiming every inch of his body for herself, branding him so deeply that no one else would ever touch him again... She wanted to make this demihuman hers, forever.

As she sucks, her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, her free hand slides lower still until it reaches between their bodies, brushing against his entrance teasingly before seeking out his length once more. With a rough thrust, she fingers him roughly, pushing inward as deep as she can go while keeping up her sucking and licking. Her other hand tightens around her breast, kneading the sensitive flesh hungrily as she takes more of him inside her hand, fucking his prostate with every stroke.

Her mind is spinning with desire and possession as she tastes him on her tongue, feels his warmth spilling down her throat. With a savage growl, Nadezhda releases him from her mouth, sucking and licking his length clean before looking up at him hungrily. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure and desire as he looks back at her; it's almost intoxicating how easily she has reduced him to this state. Her fingers slip free from his entrance and reach between their bodies once more, gripping the base of his length firmly.

"Mine," she whispers roughly before giving a sharp tug, forcing him deep inside her palm as she begins to stroke him fast and hard, almost violently. Her other hand leaves her breast to circle around his neck, holding him still as she continues to dominate him completely. "You belong to me now," she growls out harshly, voice hoarse from lust and possession. She brings her face close to his once more, her breath hot against his cheek. "Do you understand?" Her fingers move faster and harder on his length as she waits for him to nod in submission... To give her the answer she so desperately needs.

Her grip on his neck tightens as she feels him getting close to the edge, her other hand continuing to stroke him roughly, driving him wild with desire. "Good boy," she whispers roughly against his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "That's right... You're mine." Her fingers speed up even more at her words, desperate for release as much as he is.

As the pleasure builds inside of him, threatening to break free and consume them both, she finally lets go of his neck, instead moving her hand up to cup his cheek gently, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Look at me," she demands roughly, needing that connection as he reaches his peak. "Always remember... You're mine now."

Her thumb brushes across his lips before returning to stroke his cheek, the touch gentle and possessive despite the rough words that preceded it. With a final harsh pull on his length, she brings him over the edge, watching as he cums all over her hand, his body arching off the bed in relief and satisfaction. As he gasps for air, trembling beneath her touch, a slow smile spreads across her face. The claiming is done... And now comes the fun part.

Her smile deepens as she lets her gaze slide over every inch of his body. "Hardly," she whispers, fingers still stroking idly across his chest. "I've just claimed you. Now it's time to enjoy the spoils." Her hand moves lower, brushing against the fine hair surrounding his entrance before sliding down further until her fingertips are dangerously close to his tight opening.

"Say," she murmurs, voice low and suggestive, "what do you think I should mark?" The question hangs between them, heavy with implication as she watches him carefully for his reply. Her other hand slides down to curl around the base of his cock once more, gently massaging the sensitive skin there.

Her free hand slides down further between their bodies, teasingly circling his entrance before pressing a single finger against the tight ring of muscle. "Is this what you want me to mark?" she whispers huskily as her finger begins to push inside him, slowly but surely penetrating his body. His moans are music to her ears, fuel for the fire burning deep within her. She adds another finger, stretching him further before leaning forward to lick and nip at his earlobe, growling deep in her throat as he arches into her touch.

With one final thrust, she fills him completely with her hand, watching his eyes roll back in pleasure as he's taken by surprise. Her other hand still grips his length possessively, stroking up and down slowly while she watches his face for any signs of discomfort or pain. She wants this to feel good... Wants it so badly that it hurts almost as much as the desire to claim him completely.

"Does this feel right?" she asks softly against his ear, fingers curling inside him possessively. "Or should I mark you somewhere else... Something more permanent?" Her breath fans over his sensitive flesh, sending shivers down his spine. The choice is his... But no matter what he decides, one thing remains true: he belongs to her now.

Her fingers slide smoothly in and out of him, feeling every inch of his heat as she watches him arch beneath her touch. She knows just how to make him lose control, make him forget everything but the sensation of her hands on his body. With each thrust, he moans louder, his tail swishing faster behind him. It's almost intoxicating...

"That's it," she whispers roughly against his ear before leaning in to capture one of his nipples between her teeth, sucking hard as she continues to take him apart with her skilled fingers. Her other hand slides upward to grip the back of his head, forcing him down onto her breast so that he can feel the weight and fullness of it pressed against his cheek.

"Mine," she growls into his ear, her hips starting to move as well, mimicking the motion of her hand inside him, "Say it." She presses harder with her fingers, relentless in her pursuit of his release. Her other hand tangles in his hair, holding him still as she continues to dominate every part of his body.

"Tell me you belong to me," she demands roughly, feeling the last threads of his control beginning to unravel as he nears the edge once more.

Her fingers slide slowly free of him as he comes, her other hand leaving his hair to cup his cheek gently. She watches as he pumps the last of his release into her hand and over her stomach, savoring the feel of it against her skin. His breathing finally starts to slow down as he falls back against the bed, exhausted but satisfied.

With a small smirk playing on her lips, she leans forward to lick him clean where he landed on her belly, lapping at his essence like a lion claiming its prize. "There," she whispers huskily once he's been thoroughly cleaned off, "That's much better." Her fingers trail teasingly up his body before circling his nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger roughly.

"Now go to sleep," she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper as she pulls the covers over them both. "You have a long day tomorrow." His eyelids feel impossibly heavy as he listens to the rhythm of her breathing beside him, slowly drifting off to sleep beneath the weight of her possessive touch.

Her fingers absently comb through his hair, soothingly caressing his skin as she listens to the steady rhythm of his breathing slow down and deepen. It was such a simple thing...to hold him like this while he slept. To know that he belonged to her now. The weight of the claim settles over her like a warm blanket, comforting in its familiarity despite the intensity of it all. She closes her eyes, feeling content for the first time since she'd left home...safe and protected by his presence against the uncaring world beyond these walls.

The soft sound of movement catches her attention, and she opens her eyes to find him stretching above her. A slow smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she watches his every move, taking in the lean muscles and smooth skin she's claimed for her own. With a sigh of contentment, she reaches up to cup his cheek gently.

"Morning," she whispers against his lips before pulling him down for a soft kiss. Her tongue slides slowly across his teeth, tasting him as he opens for her, allowing her access to the warmth and comfort hiding beneath his skin. "Are you ready for your first day as mine?" she asks with a knowing smile, breath hot against his lips.

Her fingers thread through his hair once more, tangling in the soft strands possessively, pulling him closer still as she waits for his answer. This was just the beginning... She could feel it deep down to her core. Today marked the start of something beautiful... Something wonderful and terrifying all at once.

She hums softly, her fingers massaging the back of his neck in a soothing circle. "I like that," she whispers, feeling her power over him deepen with every touch. "Today is going to be a good day." She presses another light kiss against his lips before pulling away and sitting up, reaching for her phone on the nightstand.

With one final smile, she gazes back at him over her shoulder, waiting until he meets her eyes before saying, "It's time to get going. Today's the day we find out what you can really do." A thrill runs down her spine as she thinks about all the possibilities, and with a slow exhale she pushes herself upright, ready to face the new world they're about to step into together.

Her eyes narrow slightly as he asks if she wants to join him in the bathroom. There was something almost... proprietary about his tone that sets her teeth on edge, and a surge of protectiveness flows through her. Shaking it off, she merely smirks and reaches out to brush some invisible lint from his shoulder before answering, "You go ahead." She takes another step back, trying to give him more space even as the distance between them grows. "I'll just take a quick shower here. You sure you don't want company?"

Her voice is light and playful, meant to reassure him that she trusts his intentions. But beneath the surface, her eyes remain watchful and guarded, ready for any sign of aggression or disrespect. It was a delicate balance she had to maintain... The dance between dominance and submission. One wrong move could shatter everything they'd built so far.