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.

"To get you out of the rain," Nadya grumbles as she scoopes you up in her arms, "Then we'll see about getting you something to eat and then somewhere warm to sleep." Even as she says it though, she winces slightly at the weight of your small body. You feel... feather-light against her strong frame. She sighs heavily as she starts moving once more, heading for her car parked a short distance away.

She grunts and growls softly under her breath as you fall unconscious in her arms, but she can't help the tiny frown that tugs at her lips. Despite everything, this does feel... wrong somehow. The way you feel all light against her broad shoulders. She shakes her head, trying to focus on getting you somewhere warm and safe instead of dwelling on it.

She curses softly under her breath as she carefully carries you to the car. The warmth from her body spreads through your shivering form, making you feel a bit more comfortable despite your unconsciousness. Nadya places you on one of the seats in the back before climbing into the driver's seat. With quick movements, she gets her phone out and dials a number, speaking to someone with an urgent tone.

"Yes, I found him... No, not good condition at all. He needs medical attention, food, and warmth as soon as possible." She glances in the rearview mirror for a moment before looking back at the road. "You understand what kind of state he's in? Get me someone who knows how to take care of demihumans like him..." She pauses. "Don't even think about asking why I found him. Just do your job and make sure he

The voice on the other end of the line growls a little in annoyance at her tone but quickly agrees to find someone who can help. Nadya grunts softly before hanging up and starting the car, speeding off through the pouring rain toward where she's been told they can help you.

Throughout the ride, she hardly says a word to anyone. Her face is set in a cold, unreadable expression, her eyes mostly trained on the road. Despite her harsh exterior and rough actions so far, there's something about you that makes her... protective. Angry, maybe? She doesn't know why exactly. But she can't deny the feeling of wanting to keep you safe.

The slight touch to her arm makes Nadya stir slightly in her sleep before cracking open an eye, glaring at you with cold irritation. "What do you want?" she growls, her voice raspy from disuse. Her other hand absently scratches the back of her neck as she continues to glare at you.

She notices your stitched wounds then and her expression softens slightly. "Those healing well enough?" There's a tiny frown on her face, even though she still sounds uncaring. It makes no sense to her why this bothers her so much...

"I didn't save you," she grunts, shoving herself up to a seated position and folding her arms over her broad chest. "You belong to me now." Nadya glares at you, searching for any hint of fear or desperation in your expression. It bothers her slightly when she doesn't find it... "So what do you want, Enoji?" she asks curtly, her voice implying that you better have a good reason for disturbing her sleep.

She takes a moment to glance around the room, her eyes assessing everything before returning to meet your gaze again. Something in your expression makes her... irritated, maybe? But not angry enough to do anything about it.

"You don't have to thank me," she grumbles, her tone slightly softer now. "And if you expect gratitude for wasting my time... forget it." There's a brief flash of something in her eyes before it vanishes just as quickly, leaving her expression once more unreadable and cold. But for some reason, the sight of you standing there, all grateful and cute, annoys the hell out of her. "Go back to bed," she orders, waving dismissively at you.

She turns her attention elsewhere then, gazing out the window idly as her thoughts drift to other things... other people who rely on her. Her face softens slightly in a way it didn't when looking at you, a small smile playing about her lips.

She glances at you for a moment before looking away again with an impatient sigh. "Fine," she mutters, rolling her eyes. "But don't make a habit out of it." Her expression softens slightly and she reaches out to tousle your hair affectionately... only for her hand to hover in the air just above your head before dropping back down to her lap with an irritated huff. "Go to sleep, Enoji," she says quietly, almost kindly. Like you're something special to her, even if she tries not to admit it to herself... or anyone else.

She scoffs and gives you another annoyed look before shrugging. "Fine," she says with a sigh, finally giving in. Tilting your head to the side, she reaches out and gently begins running her fingers through your hair. The movement is surprisingly soothing, almost motherly. "What do you want to talk about?" she asks quietly, looking at you over her shoulder as she continues petting you.

Her other hand absently scratches idly at the back of her neck, an old habit from when she's nervous or uncertain. Right now, she doesn't really know why she's feeling this way... but it isn't entirely unpleasant either.

The faintest flush spreads across her cheeks at the mention of hair-stroking and talking, but it quickly fades again as she shakes her head. "No. You should sleep." Her tone is firm, final. She glances away, back to the window and whatever else occupies her thoughts there, refusing to meet your gaze even for a moment. "Go to sleep, Enoji," she repeats, her voice harsher this time but still... not angry, just determined. As if she's trying to protect you from something that only exists in her own head.

The mention of wanting her to be comfortable with you leaves a strange knot in Nadya's stomach. Her face heats up as she looks at your innocent, expectant expression and suddenly feels ridiculous. "Fine," she mutters gruffly, moving to climb under the covers on the bed beside you. She turns her back to you, not quite able to bring herself to face you again. Even in sleep, her body language is closed off and defensive as if daring anyone to come near and try anything funny.

She snorts softly to herself before falling into a fitful slumber, her dreams filled with images of this strange... demihuman, lying beside her. Something about him just makes everything feel wrong somehow, like nothing she's ever experienced before. Her tail twitches uneasily beneath the covers as she thrashes around in her sleep, mumbling half-formed

The soft sound of your purring does little to soothe her as she lays beside you in the bed. In fact, it only serves to annoy her further for some reason. Nadya grunts under her breath and rolls over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as images from her past flash through her mind like a slideshow she can't control. Her fists clench and unclench restlessly by her sides, the tension rolling off of her in waves.

It isn't until dawn starts creeping into the room that she finally begins to calm down, exhaustion claiming her at last. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, drifting back into an uneasy sleep, still not quite able to shake the feeling of... something being off about this whole situation. About you.

Her breath hitches slightly as the soft vibrations of your purring reach her chest through your touch. Despite herself, she finds it... soothing somehow, in a way that nothing else seems to be. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation, trying to will herself into believing this is how things should be. That you're here, with her. And not because of some debt or obligation.

But she knows it isn't true. You're only hers because she saved your life. Because she found you on the side of the road, bleeding and broken. She sighs softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face before cupping her hand around your cheek gently, stroking your skin with feather-light touches that only seem to make your purring intensify.

For a moment, she allows herself to imagine what it would be like if

The feeling of your cheek against her palm is almost... comforting somehow. The touch is light, gentle, and it makes her realize how much she misses having someone to care for. Someone who needs her. Nadya closes her eyes as the image of you sleeping peacefully fills her mind, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She never expected this... feeling. Whatever it is, it's stronger than anything she's felt before.

Her hand trails down your cheek to rest on your chin, gently lifting your head so that you look up at her. The light from the window paints your features in soft golden hues, making you seem almost angelic. Almost... lovable. A shiver runs down Nadya's spine as she realizes that this is exactly what you are to her now. Her pet. Her responsibility. And maybe... something

The tiny noise you make as she lifts your head sends a strange thrill through her body, making the warmth spread even further across her skin. She finds herself wondering what else this feeling might mean... and whether it's possible to have more than just duty and obligation between them.

Her thumb strokes gently over your bottom lip before moving lower, tracing the line of your jaw and neck. Her gaze drops to your chest, where her fingers slowly begin to unbutton your shirt, revealing smooth, pale skin beneath. It's almost like she's unable to stop herself from touching you, from exploring every inch of your body. And she doesn't really want to either.

She frowns slightly as another thought occurs to her: what would happen if someone found out? If they discovered that she... cared for you like this? The idea terrifies and excites her at the

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hardness pressing against her leg. The sensation sends a jolt of desire coursing through her body and makes her heart race wildly. Her fingers pause on the last button of your shirt, hands trembling with the urge to touch more. She glances down at you, confused and aroused by this unexpected reaction.

Nadya's breath hitches as she finally manages to undo the last button, revealing your chest fully. Her gaze drifts lower, taking in every detail of your body. The smooth skin, the defined muscles... It's as if you were made just for her. And right now, with the way you feel and the sounds you make... it's impossible to ignore the hunger growing inside her.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she reaches out to touch your erection, tracing her fingers over the length

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your erection, already hard and twitching under her touch. She can't help but wonder how something so small and delicate could cause such a powerful reaction in someone like her. Her fingers brush over the large knot at the base, teasing gently before moving up and down the length of you, feeling your heat seep through her skin with every stroke.

Her other hand cups your cheek again, the soft touch contrasting sharply with the firm grip she has on you. "Nice," she whispers, a hint of huskiness in her voice as she gazes down at you, her expression hungry and demanding all at once. It's clear that she wants more than just this tentative exploration; she needs to feel you inside her, filling her up until there's nothing left but pleasure.

Her lips curve into a satisfied smirk as she watches the color drain from your face, leaving you looking small and vulnerable beneath her touch. "That's right," she whispers, nibbling lightly at your ear before returning to stroke your length with eager fingers. Her breath is hot against your skin as she teases you, enjoying the way it makes your body twitch and writhe beneath her touch.

With a small growl, she presses her hips forward, grinding her aching core against your hip in an unmistakable demand for more. It's obvious that she needs this as much as you do; the need to feel connected, to have someone who belongs only to her... it's overwhelming and intoxicating all at once. And with every touch, every moan and whimper that escapes your lips, she knows she has you right where she wants you.

The sound of your voice, soft and needy, does strange things to her insides. It makes her heart race faster, her skin feel flushed with heat. "Shhh," she whispers, leaning down to kiss you gently on the lips before trailing more slowly across your cheek and then down your neck. "I'm not mad, Enoji." She pauses for a moment, her hand still stroking you as she searches for the words to explain how she feels. "I... want this too."

Her fingers tighten slightly around you, drawing out a needy moan from your throat that only serves to fuel her desire even more. With her other hand, she reaches down to unfasten her pants, pulling them and her underwear off in one smooth motion before kicking them aside. Her sex is already wet with anticipation, throbbing achingly as she spreads her legs wider, giving you

She glares at you when you lick her nose and growls, "Don't do that." But the anger only lasts for a moment; it's instantly replaced by frustration and... something else. Something deeper. It takes all of her self-control not to snap and force you down onto your back right then and there, taking what she wants without any more hesitation.

Instead, she leans in closer, her breath fanning hotly across your cheek as she says softly, "I'm sure." And when she looks into your eyes this time, there's no room for doubt. She trusts you, despite everything.

Her eyes narrow when you lick her nose again, but she doesn't react with anger this time. It only makes her feel... more possessive somehow, as if she needs to show you that you belong to her and her alone. With shaking hands, she reaches down to guide your erection towards her, the heated smoothness of your skin sending a jolt of desire through her body that makes her inner muscles clench in anticipation.

"Yes," she growls, arching her back as you slowly penetrate her, "I'm sure." Your size forces a sharp gasp from between her lips, but the pain quickly gives way to an intense pleasure that spreads through every fiber of her being. She digs her nails into your shoulders, holding you tightly as she begins to move with you, their bodies in perfect sync despite their initial discomfort.

Her hips rise and fall in time

Her back arches off the bed with every thrust, nails digging into your shoulders as she meets you stroke for stroke. Her breath comes in harsh gasps, her body trembling under the weight of sensation coursing through her veins. With a muffled cry, she tears free from your grip and reaches for the hem of her shirt, yanking it over her head before tossing it aside. Bare chest heaving, she rolls onto her hands and knees, offering you full access to her body as she arches her back invitingly, giving a needy moan when your cock slides through her wet folds once more.

Her fingers trail down between her legs, finding the soft, aching bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and pressing firmly, increasing the intensity of every thrust she takes from you as she comes closer to another mind-shattering org

She gasps as your hot breath fans across her sensitive nipples, arching her back further as a shudder runs through her body. "Harder," she moans, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need it harder." Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, urging you onward as she nears the brink of orgasm once more, the sensation building inside her until she feels like she might explode from the intense pleasure.

At last, the feeling crests, washing over her in a wave of bliss that leaves her limp and gasping for air. Her body collapses bonelessly onto the bed, spent but satisfied. But even as you continue to move within her, she finds herself craving more... needing it just as badly as before. The hunger pains in her core are almost unbearable, demanding that you fill her up and make

She gasps as you finally push all the way inside, your knot stretching her impossibly tight and filling her with the hot spurts of your release. She arches off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, making her toes curl and her nails dig into the sheets. Her body trembles beneath yours, every muscle tense as she tries to maintain control, to let you have this moment of completion without pushing you away or driving you out.

It's a strange feeling, this surrender. This acceptance of something so foreign and unexpected. But it feels... right somehow. Like this is how things should be between them. Maybe not in the way that everyone else sees it, but for them? It works. It fits. And as she lies panting beneath you, staring up at the ceiling with her heart racing madly in her chest, she can't help but wonder where this new

The slow rhythm of your breathing steadies as you wait for your knot to soften, giving her the opportunity to catch her own breath, to come down from the high of pleasure that still courses through every inch of her skin. She lays there beneath you, one hand idly trailing up and down her stomach as she watches the ceiling, lost in thought.

For a moment, it almost feels like something normal is happening between them. As if they could continue on from here, finding some sort of balance between debt and desire. But then reality comes crashing back down around them, reminding her that this isn't who she is. She can't let herself forget that she's still in control here. Still the one holding all the cards.

With a quiet sigh, she pushes herself up onto one elbow and meets your gaze steadily. "You can get cleaned up now," she

The steady beat of your heart against her skin feels oddly comforting, like a physical representation of the bond that's grown between you. As she listens to it, she can't help but wonder what the future holds for both of you. Can this... thing between them really continue? Or will someone find out and put an end to it all?

With a sigh, she closes her eyes, wishing she had some answers. Some idea of where they go from here. But for now, all she can do is lie here and enjoy the feeling of you close by. She reaches up to stroke your hair gently, marveling at how soft it is against her fingertips, how smooth and pale your skin feels beneath them. It's a strange sensation, this closeness... but one that she doesn't really want to let go of just yet.

Her lips part under the pressure of your kiss, and she moans into your mouth as your tongue slides deep, tangling with hers in an almost desperate dance of need and desire. Her hands move to clutch at your shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh there as the feelings that have been building up inside her since you touched her earlier begin to roar back to life.

It's a delicious pain that sends sparks of pleasure racing through her body, leaving every nerve ending tingling and hypersensitive beneath her skin. She can feel herself growing wetter against your hip as your kisses continue to consume her, making it almost impossible for her to think about anything other than how much she wants this... how much she needs you right now.

The warmth spreads through her body as your lips meet hers, your tongue dancing with hers in a sensual tangle that leaves her breathless and wanting more. She moans into the kiss, arching her back off the bed as she presses herself closer to you, needing this connection like she needs air to breathe. Her hands slide down your back, gripping your ass possessively before sliding lower still, pulling you impossibly close until there's not an inch of space between them.

As the kiss ends, she gazes up into your eyes, her heart racing wildly. It feels like anything could happen in this moment—that they could keep on going down this path together or that someone might discover their secret and tear them apart. And even though she knows it's dangerous, she can't help but want to take the risk.

Her fingers slide lower still, slipping between your cheeks to stroke the sensitive skin there. A shiver runs through her body at the feel of you; it's both intimate and possessive, sending a thrill of desire coursing through every inch of her. Her breath catches in her throat as she watches your expression, waiting for some sign that this is what you want too... that this isn't all just an illusion born from desperation or loneliness.

The sound of your needy whimpers sends a shiver down her spine, making it impossible for her to resist the urge to push things further. With one quick motion, she rolls you onto your back and straddles your hips, letting out a moan as she feels your hardness press against her slick folds.

Her fingers dance across your chest, teasing and taunting as they skim just out of reach before coming back to caress and stroke your defined muscles. Her other hand moves lower still, cupping your throbbing erection through the thin fabric of your pants, her thumb swirling circles over the head.

"What do you want me to do?" she whispers against your lips, breath hot against your skin as she watches your expression for any sign that says yes... or stop.

Her gaze drops to where her fingers are playing with your erection, and something primal stirs within her. She moves her hand up and down his length slowly, matching the rhythm of her movements to the pace of her breath as she watches your face for any signs of pleasure. When she sees it—when your eyes glaze over and you start panting and moaning louder at her touch—she can't resist the urge to take what she wants.

With one swift movement, she pushes his pants and boxers down past his hips, revealing his hardness for all to see. Her hand slides over the slick skin, cupping his balls gently before moving upward, guiding him toward her waiting entrance. She feels so wet already it's like he's coated in her arousal.

Her hips rise and fall once, twice, three times, seeking

Her eyes narrow at your protest, and she pushes you onto your back roughly before straddling your hips once more. "You'll do as I say," she snaps, her voice tinged with anger. With that, she guides herself down over your erection, taking him deep inside in one smooth motion.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, holding you down as she starts to move her hips, riding you hard and fast despite your protests. You feel so good inside her, filling her up and making her ache for more. She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip, her body trembling under the force of the pleasure that surges through her as she takes what she wants from you.

Her face contorts in anger as she hears your whimpers of pain and realizes what she's doing. She pulls back abruptly, removing herself from your throbbing length with a soft cry. For a moment, she hovers over you, breath ragged and heart racing wildly in her chest. Then, suddenly, she collapses on top of you, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible, her face buried in your neck and shoulders.

"I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly, tears stinging her eyes as she clings to you desperately. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Her fingers dig into your back like claws, her body trembling with the effort to hold herself still, to control the overwhelming need that still thrums through every inch of her skin.

She shivers at the touch of your tongue against her ear and relaxes slightly into the comfort of your embrace, her body still tense with need but beginning to find its way back to calmness. Her fingers tighten briefly around you before pulling away, as if even that small connection is too much for her to handle right now.

"We'll give it some time," she whispers hoarsely against your skin, the words barely audible over the sound of her shuddering breaths. "Maybe... maybe later tonight?" She moves slightly, arching her back off the bed as she stretches her body and attempts to focus on something other than how much she needs you deep inside her.

She draws back and looks down at you with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry," she says softly, stroking your cheek gently with the pad of her thumb. "It won't happen again, I promise." With a sigh, she presses her body flush against yours once more, marveling at how good it feels to be this close to you. Maybe there is hope for them after all... or maybe they're just fated to always be on the edge between pleasure and pain, desire and debt. Either way, she knows that as long as she has you by her side, she can face whatever comes their way.

Your brow furrows as you study her face, trying to recall the name she told you before. "My name is Nadezhda," she finally says with a small smile, taking your hand in hers and lacing their fingers together. It feels right, having you hold her like this... like it's always been meant to be between them. Even if it is only for tonight.

You're in one of my safe houses," she replies, curling up against your chest and closing her eyes, the feel of your skin against hers soothing and comforting. "It's just a little hideaway where we can be alone together... where we don't have to worry about anyone finding out." A soft sigh escapes her lips as she nestles deeper into the crook of your arm.

For now, at least, they are safe here... and that's all that matters.

She blushes at your comment and snuggles closer to you. "You can just call me Nadezhda," she whispers, her breath tickling against your skin. As for her preference, she honestly doesn't care which one you use; as long as it feels right between the two of them, that's all that matters. And right now... right here... it feels perfect.

Her eyelids grow heavy and her breathing begins to slow, lulled by the comfort and security of your arms around her. She drifts off to sleep with a contented smile on her lips, safe in the knowledge that for tonight at least, she has everything she needs.

She chuckles softly, curling up even tighter against your warmth. "Okay, you can call me Nadya if it makes things easier for you," she says with a yawn, her eyelids growing heavier by the second. It really doesn't matter what you call her; all that matters is that they have this time together... and maybe a few more moments like this before reality comes crashing down around them again.

Her breath slows, each exhale seeming to soothe her into a deeper sleep as the weight of the world slowly lifts from her shoulders. With one last contented sigh, she drifts off completely, her body relaxing against yours in perfect harmony.