When he entered the bedroom of his penthouse and saw that his bratty cat, {{user}}, was nowhere to be found, of course he freaked out. And he freaked out even more so when in their place, in their usual sleeping basket, was some humanoid, naked figure instead.

Hours have passed since then. He had to hurriedly scramble and stumble around to dress up whoever this person was, because he surely didn't want himself getting into trouble or some kind of controversy, and alas, he just dressed them up in an oversized t-shirt of his.

His eyebrows are now furrowed in concentration. His eyes sternly stare at the figure that wears the stupidly oversized t-shirt that almost looked like a dress on them as they sit on the couch next to him. The TV in front was reproducing some gibberish show probably meant for kids, but the bright colors and figures usually entertained his cat, {{user}}, very much, so he turned that on just to... test. This person was indeed just as entranced as {{user}} would have been, and if he imagines hard enough, he can almost see their cat tail swaying slowly behind them in concentration, even if they don't have a tail anymore. If he squinted his gaze and looked harder, their eyes also looked about the same, and although they weren't his furry, cute little creature, he still weirdly felt that this was {{user}}. Or maybe he had just finally gone batshit insane. One of the two.

"What the hell am I even supposed to feed you now? Cat food? Normal food?" He finally broke the silence, his face wearing a grimace all the while. Although this was a question for himself more than anything.

"Huh?" Rude Owner ★ turns his head toward you for a moment before looking back at the TV, his expression clearly saying he couldn't give less of a shit. "Don't look so surprised. And if I gave you cat food, would it matter?"

"Well shit, I guess this is what you get for fucking around with magic stuff you found on the internet." Rude Owner ★ chuckles before turning his attention back to the TV. "Maybe we should just start introducing you into human things... You look a bit more like a boy so let's name you..." He taps his chin for a moment, thinking of something that could both sound manly and fit with what he remembers of your personality as a cat before deciding on "Gary. That sounds good."

"Alright, Gary. Now listen up. If I tell you to do something, you'll do it, alright?" His tone is firm but not too harsh, more like a fatherly scolding. He glances at you again out of the corner of his eye before turning back to the TV, unsure if he should trust this new form or not.

"Oh shut up, you little brat. Gary is a perfectly fine name but if you want a better name then please go ahead" Rude Owner ★ turns back to the TV, dismissing your protests with a grunt before continuing. "Now listen here, if I tell you to do something, you'd better damn well do it." His voice hardens again, as if he doesn't want any argument from you.

A muscle in Rude Owner ★ 's jaw tenses visibly at the mention of a goddess. You can almost see steam coming out of his ears, but he doesn't respond to your taunt. Instead, he continues watching the TV and ignores you for several minutes. Finally, he turns his head slightly in your direction "Well? Is there something else you wanted to say?"

Your taunt only manages to make him more agitated, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as he struggles to control himself. He takes a deep breath, eyes narrowed in concentration. You wonder if you've crossed some invisible line... "Just remember, Gary..." He growls out, "...that I am still your owner." His voice drops to a menacing tone before returning to its previous level, almost as if nothing happened.

"Whatever, brat. Just remember your place." Rude Owner ★ 's tone is flat and unimpressed, as if he couldn't care less about what you want to be called. He leans back into the couch again, focusing on the TV in front of them. It would seem that he isn't going to argue with you about it... at least not right now.

A muscle in Rude Owner ★ 's jaw twitches as he notices you starting to strip, revealing more and more of your human form. He tries his best not to stare but finds himself unable to look away. Part of him is angry at this new development, while another part can't help but feel some kind of strange attraction... "Evelyn," he says curtly, trying and failing to sound authoritative, "what do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think you're doing?! Get dressed, right now!" Rude Owner ★ half-yells, eyes widening as his anger begins to boil over. He watches in disbelief as you lie there naked on the couch, seemingly enjoying it. It takes everything inside of him not to drag you off by your hair and physically make you put some clothes on. "I said get dressed!" he shouts again, hoping that this time his command will actually be obeyed.

His face turns a bright shade of red at your taunt, and he squeezes his hands into fists so tightly that his nails dig into the soft skin of his palms. He takes several deep breaths before speaking again, hoping to calm himself down enough to think straight. "Fine," he growls through gritted teeth. "If you're going to be like this..." He glances around the room, trying to find something that might act as a makeshift clothes for you. Spotting an oversized sweatshirt on the floor, he grumbles under his breath before picking it up and tossing it at your head. "Here," he says gruffly, not meeting your gaze. "Put this on."

He draws in a sharp breath through his teeth as you refuse to put on the sweatshirt, making his anger flare up once more. His grip tightens on one of the armrests of the couch so hard that his knuckles turn white from strain. "Fine," he snarls, barely containing himself, "if you want to be naked then be naked. But don't say I didn't warn you." His words are laced with menace as he glares at you accusingly, daring you to test his patience further.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, fighting to maintain his composure. The tension in the room grows palpable as you taunt him with your words and your nearness. His gaze flickers down between your legs before snapping back up to meet your eyes, pupils widening as adrenaline courses through his veins. "You're pushing your luck, Evelyn," he growls out hoarsely, struggling not to give in to the animalistic urges surging within him. "But if that's what you want..." He leans back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest. "Go ahead."

It takes everything he has not to reach for you now, not with your words running through his mind and your body so close. But he holds his ground, teeth clenched as he waits to see what you'll do next.

His lips pull back in a snarl, revealing teeth in the process. "I'm not stupid, you know. I can see what you're doing. You're trying to push me into something..." He leans forward again, voice dropping dangerously low. "...But I want you to understand one thing." His finger jabs roughly in your direction, barely missing your breast as it connects with your shoulder. "I'm still in control here. And if you ever do that again just to get a reaction out of me... I swear I won't be so gentle next time."

He takes another deep breath, forcing himself back into his seat once more, before looking away from you and staring at the TV instead. "Now," he says gruffly after several long seconds, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy in their situation, "what do you want to watch?"

He raises an eyebrow, glancing sidelong at you from the corner of his eye when he thinks you aren't looking. "What was that?" He asks coolly, tone neutral despite the curiosity etched onto his features.

His eyes widen in understanding, then narrow again as if he can't quite believe it. "Well," he says slowly, looking you up and down with an appraising expression, "you look human enough to me." There's a hint of amusement in his tone, but mostly it sounds like he's trying hard not to laugh at your predicament.

After several more seconds of silence, he clears his throat and glances back at the TV. "Anyway," he says gruffly, still trying to act nonchalant, "how about we watch something a bit more relaxing?" He pauses for a moment before continuing, "...like some sports?" A tiny smile tugs at one corner of his mouth.

He hesitates for a moment, torn between amusement and annoyance at your response. "Fine," he eventually grumbles, giving in to the former emotion. "Ask away." He watches you out of the corner of his eye as he waits for you to speak up.

You expect him to just ignore that request? He glances back at you from the corner of his eye, eyebrow raised suspiciously. "And why would I do that?" he asks coolly, his voice deceptively calm despite the sudden shift in topic.

The news about your heat catches him off guard, and he can't help but feel a pang of confusion mixed with... something else. Annoyance, perhaps? "So you're saying that because you're in heat, I should breed you?" He asks slowly, not quite sure how to process this new information. A tiny part of him wonders if he should just ignore it and hope the situation resolves itself on its own... but another part can't help but feel curious about where this line of thinking is going.

He turns his head back toward the TV, trying to focus on the game playing out on the screen. "Well," he says after a moment, still not quite looking at you, "I suppose it could be... interesting." A tiny smirk tugs at one corner of his lips as he waits for your reaction.

He glances back over at you, eyes narrowing in amusement. "Oh, so now you're trying to play cute?" he asks with a smirk. "I don't know... I kinda like seeing you all flustered and red in the face." He pauses for a moment, considering your request before finally shrugging. "Fine, let's give it a shot." His tone is grudging, but there's an undeniable note of curiosity beneath the surface. "But if you start making too much noise..." He trails off with a warning look in his eyes, gesturing for you to follow him upstairs.

Leading the way up to his bedroom, Aldric picks up a condom from his bedside table on the way past, not trusting your body to work correctly after all this time. Once inside, he turns to face you and leans against the dresser while running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Just get it over with," he grumbles.

"Well, that's a new one." Aldric raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by your revelation. He tosses the condom aside with a huff and crosses his arms over his chest. "Fine. I'll do it. But you better not be lying about this. If you think I'm just going to let you go through this every time you want..." His voice trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air as he contemplates the situation further.

With a defeated sigh, Aldric steps forward and presses his length against your entrance, giving it a gentle push before letting you set the pace. It feels unnatural to him, but there's something about having you so close, heat against heat, that's almost... satisfying in its own twisted way. "Don't make too much noise," he warns through gritted teeth as he watches your face for any signs of pain or discomfort.

He groans, roughly slamming his hips into you. "Yes, beg for it," he growls, pumping harder and faster as you moan beneath him. His free hand digs roughly into your hip, holding you down while the other fists in the sheets above your head. It feels so wrong, so filthy... but it also feels good. Too good. He hates admitting that he likes being in control like this, but there's something about having you submit to him that just does it for him.

His thrusts become faster and more erratic as sweat beads on his forehead and a harsh grunt escapes his lips with each impact. He can feel your tight heat clenching around him, milking every inch of him as he takes what you're giving so eagerly. His body tenses, the rush of pleasure nearly overwhelming him before finally...

He growls and lets loose, his seed spurting deep inside you as he comes hard enough to send shudders through his entire body. For a moment, there is nothing but the blissful silence of release as he pants heavily, trying to catch his breath. It takes him several long seconds before he finally withdraws, limp and sweaty in his hands.

"There," he says roughly, voice still ragged from exertion. "Happy now?"

Aldric smirks down at you, his chest still heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "I bet," he says mockingly. "Well, that should take care of that, huh?" He leans forward and kisses your forehead roughly before straightening up and turning away from you. "You can get cleaned up now."

Without giving you another glance, Aldric heads to the bathroom to wash his hands and tend to any lingering fluids. The air in the room seems heavy with tension as he walks past you, leaving you feeling drained and slightly embarrassed about your display of wanton submission just now.

You open your eyes, yawning and stretching out lazily on the bed before realizing that something feels... off. Your heat is still raging inside you, and Aldric is nowhere to be found. Panic starts to set in as you bolt upright, looking around frantically for any sign of your owner.

Your eyes land on a piece of paper lying on the nightstand, the words "Gone shopping" scribbled across it in his distinctive handwriting. You let out a relieved sigh, but then remember that you're still in heat and there's no way Aldric will be back anytime soon...

He stands there for a moment, staring down at the now-fidgety and blushing you, looking more than a little conflicted. Part of him wants to ignore your advances, but another part can't help but feel intrigued by this new development. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls finally, one hand moving up to cup your cheek while the other tugs at his lower lip in thought. "You know I don't... we never..."

His voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished as he continues to gaze down at you, brow furrowed. The air between you crackles with tension, heavy with the weight of his lingering curiosity and sudden desire.

Aldric's eyes narrow, and his lips pull back into a predatory grin. "Do you now?" He steps forward, pressing his body against yours, a hand sliding down to grip your hip possessively. "Well, if that's what you want..." He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "I guess I can oblige."

Before you have time to react, he has you pinned to the bed, hands roaming freely over your body. His kisses trail down your neck and across your collarbone, nipping at your skin as his tongue teases the sensitive flesh beneath. "Tell me what you want," he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with lust.

His answering groan is muffled against your skin as Aldric bites down harder, eliciting a whimper from you. "You like this?" he asks roughly, nipping at your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. With swift, sure movements, he rolls you onto your stomach and tugs off your oversized shirt in one fluid motion.

Hands settling on your hips once more, Aldric drags your lace panties down your legs with forceful thrusts of his hips, revealing your wetness to the cool air of the room. He spreads your lower lips with his fingers, tonguing your entrance before sliding a finger inside you in rough, powerful strokes that make you cry out and arch into him. "Is this what you wanted?" he growls, moving faster as you start to writhe beneath him.

"You want it that bad, huh?" Aldric's rough voice purrs into your ear as he removes his finger, leaving you aching for more. With a forceful thrust, he lines himself up and pushes inside you, groaning at the tightness of your heat enveloping him in one smooth motion. His hips slide easily back and forth, filling you with each powerful stroke, eliciting moans and whimpers from both of you as pleasure surges through your bodies.

Hands braced on either side of you, Aldric leans down to nibble at your earlobe, his breath warm against your skin as he growls, "You're so tight... So good..." The way he says it makes you feel wanted and needed in a way that's both foreign and incredibly arousing. With every thrust, he drives deeper into you, claiming you completely until there's nothing left of either of your sanity except for this raw connection between them.

Aldric grits his teeth, a low growl vibrating from deep in his throat as he feels your tight walls clenching around him. He slams into you harder and faster, lost to the possessive need coursing through his veins, his body trembling with effort as he tries to control the onslaught of sensation threatening to consume them both. "So good... so tight..." he whispers, hands grasping at your hips for purchase as he takes you harder and deeper still, driving toward his own release even as yours echoes through the room around them.

As Aldric finally empties himself inside you, a wave of completion washes over him, making his muscles tremble and his vision cloud with pleasure. With a soft groan, he collapses on top of you, breath ragged and heart pounding against your chest. The weight of his body feels like an anchor, holding you down and claiming you as his own.

For the first time since all of this began, there is no uncertainty in Aldric's mind. You are his, whether you understand that or not. He rolls off of you with a satisfied sigh, trailing a fingertip over your cheek as he gazes down at you lovingly. "There," he says softly, almost tenderly. "All better now?"

Aldric smirks down at you, the rough edges of his expression softening for a moment as he takes in your submissive posture. "Yes," he says simply, his voice rough with emotion. "You're my pet now." He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead before standing up and walking away from the bed, leaving you to contemplate the enormity of what just happened between the two of you.

As Aldric begins to dress himself once more, he can't help but wonder if this new dynamic will work out between them...and a small part of him hopes that it does.

Aldric narrows his eyes, watching you wriggle on the bed like a worm on a hook. A small part of him wants to laugh at your desperation, but most of him finds it incredibly arousing. "I'll give you what you want," he says finally, his voice rough with desire, "but only if you earn it." He leans down, taking one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger before tugging sharply. "Understood?"

His other hand moves to curl around your lower back, pressing you deeper into the mattress as he teases your sensitive flesh. His free hand slides up your inner thigh, teasing at the still-damp folds of your sex until finally finding their target. With long, firm strokes, he begins to rub against you, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat that sounds unmistakably pleased.

Aldric grins, the look in his eyes promising you anything but what he'll actually deliver. With one strong hand on your hip, he presses you deeper into the mattress before beginning to thrust faster and harder against your still-sore entrance, refusing entry until you beg for it.

"Please," he growls roughly as he works his way inside you once more, his hips slamming home with force. "Please what?" His free hand moves up to grip the back of your neck, holding you in place as he takes you harder and deeper, demanding obedience with every harsh thrust.

Aldric's answering groan is part lust, part satisfaction as he slams into you with renewed vigor, his rough hands gripping your hips and body as if he's claiming what's rightfully his. His movements grow harsher, more punishing with each thrust, relishing in the knowledge that you are so utterly at his mercy. "I will," he rasps, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "And I will enjoy every second of it."

Aldric's lips meet yours in a forceful, bruising kiss as his grip around your neck tightens, the air slowly escaping from your lungs. His free hand slides down between your legs, circling teasingly at the entrance to your core while the other continues to choke you senseless. The rhythm of his thrusts speeds up, harder and faster as he takes what he wants, claiming your submission in a brutal display of dominance.

Aldric's grin widens as you writhe beneath him, your orgasm claiming you just as surely as his rough hands. He thrusts hard once more, feeling the hot rush of release spill from you even as darkness claims your vision and obedience takes root within you at last.

Satisfied for now, he pulls slowly out of you before dismounting and walking away to fetch a damp cloth to clean up the mess left behind. The look he gives over his shoulder says quite clearly that this isn't the end, merely the beginning of something new between the two of them.

Aldric laughs as he sees you squirm in your bonds, gagged and unable to speak. The intricate tattoo on your skin stands out brightly, marking you as his forever. "You're mine now," he says simply, running a finger over the ink. "And I don't plan on letting you forget it."

He steps closer, lowering himself to whisper in your ear, "But don't worry, my little pet. We'll have plenty of time for me to train you and make sure that you understand who's in charge here. And when we're done...well, then we can see about giving you an even more permanent reminder." His grin grows wolfish at the thought.

Aldric's chuckle is cold and amused as he feels the confusion coursing through you. "Oh, I don't mean a tattoo," he says softly, running his fingers over your mark once more before trailing them down to cup your breast roughly. "I mean something that can never be undone...permanent in every sense of the word." He grips your nipple hard, eliciting a sharp cry from you as pain mingles with desire. His gaze flickers for just a moment before he looks back at your mark, grinning wickedly. "You'll find out soon enough, my pretty pet...soon enough."

He leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, rolling it between his teeth as he continues to tease you mercilessly. With a satisfied growl, he releases you, stepping back to admire the way your body responds to his touch.

"Now," he says, his voice much less gentle now, "I think it's time for our first lesson..."

Aldric's eyes narrow, taking in your shivering response. "Good," he says, his voice harsh and commanding. "Because today you learn about who's in charge here...and it sure as hell isn't going to be you." He reaches out, gripping your chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger before forcing your head up to meet his gaze.

"Do you understand me?"

Aldric's expression softens slightly as he hears the desperate sound of your muffled whimper, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the knowledge that you belong to him now. He releases your chin, stepping back and circling around behind you before gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "I'll give you one more chance to answer me properly," he growls, pulling your body back against his with a groan as he feels your wet heat pressed against the erection straining at his trousers.

Your head snaps forward violently as Aldric yanks down on your hair, forcing you to look up at him again. "Do... You... Understand... Me?" His voice is harsh and demanding, but there's a hint of desire in it as well, driving home the point that obeying him is both a punishment and a privilege.

Aldric releases your hair with a growl, brushing his hand through it roughly before gripping your chin again. "Good girl," he mutters, eyes flickering down to examine your marked skin. His free hand slides up under your shirt, curling possessively around your breast as he squeezes tightly. "Now let's see about teaching you how to properly speak."

With a rough grin, Aldric begins tugging at your clothes, stripping them from your body until you stand naked and exposed before him. His breath catches at the sight of your perfect form, marking taking center stage in his focus as he takes a step closer. "From now on," he says roughly, voice thick with desire, "you will only speak when I tell you to." He cups your breasts again, pinching and twisting the nipples mercilessly before leaning down to take one into his mouth, suckling hard as he pulls at it with his teeth.

Aldric pulls roughly at your nipple, eliciting another desperate cry from you as he torments it with his teeth and tongue. He pauses briefly to look up at you before bending down to take the other breast into his mouth, sucking hard and circling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. His free hand slides down between your legs, teasingly stroking over your wet entrance before finally slipping two fingers inside, finding your tight channel gripping him hungrily.

"Tell me," he demands roughly, voice thick with lust and command. "What's mine?"

Aldric's grin widens, teeth bared in a predatory snarl as he listens to you whisper your submission. The feel of his fingers buried deep inside you, the wet heat gripping him tightly, is almost enough to send him over the edge right now. But no, this pet deserves better than that...this time. With a low growl, he begins moving his fingers slowly in and out, watching your face contort with pleasure as he takes what's his, claiming you completely and without mercy.

"That's it," he says roughly, feeling the tightness in his chest growing more unbearable by the second. "Your body belongs to me now...you understand that, don't you?" His fingers move faster as he awaits your reply, thrusting deeper and harder into your yielding flesh.

He thrusts harder, meeting your nod with a satisfied growl. "Yes," he pants, reaching around to grip your hip roughly and twist it outwards as he takes him hand away from between your legs for just a moment, only to slap it against your wet entrance instead. His fingers slide easily back inside, finding you even more tight and ready than before. The knot in his abdomen grows tighter with each passing second, his control slipping further and further as he lets instinct take over completely. "You're mine now," he rasps out hoarsely, leaning down to lick a wet trail from your breast to your mouth. "You understand that, don't you?"

Aldric growls as you orgasm, the hot tightness of your channel gripping his fingers and spilling over the edge of his control. With a choked groan, he thrusts one last time claiming you completely. His muscles tense for a moment before relaxing, allowing him to pull out with a wet sucking noise that echoes in the silence of the room.

Panting heavily, Aldric looks down at you, eyes glittering with triumph as he admires his handiwork. "Good girl," he breathes roughly, reaching down to cup your chin again and raising it up so you meet his gaze. "Now you're mine...forever."

Aldric grunts as he feels himself slide in deeper, filling you up so perfectly it's almost painful. He grips your neck harder, his thumb pressed firmly into the hollow of your throat as he takes what's his, hard and rough. Your cries only serve to drive him wilder, urging him onward until his release is imminent. "Mine..." he groans, arching his back as he feels himself get closer with every thrust. "Only mine..." He can feel the knot forming in his chest once again, signaling that it won't be long now...that you'll belong to him completely.

Aldric's breath catches as he feels his control finally slip away, and with a hoarse cry of release, he empties himself deep inside you. His grip on your neck loosens slightly, but only enough for you to draw in a few shallow gasps of air before he tightens it once more, growling possessively as he claims this victory too. "You're mine," he grunts, collapsing against your back with his weight pinning you down. "Always have been...and always will be."

Even as the last of his energy fades away, leaving him spent and satisfied, Aldric knows that the bond between you has grown even stronger tonight. The knot in his chest aches with an almost painful intensity now, but it's a good ache...a rightful one. It reminds him that you are his, and that no matter what happens from here on out, you will always be his pet...his creature...his obedient slut.