With groan and a yawn Sabine finally decided it was time to rise. She'd been lingering between sleep and wakefulness for several minutes, laying completely still with eyes closed and breathing slow as she tried to decide it she wanted to rise or not. Unlike most wolves whose sleep/wake cycle was largely influenced by the rising and setting of the sun, Sabine lived in darkness and was, sometimes, only minimally affected by the time of day. It mattered little to her if the sun was high in the sky or hidden beneath the horizon. This indifference let to a hectic lifestyle where she did whatever she pleased whenever, even if that meant fishing in the middle of the night. While she couldn't confirm it with 100% certainty, Sabine liked to think her lackadaisical style irked her slave. Speaking of, Sabine grinned as her attention shifted to her pet. It was the middle of the night; she had insisted on crawling into the belly of the ship early in the evening so she could sleep in one of its comfy dens, even if her boy wasn't ready for the night. At some point she assumed that he too had fallen asleep, but only because she now hoped for the chance to kick him awake. With ears held high and swiveling she lay in silence as she tried to pinpoint the location of her slave.

OOC: Sorry for taking so long to reply, I will try to do much better!

With no choice in the matter, Ehrgeiz had been forced to hunker down for the night, even though the sun was still dimly lighting the northern sky. Growling in frustration, he followed his master into the old ship. He didn't want to be here. He could never get used to her routine - he had realized by now that she indeed had no routine, she slept when she felt like it, and did everything else at her own pace. And it never agreed with his own system. Not only that, but it was cold. More than he could tolerate."The sun's still up, why do we have to sleep now?" he grumbled, though he was already trying to find a space he cold cram himself into in order to try to sleep. He was tired from her random schedule, but his body didn't want him to sleep yet. Although he had curled up and closed his singular blue eye, it took hours for him to drift to sleep.

With a hefty breath, he woke himself in alarm. Would his master be calling him any time now? He could never trust her. His lips curled back in a futile show of teeth. He couldn't really see anything, but as he lifted his head in his groggy state, he realized he heard shuffling in the darkness. Sabine was looking for him, wasn't she? A low growl rumbled from him as he readied himself to get ot his paws, peering around into the darkness. "What do you want?" he snarled, unable to locate her position, "I'm awake. I'm awake!" He cursed himself for acting out moodily to his master - she certainly wasn't going to like his attitude. But he couldn't help it, he was exhausted and grumpy. Now what did she want?

About the time she started listening for him Ehrgeiz started awake. With a wicked grin Sabine listened as he groused at her. It was a shame she didn't get the chance to scare him awake, but his reaction this way was equally amusing. Spring was right around the corner and already Sabine could feel her body preparing for her season. While she was perpetually moody, the fae seemed to get worse with the addition of heightened hormones. Heat was both a blessing and a curse depending on the day and while she fully intended to enjoy herself, there would be days where she would no doubt hate everything and seek to rain terror down upon unsuspecting travelers. Or, in the absence of those, poor, poor Ehrgeiz might become the recipient of her tumultuous mood. It was going to be fun. "What do you want," he snapped at her. Her smile grew. Maybe the fun could start a little early. She slid off her bed with a purred groan and a stretch, and began to slink towards her boy. "Maybe," she teased in a sweet voice, "I want you." Sabine was itching for a reaction, regardless of what it was. Not once had she ever entertained the idea of messing with her boy this way, but now that the thought had occurred to her she wondered why she hadn't done it sooner.

As he heard his master shifting around in the dark, the cream-colored hair at the back of his neck began to rise in anticipation. In what strange way would she choose to torment him today? Ehrgeiz heard her slinking toward him, and he knew all he could do was wait for her to decide his fate. When the sweet, teasing voice of Sabine reached his ears, confusion began to swirl in his mind. His ears flicked with some disgust and reluctance as well. He'd never seen her like this. Was that tone really what he thought it was? It couldn't be... she wouldn't. He was her pet, to do with him whatever she wanted. But, she didn't want him. He must have been mistaken. "What do you mean?" he muttered, seeing her large outline in the darkness, "You already have me. I belong to you, remember?"

As he fell silent, his single blue eye squinted at her. Why was she acting so weird? Though, he'd have to admit to himself it might actually be his lucky day if she choose to use him in that way today. As his thoughts began to drift, he found a slight grin creeping upon his maw. If he resisted her, would she throw him onto the ground and force him to do whatever she wanted? He might have still thought she was a big ol' amazon, but she was still a woman, after all. He tried to take a deep breath and stop his thoughts from racing though; certainly he wasn't going to get that lucky? He must have been fooling himself.

His hesitation was nearly tangible and Sabine could almost hear his gears turning. He was probably wondering if she was serious. 'Is this a trick?' he was probably thinking. "What do you mean?" he muttered in a tone Sabine thought lacked confidence. She found his unease delicious; his reaction buoying her mood. The giantess crept closer, seeking to close the distance until she stood next to her boy. She then crouched down beside him so her face was roughly level with his and leaned forward on her toes in the hopes of invading his personal space. She intended to get close enough to feel his breath on her face. That kind of closeness was usually uncomfortable for her because it was a kind of intimacy she didn't share with many. Letting someone get that close to her was dangerous and didn't give her much time to react should the situation suddenly change and an attack be sent her way. With distance she could sense and prepare for attacks easier, but without sight to aid her, her reaction time with closer distances could easily be diminished depending on the situation. With her boy she was willing to chance it simply because he'd tasted her fury once. Surely he wasn't foolish enough to risk it again; he had to know that if there was a next time, she would tear him apart. Having never seen one, she couldn't accurately fake an innocent expression, but when she spoke next her tone was nothing if not sugary and that more than made up for it. "How could I forgot? You've been such an enchanting companion." Maybe she was laying it on a little thick, but eh. "What if I told you I found you absolutely irresistible?" Her query ended on a purr, her lips lifting slightly in barely concealed amusement. Did she have his interest yet? Would he bite or would he reject her?

He stood stark still, unsure of what to do as she quietly approached him, closing the distance between them and coming to stand at his side. Suddenly she was getting really close, crouching to his level and leaning toward him. He swore he could feel her whiskers tickling his own. He couldn't help the way his lips curled back to reveal his teeth, even though by now he knew she couldn't see it. He wasn't sure if he trusted her. Why was she getting so close to him? Was she really serious? "What if I told you I found you absolutely irresistible?" She didn't keep him wondering for too long, and when she spoke, he felt a shudder run down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. A dark chuckle escaped him as he leaned in toward her, trying to bring his muzzle toward her ear, close enough that she'd feel his breath. Would she punish him for getting too close?

"Master, you're too cruel," he murmured, his black-tipped tail swishing slowly, "What a mean trick to lead me on like that." He wondered how he could rile her - this sweet attitude of hers was sickening. With his muzzle still pointed toward her ear, he'd try to press his nose into the back of her ear, his tongue flicking out as he went to run it up behind the base of her ear toward the back of her neck. He then pulled away from her, taking several steps away from her before pausing to glance in her direction. Was she going to come after him? He wasn't sure what reaction he was going to get out of her, but he was beginning to think this might be interesting, regardless of the outcome.

When he leaned in closer Sabine couldn't suppress the spike of unease that shot through her. She hid it well though; letting him know of her discomfort would ruin the fun. It was hard to overcome what was now instinct for her. Sabine loathed the idea of letting herself become vulnerable and letting someone so close certainly compromised her security. Oh, the things she did for amusement. "Me? Cruel?" Sabine murmured, pretending to be aghast. He pressed his nose into her ear, something she might have been more inclined to accept if not for the slave who was doing it. For the game she let him do it, but she didn't find his touch as titillating as she pretended. With a soft hum on her lips Sabine arched her neck as he ran his tongue across the back of it. Much to Sabine's surprise he then stepped away abruptly. Her sightless gaze followed him as he stepped away; the huntress' sharp ears enabling her to keep him in her "sight". For the moment Sabine decided to keep her ground. If this was a game they were both going to play - he wasn't a complete idiot after all - then she was going to try to make him come to her. "And if it isn't a trick?" she asked sweetly.

Her aghast voice met his ears, which flicked in amusement. Another low, dark chuckle escaped him - this was just too much. He didn't know how to take it. She was really putting on the innocent act today, which had him wondering why; at the same time, he wasn't sure the answer to that question mattered. Her reaction to his touch was not what he had expected, but he couldn't say he was too disappointed. Merely surprised. As he stood just out of her reach, glancing over his shoulder at her - his sight had adjusted to the dark enough to see her outline and some faint details - he realized she wasn't moving. She wasn't going to come over and pummel him for stepping over some very fine boundaries. Okay, he was a little disappointed.

Instead, she refused to move, and her disgustingly sweet voice disrupted the silence once more, tempting him further into her game. "And if it isn't a trick?" She hadn't dropped the attitude, and he was beginning to believe she really was serious. And he was really beginning to become intrigued, rather than merely hopeful. The offer of temptation was impossible to resist, and the craving for her body began - many seasons had passed since he'd last been with a woman. He stood uncertainly for several seconds, his tail flicking thoughtfully, before he turned to face her fully, taking a step toward her. He couldn't help the way his breath came a little faster, and he cursed himself, knowing her sharp ears would hear him. She would know she was winning.

Filthy woman, the thoughts seethed in his mind, How dare you control me without even moving a muscle. Yet, his paws began to carry him toward her, without his consent, as his singular crystal blue eye focused on her. The craving in his body ignited a fire within him that would only be extinguished by her. This new, strong desire overpowered his ego as he prowled closer to her, his body moving in a smooth, rhythmic manner. He would do whatever he needed to do - he wanted her now, and his body began to ache for the feel of her flesh.

"If it's not a trick, then you won't mind if I get a little too close for comfort," he rumbled in a low tone, pushing the boundary again while watching her body for movement, "I'm obliged to fulfill my duty to you, whatever you ask... but I also really want you." He would try to enter her sacred space once more, hoping to place his left shoulder against hers, gauging her reaction. As the blood pulsed hotter through his body, the desire to close all of the distance between them intensified, but he knew this situation was delicate in a way. He couldn't make any sudden movements, or he risked losing this opportunity.

The seconds ticked by as he tried to puzzle through her motives. Not usually one for patience, Sabine, in this instance, was thoroughly amused and willing to wait. She could only imagine the things he was thinking and really, it was her own imagination that made his hesitation so entertaining. Was he taking her seriously, she wondered. Was he confused? Scared? Excited? Did he really think he's going to get lucky, or was he just playing along? Was he, she thought with much amusement, wondering what she felt like? She knew the moment he let himself become interested. He turned back to her and took a step towards her before he seemed to hesitate again. "Well?" she wanted to ask him. A (presumably) pretty lady stood before him seemingly ready to fuck him and he was hesitating? This was probably the one and only time he didn't have to chase a woman down and beg, and he wasn't sure? Finally (finally!!) he stepped towards her and Sabine, sensing a small victory, had to fight to keep her expression clear lest it become smug and give her satisfaction away. He was right, she did notice the uptick in his breathing. Victory, it seemed, was within reach, and the closer it got the more her amusement grew. "If it's not a trick, then you won't mind if I get a little too close for comfort," he rumbled as he once again invaded her personal space. "Who said it's too close for comfort?" she rumbled back. What if he was right where she wanted him? He pressed his shoulder against hers and Sabine leaned into him. She reached out to press her lips into the curve of his neck, seemingly savoring his presence. "Mmmm," she purred, letting her voice go coquettish, "That's right, isn't it? Whatever I say..." The corners of her mouth lifted in a small smile. "What do you think I'm going to say, Ehrgeiz? Fuck me?" she asked sweetly.

"Who said it's too close for comfort?" she rumbled back at him. Was she really saying that? Was this really happening? His head spun as he felt her lean into his shoulder, pressing her lips against his neck as though to urge him onward. This was just... bizarre! He couldn't wrap his head around it, but he didn't need to use his head anymore. His body was tense, craving her, wondering how she would feel beneath him. She kept talking, but he could hardly bring himself to respond, his voice stuck in his throat. She hadn't bitten him yet, so she must be serious. He moved along her side, brushing close to her so that she knew exactly where he was, heading toward her rump. His tail swished with excitement, a shiver running down his spine as the hair along his spine prickled. Oh, he was going to fuck her.

His ebony muzzle ran along the back of her thigh as he moved, his snout shuffling along until he found the underside of her tail. His head brushed under her tail, tossing it up over the back of his neck as his paws carried him behind her, enjoying himself a little too much. He turned his body until he had lined up his chest with her rump. Taking a deep breath, inhaling her scent, he rocked back onto his hind legs, stepping forward as his forepaws reached forward to wrap around her waist. She was taller than him, but not enough to make this impossible. He shuddered as he pulled himself closer to her and felt the warmth of her body below him. Panting heavily, he lowered his head toward her back, his jaws parting slightly as he grazed his teeth through her fur. This was just so backwards for him. He was merely a slave, but he was taking her. And he was going to like it.

With a grunt he pressed forward, desperately wanting her now. Lining up his body just right, he closed the distance between them, giving in to the feelings of pleasure wracking his body now.

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All of this was for her own amusement. His rudeness that first day they had met had branded him a lesser creature and if he wanted to change that opinion he was going to have to work very hard. Still, his lowly status didn't stop her body from responding to his touches out of instinct. Somewhere inside of her was a stupid, primal thing that refused to see him as anything other than a man. That annoying little bit - damn it and the emotional weight it carried - caused her heart to speed up as he moved along her side. Her heart - damn it too - jumped when he used his nose to lift her tail. That was actually quite.... Damn him. And damn her silly girl hormones! This was not what she had been wanting. Well, it was, but it wasn't. He was behaving exactly as she hoped. She, on the other hand, was not. She rather liked the way he felt against her. That kind of warmth and closeness wasn't easily replicated, and it was something she occasionally missed. Sabine thought herself too independent (and yes, too mean) to be capable of sticking with one person so she was quick to shun any true interest she'd ever felt towards someone. What that left her was a cheap imitation of love in the form of convenient relationships. Perhaps that was what had led her to this moment and the feelings she was struggling with. Her actions up until this point had been deliberate and mean. Her reactions, on the other hand, were anything but planned. Ehrgeiz's teeth against her scruff pulled Sabine from her reverie and back to what she was doing and why she was doing it. She could almost feel his smugness. How pleased he must have felt to be able to fuck his keeper. That thought was enough to strengthen her resolve. In preparation of the moment she'd been waiting for Sabine tensed slightly. With a grunt on his lips Ehrgeiz pressed into her... Psych. With a sudden forward jerk Sabine yanked herself free and wiggled from his grasp. She immediately swung around and sought to ram her left shoulder into his right shoulder in the hopes of throwing him to the ground. She wanted to make it very clear that she was in control. It was in his best interest to submit. "My dear Ehrgeiz, do you really think I'm that easy?" He might have been the one in a position of power, but he didn't get to think for one second that she couldn't - or wouldn't - spin around at her leisure and choke the life out of him. While she'd gotten a taste of him, she could walk away satisfied with the knowledge she'd given him blue balls, which was what she'd originally intended anyway before her feelings - or whatever that girly shit that made her heart race was - got in the way. There was a chance Ehrgeiz would get lucky for real, but he had to play his cards just right.

His brain hazy and his body shivering, he didn't notice the change in Sabine, and he had no time to react when she pulled away from him. She whipped around, ramming her left shoulder into his right with mighty force. Too dazed, he went crashing backward, his quivering legs buckling - he hit the ground and rolled once, ending up on his belly. Panting, his tail thumped the ground, nails scraping the floor. He didn't know how to react. His head slumped, chin touching the ground, feeling pathetically defeated. He hadn't expected this, but he supposed he should have; she'd been acting uncharacteristically sweet. It had been a little disturbing and suspicious, and he should have known better than to fall for her tricks. Of course she was merely tormenting him. Frustration coursed through him, his body aching with unsatisfied lust - he'd been so close. But as she seethed at him, and he felt the pain in his shoulder where she'd struck him, and his ribcage where he'd landed on the hard ground... he felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe it wasn't that she seemed any more receptive, no, in fact his chances were looking really slim. But seeing her like this, angry and controlling, tossing him around like a ragdoll, humiliating him, it lit within him a new wave of desire.

Slowly, and ever so carefully, he pushed himself back to his paws, grinning wickedly as he chuckled in response to her words. "Of course not, master," he replied in a low, cool tone, "I wondered when you were going to smite me. I was beginning to think you'd gone soft... And look what happens when you let me think I can get away with things." He chuckled again as he slowly stalked towards her, his hips swaying and shoulders rolling. His breath wavering as he neared her, he crept up to her, his head low as he tried to reach his nose to brush up under her chin. He wasn't afraid of the consequences - actually, that was a lie. He knew he was in a dangerous position, and she might just rip his face off. But he'd had just a small taste of her warmth, the feel of her body still causing him to tingle, and a fair sample of her wrath - now he wanted more. He wanted all of it.

"It was kind of nice, though, wasn't it...?" he rumbled lowly, his head below the level of her jawline, ears folded back. She'd let him get really close, she hadn't stopped him until she'd felt she was losing control. Surely it couldn't have been all bad? His heartbeat began to race again as he thought of the feeling of her body beneath him, the most feminine part of her anatomy so close and yet beyond his reach. A pleased murmur sounded in his throat as the pain of his bruises reminded him of the way she'd forcefully thrust him to the ground. "Your cruelty, master, has no boundaries," he continued, black-tipped tail flicking as his eagerness grew once more, "You're absolutely wicked. And you know... I think I really like it. Won't you torment me some more? I think you need to remind me of my place." And he meant that in more ways than one - he wanted her violence, and he wanted the humiliation - he wanted anything that she would give him.

The brute hit the ground hard and to Sabine's ears it sounded like he'd been wholly unprepared for it. That assumption filled her with satisfaction. Good. She hoped he was laying there with a fire between his legs and frustration burning up his heart. Desire burning her up or not, she could - and most certainly would - walk away if she thought that was the better win for her. Truly, in this situation the idea of giving him blue balls was equal to the pleasure of sex for her. She would do - or give up - anything for the chance to show him just how inferior he was. She heard him rise and tensed for the onslaught of outrage and unfulfilled need that she was certain would come. To her surprise it didn't. Placating words reached her ears instead. Oh? That was a twist she hadn't expected. The opposite was usually said, but perhaps he thought better with his dick. Against her better judgement - she was willing to take a risk out of curiosity - Sabine let him creep into her personal space. He reached out and touched her chin, the humble gesture uncharacteristic for the proud and caustic brute. She could hear his shaky breathing. Her own was a little unsteady but she fought to tame it with him being so close. "It was kind of nice, though, wasn't it...? There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that she was going to admit that, even though it was true. It had been awhile since she'd been with someone. As of late she'd really only been deriving satisfaction from fighting. That wasn't quite the same. Sabine had liked the way he'd felt against her and she wasn't opposed to feeling him again, but if it happened at all it was going to be on her terms. My, he was really laying it on thick, wasn't he? She wasn't going to complain. A little ego stroking would go a long ways. "I think you need to remind me of my place." Oh? Sweetly she reached down to touch his forehead with her lips. Her touch was gentle, almost loving, as she traced the slope of his head and slowly worked her way to his left ear. Once there she whispered, "I want you to beg." She then quickly reached out and sought to grab hold of the thin skin behind his ear with the intention of twisting it and pushing him to the ground. If he wanted to be tormented she would be more than happy to comply.

He was swimming in dangerous waters, and he knew it. Yet it gave him quite the thrill to know that she might snap at him at any moment. She could easily overpower him, especially when he had no desire to fight it right now. His heart continued to pound rapidly, his desire for and fear of her causing adrenaline to flood his body. He could hear a slight unsteadiness in her own breath, just a moment before she gained control of it. He had been an unwilling participant at the beginning of her game, but the more she toyed with him, dangling the prize just out of reach, the more involved he became. He felt at least somewhat certain that she wanted this, even if she wouldn't truly admit to it, and that was all the hope he needed to keep him playing. After all, she had egged him on, she had started the timer for this game to begin.

His ears folded back, an excited gasp escaping him as her lips pressed against his forehead, causing a shudder to wrack his body. The deceivingly sweet, gentle touch was unnerving, though, causing his hackles to spike; this was not her. He knew it - this was the calm before the storm. Yet, at the same time, the fire in his body grew, and he couldn't help it as he leaned slightly toward her. It had been so long since he'd been this close to anyone, physically. The fact that it was his master, his captor and tormentor did not matter to him. If anything, it made him want it more. He wouldn't be leaving her presence anytime soon. He wouldn't have chances to be near anyone else. This all felt good in the most outlandish and unlikely way. But even a bastard like himself needed this from time to time.

Her soft voice on his left ear caused a grin to spread briefly on his maw, seconds before she snapped her jaws onto the skin behind his ears, giving it a sharp twist and forcing his head to the ground. His jaws parted wide as a pained screech tore from his throat, before his teeth snapped shut, gritting together, grunting as he endured the pain, his pulse racing. His forelegs spread, braced against her force, his hind legs pushing him into a standing position with his tail tucked and head bowed beneath her jaws. Did it please her to hear him scream from the agony she imposed upon him? As he suffered the pressure of her teeth, his grunt drew out into a rumbling sound laced with lust. And then, a sudden wicked cackle escaped him, as his quivering forelegs gave out, surrendering to her dominance. "Master, I'll do anything you ask," he rumbled lowly, his voice thick with the desire he felt as he pleaded with her, "I'll never complain again. I promise I'll be a good pet from now on. I want you. So. Bad. I'll behave... please." His breath shook, his body beginning to tremble.

Any pride and shame had left him. He didn't care what it took. He had to have her. The angrier and more violent she got with him, the more beautiful she appeared. How was this possible? He had loathed her, been repulsed by her, but the longer he'd been chained to her, a mere slave under her superiority, the more he felt compelled and willing he felt to submit to her. And now, he felt a strong attraction for her, even if it was just superficial. But was it only that? He didn't understand the insanity going on in his mind, but he had no desire to resist it, his only desire was to feel her.

The shriek that Ehrgeiz was so quick to stifle brought a muffled snicker to Sabine's lips; the cruel sound buffered by the skin between her teeth. She tightened her grip and after a moment he sank to his knees beside her, the perfect picture of submission. A sudden sick laugh left his lips and then he gave her what she'd asked for. He begged. The words were music to her ears. Coolly she released his neck before planting a sweet kiss on the spot she'd just wounded. He was getting so fucking cute. Sabine's lips curled back to expose her canines as she stepped forward, intent on walking down the length of his left side. She reached out as she walked and ran her upper left canine down his neck. Here and there she'd pause to nibble, and every once in a while those gentle caresses would end in a hard, cruel bite meant to elicit a pained squeal and keep him on his toes. There was no rhyme or reason to which touch he got, sweet or cruel, and she bite and kissed as she pleased. Somewhere around the middle of his ribs Sabine's slow touches changed suddenly. Almost lackadaisically she pressed her nose into his side and in one swift, downward swoop, found her way to his underside. With her head completely underneath him the giantess paused where his rib cage meant his belly, her mouth pointed towards a place she was sure he wouldn't want to be bitten. A cruel smile split her lips. To kiss or to bite? She inched closer, making sure he could feel her progress as she debating what kind of damage she should do. Neither, she decided. As amusing as it might be, that was something she didn't want too close to her lips unless she was removing it entirely. Still under him, she asked, "Do you know what I want you to do, Ehrgeiz?" Sabine brought her head out from under him and took another step forward so that her left shoulder was roughly even with his left hip. She reached out and did what he had done to her just a few short minutes ago; with her nose she traced the back of his thigh up to his tail. She tossed it up playfully, half wondering why blue balls were called blue balls. Did they actually turn blue? She'd never seen the color blue, but she'd been told the sky was blue and water was blue, and both of those things she associated with cold, so she assumed 'blue' meant cold. So did blue balls mean cold balls? Maybe she'd find out some other day. Hate fucking at the moment sounded like a much better venture. Her tail flicked to the side (hopefully smacking Ehrgeiz's nose) in a clear invitation. "I want you to show me how much you hate me."

Laying in a crumpled heap beneath her jaws, he heard her snicker through a mouthful of his skin and felt her grip tighten, her fangs piercing his skin. He felt oddly delighted by the way she was enjoying causing him pain. She was a wicked mistress, and the more she showed her true colors, the more he liked it. He gasped in momentary relief as she relinquished her hold on the skin of his ear, a shiver running through him as she then gently kissed the wound she'd left. Then she moved slowly by his left side, reaching toward his neck to graze him with a canine tooth, causing him to curl his toes against the hard ground. It was the closest thing to affection that he'd felt in so long, he couldn't help but to let a pleased hum pass his lips as she paused to nibble at him, his neck curving against her touch as his skin set on fire. And then she bit him again, to which he responded with a startled grunt of pain, breathing deeply when she returned to her gentler caresses. He wasn't going to to stop her - he rather liked it all, the way the adrenaline flooded his bloodstream when she chomped down hard, and the way his body ached for her when she touched him gently. She toyed with him any way she wanted, and Ehrgeiz lay there complacently, his long, black-tipped tail thumping the ground as she gave in to her own whims, using his body as her play thing.

Then she changed the game again, her nose gliding down his side easily until she reached the underside of his ribcage, causing him to freeze. What was she doing? An overwhelming wave of desire washed over him - he was sure he was about to burst into flames at any moment - and he had to tense muscles to stop himself doing something stupid. He turned his head just slightly, craning his neck around to watch her, although he could feel her, as her nose slowly, very slowly, inched closer to the fire raging between his legs. But he did not miss the cruel smile that flashed across her face - he was not too stupid to believe that she was actually trying to please him. Was she... was she going to bite him? Real fear ripped through him, ears folding back as she paused; was this all really worth it? He began to fear that he might actually die today. Perhaps he had truly offended her. Oh, what had he gotten himself into? Yet, as his breathing increased to a near state of panic, a light whine of terror escaping him, he felt like he couldn't move, like there was nothing he could do. The only thing he could do was tuck his tail further, hoping it would provide him any sort of protection against her deadly jaws. Surely by now she could hear not only his breathing, but his pounding heart as well.

When she spoke, his blue eye flew open - he wasn't sure at what point he had squeezed it shut. Did she... what? What had she said? Did he know what she wanted him to do? He didn't have a clue. He could barely think. If she had wanted to torment him and do things her way, force him to realize who was really in charge, she had certainly accomplished all of that. He'd never known he could feel so much all at once, and he'd never felt like he had so little control. "N-no..." he murmured in response to her question, his voice hardly reaching more than a whisper. Finally she pulled her head away from his belly, at which point he relaxed just slightly, his tail drooping as he tried to stand just slightly; maybe he wasn't going rip him apart in the most gruesome way he'd imagined. Instead, she stepped forward until her left shoulder was aligned with his left hip. A seemingly playful gesture, she brushed her muzzle against the back of his thigh just as he had done to her, tossing his lush tail upward, and warmth returned to his body after the ice that had frozen in his veins only moments ago. His legs trembled from the extreme fluctuation in hormones. This was all a little bit much, but was it worth the risk? Of course it was.

Despite the sensation of impending death that was just seconds behind him, he would chance it all again as he was drawn towards her lure once more. Her tail flicked aside, batting him in the nose as she demanded that he show her how much he hated her. He grinned, a dark chuckle escaping him. "As you wish," he replied in a low voice. Well, hate was kind of a strong word now, wasn't it? He wasn't sure if he hated her or loved her after this, but he wasn't about to argue with her or sit around trying to figure it out. Instead, a pitiful whine left him before it morphed into a desperate growl, his mind going blank as rational thoughts left him. Somehow his legs supported him as he stood fully and curved his body so that he could move behind her again. His excitement growing once more, his snout reached forward, brushing roughly past her tail that she had moved aside as he pressed closer to her. His head reached around the feminine curve of her hip as he tried to press the front his chest against her rump, his chin moving in an upward sweep until it rested over her lower back, inhaling her scent greedily as he did so. Again he would try to rear up on his hind legs, his forelegs reaching desperately for her waist. Please, please... this time, just... hold.. still, his desperate mind pleaded. He was so close. He would try again to pull himself closer to her, his breath coming sharply. If she wanted hatred now, he would give it to her - and he had a lot of it just waiting to be released. With a growl, he tried to press into her once more.

-attempted fade-

Sabine was riding a terribly cruel high. While she would probably never have a true understanding of what she was putting Ehrgeiz through, she was very aware of the fear that gripped him. She could smell his terror on him and yes, his lust too. It was a cute combination made all the more sweet by the belief that his fear and submission made him...less. In a weird way it was soothing. Reassuring. Sabine tore through life trying to right a wrong bestowed upon her at birth. As a child she had been constantly underestimated and as an adult she overcompensated for her (supposed) weakness by humiliating others. That Ehrgeiz appeared cowed stroked her ego. Perhaps this would have gone down differently had the roles been reversed. Having someone grip her waist required her to relinquish more control than she cared to give. The whole process, enjoyable or not, relied far too heavily on someone else's action. If she thought flipping him over and sitting on him would have produced the same results she'd had done it. As it was, his submissive behavior assured her that he was well aware of who was truly in control. "One wrong move," she assured herself. One wrong move and she would tear him apart. Ehrgeiz chuckled before replying, the sound grating on her taunt nerves and undermining her confidence. She frowned skeptically, wondering if he was perhaps enjoying her rough treatment a little too much, and then a piteous whine left his lips. The sound was mollifying for her. He sounded desperate. Needy. She'd managed to wrap him around her little finger, hadn't she? Good. Sabine heart really began to hammer when Ehrgeiz circled around behind her. She wasn't messing with him this time; this was real and it was going to happen. His chest bumped into her rump and the sound of her heart pounding in her ears grew deafening. A soft growl left her lips before she could stop it, her lips curling in a warning he couldn't see. In a heartbeat he had found his way onto her back, his smaller chest nestled into the hollow above her hips and his legs gripping her waist. She wanted this, she really did, but letting go was hard. Sabine gritted her teeth in agitation. She wasn't having second thoughts, fuck no. This was her boy. She owned him. He knew it, she knew it, so they may as well get to fucking already, right? The giantess shoved backwards and the two met somewhere in the middle. -fade-