Nothing But A Ragdoll

Chimera · 07-02-2021, 05:51 PM

Like a dutiful slave she followed and Chimera already liked her better than the other one. He enjoyed the fact that she was monochromatic in coloring. He enjoyed that she was small and well formed. Dainty. Womanly. Though she was a slave, he quite enjoyed looking at her. By the way she walked, he imagined that she wasn't untouched. The gentle sway of her hips looked as though she knew how to use them. Or had been forced to learn to use them. Either way, he appreciated her graceful motion. Pity he was walking in front of her now.

As they moved into the thicker bits of the island, the woman's soft voice questioned him. Normally, Chimera would have rounded on her and demanded that she only speak when spoken to, but just like her walk, he enjoyed her voice. It wasn't the guttural growls of Viper and it wasn't the demure tones of Siren. It was something else. Just this once he would answer her question. "Somewhere more private." Somewhere where no one will hear your screams and come running, was what he left unsaid.

The pair walked and as they did, Chimera's mood shifted. Now that they were alone... what did he want? Initially he'd planned on beating and biting, but now other things were on his mind. The gargantuan brute suddenly felt tired. Though he was only two, he had considered himself a man for a long while now. The amount of work that he put into the island, keeping Siren safe, seeing to Viper's needs, hunting, protecting, feeding, accommodating, providing... It took its toll. He had earned some relaxation, right?

The foliage gave way to a grass covered clearing at the far end of the island. He'd found this place long ago and came here from time to time to just unwind and decompress. Curling his head, he looked behind him with one working eye, making sure that the girl followed. Once she was in sight, the tri-colored brute lowered himself to the grass, hind legs stretched out behind him. His head lowered and he placed his chin upon the grass between his forelegs.

"My muscles are sore," he spoke in his normal low rumble. Though he looked relaxed, his mismatched ears were pricked forward and rigid. This was her first test. The other slave had rubbed his sore muscles once and he'd quite liked it. If this one did the same, he could truly say that she was an upgrade. Sprawled there upon the grass, Chimera waited to see how Aliana would bend to his will and see to his needs.

"Chimera Quill Klein"

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