Nothing But A Ragdoll

Chimera · 07-03-2021, 10:57 PM

He could feel the hesitation pour off of the small woman as she thought about how to address the issue at hand. His muscles were sore, so of course she would eventually come to the conclusion to rub them. The little fae came up beside him and Chimera could feel the warmth of her body pouring into his own. The clock was ticking but she didn't waste much time at all in deciding what needed to be done.

Aliana stepped up close to him and, with a word of intent, moved to place her paws upon his back between his shoulder blades. That initial touch made that little trigger within him want to bite, but he controlled it. Instead he focused on the warm pads of the slave woman's paws as they kneaded the tight muscles in his back. As she worked, the tense tightness in his massive frame gave way to relaxation. That was, until she stopped and moved away.

Chimera opened his eyes and stared as the monochromatic fae went off to rustle around in the bushes. She came back with a few different herbs and he could smell the nasty, green tang of them. Despite his sister being an herbalist, Chimera was not a fan of herbs. Not the smell of them or the taste of them or the feel of their oily, greasiness on his fur or flesh.

As Aliana came forward with the herbs and voiced her intent to use them on him, a low growl pulled from the brute. "Never put any of that oily garbage on me," he warned. "The other one used lavender oil on me once and I smelled like a fae for a week." He grumbled, remembering what Dalila had done. Remembering her existence sent a flare of fire through him and the behemoth rose, shaking out his striped coat. He'd had enough. The moment had been ruined. "You can take those back and give them to Siren. She might be able to use them." At least the effort wouldn't have been wasted.

"Turn around," he growled low once more, stalking towards the small fae with practiced, fluid motions. Chimera was a hunter. A killer. His movements were smooth and deliberate. There was no denying what the woman's future held. With one big paw, he hooked it over one hip bone and pulled her slender frame towards him as he covered her. The brutes nose buried in the back of her neck and he inhaled deeply of her scent, learning her and filling his senses with her. With his teeth next to her ear, Chimera spoke in his typical growling purr. "Don't scream too loudly." With that, he placed his paw on the back of her neck and pushed the woman's face and chest into the grassy ground beneath them. That was how he took her the first time. With her face smashed into the ground, he took her without giving her a choice. Chimera asserted his dominance over her. He showed the woman that she was an object; a receptacle. Aliana existed purely for his amusement; his pleasure. The woman was alive and well by his grace alone.

He was not kind by any means. Chimera's actions were rough and he didn't care one bit for her comfort. Mid-coitus, the dire brute opened his jaws and sank his jagged, sharp teeth into the small fae's neck and shoulder. The rich flavor of her blood pooling upon his tongue was orgasmic, and it was just what he needed.

-----Fade for some reason-----

Afterwards when Chimera had pulled away, he lay sprawled out on the grass. He hadn't moved away from the slave woman. Their sides still touched while he basked in the moment and regained his breath. Casting a side-eye towards the woman, he noted the dark blood upon her damaged neck. Again, using one big paw, he scooped her towards him and, in an odd gesture of kindness, began gently cleaning the wound with light, slow swipes of his tongue. He wasn't always a monster.

"Chimera Quill Klein"

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