Your Blood and Bones are Mine to Hold

Chimera · 08-15-2021, 06:07 AM

Once she noticed his presence, the slave girl's eyes widened and she began busying herself even more. Whatever she had been preparing was forgotten as the package landed beside her. It took her a moment more to process that the wrapped bundle was indeed for her, his but pointed stare was answer enough to that. Chimera watched as the clouded fae peeled open the wrapping to her gift.

The grey and white fae's eyes widened, her lips parting as a soft gasp pulled from her. Still, Chimera only watched as she slid her tiny paw down the finely tailored pelt. The stroking stopped for a moment as she came to the same imperfections that he too had noticed. They both knew where and when those marks had surfaced and he was glad that they were there. A reminder of what he'd done for her.

As her admiration of the fur continued, the slave seemed to notice that there was something else tucked away within. This was the part that he was most anticipating. The black and white behemoth wanted to see her reaction as he made it even more evident that she was just a piece of property. The thought of owning her and letting the world see that she was a simple possession made things tighten down below. Reflexively, Chimera's tail curled above his spine in a show of dominance as the leather collar came to light.

Rather than turn away in fear or embarrassment, Aliana thanked him. She then slid the collar over her head and did one of the most attractive things he'd ever seen a woman do to date. The slave woman tilted her head back and asked if he would tie the laces shut. Chimera's vision shook, the pale pink orb pinning as he fought to focus on the fae rather than ravage her right there. It was... difficult.

Stepping forward slowly, like a predator towards prey, Chimera seated himself. Raising both paws, he took the laces and slowly pulled the collar tight. There was an urge to keep pulling; to see what her body might look like as it thrashed around, fighting for air. Would she fight him? Beg him silently to spare her? Or would she be a good little girl, just like she always was, and accept her fate? In the end, Chimera tied the laces, letting the ends drop from his paws before he pulled back.

They were both recovering from injuries, but he had never wanted the slave girl more than he wanted her right now. It was a struggle to keep himself in check.

So he didn't.

With Aliana's chin still tilted slightly upward, Chimera's paw rose to cup her chin. His lips crashed into hers and his tongue slid into her maw, absorbing the sweet, clean taste of her. The two-faced brutes other paw moved to slide behind the woman's body and with one easy pull, he had her laying flat on her back on the den floor. She was so small and easy to handle. That was one of the things that he enjoyed about the women around him. They were all easy to throw around. He didn't throw the slave, however. Chimera was uncharacteristically gentle.

The beast lowered his body over top of hers. He'd never taken her like this before but found the prospect of doing so to be rather pleasing. He could stare down into the face of his woman and see how much he hurt her. How much he pleased her. How much she wanted him to stop and how much she would never ask him to stop. Their bodies were chest to chest, Chimera's bulk threatening to crush the grey woman beneath him. He stared down at the black leather collar as he slowly sank into her. A shuddering groan left the man, his eyes drifting closed for a moment. He then locked his limbs above both of the woman's shoulders to hold her in place. Only then did he begin a slow but steady pace. A pace that was also uncharacteristic.

-Fade for reasons-

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