PAPERCUT

He denied her his name and she didn?t mind it at all. If it pleased him she would let him deny her his name; there were only few names that mattered in the lands of Alacritis, after all. One?s name could be changed, but one?s appearance and personality could only ever be masked. She could not restrain her laugh when he told her to call him Daddy, wondering what sort of kinky man she?d found herself amongst. ?Sie sind wunderbar, Daddy? (You are wonderful) she crooned, wondering when the last time she?d had this much fun was. Most of her intimate encounters had proved rather vanilla, but now she was tucked beneath the control of this man in a way she did not mind. What was the harm in an act?
His trailing snout left a trail of fire in its wake, and she keened, almost begging him to stop and take her. In reality she was not nearly so lost in pleasure, although she did admit that she was starting to feel a tad bit frustrated. And yet she would endure, having been raised with a sense of patience when it came to these ordeals. His mouth found its way once more against her womanhood and she would groan, as if she couldn?t control herself. The sensation did fog her mind a bit, but not quite enough. This was a serious matter after all; what could she tell this man?

She would never fathom spilling forth Jupiter?s name, nor would she consider telling him of any of her allies in a traitorous way (she knew better than most how dirty little secrets came out, and she would rather not have some very large prides attacking her), and neither would she tell him about her own crown. Instead she would profess a crooked tooth lie. ?Newt, Newt Saxe,? she groaned. ?S-she?s a dire wolf, a-a woman who commands a legion of ass-assassins. S-she just lost her p-pack but, s-she?s strong,? she groaned, having arrived at a suitable solution. Part of her, however, was feeling dangerous. ?D-do you know how she fell?? she asked, as if ready to tell a story.