She is so precious, and she is so focused. Adorning her husband?s wishes with the most apparent form of respect. Obedience. Her light vocals call for her family, as she dances across the Earth, ah, yes, the Bellator?s have risen to power yet again, and the woman only wishes to bless her family with more of their numbers, and yet, she finds herself having fallen. Her husband is gone, his scent cleansed from the lands, and Lothair, his brother, assumes his position. Assumes her. Takes her as though she is his, and while her darling is away, she may not protest. She is a follower. Her body offered unto the males of the Bellator when he is not there to lay claim to her.

Ready to take them to this home that she so longs to be within? she summons him, Lothair, to tell of the plans that have been made, and she only prays that as he comes it will be to honor his brother?s wishes. The evening sun has faded and she is faced with the pulls of night, like a lover grasps her partner, her nails press into the earth, clamping the dirt in wonderment. Will she come to regret calling forth the man called Lothair? Will he set aside his fumes? She knows little of what to expect, and for those reasons, she is cautious.


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Family, it was all that mattered to him. From the beginning he was groomed to be the leader. He was to be the key to their family?s prosperity. Yet what was he ruling? Scattered like flies was the family but he would hunt them all down and bring them all together. They were far greater in numbers then alone. He had been searching for her. His father was gone and so everything was up to him. Including her.

So like a siren she called to him. His dark lips curled in a smile. She needed to be useful didn?t she? She would be. Even his father couldn?t complain if she was eager to serve someone. At least it would be him and not some whore of a male. He followed that song like his life depended on it. Had she found where they were going? It was about time the Bellator family made themselves known.

Soon enough that glorious figure came into focus. How has his father caught such a beauty? He was a vicious man and he was uncertain if he ever treated the lady with kindness. He only saw the man that had pushed him so hard to be what he wanted him to be. ?You call my lady?? he said with a bland tone. He wasn?t dismissing her call but he knew not what it meant. He was not the type for playful banter but a little wouldn?t hurt.

?It seems my lord father has taken some leave as of late. So who warms your bed for you now?? he teased, he knew damn well who would be warming her bed but he wanted to hear her say it. before the others came to her call and found them.

So impressionable, so submissive, so ready to fall to the commands of those that demand things of her. In her bless she is an elegant display of her name. Listening to them. Controlling them. Falling into line while beginning a new lineage. Such a perfect balance of divine right. Such a perfect display of elegance. She perfects, exemplifies, and crafts what the world should be like. O how she mirrors them. O how she teaches them. O how he comes like a man ready to receive his kingdom. Can she deny him of his right? His trade? Alas, she cannot. Such youth, such vivaciousness. Lothair, O sweet Lothaire won?t you spare me?

?The absence of your father brings your reign...I fully support you, however, I must inspire you to my Husband?s wishes. Should I have failed him...I fear his return. His displeasure-To Seracia he wishes to go,? Sublime words trickle from her lips and her pink eyes dance over the hellion?s frame. Ah yes, this is the man she is accepting as the King to the Bellator?s, and yet she has no reason to protest. With him in power, her line, The Margox, they fall into oblivion. Her only choice is that he chooses to take her as his own. His wife, and yet, she fears this, fears the disgrace of belonging to another. Of allowing his body to bridle her own.

?No one warms my bed, Sire, in the absence of a Bellator husband, I am left a Margox and nothing more,? Her lyrics pool forth, a passive attempt to dissuade him, and yet she is skeptical of the power her indirect protest will have.

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The submissive, they were oh so alluring. They needed guidance, A role to play in some major play. She had served his father faithfully but he was away now. That left her vulnerable. Left her open for his slow assault. Should he desire it he could force the issue and make her belong to him for a while. Least, till his father came to claim what was rightfully his. Should the time come then he would graciously release his captive to her original bindings. His russet ear twitched to her words. So, he wanted them to head to Seracia. What purpose would they have to infiltrate the pack? It did not belong to them and it was not their kingdom so why did he wish for them to hold a presence in this domain? Those questions would go unanswered but he was a faithful son and his father?s word was law.

?Very well, does my lord father wish for us all to find haven within the confines of Seracia?? he asked, he knew she would only know what little his father had told her but it would mean he needed to find his siblings and bring them to their new home. His tail flicked anxiously behind him. The need to move was almost overwhelming but he remained where he was and as still as he could manage. His orange gaze lingered over the breathtaking lady?s body for a moment. Admiring the work the gods had brought to her. No wonder his father was so ready to bed her. He couldn?t help the spike of desire that filled him when he looked at her.

Her response to his question amused him. Oh yes someone would be residing in her bed, due in time. He would seduce her slowly and make her think it was her idea all along. Make her think that she was nothing if she did not love him just as she loved his father. She would be his side goal, A personal one that he would indeed acquire in due time. ?Rest assured my lady your nights would not go unaccompanied. I will make sure you are never lonely in my fathers absence.? He said softly, yet all the implications were there in his eyes. She was his by right but he wanted to work for it if only to make it challenging.

It was to her knowledge that with her husband down and out she would merely assist her youth, prepare them to be women of valor and men of Bellator readiness. However, it had also come to her attention that when Abaddon came back she would be back to his side, her body for his alone, and no other could she grow accustomed to having. Opinionated little thing for someone so silent? Not exactly, she was merely flesh, merely holding thoughts of rebellion. If Lothaire so desired her body then it would be his. She had no say in the matter. She would be his slave. His bitch.

Her ears would turn towards him as he questioned her, and she could be honest. She knew not what to tell him. She didn't know what it was that her darling had felt so compelled to, but she knew far too well that Seracia would become their home until otherwise stated and given. Salmon tongue rolled over her nose and she turned her head slightly toards the Earth, "I know little what my husband had in mind, Lothaire, and you are not forced to make his decisions. It is merely out of respect I would pray you do so, for I can not answer you. He speaks and I do," Ah, such was the way of the world.

"It is you who plan on accompanying me, O Lothaire?" her eyes would run over his body and she knew that while he was attractive she couldn't picture him as Abaddon. Could not take to the thought of another resting beside her, breathing with her, and yet, if this request was so his, she could not deny him. "Is it me, or is it my daughter you prefer?" And while he was vividly aware that he could have both, she had to wonder if it was her daughter turn at matriarch, and while Venetia was a simple girl, her eyes perhaps her only controversial accent, she was a dutiful wife, and it was all that was asked.

Her lithe frame would dip forward towards him and her head would bow unto him, "If you are demanding I be your Queen, then I am your Queen, sire," Her rose like eyes would turn up from where she lay and she would stare at him in mild fright, "If proving that is what you need then have me,"

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So was her way. Always following what she was told. Never voicing her desires. He could not make her speak her mind. It was who she was but he could care. His ears twitched as he tilted his head to her question. Did he want her daughter? Had he asked her if he wanted her? So where had the notion come from? He shook his head, ?No my lady. I spoke plainly enough. It is you who I desire, not your daughter.? He said softly.

He moved closer. The invitation was enough. He wouldn?t dare force himself on anyone. He had the charms, the whit, and the stamina to find his way into any woman?s bed. He was a lover and cared about the importance of his companion?s desires. It was what made him so desirable. She pushed his crushed russet coat against her creamy soft fur. Marking her in a way and allowing his embrace to be gentle. He nipped gently at her neck, and laid a kiss upon her muzzle.

He would be gentle with her. Allow the moments to linger and make her question her love for his father. Would he be so caring to her? Would he hope to please her just as he pleased himself? What satisfaction was there if the partner wasn?t as enthralled and filled with bliss as he was?

He made his way towards her rear. Allowing his nose to graze her hips. Letting his tongue slip to taste the air around her. To see if she was in heat, the talking has distracted him and if they coupled he wanted her to take. The air tasted like passion and he smiled gently. So to was indeed her time. Foolish of his father to leave his wife in his sons care knowing she would be coming into her time.

He pulled behind her. Pushing his body against her and he allowed himself to grasp her hips with scooping paws. He was careful not to have his claws dig to hard to pull. He didn?t want to hurt her. He wanted her to enjoy what was happening and lay his claim over his fathers ?property?.

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Her words would tether off and she would leave the environment alone as his voice carried through, denying her daughter, and while yet it embarrassed her, she would remain in her silence. Her careful observation of him strong and silent as she lowered herself before him. How was she supposed to take to the things she so wanted? The things she so needed, and even in her content state of mind, she would wonder.

His masculine frame would drift near her and she would in hale his warm scent. Eyes would envelop his incredible size and she would feel his muzzle come to grips with her, and she would kiss him back, offering the passion that only she offered Abaddon. This was her lover, at least for now, and he would have her in any way he so desired.

Her breath would tremor carefully and her withers would quake with defined lust as his body circled hers his nose dancing over his withers and her body adjusting to him. Aye, she was in heat, and she could feel the all-to-familiar burn of what seemed an insatiable fire. His paws would wrap around her hips as her body arched against his, her head falling back in his general direction as his body's chest melded against the contours of her back. A sultry moan would flee her lips as he dared invite her to the dance only Abaddon had ever endured with ehr, and she could only allow herself the breathy pleasures that came.


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