She knew the sensation well; it burned in her like fire, a familiar ache in her body that she?d experienced twice before. Twice before in the company of a harem that had locked her away, writhing against lovely feminine bodies until the sensation, bodies that wouldn?t render her swollen with child. After all, the only thing more useless than a pregnant whore was the spawn she would deliver. But Medusa was no longer a whore; she was a Madame, a Queen without the fancy title, and as such she needed to secure her position. She did not trust a man to knock her up and lay no claim to her; there were few she could think of that would not want to own her after laying their seed in her womb.
Deteste was not such a man.

His lovely little mate had given her the go ahead, and thus without an unnecessary fight to bother with, she felt no shame in finding an isolated corner in Amenti and calling for the Master. She felt no shame in the provocative way that she lounged, eyes glazed as she waited for him, hungering for him. Before she had restrained herself, locked away desires and tried to restrain her remarks due to her hopes of keeping to her word for once in her life. Now, however, she felt free to let go. She knew her smell would be obvious, knew her intentions would be obvious, and she did not care. She lifted her maw towards the sky, letting loose a sultry howl, a summons for her dear Master.

For too long she had suffered the desires of heat, and now she needed the man to put her out of her misery so to speak. Now, before she ran off and did something foolish. Medusa was a whore with control, but when it came to heat all bets were off. Perhaps at first she would be in control, but she did not believe that she would fully be able to restrain her desires upon sight of a male. A whore with control was still a whore, after all. No, she wanted to end this now, when she knew who the father would be and knew that he would not try to make her his. After all, she already belonged to Jupiter. Why would she ever need somebody else to try to own her soul, when they would never come close to being the russet queen?

The summer season had begun and Deteste did not welcome it. First of all, he wasn't a summer wolf. The sun with it's sallow, unforgiving light focused on his dark pelt and caused him to itch, to burn and to writhe. Secondly, though they hadn't spoken of it yet, he knew that summer was Medusa's fertile season. He had seen the physical changes as the days dwindled. Her beauty growing and her curves ripening as summer days approached. The mangled canopy of the red forest would protect him from the sun but there was no escape from the complex stain that was to be made upon his integrity. Integrity. It was a joke really. It was a great jest. It was the very characteristic that had put Deteste in the position of forbidden fruit for the Madame. And for the Madame, apparently nothing was forbidden.


He was angry. He would spend days in endless patrols. He would harass lesser Amenti members. He would hunt and kill voraciously and spend stony, silent nights with the woman whom had damned him. A woman who he never thought would betray his trust though he wasn't surprised that she had fallen into one of Medusa's webs. As much as he did these things nothing could sait the anger. He would go as far as observing Medusa wantingly. A purposeful insult to Laxago. His behavior not flirtatious but certainly not proper. All to express his discontent. He was one of the animals here now. He would dirty himself, stoop to the lowest point in a desperate attempt to rub away the rage but nothing helped.


So at last the day had come and he heard her call and she wasn't far from him. He trotted dutifully in her direction, attempting to clear his mind as he approached. With every step his limbs were numb and turned to lead. His heart fluttered sickeningly and in his mouth he could taste the acid that sloughed in his stomach with each heavy step. The anger was gone. Replaced with dread. He would be Medusa's only unwilling caller. And to think that Jupiter had risked her life for the sake of rape. But in dread he was at least clear to think and he drew from his muddled thoughts the few conditions he needed to set before completing Laxago's debt.


She neared. Her body growing. Her unwanted, musky set hitting his maw like the taste of blood in his unwillingness. Desire was obvious in her glance and Deteste assumed that the unreal power that she currently believed she held over him was half the high she now experienced. He was languid. He spoke. I have some conditions. It was business only. If you do not abide to them you will not conceive or keep these children.

"speech"

He would arrive and she would grin, rising to her feet and doing her best to contain herself. She hadn?t spoken to Deteste of her proposition, but she knew he knew. Laxago would not keep quiet about such a thing, at least so far as the Madame saw. Lust ravaged her body; she was used to feigning such things, feeling them in a sense, but not being controlled by her emotions in such a way. She felt out of control, and yet she didn?t wish to display it. She restrained herself, looking upon Deteste like he was a cup of water and she were dying of dehydration in a vast desert of desolate heat. She thirsted for him, thirsted to carry his young within her, although ordinarily the thought would disgust her.

He spoke of conditions, and she would nod, supposing that it was only fair. ?I cannot abide by that which I do not know,? she spoke, inviting him to list the conditions he desired her to obey. Medusa did not know if she would actually obey them or not; if he asked too much she would agree for the purposes of getting what she wanted. After all, she held no honor. And yet she did not jump to the conclusion that deception was necessary, because she did not know if the man would ask too much of her. He knew her, knew what she was capable of, and he would realize what she would do and would not do.

He eyed her with a certain level of exasperation. She was so wound in her desire that he doubted much of what he was saying, or would say, would hold much value and it was possible that the conditions he would list would not be honored. A heavy, ragged breath pressed slowly through his black lips. His tongue scraped rudely against his top jaw. A nervous bite drew blood. They hadn't spoken of this arrangement until the moment had come and even now he had no concept of her reasons or desires. It was possible she would conceive but the agreement was an insult to Deteste and the only motive he saw behind it was her innate desire to fuck what had once been untouchable. She had fucked all of Amenti. She had fucked Jupiter. And now she was going to fuck him. Had she spoken to him instead of Laxago perhaps he would have understood. Perhaps he would have understood her reasons. Perhaps he would have been willing. But that chance had passed. And here they were.


These children will be loved. And they will be my children too. If you fail them they will be mine only. he spoke. Loudly, firmly. An attempt to speak through her fog, the fantasy dream that she was living out. And my children will not be raised as whores. He stated, louder now, a snarl bubbling at the close of the sentence. He wasn't sure if she could meet these conditions. And in all his heart he wanted her to admit this and to leave him be. But he knew it wouldn't be as easy as that. There was some sort of significance Medusa saw in him that had lead to her choice. But he was prepared in all ways to force the woman to meet the conditions. He would take the children from her if he saw detriment in their lives. In an extreme case he was ready to kill them before they grew too old. He wasn't heartless. His soul coiled miserably at the idea. His lips were now moist with his bloodied tongue, having just exercised it for speech. His eyes watered. It was his most pitiful state. Perhaps it would make him less appealing.

"speech"

She would listen to him as best she could, deciding she might as well realize what she was listening to. His conditions were not too unreasonable she supposed, but Medusa would not just merely agree. She wanted him, but he needed to understand a few things. ?They will not long for anything. They will always be provided for, will always be given what they desire, but I cannot promise to love them. I am incapable of such a thing,? she said. Perhaps except with Jupiter, but to call their relationship love was to minimize it. She needed Jupiter. She didn?t merely hold affection for the sol, but rather she needed her like she needed water and food and air.
?I will not beat them except in discipline. If that makes you uncomfortable, I will leave the discipline to you,? she said. It was difficult to not move over to him, to not press against him and absorb his heat and take what he would give her. ?I do not raise whores. The harem I was raised in does,? she said, and it was a glimpse at the side of her that perhaps Deteste did not know. A glimpse at the horrors that had happened, the things that were too painful to remember.

?I do not raise whores, but I will not change myself. I will not teach them to be like me, but I will not discourage them if they form habits. I will let them grow how they will,? she asserted. ?I was once a gardened flower, and it is not a fate I would give to our spawn,? she spoke. She remembered the mannerisms that had been beaten into her, the cruel Lord whom she had learned to fear and submit to, the lifestyle she had not chosen. She did not remember the details, but she knew. She was slowly coming to remember things, and why she was letting Deteste know was beyond her. Even Jupiter did not know from where she?d come. She didn?t know, and didn?t care to be introspective enough to figure it out.

Medusa's words were not what he expected to be, nor were they particularly comforting but they did calm Deteste and be began to observe the woman he was expected to take. To look into the cold blue of her eyes as they spoke. He only nodded once she had finished her explanations and a long silence fell between them before he spoke again. I will love them. he stated. This wasn't a union he had planned or desired but the children he would love none the less. He wanted this to be understood. And I will appreciate you as their mother. he watched the woman carefully, chosing the words as best he could to explain what he meant. He would never love Medusa. They worked well together and at times they had, had physical chemistry but there was no emotional relationship between them. Now there would be. It was perhaps a form of love but his true loyalty and passion was for Laxago.


There was one more request he needed to list and it would be perhaps the most difficult one for Medusa to abide to. He understood this and so was sacrificing his own... resources in the woman's favor. Lastly... he began. His timbre was firm and his affect was now collected and enduring. I want you to have no others from this point until the end of your pregnancy. At least no other men. If you believe that will be too difficult you may call upon me at any time to aid you... Laxago does not need to know of this agreement. he stated finally. He did not wince as spoke but the fluttering of his heart did not cease. This was not the man he was but it was the best he could do to retain his virtue.


He closed the distance between them, leaving only a couple inches between their bodies as he began to prepare himself, mentally, for what he was expected to do. He could smell her now. Not her heat but her true scent and it's familiarity comforted him. Deteste saw Medusa not as an adulteress but a capable leader and a capable woman. She chose to live her life as she wanted and disregarded any negative judgement. Deteste respected her for this and in this moment he preferred to see her in this light. He wanted to be with the strong, driven woman that Medusa was. Not with the sex-driven vixen that other men might see her as.
"speech"

She assumed her partial agreements were not completely what Deteste was looking for, but it was the best she could offer. If he rejected her she supposed she would have to find another willing male, a feat that she did not think would be all that difficult. Nonetheless his statement that he would love them was what she took for acceptance of this fact. ?I do not doubt it,? she said, wondering if these were the last of his requests. Deteste would speak again, however, and this one she found somewhat more difficult to agree with. She could understand, but that didn?t make it any easier to agree to. ?I made a promise to Laxago that I do not intend to break, but I will not seek other men after today. I will be certain to keep Jupiter busy,? she chuckled, completely open about her plans.

Distance started to closer, and Medusa was starting to lose control. A whimper left her lips, a noise that she had been unable to restrain. ?I?m ready when you are, big boy,? she teased, unable to control herself. She had been struggling with heat for a while now and she?d managed to avoid sexual encounters with other males so far, but now she was near a male whom she would allow herself to be intimate with. She pressed forward, hoping to press the heat of her body against his, inviting him to take her whenever he wanted. She would seal now a deal that would forever change her life, all for the sake of a stable kingdom and the defenses of her dearly beloved Jupiter.

Deteste nodded in regards to Medusa's reply and though her mind was somewhat clouded at the moment he did not doubt that she would break the conditions he had set. He had nothing else to say and a thick silence followed Medusa's whimper. His heart thudded violently in anticipation for the act he was expected to commit. He had not had another woman than Laxago and the expectation caused him to feel uneasy. His cerulean eyes shed an intense glance at the woman before him. Noticing the glinting silver in her gaze and the milky reflection of moonlight upon her otherwise raven black pelt. She was beautiful but the fact only sunk his spirits further.


Heat flourished at the contact of their bodies. Their chests colliding as Medusa stepped forward. He was soon clouded with her ripeness and he attempted to submit to a more carnal awareness. The heat of their touching bodies spread further into him and without thought he lowered his jaw toward the woman. The point of his maw stroked her cheek, rebounding to outline her folded ears and sliding against the plush fur along her neckline. He was a romantic lover. Medusa would know now. But in the moment true awareness was fleeting for it was the only way for the act to be done. Deteste's crown lowered further and his cheek was pressed against her shoulder as he slowly walked towards her backside. The friction between their bodies was catlike. A low growl of desire rumbled from his chest. He paused, heeding to thought only for a moment to allow the woman time to ready herself.

"speech"

Her legs shook for a moment, weighed down by a nervousness. She was not nervous about the act itself; that sort of anxiety had been beaten out of her from a young age. No, she was nervous about the weight of motherhood, about the uncertainties that stood before her. For all that Medusa was unphased, she was not flawless. Every heart had a fear, and hers feared that she would fail. Deteste seemed to pull that vulnerability out of her for some reason, and it unnerved her. Nonetheless she was ready, wanting his heat against hers in the throes of lust.
His muzzle ran along her face in affection and she pressed back ever so slightly, wondering how much was too much, not sure of her boundaries in this interaction, unsure of herself. He moved slowly into an acceptable position, and she prepared herself for him, looking over her shoulder for a moment with a subtle smirk. She would say nothing, but it was her way of letting him know that she was ready. He didn?t need to be cautious if that was not what he wanted, and he didn?t need to be rough either. She would sit and wait, ready for him, ready to fulfill the bargain that had been struck and change the strange relationship that existed between them. Well, perhaps the biggest change would be the little lives they would have to work together to protect, and potential awkward tension.

Upon feeling the woman's quake Deteste raised his crown and placed it upon her spine. The end of his jaw rested upon her hip. It was meant to be a reassuring gesture and as it was made the man broke for a moment from his instinct and into his thoughts. There had been many moments where he had reassured Medusa in the same fashion and he wondered whether he had been wrong in seeking such a connection with the woman for here she was taking advantage of the one good thing he had shown her. And even in the event of her betrayal and greed he continued to be there for her. Ever loyal to his leader and ever faithful to his... friends. He hoped that Medusa understood that she would not be alone in parenthood. They had much to provide for the children and even if she could not find it in her heart to love him they would, regardless of the situation, be special and loved by their father.


Movement. Their bodies shifted and his head slid from her hip and unto her thigh. Then again slid from her thigh and against her lush tail, the feel of it soft against Deteste's face. A nudge would briefly displace the woman's tail as his body lifted swiftly upon her. His forelimbs would pull her hot body close to his own, his digits gentle but firm about her waist. A gentle tug pulled the woman's scruff between Deteste's jowls as he finalized his positioning. She was in the moment completely vulnerable to him. Just as countless others had under the mercy of his teeth. But a muffled grunt would release his grip as they merged. His head rested aside her own.



-Fade to Black -

"speech"

There would be no going back from this, not that Medusa would want such a thing at this point. She was a most stubborn sort of woman, and now her mind was firmly set. Their bodies would touch, her eyes closing as she tried her best to keep control. She?d never felt quite so vulnerable as she felt now, never known that her actions would have consequences more than she knew it now. She would do her best to relax, to let Deteste do what he would and then deal with the consequences later. She tried not to think of how her stomach would swell or the little ones that she would be bound to for the rest of her life; instead she tried to do what whores like her did best, and fade into the pleasure of the temporary embrace.
-faded-