Take Me
Since being claimed by the family of five and growing, Squirrel has been left pretty much to his own devices and it was starting to take a toll. The boy was finding himself rubbing against the trees and rocks around, stretching with his butt in the air and tail swinging high. He needed release, and and he needed it now but his Masters were not providing. With a whine he set off, straying from the sleeping wolves and slinking into the night. Eyes darted left and right, head lifting so that he could scent the air for any signs of others in the area.
"Looking for someone?" his monotoned voice would call out. This wolf was covered with the scents of other. He must have belonged to someone. It didn't look like he was a full fledged member of anything. Liar had dealt with plenty of slaves in his past to know when he saw one. Though touching someone else's property could be rather dangerous.
Someone was here, a voice holding the deep and masculine tone of a man. Just what the boy was looking for. Head swung around in the direction he heard it from, bronze eyes locking onto a large and oddly marked male just feet away. He asked a question, was the slave looking for someone? Gulping, Squirrel would slowly nod his head, tail swinging between his legs. He was looking for someone, looking for them to do something with him. Satisfy this horrible urge that was starting to make his groan ache. Would this stranger do that though? Ears folded back and a small whine slipped from Squirrel's jaws, body lowering to the ground and slowly creeping forward. 'Make it go away.' He wanted to cry, moving closer and closer towards the wolf. Tail began to lift, curling over his back as he tried to lick at Liar's paws. |
Liar let out a soft grunt, lowering his head to the other he softly patted him on the top of his head with his lower jaw. "There there, I can make it all better." It didn't sound too excited with the lack of tone in his voice. However as he stood up again, he would wait to see what the other would do. If he was correct, Squirrel just turn around and bend over while he was at it. Though he better be prepared, Liar had layed with many a man and women it was something not easily forgotten and many got addicted to. Though he had no intention of stealing this one, at least he didn't think so himself.
He flinched at the initial movement, unintentional. Being what he was, Squirrel had learned to expect pain at any moment, whether he did something wrong or not. It didn't bother him however, the youngling had grown to enjoy the lashings, getting a sick pleasure from the pain.
This man however wouldn't harm him, just patted him gently on the head with his jaw and said he could make it all better. Ears perked up and tail began to wiggle at this, another whine slipping from Squirrel's dark lips as he began to rub his face up and down the man's leg in gratitude. Hopefully he'd be able to inflict some kind of harm, really make the boy feel it. Lifting himself a little higher the slave would run his back against the man's neck much like a cat, tail brushing over his shoulder as he moved in front of him and bent over, tail moving out of the way, whimpering quietly. |
His front paws would come up to rest on Squirrel's shoulders. Tilting his head to the right attempting to latch onto the man's scruff as hard as he could. It probably would puncture, back paws going to settle himself in the correct position. At least Alacritis was showing him some promise for the most part. Something interesting popped up, even if Squirrel was not of his interest.
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Inch by inch the boy's back began to arch like a wave from the man's touch, a shiver running up the boys spine as the tongue ran the opposite direction his fur grew. Eyes closed tight and his claws were dug into the hard earth, excitement evident between his thighs, even if he knew he would not be taking any action with it. Squirrel wanted more, wanted his body explored and used like it had been in his previous pack. A line of men ready to put the boy to good use, unable to move in the end. Oh how he missed them.
Finally it would come, feeling limbs lay over his shoulders. Without a sound the smaller man would readjust himself and distribute his weight to hold up the larger man, a light yelp escaping his jaws at his scruff suddenly being grabbed hard. He could feel the sting of the man's fangs piercing his flesh, blood starting to trickle up and seep into the surrounding hairs. Tongue flopped out the side of his mouth, moaning quietly and spreading his back legs for the man.
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Perhaps it would be more exciting if he did end up in a pack. He had no interest in being a play thing however. For now Liar would remain as he was, just curious. Tail pounding against the dirt, he would tilt his head for a moment. What else was in these lands, and what could they possibly offer him.
The deed over, Squirrel would quickly pull away from the man like he always did if they moved first. A little bit to the side he would lean down and lick at his back end, going over the spots where Liar had made contact with his body, taking the time to catch his breath. Next he'd arch his neck awkwardly and try to lap up the small bit of blood that had come out from the bit, only needing a couple licks till it was gone. Cleaning over, deep breaths would be taken, body stretching out limb by limb, then his neck and back before standing up and turning towards his reliever.
Slowly, the young boy would walk back over to the man, keeping his head lowered. He would try getting close once more, bronze eyes glancing up briefly then turning away so he wouldn't meet the man's gaze. And carefully his tongue would slide out from between his jaws, trying to lick over Liar's outer thigh and across the side of his belly in thanks. He was wanting more however, being neglected from his new Masters, needing more to make up for it. |
Perhaps if the masters came by he could speak with them. It would bring some light into his life so to speak. Highly considering starting from the bottom again was as harsh as his father was. Liar would lift his nose in the air to take another whiff of the area. Well, if they showed up soon he would be in gratitude.
Where oh where had he gone off to this time? Enigma had been paying little attention to their little toy since he'd been so busy trying to figure out what his father was up to, but now since they'd finally settled into Sonticus for who knew how long, he decided it was safe to venture out and do his own thing. A pack like that wasn't really his style, fuck it. Fuck it all, why not? They all seemed weak, unable to make decisions to do anything and sat around. Meanwhile he'd been training off pack lands with his brother Forsaken and the occasional spat with his sister kept him on his toes. He swore she was always on her...ahem, lady time if a wolf had one, but they got along perfectly despite the attitudes that all three had. Granted, neither of them were happy about the new siblings that were coming soon, their mother and that other whore getting fatter by the day. Flicking his ears, he continued to follow the little slaves scent, and it was leading straight to the Northern cove. What was he doing way out here? Naughty little thing. He would eventually learn that straying away wasn't a smart idea.
He stalked along the trail, Squirrel's scent easily traced and...there was something else. The boy seemed to have another scent mixed with his, something...beneath it. Excitement? He shook his head as he chuckled, silly boy...he had wandered away to find a bit of fun. Hurrying his pace before the creature got itself into trouble, Enigma soon found his whereabouts. First, he'd spotted the strange male sitting in the sand, and at his side was the family's pet, trying to get all touchy and cuddly with the stranger. Narrowing his eyes, Enigma approached quickly, a low growl emanating from his throat. As he neared, he could smell...wait, really? Was that sex? Squirrel was very naughty indeed. "Fucking someone else's toy isn't the polite thing to do." His voice was laced with a deathly calm, smooth and silky as he stopped before the man. He looked at Squirrel, a demanding look in his eyes that told him to come here. "Come now, Squirrel. If you wanted to play that badly, all you had to do was ask." |
Whether the man accepted the thanks or not did not matter to the boy, he had been taught to still show gratitude, at least till he was shooed away. And just like that it seemed the stranger would do just the thing, tail flicking at Squirrel's face, causing the boy to pull back with his head low. The man asked about his masters, and almost immediately after another voice would speak up. The boy immediately slinked away from the stranger, head back, ears against his head and tail tucked between his legs with back arched. Coming towards the Hellstrom boy, pausing halfway between the two to throw a glance at Liar. Was he waiting for an order?
Enigma would growl, and with that Squirrel would turn back and without hesitation would follow his motion. The boy practically crawled over to Enigma's right side, licking his shoulder and flicking his tail. Slaves were not suppose to ask for things when they needed it, only if Master asked them a question and allowed for another to be asked towards them. With him here now and seeming to be offering, perhaps Enigma would be able to satisfy the slave some more, his body still craving another's touch. |
"I just helped him, I'm not one to touch someone else's property in a way that would cross borders." He would still keep a monotone piece of voice. Interesting though, he must have been a bred slave since he was so well behaved. He had to say the male was lucky to have Squirrel. Though he would never enslave a child, he supposed that those born underneath had freedom until they were adults.