Flare winched and scowled at the sound of the bowl hitting the den floor. It didn’t break, his equipment was generally rugged and sturdy. Build to last, not for looks. All the same, she ought to show his things better respect. She had been sleeping for days and seemed as weak as a newborn kitten. He’d broken things before, he didn’t remember being quite so weak.

She placed his bowl before him, and filled her own without incident. He looked at hers for a moment, and then nodded. “Eat.” He commanded her. Usually she was forced to wait until he was finished, a sign of dominance and respect. But her weakness was really starting to grate at him. If she didn’t get better soon, he’d knock her out and she could be useful decorating the borders instead. Foolish wolf.


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He told her to eat. And she did, as quietly as she could. She could see from her furtive glance at him how thin the ice she was standing on was. She needed to be stronger stronger stronger. Or she'll be food for the crows that hung thick over the territories. She savored the rabbit with her lips and filled her stomach. Gradually her shaking stopped and her thin stomach was visibly filled just enough to show. She felt able to breathe and the pain from her limb was finally manageable. She was prepared for whatever her duties would be next. How long had she been resting? She was surprised he had been let her rest!

"I'm ever thankful for your care, Master," She bowed low, "What duties would you like me to start on today?" She asked with her gaze clinging to the ground before him.

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He ate from his own bowl, savouring the mix of herbs that complimented each other. A simple display of skill, perhaps. But one he enjoyed all the same. He had been forced to go without while he was forced to wait for her recovery. He had given her a few days, long enough surely. As if her thoughts were aligned with his, she spoke. He lifted his eyes to her, finding her own gaze strictly down. perfectly submissive. She had come a long way since he had found her. His corrections, which some might find harsh, had been necessary. She would survive this world and find it far easier to navigate if she simply obeyed his wishes. For he was her world now.



“Yes, and my patience will only stretch so far…” he agreed, glancing at her arm. If that was a sign of impatient action on his part, he wouldn't admit to it. It was a choice he had made in the heat of the moment, and they would both live with the inconvenience of it. “I have a… gift for you, actually. I'm sure you'll show me how appreciative you are of it.” He warned her. He clicked his claws, and moved to the den entrance, knowing she would follow. He didn't go far, just to the stopp outside his door, where his tiger upon seeing him approached. An owl riding on her back. “This is yours. It will help you scout and harvest herbs, you can name it as you see fit.” It was also loyal to him.

A furtive glance to parse his meaning as he lingered his own gaze over her foreleg told her he was already a hair's breadth away from the edge of his patience on her recovery. Her gaze fell back to the floor. As he mentioned he had a gift for her brow creased and she glanced up again, just as he clicked his claws together. She stood and followed him, confused. She held her arm aloft as she hopped hurriedly after him. Jut to the doorway where his frightening tiger companion held a small cat-faced owl on her back. He ruffled his tawny and cream feathers and gave her a welcoming hoot.

"Oh!" She said as the owl fluttered over to her arm. It was a rather tiny owl and suited her well. She blinked at him, he blinked back. She was completely taken aback. "I-- I had...no one's ever given me..." Anything so nice before. her possessions had always been few and far between. "Thank you," She whispered in awe. Letting the bird settle over her shoulder for a moment so she could stroke it with her good paw. "Cedar, should suit him I think." She murmured quietly. A glimmer of delight alighted in her garden green eyes for the first time in a long time. What did this mean? Was this to say that he was sorry in a way? Who knew?

She knew how he wanted her to show gratitude. As Cedar alighted into the air for a while, Demelza bowed low to her ever patient master. Her lips gently kissed his paw, then up to his ankle. Another up his arm.

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His gift was more jagged than she might yet know. It was a tool, useful in helping her source herbs for healing and cooking. A spy, to ensure even when he wasn’t there, his asset was obeying. Lastly, it impacted him less If he was forced to permanently damage the owl, instead of her when she disobeyed him. Once she was fully bonded with the creature, of course. Perhaps in time she would come to realise his gifts were cursed.

In the meanwhile, she was overcome with what he had given her. He allowed her to have it, and she accepted it with gratitude. Taking a moment to appreciate the gift, before turning her attention to him. His body shivered as the small wolf bent low, kissing his paw, his ankle, raising her head higher as her lips brushed his arm. Heat pooled into his eyes, as his body remembered what it was denied. “How much do you appreciate your gift?” He whispered to his Demelza.


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She felt that subtle shiver in him. She was grateful. She owed him now more than she could ever pay back. A gift of such a pretty and useful companion, a roof over her head, food to eat a soft bed.

His whisper urged her on. Her lips brushed his shoulder.

“Such a gracious and generous lord.” She aimed to purr as she reached up to the space between his shoulder and chest. “I am ever so grateful-“ a soft kiss in that tender space. She reached half way up his neck, “I appreciate it ever so much.” She planted a kiss tenderly there on his neck, the jugular pulsing beneath her lips. He had already been denied her body those nights ago. She knew he wouldn’t be denied again without consequence. He made sure of that. She tried to think more of how grateful she was. How to show him that gratitude beyond kisses. Her eyes might betray her distracted mind. Appease him, please him, bed him. She reached up to his cheek, just a breadth within her short stature of reach and planted a hasty kiss there. They stood in the doorway.

“Does this please you, my master?” She asked in a husky whisper, gently grasping the fur behind his ear and down his neck.

She moved her lips over him, though he could not scent her desire. All for show? Perhaps. But he had a plan for that. He had been speaking to the pack's healer while she was unconscious and procured a single dose of one of his fun toys. He would be careful, subtle with its use. His desire for her to need him had only grown while she had laid beside him. Feverish and unwell from her injury. 


“It does.” He whispered back to his dear little slave. His play thing, more than a person in her own right. Something to possess and control. To twist her mind around and around until she no longer knew which way was up. 


He let out a breathy growl, digging his teeth into the back of her neck as he dragged her closer to him. Wrapping his paws around her, though he was gracious enough to give some care to her leg. She was so small her body fit so easily between his forelegs. He cradled her to his chest and moved them back through the door, slamming it behind him as he pulled her into their bedding. His teeth hungrily grazed her fur behind her ears, his own desire growing enough for the both of them. He pushed her on the bed beneath him, wrapping his back legs around her. Trapping her beneath him. His weak little prey-thing. His teeth grazed her throat… and then he gave a husky laugh and rose from her. He tapped her chin lightly with a claw. “Not yet, little one.” Not yet. He rose from the bed and trotted to her collection of herbs. His own need hadn't faded, but he could wait. His plans for her needed time to grow. “This tea… what's going in it?”

She gasped and shut her eyes as she was suddenly grasped at the nape of her neck she felt herself dragged even closer to him. She clung to his massive frame as she was placed between his legs and cradled there while he pushed through the door. She flinched as it was slammed closed behind them. She was grateful at least that he took care not to jostle her leg as well as he could. She was dragged into the bedding, the feeling of his teeth graze the fur behind her ears made her body shiver at the sensation. She was unsure if it was with need or fear, but her body would not respond like it had before. She was pushed into the bedding, feeling his legs around her holding her fast. She couldn't leave even if she wanted to. She was his, she knew it. A plaything for him to own and toy with. She lifted her chin and her breath caught in her throat as she felt his teeth near her trachea sending another cascade of shivers down her spine.

Then as quickly as it had started he laughed and lifted away from her. Confusion was evident on her face as if she had screamed it. Not yet? As he walked away from the bed she could see his own heat hadn't abated or quelled. What was this game then? She tilted her head quizzically as her leafwet eyes flashed between him, her herbs and the kettle.

"uhm... the white blossoms up there, boneset, the yellow blossoms, the saint John's wort, and the feathery green stalks, horsetail.., Sir." She provided, holding her healing arm close to her chest and using her other paw to point to the other herbs. She swallowed, was he going to make the tea then? Hadn't he told her she could make it herself later?

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Her confusion offered him some light amusement, and he glanced back at the wolf on his bedding before turning his attention to the herbs. He grabbed the ones she described, and tossed them in water. With his colossal form between them, she wouldn’t see what he added to the mix. Some herbs he had grabbed that he was told would send her into a deep sleep. That would give him time to find the vein, and she would not wake if he made a few mistakes.

Once the tea had brewed, he poured it in a cup and brought it back to her, he raised it to the air as if to salute. “Perhaps to the last time I must care for you, silly little slave.” He said, and handed the cup to her with a wink. Excitement and anticipation in his blood as he stalked back to the fireplace. He poked a stick into the embers, waiting impatiently for the tea to take effect.


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Her brow furrowed and her gaze drifted about the space. She kept thinking of what he was trying to tell her or show her... Perhaps he was sorry for her leg... Perhaps he wanted her true yes and was working to earn it from her? Funny... Would she truly give it? She didn't know. He poured the cup and held it aloft, proclaiming to his hope that it would be the last time he would coddle her. She couldn't help but blink and subtly smile with some amusement. Was he playing a joke? The tea isn't really an instant cure all silly man. Maybe he'll learn not to break his toys if he still wanted to use them.

She shook her head as she took the cup, blowing off the steam and taking a sip. Strange, had one of her herbs turned sour? No, that's not normally the mold taste. She took another sip, now trying to parse what wasn't right with the mixture. She had watched him gather some of the ingredients... had he mistook one for another? No, she could taste the horsetail and the St. John's wort... The boneset maybe? She took another sip, it wasn't terrible it was just not what she was expecting. Maybe... when she gathered these herbs... they were growing... somewhere...
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She was nodding off... Her thoughts were sluggish, she must not be done sleeping...

Her paw fell to the bed, the last two sips of the tea spilled to the floor and she slumped back, unable to keep her eyes open.

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The sound of the cup hitting the floor turned Flare’s attention back to her. That had happened faster than he expected. Had it been okay to mix with the other herbs? He wasn’t a healer, no way to know. Luckily, he could always get another one if he broke this one. He waited a moment to ensure she was fully out, and then made his way back to her side. He nudged the spilled tea cup out of the way and rested a paw against her neck. Feeling her heartbeat before grabbing out the small kit the Syndicate healer had given him. Lucky for him, Demezla hadn’t been in any shape to be poking around.

He returned to her once more, seating himself on the edge of the bed as he carefully spread her legs, feeling across the limb for the vain. Her body was similar to the test subject Azrael had let him work on. He’d certainly bruised the healer's little Ririka a few times while he learned. He pulled out the sharp needle he had been supplied, and shoved it into the vein. It would likely bruise as well from his inexperienced paws, but hopefully she would have enough on her mind not to notice. He injected the fluid, and pulled out the evidence. Wrapping it back up and putting it out of the way to dispose of it.

Azrael had promised him good things from this drug. If it all worked to plan, she would practically be climbing the walls to elevate the intensity of the drug-induced heat. Far worse, he had been told, than the real thing. He brushed a paw lightly across her forehead, brushing back her ears before getting back to his paws. Placing the tea cup on the table before returning himself to the fire. Now, for the excruciating part of waiting for her to wake. Waiting to see how the drug would take root in his beautiful, foolish toy.


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It was a strange sleep. It happened too quickly. Perhaps her stature and weight, and her body still healing her bone made her exceptionally susceptible. She drifted half in and out, she wasn’t sure but she thought Flare had leaned over her, stole a kiss from her leg, or a bite? But she couldn’t be sure. It was a darker dream within a dream of darkness and swimming. Time too fast and too slow all at once. Her mind grasping at concepts beyond her that seems so simple and so complex but her body remained limp and rubbery, unable to move, unable to wake. She knew she was sleeping, she knew… she knew nothing.

Finally, her eyes could open, she couldn’t remember when she had fallen asleep. But the dragging breath she pulled into her chest felt wakeful and alive. A thrumming pulse raged deep within her, like an itch that screamed for release. Every sensation over her fur was electric and static and thrilling, all consuming and intense. Her nethers throbbed and thrummed with need. Need like never before, hunger and thirst and want. Her first noise to reach the air was a hungry needy moan. The points along her chest and stomach felt raw and swollen. Tender and hot to the touch, her paw tested one and she shivered at the sensation of her own touch.

where was he suddenly she wanted him. She wanted him now. She wanted everything of him, she wanted every bead of sweat and fiber of his fur inside her now.

She sat up, her head spun with a fog and trailing cobwebs in her mind. One single thought reverberated over her very being. Her skin itched to have him, her mouth watered to taste him. Her mind barely held to the fact that her foreleg was still healing as she slithered off the bed and almost put weight on it.

“Master… Flare…” she groaned with a deep desperate husky hitch in her throat. As if his name was her first drink of water in the desert dunes. Her eyes finally found his dark charcoal pelt riddled with the embers of fire. Her heat and desire flooded the room as she reached out to him. Begging to grasp his fur and consume him as if she were a succubus.

Flare waited for some time by the fire, he did not know how much. He had started to drift into a restless sort of sleep. Aware of the world, but less so of the passing of time. He knew the moment she woke. He could hear it in the sudden drag of her breath, as if the air in front of her had caught on fire. He didn’t turn to her, but he stirred. Opening his eyes, and looking into the fire before him. It had dimmed at some point in the time between jabbing her and waking. He remembered his excitement, like the child he had been sneaking food from unsuspected visitors on the street. Knowing he had done something wrong, something that benefited him. The thrill of success.

He heard her move from the bed, and finally he turned to face her, starting to pull herself from the blankets, her eyes on his body. The scent of her heat, of her need filled the den like the aroma of a fine dish. He blinked, looking at the wolf that had woken. Desperate and needy. He hid his smile and raised a brow. ‘How was your sleep?” He asked her, almost lazily. As if blind to her need, to the raw, desperate words that slipped her throat.


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There he was barely lit by the colder embers. How much time had passed? The cobwebs were starting to fizzle away and confusion began to enter her addled mind. Her sleep? She had slept… her hips writhed against the floor as she shook her head trying to think. Everything was awful and aching and lecherous. Everything everything was craving for the cooking within her stop. It was like her last season but so much more intense! So much more! Her mind brought forth the owl, her cedar… a gift…

“You brought me an owl… a friend…” she replied dreamily, crawling closer to him, as if the ground was course sand and she was being pushed away from him at the same time.

“I was so grateful…” she remembered kissing his foot, his ankle, reaching up to his cheek.

She blinked as she suddenly remembered drinking tea and her gaze flickered back to the bed searching for the cup, set aside. She didn’t remember finishing it. Her paw ran to her leg, and there was a strange wound there, bruised. Her tail swept over her body and clung to her hip, her spine twisted and writhed against the floor as a throb of NEED rippled through her body.

Her pupils dilated as she finally settled her gaze back on him.

“What… what did you do?” She whispered accusingly, pressing her trembling writhing body against the wall. Her skin crawling with the curse to rub against him. Fear, loathing, desire reached through her pupils like arrows for his molten lead pools. Begging him to take her, to satisfy this itch within her, confused and wanting nothing to do with him and still drawn to his intoxicating scent.

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She crawled to him, stinking of desperation and heat. His own body was responding, despite how he held himself, still and calm. The heat was pooling like molten lava in his silver gaze. She needed him, and that was a power he had never held over another before. It was powerful, and tempting and the urge to dominate her was incredibly strong. But he made himself wait. How far would she go to appease the need of her body?

Her lips touched his ankle, and then she was pulling herself up to touch his cheek. Then came the accusations, though it seemed to do nothing to stop her desire. “I did nothing to you, Demelza. Is something wrong? Is there something you need?” he whispered, lowering his head so his breath brushed her cheek, her muzzle. Though he did not touch her.


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His hot breath on her cheek had her panting, her head swimming. She tilted her head back as her eyes rolled back from his scent. Pushing herself away from him again.

"Why..." She gasped as she rolled over the ground like a cat in a pile of catnip, "Why does it feel like I'm..." She groaned, she couldn't push herself away from him anymore. She rushed into his face, her lips grasping for his, licking and wanting all of him. Her paws pulled into his fur and skin with a desperate clinging. Her mouth trailed frantically down his neck as her chest pressed and writhed against him. Her voice urging and moaning for him to take her.

"I need... you." She gasped between kisses and moans. What was this hell? Was it hell? If he didn't take her now she might die. She might die from her need for him. A tear ran down her cheek as she pressed her need against him, it finally occurred to her he had put something in the tea.

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His lips twitched into an amused smile as he watched her push away and lean back, rolling on the floor a moment. Her discomfort was amusing to watch. The healers drug was clearly incredibly strong. A genuine scent of a woman in heat was filling his den. His own need was growing, and when she rushed to him, he gave in at last. Though he had intended to taunt her a great deal longer. It was hard to deny a woman who desperately needed you.

His teeth hungrily grazed her cheeks as her mouth fell on him. The kisses were anything but meekly or tidy as he gave in
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A rush as they met, a raging fire sweltering within her, coiling and pulsating for him. His teeth on her cheek felt like razor wire, every grasping touch of tongue and lip like a liquid fire on her skin. She needed him like a fish on land needed water. She felt his body around her and she writhed and pulled him for more, gasping and panting to pull him in for more and more and more.

She bent to his will, the hard push to the floor sent her gasping but as he fell upon her she clenched her claws around his fur and gripped his neck as if she was hanging by a thread over a cliff. She bathed in the scent of him, his abominable scent made her pour herself open for him. She wanted him to seep into her with that violent need. She jerked and gasped the debauched air between them as he succumbed to her furious hunger. The blistering heat between them as he rocked them back and forth was hardly enough. She needed him more, she needed him harder, deeper! Impassioned and numb to any bruising she hooked her legs over his hips and pulled him in further. Her teeth reached for his shoulder to dig in and keep her body from sliding. The hard floor bit into her back as her hips tilted for him to have her deeper. She was ravenous for him!

She reached her back and flung her head with a heady maon. "I need you..." She whimpered breathy, her eyes ablaze seeking his again, "I need you! Please! More!" She begged. Her claws raked over his side as she clung for purchase. Her heart rampaged into her chest, she wanted him, needed him. She was sure she would die with how much she needed him. Whatever this was, she had never wanted anything more than him. If she could get under his skin it wouldn't be enough! How dare he? "What did you put that tea?" She pleaded, tears streaming, begging him for more and more. Pressing her heels into his hips to drive into her harder. She twisted and writhed and wriggled beneath him, gasping.

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He felt her grasping claws in his coat, pulling hard enough to brush his skin. Every stroke of claw to flesh only enticed him further. The hot need swelled inside of him, urging him on as his warm breath mingled with her coat, and his own paws brushed through her body. Feeling every inch of her, pulling her to him, pushing her away. Sweeping through her coat, digging into her muscles. He needed more of her. She was the one high on intoxicating drugs, but at that moment she was his drug.

Her teeth sunk into his shoulder and he shuddered with the pleasurable pulse of it, groaning her name, his claws digging into her back. She was so supple and open with desire, he drove into her as deep as he was able. Sometimes rhythmic, sometimes rushed, and sometimes slow. In those moments, barely moving inside of her, she writhed against him. Begging, desperate for more. His teeth brushed the soft skin beneath her muzzle, grazing her there as he fell into her pleadings, pushing harder and deeper into her once more. “-The tea-” His gasping breath said. “-Had your. Herbs. Something for sleep. healing-” A heedy moan slipped out at the pleasure of sliding into her body. He couldn’t hold on much longer, he was losing himself. Lost in that desperate need to empty everything he had inside of her. Her writhing, wiggling body was making any endurance impossible. “-This. Is you.-” his teeth fell into her shoulder, grazing more than digging as his muzzle slid up her body. “-All. you.-” He knew one of his companions would have disposed of the evidence while they were lost in the heat of their bodies. There would be nothing. No proof that this was anything but her own twisted desires.

He dug into her with a deep groan and finished, pushing against her, his chest against her, his forelegs sliding down her forelegs as his eyes showed whites. Gasping and panting as he emptied himself. He kissed her chin, her chest, her stomach. Her nipples, her thigh. The heat of her hadn’t abatted, her need hadn’t shrunk. How long would her desperation last? He kissed her flower, still panting and worn, his paws against her thighs as he revisited the gift he had given her once before.


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Her skin was set ablaze in agonizing pleasure with every subtle pad and nail tip brush through her fur. Everywhere that their bodies collided was set aflame, hot searing knives at every dig into muscle and sinew. And still, she wanted more.

The pressure in her back might have been the buds of wings as he drove into her. The rhythms were intoxicating, her begging fervent and greedy for him when he went too slow. The noises from her mouth were loud with every avid thrust, her mind sizzling with her vehement desperate desire.

Her arching back ached as he brushed the soft skin of her muzzle. The coiling pulsating lust growing with every impetus. His words broken with a gasp and grunting as she pulled him for more. Choking on the desire for him to go somehow harder. She needed MORE DAMMIT! Why won't it end? Why won't it reach that point? Why can't it be over? And Still!! She begged!

How? How was this all her? How was this insatiable frantic pulsating deep need for him all her? She reached pinnacle after pinnacle gasping and moaning with ecstasy and still she yearned for another. She groaned with impatience as he dug deeply and finished within her. Still, she continued to writhe and plead under every tender kiss, her tears still flowing. This wasn't anything she had known before. She was exhausted and still, she couldn't stop. She gasped and threw her head back again as he found that tender spot he had just emptied himself into with his lips. Was this a phantom heat? Is her body so desperate for procreation that it sent her into this debauched and furious passion? Was this an aftershock of her chemical castration? Was it permanent? Was this her body's desperate attempt to overcome it?

She swore she could see the stars as she reached another climax, even if he hadn't been working it, her body had reached it. Her chest ached and her head swam from gasping and writhing. The pinpricks along her skin were starting to subside. She panted as her sweat-soaked limbs fell limp to the floor. Her healing arm aching. Her thighs would spasm and squeeze, begging for another starburst in her core.

"Did I please you? My Lord?" She asked breathless, delirious, and limp. Her eyes fluttered from the over-exertion and stress. Perhaps she was needing him that much. Perhaps her body did want him. Her green eyes peered through her lashes at him, not knowing what she was feeling.

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