Master's New Pet - Revamped

[AngelofDeath]

ooc: restyling of an old thread of mine.

Magnus sighed as he sat back amongst the shadows watching one elf or fae after another be paraded out onto the stage and then sold to one wealth man or another who didn't truly appreciate anything they bought. They would use and abuse their new purchases until there was no light left to them and then they would be disposed of like so much trash. The only reason the vampire was even bothering with the auction was that rumor had reached his ears that Mathias had a female werewolf within his possession and was putting her up for sale. Thee very idea had set his fangs to itching. Human and even elf blood was only appealing and satisfying to a point. The blood of lycans and other powerful creatures was much more satisfying and sustaining. It was also hard to come by, which is why he was here, sitting in utter boredom.

If anyone would have had the poor taste to let their eyes linger on him too long, at first they would see nothing but the swirling shadows that seemed to lovingly embrace him. If they did look away and rightfully so they would see a pair of eyes so dark that they should have been black lit from within of an unholy fire. If he had been standing his thick and slightly curled chestnut hair would have fallen to his hips in a thick cloak behind him. Long fingers were tipped with long and sharp nails. Mangus was not as pale as much older vampires who had been so long out of the sun's fiery rays. All those who set on eyes on the noble tended to fear him, but all would bend to him and his urges if they thought it would avail them some kindness, some meager favor from him.

People came and went all around the nightly bazaar. Torchlight filled the air with light as well as smoke. With a heavy sigh he plucked a stray thread from his pants He was starting to think that the rumor had just been that, a rumor, idle gossip until a new scent filled his nose. He sat forward slowly, his eyes zeroing in the scantly clad redhead as she was pulled onto the stage. Oh it had been no rumor, she was a werewolf. His curiosity was peaked, she was more than old enough to have fought off Mathias and his men before they had managed to slap the collar around her neck, a collar he could see contained silver worked into the metal. She was tall and fit, but also in need of a bath, well a bath that included more than just throwing water upon her.

"And here is the jewel of my collection. For years we've been readying her for sale. I offer this rare flower, this werewolf for your bidding pleasure." Mathias' pudgy tanned hand grabbed the chain hanging from the collar around her throat and dragged her to the edge of the stage. Making her turn he lifted her hair out of the way, revealing the birthmark on the nape of her neck, marking her as a werewolf. "We'll start the bidding at say 500 gold for this lovely girl. She's been trained in every art of pleasure, but is still pure. Virgin and whore all in one, who will give me 500?!"

Magnus sat back with a chuckle content to let the bid grow. He could outbid them all and it was within his power to slip into the mind of any of those who might be persistent and convince them to bow out. He would not let this little wolf slip through his fingers. Even if it meant making a meal of one of these wretched men to obtain her.

"2,000 gold. Surely one of you good men can beat that. Is she not worth more? Look at this hair, those eyes, this lush, untouched body."

He chuckled softly, the slaver was good. Magnus could have choked on the lust rising from the collected assembly of men as they began to picture themselves between the firm thighs barely concealed by the sheer skirt. As he raised his hand the shadows seemed to part around him, revealing him as his voice raised over the crowd and the wine merchant moving to bid, "5,000 gold."

"5,000 gold to Lord Magnus. Will anyone match him?" The previously rabid bidders had grown silent. The bid too rich for most and the rest mentally cowed into submission. "Once, Twice...SOLD! As always m'lord it is a pleasure doing business with you."

Magnus simply nodded his head as the girl was escorted back behind the curtain. Rising to his full 6'3 frame as he stood, Magnus ran his fingers through his hair, and headed to collect his prize. Each step toward and her lively tantalizing scent made the hunger inside of him grow. She'd be lucky to reach his home without him sinking his fangs into her within the confines of his carriage. Once back behind the curtain he found Mathias standing in eager anticipation for the gold he was about to make.

"Tell me Mathias, how ever did you manage this?" He handed over the swollen coin pouch without taking his eyes off of his new pet.

"Oh we caught hr as a child years ago. She's had more schooling than any other of my beauties. She will not disappoint."

Magnus nodded and waved his hand, dismissing them. "Thank you Mathias, we're done here." He didn't even watch them go, instead he reached out and took a section of her hair. Rolling the reds strands between his fingers he looked her over, "What's your name girl?"

[AngelofDeath]

*bumps*

[scarletnym]

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Reise looked out over the crowd at the drunken slobs waiting to purchase a new toy to abuse and discard. Disgust was plain on her face along with months of grime. She no longer felt clean even with the occasional dunk in the river. Long ago she tried to wash her body clean of his touch but how do you scrub away what you can’t reach. Her mind drifted back to that fateful day so long ago.

She had snuck out early, before the sun had risen, the air still crisp and heavy with night. Silently she made her way through the forest to the side of the stream. Her favorite place to be was here, feet dangling into the cool water as she lay back on the bank. She could see the stars still shining upon her, promising her a world of adventure. Her eyes drifted closed as she enjoyed the sounds of the early morning. She didn’t hear the man approach her only felt the cold steel upon her throat.

Her eyes flew open, fear blazing in them as she looked up at the large man towering over her. “What do we have here?” he breathed, spittle flying from his lips as the rank odor met her sensitive nose. She froze as the knife pressed down, knowing he would cut her if she tried to move. “If you make a sound, my dear, I will track your family like dogs and kill every last one, do you understand?” Staring into his hate filled eyes, she whispered yes before being dragged to her feet.

He bound her hands and feet, tossing her roughly to the bottom of the carriage before settling himself inside. She felt the carriage move, her eyes filling with tears as she realized her future no longer came from the stars. He was a large man, round with too much food. His teeth yellow with rot, which accounted for the foul smell emanating from his chapped lips. “You are mine now, little one,” he laughed. “You will be my finest piece yet.”

“Sold” That one word ripped her from her daze to find herself pulled brutally off stage. Her hands went to the collar, trying to keep from being strangled. She waited behind the curtain thankful that she would finally be free of this man, yet afraid for what lie ahead. Her breath caught as she watched him walk towards them, her eyes roaming quickly along his body. He was very tall, towering even over her 5’9”, his hair made her fingers itch to run through it. But it was the eyes that made her freeze, shining pools of black that seemed to call to her.

She couldn’t look away as he glided across the floor toward her. He kept his eyes on hers as he spoke to her captor. She shivered as he talked of her capture, her training before her new owner dismissed him like a lowly servant. Flinching slightly she felt him touch her hair, holding onto a small piece as he spoke.

“What’s your name girl?”

Taking a breath she answered, “Reise.”

[AngelofDeath]

"Reise, unusual, but then so are you," Mangus took the chain that was secured to her collar. Obvious distaste in his eyes as he easily broke the chain, leaning a much short section for him to hold. "I am not surprised he didn't try and go with something a bit more appealing to the eye, but then it would have cost him good money too find something strong enough to hold you." Magnus was both talking to her and out loud at the same time.

Reise smelled faintly of fear, but it as more to do with the fact that she had no clue as to what would happen to her with her new Master and less to do with the fact that she knew what he was. Curling the chain about his hand, Magnus inclined his head towards the tent flap. "I'm done with this place and I am eager to return to my home." Not giving Reise any option but to follow, he began to walk. He did not drag her, but his pull was intent enough to make her quicken her pace to keep up with his stride.

As they passed along the back of the massive tent, his eyes took note of Mathias and his men talking, a few eyes falling his way. The slaver was a fool if he sought to rob him of his coin and his slave. There were plenty who simply assumed Magnus was simply human, but exceedingly eccentric and dangerous. They kept their distance as well as their heads down, which suited the vampire just fine. People like Mathias however were too greedy to see the warning signs until it was far too late however.

Just outside of the tent line a huge ornate carriage sat waiting for them, the horses just as dark, huge and imposing as the carriage and its master. The coachman, who's face was obscured by a black half mask opened the door slowly as he bowed.

"Home my lord?" The man's voice was more of a ghostly whisper as it slipped from his pale lips.

"Yes, I've found what I was looking for tonight," Magnus turned his dark eyes on Reise once again and then back to the tent. "Make sure we are not followed." The man nodded as Magnus directed Reise into the carriage before following, the door swinging close on its own. Inside several glass encased candles in the upper corners of the carriage flickered to life, revealing the hunter green and gold interior. Sitting himself down Magnus gave the chain a firm tug, bringing Reise to her knees between his legs.

The moment she was settled the carriage quickly lurched forward with a crack of the whip. As the carriage rocked along Magnus played with the end of the chain. "Once we reach my home you will be allowed to bathe properly and fed before you and I settle in to this new arrangement, pet."

[scarletnym]

She watched as he broke the chain, shortening it but not releasing her. Watching him closely she wondered if he would spend the money. She didn't have any illusions about being released and allowed priveleges, but she was afraid of what to expect. Always thinking that anything was better than this life, now she wasn't so sure. What if there was something worse out there?

Hurrying she struggled to keep up with him as he left the tent. As they walked past her former Master she shivered, remembering all the times she felt his sweaty palms on her body. At least she would be spared any more nights lying under his large heaving body.

Her eyes grew wide as they fell upon the enormous beasts and carriage. She stood quietly as her new Master spoke, trying not to tremble as she waited to start her new life. Climbing in at his gesture she scurried to the back of the carriage awaiting his command. He followed her in and she didn't have to ask where she would be sitting as he pulled hard on the chain. She landed on her knees between his legs, her eyes following the hard line of his body up to his eyes.

She shivered, wondering what exactly their new arrangement would be.

[AngelofDeath]

If not for the simple fact he was not ready yet to parade his new pet around all those who served him and came to his home, Magnus might have stripped what little clothing she did have on, from hr body. As he watched her, kneeling between his legs and trembling Mangus smirked softly. She had no idea what to expect from him, though what he knew of Mathias, there was no doubt she was simply glad to be away from the large foul smelling oaf.

"So what training has Mathias put you through? You don't have to fear me returning you to him and demanding my gold back. And while I would have gladly reveled in the idea of knowing that I would be the first to claim you, lycan, mortal or otherwise, that particular trait means little to me at the moment. If Mathias managed to keep his filthy hands to himself I will be impressed." Magnus's smirk grew into a short smile, giving her a flash of fang, "Because I would not have restrained myself, then again, neither would I have sold you off. Your kind are rare to run into, and for one to have been sold into slavery and kept there is something not to be sold to the highest bidder.

His fangs itched to sink themselves into her flesh and sample her blood. Any blood would do, but there was something about the blood of lycans that was so much more satisfying than simple human blood.

[scarletnym]

That smirk, she could just imagine what he was thinking as his eyes roamed her body. She thought her suspicions were confirmed as he asked of her training only to be confused again. Taking her meant little to him, she wondered if that were true. What else could possible be on his mind?

Her voice was soft as she spoke, "I've been trained to please you in every way. My lessons included pleasuring with my mouth, teasing the whole body before focusing on your release. I can also please you with my hands, massage as well as working your body until you cum. Although I have not been taking by a man, I have trained with fingers to work my muscles. I'm sure that I can please you in whatever way you wish."

Reise was trained so well, she had learned to take pride and her own pleasure in pleasing others. Her eyes grew dark with need as she spoke, her body reading itself for his needs. As she finished speaking she watched his lips break into a grin. She saw the tip of his fangs, her breath catching as she tried to pull back, only to be stopped by the chain. Her eyes grew wide in fear as she tried to move away.

[AngelofDeath]

Magnus's smile grew slightly as she recoiled upon seeing his fangs. "Living with Mathias if you can call it that, I am sure you've had no chance to come across a vampire. And now you belong to one." Leaning forward, at the same time, pulling her back into him, his eyes burned into her much lighter ones. He could smell the faint trace of her arousal, knowing that it had started when she began to answer his first question. Co-mingled with her fear, it was a sweet and heavy perfume. "I did not buy you simply to feed on your rich blood and cast you aside. I bought you because anyone else would be unable to appreciate you for what you are and not simply because they wanted an exotic pet for a short time."

His left hand came up, the nail of the index making small circles on her skin just above the collar, "As long as you obey me Reise, you life with me will not be unpleasant. I'm not a harsh master, but I do expect obedience from those who serve me and benefit from my protection. My bite can bring pleasure or it an bring pain. It is entirely up to you on how this will go."

The carriage moved quickly and effortlessly as if they were simply gliding over the earth. The thunder of hooves proved that they weren't but the horse were moving far to fast and effortlessly for normal creatures. Magnus brought his somewhat cool hand to cup her face. "Do not worry little wolf, you will enjoy your life with me. Even when you hate me for the paces I put you through, you will enjoy it and wish for more." Pulling his left leg back Magnus wedged the toe of his boot firmly between her legs and against her mound before he simply sat back. The gentle sway of the carriage, doing all the work for him as it rocked his foot against her. "Your pleasure and your pain are mine and mine alone to give once we enter my home. My word is law and you will answer only to me."

[scarletnym]

The fear was plain in her eyes as he pulled her to him, his eyes deep pools of black fire holding her when she wanted to run. She tried to focus on his words as his hand moved toward her. Whimpering softly, she felt his nail along her neck as she pulled against his grip.

His words began to sink in as she stared into his eyes. If he was telling her the truth, she may not have to spend the rest of her life in fear and pain. Jerking back a little as his hand cupped her face, she tried to calm herself. Could she really believe him, she wondered. The thought of her enjoying herself, even wanting more almost brought a laugh to her lips.

Then he did surprise her, sliding his boot between her legs, only a thin layer between him and her sex. A moment later she could feel the carriage rocking her gently against him. It had been so long since she was allowed release, her previous owner teasing and denying her for almost three days now. Her eyes filled with heat as she felt the pleasure welling up in her.

She heard his words echoing in her mind, not realizing she was actually whispering them. “My pleasure and pain are yours. Your word is law. I answer only to you.” Her hips began to move, pushing herself harder against him. Knowing she must ask first, “Please, may I give you my pleasure?”

[AngelofDeath]

Reise was a fast study, but Magnus could see the need in her actions. If Mathias had ever allowed her any pleasure it had been a while as she was already on the brink. He could have been cruel he could have denied her what she wished and left her writhing against him for the rest of the journey. There was something about her that had him feeling generous so, as he eased his hold on her chain he nodded his head. "You can have your pleasure, Reise." Magnus pressed his boot against her more firmly, his motions matching hers, following each sway and rise of her hips. The fire that lit his eyes, seemed to grow brighter as he watched her, the smell of her impending climax filing his nose.

Even with how dark his clothes were, the rise of Magnus' cock was fully evident. Before he might have given her the night to get settled, now he would simply give her enough time to bathe and eat. He would have her, body and blood. Magnus didn't hold back the growl that came rumbling out of him as his keen hearing picked up on the spike in her pulse. Her skin was flushed and while he couldn't' feel the wetness of her body, seeping through the fabric of her skirt, he could smell her, almost taste the hot nectar of her body as it oozed forth.

"Cum for me Reise, take what I give far too freely at this moment."

[scarletnym]

She watched him through a haze of need, her hips continuing to thrust against him. His words were such a gift, she knew he was being generous with her. She could also sense that this would be the only time she would not have to work for her release. This stranger, this vampire, who she had been taught to fear as a child, could have been cruel. He could have denied her as her former owner had so many times before.

His eyes burned into her, as she felt him pushing back against her. Her hands came up to grip his leg. She knew she must look like a bitch in heat, humping away at his boot, but she didn’t care. Her body took over and she felt the orgasm taking her. “Thank you, sir for allowing my release,” she moaned.

Then she was shaking, growling deep in her throat as she ground her pussy hard onto him. Her head flew back, holding her body to him. She could feel her juices soaking through her thin panties, onto his boot. When she finally came down her eyes met his, thanking him again. “Would you like me to clean you, sir?”

[AngelofDeath]

Magnus pulled his boot from under her as he sat back giving her room to move. Her hands still gripped his thighs tightly. She had managed to draw a slight grimace from him at the strength of her touch. This is why he had bought her, she was stronger than any human woman, could take what he would give her and then some, long before she would ever break. Even in the dim candlelight, Magnus could see the shine of his boot, now coated in her passion. Reise was very well trained, asking for permission to clean his boot, knowing it was required of her, before he had to instruct her to do so.

Very good, he thought to himself before speaking out loud, "Every inch that is coated with your cum, I want cleaned pet. When you are done, you can relax against my legs or the other seat as we still have much ground to cover." His voice had grown darker, colored by his own hunger, both physical and sexual.

So far he was pleased with his purchase, but the night was young and he was far from done with her. Before the sun rose again she would know what her time would be like with him and she would know what it meant to belong to a vampire.

[scarletnym]

She didn't want to let go. Her old owner would allow her to cum but was always cruel afterwards, he was not. She waited for his command, feeling her sex continuing to throb from her release.

As he commanded her, she listened to his voice growing deeper. Shuddering slightly she bent down, sliding her hands from his legs. Her tongue began to lap up her juices, moaning softly at the sweet taste. She had learned to love the taste of herself after many nights of cleaning her old owner's cock after he had taken her.

When she had cleaned his boot completely she crawled up slowly to sit against his leg. Her eyes watching him, frightened that he would change his mind and kick her away. When he didn't strike out at her, she settled against him, her head resting against his knee. Within minutes she was breathing heavily, fast asleep, her hands curled around his leg.

[AngelofDeath]

As she slept Magnus was fully convinced that Mathias was not only a foo, but also a greedy one. Submission and servitude were qualities to be cherished and nurtured. Any idiot could have a pet and break them beyond repair leaving nothing but a shell that acted without thought or emotion. The best punishments were also an act of kindness, not sheer brutality and Reise had been expecting that from him. That he would suddenly change his mind and shove her away or strike her. Simple observation had shown him that mortals could not fully grasp what it meant to truly be lord and master to some one. To own a slave both in body and spirit was not to simply take one's own pleasure and discard them when you were done. Reise had been owned and trained by one who did not fully understand that, another mark against the slaver.

If one orgasm has tired her out this much, then there was much Reise still had to learn under him. And learn she would. As she slept, Magnus studied every inch of her. Her hair was still damp in some spot from where she had been barely bathed, it was lovely, but would truly be magnificent with a proper bath that included soap. The air of the carriage was thick with her musk, his barely noticeable only because he had restrained himself. For the rest of the trip, he curled and uncurled a lock of her hair around his left index finger.

Two hours later the carriage rolled to a slow stop, they were home. The door of the carriage swung open and Magnus reached down, taking more of her hair in his hand and giving a firm, but not painful tug to rouse her. "Time to wake up Reise and enter your new home." Already he was drawing himself up to exit the carriage as she began to wake, green eyes flitting open and looking about. Once she was fully awake he climbed out, his right hand still grasping the chain and leading her out.

The keep was huge, as it should be considering that close to one hundred others lived there. Torches hung about the courtyard almost bright enough to turn the night into day. Servants came and went about their duties, only a few looking their way. All knew that Magnus had gone to find his new pet and he had. Tall and thick stone walls surrounded them on all sides and combined with the number of guards made for an imposing sight. A fitting home for its dark and brooding Master. Looking down at Reise he said, "Come, your food and bath await." He then pulled his gaze from her and lead her inside from the courtyard.

Inside was just as rich, thick rug covered the floors, exquisite and huge tapestries and portraits filled the walls. A few corners held marble statues of all shapes and forms. The air was filled with the voices of his many servants as well as the smell of freshly cooked and still cooking food. Under the bright light of his home, Magnus's skin did not look as pale as it had before as his eyes not nearly as dark.

[scarletnym]

The pull on her hair brought her slowly awake as his voice reached her. She looked up to see him standing so tall above her, suprised that he was not angry with her. As he climbed out, she followed him, the chain keeping her close behind him.

Her mouth fell open at the size of his keep, she could see everything so clearly but knew it was evening. She took in the tall walls and guards, shivering as she wondered why he needed so much protection. Meeting his eyes, she was anxious to bathe but was truly starving. She followed quickly behind him, noticing all the people roaming the area, some sneaking glances in her direction. Looking down at the filthy rags she wore, she knew she was a wretched sight indeed.

She couldn't stop staring, taking in everything. It was difficult to believe this is where she would be living, it was breathtaking. Her nose went up, smelling the delicious aroma on the air as her mouth began to water.

[AngelofDeath]

Moving quickly Magnus led her through the winding and twisting halls and into a large room. There was a bed in the corner next to a large window where thick drapes hung from. On the table there was a large plate filled with hot and fresh food and goblet filled with water.

A few feet away sat a large marble and brass tub filled with steaming hot water and next to it a small shelf littered with soaps and bath oils as well as a large towel to dry herself with on the bottom shelf. This would be Reise room should she wish to be alone or if Magnus had no need of her in his bed at some point. Of course that was of little matter now.

Dropping his hold on the chain, Magnus turned and took hold of the steel and silver collar. The metal gave a soft groan before splitting in two and dropping the the floor. There was still some dirt upon her skin, the water had missed. Stepping back his waved his hand toward the food and tub, long nails shining in the light of the room, "Eat. Bathe. Then we will talk more."

Dropping his hand Magnus watched to see what she would do. Would she take the offer or would she try and run? The door was still open and now that she was free of her old collar and chain, Reise was also free to move as she wished. As much as it was a gift to her and to himself of course, it was also the first of many test for Reise. A test to see if she would be obedient, but thoughtful. Or would she be headstrong and defiant?

Either way Magnus would have her full submission, the hard way or the difficult way. There was no easy road with him.

[scarletnym]

She pads behind him, struggling to keep up with his fast yet smooth pace. It looks as though he glides across the floor. Stepping in behind him, she takes in the large open room. It seemed bigger than her old Master's entire home.

Her nose sniffed the air, taking in the smell of fresh stew and baked bread. As her mouth begins to water, she moves her eyes to the large tub. She can smell the fragrant aroma of soaps and oils. Her hand rubs along her arm, feeling the grime covering her skin. She knows she must smell horribly and the thought of a bath is intoxicating.

She felt the chain tug downward as he releases his hold, before grabbing the collar around her neck. As he pulls it from her neck, her shoulders sagged immediately. The stinging pain vanishes, her hands slides up to touch her bare neck. She had not been without a collar for many years.

He offered her the two things she needed most right now. Her hand still rested against her neck, feeling empty. She looked from the tub to the food to her new Master. Her brain yelled run, from the years of torment and abuse she had taken. However, she knew she would not get far. He was, afterall a vampire. Plus, she was starving and filthy.

She slowly inched toward the plate of food, keeping him in her sight. There had been many times she had food offered only to have it ripped away at the last minute. She looked up at him as she reached the delicious food, her eyes holding a sort of awe. His was nothing like she had imagined her new owner to be. She had expected a cruel man.

Sitting down on the floor, she began to eat, sneaking glances his way throughout her meal. When she had devoured the entire meal, she met his eyes. "Thank you, Master," she whispered.

Rising from the floor she made her way to the still steaming tub, only occasionally glancing in his direction. Again she raised her eyes as she reached down to pull her shirt over her head. After setting it neatly on the floor, she stepped out of her skirt and placed it over her shirt. She watched him as she slowly slipped into the tub, hissing at the heat of the water against her skin.

[AngelofDeath]

Magnus did let out a chuckle this time as Reise finally slipped into the bath. Walking around he set his booted foot, the very one she had pleasured herself with, on the edge of the bath. Leaning forward he watched her bathe, "I am sure you are asking yourself why I have been so generous and when is the other shoe going to drop. The fact is Reise it does me no good to be vicious and cruel to you, just because I can. Can I? Of course. Should I? I am very well aware of what other men would do should they have purchased a slave such as you. You would have been fucked before the carriage had even left the view of Mathias' tents had I been someone else. Had I been someone else it might have been a full day if not longer before you were allowed to eat drink and bathe. I will never be other people Reise, but I will always be your Master. Get that through that pretty skull of yours right now. I will not have you second guessing me or my actions."

He let his eyes drop, watching the swirl of dirt as the water carried it away and the swell of her breasts at the water's surface. "I also do not have the same needs as mere men. Yes you spend many days and night in my bed for my pleasure and your own, but you will also be my food when and however I wish you to be. The shepherd does not abuse his flock anymore than the dairy farmer abuses his cows."

"However for you to not face my wrath of suffer my abuse you will follow my rules. During the day you may stay and sleep beside me or you may wander the keep, however before the Sun has set I expect you in my room and on your knees beside my bed. If you are not there you will find yourself in a worse position than you were with Mathais. The same goes for should you try to escape or if you harm or prey on my servants, guards or any I have given shelter to here. No one will harm you here and if they do they know it will be the last moment they experience. I am 'Sir' or 'Master' to you, whichever suits you. You will never deny me, if I decide in the middle of a feast to bend you over the table and have you or decide to take your vein you will give yourself to me with pleasure on your face."

"If you have any questions, ask them now for I will not answer them later."

[scarletnym]

Reise wet her hair and began to work at cleaning the months of dirt caked in the once silky strands. As her hands worked the soap into a lather she watched him approach. She dropped her hands as he spoke, listening to him voice the very concerns that were flowing through her mind.

She knew he was right. Any other man would have taken her brutally once she was purchased. She never expected to be fed let alone given a chance to clean in a proper tub with the delicious scented soaps he had provided. Swallowing hard, she felt his eyes on her breasts as he told her of her duties.

It was not surprising that she would be available for him day and night and she shouldn't have been surprised at being his food. Strangely she was curious as to what it would feel like. She had heard stories from the other slave girls who had been captured, that a vampire's bite could be orgasmic.

She heard his warning about escaping or harming the others in his home. Although still owned, she knew this was probably the best situation she could find. It pleased her that he would not allow another to harm her either. Shivering she heard the hard tone in his voice as he made sure she knew there was no denying him. It sped her pulse to think about him taking her in the middle of a feast, her body there for his pleasure. She had not had a reaction like this in so long, so pure and needful.

Her eyes drop as she thinks of what to ask him. Meeting his eyes, nervous at questioning her new owner, “Sir, there are times when I feel the need to run, get out of this form and enjoy the feel of the earth under my paws. If I promise to stay close, would you allow me to run?” She continues quickly before she looses her nerve. “And sir, I was hoping that you would let me hunt. I haven’t been allowed for so long and I feel like a part of me is fading.” She sat back, waiting to see if he was truly a kind owner or was just trying to get her to relax.

[AngelofDeath]

"We will see on hunting, that you haven't earned my trust for. As for running, the keep has a sizable garden for you to make use of. When you have proven yourself trusted enough to be allowed to hunt you can also run outside of these walls." As he finished speaking a maid walked in carrying a handful of sheer red fabric. "This is Marie, she runs the Keep during the day as well as the night and will help you with anything should I not be around to do so," He introduced her while she gave Reise a short nod and a warm smile, before setting the clothing down and then collected the empty plate as well as Reise' discarded clothes and collar. She visibly curled her nose in distaste.

"Will there be anything else Lord Magnus?" The woman's voice carried over to them as she waited for an answer before she made her departure.

"That will be all for now Marie, but Reise may come seek you out in the morning."

"Of course. Good night my lord," she gave him a short bow before turning and leaving the two of them alone once again.

"If you are done, then you are free to dress yourself and then you and I will continue this in my chambers." Magnus walked away from the tub and sat himself at the chair beside the table, one foot propped onto the table. The bundle of red fabric that Maria had carried in as a skirt with splits on both sides and a simple red bra. There was gold thread here and there to make the outfit shimmer. It would lead little to the imagination once on and really only served one purpose. To tease the wearer.

[scarletnym]

He was being generous, she knew that. She would still be allowed to run, even if a little. That much she was happy about, never having the chance with her previous owner. She would have to prove herself to run free, something she truly wished to do.

She watched the woman enter with a pile of beautiful red fabric. Smiling shyly at the maid, she quickly finished soaping her body. As Marie and her knew Master spoke she dipped her head under the water, washing the soap from her hair.

As he sat down, watching her, she climbed out of the tub and began drying off with the large, soft towel. She felt like a new werewolf, clean and fed. Strangely she had a small smile on her face as she finished toweling off.

Reise picked up the material, watching it fall open. It was beautiful, soft and sheer. Her hands ran across the fabric, tracing the shimmering thread. She stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to her hips, seeing the sides of her legs exposed. Picking up the bra, she slipped it over her breasts. She looked down at the outfit he had chosen for her, loveing the way it felt on her body.

[AngelofDeath]

Mangus watched her dress with a sense of pleasure. As his pet she was an extension of him. The very way she was kept, spoke of what sort of Master he was. He had ceased to be a man, ages ago, and the naive young man he was even longer. Rising to his feet he walked over to her, Mangus let his eyes roam over her. "Yes much better. Had I known your hair was read though I might have picked a different color for your clothing, but for now it will do."

Now that she was clean Reise looked ever more pleasing to the eye. Her red hair was thick and luxurious with a few hints of blond here and there. Her skin now had a more creamy and silken appearance to it as well. And while he had looked at her naked form as she dressed it had been a more critical eye to see how the clothing fit her. And to see how she reacted to it. Even if she had been displease, he doubted very much she would give voice to it. Her body and face showed she was pleased with the clothing, and the kindness she had been shown so far.

"Come," a simple one word command, but the power behind it was very clear. The vampire lord led her out of the room and back into the maze of halls and corridors. They walked several minutes longer than before, until they came upon a large set of Mahogany doors.

"I enjoy my privacy. There is also the least amount of sun exposure here." Magnus hand barely raised before the large doors swung open. Where her quarters had been modest, his were more grand. There was a large fireplace with an equally large pelt in front of it. Above the mantel rested a portrait of a woman who couldn't only be Magnus' mother, from the shape of her face and hair.

Across the black stone floor was four poster bed that dominated as much space as it could. Before the window that led to the balcony there was a large table, candles adding to the light thrown off by the fire.

The door swung shut behind them with a soft thud, and at the same time Magnus moved. The same speed his displayed before he did now, wrapping his arms around Reise and then moving them both before the fire, her body trapped under his.

Pinning her hands and body to the fur beneath her, Magnus licked his way along the pulse racing at her throat. He let his fangs scrape along her neck, though he made no move to bite her. No he wasn't ready yet, and neither was she. Pulling back her looked down at her, a section of his hair falling from his back, "So what do you know of vampire Reise?"

[scarletnym]

Her eyes watched him as he glided across the floor, an erotic yet dangerous sight. Her breath caught when his gaze swept across her barely clothed body, hand rising to her hair, finally clean at the mention of its color. She couldn't help but enjoy his eyes on her, the clothing made her feel sexy.

She followed him out of the room, becoming lost as he took her through the neverending hallways. They stopped in front of a massive set of doors, looking as if they were polished daily. She watched as the doors opened at the faint twitch of his hand, her eyes growing wide. Hearing the rumors about vampire abilities, she had always thought most were just stories.

His room was exquisite, the pelt looked so soft, she longed to run her fingers through it. The portrait hanging above the fireplace showed a beautiful woman, her features resembling her new Master, yet softer. Her eyes roamed the room, focusing on the enormous bed. She felt her pulse quicken at the thought of being alone with him, wondering just what he had planned for this night.

She began to turn at the sound of the door closing only to be grabbed and dropped to the ground in front of the fire. Her breath was gone, eyes wide with fear, trapped by his strong arms. She couldn't help the trickle of pleasure merging with the fear in her belly as he licked along her throat.

Swallowing loudly, she answered his question breathlessly, "Sir, I know very little of your ways, just what I have overheard. It is said you have exceptional speed and strength, you survive on the taste of blood. Your bite is known to bring pleasure as you enjoy your blood with the taste of arousal." Shivering she met his eyes, curious to know if all she had heard was correct.

[AngelofDeath]

"True enough. My bite can bring pleasure if I wish it, but also pain as well. Blood is something I cannot go without, but I can and do eat food and drink wine on occasion. You have already seen my strength and my speed. I can probe the minds of those around me, but do not use such a power often. Most are too foolish to try and lie to me and others like your former Master give away their true thoughts by their actions. There is no need to read their minds."

As he rose so that he was kneeling above her, Magnus smiled seeing how she held herself in the position he left her in. "Fear or lust make the blood taste so much better. You've hunted, does not the doe taste better when you have pursued her through the thicket before bringing her down, than if you had simply brought her down with an arrow?"

He undid the clasp of his cloak and tossed the heavy material aside. Magnus ran his fingers down the exposed flesh of her torso and then back up to cup her left breast. "There will be times I will let you run, before I feed. To make your blood hotter than it already is. I will do other things to you as well that leave you flesh hot and red, your blood boiling and your body dripping for me." There were also things he would do that she would hate him for.

Swift fingers opened and removed his shirt, Magnus was lean, but well muscled with broad shoulders. His chest and shoulders bored scars here and there. He was more than just some noble, had lived through many a fight. He took her hands once more as he leaved over her. "You will not have your release until I give it to you." His left hand came down to pull the material away from her breast, firm fingers squeezed and molded her flesh, as his eyes left hers, watching the dark berry that was her nipple grow hard. Taking her nipple between his fingers, Magnus began to roll it gently while at the same time pulling it out from her body before letting it settled back. Again and again he repeated the motion until he was pulling her flesh to the point of pain. The right hand was simply stroking her other breast, feather light strokes in contrast to the sharp tugs of the other.

[scarletnym]

She had not heard about the pain. Fear wormed through her belly, wondering just how much pain he could inflict. She watched as he rose above her, part fear, part training, keeping her from moving. Nodding at his reference to hunting, she could feel her mouth watering. It had been so long since she had hunted but the desire never left her. The taste was so much better, stronger, sharper, and sweeter with the fear.

His fingers pulled her back to reality, shivering as he cupped her in his strong hand. She was so confused by her reaction to him. Hearing his words, brought feelings from her body that had only be brought with touch before. She could not believe it as she became aroused at the thought of him tracking her as she ran. Hoping he wouldn’t see that need in her she looked down from his eyes, only to see his hard chest. Her breath caught, she wanted to trace his scars with her tongue. She shook her head trying to shake the images from her mind.

"You will not have your release until I give it to you."

She knew those words well, having been denied many times before. Watching his face she felt him rolling her nipple, pulling it out, bringing a soft moan from her lips. His hands felt wonderful on her needy body. She began to groan as her nipple was pulled farther and farther out. Her back arched as he stroked her other breast. She was torn between the two pleasures. Not having felt the soft touch of someone in so long, she ached for more, but her body was used to the harsh feel of him stretching her nipple. Her body began to heat up, making her ready for him.