Hunter reborn.

[TieMeTightly]

She smiled rather triumphantly as he nodded and immediately climbed up into his lap, curling up against him, however all sounds that she had been forcing from the back of her throat had stopped. This was not unfamiliar. She had been curled in his lap before - when they had been partners..or laying practically atop him when they were on a bed. This seemed oddly reminiscent of that.

When he did stir she groaned immediately, burying her face in his chest for a moment only to curl up farther in his lap. It was obvious that she had little idea at all that she had returned to her human form, however as she heard his voice she glance up at him to see him back in that lovely form of his, and she nodded slightly.

He spoke of valuables and she sighed heavily, simply because she was now awake when she certainly could have slept..at least another hour. But instead she got out of his lap and stretched her arms into the air with a yawn only to walk toward her dresser, taking out a small box that held her jewelry from the back of her sock drawer.

In it had also been a necklace that he had gotten her - she hadn't gotten rid of it.

But just that box seemed to be all that she wanted. She went instinctively to open the other drawers then..as she had begun the night scant clothed and easily clasped a bra only to pull on a tshirt with a deep v-neck as well as denim shorts that easily showed off her legs.

Still with lethargy she took the box from atop the dresser and held it against herself, glancing back up to him - trying to ignore the mess of the room. "No weapons.."

 

[dryfter]

Michael watched in amusement as Celeste rolled off of his lap, standing before him to stretch her amazingly taut little body in all its glorious nakedness. The redhead yawned several times before beginning to stumble around the room gathering her things.

His grin widened at the sight of the ex-hunter clasping a bra around her wonderfully petite chest, fettering those perky, perfect breasts to her body with a smooth motion. He let her have the annoying undergarment without complaint....not bothering to tell her that such things were non-existant in his house. Indeed, some of his other mates much preferred to walk the halls naked and free of any encumberance at all. It made it so much easier....and quicker....to shift form should it be needed.....not to mention pleasing their master, which was needed....and frequently.

He remained silent as she primped herself a little, sliding her lithe frame into clothes she at least subconsciously intended to use to tease. Michael swallowed a rather large lump in his throat as he let his gaze slide down her long, toned legs....admiring just how well the change had been for her body. Even the smallest traces of cellulite and baby fat were gone, burned away beneath a new and much more active metabolism. What was left was sleek muscle and dangerous curves.....the were-fox losing none of her curves in this form it seemed.

One emerald eye cocked curiously at the sight of the jewelry box, yet he didn't ask for its contents. They were her memories after all....and even he couldn't bear to take those away from her. Though he could issue a word of warning....

"If its silver, best to leave it here. Sadly, it'll only burn you now....."

Rising from his seat....he nodded in her direction....moving to the room's lone window. Wrenching it open, a well placed kick sent the screen flying, creating a convenient avenue of escape from the gory mess they had left behind them.

He could feel her behind him....dutifully following as if it were the natural thing to do. Crossing several blocks, Michael did his best to block out the stench of humanity, hoping Celeste could do the same. It had to be hard for her, having only just gained her heightened senses....to block out the reek of feces and urine....of rotting garbage and decaying life. You never really knew how filthy the human race was until you saw it from the eyes of a beast....

Chuckling, Michael removed a parking ticket from his baby. A bright orange Mustang with black racing stripes, it was almost a shame to let it sit inactive for four days. Sliding smoothly behind the wheel, he waited for Celeste to get in.

"Hope you're ready for this. Like I mentioned....you're not the only one I've ever brought back to my home."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste glanced back to him as she heard his voice, telling her to leave behind silver..that was practically everything..and she hadn't even thought of it. She should have known..but..she didn't even realize.

So instead she opened the box and sighed heavily as literally every piece of jewelry in the box was silver, including the necklace. How could they have known what was to come those years ago?

Managing to hold back a great amount of emotion she set the box down, sighing heavily and shutting her eyes momentarily in order to try and stop herself from crying. Celeste already knew that he thought she was weak..though she was weak. And she still had every shred of human emotion in her at this moment.

When he moved to the window she had followed easily behind him, nearly suffocating from the stench of the streets, of the people as they sat in their homes..or worked. Had smelled that awful to him when he had been in the room with her? She couldn't have..he certainly would have at least made a face at her or poked fun.

With a slight pout she slipped into the Mustang, shutting the door as she pulled her seat belt on, her now golden eyes looking up at him as he spoke - reiterating what her place was and immediately her gaze dropped, falling instead to something more comforting than his gaze..her lap.

"..Michael.." She flinched, however, forcing herself to address him. "M..master.." After a heavy sigh at the word Celeste lifted her gaze to look out of the window. "..I don't want to be lost in the crowd of all of the women that you have.." She did very poorly with jealousy..and if she saw him paying more attention to someone else, it would be obvious that she would not deal well with it.

 

[dryfter]

Michael sighed as Celeste sat down next to him. He wouldn't be able to hide it from her much longer.....the smell of burning flesh. Would she even be able to recognize it? If she could, it wouldn't take much to figure out which one of them was in danger right now.....and yet.....he wasn't sure he shouldn't just throw the offending objects right out the window. How the hell had he gotten so soft?

It was just one act, he told himself. One that he would do for any of his mates. As long as he could tell himself that, the pain was bearable.....though it would make for a slow and agonizing healing.....

"..Michael.."

His eyes widened slowly, appreciatively as the cute little lycan next to him corrected herself.

"M..master.."

He risked a glance at her even as they took off. It didn't take much to watch the road, though he was eager to hit the highway....they had much of a day's travel ahead of them, and he wanted to make sure the rest of his "family" were still safe. Celeste would probably never know just how much he hated leaving them alone.

"..I don't want to be lost in the crowd of all of the women that you have.."

Michael did his best to keep his face serious and his gaze on the road. Jealousy? Again, he winced in pain at what he kept hidden even now, his voice wavering just slightly as he answered her concerns.

"Crowd huh? You must think I'm some sort of sexual superman. Just how many women do you think I've claimed?"

He didn't really wait for her answer. He needed to keep talking in order to ignore the pain in his thigh....a tiny wisp of grey smoke slipping unbidden from the pocket of his black jeans.

"I've four others for your information. And that's hardly enough to be called a crowd, and certainly not enough for you to become.....lost and forgotten. In fact, you'll find that one or two of them will be jealous of you. As I mentioned before....having a fox as a mate is an incredibly rare thing....unless you're a fox clan male I suppose."

Taking a hard right, the Mustang moved onto the on ramp.....seconds later accelerating as they reached highway speed. Even at this rate, it would be a long ride home....

"Each mate has their responsibilities. Learn yours when they are taught to you, and you'll find yourself amongst a sort of family.....not rivals."

 

[TieMeTightly]

She did smell something off - however as she was staring out the window she seemed to be attempting not to notice everything that was going on around her - or that she could pick out every object as the car flew past it.

Oh that would get increasingly frustrating. Even at a high speed she was able to see what they were passing - every movement from a car, bird, squirrel..it didn't matter.

However as he continued to speak she did eventually look up at him, apparently growing more and more interested, especially when he mentioned that one or two would be jealous of her. What would they look like? If he had just taken them to kill another and gain strength and then screw the poor woman silly until she caved..would they be attractive?

Then she scoffed at herself. Of course they would. Everyone he had ever been with had been nothing short of gorgeous..which made her feel about fifty times better about herself. Just like any other girl she really hadn't ever considered herself attractive..there was always some sort of flaw..well except now. At this moment in time she couldn't find one. Of course she hadn't seen her eyes yet.

And when he spoke of family was when her own eyes widened.

"Michael you're on fire!" The term 'Master' had been lost during her concern.

No, not on fire..well..sort of. It was burning his flesh, whatever he was hiding from her of course, but he wasn't technically flaming or anything. That was what the smell was..burning flesh.

Scrunching her nose in distaste she glanced up at him and then back down to his leg. "Pull over...y..you have to pull over!"

 

[dryfter]

"Pull over...y..you have to pull over!"

He wasn't on fire....well, not really. And yet it felt like he was. This had been so stupid, why the fuck was he doing things like this for her? Her, as in the girl who had left him for dead 2 years ago....the same girl who had been singularly responsible for nights of unending pain and agony. Was it that he had gotten to see her experience the same fate? That now he felt they were even? No. He wanted so much more from her.

And yet, he seemed to be getting it, just a little at a time. The fact that she had called him master had done worlds to show him just how far she was coming in just this short time. He barely heard her call him by name, the pain in his thigh much too great now. He bristled a little at her giving him orders, briefly considering continuing on just to be stubborn....but the fact is....he couldn't remember when he'd felt pain like this. Certainly not when that bastard had bitten him a few nights ago. That was nothing like this.....

Silently, he pulled the car over to the side of the road, grimacing in pain all the while. Desperately fast, he fished into his pocket.....pulling out each and every last silver bauble Celeste thought she had left behind in her ruin of a house. He just couldn't bear to see her cry....not when he saw through the shiny objects to see what they really were.

"You....should keep these. Silver....or not. They're your....memories. And memories....especially cherished ones.....should never be forgotten....."

He hadn't realized he had been sweating profusely until this exact moment, the absence of the cursed metal from its proximity to his skin was like a splash of soothing cool water, though the point of contact still burned and crawled like a living thing. For a second, he leaned forward to rest his head on the steering wheel.

"Excuse me, is something wrong?"

He must have been out of it. He hadn't even scented the human as he approached. With a soft smile, Michael cursed his luck. It wasn't like he could kill a highway patrol officer in the dead of rush hour on a busy highway and not have ten billion people notice. Best to act and hope his new mate played along with it....

"I'm sorry officer..."

Raising his head, he turned to give the man....apparently a seasoned vet....probably in his fourties....a weary smile.

"It's been a late night for me. Drove all the way up from Atlanta to get my girlfriend here....kinda red-eyed it. Seems I should have stopped somewhere for some shuteye. We just pulled over to change drivers. Didn't want to disturb traffic....and really didn't want to fall asleep at the wheel."

The moustached man nodded beneath his helmet, backing off slightly with a hand on his gun as Michael reached for the door.

"Take it from here, would you Celeste? Take me home."

Silently, he moved to the other side of the car....sliding into the seat instantly when she slid over. He didn't miss how the man's eyes bugged out of his head at the sight of her.....practically a dream come true to a loser like him. Way out of his league, and yet.....staring wasn't a crime.

"Glad to see some responsible drivers on the roads. If you're sure you're ok then...."

Michael gave him another tired smile....his act continuing as long as it could.

"We'll be fine, officer. Thank you very much for coming to check on us."

He gave a soft sigh as they started moving again......his old partner's driving skills more than adequate enough to get them merged with traffic and on their way again.

"Just drive until the next off ramp with a gas station.....I'll take us home from there. Well done, Celeste."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste stared wide-eyed at him in obvious disbelief that he had done this..for her. It was almost like there was..still some feeling there for her? No that couldn't be it. She didn't know what it was, why he had done it but she nearly cried out of happiness at that very moment - however..the officer interrupted any sort of emotion.

Her amber eyes flicked up immediately as the man peered into the window and she tilted her head curiously. She had smelled him..and for a moment..she had wanted to kill him. Just a moment - simply because she hadn't been so close to something alive..everything he had given her had been dead or dying.

But she shook it off and smiled rather politely up at the male, nodding in accordance to the story and sliding into the seat, flashing another smile as she clicked her seat belt into place.

She noticed him staring, his gaze traveling from her head to her toes, and she lifted a hand in a slight wave as the man backed away from the car and retreated to his own..she was ecstatic..though at this point it was mostly because she got to be in the driver's seat.

With a slight grin she glanced up to Michael only to turn on the left turn signal, easily pulling into the mess of cars. Traffic was moving quite smoothly and as the officer had to get everything sorted out in his car and tell whoever his backup was that it wasn't necessary, she was home free.

As he spoke to her, commending her she was beaming. "I should have been an actress." Though at that moment, her foot pressed on the gas pedal. They were three exits up from a gas station and she had gotten them there in under five minutes.

As she parked the car Celeste undid her seatbelt only to glance up at him as she put the car in park, drawing her legs up onto the seat before climbing into his lap, wrapping her arms easily around his neck only to press her lips to his cheek. "Thank you..I don't know what I will be able to do with them..but...thank you.."

 

[dryfter]

Michael grunted as he put weight on his leg once more, earning himself another sharp stab of pain. Why the fuck had he cared anyway?

Because you remember what it was like to lose everything....and all you had were memories....anchors for your sanity.

Growling softly, he watched as she slid obediently back to her side of the car. He remained somewhat aloof as she leaned over to kiss his cheek as soon as he sat down and they were off again. He didn't need her thanks....yet for some reason....not a single part of him, no matter how small, regretted what he had done.

And again they were off....his real home only hours away, certainly not the grueling trip that Atlanta would have been. The yellow lines on the road were almost hypnotic in their frequency, his thigh seeming to pulse painfully with the passing of each one as if to torture him.

"Nastaja, Siobhan, Kira, and Angel."

Perhaps talk would lessen the deadness he felt in the air. He was certainly in no mood to turn on the radio. There were many questions to be answered, he might as well prepare her for what she had in store for her.

"My four other mates.....your new family."

Michael smirked at the thought of Celeste's earlier jealousy. She would learn soon enough to get along with the others should she prove a problem....

"Nastaja and Angel are were-panthers like myself. The other two....taken from other clans....such as yourself. I dare say they might feel a little threatened by your addition to the clan. No worries though.....you'll be cared for. The one thing they have in common....and you with them.....is that you all know that I'm a much better person when I'm kept pleased."

Michael chucked as the car lapsed into silence once more....his new mate probably expecting him to elaborate more on the subject....especially where the others were concerned.

"They'll tell you their stories in due time....especially if you're bold enough to ask. Careful though....each one has her own surprises. They're mated to me for a reason.....each one brings something different to my clan. Oh....and one other thing.....until they trust you completely.....stay the fuck away from their children. Nastaja just bore me a cub six weeks ago.....she's likely to be nasty if thinks you're a threat."

Michael's eyes furrowed softly in thought as he continued.

"Angel's about four months along. The other two....haven't produced, so they'll most likely be the friendliest. I'd start with them when you decide to get to know people a little better."

 

[TieMeTightly]

She glanced up when he spoke again - named that she would certainly have to remember and she tilted her head slightly as though forcing them into her head. Before he had even said anything she knew who they were - and she simply frowned, looking back out the window as though there was something far more interesting outside.

She didn't want to hear about these women..their reasons to choose him as a mate. She had had no choice. Kept locked in a room during her change..useless and weak, susceptible to practically everything that he wanted to do to her simply because she was there, and so was he.

When he spoke of a 'cub', however she immediately flinched, and did her best not to draw her hand to her stomach. Even the word sent pangs to her chest..and she was certain that it was a bad thing.

What was probably worse was that the other two hadn't produced..he couldn't really be thrilled with that as he seemed to love having the women carry. That was really the only thing that frightened her.

"...I could always just introduce myself and then..stick by you..I'm not very good with new people, you know that.." That was true. Even when human she was incredibly stand-offish due to the level of trust that was needed in her ex-profession.

"They won't trust me..and I won't trust them." She growled somewhat, only to shake her head, letting it rest against the window as her eyes slipped shut. "..Can't I just stay somewhere else..I'm going to disrupt everything..and I like babies..I want to see it..but now you say stay away...she's never going to trust me."

Especially if they knew anything of what she had done to Michael. They wouldn't.

 

[dryfter]

"Stop it."

His voice held a commanding tone, more of a direct order than a real growl. The more he listened to her whine, the more irritated he and his injured leg got.

"One day, you will understand. You've much to learn about your new body, your new instincts. I very much believe that if you were to bear children, you'd find yourself much in the place of Nastaja....wanting to keep everyone at a distance. Even me."

Michael grunted softly, putting thought at least into her words.

"You'd do well to be careful how you carry yourself. Those four I mentioned are more like you than you probably believe. I took them....each of them, and I marked them whether they wanted it or not. Remember that. As for hiding behind me during introductions. I don't think you really want them thinking that the "new girl" is going to take me away from them. That wouldn't go well for you."

Sighing softly, his face softened just a little....the occasional tree whipping past as they continued at highway speed.

"And yet, we are a clan. Those same women you worry about so much will also one day rise to defend you should a crisis happen.....just as you will learn to do for them."

Silence reigned once more for a while.....Michael making mental notes of just how far they had come.....and how far was left to go.

"Come now, you seem brimming with questions for me. Do you care to ask me some of them? Or are you intending to stay in this paranoid depressive state you seem to have found?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

She had flinched at his command and silenced immediately, though she didn't look up at him, instead keeping her eyes shut. The only difference was that her brow knitted in obvious frustration.

Despite everything that he had told her, she was not used to this. Having to be social..best behavior, and good first impressions. Of course had it been a group of men that she had been meeting for the first time she would have been fine - she always had been.

Celeste of course had so far to go - seeing as she had only just finished her transformation into what she was a day ago. And yet he said she was brimming with questions. Of course inside she had millions of things that she wanted to ask him, but at the moment not one could be pinpointed.

"..I am not brimming.."

The words were quiet, as though apologetic of her little outburst.

It was kind of incredible how her personality had already become so..submissive. Even if she was fighting it, the natural order of things always kicked into place whether those affected wanted it to or not. With him being the 'Alpha' of their clan, she would automatically bend to him. It was a simple matter of what happened after choosing a mate. They fall in line.

"I'm in no such state..I think..I'm tired..that's all..and..I'm not sure that my last meal is sitting very well." Well that certainly couldn't be true. The last meal was the previous night before she had slept, and yet now she let her hand rest on her stomach just for a moment, her eyes opening briefly only to shut again as she sighed, drawing her legs up on the seat of the car.

"..Is there anything else that I should be warned about..?"

 

[dryfter]

"..Is there anything else that I should be warned about..?"

A fair question....one that required a little bit of thought before answering.

"Your own kind, perhaps. I've had to fend off a few attacks in the last year...."

For a moment, Celeste almost looked alarmed.

"It's my duty to defend the clan, as its head....and only male member. As clans go, we are a weaker one for that very reason. While many of my own kind respect my existance and allow me to continue to live as peacefully as our kind do.....males from other clans see me as a target. Or rather, a target with 5 very lovely females.....a prize for any who can manage to defeat me and eat my heart...."

He didn't mention the soul rending that such a severance of bond would cause. How helpless his poor family would be in the face of just such a terrorist after he had fallen. The very thought gave him strength, driving away the pain he felt in his leg. He wasn't about to let that happen.

"Females generally don't fight. They are expected to stay back and protect the children. There has been an exception made. Kira proved to be a rather vicious opponent when I had to face down a were-tiger. It was a brutal fight, and we were both hurt badly.....and yet.....she had no child to protect, as she pointed out, so she felt her place was with me."

Michael shook his head, the memory coming back to him all too clearly.

"Siobhan, you'll find....isn't worth much when it comes to fighting. So don't trust her with your back....I blame myself for that."

Turning the wheel suddenly, the Mustang leapt onto an off ramp, much smaller roads ahead of them once they had left the innerstate.

"We're drawing nearer....should be there soon."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Her eyes had remained closed..until he mentioned attacks. For some reason she hadn't thought of that possibility.

He mentioned defending the clan and she had gone back to leaning against the window with her eyes shut. She didn't like the way that the story was going, not story - the facts. This was what had to be done, fend off the bad, jealous clans in order to defend his own clan and keep them together. Certainly something out of a novel.

He went on to talk about the females and after going on about Kira..well she certainly didn't want to get on her bad side in the slightest. It was bad enough that getting on Michael's bad side had made her his pet..and she had thought him dead.

As the car sped down an offramp she groaned, opening her eyes briefly and shutting them again. She wanted nothing more than a few hours of rest. Just a few - she was still exhausted from the change and the amount of energy it had sucked out of her.

Despite everything, she was somewhat..excited to meet them. To have someone perhaps share the same trials that she did, though she was certain that they were already attached to him. Whether or not they had wanted him and to be a part of his clan, at this point they certainly had to feel something for him - if not something very deep.

"I could fight."

Her eyes snapped open suddenly, and the grin returned to her lips. "..I already know how to fight..I'm sure that's part of why you're so good at it..." Though - if she had ever fully changed - she would be a bitty little fox with little ability to do much at all. "..We could get weapons...coat them..s..so that if we shot them..there would be no harm until they pierced flesh.."

Already the wheels in her mind were turning, as though to think up wonderful advances in her weapons, though she was again staring out the window instead of at him. "..I could fight..if necessary..I could fight."

 

[dryfter]

He certainly wasn't surprised by her willingness to fight alongside him. How many of his kind had she killed before her turning? And yet, she'd find the rules a little different on this side of the battlefield.

"No weapons. None save for the ones we weild on our bodies....or I suppose to be more specific.....no silvered weapons. Its an unspoken, yet universal law between the tribes. A lycan using silver against another lycan becomes outcast from all clans.....a rogue subject to death at any time."

While Michael knew much about lycan women in heat, he unfortunately lacked knowledge of women....at least in some areas. He had felt an eyebrow cock slightly at her mention of not feeling well, and yet, was it even possible for illness to begin a mere day to day and a half after being fucked within an inch of your life? Something inside him severely doubted it. Conception, sure....but wasn't pregnancy illness supposed to take place at least a couple of weeks later? She was telling the truth then.....not like he wouldn't be watching her......

"As with Kira, I will permit it dependant on the circumstances. Should you ever abandon a child to come to my side though, pet........my wrath will be unimaginable."

The rode in silence once more.....each in their own thoughts. Finally, the car veered left, paved road abandoned entirely as the wheels hit gravel....kicking up enough dust to disturb the fine wax job of his car.

"Hello Master! Welcome home!"

The voice came from Celeste's right, a rather youthful and tomboyish blonde peering inside......and Michael hadn't slowed down any. Hazy grey eyes widened, prim lips forming a suprised "O" as this strange girl scanned the were-fox through the window. And just like that she was gone, the Mustang springing forward without its friendly tagalong.

To anyone looking, the young girl....woman actually, was standing in the middle of the gravel road, shaking her short cropped blonde hair from side to side....a hand on a slender hip.....dressed only in a ragged tank top and denim cut off shorts....most of her features becoming obscured rather quickly in the resulting dust cloud.....

 

[TieMeTightly]

Celeste actually frowned somewhat as he mentioned that she wasn't allowed to use outcasts but she shrugged somewhat in response only to gasp at the girl at the window. That hadn't been expected. She blinked up at her and only then glanced back to Michael, however when she looked back to the girl only to see that she was getting a once over.

Wonderful.

Her amber eyes glanced back to him after a few moments in confusion though she rather quickly frowned, sighing heavily.

"..Master.." She was obviously struggling with forcing the word out - the title more or less. Sighing heavily she glanced in the side-view mirror at the girl, seeing that she was shaking her head.

"...Who is she? And why did she look at me like that?"

She wanted nothing more at the moment but to call him Michael and whine to him about how she didn't want to meet these other women..and that she could defend herself, etcetera.

However she remained silent except for the question simply because her curiosity had gotten the best of her, mostly because of the look that she had been given.

And she decided she simply wasn't feeling well, or she was psyching herself out. She would of course be worried about what was going on - what could possibly be going on with her body - however it was quite possible that her gut feeling was right. Who knew how early someone of her breed could feel the happenings inside of her body?

 

[dryfter]

Michael chuckled softly, despite himself.

"That...was Kira. As energetic as always I see. As for that look on her face...priceless wasn't it? That would be her realizing that I've brought another woman home with me."

It was at least another fifteen minutes of churning up the old dirt road before they pulled into anything that even resembled a driveway. Turning slightly, he kept a close eye on Celeste....if his suspicions were true.....the look on her face would be genuinely priceless here.....

The old plantation had been run down when he had purchased it for a bargain price. Now, with diligent work and a whole lot of renovation, it once again stood a symbol of pride for those who lived there. Great white columns supported the roof over a sprawling porch....a porch where a certain short haired blonde fidgeted nervously, awaiting their arrival.....a blonde they encountered on the road none too long ago and had supposedly left behind.....

Sauntering with an open mixture of curiousity and apprehension on her face, the tomboy slowly approached the car....easing herself off the porch with feminine grace. As she neared, Celeste finally was able to get a good look at her....though Michael had no idea what conclusions his new pet would make from just first glance.

Pretty enough, Kira was extremely skinny, pointy nipples sticking plaintively outward from the thin fabric of her top. There wasn't much behind them however, hence why someone might mistake her for a girl at first with her petite little A-cup titties. While everything about her was toned and seemed to be well muscled, the blonde was thin to the point of looking anorexic...leaving some of her curves a little less curvy than some men might appreciate.

It didn't take long for the newcomer to feel herself inspected as well, as her blonde counterpart displayed no shame what so ever in running her eyes over the red-head's buxom, curvaceous body. Stepping in close, Kira cocked a head slightly....doing her best to remain impassive and non-threatening. She knew all too well what would happen if she was anything less than receptive to this new female....

Leaning in uncomfortably close, the blonde's nose wrinkled softly for just a second as she drew in a deep breath, recoiling almost instantly in surprise. Her wide eyes moved from Celeste to Michael....to Celeste once more.....before finally settling on her master.

"A fox, master?! Surely good fortune smiles on the clan today!"

Beaming suddenly, the blonde literally danced circles around the new addition to the manor. This ceased instantly as she flinched, barely stifling a worried cry as Michael's hand shot out to cease a fragile looking wrist.

"P-please master. I didn't mean to offend. Please spare me!"

Michael flinched. He honestly hadn't wanted Celeste to see this....and yet, it was Kira's story to tell, not his.

"Stop. You'll make her dizzy, Kira. And how many times do I have to tell you....I'm not that kind of master. So stop grovelling for your life over trivial things. You want to beg for your life? Hurt Celeste and then try and plead your way out of it."

For a second their eyes met.

"Celeste....."

Perhaps she should be disturbed by the dreaminess in the tomboy's voice....or the wonderous look in her eye.....

"I would never hurt, Celeste, Master. Not as long as she showed me the mark that makes her yours."

Without further ado, and certainly without permission, Michael bent over....his hands darting for the were-fox unexpectedly. Catching the leg of her denim shorts, he pulled her powerfully to him, pinning her against him as he pulled the fabric upward just enough to show the woman before them the mark that hadn't healed......the bite mark on her inner thigh.....

"She's mine. Now leave us. You'll have time to get acquainted better later."

Almost instantly, she was gone. Her hair a golden streak as she flashed back into the manor house.....no doubt to inform the others of their arrival.

"Welcome to my home, Celeste."

 

[TieMeTightly]

So that was Kira. She nodded slightly, glancing back up at him when he spoke of her realization, almost immediately pouting - of course that hadn't been what she wanted to hear..'another' woman made her sound like just that. Another woman.

When she saw his home, her home..she couldn't help but have her jaw drop. It was..somewhat amazing. Even as she was approached by Kira and got out of the car, though her gaze was still on the plantation. "Michael.." His name was breathed - and she hadn't caught herself simply because she had been too speechless to do so. If she had had any concentration she certainly would have fixed her words, she was so surprised to see how..absolutely stunning it was made it impossible for her to concentrate enough to realize that she should have corrected herself.

Her amber eyes focused on her, however - inspecting the other girl just as she was inspected - not even phased at her surprise, though as soon as she saw her circling her she glanced back and forth, eventually managing to focus on something else, feeling her gaze become off - and it was just as Keith had snatched her wrist, Celeste having been apparently swaying a bit.

She glanced back up to him when he did it, then looking to the girl and back to him again, her eyes only meeting Kira's gaze for a moment. He was using her name again..and couldn't help but smile somewhat. She wasn't being reduced to a nameless creature to him. His 'bitch'. She was still Celeste.

Though the look in the girl's eyes made her shudder, and merely yelped at his grasp as he yanked her toward him. She squirmed instinctively but only for a moment before stilling against him, cringing as he tugged her shorts upward, just then seeing that the bite had not healed.

At his words, his lips so close to her ear she felt herself instinctively relax against him, actually pressing herself farther against his body. "..Thank you, Master..." The quiet purr had returned to her voice. "..You could have warned me before yanking up my shorts you know.."

 

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Taking her hand in his, Michael led the still hesitant Celeste up the sweeping steps to the manor's interior. Somehow, he knew that it was going to be a busy night....he just hoped that he wasn't risking presenting his new mate with too much all at once.....

The had just crossed from the foyer to the parlor room, both of them acutely aware of their surroundings, noting every soft dancing of shadow, every flicker of movement. This included the soft dance of light beams coming from the room's corner lamp....a long and sensuous leg lifting to scatter the shadows as easily as a child might.

"Welcome home, master......how we've missed you. Kira passed through her moments ago speaking of a new arrival. Permission to introduce myself and make acquaintance?"

There was no attempt to rise from the leather backed chair that engulfed all but that one shapely leg from their view. Nodding more to himself than to anyone in particular, Michael spoke.

"You have my permission."

Her movements were slow, but from this angle, the body that rose before them seemed supple enough.....long black hair cascading down broad feminine shoulders to spill to the middle of her back. Turning, Celeste found herself pierced by icy blue eyes that seemed so much more fierce than Kira's had ever been. A slow hand rose to settle on the growing swell of her belly even as she turned to face them fully....her head bowing respectfully to Michael for a single long moment....

"My name is Angel.....and it is a pleasure to meet you, lady. Kira truthfully spoke nothing of you, so you needn't be worried. In this house, our stories are our own to tell.....and so it will be the same with you unless Master Michael sees otherwise."

The brunette moved gracefully from behind the recliner she had been resting on, her other hand gently setting a book upon its arm. Gliding forward, she exuded a calmness that Kira had most definately been lacking.....as well as the intelligence to know that the girl before her might very well be scared out of her mind. Any sudden moves and Celeste may react defensively, and woe to this newcomer if for any reason she might present a threat to the child she carried.

"Your eyes.....they are bright....like mine. You are a curious one, aren't you? Intelligent as well, yes....not like Siobhan at all....."

Her icy gaze drifted back towards her master.

"Thank you....."

Nodding, Michael nudged Celeste past the full figured brunette, not wanting her to be intimidated.....not like she should be, considering Angel's gentle introduction. He just hoped luck stayed with her....and she didn't get caught up in any of the were-panther's nasty mood swings. Angel had at least a foot of height advantage over Celeste.....and their difference in reach would make things ugly fast should the two quarrel.

A tired smile on his face, Michael gave her a reassuring nudge.

"There....two down.....two to go. And despite my earlier words, I've stood by you through both of them."

 

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She grasped his hand tightly as he led her toward the home, into his house. Thanks to Kira she had actually expected to be bombarded with three women at the door but there were none and she was incredibly grateful for that.

Though there was one woman - and she heard the voice, easily focusing on the leg as she heard the gentleness. It was obvious that she was doing her best to be calm - to be kind toward her, as cordial as she could possibly be given that this was the second of four introductions.

However, her eyes were frightening and Celeste remained on guard despite the gentle tone in her voice. "..Angel.." Her name was breathed as she smiled politely, doing her best to keep her guard down at least for a moment.

The comment about her eyes caused her to tilt her head slightly in confusion. Were they completely different? She hadn't seen them yet - though she probably should have noticed when looking in the mirror of the car - obviously her thoughts had been elsewhere.

And she was intelligent. Well that was a kind comment if she ever heard one and she immediately beamed, only to be nudged forward by Michael, almost immediately clung to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and walking with him.

"Two to go, yes..and..thank you for staying with me..I'm not sure they would all be this kind otherwise.." That was true - she would have expected a far more harsh inspection had he not been standing by her side.

 

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From the parlor room, they passed into a sweeping grandiose dining hall, vastly reminiscent of the Victorian days when half an army could actually be fed here. To think it had been in shambles when he had first moved in.....a soft smile flickered across his fatigued features as his nose instantly picked up the lingering smell of blood......

"Master! Master where are you?"

The words came punctuated with a soft clink of metal.....a sound he knew all too well. Turning once more, just in time, it was all he could do to keep from chuckling as Siobhan finally found them....

Not even Celeste could see her immediately.....just a creamy whisper of movement behind table and chairs. The soft sound of sniffing breaking the silence of the room just as well as the metallic jingle had a moment before.

"You're.....not alone master? Someone......new......"

The room filled with a mournful wail suddenly, Michael continuing to watch Celeste even as she tried to comprehend what all was going on without actually seeing anything yet.

"Master's replaced me, Nastaja! What good am I to him now?!"

Stepping from an antechamber....another brunette, this one much less stocky in build than Angel had been....though perhaps that was due to her impending pregnancy. Sapphire blue eyes regarded the two of them as she stepped into view.....absolutely stark naked.

Full breasts sagged just a little beneath the weight of what was held within.....every inch of her screamed seduction, the were-panthers body tight and inviting.....the way she walked towards them both purposefully inviting both of them to stare.

And at her hands.....a thin silver chain.....with a firm jerk of its length spilled out a young girl, not more than late teenage years.....her most striking feature being her snow white hair that even now kept most of the rest of her femininity hidden from view.....dangling as it was in absolute misery.

"Come now, Siobhan. You said the same thing when Master got Kira too. You really should no better."

"Master won't love me any more, Nastaja! Look at her! She's beautiful! More beautiful than you are! He'll spend all his time with her and there will be none for poor Siobhan. Master!"

Her tirade was cut off with an angry cuffing from the brunette, a dark scowl written deeply on her face. Michael's fingers tightened slightly around Celeste's as he gazed longingly at them both. The fact that he had an even lovelier partner beside him now was not lost on him.......but still.....

"Release her, Nastaja."

Sapphire eyes widened, fingers immediately going slack on the chain. The poor Siobhan's misery intensifying by the second.

"I'll serve her, if you'll let me, master. Just please don't stop having a use for me. Please don't kill me and feed her my heart! PLEASE!"

Nudging her forward, Michael edged Celeste a little closer to the distraught female.....

"Celeste....meet Siobhan. This lovely woman parading her around, is Nastaja. Speaking of which.....how is my daughter, Nastaja?"

Glancing at the new arrival with a certain sense of pride, the were-panther puffed out her chest slightly....knowing full well that this "Celeste" would be watching.

"She fares well, master. A healthy baby girl....I've been caring for her as if she were my whole world."

Michael nodded....giving the huddled Siobhan a soft look.

"And she's been feeding well?"

Nastaja gave them all a sultry smile....even as a hand slowly slid upwards and across her taut stomach to give one full breast a tiny squeeze....a white droplet of liquid forming on the almost black nipple....

"Want a taste?"

He smiled then....knowing exactly where this was going.

"Siobhan....I do have a use for you."

The young woman's head shot up from her prostrated position on the floor, hope and love shone deeply in her eyes.

"I want you to comfort the woman who even now tries to comfort you...."

If there were any questions, they were about to be answered as he turned towards his sultry mate.....lunging for her, those startling eyes widening in surprise.....barely able to make a squeak of alarm before being slammed bodily into the dining room wall.

"M-master!"

His hand moved between them....reaching for the button of his jeans.....letting the fabric pool at his feet. Nastaja's eyes widened even further as she felt her master's cock nudging insistantly against her tender flesh.....

"Why? I've borne you a daughter?"

He slid into her with a single smooth motion....the proud were-panther emitting a tiny wail of defeat mixed with alarm....

"Because you have two breasts with which to nurse. You're not fully fulfilling your duty to the clan."

"No! Master please! Ughn....ughnnn....why....why must you do this in front of them? Please tell me...."

Michael grunted as he slammed into her again and again....until Nastaja was held upright almost by the tips of her toes alone....each thrust threatening to lift her completely off the ground.

"Because Celeste needs to learn that there are other women in this house besides her. She may have too much fire in her soul to be a true slut....much like you in a way, Nastaja.....but she will see how things work under my roof."

Thin and frail arms encircled her....soft hushing in her ears.....the lithe frame of Siobhan curled around Celeste.....hoping to ease some of the pain.....pain she had felt once.....

 

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Celeste looked up when she heard the sound of clanking metal, her eyes glancing around cautiously as she heard the words - but she didn't have any time to focus on the blur, though turned a moment after Michael did, her eyes still just as wide..still seeing nothing.

She cringed at the words, however - and the wail following made her cover her ears instinctively, though she didn't move any closer to Michael, seemingly frozen as the rant went on.

As a brunette stepped forward Celeste glanced up, glad really that she could actually see someone, though the look of her drew colour to her cheeks but she couldn't make herself look away.

Her eyes regarded the girl with white hair, her breathing somewhat uneven as she attempted to comprehend the two of them at once. Siobhan was apparently frightened that she would be outcast..just as Celeste had been, and she wanted nothing more at the moment but to step forward and promise that that wouldn't happen..but she didn't.

Instead she just stood there as the girl threw out compliments left and right, the shock, inhaling in a sharp gasp as the brunette cuffed the girl, unable to take her eyes off of the two even after feeling the grasp on her hand tighten by his fingers, his large hand so easily capturing her own.

She couldn't help but whimper as she was given a gentle push forward and still stood there, struggling desperately to remain calm at the moment, lifting her hand as though about to reach out to her to calm her, though she didn't.

There were questions going on around her about his daughter and she did glance up in time to see her grasp her breast, but the comment made her flinch.

The same possessiveness came over her but there wasn't a moment to react. An order was given to Siobhan, and then he was on Nastaja in a moment's time leaving her trembling with anger..fuming in her sudden bout of jealousy. She didn't even care that the girl didn't seem to want it there..in front of them.

Celeste's eyes had gone saucer-wide at this point as she watched the scene - up until this moment she hadn't known him mating with anyone else besides her..and this..this was too much at one time...and the comment immediately made her whimper.

Without even realizing what was happening Siobhan was embracing her, obviously trying to comfort her and she could do nothing but bite her lower lip and look away, ignoring that the newly sharpened canines were drawing blood as her hands lifted to clamp over her ears. This was not what she wanted to hear..She wanted nothing more but to get out of the room...to be anywhere but there - anywhere but close enough to see and hear the acts going on. It wasn't fair..and she didn't like it.

 

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Siobhan cooed into her charge's ear....tiny breasts pressed firmly against the sexy back she curled around. All the while, she reached over to gently caress, the suddenly trembling were-fox's skin....in more of a soothing, than a sexual manner....

"Please don't cry.....Master will punish Siobhan if you cry......Master loves you very much, just as he loves us all.....each in our own special way, you'll see."

Pinned against the wall, Nastaja could do little but thrash and writhe now that she'd been impaled by him. Eyes wide, she never stopped begging for mercy as he took her fiercely....driving her voluptuous body against the wall again and again.....her breasts mashed roughly against its coarse surface.....

"Please Master....please....I've served you well....master PLEASE!"

THe last word was nearly shrieked, the buxom brunette tensing visibly all of a sudden....all most the exact second he stopped moving....holding himself deep inside of her.....

"No! Master, no!"

Long seconds passed, and it was over.....his were-panther mate slumping softly against the wall in silence even as he retreated from her...his cock pulling out of her with a soft pop.....

"You know what lies in store for you if you spill any, Nastaja. Do be careful."

Looking over her shoulder at him, the brunette merely nodded....sniffling softly as she tried her best to regain at least some of her pride in front of them all.....especially her.

"Yes, Master.....may I.....may I be excused to my room?" Those sapphire orbs of hers darting immediately to Siobhan as the teen spoke, her voice low and husky in Celeste's ear....her own scent of arousal having gotten ever stronger during the display.

"Oooo....he put a lot in her...."

Leaning forward, Celeste could feel her neck being nuzzled softly....again, intended more for comfort than arousal....

"Permission granted, Nastaja. Though don't think for a second that I don't know what goes on behind those walls. My punishment is absolute.....so try not to earn yourself a share of it."

Sulking slightly, the shapely woman practically raced out of the room.....a single droplet of saline left behind on the dining room floor, evidence that she might have been crying.....

Turning to the two of them, he gave Celeste an unashamed look, reaching for the band of his pants once more....

"Master! You're hurt!"

He had forgotten Celeste's jewelry, and how it had burned him. Glancing downward, he saw now the effects that the dangerous metal had on him....his skin blackened....a nasty pus already beginning to form through cracked flesh. Evidence that this would would not be regenerated.....

Sliding smoothly from around Celeste, the white-haired teen gently began licking the offending area.....ever so softly so as not to pain him. Surprisingly, he let her continue....totally ignored, as he fixed Celeste with a hard gaze.

"So now you know what it is like here, as well as how it will be. I will not throw these four to the streets just because you have arrived. You are family now, will be treated and respected as such. But most of all....family tolerates family. Now I believe we have quite a bit left of the manor that you've not seen...."

Siobhan shivered slightly.....not an ounce of fear in her eyes......and it wasn't particularly cold either. Looking up....her whisper filled the room....even as her gaze filled with him.

"Like the dungeon, master?"

 

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Celeste had somehow managed to keep herself from darting from the room..though she knew she was made to see this. There was no choice in the matter. And as Siobhan spoke into her ear..nuzzled against her obviously to comfort her, her eyes shut.

That was easier to deal with. Even the other woman's desperate cries hadn't made her open her eyes. She knew what was happening - and she knew even moreso that he was making her hold every drop of cum - the mere thought made her shudder.

When he finally did let her go and she managed to run from the room Celeste opened her eyes, gaze focusing on the droplet on the floor before slowly resting on Michael.

She wasn't regarding him at all, really - and despite his words she seemed simply frustrated with everything..and she certainly didn't believe that he loved her - he was just punishing her.

While she was having less and less control with wanting to be near him and with him all of the time, he seemed to be perfectly fine with fucking every single one of the girls in the house.

He was regarding her, however - and she looked away - avoiding his gaze easily. That was something that she had gotten used to even when he was human..and it was harder now..harder to even keep her eyes off of him - and she really didn't even want a tour.

She wanted her room..her bed. She wanted to curl up in a little ball and curse at herself from getting into the mess that she had managed to find herself in.

As Siobhan said something about a dungeon she immediately flinched, taking a slight step back from him. "..You're tired.." She spoke quietly, hesitantly - as though trying to redirect his thought pattern. "...M..maybe you should just..get some rest and we can tour later...Master"

Again the word was forced, but she had managed to say it instead of his name. That seemed to be remaining just as hard..having to call him a title as opposed to his name..she particularly liked his name. Not 'Master'.

He was teaching her too many lessons in a short amount of time, and she was actually terrified that his mood would continue to worsen if he continued to remain awake.

 

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"...M..maybe you should just..get some rest and we can tour later...Master"

Michael eyed Celeste warily, not missing the soft trembling of her body that she tried so desperately to hide from him. She had confessed her fears to him on their way here, not wanting to be just another woman to him. And here she sat....confronted by the same fear she had been worried about all along.

Perhaps she was right. His thigh ached despite Siobhan's attentions, a bone deep throbbing that made it harder to walk each time he allowed himself to dwell on it.

"Very well."

His voice was low....almost a whisper as fatigue and silver poisoning took its toll on him. The white haired girl at his feet looking up at him with concern.

"I'll show you to your room."

Leading her deeper into the manor, Siobhan shadowed them both from a distance....a considerable feat as the girl never seemed to rise from her hands and knees. By the time they had reached the grandiose sweeping staircase that led to the second floor, he was having trouble even ascending them.....his right leg wanting to collapse weakly beneath him each time he risked putting weight on it. He ignored a soft mew of concern coming from their shadow....

Limping heavily....Michael made it without assistance for the most part.....the palm of his hand guiding him as he leaned against the structure's ancient walls.....still feeling each passing bump and crevasse with perfect awareness.....

"Here you are.....this is your room."

If she would have turned around, Celeste probably would have found the look on Siobhan's face both confusing and amusing......and definately would have asked about it at a later time.

As the door swung open, a lavish interior spread before her. A velvet backed chair sat before the ornate dresser and mirror.....its shimmering surface refracting the light from the now setting sun shining in through the window. A queen sized four post bed gracing the northern wall with its elegance....

It was if the Victorian age had never died.....

Even as she took all of this in....the sound of the door clicking shut behind her reached her ears.....along with the unstable shuffling of his feet as he moved towards his own room.

"You exerted yourself too much, master....."

"Shut up, Siobhan."

"Yes, master."

A door closed, silence......a heavy thud.....the floorboards shivering just the tiniest amount at the sound.....

And the manor was quiet once more.....

 

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Celeste nodded up at him. She wanted to ask him if he was alright..tell him that he shouldn't have gone out of his way to get her silver that she couldn't even touch without proper protection, but she remained silent and followed behind him with her head bowed somewhat.

Upon reaching the room she glanced back, having easily heard Siobhan behind her, but again, she mentioned nothing of it - despite the look on her face. Certainly she would have to question the look..if she remembered of course.

Stopping warily behind Michael as he opened the door to 'her room' she peeked around him and looked inside, her own eyes widening slowly as she saw the extraordinary way that it was decorated. Certainly he wouldn't have done this on his own.

"Thank you, Master.." She was working so hard to call him the proper title, obviously afraid perhaps to upset him if she slipped and instead called him by his name.

But before she could even turn to actually thank him properly, the door had shut, and she could hear their footsteps echoing down the hallway, her lips immediately forming a pout as she stared at the door.

Slowly she reached back and unclasped the bra as well as sliding off the denim shorts, climbing into the bed and pulling the covers back, only to lay down in only the tshirt and rather useless panties.

She was tired, and the fact that the bed was simply..there..and so comfortable. It wasn't long before she did fall asleep, curling up beneath the blankets and holding a pillow against herself as though it was him that she was curling up against.

Her breathing was slow and steady one pillow clutched to her chest, an occasional quiet purr coming from the back of her throat though otherwise she remained silent, barely even stirring throughout the night. The transformation had taken a lot out of her..and she needed to catch up apparently on a good bit more sleep than she had intended.