The Little Theif ~ Closed ~

[katalynn]

There was a void in her eyes as he searched them, far too many walls have been built and after spending so much time alone, Scynthrina had found herself hiding behind those walls. He can see that she is in there, hidden deep behind the walls and doors, but she is there and he saw it for a split moment. The kiss may have been forced and with urgency on his part, although, he felt a small part of what was hidden as she returned the kiss. The return kiss was not as savage as his, and it did take a moment before she submitted to the kiss, all the same it was something he did not expect right away.

Scynthrina knew what was going to happen tonight, the maids were bickering about it, in fact, it seemed as if everyone was bickering about it. Which is one of the reasons to hide herself, unsure if she was truly ready for this, thinking of the threats that were made earlier. Not wanting to be discarded, or tossed around like The Eunuch wanted to do, let alone what people will do when they are 'taking care' of her. It was never her that flaunted her virginity around, seems like that's what everyone else did for her. The former Master always had a reason for his madness, had his reasons for keeping her pure and 'innocent', he wasn't just some fool. He knew full well of what she would become and he simply didn't allow it, he was in control in every aspect.

When she looked at the King and into his eyes, she saw a conflicting struggle, even now with her naked and exposed beneath him, there was so much conflict in him and it made it difficult to tell just what he was feeling. He needed to be control, that much was obvious by his actions and words, there was also passion hidden in there as well, almost as if he was afraid to let her see that side. The King was also struggling with what to do at this point, he could just take her here and now, get it over with and claim her. Though, he seriously didn't want her to hate him either. This girl was different and he knew it, this one wasn't a typical peasant girl or a whore, and to treat her as such would defeat his goal of breaking her... A goal of making her want him in return.

Every so often Scynthrina did try to close her eyes, turning away, finding a way to stay hidden. Sadly that kiss brought her back into the moment and she hasn't been able to retreat since. When she did turn her head, it was returned with his grip forcing her to look back at him, an unspoken command. Taking of her hands and pinning it above her head, while he guided the other hand down between her legs, moving her fingers with his between the wet folds. Once her fingers were no longer resisting, he removed his hand and pinned her with his pelvis, preventing them from leaving. Scynthrina could feel his hardness as he held it in place, against the folds, pressing hard against a throbbing clit, and her moving fingers.

The King did not move his hips just yet, there was a struggle within him yes, there was a great need to just dive in, however, he was in control here, not her. There was a greater need to feel her body want it, to see her eyes fill with any emotion, most importantly, to make her beg for it. Whether it was a spoken plea, or unspoken, he was going to make her need it. His hands roamed over the naked flesh beneath him, feeling every possible inch without ever taking his gaze away from hers, seeing the struggle behind the brown eyes emerge.

When he felt her body responding as her hips began to move, grinding herself against the moving fingers and the hard cock, he smiled knowing he broke through. Even her eyes said as much as the lust took over, the occasional moan escaping from her was another good sign. Though, it still wasn't good enough, he wanted more from her. The scent and energy that was pouring from her was a struggle in itself, but if he is to remain in control, he had to fight through it. Determined to break her down more, forcing the need and desire into her, before fully claiming her.

 

[Anthropologist]

At the last moment, within seconds of him plunging his sword into her scabbard, he paused. He did not know why, not yet, but his powerful body hovered above her, dwarfing her pale and light frame. He already suspected, no knew, that she exuded an aura that drove men and women alike to lust. He had seen her power in action, seen the effect of her on those around her, even Lorec and The Eunuch had succumbed. In preparation for tonight, he had steeled himself, concentrated his will in resisting her, wanting her, but wanting her on his terms.

And now, in the moment of taking, he paused. At first he thought that it was his own will that made him pause, that his lustful plunge had been bought to a halt by sheer willpower, but there was more to it than that. He knew he could take her, and there would be no questions asked, no recriminations. It was his right, he was her master, she was his slave. But, ironically, taking her would not be enough, not this time...........she was different........it came as a Eureka moment, and he smiled at the ridiculousness of it.........he wanted her to want him.

He eased back from her, rolling to one side so that he was inclined alongside her naked form, laying on his left side. He traced his fingers across her belly, and upwards to her breast, rasping his thumb across the nipple, watching her eyes for a reaction. Seeing little, he leans towards her and sucks the dusky pink bud between his lips, and bites on it gently. He smiles, although he can't smile with his lips, as they are occupied, but he smiles inwardly at the sound of her breath expelling, at the momentary arch of her back as she reacts to his touch.

As he suckles at her breast,he traces his fingers down her belly, hesitating not, he slips them into her sex, her wetness and warmth not unnoticed. He soon finds her clitoris, and marvels at its turgidity already, and wonders, if she is so ready, why she isn't more welcoming to him. He slips his mouth from her nipple and kisses up her throat to her lips, this time he engages her with much less force, a gentle union, his tongue exploring her lips. He can almost feel her melting beneath him, feel her surrendering, a sensation he has not experienced with all the wenches before her. But still it is not time, still he hesitates, there is one piece of the jigsaw missing, he wants her to ask him to take her, and when she does, they will no longer be master and slave, he wasn't sure what they would be, but he knew his life will never be as it was.

 

[katalynn]

There was a darkness that consumed any thought she may have had in that moment, that single plunge, the feel of him inside, the pain from the sudden movement put her into shock. There were no feelings towards it, not hate, not anger, not sadness, not even lust, all of her mind simply went numb in those few moments. It took sometime for her to realize the changes around her, feeling his heated flesh next to her own instead of above her, fingers were working their magic down between her legs, replacing the hardness that was buried inside a moment ago.

The now familiar sensation of a mouth feasting on her nipple brought her back to reality of the moment, arching and gasping towards it. Another familiar sensation was building quickly, the movement of her hips reaching towards his fingers, seeking more from them. Moaning deeply when the hot mouth reached her neck, tilting her head to give him more access, only to find his lips upon hers, teasing at her lips. Scynthrina was mentally struggling, unable to retreat into the darkness, he had brought her out and is keeping her out, forcing her to accept what her body is feeling.

The more his tongue lingered at her lips, taunting them to respond on their own, the more she broke. Unable to resist the urges any longer, very slowly her lips parted and with some hesitation, her tongue slipped past them, meeting and inviting the teasing one in, surrendering. There were changes happening as she began to submit to herself, submitting to him and the sensations for the first time. These changes were mainly from him however, breaking her virginity had broken more than just the innocent girl it trapped.

As their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, feeding into the tension of an increasing climax, her dark brown eyes turned crystal blue. Markings began to appear over her body. A mixture of markings that told of her race and the mark of his wolf, along with the mark of the king. Around each eye appeared the wings of her race, proving her true nature. The collar changed the markings on her arm into a Celtic Trinity Knot as the base which has one wolf paw clawing over her right shoulder blade and another paw clawing down her right arm, marking the wolf. Upon her neck was the mark of the King. Normally it would just be the markings of her race, but the collar changed some of the marks, binding her to him. The markings were subtle, a few shades darker that blended in with her pale skin.

These changes were unknown to Scynthrina though, as the focus was on him now, letting herself be in the moment. There was a moment when her body trembled and jerked to his fingers, whimpering into the kiss when she couldn't hold back any longer, however, the kiss was never broken. One of her hands had found its way between their bodies, seeking for something to hold onto and soon found the smooth hardness that had pierced her earlier. Her delicate fingers did not grip him though, instead they were hesitant and lightly caressing along the length, teasing the twitching member.

His fingers never stopped after her orgasm, keeping her on edge for more, breaking her down even further to his desire. After breaking the kiss, there was a need she couldn't understand, a need she's never truly felt before, and without thinking she began to ask through little whimpers.

"Please......I...I..."

The words fell silent, unsure of what was wanted. In her mind slaves don't have wants and desires, he was creating a desire that she didn't know how to ask for. After realizing she spoke, she shook her head as if reminding herself that she is just a slave. A street rat.

"I....can't...want...I...I...am a...rat..."

This time her voice was just a whisper, trying to fight it as she shook her head again. While closing her eyes, followed by silent tears of surrender. It wasn't long before she cried out, jerking her hips towards the fingers inside her, coating his hand with her juices as she came hard.

 

[Anthropologist]

Of course he noticed the change in her, the way her hips pushed towards his fingers, the way her breath scorched into his mouth. But it was more than that. Where his skin touched hers there was a tingling, a warmth, nay, a heat, as if she was burning up. His eyes were closed as he savored the kiss, but he sensed, even behind his eyelids, that she was transforming. He opened his eyes and drew back from the kiss a little to see the wings adorn her skin in a creeping growing pattern, as if she was a chameleon growing to a new environment.

He had never been scared of magic, as a beast himself, and a royal beast at that, he knew that it was controllable, and to the beasts, it's power, and indeed, it's limits were well known. No, it was the Folk and their ilk, the Elves and the Worf and any of the others that walked on two legs and had hairless bodies, it was them that feared magic, that tinkered with it, that tried to use it as a weapon, or as a means of seduction. And now, this gamin, this siren, was showing the signs of being one who not only practiced the arts, but had them dwell within her. It was unheard of, she was one of the hairless ones, extraordinarily attractive hairless one it had to be said, but she was not of beast, and yet.......and yet. He ........he must go to the pack and tell them of her, soon, maybe tomorrow, it would do him good to run on four legs on such a journey, a day each way, a day for council.

Whilst his mind whirled with these new possibilities, he felt her body press against him, he heard her words, again she was protesting her own worth, denying what so obviously her body wanted, demanded. The evidence of her readiness dripped from his fingers. He swung his leg across her and planted his hands either side of her shoulders, raising his body above her and looking down into a face that was becoming more strikingly beautiful with every moment, as the swirls and patterns etched themselves across her and the skin itself took on a golden hue.

His rod is poised to plunge again, the head nuzzling the soft wet folds. he looks in her eyes "tell me you don't want me and I will walk from this chamber this instant, say nothing and you will be mine for ever" he waited, watching her trembling lips............

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina could feel power surging through her, a power that is not understood, something that has been hidden from her, magic that has never been used before. It felt like she was burning up on the inside, a need so great that she was aching to feel him inside. His words stunned her for a moment, .....you will be mine for ever. There was no question that she already belonged to him, she could feel the bond from the collar, feel it's own power coursing through her along with her own power.

No, there were no more questions that she was his now. Even if she denied him in this moment, she'll still be bound to him through the collar. Some of her questions have been answered, the collar had chosen her, it was the collar that led her down that pathway. It wanted her to find it, almost like it knew she is what the King needed. What he has been searching for all these years. The reasons were still unknown to her, the royal life and magic use was unknown to her. So why her? Why now?

It didn't matter how she saw herself anymore, her King obviously saw something in her, and despite the situation that brought them together, he wanted her still. For the first time in her life, there was a choice to be made, by her and her alone. Naturally Scynthrina didn't know what any of it meant, is this the first choice of many? The last choice she'll ever have again?

Her King was waiting, her silence most likely had already given the answer as the thoughts swam all over the place.

The request was not to speak if she chose to be with him, yet she had so many questions. And even more fears of when she's left alone, with out him there to protect her. No, she couldn't speak.... it was part of the request, the unspoken answer. Scynthrina knew one thing for sure, she got a taste of that hidden passion he had and she wanted more. She reached up to him and brought those warm lips down her own burning lips, needing to feel that kiss once more. Letting her legs wrap around his waist, only to feel that smooth hardness pierce again, sliding in deeper, filling and stretching the burning walls.

Giving confirmation to the unspoken answer.

 

[Anthropologist]

He watches her lips quiver, as if she wants to say something but just can't get them to move. He knows she wants him, she must. After 200 years of experiencing the waves of self inflicted orgasm wash over her, he knows she is ready for the tsunami only a man can bring to her.

He waits a moment or two, then decides to end any chance of further conversation by sealing her lips with his. He is not prepared for what her kiss now brings. The contact with her lips brings a sensation he has never experienced before, an electricity, a jolt that echoes down through the entirety of his being. She felt it to, or at least he thinks she did, as a groan escapes her and she arches her hips towards him, her flower engaging his cock. He needs no further invitation and he eases his hips down, sliding his full length into her. The moment is, for him, one of pure ecstasy and he is immediately lost in her. the world could end at this moment, and he would care less, even if he noticed.

He slides his hands under her shoulders and hugs her to him and feels her legs entwine around his lower back. He has an overwhelming urge to have as much of her touching him as is possible, almost as if he wishes both their bodies to merge into one. He moves his hips in long rhythmic thrusts, each one sending a ripple of delight along his cock, and with each thrust he can feel the tightness of her channel, the warmth and wetness of her. She quickly picks up his rhythm and arches her pelvis in time with his thrusts, her legs clamping briefly at the deepest point as she hugs him tightly. He senses the collar and breaks the kiss, pulling his head up to until he can see it. It is throbbing, hot, a coruscating green glow seemingly waxing and waning in keeping with the rhythm of their lovemaking. In all the years he has had it, he has never seen such a thing.

He is a little taken aback, for just a moment he is distracted from the task at hand. it seems.......no, it's not possible........but it seems as if the collar is somehow directing the act, guiding them, driving them towards each other, pushing them towards a union that neither of them fully understand. He returns to the kiss, his mind now completely back in the moment, as he feels his orgasm building, like so many times before, but different to every time before, this one is powerful, this one is engulfing him and he seems to have surrendered something of himself........to her?........

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina did not know how to deal with these feelings that ran wild, if it was love, there was a need for more. If it was not love, and just her Master claiming what is his, again, she wanted more. The emotions he broke open came flooding through her, somehow he had torn down the main wall that she hid behind. There was no notice of when it happened, or even how he did it, but her Master did and she allowed him to claim what is rightfully his.

She was silently crying with no real reason, the overwhelming flood of emotions that crashed into her world were so mixed, all she could do was cry. Innocence, mingled with desire. Trust, mingled with fear. Comfort, mingled with passion. Her kisses were begging, wanting, desiring for more when he envelopes her in his arms, holding her tightly.

Their bodies were caressing each others heated flesh, with a desire that neither one could understand, nor did they care in this very moment. Their hips gyrating together as one, two hearts pounding together, the rhythms quickening in a frenzy for release. Both yielding into the passion for each other, leaving the world around them behind.

Scynthrina felt vulnerable and weak as he kept crashing into her emotions, digging deeper to claim more of her. Within moments, she couldn't hold back any longer and tighten her body all around his. Holding onto him tightly within her arms, afraid to let him go, breaking the kiss and tilting her head back she screamed out, releasing a built up orgasm.

Her legs gripped onto his hips while her body quakes beneath him, nails raked into his back as she soars the overwhelming sensation.

 

[Anthropologist]

He could feel her orgasm building, how could he not. Her body contorted so, that he feared she may do herself harm, or worse, do him harm. Her legs clung to him so tightly he knew there would be bruises to show where her heels burrowed into his flesh, and her arms threatened to squeeze the last breath from him as her nails raked his back. She threw her head back, arching her back and pushing her mound into his manhood. And through all this, the collar glowed, throbbed, and when she screamed it pulsed with a green glow that threatened to blind him.

When she came, he surrendered, and came too. Like never before, and he feared, maybe like never again. She had, he thought ruefully, spoiled him for every other woman, none could ever make him feel as he felt now. His own orgasm was more powerful and longer than he had ever experienced, and he felt a swelling of arrogant pride that he was giving her his very best. As his explosion reached it's zenith, so did her rapture, and together they descended slowly, breathlessly to a sense of almost normality, as the collar cooled and the green glow faded.

She still clung to him, perhaps even more so than previously, and he wondered if she would be able to release him. She buried her head in his shoulder and he could feel her sobbing, gulping breath as her tears dampened his skin. He sighed, he would never understand women. He slid his hand under her chin and gently eased her head away from him. Her jade eyes were sparkling with tears, her skin flushed, although the golden hue and intricate patterns remained. He kissed her cheek, tasting the salt and she turned slightly so that the next kiss fell upon her lips, just as another sob passed them.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina couldn't let go in that moment, it took several moments for her to calm down enough to just stop crying. The kiss of her Master had made the crying slow down, though she still didn't let him go right away. There was fear that if she lets go, those threats that man made would come true, if she lets go. There was no doubt that he could see refreshed fear, mixed with other emotions swimming in her eyes.

"I'm.... I apologize Master, I didn't mean to cry... I just feel..."

What did she feel? Happy? Sorrow? More fear than anything else? No... None of those really fit how she felt in this moment. After 200 years of keeping emotions bottled up, only to have one simple action make that bottle break, there were no real words to describe how she felt.

"I just never felt so much all at once. Every thing I have ever felt crashed into me...I really do apologize Master."

Very reluctantly, she released her tight hold onto her Master, giving him the choice to move if he wanted to. Though, she hoped that he wouldn't move, wanting to keep him as close as possible. The pounding of her own heart echoed in her ears as she debated on telling him her fears. Wondering if he'll believe her now, or just how would he feel about her being afraid of his friends?

"Master...."

She spoke quietly and with some hesitation, unsure of what exactly it was she wanted to say, or how to ask.

"I'm afraid to be left alone Master. I've never really been left alone like I have been since being here.... And....and.... Some people scare me here. Master..."

There were many people here than knew she was here, any chance he had at keeping her a secret was long gone. Far too many maids, the guards, pages, Lorec, that man with the claws.... Far to many people. Even Lorec and The Eunuch leave her alone (which she knew was highly unlikely), the maids and guards will always find a reason to bother her. She almost asked for another belt, at this point she was unsure if that would be enough. The threats were haunting her at this point.

"I'm just afraid of what people will do to me now Master....I belong to you, not them..."

With that, she turned her face away not wanting to see any disappointment in his eyes, not wanting to see of him thinking she wasn't truthful about her fear. Even slightly afraid he'll scold her of this unbelievable fear of hers.

 

[Anthropologist]

He disentangled himself from her just enough so that he could look into her eyes without breaking his neck. He smiled and brushed her hair, damp with the sweat generated by their lovemaking and then his fingers gently traced along the patterns emanating from her eyes. He sighed, for he knew part of what he was about to tell her would disappoint her and add to her fear.

"Little thief", he began "it is clear that you are no street rat, it is clear that you are not of the folk" and he touched the patterning again, he fancied that he could feel a change in the texture of her skin where the dark stain existed, a resistance, as if tiny scales overlay her skin. "you have told me of your origins, of the race of nobility from which you come, and I have no reason to disbelieve you. But your kind has not existed for so long, has not been a part of our world, either folk or beast, for such an eternity, that your very presence changes more than you can imagine"

"I am, I must admit, somewhat at a loss of how to proceed from here, certainly, I wish to keep you close to me, certainly, I wish you to be part of my court, but I must tread carefully, others will not be so enthusiastic to embrace you" and he smiled "at least embrace in the metaphorical sense, I am sure that they all wish to embrace you physically" Then he turned serious again "so, for now, for a few days at least, you must remain my slave" She begins to protest and he lays a finger against her lips.

"It is said, my little thief, that the best way to keep a secret is to lay it out in the open. Many know you are here, many know you are different, but none but me know your true heritage. If you are, by appearance, nothing more to me than you have oft claimed, nothing more than a street rat, albeit a comely one, then the schemers and the gossip mongers will have nothing but that to feast upon, but if I were to treat you differently than just another pretty thing that has taken my fancy for a fleeting moment, then certainly the tongues will be working hard"

This brings him to the moment that he knows will disappoint her, the moment that will churn her stomach, and no doubt result in more tears "All that has happened between us has given me much thought, and, it must be said, confusion. In many ways, I am as lost as you, as much a stranger here as you are. I have little choice but to seek the counsel of my pack, and that means I must travel far, and I will be gone three days. You must remain here, you must remain as my slave, my concubine. You will be safe, I will charge The Eunuch and Lorec with that task, but I cannot promise that they will go gently with you" He placed his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face to him "I wish there was another way" but the sight of tears welling in her eyes almost overwhelmed him, he clutched her head to his shoulders, lest she should see the emotion in his eyes. His manhood, still enveloped by her flesh, begun to harden anew as she wrapped her arms around him.

 

[katalynn]

The tears do slip free at the things he has said, however she doesn't full out cry over it. She does understand everything, it may not be liked, but it is understood. Scynthrina thought about the belt again, in all out honesty she didn't know if the belt would stop anything from happening, and knew that it would drive her insane. The thought of it made her feel a little safer for the time being.

"I am not safe with them. But, I do understand Master."

There really was no more she can say, they will do as please and everyone knew it. Even her Master had said as much. She knew what those three days are going to be like, the extent of what will happen is unknown, though if his threats were any indication. Scynthrina could feel his fingers tracing her face, it felt like he was tracing something, what it was, she didn't know. Yet, she didn't mind to much either, it just felt good to have her Master touching her.

"What do you mean my true heritage? The other Master never talked about my race, or where I came from"

Feeling him get hard again didn't go unnoticed, it did feel strange at first, the twitching and throbbing of the growing member. It made her shiver slightly when her body began to react towards it. Wrapped her leg tighter around him, bringing her hips closer to his, squeezing herself around the hardness. Without really thinking about it, she lifted her head from his shoulder and began to kiss softly at his neck.

Letting her finger nails caress along his back and down the spine as much as she can reach. It appeared that he was enjoying the sudden attention, her soft lips and hot breath along the length of his neck, reaching up to the ear. Scynthrina wasn't sure of what she was doing, yet it felt natural and his response only encouraged her to continue. Within seconds, the earlobe slipped between those soft lips, and her tongue began to tease his ear.

"I want another belt Master. I promise to leave it alone if you put it one me."

It was a whispered request and the teasing of her mouth never hesitated along the ear and neck.

 

[Anthropologist]

He was glad that she took his announcement with such equanimity. She must be stronger than he thought, either that or better at hiding her fear than he had given her credit for. He heard her request to refit the belt but he didn't immediately acknowledge it. The request surprised him, he thought that she had found wearing it distressing, but when he thought about it, the request also aroused him, well, aroused him more than he already was. His mind immediately went back to when he found her in the cell, sitting cross legged on the floor, hacking away at the leather with the dagger. Her labia had bulged either side of the chain and he could see where it was rubbing against her clitoris. She was very aroused by it as evidenced by the amount of her juices that were virtually dripping from her.

The belt might protect her, but the constant arousal, for three days, would have every male, and quite a few females, within the walls of the castle clawing at her door. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps her request was partly for that exact reason, that she was so desperate for stimulation, that she would suffer the belt to experience it. He was inclined to refuse her request but he felt some sympathy for her, and that sympathy was growing as they started to grind together and build towards another bout of lovemaking. He knew what the answer was, she needed to wear the belt, but she also needed someone trustworthy to hold the key for her should she need it, and certainly not Lorec or the Eunuch.

He started to move his hips in gentle thrusts, feeling her react to him, something new, she had learned to manipulate the muscles within her to grasp and hold his cock, and it was causing him to think of little else. But he had to solve the belt thing, and suddenly, he grinned as the solution presented itself. Lavissa the whore, the most skilled whore in the Parish. A frequent visitor to his bed, but a pragmatic woman, knowing she could never be accepted in court, she devoted herself to meeting his more physical needs, and he rewarded her accordingly. He would appoint her as chamber maid, and instruct her to never leave the girl's side, and give her the key to keep. Problem solved, he returned to lovemaking.

This time around, there wasn't the urgency of the earlier storm, but the sensations are powerful all the same, her claiming of him with both arms and legs just as intent, as if she fears he will vanish if she lets go, only more so now, as her body seems to have captured his cock, and is unwilling to release it. He turns his head, causing her, to some disappointment on his part, to stop nibbling his ear. He looks in her eyes "ok little little thief, you shall have your belt"

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina was conflicted between the pleasures of the moment and returning to the things he had said. One of the things that kept poking around was But your kind has not existed for so long, has not been a part of our world, When she heard that at first, it hadn't fully registered on what it meant. Now though, it was kicking in , it was lingering in the back burner. Something to dwell over later along with a few other things he had spoken. but none but me know your true heritage, the race of nobility This was still an unanswered question, one that confused her the most.

Just like her name, the only way she remembered what the race was called by the simple fact that she held onto it. Everything else, well, it was stolen from her. True heritage? What did he mean by that? Being a kid at the time, she didn't get a chance to learn her history. Yet, this Master knows of her, knows her truth and like the former Master, he remains to keep it hidden from her. Part of her sank to realize that, wondering if she will ever know. All the memories were long distant childhood dreams playing in the wild, nothing more than that, even those are barely hanging on by a thread. And as always, there are people that know more about her than she does.

Then of course, the one simple line did not go unnoticed at all, at a loss of how to proceed from here. She was just a slave, nothing more, what is there to proceed with? It was all so confusing, 200 years of being the dark only to find that her King knows how to bring truth to that darkness. Scynthrina didn't know what to do, it wasn't in her nature to keep pushing for answers, yet there these are questions about her, the real her, not the street rat she was raised to be. How can she not want answers?

Once more, she tried hard to put these thoughts on the back burner, still lingering but not worth dwelling over in this moment. The pleasure she was feeling right now was taking over, feeling the heat inside rise with each thrust of his hips. Bringing her full attention to him and him only, savoring this moment of peace without the fear or overwhelming crash of emotions for a change.

It was then he pulled her face away from the attention she was providing, with a little whimper of not wanting to stop her teasing. He looked deeply into her eyes before he spoke, agreeing to get another belt put on. This made her smile, hiding any other thought of fear that hid in the back ground.

"Thank you Master."

Scynthrina was getting more aroused by the second, even the thoughts of the belt and how it felt digging into her came back. The sensation of it rubbing against her eager clit came back to the present. Oddly enough the sensation of The Eunuch clawing came with it, still fresh her thoughts. All the sudden she needed to feel those claws tracing over her naked flesh, knowing it would be a strange request if she asked her Master. It might even make him wonder at such an odd request, but it was a chance, the more she thought about those claws, the more it was a craving that can no longer be denied. The Eunuch made it a need for her, something that she actually enjoyed, something she can not get enough of. She needed to feel her Master instead of The Eunuch, replacing the face to the sensation.

She managed to roll her Master onto his back, slowly so he would remain deep inside her hungry sex. While she straddled on top of her Master, laying across his chest to kiss him just before kissing her way back to the ear she was teasing.

"Master....I....I wish to feel your wolf claws....I ..I need to feel my Master claw me....Please...Master..."

Her hips were moving against his as she pleaded to feel those claws of his, while her tongue and lips went back to teasing his ear, kissing along his neck.

"Please Master...."

 

[Anthropologist]

Her request surprised him, astonished him really, it was so unexpected. No other woman had ever asked such a thing, but then, no other woman knew what he was, although he suspected the whore Lavissa had an inkling. He looked up at her, perched upon his manhood, her small but perfect tits now highlighted by the patters on her skin swirling around them then leading like a trail down to her small but perfect vagina, like nothing he had seen before.

"You know not what you ask little thief, it is not possible for the man to have the claws, for I can be only man or beast, not something in between" He watches her eyes, expecting what, expecting disgust when she imagined the beast below her, and not the man, expecting fear that he might suddenly transform into the beast below her. But their is neither, neither fear, or disgust, only..........only......desire. She bends down and he can feel her breasts mash against his chest, feel the hard buds of her nipples press into his flesh. "I know" she whispers into his ear.

He pushes her back up, staring into her face "you know?........do you know that I will take on the beasts form in all ways, that certain things will be of the beast and not of man, it will be a test for both of us" She says nothing for a moment, just rocks back and forth on his turgid member, eyes closed, face turned upwards. She rocks again, and a small shiver seems to travel up her body. "do it" she says quietly, but her voice has a tone of demand to it. He reaches both hands up placing his palms against the collar, which immediately glows and becomes hot.

He hates the transition, every fibre of him suffers pain throughout it. He can feel the fur erupting from his skin, the claws emerging from his fingertips. He can feel the bones and muscles stretching and straining to become something else, he can feel the bones in his face crack and contort into his snout, and now, something else, something he has never experienced before, as he has never transitioned before during love making, or even while erect. He feels his cock grow inside her, stretching her, bulging with the knot and suddenly he has a thought that the have done wrong, that he might harm her.

He tries to focus on her face, she seems a long way away and swimming in a red haze, but slowly his focus and his eyesight return, different than when he is a man, more peripheral, sharper, but the colours somewhat dulled. He sees her face, eyes still closed, still upturned, but her mouth is open, she gasps softly, and then rocks on him again. She collapses down on him, all the better to take him now that all the angles have changed and again he feels her warmth pressing against his chest, and she feels the wonderful sensation of his coarse fur rasping against her nipples. He wraps his forelimbs around her.........you wanted claws, he thinks, then claws you shall have.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina was in her own world, just him and her with nothing else in the way. She had cried her emotions out, there were no more tears to shed. The energy she had was just pouring out of her as her need and desires grew more intense. The questions and concerns he had did not phase her, the collar had already told her as much and she still didn't care. The need to feel her Masters claws was to great, knowing they would be different than the nails of The Eunuch, she needed that difference before he haunted her too much. This was more of a need rather than a want for her, a need that will give her focus towards her Master when he gets a hold of her. A place to hide when the time came.

The changes beneath her were incredible, though she could feel his pain through the bond, she did her best to make this time somewhat pleasurable. Whimpers and moans escaped as he grew bigger and deeper inside of her, at first it almost seemed as if it was too much, unsure of how to handle it. Wanting to stay up and be presentable to her Master, it was impossible in that moment, to much to handle, and it forced her down to lay against him once more.

"mmmmm yesssss Master..... thissss is what I need....to feel every part of you.....Master..."

Scynthrina moaned deeply at the sensation the fur brought, remembering how it felt when she rode on his back, the way it teases her flesh and forces her nipples to react. It was difficult to believe he was willing to do this for her, but it did make her happy that he did. If she was to be apart of his life, however it ended up, this was something that was needed. To be apart of him in every aspect, man or beast, needed to know both sides of him. And it was far more intense than she could ever imagine, knowing and feeling it all. How can she be disgusted? It was her Master, her King, no matter if he is man or beast, he was still her Master.

She buried her face into his neck, tilting her head forward once he wrapped his arms around her, indicating that she was ready. It started out slow, at the nape of her neck then trailing down her spine lightly at first, forcing her arch her back following where the claws trail. He got about half way down her back before she completely surrendered to him into an uncontrolled orgasm.

 

[Anthropologist]

As much as he desired her, as much as he loved the sensation of himself inside her and her naked flesh pressed against his fur, this was no way for a beast to fuck. She wanted to feel his claws, but his limbs wouldn't do what he needed them to do to oblige her. She wanted to rock on his loins, but now that he was transformed, his pelvis was behind her, and she was rocking on his soft belly, and causing him not a little discomfort. He had barely touched her back and she had spasmed in an orgasm that had caused her to writhe on him in such a way that he feared for his internal organs.Worse, his knot was growing and soon he would be stuck in this position.

He pushed her sideways and as she slid off of him he withdrew from her. She made an anguished little cry as if she had lost something precious, and she scrabbled to regain contact with him. But he slid from her grasp and pawed at her hip as he got to his feet, looming above her. She looked back at him and it dawned on her what he was trying to do.......how could it not, it seems they were somehow connected, of the same mind. She smiled, and for the first time he saw something in that smile he had been seeking, something he was so glad to see, he saw mischief, he saw lust.

She rolled onto her belly then pushed herself up to her knees and hands. He positioned himself behind her and pushed up with his rear legs, planting his front paws squarely between her shoulders, he shuffled forward and his cock slid into her like a rabbit returning to a favourite burrow. She moaned and pushed back at him as he buried his full length into her welcoming warmth. He rested one elbow, if that's what it could be called, on her shoulder and then raked the other paw down her flank, feeling it trace the corrugations of her ribs.

He repeated that time and again, alternating sides each few strokes, and every time his claws scraped her skin she made a little mewing noise and pushed onto him, so that they formed something of a rhythm with the movements. "more, harder" she gasped at one moment and he pushed his claws into her flesh as he dragged them down, and thin red welts appeared where they had travelled. He was humping her savagely now, but the length of his strokes was hampered by his swelling knot, locking them together. He could feel his own orgasm building and hoped she had another one in her. He lowered his snout to her shoulder, nipping her soft flesh in the curve between shoulder and throat.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina was still riding the tail end the orgasm when he had her get off of him, the sudden change of position and the emptiness that followed it caused her to growl a little. It was unintentional, and it did surprise even her a little at how badly she needed him in this moment. She followed him as he moved around to get into a better position for himself, though she did try to paw at him to come back, it was quickly noted what he had in mind.

Soon she got herself into the position he was after, followed by him filling her just as quickly after he had seen that smile that was given to him. There was mischief in that look, something she's never been able to express before, now that she has gotten a taste of what it's like, she wants more. Unable to get enough, having no idea how often she'll get to play with the beast, but she knows this isn't going to be the last time.

When he started moving deeply into her and clawing her deeply enough to where the burn streaked their trails down her flesh, it didn't take much for her to burst into a screaming orgasm. Feeling her juices flow all around the pounding hardness, the slapping of the scrotum against her clit kept her cumming hard, harder than she's ever came before. Falling down to her elbows, raising her hips higher to him, meeting every thrust as the lustful screams fill the room around them.

 

[Anthropologist]

His own orgasm was as powerful as his first with her, only this time, he came as the beast. The duration was shorter, but the volume greater, and he howled as he emptied himself into her. There would be no swift withdrawal, his knot would see to that. Although he had never had sex with a woman as the beast before, he knew what to expect, he considered transforming back immediately but he felt disinclined too, as it was the beast she had requested, no, demanded, and it was the beast he would remain for as long as she wanted. He slowly collapse onto his flank, and she rolled with him, pushing back against his lean body while he nuzzled her neck and ear.

A few minutes passed and he had relaxed enough to withdraw. he pushed himself away from her and stood, stretching. She rolled onto her belly, folding her arms beneath her head and emitting a low soft moan, as content as a female slave could be. He looked down on her, at the flawless skin of her back, the perfect curves of her ass. He lowered his head and licked along her spine, between her shoulder blades. "oh" she exclaimed gently, as his rough tongue raised goosebumps on her flesh. She turned her head and smiled at him "you are more than just claws, it seems"

He liked that she enjoyed the touch of his tongue, so he licked her again. She turned her head back and buried her face in her forearms "mmm, keep going" she whispered, almost to herself, still unsure if one should make such demands on a king. He heard her, of course, in the form of a beast, he could hear a twig snap at 500 metres. And his hearing wasn't the only sense that was enhanced in his current form, her scent was overwhelming him.

He licked again, and again, each time moving a little lower down her spine. She started to move a little with each lick, her bum would wriggle from side to side, her legs parting, just a fraction, so that by the time he reached the swell of her buttocks she was shivering, constantly moving and moaning. He tentatively licked along her crack, and she responded by pushing her hips up and spreading her legs open. She obviously liked it, and he liked giving her pleasure, so he started to seriously lap and lick at her most private place, teasing the tight bud and arousing her further. She pushed her hips up into his snout as he lapped and she begged him to take her.

Of course he would, it was a prize he desired, but he knew that the beast would surely damage her. He licked her in one continuous stroke from her anus to the nape of her neck, then whispered in her ear' I will take you there, little thief, with pleasure, but I fear the beast will cause you some distress, it must be the man who takes you so"

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina was begging for him to take her, without any rational thought to such a thing. She was lost into a cloud of pure lust. All she knew is that she simply wanted.... no, make that needed, more. It was her King, Master that she wanted, to give him everything she had to offer. If it wasn't her Master claiming her first, The Eunuch would and that is something a slave learns early, the Master gets to be the first to claim, no one else.

However, these thoughts were not the thoughts that were driving her in this moment. The constant stimulation is what drove into her need. The way his long tongue teased and toyed with her flesh, trailing down to the tight entrance, the last place she had left to offer. It was her body that moved on its own, raising her hips and spreading apart her legs for him, exposing herself to him. Her mind was no longer in control of the situation, taking a moment to fully put his words together.

It took her back once she realized what was being said; in that moment it had hit her on what she was begging for. That surprised her as well, the fact that she had been begging for things in the first place. Almost instantly, she became unsure of herself, it didn’t show in the body language though, it was all silent, trying to process her own actions. It hadn’t occurred to her that he had been pleased with her begging, with her wanting things; those thoughts were not there, not yet. Let alone giving her another choice, letting her chose how he should take her last virginity.

She was caught between the lust and confusion of her actions, his constant stimulation was distracting and making it difficult to focus on any rational answer. It felt distant, her mind and body, she could feel her body writhe with great need underneath him, his fur tickling her back as she moved. The heat of his breath at her ear and neck drove her insane. The thoughts she just had all vanished back into that cloud, the raw desire simply consumed the rational side once more. Scynthrina trusted her Master, trusted him far more than anyone else in this place, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her in a bad way.

“The…. The Man…..Master… I’m scared….Master….”
It was no lie, the thought of something so big in such a tight hole brought on some fear, suddenly remembering the finger that teased her, it hurt as he pushed it in and that was small. There was no doubt on how big her Master is, felt his size down her throat, between her legs deep inside, even seen how big he is.

Still, her body didn’t show the fear, if nothing else, it was encouraging him as she felt him get hard once more, grinding her hips against him. She acted as if she was in heat and couldn’t get enough, just wanting to feel him inside intensified her lustful energies.

“Please Master….. I need more…Master.”

 

[Anthropologist]

He sensed her confusion and in some way it pleased him. If she was confused, it hindered her ability to make decisions, her ability to express her will. It put the decision making back on him, and, in his world, that's how it should be. Wasn't he a man and more, wasn't he a king, and a beast, the pinnacle alpha male. It should be him making the decisions, it should be him taking control. Somehow, in the preceding moments he had surrendered some of that dominance to her, had succumbed to her feminine wiles. The balance of power was about to shift back very much in his favour.

He had not, in the past, been overly bothered with the act of anal sex. he knew that Lorec was seemingly obsessed by it, but he was a small man in both staure and appendage, and quite frankly, in the way he treated the people around him. Some said that taking a woman in that way was the ultimate act of domination, whether she liked it or not, a symbol of his ownership of her. maybe that was true, and the reason that he didn't feel the need to partake was simply that he quite confidently knew that he owned every woman in the kingdom, and poor Lorec, who people respected to his favce, but derided him away from it, needed the reassurance of his status, buy "owning" the whores who were unlucky enogh to share his bed.

But now, with her, he felt the urge to complete the trifecta, her mouth, her cunt, and now her ass. He could still feel her wriggling beneath him, "presenting" herself by pushing her buttocks against his loins and her movements seemed to be gathering urgency. He slid down and lapped at her ass, depositing as much saliva as he could on and around the musky bud, then shuffled his way along her until his cock, hard and unsheathed, was poised at the entrance. He laid his paws alongside the collar, and it began.

He had not, for many years, undertaken the transformation twice in such a short period of time. It was true that it took a physical toll on him, the pain, the stretching of muscle and the cracking of bones, but he was strong and could usually conceal the effects from those around him, although it often left him with a feeling of melancholy he found difficult to shake for a day or so. This little wench had already caused him to partake in more physical activity than he was accustomed too, she had caused him to transform not once, but twice, and she was still making demands, if not verbally, certainly by the hungry movements of her lithe and irresistible body.

As he transformed he had the presence of mind to push his hips forward and his penetration of her began as beast and was complete as man. It wasn't quite that easy. Although she was a willing participant in the act, her muscles resisted the imposition of such a mighty sword into a place that was clearly not designed to accept it. They persevered, and between him pushing down and her pushing back, he was soon buried to the hilt, his hairy balls pressing against her still swollen labia. He paused, now a man again, though a weary and sore man, and he slid his hands beneath her, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples with his thumbs.

He raised his hips and she tried to follow with hers, instinctively wanting to keep him inside her, but he managed to create some distance between them before plunging deep into her in a savage thrust. She cried out with the pain, but it was pain she craved, pain that would culminate in pleasure. He rose and plunged again, as brutally as he could, grunting with the effort. The savagery of his motions reasserting his dominance, and she surrendered willingly, finding at last the master she yearned for.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina was shaking and crying out from so much pain, it hurt far more than she could ever imagine. No matter how hard she tried to relax, it was of no use, the pain took control and her body did it’s best to reject the invasion. Even the markings on her body began to produce a reddish glow, in attempts to make her body too hot for him to handle, though it did not work against her Master. If nothing else it seemed to have made him become more savage from the heat.

Once he was fully inside, it was too much for her and she wanted to beg him to stop. She knew she couldn’t though, her only choice was to submit and allow him to claim her. Her whole body shook from the shock, unable to breath for the longest time, hands balled into very tight fists along with the tension of the rest of her body. The savage thrusting was causing her blinding pain; she was in no way ready for such intensity. Deep down she was glad that it was her Master and not the other men, at the same time; she didn’t like it at all either. Silently hoping that he doesn’t want to do this to her too often.

It felt like an eternity before any kind of pleasure took place, even with that, there was still a great amount of pain mixed with it. In the end it became far too much for her, unable to take anymore as the tears streamed from her eyes, she screamed out finally from both pain and pleasure. Finally letting out the breath that she was holding onto, sending her mind and body into the deep darkness of no return. She tried to stay with him, wanting to feel his hot seed flood into her, but it was just impossible; it was too much of a shock to her system.

 

[Anthropologist]

He gives her little regard as he pounds into her. He can hear her screams, feel her writhing, but something in him has triggered an emotion beyond lust, beyond desire o a place where total domination is the only measure of satisfaction, and domination will not be complete until he has polluted her body with his seed. He is close, very close, he can feel the storm brewing in his loins, feel the familiar sensations of impending orgasm, but they seem more intense, more urgent than he is used to.

Just as the seminal fluids course through him and explode into her, he feels a change in her, not just her, but in their connection. The electricity seems to fade, as do the patterns on her body, the collar seems to lose it's intensity and where her skin touches his, the arousing tingle that was so prevalent previously is now absent. As his cock drains into her, he realises that she has slipped into a state near unconsciousness, if indeed, she is conscious at all. He is at once disappointed and mortified, and then awash with concern for her, concern that he may have damaged her, or worse, damaged their blossoming relationship beyond redemption.

Where before he sensed her confusion, now he was beset with the same. Should he disengage from her, leave her to recover, comfort her or take advantage of her current state and explore her body further. He dismisses the last thought as soon as it surfaces, and curses himself for entertaining it, even briefly. He slides from her, his still semi hard cock slipping from the tight orifice and he lays alongside her. After a few moments of contemplation, he rolls her towards him, casting his arms around her and spooning her. He kisses her salt stained cheeks and brushes her hair from her eyes.

"Come back to me little thief " he whispers, certain she cannot hear him "I feel our journey has only just begun"

 

[katalynn]

It took sometime before she started to feel the real world around her again. The pain of what happened shot through her, making her curl up as much as she could with a whimper. Another moment before she felt the arm around her, a warm body next to her own. Soon to follow was the shivering while she came down from it all. Her jaw chattered uncontrolled, though she did try to keep it still, her skin broke out in cold goose bumps.

And yet none of that mattered to her, it was sudden realization that she had disappointed her Master that mattered. It made her heart sank and she felt sick with the thought of displeasing him in anyway. Her own comforts did not come first, his did.

“I’m sorry Master…. I should have tried harder.... I did not mean to disappoint you Master…. I will do better next time… Please don’t punish me Master…. I promise to do better….”

Scynthrina knew she had failed him by not staying with him and pushing through the pain, unable to comprehend that it wasn’t her fault that her body went into shock. She couldn’t see past the disappointment of blacking out before he was done with her. After all, she was just a slave, a slave that is meant to please the Master that owns her; no matter how he is using her, she is there simply for his pleasure.

Though she did not cry anymore, the fear was still clear as she hid her face away from him in shame, not wanting to see the disappointed or perhaps even angered look in his eyes. It honestly hasn’t hit her that he wasn’t angry or disappointed in anyway, that he was being comforting instead of scolding her over actions she couldn’t control. It seemed as if she was punishing herself more than anything else, not truly seeing the actual situation before her.

“I did not mean to fail you Master…. I wish to please you, not disappoint you Master…”

 

[Anthropologist]

He did not respond to her murmurings. He was well aware that her apologies and her pleadings were a reflection of her self esteem, and that she was seeking some affirmation from him that she had not failed him, had not disappointed him. He was aware that, whilst he comforted her with his arms, she needed, probably more so, the comfort of his words. But he didn't respond.

Partly, his lack of response was because he was still feeling the urges to demonstrate his dominance of her, and to immediately start countering her might dilute his position in what was becoming an increasingly complex relationship. Partly, his lack of response was driven by a small part of his mind that had lingering distrust of her. She had, after all, stolen from him, she had run from him, attempted to evade him. She had concealed from him, knowingly or otherwise, her true identity. He was fearful, no, he feared nothing, he was.....cautious, of what she was and what she might do to his kingdom and his rule when the truth about her was revealed, and, for his part, he had little inkling of what that truth entailed. That was why it was so important that he visited the pack.

He suspected, although he felt guilty doing so, that her implorations were a ruse, an artifice designed to elicit sympathy from him and manipulate him into a conversation about them, which may lead to him making promises or commitments to her that he was far from certain should be made. No, in this case, silence was by far the best policy.

He did however, despite his continual second guessing of her motivations, feel some sympathy for her, along with some guilt that he had caused her distress, and he did have a considerable urge to comfort her and have her forgive him. So he pulled her closer, stroked her hair, and made soothing noises, and, whilst he did not intend to keep her in his chambers all night, it was in this fashion that he drifted into sleep.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina couldn’t sleep for many reasons. The biggest reason being, ever since she began to feel this power coursing through her veins, she has been more mentally connected to her Master. Not to the point of being able to read his thoughts, just more in tuned with his emotional state, sensing how he feels towards her. Part of her didn’t know why, the other part just assumed it was because of the collar binding itself to her energy. She did know one thing though, he wasn’t in tuned with her, and she could feel it in every fiber of her being, making her realize that this was one way deal for her. Which was fine on some level, but the other level made it more difficult for her.

He didn’t trust her, she knew most reasons, but it was clear that he was keeping other reasons from her. At this point she honestly didn’t know if she could trust him either. It was like he couldn’t make up his mind with her and that in itself scared her, one moment he is nice and giving her choices, letting her do things a slave should not be doing, then turns around and takes it away from her, taking complete control. The sheer pain in her ass was more than proof of that, he gave her the choice in hopes he would be careful, only to rip that hope away. She almost wondered if she was better off with the other men, least the Eunuch seems to be consistent, not back and forth.... at least so far. In the end though, he was not the Master, the King was and she needed to figure out how to trust him. With him leaving for three days though, in the hands of the other men is really not a good start. All she could do was hope he’ll find whatever answers he is looking for.

Another reason she couldn’t sleep is because of the dreams, the few times she did manage to drift, the dreams would wake her. They started out simple enough; oddly they were of the Eunuch, but simple none the less. Then they became a bit more complicated, images of her race and how they died off, how the humans took control over them without understanding the end results of their greed. Somewhere along the way the dreams made it feel like she was the last one left, that she needed to make something happen. And yet, every time she got to that something, that’s when she would wake up. The mixture of creatures in the dream was overwhelming, mortal creatures of all kinds alongside with creatures of the other realms. It was just all too much for her to comprehend in this moment. Worse part is, she had no one to help her understand any of it. She was alone.

Eventually she managed to get a blanket draped over her Master as she slipped out from his arms. All she was doing was tossing and turning, perhaps even talking in her sleep and she didn’t want to wake him up. The bed was foreign to her also, something she was not used to sleeping on, she had to admit though it was far more comfortable the floor. Scynthrina ended up sitting in the window seat with a little blanket, the window cracked enough for her to stare at the night sky wondering what to do; trying to find a way to gain her Masters trust, to help him understand that she is no liar and he has nothing to worry about…. She is just a slave, it is all she knows. It always came down to the simple fact that it just takes time to gain trust, he knows what he sees and right now that is a thief, a liar and after tonight, most likely just another whore. All in all she couldn’t really blame him. She didn’t know when she actually curled up in the window seat, or when sleep finally took over, but she did manage to get some kind of sleep.