The Nature of the Beast (Closed)

[Obuzeti]

The invitation had been offered. For now, Sauvet awaited his guest.

His current domicile - a reasonably-sized house back in the gently rolling hills of this area - suited his needs. He had thought to have enough space for three guests at a minimum, aware of his own appetites and tendencies. Considering his busy schedule in this area, his needs would become more pressing than usual.

But that was all considerations for the future. Sauvet redirected his thoughts to the lovely young morsel he'd met at that delightful pet shop. She'd been appropriately enthusiastic during their acquaintance, enough so that he'd decided to extend her an invitation and an interview as a personal assistant, rather than purchasing a pet.

Admittedly, the position would be different than what most assistants would do.

He checked his watch - floating in midair, to the human eye, along with the gentleman's suit he liked to announce himself with - and glanced at the driveway with a curious eye, wondering when Danica would arrive.

 

[southern_slut]

Standing awkwardly outside the door would be Danica... Me. It's me because I am Danica. Right. Anyways. The kind of roll in her shoulders and awkward shuffling of her feet give away a sense of nervousness and indecision. The memories of the pet shop, who didn't hire her, were still quite alive despite the several weeks since. None the least of which was the raw power once she finally heard the mans voice. It was like a roar in a canyon, yet that doesn't properly describe how it ripped the breath from her chest or left her eager to hear it again. With a quivering hand she reaches out and knocks once... no try again. Twice now. Well hell now I'm being rude.

Waiting for the door to open Danica drifts back to the memory of receiving the invitation. The way Mr Sauvet described his needs and the intimacy of his touch were quite apparent and seeing the invitation gave Danica almost a gleeful reaction.

"Please be home. It's the right time, I hope. Is it daylight savings time?"

 

[Obuzeti]

The door slides open soundlessly, revealing the coated form of Sauvet; he bows, gentlemanly as ever, as he steps aside to allow Danica within his home. The entrance foyer already has several peculiarities - the door itself has no glass or windows, permitting no glimpses within the home, and the entrance room, while paneled in warm tones of wood and audibly, is unreasonably cold. There is also, quite conspicuously, a speaker in the high corners of the room.

A thick fur coat - real mink, evidently, from the firm softness of its touch - lifts from a nearby coat rack and settles itself about Danica's shoulders with a gentle stir.

WELCOME.

The booming voice is lowered, companionable, but no less an impact. Deeper than a human's voice, more resonant.

Sauvet gestures Danica within to a seating room visible just ahead, and proceeds ahead of her, taking a small notepad on a stand besides a sumptuous armchair, sinking into it gracefully and gesturing at the one opposite himself.

 

[southern_slut]

The voice again, this time sending a slow chill down her back instead of the boom effect it had before. All the same it grabs her immediately to him. So much so she almost runs into him as she follows along close behind. Slowly easing herself into the armchair there's a sense of bewilderment to Danica's face. Enchanted even, by the home.

"Thank you. I got your invitation. You said you wanted an assistant. Well I'm good at that. Assisting. And you have so many... incredible things I'll be sure to pick up quick."

Seeing the notepad in his hands, waiting to see if he writes down questions or something. Danica came dressed for a job interview in a pencil skirt and blouse. A contrast to her more casual attire before. Crossing and uncrossing her legs, fidgeting almost before settling herself and pulling the fur coat tighter to her.

 

[Obuzeti]

The bowler hat tips to the side, and a large, warm hand gently drapes itself over her shoulder, broad enough that the thick fingertips brush her collarbone. Meanwhile, a pen thrust through the spiral of the notepad lifts aloft and dashes off a few lines, looping dextrously.

I have faith in your willingness to provide whatever aid I might request. I merely wish you to understand the nature of what duties I might request before you agree to them.

The hand does not lift from her shoulder, and in fact that thumb begins to gently stroke in soothing circles.

Primarily, I require sustenance. I am a gestalt poltergeist - I draw energy from high emotional states, and the most sustaining of those is climax. At a minimum, I will need to feed twice daily, and I prefer more often than that.

So there can be no misunderstanding, Danica: I will drive you to orgasm often, multiple times a day, and this will be a standard part of your responsibilities. It will be pleasurable, no doubt, but it is a very real need of mine.

I already have one pet, and the strain frequently leaves her incapable of further activity. I am hoping dividing my feeding times will lessen her burden, much as she might be fond of it.

More conventionally, I do require a secretary of sorts - I am an ambassador for the Anirniit, and frequently have meetings with my kin or diplomatic conferences with yours. Having those properly organized and screened will be a boon.

 

[southern_slut]

"Okay. I'm great at organization and... Wait, what? Climax? As in, like sex?"

This was certainly a new revelation, one Danica was somewhat thrilled and terrified of. Was that all he wanted? Her body? No, he mentioned the ambassador duties. And another pet? Am I a pet to him? As exciting as the idea has always made her, the prospect of living this out almost scared Danica back out the door.

"So, am I to be your new pet? Livestock to feed off of?"

 

[Obuzeti]

One of those white gloves gives a sharp, dismissive flick, as the pen whirls out new lines.

Not a pet, an employee. You are human, and your own legal entity. Indeed, it is not legal to own humans, and considering their stages of development, it will likely never be.

Sauvet shrugs, elegant in his poise, as the hand on Danica's shoulder squeezes reassuringly.

It is an actual position I need filled, The needs of my kind are different from yours, Miss Danica. If this frightens you, you are free to leave - it is an agreement between consenting adults, nothing more.

I am not one of your impetuous males - I require this sustenance to live. I will cease to be without it. And while I can accumulate it in other ways, only fear and pain match climax in intensity, and I am not a sadist.

 

[southern_slut]

"Well, if fear and pain are the only alternatives I can't say 'no'. I don't believe you'd hurt me or anyone really. Just wasn't sure what I was expecting. I'll take the job, gladly."

A smile crosses her lips as she realizes that's the first time she's spoken to him without motor mouthing her sentences into one long word.

"So what happens now? I'm sure there's a schedule for feeding and tending to your other pet and your duties and..."

And there she goes again. Eager to get started and understand this new and intoxicating world.

 

[Obuzeti]

The bowler hat tips downward, and those white, gloved fingers lace together.

LOVELY.

The word is a warm weight, lifting in Danica's chest and spreading spring through her veins like a sprightly spring melt, refreshing and soothing. It leaves her fingertips buzzing.

The notepad dashes off a final few lines, then floats across the intervening space to settle in the young woman's lap.

There is not a schedule - I take repast whenever I begin to feel drained, because I have no ahead notice of what I may be required to do in the course of my duties. If I may, however, I would like to give you some understanding of what to expect.

The invisible hand on Danica's shoulder trails up to cup her chin, one deft finger stroking up along the graceful column of her throat.

MAY I?

 

[southern_slut]

"Yes... please..."

The words come as breathy whispers. My god the man is able to bring out the most honest responses with that voice. It's easily the most engaging part so far. Without another word Danica stands up to face him... or the coat really. Below that hat where the eyes would be.

"What would you have me do?"

 

[Obuzeti]

A low laugh rumbles through the room like distant thunder, as the suit straightens as well, taking a single long stride to stand before Danica as well. The finger under her chin tilts her head high, and a phantom pair of lips gently press against the pulse in her neck, as strong hands take firm hold of her hips to hold her steady.

TELL ME A FANTASY.

The voice is low, inviting, as it hums through her skin into the quivering muscles beneath.

TELL ME WHAT YOU DREAM I WOULD DO.

 

[southern_slut]

"O-okay. Just don't laugh at me... I love zoology because... I've always been fascinated with the dynamic between masters and pets. That's why I asked. I fantasize about being treated like an animal... sexually I mean. Is that what y-you wanted?"

His lips at her neck, were they lips, oh who cares. They were unreal. Normally kissing her neck made her squeal or flinch but this was like ecstasy. Instead of pulling back she leaned in and felt his hands pull her in even closer. God this feels good.

 

[Obuzeti]

THAT WILL DO.

The hand underneath Danica's chin curves around to the side of her neck, and draws her in. Beneath the suit is warmth and pressure, but nothing to her sight - a mass independent of light or vision, existing on a different spectrum. The same mass about her thighs, and neck: something definitely, indefinably, inhuman.

And then the mass passes through her, sliding through the space her body occupies, to press up against her back instead. The waistcoat and hat falls away from her front, alighting on a coatrack nearby, as something firm draws her back against itself, rubbing gently against her wide hips. The first button of her blouse pops open as ghostly fingers begin to undo them patiently.

KNEEL, MY PET.

 

[southern_slut]

"Yes Mr Sauvet..."

My god is this really happening? The invisible man flies through me and pops up behind me to make my sex dreams come true? Somebody pinch me.

Slowly easing down on to her knees, careful not to bunch up her skirt, Danica looks up at the room unsure if she's seeing him or not. It's like being blindfolded but only to your partner.

 

[Obuzeti]

The buttons on Danica's blouse continue to be undone, until the garment is open, sliding from her shoulders in a satin waterfall. The fur coat replaces it, soft and snug against her skin, as those invisible fingers trail across Danica's bare belly.

HANDS UPON THE CHAIR. DO NOT MOVE FROM THERE OR I WILL PUNISH YOU, PET.

In the same fashion the fastenings of Danica's skirt begin to loosen, sliding down her thighs to pool at her knees. Kneeling now in only her underthings, lips press just under the young woman's ear, and on the high curve of her shoulder, and low on her back, over her spine - affectionate, more mobile and flexible than any human could be.

 

[southern_slut]

Fingers curl into the leather and padding of the arms of the chair, eyelids fluttering as the eyes roll backwards, teeth chewing at bottom lips, a creature completely unable to contain herself.

"It's unreal. How are you doing this?"