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[Bunny]

a story by bunny and jace ​

 

[Bunny]

In her short life, Amaryllis had never known pleasure. Not at her own hands and not at anyone else’s. As she laid under him, her body reeling in her third orgasm she knew that this wasn’t normal. That he claimed her with a brutality that left her breathless. No, he’d not harmed her and no matter his warning, she had this feeling he’d never harm her. Hurt her, maybe, but harm? Even the pain would be sweet. Tybalt was as broken as she was, just differently. So what if losing her virginity wasn’t normal? Nothing else in her life had been. Lips brushed her ear and it flickered against his lips as he called her a liar. A giggled slipped forms her and she gave him a flash of who she might be, free from the oppression of her step family. A smug, satisfied kitten. She had lied. She’d liked biting him, leaving her mark on him. It pleased her on a dark, feral level. Tybalt, for the moment at least, was hers. Ryllis had not had anything nor anyone be hers in a long time. As his body shifted and the knot pulled ever so slightly, she gasped. Gentle motions sent new licks of pleasure along her spine. It pulled at her pleasure that was fading and toyed with it. Not enough to reignite it fully, but it was pleasing and her purring matched his, hands slipped along his back, nails lightly dragging along his spine as he rocked his hips, grinding his hardened length until he came again with a trembling breath. The sound of wet fabric ripping making her shiver. Still wrapped around him, it was her turn to gasp as he rolled them. Finding herself above him the heavy weight of her hair falling around them. Ryllis’ hair was black and white. Though predominantly white, her ears and part of her right side was inky black. She lifted her arms and bundled her hair in one hand, lifting off the back of her neck, the cool air kissing her neck and making her eyes close as she groaned softly as it fell to the side. Below her ear, she could hear his heart and breath as they mingled together. Nuzzling her cheek against his chest, she let her eyes close, still purring softly. “Amazing?” Unused to compliments, it was clear she felt some doubt, but beyond her tone, she offered no other complaint. What she didn't understand was why her? Why help her? Save her? She wanted to question it..but her body felt warm, languid and her mind was too relaxed to pick at the puzzle. “Sleepy” She murmured. The fact that his knot held them together was lost on her. She was content to lay there with him like they were until the world ended. “Tybalt?” her voice heavier now, as sleep pulled at her mind. “Thank you for saving me..” those last words a whisper.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Tybalt could feel the self-doubt in her words. One little compliment and she was somewhere else, questioning what he thought. Watching how she lifted her hair away, showing off the curve of her neck and shoulder, had him thinking about wrapping his fingers around it. It was not new to have these darker urges, but having them directed at Amyrillis was a little jarring. Like their first time had managed to shake loose all the things inside of him. But, she was right. Tybalt wanted to hurt her, not harm her. Wanted to show her how sweet all kinds of things could be. He had shown a bit of it already, his desire to give her pleasure beyond her own tolerance. However, before he could get too lost in his thoughts, she laid against his chest and whispered words of thanks. That was more disorienting than anything else. Because that did not make any sense. He did not save her. He took her. "It was selfish, Ryllis. I've wanted you for a very long time. When he hit you, it made me angry. I'm keeping you safe for me." While he was still deep inside of her, while every little twitch and clench of her muscles nearly robbed him of breath, he was focusing on the woman more than the act now. Thinking about Ryllis and how dangerous her world was. It tempted him to take care of the problem, but he doubted she would be very happy if he went and killed her step brother. Instead, he buried his fingers in her hair and scratched between her ears. There were so many things that were sudden and confusing about this relationship. It should have been a mess. He knew he certain was, and it seemed she was as well. Yet, they fit together perfectly and she barely batted an eyelash about accepting pleasure from him when she was so afraid of her brother. There was only one more hint that made it become obvious. It was strange how having sex with Amyrillis suddenly solved so many things about his life. While he gently stroked her hair, scratched her, he thought about all of the things that now lined up. The biggest question of his life was why his father let him live, kept him safe and wealthy. Now, it made sense. He was an Alpha, indispensable to someone who craved power. And the perfect little kitten laying on top of him was his mate. The fact that he was still swollen inside of her was proof enough, his body wanting her just like he always had. So, he leaned down and kissed her head, breathing in her scent with a greedy need. For a moment, he considered telling her. Telling Ryllis that they were going to be together forever. That they were perfect for one another. Instead, he laid his head back on the pillow and began slowly running his fingers through her hair, down to the nape of her neck, only to restart from the top. "Even if I do it to myself, I'll keep you safe from everyone else. Just promise me you will stay with me. You have to promise." This time it was his turn to whisper and he felt his eyes drifting closed, even if pleasure still rushed through him every so often. It was soothing, her scent and her body, lulling him into sleep.]

 

[Bunny]

Draped along his body, content and filled to the brim, Ryllis closed her eyes. The subtle tensing of his body had been registered but it was his voice, his words, that drew her eyes open again. A frown pulled at her lips and she shifted against him. The movement affected the knot and her body answered the feel of his cock inside her shifting ever so slightly with a flex. Wanted her. Safe for him. Anger. The words took her a moment to process and after a moment she nuzzled her cheek over his heart, letting her lashes close again. Fear was not new and while there might have been fear at his words, the reason didn’t change the outcome. Not really. The way he seemed to almost crave her was scary and it was.. Fascinating. Arousing. To have someone want her so deeply? “You still saved me, selfish or not, Tybalt.” She offered softly. There had been no doubt in her mind what her step brother had been working towards. Rape. Either himself or selling her. She wasn’t a person to him, but an object. Fingers buried in her hair and her purr was low, content as his nails scratched. His touch was slowly lulling her into sleep. Mentally exhausted from before now physically exhausted too. Pleasure soaked and once more not afraid to sleep. Her tail flickered lazily between his legs, brushing along his thighs as her breathing slowly deepened. Lips pressed to her hair and she made a soft little sound in her throat of contentment. That she had come so willingly to him and what he’d wanted hadn’t occurred to her. That she had done exactly what her step mother said she always would also was not in her mind. His fingers moved to her neck and it was the final straw to lulling his mate into sleep. His voice came from above her and dimly she was aware of what he said. Perhaps somehow she knew, deep down. Maybe it was the drilled in submission from years of abuse. “Promise.” Her answer drowsy and then she was asleep. ꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂ It was still dark when she woke. The sweet ache between her thighs was what had pulled her from slumber. At some point as they had slept, Tybalt’s knot had deflated and some of his seed had spilled from her. The steady rhythmic breathing underneath her had her shifting slightly. Tybalt. The night’s events hit her. Like ice water had been dumped over her, she was wide awake. The promise wasn’t what she remembered. It was the party. Her step brother hitting her and then Tybalt jumping him. Of his bloody hand offered to her. Then what had come later. That pleasure that had her crying out on his bed. Again and again.. When her mind reached their fucking she squirmed unable to help herself. That is why she was sore. Gods, it had felt so good and even now, the ache reminded her of the night. Yet.. she was nothing more than a whore. Exactly what her step mother had said she would be. Step mother… Oh gods. She would be furious. Derrick had been left bloody on the floor. Her precious boy and her live-in slave had run off after being the cause. She would kill her. She tried to rise off him without waking him, the fear rising in her. Not of Tybalt. No, even now, she still thought he had saved her. It wouldn’t stop her step mother though. A tear slipped down her cheek and Ryllis bit her lower lip hard enough that pain flashed through her body. She wouldn’t cry. Wouldn’t wake him. If she apologized to her? His promise to keep her, to not let her go back had been lost in the night’s events. Her mind already back on the hell that awaited her.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

There were so many things floating in Tybalt's head as he drifted off. So many thoughts that were so foreign. He was happy, pleased in some deep and primal way that he had never felt before. He had taken Amyrillis from her family and given her pleasure so intense she had shredded his sheets. He could feel that tail drifting over his thigh and, while it tickled, it only made him more relaxed. Every part of him felt relaxed, excluding the almost painful swelling of his knot, still throbbing and twitching with every flex of her walls. Tybalt was simply... happy. And the single word she gave him, full of sleep and distraction, was enough to send him into a comfortable sleep. Promise. ꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂ Tybalt never slept deeply. His eyes, always bruised from lack of sleep, were confirmation of that. With Ryllis, it was like a coma compared to his usual fitful nights, but that meant nothing when she squirmed on him. His knot had deflated, left a mess between their thighs, but his cock had never slipped out of her. While her body ached from what he had done, he ached for more. Just her scent, invading his dreams, would have been enough to have him wake nearly begging for her. But, no. She had wiggled her hips, teased him so effectively without intending to. There was a small arch of his back, a growl, as his eyes slowly opened. Ryllis was in her own nightmare, worried she was everything her stepmother had called her. Tybalt awoke to his perfect dream. He saw the most beautiful creature in the world straddling him, looking down at him. Even before he could process it fully, he felt the blood rush to his cock, felt himself swelling inside. Blinking himself awake, he took in her naked body, her torn expression, that single tear running down her cheek. That was when he remembered everything. Remembered this was all real. And, under all the scars his life had left on his soul, he could only find it all so fucking exciting. There was no logic to temper him, to control his urges. So, he did what he wanted. What he really wanted. Lifting himself with on hand, Tybalt clasped her chin in a rough grip. He tilted his head and looked at that tear, running over the curve of her cheekbone. He loved it when people cried for him. When he broke them and knew they would submit. With Ryllis, it was different. He did not want to break her. He wanted to make her cry because it was all too good, or because the pain he was giving her had mixed so thoroughly with pleasure that she could only cry to let it out. He had plans to make her cry. This tear he did not understand, but that changed nothing about how it excited him. That was what he worried about. She thought she was safe with him and Tybalt and no idea what he was capable of with his Amyrillis. All he knew was that it was suddenly so tight around his cock, now full sized and halfway inside of her. His breath caught in his chest as he shifted closer and it made her sit down on him, so slick from the mess he had left inside that she moved easily. Tybalt leaned in to catch the tear with the tip of his tongue right before it rolled off her jaw. He traced the salty path up to her cheek, flicking his tongue against it like a pleased little kitten. He purred again, felt himself throb inside her aching little cunt. Now, rock hard inside of her, gripping her chin tight, he finally thought to ask. "Why are you crying? And biting your lip like that? Is it because I was so rough with you?" There was no apology in his tone. He regretted nothing. Wanted to do it again. In fact, Tybalt found that he could not even wait for her answer to continue, to have more. He released her chin and instead wrapped an arm around her waist, holding tight enough to bruise her pale skin where his fingertips dug into her hip. He pushed her down the rest of the way, sank in to the hilt and pressed himself into those deep parts that had squeezed him so tightly before. "You can cry if you need to. I think you look very pretty crying." Even as he whispered the words, he tilted to the side, placing lips against her neck, arm holding her so he stayed hilted inside.

 

[Bunny]

A growl, the press of his hips into hers and the stiffening of his cock stilled her. Still, even with all his warnings. Him telling her he was not a good person, she didn’t fear him. When she had told Tybalt he had saved her, she had meant it. Morning though had washed away the dopamine of their joining. The greedy pleasure having vanished with sleep and with it the heady feelings of her orgasms. Hardening further inside her, she made a breathy sound, an almost strangled gasp. Fingers bit into her skin, roughly, forcing her to turn her head so he could see the tear that slowly made its way down her pale cheek. That tear and its effects on him did cause her to moan, feeling him once more rock hard and buried in her. Sweet pain from the sheer size of him and her own answering need. Mates were two halves of one whole and her body had been made for him. She had been made for him. His body shifted and one strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush to him, seating her on him fully and her answering cry was just as sweet as the night before. Mind clouding with lust, her worry, for a moment was forgotten as his tongue trailed along her chin, up her cheek as he lapped the salt from her skin. “Tybalt.” His name a gasp. His fingers tightened again and pain flashed in her eyes, though even now, she didn’t tell him he was hurting her. A part of her craving his touch. Even as he thought to ask why she was crying she squirmed. Filled, it felt so good and yet, it was far from enough. Ryllis craved more. Though her chin was held tightly, it jerked slightly as she shook her head. “No.” That word breathy as she squirmed against him, grinding into him almost. Pulled tighter, his fingers now biting into her waist as he pulled her against him. Lips pressed to her neck and the reason was lost almost. His name this time a whine or a demand. She knew not. “Tybalt!” She needed him to fuck her. Wanted to feel as good as she had last night. Around him her aching cunt squeezed, trying to find friction. Her hips rolled slightly, and she gasped, her head falling back. Her eyes closed and she shifted again, feeling his cock move. Her moan filthy as one hand moved into his hair holding him to her neck. Slut. Whore. But she would be his. “Make me cry.. Tybalt. Fuck me until I cry.. Please.. Please..” Desperate, her needs finally put into words.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

There was no hiding pain from Tybalt. He lived his life drowning in it for so long. First, his own. Then, others. He saw the way it flickered on Ryllis' face. Saw how she seemed to barely register it compared to the pleasure she derived from being filled with him again. That was a dangerous drug. The way he throbbed inside of her was another sign of how deeply fucked his needs had become. He wanted more of that. Wanted to see her hurt, only to forget that pain existed because he gave her something more intense to focus on. With her body held tight, it was the peak of decadence to hear her little no. It seemed she wanted more of what he gave her. Wanted him. That was all Tybalt could ever ask for. As he began to kiss her neck, teeth joining a moment later, he realized this was all he needed. Amyrillis was his mate and she wanted him. Cried out his name when she felt pleasure. Nothing else mattered. So, he sucked on her skin, left dark little bruises in the trail of his kisses. She might have thought herself a whore, but Tybalt wanted everyone to know she was his. This would have been enough for now. A satisfying and sensual little fuck to wake up to. Her tear still lingered on his tongue and her hips rocked against him, sending waves of pleasure through him. Ryllis wanted more, it seemed. Wanted to know exactly what he could give her. Tybalt was in the middle of licking along her throat when she asked him to make her cry. Desperation and need and agony. That was what her words were. For the Alpha feline currently hilting in her already sore cunt, it was a serenade. Hypnotizing. His breath caught as he flicked those yellow eyes to her own. "Be careful what you ask for, Ryllis." The words tickled against her skin before he growled. Sharp teeth found her throat, though he made sure to keep them from puncturing her skin. It was the more human ones that found purchase, left clear marks and bruises in their wake as he moved both of his hands down to the curves of her ass. He licked at the marks in her skin even as he lifted her. Instead of fucking her just like this, though, he pushed her off of his lap, her fingers tugging his hair and coaxing a harsh groan from him with the pain. Tybalt pushed her again, this time rolling her flat onto her stomach. He was already pulling her hips upward before she could find time to right herself, her lower half lifted fully off the mattress until Ryllis got her knees under herself. Once she was bent over for him, Tybalt knotted fingers in her hair, pushing her down onto the mattress so her cheek was pressed flat and he could see her face. "I think you are even prettier like this." Even as he spoke, he pressed close, his huge cock settling between the perky little cheeks of her ass. Still pinning her down, he used his free hand to grip his cock, moving it back and forth between her cheeks. Her own honey and his cum had his length so slick that her little hole was practically begging to be fucked. Tybalt had learned a long time ago that he loved to fuck women in their ass. Some hated it, whimpering and fighting until they gave in or found pleasure. Others moaned and squirmed and squeezed, cumming faster than he could ever expect. Both pleased him in a dark way. He wondered which Amyrillis would be as he nudged the head against that little entrance, watched it stretch as his cock applied more pressure. Then, he pulled back and all of the pressure disappeared. He slapped the head of his cock against that cute asshole he had been a fraction of an inch from fucking. Tempting as it was, Amyrillis was his mate, bent over and presenting herself. She needed to be fucked properly. So, he slid himself down, slipping between her folds. If it would have been easy to fuck her ass, squeezing his huge cock into her eager cunt was simple as breathing. She was so ready for him that he sank in to the hilt with barely a shift of his hips. The angle was new, though, the tightness pressing harder on different parts of him. He could feel the rough ridges of his cock stroking against her ceiling. It would have been so satisfying to slowly milk his own release. But, she wanted to cry. So, Tybalt withdrew himself to just the tip, her pussy fighting to keep him inside. When he buried himself inside this time, his weight pushed her down to the mattress, his cock throbbing with pleasure as his thighs slapped her ass. "If you beg, I'll get you toys. You can't even imagine how good it feels to have one right here while you get fucked." His arm wrapped around her, slipped between her thighs so that he could stroke a finger over her clit in lazy circles while he let her squeeze him over and over.

 

[Bunny]

Careful. She hated that word. It was all she had ever been. Caution might have been needed, but it was hard to find it. She wanted him. Only him. It felt like a drug. One hit and she was addicted to Tybalt. Craving him. Finding her mate had never occurred to her and that it would be the first person to show her kindness? To fuck her? Shivering as his words played along her neck, the whimper of need ended in a gasp. Ryllis cried out, her eyes rolling back as his teeth sunk into her skin. She’d have bruises, there was no doubt. Later it might bother her, but now? She craved it. Rough and slick his tongue lapped at the marks and his little kitten purred for him, the sound vibrating through her whole body. Lifted from his lap she gave a low growl of frustration as each inch of him slipped from her. Her fingers in his hair tightened, desperate to keep him inside her. She didn’t fight otherwise and found herself empty and on her stomach. Lifted, she squirmed and finally got her hands and knees under her before he pushed her face down onto the mattress. The roughness didn’t bother her. That submissive nature that had been beaten into her making her want to please him.. Craving his approval, his touch. Cheeks heated as she blushed for him, catching him out of the corner of her eye. Warmth pressed on her. His body and cock. The latter cradled between her cheeks. Slick from their combined arousal, his shaft moved between her cheeks with ease and when he pushed against her as, Amaryllis gasped and squirmed. Sex had never been on her mind before last night, so anal had never once been considered. That pressure though as he pressed the tip against that small hole, made her groan, her fingers curling into the sheets. As suddenly as that pressure had come it was gone and she panted softly beneath him. With one thrust, he buried himself inside her. So horny there was no resistance and her cry of pleasure was low and deep as her lips parted and her eyes closed from the pure bills of it. Basking in the feeling, Tybalt was already pulling back and she whined in protest. His answer had her crying our as his hips slammed into her, the weight of his body and the force of his trust pushing her into the bed. Every ridge of him scraping against that bundle of nerves inside her. An arm wrapped around her and a hand slipped between her thighs, finger stroking along her clit. The flicks of it making her pant, her wall flexing around him. Beg? The idea wasn’t unappealing but in the moment, she didn’t feel the need to. And then he didn’t move. He stayed deep inside her, his finger slowly driving her insane. Pinned as she was, she couldn’t squirm away and soon the pleasure became too much and she was gasping. “Tybalt!” His name came out as a whine. “Please. More.. I need more.” She squirmed, clearly trying to get away from his tortuous finger. “Fuck.. please.. Fuck..” Her words were halting, shy, but she tried. For him. “Please? I will do anything..” A dangerous offer maybe, but she wanted to feel him move inside her, wanted more than that sharp aching that his finger provided. Too sweet. Too much.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Tybalt continued to push. He shoved Ryllis down, threatened to bury himself in her ass, pinned her face to the mattress. He fucked her aching pussy and told her she needed to beg, left behind bruises and marks. He promised to make her cry with so much enthusiasm she should have run. Yet, here she was. Shaking and shiver and obviously so eager for more. She submitted to him, and it never occurred to him that submission was what she had been taught. No, he just felt her clenching around his cock, remembered every moan she gave him. It was enough to make him so horny for her that his cock ached even as she gave him pleasure. When she finally broke, finally started to beg and squirm away from his finger, Tybalt felt something inside release. Like it had been a lock she put on him by being so perfect, so precious. She was his mate. That meant they were perfect for each other. Carved from the same stone and meant to be rejoined. If he was a monster, she was the one who could love him for it. So, when she begged and said she would do anything, he released her, slid his finger away. Slow and torturous, he pulled his cock from inside of her. "Good girl. You beg so well. But, you said anything." Tybalt stroked affectionate fingers over the curve of her ass, moving to the side of the bed. He reached under the bed, pulling out a bag about the size of a backpack. Tybalt was fully exposed to her now, completely bare with his aching cock standing at attention as he went through the contents. He was tall, but not especially muscular, though there was definition to him. His strength was disproportionate, his Alpha genetics making up for the lack of effort to cultivate strength. But, when he revealed what he had been searching for, there was a shift in him. In one hand, a white massage wand that had been a regular assistant in his flings to keep himself under control. The other held a collar, plain black leather with only a tiny adornment. It had been an impulse purchase, one that had fed his fantasies for so many nights. On the collar was a purple flower, curling petals marking it as his favorite flower. Amyrillis. He tossed it onto the bed and moved to kneel again, biting his lip as that desperate need overwrote his expression again, that little hint of dark madness. Still hard and eager, he put the wand on the bed as well. If she was going to do anything, he would make her prove how eager she was to be fucked. To be his. "I want you to put on the collar. Then, you are going to bend over and put my cock inside. You can bounce your ass on me, use me for your pleasure. Once I'm satisfied, I'll help you. Show you how to use that toy to make yourself cum until you can't stand it." His cock twitched with the words, his breathing speeding up as he gave her instructions. But, Tybalt was not done. Amyrillis was his fantasy. Was everything he had wanted. There were so many things he needed to do to her. Last night had been all passion, all physical. Now, he needed to nurse this bottomless well of desire. He wanted Ryllis, wanted to spoil her and make he happy. But, he wanted to ruin her too. Wanted to leave her a shattered mess that only he knew how to piece back together. "Once you give me a few tears that way, I'll make you cry for my pleasure. I'm going to fuck your throat, Ryllis. Make you take every inch until you gag and nearly pass out. Do you like how that sounds?" If his face was not enough, the way he wrapped his fist tight around his cock and stroked it said how he felt about it. His Ryllis. She would belong to him down to her very soul.

 

[Bunny]

Two halves of the same whole. He knew what they were. Why their jagged edges fit together. Tybalt though, had not told his little mate what she was to him. What he was to her. Why even when what he said should terrify her, send her running.. It only made her ache for him. The desire to please might have been a learned skill, but for Tybalt, there was a true desire. Not one bread of fear but of longing and need. So even as he tortured her oh so sweetly until frustration built and she begged him, needing.. Craving more she didn’t feel shame. Just a thrill as he called her a good girl. Pulling from within her, she felt each inch dearly and she whimpered softly. Had he not praised her, she might have been worried he was mad. Her body still felt the phantom touch of his finger and if she flexed, even a little, the tremor went to her toes. Amaryllis’ tail flickered, almost agitated, but from the look on his kitten’s face, she was far from agitated. It was.. An eager flick. When his hand ran along her bare ass, she pressed it into his touch with a purr. Not moving from how he had positioned her, her pale eyes watched him. On his bed, the sheets tone under her, dark spots from their arousal discoloring the sheets, she laid. Her black and white hair was twisted together and her eyes were relaxed as she watched him pull the bag from under the bed. Heat filled her eyes as he stood. Ryllis took him in. From his own sleep tousled hair, black and purple to the lean line of his chest and his broad shoulders. Though he wasn’t overly muscular, she could see the toned definition of his body and in the moment, she wanted to lick each subtle line. Lower, her eyes trailed, finding him hard. The barbs of his dick along the surface.. They made Ryllis bite her lower lip, remembering how they felt inside her. Her eyes moved to the curve of his ass and to the tail that swayed slightly. Unlike her own it was long and thin. It suited him though and she wondered for a moment if he liked to have it stroked. Black leather bounced on the bed and she shifted onto her arms to look at it. The ribbon of leather held a purple flower. An Amaryllis. Her lips parted and she reached out to touch it, the tips of her fingers brushing along the petals. The bed shifted as he climbed back onto it, kneeling as he spoke. Looking up at him, she tilted her head. The look on his face was desperate and rather than scare her, it excited her. She watched as his cock twitched as he told her what he wanted from her. What he would do to her. His words clearly excited him. Almost panting, he spoke again. Next came tears for his own pleasure, not hers. Being made to cum again and again until she cried from it was scary but thrilling sounding. Letting him use her mouth and throat for his own pleasure? He could see how her pussy, still on display from him, tightened. Why did that turn her on? Did she care? Nodding she watched him stroke himself, watched as his cock twitched in his hand at the thought of using her like that. Shifting, Amaryllis rose onto all fours and her head bent. The color was picked up in her mouth and she turned, facing him. Crawling toward him, she held the collar up in her mouth. When he took it she turned, pulling her hair to one side. She would be his, but she wouldn’t collar herself. If she was to be his.. He would put that collar on her. Something he had bought with her in mind. But it was not a demand, instead she whispered.. “Please Tybalt.”

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

The way her eyes seared him as they traced every line of his body was a cruel little tease. She had been a virgin until last night. Now, she was practically devouring him with her eyes. They were so wrong, both of them. Tybalt craved her like air, stalked her for so long, and now he was going to hurt her, make her cry because it would excite both of them. Ryllis seemed to need him just as badly. Like someone had flipped a switch, every movement, every breath, just begged for his attention. But, when he threatened to fuck her mouth and the little muscles of her pussy fluttered, tightened and squeezed in anticipation, it took all of the control he had learned to not just take her again. To fuck her until she was bruised and aching, knotted by his cock and full of his seed. She belonged to him even before he had become obsessed. She was his mate. His perfect other half. His. His. His. And his mate was now crawling toward him, collar between her teeth. Tybalt had no words for what he saw. No way to tell her how perfect it was. Submission on the most primal level. His mate, his perfect love, those things were satisfying to his soul. This, acting like his pet and asking him to treat her just the way he liked, it satisfied something deeper and darker. He bit his lip, fighting his need for her, as he picked up the collar and wrapped it around her pretty little throat like it was a diamond necklace. Delicate, irreplaceable. When he buckled it, his fingers were shaking, the whole scenario that was now their life hitting him like a bolt of lightning, ripping through him and leaving him raw. It was snug against her throat, but with room to breath. So, in a rush of those fucked up urges, he tightened it more, made it squeeze until he heard the little gasp letting him know her air was cut off. Then, he loosened it one notch. It would be tight, threatening to choke her with every movement. Firm hands moved to her shoulders, pushing her down to the bed again. It was like their last session had never happened. Like he had vented none of his needs. After fucking Ryllis, breeding her and knotting her, he felt satisfied. Now, he felt like he could fuck her for hours. Teach her every little thing he could want. Make her do things that would have her crying, maybe even begging him to stop, even as she crested wave after wave of pleasure. For now, he had promised to make her cum until she cried. So, he took the thick head of his cock and stroked against her folds until it slipped between them, nudging against her entrance. The rough bumps were already brushing against her, so close to slipping inside. But, she had instructions. So, he placed his hands on her ass, squeezed hard and watched as it bounced just a little when he released it. "You really shouldn't like all of this, Ryllis. You're sweet and beautiful. The most perfect thing in the world. You shouldn't be getting off on me treating you like my pet. But, I don't want you to stop. I want more. Will you let me break you?" His words were affectionate purrs as one hand wrapped around the base of her tail and stroked all the way to the end.

 

[Bunny]

Soft leather pressed along her throat as she knelt on the bed before him, domino hair held to one side. Lashes lowered as she buckled the collar around her slender neck. Amaryllis didn’t understand why, but belonging to him, to Tybalt seemed.. Right. She’d never been free and now would never know freedom. The idea before had bothered her, but she’d seen no way to escape. Now? She had no desire to escape. Then the supple leather tightened. Slowly until it bit into her neck, Ryllis’ airway constricted until she gasped, struggling to breathe. Even then though, there was no fear. Settling for almost too tight, strong hands pushed her forward again. Till she lay against the bed, her ass and pussy on display. The tip of Tybalt teased her pussy, already slick with her need for him. Whimpering as his hands slid to her ass. Tybalt had told her what he wanted from her. Shouldn’t like this. Sweet. Beautiful. Perfect. Pet. The words fell on her like water on dry soil. Something about him made her crave him. His hand stroked her tail and she purred, the collar stretching against her throat with the action. Don’t stop. Will you let me break you? Why didn’t it scare her? Was she broken already? Was there nothing left for Tybalt to break? “Yes.” The word was a whisper. “If you want me..” And then she pushed back. Slowly the tip of his cock spreading her petals. He had told her she could fuck him, use him for her pleasure. Taking that to heart, Amaryllis tormented them both as she pumped just the tip of him in and out of her aching cunt. Rocking on her hands and knees until Tybalt growled. Giggling softly, she pushed back further and moaned, her head falling forward as more of his cock slid into her pussy. It hurt in an aching sort of way even over the pleasure. The need to be filled by him. She didn’t stop pushing back until her rear pressed to his hips. Slowly she pulled forward, until the tip of him was all that remained and she pushed back. The pace Ryllis set was slow, languid even as she bounced on his cock. Like this though, she could feel every inch of him. The ridges and barbs. Feel when they hit that sensitive spot inside her. Soft little pants and moans escaped her until this too wasn’t enough. Without warning as she pulled forward she thrust back against him suddenly. Her cry loud in her own ears. This began a new pattern. Slowly slipping his cock from her and slamming it into her. It lasted less than the previous, for soon, her body and mind demanded more and she was bounding on his cock. A symphony of whimpers, pants, moans, groans and his name slipping from her mouth.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Tybalt was afraid he might be drooling. The view of Ryllis bent over before him, the way she seemed to get thrill after thrill from the parts of himself he was scared to share. It was truly a crime how fantastic she was. And he meant it when he said she should stop. She was throwing her life away. Giving up any chance of escape, of living a life without him. She should tell him to stop, push him away. Ryllis was looking into the jaws of a monster and offering up her throat. If he wanted her? It sounded so absurd to hear that he could only laugh. She deserved the truth. Or, as much as he could give right now. "I want you like air, Ryllis. I bought that collar hoping to put it around your throat. I told myself over and over that I would just watch. I'm never letting you go. You are mine, and no one is going to take you." The last sentence had a bite of savagery. A threat to anyone who might try. She had seen him with Derrick. That would he nothing if someone tried to take his favorite flower. His flower, though, was distracted. It seemed she wanted him as much as he needed her. That slow little push back to make him slip inside brought immediate relief... for a moment. Then, he slipped out again, almost reaching down to adjust himself so he could plunge back in. Only, Ryllis knew exactly how far to let him go. He never pulled completely free, but never managed to get back inside past that first agonizing inch. The growl he finally let out was accompanied by his fingers digging into her ass, thumbs spreading her open so he could watch every little movement. The, she pushed back and Tybalt nearly put one of his sharp feline teeth through his lip as the growl turned into a groan. "Good girl. Fuck me like you need me." Because he needed her. It took so much effort to simply hold her, not guide her. He watched every bit of his cock disappearing inside, her ass flat against his hips. Then, he let out a shuddering groan as she pulled away, leaving him slick and shining with her honey. Every little sensation she got from his barbs and ridges was just as intense for him, his nails biting into skin as he gripped her harder to keep control. It did not take long for Amyrillis to lose her patience with her own movements, and when her speed picked up, Tybalt finally snapped. "I told you to use the toy." When he gave her another growl, it was accompanied by a hard thrust, meeting her in the middle as she pushed back, the impact echoing in his under-decorated room. Tybalt snatched up the wand that had been left forgotten on the mattress. It was buzzing with vibration before he even wrapped his arm around her. This time, it was not his fingers that did the teasing. No, he mercilessly pressed that toy just above her clit, letting the vibration carry through her and sink into every nerve. Even deep inside her, he could feel it on his cock. "You won't cry for me like this, little flower." A breathy and pleased moan slipped out of Tybalt as he finally took over. His hips slammed into Ryllis hard enough to drive her face into the mattress again. It only pushed her more forcefully against the toy, his other hand keeping her ass and pussy spread for his own perfect view as he started to fuck her with all that wild abandon from their first time. He wanted to make her forget everything else. Make her live and breath to be his. "Talk to me. I don't care what you say. Just let me hear your voice while I break your pretty little cunt."