Caught Pick Pocketing

DomG · Nov 25, 2011

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Marcus Frandel was quite enjoying his night out and away from his home and his pack. While he enjoyed the power and the status that he held among his kind, the wild freedom that he had there he also knew that taking the occasional break was an enjoyable thing, walking around humans as if he were one of them. He grinned wide at the thought as he brushed past a group of people moving the opposite direction down the street, any of the humans who looked at him would just see a rather tall and muscular man, very well dressed. Some of them if they were very observant might notice something about his eyes or the way that he moved that might key them into the fact that he was a bit different.

Marcus was a werewolf, an Alpha in his pack which lived in their own village not far off from the city that he was now visiting. It wasn't just werewolves in his pack though, all manner of more then human beings lived there, Neko and Fox kind were both welcome as long as they understood that the Wolves were in charge, challenge them at your own risk and only challenge the Alpha if you are tired of breathing. The pack did quite well for themselves, individual talents they possessed because of what they were making them excellent hunters and mercenaries.

Passing by a theater Marcus paused for a moment, on the front of it was a poster advertising a dance show unlike any other that could be seen nearby. The image on the poster made it quite clear just what kind of dancing would be seen, a scantily clad young lady in the garb of a gypsy... and Marcus was always in favor of such a diversion. After paying the price of entry Marcus took a seat near the front of the theater at one of the tables, around him several young woman in the same garb as the one on the poster moved around the patrons, taking orders for drinks and food while fending off the advances of some of the men who had clearly already been drinking. Marcus however was a little more patient, ordering himself a mug of ale and waiting for the show to begin.

Even as some of the candles and torches were put out he was able to see perfectly, a animal grin spreading over his face as the curtain opened.

Vixen_Mistress · Nov 26, 2011

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Dayra had been very unlucky the day her father had passed, in a deep debt that seemed to be endless, and instead of her going to a whore house she managed to put her skills to work, although she could read, write, sing, cook, and do many other things, her real skill was dancing, knowing anything from dancing with a partner to alone on stage. She had hardly had to work her way up, her skills were much better than that of the other dancers and she seemed to draw many eyes to herself when on stage. It had taken some time but the girl had mostly worked off the debt her father owed, but that was not just from the dancing. The dance director who was the one who owned all the girls dancing had them steal from patrons, the dancing and drunkenness of them making it rather easy.

Dayra was beautiful tonight, her body slim and slipped into what was mainly a skimpy skirt with slits up the sides and sheer materials to avoid hiding her legs, the top was barely a ribbon tied around her bust and then up and around her throat where it was tied tightly, but hidden by an elegant silver choker. On her wrists she wore bracelets of silver with little bells, and on her ankles were their matches, silver anklets with bells on bare feet. Behind her the long fluffy tail of the black fox was decorated as well with clasps that had bells attached to them. Leading up her body Dayra was wearing hardly any makeup, she was alrady pale, almost milky white with silver hair and dark black fox ears that stood up to catch anyone's attention, but what was the most beautiful feature was her violet eyes, so soft and sweet, but hiding a cunning for her practiced skill and an interest in learning. Her long silver hair fell to her hips, and was left unbound and flowing over her body.

When the curtain came up she and the others behind her began once the music started, the dance of the others choreographed to be all the same, only hers was different, much more complicated and advanced, showing her grace, skill, flexibility, and love for dancing and nothing else. Her body swayed, twisted and turned, stepping around daintily and clearly the center of attention for this little dance until it was over and another dancer was up so she could scout the crowds. Dayra batted her long dark lashes and already there were coins that she was having to avoid stepping on that had been tossed up, or even favors of some who wished more than just watching her dance. Her movements were smooth, slowing, and seemed easy, but anyone could tell it was not as simple as it looked from the light sheen on the fox's little body, standing all of five foot five, but she felt tall and proud of her skill.

Once the dance was finished she retreated to the back of the stage and exited off to the left and into the crowds to mingle, accepting drinks if they smelt sweet and finally after they had lost interest in her and began watching the next girl she made her way over to drop off her coins and get a drink and watch for wealthy men that were too drunk to notice that the little fox had taken their purse when leaning in to allow him a touch, but nothing more. Most the males and even females she interacted with as though with interest did not interest her and she knew this was all just business and an act. Sitting down for a moment she caught her breath and looked around again, already slipping a few pouches she had taken to the woman behind the counter then sipped her alcohol.

DomG · Nov 26, 2011

For Marcus the dancers were quite entertaining, far from the best that he had ever seen but a wonderful little diversion that helped him pass time on his break from duties as an Alpha. Most in the pack never realized just how much work it took to be a proper Alpha, sure he could delegate duties to those beneath him and on some tasks, such as accounting, that he lacked a nack for he often did but in his mind if he could do it himself then he needed to as often as he could. Of course though the position had plenty of privaleges and perks it was hardly an easy one to maintain and this night was just what the doctor had ordered for him, plenty of alcohol that was poured for cheap and some elegant dancing with lovely young women to enjoy viewing.

Of course his opinion of the dancer changed the moment she took the stage, other women there had bodies that were more developed, or stacked as some people called it but she moved with more grace and was leagues ahead of them in terms of beauty... that and her nature as something more then human caught his attention right away. As she danced on the stage he tossed quite a few coins up onto the stage, wanting to catch her attention, to draw her in to have some time with her... he had been to enough of these dance shows to know that you could get some personal attention from the dancers for enough coin, not normally his style but this one would be worth it.

However with her dance over she moved through the crowd without really spending much time with any particular man, a word here or there, a few managed a touch of her body but that was all that was managed before she had moved on. When she moved passed him it was much the same, his hand on her thigh, a small smile from her before she gently put her hands on her chest to push away from him and moved on. He watched her carefully as she left, he intended to find a way to get ahold of her as soon as he was able to but for now perhaps patience would be required. He was just settling back into his seat to watch more dancer and have a drink when he smelled something strange, something missing.

Marcus wasn't an idiot, he was aware that people in these cities tended to try to find ways to supplement their income often by stealing the coin purse of those with a decent amount of silver or gold on them and to help him be able to catch anyone who dared attempt to steal from him he kept a special herb in the purse, a scent that no human would ever detect and was quite easy for him to track... and right now instead of in his jacket it was fifteen feet behind him and too his left. That little fox, she was good because he had never felt her hand take it from him... but that didn't meant that she would get away with it.

Right away he was on his feet, stalking towards the bar at the back where the little fox was sitting down and apparently resting. Not waiting for her to even acknowledge him. “Not half bad.” He whispered, his voice a low growl. “However I will be wanting my money back.”

Vixen_Mistress · Nov 27, 2011

Weaving through the crowds the young fox greeted, touched and was kind if not even sweet to the patrons, but only for so long, not liking to be fondled and groped by men and women when walking by or even standing and talking, hating that some thought they could buy her like some whore when she would charge so much more for her flower if that were the case, most likely she could pay back the man she worked for and could start making an honest living. She gave a soft laugh at the thought knowing he might not let her go until she was old and no longer useful. She had not counted what she had gotten, but from the weight she could tell she did well for that night and only had a little while longer before she went back on again and earned coin the right way, or at least in her mind.

Day had been quick and careful about picking the pockets and even cutting a few of the coin pouches off belts, even managing to get the coins of a rather handsome male that she had been told to try and get money from, a dog of some sort, but then again not too far off from her own kind, but being the slave dancer for the company until her debt was paid she did not know who the wolf was or the trouble she would get in for taking from him until it was too late. Using a black ribbon she tied her long hair back before she took another drink from her cup and looked around for more people as well as watched her boss point out people to the girls to take from. Behind her she could smell the male she had just taken from and felt her stomach clench at his words.

Looking back at him she knew she had been busted and would be in deep trouble for this if she did not try to fix it. Lowering her voice she bit her lip a little before she spoke, "Please do not tell the guards, I am just doing as I am told to gain my freedom. I will get you your money back right away, just please do not get the guards involved," She asked in a hushed and worried voice her lovely violet eyes watching him closely and hoping he would understand her situation, if her boss said for her to jump she would not question it for fear of punishment or not going on stage to earn more money toward her debt.

Moving off of her seat she went over to the woman at the bar and whispered to her before she was quickly given the bag back and Dayra proceeded to put extra in, hoping he would accept it as an apology. Going back over to him she leaned close to slip it back so no one knew what was happening, but the worry in her eyes and body movement was clear to those who knew where to look and how to watch her. "There is your money back and extra for your troubles." She said to him, her ears flattened against her hair while her tail swayed back and forth slowly, "I hope you can understand my situation and I apologize for any trouble I have caused you tonight, but I should be off and getting ready for the next dance." She explained softly to him, her voice so sweet and gentle while she tried her best to not look nervous although the man in charge did not seem happy at what had happened, already knowing she had been caught and might have just upped her debt by giving money back.

DomG · Nov 27, 2011

He watched her reactions carefully, wanting to see if she would be ready to run or try to talk her way out of it, possibly denying that she had anything to do with it at all. Seeing how someone would act when confronted in such a manner was always telling about them, especially when you weren't dealing with humans because a cornered animal tended to be the most dangerous kind. Marcus was a bit disappointed when she did beg, a bit of a half hearted beg instead of a true and deep breakdown and falling to her knees but that hardly mattered, she was getting his money back for him and apparently she had only taken it to try to get her freedom.

As she slipped the money back to him he only nodded, his eyes scanning the room to see who watched her, clearly there was someone here who she didn't want to see her giving the money back, likely the man in charge. It only took a moment to see him, human, over weight and very clearly unhappy about what had just happened, sitting in a dark corner and being attended by a very attractive woman... a human had this much power over a fox, something no wolf would ever allow. Did this young woman have no pride? “It isn't just the money.” He grunted as she mentioned that she had to get back to a dance, his own pride had been stricken by her attempt to steal from him and it was made no better by her attempt to just return the money to him as if that would be all that was needed to appease his anger. “But you and I can deal with that later on, you get back to your dancing and expect to see me later.” No they weren't finished by a long shot, knowing that she was in debt to a human was bad enough and he would have likely taken steps to end it anyway but now she had made it personal... it wasn't just disgust that he felt but a great deal of anger that he was only able to keep from being obvious because of years of experience.

Slowly getting to his feet he brushed past her, his hand brushing past and squeezing the inside of her thigh again as he did so, on his way to the back corner where he saw the man he took to be the one in charge, pushing past two guards and boldly taking a seat across from the large man, a warning growl given to the first one who tried to approach him clearly to get her to move. “I will get straight to the point.” He said, smiling in a manner that was reminiscent of a shark eyeing a seal that it hadn't quite gotten around to eating yet. “I don't like you, infact you disgust me... but right now I am doing things the nicest way I possibly can instead of leaving and coming back with enough Wolves to make the remainder of your life as unpleasant as it will be short. The Fox, she will be coming with me tonight and if you agree to this right now you will get payment for whatever debt she owes you.”

Vixen_Mistress · Nov 27, 2011

Dayra was startled by his words, but none the less she shrugged a little at his comment to just the money, "I owe a debt he picked up, I wanted to dance, I get to pay it off and do what I love most and have been trained for my whole life." She explained before she tensed by the warning in his voice, picking up on the threat there and she looked up at him, worried what he might do to her, but she had no time to talk and was quickly going back stage to get ready. Getting dressed in a different outfit which was violet like her eyes and still in the silver jewelry as before.

The fat human man was startled if not completely terrified at the man approaching and making it clear something had gone wrong and he needed to make it right. Hardly able to speak he simply nodded his head, his eyes wandering over the little fox as she went back onstage and nodded again before telling him the amount of the debt, although it had not changed during the years the girl had danced. He had charged for the clothing and jewelry she wore, her housing, food, and anything else, which got her no where in making a large dent in the debt at the rate things were going, but that was fine with the director and owner of the girl. He already was getting paperwork brought to give for the man before him to sign and papers saying he was now in charge of the little fox.

Day continued to dance, but felt far too frightened to pay as much attention as usual, but she did not care, if this was going to be her last night dancing here and for a crowd she would rather not really care about it and just enjoy it while she could. Once the dance was over she had left the stage and went back to the caravans where the girls each had their own little part of a room, a small bed and blankets, as well as basket with their clothing in it, or at least that was what hers looked like. She was quick about changing into a normal outfit, a top similar to the one she had worn for the first dance and a skirt that was not sheer but still a dancing skirt with slits along the sides for movement. She looked in a mirror at the collar around her neck knowing it looked just like a choker and ornament, but in truth she could not remove it without the key and that was where she was stuck for a while now. Sighing softly she waited for either the male wolf to come or the director to scorn her and punish her before he had to give her over to the male as a way of paying him back from being caught stealing. Some of the other girls had been caught before and the same type of deals happened with them, or so she thought, they were given to the ones that caught them and those that punished them were allowed to do as they pleased with the women but were normally given back and allowed to go on dancing if they did not become pregnant.

All the thoughts made Dayra shiver and fear what might become of her, since she had never been in a wolf community or one of her own kinds she was not sure how things ran in it or what it was like to be among her own kind, this would all be new to her if she could survive it with everything still all held together, except for a few things if the wolf had intended what she thought he might for a pay back.

DomG · Nov 27, 2011

Marcus was almost a tad disappointed that things were going so smoothly right now, the fat man before him disgusted him in every way possible. Just sitting there before him and speaking like a civilized man made his skin crawl, made him feel terribly unclean as if he needed a trip to a hot spring to soak for hours before he would feel clean again. Well perhaps later on he would pass on word of what had been happening here to a fox of particular talents who lived among the pack, a Fox with a talent for getting in and out of places without being seen and leaving dead bodies in the places that he had crept into. Perhaps it wouldn't be as satisfying as just breaking the man in half on his own but that didn't really matter, so long as this disgusting example of a human being ceased to draw breath Marcus would be pleased.

Looking down at the papers before him Marcus almost had to laugh, it was clear to anyone who had even a basic knowledge of how debt worked and how someone would pay it off would be able to see right away, clearly no matter how hard she worked he would just find excuses to add to her debt. A wonderful dancer and a pick pocket who had been able to take from him without him feeling it should be able to make a great deal of money and put one hell of a dent into whatever money she owed this slug of a man and yet from the looks of it the initial amount had never actually dropped. This had just sealed the fate of the man who sat across from him and Marcus chuckled softly at the thought as he signed the papers and picked up the key to the choker that had been brought along with them. “If you are lucky we won't have to deal with each other ever again.” He grunted as he made his way from the table, brushing past one of the guards with a growl just for his own amusement as he went towards the back, where the dressing rooms would clearly be.

“The fox where does she stay?” He demaned of the first young woman he saw, apparently she had just finished a dance set and was getting ready to change. For a moment she only gave him a strange look before pointing him in the right direction and being flipped a coin, not because she had helped him but because she had showed proper deference to him rather then trying to argue or call for a guard, good instincts should always be rewarded. With that he was past her, already she was forgotten because he had more important things in mind, he wanted to catch up with his little fox and make it clear to her from the start that he was the one in charge now.

When he reached the door that he had been pointed towards Marcus didn't bother to take the time to knock or ask for permission to enter, she belonged to him now and if she happened to be changing then that was of no consequence... she was his to see and use however he liked and that was all that mattered. “Pack your things.” He growled when he saw her, more then slightly disappointed that she wasn't undressed and waiting for him in her natural state but it hardly mattered, what she was wearing was perfectly fine for him. “And find a leash for yourself... the coach I arrange for earlier today leaves at the top of the hour and I am eager to return to my village.”

Vixen_Mistress · Nov 27, 2011

Day sat patiently in her little room and waited, reading a book of poems while she did and was on the little bed roll of a bed that she had been given. Her mind was running wild with thoughts of what might happen to her, but when she thought about it she could not help but wonder about the large male that had caught her and despite her predicament she had to admit he was rather attractive, but had no idea that he was the alpha of his village and not just another one of many in it, figuring that calling it his village was just a way of calling it home, not suspecting his true strength although well built. Shaking her heads of the thought she smirked a little at the poem she was just reading about love and making love, the thought making her blush before she was quickly putting her mind on something else. To distract her from thinking too hard on what was happening she took her brush and began softly stroking out her tail with it, making it silky and smooth. Once finished with that she started on her hair and finished just before the voice of whom ever that man was growl at her.

Turning her head she looked confused by his words, but that did not stop her from speaking to him and asking what was on her mind, "Pack? Wait... You actually talked the bastard out of my contract, or for him to hand it over? I mean you are intimidating, but most do not go to such extents as that for a coin purse stollen... Why are you doing this? Taking my debt?" She asked while she got her things together, not wanting to give him any reason to be angry with her so she could multitask while talking a little. "My name is Dayra, who are you if I may ask?" She asked finally, having wanted to ask him before, but there had not been enough time for her to.

Soon her things were all packed in the basket she had in the room and was ready to leave, but she looked a little upset by the thought of a leash, "Leash? I do not know if he has one, he simply used a rope for some time, but I do not plan on running, I owe you, and a great deal from what I understand. I will remain beside you if that would please you, or I can go find a rope of some sort for you to use, the collar is just for good measure, or so he said, if I ran others would know where to bring me back to, but I never ran I love dancing too much and will not run from my responsibilities even if he is a disgusting, greasy, fat human." She said, a slight venomous tone in the last few words, almost able to hear a growl to it. She knew where she could get some rope, but waited to see if he would allow her to go without.

Her violet eyes caught little glimpses as she checked over everything that had been in her room just to be sure nothing was left behind, but the first thing she had taken and put in her skirt pocket was a ring, one that was her family's before her mother had passed and father ran from his debt, forcing her to sell her home to get the debt paid off as much as she could, but that was only a fraction paid and there had been so much more. Putting the thoughts to the back of her mind she focused on him, her ears up and listening while her tail swayed slowly behind her, at ease and fairly calm.

DomG · Nov 30, 2011

Her excuses about not needing to be put on a leash put a small smirk on Marcus's lips. Normally should a member of his pack disobey him or even fail to obey him quickly enough it could lead to a very loud threat or even a a quick blow not to inflict pain but instead to remind them that he was the one in charge and that his authority was beyond questioning. For now he was holding his alpha instincts back, there would be plenty of time for him to teach her how to behave later on, he would be showing her what her place was and others would help her learn and accept her place otherwise her life could be very miserable very fast. She mentioned that she liked to dance and because of that she wouldn't run but if she pushed him to far he could always just run a short chain from her neck to the ground make dancing or even really standing up impossible.

“Yes your contract is now in my hands and you will serve it out under my watchful eye from now on.” He said with a small chuckle as he drew himself up to his full height, dominating what little open space was available there and trying to imprint on her mind just how powerful and intimidating that he could be. “My name is Marcus though that is unimportant, you will call me master... and any disobedience will be dealt with rather harshly. Now since we have that most important part out of the way I will say it again, I want you to get a leash... rope, leather, a short length of chain I don't care what you get but you will find one and you will do so quickly... I want to leave the city before the sun is down.”

His patience was being strained in more way then one, not only did he just want her to listen to him so that he could leave this city and get back to his own village but he wanted to grab her and use her for his pleasure. As Alpha he could have whatever he wanted, he usually showed discretion but he had wanted this one since he saw her dance and in his mind he owned his contract so he owned her... he could use her however he liked and if the urge struck him pass her off to others for a little while just for his amusement. Still he was holding back for now, no reason not to get her back to his village before he took the pleasure that he now had available to him, his own fox dancer who would exist only to amuse him however he liked... and he had so many ideas In his head, countless wonderful ideas that he would never run out of with this lovely young lady to inspire him.

"Now get to it little one, before I grow annoyed."

Vixen_Mistress · Nov 30, 2011

Dayra knew that the contract had become his and he would make her work hard to pay it off, but she had a feeling it would not be paid off anytime soon since unless he intended for her to dance and make coin again she would have no way of paying it off. Thoughts flooded her mind as she watched him and listened to him fearing something she had managed to avoid for a long time and was probably the one thing that would make her try to run from him, him trying to make her a whore. Dayra had too much pride to allow herself to do that, although she knew many men would want her, she could not bring herself to do such a thing willingly. As she moved around the room her body tense and ears flattening against the top of her head in fear of the large male taking up most the pace, but she still spoke as she managed to get a rope from a box sitting not too far away and used a mirror to tie it before holding the other end out to him in disgust, the hate in her eyes for making her do this very clear, "How will I pay my debt off to you? Unless I can make some coin I would never be able to pay it back to you within my lifetime." She asked as calmly as she could although there was a slight hint of worry in the tone, one that said she wanted to be free of the debt and free to leave to where ever she wanted to go instead of stuck in his service for the rest of her life.

At the mention of him calling himself master she was stunned, she had never had to call that pig of a human such a thing and felt her heart sink in her chest at the thought of having to call this male Master. She had seen looks before and his seemed possessive and wanting, no doubt like many thinking about bedding the young female and doing what ever his imagination cooked up for him while she was in debt to him wishing the human had not forced the dancers to pickpocket, or else she could have just stayed and danced, but now she did not know what she was going to do, but then again she had just asked and hoped he would answer with something that was not the answer of making her bed him like a whore until her body paid the entire debt, because although she knew she would be worth much to sleep with she did not want him to think of her as that. Biting her lip hard to prevent herself from showing the hope in her eyes for an answer that was kind and not the obvious 'you will pay it with your body' or 'by bedding me' or something along those lines, but she did not hold her breath for an answer that would not terrify and anger her.

Holding out the rope to him as her leash she could not stand to look at him seeing as how he was one of her kind and would treat her like this, humiliate her in such a fashion and no doubt others in his town would see her like this and possibly comment, or stare at her and wonder what she had done to earn such a humiliating treatment, "Why must I wear this rope as a leash, why do you even need me to have a leash?" She asked, her voice soft and a little cold while she waited for an answer and maybe even one she expected to hear from him about the matter, but she just wanted to be sure he was that type of male before hating him as much as she could for his treatment of her having to bit her tongue to not speak and anger him by being upset about the entire dilemma.

DomG · Nov 30, 2011

He watched her closely as she moved to get the rope, seeing the subtle challenge in the stiff way she held herself, the anger from her posture. Oh she would need to learn a lesson before very long and if she was smart she would make sure that she paid attention to the lesson because if it didn't stick then he would need to teach her it repeatedly. That wasn't to terrible a thing though, most of the time he found correcting those who challenged him to be tedious but to teach her how to behave would no doubt be endlessly amusing and pleasurable for him. “Oh I am sure there are a variety of different ways that you can repay your debt to me.” He whispered, his voice low and hinting of the many things she likely suspected were on his mind already. “And I am sure that you are already thinking of several of them... but you will soon find that everyone in the Pack must contribute to it, everyone does their part or else they don't eat.”

No he wouldn't let her starve, that would be a waste but if she wanted to eat a regular and decent meal then she would need to bring more then just her body. No doubt someone as lithe and flexible as her who could pick pockets so subtly would be able to find a way to bring in more money to the Pack, they did more then just provide mercenaries, she could work with others to steal from the large manors of those with a great deal of wealth and if she showed the inclination slit a few throats as people slept in order to help move things along politically. People who did such jobs for the Pack always got a cut of the take but instead her cut would go to him and her debt... but even at the rates for normal jobs it would take some time.

Marcus allowed her to hold the rope out to him for a bit before he reached out to take it, never taking his eyes off hers and enjoying ever single second. “You have to wear this as a leash because I want you to and to ensure that you won't try to run off... not so long ago you picked my pocket and now you expect me to trust you at your word that you won't run?” TO him it seemed a rather simple thing to figure out, right now he couldn't trust her and he expected that a little bit of humiliation from being led around like this in public would be a decent start to making her behave herself. “Now gather your things up, I won't delay any more because you have questions for me.”

With that he turned away from her, giving the leash a sharp tug before leaving the room and starting along to get to his villiage.

Vixen_Mistress · Dec 1, 2011

She could not silent the scoff in her voice as she spoke in reference to his comment about her paying the debt back shaking her head, "Your right, your a male and typically would want something I do not want to give since I have not given it to anyone before, so its worth would take a large sum off of my debt if given to you since many would pay well to deflower a dancer such as myself. And I know my worth, as for contributing to the pack, you already know my skills, I can steal, dance, seduce stupid males and females who think they can win me, but I will not work in a brothel or as one of those in one, I made that choice long ago and would prefer to keep to it. Besides, I don't think others would be fine with me just being your personal dancer or more as a way to earn my keep so I won't be stuck tending to your... needs constantly..." Or so she hoped before following him. What she did not mention when she was talking was that although she had never killed that if given a good reason she would, or in selfdefense if attacked, because few would believe that she had been the one intending to kill due to her small slender and petite looking figure.

When he reached for the rope she handed to to him and avoided his gaze, her own away from his and trying to remain calm, her hair falling so it covered her collar and part of the rope so it would be less obvious, and if she remained close to him it would be gone as unnoticed as possible. His words to her about why she had to wear it stunned her and hurt her, her eyes misting over from the pain of his words as well as anger at him. With a free hand she wrapped her hand around the rope and gave a sharp tug back, hoping maybe to bring him closer to her as well as maybe throw him off by the strength in her, since most of her muscle was in her legs and she used it to her advantage, her movement was swift as she moved closer to him with a glare in her eyes her words soft and calm despite the look in her lovely eyes, "I picked your pocket because I was ordered to, we are given two choice, steal from customers, or whore ourselves to them once dancing is finished, I do not want to ruin my body by letting those disgusting perverts touch me, I was doing as I was ordered to." She said coolly while her eyes seemed to watch his own and then look around the room to distract herself.

"As for trusting me, I have been dancing and stealing for this little company for a long time and could have run with much coin to free myself, maybe even doop some stupid love struck male into taking the collar off and leave to live on my own, but I did not, I took responsibility for my dead family's debts and am still working them off, or else I would have run right after my last dance, I suspected you were going to get me in some way and seemed to know you would be taking me away from here, yet I stayed and waited for you and have not tried to run yet, nor will I. Honestly I don't care if you believe me or not because I have already said what I intend to do and am no coward to back out of this. Once my debt is paid I will leave and be free of you and your pack, but I will work it off through hard work preferably with my legs closed and doing something helpful." She said to him with confidence in her words.

Calming her nerves she was not sure what had happened, she had never been like that before but the smell of the male near her seemed to make her blood boil, and being a virgin also meant she had never gone through her heat and it was well over due and seeking a worthy male to make her submit and quench it when it arose. Taking a few steps back she followed him outside the room, trying to not look humiliated as she walked with him to the carriage, not caring since she would not see them again. Once to the carriage she waited for him to get in first, as was the Master's position and he was more important than her.

DomG · Dec 2, 2011

She was lucky at that moment, lucky that no one in the pack was anywhere nearby to see her disrespect of him, right now he could afford to be patient and was willing to wait to punish her and show her first hand what the end result of her lack of respect would be. To challenge him before others would be weakening his position but alone it was just something that irked him, angered him and pushed his tolerance of her attitude. That was hardly the only way that she was lucky though, she was also lucky that he had the foresight to arrange for a carriage back to his village at this time of the day, otherwise she would have been half dragged behind him as he walked to the village and while the walk was easy enough for him he wondered how she would handle it being pulled along behind him as he didn't break his pace in the least.

HE had nearly been pulled off balance when she pulled back against him, normally she wouldn't have been able to move him in the least, his body towering over hers and the very hard muscle that he cultivated in order to keep his position. However she had caught him off guard with the sudden movement and though he remained on his feet for a moment he stumbled back toward her before regaining his footing and glaring at her before continuing to pull her out toward the carriage, this time he was ready for any attempt to break away from him that she might make, not letting up the pressure at all and once he was inside the carriage he pulled her in behind him, making sure that she was sitting on his lap, his hands on her hips to keep her from actually getting away from him, the most she would be able to do was squirm around which he would enjoy greatly.

“I think I see the problem.” He grunted into her ear as the carriage began rolling, the ride not the smoothest possible but they began to move quickly and to him the pace was really all that mattered, the cushions were rather comfortable and the curtains on the windows kept them nice and cool as well as affording them a great deal of privacy. “A virgin at your age, and such a lovely one as well.” As he spoke his fingers dug into her hips, slowly twisting further down.

His voice grew deeper as he spoke, he allowed the very first stages of the change to come over him, facial hair growing thicker and his eyes turning a bright yellow color. “You seem to misunderstand a few things though, if you run I will chase you down and I will catch you every time... and if you don't give me what I want whenever I want it then I will just take it from you. I honestly don't care if you are willing or not though I assure you that if you give yourself to me you will find a great deal more pleasure in the experience.” He could practically smell it on her, the wasted potential, the knowledge that once she was in heat it would be oh so easy to just bend her to his will and have what he desired... the proximity of her body was driving him towards those desires rapidly and if she wouldn't behave then he would have her anway.

Vixen_Mistress · Dec 2, 2011

Seeing the look in his eyes of anger she knew she had caught him off guard with the pull and was content with having given him a piece of her mind and hoped he choked on it. As she was dragged by the rope she hardly struggled, but seemed to have difficulty keeping up with him until he was in the carriage and forced her to sit in his lap. Yelling and struggling she attempted to get out of his lap, her hands dropping her basket on the floor while her hands went to try and protect her body although she knew he was stronger than her and she stood no chance of stopping him. "I am a virgin because I chose to be and was allowed to give the only thing that was truly mine to who I wished, and have found no one I care for, or find worthy for such a gift of myself to be given." She recoiled as she stilled in his lap, knowing struggling might be just what he wanted and she did not want him to have reason for trying to take her in this carriage. When he began changing her body grew tense, her senses already much greater than any humans and the smell of the male she sat upon was wonderful, calming her in a strange way so she sat in his lap with little fight, her body tense, but no longer struggling.

"My virginity is not a problem, I only want one to have it and would prefer to have only one, the human girls and males did not understand my words, of mates and things you would understand and did not hold themselves highly or it as important as I see it being." She said softly, her tone calm, soft, and almost dreamily. But she shook her head a little to clear her mind and responded to his possibility of chasing her. "I said I would not run, and I have not. And you may be able to take what you want, but to use me so coldly will not be the same as my cooperation and participation, I think you misunderstand me, I smelt what you were and instead of the humans taking from you which you would have had no interest in I did it instead, and gave the money back with the hope I could leave that place and do something for more than just that one greasy human man, you said it yourself I would have to work and earn things on my own, surly my skills could be of use around your pack. Teaching maybe?" She asked while she reached for her shawl so she could wrap it around herself to warm her body, not wanting him to have any reason to fondle her, although she had little doubt he would keep his hands to himself since they were already on her hips.

Once calmed and thinking clearly again she looked up at him curiously from over her shoulder, her head fitting just right under his chin, "What is your home like, the land, your pack, the people there? And what do you do? Clearly you are built strong and proud, a warrior would not surprise me. Are there others of my kind there, foxes?" She asked, the last making her sound a little hopeful since her family was dead, but maybe she had cousins or distant relatives somewhere. Truly the female had never lived in a pack before and was curious about it, and him.

DomG · Dec 5, 2011

Her words were more then a little bit amusing to Marcus, for her to say that she had it because she had chosen not to give it up seemed so naive. Perhaps that was how it worked with humans who chose not to be promiscuous but among his kind, in the pack strength was everything. You either had to be strong enough to defend what was yours and keep it from being taken or if you were fortunate then you had those around you with the strength to keep you safe and well protected. Unfortunately for the little fox sitting in his lap there was no one in the pack stronger then her new owner, if there had been then he wouldn't have been able to hold onto his position as Alpha for as long as he had, and he didn't plan to give it up to anyone any time soon. With a small scoff to show her how little he thought of such sentimentality his hands began to move, from her hips down over to her legs and ontop of her knees, from there slowly sliding upward and pushing up the material of her skirt as they did, the rough calluses on his fingers and palms contrasting with the silky smooth skin of her legs. He might be willing to wait for a little while before he took her but... no reason he couldn't take his time to tease her a bit and he would likely enjoy himself a little bit as well.

“Perhaps you will be able to make yourself useful as a teacher.” He mused into her ear, his voice thick now not only with his partial change but also with growing lust, evident in the bulge that was growing in his pants by the moment, the heat coursing through his body, the heavier breathing, and of course by the movement of his hands, a rhythmic squeezing of of his fingers followed by a release and a slide ever so slightly upward before repeating, testing and enjoying her body and reactions in equal measure. “Teaching those less experienced how they could become as proficient as you are when it comes to picking the pockets of suitably distracted men... maybe even giving a lesson or two in dance. However you still end up belonging to me, any lessons that you might be giving will take place when you aren't serving me in any way that I desire, as a dancer, a concubine, even if I decide to use you as a breeder then you will have no choice in the matter.”

Her question about what it was like had thrown him a little bit though, its not that he couldn't answer but more that he wasn't sure where to start with it. “My pack.” He said, his hands continuing their relentless if rather lazy movement. “And yes they are my pack... all kinds are welcome there provided they are willing to work and contribute in some way, the only exception being those of great youth or great age... though the older members often teach and mentor the newest. We get by separate from humans, one of the few places where those like us can live all on our own and embrace what we are without fear of some religious extremists or human purists hunting us down. In my pack the strong have what they want and the weak either learn to serve the strong or become strong themselves to hold onto what it is they want... survival of the fittest is what we embrace and if you want to survive there I would suggest you embrace me. I am after all the strongest, the best one to keep you safe.”

HE chuckled now, his fingers just inches, a small shift or two away from the junction of her thighs. “So my little fox, why don't you tell me just how happy you are that you are to be given an opportunity to serve me.”

Vixen_Mistress · Dec 5, 2011

Feeling his hands did not bother her, she had been touched gentle before even to the point he was moving to, but once he took his hands too far she would try to stop him and even put up a bit of a fight for what was hers. She let him run his large hand up her legs and down them then up her skirt, growing a little tense against him as she felt his hands wandering silencing any sounds of pleasure or protest to hear his words when he spoke of teaching her heart fluttered at the thought and she seemed excited to be teaching to dance, more so than anything else, but at the mention of him using her as his servant, concubine or breeder, all making her growl slight, at the thought of being forced to breed his pups shaking a little in fear of it and struggle in his lap a little, "If I am to be your servant, concubine, or breeder how will that come out of my debt? I hardly think you could charge me for every time you would want to use me, or per child I might bare for you and if I can not work in some way to pay it all off, I do not want to remain your slave for the rest of my life, I want to be free again, and being your slave for your pleasure will not work off my debt unless charging you for every time you want me including taking my flower." She said as calmly as she could.

She was stubborn and not easily distracted even as his hands wandered over her body until he came too close to where she did not want him touching and moved her hands to stop his hand from going further. His question was answered swiftly and she spoke her mind about it. "Even servants are given wages, what will I be paid for being your servant, even in debt I won't work for free, I need to work toward getting rid of my family's debt. As for being your servant, I suppose I am lucky to have the strongest male interested in me and able to protect me, but it does not mean I have to like it unless there is something in it for me, and more than just pleasure." She said quickly, clearly as clever as most foxes were known to be and working out any details not covered while she attempted to get out of his grip, "Stop this, we are in a carriage and I don't want this, not here, not like this," She snapped at him, trying to be brave, but the fear in her was clear and showed in her eyes.

DomG · Dec 5, 2011

She did raise an interesting point, she did owe a debt and he didn't intend to be like the previous holder of that debt, keeping her around for as long as he wanted without any possibly way out for her in sight. Even the leader of a pack of mercenaries, killers, soldiers, and thieves for hire had to have a sense of honor and standards otherwise it would be rather dificult for him to find anyone who would be willing to hire him on. “AN interesting thought that one.” He admitted, his hands ceasing their movement more because of her question then because her hands had been put in a place to keep him from moving them any further or her objections, he was strong enough that he could easily do whatever he wanted with her and her struggles and attempts to stop him would likely avail little further then a mild hindrance. Even with his hands not moving any further though they continued to squeeze and release, digging deeper into her flesh before relaxing, as though measuring her in some way that couldn't be entirely explained.

“We shall have to come to some sort of arrangement, perhaps counting a set amount of time rather then a simple amount of money that is owed and allowing you to use any wages that you earn to chip away at the time when you want to or to keep the money and just let the time pass.” The exact time would take a bit of thinking to figure out, the amount she owed was a substantial sum and it would have taken her quite a few years to pay off if it were just a standard buy your way out of it setting, a moments thought telling him that if she were to pull as many jobs as were likely to come her way and all they money went to him with the exception of what she needed to stay alive she would still be working for five years to get rid of the debt. “I think we should call it six years, we can calculate how much it will cost you to buy off the time in one month increments for simplicity.” He might be making it possible for her but he was still going to hold onto her.

“Now I will make this very simple for you my pet, you can either tell me how happy you are to belong to me or I can just take what I want here and now... what will it be?”

Vixen_Mistress · Dec 5, 2011

Feeling his hands stop for the moment she relaxed against him, listening to him and nodding her head until he said six years, her heart stopping his her chest as she felt herself tense a little, that would be enough time for him to impregnate her a few times and keep a child if she had one for him, as well as leave her older than many would want, none would want her as a mate, or lover, she would have no name for herself outside his pack and have no foot hold in the human world as she did not, he would cut her off from everything for just those six years, the idea of it making her dizzy before shaking her head, “And if I were to give you everything and anything I make instead of keeping it, how long then, no offense, but I do not want to have to remain here for that long, you would take everything from me, what should be the best parts of my life as your toy instead of enjoyed being free. No one would want me after being in your pack, as yours especially if I bare children for you, you would ruin me forever just for staying here that long. Most of my life was taken, and now more of it.” She said softly, her heart hurting so badly at the realization of what he wanted the last words barely a whisper.

Hearing his words and the question again she answered him in a cold tone, though thankful he had taken much fight and spirit out of her for stating the time she would have to be stuck with him. “Thank you for taking my debt, I am lucky to belong to you now and know I will be protected by you.” She said, not meaning much of it, but he had said he wanted to hear it, not that she had to really mean it. Her body was shaking and she wanted to break down as she had when she found out that the dance director had taken her debt, at that time she had no one around to see, but he was right under her and she had no where to go and let it all out before having to accept what was happening and adapt and adjust to him and his pack. She remained still, her ears flattened without her even knowing it, eyes misting with tears that she refused to let fall around him, and all her muscles were coiled, wanting to lash out, to be upset that she did not get to live her life because of her father and his gambling problems, and so it got passed onto her once she was the only one left. Shaking slightly she let herself relax against him, curling up in his arms and body for warmth and comfort although she was not about to tell him why she needed comfort, it was personal and she did not want to open up to him that much yet since she just had and was not sure what his reaction would be since her kind were naturally emotional but often tried to hide it until left alone.

DomG · Dec 5, 2011

He didn't exactly feel pity for her as she reacted to the amount of time that he had told her that she would be starting off with. Given the amount that someone of her talents could make then it would be quite possible for her to pay off the debt in two... though it would be very hard work and two and a half would be a more realistic number for her. It wasn't his concern about if this was fair or nice for her, he had gone through the trouble of freeing her from the unpleasant and likely unending situation that she had found herself in where it would have probably only been a matter of time before that disgusting human who had been her owner had forced himself upon her. “Well with hard work you will be able to work it off in two and a half, maybe three months depending on how many jobs come our way. I wont however be giving you any special preference for work until you prove your talents to me and if you make mistakes on jobs then work will be coming your way less often.” Again, it was only fair, those who were best got the most work while those with less then average talents might have to go without. “I doubt that will be a problem for you though, you seem to have quite a talent for thievery and with any luck and should the demand hold at its current levels, your life will be yours in a little while.”

As she curled up against him he wasn't so cruel that he would just ignore her. He knew that she hadn't meant the words but it was quite nice to hear it, a simple example of submission from her showing that she was willing to do the best thing for herself in order to assure that nothing were to happen to her. As a reward for her little show of submission to him he moved his left hand from her thigh, reaching up to wrap the arm around her and hold her to his chest while his right hand continued to stroke her leg softly, enjoying the sensation of her body against him even as her body was tense and clearly ready to strike. That thought made him smirk a little, if she were about to strike out against him that would be more then a little amusing, a small diversion and he would not only be able to test her strength through such a manner but again he would be able to force submission from her without much difficulty.

“The sooner you give into me the better things will go for you.” He assured her, his voice returning to normal as his human form reasserted itself entirely, the arousal was still there but he was reigning it in for the time being, they would likely be arriving in the village before long and while the cramped confines of the carriage was hardly ideal his own home was a more then perfect setting to introduce her to her new station in life.

Vixen_Mistress · Dec 6, 2011

Sensing that he was changing back to human form she seemed a little upset by it, the little fox liked him in his more wolfish form, and wanted to see what he looked like as a full were wolf, the though making her body heat up a little, knowing it was seeking a strong male to mate with her, but she was trying to keep control of herself since she did not know him and was still upset with him, though the thought of not having to stay as long was welcoming and she was confident that she could get a job done without getting caught. “You are the first to catch me at what I was doing, unless the person knows what to look for, and those I can pick out of crowds and know not to steal from, you could smell that I had taken it, humans can not and when as drunk as they were they loose track and figure they left the purse of coins at home or have no idea who had taken it.” She Pointed out calmly, remaining still against him, glad he was not groping her.

“But I am more than just a pickpocket, although I can teach that, I also could do more. I have never killed, but I can do breaking and entering for valuables as well as other things. And dancing is more than just that, it is entertaining, but it works muscles that are needed for escaping from different complicated situations, and builds strength in areas needed for such a job and teaches body movements needed to picking pockets. Learning to dance will make it much more simple for a male or female, though not all are good for such a job, like yourself. You are more of a leader, in charge and a warrior, far too large to be unnoticed and easy to hide, well from someone like myself that is.” She explained, rather proud of her skills. The girl liked explaining her uses so he could not say she was useless or knew nothing and so he may figure out some way of putting her to use other than keeping her on her back or hands and knees. She seemed to desire the chance to teach, mainly dance, but she would take what she could get at the moment.

Sighing softly she nodded, a little frustrated, “I understand my situation and have accepted it, I am in debt to you, meaning my body is yours to use if you choose to and no doubt will at some point, either I can cooperate and make it easier on myself or fight and get hurt and be of no use, I just have to adjust or suffer and I have done enough suffering to last a life time.” She said coldly, showing she understood the situation and knew what was expected of her, but she needed time to take things in and adapt to this. “I will try my best to do what it is you want, but I need you to be patient with me, I have never lived in a pack, and I have no one but myself, so this is difficult for me to take in all at once and I am not use to the way you run things. Do not hurt me, I will try to cooperate, but I am frightened of you and what you could do to me since you are in charge and I just met you and already you want me and for me to give myself to you, which I will do, but surely you want wait until after tonight so I might become acquainted with your pack?” She asked, wanting to be able to get a feel for things, and knew about her new prison until it might be able to become a home until she was free to leave, and who knew, maybe she would like the place and choose to stay as a free woman there and seek a mate instead of him as an owner, since she figured with him being the pack leader he would have females of his kind and others much stronger wanting to mate with him.

That then brought up another question in her mind, “You are the packs alpha, a strong wolf, and handsome in a brutish and barbaric way…” She said, not wanting to stroke his ego too much, “Surely you have a mate that will not want you doing such things with me?” She said, making it a question, asking if he had a mate and if so would she kill the vixen for allowing herself to be used by her husband, or just pure jealousy since often in those cases accidents happened and females were territorial over their men.

DomG · Dec 8, 2011

Her protests about how good she was only got a grunt of mild annoyance from Marcus, he didn't care if he was the first to ever catch her picking pockets because the kind of money she was likely to get through picking pockets was chump change compared to the sort of jobs they were called into do. Museums, banks, the homes of the wealthy, the thieves of his pack mostly comprised of Neko and Fox could get in and out of all of them with little difficulty. She claimed she could do breaking and entering and no doubt she had the sort of grace that was needed but that meant very little at all to him, for those jobs she would start off on something easy with someone significant more skilled and trusted watching over her to verify how talented she really was. “Most of our thieves are already in peak physical shape, your ability to teach dance will likely come at face value.” He warned her with a small sneer, knowing that his large body could move much more gracefully then people would ever guess, just being strong or fast wasn't always enough to keep you on top and Marcus would do whatever was needed to stay there.

“Tonight though I will be assessing your talents for dance personally.” He whispered, the intent quite clear in his voice, the assessment would be done only for his personal pleasure, before when she had danced it had been far to short and to many other men nearby had kept him from enjoying the sight of her movements as much as he would have liked. Alone, in his home he would have her all to himself, a private dance from the most graceful dancer he had ever seen seemed like just the way to end a day of relaxation.

Her protest that she would need time to adapt to the pack and her request that she be allowed to wait till the next day however caused his tone to change, a small snarl escaping from his throat as his body stiffened quite noticeably. He had intended to have her nearly right away and there was no reason at all that he couldn't have her... he owned her, could have her how and whenever she liked and if he wanted to she would beg him for more when he was completely satisfied. “You will adapt.” He growled to her. “We aren't meant to live by ourselves and having our own kind around is always a boon... and the first thing you will need to learn is to obey the Alpha no matter what.”

And her question, about why he didn't have a mate was one that only served to darken his mood... she really knew what to bring up at the worse time possible... a singular talent she possessed. He really didn't have any reason to answer her question on such a personal topic, no reason at all to tell her that not only would actually selecting a mate from the members of the Pack would complicate his standing with the others... that even in a pack with a powerful Alpha there were political factions who sought to bring about the best possible position for themselves through manipulation and underhanded means, or to tell her that he hadn't found anyone worthy of his undivided attention for any extended period of time. These things were true but none of them were her concern so instead she got an answer more fitting for her status. “Why I have not found a proper mate is none of your concern little one.” He growled. “For the time being you will be handling any needs that I might have and if there are any objections to this you should best voice them now.”

Vixen_Mistress · Dec 8, 2011

Sighing softly she figured he would give up on bothering trying to talk to him since he seemed to only be angered by her words and talking, knowing she would have to prove her skill but she glared over her shoulder at him as he commented about the dancing, shrugging her shoulders a little not really caring what he thought about it. But when he mentioned her not needing to know his marital status she smirked a little while she shook her head slowly, "So most likely you don't have one because either you have not found someone you bothered wanting that much or too many problems came with many wanting you in your pack." She said as she looked out the carriage.

Giving a harsh laugh she nodded her head, "Yes I have many objections to you, wanting me to satisfy you, do what it is you want, give everything to you because of the debt, tell me nothing of yourself saying it is not my business when I think otherwise. Being down right cold and rude to me when I have tried to be nice, respectful, and accepting of all this you just dumped on me. So far I have been behaving rather well apart from asking questions and speaking my mind." She voice since he had said to make them known, not that she figured for him to be one to listen or even give a damn about what she said. Leaning back against him she was careful not to move too much, knowing it could not be much further, but she was also very nervous, she did not want to be introduced if he was going to introduce her as his slave, toy, dancer, thief, or what ever other things he could call her, but she also did not like people disliking her, and this being the first pack she was brought into she did not know what to expect.

Trembling for a moment she thought to herself about the past and bit her lower lip softly, "I do not want to have to satisfy your sexual needs since no doubt you have been thinking about that for a long time now, but I have a feeling you will give me no other choice and it worries me. I was not this much of a slave to the man whom had the debt before and managed to do what I loved most there, I would have been content with staying and dancing, I did not want to be a thief, but I was good at it, and despite that dancing won't bring much in the way of money it is what I enjoy and I will not give it up and I will take what time I can when not being used by you to practice and try to enjoy my life, or what I have left of it that you don't take from me." She said bitterly, knowing most of everything she did he could and would control until he had her on such a tight leash she would do anything to just get freedom to do something she enjoyed or wanted to do. Shaking a little at the thought she tried to get off of his lap, feeling uncomfortable with how aggressive he was being toward her and sexual with the virgin. She remained silent for a while, looking out the carriage and avoiding him any way she could, confused with herself, knowing the way she was brought up and what she was feeling were fighting with each other, her more animal side saying a strong male would be wonderful and keep her safe and give her strong and beautiful children, while the other part of her said that he wants her body, nothing more, and if she were to become with child that either she would have to stay or forced to leave her child here if she wanted to leave, knowing he would never allow her to go with his child or children if she were to get pregnant. Shaking that from her thoughts she wondered if it would be possible to find a mate who would wait until she payed off her debt to possible be with her since she figured the wolf would tire of her and seek someone else once bored of her, and he had not said she could not look for potential mate when here, though she would probably be lectured on it and anyone with interest scared off by her new master, the word leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

DomG · Dec 10, 2011

He might have told her that she was allowed to voice her objections at that moment but that didn't mean that he had to be happy about her choosing to do so. However he wasn't going to punish her for it considering she had been given permission this time, in the future he would not be so lenient with her and giving her he right to speak on such things. As she tried to get off his lap he practically growled at her, angered she was attempting to get away from her when he was enjoying the simple pleasure of contact with her, hands gripping and holding her in place with his fingers digging tightly into her hips to prevent her from moving and even cause her a little bit of pain. “I am sure that you probably didn't enjoy your former status all that much when it first began.” He pointed out, struggling to keep his voice level and very much failing to keep the annoyance from it. “And believe me you will enjoy serving me even more, the pleasures of the flesh have eluded you for your entire life but tonight you will be shown the most simple idea of what is possible.”

His eyes narrowed and he was silent for a moment. “However... and this is hardly a guarantee you had better understand that right away, if you manage to satisfy me with your dance and other means then I will leave your virginity intact for the evening and take your properly tomorrow.” Patience, he was trying to remind himself how important patience was and retain control of himself as she attempted to get away from him. If he were to just force himself upon her that night then she might attempt to slit his throat in his sleep... though his body craved her in the most intimate ways possible, practically ached with the need to change to his more bestial form and mount her like an animal, fucking her until he swelled inside and left them tied together until his body was finally able to relax and release her... her body marked in ways subtle and public, his scent, marks of his teeth upon her neck, the moisture that he would leave in her womb leaking from between her thighs.

That train of though, emphasized by the way that he was grinding against her shapely rear, was interrupted as the carriage came to a halt. With a growl Marcus gave the air a quick sniff, just to verify that they were in the right place and this wasn't some foolish attempt to stop in the middle of no where and have him robed by a group of highwaymen. They were in the right spot though and with a grunt Marcus stood, helping his dancer to her feet and taking hold of the leash. Since the ride had been paid for before they had even been picked up Marcus departed the carriage without a word, leading the way for the fox on the end of the rope. As they emerged from the carriage the moon was high and full, the sun having set as they were on the way home, even with the full moon it was still a rather dark night and few people were out and about at that time, a variety of werewolf, Fox, and Neko as well as a few other less common varieties of hybrids, all of whom were in various states of change, some appearing to be human, some having changed to full animal shape, while a few walked about with their bodies in between the two.

With improvised leash in hand and Fox in tow Marcus made his way through the village, a few of the people out and about calling out greetings to him but most smart enough to see that he was a man with a destination in mind and let him pass without a word. Within moments they had arrived at his home, a comfortably sized home on the western side of the village, it was not the largest around but it was more then large enough for his needs, bit enough to easily house a family of five without people stepping on each others toes. “Welcome to your new home pet.” He said with a smile, glad to be home because of the comforts there, as a wolf he was quite territorial and was always at his most comfortable in the heart of his own territory. With a key drawn from his pocket he opened the doors and led into the darkened home.

Vixen_Mistress · Dec 10, 2011

Giving a soft huff to his words she told herself to not give into him, to not let him think she was weak and would fall head over heels for him quickly, or not make him frustrated by her restraint in being close to him, knowing it probably drove him mad that he would not have her in the carriage. Whimpering softly and bringing her hands to the ones on her hips she tried to ease his grip her body no longer relaxed, but tense and wanting away from what was hurting and frightening her since the male under her was clearly large, stronger, and probably faster than she was, so when it came to fight or flight she was not stupid, to try fighting him like this was clearly not the option she would go with. "I did not like my job at first, but I had to work my way up to be a lead dancer and earn the most money to be left alone and not forced to do anything I did not want to. But I started to like it despite he never lowered my debt, and I know my math, I paid off quite a bit of it, but he made excuses to keep it as high as possible." She explained, a hint of the pain from his fingers digging into her flesh evident and she wondered if he would leave bruises on her silky skin, knowing that with how pale she was it would be very obvious and she would have to wear something to hide it.

Her head moved so she could look at him again, still once more and wondering if he was telling the truth about leaving her virginity intact for the evening, wondering how long she might be able to keep him from using her for her first time since the thought of it not only excited her, but frightened her a little, especially with a male like him. "And by other means of course you are probably refering to other things to pleasure you should I be able to cooperate?" She knew it would be easy enough to do that with her hands and not have to do much else, but she doubted he would not want himself in her mouth and with her full red lips wrapped around him. He was right however, if he forced her she probably would try to hurt him back, not certain if she could kill him, but there were other ways to hurt people, although she figured if he were to be killed he would not come after her and the pack would either leave her alone and seek another alpha, or hunt her down, but she doubted that last part.

Dayra whimpered in protest to his grinding against her in the carriage, that being the only reason she wanted out of his lap, not minding the closeness but the scent, and feeling of sex and much more terrified her, most likely because of her inexperience, but it did not change how she felt about this, he was treating her as a slave and pet and she did not like or appreciate it wondering if he would change his tune if she were with child or free, would he be different toward her, more respectful... she nearly laughed at her own thought the voice in the back of her mind laughing hard after shouting in her head 'Yeah right'. But then again she did not know him, he would not tell her much about himself, and if he spoke more about him she might even be willing to cooperate more and be what he wanted, unlikely, but not entirely impossible.

Once the carriage stopped she nearly jumped out of his lap as he stood and watched him grasp the leash, her ears folding back while she locked her jaw and said nothing about it, hating the damn thing the moment he put it to use, not minding it before, but when he used it to pull at her was when it really rubbed her the wrong way. Once outside she remained close to hopefully hide the stupid rope and prevent others from seeing it, not wanting them to make assumptions, although they probably already had or would be very shortly. Walking through she barely looked at people, not wanting to be seen like this and for this to be their first impression of her in this place, humiliating and making her want to leave all the more. Once to his house she entered with him and looked around, taking note of the size of the house, wondering who else lived her. "Would you be angry with me if I asked you about yourself?" She asked, wanting to know more about the male who owned her now, trying to be comfortable with him enough to feel calm around him. If she could just know more about him or have even some sense of kindness in him it would probably make her more at ease and possibly able to do more of what it was he demanded she do without having to demand or order her to do something.

Shaking the thoughts from her head she had to think of something less depressing, "If you do not have a mate, then does anyone live here with you? Parents, family?" She asked, not sure if his parents were gone like hers and she had made it apparent that her own family was dead and so while it may be a sensitive subject for him, it was one for her as well and she wanted him to see she was interested in him as a person, as opposed to other women who might have just seen him as a nice one night stand, besides she was to be stuck with him for years and figured she would find out sooner or later, so why not sooner. She gazed around the house, knowing it was larger than hers had been, and smiled at the thought of little ones running around this place to make it more warm and homey, to liven it up more. Blushing a little she looked back to him with interest, did he want children, and if so, with whom? A Mate, any woman he lay with... perhaps a slave? That thought seemed unlikely, but she too had thoughts like that from time to time, and it was in her nature to want such things even if he was being a bit of a brute in her opinion.

DomG · Dec 10, 2011

Once in the home Marcus made his way deeper in, able to see without to much trouble despite the darkness but still wanting to light a fire so that he would be able to see even better and warm the house. On a table just inside the house was a box of matches that he picked up and after striking one he quickly flicked it into the large fire place that dominated the living room. For a moment there was nothing but soon the wood caught light and began to grow larger and larger, spreading flickering light and warmth through the room and revealing details of his home to Dayra.

It was clearly the home of someone quite powerful, someone who enjoyed hunting and other expressions of strength. The walls were hung with hunting trophies, many pelts of large Elk and Deer and a few Bear but more then just that there were also broken weapons and armor, trophies that had clearly come from a very different kind of struggle and like any true man proud of his own abilities they had all been earned through hard work and effort on his part. Just looking at some of them brought a smile to his lips, he still had scars from some of those struggles, scars that his little fox would see before very long.

“You are welcome to ask any questions you like.” He said with a small chuckle as he began to unbutton the jacket that he was wearing, setting it aside on a nearby leather couch that was clearly heavily used but didn't look any worse for its age. “However I would advise you to pick and chose when you ask those questions, if I am in a bad mood then it is likely not a good time to ask a question that would lead to my mood darkening, but if I am in a good mood then the odds are decent that I will indulge you with an answer.” As he spoke he continued to undress, he might be comfortable in civilization, in the guise of just a normal human being but at the end of the day he wanted to fully embrace what he was and ruining his clothing in order to do so just seemed like a waste.

Her question about his homes size was a bit of a strange one though and he had to ponder it for a moment as he was removing his shirt, not because he didn't know the answer but because he didn't know how to answer. His shirt was set aside before he could speak, revealing a body covered in muscle earned through hard work that most couldn't contemplate... and quite a few scars as well, small punctures from arrows, a few long scars from shallow sword strokes and a particularly nasty one centered in his chest from an axe blow many years ago that had only been turned aside by his sternum, and even then just barely. “I have this home because I want it.” He grunted as a response once he had figured out what he wanted to say. “Right now it is large for me by myself but I don't intend to always be by myself... family is something that I want when things are less complicated for me.” The truth, he had given it to her and was curious about how she would take it.

“Enough questions for now though pet, why don't you come help me with my pants so I don't end up ruining them.” He teased her with a smirk.

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