Caught Pick Pocketing

[Vixen_Mistress]

Watching the fire place begin to blaze slowly she managed to get a better look at the home and while it was nice she was not certain about it being too homey for a family, this male really would need a female to warm this place up, but she had to remind herself it was not her and should not be since clearly there would be a large disagreement about her possibly being his mate since so many other families wanted him to be with their daughters without a doubt and would cause a few challenges to come her way from anyone thinking she was not made for such a position. Sighing softly she set her things down near the door, not certain if she would have a room or maybe just a small area to sleep in, possibly on the floor.

Seeing all the heads of animals did not bother her too much, she merely hope it was not like this through the whole house. The blades and other armors and weapons made the little fox curious about how many battles he might have been in and how they came about, knowing some might have been for dominance, but surly not all. When he spoke of her asking questions she rolled her eyes and gave a soft laugh, "How am I to know what will put you in a bad mood? Wait until you yell at me, glare, hurt me, or will you be nice enough to say you would rather not talk about it at the moment as opposed to snapping at me?" She asked, finding that was how the director had acted toward her and he had snapped at her a few times on the way when she had been asking calm questions.

With his shirt gone Dayra found herself looking over his broad chest, over first the build, muscles, and how they were sculpt to the bone and then his skin seemed poured on against the muscles, but then she noticed the scars and moved a little close to see better at the one in the center of his chest bringing a hand up she gently ran a finger over it, "What happened? How did you get all of these?" She asked curiously, not really noticing she was touching him while he talked of his home and wanting a family she smiled and nodded her head, her eyes almost thinking about something dreamily, "Yes a family is a wonderful thing, have you parents? Siblings?" She asked, trying to be gentle with the question although she had already stated her parents were both dead and she had no one. "I hope that when my debt is paid I can have a family of my own in my own home that is mine, something I earn or create with a mate if I can find one after this is over. But how are things going to be less complicated, you are the Alpha, are you not? Things might always be difficult for you no matter what."

Looking at him she nodded her head slowly when he told her to help remove his pants, not understanding how she would ruin them or how he would, she was dancing after all, not fucking him in his chair or so she convinced herself for the time being. His smirk did not go unnoticed and she held back from smiling up at him with the blush in her cheeks her hands going to his pants and helping remove them, keeping her eyes averted since she was rather shy and not certain of this or why he needed to do such a thing, she knew she would have to concentrate on everything she did to avoid his gaze and watching his body, wondering if it would be more difficult than it sounded. Once his pants were down to his ankles she was careful about getting back up, not knowing if he had anything on under and not wanting to look at those undergarments or what might be right there. With her eyes away and looking at the fire she carefully stood and then looked back up at him keeping her eyes up, "Would you like for me to change into one of the other outfits I have? This is not a dancing dress." She asked, not knowing if he cared about the outfit since dancing could be done in it, but it did not show as much skin and was a normal outfit for her.

 

[DomG]

Marcus was just tempted to ignore her question about what his mood would be like, did she not realize how to recognize the moods of others just based on instincts? If she didn't learn quickly then she would have a rather hard time living among the members of the pack who tended to be a bit more primal and territorial then a village or city full of people would be. He would work to keep her safe when he was able to because she was of his of course but if she wasn't able to learn then he wouldn't be enough to protect her... after all he couldn't be there all the time. “I am sure you will be able to figure things out, just pay attention to your instincts and you should be able to figure things out... anger, happiness, lust, all these feelings and more have their own scents.”

Her next question was one he was more comfortable with and his breath hissed in as she ran her fingers over his scars, reaching up to press his hand over hers, trapping it against the solid muscle. “Didn't I already say?” He asked with a chuckle, his eyes alight with a combination of amusement and desire brought about by her closeness. “This village survives through mercenary work, being the Alpha means that I have to show that I am willing to lead from the front, before I assumed my position I fought countless times to make sure that the pack was well fed and continued to survive.” With gentle pressure he moved her hand from one scar to the other. “A small border skirmish in a far away land, a back alley brawl while working as a body guard, this one... an axe in the chest during a gladiatorial match, I tore my opponents arm off while his axe was stuck against me.” There was a savage look in his eyes when he spoke of it, the memory one that he clearly enjoyed. “I did have family, my mother and father died in a war when I was young, my older brother got unlucky in a bar brawl a few years back... I have a younger sister who left the Pack years ago in order to live in nature... some do that every few years.” He wasn't to upset about any of those things, it happened in life and he had long ago learned to accept this.

He watched her carefully as she started to undo his pants and pushed it down, he knew she was confused about what he meant by ruining them but she would understand before very long. He was comfortable going as a human for an extended period of time but after a while it became like an itch that needed to be scratched and if you didn't do so from time to time then you just became irritable. “You shouldn't avert your eyes.” He warned her, still amused enough to be teasing without actual anger entering his voice. “You will see it sooner or later... now go change into whatever outfit you think will please me the most and do be quick about it... as the anticipation builds I find it harder to maintain patience.”

Then, no warning given he allowed the change to come over him. It happened quickly, not like many humans thought it would be but instead he seemed to shift and swell for an instant before suddenly he was something else. Taller now he was nearly seven feet tall, his chest broader and his body covered in a dark fur, his eyes a bright golden color... the perfect example of a werewolf. “My pants would have been ruined.” He grunted as he backed away from her, licking his lips and sniffing the air as he sat in one of the chairs, the leather creaking beneath his weight. “Now hurry along little one... my patience is finite.”

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

Dayra did not mind his answer about instinct wondering if he understood humans were what she had grown up around and often did not have much of a different scent with perfumes and things to disguise their feelings, she had after all lived with her parents most the time and they had been open and forward with her about their feelings. Shaking the thoughts of her parents from her mind she smiled and listened to the explination of his family, nodding slowly and finding she understood a bit about that, but the thought of him having a sister out there was interesting since she had been an only child, her mother unable to bare another after her.

She almost pulled back from shock him touching and holding her hand in place, not expecting the gesture or the gentle touch to her own hand. Remaining still she looked up at him and listened intently to his stories about the markings on him, the thought of the battle axe going into his chest making her cringe, knowing it must have hurt terribly, even if he was a strong powerful male it would hurt anyone, but she supposed it could have been worse. Letting her fingers trail over it for a moment she nodded her head, "I see, well hopefully I can avoid such markings, while they look daring and rugged on you, they would not look so good on me." She teased back.

When his pants were off and he mentioned not averting her eyes she looked up at him, skipping over that area he said not to avoid and quirked an eyebrow slightly, "I have never seen a male before, I was very sheltered by my parents, so it is out of habit that I react the way I do, but I am sure it will pass with time." She assured him since she had plenty of time to get over his partial nudity and probably full nudity. Once she was standing and getting ready to go get her outfit she watched him change, her bright eyes widening in astonishment as she looked him over, feeling her body heat up at what it knew was a powerful male and very dominant male standing there in his werewolf form making her eyes nearly bulge out of her eye sockets, finding there were many firsts going to happen tonight without a doubt since that was the first time she had seen someone change, she certainly did not, she remained in the form she was in and liked it that way. Looking him over her tail swept from side to side with interest, a sign that the girl was in deep thought and it was most certainly about him.

Nodding her head all too quickly she stumbled over words to say, although an OK would have worked and could only nod dumbly as she went and got her clothing to go change into the outfit, choosing a new outfit she had bought, the thing was made of silk and sewn in jewels to the top, the top being silver and the beads in it were onyx and other dark colors. she skirt was that looked to be a short skirt that barely covered her rear and front and had silks flowing down in strips over her legs but so many small strips that they would not get in the way. Her hair was down from the tie she had put it in and flowed down her back and over her shoulders to frame her face and fall temptingly over her soft skin that was not hidden by the bikini like top around her. Barefoot she walked over to him and smiled looking around, "I do not suppose you have music to dance to, a music box of some for maybe?" She asked, although she was sure he could come up with something. She was planning to do a dance she had not done on stage yet, and one she had been working on after training with some other foreign dancers, finding that they had much more movement and sexuality, all of it requiring confidence in the dancer's self, and that she certainly did have. It would be a series of twists, turns, spins, and movements that would make ones mind wondering how some of it was possible while eye contact would constantly be kept with the audience, although it would seem more intimate since it was and audience of one.