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Pet of the Huntress (SexyWriter et Madam Mim)

Red made careful note of what he looked like when he shifted so she wouldn't accidentally kill him. That would be a shame indeed. She quickly made her way to the north road, slipping silently between trees as she used several shortcuts she knew to get there. Now it was just a matter of waiting. She sighed, bored again.

As she waited she double-checked her cossbow to make sure everything was in order. She liked her hatchet better; silver weakened a lycan but the only way to kill them with it was from the neck up. It was a soft metal, so while her weapons were steel they all had been coated in silver, which made her hatchet and sword more favorable. It was easier to cleave a wolf's head in two or to just lob it off than to try and stick a bolt in the jugular of a running animal.

Still, right now it would be her best bet; all she needed was one to bring back to the village to answer for the night watchman's death. She would pick off the slowest and weakest of the pack, provided that wasn't her new pet. She didn't want the whole pack on her at once, and to be honest she needed some of them alive. Red didn't go out and hunt them without being asked; werewolf attacks kept her in business. They would keep breeding and she would keep culling the population. That was how things had been working.

Red's ears pricked as she heard a rustling down the road. Finally! The huntress slipped back into the trees and waited for her prey to pass her by.
 
Moments later, the pack moved silently into the road. As far as they could see, the road was empty, no humans for as far as the eye could see. The pack leader consulted with Jason after a moment, and Jason told him that she had been moving away from town. This was all done through a series of growls and snarls, which were the main method of communication. Then the pack began to move on, Jason darting forward, eager to be out of the area. He was far from the slowest, and there were two wolves following the pack at a slightly larger distance. They were the rear guard, to make sure they weren't ambushed from behind.

Though they didn't do their job well. More often than not, only one would linger behind, while the other would move forward. That happened as they shifted away from the road, a single wolf left trailing a dozen paces behind the others.
 
Red watched the progression of the pack from her spot in the trees. She had rubbed mud along most of her exposed skin to cover her scent since now rather than luring one into the open she wanted to ambush them. She shook her head at the rearguard. That was just carelessness. They made this too easy.

Quietly the huntress stepped toward the road and waited until the lingering wolf was well behind the others. He stopped, sniffing the air. He could smell his packmate's scent lingering with that of the Enemy, which meant--

The hatchet had come down upon the wolf's neck at the same time he'd looked up to see the woman in red. The weapon was so sharp it barely made a sound as it sliced through fur, bone, and sinew. Grabbing the head by the ears, she quickly stuffed it into her basket and began to run. She didn't know what the pack did with the bodies of their dead; if they left this one she would come back in the morning to make a nice fur coat out of it for the coming winter. All Red needed was the head to prove to the villagers the beast was dead so she could collect her bounty, but right now she needed to make it to her safe, protected home until daybreak when most of the pack was asleep.
 
It was about five minutes later when the other rearguard realized his partner was gone. The pack turned around, and returned to the road, finding the decapitated body lying in the road. The pack leader shifted with a sigh. "On the bright side... she won't bother us until she's paid again." He said softly, nudging the body with a boot. He ordered two of the wolves to take it to the den, and he ended the hunt for the night. They had killed a deer, and the pack had eaten, so this months hunt was complete. The pack dispersed, heading off to their various living areas, whether in town or in the den.

Jason returned home quickly and went upstairs to his bed, where he crashed down. He threw the cotton panties onto his dresser, thinking over the night's events until he nodded off to sleep.
 
The next morning Red walked in on a town council meeting, ignoring the guards, without knocking. The town elders looked up in surprise as she burst in and threw a leather bag on the table. They all looked at it, knowing its contents, and the oldest man present looked up at her.

"It took you an entire month, Anna," he said slowly.

"You're welcome," she returned coldly. "I dunno what you so with the heads but I'll be taking the bag back. And I'll be having my fifteen gold now."

The elder raised his eyebrows. "Fifteen gold?"

"That's what we agreed on."

"But it took you an entire month! We could have been attacked by then, and you're lucky we weren't or you'd be getting nothing! Five gold."

Red laughed. "Well, that's what happens when there's an attack on the last night of the cycle. See, they only attack outside their territory on the full moon. You're perfectly safe. That is...unless I choose to go to the alpha wolf and tell him all about the weaknesses in your town's fortifications." Her eyes narrowed and she looked hard at the old man. "Keep in mind that I'm the only thing standing between your pathetic little village and nightly attacks on innocent citizens. You wouldn't put the entire town at risk for fifteen pieces of gold, would you?"

After exchanged looks and much grumbling, her money was produced. She counted it out in front of them as she put the money in her drawstring purse. Thanking them brusquely, she dumped the rotting head out onto the table and took her sack with her, stuffing it back into her basket.

After walking around a bit, Red stopped at the dairyman's. She stood at his stall, carefully choosing a wheel of cheese and some milk, quietly debating with herself whether to offer to buy one of his chickens so she could have her own eggs.
 
Jason got up the next morning, glad he had gotten some meat last night from the kill. If he hadn't, he would be sore, irritable, and much like a normal man with a hangover. It could be a lot worse. He moved downstairs and made a cup of coffee, and moved to sit on the porch, watching the people of the town go by, oblivious to the lycan who lived in their midst. He wasn't the only one of course, but the others lived in solitude, and the villagers were suspicious of them. To the villagers, he was a normal citizen.

And then he saw her coming up the road. He struggled not to react, knowing what could happen. Would she ignore him? Say something? No doubt she would see him, that woman seemed to see everything. A part of him wanted to hurry indoors and hide from her, but half of him also wanted to stay and see what she wanted. He stood, rooted to the spot, torn.
 
On her way out of town Red spotted her little wolfy friend from last night. So he lived in the village. How...odd. They must have seen each other a dozen times before and never realized it. She slowly walked up his path to his porch and leaned on the railing. Her deep green eyes looked over him appraisingly. He was even prettier in daylight.

"Hello," she said softly, smiling. "This basket is awfully heavy, and the woods are dark and thick. Would you mind helping me carry this home?"

Red held out the basket. Her smile was kind and shy, but the look in her eyes conveyed her intent quite clearly. He would follow her and he would carry her basket for her. She shifted her weight and her sword clinked gently under her cloak as a subtle reminder.
 
Jason's eyes locked with hers and he realized he had no choice. Taking the basket from her, he replied, "Of course, Huntress." He said quietly, and gestured for her to lead the way. She no doubt had something in mind, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was. Thankfully the other wolves wouldn't be up and about yet, and wouldn't spy him walking with the Enemy.

He did notice that her eyes slid over him, taking in his body and his looks. He recalled her calling him a "pretty one", and suppressed a smile. At least he had good looks running in his favor. Not that he could use that against her.
 
Red smiled that smile. That one she used to call him a good boy. She led the way quietly through the woods, several miles west of town. She pushed some branches out of the path and revealed a cabin that glittered in the sunlight. A tall fence ran around it, which also sparkled, protecting the yard and garden. As they drew closer it was plain to see that everything was covered in colorful glass, nails, and other sorts of unpleasant sharpness. About three quarters of each piece was tipped in silver; clearly a work in progress.

Red unlocked the gate and let her pet in first, shutting, locking, bolting, and barring it behind them. Next to the glittering cabin was a garden filled with all sorts of roots and vegetables, among which a cat was stalking a sparrow. Red smiled and shook her head at the cat before letting the wolf into her home, also fastening the door behind them.

Apart from the pile of weapons in the corner, the cabin was a typical, cozy cabin. There was a tidy kitchen table, a bookshelf, a squashy armchair next to an overstuffed couch. Near the fireplace was a set of stairs, presumably leading to her room.

"Set it down there," Red commanded, speaking for the first time since the village as she pointed to the table. Taking off her cloak, she hung it up on a peg before kneeling by the fireplace to encourage the embers back to life. This autumn was colder than last. Once the fire had been built, she sat on the couch and looked her pet over.

"What to do with you..." she mused aloud. "You're an odd one, living among the humans when you're so clearly not one of them." She sat back and spread her knees a little. These panties were light blue.

"You'll live here," she finally decided. "Before you go to the pack you'll bathe in the creek to get my smell off. Then you'll report back to me. If you're good you'll be rewarded...and if you're naughty you'll be punished." She smiled. "But I think you'll be a good boy. After all, you deserve a reward for coming when your Huntress told you to."
 
The wolf followed Red obediently as they navigated through a few miles of the woods. He would have been able to cover it much faster as a wolf, but no matter how big he was in wolf form, he couldn't carry a human, even a petite one like the Huntress. So he merely followed silently, carrying the basket that no-doubt held weapons that could easily kill him.

When they arrived at the cabin, he was stunned. the place was practically a fortress against his kind. No wonder the pack leader was wary of attacking her right out. even if he could manage to get in and take her... the number of wolves they would lose would be immense. But he silently followed her through the gate and into the house.

Once inside, he placed the basket where she ordered him to, his keen senses picking up the small of the dead packmate on it. She must have taken his head in the basket. Then he moved back to stand in front of her as she mused over his fate. He was once more conflicted as she told him that he would stay here, and that he would report to the pack and be her informant. He didn't mind so much, on one hand- he was alive, and this young girl was sexy as hell. On the other, this young girl was also deadly as hell, and that scared him slightly. But, once again, he had no choice. "As you wish, Huntress." he intoned softly, "Where shall I sleep, Huntress?" He presumed she wouldn't want to share a bed with him.
 
Red was a little surprised that the wolf accepted his fate unquestioningly, but hid it. She had literally plucked him up from his home and was keeping him from ever returning. He had been easier to dominate than she'd thought. She stood and considered him for a moment.

"If you're naughty, you'll be chained and sleep outside, no matter the weather. If you continue to be good, however..."

She beckoned him upstairs with a finger. Her bedroom was large, with the same floorspace as the whole of downstairs. Her bed was quite large with a headboard made from tree branches. At each edge of the headboard hung chains with soft leather wrist cuffs that could be locked. The same was at the foot of the bed with ankle straps. Clothes could be seen in the open closet and in one corner was a strange sort of chair looking thing and next to that was a wooden chest. On the opposite wall was a cage large enough to comfortably fit a grown man, padded with pillows and blankets, with a lock dangling off of the door.

"You'll sleep there and it will be kept unlocked unless I'm out and you're home alone," she explained, pointing to the cage. "In the winter you may sleep with me; it gets cold and there's no sense wasting fuel by burning it while we sleep." She crossed to one of the night stands and pulled out a leather collar with a buckle.

"The only time you are allowed not to wear this is when you're among the pack," the Huntress explained, buckling it around his neck. "Everyone is to know you belong to me, is that clear?" She flipped the small metal tag on the front of the collar with her finger and smiled. It was red and shaped like a heart. "You look adorable, dear. What's your name, wolf?"
 
Jason was surprised at his own willingness to accept this fate. But he hadn't really enjoyed life in the village since he was changed, so this life was better, at least from what he had seen. He followed her upstairs, curious to see what he bedroom looked like. The room seemed cozy enough, although it did have its oddities, like the strange chair and the chains on the bed. And the idea of sleeping in a cage was slightly disturbing, but it seemed comfortable enough, and he would manage.

He stood still as she buckled the collar around his neck. He nodded his understanding and smiled slightly at the fact that he was a wolf, and he would be kept here like her pet. The idea stirred something inside him. The idea was appealing. Then she asked his name, and he smiled slightly. "Jason, Huntress." he said, soft-spoken as ever.
 
"Jason," Red repeated, smiling and patting his head. "I'm Anna, though you've been right to address me as Huntress. You may also call me Mistress if you like." She tugged on his collar, indicating that he should follow her downstairs.

"Unless you are being punished, you may speak when you like and go about in whichever form you prefer. If you're in wolf form, however, you're not to get on the furniture nor should you expect any sort of sexual anything from me. Unless you prove untrustworthy you have the run of the house and yard, though you may not eat whenever you wish. You eat when I eat or when you're with your pack, understood?" Red sat on the couch and looked at him.

"As I said, you're to remain locked in your cage while you're home alone. While we're out, whether in human or wolf form you will be on a leash at all times. The only time you're allowed to be out of the yard without me is on the full moon." She picked up a book from the arm of the couch and patted the cushion next to her.

"Any questions, Jason?"
 
Jason shook his head slightly. "Of the two, I prefer 'Huntress'." He said, following her downstairs. He listened to her list of rules, nodding occasionally to confirm that he understood. He noted her statement about nothing 'sexual anything' while in wolf form, and wondered how much of what he would be doing here would be sexual. As she sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her, he sat, considering.

"Huntress, what do you want me to do during the day? Are there certain tasks you would like me to complete?" He asked, unsure what his day-to-day life would be like. Obviously he would be expected to anticipate her every want and need, but beyond that, he wasn't sure if there were other duties following that. "And where would we be going, besides to the village?" he asked, wondering where he would be expected to accompany her.
 
"Like I said last night, you're to anticipate my every whim, to know what I want before I want it," Red said, leaning her back against him and kicking her boots off. "Apart from that you'll help me clean the house, keep the yard tidy, and hunt. Don't bother with the garden; it's mine and I'm the only one who knows how to take care of it. I'm considering getting some chickens, though. If you can refrain from eating them you'll take care of them and work on building the coop for them." With her boots off, Red put her stocking feet up on the arm of the couch.

"Mostly you're to be my pet and companion," she said with a shrug. "Living out here alone is boring and lonesome. As for where we'll go, apart from the village and hunting I earn a bit of coin as a guide to travelers who can't find a willing soul in the village to take them. I also occasionally head into the city, usually on the new moon when there aren't likely to be attacks." The city was a two day walk from here.

Shifting, Red laid herself across Jason's lap so her head was on one arm of the couch and her feet on the other. This was much better. She wrapped his arm around her and rested his hand on her stomach before opening her book again.

"Any other questions? Any requests you hope I might consider?"
 
Jason considered her words for a moment, rolling them around in his mind. "I think I could avoid eating chickens... But I'm not sure they would be able to stand being around me. Even in human form I have a slight wolf smell." He said. As she shifted and placed his hands on her body, he raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. He almost laughed as she described her guiding travelers through the woods. Almost exactly what he had used to do.

He thought for another moment, before realizing something else. "What about other clothing? All I have is this set, won't I need more?" he asked, though we wasn't sure what he wanted in response. "As for requests... I can't think of any." He said softly, leaning back on the couch and relaxing some.
 
"Well, we'll see then," Red shrugged in response to the chickens. She looked up from her book and smiled when he asked about clothes. The same thought had occurred to her. "Well, you certainly don't need clothes," she said slyly. "But if you want clothes I can walk you back to the village. Personally, I think you'd look best in nothing but your collar. In fact..."

Anna sat up and looked at her pet. "Stand up and strip. Right now I want you in nothing but your collar. I want to see how it looks."

Red sat on the couch, eagerly waiting for Jason to strip. Perhaps she wouldn't allow him in clothes, after all...
 
Jason wasn't the least bit shocked by her demand- he had brought this upon himself, and he could tell this was coming by the way she had said 'need'. So he stood, stripping off his shirt to reveal a lean chest, toned from days working in the forest. Then he moved to unlace his boots and slipped them off as well, before shedding his pants as he had the night before, exposing his manhood to her view once more. He didn't bother to cover himself up, knowing she would just order him to expose himself anyway.

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers as he awaited her instruction, standing bared before her. Part of him didn't mind it, and almost enjoyed being exposed for her...
 
"Hmm..." Red mused, standing and circling her pretty wolf. He was much more attractive in nothing but a collar, even if his trousers had made his ass look fantastic. Finally she pressed against him and ran a finger down his chest.

"No, I think you'll do without clothes," she said with a smile. "While you're in the house or yard, you're not to wear clothes. Understood?" Red awaited his confirmation of understanding before smiling and kissing his chest lightly. "So well defined," she murmured, taking his hands and putting them on her hips. "Now show your Huntress how grateful you are to have been freed from such a restricting thing as clothes."
 
Jason stood still as his Huntress circled him. he could feel her eyes sliding over his naked body, and then she returned around the front of him and pressed her body close to his naked one, a finger trailing across his chest. As she gave him the instruction to go without clothes while in the house or yard, he nodded. "Yes, Huntress." He said softly.

As she admired his body once more and placed his hands on her hips, he smiled softly, and followed her instruction. He lightly kissed her on the lips, then slowly kissed his way along her jaw, periodically murmuring to her, "Thank you, Huntress." as his hands caressed her feminine curves. He didn't do anything to bold, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but his intentions were clear, and he knew she'd stop him if this was going somewhere she didn't want it to. But he had a vague idea of what she wanted.
 
Red smiled at his easy compliance. She gently kissed Jason back and a thrill shot through her each time he thanked her. She loosely draped her arms over his shoulders and tilted her head to look at him.

"Undress me, pet," she said quietly but firmly. "Since this is new to you I'll tell you what to do. But if you don't start learning soon you'll be punished for caring more for yourself than your Huntress."

Anna stood still as she allowed Jason to undress her. The whole time she watched him, smirking. What was she to train him to do first?
 
"Yes, Huntress." he murmured, acknowledging both the order and the warning. he moved his hands up the buttons on her shirt, carefully undoing them until he could slip it from her body. Then he moved down to the skirt, removing it with the same care as he trailed kisses across her stomach. The taste of her delicate skin made him smile slightly, but every time he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, she was smirking, and he was a little worried about what that meant. But he accepted it, and continued his work. He kissed down her legs before moving his hands up to continue undressing her.
 
Finally Red figured out what to do. She ran a hand through his hair as he kissed her stomach and down her legs. A fine pet indeed. She smiled as he pulled down her stockings.

"Sometimes I like to be on bottom," she said slowly. "But that doesn't mean I'm not in charge. I'm always in charge." Anna smiled and nudged at his shoulder with her knee, enjoying that he was taller and stronger than her.

"Pick me up," she demanded. "I want you to hold me against that wall. A good pet should be strong, and be able to hold his Huntress up while he pleases her."
 
Jason hadn't completely undressed her, but he assumed that was intentional, and he stood, gently picking her up, before moving to the wall and holding her against it. Fortunately she was lighter than most logs he had carried through the woods, so he found it easy to keep her against the wall, especially if she leaned upon it.

Once he had positioned her as she had requested, he returned to his worship of her body, covering her with kisses and caressing her while holding her up. The warmth of her body against his was wonderful, their bare flesh touching and causing him to become more and more aroused for his sexy Huntress as he kissed her body. He was already used to being naked for her, it seemed easier, considering most of his job here was to pleasure her. And it was easier to pleasure her without having to deal with his own clothing when she wanted something other than his mouth or his hands.
 
Red made a small noise as he picked her up and grinned as she was pinned against the wall. He was very strong and very willing, which only made her want him more. She ran her hands through his hair and over his shoulders and back as he worshipped her body. She delighted in feeling his muscles move under his skin as her strong thighs wrapped around his waist.

"Show your Huntress your gratitude she took you in," she whispered in his ear. "Show her how much you love her for making you her little bitch."
 
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